Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
«POSSUM, to confirm:
1. Ganga has been searched and disarmed by Sloor. He has nothing of value on him (?).
2. Switch's desk has been searched by Keyton. It has nothing of value or interrest in it (?).
3. Switch is a total loss, utterly un-repearable (?).
«Forgot this bit last time:
[Sblock=Binary]«Basically inquiring about how R5 managed to become self-owning.[/sblock]
Assuming not:
"Well, there's this desk I'd want delivered... sawm items that need selling." He thumps the other once or twice on the shoulder before shaking him in a friendly sort of way, "I like you, spirk, saw let's say a hundred and fifty, PLUS fifteen percent of what you sell." He watches the other's reaction with interrest.
«Has the conversation revealed if Ponda has any special skills? Perticularly in the Persuassion/Haggle, Gather Information, or any of the Knowledges?
1. Ganga has been searched and disarmed by Sloor. He has nothing of value on him (?).
2. Switch's desk has been searched by Keyton. It has nothing of value or interrest in it (?).
3. Switch is a total loss, utterly un-repearable (?).
«Forgot this bit last time:
(Crazy, confirms Sloor. Utterly and completely crazy. He still throws a glance at his other two (tentative) companions, see if it makes sense to humans at least...)Keyton looks at his wound, putting his hand over the blast burn. He runs his hand just over the wound, but not touching the skin. He appears as if he his grabbing something, pulls it out but then throws it on the ground. But there is nothing on the ground and the wound looks the same.
"Waste awf your time," predicts Sloor, heading back out."Alright then. I would suggest we get that information as soon as we are able. I will see of R5 here can give us a hand."
TB, reading over Mir's shoulder, manages to look very smug indeed as it does a little celebratory dance of its own. It emits a lightning fast series of bleep, bloob and wheeps that still manage to sound like pressing questions.I WOULD BE PLEASED TO ACCOMPANY YOU FOR THE TIME BEING, the droid replies via text on the screen. BUT BE ASSURED THAT I AM NO BEING'S PROPERTY SAVE FOR MYSELF.
[Sblock=Binary]«Basically inquiring about how R5 managed to become self-owning.[/sblock]
"Rawf," sympathizes the besalisk as he picks up a blasted off limb, careful not to get too much gore on his furred jacket. "You ask me, Panda, you're better awf awn the rim. Mawr elbaw room... Mawr people like you and me... Mawr awpawrtunities taw GRAB!" As if in illustration he stomps *down*, flipping one of the door guard's huge vibroaxes up into his right hand -- the upper since he's still holding his pistol in the lower. He points the blade Ponda's way, "Speaking awf, you gawt anything planned fawr the rest awf the day?"Ponda replies to Sloor's small talk. He is originally from Coruscant, but forced to move as the anti-alien sentiment got too much for him. He says that he was originally a security guard for a primarily human banking establishment, but was fired due to the COMPNOR sensitivities of the patrons.
Assuming not:
"Well, there's this desk I'd want delivered... sawm items that need selling." He thumps the other once or twice on the shoulder before shaking him in a friendly sort of way, "I like you, spirk, saw let's say a hundred and fifty, PLUS fifteen percent of what you sell." He watches the other's reaction with interrest.
«Has the conversation revealed if Ponda has any special skills? Perticularly in the Persuassion/Haggle, Gather Information, or any of the Knowledges?