Initiative:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Igniting his lightsaber, Koros rushes forward to cut down the stormtrooper not engaged by Hish.
Attack:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
The Jensaarai halts his charge a forearms length away from the bewildered stormtrooper, using the momentum to spin himself around before stabbing his silver blade backwards into the white armored torso behind him.
Damage:2d8 ⇒ (6, 8) = 14
The stormtrooper tries to scream in pain, but can only manage a low rasping sound as the air leaves his lungs. Then, not a second after the blade had entered the white armored guard, it left his lifeless body as Koros spun back around to advance forward.
There is a more than slight pause after Jace addresses Koros, the Zabrak taking a moment to register he is the one being addressed. “Huh? Oh, sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever been addressed by a rank before.” In response to the question Koros takes a look at the other occupants of the cabin before looking back to Jace. “Only slightly. I’d be more worried if I were taking rank and file soldiers into combat on my first outing. I’ve trained with you and Cordal, and I’ve fought along side Hish on more than one occasion. Knowing what you three are capable of, and with surprise on our side? I like our odds.” Koros smiles as he finishes, trying his best to sound reassuring, but not overconfident.
Koros boards the shuttle as Cordal does his system check. His plan once they were picked up by the prison ship was a simple one, shock and awe. They were going to be outnumbered to be sure, but numbers weren’t everything. Beaten though they were the Jedi were still the stuff of legend, and most who didn’t respect them feared them. The sight of three lightsabers igniting in front of whomever opens the shuttle door would be enough to send many men running. Add to that the sight of Hish, who was arguably scarier than three Jedi alone, and Koros team might just be able to scare the prison guard so badly they’ll forget that they have the advantage. Hopefully, at least, long enough to release his team’s reinforcements from their cells.
Sorry guys, been busy this last week with moving. I should have said something before, but I didn't think it'd take this long getting internet to my room. I'll try not to let it happen again.
Question, how is leveling going to work in this game? Are we getting XP, or are you just going to tell us when we level? If it is the former do we get any xp for our little rumble on the station?
Koros rests his chin on his steeped hands in thought while listening to Captain Antilles speak. He pipes in after Hish’s emotional outburst.
“Is there no way to go after both? Certainly an entire assault cruiser full of soldiers is worth more strategic value, but unless we plan to board one of Death Company’s star destroyers mid battle, I’m not sure how much help Hish and I will be, we’re not pilots. On the other hand a small boarding party might be able to take over the transport those prisoners are on.”
Koros diverts his eyes from K’kruhk towards the ground as he finishes speaking for a few brief moments. The Jensaarai then nods slowly with understanding and agreement, and brings his gaze back to the Jedi Master. “Thank you master K’kruhk, you are correct, I still have much to learn in the ways of the force. I welcome any lessons you would teach me and I promise to keep an open mind.”
Sorry, no you haven't lost me. I'll try and make sure to get a post up today. Just seams something comes up every time I sit down to type up a post lately.
Koros smiles briefly and nods to K'kruhk in acknowledgement of his request. He stays sitting for a moment as the other hurry off to their destinations, before standing and striding over to the window. The Zabrak stared solemnly into the black as he contemplated the events of the day. In the back of his mind Koros could still hear the sickening crunch the two stormtroopers made as they collided. He winces slightly as the events play over in his head again.
It was the first time he’d taken another life.
Of course, Koros mused, he’d hurt people before in self defense. And when he knocked those Transhodan slavers down with the force he was more or less responsible for their deaths at Hish’s hands. Still, this was the first time he’d ever directly taken a life, and Koros felt… well, truth be told Koros didn’t feel much of anything. It had felt natural at the time, they tried to kill him, so he killed them before they could. I made sense to Koros, his master had trained him in the ways of lethal combat, he’d slammed crates and rocks plenty of times with enough force to kill someone in practice. Still, Koros always thought that when it came to a living person that it would feel different, that he would be unable to follow through with that lethal force. But it felt no different than any training session. No, that wasn’t quite right, it almost seemed easier.
That scared Koros a little.
The Zabrak shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it. After all, there was bound to be much more killing in this little revolution he was part of. Taking one last moment to stare past the transparisteel into oblivion, Koros turns from the window and makes his way to the cargo bay.
I am intrigued by this line of thinking. Finally, a chance to show that whiney blond kid how it’s done.
Koros opens his mouth slightly as he conceders correcting Captain Antilles grouping him in as a Jedi, but thinks better of it, not wanting to take away from Raymus’ speech.
“Count me in. The Emperor and his servants must be made to pay for their crimes against the people of this Galaxy.”
Cool. Well I guess that just leaves the Stormtrooper Aran missed. Seeing as we all went he should get a chance to take a shot at us... or run away.
Rerolling damage per DM ruling.
2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7
I guess you can ignore the entire second half of my post above.
Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Rounding the corner, Koros ignited his lightsaber as they came into contact with the group of stormtroopers. Knowing full well that the trooper stupid enough to charge them would be torn asunder in but a few moments by Hish, and that the trooper standing in the open would make the easiest shot for Aran, Koros decided to focus on the two troopers in cover. There was no hiding from the force.
Move Object Use the Force Check 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
The Zabrak’s free hand thrusts out, fingers making a grasping motion at the stormtrooper on his left. The targeted stormtrooper yells out in surprise as he is lifted off the ground, he waves his arms and legs in the air as if trying to tread water.
A wicked grin crossed Koros’ face behind his trooper helmet before he let out a roar and swung his arm towards the second stormtrooper.
The second trooper, hearing his partner’s surprised yelp turns just in time to see the white armored form rushing at him as if shot by a cannon.
8d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 6, 5, 2, 2, 4) = 29
A sickening crunch is heard as the two plastoid-composite encased forms collide, slam into the bulkhead and slump motionless to the ground.
Koros takes in a deep breath and exhales while rolling his head to the side, an audible crack coming from his neck.
“Moving on.” The zabrak commented as he began moving forward.
The anger leaves Koros’ form in an instant as he speaks to master K'kruhk frankly.
“What they deserve aside, what would you have us do with them Jedi? It’s not like we can turn them in to the authorities. The authorities are the ones funding them. Are we to just let them go on their merry way, to dream up new means of genocide for the Empire?”
Koros lets out a low growl.
“Well Targeter? This is your operation, what’s our next move?”
Don’t worry about it. There’s always next time.
Koros removes his helmet after receiving his lightsaber. The grim expressionless mask of the helmet replaced with the Zabrak’s look of utter hatred for the lead scientist. Igniting his silver blade the Jensaarai levels it at the lead scientist’s throat.
“Where are they releasing the virus? Talk you worthless Son of a Barve! Or I start loping off extremities." The last line coming out at a low growl.
Persuasion Check (Intimidate) +1 for Cha, + 5 for Target being completely at my mercy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Let's throw a force point on that 1d6 ⇒ 1
*Facepalm* I'm not doing so hot with Paizo's dice am I?
Initiative:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Koros paused a moment in false shock at the escape of his ‘prisoners’. The fake stormtrooper then brought his rifle to bear on the escaped Whiphid, took aim… and just before he squeezed the trigger shot an arm out at the Stormtrooper on the catwalk to his left.
Move Object Use the Force Check:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Grasping the surprised Stormtrooper with the force Koros hurls him at the trooper on his right aiming to knock them both off of the railing and to the floor
I believe a 21 should beat both the will and reflex saves of both a normal stormtrooper, or a clone trooper so both should hit.
Damage:4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3, 1) = 13
Same boat, waiting for the signal from big papa jedi
Koros felt the anger rise in him as he sensed the pain and torment from the prisoners. He was no sith, and he made sure his hatred didn’t control him, regardless of how tempting it was to lose himself to his rage at the moment. He was also no jedi however, and he didn’t suppress his hatred either. He would use this anger. Ee would free as many of these people as he could and he would make the empire pay for this heinous act. In blood.
Following Sabe’s lead Koros does his best to play the part of the obedient clone, and resists his urge to look around the building like some kind of tourist. Besides, there were other ways to get a feeling for one’s surroundings.
Use the Force:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
”I kind of like it. Koros responds to Aran, helmet in the nook of his arm. Looking at it all I never expected it to be this light. I might keep mine when we’re done with this. Have to give it a fresh paint job of course, white isn’t my color.” Grinning he puts on his own helmet. *Click* “Yeah, not crazy about the helmet though. Feels like I’ve got an expensive bucket on my head”*Click*
Koros finishes suiting up shortly after the two minute warning is given. As K’kruhk introduces them to their contact the Zabrak nods politely.
“It is good to meet you Sabe.” Koros responds after she corrects the Jedi Master. He then tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment before walking back towards his pile of folded clothes, and the lightsaber sitting atop them. Picking up his concealed holster and the laser sword he returns and offers them to Sabe. “ Do you think you could hold on to this for me? It would be much easier to hide and retrieve under your officer’s tunic than my torso plate.”
“I believe there are few enemies that can survive a slash from your claws Hish, but I’ll bet the Imperials come to the same conclusion if we tangle with them. Those tank born bastards are trained soldiers, and if we engage them they’re going to try and put you down at a distance.” The Zabrak puts a hand on the Togorian’s shoulder “I know you’re eager for a fight my friend, and I’m certain you’ll get a chance to use those claws before the day is out. But, I would feel a lot better if you had a means of damaging the enemy that doesn’t involve suicide charging through enemy fire.”
Koros reaches behind his back and produces his lightsaber, leaving its silver blade extinguished. ”Of course. We might not place as much importance on our blades as the Jedi, but it’s still a part of who we are.” the Zabrak responds to the Jedi’s query with a half grin. He then lifts the utility belt and groin piece of the armor out of the crate in front of him. “But I don’t think it’ll fit in these tiny compartments, and it might look a little suspicious hanging from my belt. Last time I checked a lightsaber wasn’t standard issue for stormtroopers.”
Koros raises his hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t mean to accuse you of anything friend, but if you understand my reservations then surely you understand why a Jedi master is no more above suspicion to me than anyone else.” The Zabrak shrugs “But if it makes you feel better I do believe you will use the data responsibly, you have an honest face.”
Koros then puts a hand on his very angry friend. “Easy Hish, this is different. This plan of theirs may call for you to be shackled, but there’s also a part in there for you to break out of those shackles. So, don’t think of it as re-living your imprisonment, think of it as a chance to re-live your first glorious moments of freedom again.”
The Jensaarai then turns back to K'kruhk. “Speaking of the plan, I noticed you didn’t exactly spell out my part in it. Am I to assume that I’ll be one of these ‘other species’ that does fit into stormtrooper armor?”
Koros frowns once the Jedi Master finishes explaining the mission.
“And here I thought throwing in with a rebellion would mark the end of my days of sneaking around.” The Zabrak laments. With a resigned sigh, he continues “Still… I don’t like the idea of a weapon like that in anyone’s hands let alone the Empire, so count me in.” The Jensaarai’s eyes then narrow on the Whiphid “But if you’re lying to me… If you plan on stealing this virus to use it as a weapon against your own enemies, I will stop you Jedi. Somehow, someway I will stop you and I will kill you.”
After a tense pause Koros smiles “Barring that of course you have my full cooperation.”
After hearing the Jedi master speak the tension in the Zabrak’s body lessens. Koros still wasn’t sure of the extent of the Whiphid’s knowledge about him or his people, but it was at least evident that he didn’t have Jace lure him here for a fight. And as far as Koros was concerned the problems of his people with the Jedi were secondary to his own revenge against the Empire.
The Zabrak nods politely his readiness for the Jedi Master to continue.
“A very powerful, very dangerous group of individuals.” Koros responds to the Togorian.
”Fantastic.” The Jensaarai mutters sarcastically under his breath.
Jedi. Three Jedi, and one of them is a master!
Koros’ hand unconsciously reaches for the small of his back. Feeling the hard metal of his lightsaber through his coat gives him a small bit of comfort, still his mind raced.
What if they know more than just my name? What if this is a trap? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why did I wait until I was in the Rancor’s mouth before I checked for danger?
The Zabrak wipes a bead of sweat from his brow. There was only one option left at this point, and that was to hope the Jedi didn’t know what he was. He was certain they knew, or would figure out shortly that he was strong in the force. However perhaps they would make the mistake all the Imperial’s who chased him did and think he was simply an unknown Jedi or an unregistered force user. Swallowing his fear he moved further into the hanger and closer to the congregation of Jedi.
Koros raises an eyebrow, or rather the general area where an eyebrow would be if he had one, at Jace’s mention of the force. It hadn’t occurred to him to check at the bar, but with all of the would be rebels in one place the young Jensaarai figures he may as well sense out the others force potential.
Closing his eyes for just a moment Koros tries to get a read on the others in the hanger.
Use the Force:
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
“I think that little outburst from our friend proves he’s not just someone looking to make a score from ripping off the Empire.” Koros says, adjusting his hooded long coat as he stood up. “I think he’s the real deal, and I think this group of his may be exactly who we were looking for.” The Zabrak leans to one side, looking at the chrono on the wall behind Hish. “Aaaaaaaand, I think we’re going to need to hurry if we want to pack up, check out of the hostel and make it down to Docking Bay Theta in thirty minutes.”
“You’ll have to excuse H'ishmau, he’s not big on commitment.” Koros comments while reaching for the large cat man’s untouched drink. “Unfortunately his last steady job wasn’t exactly the kind one volunteers for, nor was it the kind one can walk away from easily, so I understand his hesitation.” He downs both the drink he’d freshly poured for himself, and the drink meant for his teetotaler friend, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still, I trust Hish with my life, and if you play him straight I think you can do the same”
Koros took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the alcohol flowing through his veins. He had consumed his first alcoholic drink not long ago in this very bar. It was when he first arrived on station, and not long before he had met H’ishmau. In not long at all he had grown accustomed to the relaxing quality of the alcohol, and to the lowering of inhibitions that came with it. In fact were it not for the couple of drinks he had earlier in the evening, Koros may not have broken the rules set for him by A’luna the night he met H’ishmau and minded his own business. He was sure A’luna would be less than happy with his vice. Then again not thinking about his dead mentor was the main reason he drank.
“Well, you know my name…” Koros says, slightly put off guard. He downs his shot of brandy to hide his shock. “Which, considering how hard I’ve tried to stay off of the radar means either I got sloppy somewhere along the line, or that the people you work for are very good. The Zabrak reaches for the bottle after Jace sets it down and pours himself another shot. “Either way, while I can’t speak for my friend here I am certainly interested. So, what’s this job of yours?”
Koros kept his eyes down on the datapad in his hand as he walked towards the Oasis club through the busy thoroughfare, scanning the single sentence as if he thought more would appear if he concentrated on it hard enough. He had little to worry about in the way of bumping into people as the crowd gave the large Togorian walking a step behind him a large birth.
Glancing back towards the cat-man Koros thought back to their first meeting. H'ishmau was being assaulted by some slavers when Koros had happened by. It was not long after Koros had arrived on station and he was still on edge from the loss of his adopted mother. When the Trandoshan turned his vibroblade on the Zabrak and told him to mind his own business Koros lost it. All the pent up sorrow and anger in him unleashed from his fist as he punched the lizardman in the chest and sent him flying into a second Trandoshan with the force. The remaining Trandoshans were frozen for a few seconds in shock from what must have looked like a Zabrak punching with the strength of a Wookie. This was all the time H’ishmau needed to turn the tables on his would be attackers.
Hish and Koros became fast friends after that. H’ishmau had been grateful to Koros for saving his life, a point which Koros was doubtful of after seeing the Togorian fight, Koros for his part was just happy to have a friend in this station full of strangers. It certainly didn’t hurt their friendship that both of them hated the Empire.
Koros held the datapad up over his shoulder, gesturing with it as he spoke. “Hish my friend I think this is it. If we can get in with an organized rebellion we should really be able to take the fight to the Empire.” Koros said, confident that the thousand conversations going on in the crowd around him would prevent him from being overheard. “Well, that… or it’s a trap. Still, either way this meeting should result in an opportunity to put the hurt on some Imperials.”
H'ishmau wrote: Since Koros landed on Trinity Station, that can be where he and Hish met. Perhaps Koros assisted Hish when a slave hunter came after him. Sounds like something Koros would be inclined to do.
*Sigh* Must be one hell of a movie.
Sure, I don't mind. I figure we'll all be one happy family by the end of this thing after we all get over our prejudices. Koros for one isn't going to be trusting any Jedi in the beginning.
It's the state, and it's one of those mutual things. After all, I'm one of those durn hippies from California.
Sorry to hear that Ronin, I hope you're paid by the hour at least.
Koros checking in. Right now I feel like I could take on the whole Empire myself!
... Anyone else feel an ominous chill in the air?
Credits: 3d4 ⇒ (3, 2, 1) = 6
2nd Level HP: 1d10 ⇒ 7
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