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

[shadowbloodmoon]

Bol taks a glance in time to see the doctor and a group of entertainers attempting to remain behind cover as they work their way towards one of the exits. He looks back in time to see the officer say something into a comlink, but he doesn't get to finish the communication, as Bol's blaster drops the man flat on the ground.

Femi's blaster manages to graze a soldier's arm, causing him to spin around and draw a bead on the Cerean. Before he can fire, Tal renders his challenge to the remaining soldiers, who in turn all aim at the ex-Republic soldier. They fire but most of their shots miss the man; only a few strike home to cause him to reel over in pain, but not before his own gun shot through and nearly disintegrated the armor of another soldier, sending the clone to the ground, a smoking heap.

Kesler and his group finally make it to the exit and get out with the rest of the patrons, all of whom have started running for cover.

Tal's eyes glaze, but he is able to force himself to continue fighting, regaining his feet as fast as he can.

Round four, 2 Imps left.

 

[Bobitron]

Stumbling under the strain, Tal plants his feet and grimaces to regain his composure as he fires again. Time to end this, he thinks, his mind screaming obscinities as he sends bolt after bolt at the Imperials.

ooc: Divide up my attacks between the two remaining baddies if possible.

 

[maddmic]

Bol sees the good doctor and shakes his head. 'Ah, good one doc. Save the women.' He smiles as the officer goes down and watches as the human moron calls attention to himself and gets peppered with blaster fire. 'Amazing that he's still up.'

He levels his blaster at one of the two remaining imps and squeezes off another shot. He then begins to make his way for the door, without hiding like the doctor did.

OOC:
Initiative +3
Ranged Blastech DL-44 +5 to hit 3d8 damage
Dodge bonus still applied to imp officer as well

Also, where's the wookie in all of this. He really doesn't want to forget about the big guy.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kesler blinks in the bright light of the twin suns, he'd hoped to find dressing rooms or something through here and clothes for Nuina and the others to make them less conspicuous, looks like he'd relied on luck alone for a bit too long. He never had been very good at quick planning. It was either methodical work or a crazy bantha brained impulses and at the moment he didn't have time to be methodical. He turns to the dancers, "Alright, uh... two of you need to pretend to be injured, just go limp and we'll carry you to my clinic. You can hide out there for a while until I can get us a ship out of here."


Damn, I can't believe what a lame idea I came up with, but I don't have much to work with. :\ Well, plain dumb luck has sufficed so far.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Seeing Tal hit several times, including taking a shot that was meant for him, forces Femi from his hiding place. He sprints across the room sliding to an abrupt stop next to Tal, oblivious to the blaster fire raining down around him. He immediately scans Tal's wounds, trying to assess their severity. He doesn't dare use his abilities here in front of the remaining Imperials and other assorted scum.

OOC: Treat Injury +4 to determine how badly Tal is actually hurt (whether his injuries are life threatening, etc.). Femi is not actually trying to treat his injuries yet, which would interfere with the battle. He is simply assessing them.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

The wookiee went outside with some of the patrons...

The combat is soon over, but the four of you know that it is highly possible that the Imperials will have backup on the way. Between Tal's heavy rifle and the Bothan's heavy blaster, the remaining two Imperial troops never had a chance. They both go down without much of a sound and the smoke from all the fire begins to finally affect your eyes and mouths.

Femi makes it to Tal, any fire intended for him interrupted by the two other shooters. The soldier's left side is charred and Femi can see that there is flash burns on his arms as well. Another shot would likely have dropped him, perhaps for good.

Bol makes it to the outside and sees that the doctor is in the process of leading the dancers back to where his clinic was. Two of them look injured, but you don't remember them being hit in the firefight. Off in the distance, you can see a shuttlecraft fast approaching the city.

 

[maddmic]

Bol watches the doc as he heads off with the girls. Looking back into the cantina, he sees the two men who came in and fended off the imps. Not liking the prospects as he sees a speeder fast approaching, he ruffles his fur. "You two. C'mon. You're in this as much as I am. There's a speeder on its way and I'm guessing it's filled with some not-so-friendly people. Follow me around the corner."

Bol follows after the doc and begins thinking about how to get out of this mess. 'Well that one who is clearly touched in the head seemed to know the wookie. And the imps did mention a captain. Neither of those guys look much like a pilot. Perhaps they know somebody who can get me out of here. Doc's gonna love this.'

OOC:
Going to doc's place to see about getting these guys patched up and what not. Time to make some new friends while torquing off the doc again.

 

[Bobitron]

Tal nods to Femi through his pain. "I'll be okay! Just keet these people outta here!"

The stranger's offer to lead the way is a welcome one. He says nothing, preferring to move with haste, but follows.

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Yay, we're all alive. Now where's Toric?

Kesler quickly hustles all the girls into the clinic and closes and locks the door. He stares at them awkwardly for a moment, realizing that only Nuina probably knows what's going on. "Er, well, is everyone alright? I'm sorry, I guess I should explain what's going on. I'm Kesler Murada, a doctor, and... Well, Nuina is... a friend. So I'm helping her get out of here, I'm going to help the three of you as well. I have some spare cloths in here." he says, showing them a small back room with a bed and some containers of clothes that had served as his bedroom for the past months, "You should probably change into something a little less conspicuous. I have to go out for a while to find a friend of mine. You shouldn't leave or open the door for anyone. Any questions?"

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

OOC: Sorry for the delay...

Femi follows Tal without a word, wanting to get somewhere safe and away from the prying eyes of strangers so he could properly tend to his companion's wound. He sighed tiredly, weary of running and hiding.