Traitor's Gambit (Game Thread)

[Melblen_Cairn]

Opening Crawl

Seemingly motionless among a sea of satellites and star ships above the bustling trade world of Brentaal, Sel Zonn Station grows larger in your view every second. A typical XQ2 space platform, the station has a central pylon forming the bulk of it's mass and three landing extensions leading to the docking bays. Ships hover using their repulsors on these extensions waiting instruction from docking control to dock in one of the many bays

The dorsal side of the station features a larger area reserved for wealthy or noble human patrons with ships too big for the bays to dock by telescoping airlocks.

The station performs the usual maintenance and refueling services for starships, but also has a number of other amenities for travelers awaiting transport down to Brentaal or off to the rest of the galaxy. There are many shops maintained on the station as well as stalls of more temporary merchants. Many of these are situated on the Promenade, the main entertainment district of the stations visitors.

The Promenade is filled with the bustle of revelry and commerce. Spilling out of the gambling halls are the sounds of victory and the moans of defeat, while the music of local bands issue forth from the cantinas.

This day you each find yourselves in a particular section of the Promenade where only a handful of people mill  about in the main area. A few gaze out of the massive windows at the planet hovering below. Businesspeople hawk their wares to passersby, and a few Imperial Stormtroopers make their way down the main avenue on their usual patrol at a leisurely pace.

There are several major establishments in this section of the stations entertainment and shopping district.

Gundark's Cantina

The Credit Chip

Mechanical Allies

Delgas Medical Supply

A turbolift is nearby leading up to a mezzanine level that runs around the upper area of the Promenade. Smaller temporary stalls of merchants are near to the outer windows and up on this second level as well. Computer Terminals stand at the center of the main avenue providing station information to visitors.

[Nanshork]

Silten slithers into the central area of the station, waving goodbye to some of the people he worked with on the flight here.  He hefts his tool bag as he looks around, wondering where he can earn more credits.  As he does so, Mechanical Allies catches his eye and Silten starts to head in that direction. 

[LordBlades]

Kel is standing by the eastern computer browsing the list of ships that have arrived or are due to arrive today. The last few days on the station haven't been kind to his wallet, so he'd better find a way out of here soon. The best idea he could come with is offering his services as pilot, mechanic and gunner to various ship captains, but so far none was willing to take him. Maybe today he'll have better luck.

[VennDygrem]

Jerran enters the promenade, trying not to call attention to himself.

The Force is my guide, it shall not lead me astray... There must be a reason it lead me to this space station, though I expect I won't be waiting long until I determine what that reason is.

The human, standing at relatively average height for his species, is wearing garb of neutral colors, primarily grays and slate-blues. He approaches a data terminal, looking for any information on the space station's general goings-on, mindful of the other beings traversing this common area.

[McPoyo]

Taking a look around, the Khil called Rald makes his way toward the Gundark's Cantina. If anyone who knew him well had seen him, they would have seen his anxiousness in the way his hullepi twitched. This contact represented his best chance at fortune since he had lost his commission as a doctor shortly after finishing his residency due to anti-human political maneuvering. While a certain amount of anonymity could be found trading the markets, as his brother was learning, even the most careful of traders will have their identity negatively discovered on the open markets after too long. This meeting was the first of a hopeful many to build his little chunk of success.

I only hope the rodian isn't late.

[archangel.arcanis]

Wondering why Jac doesn't send one of his normal employees to pick up his meds from Delgas' Amon moves briskly toward the shop. Once seeing that the medicine is a 20kg bucket of skin cream he understands quickly. I wonder if he does this to find work for me, or to find ways to torture me, probably both. Amon mutters to himself as he hefts the bucket.

[Shadowhunter]

Strakhov is currently leaning on the rails by the upper level, observing the crowd.

I'll start looking for possible employers tomorrow. For now, I'm happy to be of Hummingbird. Next time, I'll ask around for a job that won't mean I have to fly a barely functioning ship halfway around the sector with no time for either maintenance nor actual sleep.

He pushes his wide-brimmed hat up a bit and scratch his temple. He looks at his fingers.

Huh, still have sand under my nails. That was a week ago.

"I'm getting tired of desert planets" he says out loud to no one in particular.

A slithering movement catch his eye and he watches as Silten heads for Mechanical Allies.

A Sluissi. That wasn't yesterday. Wouldn't have minded having one of his kind aboard The Hummingbird these past few weeks. On the other hand, since they're slow in fixing things perhaps not. But they do know how to fix stuff. I wonder what he's doing here; He's probably hiring out his services as a ship mechanic. They tend to be in high demand and short supplies pretty much wherever I've been.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Silten, Jerran, Rald, Amon, and Corran give me perception checks please.

Kel and Jerran give me a Use Computer check please.

Amon

The container's label may say 20kg but it feels much heavier to you as you heft it. Come to think of it, Dr. Fenn at Delgas did seem rather relieved to be rid of it.

[VennDygrem]

Use Computer: 1d20(2)+1=3

Haha, figures. Jerran can't so much as press the "Get News" button.  

Jerran spends several minutes attempting to navigate the menus of the terminal before giving up in frustration.

**edit**
Perception: 1d20(6)+7=13

Augh! For some reason most of my rolls across other games as well have all been under 10 lately. My lucky streak on IC has come to an end, methinks. :/

[LordBlades]

Use Computer: 1d20+6=23 Do I find anything interesting?

[Nanshork]

Perception: 21

[Shadowhunter]

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3066062/

Perception 17.

[McPoyo]

Perception 1d20+7=22

Yay a good roll!

[archangel.arcanis]

Perception: 1d20+7=11

[Melblen_Cairn]

Silten

You are moving toward Mechanical Allies you pass by a Khil heading toward the cantina, and you notice a few things occurring in the Promenade as you look around. You see a female Twi'lek with blue skin standing in front of a nearly empty stall over by the large windows. She appears to be speaking to two probe droids that are hovering in front of her.

 Which you instantly recognize as Industrial Automation's Hologlide model J57 cam droids. Two Imperial Stormtroopers appear to be heading in her direction.

You also notice three similarly dressed humans in different spots on the Promenade. They aren't part of the larger crowd. They appear to be scanning the area as if to be looking for something...or someone while whispering to themselves and as they move you see the slight handles of hold out blasters tucked into their clothing in a vain attempt at concealment. One is on the mezzanine while the other two are on the main floor.

As you approach the holo-sign,

you immediately hear," ....iece of junk you sold me!!. Give me my creds back mynok slime.

Amon

Thinking about Jac you glance over at his previous merchant stall now almost empty after being forced off the Promenade by Imperial Stormtroopers. A female Twi'lek with blue skin is standing in front of the nearly empty stall over by the large windows. She appears to be speaking to two probe droids that are hovering in front of her.

Rald

You pass by a Sluissi while you head toward Gundark's for your meeting. As you look around you notice a few things. You see a female Twi'lek with blue skin standing in front of a nearly empty stall over by the large windows. She appears to be speaking to two probe droids that are hovering in front of her.

Two Imperial Stormtroopers appear to be heading in her direction.

You also notice three similarly dressed humans in different spots on the Promenade. They aren't part of the larger crowd. They appear to be scanning the area as if to be looking for something...or someone while whispering to themselves and as they move you see the slight handles of hold out blasters tucked into their clothing in a vain attempt at concealment. One is on the mezzanine while the other two are on the main floor.

You enter under the holosign,

 and enter the packed cantina. You are fairly certain that you do not see the Rodian you are to meet from the door, but it is fairly busy. You do notice that the clientele are mostly humans and the one behind the bar gives you a sour look as you enter.

Corran

From your perch, you notice a few things occurring in the Promenade as you look around. You see a female Twi'lek with blue skin standing in front of a nearly empty stall over by the large windows below you. She appears to be speaking to two probe droids that are hovering in front of her.

Two Imperial Stormtroopers appear to be heading in her direction.

You also notice three similarly dressed humans in different spots on the Promenade. They aren't part of the larger crowd. They appear to be scanning the area as if to be looking for something...or someone and as they move you see the slight handles of hold out blasters tucked into their clothing in a vain attempt at concealment. One is on the mezzanine not far from you, while the other two are on the main floor.

You see that there is a dashade standing next to a plainly dressed human at one of the main floors information terminals. Also a trandoshan male lugging a container of skin cream out of Delgas Medical Supplies. The sluissi passes a khil and heads toward Mechanical Allies while the khil enters Gundark's.

Kel

Standing in front of the terminal you quickly bring up the general information you are looking for. The main list of transports going back and forth to the planet below doesn't appear to hold any profitable jobs for you. This terminal mainly displays general information about the station and its amenities and gives it's information up to you freely. You also quickly determine that it is connected to the central computer though you would need to slice into it further to access that.

A plain human male approaches and access a terminal next to you and has horrible luck with the machine. You even think you hear it give him a raspberries sound.

Jerran

Approaching one of the information terminals you notice a female Twi'lek with blue skin standing in front of a nearly empty stall over by the large windows. She appears to be speaking to two probe droids that are hovering in front of her.

Two Imperial Stormtroopers appear to be heading in her direction.

You also notice three similarly dressed humans in different spots on the Promenade. They aren't part of the larger crowd. They appear to be scanning the area as if to be looking for something...or someone. One is on the mezzanine while the other two are on the main floor.

You start using the terminal next to a Dashade male who is having way more luck with the computer than you are. You terminal is so combative that it actually gives you a raspberries sound.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Corran, Jerran, Amon, and Rald

The Twi'lek looks familiar like you have seen her someplace before.

Give me a Knowledge (Galatic Lore) please

Map

Your colors correspond to the ones you selected. The black dots are the similarly dressed humans. Yellow dots are other NPCs on the promenade.

[archangel.arcanis]

Gal. Lore (untrained) (1d20+1=2)
Are you sure I know she is a Twi'Lek. 

[LordBlades]

Damn Kel spits out an unhappy grumble in his native tongue then proceeds to browse the regional galactic news

In case I need a new Use Computer check for that:

1d20+6=13

[Nanshork]

Deciding that this looks like it could be trouble, Silten hurries into Mechanical Allies.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Silten

The walls and center of Mechanical Allies is lined with racks and shelves displaying a dizzying array of droids and spare droid parts all for sale. Many of the droids look in questionable conditions but there are some gems amongst them.

Standing in the center of the shop is an unsavory looking Twi'lek male being yelled at by a human male in expensive looking clothes standing next to a sparking protocol droid. The smell of ozone fills the air.
 "You opted for an "as is" deal on a normally very expensive protocol droid. Can I help it if you ran across a language it did not know and it overloaded it." smiles the twi'lek displaying a almost sinister set of teeth. "You should be more careful with the things you purchase."

While the other unsatisfied customer is still fuming with the latest response the owner turns to you at the sound of your entrance and with the same smile nods slightly "I will be at you service shortly, please take a look around while you wait."