Well, I've been taking my sweet time posting anything so it's my bad.
Uncertain of this Sarkan's identity, Dade fell back on one of his oldest techniques - strategic inebriation. Exhaling hard enough that the Sarkan could taste the alcohol, Dade ever so slightly slurred his words, "Heey, friend. I'm not sso shure I'm in the right place. Lasst I knew I was told to leave the canntina and I've been trrying to get home sinnce. Halp a brother out? Life hass been hard since that bootiful barkeep sicced her bouncer on me!"
The Sarkan relaxed visibly, his hand coming out of his pocket. He made a little gesture with his other hand. "I know the feeling ssstranger," he remarked. "You mussst be talking about Xanya." He spat the name out as though trying to cleanse his mouth of a bad taste. "Ssshe is a devil through and through." The reptilian humanoid shrugged and scanned around. "You ssshould probably move along though, friend. Thisss isss private property after all."
Dade shrugged and glanced around for an exit with his glazed eyes, "Never got her name, as forward talking as I was. Well, I'll be seeing you!" With that he turned to the direction of the opened door, but plausibly close to where he thought the exit might be.
I was about to post the other night but my phone died and I passed out. I'm fired.
Dade made his way toward the maintenance door he thought he'd heard open. As he stumbled toward it he heard a commlink beep from the direction he'd left.
He tried the door. Locked.
The Sarkan rounded the corner, pistol drawn in one hand, commlink in the other. "Give it to me," he said.
Dade turned slowly to the sound of the Sarkan's voice, hands up and level with his head, shoulder width apart. He still attempted to feign drunkenness while preparing his body for an altercation. He kept very well aware of his lightsaber's position, understanding that he'd need to pull it quickly if this situation worsened more than it already had.
Let's take the Deception option, which was followed closely by the Lightsaber option - but I don't want to kill anyone I don't have to...until I have to. The odds are not in my favor.
Dade let out a sigh ending in a hiccup, shrugging again at the Sarkan. "I don't have any more smokes, if that's what you're asking. Why don't we just calm down with the blasting and reach a mutually beneficial conclusion, friend?"
The Sarkan gestured with the gun. "I know you're the courier, human. Placcce the cylinder on the ground and walk away. It would be unfortunate if Xanya lossst her errand boy."
Given the stakes at place and avoiding indiscriminate violence, Dade dropped the act and stared into the sarkan's eyes. "I will give you what you desire if you promise me safe passage. I respect the craft behind Sienar, and both of our lives. I have no quarrel with you."
Upon greeting that scaled smirk, Dade truly considered lashing out with a Soresu strike, but calmed himself. Calling attention to a cauterized limb wouldn't be prudent this early in his mission, and he couldn't help but see Dermond's judgement. He carefully removed the cylinder from a concealed pocket and bent down to lay it gently on the floor. Another thought to quickly disarm the sarkan crossed his mind, but Dade stood back up and dusted his hands off, signifying that he was finished. A split second later, he nudged the cylinder with his boot in order to let it roll across the floor to his almost-friend.
The Sarkan nodded and picked up the cylinder, backing away slowly. "Appreccciate doing busssinesssss with you. Give my regardsss to Xanya," he said, saluting with the blaster before rounding the corner.
What's the plan, @Fuselage ? Just give me an indicator and I'll narrate the scene transition.
I figure sneaking out of there and getting back to the room to relay the story to Dermond would make the most sense. He'd emphasize the "but I didn't really do TOO much bad stuff" angle to his brother.
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Uncertain of this Sarkan's identity, Dade fell back on one of his oldest techniques - strategic inebriation. Exhaling hard enough that the Sarkan could taste the alcohol, Dade ever so slightly slurred his words, "Heey, friend. I'm not sso shure I'm in the right place. Lasst I knew I was told to leave the canntina and I've been trrying to get home sinnce. Halp a brother out? Life hass been hard since that bootiful barkeep sicced her bouncer on me!"
The Sarkan relaxed visibly, his hand coming out of his pocket. He made a little gesture with his other hand. "I know the feeling ssstranger," he remarked. "You mussst be talking about Xanya." He spat the name out as though trying to cleanse his mouth of a bad taste. "Ssshe is a devil through and through." The reptilian humanoid shrugged and scanned around. "You ssshould probably move along though, friend. Thisss isss private property after all."
I was about to post the other night but my phone died and I passed out. I'm fired.
Dade made his way toward the maintenance door he thought he'd heard open. As he stumbled toward it he heard a commlink beep from the direction he'd left.
He tried the door. Locked.
The Sarkan rounded the corner, pistol drawn in one hand, commlink in the other. "Give it to me," he said.
is a fiendly fellow
:cool:
The reptilian humanoid put a blaster shot at the ground in between Dade's legs. "Give me the cccylinder, human. I won't asssk politely again."
Charm - 2 red 1 purple 1 black
Deception - 2 red 1 purple 2 black
Coercion - 2 red 1 purple, plus two boosts if you reveal you're a Jedi
You could also dissuade him through other, more violent means (standard combat check) though you will likely take some conflict (The Renegade option)
Geth, roll 2eP+1eA+2eC+1eD+1eS for Deception
Please narrate an appropriate "we're fine, we're all fine here now... how are you?" moment
The Sarkan gestured with the gun. "I know you're the courier, human. Placcce the cylinder on the ground and walk away. It would be unfortunate if Xanya lossst her errand boy."
Given the stakes at place and avoiding indiscriminate violence, Dade dropped the act and stared into the sarkan's eyes. "I will give you what you desire if you promise me safe passage. I respect the craft behind Sienar, and both of our lives. I have no quarrel with you."
The Sarkan nodded and gestured with his blaster to the ground. "Placcce it on the ground and you may go. Perhapsss Xanya will be... underssstanding."
There was a glint in the reptilian's eye and a smirk on his maw that did not put the Jedi at ease.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30UZbPAspUA
The Sarkan nodded and picked up the cylinder, backing away slowly. "Appreccciate doing busssinesssss with you. Give my regardsss to Xanya," he said, saluting with the blaster before rounding the corner.
What's the plan, @Fuselage ? Just give me an indicator and I'll narrate the scene transition.
"Xanya will remember this..."