Alliance Supply and Procurement: Episode 1

[Dood]

"Well let's go get it, otherwise we're going to have to find another way to get where we're going"

Dood looks at T'el again.

"We can't just go get it, OK? It's not that simple. We're going to have to find another way if you want to go on this damned fool's errand. Common Sense won't let us walk into a death trap."

[Whiteness]

From the way Dood keeps looking at T'el, he must be trying to let him know about the bacconaise on his lip, but Rek finds it distracting when the person he is talking to keeps looking at someone else.

"Excuse me, but this 'damned fool's errand' is the reason we all came here today. I thought I'd be joining some like minded folk who were tired of imperials breathing down their necks and wanted to do something about it. Now, would it be easier to get your ship or to purchase passage off this rock?"

[Dood]

From the way Dood keeps looking at T'el, he must be trying to let him know about the bacconaise on his lip, but Rek finds it distracting when the person he is talking to keeps looking at someone else.

"Excuse me, but this 'damned fool's errand' is the reason we all came here today. I thought I'd be joining some like minded folk who were tired of imperials breathing down their necks and wanted to do something about it. Now, would it be easier to get your ship or to purchase passage off this rock?"

Dood looks directly at Rek.

"Breathing down our necks will be the nicest thing the Imperials will be doing if we go ahead with this. 'Doing something' and walking into a mission target that has already been exposed to the protector of said target are not exactly lining up with my side-goal of not being dead before I see a Twilek and Kliknik show on Tarantor VII."

Dood sighs.

"However, since you all seem so hell-bent on running into certain doom, it's probably a good thing that I'm here. Common Sense dictates that I not knowingly let this tall, tail-headed fellow walk away dead without giving me his stuff first, and so far he isn't volunteering that - so I accept your nomination as Commander."

Dood looks at the datapad, studiously.

"Now, we're going to need transportation to Castell, and Common Sense isn't coming with us, so we'll need to procure some sort of alternate means of transit. We're also going to need to transport whatever's in this locker to our...clients. Doing that requires two things: Knowing how big what we're transporting is and where our client people are expecting us to make this delivery."

[Whiteness]

"I knew you'd help out, uh Commander" Rek said, unsure of when he nominated the Bothan for anything, but agreeing that a leader was needed.

"How big are crates of droid motivators usually? I doubt we'll know where we're taking them until we get to the locker, which is the only informtion the droid had. If we hurry we could beat them to it, I doubt they're going to divert much of their attention to a storage facility on Castell because of one crate of droid parts" he said as he looks around for agreement.

[Reese]

Te'l looks to Dood quizzically

"Yes 'commander' you do lack Common Sense on this mission. But we agreed to help and now we should continue to do so unless a better offer comes along."

[Dood]

Dood looks off in the distance for a second. When he starts speaking, it is rapid as his eyes dart from person to person.

"OK, obviously we can't figure out getting anything back until we know what that anything is. The first thing we need to do is get at least some of us on the ground at Castell to try and figure out how big our breadbox is, since our clients haven't specified that. Maybe we'll also be able to figure out where they want it delivered.

Brent and Ricky can go look into transit to Castell. T'el and I will try to figure out what we can about Beltar Kor-dass, storage facilities, and droid servo motor widgets. Blueman can, um, hopefully wake up a little bit later and catch up.

We'll all meet back here at ooooh...1300 tomorrow for lunch and details.

Sound like a plan?"

Dood cocks his head to one side, a slight grin on his face, as he looks around the table.

[Furiel]

You realize it's about 2000 hours right now? Your meet was for sundown (ie. why I said it was late evening in my first post), which occurs at approximately 1900 hours on this planet and it's been about an hour for you to get questioned by the Imps, slink away, decide to come here, order, eat, go buy a datapad, examine teh card, etc. So if you intend to meet again at 1830 then that means you intend to spend most of the next day doing the recon you mentioned. Is that your intention?

[Dood]

You realize it's about 2000 hours right now? Your meet was for sundown (ie. why I said it was late evening in my first post), which occurs at approximately 1900 hours on this planet and it's been about an hour for you to get questioned by the Imps, slink away, decide to come here, order, eat, go buy a datapad, examine teh card, etc. So if you intend to meet again at 1830 then that means you intend to spend most of the next day doing the recon you mentioned. Is that your intention?

I did not. Retconned to 1300 tomorrow.

[Cuspar]

Bronto looks at Rek, waiting for his direction.

[Whiteness]

"So, right now we just need to grab a place to stay the night?" Who the hell is Ricky?

[Whiteness]

"I thought time was an issue, don't we want to get going as soon as possible!? Maybe we should focus on that Do- uh..Command..ood..er? "

[Dood]

"I thought time was an issue, don't we want to get going as soon as possible!? Maybe we should focus on that Do- uh..Command..ood..er? "

"If you can find us transit out tonight, let us all know via commlink."

Dood drops an appropriate amount of money for his dinner on the table and slides out.

[Whiteness]

Rek watches Dood leave before shrugging and turning to Bronto.

"I guess it's up to us to find transportation, where do you want to go first?'

[Cuspar]

Bronto's posture and gestures indicates that he wants Rek to lead the way and that he is eager to follow.

[Dood]

Once out of the diner, Dood sets about finding out whatever he can about Castell and the Beltar Kor-dass storage facility.

Gather Info: Roll(1d20)+14:19,+14 Total:33

If there's time, Dood also attempts to discover if there's any info about a droid taken into custody by the Imperials today.

Gather Info: Roll(1d20)+14: 8,+14 Total:22

[Whiteness]

Rek looks at Bronto for a second before a look of understanding crosses his face and he points towards a door.

"Of course Bronto, the 'fresher is over there, I'll wait for you."

[Cuspar]

Bronto makes a noise similar to a laugh, followed by a farting noise from his pouch, followed by more pseudo-laughing. He gestures to the exit.

[Whiteness]

Ah, they must 'make' outside...

"Sure Bronto, let's go," he says as he makes a mental note of the Aqualish excretory habits. Walking out with Bronto his mind wanders and recollects on all the things he knows about this planet Reecee.

Knowledge Galatic Lore: Roll(1d20)+9: 20,+9 Total:29



[ooc - great roll for a 20... also Furiel, I had to update my char sheet because I screwed up the racial bonuses, Pat updated the spreadsheet]

[Bulwark]

In a brief moment of lucidity, Blu pays his bill and follows Dood out the door, mistaking the bothan for a large coffee pot. He slowly sinks back into a stupor, following the talking coffee pot.
Blu says" woah, mister decaf. Like, slow down. I need a refil." followed by some incomprehensibe babble.

[Furiel]

Once out of the diner, Dood sets about finding out whatever he can about Castell and the Beltar Kor-dass storage facility.

Gather Info: Roll(1d20)+14:19,+14 Total:33

If there's time, Dood also attempts to discover if there's any info about a droid taken into custody by the Imperials today.

Gather Info: Roll(1d20)+14: 8,+14 Total:22

Castell - you hear all the normal rumors and gossip you would expect on a planet nearing the core but the one thing that stands out that you hear a couple times in regards to the planet is rumors of an impending imperial crackdown on the planet and it's native inhabitants

Beltar Kor-dass storage - the get nothing other than 1 or 2 people who have used their services on various planets previously, and all of the reviews you got from the people who have used them were positive

You get nothing on M3

[Dood]

Is the crackdown on anything in particular or just "crackdown?"

[Furiel]

Ah, they must 'make' outside...

"Sure Bronto, let's go," he says as he makes a mental note of the Aqualish excretory habits. Walking out with Bronto his mind wanders and recollects on all the things he knows about this planet Reecee.

Knowledge Galatic Lore: Roll(1d20)+9: 20,+9 Total:29



[ooc - great roll for a 20... also Furiel, I had to update my char sheet because I screwed up the racial bonuses, Pat updated the spreadsheet]

Reecee was a planet in the Inner Rim. It was located near the Utegetu Nebula. The planet is a mix of urban and agricultural terrain. It has no distinctive imports or exports. While it is normal and habitible one of the only remarkable things about it was the lack of a native species. The planet has a primarily human population now, but they are all immigrants from some point in time in the planet's history. Generally as planets go Reecee is remarkable only in it's blandness.

[Furiel]

Is the crackdown on anything in particular or just "crackdown?"

You heard 3 different variations on the rumor, which is why you took note of it. One of them was something like the empire planning to enslave the entire planet in labor camps to fuel their war machine. The second was something about eliminating the planetary government and installing a puppet ruler to tax the crap out of their industrial base. The third was a story about some of the companies on planet having rebel sympathies so the empire was going to do send troops there to "investigate" those businesses.

[Whiteness]

Rek will head to the spaceport to find the cost of transportation to Castell. He keeps his eyes open for any threats or suspicious activity.

Perception; Roll(1d20)+7: 20,+7 Total:27



[ooc - my non-combat roll success makes me fear I may roll like Reese when we get into combat]

[Reese]

Te'l is with Dood and looking into anything he can find out about the type Droid parts they are searching for and what size a "crate" of these may be.

Gather Information: Roll(1d20)+6: 14,+6 Total:20