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

[shadowbloodmoon]

Yay! The first 'I've got a bad feeling about this!'... Oh, and the Dice Deities love Femi at the moment....

The Imperials turn to follow the drunken Bothan's finger as two other men enter the cantina and then suddenly turn back around and exit. The Imperial officer points and sends two of his troops chasing after them, but orders the rest of you up against the wall with the rest of the patrons. Nuina sticks close to Kesler, as she appears to trust his judgement. As all of you gather, you count a total of six other troops in the room, then the officer. Of course, there is still the two outside.

The officer approaches the gathered sentients.

"Alright, listen up. Do any of you know who Captain Allyn Haebes is? Anybody?" He scans the crowd, most of whom are shaking their heads negatively. "Alright, we'll try this a different way." He signals one of the troops, who disappears for a few moments.

Then you all hear the unmistakeable howl of a Wookiee. The trooper leads it out into the room. Tal and Femi recognize the matted fur of Sieblacca, the Captain's mechanic.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Sensing the situation spiraling completely out of control, Femi strides forward to stand directly in front of the officer. "You are not interested in the whereabouts of Captain Allyn Haebes. You want to let the wookiee go," Femi says quietly so that only the Imperial officer can hear him.

OOC: Affect Mind +7. Multiple rolls if necessary for each of the two statements. Here's to hoping the dice deities still love me...

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Heh, of course it might not be very good judgment to trust the judgment of someone who is willing to risk himself to free a slave he barely knows. You know, I just read that and it sounded allot funnier in my head.

Whatever relief Kesler felt at seeing the newcomers leave is short lived as the troopers bring in a rather disgruntled looking Wookie. Then an oddly familiar looking Cerean steps forward, and starts speaking to the officer while waving his hand like a Jedi or something. The situation is certainly getting stranger and stranger, and it seems things may go out the airlock at any moment, so to speak. "If you see anyone pull a weapon, get down." he says to Nuina.

He decides that now would be a very good time to get a bearing on where everything is, in case violence should occur. He notes any good locations to take cover, and any other exits. He also tries to see what the cantina's own guards have been up to since the Imperials came in, and whether the other slaves are still around.

 

[Bobitron]

What in the known galaxy is he... Tal watches with bewilderment as the situation takes a turn to the phenomenal. This guy has got more going for him than I thought.

For the time being, Tal lingers against the wall.

 

[maddmic]

Bol stumbles over to the wall with the others. He watches as the two who entered the cantina turn and run. He is pleased as he watches two of the troopers follow after them, out of the cantina. 'Now the odds are better should things get ugly.' As the officer speaks though, he realizes that they are not here for him or the doc. He's not too sure of the name as he's more concerned with finding a way out, but he did catch the word "captain". It is then that he sees the wookie.

'No. You're not going to get involved in this. Your hide is safe right now. They're not after you. They're after this Captain guy. Somebody you've never even heard of.' He continues to size up the situation, taking care to count the number of troopers in the cantina. 'Still, captain means ship. Ship means travel. I can get off this cursed planet. Sounds like this wookie might be connected to him some how if these troops are using him as a demonstration. If he does know a pilot, perhaps I can get out of here for free?'

"Oooooooohhhh......A woooooookie. Hey there fella. What's wrong with yer hair? Bad hair day?" He laughs outloud as if he has just told the absolute funniest joke anybody's ever heard, repeating the punchline over and over to people.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

It would seem the dice gods are a fickle bunch....

The Twi'Lek nods at her protector, already starting to look for a place to hide if the blasters come out.

They certainly do. "So, now we think we're a Jedi huh? Arrest him." As the other troops start to move, the Bothan Bol's joke does not go unheard. The Wookiee roars in defiance and sends its handler flying across the room. The officer takes this time to second guess his previous order. "Arrest them all!"

Blasters begin to raise as Imperial troops and the cantina's own people begin to fire at each other. Nuina has already dived under a table and her troupe have joined her. The battle is on!

 

[maddmic]

Bol smiles as the joke seems to have riled up the wookie providing him with a means to possibly escape. His smile quickly turns to a stunned look as things spiral out of control at break-neck speed.

The Bothan springs into action and jumps quickly behind the closest thing resembling cover. He pulls his blaster and levels it at the officer. Squeezing the trigger with ease, he lets an energy bolt fly towards his target.

OOC:
Initiative +3
Tumble +6 (if needed)
Ranged Blastech DL-44 +5 to hit 3d8 damage
Dodge bonus applied to imp officer as well

 

[Dire Lemming]

[sblock='OOC']Damn, that never happened in the movies.

Sorry if Kesler's not much help in this fight but there's not much reason for him to start shooting at imperial soldiers when all he wants to do is get out of the cantina alive, rescue the damsel/s in distress and get off the planet. Also, he's a doctor not a gunslinger (Damn it Jim!)

When I first heard, "Imperial Officer" I thought of one of those guys from the original trilogy, but when I thought about it it didn't really seem to make sense, so what does this officer look like? Is he a clone trooper, just with rank insignia on his armor or what is he?

As usual Italics = Thoughts.[/sblock]

"Ah sith spit-" is all Kesler has time to say as he dives to the floor after Nuina. He takes a moment to do anything else he can imediately think of to increase the effectiveness of their cover (tipping a table or whatever) and then takes a gauge of the situation. He glances at the others of the troupe. "This is what the new empire is like, they take all the trouble to come out to a rock like Tatooine only to capture some small time captain. Nevermind the rampant slavery and countless other problems. Course anything they'd do would probably end up like this has. Still in this case it may actually help. People who are being shot at don't tend to care as much about escaping slaves." He tries to sound confident and unafraid as he speaks, to keep them calm. "Well Nuina, you'll have to introduce your friends once we get out of here. Of course the front door isn't really an option. Is there another way out?" "And where is that damn Bothan, probably dead by now." he thinks grimmly, as he looks around for Bol.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal's indecision is replaced by confident action now that the blasters are blazing. Whipping his weapon up to take aim at a nearby Imperial flunky, he fires off a snap shot.

ooc: Init +7, +6 attack, 3d8 damage

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Seeing his attempt to bring the situation under control fail and the blasters come out, with him standing in the middle of it all, Femi dives for cover under or behind the bar or the nearest table. He then pulls his own blaster and peers out at the fight, taking aim and firing at the nearest Imperial.