Federation Commander

Captain Jack states: "I agree, another confrontation wouldn't net us the cash we need."

"Then we will try it your way first. When it doesn't work then it's my turn!"

[GM is guessing here...]

Okay... so Skexis picks up the communicator and calls Muankaal's place of business.

A curt, feminine voice answers.

"Red Kindjal Traders... how may I help you...?"

[If this is what y'all wanted, then roll with it...]

May I speak to Muankaal please?

If she says no or asks what this is regarding:

This is a private matter for him regarding Tarsh, Xal Fen, and Rokerig.

You hear the female accessing computer information in the background with awesome 1960's style sound effects.

"I'm sorry, but Muankaal is extremely busy this week. I don't have any important contracts listed in our databanks regarding anyone by those names. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

With that Marcus says,"Ok we do it my way now!" Starts to leave hesistating for a moment to see if the others follow with the artifact and disc.

Skexis hangs up.

Then let's party!

Follows Marcus

You all head over the Muankaal's shiny office building. The starport and the gaudy neon of the Voyager's Refuge recede into the distance.

You arrive at a gated business community. All of the slick, posh, executive types have withdrawn from the chaotic life of Donjebruche. There is a single entrance and exit to the area. (The business district is comprised of a couple of dozen bocks of glitzy plazas. Muankaal's building stands the tallest.)

You see security guards at the gate patting people down for weapons. There is a large sign that says, "Visitors: No Personal Weaponry Beyond This Point!"

What do you do now?

Marcus walks up to the check point and turns on his charm when they go to search him....using his fiercesome stare as they ask him to submit to a body search.

As soon as Marcus flashes his fiercesome stare, the guards pull him aside to a special detainment area.

"Uh oh," says Fred, "these are Black Nebula mercs. They city has laid off so many by now, the ones that are left are both tough and professional. They don't seem to be the types to take any flack...."

The rest of the party is next in line at the main screening area.

Skexis hands over his phaser, confident that his body's built-in weaponry will be adequate.

Guard to Skexis:

It's a standing operating procedure for us to verify that you do indeed have an invitation from someone on the inside. Who exactly are you here to meet?

Jeffr0 wrote:As soon as Marcus flashes his fiercesome stare, the guards pull him aside to a special detainment area.

"Uh oh," says Fred, "these are Black Nebula mercs. They city has laid off so many by now, the ones that are left are both tough and professional. They don't seem to be the types to take any flack...."

The rest of the party is next in line at the main screening area.

He doesn't have the option to just turn and leave? If not he is going to resist since he hasn't really done anthing but try to intimidate them with his stare. He will punch them as soon as they try to grab him and pull him aside then he will leave otherwise hoepfully his comotion is enough to distract the guards enough for the others to slip past.


OOC: BTW are these regular police or just rent a cops?

Captain Jack hangs back at the end of the party to watch what happens next....