Bane passes the codecard to R5, who examines it for a minute or two before giving a beep of indignation.

"Beep-boopity-dweep!"

OOC: R5-D3 rolled 24 using 1d20+15. Detect Forgery.
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"I'll kill him, I'll kill him..." Bane mutters, snatching back the card and storming out of the ship, "Sora," he adds as he departs, "Wait here. R5, you're coming with us."

R5, who seems to feel this is a much more appropriate delegation of party responsibilities, beeps smugly, trundling after Bane.
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"There's no need to be wasteful," Zirak calls to Bane as he hurries after the bounty hunter, "I could always eat him."

"I shall wait with Sora," Sella offers.

"You would convince my innocent friend to steal the ship," Zirak sneers, "Much though I would welcome the opportunity to be spared your company, you are coming with us."

"I am not," Sella replies firmly, plonking herself into the seat beside Sora.

"She will convince me of nothing of the sort," Sora assures Zirak, "Go with Bane. I'll be here waiting when you return."

Zirak hesitates a moment longer, staring at Sora in silent debate.

"Fine," he says at length, reluctantly following Bane and R5, who have by this time reached the exit of the hangar.

Bane moves swiftly as they traverse their way back through the streets, alley and skybridges to Alruun's apartment, and in less than half an hour Bane has stormed into the duros' makeshift workshop, R5 and Zirak in toe.

Alruun glances up as they enter, and his eyes widen upon recognising them. He surreptitiously presses a remote in his pocket, and the droideka unfurls in a moment, shield activated.

"Back so soon?" he asks, his tone not quite as light as he might wish.

"A choice lies before you," Zirak informs him dangerously as he advances, "Can you guess what it might be?"

"Your forgery didn't even fool my droid here," Bane accuses him, jerking a finger at R5.

"Trying to fix a code is a tricky business," Alruun argues, "But still, my work should fool the standard Stratocratic system, I would think."

"We are not going to Stratocratic systems," Zirak informs him coldly.

"Listen, buddy," Bane says, advancing himself, "You have one more chance to make it right, or you won’t be around to rip off a third person..."

Alruun scowls at him, and mutters something in Durese as he snatches back the ID codecard, and begins to reprogram it once more. Once again, a quarter of an hour passes before he snatches it out of his computer and shoves it into Bane's hand.

"Happy?" he snaps irritably.

OOC: Alruun Darros rolled 25 using 1d20+18. Forgery.
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Bane passes it coolly to R5.

"Happy?"

R5 examines it for a few seconds before shakes its head with a disgusted beep.

OOC: R5-D3 rolled 28 using 1d20+15. Detect Forgery.
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"All right, Darros," Bane says coldly, "I'm going to need that ten thousand credits back. And that droideka as recompense for my wasted time and effort."

"How dare you?!" snarls Alruun indignantly, rising, "I will not have some filthy scum come in here off the street and start insulting my work and making unreasonable demands! You wanted a job done, I did the job! Now, get out of my shop!"

"That does it!" snarls Zirak in return, igniting his lightsaber and leaping at the startled duros. Alruun narrowly ducks under Zirak's savage swipe at his head, collapsing backward as Zirak raises his lightsaber to strike once more.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 19 using 1d20+6. Initiative.
Bane Malar rolled 12 using 1d20+3. Initiative.
Alruun Darros rolled 11 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
R5-D3 rolled 8 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
Droideka rolled 8 using 1d20-2. Initiative.
Zirak Derasir dealt 27 points of vitality damage to Alruun Darros.
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"Wait! Please!" squeals, Alruun, indignance replaced with terror, "I'll give you back your credits, and the droideka! Please! Don't kill me!"

Zirak pauses his assault, but doesn't put his lightsaber away.

"If you don't want any trouble with me, then I suggest you do so swiftly. And allow my extremely talented droid to use your system here to forge a far superior codecard than you appear to be capable of."
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Alruun swallows, and nods slowly.

"V-very well, y-yes," he stammers, rising tentatively and passing the droideka remote to Bane's outstretched hand, before approaching his computer and typing in a code, inserting the codecard, and then hastily making way for R5 to work.