SWRPF Archive Where in the Galaxy is Carmen Sandiego?

IC ~ Ekoth, Commenor
Grand Conference Room, Air and Darkness Casino

Ekoth arrived fairly late to the conference room. The imposing but almost cudily wookie figure stalked the back area of the room. His hulking frame rested against one of the pillars with his arms crossed listening to the short and plump blue creature standing at the podium. Ekoth's brown fur rippled with excitement when the man mentioned Corsuca gems. He gave a slight smile, the credits would do wonders for his gambling habit. He might even keep the gems for himself.

There was a small creak and he decided he should stand up properly, the pillar was a bit on the old side. Carmen Sandigeo eh? Ekoth had heard of the name before. A master theif he/she(?) was. He never had the pleasure of meeting or even seeing him/her though. The Ortoloan ended his speech with a clever plug for rancor fritters. Ekoth's belly growled, so he decided to give em a try. The hairy alien strode foward towards the refreshment table giving a foul look toward a few trandoshans on the way.

The rancor fritters were indeed delicous as Ekoth had about three or four, well maybe more like six of them. Wookies had very huge appitites to appease their big stomachs. He wasn't much of a drinker as were the rest of the bounty hunters their who seemed to gravate towards the bar ordering up countless mugs of alcohol. He'd come up with the conclusion that drinking affects the way people think. Although Ekoth didn't look down upon it, he just chose not to especially with this much at stake. He could be set for life, start his own mechanic shop or something. A dream he had for many years but his gambling problem and light bank account kept him from doing so.

Ekoth gave a long, slow glance around the Conference room as various bounty hunters began conversating with one another. The blue alien clearly stated to go after Carmen with at least one other person. It was a shame that he couldn't speak basic, no wookie could. And it was also very difficult to find anyone who could speak shyriiwook, the native language of the wookie race. Ekoth tried to stand non-chalantly looking around the spaceous room. Sure he was feeling a little left out but he would find someone, surely he would. It was difficult for a two plus meter wookie to act non-chalantly as they stood out like a sore thumb, what with the fur and all. While looking around for someone, anyone even a fellow wookie. Ekoth noticed a couple figures walking towards him, one was a blue twi'lek, the other a beared man. He didn't know why he was looking towards them or even noticed them for that matter as the conference room was still crowed. He popped another rancor fritter in his mouth and waited for them to get closer to see what the big deal was.

Once they got closer he then knew why they were walking right for him. The blue twi'lek was an old sabaac playing buddy of his, Varksst'illio, or Varks as his friends called him. The last time they had seen each other was at a high stakes sabaac game, as Ekoth recalled Varks exited early and stormed out of the casino in a rage that would rival a wookies. Varks knew how to speak shyriiwook, but the beared man was a mystery to Ekoth.

As he got closer, Ekoth gave a slight smile.

"Why you big furry carpet! What are you doing here?" Varks slapped a blue hand on Ekoth's shoulder as he spoke. "We never did finish that there game a sabaac, did 'wa? Pity...."

The wookie smiled and wrapped his big furry arms around Varks giving him a hug.

[I figured you'd be here.] Ekoth growled to Varks as he let go seeing his friend was in pain. Ekoth could smell the alcohol on his breathe but chalked it up to being good old Varks. He had a thing for drinking and he knew Varks could handle himself. The beared man gave a strange look, he obviously couldn't understand the native wookie tounge.

[Am I glad to see you.] Ekoth told Varks gripping his shoulders. Again he let go as he began to give a wimper in pain. [I su

 

IC Kelly Bar On Commenaor.

Kelly took a final sip from his pint to finish it off, before following Varks to the other side of the room. Kelly looked accros the crowed room at all the different beings wandering about, and sticking way above anyone's head was a giant furry beast. Varks walked towards the giant creature and began talking to him as if they were good friends, the creature growled some gibberish back towards Varks.

'You know this...thing?'

TAG-Tyi, Slum

 

OOC: QuiGonTim, did you mean to tag me in your last post? I'm a little confused about who is addressing who and asking what.

IC: Receptionist

Commenor Security and Investigation Headquarters, Commenor

Putting on her standard facade of helpfulness, the C.S.I receptionist smiled at the holo and wished for the forty-secondth time that this theft would just go away.

"Of course Agent Carfax, I'll connect you right away."

The holo screen flickered for a second and then transformed into the face of a middle aged human female.

"You've called Senior Investigator Irene Lindscomb. Unfortunately I'm out the moment, but if you'd like to leave a holo message, please go ahead. In the event that you're calling about the casino theft, be aware that C.S.I policy prohibits comment about ongoing investigations. In addition, I'm not longer granting media interviews. However, since we've made such little progress on this case, I give my personal guarantee of help to anyone who can bring us new information."

The face vanished and there was a beep.

Tag: Sith-I-5

 

IC as Varksst'illio - Commenor:
Grand Conference Room, Air and Darkness Casino

Varks tried to resist his friend's imminent hug, but found himself crushed inside furry arms before he even had a chance to pull his own arm away. It probably was good for him anyway, might shake out some of his drinks. Well, that might be one opinion. It wasn't Varks'.

He nodded gratefully when the large Wookiee freed him from the embrace. The following grip on his shoulders, that could of broken his bones had the large carpet wished it, created a new problem for Varks. He decided quickly that giving a slight sound would alert the Wookiee to his discomfort. It worked.

Hearing the various growls and barks that had come out of Ekoth's mouth caused his toothful smile to return. It had been awhile since he had heard those soothing roars. The Twi'lek realised that it was probably partly his previous whiskey that made him think of them as pleasant growls. Most people probably didn't find a Wookiee's method of communicating so pleasing. Varks shrugged in helplessness when Kelly spoke up beside him.

"It's a bit hard not too." He was about to playfully hit Ekoth against the chest when he realised that it probably wouldn't result in a desired reaction. Bones might break this time.

"Kelly, meet Ekoth. One of the galaxies worst sabaac players." Varks threw a bold grin in the direction of the Wookiee. "He might tell you otherwise, but...." He brought his hand up next to his mouth and whispered conspiratorially towards Kelly. Varks' lekku twitched violently. "We know the truth."

The Twi'lek then broke into a hearty laugh. He opened his arms wide as if in defense. "Ah.... Now, now, my big friend. We don't need to tell Kelly here all about our last game do we? So why don't we just focus on this Carmen Sandiego thief...."

He let his voice trail off, trying to focus on some of the things that the pudgy blue alien had informed them of before. He managed to fight through his misty mind to grasp the important parts. "Carmen... Carmen. That witch. Actually, we shan't go there either...." Varks' eyes refocused. "In answer to you, Ekoth, I do not know much about her other than what the Baron said. My thoughts are that we should head to the Antiquities Office." He looked at Kelly. "As I mentioned to you.

"By the way, if you're having trouble understanding this thing here," he waved a hand nonchalantly at the Wookiee. "I can translate. To a degree," he added.

Varks then returned to Ekoth, swinging his arms behind him to gather his flowing cape at his back. "What are your thoughts, my friend?"

TAG: slumvillage, YoungAngus

 

OOC. yes I ment to tag you as I was talking to the gem guy, sorry about the confusion, I have reposted my question.
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I.C. Naroob Groonb
Vice-President's Office, Commenor Galactic Gemstone Index, Commenor

Villitrenta
"Ah yes, I am aware of that theft - it has caused no end of problems for the galactic gem market. While Corusca gems are not individually identifiable, we would be aware if such a large quantity were sold in this system. As a result, I find it unlikely that their ultimate destination was on Commenor itself. However, their is huge gem trading system throughout the galaxy and I do not rightly know where this thief would seek out a buyer. Perhaps you can ask around on planet and pick up her trail."

-----Naroob
" what kinda problems has this caused on the galactic gem market?"
" well, we are pretty sure she left the planet, and a smart theif would sell off the gems a few at a time. Do you know anyone who buys gems on this planet or any other? you must.
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Tag: GM Villitrenta

 

IC ~ Ekoth, Commenor
Grand Conference Room, Air & Darkness Casion

Ekoth nodded towards Kelly as the blue twi'lek introduced them. Wookies were not that trusting of a species but if trust was gained between a wookie and another being, it would grow into a great friendship. As is the case between Ekoth and Varks. Varks began to tell Kelly lies about how Ekoth was not at all a good saabac player. The wookie waved his furry arms around giving out a loud playful roar as he knew Varks was just joking around with him. Kelly didn't look too pleased as he couldn't understand what the wookie was doing.

AS Kelly and Varks talked a bit more, Ekoth slid his furry claws down and snatched up one of the last rancor fritters and poped it in his mouth, chewing then swallowing with ease. Then Varks suggested that they head to the Antiquities Office as he turned back around to Ekoth, swinging his arms and gathering his cape as it almost hit the one he called Kelly.

[OK,] Ekoth nodded at the twi'lek. [Let's get moving.] Ekoth swung his bowcaster over his shoulder, motioning for the other two to get moving.

They would have other times to talk and catch up on old times. Especially during the long hyperspace rides if they didn't find Carmen on Commenor. It seemed most of the bounty hunters already teamed up and started their search. Ekoth suggested they do the same. Between Ekoth and Varks, they never really mentioned anything to each other about teaming up to catch this theif but it was sort of implied. Ekoth perferred it that way anyways. He trusted Varks and also knew that Kelly would not try to screw either of them over. Who really would want to mess around with a wookie, let alone an angry one.

Tag ~ Tyi, Young

 

IC Kelly Commeanor

Kelly did not know how to react to the giant beast Varks introduced to him, he acted as if it was another person and gave him a friendly greeting, and patted the wookie's arm with his hand.

The furry one known as Ekoth growled and mumbled, but Varks seemed to understand it well. Kelly started to worry that this could be a disadvantage for him, if these two spoke another lanuague and were very close they could end up turning on him. He decided to watch his back closely even if they were a team.

Varks once again stated it would be wise to check out the Antiques Store, and Kelly nodded, agreeing with the motion to do so. He waited for Ekoth's response before leaving to the shop.

TAG-ANY

 

IC: Noir
Antiquities Office, University of Industry Menor, Commenor

Noir Walked into the Dust, book filled room, walking over to a older Gran Male. He flipped out his badge.
"Hi, I'm Agent Noir Lumiere with SGIS, Mind if I ask you a few questions about the Corsuca Jewl Theft?"

Tag: Sai

 

OOC: Sorry people - I still have this splitting headache and I can barely type, let alone think. Hopefully I'll be alert tomorrow so I write some decent responses.

 

IC as Varksst'illio - Commenor:
Grand Conference Room, Air and Darkness Casino

Varks saw Kelly nod back in response to his idea of visiting the Antiquities Office. A toothed smiled appeared on the Twi'lek's face as he turned back to face the big Wookiee with his hands behind his back diplomatically.

And he promptly fell forward as his knees buckled.

Quickly covering his mouth when he nearly belched forth some of his earlier drinks, he only half heard Ekoth's response, though the affirmative sound of it told him of its meaning. Varks steadied himself with one hand to the floor while other one held his stomach. He had forgotten about his friends stomach and that he would eat almost anything. But... rancor fritters!? His lekku jumped at the thought, as they pointed towards the ground, slung over his shoulders giving Ekoth a clear view of his tattoo. A flood of memories came to his mind when he remembered the Wookiee's part with him getting the black line.

His breathing safely returned to him and having nothing come out of his mouth, Varks stood up sharply, flinging his cape back behind him towards the ground. Looking back at his two companions with full composure having returned to his face and body, the blue Twi'lek offered a regal bow. Though from appearances it might look like he was about to fall over again.

"Apologies. My sweet... stomach, doesn't quite have the... taste, for such delicacies such as those." He chose his words carefully, finishing with a nod toward Ekoth's mouth. He then faced Kelly. "Ekoth here just stated that we should go." Varks tried to remember exactly what the Wookiee had said, but found it extremely difficult. "I think," he added with a casual wave of his hand, in case he had missed any of it.

"Ah.... Such a fine day for a walk." Varks said as he walked off to the entrance of the casino, spreading his arms wide as he exited the building. Stepping out onto the walkway, he noticed a hovertaxi gliding down the street. "But, on second thoughts, this day is a bit too...." He looked up at the sky as he waved the taxi to a halt. Climbing into the back seat, he made sure that Kelly and Ekoth were also inside before motioning for the driver to move off.

Directing the all to perky driver to the University of Industry nearly gave Varks a head tail ache. He recognised the driver as a Sullustan, from his big round ears to his annoying laugh. He had seen one of them already that day, earlier inside the casino. He didn't seem so bad.... Escaping the hovertaxi's endless prattle as the Sullustan driver kept on rambling even as Varks was getting out the door, Varks mumbled something audible enough for his companions to hear as he flicked an old credit chip onto the lap of the driver.

"Happy... to have to walk." The Twi'lek nodded sagely in agreement with the word he had chosen to continue his previous sentence with.

He motioned to the Wookiee and the bearded male with him. "When we head inside to the Antiquities Office, I will first address the person and state our purpose for being here. You may add anything else that you want to say." Varks nodded at them both. "The more information we get from here, the better. But the sooner we can keep moving on to other places, the better as well. Shall we?"

Spinning around with a swirl of his cape Varks entered the University. Following signs that lead to the Antiquities Office, the group soon found themselves before a three-eyed alien. The Gran, as Varks recognised, appeared to be who they should talk to. Stepping forward, wiping a hand over his mouth, Varks approached the man with a small bow flourishing his cape.

"My good Gran, I am Varks Stillio. We are here today on such a terrible occasion. I'm sure you've heard about it by now: the stolen Corusca Gems. From Baron Sevulian Mardox himself. Such a tragedy." Varks shook his head sadly, a mournful look upon his face. An exotic drink topped with froth appeared before his eyes, tempting him to have a swallow and then all his sorrows would be gone. Th

 

OOC: No problems QuiGonTim. I've got it now.

IC: Arnold Villitrenta

Vice-President's Office, Commenor Galactic Gemstone Index, Commenor

The expansive executive looked down at the Sullustian incredulously.

"It has caused gem prices across the board to plummet of course. And as for gem buyers - well, there are approximately twenty-two million registered Corusca gem vendors across the entire Galactic Gemstone Index. If you look into each one, you'll be going for centuries. I suggest you start looking for the thief instead of what was stolen."

Tag: QuiGonTim

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[b]IC: Elro Iremond[/b]

[i]Antiquities Office, University of Industry Menor, Commenor[/i]

[blockquote]Fading illumination cast weak shadows around the old research room presently occupied by one Dr Elro Iremond. An aging Gran, Iremond wore a bizarre set of tri-paned glasses as he pored over an ancient set of durasheet books. He looked startled when the SGIS agent approached him.

"Uh, yes...though...no, yes, yes, of course..." he trailed off in apparent confusion. "What I mean to say is that it would be perfectly acceptable. I have a much nicer sitting area behind those shelves over there - would you care to join me? Here, I'll get you a cup of caf," the doctor turned, but then swiveled back worriedly. "I'm not a suspect am I?"

Just as Iremond turned back towards the agent, three more beings entered the increasingly cramped space. A Twi'lek, who appeared to be the group's spokesbeing, began to prattle on about the nature of their visit. Iremond frowned and raised an eyebrow in the direction of the SGIS investigator. After going on for awhile, the Twi'lek finally got to his point. He wanted to know about a suspected thief and some other technical matter.

"Well, I don't know about all that gentlebeings, but I'm not a technician and you lot are the first visitors here for three months. While I would like to help, I don't know of any Corusca gems that have historical significance and I'm a little busy at the moment," he indicated the Mynyrsh. "It sounds like you lot might want to do some more research. Right," he turned back to the agent. "Where were we?"[/blockquote][b]Tag: DVC, Tyi, slumvillage, YoungAngus[/b]

 

IC Kelly

Antiques Office Commenor.

Kelly had a small laugh as the man rudely answered before turning back to the other man who was not in thier party. He turned around and leaned against the conter facing the other two.

'He has to know more, he's trying to get rid of us, so he can give the agent everything he knows.'

TAG-Ekoth, Varks

 

IC ~ Ekoth, Commenor
Antiquities Office

Ekoth heard the rude remarks given to Varks as he politely asked for any assistance that Gran might have. He turned towards the other man who was in the office with them and began talking. Then Kelly said something about this man knowing more. Ekoth was angered on how the gran just blew them off. He decided to take matters into his own hands.

[You beter tell us something!] Ekoth roared towards the man.

Apperently he wasn't able to speak shiriiwook, and ignored the noise that Ekoth was making. Which made him even madder. Ekoth pushed the agent out of the way and grabbed the old man up by his collar lifting him off the ground.

[I think you better tell my friend what he wants to know!] Ekoth growled at him. With the old man up in the air he turned his head to Varks. [Translate for me buddy.]

Tag ~ Tyi, YoungAngus, Sai

 

IC: Noir
Antiquities Office, University of Industry Menor, Commenor

His lower hands moved fast as lightening, un coiling his twin whips with a double crack. THe one in his right hand, the Neuro-Whip, had been used for slaving wookies on Kashyyk, and could easily take down the fur ball in front of him. The other, a Light-whip, would sever his limbs from his body in a single flick of the wrist.

He drew his DL-22 with his upper right hand, pointing it to cover the other two men. while his left hand, unseen, tapped a distress signal into his Datapad and sent it to Eddie.

"Gentlebeings....I belive first come first serve is in order...now, would you kindly un-hand this poor fellow, so that He and I can continue into our meeting. Don't worry, he will speak with you when he is done...In fact, why don't you three just stay here, and he and I will speak just on the other side of this book case." He spoke clearly enounciating each word. He had to make it all perfectly clear. "And, I would like to remind you that killing him would do neither of us any good, and get you arrested...booked for murder and inhibbiting an Official investigation." Then, he paused, lowering his voice to barely audible, and added, "I'm also required to inform you I've a licence to kill, and you don't...I could shoot you and police wouldn't bat an eye...just keep that in mind eh?..." He raised his voice to a normal tone again. "Now, if I and the professor may..." He gestured with his upper-left hand (holding his datapad) inot the sitting room.

Tag: All involved.

IC: Eddie
Air and Darkness Roof Top, Menor City, Commenor.

blip-blip-BLEEP-blip

"Oh dear...Master Carfax, we have a problem. I just recieved an emergency signal from Master Lumiere's Data Pad. I belive we should investigate sir...atleast one of you or Sounil....Oh we should have never let him go off alone...oh dear oh dear...."

Tag: Carfax

 

IC as Varksst'illio - Commenor:
Antiquities Office, University of Industry Menor

The older Gran nicely answer his questions to the least degree and quickly turned back to face a customer which Varks had not realised was there at first. Upon a quick glance past the Gran, Varks saw that it was actually the quad armed Agent that he had seen previously in the Baron's casino. It seemed that he, too, thought the Antiquities Office was a good place to visit.

Beside the Twi'lek, Kelly leaned against the counter and stated that he didn't believe the older gentebeing. Suddenly a loud roar came from behind Varks as Ekoth decided to get involved. The Wookiee then pushed forward and knocked the long-snouted Agent aside before lifting the Gran up completely off his feet.

As Varks recovered his footing from Ekoth's brush past him in the small office, he saw that the weird looking Agent had abruptly withdrawn two whips and a blaster. No fair, he has four hands. But I could still down more drinks faster than him....

After the Agent had finished his threats, Varks rested a hand on Ekoth's hairy shoulder. As the situation had escalated out of control, the Twi'lek had immediately known that having a laser fight in these close quarters would not be a good idea. A drinking challenge would be good.... One of his lekku twitched.

Varks lifted his free hand in an open palm gesture, deciding to try and diplomatically resolve the situation. "Gentlebeings! Gentlebeings! This is not what should be done!" He put some power behind his voice, making sure that they all had their attention focused on him.

"Ekoth, set this lovely man down will you?" Varks nodded politely at the old Gran and his glasses. "The Wookiee here was just loving the look of those spectacles, he needed a closer look. I must say I quite like them as well." He smiled kindly as he complimented the man himself, hoping that it would help their cause. "Very stylish. I'm sorry if he startled you." He frowned at the angry Wookiee. Not the way to do it, he thought as he returned his attention to the Agent. "My good friend, we briefly met before. I am Varks Stillio," the Twi'lek nodded in respect. "I regret to see that you think a fight is the right thing to do.

"I will do all I can so it doesn't come to that." He faced the Gran as he said this before turning back to the alien once again. "I understand that you are an Agent. And that we have entered this dwelling here after you, yourself, did. However, to my knowledge that is not a crime. Ekoth here has caused no damage other than letting his temper exceed his better judgement."

Varks slowly waved his hands, including them all. "We are all here for the one reason. The Baron hired us all?bounty hunters, smugglers, law enforcers, the lot?to recover his precious gems." Varks looked at the Gran again. "So any information that would be useful to him," he pointed at the Agent. "Is also valid information for us. We are in this together. So feel free to speak to all of us."

The blue head returned his eyes back to the gangly being with a piercing look. "And I would like to tell you, my avid Agent, that I do not think that even you pitiful law-beings have the right to kill innocent people with no reason." A harsh smile lit Varks' lips. "That in itself is murder as well." He looked past him casually, and added offhandedly. "And don't think that I don't have my own connections...."

TAG: slumvillage, YoungAngus, Darth_Vaders_cousin, Sai-Mera_Saa

 

OOC: Varks is hilarious Tyi - No fair, he has four hands. But I could still down more drinks faster than him....

IC: Elro Iremond

Antiquities Office, University of Industry Menor, Commenor

Iremond flailed in fright as the Wookiee suddenly barged forward and hoisted him off the ground, roaring intimidatingly. In a lightening response that betrayed years of training, a series of weapons appeared in three of the Mynyrsh agent's four hands. The aging Gran, now some feet above the floor, yelped and waved around in obvious panic. He did not particularly want to die over some argument about who got to see him first - after all, under normal circumstances nobody wanted to see him.

In quick sequence the Twi'lek then stepped forward, attempting to defuse the tension in a manner that clearly indicated far more intelligence than Iremond had first given him credit for. While unable to do much, hanging as he was from a Wookiee paw, the doctor spoke out tentatively after the Twi'lek had finished.

"Yes, yes, speak to everyone, yes, everyone...maybe...maybe one at a time though?"

Tag: DVC, Tyi, slumvillage, YoungAngus

 

IC: Markus Carfax

Carfax grunted with irritation, and shut the clamshell lid off his datapad, effectively cutting the connection with CSI's recorded message.

This wasn't getting him anywhere. He wondered what Lumiere was up to.

Tag: no-one

 

IC ~ Ekoth, Commenor
Antiquities Office

Ekoth still hoisted the old man up while keeping an close on alien with four arms. He was holding a blaster pistol and a couple whips in two of his other hands. The neuro-whip was all to familiar but Varks was their to calm him down with a friendly hand on his shoulder. The twi'lek asked for the gran to be put down but Ekoth waited a moment as his buddy talked. The words his was spitting displeased the wookie. If only other beings understood shiriiwook, Ekoth thought to himself still holding the old man up in the air, while his eyes focused on the four armed alien. People always wanted to twist the words of a wookie, for better or for worse but as Varks kept talking, Ekoth began relizing that he was wrong. Gently lowering the old man down, Ekoth gave him a friendly pat on the head and walked back over to Varks and Kelly.

[Sorry old friend.] Ekoth told Varks putting a claw on his shoulder. He continued to stare down at the four armed alien. His choice of weapons brought back memories Ekoth would of liked to forget.

[I'll just let you do all the talking from now on.] The big furry creature told Varks.

 

IC Kelly Commenor, Antiques Shop

In a instant the room went from a peaceful calm setting, to a battle zone which almost had some loose thier lives. Soon after Kelly carefully spoke with the Twilik man, Ekoth took matters into his own hands and hoisted the man into the air. Kelly quickly drew his blaster, as did the agent, who drew his blasters. Kelly sifted, going back and forth from pointing at the man, to the agent with his weapon.

Soon the agent spoke, warning everyone of his power, and how the law was on his side. Kelly didn't flinch.

'IM not afraid..I have powerful friends. The undeground world is far more powerful than the law.'

Kelly steadied his arm, and suddenly Varks stepped forward to help calm the situation.

"Gentlebeings! Gentlebeings! This is not what should be done!"

Kelly looked towards him, and lowered his weapon, as the man continued to speak.

TAG-ANY

 

IC: Noir
Antiques Office, Commenor

As the other man spoke, attempting to quell the argument, Noir picked up on his mooching behavior...he wanted to know everything that the old Gran told him....and everything he told the old Gran...that, would give him insight he probly didn't have...such as the glax...

"I have all the right to conduct my investigation in private, due to the fact that anything I know and you don't could be over heard, This would allow you insight into the case that you did not earn, and bring our two groups on equal ground, which really ruins the sport of the whole thing now doesn't it? Please, my kind Gran, may we step into the other room..." He spun his blaster around his finger 3 or 4 times before holstering it with perfect fluidity. With a few twists of the wrist, and a quick grab, he coiled both whips and returned them to his belt.

He began to walk into the other room, but stopped mid-step, turning to the men. The comment on shooting innocents could not be ignored.
"And, good sir, you'll earn the right to shoot innocents you find to be harming your investigation when you single handedly kill a sith, carry a dieing friend and fellow agent a mile in your arms, through tunnels infested with enimy operatives, take out a personal body gaurd that works for the single largest supplyer of Ryll, the man that sent home your partener in a box of poodoo, and all the while not losing your temper, or taking out an innocent. When you do that, get in touch with me."

He turned his back to the men, and entered the room.

Tag: All

 

OOC: I'm leaving tommarow for the weekend, and will have limited access. Sith, I hope this isn't too big of burden, but could you ask questions about Glax and cutting devices for me and then send Noir back ot the Bolt, and watch Eddie closely? I'll try to get on if I can....

 

IC as Varksst'illio - Commenor:
Antiquities Office, University of Industry Menor

"I shall." Varks spat on the floor as he responded to the retreating Agent. What a touching story. He should have stopped for a drink while escaping?now that's touching.

The Twi'lek's polite demeanor vanished as he turned back around to the Gran with a sneer. "Yes, talk to that... thing in private." He faced Ekoth and Kelly. "I'm done here. Meet me outside when you're finished."

Spinning on his heels, Varks walked away from the beings. Pausing at the door in second thought, he turned back to face the Gran one last time. He smiled nicely. "Thank you for your time. We may be back." He then promptly exited the small room.

Varks walked out onto the street, stopping to wait for his companions. His try at cutting his way forward politely hadn't succeeded. Perhaps the Wookiee's method would be useful next time. He licked his lips as he pondered, thinking about where they should head next.

TAG: slumvillage, YoungAngus

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edit OOC: Thanks for the compliment Sai! :) Varks is meant to be a bit... well, you know....

 

IC: Markus Carfax, Eddie, casino rooftop

Irritated by his failure to talk to CSI, Agent Carfax idly wondered what Lumiere was up to. He was about to ask the floating ashtray when it started making an bleeping sound. Sounded like the little guy was receiving a fax.

"Oh dear...Master Carfax, we have a problem." Eddie blurted.

"Oh yes?" Markus asked, just to show willing, but he was willing to bet a used cigarra that the 'problem' involved Lumiere. He wouldn't risk a new smokestick of course; get your priorities right. But a used one was of no use to-

Eddie interrupted the SGIS agent's musings.

"I just recieved an emergency signal from Master Lumiere's Data Pad. I believe we should investigate sir...atleast one of you or Sounil....Oh we should have never let him go off alone...oh dear oh dear...."

While the little droid flitted round in a panic, Markus looked non-plussed. It took a lot for him to work up the worry glands, but still, Lumiere had killed a Sith back on their last mission. For him to play the distress card...

Carfax got on the comm, calling Sounil. "Carfax here. I'm taking the ship for a local jaunt." He cut that conection, and called their Sith Interceptor.

"Carfax here. Pick me up on the roof of the Air and Darkness Casino."

Copy that. This to do with Agent Lumiere's distress signal?

"Yup. You have a location on him?"

Affirmative. University of Industry Menor. Antiquities Office.

"Antiques? University? Frag. Means no destructive entrances. Park us outside the building."

Carfax noticed that Eddie had stopped flitting about for a second, his photoreceptors looking past Carfax head. He was about to turn when a sonic boom that vibrated the roof fittings heralded the Last Bolt's arrival. An invisible fist grabbed the operative and the droid, then swung them as the ship banked and headed away from the City's entertainment sector, across several ferrocrete thoroughfares and streets before depositing both organic and droid onto an expanse of shorn blue-green grass, outside an old-looking building.
The ship extended landing gear, and settled onto the grass.

A bit shaken by the speed of the journey, chilled by the wind that had buffetted him and the droid, Agent Carfax left the ship to remonstrate with an irate University groundskeeper and bolted inside the building's entranceway, one hand holding his blaster aloft, pushing aside students of all species in a rush for the nearest staircase.

"Coming through! Galactic Police. Please leave by the exits in an orderly fashion."

An obstacle turned up in the strangest of forms, a short young female in a dowdy black dress, with several large books - actual, real books - clutched to her bosom. Her other hand plucked Eddie out of the air, no mean feat, and held onto him as the excited droid whirred his little repulsor fans. She stood in Carfax' path, forcing him to slow, then halt.

"Coming through! Galactic Police." He managed, then focused down on her. "Hello."

"Galactic Police?" she repeated critically, staring at the smokestick in his mouth until he stubbed it out on the nearest wall. "No such thing."

"Shtumm her!" Eddie squealed indignantly, his electronic voice muffled by her fingers. "Mathter Lumwee in trouble."

"Galactic Police business, luv." Carfax ground out, aware that his boss would have words if he just smacked her upside the head with his pistol. "Where is the Antiquities Office, please."

The young woman nodded towards the stairwell. "Upstairs. One floor, second door on your left."

"Shtumm da shlitch!"

She looked curiously at the thing buzzing on the end of her arm like an angry wasp. "What is it saying?"

"Well, let it go and it'll tell you."

She raised her hand and opened her fist. Eddie backed out of it, and reversed a full two feet beyond her reach before hitting her with a blue electrical pulse that coruscated over her body and comically straightened hair bnefore she fell sideways, in a scatter of books and ripped covers.

"Nice."

 

IC ~ Ekoth, Commenor
Outside of Antiquities Office

It was getting later on Commenor, you could tell by the street lights beginning to turn on. It had been a long day but it was far from over. The main objective was to learn as much about this Carmen Sandiego on Commenor before leaving. If they didn't it would be a lost cause to blindly go out into the rest of the galaxy in seach of the master theif. Even though with each second wasted Carmen got further and further away. It wasn't bother Ekoth that much, he'd rather learn some things before leaving anyway.

The wookie followed Varks outside as they both knew staying in the antiquities office was a lost cause. Just more wasted time for the three. A strong wind picked up and blew the wookie's brown fur to the right. He swung his bowcaster over his shoulder, then looking back to see if Kelly was comming.

[I suggest we head to the clothier.] Ekoth said softly to Varks. [Maybe we would be able to find something about the red piece of cloth.]

Varks didn't say anything, he appeared to be thinking about the possiblities of travel. Or about heading to a cantina to grab a quick drink.

[How's your stomach feeling?" Ekoth asked. [When this is all done, we'll be able to sit back and have as many drinks we could want friend. But now please try to stay focused on the task at hand.]

Tag ~ Tyi, YoungAngus

 

IC Kelly Commenor

Kelly stood for a moment, then watched as his two partners left the shop. He looked at the two other men, and gave them a small smile, before setting off in the same direction as Ekoth, and Varks. As he was walking from the store, he saw Ekoth stare at him before turning to Varks, and saying something. This is when Kelly's paranoia set in.

'What is he saying? Are they planning on turning on me? I never should of come with these two, they can't be trusted...'

Kelly walked out on the street, it was now evening. The beginging of the day for Kelly usually. He walked up to his partners.

'What do you suggest now?'

TAG-Ekoth, Varks