[IC] SWS/DnD5, Star Wars the Old Republic – A Gathering Darkness

[Binder Fred]

Afterwards the Gand reports his conversation to the others, mostly the part about 'not attacking so long as we keep walking away'.


OOC: I think we can fit an awful lot of people on the hood and around the sides + back so long as we go jogging-pace slow?

 

[GreenKarl]

Drone click "Where?"

The droid translates. (OOC: Right?)

After a raid set of whistles and chip Thirteen translates "The forbidden mountains. All these lands. The demons sleep below us even now but they will awaken if you disturb. Digging into the mountains with evil magic is very bad. You must leave and take the diggers with you before it is too late."

GM: Assume you want Thirteen to translate "Where" to the Kwi, if not I will edit

Cass shrugs and says "As you wish. We can take care of ourselves but not having to worry about native ambushes would be nice... Set your blasters to stun boyos. No grenades unless we have to."

GM: What kind of marching like order do you want to follow? Mercs sort of in the front or the back? Do you give the speederbike back to the two now conscious mercs? Anything else you want to do or ask the Kwi in the swamp? You could probably fit half the mercs on the landspeed if they were riding on the hood, etc. but not everyone. EDIT: maybe if you piled everyone on REALLY tight and put one or two extra people on the speederbike everyone would fit

 

[Binder Fred]

The gand clicks after the answer comes out of the mist. Disappointment? Something else? guttural drone, jumble clacketty "These ones will see what can be done."

A polite dip of the head to the 'empty', swamp, then it turns, gesturing the both of them back towards the others.

jumble click burble, clack whirr click "Does GE3-T3 think the Kwi like the taste of bothan?"


EDIT = The gand wants to ride in the sidecar! He/she doesn't mind sitting in a guy's lap if she has to.

 

[Sezarious]

Jihahna raises her eyebrows in realisation. "Say i've got the tools to maybe repair the skif you came in on, or at least if it still hovers, we can just give it a tow! You don't NEED a functional forward repulsor lift OR whatever else was damaged after your crash if we can tow you... Lemme see what I can do lads!"

With that, she readies her tools for a repair attempt. The aim of which would be to create at least a hover platform of some kind out of the skif.

OOC: url=http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=123603]_: 1D20+3 = [4]+3 = 7 [/url] Ewwww.... Erm, advantage anyone?

 

[GreenKarl]

Thirteen glances down at this Gand and tilts his head "I do not understand Mistress, there are not bothans in among the mercenaries are there?" The droid looks over at the surviving aliens and nods "No, no bothans here. Oh dear... do you mean a bothan that fell in the swamp? Oh dear oh dear... how dreadful."


Cass points back into the swamp saying "Well it is about 2 klicks back in there. And if I had my way about it I would not be going back in there. Those freaking lizard bird things for everywhere. Must have been at least two score. Most of them fell on a couple unfortunate chaps that gave the rest of a chance to run. Only about half of the flock or whatever followed us. The rest might still be around there..."

 

[Binder Fred]

The gand looks to Jihahna...

 

[Sezarious]

Jihahna looks back in the direction Cass points, then back at this gand with an exchange in glances, before looking back at Cass. "Yeahhhh... Well.... Ok then. Never Mind. Lets just all get cosy I guess.... I'm ready to head back when you guys are."

She jumps in the speeder, moving to sit in Thirteens lap, wrapping her left arm around its neck, she mutters as she begins to work, "Don't mind me handsome." She takes a rag out of her mechanics kit and begins to polish him up here and there. More importantly, she feels more able to protect Thirteen by acting as its meat shield.

 

[Binder Fred]

During the slow trek back, the speederbike's course sometimes parallels the landspeeder's, so that they are companionly close...

jumble drone low-whirr "Jihahna Darut is sad?"

It's the gand, head angled (even though the thrill of ridding in the weaponized sidecar has not faded from her yet: it's glaringly obvious when you know what to look for, the sharpness of its moves, the way she looks about).


OOC: Keeping a sharp lookout on the way back, hoping for some targets. (If not, can she beg some 'target practice' from the operator, GK? Willing to trade for it.)

 

[Sezarious]

Jihahna is perhaps a little startled by the question from the Gand. She looks up at him for a moment about to say something, then back down at Thirteen as she continues to polish. Trying to find the words.

"Well... Not sad so much... Just that... I like to feel useful Gand, keep myself busy doing this and that. It kind of relaxes me, but also, repairing swoops and skiffs or the occasional starship is the most constructive thing I know how to do."

She looks up at this Gand again. "I've NEVER worked like this before... It all seems really constructive and it's new to me."

She leans across to this Gand, raising her eyebrows, but lowering her voice just a little. "I used to point and shoot and OR repair engines, but this is the opposite.... We're leaving the engines behind and helping the people. It's just new to me I think."

She smiles at this Gand "Other than that, i'm fine, I don't know how you do it though. Why are you so positive? Where do you get that from?"

 

[Binder Fred]

A soft buzz: guttural whirr slur "This one is expendable," she explains before leaning too and extending a hard, three-fingered hand -- Invitation? Something else? CLACK jumble drone whirr slur "Be expendable with me, Jihahna Darut."