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

[shadowbloodmoon]

I should apologize for the delay as well, but since the four of you are in the same room now, I'll keep an eye on the roleplay action as begun by the good doctor until its time for the next step....

Nuina smiles at each of you, her two head tails twitching as she speaks. "I suppose I should thank all of you as well. If it weren't for you, we probabaly wouldn't have made it out of there." She notices Tal's wound. "I'm so sorry...

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: My computer won't start, so until I can fix it I don't have access to any of my up to date character sheets.

Well in order to maintain continuity...

Kesler opens the door and finds Bol and two others standing on the other side. The human looks vaguely familiar while he clearly remembers the Cerean as the one who seemed to think he was a Jedi. "Uh- Well I'm glad I didn't have to find you. So do you two have a ship?" He quickly ushers them inside and once again locks the door.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal shrugs away the concern and acknowledges the man's rather blunt question with a couple of his own. "Not that I don't appreciate anyone looking to pass under the nose of the Imperials, but what's it to you? And what's going on here? You bastards are the ones who got us into this mess in the first place," he reminds the strangers.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kesler frowns at the man's acusations, and the fact that he's clearly avoided the question. "So you don't have a ship..." However he has been reminded of who started the fight in the first place. "And what kind of nerf brained idea was going through your head, enraging that wookie! We could have been killed, some poor sods were. Are you insane, or just an idiot?! Just- what- what were you thinking?!" He stops and sits down, realizing that he has again entered into an enraged rant towards the Bothan.

 

[maddmic]

Bol almost rolls his eyes at the docs question. "Great way to be forward.'

He's about to respond when the doc begins on him. "This guy's got to calm down. No wonder he's stuck here. Nobody can put up with the poor guy long enough to get off planet.'

He turns to Tal and clears his throat. "Funny how you put that. We're the ones who started it. Perhaps your forgetting that without me, the Imps would've been the one to finish it. Besides, if I remember correctly that officer seemed to think that your friend is some sort of Jedi. Even if he's not, that kind of talk will get you and your friend there in a lot of trouble. If you ask me, I think you guys happened to come into the wrong bar at the wrong time. Thankfully I was there to help you guys get out of a jam."

He throws a glance at the doctor who, once again is sitting and looking bewildered. "As for the wookie thing, it had to be done. How was I supposed to know who they were after? You're off flirting with the dancers and I'm left holding a drink, while talking to some midget and wondering why in the galaxy some thug tried to take me out."

Turning back to the two newcomers, the Bothan continues. "Anyway, I understand if you're upset that I pulled your hides out of the fire. Hey, no skin off my back. Although I'll now be looked for by quite a few hunters in this sector. If you want to take off and leave the docs place because you're ungrateful that I brought you here, that's fine. I just figured that the doc here could patch you up and then perhaps gentlemen like yourselves would have contacts with a ship somehow. Perhaps then we could have worked out payment for the docs services and you could at least give him a ride off this rock."

He moves to the door and places his hand near the lock mechanism to open it up. "I'll tell you one thing though, those Imps are coming and I wasn't the only one who was shooting in that place. Fact is I didn't even pull my blaster first. But hey, what can I do? Sithspit, I've probably done too much already."

Finally comprehending that one of the girls has thanked him for getting them out of there safe, he quickly smiles. "No problem hon. It's what I do best. Get out of situations."

OOC:
I decided to tone the yellow down a bit. I'll use bold from now on to denote yelling.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi regards the strangers with an impassive look, listening to the exchange between Tal and the Bothan and wincing when the Bothan mentions the word Jedi. He was still trying to get used to the idea that he needed to cover up his true identity and abilities. So much had happened in such a short time, he was having trouble sorting everything out.

Turning to Tal, he says, "We should try to find Haebes. He may be having difficulties of his own."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kesler finally stands up again, rubbing his eyes. He looks at Bol and it's clear that he's calmed down quite a bit from before. "I'm... sorry about that. I mean... well... this is Nuina," He says, indicating the tan skinned Twi-Lek that Bol has just spoken to; "She- well her and uh, the others, were sold into slavery, to some Twi-Lek gangster named Fortuna. It was because of that commotion you caused back there that they were able to escape, but uh, well, it's just one more reason to get off this dustball I guess." he turns to the newcomers, "Well, since we're here: I'm Kesler Murada, are either of you injured?"

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

OOC: Please continue, I just wanted to remind you that I've posted the XP in the OOC thread.

The other dancers with Kesler remain quiet as they are mentioned, the only sign that they are there being that the one introduced as Nuina attempts a furtive smile.

 

[maddmic]

Bol was ready to open the door for the guest who were ungrateful for his help, when he heard what Femi said.

"Haebes? As in the captain that the imps were looking for? Yeah, I guess you guys do know a captain. Hmmmm." He seems to be thinking on that when the doc speaks up. Once he's spoken, Bol's jaw nearly hits the floor. "Slaves? You did say slaves, right? Cause it's not enough to that the imperial army after us, so we had better add some slave owner to the list. Unbelievable. I would suppose that it is now imperative that we get out of here. Fortuna, where do I know that name from?"

OOC:
Could I use Knowledge- Streetwise in order to try to remember anything about Fortuna? If so, then: Knowledge- Streetwise* +3 (1 rank, +2 Int)

 

[Bobitron]

Tal turns to Bol, his face a scowl. "Don't you worry 'bout what he said."

"Let's get outta here. If Haebes is willing to get you people off this rock, fine. But it's going to cost you. And more than leading us down some alley into a door. I had those imperials held off just fine without you, and I'll do the same again!" His head suddenly goes a bit woozy from the loss of blood and he sways to the side, reaching out for a chair, his treasured rifle clattering to the floor.

"Damn it."