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Creeping through the undergrowth, Falij Heggs tried to remember his training. Not just his rebel commando training, but also his training as a Repulsor Puck Centre Forward.

Stay light on your feet, Heggs... step on one of these twigs and alert that biker scout to your location and you're going to look pretty stupid.

So far, the scout in question was absorbed in the gun battle, popping shots from his short blaster rifle at the other members of Heggs' team. Well, not for long. He'll pay for what the Empire did to Alderaan. Clutching his combat vibroknife, he crept closer and closer...

Struggling out of the undergrowth, M1-DA5 was spitting and cursing to himself. "Damn bushes... like tryin' to walk through Ortolan meatsoup... Someone oughtta put some roads in. Would it KILL the Empire to..."

At that moment, he catches sight of the rebel commando, creeping up.

Knowledge: Sports Trivia:: 10d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 6, 4, 4, 1, 4, 3, 5, 3) = 38

"Falij Heggs? Falij Heggs! You wore number 31 for the Alderaan Supernovas for five straight championship seasons!"

The scout trooper looks round. Heggs has a moment to curse his successful career before diving for cover and returning the scout's fire.

And this walking junkpile is caught in the middle of it. Serves him right.

DM, I sent you a PM. A DMPM, if you will.

M1-DA5 pushes his way through the undergrowth irritably.

"While it is no doubt of interest to see that the adaxial and abaxial arrangement of these leaves exhibit a non-dorsoventral anatomy more commonly found in riparian areas than old-growth temperate rainforest, they nevertheless impede progress to a frankly bemusing level!"

Making it down toward the melee, he looks around for Monica, determined to help drag her out of whatever trouble she's got herself into this time...

Search: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Useless, and a complication. It doesn't get any better than this!

Emerging from the undergrowth, M1-DA5 tries to make his way down to the melee, looking around and calling out for Monica.

Got it. Just wanted to make sure you weren't waiting for me!

If you need rolls from Midas:

Hide: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Perception: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Knowledge: 1d6 ⇒ 6

a 6 for Knowledge! Follow-up dice:

Bonus Knowledge: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Total Knowledfge roll is a 10.

M1-DA5 is probably trying his best to impersonate a trash pile outside the bunker at this point. He's waiting and hoping Monica is able to get back to him.

A quote:

"Information? Hey, it's all around ya, all the time. You just gotta know how to look. How to ask, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, and sometimes whose kneecaps you gotta break... (Bzzzzzzt... Click!) Also, I find that access to a sizeable and comprehensive holo-library with a collection of up-to-date peer-reviewed academic journals to be most efficacious... (Whirrrrr... POP!) ...but mostly it's about the kneecaps."