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First Post
As the group enters their readied positions, TB opens the door. Inside, they see that the room is not the prison as they had hoped, but rather a medical bay. The vast chamber seems at first to be a place of healing—at least, until you take a closer look. Large bacta tanks line one border of the room, and other medical equipment is distributed haphazardly throughout the area. Operating tables, many with clamps and other restraint devices, seem to be scattered throughout the room with no real pattern to their arrangement, and the entire room has the same sterile smell of a medical bay.
A shocked looking man stands in front of you, near the bacta tanks. He wears the standard white coat of a doctor that is universal in the galaxy. Different than most doctors, however, is the insignia of the Empire on each shoulder.
On the tables lie two Felucians, likely the source of the screams heard earlier. They have clearly undergone some kind of mutation; their muscles bulge and their bodies seem to bend in unnatural places. The right forearms have been removed entirely, and instead a long bone blade extends from the elbow, growing out of the flesh with a ragged, serrated edge. Thick, tough looking scales grow out of the Felucians' body.
The doctor panics and pushes a button next to him, unleashing the mutated Felucians from their cots. "Attack the intruders!" he calls out. He looks at the droid. "You too, Twoonay."
The droid gives what would be a pitiful look at its master if it could properly convey emotion on its metal face. "Master, I am a doctor not a..."
The frantic doctor shouts out an override code, causing the droid to turn towards you, raising its pinchered hands.
[sblock=Tactical Map Round 0]
Initiatives
Mack 26
Felucians 26
Dr. Vischera 20
Mir 15
Med Droid 11
Sloor 9[/sblock]
A shocked looking man stands in front of you, near the bacta tanks. He wears the standard white coat of a doctor that is universal in the galaxy. Different than most doctors, however, is the insignia of the Empire on each shoulder.
On the tables lie two Felucians, likely the source of the screams heard earlier. They have clearly undergone some kind of mutation; their muscles bulge and their bodies seem to bend in unnatural places. The right forearms have been removed entirely, and instead a long bone blade extends from the elbow, growing out of the flesh with a ragged, serrated edge. Thick, tough looking scales grow out of the Felucians' body.
The doctor panics and pushes a button next to him, unleashing the mutated Felucians from their cots. "Attack the intruders!" he calls out. He looks at the droid. "You too, Twoonay."
The droid gives what would be a pitiful look at its master if it could properly convey emotion on its metal face. "Master, I am a doctor not a..."
The frantic doctor shouts out an override code, causing the droid to turn towards you, raising its pinchered hands.
[sblock=Tactical Map Round 0]
Initiatives
Mack 26
Felucians 26
Dr. Vischera 20
Mir 15
Med Droid 11
Sloor 9[/sblock]