Prelude: The Grand Design

[Hermit]

Onichi, like Cander is similarly impressed by Vashu's skills at work, miming a congratulatory clap in recognition of the Togrutan slicer's success. "Sounds like a capital idea," replies the Pantoran encouragingly at Vashu's urging to continue their stealthy progress towards their intended destination.

[ManWithDoor]

"I'm on board." He pauses, wincing at the bad humor. "Well, let's get aboard, and away from this dump." He keeps his eyes peeled for any guards turning back, or other signs that they have security incoming.

[Vardaen]

The three dart through the security check point, which is now unmanned. You race across the open yard toward the various hangers. Cander points the way, leading the three of you as you race across the open space. You dart through one of the open doors that leads into a round building where the ship is parked. You enter through one of the doors and pause a moment, there across the bay is Cander's ship. It is not very impressive, nor very large.

[ManWithDoor]

Cander points to his ship. "She's not much, but she can fly. And that's a lot more than I can do by flapping my arms and hoping. She'll get us off planet and somewhere else."

[Muskrat]

"That sounds like a good start," says Vashu. "Let's move before someone figures out what we're up to."

[Vardaen]

"You!"

There is a shout, a slightly modulated voice through a mask filter shout.

"You! What are you up to? This area is closed down."

Four figures, one in the lead, moves into view from around the side of the ship.

Their white armor is unmistakable.

[Muskrat]

Vashu puts her hands in the air and says, "What? Really? We didn't see any guards or anything. I'm sorry--we didn't mean to break any rules. We were just in a bit of a rush because we find out an old friend of ours is very ill, well, really, on his death bed." She lets some of the very real grief she feels onto her face. "I'm sorry--we just want to be able to see him before it's too late." She's lied online often enough--it flows into face-to-face contact easily enough. She doubts the storm troopers will let them on Cander's ship in response to a sob story, but it might lead them to let their guard down and buy them some time.

Action

Cunning/ Deception: http://orokos.com/roll/540192: 1eP+2eA+2eD 3 successes, 1 threat

[Vardaen]

One of the Stormtroopers lowers his weapon some, "How did you even get in here? Those damn guards are useless at the gate." The others nod, looking their noses down at the locals, "Useless," one agrees.

"Doesn't matter what your problem is, all traffic into and out of this spaceport is shut down by Imperial order. You aren't going any place." They basically lower their weapons, believing your story, and thinking you no thread.

One of them steps forward a bit, tilts his head, "Hey, do I know you?" He's clearly eyeing Vashu now with intent.

[ManWithDoor]

The smuggler plays delibrately obtuse, playing along. "Maybe. I dock here frequently." He points at the small freighter. "That's mine right there. You said we can't leave, and that's fine. Can I at least get my stuff out of my locker? I hadn't anticipated staying this long, and a man needs more than a couple changes of clothes to live on."

OOC

Continuing our Deception rolls, trying to thoroughly confuse / distract them, so when this devolves into combat we get some solid bonuses to start.

[Muskrat]

Vashu says to the storm trooper, "Ah, maybe? Storm troopers sometimes take a little R&R with me, but I can't tell if you're one of them with the helmet on. Or maybe you saw me with one your buddies." She puts on a performance of trying to appear saucy and seductive, but deliberately failing because she's distracted by grief. She wipes tears from her eyes, and says, "Sorry--not in the mood for that now, but, yeah, if we could get our belongings off the ship, maybe I can pay you back later on."