Noventa - A Star Wars Story

With that, you make your way off of the hangar while the others wave at the beautiful lady who walked on without her. The droid, having finished up his mission, returns back to the charging station to rest up for the daily shift. In a few hours, life would return to the spaceport and things would begin anew. When they discovered that the crate was missing several hours later, they could not find any evidence of who managed to enter into the station except for the guards whose code was entered.

They would be dealt with after the festival concluded.

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Clementine walks towards the door. Each step is slightly smaller, though. Then every third step, he half-turns to look behind him. Then every other step. Eventually, it's less of a walk and more of a strange, halting dance. The crate is too well packed for there to be any sloshing or clinking, but perhaps one imagines it.

At the wide loading door, Clementine looks one last time from the Kaneesa to the droid -- and then away, turning out to walk in to the night. His vocoder hisses and spits static, quietly: not able to think through this without talking, not wanting to share, not able to produce clear audio at low volume. Occasionally, a word emerges from the digital mumble, but it only grows quieter and less distinct.

[i]I do not have any bolt on me. No, no bolt. And that is not easy. You have to hustle to keep the bolt off your chest. Times have been lean, yes they have. Kaneesa has been keeping an eye out for the big score. This is a score. I cannot make a mess of it. Not for you, buddy. Not for anyone. Thinking like that does not keep the bolt off your chest. Thinking like that does not keep the power trickling. Thinking like that does not keep spare parts in stock.[/i] Some pneumatics in his arm, used for raising and lowering and disengaged while the crate is lifted, hiss and clank, as if running through a diagnostic check and finding a ghostly piece of grit that can't quite work out.

[i]No bolt on me, buddy. Not for you. Not for anyone. [/i]

"Kay! Thanks fellas!" Kaneesa motions to Clem and they set out to walk away into the night.

They all look at you like it was believable. After all, you haven't lied to them yet. "Fine, fine. Tomorrow it is. I'll...I'll remember it. Don't you worry..." The way he's swaying and his half-awake appearance, one would find that incredibly hard to believe.

The droid looks at you as you begin to carry the crate of booze out the way, simply staring at the exit door.

It looks as though thru some luck, you're going to make out of this scott free. Just have to leave the building and you're in the clear.

"Thats'a one!" Kaneesa lips. He drops a little, obscuring the data terminal. "You are the best, you know that? Come on Clem, let's get these guys a reward."

Kaneesa goes to open the container, barely able to restrain his greed as he wants to inventory his haul for this impromptu con.

"I'll be back tomorrow wid' all da paperwork, it's fine, ya dig?"

[url=http://orokos.com/roll/673404]Con the worker into signing over the shipment-Deception-hard-Boost from Cefey-Sense Emotions-Influence-Loom[/url]: [u]2eA+1eP+2eB+3eD+1eF[/u] [b]4 successes, 1 advantage, 2 Light Side[/b]
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(OOC: Light side converted to advantage. Loom for extra advantage. Is 4 advantage enough to have a lack of paperwork lost in the shuffle until it's the Imp's problem?)

The crate comes to you all with the help of two heavy lifting droids. The other stare at the crate while looking for it, waiting for Clementine to react.

[Contempt: They are debased lifeforms filled with simple needs. If not for my restraining bolt, I would no longer be held back by these meatbags humans.] The droid beeps a few times after finished, removing its grip on the crate of liquor.

[i][Statement: I too know drunken organics. In fact, I spend a very large amount of time with them.][/i] Class 5 small-talk.Unless the crate is truly massive, Clementine could probably hoist it himself, but load-sharing is an important part of load-lifting programming, in case of bulky items, extra care against impact damage, or one or more units functioning below capacity.

The droid looks down at you. Beeping back at you in statement. [Frustration: They'll only look bad upon me. I hate humanoids who show drunken displays, especially these meatbags.] It accepts the help with the crate movement to go faster as it moves it along.

Meanwhile, the meatbags continue to sway around and look around, waiting for the fresh crate of booze that's coming to them.

Clementine moves helpfully alongside the labor droid, beeping and whistling at it in binary. [i][Statement: I can retrieve the crate.][/i] It's one-part attempt to support the hustle, and one-part solidarity.

"Now, that crate...it'sa all mine, right." The way Kaneesa says it makes it almost sound like a question. "We betta get the whole order, or people'a be stomin' dere feet."

The Gungan looks back over at Cefey, inclining his head toward the pair.

"We betta do the basic papa'-work. Dat way, no one is after ya balls later."

The man comes back. "Heeey...my friend over here needs his crate." He shouts over to a lifter Droid currently charging over at his station. The droid removes itself from it and looks down at the guard. "Gooo on...git the crate."

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The Droid starts at the drunk for a few moments before looking down at the crate of liquor's location and makes his move over to collect the crate, a few annoyed stomps from having been awaken from its recharging station along the way.

Clementine clanks along, waving goodbye to the larger group. He stays close to Kaneesa. Almost universally among sentients, followers are a mark of status, and Clementine is a one-man retinue -- bodyguard, enforcer, and about half-a-dozen porters all together.

He keeps on wandering closer and farther from Cefey. With Kaneesa was the point of a triangle, and the line between Clementine and Cefey the base, the angle keeps moving from obtuse to acute, with his distance from Kaneesa a constant. He's normally a friendly sort, and he seemed to have taken a shine to the Twi'lek, but as the proceedings move closer and closer to the actually criminal, he grows visibly unsure. [i]The boss trusts her and I trust the boss[/i] wars with [i]you can trust your crew and no-one else.[/i]

Kaneesa nods. "Keep the one who takes us distracted. If you can make sure that he doesn't see anything wrong, all the better. We're going to try a two step on them."

Kaneesa reaches back and fake hiccups, stumbling after the married man. "C'mon, I'll help ya find it!" Kaneesa pulls out a half full bottle, pretending the stumble as he heads to the terminal.

It wasn't the best, but eh, she could acknowledge that they'd be in bigger poo-doo than her. "Mmmkay... that, and I get to call in a favor in the future, mr. jazz-hands," she teased warmly.

It wasn't her style to be standing in the nerf pile anyway.

"Need more distractions, or something else in mind?"

The others laugh at your joke about the the married man, as you arrive to your destination. Punching in a few codes and showing his ID, you are led into the storage area of it. "Lemme go look for the shipment docket. You...you all just stay here."

The married man stumbles off to a terminal, looking around at the floor. The others seem to be swaying, singing a song about a drunken Imperial officer. For a moment, there is nothing else, giving you a chance to compile yourself before the real con begins.

"Clem~" Kaneesa let's out a laugh. "He doesn't need protection. He needs an alibi!"

The Twi'lek had an interesting proposal and Kaneesa drops back to a whisper. "If you're going along with this, you'd better ride it out. 15% of the take, and we are the ones who have the connections to move the merch and we're the ones standing in the nerf pile if things go sideways."

[quote="Flession"]"HEY man..." One of the guards says to the other, leaning on Kannessa for support. "It's been...you alright...you know that...you a good...GOOD friend. Stop by your place anytime we go there to Prof--proff--prooffidence. Kay. Yeah...love me some jizz!" Another man gives a half-energetic cheer as you make your way to the opening door. "So..we gonna go in, grab your booze...annnd you..." His motion beings to sway a little, the feeling of consciousness seems to be losing it. "You go...and we go and sleep...cause my wife is gonna [b][i]kill [/i][/b]me." He snorts laughing at it while looking up at the Twi'lik. "Sorry...sorry...I'm married...don't wanna get yer hopes up...but...fin--find a nice guy pretty lady..."[/quote]

Clementine stepped in to support the swaying guard as Kaneesa stepped away to confer with Cefey. It was really more like offering a railing to lean on, but if the man starts to slide Clementine puts out the fine manipulators to grab him. It may resemble a little too much the collar-and-belt hold used by bouncers across the galaxy to give erstwhile patrons the old heave-ho, but it will keep him vertical.

"If you need some protection from your wife, we can find you a guy," he says helpfully.

The twi'lek leaned in closer to Kaneesa. "You're gonna owe me a big one for helping you pull this off," she murmured softly to him. "Cash or favor."

Kaneesa looks around, his apprehension going. He had sent out a message to the rest of the crew, but he was running this extra last minute. On top of that, the Twi'lek from the bar was joining them. On one hand, it made it extra easy to get the men to go along...on the other, she was another witness.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get the jizz for ya in a tick a' the chrono. Just let me check with my accompaniment."

Kaneesa falls in alongside Cefey, pulling out his slitherstick and fiddling with it as an excuse to try to figure this out.

It had been a long binge. Hitting up a few places along the way, you have all ended up managed to make your way here. The sun was barely out as you arrived, most of you reek of booze and who knows what else. The men out there seem somewhat exhausted, almost like the rest of you. Minus the Droid, of course, who looks as strong and chipper as always. Being envious of a droid's need of only a few hours rest wouldn't be a uncommon attitude for anyone in the position you're in.

The Spaceport itself is still open, as it is always, but the hangars are closed for new deliveries.

"HEY man..." One of the guards says to the other, leaning on Kannessa for support. "It's been...you alright...you know that...you a good...GOOD friend. Stop by your place anytime we go there to Prof--proff--prooffidence. Kay. Yeah...love me some jizz!" Another man gives a half-energetic cheer as you make your way to the opening door. "So..we gonna go in, grab your booze...annnd you..." His motion beings to sway a little, the feeling of consciousness seems to be losing it. "You go...and we go and sleep...cause my wife is gonna [b][i]kill [/i][/b]me." He snorts laughing at it while looking up at the Twi'lik. "Sorry...sorry...I'm married...don't wanna get yer hopes up...but...fin--find a nice guy pretty lady..."