06-13-2015, 05:11 PM
Triest was still wandering aimlessly, having absolutely no clue of what they were supposed to be guarding. He stopped by each floor, gave it a gander, and then walked off again, unsure whether or not he missed this supposed artifact. It probably would have been a good idea to hand out radios to everyone beforehand, or at least, some kind of communicator, but too late now. Perhaps later?
On a few occasions, Triest actually was simply flat-out distracted by some of the exhibits. He had never been in a museum, so he got a little carried away in simply admiring everything, before reminding himself he had a job to do. Not that they were being paid, at least, he didn't know if they were, but adventure for adventure's sake! Ooo, what was this?
One floor showcased some history. Old war-tech, the rise of the empire, all that good history that told everything from the viewpoint of the victor, and not what actually happened. Not that Triest would know. A second floor was just propaganda really. Hm... where was, or even what was this artifact? He had to at least bump into Axorn or Erik at one point or another...
He eventually reached the top floor, "Something better be here."
Not too long afterwards he had arrived, Erik soon revealed himself, and then informed Triest about traps around some kind of crown. Triest went over to have a look for himself.
Blackhand's Crown, or so the sign stated. It very much looked like royalty, or at least, what some stuck-up snob would wear to raise their own self-importance around the lesser plebeians. Whether or not it held any real power was unknown, but it sure would sell for a pretty penny.
The traps were out of sight, at least if one looked in from the entrance. It wasn't as if anyone was going to get in with Erik claiming that everything was under renovations, unless they happened to be stormtroopers, but hey, that one stranger said he'd keep security off of them right? Here's hoping he followed up on his word, or they'd be in hot water in a few moments. Speaking of which, Triest had to leave his shotgun hidden away in the buggy. Security didn't take firearms too lightly. He'd have to smuggle that in later when night fell. Not like the gun was much of a stealth weapon, but if things got hairy, he might need to fire a few shells.
There was another issue of staying overnight. It didn't take a genius to figure that the thieves would attack during closing hours. Less people, less witnesses, and predictable guard patrols, not to mention the cover of darkness. Triest had that part solved, a cloaking device and hopefully a corner that didn't happen to have any scanners. Their informant should also have some kind of trick for letting them stay as well... hopefully...
Triest turned to Erik, as well as Axorn if he had arrived by the time, otherwise just Erik. "Do you have anywhere to hide for the night? They close up after a bit, but we still need eyes on the exhibit," Triest said in a hushed whisper, before pausing, "I also need to sneak in my shotgun, just in case. We hopefully won't need it."
On a few occasions, Triest actually was simply flat-out distracted by some of the exhibits. He had never been in a museum, so he got a little carried away in simply admiring everything, before reminding himself he had a job to do. Not that they were being paid, at least, he didn't know if they were, but adventure for adventure's sake! Ooo, what was this?
One floor showcased some history. Old war-tech, the rise of the empire, all that good history that told everything from the viewpoint of the victor, and not what actually happened. Not that Triest would know. A second floor was just propaganda really. Hm... where was, or even what was this artifact? He had to at least bump into Axorn or Erik at one point or another...
He eventually reached the top floor, "Something better be here."
Not too long afterwards he had arrived, Erik soon revealed himself, and then informed Triest about traps around some kind of crown. Triest went over to have a look for himself.
Blackhand's Crown, or so the sign stated. It very much looked like royalty, or at least, what some stuck-up snob would wear to raise their own self-importance around the lesser plebeians. Whether or not it held any real power was unknown, but it sure would sell for a pretty penny.
The traps were out of sight, at least if one looked in from the entrance. It wasn't as if anyone was going to get in with Erik claiming that everything was under renovations, unless they happened to be stormtroopers, but hey, that one stranger said he'd keep security off of them right? Here's hoping he followed up on his word, or they'd be in hot water in a few moments. Speaking of which, Triest had to leave his shotgun hidden away in the buggy. Security didn't take firearms too lightly. He'd have to smuggle that in later when night fell. Not like the gun was much of a stealth weapon, but if things got hairy, he might need to fire a few shells.
There was another issue of staying overnight. It didn't take a genius to figure that the thieves would attack during closing hours. Less people, less witnesses, and predictable guard patrols, not to mention the cover of darkness. Triest had that part solved, a cloaking device and hopefully a corner that didn't happen to have any scanners. Their informant should also have some kind of trick for letting them stay as well... hopefully...
Triest turned to Erik, as well as Axorn if he had arrived by the time, otherwise just Erik. "Do you have anywhere to hide for the night? They close up after a bit, but we still need eyes on the exhibit," Triest said in a hushed whisper, before pausing, "I also need to sneak in my shotgun, just in case. We hopefully won't need it."