Post by Max Liao (Callandryn) on Nov 26, 2003 9:22:49 GMT -5
Okay, this is not ‘exactly’ how this scenario went down, but since it was pretty damn cool, scared the living shit out of me, and involved a non-LoM roleplayer I had to dramatize this.
The trip from Corellia to Naboo was all too short and all too long at the same time. Part of him wanted this adventure to end quickly while another part of him didn’t even want to go through it at all. The man knew that if he was caught he’d have a lot to answer for - more than he could ever explain.
The diminutive and young looking man had thought about using a disguise for this meeting, but he knew that would probably cause more discussion than his normal look. He traveled enough between Coronet on Corellia and Theed on Naboo for the trip itself to be unremarkable. He only hoped that his anxiety inside wasn’t drawing any attention to him.
The ship landed and he disembarked taking in the sights and sounds around him. It’s amazing, he thought to himself, how much one misses or takes for granted when a trip is routine. But on this trip, every bump, every sound, and every sight was alive and flooding his senses.
“Good,” he commented once again to himself. “No familiar faces.” With that he rounded a corner to a quieter locale and opened up his comm. “I am here in Theed now. Are we a go?” Static hissed then a voice responded back.
“Please hurry. This is quite ridiculous to meet like this.” The voice sounded matter of fact, not angry. However, the traveler didn’t want to take any chances and quickened his pace. Still no one seemed to notice or care about the traveler.
Passing the cantina he took a sharp left down an open street to toward the Bank of Naboo. At first he didn’t see his charge, but after finding a more remote teller he saw the man he was looking for standing there all in black.
“Hello Delideun, thank you for helping me with this.” The traveller was clearly grateful and also anxious.
“This is highly irregular, you know.” The man seems to be scolding the traveler now. “If you wish to make a deal you do it out of sight ... out of mind.”
“I understand your concern, but I’ve often found that hiding something in plain sight makes it less conspicuous. I am not a person of the shadows and to find me there would draw more questions than I care to answer.”
“You’re new at this, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question as the man in black seemed to now be mocking the traveler. “Suit yourself. But if you wish to make this a career, you better practice some more discretion. Or get licensed, like me.”
The traveler didn’t believe the authenticity of any sort of license for this kind of deal, but he didn’t care either. Even if true, if he’d wanted a license he’d have asked for one; instead he just wanted the goods. “Do you have the Glitter?”
The man in black’s face soured taken the traveler aback. “Don’t you ever mention anything like that out here. Even in the shadows we never call it by name. Are you trying to get the Imperial Police after us? Although I have a license, you don’t. That makes this a criminal act for both of us, you see? If you want this to happen then you’d best learn to be careful or I’ll be gone faster than a blaster charge, you got that?”
The traveler obviously was not used to being talked to like that and it seemed to bring a slight smile to Delideun. “Very well. Just hand it information over and I’ll not trouble you any further.”
Delideun grabbed his datapad and keyed up some files. A few seconds later he put it back and with a challenging smirk said, “The information is all there and encrypted. Now that you have it your life will always be in danger. Learn to embrace the shadows, my friend; learn to live in lies. You may be able to make a lot of credits trafficking these goods, but know that neither imprisoned nor dead men can spend credits.”
The traveller checked his datapad and saw that the information was good. “Thank you. Wise advice.” He matter-of-factly commented. "By the way, I have some maintenance to perform in our headquarters. You wouldn’t perchance have any molecular clamps, would you?”
“Good, you learn quickly. As a matter of fact, I do.” Pointing towards a pallet Delideun offered, “I sell each crate for twelve thousand credits. You can’t go wrong at that price.” Sighing, the traveler agreed and took his crate of clamps.
The deal was over and it was time to depart. The traveler felt he spent too much time in this one spot already. “Thank you, my friend.”
“Anytime.” The reply came. “12,000 for Spice information and clamps, it seems we both made out, huh? Perhaps you will make a good scoundrel one day!”
Before the traveler could respond he felt a poke in his side. Surly it had to be a setup. Delideun set him up for the Imperial Police to catch him with the spice information in hand. When a voice spoke up, he knew it was even worse than that.
“Hello, General.” The friendly voice said.
The traveler was frozen in place, the flapping of his white wardrobe the only sound he could hear above his own heart and breathing. This could not be happening, he thought to himself. “G-good evening, Lieutenant Shayla.” General Callandryn dis’Vestrial could not have been more humiliated had he been caught naked with another man. Here is the Commander and Leader of the Legion of Myth talking about a spice trade with some ‘legal’ drug merchant.
Oh, and the ‘merchant’ seemed to get a kick out of this as well.
“General?” Delideun laughed. “Well ... general ... it seems you have other problems to attend to now. I bid you farewell and good luck.” He didn’t say, ‘you’re going to need it’, but those words were unmistakably implied as he left the area leaving General Callandryn and Lieutenant Shayla there alone ......................
Yes, I now have Spices IV and it was ME who planted the spices in Colonel Kedryn's room ... I did it to create a story never expecting Lt Shayla to catch me red-handed. And here I thought I was being sneaky not telling anyone I was a smuggler.
The trip from Corellia to Naboo was all too short and all too long at the same time. Part of him wanted this adventure to end quickly while another part of him didn’t even want to go through it at all. The man knew that if he was caught he’d have a lot to answer for - more than he could ever explain.
The diminutive and young looking man had thought about using a disguise for this meeting, but he knew that would probably cause more discussion than his normal look. He traveled enough between Coronet on Corellia and Theed on Naboo for the trip itself to be unremarkable. He only hoped that his anxiety inside wasn’t drawing any attention to him.
The ship landed and he disembarked taking in the sights and sounds around him. It’s amazing, he thought to himself, how much one misses or takes for granted when a trip is routine. But on this trip, every bump, every sound, and every sight was alive and flooding his senses.
“Good,” he commented once again to himself. “No familiar faces.” With that he rounded a corner to a quieter locale and opened up his comm. “I am here in Theed now. Are we a go?” Static hissed then a voice responded back.
“Please hurry. This is quite ridiculous to meet like this.” The voice sounded matter of fact, not angry. However, the traveler didn’t want to take any chances and quickened his pace. Still no one seemed to notice or care about the traveler.
Passing the cantina he took a sharp left down an open street to toward the Bank of Naboo. At first he didn’t see his charge, but after finding a more remote teller he saw the man he was looking for standing there all in black.
“Hello Delideun, thank you for helping me with this.” The traveller was clearly grateful and also anxious.
“This is highly irregular, you know.” The man seems to be scolding the traveler now. “If you wish to make a deal you do it out of sight ... out of mind.”
“I understand your concern, but I’ve often found that hiding something in plain sight makes it less conspicuous. I am not a person of the shadows and to find me there would draw more questions than I care to answer.”
“You’re new at this, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question as the man in black seemed to now be mocking the traveler. “Suit yourself. But if you wish to make this a career, you better practice some more discretion. Or get licensed, like me.”
The traveler didn’t believe the authenticity of any sort of license for this kind of deal, but he didn’t care either. Even if true, if he’d wanted a license he’d have asked for one; instead he just wanted the goods. “Do you have the Glitter?”
The man in black’s face soured taken the traveler aback. “Don’t you ever mention anything like that out here. Even in the shadows we never call it by name. Are you trying to get the Imperial Police after us? Although I have a license, you don’t. That makes this a criminal act for both of us, you see? If you want this to happen then you’d best learn to be careful or I’ll be gone faster than a blaster charge, you got that?”
The traveler obviously was not used to being talked to like that and it seemed to bring a slight smile to Delideun. “Very well. Just hand it information over and I’ll not trouble you any further.”
Delideun grabbed his datapad and keyed up some files. A few seconds later he put it back and with a challenging smirk said, “The information is all there and encrypted. Now that you have it your life will always be in danger. Learn to embrace the shadows, my friend; learn to live in lies. You may be able to make a lot of credits trafficking these goods, but know that neither imprisoned nor dead men can spend credits.”
The traveller checked his datapad and saw that the information was good. “Thank you. Wise advice.” He matter-of-factly commented. "By the way, I have some maintenance to perform in our headquarters. You wouldn’t perchance have any molecular clamps, would you?”
“Good, you learn quickly. As a matter of fact, I do.” Pointing towards a pallet Delideun offered, “I sell each crate for twelve thousand credits. You can’t go wrong at that price.” Sighing, the traveler agreed and took his crate of clamps.
The deal was over and it was time to depart. The traveler felt he spent too much time in this one spot already. “Thank you, my friend.”
“Anytime.” The reply came. “12,000 for Spice information and clamps, it seems we both made out, huh? Perhaps you will make a good scoundrel one day!”
Before the traveler could respond he felt a poke in his side. Surly it had to be a setup. Delideun set him up for the Imperial Police to catch him with the spice information in hand. When a voice spoke up, he knew it was even worse than that.
“Hello, General.” The friendly voice said.
The traveler was frozen in place, the flapping of his white wardrobe the only sound he could hear above his own heart and breathing. This could not be happening, he thought to himself. “G-good evening, Lieutenant Shayla.” General Callandryn dis’Vestrial could not have been more humiliated had he been caught naked with another man. Here is the Commander and Leader of the Legion of Myth talking about a spice trade with some ‘legal’ drug merchant.
Oh, and the ‘merchant’ seemed to get a kick out of this as well.
“General?” Delideun laughed. “Well ... general ... it seems you have other problems to attend to now. I bid you farewell and good luck.” He didn’t say, ‘you’re going to need it’, but those words were unmistakably implied as he left the area leaving General Callandryn and Lieutenant Shayla there alone ......................
Yes, I now have Spices IV and it was ME who planted the spices in Colonel Kedryn's room ... I did it to create a story never expecting Lt Shayla to catch me red-handed. And here I thought I was being sneaky not telling anyone I was a smuggler.
unless you did. 
