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RECAP: Previously on Battle Droid Quest...

Your journey began with you awaking out of time on an ancient battlefield from the era of the Clone Wars and immediately setting off to search for other Droid survivors. You found and partnered up with a functional Octuparra Combat Tri-Droid before encountering a strange alien child named Mimve, who is a Nelvaanian. You see her gathering weapons and upon imploring her, discover she wants to use them to stage an uprising against the Clones of this time, who are enslaving her people at the direction of the sector governor, Moff Dunsal. Conscripting her into the Confederate Army, the two of you decide to find the nearby Foundry that was built secretly on this planet. However, you come to discover a squad of the Imperial Army present, planning on having the Foundry destroyed. After a brief skirmish, you are able to defeat the Imperials with the help of Mimve.

After entering the Foundry, you uncover the existence of the Super Tactical Droid that was to command it, Nu-Phi-9923 'General Merxelles'. The General informs you that you are free of your programming as a result of so long a deactivation, but you remain adamant that your allegiance is to the CIS even after he tells you of what has gone on since the Clone Wars ended. Agreeing to work together, you both now aspire to rebuild the Confederacy on a new foundation free corruption after Merxelles unveils his theory about the Galactic Emperor's identify to you, being aware of Darth Sidious and his dealings with Nute Gunray in the past.

Enlisting the help of Mimve, you travel to her home slave town of Sprawl and become acquainted with her close ones. Her sister, a Jedi Apprentice named Naa'diss Kapache, and their adoptive father figure, a Gotal Jedi Master of old named Marjar'Hudool. With the blessing of the Master and his credits, you don a disguise and set out to a cantina in the town, joined by Mim'vess and Naa'diss, seeking to recruit a local Corellian engineer by the name of Dugok in the hopes of having him help restore the Foundry to full operational order...

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New Thread!

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>4673209
>Yay

>>4673209
>>4673210
This really rogers my rogers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LeN-3zQdQ0

>>4673231
I'm going to stop rolling now unless there's a reason to or if I'm following a joke

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At your behest, Naa'diss had to use the Force on the stubborn Rodian named Shint, for there didn't seem to be any other reasonable way past the Imperial checkpoint than by through his cart full of metals for you to remain undetected within.

"Shint, I'm asking you once more. Help us pass that checkpoint."

With a motion, Naa'diss waved her hand lightly. You've never seen Force powers in use... well, not this closely at least. Those Jedi sure did have a lot of tricks up the sleeves of their robes.

The Rodian seems to become dizzy for a fledgling second.

"Uhhh, I-I... will... Uhh, y-yeah! I'll help you! Come on.. lets... err.. go!"

It worked, the Rodian was now on board completely, and you could sneak through. Though, somehow, Naa'diss looks a little disappointed, and you couldn't tell why.

Maybe you could find out later, right now, you begin disassembling your magnetically locked limbs to load yourself into the Rodian's cart. It would only be a matter of walking past, then coming out into an alley, swiftly...

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Locop-Beugiin: Karadocoppa's Cantina.
Early morning time in Sprawl.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeEVaUUxEr8

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"Erhhh, look at those clums, lik'tah cut that silly hat tah pieces."

"Grhhhhh....!"

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"Tzah-bzh-zbh-zha-zhab-zbah."

"Ein cdij, eghhh.... sduka fallum rozi bojbo zndiffy!"

"Tzah-zbah-zbah-zbah-bhz-zbh...."

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>>4673278
I'm angry, angry about droids

>>4673280
Now we just need a sad one

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"Well... this looks like a.... friendly local...?"

That's a blatant lie but you're getting pretty tired of trouble at this point for things that sound like they should be so simple to do. Firstly, this place is a cantina, so drunkards will be as copious as the booze, and cantinas are also known hotspots for criminals, riff-raff, cut-throats, brigands, rogue spacers and bounty hunters to lobby at. Secondly, you just want to get Dugok and then leave this place. It's as nasty as the rusty sole of a Astromech's foot.

"Trust me, this is anything but. Dugok is usually an esteemed guest, since he's the town's tinker. He'll be at the back, we'll need to ask the bartender, Karadocoppa, for permission but he'll let us through if we have business with Dugok. Come, this way, waste no time...."

"Oh, alrig... oh."

Well dang it, they just went on ahead without you. Man, it's dim in this place, don't they have lights? Uhh... where did Mim'vess and Naa'diss go...?

>>4673286
https://youtu.be/cN9jTnxv0RU

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"Negola dewaghi wool dugger?"

Oh, your first friendly local, which is a blatantly false description.

As you walk through the cantina, doing your best not to bump into some drunkard or a table, it seems one of them elected to bump into you instead. An Aqualish from the looks of it, he's got the typical appearance of a bruiser.

ACCESSING DATABASE....

Oh, it looks like he's calling you a 'fancy pants outsider' and asking if you're a 'wetty'. Whatever that meant....

"Dola gugger awhal begali neh drum!"

Oh, he doesn't like you. He's probably really drunk, he might start throwing fists

"Uhh...? I don't even know you. What did I do to you?"

"Dug dug, nug ippa lushuli bagwah, chipon yuduni!"

Now he's asking if you'd like for him to gut you like a Mon Calamari. That's really racist of him. He apparently doesn't need provocation to get mad.

>What will you do?

>>4673300
See
>>4673287

>>4673300
Redirect his drunken anger.
That's nice and all, but I heard some guy over there was talking mad smack about your mom. You gonna let that guy dis your family like that brudda?
Then make way to bar

>>4673209
That new thread smell.

>>4673300
>Point the dude towards someone else or ask him heads or tails for if he want to fight flip a coin if it's what he picks we fight

>>4673318
>coins
Who even uses coins?

>>4673280
>Point at this guy
“He said your face looks like genitalia!”

>>4673300
Just punch him out. Its a cantina full of scum and villainy, nobody will care.

>>4673351
We have weak bone arms I think

>>4673355
B1s are stronger than they look.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VnpeeIuohco

>>4673359
The head has better armor than the body

>>4673359
True, but we dont want to draw the attention of other patrons.

>>4673366
We have minimum 3-5 people looking at us

>>4673366
>>4673370
Like I said, its a cantina, nobody will care. Obi Wan got away with slicing this exact same guy's arm off and nobody batted an eye. Punching him out will get ignored.

>>4673380
>Alright so Redirect or BALLROOM BLITZ

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4673402
I'ma flip a coin between these two

>>4673417
>TIME FOR A BALLROOM BLITZ

Let's punch this man so hard one of our fingers break if he swings

>>4673300
Ah, the gential-faced race of glorkion-5, must be pissed because a indecency law was passed which forces them to wear bandanas whenever they go out.
>Toss him a single credit and tell him to shrak off
If we don't have a credit, kick him in the shins as hard as you can.

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"Couk couk, fagi lecta nepon!"

He continues to drone on with speciesist insults towards you, as if trying to narrow down what might set you off. You really didn't have time for this man, nor his whole story as he tells you he is the "infamous Ponda Baba" and could kill you in a matter of seconds. He's really starting to spill it when he lists how many ways he could kill you, so you need a distraction to get out of there. You look around quickly and your optics land on the single ugliest man you see.

"Pal, pal, pal." You say, cutting him off and putting a hand on his shoulder before pointing off towards the bar. "-You shouldn't waste your time with me, really, I'm nobody. But now, uhh... you know who you should really go get? That guy over there. I heard him talking kriff about your mother, and he said your face looks like a ball sa-"

"Nhui huoonie?" (That guy?)

"Yeah, him, the one with the really kriffed up face who looks like a Rancor and a Reek had a love baby."

"Gooply dreni negaloo bu shiidi, fagi dadafrum malawhi!" (That's my best friend ever, Doctor Cornelius Evazan! We're both wanted in twelve systems!)

"Uh oh.

"Negola potpot queni loliwhi majashara gantre dugooni!" (I'm going to rip your head off and shove it down your as)

It's at this point as he shoves you and makes a scene, you realize what you gotta do, and you gotta do it quick.

"QOOOF!"

Pow! Right in the crotc-Er, face! You knew it was only gonna get worse, and this is already a hive of dirtbags. Putting him down was the only rational choice. Because, well, he's made out of soft organic flesh, and your knuckles are as brass as the armor plating of a Multi-Troop Transport. It was clear, this could have gone only one way.

>>4673500
ACTIVATE PUNCH YOU REALLY HARD SUBROUTINE!

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Now, normally, dirtbags don't care if another dirtbag gets knocked down, and while your temporary scene draws much attention for the moment, a few glares, laughs and long stares, the attention recedes gradually as Ponda Baba lays unconscious on the flipped over table you put him in.

Of course, there's always the slight chance it isn't normal, and there is in fact someone in the crowd who's going to take an interest beyond just viewing the disturbance to the peace and then looking away. Well, this is unfortunately one of those moments. It couldn't not be with you. However, the one taking an interest isn't Doctor Evazan, he's too drunk to notice his partner in crime get flattened.

Enter Twagi, he's a Zabrak slave colonist here to have a nice and refreshing drink like everyone else at the bar. He's also the town's prime druggie, and a supplier of the extremely addictive hallucinogen, Death Sticks. And right now? He's as high as a freighter. And the one thing he loves doing more than drinking and abusing his sticks? You guessed it. Rough housing.

Now let's just say your little display there fueled his less than rational intent, and he looks like he's about to pop. And wouldn't you believe, all it would take is him throwing a glass and shouting 'CANTINA CLAAAASH' to start up a good old bare fight? Well, the question is... will he? Or will be able to restrain himself? Let's see...

>Roll for luck.
>2d80.

Rolled 9, 80 = 89 (2d80)

>>4673506
TWAGI NO

Rolled 31, 29 = 60 (2d80)

>>4673506
TWAGI YES

Rolled 66 (1d80)

>>4673506
OH FUCK

Rolled 33, 10 = 43 (2d80)

>>4673506
AAaaagghhhh I can feel the warp overtaking me. It is a good CANTINA CLASH!

>>4673509
Nice 80 bro.

Rolled 20, 49 = 69 (2d80)

>>4673506
>AND IT TURNED INTO A BALLROOM BLITZ

>>4673535
Nice

>>4673535
Nice

>>4673535
https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Cornelius_Evazan

Rolled 73, 33 = 106 (2d80)

>>4673506
LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

>>4673500
>>4673535
>"Negola potpot queni loliwhi majashara gantre dugooni!" (I'm going to rip your head off and shove it down your as)
>loliwhi
>loli
>69
The Force has made it's decree.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>4673582
So have I, and it is your demise.

FUCK

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>>4673586
>>4673585

>>4673585
PFFFTHAHAHAHAHA

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>4673585
I will now bestow upon thee the size of your Oof

>>4673506
Perhaps we shall roar and or sing

Rolled 34, 16 = 50 (2d80)

>>4673506
>You feel like you’re gonna have a Cantina Time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwpoRgkvtPM
(Proposed Song for Cantina fight)

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"Caannntina cllll-"

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CRASH!

"...Tzhah-bzhuh-zbuh-zbuh-zbuh-zbuh-zbuh."

Well... passing out from alcoholism is technically restraint to oneself, right? I mean, he isn't moving, but he's still paying if the Talz bartender's strange vocalization is of any indication.

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Wading past the bar, you see Mim'vess and Naa'diss again standing near the door to a VIP lounge marked as 'closed', the older sister wise enough to know to get to the back and out of the way of rabble immediately, if only they had waited for you though.

"Nadish... what we do now...?" You hear Mim'vess ask, sounding disheartened.

"We'll see.... Ah, Stud Bucket, sorry for running off, but you can see why we did now."

"I guess it's no problem. What's the matter here?"

"We tried to go in so we could offer Dugok the deal you had, but Credits aren't enough to change his mind, at least not in our hands unfortunately. He ran us out as soon as he saw us."

"Why's that?"

"Because he's afraid for his life clearly. We're associated with the Rebel cell, he doesn't want anything to do with us for fear of being connected. The Empire already suspects him, as he isn't a slave and stays in town all the time."

"Did you try to tell him about the Foundry?"

"No, he's clueless right now. Maybe you should be the one to talk to him." Naa'diss suggests as she shoves Marjar'Hudools card full of credits into your hand.

Well, it's worth a shot. Nodding to the pair, you step past them clutching the credit card and push past the door to the VIP lounge. The lounge is brighter than the actual cantina, tinted red from the lights. It is empty, but in the corner, you spot a rather doughy man sitting alone with a drink and a pipe in hand and walk up. Upon seeing you, he sighs and rolls his eyes.

"You with them rebel chicks, bud?"

"No. Well, I mean, yeah, but also no. Technically?"

He narrows his eyes. "Whatevah' the hell that means. If not, I guess you're here for my expertise. Look pal, I'll tell you like I tell the rest, if your standardized unit's air system is munked up and ya' gots no heat, contact the Imperial Assistance Department, it's their job to maintain whatever dumpster shed you're living in, even if you have to wait a year for them to actually fix it."

"Uhh, I don't need help with that. I was hoping you could me restore a power generator."

"A powah' generator? Really? There's only one in town, and I already handle that."

"Not here."

"Well, damn it, now you actually got my attention. But I'm afraid I still can't. Today... I was made a slave officially by my not so benevolent overlords... which means I'm gonna be put on a tighter schedule from now on, from here to Crondre City. In other words... I don't gots the time for anything now. Keep your credits pally, I can't help you. Now shoo, this is the last break from work I'll ever get right here, let me enjoy it in peace...."

Well, he sounds defeated... it appears to be time for you to work your vocal magic again.

>What will you say?

>>4673615
>take off our mask
"This is a *special* power plant, mister Dugok."

>>4673615
>>4673619
>take off our mask
"This is a *special* power plant, mister Dugok. Get it working, and droid will do all the heavy lifting for you. You can have as many breaks as you want.”

>>4673620
very likely a management or overseer position also

>>4673615
Let's just say it's a very big thing, something that could give the imps a run for their money. We're not lying here because droid foundries make big numbers, and pure numbers aren't anything to scoff at. Part of the reason why I want to still be discreet about this is because we're still in a public place, and you never know when some bumblefuck who just happens to be a snitch will stumble onto something they shouldn't see

>>4673619
I don't think doing this is very smart. Both for keeping ourselves on the down low but also because we don't exactly know what his stance is on droids, or the clone wars and CIS for that matter.

>>4673623
Can't we just pull off our mask, rather than taking it off completely? Just show him we're not a normal droid.

Also, i'm pretty sure that the clone wars are just history at this point.

I will say i agree with the part about taking care, though. The last thing we want is some big shot like Tarkin, Thrawn or God Forbid, Vader, comes over here.

>>4673619
Isn't that extremely painful?

>>4673619
lets not remove it but flip up the bandanna so he can see our face

>>4673631
I mean just the bandana, not our entire faceplate. That would be excruciating.

>>4673623
Support. He'll get the hint when we very subtly drop a tip about the existence of the Foundry.

>>4673631
Stud Buckets a big bot.

>>4673631
we dont feel actual pain as we dont have well pain nerves but we do have survival programming that fill us with excruciating all consuming pain and clarity of mind and fear that cant be dampened or ignored good thing its a bit more accurate then nerves bad thing is that someone can spam our literal pain button whos pain never dulls

>>4673615
>>4673623
Support this, but lets field him on his position regarding droids first. Cause we can promise him something along the lines of a dedicated workforce, as well as a serious leap up in status from slave if he helps us. Free room but he gets his own board, and neither he nor anyone else will be slaves on this planet ever again.

Think about it! The chance to work on priceless antiques amd get paid doing it, with the possibility of upward mobility, all while sticking it to the goons who dumped all this crap work on you. Word it like that.

>>4673641
For you.

>>4673644
Alright, support. We won’t take off the bandana, but I still want to do a dramatic reveal in private later.

>>4673641
For you.

>>4673644
Support

>>4673615
>>4673619
"This is a *special* power plant, mister Dugok.
Depending on how you perform there might be an opportunity for further employment. Consider this a job interview. "
>>4673742
lol

>>4673770
Yeah pretty much this

>>4673615
Then you have more than enough reason to break that leash on you. Help me and we can get you loose.

>>4673619
>>4673623
>>4673770
Support without taking off the bandana. Keep it discrete.

>>4673770
I support this if there's something like curtains for this booth pull them shut first

>>4673615
We can smuggle you out

>>4673631
Stud Bucket is a big guy.

>>4674135
For you

>>4674135
Bug Gucket is a stig buy?

>>4674182
DID I HEAR STIG
https://youtu.be/y86nbhR5exE

>>4674217
Oh god its the STIG!

>>4674182
Here we have SB's new adversary Bug Bucket a reccuring antagonist as the first droid recently made by the repaired foundry as an accident happened while attaching the head damaging their processor they now fight for a warped version of freedom

>>4674228
*Gucket

>>4674217
Some say he produces blue milk from his nostrils, and that he thinks womp-rats aren't real.

>>4674228
Deep lore

>>4674228
Hey, maybe he's the droid that Stud Bucket stole an arm from.

>>4674272
Or a droid that a bug crawled into causing part of their processor to short out

>>4674318
Or a combination after having his arm stolen the dual effects of petty belligerent rage and a bug

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"What if I told you that by helping me, you'll be able to challenge the ruling party in these parts who've got their iron boots slanted across your neck?"

Dugok peers up at you, and then scoffs.

"So you are one of them Rebel boys, either that, or you're a pirate. Gang leader or representing? You one of Rundo's boys?"

"I'm with none of those. I consider myself myself apart of a very peculiar third party."

"Listen pal, I've heard your whole deal before more than once. Bottom line is, nobody challenges the Imperials. Not even Rundo wants todo' that and they say he has one of them laser swords and magic abilities like the old Jedi cult on Coruscant did. I've heard news of a few Gladiators wiping out whole pirate fleets before."

You stride forward and throw your poncho about, swinging your leg up to plant a foot in one of the seats before leaning on your knee, taking Dugok by surprise with your spontaneous flash. Was this personality being developed on instinct? You're not sure Droids are capable of instinct, your Droid Brain must be running wild again.

"I never tell a lie." You say, telling him a lie. "I full well intend to challenge the Empire, and I can back up my boast. With your help, I'd be able to raise a force great enough to. The production rate of a Droid Foundry isn't a joke!"

With that, Dugok stops his smoking and drinking mid-sip, looking over the rim of his glass at you with surprise. His brows furrow as his expression changes to a look of obstinate suspicion when he lowers his glass. He takes a moment to look over the bottle of his alcoholic beverage as if curious that what he heard wasn't just in drunk stupor.

"Now, I drink my sorrows away a lot, so excuse me if I'm not hearing you correctly. But, did you just say... a 'Droid Foundry'? Like one of them old ones the Seppies had back in the day?"

"Roger roger."

"Roger? ....You a Droid, ain't you?" He questions, staring up into your glowing eyes, to which you only nod, a metal rasping sound emanating from your neck.

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"Hmmph. You know, I was born on Corellia. I moved with my uncle to Dantooine before the Clone Wars broke out. During the war, my uncle's farmstead was burned to the dirt by them Battle Droids, and my unk and aunt were both mercilessly shot down by them too. I survived by the skin of my teeth at that time as a kid."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I-uh-"

"I don't believe no freakin' Droid has feelings. I don't hate Droids, but I sure don't like em' either. I joined the Republic Navy during the war to work on Clone vehicles so they could trash more of you clankers, you know."

You only twiddle your fingers at that. Dugok relents for the second, looking you over before staring around at the surrounding room, as if checking to see if the ambience has changed. He then turns back to you as he reaches under the table, and you see him pull out something. A Blaster, which he puts on display in his ready reach before speaking in a more quieter tone.

"You know, the Empire relies on competence. Only way to survive in the Imperial ranks? Being useful, and loyal. You wouldn't believe how easy it'd be for me to jump the ladder and get a nice, high position in the Moff's court turning you in and revealing your plot."

"But then, your people would still be suffering."

"On this planet? Not my people. I was moved here for work by the Empire, relocated after I applied for a steady income in return for my skills. Clearly, it didn't work out. But bam if that wouldn't make it work out." He muses, taking another deep whiff of his pipe.

It's at this point you snake your hand back under your poncho to grip the KYD blaster you had hidden there, sensing the tension rising a little as he thinks over his options, and not ones in your favor.

"That's a cruel thing for me to say and I hate it cause I know it's wrong, but after all I've been through on Dantooine? Now? I may have grown a bit selfish. Okay, very selfish. I'm for myself, I gotta place my survival above all, ya' know? Excuse me, but I'm thinking about what road here grants the most reward. Ole' Dunsal keep those helpful he favors in his gilded lined pocket, full of lucre and more. Where do you keep yours? And what's there where you keep yours, huh?"

"You sure made the break out to be a big deal. Hop on board with me and you can take as many as you want. Heck, you can even have a workforce of Droids to do your work for you, granted you contribute your part. Think about it, a board of your own, a place of your own."

"Yeah? And getting on the Moff's good graces could probably give me the same and more. I'm not the most privy to slave labor, but I'll admit it'd be nice to see that palace of his finished. Maybe even live in it.... Point is, I just wanna play my cards right and see what takes me farther, and I ain't sure pallin' up with the guys that don't rule the galaxy is the right way to go bout that."

>What will you do?

>>4674691
Does the Empire really strike you as the carrot over the stick types? Tell them and at best they're probably just going to say "well done now get back to work slave"

>>4674691
And yet here you are a slave drinking yourself to depressing and Moff is know sector wide for his generosity and love of traitors hence why everyone must know of how he treats them generously and lavishly with gifts and rewards instead of pocket change worth of credits and a swift boot out the door, or airlock if you complain. You'd be stuck in running up the ladder in the same place for the rest of your life.

I'm offering you a lot more than just credits and a minor bump in your station in life, I'm offering you t-to change your circumstances forever, and your only limit is how hard your willing to work for it, the sky is no limit with us.

Totally OOC but maybe someone can "driod" it up a bit.

>>4674691
>"How long do you think the Empire would keep up their end of the bargain? Long enough for you to retire? Or would they even let you? A faction full of sycophants and barely veiled cruelty is your meal ticket? At least with us droids you know where you stand, logically, rationally. Once you're done you're done and out. Safe and sound with a nice severance package. How far can you trust that not only will your superiors remain truthful but your peers as well? There doesn't need to be a better engineer than you, just a more liked one. Side with us and maybe you could even own that palace they're making you build."

Much too wordy. TL:DR; can't trust the Imps, or even your fellow man since their all looking out for their own skins too.

>>4674791
>their
Fug you stupid automatic hands. *they're

>>4674691
>"While the Empire may be the current power, and a nominal meritocracy, it is irrational. Its current power structure is a deck of cards, led by someone that is quite literally evil. All it takes is a Moff's bad day to see you terminated. Within a Droid-State, you would be invaluable. You best of all people should understand that Droids and Organics are interdependent. The design of our foundry, for example, requires organics, such as you, to function. We need you, the Empire can discard you at will. You need not trust a droid, but do a human. The choice is obvious, yes?"

>>4674791
Support

>>4674791
Support

>>4674691
Now that's ni guarantee. You be a good slave for the empire and all you'll get is a good sticker and a pat on the back. Down the line? They'll probably only see you as a disposable asset seeing how soon you were to dispose of some droids since they'd see you no better than a snitch. That or just you waiting for some other snitch to replace you. Help us help you? You'll have a whole lot of friends, and a lot more money.

>>4674791
>>4674827
Support

>>4674791
>>4674827
I like a mix of these two support

>>4674791
Backing

>>4674715
>>4674720
I know we’re not Merxelles, but I feel like if we opened the communicator this is exactly what he would say.

Unless we can’t reach him, let’s try and call. He can provide evidence and big brain arguments.

>>4674791
>>4674827
Mix of the two

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Dugok seems more like the 'one for all' type. He's riddled with material desires, covetous of fortune, willing to look for what he thinks is the 'smartest' way to go about things for an easy way out. At the same time, he's willing to work hard in the hopes of attaining something. It is true, he could sell you out to the Empire right now and get granted some waifs for his deed, but the idea he suggests is chock full of flaws he isn't considering either.

"How long do you think this Moff would keep you around if you did that? Would it be enough to retire? Do you even get to retire in the Empire?"

"Depending on how long you've served, yeah."

"Well alright, so you do get to retire. It's just a matter if you last long enough to." You say, pointing at him.

"What are you implyin', Droid?"

Well, he already said it himself, he should know. Time to fire up the processor for overtime. Leaning over the table, you put all battery power into the Logic Module.

"You say the Empire relies on competence, but then you suggest yourself earning a place near the top with the Moff by stopping whatever we have planned before it happens. Sounds like you'd be an errand boy informant. Well, you obviously gain value to the Moff that way, just until he finds someone he likes better, or someone does the same to you. You make it sound just like the old Republic's Senate, corrupt, full of shady backroom deals, where Senators can rise and fall at a m-m--Tcchhs--omentsss notice."

Dugok squints at you, raises his glass for another swig and then tilts his head a bit. "You're a Seppie aren't you? Apart of a holdout or something? Only thing I can imagine owning a Foundry besides the Empire today. Well, I know one thing, the Seppies were mostly Nemoidians. A Nemoidian you can trust as far as you can throw a Rancor Bull. You say that I wouldn't last as long in the Empire going down this route, but I take it you mean to say I would with you?"

You shake your head. "There aren't any organics of any sort with me. It's just me and my Droid general. The tw-tkk-ooo Nelvaanians outside are my only other organic contacts. I'm looking forward to rebuilding the Separatist Alliance with my general... and we plan to make it mostly Droid oriented!"

Dugok chokes up for a second on his pipe, going into a coughing fit at that. "Y-kwough! Kough! You're saying it's all Clankers then?! You want me to help a... a... a what? Organization of just Droids?"

"We need organics too, which is why I'm trying to recruit you, Dugok. With us, you know where your standing always is and you'll have your own unique place, like I said. Go..."

[SEARCHING DATABASE FOR ADEQUATE WORDING....]

"...shack up with the Moff, and you'll be surrounded by superiors and subordinates just as ambitious as you to rise through the ranks. Power hungry Imperials who wouldn't mind knocking a fatso like you out to climb over your head!"

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Dugok doesn't seem offended by you suddenly calling him fat, he sits and mules over this for the minute, looking around cautiously. Was he nervous of this conversation being eavesdropped on or something?

"Of all the things anyone could have approached me with today, I didn't expect it to be a Droid asking me to help him... fixing up an army or something. I'm not big on the Empire or anything... I don't like em', don't think that. But it just seems like those Imps get a lot of perks, the Imp job sector was obviously tempting."

"Y-Y-You said you'rrrrrrre not 'privy' to the slave labor that goes onnnn h-kkk-ere. The Moff logically wouldn't ac-shhh-c-cept someone with an opposing view to his operation into his fold."

"Stop being right already, I'm tryin' to think."

"..."

Dugok sits there pondering for a time. Your gaze shifts between the large Corellian and the beaming of a wall clock above as time sped by.

He had better make his choice fast, you either wanted to hear him agree to your terms or shoot him. You'd assume immediately that anything other than accepting your offer meant he intended to croak to the Imperials, and you couldn't have that. Your hand was still resting on your blaster, just in case...

"Ughhh..... alright, you." He broke the silence, sliding back and standing up as you did the same. "Listen, I don't want to be tethered. I'd help you, but I'm not sure how long you expect me to stick around."

"When we no longer have a use for you, that is if you stop being of a use to us, we won't shoot you like the Imperials. We'll gladly let you go on your way in peace. We'll even give you severance pay on the way."

Dugok scratches the back of his head. "Really now? So, you have that planned out already? Consulted your... General or whatever, huh?"

...Oh, scrap. Merxelles might not have the same idea in mind as you.

"Uhh, well..."

"So listen. If I help you and come on board for a while, you're telling me that when I feel like I'm done and have earned enough, I can bail whenever I want? No tethers keeping me behind? Cause I thinking, when I'd made a good enough amount that I can retire safely, I'd take my fortune and go back to Corellia, live out my days there. You're telling me I have that option?" He asked, eying you sternly.

You... might have charged into this headlong without any approval or advice from the General. Okay, that maybe might have been a mistake, because you reiterate, you don't know the General's own long term plans. So what are you supposed to tell him? Are you just going to.... lie? Well, you have lied before, but it seems like you don't like to even though you can, lying makes the Logic module have a phase.

>What will you do?

>>4675087
>open up communications: “Why not talk to him yourself?”

>>4675087
>Bring in Cool Uncle Merxelles

>>4675087
Lets just say yes for now and get back to the Foundry. I assume we can't sent data to Merx without our backpack, we'll talk there.

>>4675136
You can still transmit data to him with the communicator he gave you.

>>4675148
Transmit this conversation we had and the situation so he can do a informed choice

>>4675148
Let's do this.

>>4675151
Aw ye

>>4675148
+1, but start off by saying
>"Merxelles, we have found our engineer, with the very reasonable conditions of him being able to leave when the bantha dung hits the fan and a pension when he does. "
Clue him in into not being too aggressive/demanding.

>>4675169
Support

>>4675151
>>4675169
These too? Sure.

>>4675169
Backing, this Dugok is based

>>4675184
Seems like a prick to me, hows he based exactly?

>>4675190
He's been completely upfront with us about his intentions, zero deception on his part and he didn't flinch at the bants

>>4675169
Backing. Merx should know that a workforce that believes it has a choice is always good PR. And good PR is how you get the big population on your side.

>>4675191
True, lets just hope he doesn't decide to bail on us without saying so first.

>>4675195
That's why we give him a bodyguard the split-second we get assassin droids up and running

>>4675169
Support

>>4675198
With synthetic tits

>>4675204
Synthetits.

>>4675206
Snythighs and snythits.

>>4675151
>>4675169
+1 to these but I thought we were always transmitting?

>>4675169
I agree. I mean....i don't think credits are going to be an issue to Merxelles. Chances are, he can probably get into Nute Gunray's swiss bank account.

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"Yes, I am."

"Hurnnn... Well, I guess it's better than working in the slave zone. Alright... I'll help you." Dugok states.

Mission accomplished. Now, you could finally get onto the big work.

"Excellent. We should depart as soon as we can to start."

"Hold your Tauntauns a bit. I gotta grab my stuff first. I have a big snow tractor, it can go a long ways. I also live in it, kinda convenient. We can take it out of town. I'll need to work up a proper excuse to give the Staff Sergeant at the town post first though."

You nod to Dugok as he went to stuff his bag full of drinks from the lounge cabinet for the road. Deciding to relay your intel thus far to General Merxelles, you pull the communicator he gave you and plug it into your head's obscured socket for connections.

"General sir. I have acquired the engineer. I am on my way back to the Foundry now."

"GOOD, THIS IS PLEASING PROGRESS. A WORD OF ADVICE HOWEVER, BE CAREFUL ON THE RETURN TRIP, THE TUNDRA WASTELAND IS USUALLY PATROLLED BY PIRATES AND GANG BRIGANDS."

"Uh, sir, there is one more thing. I promised the engineer he would have the option to leave our service at any time he wants to, or whenever the Mynock dung hits the turbines, and that he'd get a pension once he did too."

"....HMM.... DID YOU NOW?"

General Merxelles brings up the holo display, and as soon as you see the Super Tactical Droid's diminished form, you recoil at his finger coming into your face. He maintained the connection, only allowing you to hear him.

"YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT, IT WAS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. YOU ARE INDEPENDENT, BUT AS WE ARE BOTH IN THIS TOGETHER, AND I AM THE ONE GIVING DIRECTIONS, I EXPECT YOU TO FALL BACK TO ME FOR ADVICE WHEN YOU ARE CLUELESS AS TO WHAT YOU SHOULD DO. I ALSO EXPECT YOU TO INQUIRE FOR MY OPINION AS WELL BEFORE YOU MAKE A CRITICAL CHOICE OR OTHERWISE LIKE THIS AGAIN. YOU ARE NOT A GENERAL YET, NOR DO YOU HAVE THE CALCULATING CAPABILITY OF ONE."

"Uh-uhh, y-yes sir! Sorry, sir!"

"I DO NOT MIND THESE CONDITIONS YOU HAVE SET. THEY ARE WITHIN REASON. ALTHOUGH, I WILL HAVE TO WORK ON FINDING A WAY TO FILL THE VOID HE WILL LEAVE IF HE ABANDONS WORKING FOR US SOONER THAN ANTICIPATED."

"Whatever you do, don't use any of those 631s."

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A SINGLE 631..... NOW, I AM DISAPPOINTED YOU DID NOT CONTACT ME FIRST. TAKE BETTER CARE TO REMEMBER YOU NEED MY OPINION TOO NEXT TIME."

"Roger roger."

General Merxelles cuts the transmission at that. You unplug your communicator and stuff it back into your pocket.

Somehow you think he wouldn't even have noticed the condition you swore to Dugok if you never told him. Oh well, time to leave.

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"Well, it seems Stud Bucket has gotten the best of both of us, Dugok." Naa'diss chimes as you exit the VIP lounge with the Corellian.

"Stud Bucket? Heh, that's what they call you?"

"Roger r-Er, Yep."

"Hmm. So, if you two gals are hopping on his wagon, that mean you ain't having anythin' to do with them... Red Bells anymore?"

"Oh no, I at least still intend to do what I can, even if I'm helping our new... acquaintance. I hope what he has planned will be just as big a help to the local cell as we've been to him thus far..."

"I see. Well, looks like we've got a little team brewin' then. Hey, Mim'vess, hows school been?"

"Ugh! Hate it... Imrial history month!"

"Sounds borii- WHAT IN THE NAME OF BENDU-"

".Uwagh?! What going on..?!" Mimve gasps, clutching to you for safety.

"Uh oh."

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"CAAAAANTIIIIINNNAAAAAAA CLAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH!"

Oh. Well it was your luck. Turns out ole' Twagi wasn't down for the count when he fell out. Looks like he started up a good romp after all!

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Tables were being flipped, drinks sent flying! Chairs were being whipped! Everyone was having a... a... a blitz! Throwing punches, casting kicks! Ooohhh! You see one get through off the second floor!

>>4675386
aw fuck we gotta slip before the cops get here

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Ouch! Talk about nasty, those two Devaronians were using one of the Grans as a battering ram to poke holes in the wall! And that Trandoshan was a few seconds away from attempted murder! Force above! But you especially feel bad for the guy getting beat up by the Wookiee in the background as another human in a vest tries to tear their large furry friend away from the violence!

You look up ahead and see the exit past all the violence.

"Uhhh.... Dugok? There's a back door exit, right?"

"Have you see how tightly packed the buildings are in this town? Take a good guess."

".....Hutt spit...."

Well, you gotta somehow maneuver around the Cantina clash to safety. You take point and lead the others ahead, trying to go around...

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Tap tap.

"Hmm?"

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Oh lovely, a burly Gamorrean wrestler who happened to be waiting behind a wall you passed.

"GHRUUUUUNNNKKKK.....!"

And he was every bit as angry and drunk as the rest of the establishment's patrons. You don't speak grunt, but that growl he made and the blast of air coming from his nostrils probably translated to something along the lines of "I'm going to tear your head off".

>Better act fast before the piggy squeals and squashes you.

>>4675392
"Hey, at least buy me a drink first."

>>4675392
Punch him in the eyes or twist both his nipples, then leg it out of there with everyone. I mean look at them they're huge. Make sure Mimve is safe.

>>4675397
Don't think the nipple twist will be effective, we want to stun him, not to try to cause him pain. Some norf-looking lad like this is probably easily able to ignore the pain from a twist.

>>4675392
Kick him in the BALLS! CLASSIC Barfight tactic, plus we ain't got time to waste here.

>>4675400
not guaranteed he would have balls, but he he does, kicking them should be the first thing we should do.

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>>4675397
With hands like these, eye gouging will be hard.
Looks like we’re going for the ol’ Nip Twist.

>>4675399
>>4675400
Good points. Better idea:
>DICK TWIST

>>4675391
Oh shits its King Koop-

>>4675392
Oh shit its GaNORFean
Lets see, belly too big, blocks dick kick
Mantits too fat, nipple twist ineffective
Eyes small but obvious weak point
Solution clear
POKE 'EM INNA EYE

>>4675405
How is a very pointy metal edge not good for poking out eyes?
>4675406
Once again, we don't even know if that shit would work. Don't try to apply human stuff to aliens.

>>4675415
By the law of narrative function, he is a big muscle macho man and we are a masked desperado of ambiguous sexual identity. Thanks to article 5 subsection c, if we were to grab him by the balls, he would squeal and squirm in a humorous fashion before we do end up forcing him to faint. Trust me, /tv/ said so.

>>4675428
He might not even have balls, retard
> ambiguous sexual identity.
Lol what? All B1 Droids are Male (as far as their mind/personality goes). It's part of their programming.

>>4675438
that means we can get modify ourselves to get female programming which means we can become Mimve's robo mommy
Imagine the possibilities

>>4675446
Nah I'm just shitting around, Stud Bucket is perfect the way he is

>>4675446
And suffer ego death? Sounds dumb. We're Stud Bucket, Mimve's Big Brother Aniki.

>>4675438
Gamoreans are comic relief at best man, trust me, they have balls. Not to mention droids haven't got junk so by extension Stud Bucket is Studly, but still ambiguous.

>>4675452
>ego death
Whut

>>4675460
I mean, we're a Droid, we rely on programming that can be altered on a whim indefinitely. We could change as much as we want. We could make our personality be however we like.

>>4675392
https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Stun
Most Imperial blasters have a stun setting right?
Just give him a good night zip and get out

>>4675460
Ego Death = Your personality, your identity, basically you as a whole would be dead. Sure, we can 'change' ourselves, but it wouldn't really be us anymore, would it?

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>QM wondering whether to write about a robot stabbing the eyes, pinching the nips, twisting the dick of a alien pig or all 3 at once.

>>4675485
Why not all three? Grab his dick AND his nipple, then twist, then release the nipple and gouge at the eyes

>>4675519
I don't wanna touch either of those things. Stabbing the eyes is good, but the other ones are gross. We'd have to clean our hands with industrial grade clorox to clean it off.

>>4675466
If we got a stun setting time to use it

>>4675530
Alright, let’s try this. Then poke eyes/twist dick/pinch nips, if we can’t stun him.

>>4675542
>Kick him in the dick we don't want alien ball sweat on our hands

>>4675392
Why not hook our fingers in his nose and TWIST

>>4675519
we'd need extra arms, so not yet.

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>>4675669
>tfw the sole reason you welded extra limbs on was to give titty twisters to aliens with extra nipples

https://youtu.be/KvQebvujpC4

>>4675809
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eaq8DHkCC3E&ab_channel=NicholasDamiani

>>4675406
TWIST HIS DICK

>>4675814
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJsabkWqwTs

>>4675392
Smash his eyes in. Not poking them, locking in our finger joints and going full force on our servos.

>>4675406
DICK TWIST SUPPORT

>>4675814
https://youtu.be/1E1VY4KOghI
>The Anons right now

>>4676174
Honestly I feel like people never twisted a dick before. You need both hands to get it far enough to hurt. Even then it's really not that bad. Better off just pulling the nuts. In any case it's fucking dumb and isn't nearly as debilitating as they seem to think it will be. Not only does he have adrenaline from being an ugly bas- uh pig man he's also drunk. Pain no work to good on drunk.

Eye gouging is mint, though. Always a good decision.

>>4676190
Yeah poke em in their eyes

>>4676190
>>4676206
Yeah, poke him like we're going to poke Naa'diss when we have the special upgrades to

>>4676238
Nay. Stud Bucket is Mimve's Big Brother. We are not Habsburgs.

>>4676240
No, we are her best friend. She herself says so.

>>4676250
You don't fuck your best friend's sister. Unless they are asking you to continue the bloodline of course. But that wouldn't matter anyway unless rat ladies can get pregnant from oil.

>>4676250
Yeah, but we're obviously like a big brother.

Also, droids don't have any drive. Not B1 Droids, at least.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>4676238
I shall slay ye for the glory of the ThreadFather

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>4676268
I will try again to repair my shame

>>4676254
They're wolves, and artificial insemination is a thing.

>>4676261
Then it's time to acquire a drive. A hard drive.

>>4676268
>>4676270
Pffffft

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>4676279
Fine I'll just ask him to lend me power to smite this heretic

>>4676296
Op has abandoned me

>>4676279
>artificially inseminating with oil because a droid has no dna
Genius. They are hamsters.

>>4676279
Die Furry. Our B2 wife is waiting for us back in the snow.

>>4676296
gimme ur damn dice

>>4676329
No dummy, we synthesize a suitable fluid to carry the sperm cells for insemination through new parts from an upgrade. And no, they are lupines.

>>4676347
Would a B2 girl be a muscle girl?

>>4676363
Yes.

>>4676347
Stud Bucket's only waifu is FREEDOM.

>>4676347
>>4676363
>>4676370
Überbased. Chances are we have tons of memories of those buff metal bodies saving our ass in the war.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>4676350
Aight here they are try to smite em

Rolled 99 (1d100)

Damn it guys, what did I tell you? What was the rule I laid down that you defy? Fine, then I'm killing all of you.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>4676396
I tried to stop it my Lord

>>4676363
I was unaware circuit boards and steel plating carried genetic material viable for reproduction. How many times I gotta tell you spoopledump Stud Bucket got no code to transfer.

And yes, they are gerbils.

>>4676396
IM SORRY

>>4676396
Mercy pls Level

>>4676401
bro give up on the rolling....

>>4676427
Don't worry he's eating all the bad luck so our rolls are better when they need to be.

Or it is the mighty tism.

>>4676396
YES LORD, BRING THE FLOOD! CLEANSE THIS LAND OF SINNERS!

>>4676405
Yeah thats why you get the sperm first and load it like a gun.
And no, they really aren't.
https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Nelvaanian/Legends

>>4676430
i think it is either way?

>>4676432
We don't have any sperm you ninnynonschlumtimtamflimflam.

Ayup, them some'ol' big moles right there if'n I've ever done seen 'em yessir.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>4676401
You have failed me for the last time.

>>4676406
>>4676425
No forgiveness.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>4676427
>If you want me to stop roll higher than me

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>4676443
oh now you can do it

>>4676446
oof

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>>4676442
>Exterminatus
Maybe I should’ve posted the death star instead, oh well.

>>4676442
I'm the dude that rolled a 99 last thread and then went to hell for rolling a one

I present the best of both the horny anons and the serious anons.
>Shoot him in the dick
how do you tell the good quests from the mediocre quests? amount of horny

>>4676456
Our design does not include horns.

>>4676456
It's a bar fight once a blaster comes out all blasters come out

>>4676363
Yes B2s would be Muscels

>>4676456
We dont have horns dummy

So, uh, how are we going to deal with AT-ATs, besides the obvious tripping methods? Which might be impractical for the droid army to pull off.

I think we should get Bucket an big polearm-wielding mecha, for FREEDOM distributing purposes

>>4676574

Could try having droids with mag-clamps wait in ambush with explosive satchels. Have them lay in wait, clamber up the AT-AT's leg(s), set explosives in the joints and then detonate.

>>4676585
Speaking of explosives, we could use those disguised bomber droids from The Clone Wars.

>>4676574
Just have a vulture droid latch onto the legs and poke the joints until the leg loses function. EZ PZ give them a stabs there are no flaws to this plan.

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"GHUURRRRNNK!"

Oh phrik, HE'S ATTACKING! You do the only thing you think reasonable once you pinpoint a possible weakness!

"YAAAH!"

You jam 'em in the eye! The Gamorrean squeals and trashes, shambling backwards to take a mighty fall back into a table, splashing liquor and sending a reverberating force through the walls and floor!

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Well, that was easy. He's screaming in ungodly pain as he clenches his... bleeding face? What, all you did was use one finger to poke his..... eye.

"Oh..... I am... so sorry."

With a flick, you drop that... err, eye off... letting it fall into a cup as you wipe the blood on your poncho. Damn, that was a lot more than you intended.

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Truthfully? You weren't really sorry.

Quickly though, there isn't any time to waste. You shimmy against the walls and move around the corner, getting closer to the doors with your companions right behind you.

"Set blasters to stun! Take them down!"

"Copy!"

Phew, looks like you reached the door just in time to avoid getting electrocuted by the Troopers as they storm in to stop the Cantina clash.

From what you could tell, there was suddenly a lot more Stormtroopers outside the building in the street than before. Just act casual and you shouldn't get into any more trouble as you tread on out...

>>4676863
Don’t worry, Gamorrean eyes grow back! (I think)

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"Gaghhh, musta' been Twagi's doin' back there. He's a... stick-head, likes to rile folk up."

"Stick head?"

"Yeah, he's on Death Sticks, the rumor goes. Or just plain crazy."

Well, that was quite the scene. Feels better being out now as you standing around in the middle of the road with Dugok, Mimve and Naa'diss.

"So, now that we're all on board, I take it we're set?"

"As soon as I get my belongings, yeah. I live in the northern section of town. Oh, and keep the Credits by the way, if we're leaving, what am I gonna buy with those?" Dugok says, waving his hand dismissively at the bag Naa'diss carried. "Keep up for the opportune time."

"Right. Stud Bucket." She addresses you, holding Mimve's hand tight. "I want to come too, I want to see just what it is you 'have in store' where you're going. And I suspect Mim'vess does too?"

"Yes, yes!"

"I knew it. Well, I'm going back home for the time being then to prepare Mim'vess and myself. I'll meet back up with you." Naa'diss informs you before promptly nodding and turning to walk off with Mimve, who waved back at you.

Stepping forward, Dugok places his hand on your shoulder. "Right. I'll need till' midnight, it's the best time to leave, everyone will be asleep and I'll have my junk, and the authorities tipped off with an appeal. My mobile home is a HAVt-B6 Juggernaut."

"A juggernaut...? You don't mean... like a Clone Turbo Tank, do you?!"

Dugok shakes his head. "Nah, not one of those colossi. Mine's a small civilian grade one, it has modified treads for the snow and I live in it. It's parked outside town on the northern end... meet me there at midnight and I can drive us to wherever your Foundry is."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Hm. If you're not too busy, I might use a hand my way until then."

Well, he needs his space to get himself completely ready, and there could be a few tasks he needs help with. Naa'diss and Mim'vess are going back home for the rest of daylight. You need to decide how you're going to spend your time until departing Sprawl.

>What will you do?

>>4676903
Go back with the awoos. I wanted to talk to Marjar'Hudool before we left and learn more about the Jedi things.

>>4676903
Cant forget what hand we have a busted trigger finger on

>>4676903
Before the girls leave, do they want to take their master with us? Do they need to buy rations? We dont know if we have much in the ways of food at the foundry. Perhaps we can buy some with Dugok.

Speaking of Dugok, let's go with him. We might learn a thing or two.

>>4676903
>Go with Dugok
Quick question, what are our goals for upgrading right now? I kinda want to make ourselves into a general grievous knock off but with firearms.

>>4676976
Lets do it like Mayfelds gun arm

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>>4676976
I was thinking a fallout style sentry bot but with droidekas in place of those spherical wheels

>>4676976
We could do both. Grievous had some blasters within some of his arms I think.

Why stop at four arms when we could get Vishnu pilled and have eight?

>>4677014
That'd be pretty rad.

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>>4677025
Because there's a point where your ideas could drop off into the sea of ridiculousness.

>>4677035
Does that guy... have lightsaber knees?

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>>4677040
Yes anon, that guy has lightsaber knees.
Also he preys on children or something.

>>4677040
Yes. How does he even wipe his own ass?

>>4677045
He probably sucks their toes.
Me personally, I think we could do with at most two sabers, but you cant go wrong with a blaster or two. We should also arm up with flashbangs. I'm not sure how protective clone Trooper tier helmets can be, but they cant protect against everything. Would be good to use if we have the misfortune to fight a jedi/Sith. Just detonate a concussion grenade on your body and you're all set.

>>4677045
>horny posting about mimve.jpg

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>>4677046
You don't go to the b room wearing clothes you dummkopf. Well, unless you're a...

Wonder if the droid Huyang is still around

>>4676912
Support, let’s go chat with space wizard

Looks like we're tied.

>>4676903
I say we go with Dugok. The ayys can take care of themselves and with the master they don't have anything to worry about.

>>4676903
>>4676976
Support, might as well lend him a hand to keep him sweet since we're gonna be relying on him a lot in the future

>>4677157
Switching to Dugok for tiebreaking and to get work done. I guess we can chat with Telekinesis Geezer later at the foundry.

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Nodding back to Naa'diss and waving to Mim'vess, you turn and follow Dugok as he wades down the wide range of the town's center lane, fixing his pipe up with some liquid from a small metal box to smoke again.

"So, what do you need a hand a hand with? I'm no 631, but I'm sure I can help somehow."

"Ewelll, let's just say the engine on my 'ole 'naut needs a little tinkering first, and the satellite on top is busted, can't reach the Holonet with that broke. And I might need a little help moving some special cargo. Oh, guess I could introduce you to Ceedee too."

"See dee?"

"CD-507. My droid, predecessor model to the all-too famous Astromechs. She's a reliable little thing, even if she's not completely up to date."

"Huh, alright."

"Yeah. I'm sure you'll get along just fi-"

"Well, well, well! What have we here? Mmmm... Ah, you're.... Csiron Phaanell, my recent hire."

"Guh-uh- ugh! M-Mo..."

"Oh, hu hu hu hu! What's the matter, Acklay got your tongue? Oh, I jest. But it is good to meet you, I didn't think I would so fast. Let me stress Csiron, your work will be invaluable in the maintenance department and you will be handsomely reward for your labor, we had a great need for one with utility skills such as you...." The strange man stopping you both says before glancing to you with an intrigued glare. "Mmm, and who might this be? I haven't seen you before. A new arrival to town? Perhaps a colonist, or some other type of wayfaring seeker?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?" You respond. Dugok looks like his heart just sank as his eyes bulge out from you saying that.

"Oh? You don't know, do you? Hah hah hah, that's fine. Csiron"

"M-My-My friend... this is the Sector governor.... M-M-M..."

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"Moff! Hm hm hm, indeed, I am the Moff of the Dufilvian sector. My name is Dunsal Vlad Zarazum, charmed." He introduces himself. "Oh, apologies for my... interrupting, Csiron."

"N-No problem, sir! None at all!"

The man standing before you was, at the least you could say... flamboyant? Decorated with regal wear made of expensive, fine furs and boasting striking blue eyes, hair that jiggled like it was made out of the softest silk. He was flanked by multiple Imperial soldiery of the elite variety, clad as charcoal black warriors with an utmost aura of... death. They were certainly giving you the stares of seasoned killers, watching your every move.

"Forgive my rudeness, sir, I am simply wary of strangers. Is all." You say, calculating a response. Though, it looked... suspicious when the stranger was clearly tailed by this elite detail and dozens more Stormtroopers. Really suspicious.

"Ah, there's nothing wrong with that." He dispels that greeting. "You come off... a bounty hunter to me. I admit I look at you and see someone... enigmatic. It interests me highly. Not that I intend to come so forward... but I am always looking for the services of... 'good' Bounty Hunters for some jobs. I'll just drop that out there."

"I will remember that, sir. What's the occasion for you gracing us today?" You try to strike up a casual conversation, never minding that Dugok was sweating bullets in this cold weather.

"I have come for an inspection of the town's drafted workers, on account of that, a few... mishaps have occurred in the construction zone for the Crondre City Palace on specific places workers from Sprawl here were assigned. I've only wanted to sort this out, ensure that these mistakes are really just mistakes. With no malice behind them." The Moff says. Seems like he's rooting out potential saboteurs today, to send a message maybe. Someone... might die today.


"I noticed as I approached that you and Dugok happened to come out of that Cantina. My officer informed me ANOTHER Cantina Clash happened. My men are dispersing it, make no worry. That you are a new face around these parts, I apologize profusely for you having witnessed that, on behalf of the whole sector administration. Really, I do. Businesses should not suffer blows to their reputation like this. Some people just don't have courtesy. It seems that the perpetrator... assuredly did not have any, a clear sign of disorder and deviance! A heinous violation of the Law's order."

"I'll say. You'd think with how many soldiers are around here, we wouldn't have hooligans fooling around like that. I hope he gets a beefy fine for causing that fight."

"Oh, you'd think! You'd think! I concur!" He motions with his finger, smiling with clear amusement before dropping it and looking towards the Cantina with disgust.

"Buuuut, a fine? Seems so... lenient. What's learned from the loss of fleeting, material lucre when it is so easy to get back? Nothing truly, at least, I don't think... In order to instill civility to the people and... ensure the peace is kept, it is the job of The Law... nay, the rightful duty of The Law, to pass down correct judgment on deviancy. Otherwise, the avenues to chaos open and unfold."

Twirling his fingers, Moff Dunsal signals two of his Shadowtroopers. The black armored government thugs walk off towards the Cantina at his mark and he looks back at you and a very afraid Dugok.

"I want my people, like any reasonable and sensible Moff should, to feel safe, even in the farthest reaches of any planet. I want them to know, that no matter how remote they can be, the gleaming shield of Law and order will always be there to protect them. That is the sovereign duty of the Empire. Lest we be reduced to shambles of uncertainty, and incivility, like the Outer Rim."

"What is your name, son?"

"Uhh, my nickname is Stud Bucket. Cause I've been told I'm quite tough... and look like a bucket?"

Dugok audibly gulps.

"...Eh, I'll take. Stud Bucket... would you like me to demonstrate what is right? It will only take just a moment of your time."

>What will you do?

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>4677260
I ROLL TO SHOOT DUNSAL
(Please don’t actually shoot him I don’t want to die by death trooper)

>>4677263
Let's uh...just go along with it, i guess. And try to not look very suspicious.

>>4677263
"I can't refuse a request from the Sector Governor in good conscience."
>character development inbound

>>4677263
“If it’s no problem for you, gladly!”

We get to see these guys in action and analyse their tactics

>>4677263
I know his type. Only tough when he thinks he has all the cards. Screw it, backing this >>4677266

Also, either Dugok is an alias or his actual name is Csiron Phaanell. Either way that's something we need to address later.

>>4677268
Csiron is his middle name which means Moff is a pedantic asshole

>>4677271
Ah, never mind then. Yeah that only confirms my bias. How much you wanna bet he's gonna try to punch us and say MiGhT mAkEs RiGhT? Idiots going to blow our cover.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnpeeIuohco&ab_channel=HerbertZihlmann

>>4677263
Sir, far be it from me to keep you from your righteous duties. I get a better idea now of how important your job is and I'd hate to delay you any longer with my ugly mug. But, I do hope we can meet again to conduct some civilized business. Hopefully without another clash to ruin things. A good day to you. (We should offhandedly whisper loud enough to Dugok about how handsome the Moff is in person once we pass, so Dunsal can here.)

>>4677281
This, he seems very very ego driven so let's play to that to keep things smooth as can be as we make it to our destination

Oh yeah you know what adding this >>4677281 to my previous backing here >>4677268

>>4677017
Those are called mecanum wheels anon.

>>4677281
I feel like he'll just insist that we come.

>>4677263
>No thanks, Csirrion here owes me a new sensor relay...we ought to be moving now it's been a pleasure meeting you Moff."

>>4677267
This. Whatever he has planned, it'll likely showcase to us how the Empire rules through fear, and then we'll be able to pinpoint that and Merx can exploit it.

>>4677340
I mean we all know this particular choice doesn’t really matter he’s just gonna do the typical evil:
“Oh no, I insist.”
Then we get dragged over by gunpoint and you wonder why he doesn’t just shoot us already. But it’s the principle of choice and maybe he’ll remember our response 2 threads later or something so his dialogue changes slightly.

>>4677281
This but say he's nice.
It's bad to lie

>>4677263
>Nah no need my good sir i understand what you mean with trying to prevent this place becoming another hive of scum but its a important thing to remember when punishing and judge to not punish civilians too much or there productivity and moral will sink low and one does want to cure the sickness and not merely the symptom as a man of your stature and sophistication would know

>>4677266
Support.

>>4677263
Wait, moff is a title? I always thought the name of the guy in the movie was Moff Tarkin, and grand was something he forced his subordinates to say.

>>4677585
Nah Grand Moff is a title, like Grand Admiral kinda, but in space.

>>4677263
> “uh, the “easy to get back” doesn’t really apply to drunkards who fight in bars, but I suppose the Moff would know best”

>>4677266
Seems like the most logical response

>>4677585
Moff? More like Muff amirite?!

>>4677724
Muff? More like Snuff amirite?!