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2015-12-28, 05:29 PM
OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?456923-The-Empire-s-Grasp&p=20227843)
You've managed to shadow the thugs who grabbed your organic back to the Kessel Run, one of the more upscale bars on this fetid hive of a planet. Upscale, in this case, mean that the bouncers strongly discourage patrons trying to murder each other and the dancers are wearing what technically might be considered clothing. Getta, the Hutt who owns the dive, prefers it that way. Don't sh*t where you eat, you believe the expression is.
The thugs, a Wookie with a scarred eye and a Gamorrean, dragged your little squishy out back. You doubt the bouncers on the door are going to let you though just because you asked nicely, so you're blending in with the crowd.
Dim lights and that caccophonic wailing that Hutts seems to think is music surround you. On of the bartenders at the center bar casts you a questioning look as the dancers cavort on the central platform above.
A Nautolan and a Miralian painfully return to conciousness. There's cold, unfamiliar metal beneath you and a wretchedly familiar pounding in your head. Not what you expected to wake up to, but then you hardly expected one drink to put you under either.
As you groan your way back to conciousness, something you're not alone in going by the matching sounds of self pity you hear nearby, there's a rumbling interjection othe warbling growl you recognise as shyriiwook. That wakes you up, no one wants to be lying around in an irritated wookie's way.
Fortunately the wookie in question seems in just as bad shape as you do, slumped in the corner and nursing a headache. You suspect he was asking you to keep the noise down.
The small cell you find yourself inmis bare metal, riveted together. A bench runs along each wall, on which all three of the cell's current occupants rest, save for the wall containing the reinforced door.
As you collect your wits the shutter on the door rattles open, allowing a gamorrean to peer in. "They're waking up boss" he oinks, looking away.
There's a rumbling keel of more shyriiwook from outside.
"So keep your guns trained on them whilst I throw the runt in" answers another wookie. Female and annoyed, by the sound of her voice.
You hear people moving outside before the gamorrean appears at the peephole again. "Don't try anything stupid" he threatens, "or we'll gun you all down". Moments later the door jerks open and you have just enough time to make out three gamorreans with blaster rifles levelled at you before a wookie with a scarred eye bodily hurls a struggling zabrak child into the cell with you and bolts the door shut.
You recognise the wookie from a pit fight. You won, as you recall.
You've managed to shadow the thugs who grabbed your organic back to the Kessel Run, one of the more upscale bars on this fetid hive of a planet. Upscale, in this case, mean that the bouncers strongly discourage patrons trying to murder each other and the dancers are wearing what technically might be considered clothing. Getta, the Hutt who owns the dive, prefers it that way. Don't sh*t where you eat, you believe the expression is.
The thugs, a Wookie with a scarred eye and a Gamorrean, dragged your little squishy out back. You doubt the bouncers on the door are going to let you though just because you asked nicely, so you're blending in with the crowd.
Dim lights and that caccophonic wailing that Hutts seems to think is music surround you. On of the bartenders at the center bar casts you a questioning look as the dancers cavort on the central platform above.
A Nautolan and a Miralian painfully return to conciousness. There's cold, unfamiliar metal beneath you and a wretchedly familiar pounding in your head. Not what you expected to wake up to, but then you hardly expected one drink to put you under either.
As you groan your way back to conciousness, something you're not alone in going by the matching sounds of self pity you hear nearby, there's a rumbling interjection othe warbling growl you recognise as shyriiwook. That wakes you up, no one wants to be lying around in an irritated wookie's way.
Fortunately the wookie in question seems in just as bad shape as you do, slumped in the corner and nursing a headache. You suspect he was asking you to keep the noise down.
The small cell you find yourself inmis bare metal, riveted together. A bench runs along each wall, on which all three of the cell's current occupants rest, save for the wall containing the reinforced door.
As you collect your wits the shutter on the door rattles open, allowing a gamorrean to peer in. "They're waking up boss" he oinks, looking away.
There's a rumbling keel of more shyriiwook from outside.
"So keep your guns trained on them whilst I throw the runt in" answers another wookie. Female and annoyed, by the sound of her voice.
You hear people moving outside before the gamorrean appears at the peephole again. "Don't try anything stupid" he threatens, "or we'll gun you all down". Moments later the door jerks open and you have just enough time to make out three gamorreans with blaster rifles levelled at you before a wookie with a scarred eye bodily hurls a struggling zabrak child into the cell with you and bolts the door shut.
You recognise the wookie from a pit fight. You won, as you recall.