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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Sept 12, 2020 22:30:26 GMT -5
"Jayden. I am almost insulted. I am no mere peddler of contraband, there are layers to what I do. Layers." He protested dramatically. "If I wanted to be a common criminal I'd have gone into the family business. I'm a Mandalorian, and proud of it."
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Post by Manah on Oct 1, 2020 12:47:54 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes more or less discretely, enough to not be too overtly disrespectful while still hinting at her being mischievous.
"...Yes, and nobody else here is actually smugglers. Um, anymore. Who you really are doesn't have anything to do with the situation here. The point is, mandalorians in general often hang out with smugglers, Hutts in general often hang out with smugglers, and mercenaries in general often hang out with smugglers. It's not like the entire galaxy knows that you are specifically 'that one Hutt'. Nobody will know", she pointed out, as the ship descended outside of a small town obviously the fruit of fringers and outlaws.
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Post by Mephistel on Jan 7, 2021 20:57:20 GMT -5
Naijix
The young togruta had space out for a moment, but he had manage to catch the bigger bits and parts of the plan. Finding and confirming the presence of a rebel base on the planet under the guise of mercenaries/ smugglers. He would certainly need to look the part has his robes would not do the trick for this kind of job, and so he proceeded to do just that and changed himsef accordingly in order to ''blend in''. Hiding his lightsaber under his new garments and making sure he looked properly dress for the get up.
Once his preparations were done, he joined back with the party as they were making their descent on the planet and getting ready to land.
-Well now...anyone wants to take the lead? I'm more at ease with sneaking around...-
He said, shrugging a bit. If there was a base, he would find it. If there wasn't then, that was what it was. He looked toward the windows, looking at the small village. This planet could hide a good number of hiding spot.
--------------------------------------- 3 in agility and 2 in Int to costume myself and look the part as best as possible with what I have at my disposition.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jan 25, 2021 17:21:40 GMT -5
Zorto for his part slithered forward. "Leave it to me. Leave it to me." He said with swagger.
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Post by Manah on Feb 3, 2021 11:45:29 GMT -5
"Have fun. Gimme a call if you need me", Jayden said, staying behind to watch over the ship.
"Alright, but no need to keep a marching order. We're supposed to be random mercenaries, not military officers", Sindor pointed out.
"Let's keep a low profile. This is strictly an intelligence-gathering mission at this point. No need to draw unnecessary attention", Wray added as they walked up to, and into, the town.
Sure enough, it was a relatively seedy place, with all types of thieves, scoundrels, smugglers and other people who had much to gain from remaining anonymous. There was a basic looking spaceport, various stores and shops in various states of neglect, a couple of bars, and other establishments of ill repute and criminal dealings. Luckily, the group was dressed for the occasion, and were not really given a second look by most of these people; strangers were common in the area.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 9, 2021 0:51:42 GMT -5
Zorto decided to try and draw the rebels to him. He had a plan as he went into the nearest cantina or other hangout.
"Man... F*** the Empire!" He blurted out loudly. "How's a guy supposed to get any damn work in this galaxy if you can't go anywhere without fifteen bureaucrats up your a** trying to make you shell out credits for a permit, and that's if they're not trying to confiscate all your gear, am I right!?" He yelled. "Man! I'd like to see one of those Imperial officers try and take me on right here, and now! I'd sure as hell show him what his authority means to me!"
2 stones in social skills to basically make a loud ass of myself in public by going on a huge anti-imperial rant in hopes of getting a Rebel recruiter to come to me.
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Post by Mephistel on Feb 18, 2021 18:49:55 GMT -5
Naijix
Once they landed on the planet, Naijix simply lift a hand toward the group before heading out on his own way. There was one place he wanted to head to and it was the market. Apparently his colleague was heading to the nearest tavern, so he would tackle on the market. Once he got there, he would walk around the place, not that it would be big, but there was bound to be one, no matter how small and would browse around while blending in and trying to eavesdrop on any interesting conversation he might find.
———————————————————- 4 into black ops to blend in and not attract too much attention,
4 into Int to find the market, if there is one, if not, listen to people’s conversation .
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Post by Manah on Feb 24, 2021 8:40:02 GMT -5
Wray and Baran Dur, seeing the others head off on their own, shrugged and decided to investigate elsewhere. Sindor nodded at Naijix when he left for the market, deciding to instead head into the cantina with Zorto in case things got rowdy.
While the Hutt moved to put on his show, the former Zeison Shaw warrior instead quietly ordered a drink and sat out of sight to observe the situation and listen to conversations. But the man couldn't help but smirk when his fellow agent made his little speech. Interestingly enough, it seemed the Hutt had found the right kind of crowd for his rethoric, as multiple men around the cantina raised their drinks and cheered.
"Damn right!" said one.
"To hell with the Empire! Greedy-ass bastards!" said a nearby Duros.
"If they want my stuff, I got a blaster with their name on it", grunted a poorly dressed thug nearby.
One thing was for sure, he'd successfully drawn attention.
Meanwhile, Naijix did manage to locate the market. It was fairly easy, actually, for this city of criminals had a strong business going of both illicit, typically regulated and simply uncommonly available items, so the aforementioned market was surprisingly large, with many sellers, buyers, and customers of all (shady) types moving about. It didn't take long for him to be bothered by street vendors attempting to sell him various types of questionable food and drinks. A Sullustan was following him, speaking frantically in his species' language, before running off.
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