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<blockquote data-quote="Celebrim" data-source="post: 9213109" data-attributes="member: 4937"><p>Session #51 - We talk about fight club</p><p></p><p>The hunters still remain lost trying to find one person in a city of 201 billion. Maybe they will get their bearings.</p><p></p><p>With too many leads to follow, the Hunters decided to scout out the pit fighting arena run by the Chivalrous Gentlebeings Association that the too helpful information broker had put them onto. </p><p></p><p>The hunters arrived at the Citywide Pugilism Social Club in the Strata arcology, a slightly run down area of the city which was clearly less human dominated than most of the areas they had been in. They purchased discounted tickets for the 11 fights slated for that evening, only to have the security beg them to not go inside so heavily armed as it would attract unwanted attention and make security nervous. Surprisingly, the hunters agreed, finding a nearby storage rental where they could deposit their heavier gear, opting for a few concealable more weapons than their usual array of military blaster rifles, portable ion cannons, and grenades. The friendly Bothan security agent was so pleased to have cooperative guests that he waved them back through the waiting lines when they returned - presumably on the theory that it pays to be nice to heavily armed killers that aren't apparently unfriendly. Inside theYuzzemy found a large but slightly shabby establishment that was cutting corners on most things but security. One of the hunters got out their bounty puck and tried to see if the acquisition was nearby, but there was no genetic trace of Dr. Raptis - security did pick up on the act though and apparently was holding a conversation about it.</p><p></p><p>The hunters checked out the stadium and its layout, trying not to be too conspicuous they sat and watched the first fight of the evening - a combat between two cybernetically enhanced wookies that ended in one ripping the metal arm of the other right off and beating him with it. The hunters agreed that they understood why the six thousand screaming and often intoxicated fans enjoyed the spectacle but couldn't figure out how to make progress. They decided to leave and wander around the outside of the stadium, hoping to find back entrances and figure out how to enter the areas not open to the public. Unfortunately, not being familiar with the layout of eucumenopolises generally and this archology in particular, they soon got lost down back alley residential areas where berths and boxes were rented as living quarters by the month. Their foreign species and wealthier clothing marked them as strangers to this area, and without the bristling heavy weaponry they usually wear local toughs were not warned away from them. A group of five thuggish looking aliens decided to shake down the strangers from upper levels clearly lost and where they weren't supposed to be.</p><p></p><p>This often goes very badly for local toughs, but the hunters were mostly bemused and with a bit of bargaining and a willingness to part with 50 credits managed to win a certain regard from the local toughs who turned out to be fighters from a small stable nearby, of much lower stature and prestige than the sector champions and contenders whom they'd just witnessed. They also knew the area well enough to describe how fighters were loaded and unloaded into locker rooms behind the fighting pit using two large industrial service turbolifts located behind the stadium. The turbolifts only allowed egress with the cooperation of the commercial leasers adjacent to them and were used as vertical roads to allow deliveries between the lower levels and the docking platforms a kilometer and a half above them. The street toughs and the hunters departed on good terms, with the toughs going off to buy a round of drinks with the credits they had earned.</p><p></p><p>The hunters then decided to look in on the local stable, the Obsidian Orchid Gymasium, which was owned and managed by an elderly one eyed, one armed Yuzzem who offered to train the Togorian hunter and the Togruta as pit fighters. After acquiring about fees, the hunters made inquiries only to discover that the stable did not train cybernetic fighters owing to the high cost of competing in that class. The old Yuzzem explained that cybernetic fighters usually came from stables with very wealthy patrons, able to afford the sometimes hundreds of thousands of credits of enhancements and years of surgery and healing cycles necessary to compete in that category. They did however learn of a nearby chop shop "Moise's Jacks" where they might learn more. </p><p></p><p>However, "Moise's Jacks" was closed for the evening, so they returned to the fight club to watch the remainder of the evening's entertainment - a brutal lineup of fights between massive droids, feline aliens with punch knives and other exotic bloodsports. The hunters enjoyed themselves and agree the fighters were of quite high skill, and worried that they would almost certainly have to go through one or more such fighters to try to find their acquisition. </p><p></p><p>In the morning there was a bit of a lull in the investigation and tired of eating ship's supplies decided to go to a local highly recommended breakfast place that would serve their varied diets. On the way, they were accosted by another tout, "Honest Kal", who after discussing with and talking them up for a while them offered to take them to a place where they could buy illegal military grade cybernetic weaponry. However, just as they were about to close on the deal, something panicked the tout who remembered suddenly had had another appointment and said he would catch them again later, before backpedaling and fleeing in the crowds. The Rodian hunter with his background in law enforcement and knowledge of the criminal classes surmised that another tout had signaled "Honest Kal" that in some way these were poor choices of marks, but looking around quickly couldn't determine who had made the signal or why. The hunters were left puzzled as to what hand gesture the tout might have received, and whether it was likely that in such a large city the touts were so organized as to know they were employing another tout. Something didn't add up, but they couldn't figure out what it was.</p><p></p><p>Later that morning the hunters interviewed "Old Moise" of Moise's Jacks, a human with a large glowing red cybernetic monocle and a cybernetic surgical arm. "Old Moise" proved very knowledgeable about cybernetics but was not able to provide any information about "Mr. Chop" - though he heard of him and knew that he was a dangerous man to cross. The hunters soon discovered that the canny old man had surmised they were bounty hunters from the moment they had walked in (bristling with weaponry having previously recovered their heavy weapons from the rented storage locker), and that he was sympathetic to their cause as "Mr. Chop" was the vile sort that in his eyes gave the entire industry a bad name. But he explained that in this neighborhood, there just wasn't the money or the demand for high end military grade enhancements and that most of his work was in cyberjacks and replacement limbs for beings that had lost theirs in industrial accidents. The hunters did learn that his knowledge of "Mr. Chop" came from a conversation with a friend of his named "Ed" who ran a chop shop one arcology over on Long Street.</p><p></p><p>The hunters then moved up to Edvar Deeks shop on "Long Street" who proved to be a Duros with a somewhat larger and more respectable shop, with several employees. Deeks denied everything but was a terrible liar.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Celebrim, post: 9213109, member: 4937"] Session #51 - We talk about fight club The hunters still remain lost trying to find one person in a city of 201 billion. Maybe they will get their bearings. With too many leads to follow, the Hunters decided to scout out the pit fighting arena run by the Chivalrous Gentlebeings Association that the too helpful information broker had put them onto. The hunters arrived at the Citywide Pugilism Social Club in the Strata arcology, a slightly run down area of the city which was clearly less human dominated than most of the areas they had been in. They purchased discounted tickets for the 11 fights slated for that evening, only to have the security beg them to not go inside so heavily armed as it would attract unwanted attention and make security nervous. Surprisingly, the hunters agreed, finding a nearby storage rental where they could deposit their heavier gear, opting for a few concealable more weapons than their usual array of military blaster rifles, portable ion cannons, and grenades. The friendly Bothan security agent was so pleased to have cooperative guests that he waved them back through the waiting lines when they returned - presumably on the theory that it pays to be nice to heavily armed killers that aren't apparently unfriendly. Inside theYuzzemy found a large but slightly shabby establishment that was cutting corners on most things but security. One of the hunters got out their bounty puck and tried to see if the acquisition was nearby, but there was no genetic trace of Dr. Raptis - security did pick up on the act though and apparently was holding a conversation about it. The hunters checked out the stadium and its layout, trying not to be too conspicuous they sat and watched the first fight of the evening - a combat between two cybernetically enhanced wookies that ended in one ripping the metal arm of the other right off and beating him with it. The hunters agreed that they understood why the six thousand screaming and often intoxicated fans enjoyed the spectacle but couldn't figure out how to make progress. They decided to leave and wander around the outside of the stadium, hoping to find back entrances and figure out how to enter the areas not open to the public. Unfortunately, not being familiar with the layout of eucumenopolises generally and this archology in particular, they soon got lost down back alley residential areas where berths and boxes were rented as living quarters by the month. Their foreign species and wealthier clothing marked them as strangers to this area, and without the bristling heavy weaponry they usually wear local toughs were not warned away from them. A group of five thuggish looking aliens decided to shake down the strangers from upper levels clearly lost and where they weren't supposed to be. This often goes very badly for local toughs, but the hunters were mostly bemused and with a bit of bargaining and a willingness to part with 50 credits managed to win a certain regard from the local toughs who turned out to be fighters from a small stable nearby, of much lower stature and prestige than the sector champions and contenders whom they'd just witnessed. They also knew the area well enough to describe how fighters were loaded and unloaded into locker rooms behind the fighting pit using two large industrial service turbolifts located behind the stadium. The turbolifts only allowed egress with the cooperation of the commercial leasers adjacent to them and were used as vertical roads to allow deliveries between the lower levels and the docking platforms a kilometer and a half above them. The street toughs and the hunters departed on good terms, with the toughs going off to buy a round of drinks with the credits they had earned. The hunters then decided to look in on the local stable, the Obsidian Orchid Gymasium, which was owned and managed by an elderly one eyed, one armed Yuzzem who offered to train the Togorian hunter and the Togruta as pit fighters. After acquiring about fees, the hunters made inquiries only to discover that the stable did not train cybernetic fighters owing to the high cost of competing in that class. The old Yuzzem explained that cybernetic fighters usually came from stables with very wealthy patrons, able to afford the sometimes hundreds of thousands of credits of enhancements and years of surgery and healing cycles necessary to compete in that category. They did however learn of a nearby chop shop "Moise's Jacks" where they might learn more. However, "Moise's Jacks" was closed for the evening, so they returned to the fight club to watch the remainder of the evening's entertainment - a brutal lineup of fights between massive droids, feline aliens with punch knives and other exotic bloodsports. The hunters enjoyed themselves and agree the fighters were of quite high skill, and worried that they would almost certainly have to go through one or more such fighters to try to find their acquisition. In the morning there was a bit of a lull in the investigation and tired of eating ship's supplies decided to go to a local highly recommended breakfast place that would serve their varied diets. On the way, they were accosted by another tout, "Honest Kal", who after discussing with and talking them up for a while them offered to take them to a place where they could buy illegal military grade cybernetic weaponry. However, just as they were about to close on the deal, something panicked the tout who remembered suddenly had had another appointment and said he would catch them again later, before backpedaling and fleeing in the crowds. The Rodian hunter with his background in law enforcement and knowledge of the criminal classes surmised that another tout had signaled "Honest Kal" that in some way these were poor choices of marks, but looking around quickly couldn't determine who had made the signal or why. The hunters were left puzzled as to what hand gesture the tout might have received, and whether it was likely that in such a large city the touts were so organized as to know they were employing another tout. Something didn't add up, but they couldn't figure out what it was. Later that morning the hunters interviewed "Old Moise" of Moise's Jacks, a human with a large glowing red cybernetic monocle and a cybernetic surgical arm. "Old Moise" proved very knowledgeable about cybernetics but was not able to provide any information about "Mr. Chop" - though he heard of him and knew that he was a dangerous man to cross. The hunters soon discovered that the canny old man had surmised they were bounty hunters from the moment they had walked in (bristling with weaponry having previously recovered their heavy weapons from the rented storage locker), and that he was sympathetic to their cause as "Mr. Chop" was the vile sort that in his eyes gave the entire industry a bad name. But he explained that in this neighborhood, there just wasn't the money or the demand for high end military grade enhancements and that most of his work was in cyberjacks and replacement limbs for beings that had lost theirs in industrial accidents. The hunters did learn that his knowledge of "Mr. Chop" came from a conversation with a friend of his named "Ed" who ran a chop shop one arcology over on Long Street. The hunters then moved up to Edvar Deeks shop on "Long Street" who proved to be a Duros with a somewhat larger and more respectable shop, with several employees. Deeks denied everything but was a terrible liar. [/QUOTE]
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