"Eleutherian District. 351D Felval Turn. Silver Sea Breeze Lounge. In an unmarked brown box. Given to Caer Mildok with this message: 'Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this.' Your conformation is: 'She sends her love.' before midnight."
Aevar least the group in and out of the hustle and bustle of the Hana City, through streets, alleys, plazas, even a shopping mall and a old industrial park. Once when you guys are walking up a busy street the wookie draws some stares from some local toughs hanging out on the opposite side of the street, but the next moment Aevar's led you all down an alley and through a hole in a fence around the back side of a market. After an hour of this you all are beginning to think the miralukan has lost his mind, but 15 minuets and some sidelong looks at Aevar from a group of tourists in a cafe later, you find yourself standing on a small side street in front of an old neon sign that reads 'Silver Sea Breeze Lounge'...
Klulvae was amazed at Aevar's ability to navigate the city with ease. It's like it was second nature to him. Klulvae would get lost on a near daily basis back in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, so to see someone who, he presumed, had never been to Hanna City working through it like a pro was impressive, to say the least. "Nicely done." he leans in and whispers to the miralukan.
With their duffle bags and sweetsleep in tow around their shoulders, Aevar and the crew enter the lounge, looking around carefully for how they might establish who Caer Mildok is.
The three unlikely couriers step inside the Silver Sea Breeze Lounge to find a sleepy little bar that appears to be populated by some dozen and a half patrons of various sorts. There's a soft buzz of music playing that was popular 20 or 30 years ago, and although the air is cool, it's heavy with old smells of alcohol, smoke, and regret. There are barely audible murmurs of quiet conversation from various points around the room, all of which are background to the conversation being had at the bar between the bartender, a waitress and three average looking patrons who's bearing and demeanor suggest them to be regular customers. They are talking about some bit of local news related to a recent city council meeting. On the whole the place sits somewhere in the middle of a spectrum that ranges from unremarkable working class to the upper end of high-functioning down-and-out.
Over the course of the first several minuets in the bar the strangers collect better than half a dozen stares of limited duration, but none of those onlookers seem to be able to manage enough interest to counteract the overwhelming tide of apathy that fills the neither-dim-nor-bright interior of this particular watering hole.
Meanwhile on board the Jakko, Rem, Son, and BC have just made the jump to hyperspace. As they slide through the Parlemian Trade Route, the battle droid informs them that the estimated ETA for new holistic is about 8 hours.
This gives you guys time to rest, reprogram the transponder, etc. Let me know what you want to do and then make the rolls for it.
Klulvae motioned for the bartender to come to him, Ryywhaaca, and Aevar. "Welcome to the Silver Sea Breeze, fellas, what can I get you?" the large, human bartender said like a memorized script he repeated countless times throughout the day. Klulvae looked around suspiciously at the crowd. No lingering eyes currently... Drawing in closer to the bartender, he said in a low voice, "We were told a fellow by the name of Caer Mildok is waiting for us here. Do you know them?"
The bartender eyed them for a good moment, putting Klulvae on edge. Was this a set-up? He half expected the place to pull out pistols on 'em, but nothing of the sort happened. The bartender sighed, muttering something to himself, and then replied, "I'm Caer, what can I do for you?" The response caught Klulvae off guard. Were all drops this easy? But he couldn't suspect any foul play, so responded with the phrase, motioning to the dufflebag each of them carried, "Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this."
Caer looked mildly annoyed at the duffle bags, but said nothing, choosing to respond with, "How is Aunt Tilly?" Klulvae cooly countered after a moment of hesitation, when he realized that they had no way of confirming he was, in fact, Caer, "She sends her love. Now, how do we know you're Caer?"
Caer sighed and shook his head, "Why don't you go ask anyone in here what my name is and see what they tell you." Well, that's pretty bold. He looked around at the crowd. There wasn't a chance the entire place was in on it. "Good enough for me. Is there a back room for this, or should we just hand it to you right now?"
He certainly began to show frustration at how skilled the group was at drops like this. Rubbing his face with his hands, he nonchalantly took the duffel bags, one by one, and stowed them on the far side of the counter. Opening the last one to peek inside, he looked just as confused as Klulvae had been moments before. I wonder if he's a middle man too. Bigwigs never did this stuff face-to-face. The thought caused Klulvae to snort as he stood up his seat at the bar. "Well, that's all we were told to do. I guess we're out."
The bartender was persistent to get them drinks, a fact that didn't put Klulvae's mind at rest. Denying the requests, Klulvae and the group politely excused themselves, beginning on the next step of their journey: Barbican Hill. Nova Polis transit terminal. Locker number 42. 041136. Looking to Aevar, he gave him the get-that-doohickey-working-so-we-know-where-we're-going look.
Stepping out from the stale interior of the Silver Sea Breeze, and into the contrastingly cool refreshment of an actual breeze from the Silver Sea, the three unlikely couriers find themselves back out on Felval Turn, the deserted side street a few blocks south of the Silver Sea shoreline. As Aevar scrolls through the map on the data pad, an older model 4 door land speeder parked up the block catches Ryywhacca's eye.
The land speeder is unattended, and from the look of it has been parked there for a few days.
for the couriers: You need to decide how your going to get to Barbican Hill. It is an outlying city near Hanna City.
for those in space: Rem seemed to want to get the transponder modified before you all reach New Holstice; to do that Son needs to roll a mechanics check w/advantage. After, or if you decide not to, we can advance you all forward in the time line to the end of your hyperspace jump, and you'll find yourselves dropping out of hyperspace in the New Holstice system.
As always you are all free to do something wildly different of your own imagining as well... So essentially what I'm saying is the that the ball is in your court, i.e. it's you guys' move.
After spending an hour or so rejiggering the various transponders and communication systems of the ship Son hinges the maintenance panel to the main computer control for the ship open. Wiping the grime and computer detritus from his clawed hands with a dirty rag. He reaches over to the wall & clicks the comm. "Alright, Rem there should be a momentary blackout in the system and then it should reboot with the new registry."
2d20kh1+7 mechanics Roll with Advantage = (14+)+7 = 21
Reaching over to grab a strawed drink Son takes a swig before plugging in a new data card and turning the big red switch that for some reason resets the main computer of the 'Pennywise'. For a moment the light's filling the compartment switch to emergency mode and the background humming of the engines switches off, only for both to revert to normal after a few moments. Son reaches back over to the commlink and keys it again, "Alright Rem that should have done it what are you seeing?"
Klulvae looks over the route Aevar has found, seeming to move the group from their current location to their eventual destination. He smiles and shakes his head. "Yes, this seems like the right route." In reality, the Jedi didn't really know what they were looking at. Tons of lines and blocks filled the screen, with some lines illuminated. Were those the lines to avoid? "Lead on!" he calls out to Aevar, thankful the miralukan knew how to work technology. Commlinks were already hard enough for him at times. How do you know when you're supposed to change channels or how to find the right one?
"Momentarry bla..." his screen went black for a moment, rebooting a minute or so later. Scanning through the files and finding the ship's registry, he grins widely. "I'm not a fan of the name, but no one will suspect who we really are, Son! Nicely done. The next drink we get is gonna have to be on me! But until then, strap yourself in boy, we're in for some chop!" He punches the hyperspace jump lever, and the crew quickly whizzes off to their next destination: New Holstice.
Dropping out of hyperspace, Rem's stomach churns a little. No matter how many times he'd go, he'd never be able to acclimate to the feeling. Taking some deep breaths, he surveys his surroundings. "Now to find that moon... BC-9, are we still able to follow those coordinates Ludweg sent us?"
"Affirmative Bravo Unit. The supplied coordinates point directly to the fourth moon of New Holstice Prime. Sensors indicate it is an ice moon whose atmosphere is comprised mainly of a nitrogen argon mix." The battle droid punches some buttons as the SCOMP link whirs in it's socket. A moment later the droids artificial voice continues, "This unit has located an emergency beacon near the edge of a continent in the southern hemisphere. Setting course for the signals point of origin."
As Aevar and Kluvae are engrossed in the map on the data pad Ryywhaaca is able to carefully open the driver's door of the land speeder. He deftly pops open the panel concealing the starter mechanism and puts out a few wires strips them back and re-inserts them in a different configuration. The late model speeder roars to life startling the two force users still standing 30 meters up the street.
As Klulvae tells Aevar to lead on, Ryywhacca starts up the speeder, causing Aevar to jump and nearly drop the datapad. After several seconds of fumbling to avoid dropping it, Aevar manages to recover it just as the landspeeder pulls up next to him. He spins around, and, after a few moments, turns back to Klulvae, hoping the Jedi knew what the Wookie had just said.
"What was that?"
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"He said to hop on and we can drive there." Klulvae restated as he proceeded to get into the land speeder. "Looks like Ryywhaaca knows a thing or two about hacking and splicing. As long as you, Aevar, can guide us with the map, then he can drive and I can keep watch and see if we're being followed by anything." With the group's game plan set, they set out to their destination.
Rem-Jas looked at the ice crystals forming worringly. If it was this cold, how was his friend surviving? Disheartened, he pushed the ship to go faster to where the crash was, hoping he'd still be alive. "BC-9!" he briskly states with worry and fear in his voice. "Keep your eyes peeled. There's a chance he's still alive, and we can't afford to waste a moment by being lazy."
OOC: If the ship has life sensors, he's going to use that in hopes of tracking where his friend is.
Ludweg lays huddled close to his dear friend. The life support is beginning to run low and he is coming to terms with the fact that they might not make it. Ice has formed over the entirety of the cockpit, so they can not even see outside of the ship. "Please hurry dear friend."Knowing it may cost him some of his life support time, he fears that his ship may become covered in ice and will not be able to spotted from above. Ludweg turns to the console on his side and enters the code for distress protocol. "Hopefully we don't attract the wrong kind of attention."Ludweg lays back down and closes his eyes, the elements are starting to creep their way into the ship as the temperature begins to drop.
The duros and the droid skillfully pilot the Luck Jakko aka The Pennyworth down towards the distress signal emanating from the downed ship. There's some chop as they make their way through the atmosphere but in a matter of a few moments they have penetrated the heavy cloud cover and are speeding through the dim evening light rapidly approaching the wreckage of Ludweg's ship.
Back on Chandrilla the couriers make their way northwest around the shore of the silver sea heading for the outskirts of the greater Hanna City metro area.
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"Eleutherian District. 351D Felval Turn. Silver Sea Breeze Lounge. In an unmarked brown box. Given to Caer Mildok with this message: 'Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this.' Your conformation is: 'She sends her love.' before midnight."
Aevar least the group in and out of the hustle and bustle of the Hana City, through streets, alleys, plazas, even a shopping mall and a old industrial park. Once when you guys are walking up a busy street the wookie draws some stares from some local toughs hanging out on the opposite side of the street, but the next moment Aevar's led you all down an alley and through a hole in a fence around the back side of a market. After an hour of this you all are beginning to think the miralukan has lost his mind, but 15 minuets and some sidelong looks at Aevar from a group of tourists in a cafe later, you find yourself standing on a small side street in front of an old neon sign that reads 'Silver Sea Breeze Lounge'...
The time now is 7:45pm Hanna City local time.
Klulvae was amazed at Aevar's ability to navigate the city with ease. It's like it was second nature to him. Klulvae would get lost on a near daily basis back in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, so to see someone who, he presumed, had never been to Hanna City working through it like a pro was impressive, to say the least. "Nicely done." he leans in and whispers to the miralukan.
With their duffle bags and sweetsleep in tow around their shoulders, Aevar and the crew enter the lounge, looking around carefully for how they might establish who Caer Mildok is.
OOC: Perception of 17.
The three unlikely couriers step inside the Silver Sea Breeze Lounge to find a sleepy little bar that appears to be populated by some dozen and a half patrons of various sorts. There's a soft buzz of music playing that was popular 20 or 30 years ago, and although the air is cool, it's heavy with old smells of alcohol, smoke, and regret. There are barely audible murmurs of quiet conversation from various points around the room, all of which are background to the conversation being had at the bar between the bartender, a waitress and three average looking patrons who's bearing and demeanor suggest them to be regular customers. They are talking about some bit of local news related to a recent city council meeting. On the whole the place sits somewhere in the middle of a spectrum that ranges from unremarkable working class to the upper end of high-functioning down-and-out.
Over the course of the first several minuets in the bar the strangers collect better than half a dozen stares of limited duration, but none of those onlookers seem to be able to manage enough interest to counteract the overwhelming tide of apathy that fills the neither-dim-nor-bright interior of this particular watering hole.
Meanwhile on board the Jakko, Rem, Son, and BC have just made the jump to hyperspace. As they slide through the Parlemian Trade Route, the battle droid informs them that the estimated ETA for new holistic is about 8 hours.
This gives you guys time to rest, reprogram the transponder, etc. Let me know what you want to do and then make the rolls for it.
" Does Ryyhwacca sees an unnatended transport nearby capable of carrying the three of them? )
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Klulvae motioned for the bartender to come to him, Ryywhaaca, and Aevar. "Welcome to the Silver Sea Breeze, fellas, what can I get you?" the large, human bartender said like a memorized script he repeated countless times throughout the day. Klulvae looked around suspiciously at the crowd. No lingering eyes currently... Drawing in closer to the bartender, he said in a low voice, "We were told a fellow by the name of Caer Mildok is waiting for us here. Do you know them?"
The bartender eyed them for a good moment, putting Klulvae on edge. Was this a set-up? He half expected the place to pull out pistols on 'em, but nothing of the sort happened. The bartender sighed, muttering something to himself, and then replied, "I'm Caer, what can I do for you?" The response caught Klulvae off guard. Were all drops this easy? But he couldn't suspect any foul play, so responded with the phrase, motioning to the dufflebag each of them carried, "Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this."
Caer looked mildly annoyed at the duffle bags, but said nothing, choosing to respond with, "How is Aunt Tilly?" Klulvae cooly countered after a moment of hesitation, when he realized that they had no way of confirming he was, in fact, Caer, "She sends her love. Now, how do we know you're Caer?"
Caer sighed and shook his head, "Why don't you go ask anyone in here what my name is and see what they tell you." Well, that's pretty bold. He looked around at the crowd. There wasn't a chance the entire place was in on it. "Good enough for me. Is there a back room for this, or should we just hand it to you right now?"
He certainly began to show frustration at how skilled the group was at drops like this. Rubbing his face with his hands, he nonchalantly took the duffel bags, one by one, and stowed them on the far side of the counter. Opening the last one to peek inside, he looked just as confused as Klulvae had been moments before. I wonder if he's a middle man too. Bigwigs never did this stuff face-to-face. The thought caused Klulvae to snort as he stood up his seat at the bar. "Well, that's all we were told to do. I guess we're out."
The bartender was persistent to get them drinks, a fact that didn't put Klulvae's mind at rest. Denying the requests, Klulvae and the group politely excused themselves, beginning on the next step of their journey: Barbican Hill. Nova Polis transit terminal. Locker number 42. 041136. Looking to Aevar, he gave him the get-that-doohickey-working-so-we-know-where-we're-going look.
Stepping out from the stale interior of the Silver Sea Breeze, and into the contrastingly cool refreshment of an actual breeze from the Silver Sea, the three unlikely couriers find themselves back out on Felval Turn, the deserted side street a few blocks south of the Silver Sea shoreline. As Aevar scrolls through the map on the data pad, an older model 4 door land speeder parked up the block catches Ryywhacca's eye.
The land speeder is unattended, and from the look of it has been parked there for a few days.
so to begin moving forward...
for the couriers:
You need to decide how your going to get to Barbican Hill. It is an outlying city near Hanna City.
for those in space:
Rem seemed to want to get the transponder modified before you all reach New Holstice; to do that Son needs to roll a mechanics check w/advantage. After, or if you decide not to, we can advance you all forward in the time line to the end of your hyperspace jump, and you'll find yourselves dropping out of hyperspace in the New Holstice system.
As always you are all free to do something wildly different of your own imagining as well... So essentially what I'm saying is the that the ball is in your court, i.e. it's you guys' move.
Aevar looks at the data pad. After a few minutes, he determines a decent route that the trio should take to get to Barbican Hill.
"Klulvae, Ryy, how does this route look to you guys?" Aevar shows the data pad to the other two, tracing a route to their destination.
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After spending an hour or so rejiggering the various transponders and communication systems of the ship Son hinges the maintenance panel to the main computer control for the ship open. Wiping the grime and computer detritus from his clawed hands with a dirty rag. He reaches over to the wall & clicks the comm. "Alright, Rem there should be a momentary blackout in the system and then it should reboot with the new registry."
2d20kh1+7
mechanics Roll with Advantage = (14+)+7 = 21Reaching over to grab a strawed drink Son takes a swig before plugging in a new data card and turning the big red switch that for some reason resets the main computer of the 'Pennywise'. For a moment the light's filling the compartment switch to emergency mode and the background humming of the engines switches off, only for both to revert to normal after a few moments. Son reaches back over to the commlink and keys it again, "Alright Rem that should have done it what are you seeing?"
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Klulvae looks over the route Aevar has found, seeming to move the group from their current location to their eventual destination. He smiles and shakes his head. "Yes, this seems like the right route." In reality, the Jedi didn't really know what they were looking at. Tons of lines and blocks filled the screen, with some lines illuminated. Were those the lines to avoid? "Lead on!" he calls out to Aevar, thankful the miralukan knew how to work technology. Commlinks were already hard enough for him at times. How do you know when you're supposed to change channels or how to find the right one?
"Momentarry bla..." his screen went black for a moment, rebooting a minute or so later. Scanning through the files and finding the ship's registry, he grins widely. "I'm not a fan of the name, but no one will suspect who we really are, Son! Nicely done. The next drink we get is gonna have to be on me! But until then, strap yourself in boy, we're in for some chop!" He punches the hyperspace jump lever, and the crew quickly whizzes off to their next destination: New Holstice.
Dropping out of hyperspace, Rem's stomach churns a little. No matter how many times he'd go, he'd never be able to acclimate to the feeling. Taking some deep breaths, he surveys his surroundings. "Now to find that moon... BC-9, are we still able to follow those coordinates Ludweg sent us?"
"Affirmative Bravo Unit. The supplied coordinates point directly to the fourth moon of New Holstice Prime. Sensors indicate it is an ice moon whose atmosphere is comprised mainly of a nitrogen argon mix." The battle droid punches some buttons as the SCOMP link whirs in it's socket. A moment later the droids artificial voice continues, "This unit has located an emergency beacon near the edge of a continent in the southern hemisphere. Setting course for the signals point of origin."
The wookiee approaches the landspeeder while the others try to figure out the better route to go to their next step.
he will try to open the door and access inside, if he succeed then he will try to bypass the controls and start up the landspeeder.
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As Aevar and Kluvae are engrossed in the map on the data pad Ryywhaaca is able to carefully open the driver's door of the land speeder. He deftly pops open the panel concealing the starter mechanism and puts out a few wires strips them back and re-inserts them in a different configuration. The late model speeder roars to life startling the two force users still standing 30 meters up the street.
As The Pennyworth descends into the atmosphere of Hosnian Prime's fourth moon, Amundsen, ice crystals begin to form on the viewports.
Ryywhacca pulls the old landspeeder next to the two force users.
"Rhoww Haarggww Whroo" ( Do you want a ride?)
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As Klulvae tells Aevar to lead on, Ryywhacca starts up the speeder, causing Aevar to jump and nearly drop the datapad. After several seconds of fumbling to avoid dropping it, Aevar manages to recover it just as the landspeeder pulls up next to him. He spins around, and, after a few moments, turns back to Klulvae, hoping the Jedi knew what the Wookie had just said.
"What was that?"
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"He said to hop on and we can drive there." Klulvae restated as he proceeded to get into the land speeder. "Looks like Ryywhaaca knows a thing or two about hacking and splicing. As long as you, Aevar, can guide us with the map, then he can drive and I can keep watch and see if we're being followed by anything." With the group's game plan set, they set out to their destination.
Rem-Jas looked at the ice crystals forming worringly. If it was this cold, how was his friend surviving? Disheartened, he pushed the ship to go faster to where the crash was, hoping he'd still be alive. "BC-9!" he briskly states with worry and fear in his voice. "Keep your eyes peeled. There's a chance he's still alive, and we can't afford to waste a moment by being lazy."
OOC: If the ship has life sensors, he's going to use that in hopes of tracking where his friend is.
Ludweg lays huddled close to his dear friend. The life support is beginning to run low and he is coming to terms with the fact that they might not make it. Ice has formed over the entirety of the cockpit, so they can not even see outside of the ship. "Please hurry dear friend." Knowing it may cost him some of his life support time, he fears that his ship may become covered in ice and will not be able to spotted from above. Ludweg turns to the console on his side and enters the code for distress protocol. "Hopefully we don't attract the wrong kind of attention." Ludweg lays back down and closes his eyes, the elements are starting to creep their way into the ship as the temperature begins to drop.
The duros and the droid skillfully pilot the Luck Jakko aka The Pennyworth down towards the distress signal emanating from the downed ship. There's some chop as they make their way through the atmosphere but in a matter of a few moments they have penetrated the heavy cloud cover and are speeding through the dim evening light rapidly approaching the wreckage of Ludweg's ship.
Back on Chandrilla the couriers make their way northwest around the shore of the silver sea heading for the outskirts of the greater Hanna City metro area.
Can everyone post their passive perception please!