[SWSE] The Gray Side

[Camelot]

The ship swerves out of the way, barely avoiding the laser fired from the Imperial ship on your tail. It seems that the "crime lord" who helped you fence your last cargo was actually an Imperial officer working undercover, and now you're in a race to escape from his starship.

Welcome to the game! Feel free to jump right in with whatever actions your character is performing. Choose a color for when your character talks, so that quotes stand out, and do not use the same color as another player.

If you have anything to say out of character, say it in a spoiler such as this. Try not to post if the only thing you have to say is out of character, so that we do not clog up the thread with spoilers, and put everything in only one spoiler per post. Have fun! Don't die too quickly!

[ZeroNumerous]

Trent

Where are we planet/system-wise? Where are we relative to the planet/system we're in? What type of ship is chasing us? Is it just the one? How far away is it in squares? Where is the Night Shadow relative to Trent's fighter?

If any rolls are necessary, then Trent's got Know: Gal Lore, Know: Tech, and Perception at +8. If possible, I'd like to take ten on them for an 18, but if you'd rather roll whatever is applicable feel free.

Do we need an initiative check? If so, then Trent will be using Pilot as Initiative as per the rules in the Pilot skill(pg. 72).

Pilot: [roll0].

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Zen lets loose with a colorful stream of curses as he does his best to pilot their bulk of a ship between the lances of rather dangerous energy the Empire seems intent on throwing at them.

He glances over his shoulder and yells out, "Who the hell got us this contact?!"


Concur on the questions that ZeroNumerous posted.

[roll0]-10 = 10

[Vixsor Lumin]

H1-R8 races across the ship to the scomp link access port and jacks in. It assesses thedamage and makes sure the shields are up. At Zen's qusetion, it runs one of its treads in place makeing a pbbbbbtt sound as the rubber scraped against the steel.

Holocron stole my color :smallfurious: :smalltongue:

If I accidentlly post in gray I'm sorry, its just habit. Ill choose SeaGreen.

[Camelot]

As Coruscant shrinks from view, the ship chasing you grows larger. Those of you who are paying attention recognize it as a Mankvim-814, a fast but fragile ship that saw it's peak of popularity during the Clone Wars. It's not something you'd normally be worried about, but if it calls in any reinforcements, you'll be in big trouble.

The Mankvim is 8 squares behind you (on starship scale), which is pretty darn close, and it's directly behind you. However, your ships (and everyone in them) have initiative. Your ships can be wherever you want them to be in relation to each other.

Also, for future reference, when we're in combat, it would be extremely helpful if you could put your character's (or ship's) HP, DR, and defenses in the title of your post so that I don't have to keep flipping around to the character sheets.

[ZeroNumerous]

Trent

Trent's Z-95 bobs and weaves as it dodges fire from the light interceptor chasing the group. He pops the comm-channel open and yells at the Night Shadow. "Why did we come to the Imperial Center?! Flying right into the heart of Imp territory? Brilliant plan." The Z-95 pulls a tight U-turn as Trent starts lining up the enemy ship in his sights. "Get H1-R8 to start calculating. I'll drop this guy, then we'll jump to lightspeed."

Trent lines up an attack run against the Mankvim-814, and aims to take it out in one shot. His blaster cannons spit angry red bolts toward the Mankvim.


Trent uses his move action to move back 4 squares. He then makes an Attack Run vs the Mankvim-814. He'll move 4 squares again, putting him in point blank range, then takes a shot with his blaster cannons.

Attack Roll: [roll0] to hit.
Damage Roll: [roll1]x2 damage = 70 damage.

Trent's Ref Def is down to 14 after the Attack Run.

Stats
Ixiyen-class
Skills: Pilot +9, Init +4, Mechanics +8, Use Computer +8, Perception +8
Attacks: +8(+2 BAB, +4 INT, +2 Trained in Pilot), +3 Autofire, Double medium blaster cannons 5d10x2
+8(+2 BAB, +4 INT, +2 Trained in Pilot) medium concussion missiles. 5 shots. 8d10x2
Speed: Fly 16 squares(char scale); 4 squares(spaceship scale);
HP: 120; DR: 10; SR: 10; Threshold: 47
Defense: Reflex 16(13 flat-footed); Fort 27; +8 Armor, Vehicular Combat
Hyperdrive: x1, Navicomputer

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Uncomfortable with just how close that imperial ship is, Zen calls out over his shoulder. "Echwon*, Shol, Oct! Think you guys can do anything back there to eke out a bit more power? We need to get out of here!"

Not bothering to really await a reply, he keys the com to Trent and comments, "Whatever help you can give, appreciated as always."


*H1 = Achwon

Moving at full speed away from the enemy ship (all-out movement = 4x base speed), calling for aid another checks (piloting). Apparently only the copilot can do this, so no luck there.

The Night Shadow Stats:

The Night Shadow
Health 120 hp, DR 15
Armor +12
Size Colossal
Speed 12/4
Str 42
Hyperdrive x2
Dex 10
Int 12

Cargo 90 tons
Consumables 2 months
Crew 2
Passengers 6

Weapons
Light Double Blaster cannon with optional fire link (pilot or gunner)
4d10x2
Light blaster cannon optional fire link (pilot or gunner)
3d10x2

Features
sublight drive (2 squares)
SR 25 (5 from tech specialist)
Smugglers compartments
IFF, disguised

[Vixsor Lumin]

The little droid squeaks out a terse answer. "Busy. Calculating jump." Numbers and algorithms flash across the screen on its chassis. "Where to?" starting the calculations for a hyperspace jump. I would help with the pilot checks, but I think Trent can hold it off while we get ready to jump and I'm pretty sure astrogating is a full round action. Just keep making allout movements and we should be good. Ill help if we run into trouble.

[Odentin]

He glances over his shoulder and yells out, "Who the hell got us this contact?!"

"Someone who is going to meet the service end of a vibroblade very very soon!"

Octavion moves up and straps into one of the passenger seats and starts pounding away on the computer panel, "High Rate! Let's get out of here! Make for Nar Shadaa!"

Using Aid Another on H1 so we can make the hyperspace jump without wasting a minute to do so.
Use Computer: [roll0]

Edit: Damn. That's a hell of a way to start a game.

[Vixsor Lumin]

"Aye sir." the droid trills. Use computer check [roll0] +2 for the Aid. I wanna send Trent the data before we jump.

.......a nat 1. Really? Everyone gets to crit but me?

[ZeroNumerous]

Trent

"I would love to help, but my hands are full here." The Corellian is unable to provide Zen assistance, partially because he's busy trying to vaporize the stupid Imp chasing them. But part of it is his simple desire to test himself against other pilots. Come on. Engage me. Don't run away. Trent silently hopes for the enemy to not run away.

[Kydell]

Sholas lines up a shot from the gunner seat of the blaster cannon, "Got a shot on this creep if we can't make the jump. Alert me if I need to take action, sir."

[Camelot]

The Mankvim lurches from the attack from Trent, then starts to turn and move away from your ships, against Trent's hopes. Any victory shouts are quickly stifled as you realize he was only maintaining vision with you as two scarab-class starfighters, droid-driven ships, emerge from hyperspace to deal with you.

Lasers immediately start flying, and both ships are hit. The scarabs fly in closer, though the Night Shadow is pulling farther away. H1 is disrupted from engaging the hyperdrive and nearly falls over.

Trent's Z-95 takes 64 damage, and the Night Shadow takes 80. This is before being reduced by DR/SR.

[Vixsor Lumin]

High Rate squeals as the shields flare and his sensors are overloaded. Cursing in Binary faster than any organic ear can follow he jacks back in.

3 swifts to repair the shields.

Use computer as a reaction to identify the ships, determine if they're shields are up, and determine the size. [roll0]

[Odentin]

"Trent? You still with us?"

Octavion taps furiously at the computer, trying to re-calculate the hyperjump route.

Use Computer: [roll0]
As soon as he has a stable route, he cheers, sending the data to Trent and locking it into the Shadow's system,"Transmitting data now, see you on the other side! Punch it!"

[Camelot]

More droid ships appear to take you down, but just then, the Night Shadow leaps into hyperspace, with the Z-95 close behind, leaving the droids to eat your metaphorical dust.

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Zen relaxes in the pilots chair for a moment before swiveling it around and looking at the rest of the crew. "So, how did that happen?"


Essentially looking for the recent history of what lead up to that little fiasco. Either to avoid it in the future or get back at the parties responsible.

[Odentin]

"We got set up. Once we get to Nar Shaddaa I'm going to track down the bastard who gave us the job and introduce him to Sholas."

He sighs and looks over at his droid companion, "High Rate. What the heck was he pulling to attack us? TIE's can't do hyperspace..."

[ZeroNumerous]

Trent

The droid starfighters only splash the Z-95's shields as it rolls out of the way of their shots. Trent lines himself up for another go at them, but then the call from H1 comes through with his astrogation data. The Smuggler's Moon...? At least it's not Ord Mantell. Trent jumps into hyperspace with the Night Shadow.

Once they're home free(sort of), Trent keys his comms to the freighter. "So we're going back to get revenge on the man who sold us out?"

Pilot Check to dodge: [roll0]
Know(Tech) check to ID scarabs: [roll1]

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Keying the comm, Zen replies, "That's what it looks like. We're on our way to Nar Shadaa. Seems like a good a place as any to start tracking this all down."

[Odentin]

Octavion reaches over, hitting the comm while slumping back in his seat, "More than revenge, boys. I want to know WHY he sold us out. And then I'm going to make an EXAMPLE of him."

[ZeroNumerous]

Trent

Trent grumbles and responds in his standard Imperial accent. "I'd rather just space the bastard and be done with the mess. But alright. Blue Two out." Trent flips off the comm and just settles into a nap.

[Vixsor Lumin]

High Rate scurries across the deck of the ship checking for damage. "Spacing someone, while dangerous, does not necessarily mean they will die. More direct methods are reccomended." it says, taking the expression literally.

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Zen looks down at the droid and blinks a few times, slowly. Then he simply rubs his forehead and looks for his stash of hard drink.

[Camelot]

Eventually, you emerge from hyperspace to see Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon, glistening from the overgrown cities, covered in pollution. Your ships make way for Ko Hentota, a city where Octavion has a friend who has helped the group a few times before, sometimes selling, sometimes buying, and in cases like this, protecting.

After landing the ships at the dock and leaving, Reylan Lee walks up to Octavion and holds out his hand to shake. Reylan is a short human man who always looks interested in what you have to say, his eyebrows almost never relaxed. "Octavion, it's been a while. Can't just do things the easy way, can you?" he says jokingly and with a smile. "What do you need this time?"

[Odentin]

Octavtion accepts the offered hand solemnly, but firmly, "Information. We were set up on this last job, had a run in with an imperial officer. I need to find the man who gave us this job and ask him a few questions."

He looks back at the Shadow a moment, at the carbon scoring from the hit, "I've also got some ordinance to sell, if the price is right."

Dunno if you saw, but Zero dropped the game. We didn't know if you wanted to recruit a replacement or anything.

Also, is the cargo still onboard? If so, Octavion would want to have a look at it in hyperspace.

Also also, were we able to identify the droid ships?

[Camelot]

Reylan nods, looks confused for a moment, and then says, "I can work on that. We'll talk a bit later. Right now, why don't you come with me and I'll set you up with a nice apartment where you won't be asked any questions, as long as you keep your head down."

He waves at H1. "Hey, High Rate! How's he been treating you?" Reylan was always a little weird around droids.

Yes, I noticed. All I'll say is that I hope we can stop taking Star Wars so seriously and just play the game. I won't get a replacement, I'll just take control of his character.

Yes, the cargo is still safe. The droids were scarab-class, if that's what you mean.

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Zen exits the ship and starts checking over the outside, looking to see if the hit caused any significant damage to the ship itself.


Not very good on mechanics, but can at least do a cursory check: [roll0]

EDIT: Not bad. If he sees anything, he directs H1 to deal with it, otherwise he wanders over to the exchange going on.

[Odentin]

O narrows his eyes at the human's confused look, "What? What's that look for?"


I hope we can stop taking Star Wars so seriously

Yes, the cargo is still safe. The droids were scarab-class, if that's what you mean.

BLASPHEMY! :tongue:

So what is it? What did they put on board our ship?

[Kydell]

Sholas exits the ship shortly after Octavion, keeping an eye on his employer, and also checking the surrounding for prying eyes.

Perception check to spot any overly nosy passersby:
[roll0]

[Camelot]

"I was going through the places I have in my head. I have an unoccupied apartment in sector 16 that you can stay in for awhile. As long as the Rendorans don't fly in earlier than I expect them to, you can stay there until your ships are fixed and you can go where you please."

Zen sees that the ship is too damaged for more flight to be a safe idea, but nothing a few days of repairs can't fix right up.

Sholas notices a figure leaning up against one of the buildings, looking out at the ships. He's wearing a mask on his face, and the rest of his body is wrapped tightly with leather and cloth, so you can't tell what species he is. Besides all that, though, you have the feeling that there is something odd about him.

Reylan begins ushering the group away, and Sholas turns his head for a second. When he glances back, the mysterious man is gone. "Feel free to explore the city, as long as you keep a low profile. I doubt the Empire would deem you enough of a threat to bother putting out a bounty..." He then pauses. "Right?"

[Kydell]

Sholas makes a mental image of the conspicuous character.

"There are wandering eyes about," he snarls.

[Vixsor Lumin]

H1-R8 titters angrily. "Damn scrap heaps. Thinking they can just shoot at whatever they want." If it was possible for a droid to mutter, it was happening right now. He gives a cursory wave of one of his tools to Reylan before setting about the repairs for the ship. taking 20 on a mechanics check to repair the ship for 37. hell stay with the ship to finish the repairs.

[Odentin]

Oct nods, turning back to H1 before following, "Keep us up to date, High Rate." And to Sholas, "Trouble?"

With that, he follows wearily, "Shouldn't be. They don't know who I am, yet. I'm not even sure that he was really an Imp. Used old droid ships that had been modified with hyperdrives. It was...weird."

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Zen grimaces and nods at H1's comment, before overhearing Sholas's comment. Having been mostly around the ship, he takes this opportunity to shapeshift into a nondescript Twi'lek male with dull, brown eyes.

He then shuffles over to the rest of the crew, following Reylan to their hideaway.


Using shapeshift racial ability. Have a total +22 to Deception checks as relates to my appearance (+12 for all other cases). Just in case our DM wants to roll some of my checks secretly :smallbiggrin:

[Camelot]

Reylan takes the group to the apartment: a small, dirty, smelly, room in an enormous complex. Every few minutes you hear laser fire or shouting, or both. Reylan leaves to take care of business, leaving you to stay the night in the apartment.

While nothing much happens during the night to those at the apartment, H1, back at the ship, is interrupted in the middle of the night by noises. Someone near the ship is talking softly. Suddenly, the platform opens on its own.

[Odentin]

Octavion takes one look at the apartment and shakes his head, "I think I'll stay on the ship, Reylan. No offense, but it feels a bit...safer...than this place."

Having said such, he returns to the ship, to stay in his quarters. He does, of course, not hear whatever is going on that night...

[Vixsor Lumin]

High Rate cautiouslly peeks around the corner of the hallway towards the platform. stealth [roll0]
perception [roll1]

my character is unarmed and unarmored. He's going to high tail it to Octavion as soon as he knows whats going on.

[Camelot]

When High Rate peeks around, he sees two figures walking into the ship in the darkness, but he can't make out more. They stop and turn their heads towards the droid immediately. One turns to the other and says in an unfamiliar voice, "Crush it. We can't have any witnesses."

[Kydell]

Sholas stays at the hotel for the night. If anyone is following us, they might check here.

[Vixsor Lumin]

High Rate activates its thrusters and takes off towards the passenger quarters, making as much noise as possible.Move action to activate the exclusive flight system, and second move action to move 7 squares away.

[Camelot]

H1 makes enough noise that Octavion is quickly awakened. The burlier figure follows the droid, taking out a large metal rod.

[Odentin]

Octavion awakens with a jolt, grabbing his blaster as he stumbles towards the bulkhead. Once he reaches the door, he opens it and aims out...

Dunno if he'll reach it in time to see whoever is attempting to kill H1...

[Camelot]

The figure turns around suddenly, but the laser blast heads straight for him...when suddenly, it disappears. The figure simply held up his hand and seems to absorb the laser. He draws a vibroblade and advances towards Octavion.

[Odentin]

"Craaaap!"

Octavion slams and locks the door, jumping over to his comlink and activating it to call Sholas, shoving it into his ear and bracing himself behind a bunk for when the assailant gets past the lock and into the room. He switches the blaster to Stun mode and takes aim at the door...

Attack: [roll0]
Stun Damage: [roll1]

Really shoulda bought that Panic Ring. Hindsight is 20/20...

[Camelot]

Surprisingly, the intruder does not attempt to break into the room in which Octavion and H1 are hiding. You hear voices from the other side of the door, but can just barely make out some of they are saying.

"There is a life form..."
"Yes, I saw him earlier...hope he stayed asleep, but..."
"...this is the way it was meant..."
"Yes. It will be interesting to see what comes of this, but...what we came for...Leave them and let's go."

The footsteps calmly walk out of the ship, just as the comlink connects to Sholas back at the apartment.

[Kydell]

Sholas is cleaning his custom firelance with great care as the comlink set on the table next to him emits a calm blue light accompanied with a small beep. He snatches it up and answers as he places it in his ear, "Sir?"

[Odentin]

Octavion breathes a sigh of relief at Sholas' voice, "Intruders, on the ship."

He turns to H1, "Any way we can safely trap them on the ship? Sholas should be on his way shortly."

[Kydell]

Sholas was already out of the door with his gear when Octavion responded, "Intruders, on the ship." It was more than enough to make Sholas double his speed, as he remembered his way back to the ship.

Initiative to get out quick: [roll0]
Survival to find his way back: [roll1]

[Kydell]

As Sholas nears the ship he makes sure to be extra watchful. He keeps his firelance drawn and on stun.

Perception check [roll0]

[Vixsor Lumin]

High rate whistles and whirrs "I can try." he scomps in and closes all the doors on the ship. Then he seals them to be airtight.

[Odentin]

Octavion nods, "Good work. Now we wait. And hope we got them. And hope Sholas gets here before they get in here. Crap."

[Vixsor Lumin]

High Rate begins pacing around the room. "Any ideas on how to get out of here if they start breaking down the door?"

[Odentin]

Octavion shakes his head, "Not really. Start shooting and hope they go down, really..."

[Vixsor Lumin]

"Makes me wish I could do more than heat up....." the droid whimpers as and tries to use the ships sensors to figure out whats going on outside of their room.

[Odentin]

Octavion leans against the bulkhead and sighs, never taking his eyes off the door, or relaxing his grip on hi blaster, "We can get you a combat upgrade, if you'd like. Maybe juts a stun blaster or something like that?"

[Vixsor Lumin]

"A taser might be nice, but i doubt id be much good with it. You know what they say about an old chassis and new tricks. Some shielding or some plating may be better."

[Camelot]

H1, while trying to keep the ship on lockdown, is suddenly cut off from the ship's computer, as if forced out. Meanwhile, outside the ship, Sholas approaches as the cargo bay opens and out walk the two figures. In the dim lights from the city, he recognizes the figure he saw earlier: a tall, masked humanoid wrapped in bandages. Behind him is a shorter cloaked figure.

They stop when they see Sholas. The masked figure turns to the other, on whom Sholas can make out a grim smile beneath his hood. "Interesting," he says. He steps forward and talks to Sholas. "You do not want to fight us."

At first, Sholas thinks that the man is trying to intimidate him, but suddenly, he feels a powerful energy grip his mind, trying to make the threat seem like the truth. However, he keeps his head and does not surrender to the mind trick. It's not difficult to figure out the rest: these people are force sensitive.

[Vixsor Lumin]

High Rate runs his treads to make the pbbbttt sound again.

trying to figure out whats going on

mechanics [roll0]
use computer [roll1]

[Holocron Coder]

Zen Tekka

Zen mumbles and rolls over in his sleep, blissfully unaware.

[Kydell]

"Sir, they are just outside the cargo bay," Sholas speaks into his comlink as he approaches the two figures. He feels them try to get into his head and shakes it off. He barks an order at the strangers, "Stop where you are!" He primes his grenade launcher housing a stun grenade, "Don't make this ugly."

[Odentin]

Octavion grinds his teeth and throws himself at the door, unlocking it and throwing it open (if he can) and running towards the cargo bay. As soon as he has a clear view of the intruders, he takes his shot...

Using the shot that never got resolved from before, unless Camelot wants me to reroll it...

Attack: (1d20+4)[17]
Stun Damage: (3d8)[14]