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

Femi keeps his hands away from his holstered blaster and the lightsaber under his shirt, holding them out, palms facing upwards. He follows Felia's lead saying, "Yes, there is no need for violence, friends. As I'm sure they say around here, violence and death is bad for business. Let's be reasonable and talk about this, although as my friend says, we'd best get out of here before we commence discussions."

OOC: Friendship +5
 

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DRK-1X:
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Curse my blindness, I just reread that and saw that tiny little bit that said take 20, mea culpa. Thank you for the encouragement, it does help... :)

X takes careful inventory of the crystals. Most of them are a crimson hue in color, but a small few are green, blue and an even smaller amount are yellow. One is purple. Putting the information away for later use, its tiny hands drag the feet of the now passed Sith woman, revealing more of the hatch beneath her body. Carefully scanning it, X finds that it has a simple release mechanism that causes it to slide open. Upon activating it, a dark tunnel appears below. Switching to infrared, the darkness takes on a greenish tinge and you can make out the rungs of a ladder that descends deeper into the building. Your scanners also pick up a bloom of heat coming from farther down. The only thing you are able to hear is Dofina's shallow breathing and a slight mechanical humming sound coming from far below. Nothing new has come over the com-channels.

Search 30 and Listen 29. Unfortunately, X has never been to this part of the building and so is unfamiliar with it. You know that most of the power generators are far below the main part of the building however.
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Friendship 18+5+2 assistance= 25

Kellon makes a 'just kidding' shrug and lowers his weapon, the Sullustan following suit afterwards. "Listenfriends.Torrbaisoldnews. Iamthenewthinginthiscity. Playyourcardsrightandyoucanbeapartofittoo. Ibroughtthosetroopshere. IwasgoingtosellthatJeditothem. Matteroffacttheyshouldhavehimnow. Unlessyou'rewantedbythisEmperorPalpatineforanyreasonIseenoreasonforyoutorun. Ialsodon'tseewhyyouhadgothroughmywindowbutwhoamItoquestion? IsupposeIshouldletyoutalknow." Kellon is finally silent. His Sullustan remains so as well.

Note, the lack of spaces in Kellon's speech is done on purpose.
 

Shadow:[sblock]After scanning the shaft DRK-1X reaches down and presses the button to close the hatch again. The diminutive probe droid then silently drifts back to its unconscious mistress. As it moves it folds its tiny arms and retracts them within its matte black housing, closing the two panels on either side of its body and resuming its spherical profile. Coming to a stop a meter above Dofina, DRK-1X pitches forward to focus its large primary photoreceptor on the prone woman. The droid then rotates its two external sensor pods so that one is focused on the hatch and the other on the door behind it. It then grows still and silent as it patiently waits.

Cognitive Processing
Datum: Mistress Dofina's body temperature is 37.1º c.
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Kellon: "Drop your weapons."
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Felia Sardo: "Wait, don't shoot!"
Datum: Refuges have successfully located Kellon.
Proposition: Violent altercation between Kellon and the refugees is imminent.
Transfer com-channel #975215A audio transmission to holorecorder data-buffer 17.4B.
Recording.
Datum: Mistress Dofina's pulse is 42 beats per minute.
Com-channel #975215A: "We're here to see Kellon, on command of Torrba the Serene.
We were told to meet him to discuss a job, though with the soldiers out front the point
might be moot. But don't shoot us; they'll hear it and come running. We all need to get
out of here, or we'll probably be arrested or worse."
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Ka-Femi-Odo: "Yes, there is no need for violence,
friends. As I'm sure they say around here, violence and death is bad for business.
Let's be reasonable and talk about this, although as my friend says, we'd best get out
of here before we commence discussions."
Datum: Mistress Dofina's respiration is 36 breaths per minute.
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Kellon: "Listen friends.Torrba is old news. I am the
new thing in this city. Play your cards right and you can be a part of it too. I brought
those troops here. I was going to sell that Jedi to them. Matter of fact they should have
him now. Unless you're wanted by this Emperor Palpatine for any reason I see no
reason for you to run. I also don't see why you had go through my window but who am
I to question? I suppose I should let you talk now."


At the sound of Kellon's voice DRK-1X begins recording the audio transmission for future reference.

While it waits, DRK-1X continues to listen to the local com-channel chatter for any new information while it visually monitors its mistress' breathing, pulse and body temperature. The diminutive probe droid also listens carefully for the sound of anyone approaching the door or the hatch. Hanging motionless in the air, doing nothing more than watching, listening and waiting, DRK-1X begins to meditate. It systematically analyzes the events that have occurred since the group's arrival on the moon and the appropriateness and efficiency of its own responses. The heuristic processor contained within the droid's chassis works through millions upon millions of lines of its own code. It builds virtual constructs within its mind, runs simulations exploring alternate actions it itself could have taken and analyzes the possible results. As it meditates it consciously adapts or changes some of its response algorithms, improving the efficiency of its Code, and growing in sentience.

OOC: FYI, since DRK-1X can't justify leaving Dofina in her delicate and vulnerable condition with dozens of enemy troops nearby, it is essentially limited to sitting and waiting for something to change. Until either Dofina wakes, it hears someone approaching, someone busts into the room or it gets crucial new information from a comlink transmission, DRK-1X is going to keep waiting and meditating with the patience only an inorganic being can possess.
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Femi tries to keep his expression impassive as Kellon talks. He is relatively certain that the Jedi he is talking about is Master Xan. He fights to keep his own anger from welling up to the surface. He wants nothing more than to be done with this place and off of this planet but circumstances have conspired to keep him here, now hemmed in by Palpatine's forces. Femi remains quiet, afraid of saying something he regrets and waits for Felia to speak to Kellon.
 

Tal stays silent, his countenance not changing. This puke is still a threat, regardless of his friendly words. I'm sure Femi won't be pleased to hear they are selling off his buddy, either. Tal glances over at the young Jedi, his eyes flickering down to the lightsaber at his belt. I wouldn't want to be that rodian if he brings that thing into play. Femi seemed to be showing restraint, though, and Tal refocuses his attention on the two gangsters.
 

Felia smiles, lowering her weapon and tucking it into her satchel beneath her cloak. She nods to the rodian, hoping that his lack of accusations of Jedi means that he hasn't figured Femi out yet.

"I hadn't realised that you called in the troopers. Clever move. We'd been afraid of being associated with the hutt in the sldiers' eyes. But if there's no risk of that then we don't need to run. We should still probably put some distance between us and them, though- there's no reason to hang around a firefight. Besides, we should discuss business. Since the hutt's plans are out the airlock, I'd like to hear your plans for the area, and how we can be a part of them."

As she speaks she glances to Femi to make sure he's mantaining his cool despite his master's endangerment.
C'mon guys, she thinks to herself, back me up here. We'll blow this place as soon as we can but we can use him to get offworld. You can cut him in half then, Femi, don't do it now.

OOC: Bluff and Diplomacy time, with some Friendship sprinkled in there for good measure, as appropriate. I want these guys to like us, despite how suspicious we are. And Felia glossing over the window entirely is intentional. That would be the wrong thing to dwell on, y'know?
 

DRK-1X:
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Interesting take on X's 'thought' processes. Almost reminds me of that Stealth movie that was on DVD recently.

X continues its silent vigilance over its mistress, the Lady Dofina. The Nemoidian noble had managed to survive an encounter with a Sith warrior, who now lay dead from the actions of her faithful droid. Survive was a relative term however, as her form was silent and still, lying unconscious on the ground. What lay in store for them next was uncertain. The droid's companions were in an uncertain situation outside and currently were unavailable to help X move its immobile charge. Its emotions relayed to it in ones and zeros, X could feel anxiety in as much as a machine could, but luckily it did not cause the same biochemical reactions as it did in organics. Time moved on slowly, X listening to the banter between its companions and Kellon, the usurper.
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Kellon relaxes further, allowing himself to take a seat near the communicator, beckoning all of you to take a seat as well. The Sullustan remains standing by the door, closing it. "Ifyou'llallowme?" Without waiting for an answer, Kellon speaks into the communications console. "Myapologiescommander. Thesepeopleareonmypayroll. Hardtokeeptrackyouknow?" The albino Rodian laughs. "I'llletyouknowifIfindtheonesyouseek."

Turning to face you again, Kellon smiles in his Rodian way, splaying his fingers so that you can clearly see what look like suction cups at the end of them. "Youseethistakeoverisessential. Changeisgoodyes? MyfriendsandIagreewiththisnewEmperor. Weseeneedfororderandpeace. Wewanttoenforcethisonplacessuchasthis. Ofcoursemanydisagree. Thisiswhereyoucomein. Ifinterestedtrulyyouare."


Just so as you know, Friendship lasts until the next hour or something changes it.
 

OOC: An hour, yep. Hopefully we'll be able to get Kellon to like us enough that when Friendship wears off he'll still be friendly. Or we'll be far, far away.

Felia sighs with relief on the inside as she sits down in the offered seat, smiling at the rodian.

"What can we do to help? A little more.. Order.. In places like this could go a long way."
 

Shadow:[sblock]Cognitive Processing
Datum: Mistress Dofina's pulse is 42.5 beats per minute.
Com-channel #8799615J: "...aaasooot! Abi sa sinkaast loocast vit'aaa fonus donus. Ganut!!!"
Execute Battle simulation 9238.1A (Mistress Dofina possessed but unarmed vs Ventress)
Processing.
Result: Mistress Dofina injured and disabled (52.6% vitality) DRK-1X 73.6% program failure.
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Felia Sardo "I hadn't realised that you called in the
troopers. Clever move. We'd been afraid of being associated with the hutt in the soldiers'
eyes. But if there's no risk of that then we don't need to run. We should still probably put
some distance between us and them, though- there's no reason to hang around a firefight.
Besides, we should discuss business. Since the hutt's plans are out the airlock, I'd like to
hear your plans for the area, and how we can be a part of them."
Execute Battle simulation 9237.8C (Mistress Dofina not psychically possessed vs Ventress)
Processing.
Result: Mistress Dofina fatally wounded. DRK-1X 58.3% structural damage, program failure.
Com-channel #9463284E: "...no jurisdiction in this system. This is hutt space. The hutt won't..."
Datum: Mistress Dofina's body temperature is 37º c.
Com-channel #2394870K: "01010111011001010100001010101101010100011010011"
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Kellon: "If you'll allow me? (Pause) My apologies
commander. These people are on my payroll. Hard to keep track you know? (laughs) I'll let
you know if I find the ones you seek. (pause) You see this take-over is essential. Change is
good yes? My friends and I agree with this new Emperor. We see need for order and peace.
We want to enforce this on places such as this. Of course many disagree. This is where you
come in. If interested truly you are."
Com-channel #9237864E: "Is this going to postpone the races today? I have a lot of credits..."
Datum: Mistress Dofina's respiration is 35 breaths per minute.
Com-channel #9385104A: "...out of there. Don't get caught in a turf war between the hutt..."
Heuristic Node: Alteration to target motion tracking sub-routine 12843.63
Processing.
Execute Battle simulation 9237.8D (Mistress Dofina not psychically possessed vs Ventress)
Processing.
Result: Mistress Dofina fatally wounded. DRK-1X 62.9% structural damage, program failure imminent.
Com-channel #9375194S: "...all over the sector. I've heard the hutt has cleared out on its..."
Com-channel #975215A: Voice ID Felia Sardo "What can we do to help? A little more...
order... in places like this could go a long way."


OOC: I haven't seen Stealth I'm afraid, though since it contains an AI I can imagine what you mean. The way a machine learns is usually to muscle its way through multiple simulations with sheer processing power. I imagine that's what they showed the AI in the movie doing. I try to have DRK-1X, being a paramilitary unit, behave similarly. It applies the same kind of learning behaviour for non-military applications as well; diplomacy, problem-solving, improvisation, etc... it's a good way to illustrate how it improves and gains levels over time. Which reminds me; did you want to wait to award xp for the fight with Ventress?
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DRK-1X:
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Going through possible scenarios in its spherical body, DRK-1X's sensors perk up when it hears a stir coming from Mistress Dofina. It is faint at first, but soon she is beginning to show signs of life, her heartrate rising, breathing in deeper and her eyes beginning to flutter. It seems Mistress Dofina is awakening.

There was a couple of things I wanted to accomplish before I handed out XP for this part of the story... One of which is looking back to remind myself how much I gave you after leaving Taris... :heh:
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Kellon leans back in his chair, smug in his belief that he has the upper hand. "Mostoftheworkisdone. Torrbawillbedeadsoon ifheisn'talready. Thatleaves only two others thatarein a position tokeep me in myplace." You find that as he speaks you begin unconsciously separating his words into proper Basic. "That Sith Woman, Asajj I think her name was. I don't trust her for a minute. The other..the other is that Nemoidian. Mistress Dofina."
 

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