The Second K'ril Incursion (SW Saga, KotOR era) [IC]

[Shayuri]

"Tomalor will be just fine with Hawke and I," Kacela says serenely. "Theta, go with them, please."

 

[Zurai]

"Hawke, is our ship capable of jamming communications around the station? We should warn them to watch out for possible incoming ships as well."

"Yes, the Korlen Phet is well-equipped. I'll head back and get the systems going, unless someone has a better idea for a flyboy on land?" he says with a grin.

 

[Douane]

Sianni makes a face at Kacela and vows silently for some payback later on when something else catches her attention. With a beaming smile she turns to Hawke.

"Oh yes! You bet I do! You'll probably have never heard of it but it's an ancient custom among Twi'lek warriors to celebrate a battle won with a nice, stress-reducing full body massage. I take it you just volunteered, yes?"

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Tomalor will be just fine with Hawke and I," Kacela says serenely. "Theta, go with them, please."

Theta nods to Kacela before speaking, "No problem. Anybody else need any patching up before I head out with them? Better have a medpac if you need me to treat your injury though." While waiting for any takers, he pulls out and uses his only medpac on himself with the aid of his medical kit. It's tricky trying to reach all the injured places on himself (especially without removing his armor) and he ends up wasting most of the medpac without any visable gain.

OOC: Sorry about my absence over the last week. RL intruded but I'm back now.Treat Injury check (DC 15) (1d20+9+2=14) Forgot to deduct 5 for treating injury on self. Not that it mattered anyway. Failed even before that.
HP: 67/100, Power Pack: 36/50

 

[Zurai]

"Oh yes! You bet I do! You'll probably have never heard of it but it's an ancient custom among Twi'lek warriors to celebrate a battle won with a nice, stress-reducing full body massage. I take it you just volunteered, yes?"

Hawke gives a cocky grin and replies, "Sure, let's head back to the ship."
Maybe I can at least keep her from alienating the VIPs for a short while...

 

[Shayuri]

Kacela gives Hawke a somewhat surprised look, then shrugs it off. Hawke, she felt, knew what he was doing. Or thought he did.

"Tomalor, can you find any more data on those memory cores?"

 

[stonegod]

Tomalor nods and does what he can.

OOC: Use Comp. (1d20 12=19)

 

[drothgery]

"Let me finish patching your friends up, and then we'll get going." Martina said. "And yes, that does include you." She told Sianni.

OOC: first aid checks on herself, Sianni, Tomalor, and Theta all succeed (Kacela was earlier). She's got a rather large stash of medpacs.

Martina 69/89
Sianni 85/85
Tomalor 51/51
Kacela 64/69
Theta 79/100

Tomalor is able to discover the droids were to send a signal once Devan Ijatsi (or another senior Ijatsi executive; apparently there are profiles of several -- and their usual security details -- stored, most of them Ijatsi family members) was captured.

 

[Douane]

Hawke gives a cocky grin and replies, "Sure, let's head back to the ship."

Sianni's smile diminishes only slightly as she quickly glances at Devan Ijatsi and turns back again. "Work before play, I'm afraid. But promised is promised, and I will hold you to this one. Pilots have skillful hands, right?"

"Let me finish patching your friends up, and then we'll get going." Martina said. "And yes, that does include you." She told Sianni.

With an audible sigh Sianni slides the bantha leather vest off her shoulders. And Sianni wouldn't really be Sianni if she didn't start posturing immediately, especially as the only piece of clothing she wears beneath the vest are some dark grey Tromin unigarments.* Having lost any sense of physical modesty long ago she never understood anyway why most males put so much stock in breasts, especially as she has a pair of perfectly fine lekku out in the open all the time.

She fishes a medpac from her belt and sidles closer to Theta. "How is it, soldier? You learn any special tricks for treating a nice, little Twi'lek? Or ..." Whatever she meant to say is lost as Martina Ijatsi - clearly fed up with Sianni's show - grabs her shoulder, swings her around and begins to treat the blaster burn. "Hey, sister, careful with those fingers! Can't you see that I ... Ouch!" Sianni yells as her lekku flail helplessly about. Once Martina has finished the work and drapes the vest back over her body, Sianni glowers darkly at the woman and tosses a few choice insults in Lekku her way.



* As worn by the Gella Twins in TPM. Sianni's version is actually a carefully tailored Twi'lek Anti-stun Mesh. Though she loses the protection it'd normally grant she values the other "advantages" her state of (un-)dress give her.

 

[drothgery]

Once Martina has finished the work and drapes the vest back over her body, Sianni glowers darkly at the woman and tosses a few choice insults in Lekku her way.

Too late she remembered that Martina had spent twenty years as a Republic commando; she undoubtedly knew how to shout insults and curse in a few dozen languages.

"Oh I don't think so." Martina said. "I know my ancestry much better than that."

* * * *

The trip to the security office, at least at first glance, seemed likely to be unproductive. Certainly all the equipment showed blaster or grenade damage, and the viewscreens were blown out.

"If we get anything out of this," Devan said. "It's going to take a while."