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Post by Drakmor on Dec 31, 2008 12:23:50 GMT -5
((Bluffed)) *"Put it this way: I spend my time wandering around looking for a job., then do whatever is asked of me. Recently, I found a job. I was talking to some people in a bar who needed some sort of shipping job done, and some Twi'lek just burst in and asked if I could get him some old model of datacard to complete his collection. You see, I'm not the one who wants this, its just the guy who I'm currently working for."* Roll: invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1875173/
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jedi117
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Post by jedi117 on Dec 31, 2008 12:28:45 GMT -5
While slowly reaching under the counter the Zabrak replies "And how much are you, I'm sorry you're employer, willing to pay?"
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Post by Drakmor on Jan 2, 2009 7:02:26 GMT -5
"About as many creds you want, but about 500-600."
A very small click sounds from the entrance of the shop, a bit to the left.
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jedi117
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Post by jedi117 on Jan 4, 2009 20:18:03 GMT -5
"I don't believe your story one bit but I'm here to make creds not judge. 750 creds for the card. You get the card and you leave immediately. I don't want to see or hear about you or whoever has that SoroSubb X-45 sniper rifle over by my entrance for quite some time. Got it?"
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Post by Drakmor on Jan 5, 2009 18:05:51 GMT -5
"Just a minute." Mirath walks over to the small figure in the shadows near the door. "Shodaw, you have a few spare creds, right?" Mirath takes a couple credits from Shodaw and walks back to the counter. "Look, I don't have 750 creds right now. I can give you 340 up front right now. You keep them and the card, and I'll be back this week. Ok?
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jedi117
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Post by jedi117 on Jan 5, 2009 20:57:17 GMT -5
The Zabrak take the creds and throws the card at Mirath yelling, "Just take the sith cursed card and LEAVE!!!"
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Post by Drakmor on Jan 6, 2009 17:14:37 GMT -5
((First, I'm guessing that "sith cursed is a figure of speech, but if the Zabrak means it literally, I'm going to need to edit this post.))
Mirath picks up the card and puts it into a pocket. As he is leaving he says, "Hope you don't mind, but I can't guarantee about the "not hearing about me part." Mirath smiles and slips out the door. When he gets back to HQ, Mirath picks up his comlink and contacts the Duros. "Sir, I'm here. It took some persuasion, and some creds. You owe me. But I do have it. You know where I am?"
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jedi117
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Post by jedi117 on Jan 6, 2009 21:48:00 GMT -5
((Yes it is just a figure of speech))
"Are you sure its the correct card? And don't worry I will reimburse you for you're time and the credits spend retrieving the datacard for me. I will also pay for any ammunition or gear that you used or lost in the course of the job. Please get me a list of what you require as payment. Once I am sure that it is the correct card I will pay you." The link goes dead before Mirath can say another word.
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Post by Drakmor on Jan 7, 2009 16:21:01 GMT -5
Mirath pops the card into one of the Guild's computers. ((let me know when I need to roll for anything))
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Post by Jckwik246369 on Jan 7, 2009 22:01:01 GMT -5
The computer scans the card quickly, and a holo screen pops up over the card. It reads "Proper card retrieved for Mirath Trinor." This message flashes a few times, and then disappears.
The link from the comlink reconnects itself. "Ah, wonderful. It is my card. I cannot bear to be separated from it for very long. Thank you for retrieving it.
"In doing so you have proven yourself worthy of the next assignment. However, I need a pair of people, so the person who helped you on this assignment should help you on this next one.
"If you choose to accept this mission, return to the guild headquarters tommorow at 10:00. If I don't see you then, this mission shall go to the next worthy person. I will make it worth your time and trouble. All you need to do is help an associate of mine *cough* replace the leader of a small city on a nearby planet. This should be a simple task with his help, and I do hope I'll see you tomorrow!"
The link shuts off again. As you leave the bounty hunter headquarters, you realize something strange: the computer took the datapad that you scanned. Oh well, there goes any chance of seeing what was on it (as if that hadn't already crossed your brain).
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