[D7, LE] With a Capital T.

[Solork Tan]

"You wouldn't be out here to sell me up the river, would you Clem? Sending me back here so there is no escape and then sending me out? Because if you take a shot, you better not miss."

Solork advances slowly, but then sheaths the sword and hands it over. "I'll be back for that."

Sol pops off his mask and trickles back outside, figuring that if needed, Tranq and he could force a way out. "How nice of them." He mutters to Tranq. "Giving us a place free and clear. We get the chance, we make a hole and run?"

For the first time, Tranq sees the Ganks face, vulpine and angular with yellow fur

[Ters Tii]

Ters put out his hand. "There comes a time when one realizes that fighting one's way out only gets others killed. Flee if you wish, but I am called." He approached the stormtroopers.

[Tranq Sayzin]

"Right, right." He certainly wasn't afraid of the bucketheads. He'd been in worse situations before.

After all, he had survived Order 66.

A nod to the Gank, looking to his features, comraderie and spilled blood together forging that bond. The Karkarodon's hands were raised, indicating he wasn't going to be a threat. At least with his hands.

"We're coming."

[Solork Tan]

Sol raises his arm too, nodding along with what Tranq said. Sure, he could play along for a moment. Working on a peaceful exit was all well and good after all...just so long as you had a backup plan. Of course, standing and fighting was a bad idea, but if he needed to wait for the proper moment...hell, even if he had to take a beating to walk away, it would be a small price to pay.

"They try anything, they're going to pay for it"

[Honor]

Ter's mentioning he was a judge seemed to have some effect, at least, as they handled him a touch more delicately. Which was noticeable alongside the Gank and the Karkadon, who had a few troopers circle around behind them as they walked and pushed them to walk faster than they were physically capable of doing in the space.

Once they were outside they were all split up. Each of them received a demand, to provide their identification, reasons for being here tonight, what their connection to Nerra was, and whole host of personal information that was uncomfortable to share publicly.

[Ters Tii]

Ters plays along. Nerra? Nerra...the owner of the bar? Just a "hey there" when coming in. I've been coming here since my doctor prescribed an aperitif to help manage my angina. I am getting on in years. I'd like to see your documentation authorizing this raid, professional curiosity and all. Who do they have acting as magistrate for this? Is it Scuhl Crakka? Impenetrable torts, you know, but that was when we were young men...

[Solork Tan]

"Huh? Oh, I'm the handyman. Have you seen the inside of that place? Things are always falling apart?" Sol takes on his best shill pitch of a down on his luck mechanic. "I don't suppose you have, uh, any work that has to be done? Wiring? Speeder tuneups? Sanitation cleaning? Credits have been a bit tight this cycle. People are bringing their own help to the spaceport now"

[Honor]

Ters plays along. Nerra? Nerra...the owner of the bar? Just a "hey there" when coming in. I've been coming here since my doctor prescribed an aperitif to help manage my angina. I am getting on in years. I'd like to see your documentation authorizing this raid, professional curiosity and all. Who do they have acting as magistrate for this? Is it Scuhl Crakka? Impenetrable torts, you know, but that was when we were young men...

They described, roughly, that none of the legal requirements that he believes are a right exist when the Empire is searching out dangerous fugitives from peace and justice. That the bar he was in was a known hive for resistance elements and everyone, including him was suspect in an investigation that proved if any fault was found was sure to destroy careers and perhaps even lives. Given his status they did nothing more than that, collected his information and through checking his name got all else they needed.

When sending him on his way they promised they would "keep in touch" about any further developments.

[Honor]

"Huh? Oh, I'm the handyman. Have you seen the inside of that place? Things are always falling apart?" Sol takes on his best shill pitch of a down on his luck mechanic. "I don't suppose you have, uh, any work that has to be done? Wiring? Speeder tuneups? Sanitation cleaning? Credits have been a bit tight this cycle. People are bringing their own help to the spaceport now"

Anytime Solork gave more information than was explicitly asked for, maybe even then, he was threatened with a stun baton, if he pressed further he was hit.

[Solork Tan]

Sol keeps it up, figured that a bruised ego and body was better than a blaster fire, and that he could take some light stun batoning to sell the bit.

"Please, they are looking to throw me out? Do you know what those slum lords do when you can't pay?" He's laying it on a bit thick, but if they think him pathetic, there is no way they think he murdered a bunch of their friends a few days ago.

[Fuff]

Fuff claimed he was a professional bar singer and this was why he was in the bar, or bars in general.

[Honor]

All of them, eventually would be forced to give over their information. Would they willingly or would they try to bluff their way out of this?

Deception at Hard with three setback to lying your way free.
If you have false documentation let me know I will do the appropriate roll for that item.

[Tranq Sayzin]

Ter's mentioning he was a judge seemed to have some effect, at least, as they handled him a touch more delicately. Which was noticeable alongside the Gank and the Karkadon, who had a few troopers circle around behind them as they walked and pushed them to walk faster than they were physically capable of doing in the space.

Once they were outside they were all split up. Each of them received a demand, to provide their identification, reasons for being here tonight, what their connection to Nerra was, and whole host of personal information that was uncomfortable to share publicly.

"It's a bar. I was here to drink." He kept his hands up, looking to the various troopers. "Name's Tranq Sayzin. Bounty Hunter." He provided his ID, narrowing his eyes as he looked to the buckets.

I could rip out their necks pretty easily... No. Too many people. It'd be a blood bath.

[Solork Tan]

"Papers? I'm sorry, I didn't know I needed them in the slums." Sol does his best to seem innocent, but suspects he'll be beat a bit

Deception against the Stormies-Hard with three setbacks: 2eA+3eD+3eS 0 successes, 1 threat

[Honor]

They ran it, "You were reported to have taken a contract out in the desert. How is that going along, bounty hunter?" they said the last in a derisive tone.

Solork, meanwhile, gets beat for now following commands and is again asked, and again beat, until he offers up the appropriate papers.

[Ters Tii]

Ters hands over his papers with no argument. But he quietly decides that whoever put his name to these laws is going to bet disbarred.

[Solork Tan]

This time, Sol just goes limp... because he doesn't seem any way out of it.

[Tranq Sayzin]

They ran it, "You were reported to have taken a contract out in the desert. How is that going along, bounty hunter?" they said the last in a derisive tone.

Solork, meanwhile, gets beat for now following commands and is again asked, and again beat, until he offers up the appropriate papers.

"All the leads came up as a dead end." He replied flatly, that urge to just start killing the bucketheads growing. "Seems that there's a large creature out there scavenging that can burrow." True enough, for what it was.

[Honor]

Looking at Tranq the officer smiled, "Ah, yes," from behind he felt the cold metal for a bare second before the shock that jolted his system and hurt with a surging pain. Giving some effort to pulling him to his knees, but Tranq was stronger than that, so they tried again.. and again.. and then another instrument came in to do it some more.

"You see, that would have been an acceptable answer. However, I am afraid, we did not receive our expected report from the station and instead saw to it to discover for ourselves what happened. We found a massacre," he said, turning his head down as he thought on the loss.

[Fuff]

Fuff went for a bluff and lied smoothly about his utter lack of involvement in anything suspicious that might have been purported. Even as underneath it he was very afraid.

LE7. Deception. Hard. 2 Setback Cancelled from Talents.: 2eP+2eA+3eD+1eS 2 successes, 1 advantage


[Advantage to distract the interrogator for someone else's benefit]