Rebel Uprisings - Episode II, Dreams of Liberty

[Orgaloth]

"I didn't. I booted the mynock off. Told it to get out of the hanger bay."
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[Jamfke]

He chews on the tabac stick and grumbles a moment before moving on.

"Well, we'll deal with that later. You were right, I didn't call you here to discuss your crew."

He takes a long draw and blows the smoke out slowly and then says, "There are rumors floating around the galaxy that the Emperor is building a secret weapon that will allow him to end any resistance before it even gets a chance to begin. Obviously, we want to know what it is and how to take it away from him, or at the very least how to destroy it. I know your service here is completely voluntary, but you're the best crew we've got for missions like this. Will you hunt down this secret weapon and help us stifle his plans?"
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[Orgaloth]

Qassar just sits and stares at Garm for a moment. He then leans back thoughtfully, and takes a few puffs on the tabac.

"Its a big galaxy. I'm willing to help, but I have a few things I'd like for payment. And don't start about having fixed the Dream. I dropped off weapons that I found and delivered the food to you that they paid for. I could have easily dumped the food to escape the imps but I didn't"
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"I take orders from just one person: Me!"

"You know, sometimes I amaze even myself."
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[Jamfke]

Bel Iblis sits back and sighs heavily.

"Qassar, you know we don't have a lot of funds available for our own supplies. I'm performing a massive juggling act here with what we do have."

He taps some ashes into the receptacle on the corner of his desk and then takes another drag. Smoke rolls from his lips as he speaks.

"Look, you've been nothing but a friend to me and I appreciate everything you and your crew has done for me. Tell me what you want and I'll see what I can do to acquire it."
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[Orgaloth]

Qassar leans forward, tabac held between his razor sharp teeth, and he grins at Garm,

"Ahh but here's the kicker. Its nothing you have to aquire. I want favours. Favours that can be called in at anytime."
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"I take orders from just one person: Me!"

"You know, sometimes I amaze even myself."
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[Jamfke]

Bel Iblis belts out a hardy laugh, "Qassar, anytime you need anything, it's yours!"
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[Matthias777]

[Gry Sarth]

Toba accepts the lightsaber back with an annoyed look. He turns away from Bandon without a word, going back into the lounge. As he crosses Cal, he says:

"Thanks for putting some sense into his head, Cal. I actually came here to call for your assistance, before all this havoc broke out. Now I have to hurry and hide back this saber, though I certainly smell something fishy surrounding this whole "spirit" business.."

He presses the metal box towards Cal.

"Here, hold on to this until I return. See what you can find out about it, if it can be opened. But wait for me before taking any action."

And Toba makes his way to the saber's hiding place.
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[Hellcat]

Kabakh turns to Corric

"That sounds like a nasty cough, sir. It could be the first sign of the Casisoman Phlem. It has undoubtedly mutated you know, it's now able to infect humans as well as the Casisoman. When I worked for Senator Greleriv he always said that he expected some day the phlem would start affecting other sentient species.

"Perhaps we should go to the Pergrines medical bay and have one of the doctors there examine you. Why, you could be contagious and infect my Master's crew before we depart for our next mission. Bel Iblis might even wish for you to be quarintied before you bring down your crewmates.

"I would go with you, of course, to make sure you do not infect others, but I have much studying to accomplish. But do not worry, I shall open communications with the medical bay and tell them to expect you if you wish."
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[Matthias777]

"Thanks, but no, I'm sure that won't be necessary," Corric says. "My last mission was on a fairly damp world; I seem to have picked up a slight cold. It'll pass over in another day or so, no doubt about that. If it keeps up I'll ask Mr. Llalik to check me out.

As for crewmates...I guess you've been busy studying and haven't been notified. I'm the newest member of the Dream's crew. Well, the newest living member, at least. There's another droid that's been added to the roster---the black security droid that was in here just a moment ago. Said his designation was Zerran Aphi. I'm Corric Tunlan, a procurement specialist. It seems I'll be a ship's gunner as well, as Captain Kimotot has seen fit to assign me that role."

Corric pauses, thinking. He then continues.

"I've never seen an SE-4 doing research of any sort, although the captain told me you were planning on trying something with the comm system. What exactly is it that you do?"
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[Hellcat]

"Was your last mission on Casiphyt? It is the Casisoman homeworld as I am sure you are aware. As I was lead to understand from Senator Greleriv, it is quite the damp planet. Though I would not know myself, I was only the senator's house droid for his senetorial aparment on Coruscant."

Then the comment about Corric being a member of the crew sets in.

"Oh, so you are now a member of the Master's crew? I expection congratulations are in order. Though as this ship seems to be targeted by the Imperials, I believe you may unfortunately come to regret becomeing a member of the crew.

"I would offer you a glass of Chandrilian chatane ke lure '86, but I am afraid a run in with an Imperial Star Destroyer resulted in it's destruction some time ago. More's the pitty, a four hundred credit bottle of wine lost before it could even be open. The '86 was an exquisit year, as I am sure you are familar with. Not as good as the '92 but still a very fine wine. Sadly my supply of fine ports and brandys was recent stolen, no doubt at the hands of some rather uncouth, unsophisticated Imperial officers. They doubtlessly have been drinking it down as if it were common swill.

"I'll have to procure some new bottles of my entire fine wine and alcoholic beverage list. Not that many in this crew appreciate them, but they do come in handy for trade should we need the credits.

"Do not worry, if I have fresh ingredients I will prepare a meal very similar to what you would have found in the finest resturants on Coruscant before Palpatine declared himself Emperor."

He then turns back to his stuidies, talking to Corric as he does so.

"Any SE-4 who does not do any research is a black mark on our entire line. Why we need to know which vintage of the various alcholic beverages are the best, the proper cleaning solution to get various types of blood out of white shimmer silk, what fashions are currently in style for the various functions and holidays our masters may attend. Preparing foods in the latest fashions are very important and it is important we keep as up to date as possible. There is so much we should research beyond our initial programming that for us to fail in doing so is to shame our masters.

"Though I must admit most of my kind would not be doing this type of research. This is something I requested from the Peregrine's data library in the dreadnought's lounge. As you are aware we droids are programmed not to intentionally harm a sentient being. Though stunning them is not quite the same as most sentients recover more easily from being stunned than they do a blaster burn.

"As we were so very nearly destroyed by the Imperials, I am researching methods of using communications jamming to temporarily take enemy pilots out of a battle in the hopes that it will better allow us to escape any battle. From what I have learned so far, it is theoretically possible to program communications jamming to cause an internal disembalance in the target, potentially stunning them for upwards of several minutes."
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[Jedi Skyler]

[darthomer09]

Bandon makes his way back into the lounge, letting himself fall into meditation, secretly tracking his lightsabers and Toba through the Force, their dark side aura still ebbing around him.
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[Jedi Skyler]

"Don't worry, Bandon," Cal says absently. "We'll get you your lightsabers back." Without looking he reaches his left hand down to the holster on his thigh, withdraws the lightsaber nestled there and holds it out to Bandon to clip to his own belt. "Until we restore yours to you," Cal says, his eyes and focus still on the case before him.