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

[Binder Fred]

The besalisk looks left to Mack, right to Mir as they walk. "You gawt taw talk taw TB if you want the hardcawre Fearless and Underhanded stuff, spirks," he grins. "I'm just your average canservative business man in red, grey and gawlden bullet shells..."

(The droid squares its pod and widdens its optics for anyone who looks back its way. Didn't think I had it in me, did you?)

His arms reach back and squeeze both humans close, two arms to a customer, his grin widening into a suddenly too friendly beam of gritted teeth : "And thanks fawr your frecsing help back there, by the way. It's nawt like I was up taw my neck in gluey murder-mystery stuff I knaw frek abawt awr anything."

In his business you pretty much always knew who was to blame -- a big part of the point of things, as a matter of fact.

<Response Mack and Mir?>

"As for plans, well that was pretty much it back there, unfawrtunately." A thumb-jab at the retreating throne room. Lower: "Was hawping taw at least get Demaws away a bit saw we cawld tell Darga what we knaw -- awffer the Investigate His Blue Butt *Fawr* You deal... May yet happen, but fawr naw I'm thinking we need taw plan fawr a frekking devastating Naw Infawrmatian lawckawut awn the internal side of things." Lower still, in close, close confidence: "I'm thinking we need taw get us a spaceship tracker spirks."

OOC: OOC: Right, let's do that after the prep for the Imperial visit is finished. Uh, which part? The Slave Pit Visit with Demos? The Acquiring a Spaceship Tracker from the Black Market part? Dare I dream: both? What's left to do on the visit prep? Just this "sharing and planning" scene here?

 

[Dr Simon]

"So tell me," says Darius, trailing behind. "Offering to sell the slaves to an organ-runner. That was just a ruse, right?" He doesn't wait for a reply before continuing, almost musing to himself. "Strange that the Hutt seemed to have qualms about that...."

"So your plan is to bug the Imperials, see where they go when they leave, hope it gives us a lead on this Sarlacc Project? I suppose that's more productive than my idea of lightsabering them into tiny pieces." There is a possibly the ghost of a smile on his face.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack smirks, "You're not whining are you, Sloor?"

"I wonder if we cannot nab ourselves an informant or something. Some poor unsuspecting Imperial boob that we can put the squeeze on."

And, what about the those down..." He gestures in the direction of the dungeon and the two beings frozen in carbonite.

[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

 

[possum]

OOC: Uh, which part? The Slave Pit Visit with Demos? The Acquiring a Spaceship Tracker from the Black Market part? Dare I dream: both? What's left to do on the visit prep? Just this "sharing and planning" scene here?

Possible on both... And yes, the prep is just the sharing and planning scene.

 

[Binder Fred]

Mack smirks, "You're not whining are you, Sloor?"

"Ur," is Sloor's comment on that particular comeback. "Cause I ask fawr frecsing help every three frecsing hearbeats, right? Seriawsly, didn't you use taw wark in frekking enfawrvement, Mack man?" Turns to Mir: "And you, Sra: tracking bits awf furry nawthing acrawss alien jungles fawr a living... How hard can a frekking *cup* be? Right?"

<Response Mir and Mack?>

"I wonder if we cannot nab ourselves an informant or something. Some poor unsuspecting Imperial boob that we can put the squeeze on. And, what about the those down..." He gestures in the direction of the dungeon and the two beings frozen in carbonite.

"I'm all ears, Mack man. What *will* we daw abawt that?" The besalisk widens his eyes innocently -- though he *is* beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable about the casual way Mack is talking about... imperial topics.

<Response Mack?>

"So tell me," says Darius, trailing behind. "Offering to sell the slaves to an organ-runner. That was just a ruse, right?" He doesn't wait for a reply before continuing, almost musing to himself. "Strange that the Hutt seemed to have qualms about that...."

"Yeah, that frekking surprised me too... And nawthing that simple," grins back Sloor over his shoulder, "awr saw shawrt awn prawfits." The grin sharpens.

"So your plan is to bug the Imperials, see where they go when they leave, hope it gives us a lead on this Sarlacc Project? I suppose that's more productive than my idea of lightsabering them into tiny pieces." There is a possibly the ghost of a smile on his face.

Sloor blanches - litterally blanches - Didn't even lower his voice - can't believe this crazy- Looks around in as business-like a manner as he can manage... Nobody too close, but still. A few steps and it's Darius that now has a heavy arm draped over his shoulders, forcing him to stoop to Sloor's level as they walk on: "I think that neimawidian walking back there didn't quite hear you." The besalisk whispers directly into his ears. "Awr haw abawt that gammawrean huddle that turned the cawrner earlier? *They* might nawt have heard. Awr the frekkers behind all these handy dawrs we keep crossing every ten steps? Naw, really, I think you should repeat it lawder, you crazy mudcruch bastard."

The jedi can *feel* the emotion thrumming in the contracted bicep and tensor muscles of the alien's arm.

 

[Dr Simon]

OOC: I made two assumptions in my post, which was that (a) the group had moved away from prying eears to discuss tactics and (b) that Darius was talking quietly enough that only those immediately by him could hear. He may be reckless and seething with repressed emotion but he's not that careless!

IC:
Darius deftly extricates himself from the besalisk's arm with a duck and a side-step.

"Relax," he says in a maddeningly calm voice, "Nobody heard. You'll give yourself a seizure." With a glint of mischief in his cold blue eyes, Darius turns away from Sloor and carries on walking in the direction they were heading.

PS Happy Star Wars Day everyone!

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack shrugs, "I wasn't an investigator, just part of the quick reaction teams."

"I was just throwing out ideas, buddy. I am sure if we nab somebody, it crosses a line. But, if the opportunity presents itself, why not? Lord Darga's palace here is not the safest place and one idiot that gets himself kidnapped is hardly going to be placed on our doorstep. Ideally, some geeky technician that we can squeeze for computer access."

"Also what are we going to do about the traitor? Why don't we just nab him and start blackmail or something?"

"And, I have no idea what to do about the carbonitecycles."

[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

 

[possum]

OOC: Dr Simon: I've assumed that all of you have returned to your quarters for a bit to discuss this.

 

[Binder Fred]

OOC: Well I was going with the "As the group departs", "As they walk" and even Darius' "Trailing behind", but alright. So ignore the last Darius part of my last post and let's go with what's below instead?

"I'm all ears, Mack man. What *will* we daw abawt that?" The besalisk widens his eyes innocently -- though he *is* beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable about the casual way Mack is talking about... imperial topics.

Luckily, just then they come to Sloor's appartment -- if it can be called that. The group files in, Sloor plunks down to a sitting position on the corner of his bed and signals TB to turn on the Vid-vox scrambler.... *Now* they can plan!

"What are we going to do about the traitor? Why don't we just nab him and start blackmail or something?"

"Prawblem with that is that he's *cawnnected* here and we're nawt: what's taw stawp him frawm sicking his friends awn us?" Didn't they already discuss this yesterday? Or is that just drunk memories? He ain't quite sure enough to call Mack on it either way just now. "Like I said, I'm vawting we gaw taw *Darga* with the infaw instead, awffer him taw investigate the traitawr awerselves. That way we can grab all the infaw we frecsing want *with* lawcal backing if things gaw taw frek. All we have taw daw is get that frecsing majawrdawmaw away from the Hutt lang enawgh taw have a private chat! Think I canvinced Darga awn the Slave Pit Visit thing, saw while me and TB and anawter spirk daw that, the awther taw can gaw taw the hutt..." What do you think? says his general attitude.

"So your plan is to bug the Imperials, see where they go when they leave, hope it gives us a lead on this Sarlacc Project? I suppose that's more productive than my idea of lightsabering them into tiny pieces." There is a possibly the ghost of a smile on his face.

Sloor frows a little: "Careful with that word, Darius man," he cautions. "*We* knaw what it is; naw need taw trust we ain't being overheard quite *that* much." That frecsing silver translator unit seemed a little *too* competent at grabbing private conversations off the air for his frekking taste. "But: yeah, that's it in a nutshell... Any awther plans?"

<If there are not:
"Then let's vawte!"

 

[Songdragon]

Mir nods to Sloor, "Sounds like a good idea... Any way you can let Darga know of his traitor with what we know already should be enough to at least get us in his good graces... more than we already are."