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8 posts. Alias of Harm's Way.


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Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

Mando'a:
Calm down, comrade! I am Mandalorian!
"Udesii , Vod! Ni Mando'ad!" Zev exclaims at the sight of his potential kin. He carefully maintains his gentle grip on the blaster Kreshell slipped to him in the fray, keeping it hidden from sight as best he can. "What's going on here?"

He calls out to the fallen Devaronian in Huttese, hoping he is understood.

Huttese:
"Slowly make your way back to me, I know a better way to the ship."


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

I'll post my action in a couple of hours guys. Does Zev have any idea about who these guys are based on their attire/emblems?


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

Does Zev recognise the unit emblem on the armour the Mandalorians are wearing?


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

Zev raises his eyes slowly, looking towards Lofkte with restrained anger. "Fine. I need a blaster." he says through gritted teeth before casting a glance at Kreshell.

The feeling of helplessness that had become so familiar to the Mandalorian since his capture was beginning to aggravate him.

If there is any stray cutlery floating around the table, Zev is going to try and snatch something on the sly with the hopes of making a shiv later on. Y'know, just in case.

Sleight of hand to palm a knife or fork from the table to use as a shiv: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

With wild eyes, the young Mandalorian throws a sideways glance at the Devaronian he now shares a booth with. Remaining silent, except for the short growl in response to Jebber questioning his welfare, he takes in the scene around him. His wild mane of unkempt brown hair falls unceremoniously down towards his shoulders, framing an exhausted, unshaven face.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

He focuses his attention on the armed guards around, trying to take count of how many blasters he can see within arm's reach while looking for a way out. Just in case things turned sour, which they often seemed to do around the young mercenary of late...


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

Re-reading that within context makes a lot more sense GM. I get it now, I wish I could take that post back!


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

Oh, I thought Parck was an insult (I spent a long time googling that to see what it meant). Sorry for misunderstanding! I'll get a real first post up for Zev ASAP!


Male Mandalorian Conscript 1 | HP 12/12 | WP 28 | AC 13 T 13 FF 10 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +4 | Initiative +3 | Perception +6 |

'Parck' walks out to the front of the establishment, rubbing his wrists to restore the feeling after wearing manacles for so long.

"Great..." he mutters sarcastically to on one in particular. He had no money, no weapons, no ship, and no idea exactly what had just happened. He was glad to be free of Jebber for a while, and of that spiteful woman Fliina.
I might as well enjoy this while it lastshe thought to himself as he approached the bar.

"Gimme some Ruby Bliel... On Jebber Lofkte's tab." he growled to the barkeep.