Session 8: Corellia Marketplace

Recap:

• Money from Empire mission
  
• Jowmum ninjas up elevator
  
• A day's trip to Corellia
  
• Four incompetent bounty hunters hit everyone with stun but Boris, their target.
  
• A fifth bounty hunter joins, but they are all knocked out after an embarrassing defeat.
  
• We round up the goons and call TSAxl
  
• Hailey splits while everyone is taken in.
  
• Jowmum, who was very cooperative gets shut down and violated while everyone else is politely questioned.
  
• The group is released, but Jowmum is missing his fogger, his weapon is welded shut, and a copy of his database is stolen.
  

OF ALL THE INHUMANITIES! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE STAYED AWAY! But NOOO, I just HAD to go all “good citizen” on them and just ROLL MYSELF WILLINGLY INTO THEIR HOUSE OF HORRORS! I would have just given them what they needed to know, you know! I am filing out a complaint! I want compensation! Do they know who I am?! I am a freely thinking individual! I am not just some ordanar PFFT!

Jowmum strains himself to fainting while expressing himself.

*no response*

Hailey gives him a gentle kick, frowning. She is frustrated that he shut down without hearing her.

*falls over*

As we leave SPA HQ, I do my best to console Jow.
I'll have the Ion Blaster fixed in a jiffy, and I'm sure we can find something interesting to fill the void left by the fogger. I know you liked the exclusivity of your blacklist, but hopefully it will help the police catch a lot of bad guys and save lives in the long run.
Knowing people usually feel better when they have a job to do, I hand JM 100 credits.
Hey, do you think you could get them to top off our fuel cell stock? I have to do *makes a goofy grossed out face* girly stuff with Hailey.

*the fallen droid gives no response*

"Just pour them into one of his empty slots. I think his wallet is that one..." Hailey taps around on his 'wallet slot' until it pops open. "Make him happy when he wakes up."

"You have no idea how much he put in making that list."
Boris say laughing
"I wish I could have gotten something for it. It would have helped with his moping."

I get our pile-jack out from under the "evidence crate", and push JM onto it.
I guess he was more tired than I realized. Sorry, Hailey, but shoppings going to have to wait until I get our friend conscious.
I cart JM towards the ship.

*Sigh* "Oh well. I guess I'll go with you. Maybe I can help."

"Allow me to watch over him. It is partially my fault."
Boris apologises.
"Anyway I would not what needs to bought for the ship, supplies or clothing. My personal jinx should be sated for a little bit given what it has put me through in the last 24 hours!!!
Boris glowers at the fourth wall.

An angry looking light starts irregularly blinking on Jowmum's dome. The dim nature of the light seems to indicate a short circuit that could get worse if left alone for too long.

Shtaco! You push!
I immediately hop on the pile jack and pop open his casing to disconnect the drive that stores his AI and memories until I can find the short circuit.

Roll:

After removing the drive I see a spark arcing occasionally from one of the servos that operates the Ion Blaster. I disconnect the fuse that powers that tool tray, and immediately warning lights stop flashing. I attempt to pry the damaged wire free for repair, but residual power shocks my hand.
OW! Shtaco, *thump, I bump my funny bone as I pull my hand back* OW!
After taking a moment to mumble something about the droid being vengeful even whens he's offline, I dive back in. Now that the power is discharged I pry out the wire and twist the frayed ends together. I replace the fuse, and reinstall his drives.
Were his battery not nearly drained from the ionic energies of the stun weapons, he would be ready to boot up.
I close his service panel, and hop off the pile jack.

Too Long?:

Sigh
"I said I could handle it. Though I must admit you are much better than me."
Boris is carefully looking at what Talik is doing.
"Sorry for the trouble."

I should be fine

Woah! I don’t feel so good. I feel like someone was yoinking around in my head. Wait! Hold on a second!

*Five seconds later, give or take up to ¾ of a second*

Oh, for crying out… my chronometer has been tampered with! And not just any old way, my secured systems are totally compromised with this setting! THOSE BABOONS WERE BEATING ARROUND DEEP INSIDE MY HEAD! Just [binary] wait ‘til I… OH COME ON! They drained my batteries to critical TOO?! Oh, well, I can still hear if anyone cares to say anything.

*Low battery forces "nonessential" systems offline, including voice synthesization*

"Would you at least like to know that you got paid for your information?"
Boris offers

I slouch forward defeated and submit to Hailey's pampering.
Let's go...

Still in binary.

I am thinking 1500 credits would start to cover the stolen information and physical damages. As well as a formal apology and a declaration of heroship.


Breakdown of price (metaknowledge):