A meeting of minds.Date Time Location Info wrote:Date: Day 0
Time: 1900 hours
Location: Croc’s, Level 13, Center, Phase World, Corkscrew Galaxy.
Weather: 60 degrees, Mildly smoggy.
A few weeks pass, and the Galactic rogues busy themselves with learning new spells, or looking into their own affairs. The items ordered by the group through the Merchant of Death Formin arrive and are picked up by the owners. All in all it’s surprisingly peaceful, and boring.
The group not having a residence is split among a few locations, with Az Rael and Quince staying on the ship, Pertinax in his dilapidated apartment, and Mungo and Bryke in the mysterious Blackstone Tower. While day to day communication between the members of the Galactic Rogues is spotty, everyone has a general idea of the other’s locations and when a summons to Croc’s happens, it is the first time the group has been fully together in the past three weeks.
The nightclub is busy, with music blaring and folk dancing. The three bars are packed, as are the seats along the edges. The fight cages are active, with cyber-enhanced pit fighters duking it out for the blood thirsty masses. None of this is important to the Galactic Rogues because as soon as they’re visible to the cameras adorning the building, they are instructed via a radio message to enter through the back door. There they are met by one of Croc’s servants, a thin elf male in a dark robe.
The Servant leads the Rogues through the back passages and into Croc’s private domain. The servant leaves the group at a series of couches, rugs, and pillows, to wait for his master to arrive. A tray of various drinks sits on a trolly nearby. Back in Croc’s Lair, the sounds of the club are all but unhearable, whether by technology or magic, one couldn’t say, but it sure does seem private. Croc arrives several minutes later, dressed in a coarse looking sarong, and enough jewelry to make a level one noble jealous. Croc approaches the trolly and selects a tumbler of some amber liquid, before sitting down on a pile of plush pillows.
”So I have received some news, and I figured you might want to hear it.” Croc says his voice a deep gravelly sound. ”My folks have confirmed that the Raggedy Man is in his lair, and hasn’t left for several days.” The crocodilian crime boss says, before sipping his drink.
What are your Intentions?