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[Trek] "Watch him," I order the Sergeant, before turning to Kelborn, and walking the few steps to cross that distance between us. "Suggestion taken under advisement, Kelborn. I think we might. Good work out there, nothing like a bit of hot action t…
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From Molotov: Roxy's kiss is returned with rough whiskers. "Nyet, Rox, leave it be. Let Invert find these men if she wants her pound of flesh," I grunt and grumble, releasing her to lock the door, "Is this not Eggplant, all over again? Why cannot…
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[Trek] I brush my shoulders off and walk through the door, taking quick survey, then stalking towards Frik. He's stunned on the ground, drooling a smidge. It's disgusting. "Well, well, well..." I begin, because who wouldn't gloat, "Frik Quaoor, are…
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From Molotov: I smell Burton as she slumps past, and she smells like rose-oil. Santa Cruz liked rose-oil. I close the door behind me and mosey towards Roxy. "Eh. Cold. Quiet. Also, a few of your clients gave Invert trouble -" a small shrug of my s…
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OOC: Trek Suffering 1-harm. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 6. Total: 12)
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From Molotov: There's a coin flip in my gut, deciding whether to be possessive, or respectful. It lands on heads, and I knock. Plus, the idea of walking in on Roxy busy is too much, too soon after Eggplant.
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[Trek] I stand at the threshold, arms behind my back as my squad pours into the shack. I've every faith they'll do their job; whether Kelborn and her Mandalorian foot-licker can handle their own, well, we'll see.
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[Trek] OOC: Spending 2/3 hold. • make a hard advance It'd wouldn't be any fun unless we did this with a little bit of style, so we're pressing forward quickly and violently. A few troopers on the outside of the squad's formation fill the air with …
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[Trek] I ensure one trooper is sent out to their speeders, sabotage. The Sergeant handles everything else, ordering four of his men to flank out while we storm forward. This is business as usual. Cue explosives, followed by a dramatic entrance, bac…
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[Trek] The first part is covert, heads ducked and blasters drawn. I've a wall of troopers between me and the shack, but I'm not waiting behind, I'm going in with them. If the Abyssin and his scum-lickers notice us, well, I'll order cover fire, but …
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OOC: Spending 1/3 hold. • make a hard advance
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OOC: Leadership. Roll+Hot. +1XP (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 14)
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From Molotov: And is obvious I wouldn't want Invert to. She is... sort of family now, if being a Sparekey wasn't enough. "Da, Disaster. Go pull whatever is up Trespass' ass out for me," I reply deadpan, patting him on the shoulder and heading in th…
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[Trek] I'd argue, honestly, but then I'd be burdened with creating a new, better plan — I don't have one. So I settle for, "Just don't kriff it up, Kelborn." And then I motion my squad forward, out in front of me, down the path. But, we're not sto…
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From Molotov: And this in return: Da. Keep your eyes in the sky, lights dim. Trespass said Frontside's been quiet, but no risks this night. I have better things to do than pulling bullets out of your gut. Just one or two more runs. Then we…
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From Molotov: I find myself nodding at Invert approvingly, and patting her on the shoulder like she is my son because... that is a little bit how it feels. Disaster gets a quick and simple, "How'd it go?" And I am grinding my cigarette into the icy…
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[Trek] To the Sergeant I respond in private conversation, "Let Kelborn and her squad go first. If Frik is as paranoid as claimed, well, let's just say I respect her team well enough to let them eat blaster. You've permission to return fire. Otherwi…
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From Molotov: So, Invert is taking the cigarette and adding it to her hoard like trophy, or precious gift, or hey this is free barter, what's it matter to you. I'm equal parts pissed off and amused, so I let it slide, taking in smoke and letting it…
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From Molotov: Exactly. So, I light up in the stairwell to Roxy's, standing under the flickering red lights, savoring the combative warmth from below. Invert gets a squint, then an offered cigarette. "Da, what is it?" This isn't how I'd choose to sp…
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From Molotov: Huh. Never Summer didn't care to share that piece of information. I've dug my hands into my armpits again and pushing forward against the wind is about the only battle on my mind at the moment — I've resigned myself to how quiet tonig…
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[Trek] There's a hint of intimacy to Kelborn's whisper; it's so close to my ear, and I'm in agony, and she's forcing her power over me. It's remarkably like sex. Except, I'm not used to being on this side, and all I can feel is loathing — and an i…
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[Trek] I turn on a foot and remain stationary. "As you wish, Captain," I retort spitefully through the pain, keeping my chin high — Kelborn can cross the distance herself if it means so much to her. I don't particularly care to recognize how childi…
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[Trek] I've wasted enough oxygen on this cretin; the next time I open my mouth for Jaster Ordo, it'll be to order his execution. With a roll of my eyes, I start heading off towards one of the bleeps. "Keep your men in check, Kelborn," I lazy call o…
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From Molotov: We feed them mostly truth, little bit of bullshit. "Hello. Gentlemen. Ladies. We are here at jingle of Roxy's to lead clients safely through shit-storm of gangs above for free. Afraid of fucker Stink Bug? Frontside? Come, we will keep…
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[Trek] I wiggle a pinky finger in my ear. "Ah, that's better," I sigh contentedly, flashing Jazz a broad, toothy smile, "You know why that's better Jaster Ordo, exile of Mandalore? Well, it's better because for a single micro-second there I though…
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From Molotov: I roll my eyes away from Disaster. He's in deep for Trespass. But, there's a little bit of a smile on my face I cannot help. Maybe, might be good to encourage this, get Trespass off my back for Roxy. So I say something along the lines…
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From Molotov: I give small, approving nod, but I'm not done with Disaster. "Is good to hear. She worth something to you, that one? Her ass is..." I wobble my hand like, so-so, then beckon to him as I start walking like, come on. Also, I'm digging b…
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OOC: Spending 1/3 hold. • Is he telling the truth, would he shoot Trespass for the Sparekeys?
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OOC: Reading Disaster. Roll+Sharp. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 6. Total: 12)
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From Molotov: I watch Disaster watch Trespass. This guy has soft cheeks and hard eyes. I can't tell if I'm going to like him, if I can trust him, so I think maybe we should take a moment to find out. "In a little bit," I finally tell Disaster aft…