Ranger Archive
Thread: Urban Concealment...
Page 1 of 1
Almagill
Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:51 am
#1
Slipping silently through the backstreets of Mos Eisley, Qui'nton Blake made his way to the rendezvous.
Years of training in evading the worst that an enraged rancor, with half a dozen bone spurs stuck in its nethers, could throw at you had given the small bothan a natural grace and purpose in his movements. Using a forward roll he crossed the alleyway near the cantina. The old lady who stood on the streetcorner there and tried to pick up newcomers off the shuttle looked in his direction, squinted, rubbed her eyes and then looked away.
"Hah, even that old hag and her mind tricks cannot penetrate my stealth field" thought Qui'nton Blake. Pressing his back to the wall he sidestepped along towards the back door of the cantina. The two planetary record keepers, bothans like himself, stared in his direction, looked at each other, shrugged and went back to playing SW Top Trumps.
Quietly chortling to himself at evading the senses of his own kind Qui'nton slipped in the back door of the cantina and made for the bar. Two storm troopers were noising up a pair of travellers, Chiss they looked like. Qui'nton blended into the crowd and quietly made his way past the troopers on their blind side. The Chiss seemed to be aware of some sort of movement behind the troopers but were more concerned with explainng just why their travel documents seemed to show two humans, one older than the other...
Qui'nton found himself a quiet alcove from where he could watch the customers in the cantina. Who knows what useful nformation could be picked up in an establishment like this. He reached into the small pocket in the gold hawtpants he wore, pulled out a miniature camera and placed it on the floor beside him. From another pocket he produced a sound recording device and sat that by the camera. With his equipment now readied he adjusted the ultra thin stealth sheild that dropped like a curtain from the foil lined hat he had been supplied with by the Hutts. From Qui'nton Blake's side of the curtainit appeared totally transparent but he knew that, by using the latest technology looted from Gotal bandits, to all others in the immediate area he was completely invisible.
At the far side of the cantina the two storm troopers finished talking to the Chiss. having extracted a suitable fee for looking into 'adjusting' the travellers documentation they felt that it had been a good patrol so far. They began walking towards the alcove where Qui'nton was now concealed.
"You know, we really should tell him we can all see him sitting there"
"ROFL that. But like, let's leave it another couple of days. That's nearly a whole week he's thought he was spying on us for Jabba, lol!"
Years of training in evading the worst that an enraged rancor, with half a dozen bone spurs stuck in its nethers, could throw at you had given the small bothan a natural grace and purpose in his movements. Using a forward roll he crossed the alleyway near the cantina. The old lady who stood on the streetcorner there and tried to pick up newcomers off the shuttle looked in his direction, squinted, rubbed her eyes and then looked away.
"Hah, even that old hag and her mind tricks cannot penetrate my stealth field" thought Qui'nton Blake. Pressing his back to the wall he sidestepped along towards the back door of the cantina. The two planetary record keepers, bothans like himself, stared in his direction, looked at each other, shrugged and went back to playing SW Top Trumps.
Quietly chortling to himself at evading the senses of his own kind Qui'nton slipped in the back door of the cantina and made for the bar. Two storm troopers were noising up a pair of travellers, Chiss they looked like. Qui'nton blended into the crowd and quietly made his way past the troopers on their blind side. The Chiss seemed to be aware of some sort of movement behind the troopers but were more concerned with explainng just why their travel documents seemed to show two humans, one older than the other...
Qui'nton found himself a quiet alcove from where he could watch the customers in the cantina. Who knows what useful nformation could be picked up in an establishment like this. He reached into the small pocket in the gold hawtpants he wore, pulled out a miniature camera and placed it on the floor beside him. From another pocket he produced a sound recording device and sat that by the camera. With his equipment now readied he adjusted the ultra thin stealth sheild that dropped like a curtain from the foil lined hat he had been supplied with by the Hutts. From Qui'nton Blake's side of the curtainit appeared totally transparent but he knew that, by using the latest technology looted from Gotal bandits, to all others in the immediate area he was completely invisible.
At the far side of the cantina the two storm troopers finished talking to the Chiss. having extracted a suitable fee for looking into 'adjusting' the travellers documentation they felt that it had been a good patrol so far. They began walking towards the alcove where Qui'nton was now concealed.
"You know, we really should tell him we can all see him sitting there"
"ROFL that. But like, let's leave it another couple of days. That's nearly a whole week he's thought he was spying on us for Jabba, lol!"
Page 1 of 1