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

[Songdragon]

(Perception... 1d20+8=21)

Mir looks back at the Chief and answers, "We are here on Felucia to rescue an asset from an Imperial installation not far from here. And if all works out for the best, cause a little havoc for them as well. After, depart." She pauses a moment and continues by asking, "If it is not too much to impose of you, is there any aid you can give us?

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack hasn't let his guard down since entering the village, but he lets the others do the talking.

<<OOC: Perception Check 1d20+9=24 >>
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[Nebten]

It is our hopes that this man will help us in bringing down the Empire and one day leave your planet in peace.

Keyton tries to remain calm during the conversation. He maintains eye contact, but tries to reach out with the Force to focus in on the whispers.

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Perception (1d20+7=21) [/sblock]

 

[Binder Fred]

"Saw basically, we're breaking a friend awf a friend awt awf prisan," translates Sloor. "Tall, green and graspy's already agreed taw help taw." He jerks a thumb towards Kid Felucian with an innocent look.

 

[possum]

You can all hear the crying of what are likely children from an edge of the camp. The chief looks at you after Vazus translates.

"The chief says that he believes you, and wishes you the best of luck during your mission. The Empire, he says, has been a blight upon the planet ever since they have arrived. He wants to warn you that what you have seen so far is but a fraction of what Felucia has to offer in terms of dangers. He also says that Verimak, the young warrior that the Besalisk wrestled with, has volunteered to lead you towards the base."

 

[Songdragon]

Mir bows her head in a respectful manner towards the Chief, "Thank you." She smiles at the Chief and continues, "Felucia, while dangerous, is most beautiful. Once all this Imperial stuff is taken care of, I would really like to come back and do a nice piece on it for the Intergalactic Geographic. Which is a medium that lets millions of sentients see recordings of interesting and exotic places from all over the galaxy. Some might even prove to be, educational."

"Would there be anything that you or your people can tell us of this Imperial facility?" She looks to the human, "Or anything that you could share with us Vazus"

 

[Binder Fred]

"The chief says [snippety]. He also says that Verimak, the young warrior that the Besalisk wrestled with, has volunteered to lead you towards the base."

"Gawd awn you," exclaims Sloor with a friendly shove. "Bring your friends alang!"

"Would there be anything that you or your people can tell us of this Imperial facility?" She looks to the human, "Or anything that you could share with us Vazus"

"A hawver sled?" prompts the four-armed one.

 

[perrinmiller]

"A hawver sled?" prompts the four-armed one.

With Mir and the others handling things with the higher ups in the village, Mack only adds in his suggestion following Sloor's request, "Or an AT-AT walker?"

Mack's curiosity is aroused by the sound of crying children, that's funny. I would have thought tap pole like things wouldn't have crying kids. Wonder what that noise is. Since no one said he couldn't, he starts to wander in the direction of the sounds to investigate.
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[possum]

"Well..." Vazus says as two of the village's guests mention military transports. "Kybucks..." The word brings to mind small, bipedal mammals that likely couldn't support your weight. "Well, specially bred Kybucks meant to support the weight of a standard humanoid."

Mack walks through the village, eventually finding a small, hollowed out mushroom. Inside of the mushroom are the source of the cries, four ill looking children laying in the cots. An adult Felucian is in there with them, diong his or her best to sooth their suffering. Their skin has turned to a sickly gray and their muscles have atrophied heavily.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Well..." Vazus says as two of the village's guests mention military transports. "Kybucks..." The word brings to mind small, bipedal mammals that likely couldn't support your weight. "Well, specially bred Kybucks meant to support the weight of a standard humanoid."

"Awh freck," is Sloor's heartfelt comment.... "Alright, shaw me," he growls after a pause, teeth tight.

"This is a scene that must be seen." TB gleefully locks step with its owner as the besalisk hooks two arms around their guide, half-dragging him along as well.

"You're cawming alang too, Verimak man. We'll suffer tawgether."


«Sloor will try out some kybuck riding, no doubt with hilarious results. Riding rolls: 1d20=1, 1d20=7, 1d20=3, 1d20=4, 1d20=1 Bloody... Sloor is WALKING!