Gotal nods and raises his glass in toast, "Let us toast to a peaceful resolution, that the Empire may leave free people free".
Walking over towards the security detail watching him, Renlo says, "Good evening. My name is Renlo Tacksa. Six days ago, on Brugger, I was asked by Captain Byrn to deliver a message to Senator Toora. Here is my contact information. He said it was urgent, so please contact me as soon as the Senator has a moment. I will, of course, surrender any weapons for the meeting, to ensure the Senator's safety. Looking forward to hearing from you."
Turning, Renlo walked back over to Jak and said, "Okay, I've set up an in. Let's hang around for a bit longer, then head out."
"Sounds good to me. Now let's just hope our shipmates are keeping a low profile."
Are we ready to gamble?
Gotal & Corven
With a slight grin, Commander Crane seems to relax slightly. In turn, the other members do as well. They all raise their glasses.
” A Toast! To peace. Live and let live!” Lieutenant Krieg states.
Crane nods.
”A toast to peace then,” he adds. He knocks back the drink and sets the empty on the table.
”Alright boys, let's go. We've got a welcoming party to prepare for,” he continues.
”Thanks for the drinks. Perhaps the toast will hold and we can toast new beginnings in a week.”
Crane makes a quick circling motion with his hand, eyes each of his companions and heads for the door.
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Renlo & Jak
The beast of a security guard looks down at Renlo as he approaches. Without a word, he listens to the entreaty and visibly relaxes when Renlo turns to leave. His partner, a beast of a female, looks to be prepared for immediate action. Her hand rests lightly on a weapon and her stance says “try me.” She is scanning the area in case Renlo is a decoy or deception. Male Beast touches his ear and starts to murmur.
A few moments later, Jak and Renlo are discussing the exchange and the guard walks up.
”It's late. The Senator will meet you here at noon tomorrow.”
He taps a datapad and Renlo's pings with incoming information.
”Don't be late.”
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Donavaan & Moroka
The hand goes in a typical fashion, two of the players fold up front. Two others remain.
Donavaan looks at his cards, and they look promising.
Player 3, a Gotal, looks around the table... ”I bet 50 crrrrRRRrrr-edits.”
Player 4, a pig snouted Gamorrian grunts. [through a translator] ”I see your 50
All eyes fall on you, Donavaan.
"I thank you for your time, gentlemen. I'll see you at noon tomorrow."
Turning to Jak, he said, "We have our appointment. Shall we head back to the ship for the night?"
I see your 50 credits, states the noble.
I see your 50 credits, states the noble.
The dealer slides cards to all the players still in the game...
The pot has grown to 750 credits!
Donavaan looks at his hand... an Idiot's Array! He is confident that he will win the hand. He sets his hand down and scans the table, trying to read the faces of his competition. A small chirp announces that the randomizer shifted the cards. Both other players had just pushed their hands into the stasis field.
Donavaan peaks at his cards again... BUST! They now total more than 23.
Easy come, easy go... it's only money anyway.
The Gamorrean flips his hand and starts to chuckle and squeal as he gathers in the pot.
The grey skinned dealer patiently waits until the winner has retrieved his winnings and then starts again...
"Ante up!"
"Sounds good to me, Renlo."
He then says into his comm, "This is Jak. We got a meet set up. We'll see you back on the ship."
Ok. He is kind of drunk but he doesnt like to loose but it is only money sooo...
He antes up
Why is it a +1 bonus? I was looking in CORE book on gambling and I could not find anything.
Gotal turns to Corven "I do not think they are nearly as confident as they sound. Let's head back and find the others, I doubt there is much more to learn hopping to any other cantinas".
He antes up
1d20+1Why is it a +1 bonus? I was looking in CORE book on gambling and I could not find anything.
He antes up
1d20+1Why is it a +1 bonus? I was looking in CORE book on gambling and I could not find anything.
The other players ante up which puts the pot at 300 credits.
The dealer sends two cards to each player. After each player looks, the hand goes similarly to the last round. Two fold, two stay.
Each remaining player ups the bet by 50 credits. You feel confident on your hand this time around. You quickly push the cards into the stasis field.
The pot sits at 750 credits.
"Agreed," Corven replies with a nod. "Let us go get Moroka and Donavaan then. What do you think, will they -or rather he- be winning or losing?"
With a cheer the noble will collect his winnings.
Maybe one more round.
"If he Gambles as well as he Shoots when drunk I would say up. Tell me, do you think we should inform him as to what happened with the Trooper?"
I will bet a 100 credits! he declares.
He will look down at his cards and
Deception to make people think he has a worse hand than he does.
Gamble
Moroka reaches for her beeping comlink. "Good work, Jak. I trust there were no major challenges. Feel free to meet us at Fett's Folly. We're at the sabacc table, much to our chagrin--don't ask."
Now as long as our drunken deadeye doesn't bet every last credit on a single hand, this could actually be a productive night...
She then spots Gotal and Corven approaching, waving them over and speaking low under the din of the bar. "So far, so good. He's actually won some money. I'm starting to think he has a gift for inebriation..."
The cards are shuffled. Two of the players change. The Gamorrean has been summoned back to work and the Gotal has lost all he can stand.
Another human and a Ithorian join.
The squib looks at Donavaan and with a sharp toothed grin responds to the 100 credit bet.
"It is good of you to decide to put your money back into my hands."; Squibs are not known for eloquence.
The first two cards are dealt.
After the first two rounds of betting the pot has grown to 1000 credits.
All four players are still "in."
The final round of cards is dealt.
After another round, the pot has grown to 1200 credits.
Exchanging a look with Jak at the news Donavaan was gambling, Renlo set about finding transportation to Fett's Folly.
Time to cut losses and wallow in them with another drink.
Exchanging a look with Jak at the news Donavaan was gambling, Renlo set about finding transportation to Fett's Folly.
The crowd is breaking up and it is after 10pm local time. The "pick-up" line is very busy at the front gate of the Governor's mansion. There is lots of talk about the speech given by Senator Toora. Generally speaking, most of the overheard conversation is positive and hopeful. You ask the valet how long it may take to get a cab; 15 minutes he responds.
Time to cut losses and wallow in them with another drink.
You gather up your chips and head to the "exchange" to trade in these tokens and get spendable credits. The transaction takes about 10 minutes after which you make your way back to the bar to order a drink. Roughly 15 minutes after you decide you want another drink, you finally get one... another 15 credits lighter.
He will sit at the counter and hum a little song to himself.
Moroka sighs, relived that the gambling is finally over, following Donavaan to the bar to wait for the others.
"At the risk of encouraging dangerous behavior, I have to give credit where it's due, Donavaan: you seem to have a gift for this. Seems a little raw, but talent it talent."
She orders a drink from the barkeep--something dry, if possible--and turns to look over the barscene, leaning back on the bar.
"Now, if you can just learn to do all that without stumbling and falling asleep at odd times..." She muses with a knowing smile.
With events at a lull, Moroka takes a moment to scan the crowd surreptitiously, remaining as casual as possible while she extends her senses through the force to scout the scene.
Better to find out on purpose than be surprised, right Master?
Takes the edge off and keeps the voices and headaches away he mumbles asking for another.
"I am not so sure," Corven answers Gotal's question. "He seems prone to certain... excesses. And I think that telling him what really happened may drive him to drinking even more, at least now. But memory is a funny little thing and he may very well remember it all himself." He sighs softly. "But if he is to deal with it, he must first know about it. And the fact that he is Force-sensitive probably complicates thinks."
Corven shrugs apologetically. "Not much help, I know..."
Moroka sighs, relived that the gambling is finally over, following Donavaan to the bar to wait for the others.
"At the risk of encouraging dangerous behavior, I have to give credit where it's due, Donavaan: you seem to have a gift for this. Seems a little raw, but talent it talent."
She orders a drink from the barkeep--something dry, if possible--and turns to look over the barscene, leaning back on the bar.
"Now, if you can just learn to do all that without stumbling and falling asleep at odd times..." She muses with a knowing smile.
[dice=use the force, sense force]1d20+14
With events at a lull, Moroka takes a moment to scan the crowd surreptitiously, remaining as casual as possible while she extends her senses through the force to scout the scene.
Better to find out on purpose than be surprised, right Master?
"You are right, we should wait until we are off world to tell him. A binge on his part would make this task harder on all of us".
Gotal heads to where Moroka and Donavaan are seated, "Did you hear from the others yet?"
The noble will call one if the servers over and whisper into their ear. know where I can get some spice?
damn headache isn't getting any better
The noble will call one if the servers over and whisper into their ear. know where I can get some spice?
damn headache isn't getting any better
The human male bartender comes over, listens to the request, looks stunned and responds..."Sir that is illegal. Are you a cop?"
He takes a breath and fills in. "Are you trying to set me up?
Moroka nods. "They've set up a meet for tomorrow it seems. I've asked them to rendezvous here; I'm sure they'll be along presently."
She overhears the dangerous request next to her, chiming in on Donavaan's behalf. "No, no, none of that. Drinks are all well and good, Donavaan, but that's really where we need to draw the line, I think."
He rolls his eyes at Moroka and turns to the barkeep flashing him a half grin Do I look like I would want to set you up?
He rolls his eyes at Moroka and turns to the barkeep flashing him a half grin Do I look like I would want to set you up?
The barkeeps glances from Moroka to Donavaan shrugs and states, "I don't know you at all, you could very well be." With that, he turns his attention to other patrons trying to get his attention and moves on.
He turns back to the Jedi, How dare you! You don't understand. I need something to stop the headaches. They get worse around this many people! as he goes to sit with the rest of the group.
Moroka sighs, taking a seat. "And you think a drug that's illegal for a reason is going to help?"
She scans her immediate area for prying ears and leans in, speaking in a low whisper. "What you're asking won't be worth it, but I know what will be."
Gotal turns to Donavaan, "Any luck with the gambling tables?"
He will ask Moroka, You do? Tell me?
In response to Gotal's question? I won 750 credits, but lost a 100 of so
Exchanging a look with Jak at the news Donavaan was gambling, Renlo set about finding transportation to Fett's Folly.
Jak frowns, and then pulls out his comm.
"Esteemed Corda. Are you in the neighborhood?"
Exchanging a look with Jak at the news Donavaan was gambling, Renlo set about finding transportation to Fett's Folly.Jak frowns, and then pulls out his comm.
"Esteemed Corda. Are you in the neighborhood?"
As if he were waiting on your call, a translator droid responds over the sound of Rodian in the background.
"The esteemed Corda is glad that you are beings of your word. He will pick you up where he dropped you off in 5 minutes 23 seconds and 14 milliseconds unless traffic inhibits our travel."
The young noble will call a server over and ask for a bottle and 3 cups, one for him, one for Gotal and one for Moroka. He wants a 200 credit bottle of the good stuff.
Now tell me about what you told me you were going to tell me. as he pours the drinks into the glasses.
Glad that Corda would be able to retrieve them quickly, Renlo waited with Jak by the taxi stand for him. As he did so, he observed the crowd, trying to catch their mood after Senator Toora's speech.