Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter I: The Traitor's Gambit

[Songdragon]

(( Perception 1d20+8=24 ))

 

[perrinmiller]

<<OOC: I think we are still without Binder, but I am sure he wouldn't begrudge the GM rolling Sloor's and TB's checks to keep things moving. >>

 

[Binder Fred]

Perception Sloor: 1d20+1=15
Perception TB: 19 Lowlight, Darkvision


«Just got back! Will be reading the backlog of posts during the weekend and should have a catch-up post for you guys sometimes tomorrow, I think.

 

[possum]

You all hear the signature whine of a speederbike somewhere in the distance. Vazus' head snaps up. "Serves me right for tempting fate..." he mutters as he leaves the hut.

 

[Songdragon]

"Oh, joy..." follows Vazus out of the hut...

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack grabs his helmet and puts in on as he follows after Mir, but he stops at the doorway and asks, "If the imperials come into the village, wouldn't be better for us foreigners to say out of sight. It might be safer for the villagers. If they actually start something in the village, we can step in and ambush them."

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Mack Granger CS

 

[Binder Fred]

[Catching up]

Mir grins at Keyton's last comments and adds, "I have seen many interesting things done with plants. I will meet with the Chief as well, there is something more about him. I would like to be quick about it though, I wish to help TB with the children. I am sure he could use an assistant."

"Any help would be appreciated," confirms the droid, to which it adds a pointed-resigned look towards its owner.

"I'll be 'helping' myself taw sawme rest," confirms a kybuck-weary Sloor, completely oblivious. He cants himself by the wall, well outside the imaginary range of squiggly tentacular viruses, but still inside TB's scanning range (this ain't no secure zone after all). "And dan't spend taw much awf the supplies, alright?" he grumbles once Mir is well out of earshot. "Thawse things cawst!"


«Sloor rests.

[Present]

Mack nods in agreement, "Affirmative, you are probably right, Keyton. Everything will have to be improvised once we are inside. The only thing we can be sure about, is that we have a device that can bring the whole thing down once we are ready to leave. Flexibility will be the name of the game when inside. Anything else we can think of, or are we ready to finish up our business here in the village and get some rest before this op begins?"

"Well, maybe I'm still asleep," mentions a yawning-stretching Sloor, "but I gawt taw admit I missed the part awn haw we find awer 'friend' -- are you slicing the infaw awt awf the cawmps awnce we get there awr what, Mack man...? And I'm guessing we're getting ALL the prisawners awt instead awf just the awne?" That wouldn't have been *his* choice, but that *would* explain why they don't need to know where the admiral is exactly, wouldn't it? "Prisawn breakawt then? Find the armawry, free everyawne, arm them, break out straight fawr the jungle guns blazing and blaw the place up behind us?" A pause while he considers *that* plan, now fully awake -- although he sort of wishes he wasn't (Nobody cares for low and quiet anymore... Frek!) "You spirks daw realize there's a star destrawyer hawvering abawve awer heads, right?"

Just then they all hear the signature whine of a speederbike somewhere in the distance. [etc]

Mack grabs his helmet and puts in on as he follows after Mir, but he stops at the doorway and asks, "If the imperials come into the village, wouldn't be better for us foreigners to say out of sight. It might be safer for the villagers. If they actually start something in the village, we can step in and ambush them."

"Hide it is," confirms Sloor, all business. "I'll gaw grab the drawid, you find us a place taw hide." He looks *up*, even as he's stepping *out*, "Awn the roofs maybe? Nawbawdy ever looks there." He quickly communicates the plan to Mir and Vazus as he hustles by them, pointing them back towards Mack if they want any details.


«Go get TB and bring it back to wherever Mack and co have decided to hide. Check out the door before stepping out (both on his way out of the planning hut and on his way out of the children's hut with TB), and use Stealth to remain unseen during these movements if need be.

 

[Nebten]

It would be best if the Imps don't know about this village at all. Last thing anybody would want is a battalion of troops and an AT-ST marching in here.

Keyton follows behind with lightsaber in hand.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack thinks about Keyton's reply, Frak! forgot about his white knight complex and habit of just charging into the face of danger. He asks quickly, "Vazus, is there any evidence that the imperials know about the Felucian's existence on this planet? Mir, we might need an illusion or something, that scout on the speeder must not be able to report seeing us and particularly any lightsabers."

The soldier gets his weapon ready and follows after Keyton.

[sblock=OOC]Umm, not sure what the deal is. Is Keyton just not a team player or is it Nebten? With half the group leaning one way, Keyton just effectively cut us off at the knees. It might be perfectly IC for his actions, but I am a little annoyed OOC about it. If there is a difference of opinion, we could have raised the issue on the OOC thread. Now, we have a possible majority being over-ruled by the actions of one.[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger CS

 

[Songdragon]

Mir nods to Mack... "I might be able to hide the village as well, but it would take some effort, not to mention may not work. Smaller illusions are simpler to work on the week of mind."