No, you never would do anything like that, I know, I just know other Zeltrons that would. he flashes her a half grin and sips his drink.
Search Your Feelings- DC 25
Nodding, Renlo says, "A good thought. The less attention we draw, the better."
A cab slows to a halt in front of Renlo and Jak; the Rodian driver leans over the door with his left arm draped across it.
"Glibber untunyc oto-wa guda?"
a small driod the size of two fists together make a slight "bzzz" sound and translates.
"The esteemed Corda is offering to transport you two gentle beings to your desired destination. The cost is twenty credits each inside the city, more out. What is your destination?"
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"How much to get to the governor's mansion?"
"How much to get to the governor's mansion?"
The esteemed Corda looks at Renlo for a second... as if perplexed. Then with a slight shrug of resignation, he replies.
"Goon dooda globo moosha?" Ooba galatee otho."The translator droid whirs into action.
"The esteemed Corda says that you drive a hard bargain. He is willing to drive you both to the governor's mansion for 25 credits each."
Gotal will begin focusing on the patrons of the cantina and their conversation, Perception to begin listening to the conversations around me.
Perception
"There is perhaps one last thing," Corven adds before turning his attention to the people around him and their conversations as he begins to mingle. "You should consider speaking to the others, like Moroka has thought of doing. They deserve to know what the stakes are and what they are going to be getting themselves into, what with the bounties over your heads and such. That is not to say that you should not take some time to see if you can actually trust them with such a secret. Though I am betting if Renlo noticed your trick, he probably knows what you are as well."
"The esteemed Corda says that you drive a hard bargain. He is willing to drive you both to the governor's mansion for 25 credits each."
Jak grimaced. "Esteemed Corda, make it 22 each, and you got a deal. And of course, we would be happy to remember you the next time we need transport. And recommend you to our associates in town."
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"After all, esteemed Corda, would multiple repeat customers not provide more than a one shot? Surely 22 credits would be fine."
Winking at one of the barkeeps the noble will ask for another drink and maybe a sandwich.
Gotal will begin focusing on the patrons of the cantina and their conversation, Perception to begin listening to the conversations around me.
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You settle yourself and start to listen to the various conversations around you. Many conversations are typical co-worker conversations; complaints about the boss, other co-workers, etc. Other people are grumbling about the seeming loss of the war, the obvious failing of the CIS leaders as well as the hope that Toonbuck Toora can fill the vaccuum.
"After all, esteemed Corda, would multiple repeat customers not provide more than a one shot? Surely 22 credits would be fine."
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"Gan ta"
Corda nods and the back door to the cab opens.With a buzz the translator droid speaks.
"The esteemed Corda agrees to take you to the governor's mansion for 22 credits each."
Winking at one of the barkeeps the noble will ask for another drink and maybe a sandwich.
A young human male is walking along the bar, stops, refills your drink and taps in an order for you. Nerf Burger with hot Pot Fries.
The order takes about 10 minutes for the Zeltron to deliver. Just in time for you to order another drink.
"That will be 15 credits"
The noble will give 16 credits.
He will take a big bite out of the burger and savor it since it has been such a long time since he has had something like this.
After Jak and Renlo climb into the cab and get comfortable as the Corda glances at the mirror and merges into traffic. Approximately 15 minutes later, the cab stops in front of a pair of tall gates that block access to the drive up to a very elaborate mansion.
The security presence is clear.
There are a number of people milling about... talking and drinking.
"Looks like a fun little shindig. Let's crash it."
Jak paid the cabbie and walked toward the gathering, while talking quietly to Renlo.
"Head toward the food. Don't ask. Just assume you are the kind of person that should be served around here. Let's get a lay of the land and see if we can overhear something interesting."
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Renlo pays the cabbie his 22 credits, grimacing at how little he has left. Nodding at Jak's suggestion, he casually strolls over towards the food table, listening to conversations as he goes, keeping an eye out for Senator Toora.
Gotal shrugs, "I will consider your words Corven, I cannot know whether I can trust anyone but you and Moroka at this time. We shall see. Do we move on to the next place, I get the feeling we have learned all we will learn here".
Moroka looks down for a moment, mulling over the consequences. Noisy bars drown out conversation, but surely there are some with better hearing than us...
Seeing that not too much is happening the noble will order another drink and see who he can get to dance with him.
"Looks like a fun little shindig. Let's crash it."
Jak paid the cabbie and walked toward the gathering, while talking quietly to Renlo.
"Head toward the food. Don't ask. Just assume you are the kind of person that should be served around here. Let's get a lay of the land and see if we can overhear something interesting."
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Jak strolls through the gate with a throng of other people and makes a bee line for a huge row of tables lined with foods of various types. He casually listens to others as he meanders through the crowds.
Renlo pays the cabbie his 22 credits, grimacing at how little he has left. Nodding at Jak's suggestion, he casually strolls over towards the food table, listening to conversations as he goes, keeping an eye out for Senator Toora.
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Renlo falls in line with Jak and makes his way through the crowd towards the line of delicious smelling food.
Gotal shrugs, "I will consider your words Corven, I cannot know whether I can trust anyone but you and Moroka at this time. We shall see. Do we move on to the next place, I get the feeling we have learned all we will learn here".
Gotal turns to head out of the Folly. Just as he eyes the door, it opens and four CIS military officers enter. They look haggard and slightly distressed... and they look like they are hoping to have more than one drink.
"We have to make this quick"one of the men with more gold pips on his collar than the rest.
"Better enjoy it while we can... it's likely to be awhile until we can come by again."
says another.
The other two seem to share the same sentiment.
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Moroka looks down for a moment, mulling over the consequences. Noisy bars drown out conversation, but surely there are some with better hearing than us...
Seeing that not too much is happening the noble will order another drink and see who he can get to dance with him.
The Zeltron bartender brings another smoking drink over.
"You should take it easy there pretty boy. That's your third Tyborian Knocker in less than 20 minutes. It won't take much more and you'll need med staff to pull you out of here. Just a little friendly advice."She stops and looks at Donavaan for a moment.
"You going to pay for that now?"
Elbowing Jak, Renlo nods towards the Senator, seeking a way to approach him.
He hands her over 16 credits.
Elbowing Jak, Renlo nods towards the Senator, seeking a way to approach him.
You watch the senator and her entourage searching for the best path to get to talk with her. She is definitely moving toward a stage area. It is clear she is going to address the assemblage. You find a route that should give you a chance to talk to her; slightly off to the right side of center.
"We have to make this quick"
one of the men with more gold pips on his collar than the rest."Better enjoy it while we can... it's likely to be awhile until we can come by again."
says another.The other two seem to share the same sentiment.
Gotal pauses, "Good evening Officers. Is all well? You seem genuinely worried about something. Let me buy you all a round, it is the least those of us who are not fighting can do..."
The younger male bartender passes by and with a slight nod, mentions that there is a Sabacc game in the back corner - for those people with the talent and guts.
Gotal pauses, "Good evening Officers. Is all well? You seem genuinely worried about something. Let me buy you all a round, it is the least those of us who are not fighting can do..."
"We have to make this quick"
one of the men with more gold pips on his collar than the rest."Better enjoy it while we can... it's likely to be awhile until we can come by again."
says another.The other two seem to share the same sentiment.
The four look at each other and then at Gotal. With a slight shrug, "pips" says "Sure, why not. We've got a few minutes. The group makes for the bar.
A beautiful Zeltron female behind the bar eases up to your group. "What'll it be Commander Crane?""Evening Manna. Since this guy's buyin', let him start." "pips"/ Crane says as he thumbs at Gotal.
"I will take a Alderaanian wine, white if you have any. If not, the house brand will do and whatever these gentlemen will want. Tell me Commander Crane, should we be alarmed at the threats levied by this self styled Emperor? It seems this Empire is not content to simply win the war eh?"
Nodding the noble will return to his companions. Slurring a little, I'm gonna go play some sabaac. Anyone else wanna come?
He turns, orders a drink to take with him and sits down at the table.
Moroka nods to Gotal as he engages the soldiers at the bar, and follows Donavaan, patting him on the back with a smile.
"I'll go with you, Donavaan. Someone's got to make sure you don't lose every last credit."
A lot more people here than the last cantina...Just don't overshare, Gotal...
He gives her a bewildered look, Yes Mother Hubbard. You do care!, He will turn around and give her a hug
Deception to put all but 1000 credits into her pocket.
Here save this he whispers to her, the smell of booze is strong on him. He will dance with her or at least try to the sabaac tables.
Renlo Tacksa wrote: Elbowing Jak, Renlo nods towards the Senator, seeking a way to approach him. You watch the senator and her entourage searching for the best path to get to talk with her. She is definitely moving toward a stage area. It is clear she is going to address the assemblage. You find a route that should give you a chance to talk to her; slightly off to the right side of center.
"Let's let her talk first. I want to get a feel for her. But keep an eye out. This place feels a little too exposed for my liking."
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With a nod, Renlo keeps one eye on the Senator, and another on the crowd, waiting to hear her speech.
Gotal
“The Empire will not let us be.” Commander Crane replies.
”I've got family on Coroscant that tell me the Grand Army of the Republic is mustering to give us a visit.” he continues; a little bitterness apparent in his voice.
One of the junior officers chimes in.
”We're getting ready. They are in for a surprise if they come here.”
Crane looks at you.
“We were winning... this self styled Emperor, as you say, had best remember that... we were ready to topple the Republic.”
A serving droid brings your drinks.
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Renlo and Jak
Senator Toora steps up to the podium and waves with a warm smile. The crowd takes a moment to quieten down.
“People of the Confederation of Independent Systems! We are here to shed our old husks and begin anew. We were betrayed by our own leadership and have been written off as defeated!
She pauses for effect, then continues.
”But I say we are NOT defeated. We stand here tonight to take the ideals we fought for and refocus on those. We will not be ground under the boot heels of those that are in power. We will have a voice; we will be heard!”
The crowd roars.
”Tyranny comes in many forms... this form is clear. We will not bend our knee to this new Empire.”
again the crowd roars.
”Gentle beings! We are free! We will remain free and we will defend our right to be free! But do not take this lightly... as we've learned over the last three years, freedom does not come without a cost. We must be willing to give everything we are to stand our ground and defend ourselves against an enemy that sees us as chattel.”
She pauses for a moment seems to visibly regroup and begin anew.
”We will need to fill the vacancies left by our fallen leaders. We will establish and new Senate here on Sy Myrth and we will begin our journey again. Thank you and good night.”
with that, she turns and starts to leave the stage.
Renlo, your scanning of the crowd for a "way to the senator" has piqued the interest of a couple of security types. They noticed you and you've noticed them. It is a tag team about 30 paces further to your right.
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Donavaan & Moroka
You move through the crowd to the back corner of the room. There is a large Sabaac table currently in use. As you approach you see a pair of seats to the far left side, near the wall. A grey skinned Duros sits in the dealers chair...
"NEW PLAYER, new player! take a seat. There's a 500 credit buy in."
He will sit down at the table and put down his drink and his 500 credits.
Moroka does her best not to show her surprise as she finds a good spot behind Donavaan to oversee the game.
500 credits just to play? This is going to get expensive quickly...
"I hope you gamble as well as you shoot, Donavaan..."
She focuses on watching the reactions of Donavaan's prospective opponent while glancing back to Gotal's situation periodically.
May as well watch for cheaters...
Corven listens intently as Gotal and the Commander strike up a conversation. "I do not know," he says with a sigh, "but they may not be the only ones that are going to be surprised. After all, Empire sounds a bit more... ominous than Republic." He shrugs. "I have a feeling that the name will not be the only difference between the two."
Noticing the security forces paying attention to him, Renlo considers a moment whether or not approaching them and asking to be escorted to the Senator would be a wise course of action.
"Are the battle driods still an option? Perhaps with them you have the muscle to sue for peace?"
"She's going to get these people killed," Jak said to Renlo with a sigh. "She's some sort of idealist, that doesn't know the first thing about war. Toppling the Republic was never the goal. Only a naive child would think that's even possible."
"The best we ever hoped for was to stand on our own and be recognized as an independent power. Free a few important systems, hold them and then sue for peace. But we needed boots on the ground for that, and enough capital to ensure economic stability. That's where the droids and the banking clans came in. Without their backing we're not an army, we're just - a rebellion," Jak finished with disgust.
Renlo
Renlo & Jak
After the speech, Senator Toora waves to the crowd and continues to wave as she is exiting the stage. She makes her way to the front of the crowd and starts to “shake hands and kiss babies.” Patting various beings on the shoulders and offering “thanks” etc. On her present course, you could make your way to shake her hand with little effort.
Corven & Gotal
Commander Crane seems to ponder Corven's statement for a moment. As he's starting to respond, Lieutenant Krieg speaks. ”That's true, Empire is more ominous. There are stories from the City World that would make children lose sleep at night.”
Crane shoots his subordinate a quick stare; Krieg falls silent.
The commander looks at Gotal. ”The short answer is 'yes' we have the key to return the army full strength. We will be ready if the Empire decides that they do not wish to leave us be.”
He seems like he may be either hiding something, or he is wary of your intentions.
Moroka
Donavaan
The old grey Duros dealer slides a stack of Sabacc wager tiles across the table to you.
He scans the table and after a moment he seems satisfied.
”Ante up” he says with a brief smile.
He then deals two Sabacc cards to each player that deposited the required 100 credit tile to begin to play. As you scan the faces of the players at the table, you see 4 of the 6 have placed 100 credit tiles in the middle of the table... in the “pot.”
Each player looks at their two cards with varying degrees of excitement or disappointment.
He gives the money and waits for his cards.