[sblock=Perception roll]
1d20+1=14 Succesful.[/sblock]
"Do not worry Ma'am," she looks about at the others risking themselves for the woman, "We are here to help"
"We are?!" questions Sloor. And yet he moves with her, providing cover for her AND the wounded women as he goes.
"Teebee," he shouts into his communit,
"get your rounded bawt in here and get her patched up, will you?"
A
medium-sized mat grey hover droid dances out of the concealing shadows, so close it's a wonder nobody saw it before. It's not hovering though, but clicking forward on three spindly legs with so much grace it's hardly touching the ground at all, or making any noise.
"The leaky one, or shall I attempt haute couture on Sra's wardrobe?" it asks, single optic swiveling about.
Just then though,
Possum said:
Maya scrambles behind the rest of the group, racing for cover.
"At last a sensawble awn!" applauds the besalisk, almost unbelieving at this point.
"We daw the patching away from the firefight, alright Sra?" He's still blocking line of sight between her and the shooters, but every other line of his tense frame is pointing towards the door at their back -- Who *are* these people anyway?
[Sblock=Actions]Move to the square east of Mir to provide COVER for her and Mir, +5 to Ref defense. If he can't do both, favor Mir.
Swift: Order TB52 to move adjacent to Maya. Don't know where it is right now, but two moves should get it there, I think. It's using Stealth as a matter of course so DC18 to spot him, 13 if he needs a double move.
Standard: Fight Defensively, if he can do so without giving up his cover property? (19 REF defense till his next turn if so). If not, draw his weapon instead, not pointing it at anybody for now.
Possum: Where do the doors behind us lead to?
Songdragon: TB52 will, eventually, either give you a +2 to your Treat Injury or, if you prefer, he'll take 10 on is own Treat Injury at +7.[/Sblock]Next up: Keyton.