Rogue Squadron Mafia Game Thread

Lynch Count
1 - No Lynch (Athlai)

 

Day 1 will end when I finish work, roughly 2:30AM AEST.

 

A No Lynch has been enforced. It is now Night One.

 

Two orders in so far, remember that if you want to do nothing to let me know.

 

I'll be back in about an hour or so to start the next day.

 

Corran leaned on the bar and drank more of the ale. Realizing he was not in a good position, he started to look around and assess the threats suggested by the cantina's patrons. Dozens and dozens of criminal profiles flitted through his brain. He classified people based on their species, the amount of interest they showed in him, and the kind of hunches he got when he looked at them. The people inside seven meters provided him with two definite class-one threats, a half-dozen class-two threats, and one Gamorrean who appeared scared enough that Corran tried to attach the face to any warrants that had been outstanding when he'd been in CorSec. He came up blank, then started on the booths along the wall to the left.

What? Corran blinked his eyes and shook his head, then took another look. Through the swirling smoke, he found himself facing a tall, slender figure in a cloak and hood. He looked away, then back for a second time. The individual to whom the suspect was speaking stood, eclipsing Corran's view of his target. In doing so the figure also managed to destroy Corran's interest in the cloaked man, because despite the dim light and the thick smoke, he knew in his gut that he had seen enough to confirm him as an Imperial agent.

Corran set his ale down and began to move around the bar towards the exit. He is an Imperial agent! I have to get to...

He slammed into a large Trandoshan and rebounded from the reptilian's chest. Someone clapped a hand on Corran's right shoulder and he felt the muzzle of a blaster jam into his ribs. Another man closed in on the left, pinning him against the man with the blaster. "You're going nowhere, pal."

Corran looked to his right and couldn't recognize the man holding the gun on him. What he did notice about the gunman was that he had a comlink clipped to the lapel of his jacket and a small lead to an earphone in his left ear. As Corran looked back to the left to see if his accomplice was similarly equipped he saw the cloaked figure heading towards him, blaster drawn. A final flash of light would be all that Corran would see, and fear for his friends the last of his emotions.


BoyBlunder is dead. He was Corran Horn, Rogue Nine.

It is now Day 2. PMs incoming.

 

Furball has joined the game.

 

All PMs sent.

 

I'm in if you need a replacement for Cribb.