It Just Isn't My Day [LM5]

[Moyr Ahaya]

...And she got thrown out, for cheating. And fined for it. This was one unlucky day. Masked Moyr didn't linger near the establishment but began a slow walk back to her ship, brooding.

LM5. Gambling. Betting 500 (Tier 2). Deception (Cheating). Influence. Mask: +1 Dark Pip: 2eP+1eA+1eF+1eC+2eD 1 failure, 1 advantage, 1 Despair, 1 Light Side


[-600 Creds]

She was getting no reprieve.

LM5. Cool.: 3eA 0 successes, 5 advantage

[Nekoinu]

"Red Wraith! Red Wraith!" Zios hollered after her. He sprinted up to her, apparently oblivious to her current brooding. "Hi, hi, hello there!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

It was time to push some thoughts aside. Moyr turned to face him.

"Ah, Mr Thran! What a pleasant surprise. How are you?"

[Nekoinu]

"I am quite well, quite well! And you? I can't see your expression behind that mask of yours. You could be thinking about killing me for all I know!" A pause. "That would be quite unpleasant!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I rarely kill without a good reason, Mr Thran, so you should be all right." She chuckled. "But I am angry. This Moon is squeezing me dry. I just had a very unfortunate game of sabacc."

[Nekoinu]

The Duros nodded. "Good to know, on all accounts! I'd offer to give you money but not giving handouts is Rule Number One of this system! Or maybe it's Rule Number Two. Number Three?" He shrugged. "Sabacc is hard stuff. Gambling in general is! I like to have sure things, like my job!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I don't mind a bit of effort if it is corresponding with my competence and well-paid." She mused, paying closer attention to the man.

[Nekoinu]

Zios stared at her for a moment before a realization sprang to him. "Ah! You're looking for work! Hm, hm, hm, interesting!" Another long pause. "Smuggling? No, no, I think that would take too long. You're a very busy woman."

He thought on it long and hard until he finally smiled. "Red Wraith?! Are you particularly attached to your lightsaber?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Extremely so. The very question constitutes a reason, Mr Thran, so be careful, please." She said evenly.

[Nekoinu]

"Curses." He held up his hands. "I've always wanted to try one out. But I've been told again and again, 'a lightsaber is a personal weapon.'"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You've been told correctly. You could technically build one, it's not that hard, but would you wager your life on someone seeing you carrying it and taking you for a Jedi or a Sith? Killing you is fair game then. In addition, I've heard there are some hunters of Force-users in the Shadow Town these days, some crazy Nikto cult. A bit of fun but a lot of problems, Mr Thran."

[Nekoinu]

"It's not the same. I mean yours would have been doubly awesome, given how cool you are." He sighed. "I only wanted to try it for a second! There was a Jedi who upgraded her lightsaber with my materials and she totally shot me down."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"My sabre is more or less complete. It needs no further upgrades unless a rare crystal comes into my possession." She mused. "And it's awesome, I agree. So magnificent I probably should charge for even seeing it. After all, most of those who saw it didn't live to tell the tale."

[Nekoinu]

"You charge them by looting their bodies, don't you? Waste not, want not, so they say!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I refuse to comment on that, Mr Thran." Moyr chuckled, shifting her position. "Maybe you long for your own sabre because you are secretly sensitive with the Force? Should I check it?" She outstretched her hand.

[Nekoinu]

"Oh now that would be cool! Sure, sure!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr said nothing, just pushed forth, driving darkness into Zios' mind to check what's in there.

LM5. Sense. Is Zios Force-sensitive? Mind-reading.: 1eF 1 Dark Side


[2 Dark Pips]

[Nekoinu]

The answer may have disappointed the Red Wraith. Zios' connection to the Force was like any other mortal, insignificant compared to one such as herself.

[Moyr Ahaya]

But she pressed on, wanting to see what was in the mind of this man.

LA5. Discipline vs. Zios: 2eA+1eC+1eD 1 success, 1 threat


[+1 Strain]

[Nekoinu]

Zio's mind was rather chaotic, just like his speech. His mind, at the moment, was filled with what he had watched on holovids regarding Jedi and Sith. Never was he participating in the battles; it seemed he simply enjoyed watching the battles.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Ah, so you're into the lighstabre battles you watch so much on the holovids. You must be pretty excited about Huttcon then." She mused, withdrawing her hand. She wondered how a man with mush in his brain could conduct a successful business. "Or you really root for more of a close-up demonstration?"

[Nekoinu]

"I love going to Huttcon every year," he confirmed, "I don't really have the talent for it. And last time, the judges scolded me for bringing an actual prototype weapon and firing it. No one died. Just a few people got maimed."

He nodded. "I can't say I've ever been up close to one. I've shot at Jedi before, mind you, but usually got away or killed them!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You killed a Jedi, Mr Thran? And got away with it?" Now he had Moyr's attention.

[Nekoinu]

The Duros nodded. "Yup! I shot him many times! Sure, he deflected a good amount of them, but I got him eventually! You know, back in the day, I was a great mercenary! But somebody told me all the head trauma wasn't good for me!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"But I see your heart still goes out to those merc days." She said with amusement. "Did you come into the possession of the lightsabre of that Jedi?"