[Game On] SW:SE Dawn of Defiance - Group 2

delroland

PART I: PRELUDE TO DEFIANCE

Seemingly motionless among a sea of starships and satellites above the twinkling world of Brentaal, Sel Zonn Station grows larger in your view every second. A central pylon forms the bulk of the station's mass, and three landing platforms leading to docking bays extend from the central section, equidistant from one another and jutting out into space. The dorsal side of the station features a disc-shaped secondary structure, on top of which blinking lights indicate the presence of a landing platform reserved for wealthy patrons.

Infidel

Vii'let takes the injured women as she slumps into her arms. Krema steps before them as she leads the women away from the stormtroopers, looking for some cover to set her down by.

Spoiler:

Initiative (1d20+8=17)

Move (+ more if necessary) action to help the woman behind a crate or some such.

Litejedi

On his turn, Dennow will do the following:

As a full-round action, he will try to talk down the stormtroopers.
"Good soldiers, no further violence is necessary. There are many people on this promenade, and I'm sure your superiors don't want needless bloodshed in the name of our new, glorious Empire. Let us discuss this situation like reasonable people, and nobody else needs to be hurt."

jimninja

Dossa draws his carbine quietly and says nothing: he is no fan of the boysenwhitee, and even if he were, the Stormtrooper Corps is a xenophobic organization, and the Gungan people not their favorite in the galaxy. Secretly, he hopes they'll try something.

Spoiler:

Initiative (1d20+7=26)

Ready a standard action to attack a stormtrooper who attacks Dennow, Darrin, or Ko (or the woman)

edit: or the lady, I guess. Let's just gun them the hell down.

delroland

Krema Metyr, anxious to avoid a fight, tries to reason with the Imperial stormtroopers, ready to press the attack should the need for defense arise. His hopes are dashed, however, when one of the unknown strangers pulls out a hold-out blaster and shoots at the injured woman! Had it been a clean shot, the woman would clearly be dead now, but the Jedi's presence blocks the aim of the would-be assassin, and the shot sails harmlessly into a bulkhead, creating a shower of sparks.

Spoiler:

Stranger 1: Draw pistol (move), Shoot injured woman (standard): 1d20+1=11, -5 for firing into melee, miss!

That would make it 1N-N5's turn. Odds are the stormtroopers aren't going to react well to anyone now that blasters have been fired.

INeedNoSalt

With a very low whir, 1N-N5's dual carbines swing into action! Blasterfire fills the air!

"Exclamation: Blast!" he shouts in monotone after the barrage strikes entirely into the area surrounding the Strangers.

Spoiler:

Two attacks! (1d20+1=4, 1d20+1=11)

Litejedi

Well, that's good...

Okay, so I'm going to change my action to, drawing my blaster, moving one step "north" and making an attack roll at the other human, who *hasn't* made an attack yet. I will be attacking to suppress his attack.. The good doctor, being fairly bad with weapons, misses.

He'll also call out, "Bring that woman to me quickly, so I can help her!" to the two figures near her.

Infidel

Vii'let shouts "Come on!" and darts across the promenade with the injured stranger in tow.

Spoiler:

I'll use my move to help lead the woman to the other side of Dennow (that's the cantina entrance right?) so that he can help and also give the woman some cover. I'll use my standard action as Fighting Defensively (+10 reflex defense, taking no attacks)

Horseshoe

Darrin, still a bit groggy from drinking a bit much of his "special formula" the night before, pulled his dark goggles back up to his forehead... troopers to one side, assassins to the other, and once again, he and his friends caught in the middle. It was no good being in the middle of a firefight, might as well have the odds on his side!

With any luck, the two assassins to the right might have a bounty on their heads... and maybe the woman did, too. Finally, a chance to be real bounty hunters! He put himself low to the ground and crept behind a nearby canister, unshouldering his rifle and taking aim.

Spoiler:

Assuming that the troopers and assassins are more focused on their target, Darrin moves in stealth to get cover from the two assassins and avoid notice of they or the stormtroopers, one square up and one square right. He draws his blaster rifle.

Stealth: Stealth (1d20+8=12)

jimninja

Dossa cursed in slippery Gunganese. Of course the damn meckaneek had started shooting up the place. You couldn't depend on one to do anything but. Oh well... now that it had started, it was highly unlikely that it was going to end peacefully, and of the three parties involved in the fight, his was the one he had the most interest in.

He dove past the doctor, putting himself between Dennow and harm (that money the good Doctor had mentioned was a wonderful spur to action), and laid a burst of blaster fire across the two hooded strangers. There was a cry of pain, but he wasn't looking: he had turned his attention back to the boysenwhitee. What were they doing?

Spoiler:

Blaster carbine attack and damage (1d20+2=21, 3d8=12)

move: one up, two left

delroland

The second stranger, not having a clear shot on his intended target, squeezes off a quick shot at Vii'let. Distracted by the hail of blaster fire shot off by the combat droid, however, he does not have time to properly aim and harmlessly misses.

Taking up a better defensive position, Dossa Beebo fires some rounds towards the would be assassins, and one shot hits its mark. Fatally wounded, the stranger emits a cry of pain, clutching at the smoking hole in his chest before collapsing to the ground.

With blasters seemingly going off everywhere, the stormtroopers respond in the way they know how, "You're under arrest! Blast them!" Only two of them get shots off before the whole squad is thrown through the air like so many rag dolls.

Under the firefight, Vii'let manages to usher the woman to relative safety just inside the cantina doors. The woman, through the pain, says, "Thank you, I'm Maya."

Spoiler:

Stranger 1 draws a hold-out blaster (move), attacks Krema Metyr (standard): 1d20-4=-1, miss!
Stormtrooper aims at Dr. Dennow Beyon (2 swift), attacks (standard): 1d20+2=10, miss!
Stormtrooper aims at 1N-N5 (2 swift), attacks (standard): 1d20+2=15, miss!
Krema Metyr fucks all sorts of shit up, and stormtroopers die.
Vii'let (delay) fights defensively (standard), moves inside cantina (move).
Maya moves towards cantina (move), moves inside cantina (standard).

Vii'let now acts on initiative count 1.

Stranger 1: 0/7 hp, damage exceeds threshold, dies.
Stormtrooper 1: 0/6 hp, damage exceeds threshold, dies.
Stormtrooper 2: 0/6 hp, damage exceeds threshold, dies.
Stormtrooper 3: 0/6 hp, damage exceeds threshold, dies.
Stormtrooper 4: 0/6 hp, damage exceeds threshold, dies.

jimninja

Dossa was hardly surprised at the stormtroopers' reactions; he responded in kind. "Boopjak!" he screamed at the troopers, firing wildly to the east. "Yousa no haven keeclumbsee!"

Spoiler:

Carbine attack and damage (1d20+2=10, 3d8=13)

Anthrax! Please.

"Awwww fuck," is the only thing that Ko says.

He aims at one of the storm-troopers and fires.

Spoiler:

Two Swift Actions: Aim
Standard Action: Firing on any uninjured ST by the time my initiative passes at 11. (1d20+5=9)

Wow I missed anyhoo.

INeedNoSalt

1N-N5 continues to spray bursts of blaster fire about the promenade, sending sparks and smoke into the air. He still has trouble landing any of his shots.

"Exclamation: Ah! These are just warning shots! Surrender now, imperial scum!"

...

"Addendum: I am now activating targetting computers!"

Spoiler:

12/10, two attacks at Any Standing Stormie (1d20+1=10, 1d20+1=5) at initiative 16

delroland

Spoiler:

Wow, um, that's a lot of dead stormtroopers. That was a readied action that went off on count 8 of the previous round. It's Dr. Beyon's turn, btw, and we'll assume the other attacks in this round were against the last assassin. They were not high enough to hit.

Also, being that there is only one enemy left on the map, and he is not long for this world, I'm not going to rework the map.

Finally, since stormtrooper 4 was killed before his action, 1N-N5 did not take the 13 damage. I will edit the post accordingly.

Litejedi

Dennow will attempt to perform First Aid on Maya, using one of his two medpacs.

Spoiler:

Dennow succeeds, and with a 19, Maya heals her character level +4 hit points.

"There, that should patch you up, but stay down, I don't want you getting hit by another blaster shot," he says, as he gives Krema a hard look, and then says something in Ithorese.

Spoiler:

Send me a PM if you speak Ithorese, and I'll say what it was.

Infidel

Vii'let aids the Ithorian as he dresses the wound, trying to determine if it was a blaster wound or another source that caused it. An abrupt flow of emotion comes over her and she realizes it is her connection with Krema. Elation, power, strength. It is a brief herald to the disturbance in the Force that blasts the Stormtroopers. Vii'let turns to glance at Krema and frowns in concern.

Turning her eye to Maya, she asks "Why is everyone trying to kill you?"

Spoiler:

Using the Force she will Sense Deception (1d20+6=21)

delroland

The final assassin paused for but a moment behind the cover of crates, not expecting to be asked such a question in the middle of a firefight. "I want you to die for the traitor you are, Jedi scum!"

Popping out from cover, the would-be killer took quick aim and fired off one last shot at the shaken Jedi. The bolt of plasma sheared across Krema's right leg, scorching flesh and shooting fiery pain through him.

Pausing a moment too long to relish his deed, the villain suffers the ultimate consequence as a quick shot from Dossa Beebo's blaster catches him in the face.

Spoiler:

Stranger 2 aims at Krema Metyr (2 swift), attacks: 1d20+1=18, hit! 3d8=16 damage, exceeds threshold: -1 condition step.

Horseshoe

From the corner of his eye, Darrin had seen Krema's movement, and heard the groans and clatters of troopers hitting the floor... but he felt what had happened even before his eyes and ears had brought it to him.

He maintained his aim on the last assassin standing. Kark! My Zeison Sha masters back home could pull some pretty nasty tricks... but even just a kid trained as a Jedi... damn if that ain't something different entirely!

The temptation was there... it was a trick he'd done over and over again on the fringes to the weak-minded. All he'd have to do was say "I think you should drop your weapon and talk to us, we won't harm you" and the fella would do just as he said like it was his own idea.

No... I'm not going to let those Jedi runts know I can feel what they're doing... gotta maintain the advantage.

Ash shifted his grip on the rifle, waiting to see what might happen next.

delroland

Maya seems a little better off, but Dr. Beyon knows that the blaster wound to her stomach will need proper surgery or bacta treatment before she fully recovers.

She sits up from the ministrations of the doctor. "Please, help me up. We must leave; more soldiers could be here any minute! I know a safe place we can hide..."

Spoiler:

Maya has a persistent -10 condition that can only be removed through surgery or with bacta, though she is still able to walk with assistance. Her suggestion sounds like a really good idea.

Litejedi

"Unless your hiding place has surgical tools, you won't be getting very far the way you are." He glances at the wound on Krema's leg. "Maybe at least that will teach you some sense, foolish boy." He helps Maya up, and waits for her direction.

jimninja

After the final shot is fired, Dossa turns to the rest of the group. Normally, he would investigate the bodies and grab anything useful before running like all hell, but that last shot had caught the boy right in the face; he isn't prepared to go see his handiwork. Wild Kaadu in the swamps are one thing, and people are another, especially when burned beyond recogition. He listens to what the woman says to Dr. Beyon. "Wesa musten get outta here! Wes followen the lady!"

He glances over at the fallen stormtroopers, and quietly mutters, "Theysa hadden bad manners. Moole hatin' boysenwhitee."

Horseshoe

Darrin shoulders his rifle and scampers over to the fallen strangers, appearing to check them for signs of life while furtively searching their persons for anything valuable. A bit ghoulish, but a life on the fringe of the galaxy didn't allow for ceremony in such a situation.

He whistled in recognition of the well placed blaster shots. "Karking hell, Dossa... right in the face? That's cold!"

His eyes darted around as his hands moved quickly. The Gungan was right, even if not very articulate... they needed to get out of there before more troopers arrived.

Spoiler:

If Darrin can get a stealth or deception check to avoid notice that he is searching the bodies, you can roll that for me delro (can't access invisible castle from here)

Infidel

After being readily apparent they should be going now, Vii'let helps Maya to her feet and assists her walking.

"Let's get going?" she pleads to her companions. Once again she looks to Krema. Are you ok? His response comes quickly and short. Just a graze, I'm fine. Not quite what she meant.

jimninja

Dossa hears Darrin over by the strangers' bodies, but is not watching: he has moved quickly over to the stormtroopers, "liberating" one of their belts. The boysenwhitee, say what you will about them, have the best toys.

"Dossa not only besta coobashoota in da al'round, mesa lucky to boot!" he calls over his shoulder to Darrin. "Daysa couldn'ta lasten dee minuteses !"

INeedNoSalt

With a tired groan, the guns on 1N-N5's shoulders slip back down, lock into place. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have eyes to glare with. He doesn't even care; if the reckless child has Gotten Some Attention, it can only be a good thing.

delroland

Leading the way with the Ithorian at her side, Maya heads through a maintenance door towards the fringe parts of the station. The further you get from the Promenade, the less well maintained everything becomes. Lacking the spit and polish of the main portions of the stations, everything is a mess, with conduit cables hanging freely, sparking from time to time, coolant leaks venting clouds of mist into the passageways, and grease and grime everywhere.

Occasionally you pass individual or paired non-humans, carving out a squalid existence as best they can, living out of what would have once been supply or maintenance rooms. As you approach, they scurry back into their hiding holes, and while you can no longer see them, you know they watch as you pass. It seems non-humans are not welcome in this new Empire.

Finally, you arrive at an unlabeled blast door. Maya, leaning on Dr. Beyon for support, pulls out a datapad and punches a few buttons. Moments later, with a grinding whine, the door opens into what appears to be an old service airlock.

"Here we are. We should be safe in here; the Imperials never come out this far. Oh, and don't worry about the airlock. It's been welded shut, and the opening mechanisms have long ago been scavenged for parts."

Maya lets herself slump to the floor, sitting with her back to a wall. She takes a moment to rest before continuing.

"I want to thank you again for rescuing me. My name is Maya, and I am a member of Alderaanian Security, specifically part of Senator Bail Organa's personal security detail. I was sent here by the Senator to recover some very valuable cargo.

"There is a droid here by the name of Switch who is an information broker. He was responsible for receiving and storing this cargo, which was shipped all the way from the Deep Core. I was supposed to contact Switch, recover the cargo, and deliver it to Senator Organa. However, I was waylaid by the Empire mere hours after arriving on the station. Apparently, the fact that I work for a vocal opponent of the Emperor has flagged me as a troublemaker, and the Empire wants me off the station, one way or the other.

"I know you have done so much already, but I must ask for your help once again. Please, go meet Switch and recover this cargo, as it is vitally important for the greater good. If you wish to do this, you can find Switch in deep storage bay V14."

jimninja

Dossa wags his head violently, causing his haillu to flap. "Stupid mackaneeks!" he says, to no one in particular. "Daysa good fer nothin'! Daysa shouldsa be sparky-shooted!"

He looks back at his companions--Darrin, Ko, and the rotten mackaneek 1N-N5. "Yousas helpin' da lady? I comen with, if yousas gonna. Mesa no touchin' Switch-mackaneeck though!"

delroland

Maya smiles at the young Jedi. "Thank you for the concern, but don't worry about me. There is a ship we can board after you retrieve the cargo that will take us away from the station. I can get treatment there, and for now I should be safe in here. I'll be able to make it to the ship when the time comes."

Litejedi

Dennow sighs. "I suppose that I can assist you, though I do not speak for any of the others here. After that debacle in the promenade, I am probably wanted from here to Sullustan, I might as well get myself in it a little deeper." He checks over Maya's wound, "it would be prudent for you to move as little as possible, miss. There is naught more that I can do for you, in these conditions." He turns to the rest of the gathered group. "But before we run off and likely get ourselves killed, it would be best if we learned a little more about each other." He composes himself, and continues.

"My name is Dr. Dennow Beyon. The doctor in front of my name refers to a doctorate in evolutionary microbiology, though I recieved a medical degree as well, in my tenure at the University. I travelled to this planet in an effort to do research, though that research appears to be aborted now." He makes a slight bow.

INeedNoSalt

jimninja wrote: »

"Stupid mackaneeks!" he says, to no one in particular. "Daysa good fer nothin'! Daysa shouldsa be sparky-shooted!"

1N-N5's head turns at mention of Mackaneeks. If if he had a mouth, he would smile;

"Query: Organic Dossa, are you familiar with the popular Gammorean recipe for gungan soup?"

Infidel

Her lips pursed as she was stuck in thought. They were in it now. No way to explain this one. Oh, sorry Mr. Imperial, we weren't with that woman, I'm actually a Jedi just minding my own business so if you'll excuse us... Trying to get out of this was even worse.

Best bet was to assist Maya which would secure passage away on a ship that is clearly not Empire-aligned and wishes to remain that way.

Litejedi

"Krema, while I would like to help you, I only have one more medpac. I believe that it would be better used to help someone grievously injured, as it seems likely that we're all going to be getting shot at in the near future."

Horseshoe

"Easy, kiddo. You ain't doin' nothin less Ko says so!"

Darrin was just catching up, tugging at a suspiciously new-looking pair of boots. As usual, he had missed the main conversation, but somehow seemed to know what was going on. He shambled up to Ko Arin and adjusted his goggles.

"I think we should do it, Boss!" he rasped near Ko's ear, "Valuable cargo? I mean, they gotta cut us in on that, and if they don't... well, we just take it, right? Either way... think of the street cred we'll get of this!"

He didn't even have to use one of his mind tricks... he knew he was speaking Ko's language.

Anthrax! Please.

Ko raises an eyebrow at Darrin.

"I suspect you're able to comprehend the level of shit we're in?" Ko asks Darrin, to which he nods. "We're going to have to eke out some kind of existence; a promenade full of witnesses and four dead stormtroopers who never had a hand laid on them kind of paints us in a poor light."

Ko shakes his head and checks his blaster.

"Practicality is our best tool here. A cut'd be nice, but so would some friends." Ko walks over to Maya. "Yeah, we'll help. And we'll definately need a change of clothes for the kid, here."

delroland

Maya nodded. "I can assure you that if you are successful, you will be well rewarded. Also, the work you would be helping with could save the lives of many innocent beings. Now, regarding a change of clothes for your friend..."

She takes a moment to gauge Krema's size. "Hmm, yes, I think you and I are about the same build." She points at a storage cabinet. "I stowed a shoulder bag with some extra clothes in case I needed to stay for an extended period. There should be another mechanic's outfit in there, and it should do in a pinch. Here, get out of those clothes and try them on."

A sly grin crosses Maya's face as she watches Krema.

jimninja

In the background, Dossa continues to argue with 1N-N5. "Pleasey to be tellin' mesa, Inn-fife, but isa yousa familiar with da Gungan blueprintses for da shiny scrap pile? It isa involvin' una sparky-shoota, lotsa liken deesa, and una bighuge cliff." He twirls his ion pistol around his finger.

"Wesas goen?" he says, turning back to the group, in time to see the look on the lady's face as she watches the young... Jedi, he must be. He cocks an eyebrow and returns to the droid.

Anthrax! Please.

"Sounds great. Let's get going?"

Ko makes ready to leave.

"Also, Dossa, In-five? Shut up," Ko says, grinning.

Spoiler:

Good to get moving when the party declares that we are.

delroland

"Here, let me give you the directions." Maya tapped away at her datapad for a moment, then turned the datapad around. "There you go. Just follow this route and it should take you to deep storage bay V14. It's a little out of the way, but I figure it best to stay out of the main areas of the station for now. Also, when you secure the cargo, please contact me on my comlink. The frequency is right here.

"And may the Force be with you."

delroland

Following Maya's directions, you enter a very much neglected part of the station. Many of the lights have burned out, and blaster marks and carbon scoring mar the walls, ceiling, and floor. The area reeks of ozone and electrical fires, and pools of coolant litter the hallways at regular intervals. After winding your way through a near-labyrinth of decrepit corridors, you come upon a room containing a sealed blast door clearly labeled "V14". Standing guard are two Gamorreans wielding vibro-axes who notice you but do nothing.

jimninja

Dossa looks at the Gamorreans and steps slightly back; one could almost read 1N-N5's recipe in the Gungan's eyes.