Re: Act 2: The Recon Mission
Once all the blasters and blades are placed in the box, the group is escorted by two guards out of the security complex and into the main field outside. There a Rodian stands to meet them. This one is more conservatively dressed than the Trandoshans. He wears no weapon of any kind.
"Welcomez." he says in heavily-accented Basic. "You are herez to buy maybez yezz? I am Skee. I handle all tradez. We do business maybez yezz? Let me show you around."
As Cyril breaks into his story once more, the rest of the group has time to look around. With the security station behind you (north), you can see a large launch pad before you. It is large enough to handle two large freighters simultaneously. To the south is a small tower, complete with various radar and comm towers. This clearly serves as the control tower and headquarters. To the west is a large barracks-style structure which likely serves as residential facilities for the Trandoshans. Next to it is a larger hanger. It is big enough to support a number of large transports. Out the front a Cloakshape fighter is being worked on by mechanics.
Skee begins ushering the group towards the a large building in the south-east corner of the facility. It has no windows and has three doors, all locked. There is a bored-looking Trandoshan on duty who comes to attention as the group closes. After a brief talk in Dosh, the guard unlocks the door and the group is ushered in. The two Trandoshan guards remain behind the group at all times, there blaster rifles constantly at the ready.
The smell that strikes the group is overpowering. No smell in the galaxy compares with the smell of dozens of humanoids packed in together in abject misery. The group are led down a corridor, there are 16 small cells, 8 a side, each containing 4-6 slaves. The races include humans, wookies, a Talz and even some Twi'leks. All of them are young and look fairly healthy. Some still sport defiant looks and glare at the group as they pass. Others meekly stare at the ground, their defiance gone.
Seeming not to notice the smell, Skee keeps talking as he walks. "You seez? All good qualitiy. Strong, healthy, they fetch good pricez. We feedz them once a dayz to keep them well. We even have Doctor. Me showz you."
At the end of the corridor is another locked door. The group is ushered through. A small waiting area is passed through and on into a crude but modestly-equipped medical facility. A ventilation fan works overtime to combat the smell. This combined with the strong smell of surgical disinfectant. In the corner a young human is setting a slave's arm which had been broken. Whilst not showing any true concern for the man's injury the doctor nonetheless gives the man a strong analgesic before resetting the bone and refusing it.
Skee. "You seez? Good medicine. Not lose slaves to sickness. Good Doctor keepz them well."
A beep emerges from Skee's commlink. He mutters into it for a moment.
"Meez needed for a moment. You stay here. Talk to Doctor. He tell you our slaves strong."
Skee moves from the room. The two Rodian guards stand by the door, obviously to keep the team in and prevent them from wandering. The doctor seems not to pay attention to the group's presence as he works on finishing his work.
The good doctor raises an eyebrow at the mention by Skee of the slaves being kept well. Though the rodian walks away distracted, the doc mumbles, "Leaving me to explain the quality of the slaves, poor choice Skee."
Looking at the group of them for only a brief moment, he turns his attention to the setting of the arm in front of him. With quick speed, the wrappings, and bacta laced binding is spun around and around elbow to shoulder. As the back and forth movement of the wrap continues, he mentions a bit more loudly to the group of them, ”I'll be to the point here. I'm not a salesman, and I don't care if you buy anyone or not. I'm a doctor, and I'm paid hard credits to keep the slaves from dying, not to make a sale. Any questions?”
OOC: Okay if any of you need more info on anything ask me in PM and I'll make the necessary checks. For now you are alone in the medical centre with two rodian guards, the doctor and his patient.
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