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

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

On hearing the med droid's report, Mack comments ruefully, "Well, the poison brand is really narrowing down things, ain't it."

The soldier stands around, not sure what to do next to further the situation, taking his cue from Sloor if they are going to press the Hutt lord for a boon.

[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]

TB dips down to whisper something in its owner's ear...

"*You* discuss it with H6 then." And while the two hover droids quietly slide together and start beeping to each other in polite binary, he himself turns to their reclining employer, "Saw what daw you want taw daw, Nawble Awne? Iran Ringer'll awrbit straight fawr a little while after that nice slap taw the face," would almost suspect *you* of setting up your own poisoning for negotiation points, you canny san awf a- "but they'll start grumbling again soon enawgh I'm thinking: they're the frecsing type... You want us taw gaw ahead and daw that patch-up-and-improve walkarawnd with Demaws tawday?"

Maybe something can still be salvaged from this.

<Response Darga?>

OOC: TB wants to establish 1. If the two poison ingredients are found on *this* world in a natural state. If not, 2a. Who imports them? If they *are* found here naturally, 2b. Are they local to *this continent* and how expensive are they? If you want, we can simplify that to a Gather Information roll with the question: Where did that slave get her poison? Here is the roll if needed: 1d20+9=14

 

[possum]

OOC: You are unable to find out whether or not the mushrooms and plants are indigenous to this area of the planet, but they do grow here, that you know.

"No," Darga answers, his translator droid repeating it in Basic. "Stay here and help me with the next negotiations with the Empire. They should be here later this evening..."

 

[Binder Fred]

Sloor looks at the just concluded breakfast... "Uh, sure thing, Nawble Awne." Saw much for his frecsing Inspection Fee -- AND getting Demos away from the Hutt so they can rat him out behind his wrinkled blue back! (That worthy isn't looking too pleased Darga is asking for somebody else's advice either...) But the Empire, uh? "What's awer angle there? We selling awr we buying?"

<Response Darga?>

 

[Dr Simon]

At the mention of the Empire, Dariuss body language suddenly stiffens. A muscle works at the side of his jaw, but he says nothing, waiting to hear more from the Hutt.

 

[possum]

"The mighty Darga has business with the Empire regarding his Tibanna gas exports. That is the main reason for their visit, along with biological exports," the translator droid answers.

 

[Songdragon]

"Sounds like some interesting dealings." Mir says to the others.

She looks to the Hutt and says in the Huttese,"Distinguished Darga. To better serve you in dealing with the Empire, would you permit one of those in your service to explain what the negotiations will entail? The more information that we have, the better we can then work to get you, what you deserve, and not loose out on the best deal possible. We, do not want to let you down in this matter." She bows her head in deference to the Hutt's authority.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack nods and takes rigid pose and a stern expression, "Alright, I guess that leaves me for watchful security. Do we expect foul play from them too?"

The soldier pats his blaster rifle, almost like he is unconsciously itching to use it as he thinks about the future.

[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]

"100 percent," agrees Sloor with a grin... before discreetly leaning back and whispering: "What the frek did she say?"

<Response Any/Darga's translation droid?>

OOC: Internet kept blinking on and off this morning. Back now.

 

[possum]

"Sounds like some interesting dealings." Mir says to the others.

She looks to the Hutt and says in the Huttese,"Distinguished Darga. To better serve you in dealing with the Empire, would you permit one of those in your service to explain what the negotiations will entail? The more information that we have, the better we can then work to get you, what you deserve, and not loose out on the best deal possible. We, do not want to let you down in this matter." She bows her head in deference to the Hutt's authority.

Demos motions for Mir to come closer to him. "The Empire's primary concern is Lord Darga's shipments of Tibanna gas to them. We received a transmission the other day requesting that we meet with them regarding an increase in shipping."

Those who listened to the past few transmissions from Demos to the Empire are aware of that call.

"Ahem, slaves..." the translator droid says in an exaggerated whisper to Sloor.