You can check. Computers (Use) DC 25.
It's going to take some time.
Pax seems to understand what DR34-M12 is doing and decides to help by distracting the inspectors. "Welcome aboard gentlemen. Here are my weapon permits." ...All 22 of them.
"Good job Pax, keep'em busy!" DR34-M12 sent a message to Pax's feed.
Pax seems to understand what DR34-M12 is doing and decides to help by distracting the inspectors. "Welcome aboard gentlemen. Here are my weapon permits." ...All 22 of them.
He looks at all your weapon permits. "All of these seem to be in order, even the heavy ones," he announces.
"Oh, of course," said the officer as he looked at your cargo. "Where to start?"
Let's go.
The port authority man opens one crate. "Medical supplies, sir," says one of them.
"So, which one is poisoned?"
They go to the container and open it. "How do you know it's this one?" one of them asks.
Or we can move into the next Episode.
"We have a passenger who made us aware of it. We found it with their help."
"I see," says the Port Authority officer. They were about to open the crate that Himo indicated when one of the officers noticed Arquand.
"We have a wererat here sir," said one of the officers.
Arquand then says, "I'm innocent!"
"Yes, he is innocent, as far as I know. I'd vouch for him."
"Right," said the officer. "He's innocent. Let him go, Officer Randy. Now, lets open up this crate."
The Port Authority opens up the indicated crate. They start to scan it. "Looks like medical supplies sir," says Officer Randy. "Wait, we may have poison here."
Pax nods. "It's hemlock. Someone has a weird sense of humor."
"I don't think these guys even read my report! Someone make sure they know about the Emerald Claw. And make sure they don't plant any evidence!" DR34-M12 said over the closed comm channel.
The Port Authority men open up another crate and find -- poison among the medical supplies. "Sir, we've found it," says another. "Ergot and Cyanide, if I miss my guess."
Himo squints dangerously. He likes these official idiots less and less. He tries to understand their intentions...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Yes, they are leaning that way.
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Himo continues to stare at these people. The camera zooms in on his eyes, in which hidden anger begins to burn deep down. He does not like injustice, and doubly he does not like it when it is directed at him or his friends. I'm sorry, I'm getting a call. He will walk away for a while, pretending to be on the phone, and around the corner quickly conjures a mind-reading spell - so as not to attract attention by casting a spell. After removing the phone, he returns. Officers. So what's the question? We ourselves have sent you a report that part of the cargo has been poisoned.
You are getting thoughts from the commander (who isn't very wise), and a few others.
They aren't all thinking the same thing. Some are thinking about their girlfriends, and some are thinking about dinner. The one person you should be worried about is the Commander. He doesn't have proof that you poisoned the medical supplies, but he does still think you did it -- despite the testimony of the wererat.
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Charming. At least he's not an agent of the Emerald Claw.
Himo approaches the incredulous officer directly and begins to tell the whole story anew, in great detail. He makes a special emphasis on the fact that it makes no sense for him and his team to poison the cargo - they will simply become criminals wanted throughout the galaxy. Those who commit such crimes are just trying to cover their tracks. The same cannot be said about us, simple and honest merchants and carriers who communicate face to face with the authorities, openly and honestly...
Charming. At least he's not an agent of the Emerald Claw.
Himo approaches the incredulous officer directly and begins to tell the whole story anew, in great detail. He makes a special emphasis on the fact that it makes no sense for him and his team to poison the cargo - they will simply become criminals wanted throughout the galaxy. Those who commit such crimes are just trying to cover their tracks. The same cannot be said about us, simple and honest merchants and carriers who communicate face to face with the authorities, openly and honestly...
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
The commander's nose twitches. Slightly. "Alright, they didn't do it. The wererat's story checks," he says. "Lets unload the rest of the cargo."
"So I guess it'd be real easy to do some crime and blame it on someone else here huh?" DR34-M12 said over the commline. More a suggestion than a question.
The commander didn't answer. The Wererat bows. "Thank you for the ride," he says. "I have paid you the necessary credits."
DR34-M12 spun around in her chair as Himo entered the bridge. "Well that sure was something. Let's deliver the goods and get paid. Are we thinking we try to stay and squeeze some more credit outta this or just bounce before we get caught up in any ganic nonsense?"
"Well clearly the local security forces are less than optimal. We can either get involved and solve it for credits ooor we could plan a little crime of our own and try to pin it on the Claw." The android's circuits pulsed rapidly as she processed in excitement.
You soon find yourselves credited for the shipment. You each get a thousand credits each. You can check the concourse computer for another job, or you can "prank" the Order of the Emerald Claw.
The concourse is located in the main dome, plus -- as there are always a plus -- there is a commodity exchange, a bar, and the Merchant's Guild. Of course you may have to join the Merchant's Guild in order to find high paying jobs through out the Eberronian Solar system. :)
The holographic display of DR34-M12's custom kit illuminated the bridge as the android began a search. Her search was twofold, but ultimately for the same thing. To check what targets or valuables the Emerald Claw might be after and which of those would be vulnerable to the crew's own delinquency. "Well I'll check if there is anything workable. Let's head down to the concourse and get some food."
Episode 2
SUMMARY: This episode focuses on Seo-Yeon. It begins with the party at the Concourse at Farago.
There are a lot of people at the concourse. It was like a shopping mall, to be precise. A lot of stores selling a lot of goods. There was even a place where you can upgrade your spaceship. There wasn't a mercenary's guild here. Not to mention there was some food shops and a bar with which you could buy food.
The concourse on the moon is always lit, and you see the planet -- as big as Jupiter -- in one of the windows. There were a few ysoki being kicked out of the bar for raising a ruckus.
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Himo walks into a bar. As usual, conversations die down for a moment when a new face appears, but only for a moment. This is a port bar, and there are a lot of strange guests here. Himo orders himself and his friends a drink, sits for a while, and then outlines with an experienced look the necessary goals for the conversation. He takes a glass and goes to someone else's table... And no one knows that the "Experienced Look" came from the voice of one of his ancestors, the famous investigator and inquisitor of the Undying Court, who is now whispering in his mind and looking at the world through Himo's eyes...
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While Himo went the analogue route for gathering information, DR34-M12 decided to do something interesting with her time. Striding over to the automated music-playing device, the android loaded it with credits and quickly put together a playlist.
A slow electronic beat began to click over the bar's speakers. The slow opening gave DR34-M12 time to loudly drag several tables and chairs out of the way. By the time the bass dropped, she had created her own little dance floor and was ready to shake it. Her circuits glowing brightly in a rainbow cascade. Her feat and legs stepped to quickly match the rhythm of the beat while her hands and arms flailed against it.
[dice=Profession: Detective]1d20 + 11
You find out through rumors that there is an Emerald Claw cell, but no activity yet. Looks like you have to do some digging.
While Himo went the analogue route for gathering information, DR34-M12 decided to do something interesting with her time. Striding over to the automated music-playing device, the android loaded it with credits and quickly put together a playlist.
A slow electronic beat began to click over the bar's speakers. The slow opening gave DR34-M12 time to loudly drag several tables and chairs out of the way. By the time the bass dropped, she had created her own little dance floor and was ready to shake it. Her circuits glowing brightly in a rainbow cascade. Her feat and legs stepped to quickly match the rhythm of the beat while her hands and arms flailed against it.
Profession: Dance: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Another android joins in your dancing. It's a "he" android, and he's dressed for clubbing. He wears tight pants, a tight green shirt, and has blue circuitry about his head. He is also sporting a mohawk.
DR34-M12 smirked as a fellow android joined her. The tight fit of his clothing showing off the synthetic muscle beneath. Mimicking a fishing line, DR34-M12 reeled him in and began to bump and grind. "I like your hair!" She said with a bright smile.
"Thanks!" he replies back.
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Himo gathers everyone at a table. Guys, good news. There is a "branch" of the Emerald Claw here. There are rumors, and not a few. And that means we can kick their ass, make money on it and be good guys. But the bad news is that I didn't investigate as well as Dreams danced, and I haven't found out where to look for them yet. Any ideas where to start?
"Okay well my boss is all in business mode so I've got to go take care of that. Call me?" DR34-M12 said as she flipped a burner comm line to dancing android.
But the bad news is that I didn't investigate as well as Dreams danced, and I haven't found out where to look for them yet. Any ideas where to start?
"Well if the cell isn't activated it will be hard to find them." DR34-M12 said as she sat down and grabbed a drink. "The med shipment is our only real lead, so we dig as deep as we can on that. Let's go poke around where it was supposed to go to."