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Re: Faster Than Light (IC, It's about time)
« Reply #15 on: September 22, 2016, 12:18:44 am »
(I won't always post the rolls, but just to demonstrate how this all goes: 50 (Charm) + 10 (Fast Talking) + 10 (bunch of scary dudes behind the captain who implies you helped kill his father, pain is bad) + 10 (any admiral is scary) - 20 (stubborn lizard brained bureaucrat) - 5 ("Oh yeah, which admiral?") = modified 55. Rolled 29. Two degrees of success.)



Toomes becomes even more pale, if that's remotely possible. He stutters out some meaningless reply, his eyes flashing frantically between the faces of everyone present, before finally regaining his composure. "I... am sorry for the loss of such a great man, Captain." He scrolls through the list intently, focusing hard on it rather than look anyone present in the eyes. "While you have my sympathy, the UTA does not always act considerately in it's requests. Surely you understand, they must do what they need to in order to keep humanity prosperous and united." He stops scrolling, and brings up a single condition on the displays.

Quote from: Warrant of Liberty, Section 8 - Conditions

672. The Iliad shall, in the course of it's voyages, dock at the port at Alturis' World, and report on any activities there.


"A small thing, Captain, to be done at your leisure. Altruis is a world near the Rim, and a place you may pass near in your travels. It has previously been a key supplier of weaponry to our regional forces during previous compliance actions, though their services have not been called on in my lifetime. The Authority feels it would be beneficial to remind them of our existence, for the sake of unity and mutual prosperity." He waves the electropen towards Mark again.

His voice lowers slightly, so that the rest of the bridge crew cannot hear him, and his tone becomes a supplicating, pitiful one, bordering on a whine. "Please. My superiors will be unhappy if I can't get some kind of agreement from you. It's an easy chore, and won't pose any risk to you or your ship. Consult with your party if you disbelieve me. They may be familiar with it, and even if not, I doubt any of them would object to a short tour of a planetary manufacturing facility. It could even prove rather lucrative if the right opportunities arise."
Gone. Cheers guys.

 

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