Produced by LogParse 1.17 on Thu Mar 11 21:12:44 1999.
This is the log of my RP test for the droid character, KL-3PO-TZ. The events of this log have no relationship to the past or future activities of any of the characters involved.
Roleplay Test Stage
This room is for roleplay testing and interviews conducted by
RPA.
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=> Gulereal
=> Kaliga
-=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
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Kaliga just looked at you.
KL-3PO-TZ
One 3PO droid looks pretty much like any other, and this one
is no exception. Its outer skin is a polished bronze color, a
dark golden shade with coppery overtones. The usual set of
yellow-orange oculars highlight its face, and the sides of its
skull sport the standard aural sensors that serve as its ears. A
height of 1.67 meters puts it squarely into the median range for
its target market, Humans. A restraining bolt has been affixed to
the control point on its chest. Humanoid arms and legs complete
the figure.
A splash of color passes under a dim street lamp a ways down
the darkened street before the 'Pestulent Squib.' A few moments'
patience rewards any watchers with the view of a well-polished
protocol droid approaching the bar. It stops to peer through the
windows a moment, then turns to regard the street. Muttering
anxiously to itself, it finally pushes open the door and steps
into the establishment.
Hidded partially by the rancid haze of the bar is a figure in
a Dark cloak. The being looks no more or less nasty than anyone
else in the establishment and it sits at a relatively conccealed
table with a drink in one hand and a long cigara in the other.
While the hood of the cloak conceals Kagila's face, when she
lifts the drink, it is clear from the lips that this being is
female.. or a very unusual male.
Standing near one end of the bar is a large canine type
figure. His robes, blood red in color, seem to be the wrong type
of clothing for this dark enivroment as one might call him
a...lamp. The canines head turns from side to side as he bares
his teeth, growling slightly to himself. A small shooter with a
matching straw sit on the bar before him.
Clearly sent in search of someone, or some thing, the droid
meanders its way around the bar, peeking into every dark corner
and hidden crevice. It pauses briefly before the figure with the
cigara, then continues around the bar to stop before the red-
cloaked fellow. "Excuse me, Sir," it says, "Have you seen Mr.
Dillon here this evening?"
Gulereal just looked at you.
Before you is the hulking figure of Gulereal. Standing near 7
feet in height, Gulereal seems to be a cross between somesort of
Wolf and a Human. His head is that of a wolf, though it is
covered in a metallic mask of sorts..one which looks to be
crafted onto his face and not removeable. Two eyes stare out from
the mask, though one is dark red and the other is pale blue. When
he smiles or opens his mouth, white jagged teeth can be seen
amongst the metal. Protruding from two holes at the top of the
mask are pointed wolf ears. The mask seems to end at the junction
where his head meets his neck. His face seems to hold a stone
cold look..a look of someone who cares only for himself and the
people he calls..friends.
Gulereal is wearing red robes, which seem to hang off his
body, hiding whatever lies beneath them. The hood of the robes
has been pulled down and is pooled around the back of his neck.
His hands, obviously human, are covered by black gloves and seem
to disappear amongst the robes every once and awhile. When he
walks, two large paws can be seen, each housing a set of claws
that don't seem to be retractable. Around his waist, holding the
robe closer to his body is a black sash.
-=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
=> ZCF Grenade Launcher
=> Naval Datapad
=> Light Armor <Worn>
=> MX Heavy Blaster Pistol
The massive canine turns it's head towards the droid, his
masked face slowly looking down and then back up. He pauses for a
moment before grunting loudly, "What would a droid like you want
with Dillon?" His voice is almost monotone.
Her hidden eyes trail towards the bar, and on the red robed
canine. Kagila's lips, as red as rubies, quirk into a smile, and
she watches in amusement for a moment. Perhaps the canine will
find the droid annoying. She takes another sip of her drink and
watches the proceedings.
"I am Master Ullo's translator," the droid replies with a
stiff mechanical bow. "Surely you remember me? I was present at
your last interview with my Illustrious Master." It turns to scan
the door as another being enters, but quickly returns its
attention to Gulereal. "Master Ullo sent me to find Mr. Dillon
and I've been looking all over the neighborhood!" It waits,
hopeful the masked being will be able to offer news of Dillon's
whereabouts.
Gulereal shrugs his massive shoulders, "A droid is of little
concern to myself. You can not make credits, therefore you are
unimporant. Now, leave me as I have...business matters to
conduct."
Kaliga scratches her chin and turns her eyes to a rickety wait
droid that appears to be on its last legs.. er wheels. It
trundles along squeekily and says in a grated voice, "Drrrii..
dri.. nnn.nk.. Madaaaam?" Kagila waves her han, motioning to the
droid that she doesn;t want anyting. With A Hiss of hydraulicks,
a sputter and a spark the droid moves away.
Golden electronic eyes gaze upwards at the tall figure a
moment. "Perhaps I can not earn credits, kind Sir, but I can
still provide them." The droid extends its left hand, revealing a
credit chit of indeterminate value clutched tightly between thumb
and forefinger. "Master Ullo has taught me that information often
flows more freely when credits are available to lubricate the
gears, so to speak."
Gulereal turns his head towards the Credit Chit, grunting
which sounds almost like a chuckle, "I am afraid it will take
more then that." With that, the Canine shoves off from the bar,
beginning to head towards the cloaked figure who just waved off a
droid.
Kaliga dusts her cloak off in almost a vain manner as she
notes the canine /finally/ approaching. She leans back in her
chair and a smug smile passes over her lips. When the canine is
close enough, she speaks in almost a purring, feline like voice,
"A little droid problem there, My Friend?"
The droid begins to follow the man across the floor but only
takes two steps before having second thoughts about this course
of action. "Not a very helpful fellow," it mutters softly to
itself. "Now, where else might Mr. Dillon have got to?" It makes
another pass around the place, reassuring itself that Dillon
hadn't sneaked in during the fruitless conversation with the red-
garbed canine.
Gulereal nods his head towards the cloaked figure, "I
am...was." He bares his teeth in a Canine smile. He makes a faint
gesture towards a seat, "MIght I sit?"
Kaliga motions smoothly to a chair across from her "Please"
Kaliga's eyes drift to the protocol Droid, "Nice droid. I';m sure
he'd fetch quite a price, this place is awfulyl dangerous for
droids.." she rubs her chin and smiles some more, shrugging. "But
that is not why you're here. What news do you bring on the
shipments, my men are getting somewha.. anxious.. to get some
action."
Gulereal grunts at Kaliga as he withdraws a small datapad,
"This is the information on the ships for the Hutt, but you will
not get them until I receive my share."
After no small amount of internal dithering, the protocol
droid parks itself in an unobtrusive spot near the door to wait,
still hopeful Dillon will make an appearance. It doesn't take
long for it to begin idly sifting through the multiple and varied
conversations taking place around it, and it quickly picks up the
word 'Hutt' coming from the canine it had talked to earlier.
Without moving, it focuses some of its processing attention to
that section of the bar, curiosity quickly mounting within its
metal mind.
Kagila
A long, black cloak conceals the form of this 5'11 tall
humanoid. The face is covered by a hood, a light blue glow
penetrates the darkness beneath, shining like an ominous beacon
of death. The light accentuates the outlines of a trio of scars
and disappears into the darkness. Occasionally gloved hands can
me seen at the ends of arms dressed in a shirt as black as the
cloak. When the cloak is pulled aside by a bystander, a breeze or
the being concealed within the garment, the hilt of an ornate and
deadly vibroknife glints, reflecting the blue from the eye and
the lights around. The figure moves with the grace of a predator,
watching every being carefully and with a clinically chilling
gaze but it otherwise minds its own business.
-=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Protective Vest <Worn>
=> DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
=> Vibro-Knife
Kaliga reaches a slender hand towards the pad, "Oh, Come now,
you know you can trust me. You won't get anything until I see
that you are not just pulling my leg." she smirks and angles her
head down so Gul can see her intense, blue eyes, "Not that you'd
get very far if you tried, hmm?" she pulls a small pouch from her
belt and places it on the table, but keeping her hand on it,
"2,000 here."
Gulereal grunts at Kaliga, "That is /less/ then what we
agreeded. My price is now twice as much." He bares his teeth once
more, "And you can never trust one of your class."
Well, no wonder he wasn't interested in my paltry 50 credit
chit! But what kind of information of Master Ullo's ships could
be worth selling for such a sum as this? The droid shoves its
original task aside to devote itself to listening to this most
interesting of conversations. It remains motionless near the
door, moving only when a very large and extremely drunken patron
staggers into it on his own way out into the street.
Raising her cloaked head up for a moment, Kaliga surveys those
around her, giving a quiet nod to someone.. or something.. in the
corner, "3000." She says in a firm voice, placing another small
pouch next to the first, "And ten vials of the spice to do what
you wish with."
Gulereal grunts once more as he looks at Kaliga, "I want 4000
and the spice." He keeps his hand on the datapad, "And then you
can have the shipping lane routes."
Oh, dear! Master Ullo won't like this news at all! The droid
ponders this tidbit, musing over the safest way to inform the
cranky Hutt of new competition in the local spice trade. And
someone is spying on the ships, as well? This puts the golden
droid into a real bind. Head back to report to its master now, or
wait to hear the rest of the conversation? The droid decides to
wait, in hopes it can fulfill both goals-finding Dillon, and
satisfying its own curiosity about this deal concerning its
Master's ships.
Kaliga narrows her eyes and moves her hand closer to the
datapad, and Gulereal's hand, "3500, 11 vials and guaranteed
employment in my operation should you require it in the future."
She seems to not want to budge from this, "The spice can sell for
1000 a vial, you're aware."
Gulereal growls slightly and nods, holding out his other hand,
"The stuff please, and then you mave have the datapad."
The human female pushes the bags towards Gul and smiles an
evil smile, "I assure you that you shall recieve the vials as
soon as we sieze the ship,ment, and not before. Your continued
loyalty to us is flattering." she pulls out a small fial and
rolls it across the table, "Here, a token of my appreication,
from a previous raid.. and an extra."
Gulereal nods his head as he pushs the datapad forward,
scooping up the credits and the vial. He grunts, "I shall expect
those vials."
Ah, the deal is made, and it's for a future attack! And no
sign of Dillon in his favorite haunt, either, drat the man. No
matter! Surely Master Ullo will be mollified when I bring him
this news of a plot against him.
The droid anxiously awaits the next customer to enter the
dimly-lit bar, then uses the opportunity to slip through the door
and into the street, making a bee-line for the Hutt's
headquarters. The coppery figure disappears into the shadows of
the nearest alley.
Apparently Active Players
Gulereal, Kaliga, KL-3PO-TZ
Player Summary
Alfoxden, Gulereal, Hawke, Kaliga, Morganna, Webb
Runtime: 2.52 CPU seconds