"Shopping?" Klulvae cocked his head in a flash, staring down Son. "I'd definitely go shopping. And suit-picking?!" His voice wavered a bit from the excitement as his eyes went a little watery. "Nothing else could make me happier right now. Let's go do that bit instead."
Rem promises Son he'll think about it and let Son know his answer before the meet tomorrow. The crew makes their way out into the landing bay where they find BC waiting on them. Each crew member has various things they want to accomplish so Rem tells them that any of them who want to meet him at the Jekk'Jekk Toor (which is apparently a sister establishment to the Jekk'Jekk Tarr on Nal Shadar) can do so in 3 hours. Additionally he reminds them not to forget their rebreathers, then with a wink he strolls out into the the bright mid-day sunshine of Hanna City.
Ooc: You guys who want to go shopping or whatever else let me know either here or on discord what you want to find/buy/do and we'll see what happens! happy hunting! On Wednesday I'll put up the post for those who are going to the seedy bar with Rem (that way everyone gets a chance to get their mercantile on.)
Ryyhwacca went to buy new power cells for his bowcaster to replace the ones he used in the past months. Then he walks the market looking for a place to sharpen his ryyk blades. There was a little bit of argument with the owner, because he insisted in doing himself and the owner was anxious to let the big wookie touching his equipment, but in the end, and after a couple of reminders about how fragile looks his arms sockets, Ryyhwacca was able to polish his blades.
Then he went to the Jekk'Jekk Toor and waits for the others to come.
[OOC: Nothing fancy just to add some flavour to our beloved wookiee]
Son leads the way to a tailor. Once inside the shop he strides confidently up to the gotal proprietor exchanges some hurried words with him to which there is a lot of vigorous nodding and then the shorter alien walks up to Klulvae and begins to take his measurements. As he works Son informs the others with him that the tailor has agreed to a discounted price of 20 credits for each suit. As the tailor measures Klulvae inquires about some matching slippers with augmented abilities. The tailor shakes his head and informs Klulvae "Don't do shoes. Don't cary tech augmented stuff either."
After all the measurements are finished the gotal tailor takes Rem's measurements from Son and then he makes some notes before looking up "Alright then boys, since I'm just doing alterations from off the rack garments, I should be able to have these ready for you in the morning." As you all turn to go the shopkeeper calls out after you. "For those augmented slippers you might want to try Tace's High-Tech Fashions over in the edge of the Wright's District near the ports. Tell him Har Ga'arv sent you, and maybe he won't rip you off too badly." The gotal shrugs and then turns from the counter and walks toward the back of the shop as you all leave. "Now to see if the line I got on this weapons dealer checks out..." Son says as they head for their next destination.
The crew who have elected to join in on this hoping extravaganza end up in a back room of a old building in the middle of a large open air market, with a fairly shady looking sulustan wetly mumbling about his various wares. He shows Son his selection of hold-out blasters, half a dozen or so fairly run of the mill affairs that all seem to come in around the 20 credit range. "Bwut ifth you're lookin fur swumthin a bwit more... impwesive..." he lisps. "I awso have these." He gives Son a wink as pulls out a smallish case, pops it open, and then spins it around for viewing. Inside are a pair of twin Gungis & Xanthax holdout blasters with mother of pearl grips and gold filagreed inlay. "Custom jobs. Heawily mowded. Light as a feathwer. Impwoved accuwacy and packing a punch thats shuw to swupwise." He smiles knowingly at Son. "1500 Fwirm." The sulustan says as he shuts the case.
Ooc: any one who wants to buy weapons who's on the shopping expedition, let me know here or on discord what you want to buy for the sake of advancement I'm going to Jump the narrative forward to the next local on the excursion.
As the group leaves the market Son says "I'm not sure were gona be able to go see this guy Tace Klulvae," as he pulls up the map. "Lets see, how do we get to this place Rem wants us to go... Wait a sec. Alright Klulvae you're in luck; this Tace guy's shop is actually on the way. So as long as you don't take forever in there we should be good."
"Welcome to Tace's High-Tech Fashions!" a booming baritone voice greets the group as they walk in. As the (partial) party makes it's way into the space they can see a devaronian sitting behind the counter smiling wolfishly at them. "What can I do for you gentlemen today?" Klulvae explains what he's looking for to the grinning shopkeep. "why certainly I've something that fits that description my insectoid looking friend!" The devaronian leads him over to an area that seems to be dominated by foot-ware of many varieties. "Now I have suppliers that come from all walks of life across the galaxy. So of course most of my merchandise is a step ahead of what's available for common consumption, but I believe you'll find these beauties will fit your needs and if we're lucky they may also fit your feet." He gives Klulvae a wink and produces a pair of green satin slippers with long curling toes resembling something out of the arabian nights. "And since you are a friend of that sheepish old silk trader Har Ga'arv, I'll give you a special discount my friend, I will let you have these magnificent one of a kind shoes for just 500 credits." He flashes the group another wolfish grin. "What do you say?"
After Tace's High-Tech Fashions the party rushes to meet up with Rem and the others at the Jekk'Jekk Toor.
Outside the Jekk'Jekk Toor Ryyhwaaca having been there for over an hour and a half has seen surprisingly little activity perhaps only a half dozen patrons in total have either come or left the establishment since he's been watching. He's seen 4 Trandoshans with some sort of large container enter about 45 min ago and a couple of odd other patrons leave during his time spent outside the Jekk'Jekk Toor. Rem Arrives about 15 minutes early and Ryyhwaaca tries to communicate this to him, but Rem just smiles and nods at the wookie "Uh huh. Oh. Sure buddy whatever you like." Rem says to the wookie but the timing of his responses makes it clear to the wookie that Rem still hasn't gotten a grasp on Shyriiwook. Ryyhwaaca sighs and shakes his head in mild disbelief. "hurrac aoacahc rrhuro..." he growls to himself. Shortly the rest of the party comes walking up there street.
Once everyone is masked up and ready you all enter the Jekk'Jekk Toor. The interior is dimly illuminated in red, and rather sparsely populated. There seem to be only about a dozen or so patrons and staff in total, the overwhelming majority of which are trandoshan with a few celegians thrown in for good measure. there are a few other aliens there that are not easily recognized due to being encased in atmospheric apparatuses of various sorts.
While he hated the color clash of his dark brown clothes, purple cloak, and bright green shoes, he made a note to pick up some dye and purchased the shoes with a satisfied smile on his face after testing the shoes out on the walls.
Walking into Jekk'Jekk Toor, Klulvae immediately sensed the seedy nature of the establishment. There were only a handful of people there... in fact, his crew seemed to nearly double the number of occupants at the establishment. But, this is the life that he had signed up for, and he needed to see everything it had to offer. Addressing their group, he asks, "So.... who is it we're looking for exactly?" He gets the best layout he can, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through the mask to try and sense the area for Force-sensitives and any Force anomalies.
OOC: Natural 20 [25] on Force check. 21 on Perception check.
Klulvae stretches out with his feelings allowing his senses to flow out into the force. Around him he can sense several entities who seem to have strong connections to the force. There are three celegians in the room, and these three beings glow brightly in Klulvae's mind due to their natural telekinetic abilities, additionally Klulvae suddenly realizes that Son standing aways off to his right has a shocking potential with the force, though he's never noticed it before Son now seems very clearly to be rather strong with the force.
Rem steps over to the bar has a few words with the trandoshan behind the counter the lizard points a claw across the room. Rem tosses him a cred stick and then saunters over to the table indicated by the trandoshan barkeep. Around it are some creature in enviro-suit armor, a trandoshan, and a celegian. At first they don't acknowledge Rem's presence, but then after a few moments Rem says something, they respond, and he sits down with the alien, the lizard, and the floating brain.
Ryyhwacca lends on the bar and ask for a drink, gives the credits to the bartender and he keeps an eye on his companions while taking his drink... casually.
Any of you who move close enough to eavesdrop or find a place with fair line of sight to the table to overhear/observe Rem's conversation with the three figures at the corner table in the back can overhear/observe the following interaction:
As Rem sits down at the table with the three creatures things begin a bit tense, but Rem maintains a cool confidence throwing out a bit of news from the outer rim and cracking a couple of cool well timed quips. Despite his easy nonchalance and even bearing the creatures at the table seem to be a bit reticent to speak with him. But after several minutes of small talk Rem finally gets them to open up a bit with a careful application of his winning Durese charm. Through the small talk and banter Rem gets around to asking them if they know of a vessel by the name of Grix's Folly. When he mentions this name the other people at the table grow suddenly more wary. "Why you are assssking about thisss sship ssmooth sskin?!" the trandoshan asks suspiciously. "Well Chubba, you could say I owe the captain some credits and want to pay him back, but that is a lot of Bantha waste. The fool got a job I was wanting and now I want to collect the pay he received in my place. ...and mind you, my employer, the Exchange, doesn't like having jobs stolen from them." The celegain's tentacles gesticulate as it's brain pulsates slightly, the being in the enviro armor nods, and the trandoshan listens as he eyes Rem wearily. "arre you insssinuating that The Exxxxschange is looking to go to war with Black Ssssun?!" the trandoshan asks in a hushed voice that seems equal parts surprised and incredulous.
Though Aevar had gone with the group who had gone shopping, he chose not to purchase anything, preferring to wait outside the stores, getting to know the city and its backstreets and back-alleys.
When the group arrives at the Jekk'Jekk Toor, Aevar puts on his mask and looks around for a minute or two before moving over to near Rem.
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No wars Chubba! The Exchange values its standing agreement with the Black Sun. There is enough space for both companies, we are sure it was a stupid rogue agent trying to get an extra and didn't even tried to check if the job already was assigned. I just want to make things right by my company, myself and solve this thing before the Companies escalate this situation. My only intend is to see everyone happy and get my payment.
That is partially true. Rem doesn't want to create an incident between the Companies, and wants to get money, the only lie is about the job being his before.
The celegian's brain pulsates again slightly as it's tentacles quiver; The trandoshan makes a dismissive gesture with it's large clawed hand. "Well Duros, As long as there's no war..." It's hard to miss the irony in the enviro-armored creature's voice even through the vocoder's modulation. The pause that follows makes everyone listening start to get a little nervous, some possibly even get the feeling that maybe they aren't going for it. Finally the trandoshan fills the fraught silence, "Warss are bad for bushinessss." His cold reptilian eyes look Rem up and down. "Frankly it'sss a bit ssssurprissing that you don't already know the anssswer to thisss queshtion. Grix's Folly belongsssh to Menuk Ak-Baldur." The trandoshan stops waiting for a reaction, when Rem doesn't seem impressed by this fact. There are looks and other subtle nonverbal communications exchanged among the three. "Well Duros, you are either as wet-behind-the-ears a spacer as I have ever seen or you and your friends are complete fools. Menuk Ak-Baldur is probably Black Sun's most feared assassin in addition to being a trusted left tenant to Shiv Sata, and just in case you are too green or too uninformed to know who that is, she is a member of the Black Sun's ruling council." The contempt is clear in spite of the garbling of the creature-inside's voice by the enviro-armor's vocoder. Both the creature in the enviro-armor and the trandoshan look between them as the celegian's tentacles gesticulate and quiver. "Yesss Moogooran I agree," the trandoshan hisses his reply to the floating brain in a low voice.
As if his words were lost within the smoky atmosphere, Klulvae sighs and makes his way towards a vacant corner of the room. He wanted to have a good vantage point, should anything go south. Rem-Jas seemed to be handling the conversation pretty well, but he paid special attention to them as he kept watch, reading body language for any threatening actions.
Son went up to the bar and ordered an umbrella drink, making sure to keep a distance from his captain while also being close enough to listen to what was discussed. And what he heard he didn't like. That last thing the crew needed was to get on the bad side of some Black Sun Hyper-assassin.
Son sighed and raised his drink to his mask, 'But I'm sure Rem knows what he's doing. He's almost as good at talking his way out of things as me.' His thoughts were interrupted as the straw of his drink missed the drinking hole attached to his mask. As the straw bumped off the mask and slowly slid around the rim of the cup. He looked down at the blue-grey beverage and for whatever reason he caught himself thinking of home.
'Can't even get a drink normally away from Dorin, it might be nice to go back f- Where did that come from?' Son shook his head and set the drink off to the side, refocusing his attention on his Captain.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"I also agree with Moogooran and Barisk, 'Chubba', it's time you and your friends were leaving. Whether it's your inexperience or stupidity, doesn't really matter, you're starting to give us a bad feeling and we'd like you to leave." The alien in the enviro-armor announces rather curtly and loud enough for all of you to hear even if you hadn't been eaves dropping. As he is saying this all other conversation dies down and the other patrons who had been watching covertly before are now openly staring at all of you.
The sudden change in tone of the conversation put Klulvae on edge within. On the outside, he remained calm, not wanting to escalate the situation with any sudden movements, but his whole attention was drawn to how the captain would respond to the "invitation" to leave.
"Take the offer, Rem-Jas." he thought to himself. "The fight won't be worth it."
It was at this moment that Tsussel had closed the cover of his bounty hunter book. He had been lost in the adventure and was basically on auto pilot until he got here. "Wait, what job are we talking about?."
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
"They seem to be discussing intelligence related to our last job on Yavin 4." BC-09 HK-0037 states at a normal and rather unsubtle volume. He continues on, "Bravo has been attempting to gather further intelligence about Black Sun from those three organics;" the battle droid points to the corner table. "However it seems his tactics may have aroused some suspicion as the disposition of the unit in the controlled environment armor has shifted toward hostile." The droid then continues at the same easily-overheard-from-any-where-in-the-small-bar volume. "Although we have not yet carried out the proposed upgrades to this unit's offensive systems, this unit is ready to execute elimination protocols on all units not bearing 'crewmember' designations." Several of the patrons shift uncomfortably, and the careful observer will note a few hands sliding under tables as the atmosphere grows noticeably more tense thanks to the robot's total lack of subtly. Though "Echo" hasn't deployed anything yet, Tsu can hear the low hum of BC's weapons systems coming online.
"Roowwwhlf " says the wookie to one particulary nervous devaronian who moved his hands towards his blaster too quickly.
It doesn't matter if he understands sryywook or not, the devaronian understood the wookie and more calmly put his hands back to the table.
" I am sure that no one in the room not designated as "crewmember" would need to be under the elimitaion protocols BC. We are just leaving, don't we Rem?" Says the wookiee in a calm voice, but with his hand next to the hint of one of his blades.
It seemed to Tsussel that he would have to do something about a voice dampener or maybe a whisper system for BC. "No no no! We don't need any of that right now BC. Just stay alert, we can just move ourselves out of the once Rem is done talking. We don't want any trouble while we are here." The last bit he made sure to say as loudly as BC had been talking so that everyone had heard him.
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PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
"Shopping?" Klulvae cocked his head in a flash, staring down Son. "I'd definitely go shopping. And suit-picking?!" His voice wavered a bit from the excitement as his eyes went a little watery. "Nothing else could make me happier right now. Let's go do that bit instead."
Rem promises Son he'll think about it and let Son know his answer before the meet tomorrow. The crew makes their way out into the landing bay where they find BC waiting on them. Each crew member has various things they want to accomplish so Rem tells them that any of them who want to meet him at the Jekk'Jekk Toor (which is apparently a sister establishment to the Jekk'Jekk Tarr on Nal Shadar) can do so in 3 hours. Additionally he reminds them not to forget their rebreathers, then with a wink he strolls out into the the bright mid-day sunshine of Hanna City.
Ooc: You guys who want to go shopping or whatever else let me know either here or on discord what you want to find/buy/do and we'll see what happens! happy hunting! On Wednesday I'll put up the post for those who are going to the seedy bar with Rem (that way everyone gets a chance to get their mercantile on.)
Ryyhwacca went to buy new power cells for his bowcaster to replace the ones he used in the past months. Then he walks the market looking for a place to sharpen his ryyk blades. There was a little bit of argument with the owner, because he insisted in doing himself and the owner was anxious to let the big wookie touching his equipment, but in the end, and after a couple of reminders about how fragile looks his arms sockets, Ryyhwacca was able to polish his blades.
Then he went to the Jekk'Jekk Toor and waits for the others to come.
[OOC: Nothing fancy just to add some flavour to our beloved wookiee]
PbP Character: A few ;)
Son leads the way to a tailor. Once inside the shop he strides confidently up to the gotal proprietor exchanges some hurried words with him to which there is a lot of vigorous nodding and then the shorter alien walks up to Klulvae and begins to take his measurements. As he works Son informs the others with him that the tailor has agreed to a discounted price of 20 credits for each suit. As the tailor measures Klulvae inquires about some matching slippers with augmented abilities. The tailor shakes his head and informs Klulvae "Don't do shoes. Don't cary tech augmented stuff either."
After all the measurements are finished the gotal tailor takes Rem's measurements from Son and then he makes some notes before looking up "Alright then boys, since I'm just doing alterations from off the rack garments, I should be able to have these ready for you in the morning." As you all turn to go the shopkeeper calls out after you. "For those augmented slippers you might want to try Tace's High-Tech Fashions over in the edge of the Wright's District near the ports. Tell him Har Ga'arv sent you, and maybe he won't rip you off too badly." The gotal shrugs and then turns from the counter and walks toward the back of the shop as you all leave. "Now to see if the line I got on this weapons dealer checks out..." Son says as they head for their next destination.
The crew who have elected to join in on this hoping extravaganza end up in a back room of a old building in the middle of a large open air market, with a fairly shady looking sulustan wetly mumbling about his various wares. He shows Son his selection of hold-out blasters, half a dozen or so fairly run of the mill affairs that all seem to come in around the 20 credit range. "Bwut ifth you're lookin fur swumthin a bwit more... impwesive..." he lisps. "I awso have these." He gives Son a wink as pulls out a smallish case, pops it open, and then spins it around for viewing. Inside are a pair of twin Gungis & Xanthax holdout blasters with mother of pearl grips and gold filagreed inlay. "Custom jobs. Heawily mowded. Light as a feathwer. Impwoved accuwacy and packing a punch thats shuw to swupwise." He smiles knowingly at Son. "1500 Fwirm." The sulustan says as he shuts the case.
Ooc: any one who wants to buy weapons who's on the shopping expedition, let me know here or on discord what you want to buy for the sake of advancement I'm going to Jump the narrative forward to the next local on the excursion.
As the group leaves the market Son says "I'm not sure were gona be able to go see this guy Tace Klulvae," as he pulls up the map. "Lets see, how do we get to this place Rem wants us to go... Wait a sec. Alright Klulvae you're in luck; this Tace guy's shop is actually on the way. So as long as you don't take forever in there we should be good."
"Welcome to Tace's High-Tech Fashions!" a booming baritone voice greets the group as they walk in. As the (partial) party makes it's way into the space they can see a devaronian sitting behind the counter smiling wolfishly at them. "What can I do for you gentlemen today?" Klulvae explains what he's looking for to the grinning shopkeep. "why certainly I've something that fits that description my insectoid looking friend!" The devaronian leads him over to an area that seems to be dominated by foot-ware of many varieties. "Now I have suppliers that come from all walks of life across the galaxy. So of course most of my merchandise is a step ahead of what's available for common consumption, but I believe you'll find these beauties will fit your needs and if we're lucky they may also fit your feet." He gives Klulvae a wink and produces a pair of green satin slippers with long curling toes resembling something out of the arabian nights. "And since you are a friend of that sheepish old silk trader Har Ga'arv, I'll give you a special discount my friend, I will let you have these magnificent one of a kind shoes for just 500 credits." He flashes the group another wolfish grin. "What do you say?"
After Tace's High-Tech Fashions the party rushes to meet up with Rem and the others at the Jekk'Jekk Toor.
Outside the Jekk'Jekk Toor Ryyhwaaca having been there for over an hour and a half has seen surprisingly little activity perhaps only a half dozen patrons in total have either come or left the establishment since he's been watching. He's seen 4 Trandoshans with some sort of large container enter about 45 min ago and a couple of odd other patrons leave during his time spent outside the Jekk'Jekk Toor. Rem Arrives about 15 minutes early and Ryyhwaaca tries to communicate this to him, but Rem just smiles and nods at the wookie "Uh huh. Oh. Sure buddy whatever you like." Rem says to the wookie but the timing of his responses makes it clear to the wookie that Rem still hasn't gotten a grasp on Shyriiwook. Ryyhwaaca sighs and shakes his head in mild disbelief. "hurrac aoacahc rrhuro..." he growls to himself. Shortly the rest of the party comes walking up there street.
Once everyone is masked up and ready you all enter the Jekk'Jekk Toor. The interior is dimly illuminated in red, and rather sparsely populated. There seem to be only about a dozen or so patrons and staff in total, the overwhelming majority of which are trandoshan with a few celegians thrown in for good measure. there are a few other aliens there that are not easily recognized due to being encased in atmospheric apparatuses of various sorts.
While he hated the color clash of his dark brown clothes, purple cloak, and bright green shoes, he made a note to pick up some dye and purchased the shoes with a satisfied smile on his face after testing the shoes out on the walls.
Walking into Jekk'Jekk Toor, Klulvae immediately sensed the seedy nature of the establishment. There were only a handful of people there... in fact, his crew seemed to nearly double the number of occupants at the establishment. But, this is the life that he had signed up for, and he needed to see everything it had to offer. Addressing their group, he asks, "So.... who is it we're looking for exactly?" He gets the best layout he can, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through the mask to try and sense the area for Force-sensitives and any Force anomalies.
OOC: Natural 20 [25] on Force check. 21 on Perception check.
Klulvae stretches out with his feelings allowing his senses to flow out into the force. Around him he can sense several entities who seem to have strong connections to the force. There are three celegians in the room, and these three beings glow brightly in Klulvae's mind due to their natural telekinetic abilities, additionally Klulvae suddenly realizes that Son standing aways off to his right has a shocking potential with the force, though he's never noticed it before Son now seems very clearly to be rather strong with the force.
Rem steps over to the bar has a few words with the trandoshan behind the counter the lizard points a claw across the room. Rem tosses him a cred stick and then saunters over to the table indicated by the trandoshan barkeep. Around it are some creature in enviro-suit armor, a trandoshan, and a celegian. At first they don't acknowledge Rem's presence, but then after a few moments Rem says something, they respond, and he sits down with the alien, the lizard, and the floating brain.
Ryyhwacca lends on the bar and ask for a drink, gives the credits to the bartender and he keeps an eye on his companions while taking his drink... casually.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Any of you who move close enough to eavesdrop or find a place with fair line of sight to the table to overhear/observe Rem's conversation with the three figures at the corner table in the back can overhear/observe the following interaction:
As Rem sits down at the table with the three creatures things begin a bit tense, but Rem maintains a cool confidence throwing out a bit of news from the outer rim and cracking a couple of cool well timed quips. Despite his easy nonchalance and even bearing the creatures at the table seem to be a bit reticent to speak with him. But after several minutes of small talk Rem finally gets them to open up a bit with a careful application of his winning Durese charm. Through the small talk and banter Rem gets around to asking them if they know of a vessel by the name of Grix's Folly. When he mentions this name the other people at the table grow suddenly more wary. "Why you are assssking about thisss sship ssmooth sskin?!" the trandoshan asks suspiciously. "Well Chubba, you could say I owe the captain some credits and want to pay him back, but that is a lot of Bantha waste. The fool got a job I was wanting and now I want to collect the pay he received in my place. ...and mind you, my employer, the Exchange, doesn't like having jobs stolen from them." The celegain's tentacles gesticulate as it's brain pulsates slightly, the being in the enviro armor nods, and the trandoshan listens as he eyes Rem wearily. "arre you insssinuating that The Exxxxschange is looking to go to war with Black Ssssun?!" the trandoshan asks in a hushed voice that seems equal parts surprised and incredulous.
Though Aevar had gone with the group who had gone shopping, he chose not to purchase anything, preferring to wait outside the stores, getting to know the city and its backstreets and back-alleys.
When the group arrives at the Jekk'Jekk Toor, Aevar puts on his mask and looks around for a minute or two before moving over to near Rem.
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No wars Chubba! The Exchange values its standing agreement with the Black Sun. There is enough space for both companies, we are sure it was a stupid rogue agent trying to get an extra and didn't even tried to check if the job already was assigned. I just want to make things right by my company, myself and solve this thing before the Companies escalate this situation. My only intend is to see everyone happy and get my payment.
That is partially true. Rem doesn't want to create an incident between the Companies, and wants to get money, the only lie is about the job being his before.
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The celegian's brain pulsates again slightly as it's tentacles quiver; The trandoshan makes a dismissive gesture with it's large clawed hand. "Well Duros, As long as there's no war..." It's hard to miss the irony in the enviro-armored creature's voice even through the vocoder's modulation. The pause that follows makes everyone listening start to get a little nervous, some possibly even get the feeling that maybe they aren't going for it. Finally the trandoshan fills the fraught silence, "Warss are bad for bushinessss." His cold reptilian eyes look Rem up and down. "Frankly it'sss a bit ssssurprissing that you don't already know the anssswer to thisss queshtion. Grix's Folly belongsssh to Menuk Ak-Baldur." The trandoshan stops waiting for a reaction, when Rem doesn't seem impressed by this fact. There are looks and other subtle nonverbal communications exchanged among the three. "Well Duros, you are either as wet-behind-the-ears a spacer as I have ever seen or you and your friends are complete fools. Menuk Ak-Baldur is probably Black Sun's most feared assassin in addition to being a trusted left tenant to Shiv Sata, and just in case you are too green or too uninformed to know who that is, she is a member of the Black Sun's ruling council." The contempt is clear in spite of the garbling of the creature-inside's voice by the enviro-armor's vocoder. Both the creature in the enviro-armor and the trandoshan look between them as the celegian's tentacles gesticulate and quiver. "Yesss Moogooran I agree," the trandoshan hisses his reply to the floating brain in a low voice.
As if his words were lost within the smoky atmosphere, Klulvae sighs and makes his way towards a vacant corner of the room. He wanted to have a good vantage point, should anything go south. Rem-Jas seemed to be handling the conversation pretty well, but he paid special attention to them as he kept watch, reading body language for any threatening actions.
Son went up to the bar and ordered an umbrella drink, making sure to keep a distance from his captain while also being close enough to listen to what was discussed. And what he heard he didn't like. That last thing the crew needed was to get on the bad side of some Black Sun Hyper-assassin.
Son sighed and raised his drink to his mask, 'But I'm sure Rem knows what he's doing. He's almost as good at talking his way out of things as me.' His thoughts were interrupted as the straw of his drink missed the drinking hole attached to his mask. As the straw bumped off the mask and slowly slid around the rim of the cup. He looked down at the blue-grey beverage and for whatever reason he caught himself thinking of home.
'Can't even get a drink normally away from Dorin, it might be nice to go back f- Where did that come from?' Son shook his head and set the drink off to the side, refocusing his attention on his Captain.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
"I also agree with Moogooran and Barisk, 'Chubba', it's time you and your friends were leaving. Whether it's your inexperience or stupidity, doesn't really matter, you're starting to give us a bad feeling and we'd like you to leave." The alien in the enviro-armor announces rather curtly and loud enough for all of you to hear even if you hadn't been eaves dropping. As he is saying this all other conversation dies down and the other patrons who had been watching covertly before are now openly staring at all of you.
The sudden change in tone of the conversation put Klulvae on edge within. On the outside, he remained calm, not wanting to escalate the situation with any sudden movements, but his whole attention was drawn to how the captain would respond to the "invitation" to leave.
"Take the offer, Rem-Jas." he thought to himself. "The fight won't be worth it."
It was at this moment that Tsussel had closed the cover of his bounty hunter book. He had been lost in the adventure and was basically on auto pilot until he got here. "Wait, what job are we talking about?."
"They seem to be discussing intelligence related to our last job on Yavin 4." BC-09 HK-0037 states at a normal and rather unsubtle volume. He continues on, "Bravo has been attempting to gather further intelligence about Black Sun from those three organics;" the battle droid points to the corner table. "However it seems his tactics may have aroused some suspicion as the disposition of the unit in the controlled environment armor has shifted toward hostile." The droid then continues at the same easily-overheard-from-any-where-in-the-small-bar volume. "Although we have not yet carried out the proposed upgrades to this unit's offensive systems, this unit is ready to execute elimination protocols on all units not bearing 'crewmember' designations." Several of the patrons shift uncomfortably, and the careful observer will note a few hands sliding under tables as the atmosphere grows noticeably more tense thanks to the robot's total lack of subtly. Though "Echo" hasn't deployed anything yet, Tsu can hear the low hum of BC's weapons systems coming online.
"Roowwwhlf " says the wookie to one particulary nervous devaronian who moved his hands towards his blaster too quickly.
It doesn't matter if he understands sryywook or not, the devaronian understood the wookie and more calmly put his hands back to the table.
" I am sure that no one in the room not designated as "crewmember" would need to be under the elimitaion protocols BC. We are just leaving, don't we Rem?" Says the wookiee in a calm voice, but with his hand next to the hint of one of his blades.
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It seemed to Tsussel that he would have to do something about a voice dampener or maybe a whisper system for BC. "No no no! We don't need any of that right now BC. Just stay alert, we can just move ourselves out of the once Rem is done talking. We don't want any trouble while we are here." The last bit he made sure to say as loudly as BC had been talking so that everyone had heard him.