Too many thoughts! Too much chaos and pain. We need to leave. Donovaan says holding his head in one hand.
As the Headhunters keep coming, Corven keeps his eyes on them as his hands move ever closer to the gun's controls. As he looks on, it seems as if the lead ship shifts ever so slightly, or is it just his imagination? Leaning forward a little, he tries to discern whether his eyes are playing tricks on him or not.
As the Headhunters keep coming, Corven keeps his eyes on them as his hands move ever closer to the gun's controls. As he looks on, it seems as if the lead ship shifts ever so slightly, or is it just his imagination? Leaning forward a little, he tries to discern whether his eyes are playing tricks on him or not.
[dice=Perception]1d20 + 8
[dice=Use the Force (Sense Force)]1d20 + 12
"Things are about to to get thrilling!"
Jak brings the ship up and maneuvers out of the dock.
Owl's Gambit executes an emergency start and immediately off platform 7 ; moving out and away from the space port.
The flight of three Z-95 Headhunter's shift trajectory, moving to intercept the fleeing Owl's Gambit. On the ground, the force of crisp, white clad storm troopers is actively engaged by a mixture of battle droids and living troops.
An alarm sounds almost immediately indicating that some weapon has locked onto your ship.
Your engines are screaming in complaint at not being started properly.
Both gunners are shaken in their seats as the ship lifts off. As they look out their respective ports, Donavaan sees the incoming 3 Z-95's and Corven now sees two A-wing interceptors. One is firing.
Gotal, you need to make a Dex check as you are not actively strapped in.
Moroka, you need to make another Mechanics check to quieten the engines. Indicators are telling you that the engines are in danger of going off line.
Jak, Renlo, your sensors indicate that an A-Wing interceptor has locked onto the Gambit and has actively engaged. Renlo, the incoming fire will impact the top shields.
Dexterity
Initiative
The chilly engines voice their grievances as Moroka moves to address them. The sudden takeoff throws her balance, making her suddenly regret spending less time in physical training...
Donavaan You have been actively "locked on" you can shoot - you need to roll Init for your action. Renlo was on the nose. 1d20+BAB+2 (with a -5, maybe)
Renlo Your "aid other" was not successful. Jak will have to go this round alone. You can roll init for your own actions at the beginning of next round.
Gotal DC15 Dex, you keep your balance. Init noted.
Moroka Mechanics w/FP was successful. The engines stay on line.
Init 19, noted. Dex 6 - not so good. I am going to say, you were able to get the engines out of the danger zone but a sudden evasive maneuver tossed you around pretty well. You go sprawling into the bulkhead - no damage.
Interesting
Firing at the ship
As Corven understands what Gotal just tried to do, he pauses, stopping himself from pulling the trigger. Breathing deeply, his mind goes back to his old friend, a friend now probably gone, and how he tried time and again to teach him how to use the Force to move small things from afar until he succeeded. "This is no pebble," he mutters to himself. "Still, for Gotal to try it, perhaps it can be done," he then reasons as he starts to reach into himself, eyes focused on the enemy starships and hands no longer on the gun's controls.
He breathes in deeply once and then a second time as he calms and centers himself. There is nothing between himself and the enemy ships, neither metal nor glass, not even blaster fire. Nothing, just himself and the A-Wing interceptors. And the Force. And all he has to do is push one of the fighters into the other. So he does.
As Corven understands what Gotal just tried to do, he pauses, stopping himself from pulling the trigger. Breathing deeply, his mind goes back to his old friend, a friend now probably gone, and how he tried time and again to teach him how to use the Force to move small things from afar until he succeeded. "This is no pebble," he mutters to himself. "Still, for Gotal to try it, perhaps it can be done," he then reasons as he starts to reach into himself, eyes focused on the enemy starships and hands no longer on the gun's controls.
He breathes in deeply once and then a second time as he calms and centers himself. There is nothing between himself and the enemy ships, neither metal nor glass, not even blaster fire. Nothing, just himself and the A-Wing interceptors. And the Force. And all he has to do is push one of the fighters into the other. So he does.
[dice=Initiative]1d20 + 8
[dice=Use the Force (move object)]1d20 + 12 + 1d6
[dice=Damage]8d6
Gotal turns to Corven and grins, Well done! Now let's move. I fear to use my powers further, the have a Dark Jedi with them and we do not want them focusing on us as we make our escape".
I strap myself into a seat.
Renlo will adjust maneuvering thrusters to allow Jak to better maneuver the ship.
Aid Another [Gunner Bonus]
Round 1
Gotal attempts to help the gunners with the incoming fighters. He stretches his feelings and tries to get a hint of what tactics are on the pilots minds. Unfortunately, his assistance does not seem to provide the aid he intended.
The lead A-wing veers towards the ascending Gambit and fires with it's laser cannons.
The powerful laser pulses smash into the top shields of the Gambit.
The ship shudders under the onslaught, but the shields hold.
[ooc]Jak you're up. CIS or fake ID? PLUS your action
Jak curses when the blaster fire splashes against the shields. He adjusts a few controls to increase the speed of the ship.
Jak gets some momentum going while taking a few evasive maneuvers to avoid additional incoming fire.
The rumbling of cannons against ship shields brings a smile to Moroka's face as she continues her monitoring of the ship's engines.
"Someone put this bird together properly," she muses. "Good cold start, solid shields...hmmm."
She calls out toward the cockpit. "Don't be afraid to push it, boys! Let's find out what this ship can do!"
The noble will fire again.
The lead Z-95 Headhunter fires it's powerful laser cannons at the Owl's Gambit.
The bolts narrowly miss to the port side of the Gambit. Jak lets out a "WHooot!" with the success of his evasive moves.
Five droid fighters come out of the pitch blackness of the night and engage the Headhunters.
Corven centers himself and reaches out through the force, he can see the flaring exhaust of the A-wings and the murderous energy bolts that periodically issue from their weapons. Then with some trepidation Corven wills the lead A-wing to slide into its counterpart.
The ship's pilot attempts to counteract the sudden movement.
Failing that, the A-wing veers sharply into the flight path of the trailing A-wing with disastrous results. The two A-wings flare and burst into flaming balls that hurtle into the buildings surrounding the space port.
Round 2
Actions?
perception
Corven is afforded only a brief moment of satisfaction and sense of accomplishment before feelings of anger and hate enter his mind. But they are not his own, instead originating from someone within one of the Imperial capital ships. It is an unfamiliar sensation, but one that prompts him to let go of actively using the Force. At least he succeeded at what he tried to do, giving Jak and the Owl's Gambit some breathing room.
"What was that?" The question is asked to noone in particular, simply a thought given voice. Over the comms, however, he says with a little more urgency than usual, "We need to leave. Now!"
"Nice flying! Let's hope we can keep away long enough to jump to hyperspace."
Renlo begins calculating the jump to hyperspace, someplace nicely out of the way - Tatooine.
Jak smiles as he aims the ship out of the atmosphere.
"Hold on. I'm going to see what this bird can do."
He rerouted all available power to the engines, and punched it.
The Owl's Gambit rockets through the atmosphere, headed for space. It's spiraling, evasive spin keeps the majority of the incoming energy bolts from getting a direct hit.
The blackness of space and the freedom it promises looms ever larger across the various view ports.
One of the Z-95 Headhunters launches a concussion missile at the Gambit.
The missile misses cleanly.
Donavaan will let the group know what he sees. New ship coming in with ion weapons.
shooting at a target.