STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Chains

The Nikto has a large and well-maintained freighter. Not necessarily clean, mind you, but in good shape. And heavily, heavily armed. Nar Shaddaa has no choice but to import what he carries, after all!

"Can I help you?" he asks, grumpily.

"Hello there!" Wentar says, with a wave. "Me and my friend here were wondering if you could give us a ride down to the cargo docks. We're sorta stranded right now..."

The Nikto lowers his hand to the shiny butt of a pistol at his hip.

"Don't come no closer," he says. "It's always like this, the friendly jabbering types that want to come on board and hitch a ride! And then the shooting and the stealing and the fighting...!"

He starts rambling.

"No, no," Wentar says, shaking his head. "Nothing like that at all. We have no interest in your cargo, I assure you. We're only interested in a lift. That's all."

Persuading again, are we? Wentar goes a-rolling to convince said Nikto that you're not starjackers or nerf-thieves or who knows what else... and promptly rolls a single success. Not what he needed.

"Go away!" the Nikto says, unconvinced. "I know how to use this thing and I'm not afraid to do so!"

He fumbles with his pistol clumsily.

"We are not a threat to you," Wentar says, with a wave of his hand. "We only wish that you'll see sense and let us hitch a ride with you."

A Force Point on the power Persuade, please.

The Nikto stops fumbling with his gun.

"Oh, of course, you're not a threat to me!" he proclaims, though somewhat confused. "You just want me to let you hitch a ride!"

"Indeed," Wentar says with a nod. "It would be greatly appreciated."

"Where are my manners," the Nikto says, still a hint of confusion in his voice that he won't quite acknowledge, "I'm Banard, this is the Goggled Canterfish! Right this way!"

He ushers you on board and informs you that he's heading to the docks on the other side of the planet, as you'd heard.

"Short trip, no doubt," he says. "I like to fly fast."

From a pilot's perspective, you would be surprised if this thing could fly fast enough to go slow, Wentar...

Heh, I'll bet. Still a whole lot faster then walking.

"We're in no rush either way," Wentar says, getting aboard the vessel.

Good job pulling off the Qui-Gon, Wentar.
Vlad will silently follow Wentar into the vessel.

The Goggled Canterfish lurks out of its dock and starts heading in the direction of your intended destination. As expected, it is painfully slow, but he tweaks the engines once you get underway and you move a bit faster. Still, it'll be a slow journey.

Vlad- you hardly remember Marl. You were quite young when the Chandrilans rescued you from him and put him away, and you never saw him after that. Master Windu thought it unwise.

"What are we going to ask Marl?" Emso asks you, Wentar.

Wentar doesn't respond right away, thinking about the question. "I suppose we'd first have to make sure he was indeed part of Farl's operations. If so we'll just have to 'persuade' him to tell us what he knows. How to find the Srum, how they did their slave trade, more specifically what they did with slaves sent by Farl."

That means that we wouldn't be able to pinpoint him by appearance and probably would have to persuade someone to tell us where or who he is at the location Edula specified.

Appearance you can remember- you'll never forget those orange eyes of his, for starters. His head was clean-shaven and a scar was etched back from his forehead across the top. He also had a penchant for appearing important- he always wore elaborate sashes and dressed richly. Unless imprisonment changed him drastically, you think you can find him.

Emso nods. "Yes, finding out where the Triskatani slaves were sent should be our priority." He turns to Vlad. "Should we apprehend Marl? He WAS on parole, right?"

Can we arrest him? We are in the outer rims, but at the same time he did violate his parole.

Yes, he did. So yes, you can.

Well then there's no question, we're going to have to take him in. We should try to find out all the information before we arrest him though.

Indeed.

So how do you want to approach this? Guns blazing or mouths talking? The Goggled Canterfish is slowly but surely coming to the docks where Marl supposedly operates from.

Mouths talking. If we go in guns-blazing he make try and run. We can always fall back on violence if words fail.