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

[shadowbloodmoon]

The captain looks between the two of you and his driving. "Not sure about you two, but Mos Eisley isn't that far from here, and I know more than a few folks there that can help us out. I hope." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words. "If I know Sieb, he's already got the ship in the air and on its way here. But then, if I know Sieb, he's brought half the Imperial army with him. It'll be a fight, but with a little help, I'm sure we can handle it. Besides, it doesn't seem right that those other troopers just pulled out like that. They have to have something up their sleeves."

 

[Bobitron]

"Mos Eisley don't sound bad. A different spaceport should bring us some anonymity, at least."

Tal leans back in his seat, but his eyes are still scanning the horizon for threats and his rifle still points skyward.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

It takes some time, but eventually the trio crests the top of just one more sand dune in a line of many and they see it. Mos Eisley spaceport. While Entha was a large city, Mos Eisley is easily ten times its size. Though none of the buildings are very high, as they would be blown over by sandstorms, they are spread out in all directions.

Captain Haebes brings the speeder to a halt in front of one of the many buildings in the area. There are scores of people from all over the galaxy in the streets here, and the multitude of voices and languages is enough to give one a right proper headache. No one seems to notice or care about your arrival however, at least not yet.

The Captain points to the door of the building he's stopped in front of. "That there is a cantina. Best in Mos Eisley, if not all of Tatooine. I'm going to the spaceport, see if Sieb's arrived yet. Don't get into trouble."

With that, he gets out and starts walking away.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi watches the Captain go uneasily. He much preferred to be in the ship hitting atmo at the moment but such were the circumstances they found themselves in. Turning to Tal he shrugs. "Not sure I really want to but I suppose we should go into the cantina? Keep a low profile until we hear back from the Captain? Or do you have another idea?"

 

[Bobitron]

Tal shrugs. "Might as well. Never waste an opportunity to drink, I always say. Well, I've never said it, but I think it often enough." He grins wide at his friend as he makes his way through the door and toward the bar.

"Hoi! Two of the house special for us." He tries to speak low to avoid the attention of others. Once the barkeep is getting the drinks, he turns and leans back, taking in the cantina's inhabitants with casual looks. Leaning in to whisper to Femi, he warns of the dangers. "That one there knows how to fight. Good with a blade. This one with the purple hair? Twitchy, don't look him in the eyes. That one with the spiney head? Stoned out of his mind. His judgement'll be poor."

ooc: Look over the crowd and pick out whatever I can. Focus on avoiding those who might want trouble.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

A little too far in the description there Bobitron...

As the two of you enter the cantina, it is oddly quiet. Femi gets a feeling that something just isn't right and Tal is just as nervous, absently feeling that his blaster is still in place. You notice that the patrons are all huddled against one wall, except for the bartender, who is talking to an Imperial officer and three others that are being accosted by Imperial troops.

They all turn to look at the new arrivals...

Welcome Dire Lemming and Maddmic! I mean Bol and Kesler...

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kesler watches the reaction that these new arrivals have had on the Imperials with growing concern. He looks at Nuina, and says; "I've got a bad feeling about this." not even bothering to continue speaking in Huttese. He puts a hand on the Twi-Lek's shoulder, intending to shove her to the floor and then hit the dirt himself should weapons appear. If there's one skill he'd learned from being a doctor during the Clone War it was how to take cover.

OOC: You've got no idea how long I've been waiting to say that! Well unless your idea is "since I started playing", in which case you do! Yay, hello fellow meatbags!

Oh by the way, those three that are being accosted are Kesler, Bol, and Nuina right?

Also, what's up Maddmic?

 

[maddmic]

Bol stumbles as he's pushed away. Shaking his fur and looking puzzled at the trooper. "Heeeeey, I's tryin' ta move fer ya..." He begins to look around like he's trying to help them locate somebody. He then whispers (not so quietly) to the trooper who pushed him. Say, what's goin' on? Y'all lookin' fer somebody? Seems like real a important person fer there to be so many of ya." He then notices two people entering the cantina and senses that this could be his and the docs chance. He points and then yells. "HEY! There's a couple a people! I bet that's them! Y'all lookin' fer them?"

OOC:
Bluff again for the drunkin slurring of words and act. When whispering, he'll make sure to let the trooper smell the alcohol on his breath to try to get better effect.

New thread, new color. Didn't want to confuse w/ bobitron, so I'll change to yeller.

 

[Bobitron]

ooc: Sorry about the extra detail, sbm! Welcome, folks!

Tal can't help but to freeze in place as the Imperial eyes turn on them and the drunk points them out loudly. Damn. His eyes look across to Femi during the moment of indecision.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Without taking his eyes off the Imperials, Femi taps in to the energy of the force, hoping he isn't making a dire mistake. He calls up an image of two individuals who look much like he and Tal, but not so much that they appear to be the same people. They have surprised and fearful looks on their faces as they spot the Imperial troops. "Let's go!" one of them yells and the two fugitives dash out the front door of the cantina.

OOC: Illusion +5