Nar Shaddaa

Absolved of recidivism in cheating the last time she played, the Red Wraith came in for her daily dose of sabacc. She took a new table and waited for it to fill.

A togrutan tourist walked up to the table, wearing a 'What happens in Naar Shaddaa stays in Naar Shaddaa' t-shirt proudly. She did not seem to know how the game was played

The Wraith because of being the Wraith, the Togruta because of the beginner's luck - they both got lucky, though in the end their cautious betting brought them only moderate gains.

LM7. Gambling, Tier 2, Moyr & Baes. 250 each. Cheating. Deception. Mask Pip. Assistance.: 2eP+1eA+2eB+1eF+1eC+2eD 3 successes, 1 threat, 2 Light Side


[Canceliing Threat with Dark Pip]
[Baes & Moyr: +250 net each]

The togruta whistled at her gains and promptly made her way to change the tokens

So did the Wraith, after a while. They did meet a few alleys away sometime later.

"Just in time. My pockets have been drying up all too quickly lately."

''I understand that all too well'' she say with a nod before scratching her chin to think

''Say, could I ask a favor? I have an original Vera Hawke costume to sell...it need not be today but soon would be good.''

"You want to pawn it? We can try right now, being around here."

She let out a sigh ''Later...right now it would be better to find the pieces for a drone''

She smirked ''A drone filled with stun grenades''

"I'd prefer a recon one first so we can draft a real plan how to get there. A bait drone may be its second purpose, later." Moyr chuckled. "All right, tell me what you'll need and I'll try to find you those parts."

''Hmmm'' she strokes her lekku while in thougth

''I think I have enough for most of the core...but I would need more specialised circuits''

"Why hyes do please tell me about these probes... and everything apprentice... Baesal Zyn... I am so pleased to meet you Jedi," she grins deviously approaching the table as music plays in the background.


OOC: Flipping a Republic Destiny.

''I am indeed Baesal Zyn, the pleasure is mine...Might I ask who you are?'' she says, tilting her head

"This is Lord Zhorrid, Baes. Greetings, my lord. We're conceptualising a device that would allow for remote exploration of brackish waters and swamps on Nal Hutta." Moyr replied, bracing inwardly for the moment. "Would you like to join us? A drink, perhaps?"

"You smell of weakness and failure," she says to Baesal.

Zhorrid says, "A drink would be good."

At that Baesal replied almost automatically ''I need to change deodorant then''

A...well

Moyr ordered one Port in a Storm for Zhorrid.

"She has her applications, my lord. She's technically ingenious. We don't have anyone of comparable skill with our delegation here."

"Her weakness will only drag you down... she has rage and anger and fails to harness it truly," the Sith says lifting the cup to her lips.

She drinks it down and adds, "Better to feed her to the Bangkorian sharks."

Well here comes the same old sith drivel

She was clearly not included in the conversation but was not surprised that much by Darth Dum-Dum's ideas

"If she can't turn her emotions into strength she did us a favour by defecting, and being weak she is no threat. Hence her technical skills can be exploited as long as I can command her emotions. I don't have the abundance of power you possess, my lord, so I have to make do and avoid wastefulness." Moyr replied, ordering another Port for Zhorrid. It was one of the most potent beverages, allegedly, so Moyr was curious how it could affect her.

"Useless things should be disposed of," she says looking to Baesal. "Maybe we can improve her... cut a smile on that face?"

She looked back at Zhorrid ''Do you have a comedy routine?''

She ordered the same drink for Lady Eye-liner

Fuck this, I am going Layne.

I am sorry, Baes.

Moyr rose quickly with the intent to upbraid Baes by wrestling her down.

In retrospect, that was to be expected.

She tried to resist but she knew that without her lightsaber Moyr would win in a fight...and she certainly won't draw her saber over this

''Siths don't have humor, I guess'' she said with her face to the ground

"Oh, we do, it's just a lot darker than your farcical attempts to be amusing. You'll make me those drones, pseudo-Jedi, because I don't think you'll outlive your usefulness." Moyr pressed the montrals to the floor.

"Oh this is amusing," Zhorrid giggles.