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*Sri glances quickly at the crates, to see if anything resembling smuggled arms or illegal goods are in them, then moves to the door, and stands beside it, rifle at the ready.* "Care to do the honors, sir? I'll go through first, in case there's hostiles."

((Same again, please!))

*Wryy shrugs, trusting in his wiser companions to figure a course, and activates his saber as well, taking up a similar stance to the rest of his allies.* OOC: Full def as well.

*Wryy'ethh nods, flexing his claws.* "ROOOwrarra sryyya naar." Shyri:

*Wryy'ethh growls desperately, and searches the entryway with his eyes, looking for any possible way to shut down the passageway - something that could be blocked, destroyed, etc. His thoughts drift back to the pyramid of stone, and he tries to recall if tehre was anyway it could be lowered...

*Wryy'ethh growls, his voice cracking slighty.* "Rooowrar! Haarr'n arrrrrr naaarraan roowoso sarrryy!" Shryi:. *He quickly pulls off the frag grenades he's been carrying, and hands them to anyone who's willing to take one, and accurate.*

*Sri nods at the man, and replies curtly* "Thanks." *He then heads to the back, rifle still in hand and set to stun, watching for the bar man, and other rebels, or an exit.*

*Wryy'ethh shakes his head, and reaches, trying to take Budd from Cai's arms.* "Raaohhhr arrrr!" Shryi:

*Wryy'ethh roars his defiance at the dead Sith, uncaring about the noise. As the roar ends, he visibly shakes off the effects of his rage, then spends a further few seconds concentrating, and restoring his center. He sees his companions, and quickly moves to Budd, placing his hands on her, and...

*Wryy'ethh howls in fury, and rushes back to the fight, moving up to stand beside Aerek (and/or Skyka) facing this new foe (D13), eyeing him with more respect, but also more rage (declare dodge/agile riposte).*

Yeah, I would prefer to run, or have a round or two to breathe, but I don't think that's tactically feasible, or in character for some of us. Still, we'll see what happens. Maybe there'll be a new PbP thread to find our party now. ;)

*Sri looks around the bar, still obviously pissed.* "I want an exit, now. Where is it?"

*Perhaps a rational action is more appropriate here, but Wryy'ethh is still in the grip of his Wookiee Rage, the anger of his species coursing through his veins. As this newcomer threatens his new companions, he growls, raises his saber high, and charges to D13, slashing at the man with all his...

*Wryy'ethh simply glares at the man, and activates Heal Self, using a roll.*

"Noted. I'll see what I can do. Devlin's taken a few hits, but I think he's okay. Everyone accounted for our there?" *Assuming he gets a yes, Sri will set about seeing how to take the door down, or finding a back way out, then assist Devlin as needed.*

*Sri growls in frustration, and looks about for a window or other door he could use to exit. If he finds it, he'll look outside. If not, he'll help Devlin.* To the comm: "Are you still taking fire? I can't get out. The door is blasted shut."

*Wryy'ethh growls angrily at his singed fur, but clearly is focused on the fight. He swings at the Sith that scorched him, keeping his eyes focused on the Sith's blade*. OOC: Attack and dodge against S5.

*Sri snarls.* "Theirs are dead or stunned. See to them. Ours are taking fire." *With that, he runs to the door, opening and firing on the first available target. First available hostile target. Hell, first available target that isn't a Krayt.*

*Al-Khazad grins.* "Indeed. I'm not sure I want to be the one responsible for unleashing a race of curious cyclops into the world. Maybe we could tell them they have to crawl through a 4' hole too...." *He turns to the translator* "Tell them that we wish them the best, and careful searching...

*Wryy'ethh growls, worried about his companions. He shifts his grip to a doublehanded wield, and slashes at S1, while doing his best to be sure S5 doesn't get past him to the rest of the group.* OOC: Attack S1, declare dodge against S5, so AoO against S5 if he attacks