Star Wars: Republic and Empire (IC)

[drothgery]

"Well, that was quicker than I'd expected." An imperial officer said as the door slid open to reveal what looked like the oversized main bridges common on Imperial starships, a handful of people, and a great many droids... some of them clearly heavy combat models.

"I always thought the expectations for this project were unrealistic." Someone who looked like a technician was saying, before she truly realized what was happening.

 

[possum]

Rosa makes a motion for her squad to hold their fire, hoping they know that when the order is given to be careful of hitting the viewports. Imperial expectations usually tend to end that way," Rosa cooly says, her eyes scanning the room, going from organic to droid and back again. "I highly advise you all to disable the combat droids and surrender now; no harm will come to you, I swear it."

 

[drothgery]

"It's tempting." The officer said, in the all-too-familiar accents of core worlds high nobility. "To spend the next few years in a nice, safe Republic POW camp far from any contested system until the Empire decides to exchange someone for us, or until someone finally wins this damn war. Unfortunately, we knew there was a good chance this would be a one-way mission before we left Coruscant. And while the Empress and the Grand Admiral don't take heads for surrendering a hopeless position when it's impossible to do anything useful to accomplish the mission objectives, I suspect things would get very unpleasant for my family if I handed this ship over to you without a fight. Nothing to be done about it."

 

[Shayuri]

"You could surrender and then -pretend- to have put up a fight," Zenith suggests brightly...her tone of voice belying the tense readiness of her body and the guarded stance she was in.

"Put down your weapons, disable the droids, and we'll let you make a panicked transmission about being attacked while we shoot weapons and make noise in the background. They'll never know the difference, and you get to live."

 

[possum]

"Your ship's taken a heavy beating. We can even falsify our records to indicate that only about half of you managed to survive. That, or you can do as she says," Rosa indicates Zenith. "Disable the droids, we start shooting, taking out the majority of them. They seem to be the biggest threats on the bridge, don't they Captain."

 

[Friadoc]

During this discourse, Wes narrows his target down to the Captain, watching his actions closely and ready to drop the hammer, so to speak, on the Imperial if he looks to start activating the droids.

OOC

Switching readied action to be specifically on the Captain, if it looks as if he's about to order the droids to attack, then Wes is gonna blast the tool. That's traditional Corellian tactical regs for shooting the officer in charge, really.

Trust me, ask the Great Han Solo, if you could.

 

[drothgery]

"Unfortunately, Imperial Security is a bit too good at their job for me to get away with that. Sorry about that."

OOC: See you Monday night.

 

[Blackrat]

As hard as it is to surprice Storm, the imperials did manage it this time. As Rosa talks to the officer, Storm lowers his blade to point to the deck, but doesn't deactivate it. This will most certainly turn to battle, and he is going to be ready.

 

[Shayuri]

Zenith shrugs. "I'm glad I don't live in the Empire then."

And then she leaps to attack one of the war droids!

(...and of course, I'll have to roll init and attack when I get home today, but I wanted to get things rolling. )

 

[Shalimar]

"Your not what I'd expect of an officer, from either side...you actually have a sense of humor." Istara complements the imp officer. The pilot points her hand at the nearest of the droids and grins sending a shower of lightning from her finger tips at the thing to overload its systems.

(Ionize from KOTOR)