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

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack winces as the blaster bolt goes past him, missing by a hair's breathe. He comments, "That was damn close, eh Mir?... Mir?... MIR!? Holy sith spit! Are you okay? Speak to me!"

Emotions running high in the heat of battle, the soldier steals a quick glance and realizes that Mir has been hit bad. Gritting he teeth he is prepared to take revenge.

[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 (single shot)

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[Songdragon]

Mir lets out a scream of complete and utter pain as the blaster bolt hits her. Barely holding on she focuses first to work through the pain and then in an attempt to keep herself safe. She fades from sight... She replies in a meek whisper to those in the cab, "Hanging on..."


2 swift actions to move up the condition track (Shake it Off)
Cloak - Use the Force check 1d20+13=17

[sblock=Mir's Status]Scout 2/ Scoundrel 1
Initiative: +8 Perception: +8
Conditions: none
Reflex: 17 Frotitude: 15 Will: 16
Hit Points: 2 of 36 Threshold: 15
In Hand: n/a
Force Points: 6 Destiny Points: 3
Force Powers: Cloak, Mind Trick, Mind Shard, Negate Energy, Force Blast, Rebuke, Vital Transfer[/sblock]

 

[possum]

Darius slices towards the swoop guard, but manages to only wing him. Granted, it looks like a very deep slice, while his second lightsaber manages to send the offending bolt into the duracrete.

A wounded Mir catches her breath somewhat as she manages to successfully cloak herself from the sight of the Vipers.

Sloor is up.

 

[Binder Fred]

Darius slices towards the swoop guard, but manages to only wing him. Granted, it looks like a very deep slice, while his second lightsaber manages to send the offending bolt into the duracrete.

"Frekking death, that's impressive," swears Sloor. His feet hit the acceleration bulb full tilt as he sends the cab barrelling towards spiky-woman-with-attitude and vibroblade man. "Coming fawr YOU, small fry!"

OOC: Charge the leader (passing by thug5 on the way) in an attempt to run her over! This is an INTIMIDATE attempt on the leader: 1d20+9=14 vs Will to have her back down/surrender. Force Point if needed: 1d6=1... Ack!

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack leans slightly against the inside of the speeder to take a bead on the wounded swoop biker next to Darius. He takes aim and squeezes the trigger on his blaster rifle putting a shot into drekhead. His expertise in ranged combat providing covering fire to his companions

He spares a look at the leader of these swoop riders to see what she might do, but cannot learn anything yet.

[sblock=Actions]Standard Action: Ranged Attack at Biker #1 (assuming that's the wounded one); Blaster Rifle (1d20+7=26, 3d8+2=13)
Move Action: On Gang leader; Anticipate Enemy Strategy (1d20+7=9); Fail

Covering Fire provides +1 Ref Def for Allies within 6 squares.[/sblock][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 (single shot)

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[possum]

The cab piloted by Sloor taps the swoop piloted by the gangleader on the back, nearly jolting her out of her seat. Frightened by the situation, she speeds away down the boulevard.

Mack's aim is true, and a second gang member falls out of his swoop seat.

[sblock=Tactical Map]

Initiative

Darius 28 is up
Vipers 20
Mir 19
Sloor 17
Kessra 16
Mack 12
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[Binder Fred]

The cab piloted by Sloor taps the swoop piloted by the gangleader on the back, nearly jolting her out of her seat. Frightened by the situation, she speeds away down the boulevard.

"TB! What was that thing awn the hawlaw last night?" An excited Besalisk turns sharp right, hand over hand over hand, the back of the cab sliding out and bringing down a shabbily built canopy in the process!

"I believe it went something like: Yeeha."

"Frekking right! You spirks alright back there?"

<Response Mack and Mir?>

OOC: Did I have to use that Force Point, Possum?

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack says through gritted teeth and tries to line up another shot from the jolting cab's window, "I am fine, but Mir was hit bad and is now... eh?"

OOC: Not really sure what Mack knows, actually. Better he plays dumb.

[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 (single shot)

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

 

[possum]

OOC: The Force point was just not needed. And Darius is up, unless Mack wants to make a shot from the window.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Then get the frek awt awf that trunk, TB, and get tending!"

"That might be better achieved if a certain besalisk knew how to drive," softly grouses the droid as it tries to figure out a way to get to its patient without being thrown clean off.