Nephill Kilner
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- Jan 8, 2013
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Tre had to admit he was glad for the droid help. He felt more confident knowing T4 was a signal away from unleashing the ship's considerable firepower on the guards.
However, his unease faded away as he adopted a confident, cocky grin as he approached the Arcona. Izal gave a shaky smile in return, and accepted Tre's welcoming handshake with decided unenthusiasm.
"Surely I can't smell that bad. What's wrong, old friend?" he asked, his voice still friendly but strained, with an edge - noticeable despite the muffled sound as it it filtered out of the breath mask. It was clear he was not going to beat around the bush.
"Listen Tre," he whispered, although his voice was still loud and quite audible, although stifled by his own mask, pulling the Verpine closer to him. "You aren't...with the...authorities are you?" he asked, peering around him at the hanging back Belleza with obvious nervousness.
"The authori- Blast it Izal, what's gotten into you! You know I would never cooperate with the pigs," he said indignantly, defeating the purpose of the Arcona's whispering, and Drazon winced. "Not that they would want me anyways," he added as a wistful afterthought.
"I'm sorry. Look, the military has declared martial law here. They arrested the Head Warden. You need to get this on board and get off quick. And they'll probably try to stop you again. You need to make a break for it," he said, his voice normal now but very urgent. It was clear the prospect of being caught with the smugglers terrified him.
"Alright, alright. Here's the money," Tre said, waving for his crew to begin loading the twelve or so heavy crates. He handed over the briefcase, and the Arcona popped the latches open and peered inside, expertly rifling through the notes to make sure they were not fake. The Arcona gave a decisive nod, and the guards visibly relaxed, their weapons falling to their sides.
With that, Tre and his Arcona friend exchanged a brief handshake before the Warden and his security team mounted their speeders, and in moments, disappeared into the horizon, a trail of dust kicked up by their engines. Tre began swearing profusely and aided his crew in pushing the crates up into the hold. He opened up the hidden cargo holds using an elaborate manual lock, which was in the form of a classic Verpine puzzle (OOC: think rubik's cube).
"Hurry everyone, this is bad. In fact, Drazon's going to get caught as soon as he gets back. They're probably watching from orbit. Get ready for a real blockade run. We're going to see action," he said, and all pretense of confidence had faded from the normally charismatic pilot. He was clearly shaken by the prospect and psyching himself up to face a dozen battleships in orbit.
However, his unease faded away as he adopted a confident, cocky grin as he approached the Arcona. Izal gave a shaky smile in return, and accepted Tre's welcoming handshake with decided unenthusiasm.
"Surely I can't smell that bad. What's wrong, old friend?" he asked, his voice still friendly but strained, with an edge - noticeable despite the muffled sound as it it filtered out of the breath mask. It was clear he was not going to beat around the bush.
"Listen Tre," he whispered, although his voice was still loud and quite audible, although stifled by his own mask, pulling the Verpine closer to him. "You aren't...with the...authorities are you?" he asked, peering around him at the hanging back Belleza with obvious nervousness.
"The authori- Blast it Izal, what's gotten into you! You know I would never cooperate with the pigs," he said indignantly, defeating the purpose of the Arcona's whispering, and Drazon winced. "Not that they would want me anyways," he added as a wistful afterthought.
"I'm sorry. Look, the military has declared martial law here. They arrested the Head Warden. You need to get this on board and get off quick. And they'll probably try to stop you again. You need to make a break for it," he said, his voice normal now but very urgent. It was clear the prospect of being caught with the smugglers terrified him.
"Alright, alright. Here's the money," Tre said, waving for his crew to begin loading the twelve or so heavy crates. He handed over the briefcase, and the Arcona popped the latches open and peered inside, expertly rifling through the notes to make sure they were not fake. The Arcona gave a decisive nod, and the guards visibly relaxed, their weapons falling to their sides.
With that, Tre and his Arcona friend exchanged a brief handshake before the Warden and his security team mounted their speeders, and in moments, disappeared into the horizon, a trail of dust kicked up by their engines. Tre began swearing profusely and aided his crew in pushing the crates up into the hold. He opened up the hidden cargo holds using an elaborate manual lock, which was in the form of a classic Verpine puzzle (OOC: think rubik's cube).
"Hurry everyone, this is bad. In fact, Drazon's going to get caught as soon as he gets back. They're probably watching from orbit. Get ready for a real blockade run. We're going to see action," he said, and all pretense of confidence had faded from the normally charismatic pilot. He was clearly shaken by the prospect and psyching himself up to face a dozen battleships in orbit.