Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter II: A Wretched Hive


log in or register to remove this ad

Darga’s throne room is both opulent and repulsive. A thick layer of oddly scented smoke drifts through the air, rising out of braziers in the corners of the room. Once-beautiful tapestries line the walls, though most of them have been torn, burned, or stained to the point that they are almost unrecognizable. A raised dais in the center of the room supports the massive bulk of Darga the Hutt, and behind his dais a large, open balcony seems to extend into darkness.

As you were walking in, the sound of music hit your ears, most of the notes pleasing to your ears. As you walk into the throne room, however, the music stops and all of the merriment happening comes to an abrupt halt.

[sblock=Huttese]"If who sent you were here personally, I would ask him why he has brought outsiders to my palace."[/sblock]

An old-looking LOM model protocol droid walks to the front of Darga's dais. "Great Darga says that if Warrick Raden were here, he would ask the meaning of this visit."

[sblock=Huttese]"He is not. Long has he tried to get his lackeys in my service. The scum aren't even worth knowing I exist."[/sblock]

The droid translates. "Raden has long tried to get his own friends into Darga's organization, but they have all been unworthy."
 

(( Mir is the only one in the group that knows Huttese... to reveal that or not... Hmmm... :D I know she has told the group she knows the language. ))

Mir steps up next to Sloor and looks at him as the leader of the gang and asks quietly, but not so quietly that the Hutt misses the praises of himself, "Would you like me to speak to the Great and Distinguished Darga on your behalf?"
 

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack chuckles wickedly in agreement of the droid's comments about Raden's minions and remarks, "Unworthy is an understatement. Blaster fodder would be more like it."

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

MackSmall.jpg
Mack Granger
 

"Knawck yourself awt, Sra," answers Sloor with an approving smile -- though, frankly, he's got a sinking feeling he knows where this is going already... Ah well.

The big alien turns to the wyrm on its cushion, squares his shoulders and dives in: "Geetings Nawble Darga, and our marbling thanks fawr giving us an awdience awn saw shawrt nawtice. Much appreciated." Should probably have frekking prepared this thing beforehand, shouldn't he? is what he's thinking as he pauses to let Mir translate *that* bit; gives him a chance to get his thoughts in order.

<When she's translated:

"We've just cawme frawn awffwawrld, but we've already heard a lawt abawt your pawer and your reach; you're the being taw see if you want taw get ahead in this wawrld, apparently." He grins that dangerous grin of his and spreads all four of his arms, finding his groove once more: "Saw here we are! For the right pay, nawble Darga, we can awffer you tawp-nawtch, highly-trained prawblem-sawlving specialists," an upper-hand gesture that spotlight each of the five beings standing before him, "awnes with actual frekking cambat experience. If Raden man's anything taw judge by, we're saw frekking far abawve the lawcal level it's frecsing insulting!" A bit too honest on that last bit, but -frek- it's frekking dead on! Still. "Rawnd that awt a little, will you Sra?"


OOC: By the way, Possum, we did get through to the Banshee with those palace coordinates, right? See this post.

QUESTION = Who else is here in the throne room with us? How well equipped/dangerous do they look?
 
Last edited:


OOC: You were able to get a message back to Okeefe with the coordinates of the palace. As for the denizens of the palace, they're armed with pistols, rifles and vibroblades, but they all seem indifferent to you.

IC: Darga gives a hearty chuckle at Sloor's opening before Mir is able to finish translating it. "My hospitality is always well known..." The others in the room get a chuckle out of it. Some in-joke you're not aware of.

[sblock=Huttese]"Oh ho ho... Raden's lackeys are below the local talent, I assure you. However, I am always looking for accomplished help these days, what with the political situation and all. I invite you to spend a while at my court. A feast is being prepared and you all are invited to join it. Quarters here will be provided for you."[/sblock]

The translator droid translates faithfully.
 

Sloor nods low and even throws in an arm sweep for good measure. "We'll be ready fawr your call, Aw Nawble emplawyer," he says with a satisfied grin before backing away and shifting towards the surrounding croud. "Best behaviawr naw, spirks, but awther than that, let's enjaw the Hutt's hawspitality, shall we?"


OOC: Sloor will mingle. Taking 10 on GATHER INFORMATION nets him Major news stories and local rumors (AKA a 19). Mostly, he's trying to find out what Darga's been up to lately, including any mention of the Empire or the Sarlacc project (though he won't mention those directly, of course)... Anything interesting?
 

Mir will give a slight bow and translate for Sloor in Huttese... Laters as the group mingles Mir attempts to support Sloor in finding out some info.

((Gather Info 1d20+3=21 That is a successful aid.))
 

OOC: Yay! Now that we've burst 20, we can guess at the veracity of one of those rumors we'll hear about. You up for choosing which one when the time comes, Songdragon?

Sloor holds back a little, using the opportunity to talk low to Mack and/or Darius: "Maybe a bit awf friendly grawd recan, if you spirks gawt time? See what we have taw wawrk with." He sobberly considers one, then the other, "Nawthing that'll get us shawt taw frek, alright?"


«Just a suggestion, if either/both of you feel like it, together or each on your own. You can take TB along as well, also if you guys want. He's got fair Stealth, nightvision, that extensible arm, etc.
«Sloor wants this conversation to stay fairly private, so I'll roll a Stealth roll for you if you want one, Possum (?).
 
Last edited:

Remove ads

Top