Rem is gone over looking a to the boards for a while. Long enough for Aevar and Ryywhaaca to have a couple of drinks and start to feel a bit more at ease. After a while he comes back with a with a swagger in his step and a grin on his face. "It seems I've come up with a lead for getting us back to your homeworld Ryy," the duros says as he claps the wookie across the back, and then sits at the table with them. "It's a seller of rare plants and produce who has some trade dealings on Kashyyyk, They'd like to meet with us tomorrow to discuss the specifics of an import/export arrangement." Rem leans back in his chair and takes a long draught from his correllian brandy. "Should be a nice easy job." The thee stay long enough to finish their drinks and relax a bit before heading back to the ship.
The crew has a brief meeting that evening aboard the Lucky Jakko to catch everybody up to speed on the latest developments. Rem shares the good fortune he, Aevar, and Ryywhaaca had in landing their next job. Son and Klulvae seem really optimistic about their initial survey of the location for tomorrow's meet, and Tsu comes back whistling a snappy tune. When the crew asks Tsu about BC, Tsu tells them not to worry that BC's in the shop over night and he should be ready tomorrow. When Rem asks whether or not Tsu's worried about them pulling a fast one and tampering with BC. Tsu shrugs, and says, " I guess that's possible, but I made a couple of new custom modifications, first I installed a wireless holonet uplink, so he can contact us if he needs to, and I found an operating mode that essentially prevents him from being powered down with out a control signal or command word, so I chained that to his maximum carnage protocol so that if they try to shut him down and use an incorrect command word or don't have the right control signal, which they don't," he winks and produces a small remote. "Then it immediately activates his maximum carnage protocol. Pretty neat huh?" Rem faceplams and groans "I got a bad feeling aobu this Chubba." The following day Tsu sets off to go retrieve BC; Rem, Aevar, and Ryywhaaca head back to the spacer bar to meet with the plant seller; and Son and Klulvae make there way towards the cafe where they're to meet up with Yys.
Making their way to the cafe where Son's meeting with his contact is about to go down, Klulvae is klu-less on what he's actually tagging with Son for: all he knows is someone wants to buy their sleepy powder, and Son Kol knows who. Speaking up, he asks, "I'm guessing you're letting me come because I have really good senses. Plus, I can walk on walls now." As he amply demonstrates. The shoes, now died black, grip the wall easily, as his core strength makes him appear as if he's defying gravity. "So.... what roll do you want me to play?" He asks, his head arched back to face Son as he continues his stroll along the wall. "Walk on- I Mean Yes! Yes! That-Your senses are why I brought you" Son says as his eyes drift down to where Kluvae's lightsaber was, "And no other reason..." "Yeah Basically we'll be having dinner then discussing the sale. I left on pretty good terms with Yys so we shouldn't have any issues. But uh- Keep your eyes open, and if I need you to get choppy I'll give you the signal. "Son is, perhaps surprisingly, wearing a finely tailored republic dress officers uniform. But instead of Naval insignia, Kluvae would recognize, the Senate Bureau of Intelligence's insignia is emblazoned on the Jacket. Klulvae smiles a self-satisfied smile at his own intellect and detective skills. He himself wears a flashy suit: deep crimson, nearly black, with accents of white and baby blue scattered throughout. His cloak still adorns his shoulders: though he wasn't sure whether that was in fashion, he was willing to make a few style mistakes if needs be, form must meet function after all. He could feel the hilt of his lightsaber along his spine reassuring him of its easy access, but remaining concealed within the cloak. "Friendly dinners are the best dinners." He remarks, coming off the wall. Too many people were looking at him. "This will be something new... something edgy." It's clear he has little understanding of criminal dealings and how those of his new-found ilk should act.
Son shakes his head at the Jedi's antics. He continues to lead them on until they get close to the Restaurant. "Oh yeah, by the way, just one more thing before we get there... it's a small thing really; They know me as Ply Roszii here. So just go with that, and NEVER say the name you know me as." Klulvae looks at Son quizzically, "Huh. Interesting nick-name." He adds, trying to mock Faliden's voice, "This game, I will play... Ply. I guess I owe you anyway for the boots, so our debts are square, yeah?" Son looks at him with what might be interpreted as annoyance if Klulvae were perhaps more familiar with Kel-Dor facial expressions. "It's not really a nickname as it were. ...Yeah no problem man, just keep what you hear in there quiet." Klulvae cocks an eyebrow, but nods his head. He might not have the brains, but his gut tells him to just follow along with whatever Son's whipped up to keep things peaceful.
As the two walk into the cafe Son approaches the maitre dee's podium "Ply Roszii for Yys Dag" The maitre dee snaps and a server appears, he whispers something in the servers ear and the server nods "Right this way sir you are expected." the server leads you both through the restaurant toward a rather secluded table near the back of the restaurant. A quarren in a long white dress stands and greets you, "Ply, darling, you look marvelous," the quarren kisses Son's cheeks, before continuing "and who is this lovely dish you've brought with you dear?" Yys takes Klulvaes hands and then looks him up and down. "Well he certainly is in good condition, quite the physical specimen... mmm...."
Walking into the establishment, Klulvae's cape seemed to billow from an unknown wind, as his crimson-colored suit with baby-blue accents drew the attention of the establishment's fine guests. It didn't surprise him when Yys affectionately referred to him as a "lovely dish". He did look quite ravishing, like a futuristic Ryan Gosling... but with an alien head, scaly skin, and massive bug-eyes. Still, Yys was infatuated, and that pleased him.
"I am quite the physical specimen, aren't I?" Klulvae teased, bringing her hand to his lips and giving her a light kiss. He always did have a weakness for tentacles. "The name is Klulvae, my dear. I hail from the Rodian system, as I'm sure you must've already guessed. I'm a personal assistant and aid Ply in whatever it is that he needs."
"And you look ravishing as always my dear," Ply says in a now deeper core-world accent. Reciprocating the kisses by making a 'Mwoh' 'Mwoh' sound through his mask. He crooks a brow as Kluvae goes for a surprisingly smooth introduction, 'Heh, nice one kid.'
Ply steps forward next to Yys and claps a hand on Kluvae's shoulder. "Yes, Kluvae here is one of newest acquisitions. A real prodigy at that," He gestures his free hand to Kluvae the same way that a car salesman presents a new product.
"You see he's been working for me for a while now an- No no. What am I doing? Talking about work when I have an old friend standing right here." He gestures towards the table, "Come. Let's catch up then we can discuss business later." He says joyfully, legitimately happy seeing his old friend.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
As the three of you sit Yys motions and drinks are brought. "I took the liberty... for old time sake" the quarren smiles as the bottle of 50 year old cornelian brandy is brought out along with 3 tumblers and a bucket of ice. "Still neat?" Yys asks Son as they place one of the big spheres of ice in their own glass. "And you Klulvae?" The quarren asks with a smile. "So, Ply my old friend tell me what's been keeping you so busy you haven't had time to come see little old me for five long years?"
Klulvae returns the smile and nods his head. "Yes, neat." he replies, following her actions it placing a sphere of ice in his own glass, allowing the ice to chill the drink considerably. He hoped she was talking about his preference for alcohol, and that the drink wasn't too strong. As a Jedi, he'd never had alcohol before - it clouded the mind and judgement. But then again, he'd already done sweetsleep...
He picked up his glass and took a large mouthful, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing. It burned as it passed down, but he suppressed the urge to cough, his eyes only becoming a little watery from the effect.
"Corellian Brandy?"Ply asked picking up the bottle and examining the label, "You do know how to treat a lady" Ply sets the bottle down and side eyes Kluvae who is very clearly drinking Corellian Brandy for the first time.
He refocuses on Yys, “I could make a big show about being a busy man with wider horizons and aims in the galaxy. But I know how much you hate bluster, and we both know why I had to leave planet.” Ply paused to refill, Kluvae’s drink. “Besides, the last thing you needed was another old scoundrel hanging around getting in the way of you career taking off, and take off it has!” he adds with more mirth in his voice, “A leading role in the Crystal Maze Holo-adaptation? Astounding! Really I’m so proud of you.”
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"You're too sweet, darling. And as far as old scoundrels go, you and I both know that my career never would have gotten started without them." Yys smiles and takes a sip of the aged corellian brandy that's been bathing the large sphere of ice. Son and Yys continue chatting reminiscing on old times, talking briefly of current goings on both in Yys' and Ply's lives and careers, Yys investments as a producer in a number of projects, and Ply's apparent promotion, (thanks to the high perception roll Son realizes that his uniform needs a rank update) Yys noticed the new rank insignia on Ply's jacket. Klulvae sits silently listening and marveling at Son's ability to lie. He finds himself almost believing that Son actually is Ply. Halfway through the bottle of brandy they order food, when it comes Klulvae has trouble believing his mouth; he wonders if he's ever had a meal that tasted so good before. As dinner winds down the quarrel smiles languidly at Son, "Alright Ply, lets talk business. What is it you need help moving and is this something that I'm doing for the Strategic Intelligence Service or for Ply Roszii?"
On the other side of town Rem, Ryywhaaca, and Aevar find themselves again in the same spacer bar waiting at a table for their contact, who turns out to be a paunchy ithorian in a drab colored jumpsuit. "Well you boys must be the crew looking to make the run to Kashyyyk," he says in a slow easy drawl, his deep baritone voice resonating through the others at the table. "So here's the deal, you'll be taking genetically modified agricultural material of a restricted nature past customs to a contact in Wawaatt. I'll give you a the address of a message server on their local holonet where you can make contact when you get planetoid. All of this job will be done in total anonymity, so that My associates and I have total deniability, you and your crew are the ones exposed here so I'd advise caution." the ithorian smirks. "or not it's really up to you, but be aware the samples you'll be receiving from a dead drop are also highly illegal here on Chandrilla, and your payment won't be wired until we get confirmation of receipt from our partners on Kashyyyk..." The ithorian lets that info hang in the air for a moment then continues, "...so be aware the risk is all on you, but hey it's a 2100 cred pay day, so you had to know it was going to involve some significant risk right?" the hammerhead eases back in his chair. "Well ya in or out?"
"You didn't tell us it was that much, boss. That's, what, 300 a head? I don't think I've ever seen so much money in my life, not that I've ever seen anything, per se. That is a very high risk run though, especially as it doesn't have half or a third or something to that effect up front."
Aevar is concerned as to the fact that there isn't any up front, but is remaining calm and lighthearted to avoid any potential trouble.
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The duros shoots Aevar a what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about look, but doesn't say anything. The ithorian leans back in his chair as he waits for the three to finish their deliberations.
"Rhowwahorr!" interrupts the wookiee " Hgaarww Wroomhg Aaargh Rwahour Hoowr How Haw Hugh Rhaawg?. Roohaw Grrrfs Wrooogh Raaug" he turns to Rem " Hgoroow Haagrw Groow" and he crosses his arms ovber his chest.
("Hold on! Are you talking about intorducing a foranean vetegable species, genetically modified, into the Sacred Forest? Deberia arrancarte la lengua sólo por decirlo. "
Finishing his drink Ply sets his drink on the edge of the table and leans back in his seat, straightening his back almost imperceptibly. "As you know the Sith conflict is intensifying. Every time they appear they reveal some new weapon or strategy that we were completely unaware of. And as they make their gains we have become acutely aware of how little we know about the Sith." He explains while folding the drinking apparatus of his mask back in,"So they've mobilized the SIS to begin making inroads with the underground elements that we know have been dealing with the empire. Us more veteran agents have been tasked with mostly unmentionable work, which I, of course, will refrain from speaking of directly."
He pauses as a waiter arrives and asks to take his finished plate. "Thank you, young man, it was delicious. Please give my compliments to the chef," he says cheerfully, before reaching over to place his hand on the waiter's arm. "Is it alright if my friends and I sit and talk for a while before you bring around the bill?" as he says this he looks up to the waiter while simultaneously slipping a 50 credit cred stick into his sleeve. "We're catching up you see."
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Ply paused, waiting for the waiter to be firmly out of earshot before continuing. "Now most of these operations have been put under the direction of a secret civilian oversight committee. And... well I hate to speak poorly of my employers, but they're... well they are just good at it yet. Most of our initial operations not achieving their outlined goals. One of these most recent operations ended... relatively poorly," Ply continued as he made a sign with his hand to Yys that she would recognize as 'it was a total shit show', But more to the point I'm now in possession of a relatively large supply of Sweetsleep and no buyer. That said, my handler instructed me to just dump it. But, you know me I can't stand ignoring a potential resource. And I was in the sector so I thought, Hey why not try and catch up with my old partner in mostly sanctioned amoral activity Yys?"
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The ithorian chuckles and tsks at the wookie. "You misunderstand, our partners on Kashyyyk work in a lab. It's not as though Anyone is asking you to go release your cargo into the wild. So there's really no need to go ripping out anyone's tongue. ...But, hey if you all have moral objections... Well don't let me tell you how to run your business." He lets the offer hang in the air waiting to see if the three others at the table will leave or accept.
"Well between the three crates and minus what young Kluvae decided he'd try experimenting with," Ply paused to shoot Kluvae a disappointed old man look, "it totals to about forty-six thousand six hundred and fifty-five individual doses."
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Yys seems to think a moment, then bursts out into laughter. "About 46,655? Hurshirhaha, Hurshirhaha!" When you don't also laugh at the joke the mirth on the quarren's face sours. "You're serious?!" Yys asks, almost offended. "The street value on that much sweetsleep has to be 1million cred..." the distaste in their tone is plain, as if having to state the obvious should be enough to call off whatever in-poor-taste joke is being perpetrated. Moment by moment the naked truth of Ply's seriousness reveals itself, and the quarren continues, "Darling, I thought we would be talking 10k... 15k max." their tentacled head shakes in disappointment. "I'm in holos love, i'm not a hutt crime lord." Yys tone at this point verges on patroninzing, but Son detects a hint of sadness as well. "You'd need a Black Sun, Exchange, or even a Hutt to move that kind of volume. I could perhaps put you in touch with some of my connections, maybe they know someone in one of these organizations..." Yys trails off. "Maybe love, this is another one of those times when you ought to have listened to the good advice that you were given from the person above you. This is the sort of thing which can go bad really quickly. I'd hate to see that happen to you again." The pity and concern in Yys voice is evident to Son as she calls him back to what happened before they left Yys' father's freighter a lifetime ago. "You might not be so lucky a second time." The quarren adds quietly; sorrow and something akin to despair are thick in Yys' voice at this point.
He smiles sheepishly, deciding to remain silent with Son continues. In truth, his experience with the sweetsleep had been an extremely revelatory one, having battled some wolves within him and resolved some personal conflicts.
Amidst their conversing, Yys dismay at the amount of sweetsleep they are trying to pawn off strikes off an idea. Moving forward a bit, he adds, "If I may intervene... I see no reason why we don't split up our 'cargo' and sell just one of the crates. That's..." he pauses for a good minute, his eyes closed as they twitch from the constant movement of his eyes as they dart around underneath his eyelids, trying to do math, "a little less than 14,000 doses, I think, which should fetch at least 200,000 credits, right? That's better than zero, in my book."
As Kluvae speaks Yys gaze narrows and fixes on him. The quarren lets out an exasperated sigh. "You may have a pretty face dear but I'm afraid your listening skills need work," Yys voice is soft and calm as though they were speaking to a child. "I was not prepared to enter into any business arrangement whose value exceed 10,000 today, and to be perfectly frank with you I'm neither willing nor able to engage in any venture that exceeds 15,000. Furthermore, I'm not sure what Ply's gotten the two of you into here, but I've got a feeling for these sorts of things, and let me assure you the feeling i'm getting now is not a good one. If you are Hellhound and determined to continue on this course," Yys says looking directly at Ply, "For the sake of my friendship and history with Ply, I'll take 10K worth of your product off your hands, even though it goes against my better judgement and all of my instincts."
Klulvae smiles at her mentioning he has a pretty face. He'd never really thought so before, but hearing it from her boosted his confidence. Stretching his senses out into the Force, he could feel Yys' despair and concern for Son and this trade deal. Concerned, he stretched it out further, and felt the ominous feeling of something going poorly in regards to their cargo they picked up. He sighed and said, "Thank you for your concern, Yys. You care a great deal for Ply."
He then turns to Son and addresses him, "Ply, if I may, I'm here for my... talent, right? And my talents are telling me we should back out of this deal. I've got a feeling this isn't going to end well for us if we follow through and hold onto the cargo, though..." he glances to Yys, "it won't come from her. She's only concerned."
He nods his head, as if affirming himself, and takes a drink. "That's my recommendation, anyway."
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Rem is gone over looking a to the boards for a while. Long enough for Aevar and Ryywhaaca to have a couple of drinks and start to feel a bit more at ease. After a while he comes back with a with a swagger in his step and a grin on his face. "It seems I've come up with a lead for getting us back to your homeworld Ryy," the duros says as he claps the wookie across the back, and then sits at the table with them. "It's a seller of rare plants and produce who has some trade dealings on Kashyyyk, They'd like to meet with us tomorrow to discuss the specifics of an import/export arrangement." Rem leans back in his chair and takes a long draught from his correllian brandy. "Should be a nice easy job." The thee stay long enough to finish their drinks and relax a bit before heading back to the ship.
The crew has a brief meeting that evening aboard the Lucky Jakko to catch everybody up to speed on the latest developments. Rem shares the good fortune he, Aevar, and Ryywhaaca had in landing their next job. Son and Klulvae seem really optimistic about their initial survey of the location for tomorrow's meet, and Tsu comes back whistling a snappy tune. When the crew asks Tsu about BC, Tsu tells them not to worry that BC's in the shop over night and he should be ready tomorrow. When Rem asks whether or not Tsu's worried about them pulling a fast one and tampering with BC. Tsu shrugs, and says, " I guess that's possible, but I made a couple of new custom modifications, first I installed a wireless holonet uplink, so he can contact us if he needs to, and I found an operating mode that essentially prevents him from being powered down with out a control signal or command word, so I chained that to his maximum carnage protocol so that if they try to shut him down and use an incorrect command word or don't have the right control signal, which they don't," he winks and produces a small remote. "Then it immediately activates his maximum carnage protocol. Pretty neat huh?" Rem faceplams and groans "I got a bad feeling aobu this Chubba." The following day Tsu sets off to go retrieve BC; Rem, Aevar, and Ryywhaaca head back to the spacer bar to meet with the plant seller; and Son and Klulvae make there way towards the cafe where they're to meet up with Yys.
Making their way to the cafe where Son's meeting with his contact is about to go down, Klulvae is klu-less on what he's actually tagging with Son for: all he knows is someone wants to buy their sleepy powder, and Son Kol knows who. Speaking up, he asks, "I'm guessing you're letting me come because I have really good senses. Plus, I can walk on walls now." As he amply demonstrates. The shoes, now died black, grip the wall easily, as his core strength makes him appear as if he's defying gravity. "So.... what roll do you want me to play?" He asks, his head arched back to face Son as he continues his stroll along the wall. "Walk on- I Mean Yes! Yes! That-Your senses are why I brought you" Son says as his eyes drift down to where Kluvae's lightsaber was, "And no other reason..." "Yeah Basically we'll be having dinner then discussing the sale. I left on pretty good terms with Yys so we shouldn't have any issues. But uh- Keep your eyes open, and if I need you to get choppy I'll give you the signal. "Son is, perhaps surprisingly, wearing a finely tailored republic dress officers uniform. But instead of Naval insignia, Kluvae would recognize, the Senate Bureau of Intelligence's insignia is emblazoned on the Jacket. Klulvae smiles a self-satisfied smile at his own intellect and detective skills. He himself wears a flashy suit: deep crimson, nearly black, with accents of white and baby blue scattered throughout. His cloak still adorns his shoulders: though he wasn't sure whether that was in fashion, he was willing to make a few style mistakes if needs be, form must meet function after all. He could feel the hilt of his lightsaber along his spine reassuring him of its easy access, but remaining concealed within the cloak. "Friendly dinners are the best dinners." He remarks, coming off the wall. Too many people were looking at him. "This will be something new... something edgy." It's clear he has little understanding of criminal dealings and how those of his new-found ilk should act.
Son shakes his head at the Jedi's antics. He continues to lead them on until they get close to the Restaurant. "Oh yeah, by the way, just one more thing before we get there... it's a small thing really; They know me as Ply Roszii here. So just go with that, and NEVER say the name you know me as." Klulvae looks at Son quizzically, "Huh. Interesting nick-name." He adds, trying to mock Faliden's voice, "This game, I will play... Ply. I guess I owe you anyway for the boots, so our debts are square, yeah?" Son looks at him with what might be interpreted as annoyance if Klulvae were perhaps more familiar with Kel-Dor facial expressions. "It's not really a nickname as it were. ...Yeah no problem man, just keep what you hear in there quiet." Klulvae cocks an eyebrow, but nods his head. He might not have the brains, but his gut tells him to just follow along with whatever Son's whipped up to keep things peaceful.
As the two walk into the cafe Son approaches the maitre dee's podium "Ply Roszii for Yys Dag" The maitre dee snaps and a server appears, he whispers something in the servers ear and the server nods "Right this way sir you are expected." the server leads you both through the restaurant toward a rather secluded table near the back of the restaurant. A quarren in a long white dress stands and greets you, "Ply, darling, you look marvelous," the quarren kisses Son's cheeks, before continuing "and who is this lovely dish you've brought with you dear?" Yys takes Klulvaes hands and then looks him up and down. "Well he certainly is in good condition, quite the physical specimen... mmm...."
Walking into the establishment, Klulvae's cape seemed to billow from an unknown wind, as his crimson-colored suit with baby-blue accents drew the attention of the establishment's fine guests. It didn't surprise him when Yys affectionately referred to him as a "lovely dish". He did look quite ravishing, like a futuristic Ryan Gosling... but with an alien head, scaly skin, and massive bug-eyes. Still, Yys was infatuated, and that pleased him.
"I am quite the physical specimen, aren't I?" Klulvae teased, bringing her hand to his lips and giving her a light kiss. He always did have a weakness for tentacles. "The name is Klulvae, my dear. I hail from the Rodian system, as I'm sure you must've already guessed. I'm a personal assistant and aid Ply in whatever it is that he needs."
"And you look ravishing as always my dear," Ply says in a now deeper core-world accent. Reciprocating the kisses by making a 'Mwoh' 'Mwoh' sound through his mask. He crooks a brow as Kluvae goes for a surprisingly smooth introduction, 'Heh, nice one kid.'
Ply steps forward next to Yys and claps a hand on Kluvae's shoulder. "Yes, Kluvae here is one of newest acquisitions. A real prodigy at that," He gestures his free hand to Kluvae the same way that a car salesman presents a new product.
"You see he's been working for me for a while now an- No no. What am I doing? Talking about work when I have an old friend standing right here." He gestures towards the table, "Come. Let's catch up then we can discuss business later." He says joyfully, legitimately happy seeing his old friend.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
As the three of you sit Yys motions and drinks are brought. "I took the liberty... for old time sake" the quarren smiles as the bottle of 50 year old cornelian brandy is brought out along with 3 tumblers and a bucket of ice. "Still neat?" Yys asks Son as they place one of the big spheres of ice in their own glass. "And you Klulvae?" The quarren asks with a smile. "So, Ply my old friend tell me what's been keeping you so busy you haven't had time to come see little old me for five long years?"
Klulvae returns the smile and nods his head. "Yes, neat." he replies, following her actions it placing a sphere of ice in his own glass, allowing the ice to chill the drink considerably. He hoped she was talking about his preference for alcohol, and that the drink wasn't too strong. As a Jedi, he'd never had alcohol before - it clouded the mind and judgement. But then again, he'd already done sweetsleep...
He picked up his glass and took a large mouthful, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing. It burned as it passed down, but he suppressed the urge to cough, his eyes only becoming a little watery from the effect.
"Corellian Brandy?" Ply asked picking up the bottle and examining the label, "You do know how to treat a lady" Ply sets the bottle down and side eyes Kluvae who is very clearly drinking Corellian Brandy for the first time.
He refocuses on Yys, “I could make a big show about being a busy man with wider horizons and aims in the galaxy. But I know how much you hate bluster, and we both know why I had to leave planet.” Ply paused to refill, Kluvae’s drink. “Besides, the last thing you needed was another old scoundrel hanging around getting in the way of you career taking off, and take off it has!” he adds with more mirth in his voice, “A leading role in the Crystal Maze Holo-adaptation? Astounding! Really I’m so proud of you.”
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
"You're too sweet, darling. And as far as old scoundrels go, you and I both know that my career never would have gotten started without them." Yys smiles and takes a sip of the aged corellian brandy that's been bathing the large sphere of ice. Son and Yys continue chatting reminiscing on old times, talking briefly of current goings on both in Yys' and Ply's lives and careers, Yys investments as a producer in a number of projects, and Ply's apparent promotion, (thanks to the high perception roll Son realizes that his uniform needs a rank update) Yys noticed the new rank insignia on Ply's jacket. Klulvae sits silently listening and marveling at Son's ability to lie. He finds himself almost believing that Son actually is Ply. Halfway through the bottle of brandy they order food, when it comes Klulvae has trouble believing his mouth; he wonders if he's ever had a meal that tasted so good before. As dinner winds down the quarrel smiles languidly at Son, "Alright Ply, lets talk business. What is it you need help moving and is this something that I'm doing for the Strategic Intelligence Service or for Ply Roszii?"
On the other side of town Rem, Ryywhaaca, and Aevar find themselves again in the same spacer bar waiting at a table for their contact, who turns out to be a paunchy ithorian in a drab colored jumpsuit. "Well you boys must be the crew looking to make the run to Kashyyyk," he says in a slow easy drawl, his deep baritone voice resonating through the others at the table. "So here's the deal, you'll be taking genetically modified agricultural material of a restricted nature past customs to a contact in Wawaatt. I'll give you a the address of a message server on their local holonet where you can make contact when you get planetoid. All of this job will be done in total anonymity, so that My associates and I have total deniability, you and your crew are the ones exposed here so I'd advise caution." the ithorian smirks. "or not it's really up to you, but be aware the samples you'll be receiving from a dead drop are also highly illegal here on Chandrilla, and your payment won't be wired until we get confirmation of receipt from our partners on Kashyyyk..." The ithorian lets that info hang in the air for a moment then continues, "...so be aware the risk is all on you, but hey it's a 2100 cred pay day, so you had to know it was going to involve some significant risk right?" the hammerhead eases back in his chair. "Well ya in or out?"
"You didn't tell us it was that much, boss. That's, what, 300 a head? I don't think I've ever seen so much money in my life, not that I've ever seen anything, per se. That is a very high risk run though, especially as it doesn't have half or a third or something to that effect up front."
Aevar is concerned as to the fact that there isn't any up front, but is remaining calm and lighthearted to avoid any potential trouble.
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The duros shoots Aevar a what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about look, but doesn't say anything. The ithorian leans back in his chair as he waits for the three to finish their deliberations.
"Rhowwahorr!" interrupts the wookiee " Hgaarww Wroomhg Aaargh Rwahour Hoowr How Haw Hugh Rhaawg?. Roohaw Grrrfs Wrooogh Raaug" he turns to Rem " Hgoroow Haagrw Groow" and he crosses his arms ovber his chest.
("Hold on! Are you talking about intorducing a foranean vetegable species, genetically modified, into the Sacred Forest? Deberia arrancarte la lengua sólo por decirlo. "
"Vamonos de aquí Capitan." )
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Finishing his drink Ply sets his drink on the edge of the table and leans back in his seat, straightening his back almost imperceptibly. "As you know the Sith conflict is intensifying. Every time they appear they reveal some new weapon or strategy that we were completely unaware of. And as they make their gains we have become acutely aware of how little we know about the Sith." He explains while folding the drinking apparatus of his mask back in, "So they've mobilized the SIS to begin making inroads with the underground elements that we know have been dealing with the empire. Us more veteran agents have been tasked with mostly unmentionable work, which I, of course, will refrain from speaking of directly."
He pauses as a waiter arrives and asks to take his finished plate. "Thank you, young man, it was delicious. Please give my compliments to the chef," he says cheerfully, before reaching over to place his hand on the waiter's arm. "Is it alright if my friends and I sit and talk for a while before you bring around the bill?" as he says this he looks up to the waiter while simultaneously slipping a 50 credit cred stick into his sleeve. "We're catching up you see."
1d20+5 Sleight of hand = (12)+5 = 17
Ply paused, waiting for the waiter to be firmly out of earshot before continuing. "Now most of these operations have been put under the direction of a secret civilian oversight committee. And... well I hate to speak poorly of my employers, but they're... well they are just good at it yet. Most of our initial operations not achieving their outlined goals. One of these most recent operations ended... relatively poorly," Ply continued as he made a sign with his hand to Yys that she would recognize as 'it was a total shit show', But more to the point I'm now in possession of a relatively large supply of Sweetsleep and no buyer. That said, my handler instructed me to just dump it. But, you know me I can't stand ignoring a potential resource. And I was in the sector so I thought, Hey why not try and catch up with my old partner in mostly sanctioned amoral activity Yys?"
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)
"So it's a personal favor," Yys chuckles. "Very well then Ply, dear ...how much are we talking about?" Yys gives Son a sly smile.
The ithorian chuckles and tsks at the wookie. "You misunderstand, our partners on Kashyyyk work in a lab. It's not as though Anyone is asking you to go release your cargo into the wild. So there's really no need to go ripping out anyone's tongue. ...But, hey if you all have moral objections... Well don't let me tell you how to run your business." He lets the offer hang in the air waiting to see if the three others at the table will leave or accept.
"Well between the three crates and minus what young Kluvae decided he'd try experimenting with," Ply paused to shoot Kluvae a disappointed old man look, "it totals to about forty-six thousand six hundred and fifty-five individual doses."
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)
Yys seems to think a moment, then bursts out into laughter. "About 46,655? Hurshirhaha, Hurshirhaha!" When you don't also laugh at the joke the mirth on the quarren's face sours. "You're serious?!" Yys asks, almost offended. "The street value on that much sweetsleep has to be 1million cred..." the distaste in their tone is plain, as if having to state the obvious should be enough to call off whatever in-poor-taste joke is being perpetrated. Moment by moment the naked truth of Ply's seriousness reveals itself, and the quarren continues, "Darling, I thought we would be talking 10k... 15k max." their tentacled head shakes in disappointment. "I'm in holos love, i'm not a hutt crime lord." Yys tone at this point verges on patroninzing, but Son detects a hint of sadness as well. "You'd need a Black Sun, Exchange, or even a Hutt to move that kind of volume. I could perhaps put you in touch with some of my connections, maybe they know someone in one of these organizations..." Yys trails off. "Maybe love, this is another one of those times when you ought to have listened to the good advice that you were given from the person above you. This is the sort of thing which can go bad really quickly. I'd hate to see that happen to you again." The pity and concern in Yys voice is evident to Son as she calls him back to what happened before they left Yys' father's freighter a lifetime ago. "You might not be so lucky a second time." The quarren adds quietly; sorrow and something akin to despair are thick in Yys' voice at this point.
He smiles sheepishly, deciding to remain silent with Son continues. In truth, his experience with the sweetsleep had been an extremely revelatory one, having battled some wolves within him and resolved some personal conflicts.
Amidst their conversing, Yys dismay at the amount of sweetsleep they are trying to pawn off strikes off an idea. Moving forward a bit, he adds, "If I may intervene... I see no reason why we don't split up our 'cargo' and sell just one of the crates. That's..." he pauses for a good minute, his eyes closed as they twitch from the constant movement of his eyes as they dart around underneath his eyelids, trying to do math, "a little less than 14,000 doses, I think, which should fetch at least 200,000 credits, right? That's better than zero, in my book."
As Kluvae speaks Yys gaze narrows and fixes on him. The quarren lets out an exasperated sigh. "You may have a pretty face dear but I'm afraid your listening skills need work," Yys voice is soft and calm as though they were speaking to a child. "I was not prepared to enter into any business arrangement whose value exceed 10,000 today, and to be perfectly frank with you I'm neither willing nor able to engage in any venture that exceeds 15,000. Furthermore, I'm not sure what Ply's gotten the two of you into here, but I've got a feeling for these sorts of things, and let me assure you the feeling i'm getting now is not a good one. If you are Hellhound and determined to continue on this course," Yys says looking directly at Ply, "For the sake of my friendship and history with Ply, I'll take 10K worth of your product off your hands, even though it goes against my better judgement and all of my instincts."
"Wrrggmff " replies the Wookiee tothe Ithorian. "Roowgr Hourg Wagh"
"Hmm ok, as long as it stays in that lab"
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Klulvae smiles at her mentioning he has a pretty face. He'd never really thought so before, but hearing it from her boosted his confidence. Stretching his senses out into the Force, he could feel Yys' despair and concern for Son and this trade deal. Concerned, he stretched it out further, and felt the ominous feeling of something going poorly in regards to their cargo they picked up. He sighed and said, "Thank you for your concern, Yys. You care a great deal for Ply."
He then turns to Son and addresses him, "Ply, if I may, I'm here for my... talent, right? And my talents are telling me we should back out of this deal. I've got a feeling this isn't going to end well for us if we follow through and hold onto the cargo, though..." he glances to Yys, "it won't come from her. She's only concerned."
He nods his head, as if affirming himself, and takes a drink. "That's my recommendation, anyway."