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

[Songdragon]

"And there is even more help to come my friend." Mir closes her eyes a moment and calls upon the Force again...

(( Vital Transfer, Use the Force Check 1d20+13=25 to heal 4 x 3(level) = 12 hit points, and spend the force point to avoid taking damage. ))

"There you are Sloor... lets finish this"

[sblock=Mir's Mini-Stats]Scout 2/ Scoundrel 1
Initiative: +8 Perception: +8
Conditions: none
Reflex: 17 Frotitude: 15 Will: 16
Hit Points: 29 of 36 Threshold: 15
In Hand: Heavy Blaster Pistol +3 (3d8+1)
Force Points: 4 Destiny Points: 3
Force Powers: Cloak, Mind Trick, Mind Shard, Negate Energy, Force Blast, Rebuke, Vital Transfer
Force Talents: Illusion, Force Harmony[/sblock]

 

[Binder Fred]

Zayda's exacty where he was, only laying on the floor unconscious and badly injured.

Sloor's weak grin strengthens into a triumphant chuckle: "Awne dawn!" Energized, the heavily-battered besalisk pushes himself up in one smooth move, [etc]

"And there is even more help to come my friend." Mir closes her eyes a moment and calls upon the Force again... "There you are Sloor... lets finish this"

"Frek..." The besalisk looks at himself in some wonder, then remember who's looking down on them exactly. "Be careful, Sra," he whispers, a finger pushing away a stray blond lock from her face - before nodding, fire rekindling in his eyes: "And let's."

The first thinks it's the best time to go and take a nap in the corner

"Hey, hey! Where are you gawing?!" Sloor rushes in and beans him in the back of the head with his mace. "We ain't dawne yet!"

It's a solid hit, but contrarily to Sloor's expectations, his slice sends it running to his destination even quicker, yelping in pain. Frek! A moment balanced on a razor's edge: Go after him? Shoot him in the back (blaster half-raised)? Will Darga buy it...? "Frek him!"

Without further ado Sloor pushes off sharp right, feet slamming into the arena dirt as he charges straight for the back of the retreating explosive droid. Frek, frek, frek, frek, frek! Pretty frekking sure he's made the easy/wrong choice! "Cawming fawr *you*, drawid!"

OOC: Move around the mud (Q19) and then Charge to V18. Mace attack vs RX: 1d20+5+2=26, 2d10+7=12.

 

[possum]

OOC: You can only move in a straight line during a charge unless you have the Improved Charge feat.

 

[Dr Simon]

Luck, or fate, seems to be on Darius' side for the moment as he ducks beneath what would likely have been a killing blow from Karg Three, but this doesn't save him from another of the droid's grenades. The blast takes down his Gamorrean opponent and Darius ducks and rolls, bruised and bleeding from scrapes, coming to his feet and turning his forward momentum into a charge towards the droid. His footing, perhaps, is not as stable as it ought to be and his attack goes wild.

[sblock=OOC]
Spend another Destiny Point to make Karg attack miss. Grenade still hits, leaving him with 11/44 hit points and moved one step down condition track (-1 to everything, I make it).

Charge and stun baton (working as a normal club against a droid) attack on RX. The plan is to move into a flanking position with Sloor as well, if possible, or otherwise square 18-X

Edit: +4 attack bonus, +2 charge, -1 condition. Bleh. Looks like a miss.
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[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack sees the events are miraculously falling their way.

"Ha, we got this! The Galaxy is smiling on us this day."

He takes aim at the droid and puts a stunning shot into it, expertly missing both Darius and Sloor.

[sblock=Actions]Swift Action: Aiming
Move Action: Aiming
Standard Action: Ranged attack on RX (W18); Blaster Rifle (1d20+7=26, 3d8+2=19)
Mack is Prone[/sblock][sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 4
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]

[sblock=Tactical Map]

Mack 20
Karg Bros: 18
RX: 15
mir 14 is up
Zayda: 14
Raden: 13
Sloor 8
Darius 7[/sblock]

As the forces converge around RX, the droid can do nothing but thrown an ineffectual punch against Sloor, if he's still up that is.

 

[Binder Fred]

OOC: Does RX have Martial Arts I or up? If not, AoO vs RX: 1d20+5=20, 2d10+7=12

The besalisk catches the punch with one hand, grins, and then head-butts the droid right in its cylindrical head!

OOC: Assuming that takes RX down (he's taken 62 points of damage by this point!):

"Yeah!" Sloor raises his mace in grinning salute to Mack and Darius: "Naw we're talking!"

"Well this is a complete reversal," comments TB, before thoughtfully glancing at the devaronian on its back out of the corner of its optics... "Perhaps it's a bit premature, but what are your plans for the future? Have you, for example, given any thoughts to -ah- mending your ways?"

<Response Raden?>

 

[possum]

OOC: Assuming that takes RX down (he's taken 62 points of damage by this point!):

"Yeah!" Sloor raises his mace in grinning salute to Mack and Darius: "Naw we're talking!"

"Well this is a complete reversal," comments TB, before thoughtfully glancing at the devaronian on its back out of the corner of its optics... "Perhaps it's a bit premature, but what are your plans for the future? Have you, for example, given any thoughts to -ah- mending your ways?"

<Response Raden?>

OOC: Actually, it looks like Mack's shot took RX down. Right now, the Karg brother standing next to where he would be is just staring there in confusion. The other is near the NE corner huddling in fear.

"I, I don't know," is the only thing that Raden can say at the moment.

 

[Binder Fred]

OOC: Excellent! Celebratory bits still stand then.

"I, I don't know," is the only thing that Raden can say at the moment.

"Not that I have much experience with the path of righteousness, mind you, but I hear it's nice this time of year."

«Mir's up!

 

[Songdragon]

Mir moves out into the open so that she can been seen by Darga and those above... In Huttesse she calls out, "Most distinguished Darga, " she bows her head respectfully to the hutt, "We have defeated your champions! They either lay upon the ground or were easily persuaded to aid us. Do you wish this," she motions around at the bodies of the fallen, "To continue or have we proven our worth to you, most Exalted One?" She bows from her waist and awaits Darga's response.

[sblock=Mir's Mini-Stats]Scout 2/ Scoundrel 1
Initiative: +8 Perception: +8
Conditions: none
Reflex: 17 Frotitude: 15 Will: 16
Hit Points: 29 of 36 Threshold: 15
In Hand: Heavy Blaster Pistol +3 (3d8+1)
Force Points: 4 Destiny Points: 3
Force Powers: Cloak, Mind Trick, Mind Shard, Negate Energy, Force Blast, Rebuke, Vital Transfer
Force Talents: Illusion, Force Harmony[/sblock]