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 Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 10:47 am
"Then go have Nolaa fit you into her clothing." He said, reclining. "We'll have to keep moving if we want the Empire off balance."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:45 pm
“Yes Master.” Ember smiled and stood up to un-strap her gun belt and set it down on her chair before making her way into the bedroom for Nolaa to fit her into one of her outfits. Emerging a short time latter she stepped to the middle of the main room and spun herself around, her arms out as she showed off her new look.
“Well? How do I look?” She asked smiling brightly, her red eyes sparkling and her face was light up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:37 pm
Jahan nodded and smiled to herself. That's more like it. she thought as both Roth and Ember accepted her explanation without question. Sometimes it was just easier not to aruge with someone who was right. When Ember stepped back out she knew it was her turn next. She threw an admiring glance at the other woman then went in to see what Nolaa had in store for her.
After a few minutes she too stepped out, her eyes demurely lowered for Roth and turned in a slow circle to show off her disguise. The mantle of padawan seemed to fall easily back on her shoulders, maybe a little to easily. Her lightsabre was disguised on her wrist among a bunch a bangles and bracelets, all done in silver.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:54 pm
“Wow, you look really nice in that outfit Jahan.” Ember red eyes twinkled as she giggled. “Nolaa did a fantastic job with you.” She complemented her on her attire.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:01 pm
The tight, skimpy garments (Think of a cross between Traditional Twi'lek slave garments and Aayla secura's oufit) hugged the female's bodies and left little to the imagination. It was doubful that anyone would gage Jahan or Ember as anything but servants except under close scrutiny.
Having finished his own decorative work sith some convincing looking rank bars and pins, Roth examined the two and nodded his approval.
"Very convincing." He said. "Nolaa does do admiralble tailorwork, even under the limited circumstances. Now just remember what I told you and you should be fine."
Nolaa, still somewhat grumpy about having her closet be sacrificed, handed each of the women a somewhat heaft bag.
"Blasta in bag." She said to them as she carried her own piece of luggage.
"Good work, Nolaa." Roth told her. "Now then, let us be off to Blue Deck."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:11 pm
It is a relatively short jaunt from Roth's rented flat to the turbolift, and from there a short ride up to your destination. As the turbolift doors slide open and you step out onto Blue Deck, it is like entering a wholly different space station. The floors are polished and possess a metallic sheen, and the massive windows along one wall grant the most magnificent view of Brentaal available on the station. Maintenance and service droids flit about from one place to the next, keeping everything clean and ordered. Moving about the halls of Blue Deck are large numbers of Humans, most of them wealthy by all appearances. They pay little attention to the few aliens found in the area, except, perhaps, to sneer as they pass. Of note, theres a pair of nobles nearby who are deep in conversation anda somewhat skinny looking human in a trenchcoat.
((Perception checks))
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:26 pm
Ember stepped meekly out of the lift, her eyes looking down at her reflection in the polished floor as she followed her “master,” like a good little slave girl should, carryall slung over her shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:04 pm
Nolaa's dark eyes shifted to glance at the skinny fellow for a moment and she rested a hand on Roth's shoulder, halting his movement.
Glancing back at her with an annoyed look, he followed her glance to the man.
"Jahan, Ember, does that man strike you as familiar?" He asked quietly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:26 pm
Jahan had a not too difficult time pretending to be a slave-girl again, although she had never been so scantily clad in her life. It didnt' help that every time she glanced at Ember or Nolaa her face burned. Her tattoos showed up well through the thin material of the outfit and she entertained thoughts briefly of keeping it, if Nolaa would allow it.
When Roth spoke her eyes slid unobtrusively over the man he indicated; the skinny man in the trenchcoat had been there when the fight on the promenade had started but left. She doubted that he'd gotten a good look at her, and wouldn't know Nolaa. Ember was a bit more distinctive and Roth, well, he was playing the part of an Imperial Officer quite well, not the drunken sot he had been.
"Yes, he was on the promenade, earlier. What should we do? We can't bring any attention to ourselves..." she whispered back, her amber eyes back on the floor.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:34 pm
"Not to worry. Jahan, get around him and keep him from slinking away. Ember and I will cover him from this angle. Nolaa, keep him from escaping while we close the net. When we get close enough, we make sure he doesnt get away."
Nolaa slinked past her master with her dancer's grace, moving swiftly over to the skinny man. She said a few things to him in a low, sultry voice which quickly got his attention as the Twi'lek woman sauntered up to him.
Roth moved in, slowly, so as not to draw attention and motioned for Ember to follow.
Unused to the attentions of a scatily clad Twi'lek girl, the man stammered a bit and slowly backed against a wall as Nolaa made her advances.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:11 pm
Jahan took a breath and wandered wide around the trench-coated man and watched Nolaa take his breath away. She set herself up just 'behind' the man and off to his right so if he did try to run she could stop him. How she would do so she wasnt' sure. Flash him a smile and maybe some cleavage? Trying to appear nochalant she leaned casually against a dataport.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:21 pm
Pinning the man against the wall, Nolaa presed against him, purring and muttering sultry things in huttese.
The man was starting to enjoy the attention when his eyes widdened.
Nolaa's lusty grin turned predatory as a wicked looking little holdout blaster she seemed to manifest was pressed into his stomach. Nolaa's finger went to the man's lips while she smiled.
"No loud speak, yes?" She said quietly.
Roth nodded to his allies to move in and he clasped a hand on the man's shoulder as the fellow's nervous expression shot to Ember with sudden fearful recognition in his eyes.
"Good day, my fine fellow." Roth said. "Nice to run into you again. We have a few things to discss with you, if you dont mind. And pardon my servant's crass behavior. She does enjoy her little games..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 12:46 am
Ember was still trying to remember who he was and where she had seen him as she followed Roth silent instructions as a good servant girl should. She bit the bottom of her lip to keep from grinning as he was pined by Nolaa agenst the wall. Ember stepped to one side, closing the net and blocking his way if he managed the impossible and slipped away from Nolaa’s grasp. she returned the mans fearful look of recognition with a smile and bowed her head as if in greeting him, never taking her eyes from him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:17 am
"Relax, good sir." Roth said with a patient smile. "We're strangers to this level, you see. Quite naturally we'd like to know whats going on around here. The latest news and whatnot."
"I'm no tellin' you anything." The man said with a degree of certainty.
"Oh relax, for Space's sake. Nolaa, my dear, your toy is frightening the poor man. No need to scare the fellow is there? we only want to talk!"
Nolaa glanced at Roth and slowly retracted the blaster pistol.
Beaming, Roth turned back to address the skinny man. "You see? We're reasonable enough beings. We're only passing through and then we'll be out of your hair."
The man still looked a bit nervous and suspicious. He might have been willing to give some information, but the validity of it was questionable.
Roth's eyes flicked over to Ember, still smiling. "Ember, my dear, why dont you have a go at loosenin his tongue? He seems to be somewhat interested in you."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:06 am
Ember stepped closer to the man, tilting her head slightly to one side allowing her ruby red eyes to peek from underneath her light flame red hair as she batted her lashes at him. She gingerly reached out with one hand and lightly ran the tips of her finger down the mans arm.
“Please kind sir; I beg it of you to tell my Master what it is that he wants to know.” She cooed to the man in a soft, gentle voice.
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