Gareth wandered the corridors of the vessel, admiring the decorations. Finally arriving at the rec room, he walked in a sat down at a table. "I wonder why nobody is here," he thought.
Allen sat quietly musing over an open flask.
Once it would have held Quarren liquor but ever since his family was taken he had stuck to a strong brew of Quarren tea to keep his senses sharp and focused on the task at hand.
That however didn't mean he wasn't left wishing he had something stronger to drink but at least it kept the blur of memories taking over reminding him of not only his loss but the fact he was an exile from his birthworld.
Allen nearly started when someone wandered past, he glanced at them but not enough to prevent him keeping an eye on the rest of the rec room, he wondered where the other two were and what was so interesting about some Brentaal space station...
Vesper is in the room, doing what excerises she can (practicing Stances and such) within the confines of the area.
Vesper is in the room, doing what excerises she can (practicing Stances and such) within the confines of the area.
Vesper accepts Gareth's offer to spar with a wry grin and an ever so slight tilt of her head.
A young man in his early twenties leans back on his chair, bringing to rest his booted feet on the edge of the table. With a languid stretch, he sighs and eyes the Quarren nursing his drink. Although this man's clothes are well made and his grooming presentable, the clothes have seen better days and a days growth of stubble graces the line of the man's chin.
His jacket --cut in the style favoured by Corellian pilots-- hangs open and one can glimpse the utalitarian lines of a military blaster by his hip.
Absently patting his chest, he reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a worn Sabacc deck, idly shuffling the card as he waits for a nearby Astromech droid return with a drink.
'May I interest someone in a game?' He says, watching the Miraluka woman spar with another passenger.
Vesper accepts Gareth's offer to spar with a wry grin and an ever so slight tilt of her head.
After several minutes of sparing, Gareth grinned. "You are quite skilled," he tells Vesper, "where did you train?"
A worn and tired looking figure leans against a bulkhead, head pressed against the glass, gazing out at the vastness of space, his thoughts obyiously elsewhere. Battered and cobbled together armoured plates are strategically atatched to a worn jumpsuit in the style favoured by many a mercenary. A well worn holster sits at his hip and a formidable looking rifle is slung casually over one shoulder. He absent mindidly plays with a holo locket on a chain around his neck.
"You are quite skilled," he tells Vesper, "where did you train?"
"I come from Susevfi which is in the Suarbi System. My father trained me. I believe he trained with the Jedi and so there may be some of their teachings interspersed in my movements."
"You are quite skilled," he tells Vesper, "where did you train?""I come from Susevfi which is in the Suarbi System. My father trained me. I believe he trained with the Jedi and so there may be some of their teachings interspersed in my movements.."
"Given the current politics, I would not announce that too loudly," Gareth tells the woman. "However, perhaps you would be willing to teach me a few simple moves?"
"Given the current politics, I would not announce that too loudly," Gareth tells the woman. "However, perhaps you would be willing to teach me a few simple moves?"
"I have nothing to hide. I am no Jedi." She says this with a slight sneer.
"I would be willing to show you some moves." She begins to instruct Gareth in some easy maneuvers.
"Given the current politics, I would not announce that too loudly," Gareth tells the woman. "However, perhaps you would be willing to teach me a few simple moves?"
"I have nothing to hide. I am no Jedi." She says this with a slight sneer.
"From what I understand anyone with Jedi training or Jedi blood is now an enemy of the state," Gareth said, " Lots like me people always und up being."
Bubba DM
Allen looks up at the sparring couple taking a moment to watch he then takes a drink from his flask before sealing it and putting it away.
Moving slightly so he can watch the entrance of the rec room he briefly looks over the room deliberately looking for surveillance systems before returning his gaze to the entrance and then ponders what is waiting for them at Sel Zonn.
(Perception check rolled an 8+4 for 12 so I assume he doesn't spot anything)
Mossi enters the rec room and makes his way to the bar. His cloths have seen better days a well worn holster holds a heavy blaster on his left leg, his boots look scuffed and worn. A battered lightsaber hangs from a republic issue belt with the republic symbol on the buckle. Over all the man looks worn and a bit of a scoundrel. He scans to room with a glance before taking his drink.
Mossi enters the rec room and makes his way to the bar. His cloths have seen better days a well worn holster holds a heavy blaster on his left leg, his boots look scuffed and worn. A battered lightsaber hangs from a republic issue belt with the republic symbol on the buckle. Over all the man looks worn and a bit of a scoundrel. He scans to room with a glance before taking his drink.
Allen almost stops in startled surprise before moving on to take a seat facing the entrance.
The new guy looked like he had serious issues Allen almost wondered if he should check up on him since if he went out on Sel Zonn like that he could get a lot of people killed for almost no reason and the part Allen objected to was being one of those people...
Allen almost stops in startled surprise before moving on to take a seat facing the entrance.
The new guy looked like he had serious issues Allen almost wondered if he should check up on him since if he went out on Sel Zonn like that he could get a lot of people killed for almost no reason and the part Allen objected to was being one of those people...
‘I think you startled him.’ Kal smiles wryly at the roguish newcomer, gesturing to the Quarren. Kal taps the Sabacc deck twice on the table and tucks it away in his jacket.
Kal gets up and walks to the bar. He flicks his eyes deliberately to the lightsaber. ‘My guess is that you are a collector of rare antiquities.’ He says quietly, but evenly.
...Or most likely, he’s a Jedi. A very noble and very stupid, Jedi. I like his bravado, perhaps he’s a kindred spirit. Kal thought, remembering the Blacktalon bowcaster hidden back in his cabin. He would to make sure it was secure inside the astromech before departing the freighter.
Kal proffers his hand.
‘I’m Kal.’
Mossi looks to the new comer. " Hump, That's his problem. As for the saber, how I got it, and who died for me to have it is none of your consurn "
With that he turns back to his drink seeming not to care of anyone or anything in the room.
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Mossi enters the rec room and makes his way to the bar. His cloths have seen better days a well worn holster holds a heavy blaster on his left leg, his boots look scuffed and worn. A battered lightsaber hangs from a republic issue belt with the republic symbol on the buckle. Over all the man looks worn and a bit of a scoundrel. He scans to room with a glance before taking his drink.
The Bartender look over at his belt and whispers "Buddy you better hide that saber, most of the people on this ship are blameing them for the troubles now. I know in Zel Dorn station that is as good as a death sentance if the Imperial catch you."
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Over the Ships loud speaker
"Attention passengers we will be docking at Zel Dorn in a little over 8 standard hours. Please be ready to disembark when we arrive with your customs paperwork filled out. Please get the forms from the print distribution slot in your quarters and after completing them run them in the scanner at major junction comm centers to allow the customs inspector to pull them electronically and get everyone processed. Please remember to take all of your belongings with you as the ships crew and owners are not responsible for any items left behind. There are amnesty slots in the rec rooms for items that you do not want to bring to customs and anything in the slots will be compacted and dumped into a solar intercept orbit. Thank you from the captain and the crew of The Dreamer Journey.”
The Bartender look over at his belt and whispers "Buddy you better hide that saber, most of the people on this ship are blameing them for the troubles now. I know in Zel Dorn station that is as good as a death sentance if the Imperial catch you."
Mossi looks to the bar keep. Since when is carrying a dead man's saber an issue? with all the dead Jedi I know I am not to only one packing around a dead man's saber, But I can put it away. It is a tool nothing more." With that he places the saber into a pouch on the belt.
He gets a strange look on his face " TO the death of the Jedi then!" He downs his drink and looks toward the bar keep " Well you gonna poor me another or stand there like a lost trooper?"
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He gets a strange look on his face " TO the death of the Jedi then!" He downs his drink and looks toward the bar keep " Well you gonna poor me another or stand there like a lost trooper?"
"Well all right then a man of conviction here is another drink. I can see your a man of taste and a certain shall we say "skills". I have some freinds that run a small place on the station that you might like, it is called the Sarlac's Hole. People in there are alway looking for the kind of peole that your mother warned you about."
Mossi gives a cold smile and looks the man over. " I could use some work, I don't have much cause for an issue long as it pays in cold hard credits"
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Mossi gives a cold smile and looks the man over. " I could use some work, I don't have much cause for an issue long as it pays in cold hard credits"
"That good you look like the type that would make a Gamorrean look like an upstanding citizen" He then walks over to another customer and you spot a small piece of paper tucked under your glass.
Mossi tucks the paper into his jacket and finishes his drink. He looks into the empty glass lost in other times and other places.
Over the Ships loud speaker
"Attention passengers we will be docking at Zel Dorn in a little over 8 standard hours. Please be ready to disembark when we arrive with your customs paperwork filled out. Please get the forms from the print distribution slot in your quarters and after completing them run them in the scanner at major junction comm centers to allow the customs inspector to pull them electronically and get everyone processed. Please remember to take all of your belongings with you as the ships crew and owners are not responsible for any items left behind. There are amnesty slots in the rec rooms for items that you do not want to bring to customs and anything in the slots will be compacted and dumped into a solar intercept orbit. Thank you from the captain and the crew of The Dreamer Journey.”
Kal snaps his fingers twice and his Astromech darts across the floor, nudging him in the leg.
"EB, please secure what 'belongings' we have for docking. I shall be along presently."
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He gets a strange look on his face " TO the death of the Jedi then!" He downs his drink and looks toward the bar keep " Well you gonna poor me another or stand there like a lost trooper?"
Smiling tightly, but not joining him in his toast, Kal waits, watching as the astromech leaves the rec-room.
Mossi Durren:
Mossi gives a cold smile and looks the man over. " I could use some work, I don't have much cause for an issue long as it pays in cold hard credits"
Kal orders another drink from the bartender, watching the exchange with interest.
"My name's Kal." He says to the bartender as much as he also addresses the Saber owner .
I'm funding a little hunting exped planetside, but I am a little strapped for cash. I am looking for a way to earn those credits so I can be on my way. Not above doing some hard work. What do you say?
mossi takes a good look at the chatting man at the bar " If ya got something to say bub speak plain, I don't have time to put up with mind game, I have had all of that a man would ever want."
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"My name's Kal." He says to the bartender as much as he also addresses the Saber owner Mossi.
I'm funding a little hunting exped planetside, but I am a little strapped for cash. I am looking for a way to earn those credits so I can be on my way. Not above doing some hard work. What do you say?
Kal Tyrgen's persuasion roll (1d20 +6=14)
Tal looks over at you and kind of shrugs, "well you look like a pretty boy and I know you dont need money, so you must be a rush junkie, go with him if he'll have ya. Talk to the bar tender Fatalis Rovin but watch out he does not like droids." He then turns to a large brass bell on the wall and rings the bell and yells "Last call before port" the bell is louder than it looks
I need a will save for both of you
Over 13
under 13
Then the bartender yells out "you two messing up my bar in the corner quit playing with each other or go to a cabin and finish that" then he mutters fighting will move you to anger and then to a loss of control. He then goes back to his bar and starts to mix some drinks for some other customers.
mossi takes a good look at the chatting man at the bar " If ya got something to say bub speak plain, I don't have time to put up with mind game, I have had all of that a man would ever want."
Kal gazes back evenly. A primal fire awakes in his eyes. He leans in close.
Mossi Durren:
'What I am suggesting, is that you don't need to go around spoiling for a fight in which to die in; a true warrior bides his time and waits for that perfect chance to maximise his victory. There are nervous people about, a lot of nervous people. And all of them 'nervous people' are looking for a way to stay in the Empire's good books by selling out their friends and whoever else is around them if it would make the reward bigger. You swanning around with a 'sabre flapping at your belt is going to invite trouble your way, and by proxy, by way of everyone else on this freighter.
And unless you can think of a way to smuggle that particular item -collector, bounty hunter of whatever you are- past those thugs at customs, you are going to invite that trouble, welcome to you or not. Nervous people will just assume you are a Jedi and shoot you on the spot. Thing is, nervous people make for poor shots and I would really dislike it if I am mistakenly caught in their crosshairs. That makes *me* nervous. Is that clear enough for you?'
I'm going out on a limb here and i'll tell you that I have no love for the empire's *antics* at this current juncture. I'll admit I have my own scores to settle. I feel your pain, friend; just wait for your time.
Kal winces with the sudden onrush of a headache , then says a little painfully.
'I'd like to start again. My name is Kal and may I buy you a drink?'
with a cold look mossi looks Kal over. The shugs his shoulders Saber done out of sight, I find it a useful tool, the Jedi didn't need it anylonger anyhow.. He looks to the bell now with a ringing headach
And i'll take the drink
And i'll take the drink
Kal nods and gives him a wry smile, despite the pain in his head. He pokes the bartender and orders another two of the same drink his newfound business associate was drinking.
After receiving the drinks, he passes one to .
'Bell was kinda painful, lets grab a seat before I fall over.'
Over the Ships loud speaker
"Attention passengers we will be docking at Zel Dorn in a little over 8 standard hours. Please be ready to disembark when we arrive with your customs paperwork filled out. Please get the forms from the print distribution slot in your quarters and after completing them run them in the scanner at major junction comm centers to allow the customs inspector to pull them electronically and get everyone processed. Please remember to take all of your belongings with you as the ships crew and owners are not responsible for any items left behind. There are amnesty slots in the rec rooms for items that you do not want to bring to customs and anything in the slots will be compacted and dumped into a solar intercept orbit. Thank you from the captain and the crew of The Dreamer Journey.”
Allen notes the time and decides he'd better make a start on those forms of course the regs would be harder on nonhumans but hopefully he can avoid those kind of entanglements by keeping his head down.
Allen leaves the rec room to pick up a form and spend the next couple of hours filling it in an using whatever means available to doublecheck the regulations and make sure there isn't anything he's missed.
Vesper wipes the sweat from her brow and dons her cloak before heading over to the bar. She glances behind her to see if her sparring partner is following and then orders a water. Taking it, she says to the bartender, "do you happen to know of anywhere on the station where one might be able to find employment? I have been travelling for a while and am running low on credits."
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Vesper wipes the sweat from her brow and dons her cloak before heading over to the bar. She glances behind her to see if her sparring partner is following and then orders a water. Taking it, she says to the bartender, "do you happen to know of anywhere on the station where one might be able to find employment? I have been travelling for a while and am running low on credits."
"water you must be getting low on credits, if your quick you might be able to grab that other low life that you were playing with in the corner and catch up to that FRU FRU guy and his pall the drunk and convince them that your skill will be of some use"
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You find the paperwork easy to understand and the forms. I will need a perception check please Allen
Over 13
Drake,
Watch you step on the station and check out the dancer at the Sarlac's Hole she is quite the looker and she has ways of getting information. Her name well what she uses for a name is Sojourn Price. I have found her mostly .................(as the rest of ther note has had a strange liquid spilled on it and is unreadable)
You find the paperwork easy to understand and the forms. I will need a perception check please Allen
Over 13
** spoiler omitted **
(Perception check got a 17)
Allen thoughtfully completes the papers and puts them away whilst keeping the useful "note" for further examination later.
"Water, you must be getting low on credits. If you're quick you might be able to grab that other low life that you were playing with in the corner and catch up to that FRU FRU guy and his pal the drunk and convince them that your skill will be of some use."
She raises an eyebrow at the man and says, "the water is not because I am out of credits. The water is because I do not drink alcohol and I have just been sparring, so I need to replace my fluids."
"I do however thank you for the information." She quickly downs the water and heads over to Gareth."I am going to look for work while onboard the station and the barkeep told me to seek out the two that just left, as I think he gave them a tip on a job." Without waiting for a reply, she heads off at a brisk pace to catch up to Kal and Mossi, pulling her hood down to cover her eyes as she leaves.
When she reaches them, she reaches out to tap Kal on the shoulder and stop him. "I believe the barkeep gave you some information regarding a job. I too am looking for work and would be interested in accompanying you if you will permit me." She glances back to see Gareth coming up behind her. "And my friend here needs some work too. If there is enough for all of us maybe we can apply together."
Gareth pats the holster on his hip and smiles. "I'm pretty handy with a blaster, and damn good at blowing stuff up. Plus I'm fully bonded with the mercenary guild, which is always a plus," he says. Looking at Vesper he adds "looks like we have some forms to fill out. May I walk you to your quarters?"
Allen wanders back into the rec room and heads over to Phenn Ordo.
"They seem to have some need for these forms to be completed," Allen mentions holding out a few sheets of paper.
"The last one might be of interest, not sure what it was dipped in but it might have some interesting info on Sel Zonn, what do you think?" Allen says making sure the note he picked up is clearly shown to Phenn before he passes the bundle of paper over.
(Did make sure the note was dry before doing this in the case of the note see above)
"By the way where's...?" Allen asks cutting off as he scopes out the bar noting most of the others were over there either interested in drinks or asking the barman something.
Phen takes the forms from Allen and glances over them.
"Standard issue...no problem. Well my aquatic friend, we seem to have quite an intersting collection of galactic 'scum' here; we should fit in nicely"
Looking at the note, Phen nods at Allen, "And this should hopefully help to fund things for a while"
she reaches out to tap Kal on the shoulder and stop him. "I believe the barkeep gave you some information regarding a job. I too am looking for work and would be interested in accompanying you if you will permit me." She glances back to see Gareth coming up behind her. "And my friend here needs some work too. If there is enough for all of us maybe we can apply together."
Gareth pats the holster on his hip and smiles. "I'm pretty handy with a blaster, and damn good at blowing stuff up. Plus I'm fully bonded with the mercenary guild, which is always a plus," he says. Looking at Vesper he adds "looks like we have some forms to fill out. May I walk you to your quarters?"
'Suit yourselves. Given your own recommendations, I think we'll be glad to have you on side. We are meeting with someone called Fatalis Rovin at one of the drinking holes on the station. Apparently he has work that would suit us.'
Kal sizes up the Miralukan and the Human Mercenary.
'Nice moves in the rec-room, by the way. Do you mind if I get some pointers off either of you later?'
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Spoiler:
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As the chronometer counts down on the wall there is a strange silence spreads across the ship. People look some what sad that the voyage is over
Perception Check for all
DC 12
The time has come to depart the ship.
DM
I will need a plan from all of the players as to how you are going to proceed through customs.
As the chronometer counts down on the wall there is a strange silence spreads across the ship. People look some what sad that the voyage is over
Perception Check for all
DC 12
** spoiler omitted **The time has come to depart the ship.
DM
I will need a plan from all of the players as to how you are going to proceed through customs.
Kal Tyrgen's perception roll (1d20+6=14)
As the hours tick down, Kal formulates a plan to pass through customs.
Discreetly asking the freighter crewmembers previous visitors to Sel Zonn Station, Kal tries to find out how 'legitimate' customs there actually is.
As the chronometer counts down on the wall there is a strange silence spreads across the ship. People look some what sad that the voyage is over
Perception Check for all
DC 12
** spoiler omitted **The time has come to depart the ship.
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I will need a plan from all of the players as to how you are going to proceed through customs.
Allen will check with Phenn Ordo since he will have more idea of what to expect from the space station's customs.
Although he does have a license for his blaster (just found that particular rule in Saga so assumed it would have been legal for him to carry a firearm being a mercenary) he'll follow Phenn's advice as it might be easier if he carries Allen's firearm aboard given the Empire's nonhuman bias."So what do you expect Sel Zonn's customs is going to be like?" Allen asks Phenn.
"And where is....?" Allen begins to say looking around curiously expecting Phenn's Mandalorian demolitions friend to pop out of the blue.
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Kal Tyrgen's Gather Information check (1d20+6=24)
After talking with the crew who are more than happy to give advice is to make sure that you keep your head down and have all licenses for all weapons at the ready in case they wish to see them. Non-humans can expect more scrutiny and questions. They also tell you about one of the customs officials, Mossic. Mossic has been known to have flexible moral values and to overlook items accompanied by loose credits. The cabin boy lets you know that you can id him easily because he always has on a large turban with a purple feather on it.
The cabin boy is standing there shuffling his feet
"So what do you expect Sel Zonn's customs is going to be like?" Allen asks Phenn.
"And where is....?" Allen begins to say looking around curiously expecting Phenn's Mandalorian demolitions friend to pop out of the blue.
Gareth walks up to Phenn and the Quareen. "Sorry I'm late," he says, "I was busy sparring with a young lady and then I had to get my forms filled out." He pulled out the licences and forms he needed. "I may have also found us some work. The people I was talking to are meeting a guy at one of the local bars to discuss a job. We should tag along."
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Kal Tyrgen's Gather Information check (1d20+6=24)After talking with the crew who are more than happy to give advice is to make sure that you keep your head down and have all licenses for all weapons at the ready in case they wish to see them. Non-humans can expect more scrutiny and questions. They also tell you about one of the customs officials, Mossic. Mossic has been known to have flexible moral values and to overlook items accompanied by loose credits. The cabin boy lets you know that you can id him easily because he always has on a large turban with a purple feather on it.
The cabin boy is standing there shuffling his feet
Allen drops 5 credits into his hands as he passes.
"Sorry I can't spare more, hope you have better luck with the rest of them or the next trip!" he whispers.Making sure his words aren't picked up Allen heads off to find their missing comrade and makes sure his pocket hasn't been picked as a result of his sudden charity but not openly as he doesn't want the cabin boy to feel like he's to blame.
Perception. (1d20+2=4)
Vesper keeps to herself and appears lost in contemplation as she follows Gareth back to the room. Once there, she walks in behind him and proceeds to fill out the forms. She makes sure to listen to the others taking around her as she does so.
When she finishes, she packs her bag and gets ready to depart. Going back over to Gareth and his companions and saying, "I am ready to go now. After reading through the forms, I am worried however that I may have trouble passing through the customs station with these." She reaches behind her cloak and pulls out what appears to be two small lightsabers with a cross bar set coming from their side. "I am no Jedi and have nothing to be ashamed of, but as you said," she nods to Gareth, "given the current state of affairs it may be difficult for me to remain annonymous."
Phen agree to carry Allens blaster if necessary. Phen should have all the right permits for his weapons, due to his life as a merc, but he will be ready to grease Mossic's palm if the need arrises.
Phen looks at Vespers weapons, then at Gareth.
"What do you think...can we get away with carrying these as well? I'm willing to try. I'm all for getting one over a customs official."
He takes Gareth to one side;
Glad you showed up. Was beggining to think you'd popped an escape pod for a minut there!"
"Give one to me and one to Phenn," Gareth said. "We'll stick them in our rucksacks and if anyone asks, they are souviners from the Clone Wars. We're Mando'a, they will believe that."