Daring Exploration (D3 MA)

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Deonis easily followed the mikkian up the wall looking out over the territory.

"Didn't think Gonks farmed." Came a quiet remark

"Bit of a surprise", she answered in a very quiet voice. "But they're sentients after all, eh?"

((And now a easy Athletics check))

She then started making her way down. It proved harder than she had hoped, but...

OOC:
D3 MA - Athletics vs Easy: 1eA+1eP+1eD 0 successes, 2 advantage

[Deonis Harik]

"More known for raiding. Hoarding spoils." He says before jumping down himself. He wasn't entirely on spit but a little background Force helped him land safely.

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D3 exploration easy Athletics enhance: 4eA+1eF+1eD 2 advantage, 1 Dark Side


Use dark pip to generate success so 1 success 2 advantage (use advantage to help Zim?)

[Flession]

While Deonis makes it easy, with a little help from the Dark side, Zimrzala starts to do a bit of a roll with the jump. While she doesn't miss the landing, the landing itself was anything but stylish, letting her get the wind knocked out of her a little. ((1 Wound)).

Either way, you're across the gate. The most obvious place to go would be the large building, if your goals were to talk. If anyone is there.

[Deonis Harik]

Deonis motions with his head toward the building and begins making his way over there keeping his head on a swivel looking out for any ambushes or surprises.

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Zim takes a moment to recover from her BARREL ROLL, then looks ahead. If talking can be done, she would definitely prefer that way of handling things.

She nods to Deonis, then starts moving towards the building as well. When she gets closer, she whispers to him "Best if we there without causing a commotion. Would be good to find out more - who they are, what they want and do."

Maybe we may even get things to quiet down without a fight, she thinks, but doesn't say so for now.

OOC:
Wounds 11/12
Strain 14/17

[Flession]

The gardeners are hard at work doing their thing. However, as you all approached the building, Zimrzala seems to be having the worst luck today, as she is unable to do so without shuffling some stone and dirt.

Notcing two Force Users Snek. Deonis first: 2#2eD 0 successes, 1 threat 1 failure, 1 threat



The farming Gonks immediately hear this and run off to the main building.

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Seeing the farmers run towards the main building, Zim stops, trying to keep quiet and still for now. She tries to assess the situation again - are they entering through the main door? And... did any of the Gonks stay outside, maybe? Getting to talk to a possible leader would be better, of course... but then that might be hard to do with them on edge.

[Deonis Harik]

Deonis saw the gonks running and sighed a little "Well cover blown now. Can talk might have to fight if we stay." He said looking down toward his companion.

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Deonis saw the gonks running and sighed a little "Well cover blown now. Can talk might have to fight if we stay." He said looking down toward his companion.

She still kept her voice down. "They've heard us, but not seen us. Maybe I can still talk to one of them before going to meet the whole group. Failing that... well, we'll have to see where words get us I guess."

[Flession]

The gonks continue on into the building without interruption and, for a minute there does a bit of silence. And then out of it comes a single man, well built and with green skin. He is without armor, but it is clear he is armed, even from here. The man approaches your location slowly and, as he begins to get ever closer, his size and bulk become more apparent.

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Zim keeps an eye on the man as he walks towards them, then nods to Deonis and speaks to him calm voice that is quiet, but not a whisper anymore "Let me talk to him, friend". Then, looking towards the green-skinned man, a bit louder so both may hear her, but still calm, almost in a kind voice "No blood needs to be spilled here today."

OOC:
How far is he from us, and can she see his expression or have any idea of how he feels towards me, or us?

[Flession]

He starts to approach you, staring you all down. You cannot really make up his face, other than he is staring at you area.

Now he knew where you were. As he approaches, you begin to see what exactly the weapon he was wielding. He was holding it in two hands before deadlifiting it with one to cup his hand. "Wouldn't have to be if you just kept out of here! No sudden movements! Come out to the fields or you're dead.""

He grabbed the 'gun' he was holding back with both hands and waited for the response, a small noise rumbling from the machine as he waited.

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

She keeps her calm and a smile on her face as she steps forward, her hands open in front of her. "Still no need for blood, my friend", she says with a calm, but resolute look - her eyes seeking out his. "To the fields it is. I see you've been working hard on them!", she adds with another smile, as she gets closer to him. "I came here to talk, friend, not to fight. Would you grant me that?"

OOC:
Whenever I'm close enough I'd like to use Influence to 'expand a feeling of peace' towards him!

[Deonis Harik]

Deonis came out behind her, letting her handle the talking for now. He kept his eyes trained on the big green man. Deonis made no aggressive moves for now but remained ready and bolstered his strength with the Force.

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Committing Force die to enhance Brawn.

[Oshazich]

He begins to approach once more before he sees Deonis approach. His feelings begin to enrage, only to stop himself short as he begins to make the two of you out.

He is quite clearly a Mirialan, the tattoos on his body and the green skin being clear giveaway. He does present himself close enough to you all, but stares at Deonis at hand. "You do not match the description of the armor; you are fortunate, then. You are also fortunate that my people are out hunting the man with the Mandalorian armor, otherwise you would be dead where you stand. Whatever you believe in gods or fate, you are both blessed by them all to come at the right time to visit us. So, out of respect for such things, I will listen to what you have to say, Mikkian. So say your piece, and we will see if it will allow you both to walk out of here for your trespassing with your lives and limbs."

He has yet to remove his finger from the trigger, but it has stopped spinning for now. The large rotating-cylinder gun is still aimed at you, but you all remain close that you don't need to shout to speak.

(Yeah, you can try it)

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Despite the Mirialan's still aggressive words and stance, the Mikkian keeps a calm expression and a kind smile on her face. "Fate, nature, or just luck, it doesn't matter. The important thing is to seek and walk the path that's right for us", she says, still smiling. "And today has given us a chance for that".

She takes one step closer to him, still holding her arms to her sides and her hands open in an indication that she means no harm. "I've heard much about your folk, friend. Heard that you're people - and thus deserving of respect much like anyone else. That made me want to know more about you. Where you come from, but mostly what it is you need, or want." She waves around to the fields, her smile widening a bit. "From what I've seen here - decent food, clean water, a good place to call your own? And... respect?"

She means to take another slow, respectful step forward, but waits for his response. "As I said... no harm is meant from this side, friend. So... if we can talk without the threat of sudden violence?", she asks, her eyes pointing at the muzzle of his oversized gun.

[Oshazich]

"You wish for peace? Is that why those in the surface trespass into our territory, yourselves included, and slaughter my people? I have not been to the upper city in some time, but I see their sensibilities have yet to change." He paused and stared. "What we want is to be left alone. We have enough gifts from the surface world to last a lifetime." He shakes his head. "There is little reason for me to expect such gifts without a price."

[Deonis Harik]

Deonis kept back having the sense to know that two advancing parties would seem more threatening. He kept his comments to himself about how gonks often attacked people just passing by or even living near them but he would wait a bit before interjecting.

[Zimrzala Skalirz]

Deonis kept back having the sense to know that two advancing parties would seem more threatening. He kept his comments to himself about how gonks often attacked people just passing by or even living near them but he would wait a bit before interjecting.

Zim gives a calm, quick nod looking back at Deonis, as if both thanking and reassuring him.

"You wish for peace? Is that why those in the surface trespass into our territory, yourselves included, and slaughter my people? I have not been to the upper city in some time, but I see their sensibilities have yet to change." He paused and stared. "What we want is to be left alone. We have enough gifts from the surface world to last a lifetime." He shakes his head. "There is little reason for me to expect such gifts without a price."

Turning her eyes back to the Mirialan's, she keeps a calm, serious but respectful face. "I understand there have been numerous conflicts between your people and others here. And... I must agree that the position of at least most in the surface, the upper city especially, is not particularly receptive to those like us" - she points to her own skin and her tendrils as she says this. "But one must wonder, yeah? Why is it so? What has been going on makes non-humans unwelcome in the surface?" She looks straight at his eyes - not challenging him, but trying to open up to him. "And... what is it that drives a wedge between your folks and the others here in the Lower City?"

She lowers her eyes, opening her arms a bit more. "Unfortunately, I really don't come to offer free gifts. I don't think I even have much I could offer you in terms of material gifts. And as you say, you've got some good land and a decent community already", she adds, waving her hands again as her face changes back to a friendly, kind smile.

Another small step forward. "But... I may have something to offer, and that's what I wanted to talk about. Peace, calm, respect. And the quiet you say you'd like."

She points a finger in a general upward direction. "I'd like to know the story of your people, friend". She uses a particularly respectful tone when she says 'people'. "But I guess there's one question that's particularly relevant. May I ask what forced your folk to get by down here?"

She then lowers her head in respect. "Oh.... I'm sorry, I haven't even given you my name. I'm Zimrzala, friend" She keeps her head down, and tries extending a hand slightly in case he'll agree to greet her back.

[Oshazich]

"It is not my heritage that makes me unwelcome, but...." He says with a grunt, a small flash of his mind going to a time before all of this. "There is a history here that you do not understand, and one that I care not to explain to you. The point you need to understand is that our wish is to be left alone will be respected, by force if need be. Give your pity and your honeyed words to someone on the surface who cares for such things." He did not seem angry over your words, but perhaps a small part of him wished to believe what you say.

((Go ahead and make me a Charm roll at average, with a setbacks.))