Kibitja thinks a bit. Inputting something into his vox-box
Torture, maybe?
"Maybe dem just settle and wait for dey suffrin' folks be poppin outta de deep black. 'Bottas be all patient, wait lang day." Fassa suggests.
"Yeah, oddly...." is all Volo adds. "Trellian was it? Can I speak to you in private?"
Volo pulls Roc out towards the corridor and makes sure they're aren't in ear-shot of anyone else.
He speaks in a half-whisper.
"Ok ok ok! You're a Jedi, there's no hiding what you already figured out about me, but ignore that for a minute, ok? Who is this lady, and what could the CIS possibly want with her? We're both on the same page about this being oddly coincidental, but let's be real here...nobles can't always be trusted. What have you figured out about her?"
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Roc grabs his robe as he walks down the corridor. He casually puts it on as he speaks. Anybody trying to read his lips would have a hard time.
"Very little," Roc says in hushed tones, "This whole mission had scant details and briefing. Any one of us except you or I could be a spy. She seems very taken with material pleasures and highly emotionally unstable, but it could be an act. Her pilot seems to be as he says at least. I noticed he has a few concealed weapons on him but it is not too surprising if he acts as her bodyguard in these times. That droid seemed to show up looking for work with suspicious timing. The jawa is . . . a jawa. Rin Shi has hardly spoken a word since I saw her on the landing platform. I don't know what to think about the Gungan at all.
Kibitja walks out of the bridge and to his room, humming happily. As he walks by Roc and Volo, he gives a friendly wave. It's obvious Kibitja does not know what Roc is discussing.
Roc grabs his robe as he walks down the corridor. He casually puts it on as he speaks. Anybody trying to read his lips would have a hard time.
"Very little," Roc says in hushed tones, "This whole mission had scant details and briefing. Any one of us except you or I could be a spy. She seems very taken with material pleasures and highly emotionally unstable, but it could be an act. Her pilot seems to be as he says at least. I noticed he has a few concealed weapons on him but it is not too surprising if he acts as her bodyguard in these times. That droid seemed to show up looking for work with suspicious timing. The jawa is . . . a jawa. Rin Shi has hardly spoken a word since I saw her on the landing platform. I don't know what to think about the Gungan at all.
"I say you press our employer for more details. I'll work Breah and see if I can get him to leak any information"
Firith begins to walk toward Sliffs quarters, and once there, knocks on the door. Ma'am? It's Firith, your new service droid. Did you hear about the incident with the separatists ship? He discretely reaches down and turns on his audio recorder.
Rin smirks a bit when she is mentioned, but still says nothing.
Once everything is quiet again, Volo begins work on Breah. He opens with a hearty laugh.
"Damn, quite the eventful trip so far, eh Breah? Not even a day off of Coruscant and trouble finds me. It's a talent, really. Twenty plus years rollicking in the rotting muck of that cesspool and you're bound to make some enemies. Didn't think I'd ever make any quite like the CIS, but I'm sure they won't take my name too lightly if we ever cross paths again. Do you believe that was pure chance? I don't know much about this master of yours, but it smells to me like she's got a trash heap rife with rats." He pulls out a snack stick from within his vest and begins smacking away at it while he talks. "So, d'you think it was the droid who sold us out? He's got control of where the ship ends up after all. It would be the perfect set-up. Or how about that wookiee you mentioned? How about this: any bad blood your lady got brewing? These are need to know things," Volo says nonchalantly. "You've got a crew full of people on this ship whose only terms of loyalty is a paycheck. They can come across that sort of money other ways. If you want me to keep them in line, you're going to have to tell me everything you know, everything you think, everything you might even suspect as foul. Something like this happened too early on and could've spooked my people out already. I'll get them back together though, just be honest with me, Breah. What's going on?"
My apologies, master. Now would you like me to attend to you, or may I go off on my own? Firith seems a little over-eager to serve. But, then again, he is a service droid
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@Volo: Breah looks at you and sighs. "I've worked for sliff and her family for ten years, and never has any of her line done anything to make me question the loyalty I have inserted in them. now what concerns me is not the CIS, rather that the ship's engines didn't work properly. do you know of Sliff's step-brother? Breah doesn't pause to let you answer, Well, when sliff was only 12, her father remarried to another woman, his last wife- Sliff's mother- had died 5 years previous of a strange sickness that could not be explained. Now this woman had a son, born from another man long before his mother met Sliff's father. His name is Dash, and he is a selfish lot. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw that little Nerf-herder. lately, since sliff's father had become sick, he's been trying to suck up to Sliff. you see she is in line to inherit quite allot of credits and even a large trading company. Sliff's father owns a large amount of the fine clothing trade. Dash has done quite a few things recently, as if he's trying to get on Sliff's good side. First, he bought our astro-tec droid, B9. then he went ahead and paid for this ship, peace of junk that it is... makes me think he's just doing this to suck up and drain some of that money from sliff herself
Rin smirks a bit when she is mentioned, but still says nothing.
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Of course, whatever you wish
Kibitja steps out of his cabin, and wanders through the ship, looking for something new.
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@Roc: You are able to hear the conversation between Sliff and firith
"well, then... I think I may have actually changed my mind. sure you have the tools needed for proper etiquette and such, but any droid can be used for the tasks i have in mind... First: go ask Breah if we are continuing on our trip to kashyyyk, Second: make sure that 'rat' jawa isn't snooping around. and lastly: make sure breah cooks us a nice dinner, it's about that time and i have a craving for fish..." slif says
Firith nods Of course. He walks out of the room, and quickly opens and shuts the door. Ah, master Trellian. May I call you that? he says rather loudly, and begins to lead him away from Sliff. He then whispers. What were you doing?
Firith looks around, but leans in closer That still doesn't answer my question! His normal robotic voice has a hint of stress in it
Kibitja ends up at the bridge again. Finding nothing to do, he looks out of the window, thinking of home.
Firith watches Roc leave Hm.... I like him already He then turns around and begins heading back towards the bridge. Once there he asks Breah if they are indeed going to Kashyyyk.
"Dash." Volo says slowly as if he were writing the name down. "And the droid was gifted recently. Got it. Let's keep going with our task. The Jedi and I'll get down to the bottom of this, but we can't change any of our plans or else Dash'll know we're onto him... If that damn droid isn't relaying everything we say already."
Firith nods at Breah's response, then turns towards Volo. So... tell me about yourself
This was slow pace? With all the daily RP I was completely lost... I'd hate to see what you consider a fast pace.