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

[possum]

OOC: Yep, the car trick will work.

Raden coughs slightly in surprise. "Come on in, then." he says after a few silent seconds. Down the street, two excavation droids continue their work of sifting through the debris nearby.

Any sensing through the Force reveals no ill will to the group at the moment.

Inside of the building, A Devaronian sits in front of a large vidscreen with six other beings. He turns to you all and nods.

 

[Songdragon]

Mir enters with the others, letting the "gang leader' Sloor take his lead... She peers about the the room using the force to help perceive any possible threats...

((Sense surrounding, take 10, for a 23, Perception 1d20+8=16))
[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: n/a
Force Points: 5 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]

Down the street, two excavation droids continue their work of sifting through the debris nearby.

Heavy duty bouncers for Raden? Could be. "TB." He nods towards the droids and TB detaches itself.

«Can TB try a a Gather Information on the two droids, Possum? In binary, of course. Looking to learn 1. if they are working for Raden and 2. what they've seen of people going in and out of Raden's office. 1d20-2=15+Droid to droid social bonus?

Inside of the building, A Devaronian sits in front of a large vidscreen with six other beings. He turns to you all and nods.

"Saw, who daw we have here?" asks Sloor, scanning through the other five with calm, predatory confidence.

«PERSUASSION/INTIMIDATE 1d20+9=25 to impress on them that we're a bad bunch of hombres who know what they're doing .

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack follows behind the others as they enter, bringing up the rear and looking menacingly around while remaining protectively next to Mir.

Still helmeted, he snarls, "Yeah what he said, ya better show respect."

OOC: Persuasion, Aid Another: 1d20+1=11

[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

 

[toasterferret]

Darius follows closely behind Mack, nodding back to the Devaronian, trying his best to look the part of a silent yet ever vigilant bodyguard.

 

[possum]

Some of the thugs next to Raden back away somewhat, uncomfortable by Sloor and even Mack's posturing. Sloor remembers what TB had gotten from the excavation droids outside: that most of Raden's friends can be a bit tough and that unwanted visitors frequently came out of the area in body bags. They don't seem that threatening to you, though.

Warrick Raden looks at you. "So Kessra says you want to work for Darga, huh?" he says.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Just drawpped in awn the city, but already I hear he's the man taw see," agreed the besalisk. And, since Raden isn't offering: "TB, chair."

The hover droid assumes its three-legged table stance on the permacrete floor in front of the group and swivels its sensor turret to the back. Sloor settles himself down on its external cargo chest, like some sort of barbarian warrior-king on his mechanical throne.

"AND I hear the nawble hutt's gawt a need fawr sawme high-end, high pay... specialists. Isn't that right?" He smiles a slow, pointed smile Raden's way.

(Only he can hear TB's: "Deplorable waste of my superior-"
"Shh, I'm wawrking here." Out of the corner of his mouth. Still, he's a bit amused, a smidge more sure of himself after the exchange.)

OOC: Maintaining the pressure of his earlier Intimidate with TB's help.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack Stands behind Sloor, like a protective bodyguard over the besalisk's left shoulders with his blaster rifle is at port arms.

From behind his helmet, the soldier scrutinizes the Dovaronian and his minions, taking note of armor and weapons should the discussion become something of that nature.

OOC: Take 10 on Perception (+9) to notice weapons and armor and whatever might be on their utility belts.

[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]

Mack is able to see that both Raden and his friends have blaster pistols, and likely a knife or two hidden on their persons. They have a few makeshift durasteel plates on their bodies.

"Specialists, huh?" Raden asks. He gestures to his friends. "Test 'em." At those words, the guards reach for their weapons and Mack is able to see that at least one of them flicks a switch on his weapon. "Don't kill 'em," he says aloud, likely directed at both groups.

[sblock=Tactical Map]

Place yourselves in the center building and roll initiative, please.[/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack, still standing behind Sloor's left shoulders, remarks, "Shall we kill them, or not?"

OOC: 1 square diagonally SW from Sloor/TB. Any way we can get grid coordinates? Initiative (1d20+8=15)

[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