“We are mercenaries- and worth a premium, I might add. Who do you suggest we speak to? We don’t know anything about this war, or who the factions are. We were impressed your queen seemed to be worth seeking out.”
"Well that depends on what you want. If its pure money than the royal guard is your bet to go with, Except i doubt some knowbodies from off world will ever get that chance so early on"
"Zolo fidgets a bit, feeling strange without this weapons but he quickly composes himself, "Well then, I think that will change every soon. You'll find that the Hydian Raiders know how to get the job done!" Zolo cries, again improvising a name on the spot. "Can you lead us to the captain of the guard? Or whoever is in charge of hiring."
Zolol will lean in to whisper to his companions. "I dunno I was just trying it out, it makes us sound more professional to have a name. Still, I'm not married to it, we can change it just say I misspoke or something."
“No worries” Fayva whispers and winks. “We need something- before we meet this queen”.
“Yes- we’d like to see the captain of your guard, or whomever else is in charge of orders. We’d like to help however we can. I think you will find us worthy!” Fayva says out loud.
(( Soldier Background )) In his best joking mockery of an 'angry drill sergeant voice: "Are you ******* with me private? Am I a joke to you? Did I speak a form of Galactic Basic that you somehow fail to comprehend? Yes. A bar. A place a soldier can go to drink alcohol and catch up with other soldiers, and possibly get laid. The primordial home of PTSD relief and the bane of every MP on every backwater planet ever known. The place where privates like you both lose their virginity and their cred stick. You know, where you mom met your dad, and then every other guy in his platoon."
Korvo raises an eyebrow, but keeps a calm professional voice. "A Captain, eh? Apologies if my joke was out of line sir, I never made it past Technical Sergeant, and the grunt's mindset is still hardwired. In my experience this sort of misunderstanding is common. Dirt-eaters and brass rarely understand one another, I'm sure it's that way in every military. That said, could you direct us to whomever we need to speak to regarding work?"
Korvo raises an eyebrow, but keeps a calm professional voice. "A Captain, eh? Apologies if my joke was out of line sir, I never made it past Technical Sergeant, and the grunt's mindset is still hardwired. In my experience this sort of misunderstanding is common. Dirt-eaters and brass rarely understand one another, I'm sure it's that way in every military. That said, could you direct us to whomever we need to speak to regarding work?"
Persuasion = 7
"We have someone getting the captain of the guard right now. They should be back shortly"
Korvo, feeling like he might have completely failed at bonding with these fellow soldiers, steps back and to the side of Fayva, mumbling into the comms. "Yeh... these guys are a bit too touchy. Gonna leave this to you."
“We are mercenaries- and worth a premium, I might add. Who do you suggest we speak to? We don’t know anything about this war, or who the factions are. We were impressed your queen seemed to be worth seeking out.”
fayva says with a friendly smile.
"Well that depends on what you want. If its pure money than the royal guard is your bet to go with, Except i doubt some knowbodies from off world will ever get that chance so early on"
"Zolo fidgets a bit, feeling strange without this weapons but he quickly composes himself, "Well then, I think that will change every soon. You'll find that the Hydian Raiders know how to get the job done!" Zolo cries, again improvising a name on the spot. "Can you lead us to the captain of the guard? Or whoever is in charge of hiring."
Korvo, with mock exasperation, speaks under his breath. "Did you have to call s raiders?"
“Reply: ai did not agree to that name. Why not Hydian Hitmen or something that is better.”
Zolol will lean in to whisper to his companions. "I dunno I was just trying it out, it makes us sound more professional to have a name. Still, I'm not married to it, we can change it just say I misspoke or something."
“No worries” Fayva whispers and winks. “We need something- before we meet this queen”.
“Yes- we’d like to see the captain of your guard, or whomever else is in charge of orders. We’d like to help however we can. I think you will find us worthy!” Fayva says out loud.
"Alright. Ill get the guard captain then. wait here" He walks off but the rest of them stay to watch you
"So..." Korvo says to the remaining soldiers. "What's the best watering hole around here?"
"Watering hole? Do you mean a bar or something"
(( Soldier Background )) In his best joking mockery of an 'angry drill sergeant voice: "Are you ******* with me private? Am I a joke to you? Did I speak a form of Galactic Basic that you somehow fail to comprehend? Yes. A bar. A place a soldier can go to drink alcohol and catch up with other soldiers, and possibly get laid. The primordial home of PTSD relief and the bane of every MP on every backwater planet ever known. The place where privates like you both lose their virginity and their cred stick. You know, where you mom met your dad, and then every other guy in his platoon."
"I was a captain actually, Before i joined the guard. But ya, The are a few around the city"
“Well- we’d be interested in your favorite spots. Any advice for us on getting a good job with your force?
(She tries persuasing him to get some info or advice)
22
or 11 if better assuming help from korvo.
"Don't be a dick, And don't be pushy"
Korvo raises an eyebrow, but keeps a calm professional voice. "A Captain, eh? Apologies if my joke was out of line sir, I never made it past Technical Sergeant, and the grunt's mindset is still hardwired. In my experience this sort of misunderstanding is common. Dirt-eaters and brass rarely understand one another, I'm sure it's that way in every military. That said, could you direct us to whomever we need to speak to regarding work?"
Persuasion = 8
Jan will help Korvo in pursuading the captian.
(( Bump ))
"We have someone getting the captain of the guard right now. They should be back shortly"
Korvo, feeling like he might have completely failed at bonding with these fellow soldiers, steps back and to the side of Fayva, mumbling into the comms. "Yeh... these guys are a bit too touchy. Gonna leave this to you."
“Well, usually I’m pretty charming… but sometimes it backfires, with military types.” Fayva smiles and winks.