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Hm... OOC: Galactic Lore on these guys, please: Mysterious masked menace: 1D20+5 = [12]+5 = 17

That was to lend to Cal so he could bounce around cinematically from ship-top to ship-top during the battle with the Melstrum Mercs. He/she wouldn't say no if offered though (it would be impolite ;)).

Or maybe not. slurrr guttural long-hum click “Changed without this one’s knowledge?” it tries to explain, then considers... jumble drone hum drone, guttural clack... clicketty hum mumble soft-clack “But Jihahna Darut is right: this humble one is still nameless.” A short, toothy buzz: clicketty...

Welcome back, Trogdor! I guess Reks is about to have yet another vision of his fated destiny. :) Or are you going for a new character this time around?

guttural click hum mumble clacketty “There are visions of machines on this one’s mind,” agrees the gand with a pleased nod: Jihahna Darut understands. guttural clack whirr clicketty jumble click “Knowledge of things this humble one has no way of knowing?” guttural warble drone “This one has...

guttural mumble drone clacketty "This one's supplies are intact," un-replies the gand, gratefully accepting the help up. He pauses, looking upwards at the dark-haired ex-merc, as if considering... The pause becomes uncomfortably long......... And then: guttural clack jumble drone clicketty...

The gand - whose insectile head has been slowly tracking an invisible point on the wall to the right and then the left, towards the Outlaw Gambit's down-ramp - suddenly starts into awareness! She then promptly falls backwards on her little alien keister, blinded by the sudden light. Sudden...

(Still diving, the virtual gand slams into a piece of solidified darkness, bouncing off, loosing track of the data she sought to catch! Password block? Encryption maybe? Gauging the shape-function of something from an impact is no easy task. Shaking himself back to full awareness, he stops his...

Indeed! :two thumbs up: :) Comments, ignore as needed: Maybe make the half-robes be *over* his/her plastron thing instead of under, see how that looks? I'm seeing him/her as a bit shorter too: maybe top of the head just below the bottom of Reks' shoulder pads? His/her boots could be...

(Inside the datapad knowledge twitches like flashes of flickering holofilms across the darkness. The gand tilts her bulbous head, her body, unbeknownst to her, doing the same thing in the real world. She catches sight of pictures, streaming lines of text, things less easy to define... What is...

(Beeping and scritches caress her exoskeleton, rush up her arm along nerves and sinews, a miniature symphony of noise, images and the emotions they create. Outside, only a small twitch marks the process, but inside... inside she is a living wire, even as her viewpoint dives into the flat...

The gand sinks down into a relaxed crouch, elbows on her knees, looking from one speaker to the next in turn with considerably less tension than before. Insight: Criminals within criminals: 1D20+2 = [9]+2 = 11 Unbeknowst to all, her attention is actually on a certain piece of gear fixed on...

OOC: could we get an updated version of those three paragraphs then, GK (i.e. what they found on the captured datapads exactly)? The gand's trust in Garnell as a source of info is... very limited let us say. :)

The gand follows back up the ramp -- somewhat hesitant and clearly uncomfortable with this particular turn of event... drone warble mumble clicketty hum-whirr "Would U7-C4 stand ready to start the shields," clack drone warble clacketty slurr click "And perhaps take off at short notice, please?"...

The gand stops, silently gesturing 'no, no, neck cut' to the blue twi'lek from behind their 'guest'. OOC: Well this should be fun :)

I'd say go for it? Two and a droid to guard the ship, three to deal with Garnell Fel and his offer. Sounds good to me. P.S. Are we being too difficult about this, GK?

clicketty drone slurr jumble hum "There will be no miscommunication," kindly reassures the gand, nodding polite appreciation for the devarionian's concern... mumble-slur hum jumble click "Would now be convenient to Garnell Fel?" And as, by now, all of them here are moving towards the spaceport...

Sure thing. Looking forward to it!

The gand looks to the others one by one before returning to face Garnell Fel. drone, mumble-drone clickety "The Void Refresher has excellent," whirr click "atmosphere?" he proposes after the slightest pause. She's already in motion -- not directly towards the devaronian, but to the side with a...

Since nobody else wants smokers, I suggest 3 for Cal and three for the gand?