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

[perrinmiller]

Mack replies to sloor, "We will need to track down someone by the name of Warrick Raden. I did not get an address for him, but he is supposed to be an errand boy of Darga's. I think the services of a good info chant might help once we are on the ground if we cannot learn the answers en route."

He helps Sloor with the information searches.


Gather Information (1d20+1=18);There we go.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle (single shot)

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

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

A"Think R5 might be helpful at all. If he has taken over where Switch... well, left off?"

"Yeah, you and TB did get alang fine with the little tooter, didn't you?" The besalisk nods wisely to himself. "I *will* look it up, get sawme news frawm hawme while I'm at it..." He nods again, liking the idea more and more.

Mack replies to sloor, "We will need to track down someone by the name of Warrick Raden. I did not get an address for him, but he is supposed to be an errand boy of Darga's. I think the services of a good info chant might help once we are on the ground if we cannot learn the answers en route."

Sloor grins: "Gawd find, Mack man! But trust me, that sawrt awf tracking dawn we can daw quicker - cheaper taw - by talking face taw face taw the lawcals. You said it yourself: what we need naw is sawme way taw grab the Hutt's attention! What's he intaw? Where daws he get his creds frawm? Frek, where daws he get his *kicks* frawm? That's what *I'd* like taw knaw."

OOC: Sloor is ready to go!

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack chuckles, "You think Darga is into porn? That brings an ugly image to mind, don't it. I could probably live a fulfilled life never knowing about the physical aspects of Hutt's mating."

OOC: Ready here.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle (single shot)

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

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

A short, thoughtful pause... "I figure awne crawls awn tawp awf the awther... And tawngues gawt taw play a rawll sawmewhere in there, sure as sure. You dan't figure the tail's...?"

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack looks like he ate some bad fish, by the revulsion on his face, "By the Galaxy! Please stop, no more... Though, I can imagine that they would have a problem with their tails doing... Bah, now you got me doing it!"

After his revulsion is replaced with some speculative thoughts, Mack shakes his head try and forget the mental images. He is almost tempted to ask Mir to assist with a mental whammy.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle (single shot)

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

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

"A little craws-cultural imagining'll daw you gawd, Mack man," grins the besalisk. "Nawthing can cawmpete with taw awr three extra pairs awf arms anyways. Rawar!" And here he pretend-roars, scratching the air.

 

[possum]

The trip to Cato Neimoidia is uneventful, and soon you find yourselves in the main cabin of the Banshee, plotting what you're going to do on the planet. Upon approach, you were greeted to the geology of the planet: massive bridges of land suspended over the ocean, the major cities built upon them. You also see the damage of the Clone Wars. A Luchrehulk battlecruiser sits upon a small archipelego. Or, judging from the other debris around, it is one now.

 

[Binder Fred]

OOC: Uh, Possum? What about this bit? «GATHER INFORMATION: 19 + 2 with Mack's help Another=21, representing time spent in travel calling his contacts to see what kind of rep Darga has in the underworld and what he is into (in terms of business (Where does he get his money from?) AND his more publicly known pass-times/vices). That 21 gets Sloor and the gang "Detailed news stories and a guess as to the veracity of major rumors" with an investment of 50 creds.

 

[possum]

OOC: Uh, Possum? What about this bit? «GATHER INFORMATION: 19 + 2 with Mack's help Another=21, representing time spent in travel calling his contacts to see what kind of rep Darga has in the underworld and what he is into (in terms of business (Where does he get his money from?) AND his more publicly known pass-times/vices). That 21 gets Sloor and the gang "Detailed news stories and a guess as to the veracity of major rumors" with an investment of 50 creds.

You're definately able to hear some rumors about Darga, but not his location. There are a few that are true: Darga likes racing and gladiatorial games, and is hiring people to do both: if they're good. The other rumor is that Darga's lackey is located somewhere in the northeast section of the town, near the closed down industrial district.

 

[Binder Fred]

OOC: Thanks, Possum.

Upon approach, you were greeted to the geology of the planet: massive bridges of land suspended over the ocean, the major cities built upon them. You also see [etc].

"Saw which awne awf thawse is Zarra?" asks Sloor, leaning over O'keefe's pilot chair.