[Game On] SW:SE Dawn of Defiance - Group 1

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.

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The Promenade is filled with the bustle of revelry and commerce. Spilling out of the gambling halls are the sounds of victory and the moans of defeat, while the music of local bands issues from the cantinas. Only a handful of citizens mill about in the main areas of the Promanade, a few gazing out the massive windows at the planet Brentaal hovering below. Businesspeople hawk their wares to the passerby, and a few Imperial stormtroopers make their way down the main avenue of the Promenade on their usual patrol at a leisurely pace.

Places of interest:

Gundark's Cantina
The Credit Chip - a local casino
Delgas Medical Supplies - corporate-owned medical practice and pharmaceutical supplier
Mechanical Allies - a droid repair and sales shop

mightyspacepope

Rokk Fiasco, a Devaronian of average build and height, sits at a table in the cantina, as far away from the band as possible. He idly taps his foot to the music and sips a mug of Corellian Ale.

He appears affable, but the observant will notice that he seems slightly nervous. The very observant notice that his nervousness increases slightly as the stormtrooper patrol passes by.

Pony

J6-N2, itinerant droid monk, stands alone on the Promenade. A peculiar sight to some eyes, the blue-robed medical droid is silent and un-moving, the digits of his three-fingered hands steepled in front of his abdomen, as if he is in quiet contemplation or prayer.

Standing out of the way of the bustle of the Promenade but still in clear of view of it, while the droid may appear lost in his thoughts to an outside observer, he is actually silently scanning the crowd. His narrow, faintly glowing optical band shifts only barely as he moves his field of observation around the crowd, looking in particular for people who are trying to avoid notice. Jaysix came to Sel Zonn station seeking Jedi, and he is disappointed to see the Imperial presence in this part of the Galaxy only months after Chancellor Palpatine became Emperor Palpatine.

Perception Check: 7+9 = 16 Looking for shady characters and people trying to avoid notice.

Thanatos

Su-Tada finishes up making small talk with the bartender, picks up the two drinks he ordered, and begins weaving his way through the crowd in the Cantina, towards the small, corner table he's sharing with his traveling companion, Torn Dall. They had made their way to Brentaal after fleeing Cerea, where they'd gone after fleeing Duro, which is where they ended up after fleeing... Where was it before Duro? Su-Tada couldn't even be bothered to try to remember anymore. It had only been a few months since they fled from Kashyyyk, but it felt like they'd been running for years.

Finally making it to their corner table, Su-Tada sets Torn's drink down in front of him, exhaustedly flops into his own seat, and takes a look around. After a few seconds, he turns to Torn, and asks "so what now? Looks like there's too much of an Imperial presence here to stay for very long, but we could really use a break from all the running."

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Sipping on his favorite drink, Su-Tada is somewhat taken aback by the coldness and distinct lack of conversation from the gruff human bartender, "Gundark" Saff, though this doesn't stop the man from taking the credits for the two drinks. Putting it out of his head for the moment, the Jedi quickly scans the Promenade, looking for that which sticks out or doesn't belong.

Strangely, the first thing that sticks out is the distinct lack of non-humans here. One of the unfortunate side effects of the new Empire, it seems that many humans blame non-humans for the Clone Wars. However, a few anomalies immediately stick out. In the cantina, Su-Tada notices that, beyond him and Torn Dall, there is one other non-human there, a Devaronian who sits in a back corner and nervously toys with his drink. Outside, in the Promenade, a cloaked humanoid and a Rodian, both of which were on your shuttle, meander as if not sure where to go next. There also seems to be a medical droid of some remarkable craftsmanship clad in a blue robe. The stormtroopers continue their patrol and disappear around a corner, out of sight of the cantina.

Wait, is that droid looking at him?

J6-N2 notices all the above as well, though the droid can still see the stormtroopers, being that he is outside the cantina. They are simply continuing their patrol.

Vathris

“Magnificent,” Mnaomai Arma thought to himself as he gazed upon the planet Brentaal. His mind began to wander as his eyes took in the sight. Mnaomai flinched as he heard the clanking of the patrolling imperial trooper’s armor upon the space stations floor.

“Never a moments rest” Mnaomai murmured as he slowly began to stride.

With his back turned to the troopers, Mike made his way through the small crowd of merchants and citizens. He ducks into the stations cantina and carefully listens for sound of the imperial steps to pass.

Perception Check: 20+2 = 22 Perception check to hear foot sounds pass

mightyspacepope

His nerves calmed somewhat by a significant portion of alcohol, Rokk surveys the room. A logical sort of fellow, he realizes that any other individuals with anti-Imperialistic leanings would be just as wary of the stormtroopers as he was.

He scans the cantina, particularly looking for others as unsettled by the stormtroopers as he is.

mightyspacepope

Rokk takes a deep breath to psyche himself up (he's been imagining this moment for weeks), then makes his way to the table where the Kel Dor and the Cerean are sitting. He puts his drink down on the table, and leans in close.

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. I just couldn't help but notice the weather. Is it me, or is it downright Stormy around Brentaal these days?"

He raises his eyebrow slightly, then offers a mostly sober wink.

Vathris

“Hmm what do we have here?”

Mnaomai Arma notices two men who do not appear to be part of the larger crowd. Each seems to be scanning the crowd closely as though looking for someone, though they pay no attention to Mnaomai. Despite wearing normal traveling clothes, each man is carrying a hold-out blaster pistol tucked into his jacket, and both men are wearing identical garments. Both men seem to be whispering to themselves, obviously speaking into hidden comlinks.

Mnaomai casually maneuvers his way behind them and attempts to eavesdrop on their conversation.

9+2=11 eavesdroping on the two men

Jester313

Rheed hauls his unusually broad Rodian frame into the center of the promenade. Not sure what to do with himself, he stands momentarily and evaluates his options. Booze. Gambling. Booze. Gambling.

Booze usually wins out.

As he presses his way through the crowd toward the cantina he has a vision of himself pulling his blaster and causing havoc. He smiles and blinks the day dream away. He strides tall into the saloon, wishing there were double swinging doors to wink away behind him as he makes his way to the bar.

"I'll have your strongest whatever," he says to the surly looking barkeeper. Without much acknowledgment a small glass is slammed down on the bar in front of Rheed, and a simmering brown fluid is poured into it. As the glass fills, Rheed looks at the shaggy man across from him.

"Leave the bottle," the Rodian says, his multifaceted eyes taking in the less-than-interesting atmosphere of this hole-in-the-wall.

"Why." the bartender grunts.

"In case I want to shatter it over your head later." The steely green Rodian says in a tone that isn't quite serious. Isn't quite kidding either.

Thanatos

mightyspacepope wrote: »

Rokk takes a deep breath to psyche himself up (he's been imagining this moment for weeks), then makes his way to the table where the Kel Dor and the Cerean are sitting. He puts his drink down on the table, and leans in close.

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. I just couldn't help but notice the weather. Is it me, or is it downright Stormy around Brentaal these days?"

He raises his eyebrow slightly, then offers a mostly sober wink.

Su-Tada arches his eyebrow, and replies "well, friend, it's like the Kel Dor sages say," then, with a significant look at Torn "'<there are two men standing on the promenade wearing jackets and concealed hold-out blasters who are searching for something.>*'" Turning his head towards the Devaronian, he translates "or, in basic, 'though the weather outside is frightful, inside, it's so delightful.'" With that, he grins, raises his drink, and takes a gulp. "I'm So Leet, friend, and this is my companion Plo Koon. What's the good word?"

*Translated from Kel Dor

Pony

Jaysix picks up the pack he had previously sitting at his feet, and slings it over his shoulder. He walks silently, and calmly, moving through the crowd effortlessly. He positions himself near the entrance of the Cantina, keeping a portion of his field of view on the motley assortment of aliens seated together and speaking, and the other portion on the two men he spotted earlier. He assumes that the aliens are the quarrey of the two suspecious men, which meant they were all worth keeping an optic on.

The droid makes a point of trying to overhear the conversation of the group of aliens, but doesn't make it obvious that he is trying to eavesdrop. What he does not realize is he is not the only one who is trying to do that very same thing.

Attempt to listen in on the conversation: 11+9=20

Assuming that is a success (which with a 20, it ought to be), Jaysix attempts to use his translator unit to understand what Su-Tada said in Kel Dor:

Intelligence check: 7+3=10, which is exactly the result I need to know what Su-Tada really said.

mightyspacepope

Rokk grins and extends his hand. "The name is Rokk, newly emancipated from Cormond Planetary University down below. Essentially, I'm trying to find a planet where the storms aren't so plentiful. I don't mean to imply anything, but the two of you look like you've done some travelling, and more importantly, that you're not fans of stormy weather. Plus-"

Rokk gestures, a motion meant to take in the cantina and the station in general.

"We seem to stick out a bit from the general population onboard here. It might be good if, just in case a storm decides to pour over our heads, we're all standing under the same umbrella?"

Thanatos

Su-Tada reaches out, and takes Rokk's hand. "It's a pleasure, Rokk. So, tell me why you really approached us?"

mightyspacepope

His eyes becoming slightly panicked, Rokk leans closer and whispers.

"Listen, my gloriously coneheaded friend, I dropped out of school to take some sort of action against the Empire. I've been reaching out to certain contacts on the Holonet so that I can do something. They told me my best bet would be here on this station. I get here, and all of a sudden, the place is infested with stormies. I'm just scared, alone, and mildly drunk, man!"

XaiberD

Gloriously coneheaded...? Torn thought to himself, shaking his head slightly. As usual, Su Tada was perfectly comfortable taking the lead in figuring out what this man wanted. Trying to be discrete, torn turned his head as if stretching, checking out the two people Su Tada had mentioned. In his turn, he noticed a droid that seemed to be moving closer to him that brought him alarm. He had heard of the Empire employing assassin droids before. The droid stopped, and Torn relaxed, just as Su Tada had managed to pull some information from the Devaronian.

"You might like to keep that kind of information more to yourself." Torn said gravely. He scanned over Rokk, trying to see any weapons. His time on the run had made him paranoid. In Kel Dor he said, <"This one seems odd, but harmless."> Adding afterwards whether or not he found any obvious weapons on the man.

Perception check to see if I notice Pony coming to listen.
1d20+8=24
Just want to notice you, not really going to do anything but keep track of where you are.

Checking for weapons on Rokk (1d20+8=17)
Not sure if this is a success or failure, Rokk doesn't have a hidden holster or anything I don't believe.

Thanatos

Commenting offhandedly at Torn "<we could use a friend in a place like this; I'm gonna get a better look at the thugs>," Su-Tada chuckles as if he made a joke. Turning back towards the Devaronian, Su-Tada downs the rest of his drink, and says "Well, then, Rokk, I suppose the next round should be on me." He stands up, and starts making his way back towards the bar, going as close to the doorway as he can without being obvious. As he walks by, he smiles, giving a quick nod of acknowledgment to the droid.

Delro, if you're still at work, that was a 24 on that perception check.

mightyspacepope

"So..." Rokk ventures, speaking to the Kel Dor remaining at his table, searching for something to say.

"All those wrinkles in your skin really bring out your eyes...uh, eye masks.... um, goggle things..."

Rokk decides to be quiet for now.

Thanatos

Arriving at the bar, Su-Tada orders three drinks, then turns and attempts to get Torn's attention. Using highly complex Jedi visual communication methods, he informs Torn that he should approach the bar as well, as they may have to be taking their leave of the station significantly ahead of their scheduled departure time; which is to say, he jerks his head back briefly, then points his thumb over his shoulder. He then takes up a position leaning on the doorway, as if he were just people-watching on the promenade while waiting for his drinks to arrive, making very sure to keep one eye on the droid at all times.

Pony

Jaysix wasn't trying to be stealthy, per se, so much as discrete. He's easily noticed by the individuals at the bar who he was trying to listen to.

When Su-Tada nods to the droid, he nods back, and leans his head ever so slightly in the direction of the two armed men standing out in the Promenade so as to indicate to the Cerean that Jaysix is aware of their presence, too.

Taking a chance that these strange characters may be the sort of people he was looking for, and concerned that the two identically dressed men with concealed weapons might be Imperial spies, the monk spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. The average listener wouldn't be able to hear it above the the din of the Cantina or the Promenade, but this Cerean fellow seemed like no average listener.

"It seems you may be attracting the wrong kind of attention, friend." he says softly, referencing the two men in the Promenade.

It's probably going to require a Perception check from Su-Tada to hear what Jaysix is saying, like he's eavesdropping. Since it's a noisy place, it's probably DC 15.

Vathris

Unable to make out the two men’s conversation and seeing the oncoming droid, Mnaomai begins to step back into the crowd when something catches his eye.

"Hmm... a Cerean? Odd to see one in such a place."

"Quite the melting pot... I wonder, how well mixed are we here? Are there any others like me hidden within this station?

Mnaomai leans against the stations walls and reaches out with the force.

12+7=19 : UTF full round to sense other force users

Jester313

Rheed was slightly annoyed at all the hustle and bustle he sensed going on around him in the cantina. Didn’t these dregs know to just sit down, shut up, and drink? He grasped the bottle with his padded fingertips and poured himself another.

“Mang. Did you make this slop in your bathtub?” he growled under his breath as the smell of the alcohol wafted up to his nose. His antennae twitched as though avoiding the odor.

“I’ve had about enough of you,” replied the gruff bartender, apparently overhearing Rheed. “If my stew ain’t good enough-”

“Oh it ain’t.” Rheed said, raising his shoulders a little, giving the grizzled suds slinger a view of his full frame.

“Yeah well. I’m still gonna charge you full price bub,” was his reply as he turned his back to the Rodian. Smart move, Rheed thought to himself, I don’t shoot a man in the back. As he slouched back over the glass with the brown liquor, he again let the happenings around him eke into his consciousness.

He hadn’t turned away from the bar, but he just had a feeling there was a bunch of trouble in the cantina with him.

Thanatos

After turning around, Su-Tada discreetly shakes his head "no" at the droid, and gestures towards the Promenade, behind the droid, to the east.

Opposed UTF check to avoid being detected by Mnaomi. (1d20+7=15). Looks like you detected me.

Vathris

“Excellent, I am not alone” Mnaomai thought as he leans against the wall, his eyes now overtly staring directly at Su-Tada.

“My master always said I was lacking in subtlety” Mnaomai thought. “It would be disrespectful disprove him now.”

Suddenly Mnaomai's and Su-Tada's eyes meet. He bows his head with respect; and with that, attempts to send Su-Tasa a telepathic message:

“Hello... Jedi”

Take 10 + 7 = 17 UTF: Telepathy [Su-Tada]

Thanatos

When it rains, it pours Su-Tada thought to himself, managing to contain his mind-numbing shock at running into another force user behind an arched eyebrow. However, for the moment, there were more pressing concerns, and he could only hope that the human was a fellow padawan, or a follower of one of the other schools of Force use, and not with the Empire. Turning to the east, he puts a broad smile on his face, as if seeing a friend for the first time in a long while, and walks out of the cantina to meet a woman heading towards him. Putting his hands around her shoulders in a friendly gesture, he discreetly begins looking for someplace reasonably safe and out of the way to duck into before the thugs on the promenade notice her.

That's a 25 if you're at work, delro.

Jester313

“Hey mang,” Rheed called out. He was talking to the bartender, but talking loud enough to be heard by anyone who cared to listen. The gruff barkeep turned, having about had his fill of this fly-eyed patron. “You know any ships round here need a hand. Or some boots not afraid of gettin’ a little dirty?”

Beespo kept his attention on the suds-slinger, but listened for any uneasy shuffling or muffled conversations behind him. Something told him he wasn’t going to find out what he wanted around here.

Giving it a moment to set in, he put the credits for his two drinks down on the bar, and began heading towards the door of the cantina.

delroland

A woman with short black hair and the greasy uniform of a mechanic comes stumbling onto the promenade towards Su-Tada, clutching her midsection as though injured. She struggles to make her way across the floor to the Cerean, though clearly she is having difficulty walking.

"Please, help me," she says to Su-Tada. "There are credits in it for you, just help me!"

Mere seconds later, two stormtroopers burst into the area from the east area of the Promenade. They raise their blasters, aiming them at the woman, and shout through their helmet speakers, "Step away from that woman! She is under arrest in the name of the Emperor!"

Let's get some initiative rolls. The map:

The red tokens at the top left are the mysterious strangers. Placement of PC's was semi-random, based on the last posted position in the thread.

Also, the black squares in between the cantina and the Promenade are see-thru, I forgot to color them as such, though they are impassable. They provide cover.

Thinatos asked me to roll initiative for him. He gets a 1d20+10=14; racial reroll, 1d20+10=18.

Stormtrooper initiative: 1d20+1=19, 1d20+1=12

2 mysterious strangers: 1d20+1=5, 1d20+1=6

Injured woman: 1d20-8=-7

That means:

Stormtrooper 1 (dead)
Rokk Fiasco (13)
Torn Dall (13)
Mnaomai Arma (13)
Rheed Beespo (13)
Stormtrooper 2 (unconscious)
J6-N2 (9)
Stranger 2 (unconscious)
Stranger 1 (5)
Su-Tada (-7)
Injured woman (-7)

Vathris

Concerned for her health, Mnaomai quickly diverts his focus from Su-Tada and calmly makes his way towards the woman. The fact that there are imperials makes this situation all the more complicated.

Mnaomai places his hands within his cloak, prepped and ready to upholster his concealed defenses as a last result.

11 + 2 = 13 Initiative

Pony

The way Jaysix moves when he spots the injured women would seem almost instinctive to an organic creature. Not pausing to think for a moment, not questioning how she was injured or why those Stormtroopers are moving to apprehend her, the medical droid acted based on his programming; the closest thing a droid has to instinct.

He began to stride swiftly towards the woman. In the half-seconds between steps, he was already formulating an assessment of the situation.

Initiative: 4+5=9

XaiberD

Torn was about to head to the bar when a woman and some stormtroopers burst onto the seen. Oh this isn't good." Torn thought, placing his hand calmly on his hip, above his concealed lightsaber. Slowly, he looked at Su Tada. Stormy's. Run? He thought towards him, sending a quick flash of wanting to protect the woman as well.

Initiative (1d20+8=26)
26 Initiative.

Delaying to see what storm troopers do, and Su Tada says/does.

mightyspacepope

With a moment's hesitation, Rokk discreetly unbuttons the strap on his holster and places his hand on the grip. As subtly as possible, he draws his blaster pistol and angles his body so that the troopers cannot see he is armed.

He keeps a close eye on the situation and takes a deep breath. Despite not really believing that something like this would happen, he's been imagining the possibility.

"Well, at least I'll go out with a bang..." he mutters, barely audible.

Initiative (1d20+3=13)
And in case I need Stealth for trying to hide my drawn blaster:
1d20+8=24

Jester313

At the appearance of the Stormtroopers, Rheed sighs deeply. His first day out of hiding. How did they get there so fast? Who tipped them off?

Aw screw it.

Rheed moves his shoulder strap to bring the carbine within easy reach and patted his trusty pistol. He felt his body relax as he prepared to burst through the doors of the cantina…but he just needed to troopers to get a little closer.

I have initiative 19, but I'm going to delay to see what happens

delroland

Having located his quarry, the stormtrooper leans over the nearby terminal and squeezes the trigger of his blaster carbine. A pulse of blue energy washes towards the woman, but just misses its mark, dissipating harmlessly into the bulkhead.

Stormtrooper 1 switches his blaster carbine to stun (swift), attacks the injured woman (standard): 1d20+2=8, miss!

Thanatos

"We can discuss renumeration later. For now..." Su-Tada puts his arm around her shoulders, and says "I'm So-Leet. I'm here to rescue you." He takes as much weight off of her bad side as his significant strength will allow, and begins to help her towards the Cantina.

Jester313

At the sound of blaster shot, Rheed froze. It didn't look like the damned helmet heads were after him. They were firing at the woman who appeared to be injured in the promenade.

The only thought running through his head,"Maybe I'll just see how this plays out...".

DELAY

mightyspacepope

Did those sons of bitches just shoot at that poor, injured, attractive woman? Rokk thought to himself.

He took a deep breath, stood, and moved quickly to the small corner, where he could take aim at the troopers and take cover.

"No turning back now..." he mumbled to himself.

Just like he'd seen so many times in the holovids, like he'd done so many times vaping noobs on the Holonet in Gungan Massacre 4, he raised the barrel of the pistol at the stormtrooper who had shot at the woman, and pulled the trigger.

And missed.

"Oh, Sithsp-"

Attack vs stormtrooper (1d20+3=10)
Assuming this is a miss.

XaiberD

Torn couldn't help but feel alive as he slipped the stun baton from up his sleeve into his hand, hiding it behind his leg. He walked forward briskly to stand infront of the retreating Su Tada and that injured woman. He did flinch, however, when the reckless Rokk fired at the stormtrooper. "<Oh that won't be good>" He said aloud in Kel Dor.

"Let's just calm down here." Torn said, holding up his hand signal the stormtrooper to relax a little. "This woman can't have done anything wrong, what's going on?" His voice was calm and steady, but he was nervous. His eyes kept darting from the trooper to the "undercover" guys, unsure of what they were going to be doing.

delroland

Waiting on Vathris to take Mnaomai's action; also, with Rokk taking a shot at the ST, you all are guessing the shit is about to hit the fan.

Also, XaiberD, just for fun, give me a Stealth roll for Torn to keep the weapon concealed.

Did Rheed still want to be on delay Jester?

Vathris

“So it begins.” He mumbled to himself as the Devaronian’s bolts flicker in the air.

Mnaomai places himself in between the woman and the storm troopers.

His face now turned to the troopers and his hand calmly holding a simple weapon.

Over his shoulder, Mnaomai declares: “Ma’m you are now in the sanctity of my aid; Cerean, tend to the woman. As for these two, I think the Devaronian and myself are capable enough to dispatch them.”

Mnaomai begins to walk towards the stormtroopers; knowing that he will most likely draw their fire.

"This is going to hurt."

Readying weapon and moving into tumble range

XaiberD

Stealth Roll! (1d20+3=8)
An 8... well aren't I special. It's like I'm not even trying to hide it -.-