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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:09 pm
Blaster fire sounds from outside in the hall along with the dying squeals of the Gamorrean guards, and suddenly the blast doors leading into the storage bay slide open to reveal a number of armed thugs outside. In the midst of the rabble is a large Chevin, his trunk hanging low to the ground and his mouth twisted in a snarl.
“So you thought you could hide your deal with the offworlders from me, droid? I’m tired of not getting my cut! Turn him into a scrap heap, boys!”
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:29 am
Jahan had been pleased by the way things had gone and impressed by Ember's silver tongued antics with the droid. She had just finished sketching a bob of her head towards the droid when the commotion in the hallway brought her about.
"Fek." she muttered. "I knew this was going too well."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 11:45 am
At the sound of blaster fire leads to the fading squeals of the guards out side the door Ember’s hand falls to the grip of her blaster, her finger unsnapping the safety strap. The doors open and she spins pulling her blaster free from its holster, dropping to one knee as she brings the barrel to bear down upon the group’s leader. Squeezing the firing stud on her DL-44 as the Chevin shouts out his orders.
“Gorram it, why can’t nothin’ ever go smooth.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 12:09 pm
The Chevin eats Ember's blaster bolt but doesnt go down. The gravity of the situation does seem to sink into his mind as smoke curls from the wound.
Roth meanwhile drops his glass and draws his blaster, bolting up from his seat to take a shot at one of the thugs. The glass shatters but Roth pays it no mind.
The blast sears downrange and strikes the thug, the man keeling over to fall down.
"Well at least the frequent blastfights keep our aim sharp." Roth replied wryly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:11 pm
"You've got that right!" Jahan said and swiftly rose from her chair to turn and take stock of the situation. Ember and Roth's blasts had her pulling out her own blaster and she took careful aim at the Chevin; perhaps if they disabled him his thugs would give up. There was no way she was revealing herself as a Jedi unless it was to directly prevent the death of one of those she was currently working with. It would cost too much to flippantly reveal herself. A quick glance about confirmed what she suspected; they were only slightly outnumbered now and Switch and his other droid were taking up all the good cover behind the desk. She hoped it wouldnt' get ruined during the fight; it was a rather nice and had fantastic booze in it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:58 pm
Nolaa, already standing, narrowed her eyes, her Lekku twitching.
With a snarl that exposed her bright white teeth and filed sharp canines, she levered the Carbine up, flipped a switch, and sent a rain of autofire at the thugs near the door.
Three thugs fell to the floor from the Twi'lek's fire and the stink of charred flesh began to fill the stale air of the storage bay.
Having seen the frightening proficiency of Switch's new allies first hand (and been on the recieving end of one of the bolts) the Chevin fratically dives for cover behind some crates to save his own skin.
Switch's thugs begin firing on the rival gang but their shots go disturbingly wide.
"Ganga Lor you fool!" Switch curses as it seeks cover. "Could you have picked a worse time to interfere with my buisness?! I hope you get offlined!"
Meanwhile, the remaining four thugs attack the heroes. A bolt flies past Ember, with a second blasting Roth in the left leg. A third and fourth miss their intended targets miserably.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:15 pm
The barrel of her blaster twitches as a blaster blot flies past, she squeezes the trigger returning fire at her new aslant. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees Roth take a hit in the leg.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:25 pm
The blaster bolt strikes the crates and Ganga Lor curses as the 44's blast blows a fist sized chunk out of the crate near his head. He otherwise seems unharmed.
Roth staggers under the shot and grits his teeth.
"Only a flesh wound!" He barks as he fires another shot, dropping his second target. "We have the upper hand! Take them down!"
((+1 Insight bonus to attacks now, heroes.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:28 am
Jahan nodded, her eyes never leaving the spot where the Chevin disappeared. The shots fired around her skipped and flared but didn't touch the Jedi. She took a slow, steady breath and held it a moment, letting the chaos and confusion of the fight roar on around her but not touch her. She knew where he was, she could almost see him cowering behind the crate, gasping for breath, chest scorched, eyes wide.
As she exhaled she calmly squeezed the trigger and blasted a hole clean through the crate and struck the Chevin. With her amber eyes alight she kicked her chair out of the way and made a mental 'grab' for Ember's extra carbine.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:42 am
Jahan's force guided aim was true. The Bolt caught Ganga Lor in the eye and the alien crumpled to the floor.
Her aim with the Force itself, however, left something to be desired.
a clicking and rattling was heard and the belt holding Ember's pants up went flying across the room, her pants dropping to the floor.
Nolaa, angered at her master's wound, hurled another round of plasma down range, blasting the remaining two thugs off their feet with her autofire.
The smoke cleared, the foes dispatched, and with minimal casualties substained.
Switch popped his head up from behind the desk and looked around, marveling at the heroes' gunplay.
"Wonderful! I am in your debt! You just eliminated my greatest rival and his entire gang in one go!"
"Fan-bloody-tastic." Roth muttered as he clasped his leg. "Glad we could be of help..."
Nolaa dropped the carbine with a casp and knelt beside her master, asking a rapid-fire series of panicked questions in huttese, to which Roth only growled.
"I'm fine, Nolaa. A soldier expects to get shot. At least it wasnt in something impor-"
Roth found himself looking at Ember's pantsed state and smirked, drawing Nolaa's attention to it as well as a giggle from the Twi'lek.
"Dressing a little informally now, Ember?" Roth asked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:49 am
Jahan blanched as Ember's pants dropped, then her bronze skin flushed deeply in the depths of her hood. Ember had a rather nice set of legs...
"You're welcome, Switch. The least we could do for someone who has been so helpful to us." Jahan said smoothly.
She pushed that thought aside and put her blaster away then went to check and make sure Chevin was dead. Ducking around behind the blasted crate she found he was indeed and then searched his pockets and belt for anything useful.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:55 am
"Well certainly there is more that I can do since you eliminated a key rival for me." The droid said, seemingly very pleased about events. "Perhaps we can do buisness. If you happen to possess a ship, I do have some cargo that needs to be delivered to Alderaan, a crate of bottled Corellian Ale. If you are willing to run this errand for me I would gladly pay you 500 credits. In addition, just for free, I can set you up with some medical attention for your friend. A doctor on the Promenade owes me a favor."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 11:39 am
Ember felt the tug from her gun belt, thinking at first the one of her companions was reaching for the extra firepower. She ignored it, until she felt her shorts loosen and fall.
“Eep!” She forgot about the blaster blots sizzling over head and bend over at the waist and hooked her thumb through belt loops to pull her shorts back up over her hips, holding them there with one hand, blaster in the other as she looked for her belt.
“Anybody see where’d my belt go?” She asks, turning her head from one side her ponytail swaying in the air, as she looked for her lost belt, seeming unaware of Roth’s comment or the others eyes on her
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 11:42 am
Nolaa gestured towards a pile of crates with a smirk.
Ember's equipment belt lay against one of the boxes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 11:59 am
“Thank you.” She smiled at Nolaa, making her way to retrieve her belt. She set her blaster on the box and starts sliding her belt back on.
“You should take Switches offer and have your leg looked at Roth.” She says, buckling her belt and stuffing her blaster back into its holster.
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