Star Wars: Warlords

[Elfie]

"Hmm..." the Weequey walked to one of the shelfs and put a small blaster on the counter. "A hold out blaster. This one is EC-17, common among scout troopers. It has a trigger on the side, allowing easier firing with gloves." He showed a first piece.

Seri actually finds herself suppressing a soft “ohh”, as she inspects the miniature weapon. It’s compact, stubby little thing, and entirely perfect for her purposes. “I’ll take it.” She nods eagerly, then after a moment adds, “Um, how much, exactly?”

 

[majus]

Olena inhaled sharply as she was shaken awake, a quiet groan escaping her as she managed to avoid shouting in surprise. "Ough- Yeah... Yeah, I'm on it. Woof." The Amazonian Amaran took a few moments to grab her canteen and splash her face, helping to wake her up, before she began to put on her gear and uniform. "See anything cool?"

"Preserve water." The woman scolded. "Might be hard to get it later." Then she sighed, shaking her head.

"Tress, grass... leaves." She paused. "And some pairs fucking." She admitted after a moment. "But most are asleep now." She yawned,

 

[majus]

Nami’s spine turned to ice. She couldn’t have screamed or run if she’d tried. Her thoughts went in circles, each possibility worse than the last… But, obediently, she began to walk in the direction he told her, her legs unsteady with the simple effort of putting one foot in front of the other.

“I’m not armed,” she whispered meekly. “You don’t have to— please, I’m just a doctor.”

"Great~That means you have credits~" The male seemed even more enthusiastic at her comment. "Now, into the alleyway." He commanded, giving her a slight push, pointing at the direction of the alleyway.

 

[majus]

Seri actually finds herself suppressing a soft “ohh”, as she inspects the miniature weapon. It’s compact, stubby little thing, and entirely perfect for her purposes. “I’ll take it.” She nods eagerly, then after a moment adds, “Um, how much, exactly?”

The merchants seemed to perk up at the acceptance of the first blaster.

"Hmmm... it's used, so how about 300 credits~" He asked, nodding his head.

 

[Elfie]

The merchants seemed to perk up at the acceptance of the first blaster.

"Hmmm... it's used, so how about 300 credits~" He asked, nodding his head.

It seems reasonable enough to her - though Seri’s painfully aware she really has no concept of the cost of these things. She accepts it though, and readily processes the credits.

Thinking for a moment, she decides to take a risk with the merchant - if he’s selling Imperial weaponry, he might just know where to find other contraband. “I’m wondering… if I needed to get my hands on slicing gear - a basic deck, some tools… where should I look?”

 

[lady-lux]

"Great~That means you have credits~" The male seemed even more enthusiastic at her comment. "Now, into the alleyway." He commanded, giving her a slight push, pointing at the direction of the alleyway.

Silently Nami cursed her stupidity. Why had she said anything—? But there was a little relief in knowing that he only wanted credits. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt her…

…or maybe he would anyway. Was he working alone? Where was he taking her? What was going to happen? Her heart thudded in her chest as the imaginary scenarios spiralled. Surely her dream hadn’t been a premonition – surely he wouldn’t…

At the back of her overwhelmed mind, her survival instincts sought any way out. Anyone who glanced their way, whose eye she could catch – anyone who might help, in the last seconds before she was out of sight and it was too late…

 

[majus]

It seems reasonable enough to her - though Seri’s painfully aware she really has no concept of the cost of these things. She accepts it though, and readily processes the credits.

Thinking for a moment, she decides to take a risk with the merchant - if he’s selling Imperial weaponry, he might just know where to find other contraband. “I’m wondering… if I needed to get my hands on slicing gear - a basic deck, some tools… where should I look?”

The man paused and then glanced at her, his expression blank.

"That...." He paused, as if mulling the answer. "Depends." Finally settled on non-answer. There was something in his voice...

Spoiler: ?

15 Vs DC 10 success

And Seri recognized it. It was greed.

 

[majus]

Silently Nami cursed her stupidity. Why had she said anything—? But there was a little relief in knowing that he only wanted credits. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt her…

…or maybe he would anyway. Was he working alone? Where was he taking her? What was going to happen? Her heart thudded in her chest as the imaginary scenarios spiralled. Surely her dream hadn’t been a premonition – surely he wouldn’t…

At the back of her overwhelmed mind, her survival instincts sought any way out. Anyone who glanced their way, whose eye she could catch – anyone who might help, in the last seconds before she was out of sight and it was too late…

Spoiler: ?

3 Vs DC 12 - fail

As she looked around, Nami could not find anyone who would - as she though - come to her rescue. But the moment was gone as they entered the alleyway, and made their way deeper into it.

"Put your hands on the wall, legs apart." The man commanded. "Do you have weapon? Where are you keeping credits?" The person behind her asked, as the blaster pushed her in the direction of the wall.

 

[Elfie]

The man paused and then glanced at her, his expression blank.

"That...." He paused, as if mulling the answer. "Depends." Finally settled on non-answer. There was something in his voice...

Spoiler: ?

15 Vs DC 10 success

And Seri recognized it. It was greed.

Seri can’t entirely blame a merchant for looking for a few more credits, but she’s still wary. She slides the blaster over, slipping it into the pocket of her cropped jacket. The weight of it - even if it’s small - is reassuring.

She’ll play along for now, feel out exactly what his angle is. “Depends on… what?” She asks, raising a brow.

 

[lady-lux]

Spoiler: ?

3 Vs DC 12 - fail

As she looked around, Nami could not find anyone who would - as she though - come to her rescue. But the moment was gone as they entered the alleyway, and made their way deeper into it.

"Put your hands on the wall, legs apart." The man commanded. "Do you have weapon? Where are you keeping credits?" The person behind her asked, as the blaster pushed her in the direction of the wall.

Nami looked with dread at the wall that boxed her in, even as her steps took her inexorably towards it. She wanted to turn around and face the man instead, to see who she was dealing with. He probably wouldn’t be that eager to use a blaster, not when simply shooting it could get him in deep trouble for breaking the station’s rules. But what if he had a knife or something instead? The mere thought of what could happen if she provoked him was too much.

Shaking, she bent over and leaned forward to put her hands on the wall, legs spread apart, as instructed. Unthinkingly pushing her round ass up and out behind her as well. Her bag’s strap still ran around her shoulders, adding to the weight hanging down and putting a strain on her back. She stared at the dirty alleyway floor, shivering.

“No weapons,” she whispered. “I don’t have much— p-please, we can talk about this. My name’s Nami…”

 

[ImAWanderer]

"Preserve water." The woman scolded. "Might be hard to get it later." Then she sighed, shaking her head.

"Tress, grass... leaves." She paused. "And some pairs fucking." She admitted after a moment. "But most are asleep now." She yawned,

"It's a rain forest, I'm sure we'll be fine!" Olena retorted breezily, stretching her arms up as she clambered out from the half-to. "Aw, man!" Those raised arms and her eyes squeezing shut gave the impression of a petulant teenager. "And I missed it? Ah, well. At least there isn't some crazy predators or whatever out here."

Apparently heedless to her tempting fate, Olena offered the sentry she was relieving a friendly smile and a small wave, before proceeding to take her place... Well, close enough. She looked around for any trees that the Amazonian Amaran could climb and use to observe the area around the camp.

 

[majus]

Seri can’t entirely blame a merchant for looking for a few more credits, but she’s still wary. She slides the blaster over, slipping it into the pocket of her cropped jacket. The weight of it - even if it’s small - is reassuring.

She’ll play along for now, feel out exactly what his angle is. “Depends on… what?” She asks, raising a brow.

The man nodded, glad that she quickly realised his intentions.

"On what do you want and how much are your ready to pay for the information~" His tone was almost a purr.

 

[majus]

Nami looked with dread at the wall that boxed her in, even as her steps took her inexorably towards it. She wanted to turn around and face the man instead, to see who she was dealing with. He probably wouldn’t be that eager to use a blaster, not when simply shooting it could get him in deep trouble for breaking the station’s rules. But what if he had a knife or something instead? The mere thought of what could happen if she provoked him was too much.

Shaking, she bent over and leaned forward to put her hands on the wall, legs spread apart, as instructed. Unthinkingly pushing her round ass up and out behind her as well. Her bag’s strap still ran around her shoulders, adding to the weight hanging down and putting a strain on her back. She stared at the dirty alleyway floor, shivering.

“No weapons,” she whispered. “I don’t have much— p-please, we can talk about this. My name’s Nami…”

Spoiler: Persuasion

3+13 Vs DC 15 - success

The barrel pushed her head down, but then lightened a little.

"Oh, you want to talk~" There was some amusement in his voice. "Sure you can talk - first, start with where you keep money on you."

 

[majus]

"It's a rain forest, I'm sure we'll be fine!" Olena retorted breezily, stretching her arms up as she clambered out from the half-to. "Aw, man!" Those raised arms and her eyes squeezing shut gave the impression of a petulant teenager. "And I missed it? Ah, well. At least there isn't some crazy predators or whatever out here."

Apparently heedless to her tempting fate, Olena offered the sentry she was relieving a friendly smile and a small wave, before proceeding to take her place... Well, close enough. She looked around for any trees that the Amazonian Amaran could climb and use to observe the area around the camp.

The woman shivered at Olena's comment.

"Great, now I won't be able to sleep because of fear of some animal might eat me." She left as Olena looked around.

There were some trees, not big, but of moderate size. One or two would allow her a wider view of the camp.

 

[Elfie]

The man nodded, glad that she quickly realised his intentions.

"On what do you want and how much are your ready to pay for the information~" His tone was almost a purr.

Seri smirks, projecting an air of confidence that she almost feels. “300 for this, right?” She pats the pocketed blaster. “Considering how much damage someone like me can do with slicing, take away the fact that you’re giving me information, and not the actual hardware…”

She leans forward, palms braced on the table. “Let’s say 250 credits.”

 

[lady-lux]

Spoiler: Persuasion

3+13 Vs DC 15 - success

The barrel pushed her head down, but then lightened a little.

"Oh, you want to talk~" There was some amusement in his voice. "Sure you can talk - first, start with where you keep money on you."

Nami squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the touch of the barrel – unable to breathe until the pressure eased. There was the tiniest glimmer of hope that he was listening, but how could she appeal to him? Right now, she needed to answer.

“M-my jacket,” she stammered, “inside pocket.” There were a few small credit chips tucked away there; maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. She had to keep him distracted from her bag. More than just credits, the tools and medicines there – could she even afford to replace those if she lost them?

Of course, the jacket was fastened. Either she or he would need to open it to get at the credits. She stayed where she was, heart pounding, not daring to move unless he said so.

 

[majus]

Seri smirks, projecting an air of confidence that she almost feels. “300 for this, right?” She pats the pocketed blaster. “Considering how much damage someone like me can do with slicing, take away the fact that you’re giving me information, and not the actual hardware…”

She leans forward, palms braced on the table. “Let’s say 250 credits.”

Spoiler: Persuasion

2+17 Vs DC 7 - success

She could feel her pheromones in the air, and the vendor's eyes misted for a moment, as he looked at her cleavage.

He blinked.

"Oh... Alright, I can seek it with loss. 250 it is!" He easily agreed.

 

[majus]

Nami squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the touch of the barrel – unable to breathe until the pressure eased. There was the tiniest glimmer of hope that he was listening, but how could she appeal to him? Right now, she needed to answer.

“M-my jacket,” she stammered, “inside pocket.” There were a few small credit chips tucked away there; maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. She had to keep him distracted from her bag. More than just credits, the tools and medicines there – could she even afford to replace those if she lost them?

Of course, the jacket was fastened. Either she or he would need to open it to get at the credits. She stayed where she was, heart pounding, not daring to move unless he said so.

She felt a hand pat her, until it found the credits chip. The man took it, and made a sound of dissatisfaction.

"That's all?" He asked as he looked at the chips.

 

[Elfie]

Spoiler: Persuasion

2+17 Vs DC 7 - success

She could feel her pheromones in the air, and the vendor's eyes misted for a moment, as he looked at her cleavage.

He blinked.

"Oh... Alright, I can seek it with loss. 250 it is!" He easily agreed.

Seri tries her best not to smirk too hard, as she makes the exchange. “So, how does this work? Am I coming back later, or do you know where I can find what I need already?”

She keeps herself leant forward, keeping up the pressure of her appearance and natural charms. She can’t deny it, she enjoys this feeling of control.

 

[majus]

Seri tries her best not to smirk too hard, as she makes the exchange. “So, how does this work? Am I coming back later, or do you know where I can find what I need already?”

She keeps herself leant forward, keeping up the pressure of her appearance and natural charms. She can’t deny it, she enjoys this feeling of control.

The man sighted.

"Sure, I know where it is." He grumbeled. "Go to Pigo's Varieties - it's around two intersections from here - just go that road, and turn left on the second intersection. The shop will be on the right. They sell junk, but if you ask about a specialised equipment, and pay the entrance fee, they will give you access to their wares." He explained as he put the chip into his cloak.