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

[perrinmiller]

"Awly prawblem I can see is... Where's TB gawing taw sit in all this?"

"Maybe we can mount a couple of brackets for him to clip on to in the back. He's not so big, so he doesn't actually need much of a seat per se. No offense TB, but you don't have a sensitive bum that we need to worry about like some people I know." Mack teases Sloor a little, but the statement could be referring to Mir's tush as well since it's ambiguous enough.

<<Possum; Are we going to get away with this?>>

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Mack a little inebriated agrees to go to the new club, but he is not drunk enough to actually pay for a prostitute.

"Alright let's go hunting!"

<<OOC: ready to move along.>>

 

[Binder Fred]

"Maybe we can mount a couple of brackets for him to clip on to in the back. He's not so big, so he doesn't actually need much of a seat per se. No offense TB, but you don't have a sensitive bum that we need to worry about like some people I know."

“Keytawn *is* a bit awn the sensitive side,” jokes back the besalisk. “Awtherwise, wawrks fawr me!”


« So we are:
1- Getting Organa techs to dismount the weapons on the repulsor sled we have

2- Trading the old sled in for the new (used) sled + a 500kg cargo rack + a droid rack (about where the weapon mount is placed on the photo, I’d imagine?).Bargain to get the best price 1d20+8=15

3- Getting Organa techs to mount the weapons in the nose of the new sled.

I suggest we take the stats for the Sorosub X-34 landspeeder as a base and just make it a 4-placer. What’s the net outcome cash-wise, Possum, assuming all this can be done?

Mack a little inebriated agrees to go to the new club, but he is not drunk enough to actually pay for a prostitute.

"Naw that’s where you’re wrawng, Mack man,” remonstrates a grinning Sloor as they walk under stars and lamplight, TB silently gliding behind. “Free range didn’t wark awt fawr you tawnight, sure, but that’s naw resan taw sulk like a little baw, is it?” He kicks in the door to the new place, both of them swallowed up into the warmth and the noise.

 

[possum]

I don't know if you'll have the funds for this, but... When you're able (and sober) enough to meet with a used speeder salesman, he's willing to give you 1,000 credits trade in value on the Imperial hover speeder and the only X-34 that seems suitable for the modifications that you have in mind on that lot will be 2,600 credits used. The cargo rack will set you back around 700 credits, and the droid rack will be 250. Organa's people aren't that happy with making a deathcoaster, and will charge you 300 credits to assemble it. Total cost: 3,900.

Even looking will cost you all about a day.

 

[perrinmiller]

"Naw that’s where you’re wrawng, Mack man,” remonstrates a grinning Sloor as they walk under stars and lamplight, TB silently gliding behind. “Free range didn’t wark awt fawr you tawnight, sure, but that’s naw resan taw sulk like a little baw, is it?” He kicks in the door to the new place, both of them swallowed up into the warmth and the noise.

Mack follows Sloor into the establishment, "Oh I am used to bad luck with the ladies on occasion. There will be other nights to try again. But after realizing we cannot afford to modify our speeder, I am just being miserly about my money. If I had more of a silver tongue I would try to still get it for free in here. Heck, might as well try, eh?" he grins with his drunken misconception of how things are probably done in this brothel, but doesn't care.

After a few hours, Mack has proven even unluckier, if that was possible. Probably couldn't even pay for it at this point since he cannot disguise his cop-like demeanor in his drunken state. They will be lucky to not get thrown out of the joint.
[sblock=OOC Issues]For the speeder, we have done the research, so we can take care of it next time if we earn enough salvage. But for now we should hang on to the hover sled as is.
In the new bar, rolled again. Persuasion checks: 1d20+1=7, 1d20+1=6, 1d20+1=9, 1d20+1=3 Probably need a -5 penalty at least trying to persuade hookers to give it up for free.
Still ready to move along, BTW.[/sblock]

 

[Binder Fred]

a used speeder salesman [is] willing to give you 1,000 credits trade in value on the Imperial hover speeder

"1000?!" marvels Sloor as they walk away from the dealer. "Freck! Change awf plans: we sell awer stuff awtside the frecking cawre wawrlds frawn naw awn! 1000? 1000?? That thing wawld fetch us 4 grands anywhere awn the rim. Minimum!"


«Translation: yeah, let's wait for now. If the senator's job calls for some transport, he can loan us something in the interim... or back up a loan to buy what we want.

Mack follows Sloor into the establishment, "Oh I am used to bad luck with the ladies on occasion. There will be other nights to try again. But after realizing we cannot afford to modify our speeder, I am just being miserly about my money. If I had more of a silver tongue I would try to still get it for free in here. Heck, might as well try, eh?" he grins with his drunken misconception of how things are probably done in this brothel, but doesn't care.

The many-armed one bursts out laughing : "A man with a missian!" He unexpectedly shoves the human forward, sending him stumbling into the waiting throng, "Hey girls, it's his first time saw treat him nice! First rawnd is awn me!" He himself circles the shoulder of a pair of twi'leks (purple and blue) while looking deep into the eyes of a tall, blond-haired frozian. "Creds are fawr the spending, blandy! Let yourself gaw!"


«Help another on Persuassion 1d20+8=22. «Fred looks at Perrin's rolls» Ah well....

After a few hours, Mack has proven even unluckier, if that was possible. Probably couldn't even pay for it at this point since he cannot disguise his cop-like demeanor in his drunken state. They will be lucky to not get thrown out of the joint.

A muscled arm circles Mack's neck and leads him towards a side-alcove. It's Sloor, of course, back into the main room/dining hall once more : "Enawgh with the campetitian, alright? Let's finish this with a massage, Mack man : very relaxing, and it's my treat, saw even your chip can stawr up *its* juice," he finishes with a close-up view of that predatory smile of his.

They pass through heavy crimson and blue curtains, into a tiny oval chamber. There is a raised bed and, more importantly, a tall kamino woman, waiting, hands lightly pressed together. The air is laced with lazily scented smoke, the music muted now that the curtain is down.

"This awn's called Incense," whispers Sloor in stage confidence, "fawr awbviaus reasans. She wawn't daw anything you dawn't want taw daw, saw shut up, lie dawn and sawk up the frecksing ambiance!" The last bit is said rather more forcefully -- make that a lot more forcefully. "Really, it's like partying with a marbling monk," grumbles the big alien as he sweeps through a side curtain (Mack catches a glimpse of TB's glowing optics as swell a more than one set of female limbs). "I'll be next dawr getting the same. Talk lawd and I'll hear." A backwards grin, "Talk law and I wawn't... Enjoy!"

 

[possum]

Days later, the Banshee is minutes from exiting hyperspace above the planet of Felucia. The past few days have likely been spent pouring over the small amount of information regarding the Imperial base. You're to land four kilometers north of the base and then hike your way to the base.

As the blue tunnel of hyperspace fades away and the pinpoints of stars fill the windows of the cockpit, you get a brief glimpse of the planet Felucia hanging just below your ship. Almost instantly your eyes are drawn to the dagger-shaped starship looming ahead of you—a Victory-class Star Destroyer.

“Hold on,” Captain Okeefe says, “We’re in for a bumpy ride.”

With that, the captain slams the control stick forward, sending the ship tumbling rapidly into the atmosphere of the planet. As the Banshee passes through the thin cloud layer, you get a good look at the fungal swamps and jungles of Felucia, where towering mushrooms reach up into the air like skyscrapers. It would be beautiful if it weren’t rushing up at you so quickly.

Eventually, Captain Okeefe pulls the ship out of its dive, a move accompanied by the sounds of metal shearing from somewhere in the rear of the ship. The transport lurches, nearly throwing each of you to the ground, and dips sickeningly down toward the fungal canopy. Another massive bump jostles the ship before the captain brings the vessel to a screeching halt, resting deep within the mushroom jungles.

 

[Songdragon]

As the ships comes to a stop Mir takes a moment to gather herself and looks about to the others and calls out, "Everyone okay?" She unfastens her safety belt and takes up a small pack and looks towards the cockpit, "Captain, you alright? How did the ship do?"

 

[perrinmiller]

During the voyage, Mack has some vague memories that he really enjoyed himself during the night before departing Alderaan. Glad that he has done some good male bonding, he is content.

Over the days of the voyage he works on improving relations with Captain Okeefe. He is no longer horny, but he is thinking of the future.

[sblock=OOC]Persuasion Checks to Improve Attitude over the 4 days of the trip. 1d20+1=7, 1d20+1=12, 1d20+1=10, 1d20+1=3, Wow that's how many rolls with nothing better than 2 11's? At least it's not combat.[/sblock]
Mack grabs his gear and replies to Mir, "I'm good and ready for action. Who's going to take point?"

 

[possum]

"Stay here," she says as she unstraps herself from the crash webbing. "Crash, come with me," she adds as she leaves the cockpit of the vessel. Obediant, the droid moves throughout the ship with its companion. Faintly, you can hear the sound of the main hatch opening a few minutes later.

"It's not that bad," she reports a short time later, but adds that they're not going to be leaving the planet for a while. "We landed a little off of the drop point, and it'll probably take you about a day to get to the base. I think I'll have all this ready by the time you get back for extraction," she adds.

 

[Binder Fred]

Sloor lets out a resigned sigh. "Haw abawt this instead, Sra: we help *you* repair the ship and then *you* take us taw where we were suppawssed taw land in the first place, if nawt clawser still. Nawt like we're in any hurry, is it?" He's not traipsing through any more frecksing jungle than he absolutely has to! (Frecking planets...)