Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter II: A Wretched Hive

[Binder Fred]

Like pulling tentacles off a dianoga sometimes. "But you ain't happy abawt it. Sra." A statement, with a whole lot of question marks at the end: What's not to frekking like?

Not happy and not talking either. Ain't life grand?

The soldier suggests, "To get them out now we'd need plausible deniability or a good alibi-" [etc]

[The Guard Room]

"A tip?" offers Sloor, gesturing to the creds still piled on the table.

But the droid demures... "What's your angle then?" inquires the besalisk, mostly out of random cusiosity. If it ain't getting creds out of this, why take the (not frekking inconsiderable) risk of working for two masters?

<Response Six Six?>

"That is not something that I was aware of." He gives a slight shrug motion before leaving.

"Uh. Would've thawght he'd gaw everywhere with the big spirk," frows Sloor... before leaning back in his chair. After that sudden bit of excittment, it's enough to watch blondy do his thing and let the waves of an intoxicated balance system rock him gently to the shores of contentment... "Wake me up when you've gawt sawmething."

Mir looks over mack's shoulder... "I heard some spacers mention an algorithm they used to cut through Imperial 'interference'..."

"We are clear," reports TB's voice once the silver droid has climbed the second set of steps.

Then, a bit later: "I believe you mean 'For' instead of 'While' there."

OOC: Aid Another on Use Computer: 1d20+3=14. Success. Mack's roll is now a 24... Is that enough, Possum?

 

[possum]

OOC: Oh man, you all. The curse continues. You need a 25...

 

[Dr Simon]

OOC: How many will you allow to Aid? Is it worth Darius having his 2 creds worth as well? (Hacking by commitee...)

 

[Songdragon]

OOC: What no Happy 2 Years of this campaign +1 bonus?

 

[possum]

OOC: What no Happy 2 Years of this campaign +1 bonus?

All right, just this once. After that it'll be a Year Three bonus...

According to the report, Igren Demos--Darga's majordomo--has been a really bad Neimoidian... The transmission is him talking to someone at the small Imperial embassy in town. He mentions that the slave traders are unhappy with Darga's stock and will pay a visit tomorrow. There are other messages detailing Darga's day-to-day activities, and a few mentions of "the prisoners" but Demos always seems to be unhappy about whatever the Imperial says. He appears to be holding out for more money, but every single offer is far below what Darga's asking for.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

OOC: I want to use a FP instead. FP (1d6=2) Let's save that +1 Campaign bonus for when we really need it.

Mack puts away the interface visor and looks to his companions.

"Well, that's interesting, isn't it?"

"Am I to understand this correctly, which given my current intoxication might be in doubt, the prisoners are likely the two in the dungeon and Darga is asking a price too high for the Imperials to pay?"

"Hmmm, we need to get in better with Darga, pointing out the mole to him would do it. But, first I think we should corner this Demos and squeeze him for information. Then we can turn him over to Darga."

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 4 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +10 Perception: +10
HP: 55 (17 Threshold) Current: 55 CT: 0
Reflex: 21 (18ff) Fort: 17 Will: 15

Weapon in Hand: Blaster rifle (single shot/stun)

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw, Rapid Shot[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

Sloor blinks, his mind rising up from half-sleep. "Nawt sure I'm getting it either... Saw 'nawble' Darga dawes NAWT knaw abawt these taw?" A thumb points back through the prison door. A lazy look at the slumped over forms of the three unconscious guards... "Shawld we be discussing this elsewhere?"

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack nods, "Good thinking, buddy."

"Sixty-six, you coming along? We might need some more questions answered."

He starts to head back towards his and Mir's quarters, expecting that's where they will be holding their discussion unless someone tells him different.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 4 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +10 Perception: +10
HP: 55 (17 Threshold) Current: 55 CT: 0
Reflex: 21 (18ff) Fort: 17 Will: 15

Weapon in Hand: Blaster rifle (single shot/stun)

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw, Rapid Shot[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

Mack starts to head back towards his and Mir's quarters.

"Nawbawdy's gawt a tracker fawr the carb-sicles then?" inquires Sloor before moving. Seems kind of a shame to waste the effort...

"If the -ah- visitawrs take awff with their prize, cawldn't we find them using *this* again, Sra?" with spread hands radiating something out while the lower pair stays leaning on the chair's armrests. Well, it did get them down here after all...

<Response Mir?>

[sblock=OOC]You may have missed this bit, Perrin (emphasis mine):

"Yes," the droid states as he sees the frozen humans for the first time. "That is not something that I was aware of." He gives a slight shrug motion before leaving.

[/sblock]

 

[Dr Simon]

Darius remains quiet for now, although this new development has sent his thoughts down a new road. Until the group is safely somewhere private, however, he keeps his own council and watches the shadows.