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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 12:11 am
“Oh we are going to have ever so much fun!” Ember half squealed in glee as she dipped her head returning Nolaa’s earlier greeting. Straighten up still smiling at the twi’lek she gave the Imperial officer a side long glance. “Aren’t we.” She said to him as Jahan introduced herself to Nolaa.
She looked from Jahan to Roth and before another word could be uttered she interrupted.
“You are the one with the data pad.” She chirped gleefully.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 6:42 am
"Ah yes." Roth said, glancing at the datapad. "I had almost forgotten. Very well then. I suppose I'll have to guide us there."
Roth motioned to his slave who began surveying the surroundings with her carbine as the two moved off down a passage way deeper into the station.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 9:27 am
Bringing up the rear Jahan rolled her eyes and shut the door, giving the medic left behind a reassuring smile/smirk as she left. It was going to be a long day, but at least she felt like she was finally *doing* something! Hiding out in the wilds of barely inhabitated planets and dodging Imperial patrols wasn't doing anything to help the Jedi, merely keeping her alive. Surviving wasn't her goal; living was.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 10:04 am
Ember followed along behind Roth, smiling, her hands clasped behind her back as her bright red eyes glanced curiously at her surrounding, gently humming to herself.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 11:51 am
As they walked through the corridors Jahan tried to sense through the Force if there were other Jedi on the station, or those who used the Dark Side of the Force. Ember's humming and their constant movement made it difficult, however, and she was forced to give up after a short time.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 11:51 am
When you all finally arrive in the vicinity of deep storage bay V14, you find that you have crossed into a very neglected part of the station. Many of the lights have burned out, and blaster marks and carbon scoring mar the walls, ceiling, and floor. The area reeks of ozone and electrical fires, and pools of coolant litter the hallways at regular intervals. After winding your way through a near-labyrinth of decrepit corridors, you come upon bay V14, which is guarded by a pair of Gamorreans wielding vibro-axes. They seem not to notice you at the moment and are conversing in their own porcine language....
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 12:16 pm
Upon seeing the pair of guards, standing outside of the bay Ember stops her humming and starts backpedaling to the last corner, mindful not to back up into Jahan following behind her.
“Oopsy, maybe this is the wrong way.” She speaks quietly to the others.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:27 pm
Jahan backed up as well a bit, going back around the last corner and getting everyone together.
"I think the guards say that this is exactly the right spot." she whispered.
I wish I was a more experienced Jedi. she thought. Then I could simply trick them into letting us enter, the weak-minded fools. She looked at Roth and Nolaa to see what they thought.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 5:50 pm
"The Jedi is correct." Roth said, putting the datapad away and tugging his uniform jacket straight. "This is the place. Seems our droid has considerable pull to be able to recruit Gamorreans to his payroll. I'm beggining to see a pattern here. Now then, let me handle this. I believe I can deal with these brutes."
Tugging his cap straight, Roth marched over to the Gamorreans with determination in his step.
Smiling, Nolaa gestured at her master with a lekku as easily as one would with a finger.
"Lorda good talkman." She said, confidance and a bit of a boast in her voice. "He know many tongue."
The Twi'lek's faith in her master seemed to be well founded, for after a few minutes of conversing with the guards in huttese, they stepped aside to permit him entry.
Somewhat surprised at the ease of it, Roth recovered quickly enough and gestured to the door.
"Ladies first. Lets hurry now. We have a treasonous deal to broker."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 4:13 pm
Jahan returned Nolaa's smile and was pleased to see Roth speaking easily with the guards. When he returned she saw that her boasting was indeed well founded.
The Jedi kept her hood up and her eyes off the guards as she stepped out around the corner with Ember in tow. Pretending she was yet another servant of Roth's she slumped her shoulders a bit and allowed a bit of a shuffle into her steps as she entered the storage bay.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 6:52 am
Ember stayed quiet and let the leader types decide on a plan of action, herself preferring to toss a plan out the nearest airlock and just go with the flow, making it up as she went. She watched with curious eyes as Roth went and conversed with the two huge guards, nodding her head in agreement to Nolaa’s statement and Ember wondered how many languages he acutely knew. When Jahan pulled Ember along behind her Ember stay close behind her, half wishing she could hide with in her robes from the monstrous Gamorreans.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:01 pm
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 haphazard 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 ivory wood, which means that the desk is both priceless and rare. Sitting peacefully behind the desk is a protocol droid with shiny, ebony coverings that seem to soak up light and offer only the slightest reflection. The droid’s eyes flicker slightly, as though imitating a person blinking rapidly.
"Greetings, organics." It says with a slight dip of its head. "Welcome to my lair. I am Switch. Please, have yourself a seat. May I offer you something to ingest? I am in possession of a rather well stocked liquor cabinet."
((Perception checks))
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 3:15 pm
Taking note of everything in the room, including several hiding thugs and a not-so-hidden Twi'lek, Jahan sat down in one of the offered chairs.
"Nothing for me, thanks." she said quietly. Carefully she folded her hands inside her robe and set one on her lightsaber's hilt, the other on her droid-scrambler. If this didn't go well things could get quite messy.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 3:26 pm
Roth sat casually in his chair as Nolaa stood beside it, awaiting orders.
"I'll have a glass of Bespin Port." He said as he focused on the droid.
Nolaa meanwhile was exchanging glances with the other Twi'lek, their Lekku twitching in silent communication.
"Very well, Organic." The droid said in his male, coruscant-imperial accent, taking a bottle and pouring the Officer a glass as he spoke. "As it happens, it is rare that I recieve such a varied collection of guests all at once, which begs the obvious query of what brings you to my humble domain? While my services are available to anyone with sufficient credits, I would like to know what it is that I can do that would bring a group like yours?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 10:08 pm
Ember follows the others into the dank and dingy cargo bay, choosing not to take one of the offered chairs. She shook her head when the Switch offered up some refreshments and waited for the droid to finish up with the customary form of exchanging pleasantries. Something Ember found rather annoying coming from a thing of logic and circuit, from a living being she could understand, but not coming from a droid. It made her uneasy.
“I believe that you are in possession of a particular piece of cargo that you were able to recover from the deep core, if I’m not mistaken.” Ember responded to the droids inquiry of there business. “We are here to pick it up.” She stated.
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