Location: Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elmont Block"]
Those outside the gates!: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Castor Ren"] and [member="Jacques"] [member="FN-999"] @Jaron Leson [member="Sasha Starkos"]
Poops and the Squib company considered the First Order Emissary’s counter. Immediately the huddle of furry bodies ensured as they discussed terms amidst themselves -- barely above a whisper but rather comically so.
“He no want to go alone!”
“But he say rest give shinnies.”
“King say he is willing to gab.”
“King also sad go away yet they came.”
“True, true. “ comical sage nods ensued.
“Barter means better trade, though.”
“Maybe they give shinnies and we check them all?’
“Koovy, good idea -- We take shinnies…”
“Can I haz one?” One tiny voice from a trembling Squib with dark black hair and large eyes said in anxious plea.
“Okay, there are five. Are five okay? “ they all ignored the shiny query.
“How about three.” A sudden suggestion with a twist of excited whiskers.
“Three sounds good.” More nods.
“So say two!” A sudden burst of bartering haggle! Always go with less than what you are willing to settle with.
“Yes! You so smart, we say two.” Yup yup, more nods.
“Yes, yes, you bet. Then we can go three and barter good and we get shinnies.” They were all in accord.
“Good plan Poopa you so smart.” More praise that made Poopa stand so tall in her salvaged armor.
“Very big smart. Yes” more sage nods.
With a skip and a hop, Poopa turned to [member="Castor Ren"].
“Okay - you can give all shinnies--
err weapons.. But two come only!” That was the counter offer. If Castor insisted on three, then Poopa would agree at three.
“Pick your big time escort and you can talk to King.” If anyone believed the King would be impatient, well, bartering and negotiating were all about the Squib life.
If it accelerated to three, and the three accepted, then the Squibs would take and search any weapons on the three First Order Emissaries that would be taken to the King. This would include a scan for any potential weapons with a salvaged scanner.
If three were not accepted, then the Squibs would negotiate that all weapons be left behind permenantly for all five to pass. Of course, this was the option the squibs
really wanted.
They all wanted the First Order shinnies to themselves!
Inside….
“I, will talk to Emissaries.” King Adegabaydee pronounced, the Squib haphazardly adjusting his crown as he peered upon the holofeed being fed in from the gates. He looked on proudly, for Poopa was doing what he expected. Once the First Order envoy arrived within the palace, then he would be the one handling the new barter.
General Tarr simply gave another rub of his face and took a deep breath. All he could do was just make sure that the palace remained secure and that the King would be safe.
“Set up perimeters with a portable shields to activate if necessary.” He instructed.
“I want eyes everywhere possible and beside the Squib Polyarchy as well as that around Ambassador CaVat.” He was speaking of the Alliance Eriaduian diplomat.
Meanwhile, Choli read the series of expressions swimming across the Justicar’s expression as what she was asking registered. If there was a chance for her to crack in a laugh at the sheepishness that settled in his abashed gaze she would have, but this wasn’t the time. Never mind how distracting the way his hair flopped over his brows.
“Yeah I can do that…” Confirmation from [member="Elmont Block"] about their plan to provide the cover to exit if necessary also gave the pilot a little bit of a sense of relief.
“Prudence is a good thing for having a level head… but let’s face it, anything could happen… and I don’t figure simply
talking is all that could be planned.” That was said with a clouded perception of the recent battle of Mustafar and how the First Order had been the one to strike at the Alliance first.
A series of beeps and boop beside her drew Choli’s attention. It was R4. “That’s a good idea.”
Turning back to Elmont and Trextan, the pilot relayed what he said, “Arr-Four said he can move ahead, get things ready just in case. He’ll be faster and with a head start…”
Better be safe than sorry.
Dropping to a knee, the girl brought her satchel forward. While they spoke, she went digging through her pack. A hand went curling around her lightsaber hilt; the one she had spoken about to Trextan on that first shuttle trip. She brought it out and hooked it to her belt. A check of her power pack and then she went through the rest of her gear.
