Looking up from her job-finder program running on her computer Iona tilts her head to listen, furrowing her brow she's not sure if she heard something. Getting up she heads to the exit ramp, calling Chal and Kaath with her.
"I thought I heard gunfire. On Alderaan." she says incredulusly, "Lock the ship. We're checking it out."
Gunfire!!! How can this be?!.
Chal freezes, indecisive and then seems to slide into a reflex response.
We should lock the ship! Immedietely!
At the sound of gunfire, Kaath just groans, reminded of why even on the most peaceful of planets, ports are just plain annoying; too many drunken ruffians and hoodlums looking for a fight. Sighing, he grabs his rifle, and heads to the exit ramp, stopping by Chal's room on the way, disappearing as fast as he appears. "Time to prove your worth. I hope you have a gun and that you know how to use it, you may well need it."
Eeeeeeeeeeee
Chal turns a mottled colour and his lungpods pump.
What? You can't mean me?
Standing by the exit Iona peers out into the port, trying to see anything of interest. Turning back into the ship she claps her hands impatiently. "Come on people! Move it already!"
So now I am a navigator?, Chal mutters.
He rummages through his kit and pulls out a middle of the range but largely unused laser pistol, before moving to peek around the side of the door.
Perception Check to see If Thollus hears the commotion
"So what do we have to contend with on this so called 'peaceful' palent? Drunken spacehands looking for work or local ruffians trying to 'prove' their toughness to each other?" Kaath stops just outside the ship, his rifle resting loosely in his arms as he takes a look at the action.
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Perception Check to see If Thollus hears the commotion
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You see the commotion. They have shot two people already. And blaster bolts are flying all over the place. *cue blaster sound effects. *
Some of the Thuls come up to the Lady Felicity and start blasting at it. * Cue blaster sound effect again *
"Blast that ship!" said one of them.
Chal edges slowly through the corridors as if some one was going to jump out at any second, nervously jerking his blaster back and forth.
Blast that ship? How inconvenient!" Thollus mutters to himself, jumping behind the cover of the bench he had been sitting on. "Hmm, looks like Thul irregulars..."
Thollus tries to estimate how many of the attacker there may be.
Perception
"Hey! Wait!" Iona cries out, a hint of desperation in her voice as she runs out of the ship waving her arms to stop the youths from shooting her ship.
"Frakking kids!" she bites back a curse, seeing that their not paying her much attention in their sport. Grabbing a airosol canister of a crate she hurls it at them with a grunt and drawing her blaster in one smooth motion she shoots it as it lands at their feet. Making it go boom.
for damage.
As the youths recoil in shock Iona lifts her blaster to rest on her shoulder, putting one hand on her hip and gives the youths a scalding look. "That get your attention? What the frakk are you up to?"
What was that? Is she dead? Are they using grenades?... oh no!! Not Grenades!!.
Chal makes a dramatic slow down in his progress through the ships corridors as he approaches the open bay doors.
Kaath takes up a position behind a few crates near the ship, draws his rifle, aims at the closest trouble maker, and prepares to shoot if they continue to cause trouble.
Hearing the explosion from the dock which was holding his tranport, Thollus muttered to himself "This will not do!". Vaulting the bench, he takes off at a run towards the Lady Felicity and her crew, drawing his blaster pistol.
He is prepared to Intimidate any Thugs that come near him
Persuasion Check
or
If confronted directly, he will assume an air of command and superiority and order the Thul youths to the opposite side of the starport
Deception Check
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The thuls look at Thollus, bow their heads and head towards the south gate. What dumb heads. You think they would fall for a Jedi Mind Trick.
The "kids" say, "We don't want you running guns for the Organas!" They yelled back. A one of them did get hit. The boys turned their guns and start firing. "we have orders to confiscate your ship!"
Kaath squeezes the trigger, aiming for the nearest target, when they don't back down.
Great Ghuuh, they are shooting.
Chal finally gets to the boarding ramp and looks down to see what is going on... while staying close one of the Hydraulics for whatever dubious benefit of cover it can offer
Dismissing the Thuls with a wave of the hand, Thollus proceeds to the space dock containing the Lady Liberty. Arriving at the entrance, he see the situation quickly getting out of hand, without a moments hesitation he strides into the dock with the assurance of someone who knows exactly what should and should not be going on .
Deception
Seeing the thugs backing off, at least temporarily, Kaath holds his position, allowing the stranger to handle the situation.
A frown furrows Thollus' brow, his face becoming mottled with rage "This is dock 7B, the smugglers moved last night to dock 2A. Another team is dealing with the them, you are needed at the east gate. " Thollus hisses, striding up to stand in front of the Thul who spoke
Deception
"Your name slug, his lord Thul will be interested in those who question orders "
Persuade (Intimidate)
Chal shivers from the ramp and waves his blaster back and forth in the shadows... afraid of everything and unable to pick which target scares him more.
Iona flinches as the thugs continue taking pop-shots at her belover Lady Felicity but freezes in her tracks as commanding human starts barking at the youths. Maintaining her calm pose she's realy taut as a spring ready to uncoil as she watches the scene unfold.
'Thul, huh? Those frakkers are gona pay for a new paint job! I'll find that Lord Vandal and put him over my knee if I have too, but they'll pay.'
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A frown furrows Thollus' brow, his face becoming mottled with rage "This is dock 7B, the smugglers moved last night to dock 2A. Another team is dealing with the them, you are needed at the east gate. " Thollus hisses, striding up to stand in front of the Thul who spoke
Deception 1d20+13
"Your name slug, his lord Thul will be interested in those who question orders "
Persuade (Intimidate) 1d20+8
"As you wish," said the Thuls, and they turned tail and headed towards Dock 2A in search of their quarry. The slug you stopped, their leader, looks at you fearfully.
"Tollan, Tollan Zarn," he said, he didn't stutter.
Kaath sighs quietly as he slings his rifle back on his back, and takes some time to assess any potential damage the thugs may have done before going inside and continuing his previous project. He comments quietly to the captain as he passes her, "Gotta love the port roaches."
Now that the immediate danger is past Chal becomes confident.
Ha!, walking down the ramp, waving his blaster around jauntily, Well... they were lucky they ran!.
Grunting in response to Kaath Iona gives Chal a look with a raised eyebrow at his display of bravado. Turning to the human she locks her eyes on him and gives him her fiercest stare. "You've got some nerve Thull. Explain yourself." she says in her most commanding voice.
"Zarn, Tollen. Thollus mutters as he type into his datapad. Glancing up in annoyance, seing that the youth as still there, "Dismissed, ZArn. "
Watching until the youth leaves the dock, Thollus turns to Iona when she speaks to him.
"No Thul am I. " he says with a wide smile, his arms open at his side "Merely a man trying to ensure thst his transport to Tython wasn't dismantled by malcontents. I guess my little ruse fooled them. Lucky that....Thollus Rhan " he says extenfing his hand in greeting, "I presume your the Captain of this fine vessel....how does she fare?"
Iona blinks at the human for a bit, staring at his extended hand with a dis-believing frown on her face. Looking into his eyes she cracks a grin and visibly relaxes, holstering her blaster and shacking his hand.
"I am her indeed. Iona, Iona Liaan. And The Lady felicity is no worse for the ware after a few popshots. Her skin's thick enough."
"Tython was it? Well, we're not quite ready to ship off. I need cargo to go with your passage, your fee hardly covers the docking permits so I'll need something to grease our way." she says, still grinning.
"A pleasure Iona. I'm glad no damage was done. Could you check with your crew whether my belongings have been transferred on to your vessel? I would also appreciate if someone would show me to my berth?" Thollus pauses for a moment, gazing curiously after the Neimoidian stomping up the gangplank. Turning back to Iona, he says "I may be able to help with your cargo needs, I recently made a friend in the Alderran fleet. I can inquire if they have any shipping needs in the direction of Tython. With your permission of course" Smiling, he pulls out his datapad.
Settling back into his cabin, Chal was working himself into a minor panic...
Who were those thugs? Assassins? After me? But who sent them?
I don't think it was the Hutt - surely it must allow for me to succeed or fail... unless I am being set up?!
I don't dare call - oh no! They are surely monitoring me and any communications, oh yes they are...
After a few minutes of this circuitous thinking, the stress of the encounter with the thugs began to wear off and he started to regain some measure of control.
No! Be confident in your brilliance - yes, remember that you are a genius! You will find a way out of this, you must!.
And with that affirmation, Chal's skin tone and respiration returned to normal, and he settled in again watching his holovids.
Iona keeps eyeing the human for a bit before nodding in accent. she hollars over her shoulder, calling out the crew. When the boys are out she indicates Thollus's luggage to them. "Settle Master Rhan's things aboard. I'll show him to his cabin." she says, never taking her eyes of Thollus. Inclining her head she steps aside for him and gestures with a sweeping motion of exaggerated courtesy for him to board the ship. "After you master Rhan, I'll show you to your cabin."
Following Thollus in she directs him to his cabin where the boys are (hopefully) settling in his possessions, chatting to him all the while.
"So where are you from master Thollus? You don't really look Alderanian. They all got dark hair and a stick up their arse. You mentioned contacts. All I'm getting on the open channels is low yield cargo. I was planning on hitting the cantine but since your here... I might be interested in what they offer, if you know what I mean."
Sighing once more as his work is interrupted, Kaath once more tends to the needs of his captain, stowing whatever luggage their passenger might have before returning once more to his maintenance of the ship.
Typing into his datapad as he walks with Iona, Thollus replies "Lately from Nar Shaddaa, but before that I'll be honest, I don't know. I'm travelling to Tython to hopefully find out more about myself.. a sort of pilgrim." smiling at Kaath "Thank you, your assistance is greatly appreciated"
Turning to Iona "I've sent a message to my friend, I will let you know if anything comes of it."
"My dear Adjua, you no doubt know about the trouble the Thull brigands have been causing at the starport. I successfully made my way through the chaos and found my transport, in dock 7B. I would love to see you again before I leave for Tython. The captain has told me that she has extra cargo space, if you know of any fleet cargo that needs to be transported to Tython, contact captain Iona Liaan of the Lady Felicity. Thollus."
Persuation
Chal is pretty useless, moaning and going into hysterics from time to time when asked even to perform the most menial or simple of tasks until he works out a punch in the face is a likely consequence... at which point he makes himself scarce and calls out to Iona.
Where to Captain, and what course?
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Typing into his datapad as he walks with Iona, Thollus replies "Lately from Nar Shaddaa, but before that I'll be honest, I don't know. I'm travelling to Tython to hopefully find out more about myself.. a sort of pilgrim." smiling at Kaath "Thank you, your assistance is greatly appreciated"
Turning to Iona "I've sent a message to my friend, I will let you know if anything comes of it."
** spoiler omitted **
message to Thollus from Valjor
"We can send some Thrantas to Tython. Can your ship handle the first shipment?"
After a beep from his datapad, Thollus reads a message from his friend Valjor. Reading the message, he calls out to Iona "Captain, is your ship able to transport Thrantas? The fleet has a shipment ready to go."
Iona stops and stares at Thollus at the offer of a cargo of Thrantas, blinking a couple of times her mouth hangs open as she visualizes her cargo hold with a bunch of the avians in it, and the mess it would be in afterwards. The thought of the stench makes her nose furl and a look of disgust creeps across her face. Working out how to politely decline Iona catches Chal out of the corner of her eye and stops to stare at him for a few moments before turning to Thollus and giving a nod in agreement. "Sure. Why not?" she replies with a wicked grin on her face. "Might as well put all this new crew to good use right?"
"Excellent, I'll let my friend know and she'll make the necessary arrangements!" Thollus said smiling, sharing Iona's amusement, looking to Chal "My apologies, but commerce must prevail!" Chuckling at Chal's obvious discomfiture, Thollus lifts his datapad and signals to Adjua
My dear Aduja, Captain Iona has accepted the fleets' shipment of Thrantas. If you would, have your quartermaster complete arrangements with the good captain's crew. Hopefully, your duties would allow you the time to visit our dock, I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to say goodbye to you in person.