Independent Job: The Proposition
The Galaxy is in turmoil. The GALACTIC EMPIRE, ruling with an iron fist, has repressed the Galaxy to the point of despair. Yet in spite of these dark times, many struggle to carve their destinies through unfailing willpower.
A motley crew of miscreants and scoundrels, traversing the Galaxy upon their ship, the AEON HARBINGER, have proven a tenacious, if unlikey, mercenary crew.
Because of their growing infamy, they find themselves attracting the attention of the Galaxy's outlaw elite...
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| Dantooine |
Jallo's Place
As the rest of the crew continues to negotiate their next job, you find yourselves wandering into more...seasoned part of the Dantooine spaceport. You feel at home, the smell of burning trash brings a familiar yet comforting sting to your eyes. The scum and villainy of Dantooine gather in this small sector, far from the ever prying eyes of the local law enforcement, and the Empire.Jallo's Place, the pub from which your contact caught wind of the pirates looking for a good smuggler, lies ahead, the neon sign shorting every few seconds, but ever-burning. Swaggering towards the rusting, trash encrusted entrance, you feel the eyes of the local miscreants upon you, probing you for any sign of weakness swiftly exploited.
The inside of the pub matches the exterior, unsurprisingly. The Quarren tending bar eyes you, lowering a drink from which his face tentacles churn, dripping the potent brew down his front and onto the bar. The bar is is bustling, but one group seems to repel the others like oil to water. To your right, a diverse pack of tough-looking brutes gesture towards you, muttering under their collective breath.
At the head of the table, a Twi'lek with the looks to cow a Wookiee, raises an eyebrow on his heavily scarred face, rippled from scorched burns. That will be your man. Dro'sa Blund'erra...infamous pirate.
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| Dro'sa Blund'erra |
As with before, post your characters actions in character, adding an Out of Character (OOC) explanation to accompany or clarify if you choose. When using attacks or skills post it with the skill specified, followed by the accompanying modifiers. I will roll all dice and post the results, along with a descriptive account of what happens.
Example:
[Obi-Wan Kenobi]
Obi-Wan turns to the thug with a gentle smile. 'This little one isn't worth the effort. Come let me get you something.'
[OOC]
We are trying to keep a low profile, so I am going to try to be as friendly as possible and offer the guy a drink.
[Tech]
Persuasion +8
After this I will roll the dice and let you know the results:
Though you are trying to be as amiable as possible, the drunken fool will have none of it. Shoving Luke aside, he whips out his blaster in the blink of an eye and prepares to fire...
[Tech]
Persuasion +8: (Natural 1! a Failure)
Let me know if there are any questions.
For Atmosphere
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDgrgol-LLY
[Mkkt Frool]
ReplyDeleteMkkt and Rezurah waltz into the disheveled pub and pay mind to the grimy group of pirates, beckoning us. As we make our way to the table, I tell Rezurah, in a hushed tone, "Be wary of yer surroundins. Many have fallen victim to the thugs wanderin' in this place."
"Good evenin' lads!" I say whilst flinging two of my arms aside, gesturing the whole table. Looking to the large Twi'lek, I say, "You must be Dro'sa. I hear you have a task that needs to be completed. This be true?"
[OOC]
SOOOOOOO excited to be doin this again!
[Rezurah]
ReplyDeleteWhile Mkkt is taking care of the niceties, Rezurah is looking around the bar for any uninvited eaves dropping.
[TECH]
Perception +6
'Aye, I'm CAPTAIN Drosa,' grunts the burly Twi'lek in a baritone that rattles blasters in their holsters. 'You must be the smugglers our...mutual contact spoke of. I would assume you are available to take a job. Do you transport...live cargo?'
ReplyDeleteThe dour group around the table stare pointedly at you both, hanging on your response. It better be a good one.
Rezurah swaggers around the edges of the group, taking in the seedy surroundings. Moist tabletops, the sticky floors, most patrons don't seem worth the swill in their mugs. The belching Quarren bartender, the concubine hanging on the Rodian's arm...he shifts as she whispers some nothings and you see the glint of something resting beneath his hand.
A holorecorder.
[Tech]
First roll of the game and... Natural 20!
[OOC]
Jeez, I agree its been. Let's actually finish an adventure on this blog, shall we?
[Rezurah]
ReplyDeleteRezurah walks up to the table and leans in expecting the table to do the same. "It is not safe to talk here", shooting her eyes toward the rodian, while tapping her fingers on the table.
[OOC]
Rezurah hopes the motion with her hand will cause the table to look at the Rodian's hand.
[Mkkt]
ReplyDeleteOnce Rezurah interupted the conversation, Mkkt knew something wasn't right. In correlation to her statement, Mkkt replies, "Perhaps we could meet somewhere 'more quiet'."
Captain Blund'erra rises from the table. The crew starts sniggering, trying to stifle their sudden good humor.
ReplyDelete'The problem with these Mid-rim planets...'He begins, 'Is that sometimes my good name doesn't quite make it this far.' He downs his drink.
He strides casually to the bar, holding his glass by the rim. Sauntering up beside the Rodian, given little more than a sidelong glance, The Cap'n motions for another round.
'You'd think that an IMPERIAL SPY would have the...'intelligence' to know better!'
A huge hand shoots out and clasps the Rodian's wrist, pinning it to the table. The other proceeds to pound the pinned hand into a shattered mess (with the recorder beneath it) with the base of the empty glass. The spy slinks away, whimpering.
'Looks like you all know my name now.'
[Mkkt]
ReplyDeleteSeeing the 'head on' attitude of this fine Twi'lek gentlemen, Mkkt claps with all four hands and says, "Ah, yer my kinda fighter. I knew there be somethin' I liked about ya." I accompany Dro'sa back to the table, and have a seat. "Since that be out of the way, let us continue. So, what, or rather whom, might we be deliverin'?"
'My relative obscurity here is not quite an...accident. In the Neti system, mine own sector, it is a different story.'
ReplyDeleteHe glances up at both of you. 'Sit down.'
'You see, Its becomin' more and more difficult to operate openly for me.. and the rest of the Shiny Apocalypse gang. The Empire, ya know?'
He spits, his crew does the same.
'Well, turns out I fell in with some folks who hate it just as much as I do, maybe more! And I want to help 'em out. So before I tell ya what the cargo is, you gotta take the job. 4000 credits on a one way trip for the cargo to be delivered to Neti II, and transferred to an outbound supply shuttle.'
'What do ya say?'
[Mkkt]
ReplyDeleteMkkt nods his head, "Sounds simple enough. Now, what creature might we be deliverin'?" His curiosity peaking, Mkkt leans in to hear the answer.
'Well...they call 'emselves...the Rebel Alliance. A small task force. That outbound transport is goin' somewhere mighty important, and they've made it a priority to get aboard...quietly. That's about all I can tell ya, because that's all they've told me. Actually, they hired ME to do it, but my appearance would garner some...undue attention. So I outsource it to you.'
ReplyDelete[Mkkt]
ReplyDeleteMkkt begins laughing with relief. "Ya had me worried there for a moment. We've worked with them before; though, they tend to make things sound easier than they really argh. Do ya know where we're supposed to be meetin' 'em?"
'They're gonna meet you, back at your ship. Or rather, their team commander will rendezvous with you before actually commencing the mission. This'll be my personal comm ID if you need to contact us; you won't be in direct contact with them until you actually meet.'
ReplyDeleteOne of the crew slides you a card with a transponder ID scribbled on it.
'If you can help it, don't call me until the job is done. I don't want anyone around here knowin' I've thrown my lot in with a bunch of freedom fighting idealists.'
'Questions?'
[Mkkt]
ReplyDeleteMkkt inquires, "When might we be gettin' paid? No further questions."
To Be Continued...
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