Post by kairus on Aug 30, 2010 20:03:42 GMT -5
IC:<Deep Space, somewhere between the outer rim and the core> <Tex/crew>
The Lady Profit moved through the lanes of hyperspace between Weld-Hulks G12 and J19. Cargo safely in hold and a bounty safely away in the holding cells, the haul for this would ensure that, while it gave them something to do and in some cases diversion, they wouldn't have to worry about credits for a while.
"That makes...I believe 19 wins for me this day, Crunch." Tex tapped a set of coordinates in on a small keypad in front of him. On the Divorian holochess table in front of him, one army moved in in a three-pronged assault, pinching and snuffing out the little holographic troopers on Crunch's side of the board. "Really, it defies my processors as to why you insist on blitzkrieg tactics every time. It only really works once against a wise opponent." He tapped a square to the exposed Emperor piece, the fifteenth one of this game, making Tex the winner. As Crunch grumbled and the holochess board powered down, Tape entered.
"This is worth taking note of." The small droid scratched at the top of the squashed dome that made up his head. "Word on the grapevine says the Drayans hired some mercenaries to check something out on Omwat. The Drayans are denying it to Maw and back, which usually indicates that if they had their hands any further in this cookie jar they'd be scraping porcelain."
"Omwat? Didn't that planet have a city suffering from some sort of presumably induced madness?"
"Seems this group must have fixed it. Traffic around Omwat has resumed normalcy, all their bureaucracy and bills aside."
Tex put a metal-clawed hand to his optic. "Oh yes. That time they tolled us for using a hyperspace route too near their planet. Took Falla a week to get it through that just because their planet was in proximity to the lane this time of the year doesn't mean they can try to levy fees on those they think ignorant. I still question the prudence of five thousand credits spent to protest a five hundred credit fee."
"It was the principle, Tex, you know that. Anyway, if they were hired to fix it, and fixed it..."
"...then they fixed it for a pretty pence, too, I'd wager. Find out who hired them. Doubtful one lone band can get them all in due speed. I'll bet they'd hire as much help as they can get. While you're at it, get me the names and locations of the mercenaries involved. Sniff out the information networks. Check our contacts."
"Should I begin plotting a new course as well, captain?"
"Negative. We have our work for the moment." He steepled his metal hands in front of his main optics.
OOC:<Deep Space><Tex/crew>
This is more or less a result of the little information leak regarding the main party's involvement on Omwat, possibly a way to get my droids involved in at least an NPC capacity for now, I donno. I felt like writing.
The Lady Profit moved through the lanes of hyperspace between Weld-Hulks G12 and J19. Cargo safely in hold and a bounty safely away in the holding cells, the haul for this would ensure that, while it gave them something to do and in some cases diversion, they wouldn't have to worry about credits for a while.
"That makes...I believe 19 wins for me this day, Crunch." Tex tapped a set of coordinates in on a small keypad in front of him. On the Divorian holochess table in front of him, one army moved in in a three-pronged assault, pinching and snuffing out the little holographic troopers on Crunch's side of the board. "Really, it defies my processors as to why you insist on blitzkrieg tactics every time. It only really works once against a wise opponent." He tapped a square to the exposed Emperor piece, the fifteenth one of this game, making Tex the winner. As Crunch grumbled and the holochess board powered down, Tape entered.
"This is worth taking note of." The small droid scratched at the top of the squashed dome that made up his head. "Word on the grapevine says the Drayans hired some mercenaries to check something out on Omwat. The Drayans are denying it to Maw and back, which usually indicates that if they had their hands any further in this cookie jar they'd be scraping porcelain."
"Omwat? Didn't that planet have a city suffering from some sort of presumably induced madness?"
"Seems this group must have fixed it. Traffic around Omwat has resumed normalcy, all their bureaucracy and bills aside."
Tex put a metal-clawed hand to his optic. "Oh yes. That time they tolled us for using a hyperspace route too near their planet. Took Falla a week to get it through that just because their planet was in proximity to the lane this time of the year doesn't mean they can try to levy fees on those they think ignorant. I still question the prudence of five thousand credits spent to protest a five hundred credit fee."
"It was the principle, Tex, you know that. Anyway, if they were hired to fix it, and fixed it..."
"...then they fixed it for a pretty pence, too, I'd wager. Find out who hired them. Doubtful one lone band can get them all in due speed. I'll bet they'd hire as much help as they can get. While you're at it, get me the names and locations of the mercenaries involved. Sniff out the information networks. Check our contacts."
"Should I begin plotting a new course as well, captain?"
"Negative. We have our work for the moment." He steepled his metal hands in front of his main optics.
OOC:<Deep Space><Tex/crew>
This is more or less a result of the little information leak regarding the main party's involvement on Omwat, possibly a way to get my droids involved in at least an NPC capacity for now, I donno. I felt like writing.