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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:48 pm
Seeing the patron with red hair willing to help the woman also pushes Jahan into action and she pulls her blaster from her hip and fires, missing the 'trooper on the right horribly. Gritting her teeth she hoped that they would take cover and give the mechanic a chance to reach them. Turning slightly she looked up the steps at Ember.
"Do you have a plan for getting us away from these troopers or were you just going to kill them?" she asked, her golden eyes glittering from under her hood.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 1:43 pm
Ember blinks at the question from the cloaked and hooded female who had just lended her fire power to hers. Her question had merit, and Ember chastised herself for once again jumping into a situation with both feet and no battle plan. She had acted without thinking when she had seen the troopers taking aim at the grease covered mechanic.
“Um, nope. Just making this up as I go along.” Ember grinned wolfishly. “But it would seem prudent to grab the woman and get the frack out of here before more white shells show up.” She added.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:07 pm
((Wait your damn turn, Ember.))
Ember misses her target, the bolt striking a wall twelve meters down the hall.
The Officer curses as the bolts fly, everything going to hell before he even drew his gun.
Blaster in hand he shoots one of the troopers in the face, the superheated plasma bolt melding bone and armor into a solid mass. The trooper goes down.
"Aim for the joints in the armor!" He commands the other two as the combat rages. ((+1 insight bonus to Ember and Jahan's attacks for the rest of the encounter))
The two supicious guys reveal their colors as they draw their blasters and open fire on the heroes with all the accuracy of a moisture farmer militia, their bolts missing their targets.
The Woman doesnt return fire on her pursuers, instead making fo cover behind the heroes.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:03 pm
Ignoring the incoming blaster bolts from the two new shooters Ember stays focused on her target and squeezes off another shot at the remaining stormtroopers.
“Gorram it! Can’t stay fer long, might wan’ a find a way out o’ here, like now.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:14 pm
The shot misses the trooper and he returns fire at Ember, missing his target with his shot.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:15 pm
Jahan kept her blaster in hand and stepped out and down infront of Ember, the officer and the mechanic. She looked to where one remaining stormtrooper was in the hallway then looked back at the trio and spoke sharply.
"There's our best option. Run past him and get lost in the station. We'll find a way off eventually." Jahan took a closer look at the mechanic and her wounds; she wouldnt' last too much longer on her feet at all. "We'll get you out of here." she said reassuringly, with more confidence then she felt at that moment.
Turning away from the small group she dashed across the promenade and began to make her way from piece of terminal to terminal, plant or piece of furniture, to the next.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 5:29 pm
The Officer fired again, catching the other trooper in the stomach with his bolt.
The trooper dropped to the deck, clearing the way for the zabrak.
"Oh bloody good plan." The Officer said as he took hold of the wounded woman and began moving in Jahan's direction, forced to move at the woman's slow pace. ((1/2 movement speed)) "They'll never think to follow us as they're shooting at us. Especially with walking wounded slowing us down. Whats the next brilliant plan, General Kenobi? Leave a trail of flares for them to follow?"
The two agents fired at the heroes again, missing Jahan and the Officer with their shots.
The woman limped along and held her midsection, helped along by the Officer but unable to aid her rescuers.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 12:09 am
The barrel of Embers blaster shifts to point at one of the two agents as their shots sizzle past Jahan and the Officer. She pulls the trigger, returning their fire and hopefully drawing their attention away from the trio.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:38 am
Ember's Bolt strikes her target and the agent falls to the deck.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:35 am
Jahan ignored the officer's acidic comments and continued on down the hallway, staying ahead of him, Ember and the wounded woman, watching for storm trooper reinforcements and a way down into the lower decks for a place to hide.
(So really just moving down the hall, keeping ahead by maybe 4 squares at the most and being my scouty self.)
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 12:56 pm
Pausing to return fire at the remainging agent, Jag fires, hitting the man and knocking him prone.
"Well that could have gone better." He said harshly. "Lets hope not all you girls plans involve shooting people."
"We have to move to somewhere safe." The wounded woman says. "I know a place where we can talk...."
((Encounter over. XP reward: 200 each. Material Reward: Blaster Carbine x2, Utility Belt with medpac x2))
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:09 pm
The Wounded woman directs you to an enclosed room on the station, safe for the moment from prying Imperial eyes. Once there, she seats herself in a cair and bandages her wound. She looks over the party and after a moment of catching her breath she speaks.
"Thank you for your help. Had you three not aided me, those stormtroopers would have finished what they started. They were on me since I got here. I suppose that since I work for House Organa they instantly flagged me a troublemaker."
Looking up from his seat, the Officer frowns. "You work for Bail Organa?"
The woman nods in confirmation. "I'm part of his private security detail. The Imperials waylaid me hours after setting foot on Sel Zonn. And now thanks to my injuries I cant complete my mission. Thats where I hope you all will come in. I was supposed to meet a droid named switch in Deep Storage bay V14. From him I was supposed to aquire the location of some highly valuable cargo. Switch had recovered the cargo from the deep core and I was to aquire it from him and deliver it to the Senator on Alderaan. I was hoping you three could go in my place. I'm in no shape to finish the mission, and the Empire will try and keep an eye on me.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:47 pm
Ember shoves her blaster back into its holster as she kneels down next to the fallen troopers.
“Normally shooting is the last option I like to pick, but when I see stormtroopers opening fire in the crowded confines of a station, well, that just doesn’t sit well with me.” Ember mumbles as she picks up the troopers weapons and unclipping their belts, she pulls them free from the trooper’s bodies.
Weapons and belts cradled in both arms she stands and follows the woman further into the station.
Once the door shuts behind them Ember sets her ill-gotten booty down beside her and starts going through the equipment as the woman tends to her wounds, stopping briefly to look up at her when she starts talking.
“I don’t have any problem with meeting this droid, switch, or taking your cargo to Alderaan for you, but I don’t have a ship to deliver it with. Will you be all right if we leave you here? The Empire will turn this station up side down looking for us after that firefight on the promenade.” She speaks to the woman.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:45 pm
"I'll be fine." She replied with a wince. "This mission is more important than me. Its not like the Empire will be able to do anything once the cargo they're looking for is gone."
The Officer looked over to Ember still frowning. "Was it necessary to drag along those bloody blasters and belts? Are you even checked out on a Sorosuub Stormtrooper-1? Its not like they give those liscenses away."
He turned back to the woman and addressed her. "So none of that tells us how we are going to be able to take the cargo to your employer without a ship. Have you thought that far ahead?"
"I'll see what I can do about aquiring a transport for you." She replied.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 5:31 pm
Jahan had stayed silent, listening intently to the exchange, leaning against the far wall of the room with her eyes on the door.
After the officer finished speaking she stepped forward slightly and lowered her hood, the horns and fine tattoos of her people cementing her Zabrak heritage. Arranged in a line from left to right across what would have been her hairline, the five horns were roughly half the height of a data-pen except for the center one which was longer and sharper than the rest. Her eyes were a deep gold and her skin a deep brown, like koffee. She rested her hands inside the sleeves of her robe while speaking.
"Officer, it interests me that you would say 'we'. You, a former dog of the military, are intending to join us in aiding a friend of House Organa? Not that you have much choice now, you're in as much trouble as we are..." She trailed off for a moment then gave an almost shrug, then opened her robe at the side and took out a small metal object. Holding it in her left hand she swung it in a graceful arc-suddenly the room was filled with the sound of a deep humming and from the metal object sprang forth a blade-length amber beam of light. She fixed her golden gaze on the mechanic. "It would be an honour for me to assist you in your mission. Anything I can do to foil the Empire and restore the Jedi will be done." Jahan settled her intense vision on Ember and Jag. "My life is in your hands now, as yours is in mine. I hope we can learn to trust each other on more than that. My name is Jahan Rodo."
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