This was a blast! I love the system.
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Tok looks around for some booze or light drugs.
"So ...how we selling this dirt to Jabba?"
Tok emits a long, extended "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" During the crash.
Tok does his best to stretch out with his legs crossed and resting on a higher plane, his hands folded behind him. "Slug scared now."
"You're the one that's gonna need protection. I hope to personally watch Jabba feed you to that thing they say he has."
"Oh, this is perfect! Let's hear it!"
"Let's roll! Er, or float?"
"Five, you are awesome. You all are! Now let's get out of here ...kinda wanted to kill the slug myself, but odds are Jabba will make him suffer more."
Tok's eyes go wide at Val's efficiency. He bounds over to the bodies, searching them for equipment or costuming for disguises.
"Here we go. We live through this, so many drinks on me. And whatever your poison is, 5." Tok looks to find cover opposite from Val.
"Not that often you get to kill a bastard twice."
"Yoink! These'll come in handy!"
"Works for me, guys. Let's get the slug."
Tok runs up the ramp.
Tok bolts out firing random blasts behind him. "Lucky Guess! You are under attack! As Undercover Imperial Intelligence, I commandeer this ship for reasons of galactic safety! Let us protect you!"
Tok changes his party clothes for an outfit more suitable for killing and stealing. "Gods, I hope I get to watch the slug die
"The late Thweek."
"The hell else would he need a droid army? F+$+er wants to take the planet and supplant Jabba. But I know Teemo ...he can't do it."
"Ever wonder how two Hutts get along on little ass Tatooine? Well, they don't. Teemo's building an Army ...and he ain't participating in Imperial affairs. He's wanting to take Jabba down."
"And it gets worse than that. Pissing in off Jabba bad."
I'm still here, but Paizo got blocked at work.
"The rich remain total boors. But we got some juicy material from those gossiping ninnies. We'll talk more in person."
"So, this project ..."
Tok grins mischievously. "If Teemo got smacked hard enough, that would leave a bit of a vacuum, no? Why should Hutts get all the fun?"
Tok nods. "Jabba and Teemo, one s%$* planet. When's the last time two Hutts played nice in one place?"
Forgive my memory, but did we kill Thweek?
"Cost, cost, cost. Now, we both know some s*!+ is going down on Tattooine. I plan on profiting from this s@&#, and my profits add to your profits in the long run, don't they? So, perhaps this time, I give YOU some info, you return the favor and make each other rich?"
Tok smiles and offers to buy the girl--and her brother--a drink.
"Business, I suppose, ugly as that sounds. But ...philosophy, too. And you?"
Tok takes Vio's hand and kisses it. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tok and this is my retinue. So what brings you here to this party? It's a little tame so far, don't you think?" he winks.
Tok approaches them. "And hello, with whom am I speaking?"
"I admire you for nixing your relations with Teemo. He's a real pile of garbage. You want to know the truth? These weapons will be used against Teemo. We think the rim deserves better than a slug with a spy."
Tok bows properly and smiles at the Duke. "Good afternoon, your highness. I appreciate your candor, because, yes, that is our primary intention. I dislike having to game my way around a conversation. If I wanted to waste my time and money, I'd deal with Hutts, am I right?"
I'm sorry for any delays, and if it sounded like I was aiming for sympathy. The bender isn't a troubled one, it's "Brooklyn public school teacher on vacation" and nothing more. I'm just very rarely home, where I can look through the rules and decide on a course of action. If I seem disinterested, it's more of a confusion as to what I should have Tok do. I don't want to hog the spotlight OR cause delays, you know? I see Rae is working the help and Val one of the dukes. Perhaps have Tok work the guests?
I'm sorry, guys. I love this, too. I'm just on a powerful bender. This is an intricate plan and posting intoxicated seems a terrible idea.
"Err, which duke? I don't want to sound racist, but I'm having trouble telling them apart." Tok continued to grin and cajole and did not at all blush at Val's nip. Nope. "She's a better actor than I'd realized!"
I don't like half assing a post ...especially in a system I'm still learning. It's easy to post a "sorry, yeah, I'm here," if that makes sense. I can do better, though.
Traveling again ...heading to Newport then Nantucket. I'm still in, just have less dependable service.
Sorry I've been silent. Visiting my parents in Kentucky and I have spotty connections. They've got a pc though, so I'll be able to check at least a couple times a day.
"I like it. Am I new money or old money? New money hustling to make more, old money lazily pursuing my pleasures?"
"So, Ota ...what should I know about these guys? Any taboos? Anything they love inexplicably? The more I know, the better I can do this."
"Make sure you're comfortable in it. I doubt anyone there will be an expert in Selonian high fashion. It doesn't have to be some tight human dress. It's all in how you work it."
"Don't get stuck on Imperial standards of beauty, Val. Wear whatever you want. I'd like them scared of Rae and unguarded around you."
"No offense, if I were casting the part of arm candy, I'd go with Val. You as security. Never volunteer information. In this kind of negotiation we've got to get very comfortable with fiction."
"So, you want us to do a dangerous job - that, I admit, helps our cause - for the money Teemo's offering for our heads (at a shockingly undervalued price) ...and likely the blame, too, when The White and Blacks start asking questions. Even I'd like to know a little more about you before I let you bend me over like that."
I'm definitely down. Love this system.
Tok rises late, hair disheveled, and clothes barely on. He kisses the Twilek girl, G'aneh, on the forehead. He whispers, "Gotta go. Don't be a stranger." Later approaching the others, he smiles. "B'ura, we're bonded now, our two groups here. Seeing some justice done was reward enough, but Valkyr's right, we also thank you for any compensation you feel just. Wherever we go, if you need us, just call." Tok climbs in the back seat and grunts. "No hangover quite like a Twilek hangover ..." Cryov has not created a profile. |