Elta continues meditating in the truck.
Having warned the others, Borak moves back the way he came, Blending in with the sand dune, so as to surprise the attackers once their backs were too him.
Ok everyone tell me what your going to do, you have been told where they stopped and if you move yourselves to where you want to be on the map, I will start the action. :)
Ok oll mobve ya
Lurking behind one of the newly formed sand dunes, Julia waited for the men to approach. Her plan was to strike from behind when they passed.
As you get under cover 1st you see they are coming in two groups with some one up on the ridge with a long gun. He is moving slower,
They look to be local smuggler types, they have blades only.
They seem to think your still in the truck.
So to get you an Ambush you need to roll
Kn Nature or Survival DC14 to know where to hide.
If you have a sand snorkel you can had in the sand, Full surprise.
Max Init and surprise round
Or move and come at them as they try to go around / over a dune
INit for those in that group +10
Then roll Stealth to hide.
You get a premnation that you should hid in the sand and attack hand to hand. A flash on an image, and the Tarot card sign cross you minds
The guard when he gets to the truck says Elta name to bring him out of his trance and points him at where the others are.
Elta comes out of her meditation and looks around. He says "I see the storm is over. Trouble huh?" He then gets out and heads to one of the sand dunes and hides.
You can all see them now, the two groups heading you way, they move fast and low, knives out. Heading to the trucks position. You bed yourselves into an ambush, Ready for them to pass you. They are not wildfreman they do not understand the sand.
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you all get ready, and look out over the, sands. After a sandstorm on the desert planet of Arrakis, known as Dune, the landscape undergoes a dramatic transformation. The once smooth and undulating dunes are reshaped and redefined, with fine grains of sand settling into new patterns and formations. The air is thick with the smell of earth and the sensation of grit, lending an almost palpable weight to the atmosphere.
The sky, which may have been obscured during the storm, begins to clear, revealing a vast expanse of deep blue and orange hues that reflect the setting sun. In the aftermath, the surface of the sand glistens with small amount of moisture from the brief encounter with the storm, giving it a more vibrant and shifting appearance. You see some areas retain peculiar shapes, creating temporary sculptures akin to ripples or waves frozen in time.
Your Footprints or tracks left by you are all gone. and as you wait Occasionally, a small cloud of dust is stirred up as the wind continues to play over the dunes, adding an ever-changing element to the scenery.
The resilience of the desert is evident, as the sands seem to breathe and shift with each gust, concealing the treasures and hidden dangers that lie beneath. After the chaos of the storm, the stark beauty of the sands is both haunting and mesmerizing, embodying the paradox of Arrakis—a land of desolation, yet rich with its own vital mysteries.
On the arid planet of Dune, the relentless sun bathes the landscape in a harsh, golden glow, while the winds howl across the vast desert, erasing any trace of recent activity. In the shimmering heat haze, a broken-down sand truck sits abandoned on the shifting sands—its metallic body battered and sun-bleached, a stark contrast against the endless dunes of the desert.
Suddenly, the tranquility is shattered by the distant rumble of engines. Two groups of spice smugglers, skilled and ruthless, emerge from a hidden crease in the landscape, their eyes gleaming with avarice for the valuable spice that’s often transported in such vehicles. The first group, comprised of three rough-and-tumble men, check their blasters and exchange nods of anticipation as they move stealthily across the sand. The second group, consisting of two more smugglers, circles around toward the rear of the truck, their movements practiced and fluid—hunters stalking their prey.
Unbeknownst to the smugglers, lurking beneath the surface of the sand are the hidden Fremen. Masters of their environment, these desert dwellers can feel the vibrations of footsteps and the tremors of engines through the earth. They lie in wait, their blue-within-blue eyes scanning the horizon, keenly aware of the impending threat. As the smugglers approach, the Fremen decide the time has come to strike, rising from their concealed positions with an eerie silence.
Just as the lead smuggler bends to inspect the truck, a sudden eruption of sand explodes upwards around him. The Fremen spring into action, pulling glimmering crysknives from their belt as they emerge from the dunes, their faces masked against the sun and the bitter winds. The element of surprise is on their side. In a fluid motion, they launch themselves at the smugglers, striking with precision and ferocity.
Amidst the chaos, the three smugglers from the first group scramble to respond, instincts kicking in as they draw their weapons, but the swift, guerrilla tactics of the Fremen catch them off-guard. Meanwhile, the two smugglers who flanked the rear are caught in shock, realizing too late the trap they’ve walked into.
The atmosphere is thick with the shouts of men, the sounds of blaster fire, and the thumping of hearts beating in adrenaline-fueled panic. The battle against the unforgiving desert has begun, as the Fremen fight to protect their land and the precious spice that is their lifeblood. The sand truck, once a potential treasure trove for the smugglers, has become the stage for a deadly confrontation between two worlds—one driven by greed and the other by survival.
Using his knowledge of Sandcraft, Borak seems to blend with the dunes as he approaches the sniper on the ridge of the dune. As the marksman lays down on the crest of the dune Borak knows that he cannot permit the rifleman to fire upon his fellows. Moving to where Dune's bright sun shines down on the back of the shooter, he shifts from the shadow of the dune, attacking the shooter with his father's blade, causing the blaster to go off prematurely.
Taking full advantage of their catching the riders flat footed, Kasit let his crysknife fly. The field projector on his wrist hummed to life, powered as it was by being charged throughout the day in the sun. The knife was a work of art, for when it hit a target, it was drawn eerily towards the next closest foe, only for the knife to be retracted to his waiting hand. It took skill to ensure that it did what he wanted, but a lifetime of hardship had trained him well. Which was unfortunate for the men standing before him.
HI all Init Monkey here,
So the fight is one, Surprise round to players
I will wait until everyone has posted. three left to do so.:)
Sister Julia was waiting patiently under the sand near Kasit. Sensing the raiders close by, she stood up took a defensive stance and waited for one of the three men in front to engage. With no obvious weapons, she didn't look like much of a threat, but looks were deceiving! Ss an initiate into the prana-bindu mysteries, she knew exactly where to hit for maximum effect and the fools in front of her were about to get a rude surprise.
Elta quietly emerges from the sand and gets behind one of the smugglers and quickly lashes out with a chop and a kick.
And then your Fremen exploded from the sand where they had been lying in wait, your stillsuits blending perfectly with the dunes until the moment of attack.
In a blur of motion, they descended upon the unsuspecting smugglers gathered near a weather-worn sand truck, their crysknives flashing in the harsh Arrakeen sun.
One smuggler barely had time to shout before he was silenced, the others scattering in panic as the Fremen struck with the precision and fury of desert-born warriors. The ambush was over in moments, the wind already beginning to erase the signs of violence, leaving only the silent, ever-shifting sands as witness.
Børak comes up being the smuggler with the long Gun
*S6 Long gun shooter AD19 TH+10 DMG2d6 / blade TH+5 DMG1d4+1 [Alive]
And dose 13 Points of DMG, S6 drops the long gun and pulls his blade
Kasit come up behind his targets and his knife flashes, cutting the man deep, then Moving he grab the mans nick and drives his blade deep into the man gut, looks at him as he dies, letting go the body drops
3 Blue LEADER AC23 TH+8 TH+10 DMG1d8+2 Group Init 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 [DEAD]
Sister Julia, As Kasit comes up so dose Julia, her target is shocked to see a woman in front of him, but the looks down to see a blade sticking out of his gut. He stagers back pulling his blade.
S2 Yellow AC 19 TH+8 DMG1d6+3 [Alive] -10hp,
The 3ed one in the group is shocked buy what just happened turns to run back the way he came
*S1 Light Blue AC 18 TH+6 TH+5 DMG1d4+1 [Alive]
Elta Tabr
As he hears the others attack so dose Elta, there is the sound of bones braking and the leader is dead, Nick broken.
S4 Red LEADER AD22 TH+9 DMG1d8+3 Group Group Init 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 [Dead]
Seeing his boss dead in an instant the young smuggler runs as well.
*S5 Pink AD16 TH+4 TH+9 DMG1d4+1 [Alive]
You see the Guard in the truck looking in shock at what just happened.
I have updated the map
As the surprised sniper drops his long arm and begins to draw his own blade, Borak shifts his feet, moving in close, he stabs at the bleeding enemy with both blades.
He is badly hurt, 1hp and staggers back confused.
60ft range
It didn’t matter much to Kasit whether the men stood and fought or fled. It also didn’t matter to him whether they had truly been a threat or not. What mattered was that it was both safer, and more profitable, for them all to die. His knife flew out, seeking to do just that.
As the last two smuggler make a run for it. Kasit drops one with a long shot.
S2 Yellow AC 19 TH+8 DMG1d6+3 [Alive] -10hp,
Yellow holding his gut wings at Sister Julia,
Missing badly
Sister Julia, you OoA attack on yellow and then a full attack.
Pink Runs
*S5 Pink AD16 TH+4 TH+9 DMG1d4+1 [Alive]
Kasit flying knife hits him in the back for 22DMG 6HP left
He staggers and tries to run back to the sand bikes
An image of a fool crosses you mind, you see the tarot card.
You can kill him or you can try to follow him
What is it to be?
You know one thing, one path leads to the fool
*S1 Light Blue AC 18 TH+6 TH+5 DMG1d4+1 [Alive]
Swings at Ethan hitting him, but Ethan fells him in the prosses killing the man. Ethan holds his arm useless by his said.
Kasit froze for a moment. He knew that this moment was going to make a difference. To kill the man or to follow him? One lead to being a fool. With only a moment to think, he acted. There was an old saying: ruthlessness was mercy to oneself. The desert was deadly, and if the man got to his bike then there was no guarantee of tracking him. It would put himself at risk and if the man got away he could come back with reinforcements. The wise move was to kill him, take whatever was of value, and to dispose of the bodies. They had a mission to perform, and it would be foolish to jeopardize it. Knife in hand…
The man falls to the dust dead.
As you look up you see the 8th smugger who had not gone with the others look at you with pour hate. He dusks down behind a dune and you hear a sand back speed away out of sight behind the dune.
Only one still stands yellow, how is quickly killed by the rest of you.
END OF COMBAT.
As you search them you find
7 Smuggler still suits
7 knives
A long Bidi rifel DMG 1d10 Range 120' single shot
the
3 Sand backs.
on them you find 3 off world medical packs.
Acts as CLW 1d8+3 HP pack tech wise.
Thinking it might be a good idea to take a prisoner for interrogation, Sister Julia subtly adjusted her stance. She still punched the guy in the face, but she was aiming to knock him out rather than ram his nose cartilage up into his brain.
Making sure the 'sniper' is dead, Borak sheaths his knives. Picking up the rifle and searching the body for ammunition (and anything else of value) he drags the body back to the others. "After we collect their water, we should retrieve their vehicles." Looking toward the 'leader' he adds, "Assuming you don't mind we claim right of the kill."
Kasit stayed silent, feeling as if though he had failed a test. He took a deep breath. There was no changing the past. He went about seeing to the dead, to endure that they could gain whatever water price that they could gather.
Thinking it might be a good idea to take a prisoner for interrogation, Sister Julia subtly adjusted her stance. She still punched the guy in the face, but she was aiming to knock him out rather than ram his nose cartilage up into his brain.
[dice=AOO]1d20+6-2[dice=Non-lethal damage]1d6 + 2d6
[dice=Flurry 1]1d20+6-2[dice=Non-lethal damage]1d6 + 2d6
[dice=Flurry 2]1d20+6-2[dice=Non-lethal damage]1d6 + 2d6
[dice=Crit?]1d20+6-2[dice=Non-lethal damage]1d6
The man drops but he is still alive but out cold.
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So you have one still alive, taken down by Sister Julia.
It's odd she dose not seem to be that dangerous but you can tell she is a very skilled fighter.
One got away having got a clear look at one of you.
The rest are dead.
They where hired by a grey skined dwarf of a fellow, call "Nix the snark" who is well known around these parts as a "fixer'
The Guard and driver get out and look at what you did.
"Yes it is all yours, I recognise two of these men, They are a local gang, We need to know who paid them, I want the live one. We will question him"
With in an hour a sand truck pickup comes and three workers get out, soon they have the tuck hooked up and two it and you all to the local village. Where there is a where house. A new working truck us then filled with the ship meent in your broken one and sets off with 5 guards this time. Inc yours. But before he sets of you are paid.
"You don't need a truck ride now you have sand bakes. I hope to see you gain. We have it form here, This is your pay."
He hands you a 10l backpack of water
"Pay and bounty, and if you are willing to, ride the sand bikes as escort with us to arrakeen if you can. That why I paid more"
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As the workers hook up the sand truck, Borak familiarizes himself with the rifle. Having recovered the 'sand bikes' they ride back to the local village and keep a keen eye out as they swap to a working truck. Raising an eyebrow at the pay, Borak looks toward the others when they are asked to continue escorting the trucks to Arakeen.
Before speaking to the prisoner, Sister Julia searched for anything the man might have as well as the corpses and the bikes.
you find the look and a small stansponder, the kind that opens a locked door. On it is the words. Locker hall 3
Satisfied with the results of her search Sister Julia somewhat imperiously said, "Blindfold him"
Once that was done she waited for a while before she spoke to him in low and menacing terms, "You're probably wondering what's going to happen to you when you get to wherever it is you're going to. Meanwhile I'm wondering how long it will take you to die, if we break your legs, strip you naked and leave you out here. Dying of thirst is said to be a particularly hard way to go. Will you last a day? You look strong, maybe you'll last two excruciating days with your blistered skin coming off in strips."
Uncomfortably close whispering into his ear she said, "Such a death could be avoided, all we need is a name. Who sent you?"
He shakes with fear, "Ronis the bar owner, he hired us, in Akrakeen he hired us, But Trillic got away, he will be going to tell Ronis now. You had best let me go, or others will come, he will send others"
”So you were hired to kill us. Failed, and are now threatening to have us killed if we don’t let you go.” Kasit mused. ”Not the best negotiating tactic. Why not try again, and tell us how your life serves our interest.”
Pleased that the sister and his cousin are able to get more information from the doomed prisoner, Borak considers what they should do next. Leaning towards Ethan and Elta he comments, "Sounds like we should go speak with this Ronis before he can put Trillic's information to use and prepare for our coming."
Julia nodded to Kasit, approving of his question, and she added one of her own, "So you've decided to be useful, a wise choice. We found a transponder that opens something in Locker hall 3. Where is this locker hall 3 situated?"
There was always the possibility he might lie, the harder you pressed somebody the more likely this was. As a student of the Bene Gesserit ways, Julia was well aware that a lighter touch could often yield far greater results, for those with sufficient patience.
”ii don’t know, that’s Bulist lockup , if it’s anywhere it’s close to the port.”z
Believing they'd gotten as much information from the prisoner as they were going to get, Borak turns to the leader of the other guards, "I'm glad he answered, it would be a waste of his water to leave him to die, legs broken in the deep desert."
”But would it be a waste of water to keep him alive?” Kasit asked. ”We can leave him here to his own fate, legs intact. What I don’t want is him coming for us, and this fool has given us no reason to see his continued breathing as being in our interests.”
When your ready to move on let me know.
Looking from the captured man to his cousin, "It would be a waste of his water to keep him alive. We should finish him and move on."
Sister Julia pointed out softly, "This isn't a seiche, we can't reclaim his water here..." In truth this was a deflection of sorts, although if push came to shove and the boys really wanted him dead, he simply wasn't a priority for her.
"May his water bloom beyond the people. We should end this."
Ethan clearly believes time should be reclaimed now, not water.
Reacting to Ethan's tone, Julia added ]"There is another consideration, the prisoner claimed more would come. If true we either need to be gone, or to set another ambush."