Nar Shaddaa

Moyr wasted enough time on the bodies. Maybe the databads were retrievable maybe not, but there likely had been more assailants who were similarly equipped - as living bombs. And they had to escape somewhere. So she paced down the city when the trail was still fresh. She used the perfect cover she was getting to send an alert signal to Craw, with coordinates.

ME2. Stealth in the Shadow Town.: 2eP+1eA+1eB+2eD 3 successes

craw made his way to shadow town. He didn't have to try as much to look mean and intimidating as usual when he was in a shithole like this. Yesterday's drinking was still gnawing his brain. He was equipped in full armor and weaponry as he walked down the shadowy streets.
"You called?" He grunted once he reached Moyr's position.

"There was an assassination. N'ventas and his people are dead. I want to know who's behind it, so I've picked up the trail before it will dry up. Those guys have bombs on them, so I thought you could be of use." She said quietly, stepping out of the shadows just a little.

Craw, go ahead and make a stealth roll too at the same difficulty.

[I use my additional successes to cover him, as per book.]

Craw sighs and shakes his head. "Just came back from salvaging what I could from his operation..." He pauses. "Now what do you need me to do?"

The duo came across a small group of emboldened protesters in Shadow Town. "We can fight back for our home, Shadowtownas! Da Hutts can do nothing to stop us!"

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My bad on the Stealth; you're right. Anyways, you can choose to either scope out the area or approach the crier immediately.

"Cover me up from where you are once I get out to chat with those."

Before she went out, she observed the context of the group if something was not lurking in the shadows.

ME2. Perception.: 1eP+2eA+2eD 1 success, 1 advantage


[Advantage for more context/detail.]

The speech continued to be the same rhetoric. What was more interesting was that the loudest, most vocal supporter, was approached by an evocii in a hoodie. After a few exchanged words, both of them walked away from the crowd, the pair separating shortly after.

"Yes ma'am." Craw grunts. As the sith left, Craw set up in a firing position, aiming at the group of people. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur" He whispers under his breath.

Moyr decided not to blow their cover but to follow the Evocii from the shadows, gesturing Craw to follow her.

Craw got up and ran after her.

The evocii did not go far. He went back to his 'perch' and kept his attention focused on the group's proceedings.

Moyr approached him quietly, gesturing for Craw to stay a little behind, by one of the possible escape routes. While near, she spoke softly.

"I killed a Hutt when I was thirteen. I think you'd like to talk with me, my friend."

ME1. Deception. Influence. Mask: +1 Dark Pip.: 2eP+1eA+1eF 1+1 success, 2 advantage, 1 Light Side


[Potential conversion of Light Side once difficulty is rolled.]

The evocii looked around and then nodded. His expression was not of happiness but rather determination. "We can talk another time then, friend." He laid out a path of directions. "Go there and talk to someone. It does not matter who. Use the word 'bowcaster' and end your sentence with 'nerfherder.'"

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D2 ME Check against Discipline, 1 Setback due to not being from Shadow Town: 2eD+1eS 0 successes, 1 threat

She nodded. "I am from Ryloth, and my planet's future is Evocar's fate if I do nothing. I will do as you tell me. Thank you. Tell your people that you have allies in the dark." She quietly withdrew, gesturing for Craw to do the same. Once away, she whispered. "Back to the original plan..." She looked for a group of those engrossed in revolutionary zeal that were relatively isolated.

Craw gave the evocii a long look from behind his helmet, and then quietly followed the sith out.
"Yes, ma'am." Craw heads back to the original vantage spot to look out for Moyr.

The location did not seem different from any other in Shadow Town. There were a few individuals loitering about but otherwise it was not distinct.

Moyr went out, and looked lost.

"Where's that damn furball! Have you seen the guy? Tall wookie, angry, carrying an old bowcaster. I tell you, less reliable than a kriffing nerfherder!"

A few of the onlookers stared at the red twi'lek. "What is your problem?" he asked before shaking his head and walking away.

For the time being, nobody appeared.

She leaned against the wall opposite to craw and pretended to be disorientated while closely monitoring the shifts in the surroundings.

From time to time, individuals came, stating similar phrases as Moyr. However, still there was no apparent success. Many of the newcomers spat on the ground and continued on their way but a few lingered, looking around just like Moyr.

The Red Wraith chose to be patient, though with the passing time the way she leaned against the walls, twiddled with her lekku and shifted weight may have been drawing some attention.

At one point, a frail, skinny woman approached Moyr. She held up her head high but it was clear she was weak from being malnourished. "Have you ever fired a bowcaster before? I hear it's a weapon for nerfherders."

"On the other hand, blurrg herders need no weapons." Moyr quietly replied, doing little else.