Moroka glances to the ship and back to Jaska, concern on her face for just a moment. "Alright. Let's get him out of the line of fire and get him some medical attention."
she then sets Jaska in position, and motions for Renlo to help her lift.
"It'd be a poor show of gratitude to let him die after what he's done for me, wouldn't it?"
As the two carry the unconscious Jaska out, Moroka glances back to the ship, concerned at the conflict ongoing within.
There had better be a good explanation for this, Captain....
As they carry Jaska out of the docking bay, Renlo thinks Sithspawn, this guy's heavy. I am never carrying a Besalisk ever again. Upon reaching the doors, he moves him over beside Donavaan, saying, "Watch him, and make sure he's okay."
Then, re-drawing his blaster, Renlo turns back to the docking bay, and, with a deep breath to steel himself. Moves back in.
"The clone troopers seem to still be breathing," Corven says to the Umbaran close by, taking care to keep his voice barely above a whisper, just loud and clear enough to only be heard by the other man. "Simply stunned then. Although their opponents seem to have tried to avoid any killing, the troopers were not so... courteous. Their weapons are set to kill."
Drawing his own blaster, he asks, "Now what? Someone appears to have moved towards two o'clock, going around the freighter, after fighting from here."
Noticing Gotal is unarmed, he quips, "Please tell me you have a gun..."
Gotal shakes his head at Corven but does not respond.
Watching the besalisk the noble will begin to hum a nice little song.
Initiative Group 1
Initiative Group 2
Jak
Donavaan
Corvan & Gotal
Then you can hear shuffling as if someone is moving.
Moroska & Renlo
Taking aim the noble will use his pistol and attempt to stun the one talking into the comm link.
Stun damage
Lol, what does a Nat 20 do?
Even tipsy he is a good shot! lol
Donavaan calmly raises his pistol and squeezes the trigger. Both guards attempt to scatter and evade the shot but neither is fast enough. The shot has a dramatic effect on the guard talking into his comlink. For whatever reason, his body reacts to the stun blast by tensing and releasing like a spring as he attempted to evade the incoming shot. The outward effect is impressive. The guard performs a back flip in the air, his arms flail like ribbons on a breeze; his comlink clatters away. He lands face first on the street and lies still; his partner gapes in wide eyed shock.
Guard 1
Guard 2
Lol, what does a Nat 20 do?
Spying the boarding ramp unguarded, Moroka sees an opportunity; resisting the urge to dash up the ramp, she instead closes her eyes a moment, searching through her own mind and the possible outcomes.
Wouldn't do to take a blaster bolt to the chest...
Straining to hear what the person in the darkness is saying, Renlo keeps an eye on the open boarding ramp, watching to make sure that no one comes down and sees them standing there.
Jak blinks when he see the the stun shot from the drunken noble. Damn good shot. He thought to fire as well, but he didn't want to lose the drop on the last soldier.
"Tell him to put down his weapons and comm," he whispers to Donavaan.
With a sigh, Jak rises and fires almost nonchalantly.
Spying the boarding ramp unguarded, Moroka sees an opportunity; resisting the urge to dash up the ramp, she instead closes her eyes a moment, searching through her own mind and the possible outcomes.
Wouldn't do to take a blaster bolt to the chest...
[dice=use the force, search your feelings]1d20+8
[dice=Perception]1d20+11
Straining to hear what the person in the darkness is saying, Renlo keeps an eye on the open boarding ramp, watching to make sure that no one comes down and sees them standing there.
Leaning close to Moroka, Renlo whispered, "It sounds like the clones are demanding the Captain's surrender. They also mentioned Coruscant. This may be bigger than we first thought. What do you think we should do?"
Jak blinks when he see the the stun shot from the drunken noble. Damn good shot. He thought to fire as well, but he didn't want to lose the drop on the last soldier.
"Tell him to put down his weapons and comm," he whispers to Donavaan.
** spoiler omitted **
To Donavaan
The second guard looks shocked as she fumbles around trying to pull her blaster from it's holster. "You hold it right there," she stammers shakily.
Sighing softly, Corven moves forward, trying to do so as stealthily as he can manage while keeping his eyes and ears open for anything that may provide a clearer picture of what is going on and who is involved. For a moment he thinks that perhaps he should try reaching out with the Force, attempt to gain more information by using something more than just his natural senses, but decides against it, at least for now. Instead he grips his blaster, already set to stun, just a little tighter, ready to fire at the first clone trooper he sees, seeing as how it has been decided that they are the enemy in this particular occasion.
Gotal uses the force to disarm Guard 2.
Use the Force
Looking at the girl who is trying to get her weapon out he will tell her [/b] Put your weapon down, you saw what I did you to your companion, I an taking my weapon off of stun. Is it worth it to you? [/b]
persasion check
Moroka glances at Renlo with a smirk as she stands and moves up the ramp.
"We should make sure people aren't getting killed, for starters. We should also get some confirmation on precisely who shot my employer."
Renlo followed behind Moroka as she moved for the boarding ramp, eyes alert, trying to keep her covered since she had yet to produce a blaster.
Looking at the girl who is trying to get her weapon out he will tell her [/b] Put your weapon down, you saw what I did you to your companion, I an taking my weapon off of stun. Is it worth it to you? [/b]
persasion check 1d20+7
The guard fumbles around with her blaster and drops it... not quite on purpose. Then she looks at you and raises her hands in the "I surrender" pose.
Sighing softly, Corven moves forward, trying to do so as stealthily as he can manage while keeping his eyes and ears open for anything that may provide a clearer picture of what is going on and who is involved. For a moment he thinks that perhaps he should try reaching out with the Force, attempt to gain more information by using something more than just his natural senses, but decides against it, at least for now. Instead he grips his blaster, already set to stun, just a little tighter, ready to fire at the first clone trooper he sees, seeing as how it has been decided that they are the enemy in this particular occasion.
[dice=Stealth]1d20 + 7
[dice=Perception]1d20 + 7[dice=Ranged attack (blaster pistol)]1d20 + 2
[dice=Damage (stun)]2d6
Corven is able to slink up behind a crate that is about 15 ft away from two clone troopers - that he can see. He takes aim and prepares to fire.
Renlo followed behind Moroka as she moved for the boarding ramp, eyes alert, trying to keep her covered since she had yet to produce a blaster.
[dice=Perception]1d20+11
Moroka & Renlo
You walk up the ramp and into the freighter. At the top of the ramp, you find a prone clone trooper. About 10 ft beyond the clone, is a prone Duros male in a CIS uniform. Just beyond the CIS soldier the pilots chair still slowly spinning where the Duros' arm sent it spinning as he fell.
Gotal uses the force to disarm Guard 2.
Use the Force 1d20+7
Leaning close to Moroka, Renlo whispered, "Check those two to make sure they're alright. I'll power down the ship."
Keeping an eye on the two prone figures, Renlo moves to the console and begins the power down sequence.
Hmmm. Not the desired effect but the force is still a mystery to me in so many ways...
I got one! I got one! the noble will declare.
Moroka nods, kneeling down to inspect the unconscious bodies for a pulse and moving to guard Renlo afterwards.
"See if someone set a destination before we arrived. Knowing where they wanted to go may prove vital at some point."
With a drunken laugh Maybe we should take the oppor..oppprtun..take the hint, take the ship and get the hella outta dodge.
Renlo looked through the navcomputer, seeing if anyone had plotted a course for once they left orbit.
The noble will sit down and pull out a small container of booze and begin to sip it. Where is the best place to get this, re..re... filled up again? he asks
Corven
Moroka
Renlo
Donavaan
Jak
Gotal
Jak decides to sneak past the crates towards Donavaan, hoping not to draw attention to himself. He kept his blaster out but low to the ground.
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Renlo examined the coordinates and copied them into his datapad, then tried to see if there was more information about the coordinates in the ship's computer.
perceptipn check
As the remaining of the two troopers shoots and misses, Corven feels obliged to return the favor as he fires his pistol once again, his intention to stun, probably quite unlike his opponent.
Perception
Jak decides to sneak past the crates towards Donavaan, hoping not to draw attention to himself. He kept his blaster out but low to the ground.
[dice=Stealth]1d20+8
[dice=Perception]1d20
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Jak, you slide quietly around the crates and move closer to the drunken noble. You impress yourself with your smooth movement. For certain, Donavaan does not notice you. You hear sporadic blaster fire from inside the door to your right. It seems like there are three shots.
Renlo examined the coordinates and copied them into his datapad, then tried to see if there was more information about the coordinates in the ship's computer.
[dice=Use Computer]1d20+7
perceptipn check 1d20+5
As the remaining of the two troopers shoots and misses, Corven feels obliged to return the favor as he fires his pistol once again, his intention to stun, probably quite unlike his opponent.
[dice=Ranged attack (blaster pistol)]1d20 + 2
[dice=Damage (stun)]2d6
Corven ducks back as the clones shot goes wide. Peering around the crates, he returns fire. Corven's stun shot is off the mark and misses the target. For a moment your you feel your eyes lock with those of the clone trooper - even through his face plate, you get a sense of his goal. He is out for blood.
Perception 1d20+8
** spoiler omitted **
As the blaster shots go off, Renlo finishes the power down cycle then turns and looks at Moroka. "Blaster fire. Sounds like trouble out there. We should go check it out."
Renlo moves to the ramp and looks around outside the ship, trying to see where the blaster fire came from.