Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter II: A Wretched Hive

[Binder Fred]

Darga gives a low and thoughtful chuckle at Sloor's suggestion. He responds in a booming voice. "An entertaining suggestion..." the droid translates. "If he survives and you give me an entertaining show, I might let him live..."

On the other side of the table, Zayda gives a smile at his opponents.

"I aim taw please, Nawble Lawrd. And all I ask in return is a persawnal energy shield, taw be carried by my side's gawal-keeping drawid." He grins that toothy smile of his, "Can't have it end too soon, naw can we?"

<Response Darga?>

OOC: I'm thinking something like the image below for our earstwhile "Raden-keeping droid". Or maybe one of the Gungan ones? [sblock=Personal energy shield] [/sblock]

 

[possum]

Darga thinks for a few seconds, seemingly coming up with the rules on the fly. "Merciful Darga has decided on the rules for the match," the droid translates. "Your weapons and equipment will be take to your new quarters here and you will be given the non-lethal weapons all of my gladiators use, as will my team, save for one weapon each... A dagger will be given to Zayda and the others, to be used only for Raden."

He thinks slightly on Sloor's suggestion. "I will permit it." (Treat as a 3.5 tower shield.)

 

[Binder Fred]

The returning hero

Darga thinks slightly on Sloor's suggestion. "I will permit it."

"Oh... frek," ironically comments TB from the back. Obviously, it was hoping to sit this one out.

Up front Sloor chuckles in triumph and then flexes his arms in a show of exhilaration! Might as well ride this screaming kybuck in style! "Demaws man!" he says, pointing to the Neimoidian major-domo. "My wise friend, five *hundred* creds awn the Crimsan Fists!"

<How is the croud taking all this by the way?>

And then he turns to scoop Raden Warrick up off the ground. "You are awne *lucky* sawn awf a vacuum plant, Raden man," he whisper-grins down on that worthy as he carries him towards their table.

<Response Raden?>

The besalisk lays his devaronian prize full-length on the remains of their meal, sending dishes clattering this way and that. "TB, get taw wawrk please: I want him dancing rings arawnd that frecsing arena!" He looks to one and all, judging their mood... "Saw? What did you think?"

OOC: Possum, is Surgery needed here? Or will a simple Threat Injury be enough?

OOC: Sloor is back at the table! Time to plan our next moves.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Since the Hutt lord de facto answered his main question about using frag grenades, Mack shrugs and moves on to other things. His eyes sparkle at the prospect of betting on themselves to win.

"Oh boy. I have a lot of credits to throw in the pot. What kind of odds we get? I could put 1500 on us, so I am game."

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[possum]

OOC: I'm going to say that Raden won't be able to move much in the battle, he's going to be all but stationary due to his knee.

The lights in the gladiatorial arena turn on with a flick of a switch on Darga's dais, revealing the rock-strewn landscape to you all for the first time.

[sblock=tactical map]

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"3-1 odds on the Crimson Fists keeping Raden alive," Demos states after a few seconds of thinking. Other than yourselves, not very many of Darga's guests take that bet, prefering to gamble on Zayda's crew.

 

[perrinmiller]

"3-1 odds on the Crimson Fists keeping Raden alive," Demos states after a few seconds of thinking. Other than yourselves, not very many of Darga's guests take that bet, prefering to gamble on Zayda's crew.

OOC: Does this mean we cannot bet on ourselves or that we get really good odds, payout 3x if we win? I tried to upload this yesterday but issues with the site prevented it. I added grid coordinates to the map, but I had to turn it sideways to fit on the screen in my mapping program.

 

[Songdragon]

Mir sits down with the others and goes over what she learned from her encounter with Darga's team. She then says quietly, "First consider everywhere we go, bugged or the like. I would not put that past a Hutt. Second, what's the plan? How do you want to take this other team on? They are considered Darga's best."

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack looks at the weapons that they are supposed to use in the arena.

"Sloor, can you bet my money for me, you are the gambler?"

"Mir, I am not sure how we should handle it yet. Let me check out these weapons."

"But, I am guessing our best bet would be to stick together, make them come to us around a big rock and then we gang up on the most dangerous one first."

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[possum]

OOC: Here's the grid that PM made, I just uploaded it to my Photobucket. Are we ready to move on to the actual fight, or are we still discussing strategy?

[sblock=Tactical Map]

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[Binder Fred]

[Backtracking a bit]

The besalisk lays his devaronian prize full-length on the remains of their meal, sending dishes clattering this way and that. "TB, get taw wawrk please: I want him dancing rings arawnd that frecsing arena!"

"Squishy guts again," sighs the droid as it drops down into position, tri-fingered manipulators already extracting the tools it will need. "You mere mortals should really consider a modular design philosophy," it says, addressing the remark mostly to his future patient.

"That surgical add-awn unit has dawne *wanders* fawr your egaw," grumbles its owner.

"Yes," replies TB with the equivalent of a slight introspective frown. "I think it's built-in." A shrug (manipulators only, of course, as it has no shoulders), before it sets to its gory work.

Sloor looks back to one and all, judging their mood... "Saw? What did you think" [etc]

[Present]

Mir sits down with the others and goes over what she learned from her encounter with Darga's team. She then says quietly, "First consider everywhere we go, bugged or the like. I would not put that past a Hutt. Second, what's the plan? How do you want to take this other team on? They are considered Darga's best."

"Hm," grunts the besalisk, somehow a bit disapointed. "I gawt taw admit I was expecting a warmer welcawme than that: heraw awf the day and all that..."

"But Alright, dawn taw business." Lower, leaning down in a huddle with his mates, he looks to Mir in particular... "Sra, you think you could sneak up awn the awther team? Find awt *their* strategy?" He risks a side-ways look to where the opposite team is gathering.

<Response Mir?>

"I am guessing our best bet would be to stick together, make them come to us around a big rock and then we gang up on the most dangerous one first."

Sloor casts yet another look around, making sure nobody and nothing is within immediate earshot. "We *cawld* daw that. They have an explawsive expert awn staff thawgh, saw clumping's a big naw-naw. Saw... I'm thinking we need taw gang up and take dawn the drawid first, then the lang-ranged rodian. We can mawp up the Karg brawthers fawr desert. Meanwhile, we've gawt a mawbile target with TB awn defense." Frek! Should have frekking kept the surgery a surprise for the other team! Too late now, he guesses... "AND we can get awn tawp awf thawse rawcks frecsing quick with awer trusty TB ladder." A pensive look. "All we need is taw put it all tawgether sawmehaw..."

OOC: I'd say still in the planning stages, yes.