Star Wars Roleplay...Insidious Lies

[Ilander]

"No, no one here except for you, stinking dog!" Yulo spits at you through the pain.

Bakilas and Terassk walk out of the building, careful to stick to streets and alleys that are partly lit, so as to both not draw attention to themselves and to avoid possible detection. After wandering for nearly an hour, they finally make it into a seedy cantina called "The Bottom Feeder," populated with the scroungiest low-lifes that one could imagine. Most didn't really even resemble the species that they were---humans sported tumors, or surgically implanted horns. Several cyborgs, modified for combat, roam about the bar; even a few Jawas can be seen in the crowd. There are Sabacc and a few Dejarik games going on, though every so often, they get unruly.

Barrick fires up the airspeeder's repulsorlift, and steers it out, angling sharply upward. In all honesty, he flies kind of recklessly, zipping in and out of spaces that he shouldn't have even been near as he flies upward, Joneth flopping back and forth against his restraints through the higher g turns. Finally, they get up to relatively free airspace, and angle off toward the Senate.

[shadowhound]

Bakilas decides to seperate himself from Terassk while in the cantina, he makes his way to the bar to see what he can overhear.

[jolleyjester]

“Stinking dog? Fair enough, call me what you will but your still going to answer my questions. Now then, any particular reason you decided to start shooting at me?”

[Ilander]

"DOES IT MATTER? I shot at you! You are still in a position of self defense. I will shoot at you again when you leave! Shoot me now, or I'll kill you!" Yulo shouts at Eciel, his head-tails twitching violently.

Bakilas slightly regrets going over to the bar; nothing but exceptionally gruesome stories are being told, the criminals laughing at their heinous acts. After a few minutes, and a couple of drinks, Bakilas happens to hear some mutterings about 'someone or something moving into the old Carracks Incorporated Manufacturing Center.' That conversation spreads like wildfire, until at least fifteen people are discussing it. Many theories are exchanged, though thankfully, the truth is still the most absurd.

After a little while, and some conversations praising the Hutts over the 'Sithspitting Bothans,' the incident at Ferraldy Tower is mentioned, the patron saying he wouldn't be surprised a bit if the Bothans had perpetrated that.

[jolleyjester]

Eceil pauses, looking the Twi’lek in the eyes for a long moment before grabbing him by the throat and pulling him into a chock hold.
“I’m not here to end this miserable little existence of yours, Mr. Ont, but you’re making that very hard for me. I was already in a bad mood before you started shooting at me -and I want to make this very clear now- I have an entire list of other witness to go to if you don’t want to help me out. So here’s the way were going to do this. I’m gona ask you a question, your going to answer it if you don’t want to be screaming in pain. Now then, why did you just try to kill me?”

[Ilander]

"I wanted you to kill me," Yulo sobs, his lekku limp. "I tried to kill you to provoke a reaction, so that you'd kill me. Now why are you here?"

[jolleyjester]

Eceil’s little adventure with the force earlier that day still carried its reverberations. Even now the thing hung over his thoughts, like a thick fog he couldn’t rid himself of. It spoke to him about his surroundings and told him that Yulo was in misery, that he had been in misery for a while and that his spirit itself was burned. It gave Eceil a moment of weakness, a pause where his mind could do nothing but focus on the creature writhing in front of him.
He had a feeling Yulo had just lied to him, but it wasn't worth arguing over yet. He lets go of the Twi’lek, allowing the alien to back up into a corner where it sputters and gasps for breath. Eceil still points the pistol at him, but his voice no longer carries the aggressive tone it use to. “I’m here to avenge your wife and kids. I’m here because I think you can help me find the people that killed them.”

[ 04-02-2005, 07:14 PM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]

[shadowhound]

Bakilas slides from the bar and moves over to the patron who mentioned the bombing, "Hey there friend, let me buy you a drink."

[Keal]

ooc:you said to feel free to join and say you've been silent this whole time, so if you have any objections on me joining I'll delete this post.


With all this Keal keeps thinking to himsself about solutions to this whole mess,"Where would they hit next?" He figures would be the best way to stop the enemy. "What kind of building was that place(ooc:com'on help me out here), what kind of people worked there? Hmmm... I'd better ask around" Keal thinks as he walks to the armoury."I'll need a disguise to get around, these places have gotta be guarded. I'll bet they won't let anyone in unless they have direct orders or permission from the senate, and since we're supposed to be secrative." he thinks as he grabs the armor and a couple guns and takes a speeder to an appartment building where one of the victems are supposed to be living.

When he gets there he walks up to a guard outside and says,"I'm to check and see how he's doing," hoping the guards will fall for the disguise and let him in.

[jolleyjester]

OCC: Welcome aboard. Good to see another joining us. Heres to a thousand more.