Kelb,
It took you a little less time to get to Piri's than you expected. It seems Squall knew the way. What was the conversation like on the way out here? When you knock on the door, the little greeter-droid comes out and spots Squall. She smiles nervously, and it disappears relatively quickly. The door opens to reveal the spice den unchanged from the last time you've arrived. It's still a dank, dark, stinky hole where people go to get high. In the main area, among various patrons, you spot Piri, Pem and Tott. They're wrapping up a conversation.
Pem is coming over to greet you.
Tott,
Just as you turn to leave, the front toor to Piri's slides open and Kelb walks in with a rather nervous looking Squall. Pem walks over to greet her.
What do you do?
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I ask her what she thinks about Tott, mention that I think he's gorgeous, see what she thinks. Of course, I'll check to see what she knows about him, since she's nosey.
As we come closer, I step closer, say into her ear, "We all mess up sometimes, Squall. It takes a warrior to face their past, and overcome it." Then I pat her on her butt, as encouragement, and of course, a little joke about having her backside earlier. Plus, you know, she has a cute butt.
"What was he selling? "
I'm watching Squall, and Piri both. If Squall starts to go off with Piri or takes something from him, I'll step in.
"Guess I should go deliver an ultimatum. Wanna help?"
Let's jump some time to the closing of market stalls. You're standing in an alleyway overlooking Tivudi's shop — he's looking nervous and angry, scanning the thinning crowd for his brutes no doubt. Jazz is in full armor, looking as menacing as ever. Pem has his blaster at the ready.
Everyone is ready to go. What do you do?
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 2, 5. Total: 10)
I roll my shoulders, mug a little bit, before strolling up to Tivudi with long, aggressive steps.
"Hey, drukweed. We need to talk."
"You, Tivudi, you drukstain, you have been stupid. You have been sticking your nose in places, causing problems for people who are like me - people who appreciate rules, the correct way of doing things. I don't crinking like it, Tivudi." I step forward slowly throughout this last bit, forcing his back against his inventory. "I am here to tutor you, like a benevolent crinking agent of mercy."
I'd like to observe this guy, see how he's taking this berating. Does he even realize his thugs are gone?
(Rolled: 2d6+2 . Rolls: 6, 1. Total: 9)
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• how could I get Tivudi to back off and follow the Merchant Cabal's rules?
If the Merchant cabal promised to pay off his debts, he would ease up in the short term. If Jabba the Hutt accepted the cabal's offer, whatever that may be, he'd play ball long term. Of course, he's also here against his will imposing illegal Spice trade... So I'd wager that "debt" must be pretty big.
Tott,
Tivudi backs away from you towards a counter near the rear of the stall. He leans against it, and tries his best to stare you down. "Whose rules? The rules of ten drinking buddies who fix prices in the market to get rich? I'll have you know I offered them a chance to let me do my work. All they had to do was vote me in, and I'd have left them alone."
Roll Threaten for me, if you please.
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 1. Total: 9)
Tivudi raises his hands off the counter behind him, and holds them out to stay your hand. "Wait, wait, wait! OK... You've made your point. There's no need for anyone to get rash now... I'm not the man in charge here. I'm just the face. I'll tell you who's in charge, just don't hurt me — please!"
I purposefully glare at him with my visor, the eyes he cannot see. "You cannot push the Cabal around. You have two choices. Follow the edicts of the Cabal, or find somewhere else for your trade. Make a choice, Tivudi. Make it now. Or we choose option three for you, which is we make you disappear."
I look to Tott, "Make him be straight with us. I'm getting impatient."
Reading Vituvi, spending two hold:
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 7)
What does he intend to do?
He looks between you, hoping you understand, "if I don't do this for Jabba, I'll be nothing but a slave for the rest of my life — presuming he doesn't feed me to his Rankor, or the Sarlacc... If you can talk your friends into letting me into the cabal, I can be lenient. I can help mitigate the damage. If you send me away though, I'm as good as dead."
OOC: Tivudi intends to do this job until his life is being threatened. Beyond that, he has no idea what he's going to do... He'll probably suffer the consequences of failure, and beg Jabba for forgiveness.
Before he has a chance to answer, I raise my voice and point at him, "Don't waste our time talking about Jabba, calling him your employer. He will not avenge you, he doesn't care about you, only your credits. This is the last time we will ask. Refuse, and it is option three."
He looks between you, "It is the best I can offer you — a few days at best, before Jabba's man checks in. When I am not making the progress he's asked for, he'll send in a replacement, and you'll be making this same threat to someone who will not listen as well as I do."
"You're a gambling man, Tivudi." I mock. "If you're smart, I'm sure you can find a way to earn the creds Jabba wants and still follow the rules of the Cabal. After all, it is your life on the line."
I slip back from Tott, and turn to leave, "Is there anything more, Tivudi? Are we clear, Tivudi?"
What do you do?
I snicker a bit, then look up at him and ask, "So ah... you like chewing Bantha poodoo?" I full on laugh then, and shoulder bump him a little, good-naturedly.
I blink a couple times at him, frozen by his eyes and that confident grin of his. Finally, I manage, "I could, heh, talk to Jazz for you." I meant to sound tough, but I think that came out a little soft. Am I drooling? I swear, my tummy is doing flip flops. Did he look this good back then?
Yes. Yes, he did.
I slide my hand up her cheek, lean forward, and take her lower lip between my teeth, biting just hard enough. I purr against her mouth.
"Yes...much tastier."
Oh. He did that.
Wasn't I drooling a minute ago? Why is my mouth dry now?
My tongue dances up to run acorss his teeth. Tongue! Get back here! Oh, this is a wreck, I have to put a stop to this before it gets any further. He's just teasing me! He's trying to get one over on me, he's going to laugh at me any second now!
Finally, my right hand obeys and I put it on his chest. His really, muscled and toned chest. Finally, I push. I meant to shove, but I manage a push. When I break free from the delicious prison, I say, "Hey," I say quiet, more vulnerable than I mean to sound, "I'm... your boss. Okay?" Assert authority, Kelborn! Say it like you mean it! You do NOT need his permission to be in charge!
Probably.
I've heard lekku are erogenous zones for Twi'Leks...
"Good." I say as I stand up straighter. I am not looking at Jazz or Pem. I can see them both standing there, I know they're laughing. Or mad. Probably both.
"Let's head back to Xixys, let him know what happened with Tivudi." I'm moving while I still have strength in my legs. Must not sleep with team-mates is the mantra running through my head over and over.