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

[possum]

Despite not being able to fully immerse herself into the Force, Mir is somewhat sure that it's safe to enter the office.

 

[Songdragon]

Mir nods to Mack and whispers, "Clear."

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack opens the door, slips inside and let's Mir follow after before shutting it. "So far so good. Now where is that safe?"

The soldier looks around the majordomo's quarters. Seeing what he is looking for, we will switch over to his visor once more and begin working on opening it.

OOC: Take 10 on Perception (+10) for a 20. Take 10 on Mechanics (+10) for 20.

[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: Security kit

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

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

As for accomodations, each slave is 3x3 room, roughly the same as a Republic prison cell and gets as much health care as we can give. That said, it apparently isn't enough."

"Uh," comments the brawny besalisk, thinking. He scratches at the tiny feathers at the edge of his armor-plated head, somewhat disbelieving, "Prawbably shouldn't be asking this, but where the frek daws the Empire get all these crippled slaves? They all pawliticals awr sawmething?" That'd be quite the coup for any emperor, and Sloor's not *supposed* to know about about the Sarlac after all...

OOC: We *are* walking towards the facilities, right Possum? Sloor wants to see all this that Demos is describing AND, most importantly, have TB make a detailed medical scan of those that have been affected by the Sarlac.

 

[possum]

OOC: First, tiny clarification. 3x3 is referring to 3 meters. Just wanted to make sure that was clear.

The conversation continues on as you pass the slave pens. TB begins his medical scans on a few of the slaves, revealing massive amounts of fatigue and muscle damage from overwork.

"The Empire does not say," is all that Demos will devulge at the moment. After walking past the first dozen or so pens, Sloor is beginning to recognize a somewhat startling patern: the majority of the slaves aren't human...

 

[Binder Fred]

"And what daw *they* say?" with a gesture at the slaves themselves. Unless they've been drugged to death AND their toungue cut out or something...

<Response Demos?>

<If Demos doesn't know or won't say:
"Can I?" he asks with a head jerk towards a cell containing a famelic-looking Tiss'shar captive.

<Assuming so:
Sloor crouches in front of the lizardy-looking fellow, one pair of arms resting on his knees, "Hey there friend. Name's Sloor Sanbraiz." A tilt of the head, "What's yours?"

<Response slave?>

OOC: Just a suggestion on the species/description of the slave, Possum. Feel free to change as suits.

 

[Dr Simon]

Darius continues to tag along, acting as if he were Sloor's bodyguard, saying nothing, merely observing.

 

[possum]

Within a few minutes of entering the office, Mack is able to quickly find the safe near the desk of the majordomo. With a security stick in hand, he is easily able to open the manual lock on it. Inside are several datacards and a bag filled with Imperial credits.

***

"That the Empire is working them near to death in various places, mines mostly.

The alien woman looks up at Sloor and falls back a bit into her cage in fear.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack takes one look and whispers, "By the Galaxy. I think we have found the evidence of the majordomo's treachery. The credits might have an explanation, but not if there is further evidence on those datacards."

"I have a datapad, let's take a look."

The soldier pulls out the datapad from his utility belt and is ready to insert one of the cards.

OOC: waiting on Mir to see if she has a different idea, before actually touching anything.

[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: Basic datapad

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

Mack Granger

 

[Songdragon]

Mir motions Mack to continue, "Let's see what is on them." She looks about the room carefully to see if anything else catches her eye or senses...

Perception 1d20+9=24
Use the Force 1d20+14=22 (kind of a Sense Force/Sense Surroundings sort of thing)