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Babylon 5: Outrageous Fortune
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Gathering his belongings, shoving some data crystals in his pockets, Vector spoke into his link.
"There's a diner on the lower tier, sector M24, you'll know it when you see. Be there in twenty minutes. Vector out"
Vector picked up his PPG, checking the caps briefly and then shoving the weapon into his jacket.
"Here we go" he mutters as he leaves his apartment.
"There's a diner on the lower tier, sector M24, you'll know it when you see. Be there in twenty minutes. Vector out"
Vector picked up his PPG, checking the caps briefly and then shoving the weapon into his jacket.
"Here we go" he mutters as he leaves his apartment.
Dr Simon
Explorer
Twenty Minutes Later...Tribon City, Lower Tier, Sector M24
Being more familiar with the transport tubes and interconnected tunnels of Tribon City, Vector arrives slightly earlier than the crew of the Outrageous Fortune, but doesn't have to wait long before the four disparate individuals arrive.
The nameless diner, a narrow shack of a building sandwiched between a brakiri mini-bank and a repair shop, with dirty windows and a plasti-coated menu in the window full of grammatical mistakes.
Inside, the decor is worse than the narn spoo-bar you were in earlier. Aside from the serving staff there is one customer, a portly pak'ma'ra with purple-tinged skin and robes with a hint of metallic green. He is flanked by two burly horn-nosed balosians who stand over him (it) protectively. The pak'ma'ra has its tentacles in a bowl of something that looks like stagnant ditchwater as you enter, slurping noisily. It looks up, accepts a napkin from one of the balosians and wipes its face tentacles.
"Mr. Hawthorne," it says, its translater orb flashing in time on the table before it. "Good to see you, and these must be your clients. Forgive me for not standing to greet you, I find it difficult these days. My name is Quaisak. Has Mr. Hawthorne explained our deal to you?" You note that the pak'ma'ra's translator produces a much more fluent speech pattern than Vurk's rather crude synthesised voice. "I regret the item you were after has already been sold, but I have the coordinates of where it was found. Mr. Hawthorne has arranged a deal on your behalf."
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My interpretation differs from the semi-canon but, well, the name seems to fit to me!
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Being more familiar with the transport tubes and interconnected tunnels of Tribon City, Vector arrives slightly earlier than the crew of the Outrageous Fortune, but doesn't have to wait long before the four disparate individuals arrive.
The nameless diner, a narrow shack of a building sandwiched between a brakiri mini-bank and a repair shop, with dirty windows and a plasti-coated menu in the window full of grammatical mistakes.
Inside, the decor is worse than the narn spoo-bar you were in earlier. Aside from the serving staff there is one customer, a portly pak'ma'ra with purple-tinged skin and robes with a hint of metallic green. He is flanked by two burly horn-nosed balosians who stand over him (it) protectively. The pak'ma'ra has its tentacles in a bowl of something that looks like stagnant ditchwater as you enter, slurping noisily. It looks up, accepts a napkin from one of the balosians and wipes its face tentacles.
"Mr. Hawthorne," it says, its translater orb flashing in time on the table before it. "Good to see you, and these must be your clients. Forgive me for not standing to greet you, I find it difficult these days. My name is Quaisak. Has Mr. Hawthorne explained our deal to you?" You note that the pak'ma'ra's translator produces a much more fluent speech pattern than Vurk's rather crude synthesised voice. "I regret the item you were after has already been sold, but I have the coordinates of where it was found. Mr. Hawthorne has arranged a deal on your behalf."
[sblock=Balosian]
My interpretation differs from the semi-canon but, well, the name seems to fit to me!
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Vector surpressed the urge to wrinkle his nose in distaste. Despite having seen Quaisak ingest many times before, it still caught him unawares at times and his essentially human sensibilities protested.
"Quaisak, these are my clients...is 1500 your final offer?" asks Vector quickly, settling in his 'business mode', "I'd be willing to throw in some free appraisals of your finds, and you know I'm pretty good"
[sblock=OOC]I want to try and slip in a bit of persuasive-ness here, as a last ditch attempt to bring the price down...would that be Intrigue? (+5 if it is)[/sblock]
"Quaisak, these are my clients...is 1500 your final offer?" asks Vector quickly, settling in his 'business mode', "I'd be willing to throw in some free appraisals of your finds, and you know I'm pretty good"
[sblock=OOC]I want to try and slip in a bit of persuasive-ness here, as a last ditch attempt to bring the price down...would that be Intrigue? (+5 if it is)[/sblock]
Croft walks in with shaded glasses on, but his spirits seem to have been unaffected by the night of suicidal drinking. He flashes the group a fangy smile as he approaches, oblivious to the effect the pac'mara's eating habits are having on the others. "So whos appraising what now? Sorry I was late, I couldn't get my hair to cooperate this morning. It wierd, like I slept on something hard and flat last night. Oh well, guess its just one of those mysteries of the universe we will never understand."
He turns to the pac'mara with the flashing translator. "Quaisak, how they danglin? Didn't think I'd see your purple tukus at this end of the rim."
He turns to the pac'mara with the flashing translator. "Quaisak, how they danglin? Didn't think I'd see your purple tukus at this end of the rim."
I'd hate for you to have completely missed this gustatory spectacle to which we're being treated."
Dr Simon
Explorer
"So, House Callo finally decided to let you out on your own, did they boy?" says Quaisak. It makes a grunting sound that the translator doesn't pick up. "If I'd known you were Mr. Hawthorne's client I would have doubled the price. I haven't forgotten about that little double-cross you pulled on Deneb 4." It's hard to tell if the pak'ma'ra is serious or not.
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Diplomacy roll for Croft = not a great result, but not terrible.
Also, Sense Motive 4+5-4=5
Also rolled Diplomacy for Vector, but again not a great result. I'm interpreting that Quasak was mulling the idea when Croft barges in, which is why he doesn't address Vector's offer.
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Diplomacy roll for Croft = not a great result, but not terrible.
Also, Sense Motive 4+5-4=5
Also rolled Diplomacy for Vector, but again not a great result. I'm interpreting that Quasak was mulling the idea when Croft barges in, which is why he doesn't address Vector's offer.
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Scowling at the Centauri's interruption, Vector leans over to Ashley.
"Can you put your hands on fifteen hundred?" he mutters, one hand fluttering to the PPG in his jacket, "I'd rather not antagonise my associates with force"
The sudden shift surprises Vector. Tribon has been his territory for so long, to be usurped in such a fashion...surprises him. This handsome, but above all young, Centauri certainly bore watching.
"Eloquently put, Mr Warren" says Vector, smiling despite himself.
"Can you put your hands on fifteen hundred?" he mutters, one hand fluttering to the PPG in his jacket, "I'd rather not antagonise my associates with force"
The sudden shift surprises Vector. Tribon has been his territory for so long, to be usurped in such a fashion...surprises him. This handsome, but above all young, Centauri certainly bore watching.
"Eloquently put, Mr Warren" says Vector, smiling despite himself.
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