Great idea! Well, Cap'n, it would have been a great story, but I certainly had a ball while it lasted! If you ever need players again, keep us in mind!
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I have placed my tray table and thermal detonators in the upright and primed position, sir.
Call joins in the chant, feeling the pride of service rise in his chest. His life for the Empire!
"No bets out of me! I'll take you up on dinner, though."
As soon as he's off the comm, Call will head to the quartermaster and put in a requisition for the follow: Sonic Rifle (or heavy sonic pistol if that's not readily available)
After that he'll head back to his quarters to polish his armor and get his kit ready. As soon as that's done, he'll give his Sergeant a call and see if she's free.
Call nods. "It may come to that, sir. I figured it's better to have and not need, than need and not have. There's something big coming down the pike, sir. It looks like I might be in the thick of it. Quick insertion, long objective situation. Can't say much more, sir. Your advice may be a life saver."
Call snaps to attention and salutes Katarn as he leaves. "My life for the Empire, sir!" Once dismissed, he begins pondering the issue of neutralizing Jedi. He'll comm his Uncle on Tattooine. "Uncle, I need wisdom. We're going up against Jedi, sir. I need to know what works against them. Is there a weapon or a tactic I can use? Also, sir, I just wanted to tell you: I've done my best sir, and you and my other uncles, you taught me that, sir. Thank you."
I quite enjoy this one and it's been a load of fun. If you need to take a break, I can dig that. If you'd like to continue, I'd dig that too.
Call breathes a sigh of relief as they enter the ship safely. That many Force wielding opponents in one place scares him. Clearly he's going to need something special if he's going to be tangling with Jedi in the future. To the best of his ability, and asking Urirawa to help, he's going to see if he can find a gun that Jedi can't deflect or block. Preferably a rifle, but he's open to pistols, too.
"Sirs, if we have the objective, we must leave. The Jedi is still out there and we cannot allow him to gain the prize."
"Aye, sir!" Call switches to autofire and fires! Attack:
"Why wait that long?" Call lines up his shot, switching his rifle from autofire to single shot. He takes a deep breath and fires at #11. Attack:
Call moves up behind, keeping an eye out for any resistance.
"Aye, sir! Thermal det loaded and prepped!" Call advances down the corridor, rifle at the ready.
"Aye, sir!" Call moves down the corridor, stopping midway to brace his weapon and autofires at the two combatants still standing! Autofire:
Krassus fires a quick shot at the cultist in front of him! Attack:
He then moves down the side corridor. They had to get to the Holocrons first!
Call steps forward, moving in front of Kensae Sho. He calmly raises his rifle, sights down the barrel and autofires at Starkiller. Attack!
Call nods at Kensae Sho's words. He flips the switch on his grenade launcher to FRAG and fires a grenade into the best clump of Sith scum he could see, trying to avoid the Rebels, but not too hard... Attack:
"Sirs, I have a thermal detonator that could aid us greatly in this situation..."
Call frowns as he scans the dead. "They're not my relations."
"I keep telling you Uri, the trick is not to get hit in the first place!" Call moves over next to the Wookie, dropping his rifle and pulling out a medkit. He shakes his head and begins to work, noting that Uri maight be getting that shave one slice at a time... Treat Injury: "Next?"
Call will kneel next to one of the dead cultists and pick up a working lightsaber, placing it in his bandolier for later. He always wondered how they built the things...
Burst Fire on #3:
Call lines us his shot, breathes in and out and fires.
Call drops to one knee, a little disturbed by the savagery and obvious insanity of the lightsaber wielding freaks. He braces his weapon and fires an autofire burst at #1+#2, avoiding the Kensae. Autofire!
The barrage of fire easily consumes the Darksiders!
Treat Injury:
"We might as well move along, sirs. Our pursuit will catch us anyway and we have a mission to finish."
"On it, sir." Call takes a knee behind the party, scanning the hallways with his rifle at the ready.
"Sirs, what IS that thing? It makes me feel...wrong, somehow."
Call sees the creature smashed by Sho Larn's power. He kneels, braces his rifle, clicks the rifle to autofire and fires a burst at the beast: Attack:
"Aye, sir." Call steps into the second position, keeping his rifle moving, scanning the area as they move. Perception:
Call steps up with Uri, his rifle at the ready, frag grenades loaded into the underslung grenade launcher. He scans continuously, watching the jungle. Perception:
"I'll do my best to live up to his example and return most of this unused. Still, sir, better to have and not need, than need and not have, right?"
Call chuckles at the Quartermaster's comment, but stiffens when the Kensae walk up. Oh boy.. This is going to be bad.
Call shudders when he sees the dragon. Knowing what he's seen of Krayts on Tattooine, these will not be fun. He begins to make a mental list in his head of gear he'll need. He also nods to Urirawa, knowing that his recent training will come in handy on this one...
"Sir, it's good to see you up and about again." Call's secretly glad that he doesn't have to stun his superior officer... Well, maybe he'd enjoy that a little bit.
Call is updated, too!
Call stands on an observation deck, watching the stars as small fighter rush past in the void. A sudden throat clearing startles him and he spins aroung to see Katarn standing behind him. "Enjoying the view, trooper?" Call goes rigid, clearly not at ease. "Sir, yes sir. Watching the changing of the alert TIEs, sir." "And what do you think about when you look off into the void, soldier? A woman? Home? The Future?" "Sir? Honestly, sir? I don't think much. It's never been my strong suit, sir. Mostly I'm good at blowing things up and living through the fight. I never gave much thought to the future, sir." "That's oddly serene, soldier." The Kensae frowns a bit as he scratches his chin speculatively. "Ever given any thought to making officer, soldier? Moving up to Command?" Call frowns at this. "With all respect, sir, hell no. I'm not the giving order type, sir. I'm the getting shot at type. I think I'd make a pretty poor officer, sir." "Well, give it some thought, soldier. The Empire can always use good men." Katarn nods, and walks away, disappearing down a corridor. Call turns back to the viewscreen and his eyes go glazed as he falls back into thoughts... If I had my rifle, I bet I could shoot the exhaust port of that fighter. Line up the shot... BAM. Yep, I could hit that... Once more unencumbered by conscious thought, he gazes into the void.
But I don't wanna learn a valuable lesson! Can't I just blow something up instead?
That was a couple of cool montages. Good job Raal and Uri!
Call Krassus, 5th level Soldier HP: +
I think that's it, for fifth level. It's kind of a barren level.
Call stands, ill at ease, one of several students surrounding a medical diagnostic table. An older Mon Calamari doctor in a white medical suit is lecturing. "What is crucial is acting in the first moments after the injury. Who can tell me what correct dosage is for administering the bacta solution? Mr. Krassus?" "Sir! 15 parts per kilo of body weight, sir!" Call barks the answer, parade ground style. "At ease, soldier. And it's doctor, not sir." Call blushes, as giggles follow from several of the students, all clearly not military.
"Ease up on the throttle, soldier. This ain't weapons training, boy. Ain't no need to handle her like she's going to kill you. This here is a finely crafted vessel, designed to fly through space with the greatest of ease. She needs a light touch and gentle words, not your ham-handed nancyin', boy!" The instructor sits in the seat behind Call, mirrored visor covering his eyes, but a smile on his lips. He's young, human and very much at ease. Call is anything but. "That's better, boy. Ain't like bullseyin' the womp rats in your T-16 back home, this here is a highly crafted precision flyer, bought and paid for by your taxes at the Emperor's whim. If you break it, the Emperor's gonna be mighty unhappy with you, son and me, me I might have to kick your butt for him. So ease up son and go smooth. Make love to them controls, boy. Make 'em sing."
"Now listen up, ladies! You're used to wearing armor, but I'm going to train you how to really wear those whites! It's more than strapping your undies on in the morning, it's about matching your movements to armor's capabilities! It's about becoming one with your armor, wearing it like you wear your skin. Repeat after me: This is my armor! There are many suits like it, but this one is mine! I do not wear my armor; I AM my armor! Now say it, maggots!" Call barks the motto back to the Sergeant, but for once, at least, he looks at ease.
In character, medical and pilot training to justify my recent expenditures. Not sure about OOC stuff, yet. Will post later after I've looked over my options.
"Sir, I'd like to request advanced training in first aid. The, um, need has come up a bit."
Call winces at the idea of a shaved wookie.. "I don't know, buddy. You know what they say: once you shave a spot on a wookie's body, it never grows back quite the same. Perhaps you could try dying the fur? Katarn stripes would good on you, Uri." Anything but a shaved wookie Call thought, scrubbing his armor to get that horrid clean suit smell off of it. Funny how a blaster hole didn't leave a smell, but a hazard suit did...
Krassus stands by the breach, waiting for everyone to get on board before he goes aboard. As Sho Larn passes, he murmurs quietly to him, "Sir, I must advise we'll need to quarantine Kensae Raal before we remove our suits. We'll all need to be examined lest we contaiminate anyone further, sir."
Call moves forward, keeping his eyes open and his rifle at the ready, switched back to lethal. Perception
Call looks sideways at Raal. Something wasn't right with the officer. "Uri advises that turning on the power may release those things into the main bay here. He suggests, sir, that we pull the computer core and bring it back to our ship for analysis. He's the expert sir, I'd listen to him." Call nervously thumbs his rifle to stun, just in case.
Call raises his rifles and turns around, away from the room of severed body parts. Damger never leaps out from the direction you expect. It always comes from the way you don't expect, so Call scans behind them, below them and above them, just to be sure. Perception:
Call nods at Kensae Raal as he works. As soon as he's done, he'll use one of the medkits to retrieve a tissue sample and blood sample from the beast. This done, he'll shoulder his rifle and ready for action.
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