Hey guys. Internet's back, for good I hope... Seems thers a communication problem between my computer and my router.
Anyway, I'm going to have to drop out of this game... *cringe*
This blackout has shown me that I'm spending way to much time on pbp, I need to get this under control so I'm drasticly cutting back on my pbp, I'm only keeping the ones I've been in the longest and the ones I've got the most invested in.
Good gaming and no hard feelings, I hope we can game together again in the future.
Hey ppl. Sorry for dropping off the radar but I've been having issues with my internet connection, the wife accidentally pulled the power plug, twice, and I can't connect. I'm posting this from my mothers. Hopefully I'll have this resolved before long.
Dax had one of the humans in tow so I figured he'd strap him over is bike. As to formation I have no preferance, maybee just the order in wich we post up? So Desh first, Dax second and the next poster next in line?
Dax rakes his brain as he looks around, trying to get a clue where the hell they were. kn galactic lore; 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
"I don't see a better option." he replies to Desh as he fires up his swoop after securing the unconcious ganger. "Might as well follow the bread-crumbs."
Hauling his skiff out of the lift he unserimoniously dumps the cords and heads to the swoopbikes. "Come on guys. Try you keys, their bound to work on one of them." Taking out his key he tries it on the first one he reaches.
"Hello Amin. I'm Dax." he says as he helps Amin to his feet. "Very noble words, but take a moment to look at your surroundings, do you know where we are?" he asks the miralukan, concern writen over his face.
Dax shakes his head in amazement at the levity of the bunch, killing was serious buisness, staying alive too. Tensing his body he lashes out with a kick to the sith's thigh followed by an elbow to the head.
Dax takes a moment to watch as the sith falls over the ledge, turning around without any display of emtion he runs toward the neares sith and aims a punch at his head.
No, that sounds about right. But there are, of course, several feats lined up to make a better medic/surgeon and then thes the Medic prestige class from Force Unleashed pg. 51-53 wich gives access to talents for making a focused medic.
Dax gazes up at the lightsaber duel, trying to make out features under the bilowing cloaks.
perception. 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Kn;galactic lore 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
"We should concern ourselves with escape first.". He admonishes Jerrn in his strangely calm voice. "..memorables later. Come on, keep going."
"Sleds." Dax suddenly mutters and drops the human uncerimoniosly bak on the floor. "Give me the power prybar please." he says to Jerrn. Taking it he heads to the nearest pod and works loose a metal sheet wich he places both humans on before fastening a length of wire to it. "Want to place the wookie with them? We can drag them between us, drop them in a hurry if thers trouble." he says to Desh.
"Thanks." Dax says as Six tosses him the keys. Claiming one of the hip holsters and a pulse wave pistol Dax makes ready to lift the human he and Desh knocked out. "You can carry you friend over there, lead on please." he says to the twilek.
Looking up at Desh's question he closes his eyes and reaches out with the force, sending his thoughts down the corridor.
"I heard that." Dax says to the cowering twilek adopting a defencive stance. "We'd really like to get out of here, help us please." he tries to reason with him.
Hearing no reactions to the talking from the gangers Dax figureas 'Why bother?' and makes his way to the concole where the twilek is hunkering down, intent on taking him out next. "Cant we talk about this?" he ventures as he stands over him.
Hey, no big deal. I'm actually glad you pointed it out, always willing to learn, but I can't see how I mis-used the word or mixed them up there. He's trying to make sence of his surroundings and then using the sence surroundings application of the force... Thers no past-tence implications anywhere in there...
Amazed at the tenacity of the wookie, still standing after all the beating him and Desh have given him, Dax continues undetered with hitting the beast.
Rapid Strike; 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Thats definately way off so I'll leave the damage roll.
Sidling up to the wookie again, smoking in various places after his blaser barage, Dax throws his hands up to distract the crazed beast. As the wookie reacts by raising his hands to block Dax quickly dodges to the side punching the wookie twice in the stomach.
Rapid strike + force point 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 5 + (3) = 18
Damage; if 15 hits the wookies reflex then shift the force point over to tha damage roll; 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12
Unable to center his feelings he feels only the hurricane that is the force around him. "I can't sence anyone down there, the force is troubled here." he states as he follows after Desh to attack the wookie.
Rapid strike vs. wookie, non-leathal + force point if it hits.1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9, 2d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 + (1) = 13
Hey Desh, I don't know if you know this but you can't add your force point roll to the damage roll without a talent. RAW it's just on the attack roll, skill check or ability check. Dax can add it to the damage roll of an unarmed strike becouse of his Telekinetik Strike talent.
'Great, junkies.' Stepping up Dax swiftly makes his way along the pod he was hiding behind to come up by the zabrak staring out the door. Gliding to him Dax comes up with two swift jabs to his head, aiming to put him down swiftly.
To hit; 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage non-leathal; 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 8) + 4 = 16
If the attack hits the force point stacks with the damage roll instead of the attack roll; 1d6 ⇒ 4
Without a word Dax follows Six's orders and hurriedly ducks behind the pod in front of the door, hunkering down he awaits the entrance of the unknown friend or foe. "Anybody have a clue if either faction is friendly?"
Take postition at F 14, stealth; 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
"Dax, Dax Oan. Your Desh, he's Six, he's Jerrn." Dax states as he goes over to the other body in a labcoat and rifles through his pockets.
"We have a security card a datapad and a code cylinder here, let's see what he's working on." he says as he powers up the datapad and inserts the code cylinder with the pocket scrambler. Take 10 use computer, untrained; 10 + 2 = 12 and pocket Project Manager Ire Kaladius's stuff.
KN; Galactic Lore to see if I realize whats going on with the force; 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
"Thers a blaster fight going on outside." Dax states as he scans over the corpses, "I don't recognize the insignia but the equipment is definately core-world tech, very high tech." Bending down he starts stripping the lab technician of his jumpsuit and putting it on along with his boots.
"Let's gather up any usable equipment. Better to have it and not need it than the other way around."
Freezing in his tracks as the comlink crackles he quickly picks up the remainder of technician Hale's equipment, checking the power supply of the hold out blaster as he stands up.
Still sitting with his hands in his lap Dax opens his eyes at the mention of the dream. "I was having the same dream. You felt familiar in it, like we were part of a team." Feeling calmer he gets up and goes to stand over the corpses, in no hurry to neither arm nor dress himself. "Do you see any markings on them? Any identifyers?"
KN; Social Sciences to identify any corporate markings; 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Rising to his hands and knees Dax spits and coughs out the last of the liquids, raising his head his long hair falling out over his head he plods down into a sitting postition and tries to make sence of his surroundings.
"Where am I?" he manages as he closes his eyes and tries to feel the ryth and flow of the force.
Dax stands stock still, one foot slightly behind the other, fists clenched and raised by his hips as he takes in the scene, moving not a muscle as he calmly gazes at the Sith Lord as the tell-tale sign of his red lightsaber illuminates his death mask.
A slight twitch is the only movement as he battles his emotions, fight or flee? Fight or flee? Every instict in his body tells him to turn and run, he has no chance of surviving a battle with a sith lord no less. 'RUN!' his mind screams and his eye twitches.
'Fear.' he thinks calmly to himself, trying to see through the haze of emotion. 'Fear is of the dark. Calm. Ride it out. Calm.' taking a deep breath he repeats the mantra to himself. Breathing out he springs into action, betraying no emotion as he meets the dark lords gaze, no emotion but pitty.
Surge; 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
"Don't worry." he says as he surges into range of the monster. "This will all be over soon."
Falling back on his teachings he allows the force to flow through his hands as he attacks in a flurry of blows.
