[Star Wars] Privateer

[ChrisGabriel]

19 ABY, Lantillies

The area is bustling with life. Almost like in the core words, people from all kinds of races found their jobs and living in the area. Not surprising, the system was a main focus point for the Republic, then the Empire. Fought over by Imperials and the Rebels. It not only hosted numerous bases but all kinds of facilities. From the biggest shipyards to enough people to fill big ships with competent people if needed.

Presently it is a stronghold of the New Republic.

The planet Lantillies is located in the Lantillies system, a star system in the Lantillian sector of the Mid Rim. The capital of the Lantillian sector, Lantillies fell within the boundaries of the region of space commonly known as the Kashyyyk Region. A bustling city-world, Lantillies is a major player in shipping and shipbuilding industries, as it is located along the Perlemian Trade Route and sit at the end of the Randon Run hyperlane that links Lantillies with Randon, the capital of the nearby Mytaranor sector.

The region of space around Lantillies have an average population of 10 to 100 billion sentients per inhabited planet...

Lantillians, as Lantillies' inhabitants is known, are primarily Human, though they are well-known for their disinterest in flashiness or elegance in starship design, as they place a priority on reliability. Lantillians are also rather open-minded about alien species, freely admitting them into their companies and guilds without prejudice.

The Galactic Civil War is at its height, the Caamas Document Crisis and the supposed return of Admiral Thrawn... Still, there is whispers of peace talks, and a threaty is on its way...

 

[ChrisGabriel]

It starts with a slightly uncommon day. While not unusual, as we find ourselves in a spacer bar.

Grey's Anatomy

A somewhat seedy establishment that balances on being legal and still skirts the law - where you can find people from around the area, spacers stretching their legs, up to no good individuals, and the occasional tourist off the beaten path. Some comes here for interesting news or stories, others looking for off the payroll but almost legal jobs, or maybe you are among the few who is here for the atmosphere or the warm drink called Earl Grey, a tea. Maybe you are one of the tourists.

The floorplan is quite usual, the door from the outside opens into a 10m x 10m room with four tables, with a clear way to the staircase that leads to the second floor. The bar part encompasses the whole back wall, and spreads upwards, so there is a gallery feeling. Then it gets a little bit unusual. The back wall of the bar is a mirror - or at least covered in a very reflective material, and before that it is filled from wall to wall, floor to ceiling with chrome and clear plastic shelves, or just freely hanging bottles and all kinds of containers with beverages.

The warm drinks are made at the bar-counter, one on each floor, but any ingredients or drinks are gathered from the back wall, and presented by the acrobatics bartender, who is wearing rubber ropes attached to a harness and flieas around almost like in zero-G. With a slight whirr, the ropes are kept taut by small motors in all eight corners of the bar... Sometimes the sexless human skeleton - which the bartender resembles because the coloring of clothes and body-painting - does acrobatics moves in the air.

There must be at least three different bartender at different times, as their size and body type differs.

But back to you, and your table. Beng downstairs, where four tables are easily able to accommodate eight people each, or on the upper level, where they somehow inserted eight smaller, four person tables, it feels like an usual time. Half filled to capacity, people ordering at the bar, and either waiting there for the drinks, or choosing a seat and waiting for the small robotic trays running along the ceiling rails, to lower the orders to the table.

You can order from a small terminal that lays on every table, wireless, and you can also pay there. Nothing more than an interactive menu and wine list. There is crackers and nuts and other kinds of nibble-foods that gets refilled when the robot brings the order... But somehow still gets to put on your tab.

The corner tables are almost like separate boxes, but the two at the bar more open to the bar-tender, and the whole place is covered by constant music at low volume that somehow muffles all the other sounds around, leaving you with the feeling of being in a much bigger room than you is. The shaded spotlights over the tables has the option of changing colors.

If someone want to smoke, the upper floor middle table has the capability to keep the smoke from spreading. It is also a different table, and on fridays it is opens up a friendly card game competition.

The propreitor is Mr. and Mrs. Grey, at the end of their middle age. The woman - if present - sometimes converses with the patrons, and some in the know friends call her Mouser. Her husband is sometimes referred as Mr. Wizard, or Dolph, to his friends. And you do not want to anger those friends.

Today's unrury crowd is consisting some aliens too, as it is not unusual. One table downstairs, closest to the bar is filled with Bothans, and there is some other lonely aliens on the upper floor. A tall Arcona with a staff and with an emroideered cloak is the most... different from the usual crowd around these parts. A Rodian youngster is spreading a leaflet with a coupon advertising the Two-Headed Axel, a near by dinner.

 

[dancrilis]

Vella Kain

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Vella knew she was short on credits recently, only 300 remaining meant she had to downsize her lodgings and even than would only have five days including food remaining and while getting free things was easy it never hurt to be prepared with ones own money.

Dressed in low cut top laced up to highlight her breasts she was otherwise fairly modest in how she presented herself, her blaster clearly displayed in case anyone had any thoughts on troubling her and a confidence in her walk that indicated some skill.

She had already reached out with the force to note of any like her were relatively nearby - while she routinely masked her own presence she was aware that there were untrained people out there that simply couldn't hid themselves from her skill, and even with that limitation she didn't want to meet them, Dela's instruction to remain hidden had worked for her and while her ambitions might eventually have her see about training others in turn she was simple not ready yet.

All of this had brought her to Grey's Anatomy news from off world would be plentiful, anyone new to the planet needing work done might be here - hooking up some mercenaries with off world work would have a decent finders fee at little risk, and if everything else failed she could simple make some easy money gambling, the friday poker game might be interesting depending on stakes - harder to win than dice, but not overly if was willing to simple cheat lightly.

With the aim in place she made her way around the room chatting to anyone who looked interesting and might be game for some dice where they could discuss matters, it was a simple matter to seperate people from there money when you could manipulate the result of any dice roll with the force - but she used this sparingly, playing fair paying for info that was sensitive and than making the money back as needed, she was well acquainted with simple focusing on small items to make them match her needs.

Actions

Use the force (take 10): 20 - detect any force sensitive people nearby so she can avoid them (it gets her an understanding to 100km so she would have done this from home).
Use the force (take 10): 20 - to confirm if any of her actions will have negative consequences in the immediate, she doesn't want a bar brawl or to be accused of cheating.
Gather Information (take 10): 20 - to gather info on off world activities and if anyone wants to hire locals for anything, and what the stakes of the friday poker game would be.
Persuasion (take 10): 20 - to get people to join her in a dice game initially and have others join when any leave (might mean increasing their attitude, or getting cheaper info).
If needed Use the force (take 10): 20 - to move light objects as needed to make easy money from gambling and pay for the info, and to make she she is breaking even.

 

[1FunSonofaGun]

Bysk Ka'an

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Bysk glanced around as he walked into the bar warily. The trandoshan male stood out in general, and though many would consider a place like this much more comfortable for his kind, Bysk just felt even more alienated. While there were very few species other than humans here, Bysk had always found himself in the minority as a trandoshan. At the very least, he had been raised by a human, it didn't matter much what the demographic of any place was to him. He got eyes from gazes to glares of all species anyways. Sure he could hide when need be, but the trandoshan was far from 'stealthy'.

On top of that, Bysk really didn't fit the bill of intimidation that his kind brought, and the wary or despising looks he received because of it he couldn't even back up like most others like him. The alien was rather gentle in actuality, as repairs often required a gentle touch, along with the sometimes powerful strength his anatomy DID hold. Most would assume him to be a mercenary or bounty hunter, but the kits and equipment he held were truly just tools. In all fairness, however, the reason Bysk was here in this Grey's Anatomy bar was to get a gun without exactly going through beaurocratic means. While Bysk was, in general, kind and peaceful, he'd stand up for himself in self defense without much hesitation. He didn't want to have to wait in an unfamiliar place to be able to. Growing up in the outer rim didn't teach the trandoshan to have any sort of high standard of respect for laws and regulations. He had his morals, that's what he followed.

Bysk had made with a number he found on a holoboard that promised him to fix all of his licensing needs. Though nothing distinctly illegal was claimed on the low-level advertisement, itvwas quite clear that to acquire this kind of thing would be done, at the very least, underhandedly. He was to meet here for further details, though Bysk hoped this wouldn't take long. He doubted the bartenders would be too happy to have people loitering around in his business, and being a large trandoshan, the only of his kind, he doubted her could stay low from the owner's attention. With a measly 250 credits left after buying a flightsuit and security kit for his work, Bysk didn't want to have to buy something here unless he really needed to.

Actions

Perception (roll 19+3=22): Searching for Daesha'vida, trying to discern who she is likely to be among the crowd of aliens, as the woman is still a stranger to him. Also checking the crowd in general along with his search for those with their eyes on him and for anyone standing out as well, as they could be Daesha.

 

[RPG-Girl]

Daesha'vida​

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For the most part, as she relaxed at her table, a hand that was deceptively slim and delicate would reach down, lifting the cup of tea to her lips, dark green lips against the grey cup. It was pleasing to the palate, though she was unsure of the practicality of making this a common part of her meals. On the one hand, several human cultures thought there was something symbolic about tea, the offering, the preparation and the consumption. On the other hand, she did like some of the wines a good bit more.

Still, as she looked over the crowd, an eye almost lazily flicking over everything, as a hand played over the computer she always had on her, she wondered what she would be able to find out about this little place? What secrets would she uncover.... and why exactly, did her clan think this was a place ripe for expansion? She would have to look into things. Still, there was likely business to conduct.

Her current supply of funds was.... not particularly extensive, even if she was going to be relying on trading in favors and deals, bargaining rather then simply making the arrangements. Still, the thing about favors, when one considers them, is that they can be used for so much more then most expect, to create chains more enduring then any mere physical construct. After all, even as a smile passes over her lips, debts are a useful thing... so long as you were not the one owing them.

Actions

Perception to scan the crowd, see anything not quite in plain sight that may be interesting, particularly the uncomfortable or desperate; 1d20+8= 21

Gather Information to listen to the current rumors and news; Taking ten= 26

Knowledge (Galactic Lore) to see if she has heard anything about the planet of late; Taking 10= 20

 

[ChrisGabriel]

While not the only bar on the planet, not even the only one in the city, or the district, or even the street, Grey's Anatomy still had a reputation to be high class enough to get visited if you vere a travelling noble, or to still visit it if you was just a cleaned up street scoundrel.

Add to it that the owners had connections to both sides of life - or maybe even more, if there was more sides to it - and the agreable prices would bring in all kinds of people. But.. spacers. People who flew around the Galaxy, and they would not know too much local establishments, at least ones like the Grey's Anatomy.

There was rumors that if you really needed it, you could get served with contacts too, not just drinks. And you usually did not pick a fight if you wanted to leave in one piece. Jedi and Sith was a myth, but Mouser could put a real bullet in jour head from across the room, and Mr. Wizard could make an enraged Wookie leave asking for forgiviness.

Vella Kain

There are force sensitive people, but you are only able to sense Force Users, who are not only know the skill of Use the Force, but also has Force Sensitivity. There are 8 in a 100 km area, 3 in a 10 kilometer area, and one in a kilometer diameter close to the Bar. But you can only pinpoint one who is 9 km from you, under the city... The others are either too weak or hide better...

You try to confirm if any of your actions would have immediate negative consequencesas a bar brawl or to be accused of cheating. You act accordingly.

There are a lot of almost legal jobs floating around, spaceships needing co-pilots, mechanics, gunner, or just an able hand, there are prospect of becoming "entertainers" for shipboard people... But there is a summer lull in the shady dealings, or almost everyone is working with a full crew. You still stop a conversation or two because you think it would end badly, as in either in prison, or as a slave... The easier cons make you think that they are not even trying really, just flexing their conning muscles for the more clueless ones.
There are some jobs for you:
- Fixing things planetside, or joining a crew to be their fix-it-girl. The pay is lousy with these, and only good if you need money to live or want to travel The Axis (Perlemian Trade Route) towards the Core.
- Helping with some info-gathering, someone has a couple of names she needs information about. There are people and businnesses on the list, would take up a lot of computer time, and even more foot-work for you to earn about a thousand credits, maybe if you find some really juicy bits, half of that as extra.

Off-world news are more widespread, thus you would need to be more specific what kind of "activity" interests you. Stellar phenomena? Squirmishes? Pirates? Empire Remnants? Admiral Thrawn and the Caamas Document Crisis? (the latter two you can google for...)

The stakes of the friday poker game usually counted in hundreds of credits or maybe contacts, even information, but these days there is a starship lottery in the air by the Lantillian Spacers' Brotherhood, and people are supposedly could play in their tickets or shares if the prices goes over a thousand...

You get some humans, a Bothan, and a Verpine called Bzzt to play, the last one would be getting all the mechanic works if you do not want them. There is also "the Hapan Prince", Tristian Chisold, who has all the girls swooning for him, yourself included... Well, he is the best looking male in the whole bar, not too young, not too old (think James Bond kind of suave). And he has money, buys you drinks, and plays on your level... He has some chips in for the poker game.

The interesting people - not counting the Bothans - are a Vespine playing some kind of dice-game with others, and a very handsome human man, also playing there, with a comely redhead. The newly arrived Trandoshan and the Twi'lek beauty sitting alone looking amused nothwithstanding, it was still a human crowd.

Daesha'vida

Lantillies is a peaceful planet, bustling with activity. More recent news is that the Third New Republic Fleet is doing businnes with the the near by Contruum Shipyards instead of the Lantillian one - the latter in the hands of the Tagge Company. This makes the fleet set up shop nearer to that sector and planet, taking up a more stand-back position while the supposedly peace talks commence between the factions of the New Republic, some of which is taking place on the planet.

Off-world news are more widespread, thus you would need to be more specific what kind of "activity" interests you. Stellar phenomena? Squirmishes? Pirates? Empire Remnants? Admiral Thrawn and the Caamas Document crisis? (the latter two you can google for...)

 

[dancrilis]

Vella Kain

The Caamas Document Crisis was perhaps a means to end the republic and it was unlikely that star systems would bend knee to the remnant of the empire after being freed, so she pushed gently on that topic whether there would be live discussion by meaningful people on it and the handling - turning the members of the republic against the idea of the republic would be good - but a galactic war seemed a poor trade off for that, if she was to get involved she wanted to do it from a safe position and ideally without to much blood needing to be shed.

Tristian held her attention almost because he held her attention few people really did for long - one could not get overly attached or interested in others lives in her view, still she flirted lightly with him and occassionally offered a mischievous smile to her competition on his attention also when they caught her eye - "so a man of wealth and taste, what does bring you here" she asked with a smile, there may be more than a thousand credits available in playing him right - and without unneeded foot work, still is all else failed tonight she could see herself doing the info-gathering work if needed those credits would cover her expances for a while until she setup a larger score.

Her eyes flitted to the Trandoshan with a smile - commonly mercenaries for hire and often good at it she had worked with some before enough to actually learn their language in fact for spotting betrayals - she waved to him to come over calling in Dosh "friend, care to join, the game is friendly enough and you look like you might have a story or two" she smiled at him.

 

[1FunSonofaGun]

Bysk's head peeked up at the language of Dosh, words of his own kind but clearly not from the throat of a trandoshan. Humans would always have an accent in speaking the language, just like despite being raised learning basic, he would still have an accent with it due to the anatomy of his throat. Of course it was much less than that of a regular t'doshok, as his kind was called in Dosh. It was a little funny how it was a secondary language to the large alien, but thanks to his father Bysk knew it fluently nonetheless.

"(Friend? Oh, well, I'm not one for gambling typically, but perhaps a few games.)" Bysk spoke back in Dosh, trying to seem the best he could that he was a generic, deadly killer. Why would he assume this woman wanted something else in calling a trandoshan over? Of course his words weren't the most uncaring or malicious he could have made theme, but perhaps this woman old either chalk it up to his young age, or that he had respect for her waking Dosh. Or...maybe this was Daesha'vida? He had stated that he would stand out in a crowd over their communication to meet up for his blaster pistol and license. Even if she wasn't the contact, at least interacting with her and this group would mean he wasn't loitering.

Actions

Deception (1d20 roll 14 +1=15): Trying to convincingly portray himself as a mercenary trandoshan and typical heartless killer, which yes he has ironically tried to train himself to do in the mirror back home.

 

[RPG-Girl]

As she nursed her tea, and roamed over the available data, she would activate the comlink that fit into her ear, something discreet and easy to hide. Still, she would direct it to the trandoshan that entered, one Bysk Ka'an by the information she had available to her. Still, it would partially depend on if the reptile had his comlink on him, even as she would have her fingers dance over the keys, looking to narrow down her search to Pirate and Empire activity. Those generally tended to be the more... annoying and profitable groups to work with.

"Would you care to join me in my booth?" From there, she would give some directions, even as she seemed to think things over. After a half moment, she would speak again, all in Basic. "Of course, I would hardly mind if a young male such as yourself did not at least attempt to gain some funds in the traditional manner of such establishments." There was something amused in her tones, which would sound oddly refined, coming through the comlink.

Of course, if he did not receive it, she would merely continue to watch and observe, taking note of the various interactions.

 

[1FunSonofaGun]

Bysk felt his pocket buzz and he paused as he sat down beside Vella. Not knowing who the others where, or really her for that matter, he decided to keep the conversation in Dosh to not have to talk with the easy-on-the-eyes human or his constituents.

"(I probably need to take this. I'm expecting somebody.)" Bysk told the redhead beside him who was much more attractive to Bysk than the man across the table, but then again Bysk was into females and not really men.

"Hello? Who iss this?" The trandoshan asked quietly into his commlink, it strapping around his neck with almost a cute juxtaposition of a collar around his bulky frame. He suspected it was Daesha, which meant the woman beside him was not. Maybe the redhead was a contact meant to feel our Bysk before Daesha would meet him?

 

[Tenshi]

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Female Zabrack Scout (Wilderness Guide and Mechanic)
HP 44/44, Condition Normal
Defenses: Fort 18, Reflex 19, Will 16
Destiny Points 4
Force Points 7

The green girl swung the door open and strode boldly into Gray's Anatomy. High heeled boots tapped on the tile. The knee high boots were glossy black, zipped up one side. The gloss made the duraplast striking surfaces on toes, shins, and knees fairly subtle.

Boots gave way to tight, toned legs of silky green flesh. Tight hot pants hugged flared hips. A utility belt rested sideways on her fertile hips. Shorts gave way to a snug black leather corset that held full green breasts high and proud, pushing up a generous expanse of cleavage above the neckline. The green girl had a dark rose hair that fell straight and silky to the small of her back. Bellow it, a crown of small black horns adorned her brow. The tall girls arms were toned and supple, just thick enough to hint at that muscle could chord there if she flexed--just a bit.

She wore finger less gloves that matched her corset and boots, complete with the subtle striking surfaces, and a wrist com. A duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Beneath it was a rifle case containing a sporting blaster--the kind any civilian might take hunting, or any country girl might use to drive small predators away from her ranch.

The redhead's eyes widened a bit as she took in the scenery. Then full lips spread into a grin. She laughed a little bit. "My uncle would not believe how this place has changed." She made her way to a table, sitting as if by instinct at the table next to a booth with a trandoshan. (For all their bad habits, Shanta admired the hunter's ethos of the few she'd met.) There was a twi'lek in the booth too, a good looking girl--and green. Shanta liked green. She picked up menu and reviewed the drinks on offer.

 

[RPG-Girl]

Speaking softly, even as the green skinned woman would be approaching her, she would be looking to be subtle, to be hidden about this. There was no reason to draw attention, even as she wished to avoid making a scene. Those were almost always... annoying to deal with. "Why Mister Ka'an, while we had discussed the matter of what it would take to have your tools arrive, we never did finalize the paperwork." There was something amused, something knowing in the voice.

"When you have a free moment, feel free to join me in my booth. I do think that I'm the only Twi'lek here after all." It was hardly as if she was hiding her species, the name done in the traditional style. "Still, do not hurry on my account, as it would be somewhat unseemly of me to take you away from the pleasures offered here."

And with that, and a smile, she would deactivate the comlink, as the Zabrack woman would sit at her nearby table.. Still, she would look over, and there was interest in her eyes, even as she would seem to be... well, she always seemed amused, as the eyes would roam the newcomer up and down, taking in details, and trying to work things out. She was not really hiding it, even as she seemed lazily amused by everything.

The tea cup would rise again to her lips, as she looked over her computer screen.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

Vella

It seemed that people around here really did not cared for who was nominally the leader, only where that affected their life or profit. Also, maybe except the handsome man, nobody was able or ready to discuss something so high abowe their head.

However, it was evident that the undercurrent of what was happening out there affected how they wieved Bothans. Also, that would be the cause that Bothans did not walked alone either.

Tristian tried to charm her off her feet, while just slightly boasting on his wealth, if that was something to interest you. "This is the lowest of low where I would ever consider showing up, but it already worth it. I have some good for nothing shares in some noname businnessess, and hope to loose them for something ... more interesting. Really, I had some run-ins with the Grey's years ago, and told them that I would be cashing on my help. So, another drink?"

The man with the dusty red haired human girl turning all the females - and some males - head was not showing any interest in the non human beauties, the closest he came to flirting with others than 'his' redheaded 'partner' was when he asked the self-appointed human barmaid, a big breasted chatty blonde too awailable for maybe half of the Bar, to "Be a dear and bring some quality drinks to the table, and have one for yourself too.". It was quite possible that she was not even working there as a barmaid, but more like a working girl helping out the more rowdy and horny spacers.

"And what a strong, dangerous, manly Trandoshan like you would want to drink, I wonder? Hope our girl could guess, because I am surely not want to risk guessing wrong." he was humoring Bysk, or just trying to look cool for Vella. "Chisold. Tristian Chisold" he does not give his hand for a shake - and never gave it to Vella either, unless she is all for getting her hand kissed. Then the man turns back towards the young woman while the scaly one uses his communicator, clearly returning to their coversation and game of dice while waiting for their drinks. Tristian tries to stay on topics Vella is interested in...

Daesha

It seems that the Lantillian Sector is free of both Pirates and Remnants, but the more outwards someone would go from the Core, the more problems would arise. These days - in the summer lull on the planet - it seemed that eve nthe galaxy was at more rest than usual. Except the diplomats and fractions trying to outmaneuver aeach other, but even their squirmishes was on hold.

While the new arrivals would enter at the street level, the others was on the upper one, but able to see part of the happenings on below them in the mirrored wall behind the bar.

(Partial cover from the floor itself, and only a reflection, and with the skeleton crew and the drinks in the way, so any Perception is with -5, if someone was looking, and -10 if just asking if you would catch a glimpse.)

The horny redheaded greenskin climbed the spiral stairchase, turning heads and gathering a wolfwhistle or two from the Bothan's table. The interesting non-humans find their places and each other among the mostly human crowd - three green skinned among dozens of others.

Then there is a new arrival, seemingly a tourist’, looks like someone added mass and two arms to a big snake… Still, it is more lizard like. (pic tures)


The being slithers around downstairs, then climbs the stairs. Trying to find out who-is-who a little bit too obviously for the more secretive individuals. Not only it is asking questions, but has a handheld computer, maybe even scanner, taking measurements, running recognition programs. While some of the patrons leaves hastily from the street floor, there are a group of them led by the Bothans that could be soon lynching it.

Interesting how the Arcona on the second floor is the first to get agressive, armed with a staff like weapon. Maybe it tries to diffuse the situation, before the group of Bothans pull out their light melee weapons - and maybe blasters. That group is something that most of the others in the establishment are not too happy with, so it is quite possible that it would become a full out bar brawl - with deadly intent.

 

[1FunSonofaGun]

Bysk let the words muddle around in his head for a moment before then nodding. "Alright, one game." He mutters back into his collared commlink before pressing the button on the small circle, turning off the device. He then glanced between Tristian and Vella, before grinning some.

"I'll play a game, but no drinkss. Not for me." The large reptilian male stated, ready to get some real galaxy experience from the group, even if he lost some credits. Besides, even if it was just to get on his good side, these two were treating him nice enough. Ever since he had started throwing on the mean, burly persona of a trandoshan mercenary, most had begun ignoring or avoiding the male, which he considered better than berating him as a less-than-aggressive mechanic.

However, the potential gambling was cut short for them as Bysk saw a fight begin on their floor, he was quick to get up. Bysk had no intention of joining in, and if he got caught up, he would certainly prefer a gun. He didn't bother trying to see who or why there was small brawl starting before going over to to the twi'lek female who was rather...stunning in appearance, clearly on par with the trandoshan with the Dosh-speaking human, but he couldn't mind that right now.

"I wouldn't assume you'd have the blasster on you?" Bysk asked her then, standing very tall above Daesha'vida in her booth, leaving his back to the recent arrival of a green-skinned zabrak.

 

[RPG-Girl]

She would frown a touch, as she sighed, a hand moving up to her face to flutter in something approaching a sigh, though there was something lazy and disappointed about the entire gesture, small tells and cues, her body language expressing something close to that of a teacher whose pupil had made an easily avoided error. "For the greater part, there is the matter of discretion to observed." Still, the hand that had been before her face moved down, beside a little bag that would carry her computer... and a few small items.

"But." she would turn the screen, and there would be something on the screen, a contract that was in a language he should not know, she had chosen High Galactic for that reason after all. "If you would be so kind as to sign, as receipt of the delivery of the requested tools and documentation?" Opening the compartment of the bag, the hilt of the Blaster Pistol would be visible.

As soon as he would sign it, she would reach into the bag, taking out the item, and a small flimsy, the license for the 'tool' in question. "It already has an energy cell, a small courtesy." Carefully, she would place the items on the table so that he could take hold of them... but also used his body to disguise that she took them out and placed them there in the first place.

 

[1FunSonofaGun]

"Okay, lissten...I think the barfight about the break out is taking enough attention off of us to...what iss this?" Bysk spoke as he went down over the table to sign the contract, exposing his surprisingly round flank to those behind him, including the green zabrak. Bysk had no clue what was in front of his eyes, which made him hesitant to sign it. The trandoshan didn't even know WHAT language this was in...which made deception from the woman all the more probable. Hearing a table crash behind him, however, had Bysk praying to whatever diety was out there that this wasn't about to ruin his life as he scribbled a surprisingly beat signature across the bottom.

Picking up 'his' gun, Bysk stuffed it in his back pocket as he turned his gaze towards the fighting, standing back up. Well, he certainly felt a lot safer if any of those weapons turned on him...

 

[dancrilis]

Vella Kain

Observing the trandoshanas he approach and taking a call she spoke in his language again "of course if you wish a game after please return" she smiled - he was curious that he was seeming to put on airs of experience that he seemed to lack, possibly ust young.

She smiled at her human companion again as the trandoshan left, "curious indeed, I can imagine that you could get quite a lot of interest for even potenitally useless shares - depending on the company" she offered a grin "and of course the story of how our hosts came to owe you would be no doubt fascinating".

With danger seeming to break out she merely focused on the force again to let it warn her before she decided to take actions.

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Perception (take 10): 19 (on noticing that Bysk was acting tough).
Use the Force (take 10): 20 (to check if ignoring this would be fine).

 

[ChrisGabriel]

The Arcona with a staff is close enough to act, and he... maybe a she thinks that giving a shot at the handheld computer the Sluissi playing with is a good rection. Maybe it would even discourage him enough to leave... But it has the danger of breaking the tech, and maybe a couple of fingers too. "Stop being nosey! We do not like the too curious around here. Enough with the questions! What are you, some kind of really new and bad detective?!"

"Oh. I Ssseee..." the ... maybe Sluissi ... blinks, which is maybe even more unnerving than not doing it at all. As a good bye, he takes a scan of the "friendly" Arcona.

The incoming staff had to take care of the near by hanging drink-carrying droids move too, but it would have hit tech if the Sluissi had not been good enough to put his metal away. The hit was not really supposed to do any damage, but the loud ZAP and the fleeing scent of ozone told about the electrical discarge that not only shocked, but ionized the interposing robotic arm. The shocking stun effect travelled the appendage, affecting the droid abowe them, shortcircuiting the waiter-droid, and spread all over the railing, making the lamps flitter, and the sound crackle.

The sluissi male is taken aback, and tries to slink away, which becomes an impossibility as the Bothans gather under the stairs. Still, therer is still time before one of the angry mob gets up the staircase... If only there was no Bothans upstairs, but there is, and he is standing up to help the Arcona, and to do his group's bidding who growl for teaching the snitch' a lesson.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

Round One:

While most of the room tries ignoring the problem, it becomes hard as the normal way of ordering and delivering drinks is disturbed. The Bothan who stood up, now sighs, and pulls out a telescoping club which springs out ready. He will be yoining the Arcona, who is pulling back its staff, and trying to make a sweep with the other end, aiming at the gadget of the Sluissi.

Only one other person seems to care for the situation - well except the bartender, who is occupied with trying to stop the cascading failure of the in-house system. That one person is the comely human male from next to the human girl with an almost red hair. Standing up, the man calmly pulls out a small handheld device, swipes his fingers on th top of it, and aims it like a weapon. It is hard to see who he is aiming at, as all three "combatants", and even the bartender is in his line of sight.


Round Two:

The Sluissi dodges the Arcona's staff - or at least pulls his gadget put of the way.
The Arcona tears away her staff from the grab of the inactive robotic arm, leaving behind sparks and pieces falling - and drinks spilling from its hanging tray, catching fire.

The Bothan lifts his club and hits the arm of the Sluissi, whose handheld device gets disarmed, falling to the floor and sliding away.
The "Hapan Prince" fires a coherent green beam, which misses the still moving Bothan, leaves a green line in front of the Sluissi's eyes, and finds the hole between the Arcone's arms holding the staff, harmlessly dissipating on her dress-robes, with only a little discoloration and a lazy swirl of smoke...


Round Three:

The first Bothan head turns up on the stairs, joining the other already up to stalk menacingly towards the Sluissi, who is backing towards the bartender.
The Arcone steps back and stares at the human for a moment, before stepping and moving towards him, making the man move his hand a little before shooting another green beam at her. "Sorry" he says, the shot hitting the staff wielding alien, spreading on her robes... Surprisingly the beam is continous, stays on all the way until the advancing Arcona stumbles in to before his legs, letting go of the staff, and seemingly just as stunned as one would be from a hit with a blaster set to stun.
Then the lights go out on the upper floor, only the ones behind the bar stays on, and there is some light from the two windows - which are abowe the entrance downstairs. (The light on the lower floor recovers, and now is working enough to have the music start back on there again.

(Round four will commence tomorrow.)

 

[dancrilis]

Vella Kain

There was an element of her that was annoyed at the poor gambling etiquette displayed by the prince but choose to forgive it while seeing about continuing the game until it was his turn.

Similiarly she took a more complete look around the room to see if there was any true danger to either himself, herself or her gambling competition.

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Use the force take 10: 20
-Sence Surroundings to ignore cover for perception checks.

Perception take 10: 19
- to have a more complete understanding of threats and what might be going on.

 

[Tenshi]

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Female Zabrack Scout (Wilderness Guide and Mechanic)
HP 44/44, Condition Normal
Defenses: Fort 18, Reflex 19, Will 16
Destiny Points 4
Force Points 7

Shanta glanced around as the fight broke out, feeling a hint of sympathy for the reptilian bieng who's species she couldn't imediatly identify. Poor guy. So awkward, like one of those science students from the city, so enraptured with everything and utterly baffled with what to do about it. Well, looks like he's about to get a hard lesson in manners...

The green girl seemed ready to let the instruction in red neck etequitte go through 'til the wierd device the handsome human was weilding proved to be some sort of laser beam! Then she blinked. The green girl casualy rose and slipped through the crowd, trying to get through to the man with the strange gun.

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If Shanta can get to the guy with the 'strange gun' she'll attempt a disarm attack. "Didn't your father ever teach you not to bring blasters to a bar fight? Burning flesh in a crowded room, cops busting down the doors of the bar, nothing good ever comes of it."

 

[ChrisGabriel]

Round Four

While Vella frowns upon her game partner standing up and focus on other females, the human girl also feels that he would not need her help at the moment, even if the green skinned horny girl slipping towards the Prince is not about exchanging a kiss. And the incoming girl tries to berate and disarm the man. Taking hold of his weapon, Shanta starts to say "Didn't your father ..." then stops as her arm is falling asleep, and there is a burnt flesh like smell. Gasping, she steps back and tries to hit the man with her other hand, just to get the green beam burn a line across her breast, from one hand to the other. It leaves her skin flushed, and the material of her black leather fingerless gloves and snug corset smoke a little, as the high energy beam leaves her heart beating fast, gasping for breath, stunned...

Ouch!

Shanta's unsuccessfull disarm (target gets a +10 to his ref defense) got her opponent an immediate free attack, point blank, and as she tried to take hold of the weapon, a critical damage too. Not even her second - lets say that it was free - attack was successfull... Lucky for her, it is a stun weapon, so the free attack, then the the full out attack that keeps up in the whole round, like burst fire (still point blank), only deal her 18HP real damage - but she goes down 4 steps in condition. (36 Stun Damage is not only over her Threshold, but two times over it.) Her corset and gloves could be bursting open at the horizontal line the beam left, or not. Player's choice...

The Arcone struggles to her feet next to these two, using her staff to help her stand.

The one Bothan now is two Bothan, cornering the snake-man against the Bar, his arms lifted as to show he is weaponless - or to protect himself from the club of the first, and the knife of the second attacker who tries intimidating him.

They are almost next to the Trandoshan and the Twi'lek, the club wearing Bothan being distracted a little by the green skinned beauty, leering at her, even his long tongue is hanging out. No surprise he is nowhere close to hitting the Sluissi, not that he even tries that hard with a Trandoshan so close by - with a blaster stuffed in his back pocket, his hand on the weapon...

There is another two Bothans on the stairs on their way up.


5th round tomorrow.

 

[dancrilis]

Vella Kain

Noting that the prince had things in hand she focused on the green skinned zabrak, standing slowly she gestured to her own chair "please sit, he knows the owners - so treat this as him acting as a bouncer" she smiled in something of an explanation.

"Looks like you took the solid hit, relax for a second - I can see about relaxing your shoulders as this is resolved" she offered.

 

[RPG-Girl]

Looking at the fight, even as it comes close, she would seem to be relaxed, to be ignoring it in it's entire, as she sipped her tea, and browsed the pages on her computer. It was not her fight, and she would do her best to stay out of it... even as under the table, she would have her own weapon, hidden and ready to use if the need arises. Set to stun of course. There was no reason to kill them, and the authorities tended to frown on such vulgar activities such as murder.

Granted if they tried to rape her, well, last time she checked, self-defense was a valid judicial defense in this system.

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Deception (Not caring/watching the fight); 1d20+11= 23
Deception (Have Blaster ready under the table); 1d20+11= 21

 

[1FunSonofaGun]

Bysk couldn't help but feel bad watching the fighting, but he also didn't want to expose himself to not really knowing how to fight. Sure he had some practice, just in case considering the trandoshan was on his own and in an unfamiliar place now. However, admittedly enough his father had taught him how to handle a blaster pretty well, and Bysk would be ready to use his newly acquired pistol if need be. For better or for worse however, he may need to as the trandoshan finally felt his moral heart overtake his logical brain and the large creature stood then to look between the aliens around the human male and the aliens ganging up on the Sluissi.

"If he'ss acting bouncer, then what about thesse bothans?" Bysk growled then, making sure the stand up straight and even flex his lean but decently muscular form some as he slowly approached without seeming to have a thought in his mind that these thugs could hurt him. The then wordless glint in his eyes said 'I can tear you limb from limb without a second thought' though really the trandoshan didn't have it in him to be so gruesome as his normal self.

Actions

Deception (1d20: Nat 20 + 1): Appear as a seasoned killer trandoshan with his growling words, flaunting intimidation mainly to the bothans (And looking rather suave in doing so).