<strong>Name:</strong>Rabme Sedila (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286356.msg14091616#msg14091616)<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Country_GIrl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>0/12<strong>Strain:</strong>0/13<br/><strong>Soak:</strong>2<strong>Conflict:</strong>0<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aboard The<em>Chance Cube Dance</em>in the lounge<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All<br/><hr/>When she heard Vo-Cador suggest that she should be the one calling the shots Rabme stopped cold at the accessway to the lounge, one foot over the threshold to the ring corridor and hands on the accessway for stability.<br/><br/>She turned on her feet and leaned against the hatchway, one foot in the room, the other out, one arm reaching across to brace against the opposite site of the durasteel bulkhead, and she turned and looked at him.  The expression she wore was... cool, measured, but undeniably surprised.  She could play sabaac with the best of them, but she definitely looked surprised.<br/><br/>What she felt, though, was more akin to horrified, disbelieving shock.<br/><br/>When she looked at Vo-Cador, her eyes asked<em>Why?  Why would you make me- the burnout, the meteorite, the cooze- responsible for anything?</em>She flaunted herself willingly, and enjoyed it.  She'd committed a variety of crimes up to and including manslaughter (though that was arguably self defense and/or frontier justice).  She enjoyed the life of sex, drugs, hard music, and a free life.  Why would<em>he</em>want her to be deciding anything?<br/><br/>Vo's expression was, as always, difficult to determine behind his protective eye coverings- yet there was a certain softness in his expression.<br/><br/>"I suspect you are better suited to the task than you might believe," Vo said, quietly. "If nothing else, you understand the seriousness of the responsibility. I think it does you credit."<br/><br/>She stared at him a moment longer, her mouth dry, a weight of unexpected, unwanted (and, she feared,<em>unwarranted)</em>responsibility upon her mind.<br/><br/>Breaking her gaze with the solemn kel-dor, she looked over the assembled team and considered the weight of their lives, trust that she knew that she hadn't earned, then sighed.  "If the Jedi and the soldier trust me, I'll make those calls," she said quietly.  She opened her mouth to say something else, but then she hesitated.  "You have until we land to decide. I need to go do that.  But Damien?" She looked at the broad-shouldered sniper.  "This is Nar-Shaddaa.  You, they'll expect to be armed.  Bring your rifle," she said before turning away and stepping out to land the<em>Chance Cube Dance</em>on the "Smuggler's Moon."<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/Female_w_Duster_and_Gun.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>The docking bay on Nar Shaddaa.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All.<br/><hr/>Rabme had, as she had said she would, left her rifle aboard the ship.  She had, however, donned her heavy coat, but as she walked down the boarding ramp the chill wind of the Vertical City lashed at her, whipping her hair and the tails of her coat behind her- and revealing a surprising amount of bare leg.  "Alright everyone.  Keep an ear to your commlinks.  Doubleclick if you see our guest, tripleclick if you're in an emergency and need help.  You know the plan- we have some time until our guest arrives, so let's go lay some groundwork."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC and Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">I cannot say how happy it makes me to look at all of the character sheets and say "yes, yes everyone has a commlink."<br/><br/>Rabme will start off casing the exterior of the Bongo and looking for certain telling signs.  How big is it?  It's in a multistory building itself, sure, but is it multiple stories or a small, sleazy hole in the wall? What kind of security are we looking at?<br/><br/>Damien, if you're going with me, I recommend casing the interior first.  Bring your rifle, see if it raises eyebrows (or causes other expressions of surprise and note for those species that don't have eyebrows).  Go in watch the dancers and enjoy the party.  Tip well, get a private dance, whatever- but the scope out the interior.<br/><br/>If I go in there now and stay until the primary show's up, we're talking like... eight hours.  That'll draw attention.  So I'll observe from outside while being sneaky.<br/><br/>'Shade, do I need to roll anything for those actions on my end?</div></div>