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

[Binder Fred]

"Gawd idea, Mack Man," grins the besalisk: "TB! Grenade me!"

"Very poorly worded," archly comments the hover droid. "You are lucky my inhibitors prevent that sort of thing, or I might be tempted to be literal..."

The little cylinder slaps into the big green palm; button mashed; out it goes! "I'll add this awne taw your next bill, Raden man!" And then he strides into the gathering chaos.


«Swift: Use TB as a Toolbox to retrieve a Stun Grenade
Standard: Target Thugs 4,5 and 6 and whatever that flippy guy is at E11: 1d20+3=12, 4d6=17. 8 Stun Damage all around, it seems.
Move: Move 6 to get into melee range with Thug 1, idealy flanking with Darius. If Thug1 is down, then move into melee with the next closest instead.

 

[possum]

As one of his men runs to the corner in fear, and two stun grenades go off around him, Raden raises his hands up. "Wow," he says. "Very efficient and quick. Very quick." He looks behind you and chuckles. "Though I think your newest member decided now would be a good time to leave. No matter. You got the better of her and you proved that you're not the easy marks that she thought you were. You got skills."

 

[Binder Fred]

Sloor holds up his arm sharply, a signal for his side to pause. (He's also got to resist a huge urge to look back and confirm Raden's words, but that can sort of wait, he guesses. Frekking disappointing though!)

"You're *sure* you're convinced?" he asks as he hefts his humming vibromace in the opposing hand, hungry, hopeful, halfway to disregarding the answer altogether. "I think I can still see sawme dawbt in that awne's eyes awver there..."

<Response Raden Warrick?>

[sblock=No longer relevant]

OOC: PERCEPTION TO SPOT KESSRA (Sloor then TB): 1d20+1=20, 1d20+9=26. Success!

TB beeps in a certain way.

<If she's presently circling to get to Raden, wait till she's ready to spring, then Help Another:
A quiet, triumphant grin: "And I think you'll find ALL awer members quite... campetent."


Binder "romantic sap" Fred. [/sblock]

 

[Songdragon]

Mir lowers her weapon as the hostilities seems to cease almost as fast as they began. She does not holster the weapon though and seems ready to continue should the need arise.

(( I believe that Kessra was trying to exit stage left... ))

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack gets back to his feet and flips the selector switch on his blaster rifle back to lethal. He moves closer to the Raden's thugs and he snarls, "Alright you lot, start piling your weapons here on the floor. Nice and easy."

While Sloor is talking to Raden, the soldier is going to make sure the others are not trying any funny business.

[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 stows his stun baton, glad he didn't have to fight with such an inelegant weapon for long.

He moves back toward Sloor muttering under his breath none too subtly about

"Grenades ruining all my fun..."

 

[possum]

"You made quick work of my friends, who've bested others who wanted to work for Darga before," Raden says as Mack collects the weapons of the said friends. One of the wonders if his ears should still be ringing as loud as they are.

"I'll give the address to Darga's villa," Raden says. "As well as modest transport and my personal recommendation."

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack quips with the cold mechanical sounding voice that comes through the trooper helmet package, "Just make sure you spell Crimson Fists correctly. We don't want to have any misunderstandings when we arrive."

He looks at Raden, checking for signs of deception on his part.

Then he asks, "Do you happen to know where that biker chick, Kessra, hangs out? She took off before we could pay her for services rendered."

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

 

[Binder Fred]

"I'll give the address to Darga's villa," Raden says. "As well as modest transport and my personal recommendation."

"Well, alright," sighs a disappointed besalisk. Marbling weird way of doing business they have around here...

<When they get to the transport:
A nod to their loaned ride: "Cawld you check it awt, Mack man? Make sure they didn't fawrget anything anbawrf awr anything. TB'll help you awt."


«Mechanics Help Another on the search for explosives or sabotage: 1d20+3=6. Or maybe not.

 

[Songdragon]

Mir will move around the transport attempting to stay out of Mack and Sloor's way peering over the thing. ((Mechancis Aid 1d20+2=8 Mir's cluless too!))

"We good to go?" she will ask after a minute or too.