The Taris Event Chapter 2

[Blackferne]

Eoc turns to Bulwark. "How much does he owe you that you are willing to possibly tangle with the Exchange and the Sith?"

[Bulwark]

Eoc turns to Bulwark. "How much does he owe you that you are willing to possibly tangle with the Exchange and the Sith?"

Not enough. But now it's the principle of the matter, more than the credits themselves. Bulwark shrugs, "Besides, its better than taking another Valorian subcounsel on a Dotha Safari."

[Whiteness]

"Hey Rowan, are the names that So Leet mentioned the same as the ones you've heard of? Syric asks as he looks at Arilius.

"And So, did Bran imply that we could get a ship from Buppo or just a job?

[Dood]

My guess is that we'll have to actually talk to Buppo to find out anything like that. It sounds to me like we have some semblance of a plan, and a man that needs to get to ground. My suggestion is that we send Rowan on his way and see what sort of work Buppo has for us.

[Bulwark]

Agreed. But lets not all go. Seven guys showing up to do a freighter run will be very suspicious. Syric and Dood, you two go. The rest of us should wait here until you return. And if you happen to see Solumnus floating around the streets, send him this way

[Cuspar]

I'd like to tag along to meet this Buppo. Perhaps he knows of my father, or can be convinced that he does.

Persuasion= 10+7=17

[Dood]

Dood nods and slides out from the table. He pats Arrillius on the shoulder and then nods to Eoc.

OK, does anyone know where we find this Buppo and his goods needing transport?

[Gandolfini]

Yousa is inda bargain for a ship, yousa should consider contact missa to help. Da price might be more tasty mesa is present

[Whiteness]

If no one knows where Buppo is I could probably find him

Gather Information-Locate Individual: Roll(1d20)+7: 12,+7 Total:19

[Dood]

Yousa is inda bargain for a ship, yousa should consider contact missa to help. Da price might be more tasty mesa is present

Dood's fur wrinkles as he stares at Wailer.

He looks at Syric and arches his eyebrow.

[Whiteness]

I don't know, I don't think Buppo is selling us a ship, but if end up talking to Zeid it might be a good idea

Syric frowns at the Gungan

If you come it might be a good idea to stay quiet untill you're needed, not everyone has patience for your kind

[Blackferne]

Buppo is pretty easy to find. He has a huge warehouse about 3km east of the spaceport. There is a small office near the front. Who all is walking into the office? (You have til noon CST to list it for me to start that scene). And I am assuming anyone not going is staying in teh bar or are they talking to Zeid (10km south of the spaceport in a huge lot of ships in various states of repair).

[Dood]

Dood, Syric, and Wailer are walking to meet with Buppo.

As Dood turns to walk out, It might not hurt to check out one of those other leads. Options can be good things.

[Gandolfini]

"Syric, it was onda suggestion. Missa understand da some don t likein gungans."

Mind Trick 16+7=23

"Much likein howa yousa don t likein alcohol" (OOC: )
"yousa don t wanna missa come missa completa understand"

[Cuspar]

Cuspar stands up and says,If there's one thing I know a lot more than I care about, it's transporting useless goods around the galaxy. Let's get going to find Buppo. There's no time to waste, especially for those who care about Jounville more than an old debt.

Cuspar gives Bran 20 credits to cover two Quarrenese ales and a tip, and leaves the bar.

[Bulwark]

Mind Trick 16+7=23

Bulwark watches the Gungan and his strange tongue [ooc: no pun intended]
Perception 2 + 14 = 16 REROLLING -> 17 + 14 = 31
[OOC: do I notice the mind trick?]

[Blackferne]

Syric, Dood and Wailer were out the door.

For the next day (and only a day) anytime Syric reaches for his flask when he is about to put it to his lips he'll reseal it and put it away without thinking.

Bulwark didn't see it as they were outside, but instinctively touches the rock in his pocket.

[Furiel]

Well I for one am not content to sit around and wait, especially when there is still another job to be done. We still need to locate our wayward companion. Anyone care to join me in looking for Solumnus?

[Bulwark]

"Yes, I'll help look for the little guy." Bulwark pauses for a moment in thought. He ponders, "You don't suppose some of those Jawas took his chair as scrap and didn't see him inside, do you?"

[Reese]

"Yes, Lets go find Solumnus on our way to see what type of ships Zeid has in his stock. Ive had enough of the Calamari's smelly ale for a lifetime."

Klak stands up and walks out of the tavern waiting for his companions to join him in looking for Solumnos.

As they walk along the way to see Zeid, Klak keeps an eye out for Solumnos around the streets.
Perception (1d20) + 6, 19+6 = 25

[Blackferne]

Dood, Syric, Wailer and trailing behind Cuspar make their way to an industrial zone of Mos Eisley. After asking a few locales for directions they make their way to Warehouse 19 which has a small office in the front. Walking in the front door you see a human working a data terminal and frantic short man pacing back and forth yelling at a viewscreen mounted on the wall with an Ithorian on it.

"Look you meathead, I'm doing the best I CAN! That you would blame ME for this mess is LAUGHABLE!" The short man yells at the Ithorian.

A series of hisses and clicks respond in an obvious heated manner.

"Permits? Really? You are gonna blame me for the freaking PERMITS needed for the Core World ports? I'm stationed out here you ass, what the hell am I supposed to do about that? YOU are the one in Corellia. YOU are the one responsible for making sure the fleet is order. AND YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS SUPPOSED TO HIRE QUALIFIED PILOTS!" He screams at the screen with veins popping out of his neck and spittle flying from his mouth.

The man at the data terminal looks over and says in a calm measured tone. "He'll be with you in just a moment."

"I'M TIRED OF CLEANING UP YOUR MESSES! Don't call me again until you have some good news ass face!" He screams then motions the viewscreen off.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?" He glares at the quartet assembled in his office door.

[Blackferne]

Eli, Bulwark, Klak, and So Leet head out to look for Solumnos. While out they see no sign of the little Columbi or his droid. But their search does take them by Zeid's used spaceship lot. A large sign saying "Best Deals On TAT!" blazen the side of the outer wall. A Droid at the lot's gate is barking calls out.

"Come one. Come all to Zeid Pentar's Used Ship lot. Buy, Lease, Rent to Own! We accept trade-ins! Bad Credit? No Credit? We can make a deal!"

The droid spots Klak and points "You sir, what ship are you traveling in? Need something better?"

[Dood]

Dood wrinkles his fur around is brow and puts a hand on Syric's back, urging him to take this one.

[Bulwark]

The droid spots Klak and points "You sir, what ship are you traveling in? Need something better?"

Bulwark frowns at the droid, "Is there a biological we can deal with?" Turning to the others, he says, "I learned a long time ago no to barter with a droid."

[Blackferne]

@Bulwark "Yes. Master Zeid is on the lot. Walk through the gate and head to the dealership building. It is along the main entry path. Master Zeid is the only one who can negotiate price. My job is merely to draw prospective customer's attention. Please speak to Master Zeid, and have a pleasant day." The droid says before going back into his barker program.