STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Heroes of Old

You feel comfortable that you know MORE than Corelay does about this sort of thing. While you strongly dislike it, indentured servitude does happen in the Galaxy. Slavery is illegal in the Republic, but runs rampant outside of it. In this situation, a corrupt businessman and a gunrunner would probably use two young boys such as yourselves as their eyes and ears to alert them to danger while they attend to things.

Also, since I forgot to note the time setting for myself... Corelay is actually really quite young! He's just started his training with Master Scovione. So while he may have gleaned some stuff about all this from Scovione already, he's really quite novice. This being in the context of him nearly finished with his training over a decade later.

Btw, you rolled five successes on the Intelligence check AND the Charisma check for Savoir-Faire. If anyone doesn't believe your ruse, it's because they were looking for cracks. Corelay will be more problematic.

You also don't have much more on the 800 Level Gang aside from their activities in drug-peddling and general street violence outside of their warehouses.

In any case, the Masters feel they are ready to head out. Master Harrar does go through the trouble of equipping himself with a blaster to pull off the part of a gunrunner. He chooses a heavy pistol, an old favorite of his that he doesn't use often and not nearly as well as he uses his lightsaber. Once equipped, the four of you pile into the battered old speeder.

"Take the wheel, Gallador," Master Harrar says. "It'll do well for your role in this."

Gallador will do so. He is a passable pilot.

"I do not have a gun Master, is this an issue?"

"You should do fine without one," Harrar says. He gives a slight grin. "It's... not really your style."

The flight from the spacer bar down to the Gang's club/warehouse goes smoothly, but you certainly notice the urban decay taking place the further you go down. The platform you choose to land the speeder on, not far from the warehouse, does not appear to have been maintained for years, smeared with old stains and rust.

The warehouse itself, sandwiched between two levels, so that the top and bottom connect with the structures above (also abandoned warehouses), looks fairly nondescript but for one of the side doors modified to accomodate more people. You see a group of ritzy airspeeders pulling up and depositing guests of the Gang's club. Security rather lazily ushers them in, not inspecting their guests but making sure to wear their sizable pistols visibly.

Master Harrar shares a glance with Master Scovione, who nods.

"In we go," Scovione says. "Remember, Padawans... eyes, ears, and minds open."

Gallador nods and goes in, his senses on alert.

Entering the Club goes smoothly. Aside from security not checking thoroughly, your Masters use Presence to draw attention away from them subtly. You all walk in together, stepping out of the dim skyscraper-obscured daylight into the dim synthetic dazzle of flashing club lights.

As large as the warehouse is, the dance floor is crowded with partying patrons, and loud music pulses throughout the place. Bars line the walls. The VIP section consists of raised and suspended platforms against the far wall. The stairways leading up to the VIP are heavily guarded, but you see a few well-dressed patrons venturing past them and upward.

"We will need to get into the VIP area," Scovione says to Urr.

"Gallador, Corelay," Harrar-Urr says, "your fact-finding starts now."

The two Masters stride across the club toward the guarded stairs, leaving you two alone on the edge of the dance floor.

"Now what?" Corelay says. He seems overwhelmed by the spectacle of the club.

"Let's buy a drink and socialize with people, maybe we learn something useful. We should be on alert but not show our fear outwards. Chatting with bartender first may be an useful idea." Says Gallador to Corelay, setting an example by going towards the bar.

You stride up to the bar and grab yourself a seat, Corelay following your lead and doing the same. The bartender, a Gamorrean, glares at you both.

"Aren't you two a little young?" he snorts.

"We are more mature than we look....." Shrugs Gallador, hoping that customers won`t be turned away.

We can put that to a Lying check... meaning Gallador passes with flying colors. It helps that Padawans likely are more mature than the average teenager.

The Gamorrean bartender shrugs. Nobody pays the exchange any mind. "What can I get you?"

Gallador orders some beer.

"I have been hearing a lot about these Lopans guys, new big players in Coruscant underworld. Seen any around?"

The bartender raises an eyebrow.

"How would you know about them?" he asks, sliding a pint of cold ale toward you. "And why would you go looking for them?"

"My Master is interested in them and so am I. They are making trouble here, right?"

"You could say that."

"Go on, what are they doing?" Gallador looked eagerly at the bantender.

He looks about warily.

"That kind of information is dangerous," the bartender replies.

"Dangerous for some, valubale for others..... we know what we are doing".

"I doubt that," the bartender says. "Besides, it's dangerous to be the moron giving that sort of info out."

How much money the Jedi have, maybe the bartender could be bribed?"

You have a meager amount of credits on you, not enough for a bribe.