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

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack shrugs replies, "Kill or win, same thing as far as what I meant."

"I was guessing we could get decent odds if we bet on which one of us makes the final winning blow. This is what I meant."

"About this mobile defense, Raden is not going to be terribly mobile. However, we can keep moving, fire and maneuver style. Since he won't be shooting, he should be able to keep up with me."

"I can lay down covering fire, but you guys will need to stay within about nine meters to take advantage."

[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

 

[Songdragon]

Mir makes her way back to her group and whispers as she returns, "Good news, is that they did not seem aware I was there... bad news, all I got of their plan, was they think we will have Rade behind the northern rock... and are trying to decide the best way to get around to flank us."

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

OOC: I assume the North side of the Arena is the left edge of the map, correct?

Mack thinks about what Mir has learned, "It's okay, we can work with that. That means they will divide their forces and we concentrate on them one at a time."

"Perhaps we can make them think we are hiding behind that rock, but we actually head towards the northwest corner and eliminate the group in that area first."

"Then climb that rock as Sloor suggested?"

He keeps his second explosive as no one wants it. He keeps his eye out for the opposition try to overhear them in return.

OOC: Take 10 on Perception (+9)

[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: Yes, S and T 1.

Mack, while attempting to listen to the other group, manages to make out a plan involving using the dry areas as bottlenecks for using the grenades. That and what Mir already heard about flanking the north rocks.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Alright Sloor... I can try..."

"Gawd girl." Sloor grins down on her. "And dan't wawry: we'll purée them right here, right naw if they cawse you aaany trawble." His bravado is somehow... contagious.

OOC: Was planning to do a morale Help Another here, but looks like you didn't need it.

"I was guessing we could get decent odds if we bet on which one of us makes the final winning blow. This is what I meant."

"Aw..." nods Sloor with sudden understanding. "Dan't think Demaws will let that awne gaw by thawgh -- seeing as we cantrawl the dice and all that... Nah, gaw with a thawsand awn Victawry and five awn Perfect Win if you want taw play the awdds, Mack man." A mischievous grin, "Minus my 10% cawmmissian, awf cawrse."

<Response Mack?>

[The return of the Jedi Generic Mir]

Mack thinks about what Mir has learned, "It's okay, we can work with that. That means they will divide their forces and we concentrate on them one at a time. Perhaps we can make them think we are hiding behind that rock, but we actually head towards the northwest corner and eliminate the group in that area first. Then climb that rock as Sloor suggested?"

"Pawp up TB at the beginning, figure awt which way the lightweights are gawing and all charge that way," agrees the besalisk with a congratulatory slap on blondy's back! "I think we're ready taw gaw!"

(He leans sideways, closer to Mir, and smiles that crooked smile of his: "Daw *you* want a warmer welcawme?")

<Response Mir?>

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack chuckles at Sloor's greed, "Ten percent, huh? No friend's discount. Whatever as long as we win, mate."

"Oh, the next maintenance on TB is going to cost you... 200 credits maybe."

"Those chuckle-heads are going to try and chuck grenades at us while we are moving through the water patches. It occurs to me that it would be nice to have a few ABC scramblers."

[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

 

[Songdragon]

Mir looks in Sloor's direction with a raised brow and questioning look not quite sure what the besalisk is asking... "Lets get this done."

((Actually... I am tempted to take Jedi next level... At the same time I want the TI Skill too and that is Soldier or Noble. So either this level or next.))

 

[Binder Fred]

Mir looks in Sloor's direction with a raised brow and questioning look not quite sure what the besalisk is asking... "Lets get this done."

[sblock=What the besalisk is asking]I refer you to *this* bit :
"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..."[/sblock]"As you cawmmand," grins that worthy before scooping her up in the air with his two left arms and smooching her cheek: "Jawb well dawne, Sra. We're all prawd awf you!"

His breath smells faintly of feathers, and exotic spice.

<Response Mir?>

"About this mobile defense, Raden is not going to be terribly mobile. However, we can keep moving, fire and maneuver style. Since he won't be shooting, he should be able to keep up with me."

"He should be able to limp along at about half speed, I would say." TB peers down at its ongoing masterwork and tuts, "Assuming he can stand the pain, of course." It then goes on with the last stages of closing up.

<Response Raden?>

"And awer nawble emplawyer said you shawld *gaw in* unarmed. Nawthing in there abawt nawt picking up a blaster awr three frawn the awppawsitian afterwards..."

Mack chuckles at Sloor's greed, "Ten percent, huh? No friend's discount. Whatever as long as we win, mate."

"Oh, the next maintenance on TB is going to cost you... 200 credits maybe."

"Seven pawint five," magnanimously agrees the scoundrel. "Strawng the pawer awf friendship is."

OOC: I think we're about ready, Posssum. Sloor will lay down Mack's bets as described above (What's the return on Perfect Win by the way?) and we can plan the last little bits once we know our starting positions. For Raden, the spots at Q15 and I23 look particularly well defensible, don't they?

 

[possum]

OOC: You're playing defense, so you all get first choice. Which one?

 

[Songdragon]

As the besalisk picks her up Mir lets out a gasp of surprise. She is even more surprised that he is giving her a kiss on the cheek. Confused and not liking being off her feet, "Ahhh... Sloor. Please put me down. I hope you have not gotten yourself all intoxicated, just before a battle."