Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter I: The Traitor's Gambit

[perrinmiller]

Before departing the Banshee, Mack will thank Capt Okeefe and ask, "What about our equipment and the hover sled? Are you going to see that they are delivered somewhere or are we to retrieve them from you later?" He will make sure he has her comlink code for later communication.

Mack troops along, bringing up the rear. Alderaan is his home world and he has not been away that long, a few months or so. Although his sister had some involvement with an Organa, he never actually met anyone other than her boy friend. He will remain quiet nodding a greeting to the Caamasi. Dressed in his new armor (its appearance is now somewhat different) and carrying the helmet cradled in his left arm he will follow along.

 

[possum]

OOC: It's difficult for me to place things exactly in the "Months after Revenge of the Sith" timeline, but it's my personal theory that Caamas has already happened.

The Use the Force check was the opposed roll to avoid being detected. Don't worry though, work on your "EU Fu" a little and you'll see why...

The Caamasi nods towards Keyton. "There has not been much change since the Clone Wars, although I suppose the biggest thing are the Caamasi refugees now settling here."

Captain Okeefe says that your belongings will be unloaded and placed in your guest accomodations shortly. The hoversled can be returned to you when you wish.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack, content that their belongings are being cared for and not going to disappear if Capt Okeefe heads back out-system with the Banshee, strolls along behind the others.

If expected to introduce himself to the Caamasi, he will. But he is also content to be silent, like hired muscle standing protectively behind the others. If he needs to be polite and accept refreshment, he will partake. But mostly he is content to just stretch his legs after being confined in a small starship for the past few days.
[sblock=OOC]Unless of course Capt Okeefe was interested in a little fooling around to help pass the time. Then he might be tired and want to sit and replenish his electrolytes. He is a soldier and could follow "the girl in every port" philosophy. [/sblock]

 

[Songdragon]

ooc: Work on my EU Fu as level up some or use it and see what turns up?

Mir reaches out with the force and attempts to seek out the other force user she knows is out there. (Use the Force 1d20+13=28)

 

[possum]

OOC: Holy crap... A level 13 Jedi Master, with at a quick estimated +15 to his UTF skill, (+4 cha, +5 trained, +6 level) rolls a natural one to evade detection... Good thing it was Mir and not someone more vile... Mir is able to sense that it's the Caamasi that is Force sensitive. Very Force-sensitive, or at least highly trained.

 

[Binder Fred]

[TRIP]

"Sure Sloor, I will play a game with you." Mir answers the beasilisk.

"Gawd, Gawd," beams the other, rubbing all four of his hands. He sets down the board between them and flips the 'randomize player' switch. "20 creds a game?"

«We can roll a few dice if you feel like it?


[ALDERAAN]

He orders a few workers to unload the carbon-frozen agent from the Banshee's cargo hold.

"You knaw these spirks?" Sloor asks their captain with narrowed eyes. He's conned too many travellers out of their bagage to be parted from his prize quite so easily.

"Captain Okeefe says that your belongings will be unloaded and placed in your guest accomodations shortly. The hoversled can be returned to you when you wish."

"That's very nice, your flutiness, but I'd like taw hear it frawm *her*."

«Response Captain o'Keefe?

"Mir Malone, Universal Geographic. Thank you, yes some refreshment would be nice."

"Bawttle awf..." Sloor signals TB.

"Marakish summer wine, if you please, preferably aged to perfection... Say 213 years?"

"Heard gawd things," confirms the scoundrel with a predatory grin. Mostly on the resale value, but still... He swivels his upper shoulders, making the muscles bulge, before stalking forth, eyes gliding over the palace fixings like price snanners at a food mart.

The Caamasi nods towards Keyton. "There has not been much change since the Clone Wars, although I suppose the biggest thing are the Caamasi refugees now settling here."

"The Empire blaw up Caamas awr sawmthing?" jokes Sloor.

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You see, boys and girls? That's what happens when you don't spend any points on Knowledge-Galactic Lore.

 

[Songdragon]

Back on the ship before Alderaan... "Sure." Mir says to Sloor.

(( Sure, up to say 10 games? ))

Alderaan... Mir stops dead in her tracks and looks to Ylenic for several moments before regaining her composure. She continues on with the group, always looking toward the Caamasi. This is most, interesting... Mir thinks to herself.

((It happens... Even with a skill focus making that a 20. The will of the force works in mysterious ways... ))

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack, while taking in the decor, almost walks right into Mir when she stops dead in her tracks. He notices something amiss but only raises an eyebrow in question. Mir is likely too preoccupied to even notice that she almost got run over by the armored soldier.

Not really understanding, he figures these new companions that use the Force are a little weird anyway, so he decides to put it out of mind until Mir decides he needs to know about it. If there is a threat, he trusts her to inform him of the situation to get his help dealing with it if necessary.

{OOC: Post #400 already! Never got a 'yes' on fooling around with Capt Okeefe, should I assume a 'no' and have Mack look elsewhere.}

 

[Songdragon]

Back on the ship...

[sblock="Gambling with Sloor"]

1d20+2= 6,
1d20+2= 3,
1d20+2= 3,
1d20+2= 16,
1d20+2= 21,
1d20+2= 19,
1d20+2= 8,
1d20+2= 4,
1d20+2= 13,
1d20+2= 10

Here is the Wisdom Checks for you Binder. A few good rolls, many more not so good. All in good fun I suppose.

[/sblock]

 

[possum]

OOC: Correct, perrinmiller, that would have been a "no."

The Caamasi looks at Sloor, his long nose quivering somewhat. "It is a recent tragedy my friend," he says in a diplomatic tone. "Please do not make light of it. Despite your joking, you are correct, from what I hear from the few survivors on the surface I have had a chance to speak with."

Captain Okeefe disembarks the ship as the unloading concludes, watching as the techs do their jobs in case something goes amiss. "Make sure he gets the hoversled back, it was hard to get all four of his arms off of it during the trip," she jokes, not hearing the discussion about Caamas from her vantage point.