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

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
[sblock]
Dofina tentatively reaches out to brace herself against your floating frame. Her control of her legs slowly returns as she stands, slowly raising her hands to her eyes. She rubs them and blinks, attempting to return sight to herself. It is a while before she is able to focus at you directly. It isn't much longer after that that she notices the still form of Asajj Ventress lying not too far from her. "X? Did you...kill...her? Is she...dead?" Not much more time after that, Tal's inquiry comes through the comlink.
[/sblock]

Kellon nods as if thinking about Femi's response. "It is apparent you are new to how our part of the galaxy works. You see, when I say Dofina controls the shipping, she controls it. The only reason she did not challenge Torrba for power is because she didn't want it. She knew she could cripple his activities at any time by saying the right words to the right people. But she didn't. I on the other hand know that I need to have not only Torrba's local power but also control of that shipping to keep this operation in business." The Sullustan interrupts Kellon by whispering something into his ear. After he does so, Kellon seems to act nervous about something. If you listen enough, the Force Sensitives can almost hear a name on his mind..."...Four..."

Kellon stands and decides to help your decisions along. "Listen, as much I like to banter about the deaths of my enemies, talking doesn't kill. Blasters do. So, you're in either in or...you're not." This last word is said with a certain finality.

 

[Ambrus]

Shadow:[sblock]Floating back up to head level next to Dofina, DRK-1X turns to watch the nemoidian rub her eyes and blink. "Report: Yes Mistress. Once you'd telekinetically stolen one of her lightsabers and engaged her in melee I was able to disable her with a stunning blast. She collapsed as did you a few seconds later. She unfortunately remained a serious threat to your safety since she would recover from the stun in less than 30 seconds. I concluded that she would have to be terminated to ensure your continued safety. Three energy blasts successfully ruptured her carotid artery. She expired roughly 17 minutes ago. The male twi'lek likewise expired when you collapsed. Inquiry: Did I act inappropriately Mistress?"

The diminutive probe droid waits for Dofina's answer before continuing. Statement: Mistress, During the confrontation you displayed a previously unknown telekinetic ability as well as proficiency with a lightsaber, melee skill, aggressiveness and patterns of speech that were uncharacteristic for you. My conclusion was that you had been psychically possessed by the dying Jedi Master. For that reason I feel that it would be wise for me to confirm your identity. Request: Could you please state you Arakyd Industries user-identification code?

OOC: I hope that last part makes sense to you. I figure that the various droid companies, especially those that produce paramilitary units require their customers to register their droids much like modern software or firearm manufacturers do.
[/sblock]*Static*

 

[Kemrain]

Felia glances back at Tal for a moment, worriedly, before looking back at the white rodian intensely.

"We can help you. We will help you. All that's still in the air is what you need done, and how well it pays." She lets that sink in for a brief moment before going on. "I'm a negotiator, and they are here for support," she says looking at Femi, "And protection," she says, glancing back at Tal. Bringing her gaze back to Kellon, she continues, "We're not assassins, but we're interested in how else we can be of assistance to you. I'm personally interested in seeing the new order you have in mind for this place."

While it doesn't show in the cool confidence of her face, in her mind Felia is full of anxiety and worry. Kellon's nervousness is frightening, and she hopes that he is still too disorganized to discover their transmissions. A new face would be a wonderful idea, but she doesn't want to abandon Femi and Tal.

As long as they get out of there alive she knows that she can be safe. She can't promise as much for her associates. No one here has seen Tal's face, and Femi could be disguised, but... She needs to get them someplace private first.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
[sblock]
Dofina listens, simply shaking her head when you query your actions on her. She is somewhat taken aback when you ask her to clarify her ownership to you. "X! I oughta have you dismantled for that! Asking me for that stupid number. I'm me!" Slight pause. "I think."

She frowns in thought. "I didn't buy you directly from Arakyd you know. You're kind of third-hand, X. Now let me try to remember that stupid code or whatever."
[/sblock]

Kellon is slightly confused for a tiny moment before he continues. The Sullustan next to him seems antsy. "So you're telling me that you're willing to work for me, for a price of course, but you're not willing to do a simple task. Am I right?" You're not sure, but you could swear some color appears in Kellon's cheeks. Even if his physiology doesn't show it, the Force certainly does, Kellon is frustrated and it's turning to anger.

He stands, his hands becoming fists at his side. "If you can't kill her, I'll find someone who can. Now get out before I decide you're a threat!" His growing anger is emphasized by his finger pointing to the door. Quickly turning to the Sullustan, who in turn noticeably cringes, he seethes. "Escort our friends outside."

When the Sullustan hesitates, Kellon screams. "NOW!"

 

[Ambrus]

Shadow:[sblock]Incapable of facial expressions or even of modulating its primitive vocabulator to sound distressed, DRK-1X sinks down a few dozen centimeters and tilts forward 15%. Facing Dofina's waist, the diminutive probe droid continues to speak in its emotionless whisper; "Statement: My profound apologies Mistress, I do not wish to upset you. I am aware that you did not purchase me first hand but, if you'll recall, the Intergalactic Banking Clan auctioneer who finalized my transference of ownership did give you my Arakyd Industries user-ID code. That user-ID is used by program to identify my proper owner in cases where her identity is difficult or otherwise impossible to determine conclusively. When I was handed over you recited that code so that I would henceforth acknowledge you as my Mistress. My heuristic processor has unfortunately judged that a case of psychic possession is a sufficient reason to make identifying you conclusively necessary at this time." The droid pauses for a moment before continuing slowly; "Statement: Once you properly recite my A.I. user-ID number I will dismantle myself if you wish."[/sblock]*Static*

 

[Bobitron]

Tal steps up to the table, his arm reaching out to collect his rifle. He shifts his position to make sure he stands between Felia and the potential hostiles. "Hey, calm down and listen to what the lady has to say! What kind of negotiator are you?" His voice is flat and firm. "I'm sure we can work something out, but not if you aren't even willing to talk with the lady."

ooc: Not grabbing the rifle in a threatening manner, just picking it up.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
[sblock]
"No need for that, X. I just... I don't know. I barely know what's going on out there, but I don't want to send you outside just yet because... Nevermind. That number you wanted." She pauses for a moment. You can make out her mouth parts moving to voice the alphanumeric code before she actually adds her voice to it. "Alpha Two-Four Zed Echo Echo One Nine Seven Eight Xenon. Countess Dofina Hitruna Marcon, Meloon City, Cato Nemoidia." She seems relieved that she was able to remember all that. She then gives what you interpret to be a 'Well?' look.
[/sblock]

The albino ignores Tal's protests by showing Tal his back as he leaves through the door. The Sullustan looks at all of you and shrugs, unsure of the wisdom of staying in there alone with the three of you. "Come on," he says, ushering you out.

 

[Ambrus]

Shadow:[sblock]DRK-1X slowly rises until it is once again at Dofina's head level before leveling out. "Statement of confirmation: Code acknowledged. Statement of gratitude: Thank you for not instructing me to dismantle myself Mistress. You are most gracious to excuse my impertinence. Declaration of pleasure: May I say Mistress that I am pleased that you were not permanently damaged by your unfortunate psychic experience. Complimentary Statement: May I also offer you my congratulations for once again having outlived your enemies Mistress." The diminutive probe droid rotates horizontally 22º to indicate the two bodies in the room before turning back to Dofina.

"Report: Concerning what is happening outside, I have accumulated some new information which you may find useful to know at this time. They includes the circumstances by which the Imperial agents learnt of the Jedi Master's presence here, the current whereabouts and activities of the three refugees, a newly identified enemy of yours, a possible escape route from this complex, a newfound conspiracy against Torrba the Serene and an inventory of some newly acquired equipment and resources at your disposal. Inquiry: What, if anything, would you wish to know more about Mistress?"[/sblock]*Static*

 

[Kemrain]

Felia nods to the sullustan, giving a sideways glance at Tal with a worried look.

"He'll come around. Not wanting to kill anyone is reasonable," she states, as much to herself as to anyone. "Or, he'll try to kill us," she adds, quietly.

Felia gestures for her companions to follow, stepping out the door, her tensed stance showing that she's expecting to have to fight or flee on a moment's notice.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi follows Tal and Felia from the room, trying to keep his mind and body in a relaxed state, arms hanging loosely at his sides. He exerts all of his willpower to keep nervousness at bay, knowing that if push came to shove, he'd need to be in control in order to survive.