Alliance Supply and Procurement: Episode 1

[Bulwark]

"No worries there, Mister Captain man. No need of a bean-shooter while surfing the etherial light, right? I'm no Teddy with the manual labor, but I'm a real sweet stick in a greasy spoon." Blu says with s smile (witch is difficult to spot behind his trunk)
He motions for the waitress, "I'd love one of those righteous lavaslides."
"oh, and a side of terlian steak, medium well."
"And a couple of slices of meatbread"
"also, what is the soup of the day?"

[Dood]

Dood tries to determine if the captain is on the level [ooc: And really anyone with a decent perception, feel free to do this too]

Perception: Roll(1d20)+1:20,+1 Total:21 [ooc:BAM!]

[Furiel]

Dood tries to determine if the captain is on the level [ooc: And really anyone with a decent perception, feel free to do this too]

Perception: Roll(1d20)+1:20,+1 Total:21 [ooc:BAM!]

You detect no deception from him

[Whiteness]

"It sounds fine to me, work is work"

[Dood]

Dood is slightly startled by the responses from his team, but his smile returns quickly enough that one might think his nose just itched.

He leans back in his chair, smiling broader than ever.

"You are the captain, sir. We, being seasoned spacefaring folk, wouldn't dream of breaking your rules. I would ask only one thing though, if I may, and that is that we be given return receipts for our weapons. While I have no doubt that we have little reason to worry, our recent problems with our former employer have left me a bit jittery and I'm certain that Common Sense would demand that I see to it that my companions and I are properly protected, just as you are doing for yourself and your ship.

If that's all tight and shallow, I say we have a deal!"

Dood holds out his hand.

[Dood]

Oh, and in case you need it:

Persuasion: Roll(1d20)+9: 9,+9 Total:18

[ooc: Yes, I realize this is like the 3rd straight 18 I've rolled on persuasion.]

[Furiel]

The Captain takes Dood's hand and shakes it again.

"Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure. You better eat up quick because I'm leaving in 5 minutes and I expect you with me so we can get you squared away and not be delayed in our departure."

[Whiteness]

"That works for me Captain. I'm going to step outside for some fresh air"

Rek motions for Bronto to move and gets up and heads to the door. Looking behind him he sees the Aqualish following him. Ah, he probably wants to 'make' before we get onboard the ship...I wonder what ever happened to that droid.. Rek lets his mind wander slightly, but not enough to lose awareness of his surroundings. He knows there is always a chance for imperials to jump out of nowhere.


Perception: Roll(1d20)+7: 17,+7 Total:24


{ooc - by leave in 5 minutes, did you mean he was leaving the bar in 5 minutes or leaving in his ship?}

[Bulwark]

Blu quickly eats through his light snack and pays his bill on the way out. On his way to the door he notices one of the patrons ask the waitress for a doggy bag. He pauses briefly to figure out what it is and why anyone would need one.

[Cuspar]

Bronto follows Rek. Once they are outside, he tugs Rek's jacket and says, "DROID".

[Whiteness]

Rek frowns at the aqualish, Rhoid? Is he having a hard time defecating because of hemerrhoids? when a sudden look of understanding showed on his face.

"I don't know Bronto, he's probably scrap metal by now." Rek points at the satchel, "you might want to sell those items off and keep the credits if you don't want to keep hauling it around, I doubt he's coming back. Besides, it's just a droid."

Rek looks up at the sky before continuing, "If you do decide to dump his stuff, I would be interested in that power recharger, it may come in handy."

[Dood]

Dood downs his beer and plops the mug down with an enthusiastic thump.

"We look forward to departing, Captain."

[Furiel]

{ooc - by leave in 5 minutes, did you mean he was leaving the bar in 5 minutes or leaving in his ship?}

Leaving the bar to go to the ship. You are still a couple hours away from scheduled departure.

[Cuspar]

Bronto shakes his head at Rek and almost tenderly pats the satchel.

[Furiel]

True to his word 5 minutes later almost to the second the Captain gets up, flips a credit chip to the waitress, then another to the bartender and says to the bartender "Thanks for the meal Kelvin, see ya down the line." And he makes his way outside and with barely a glance to make sure you are all following he heads toward the docking bay.

You arrive at the docking bay and you see that loading is still going on, but judging by the looks of the docking bay it should be concluded shortly. Capt Stone walks over to the first mate, "Edgar, loading is almost complete I see. I need you to take care of these men for me. They're coming with us to Castell. Working their way to be exact. Take their weapons from them, issue them receipts for them, get them squared away then put them to work as you see fit. I'm headed up to the bridge to check in with Shifter." Captain Stone then turns to the group: "This is Edgar, my first mate, his word is my word aboard ship. He'll get you squared away and I'll see you all in space." Capt Stone then heads into the ship.

Edgar turns to the group, his eyes lock on T'el and a look of disdain crosses his face. "Gentlemen, welcome to the Red Nebula. If you could please form a single line I'll need your full name, age and ID # for the receipt. Once you have your receipt then please stand over there" Edgar gestures to a spot next to the entry hatch "until I've processed you all then I'll show you to your quarters."

OOC - if anyone is concealing any weapons I will need stealth rolls from you, otherwise you will be issued receipts as requested and shown aboard.

[Whiteness]

"Ah, I can see you've become quite attached to it Bronto, I completely understand"

The leathery satchel must be a island of comfort in this sea of uncertainty we call life, surely it represents something that he loves, possibly something he has lost, perhaps it reminds him of his mother? I will keep an eye on how he interacts with the satchel...no, could that be where he is 'making'?

"You know what, you can forget I said anything about the power recharger, that's part of the satchel now."

[Blackferne]

Upon seeing the group M3 comes walking briskly out of the corridor and saying loudly.

"Oh thank the maker! I found you! I was afraid I was forgotten!" He comes up and bows generously to Bronto. "I would have called but my commlink seems to be missing."


He follows the words with some aqualish.

[Dood]

Dood heads to the front of the line, unholsters his pistol and hands it to the first mate. In his most affable tone, he starts talking.

"Name's Dood Amm'nel - no relation to the Senator. Age 24, ID number is Whisty-Tango-Foxtrot-1-3-3-7-Delta-0-0-Delta. It's a pleasure to be working with you, Commander."

[Cuspar]

Bronto almost bounds to the droid, shoving others out of his way, and presenting the satchel to M3PO like a prize.

He responds in Aqualish.

[Blackferne]

"Thank you." M3PO says in a grateful tone as he put the satchel over his shoulder without even looking inside. "So you found passage then guys?"

[Whiteness]

Rek was surprised to see the M3 unit, and unsure as how to proceed. Is this a trap? Has he been compromised? What exactly happened to him?

He looks around to see if anyone was following the droid or laying in wait for an ambush.

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

[ooc - ah what a lovely waste of a 20]

[Dood]

Watching the scene unfold and completely dumbfounded by the droid's sudden appearance, Dood looks to Edgar apologetically.

"Oh, I guess they finished the repairs. My droid, here, was in for repairs and I wasn't expecting them to be finished in time for him to travel with us. I had left instructions with the shop to simply sell him if he wasn't ready in time, but it looks like they squeaked it out. I hope it won't cause a problem if we bring him along."

Deception: Roll(1d20)+9: 14,+9 Total:23
Persuasion: Roll(1d20)+9: 3,+9 Total:12 [ooc: The 18 streak is OVER]

[Blackferne]

"Master they couldn't finish all the repairs, so when you get a free moment I'd like to discuss what still needs to be fixed." M3PO "But they said I should be fine for 98% of my intended functions."

M3PO walks to the line and takes place at the end of it.

Deception 1d20[2]+13=15

[Whiteness]

Rek decides to continue with the squaring away and approaches Edgar, handing him his pistol and carbine. "Rek Baniss, 24, ID# Beta-0-0-Beta-1-3-Sigma" He then patiently waits for a receipt, trying not to stare at the Droid.

[Furiel]

He looks around to see if anyone was following the droid or laying in wait for an ambush.
Perception Roll(1d20)+7: 20,+7 Total:27
[ooc - ah what a lovely waste of a 20]

Or is it?
No, you do not see anyone following M3

Watching the scene unfold and completely dumbfounded by the droid's sudden appearance, Dood looks to Edgar apologetically.

"Oh, I guess they finished the repairs. My droid, here, was in for repairs and I wasn't expecting them to be finished in time for him to travel with us. I had left instructions with the shop to simply sell him if he wasn't ready in time, but it looks like they squeaked it out. I hope it won't cause a problem if we bring him along."

Deception: Roll(1d20)+9: 14,+9 Total:23
Persuasion: Roll(1d20)+9: 3,+9 Total:12 [ooc: The 18 streak is OVER]

Edgar gives Dood a hard look, "Do you have any more droids or friends that you didn't think would make it I should know about?"