In the Shadow of Titans (IC Thread) 2

[Thundercracker]

1st thread:
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?302933-SAGA-In-the-Shadow-of-Titans-(IC)/page50

OOC thread:

http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?302799-SAGA-In-the-Shadow-of-Titans-(OOC)

Coruscant

"Yes, you're entitled to one parking spot," the receptionist replied as she bundled your keys and a brochure about the immediate area.

Rissy raced after the businessman and he used his arm to keep the turbolift doors from closing, then waited patiently at the back. He looks to be in a sour mood, and extremely tired.

[Felhammer]

Rissy

Rissy runs into the turbolift and smiles at the man, "You're a life saver mister...?"

[MintyNinja]

Surrj took a moment to make sure his Swoop was parked in the right spot and returned to the others. He lead them over to a turbolift and waited for one to take them to the right floor for their rooms. "So Rissy has our contact's information, we'll just have to set up and wait for her to catch up to us."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(rissy)

"Don't mention it," the man said. He tapped his hotel room ID against a sensor in the elevator and pressed a button for 57, then leaned back against the rear of the elevator, doing his best to ignore you, but you think you catch him checking out your legs out of the corner of his eye. When the elevator gets to level 57, he steps out and presumably heads towards his room.

(everyone else)

You're assigned a pair of non-adjoining rooms on the 58th floor. They're small but comfortable, and there are enough beds for everyone. Breakfast is served starting early in the morning on level 6. Most of the patrons are already asleep, as it is currently late at night.

[Noedig]

"Ugh. Boring, boring and more boring. This is my first time on Coruscant in over a decade aand I don't intend to waste it. Shall we have some fun, chaps?"

[Qazarar]

"I don't see why not. After all, we have plenty of time to spare until we need to meet our contact."

[Noedig]

"Excellent! Now, Surrj, please tell me you at least know how to have fun. Hunting and points isn't all there is to life is it?"

[MintyNinja]

"Not all there is to life, but definitely the crux upon which that life is measured," Surrj replies solidly. After a moment's reflection on his own actions during the last mission he lets out a heavy breath and adds, "But I see your point. There's got to be something to enjoy for purely enjoyment's sake. Gambling, fighting, racing, drinking, or other forms of indulgence certainly have their places in life. What did you have in mind?"

[Noedig]

"All of the above? I also seem to recall a few decent gentlemen's clubs on this planet. Who knows? Granted, I will admit that the last time I was here I didn't have a criminal record, so..."

[MintyNinja]

"I'm partial to games of chance or skill, but it seems to be so late that if we found a bit of fun it would need to be short lived. Why not tomorrow night instead?" Surrj says as the Turbo lift lets them off at the 58th floor. He takes one room and hands the key of the other to Marren. "If you two are going to be out all night, you might as well share the room." With that he retreats to his room and inspects it. Small, yet functional. If the others were intent on going out, then Rissy would be bunking here with Surrj. Luckily there were separate beds, and Surrj claimed the one farthest from the door. After setting his gear and weapons down within arm's reach, he messaged Rissy via comlink: "58th floor. Room 5827. Knock to be let in." And until the human made her return, Surrj would clean and maintain his weapons in peace.

[Noedig]

After Surrj left, Mikael frowned and turned to Marren.

"Something of a stiff, isn't he."

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The woman smiles in a coy fashion when she sees the man checking her out. Rissy pulls back her cloak, revealing her skin-tight black outfit. She gives the man a knowing wink and says, "57th floor? What a surprise, that's my stop too."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant, 3-star hotel, level 57

(Rissy)
The man, dressed in a rumpled overcoat of some kind, looks you up and down, but discretion or fatigue apparently wins out and he mumbles a "'scuse me" as he walks off towards his room.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The woman wants to press the issue but decides to leave things as they are. Rissy heads in the opposite direction as the man but keeps an eye on him to see which room he heads into. After obtaining the information she heads to the elevator and goes back down to the bottom floor. She looks around for her companions but sees they are not present. She hits her com and states, "Well that was a bust. He seemed... Shady. How many rooms did we get and which floor?" After receiving the info, she heads up to the 58th floor.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj opens the door to the room as Rissy knocks. "No luck?" he asks as he closes it behind her. He walks back across the room to his arrangement of weaponry and sits on his bed. He begins repacking his gear as he asks, "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble smiles warmly when she sees Surrj and responds with an equally pleasant voice, "Rest and relaxation... Or perhaps something more interesting, like a job. You seem to be keen on bounties, have any leads?"

[MintyNinja]

"I've never been the 'finding leads' end of that business, I'm more of the 'terminating targets' type," Surrj says with a laugh. "That's why I usually partner with a slicer or an informer, someone who knows how to find information. Once that information's gathered, I do most of the heavy lifting." As he lays his head down on his bed, he adds, "I'll check out the casinos tomorrow, see if I can find any sign of the Syndicate here."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

After doing some digging, Surrj isn't able to come up with anything, but after asking around several bars, Rissy is able to come up with a few shady people who indicate a particular restaurant known for serving grazers is actually a front where Syndicate higher ups congregate and meet from time to time. It's not exactly an upscale restaurant, but it is in the mid-levels.

It's morning; what do Marren and Michael do while Surrj and Rissy are off doing their thing?

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy hails a taxi and heads off to the den of scum and villainy with her handsome companion - Surrj.

[MintyNinja]

As Surrj follows Rissy's taxi he says, "Thanks for calling me in on this, I was having no luck myself. Any word on resources or group structure? We might be the big dogs here." He kept a steady distance behind the taxi, using it to lead him to thei destination. All the while he mentally mapped his way back, just in case things didn't go according to plan.

[Noedig]

"Morning, Marren. I'm heading down to snag some breakfast. Gonna head out afterward. Interested?"

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Without missing a beat Rissy comments, "I am sure you are the big dog where ever you go, Surrj. My sources tell me that this is a place where some big wigs like to meet up. We best be on our best behavior. We could very well be dealing with the big boys here."

[Qazarar]

"Sure. Do you have anything specific in mind, or should we just see where we end up?"

[MintyNinja]

"Best behavior, eh?" Surrj says with a small laugh. "I'll follow your lead." As he flies he shifts his weight and feels the press of his weapons against his body. He was ready to fight, and his behavior never needed to get better than that.

[Noedig]

"Sure. Do you have anything specific in mind, or should we just see where we end up?"

Mikael shrugged and gave a 'grin.'

"Somewhere pleasant, with good drinks and a good view. Specifically? No idea. Sort of the fun though, don't you think."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(Surrj & Rissy)

You pick up your swoop and head to where the Gello's, the restaurant, is. The sun is shining from a clear blue sky, and the weather is cool, but not cold. It's actually quite a pleasant day. Traffic is as heavy as always, but it flows without incident. Billboards and advertisements plastered to the sides of the buildings bombard you with images and sounds. After about twenty minutes, you're a block away from the restaurant, which is situated on a large, mid-level platform, easily a mile across, connecting several tower buildings. Pedestrians mill about on the platform, going about their businesses. You can actually see the restaurant, but you're still too far to make out any details without macrobinoculars, or going in for a closer look. You could also land and approach on foot.

(Mikael & Marren)

The morning light brings a new day. With Surrj and Rissy looking for work, you've got some free time to do as you wish, and the galactic Capitol is spread out before you, yours for the taking.
You guys can pretty much find whatever you want (within reason) on Coruscant, taxi fares will cost you, as will food etc, but other than that, it's all you.

[MintyNinja]

Despite what Rissy chooses to do, Surrj flies over to the platform, weaving around towers and landing in front of Gello's. Disengaging the code cylinder and securing the Swoop, the large Trandoshan enters the restaurant.

Perception: Looking for weapons and potential dangers at a glance.
[roll0]

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The human noble saunters into the establishment, her beefy, over-muscular, scary Trandoshan friend in tow.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The ground here is paved with duracrete, and there are several tables covered with white cloth arrayed outside of the restaurant, and the front door is open, revealing a dimly lit room inside. Pedestrians walk to and fro, but the sunlight which dazzled your eyes is blocked by the nearby buildings, and the air is slightly chilly without it.

Surrj notices a trio of older, slightly overweight human men eyeing him as he stops the swoop. Their conversation dies as he approaches, but they don't say anything.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj takes stock of the situation and decides that either Rissy knows what to do, or he'll find out soon enough. In either case, patience was on his side and all he had to do was look a bit menacing. "Lead the way, Boss," he says in a faint whisper.

[Noedig]

As Mikael walks the streets and mills with the teeming millions of sentients, he shoots a message to Surrj.

So you two have fun last night?

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble eyes the men that the Trandoshan has meandered over to. She nods, curtly, then brandishes a wide smile, "Hello. I see you have noticed us, and we you. My name is Rissy and this is Surrj."

[MintyNinja]

Doubting that their names are merely enough, Surrj adds, "Lucky 7's, Titan 1. Kayla sent us." While he's conversing, Surrj also notices that he has a message waiting for him on his comlink, but decides to put off checking it out just now.

OOC: Felhammer, Surrj was following Rissy, not meandering towards the three quiet fellows. You are the Face of our party, we need you to be able to make the introductions and smooth over the social stuff. I'm just here to kill things before they kill us.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(Rissy, Surrj)

All three of the men are smart, well-fitting dark clothing, which does much to make their weight look less than it is.
One of the men, a somewhat balding one, puts his fork down.
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" he asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Whoa whoa, hold on a sec," another one said, licking his fat lips in thought, "Kayla, Titan 1, yeah, they're part of Lucky's crew."

The first man eyes you both suspiciously, his gaze resting on Rissy a bit longer than necessary.

"If you're part of Lucky's crew, why do you need to ask about where to find us?" he asked, accenting his question with one index finger, alternative pointing between Rissy and Surrj.

If you're wondering OOC, Surrj failed his gather information roll by too much, and his activities were reported.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

"I had assumed the heroic exploits of myself and my companion here would have reached Coruscant by now. If you have not heard yet, then you shall soon. I am Rissy Qorbin, formerly associated with Jouren Sarkin, now attached to Kayla and the Lucky 7's. My friend here," She pats him on the chest with the back of her hand, "Is all muscle and no brain. He was foolish enough to ask strangers for directions instead of just asking me where to find you. He's a real go-getter but... More eager to please than perhaps he should be. We have been assigned a mission by Kayla, one I am sure you are familiar with. We have a few days to muck about before we meet our contact. We wanted to come to this fine establishment and ingratiate ourselves to you, the leading class of the Syndicate, and - in the most humbly way possible - ask if you had any particular jobs that required the services of the best face and strongest muscle the Syndicate yet knows."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(Surrj, Rissy)

The balding man's face grows darker as Rissy makes her speech, but the one with the fat lips just laughs and claps him on the back. The third one, a somewhat shorter man, though still slightly paunchy, just stays quiet.
"Well, you've got guts," baldy said, still sniggering, "I'll give you that."

"You want to... ingratiate, yourselves?" he continued, "figure out how to make some credits, kick 'em up to Lucky. We're not an employment office. You want to make a name for yourself, _you_ gotta do it. Now get outta here, my breakfast is getting cold."

He made a dismissive motion with his head and went back to eating.

[Noedig]

Mikael picked up breakfast from a street vendor, often purveyors of the best food (human and otherwise) on the planet, and munched happily (if messily) as he walked the city's streets. Surrj had yet to get back to him, and while that was a trifle annoying, there was little to be done about it.

He kept an eye on the local news feeds as he walked and ate, trying to gauge the galactic community's response to the heating tensions between Muridon and Kalatar. He also double checked the bounty boards to see if he was known on this planet.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The situation worried Rissy. They had interrupted the higher ups' breakfasts... Who knows what they would do if she pressed the matter. Still... What could they do to her that life had not already done? Its not like she hadn't experienced being a slave before. Rissy smiles inwardly as she brushes back her hair and puts her game face on. "Although I can tell you do not want my companion and I to remain, I must none the less press onward and upward. Surrj and I are two of the best agents the Syndicate has. We are young, hungry and ready to climb the ranks. You say we do not have a reputation, well I say that ends today! Give us your toughest bounty. We will have it completed and in the bag before we have to meet Kayla's contact. I guarantee it."

Persuasion: [roll0]
Deception: [roll1]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(Mikael & Marren)

Mikael paid five credits for breakfast, and checked out the news feeds. There was a brief segment about the rising tensions on the Kalatar system, and that in addition to the saber rattling from both governments, gang warfare seemed to be escalating, but there are no specifics.

Please mark the credits off your sheet

(Surrj & Rissy)

"Son of a-," the balding man said, slamming his fork down on the table at the same time the small man said what sounded like, "Tienbaru Sadaki," though you're not sure as the bald man was almost shouting.

The one with the fat lips spoke up, looking pointedly at the balding man, whose face was quickly purpling with suppressed rage.
"Whoa whoa," he said, "Lucky's crew, remember?"

The bald man grimaced and pulled out a comlink.

"Lucky?" he said in to the comlink, gritting his teeth, "you want to tell me why two of your crew are here interrupting my breakfast?"
There was a pause.
"I don't know, some hot number and her trandoshan bodyguard," he said.
Another pause and he held out the comlink.

"He wants to talk to you," he said.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj's body tenses at the slamming of the fork and the air begins tasting of violence before the man is calmed down. This results in Surrj calming down as well and although he never moved a muscle, the change in tension is likely noticed. As the comlink conversation occurs, the large Trandoshan is busy piecing together who Lucky could be. He settles on Lussk before taking the comlink and passing it to Rissy with calm and easy movements, a subtle sign showing a lack of violence. Anything to walk out of here alive.

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The noble remains completely calm, her time as an officer in the Imperial Navy had taught her to suppress surprise and fear but still... This is not the reaction he was hoping for. She wonders who this Lucky is but has no time to contemplate the matter. She takes the com with the grace befitting her upbringing, "Hello, this is Rissy Qorbin."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(Rissy, Surrj)

The comlink is loud enough for both Rissy and Surrj to hear. Surrj recognizes the voice as belonging to Lusk Jornya, the quarren whose face he had only seen via holonet transmisson from the VIP room of Lucky 7's.

"Don't you have a job to do?" Lusk asked.
He sounds pissed.
"I didn't get you away from that chupa so you could take a sightseeing tour or go bother Jak Spinner. You have a problem, you go to Kayla, or to me, got it? Time is money, the contact is on planet already, stop screwing around and get moving."

The connection goes dead. The fact that Rissy has no way to contact "Lucky" didn't seem to occur, or to matter to him.

I'm on the road, but will update the NPC list tonight assuming I have internet access from the hotel. Congrats, you got your impossible mission (ahead of schedule) and made the acquaintance of three more higher ups in the Syndicate.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

A bit perturbed by the call, Rissy smiles gingerly as she sets the com on the table. She turns around and gracefully strides out of the restaurant with her head held high. Once the two are away from the establishment (and more importantly, well out of sight) the noble lets out a big sigh, "Ok. That could have gone better."

[MintyNinja]

Surrj follows the human and when she lets out the sigh and comment he says, "Tienbaru Sadaki. That's what the quiet one said when we asked for the toughest bounty. That's our name maker." He leads her over to his swoop bike and checks the message from Mikael. He lets out a derisive snort and chooses to ignore the comment, instead replying, "We've got a job. Bounty on Tienbaru Sadaki. Heading to the hotel to come up with a plan. Meet you there?" As he speaks the message to Mikael's comlink, he catches Rissy's eye to indicate that he's talking to both of them at once. After, he mounts the Swoop bike and waits for the human to join or argue.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

"Are you sure you got that name right? There was a lot of comotion going on. I don't want to off the wrong bloke." Rissy hops on the swoop, "So long as you are sure, let's do this."

[MintyNinja]

"No promises, but I'm not going back in there empty handed," Surrj says as the Swoop pulls off the ground and starts gaining some altitude. He traces his way back through the city-scape, stopping only once for a street vendor breakfast that Surrj bought for each of them. Not long later, they were back at their overpriced hotel, waiting for word from Mikael and Marren.

OOC: I'll cover the breakfasts. -10 cr.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble eyed the Sakiyan Falafel that Surrj had returned with warily. She was never one to enjoy the culinary delights of the galaxy at large. She preferred the food served aboard Imperial Star Destroyers - simple, efficient and scientifically formulated to satisfy. This... Falafel was strange and... Weird... But, Rissy decided it was best not to potentially offend the Trandoshan, so she ate the breakfast, such as it was, with gusto.

[Noedig]

Mikael fired off a message of his own and continued on his way.

Sounds unpleasant. I've got 2500+ cred burning a hole in my pocket, and I need a drink and some pleasant company. That means the lower levels. I'll roll down there and see if I can't scare up some information. Good? Also, you never answered that question.

[MintyNinja]

"Good enough. And no, colleagues are off limits to me. Bad history there," Surrj replied to Mikael. While he waited for word from Marren, he asked Rissy, "Any idea where to start? Mikael's asking around the lower levels as we speak. Layne's too far to ask for a slice job on this. Should we try to scrounge up a local slicer or something?"

[Noedig]

Ah, I see. Damned shame. She's quite enamored of you it would seem. Do let her down gently, would you? She seems nice.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble scratches her chin, "I suppose we could try to gather some intel of our own. Worth a shot, considering we're up in the clouds."

I am not exactly the gatherer of info. If we find out where this guy was, I can use Force Track.

[MintyNinja]

"Right, you seem to be better at the intel gathering than I am, I'll drive you around and pose as muscle as need be," Surrj says. As they leave the Hotel, he sends a short message off to Marren, "Out gathering intel. Will contact if we find anything."

Aid another (Gather Information): [roll0]

[Thundercracker]

Mikael is able to find some information relatively quickly. One of the people he was talking to happened to be a student at one of the higher education institutions on Coruscant. He pointed Mikael to a public computer terminal. It seems Tienbaru Sadaki was a Jedi master who went missing during the recent war to overthrow Darth Krayt. He was apparently one of the best lightsaber practitioners the Jedi had to offer, and defeated several notable Sith prior to his disappearance.

Details surrounding his disappearance are murky at best, and he is presumed dead.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

She nods at the Trandoshan, then points to a rather nice looking cantina. Starting at the cantina, the two then race across this section of the planet trolling for rumors, hints and clues.

[roll0]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

Together, Rissy and Surrj are unable to turn up anything trolling through the bars, cantinas, and restaurants. Nobody seems to have heard of Tienbaru Sadaki, until they come across a protocol droid who overhears them asking a hostess at a restaurant. The prissy protocol droid with silver casings butts into the conversation.

"Excuse me, but if are you referring to Jedi Master Tienbaru Sadaki, I'm afraid you may be disappointed. According to my files of the recent war to overthrow the One Sith, Master Sadaki went missing several years ago, and is presumed killed in action," the droid said.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy nods her head, "Do you know where he died, or at least his last known location?"

[MintyNinja]

"Or do you happen to know the names of any apprentices he may have had?" Surrj adds as a faint sense of familiarity tugged at the back of his mind.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

(Rissy, Surrj)

"I'm sorry sir, my files on the recent conflict are not very extensive," the droid replied with a stiff half-bow, "I'm not much more than an interpreter."

The semi-daylight of the city has turned to twilight, and soon it will be fully dark, not that that matters much; automatic lights activate, illuminating the streets and byways. The crowds do not lessen, in fact, they seem to grow even more dense, if that's possible.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble hops back onto the swoop and invites her companion to hope on in front of her, "Looks like we'll need to do some deeper digging if we want to fins this Jedi. We could attempt to find someone connected to him, perhaps an old friend or underling?"

[MintyNinja]

"Perhaps, but maybe the others had better luck," Surrj says as he pulls the Swoop into the air. They had spent an entire day here and all they had really accomplished was pissing off their boss's boss. There were non-productive days, but this was a new low. "In either case, it looks like we're going to have to get back on track for the Kessel Dealer. Any thoughts on that front?"

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The woman, in a rather coy manner, merely states, "Bring your big guns."

[MintyNinja]

"Speaking of, watch where you put your hands. I know for a fact that humans don't regenerate," Surrj says. The weight of his ax and hammer proved that his tools were still pressed against his back and a quick glance reassured him that the knife-blaster still sat plainly on his hip. Big guns were not a problem.

[Noedig]

Mikael shrugged and continued on his way. He sent Surrj a message.

No leads. Continuing search. Also, did we make contact with the S here?

Time ticked on to the afternoon and Mikael found himself wandering deeper into the city-planet. He kept an eye out for a nice club or bar. He had a few things on his mind, chief among them was a good time.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj pulled the Swoop to a stop outside the hotel and instead of dismounting, he said, "Feels a bit early. I'm gonna check out some of the nightlife. I'll see you tomorrow." While he's parked he types out a quick reply to Mikael, "Yeah. Spoiled a breakfast. Boss is a bit pissed at us. Should stick to the job tomorrow. We are the little fish here. I'm free now, meet up?" Depending on the scarred human's response, Surrj will fly off to the depths of the cityscape to find his friend or a relatively clean casino.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

Mikael is able to gain entrance to a club for a nominal fee of 25 credits. This gets him a complimentary drink. Suggestively clad women gyrate on the dance floor, and on several stages scattered about the edges of the dark room. Lights flash in time with the beat, and its almost impossible to have any kind of conversation. A lot of people seem to be high on life, or something else, and everyone seems to be having a good time, even the employees. Two men start a drunken fistfight, but they are quickly tossed out by large bouncers, some of which Mikael is certain are not human. Due to the time of day, the club is not packed, and there is space to move about, but the booths are roped off and vacant.

[Noedig]

Mikael raised his glass to Surrj as he walked in. He'd sat at a part of the bar that afforded him the best view of the floor and the main entrance.

"There's my favorite reptile. Shame about your bounty falling through. Still, looked like a serious case of bad news if you asked me. You recall our first encounter with their kind, in the caves? That was decidedly unpleasant."

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble walks up to her room, orders room service and tires to relax some while watching the holonet.

[Qazarar]

Marren decides to spend the interim between the time with Mikael and the job wandering the streets. It has been so long since he was in such a large urban area, that he's sure he can find something of interest before then.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

Marren wanders the streets of Coruscant. The crowds are almost oppressive, with sentients hurrying this way and that, walking with haste, heedless of who they might be brushing past as they bustle to and fro. Almost any kind of entertainment imaginable presents itself, from street vendors to restaurants to bars to gambling halls and sports arenas. Advertisements of all types bombard the senses, blending into a background buzz of noise. Here and there, he can still see evidence of new construction, areas rebuilt after they were destroyed in the recent conflict.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj sits with Mikael and orders a drink for himself. "It wasn't so bad for me, I almost had him," he says with a wide grin. After a swig he adds, "I would like to take the master as well, if not for the bounty, then for the challenge itself. Not everyone can say that they've bested a warrior of such caliber."

[Noedig]

Mikael chuckled.

"And if the dead could speak, we'd get to hear how many of them tried. Tell me though, do the point still count if the fight is less than fair?"

[MintyNinja]

Surrj takes a moment to think about the question, and sip his drink, before answering. "I suppose such a question is often pondered by the Tribal Elders on Trandosha, but few of those elders took any time to relay such findings to my tribe. We were rovers, raiders, and never too concerned with the petty politics of the other tribes. I stepped away from them while I was barely more than a child, on the surface of Kashyyyk. I have not crossed paths with many from my home world, and even less that knew the thoughts of the elders."

[Noedig]

"So in other words, the rules are open to interpretation. Which would suggest, to me at least, that the only interpretation that matters is yours. I see no elders or rule mongers; why be constrained by protocol at all?"

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The next day dawns sunny and bright, or at least it would be if not for the massive skyscrapers all around blocking out the Sun. Surrj receives an automatic update from the bounty office listing a blanket bounty on Sith lords, apprentices, and anyone giving them shelter. Aside from that, there is a motley assortment of bounties on the above, as well as various notorious smugglers and pirates who have managed to make a name for themselves. The Hutts and the Syndicate are notably absent from the list. Unfortunately, there's not much in the way of names or exact locations for any of the bounties, often there's not even a race. Most of the bounties are suggested to be in the outer rim somewhere, and there are none in the core worlds.

Once again the city beckons, the center of trade and politics of the entire galaxy.

[MintyNinja]

"Aside from some key aspects, yes, interpretation is relatively open. However, each hunter has his own pride to contend with and his own sense of what is and is not worthy of a Jagganath Point. To me, the only way to honor the Scorekeeper is to take the life of another, most often with my own hands. Droids and lesser creatures don't count, in that sense, but every person alive is a viable target. And any Jedi, so full of life as they are, is definitely a target," Surrj says to the scarred man.

The morning alarm wakens the large Trandoshan from his fitful slumber and he rolls out of his cheap bed with a half asleep reluctance. After a moment of reorienting himself, Surrj shuts off the alarm and dresses in his dark clothes and weapons. The previous night wasn't exactly clear, but the snippets he remembered were calm enough. Pushing the groggy thoughts from his mind, he looks through the collection of bounties and other information passed to his datapad via holonet. It seemed to be a pretty average haul in regards to variety, but no one he knew jumped out at him from the many names. Today was a work day. Today they needed to make contact with the Kessel dealer and get themselves in gear. "Riss. Wake up. It's time to work," he said to the woman, not checking if she was there, awake or otherwise.

[Noedig]

"I see. What's your score? And for the matter, how do you report to the scorekeeper? Is there more than one? Because that would make more sense, given that there are an awful lot of Dosh roaming the galaxy and one being can't process all of that."

Mikael stood at the window and smoked a cigarette, rolling the lighter in his hand. Last night had been good, and significantly easier on his pocket than he'd anticipated. He'd spend a little more next time. If this job went well, he'd be able to start putting away money. Purchase more specialized equipment. Start looking for side jobs. Maybe help Surrj with some bounties here and there, stay on his good side. The Syndicate could have jobs for demo-man. Explosives were showy, a good way to send a message. Lot's of collateral damage on a planet like this though.

He exhaled a lung full of smoke and stared out in to the crowds for a few minutes, finished his cigarette and then got dressed. He hefted his gear bags and walked to Surrj's room and gave a soft knock on the door.

"You up?"

[MintyNinja]

Surrj finished his third drink as Mikael asked his question and his orange, reptilian eyes stared at the scarred human for a solid ten seconds. Then he laughed, in his rough, growling laugh, as he ordered another drink. "There is one Scorekeeper, and she tallies the scores of those hunters that have died. Only then, does one's score become final, and the higher one's score, the closer to the Scorekeeper one is in the afterlife. In my twenty-five years I have earned a score of forty-three. Twenty of which has been in your company, working for our employers. One could say I've found the right line of work."

[Noedig]

Mikael knocked back his third drink as well then tapped the bar twice with his knuckles. The bartender arrived, a great fat...thing of indeterminate species and gender.

"Two more. On the rocks."

The bartender waddled off and Mikael turned back to Surrj.

"Ah. So the Scorekeeper is a goddess. Noted. You'll forgive me, I'm not well versed in Dosh religion. Is forty-three a good number? I would surmise that, given you particular style, it would at least be somewhat significant. Melee combat is exceptionally lethal, and many die before they become very good at it."

[MintyNinja]

"For my age, forty-three is very good. Some hunters live their entire lives only broaching fifty points. Many are captured, and reset to zero, forcing them to work even harder in their later years if only to reach their peers. My goal is to reach 150, higher than all in my tribe, matched only by the greatest hunters of our race. Matched by the hero Kraad, who died with 150 Jagganath Points to his name," Surrj says solemnly. He takes his new drink and drains half of it in a single swig, his expression turning pensive. "If I keep at this pace I may even surpass him, and such thoughts keep me cautious. Most hunters of my age are too proud and boastful of their scores. It makes them a target. They are often captured or killed without honor. That is not the path I would choose for myself."

Suurj goes to the door, gear at the ready. "Yes. A moment," he says before he turns towards Rissy. "We'll be down below, probably check in on the ship. You've got the contact info, you let us know what you find out." He leaves the room and gestures Mikael downstairs. "We should check up on the ship, it has been a few days and I'm sure Marren would appreciate the thought." The two leave the hotel and Surrj starts up his Swoop bike, waiting for Mikael to agree or disagree.

[Noedig]

Mikael grinned and knocked back his third drink.

"One hundred away from glory. That's not so many, if you think about it. When the war heats back up near Titan, we can double that. Easily. I'm betting you'll get at least ten here. Things always go to **** on these sorts of missions. There'll be blood, and points, have no doubt."

"Sure. Hope it's not been towed or we'll have to cut our way off the planet."

[MintyNinja]

"Cheers to that!" Surrj says as he downs the rest of his drink.

OOC: Good spot to end that night? Or did you have more in mind?

Nodding in agreement, Surrj takes them both off the surface of the platform and into the morning rush of traffic. Ducking, dodging, weaving, and bobbing between the stream of flying metal and repulsorlifts, the two of them make decent time, all things considered. Within fifteen minutes they're in sight of the landing area that holds the ship.

OOC: I guess that's also as far as we can go on our own in this timeline, too.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The human groggily wakes up after being roused by the Trandoshan. Apparently staying up late watching the holonet and taking an extra long bath was too much for the poor woman. She dawns her skin tight suit and lays the beautiful cloak over top. She meets her companions downstairs and follows them out into the busy sky streets of Coruscant.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

Surrj is able to do a quick flyby of the ship, nothing seems out of order.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy taps her communicator, "The ship is probably fine. Do we have surveillance on board?"

[MintyNinja]

"Not that I know of," Surrj replies. "Marren might have added something, but I did my best to stay out of his way. Are we ready to make contact? This job needs to get done soon."

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The woman yawns as she plunks down in the hotel's lobby for a continental breakfast. She looks down at her datapad and sighs, I suppose we should call that... Bothan, now. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting too long." She smiles ever so slightly at the thought of a Bothan pulling his fur out in anxiety. Rissy pulls the number of the contact up on her computer and dials it into the comm. "This is Ms. Qorbin, I was sent to contact you about a... Meeting."

[MintyNinja]

Seeing that the ship does indeed seem fine, Surrj pulls the swoop in a slow loop and makes his way gradually back to the hotel. Along the way he stops off for breakfast from a street vendor, covering Mikael's as thanks for the drinks the night before. A few minutes later the two of them stroll back into the hotel, apparently ready to carry on with the day.

[Noedig]

Mikael hefts his bag as they walk.

"We need to talk to Ms. Quorbin about how she wants to play this. Where she wants us, who she wants at the meet, etcetera."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

A garbled voice issues from the comlink's speaker.

"Good. Come to the Carnivora restaurant, 1200 hours galactic standard time, today. Tell them you have a reservation on the second floor. Don't be late," the voice says.

The line goes dead.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj nods his agreement with Mikael as they enter the lobby and find Rissy there with her own breakfast, apparently on her comlink. Without saying anything, he sits at the table and waits for the news.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

She nods as her companions take a seat. Just as they get comfortable, a voice comes over the line and delivers the instructions. The line goes dead. The noble smiles and takes a bite of her breakfast before informing her allies of the news, "We have a dinner date tonight, at 1200 GST. Second floor of the Carnivora restaurant." Rissy considers the information a bit before continuing her meal. After a fashion she states, "Do either of you know anything about this restaurant? I'm hoping it is more casual and/or spacer friendly. Goodness knows I do not need and excuse to buy yet another fancy dress." She pauses for a moment then asks rather bluntly, "What do Trandoshans consider acceptable for formal wear?" She turns her attention to Mikael, "At least you'd be easy to shop for."

[MintyNinja]

Checking the function on his datapad before responding, Surrj says, "1200 hours is midday. We don't have time for fancy clothing, I'm sure if we are able to look imposing we'll make the right impression." He also wasn't sure what would constitute formal wear for his people, as most of the Dosh he met were bounty hunters or spacers. Practical people by necessity. If Carnivora were a high-class hole in the ground then he supposed the patrons would be in for a shock. "Mikael brought up a point, earlier. Who do you want coming to the meet? All four of us? Or do you want someone nearby ready to support?"

[Felhammer]

Rissy

A frown is drawn across the noble's face when she realizes the meeting will not be worthy of a spy novel, rather it will be far more mundane and uninteresting. "I need muscle to back me up. We could use a man on the outside but... I would feel better if you two and our other companion were with me. These negotiations will most likely become... aggressive. Better to have a unified front in that case. Defintely park your speeder nearby and hire a taxi to wait outside. Can the ship be remotely piloted and/or do we have a droid pilot?"

[Qazarar]

Marren arrives to breakfast in time to catch the tail end of the conversation, and steps over to respond. "We did recently acquire an astromech droid, who could fly if necessary. It can't pull of anything spectacular but if the piloting portion is simple, it shouldn't be a problem. At least for long enough for me to get behind the controls."

[MintyNinja]

"Right, and I can have the Swoop nearby, ready to fly," Surrj agreed. "Anything else we need to cover?"

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy finishes her meal off, then states, In case things get out of hand, the code word for "Let's bail" is "Correllian Fish Stew." Other than that, I am ready to go.

[MintyNinja]

"Alright, I'll meet everyone there," Surrj says as he stands up. He had about three hours or so before the meet and he intended to familiarize himself with the area.

OOC: Surrj will look up directions to Carnivora on the Holonet and spend the next couple hours familiarizing himself with the area and the air space. This is mainly for RP, but if it happens to give him a small bonus to Piloting in the event of a chase or escape, that'd be great too. He'll have parked the Swoop across the closest approximation of a street there is in this situation and he'll be waiting for the others starting at 1145.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The group scopes out the meeting place. It is an upscale restaurant , at least a hundred fifty stories up. There is a landing platform available with valet parking, but most patrons would arrive via turbo lift from lower levels. The view from this high up is amazing, and out if the shadows of the ever present skyscrapers, the sky is a brilliant blue, with a few clouds skidding across. Above it all, streams of traffic continue to flow uninterrupted.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble admires the view, "This is much more upscale than I had imagined. Deals like this are usually hashed out in the backs of seedy cantinas, full of drunks and spice addicts. Good to see our potential friends have good taste." She pays the taxi driver a fair sum, then asks, "How much for you to wait out here for us? Shouldn't be more than a half hour." Rissy flutters her eye lashes and tries to make nice with the driver. after that, she and her companions wait for their Trandoshan friend to arrive before heading in.

Since the bike is being stashed, I figured Taxi was a good option for the rest of us.

Persuasion: [roll0] <--- :smallannoyed: Obviously the pilot is a dumb droid. :smalltongue:

[MintyNinja]

Surrj emerges from around the corner as he recognizes Rissy's form leave the taxi. His Swoop bike is parked nearby, not to far from the entrance. With a gesture, he motions for the group to continue to the restaurant.

OOC: Little lost. Where are we? Are we on some lower platform, not getting valet parking? Or is there room to park right in front of Carnivora?

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The restaurant itself is lavish, with a well lit interior and stone, perhaps marble, floors. The sound of clinking silverware and glasses greets you as you enter. The air inside is slightly warmer than the cool air 150 stories up, and the smell of spiced meat washes over you. Servers wheel around carts with various slabs of meat on them, occasionally stopping by a table and cutting off a few slices for patrons.

A pretty hostess wearing a white blouse, dark vest, heels, and a slightly too short black skirt greets you at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation?" she asked.

[Noedig]

Mikael motioned Surrj to one side and paused on the way to the door.

"Surrj, hey! Real quick; I mean no disrespect, but I think it would be best if you waited out here. We need our escape covered and an ace in the hole if things get ugly inside. Plus...well I'll be honest. You aren't exactly dressed for the establishment, and they're not going to let you in with your kit, which limits your effectiveness in the meeting to near zero. We cannot afford a poor impression with these people. Your meeting with the heads on this planet went badly enough already. Not your fault, we just didn't know the lay of the land. But if we kark this up by presenting ourselves badly and the Bothan walks, how much do you think they're going to like us then? I intend to live a trifle longer, and you still need a hundred points. You are a valuable asset and my friend, so please understand that I truly mean no slight to your honor."

Mikael smiled as best as he was able, and adopted a polite and cheery tone. He wondered absently if she was being brusque for a particular reason. Most hosts or maître d' were far more personable.

"Good afternoon! We have a reservation for 1200 hours G-S-T on the second floor."

[MintyNinja]

Surrj stops and listens to the scarred man, at first feeling angry, but soon seeing the reasoning behind his friend's words. Then he notices how Mikael has worded his plea, He's afraid of me, eh? I suppose that's a natural reaction to fighting beside someone… what of the others? Rissy hasn't seen combat with us, so she only has her own suspicions. Marren, he's been with us since the beginning. He's seen what I can do. He may not even call it fear, but perhaps respect... Outwardly, Surrj only nods slowly before saying, "You're right. Better to have eyes out here anyways. Keep in contact, and remember, for the sake of this mission, consider these doors to be south."

As the others enter the restaurant, Surrj returns to his Swoop bike and takes the machine into the air. Flying leisurely loops around this and the surrounding buildings, keeping his eyes open for any potential interlopers or ambushes.

Perception: [roll0]
Pilot if needed: [roll1]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The hostess did an admiral job of hiding her gut reaction to seeing Mikael's face, plastering a smile across her lips.

"I'm.. sorry, we don't have a-" she started, but was cut off by a man in his late 20's wearing a dark restaurant uniform.

"Ah, it's okay, I'll seat them," he said, "right this way, please."

The blonde hostess looked a bit confused, but nodded, apparently the man was her manager, or at least her superior in some way. He led the way to a table in the back, near the entrance to the kitchens. The brown furred bothan saw you immediately as you follow the manager into the restaurant proper. He sat at a booth, alone save for a datapad and a half-finished drink of some blue liquid on the table. He gestured for you to sit opposite him, where there is ample room. The booth seats are plush and soft, and very comfortable. The table itself is polished wood, with individual place settings for each guest. The bothan's gaze lingers for a moment on Mikael's face, but he betrays no emotion.

"Welcome," he said, "are you hungry?"

He glanced to a console mounted on the wall, where apparently you can scroll through a menu and order dishes. No more than a few seconds after you're all seated, one of the waiters with the carts loaded with meat rolls through, and offers to cut off a few slices for you.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The woman nods graciously to the Bothan, "I am pleased to meet you in person." She was about to answer "no" to the Bothan's query but the food arrived before such a reply could be uttered. She looked the food over and nodded once more, this time indicating her desire for a slice, "We thank you for your hospitality."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The bothan smiles. You aren't really sure if it's a predatory smile or a genuine one.
"Don't worry, they'll keep coming around, but if you want to order anything specific, use the panel," he said.

He engaged in small talk for about ten minutes before getting down to business.

"So, explain to me why we should risk our product in such an unstable system, especially when it appears you don't have full control of the situation, as it were," he said. He then leaned back, fur rippling gently.

Roll persuasion for the small talk to change his attitude.

After that, make three rolls: persuasion (negotiate), persuasion (intimidate), deception, or any combination of the three. If you want to tell him the truth and convince him it's worth it to cut a deal anyway, use persuasion (negotiate). If you want to embellish or otherwise obfuscate the true situation in the Muiridon/Kalatar system and on Titan 1 (i.e. that you're in competition with the Hutts and you just wiped out one of Tereez Caer'bun's rivals' delivery teams). If you want him to give you a good deal because you're the big bad Syndicate, and he should do it if he knows what's good for him, use persuasion (intimidate).

Persuasion (negotiate) has the highest DC and best chance of success for a long term deal/relationship, deception is middle of the road, and persuasion (intimidate) has the lowest DC, will likely get you the best deal today, but has long-term negative repercussions, and has the worst consequences if you fail.

Anyone who is in the room with Tereez can aid any of the rolls (just vroll 3d20 without the skill if Felhammer hasn't posted yet, and we'll add in modifiers later). I'll award a small circumstance bonus (up to +3) for RP but we're still trying to get hyperbolic in so we're not going to RP out the whole thing. Best of luck.

Edit: Felhammer, don't forget to indicate in the persuasion roll (if you make any) whether you're going for honesty/negotiation or intimidation.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble finishes a final bite of the food that has been provided and takes a moment to wipe her face in a very dignified manner that, more or less, indicates that the chit chat has ended and it is time to get down to brass tacks. After talking with the Bothan, she knows he will need some prodding to sign the contract, most likely a mixture of negative campaigning about the competition with a fair dose of "we're obviously the better people to deal with" rhetoric. After clearing her throat, Rissy begins, "Why should you risk your product with us? We're young, vibrant and hungry. The Hutts are ancient and beyond greedy. You will never get a fair shake with them. Period. You know this, I know this. The Hutts are in this game for themselves, they do not care about you, me or anyone else involved in the operation. They would sell their own parents out if it was profitable, what do you think they will do to you when they grow tired of your organization? At worst they will hire bounty hunters to track each of your down and flay you alive. At best they will sell you out to the authorities. Either way, you lose." She lets that point sink in for a moment before pressing the advantage, "You, my friend, need better partners. We are those better partners. We do not have complete control over the sector but that will come in time, I assure you. We have already enacted several plans to eliminate the competition, each and everyone of them has proven quite beneficial for our organization. With your product, our domination will become an inevitability. We will provide you with a stable market, you provide us with a stable supply. Simple and easy."


I like to live dangerously!

Persuasion Negotiate: [roll0]
Deception: [roll1]
persuasion (intimidate){ [roll2]

[Noedig]

Mikael refrained from eating at the table. Public dining was a rather disconcerting affair for him, as his lack of lips meant food would sometimes escape his mouth.

"If I might add a point as well; the Hutts have displayed a rather amateurish lack of sincerity in guarding their products and their teams. Myself and a group of three of our men, all highly trained professionals, broke up a sale being run by ten or so of the Hutts' contingent. I won't bore you with tactical details, but I will say that quality greatly won out over quantity. It was laughable really."

He took a sip of water from a straw.

"We, on the other hand, take the security of our products and our suppliers very seriously. If you had been sided with them at the time, you would be staring at a significant loss of product and profit for the month I wager. That sort of cavalier attitude when it comes to this business is idiotic and an immensely poor investment. Standing with us gives you not only a profitable market, but also a secure market."

I would consider what Mikael is saying to be the truth, so this will be a persuasion roll. I don't recall the exact number of hostiles, but I feel like it was around ten. I will roll the others as well, just to have them out there if we need them.

Rolls:
Persuasion [roll0]
Deception [roll1]
Intimidate [roll2]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The group and Tereez Caer'bun went back and forth for nearly an hour, with Rissy leading the negotiations. The bothan proved himself a skilled and experienced negotiator, but through pulling out nearly every trick she had in her book, Rissy was able to secure what she considered to be a fair deal, a rather large sum of credits for 400kg of uncut, refined Kessel spice. There would probably need to be a renegotiation within three to six months, but it was a good start.

Finally, hands are shaken around the table, the deal is done.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Tereez said, "come to the undercity, forty-nine stories below plate level, this building. There's a small landing platform there. I'll introduce you to the handlers and deliver the goods. They'll be going with you back to Kalatar. Six pm galactic standard, don't be late," he said.

Tereez got up and left, leaving you to pay the bill, 250 credits.

Through her knowledge in galactic lore, Rissy knows its not easy to get ships through the plate which forms Coruscant's ground level and separates the undercity from the rest of the planet. A closed top speeder large enough for everyone would probably fit, and you might be able to squeeze a skiff through if you can find a gap large enough, but there's no way you'd be able to get the entire ship down there. Surrj's speeder will fit no problem.

If you could take an elevator down, that would make the journey a lot easier. There's a chance the building has a working elevator that could be rigged to descend to the undercity, but that would require someone with knowledge in mechanics or computers to override the safety protocols.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy was upset with herself, she was supposed to be on the of the best negotiators around but this Bothan... Proved quite vexing. She would remember that for their next encounter. She is roused from her thoughts by an invitation to go down stairs. Thinking quickly, the noble states, "I would be pleased to do so but, I need to visit the lady's room first." With a curt nod, she saunters off to the restroom. Almost immediately she pulls out her comm and calls Surrj, "Deal went down. Not a great bargain but adequate. The Bothan wants us to go down forty-nine stories below plate level, inside this building. Do you want to shadow us or meet up and head down as a unit?"

[MintyNinja]

"If I'm forced to find my own way down it's not gonna be pretty or discreet. Let's regroup," Surrj says. He's thankful that his group survived the meeting but he was still on edge from feeling so useless. "Do we have a timeframe?"

OOC: Felhammer, that wasn't an invitation downstairs, that was him informing you of the next meet. 5 hours from now, way down below.

[Felhammer]

Lost track of time. I thought the negotiations took a bit longer.

RISSY

"Regroup it is. I suggest we scope the place out once the Bothan leaves. I don't want him seeing you... I'd rather you be a delightful little surprise." Her tone is playful and cheery, a marked difference from when the conversation began.

[MintyNinja]

"Alright. This is a large building, I suggest we get in from somewhere a little less conspicuous than the restaurant. I'll do a fly-by," Surrj says as he powers up his swoop bike. As Rissy and the others recollect themselves the large Trandoshan flies up and down the different sides of the building looking for more public access to the inside lifts.

Perception: [roll0]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The building has a trio of turbolifts on the outside of each its four sides, the better to witness the view of the city. A quick inspection by Surrj reveals that these don't go below the plate level, as he can easily see the plate itself when the lift ascends. The public internal turbolifts are of two varieties, freight and general. The freight elevators are larger and you might be able to fit Surrj's swoop inside one if you stood it upright, while the public elevators would not be large enough. The hard part would be getting the swoop inside and to the freight elevator without dozens of people wondering what you're doing. The lower floors of the building are a gigantic retail shopping mall.

Either the freight elevators or normal turbolifts could be rigged to override the safety protocols and access the undercity (or the private apartment levels) with a little rewiring. There's no real security in the building, at least not that you can see.

Mechanics DC 20 to hotwire the turbolift.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj reports back to the team with his findings and suggests that they take the simple route of leaving the Swoop behind as they descend. "Fully armed would be a tough sell for getting us through the shopping centre. Let's take a mid way entrance and descend from there." The Trandoshan seeks out an appropriate parking area somewhere above the shopping centre and reports his location to the rest of the team, instructing them to take the turbo lift to him before they tamper with it. If he's able to find a spot, Surrj will retrieve the 2 frag grenades from his Swoop bike and carry them with him.

OOC: I hope my actions are clear enough and that we can keep moving.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble completes her conversation with Surrj and heads out to meet up with her fellow party members. Seeing that the Bothan has left, she pulls her friends close and whispers, "We have a plan." The group heads out of the restaurant and finds some where out of the way and relatively out of ear shot. "I contacted Surrj, he's heading in via one of the mid way entrance. We're going to rendezvous with him via a turbolift, then hack the elevator for our own ends." With the plan in motion, Rissy heads down to the meet up spot with the other members of the party.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant

The well lit mall bustles with activity. Blue and white collar workers alike mingle in the food courts and in the promenades and open corridors of the building. Escalators ferry patrons up and down, while lines form in front of most of the elevators. The crowds dwindle with the end of lunch hour, however, and with a little bit of searching, you're able to find an unused elevator at the plate level.

[Noedig]

Mikael returned to the hotel and prepared his kit. He kept the team's comm channel open while he did so.

"Right, so elevator in. Are we doing elevator out as well? I'm not sure I like that. Too public, we're going to stick out like a sore thumb, and if we get into some trouble in the mall, it's going to get ugly for us. Can we do a skiff down instead?"

[Thundercracker]

With a quick search, Mikael finds skiffs are available for rent at 400 credits per day.

[MintyNinja]

"A skiff? Through a turbolift? Not likely. Come into the building at a different height and we'll head down early enough to scout a secondary exit," Surrj replies as he waits for the team to show up.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy heads to another elevator and meets up with her favorite Trandoshan - Surrj.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noble woman nods when she sees Surrj and looks to her other companion to handle the mechanical side of the elevator plan. She spares a thought or two for Mikael, who volunteered for the more dangerous aspect of the plan. It was also the more exciting part. She secretly envied him as lifts are so boring, while skiffs, skiffs are just made of fun.

[Qazarar]

Marren steps forward to the elevator, and reaches for his tools. This should take no time at all.

I'll take ten if I can. If not, [roll0]

[MintyNinja]

Surrj lumbers over as Marren finishes up and hails Mikael on the comlink, "We're a go. Green, Grey, and Miss Black on the move. Meet you below." Once the others are aboard the lift, Surrj nods for Marren to take them down.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

(elevator group)

With a few snips and twists, Marren is able to rewire the elevator to descend past the plate. It easily smashes and scrapes through a barrier of some kind, the pieces of shattered plasteel dropping down through the shaft untold kilometers, echoing away into silence. The floors below are dark, in contrast to the well-lit mall above. He rigs the elevator to stop at the correct level, and the doors open to a dark expanse. Mold grows everywhere, and the chill air is heavy with humidity. Dust occasionally falls from the ceiling, illuminated by the shafts of light from your flashlights, and you're fairly certain you can hear scrabbling within the walls, those that haven't decayed and fallen apart. Occasionally you pass piles of refuse, or makeshift tools, bones, or animal droppings. Dried blood spatters the walls in more than one place. The platform should be straight ahead and the group moves together, eager to get out. The darkness combined with the incessant whistling of the wind through cracks in the skyscraper's outer walls create an overall creepy atmosphere, and your senses are on high alert as you make your way through the ruined building.

A few minutes seems like an eternity, and more than once you catch the sound of some kind of small animal, skittering away as you pass through its territory. A large open doorway leads to the platform. Decayed and broken in places, the platform itself is crumbling, but it looks to be able to still function for its original use, at least in places where the supports are still strong. The platform is attached to the building, stretching two hundred and fifty feet or so along the side of the structure. Two defunct refueling stations sit on either side of the platform, the one on your left has some kind of creature's nest built onto the side of it. To your right, an entire section of the platform has broken off, and only a piece of the guardrail remains. Off in the distance, you swear you see the glow of a campfire in an adjacent building, but it vanishes quickly as a cloud moves in and cuts visibility to near zero. The whine of repulsorlifts approach, as do landing lights, illuminating the cloud, as Michael and his skiff arrive, perfect timing.

(Mikael)

Mikael is able to find an open top skiff easily enough, but finding a gap in the plates is another story. It's a good hour of flying around before he can find one large enough to fit the vehicle. Once below the plate, the atmosphere changes immediately. The air is dank, and moisture clouds skid through the gaps between the buildings, driven by wind currents. The facades of the buildings here are decayed, with lichen growing among them, some of it glowing a luminescent blue in the darkness. Mikael has to rely on sensors and travel slowly to navigate without crashing into one of the skyscrapers. Miles below, he can see the glow of artificial lights. Relying on navigational data from the city above, he's able to find the landing platform the bothan mentioned after an hour or so of travel through the darkness. He lands to find the other three just exiting the building onto the platform. The platform groans in protest, but holds firm.

Apologies for taking a few liberties with your characters' actions, but I'm eager to move this along.

[Noedig]

Mikael waved as he left the skiff.

"Glad to see you. So navigating this place is a trifle more difficult than I anticipated. But hey, we've got options now, right?"

[MintyNinja]

Surrj peered through the darkness as Mikael arrived, all to glad to have the mercenary back with the group. "Yeah, it looks like we might need them. We might also have some time to spare. Do you know your way out of here if it has to be in a hurry?"

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Your conversation is cut short as an elongated speeder arrives and drifts to a halt at the edge of the platform directly opposite the doorway, the whine of its engines fading away as they spin down. Its amber lights stay on, refracting against the cloud until it clears away, to reveal a hawk-wing door opened towards you. A brown-skinned leather-clad person who looked like he might have passed for human, except for an extra pair of arms, stepped out of the interior, the wide barrel of a heavy blaster cannon leading the way. Tereez Caer'bun, now dressed in sleek black polished body armor, followed close behind, while another four-armed person stepped out and moved to the rear of the speeder. He slung his blaster rifle across his back, opened the trunk, and ushered out a small hoversled with a large crate balanced on it.

"You're early," Tereez said with a wolfish grin, "I like that."

On second look, the elongated faces and pointed ears of Tereez's companions are clearly alien in nature.

Galactic lore or life sciences 20:
The two aliens are codru-ji, a xenophobic race from the Outer Rim

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy silently curses to herself when she sees the karking Bothan. Putting on a smile, she responds, "Hello Tereez. We are indeed a bit early but we wished to ensure that there would be no... Hiccups for when we arrived at the designated time. I hope our sudden arrival is not worrisome. Perhaps we could just complete the transfer now?"

Persuasion: [roll0]

[MintyNinja]

So that's the Bothan… doesn't seem to be Dro'ma, but if it were a disguise would I really be able to tell? Surrj's thoughts eventually wander away from Tereez and to his companions. "Codru-Ji. Seems we're not the only Outer Rim muscle down here," he says with a small laugh.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

The whine of repulsorlift engines heralds the arrival of another vehicle. A pair of skiffs, each as large as the one Mikael rented, cruise around the side of the building. On the front of each, below the bow, sits a blaster cannon turret. As they cruise closer, blast doors hiss shut over the doorway Surrj Marren and Rissy exited through, trapping you on the platform.

One of Tereez's bodyguards snaps his weapon up at the group.

"They have betrayed us!" he said in accented Basic, but Tereez calmly placed one hand on the barrel of the weapon and pushed it towards the ground, then turned to face the two skiffs.

The top hatch of one of them opened up and a Rodian popped his head and torso out.

"Well well, if it isn't Tereez Caer'bun, and my old friends from Kalatar, trapped like fish in a barrel," he said. Surrj, Mikael and Marren recognize the Rodian as Kleepo Torga, a bounty hunter who worked with the Hutts. He narrowly escaped after attempting to kidnap two of their female comrades.

"What do you want, Torga?" Tereez asked.

"I'll take that shipment there," he said, "and I'll take you as well. You should have bargained with Drayko."

"Over my dead body," Tereez muttered. He snapped a pistol out of a holster and fired a shot at the Rodian, missing by inches. Kleepo ducked his head back down inside the skiff as the two vehicles peeled off, turrets taking a bead.

Roll initiative. Someone move for Mikael.
Map: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AoRxu5WFS11KdDMzMlZNLU56YWxOcU9oc2hKUkJQM kE#gid=0

[MintyNinja]

Surrj's eyes light up as he recognizes Kleepo Torga and he quickly whispers through his comlink to his team, "5K on Torga alive. 1 dead." As the shooting starts, Surrj draws his new Power Hammer and runs over to the abandoned mynock nest, taking cover.

Swift: Draw Weapon.
Double Move to I-43.

Mikael rolls his eyes as basically the exact thing he predicted would happen, happens. He splits from the group and ducks behind the skiff for safety. This was why he brought his kit.

Double Move to Q-42. Was one square off of doing it in one action -_-

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Marren and Rissy follow Surrj and Mikael beneath the abandoned mynock nest. The two skiffs open fire on Tereez's speeder, blasting the engine block. Pieces of shrapnel go flying and a glowing red molten slag is left where the engine used to be mounted to the rear quarter.

"My speeder!" Tereez shouted, and ran forward to where the low vehicle could be used as cover, pretty much all it was good for now, firing a few shots from his blaster pistol. The two Codru-ji follow behind, and open fire with their weapons, the rapid fire of the heavy blaster cannon scorching the side of one of the skiffs, but doing little more than superficial damage. One of the skiffs dips below the platform and out of sight, while the other picks up altitude attempting to get around your cover, its turret swivelling to try and find a bead on anyone exposed.

The service stations have an interior, and looking through the broken windows, it doesn't look like there's much inside, but at least the roof will give you some overhead cover.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Ducking behind cover, the noble looks around and says, "This turned out well. Doesn't, matter. Right now, we need to kill this guy dead. I believe in you guys, we can DO THIS!" She stares into Surrj's eyes, "This burden falls mostly on your shoulders. Kill this karking nerf herder dead."

Swift: Born Leader: All allies in my Line of Sight gain +1 insight bonus on Attack rolls.

Standard: Trust: I give up my Standard action so another character, in this case, Surrj, can gain an extra Standard or Move action!

[MintyNinja]

Surrj takes in what Rissy's saying and a realization dawns on him: She's relying on him to solve this. She's expecting him to be able to take down two heavily armed skiffs that know enough to keep their distance. This was not his ideal battlefield, but nonetheless he had to make an effort. Drawing his Vibro Pistol with one hand and carrying his Power Hammer in the other, he steps out of cover and fires a couple of shots at the turret of the closest skiff.

Swift: Draw Vibro-Pistol
Move: to J-40.

Action 1: Ranged Attack at Turret.
[roll0] to hit.
[roll1] Energy Damage.

Action 2: Ranged Attack at Turret.
[roll2] to hit.
[roll3] Energy Damage.

Mikael sees the problem for what it is and knows that his jetpack won't get him close enough to the enemies to do much more than crash and burn, so he also fires at the Turret of the nearest enemy skiff.

Action: Ranged Attack at Turret.
[roll4] to hit.
[roll5] Energy Damage.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Marren aims his targeting blaster rifle at the skiff, holding his breath to get a better shot. The red bolt sizzles and punches through the turret, narrowly missing the gunner inside, while both of Surrj's impact against the ship's armored plating. Mikael's blaster bolt knocks off one of the plates, leaving it hanging.

The skiff returns fire at Tereez and the Cordu-Ji, apparently assessing the heavy blaster cannon as the biggest threat. A swarm of angry red bolts slam into the platform around the speeder; it would be a miracle if anything survived.

autofire: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]x2

The situation is very grim. It is unlikely you'll be able to escape on Mikael's unarmed skiff, and there's no cover by the blast door, meaning any attempt to hotwire it open would expose you to withering fire from the two skiffs. Surrender (except for Surrj) might be a good idea.

Then, screaming in from the skiff's left, a dark blue open top speeder careens into the firefight, rear mounted blaster cannon turret firing at a target below the platform. You hear a few explosions, and the enemy skiff veers back above the platform, venting smoke and flames out of the port side, before crashing onto the platform with a horrible screeching sound of twisting metal. The newly arrived speeder is close behind, intending to finish the job. The second skiff, however, turns its aim and unleashes a burst of fire, scoring a direct hit on the nose of the new speeder. The dark blue speeder goes down in a plume of smoke, and the entire platform groans from the impact of the two vehicles crashing.

Gial: You watch as the droid behind you expertly takes out the skiff's intake. It barely has enough power to make it above the platform before crash landing. Your victory is shortlived, however, as you feel the impact of several laser blasts on the speeder, shattering the windshield. Your brain has just enough time to register the fact that the second skiff has just shot you down before you are thrown against the seat in front of you as the speeder crash-lands (take [roll2] damage). The two battle droids, unshaken by the crash, exit the vehicle and begin threat assessment.

Miraculously, Tereez and the two Codru-Ji appear to be unharmed. They actually look surprised they are still alive. The three of them hustle inside the service station, the second Codru-Ji diving through a window.

Two B-2 battle droids exit the crashed speeder, one from a now useless blaster turret, and open up their wrist blasters, scanning the area for threats. Their scans pass right over the party and Tereez and his bodyguards, but apparently none of you are on their targets list.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noblewoman curses under her breath, "Kark me!" She watches the droids offload, "Kark me again!" Rissy turns her attention to Surrj, "What's the plan?"


Move Action: Go where directed by Surrj.

Standard: Give him my Standard Action.

[Hyperbolic sine]

Muttering Mon Calamarian curses, an aching Gial gets back on his feet and quickly moves away from the wreckage to take cover inside the refueling station; then he tries to assess the situation, trying to see whether there is something on the platform that could be used to take down the enemy skiff...a pistol isn't going to do much, and his aim isn't that good either.

"Take cover and aim for the gunner!" he shouts to the droids.

Swift: Stand up
Move to H16
Perception check: [roll0]

HP: 36/42

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Gial notices the turret from the crashed enemy skiff appears to be relatively undamaged, though the gunner has been killed. There appears to be movement in the gunnery pod of the crashed skiff; someone is trying to get the dead gunner out of the seat.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj watches the stranger even out the odds a bit and an idea comes to him. To Rissy he says, "Maintain contact with the Caer'bun. He needs to know we're all working together here." And with that Surrj ran out into the open, leaving his Power Hammer standing on it's head where he was a moment ago. Surrj holds his Vibro-Pistol in one hand as he runs, ready to use it for long shots and quick stabs should the need arise. He reaches the hover sled, makes sure it's activated, and starts pulling it back towards their partners.

Swift: Drop Item [Power Hammer] in J-40.
Move: From J-40 to I-36.
Move: Activate Hoversled (Actually a Swift, hope it works anyways)
Move: from I-36 to G-40.

Mikael takes another shot at the remaining skiff, glad that the newcomers are on his side.


Move: from Q-42 to M-44.

Born Leader still applies as Rissy is still within sight of Mikael, because I'm posting first :smalltongue:
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

Also, I know I'm not playing Mikael the way Noedig is, but I'm also being careful not to be too risky with someone elses character.

[Qazarar]

Marren takes a shot at the remaining skiff, remaining wary of counterattack. He then moves closer to the cover provided by the refueling station, alongside Rissy.
Fighting Defensively: -5 to attack, +5 to Reflex
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Then I move from J-42 to I-43

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Rissy moved inside the refuelling station, to get out of line of sight of the remaining skiff. Tereez is inside, eyes casting about for anything he could use, but the station had been stripped bare long ago.

"These weapons won't do enough damage to take it down before we're all dead," he said to Rissy.

Surrj is able to grab the hoversled and haul it back, close to the refuelling station. Mikael and Marren's blasters do little more than singe the underside of the skiff as it flies overhead.

At the far end of the platform, several Rodians wearing light vests exit the crashed skiff, coughing black smoke from their lungs. Inside the turret, a single Rodian still struggles to remove the corpse from the gunnery chair.

The skiff roars by on a strafing run, blasting Surrj and the refuelling station, punching holes through the roof and throwing up red-hot dust and debris on the inside, but leaving the occupants unharmed. The weakened structure probably won't hold up to too much more punishment, however.

autofire [roll0]
damage: [roll1]x2, half damage on a miss.
Edit: Surrj takes no damage because they didn't hit reflex 10.

The two battle droids heed Gial's command and rush into the refuelling station, then lean out of the windows to take pot shots at the skiff as it passes by overhead.

attack: [roll2]
damage: [roll3]
attack: [roll4]
damage: [roll5]

The red blaster bolts simply melt into the skiff's armor, doing no visible damage.

[Hyperbolic sine]

"Tch!"

Of course the blaster weren't going to do anything to the skiff...but the turret would have.

"02, fire at will on those Rodians! 01, approach the enemy crashed skiff and take cover behind it, then seize control of the turret!"

Then, if the turret does not provide total cover, Gial carefully aims for the Rodian that is trying to get into the gunner's seat, pulling the trigger of his blaster pistol; otherwise, he shoots Rodian 4 while trying to remain hidden.

Swift x2: Aim OR Move: Snipe Stealth check [roll0]
Attack: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

Note: I forgot to actually move Gial on the map, fixed now.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noblewoman looks into the bothan's eyes and says, "We are going to get through this. We just need to work as a team! Follow Surrj's orders and we will get through this alive." She pauses then looks up to her trandoshan friend, "Your plan better work!"

Give Surrj my standard action.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Gial and the charging battle droid combine fire to take out the Rodian who was attempting to sit in the turret of the downed skiff, hitting him once in the shoulder and once in the head, spattering blood and bits of bone all over the inside of the turret. The other battle droid moves up and opens fire at the group of Rodians stumbling around outside the skiff, peppering them with blaster bolts. Black smoke continues to pour from the downed skiff, but there are no flames that you can see.

No enemy moves tonight, as Surrj, with an extra standard still needs to go and I don't know what his plan is. Mikael and Marren also to move.

[MintyNinja]

Sorry, lost track of the days.

Surrj

The large Trandoshan is about to finish hauling the hoversled into the refueling station, but he stops. Looking around, convinces him that it's about to fall down around their ears, so he pulls it around to the more protected corner, beside the mynock nest. While he's outside, he holsters his Vibro-Pistol and retrieves his Power Hammer. Coming into the station he says, "I'm no good at this distance. I've got a pair of frags to whoever can use them best."

Swift: Holster weapon.
Move: G-40 to J-43, leaving Hoversled in I-43 with Marren.
Move: Retrieve Power Hammer along the way.
Move: I-43 to G-42.

Mikael

The scarred man takes another pot-shot at the remaining skiff and makes his way into the refueling station with the others.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Move: M-44 to G-44.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Mikael's attack barely singes the side of the skiff. Tereez looks around as everyone begins to crowd into the refuelling station.

"What are we going to do?" he asked, "this thing isn't going to last much longer."
He gestured to the weakened structure of the refuelling station.

The four Rodians move out from the downed skiff and behind the crashed speeder. One of them appears to be carrying a rocket or grenade launcher of some kind.

Marren and the skiff still to go, I'll post tonight if he doesn't post by then, and it'll be the start of a new round.

[Qazarar]

Marren, noticing that one of the emerging Rodians is carrying a heavy weapon, mentally identifies him as the largest threat. He takes aim around the mynock nest and fires at him.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undecity

Marren carefully aims to avoid hitting the speeder, and tags the Rodian with the rocket launcher, dropping him and the weapon to the ground. The airborne skiff slides through the air as it banks around as if looking to make another attack run, but instead if pulls back into a hover, albeit still at least a hundred feet above you. The turret swivels around a bit, then settles on the refuelling station.

attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]x2

Lasers tear through one side of the station, destroying a wall, and punching through the platform, exposing the structural supports and the abyss beyond. Tereez and the Codru-Ji barely avoid falling through it, running to Mikael's skiff and taking potshots as they brace against the side of it. All three shots find their mark, but the blaster cannon looks to have hit something important, as a thin tendril of white smoke can now be seen trailing one of the engines.

[Hyperbolic sine]

"01, use the turret and take down the skiff! 02, reach that corner and fire at will on the Rodians! Gial orders through the comlink, and points his finger towards K17 when giving orders to 02.
---Updated---
Apparently 02's targeting protocols suffered a glitch...Gial aims and shoots to Rodian 3, trying to lessen the consequences of the droid's failure.

Swift x2: Aim
Attack in the OOC thread

[Noedig]

Mikael stared out at the situation and frowned. This was ugly, and if those rodians brought their launcher to bear, it was going to get worse.

"Marren, would you be so kind as to mount the skiff I brought. And you, the four-armed gentlemen! Could you please join him? We're going to get ourselves picked off if we stay here, and I for one haven't sampled enough of Coruscant's whores to accept that fate. Surrj, care to tag along? It'd help you put boots to asses, if you excuse the euphemism. Oh, and may I perchance borrow your grenades? I have a terrible plan."

He gestured as he spoke, not really looking at anyone, his eyes fixed on the rodians. He caught Rissy out of the corner of his eye.

"Ms. Quorbin, please.....um....hmm, suppose killing isn't particularly your field. Well, just keep up the good work. Maintaining morale is extraordinarily important in these situations."

He grinned as he slipped on his breathmask.

"Gentlemen, let's get a-killing!"

Free action to talk, holding until Rissy provides Marren with an extra action so he can board and pilot the skiff. Then Mikael will board with his move. Then things get interesting.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noblewoman smiles, "Mah bukee, I am no Beeogola Nechaska! I am fully capable of killing. I have done so before and will do so in the future. My karking problem is that these wakamancha kung are too karking far away for me to reliably shoot! Now get your Peedunky arse in gear and get us over those poodoo so we can drop some karking bombs and a raging TRANDOSHAN on them!"

Move onto the skiff, give my standard action to anyone who needs it.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj nods sharply as he hands the pair of frags to the scarred man. Someone with a plan was exactly what this situation needed. He jogs forward and finds a spot on the skiff, hoping that it doesn't explode before he gets to cut those Rodians apart.

Double move onto the skiff.

[Qazarar]

Marren follows after Surrj, over to the skiff. Moving quickly, he goes to the controls, and starts up the engine.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

One battle droid finishes clearing out the turret and moves into it while the other rounds the corner of the speeder and takes aim at the group of Rodians. Unfortunately, one of the Rodians smacks the droid's arm with his blaster rifle, throwing its aim off. All three of the aliens return fire at the droid. It takes a bolt straight in the chest but stays on its feet.

attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
attack: [roll2]
damage: [roll3]
attack: [roll4]
damage: [roll5]

The two Codru-Ji jump onto the skiff with the rest of the party, while Tereez Caer'bun dashes off and skids to a stop next to the downed speeder. The enemy skiff opens fire, raking turret fire over the group.

Rissy needs to double move to get onto the skiff, so she can't give up her standard action. You guys should be moving yourselves on the map; I took the liberty of moving for you, but going forward you should do it, so stuff like what might happen below I can't be blamed for:

enemy turret autofire: [roll6]
damage: [roll7]x2
50-50 roll: [roll8] 1= left group, 2 = right group.

Your turn.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy hops aboard the craft, looks to Marren and yells, "PUNCH IT!"

So if I double moved last turn, we could all get aboard. I give up my standard action this turn so Marren can turn the craft on and we can take off. This way we can all participate in the coming battle and I don't get left behind and become completely useless.

It doesn't really matter either way though. As Marren needs Rissy's Standard to turn the skiff on and Rissy needs to use two move actions to get aboard the craft. So the skiff is not moving until this turn anyway.

[Hyperbolic sine]

"01, take down that skiff! 02, fire at will on the rodians then fall back!" Gial barks in the comlink, then again waits to see what the droids manage to do before taking action himself.

Apologies for not posting yesterday, I knew I was going to be busy but I didn't expect not to have a single moment of free time.

[Qazarar]

Marren shifts the skiff into postition, now that everyone was onboard, and lifts it into the air. A quick maneuver brings it around toward the far end of the platform. He then flies it forwards, toward the downed craft, and the Rodians that fled it.

Pilot check goes somewhere, I presume. [roll0]
I will also, during the round, use Vehicular Combat to attempt to negate the first attack targeted at the skiff.

[Hyperbolic sine]

As soon as 01 moves back, Gial quietly approaches the corner of the speeder aiming to deliver a fatal blow to the wounded Rodian.

"Take this!" he whispers as he shoots.

Move to K17, Stealth check to move silently: [roll0]
Attacking Rodian 4: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Noedig]

Mikael frowned behind his mask. The Mon Cal was offering assistance, which was wonderful, but he was now in the way. The same could be said for their VIP. He sighed and pulled out his heavy pistol, snapping off a shot at the wounded Rodians.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

Sorry, meant RD4

[MintyNinja]

"Now this is more like it," Surrj says. Once they were right above the fray he draws his Power Hammer and jumps down over the side of the skiff. Landing on his feet, he charges at the rocket wielding Rodian.

Swift: Draw Power Hammer
Move: Jump Down to M-23. Taking 10 for 18 on the DC 15.
Standard: Charge to M-19, attacking RL.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] Include Condition Track Shenanigans.

My Reflex is now 17, until my next turn.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Marren expertly pilots the skiff near the remaining Rodians. Mikael and Gial combine fire to take down two of them, while Surrj jumps down and smashes the other with an overhead chop to the head, dropping him immediately.
The enemy skiff responds by opening fire on the group below, peppering those on board Mikael's skiff with searing laser blasts. The party avoids the worst of the assault, but several are hit by bits of burning slag thrown up from the flash-melted deckplates.
Marren, Mikael, and Rissy take 18.
Edit: Actually, Mikael has evasion, so he takes zero.

The overhead fire abruptly stops as the droid in the turret follows Gial's orders and opens fire at the skiff overhead, hitting something important with a loud bang. The skiff's engines strain to keep it aloft and black smoke begins to belch from the starboard exhaust as it lists heavily to the right, but it stays in the air. The droid's fire is momentarily cut off as an explosion rocks the turret; apparently someone inside the downed enemy skiff tossed a grenade into the turret.

Your move.

[Noedig]

Mikael followed Surrj's example and hopped down from the skiff. He landed slightly awkwardly on account of his heavy gear, but managed to keep his feet. The launcher was tantalizingly close, and he moved immediately to secure it. Once he had it, he began checking it over, making sure an errant shot had not damaged it. He shouted to Surrj and Marren as he did this.

"Disperse! Get to cover! Marren, give us fire support!"

Jumping down, moving to *RL and then acquiring it. That uses up my actions for the round. Can I tell by looking if the launcher is functional and loaded?

[MintyNinja]

"Another one down..." Surrj whispers as the Rodian crumples lifelessly to the deck. That was number 44. He was making progress. But at the moment, he was moving. Following Mikael's order, Surrj runs up for the nearest cover and nearly slams into the Mon Calamari. "Nice work," he says as way of greeting and takes up position next to the blue skinned humanoid. "What brings you round?"

Move: from M-19 to J-17.

[Hyperbolic sine]

Gial has only a brief moment to appreciate the quick disposing of the Rodians, as the large Trandoshan almost tramples him and starts chatting. Small talk during a heated fight? He sure has guts...well, more points in Gial's book.

"You too."

Gial does not turn around, instead staring at Surrj with his left eye while keeping an eye on the battlefield with the other (independed eyes are surely convenient!), but puts on one of his best smiles.

"My horoscope said that I should come here today to kick some Rodian butts!" he replies, cheerfully.

Then, someone tosses a grenade into the turret.

"Wha- dammit, there was still someone in there? 01, blast the skiff once more then get out of there and take cover! 02, as soon as 01 gets out ready to shoot down on sight whoever's in there! he shouts in the commlink worried...if the enemy seizes the turret they're all a goner, but taking down the skiff before it gets to shoot again is also a priority. He moves to cover, advising the Trandoshan to do the same and trying not to be noticed by the flying skiff, then prepares to shoot at the enemy should they try to take control fo the turret or otherwise show themselves.

Move to H16
Standard: Prepare Action

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy scoots to the edge of the skiff and calls upon her innate mastery of the force to create a dust devil, which blinds her enemy. She then shoots the battle droid with her blaster pistol.

Move to M21

Cast Blind on Bd1:
a [roll0] v his Ref Defense.
If I hit, the target is considered flat-footed, and all other creatures have
concealment from your target until the start of your next turn. Creatures that
do not rely on eyesight to perceive (such as Miraluka) are immune to this effect.

Shoot the droid:

a [roll1]
d [roll2]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Rissy's aim is true, blasting the head off the battle droid in the gunnery seat. A Rodian wearing a rebreather appears out of the interior of the skiff and moves the body of the droid out of the turret, dumping it unceremoniously onto the ground. Gial, waiting for just this thing, takes a shot at the Rodian.

hope you don't mind my taking your readied attack, in the interest of time. If you ready an attack again, feel free to roll it when you announce it:
atk: [roll0]
dmg: [roll1]

Tereez yells to Michael: "Take down that skiff!" just as it zooms by on an attack run, peppering the Bothan, Mikael, and Marren with blaster fire. Miraculously, once again, nobody is hit. Two Rodians pop up on the rear of the skiff and ready their blaster rifles to attack. The second battle droid and both Codru-Ji take aim at the Rodian in the turret, but only the droid hits him superficially in the arm as the Codru-Jis' blaster bolts impact against the side of the downed skiff.

Your move everyone. The skiff has -2 reflex this turn because of the attack run.

[MintyNinja]

The Rodian on the Turret dodged most of the shots coming at him, but Surrj was never so easily ducked. With the enemy skiff positioned on this side of the platform his cover was gone and he needed to move, and there was no reason not to take out an enemy at the same time. He swept around, back in front of Mikael and his allies and fell into a dead sprint as the target lined up for him. With a whirling strike, Surrj brought his Power Hammer down at the enemy...

Move: J-17 to N-15.
Standard: Charge to N-11.

Attack: [roll0] vs. Rd1
Damage: [roll1] Condition Track Shenanigans AND if he's not dead, Bantha Rush him to M-9.

[Hyperbolic sine]

This time he missed, hu? Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, as even if he can shoot better than your normal townsfolk he can't compare to a professional marksman...but the Trandoshan charged in, so that Rodian isn't going to be a problem for much longer anyway. A pity 01 was killed by friendly fire, but those droids are disposable (they only have a basic processor, after all, so they are little more than objects); the skiff is still a major threat, though the missile launcher should take care of it, and the Rodians on it are a bit too far for him to aim well.

After these considerations, Gial orders to the remaining droid "Fire at the Rodians on the airborne skiff!" while aiming and preparing to shoot Rodian 2 after the missile launcher has done his work (possibily taking down the skiff an thus bringing the Rodians at point-blank range).

If I have done my math well, the distance between Gial an the Rodians on the skiff is 25-26 squares, and 26-27 for the droid. That should put them at Short range for Gial's pistol, but still at Point Blank range for the droid's blaster.
Swift x2: Aim
Standard: Prepare attack [roll0] - damage [roll1]
If the Rodian is not within 20 squares/30 m/100' then subtract 1 to the rolls (as Point Blank Shot does not apply)

[Felhammer]

Rissy

Rissy smiles in a very smug manner, "Ah, the joys of killing bad people. Better yet, it was a filthy droid. If only I could do the same to a particular Bothan I know..." She looks around to assess her situation. Realizing her blaster pistol will do little to harm the people on the skiff, she instead decided to call out, "MIK! HIT 'EM HARD AND DON'T LET 'EM LIVE TO TELL THE TALE!"

Stay where I am and gloat for a bit, then give standard action to Mik.

[Noedig]

Mikael was busy aiming the launcher as Tereez shouted to him. He switched it to vehicle mode.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Caer'bun. Working on it.

Rissy screamed at him and he found himself huffing in annoyance.

"Yes. I know, Ms. Quorbin. Just a moment."

He placed the launcher's sight back to his eye, aimed and pulled the trigger. The torpedo lanced outward, and Mikael immediately loaded another.

Attack: [roll0] + or - appropriate modifiers
Force Point to Hit, which brings me down to 6. [roll1]
Damage [roll2]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

It's a race to see who can bring their weapon to bear first. The Rodian powers up the blaster turret and swivels it towards the charging Trandoshan when Surrj's hammer caves in his chest, causing him to spit up black ichor as he dies, twitching.

Gial's shot goes wide, as does the droid's. Mikael's miniature proton torpedo, however, locks on and trails ionized vapour as it streaks in, blasting apart the skiff's undamaged engine block with a deafening boom which echoes across the surrounding buildings. The skiff, now crippled, barely limps to the edge of the platform an sets down, teetering dangerously on the edge. The entire platform groans under the added weight, but appears to hold up. Despite the skiff going down, the blaster turret is still working fine, and returns fire at Mikael, its gunner looking for revenge.

attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]x2

The two Codru-Ji hop down off the skiff and take up defensive positions near Tereez.

[MintyNinja]

"Birds are downed, time to chew em up," Surrj says with a hint of glee in his voice. He stalks forward and brings his Power Hammer around on the Turret using Rodian, preventing the heavy gunners from wiping out his allies.

Move: N-11 to R-12.
Standard: Attack S-12.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

If the target survives, Bantha Rush him to T-13.

[Noedig]

Mikael set the launcher down and followed close behind Surrj.

"I prefer my poultry cooked."

He brought around the nozzle of his flamethrower and aimed at the craft and its occupants.

"Mind the fire, Surrj. It's hot."

He squeezed the trigger and sent a wave of flames crashing over the skiff.

Attack [roll0] 6 square diagonal cone beginning at the corner of R13 and radiating outward. Surrj is not in the way. Half damage on miss, none if they have evasion.
Damage [roll1]

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The woman smiles when she watches "her men" execute their jobs with great efficiency. "Surrj, Mik, keep it up! Go for the jugular!"

Blind on RA 2: [roll0]

Give standard to Surrj to kill the Rodian!

[MintyNinja]

Recovering from his wild swing, Surrj follows the momentum and brings his hammer in from the side in a wide swing.

Using Rissy's Standard: Attack S-12

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] +14 = 25
Bantha Rush him to T-13 if he lives.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Surrj smashed the hammer into the gunner's midsection, throwing him against him against the restraints.

"I give up," he said, throwing his hands out to the side with a cough.

Mikael hosed down the skiff with liquid fire, dousing the two Rodians on top. They take off, hopping down off the skiff and along the side of the building, dousing flames as they go. Surrj AoO on Rd2, take it as part of your next turn

The skiff hatch opens up, and four more Rodians pop out, one of them jumps the small gap between the two. You recognize him as Kleepo Torga, and your brain registers he's wearing a jetpack and holding a blaster rifle in one hand, just as he tosses the grenade held in the other at Surrj and Mikael. attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]

The skiff tilts backwards, but the weight if the three Rodians keeps it from going over the side. They open fire, two at Mikael, one at Surrj.
Attack Surrj: [roll2]
damage: [roll3]
Attack Mikael: [roll4]
damage: [roll5]
Attack Mikael: [roll6]
damage: [roll7]

[Felhammer]

Rissy

Calling upon her mastery of the Force once more, she attempts to blind the high flying Rodian. She then yells, "Splatter these karkers!"

Move: Move to M 18
Swift: Blind KT - [roll0]
Standard: I like sequels. Give my action to Surrj so he can splatter another Rodian.

[MintyNinja]

Surrj strikes at the fleeing target and his guard is down just a moment as the thunderous roar of the grenade catches him from behind. Fire and shrapnel score long lines across his back, but miraculously, the large Trandoshan had kept his feet. Even more terrifying, he seemed to be very angry as he struck out at another Rodian within reach, and then repeated the process.

1. AoO on Rd2:
[roll0]
[roll1]

2. Take 21 damage from grenade. Doesn't surpass DT.

3. Attack Rd4:
[roll2]
[roll3]

4. If he's still alive, attack Rd4 again. If he's not, then move to S-13 and attack Rd6.
[roll4]
[roll5]

[Hyperbolic sine]

Still more Rodians? Goodness, they never end...

If Rodian 2 is still alive after Surrj's AoO, Gial shoots at him (otherwise he targets Rodian 3) while trying to stay hidden. He will then order the droid to shoot Rodian 2 or 3, depending on which of the two is still alive after Gial's own attack (should for some reason both of them be dead, he will order to fire on the Rodian with the jetpack).

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Move: Sniping Stealth check [roll2]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Rodians fall like dominoes before Surrj's hammer, Gial's blaster, and Mikael's flamethrower. Kleepo, blinded by Rissy's attack, panics and blasts his jetpack, rocketing like a missile across the platform. Tereez and his Codru-Ji clamber over Mikael's skiff in pursuit, but they're rapidly falling behind.

The two Rodians, clearly terrified out of their minds, fire their blasters at Mikael and Surrj while screaming something in Rodese.

attack Mikael: [roll0]
[roll1]
attack Surrj: [roll2]
damage: [roll3]

Edit: I realized blind targets reflex, not will, so does not hit Kleepo Torga, but his action remains the same. This is what happens when you do math while extremely hung over.

Mikael is struck by a blaster bolt square in the chest, blasting him backwards and to the ground, he is not moving, though you cannot tell if he is alive, partially due to the helmet covering his face.

[Hyperbolic sine]

This is bad...I hope he's still alive...

Once again Gial shoots while trying too remain hidden, targeting Rodian 5 so that even if he doesn't get killed at least he won't probably think about finishing Mikael.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Move: Sniping Stealth check [roll2]

"02, target the same Rodian I shoot at!"

[MintyNinja]

Torn between targets, Surrj hesitates for a second and it pays off. He watches as their mysterious ally fires a long shot and takes down the Rodian standing over Mikael, effectively giving Surrj permission to leave his ally behind. "Scorekeeper watch over you," he growls at the scarred human before he turns and jogs back to the Skiff. Pulling himself aboard he yells at Marren, "After Torga! He's not getting away again!"

Move: S-13 to P-19.
Move: P-19 to N-22.

[Felhammer]

RISSY

Rissy grimaces as she watches helplessly as Mik is beaten and battered. She hesitates for a moment trying to decide which is better - helping her squadmate or killing the karker that caused all the problems. After a moment, she follows Surrj into the craft, whips out her pistol and fires off a shot at the vile scum that Surrj seems to loathe with a passion!


Move: to O-22

Standard: Shoot KT -

a
d [roll]3d8+3 From the OOC: damage (3d8+3)[12]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Rissy tags Kleepo in the calf with a snapshot from her pistol, and he cries out in pain, but keeps going. Tereez and the Codru-Ji move quickly but not recklessly towards the hoversled. Marren is able to steer the skiff to within spitting distance of Kleepo. The Rodian blasts his jetpack again, landing gracefully on the roof of the service station, partially hidden behind the abandoned Mynock's nest*.

pilot roll for Marren, DC 22 means Surrj and Rissy are close enough for AoO on Kleepo as he moves: [roll0]

Left all alone, one of the Rodians from the Kleepo's downed skiff pats his hands over himself as if in disbelief none of the laser blasts hit him. He then runs over to Gial's wrecked speeder to take cover from Gial the battle droid.

*Assuming Rissy and Surrj don't take him down with their AoO

[MintyNinja]

Once he gets close enough, Surrj tries to strike down Kleepo Torga with a solid swing.

AoO:
Attack: [roll0] + Force Point [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Hyperbolic sine]

Gial watches worried as the Rodian approaches the location of the mini torpedo launcher: whether it is fired against him or the skiff, it's going to ruin someone's day...there is only an option remaining if they don't manage to kill the Rodian now, to use the droid as a decoy. The Mon Calamari takes a deep breath to stabilize his aim: he can't afford to miss this shot.

Swiftx2: Aim
Attack: [roll0]+Force Point [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

Then, after shooting, he shouts to the droid "Move forward and kill that Rodian!"

[Felhammer]

Rissy

"Marren, get this raging Trandoshan to the enemy!



I will give Surrj my Standard Action if we can get close enough for him to melee Kleepo. Given how powerful Surrj is in melee, this is the best use of our resources. If we cannot get Surrj close enough, then Rissy will just shoot. For speed, I will roll it now.

a [roll0]
d [roll1]

[Qazarar]

Marren brings the skiff to bear towards the fleeing Rodian, and manuevers it to get his passengers withing range. Surrj should be able to take care of him if he's close enough.
Double move to get the skiff, and Surrj, next to Kleepo.

[MintyNinja]

Once close enough to his prey, Surrj hops over the side of the Skiff and lands on the roof of the refueling station. Faster than a raging katarn, he strikes at the Rodian bounty hunter with two quick swings.

Could someone move the Skiff on the map? I'll assume Surrj is able to do his movement as described.
Move: Hop to G-42.

Standard: Attack KT.
Atk: [roll0]
Dam: [roll1]

Extra Standard: Attack KT again.
Atk: [roll2]
Dam: [roll3]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Surrj swiped at Kleepo as the bounty hunter retreated, but the tip of his power hammer just barely scratches the side of Kleepo's jetpack, doing no damage. Gial and the battle droid combine fire to take down the last of Kleepo's crew, the Rodian peppered with blaster bolts and crumpling to the ground in a heap.

Kleepo alighted gracefully on the roof of the partially destroyed service station, behind the Mynock's nest, most likely to take cover and snipe at the party from there, but Marren expertly maneuvered the skiff alongside the building, allowing Surrj to leap down. Unfortunately, the uncertain footing on the roof caused him to slip, and his first swing went wide. Surrj followed up an overhead chop against Kleepo, but the wily Rodian stepped to one side, in perfect position to line up a counter attack with his blaster rifle at point blank range.

attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]

Tereez and the two Codru-Ji hustle down alongside of the service station. One of the bodyguards grabs the hoversled, while the other watches for threats to his boss. Tereez himself aims his pistol at the two figures duelling on top of the building, but he hesitates as they jockey for position, perhaps not wanting to risk hitting Surrj, perhaps not wanting to draw attention to himself.

[Hyperbolic sine]

"To the turret where 01 was, quickly!" Gial order to the droid, then points his pistol at Torga ready to pull the trigger as soon as the Rodian does - hopefully it will be enough to throw off his aim - and hide afterwards.

Prepared action: Aid Another (give Kleepo -2 to hit) [roll0]
Note: add 3 if at the moment of shooting he is no farther than 20 squares
Move: Sniping Stealth check [roll1]

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The noblewoman screams when she sees Surrj knocked down, "YOU POODOO! I WILL KILL YOU!" She calls upon her mastery of the Force to lift Tereez's speeder up the air, haul it over to the the point where it sits above the vile villain, then Rissy releases the Speeder, droping it upon Kleepo.

Note, I want to maneuver it so that the Speeder drops on Kleepo but not Surrj (so H, I, J 42 and 43).

Use the Force: [roll0] Force Point: [roll1]


The speeder seems to be between a Large and a Huge item. Your call which it is. I will need a 20 for Large or a 25 for Huge.

Large Size Damage [roll2]
If it is Huge, add [roll3]

[Qazarar]

Seeing Surrj fall, Marren takes action. He moves the skiff back a short ways from Kleepo, and as he does so, aims his blaster and lets loose a shot at him.
So I move the skiff away a few squares, if I can do that with everything else.
I then attack him. And add a force point to the attack.
1d20+1d6+8
Damage:[roll0]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Kleepo cocked his head slightly to one side as Rissy closed her eyes, and the speeder which she levitated with the Force dropped on him and the abandoned Mynock's nest, catching him almost completely by surprise. With a curse, he ducked down at the last second. The speeder crashed into the building with a horrible sound of tearing metal and duracrete. The vehicle slid and dropped down off the side of the refuelling station, taking part of the nest with it. Kleepo himself, bruised and dazed by the falling speeder, managed to stay on his feet; truth be told his life was probably saved by the nest.

Seeing an opening, Tereez and the two Codru-Ji opened fire at Kleepo from behind while Marren attacked from the front, but somehow none of the blaster bolts find their mark, red lasers criscrossing through the air.

"You stupid chuta!" Kleepo yelled at Rissy, as he brought his rifle to bear, but possibly because of recently having a speeder dropped on his head, or Marren piloting the skiff back a few meters, or because of having to duck away from Gial's blaster, his laser blast sails over Rissy's head and blows a chunk out of the façade of a building a hundred meters distant. Off in the distance, the battle droid assumed the gunnery seat of one of the turret of a downed skiffs.

[Hyperbolic sine]

Cursing the impossibility of coordinating with the others, Gial orders via comlink to the droid "Aim carefully and shoot down that Rodian!", while again preparing to shoot just before it in order to distract Kleepo (and hide afterwards).

Prepare action: Aid Another (give the droid +2 to hit): [roll0]
Move: Sniping Stealth check [roll1]

[Felhammer]

Rissy

"I am going to make you pay for what you did to Surrj, you karking karker!" The noblewoman lifts up her pistol, takes aim and fires!


a [roll0]
d [roll1]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Blaster bolts fly through the air and impact the nest and the refueling station. While a few come close to hitting Kleepo, he manages to avoid all of them. Shaking the remaining cobwebs from his head from the speeder, the Rodian looked about to take another shot at Rissy, but a thundering report from the turret drew his attention, even though the vehicle's weapon missed by about a foot. He leaned forward over the remnants of the Mynock's nest, drew a bead on the droid in the turret, and squeezed off a single red laser bolt, blowing off one of the droid's arms and causing it to tumble out of the gunnery seat, destroyed.

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The noble fires off another shot at the bounty hunter.

a [roll0]
d [roll1]

[Hyperbolic sine]

The droid's gone...the situation is critical. Not confident enought in his chanches to hit the Rodian, especially at that distance, Gial lays low and fires a disturbing shot, hoping that the others will be able to shoot Kleepo down.

Prepare action: Aid Another (+2 to hit to the next attack): [roll0]
Move: Sniping Stealth check [roll1]

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Blaster bolts rain down on Kleepo, and he takes off with his jet pack, aiming to land by the rocket launcher, when Marren's shot hits him in the back, disabling the jetpack. Kleepo tumbled to the ground and half slid, half tumbled to a stop, not moving. Everything is quiet for a moment, and then you can hear the sound of metal shifting somewhere, probably one of the speeders or skiffs settling into the landing platform in the breeze.

Tereez walked over to where the fallen bounty hunter lay, apparently intent on finishing him off.

[Hyperbolic sine]

And down the Rodian goes, finally. A smirk surfaces on Gial's face, as it appears that he managed to survive the battle with no injuries but a little contusion and a cut on the forehead. The same couldn't be said for the droids, but oh well...they were expendable.
After a brief look towards the turret were both machines met their end, Gial's eyes wander on Mikael's immobile body and, holstering the pistol beneath his clothes,under his armpit, he sets off to go check wheter the man is still alive (doing nothing to stop Tereez, as he doesn't know of the bounty).

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The woman practically cheered when she watched Kleepo finally bite the dust. Then the fate of her fallen companion sprung to mind, "Surrj!" Rissy ran as fast as she could over to her Trandoshan buddy and used the Force to heal him.

Vital Transfer: [roll0] 18!?

Well, enjoy your 6 HP. I will take 3 damage. :smallsigh:

[MintyNinja]

With a gasp and a bloody cough, Surrj's heart starts beating again. The last thing he remembers is the bolt of energy burning through him, cutting him down in the worst of ways. But he was not yet in the Scorekeeper's realm, and so he must be in the living world. The face of Rissy comes into focus and he begins to understand the circumstances a bit better. Wasn't she using the force to put Torga at a disadvantage? And what of the Rodian? Any attempt at verbalizing these thoughts leads to more coughing and hunks of blood flying from his toothy maw.

As said in the other thread, Vital Transfer 18 means Character level x2, so Surrj is at 12. But where is he on Condition track?

[Noedig]

Mikael's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright. He grabbed the Mon Cal by the throat and reached for his knife. He paused as his surroundings became clear. There was first aid kit next to the Mon Cal and his friends were nearby. Rissy and Terez were also alive. That ostensibly meant that the Mon Cal was on their side. He released the Mon Cal and Ashe pouted a little.

"Sorry. Where is Kleepo Torga?"

[Hyperbolic sine]

"*Coff* ...the *coff* hell was *hack* that?" Gial says coughing, accusingly glaring at Mikael, then proceeds at massaging his neck.

"Talk about gratitude...Kleepo who? If you mean the Rodians' boss, he's there with your friends, probably dead."

[Noedig]

"Damn."

Mikael rose to his feet, a trifle unsteadily. He glanced down at his wounds. Kindler was still in full control at the moment and his voice carried a bored, monotone cadence.

"Ah. So I didn't black out. Probably for the best. Thank you for the treatment. Stick with us for a bit, and we'll talk about adequate remuneration for your help. Kleepo was worth five thousand alive, but a thousand dead will have to satisfy. In the meantime, can you police the weapons and ammunition from the corpses? Take special care with that launcher, I'd like to add it to the armoury, and the fight was rough on it. I'll help you with the task in a moment."

He nodded to Terez.
"Glad to see you've come out mostly unharmed. And the shipment is still intact, so that's a lovely bonus. Will you still be tagging along with us?"

He limped over to Torga's body, noting that Surrj was looking worse for wear. He rolled the Rodian over with the tip of his boot, patting the knife on his belt as he studied his foe. Ashe wriggled in Mikael's brain.

"Do we have turn him in whole, Surrj? And where do your points sit at now?"

[Hyperbolic sine]

"F...five thousands?"

Gial, dumbfounded, stares at Mikale with his left eye (an expression of surprise in Mon Calamarian body language) while his jaw seems about to fall off.

"Goodness...maybe he's still alive? Maybe? Where's the doctor, for goodness sake? he then says, after a good ten seconds, a clearly regognizable worried note in his voice. "Gah, I don't want to think about it. Five thousands...and I ordered the droid to use the turret.... He shooks his head, then sets off to do exactly what Mikael asked him to without complaining: a clear sign he's utterly shocked.

[MintyNinja]

As Rissy helped the large Trandoshan into a sitting position, Surrj replied to Mikael through the comlink, "Leave him recognizable. Cut the Mon Cal in on the bounty, wouldn't have made it without him. Points are fine." With a groan and an inborn ache of protest, he made it to his own two feet and clambered into Marren's skiff, "If we're all accounted for, I'd like us to get going soon."

Surrj is at -10 Condition, meaning half-speed and -10 to all pertinent checks and numbers. He has 12/75 hp, as well. He's eager to get back to the ship and rest up.

[Noedig]

Mikael pulled out his knife and examined the edge as he crouched near the body. He spoke without looking up, though he had a strange timbre to his voice.

"Recognizable is not the same as whole. Will just the head do, or would you prefer the heart? Hmm, can't decide, bother bother bother. Such a damned shame you killed him, my fish-eyed friend."

He sighed and sheathed knife as he grabbed hold Torga's boot. He dragged him along to the skiff, and when that was done, he went about helping collect the weapons and ammo. And credits; it wouldn't do to forget those. When that was finished, he hopped aboard the skiff.

"Being shot takes it out of you. I could use some rest, maybe some entertainment afterward. So many fun things to do on this planet. If this little scuffles is an indicator of how much the law cares about the low levels, just imagine how much fun we could have."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Constitution check: [roll0]

The Codru-Ji start putting blaster bolts into the Rodians which aren't obviously dead, while Tereez kicks Kleepo's body.

The bothan looked around at the wounded party.

"Good fighting," he said, "and good timing. If it wasn't for your friend showing up when he did..."
He nodded to Gial.
"Another one of your crew?" he asked.

Once the Codru-Ji are done making sure all the other Rodians are dead, they join Mikael in collecting weapons and credits. All together you manage to recover twelve blaster rifles, two heavy blaster pistols, three fragmentation grenades, and 1200 credits, plus the mini-proton torpedo launcher, but you haven't searched the ships yet.

[Noedig]

Mikael took off the breath mask and yawned. He rubbed his eyes as he spoke.

"He's good at what he does and he just saved all of our asses. I should think that qualifies him as a friend."

He studied the assembled weapons and credits, then cast a glance at the ships.

"This'll all look lovely in the armory aboard the ship. The launcher in particular. I was just saying we needed heavy weapons for these sorts of jobs, and now here we are with a deliciously powerful proton torpedo launcher. And for free! Wonderful. Do you think we have time to search the ships?"

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The woman smiles when she Surrj awaken, "Good to see you up and about, soldier." Rissy helps the Trandoshan to his feet, then turns her attention to the Bothan, "Hmm, I like the cut of this one's jib. Yes, he is with us." She pauses a moment then continues, "Now that the distraction has been dealt with, I suggest we get back to our original plan."

[Qazarar]

Marren turns and speaks to Gial. "Thank you for your help. It was a close fight, and the assistance was appreciated."

[Hyperbolic sine]

"Eh, you're welcome. Glad to see none of you got permanent injuries...now, what did I have to do here? Hmm...oh, right!"

Snapping his fingers as if something just occured to him (extactly what happened, actually), Gial takes a quick glance at evreyone on the scene, then asks "Who of you is 'Rissy'?"

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The noblewoman purposefully ignores Gial, "We have a deal to complete, Bothan. I would very much like to complete our little transaction before we attract any more unwanted attention."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

"Calm yourself, human," Tereez replied coolly, his fur rippling gently, "the deal was agreed to and will be completed, you can take the sled now, if you like..."

He gestured to the hoversled.

"We can return with a larger crew to salvage what remains of the skiffs and the speeders," he continued, "but I want to make sure we take what isn't bolted down before the scavengers arrive. Once the scavengers get here, I suspect there won't be much left."

[Felhammer]

Rissy

"Your terms are agreed to."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Gial notices movement out of the corner of his eye. He looks to see the fallen Rodian bounty hunter, a bubble of blood appears from his nose and pops. Seems as if Kleepo Torga is breathing.

[Noedig]

"Probably wise. I hadn't thought of it until now, but they more than likely brought along more ammunition for this. Maybe some more grenades too. None of those are cheap and the licensing isn't either."

He patted the launcher gently and 'smiled' as best he was able.

[MintyNinja]

"Right," Surrj says as he stands. A few minutes to recuperate and he was ready to move again. He approached the congregated group and says, "We should hit orbit, let the boss know how it all turned out. Even tinker with our new toys." He turned to the blue Mon Calamari and adds, "She says you're with us, so I guess you're with us. We'll help you find this Rissy once we're off surface. You got a name?"

[Hyperbolic sine]

"'fraid not. I was only told to meet with them down here...well, I guess that after this mess they won't be showing up anymore, and a little bit of help surely wouldn't hur- hmm?"

By now someone is bound to have noticed that Gial never stares with both eyes, instead always using one to check his surroundings...and it appears that he noticed something: specifically, his 'checking eye' seems to have stopped on Kleepo's supposed corpse. After a pause of a couple of seconds, he nonchalantly puts a hand under his clothes, draws his pistol, sets it to stun and shoots the Rodian.
Move: Draw pistol
Swfit: Set to stun
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] stun
"It appears he's not dead."
...
"Wait, he's not dead?" Gial can't repress a smile of excitement, and his eyes seem to be sparkling. "Hell yeah! 5000 credits!"

[Noedig]

"Not dead yet. Fun fun fun fun fun. Today just keeps getting better."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

Gial's blue stun bolt hits Kleepo's body, but the Rodian doesn't even flinch. Tereez gives a huff of breath.

"I should have shot him in the head to be sure," he said.

[roll0]

One of the Codru-Ji approaches Rissy and crosses two arms across his chest.

"I wrongly accused you of betraying us, and for that I apologize," he says in accented Basic, "you fought bravely."

[MintyNinja]

"Mikael, if you need to twist your machinations on him, do it on the ship. We can keep him alive for the bounty and you can play with the nerve endings in his fingers," Surrj says to the scarred human. "And Mon Cal, you still only get a fifth of that. Check him for comlinks, might be calling reinforcements."

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The woman looks the four-armed man in the eye and gives a curt nod, "You were quite brave yourself. You should be proud of what we accomplished here today."

[Hyperbolic sine]

"Of course, of course. Tch. 1000 is still better than 200. Ah, leave the searching to me...by the way, the name's Gial."

Reverse psychology: should he find himself in a situation where he'd want to have given a false name, they will probably think the Gial is, in fact, a false name. That said, he holsters his blaster once more and approaches Kleepo, searching for whatever hidden item he might have on his person; then he pulls out from an inside pocket his communication scanner, scanning for transmissions just in case there are transmitters he didn't manage to find.

If I can, I take 20 for a total of 44, otherwise: Perception [roll0]
The transmission scan: Use Computer [roll1]. (GaW 46)

[MintyNinja]

"Gial, you've got good timing," Surrj says as he also approaches Kleepo's prone form. He pries the jetpack off the Rodian and searches him for hidden weapons. If he finds nothing, Surrj will use his binder cuffs to keep Kleepo's hands behind his back.

Perception: [roll0] + 10 for physically searching = 30

[Noedig]

"Hmm? Oh, right. Of course. We should get a move on. I don't overly like this place, and there's money to be made elsewhere. If we're going over the ships, let's make it sharpish, hmm?"

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

The whine of repulsorlifts heralds the arrival of another ship. A nearby cloud gives way to a LAAT/i gunship, complete with what appears to be a full rack of missiles and rockets and at least a dozen droids of some variety. The gunship is followed closely by a black luxury speeder with tinted windows. While initially making for the center of the platform, the two ships adjust their heading slightly to angle towards your position, and appear to be slowing down for a landing.

[Noedig]

"God dammit."

[MintyNinja]

"I don't know about you folks, but I don't have much fight left in me," Surrj whispers into his comlink. He stands up from his crouch and brings Torga to his feet, holding his limp form by his upper arms. "Boss, let's get diplomatic."

[Hyperbolic sine]

"Could it be Rissy? Oh, by the way, mind if I ask your comm's frequency?" Gial whispers in turn, drawing his blaster for the third time in the last hour, then glances outside. "They do not appear openly hostile, anyway."

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

The gunship pulls up short and circles around overhead, providing cover, while the luxury speeder turns to one side as it lands, revealing an extended rear seat design. One of the doors opens up and a Quarren dressed in deep blue robes stepped out. Everyone recognizes him as Lusk Journya, though Surrj, Mikael, Marren, and Rissy have only seen him in holo-communiques.

He looked around at the bedraggled group.

"Good, you're alive," he said, "get in, we're going back to Titan 1."

"They got Kayla," he added.

[Noedig]

Mikael frowned as he helped load the reclaimed gear and spice into the transport.

"It's turning out to be a busy day. You're going to be swimming in points here before too long, Surrj."

[Felhammer]

Rissy

"That isn't good." She paused a moment to reflect on how busy and odd the day had been. Snapping out of her contemplations as she enters the limo she asks, "How did they get Kayla?

[MintyNinja]

A few questions were spinning madly through his mind as Lusk's information registered, but Mikael's comment brought him back to his core. More points awaited him. "Rissy just entered that speeder," Surrj whispers to Gial as the human disappeared into the craft. "We could use your help, if you're willing." Louder, he adds, "We've got a bounty here for Titan 1. If we're heading that way already then there's no point in not taking him. Not to mention the ship we rode in on." Surrj makes his point by hauling Torga up by and arm and slinging the Rodian over one shoulder and the jetpack over the other.

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The noble groans in displeasure as she watches Surrj drag a bloody half-dead body towards the limo, "Does he not understand the fact that this is a luxury speeder? You can't get blood on the upholstery!" Still, a voice in the back of her head whispers, "But the bounty money..." . Rissy bites her tongue and does not comment on what the Trandoshan is doing, preferring to hope Lusk acquiesces to Surrj's... Unique request.

[Hyperbolic sine]

Gial registers what the Trandoshan said, though he keeps questions to himself for now, and he too enter the luxury speeder. Taking care to not step on Kleepo, he sits down on the comfortable seats and with deadpan face and tone asks the Quarren: "So, Boss, am I right in assuming I am going to be assigned to this mission?"

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

"I'll fill you in on the way, but the Hutts have been spying on us for months. Today they broke the truce," Lusk said, turning to Gial.

"Yes, you're coming with us, I need you to plot us a faster route to Kalatar," Lusk said.

"Need a ride back to the city?" he asked Tereez.

The Quarren held up a hand to stop Surrj from getting into the limo.

"Put the bounty on the gunship," he said, motioning for the LAAT/i to land on the platform, then took a second look at the body, "hey.. is that the Rodian, Kleepo Torga?"

[MintyNinja]

"Yeah, and he's alive," Surrj replied. If Lusk doesn't delay him any further with questions or comments, he'll bring the body and the jetpack to the landing gunship. He was eager to get out from under the crust, at least see some skyline and stars.

[Hyperbolic sine]

Gial emits a heavy sigh. "Aaaand there goes my carefully planned weekend of doing absolutely nothing." he says, to no one in particular; then, after a brief pause during which - judging from the whispers escaping his mouth - he seemed to be doing some mental calculations, glancing at everyone he asks: "So, how old is the astrogation data? I'm confident I can reduce the travel time by several days if they are pretty recent...actually, with the most up to date ones, give me twenty minutes and I can plot a course that should take between two days and one and half an hour, and if you happen to have one of those advanced navicomputers then I can bring you there in less than a day. Of course, I can 'borrow' them from the spaceport's computer without breaking a sweat, but that would take some hours nonetheless...not that you lot couldn't benefit from a period of rest, anyway. Choice yours, really."

He speaks with confidence, and though what he said could be simply interpreted as himself boasting his tone is that of someone who is simply stating a matter of fact.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

"Ohhh," Lusk said, clasping and unclasping his hands as his tentacles waved excitedly, "I've been wanting to get my hands on that little slimeball for weeks. He stays here, on Coruscant. Don't worry, you'll get your bounty."

The quarren withdrew a comlink from within the folds of his robes.

"Secure that Rodian, after we're back to the surface, bring him to the safehouse and make sure he cannot escape," he said into the comlink, "keep him alive."

Several battle droids step out of the gunship to take Kleepo aboard.
Surrj, up to you if you want to let him go.

Lusk turned to Gial.
"You can rest on the way," Lusk said, "time is what is important now, every minute we delay is another minute the Hutts have to break Kayla."

The quarren is clearly impatient and wanting the crew to board his speeder as soon as possible. There is still the question of Mikael's rented skiff, however.

[Noedig]

"We could just leave the skiff here. Transfer all the guns and spice into your LAAT, and roll out. They're not going to mobilize the military to get a 400 credit skiff back."

[Felhammer]

Rissy

The noblewoman sternly comments, "Leave the skiff, we have more important tasks at hand."

[MintyNinja]

Surrj releases Kleepo to the droids and jogs over to the luxury speeder, jetpack still slung over his shoulder. "And what about our ship? And the docking fee?" he asks as he settles in.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

"I'm counting on that ship to get us there," Lusk replied, "as for the docking fee, I can... loan you the fee if you can't pay it."

[MintyNinja]

"Alright, let's get moving," Surrj agreed. He would be able to rest in the medbay soon, and that was his actual concern. That last shot had taken a lot out of him and he was a bit afraid of internal damages. What kind of hunter would he be if he succumbed to his wounds days after combat?

[Felhammer]

RISSY

The noblewoman nods in agreement with her companion.

[Thundercracker]

Coruscant Undercity

The weapons are piled into the storage compartment of the luxury speeder, and everyone piles into the passenger seats. There is ample space for all.

The two Codru-Ji whisper quietly to themselves as the limo lifts off, escorted by the gunship.

"This mission, it will be difficult?" one of them asks.

Lusk turned from the window and fixed him with a stare.

"It isn't going to be easy, if that's what you're asking," the quarren replied.

The two four-armed aliens looked at each other and nodded.
"We wish to accompany you on this mission," one of them announced.
Tereez just sighed and closed his eyes.

"I don't suppose there will be any talking you out of this," he said.
The alien turned to the bothan.
"I am sorry my friend, but our ways demand it," he said.
Tereez waved his hand.
"Fine, fine," he said, "try not to get yourselves killed."
Lusk simply nodded and turned back to the window.

The gunship escorts you to a relatively large gap in the plate, then veers off and flies away through the darkness of the undercity, while the limo breaks through to civilization above. Despite the late hour, the night skies are lit up with the bright lights of skyscrapers, the constant flow of traffic, and blazing advertisements. The limo makes a beeline for your transport; apparently the driver knows where it is.