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

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
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Torrba and his guards evntaully aboandon the room and the patrons that had been here earlier have all but gone. Dofina looks at you and shakes her blue-green head. "I don't think that would be wise, X. Those Repub... Imperials know our ship by now and if we take off in it, we'd be shot down. No, I have a better idea. You remember.. No, of course not. Follow me."

She stands and starts walking towards one of the doors. "Oh and X, remind those refugees to keep their heads down, I wouldn't want them dying before I get a chance to use them."
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The room is a mess, burned files and cabinets are strewn everywhere and in some cases, small fires are still burning. Blaster marks score the walls and ceiling. In the skies outside of the window, true to X's words, you can see a pair of Imperial Delta-class shuttles flying towards the area on low approach. You can hear the shouts of some citizens as well.


"It's the Empire."
"What are they doing here?"
"...have no right..."
"Not their place..."
"Here they come!"

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

"Seems like we might have gotten ourselves trapped in here," Femi remarks. "What now?"

He starts looking around the room, searching for any other way out other than the way they just came in. He also looks out the window to see if it is possible to escape the room that way.

 

[Ambrus]

The com-channel that Felia and Tal are listening to goes dead for a few moments before DRK-1X's sexless monotone voice comes through once more. "Request: Please proceed with caution."

Shadow:
[sblock]The black spherical droid dutifully floats after its mistress as instructed. As it advances it begins rotating both horizontally and vertically back and forth to scan the space around them as they progress through the hutt's emptying residence. "Statement: I am quite familiar with this area Mistress. Suggestion: Perhaps if you told me what you were planning I could better aid you."[/sblock]

 

[Kemrain]

Felia assists the Jedi in his search, combing through room for another way out or for incriminating evidence of what transpired in the room. She checks the filing cabinates specifically, for any documents/data storage medium that haven't been destroyed by fire.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal concentrates on security, keeping an eye on the incoming threat and trying to get a good handle on the number and quality of troops pouring in. Torrba is not going to be happy about this, he thinks. This is just the sort of thing we will get blamed for, even though it's not strictly our fault. Opening a com channel, he calls out to DRK-1X.

"Need some information, 1X. We got two Delta-class shuttles inbound. Can you find us a map of this area including the plans for this building? I want to make sure we can make a clean escape before the Imperials head up the stairs, ya know what I mean?"

Once he has the information he needs from his surviellance out the window, he heads back to cover the stairs, aiming his blaster down the stairwell.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
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Mistress Dofina simply continues on her path, every few steps placing her right hand on a portion of the wall. She doesn't say anything in response to your question, but it doesn't seem to be out of ignorance, but more the fact that she is concentrating heavily on something.

You are moving down a narrow hallway that seems to get smaller as you progress. Dofina suddenly stops at the end of it, another 'invisible' door opening ahead of you. "I had this put in when I was working with Dooku. I just hope that... damn."

There, in front of you, your sensors pick up the unmistakeable form of Ventress, her crimson red lightsaber glow outlining the prone body of the Jedi Padawan's master. Your sensors tell you that he is still alive, for the time being. It is then you get a request from Tal.
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Glancing out of the window while trying to remain hidden proves difficult but not impossible. You can see that just below the window is a ledge approximately a meter across that circumferences the building. Below you in the streets, you can already see the citizens scattering to move away from the cantina as far as possible, even the swoop gangs joining in the mass of runners. One of the shuttles has already landed nearby, the second still circling the area.

Felia scans the room, scattering more of the ruined information all over, but finding nothing intact. In fact, it looks as if some of the burns were not from the main fire, but from smaller, more specific flames. Nothing remains that can be identified.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal grunts in satisfaction at finding the ledge. "If we have to, we could leave out the window," he informs the others. "There's a wide ledge that seems to wrap around." Then he moves to cover the stairs until 1X comes back with a response.

 

[Kemrain]

"A ledge?" Felia asks the mercenary, looking up from the destroyed records hopefully. "A wide one? Would we be exposed if we went around? Do you know how far it is until the next window?"
As Tal steps away Felia moves over to the window, checking to confirm what the mercenary saw, and to see if it opens or if they'll need to draw more attention by shooting it out.

If she finds it does open, she'll do so, and brazenly stick her head out far enough to look for other windows and to see how sturdy that ledge might be.

 

[Ambrus]

Shadow:
[sblock]Cognitive Processing
Datum: Mistress Dofina is in proximity to the female human Sith Ventress.
Emotive Node: Anxiety 72.5%; Resolve 27.5%.
Threat Index: 98.2%
Algorithmic Node: Master preservation protocols apply.
Volition Threshold has been reached.
Priority Hierarchy established.
Uploading directives to repulsorlift unit [X=-0.4m.,Y=+1.8m., Z=-0.3m., V=0.33m./second]
Deploy blaster cannon.
Tracking target.
Establishing weapon lock.

As soon as Ventress is revealed, the black military droid traces a quick arc over its Mistress' shoulder and stops in front of her to block the Sith should she approach threateningly. A soft whir and click is emitted from within DRK-1X's chassis as a curved panel on its underbelly pops open to reveal the barrel of a small blaster cannon. The diminutive probe droid then waits for its Mistress' order while it keeps its weapon trained on the armed Sith woman. As it waits, its receiver array picks up Tal's transmission from within the nearby building.[/sblock]

A few more moments of silence slip by before DRK-1X's whisper-soft voice issues from Tal and Felia's comlink earpieces. "Statement: Please be aware that you are transmitting on an unsecured civilian com-channel. Although I do not currently detect any attempts to intercept this transmission it may yet be possible that we are being monitored. Request: Please avoid again using proper names or divulging sensitive or incriminating information while speaking.

Report: According to my information, the target of the incoming forces is the hutt residential complex. It will likely take them some time to breach its defenses and thoroughly search it. There are many establishments in this sector and it is unlikely that the imperial forces will search them all; or at least not very soon. You should remain safe as long as you remain nonthreatening and inconspicuous. If however you wish to leave the area I can knowledgeably guide you."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi looks anxiously from Felia to Tal and back again. The last thing he wants is to be exposed as a Jedi to the Imperial forces. If not killed on sight, he will surely be taken before Palpatine to a much worse fate. He also grieves for Master Xan, who in all likelihood would be found by the Imperials and taken. Waves of nausea roll through him and he stumbles to a corner and retches without producing anything except dry heaves. He then stands up, trying to compose himself.

"I think we should get out of here. I'm willing to chance the exposure on that ledge outside the window. I don't feel like being captured today." He moves to stand near Felia next to the window, ready to go through it at a moments notice.