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

[Pbartender]

Assadi steps up to the console and ups the level of the target progam by two degrees. He instructs one of his droids to select a weapon and initiate "test firing sequence Grek".

The droid picks up a standard blaster pistol from the nearby rack, and enters a firing stance. The droid waits for the signal to begin.

"The rules for this sequence are simple," Assadi instructs. "When the program starts, begin firing. When the program ends, stops. The computer will keep track of your scores, and the heighest wins.

"Are you ready?" he asks Vor'en.

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

"Are you ready?" he asks Vor'en.

Vor'en says nothing, but confidently assumes a firing stance. He is fully confident in his own abilities- he's not the best, be he's damn good. He fully expects to mop the floor with the droid, and if he doesn't, that will simply be an indication he needs to train a little harder.

 

[Rorworr]

"Sure, we can pick up a take-out, then go lose some credits." Rorworr grins, heading towards the dinner. "Although, if that system you and Bait figured out works, we could be millionaires by this evening!"

 

[Pbartender]

After a couple minutes dealing with a scrawny, pimpley-faced, teen-aged human behind the counter of Joh's Diner, Rorworr and Kelko walk out of the diner laden with several hefty sacks brimming with ground bantha on buns and deep-fried tubers.

 

[Arani Korden]

Arani watches Vor'en get into posiiton. "He's ready. Are your droids ready?"

She flashes Vor'en a confident smile and Inspires Confidence, giving the big guy a +2 morale bonus to saves and a +1 morale bonus to hit and damage. Go team.

 

[Rorworr]

Rorworr strolls down the main walkway of the skyhook, munching contentedly on his fast-food.

"So, where to now?" He asks Kelko, taking another bite from his burger. "There's bound to be plenty of casinos on a place with as many rich tourists as this."

 

[Kelko]

Kelko nodded, chewing on a couple of tubers. "Casinos," he states solemnly, "the refuge of the unlucky. And the home of garish lights... I suppose we have time enough to go lose a few credits. We can chalk it up to mingling with the locals, right?"

The rodian peers around intently for a suitable den of vice and inequity.

 

[Jack Haggerty]

"C" is for Cookie.
That's good enough for me.

 

[Pbartender]

At the target range...

Assadi runs the program, and a series of faintly glowing targets float before the two shooters. Each target appears just long enough for a single shot to fired, before vanishing. As the program intesifies, the targets become smaller and more agile, dissappearing more quickly as the contest continues. While blaster bolts blaze away, two dozen of the holographic targets flash by each of the shooters before the program ends.

The display reads the final tally:

VOR'EN KURN: 16 hits, 8 misses. 24 targets total.
ASP-7-N8: 12 hits, 12 misses. 24 targets total.


Vor'en has beaten the droid by a small, but respectable margin.

"Easy enough to beat a droid," the mercenary remarks.

~~~

Meanwhile, in the atrium...

With fresh supplies of protein and complex sugars to resupply the memory centers of their brains, both Rorworr and Kelko suddenly and simultaneously remember the host droid mentioning something about a 'Game Room' located within the levels that contain House Melantha's private hunting lodge.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cookies indeed, my friend. Cookies indeed....