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Post by southpaw on Sept 19, 2015 13:02:56 GMT
As you walk through the room you can feel the eyes of the nattering people follow you and as you progress you can hear the whispered conversations slowly come to a halt. A woman's voice calls out to you asking who you are and what you were doing in the kitchen. When you look over you can see a Twi'Lek who appears to be the one that questioned you. The 4 others (clearly servants from their clothing) are huddled together a bit further back. Most are staring with quite open unease bordering on fear at Tor Kirin. A few eyes are quite clearly lingering on the rifle slung across his back.
"What are you doing?" The Twi'Lek asks again
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Post by thefishofdoom on Sept 19, 2015 13:12:14 GMT
tor kirin stares at the woman's eyes.
"needed food. that a problem?"
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Post by southpaw on Sept 19, 2015 15:31:30 GMT
Dat -2 to persuasion
"When you're meant to be outside doing your job, yes. Sure you're captain would be happy to see you here eating."
She turns Aleithia. "And you. No one's meant to be in those rooms. What were you doing?"
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Post by LemonSloth on Sept 19, 2015 17:46:11 GMT
"Cleaning up, my lady. This one found his way into the larder and asked that I make sure to have cleaned up after him. I had been asked to take these towels to be cleaned."
Alaethia bows her head respectfully.
"May I proceed, my lady?"
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Post by southpaw on Sept 20, 2015 18:51:38 GMT
She eyes you suspiciously but she indicates for you to continue on your way and turns back to the others in the room. You notice her glance your way again as you carry on
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Post by LemonSloth on Sept 21, 2015 7:31:29 GMT
Alaethia nods and walks off at a pace. She throws Tor Kirin some shade, then shakes her head.
What's done is done, she thinks to herself. We're in.
As she walks, she looks for any signs or sounds that would suggest where the Chiss is.
She looks at Tor Kirin.
"Where now?" She whispers, making sure to check her environment out.
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Post by thefishofdoom on Sept 21, 2015 15:51:35 GMT
"servant's wing, undeground. heard them talking about it at the cantina earlier"
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Post by LemonSloth on Sept 21, 2015 18:16:42 GMT
Alaethia nods, looking around for a flight of stairs that would lead down.
She makes a mental note to observe Tor Kirin's skills of perception and interaction in the future. Could be useful.
"Bet you're glad I shot in your direction now, aren't you?" Alaethia whispers, flashing a slight smile.
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Post by thefishofdoom on Sept 21, 2015 18:42:12 GMT
Alaethia nods, looking around for a flight of stairs that would lead down. She makes a mental note to observe Tor Kirin's skills of perception and interaction in the future. Could be useful. "Bet you're glad I shot in your direction now, aren't you?" Alaethia whispers, flashing a slight smile. "i'm usually not fond of people shooting in my direction. good ambush skills, though, but shoddy aiming."
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Post by LemonSloth on Sept 21, 2015 20:53:24 GMT
Alaethia grins.
"Who said I was aiming?" She whispers back.
She looks around again. Where were those stairs?
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Post by southpaw on Sept 21, 2015 22:21:40 GMT
You were so wrapped up in conversation you wouldn't surveying your surroundings properly. But, wondering from room to room while you exchange pleasantries/jabs you do eventually notice a congregation of servant-looking people towards the eastern side of the building so you begin exploring the rooms as subtlety as you can and do eventually find a ramp spiralling down below the palace.
Following it down, you find yourselves in a narrow corridor with multiple empty doorways leading to tightly packed dorms and the odd supply cupboard. Before you can start to wonder where to start looking for the prisoner, you hear a muffled scream coming from beyond a door at the far end
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Post by thefishofdoom on Sept 21, 2015 23:47:36 GMT
tor kirin stands beside the doorway and listens.
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Post by LemonSloth on Sept 22, 2015 18:36:35 GMT
Alaethia presses herself back to back against Tor Kirin, pulling up her hood.
"What do you want to do?" she whispers.
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Post by southpaw on Sept 23, 2015 9:34:00 GMT
Leaning against the doorway you can hear a gruff voice cursing someone intermitted by shouts from a more feeble sounding person. It seems to you this isn't an interrogation you're listening to, just some abuse. After a particularly high pitched squeal comes from the person you assume to be the victim you can hear what you think is a third person laughing
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Post by thefishofdoom on Sept 23, 2015 12:53:51 GMT
"go in and shoot them to pieces?"
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