Out of the Frying Pan... (d20 Star Wars)

[Ambrus]

Shadow:
[sblock]The diminutive probe droid floats up to its Mistress after the blue protocol droid goes over to the hutt to awaken it. Taking its usual position above and behind Dofina's left shoulder, DRK-1X whispers to her in Nemoidian; "Statement: I've taken the liberty to reprogram myself to speak huttese should you wish me to translate for you mistress."

OOC: I'm assuming Dofina doesn't happen to speak huttese. If she does, please disregard what 1X said to her; it doesn't want to insult her abilities. Feel free to answer Felia's question to 1X however you think it would. I have no idea whether 1X is familiar with Kellon's people or whether there is a particular way to distinguish them. And just as a point of note, I didn't mention that I was taking 10 on the Computer Use check.[/sblock]

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi looks from the bodies littering the floor to the now closed door, nervousness etched on his face. This chaotic situation was growing more out of control by the moment. Turning away from his companions, trusting them to handle the situation at the door, he moves among the bodies, checking them to see if any of them have obvious identification on them. He will also try to determine if they died of blaster wounds or something else.

OOC: Treat Injury +4 to determine cause of death if not obvious, Search +2 to find identification or any other useful evidence.

 

[Kemrain]

Felia takes cover behind a solid object and hides while she waits for the DRK-1 to tell her what she should expect Kellon's men to look like. (Hide +0) She gestures to the others to keep out of sight, though they might not notice i nthe dim, smoke-filled room.

OOC: I'd love to know what X has to say about Kellon's men.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Sorry about the late reply guys. As I mentioned in another post, i'm finishig up a 24 hour workday, so I probably won't be able to post the next portion until tomorrow night. My apolgies.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
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Dofina nods when you mention that you have taught yourself to translate for her. She smiles at your efficiency, then begins to speak, as you translate:

"Great Torrba, my apologies for waking you, but I have important information to discuss with you." She continues, not letting him get a chance to say anything. "It seems that the newly formed Imperial forces are converging on your holdings to remove your prize from your possession. My droid will playback the intercepted transmission." She then gestures to you to playback the recorded message.

I saw that you didn't specifically call out taking a ten, but since I rolled a two for you, I decided that you would be able to pick this up anyway, so I gave you the ten to move things along. My apologies..
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Tal quickly closes the door covering it with his blaster, waiting for the first person to come through, while Felia takes cover. Her question is quickly responded to by X.

"Statement: Kellon's men are indistinguishable in a physical fashion, as is most of the criminal element on this planet."

Femi moves among the bodies, clearing away smoke with his hand while looking at them. For most of them it is quite obvious what killed them, the carbon scoring on their clothes are evidence of blaster shots. However one in particular, a Human, looks like he was dead long before this happened, but from what you are unable to tell with a cursory look. You do find a tiny blaster on one of them, but no forms of ID or any other weapons.

You can all hear hushed voices outside the room and the sounds of booted feet shuffling by the door.

 

[Ambrus]

DRK-1X continues to listen in on Felia and Tal's comlink channel while scanning other frequencies for information pertinent to their mission.

Shadow:
[sblock]Obediently, DRK-1X begins speaking loudly in a monotone huttese just a few seconds out of sink with its Mistress; "Niy: Sumaj Torrba, ñoqa afligiy rejch'ariy qan, pero ñoqa kapuy ch'aki ninakuy qan. Rikhuriy mosojchay janaj llajta jamuy qhaway ninakuy qan wasi suway qan Twi'Lek qhechuy. Noqa umayoj morq'o willay orqhoy willay."

Following its Mistress' gesture the diminutive probe droid's vocabulator begins issuing the dialog 1X recorded a few moments ago:
"The Jedi is here."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, Commander. He is with a local crimelord."
"Excellent, we will send a unit to obtain him."
"Sir, we're being monitored!"
"What, shut this down..."
--static--

DRK-1X then proceeds to translate the recorded message's basic into huttese for Torrba's benefit:
"Chay Jedi chayamuy."
"Qan rejsiy?"
"Ari, kamachej. Qhari caldo suwa-kamachej."
"A! Allin. Noqanchis apachiy askha qhari qhechuy Jedi."
"Jay? uyariy!"
"Cheqamanta, ch'in..."

The diminutive probe droid then ends by conveying a few last pieces of information for Torrba's benefit; "Niy: Willay ñoqa orqhoy trabajo ch'eqoy lugar thaskiy chunka pachaj kay." DRK-1X then turns and communicates the same information in nemoidian for its Mistress' benefit; "Report: I've conveyed to Torrba that the transmission originated roughly 1 kilometer from here in the industrial sector."

No need to apologize; I should thank you for the info. BTW, I amused myself by translating Dofina's words into huttese above by using an online database of the original south-american languages used for Jabba in RotJ. Translations are approximate and sometimes amusing. For instance there isn't a word for droid so I translated Dofina's reference to 1X as her "intelligent round thing".
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[Toric_Arthendain]

"These bodies, all dead by blaster fire, except one. Can't tell what he died from," Femi hisses through the smoky room. "None have any ID of any sort and only one has a blaster." That all said, he turns his attention back to the door of the room, hand on his blaster, looking to the others for their next move.

 

[Kemrain]

"Then I have a sinking feeling we're going to be blamed for this. Hopefully when they come through, they'll be open to talk, otherwise, we're in it deep. Tal, don't shoot them unless they make a move, I don't want to blast our only chance to get this over with in the face. Does that thing have a stun setting?"
Felia finally pulls her holdout blaster, set to stun, out of her satchel, keeping behind cover and waiting for the booted persons on the other side of the door to make a move.

OOC: Shadow, you can probbly go ahead with whatever's gonna happen next. Unless the folks on the other side of the door decide to wait too, they'll get to make the first move, and step into an ambush.

 

[Ambrus]

OOC: I just want to check to make sure you guys realize that there is another doorway leading out of this room and that it's open. Sorry if I'm stating the obvious, its just that your characters are acting like they're trapped.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Ambrus is correct, the other door is wide open and except for sound of sparks coming from the door, and the escaping smoke, you sense nothing else in that direction.

Time seems to slow as the trio prepares their ambush for the people that have gathered around outside the door, waiting with abated breath for the moment to come, but it never does. A quick command in a language none of you recognize causes the boots and the voices to quickly move away from the door. Your ears strain to hear anything in the silence, but all they are answered with is the humming of the betting machines and your own heartbeats.

As the smoke begins to clear, you can clearly count five bodies in all. Each one dead from blaster shots, except for the one Femi mentioned earlier. It seems they have been stripped of any equipment, again except for the tiny holdout that Femi found. It is then that your ears finally pick up the high pitched whine of repulsor engines overhead.

DRK-1X:

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That's very cool that you found that. Not too far from what they pass as 'official' Huttese.

Torrba's 'expression' doesn't change much. If it ever does. He simply sits silent for a moment, pondering this new information. Finally he speaks, as you translate for Dofina.

"Bring me Ventress." He waits for one of the guards to move before he continues. "This is indeed important information, perhaps a reward is in order for it. I will return to my yacht and my people will 'hide' this place. I will not have those nosy bureaucrats in my home. I suggest you find refuge in your ship as well." He stops as the guard returns, quaking in fear and whispering in Torrba's 'ear'. "What!?!", Torrba's serene title begins to wear off, "Find her! Now! And get my ship ready!"
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