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

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.

Horseshoe

With a twinkle in his eye, Darrin walks up to the Gammoreans... maybe this time they could avoid the blasters.

"We were sent to take the next shift," he said with a wave of his hand, "go get yourselves a few drinks... you deserve it."

Spoiler:

Mind Trick (1d20+5=18)

delroland

The two Gamorreans snort what you guess is their thanks to Darrin and waddle off, most likely to the nearest cantina. Before any of you can mess with the control panel, however, the doors open of their own accord.

delroland

The deep storage bay is as run-down as the hallways leading up to it, with entire metal plates missing from the floor and a huge, open exhaust shaft near the back of the room. Large crates litter the area, creating the appearance of a haphazard mess, and the air has a distinct smell of sweat and fumes that makes the entire area unpleasant. Flickering lights provide modest illumination, and a burst pipe along the ceiling leaks blue fluid down one wall.

Near the center of the room is an item that seems very out of place--a large, finely crafted desk made of Japor ivory wood, which means that the desk is both priceless and rare. Sitting peacefully behind the desk is a protocol droid with shiny, ebony coverings that seem to soak up light and offer only the slightest reflection. The droid’s eyes flicker slightly, as though imitating a person blinking rapidly.

Anthrax! Please.

Ko stands outside the door, listening for any signs of people in wait, and checks his blaster again.

Spoiler:

Looking ahead. (1d20+6=10)

I hate invisible castle a little bit.

jimninja

Dossa waits outside with Ko, unanxious to spend time in a room with not one but two droids. He shuffles idly through the pockets of the stormtrooper's belt that he stole, looking for anything of use or value.

"So... wesas seemin to be in a stickgooshy situation."

Horseshoe

"Heh," Darrin snorted to himself, elbowing Ko a little bit as he unshouldered his rifle, "those Gammoreans is as dumb as a bagga hydrospanners, right Boss?"

Ko paused from checking his blaster for a moment... Darrin's interpretation of galactic idioms was always a bit off.

The fringer went about looking over his rifle, adjusting the strap, securing the power pack and other such routing mechanical checks, all the while muttering a bit to himself about needing to get a good slugthrower. His eyes and ears could be busy with a mundane task such as this... for it was a more subtle sense that peeled away his surroundings and stayed alert for signs of trouble.

Spoiler:

Utf: Sense Surroundings (1d20+5=22)
Perception (1d20+7=20)

If there is enough downtime coming up Darrin will recover Mind Trick

delroland

"It seems you have me at a disadvantage, young Jedi, for you know my name, and yet I do not yet know yours." Switch stands from his seat and gestures towards you. "Ah, but where are my manners! Please, come in to my office so that we can get down to whatever business brought you to me today."

Horseshoe

Meanwhile, outside the door, Darrin had set the butt of his rifle on the ground, holding the barrel in his hands, trying to look cool and tough. But something kept nagging at him, the occasional twitch sending his eyes darting toward the room that held "Switch".

"Boss..." he whispered, "Ko, I got a bad feeling about this. Ain't no droid goin' be in there with valuables and no guards. I got a hundred credits says there's two mooks crouched down outta sight just waitin for trouble."

Ko paused for a moment. Darrin often had wierd feelings, many of which he attributed to some sort of nerve damage from cleaning solvents and catalytic agents. But the fringer did have an uncanny way of "feeling" trouble at times.

"Those Jedi kids are too dumb to talk it out, and One-In ain't got no kinda people skills. Which means... wait a minute... what does that mean? Oh yeah... which means that if we hear a long pause after that Ithorian starts mumblin', we'll be a little late to keep 'em from gettin fregged like a... like a... like a fat nerf on lifeday?"

The two would-be bounty hunters shared a confused look for a moment before Darrin brought his rifle up at the ready. With a free hand, he lowered his goggles down over his eyes, frantically wiping the soot away from the lenses.

"I'm tellin' ya it's trouble if this droid gets sassy. Say the word and I'm in there, boss."

Litejedi

Dennow will stand in the room, letting Krema talk. He'll examine the room and look for anything out of place.

Spoiler:

1d20+[10,8] = (18)

delroland

"Do not worry, young Jedi. I have no cause to reveal your presence to the Empire. Now, can I offer you any sort of refreshment? While I have no need of it myself, I do find it conducive to business to stock some manner of libation. Some Ithorian fruit wine, perhaps?"

Switch draws an elaborate glass bottle and fills a glass with the aromatic liquid, handing it to Krema.

"Now, as far as this package of yours is concerned, could you perhaps give me some more information? I do a lot of business, and so it would help if you could elaborate. Do you know what this package contained, or where it came from?"

delroland

"The Deep Core, you say? Hmm..." Switch's "eyes" shut off, as though the droid had closed his eyes in contemplation. "Ah, yes! I remember that shipment. Unfortunately, I no longer have it in my possession."

delroland

"Oh, the cargo is perfectly intact, I assure you. I know exactly where it is being kept. However, while I have no reason to hinder you or your companions, I really have no reason to aid you, either."

Infidel

"No reason? Aren't you the broker? Isn't it your job to get us the cargo?" Vee asked incredulously.

"You should at least be telling us where it is, no?"

Spoiler:

Persuasion against Switch (1d20+6=18)

Anthrax! Please.

"Yeah, I bet that's about right," Ko says to Darrin, still standing well shy of the door.

Ko pulls out his blaster and makes sure all the parts are in order, and just leaves it at his side, standing outside the door, out of sight of Switch.

He looks up towards the door and waits patiently for the verbally-inclined to work their magic.

delroland

"Please, don't misunderstand me." Switch pours another glass and passes it to Vii'let. "I am, at my very core, a businessman. It would satisfy me to no end to aid you in this matter, I just want to be sure it is worth the effort and risk I put forward.

"To put it a bit bluntly, how can you make it worth my while to help you?"

delroland

"Whether I had a deal with Maya or not, obviously the deal has changed, because I no longer have the package, and you are not Maya. That is not to say I will not do business with you, but new circumstances require new arrangements, do they not?"

Infidel

"Well, you know what we want, what is it that you want?"

Vii'let wasn't really one for dancing around issues and found Switch rather annoying.

Litejedi

Dennow decides to speak up. "Switch, it seems to me, that you made a deal with someone. You failed to carry out your part of the deal, namely the part where you actually get the package of information to the person you were supposed to get the package of information to. As agents of the young lady Maya, we are not asking for a refund, for your blatant breach of contract. We just want to know where the package is, and how we can obtain it, so that you can fulfill your end of the bargain, and everyone can walk away from this, happy."

Spoiler:

1d20+[17,8] = (25) Make sure to modify this by whatever his attitude is at the moment? I can't modify it myself I think.

jimninja

Dossa, listening to the conversation from outside as best he can, hears that the droid is being reticent. Seeing Ko play with his blaster gives him a very satisfying idea to think silently about, and he strokes the handle of his ion pistol lightly, perfectly ready to dispose of the garbareeno mackaneek in the room if necessary.

delroland

Switch paused for a moment, processing Dennow's words before continuing. "I understand your frustration in this matter, and believe me, if I could help you out of the kindness of my heart, I would. But this is business, and I simply cannot afford to aid you without some means of covering my costs."

The droid turned to Vii'let. "Recently, I had a run-in with some Imperials who were very dedicated to their duties, and in a breakdown of communication, they felt the need to confiscate some goods that were in my possession, including this package of yours. If you could--"

delroland

Blaster fire sounds from the passageways, and suddenly a number of armed thugs burst into the hall outside. In the midst of the rabble is a large Chevin, his trunk hanging low to the ground and his mouth twisted in a snarl.

"So you thought you could hide your deal with the offworlders from me, droid? I'm tired of not getting my cut! Turn him into a scrap heap, boys!"

Spoiler:

Initiative:

Guards 1-2, Thugs 1-7: 1d20+6=8, 1d20+6=14, 1d20+6=14, 1d20+6=13, 1d20+6=19, 1d20+6=17, 1d20+6=8, 1d20+6=17, 1d20+6=12

Switch: 1d20=19

Chevin: 1d20+1=6

That makes it (so far):
1N-N5 (23)
Ko Arin (23)
Thug 3 (dead)
Switch (19)
Thug 4 (dead)
Thug 6 (dead)
Vii'let (16)
Darrin Ash (16)
Dr. Bennow Deyon (16)
Guard 2 (dead)
Thug 1 (dead)
Thug 2 (dead)
Thug 7 (VERY dead)
Dossa Beebo (9)
Krema Metyr (9)
Guard 1 (8)
Thug 5 (dead)
Chevin (unconscious)

Map:

Spoiler:

Yellow = Switch et al, including two guards that pop up from cover
Red = Chevin and his cronies

Chevin is his race, not his name.

Infidel

Spoiler:

Initiative (1d20+8=16)

Litejedi

Spoiler:

1d20+0->[16,0] = (16)

jimninja

Spoiler:

Initiative v Chevin (1d20+7=9)

INeedNoSalt

Spoiler:

Initiative (1d20+10=23)

Anthrax! Please.

Spoiler:

http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1430602

INeedNoSalt

1N-N5 doesn't miss a beat. Its weapons swing into motion, after an audible click, open fire on the crowd!

Spoiler:

2 Swift Actions: Setting Carbines to Autofire
Autofire Carbine GO (1d20+1=19, 3d8=14), target 2x2 square: Cronies I, II, V, Chevin

delroland

Searing bolts of plasma tear into the Chevin's gang. Three are cut down immediately by the droid's hail of fire. The Chevin also takes a good blast to his bulky frame and, obviously hurt, tries to take what cover he can and calls out, "Now! Do it now!"

Spoiler:

Thugs 1, 2, 5: hit, 0/9 hp, damage exceeds threshold, dies.
Chevin: hit, 7/21 hp, damage exceeds threshold, -1 condition step.

Ko Arin, you are up!