Star Wars: Warlords

"The Moff left... with the majority of his forces? Just as the rebels come to invade?" Ina raised an eyebrow, There is no doubt a traitor is among them. She thinks to herself, unable to believe in such lucky coincidences. "Contact the captain, ask her how long it will take for our fleet to arrive." Ina says, figuring they could spare some ships here with how peaceful her own system has become.

Yara stepped from leg to leg, nervously, as the group waited for the stormtrooper to finish speaking with the captain of Ina's flagship.

"It will be at least 8 days, governor." The man answered briskly, but then hesitated. "But Captain doubts that we will be able to hold the system. Enemy fleet number around sixty ships, eight of which, so far, was recognized as capital ships." The man explained, making Yara pale.
 
The bartender walked up to them, and after a moment, both of them had a nice cool drink to drink.

The Zeltron seemed to enjoy it, as her attention was brought to the alcohol.

The two sat in silence for a moment, and the woman content to let it last as she enjoyed the drink.
Alyn sips at his own drink, watching his companion. "So, what do you do? Something stressful that means you have to relax as well?"
 
Ahina grabbed pirate by collar and slapped her in the face.
„Don’t you dare to pass out now, scum. I can give you slowly and painfully death, so better for you to talk”. If that doesn’t work, Ahina will take pirate hand and move it closer to burning crate.
12 Vs DC 8

As She dragged the female pirate closer to the fire, the woman started struggling, kicking - but she was too weak to resist properly.

"Okay, okay! I'll talk!" She all but screamed.
 
Alyn sips at his own drink, watching his companion. "So, what do you do? Something stressful that means you have to relax as well?"

"Ah~" The Zeltron turned to him. "I am a contractor - I am given various projects and amount of money - and I am to finish it as cheap as possible as fast as possible and as well as possible." She stated with distaste. "People seem to forget that you can have something done either something done, cheap, or fast, or well - never all of those together." She shook her head with annoyance. "Well, that's the way the market is, I guess..."
 
12 Vs DC 8

As She dragged the female pirate closer to the fire, the woman started struggling, kicking - but she was too weak to resist properly.

"Okay, okay! I'll talk!" She all but screamed.
Ahina smiled under her helmet.
„Where is your leader on this station and how many pirates left to fight? Any traps inside? Hurry up, I don’t have all day”. She pull away pirate hand from fire, but still hold it tight, to remind her that Ahina could still burn her down.
 
Yara stepped from leg to leg, nervously, as the group waited for the stormtrooper to finish speaking with the captain of Ina's flagship.

"It will be at least 8 days, governor." The man answered briskly, but then hesitated. "But Captain doubts that we will be able to hold the system. Enemy fleet number around sixty ships, eight of which, so far, was recognized as capital ships." The man explained, making Yara pale.

"Damn it." Ina groans after hearing more details about the rebels numbers. "Apologies, Yara. But with our troops, I doubt we'll be able to hold them back for 8 days." Ina says, "For now, we rescue as much as we can, then we head back to the Glory." She gives her command, deciding to retreat, and gather their forces to retake the system properly, instead of risking a suicide mission.
 
"Ah~" The Zeltron turned to him. "I am a contractor - I am given various projects and amount of money - and I am to finish it as cheap as possible as fast as possible and as well as possible." She stated with distaste. "People seem to forget that you can have something done either something done, cheap, or fast, or well - never all of those together." She shook her head with annoyance. "Well, that's the way the market is, I guess..."
"Sounds like you really do need some relaxation." Alyn smiles. "I'm in a similar business. People want things fast and safe - not realising that safety takes time."
 
The two played in silence for a couple of minutes.

14 +5 (genius) + vs DC 10 - success
Vs
1 + vs DC 10 - fatal failure

As they continued playing, Joachim was slowly gathering more and more chips. Finally, in last round, the woman went all in, and - lost!

She frowned as the teller split her chips between the Casino and Joachim.

"Huh... It seems that what I heard of your intelligence, was true." She commented as she turned to the doctor.

Joachim took The Chips He Won before getting Up from His Seat. "Normaly You would require a appointment, but its clear You seem to be interested in wasting My time. Why dont we Talk more privately and You Tell Me who You are and what You want?" He calmly Said, a small smile on His Face.
 
3+15 Vs DC 10

The Selkath gave a sound, that Nami realized was a laughter. Thankfully, he took her comment in good spirit and not a jab at how his business practices have bankrupted him enough to sell her.

"Yes, I can see that~" He raised the glass. "Your caff is of terrible quality... And the food? Did you have a Mon Calamari as a guest?" He leaned back in her seat, giving her an appreciative look, his eyes wondering over her body in a familiar, lecherous way. "Yet, you keep yourself in shape~"
Another chill ran through Nami at Thassco’s words, at the way he looked at her. No, she didn’t belong to him now – but he still saw her the same way, as a possession that had slipped through his fingers. It was hard not to feel self-conscious about herself now, about the way her bodysuit outlined the curves of her figure beneath her coat, how her large bosom rose and fell as her breathing quickened.

“I try,” she said, making an effort to keep her voice level. “And I’m sorry about not having much, I wasn’t expecting guests. What brings you out to Zygerria?”

She had a nasty feeling she already knew the answer. If Zygerria was famous for one thing, it was the slave markets. She hated, hated that she almost hoped it was that, rather than that he’d come all this way to find her…
 
Ahina smiled under her helmet.
„Where is your leader on this station and how many pirates left to fight? Any traps inside? Hurry up, I don’t have all day”. She pull away pirate hand from fire, but still hold it tight, to remind her that Ahina could still burn her down.

The woman gasped, as she tried to free herself.

"F-Fallen Stalker! She's on Fallen Stalker." She started deliriously, struggling in Ahina's grip.
 
"Damn it." Ina groans after hearing more details about the rebels numbers. "Apologies, Yara. But with our troops, I doubt we'll be able to hold them back for 8 days." Ina says, "For now, we rescue as much as we can, then we head back to the Glory." She gives her command, deciding to retreat, and gather their forces to retake the system properly, instead of risking a suicide mission.

With her decision made, Ina started walking up the ramp.

"W-wait! Governor! You can't leave us!" Yara exclaimed as she made to follow, or stop Ina - but she herself stopped, as two blasters of Stormtroopers were pointed at her.
 
With her decision made, Ina started walking up the ramp.

"W-wait! Governor! You can't leave us!" Yara exclaimed as she made to follow, or stop Ina - but she herself stopped, as two blasters of Stormtroopers were pointed at her.

"Stand down." Ina raises her arm to order her guards, "I'm not leaving you, Yara. I'm giving you a choice. Stay here, and fight a futile battle. Or come with me, so that together we can come up with a plan to retake this system." She says in a stern tone, waiting for the officer's response.
 
Joachim took The Chips He Won before getting Up from His Seat. "Normaly You would require a appointment, but its clear You seem to be interested in wasting My time. Why dont we Talk more privately and You Tell Me who You are and what You want?" He calmly Said, a small smile on His Face.

The woman smiled.

"As I said, you are an intelligent man~" She smiled as she got up. "Come." She said as she started leading the man through the casino, but not out of it. Finally, they made their way to a bar. The Torguta lead him to one of the empty private booths. As they sat down, she closed the glass door behind them. That was enough to cut off the outside.

She waved at the holo menu.

"Something to eat?" She suggested.
 
Another chill ran through Nami at Thassco’s words, at the way he looked at her. No, she didn’t belong to him now – but he still saw her the same way, as a possession that had slipped through his fingers. It was hard not to feel self-conscious about herself now, about the way her bodysuit outlined the curves of her figure beneath her coat, how her large bosom rose and fell as her breathing quickened.

“I try,” she said, making an effort to keep her voice level. “And I’m sorry about not having much, I wasn’t expecting guests. What brings you out to Zygerria?”

She had a nasty feeling she already knew the answer. If Zygerria was famous for one thing, it was the slave markets. She hated, hated that she almost hoped it was that, rather than that he’d come all this way to find her…

Thassco smiled as he leaned back in his seat.

"Business~" He answered shortly. "I have bought a few sluts that will do quite nicely in my establishment. Ofcourse, I already sampled them - I like to make sure the quality of merchandise is of adequate level~" He smiled. "But then I heard you were on the planet. So I decided to drop with a business proposition~" He paused. "Why don't you put on something more comfortable after work and come serve something tasty?" He suggested.
 
The woman gasped, as she tried to free herself.

"F-Fallen Stalker! She's on Fallen Stalker." She started deliriously, struggling in Ahina's grip.
„Good, and how many pirates are left on this station? Any did you have any traps here? Hurry up and maybe you will live another day”. Ahina hold her firmly and make a call by communicator in her helmet to their leader.
„Chief copy? Here Ahina, I interrogate one of surviving pirates and she claims their leader is on Fallen Stalker”.
 
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Quora observed the building, taking in all the details she needed. COMPNOR offices were made to survive a siege of dissatisfied population, but also to serve as offie of propaganda - thus it was not made into a bunker. It was a symbol of strength of the Empire. The front entrance was an obvious one - but also could be easily fortified - it was guarded by one guard who allowed entrance inside.
7 vs DC 10 - fail

There was the back entrance, but it was also an obvious point of entrance. Then there was the roof hatch, but those things were notoriously jamming.

Quora knew those buildings enough to know that there should be also a technician's hatch somewhere under the building... It just required some... Crawling.
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One guard—perhaps acting as a bouncer—not expecting trouble then, the former assassin scrutinised the situation outside the old office. So… wonder if they sealed the technician's crawl space?

Quora headed to the nearest manhole, the technician's access would be below level in the sewers around the office.
 
The woman smiled.

"As I said, you are an intelligent man~" She smiled as she got up. "Come." She said as she started leading the man through the casino, but not out of it. Finally, they made their way to a bar. The Torguta lead him to one of the empty private booths. As they sat down, she closed the glass door behind them. That was enough to cut off the outside.

She waved at the holo menu.

"Something to eat?" She suggested.

Joachim leans Back.

"That depends who You are and what You want. As You certainly know im a busy Man. So how about You introduce Yourself, Lady?" He narrows His Eyes slightly.
 
Thassco smiled as he leaned back in his seat.

"Business~" He answered shortly. "I have bought a few sluts that will do quite nicely in my establishment. Ofcourse, I already sampled them - I like to make sure the quality of merchandise is of adequate level~" He smiled. "But then I heard you were on the planet. So I decided to drop with a business proposition~" He paused. "Why don't you put on something more comfortable after work and come serve something tasty?" He suggested.
Business. Of course. Nami tried to suppress a shudder at the way Thassco talked about the “sluts” – the people he’d bought and “sampled”. There might be worse fates for a newly-sold slave, she tried to tell herself – for those sent to the mines, or to the arenas. But that didn’t make her feel any better.

“What kind of proposition do you mean?” she asked, carefully. “If it’s about your – your purchases here, I’m not in the market.” Or on the market, she wanted to add.
 
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