>>801705
The savage stares you down at the bold proposal, before turning his head to Corius and speaking in the brutal language. "Our 'prophets'," Corius indicates this is the translated title of their leaders," do not meet ith outsiders for no reason, but you make an interesting offer." Corius pauses, listening to the continued speech, "He says that you must release him and his partner, with the brain, to meet with their 'prophets', and they will have their answer waiting for you at the original crash site you found them at."

It's a tough decision to make, entrusting these clearly roughened individuals with so much responsibility -

>Accept the counter-offer, and release them with the brain
>Refuse, and claim the brain for yourself, and release the men as they will clearly not negotiate without the brain

Opening up the last vote to this thread since it was kind of scattershot in the last one

>>801709
>Accept

>>801709
>Accept the counter-offer, and release them with the brain

>>801709
>Accept the counter-offer, and release them with the brain

>>801709
dig them under the nails rip them tear them eat them gnawing bleeding rotting hating holding hurting its them its them its them its them its th

>>801709
>Accept the counter-offer, and release them with the brain

>>801760
The 90's are over. Why are you still trying to be edgy?

>>801709
>>Accept the counter-offer, and release them with the brain
Offer to give them a ride, though. No need to fly. Vulture fighter droids have a walker mode.

>>801784
Seconding ride offer

>>801756
>>801750
>>801745

A part of you winces imagining the almost sure brutalization of the droid brain, such an advanced piece of technology about to be handed over to the likes of the savages in rags. You turn your head back to Corius, "Sorry, but it looks like we'll have to postpone that update."

In usual form, Corius nods and lets out a "Roger Roger!" while you shift your attention back to Yisyis. "You have a deal, but remember to hold up your end."

The Hunter stares at you with a clear scowl beneath the scarf covering his mouth, but accepts your outstretched hand in an uneasy grip.

"Corius, offer them a ride to their bunker, surely they'd prefer it over the sandstorms." As you say it, you begin untying the Yiyis' companion from the complex knots Corius wove around him with the tow cable.

"Commander, it seems that they refuse to ' touch the flying monster without retching ', I think it's a no." He begins feeding the cable back into the side of NM4-HM's hull, cocking his head as if hearing words from the starfighter, "NM4 has an idea sir, he can switch to walker mode to make the trip more convenient for the Hunters." As he says this, the starfighter begins shifting form, wings expanding slightly as they rotate, lifting the ship up on four long stilts.

Corius translates the words of the savages once more, "That'll do."

You do your best to tether the salvage to your docking port, to prevent theft if at all possible, before climbing into the cargo hold while Corius and the two others climb the side of NM4, sitting on the edge of the ship's central section.

It's a surprisingly smooth ride as the droid carries your group back out into the wastes, albeit very slow going. You have the datapad focused on Coriu's vision, as he watches the two hunters next to him and the surrounding environment.
The sands are quite beautiful from the sky, the shifting waves, but down on the surface all you can see is a small radius around Corius, most vision obscured past a few feet by the violent winds of the perpetual sandstorms of the ruined planet.

In a longer span than the flight from before, you arrive back at the salvage site; to your surprise the savages seem to know exactly where they are despite there being no visible markers in the surroundings sands.

You could always send Corius to follow them...

> Send Corius to follow the Hunters, stealthily, to the Bunker entrance
> Return back to port, hoping the savages stick to their deal
>Other(write-in)

>>801874
>send our droid forward as stealthy

>>801874
>> Return back to port, hoping the savages stick to their deal
I don't want to risk the closest thing we've got as a friend to spy on them, particularly as he's basically their prey and doesn't have any weapons on him.

>>801874
>Return back to port, hoping the savages stick to their deal

>>801944
>>801915
Return to port wins, post inc.

>>801944
>>801915
>>801891
You order Corius to get back inside the cargohold with you, shielding your face from the all too familiar gust of sand as the hatch opens and shuts with Corius folding up next to you. For a few minutes you watch in thermal vision as the savages make their way across the shifting sands, unflinching in their strange resilience to the howling winds and sands. You see their signatures along with the signal from the droid brain mute as they begin to descend beneath the surface, before their bright red signatures blend in with the calm blues marking the sands.

The flight back to the port is quick, and the flight-controller barely acknowledges you before opening your gate, allowing you back into the red-tinged tunnel towards the starport.. Quickly you and Corius jump out of the cargohold, running to the pile of salvage that seems thankfully undisturbed, likely due to the shortness of your excursion to drop the Hunters off. “Commander, we need to decide where to take this while we wait for a response from the desert dwellers,” Corius begins, grabbing a hovering cart that was discarded on the corner of the catwalk near a pile of rusty metal plates before piling on the many relatively valuable pieces of the trifighter sans droid brain onto it.

Your mind switches back to the conversation with the masked port guardian, who informed you that your choices were rather limited with finding a place to sell the salvage in the relatively engineer-lacking city,

> The Black Markets – A bazaar located in the seedier areas of the city where illicit goods and substances, in the eyes of the wider laws of the galaxy, were pedlled by everyone from simple thieves to members of Hutt Cartels. Dangerous, but likely to have better offers on the salvaged tech.
> The Manufactories – A string of simple factories that built and maintained one of the greatest resources of the city: Guns and Armor, along with the day-to-day repair needs of the city. Doubtful that much would be made, but a far safer alternative to the black markets.

>>802012
Okay guys, I'm afraid to say that I'm exhausted from work today, and nodding off at my computer, so I'll have to cut tonight's quick run even shorter than planned.

Tomorrow though, I'll be running for several hours starting around 6:00 P.M Central (About 19 hours from now)

> please no salt I swear I love you

>>802012
>black markets

Its mandalore. The legit shops are illegal shops

>>802012
>The Black Markets – A bazaar located in the seedier areas of the city where illicit goods and substances, in the eyes of the wider laws of the galaxy, were pedlled by everyone from simple thieves to members of Hutt Cartels. Dangerous, but likely to have better offers on the salvaged tech.
>>802030
Thank you for running and see you later.

>>802012
>> The Black Markets – A bazaar located in the seedier areas of the city where illicit goods and substances, in the eyes of the wider laws of the galaxy, were pedlled by everyone from simple thieves to members of Hutt Cartels. Dangerous, but likely to have better offers on the salvaged tech.
Let's face it, we're a former Confed commander-engineer. Legitimate work is likely going to be slim.

>>802012
>The Black Markets – A bazaar located in the seedier areas of the city where illicit goods and substances, in the eyes of the wider laws of the galaxy, were pedlled by everyone from simple thieves to members of Hutt Cartels. Dangerous, but likely to have better offers on the salvaged tech.

Also a good place to start sounding out an Info Broker so we can sell the information we have and the video

>>802012
> The Black Markets – A bazaar located in the seedier areas of the city where illicit goods and substances, in the eyes of the wider laws of the galaxy, were pedlled by everyone from simple thieves to members of Hutt Cartels. Dangerous, but likely to have better offers on the salvaged tech.
>>803345
Yeah, we should find an info broker while we're there.

>>803645
>>802031
>>802038
>>802041
>>803345
>>803645

You grab a small rag hanging off the cart and wipe as much soot as you can from your face as you and Corius begin walking towards the opposite end of the fleet hangar. The Mandalorians really gave off the sense of poverty as you eyed their ships on the way out - the vast majority of them older models, or at the very least in a poor state of disrepair. The masked soldiers who shook you down upon your first arrival weren't kidding when they said engineering was considered a very second rate career compared to combat here.

You arrive at the doors exiting into a large common area, largely empty beyond the few people sitting in public areas, and other walking to and from the doors you had just entered.

In similar fashion, you walk across the rooms, feeling the eyes of several Mandalorians follow you with apprehension at the sight of Corius - thankfully keeping their thoughts to themselves due to the clear docility Corius gave off while pushing the cart carrying the pile of salvage, hidden under a tarp for safety's sake.

--

The city of Gun'dari was shockingly beautiful in its own way, it felt like a land trapped in time, old technology and new technology mingled with the red dirt roads, concrete pathways, and metal surfaces to create a rustic but powerful sight. Most people you passed on the streets were garbed without concern of fashion or appearances, instead opting for practical clothing, often armor, reminding you of the few times you had seen the living ground troops' barracks in the CIS army.

The city had a very simple layout, according to your datapad's mapping system, the city didn't follow any discernible plan, buildings and roadways simply followed a path of least resistance, leading to several 'districts' forming from the unplanned chaos where certain structures were found, the markets made up one area, housing another, even a small recreational center existed deep in the center.

After several minutes of walking, eyes drilling in to the back of your skull the entire way, you arrive at the markets. The area was far more lavish than the other areas you had seen thus far, a far cleaner atmosphere filled the large stone-covered plaza, with many merchants hawking their goods in small stalls, to large storefronts that advertised a great number of products in bright, attention grabbing holograms.

"Man this place is weird..." You comment to Corius as a masked woman pushes past you, banging your shoulder without even bothering to turn back to look at you.
(cont.)

>>804169

Corius only nods, keeping a wary eye out for anyone who could come across as hostile.

The pick of markets was open to you, and as a result who you would like to associate with....

> Rabadulla's Hutt Hut - One of the seedier store fronts advertised with a large neon Hutt on every surface, smiling and smoking a hookah, advertised as a 'general store' which you could easily guess was a front for a cartel connection.

> Instead, uncover the salvage and walk past the stalls, seeing if anyone's eyes are drawn to your goods

> Reacquired Reacquisitions - Holograms of dancing, scantily clad but heavily armed Mandalorian women decorated the windows of the shop, a holokiosk outside spouting off the "BEST DEALS ON TECH THIS SIDE OF THE WASTELAND!"

>>804172
>> Reacquired Reacquisitions - Holograms of dancing, scantily clad but heavily armed Mandalorian women decorated the windows of the shop, a holokiosk outside spouting off the "BEST DEALS ON TECH THIS SIDE OF THE WASTELAND!"

The only one where we won't need to pay the hutts silence for our existence and only safe spot to actually drop shit off at. Along with the fact if they have that kit well... they sure as fuck have no fears.

> Mandolorian shop

>>804172
>Reacquired Reacquisitions - Holograms of dancing, scantily clad but heavily armed Mandalorian women decorated the windows of the shop, a holokiosk outside spouting off the "BEST DEALS ON TECH THIS SIDE OF THE WASTELAND!"

>>804172
>Reacquired Reacquisitions

Seems like it will have the fewest problems for us.

>>804201
>>804193
>>804188
>>804184
Overwhelming win for Reacquired Reacquisitions, post inc.

You should probably pop a tweet out saying you're running again, just in case someone doesn't have the thread open (or has an actual life, unlike me)

>>804215
'Easy enough choice,' is your only thought as you make a beeline for the Reaquired Reacquisitions shop, Corius directly behind you with what you hope to be your mealticket.

The opening is just large enough for the hovering pallet to be pushed through by Corius. The inside of the shop gave off a distinct smell of oil and ozone, trademarks of a blaster fanatic's haven.

You hear a loud whistle from the back of the shop behind the many rows of blasters and varying armaments, "Looks like you gotta present for 'ole Maxy here!" A slightly robotic voice of a Mandalorian wearing the usual combat mask calls from a large plush chair, their feet kicked up onto the counter.

"Uh, right. My droid and I are looking to sell this salvage we found in the wastelands." You pull the tarp off the pile of neatly organized bits and pieces courteous of Corius' earlier efforts, "As far as we can tell, it's an old Trifighter droid that went down some time ag-" you turn your head back and realize the shorter Mandalorian was only inches away from you, not having made a sound since you turned your back, "a- ago." you cough into a closed fist.

"You look like you seen some shit there buddy, care to share a good story? Ohhh, and a droid?" the Mandalorian asks, staring intently through the mask at you.

"I'm a refugee from a republic attack..." you start, the Mandalorian cocks their head,

"And ye got a droid to be all friendly like... how exactly?" the armored figure was covered in a light teal color scheme, scratched and worn from clear overuse in combat, probably a sign worthy of respect in the weird culture of the Mandalorians. They walk up to Corius and look him up and down, Corius stares up at the ceiling trying not to notice the invasion of his personal space before the figure starts picking up and examining the pieces of the wreckage.

"You know what?" they start, " I'll just not ask. Seems like ya got some decent pieces here. I'll make this easy for ya, you looking to trade or sell?"

It's tempting to make a deal for a weapon, but your stomach almost feels like you are punched in the gut when a hunger pang strikes you, "Sell. We're looking to sell."

"Alrightly then, 4,000 credits for the bunch, these power reactors look good, blasters too. "

> Attempt to negotiate for a higher price (DC: 60)
> Attempt to negotiate for a blaster for Corius to be included (DC: 60)
> Accept the deal as is
> Other (write-in)

>>804247
Good call, completely forgot.

>>804302
> Attempt to negotiate for a blaster for Corius to be included (DC: 60)

>>804302
negatatie for a blaster as well or to buy one from that money

>>804302
>Attempt to negotiate for a blaster for Corius to be included (DC: 60)

A blaster could prevent a lot of problems.

Should we get him a hat and serape too?

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>804302
> Attempt to negotiate for a blaster for Corius to be included (DC: 60)
Nice to have some protection when we almost got jumped by two bunker dwellers.

>>804348
>>804332
>>804328
>>804326
>>804318

Let's get 1d100

Best of three as always

>>804348
Well then. nice.

>>804348
>>804352
Hate to be a bearer of bad news here, but usually the rolls come after the vote is called

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>804351
>>804348
does this count?

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>804351
Rolling to seduce

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>804351
Rawhide

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>804358
Sorry for the premature roll, I just thought the DC.60 called for roll, sorry.

Rolling for redemption

>>804359
Well shit, that's a success, good on you

>>804370
Ouch

>>804370
Looks like you are going to hell, buddy.

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>>804370
As to quote an inquisitor in game of thrones:
"Theres a special place in the seventh hell for your kind"

>>804462
When I forgot Im not in westeros quest and mess up the theme, I truly am going to burn in hell

>>804359
>>804364
>>804366

"That seems a bit scant for how rare these droids are," you're bluffing as best you can, not knowing at all whether salvage like this was rare or not to the city of Gun'dari, "especially as intact as this one." Another lie, the droid was wrecked in no exaggeration of the term, it only looked tidy because of its disassembly and quick cleaning by Corius.

"I'll take a blaster on top of the price you named, and it's yours." You make the offer trying your best to sustain a thousand yard stare at the Mandalorian shop keeper so you don't give it away.

"Well 'refugee', seems like you did your research..." The shopkeeper swivels around on one heel before grabbing a rather recognizable blaster: a standards model battle droid rifle. "I assume your buddy here will be the better shot of the two, assuming he won't go all 'DESTROY ALL HUMANS'" they mimic a droid voice, "on us."

You give your ascent, and the shop keeper inputs a small code to remove a lock preventing the blaster from being operational, and tosses the blaster to Corius who deftly grabs it and examines the weapon.

"Roger roger, weapon meets standards." Corius nods, moving the blaster around mimicking combat.

"We have a deal." You extend your hand, and the Mandalorian grips it like a vice. You bring out the datapad and the Mandalorian passes their wrist over the device. A small notification from the financial software dings as a total of 4,000 Galactic credits comes into your possession.

"Aye, refugee, tell me something, how did you find this wreck? There's been people who have made lifetimes out of scavenging the wastes for scrap without finding something this good..."

> Lie, claim it was simply good luck
> Lie, claiming you have a 'special, secret technique' for finding droids
> Tell the truth about having access to CIS protocols
> Other (write-in)

>>804470
westeros
>triggered

>>804487
>> Lie, claiming you have a 'special, secret technique' for finding droids
Say it was a technique we picked up, that's why we were in a system where the Republic had attacked, we didn't much like each other. Or something like that.

>>804487
> Other (write-in)
Brush the question off.
or
> Lie, claim it was simply good luck

>>804487
> Lie, claim it was simply good luck and hope we have good buisness in the future.

>>804521
Supporting

>>804487
> Lie, claim it was simply good luck

Later we can lie about secret techniques. If this guy's smart, he'll assume anything except the obvious truth is a lie.

And we'd have to be pretty stupid just to give up our only edge this early.

>>804487
A dowsing rod

>>804521

Supporting this, "I've got my methods and I'm sure they'll pay dividends for you."

Ask if he knows any good information brokers around

>>804648
changing to this.

>>804648
Sure, supporting.

>>804648
Switching to this,
seems like a better idea

>>804188
>>804648
Also switching.

>>804508
>>804513
>>804521
>>804544
>>804561

"I'm afraid it's just a case of really good luck," you make eye-contact through the mask as best you can, you grin slightly, trying to pull off a friendly look.


It earns a throaty laugh from the Mandalorian, "Alright then, 'luck' it is. Get lucky again soon, and we'll be making a lot of money together!" The tone of the Mandalorian's voice is too obscured behind the voice changing effects of the combat mask fr you to discern the exact tone, but you nod, patting Corius on the back.

"In all honesty," you start joining in on the chuckle, "I've got my methods and I'm sure they'll pay dividends for you, and I was hoping to to ask you if you knew any information brokers in the area..."

The Mandalorian raises his hand, "Before you include me in something that I don't want to be a part of, you're going to give me some honesty. Trust for trust." The Mandalorian walks behind the counter, opening a door way and gesturing for you to enter.

> Enter the room, and lie about your origins again,
> Enter the room, and tell the truth about your origins
> Write-in


(My bad on the slow update, rewrote it to reflect
>>804666
>>804672
>>804683
>>804686

>>804738
I say we be a truther, this fella seems reliable.

>>804738
>enter the back room and once there state we had former dealings in simple factory work on a world that switched hands often enough to come to understand CIS and REPUBLIC tech

>>804750
This.

>>804750
>>804752
>>804765
Truth wins, post inc.

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>>804765
>>804752
>>804750

You follow the shop keeper to a back room, clearly a living space of sorts. A simple couch sits in front of a holoscreen set-up, some silly commercial playing, filling the room with a quiet background noise. You scan your eyes around, and spot a simple kitchen, and an open doorway leading to a small room with a cot.

The Mandalorian gestures to a metal table, and you promptly sit yourself down in a cushioned chair, you hear the sound of a gate closing the front entrance of the store, and a simple lock clicking as the Mandalorian shuts the door behind you.

For a second, you're pretty worried that you and Corius are about to be ambushed, but you let out a sigh of relief when the shopkeeper pulls out a chair on the opposite side from you, sitting down and placing hands on his mask as he begins to pull it off.

You try your best to suppress a gasp of surprise as the combat helmet is lifted off the shop keeper's head, and a bundle of hair falls down without the pressure of the helmet to keep it contained, long a red.


The Mandalorian was a woman.


"Now then," she begins, hands crossed underneath her chin with elbows on the table. "Tell me why I have a Confederate officer in my store, and why he is both so desperate to arm himself while also looking for an information broker... You've piqued my interest, which is quite hard to do."

Sad to say that that's the end of today's session everyone, got assignments that need to be done before tomorrow, so I'm off to suicide watch myself for the next few hours.

Reminder to follow me on Twitter: @Don_The_QM

And join the discord server:
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For instant updates on run times and cabal-esque plotting

Thanks for playing today guys!

>>804855
Thanks for running, Boss.

This is good fun.

Don't forget to archive!

>>804855
Thanks for running!

>>804855
>"What, a Confederate! Corius, arm up!"

>>804855
Great quest so far, cant wait for next time.

>>804875
Thanks, and will do!

>>804890
>>804901
Appreciate it guys, thanks for playing

>>804893
I laughed

Shit, before the echos of the CIS infrastructure completely dies out, is there anything else we should try to download? Getting protocol Droid language pack seems like it will come in handy, and I'm worried that there's something else we could pull out before it's too late.

>>806026
It'll be around for a few years at the very least, so don't feel too much urgency. (Though as with everything it's a good thing to be concerned for and planning around)

>>806289
Oh yeah, did the shopkeep pose for her own storefront holograms?

>>807593
Nope

When are you running again?

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>>812508
Today at 8 p.m Central U.S

>>814248
Well I think I had a stroke typing my name, carry on

>>814251
>>814248
"I... uh... shit..." you stumble over your words slightly, internally cringing that you were still so obvious. You tap your fingers on the table attempting to collect your thoughts.

The shop keeper seems smug at your reaction, kicking her legs up onto the table and relaxing, watching your face for a reply. It was pretty clear she was sure of your identity as a confederate based on that look of triumph; you felt little hope in getting away with a lie.

"Right. You caught me." you let out a frustrated groan and she nods.

"Thought so, uniform helped, droid really helped though," she clears her throat, "Now then rebel-boy, you're going to tell me why and how you'll make me more money than turning you in to the Clones., I'm sure they'd love to crucify you..."

> Order Corius to restrain the woman (DC: 80, best of 4)
> Offer to split profits of secret information on Vader (recording)
> Offer money from salvaging CIS tech
> Beg for mercy,
> (lie) That you aren't an officer
> other (write-in)

>>816189
>Ask why everybody on the planet is so held up on extorting everybody when they are also just trying to get buy.
>Offer to come to her when selling CIS tech.

>>816189
>offer to split profits of secret information.
At the very worst we could pin it on her.

>>816200
This first. If it fails then we should go for my original vote.

>>816189
>Ask why everybody on the planet is so held up on extorting everybody when they are also just trying to get buy.
>Offer to come to her when selling CIS tech.

>>816200
Supporting

>>816215
Dont give her anything crazy though, the technology of the CIS is one of our few advantages here.

>>816189
I support this >>816213. Find out what's going on here and buy time to come up with something that doesn't get us more fucked.

>>816200
>>816203
>>816208
>>816213
>>816222
"Can you tell me why everyone on this planet is so hellbent on extorting people for money when we're all just trying to get by?" The question comes out quite loudly in your frustration, anger seeping through the words.

She laughs, "We like money, don't care much for outsiders, even less for the Republic outsiders, but I like money the most-" the laugh dies down into a thin smile.

"I can bring you salvage, you saw it earlier, I will make you a lot of money, I'm great at finding CIS tech!" You slap your hand on the table, nervousness getting to you. "Just give me a break..." you whisper.

The shopkeeper mulls it around a little bit, staring at the ceiling in mock contemplation, "ya, you're right on that one," her head suddenly turns to meet your eyes, "but why the information broker hmm?"

> Tell the full truth about what happened on the security footage.
> Tell a lie, you want to sell CIS military secrets.
> Refuse to explain.
> Order Corius to attack. (DC: 80)
> Other (write-in)

>>816271
>I..I want to try and contact other CIS personal, I had friends on many fronts and now I'm worried they are all dead. Some saved me before hand and others were there during my times in school.

>>816271
< Tell a half truth.
Something that will Peak her interest but won't show all of our cards

>>816271
>Tell the full truth about what happened on the security footage.

>>816271
> Because I have a recording of the death of the entire Separatist Counsel, and the one who did it.

>>816281
Supporting, we dont want to give her the impression we have something big or else she'll try to extort us again.

>People want to openly state to her that we have information that would get us MILLIONS of credits and shes already tried to extort us once.

Oh fucking boy.

>>816281
I'll change to this.
The Thread is in autosage might want to make a new one.

>>816271
>Tell a lie, you want to sell CIS military secrets

Or any secrets/shady info we come across. Or info on anything that's way to big for us to try to handle.

Only a partial lie. We're going to find that stuff. Especially if we come across clues leading to ships or wreaks.

>>816281
Wins

>>816291
>>816282
>>816301
>>816305
>>816336
>>816328

>>816352
You look down at your feet for a second, taking a couple of deep breaths to give off atleast a small amount of decorum, looking up after the exhale. "CIS military secrets, I thought that would be obvious." You meet the Mandalorian's steely look, army officer instincts kicking in.

"... and hence the salvage." You see a look of annoyance in her eye, but the story seems to check out, and her predatory demeanor softens a bit though remaining intimidating. "Good thing I don't trust that republic to actually follow through on a promise to a Mandalorian, look where that got us eh?" She laughs that strange laugh.

"Alright droid-boy, I'll introduce you to an information broker, under a strict set of conditions with no bargaining." She stands, leaning toward you to invade your personal space. A finger wags in your face, "FIRST: You get me one of them b1 units or better, hack it or whatever you do to make it mine," the second gloved finger with brownish plates jumps up,

"SECOND: Whatever my contact offers, I get 60%, you keep your %40 so you stay loyal to the agreement. My guy will be informed of this before your scrawny ass is even mentioned" She pauses for a second, other hand on her chin in a sarcastic expression,

"THIRD: You sell your salvage exclusively to me," the grin is back, "Let me amend that one, if I hear that you sell the salvage but anyone but me, I turn you in to the Clones reward or no."

She finally shuts her mouth, giving you time to speak

> Accept the terms of the agreement
> Refuse, attempt to negotiate (write in what you want)
> Write-in

>>816457
> Accept the terms of the agreement
I say accept for now and later we can cross her when we have droids flanking us at all times, even though Corius has a blaster right now, it might not be wise to risk it.
Plus we need the money right now and she knows the broker.

>>816457
> Refuse, attempt to negotiate (write in what you want)

>You get 40% and I get 60%, because any information would be earned by me. You're still getting paid but unlike you I don't own a shop.

>>816482
This. We kill her when she becomes comfortable around us and drops her guard even a little bit.

>>816457
>> Refuse, attempt to negotiate (write in what you want)

One last thing.

You teach me how to fire a blaster, and that'll do. I nearly got jumped by savages. That won't work for either of us if it goes badly next time.

>>816457
> Refuse, attempt to negotiate (write in what you want)
What this.guy said
>>816487

>>816498
And this.

>>816457

Support for this >>816487 with this >>816498 added on.

>>816457
>Agree but this too >>816498

>>816487
>>816498
>>816499
>>816512

Refuse with the extras added in wins, post inc

>>816529
Extra negotiations***

>>816536
You return the grin with the best deadpan face you can, adopting a stare you'd give to former subordinates in the military. " First of all: I refuse on your terms."

The woman reaches for her blaster but you raise your hands placatingly, she pauses for a second, "- because we both know the oh so 'just' Republic would pay you, and you know the CIS had many secrets worth something to somebody. You turn me in, you get in their cross hairs as someone who is linked to a traitor, a rebel no-less,"

Inwardly you pat yourself on the back when she looks down at you again with a look that knew you were right, breaking her Mandalorian small-man complex for that quick second. She backs away, and sits back down,"

"And what would make you accept?" She questions with an annoyed pout at the thought of getting no money for the effort of dealing with the shifty government.

"40% for you, %60 for me. You deserve to be paid for linking me to a broker," you keep your tone in a strict, yet unaggressive manner, "It's my life and my knowledge that is at risk here."

You nod to Corius' blaster, "- and I'd like you to teach me how to use one of those. In my position I never saw much front-line combat for years, and if I die from some random Mandalorian mugging me, or some savage squatting over my salvage, you lose an investment."


She is frowning quite severely with an angry twitch at the corner of her eye. "50/50 and I don't shoot you right now for being too cocky."

> Agree, get the deal at 50/50
> Refuse, push for the %60
> Other (write-in)

>>816719
"45/55, and I'll let you stun me."

>>816719
>Agree, get the deal at 50/50

>>816719
>Agree.

>>816719
>Agree

>>816719
>Refuse, push for the %60

Shoot me and you lose easy, risk free money and salvage.

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>>816737
Agree wins, post inc

>>816773
'Oh thank whatever gods there are' you silently cheer to yourself, expecting her fully to call your bluff of strength. "yes, I can agree to a 50:50 split... What exactly do I call you?"

"Shav." She abruptly states, earning a raised eyebrow at the strange name, "it's a shortened version of my full name now fuck off," she snorts, "What is your name, droid-boy?"

"Seth." You extend a hand out, and in a surprising speed she grips it painfully, shaking it once. The deal was made.

"The meeting will take awhile to set up, he's an old friend but lives on Concordia," you nod and she explains, where the real tribes migrated to after the Civil War." She stands, staring at you, " Understand that you are under MY protection and command on this planet, and you'll survive, understand?"

You cringe at the power play, but just nod knowing that at this point there was little she could do but protect the information you held. She gestures to the couch, raising her wrist-communicator to her mouth and walking out the front door, indicating she was contacting the relevant parties.

Corius tilts his head and looks at you, you shrug in response and move over to the holoset, the lowered volume obscuring some news channel. The headline blared 'CHANCELLOR PALPATINE DECLARED EMPEROR UNANIMOUSLY BY THE GALACTIC SENATE' the text speedily scrolled by, you command the set to raise its volume and sit. The newscaster's voice comes into clarity. "- Emperor Palpatine has been decreed the absolute ruler of the Galatic Republic, naming the new and centralized power the 'Galatic Empire'."

The image cuts to Palpatine's raspy voice echoing throughout the senate chambers, laying out the vision of his grand Empire expanding throughout the galaxy, the senators were cheering with an almost blood lust like fanaticism. Promises of wiping out the rest of the corrupt Jedi whom apparently attempted to overthrow the 'weaker, democratic government', promises of destroying every remnant of the Confederacy.

A figure next to him on the platform draws your eye, a masked, massive man clad in black armor topped off with a black cape. The camera focuses for a second and a name hovers over the display " Darth Vader, Chief Enforcer of Emperor Palpatine"

You aren't sure how to process this, you knew the Republic was a pathetic, corrupt institution of pure greed and stupidity, but to fall this far? To an emperor?

Your gut feels hollow, the Jedi who killed your leaders despite being somehow friendly with them was now standing to the man who overthrew the Republic from the inside,

This ran deeper than even you had assumed.


You adopt the smile of the crazy shopkeeper, you were going to make a lot of money with this.

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>>816950
Thank you for running.

>>816950
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>816950
Thanks for running!

>>816950
Thanks for the great quest! Keep it up.
All the Jedi and the corrupt galactic empire are our enemies!
>CIS Patriotism intensifies

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