Diesel's Dawn of Defiance

[Shalimar]

Rain watches the exchange and then slips back around the corner to the rest of the group. "There are 2 large green beings, they have tusks and axes. They appear to be gaurding the door into the V14 room. They seem to want something from Ardon before they will let him pass." the red haired girl explains. She thought that Ardon was being reckless and a baka for just walking up to the creatures when she had snuck in to see before jumping in, but they had agreed to work together in this, and that meant she had to shelter him from his mistakes if she could.

"I think it would be helpful if we all appeared beside him, it may intimidate the creatures into letting us pass, though they seemed like small rancors, strong of limb and not of thought." she added before rounding the corner again, this time openly joing Ardon, showing the tusked aliens that there were others with the Twi'lek.

 

[Shayuri]

"Oh, Gamorreans," Ashlin says with a nod. "Yeah. Every lowlife crime lord in the galaxy hires them as guards." She pauses and adds, "Or so I hear."

She also walks out to stand by Ardon.

 

[possum]

"I suspect that they want a bribe... I don't have much in the way of petty creds, so can someone front me about 500 credits. That should be sufficient.


Inside of his mind, Ardon wishes that he had focused more on bending the will of others rather than telekinesis once again.

 

[Shayuri]

Ashlin goggles at Ardon and emits a strangled squawking noise.

"Uhh...maybe I should do the talking."

Without waiting for a go-ahead, she turns and saunters up to the Gammoreans.

"Ooota noog shuppa hah," she says to the piggy guard. "Fed Maya hon oochu. Swift con hah la...shoopah ka, hah troogu bashooda."

[sblock=Huttese]We're here for the package. It belongs to Maya. And get Swift...we've got more business for him.[/sblock]

 

[possum]

"They can probably understand that a lot better than they did with me," Ardon whispers to Ashlin, knowing that his somewhat businessbeing language wouldn't go over completely well with the porcine guards.

 

[Shalimar]

"Is 500 a lot of credits?" Rain asks Ashlin in a whisper. She only had the 200 credits that the freed slaves had given her from the slavers loot, it didn't give her an understanding of their value.

 

[Shayuri]

Ashlin nods at both Rain and Ardon, not wanting to distract the Gamorrean's overtaxed brain from processing all the data she'd just thrown at it by talking to them.

 

[Diesel]

The Gamorrean laughs at the groups discomfiture at his gesture, and with a happy snort, pushes aside his colleague to open the door. The wide blast door flies upward , but before you can enter, a large shape comes to the threshold, blocking it- a Chevin.

This massive Chevin looks old, even for his species. His trunk hangs low and scars cross his face, giving him a weathered look that matches his leathery skin. His clothes are little more than rags, and a large blaster pistol pokes out from beneath his vest as though ready to be drawn on a moment's notice.

Flanked on one side by a grey maned Wookie and the other by a short, scrawny greasy haired human, the Chevin stops in the doorway, turning his bulk back toward the darkened bay.

"This is it!" he bellows in a deep voice, "This business with the offworlder is the last straw! I'm tired of not getting my cut- you better watch yourself Switch, because I'm going to turn you into scrap!"

As the Chevin turns back to exit, he sees the five of you. "Out of my way," he growls wagging his head in irritation, "I've places to be." He pauses to cast his large eyes over each of you and with a rough laugh adds, "if you have business with the droid do it fast- he won't be in one piece too much longer."

The Chevin begins to stomp away, but stops, his gaze on Ashlin. "But tell me girl," he grunts his trunk getting closer to the young girl's body, "just what is your business with the droid?"

(OOC- Players Handout attached: A member of the Chevin species)

 

[Shalimar]

(erm, Rain did not give any money to anyone, she was merely asking if it was a lot, she doesn't even have 500 credits and would not have given the money regardless. She would have offered to face them in combat instead)

 

[Voda Vosa]

UbD hastly makes his wat next to its master, and takes a step froward to the alien "Keep your distance organic, no one is allowed so close to this unit Mistress" the droid states, with his yellow glowing eyes on the Chevin