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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 6, 2015 21:41:20 GMT -5
("My name is Dravis. I run most of the operations in these parts on behalf of my boss, whose name you really do not need to know. What you DO need to know is this: If you continue to do business here, along the lines of what you have already done, it will be at my sufferance and with a 20,000 credit fee attached to it. The reasons for this surcharge should be obvious even to poor Miko here, who cannot even get his eyes off of the bosom of poor Mir'Lara over here. You have been warned, as any civilized being would expect, but if you cross my organization again you will be......liquidated. My patience is not infinite. You owe 20,000 credits to me, and I intend to collect it. Bear that in mind for the future."
With that the strange human and his cohorts depart the tapcaf by a back entrance, blasters levelled at the group as they do so.)
"Well, that certainly throws a wrench into things, doesn't it?" deadpanned Arvid, "So the high risk jobs it is, yes?"
(BADASS, your sensor scan reveals a badly shielded plasma conduit directly above the Ugnaughts and their ringleader. They begin to advance on you, restraining bolts and flash-welders held before them as if weapons and shields that will protect them from the wrath of a Balmorra-arms battle droid.) ((no need to roll initiative, its just you and bad guys)) |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 5:08:01 GMT -5
The Droid's eyes glow a little brighter in reaction to the excitement about to happen.
"HA HA HA"
The Droid runs for the closest cover (movement). He then activates his Blaster Rifle from his multifunction apparatus (swift). Takes aim and fires at the badly shielded plasma conduit (standard).
Attack: |nxQGN71d20+4 Damage: 3d8 d20+4·3d8 |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 7, 2015 10:51:16 GMT -5
"It seems so," she replied, hand still tensed at her blaster, eyeing the group as they leave. "What a bag of sarlacc dicks," she muttered.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 7, 2015 17:33:16 GMT -5
(Your flurry of blaster bolts burn a trio of holes in the durasteel bulkhead, perforating the plasma conduit and unleashing the angry stream of gas bottled up within. The conduit explodes fabulously, rocking the station and obliterating any presence of 6 of the Ugnaughts and knocking the rest over like so many sacks of flour. You're unsure if they are dead or unconscious; only a more detailed scan will reveal that information.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 19:38:50 GMT -5
The Droid looks from cover slowly and switches his blaster rifle to auto and fires off in an area he deems reasonable where they may be any sign of life. If any meatbag or droid sympathizer were operational they would respond. Never mind the fact that the droid would come up with any excuse in order to fire his blaster rifle on full auto in the first place.
Attack: R5ZKMS9Hd20-1 Damage: 3d8 (Half Damage for Miss) d20-1·3d8 |
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 7, 2015 20:14:55 GMT -5
(BADASS - As you begin to scythe blaster fire back and forth across the corridor, your droid brain momentarily goes into a feedback loop, repeatedly sending the "FIRE" command to your sub-processors. Despite the protests from your sensor suite, bolt after bolt screams out from your rifle and paints the chrome bulkheads the color of blood as they burn the remains of the poor Ugnaughts into charred cinders. At the end of the hallway, the Aqualeash stands on shaky legs and raises a comlink to his lips with a charred flipper, perhaps intending to sound an alarm? As he begins to speak into it, however, your attention - and the focus of your blaster bolts - turns to him. Crimson lances of light converge on the Aqualeash's chest, turning it into a roiling cauldron of blaster energy and superheated flesh as the bolts shear the poor sentient in half.
Resetting your primary logic circuit your droid brain clears of the digital fog and your metallic fingers release the trigger of the blaster rifle, whose low charge warning is setting your hand to rattling. Looking down, you realize you have expended the entire power pack on your rifle in your brief moment of digital insanity. Surveying the damage and hearing the distant sounds of security forces, you realize it may not be a good idea to remain in this area for much longer.
Arvid, Keena, Miko - you hear the sudden explosion and near constant stream of blaster fire from the corridor, the red strobe of light flashing past the doorway and painting the dance floor crimson as they pass. After what seems like an eternity, they stop and silence reigns over the stench of a charnel house) |
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 7, 2015 20:24:55 GMT -5
Miko's eyes go wide as he looks at Keena and says " I think now would be a good time to leave this station. Please tell me you have the ship prepped and ready to leave."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 20:31:27 GMT -5
The Droid stores the images and replays of what happened into a "special" part of his memory bank. He quickly scans for a datapad and credit chips (even broken ones) to takes them. Afterwards (regardless if he found anything or not) the droid makes his way towards the ship at a jog while changing out his power pack to his blaster rifle. His eyes glow bright with delight. |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 7, 2015 20:41:28 GMT -5
Keena's already up and near the door at the sound of blaster fire. "Come on," she hissed, "we need to leave now." She rushed out the cantina, blaster released from her holster incase of trouble on the way.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 7, 2015 20:43:27 GMT -5
(BADASS - you find 50 credits in uncharred currenty and the melted remains of several datapads)
Arvid jumps out of his seat and presses himself against the wall behind Keena, ready to follow her out of the tapcaf. As he is unarmed, he paws at her off hand, whispering harshly in her ear, "Lemme get that" |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 8, 2015 7:56:23 GMT -5
She pulled her second, concealed blaster from under her midrift jacket and tossed it back to him. As soon as Avrid had it firmly she turned back around and continued full speed towards the ship.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 8, 2015 10:42:57 GMT -5
"Damn droid will be the death of us yet." Mike mumbles under his breath as he sprints toward the ship.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 8, 2015 17:33:23 GMT -5
Filling his hands with the borrowed blaster, Arvid sprints with the rest of his.party back to the ship, barreling up the boarding ramp and making his way to his quarters for his rifle.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 20:21:58 GMT -5
The Droid, kneeling behind a crate for cover with his blaster rifle out, greets his crewmates with joyful salutations as they come aboard.
"WELCOME BACK FLESH CREW! MEATBAG DEATH PROBABILITY HAS INCREASED BY 3%!" |
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 10, 2015 17:52:39 GMT -5
Sprinting to the top of the gangplank, Arvid turns and hits BADASS on the top of his chrome-plated head with the butt of his borrowed pistol, "What in the name of the Sith were you THINKING?! This is the ONLY haven we have this side of the Core! If you keep that sort of thing up the only place we'll be safe is the Unknown Regions. Maybe we'd better have Miko....optimize your programming a bit for the future? What do you think of that, you rusted pile of parts?"
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