Kreshell Zargro's page

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We could fast forward into a new arc, fading to black on the last with a simple summarized story. This would give the GM a lot of liberty and material to create the new arc and have backstory leading up to it.

I'm particularly fond of Kreshell. That said, if it puts too much strain on the story I can make a new character. I have a character concept idea. Hopefully, if it comes to pass that I am to create it, it does not step on toes.

I enjoy the SW setting, so would be happy however this progresses.

Are there credits to be had?

"Fair enough," Kresh says as he gets up and leaves the cockpit, heading to his own.

Kreshell leans back, moving a hand to massage his chin. "Profitable to say the least..." he muses for several moments. After those moments he levels a devious grin, "So, who do you work with to get this done?...Such a big undertaking would require some sizable resources. Your get-up says that you don't work alone in this endeavor. If you did you'd have a much more...Zev-like look to you."

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Kreshell Zargro maneuvers charmingly up to Zev's paramour, his fancy cane announcing his presence. "These are his things," he says to her with his suave smile on his face. "I have also added a little gift as I don't abandon my crew. Should anyone come looking, don't hesitate to call." And, with that Kresh winks and walks back onto Spice Rush. I left my personal comm code hidden in Zev's things.

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Kreshell walks into the pilot cockpit and plants the cane onto the deck. With the Clack! he uses as an introduction, he begins as he sits in the copilot seat. "My dear Rhea, you are an enigma," he says with an eyebrow raise, "What were you doing on Nar Shadda?"

Make what you want and I totally mean that.

Yeah

Kreshell looks at the two of them with his token grin and then shifts his gaze to the mechanic, "Am I to take this to mean that our ship is good to go? Or are you going to continue soon?"

I'm still here. No worries, just waiting for the reweaving.

Oh, well Kresh was going to follow Vadi. This new development however...

Kreshell chuckles quietly and his nerves relax. "We all ease our minds in different ways," he says to Vadi and strolls back to his cockpit and begins reviewing the specifics for their next leg.

Kresh would shift it into profit for himself and the crew.

I personally like how it is going, though it is a bit slow. That also being said, Kresh is playing the long game and being careful. Until this mission becomes successful he's got no leverage.

My apologies to all for my tardiness. GenCon took more of my time than anticipated. I will be able to post very regularly starting now.

Fresh adopts his infamous smile as he bows slightly with a hand out, "Afer you ms. 'I can sense people through doors'."

Kreshell turns to Vadi, "I don't suppose you could convince one of them inside to open that door to the cabin?" As he says this he activates the boarding ramp to close and lock.

We have visitors?

Though the description was good, I'm not sure what it is exactly that Kresh is experiencing with his senses.

I'm excited for your return.

I am enjoying playing with this crew. Though I am disappointed some left. I have had several negative experiences when I play so true to a personality of a character I create. Normally I have to dull or mute them in some way and just roll dice for numbers to happen.

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The summary, thank you all for helping create an interesting story without forcing things.

"I'm gonna kill him Meda!..." Kresh whisper/shouts to Vadi as Stevral walks away, obviously still fuming.

Once Stavral is clearly gone Kresh begins whispering, "This isn't good, but it can't be helped. If either of you two are any good at repairs or helping with them, now's the time to do it. Otherwise, we need to still appear legit and the ship needs to be ready to lift off at a moments notice. If we have to split up, leaving some here on the planet so be it. Should that come to pass, we'll meet in Belasco."

No, the bluff is his general lying about almost everything.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Kreshell's face changes quickly from the smile to an extremely irate face. He quickly grabs flips a switch and yells into it, "Frack it Grev! Just because you like Manaan..! I swear I'll....!!" He begins silently fuming as his face is more red than it once was, while flipping the comm unit off.

Kresh maintains his smile, but raises an eyebrow in Vadi's direction.

Kreshell straightens and dusts off his fancy suit. He seems to put on his smile, though something is clearly bothering him. He looks over Vadi, without hiding his lingering gaze in certain areas, "Meda, would you do the honors of doing most of the talking? I can't even begin to have as much of an effect as you could." This comment seems to cause him to relax as he has obviously amused himself. "Ready when you all are."

"Well! That went well!" Kresh says comedically as they head onto Manaan. "Meda, I assume you were a solid distraction to the search crew?"

SM: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Oh come now Ecksol!..I mean Colonel Ecksol? Surely your at least colonel after 10 years? You can't be mad about that still? I already told you that it wasn't meant for you. it was meant for the Commandant, you just snuck out of nowhere to nab that tray so that I couldn't give it to the Commandant." Kreshell laughs for a second, "Ha! You thought I was trying to earn points with him. Good times right?"

He turns to Le, "No need to do it now. Were already here and we only need it to leave. And, according to the...colonel was it?" Kresh asks Ecksol once more, "According to the colonel, we'll be here for a while so relax, get comfy, we're in no rush."

Kreshell's grin waivers for a moment but reaffirms itself quickly. "Eskol!" he exclaims with arms wide open, though not moving toward the lieutenant, He then turns to Vadi, "Meda, would you please show the search crew every nook and cranny? There is no need to waste my dear friend's time."

He turns back to Eskol, "Goodness! How are you? You must be a high up by now! The commandant just loved you last time we saw each other. Why heck! You've even still got that little bit of something on your nose." As he says this he takes his own sleeved arm and brushes his own nose. "Would you and yours like something to eat? One of my crew is a fabulous cook."

Sure, that sounds good. I don't remember the exacts and would love to roll with whatever ends up more interesting anyway. Though, if new personages are introduced from my backstory, I would like to know how I know them and maybe a little about them, Kresh is very people oriented so I generally assume his memory about people is good. In the end though, I trust you as a GM not to screw me just for gits and shiggles.

Kresh bows apologetically, but maintains his smile while yelling, "Come on! You look just like Vadi, Meda! Cut me some slack!"

Kreshell picks himself up and swaggers over to the entrance hatch, ready to welcome the officials with his charming smile. "Vadi, dear, come help me welcome our guests!" he yells through the ship.

Kreshell yells from his cockpit, "Sounds good! We are heading for Dock 5 of MedStar Distributors!"

*thumbs up*

Kresh raises an eyebrow (not unsimilar to Rhea's eyebrow raise earlier), "Oh? Do you know something of The Force?"

"You wound me, sir," Kresh replies jokingly and adopting an innocent face.

Kreshell steps next to Vadi and places his non-cane hand on the back of the seat. "Perfect!" he exclaims, "Now Hayden can help you with it and I'll be the subject! Stop looking so glum sweetheart." His smile shift to more warm in nature. "What you can do is nothing to be concerned about. So there's something about yourself that you didn't know. He," pointing with his cane to Hayden, "is headstrong and it is very off-putting. And he," pointing to Zev and whispering very loudly, "is pretty dense. So!...Learn what you can do and then use it. Seems pretty simple really. And, as I said before if you need a victim, I'll volunteer." Kresh ends with a wink and a warm smile.

"See? Diffused itself."

"Yes you as, if you'll remember, you have the blaster I gave you."

Kresh maintains his focus on the quarrel while whispering back, "Yes you will, but only if it comes to blows."

Kreshell moves over next to Zev, nudges him with an elbow, and whispers to him, "Who'da thunk we'd be the least interesting people on board, eh?"

Kreshell just maintains his lean though his face is just beaming at this point.

"Ooh! This is so exciting!"

Unless I am reading it wrong, it seems like something that Vadi would do as she is untrained and doesn't know of the awareness ramifications.

"Well, aside from a heavy amount of style," Kresh starts as he waves an open hand from his head down to his side. "I've got connections, negotiations, and some morale boosting. Most of all though, if you want credits, I know how to make them." Kreshell ends with a kind of pose as he replaces his hat onto his head and leans on his cane. And the smile...always with that smile....

A solid greedy smile finds its way onto Kreshell's face once more, though he remains silent.

Raising his eyebrows, Kresh also crosses his arms awaiting what happens next.

Kresh begins staring at Hayden expectantly with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Kresh smiles at the introductions, "It is good to know that we've got some word artists on board. And practiced with different circles no doubt. Useful, useful."

Kreshell has been smiling in the background before finally speaking up. "Glorious isn't it?!" he says as he throws his hands up in joy. "People fighting over a credit, while others discuss over millions! Gah! It's enough to put fire in your veins! It's a veritable den of thieves! Except they smell a little better! So! Are we still a go? Or do some of you need to be dropped of at the nearest rock?"

Amazing work on the news. Truly impressive.

Kresh moves down the hall toward the starboard cockpit. "I got it!" he shouts to the others as he pays the credits. "Forward any communications to this terminal. I suspect we're about to get some good stuff."

Apparently Rhea did not notice him and his bumbling. Kresh quickly regains his composure and wipes of the crumbs from his suit. Folding his hands behind his back with sandwich in them, he clears his throat loudly, Ahhem!. He then adopts his charming smile once more. "I must admit I was surprised to find that the pilot suddenly got more beautiful. I am glad to know that Zev will not have the piloting duty alone." As he begins talking he moves to the copilot seat. "I find myself knowing less than I would like about one as radiant as you. Where might you be from?"