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[Star Wars] Privateer

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Round Five

Prince Chisold is keeping his stunner on the females, while trying to keep the whole situation under scrutiny. It is hard, as the table is surrounded with darkness, the lights having gone out on this level. Lucky for everyone, the action is at the bar, which is still alight, and then there is the windows - even with their milky plastic cover, they do let the waning light through. After all, the sun is going down outside, and there are not that much street lights around these parts. Of course the various businnesses along the road are giving out enough to not have full darkness... Anyone watching him closely could see that his eyes are a little bit... different. Almost like there is a silvery sheen to them...

The Bothans reach the level, there is now four angry furry mammalian anthropoid surrounding a lonely serpentine bodied sentient... What is wrong with the picture? Maybe that the Trandoshan is taller than any of the Bothans by almost two head, and if the Sluissi was not hunched covering, he would be taller than them too. Still, the four with their clubs and knifes are an intimidating group, with another half of their brethens are rooting for them from below them, eyeing the scene from the mirror-wall.

"What about us?" asks the one leering at the Twi'lek, holding his club and maybe even stroking it, it sounds more like a naive question than anything. "We are bouncing his serpentine ass out!"

The skeleton crew of the bar tries to work out a solution, which includes cleaning off the surface of the bar-table behind the snake-man for now. "Anybody breaks anything, pays for it!" he adds loudly, while eyeing the commotion.
 
Round Six

With nobody reacting agressively or in any kind of fight worthly way, the four Bothan grab the Sluissi and start pulling-carrying him to the spiral stairs, which they would go down with him either in hand, or maybe even just throwing him down. Anyway, another four Bothan awaits down there to 'escort' the curious tourist snake-man out.

Of course it is causing a little commotion and a lot of sounds and voices, but the Sluissi trying to verbalize his plight could be heard - if not fully understood. "I wasss just looking for a pilot, and ssssome crew! I have sssomething that ..."

Round Seven

"... need to disssappear... ... and sssome complicationsss!" or something similar, but it seems that the Bothans joyfully make him disappear outside before anything more could be heard.

"There! Un-complicated his inquisitive baby bounty-hunter ass!" the biggest Bothan slaps his hands together, before all of them sit back to their table downstairs.

Leaving upstairs in darkness, and one less people to play dices with.

End of fight

Then the Verpine called Bzzt! straightens up in his chair, lifting up something onto the table.

And the bartender calls out "Repairs now, or paying for the technician we have to call to do this hurry job...." obvious that he is talking to the people on the darkened floor, and not to the Bothans. More pointedly, it is aimed to the Arcona...

"It was an accident! That mechanical arm came out of nowhere!" she groans, before a long sigh "Anyone who can fix it here and now is my guest for a drink...
 
Her face would be a blank mask, even as she would try, using her computer, to find more information on the rather foolish snake. Really, there was such a thing called discretion, an art called subtlety, that was of great use in not being caught. And then, to charge into an area, full of unknown beings, whose loyalties are most likely to credits and differing masters then themselves, and begin to just scan people at random? She would give a soft sigh.

Foolish little serpent. What is worse for him, was that he blurted it out, and now? Attention was going to be drawn to it, eyes and ears looking to uncover whatever it was.... unless, she was going to consider, looking interested, that was the entire point. If that thing that he had said needed to disappear was found... well, there was just the matter of who it was intended to be found by.

Unless, and she had to conclude this was a possibility, he was just an idiot.

Use Computer to improve access to the Bars camera's, if I can; 1d20+5 (assuming hostile)= 18
 
Vella Kain
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She quickly snapped up her credit chip and her stake and shrugged at the table "likely back soon" she stated with a smile, patting the prince on the arm as she moved past "bit flashy aren't you" she winked to him before moving to follow the snake.

Either he was desperate, unexperienced, stupid, young or baiting a trap - any of which might mean easy credits, and she was curious. Nothing indicated immediate danger so she intended to find out what was going on.

She allowed the bothans returning to enter with a grin "thanks lads, hope now he will be more desperate for help if it isn't just a sting op", and than moved to find her potential employer.
 
Bysk watched, almost feeling bad as he looked to the regal human that was taking care of the situation, or perhaps not. He had just let the bothans toss the Sluissi onto the street. Bysk had tried to act tough to help the poor guy out, but he wasn't about to get into a fight with the whole group of mutt jerks. He glanced over to the arcona then, before sighing.

The trandoshan felt much less inclined to help this woman, AND expose that he was no warrior, but honestly he almost felt worse for the bar tender. Lights and a droid? He could fix that in his sleep.

"Here, let me take a look." The huge male mumbled loud enough for the others to hear, perhaps surprising them as he made his way over and kneeled down beside the robot and the arcona. Luckily, thanks to his natural vision the trandoshan had no trouble seeing in the darkened room as he pulled out his tool kit. Bysk wondered with his own assistance to this brawler woman, if the others would considering seeking out that awkward sluissi. It was clear that the snake that had been thrown out wasn't used to being in trouble, considering the very unconventional way he 'asked' around for a pilot. It left Bysk to ponder what exactly the reptilian man was running from, and how much he would pay to get away? Turns out that the cute human girl had caught interest as well...

mechanic roll for droid (take 10=20)
Perception to notice if anyone is interested in helping the sluissi: (take 10=18)
Dark vision to see easily.
 
While the bored looking emotionless Twi'lek fingered her computer in the light of the bar - and realised that with the upper floor down she could not even order herself a drink - it also became evident that the only wireless connection she could access was her own - if she pre-paid for the area wide 'Net. However, if she wanted, she could still try to access it and at least pay for the access from where she was sitting. News, bureucracy, and all kinds of entertainment would be hers - for money. But to access anything in the bar, she had to make a hard connection with cable.

As the Trandoshan surprised everybody - or not - with his grumbling acception of some technical know-how, instead of just killing and taking apart what remained of the droid hanging from the ceiling, he took out some tools and started to remove the still smoking arm, then would be trying to change the fuses. With the help of the bartender, of course, who had a small box of changes for what usually was needed.

The Arcona in the robe tried to help him, not that she knew how... But at least could hold and bring things from the bar table, and even flip the main switch when was asked...

Tristian nodded towards the human as she stood up to hurry after the Sluissi, but kept his weapon on the singed green skinned horny girl, until she seemed to not want to attack him - or anyone else - again.

But the Verpine buzzed. Or maybe just told his name again. "I hoped to play more, after all now I have this handheld unit to put up as a stake..." it seemed that he now had the gadget the Sluissi lost in the fight.

Tristian praised him. "Well done, my friend, I think the stakes are gone up!" putting away his stunner, he sat back and tried to barter the unit's credit value with the Verpine. But they would not start playing for it until the lights - and the drinks - came back online, and the redheads either left the area of the table or sat down to play.

It seemed that while some other guests finished their drinks and left, it was more like because the commotion could have garnered the attention of the law enforcement - or they hoped to get away without paying.
 
The repairs finished, the place returns to the previous state of rest. After a hour or two, the waiter-robot - some kind of part droid controlled by a hive mind - is working again, except its surprisingly protective interposing arm. Until a new actuator gets in from the shop, it is out of order - but only need the new part put in, and would work.

The Arcona pays for her drinks, and promises to return with the part the nexd day, and also pays 25 credit to the Trandoshan. She leaves, just before the group of Bothans does too. In their place there is a new group of humans arriving, the pilots and crews landing before the nightfall came to share their stories and leave their monies for drink and merryment.

No surprise that the "barmaid" who had been bringing the drinks to the dice playing group goes down to them - and maybe even down on them too.

Bzzt! and Tristian play it out, the credits mount up, the final rounds is about the Sluissi's handheld thing and some shares in the stock ships lottery. If any one of you want to join them, it would take at least a moderate gambling and a thousand credit from the start to be among the finalists. (DC 20, 1500 credit to just join in the last two or three rounds and still be there for the finale)
 
Bysk nod's to the Arcona as he's tipped the twenty five credits, enough for a drink she would've baught him had he taken the offer, albeit a cheaper one. Glancing to the table then, he let out a sigh. That device the Sluissi had looked like an improved data pad, which would certainly help Bysk's business a hell of a lot more than the rinkidink one he possessed now. He would be able to run mechanical analyses, download programs for his droid creations, even advertise and communicate on the go. But 1,000 credits? Bysk didn't have that. Perhaps...he knew someone who did though, and made his way back towards Daesha.

"Lissten, Misss...is there anything I could do to convinsse you for a loan? That data pad they're gambling for over there could be very valuable...the Ssluissi looked pretty damn eager to get offworld, like he knew ssomething his wasn't ssupposed to." Bysk attempted to convince the woman then, though he wasn't trying to trick her onto his side, but trying to appeal to her business perspective. Perhaps if that failed, then the trandoshan would try and...persuade her.
 
= Elsewhere =

Meanwhile the human girl leaves, letting her dice-partners alone with their game. As Vella descends among the then still roused Bothans, she is subjected to some debasing words and even a grope of her ass, when among the group. But the human patrons in the bar is enough to keep her relatively safe, and she could leave without any real problem.

Outside the Sluissi does not seem to need much help or protection at the moment, the end of its tail just slipping inside the near by dinner that had its leaflets distributed just before he arrived.

Seeing the very green - in every way it counts - Sluissi it the dinner show that he is working off the stress, by eating, a big serving of a mixed food-stuff. He uses his fingers, and there is a bowl to wash hands - or maybe drink it. Among the various bits and pieces was a palm sized steak too. While there are empty tables, it is evident that it is approaching the rush hours.

Just before Vella reaches the Sluissi's table, someone comes in behind her, and from the chirping it has - or is - a droid. The diner's propreitor - or cook - reacts to it with saying "We do not have hot oil that much!" in galactic standard, then its other head adds "Neither we do repairs or upgrades..." after it. But nobody really cares for droids, even if some people stares at them. And the redheaded girl. At the continued binary conversation there is a reaction from one two-chair occupying furry patron: "Shut it the hell up, before I get up!"

It has nothing to do with Vella or the Sluissi...
 
Looking at the reptile, she would quirk her eyebrows at him, and seem to consider it. As it would stand, well, she was interested, and was willing to draw a bit from her ship fund, though she would need to replace those funds later. And so, she would speak, her voice soft. "And what will you offer as collateral? You would not be able to put the datapad up for it, as it is not currently in your possession." She would chuckle, faintly.

"As it is... I may be able to offer a loan. However, I would be playing as well." There was a faint quirk of her lips, as she said that. "Still, for this loan, you will either give me the datapad, or fold it into the previous contract?"
 
"I...well, what would you want out of me? Though...if we play together, we do have twice the chansse of winning. Who knows what information that Ssluissi had on it? I guesss we could add in into the other contract, as long as I know what happenss if we lose." Bysk asked then, glancing down to Daesha as she sat there as non-chalantly as ever. The woman would probably know they didn't have much time left, however, to join in on the round before the men just started it without them.
 
She would shrug. "You would owe me an additional favor, and the money would have to be paid back, with the standard stipulations." Still, she would have the contract ready for him to sign. Still, after that, she would have the credits transferred to him, before she would move over to the table with the gamblers.

"Gentlebeings. May I inquire as if there is still time for one to buy in?" Her tone was polite, even if she was asking for permission.... though her presence, along the the credit chip in hand, would indicate that she was willing to pay... and likely had the funds. Still, as soon as they would give permission, she would settle down, gracefully, placing her money in the pile, and nodding to the others, her face looking politely amused... but also vaguely uninterested... her Sabbac face.

Still, she would speak of small matters, as she would play the cards or dice, laughing, being generally amused, and letting the men carry the bulk of the conversation, and appearing suitably impressed when it was required of her... all while trying to maneuver to the winning hand. She was not so much a player of the game... but if one can not play the game, play the player.

Wisdom Check; 1d20+1= 20
 
"Make that two." Bysk chimed in as he added the money Daesha had provided him to play with. However, in joining in a bit after Daesha, just quick enough to join in before they had gone around, able to make himself the last player in the circle, Bysk wouldn't seem like he was with Daesha. Not to mention, the trandoshan had already been to the table before the fight had broken out. It seemed with how this would work, if Bysk won the datapad thenall he owed was another favor, and he would give Daesha access to all of the information on it. If Daesha won, however, he would owe her the files, extra favor, and the money he was given to join in. Of course, it had all been quick...Bysk may not know exactly what he had signed up for with the Twi'lek...again.

wisdom check (1d20: 16 +1) = 17
 
Vella Kain

She laughed at the bothans jibes and winked at the guy who groped her "hey now manners" her voice polite and friendly but with just a note of warning that things could go poorly if her mood changed, and proceeded out the door.

Following the Sluissi into the diner she shuck her head ruefully at her mannerisms, whatever else he certainly had a story to tell. But she turned her attention to the droid behind her and listened to the conversation - learning binary was always something she had appreciated doing, with so many droids about not learning it seemed to her like not speaking basic, but many people seemed to think it was beneath them - possibly as droids were not recognised by many as people she mused.

Waving the droid over "quite down please, I might be able and willing to help you once I have spoken to my new friend here" and with that she sat beside the Sluissi.

"Well you have had a rough night" it wasn't a question "but I am prepared to hear you out, and I can pilot a ship - but I am not a charity" she smiled at him "so please cheer up and tell me what you need and what you can do for me, I have left a promising game to join you after all so I think dinner is likely on you" she grinned.

Persuasion (take 10): 20
Let the bothans know that she is fine with them.

Persuasion (take 10): 20
Let the one who grabbed her know that they don't want that to change.

Persuasion (take 10): 20
Make a good impression with the Droid.

Persuasion (take 10): 20
Make a good impression with the Sluissi.
 
= Vella in the Two-headed Axel =

It took some time for the young woman to spoil herself through the thongs of Bothans - without leaving hers behind - but nobody wanted more problems. Luckily finding the Sluissi was one thing, but also, understanding the two droid stepping in behind her and clearly scanning the whole room was ... interesting. They worked together to check for exits, to scan for cameras and weapons, and to acquire their targets...

But Vella was not really able to follow everything they said. So, with nothing better to do, she sat, while speaking to one of the courier droids. It just stared back at her without any emotion or reaction. This pair of courier droids was without any discernible weapon or extra armoring, but they also lacked the crest of the post office or any noble family or guild. But the two humanoid looking droids did had a small sachel each across their torso. For now, they was not really doing anything, just finished scanning the room and its inhabitants, one standing just right next to the entrance, the other stroding to the other door, like two sentinels.

The sluisi seemed to be content to just eat before he was asked. Then he starts: "I have sssomething that need to disssappear... ... and sssome complicationsss."

"Port planet.... Still hope to eat without too much distraction..." grumbles the big thing near by more to himself than any concrete target, before biting into a hamburger the size of someone's face.

Vella could find at least three people who seems interested in the Sluissi and her, one of them is clearly in her... And maybe another two who could eavesdrop, if they really wanted to. It would take time to find out if any of these was really interested in what it was about, or just other normal people in the diner curious about the newcomers.

"Call me Norman. You see... we have this project at work... went a little overboard... But got some buyer on the line... Then today we see that not only we would get an inspection soon, but the buyer could be dead too. I need someone to ship out, and stage a ship and kidnapping. There are complications..." he whispered in a rush, almost even without hissing, but he could not hide his snake ancestors. Then went back to eating the last pieces from his hands, and lick his fingers clean.

It seemed that Norman got twitchy from some reason, washing his hands and looking around. Or maybe he was just looking for a drink...
 
Vella Kain

She smiled politely but her voice was low "right Norman, those droids are marking exits, remain calm" she instructed "they might be messed up in whatever has you nervous".

"So here is what we are going to do - first you are going to slip me what you consider a decent downpayment on for assistance in this matter, than we are going to get up and leave for the bar again, there you will be known as trouble but suspicious droids more so and I can handle patreons if needed" she continued smiling "than we will get a private booth - which you will pay for - and we will have a conversation about solving your problem or getting your problem solved".

"If this is understood slip over the downpayment", she kindof did want to help him as he seemed so helpless but she needed to know if he was at least competant on price before she over commited - she would likely get him out of this regardless if he stayed mannerly towards her even if he could not pay. She suspected he might be some noble or corporate agent that got over there head and now found themselves needing help from people that they never interacted with before - so ideally a nice payday might be coming.
 
Shanta gave a strangled gasp fo pain and staggered back, whimpering. The green girl's corset-top frayed, then began to split, and a moment later burst wide, letting her big green breats and pine green nipples spill out into the open air.

The green girl gasped again, staggering back from the man with the stunner, one arm crossing in front of her breasts. She hurrid over to the Vella and slipped down in the other girl's table, bossom eaving from her heavy breaths. "Thank you..." She gasped.

The green girl closed her eyes and caught her breath slowly. After a little while, blushing at her mistake about the firearm, Shanta spoke up, "I'm just lucky that thing was set on stun."

Her eyes opened and she realized the girl she was talking too was gone. With a groan, she tried to work her corset shut for an illusion of modesty. Clutching her pack, the green girl made her way to the ladies room to change.
 
Shanta stayed in the ladies room for a good while. When she returned, her corset was almsot as good as new--still obviously blackened in palces.

The green girl looked around the room, then gave a little sigh and made her way back to where she'd been. Noticing the twi'lek again, she threw the green girl an idle wave on the way back to her chair.
 
Smiling, she would consider things, even as she paused a moment, and then, a smirk on her face, would wave her over, as she would look at the others. Really, if she was able to acquire something that was seen as attractive, and whose purpose was to sit on her lap... well, that was considered one of the parts of the gamblers image, was it not?
 
= Vella in the Two-headed Axel (way before the others, so she can be back there too) =

"Down payment?" now the snake-man had a focus for his nervousness. "How would I know you are up to, and for the job? Get back my hand-held computer from the Bar, and you can have it as a deposit instead of down payment until just before we part ways. Oh, and you should be able to find me with what is on that computer... I will be there in two hours, and gone by the third... With or without you and whoever and whatever you need to make it happen..."

He gulps, then orders a drink and asks for the bill, but seems that he would be cleaning up the food before leaving the dinner. Maybe trembling and even shaking with nervousness, maybe not even able top stand and leave without running home.
 
Bysk glanced as the woman...whose very LARGE breasts that had been rather distracting before while working on the lights and robot, had emerged and come back to the table. The male tried to stay quiet and keep his body calm as well, not to think back to an hour before. It was wrong to to ogle a stunned woman! It had been wrong when his eyes would glance over, which had admittedly happened more than a few times.
 
Vella Kain

"Norman you aren't in a negotiating position - I don't know you have any money, nor that you will survive what is coming for you, she sighed "I will see about getting your device but you are going to give me a a signficant payment for services now - and it is a payment - if I am not satisfied to continue you will not be getting it back".

Mind Trick: take 10 for 20.
-Should work for will defence 20 and lower, going with the unpalatable suggestion element that they don't notice later.
Suggestion isn't stressed but it is the 'you are going to give me a a signficant payment for services now' element of the sentance.
 
= Vella in the Two-headed Axel =

Norman hisses and seems to deflate a little, almost coiling on himself. "I undersstand your greediness, but I have nothing more on mysself than to pay for thiss food and drink, and then go where I have to. That computer iss something that would let you ssseek me out, and at leassst hear what the job iss, and what payment will come... It isss big enough for you to work your asss off." he seems to somehow gather his wits, and shrugs. "Or jusst piss off, I have better thingsss to do." Not the best way to spacer diplomacy, so either he has an ace or two, or just really new to these kind of things.
 
Vella Kain

The more she spoke to him the more she was convinced that she had made a poor choice leaving the dice table "well I guess we will see, but I wouldn't hold out much hope" what kindof fool entered looking for someone to perform potentially hazardous work without being able to flash some cash - and she wasn't overly impressed by his manners either.

Standing to leave the Two-headed Axel she moved back to the Grey's Anatomy to see how it was going there - she might grab the tablet or possible just mess with the dice from a distance to both test her control and also the mindset of the players she hadn't decided yet.
 
Bysk let out a sigh as he sat back and watched the players, he having gone out and lost 450 credits. It all relied on Daesha then to finish things off and get them the prize, but this meant he already owed the loan money to the twi'lek, his bill looking rather bleak. Hopefully it would all be worth it in the end for him, and he didn't get into too much trouble making deals with the tail-headed green beauty. Speaking of beauties, Vella had now returned, Bysk picking up her scent with his acute trandoshan senses when she came up the stairs. He did. It see however, the Sluissi following, wondering what had happened.
 
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