Star Wars Roleplay...Insidious Lies

[Dron_Cah]

Joneth walks over to one of the speeders, getting into the passenger side, and putting his blaster under the seat. (Weapons are not allowed in the place he plans on going.) He opens his datapad, and begins typing furiously.

[ 03-30-2005, 01:08 PM: Message edited by: Dron_Cah ]

[TheGrandSlayer]

Terassk looks at the speeder, then says "Well, I guess I could hit up the local cantinas, I need a drink anyway," with that he looks for some sort of... Public transportation

[shadowhound]

Bakilas grabs a vibro-blade and smiles. He then looks at Terassk, "I was about to head out to a few cantinas, shall we travel together or should we split them up between the two of us?"

[Ilander]

A human male, one of the squad, walks up to Joneth's speeder.
"Need a driver? I was listening in back there, figured I'd go along with you. The name's Barrick Gren."

[ 03-30-2005, 06:43 PM: Message edited by: Ilander ]

[Dron_Cah]

Scowling at Terassk, Joneth turns to the guard, "Sure, Barrick, glad to have you along."
With a final scowl back at his Trandoshan companion, Joneth turns back around, and returns to typing away at his datapad.

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[jolleyjester]

OCC: At this point Eceil still thinks the only way to get the information he needs is to do a little shady work. He doesn’t know that Republic has given any clearance to this unsanctioned work.

Grinning at the receptionist he pulls his hands out of his jacket, obviously lacking his press card. The man had given Eceil what could become a lead without intending to do so, but even with this hint he still didn’t have the contact information he came for.
Eceil could see now that the last ten years of his life far away from the core worlds had put a dent in his skills. The old Eceil would have never got himself in a stupid position like this.
Stupid position or not, though, he wasn’t going home empty handed. With a sickening moment of clarity he realizes that his “talents” could perhaps save him an embarrassment today.

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[Ilander]

"Yes, sir, we have that happen all the time," he says. "All I have to do is check with your employer to make sure that you're working for them...I'll just send a query their way."
Eceil fidgits uncomfortably, knowing that he hasn't attempted anything like this in years, and still kind of bitter about the circumstances around his education in The Way. None of that mattered now, though. Here he was, in need of a certain result, with the means to produce it. He takes the chance, coercing their mind into believing they saw the confirmation that they did not. Eceil, successful but still disappointed in himself, is led to the detective's office, where he is given the information he sought.

[jolleyjester]

With a list of survivors on his datapad he exits the police office, taking note of the security cameras that had watched the reception room silently. Any concern their presence could have given him was over powered by the wave of nausea he was feeling. It had been a while since he had tasted the skills of his past and having dragged that slithering worm of a talent to the surface of his mind had disturbed him more then he thought it would of. It was going to take a lot of drinks tonight to rid himself of it again.
Eceil decides to try and reach a few of the survivors by himself. He forwards a copy of the contact list back to the hideout though incase any of the others want to take a look at it.

[Ilander]

OOC: Everyone has a datapad, now synchronized with the central computer bank. Thus, everyone gets a copy of this list.

[TheGrandSlayer]

Terassk returns Joneths scowl with a glare and a mutter of "What the hells did I do?" he then turns to Bakilas "I think we should stick together, I don't want either of us to end up dead in an alley."