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Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30 The Lurmen quietly glides out of the crowd as Cardis is distracted by the woman at the bar... "I would say it is a little too late to avoid giving yourself away. I won't tell our handlers if you don't... now if you will excuse me, I have a slicer to verify. Be a dear and watch my back." ...and the Lurmen glides back in to the crowd, hopping up beside her target and sitting casually on an empty bar stool. "I am so glad you finally showed. My name is Phedra, and what name do you go by deary? I do find it helpful to know who I am dealing with. Oh, and before you get any ideas, you can signal your doorman to stand down, I would rather we stay civil for this little talk." ![]()
Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() Has to be the well dressed one, wild animal over their probably can't use a terminal with a droid assisting and the other one looks a bit slow. Maybe if I get more info. Phedra finds an out of the way terminal alcove and attempts to slice into any wireless equipment she can find. stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (9) + 19 = 28
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Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() Could have sworn I posted somewhere around here. Could have sworn there would only be one... hope Rylla is ready for a fight if these are our target. Phedra rolls up and speeds around a bit of the crowd, attempting to lose the gaze of the new people if she had gained their attention. Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39
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Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() "Well well well, found a problem your blaster can not fix aye. Imagine that." Phaedra begins to whistle as she rolls in to the club, quickly moving to find a terminal from which she can make a simple statement. I know who you are, and I want to meet. Phaedra is going to try to gather information on the mysterious slicer and leave a tell tale shadow in the information to try and get their attention. If I have enough time to take 20 I will for a 32. ![]()
Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() Boiler plate message. Due to the statistical certainty that at least one person in any of my games is celebrating some kind of Christmas thing... Merry Christmas. I will be taking part in the long standing Jewish tradition of Chinese food and a bad horror film if anybody needs a suggestion on what to do. This years bad horror film, "Killer Clowns From Outer Space". A classic. ![]()
Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() Phedra scalpers around to perch on 2B's arm as he continues to trundle out of the gardens. Big primate eyes taking in the whole of her new companion. "I can see why they teamed us up. As I said back there, I fix things. People, droids, ships... all the same. Just a collection of parts, all tubes and wires. Other than that, I'm quick and quiet when needed. Gun belongs to 2B here. I reprogrammed him to be a long ranged specialist as well as a nurse. Figured he would be more useful that way." Phedra takes a breath and affixes Rylla with a kinder look than she has shown herself capable of up til now. "Anything else you want to know? Now is the time to ask. Assignments I get stuck on tend to have survival rates in the signal digits." ![]()
Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() 2b does not stop in his trudging step as he heads towards the botanical gardens. as the droid walks forwards, Phedra dangles down and stares into the Sith's eyes, unnaturally large primate orbs show no fear at this situation. "You could strike me down, but you won't. You are obviously not the one who called us here, otherwise you would already know who we are. Yet you are trying to figure out why we are here, that means someone higher has called us... either the Emperor or his Voice, and you would not want to interfere in such a call. You are rash, not dumb." ![]()
Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Phedra looks the twilek up and down, appraising her without fear. She suddenly climbs up Not 2 b's metal frame and stares into the Darth's eyes, squinting her overly large eyes and crooking one little finger at her. In a small voice, the little creature says. "I repair things... droids; vehicles; people, you name it. If I can't repair them, I rebuild them piece by piece. Maybe have to rebuild you some day... piece by piece. You sith do have a habit of needing repaired." ![]()
![]() I think I have all my equipment down. N-O-T 2-1B is a standard 2-1B model droid with a scratch built protocol set and personality. Designed for long range single target shots. He can even treat wounds so he can pose as a normal 2-1B when I need him to. Everything else went in to getting him a gun and me the bare necessities to perform my multiple roles. ![]()
![]() It would be a two round function to do the rolling ball of death. Swift action activate an item, swift action curl in to ball, move action roll up on combat probably with stealth. Round two move, drop item as a swift action during move, swift action to unroll so as to prepare for next round. Standard action being broken down for a swift action in both cases. I'm looking in to droids. ![]()
![]() hp: 7d8 + 1d10 + 24 - 9 ⇒ (6, 5, 8, 5, 1, 6, 1) + (2) + 24 - 9 = 49 The soldier talent was battle remedy. Comes off the veteran tree out of GaW. I plan on rolling up with some grenades and maybe a thermal detonator if I can get away with it. Also, going to scavenge up a droid and build a useful marksman to pull triggers for me eventually. Little ball monkey rolls past at high speed, dropping a small sphere with a blinking light... oh crud. ![]()
![]() Hp: 8d10 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 9, 10, 6, 10, 3) = 51 Bare bones is in the profile, have to gear her and get derived statistics. Background wise, I pretty much want her to be on loan to you guys from Darth Nihl or someone similar. no one seems to know what said Darth did to her but she is a broken Jedi, meek and timid and servile until you take her collar off and the rage takes over. Point her at a target and stand back. Going to enjoy roleplaying the duality of the character. ![]()
Female Lurmen Scout 6/Soldier 1/Medic 2
![]() "I'll take point, unless someone else knows how to move through a hive. Also if you wouldn't mind I would be more than interested in taking the autopistol, it may not be as reliable as our Emperor's holy light but it is a whole sight more dangerous in my hands. Either way we must be quick." Phedra waits long enough for an answer to her request and then will start heading off for the exfiltration site as quickly as possible, time being of the essence.
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