Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey.   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
Narrator
 GM, 3 posts
Wed 26 Sep 2012
at 21:39
Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey
Grick-Pur-Yi lay terrified on the floor of a Mos Eisley warehouse. The Jawa's captors had not bothered to restrain him; they knew the value of fear. The Trandoshan, the thugs' leader, opened a comm line from a large holodisplay in the center of the warehouse. Though the Jawa could not understand the Trandoshan's speech, it was filled with undertones of menace towards Grick-Pur-Yi. The Klatooinian on the other end of the comm line, however, was more conciliatory (and, mercifully, spoke Basic). "Stand up, Jawa. Do not flee, and you shall not be harmed." Tentatively, the small alien rose to his feet. "Jondo the Hutt is displeased with your behavior. Those who steal his droids generally meet a messy end. However, in this case, we were rather impressed with the repairs and modifications you carried out on them. It would be a shame to let such talent go to waste. Jondo the Hutt would like to offer you a deal. You can go to Nar Shaddaa and work for him. Or," he paused for effect. "you could decide that you have no desire to leave this warehouse alive."

The choice had not been a difficult one. The Klatooinian had given the Jawa clear instructions: when he had landed on the Smugglers' Moon, he was to go immediately to the Bar None cantina and tell the bartender that he was there to meet with Vakin Drell.

After a mercifully short trip on a dingy, cramped freighter, Grick-Pur-Yi arrived on Nar Shaddaa. The dizzying height of the buildings was quite unsettling, but he had survived confrontations with Tusken Raiders and Krayt Dragons. He could handle unsettling architecture.
Grick-Pur-Yi
 player, 1 post
Thu 4 Oct 2012
at 02:46
Re: Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey
Grick hops off the freighter and gazes up at the impressive skyline of Nar Shadaa. The jawa wears a somewhat untraditional outfit. A deep brown tunic covers his upper body, and grey trousers adorn his stumpy legs. He still wears a hood, a light tan in colour, but it is a separate item of clothing. He keeps it up even in the comparative darkness of Nar Shadaa, his two glowing eyes visible within its depths.

Momentarily spellbound by the city's technological wonder, it takes Grick a minute before he shakes himself to attention. Reminded of his task, and his debt, the would-be thief straightens the rough-woven sack on his back, and heads for Bar None with hurried steps.
Narrator
 GM, 9 posts
Tue 9 Oct 2012
at 02:07
Re: Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey
The Bar None is a small but very brightly lit establishment, with glowing signs in both Basic and Huttese on the outside. On the inside, the cantina is also lit with pink and yellow neon lights, giving the cantina's patrons' skin odd tints. There is one long central oval-shaped bar, with a middle-aged human tending it. Further out from the center of the room, there are a large number of booths. The clientele is widely diverse, with a healthy number of humans, Twi'leks, and Duros, and some Gran and Rodians. Energetic and loud pumping music drowns out most of their voices.

Upon seeing the Jawa enter, the bartender peers down at him. "Don't know if we have much here for your kind."
Grick-Pur-Yi
 player, 2 posts
Tue 9 Oct 2012
at 02:13
Re: Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey
The Jawa's employment of Basic remains imperfect, but nonetheless he hisses out glowing eyes locked on the bartender, 'Don't want drink. Just want a man. Vakin Drell.' While he listens to the bartender's answers he looks around the bar for any signs that droids are prohibited.
Narrator
 GM, 10 posts
Tue 9 Oct 2012
at 02:17
Re: Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey
"Oh, right. Think he was expectin' another. Through there," he says, pointing at a small doorway at the back of the cantina. "Room number three, second on the right."

The Jawa can't see any signs about droids one way or another.
Grick-Pur-Yi
 player, 3 posts
Tue 9 Oct 2012
at 02:29
Re: Grick-Pur-Yi's Journey
Grick nods his thanks, and takes off his pack, pulling his mouse droid out and instructing it to follow him. The two then head to the door, the Jawa opens it, and steps in.