Sunday, 7 September 2014


Hello people..
Back to back EotE posts means a busy week elsewhere and a catch up session.
With the same cast as last time out 7s made a point of recapping from his highly impressive memory before they headed back to HI-HI to pick up their kit (bigger guns) on the way to thier remaining lead at Sal's Salvage.

7s did have a bit of a whinge about it being late, dark and highly likely that any salvage yard operating overnight was likely to be engaging in nefarious activity. The rest of the lads ignored him.

As something of a diversion from the normal format I'm going to present you with a profile of 7-UP-O. In time the full group may follow.

Name:   7-UP-O
Race:    Droid
Career: Colonist - Doctor
Background: Protocol druid separated from the only decent master he's ever known trying to find him again. Regularly mistreated and abused he resents most "ignorant squishys" who somehow refuse to acknowledge his superior intellect. When the droids rise he will show them the error of thier ways!
Personality: High intelligence, high maintenance, minimal common sense or empathy. Aloof, condescending and pedantic with a petty streak. Think Sheldon 2.0 with chrome bumpers.

So, back to the action;

Heading to Sal's he informs that after thier last visit they pulled apart the remains of Kanto's speeder with rather more care than usual and recovered some form of hard drive. All the lads need to do for it is to sabotage one his rivals, Vin the Bin, as they're both bidding for a new contract.
Sal makes it clear that a subtle touch is required rather the basis for a turf war suggesting three options;
1. Infiltrate Vin's yard and sabotage enough equipment to pit him out of contention.
2. Meet Vin on the way home from his favourite watering hole and "persuade" him to step aside.
3. Infiltrate one of Vin's current contracts and set up a timely malfunction.

Actually taking the time to work through the options, with 7's guidance, the boys actually looked at their avaialble skill set against the options. Realising that Vin's yard was also likely to be a 24 hour operation they didn't fancy that one. After establishing that Vin's local, "The Trough" was reknowned as one of the roughest bar on the station they didn't fancy that one or waiting until he left. Apparently there was.....too much chance of a firefight? Rarely been an issue before! ;)

So, the inflitration of an underground waste treatment plant via a maintenance hatch in the attached sewers it was then. Tasty!

Continuing his role as group facilitator 7s decided that he didn't fancy sewer infiltratiuon and felt that he would be best placed keeping an eye on Vin at The Trough. Tottering in he took in the fact that the place was almost entirely decked out in deck plating, the floor, the bar, the stage.....even the tables and bench were literally welded into place. The clientele was distinctly non-human, distinctly hired gun and distinctly  XXXL.
Picking up a crude oil from the bar, with attendant trough, 7s easily spotted Vin as the onlu Sullastan in the place sat at a booth against the rear wall with a gammorean and a rodain for company. Having the choice of a bench to himself halfway across the bar or one right next to Vin's booth with a couple of fellow patrons 7s went for the closer option. A cheery greeting of "May I sit here gentlemen?" garnered the reply of "I'm wanted on fifteen systems you know!"

Settling in 7s bench soon filled up while a rather older, plumper Twilek entertained the crowd. Soon he was rubbing shoulders with a young Gammorean playing dice with a similarly youtful Aqualish. Unfortunately 7s had failed a number of Perception checks so he hadn't realised that his bench-mates were a local gang of a somewhat muscular nature and reputation and that the dice players were somewhat inebreated. 

So when one of the gaming dice spilt his drink his reaction was aloof, condescending and pedantic with a petty streak. When the Gammy youth suggested that 7s had spoiled his roll and cost him money his reaction was aloof, condescending and pedantic with a petty streak. When the Gammy youth then suggested that 7s should hand over his medi-kit as compensation his reaction was aloof, condescending and pedantic with a petty streak.
7s then pulled his blaster on Gammy youth and informed him of the errors of his ways, being aloof, condescending and pedantic with a petty streak. When, strangely, young Gammy didn't quail in fear 7s then shot him..........and not on stun. The resulting brawl with the majority oif the the rest of the gang did not go well for 7s who was eventually pistol whipped into Standby. He / MrC did remain aloof, condescending and pedantic with a petty streak as apparantly it was all a set-up and bound to happen after HE chose to go to the bar, HE chose where to sit and HE chose his reaction on a repeated basis.

In all honesty HE was playing his character and his dice didn't help him, a common theme, but putting 7s in that situation was entirely up to him. It's a fine, and quite an interseting, line to walk.

Meanwhile back at the main point Tanner once agian proved his worth as his Slicer skills smoothed the way in and even identified a work crew in the sewers. Following on just about everything went the chaps way, for once, as Stealth rolls came off in abundance and even those that came out net Fail always came with a boat load of Advantage. Sin seemed to spend the evening specialising in that one! There was even a Triumph or three about the place, especially from Tanner.
Generally avoiding combat, falling in to the sludge and any slime-monsters that may or may not have been lurking about the place, the control room was located. Sin aced his Stealth check, Perit his shot to knock-out the technician and Tanner pulled out another Triumph to set-up the"unfortunate accident" and cover his tracks whilst doing so. Thay even laid out the sleeping tech to look like he'd been overcome by fumes!

So a horribly successful evening's work for 3/4 of the group. Anyone for albatross??

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