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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: There is no hungriness, there is Dinner time!
Welcome, welcome," Namor said. "I'm sorry, JO is supposed to be programed for ettiquette, but I swear that whoever programmed must have been completely inept at that subject..."
"Oh, that's alright, I imagine it'd be among the more difficult things for a droid to comprehend." Ninkanna said.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be blathering" he continued. "Please come with me, let me show you to the dining room. I want to give our Jedi friends a warm welcome. And you, good sir," (he pointed at Kavtan) "Your name seems to have slipped my mind. Excellent job today."
"Thank you." Ninkanna replied, giving a respectful bow.
“Thank you Administrator,” Si-Di said as she followed him into the dining room. All Kavtan could do was smile slightly and mutter something about just doing his job, it was very possibly incredible but he didn't mind too much as he hadn't been paying much interest to what Namor was saying before that.
“I must say Administrator,” Si-Di said as they walked in to the room, “you do seem to have a very ‘lucrative’ position here. Rhetti Hall is quite… dazzling to behold.”
"Yes, yes," the Administrator replied, smiling. He removed the tasseled robe he was wearing and hung it on the his chair at the head of the table; underneath it, he was wearing equally intricate (and expensive looking) attire. As the three picked their places at the table, Namor pressed a button at his end of the table and two protocol droids entered from an adjacent room, one carrying a silver tray with four drinks - it was a light blue substance - and the other carrying Huttese Cigars. The droids circled around the table, one clockwise, the other counterclockwise, offering each to the guests.
"The Administrative position is indeed a lucrative job, but a hard one," he said. "I'm not in any political position to keep the guilds at bay, but when I provide them both with clean water and power, they seem to be happy. Of course, they're often at each other's throats...please, eat. Dinner conversation without dinner just wouldn't do..."
On the table was some kind of stuffed fowl, some sauteed vegetables and a tray of mixed fruits. There were roasted Varg legs and various deserts also. The entire affair was very extravagant - Namor was apparently trying to impress.
As the droids served the guests while they chose what to fill their plates with, Namor, smiling the entire time, began to speak once more.
"I haven't met any Jedi before," he said. "I've lived in the outer rim my entire life. Born on Tattooine - I cut my teeth working for the Hutts. I've worked on all sorts of Hutt worlds. But I soon found that the real business opportunities were out here...in the wilderness. It has its risks, though.
"This guild dispute for instance. There's only one major continent on Dathu, and a few smaller ones. And a river runs through the entire land mass, from north to south. An agreement drawn up between the guilds decades ago dictated that the Mining Guild would have everything east of the river and the Union would have everything west. Though Dathu is just a few miles west, in Union territory, the agreement itself only refers to the mines - sometimes agreements are drawn up where a guild is allowed to mine in another's territory, for a price. However, the right to ownership of that mine is determined by that treaty. Unfortunately, after many years, the river's position has begun to shift. Differing sea levels, plate movements, climate change, on and on and on...
"Now, the river has shifted several miles to the east. Of course, the Union is demanding that the original parameters of the treaty be held to - that everything west of the river is their's. Several underground mines and mineral deposits on the border would be transferred to their control. On the other hand, the Guild claims that, while the treaty did outline the river as the guide for the border, navigational coordinates were also included in the treaty. They claim that a strict interpretation would demand that those coordinates be held to. Of course, the Union disagrees...
"The Union issued the Guild an ultimatum - to get off their land or pay the price. The Guild stubbornly refused, and there was violence at the mine sites; shortly thereafter, there was violence at every city where there are both Guild and Union establishments. Then, finally war. Production virtually halted. Now, in an uneasy peace, they're both looking for some kind of lasting agreement on the issue. They both want the violence to cease, but they're both too stubborn and greedy to give up their mines..."
The droids had finished dolling out their goodies, and they had retreated back into the adjoining room - a kitchen of some sort. As Namor finished speaking the room was filled with a sort of quiet - the high ceilings and relative lack of furnishment (except for the table and chairs) created quite the echo. Namor puffed quietly on his Huttese Cigar.
(Room for interaction, here...)
The door opened once more, and the protocol droid known as JO walked into the room. "JO," Namor said (pronouncing it 'Joe'), a quizzical look on his face, "I didn't send for you..."
"No, sir," the droid said, "But we've received a communique from Coruscant. It is a message from a group identifying itself as the 'Jedi Council'. They're requesting to speak with the two Jedi Knights you were scheduled to meet with. Are the said individuals here?"
"Yes, JO, they're right there," Namor said dismissively. He stood up. "I assume you'll want some privacy." He pointed to a door on the opposite side of the room from the kitchen. "There's a transmitter in the drawing room. I'll patch it through to there on my console."
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 04:32:58.
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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: Posting later tonight...
I'm gonna post in a sec here so we can get this baby back on track.
Just finished a crazy work week, but things are back to normal now.
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 04:05:20.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: crazy work week over!
I will throw up a post tomorrow!
Glad to have my schedule back to normal. It's been a crazy couple o' days.
And someone tell Bromern to post in ST:OP again...
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 04:03:56.
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Topic: There's No Place Like Rome
Subject: Shounin
What I would remember in regards to the medic is that (as I'm sure you know) things like germ-theory weren't yet around. Religion and medicine were deeply intwined. For example, in HBO's Rome, a character receives a severe headwound. The doctor patches him up, but when he's asked when he'll wake up, the doctor simply replies, "Today, tomorrow...maybe never. You might try making an offering...a white rabbit usually works."
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 16:54:14.
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Topic: There's No Place Like Rome
Subject: Loki
Sorry to lose you, Loki - can't blame yah, and I don't.
Thanks for the interest; we certainly have enough to go with right now, however. I understand how it is with joining games and such - gotta do whatcha gotta do.
And anyway, we've still got Patterns of Deception in the mean time. 
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 16:48:31.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: I have been...
...lax to post. Sorry, I've been incredibly busy recently, IRL. This will likely continue into the week - I'm working every day except for two, the those two days I have stuff to do. However, I'm keeping up with most threads, I just don't have the time or effort in me to write quality posts.
I do, however, plan on getting a post in edgewise sometime this week in all of my threads.
That said, I think we need a post from GiGi to continue; that is unless she stated that she's heading for the Goblin with you in your PM. If so, EOL: Is it safe for me to go ahead and post for you two once you enter the Goblin?
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 16:46:04.
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Topic: Happy Fourth of July!
Subject: 4th of July
A friend of mine going to school in England called me to wish me a happy fourth.
"Oh, they don't celebrate that there?" I said jokingly.
"No," he replied, "They don't really celebrate defeats..."
Heh.
No offense to the English, though. Seriously. Happy fourth to the yanks, have a good day just because to everyone else, and happy prom day to Loki. Now - time for me to go watch fireworks and get hammered. G'night all!
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 03:32:39.
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Topic: Is Vanadia on a plane AGAIN?
Subject: Vanadia
Good luck, have fun, and watch out for snakes.
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 03:30:12.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.O.A.P.
System Of A Prickly-Pear
(Ha!)
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 03:28:54.
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Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: YeOlde
Read your description of your Kazari and I'd very much like to be your friend. any ideas on how we might have met? PM me, if so. I'll try and come up with some and PM you in the mean time.
Also - Brom; should we all post up the answers to the above questions when we get the chance (or alternatively in a PM), or would you prefer to do it one at a time?
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 03:17:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Thanks, YO
In other news...shouldn't we rename this thread to "Charon Q&A"? 
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 18:46:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Edited.
YeOlde - I stand corrected. Edited post to reflect this.
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 03:51:25.
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Topic: There's No Place Like Rome
Subject: Your son
It was uncommon for Legionnaires to marry while being in the army, however, it was not unheard of - you would have to receive a "special dispensation". The reasoning was that a soldier who had a family back home might be more willing to desert if the odds were bad; they preferred men with few attachments. However, if you showed yourself to be honorable and a valuable fighter, you could be granted the right to marry.
My only concern is your son's age - either he'd have to be a raw recruit of relatively young age (in which case he wouldn't be in the 13th), or your Legionnaire would be fairly old, as in mid-late thirties at the youngest. Of course that's not exactly 'old', but it was old for a soldier of those times.
Personally, I have no problem with either of these situations - but do realize that you can't be in your early-mid twenties serving the 13th Legion with your 17 year old son (which I'm sure you do, realize, just making it clear).
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 18:59:37.
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Topic: There's No Place Like Rome
Subject: Ranks
Since a Centurion typically commands a Century (60-100 men; originally 100, hence the name - but typically around 80), I'm going to rule that Merideth's Centurion previously commanded a Century, having made that rank, but has now been reassigned. Though her Centurion will no longer command that many men, he retains his rank and can be called upon to do so again in the future.
Also, I will be taking the rank of Optio, a Legionnaire chosen by the Centurion to be the second-in-command of a Century. However, the Optio is more of a title than a rank, as an Optio is still a Legionnaire.
And we all have the title of Beneficiarius - a soldier performing an extraordinary task or special assignment.
Also, if someone wants to double as a Clinicus, or medic, that would be great. This is optional; though it would be nice to have someone with some medical knowledge.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 06:59:21.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: The Predicament of Lysander 'Rok' Orda
Resting up in an alleyway wasn't exactly a relaxing experience, considering the fumes one experienced almsot constantly on the streets of Dom-Rhett, though the sunset did give Lysander a reprieve from the desert heat. The dry heat of the desert-like world meant that it didn't remain humid at night. That didn't make the smell or the attack on Lysander's sinuses any less potent, however. He was lucky to have the scarf, however lady-like it might have been.
As Lysander regrouped and reflected on the day, planning his next move, he heard something stir at the other end of the alley. It could have been anything from a bum to a grat mouse forraging for food. But before Lysander could investigate, the source of the mysterious sound revealed itself.
"For a con-man wanting to lay low, Mr. Orda," the raspy voice said, "You certainly draw a lot of attention to yourself."
"Did you think an underground scoundrel like you wouldn't be noticed?" A voice behind Lysander said. Soon, the two beings on both sides stepped into the light, becoming visible to the human con-man. The man in front of Lysander was human, a ragged-scruffy looking type, with a blaster pointed right at Lysander's head. If he were to look behind him, Lysander would see that the assailant there was a Bothan, with a large beard, an even larger grin, and (largest of all) a blaster rifle.
"We need you to come with us," the raspy voice of the human thug before Lysander commanded. "And if you're thinking of any funny stuff, realize that this isn't an option. You are coming with us. Someone very important wants to ask you a few questions."
"And don't tell us you don't know nothin'," the Bothan spat. "We'll find that out fer ourselves. We got ways. You give us no trouble, you might just come outta this alive..."
As the night engulfed Dom-Rhett spaceport, the criminal underbelly flourished. And while the Jedi and their Duros mechanic ally dined and discussed the politics of Dathu, Lysander Orda found himself in a rather sticky predicament...
(Will post for the lot of you later. Meanwhile, the fate of Lysander Orda, Grugg, will remain unknown for the next few weeks...conveniently coinciding with Grugg's vacation! )
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 06:38:38.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.N.O.B.S.
Sailing Nicaraguans On Blue Seas
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 06:19:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Posted!
Hope that was to everyone's liking - my knowledge of Star Trek technology is a tad limited.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 06:15:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Sensor Scans, Sensor Scans...
Stardate: 2374.09.05
USS Charon – Lt. Cmdr. Kato 3’s Quarters - 22:18 hours
“This is Captain Gavison. Report to your stations. We are leaving berth. I repeat: report to your stations immediately. The Charon will be under way in less than fifteen minutes, or I’ll skin the man holding me up.”
Lt. Cmdr. Kato 3 sprung up from his bunk, throwing on his Starfleet uniform and proudly donning his Eminian command sash before exiting his quarters. As he headed down the hall, his mind began to wander - so what they say about the Charon is true…this is an emergency if I’ve ever heard one.
And judging by the Charon’s reputation, an emergency would probably be very bad news.
Stardate: 2374.09.05
USS Charon – Bridge - 22:19 hours
Kato 3 stepped onto the bridge from the turbolift; he hadn’t had the time yet to truly to get a feel for the bridge, nor had he assumed his position at his station yet. Now was as good a time as any to learn. He breathed in the surroundings, pausing for a minute, then snapped out of it as Talon stepped off the turbolift after him. He quickly made it to his console as Captain Gavison began his briefing.
“Our sister ship in this mission has gone missing, and we’re going to find her,” he began over the intraship communications. “As of 15:17 hours this afternoon, the Cerberus was reported missing. There has been no communication from her, or any of her crew, since. This ship is now in yellow alert and will remain so until further notice.”
Ending his broadcast, Kel looked over his senior staff. “I don’t know what awaits us when we get there, so be on your game.”
Kato 3 nodded to himself at the Captain’s orders. An entire Starship missing? This mission would be more dangerous than Kato had imagined. Whatever could happen to the Cerberus could happen to the Charon. Of course, this didn’t deter him, but it did change his frame of mind…
“Warp six, Lt. Mas’Riat.”
Mas'Riat nodded once. "Engaging, Captain," she replied.
“Captain?” Talon began, “you think it could be the Romulans? Maybe they sabotaged the ship?”
“There is nothing to indicate that the Romulans had anything to do with…this. Hell, there’s nothing indicating what happened.” Captain Gavison replied.
“If I may interject, Captain,” Kato said, turning to Lt. Cmdr. Talon. “I don’t think that the Romulans have a motive for such an act. And if the security on the Cerberus is half as dilligent as you the security you had planned for the Romulans here on the Charon, I doubt that they’d be able to pull off a stunt of such magnitude…” He looked to the Captain once more.
“We go in with our eyes wide open, people. We find out where Mac and his crew are, and we bring them home. Make sure that weapons are fully operational, Talon. Mr. Kato, I want our scanners tested in full. Science is going to likely be performing both long range, and short range scans of various types. The Cerberus has vanished from Starfleet sensors…Whatever caused that will be our responsibility to uncover.”
Talon nodded to the Captains orders, “All weapons systems are functional Captain. When we get there we will be ready for anything.”
“Aye, sir” Kato 3 answered. “I’ll get right on it. Wherever the Cerberus is, whatever became of her, we’ll find out. I promise you that, sir.”
Stardate: 2374.09.05
The Charon – Science Lab – 23:24 hours
Kato 3 stared into the computer console. He hadn’t formally met his fellow science officers yet, but they were proving to be adequate, despite the fact that there were so few of them. Three others, all lieutenants. What he was told about the USS Charon was true – they certainly kept a skeleton crew. He supposed most of the other officers with experience in the sciences division were probably involved in medical or double-timed as relief engineers. But the only help he had in the lab were three extra hands…
“I think that’s the last recalibration,” Kato said, almost speaking aloud to himself, as everyone else was immersed in work. “I’d like to test the short-range scanners one more time before I feel satisfied.”
“Yes, sir,” one of the other officers said.
Kato 3 leaned over the console, the blue glow illuminating his face as he skimmed through a list of scanning capabilities that the Charon had. “Wait…what’s this here?” he murmured. “Tachyon Detection Grid?”
“Sir?” a voice said. Lt. Edmund Carver approached Kato, standing beside him at the console. “Ah, the TDG. hasn’t been used in ages. We used it to detect Romulan Birds of Prey, but out primary focus has been the Dominion, and the Charon’s hasn’t been used in awhile.”
“Hmm…” Kato 3 muttered, entering a few commands into the computer. “I’m going to recalibrate and update this program,” he said. “We must entertain the possibility that the Cerberus could have been hijacked – if the cloaking device was installed, then it’s almost certain that it would have been cloaked. Once I finish these updates, I’d like to test the grid once or twice.”
“Yes, sir,” Lt. Carver said. “I’ll get right one it.”
“Thank you. May I call you Edmund?”
“Just Ed, sir”
“Thank you, Ed,” Kato said. “If we all push ourselves, we might finish in time to get some sleep tonight, gentlemen.”
Stardate: 2374.09.06
The Charon – Bridge – 12:08 hours
The view screen showed the black, emptiness of space with all too much reflection of Kelsey’s insides. Where is she? he wondered as he peered out into the inky blackness. This region of space seemed particularly empty for the lack of the Cerberus.
“Talk to me, people,” Kelsey intoned in a voice that was nearly a growl. “What are the long range scans telling us? Where’s Mac?”
“Phaser systems are charged and ready. Torpedoes loaded and ready. Shields at maximum.”
Lt. Cmdr. Kato 3 was at his computer console, scanning the region of space before them. He addressed Captain Gavison.
“We were burning the midnight oil last night, testing and re-testing the sensor arrays, sir,” he said. “I even recalibrated some of the arrays, especially the ones that haven’t been used in some time. I’m afraid I’m not getting anything sir - nothing of the size of a Federation starship, in any case. However, I did dust off the Tachyon Detection Grid. In the event that the Cerberus was hijacked, or for some reason is cloaked, the TDG should be able to find her. I’ll fire it up now sir…”
Maintaining the long and short-range sensor scans, Kato 3 entered a few commands into his computer console, activating the TD Grid. As the Tachyon Grid scanned the region of space all around them, the air felt as though it was sucked out of the room. The Cerberus couldn’t just be gone; but they all had this horrible feeling in the pits of their stomaches. Kato could feel it – everyone was afraid that the ship had truly vanished.
“The TDG was designed specifically to detect ships with Romulan cloaking devices,” Kato 3 said with a sigh, “I think we can rule out the possibility that the ship was hijacked and cloaked; I’m not getting anything. Maybe if I recalibrate the….wait…”
Kato 3 leaned in closer at his console. “I’m not getting anything as big as a Starship, but there is something on our long-range sensors. Earlier, it was hard to tell from this range whether it was simply space debris, but I’m picking up something now, very small. If I push the short-range sensors with some of the recalibrations I made to them, we should be able to scan the object with more detail..."
He entered a few commands into the console, the short-range sensors focused in on the object.
"It’s definitely mechanical…smaller than a Runabout...or a shuttle. We’re moving closer into range. I’ve got it…it’s…it’s an…”
“An escape pod,” he said.
The sigh of relief they were all waiting for never arrived – an escape pod could only mean one thing.
“I should have known,” he said. “I’ve been looking for larger vessels in the scans; I’ve been searching for the Cerberus. I’m going to adjust the scans to search for more escape pods…Sir...” Kato paused, a smile on his face. “A distress beacon, emanating from the pod. We just moved into its range.
“It has to be Cerberus crewmen, sir,” he concluded. “At least we’ll find out what happened to them…”
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 06:09:46.
Edited on 2008-07-04 at 03:50:09 by Cap'n Lou
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: To Brom
Would long-range sensors pick up the escape pods from where the Charon is right now?
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 05:38:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: ARRRGH
I'm incredibly pissed off right now.
I finished writing an epic post for ST:OP.
And I lost it.
It got sucked into the inky blackness of the internet.
I will post soon, but my spirit is crushed right now.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 04:52:47.
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Topic: There's No Place Like Rome
Subject: That...
That is part of your character background, and thus, up to you.
Unless you can think of a really good reason why you wouldn't be at Alesia, however, I would imagine that you all would have been.
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 17:48:17.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: The derelict shop
As far as Nyx can tell, there is a back entrance to the boarded-up shop, but it is boarded-up also, of course.
It was probably more than one person who did the job; some of the boards are even and nailed in, and others are crooked, held up by spikes jammed into them. All in all, removing one or two boards would not be difficult (though you might make some noise  ).
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 16:08:52.
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Topic: There's No Place Like Rome
Subject: You bet.
Sure thing, Shaithis.
However, Shaithis will be the last player I can accept for this game.
That makes 6 of us, Merideth, Shounin, Duncan74, Loki, Shaithis, and myself.
Try to get your sheets in by next Monday, if possible.
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 03:44:20.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia
Subject: Shadows...
At the Goblin...
"Very nice... " and dropped four shiny golden coins into the other girls hand. A fifth coin stayed lodged between her middle and ring finger, which she raised up between them and fiddled with it a little.
"So... that's all you know?" Cay eyed Ovelia once more with a grin, holding up that last bit of gold between them and waited to see if the girl's memory might be jogged by the pretty shinies in front of her.
Ovelia pocketed the coins and shrugged, her smile fading.
"You know, I thought you'd be willing to pay more for some choice information, Cay," she said. "You do realize that I could lose my job for telling you this? I expected a bit more than a day's wage..."
She shrugged once more, almost as a nervous gesture, then turned and opened the door to the kitchen again. "See ya 'round, Cay..." she murmured and and shut the door behind her. From the other side of the door, Cay could hear the commotion inside the kitchen - it must have been a busy night at the Grinning Goblin.
If Ovelia knew anything else, she wasn't saying it to Cay. But, if her information could be relied on, Gracchus Thanald was currently sitting in his room on the third floor. So near to Cay, and yet so far.
Elsewhere...
...while Sylla herself hated this guise, she was not unattractive as a human, and she slipped from the dark under the watchful eyes of Nyx, whom she trusted to keep her safe if only out of self preservation.
As Nyx's eyes flicked, once more, from Sylla to the alley’s mouth, Nyx made sure that they had, thus far, gone unnoticed by any of the passersby and, at the same time, ensured that everything he might need in the playing of this game was at the ready… The garrote wire around his wrist was ready to be swiftly deployed if need be, one end of a coil of silken rope – to be used for binding or hanging their prey – was within reach, and the remainder of his blades, though, sheathed and secreted away, were also at their master’s call… “Never far behind, my lovely,” Nyx whispered to her again, his skull-painted face grinning as he cloaked himself in the shadows behind her, “shall we play?”
She waited till she saw a single man venture near on his rounds, and would then stumble from the dark, pretending to be a lady a lost lady of the night.
Cloaked in darkness, Nyx watched as Spite DeMoria affected the guise and mannerisms of a helpless wench, wandering into the passersby.
She was getting quite a bit of attention from the pub-crawlers and other peasants looking for fun that night, but none of the Snakes seemed to be taking the bait. Most of the Sea Snakes that Sylla could spot were standing watch in front of a shop or tavern, or simply puffing away at some smoking weed in an alley, watching the drunks and lesser nobles with loose pockets as they sought a good time.
Finally, as she flaunted her beauty before a rather gruff looking Snake who was standing alone in front of a closed-down, board up shop, he unfolded his arms and walked over to her, grinning the whole time.
"Yeh look lost, milady..." he said, a devious grin on his face. His odor, mannerisms and speech were those of a seaman; he was probably an old sailor or dockworker that joined the Snakes looking for an extra cut or some smuggling action. Regardless, he was now moving very much into Sylla's personal space, his yellow-black teeth showing as he grinned at her. "Maybe good ole' Hogar here can show yeh the way..."
(Room for interactions...)
As he spoke, he moved to grab her arm, but was stopped, not by Nyx or Sylla, but by a shout.
"Oy!" a voice said, less than twenty feet down the street. It was another Snake, flanked by two others. He was even less presentable than the one soliciting Sylla; his beard was wild and had bits of meat and food in it, and scars and broken teeth made him almost too hideous to look at. But judging by the way the other Snakes deferred to him, he seemed to be in charge. "Hogar, we ain't 'ere tah 'ave fun wit deh leetle loidies, tonight. I tol' yeh ter stan' watch. An' thas wha' ye'll do, or so 'elp me I'll drive me cutlass inta yer neck an' watch ye' bled out! Now clear off, loidy! Yeh 'eard me!"
He makes a 'shooing' gesture towards Sylla. The Snake called Hogar merely nodded in submission, muttering a "Yessir." He took one more glance at Sylla, then returned to his post.
Admittedly, the other Snakes seemed interested in her, but the resolve of their leaders seemed to keep them in line.
While the Snakes had a reputation for being unruly and disorganized, they definitely could run a tight ship. When they wanted to anyways...
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 18:43:20.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: A Formal Welcome to Dom-Rhett
Rhetti Hall.
It was visible as soon as the trio walked a few hundred feet on main street. It was a monolithic building, standing int he center of Dom-Rhett spaceport. It was right in the middle of the territory of the two guilds, standing like some kind of massive palace. By looking for Rhetti Hall, one could tell depending on which side of the building they could see on which side of guild territory they were on. With ornate pillars and steps leading to a set of great, silver double-doors, the hall was definitely the only facility in sight that seemed to command respect...
Any of them would know (the Jedi from their briefings before arriving at Dom-Rhett and Kavtan from a lifetime there), that the Hall was originally built by a wealthy industrialist who came to Dom-Rhett and exploited the mines before the guilds arose. He had wanted to watch Calamari operas right there on Dathu, and had paid enough to get what he wanted. The industrialist had eventually beenm bought out and moved on, the building had almost become derelict. Then the Administrator's office was created, and the building became not only the Administrator's estate, but also his office, and the only neutral governmental location on the planet.
Of course, there wasn't much else on the planet besides desert, steppes, and mines...
As the group approached the great double-doors, they were opened, and a protocol droid greeted them.
"Greetings," it said, "I am D-1JO. I am instructed to escort you to Administrator Namor. Please come with me."
It gestured towards the inside of the building, then began to lead the way into the facility...
(Room for interactions...)
As the trio made their way into the hall, following the droid, they were treated to the massive great hall of the place, again decorated with ornate pillars. The room was fairly empty; it was spacious to the extreme, with a very high ceiling. There were doors on both the west and east walls, but the door that the droid was leading them towards was directly in front of them on the back wall. As they approached it, the door opened, and Administrator Namor came out to greet them. He was wearing neon-blue robes that were decorated with various symbols and had tassels at the ends. His hair and facial hair were well-groomed; he looked as if he had applied copious amounts of gel.
"Welcome, welcome," he said. "I'm sorry, JO is supposed to be programed for ettiquette, but I swear that whoever programmed must have been completely inept at that subject..."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be blathering" he continued. "Please come with me, let me show you to the dining room. I want to give our Jedi friends a warm welcome. And you, good sir," (he pointed as Kavtan) "Your name seems to have slipped my mind. Excellent job today."
He gestured for them to follow him into the dining room, the droid obediently behind them.
It was going to be an interesting night...
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 18:25:52.
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