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

[Songdragon]

Mir looks to Darius and considers a moment and answers, "Not very well, surface emotions perhaps, but little beyond that." She shrugs in an I'm sorry kind of way.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Hey, dan't sweat it too much, Mack man," noticing his mood, Sloor wraps a muscular arm around the human's shoulders and squeezes -- not too much though. "Sawmebawdy shoots at your spirks, you frekking shoot back."

<Response Mack?>

 

[Dr Simon]

Mir looks to Darius and considers a moment and answers, "Not very well, surface emotions perhaps, but little beyond that." She shrugs in an I'm sorry kind of way.

Darius replies with a curt nod that is supposed to imply that he understands, and not to worry. He recalls the words of his master - you can't solve all of the problems in the universe - and tries to calm his emotions. Outwardly placid, inside he rages.

"The sooner we're out of this place the better," he mutters to Mir.

 

[perrinmiller]

OOC: Sorry, sick in bed today

 

[possum]

Darga gestures, seemingly allowing for a med droid to be sent in to the audience chamber.

The droid hovers its way into the chamber soon and stops before Darga. "What are my duties?" it asks.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Here." Sloor hands it the guilty cup. "What's in there that shouldn't be?" A pause. "And what effect would it have had awn awer generaws emplawyer?" A gesture to Darga with a free limb, just in case there's any frecsing doubt.

<Response med droid?>

 

[possum]

The med droid sticks an appendage in the wine and its eyes flash slightly for a few seconds. "It appears that the poison couldn't kill a Hutt, but make him very sick. It is likely that the poisoner did not know that a Hutt's metabolism would fight off the poison so much that he'd only have a stomach ache," he analyzes.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

"Hey, dan't sweat it too much, Mack man," noticing his mood, Sloor wraps a muscular arm around the human's shoulders and squeezes -- not too much though. "Sawmebawdy shoots at your spirks, you frekking shoot back."

Mack has a wry smile, the corners of his mouth barely turned up, as he quietly whispers, "Nobody shot at us, buddy. I just cannot help to feel that the wrong frakker ended up in the dungeon."

"But hey, that's the way the galaxy spins."

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 4 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +10 Perception: +10(+8 without Helmet)
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 has a wry smile, the corners of his mouth barely turned up, as he quietly whispers, "Nobody shot at us, buddy. I just cannot help to feel that the wrong frakker ended up in the dungeon... But hey, that's the way the galaxy spins."

"What? You think pawisan's less deadly than a blaster shawt taw the face awr sawmething?" half-jokes Sloor, before settling. "She *did* choose taw pull the trigger, Mack. But yeah: we gawt the assassin, nawt the frekking killers... Would feel better if we had at least beaten thawse grouper freks taw an inch awf their- And here's the med drawid: we may get awer chance fawr a decent beatdawn yet, Mack man!" The besalisk gives the human a consoling/encouraging shake before letting go and closing in on the action by Darga's dais. Come on dice: give me a tailored poison with an owner's tag on every third molecule!

The med droid sticks an appendage in the wine and its eyes flash slightly for a few seconds. "It appears that the poison couldn't kill a Hutt, but make him very sick. It is likely that the poisoner did not know that a Hutt's metabolism would fight off the poison so much that he'd only have a stomach ache," he analyzes.

"Alright. Haw exawtic is this stuff..." Sloor reads the neatly stencilled bit on the side of the droid's head, "... H6T1? We talking hawsehawld cleaner awr what?" You spirks help me out here, he silently mouthes to his three companions. This frekking detective stuff ain't exactly part of his usual bag of tricks...

OOC: Out of town making presentations to possible futur employees right now, so I might not be able to post tomorrow (very full day planned).

 

[possum]

"According to my sensors, it is a powdered mix of a poisonous mushroom found in 75% of all inhabitable worlds and a likewise dangerous plant found in 60%. All quite common, I am afraid..." the droid remarks.