Out of the Frying Pan... (d20 Star Wars)

[Ambrus]

Cognitive Processing
Datum: Mistress Dofina is alive and appears uninjured.
Datum: Unidentified human female is with her.
Datum: Unidentified human male is in proximity to hangar 17B.
Emotive Node: Pleasure 36%; Anxiety 31.5%; Frustration 24%; Excitement 8.5%
Heuristic Node: Must report.
Volition Threshold reached.
Priority Hierarchy established.
Cancel flight plan.
Retract antenna.
Uploading data to vocabulator data buffer 6F-2.

The diminutive black probe droid's circuits almost hum with relief at the sight of its mistress. DRK-1X slowly makes it way over to her and her human companion while making certain to enter their field of vision so as not to startle them before sinking down into the underbrush to join them in hiding. (Hide +22, taking 10 and taking advantage of available concealment) It continues to rotate its external sensor pods around to scan the area and keep watch on the unidentified soldier by the hangar while it retracts its communications antenna. It gently drifts forward and stops with it's vocabulator only a few inches from the nemoidian's ear hole and begins to speak in a barely audible whisper.

Report: I have received the data you transmitted; I require a passcode to decrypt it. Republic and insurgent forces have seized the command center and communications array and appear to be securing the area. The bothan mercenary Raek Plot'fey has been taken prisoner by the insurgents and all visible battle-droids have been forcefully deactivated. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine has declared, by holo-transmission, the Jedi "enemies of the Republic". Consequently, separatist troopers have begun attacking their Jedi allies on Taris. Fearing you were trapped by a cave-in, I took the initiative and recruited a fugitive male cerean Jedi to help excavate the escape tunnel. He has agreed to protect you to the best of his abilities in exchange for safe passage out of this system. He is currently hiding 414 meters roughly north of this position. I have avoided contact with all other individuals. There is an unidentified Sith engaged in battle against a squad of eight republic troopers on the far side of this hangar and a third one engaged in battle against a squad of five republic troopers at the communications array. Inquiry: What are your orders mistress?

OOC: Just a few questions Shadow: What race and sex is the Sith? Which side seemed to be winning the fight between the troopers and the Sith before I moved to the other side of the hangar? How tall is the building above ground level? What is the scale of the squares of the map? Are there any computer access ports on the exterior of the building and if so where are they located? Is it possible to assess the condition of the cloaking field generator of the building; is it damaged or simply inactive?

 

[Bobitron]

What a load of fambaa sh*t I've stepped into. How the hell am I supposed to trust the clones and the Republic if they will turn on thier closest allies with a single order? Who knows what Order 67 will be? Probably 'Kill all local and mercenary troops'. First things first; I gotta get the hell off this planet.

Tal takes a few short, shallow breaths to build up a bit of courage and spins around the corner with blaster raised. Glancing around with rapid, darting motions, he rushes down the inside wall, keeping a close eye on the area the flashes are eminating from. I sure as hell know I can't fly this thing. Maybe there is a Seperatist left who can pilot me outta here...

ooc: Hide -1, Spot and Listen +0

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Ambrus: The scale is 4m per square again. The roof of the hangar is barely 5 meters above ground. The front of the hangar has a shield covering it, but the top would slightly seperate to allow the passage of ships entering or leaving. As far as can be ascertained, the cloaking device is more than likely damaged, as Dofina never turns it off. When it is operational, because of its experimental nature, it would flicker every so often, but in this case it is definately not working. Access ports are in two locations externally: the personnel door and the cargo door, both of which are on the other side by the battle. As far as the battle goes, your quick glance allowed you to see that the Sith was apparently trying to get inside while fighting off the clones. It's progress was even. Since it was wearing a cloak, telling sex and race would be difficult.

 

[Kemrain]

Felia releases her grip on the Neimodian woman's mouth apologetically and listens intently as the droid whispers to its mistress, unable to make out what it is telling her. She wonders if this is who the chancelor had been talking to on the comlink before it was destroyed. Being ignored for the moment, she sighs and turns her attention back to the soldier who had been examining the hole blasted into the building, only to find him gone.
"Chancelor Jurnol, that soldier..." Felia trails off, looking back at the neimodian listening to the droid, hiding her annoyance. "Are you going to let me in on what's going on? The soldier's disappeared, so he's either gone inside or off into the trees. Your droid could make sure the coast is clear," she suggests, trying to remain noticed and on task.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Tal jumps down into the hangar, eyes following his blaster as it scans the room for targets. It is apparently deserted for the moment, as nothing registers his presence. He sees now that there are definately two ships in the hangar, one sleek looking vessel and one more than likely built for serious cargo hauling, considering its bulky nature. Both ships are closed up tight from the looks of it.

Mistress Dofina listens intently as her droid relates to her the information about the battle prior to their meeting. Her face muscles tensed at every mention of the word Jedi.

"Jedi do not concern me X. Quickly, we need to get you inside so you can use those codes to get us out of here, otherwise your inspirational journey to rescue me will be for nothing." Mistress Dofina is obviously incensed at something, her normal glee when hearing from her droid was missing in her annoyance at such people as the Republic beating down the doors of her secret base.

Looking at Felia, then back at X, she orders, "Go and see what you can do about that soldier that went inside, then try and get us in without exposing us to unnecessary fire. We'll wait here for your signal."

 

[Bobitron]

Tal, still swearing softly under his breath, rushes toward the sleeker of the two ship to look for an entrance.

ooc: When he finds one, he will attempt to enter it. If its locked, find a good place to hide instead closeby where I can keep an eye on the battle outside and the spot I entered from.

 

[Ambrus]

Cognitive Processing
Datum: Mistress Dofina has no concern for Jedi.
Proposition: Mistress Dofina will not honor DRK-1X's agreement with the male cerean Jedi.
Emotive Node: Frustration 46.3%; Uncertainty 28.3%; Sadness 25.4%.
Datum: Transmitted data will facilitate escape.
New orders received.
Algorithmic Node: Obeisance protocols apply.
Heuristic Node: Execute tactical analysis.
Processing.
The unidentified male human has an estimated 30.4% probability of successfully scoring
a direct hit against DRK-1X with his light repeating blaster. A direct hit will penetrate
DRK-1X's external housing resulting in an estimated 32.35% degradation of all systems.
A second direct hit will result in an estimated 117.39% degradation of all DRK-1X's
systems and an immediate and complete program failure. DRK-1X's estimated functioning
time in an exchange of blaster fire is between 6 and 18 seconds. DRK-1X has an estimated
85.5% probability of successfully scoring a direct hit against the unidentified male human
with it's blaster cannon. A direct hit, on stun setting, will result in an estimated 5-7
seconds of inactivity and an estimated 50% probability of a complete loss of
consciousness lasting between 12 and 42 seconds. The unidentified male human's
estimated functioning time in an exchange of blaster fire is between 6 and 14 seconds.
Outcome of a possible violent encounter is inconclusive.
Threat index: 89.2%
Emotive Node: Anxiety 38.9%; Uncertainty 24.4%; Frustration 19.6%; Resolve 17.1%
Volition Threshold reached.
Priority Hierarchy established.
Uploading obeisance script 1B and data to vocabulator data buffer 12C-1.

DRK-1X floats backwards a few inches to better focus its sensors on its mistress' face as she issues new orders to her droid servant. It responds in its whisper-soft mechanical voice. Statement: Understood Mistress. When I have ascertained that it is safe for you to advance I will return to the hole and flash my blue holoprojector lens twice in your direction.

Cognitive Processing
Uploading directives to repulsorlift unit [X=+-48.5m.,Y=-5.6m., Z=+4.6m., V=5m./second]
Deploy blaster cannon (Y/N)? Yes.

Without another word, the diminutive probe droid pulls back a half-meter while turning on its axis to face the hangar bay and zips towards the hole in the facade of the building. Along the way, its onboard blaster cannon drops down from a concealed compartment on its belly. Knowing that humanoids don't tend to look up, the probe droid rises during its flight until it is hovering next to the top of the large smoking hole. It then stops and slowly inches one of its external sensor pods to peer around the edge of the hole and into the hangar bay while listening for sounds of movement within (Spot +15, Listen +9, taking 10). DRK-1X will make certain that it is not being observed and then slowly drift in through the top edge of the hole while taking advantage of the dark billowing smoke to mask its entry. Already being familiar with the layout of the interior of the hangar it'll seek cover along the ceiling behind whatever ventilation-ducts, pipes, wires, supporting trusses or protrusions that are available. (Hide +22, Move Silently +12, taking 10 on both checks and taking advantage of available concealment) Wherever the unidentified human male is, DRK-1X will slowly and stealthily make its way along the ceiling until it's directly over his position at ceiling height.

OOC: These are only DRK-1X's intended actions mind you. If it's detected it'll try to duck for cover behind whatever is available, take advantage of the oppurtunity to hide again and then resume it's stealthy advance once more. If it succeeds up to this point however, it'll then proceed as follow.

The diminutive probe droid then silently drift downwards until it comes to rest with its blaster cannon barrel to the base of the human's neck. It's whisper-soft mechanical voice is strangely at odds with the implied threat of its stealthy approach. Request: Identify yourself and the purpose of your trespass into this installation.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal, still searching for an entryway into the ship, is completely unaware of the droid's nearly silent approach. Eyes still sweeping over the hanger, he nearly jumps out of his skin when the droid speaks.

"Dammit!" He leaps up a solid six inches when DRK-1X vocalizes, swinging his blaster up in a futile attempt to target the sphere. "Look, droid, stay out of this. I don't want to have to blow you away. I'm just looking for a way off this rock. I'm not here to hurt anyone unless they come lookin' for a fight." His head swings back and forth, following the barrel of his rifle as he tries to track down the source of the voice.

ooc: I'm assuming that Tal has enough experience with droids to recognize that it is a droid's voice and not a intercom or something of the sort.

 

[Ambrus]

Cognitive Processing
Tracking target.
Uploading directives to repulsorlift unit [X=+0.5m.,Y=-0.2m., Z=+0.05m., V=10.67m./second]
Uploading directives to repulsorlift unit [X=-0.75m.,Y=+0.3m., Z=-0.05m., V=10.67m./second]
Uploading directives to repulsorlift unit [X=+0.25m.,Y=-0.4m., Z=+0.05m., V=10.67m./second]
Emotive Node: Determination 41.6%; Anxiety 32.2%; Excitement 26.2%.
Uploading diplomatic scripts 2b, 8a to vocabulator data buffer 23E.
Uploading data to vocabulator data buffer 23E.

Not wanting to allow the soldier a clear shot, the diminutive probe droid uses its motion sensors and finely tuned repulsorlift engine to anticipate his movements, attempting to keep directly behind the soldier as he circles about.Statement: I mean you no harm. I wish to discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement. Request: Please be still and remain quiet. Statement: You will discovered that you cannot gain entry to these vehicles to affect your escape. Only my allies have the codes necessary to successfully operate these vehicles. We likewise seek a peaceful and expedient departure from this system. I offer you the opportunity to flee this planet safely. In exchange you will follow my instructions, surrender your light repeating blaster to me now and endeavour to protect my allies until such time as we have all safely left this system at which point I shall return your weapon to you. Inquiry: Are these terms acceptable to you? Request: Please answer softly.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal snorts at the droid's suggestion that he give up his blaster. "Yeah... that's not going to happen. Me and this blaster have been together on more worlds than I care to remember, and I've refused to drop it for far bigger tin cans than you." Tal reaches up with one hand and tilts up the visor on his helmet. "Look, I'll work with you to get outta here. I give you my word. But I'm not about to hand over my blaster. Sounds like we can help each other just fine in that way. If we get attacked by those clones, I'm sure you'll want this blaster firmly in my hands where it can do the most damage, right?"