Shadows of Bankor

Target had been spotted in and around Rygor, so the best thing to do was to check around and rub some elbows with the locals and the low-lifes. Being away from the apartment, Dove took the opportunity to light a cigarette, and got to work to mingle around and listen to the pulse of the city.

Someone had to have seen Baji Ugot at some point. Hopefully recently.

OOC: Average Streetwise check please.

D1 LA Streetwise/Cunning for finding bounty information. Destiny to upgrade: 2eP+1eA+2eD 2 successes, 1 threat

She learns that her target was possibly seen going to and from the foundry. It was unclear if they were working there but there is a bar near there that is a popular hangout for the workers called The Pitt.

She was doing well until a trio of storm troopers start accosting people for their ‘papers’. She is the next on their list and a trooper said, “Ma’am we need to see your papers.”

OOC: Threat used.

Darnit. She missed the days when these patrols weren't so ubiquitous. "Ma'am?" she turned up the charm at least, fixing the trooper with a sultry look. "Do I look that old already that I'm now, ma'am. You wound a lady with such words, sir."

"Is there a problem, officer?"

"Papers please," the trooper replied flatly.

She missed the days when soldiers were way more easily distracted by a pair of pretty eyes.

"A moment, please, I think it's in the bottom of my bag somewhere. Oh, I hope I didn't forget it..." a soft sigh, "so hard to be a lady some time. So many bags, that are their own black holes."

I will murder that stupid handsome trooper with my thighs if they somehow managed to tag my name.

A few more sighs as she was digging in the bag. With one hand holding three chapsticks, two lipsticks, a compact, ten receipts, and a half-eaten Hydro-Snickers.

"Ah, here it is." Good ol' passport.

The trooper held out their hand for the papers. The other two waited with weapons drawn.

"Darlings, it's just chapstick," she chuckled, handing over the papers with all the confidence she could muster.

A cold mechanical voice said, “ST-834562, what seems to be the problem here.”

The tall figure approached ducking under an overhang. His cloak billowed behind him as he approached. There was a coldness to his presence. The papers flew from the trooper’s hand to his as he casually inspected it.

All three troopers come to attention.

He stopped and looked at the woman at nearly 2 meters he said in that same cold mechanical voice, “This is a terrible picture. I apologize for this inconvenience, but could you state your name?”

OOC: Destiny flipped.

Aw, bantha-poodoo.

"Oh?"

Dove curiously leaned over to look at the picture herself. "I guess the picture doesn't do me justice..." she murmured, looking up at the strange figure of the Inquisitor.

With someone like that, sticking to the truth as much as possible was the safest way. And there was really no point in contradicting the name on the paper. "Dove, sir. Dove Gray."

“It is a pleasure Dove, Dove Gray. What brings you to Bankor?” he said casually as he studied the passport.

"A pleasure, sir." No it wasn't.

"Just a gal making a living in the Empire. I'm a bounty hunter, helping with keeping order and all that. Just looking for a target when I came upon these fine troopers."

“I respect Bounty Hunters, they do honest work cleaning up the galaxy of vermin. They also do it for the highest bidder, but not everyone is perfect.”

“Does the name Oraka Hin mean anything to you?” he said calmly.

He closed the passport and with his free hand touched her chin delicately and for a moment she feels herself lift on the ground a few centimeters before touching the ground lightly giving her stomach flutters.

The air got cold as he waited for an answer.

OOC: Failed use advantage for terror.

Inquisitor Force vs. Dove: 3eF+2eP+1eA+2eD 1 failure, 1 advantage, 1 Light Side, 3 Dark Side

Dove hadn't really gotten any up, close, and personal meetings with dangerous Force users. Petrus didn't count as a dangerous Force user, after all. The kid could hardly tie his own shoelaces sometimes.

So this was slightly terrifying, and she let it show in her tension that his power did scare her.

"I... think I've seen the name on one of those Imperial notices, sir." She swallowed the dryness in her throat. "Seemed a little above my league, with such a high bounty."

“Dove, Dove Gray,” he said in that cold mechanical tone.

His fingers wrapping around her chin as he leaned closer, “Who is the boy… the boy that does not scare you.”

OOC: Using Advantage for knowing she knows someone of interest.

Inquisitor Force vs. Dove: 3eF+2eP+1eA+2eD 2 failures, 5 advantage, 1 Light Side, 3 Dark Side

It was good that this dude terrified her, because then she didn't have to act that she was terrified. She knew as much that with people this powerful, it was good to let them think you were scared... which was easy when you actually were.

"Sir... almost everyone on this planet is not-scary, next to someone as powerful as you. I was... just thinking of one of the... fine troopers I met the other day, handsome young man. But not scary."

Now she really did prefer stupid sexy trooper over this current situation.

“Never mind the trooper, the boy… red hair… but his features are obscured to me,” he hissed his fingers now wrapping around her neck. He really envied Lord Vader in that moment, this would be just a tad bit cooler with a gesture.

Oh well.

He had not started crushing yet as he commanded, “The BOY.”

OOC: This is looking like a Deception check versus 2 red and a purple, if so flip a destiny to make it 3 red.

"I... I don't know who he is, sir. I swear."

Praise the maker she was good at lying through her teeth. Even when engaged in what seemed like the prelude to a choke.


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D1 LA Deception against the sexy Inquisitor? Pretty please, Orokos. I'm just a Dove who is misunderstood: 3eA+3eC 1 success, 2 advantage, 1 Despair


Success is a successful lie, at least.
Advantages to make him believe she's not hiding anything?
Despair PMed.

His grip tightened and for a moment he almost squeezed and then casually tossed her aside into a fruit stand. He then turned and then paused just a split second before she hit the fruit and pulled her back into his hand.

“I don’t like wasting good material. Perhaps you don’t know this Oraka but you know something, Dove, Dove Gray.”

“Tomorrow evening, you will join me for dinner. We will have another chat, and you will have something useful for me. You are now my agent, understood?” his visor was centimeters from her eyes.

OOC: Despair activated for a romance.

Well, she was certainly grateful for not being made part of a fruit-salad.

"Uh... of course." Dove had a feeling this wasn't a guy to take rejection easily. So she blinked a few times in surprise, staring into the red visor that hid whatever features he had. Oh maker, I hope at least he's handsome underneath that mask, and not a Gamorrean or something. "Yes, sir..."

Dove knew she should've taken up safer part-time work. Like stripping or go-go-dancing. Instead of bounty hunting and escort-service for Imps.

"I am the Empire's command."

Enter Dove, the double-agent?

“My people will find you, Dove, Dove Gray if you decide to skip town,” he said releasing her from his grip, but she was still floating a few centimeters off the ground.

He then gently dusted off her shoulders and handed her passport, “Your papers seem in order.”

“I have attached a holonet link, please feel free to review this encounter and take our survey. I hope my service has been excellent,” he said in his deadpan mechanical voice.

He then turned and walked away the troopers following, it was only once he was out of sight that she fell to the ground on her feet.

Ehehehe, perish the thought. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd probably find her even on the moons of Bogden.

"Th... thank you," she accepted the passport back. "I will... keep that in mind, yes."

When she finally could feel the safety of the ground underneath her boots and the inquisitor and troopers were out of sight, she let out a looong breath she had been holding in for a while.

"Zounds. I'm kriffed." What did one wear to a date with an Imperial Inquisitor anyway?

Some moments later, she knew she had to take advantage of this mess, somehow. She'd have to talk with Mahon, once she had thought this through. Tomorrow morning seemed best. And somehow break those news to Petrus as well.


/scene, I think

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