Star Wars: Republic and Empire (IC)

[drothgery]

OOC: It wasn't an order from the captain (Commander Cyn), it was a request from the fighter wing commander (Lt. Gellian). Rosa outranks him; she can refuse the request, or bump it up to the captain. Though really it's a plot device to get Zenith out of the party since her player dropped.

 

[possum]

OOC: Bah, that's what I meant. Sorry about that.

 

[drothgery]

"Request approved." Commander Cyn says, in response to the question regarding a strike on the Imperial shuttle.

A few minutes later a few shots from the Frigate fell down to the planet, destroying the shuttle and its escorts... and the Imperials patroling around it.

 

[possum]

"Let's move out," Rosa says as the others finish their preparations for what lies ahead.

 

[Shalimar]

"Remind me to never give the wrong coordinates when spotting for orbital bombardment." Istara says lamely, surveying the wreckage. Shuddering at the rapid flash of life ending through the force, Istara acknowledged the Lt. Commander's order and headed into the forest towards the ruins.

Once in the branches she kept her senses open to the force, trusting it to provide her with warnings, but not trusting it enough to turn off her suit's sophisticated helmet package, afterall if you put the credits down for advanced systems, you listen to what they told you.

[Perception +14 with her Superior Helmet Package, Stealth +10]

 

[Friadoc]

"It ain't any better when you call it in on you location purposefully," states Wes plainly before he moves off to take point. The corellian scout keeps his eyes and ears open, making his way quietly through the verdant terrain, with his rifle at the ready.

 

[drothgery]

Heading off in the direction you were pointed at, the small town / spaceport quickly fades into the distance, and soon you're out in the rocky wilderness of Ruusan.

About ten kilometers from the town, what had been uneventful walk turns into something else, as a pair of large, cat-like creatures leap out from behind the rocks at you.

 

[possum]

Rosa leaps in surprise as the felines ambush their position. She hastily draws her blaster pistol and fires a shot at them if they prove hostile.

 

[Shalimar]

"Well, isn't this just a happy occurance." Istara mutters, raising her wrist to point at the cats, she quirks her finger and lets out a spray of fire from the suit mounted pistol.

"Hey Storm, you talk Kitty to them and make them back off."

[OOC: Standard Action to Autofire at the felines, if she has time, ie. not a surprise round, she will use battlestrike on the attack as well and draw her lightsaber.

1d20+2 3d6+8
Battle Strike +1 (+1-3d6) Use the Force +15
Point Blank Shot +1 (+2) ]

 

[Friadoc]

Maintaining sound discipline, Wes turns his blaster rifle towards the cat-like creatures, flicking his weapon to stun and then attempting to determine if they're threatening or not. It's Wes's desire to avoid the tell-tale report of a blaster rifle, however that desire might be a moot point as the group reacts to the sudden appearance of the creatures.