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Ender and Ben's house in the Lake Country of Naboo was as spotless and welcoming as always, even if neither inhabitant was currently home. A bit of tinkering by Ben in a moment of boredom allowed the visitors access to the house via face recognition, and the fridge was full of food, if not exactly the color or consistency Earth folks were used to.
( Welcome, friends! Chat awkwardly until Ben arrives! )
( And then Ben tells you what the problem is. Four letters, starts with S, isn't shit. )
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The ship that brought Ben and his friends from Earth from Naboo to Coruscant docked smoothly and lowered the landing platform into a sea of sentient beings of all colors, sizes, and number of heads.
Ben, his hair a bright, terrifying yellow gelled up into a double row of spikes, and wearing the latest in Coruscanti fashion (which, unfortunately, meant a skintight black jumpsuit with shiny sequins glued onto it) leaned in to point to a Coruscanti Immigration inspector, his zero-g motility pack emitting small hisses as he twirled in slow-motion cartwheels, demanding identichips and ten-credit “expediting fees.” Behind him followed a pair of Bothan escorts, their snouts wrinkling in disdain each time their superior solicited another bribe. "Those are the guys we have to get past," he said with a tiny smile. "No problem, right? Just remember, no violence. We're not trying to get any attention. Give the guy your documents and any bribe he asks for and meet me on the other side."
( Everyone else has Cunning Disguises too! )
( And then Ben, Tony, Valentine and Vestara pay a call on a Sith pretending to be a Senator-- )
( --While Tara and Petra look for Ender. )
[OOC: Adapted from Troy Denning's Apocalypse (cheery title, yes?), and preplayed with the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
life_inshadow, hoorayimrich,, endsthegame and a_demosthenes.]
( Welcome, friends! Chat awkwardly until Ben arrives! )
( And then Ben tells you what the problem is. Four letters, starts with S, isn't shit. )
The ship that brought Ben and his friends from Earth from Naboo to Coruscant docked smoothly and lowered the landing platform into a sea of sentient beings of all colors, sizes, and number of heads.
Ben, his hair a bright, terrifying yellow gelled up into a double row of spikes, and wearing the latest in Coruscanti fashion (which, unfortunately, meant a skintight black jumpsuit with shiny sequins glued onto it) leaned in to point to a Coruscanti Immigration inspector, his zero-g motility pack emitting small hisses as he twirled in slow-motion cartwheels, demanding identichips and ten-credit “expediting fees.” Behind him followed a pair of Bothan escorts, their snouts wrinkling in disdain each time their superior solicited another bribe. "Those are the guys we have to get past," he said with a tiny smile. "No problem, right? Just remember, no violence. We're not trying to get any attention. Give the guy your documents and any bribe he asks for and meet me on the other side."
( Everyone else has Cunning Disguises too! )
( And then Ben, Tony, Valentine and Vestara pay a call on a Sith pretending to be a Senator-- )
( --While Tara and Petra look for Ender. )
[OOC: Adapted from Troy Denning's Apocalypse (cheery title, yes?), and preplayed with the wonderful
life_inshadow, hoorayimrich,, endsthegame and a_demosthenes.]
