STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- City in the Clouds

"I don't carry guns or anything of the sort, no," Rianna replies. She'd rather not give up her lightsaber if possible.

Does Rianna have any social skills that will let her get through without giving it up?

Uh...Intimidate? I mean, it's not really like she needs a weapon to destroy someone, if she so wishes...😛

They don't know that! Rianna is rather lithe.

Well, yes, that's rather the point. She doesn't look like someone that could smash your face in without a second thought...😛

Then Rianna CERTAINLY wouldn't mind if the human bouncer pats her down to double check...

Oh HELL no.

(Oh good, you're on! I'm bored at work.)

"Then you're not going in," he says.

(Haha 😛)

"I don't need to carry any sort of weapon, and if you try and touch me I will break your hand before you even get a chance to react," Rianna snaps, more than just a bit irritated. "Now, let me by."

Intimidate it is! Three successes are rolled. They are caught off-guard by your response. The Aqualish steps aside, while the human's demeanor changes.

"I didn't mean any disrespect," he insists. "Just policy. I'm sure you understand. Come with me."

He is leading you up the stairs.

"About time. Thank you," Rianna says.

She'll follow, sensing around her just in case.

It is a short staircase, leading into an office that is slightly raised above the bar and looking down into it from behind one-way glass.

Inside, a bald man is watching a bank of screens and smoking a cigar. He wears the attire of a businessman, in soft cream colors.

"To whom do I owe the pleasure?" asks Nestor.

"Someone running a bit short of patience and not really feeling up to going through 'pleasantries'," Rianna says, standing near the door.

"Oh," Nestor says. "Wonderful. I am Nestor Gladwell, owner of this establishment. What do you want with me?"

"That droid of yours down there has information that I need for an investigation, and is not quite being terribly cooperative," Rianna replies.

"I see," Nestor says. "What appears to be the problem?"

"Your droid witnessed a meeting with someone who is a known criminal, but is being rather tight-lipped with the information," Rianna replies. "Nor is this any ordinary criminal."

"Ah," says Nestor. "So basically what you're telling me is that you were not willing to negotiate with my droid."

"More like your droid was unwilling to negotiate."

"And you did not agree with the terms that my droid set forth?" Nestor asks. "It sounds as if neither of you were terribly reasonable..."