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"Who's the biggest, baddest spice seller around?" Whoever he is won't like this upstart edging in, I'm sure.
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"Whoa! This is to to scare them some, not put holes in 'em. They're just hired muscle, like us." This place may be outlaw friendly, but nobody likes unsanctioned murder. I did not sign up for a blood feud. "Let's get creative, then. Get some knock o…
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"Right." I rifle through their pockets, looking to recoup my business expenditure. "Truss 'em up, throw em in a cargo bin?"
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 10)
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I slip a cred into Pem's hand, not without regret. I consider my options for incapacitation. Blood choke or cranial blow, I don't have any drugs on me. Knock out Sssissth and Grot, jump on Breg and choke him out. What could go wrong? Sigh.
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"I'm Mazer, this is Reg." I tilt my head, considering. "I wouldn't normally say yes, but for a fellow warrior..." I clap Ssissth heartily on the shoulder. "Go on, Reg. Pay the man while I take our new friends to place some bets." I smile winningly a…
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OOC: Burning a bond point thingie with Squall and Pem, brings me to a 7
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 1. Total: 5)
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"Sadly, no." I shake my head, make big, watery eyes. "They use a holographic registry. Too many people offering to place bets for friends and running away with the winnings, causing problems for the house. You understand."
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"I can't speak for Reg here, but to my eye, you got the stance of a warrior. Noble bearing, graceful like a predator, all that stuff." I glance at Pem. "'Course, it could just be that Reg is flirting with ya. What better way to woo someone than by e…
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"I figure a few months will help me get some awesome scars. Don't you think, Reg?" I turn to Pem, mugging for him.
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"Don't look at me. I can't place bets, it's unethical for the fighters to involve themselves. I give a shy smile, a shiny baby cage fighter embarrassed and proud.
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I consider this. I'd really like for this first job to go well, to make an impression on Kelb. "If you think it's wise, I'll go along."
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"A couple of bruisers across the way." I shoot a friendly nod in their direction, as if we're passing acquaintances, to indicate who I mean as we pass by. "It would be hard to take them down without killing them."
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"Can do." (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 1. Total: 7)
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Besides the usual petty thievery and touting, the worst thing is the lines. Or lack thereof. Pushing, shoving, cutting, utter chaos. Half the time, you think you're waiting to move through the market, and then you find yourself in front of a stall s…
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It's likely she never saw me - her face doesn't give any indication, anyway. I'm impressed with Kelb's casual authority. She's trying a little too hard to be sunny, but I'm beginning to remember that social graces were never her strong suit. It's c…
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"Jazz! I see your balls are as big as ever." I keep my tone jovial as he shakes my hand a little too hard. I remember him just this way, although time seems to have smoothed some of his greater-than-thou attitude. I find it disgusting, but he is com…
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Cold pleasure fills my chest. There it is. "I could bean a cleaner droid off a speeder, sure." I lean back in my chair, pretending to consider. The decision's already made - I just want it to feel like a favor. "Sure, why not. I don't mind helping …
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"I'm fine. No on the drink. I like to keep a clear head." She's just sniffing around for a replacement. May as well stick to business...for now. "I know a couple mercs, only a day or two away, that might be interested. One of them has kids, would li…
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I'm a bit disappointed we're talking real, crunchy business. I would have preferred casual, fill the air with small talk before hot groping business. I eye her patiently, waiting for her to get to the point.
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The name hits home. "Esteemed company you've been keeping. I'm sorry to hear he's gone - but glad to hear he went down as a warrior." I raise my drink, "Ryma gesu'tak allesh, Sesk'vati. Farewell, warrior. May the Mother keep you safe. Very form…
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"Once a player and all that. What have you been up to lately? Killed anyone interesting?"
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My relations are fine, mutual disinterest - at least, I assume it's mutual. The last time I saw Kelborn, she was pretty young, a scrappy thing, and...as my eyes scan more than just her face, I feel my tentacles tense against my scalp. Good moon she…
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[Tott] The last job I worked was for to Norin Lithal, a trader who moonlights as an arms smuggler. She found out that one of her people had been skimming some of the merchandise, a problem that she had confronted her supplier about. It came to blow…
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[Emily] I stare out the hole where the window once was in shock. I'm holding the hard drive, still wrapped in its protective skin like an amniotic sack, the pinkish-pearl liquid of the droid dripping from my hand onto my knee. What the hell do th…
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One from me, too. My jaw *literally* dropped.
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[Emily] I calmly repeat what the droid has said several times in my head to glue the info as I stare it's frame. I meet its eyes - so fucking close to the real thing. I can almost see the steel that always lurked in the back of Josine's mossy green…
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[Emily} Stunt die. All of them. The entire pool. Jeebus, dude. Just....jeebus.
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(Rolled: 1d6. Rolls: 4. Total: 4) I'm a Plugged In +CultureJammer, which means that before we started this mission I upgraded this vehicle's software with a friend's homebrew. It does a lot of small things, the least of which is elimination the spe…