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"Indeed, it does seem a little tragic we didn't arrive 5 minutes earlier before these poor stormtroopers unloaded what we are about to re-load. Oh well. So, who flies this thing out of here?"

Tarlor walks over to Aeron Rell and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Now, my dear Mr. Rell, I know tonight's been a little chaotic and dare I say, traumatic. But we don't have to let this citrus turn sour, we can make some citrade out of the situation. How would you feel about doing a little business with me in the future? You file a report tonight, highlighting your gallant efforts to protect the base, get a little commendation. Then, in the future, when you bring in a shipment, you skim a little from each shipment. A blaster here, a Bacta-pack there. The Empire is so large I'm sure they won't notice a thing."

Charm: 1.2.0 + 1.1.2 = [-1 1 1 0]. My PR is 3, I have 1 rank in Charm, his WP is 2, but GM upgraded it and added 2 setback because he's scared of us and hurting from us. Spending the advantage to keep him feeling friendly towards me and the triumph to open up a different connection later, but he himself isn't interested.

Rell's eyes widen. "Oh uh, no Mr. Tarlor, I just want to be done with tonight, to get home safely and take a Bacta bath." he says, wearily.

"It's just Tarlor, my good man." says Tarlor as he looks resignedly at Rell.

"Right, Tarlor, sorry si-sorry Tarlor. BUT, you know, I have a few buddies in the Navy that might be interested. I can't say for certain, but the Empire doesn't pay super well, they don't equip us super well, and they certainly don't care for us much. I'm gonna have to pass but I'll put you in contact with a few other fellows who are a little more daring than I am. Tonight's enough boldness for the rest of my life thanks."

Clapping his hands together decidedly Tarlor tips Rell 25 credits. "Here, get yourself a shot of Bacta when back in town."

With that Tarlor begins the back-breaking work of helping Tinn and Nato reload the ship.

"Well the darn things too heavy for me without the shoulder sling. Oh well, it pays off when I do this:" with a loud chu-chak Tarlor racks another power cell into the chamnber and levels the scatter-gun. Taking aim he fires at the stormtrooper squad.

BLAM!

R:Heavy @ Short: 1.1.1 + 1.0.0 = [2 2 1 0]. That's 12 damage + plus a triumph, which I will use to drop a buckethead. Preparing the gun is an extra manuever on top of the aim, but I'll use the two advantage to remove the strain from it.

"Thanks for the backup Nato, you really helped me out of a bind there. It's a big gun and while I don't like resorting to violence so often, if I have to, I want to do it LOUDLY."

"Blast it Tinn, we bluffed our way past these guys once already, we could do it again!" says Tarlor. Leaving the droid to her capable hands he rounds the corner of the shuttle and walks towards the stormtroopers.

"Good evening my fine gentlemen, sorry to break up the p-" SNICK "CURSES!" Tarlor's strap catches on the side of the shuttle and his grandiloquent one-liner is interrupted as his finger tightens on the trigger too soon and his shot goes wide. However, the stormtroopers turn to face him, moving out a bit from the crates they were moving, exposing them.

R:Heavy @ Short-range: 1.1.0 + 1.0.0 = [0 1 0 0]. Using the advantage to give the next attack against the stormtroopers a boost. Since it's only 1 advantage, it's the next player, not a specific player. Took 2 strain to make the maneuver to short range. Y'all better attack too, or I am a sitting duck!

"Alright, I don't see any other guards. Let's go."

Tarlor sets off across the compound square. He leans forward awkwardly, thinking of a holo-drama featuring ninjas that he has recently watched... I am the night. I am the darkness... but it's not actually all that stealthy. Still, it seems the stormtroopers are too diligent at their jobs to see.

Stealth Check: 0.2.1 + 0.2.0 = [2 1 0 0]

The group manages to cross the compound and is now in the shadow of the shuttle. The stormtroopers somehow failed to notice their rather abysmal attempt at stealth.

Hear me out. BUTLER DROID.

"Jorn, I think Ildun invited the bucketheads with his defibrillator over there."

Tarlor rummages in his pack and pulls out a small cloth bundle. Unrolling it he reveals 3 stimpacks and a couple other small vials. "Hmm, getting a little low on these" he says as he injects himself with a shot of bacta. "Alright companions, anyone else need a pick-me-up?" Since this is my first stimpack, it heals for 5.

"Hey Tinn, Ni'kol, Nato, let's go look for that armory. While we do so I bet we can find the central control room. Jorn, you mind staying here with Ildun?"

K:Outer Rim 1.2.0 + 0.1.0 = [1 1 0 0]. Using the advantage to add a little bit of trivia about the facility. .

"The Empire is just starting to be established out here. They've been consolidating their control and position in the Core ever since the end of the Clone Wars. This facility right here? You can tell from the welding that the metal comes from reclaimed starships. Republic ships, from the look of it. CIS ships would have had darker colors from the inferior alloys they were forced to use. Anyway, my point is that their presence will only increase from here on out. Did you know they nationalized the banking clan?"

While waiting for the others to split up Tarlor drags the little droid over to one of the speeders and puts it on it. He pats in gently as he walks away.

I'm gonna get you fixed up when we get back my friend. Then you can help keep the shop nice!

I concur Nato, stop that droid. Also remember everyone, bringing something above its wounds threshold doesn't necessarily mean death/explosion. Just out of action. We can still repair the droid even if we drop it first.

I have been watching "The Blacklist" where like a single piece of ID let's the feds know where you are, what job you have, who you know, etc. So I may be forgetting that Star Wars lacks a lot of data-integration and communications services.

"Ven! VEN! Blast it all, he's missed the turn. Hang on here gang, I've got an idea. Sure, my pal Narg Vli said that the 'Rusty Rider' would be closed, easy to raid, and unaffiliated with any local gangs or police stations and none of that was true. Sure, he gives Weequays everywhere a bad name for lying all the time. But if that rival chop shop had been easy to loot we would have gotten some nice parts to resell. And I know precisely how he's going to repay us."

I am spending a destiny point to make this contact currently available to communicate with. GM, feel free to upgrade to two points if needed.

Tarlor reaches up to his comlink and signals to Narg. "Narg, come in you two-timing liar... No, I am not in a good mood! The 'Rusty Rider' was open when we got there. And they were under security contract with PlanSec!... Yes yes, I know 'tips aren't guaranteed to be accurate' but this was especially inaccurate. I'm almost ready to stop doing business with you. When Uncle Sed said he needed us to do a job and get some parts, I came to you for help... I appreciate you being sorry. In fact, I have an idea on how you can make it up to me."

Piloting Check: 0.2.0 + 0.1.1 = [0.-1.0.0]. I am going to take this as personal strain.

Tarlor accidentally smashes through some garbage cans as he's talking, being a little absorbed in the conversation proving counter-productive to safe driving.

"I need you to call in some major crime to PlanSec. Near the 'Rusty Rider.'... Yeah, precisely. I'm hoping these cops get called off to deal with that.

Charm Check: 1.2.0 + 0.2.0 = [2.-1.0.0]. I spent an additional destiny point to upgrade my check. I used Charm because I'm trying to convince him to help us out since his tip was bad. I used a pirate crew as the statline. Taking an additional strain as I run into some clothes hanging across the alleyway. Also, I am using this as my action for the turn, since it's been a rather lengthy conversation that strains the expression "talking is a free action." GM, I want to have this successful check distract or delay our pursuers, although I'll leave precisely what up to you.

"Thanks Narg... Yeah, this squares us."

Tarlor smiles a little as he continues down the alley, hoping some of their pursuers get called off.

Tarlor shakes his head to clear his vision, still reeling from the attack. He spots the check point ahead, as well as the side-street with ample time to adjust his heading.

Perception Roll: 1.2.0 + 0.1.1 = [1.2.0.0]
Spending the two advantage on a boost to my attempt to turn into it.

He attempts to swerve down the alleyway...

Pilot Roll: 0.2.1 (2 AG, no ranks, boost) + 1.0.1 (speed 1, upgraded because additional component, darkness) = [1.0.0.0].
I am spending my action to take this maneuver.

...and barely manages it, without any pizazz.

"These persistent people just don't know when to quit. Oh well, I guess we must resort to aggressive negotiations," says Tarlor as he racks another round into his scatter-gun. This costs me 2 strain as I don't get a free manuever. "Let's hope all this smoke throws their aim off."

This may be a little less involved than future posts, but I wanted to get the ball rolling. My initiative roll was a 22 [2 2 0 0].

"Great. Now PlanSec is here too. We really should have planned this gig a bit more. Next time we try to rob a chop-shop, let's make sure it's NOT under contract with PlanSec."

Tarlor Choh slows his speed to better navigate the traffic ahead, as well as to fall back alongside the speeder that isn't tangled up with Ildun.

Piloting roll: 0.2.1 + 0.1.1 = [0.1.0]

Unfortunately, he slowed a little bit too much and gets bumped by the speeder as he decelerates. Bobby, 1 damage?

Oops!

Tarlor levels his scatter-gun and takes begrudging aim at the gunners. He squeezes the trigger of his SX-21.

Ranged H: 0.2.1 + 0.1.2 (2 Ag, Aim, Short Range, Dark, Cover) = [3.-1.0] 13 damage to target, 1 strain to Tarlor

The blast hits home, slamming into the gunners. Tarlor slams backwards in his seat, unused to firing the weapon while driving.

Present, at last