Victor looks around the corner to the south east. Down on one knee, scanning the horizon with his scope. He had an odd feeling that he had to check out.

F3-3T beeps and whirls his sensors back online. He waits patiently for negotiations to proceed. He takes his time to begin holo-scanning the good doctors feet noticing he keeps his shoes in impeccable shape considering the harsh environs.

Seku whistles as Fortuna lays out his plan. "That's one heck of a plan. Gotta' say. And you'll be rakin' in credits. No doubt about that." She taps her chin and appears to ponder the offer. "I think we could work together. As long as I don't have to spend too much time with that Barabel. Assumin' he survives of course. Got time to talk terms and tasks? When would we start?"

"First things must be first: let us pause all hostilities. Return to your team, gather them together, and inform them that you are changing employers. You can also inform them that there is a generous signing bonus. I will prepare it while you are gone. Does 1,000 credits per team member appeal to you? As the leader, you would be entitled to a double share, of course."

Seku: Cool or Negotiation, 2c 1a.

Seku Bondara rolled 3 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 2c 1a. Negotiation.

Seku is fairly sure she can talk Fortuna up to a higher price, and every credit is useful to the Rebel Alliance. However, she watches him raise an eyebrow as he is looking at her face. She wonders if, perhaps, he suspect something that she did not want to give away.

Seku twists a leku around her finger as she considers the offer. With her other hand she pretends to count and lists off imaginary team members under her breath. "So that'd be 5,000 for my front liners includin' myself and then another 4,000 for the perimeter squad? It's a temptin' offer." Her face implies that she's unconvinced. "I'll tell ya what, give me an extra 1,000 credits drinkin' money to make in an even 10,000 and me and my team will get out of y'alls leku and head back to town for the night. While you get that ready, I'll get on the comms and have them head over here." She gives an innocent grin, the threat implied.

Bib Fortuna smiles wanly and shakes his head. " I know we are on Tatooine, but I'm not on my first day off the moisture Farm. Still, your offer seems reasonable. 10000 credits, payable by cash voucher. However, I'll want to see all of your people face to face before we make the deal."

Seku is familiar with cash vouchers, of course. They are a promise to pay, backed by Banks across the Galaxy. Most honest people receive their paychecks in the form of cash vouchers, preventing them from needing to carry around large amounts of credits in their daily lives. However, it does create an electronic Trail that most criminals prefer to avoid.

Seku sucks air through her teeth. "Now that's an awfully uncomfortable way to pay a girl in my line of work. I'll take half in hard cash, but I can appreciate if ya need a bit more time to wrangle that up."

Deciding to give Bib a chance to mull that over, see clicks on the comms. "Alright y'all time to bring it in. Head to the farm house. We've got a new boss to meet."

"Half in cash, very well," Fortuna nods.

Do you all want to get together at the big house?

F3-3T beeps and whistles in a nonchalant manner and heads toward the big house as if nothing was out of place in the doctors office. He beeps into com-link Seku that muscle is on the way in case all the money is not where it is supposed to be.

With the question of where to go next answered Zabuunko gladly abandons the rest of the tour, no doubt equal parts useless and dangerous, for the trip to whatever the big house holds.

I don't know if the Victor will want to be among the scene. He might prefer to lurk somewhere a little distant with a sniper scope to his eye. Can he let me know in his next post?

Dr. Klabek and his aquilish technician have apparently decided that their patient is done for the day. They begin the process of unhooking the insectoid Creature from the medical equipment. They do this with care and attention to detail, making no effort to inflict pain on the being. It looks too weak to fight in any case.

" if you are going to The Farmhouse, would you kindly tell Master Fortuna that the first batch will be ready by tomorrow morning?" Dr. Klabek asks Zabuunko.

A few minutes walk in the sinking Sun later, the rebels have gathered Outside The Farmhouse. The protocol Droid Beeper has chosen to join them on the lawn, with a towel draped across one of his arms. It leans in to murmur to Seku.

" did my original Master send you? Are you here to get these thugs out of his home?"

Seku gives the droid a once over, but since it is a droid she can't discern anything from its impassive metal face. She decides to take a chance that no one bothered to wipe the droid'ss memory and reprogram it since taking over the farm. "Might be that I'm doin' a favor for a guy named Boho. Why?"

Seku Bondara rolled 1 failure, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1a 1p 3d. Discipline with difficulty.

"Your towel, madame," the droid says loudly. He passes the folded towel to Seku. She takes it, a bit mystified, and feels something hard folded into the cloth. Seku peeks cautiously into the towel and finds a remote control with a single red button. A small piece of flimsy is stuck to it, with a handwritten message on it: "Lockdown."

One of the windows on the second floor of the farmhouse slides open. Bib Fortuna sticks his head out, like a plantation owner shouting instructions to his hands. "I am just counting your money! I'll be down in a minute!"

Seku looks around at her companions. "By the way. I give it about 50/50 odds that he's countin' blaster bolts rather than credits." Despite the lack of any Jabba's employees around, the Twi'lek appears to be having difficultly shedding her accent. "Keep an ear out for those swoop gangers and be ready for trouble. If things go to hell, head for the house." She winks at the droid.

Watching their host more closely than the droid Zabuunko none the less notices the quick exchange of some kind of object, and gives Seku a quick nod when nobody else is looking.  If that is to indicate his agreement with her assessment or just an acknowledgement of the slight of hand, or both is as usual slightly unclear.

To the south-west, approximately in the direction of Anchorhead, you can see something. It is a vehicle, possibly a desert skiff, heading in your direction at speed. At that velocity it is kicking up a lot of sand, and it is vulnerable to high winds.

"Seku be advised, we have an incoming skiff at high speeds. Anything you want stopped?" Victor asks over the Comms as he turns his scope towards the skiff for a better look at its occupants or armaments if any.

Seku eyes the others before responding. "Wait until you can see who's inside. As for the rest of us, let's go make ourselves comfortable while we wait." She heads for the door of the farm house, intending to wait inside for whatever Bib is planning.

Seku finds that the front door is locked. Beeper comes and tries it as well. "Oh, spit," he says.

Seku looks at the protocol droid. "I don't suppose that this can unlockdown?" She  gestures with the device.
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Beeper yanks on the door. "Oh no! My master removed my key-codes after the purchase. We will have to ring the bell." Beeper applies the call button, and it rings. No-one comes to open the door. Beeper tries again.

F3-3T finally rolls over to Seku speaking in binary about the complexity and uniqueness of feet in the galaxy. His malfunctions are acting up again but he quickly realizes the door must be opened at once. He stops what he is doing and beeps, "Do Not fret Seku, F3-3T astromech at your service." with that his tool glides into the mechanism with ease he isn't even paying attention as he continues on about the ghastly feet of Jawas and how you could never imagine bunions could amass so much hair! He wiggles the utility port a bit and "presto"!

The door opens within three seconds.

O.O.C:
21:18, Today: F3-3T rolled 5 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3P 1A 2d.  Open Door.

While F3 works on the door, Seku checks in with Victor on the comms. "You still doing alright out there? We're going to hole up in this house for a bit."

Before rushing inside, Seku pokes her head around the door frame to check for any surprises. She gives the astromech a pat on his metal head and whispers praise in a low voice. "Good job!"