CH 1.1-a: Charitable Charlatan's

Dec 20, 2016 5:14 pm
You are welcomed into Charitable Charlatan's by soft yet rhythmically persistent jazz type music coming from a jukebox, part of what you're certain is ownership's attempt at cultivating an extremely relaxed ambience. It's a decent sized cantina, as you immediately notice the dark atmospheric blue lighting precludes you from seeing with any clarity beyond the main area around the bar. While you can see the extent of the room's dimensions for the most part, it is difficult in some cases to tell whether or not anyone is actually occupying space toward the darker edges of the shadow, especially as the booths themselves seem designed for privacy, with exceptionally high-backed seating that would even hide the presence of a tall wookie. Ultimately, the cantina itself seems to be separated into blue subdued illumination near the bar, and a 'dark room' of sorts off to your right, illuminated only by the cast off light from the main area by the bar.

The only booth you can be sure that is occupied is close to the bar, a couple of plain looking Rodians quietly enjoying drinks. Faint murmurs of conversation float across the air in subtly varying volumes, none of them distinct enough to make out, but enough to know that there are patrons here that you just can't see. A subtle laugh comes from somewhere far off to your right in the dark room, then it's stifled. This is, without a doubt, a cantina for those who value privacy and quiet, and, based on the feeling you get, a well-mixed drink. Not necessarily high class, but low key and reserved.

The bar is directly ahead of you, bathed in pale blue light from above, occupied by a singular darkly dressed individual sitting at one end, back to the corner, facing the doorway. You can tell he's human in the light, and he seems to be evaluating you with a direct stare as he closes and pockets what you're sure is a comlink.

Suddenly, your comlink grabs your attention. Taking a look, you find a message: "Follow me so we can talk."

The man finishes his drink, gets up from his stool, and heads past the bar to your right, into the darker part of the cantina, disappearing around a corner.
Dec 21, 2016 1:39 am
Lissewa took in the cantina's atmosphere. It reminded her a little of some of the venues she use to be a slave. Of course there were also much classier parties she used to have to go to as well but she always preferred ones like this since the dark corners let her slink away for a while.

I could use some time alone. Three weeks stuck on that ship with the motley crew, could make any girl want to crawl into dark place.

No sooner had she entered when she started noticing that familiar feeling. The eyes that would follow her throughout the room. Even in a dark place like this, she could sense their desire. But the one at the bar, was different.

She saw him leave and felt the slight buzz of the comlink as the message came her way. How did he get this channel?

She watched him go around the corner, following the shape of his silhouette closely. This could be dangerous.

She sent a quick message over her comlink to the others, letting them know that she had made contact and to be ready to hit the cantina. When the message was sent, she followed gracefully after the stranger.
Dec 21, 2016 2:36 am
OOC:
Moving forward, when you send messages, use exact wording so I make sure to get it right. Unless you specify otherwise by tomorrow, I'm going with: "I've made contact. Be ready to hit the cantina."
Dec 21, 2016 4:35 pm
Lissewa glides across the shades of blue mosaic floor into the dark room of the cantina, the quiet sounds of conversation subtly drowned out by the jukebox jazz-like beats still floating through the air. Rounding the corner, her eyes adjust to a darkness partially illuminated by blue light cast from the far left corner, allowing her to see barely enough to understand the purpose of the high-backed booths in this section: they were covered on top and had curtains that could be drawn to allow for additional privacy. From what she could see, a handful of booths were in such a state of seclusion, curtains drawn, its occupants completely hidden from view.

Her eyes naturally drawn to the far left corner, Lissewa saw the man seated in a booth, thick heavy dark blue curtains open, a pale blue light glowing softly from a lamp on the table within. A serving droid stands at the ready nearby. Gesturing, the man beckons for Lissewa to join him.
Dec 21, 2016 10:10 pm
Lissewa sauntered up to the booth slowly, keeping her eyes fixed to him as she did. She didn't know what this man's game was but she would be sure not to be the one who got played.

Bending carefully into the booth, she brought her legs around, folding them under the table. She rested her head lightly against her open hand, resting the arm on the table and spoke softly. "You sure get things started quickly. I was actually looking forward to some time alone and you went and ruined it. I hope you plan to make it up to me."
Dec 22, 2016 6:41 pm
The man nods at the droid and it places two drinks on the table, one in front of each of you, leaving four drinks remaining on the serving tray. He is moderate of height and musculature for a human, and rather well dressed, wearing a sharp business suit with a couple of equally expensive and gaudy looking rings on each hand. From what you can see, he was likely an extremely attractive man at one point. However, the left side of his face is almost completely covered with scar tissue, a fairly thorough pattern of burn marks that starts at his chin and partially extends into his hairline, leaving a bald spot in what is otherwise a full head of black hair. His business style hair cut would look smartly styled, if it wasn't for the fact that it was parted toward the bald spot in a vein attempt to cover it up.

With a wave of his hand, the man dismisses the droid and it steps away, drawing the curtain shut. Everything is shades of blue inside the booth now, which looks like it would seat about eight comfortably. He locks eyes with you, takes a drink, then sets the cup down. "Kraspen Death Wind. Delicious." Leaning back, he seems rather comfortable as he pulls out a datapad, taps into it for a few moments, then returns it to his pocket.

His voice is smooth yet exuberant as he speaks. "Well, now! Isn't this a surprise! And here I was, expecting a party." He gestures, clearly referencing the spacious booth. "Apparently my attempts to be hospitable and accommodating are wasted. Although, I must say, it was rather brave of you to come alone, being such a small fish. Most unwise, yet brave. Perhaps you've swum too deep, little fish?"

Suddenly the curtains are drawn open from the outside, revealing three plainly dressed yet rather intimidating looking human thugs, blocking your exit from the booth, a pair of blaster pistols and a blaster carbine pointed directly at you.

He continues, threatening, yet nonchalant. "Keep quiet. Not a word. Put your hands flat on the table. Do anything else and you'll regret it." His voice turns hard, full of conviction, yet calm. "I will not ask twice."

Your comlink vibrates with a text message, silently requesting your attention.
OOC:
Combat hasn't started, so no need for initiative yet. However, since I can't interrupt you as if we were playing at a table together, what I will say is this: If you do want to move your hands where he can't see them, reach for anything (a comlink, for example), try to leave the table, or do anything physically unexpected outside of his commands, do not describe your actions, as they will be interrupted. Instead, structured time will begin (aka combat, more appropriately called structured time as it can also be used outside of combat). Furthermore, any attempt to yell/scream for help will immediately lead to structured time as well, before you finish the sentence.

If you decide you want to enter structured time by trying to do one of the above, go ahead and roll your Cool for initiative, as I'll allow you've had a moment to mentally prepare for conflict (still, do not describe your actions as initiative order still needs to be resolved for all before doing anything). Then you'll have to wait for me to roll initiative for the NPC characters on my end before we continue. Keep in mind that I will, however, add three boost dice to the Thugs' rolls as their weapons are trained directly at you, fingers on triggers, just outside of Engaged range (about 2 meters away). You'll have to be extremely quick to try to get away with something.

I've anticipated that you might try to use your comlink to call for help. Given the situation, if you do, I'll allow that you can take the comlink out with a Maneuver (similar to drawing a weapon) and place a rapid fire, very short text to the group as an Action (what gets through would depend on the results of the NPC's actions). You could also attempt to voice call them with an Action, which would require them to pick up on their end to communicate with you, which clearly wouldn't happen in the first round.
Dec 23, 2016 3:40 am
Lissewa remains calm as things unfold around her quickly. She was certainly in no position to refuse her captors requests.

She eyes the thugs, rolling her eyes at their attempts to intimidate her. She'd certainly dealt with worse offers before. However, she still didn't know what this man wanted so she would need to play for time.

Doing as she was told, she straightened herself in her seat, placing her hands face down on the table. She also unfolded her legs to set them straight out the floor. However, she attempted to activate her ankle bracelet as she did so.

I hope BS-10 is paying attention. The others will make short work of these idiots but not if he doesn't do his job.
OOC:
Not sure if this requires any kind of roll but I imagine it would be a secret roll regardless since she won't know if she's activated her beacon. If possible, and because I think it's an interesting way for the story to unfold, I would spend a destiny point to have this work or at least improve my chances.
Dec 28, 2016 1:23 pm
"Throw on the electro-binders and take her to the speeder." The man looks at Lissewa, content for the moment, as the thugs bind her wrists and ankles, leaving just enough slack for her to walk. "Please try not to run or escape. You'll be in for a nasty shock, if you do." Without delay, the thugs drag Lissewa up out of the booth and muscle her through a door behind the bar into a small kitchen of sorts, occupied by a lone chef droid who doesn't seem bothered at all by what's taking place. The man follows.

Along the way, she notices that the two dark room booths nearest the illuminated bar area are empty, curtains open, blue light cascading out as the server droid begins to go about closing them. Also, the two Rodians who were in the main bar area are no where to be seen. The thugs continue to move Lissewa toward another door, on the opposite side of the kitchen from where she just entered.
OOC:
I upgraded your check to use Skulduggery to turn on your transponder (and you're right, secret roll made sense in the situation). You're pretty sure you didn't get it started, and trying to do so while walking with binders on your ankles would be extremely difficult. If you'd like to try again while walking, to make sure it got turned on, you can do so if you pass both a Coordination and Skulduggery check (both at 4 purple and one red).
Dec 29, 2016 12:17 pm
Lissewa moved along as she was told, though her senses were heightened due to the adrenalin. She knew she would need to seek an opportunity to escape but with the the way things were now it would be to dangerous. They would just knock her out and she would have no idea where she was. If she cooperates, at least they might let her see where she is going for a little while.

But since they didn't tell her not to talk anymore.

"So, is this how you treat everyone you meet for the first time? I mean, I've been known to get into kinky stuff from time to time but that usually costs extra."
OOC:
Sorry for missing yesterday. I'd gotten out of the habit of checking everyday since it's been a while. I will not do another roll at the moment. Instead she will wait for a moment when the guards aren't watching her closely to simply switch it on.
Even with cuffs that shouldn't require a roll or at least not a high one.
Dec 29, 2016 1:16 pm
A brief pause at the new door. "Oh, I see. You're one of those." The Man retorts with a sneer. "We've got a clever one, boys." A light laugh from The Man is shared with a guffaw from the third thug, who isn't holding one of your arms. "We'll see how far clever gets you, Twi'lek."

"Now, we're going to go outside, and you're going to be quiet. Not clever, but quiet. Now, to be clear, I really am not one for asking twice. While I do try to be fair, I am not one to suffer disobedience." You notice him look at one of his thugs, who happens to be missing an ear. "Isn't that right, Vogz?" He looks back to you. "Make a sound, any sound, and I will cut something, or some things, off." A malicious smile blossoms onto his face, his voice mocking. "I imagine it would be difficult to be clever without your tongue, hmm?" Suddenly stern, he gives orders. "Let's go." Throughout the interaction, the chef droid never even acknowledges any of your presence. All of you might as well have been invisible.

Your 'escorts' put on breath masks and exit the kitchen into another dark alley, as narrow and poorly illuminated as the one fronting Charitable Charlatan's. You gag at the smell, almost immediately. Looking to the right, there's just enough light so you can see that the alley dead ends about a block down, whereas off to your left it passes through what seems to be a 4-way intersection less than a block away, then continues on, toward a still shadowy yet more well lit alley.

Directly ahead is another door, although it's difficult to tell what might be inside as all of the buildings are connected for the most part, whether they're residential or business oriented. There's no glow-light sign, or any sign that you can see, suggesting it is a business. You wait, still held at the arms by two thugs, as The Man accesses the keypad to open the door. Suddenly you hear blaster fire, two, then three shots in quick succession. It seems very close, perhaps coming from the other side of Charitable Charlatan's.
OOC:
I've paused here to allow you any actions you might choose, rather than assume you'll follow The Man's instructions. Do not mistake this for a 'GM hint' or something like that. I just didn't want to take any choice you might have away, for better or worse, and make assumptions.. You can, after all, disregard his directives and risk your tongue. Also, if you had any questions for me based on what your character sees, etc, I wanted to allow for those as well.
Dec 30, 2016 2:03 pm
Lissewa wasn't really afraid of the man but she was beginning to grow a bit nervous about her situation. These guys were clearly professionals, at least in so far as this situation they had set up was fairly air tight. They were able to come and go with impunity and they seemed to be quite sure of themselves and overconfident. Typically, this would be something she could use to her advantage but she had no advantage. She was lost in the woods on this planet, unaware of its customs and she didn't know what they were going to do to her or use her for. Not being allowed to get a word in about any of it didn't help since this was really her only tool she could use.

When they stepped outside, despite her desire to remain quiet for the moment and not test the Man, she could barely breathe, choking back coughs.

She tried to observe her area and where they were going. Then she heard the blaster shots. It seemed to close to simply be coincidence. It had to be her comrades. Whether they were coming to help or not couldn't be determined but at some point they would either do so or abandon her. The latter honestly seemed more likely but she figured she would give hope a chance.

She began to let the coughs go, coughing uncontrollably in the noxious atmosphere. Fortunately, she didn't have to pretend, having never been exposed to this kind of air made it so difficult to breathe she felt like she might pass out anyway. She made a move to her utility belt, scrambling for her breath mask. She hoped this showed she was trying to be quiet, if being very bad at it. In her scrambling, she tried to make anything that may have fallen from the pouches or off her belt seem like an accident.
Jan 2, 2017 4:14 pm
Finally the Man got the door open. Upon entering, he waved the rest of the group inside as Lissewa coughed uncontrollably, a stimpack falling from her utility belt as she moved into the building. "Will somebody put her breath mask on already? That hacking and wretching is just dreadfully annoying." The thug with the carbine walking behind Lissewa took a moment to do as ordered. Lissewa coughed into the breath mask, spittle dribbling from her mouth. A few deep breaths and the spasmodic coughing began to subside. The Man gave an impatient smile in the shadowy light of his recently powered up glow lamp. "There? All better?" Lissewa gave another throaty cough, her eyes watering, stinging tears. "That's right. Shhh. Get it all out."

As she came to a calmer state, Lissewa took the room in. It was dark, the only illumination coming from the Man's glow lamp, shadows moving as it moved in his hand. It appeared to be a dilapidated warehouse of sorts, likely taller than it was wide. There were only a couple of floors as far a she could see, including the mezzanine above, before the darkness cut off her vision.

Noticing Lissewa's perceptive behavior, the Man acted taken aback, almost offended. "Oh, that's right! You're going to survive this, aren't you?" The mocking smile, just like the one she had seen before. He was a professional, to be sure, but clearly cocky. Wiping her tears away with a thumb, he continued. "There, there. Of course you are." He laughed, joined by the thug with the carbine, who was cut short by a glaring look from the Man. A few moments of silence, the closed door having shut out what seemed like a continuing firefight from what Lissewa had heard on the way in. "Well, I suppose we should be careful. Professionals and all. I mean, we've all seen the holo-vids where the captive escapes." At that, he put some goggles on Lissewa, letting the strap snap to the back of her head. They were blinder goggles. Lissewa could see absolutely nothing but blackness.

"Poor thing," the man poked at Lissewa with his words. "So unfortunate." She couldn't see, but she could tell his face was intimately close to hers. His voice became almost gentle, comforting with a touch of cruelty. "You know, if Zhaff had just died like he was supposed to, you wouldn't be in this mess. He told me how you saved him." A pause, then a hand caressed her cheek. "Personally, I'm not usually one for mercy. It just... tends to leave loose ends untied." His hand came to a rest under her chin, forcefully propping her head up ever so slightly with a finger. "I'm curious, though. How do you feel about your decision now? To help Zhaff. Would you do it again?"
Jan 2, 2017 11:09 pm
Man, this guy loves to hear himself talk. I will certainly be a pleasure cutting out HIS tongue.

Despite the man's obvious cocky attitude, she still did not fear him. Whatever he had planned for her wouldn't be worse than a Sith could think of and they could think of plenty. Her life before as a slave prepared her for such things although she was not looking forward to being a slave again, assuming that was what he intended for her.

She pulled her face away from his finger and glared in the direction of his face. He couldn't see him but he hoped he would at least see the way she was looking at him.

"I never doubt the decisions I've made and I would never go back on them, that is simply my way. I suppose this mean Zhaff is dead then. Pity. I would have enjoyed killing him myself once I am free again. Since I have answered your question, perhaps you would be willing to answer one of mine. Why have you taken me prisoner? I'm sure you were just about to get to it anyway, what with your monologuing."

Lissewa knows she is likely treading on thin ice with the man but she would rather he be angry or cocky enough to make a mistake and while he is certainly cocky enough to do so she wasn't sure she could stomach it much longer.
Jan 3, 2017 4:11 pm
"Tit for tat, eh?" A pause, perhaps contemplative? An exasperated sigh. "Admittedly, I am a talker. And, although I'm certain that you and I aren't on terms where I should feel obliged to answer you, I will... in the spirit of civilized discourse. You, my dear, are luck falling into my lap. So, I'm going to take advantage. I know someone who would very much like to speak with you." You could almost feel his menacing grin as he caressed your other cheek. "Of course, my clever, beautiful Twi'lek... broken and battered, you can still talk."

The Man stood up. "Don't force my hand. It would be an absolute shame to ruin an exquisite creature such as yourself."

One of the thugs chimed in. "She's a sexy Twi'lek, ain't she boss. I'd trade a week's pay if I could have some fun before--"

Suddenly, the sound of something removed with speed from a utility belt. The Man's voice. "You're new here, aren't you?" The thug starts again. "Okay, I just--" A wooshing sound, like the air being cut, followed by blunt impact to skin. Thwack! The thug cries out. You've heard the sound before, almost like the pleasure whips used on sex slaves at your last master's house, except this is thicker, heavier, meatier. Thwack! A body hits the floor nearby, pleading. "Please, I--" Thwack! The thug cries out again. Nobody else moves or says anything. Thwack! He screams, and begins to sob, desperate feet pushing on your ankles as he reflexively tries to scramble away. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! You feel the wet spatter of a few warm drops hit one of your tentacles. Silence. A twitching foot goes on for a few seconds, then rests next to yours. Stillness.

Through heavy breathing, the Man speaks. "Cretin." A deep contented breath, exhaled. "So hard to find good help." Switching gears, he exudes calm authority. "Get him up." A few passing moments of silence, one of your escorts shifts where he stands. "I said, Get. Him. Up."

The thug to your left replies. "Um... sir, with all due respect, I think you killed him?"

The Man answers, confident in his disbelief. "No, no, no." A crack of doubt. "You really think so?"

"Well, yeah. Look at his face. I mean, look at it."

"Nah, it's worse than it looks. It'll be a good reminder for him, that's all. Give him a stim or two, and get him up."

The Man addresses you as one of the thug's goes about trying to revive the downed (dead?) thug. "It's ugly. Just be glad you can't see. Oh, and I do apologize. Those in my employ usually find me to be quite fair. However, some things I simply won't tolerate, and this filth's lack of professionalism left him... wanting, to say the least." A pause. "Assuming he doesn't have brain damage, I doubt he'll make the same mistake again."

You could swear your comlink vibrated again.
Jan 3, 2017 10:03 pm
She certainly had no fondness for this man but he at least commanded respect from his people, even if it was clearly out of fear only. These thugs would certainly have no love for him. This could be used to her advantage if it came to that, they would certainly be easier to convince.

She nodded approvingly and gave a somewhat twisted smirk.

"You certainly have a way with people. You'd fit in quite well, although I'm afraid forgiveness is not something we're known for."

She wondered what the buzzing on her comlink was about. Now certainly wasn't the time to use it, although she wished she could get even a moment's freedom to at least switch on the comlink so she could broadcast. They might be able to figure out where she is from that. On the other hand, if they were calling for her assistance, they were completely out of luck.
Jan 4, 2017 3:07 pm
A weak moan emanated from what you can only assume is the beaten thug, still alive. You feel his foot try to move, and fail. "Forgiveness? But it's so important! So important. I forgave my associate here by beating him senseless. I gave him life by not taking it away. And now, when he comes to his senses," a pause, you can imagine him gauging the possibility of that, "he'll have a reinforced work ethic. You see, forgiveness is crucial, so crucial in developing good working relationships."

"Boss, I don't think he's going to be able to go. I mean he's alive... breathing, but he still won't get up. Should I try another stim?"

A sigh from the Man. "That will be unnecessary." The sound of a blaster (?) leaving its holster. "You know, it really is hard to find good help these days." An exasperated sigh. Pew, pew, pew! Three blaster shots. "Let's go. Have someone come down and clean up this mess later." With that , you hear the Man take a couple of steps, then your double thug escort pulls you along at a brisk pace.

"You know, while I appreciate your compliments, which I'm certain are most sincere," his sarcasm is palpable, "do you really expect me to fall for that? That I would 'fit in' with 'your people'? Do you take me for a fool?" Suddenly, the sound of a door grating opening in front of you, as you can hear the sounds of the Kraspen night, the buzz of a distant Espos siren and the intermittent shrieking of some hapless victim, who couldn't be more than 10 blocks away. You're immediately maneuvered out the door and to the right, coming to a stop a few steps later. Without warning, the Man's voice is harsh, intimate again as he leans in, almost whispering into your ear. "You know..." his voice resonated, just audible in your ear, a respite from the shrieks, "I'm actually surprised you played that card." A caress traces down one of your tentacles, all the way to the tip. "It just smacks of desperation. It somehow seems... beneath you."

The Man's adopted his commanding voice as he moved away. The sound of a (speeder?) door opening. "Put her in back. You, drive." Guided forward, you feel the open door of what you're guessing is a speeder, or transportation of some type. "You can have some dignity, and get in. Or you can be thrown in. Your choice."
Jan 5, 2017 4:42 pm
Lissewa stood there, silent, perhaps dazed by the situation. Panicked? "Well then. Seems you've decided," The Man thrust her into the vehicle from behind, with help from one of his thugs. Flopping into a cushioned seat, bound as she was, she could still tell that seating was spacious, and meant for luxury. A speeder limousine? She heard the man get in, addressing a thug. "Up front, with him." The door closed, and it was silent. The Man addresses you. "You know, there's no reason to be difficult." You hear him move ever so slightly, then a pleasant beeping tone for only a second. "Drive." An intercom to the driver? Your breath mask is removed. A clean smell is accompanied by a mild, tastefully present botanical aromatic, a 'green' scent that wasn't overwhelming to the senses. Expensive, to be sure.

His voice was calm, and pleasant. "You see, we can at least be cordial with one another."

You feel the speeder come to life, gently moving forward from a stand still, inertia rocking you gently back into your seat.

Even though you didn't post, it seemed prudent to advance the narrative, especially given the circumstance, along with trying to maintain a cohesive timeline in a split party situation.
Jan 6, 2017 10:45 am
Lissewa shifted upright in her seat, confused by the situation. How prepared were they for this situation? Who just has a luxury speeder waiting to take a captive somewhere.

She really didn't feel like speaking to this man anymore but every moment led to more questions.

"What exactly is your game here? You take me against my will, bind me, blind me, threaten bodily harm and then you treat me to an expensive ride and expect me to be cordial. How do you expect me to go along with this when I know nothing of what is to happen to me? Frankly, I don't want to end up like the help back there."

She made a move to get more comfortable by crossing her legs, keeping the leg with the anklet on the floor for now.
OOC:
Not entirely sure how we are keeping a cohesive timeline. Several minutes has likely passed for us at least but only a few rounds of combat has gone by for them (I assume). That is a very small amount of time passing for them compared to us.
Jan 9, 2017 2:46 pm
Suddenly your eyes are adjusting to the light. The Man has removed your blinders, and you squint as you see him reach to a control panel. The windows fade to black as electro-tinting blocks your view of the outside world, and a dome light above casts a soft, warm glow. "That's better." Allowing you your space, he is seated quite comfortably across the cab from you. He visibly relaxes as he reclines further into the seat, letting his legs stretch out as the trials of the day seem to melt away. Contemplative, he sits in silence for a few moments, then speaks.

"As far as 'the ride', it just happens to be my personal vehicle. And being cordial? Well, why not? It's so much easier than being oppositional." His eyes turn toward you, his voice with an almost imperceptible hint of sarcasm. "Please, the threats and inconveniences... don't take it personally. It is, after all, just business." He seems sincere, but you can tell he expects you to 'take it personally', which might explain the sarcasm. "I expect you to go along, because frankly," he echoes you with that last word, "you really don't have much of a choice." Despite the luxury of the speeder, you can just barely hear the hum of its engine as it glides along.

"As far as 'my game', let's just say someone has been expecting you, and your associates. And this someone, my employer, would undoubtedly like to meet you, although they wouldn't have expected such an opportunity to fall so easily into their lap. You see... my employer... well, quite plainly, he lacks imagination. Consequently, you and your associates have been targeted for elimination. However, given your choice to come alone, I am positive he's smart enough to appreciate the value of a conversation with you. So, here you are."

He smiles proudly, his voice subtle arrogance steeped in pragmatism. "You know, really you should be thanking me. Killing you would have been far less complicated, easy. You know... one down, four to go." The smile fades, replaced by something colder, stoic. "It was well within my purview to leave you dead in that booth."
Jan 9, 2017 10:17 pm
Lissewa adopts as air of cool indifference, even if her own feelings do not coincide. It is not difficult to simply go along with whatever twisted fantasy the other wishes to play out despite her desire not to. She was well practiced in it.

"I am well aware of the fact that you could have just as easily killed me. It is for this reason I even bother asking questions. The fact that you haven't means that you have a plan for me."

She adjusts in her seat again, placing her shackled hands on her knees.

"In fact, I would be willing to bet your plan for me has much to do with this employer of yours. The way you speak of him doesn't convey much respect and given your attitudes, I would place you as a man of ambition. Most men are, of course, not content with simply letting things stay as they are. Even in your position, you likely want more."

She leans a bit closer.

"So, tell me. What is it you want from me to get you more? I can only offer so much but I am just like anyone else. I also want more, one of those things being able to keep my life. What would you suggest I do to keep it, besides cooperate, of course?"
Jan 10, 2017 4:08 pm
He seems thoughtful as he turns his head, gazing out the blackened window, reflexively watching an unseen world go by. His hand rests against the unscarred side of his face, holding up his head, thumb cradling his chin, elbow set on the armrest. A minute, perhaps two, goes by. Finally he speaks.

"I imagine some can find contentment in less. Of that, I am truly envious. But you're right. Most want something more, and I am no exception. As for myself? I want power." The way he says that last word suggests he has a deep understanding of its value, and potential applications. "I am, as you say, very much a man of ambition. Boundless ambition." He sighs, something close to, but not quite resignation. "There are, however, trying obstacles that prevent me from extending my reach."

He turns to look at you, his face a blank, much like that of an expert gambler, allowing his expression to reveal nothing. "Perhaps I speak too openly of my employer, and do a disservice to myself. But what I can't get past are your repeated proclamations and intimations. You see, bold, fearless Twi'lek, almost without fail, I can hear the lie before the speaker even finishes telling it. And you don't seem to be lying. At first I thought your words to be desperate claims, which can be so very typical of someone in your position. Now..."

His voice hardens, the stoic coldness returns as he switches gears. "In the off chance you haven't noticed yet, I am nobody's fool. Tread lightly." A brief pause, then his tone takes on one of genuine curiosity, mixed with reservation. "However, I am... intrigued. By all means, tell me more. Please enlighten me as to what you have to offer. I am, after all, above all things, a businessman."

He nods at you, prompting you to speak.
Jan 11, 2017 2:33 am
Lissewa waited a moment, cautious. It was way to early in their mission to give away everything. But at the same time, despite her mask, she was a bit desperate for a way forward from this situation. If this man's employer was anything like he was described, she would be just as dead with him as she was now. She would tempt, tell him the truth but not the whole truth of her situation.

"You misunderstand. It is not what I have to offer but what you do," she spoke softly, choosing her words carefully.

"Change is coming, it is inevitable, unstoppable. But in what form this change will take has yet to be determined. You see, it is why I am here, with my colleagues. We are harbingers of this change, so you see, it is already to late to stand against it."

She eyes him conspiratorially.

"This world is ripe for the taking, all it takes is for a man of 'boundless' ambition to reach out and take it." The bait was set, if he would but take it. She couldn't promise him anything in reality, after all she was but a pawn in the Sith's conquest. But even though she would much delight in seeing the man's eyes burnt out by her colleagues lightsabers, he could very well prove useful. He clearly knows his way around the city better than they did and had access to personnel, mediocre but at least loyal.

Ultimately, they would need an ally without at least some power in order to get started with their mission. And while he was no ally, he could at least be used to serve their purpose.
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Jan 11, 2017 4:22 pm
He looked somewhat incredulously at you."Ripe for the taking?" A laugh, contrived. "Dear, dear Twi'lek... you are aware that Bonadan belongs to the CSA, aren't you? And really, you're 'harbingers', bringing 'inevitable, unstoppable' change? For a harbinger, you sure ended up in the wrong place!" He added another fabricated laugh, which you're certain comes from disbelief, rather than mocking your choice in words, as you've already discerned that he's either well educated, or extremely well read. He lets loose an incredulous sigh now, one of frustration. He slowly shakes his head and 'looks' out the still blackened window. His eyes turn back toward you, allowing a small chuckle to escape, also contrived, clearly intended to further express his disbelief. "Already too late..." His gaze drifts again to 'looking' out the window.

Almost a minute passes. You feel the speeder slow, take a corner, and regain speed. Just as you're about to press and make another appeal, he looks directly at you.

"You're serious, aren't you? You sound absolutely mad, especially considering the present power dynamic." his hand gestures at the cab around you, referencing just exactly where you are. "Yet... you seem so certain, well-placed, confident, despite the circumstance. Most in your position are reduced to blubbering and tears so quickly that I have them put in the trunk from the start." He gestures toward the rear of the speeder. You can tell that your play on his ambition has his interest piqued, although he is still clearly skeptical.

He drums his fingers once, then knocks on the window as if to release doubt, leaning in. "Can you somehow prove what you say has any truth to it?"

Well played.

Your continued efforts are clearly trying to seduce him toward aligning with you (not for you). However, the dice, and all the time you guys put into picking skills and the like, do matter, so here is where you get to put Lissewa's sterling silver tongue to work.

Whatever you say or do next, I suggest making it a good pitch, and adding a Charm roll to it. If you can think of any reasons to add boost dice, justify/explain your reasoning to add them, then go ahead and roll those boosts with your Charm roll. If I think your reasoning doesn't make sense/fit, I can ignore dice, from right to left (PbP standard). Max number of boost dice= 3, which would be an extreme bonus, or multiple factors combined.


Your Charm will oppose his Cool, so the difficulty will be his Cool: 1 Red dice, 3 Purple. It's not a secret check, so your roll. Good luck.
Jan 12, 2017 2:42 am
Lissewa leaned back in her seat. She contemplated what she would say. He wouldn't likely accept a no but at this time that was pretty much the answer she could give. There were certainly ways to prove what she said were true but they would take an investment in time and trust to show, luxuries she didn't currently have.

Well, there is always that.

"Given my current predicament, it would be difficult to prove that what I say is true. It really doesn't matter if you believe me, since I said they will come eventually. When I say we are harbingers, I simply mean that we have come here before those that follow us."

She shifted in her seat, switching the legs that she had crossed, her anklet resting lightly against her leg.

"There are a number of ways that could help prove that this world is going to fall but each alone would unlikely suffice for absolute proof. A closer look at our ship's transponder code would likely show that while it is a legitimate code, it will have been one that hasn't been seen in civilized space for years. This is because the transponder was attached to a newly built ship made to look exactly like the original."

She waited a moment.

"Though it would be difficult to access yourself, a message lies within the computer system of the ship that details the specifics of our mission here. It was to be of the utmost secrecy but I can hardly complete my mission if I am dead so secrecy may be something I will have to forego in this case."

Then she decided she would try to be specific, if only to see if she could gain some information herself.

"In that message, there is also an agent that we were to make contact with. We were supposed to speak with him as soon as we landed but our holonet is inoperable and this is how we ultimately came to discover Zhaff and the apparent trap laid for us. His code name was FLESH CRAWLER but if he did his job correctly I doubt you would be aware of that. Perhaps the name Abev Nartano would be more familiar to you?"
OOC:
Okay, as you can see, she is going all out, spilling the beans at this point because well it is this or die. You can correct me if I'm wrong but the amount of information that is specific and truthful ought to provide a boost die to this check, even if it just buys me some time. I will also expend one strain here to use my Congenial talent to downgrade the difficulty on this test (kind of want to avoid the possibility of a Despair here) I will be making a Charm check here as she is telling the truth as much as she can.

Rolls

Charm Roll

6 Success, 3 Advantage, 3 Failure, 2 Threat

Total: 3 Success, 1 Advantage

Jan 12, 2017 4:00 pm
He is clearly intrigued. "Either you are a good liar, or you speak the truth. At this point, I must say, you have my attention. And no, I do not know of any Abev Nartano." There is no looking out the window this time. Rather, his attention is fully vested in the conversation, and the potential it might have on the future, especially his. As such, his eyes burn toward you, unflinching.

"Wanting to believe can be dangerous, and I very much want to believe you. Your tale just seems... fantastical... yet possible." His eyes continue burning, piercing, as if he was literally trying to see into the cellular structure of your brain. "I would still have proof, and must consider the possibility that you are simply an excellent liar. This message... on your ship. I would see it, and you will provide the access to do so."

He leans toward the control console again, switching on the intercom to communicate with the driver. "Change of plans. To the spaceport," he flashes you a knowing smile, "1294-K." He taps the console again, and a compartment opens up, decanter inside, with fine drinking glasses. He pours himself a clear, dark brown drink, then closes the bar compartment with another console tap.

Decision made, he relaxes, settling comfortably back into his seat, taking a good pull from his drink. He looks at you, then seems to catch himself. "Forgive me for not offering you a drink, but all this talk of power makes a man thirsty. Perhaps when -if- our relationship becomes more stable, you and I will share one together." Another pull from his drink. "Perhaps many. To our successes, of course." He sloshes his drink around, rocking the glass gently back and forth as he does so, eyeing you, assessing, evaluating.

He finishes, setting the glass down. "Before. You mentioned 'those that follow us' and that 'this world is going to fall'. Please, elaborate. As part of establishing a good business relationship."

One Advantage gives just the slightest nudge towards him believing you, helping to facilitate the Success component of your roll. The boost counts, as Lissewa's sincerity comes through along with your well delivered statements, and, once again, you don't come off as full of crap, despite the nature of your story.

Getting rid of the potential for Despair was smart. As part of keeping the game real, I interpret the dice as a reflection of your character's ability measured against the odds. That roll, although not necessarily 'do or die', could very well have been.
Jan 13, 2017 4:55 am
A slight relief fell over Lissewa as he changed the course of the speeder. She may get out of this situation yet, and possibly even acquire a tool towards advancing their mission. It was unfortunate that she had to give up the secret of the mission to him but if she could rejoin with the rest of her group then he could be dealt with if he proves to be uncooperative.

She knew she would have to continue to answer his questions. Unfortunately, now that she had spilled some of her secrets she realized that she did not have many left, especially not the specifics of the invasion itself. But, it was likely that he would understand her lack of details on that part once he saw the message.

"I don't believe I would be insulting your intelligence if I told you that you would not understand the significance of those that I serve. Suffice it to say, I represent a powerful force of change for the galaxy. We possess the force necessary to turn this world towards our cause, to wrest it from the hands of the CSA, with relative ease. However, we were meant to pave the way for our forces to establish a foothold here with only a small amount of conflict. Secrecy at this stage of the conflict is of the utmost importance as the element of surprise will enable to strike swiftly against those that believe they are in power."

She sat back in her chair, feeling the plushness of the seat cushions. It was a nice speeder, certainly more her speed than the ECUL.

"So you see, this is the opportunity that has come to you. We are but a small group with little information to go on. We've been given authorization to complete our mission by any means necessary and I believe that we will need to enlist the aid of local power brokers in order to make progress. Any who would prove vital to the completion of the mission would certainly be in a prime position to be rewarded when the world has changed hands."
Jan 16, 2017 4:48 pm
He cocks an eyebrow when you mention rewarding power brokers. "Well, depending on our visit to your ship, and this secret message you speak of, I may be able to facilitate your success. And taking this world with a minimum of conflict would most certainly be preferable. This planet... hell, this system...this sector, is one big business, run by the CSA. If you seize control of the snake's head, especially via less obtrusive measures, there is much that would be gained." He tilts his head a bit, as if to gain understanding.

"I've considered that you are working for the Empire. Or perhaps you're employed by the New Republic. Given their rise to power from a simple rebellion, I wouldn't put it beyond them to take such measures as you describe. However, you suggest that I would not understand the significance of those you serve, one you claim is a powerful force in the galaxy. Furthermore, you mention that your ship's transponder code hasn't been seen in civilized space for a long time" He seems intent, slowly tapping a finger on the console in anticipation. "Explain."

The transponder would, in fact, match the ship. Your ship was purposely made to be the same make and model as the ship the transponder was taken from. This ship, for all intensive purposes, has become that ship, and is legitimate, except for the fact that the only thing that doesn't match is that the official owner, Vekis Leed, is dead and no longer exploring space with it (and the ship looks new, but that could be mechanical work, although considerably expensive to give an entire ship a facelift like that).

Your ship would pass any inspection, but a more personal inspection of the group would have authorities wondering why you were piloting someone else's ship. Basically, it would play out like you guys had stolen it.

Lissewa would have known this about the transponder code matching, so we'll just assume she didn't say that bit about the transponder not matching. Feel free to edit that detail out of the post it came from. I would, but it will make your avatar drop from the post.
Jan 18, 2017 3:31 pm
"Let me start by saying that we are not affiliated with the failed Empire or the naive Republic. However, they both represent our enemies. At this time, we do not yet possess the military might necessary to stand directly against either of them, hence our need for secrecy."

She waited a moment, considering her next words carefully.

"Out of concern for my own well-being I can not reveal the specifics of what I mean about the transponder code or more specifically where we have come from. Suffice to say that if you closely inspect the code you will find that it is currently owned by an individual who is long dead and while it may appear that our ship is stolen, the ship is under our complete control with no evidence of tampering with security."
Jan 19, 2017 3:15 pm
Doubt returns to his face. "So, what you're saying is that you represent a new player in the galaxy. One that can stand up to both the Empire and the Republic? Look, I know the galaxy is a big place, but what you say... especially the thing about the transponder and civilized space... lends itself to your being a harbinger for a power from Wild Space." He 'looks out' the opaquely black window, clearly sifting through ideas, contemplating what you can only imagine would be the possibility of truth in your words.

Facing the window, he shifts ever so slightly, tilting his head to look at you sideways. Doubt is replaced by something more inquisitive, perhaps speculative. "You're talking about resources, manpower. Industry and assets. Whoever you represent seeks... no, needs to harness the CSA's power as a means of leveling the playing field... which would make Bonadan a key target, being the CSA's distribution hub, and capital, for all intensive purposes. But that's not enough, is it? You do realize that Bonadan would only represent a fraction of the CSA's Sector Board of Executives, don't you?"

Don't worry, we're not going to play out an entire conversation in the speeder ride to the spaceport. That would be about an hour's worth. Neither one of us wants to RP an hour long conversation via post.

I imagine we'll move things along Monday with arrival, and we can just assume that some of the ride was spent in silence, the occasional question, answer, off-topic conversation, etc.

Lastly, I'm tired of calling him 'The Man', so let's just go with 'Scarface' for now, because it fits.
Jan 20, 2017 1:45 am
A moment of concern crossed Lissewa's face and a bit of confusion as well. He's right though, isn't he? Taking this planet really won't be enough to take control of this sector. We're more likely to end up a pawn in the CSA's schemes than the other way around.

Realizing she must be showing her emotions, she tries to return to her former attitude.

"As you can see, I am just in the dark about a lot of things as my masters. This is part of what I mean by being separated from civilized space. We have not known what has happened in this galaxy for millennia as we have been separated from it, though not quite as far as you might think. Information at this stage of conquest is just as important as the territory itself. This was to be part of my mission."
Jan 23, 2017 3:34 pm
"Well, here we are. 1294-K." Scarface puts on your breath mask, then his. "Shall we?" He exits the limo speeder and you follow, stepping out into the warm and filthy Kraspen night air. In the distance you notice that the fire you saw hours ago upon first exiting the spaceport seems to have spread, as another tower has billowing flames creeping up it's sides.

Scarface acknowledges what you see. "It's a dry planet, pollution killed what used to be a temperate ecosystem, if you can believe it. Unfortunately non-Espos fire control is on strike. It's a problem, to be sure." He waits a moment, taking it in. "This planet is a dung hole. A rich dung hole, but still a dung hole. Back to business." He motions for you to join him as he moves toward 1294-K's hangar door keypad. The two thugs continue to serve as an 'escort' for you, weapons at the ready, although they give you just enough space to walk on your own.

"Punch in the code, then we'll take a look inside. No funny business." His threatening glare surfaces for a brief moment, then is replaced by something more like a pazaak-player's face. Unreadable. He pats the blaster on his utility belt "I'd rather nurture our business relationship than bring it to an end."

You would know the code, provided as part of your access to 1294-K's hangar. No need to give it any real numbers, just go ahead and punch it in, key it in, enter it, etc.

Also, Lissewa is more knowledgeable than you remember. I think we might have talked about it during character creation, not to mention that your squad knows that other Sith black ops squads were organized and shipped out in a very similar fashion. Lissewa knows there are many squads like hers moving against key planets all across the Corporate Sector. It's essentially a coordinated covert effort to seize control of the CSA's power by going for key targets. She does not, however, know any specifics on those targets or squads, as part of preventing her from giving up that info if she was to be interrogated. Whether you reveal this to Scarface or not is up to you, but I'm providing it mainly for your info as a player.
Jan 23, 2017 10:28 pm
Lissewa approaches the door and begins to reach for the code pad before she stops, dropping her cuffed hands and turning around.

"Actually, it would probably be a good idea for you to remove these cuffs before we go inside."

She states this with some amusement, almost as if feeling silly that she has to ask for it.

"I'd hate for my security droid to get the wrong idea about our 'business relationship' and start shooting up the place. Plus it was ever so difficult to get him to stay with the ship and not accompany. He kept insisting that the planet was far to dangerous for a girl like me to be walking around alone. I'd really not want him to be able to say I told you so."
Jan 24, 2017 3:55 pm
Scarface looks at you for a moment before speaking, contemplative, reading you. "A security droid, huh? We'll take our chances." The thug with the carbine lets out chuckle. Scarface continues, high-handed, with a bit of jest in his voice. "If it's any good at it's job it will appreciate the gravity of your situation, and keep it's blaster quiet. Besides, our business relationship isn't on that level yet. Maybe soon, but that depends on what you have to show me, now doesn't it?"

A contrived smile appears on his face for a brief moment, soon replaced by stoic professionalism as he pulls out his heavy blaster. "Punch in the codes. Please."

It looks like they're going with the belief that BS-10 will, at the very least, respect the guns pointed at you.
Jan 24, 2017 10:43 pm
Lissewa scowled at Scarface before turning back to the key pad. "I guess I'll just have to try to calm him down,"she muttered to herself. She would be very angry if her droid got destroyed in this whole affair, that was a lot of credits she had to steal.

She punched in the numbers and waited for the doors to open.
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Jan 25, 2017 8:16 pm
The hangar doors open slowly revealing the Spear of Akrulta exactly where you left it. Beyond that, the hangar itself was still empty, with the door to the private lounge closed, concealing the decaying corpses of the carnage within.

Scarface spoke as he followed you in, gesturing for one of the thugs to close the hangar doors. "A YT-2000? Nice ship. Let's see if it looks as nice on the inside." He gestured toward the boarding ramp, which was, of course, closed. "After you." Standing directly behind you, Scarface nudges you forward with the business end of his heavy blaster pressed gently into your spine, flanked by both of the thugs, blasters pointed directly at you.

"Here's what's going to happen: we're going to board your ship, and you're going to immediately power off your security droid. Then I want to see this message you speak of. If everything is as you say it is, I'll take the binders off, as a gesture of good will, and we can begin to go about business in earnest with a new understanding. As soon as you can, call out to your droid to stand down and hold his fire, just in case he has poor judgement. If things do get messy, the mess will start with you."

Unless there is some additional RP you'd like to do first, you can advance the narrative up to opening the boarding ramp, if you like, to where we encounter BS-10. BS-10 would be well aware that the hangar has been entered, and would be waiting at the top of the boarding ramp, to the left of #16 on the Spear of Akrulta deck plans.
Jan 26, 2017 10:57 am
Lissewa stepped into the hangar, approaching the ship at a brisk walk. She hurriedly opened the ship, waiting as the boarding ramp lowered almost painfully slow.

As it reached it's fully open state, she could see BS-10 at the top of the ramp. A squat black metal frame with manipulator arms and mechanical legs stood there, almost defiantly, waiting for the small group to approach. When she was able to she stepped onto the ramp and looked up at him, walking as she spoke.

"Sebastian, if you would be so kind as to power down now. I have business with our guests and I would like to have some privacy."

Though his domed head could not show emotion, she could tell in his reaction that he was confused and concerned. "But mistress, I..."

Before he could really get started she cut him off, her tone changing from kind to commanding. "Silence! Do as I say or our comrades will find nothing but pieces of us all over the ship.

Without a word, BS-10 did as he was told. He rolled to the side on his treaded feet, making way for Lissewa and her captors and receded into his powered down state, looking almost like nothing but a metal box.

Lissewa checked to see if was truly powered down for a moment before continuing into the ship towards the communications room, her escort in tow.
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Jan 26, 2017 4:16 pm
"Most appreciated." Scarface followes you up the ramp, motioning one of his goons toward BS-10. "Deal with that." The more lightly armed thug immediately goes to work, taking something small out of his utility belt before accessing BS-10's bolt input. "My associate is going to put a restraining bolt on your friend here, to make sure there aren't any unwanted surprises. Don't worry. He's been in my employ for over a year now. He's a professional, and good at what he does, so your droid is in good hands."

It only takes a minute or so for the tech-thug to finish attaching the restraining bolt, during which time Scarface closes the boarding ramp. He politely addresses you. "I trust there are no other threats or complications we might run in to? If so, I'd like to know. Otherwise, lead the way. I'm eager to see this message."

Any computer on the ship could access the encrypted message, given the proper authorization to do so, which you naturally have. The lounge, any of the crew bedrooms, engineering, cockpit, and the holonet terminal's connected computer console would all be options here.
Jan 26, 2017 8:28 pm
Lissewa shook her head at his question. "There is no other threat remaining on the ship, though I have no knowledge of where my companions are and you really better hope they aren't hiding somewhere on the ship or we are both probably dead at this point."

Deciding to prevent her captors from seeing to much of the ship, she decided to lead them towards the lounge. She wanted to prevent to many of the individuals from being exposed to their secrets. So far she had only revealed any secrets to Scarface and she would prefer to keep it that way.

As they entered the lounge she made a sweeping motion with both her hands. She indicated the amenities and said to the thugs, "If your master allows it, feel free to partake of anything in the lounge. You are after all, guests on this ship now."

Either way, she turned her attention back to Scarface and motioned towards a nearby terminal. She spoke quietly to him. "I can bring up the message on any of the terminals in the ship, I chose this one for privacy purposes. I would prefer that only you see this message. We don't need these secrets getting out and I don't believe your minions will be capable of keeping something like this to themselves. At least when you're not around."

She moved over to the console and began pressing a few buttons calling up the message in a readable format so that only he could see it. She moved to the side, making sure to keep herself in his view, to show that she wasn't going to try anything while he was distracted with reading. She had come this far and was to close to being able to get into a slightly safer position to compromise that now.
Jan 30, 2017 3:42 pm
"You're not on break yet." Scarface gestures toward the lounge door. "Keep an eye out." With that the thugs move away from the door, positioning themselves to maintain watch and optimal firing angles, making for easy kill shots should someone try to enter without permission.

The encrypted STRAT-COM message from your handler comes up on the screen:
Quote:

---ENCRYPTED COMMUNICATION: SC-XVJ63DF6HSCV2378

---SECURE SOURCE: IDENTIFIED AND CONFIRMED

---COMMUNICATION: RECEIVED IN FULL AND SECURE


TO: VEIL PIERCER, (8TH SPECIAL OPERATIONS)
FROM: SHADOW HAND
RE: CLASSIFIED MISSION: OPERATION 'DARK THRALL'




Greetings, 8th Special Operations, aka Veil Piercer:

You will refer to me as Shadow Hand, Sith Military secrecy protocol and all that rot being supposedly vital to success. I'll be your handler at STRAT-COM for the duration of this mission, if not longer. Naturally, that will depend on whether or not you accomplish your objectives, much less survive. Your chances of success will be vastly increased by adhering to the orders and protocol within this document, as will your chances of avoiding death... or worse. Given that your success in the field will likely keep you breathing, not to mention reflect well upon me, do us all a favor and keep it smart out there. You're the tip of the spear in the coming war, so don't be dull about things when you're out and about ensuring future Sith supremacy in the galaxy.

Below you'll find what you need to get your feet on the ground. May Akrulta smile upon you. Or something like that. More importantly, don't fail Veil Piercer. I won't have it, STRAT-COM won't have it, and I doubt Emperor Qray Akrulta wouild have it either.

Contact me only if absolutely necessary for strategic assessment.





SITUATION.

What little intelligence we have is provided by your contact already in the field, a Covert Ops agent using the false identity ‘Abev Nartano’. Agent ‘Nartano’ has been performing reconnaissance for our Intelligence Department for just over a year, which has, in turn, been coordinating with Strategic Command (STRAT-COM).

Yes, we've had access to Veil piercing navigation and astrogation tech for a lot longer than the public would believe. Beyond that, how long is classified.



AREA OF OPERATION

Your squad will be operating in the Kraspen District, on the planet of Bonadan, in the Bonadan system, within the governance of the Corporate Sector Authority (CSA), which rules the domain of the galaxy known as the Corporate Sector. The entire planet is a highly industrialized and heavily populated hub for travel and distribution within the Corporate Sector, almost entirely devoid of plant and animal life, except for the massive population centers that tower from the planet’s surface toward the atmosphere.

Overwhelming pollution and harsh living conditions permeate the entire planet. Breath masks are advised outdoors due to lack of air filtration; you can breathe the air on a good day, but it will adversely affect your ability in the field and long term health. The planet’s surface is barren and dry, stripped entirely of its resources by generations upon generations of extraction operations. The remaining surface is covered with residential zones, factories, refineries, docks, and shipbuilding facilities in ten spaceports, the largest being Bonadan Spaceport Southeast II. The planet’s weather is limited to variable winds and the occasional highly dangerous wind storm, with wind speeds up to and occasionally exceeding 300 km/hour.



ENEMY FORCES

Oppositional forces on Bonadan are suspected to be comprised entirely of the CSA’s ‘Espos’. The Espos serve as the security police and military force for the CSA, and are responsible for law enforcement and the defense of the CSA's territories. The Espos have enough strength in force to make a full planetary assault by our forces a slight risk; victory would be assured for us, but there would be casualties and collateral damage. The primary risk of engaging in full force military actions with the CSA lies in the risk presented by its combined might, spread across a vast multitude of stat systems. If threatened, this combined might would pose a far more serious threat to our military operations and overall strategic goal (supreme rule of the galaxy).

Further complicating operations is the CSA’s supreme governance and control of their planets and systems: the CSA is truly a corporation, and governs as such, creating the laws and enforcing them as they see fit. It is very much an aristocracy of sorts, ruled by an elite group of board members, executives, chairpersons, and the like, all members of an Executive Board that have absolute control over every aspect of the CSA. The Executive Board is comprised of many members across the Corporate Sector.
Security is highly regulated within the CSA, and Bonadan is no exception.



FRIENDLY FORCES

Non-Locallized
Distribution of Sith Military forces external to your mission are highly classified, and will only be revealed to your squad on a need to know basis.


Localized
Agent Abev Nartano is your only friendly asset available on this mission; he will act in a support capacity only. He has been planet side for over a year, acting in a low-rsik passive observer role to ensure excellent reconnaissance as part of your mission success. His directives allow him to expose himself and break cover only if your mission is threatened beyond your squad’s capacity to overcome said threat. Otherwise, he is to maintain his cover at any cost, providing additional intel for your squad and STRAT-COM as available.

Be advised that your operation is of an extremely covert nature. Full-scale military intervention and support (ground assault, bombardment, etc) on your behalf is extremely undesirable per STRAT-COM, and will only be granted in the most dire and extreme of circumstances, if at all, pending grand strategy evaluation relative to objective priorities. Requests for full-scale intervention or support will be considered a mission failure.



MISSION OPERATIONS

Mission Protocol
Your mission is a Shroud Class covert operation. Your contact at STRAT-COM and handler: SHADOW HAND. Secrecy and remaining undetected in your mission is vital to success. Null-Witness protocol is granted to your squad for this mission: any persons, people, or organizations that observe or detect your squad in a way that threatens secrecy, or the mission, are to be silenced or exterminated at your discretion. Any evidence of your existence or involvement removed and/or destroyed. Communication with SHADOW HAND prior to mission completion, if necessary, is to be effected via your starhip’s holo-terminal. At your discretion, you may use other communications methods capable of galactic scale range, destroying said device when practical to remove all traces of communication with STRAT-COM, as per Null-Witness protocol.

Recently, for reasons unknown, there has been 'legislative' upheaval across the CSA and security has been downgraded to an extent. Whereas weapons used to be entirely illegal within CSA jurisdictions, recent governance by the Executive Board has allowed for weapon regulation to become more privatized, giving local governance, authorities, and businesses ‘legislative’ power, assuming they can afford the necessary fees to have said authority over weapon regulation. This relatively new policy on weapon regulation is, without a doubt, a benefit to your squad, lessening the threat of detection via carrying concealed weapons.

Maintain awareness: weapon regulation has been privatized to business owners and local organizations, as such, weapon possession may, at times, be an obstacle in your endeavors. Regarding CSA law and order, punishments are severe, with expedited processes. STRAT-COM advises heightened situational awareness and precision planning to avoid confrontation with local authorities, who, according to Agent Nartano’s reports, are "extremely organized and ruthlessly brutal and efficient."


Grand Strategy
Covert operations will be vital to facilitating Sith control and absolute rule of the galaxy, even more so in the early stages. Preliminary reports suggest that, despite our great military strength, there are two major powers in the galaxy, The Galactic Empire and the New Republic. At war with one another, their power and influence exceeds ours greatly. As such, gaining a foothold in the galaxy via more subtle means will serve our purposes exceedingly well, allowing us to establish a power base that brings us closer to their level. Using covert methods will allow us to do so with minimal loss of military resources, manpower or otherwise, while reserving a powerful element of surprise to be used in the future, at our discretion. From this new base of power, Sith forces will be able to simultaneously commence a diversity of operations, taking an unaware galaxy by storm.

Your mission is an integral part of this grand strategy designed to establish an immediate and powerful galactic presence for the Sith in a very short time. Based on reports from multiple operatives in the Corporate Sector and beyond, the CSA is governed via an exact business model, ruled by an Executive Board from the top down. As such, given the degree of power possessed by the elite aristocratic board members, STRAT-COM is extremely confident that the CSA would be open to a ‘business’ partnership, in which both sides would mutually benefit from one another (the alternative to a partnership, should they refuse, is the unforgiving and unrelenting wrath of the Sith Military).

In this ‘business partnership’, the Sith Empire would provide the military might necessary for the CSA to rapidly expand, and profit heavily as a result, whereas the CSA would, in turn, provide a massive pool of diverse resources for the Sith Military to draw upon, in addition to a fully developed base of operations and governmental infrastructure from which to conquer the rest of the galaxy.

Of course, this partnership will preferably begin as one wherein the CSA perceives itself as equal to, or greater, than the Sith Empire in the power dynamic of the relationship. However, at a future point yet to be determined, the Sith Empire will seize absolute and total control from the CSA, consuming and assimilating it into the Sith Empire entirely.

VEIL PIERCER: Bonadan is a high value target within the grand strategy, which is why your squad, 8th Special Operations, was chosen for the task. Failure is unacceptable, will not be tolerated, and is grounds for punishment by execution, or worse.



Local Mission Objectives
Your initial objective is to meet with Agent Nartano (code name: FLESH CRAWLER) and utilize his knowledge base as a platform from which to identify the most powerful Executive Board member(s) (code name: DARK THRALL) on planet Bonadan. Based on intel reports, STRAT-COM strongly advises your squad to consider the potential complexity of politics and power dynamics when navigating Bonadan’s social structure.

Having identified your target(s), your next objective is to manipulate them into forming an alliance or partnership with the Sith, shifting their motivations and allegiance, via any means you deem necessary. Termination (death) of DARK THRALL via any means (violence, inaction, accidental, etc ) is unacceptable and will be considered mission failure. When your squad is satisfied that DARK THRALL has been securely aligned with the Sith Empire, and your mission objectives have been fulfilled, report to your STRAT-COM handler via encrypted comms on your ship’s holo-terminal.


Insertion and Establishing Contact
Your squad will dock the Spear of Akrulta on planet in Bonadan Spaceport Southeast II, under the guise of a transponder code recovered from one of the many ships orbiting Akrultos in the Graveyard. Agent Nartano has established ownership of a residential docking bay, number 1294-K, and has granted full docking privileges to the Spear of Akrulta. Upon entering Bonadan’s orbit, you are to immediately dock in 1294-K, clearing your doing so with spaceport customs.

Upon successful insertion via dock 1294-K, you will contact Agent Nartano via your ship’s encrypted holo-terminal and arrange an in-person meeting. Use your squad’s code name, VEIL PIERCER when establishing contact and making introductions, satisfying covert ops security protocol; Nartano would identify himself as FLESH CRAWLER during the process. If the recipient of your attempted contact does not identify as FLESH CRAWLER, terminate communication immediately, elevate awareness and readiness, and contact STRAT-COM for advisement.

Assuming successful contact of Nartano, STRAT-COM would clarify that you are ordered to follow Nartano’s lead, given his level of knowledge and familiarity with the local environment, until you have identified a viable path leading to DARK THRALL. With a path to DARK THRALL clearly identified, VEIL PIERCER will be self-reliant until mission completion. As such, Nartano should be considered an emergency contact at that point, as part of his maintaining cover.

---END ENCRYPTED COMMUNICATION: SC-XVJ63DF6HSCV2378
As you watch, it's clear to see that Scarface is going over the document thoroughly, and with great interest. Occasionally you see the raising of an eyebrow, the tap of a finger near the console. He shifts, at times leaning in, hands resting on the table, at times standing straight, crossing his arms. A few times, he stops reading and glances at you, only for a moment, then goes back to reading. When he finishes, he's staring at you. Moments pass. He addresses his lackeys. "You two. Wait outside, and guard the door." With a grunt or a nod, the two of them move to the chamber outside the lounge without delay, closing the door behind them.

Scarface looks directly at you. "It's unbelievable. But I'll assume someone isn't writing official looking fictional coms for fun on the ship's logs. Please, wait here." He exits through the lounge, and one of his men comes in, watching you. Minutes later, Scarface returns, tells his men to wait in the hall again, then approaches you as the lounge door closes behind him.


His eyes are reading you again, only for a moment, and then he steps toward you. "I saw the astrogation logs. This ship is from Wild Space. Deep Wild Space." He pauses, almost surprised again by his own words. The disbelief fades from his expression, replaced again by the stoic cool. Carefully, he removes the binders, first from your ankles, then from your wrists, tossing them on the lounge table next to the computer console as if they were garbage.

He looks you directly in the eyes, a new measure of respect in to be seen in his, coupled with confidence in you, replacing any doubt or ill-will that may have existed there since you met him. Extending his hand, he offers to shake yours, as if you had both just met for the first time and introductions were in order.

"Nash Dalo." An ambitious, confident smile crept across his face. "I believe we have business to attend to."

Feel free to make a Leadership check here, as you have the potential of turning Nash Dalo into a loyal follower. In sum, your Leadership check will determine the initial nature of your relationship with him (as equals, or him as a follower). The difficulty will be four purple, with an additional setback (it's his home turf, so it lends a bit of confidence to be an equal) plus an additional boost for the information you showed him, along with your perseverance and professionalism, demonstrating a credibility and a business-like demeanor he can really get along with and respect.

Note: This won't make him a character you control; again, it will determine the nature of your relationship with him, which can change over time depending on how you interact with him (intermittent Leadership checks, perhaps even secret, based on your behavior toward him, or what you ask/order him to do, etc).
Jan 30, 2017 8:03 pm
Lissewa watched intently and patiently as Scarface read the communique. Though she didn't show it, she was worried. Despite what she had accomplished at this point, getting him to this point and providing him with information that is the ultimate secret for her people, she had no idea how things would proceed at this point.

She had played on his ambition and but knew very little else about this man. How dedicated would he be to the cause? Would he seek a simpler solution and take the information to sell to the highest bidder? The Empire, the Republic, or even the CSA? If the element of surprise was lost, it could be devastating to their plans, setting them back years, years they didn't have.

When he had finished reading, his attitude had changed tremendously. Perhaps he was feeling the same as her now, unsure of what the future would look like.

His return and the removal of the binders was a moment of release for her. She was almost sure the tension leaving her body would be visible to everyone. She looked at the offered hand and heard his true name for the first time. She had done it.

Without hesitation, she clasped Nash's hand firmly. "Indeed. Of course I know this whole situation is probably a lot to take in, so if there are any questions you have remaining, I'd be happy to answer them. Now that we are working together, I think it is important that you be as informed as possible."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her comm-link, wondering for the first time why it was he had never searched her for it. She shook it back and forth in her fingers at him, smiling. "As thorough as you were, I'm honestly surprised you didn't take this." She didn't contact anyone yet, choosing instead to check to see what messages she had received.

"I believe our first order of business will be to rejoin my team. Since this is a new meeting and you are ultimately taking the biggest risk, I will let you choose the time and place for our rendezvous. They will be imperative to the completion of any plans that come next. After this, I believe our best course of action will be to make contact with FLESH CRAWLER. His information will provide us with the best course of action for turning the planet."
OOC:
Making a leadership check as follows. The setback die was removed due to my 'Killing with Kindness' talent.

Rolls

Leadership Roll

4 Success, 2 Advantage, 4 Threat

Total: 4 Success, 2 Threat

Jan 31, 2017 4:06 pm
Nash lets out a singular laugh that dismisses the comlink's importance. "I didn't need to take your com link. You were bound, ankle and foot. Your communicating was the least of my concerns. Besides, we'd have stripped you down for tech and gear later, at our leisure. Relocating you was priority one."

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He settles into the comfort of the cushioned bench style seats at the lounge table. "So... I can grasp the concept of galactic domination. I have to say, however, that the galaxy is already fairly dominated. The Empire rules with a disciplined and unforgiving hand, while the Republic has been reborn from the sparks of the Rebellion. And, as the Republic, they seek to finish what they started and rekindle the flame of a galaxy-wide democracy. To that end, the Empire and the Republic continue to war over the galaxy, ultimately fighting for the control, system by system."

He looks toward the console, then smooths his hair. "In the end, however, they're both just another type of government. Although, admittedly, the Republic would seem to be the... well, I guess one would call it the 'people's choice. I mean really, even if you don't truly have a say in matters of government, I'm certain that believing your elected official represents your interests can be comforting."

He pulls out a palm-sized plasteel case, which he opens to reveal some deathsticks. "What I really want to know is this: what makes the Sith think they can insert themselves into galactic politics and conflict, and come out on top? I'm not saying you and your kind can't, I'm simply curious as to what kind of power, invisible and unknown to the rest of the galaxy, can just enter the fray and hope to claim the spoils when it's all over? And, now that I'm on it, who exactly are the Sith?"

He removes one of the deathsticks and closes the case. "Do you mind if I smoke?"

Nice roll on the Leadership check. For the time being, for all intensive purposes, Nash Dalo trusts your judgement, and is inclined to follow your lead and not backstab you. However, he isn't a follower and won't take orders (to gain a follower requires a lot of Advantage on a roll, or a Triumph result). You can, however, trust that he is on your side, and will likely stay that way unless something changes his mind (whether as a result of your doing or some other effect that changes his views and turns him indifferent toward you, or against you). You can, naturally, try to nurture the relationship, and I will, at the appropriate times, either suggest you make another Leadership check, or roll in secret if that is more sensible, depending on the situation.

Below are messages received on your comlink, over an hour old (in the order they were received):

(1) Text from Tajanna: We're just finishing up business here; we'll be over shortly.

(2) Voice, from Hawke: "Be warned we are under attack. If feasible retreat to the ship and activate security drone."
Jan 31, 2017 8:15 pm
Lissewa shakes her head at the messages. I can't believe how clueless they are. Well, this will work to my advantage at least.

"It appears nothing of importance was left on here anyway. And please, make yourself comfortable. The filters will take care of it."

Lissewa herself moved to the lounge's bar and poured two drinks of whatever was lying around and moved across the room to a seat of her own, handing one of the glasses to Nash.

"I believe this is the drink we're supposed to be having. As for the Sith, I'm not exactly a student of the histories. What we were taught was that a great and powerful being fled into deep space ages ago, long before this conflict between the Republic and the Empire. Some say a millennia, doesn't really matter. It was long enough that a new civilization was born from that individual and those who fled with him. He was said to have powers that most could not control, even more powerful than many of the Sith Lords that exist today, although don't tell them that."

She took a drink from her glass, enjoying the warm sensation in her throat. So much better than captivity.

"I won't lie to you, the Sith are ultimately tyrants. But they are fair tyrants. They believe power should be held by those who are strong enough to take it for themselves and everything revolves around this singular idea. In the thousand years we've existed this has made the Sith Empire a powerful force to be reckoned with. The Sith Lords, with their use of the force, put them at the pinnacle of the Empire and is the 2nd most powerful thing that will likely lead us to victory. The only thing that might stand in our way in that regard is the Jedi, assuming they even exist. Always sounded like nothing but childhood fantasy to me. But the thing that makes us most likely to win is the people of the Empire, even more so than the Lords. They are steadfastly devoted to the ideals of the Empire, many going so far as to worship the former Emperor as some sort of god. When you have that sort of fanatical devotion behind the force we have, it can be difficult to stop."

She stopped for a moment, recalling the messages she received from her comrades. "So, I have to ask, did you have a hand in attacking my teammates or was it something else? I'm not overly concerned about them. After all, all 4 of them are one of those Sith lords that I spoke of. They haven't quite reached the pinnacle of their power, supposedly, but I've read their files and I know the stories. They are definitely not to be trifled with. You were only able to take anybody captive because it just happened to me, the only one in the group that isn't one of them."
Feb 1, 2017 5:18 pm
I assume you know that it was a flagrant and blatant lie about your friends being Sith Lords?

"Sith Lords? A moment." Nash takes out a small holo-com and places it on the table, then punches in a code. "Admittedly, it was my doing, having your associates ambushed outside of the cantina. Let's see how it went." A few moments pass, nobody answers his call. "I think it's safe to assume your --Sith Lords, correct?-- made short work of the help. No matter, they were contracted out so it won't be too much of a loss." He tamps the deathstick on the table, then reaches for the glass of Corellian brandy you had poured. It was the good stuff, one of the better sundries provided by STRAT-COM's quartermasters. Naturally, the recipe was developed from a bottle salvaged from a ship swallowed up by the Dark Veil long ago, but it was excellent, and well-aged.

He sighs. "Ah yes, the Jedi. They seems as bedtime stories to me as well, the kind meant to frighten children. Tales from a time when I was a child, barely able to walk. There is no recorded history of them, you know. Although I've heard the Emperor had them destroyed, as the Jedi were the corrupting force that had rotted the Old Republic from within. That broken democracy couldn't be trusted, hence the Galactic Empire, our bastion of peace and stability in these times. Or at least so we've been told. Personally, I prefer life in the CSA. Business rules and credits are all that matter."

He places the deathstick between his lips and lights it, taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke in satisfaction. Leaning in, close to you, conspiratorially, almost as if an unseen force could be listening, he continues, more personal, almost as if dropping a front he constantly maintains. "You know, what's really interesting is the fact that you hear these rumors, the kind that sound like fiction. All kinds of people pass through the cities of the CSA and Bonadan, and Kraspen gets the brunt of it, as the distribution hub of a massive network. Anyway, one night, I'm at Charlatan's, having a drink. There's this guy there. Was a security guard for the Empire, looking to catch on and get work as an Espo. Of course we'd both had some drinks, and eventually we're drinking buddies on occasion. Now, I'd never heard one of these tales before, but one night he tells me about how boring guard duty at an Imperial prison is. Nothing ever happens, he tells me, except this one night he was working." He takes another long drag.

"You see, that night, he's doing his thing and standing there, watching nothing happen, as usual, when all the sudden, alarms start blaring and buzzing. He gets a com telling him to him to take a new position near an exit and watch for escaped prisoners. Him and a whole squad take up post, right? And then, he tells me, it all goes to hell and turns to shit. Standing there, blasters ready, this guy comes running around the corner, a couple of others behind him in prison outfits, escaping, right?" Another drag. "Then all of the sudden, get this, the one leading the way pulls out a... dead serious here, from what I heard... a glowing blue sword. Just like the fairy tales. He said it was a 'living nightmare', and this guy cut them down quick, after some invisible force threw two of them against the wall! He ended up getting two cyber legs for it."

Another drag, then Nash settles back into the seat. "Of course, he was pretty blasted when he told me that story. But here's the real ion blast: he gets his Espo job, fits right in. Good 'Spo too. Then, a month or two later, he just stops showing up to work. A few days later, we send a squad of Espos to check his place out. And he's just gone. Never comes back to work. It didn't make sense. I mean, maybe he had his reasons, but he wasn't behind on the rent, and being an Espo was a pay bump, according to him. So, why leave, right?"

He puts out his deathstick, pulls out another, and lights it. He doesn't seem completely unnerved by the situation, but you get the feeling that he might be experiencing what it feels like for nightmares and bogeymen to become reality. Given some details you've mentioned, along with what would seem a fantastical tale of a long lost Sith Empire having battled the Jedi one thousand years ago, what he once considered fairy tales are starting to gain real-world credibility. Without a doubt, his world is taking a turn for the surreal. He shakes his head. "After what you said, well, it makes you wonder."

He takes another drink then extends the deathstick case to you, still open, offering. "Care for a smoke?"
Feb 1, 2017 10:38 pm
Lissewa shook her head at the offer of the deathstick. The smell reminded her of the slave house, pretty much everyone smokes in there. While she wouldn't stop him or anyone else from taking enjoyment from them, she would never have one herself. Unless my life depends on it, I suppose.

His story about the mysterious man with the laser sword reminded her of the Sith's blades, though they were always red. She hadn't seen to many of them in her life to be fair. There wasn't that many reasons for a Sith to pull their blade out in public.

"Indeed, if that story has any truth then perhaps the Jedi do still exist. From the stories we passed down, we had always fought their order but it sounds as if that order has fallen. They won't likely represent an overt threat to our mission but that gives them the element of surprise should those that are left decide to stand against the Sith."

She finishes her drink and stands.

"Not that I wish to rush you but I believe we should get started soon. At the very least, my Sith comrades will likely be wondering where I am at this point."

She pulls out her commlink and opens the channel. "Is anyone there? Are you all alright? I made my way to the ship as instructed. I brought Zhaff's contact and a few of his men with me."

She covered the receiver and spoke again to Nash. "Is there somewhere else you wanted to meet?"
OOC:
Yes, I did think about it as I was writing it. She knows they aren't actually Sith Lords (part of why I said they hadn't reached the pinnacle of their power) but I was also trying to play on the idea that she honestly couldn't know all that much about Sith (growing up a slave she didn't have all the same education as a normal citizen) and she hadn't interacted with them all that much during the trip to Bonadan. I wouldn't go so far as to call it a Deception check level lie, since she wasn't trying to intimidate him or really trick him completely. Even if they aren't Sith Lords they would definitely be out of the league of any common thug or crimelord. At least, that's what she believes.
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Feb 2, 2017 4:51 pm
As you finish your attempt to contact the rest of the squad, you realize that the call simply isn't going through, for some reason.

Nash puts his deathstick case away and is silent for a moment after your question, then his expression of contemplation evolves into one that seems puzzled. He takes a long drag on his deathstick, then flicks at it with his thumb. "So, let me get this straight. You're working with Sith Lords as part of... some secret operation to wrest power from the Kraspen Board? I mean, if they're so damn important, why would four of them be boots on the ground taking the risk, exposing themselves? If they're really the pinnacle of your society --Lords-- then why wouldn't they just send some elite unit to do their dirty work?" You can tell that he believes your falsification of your squad mates' power, but it just doesn't make sense to him.

Your exaggeration of your squad mates power was an attempt at Deception, as you were trying to get him to believe that your associates are more powerful than they are, with far more authority than they actually have. You succeeded at the lie, but it came with a Despair. What I've done here is have him believe your lie, but question it as you saw above, putting him right on the edge of doubting it.

Answer as you see fit, and, if there is any deception to what you are saying, now or at any time in the future, roll a Deception check. As I've mentioned before: If there is even a shred of untruth or dishonesty in your social interaction, it requires a Deception check. I know you might think you were just stretching the truth (and you were, greatly, making it seem you were close to far more power than you are, in an attempt to appear far more important than you are), but I run Deception this way because far too frequently, players try to use Charm as the uber social skill, which takes away from the value of Deception.

Sometimes it makes sense to even combine more than one social skill at a time. This link on Social Skill Interactions from the library will surely be useful to you, and might be worth bookmarking for easy reference, as I see Lissewa dong a lot via talking, as you clearly intended and are doing, quite successfully.

As far as your com call to the group, the drive to the spaceport has put you too far ahead of them in time for me to actually send that call and have them respond. Hold off on trying to contact them. They're doing their own thing, and may be close to finished. Trust me when I say I'm really looking forward to bringing you all together, and will do so as soon as it makes sense. I've been GMing two games for awhile now, and there is only so much time in the day.
Feb 2, 2017 8:26 pm
Lissewa realizes her mistake. He seems to have taken her literally in her interpretation of their power. She hadn't really meant to imply that they were 'true' Sith Lords, just up and coming Sith with a great amount of power, at least compared to her and typical soldiers. But perhaps this could work to her advantage.

Without missing a beat, she played once again on his own qualities. "Well, if you had a super secret mission to conquer the galaxy would you just send your 2nd best to take care of it?"
OOC:
I believe this will also require a deception roll. I can remove one setback die with my Convincing Demeanor talent and I would like to add two boost die, one for him believing the previous lie and the 2nd for it playing off of his personal ambition and desire to get things done his way. The 2nd one might be a stretch since I don't know him that well.

Rolls

Deception Check

3 Success, 5 Advantage

Total: 3 Success, 5 Advantage

Feb 3, 2017 1:44 am
Your Deception is actually 2 yellow, 1 Green. Don't shortchange yourself! :)
Feb 6, 2017 4:48 pm
From the moment you began to tell your lie, Nash's eyes seemed to narrow a bit as he started reading you, obviously paying special attention to your eyes and face. When you finish, he takes a long drink, emptying the glass.

"No, I wouldn't send my second best. But I would send my best. Emphasis on the send, especially if I'm a lord. Something tells me with that much power, I don't need to do the dirty work anymore." He places the glass on the table, methodically doing so, drawing out the movement, almost as if he is practicing control. "You know, I told you before that I've got an eye for spotting lies." He took a drag from his deathstick.

"This isn't a good start to our new business relationship, and although I am very interested in pursuing one, I don't tend to get in bed with those I don't trust. That is, not if I can help it." He looks toward the door, then knowingly back at you, the body language clear: I'm still in control. "So please, tell me, why are you lying?"

I gave you the boost dice for him believing the previous lie, but not for the one about doing things his way (because it doesn't mesh with his views on power and how to use it). I also removed a setback dice for the lie itself (Convincing Demeanor), as it was simply a bad lie, and didn't really make sense (even a holovid will show you that powerful people have operatives to do their dirty work for them, and Nash, although clearly not as powerful as he'd like to be, probably has some experience with delegating important work to those that serve him). Ultimately, your check was a failure.

Whatever you decide to do, this tests his trust of you and in your judgement as a leader/decision maker, so make another Leadership roll vs 1 Purple, 2 Red, 2 Setback (being caught lying, then trying to lie your way out of it). You can, naturally, pair that roll with another kind of social check if you so choose, as long as it makes sense (if you're trying to Charm, there needs to be some sort of conversation that has that feel, etc. "I Charm him" isn't good enough).
Feb 6, 2017 5:59 pm
Lissewa laughed and smiled at him. "Are you always going to be this dramatic anytime anyone lies to you? Better get used to it, it is simply our way."

She leaned in closer to him. "Honestly, I just wanted to see how far I could go with the lie. Test the waters of your abilities. Clearly you can see through obvious lies. But you can't entirely see when someone lies without knowing it, though you had your doubts. I made a mistake earlier in comparing my colleagues to true Sith Lords. Slip of the tongue mostly." She smiled innocently as if it were all some game.

"It's not a bad quality to have, the ability to discern lies. But I wonder if you have the ability to actually use it to your advantage. I've only seen you use it in this setting, in a place where you clearly are still in charge. Are you able to keep your knowledge of the lie secret, to use against your enemy at the right time? Or do you always just point and say you are lying?" She points at him for emphasis.
OOC:
I played my original lie as a mistake, since it kind of was on my part. As she is trying to be a bit mischievous with smiling and simply inquiring into who he is a bit more I think this leadership check works with charm. Kill with Kindness will remove 1 Setback Die from Leadership and Charm Checks. I will take one strain to downgrade the difficulty of the Charm check once, if it has any challenge die in it.

Rolls

Leadership Roll

4 Success, 2 Advantage, 1 Triumph, 3 Failure, 2 Threat, 1 Despair

Total: 1 Success, 1 Triumph, 1 Despair

Charm Roll

6 Success, 1 Advantage

Total: 6 Success, 1 Advantage

Feb 7, 2017 3:18 pm
Nash's Cool is used to resist your Charm... rolling dice, even though that roll can't be beaten, there may be threat to deal with. Success on the Charm, Success on the Leadership roll (since you didn't have any suggestions or requests to spend the Triumph, I applied the home brew dice mechanic for you and had your Triumph cancel out the Despair, leaving the one Success for your Leadership.

Rolls

Nash: Cool

1 Failure, 3 Threat

Total: 1 Failure, 3 Threat

Feb 7, 2017 3:49 pm
Nash seems to buy into your playful charms that suggest you were just testing him. He smiles. "I'm not a bantha's ass, you know. I know when to keep information to use as a tool." Smoke drifts upward from his deathstick. His tone becomes more serious, sincerity more than anything. "Look, I simply don't like being lied to. Perhaps it's common for you and the rest of the Sith, and I even have to deal with it as part of my line of work." He looks thoughtful, then takes a hit and exhales. "Naturally, I even use the occasional lie when necessary. But I absolutely deplore lies being used against me. Second guessing business partners, sussing out hidden agendas, looking over your shoulder... it's irritating, to say the least. Unnecessary when true professionals do good business. Don't expect me to get used to it. Don't lie to me again. You can expect the same in return from me."

His gaze turned toward the fresher, then he flicked his glass once. "Mind if I have another drink? Corellian brandy again, if you don't mind. Good stuff."

From your Charm roll it helped smooth over his reaction to the failed Deception, in addition to working well with your successful Leadership roll, which has the effect of maintaining his faith in your judgement and decision making. He's not a follower, but is inclined, for now, to go with your ideas and plans as good courses of action (unless they're simply bad ideas, which will naturally be flat out rejected or require additional Leadership tests, etc).
Feb 7, 2017 10:51 pm
Lissewa smiled once again and stood up. "Very well, we'll keep things strictly business then," she said as she made her way over to the bar to pour another glass.

As she walked it back over to him, she questioned him again. "Well, I'm having a little trouble getting a hold of the others. Did you simply want to wait for them or go out looking? Or perhaps go somewhere else until I can get in contact with them?"
OOC:
That is what I was hoping to do with the Triumph and Despair at this point. I'll make sure to specify next time.
Feb 8, 2017 2:56 pm
Nash accepts the drink. "Thank you." He takes a slow pull from the glass, clearly savoring the experience. "As far as contacting your associates, let's give them some time. Personally, it's been a trying day." He chuckled at that last remark, although it seemed genuine humor as to how the situation turned out. "As I'm sure you would agree. And, in my experience, sometimes waiting a bit can yield wonderful results, assuming you've got the right people on the job. I've come to understand that sometimes there are just complications that can only be rectified by the passage of time. There was a time when I was more... worrisome, I suppose. Now, I tend to think toward the future, thinking through possible scenarios and outcomes, as a means of being prepared for immediate, and decisive, action."

He takes out his death stick case, then thinks twice, and simply sets it on the table. Another pull from the brandy, although just a taste this time. "Let's give it some time. Until then, perhaps you could give me some insight as to what your immediate aims are, along with any broad strokes you feel necessary to asserting Sith authority over Kraspen, and, I imagine, all of Bonadan. Lastly, I'd hate to be presumptuous, as such I'd also be interested in knowing what rewards I can expect for affiliating myself with you and yours, and, more importantly, facilitating success in your endeavors. Make no mistake, here in Kraspen, on Bonadan, we are at the nerve center of the CSA. The crown jewel of the Corporate Sector. Taking it will be the most important piece of the CSA puzzle, I assure you."
Feb 8, 2017 10:46 pm
Lissewa thought a moment. It was true that they hadn't really come up with a plan yet. After all their mission had a very basic first step that they had yet to accomplish which would likely hold the information that was necessary to detail their strategy.

"As I've said immediate concerns is getting in contact with Flesh Crawler. He had been here far longer than us, with the mission of collecting the necessary information we need to know for bringing down Bonadan. Ultimately, agents have been given very little guidance, as you have seen, as to how to go about completing their missions just so long as Bonadan and the rest of the sector are ready to be taken by the Sith, ideally with a limited amount of resistance to the idea."

She sat and folded her legs, continuing. "Obviously, we don't have the power necessary to topple the government by force so we will need to use a bit more intrigue to get our way. Any plan we come up with, if we wish to accomplish our goal, would have to end with the people in charge willingly submitting to Sith rule, whether they fully understand what that means or not."

She stares at him intently. "This is where people like you come in and therein also lies your reward. The easiest method I can see for preparing the world would be to put someone who is our ally at the top. As I've stated before, despite our abilities we will not be able to accomplish our goal without somewhere to start. You have contacts, holdings, personnel and I assume access to capital. While it may not be enough to topple the government, it is enough to get started. It will be on us to maneuver you into a position of greater power so that you can use that power to begin the process of subverting the masses. We will of course continue supporting you with our own specialties: intimidation, subterfuge, sabotage, assassination and of course...diplomacy." She flipped her lekku as she said this last part, making it clear what her specialty was.

"This is of course a very rough plan but I believe regardless of the form in which it ultimately takes this will be the foundation of any plan we use to take the planet. So, what do you think?"
Feb 9, 2017 4:35 pm
"A good plan always starts out rough, and needs fine tuning. And although you've seen that I have... shall we say, the potential for extreme measures? In the end, my preference leans strongly toward your ideas: subtlety, political machinations, and control from behind the holo camera." He smoothed his hair, then flashed an ambitious smile, his tone matching the look. "And I am all for being placed in a position of power. If you need a figurehead to run Bonadan, you're in the right place. Kraspen is the seat of power. To gain that position, you'd have to get me on the Board. And to have a controlling influence, I would need to be the majority shareholder. I've got pull, and contacts: I'm an Espo Investigator, not to mention a... manager, you could say, in a criminal organization simply known as the Corporation, although that's clearly less widely known."

He took another drink, then pulled another deathstick from the case on the table. His expression changed suddenly. Sullen, distraught. He rubbed his jaw where the burn marks covered the side of his face. He lit the deathstick, then looked at you, almost devoid of expression.

"There could be... a problem. This... Flesh Crawler you speak of... I may, in fact... well, I believe I have met him." A modicum of trust seemed to be visible on his face, and audible in his voice, as if he was sharing something he couldn't speak of, until now. It was as if he was confessing. He gestured toward the scarred half of his face. "He's the one who did this. I've been working for him. More like doing his bidding, really." He closed his eyes, his fingers still tracing lines in the scarred web on his cheek and jaw, then opened them. "Since we're sharing now, I believe he may be this Flesh Crawler you speak of. He came out of nowhere, a little more than half a year ago. Nobody knows where he's from. Quickly inserted himself into the Corporation. Somehow." He seemed truly puzzled by that last word. "He went from a nobody to giving me orders in a matter of weeks, and his star seems always on the rise."

He took a drag from his deathstick, then emptied the glass again. "I defied him once, and he gave me this... a reminder, he called it. Some kind of high tech weapon must have been in his hand. I couldn't see it, but it seemed like electricity, bolts of it, were just flowing from his hand. Took me down hard. I couldn't move, and he just came closer, and focused it on my face. The last thing I remember seeing before I went black was the look on his face. He was... laughing. Grinning, ear to ear." He paused, thoughtful. "Twice I've sent assassins to kill him, contracted through discretionary channels from outside the system. They disappeared."

He leaned closer to you, the stoic coldness back in his voice. "This Flesh Crawler, you can't trust him." He took a long drag. "He is the one who had me arrange for your ambush in the hangar here. Of course, I'm not surprised that you and your associates easily dispatched a bunch of gangers. Sorry about that inconvenience."

He sighed, and looked down at the table. "He has, in every sense, made me his slave. Usurped most of my power. I'd see him dead."
Feb 9, 2017 10:20 pm
Lissewa considered what Nash had told him. Based on what she'd learned so far, she didn't think he was lying. No one else could have known of their arrival at that exact hangar and the exact time they were set to arrive. It hadn't occurred to her that Flesh Crawler might have turned against them though. What could he be thinking? He knew we were coming and therefore the rest of the fleet as well.

"This could be a very big problem. If this problem of yours is indeed our contact and he has turned against us then he may be planning something for the rest of the fleet as well. The entire operation could be at risk. Eliminating him would certainly become priority number one."

She softened her tone, using it to beseech him for information. "I can tell that you have mixed feelings about this individual but I need to know as much as you can tell me. We can start by working our way back. What were you hoping to gain by bringing me to him? And who exactly did he send to eliminate us at the hangar? I'm not sure if you are aware but we were not responsible for eliminating those thugs. All of them were already dead by the time we arrived. Knowing where allegiances lie at this point will be necessary for turning this situation to our favor."
Feb 16, 2017 2:24 pm
"Really?! I assumed you and your associates killed them all. Based on Zhaff's report, I got the impression you were a serious mercenary outfit, corp headhunters, or military." Nash looks somewhat perplexed. "I sent a local street gang, the Dead Floaters, as a welcoming party. Of course, I did so per the orders of my 'Master'." He shakes his head, almost as if in disbelief. "And yeah, he has me call him that. I swear, it kills me every time I say it. Why I did it? Simple. To avoid his wrath, until I can find some weakness, anything I can exploit to take him out of the picture. I can't just keep throwing assassins at him without a plan. Sooner or later, it'll come back to me."

He flicks at his empty glass a couple of times. "So, then, if you and yours didn't take out those gangers, who the hell did? And why?"

We're going to do a little time warping here, and assume they were other tidbits of conversation besides what's written, as a means of bringing the group back together. Respond as you like to Nash in this thread, then feel free to contact the rest of the group via comlink, requesting that they meet you at the ship. Monday we'll bring the group together. :)
Feb 16, 2017 8:29 pm
Lissewa pondered Nash's word for a moment. If he was responsible for the Dead Floaters, then how did the Mechers get mixed up into it? And who was this mysterious assailant that took out both groups? She also couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Nash. Though they clearly had different circumstances, she knew how it felt to not be free to pursue your own goals. The more she heard, the more she realized that Nash was as much a slave as she had been. She was not an altruistic person but the one thing that she wouldn't do is kill someone who wasn't acting on their own ambitions. So, for now at least, she would help this man gain his freedom.

"At first we believed that the two groups, the Dead Floaters and, I believe Zhaff called them Mechers, had taken each other out. But after we inspected their wounds and listened to Zhaff's story, we began to realize that someone else was involved. The previous story you told me, the one concerning the Espos in the prison. The mysterious individual with a sword of light. Someone like a Jedi or a Sith would certainly be capable of the carnage that was caused there. I haven't heard of any other Sith sent on this mission but if your Espos speaks the truth, perhaps this individual is still here on the planet. As to why, I haven't the faintest idea."

She gave him a smile after she finished. "But, I do know one thing that will certainly work to your advantage. If your Master wanted you to have us killed, he clearly didn't want us to be on the planet. This can only mean he considers us a threat. We have the means to bring him down and this will likely need to be our first mission to accomplish. Can't really get much done while someone is gunning for you, can you?"

Growing impatient, Lissewa pulled out her commlink again. "Hey, what are you all doing? I know you're there. I'm waiting at the ship with a guest. Get here ASAP!"

Switching it off and turning her head towards Nash. "Sorry, but we've waited long enough. It won't be long before Master starts to suspect something is off."

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