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[IC] Clone Wars (Attack of the Revenge of the Menace)
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With that, he broke into a run -- not toward the Hangar, as he had intended, but for the Central Security Station.
Nara'val pondered Drallig's request.
"We can buy you some time. We will not risk our lives needlessly, and we will intend to evacuate as well. If that is not our Destiny... then so be it. I am Jedi."
"B6? What are you doing here?"
"bwee-WOOP"
"Yes I know we're under attack, I --"
"beep bwoop weeeep."
"Do I need any help?
"Bwee-op."
"Good -- get someplace safe, out of the way, and get into the security systems. Can you do that?"
"Reee-ee-wop!"
Nar patted the thing's head. "Keep me updated, Bix -- I'll patch you into my comm -- don't let anything happen without telling me."
"Wee-bop!"
"Fix, open the vents."
"Elek, Al'Verde."
Fixer opened the latch to his tool kit, then paused a moment, turning to Taung.
"Sir, do you want me to do this the safe and slow way..."
He then pulled a demolition charge from his backpack.
"...or the quick and fun way?"
Her eyes fell on the speeder that had carried her through the city, away from the droids that had tried to kill her and Padme. It was banged up but its guns still worked, and it was fast.
Strapping her helmet on, Sheltay straddled the bike and powered it up. It whined shrilly and took off in the direction of the Jedi temple, vapor trailing in its wake.
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As they approached the gate, a lone Jedi stepped from the shadows. Lord Vader held up a fist, and his troops stopped, their feet thumping and their arms presented in unison. He walked up to a Jedi he recognized as Jurokk.
"You must be Jurokk."
"And you are no Jedi. And while I stand here, you will not pass."
"Unwise."
"There is no death, Sith. The stench of the Dark Side is thick around you, like flies swarming about a corpse. There are many lessons you have yet to learn."
"We shall see."
Gatekeeper Jurokk (92/92)
Jurokk has given you the initiative, your actions will dictate how you proceed.
but FYI
Serenity
"Do it."
Fixer slapped a charge on the exterior vent.
"Clear!"
The clones, hanging on the wall from their ascention guns, hopped to the side and turned their heads as the charge smashed the vent cover and blew it into the shaft. The sound of similar booms from the other squads rang out nearly simultaneously. The smoke cleared, and the round vent with a few remaining edges of the vent remained. Taung imagined a smiling face behind Fixer's mask.
"We're in, Al'Verde."
Taung stepped forward and jumped into the vents, kicking on his jetpack as gravity took hold.
A series of low booms reverberate through the ventillation systems as the Commando squads begin thier entry. Bix starts to tweet and twitter manically as red lights flare up on the holo representation in the security chamber. Immediatly connecting his comlink to Master Nar'Aval, Bix reports the breaches and works on finding a way to slow down thier advance...
Swift: Dark Rage (1d20+21=23) for +4/+4
standard: cut he ass (1d20+18=34, 2d8+14=22)
he's at 70/92, -0 condition
"I can feel the conflict within you. Turn back, Dark Lord. If you do manage to kill me and enter these gates; you will be irrevocably lost... turn back."
Move: Draws his own lightsaber.
Swift: uh...)
he's at 70/92, -0 condition
Vader lifted his hand in a foreboding gesture at the defiant gatekeeper.
"I am strong in the Dark Side of the Force... you are weak."
damage (6d6=23)
Jurokk is at 47/92, -0 condition
Vader could feel Jurokk attempting to probe his mind, to find some weakness
Standard: Force Stun Rebuke: 1d20+19 24 failure
[strike]spend a force point to augment damage: damij (8d6=40) dear invisible castle:
damage is at 31, dropping the last two dice of that roll, and i'm augmenting the attack roll with a f.p - force point (2d6.takeHighest(1)=4) makes the roll a 35
Turok is at 39/92, condition -1, unless he rebukes this one too, the dbag
"You may kill me..." he struggled to say, "but it will make no difference. You have already lost... Lord Vader. You have lost whomever you used to be."
Second Wind: Jurokk is now at 60 hp
Knowing your name? Just an RP thing.
damage (6d6=20)
He's down to 40/92
Here's next round's rolls, too, since he gets a swift action between these but i don't think he has much to do with it that could stop this happening
damage ((4d6)/2=4), he's at 36/92 and may act freely
spend a force point as a Swift to restore Force Grip to my suite 8-)
He feinted an attack, and one of the Clone trooper's medpacs struck him in the back of the head.
"So be it."
+5 dodge bonus to Jurokk's reflex defense.
Move: Move lLight Object: 1d20+19 31
danage (adds 1/2 level): 1d6+7 8
Swift (recover Rebuke)
crush puny throat ((4d6)/2=9)
i don't have my book right now. If i can do anything with a move or a swift without my saber to increase my Reflex, consider it done
Casso is at 113/121
Turok is at 31/92
Jurok feinted again, and the medpac that floated around his head struck Casso once more.
Move Light Object: 1d20+19 27 hit damage: 1d6+7 13
Walking calmly to the fallen body, Vader bent to retrieve his saber.
[strike]fuck that. I use a Force Point to increase the size category by 1 and the damage by 2d6.[/strike]
kraftpunkt (2d6.takeHighest(1)=2) okay i actually rolled that wrong but since there's at least one 2, that means i rolled at least 3, which is enough to smoke he ass down
(and actually i was supposed to roll 10d6 not 8d6, so he's dead without using the force point)
Turok the dinosaur slayer is dead bitches let's get in that temple
"You... have already failed, Sith. I pity the punishment that your Master will lay upon you."
Jurrok died, and Vader pulled the saber from his dead hand.
Sheltay pushed her speeder to its limit, wounded as it was. In only half a minute she had reached the Jedi Temple, near the public entrance... and was taken aback by the horror. The roar of blaster fire and grenades masked everything... smoke and flames scorched the air as she saw young Jedi, padawans and knights alike, cut down.
When she looked to the roof, it made sense... there were transports parked up there... and she could just make out a fight... some of the Jedi were making a mistake.
And those who died were trying their best to cover it.
Taung and Delta Squad zipped through the ventilation shafts, with Taung looking at the holodisplay, a little red dot moving through it tracking their progress.
"We should be approaching a terminal... here."
He kicked off his jetpack and began hitting the keys. "Fixer, get ready to bust open the next security vent. I'm going to disable the laser detection."
maybe one of those Delta dudes can aid me?
"Oooh... laser grid. I can slice that. But... I can't do it from this side, unfortunately."
It takes a DC 25 acrobatics check to hop through it without setting off an "obstruction in tube #whatever" notice on the panel."
1d20+10=19 argle bargle
2d6=8 fuck yeah one of those was a 6, i match the DC 25 acro.
Moments later they were back.
"Charges in place, Commander," said Sev.
Good. You and Scorch watch our six... Fixer and I will take a look ahead.
Unfortunately, ahead was a Treadwell Maintenance droid, who spotted Fixer and Sev... but not Scorch. Before the small droid could raise the alarm, a blaster bolt had already severed its "head".
"Damnit, Scorch," hissed Fixer, hurrying to the droid. "Now I gotta make sure this damn thing doesn't register as deactivated by blaster fire."
"No problem, Fix. I'll help out."
Taung scouted ahead as Fixer and Scorched repaired the Droid's transmitter to present an "all clear" signal. It wasn't perfect, but it would do the job. After moving down the hallway, Taung discovered the reason for the treadwell's presence.
The bombardment of the temple had compromised some of its waste discharged systems... and a particularly toxic looking substance had fillled a good deal of the hallway. The rest of Delta Squad caught up as he assessed the situation.
"Not good."
"Well yeah," quipped Scorch, "It's green. That's always bad, right?"
"Scorch," said Sev in his monotone, "shut up."
Ignoring the two Commandos, Taung continued: "It's toxic and corrosive... the Jedi aim to be self sustaining, and it takes a great deal of caustic chemicals to create lightsaber components, for example. Wading through this would be a big mistake.
Taung had an idea. He fired his ascention gun at the ceiling, and swinging across, made it to the other side without injury. Sev and Fixer copied his dextrous move easily... but Scorch, weighted down by his heavy weapons, found himself engulfed from the knees down before he rolled to the other side.
"Kark! That burns! Medic!"
In the distance, a loud boom sounded from one of the other corridors. Sev chucked.
"That ought to get the attention of the Jedi... let's hope they bite the hook."
"Lock it down, lock it down," Nar was saying, giving loose, empty direction to Bix, who proved willful and with presence of mind enough to take the initiative and do what he could -- more than Nar could at these stations. The best he seemed to be able to offer in this endeavor was granting Bix full access to the security systems.
Nar heard the doors of the CSS close shut behind him, heard the hiss of the doors sealing shut. He looked down at Bix, worried for the moment, until the droid offered a reassuring "Wee-boop!"
Mostly, Nar struggled with the computers to get a meaningful data relay from the camera feeds; the fighting in the Temple was already intense; bombardments and blaster fire threw the video reception off, and he had to fight to get a clear image. He wanted to see the status of the evacuation process, and what he saw wasn't pretty; Jedi on the rooftop fleeing with younglings, children and infants, toward the shuttle, being cut down by clones.
Clones he had once fought beside, Nar considered grimly. Nar took one hand off the station's controls to contact Ahsoka -- "Padawan, what is the status of the evacuation?" The displays began to fizz and fail off as Nar's attention was divided.
"It's a mess in here, Master. There were Clones in here already, and we're short on astromechs for our ships." The sound of deflected blaster bolts rang out for a moment. "One more down... many more to go."
"I can come to you, Ahsoka," Nar said; the pressure of the moment was growing on him, and he was losing his calm-mindedness.
"I can do it, Master Nar; I'll be fine."
Nar nodded, and changed the comm's channel. "Jocasta! What's your status -- we're getting pounded down here --"
"I have not finished the deletions necessary for our safety, Nar'aval... but the Clones have yet to make it to the Library... I may need you at some point to access the Holocrons, however. For now, I am fine."
A groan -- Nar wasn't certain he'd be able to make it to the archives before the evacuation efforts needed his help; if that were to happen, Jocasta would have to find a way to ... destroy the Holocrons. He didn't respond at all; just changed the frequency again, to one of the Knights he knew would be piloting an escort fighter --
"Ioto, what's your status -- are you going to be ready to escort the younglings?"
"It's taking longer than I'd hoped... we've got to take out the heavy weapons personnel before we can even think of taking an ETA-2 up there!"
Nar slammed his metallic palm into the input of the CSS. It cackled, fizzed, and his camera feed disappeared. How stupid had he been to rely on cameras when he had something infinitely more useful than technology on his side in the first place? He stepped away from the controls and looked to Bix, before closing his eyes and focusing.
I see a distant planet covered in snow. There is an old man in battered armor. But older than he should be. His boot is on the throat of a young man. He is shouting in a language I can't understand. His blaster fires. He walks away, unhappy with what he's done, telling himself it's just a job.
There is a large green pool, and men with nearly identical voices arguing about how to cross it. They are brothers in bond, but not blood as in his youth. He is frustrated with their skills. It is as though he is trying to teach them how to be... something.
I see death. Casso and Sheltay bring down his own men as he watches. He hurts. He is angry. I see myself through his eyes, when my arms and legs are whole.
There is a man with a scarred face. He looks like he could be the father to others with him. His voice seems like thunder, and in a language you can't understand. Nearby, there is a wall plate numbered 327. There are others with them, proud of the names they wear instead of numbers.
I see myself with his gun pointed at my forehead. I know he feels betrayed. I know he also is hesitant. If I kill him I will make myself just like him. I feel despair. I do not know what to do.
The vision ended abruptly (though Nar feared to see what the Force may have showed him if fate had not so kindly broken his concentration) as an explosion rocked the Temple, an uncomfortably nearby explosion.
"Bix," Nar said. "They're too close ..."
Bix tried locking access ports that were just no longer there. He tried guiding defenders to wherever they were needed. Except that they were needed everywhere. He tried shutting blast doors, but they were eventually bypassed or blown open with explosives. Bix was sure there were clone commandos in the vent shafts, he just couldn't pinpoint where.
The droid almost jumped in suprise as Nar slammed his metallic palm into the input of the CSS. It cackled, fizzed, and his camera feed disappeared. "Pbbbbhhht." Bix responded. He might have needed that holofeed. Oh well, everything else in the temple was getting broken minute by minute. It did not look good for the jedi, he could understand the frustration.
"Beep Bwee-oo?" Bix asks, as Master Nar looks at him, before drifting off into whatever it these Jedi do. One of those force tricks no doubt. Bix had absorbed as much date on the force as he could, but would never, ever understand it.
From the look on Nar's face as he came out of his trance, the Force was telling Master Nar that this wasn't going to end well. That Bix understood already. The explosion shook the room.
"Bix," Nar said. "They're too close ..."
"Ooooooo....." Bix replied, sadly.
Lord Vader regarded Jurokk's pathetic corpse. "One with the Force". The idea that he had once believed in that ancient and meaningless religion was almost sickening.
He looked up, seeing that the great gates had no latch nor hinge. He reached out with his mind and felt the components inside... and that the heavy door would have to be pushed open with the force.
He also pushed his thoughts beyond the door.
Fear.
Excellent.
Exposing the Jedi and Security Forces who awaited he and his Troopers.
Shouts exploded from both side as blaster fire screamed through the air
CD = Cin Drallig
J = Jedi Knight
PS = Padawan Squad
SQ = Security Forces Squad
Initiatives
Cin Drallig (90/90) - : 1d20+14 32
J6 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 32
SC (94/94) - : 1d20+12 32
SE (94/94) - : 1d20+12 32
S8 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 26
SD (94/94) - : 1d20+12 25
S3 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 25
S7 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 25
S0 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 24
SQ4 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 24
J1 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 23
J3 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 22
S5 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 21
S9 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 21
SQ7 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 20
Darth Vader (100/121) - Initiative: 18
J5 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 18
PS3 (114/114) - : 1d20+4 18
SQ6 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 18
S1 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 16
S4 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 16
SA (94/94) - : 1d20+12 16
SB (94/94) - : 1d20+12 16
S2 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 15
SQ3 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 15
PS1 (114/114) - : 1d20+4 15
J2 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 15
S6 (94/94) - : 1d20+12 14
J4 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 14
SQ2 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 14
SQ1 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 13
PS4 (114/114) - : 1d20+4 12
PS2 (114/114) - : 1d20+4 7
SQ5 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 7
SQ8 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 6
Cin Drallig clearly was not following his own orders, and threw himself at Vader, his lightsaber nearly missing the Dark Lord's riposte. Ataru, he thought, perhaps this will be more interesting than I had anticipated.
J6 (104/104) - Total Defense, +5 Ref
SQ4 (134/134) - fire @ Vader: 1d20+11 16 3d8+2 16
S3 (94/94) - fire @ SQ2: 1d20+15 27 3d8+3 19 HIT
S7 (94/94) - fire @ SQ2: 1d20+15 33 3d8+3 20 HIT
SE (94/94) - fire @ J2: 1d20+15 30 3d8+3 19
S8 (94/94) - fire @ J1: 1d20+15 19 3d8+3 20 MISS
S0 (94/94) - Delays
SC (94/94) - Delays
SD (94/94) - Delays
J1 (104/104) - Full Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
J3 (104/104) - Full Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
S5 (94/94) - Delays
S9 (94/94) - Delays
SQ7 (134/134) - ull Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
Drallig came vaulting out of the gate to challenge him. Their blades clashed twice, three times.
"Fool. Jurokk is slain by my hand. You stand no chance." The gates continued to grind ominously open as he spoke, pushed back at his will.
swift action: activate Lightsaber Defense; my Reflex defense is now 33
free action: tell them clones to get on in thar and shoot it up
their orders are to present the largest front possible against the least number of foes possible and obliterate targets with overwhelming fire one at a time
PS3 (114/114) - : Total Defense (+5 to ref)
SQ6 (134/134) - : Total Defense (+5 to ref)
S1 (94/94) - : fire @ J1: 1d20+15 21 3d8+3 20, MISS
S4 (94/94) - : Double Move
SA (94/94) - : Double Move
SB (94/94) - : Double Move
S2 (94/94) - : Move, Aim, fire @ Cin Drallig: 1d20+16 19 3d8+3 24, MISS
SQ3 (134/134) - : Hold Position (+5 Ref)
PS1 (114/114) - : Hold Position (+5 Ref)
J2 (104/104) - : Hold Position (+5 Ref)
S6 (94/94) - : Move, Aim, fire on Cin Drallig: 1d20+15 19 3d8+3 17, MISS
J4 (104/104) - : 1d20+13 14
SQ2 (93/134) - : 1d20+4 14
SQ1 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 13
PS4 (114/114) - : 1d20+4 12
PS2 (114/114) - : 1d20+4 7
SQ5 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 7
SQ8 (134/134) - : 1d20+4 6
S0 (94/94) - Move, Aim, fire on Cin Drallig: 1d20+15 25 3d8+3 16 MISS
SD (94/94) - Move, Aim, fire on Cin Drallig: 1d20+15 24 3d8+3 15 MISS
S5 (94/94) - Double Move
SC (94/94) - Double Move
Cin Drallig (90/90) - fire on Cin Drallig: 1d20+16 24 3d8+3 15 fighting defensively +2 ref... and a miss
J6 (104/104) - Total Defense, +5 Ref
SQ4 (134/134) - Total Defense, +5 Ref
S3 (94/94) - move, aim, and fire on J1: 1d20+16 23 3d8+3 17, miss.
S7 (94/94) - move, aim and fire on Cin Drallig: 1d20+16 23 3d8+3 14 MISS
SE (94/94) - Double Move
S8 (94/94) - Double Move
S9 (94/94) - Full Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
J1 (104/104) - Full Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
J3 (104/104) - Full Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
SQ7 (134/134) - Full Defense (+5 Dodge Bonus)
SF (94/94) - moves up
SG (94/94) - moves up
SH (94/94) - moves up
SI (94/94) - moves up
SJ (94/94) - moves up
SK (94/94) - moves up
SL (94/94) - moves up
SM (94/94) - moves up
SN (94/94) - moves up
Drallig is at 58/90, -1 condition unless he can do something about that
move: 1 square northwest, 1 north
swift: lightsaber defense