The noble will continue to snore blissfully away waking himself up at one of the larger snores. Smacking his lips he will take a look at Corven who is helping him along. Its been one hella of a party he smiles dumbly and his chin hits his chest as he sleeps again.
Jak sighs as he tells the others, "It was kind of my fault. I wasn't in a good position to fire a stun blast so I switched to blaster. I opened fire when she didn't comply, and it all just escalated quick."
With a shake of his head, he adds, "Let me at that transponder. I got pretty good at that during the war."
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As Renlo entered the administration building, he looked about for a secretary who could tell Huuna he was here.
Renlo heads over to the squat, four story building that is the administration building for Burgger. He enters through the front door and sees a guard sitting behind a desk. The guard looks at you as you enter, "May I help you." he says in a statement that seems to indicate that he want to do anything but help.
Jak sighs as he tells the others, "It was kind of my fault. I wasn't in a good position to fire a stun blast so I switched to blaster. I opened fire when she didn't comply, and it all just escalated quick."
With a shake of his head, he adds, "Let me at that transponder. I got pretty good at that during the war."
[dice=Mechanics]1d20+11
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Jak walks off towards hanger bay 4D to get a look at the borrowed ship and see if he can work on the transponder codes.
[dice=Intelligence]1d20+1
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Intelligence Roll
Before he heads off, Jak mentions, "By the by, someone should move the bodies. I recommend taking their weapons, comms, and tying 'em up, too."
He then snaps his fingers as he remembers.
"Don't forget their helmets. Danggone troopers, got comms built in 'em."
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Gotal looks to Corven, "Jak is right, can you handle that? I fear if I do not get Jaska assistance he will perish here in my arms".
Gotal heads to the medical bay to get assistance for Jaska with Moroka following behind I would think.
Walking up to the guard, Renlo said, "Good day to you, sir. I was hoping to speak with Huuna. We met in Fischer's Place earlier, and he hired me to do a task for him. I was hoping to update him on the status of that task. Do you think you could let me up to see him?"
"We'll get the engines hot as soon as we can, Gotal, in case you're in dire need of thrilling heroics. But try to avoid that if possible. Anyone else here a pilot?"
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Gotal pauses, "Moroka can you handle carrying Jaska? If so I shall handle these troopers".
Moroka nods, taking Jaska's unconscious form, holding him up with her shoulder and grunting slightly at the weight. "I'll get him there. Probably best I'm the one seen with him in any case, since I work for him. Less questions, I'd imagine."
She heads off as quickly as she can without exacerbating Jaska's injury.
Should've spent less time tinkering and more time lifting...
Glancing around for a moment, she subtly applies some lift from the Force to offset Jaska's weight and lessen the strain without changing her carrying posture.
At least THIS training was worthwhile...
Renlo – Admin Building
”Huuna's gone for the day buddy” the guard smirks.
”SHE's probably over at Fischer's now” he continues; emphasizing the gender distinction.
”You can come back in the morning around ten.” with that he focuses on a datapad on his desk.
There is a kiosk to the right with scrolling information being displayed.
Jak, Corven & Donavaan – Dock 4D
The trio makes their way to hanger bay 4D. As they enter two of the three see a freighter sitting on the on the launch pad. This ship is slightly smaller that the one in 4F. The ramp is up and the engines are cold. One look and you understand, you'll need to “hack” your way in or you'll need a code cylinder to open the hatch remotely.
Corven relaxes slightly from the strain of (mostly) carrying the inebriated human, Donavaan. The unfamiliar weight of the code cylinder that Captain Byrn offered tugged silently in his pocket.
Moroka – Urgent Care & Blaster Repair
Moroka uses the Force to lighten the burden of carrying Jaska out of hanger 4 and down the through way to a corner medical treatment facility that specializes in workers injuries. While the Force helps, and the journey is easier, the Beasalisk is very bulky and ungainly. You approach the med center and a technician meets you at the door.
”What'ya got here?” the young human female asks.
Gotal
Gotal watches as his companions of late all leave for their respective destinations. As he scans the battlefield, he sees a total of ten bodies that have to be dealt with... or left... or something. Of those ten, six showed life signs through the Force; the others did not. Just about that time, the engines to the freighter throttle up and the ship lifts off the pad; waves of heated air wash over the Umbaran as he follows the ship's trail through the bay opening in the roof.
As Gotal is alone, he will Use the Force to strip away weapons, comlinks and helmets. Once that is done, he will gather the living into sitting positions back to back and tie them with any electrical cable (there must be some) lying around. Finally, he will look for a storage closet to hide the living and the dead (separately if possible).
Moroka shifts Jaska's weight, nodding to the technician. "Beesalisk. Blaster wound, upper torso, no more than a few minutes ago. Unconscious since the shot. I've tried to treat him, but I'm no medic."
She takes the first opportunity to unload the inert bulk onto the nearest empty stretcher, exhaling and dismissing the Force as the weight is relieved. "Please do what you can. I have to go; there are others who need me right now."
As she turns to leave, a thought crosses her mind, furrowing her brow for a moment. She looks back to Jaska, then reaches into her pockets and produces a 100 credit chip, slipping it into a convenient pocket on Jaska's outfit. She shrugs as the technician gives her a confused look.
"It'd be rather callous to make him pay for this mess out of pocket, wouldn't it?"
She then turns to head back to the hangar.
Thank you Jaska. Just pull through and I'll make sure this was worth it...
Jak helps Corven with Donavaan. After a while he says offhandedly, "That's funny. He looks like he'd be heavier." He then shrugs and continues on to Hanger 4D.
When they arrive, Jak can't help but smirk in appreciation. There before him lay a ship - his first step to freedom. And he already had a job lined up. A dangerous job that was sure to have him running afoul of the Empire again, but that suited him just fine.
"Hello, little lady, what's your name?" he said outloud with a chuckle.
He shouldered more of Donavaan's weight and said to Corven, "Fish out that cylinder and open her up. We need to get this bird singing."
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"Certainly," Corven says, smiling at Jak's apparent fondness for the ship. Shifting his own and Donavaan's weight a little, he reaches into his pocket and takes the code cylinder out. Taking a few moments to examine it, he activates it -or at least is pretty sure that is what he does- and points it towards the freighter. "I think this should do it..."
Moroka shifts Jaska's weight, nodding to the technician. "Beesalisk. Blaster wound, upper torso, no more than a few minutes ago. Unconscious since the shot. I've tried to treat him, but I'm no medic."
She takes the first opportunity to unload the inert bulk onto the nearest empty stretcher, exhaling and dismissing the Force as the weight is relieved. "Please do what you can. I have to go; there are others who need me right now."
As she turns to leave, a thought crosses her mind, furrowing her brow for a moment. She looks back to Jaska, then reaches into her pockets and produces a 100 credit chip, slipping it into a convenient pocket on Jaska's outfit. She shrugs as the technician gives her a confused look.
"It'd be rather callous to make him pay for this mess out of pocket, wouldn't it?"
She then turns to head back to the hangar.
Thank you Jaska. Just pull through and I'll make sure this was worth it...
Corven activates the code cylinder. After a moment, four external lights illuminate the area just under the freighter and with a "ppssshhhhh" the boarding ramp gently descends.
Jak hustles along into the ship with Corven and Donavaan. They find a place to lay the inebriated companion down, and then Jak gets to work.
"First things first. What do we call you?" he asks the ship AI as he fiddles with dials in the cockpit.
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As you enter the ship, the smell of sweat and close quarters in evident. On the bulkhead at the top of the ramp is the CIS crest.
One the superstructure about midway up the ramp, on the right side is a ship data plate. This vessel is a scout vessel built by Loronar Corp.
As Gotal is alone, he will Use the Force to strip away weapons, comlinks and helmets. Once that is done, he will gather the living into sitting positions back to back and tie them with any electrical cable (there must be some) lying around. Finally, he will look for a storage closet to hide the living and the dead (separately if possible).
In a novel display of Force prowess, Gotal collects that weapons from the battle field and moves them out of the immediate reach of the living. He then slides the bodies into two areas; with a slight "a-ha" expression, he scans the hanger bay for storage areas to place them. As Gotal scans the scene, he notices that the elevated pad has recesses at several points around the perimeter that would do the trick. Grouping the beings, living and non-living, he moves them into respective areas that will keep them out of sight for a while. He then ties them up. He finishes the task with a nod of satisfaction. He turns to head to hanger 4D and as he strides off he can hear stirring among the clones. Muffled "Ungh"'s can be heard as Gotal exits the bay.
Gotal will pause and meditate for a few minutes before finding Jack and Coven, should he accomplish the task too quickly questions may be raised.
Gotal searches his feelings to determine if joining these spacefarers is the wisest course of action.
Use the Force
Jak hustles along into the ship with Corven and Donavaan. They find a place to lay the inebriated companion down, and then Jak gets to work.
"First things first. What do we call you?" he asks the ship AI as he fiddles with dials in the cockpit.
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Jak starts the pre-flight warm up sequence and starts to explore the vessel. On first power up, one of the splash screens indicates the ship was manufactured by Loronar Systems. The second screen indicates that the ship is a E9 Scout vessel. The engines come on line with a subtle hum. Everything looks to be in order. The GUI indicates that all systems are "green." As the ship stabilizes Jak notices one beacon on the board that is blinking... it seems there is a message or broadcast that is in queue waiting to be reviewed.
Pressing the button to play the message, Jak notices the message was received two days ago... just before the end of the war. It was a call for additional ships to prepare for another assault on Coruscant.
"That guy wasn't very helpful" Renlo thinks as he walks outside and decides what his next action should be. As if on auto-pilot, he starts walking towards Fischer's Place to see if he can catch up with Huuna. After two blocks, Renlo check his chrono and considers which option is better... time is slipping away. He looks up as a speeder glides up to him. The rear driver side window opens and a small female Sullustan looks out.
"Deputy Gerrell gave me a heads up that you stopped by looking for me I was on my way home. Why don't you get in. We can talk on the way. Where are you staying? I'll have Hanz drop you off.
Gotal will pause and meditate for a few minutes before finding Jack and Coven, should he accomplish the task too quickly questions may be raised.
Gotal searches his feelings to determine if joining these spacefarers is the wisest course of action.
Use the Force
Gotal meditates for several minutes, quieting his inner self. The ambient noise seems to slide into the background as he reflects peacefully on the will of the Force; the light side.
After a moment, you can sense the life around you. The energy of all those living beings visible to you as if connected by the Living Force. Some sparks are brighter than others and some are tainted the dark red of the Dark side. At the edge of your feelings you get the sense of a rapidly growing and terrifyingly dark storm of anger and hatred... the Dark Side. There is clearly danger in your future.
You search further seeking direction and reassurance from the Force. There is safety with these people. There is purpose with this group. You can feel that there is hope in your actions. You are a beacon for the Light Side.
As you feel at peace with your self and start to recede from you expansion into the Force, you sense a tentacle of darkness worm its way across the chasm that separates you from the storm at the edge of your vision. The tentacle if lightning fast and snaps at the shell of your psyche. You are not alone. A terrifying eye rimmed with the fire of hatred, anger and pain opens at the tentacles end and stares at your very soul.
You try to close off yourself from the Force to fend off the intrusion... but this dark power is too great and you are not yet strong enough in the Force to do much but stare in awe and fear.
"Ahhh, Gotal of Umbara. I see you live still and cling to the "light side" like a babe at his mothers breast." a vacuous voice resonates through your mind. There is no future there. Come to me...
The voice fades and the tentacle retracts. Something else must have distracted the intruder - for you are sure, you did nothing to fend it off. Someone that is very dark and filled with hatred touched you through the Force. You got a sense of the world city - Coruscant. Perhaps the source of the tentacle came from there?
You ease back to your waking state; cold sweat beads running down your face. You have NEVER felt anything so powerful in the Force as that tentacle.
Gotal though severely shaken by the encounter calms his nerve and heads to the ship to rendezvous with his new companions.
A Dark Side user of the Force, on Coruscant?! There must be more to the fall of the Jedi if what I have experienced is true. If only I could speak with my Master...
Gotal though severely shaken by the encounter calms his nerve and heads to the ship to rendezvous with his new companions.
A Dark Side user of the Force, on Coruscant?! There must be more to the fall of the Jedi if what I have experienced is true. If only I could speak with my Master...
Jak starts the pre-flight warm up sequence and starts to explore the vessel. On first power up, one of the splash screens indicates the ship was manufactured by Loronar Systems. The second screen indicates that the ship is a E9 Scout vessel. The engines come on line with a subtle hum. Everything looks to be in order. The GUI indicates that all systems are "green." As the ship stabilizes Jak notices one beacon on the board that is blinking... it seems there is a message or broadcast that is in queue waiting to be reviewed.
Pressing the button to play the message, Jak notices the message was received two days ago... just before the end of the war. It was a call for additional ships to prepare for another assault on Coruscant.
Jak pauses at the message and shakes off a wave of anger at the reminder of the loss. There was nothing to be done. He had to focus on the here and now. People were relying on him.
Still he can't bring himself to erase the message. So he leaves it be.
"I reckon this boat is ready to sail."
To pass the time, he tries to access additional information on the ship. In particular, ship specs, name, if there were any hidden compartments.
As Huuna pulls up, Renlo says, "Yeah, I was looking to update you. We got to the docking bay and found Jaska shot up, along with several stunned clone troopers. The Captain's ship was powered up, but I snuck on board and deactivated it. We had the Captain cornered, but then we heard a lethal blaster shot outside and he ran onto his ship while we were distracted. But, we acquired a code cylinder to a confederate's ship, and I copied the coordinates he was going to jump to. We'll chase him down for you.
I'm good for a ride, I'm headed to the space port now."
Waking up not really aware of anything the noble will reach for his flask. Finding it empty he will throw it across the room, just dropping it and will ask no one in particular where the spice is before he slumps over asleep again.
Renlo's Perception Check
Jak starts the pre-flight warm up sequence and starts to explore the vessel. On first power up, one of the splash screens indicates the ship was manufactured by Loronar Systems. The second screen indicates that the ship is a E9 Scout vessel. The engines come on line with a subtle hum. Everything looks to be in order. The GUI indicates that all systems are "green." As the ship stabilizes Jak notices one beacon on the board that is blinking... it seems there is a message or broadcast that is in queue waiting to be reviewed.
Pressing the button to play the message, Jak notices the message was received two days ago... just before the end of the war. It was a call for additional ships to prepare for another assault on Coruscant.
Jak pauses at the message and shakes off a wave of anger at the reminder of the loss. There was nothing to be done. He had to focus on the here and now. People were relying on him.
Still he can't bring himself to erase the message. So he leaves it be.
"I reckon this boat is ready to sail."
To pass the time, he tries to access additional information on the ship. In particular, ship specs, name, if there were any hidden compartments.
[dice=Use Computer]1d20+2
Jak starts to skim through the ships information. The normal complement for a Scout ship includes various sensor arrays and environmental scanners for discovering new planets... this ship has been modified. The forward sensor globes have been replaced by two short range ion cannon's - one port and one starboard.
There is one turbo-laser bank on the top and one on the belly. The ship has rudimentary cloaking ability. It would seem that this ship was used for blockade running... perhaps.
"Teeth?" The question is asked almost absentmindedly, as Corven's attention is more on the drunk Donavaan and less on Jak's fidgeting with the ship controls. "I think he is out of his... medicine. Which is probably a good thing really. It would be nice if he wakes up. I am not entirely certain he knows what he has gotten himself into actually."
Jak smirks at that.
"Blaster cannons," he clarified. "Port and starboard. A couple turrets on the head and belly. She might not be able to take much of a punch, but she'll sure as certain blacken a few eyes."
"Even has limited stealth so she can fly under sensors a ways. Too small for troop transport. Probably used for smuggling in really dangerous areas. If you look in the back you might find some hidden compartments."
"She's a beauty. A real find."
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Taking a step back, Renlo said, "Well, I think it can wait until you're a bit more sober. I don't need a ride, I don't have far to go. I'll talk to you later."
Turning, Renlo begins walking away, alert for any attempt by Huuna or the Wookie to grab him.
Taking a step back, Renlo said, "Well, I think it can wait until you're a bit more sober. I don't need a ride, I don't have far to go. I'll talk to you later."
Turning, Renlo begins walking away, alert for any attempt by Huuna or the Wookie to grab him.
The speeder glides forward slowly as Huuna continues to speak.
"The captain and his men are gone. The Republic is going to be upset that he got away..." She shakes her head briefly."The Empire" she self corrected.
"You and your friends were going to investigate the assassination and you were going to stop the captain from escaping... correct?"
Renlo pauses for a moment and glances at Huuna.
Without waiting for an answer, Huuna continues.
"The Empire may or may not come to Beggar's Moon looking for a different scapegoat. But I need to be prepared either way. I want to modify our arrangement. I need information..."
Renlo glances her way again.
"Look, get in, we'll talk on the way. I can make this worth your while"
With a sigh, Renlo explains what happened. "That's the deal. We might be able to chase him down."
Taking a deep breath, he thinks back to his training in the Temple, and considers whether to take Huuna up on his offer.
Making her way back to the hangar bay as casually as possible without wasting time, Moroka looks for their new transport, eyes lighting up as she enters hangar 4D and spies the sleek scout ship with engines warmed and cargo ramp down.
"Classy," she muses with a smirk. She starts to call for a headcount, but then decides to rely on her training, reaching out for minds in the ship.
No point in all that time training if I don't practice, right Master?
As she does so, she also decides to make some rounds of the ship, inspecting it for spaceworthiness, damage or anything mechanically noteworthy.
With a sigh, Renlo explains what happened. "That's the deal. We might be able to chase him down."
Taking a deep breath, he thinks back to his training in the Temple, and considers whether to take Huuna up on his offer.
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As the speeder glides along turning left and right in route to Hanger Bay 4 Hunna nods as she contemplates Renlo's information.
"Information about the responsible parties for the assassination could be very valuable to my master. Other information can be equally valuable."She twists slightly in her seat, and looks at Renlo.
"I would like you to work for me. Information is power. The right information will help keep the Gundarks at bay."
"I will make it worth your while. Consider it."
The speeder glides to a stop at the entrance to hanger bay 4 and the door opens.
Huuna hands Renlo a com-link.
"You can contact me on this.
Making her way back to the hangar bay as casually as possible without wasting time, Moroka looks for their new transport, eyes lighting up as she enters hangar 4D and spies the sleek scout ship with engines warmed and cargo ramp down.
"Classy," she muses with a smirk. She starts to call for a headcount, but then decides to rely on her training, reaching out for minds in the ship.
No point in all that time training if I don't practice, right Master?
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As she does so, she also decides to make some rounds of the ship, inspecting it for spaceworthiness, damage or anything mechanically noteworthy.