"How dare you blaspheme Quay's name!" growls the weequay, clenching his fists and advancing on Bane.
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"I'll take that as a 'no'," mutters Bane to Zirak, taking a hasty step backwards as Sora moves to restrain Ak-Yev.

"All right," says Zirak coolly, "Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way. Sora, pin him down and hold him still."

Sora frowns at Zirak.

"Surely we can handle this in a more civilised way."

"He's a weequay, Sora..." Bane says doubtfully.

"Precisely Bane. Hold him, Sora."

Sora sighs. Stepping forward, he takes hold of Ak-Yev, who does not attempt to resist, but merely raises a quizzical eyebrow.

Zirak has stepped forward, pressing the tip of his index finger against Ak-Yev's forehead. A series of images have flashed before him. He has seen the towering exterior of the Bulq estate. He has seen a burnished, durasteel staircase descending into a vault filled with treasures. He has seen stone warehouses filled with textiles, foodstuffs and exotic goods being prepared for transportation. He has seen a safe formed of a dark metal, concealed behind a painting of a moon in a large office. He has seen a hidden passageway behind another, larger painting of a tall, proud weequay with a vibrosword in hand.

OOC: Zirak Derasir used Drain Knowledge on Ak-Yev.
Ak-Yev rolled 13 using 1d20+2. Will Save.
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All at once the visions have faded, as Ak-Yev gives a howl and staggers backwards.

OOC: Ak-Yev rolled 18 using 1d20+2. Will Save.

Zirak makes an irritated noise.

"What part of 'keep him still' was not clear, Sora?"

Sora scowls at Zirak in response.

Ak-Yev continues to stare at Zirak with awe and apprehension.

"How did you do that?" he demands.

"I am an emissary of Quay," Zirak lies boldly.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 14 using 1d20+2. Bluff.
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"But you are no weequay," Ak-Yev frowns, "Besides, Quay can speak directly to me at times when I need guidance," he pats the orb, "Why would he send you?"

OOC: Ak-Yev rolled 14 using 1d20. Sense Motive.

"Quay did not send me for your benefit," Zirak replies smoothly, "He sent me to speak to Sora. He wishes Sora to forsake his pitiful Jedi teachings. And Sora does not possess an orb, so he was forced to take other measures."

He flourishes a hand and inclines his head patronisingly.

"Hence me."

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 18 using 1d20+2. Bluff.
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"That makes sense," Ak-Yev agrees, nodding slowly, "In all my time serving Sora I always felt Quay was not pleased with his lack of faith. Perhaps it was indeed Quay's will to send me here that I might meet you, and assist in enlightening Sora of the error of his ways."

OOC: Ak-Yev rolled 13 using 1d20. Sense Motive.
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"Exactly," says Zirak, unable to conceal a hint of greed from his voice, "But we also need to punish his uncle for exiling you, since you are in high favor with Quay. So we need to know how to enter his estate to exact our- Quay's vengeance."

Ak-Yev ponders Zirak's words for a moment.

"I know that Quay does not like me to abuse his ear by asking too many questions. Still, I will ask once more, if it is my fate to travel with you, Emissary, and guide Sora into the true path, and execute vengeance on his uncle."

He once more speaks in Sriluurian to the orb, which in turn booms a reply.
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Sora translates out of the corner of his mouth, looking grim.

"He asked if it was his destiny to teach me the 'truth' of Quay, to which the response was 'my sources say no'."

Bane has placed a pained hand to his forehead.

"Can we rig that stupid toy somehow?" he murmurs to Zirak.

Zirak makes a sympathetic noise, before raising his voice.

"Your question was phrased wrongly, Ak-Yev. It is my destiny to teach Sora of the truth. Your destiny is simply to assist us in entering that estate."

Ak-Yev frowns, glancing at the orb.

"I have asked too much of Quay already. If I overuse my access to his infinite wisdom, he tends to contradict himself to admonish me. I dare not question him further today."

"And you need not," Zirak says coolly, "His emissary stands before you, as I have proven. Or do you still require proof? You know Quay does not look fondly on lack of faith..."

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 21 using 1d20+10. Intimidate.

Ak-Yev stares at Zirak for a long moment, then at once he kneels, bowing his head.

"You are correct, of course, Emissary. Forgive my hesitance in trusting you, and consequently Quay."

OOC: Ak-Yev rolled 17 using 1d20+7. Resist Intimidate.

"Better," Zirak says, unclenching his fists, "Now. The estate?"