The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds (cont.)

Arani Korden said:
Arani frowns at her scuffed boot. Then she pulls herself together, and drags Sia-Lan away.

"To the lounge! I think that's your best bet to find fruit."

Fruit?! Ah...FRUIT!

Sia-Lan waves to Vo'ren before she lets Arani drag her off. "Do you want some fruit, Vorrie? I'll get you some! Don't you worry!" With that off they went into the lounge. Immediately Sia scans the surroundings looking for food.

"So who's that guy out there who's got a bigger lightsaber up his tushie than our Vorrie?" the Jedi Padawan asks as she commences her search for good eats.

OOC: Muhaha..someone has a new nickname...
 

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In the firing range...

The domed firing range once again fades away, only to be replaced by an elegant city-scape. Vor'en and Saeed stand in the middle of a wide boulevard that stretches off in both directions between ornate buildings and gardens. In the distance, Vor'en can make out a harbored bay, and the shimmering of an ocean. Overhead, a monorailed tram rushes by on an elevated track.

To judge by the angle of the sun shining down, it would have to be high noon.

Saeed twirls a blaster pistol about the fore fingers of each of his hands, before nestling them into his low-slung hip holsters.

~~~

Over in the game room.

"I am afraid I am n-not p-programmed f-for r-recommendations, sir," Essee answers Rorworr mournfully, "n-nor am I equipped w-with the chemical r-receptors and analyzers r-required to approximate the b-biological sensation of t-taste."

"L-Lord Appolinari is an avid hunter, sir," the droid continues. "He often travels t-to the l-lodge f-for hunting t-trips on V-Vycinyth. M-many of the animals hunted on the p-planet are imported f-from m-many p-parts of the g-galaxy and r-released into the w-wilderness b-below."

The old man turns around and smiles jovially toward Kelko, "We're always eager to take the credits off of some young whipper-snapper, eh m'dear?"

"If you insist, Baron," the middle aged woman concurs demurely.

"There's a chip dispenser in the corner," the Baron informs Kelko, "if you would like to join in the next round."

Arani and Sia-Lan arrive just in time to see Rorworr trying to order a drink and Kelko about to join in on a game of trin sticks.
 

Sia-Lan Wezz said:
"So who's that guy out there who's got a bigger lightsaber up his tushie than our Vorrie?" the Jedi Padawan asks as she commences her search for good eats.

"Saeed Assadi, House Barnaba's hired gun for the Vor-Cal. He does seem pretty full of himself, doesn't he? But he may have the skill to back it up. We'll have to be on our toes."

Just before entering the lounge, Arani quietly adds, "Let me know if you sense anything . . . unusual from the other attendees, would you? If one of them is secretly a Sith Lord, I'd like to know about it."

Upon entering the lounge, Arani aims a friendly nod each at Rory and Kel.
 

Vor'en, extremely pleased Assadi made no comment on Sia's parting words, shifts his blaster rifle to a one-handed grip and looks around the rather idyllic scene. He mentally calculates how he would go about running a guerilla campaign in the area.

Monorail's vulnerable to attack. Proboably a lot of underground infastructure, nothing's here on the surface. Tunnels too much to hope for? He never takes too much attention off his surroundings, however... or Assadi.
 

Kelko takes the elderly gentleman's advice and collects a sizeable amount of chips from the dispenser. Acknowledging the entrance of Arani and Sia-Lan with a friendly Rodian "smile", he heads back to the table, dropping his chips in a noisy heap before him as he drew up his seat.

Again he sized up the older man as he waited to be dealt in. "Baron Baggley, I presume? And you must be Miss Prokofiev," he addresses the lady. "I'm Kelko the Rodian, a hunter with House Cadriaan."
 

"That's fair enough. You'd have a problem finding something drinkable for every species, anyway." Rorworr scans down the drinks list as he speaks.

"So, imports, eh? No guarantees of what we'll be going after. Sounds exciting." He looks up to see Arani and Sia entering the room. He waves to the two humans.

"'Rani! Sia! Can I buy you two a drink?"
 

Arani Korden said:
Just before entering the lounge, Arani quietly adds, "Let me know if you sense anything . . . unusual from the other attendees, would you? If one of them is secretly a Sith Lord, I'd like to know about it."

"Sure thing, Arani. Though I think Sen would be better at it than I am."

Rorworr said:
He looks up to see Arani and Sia entering the room. He waves to the two humans.

"'Rani! Sia! Can I buy you two a drink?"

"Rory!" The Jedi padawan bounded over to her wookie friend. "No drinks, but do you have access to any delicious food?" Patting her tummy, she grinned at him. "I've been running on empty for too long, me thinks."
 

At the firing range...

Two figures appear at each end of the street, both about twenty meters away. They are elegantly dressed, in he manner common to minor Tapani sector nobles and saber-rakes. They each draw elaborately designed pistols, and stand at the ready with near perfect poise.

Vor'en notices Saeed take up a gunslinger's stance, hands hovering millimeters from the butts of his holstered pistols.

[Any particular plan, Vor'en?]

~~~

Over in the game room...

"Indeed we are," the Baron greets Kelko, "And these poor fellows are students of Dr. Ae-Sook." He gestures to the younger humanoids seated at the table. "I'm afraid you will have to wait a moment while Olge and I clean these upstart out of they're remaining credits."

Trin sticks is a curious game, and not quite like any other card game the galaxy at large plays. The 'sticks' are more like long, narrow tiles, than actual playing cards. Each tile is printed or engraved on one side with three sets of dots, each pertaining to a numerical value. Each player is dealt a number of tiles face down, and they take turns laying them out in the playing area. The tile laid down, must have one of its three sets of dots touching a tile with dots of equal value that has already been laid on the table. If a player does not have a tile with a value equal to one available on the table, he must draw new tiles from the reamining undealt tiles, until he can find one that matches. Consequently, very complex windings and branchings can take place during the course of a game. Once someone lays down their last remaining tile, the game ends. If the players are wagering, the amount payed out to the winner is determined by the remaining values of the tiles of the losers.

[In other words, it plays very similar to dominoes, but with three numbers on each tile, instead of two.]

"If you w-wish, I c-can p-place an order w-with the k-kitchen, M-m'dame," Essee Tufore offers Sia-Lan, "I am certain they w-would only b-be t-too happy to d-deliver a l-light l-luncheon."
 


"M-my p-programming includes r-recipes for over f-fifteen th-thousand cocktails p-popular th-throughout the known galaxy," the familiar droid replies almost proudly.
 

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