The Stormtrooper points his blaster down at the dug, Shut up, alien scum or you will take a blaster to that ugly face
"My legs are starting to cramp. How long is this 'don't move' order going to be, you think?" Rufus asks the stormtrooper immediately behind the lead trooper.
In response to the threat the Dug swivels in his chair turning an unworried back to the said antagonist. He takes a swig of his drink and says quietly to himself...I'd buy him a drink but his face is probably as hideous as his manners. Guess I'll just wait for him to leave.
Caught off guard by the stormtrooper's order, Robbidon is in mid-swig of his ale but turns slowly enough to put his back to the bar and to be able to see the room, the woman, and the Imperial soldiers (hopefully) without alarming the latter.
The olive-skinned pilot winces inwardly at the Dug's bold words, and coughs away a chuckle at the man named Griller's comment.
Slowly, Robb lowers his mug to the bar counter and puts on his best, friendly smile, with the back of his right elbow resting on the counter...leaving his shooting hand hanging loose, and slightly away from his blaster pistol.
He then follows Lemm's comment with, "Officers. Please. No need for the hostility. We're all just minding our own business, enjoying our drinks. I'm, sure we can handle this in a civilized manner...?"
Meanwhile, the Kuat native's sharp eyes are counting the number of troopers and noting their locations.
Raising his next shot, Kol almost spit it out again when the gaggle of stormtroopers burst in.
Stormtroopers? What are they doing here? Are they looking for me? He thought wildly. His hand slid just a centim towards his blaster...
Dreams looks around for cover as he quickly assesses the number of troopers.
The bastards shot me down once when I wasn't ready. Let's see how they do when I am.
He then slowly eases his hand towards his holster.
If this starts, I cannot let any troopers survive
Christon turns to the troopers calmly. "Yes, officers. We're just minding our own business, were loyal citizens."
If you are trained in Use the Force make a sense use of the Force check.
Christon, you detect 2 presences, strong in the dark side apporaching
Arue didn't move a muscle - as a survivor, she knew better when to do so. She pretty much noticed things happening and quickly escalating around her, and fought her instinct to just leave that cantina - even this kind of movement could be taken the wrong way. Yet, something on her was almost pushing her to go check on the woman. She pulled her poncho up. It was unnatural for her to ignore suffering, despite what all her surviving flags were telling her, so her eyes couldn't help but stay focused in the entire action.
6 troopers but it sounds like more are coming.
Before anyone can do anything the lady who came in to the room, who Christon is talking to, pulls out 4 cartridges from her belt and they explode causing a cover of gas, a wall of gas, so to say, to hide the part of the cantina where the group is, from the stormtroopers.
We have to get out of here she says as she begins to leave out another exit.
Curious at the reasoning behind the woman "igniting" the gas, Lak follows her out the exit. He draws his stun baton while moving just to make sure.
I'd like to stun the idiot trooper that threatened me but that would just aggravate the situation and might impede the "escape" so better wait for another time. the Dug thinks as he runs.
Arue looks around, confused. Apparently, she was pulled into it - and she would definitely have a quite hard time explaining she wasn't involved in anything, regardless of not being. With the thought in mind - and a will to help, that she can't really fight - the replica droid moves to keep up with the strange women and the even stranger people surrounding her.
"WE have to..? Ahhh, not good." Robbidon groans as the canisters explode, turning toward LE-M-O7d and giving him a slight shove towards the door. "Lemm, we gotta move, buddy. Those Troopers are never gonna believe we aren't part of...whatever this is...now."
Running out of the establishment behind the young woman, and knowning Lemm's sometimes hesitant nature, Robbs calls back at his droid partner, "Besides...she's wounded and needs help, right?"
As soon as the unexpected Gas Canisters go off Dreams draws his sidearm as he follows the group out.
Taking advantage of the smoke and confusion, Kol ducked out the other exit with all the others.
The woman's panic and sudden smoke screen was a surprise. Her command for everyone to get out of there was also highly presumptive. "Come on, the food here's not that bad!" he quips, then decides to make an escape as well. His mouth had always been able to get himself into trouble, and being the only one left after this would probably ruin his day by getting questioned by a bunch of humorless stormtroopers.
Plus, he had unpaid docking fees back on Eldos VII.
He makes his way for the rear exit trying to look nonchalant amidst the rest of the people scrambling for a way out.
Christon starts to sweat as he detects the dark side sources, then everything happens too fast to think. Seeing it as a good chance to put land behind him and the potential threats, and with the woman apparently being more than just a lady in peril, he follows as fast as he can - though not before picking his backpack.
Using the smoke and the ensuing chaos that it creates, the human woman leads the group down a passage way, turning and twisting into a hangar bay that looks in very rough shape.
The deep storage bay is as run-down as the hallways leading up to
it, with entire metal plates missing from the floor and a huge, open
exhaust shaft near the back of the room. Large crates litter the area,
creating the appearance of a haphazard mess, and the air has a
distinct smell of sweat and fumes that makes the entire area
unpleasant. Flickering lights provide modest illumination, and a
burst pipe along the ceiling leaks blue fluid down one wall.
Near the center of the room is an item that seems very out of
place—a large, finely crafted desk made of Japor ivory wood, which
means that the desk is both priceless and rare. Sitting peacefully
behind the desk is a protocol droid with shiny, ebony coverings that
seem to soak up light and offer only the slightest reflection. The
droid’s eyes flicker slightly, as though imitating a person blinking
rapidly.
Jaas stumbles to a halt several feet into the hangar bay and gawks at the open room, gesturing. "Lady...I dunno who you are, but...this is your plan?
Lak follows the others at a decent clip of speed. As those ahead of him enter the hangar he almost runs into one of them who suddenly stops.
Skidding to a halt a few short spans from the human, Lak takes a look around quickly appraising the quality and rareness of the desk.
WHile he is looking, he attempts to get a idea of what this hangar is used for by assessing the haphazard array of crates.
His eyes just keep getting drawn to the droid and the desk.
What's protoc droid doing in this mess? For that matter what are we doing in this mess? Lak says looking at the lady for an answer.
Glancing at the desk... Well, that's weird... Kol turned to finding a maintenance hatchway. He still had his key cards and felt confident he could either unlock it or plasma torch his way through if need be...
Arue kept looking around with curiosity. What was that place? Everything seemed odd, including that protocol droid. Was it an Imperial droid? She remembers they have those black ones. Or maybe something stolen and repurposed.
As LE-M-07d spoke, she just pretended she couldn't understand. Her best defense would always, always be deception. She had been in jail for enough time to know when something looks like a trap, but yet there was something about this particular occasion that sounded somewhat different.
Finally, she turned to the hurt woman, ignoring the droid.
Who are you, and what are we doing here? - and as she spoke, her hand touched her blaster pistol, as if being ready to draw if needed. Her rifle was likely a lot more dangerous, but inappropriate for this type of situation.
yes, somehow this is large enough to move through without being impeded, the place including the storage bay is just a hot mess.
Another Use the Force, Sense Check
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Dreams stumbles to a halt with his blaster in the air.
He then looks back to see if they were followed.
I hope we lost the bucketheads. Now what are we doing here.
Dreamcatcher, you detect, albeit weakly, dark side energy but not much more than that.
Rufus starts counting all the beings that fled the cantina along with him. The one-eyed droid surprised him by mentioning that the woman who threw the smoke cartridges was injured, which gave him another piece to the puzzle.
The ornate desk, ebon protocol droid, and the run-down hangar just made him realize how few pieces he really had.
"Well, this isn't the commissary! Must have taken a wrong turn at that leaking pipe back there. And what's with half the bar running from the troopers back there? Was Gundark having a half-off for fugitives promotion going on I wasn't told about?"
Robbidon nods at Dreams and then chuckles at Rufus' comment as he moves towards the woman as some of the others address the protocol droid. "Lady? Miss..? What are we doing here? Who ARE you?"
"I am a medic, or at least the most similar to it here and now, I guess."
He picks a med patch from his backpack.
"You are in need of healing and I will provide it" he says, "then you tell us what's going on, deal?"
Knowing that he can in no ways help with healing, Lak walks over to the Protocol droid, Hey, Black toed tick tock, what is your programming and what your purpose here? he asks the droid.
Kristen also feels that the dark side presences are around th3 station.
"They certainly could use a maintenance droid here."
Kol snorted, still hunting for a handy maintenence hatchway. He clicked on his flashlight, not trusting the flickering lights and fumes.
"Yeah, unless they pulled materiel from this bay to fix a 'Higher Priority' job. Depending on what you want, this might be better." He commented.His light fixed on the exhaust shaft.
"What the hell is this exhaust shaft doing open?" He swore to himself.
Shivering slightly with the feel of the cold.
I don't think we should stay here much longer. We need to move, does anyone know of a way off the station??
Dreams quickly nods back at Jaas, and then starts pacing nervously.
Rufus turns to the Cathar. "Oh, there's lots of ways off the station. But unless you're good in a vacuum, it's best to leave in a ship of some kind. Show of hands: who's got one?"
Look I am getting a bad feeling about where we are. Is there somewhere else that we can get to that is not here!!
Dreams continues to pace agitatily, and looks out the door with his blaster in hand.
"Mine's busy" Christon answers while he applies the medical patch.
"And we must leave. Now."
The lady speaks Thank you for your help. I am sorry to bring your into danger. The Stormtroopers were made aware of my presence by someone on this station. My name Maya. I am an Alderaanian Security agent,and we need to get out of here.
Looking at the droid Switch, we need to get off this station. Is the alternate transport available and ready?
Lak hears what Maya says and waits to here the droids response.
Great a clinker is in charge of our escape. I think we might want another plan as well.
Lak looks around to see if there is anywhere that could possibly offer a hiding space or alternative exit to the hangar.
Spleeb it, I can't find an access hatchway... Groused Kol.
Clicking off his flashlight, he hauled out his three generations out of date datapad and started looking for schematics for this storage bay. He really hoped they weren't as out of date.