The Taris Event Chapter 2

[Dood]

Dood considers his options.

He puts his hand on Klak's back and says, "I think it best that none of us spend too much time in this casino without someone else nearby."

Dood hands Klak 50cr.

"Take this. Sit somewhere near Captain Frost and have a few drinks. If anything happens to him, reach me on the commlink. I think I'm going to go see how our ship acquisition is progressing."

Dood smiles a big smile and then turns on his heel and heads toward the shipyard. Flicking on his commlink he radios Bulwark.

"We have a captain. Heck, we've got three. What's the status on your end?"

[Whiteness]

Max bet 20, max hand 20, max profit 5k, max loss 150. You play 20 hands and genrally trend up then lsightly down them up then slight down. Then up and at the end leave the table personal balance 807.5

One more time, same stakes.

Upon seeing the Zabrak enter Syric passes him 25 credits, "Drink up friend, but stay sharp"

[Blackferne]

Max bet 20, max hand 20, max profit 5k, max loss 150. You play 20 hands and genrally trend up then lsightly down them up then slight down. Then up and at the end leave the table personal balance 807.5

One more time, same stakes.

Upon seeing the Zabrak enter Syric passes him 25 credits, "Drink up friend, but stay sharp"

20 more hands, better than last time. You wagered and were on a modest hot streak bringing your balance to 1362.5cr.

[Arrican]

"gets Dood on the comms. Got a base dynamic, 18k down, modest payments, and nothing due for 60 days. Come to the shipyard and meet me so we can look it over."

[Cuspar]

@ Cuspar

Ah the grand gift...

I would love a tea, Mr. Tsont'Ar. Well, I must say, danger and risk are merely neighbours on the same street. Once we have completed our first projects with Aderbrent, we will unquestionably have assessed our risk tolerance. One of the benefits of this acquisition is that Aderbrent will still maintain some ability to operate autonomously from Fossar. It will have certain roles under the auspices of Fossar, but it's founders insisted on a contractual right to pursue, shall we say, "consultant" services. So, should they wish to investigate a "consultant" role under contract to you, it would be of their own accord. Aderbrent Consulting Enterprises, I believe they are calling it - NOT a wholly-owned subsidiary of Fossar Shipping. Should you wish to contact them at some point, I would be happy to be an intermediary - although I would prefer my new associates to remain... bipedal.

Cuspar laughs. He hopes that Daar hurries, as he doesn't want to have to invent too many more tales.

[Dood]

"gets Dood on the comms. Got a base dynamic, 18k down, modest payments, and nothing due for 60 days. Come to the shipyard and meet me so we can look it over."

"I am already on my way."

While he makes his way to the shipyard, Dood makes his usual checks to ensure he isn't being followed. His encounter with Mr. Ehsan has only made him more nervous.

Perception: Roll(1d20)+9: 8,+9 Total:17 - REROLL - Roll(1d20)+9: 17,+9 Total:26

[Gandolfini]

After buying a utility belt (-500), Wailer decides to find a different casino and try his luck again.

{Same as last time. Risk 100 per hand and gamble until I lose 500. Then take 1/2 of any winnings and risk it on one hand.}

[Blackferne]

@Dood you are not being followed. Or at least if you are they are extremely good at stealth.

@ Cuspar
"Delightful." Tsont'ar pours tea in a small cup for you. "I'll tell you what, my client has given me some lead time to complete his ultimate task. So I will give you my information on a datacard. If you find yourself in need of work, or perhaps if I think that your company might be of assistance in this or another matter we can contact each other through the holonet." He opens his jacket to pull out a datacard and hands it to you with a nice smile.

Daar comes out from the back. "Here is your suit Mr. Inirv'E. Please try it on for one last pass." You try on the suit and it fits quite nicely. He makes a few minor adjustments.

"See, Daar here is truly an artist who should be in the Core, not out here. But he has family and never accepted my offers to relocate him." Tsont'ar says with a chuckle.

You settle up the tab and now have a nice suit, shoes included.

[Blackferne]

After buying a utility belt (-500), Wailer decides to find a different casino and try his luck again.

{Same as last time. Risk 100 per hand and gamble until I lose 500. Then take 1/2 of any winnings and risk it on one hand.}

Is this with or without the Jedi Mind Cheat?

[Gandolfini]

After buying a utility belt (-500), Wailer decides to find a different casino and try his luck again.

{Same as last time. Risk 100 per hand and gamble until I lose 500. Then take 1/2 of any winnings and risk it on one hand.}

Is this with or without the Jedi Mind Cheat?

With. And I'm just searching my feelings here, same as any other gambler.

[Blackferne]

After buying a utility belt (-500), Wailer decides to find a different casino and try his luck again.

{Same as last time. Risk 100 per hand and gamble until I lose 500. Then take 1/2 of any winnings and risk it on one hand.}

Is this with or without the Jedi Mind Cheat?

With. And I'm just searching my feelings here, same as any other gambler.

After 40 hands you lost a total of 250 credits but your balance is now 10,429cr (I'm not done running your gambling parameters) the pit boss comes over and asks if everything is alright.

[Gandolfini]

{OOC: Oh shit! I didn't think I would do that well.}

"Oh yeah,missa m hav a great time but doin yousa thinkin isa time for missa to take a break?" Wailer smiles at the pit boss.

[Blackferne]

@ Wailer "We have some lovely shows, or perhaps you'd prefer to play another game perhaps. Maybe something like Jubilee or lotto? Or have a fine meal in our bistro?" The pit boss says.

[Bulwark]

Flicking on his commlink he radios Bulwark.
"We have a captain. Heck, we've got three. What's the status on your end?"

"That's good news. I'm have a bit of trouble locating a parts dealer. Apparently they keep them well hidden out here in the sticks."
[OOC: either that, or our GM has left me hangin']

[Gandolfini]

@ Wailer "We have some lovely shows, or perhaps you'd prefer to play another game perhaps. Maybe something like Jubilee or lotto? Or have a fine meal in our bistro?" The pit boss says.

"Munchy sound muy bombad! One last hand then"

Bet 10,000 on one last hand.

[Cuspar]

Cuspar examines the suit in the mirror. It IS very good work - so much so that he feels immediately uncomfortable in it. He momentarily sees a life spent in boardrooms flash before his eyes, and it frightens him. He does looks VERY good though.

Daar - my compliments. This is exquisite work, and I'll be sure to recommend you to all who ask. It's almost a shame to wear such a fine suit in the sand!

Cuspar bows to Daar.

Mr. Tsont'Ar. It was truly a pleasure. You have inspired me even more in my current endeavour, and shown me much hospitality. I'll be sure to keep your information at arm's reach - for the Aderbrent men's possible employ, and for myself, well, I wouldn't pass up another cup of tea with you! May the galaxy be kind to you, until the next.

Cuspar bows deeply to Mr. Tsont'Ar and gives him the locator number for his long range commlink.

Cuspar leaves the boutique, with his leather jacket and fatigues in a fancy tote from the boutique. He is very excited to inform his friends of his chance encounter, and fill them in on the embellishments he told Mr. Tsont'Ar, should they have to play along anytime soon. He also hopes to hear that a ship has been purchased - he thumbs the holorecorder in his utility belt, and contemplates its' necessity in the next phase of his plan regarding Fossar Shipping.

[Before I call the others, is anyone following me? [Perception: 7+13=20]]

[Blackferne]

Flicking on his commlink he radios Bulwark.
"We have a captain. Heck, we've got three. What's the status on your end?"

"That's good news. I'm have a bit of trouble locating a parts dealer. Apparently they keep them well hidden out here in the sticks."
[OOC: either that, or our GM has left me hangin']

Your search of the city reveals several shops of parts and equipment mixed in the warehouse district. Most specialize in a particular type of system like You are the Sublight of my Life, Hyperdrives R' Us, Bombs Blasters and Beyond etc etc. Which type of shop were you wanting to enter first?

[Blackferne]

@ Cuspar to the best of your knowledge no one is following you.

[Cuspar]

Cuspar hails So Leet on the Commlink.

So - how is the ship purchase coming? And also, how are you with a holorecorder?

[Whiteness]

20 more hands, better than last time. You wagered and were on a modest hot streak bringing your balance to 1362.5cr.

Calling over a serving girl Syric orders an ale for himself before resuming his game. While gambling he keeps his ears open for any mention of the incidents last night, Sargo or anything involving Zorat and the jobs he has.

One more round at the same stakes.

Gather information Roll(1d20)+8: 15,+8 Total:23

[Blackferne]

@ Syric, no mentions of last night. No mentions of Vorat or Sargo. You do hear some general excitement over a gungan who was on a big win streak making 9k.

[Blackferne]

@ Wailer "We have some lovely shows, or perhaps you'd prefer to play another game perhaps. Maybe something like Jubilee or lotto? Or have a fine meal in our bistro?" The pit boss says.

"Munchy sound muy bombad! One last hand then"

Bet 10,000 on one last hand.

1d20[5]+4modifier (wis+force cheat)=9 you lose 5k

Your balance is now 5429cr.

The Pit Boss says "That is a tough break sir. Please take this token for a nice meal at the bistro, our compliments."

[Bulwark]

Bulwark finds his way to a large, yet rundown shop near the east end of the warehouse district. He ducks under the sign for ‘Sewzaan’s hammocks and Sublight Engine boutique’ and is greeted by a rather portly Sullustian female.

“bedding or speed?” she says without looking up, her voice filled with a high nasally whine. Bulwark approaches the counter and waits for her to look up.
Sewzaan, takes off her reading glasses, letting them dangle by the chain around her neck. She looks up at Bulwark with an overly dramatic expression and repeats herself, “Bedding” she motions to the left side of the store filled with a variety of hammock styles, “or speed” she motions towards the large and dusty aisles to the right, filled with the sorts of machinery that look like they have spent a bit too long under the Tatooine suns.
“That depends.” Bulwark replies. “I’m looking for parts that are, how should I say, above the norm.”

Persuasion: 11 + 1 = 12

Sewzaan’s expression of fake annoyance turns into one of real annoyance. She puts her glasses back on and turns back to her reading. Without looking at Bulwark, she says, “Hammocks on the left, engines on the right. What you see is what you get.”
Bulwark leans on the counter, “Certainly an intelligent and attractive woman like yourself holds back a few prized pieces for special customers. What can I do help you sell me one of those?” He says with a smile.

Persuasion: 7+1=8

She sets down her datapad and looks at Bulwark, “I appreciate what you are trying to do, I really do. But we both know you are full of crap and even if you weren’t all the stock I have is on the floor. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish reading this before I close up for the evening.”
Bulwark frowns, obviously his skills in charming are not up to snuff. He then plants his arms firmly on the counter, and says in a stern voice, “Look, I know you’ve got some goods. I want to see them. So get your fat Sullustian butt out of that chair and show me what you got.”

Persuasion: 8+1=9

Sewzaan slams her datapad down on the counter and stands up. She points at the door and says, “My cousin works for The Exchange. If you aren’t out of here in 10 seconds, I’m giving him a call. Do I make myself clear?”
Bulwark lets out a sigh and turns around and heads for the door. After a couple of steps he turns back to Sewzaan. Waving his right hand in front of his face, he says “you will take me to the goods I am looking for.”

[OOC: spending a force point on the next persuasion check, just because I can]
Force point roll = 3
Persuasion: 20 + 1 + (3) = 24

[Gandolfini]

Wailer laughs. "Dis game is so much funny-funny but da s da way it goes. Tank yousa for da meal. Missa m very very hungry"

Wailer heads to the bistro and orders (dinner?).

[Whiteness]

One more round at the same stakes.

Once he finishes his last round of sabaac, Syric will stop to see what this casino has in the way of lunch.