EliteCommander

The Depths of Deception

Hmm, I did already have Ghirn say how the team was being split, though that would be a simple edit.

The Depths of Deception

“Not long, actually.” Ghirn answered as he activated the holographic screen of the computer built into his wristband. “All of the information we gathered gave us a pretty solid lead. These rebels went through quite a lot to cover their tracks and hide their allegiances, but it seems chance is on our side for this one. The weapons they are using are of all types. Some of the more advanced ones seem to have been stolen, as they carry their registration information, but others, particularly the ballistic weapons, are entirely unmarked. We’re having others follow up on leads from the registered weapons, but for you, we have something on the unmarked guns. It seems one of their weapon shipments had been found, then tagged and allowed to go through. According to the information from the tracker, the shipment passed through the city of…” Ghirn began, checking his screen briefly. “Paris, on the Human homeworld.”

“Hmm, Paris. I know a chef from there.” Rareth commented, though she really didn’t know where she was going with the statement, as it didn’t help in the slightest.

“Indeed, they are known for their cuisine.” Ghirn commented with a slight chuckle as he closed the screen on his device. “You all will be both the investigation and strike teams. Obviously, some of your skills will apply more directly to aspects of the mission, but all of you will be needed at some point. You need to find the source of these weapons and recover any information you can on who these rebels might have been working with. Some of the information from the station is still being analyzed, but we should have some more specific information for you in a day or two.”

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

There was quite a bit happening all in the span of a few moments. Before the woman could even respond to the Mandalorian, the shirtless Human pulled out a sword, of all things, and threatened the Twi'lek that had been flirting with everyone she saw. Then, a Gungan male actually walked up to Sirka, an act which was not a common occurrence. She glanced back and forth between the Gungan, and the two drinks he had brought to the table. Observant, he seemed to be, as she did say that she respected the one serving her drinks.

"I'll allow it." Sirka commented as she took the drink, then returned her gaze to the shirtless man while speaking to the Gungan. "You know, I should really pay more attention; then I might know what's going on between those two. I would guess that she turned him down or something, but she's been flirting with every male she's come across since she got here. I can smell it on them when they walk away, and she's not lying with her offers. This guy, though, his scent is angry. Real angry."

As Sirka spoke, another woman took center stage, except she was actually trying to calm everyone down. Sirka supposed it would actually be best if the Cantina didn't turn into too much of a killing floor just yet, not until after she had secured her job. And, if this new woman was right, then more than a few of them might end up working together. Regardless, since the Human seemed to be handling it, Sirka turned back to the Gungan and continued with her drink. "I hope that guy's not going to be on my team; he seems a fool to me. Going about that all the wrong way. I don't know your kind as well as most, so I can't quite judge your scent. If you're here to try to get into a bed with me, well, you're going about it better than laserbrain-with-a-blade over there with the Twi'lek. I might like my fights, but I like my drinks even more."

Suddenly, Sirka heard a noise from her datapad. She pulled it from her bandolier and saw the coordinates to one of the hangers on the ship. It seemed like it was time to get this job started. "Well, looks like we're going to have to pick this up later." Sirka commented as she finished off her drink and stood up. "Oh, by the way, that drink you ordered is the strongest this cantina has in stock. Good luck with that." She added before heading on her way out of the cantina. On the way to the hanger, she stopped by her room to pick up the rest of her weapons and equipment. Based on how things were going so far, she felt she might need the firepower. Her primary weapon was a heavy repeating blaster cannon, which was originally meant for mounted use by Human-sized species, but she had converted it into a personal weapon for her own use. The blaster was attached by a small hose to its power cell, which she wore as a backpack. When not holding the blaster cannon in her hands, she could carry it on her back as well by clipping it to the power cell. All of her other weapons and supplies she carried in her bandoliers, or on belts, as her tough hide meant she had little need for armor, and Ssi-ruu in general did not wear clothing. When she finally arrived in the hanger bay, Sirka waited silently, much like most of the rest of this "team."

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

You know, I can't say I know the long-term ramifications of outright murdering someone in this particular situation. Guess I'll let
Sep decide.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

There were quite a few people making their way into the cantina by this point, and Sirka'ith was ignoring most of them. She usually didn't care what others were doing, as there were few stupid enough to actually make trouble with her. One advantage of her appearance was that all but the most arrogant, or most intoxicated, would pick her as a target. In all the time she had lived on Nar Shaddaa, she had never once been the target of a mugging, an impressive feat to anyone who had even passing knowledge of the Smuggler's Moon. As such, she felt no real need to be cautious in public places. Whereas some rightfully paranoid individuals might size up crowds or plot escape routes, Sirka never bothered. Her escape plan was always the same: walk straight out the front door, and crush anyone who tried to stop her.

The only time Sirka paid attention to the crowd was when it looked like something interesting was going to happen. and when the Besalisk started to bother the armored Human woman, it seemed like she would get to see just that. A good bar fight was always fun to watch, or get involved in, depending on what mood struck her. For now, though, she just turned her head towards the pair, sipped her drink, and watched the show. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, as the Besalisk was as uncoordinated as he was stupid, so the woman was able to end it in a matter of moments, followed shortly by some other guy shooting him while he was down.

Sirka grunted as she glanced down to the Besalisk on the ground. At first, she thought her entertainment was over, but then the man who shot him elected to sit down next to this "Crimson Assassin" and try the exact same thing as the Besalisk. At this point, Sirka could not help but to burst out laughing. "That's great. Men really never learn, do they?" Sirka commented loudly enough to be heard by pretty much everyone in the cantina. "Oh, and you better be intending to tip the bartender for the mess. There aren't many people I care about, but I respect the one giving me my drinks."

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

My posts are the appropriate size for the situation, whether that be a paragraph or ten. Though, I'm pretty big on word economy.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Since there was still over two hours remaining until the scheduled start of the meeting, and Avatar’s attempts at speaking with anyone local had been unsuccessful, it remained with Voira, Raa, and RK. The group wandered for thirteen minutes before stopping in an area designated as the lounge, on the same deck as the airlocks through which they arrived. It had an arrangement of aged furniture, holographic screens projected on the walls, computer terminals which were entirely unused, and a self-serve bar containing food and drink. Many of the Citadel representatives and their security details were waiting in this location, conversing among one another about the upcoming meeting. In addition to Quarian, Turian, and Human representatives, the Council had sent a few Asari and Salarian representatives to aid in negotiations. Volus business interests were also present, though they had not sent a diplomat.

Among the crowd at the lounge, Avatar saw only one group which it could not identify as a part of the Citadel delegation: two Turians, a Batarian, a Human, and an Asari. All but the Asari were in full combat armor that, unlike the group of Turians it had encountered before, was entirely uniform in model and design. Their armor was more modern than the previous group, and was all black with red accents. The violet-skinned Asari also wore combat armor, but it lacked a helmet and had a different aesthetic design. It was notably older than the other sets of armor, but with visible non-standard additions. It was primarily blue with white accents, and possessed hand-painted red designs on the chestplate similar to the white markings on her own face.

For approximately twenty-two minutes, the group stood by, silently watching the members of the Council delegation until the Asari seemed to receive a communication through her earpiece. Not many were actually paying attention to her, but Avatar could detect her response, even through the noise of the crowd.

“Wait, what? No, they are way too early. Just…I’ll deal with him later, let’s just get this going.” The Asari said before quickly prompting the rest of her group to follow her out of the lounge. Only a minute and forty-five seconds later, a Turian spoke up over the intercom system.

Attention: due to time constraints, the meeting will begin in twenty minutes, in the previously designated area. Please make your way to the main chamber now.

The announcement sparked a brief moment of heightened conversation from the crowd. From the conversations it could pick out, Avatar noticed that many of the representatives found the sudden change of schedule odd, or even rude, but nevertheless, they all started heading in the direction of the elevators after a few moments. Both Avatar and Raa would be needed at the meeting as well, but for a few brief moments, Avatar stood silent, running calculations based on the new data.

The Depths of Deception

I just need to speak with cqb about something before posting.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There are only a few things I can think of that are left to do before the trial. Finishing up the test on the toxin, and likely informing everyone waiting in that room what happened with Oswall, having Sabine see if she can confirm that the liquid in the vial is the same one that poisoned Jerrick, speaking to the other lieutenants about getting one guard from each pack, including Harriet's, to help guard her, and perform that mock search to see if Meesei can get a reaction out of Harriet. We probably don't need to RP through all of that, but we should definitely go through the mock search in IC.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei gave a slight smile. "You would get along with Lorag. If standing silently in a room with only a brief, gruff acknowledgment of the other counts as such." She commented, her demeanor shifting for only a brief moment before returning to her former, serious attitude. "At any rate, I will do what I can to keep your involvement in all of this quiet. Based on the evidence I have so far, I will not likely require your testimony during the trial. It is possible that I will, but currently, it does not seem like I will have to disclose your identity. If so, I will of course appreciate your help. But, for now, I should let you get back to your duties."

After exchanging farewells, Meesei left the room at a different time, and going a different direction than Grolak. She now had another lead to follow, though it would be some time before she could do anything with what she had learned. She needed Harriet, and other witnesses to be present when they searched her room, but Harriet could not know beforehand that she intended to perform a search. It needed to be a surprise so that Harriet would not have time to prepare a reaction. Harriet likely already expected that she would be sleeping in her room, with guards, so that would be the time to perform the search. Until then, there were a few matters she needed to attend to before the end of the day.