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

[Kemrain]

Felia watches the droid take its orders and zip off toward the hole blasted in the hangar. She glances at the neimodian a moment before quietly admitting, "Useful lil' thing..." She hated waiting outside like this, exposed, endangered, but there was little she could do about it at the moment that wouldn't simply put her in more danger. Turning her head to meet Dophina's eyes, she asks, "What was that it mentioned about Jedi? Just what did it tell you?"

OOC: Tac remains as hidden as possible, trying to coax information out of the annoyed near-duros while waiting for 1X to relay the signal. Diplomacy +7, though I doubt there will be time to use it fully.

 

[Ambrus]

Cognitive Processing
Emotive Node: Frustration 46.3%; Resolve 28.3%; Uncertainty 25.4%;
Uploading data to vocabulator data buffer 23E.

DRK-1X continues to keep to the soldier's armored back, out of sight and whispering in its mechanical voice. Statement: Your stated goals are to leave this planet while avoiding violence unless forced to defend yourself. Your only current opportunity to leave this planet is to comply with my request. If however you have developed an emotional dependency to your firearm you may retain possession of it but in exchange I will require you to give me it's power pack, the power pack contained in the blaster pistol located on your left hip and the the four spare power packs located in your munitions belt. If we do in fact come under attack from republic forces, I will return a power pack to you so that you may defend yourself. The remaining power packs will be returned to you upon our safe departure from this system. Inquiry: Are these terms acceptable to you?

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

While the small spy droid and ex-Republic soldier conversed as to how exactly to leave the planet, Felia discussed with Mistress Dofina what the little droid reported to her.

"He is such a useful droid. That little thing has gotten me out of more trouble. Cost me a fortune, but made me more." Dofina looked beaming as she thought about her current financial status. "He said that there was a Jedi hiding in the forest somewhere. I'd just as soon leave it here. If you haven't noticed, I am not exactly on the Jedi's friends list. I'm more concerned about the Sith he mentioned on the other side battling clone troopers. I just hope he can get us in there without them noticing." Then she remembered the clones currently on patrol. "Or the ones in the forest. Perhaps that Jedi will serve a purpose afterall."

 

[Kemrain]

"You're right," Felia starts with a grin, "your droid could luer the jedi and the clones away from the hangar and lead them on a wild bantha chase while we get your ship in order, after it opens it up. Your ship's shields should be enough to keep the clones' fire off of us long enough for it to get back, too. Useful droid indeed!" She grins wider, taking her comlink out of her satchel on her shoulder and slipping it into a pocket. "When it coms back, or we head inside to meet it, you should give it my com channel," she suggests. "I'm running on 207928C. It's not encrypted, but it's better than the nothing we have at the moment," she adds.

She takes a moment to look all around them again, trying to make sure no one is coming up on them stealthily again.
(Listen and Spot both at +0, but persistance pays off.)

 

[Ambrus]

OOC: Might as well get Femi up off his butt and moving while I have the chance. He's got a little ground to cover.

Cognitive Processing
Extend communication antenna.
Uploading data to transmission buffer 17.8-A
Transmitting message (channel #823476A)
Awaiting reply (channel #823476A)

While continuing to listen to the human soldier describe his relationship with his firearm, DRK-1X extends its communications antenna and silently transmits a message along the same frequency it noted the cerean was using to talk to his master during the battle. Report: An unidentified Sith is engaged in battle against a squad of eight republic troopers on the east side of the building. The west facing facade of the building has sustained extensive damage from an unidentified source. Building contents appear undamaged. Allies are located nearby. No apparent hazards lie between your position and the building. Instructions: Advance quickly towards the west facing facade of the building. Exercise stealth and caution in your approach. Please acknowledge.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Dofina looked at Felia before nodding. "Perhaps it was fortuitous afterall that you came here. And I was thinking you just wanted my money. " The sarcasm dripped from the Nemoidian's mouth. "Let's just hope that X can get us in there before the others find their way in.

Quickly, a response comes into X's antenna array. "Are you sure it's safe? I don't think I can handle fighting a Sith. Not alone anyway." Femi's voiced was cracked, realizing that he may never see his master again. X hears a deep sigh and Femi speaks again with renewed fervor. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Femi out."

As the message finishes, X spots a heat bloom coming from the cargo doors and it is growing larger by the moment. Someone is trying to melt their way in!

 

[Ambrus]

Cognitive Processing
Datum: The male cerean Jedi is en route to hangar 17B.
Datum: The unidentified Sith is using his/her lightsaber to gain entry to hangar 17B.
Proposition: The unidentified Sith has defeated the eight republic troopers.
Proposition: A violent altercation is imminent.
Threat index: 83.6%
Emotive Node: Anxiety 38.9%; Uncertainty 24.4%; Resolve 21.6%; Frustration 15.1%.
Uploading data to transmission buffer 17.8-A
Transmitting message (channel #823476A)
Awaiting reply (channel #823476A)

DRK-1X silently transmits a reply to the cerean's message. Correction: The unidentified Sith appears to have defeated the eight republic troopers and is currently attempting to burn through the east facing facade of the building. Proposition: A violent altercation may be imminent. Statement: One non-clone male human ally is on site with me. Defending the contents of this building are essential for our imminent departure from this system. Instruction: Proceed with extreme caution.

Cognitive Processing
Uploading data to vocabulator data buffer 18B
Uploading directives to repulsorlift unit [X=-6.5m.,Y=-12.4m., Z=-0.5m., V=10.67m./second]

Interrupting whatever the armored soldier might be saying, the diminutive probe droid once more speaks in its whisper-soft mechanical voice. Statement: An unidentified Sith has defeated eight republic troopers and is currently attempting to burn through the eastern cargo doors of this building. A violent altercation may be imminent. Your counter-terms are acceptable. We are in agreement. A male cerean Jedi is en route to help reinforce our position. Defending these vessels is essential for our imminent departure from this system. Instruction: Take cover and proceed with extreme caution. The droid then spins in place and zips away from the armored human towards the nearest computer console desk.

OOC: On the map, there seems to be two large computer consoles, one next to each ship. Since I believe DRK-1X and Tal were next to the blue ship, I want to zip over to that console and use it's keypad/computer-hookup to try and slice the hangar's automated security system (Computer Use +14, taking 10 if the DC is lower than 24 or rolling if it's higher). DRK-1X will try using the codes its Mistress sent to her, since she said they would "get us out of here". I'm hoping that DRK-1X's familiarity with Dofina, this hangar's security system and her often used computer passcodes will give DRK-1X a circumstance bonus to bypass any lock-out that may be in place. If possible, DRK-1X will reprogram the hangar's sentry guns to target the Sith (using the holo-image it recorded of the Sith as a visual reference) and to henceforth accept 1X's instructions via comlink. If the security system is damaged and/or inoperative, DRK-1X will instead take cover behind some ductwork along the ceiling above the doors (preferably out of the Sith's reach once he/she enters) and target the Sith's entry point.

 

[Kemrain]

Your sarcasm's dripping, Dofina, Felia thinks to herself. ...Let me get you a mop.
"Your money is the least of my concerns at the moment, chancelor. Getting us both out of here is top priority. Maybe once we're in hyperspace we can resume negotiations," Felia smirks softly, her eyes showing her heart isn't in it.

She listens for a moment, cocking her head to the side, her expression serious once again. "The blaster fire's stoped. The Clones must have beaten your sith droid. Not good," she says, worry in her voice and on her face, having no idea just how wrong she is.

OOC: I'm assuming that the sounds of blaster fire would carry far enough for Tac to hear them, and that if the sith is cutting into the hangar the clones are dead and, thusly, not shooting. I'll edit if these assumptions are off.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Molten ferrasteel dripped to the floor near the cargo entrance as the edge of a blood-red saber blade appeared inside the ruined doors. In moments, the owner of the blade would be through.

Tal ducks behind some cargo crates as the small droid flies quickly to the computer console. As soon as it approaches, the data that was transmitted to him activates and a technical readout of the ship appears on the screen. Apparently it has been fueled recently and its damaged hyperdrive hastily repaired. X soon finds however that this terminal is a closed system. It is directly attached to the ship and does not access the hangar except for maintenance schedules. He seals up the ship and warms up its shields.

Dofina somewhat is taken aback by Felia's comment. She was not used to being harassed for money like this, but at the moment, more important to her was staying alive long enough to horde the money she did have. "My droid is not a... nevermind. You wouldn't understand anyway." Her blue-green face frowned a bit. "X is fully capable of protecting himself. Or at least keeping himself away from harm."

Suddenly the doors to the cargo area burst open causing X to instantly fly towards the other ship. Standing there is hairless grey-skinned female humanoid in dark robes carrying not one, but two red lit lightsabers. From the looks of it, her robes have taken more blaster damage than she did. A menacing glare calls Tal out from hiding. "Stand away from my ship," the creature hisses.

 

[Ambrus]

OOC: Is this a fairly accurate depiction of the double lightsaber wielding Sith?