"Look, Pal.. I just wanted to ask you where you got that sweet jacket.. I'd hate to put a.. WhatTheFr... "

He's sure the Aqualish noted the "Dragoon" pointed his way, but the headless horrors are difficult to ignore.

FightOrFlight, Dex..

Dam amateurs, look at all these scrap heaps, I’ve seen butchers do a better job... they should be put out of their misery.

Kaz steps forward, hands wide in what most street rats take to be a passive sign.

“Gentlemen, I think there may be a bit of a miss understanding here. You seem to have gotten an idea into your head about perhaps applying a little pressure to us. You seem to have made a poor assessment of who may be our employer and what exactly we may be doing here. If I’m not mistaken Jabba still runs most of Tatooine, but ultimately he still honnors the Grand Hutt Council on Nal Hutta... our employers... perhaps let’s leave each other alone this time and not make a mess for Jabba to be forced to explain”

Great! We can go see him together!

They usher you into the speeder.

(I'll allow a Destiny point to be spent that you are convincing enough the allow you to keep your weapons presuming you go with them? And you can flip a darkside for me I'll be on more again, been preparing for a vacation had me busy!)

Caess noticing Kaz about to move for his weapon steps forward next to him. "That sounds excellent." then leans in and whispers to Kaz "There is going to be a better time for that, one when they're not expecting it."

Then Caess turns and enters the speeder.

Kaz nods and follows the rebel into the speeder Bloody Caess always pointing out the obvious... I wasn’t gonna kill them, at least not all of them... not yet...

(Assuming the rest follow suit)

Excellent!

The disfigured man ushers you in smiling a horrid smile.

Speeders zoom off into the desert.

The two vehicles barrel across the sands coming to rest on the outskirts of a small town, the Aqualish makes a stop at a small shop then comes back and your off again. They come to stop again at a large intimidating fort like duracrete structure, imposing against the desert, the twin suns are starting to sit low in the sky threatening to set.

The Aqualish opens your door and grunts at you. That's get out... The disfigured man tells you.

You approach the large main door a small droid eye juts out examining you, its high pitched binary chittering annoys the aqualish and he takes a swip at it, ending the conversation as it retreats into its hole in the door.

It opens and a particularly ugly Twi'lek greets you with a few stout Gamorreans and leads you down a dark corridor.

You continue down the dark corridor till the ugly Twi'lek guides you into a lavish room. Down the hall you can hear music and cruel laughter.

So, the Hutt is having a party, typical

Kaz looks up and down the hall to see who is watching, if they wanted to make the most of this opportunity then they needed to do something before being locked up. Slipping away wouldn’t be easy, but neither would tricking a Hutt

Caess wonders if they are waiting in this room, possibly presenting a chance if a few of the Gamorreans leave, or if they are going to continue to be led down the hall... towards a sadistic Hutt, who would probably at least know that they weren't sent by another Hutt.

They offer you a seat at a large table. The disfigured man leaves, the Aqualish stays. The Gamorreans stay at the doorway along with the Aqualish.

Dex reaches inside his cloak. The thugs bristle, at which he slows his movement, extending the open palm of his other hand. "Easy, fellas."

Pulling out a deck of cards, he addresses the Aqualish: "Play you for that sweet jacket? My own is quite functional, seen me through some rugged terrain.. but yours.. now that piece is a fashion statement."

Dex is ready to draw, if his friendly offer is taken the wrong way.

On 6/4/2018 at 5:38 AM, Edgehawk said:

Dex reaches inside his cloak. The thugs bristle, at which he slows his movement, extending the open palm of his other hand. "Easy, fellas."

Pulling out a deck of cards, he addresses the Aqualish: "Play you for that sweet jacket? My own is quite functional, seen me through some rugged terrain.. but yours.. now that piece is a fashion statement."

Dex is ready to draw, if his friendly offer is taken the wrong way.

(Make me a charm check 2 reds and a setback)

Kaz takes the opportunity to study the Aqualish whilst Dex distracts him, what do these morons want from us... bloody rebellion always getting me into banther dung

"Grua thun, kish tosh."

Whateverthehell that means.. not reaching for his blastech, though...

Dex sees his charm is wasted upon the Aqualish enforcer, but he seems willing enough to pass their wait with a quick game.

"Great! If you're familiar with Corellian Spike, I've got the dice here, too."

"Buk-buk."

Dex deftly shuffles the hexagonal cards of the Sabacc deck, and places them on the table between them, with the pair of dice. Motioning, he invites the player to draw his cards.

"Cut first, if you like, but you're up."

This guy's eyes are impossible to read...

The Aqualish remains inscrutable, throughout the game, with only a few indecipherable guttural outbursts.

Dex's cards aren't bad, but he's thinking the only idiot in the array is seated here at this table, passively awaiting a Hutt's pleasure...

"So, what's your name..? Those are some pretty fancy optics on that piece you have, there. Do that yourself?" Dex makes some small talk, despite his opponent's reticence.

The last roll of the dice almost throws him, but the other guy seems even more displeased with the outcome.. or delighted..? I have no idea how to interpret him, really...

When he draws the Sylop , effectively ending the game, he is left holding four cards with a net value of +2. The Aqualish has five in his hand, netting him -4, decidedly further from the goal of zero.

"Hey, nice game, pal! If it's any consolation, that jacket will look waaaay better on me." The Aqualish isn't moving. "Aww, c'mon, nobody likes a sore loser..."

Somehow, Dex doesn't think the thug is too concerned about being well-liked.

He gives you a look of " I dare you to... ", but is interrupted by the establishment's majordomo.

"His eminence is currently occupied. This is his appointed deal maker."

In walks an elderly Devaronian, followed by the disfigured man. The Devorian unfolds a finely embroidered knapsack and takes out a datapad and a holoenitter.

The disfigured man grumbles something at the Devaronian about finding some fresh meat, "I'm done, I've concluded my part, we'll be leaving with those supplies!"

The Devaronian nods silently in approval.

The Aqualish eyes Dex and pops his collar leaving the room, and his cards.

After an awkward pause, "So your associates of Jabba... Yes?"

“Jabba, ha! No not associates of Jabba... but the Hutt Council? Do you know the ones in the swamps of Nal Hutta? Those we are associates of, I’m sure they would be happy to know we where well treated by Jabba”

Oh no he did not just pop his collar! Ah, well.. just wanted to pass the time, really.

"You just take care of my jacket, eh? And try to hang on to more than half-a-head."

Turning to face the majordomo, "So.. Let's make a deal, then, shall we?"

He passes you the datapad. It has a mission outline. A smuggling run to pick up a load of cargo. Low pay.

"Not an associate of jabba?"

He turns hos head sideways looking you up and down...

He grabs the datapad and pushes a couple buttons, then slides it back. The price has been adjusted downwards.

"What Hutt will endorse you?"

"Endorsements aside, I can vouch for myself, that I don't work for chee nuts . I'm a top notch flyer."

"Your presence here indicates your legal approval to indebt yourself as collateral for this mission and the failure of said mission which results in monetary losses for his eminence Jabba the Hutt, shall be immediately levied upon you. Payment of debt will made within a lunar cycle, with all applicable fees and interest applied. The Doctor submitted you for consideration of this contract in replacement of his services, your piloting skills are much appreciated but price and payment has been prenegotiated. However I'm happy to give you an application for a hearing in front of his eminence where you can plead your case."

(Make me a 2p 1s perception check yall)

Frakking lawyer-speak..

Jailbird and the Desperadoes
Description	Perception
Results	2eA+2eD+1eS : 2 successes, 1 threat [2eA=S/S, S/A] [2eD=-, F/Th] [1eS=Th]

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