The portly guards raise their axes and move to block your way. They grunt some pigly grunts but otherwise they just don't less you pass.
Stone will step right up to one of them. Switch is expecting me.
Persuasion? As in, without fisticuffs?
1d20+0
Stone stares down the Gammorean gaurds without flinching. Something in his bearing and body language brooked very little argument that he was indeed here for a purpose and could back up his position with strength. The portly guards avert his gaze and step aside to let you pass.
Not wanting Stone to head in alone. Colvin walks forward with his hand close to his Blaster, giving the Guards a hard look.
Persuasion
Kess moves up behind Colvin, doing her level best to project a 'tough chick' image instead of 'young female spacer'.
The guards are sufficiently cowed by Stone and Colvin, allowing the rest of the party to enter. They do, however, attempt to make Kess flinch as she walks by as she seems an easier target than the first two who passed.
"Shall we?" Alistair says simply to Allerick before he starts to follow the other three past the Gamorreans, hands in his pockets, whispering a single word to himself once he is a few steps past them. "Big."
When you enter, you see that the deep storage bay is as run-down as the hallways leading up to it, with entire metal plates missing from the floor and a huge, open exhaust shaft near the back of the room. Large crates litter the area, creating the appearance of a hap-hazard mess, and the air has a distinct smell of sweat and fumes that makes the entire area unpleasant.
Flickering lights provide modest illumination, and a burst pipe along the ceiling leaks blue fluid down one wall. Near the center of the room is an item that seems very out of place — a large, finely crafted desk made of Japor ivorywood, which means that the desk is both priceless and rare.
Sitting peacefully behind the desk is an administrative droid with shiny, ebony coverings that seem to soak up light and offer only the slightest reflection.
The admin droid appears to be the only occupant of the storage bay besides a blue and red astromech droid.
"Come in then," the droid says with a wave of his arm.
The admin droid gestures to the astromech droid, motioning for the small droid to come over. Upon arriving, the admin droid. "Can I offer you anything to drink? I have every sought-after beverage in the galaxy," the droid explains. Bringing out a platter of steaming cups, he continues, "And do make yourselves comfortable. Mr. Stone, Mr. Dashwind, how may I be of assistance?"
Once inside the storage bay, Alistair looks around. He does not use his eyes alone however, but also concentrates for a moment, using the Force to heighten his senses and perceptions. Outward his stance and demeanor do not change as he retains his relaxed posture, a slightly deeper breath the only indication.
Once inside the storage bay, Alistair looks around. He does not use his eyes alone however, but also concentrates for a moment, using the Force to heighten his senses and perceptions. Outward his stance and demeanor do not change as he retains his relaxed posture, a slightly deeper breath the only indication.
1d20 + 7
1d20 + 7
Alistair - you are able to make out the silhouette of a bulky Twi'lek behind the admin droid and to your left. Through the use of your force sensing, you note the presence of three other individuals lurky somewhere nearby under the cover of darkness and debris.
Colvin grins, "No drink for me thanks. Are you Switch? I like that handle, it suits you. I don't think we have elected a figurehead yet so I will answer your direct question directly. We are here to pick up a package. Something tells me since you already know us you already know what that package is."
Perception
Perception
Colvin grins, "No drink for me thanks. Are you Switch? I like that handle, it suits you. I don't think we have elected a figurehead yet so I will answer your direct question directly. We are here to pick up a package. Something tells me since you already know us you already know what that package is."
Perception 1d20 + 5
"I am 3d-4y, though I have grown some affection for the name my friends and guests have selected for me, Switch." reveals the admin droid.
"I see many guests daily. Tell me exactly why you are here and we can go from there."
Perception results:
Alistair notices everything.
Stone and Colvin notice the silhouette of the Twi'lek.
Allerick notices the droids and just the droids.
"I guess being a droid requires precision and detail. OK then, I am here to pick up a package for Maya. Maybe your man back there can grab it from storage and bring it out to us. We would certainly appreciate it." Colvin responds to Switch with his hands sliding down to his sides still open but ready to grab his Blaster in case this routine pick up turns ugly.
Scanning the room, Kess feels a bit of a tingle on the nape of her neck. That's odd. I wonder why I'm getting this now. Oh well. Trusting my instincts has gotten me this far. Opening herself to the Force for a moment, Kess presses her senses into her surroundings.
1d20+7
Scanning the room, Kess feels a bit of a tingle on the nape of her neck. That's odd. I wonder why I'm getting this now. Oh well. Trusting my instincts has gotten me this far. Opening herself to the Force for a moment, Kess presses her senses into her surroundings.
1d20+7
With your use of the force, you sense hidden beings about the room. You see the silhouette of a beefy Twi'lek, behind Switch and to your left. You also notice the two droids - Switch and the astromech.
Switch responds politely to Colvin's query. "Maya, yes. I do believe I am holding a piece of cargo for Maya."
"I have taken pains to ensure the cargo is kept safe, averted from the scrutiny of officials on many fronts."
"For the eminently reasonable sum of 1000 credits, I am willing to release that cargo to you, as her agents, and you may take it wherever you wish."
"Reasonable?!? What sort of bucket of circuits thinks 1,000 credits is reasonable?!? Perhaps, though, we could agree to a trade? I myself am quite skilled with technology. Need an upgrade, Switch?"
"What Allerick meant to say was that 1,000 is an unreasonable position. I am not sure Maya is good for it. Why don't we say 200 credits now and we can negotiate with Maya on your behalf and see what other amount would be resonable, Unless of coure an upgrade interests you", Colvin replies calmly.
Persuasion or Deception
"What Allerick meant to say was that 1,000 is an unreasonable position. I am not sure Maya is good for it. Why don't we say 200 credits now and we can negotiate with Maya on your behalf and see what other amount would be resonable, Unless of coure an upgrade interests you", Colvin replies calmly.
Persuasion or Deception 1d20 + 5
Switch responds brusquely, "Look, Mr Dashwind, I have a certain standing in the business community. Do you know how many people come to this station and find their way into my network? My clients come to expect a certain consistency, a certain logic to my prices. Were I to make exceptions, to give away value without anything in exchange, the entire economic structure of my business would fall apart. Now, I'm sure that someone on this station would be willing to meet my price. I'm confident that someone could be you."
Mechanics
Mechanics 1d20+13
Allerick - you can tell through your expertise in the matter, that Switch is a droid who has not had a programming wipe in a considerable time. The characteristics are subtle and anyone who doesn't normally deal with mechanics and droids would never suspect this. However, this is not a flaw and certainly nothing the droid would care to correct.
If not Allerick's skills for your personal enhancement, is there something else we could do in barter perhaps?
Responding to Stone, Switch replies "I can accept less Mr. Stone, on the condition that you and your friends help me. What I ask is such a small thing. Simply, supply me with information wherever your travels take you. Information of value, of course."
"Agree to this arrangement and I will waive my handling fee and tell you where you can find your cargo."
Allerick's beady little eyes narrow: "What sort of information are you looking for?"
Allerick's beady little eyes narrow: "What sort of information are you looking for?"
"Mr. Hosh, you of all people should know all about valuable information. I simply wish you to relay your exploits regarding your journey going forward. This particular cargo and the intrigue around it leads me to believe that it will result in grander intrigue and infomation in the future. I am simply investing in your futures. There is nothing illegal in that." replies Switch.
He then counters with, "You can certainly refuse to do as I ask. However, the cost of that right has a price tag of 1,000 credits."
"We're not in much of a position to refuse, now are we?" Kess says, speaking to the group. "Given our lack of funding, we may need to take his offer, even if it does come back to bite us later."
"I agree with Tam. I took this job to earn credits not spend them. Let's accept his generous offer. Anyone object?"
"Eyva does have a point, yes," Alistair concurs. "So it seems a somewhat reasonable request. At least until it proves to be otherwise at some point that is."
"So, since there seem to be no objections... the package?" he asks turning to Switch.
"Yeah, but I know these types, I used to work for them: nothing comes without strings attached. Usually to our arms. As puppets."
"Better than having to scramble for 1000 credits while we've got people after us, isn't it Allerick? Think of it this way: We can either wait for those idiots to tag us and take us in, or we can get out of here now, play puppet for a while, and scoot our asses out of the fire for a while. Which one would you rather pick?"
Responding the group decision to agree to the information agreement, Switch begins, "Well put Miss Varik. This is splendid news. Now,” continues Switch. “About this cargo…”
PWEEE! PWEEE! PWEEE The droid is interrupted by the sound of blaster fire and squealing noises coming from outside the door.
Everyone in the room comes alive at the sound. Switch stands up and looks behind him, motioning to someone.
A bulky Twi'lek comes out of the shadows and heads to the door you entered, drawing his blaster as he does so. He makes his way over to the side of the door just as it opens.
A bulky Chevin, flanked by four humans with blasters drawn, strides in, obviously agitated.
“Ganga Lor!” Switch says pleasantly. “How nice of you to drop by!”
The Chevin shouts angrily, “So, you thought you could hide your deal with the offworlders from me, droid? I’m tired of not getting my cut! Turn him into a scrap heap, boys!”
The human thugs turn their blasters on Switch and the companions.
Initiative
Initiative
Chevin & thugs:
Switch & cronies:
Here is the initiative order:
Varik/Kess
Alistair
Colvin
Stone
Ganga Lor & Thugs
Switch & guards
Allerick
Please proceed...
Drawing her blaster, Kess immediately takes aim at the Chevin. Hoping her luck might be better this time, she fires at the angry alien.
Yes