Fellowship of the Dice

Rayne nods and turns back to the thug, "Given what happened to your men, I wouldn't say this is your lucky day, but it could have been a lot worse for you. Not all Mandalorians are bleeding hearts like we are. Be glad you're getting out of here with your life--and warn your friends and allies what happens when you try to take on Mandalorians." She kicks the chair out from under him so he falls to the ground as one last warning.

With the gang leader interrogated and released, the Mandalorians prepare to depart the cantina to continue their investigation and follow their leads. Standing near the cantina's door, they now must decide which lead to follow and direction to proceed.

Rayne says to the others, "Well, I'd say our next stop is talking to Zrenzo Wasnti. Should we also pick up some slicer gear and check out CrimsonNet as well?"

"Sounds like a plan," Resyr replies. He then queries his comrades. "About that slicer tech. Is anyone actually trained to a decent level at cracking electronic security systems?" The Mandalorian feels exposed. There was a chance that there would be eyes on the team for taking the offer, but having just decimated a gang in a port district bar, who knows what attention they might bring down on themselves.

The Mandalorians brush off the carbon scoring from blaster fire and make their way to the "Belt" district. The district is at the edge of the starport, so it's a close walk from the cantina.

As you enter the import shop, you ore greeted by a soft chime and a pleasant gust of environmentally conditioned air scented by exotic goods. The shop's shelves and counters are spotless, well organized, and stocked with a wide selection of luxury goods, trinkets, and unidentifiable knickknacks from all over the galaxy.

A short, olive-skinned Rodian with red-gold eyes sitting behind a polished metal counter raises his gaze from a datapad and briefly sizes you up. His face suddenly lights up with a welcoming smile. "Greetings, my friends," he says in thickly-accented Basic. "What can Krezo do for you on this fine Saleucami day?"

As if on cue, an ASP-series labor droid stomps though a pair of double doors and into the showroom,
its servos grinding. It stops and stands motionless, seemingly waiting for a command from its master.


Resyr and Rayne notice that Krezo is made visibly nervous by their presence and obvious firepower.

Rayne leans forward, so her masked face is close to Krezo's. "We hear that your the man to see about doing trade underneath the table. We have a few questions about your recent transactions--just to see if you someone we want to do business with ourselves. Now, you wouldn't happen to have traded in armor like ours recently, would you have?"

"I'm okay with computers," Lorne offers when Resyr asks about slicing. "I could slice some basic systems, but something high security is going to be above my skill level."

The Rodian shifts in his seat uncomfortably as he glances around the room. In desperation, he utters "Koochoo, bata kap da wanga" and immediately darts through a well placed door behind his previous position.

The code phase activates the the ASP-series labor droid defensive measures--surely something a fence might have in situations where he knows he's out gunned and in over his head. The droid, which outside of its reinforced manipulators, isn't designed for combat might only provide Krezo a few moments before being destroyed, but it's the chance the Rodian gladly takes in hopes he can escape into the streets and seek refuge elsewhere.
Init: Mando 1, Mando 2, Droid, Mando 3

The ASP-Series Labro Droid designated Koochoo is slow to react, but it's clear to the Mandalorians that Krenzo is using the droid to escape out the back door. They'll need to make quick work to catch the fleeing rodian.

Without a moment's hesitancy, Resyr draws his blaster and fire on the droid. "Someone makes sure the bastard doesn't escape out the back," he says to his comrades, his voice nonchalant.

"I'll get him!" Lorne shouts, moving to follow their quarry.