Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter I: The Traitor's Gambit

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Hoversled Stats Straight From Module 1

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Stormtrooper on
Repulsor Sled
Aratech 64-Y Swift 3 Repulsor Sled CL 4
Large ground vehicle (speeder)
Init +10; Senses Perception +8
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Defenses Ref 14 (flat-footed 11), Fort 13; +1 armor
hp 32; DR 5; Threshold 18
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Speed 12 squares (max. velocity 800 km/h)
Ranged medium blaster cannon +7 or
drop net +7
Fighting Space 2x2; Cover none
Base Atk +5; Grp +13
Atk Options autofire (medium blaster cannon), drop net
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Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con —, Int 14
Skills Initiative +10, Mechanics +8, Perception +8, Pilot +10
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Crew 1 (expert); Passengers none
Cargo 4 kg; Consumables 1 day; Carried Craft none
Payload 1 drop net
Availability Military; Cost 8,000 (1,800 used)
Drop Net—When you fire this weapon, make an attack roll against all
targets in a 2-square-by-2-square area within 12 squares. If you exceed a target’s Reflex Defense, that target is grabbed (–2 penalty
on attack rolls) for 1 round.
Medium blaster cannon (pilot)
Atk +7 (+2 autofire), Dmg 3d10
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Drop net (pilot)
Atk +7, Dmg 6d10 ion (grapple +13) [/sblock]

Ylenic listens to Mir's concerns, nodding his head when he agrees. "We must all do what we feel is right in times such as these. Myself, I've semi-retired from my previous duties as a Jedi. I no longer use the Force as much as I did, but I have put the diplomatic training that my master taught me to good use here, helping with my fellow Caamasi refugees.

As I told your friend, Keyton, however, if you ever need additional training, I'd be more than willing to provide it. And, if things go truly wrong, I know someone very good at falsifying official documents, from birth certificates and faked adoption records and the like."

OOC: Since Caamasi mainly identify non-Caamasi via their smells, I gotta ask those that will be interacting with Ylenic semi-regularly on Alderaan to make a separate name based on a smell for him to use with you.

 

[Songdragon]

Mir nods to Ylenic, "I too have skills other than that of the living force and in these times have limited the use of the abilities I do have. Failing that, many of my abilities I have developed are not the most visible for others to see. I hope to develop others that will hide my abilities from others like us."

"My thanks for the offer, I while not a great concern right now. It is nice to know that the offer to hide my identity as well as possible teachings, are there.

***

Mir will do some shopping with the others, but declines the carousing.

 

[Binder Fred]

While examining the hover sled with Sloor, Mack considers, "I am not sure how much use it's going to be yet. I am not proficient with heavy weapons so I will be more effective with my blaster rifle for now. This net thing looks cool if we need to capture something, though. Hmmm, it could have a part in a future mission, one where we can use it to our best tactical advantage."

The besalisk jumps astride the thing, experimentaly rocking it back and forth a few times... "Naw crew and naw cargaw space," he reluctantly agrees. "Let's trade it in fawr awn awf thawse law bed cargaw sled : taw-man cabin up frawnt and we can mawnt *thawse* guns and *that* net awn a tripawd awn the back awf the new awn? Get us awver your wawrst swamps awr muddy jungle rawd, Mack man..." he griningly entices.

«Response Mack?

<<With regard to other activities.>>
"I know some good bars about an hour or two from here. I could use a drink and chance at some tail. You wanna go get drunk? Might be good idea, before we go on this crazy rescue mission. You can probably find someone unfortunate enough to be talked into a Sabacc game with you."

"Drunken Sabacc, the best kind," agrees Sloor with a slap on the back that could fell a small tree (but somehow fails to shake Mack). "Let's gaw! TB, you're awn chaperawne duty, you lucky cawnstruct you!"

"Will my endless rapture ever end?" poetically grouses the droid while locking steps with the two carousers.

Sloor clunks it on the chassis while pursuing the conversation with his other companion: "You humans are always hawrny, aren't you?"

 

[perrinmiller]

"Get us awver your wawrst swamps awr muddy jungle rawd, Mack man..." he griningly entices.

Mack replies, "Hmmm, yeah. Maybe we have time to work on this before we leave for Felucia. We need to find a new chassis, maybe an Arrow 23 Landspeeder. Unfortunately, this sled won't be worth much after we take the weapons off. But it is in good condition, we might be able make a trade for a used one."
<<OOC: Arrow 23 Landspeeder on pg 110 of Force Unleashed Book.>>

"You humans are always hawrny, aren't you?"

Mack chuckles, "Well it has been awhile since I charged up any loading ramp, if you know what I mean. And Captain Okeefe wasn't too interested. After the adrenaline of combat you just need to release that testosterone. Let's head out then, come on Tuberculosis." Mack's nickname for TB.

 

[possum]

OOC: We about ready to move on? Let me know when we are.

 

[Nebten]

[sblock=OOC] I'm ready to move on. [/sblock]

 

[Songdragon]

After some shopping Mir will return and consider what has happened and what may happen.

OOC: Ready to go when the boys are done carousing

 

[Binder Fred]

«Sorry for the delay, Folks, I was bushed.

Mack replies, "Hmmm, yeah. Maybe we have time to work on this before we leave for Felucia. We need to find a new chassis, maybe an Arrow 23 Landspeeder. Unfortunately, this sled won't be worth much after we take the weapons off. But it is in good condition, we might be able make a trade for a used one."

"An Arraw? Ain't that big fawr just fawr?" He considers, bolstering his courage.... "Guess we cauld just gaw fawr a cawple awf taw-seater rep sleds fawr naw. Pin a cargaw trailer awn the back and there you have it : quick and easy." AND open to the forsaken *wideness* of the place. Frecking planets! <shudder> "Let's gaw see what the lawcal dealers have gawt, right. Inspiratian *will* strike!"


«Sloor will defer to Mack's wider experience on this subject.

Mack chuckles, "Well it has been awhile since I charged up any loading ramp, if you know what I mean. And Captain Okeefe wasn't too interested. After the adrenaline of combat you just need to release that testosterone. Let's head out then, come on Tuberculosis." Mack's nickname for TB.

"Uh?"

"An infectious disease of humans and animals caused by a species of Mycobacterium mainly infecting the lungs where it causes tubercules characterized by the expectoration of mucus and sputum, fever, weight loss, and chest pain. Transmission is through inhalation or ingestion of bacteria," helfully supplies TB, fishing into his newly installed databanks.

"Sex, Sabacc and Spit, uh?" summarizes its owner with raised eyebrows (plates, technically). "Shawld be an interresting evening."


«Sloor contributes 80 creds and all his theoretical winnings to the evening (1d20+1=13 break even, not very dramatic. Let's try that again, shall we: 1d20+1=18: 160 creds!). Should be a fine boozer.

 

[perrinmiller]

"An Arraw? Ain't that big fawr just fawr?" He considers, bolstering his courage.... "Guess we cauld just gaw fawr a cawple awf taw-seater rep sleds fawr naw. Pin a cargaw trailer awn the back and there you have it : quick and easy." AND open to the forsaken *wideness* of the place. Frecking planets! <shudder> "Let's gaw see what the lawcal dealers have gawt, right. Inspiratian *will* strike!"

While out looking at speeders, Mack finds what might be a good match, "What about this Seraph-class urban landspeeder? It will seat four, but it's much smaller than an Arrow. It's not much bigger than what we have already. And it has room for 10kg of cargo. SoroSuub's speeders are pretty common so we should be able to find the parts to mount our own gear."

[sblock=Flash Speeder]Found it in Wookieepedia, but not in Saga Sourcebooks. Later, I will see if I can find more details in my d20 material to get a cost. But I figure a used chassis of a similar design without the armaments would be about 1800-3000 credits.

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That night Mack tries his luck with the ladies, but ends up getting some drinks tossed in his face. Not too smooth that night, guess he's going back with Sloor and TB.
[sblock=OOC]Persuasion Checks (1d20+1=2, 1d20+1=8, 1d20+1=6, 1d20+1=4, 1d20+1=10, 1d20+1=13) Better off getting these rolls out of the way for something unimportant. Hopefully the critical failure didn't land him in jail. [/sblock]

 

[Binder Fred]

While out looking at speeders, Mack finds what might be a good match, "What about this Seraph-class urban landspeeder? It will seat four, but it's much smaller than an Arrow. It's not much bigger than what we have already. And it has room for 10kg of cargo. SoroSuub's speeders are pretty common so we should be able to find the parts to mount our own gear."

"Sure," agrees Sloor, walking around, thumping at things and looking under skirts. "Put in a cawple awf cargaw racks arawnd the back and sides maybe (with that wedgy bit in frawnt fawr air resistance)? You have thaws, right?" he finishes, addressing the salesman.

«I'm seeing a U-shapped, fully enclosed deal that would serve as a seat-back for the two in the back and come around to just about level with the ones in front. Might provide some cover as well.

"Awly prawblem I can see is... Where's TB gawing taw sit in all this?"

"In front, next to our intrepid driver," automatically supplies the droid. "The greater problem is of course: where are *you* going to sit?"

That night Mack tries his luck with the ladies, but ends up getting some drinks tossed in his face. Not too smooth that night, guess he's going back with Sloor and TB.

That worthy slides him a crystal blue drink with little floating pods fizzing away on top, "Drink up, Mack man!" he shouts over the 'entertainement'. "Friend here says there's a place dawn the river where you can let your creds daw the talking. Real classy place taw!"

"None the be- better," agrees the highly inhibriated tunroth hunter presently sharing their table. He surges to his feet, drink raised to the heavens: "To the passion feeder eater something, ain't it - To the Hunt!" he finishes, letting out a warrior's hululation.

"The Hunt!" loudly agrees the besalisk.

«Response Mack?