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

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack stands next to Mir, just wanting to be close to the woman. He waved farewell to Okeefe, but his romantic interest in that area has waned. He remarks, "You see anything?"

Despite his casual posture, he has been practicing his ability to quickly draw his weapon from his holster or when slung. By his judgement in the mirror, he has gotten pretty fast at. He takes a look around, trying to be casual and a confident looking thug. With his helmet clipped to its hanger, he is even less aware of the situation than he should be, too busy trying to play his part as a criminal.

Perception (1d20+7=8)

[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 (single shot)

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

Mack Granger CS

 

[toasterferret]

Darius follows along behind Sloor, trying his best to look the part of hired muscle.

To sate his own curiosity, Darius pauses for several seconds. His eyelids shut for a moment as he reaches out with the force, probing the surrounding area for force users.

[sblock=UTF] Using the force to search for other force users within 100km. Taking ten on the check for a total of 22 on the skill check. Any force users within 100km may make an opposed UTF roll to hide their presence [/sblock]

 

[Songdragon]

(( Take 10 on Use the Force Check... 23. Mir is at present... hidden... It would be her first reaction to any such probe.))

Mir looks to Darius with her brow raises. She then turns to Mack and replies... "I do not think so." ((need to have an answer from Possum to answer better than that.))

 

[possum]

The Neimoidian looks up at Sloor, a uninterested look upon his face. "There's a few casinos open," he says. "I'd recommend Krett's cantina, though. It's just a kilometer outside the spaceport"

Darius' search for any possible Force users show no one.

 

[Songdragon]

"Do we walk, or find some transportation?" Mir asks the group as she moves to Sloors left.

 

[Binder Fred]

The Neimoidian looks up at Sloor, a uninterested look upon his face. "There's a few casinos open," he says. "I'd recommend Krett's cantina, though. It's just a kilometer outside the spaceport"

"Cants and casinaws? That's the mawst excitement you gawt arawnd here?" He frows, trying to recall something: "I'm pretty sure he said 'Zarra'. Aren't you spirks the awnes with wild races and the famaws fighting games awr samething? Help me awt here; I prawmised my crew a gawd time..." He fans out the promise of a few more cred chips in his lower left hand.

<PERSUASION/CHANGE ATTITUDE TO FRIENDLY: 1d20+9-2=14 (-2 Indifferent malus included, so I think it should be enough if he's got a Wil below 14).

<Reponse Neimoidian? Feel free to help or hinder, folks. >

"Do we walk, or find some transportation?" Mir asks the group as she moves to Sloors left.

"Usually I'd say walk, but sawmebawdy seems taw have tawrn the roof clean awff this frekking hab." He gives the open blue sky a reproachful glare. Frekking planets. "Let's grab a ride... Assuming you spirks still want taw tag alang?" He's sort of hoping they've changed their minds about that, obviously...

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack tries to help out the besalisk, "Yeah bub, we gots to be get ourselves sum entertainin' done."

His technique for trying to be a persuasive criminal leaves something to be desired. Seeing that the stranger give him a disgusted look, he turns away to continue his role of hired thug instead.

Concerning the idea of walking versus getting a ride, he just grunts his non-commitment to either proposal.

Persuasion (1d20+1=5)

[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 (single shot)

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

Mack Granger

 

[toasterferret]

"It's up to you boss, but I don't mind a good walk."

Darius crosses his arms and tries to look thuggish some more.

 

[possum]

The Nemoidian simply looks at Mack. "Like I said, the casino." He begins to walk away, wondering why the aliens bothered him. He pauses and turns back for a second. "Talk to Kret about his special tables." He looks around for a second. "High stakes and not a cut goes to the damn Hutt..."

 

[Binder Fred]

The Nemoidian simply looks at Mack. "Like I said, the casino." He begins to walk away, wondering why the aliens bothered him. He pauses and turns back for a second. "Talk to Kret about his special tables." He looks around for a second. "High stakes and not a cut goes to the damn Hutt..."

"Naw you're talking! Thanks, friend," and he flicks another 10 creds into his little blue hands...

<Response Nemoidian?>

"Well that's that fawr friendly nemawidian number awne," quips Sloor once the man is out of earshot.

"Such disregard for basic greed," laments TB by his side.

"Practically had taw feed him the things." Grinning happily, Sloor closes his remaining fan of creds with a flourish and starts stalking towards the spaceport's exit, wide eyes scanning the surroundings in a lazy, predatory way. "Sawme nice chewy pieces there at the end thawgh." He summarizes for those who need it: "Awer hutt's a lawcal kingpin, tail in pretty much everything arawnd here. AND they dawn't like that much awver at Kret's -- remember *that* when we're there... Think Darga'd like him gift-wrapped awr just with a baw awn tawp?"

By the look on his face, he's only half joking...


«Looking around for anything like local gangs or anybody that's been attracted by his overt show of creds. Perception Sloor: 15, Perception TB: 13

"It's up to you boss, but I don't mind a good walk."

Darius crosses his arms and tries to look thuggish some more.

"A sky ride it is," agrees the still grinning alien without missing a beat. He points to a beat-up hover cab waiting by the main exit, foreign driver leaning on the side. "Haw much fawr Kret's cantina, friend?"


«BARGAIN down the price, of course: 26