IC: Q:TU Rebel #2

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OOC: Ok, whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever your doing, an active vidscreen plays nearby, the following catches your attention:

"... And now for the news at noon, galactic newsfeed brought to you by GHNN - Galactic Holo News Network" *GHNN logo* "GHNN, Your source for important & current galactic events" *Newsline Jingle* Late last night, for the second time this month a Xucphra bacta convoy was hijacked leaving Thyferra. The convoy was destined for Sullust, to help recovery efforts for last week's unexplained explosion at SoroSuub factories. Two hundred workers still remain wounded, several dozens may perish from shortage and lack of bacta treatment. Broadacsting with a live feed from the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer, Subjugator, with Captain Trulot. *splitscreen of GHNN Report & Trulot* GHNN: Captain Trulot, if you can spare a moment of your valuable time, could you tell us what happened and who's responsible for the hijackings? Trulot: It is most asuredly the Rebels. GHNN: Could you share with us some insight as to how you distinguished both hijackings as Rebels rather than pirate activity? Trulot: Our inteligence reports indicate theyre rapidly going short on bacta supply. Shortage breeds desperate measures. GHNN: How can you be certain? Trulot: Sublight & Hyperdrive sensor readings are a positive match on vessel types and entrance vectors used. Furthermore, precursor to both times, we've been engaged outside the system by what we can confirm now as decoy attacks. Unfortunately, suceeding in delaying us so we arrive just after the hijackings. Both groups were organized and co-ordinated. Only the Rebels have forces sufficient enough numbers to carry out such plans. GHNN: We understand your busy, Do you have any other brief comments to make? Trulot: Indeed. As of right now, additional support vessels are arriving in system, and all traffic within the Thyferran system will be closely monitored. GHNN: Thankyou for your time, Captain Trulot. *end splitscreen*. GHNN reporters will remain onsite at Thyferra to keep you informed of any events. In other news, Tibanna Gas shares skyrocket at Coruscant Market Depot, as new potential locations found. More to come later. But first, the Ralltiir local news. Earlier this morning, in Grallia suburbs, Imperial forces cracked down on several Rebel safe houses. Thanks to an anonymous tip, the crackdowns were able to be co-ordinated in concert, leading to the very sucessfull arrests of two dozen Rebel activists, and many associates. Inspection of the sites revealed caches of stolen imperial weaponry and other illegal explosives which may have been used in the bombing of the local pharmaceuticals lab earlier last month. 18 Lab technicians died in the blast, no survivors. As of right now, Sector Moff Soreld has declared stepping up city patrols and increased security at Grallia spaceport. Any activity appearing questionable or suspicious in nature can and will be subject to detainment or immediate arrest. Any tips reported will be rewarded accordingly once verified as useful. Please report any tips Immediately. You can even just punch ISB* at any Information Kiosk to connect to the proper authorities. Remember, loyalty to the Empire is always rewarded. "More to come after this newsbreak...And now a word from our sponsors..."

OOC: Do note your on the planet Ralltiir. Your each members of different rebel cells on the planet, which rebels cells caught were not mentioned specifically. None of your characters have met yet. Please post in or out of character the current whereabouts in or outside of Grallia city, and currently what your character is doing... Thx

[edit] Minor edit: even do a narrative if you want... how far to go or how much to post? just something enough to get ya started

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Redirect #1: Lopan

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Originally posted by Lopan Savan was having a drink at a local Cantina. He was talking to an attractive female human sitting next to him. Savan plays along with her, although he is already bored. He laughs at her jokes when appriopriate, and discusses her job that she hates. Savan smiles when the vidscreen in front of him starts to display recent news. Savan grows concerned. Which safe houses were discovered? Could it be mine? Unsure whether he should stay and check at a later time or check out of this conversation and look now, while the news was still fresh, he decides to look now. He tells the lady he realized he is late for an appointment, she says to call her on the comlink sometime, he smiles and says he looks forward to it. Now he leaves the cantina towards his safe house, not far from the cantina itself.

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Troykaw barely looked up as the news feed ended. When it had started she was in the middle of feild stripping her targeting rifle. Now, as she finished, she began to break it down in to small components, and wrap each in fiber-free cloth. She wrapped the whole thing in a bundle and put it in her pack. Though on the oustide Troykaw remained cool and focused, inside she was roiling with panic. The little apartment she was in began to close in on her as she gathered what little gear she had and placed it in her pack. Leaving evidence behind was probably a moot point, but she was loath to leave behind even a single piece of gear. Lastly she reached under her matress and grabbed a tattered and stained old book, kissed it, and packed it away. She double checked her knives, made sure her carbine was hidden in the pack, but accessable, and checked the security camera that showed the hallway. Troykaw breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the way was clear, and without looking back left the apartment for good. Taking a left, Troykaw, avoided front and took the back way out of the building. It was pretty horrific, as it led past an enormous midden heap, but it was subtle. It was also, thankfully, brief, and before too long she had moved in to the flow of foot traffic in the tourist district of Grallia City. She let her eye catch some crappy nic-nacks and crafts that the locals sold to outworlders, and stopped to look at some. She could care less about the gewgaws, but she used these oppertunites to check to see if she ws being tailed.

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Redirect #2: Ronin

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Originally posted by Ronin Out on a forested clifftop, kilometers from Grallia city, trees gently swaying in the sea breeze, Tatsu` stood in a small glade. His naginata lightly held in his hands, he focused on the closest trees: one infront, one behind. He saw them not as wood, but as white armour-clad killers...stormtroopers. Breathing deeply he tightened his grip on the weapon`s shaft. He try to block out the caws of seabirds....and concentrate on the wind blowing through the 2 nearest trees... springing into action he swept the blade through the tree directly behind him, ducking an imagined shot from the front. At that moment his commlink bleeped, destroying his concentration, and sending him sprawling across the grass. "Puduu!" he cursed through gritted teeth. Walking across to his backpack; lying on the ground a few metres away...he paused. Drawing his blaster pistol he turned back to the remaining, offending tree...and fired at it. As the foliage kindled and smoked, he answered his comlink...

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Lying on the ground in her parents speeder garage, Adramé Morituri sticks her hand out for her longtime friend, Bardan Torsin. He puts a hydrospanner in her hand and she replies, "Thanks." She begins her work on the repulsorlift unit of her old speeder bike.

"The sooner we get done working on this peice of junk, the sooner I get to watch the shockboxing match," Bardan states. He turns the portable vidscreen on. "Well I'll be a hutt's uncle! They finally found some of those darned rebels!" he says in surprise.

"What!?" Adramé says. She lifts her head up to get a better look at the screen, forgetting that she is under the speeder. "Ouch! Next time I'll have to look before I get up." She turns to Bardan, "Can you finish up here? I just remembered something I forgot to do."

"Sure," Bardan says, "If your not back in time for the shockboxing match, I'll go by myself."

"Thanks, I owe you one," Adramé tells him. Could they have found my cell? I'll have to check and see, but I'd better stay out of range. Straping on her utility belt, she walks out of the garage and onto the streets of Grallia.

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"Weeelll....".
Seth looks into his cards then slowly rises is gaze to meet the eyes of the bearded player across the table.

You have to read him. Just read him...

With a content smile he puts another chip to the pile and leans back.
He listens to the holonews, sounding above the din of the cantina.

Oh, come on! I've been here for three weeks! They can't already have found my cell!

The bearded guy sees the faint shimmer of dispair on Seths face and begins a triumphant grin. "Let's see what you got!"
Seth looks up to him, composed again. "Bad luck! I fold! Gotta go!", grabs his chips and leaves.

Update! #1

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From the in the forrested clifftop, where Tatsu stood, the sky was blue, few puffy white clouds, in the distance, the citie's ambience of people bustling about their daily buisiness, and then....

In one part of the city (the side facing Tatsu)... Visibly, audibly, for many city blocks around and in the sky, the noise of city ambience is silenced momentarily by a deep chest pounding thunderous TH-WOOOOOMP! Ka-BOOOOOM!!!!!, as a large fiery column of explosion rockets towards the clouds above, followed by bellowing thick plumes of smoke & flaming tendrils imediately after with peices of debris begin to rain down.

The entire block was a scene of utter destruction and chaos. Windows were shattered from the shockblast, shards of glass sparkling like diamonds scattered throughout the debris covered street. Speeders were over turned, burning, half shoved into nearby buildings & storefronts. Bloodied bodies like tossed ragdolls lay unmoving, a child's voice could be heard crying nearby (to those who wherent momentarily deafened). Strewn outwards from the blast were flaming ruble, burnt debris, including charred bits and peices, parts of black & white stormtrooper armor, including a full squad, lay sprawled, unmoving...

Citizens farther down the block, look around confused, in shock, in horror, and stagger dizzily about... Minutes later, the shrill of city rescue ordinance sirens could be heard racing to the vicinity, followed by GHNN News and even more squads of Stormtroopers.

Elsewheres in and other parts of the city...


Around the corner of the cantina, as Savan headed for his safehouse, a shinny black Arakyd speeder sat across the street from the safehouse's door.

Troykaw continued to look interested in the gewgaws, as a cadre of Stormtroopers rounded the corner and marched down the street, their visors swiviling, always on the constant lookout. The smiling Sullustan merchant glanced at the troopers then held up a small slender artful picture viewer molded from a palm sized peice of plasteel. "How about this decorative picture holder? Store and view all your memorable photos. Only 5 creds."

As Adrame drove her speeder towards the safehouse, a glance back revealed a shiny black Arakyd speeder was following. A few blocks later it turned down the other street. As Adrame aproached her safehouse, yet a block away, There was a hovertruck parked near it. On one side of the building, several Stormtroopers were affixing explosives to the wall...

In another smokey cantina other side of the city, moderatly lit with low hung lamps over card tables and scant clad waitresses... As Seth got up and headed for the exit, a portly man who sat at the table blocked Seth's path with his arm. Set tried to sidestep his reach, bumping into a nearby waitress, prompting a "Hey! watch where your stepping!"

Several patrons glanced over at seth's direction, some casually dressed, others in overcoats, some in buisiness suits. Some seem more interested in the unwinding situation than others.

The portly man grinned "Oh C'mon now chap, how about one more round? Only cheaters cut and run so quickly, and then we'd have to search you. Convince us with another round that your legit. What's it gonna be?"


OOC: Alright, I typed up the update in no particular order or sequence of events. The explosion is in the south east part of the city. Whether thats in proximity to your locations to see or hear some of it is your choice. Btw, making a few quick skill checks are allowed if you think its required. We're not exactly going round per round here right now, specially for non-combat situations Combat however will be done round-by-round (or as necisary)

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Last edited by Terras Jadeonar & Raven on 7 February 2004 at 07:17 AM

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Seth turns to the waitress:

'I apologize, it was my fault.'

Then he turns back to the portly patron and tries to read his intentions. An innocent smile spreads on his face.

'I apologize for setting you under the false impression that I am fleeing your presence. It's not that I am cheating, of course...but the feeling of having a bad streak combined with some... '

He leans closer to the patron, lowering his voice.

'You know there is a cantina just east of the starport and eating there left me with a slight digestional problem.
I will stay for another round or two but... be warned... if something smells funny, it's not my playing.'

He smiles disarmingly, sits back down and sets up 50 Credits smiling all the time.

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OOC:
Sense motive: Take 10 + 5 Skill --> 15
Gambling: Die: 5 +5 Skill --> 10
He's going to leave 25 Credits to them... sigh!

[Edit: added results]

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Last edited by darth_wyld on 7 February 2004 at 03:29 PM

In Response To / Skill Check Results :

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darth_wyld : post #8 for the sense motive result: (dc15)

The portly man was mostly bluffing as he was trying to discreetly warn you of something else. The angle of his outstreched arm could be traced to a group of four men in overcoats sitting and intently observing from a wallside booth few meters away.

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Savan frowns at the sight of the Arakyd speeder. His frown quickly disappears as an explosion erupts just 2 blocks away. At this distance the blast is still deafening.

Savan runs toward his safehouse yelling, "Somebody help! There is a trapped child! Help!" He runs past the entrance of the safehouse and stops, waiting for someone to exit. All the while repeating the shouts.

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"How about this decorative picture holder? Store and view all your memorable photos. Only 5 creds."

"Five credits," Troykaw said with a shocked smile, "a fine piece like this...heck it's a steel." She handed over the 5 credits, and as he was handing over the picture viewer she knocked his hand, sendind the viewer craahing to the ground. Giggling foolishly she said, "Oh spit, sorry...my fault." She knealt down picked up the viewer, examining it caefully as she did.

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Blast! They've discovered my safehouse, good thing I wasn't there. Adramé pulls the speeder to the side of the road, and loosens the clip holding her pistol in its holster. She looks up at the stormtroopers, fingering her blaster. Better not do that, then they would know I was a Rebel. It would be better to try to get in touch with another cell. Adramé starts up the repulsorlift engine and takes a look around, trying to notice if anyone is watching her. She starts down the road, going to the nearest cantina to try to get in contact with any Rebel.

OOC:
Spot: 18 + 9 skill = 27

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Tatsu gathers up his gear and sprints off through the forest, unscrewing the two halves of his spear as he runs and stashing them in his backpack.
He heads back to the city, heading for the Northern Industrial sector, trying to find a hovercab to speed him on his way...

OOC: Terras, I`ll let you decide how far I am out of the city.

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OOC: Here we go. As I don't have Tatsu's sheet with me @work, I'm going to presume he has some sort of piloting skill. Ronin, Tatsu is about 6Km/3.75 Mi from his Safe House. How close the house is to the edge of town (at least 1.6Km/1Mi inside town) is up to you. >DING< Round Two

Meanwhile, back in the cantina... Most people's attentions went back to whatever they were last occupied with as Seth agreed to another game.

"Chelsea! Another round for the table!" The portly man happily shouted over to the same waitress Seth momentarily bumped into. "No hard feelings eh lad? That news report had you reacting like a startled ronto. Incase you didn't notice, those 4 men in the both nearby seemed to take interest in your departure. They seemed to have left though. If your truly in a hurry, ask Chelsea, she'll show you the back way out." The portly man finished with a slight wink.


On a streetside, the cadre of Stormtroopers marched on. As the viewer fell to the ground, the Sullustan merchant was quick to act, telling Troykaw "Well, whether you broke it or not, you certainly bought it." On first glance, the lid of the viewer popped off upon hitting the ground. A datacard could be seen still firmly seated the bottom storage slot. The top slot was connected to the viewer's circuitry.


The sound of the explosion echoed behind Adrame her speeder as she inocently vacated the scene. A quick glance back showed bright needles of a firefight being exhanged. Left, two blocks down, and then a right, and straight into an Imperial Checkpoint only a few meters ahead, already looking in her direction. One unmarked hovertruck and four Army Troopers. The trooper with the Repeating Blaster looking rather nervous, another standing next to the truck's cab seemed to have stuffed himself into a uniform at least one size too small. The Officer flagged her over: "Halt! We need to see and verify your id, then you may proceed on your way."


Savan hears the unmistakable sound of Booted Thunder, and is shouldered between two buildings by a full platoon of Army Troops running full tilt around the corner, their gray-haired NCO barking orders on the move. "Gimme a 100-meter perimeter now! Get the Civilians outta here, checkpoints there and there, nothing in or out without clear. Stensler, set up shop in that big blue one. Hivisch, Medwagons straight to Triage, what's the ETA on the Extinguishers?" Looking around for an escape route you notice the tattered and scorched head of a toy Teopari by your foot. As you pick it up you can feel it's still hot and that something hard has been tucked into the stuffing of the nose. A shadow crosses where you crouch, and you hear some trooper say "You need to leave the area now".


Tatsu dashes almost blindly through the forest, and almost plows into something largish, blocky, dirty, and with flaking maroon paint.

Blushing with chagrin and relief, he realizes this is where he parked the beat-up, slow, and sometimes contrary "speeder" he borrowed from one of his fellow Rebels to get away from the City for a few days.

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"Been away from my homeworld for nine years and I still can`t get used to these mechanical contraptions!" Tatsu mutters as he tries to coax the speeder to life.
"Come on, damn you! Spirits give me strength!" he curses.
At last the repulsors cough and whine to life, the speeder unevenly wobbles up scant centimeters from the ground.
Staggering through a turn, Tatsu points the speeder toward the city and the column of rising smoke where he suspects his safehouse used to be!
Throwing the throttle forward...the speeder creaks and begins to sluggishly accelerate.
"Gimme a horse!" Tatsu mutters under his breath.

Some time later, the battered crimson speeder enters the city...
Spotting a squad of Stormies at the city gates, Tatsu quicky pulls the cord from his ponytail and shakes his head, letting his long black hair cover most of his face. Keeping his eyes averted, he waves his citizen`s ID (which shows his profession as "artist"), mutters something about having been out in the country painting water-colour landscapes, and passes into the city, his heart pounding like artillery in his ears.

With the streets full of emergency vehicles and troopers rushing this way and that, he makes his way in stops and starts through the crowded streets toward the billowing smoke...

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After quietly thanking his rescuer Seth walks calmly in the direction the waitress showed him.
He passes some crates and doors labeled 'Private' and opens an old door with peeling paint to the back alley. Standing between stacks of empty boxes and container he looks left and right to check if someone is in the alley. He turns onto the street walking swiftly but not hurried.

He comes out of the backalley and scans the street for the four men from the cantina.

On the street he sees for the first time the huge plume of smoke rising from somewhere to the south, not that far away. He can hear sirens.

Wonder what that was...

He takes course for his safehouse to check if everything is allright there, cautiously checking the area.

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OOC: Feel free to stop me if I'm going to fast
For looking around: Spot +3

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Savan picks up the toy head and looks up at the trooper.

He stands up and agrees,"Whatever you say."

Savan turns and starts to walk away as he pulls out whatever is stuffed into the toy's head to examine it.

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Blast! How can this day get any worse? Adramé slows the speeder, bringing it to a stop at the check point. "Hello there," she says to the trooper, "Here you go." She hands him her id, hoping that wherever they got their information on the rebel safe houses, didn't reveal her involvement with the rebels. Adramé keeps her hand on the throttle, just incase they recognize her as a rebel. I may have to make a quick getaway.

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[ post #19 ]

"Well, whether you broke it or not, you certainly bought it."

"Nice," Troykaw said with some sarchasm, "you sell me crap and...never mind, it's not worth it." She shakes her head and twitches her lekku irratably as she wanders off in to the crowd. Troykaw walked a bit, until she saw a street vender selling noodles. She ordered a bowl with no meat and sat in an out of the way stool with a good view of the street. When she was certain no one was tailing her, Troykaw pulled out the datacard and circuitry and attempted to view whatever was on it. This was not the first emergnecy extraction she had been in on, but it was the first one in which she was the one being extracted.

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[ post #20 ]

After walking a few steps Seth slows down, stops and looks down his vest.
Ok, Laserbrain! Keep your thoughts together, bad time for being stupid! Forgetting that someone dropped something into your... Honestly, if you keep up that kind of performance you are on Kessel faster than you can say Stormtrooper.

Then he checks the contents of his pockets, searching for the added weight he felt after bumping into the waitress...

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Last edited by darth_wyld on 13 February 2004 at 09:35 AM

Update! #3

[ post #21 ]

The stuffed plushie toy head in Savan's hands has several artful markings on it. It resembles something that would've been made into a gift for a friend. A Few meters away, a stormtrooper is trying to deter & discourage someone in a maroon speeder from entering the sectioned off area.


OOC: Darth Wyld: spot +3, roll 14 = 17
OOC: your speed of actions is fine!

As you walk out onto the streets, and have a quick look around, you notice 2 people in coats standing at the far street corner, not looking in your direction at the moment. Though they apear to be looking for someone. Theres another coat wearing person across the street in a comms terminal booth (phonebooth). In your pocket, your fingers feel a sabbac card and something slightly thicker, not by much, and similar in size, like two or 3 cards stuck together.


The officer takes the id cards from Adrame, goes to the booth, then comes back a minute later with a mild warning, "An upstanding Citizen like you shouldn't be in this area, it's much to dangerous" with a wink as he hands her the id card back. Discreetly handed, and attached to the id card was another card.


Passage through the city gates was smooth.
As Tatsu pilots his speeder towards the street, a stormtrooper stands, where the street is sectioned off with ticker tape strung to makeshift posts. Through the filtered voice from the helmet, he briefly warns Tatsu on aproach "This is now a controlled and restricted area. You would do best to move along and detour. We still have emergency vehicles coming through, obstructing one of them would result in several fines." Behind the stormtrooper, a young Falleen male walks, holding something in his hand... something that looks oddly familiar...


The waiter promptly brings out the dish of noodles to Troykaw. The view being in 2 peices took a few minutes of work to assemble back together and get it working.

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Last edited by Terras Jadeonar & Raven on 14 February 2004 at 03:25 AM

[ post #22 ]

"Sorry officer, I`ll be on my way" Tatsu replies.
He pulls off the road and parks in the nearest alleyway (a quiet one, I don`t wanna get fined now do I? ), trying to avoid the Stormtrooper`s interest, but keeping an eye on that Falleen.
Climbing out of the speeder and gathering his gear (saying a silent farewell prayer to Seera, whose speeder it was...and who most probably now walks with the spirits in the void (i.e. dead)), he heads across to the Falleen.
Matching pace next to the alien, Tatsu says; "Hey, where`d you get that toy...a friend of mine had one just like that...it was her most prized possession..."

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[ post #23 ]

Ok! Gotta get out of here. Where is the fourth...?

Seth blends with the crowd, trying to pass into the direction of the person in the booth.

I'd guess he is preoccupied enough not to see me...

Seth keeps three chatting persons between him and the two lookouts and holds his distance to the coat in the booth.

You don't see me... I'm not interesting... I'm harmless...

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Seth Garren in Quadrant: Tetrad's Umbra (Rebels #2)

[ post #24 ]

"Yes, sir," Adramé says as she takes the cards from the soldier. She puts the cards in an empty pouch on her belt, then she powers up her speeder and moves through the checkpoint to the unrestricted area. Stopping at the nearest parking area, Adramé powers down the speeder and pulls out the cards. She takes her id card and puts it back, but she keeps the other card out. Looking around to make sure no one is watching her, Adramé reads the card...

OOC: spot check

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[ post #25 ]

Savan realizes that a human has just started talking to him. He looks at him and then the toy.

"I just found this lying in the street, doesn't look like it is in great shape now does it?" Savan is honest about the toy, he doesn't think lying about it would make much of a difference. Besides, he wants to get as far away from the Stormtrooper barricade as he can. Savan keeps walking away from the stormtroopers and doesn't stop to talk to the person walking alongside him. Savan puts the toy head in his pocket as he walks.

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[ post #26 ]

Tatsu keeps pace with the Falleen, trying to make it look like just two friends walking and talking, nothing suspicious, not speaking too loudly though..
"Yeah, that toy`s pretty fragged...a bit like some of this city, ne? Makes you wonder if there`s a safe place left for a free mind..."

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[ post #27 ]

Chuckling to herself Troykaw slipped the card in to her pocket. "Sweety indeed?" she said under her breath with a sly rase of her eyebrow, "but then I guess she is family." Troykaw slurped the last of the noodles and left 5 creds tip on the counter. Slinging the pack over her shoulder she sauntered casually out in to the foot traffic and walked towards the north industrial district. Though the message seemed clear, and properly cryptic, Troykaw was cautious. Walking in the the Rancor's maw was not her idea of wisdom.

OOC:
As Troykaw nears the location she will find a place to stop and watch the entrance without being noticed. She will watch for any unusual activity.
I will let you make the Spot and Hide rolls.

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[ post #28 ]

"I know what you mean. It certaintly feels like there is no true freedom left." Savan wonders who exactly this person is and what is stuffed inside the toy head.

"What do you say we find a...safe place to talk."

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[ post #29 ]

"Indeed, my Falleen friend...I suggest we head north...and examine that little trinket you pocketed on the way".
"Now, where`d I park that speeder?"

Tatsu suggests that he and the Falleen return to Tatsu`s speeder, to keep mobile and get a little privacy...

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[ post #30 ]

The street crowd itself was a varried mix of people. Many older and young gents in suits with cases, students, mothers with strollers. Within the usual flow of landspeeder traffic, the occasional bright yellow Taxi passes by, the odd one pulling over to pickup or drop off a fare.

As Seth thought silently to himself, walking with the crowd, the person on the booth apeared busy. He makes casual a glance towards the crowd, pulls back a sleeve to check his chronometer and returns attention to the call.

The two lookouts remain where they are. One raises his hand above his eyes and makes a sweep in the other direction. The other one pulls out a comlink.


OOC: Adrame: Spot +9, rolled 18 = 27

As Adrame pulled into the parking lot, some people head to their speeders, packing in their bags of goods and leave. For the moment, the parkinglot is devoid of any further activity. The odd person could be seen going about their buisiness, walking past the lot.


OOC: Troykaw:
Hide +9, rolled 13 = 22
Spot +6, rolled 20 = 26

The northern industrial section of the city was the oldest part of the city. This particularly wide street was lined with old wharehouses, narrow alleyways inbetween, with a long abandoned factory at the very end, making for a dead end. The other end of the block, opposite of the factory, the usual sounding traffic of large transports and loading equipment could be heard steadily.

Troykaw finds a nook at the shady side of one of the wharehouses - in the center of several rusting barrels sitting below a cemented raised stairway. Her already dark skin, save for the whites of her eyes, blends in perfectly with the shadows. Across the street, between Troykaw and the dead end, sat an old beat up and left for scrap hovertruck.


Tatsu's speeder sat right where he left it, near the tickered off section. Several more emergency vehicles sped past infront of Tatsu's speeder, including a hovertruck packed with a squad of stormstroopers. A GHNN News speeder paced behind it. Traffic seemed to straggle through. The Stormtrooper recognizes and addresses Tatsu: "You there, this speeder is in violation to emergency traffic entering the area. Removing it would be advisable, as so would your compliance with the Empire for your own benifit."


OOC: Ronin & Lopan - make as many conversation posts as you need.

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[ post #31 ]

After loosing sight of the lookouts and the person in the booth, Seth walks on for a few minutes before stepping into the entrance of an alley to check the cards in his pocket.

Lemme see...

After revealing the message and reading it he pockets the message again.

Ok! That's nice! I'd better get going...

Turning north he joins the crowd, going through the text in his mind again.

Spiced meatsticks...Great! Now I'm hungry!


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OOC: Seth will be carefully watching the surroundings while nearing the adress.

EDIT: Added reaction

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[ post #32 ]

"C`mon mate," Tatsu says to the Falleen, after apologising to the Stormie, "get in."

Once (if Savan gets in ) they`re both in the speeder, Tatsu pulls away and heads north, sealing the windows so they can talk in private.

"Out of interest, I`m not exactly the best pilot in the galaxy...I`m no Skywalker y`know (smiles), so maybe you`d prefer to drive once we get away from those Stormtroopers...?"

OOC: If Lopan doesn`t wanna get in, then I`ll hang about and see what he`s got planned...though we`d better get a move on and get away from these stormies...

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[ post #33 ]

Lopan nods to the human and steps into the speeder. "I'm fine with that," agreeing to drive when he is ready.

"So what is your name? Do you have any idea what that explosion was about? What do you do?" Savan pays more attention to what is happening outside of the speeder than what is happening on the inside as he speaks.

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[ post #34 ]

Slamming the door, coaxing the unwilling repulsors to life, Tatsu pulls out onto the road again, nearly hitting a DocSpeeder that zooms past.
He turns north and gets up to the best possible (and legal) speed.
"My name is Tatsumaru, though Tatsu will do. I`m a painter," he says, nodding toward his backpack and painting supplies on the back seat.
"That toy you`ve got belonged to Seera, a...friend of mine. Let`s just say that she is...was, no supporter of the Empire," Tatsu swallows a lump in his throat, "and it seems she payed for it back there in that explosion, may her spirit walk the void in peace."

After a few minutes Tatsu pulls over at a small store, "One thing: just before that fireball immolated my closest friend on this planet, she called me...she said she thought that someone had sold her out...if that`s true, that person is not safe. Nowhere. Well, now it`s your turn...to drive, that is," he says with a smile as he gets out to swap places with Savan.

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[ post #35 ]

Settling down in to a comfortable position, Troykaw calmed her breathing and kept a steely grey eye on the entrance. If she could not stake out the location ahead of time, she liked to at least have an idea of who was at the party.

besides, I can't ruin my reputation for being fashionably late not can I?

OOC:
Sit and wait...spot and listen checks as needed.

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[ post #36 ]

Savan steps into the driver seat. "My name is Savan. So that explosion was directly linked to your friend, and she was probably betrayed to the Empire. It sounds like your friend was a big thorn in the Empire's side." Savan thinks a moment.

Savan takes out the head of the toy from his pocket and examines whatever is stuffed inside of the toy's head.

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[ post #37 ]

(While Savan is rooting around in his pocket for the head)

"I`d say Seera did her bit for freedom...but her work is unfinished," Tatsu comments, looking out the window at the nearest sign of the Empire (a Stormtrooper, a recruitment/COMPNOR poster, etc), "So Savan...lets have a look at that trinket"
(Peers over at the goods)
"Hmm....I guess we`d best head north, ne?"
"So Savan, what is it that you do?"

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[ post #38 ]

Adramé puts the card back into her pocket after reading it. Well this is interesting. She checks her blaster, just incase this meeting isn't really with her aunt. I better go check this out. I haven't seen my aunt in a long time, and if it is her it will be a good reunion. Adramé takes a look around her, then powers up her speeder. She moves out of the parking area and goes to the coordinates indicated on the card.

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[ post #39 ]

After reading the note, "Yes we better head to the address listed."

Savan starts heading North in the speeder. "I'm an avid historian," he says with a smile.

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[ post #40 ]

"A historian, eh? They say history is written by the victors...if you ask me things got slightly screwed up along the way..." Tatsu grimaces as the speeder passes a large COMPNOR poster ("The Empire Wants YOU!")

"Hmm...a painter and a historian...now there`s a dangerous combination!" Tatsu laughs, trying to ease the tension.

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[ post #41 ]

"Yes, what they say is absolutely true. These days, propoganda and 'history' are often hard to distinguish." Savan catches Tatsu's response to a recruiting poster.

Savan smiles at Tatsu's joke. "Look out universe." Despite the recent events, Savan appears to be very calm and confident.

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Update #5

[ post #42 ]

OOC: Alright, I'm going to post in general, none specifically, since your all arriving to the same spot. I'll be out for the next day or two, and i'm asuming all your reaction posts will be cascade effect as you each arrive in whatever order, so feel free and post as needed, this applies for all of you .

The late afternoon sun was shinning high in the north sky, few clouds, a slight cool breeze and mildly warm temps. A day like this was considered paradise weather by most beings in the galaxy. In a few hours it'll be evening, however sunset would not arrive til 9pm. Unfortunately, it's been anything but paradise for the majority of the city...

The northern industrial section of the city was the oldest part of the city. Everything progressed slowly from new to older as the various roads headed northwards to the edges of the city. Industrial Drive was one of the lesser used roads, skirting on the East edge of the city, its pavement lined with cracks, denoting the age of being one of the first built.

Route 5A, this particularly wide street was lined with old wharehouses, narrow alleyways inbetween, with a long abandoned factory at the very East end, making for a dead end. The other end of the block, opposite of the factory, the usual sounding traffic of large transports and loading equipment could be heard steadily.

An old hover truck could be seen sitting on the south side of the street, who's seen better days. Nouth side of the street was covered in the buildings' shadows. Both sides of the streets themselves were sparsely littered with bits of trash, old broken crates and barrels sitting inbetween the loading docks of the wharehouses and stair wells. The tall wharehouses themselves have seen better days, the duracrete walls were faded peeling paint, highlighted by rust growth around the dock doors and darkened window panes.

OOC: Map for Route 5A

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[ post #43 ]

The speeder arrives at its destination. Savan slows its speed and cautiously looks around the area. He decides to park across the street to the old truck, on the shaded side of the street. Savan steps out of the speeder and looks around before he sets his eyes on the address mentioned in the note.

"Well then, here is the address listed." Savan does not feel comfortable in these surroundings. He looks to Tatsu.

"Something doesn't feel right here."

Savan is 2 meters tall. His dark green skin only seems to enhance his handsome appearance. Falleen are considered one of the most aesthetically appealing species in the galaxy, and Savan is no exception. His muscular build is apparent even through his combat jumpsuit. Over his shoulder is a simple satchel. A large staff-looking object wrapped in cloth is carried on his back.

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Enter Seth!

[ post #44 ]

As Lopan looks around he sees a lone human coming up the street. He is around 1.70m tall of normal build. He is wearing black trousers, a white shirt and a dark-blue vest. His hair is brown, short and slightly unruly. Over his shoulder he wears a satchel.

He walks on the sunlit side of the street, eating some kind of pastry. He stops at the old hovertruck, picking the last pieces from the wrapper.

Then he looks around as if searching for something. He looks to Lopan, smiles and nods.

After completing his visual search of the vincinity he shrugs, folds up the wrapper and stuffs it into one of his pockets.

Then he looks back to Lopan and the Speeder, shielding his eyes from the sun with his left hand, his right hand behind his back, as if to hold the satchel.

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[ post #45 ]

The hairs on the back of his neck tingling, Tatsu sits in the speeder, with the door open. Quickly he screws the two halves of his naginata together, but keeps it in the car, out of sight...but just in reach.
Tying back his hair, he steps out of the speeder and leans against it, just next to his door...
He takes a good, long, slow look about the street, taking in the newly arrived human.

OOC: Tatsu is about 1.75m, Japanese-style male human, quite muscular, with green eyes and long black hair. He`s wearing baggy, dark blue trousers slit up the sides (think "hakama"), knee-high soft boots and a dark brown vest. He has a wide belt and a white cloth seemingly bandaging his left bicep. He`s got a paint-stained backpack on.

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[ post #46 ]

Tatsu`s ears prick up, he turns to face the shadows...
"Hey you in the shadows, with the noisy leather belt...wanna come out and show your face?"

OOC: that means you Trokaw

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[ post #47 ]

Seth looks from Tatsu to Lopan and back. Then he shakes his head.

"It's always the same! I get invited, but no one knows I'm invited. And I don't know others are invited. In fact I don't get told what kind of party is happening.

And then everybody looks at me as if I told them 'I do not want to date your sister, she's an ugly hutt'."

Blinking against the sun he looks at Lopan and Tatsu.

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[ post #48 ]

Savan sees the newcomer come down the street. Once Tatsu speaks, Savan realizes that he has spotted someone that was hidden. Just after Tatsu calls out Troykaw, Seth speaks to Savan and Tatsu.

Savan looks to Seth, "Invited were you? By whom and for what purpose?"

Savan then looks into the direction Tatsu spoke, as hidden people are concerning him much more considering today's earlier events.

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[ post #49 ]

From the shadows a female voice laughs, "Lucky guess, stick boy, but don't let these others believe it was otherwise." Out of the shadows steps a Twi'lek who's dark blue skin is unlike most of the females of her species. She seems to materialize out of shadows, as if formed of shadow made real. "I have snuck past Royal Imperial Guards, so there is no way you heard me. I applaud your instincts though."

The woman is wearing a black jump suit that is covered in small pockets. Casually, almost as if she forgot it was there, she is holding a blaster carbine that looks as if it was bought new yesterday. Her steely grey eyes pass over the assempled rif-raf, but she does not stray far from the cover she just emreged from.

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[ post #50 ]

Seth's whiny expression changes to a sly grin as he sees Troykaw stepping out of the shadows.

"I was invited by a relative of mine. We wanted to catch up on old times."

Each of them could wipe the floor with you...
he thinks to himself while he slowly shifts his hands into a position in which they can be seen by the others.

Better take no risk...

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[ post #51 ]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Dr_Worm
[B] "Lucky guess, stick boy, but don't let these others believe it was otherwise." "I have snuck past Royal Imperial Guards, so there is no way you heard me. I applaud your instincts though."[QUOTE]
"Not instincts, good lady" Tatsu says, bowing deeply, "Your spirit called to me...and so did your belt, most fashionable though it is."

"Well, it seems we`re all here for a reunion...though I get the feeling no-one knows who the guest of honour is..."

Seth says:
And then everybody looks at me as if I told them 'I do not want to date your sister, she's an ugly hutt'."

"Yeeees , well, perhaps we had best proceed inside," Tatsu suggests, bowing and motioning toward the target building.

Picking up his naginata, taking his heavy blaster out of his backpack and fixing the holster to his wide belt, re-shouldering his backpack, Tatsu walks across to the rather nervous-seeming Seth.
"Don`t be so jittery...we`re all in this together."

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[ post #52 ]

Originally posted by Ronin "Don`t be so jittery...we`re all in this together."

Time to stop the acting...

Seth's face turns serious while he takes out a blaster from his satchel and attaches the holster to his belt.

"Well... I'm not fully convinced of this yet ..."

"At least... meeting Auntie should be a real experience... looking at her nephews and nieces I think she must be a biological wonder."

With a raised eyebrow he looks at the others.

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[ post #53 ]

Savan nods to Tatsu and looks at his naginata. "Interesting weapon you have there."

Savan removes the cloth from his double-vibro blade and blaster carbine from his satchel. He folds the cloth and places it in the satchel, and rests the carbine on top of the cloth. He takes hold of his double-bladed weapon, ready to proceed inside. "Shall we?"

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[ post #54 ]

Eyeing Ronin with amused distrust Troykaw laughs at the exchange between him and one of the others. "What is it about you boys who are so eager to unsheath your weapon and show the others yours is bigger?"

Standing poised, but not tense, Troykaw waits for the others to enter the structure. I didn't get this far by letting people get bhind me with weapons she thought to hersel. Besides there is something about spirit boy that I just do not trust.

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[ post #55 ]

Seth looks over to Troykaw.

"I know mine ain't bigger!" He smiles at her...
"And you started it!", looking at her blaster carbine.

Seth turns to the door.

"May I have a look at that keypad over there? Let me see..."

Seth examines the keypad and murmurs:

"After all it's not a thing of size... it's how you use it...."

OOC: Seth takes a look at the keypad... is it for an security alarm? Does it open the door?
And after discerning what it is, he tries to disarm/open it.
Disable Device +5 Rank +2 Mod --> +7

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[ post #56 ]

Tatsu looks at everyone tooling up for combat.
"Well, if this is how Auntie holds a party, I really must recommend she moves to a better neighbourhood...." he looks down to the end of the road, "I don`t like dead ends...they can be all to literal."

He turn back to Savan; "This," he says, holding the naginata, "is Akumanogekido. As I said; I`m a painter...and the forests and countryside of this world have some dangerous predators. I do so dislike being interupted whilst I`m at work."

"Perhaps we can continue this discussion, and all get aquainted at a later time...it seems our timid companion has come out of his shell."

"Don`t open it quite yet."
Tatsu puts his ear to the door, and opens his mouth to help his hearing.

OOC: listening for, um, anything really!

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[ post #57 ]

Seth tries his hand at the keypad with cardslot on the door. Nothing happens.

OOC: disable device +7, rolled 10 ... failed.

Tatsu listens for anything unusual. Although very feint, the familiar whine of a repulsorlift can be heard, seemingly if it's coming through from one of the narrow alleyways between the wharehouses.

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[ post #58 ]

Though she knows that she cannot hide from the rabble at the door, Troykaw steps back in the shadows and attempts to hide from the incomming repulsor. Setting the Carbine down she pulls the disassembled Long Rifle out of her pack and starts assembling it (2 rounds).

OOC: Hide +9, move silently +9 If the vehicle arrives before the rifle is assembled she will drop it and pick the carbine back up.

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[ post #59 ]

"There`s a repulsorcraft coming," Tatsu says to the others, pointing in the general direction.
"Methinks the good lady has a fine idea there...perhaps we`d best seek concealment."

OOC: about how long do I think I`ve got before the speeder comes into the street?
I`d like to climb up onto this building`s roof if possible (but how high is it? Do I have enough time? Could I jump it?).
If that`s not feasible, then I`ll duck behind some nearby crates.
GMs: I don`t have my character sheet with me (Sorry!), so can you look up my climb/jump/hide as necessary...

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[ post #60 ]

Adrame pulls her speeder into an empty parking space. She shuts it down and locks the controls. Well, lets see where this place is. Adrame pulls the card out again to double check the coordinates. This is the right spot. Now lets go see my aunt. She starts walking toward the meeting place. Adrame looks around herself, looking for anything suspicious, like an ambush. She fingers her blaster, ready for action.

Adrame is of average height with a slim build. She has shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. Right now she is wearing a dark green form fitting flight suit, with goggles around her neck. Her blaster is slung low from her belt, and she carries many tools on it.

OOC: Spot +9 for anything unusual.

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[ post #61 ]

Seth tries to open the door via the keypad. A mocking buzzing sound is all he gets.

E chu ta!

He takes a look at the message card from his "aunt"...

"Maybe this is the key..." and compares the size of the card with the slot.

"There`s a repulsorcraft coming," Tatsu says to the others, pointing in the general direction. "Methinks the good lady has a fine idea there...perhaps we`d best seek concealment."

"Naw, people like I don't look good when hiding..." he says with a grin. He leaves the doorway and leans lazily at the wall beside it, watching the street and the incoming speeder.

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[ post #62 ]

"There`s a repulsorcraft coming," Tatsu says to the others, pointing in the general direction. "Methinks the good lady has a fine idea there...perhaps we`d best seek concealment."

Savan nods once, "Perhaps it would be best." Savan runs to the side of the building and crouches, peeking from around the corner.

He sees a speeder park and the slim lady that steps out of it. She starts to walk towards the building they are trying to enter. Another person recieved a message to meet here? Maybe an Imperial headhunter? Savan frowns, We've met each other without hostility, I don't see what could hurt with adding another late entry. If one of these people is an Imperial, I'll have to find out much more personally than from hiding.

Savan steps out from behind the building and walks toward Adrame. "Another invitation? May I ask who invited you?"

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OOC: GMs...if I`m on the roof, I`d like to stay there (if I`m not on the roof...I`d kinda like to get there!)....maybe see if there`s a skylight. It might be handy if one of us is on-high.

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[ post #64 ]

Still leaning at the wall beside the door Seth starts to think:

OK! Situation check...

His eyes move to the shadows in which Troykaw made her disappearence

The blaster-toting Lady Midnight over there looks like Spec-Ops incarnate... I'd guess she's not with the Imperials...

His eyes wander on to Savan...

The blade-toting Falleen over there seems to know the artist... Can't tell much about him...

His eyes wander on to the place Tatsu was before disappearing

The long-pointy-blade-thingy-toting "artist" seems a real oddball... not a good cover for an imperial agent...

His gaze snaps back to Adramé...

That leaves flygirl over there... and me. Maybe they think I am an imperial spy... better act a bit more "trustworthy"!

His grin widens as he waves a friendly wave into the direction of Adramé.

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After much consideration, Tatsu walks into the alleyway, stopping just infront of Troykaw to secure his naginata to his belt.
"If you'll excuse me, Lady of the Lekku,"...
He then braces his back against the warehouse, his feat against the opposite building, and chimneys up the alleyway.
Reaching the top, he heaves himself onto the roof of the warehouse.
Staying prone, not wanting to disrupt the skyline too much, he takes a look around from his newly elevated position...

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Tatsu walks into the alleyway, stopping just infront of Troykaw to secure his naginata to his belt.

"You son of a bantha," Troykaw says under her breath, "when a woman hides in a shadow it is generally a bad idea to direct attention to her. Remind me not to let you be on my point team stick boy."

Abandoning all hope for stealth thanks to Tatsu, Troykaw continues to stay in full cover and assemble her longrifle.

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[ post #67 ]

Hearing the angry Twi'lek's muttering, Tatsu reminds himself that he'd better steer clear of "the Lady of the Lekku" in future...or, a strange thought crosses his mind....actually try to befriend her...
pulling this thoughts back to the present, he continues looking about...

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Savan steps out from behind the building and walks toward Adrame. "Another invitation? May I ask who invited you?"

"My aunt invited me to visit her," Adramé says. Could all of these people be working for the Rebellion? If there here they must be, but I'll keep an eye on them. Adramé pulls the card she recieved out of her belt and hands it to Savan, "Here is the invite I recieved." She looks at the other members of the group: they all look like they are from different parts of the galaxy. The man, she believes he is called Seth, waves at her and smiles. Adramé returns the wave and gives him a sincere smile. Well, they haven't taken me prisoner yet.

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Ronin crawls across the rooftop to the edge nearest the others, whistles and points in the direction of the coming white lights.
"Looks like we might have company soon, could be a search party...I suggest we get a move on!"
He then returns to surveying the top of the building...

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"Sithspit!" Troykaw said at the news, "Well I guess if no one is going to do it." Troy stood and walked out of the shadows with fluid grace. "If you ladies are done eyeing each other, I think it would be prudent of us to get inside."

Shouldering her long rifle and her pack, Troykaw walked up to the door and tries her hand at the panel lock.

OOC:
1d20 (1 time)

ROLL #1: 19 (+ 7) = 26

COMMENTS:
Disable Device

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[ post #71 ]

Hearing the words from Ronin Seth turns around and looks at the card slot again. Taking out his "invitation"-card he tries it on the reader.

If that doesn't work we'll need a less subtle approach... I'm sure the Falleen and the Twi'lek can provide that...

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[ post #72 ]

OOC: Vanger and I worked this out

IC:
Just as Troykaw is about to try to decode the lock she has an idea. She takes out the datapad and uses the card with the invite to try and open the door. To her surprise it works.

Inside is near darkness, however her eyes adjust quicker than a huamns and she is able to scan the room. To everyone else, however the spce beyond the door is pich black. To the others she says "Stay here, let me recon. Com channel 321.23.13".

"Stay here, let me recon." After a few moments the rest hear her report from the comm channel. "It is a large recieveing area of some kind. Along the far wall are lockers, one has an Imperial uniform sticking out of it. In the center is a large hovertruck. The engines are warm, I am pretty sure it has been used recently. There appears to be no one in here."

"Go ahead and come in...there is nothing to trip on...and close the door behind you. Wait until I give the okay before you shine any lights. Oh, and tell stick-boy to be quiet."

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[ post #73 ]

With a mild smirk at the comment "Stick boy", Tatsu takes out his commlink;
"Oh Lady of the Lekku, is there any sign of our dear, old aunt? And...there appears to be a constabulary speeder sweeping the area. I've got a good vantage point if you would rather I remain on look-out, I'm pretty sure they won't see me."

OOC: I wanna take a look at the skylights, see if they look openable...
If that speeder gets too close I wanna get hidden, well hidden (but I'm presuming it's not too near yet).

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