miss
miss
crit
x2= 14
Nomi raises a hand to stop the group, " Hold up, Company. " Taril bumps into Nomi's arm and looks around " Anybody speak mushroom? " She quips. Just ahead of Nomi, Avizzi looks around the misty swamp. " What, Company? I would have noti... "
" Yaya, qua matra! " Seeing they've been spotted the felucians rise up and yell a challenge. The two closest charge at Avizzi and Nomi swinging their rancor jawbones wildly. Avizzi and Nomi both manage to dodge out of the way.
The other two, further away glide through the swamp with ease, thrusting out their left arms out, one towards Kalus, and the other at Russel. Kalus feels nothing, but Russel is hit square in the chest with some invisible force.
Russel: Hp: 12/26, Ct: -1
Avizzi brings up his rifle quickly, blocking the bone attack with its hardened metal structure. Swinging it aside, he draws his pistol and fires it point-blank at the creature before him.
Glaring at the two in the mist, Kalus yells at them, "Why the kriff are you attacking us in this forsaken, humid, muddy, misty swamp!? Go the kriff away!"
Quickly drawing his blaster, he points it at one of the aliens that attacked and fires.
Angry and uncomfortable from their trek, however, his aim is way off the mark.
There's a snap hiss sound and a bronze energy blade with a pure white core springs to life in Nomi's hands. For a long, breathless moment Nomi looks perfectly at ease standing there with the antique weapon, bathed in its golden light. Then in a humming arc she brings the blade down upon her attacker's weapon.
Russel's eyes go wide as Nomi activates a lightsaber, "Watch out with that damn laser sword, those things are dangerous if you don't know what you are doing!"
He then draws his blaster and fires a round at the enemy tat already struck him.
Blaster Attack (Point Blank Shot)
Damage
"Whoa! Taril exclaims as the felucian's attack!
She whips her blaster from it's holster and fires at the felucian attacking Nomi, her eyes wide with amazement as the drunkard pull out a lightsaber!
"Whoa! Taril exclaims as the felucian's attack!
She whips her blaster from it's holster and fires at the felucian attacking Nomi....
"DON'T!" Nomi shouts.
Nomi ignites a lightsaber standing on the light of the bronze blade for just a moment before swiping at the Felucians jawbone sword. The native manages to angle it's weapon under the lightsaber so it doesn't get hit.
Taril reacts quickly drawing her blaster and firing in one fluid motion the shot wings the felucians side just missing.
Avizzi blocks the jawbone sword with his rifle, drawing his pistol he fires at the felucians belly, but the felucians manages to knock his pistol hand with an arm making the shot miss,
Russel draws his blaster and fires back at the Felucian that attacked him from afar. The shot flashes through the mist sizzling as it goes flashing past the felucians shoulder.
Kalus gives the natives a piece of his mind while he draws his pistol and fires at one of the felucians, the shot goes wide.
The felucians continue thier assault swinging thier Jawbone swords viciously.
The felucian fighting Nomi slices under Nomi's lightsaber and up scoring a nasty hit on her arm.
Avizzi ducks under a Jawbone sword and then blocks another attack as a Felucian charges from his left.
The fourth felucian charges at Kalus. Kalus steps away from the blow but catches the flat of the Jawblade on his leg.
Russel: Hp: 12/26, Ct: -1
Nomi: Hp: 22/34
Kalus: Hp: 20/24
"ERG! Frackin' barvy glitbitee!"
"No?? What? They're trying to kill us!" Taril shouts at Nomi, wincing as she was proved right, Nomi taking a hit.
The Twi'lek watches the action for a few moments before firing again at the Felucian attacking Nomi....
....but the quick movements prove too much, "Stop moving around so much!" she demands.
"No?? What? They're trying to kill us!" Taril shouts at Nomi, wincing as she was proved right, Nomi taking a hit.
The Twi'lek watches the action for a few moments before firing again at the Felucian attacking Nomi....
....but the quick movements prove too much, "Stop moving around so much!" she demands.
"HEY!" An accidentally defected blaster bolt from an unanticipated quarter pulls Nomi back from the edge of red-hot anger. "What I mean is: they hardly look imperial. As much they look like the foliage I would figure them for locals. We've probably stepped into some kind of sacred Felucian mulchgrounds or something."
Avizzi ferociously defends, moving with grace and ease as he weaves under one attack and brings his rifle up again, blocking the other. He feints a swing of the larger weapon, leading the Felucian directly into the path of his actual attack, another shot from the pistol.
"They attacked more deadly predators, and now they are prey. It's the way of things." Avizzi speaks without remorse or hesitation, simply issuing his worldview as fact.
Glaring at Nomi, Kalus shouts, "They attacked us, they reap the consequences. That includes death, Jedi."
With the mist no longer an impediment, Kalus fires at the one next to him.
Kalus quickly draws his vibroblade and moves to flank with Taril.
"True, but I'm guessing there's more than four of them on the planet, and we already have enough enemies to deal with, so if you ain't already killed someone you you might consider setting those things for stun. And I'm not a Jedi. I'm just another scoundrel like all of you."
Focusing on the Force, Nomi slashes her lightsaber through the Felucian's torso. Taril's blaster bolt ricochets off the lightsaber blade as the native falls into the murky swamp.
Using his rifle to parry sword blows Avizzi brings his pistol up and fires a slug round into a Felucian's belly. The being screams ferociously the slug rips through its belly and out its back.
Russel takes a few steps to the side and fires at one of the natives attacking Avizzi.
The red bolt slams into the Felucian's head throwing the creature to the ground.
Kalus steps under a jawbone sword swing and puts the muzzle of his blaster directly on his foes chest. Squeezing the trigger he sends the native splashing into the swamp. Stepping over his dead foe Kalus moves to help Avizzi.
" Peace! Please, stop fighting! " comes a call in Basic from the mist. A human man with a scarred face and stringy grey hair sloshes through the swamp towards the fight. He calls out in the felucian tongue and the wounded felucian fighting Avizzi steps back leaning on its jawbone sword.
Nomi: Hp: 22/34
Kalus: Hp: 20/24
Felucian Scout (Red) Damage: 10
Avizzi brings his pistol up and keeps it leveled on the last Felucian's head, but he doesn't pull the trigger. "Who are you?" he asks, his eyes not leaving his target.
If the Felucian makes any move to attack, Avizzi fires.
For an instant, Kalus considers finishing off the wounded Felucian and blasting the old man, as it's just been that kind of day. However, Nomi's words of having enough enemies ring in his ears, and as much as he isn't sure he trusts or wants to listen to her, it can't hurt to hear the man out. Turning towards the man, Kalus takes aim and asks, "We'd really appreciate some answers, old man. I don't take kindly to ambushes."
He prepares to shoot the man if he does anything hostile towards them.
Nomi switches off her lightsaber and attaches it to her belt and steps out in front of Kalus and the stranger.
"Put it away Kalus. The only way we win this fight is by not fighting it." Nomi says.
Russel points his blaster to the ground and awaits the explanation from the Human remaining quiet for now.
The old hermit holds his arms up, in a pose of surrender, and the remaining felucian holds steady, leaning on it's sword, breathing heavily.
" I'm really sorry, this has been a terrible misunderstanding. I think these scouts have mistaken you for imperial agents. I ah, I'm Valus Mandrake. I've been living here with the felucians for a while now... Since the war... " the old man says, keeping his eyes locked on Kalus but adressing the whole group.
Side-eyeing Nomi, Kalus says, "Looked like we were doing pretty well to me." Still he holsters the blaster and listens to the man.
"Since the war, huh? Living with the natives?"
"Imperials? We don't even have little matching outfits, have they seen these Stormtroopers before old man?"
At the appearance of the strange man , and his suit for peace, Taril stood straight, but kept her blaster un-holstered , in a relaxed grip alongside her thigh.
She nods at Russel's comment, "Yeah, no too many of me in the Imperial ranks." she says, her lips twisted in a snide grin.
" Yeah I guess you think it's weird. " He replies to Kalus " I was stranded here after the war. So I've made a life for myself, here with the natives. "
Then he answers Russel and Taril's objections.
" Yeah, well, I could tell right away. To the Felucians though we all just seem alien and the only people running about the jungle usually are imperials. I've won this tribes trust, but they've had a rough time with the Imperial occupation. We've managed to keep the nearby village hidden so far but there have been some close calls. "
He clears his throat. " Please, you should all come rest in the village and get your wounds looked at. I'll explain what happened to the chief. What are you folks doing out here anyway? "
"Will the rest of the village attack us if we do?"
At the appearance of the strange man , and his suit for peace, Taril stood straight, but kept her blaster un-holstered , in a relaxed grip alongside her thigh.
She nods at Russel's comment, "Yeah, no too many of me in the Imperial ranks." she says, her lips twisted in a snide grin.
Nomi rolls her eyes. Didn't I just say that about the werecabbages?
She looks at the others indicating that she doesn't see much way around going to the village and is ready to get it over with.
" No, I'm sure that if I speak for you, you'll be made welcome. So if you want to rest up, maybe get a guide or at least some useful information about the surrounding area, follow me, the village isn't far. If not I'll leave you to be on your way. "
Valus turns and sloshes off through the swamp, the felucian scout picks up one of his fallen friends and turns to follow the old man.
"We should probably follow if for not other reason than to not have to worry about running into them again".
Great more trudging through the muck.
"If we're going to follow, let's go. Maybe we can get a guide to get us there more quickly."
Looking at Nomi, he says, "And while we walk, you can tell me how you're not a Jedi, despite knowing how to swing a lightsaber."
Taril stares at the old man as if he suddenly grew a mushroom out of his head, then shakes her head, and holsters her blaster.
"Fine, but I hope the don't hold it against us that one of theirs is dead..." she states plainly.
Looking at Nomi, he says, "And while we walk, you can tell me how you're not a Jedi, despite knowing how to swing a lightsaber."
"Sure. But answer me this first. You know how to turn on a light. Does that qualify you as an electrician?"
Snorting, Kalus says, "No, but people from Tatooine know how to turn on a light. Not everyone in the galaxy knows how to not only turn a lightsaber on, but use it effectively." He gestures at the Felucian she killed with it. "Looks rather suspicious, no?"
"If I really knew how to use it he wouldn't be dead." Nomi says darkly.
Avizzi shrugs and slides his pistol back into its holster, and begins moving with the rest of the group, rifle once again at the ready. He glances at Kalus and Nomi-Rae as they have their conversation and grunts. "A weapon's a weapon. Anyone can learn to use a sword, or a blaster, or a slugthrower, or a lightsaber. Jedi are just the most common users of that particular style." He holds his rifle towards them. "You could probably shoot this as easy as a blaster, more or less. Doesn't make you a master marksman, although with practice, you could become one. Just like your electrician."
Russel interjects into the conversation, "Maybe we should be careful with that Jedi word. If we start throwing that around on another more populous world someone might report us for a reward even if it's a mistake Let's use a codeword for Jedi, like I don't know, electrician".
Valus Mandrake snorts stifling a chuckle as he trudges north through the swamp a little way ahead of the group. " Heh, Electrician. " he mutters.
After 15-20 minutes walk you all reach the edge of the swamp, the mist parts and you find yourselves on the edge of a copse of large mushrooms that seem old and petrified. Strung up from a smaller mushroom is the effigy of a Stormtrooper, the armour arranged on sticks and held together with vines.
As you follow Mandrake in you see that the Felucians have carved out the insides of the old mushrooms, making them into large huts. In the center of the village, a number of native Felucians gather in a half circle, squatting by a cooking fire and turning to look at you as you enter. While others look at you curiously from doorways. Though the village area has been cleared, small mushrooms and other plants still rise up from the ground, as though the jungle itself resisted any attempts at civilization.
" I'll go speak with the chief but you all should be alright to have a look around. That's my place over there, feel free to have a rest if you're tired. " Valus moves over to the group around the fire and after talking to them in their strange language he moves off into one of the larger Hutts near the central fire.
Nomi concentrates upon her own thoughts.
Thankful to be walking on solid ground, Kalus looks about at the people and mushroom huts. His hand stays in the area of his blaster, although he avoids touching or drawing it. Still, he is wary. After all, this guy seemed nice, but he didn't know him, and the Felucians might decide a little payback was in order for their three dead comrades.
Avizzi enters the village with the others, and although it's clearly a true settlement, he remains on edge. The sounds of pain reach him, and he flicks his gaze that way, but the togruta himself doesn't go to investigate.
Perception
Seeing that no one is interested in what the sound is Russel will break away and investigate for himself, Who knows perhaps if I assist someone we can get some help back from these locals..."
Russel steps away from the group, following the sound of the cries he comes to the door of a smaller mushroom hut off to one side of the village center. Inside four small felucians, who must be only children lie on cots, thin and frail, their skin a sickly grey they lie still except when they cry out with pain. An adult felucian sits in a chair of sorts next to one of the cots trying to get one of the sickly children to drink.
Meanwhile at the village center one of the felucians from the cooking fire approaches the rest of the group a little cautiously, holding out a bowl with some kind of thin soup or perhaps a thickish drink.
Taril walks into the 'mushroom's' village, visibly unimpressed. However, having seen how violent the Felucian's can be she was paying attention.
She notes the cries of pain, but sees Russel moving off to check it out.
When she turns around, she finds herself presented with the unappetizing drink.
She tries her best to hide her disgust...
and takes a quick drink.
Avizzi accepts the bowl after only a brief hesitation. "Better to drink what we can in jungles like this. You never know when the next meal will be." He casts a raised eye Taril's way and sips.
Passing familiar with the chemical properties of some mushrooms, Nomi stalls to see what happens to her more trusting companions before taking a drink herself.
Russel approaches Valus, "Why are these kids so sick, any idea?"
Kalus waves away the bowl with a, "No thanks, I'm not thirsty." Observimg Russel going and checking out one of the mushroom houses, he goes to catch up with him, just as Russell asks Valus about the sick children.
The thick drink is sickly sweet, then leaves a slightly bitter after taste, Nomi watches as Avizzi and Taril take sips. Nothing untoward happens but the felucian seems pleased.
Valus emerges from the large mushroom hut, smiling he takes a long drink from the bowl and then is about to say something when Russel comes back and asks about the sick children. He frowns " It's very worrying, it was only a couple of days ago that they started to get sick, it's something new and the healers have not been able to find a cure. It seems to be affecting the youngest and weakest first but it's spreading. If you'd like to talk to the healers about it I could translate. "
Nomi takes the drink. And then looks over one of the alien kids. She puts a hand to what she hopes is a brow.
Nomi shares the diagnosis.
"I might be able to help one--with the right equipment, but.... Are these all of them?" She asks Valus.
" Really? Ah, yes these four, at the moment. " Valus speaks to the older felucian that is tending the sick young and then turns back to Nomi. " There were to others but they, passed last night. What kind of equipment do you need? "