Posted Thursday, June 2, 2005 @ 11:31 PM    

You are all present at the Carbonite Lounge at roughly the same time, though you are all in different areas of the rather large establishment. The Carbonite Lounge is actually one of the more respectable establishments on Nar Shaddaa. Located halfway up the Grundo Fuel Concern refuelling arm, at the heart of the Rodian district, the Carbonite Lounge is a classy combination of bar, dance club, and cabaret entertainment. Security is maintained by bouncers (primarily Rodians) dressed in dark clothes, who stay near the exits and maintain constant "patrols" around the Lounge. The Lounge is odd in that it allows patrons to keep their weaponry on them within the premises; however, they maintain a strict "shoot and be shot" policy that has discouraged most violent outbursts (especially the few times they've had to exercise that policy).

Todrin - you are here as you usually are. Your boss, a Rodian named Suda Grundo (a descendant of Brusu Grunto who founded Grunto Fuel Concern) is friends with the owner of the Lounge. Subsequently, you enjoy half-price on all your drinks.

Sid - you've just arrived on Nar Shaddaa. The place is incredibly foreign to you, but you're coping with it. You find it similar to Coruscant, only more dangerous and seedy, and that has helped you make it to the Carbonite Lounge. You have been waiting for Saris for five hours now, but there is no sign of her.

Ellora - if things went bad, you were supposed to split up and meet at the Carbonite Lounge. Well, things went bad after the you saw the Grunto Port Authority checking out your ship. You did your part, and made it to the Carbonite Lounge. It's been two hours now, and still no sign of him. You are understandably worried.

Zaan - you've spent a few days scoping the sights on Nar Shaddaa, looking for good places to find work. You almost got a job running crates of "goods" across refueling spires, but you quickly found out it was a Hutese slavery scam and got out before things got bad. Tonight finds you in the Carbonite Lounge, and prospects look good... you can see many wealthy merchants and nobles scoping the crowd, searching for (you hope) "employees".

Gida' - your annoyance has been steadily growing for the past few hours. Your father isn't exactly known for his punctuality, but he's never kept you waiting this long. He probably messed up his scheduling, or forgot about your plans, or is off getting chased by the law, or something similarly stupid... but even still, you're probably starting to get worried.

Kahynur - you heard through the grapevine that the Carbonite Lounge on Nar Shaddaa was a good place to pick up a decent-paying job. You haven't gotten any hits yet, but you've only been here 20mins, and the night is still young.

Each of you suddenly notice a thin duraplastic card laying next to your drinks. None of you can determine who put it there; it certainly wasn't there when you arrived, and you don't remember anyone placing it there. On one side, the card has a large red a blue logo with a stylized Z and F. The name "Zodo Fralik: private entrepeneur" appears along the bottom. The other side of the card contains a message, which is unique for each of you (you will receive these in PMs)

Posted Friday, June 3, 2005 @ 09:19 AM  

What the heck is this? When did this get here?

Posted Friday, June 3, 2005 @ 07:46 PM  

Well that was alot faster than things usually take. Must be another one of these supposedly vital and urgent jobs... Hope he's not another idiot who wants some Hutt slug killed.

Posted Saturday, July 2, 2005 @ 10:47 AM    

The Rodian eases back in his seat and takes a sip of his ale. "As you have probably guessed, I am Zodo Fralik. In my line of work I sometimes encounter... inconveniences. When I do, I often find myself relying on able-bodied beings such as yourselves to help rectify things."

Zodo learns forward. "In brief, I need the five of you to steal a ship. Pardon me... 'steal' is not the right word. It is my ship. It was confiscated, unfairly, by the Nar Shaddaa Port Authority. I have very valuable cargo aboard that ship, and I stand to lose a dear amount if the Port Authority scrimps it. It'll be an easy job; the ship is likely locked down in the Port Authority shipyard lower on the Grundo arm. Getting it back will be a simple matter of making your away around the Port Authority officials, disabling the grounding clamps, and soaring away with the Dream of Freedom."

Zodo reaches into a pocket in his vest and removes a package of deathsticks. "That's the ship's name, the Dream of Freedom. You like it? Thought of it myself."

He offers the package of deathsticks to everyone.

Posted Saturday, July 9, 2005 @ 12:51 PM  

"Money is nice," she says, "but that doesn't explain some things. For instance, why us? I'm not sure how you know so much about me, either. Give me a good answer and I might help you. Something doesn't feel right."

Ellora pauses for a moment, lost in thought. After about a minute, she speaks. "Okay, Mr. Fralik, I'll go along with your little plan. But I still want some answers."

Despite her petite frame, Ellora attempts to use her natural charisma to elicit some answers.