" What? Never! " Bolts steps back from the speeder. " You can see, I was just increasing the power output of the turbines with a few slight modifications. The speed will be increased by 2.756 percent... " Bolts rambles on while Lom checks the speeder but when The Sulustan says to get in Bolts stops talking about the engine and leaps into the speeder. " Ooo, they are here in the town? Some kind of secret organisation! Terrorists! Kidnapping a Princess they hold her hostage and make demands. But today they need to move her and we will set up an ambush! "
[B" I am Uncle Osslo. I don't get out much. I have a package here for you. I am sorry that it is all that I can spare right now. Times are tough around here. When you return. Please stop back by to see me."[/b]
The kind Calamari pushes the package forward to the group.
Male Kel Dor Scout 1 | HP 23/23 | Threshold 11 | Defenses: REF 17, FORT 11, WILL 15 | Condition [0] | Init +9 | Per +9 |Force Points: 5 |Dark Side Points: 0
Perception:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
"Thank you for the assistance, good sir. We'll see you after teaching the Tuskens the meaning of pain."
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
Taking the package, Joran says, "Thank you for your aid. We appreciate even the smallest amount of assistance you can provide."
Returning to the speeder, Joran opens the package to see what Uncle Osslo had given them.
M Sullustan Scoundrel 1 | HP 20/20 | Ref 17 | Fort 12 | Will 11| Threshold 14 | Force points:5 | Dark Side points 0/10 | Perception 0 | Initiative 8 |
Zoo Lom gives Bolts a sideways glance at all of his babbling. Zoo couldn't handle this job by himself, so he is glad that he has some sort of companion. Besides, this babbling junk box may prove to be pretty lethal.
After hopping into the speeder and excitedly talking of princess's and ambushes The droids tools retract back into its arms and it pulls out the blaster again checking the powerpack charge readout. Bolts turns to Lom and says " I'm ready. Let's go " the droids voice slightly deeper and taking on an edge that hasn't been there before except for perhaps the last time it drew the blaster.
Uncle Osslo replies, "I'm afraid that is all that I have at the moment. There is a lot of junk. I had a new droid helping me to catalog everything, but it ran off."
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
Observing Nyla's discomfort, Joran stretched out to the Force, trying to get an idea of any danger or trouble.
Use the Force for Sense Surroundings:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
"Good luck friends. Be sure to return and let me know how it went. Checking up on a bunch of farmers doesn't seem like an important job, but none of the other groups have returned. Good luck."
Male Kel Dor Scout 1 | HP 23/23 | Threshold 11 | Defenses: REF 17, FORT 11, WILL 15 | Condition [0] | Init +9 | Per +9 |Force Points: 5 |Dark Side Points: 0
"So, ready to blast some Sand People?"
Lor begins to walk back to the speeder, hopping into the driver's seat.
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
Joran gets into the back of the speeder, and says, "Ready to be off. Let's see what we can see."
Lor ignites the low roar of the speeder's engines and checks the coordinates programmed intothe tracking system. As Nyla sits down, the speeder launches north towards the edge of town and into the mouth of the hot desert sand. Just past the town's edge is an outcropping of rocks to the left. Lor finds shade in their tall peaks and banks left to launch the speeder into the right direction, west. In about 50 km, they should arrive at their destination.
All of a sudden, another speeder surges past them. They recognize the Sullustan from the Oasis, but they can't seem to place his passenger. Not even a kilometer has passed in this strange race when sparks begin to fly from the Sullustan's speeder, followed by a loud pop and a thick black stream of smoke as the speeder begins to decrease in speed, grinding to a halt.
" Master, there appears to be a defect with your speeder... " Bolts says raising its hand to its vocabulator " Cough... " It looks away to avoid Zoo Lom's eyes.
EDIT: To be clear the droid actually says cough instead of making a cough noise.
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
"We might be able to use the extra firepower. He may only have mentioned it in passing, but Uncle Osslo said that other groups had gone out and not come back."
Female Human Soldier 1 | HP 24/31 | Threshold 14 | Defenses Ref 14, Fort 14, Will 13 | Condition [ 0 ] | Init +7 | Percep +7 | Force Pts 5 | Drk Side 0 | Pwr Packs 2 / Carbine: 48 / Pistol: 250
"And I can assure you other groups did not have a True Mandalorian in their midst..." she says curtly before continuing, "...but if you and the Kel Dor here wish to stop and help them out of some goodness of your hearts, then there isn't much I can do to stop you. I've made my opinion known."[/b]
Male Kel Dor Scout 1 | HP 23/23 | Threshold 11 | Defenses: REF 17, FORT 11, WILL 15 | Condition [0] | Init +9 | Per +9 |Force Points: 5 |Dark Side Points: 0
"Can't just let 'em get stranded or blown up. I say we help them." Lor begins to drive the speeder so that they come up beside the other speeder.
Bolts hops out of the speeder heading towards the engine compartment. " Dont worry master I am an excellent mecha... " the droid suddenly pauses as he sees the other speeder slowing down to pull alongside. Its leg compartment pops open and Bolts rests a hand on the blaster pistol. " Are these the miscreants who kidnapped your princess master? Quick take cover! "
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
As the speeder comes to a halt, Joran steps out of the speeder and says, "Relax, good droid, we are not here to cause harm. We saw that your speeder blew out, and thought we'd stop and offer you a lift. We have been hired to investigate an increase in Sand People attacks, and though you might be headed the same direction."
Bolts let's go off its blaster, the compartment snaps shut with a hiss. " It wasn't my fault. I'm a great mechanic. " the droid says glancing at the smoking engine. " We're going to save a princess. " Bolts strikes a pose straightening his hat.
Zoo Lom gets out of the speeder to check the damage going on and on in Sullustan, waving his hands wildly while cursing his new droid friend. As he goes to check the problem, a blaster shot comes in at him.
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Missing Zoo and adding some more "character" to his speeder.
Two shots follow, one at Nyla and the other at Lor.
Attack on Nyla:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Attack on Lor:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Nyla damage:3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 5) = 10
Lor manages to dodge his attack, but Nyla is not so lucky as the shot rips into her right tricep causing immense pain.
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
Joran dove for cover behind their speeder, and reached out with the Force to see if he could identify the assailants.
Use the Force to Sense Surroundings:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Move action: get into cover
Standard action: Sense Surroundings
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
Joran points up at the rocks, shouting, "They're shooting from over there!"
Female Human Soldier 1 | HP 24/31 | Threshold 14 | Defenses Ref 14, Fort 14, Will 13 | Condition [ 0 ] | Init +7 | Percep +7 | Force Pts 5 | Drk Side 0 | Pwr Packs 2 / Carbine: 48 / Pistol: 250
Nyla rolls out of the speeder and into cover, wincing at the blaster shot wound on her primary arm. "Sithspit!" she curses as she tries to get a better gauge on where exactly the shots are coming from among the rocks.
Use the Force - Sense Surroundings: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Lor draws his weapon and takes cover behind the speeders. All seems quiet for a few seconds and then a barrage of auto-fire focused on the engine of the Mad Zabrak's loaner results in a large plume of black smoke disabling it. The party has a better idea of the location of the shooters.q
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
Joran looks to see if he could use the Force to remove their enemies' cover.
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
"We're sitting mynocks if we can't see who's shooting us. I'll draw their fire, and the rest of you shoot when they pop their heads up."
Joran got up into a crouch, preparing to sprint for the disabled speeder in the hopes their attention would be diverted.
Male Human Scout 5/Scoundrel 3 | HP 64/64; DT: 21 | Fort 21 (26 vs Force), Ref 25, Will 23 (28 vs Force) | Force 7/9 | Destiny 1 | Init +13 | Perception +14 | DSP: 0
"Just be ready to fire."
Joran took off in a sprint, bolting for the other speeder, weaving as blaster bolts fired around him.