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

[Pbartender]

Up in the target range...

"Funny. I head you were a professional hunter."

"Oh, I am," Assadi replies off-handedly as he inspects and holsters a second blaster pistol on his opposite hip. "I just don't hunt animals often."

~~~

Over in the game room...

Essee Tufore, the silvery servant droid that had led you to your rooms earlier appears behind the bar. "M-may I m-mix you a drink, sir?" the droid asks Rorworr, "M-my p-programming includes r-recipes for over f-fifteen th-thousand cocktails p-popular th-throughout the known galaxy."

On the other side of the room, Kelko approaches an old man, a middle aged woman, and handful of others who couldn't be much older than himself. They are all sitting around a table playing what appear to be a friendly game fo trin sticks.

 

[Arani Korden]

"Sia. No. Go back next to Ariani."

Aaand that's my cue.

"Sia, I think we'd better check on the others. And maybe we can find something to eat, as well. Fruit!"

 

[Kelko]

"Nah, I'm good," the Rodian replies to Rorworr as he gets a better look at what's happening on the other side of the room. "Well, as good as I ever get, at any rate."

He steps in behind the others, making sure he gets a good look at each of the players and tries to gauge their social station and playing skills. He's hoping to get in on this game, but wants to make sure he's got a reasonable handle on the personalities present. Of course, he could never turn down a good game of trin sticks.

 

[Pbartender]

Up in the target range...

Vor'en finally settles on a scenario entitled 'Procopian Duel'. It appears to be an personal combat scenario in an urban setting in which humanoid targets return simulated fire.

~~~

Over in the game room...

Recalling Arani's synopsis from the datapad Deel had given her, Kelko gains a vague idea of most of the players. The tall, slim woman is intent upon the game, apparently takking the far more seriously than she should, under the circumstances, but playing brilliantly. She must the one from the Tapani Starship Cooperative. The old man is playing well, but carelessly, evidently far more interested in genially relating his experiences of a half century past, than the game itself. Kelko recognizes his as the Baron from House Reena. The rest are probably just students that tagged along with the Professor from Mrlsst, or young lackeys of one of the other nobles. Either way, only a few of them are barely holding their own against the woman and the old man, and the rest are doing much worse.

 

[Pbartender]

Aaand that's my cue.

"Sia, I think we'd better check on the others. And maybe we can find something to eat, as well. Fruit!"

Arani and Sia-Lan BUMP into a housecleaning droid as they exit the firing range.

 

[Pbartender]

Echo... Echo... Echo...

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

Arani and Sia-Lan BUMP into a housecleaning droid as they exit the firing range.

Vor'en wordlessly starts the simulation, checking his rifle for charge once more.

 

[Arani Korden]

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."

She looks around for a moment.

"You know, this place must be bigger than it seems. Most of the team have vanished into thin air. Hmm."

And with that, she heads loungeward.

 

[Rorworr]

"Sure, What would you recommend?" Rorworr smiles at the bartender droid. "Something mild, though. I'm not looking for a Tatooine Sunburn this early in the day."

He turns back to look at the trophy wall. "So, any of those recent additions? Looks like there are some impressive creatures to be hunted in these parts."

 

[Kelko]

Kelko waits until they finish a few hands before he steps up, his snout curling into what passed as a Rodian smirk. "Mind if I join in?" he asks cordially, directing the question at the Baron. "It's been a while since I've played a game of trin sticks, and from the look of it I can get a bit of a challenge while I'm at it." The Rodian moves to a seat, placing his hands against the back of a free chair as he awaits a response.