I'm holding out hope that Por will be back, but I'll keep an eye on that recruitment and will consider building a character for it
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Take your time and best of luck in your dealings.
Milady drops prone to avoid the gout of flame, reflexively shooting back at the Jawa.
The human-synth ducks out from behind Qot and fires at the still standing B-1 droid nearby.
Looks like you're right how I am reading it; the character's aim and the blaster's damage is two separate accounts "If the player is rolling two different types of dice at once - for example, rolling the character's starfighter piloting skill and the starship's maneuverability die code - only one die counts as the wild die."
Milady ducks out from behind the tree, firing at a battle droid, before darting in the alley and behind a building.
A drawer ejects out of Milady's thigh, from which she pulls a pistol out of her hollow leg, firing at the Gungan from the hip. "Where did they get our pictures? I deleted all the footage," she murmurs, distraught and scattered.
"I'm a bounty hunter," Wraith blurts out, bluntly honest. "I make people think they're seeing one thing, and then they find out that's not the thing that was actually going on. I create an illusion until the target lets their guard down and then I get in, I get out, I get paid. "My purpose is a similar one," Milady nods cryptically. "Guess the disguise and you'll win a prize."
"You exaggerate, but yes. My skin was expensive," Milady smiles, thrusting her chin upward in pride and accomplishment, quite conceited. "Clone grown, and naturally healing, to an extent." She glances at the rest of her party at the talk of theft. "You talk so brazenly about these plans. The two of you must be very brave to fear the Empire so little. I take it you have fought them before?"
I had one Wound and one Die of Armor damaged.
Milady extends a hand, delicate and smooth all around. "Call me Milady. You claim you were waiting for us?"
Playing Catch Up:
Milady takes a set of Scout Trooper armor painted pink and black. Aboard the sail barge she moves into a room by the engines. She refrains from recharging for now, doing repairs on the hole in her chest, possessing no desire to leak fluid on her favorite dress.
Although still injured, she manages seals the synthskin around the site before running over the spot with her laser welder, making the area smooth as porcelain.
The noble, the blind woman and the Duros are joined by a human (or near human) woman, pale, with eyes an unnatural electric blue, and thick, flowing red hair. Milady again overdresses, wearing a silver dress that displays her shoulders and cleavage, thick straps connecting the body of the dress to a tight black collar at the neck, coiling its way up to her chin. Her dress is tight at the top, but below the bust becomes loose and slinky. It is short, her hands easily reaching to patches of skin on her long pale legs, where she wears black tights with diamonds cut out of them, a fashion trend long fallen out of style. Her black boots are sensible, with a short wedged heel and a pointed toe. At the bar, she asks sarcastically for "Battery acid," not having slept the night before. She watches the slave dispassionately, saying nothing as the Twi'lek speaks to Braxen. The woman simply crosses her legs one way, and then the other.
She does not immediately rise to follow, waiting for Braxen or Sl'P to do so. However, Milady nudges Qot as she follows the gungan with her head. "People think you're blind, remember?"
Good news, y'all! I am still here The bad news, is that I lost my cell phone on the airplane on the way to my grandfather's funeral, and have been unable to log into any of my accounts until now. But I am back! I am very sorry to all that I missed the ENTIRE month of March. I am still ready and willing to return if you will still have me; thank you AGAIN for your patience and understanding.
I am positive you can raise a skill or attribute by a pips as well as by a full die in between adventures, it is just more expensive and you can't buy two pips or multiple dice. I'll try to find text support for this.
Howdy, y'all, hell week is over, but today another of my grandparents died which makes three in six months. Will be catching up in these next few days. Thank you for your patience
Alright, arm the prisoners, let them decide the fates of the Storm Troopers? Also, posting will be slow for a while; I work in the tourism and hospitality industry in a city where St. Pat's is 1000% everything, apologies as we go into this next week
I would be a lot less gung ho about murder if the lightsaber hadn't been seen, helmets or no. No blame attached, it was very helpful
So to be clear, Milady explicitly doesn't have the droid chip installed that makes her value life of any kind. I would still say she is a good person, but she is pragmatic and willing to murder (imo, as are most people in Star Wars, frankly) Her take on the situation is that these soldiers have seen their faces, have seen the lightsaber, and are unflinchingly loyal to the Empire; if we tell them to run, they won't desert but will report what we generally looked like (three humans, one Duros, vague descriptions of us, perhaps our names), and put us in immediate danger. If we lock them in a cell, they will do the same but even harder. Since we can't blow the facility with the Storm Troopers inside, what she would like to do is strip them, lock them in a cell with the dead bodies, let all the prisoners out, and blow the Storm Trooper cell up by staging the explosion to be the area ABOVE the troopers and placing their blaster power packs in the cell with them, also in the plastic explosives, to amplify the explosion. I was surprised I faced pushback from the concept of killing Storm Troopers which is why I bring this idea up out of character, as it is grim and gruesome, and if we as a group are not willing, I don't want to be the singular, only voice saying "firing squad."
"They saw our faces; are we sure we want them alive? With them knowing about the lightsaber alone, I would fear reprisals. We have all those explosives, we could wire the place to blow, taking them out with the rest of the building and covering our tracks." When Milady comes face to face with their target she stares openly, not knowing what she is looking at.
Milady does such, also searching to see if any outgoing messages managed to send while they have been here. If so, she attempts to program an all clear, situation handled to either divert or lessen any assault they will soon be facing.
Milady keeps firing, ducking in and out of cover to do so.
Milady fires at a different trooper than Braxen's, hoping to drop him.
Head still limp, Milady's scomplink finger whirrs and spins in the access port as she tries to blow the console in the other room.
The droid unplugs and whips her head to attention, rushing to the group, falling to her knees and shooting from the cover of the doorway.
She removes her helmet as she waits for the others to follow suit and get into position, impassively intoning "Open now," as she feeds the comm system with a loud whine of meaningless babble.
"Take off your helmets and open the doors on my signal; I'm going to overload the comm feed with junk data and deafen them, giving us a chance to survive this initial salvo."
"Someone kill the trooper. I have a plan," says Milady, voice flat and mechanical as her brain interfaces with the computer.
Milady pushes past the near dead Storm Trooper and plugs herself into the terminal, trying to learn what's going on in the next room.
The droid fires again and rushes the console.
"Damn it Sl'P, will you stop trying to stun them! Shoot to kill!" She shudders as she raises her weapon, muttering "We're doomed."
Milady ducks behind cover, ready to fire should the disarmed Trooper seem unwilling to surrender to Sl'P and Qot.
As they get ready, Milady pulls the helmet off the trooper that wounded her and shoots them in the head. "Ready."
"I can take care of myself," the droid snaps, emotion on her face for the first time. "I am an expensive piece of technology. Do you think I would have been made and be unable to service my own needs?" Milady takes a moment and centers herself. "Repair will take time we don't have."
"I'll need some repair," Milady replies, sealing her armor up to keep everything contained, "but I am generally more durable than you organics."
"I can probably get us in, but I think a simpler answer would be for Braxen to use the code cylinder he took back at the relay to let us in and scramble the camera data."
Milady pulls herself off the floor, clutching her side, cables and wires spilling out of her gut. She nods at Qot and the girl's lightsaber, saying simply, "Looks like I'm not the only one with secrets."
Milady pulls herself across the floor and behind anything she can find in the way of cover, firing out again at the stunned Trooper.
Milady falls prone, armor pierced by the blast. Perhaps surprisingly, or perhaps not, through the hole in her armor, there is no blood, simply exposed wiring.
Milady fires full on the less injured target, hoping to drop him.
"Quiet!" Milady whips Qot in the back of the head with the stolen pistol, using her multi-spectrum vocabulator to output a masculine voice.
"No," Milady shrinks, anxious, worried. "I have no experience with explosives to speak of."
Milady sends out the last request dispassionately, matter of fact.
"I honestly prefer them the other way." Braxen says, as he nudges one of the troopers with his foot. "Then shoot them." Milady taps away on the terminal, checking a few last things before they leave. "I think I can send out a prisoner transfer, claim one of us is a high profile criminal or dangerous terrorist, hence the troopers being accompanied by an escorting officer. That solves the problem with the limited number of disguises pretty well, I think."
Milady returns her pistol to her hollow leg and nods at the heavy blaster as she hurriedly undresses, rolling up her gold dress and stashing it in another hidden compartment on her body, this one in her forearm. She slips into the Scout Trooper's body glove and wracks her thoughts for what to do about Qot. "Someone get the girl in here so we can plan."
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