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OOC: The Longblaster is indeed the rifle. It's stowed (slung across his back on a strap) rather than carried, but with him. *Sri orders something that is as close to pure alcohol as possible - beer can be mived with and filtered through who knows what. Hard liquor might be watered down, but...

*Sri raises his eyebrows, and takes in the crowd, scanning for practical concerns - blasters slung at people's sides, clusters of aggressive looking folk, back exits, etc. His Longblaster is slung across his back, and takes care to take a non-aggressive stance.* "Good afternoon to all of you...

*Wryy'ethh nods in agreement, and draws his lightsaber, though he does not activate it. He moves to take up a position at the front of the group almost unconciously, but tries to move as quietly as possible as he does.*

To the group: "Any suggestions? It is as though I speak to children. Words must be carefully chosen...."

*Al-Khazad sighs inwardly, but does his best to hide his frustration.* "There is one of you, much larger. She is not here now, and only comes every several days. Do you know who I mean?" OOC: Is the one we hurt here? Does it still look beat up?

*Sri nods to Devlin, and falls in to step beside him.* "You ever had a Sloe Jeeen Fyiz, Devlin? They're popular around this sector, I hear - put hair on your chest, your face, probably your hands and feet too." *As they walk, he makes idle chatter, and does the same search for a bar.* OOC: I...

To the group: "I'm hoping this works...." To the animals: "Can you get your mother? Maybe she could talk to us, and help figure out what's happening...."

"Not a problem, mate." *Sri doesn't place his rifle in the rack, though he does stow it. He's dressed in his "expedition gear", which bears no rank insignia or even indication of Imperial affiliation.* "So, who are we? Because they're going to ask, if I know places like this. Oh, and you...

"Took his head clean off...." See Penny Arcade for further elucidation, if necessary.

*Wryy'ethh steps towards the others in the group, indicating his desire to stay together. He also examines the temple, looking for any way in, especially something besides the front door.* *Spot+3*

*Sri shrugs* "In any case, this is going to be a dirty, dusty experience, so I'm going to start with the local bar. I assume they've got one - people here have to *need* a drink a lot. By your leave, sir."

Bah. I try to be lazy, and leave out the physical informations that one time, cause I was playing Matrix online, and BS busts me on it. *sniffle* You guys don't love me any more.... ;)

I assumed that those two phrases were obvious enough. Hence the "Loose translation" descriptor. ;) I like the images - very handy. I like the old tales books, too, so there ya go. ;)

*Wryy'ethh looks at the temple, and bares his teeth, snarling "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAR!" as he shakes his head.* Shryiwook: *He points at the temple, clearly amazed and confused. "GRRAANK?!" Shryiwook:

*Al-Khazad translates the animals words as they speak, and takes comments as needed for responses.* "Now now, has food ever spoken to you before, my friends?"

*Kelthet considers Dar's comments.* "Perhaps we could at that. Dak, could such a thing happen?" *He shrugs.* "If not, many of us chosen for this quest are warriors, not negotiators - the Bones called us for a reason. If we need to bring the fight to them, so be it. In fact, this reminds me...

OOC: Is this a general speech, or speech only to Al-Khazad? *Al-Khazad smiles in what he hopes is a calming manner, and speaks slowly.* "Not food, my friend. Not food. I am Al-Khazad. What are you called?"

Tyralis, Elven Ranger 1 "Fair enough. We should set watches now, yes? 2 at a time, 3 hour shifts? Or do you prefer to sleep in?"

OOC: I just realized I have no clue what phrases in SW convey the equivalent of "Holy cow." ;) "What a useless, backwater place this is. It's no surprise the rebels are forming here, though if the citizens would just accept the Emperor's aid, I'd bet they'd be offworld in no time.... Still...

*Wryy'ethh simply stands, looking slightly out of place, and checks over his few possessions. He looks about the ship awkwardly, and then kneels down on the floor to mediate and focus himself until the others return.*