STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Chains

Yeah, mouths talking first and only then slavers flying.

What will be your pitch to Marl, then?

(Sorry about the lack of posts, been pretty sick for the past week.)

Maybe cut him a deal? He tells us where the slaves are and ends his slaving way, then we wont turn him into the authorities/rough him up?

As good as any. Does Vlad agree with this?

Hmmm... I don't think it's very jedi-like to let a slaver get free with a simple "don't do it again" when he was alreay arrested once and then went back to his old ways. Perhaps make a deal saying we will appeal to the court to lessen his years in Jail?

Somehow you think he won't be receptive to more jail time.

In any case, you have an idea of what you want to say to him, so we will move right along. The Goggled Canterfish takes its sweet time in getting where it needs to go, with Banard lazily piloting the thing. He notices your impatience after awhile and insists that something is wrong with the engines or that he's low on fuel or something. But eventually, it descends to a lower level and pulls into the docks.

The docks you departed from were bustling with activity and bright with spotlights. This place is far less inviting, shady and unkempt, seemingly abandoned. You don't like the look of it.

"We're here," Banard says. "I've gotta get my shipments out. You're welcome to help me. Think of it as payment."

Well we have to return him the favor, so Vlad will nod his head and do whatever is asked for him concerning unloading the shipments.

Indeed, Wentar will also lend a hand with the unloading.

You get the crates unloaded. Today, Barand is shipping a collection of chicken- or pheasant-like farm birds and wild narrglrri. You get the shipment done in no time.

"Thanks for the help," Barand says, dismissing you. Now, to find Marl...

The place that Edula pointed out to you is an old junk yard, of which Marl is apparently the proprietor.

Can we spot Marl off the bat or are we going to have to ask someone?

You don't see him around the scrapyard. Old speeders are piled high about this place and other odd bits of junk and refuse. You sense that you are being watched.

Any people around?

We're both pretty poor with observation.

"Hello?" Wentar calls out to their unseen watcher.

You can sense you're not alone, but you can't pin it.

No response.

Hmmm, Guess all we can do right now is keep walking around the scrap yard.

No officeish/'guy in charges place' looking buildings around?

Yeah, let's walk around and take a look at the scrapyard. Maybe someone will come out.

There seems to be a small building toward one end of the scrapyard, next to a small warehouse, where one would keep the somewhat valuable junk that people could use.

(Buh, I am getting far too slack!)

We'll head towards the small building. We're technically not trespassing, yeah? Just curious about the odds of an 'Oi! What are you doing?'

We're just taking a look around, I guess.

Nope, it is open to the public unless someone turns you out.

You head over to the little office structure. The lights are off and the door is closed. But having come near it, you have alerted someone of your presence.

A wisened old man hobbles out of the junkyard toward you, from a direction different from that by which you came. He leans on a cane with one hand and holds a blaster with the other, wearing shabby clothes covered in rust stains.

"Who are you?" he asks. "What are you doing here at this hour?"