Star Wars Roleplay...Insidious Lies

[TheGrandSlayer]

Terassk thanks the man for his information and leaves to meet Bakilas, saying "I got a good lead, says there was a reactor overload, may be some tampering with it since someone was supposed to add shield projectors, what next?"


OOC: My ass still hurts... [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[shadowhound]

"Well I heard some suspicions about the Bothans. Perhaps we should split up, you can look into the shiled prodectors etc (such as tracking down the company used in fixing the shield generators) while I look into the Bothans."

[jolleyjester]

“None of that really seems out of place. What about residence, anyone there who stood out? And what about the docking pads, you ever seen any suspicious ships landing? How about right before the explosion, did you see any ships leaving the building right before it began to explode?”

[Keal]

Keal takes the shot and dashes down the hall and dives out a window. He runs down the street and into a bar,"Well I made that a whole lot worse than it should have been." He then returns to the hide out under the city. He keeps the ID card and makes an exact copy of it, only this time with a different name,dob,etc. and laminates it,"This shood do, but first..." Keal says as he takes off his shirt and wraps up the wound,"There, he shouldn't recognize me, there's probably another guy there anyway, they work shifts right. Besides, no one really saw may face."
He returns to the building, with armour and all, after he repairs the wound and mends the damage to his clothing of course,"I'm here to check on the survivor," Keal says to the guard as he shows him the card,"I'm new."

[Ilander]

OOC: Keal, your character HAS security clearance...on the second page, I said:

Originally posted by Ilander: A lone guard yells out at the people slowly but steadily scattering to hell and back, his voice rising above the din. "YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR SECURITY CLEARANCES YET!!! WITHOUT THOSE, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" The guards pass out special data-chips to each person, except those who have already left.

The only person who had already left was Eciel.

Now, on to the roleplaying...you arrive back at the tower, and note, as you turn the corner, that there are 6 armed guards surrounding the residence now. I'm going to say that you haven't talked to anybody yet...and that you're also healed, having used some bacta while at the hideout.

Eciel, Yulo doesn't say anything else of importance---Ferraldy Tower had fairly regular traffic flow, so it was something he ignored. As a note, you'd probably want to send this data back to the base to share with everyone else.

The same goes to you two, Bakilas and Terrask; you are working with the group, and as such, need to share your data, first and foremost, in case something happens.

[jolleyjester]

OCC: Yep Ilander, I do plan to bring my info back to the group.

After listening to Yulo for a few more minutes Eceil gets up and places his blaster pistol back in his jacket.
“Thanks for your time, Yulo.”
Eceil heads over to the door, a slight hobble in his walk from the wound.
“I might come back and check on you in a week or two. Do yourself a favor and don’t go shooting at anyone else, you might get yourself hurt.”

OCC: I’ll add more tomorrow when I’m not exhausted and crunching under assignment deadlines.

[shadowhound]

Bakilas uses his datapad to send the rumours that he and Terrask picked up in the cantina, he also examines the survivor list for any names he recognises.

[jolleyjester]

Eceil sends a message to the others over the datapads, telling them that he’s finished his interview with Yulo (no specific details on it). He also suggests the group heads back to the base to plan their next move.

[TheGrandSlayer]

Terassk contemplates Bakilas' suggestion, he then says "Unfortunately, I haven't got a name of the company, prehaps I could check building records on the towers, wherever they are.

[Ilander]

That stuff is public record, and is readily available via Holonet through your datapad, Terassk. The company name is Krinth Sheilding, and is local. The company is owned and operated mostly by humans, with a few exceptions. None of its employees are Bothans, however (just in case you asked).

Bakilas has never heard of any of the survivors before in his life. Most, apparently, were middle-class businesspeople who lived comfortably, but not extravagantly.