Star Wars Roleplay...Insidious Lies

[Beaumanoir]

OOC: Okay I'm back from Thailand. I'll try and join in as seemlessly as possible.

Te'Oma Senesca had been relatively quiet since being handed his clearance code and being told to go about his own way. Finally, after thinking through and researching the background of the bombed building, he left the living quarters towards the exits. Walking down the corridor he notices a room labelled the Armoury, and decides to see what he could equip himself with, afterall, he still had his clearance. Walking in he looked around at the shelves. Blaster pistols were scattered about amoung rifles and other occasional fire-arms. He chuckled to himself. It'd been a long time since he used a blaster. The last time he used one in a combat situation nearly resulted in death for him. He still had the scar on his arm. He abhored ranged combat. It involved too much standing still and aiming.

"This is more like it" he muttered to himself in his native Nautolan tongue. On a low shelf, towards the back in the darkness, his large black eyes saw a vibro-sword, covered in dust. Bending down to pick it up, he noticed a shorter, vibroblade resting across the hilt of the sword. 'Why not take both?' he thought. Although blasters were not one of his fortés, he could sometimes crack a lucky shot with a thrown blade, if the target stood still for long enough - but he'd still much rather get close in.

Turning again, swinging his many head bound tentacles, he walked to the entrance of the building passing guards who glanced backwards to gaze at the green-skinned man. Unsure of his destination, he left through the main doors with a cheerful nod to the guards, and the man he remembered vaguely being known as Keal. 'He seems to be having a bit more difficulty getting around than myself' he thought. Considering to stop and see what the problem was, he waited to see what was going on. He could sense that Keal was slightly agitated from the pheramones that were circulating about him. And then, quite suddenly, he felt the force flowing through Keal and realised he was also Force sensitive, like himself.

Choosing to see what was going on, he waited patiently, rather than going to intervene.



[ 04-05-2005, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: Beaumanoir ]

[shadowhound]

Bakilas decides to check the holonet to see if he can find where the Bothans are usually located. (If he can not find out by this way he will head back into the cantina in an attempt to find this info.)

[Keal]

Keal returns to the tower and notices that not one guard was at the door, but six new guards."I sure hope this works," Keal thinks as he approaches the guard, this time showing his CLEARENCE CARD [img]smile.gif[/img] "I'd like to talk to the survivor of the bombing."

[jolleyjester]

OCC: First off, great to see you joining us, Beaumanoir

[Ilander]

OOC: I'm glad we have all this straightened out Welcome to the game, Beaumanoir! I presume your trip was enjoyable?

No such luck with pinpointing any specific Bothans, or correlating them with any of the terrorist activities. The only noteworthy thing you find pertaining to Bothans is that Bothan Senator Rask Fey'lya of Bothawui is still on leave, and hasn't returned to the Senate. Note that Coruscant is a world with literally millions of Bothans. Further, not too many of them live in the lower levels.

Keal is eyed suspiciously by the guard that shot him, a glimmer of recognition crossing his face, but is allowed past---the security of these clearances has not been breached yet, so Keal obviously must have a real reason.

Keal enters the suite, noting that it is quite possibly the cleanest place he has ever seen. The walls, ceiling, and carpet are all spotlessly white, which is quite the contrast from ordinary life. Sitting on a divan with the shades drawn upon his window, Kralla T'on inclines his head to you, rises, grabs a plastic slip-cover and places it on a chair. Then, he gestures for you to sit.

"What is it that brings you here, young man? Is there anything ole' Kralla can help you with? Are you with the investigation into Ferraldy Tower?"

Eciel arrives back at the base after a long day, glad to see medical supplies and droids---the arm wound was really beginning to sting. After getting treated (full health again), he begins to walk away from the infirmiry when he notices a glimmer of something probing through the air. Reflexively, he draws himself inward, away from it, but still, he knows. There are others here who are Force-sensitive.

[Keal]

"Somewhat,yes, but one who only has a couple simple questions, like, what kind of people lived there(I know it's for mid class business men, but my character hasn't seen his datapad yet),why would someone want to bomb the place, and is there anyone there I may want to watch out for, you know maybe get some extended info from?"Keal asks to the man[i]This guy's a real neat freak[i/] He thinks to himself before Kralla T'on answered.

[jolleyjester]

The nature of this one had eluded him until now. He had seen him before, sure, but Eceil had paid no real attention to the Nautolan, or most of the others for that matter. Thanks to the days work, though, his damn sixth sense was awake and murmuring things Eceil didn’t want to hear. He could feel now that this one was a force sensitive, and that thought suddenly put a sour taste in Eceil’s mouth.
For a while he tried to ignore it, but such a thing is impossible to avoid. It scratches at the back of your mind relentlessly.
Finally, he approaches the creature with a mixed feeling of fear and curiosity. Eceil instantly find himself staring at the Nautolan’s two vibro-swords.
“Vibro-swords? Good luck.” He slowly mutters, in between grinds of his teeth. “You’re not going to find a lot of people on Courescant willing to stand still long enough for you to cut them with one of those things.”

[ 04-05-2005, 11:51 PM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]

[shadowhound]

With a frown Bakilas sends out a message on the datapad for anyone to keep a heads up for any info on Senator Rask Fey'lya of Bothawui. "Perhaps I will stick with you and check out this company who worked on the shields."

[Ilander]

OOC: Who is Bakilas sticking with? Terassk? Sorry, I guess that's the only person Bakilas is around, but I have to ask...

Keal is told a lot of inconsequential gibberish by the aging Sullustan, who seems bent on keeping him from touching anything---every time Keal's hands move from his lap, Kralla strikes at them, though he doesn't hit them very often.

Suddenly, though, he gets serious. He tells you that if want to catch who's responsible for killing nearly a million peaceful, middle-class people for the sole reason of showing the government how unprepared it is, you'd probably want to start with General Rey Larsek of the CDF. He, it seems, was the person to propose putting sheild projectors on the towers, and had many lawsuits filed against him when, four days after the installation at Ferraldy Tower began, the building was brought down by some explosion. The survivors are in the process of suing him for damages due to an incomplete job.

[shadowhound]

OOC: Yeah Terassk unless he decides he would rather attempt it alone, in which case I will think up an alternate plan.