Aevar, spins and moves with lightning speed. Suddenly he is beside the weequay whiping out his stun button and plunging it into the prune-faced alien's midsection. Menuk doubles over but quickly recovers, and immediately counter attacks both Klulvae and Aevar (attack against Klulvae:13 attack against Aevar:15) The rodian jedi is able to dodge the weequay assassin's deadly blow, and The Force was with the miraluka as he quickly summoned up a Force Shield to defend himself from the skillful and deadly onslaught before him. The wee quay's speed, grace, and skill with the short blade are remarkable and sobering to those assembled.
His eyes seem to almost burn with fire as he holds the weequay's blade in place with nothing but the Force. "Wrong move, Wrinkle-face." Dodging Menuk's counter, Klulvae moves to the square 10 feet east of his current position, and counters with his own attack. Both strikes miss, causing him to cry out in rage, almost seething with fury as his eyes continue burn.
Soncursed quietly under his breath when he saw Tsussel get grabbed. He leaned behind his cover and started weighing his options. 'If I take a shot then I run the risk of hurting Tsussel, I could try and sneak around but that presents the same problem. Better let Rem talk this out and just be ready to-' His thoughts are itnerrupted by Kluvae having an exchange with a voice that wasn't part of the crew. It took him a split second to realize that he had Kluvae in some sort of durress.
'This Can't be good. They have no idea how many of them there are.' Son made a step to run in before stopping, glaring down at his blaster then cursing as he turned around head down. 'I can't help them here.' Son thought as he sprinted down the hallway as chaos broke out behind him.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
You guys that like getting close to your targets should learn to move more! Rem says while moving to get a clear shot at Menuk while not getting to much in the path of the other (moves 5ft. west and 15 ft. north) and discharge his blaster at him.
Ryyhwacca unseathes his Ryyk blades once more and join the fight against the Weekay. He tries to catch his attention so the two jedi can flank him, and attack their weak spots in his guard.
Tsu's fingers move like lightning to a hidden activation switch that he personally installed for a fast-boot on his droid buddy. As BC-09 comes on line Tsu rambles off a series of instructions in Jawa at such a pace that none but the droid and other jawas could possibly parse what's being said. "AFFIRMATIVE!" the droid keens in it's harsh grating metallic tones "This unit is the bringer of CARNAGE!" The droid practically screams as it whips the Q4 around and opens fire on the weequay. (attack:16) The heavy bolts of the canon slam into the Menuk's chest. (damage:12 radiant) "DIE!!!" The droid's grating metallic tones shriek at an incredible volume (attack:13) more canon fire slams into the wall behind the weequay.
The weequay spins in a flurry of blades striking first at Ryywhaaca and then Klulvae with an uncanny grace and fluidity. (attack v Ryy:12 attack v Klul:19) The huge rookie manages to get one of his Ryyk blades up just in time to avoid the weequays whirling shortsword. As the flowing flurry of Menuk's short sword slips past Klulvae's defenses, the rodian stretches out instinctively with The Force a mere instant before the blade finds his soft flesh, and suddenly the blade is deflected off of the manifest Force just as though it had been driven into a dura-steel wall. The weequay huffs in frustration and a beat later he flees south down the corridor.
Aver and Ryywhaaca, still having their reactions may make opportunity attacks.
Aevar whirls his stun staff over head and brings it down across Menuk's back as he tries to flee. (damage:7 lighting) Ryywhaaca howls at the weequay and slashes out at him with one of his Ryyk blades as the wee quay starts to run, (attack:10) but misses the incredibly quick assassin.
BC-09 HK-0037 wordlessly dismounts the turret, hefts it up, moves quickly to I8, re-deploys it, and then mounts it, preparing to intercept the fleeing weequay.
Still seething with rage, Klulvae charges towards Menuk, spinning his blade wildly. Leaping into the air, he crashed down against the weequay, striking him down twice as he lets his emotions guide his strokes.
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The wookiee follow the weequay down the corridor. "Come back here!" He screams as he uses his inertia to attack with both of his blades.
1st attack: 18
Damage: 8
2nd attack: 16
Damage: 5
[OOC: Edit: sorry for the banner I added a space after the firs roll "/ " and when I fixed it it came up with banner. ]
The first blade was blocked by the weequay's shortsword, but the strenght of the attack make him lower his arms and guard, so the second blade finds his mark. [Hopefully, if not, just ignore the last sentence :) ]
Aevar rushes forward, attempting to strike with his stun baton once more. However, Ryywhaaca's sudden change in position throws him off and he catches his own leg with the stun baton [Critical Miss, 5 damage to self].
Tsussel quickly grabbed his rilfe and ran to were Ryywacca stood, before he gave chase. Immediately after getting eyes on Menuk, he quickly aimed down the sights and fired. However at the last second a breeze come out of now where and brushed lightly against his still fresh wound. The sensation made Tsussel pull the rifle up as he pulled the trigger causing him to miss.
(Blaster rifle: 9 miss)
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You guys need to train your combat skills more! And you! You sun of a bantha, no one is getting our hard earned credits! And no one threatens two of my crew and live to tell the tale!
Rem aims his blaster at Menuk and without blinking shoots it hitting him square in the face.
Menuk drops heavily to the floor, a smoldering hole blooms just above his right eye. Petals of smoke curl lazily upward as the weequay lies motionless staring up into nothing.
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His rage beginning to subside, a hint of remorse and grief is in his voice. "Dead..." he sighs, shaking his head. "Whatever. Where's Son?" Looking around, it occurred to him that the Kel Dor had been absent the whole battle. Bringing up the comms, he calls in to Son's radio. "Hey! Where you at, mask-face?"
Ooc: Sorry for the Wall of text, translating a pretty lengthy series of DMs between me and Ward(ward and I?), and it turned out to be pretty long because I can’t help myself when it comes to this stuff. There will be a tl;dr at the end for you benefit if you want to summarize. But with out Further Ado, 'Where The **** Son Went.'
Son knew his friends would be able to take on the Weequay and the Trandoshan… Like probably. Eighty perce- er. Seventy percent, no. Sixty-Five Percent sure they could do irt. Right? Er Regardless, Son knew there were three remaining mercenaries. Two were inside the facility and via his stolen commlink he knew the third, named Trask apparently, was aboard their ship. If his friends failed to answer comms he would something was up and bug out.
He knew Tsu would kill him if he let that much free scrap fly away, oh and the Republic would probably want to investigate the ship. And hopefully, have a tidy reward in it for the one that kept it there.
As Son Left the facility he ran out and hid behind some containers sitting on the landing pad. Looking out he sees the Lucky Jaco sitting in the mid-distance. And the Black XS Stock Freighter they had passed on the way in idling on the launch pad.
‘Why Hello There Baby’
Son moved toward the ship staying low to the ground and moving from cover to cover. As he approached he saw that the Boarding ramp was sitting open and he saw movement within. He got close enough to peek into the cargo hold and saw Trask.
Trask was… Unnerving. Not so much because he was a weird 8-foot tall whaleman. But mostly because he was Son had met SEVERAL of whatever of whatever he was before and for whatever reason he couldn't think of what they were called.
Which made him humming some sort of melody to himself and carefully doing some work in a maintenance hatch. Seemingly getting the droid ready to launch as soon as his buddies get back.
‘I feel like I should know what he is. I ran a con with one on Nal-Shaddaa and then there was that Spice-runner on Dantooine…’ Son thought as he drew his blaster and began to board the ship.
Unfortunately he was so focused on Trask he tripped on a loose piece of equipment laying across the ramp, landing flat on his facemask. As Son looked up from prone he sees the hulking figure still diligently working, seemingly completely oblivious to his failure.
‘I really thought that was going to be it for me.’
Son stood back up and crept towards Trask raising his blaster and switching it over to stun. As he did so his elbow bumped into a shelf bolted into the bulkhead, forcing a hydrospanner to roll down the roll off. Son just managed dived down and stopped it before it landed on the ground now only a few feet from the Mercenary.
Now Close enough to land the stun bolt where it would be most effective he leveled the Blaster Pistol put his finger on the trigger, and then-
"Hey! Where you at, mask-face?" Son’s own Comlink crackled to life.
‘Oh Sithspit’
Ooc: At the Request of the current GM I endeavored to describe this as a Comedy of errors.
Son Squeezed off a shot as the Mercenary wheeled around, catching it in a meaty arm instead of the back.
1d20+5 Blaster Shot = (14)+5 = 19
1d8+3 + 1d6 Sneak Attack = (1)+3+(5) = 9
As Trask wheels on him, Son stumbles back squeezing off another shot that hits its shoulder. As the Merc cries in pain he swings treetrunk-like arms at Son hitting the bulkhead as Son dodges back.
1d20+5 Blaster Attack = (18)+5 = 23
1d8+3 Blaster Damage = (3)+3 = 6
Son turns into the ship and fires a few shots that go wild, the Merc following drawing its own blaster and loosing a few shots.
1d20+5 Blaster Attack = (2)+5 = 7
Son Fired a shot into the Alien eliciting a numb roar and a blaster leveled at the Kel Dors head. Only for it to detonate in his hand knocking him to his back.
As it rolled over onto it’s back and looked around the compartment for the intruder. Only to feel a tap on its shoulder, it quickly rolled over to see Son lying on the ground next to him, his head propped on one hand and a blaster all but pressed into his side.
“Was it good for you too?” Son quipped before firing the Stun directly into the Mercenaries torso, causing it to go limp.
1d20+5 Blaster Attack = (10)+5 = 15
1d8+3 Blaster Damage = (8)+3 = 11
Son stood wiping some of the blaster reside and dust off of his outfit before taking out his Comm. But he paused before turning it on and looked down at the Alien, “Herglic! That’s what you are! Gah, thank the Whillls! it would’ve been all day with that.”
Son then picked up the line “Hey Guys-“ stopping now realizing he had never switched the speaker in his mask back from speaking in Ashik’s voice.
Fixing that, “Hey guys, How’s it going?”
Tl;dr
Son Snuck off to stop the enemy ship from leaving, he got on board and faced off with a Whale-man. After a comedy of errors and a Okay coral(or Kelley’s Stand at Glenrowan for you zynx) style shootout ensues ending with Son capturing the baddie and their ship.
While waiting for the Son to respond, Klulvae went out to search the bodies of Menuk and his lizard friend in an attempt to distract himself. He was wracked with guilt for letting his emotions get the better of him, but he couldn't deny the power it granted him. The Dark side had saved his life... but at what cost?
Searching the bodies, the only real things of value he found were a credit stick and some vials of that Zolall poison Menuk had threatened him with. As he handed off the vials and credit stick to Rem-Jas, his come came to life with statis. “Hey guys, How’s it going?” Son asked, mimicking the Sith witch's voice.
"Where in the world are you?!" he asked, annoyed at Son's disappearance. Getting the details from him, he nodded his head. "Alright, we'll meet you up top then, and get off this rock with whatever we can carry." It'd only been three hours, but he found himself quickly beginning to think like them. And with his questionable actions, he wasn't about to bring himself back before the council. Caressing the kyber crystal that hung around his neck, he began to head up top to meet up with Son.
Faliden emerges from behind the blast door followed by a cerean and two humans. He walks toward Rem "Capitan Jas, Administrator Nolga'arat this is. Thank you she wishes to." A tall cerean with a noble bearing steps forward and bows to the duros space jockey. "Capitan, we are forever in your debt. Though we are a hospital and do not have any surplus of credits with which to reward you, we would be pleased to offer you medical assistance. Should you or your crew ever find yourselves in need you will find us ready and willing to render whatever aid is within our means to provide at this facility." she tilts her head deferentially toward Rem, Aevar, and Tsu. At the other end of the room BC-09 HK-0037 is packing up and re-lashing the Q4 cannon to it's back.
Aevar, spins and moves with lightning speed. Suddenly he is beside the weequay whiping out his stun button and plunging it into the prune-faced alien's midsection. Menuk doubles over but quickly recovers, and immediately counter attacks both Klulvae and Aevar (attack against Klulvae:13 attack against Aevar:15) The rodian jedi is able to dodge the weequay assassin's deadly blow, and The Force was with the miraluka as he quickly summoned up a Force Shield to defend himself from the skillful and deadly onslaught before him. The wee quay's speed, grace, and skill with the short blade are remarkable and sobering to those assembled.
It is now round 6 the party's turn...
His eyes seem to almost burn with fire as he holds the weequay's blade in place with nothing but the Force. "Wrong move, Wrinkle-face." Dodging Menuk's counter, Klulvae moves to the square 10 feet east of his current position, and counters with his own attack. Both strikes miss, causing him to cry out in rage, almost seething with fury as his eyes continue burn.
OOC: 9 and 14 to hit.
Meanwhile...
Soncursed quietly under his breath when he saw Tsussel get grabbed. He leaned behind his cover and started weighing his options. 'If I take a shot then I run the risk of hurting Tsussel, I could try and sneak around but that presents the same problem. Better let Rem talk this out and just be ready to-' His thoughts are itnerrupted by Kluvae having an exchange with a voice that wasn't part of the crew. It took him a split second to realize that he had Kluvae in some sort of durress.
'This Can't be good. They have no idea how many of them there are.' Son made a step to run in before stopping, glaring down at his blaster then cursing as he turned around head down. 'I can't help them here.' Son thought as he sprinted down the hallway as chaos broke out behind him.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
You guys that like getting close to your targets should learn to move more! Rem says while moving to get a clear shot at Menuk while not getting to much in the path of the other (moves 5ft. west and 15 ft. north) and discharge his blaster at him.
(15 to hit, 10 radiant damage.)
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Ryyhwacca unseathes his Ryyk blades once more and join the fight against the Weekay. He tries to catch his attention so the two jedi can flank him, and attack their weak spots in his guard.
[1st Attack: 15
Damage: 8
2nd Attack: 23
Damage: 6 ]
PbP Character: A few ;)
Tsu's fingers move like lightning to a hidden activation switch that he personally installed for a fast-boot on his droid buddy. As BC-09 comes on line Tsu rambles off a series of instructions in Jawa at such a pace that none but the droid and other jawas could possibly parse what's being said. "AFFIRMATIVE!" the droid keens in it's harsh grating metallic tones "This unit is the bringer of CARNAGE!" The droid practically screams as it whips the Q4 around and opens fire on the weequay. (attack:16) The heavy bolts of the canon slam into the Menuk's chest. (damage:12 radiant) "DIE!!!" The droid's grating metallic tones shriek at an incredible volume (attack:13) more canon fire slams into the wall behind the weequay.
Aevar strikes the Weequay again [Attack roll 22], but the hit has little weight to it [Damage roll 4].
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The weequay spins in a flurry of blades striking first at Ryywhaaca and then Klulvae with an uncanny grace and fluidity. (attack v Ryy:12 attack v Klul:19) The huge rookie manages to get one of his Ryyk blades up just in time to avoid the weequays whirling shortsword. As the flowing flurry of Menuk's short sword slips past Klulvae's defenses, the rodian stretches out instinctively with The Force a mere instant before the blade finds his soft flesh, and suddenly the blade is deflected off of the manifest Force just as though it had been driven into a dura-steel wall. The weequay huffs in frustration and a beat later he flees south down the corridor.
Aver and Ryywhaaca, still having their reactions may make opportunity attacks.
Aevar whirls his stun staff over head and brings it down across Menuk's back as he tries to flee. (damage:7 lighting) Ryywhaaca howls at the weequay and slashes out at him with one of his Ryyk blades as the wee quay starts to run, (attack:10) but misses the incredibly quick assassin.
It is now round 7.
The party may act.
BC-09 HK-0037 wordlessly dismounts the turret, hefts it up, moves quickly to I8, re-deploys it, and then mounts it, preparing to intercept the fleeing weequay.
Still seething with rage, Klulvae charges towards Menuk, spinning his blade wildly. Leaping into the air, he crashed down against the weequay, striking him down twice as he lets his emotions guide his strokes.
OOC: 21 and 19 to hit, 9 and 4 radiant damage.
The wookiee follow the weequay down the corridor. "Come back here!" He screams as he uses his inertia to attack with both of his blades.
1st attack: 18
Damage: 8
2nd attack: 16
Damage: 5
[OOC: Edit: sorry for the banner I added a space after the firs roll "/ " and when I fixed it it came up with banner. ]
The first blade was blocked by the weequay's shortsword, but the strenght of the attack make him lower his arms and guard, so the second blade finds his mark. [Hopefully, if not, just ignore the last sentence :) ]
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Aevar rushes forward, attempting to strike with his stun baton once more. However, Ryywhaaca's sudden change in position throws him off and he catches his own leg with the stun baton [Critical Miss, 5 damage to self].
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Tsussel quickly grabbed his rilfe and ran to were Ryywacca stood, before he gave chase. Immediately after getting eyes on Menuk, he quickly aimed down the sights and fired. However at the last second a breeze come out of now where and brushed lightly against his still fresh wound. The sensation made Tsussel pull the rifle up as he pulled the trigger causing him to miss.
(Blaster rifle: 9 miss)
You guys need to train your combat skills more! And you! You sun of a bantha, no one is getting our hard earned credits! And no one threatens two of my crew and live to tell the tale!
Rem aims his blaster at Menuk and without blinking shoots it hitting him square in the face.
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Menuk drops heavily to the floor, a smoldering hole blooms just above his right eye. Petals of smoke curl lazily upward as the weequay lies motionless staring up into nothing.
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With a low growl of disgusting, the wookiee leaves the dead weequay and goes to the turbolift.
"I wil stand guard here in case more came. We all are in this level aren't we?" He asks to the rest of the party.
He will wait leaning at the left wall near the turbolift, keeping guard at it and to the left corridor in case more mercenaries decided to show.
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His rage beginning to subside, a hint of remorse and grief is in his voice. "Dead..." he sighs, shaking his head. "Whatever. Where's Son?" Looking around, it occurred to him that the Kel Dor had been absent the whole battle. Bringing up the comms, he calls in to Son's radio. "Hey! Where you at, mask-face?"
There is no Immediate Response on Comms
Ooc: Sorry for the Wall of text, translating a pretty lengthy series of DMs between me and Ward(ward and I?), and it turned out to be pretty long because I can’t help myself when it comes to this stuff. There will be a tl;dr at the end for you benefit if you want to summarize. But with out Further Ado, 'Where The **** Son Went.'
Son knew his friends would be able to take on the Weequay and the Trandoshan… Like probably. Eighty perce- er. Seventy percent, no. Sixty-Five Percent sure they could do irt. Right? Er Regardless, Son knew there were three remaining mercenaries. Two were inside the facility and via his stolen commlink he knew the third, named Trask apparently, was aboard their ship. If his friends failed to answer comms he would something was up and bug out.
He knew Tsu would kill him if he let that much free scrap fly away, oh and the Republic would probably want to investigate the ship. And hopefully, have a tidy reward in it for the one that kept it there.
As Son Left the facility he ran out and hid behind some containers sitting on the landing pad. Looking out he sees the Lucky Jaco sitting in the mid-distance. And the Black XS Stock Freighter they had passed on the way in idling on the launch pad.
‘Why Hello There Baby’
Son moved toward the ship staying low to the ground and moving from cover to cover. As he approached he saw that the Boarding ramp was sitting open and he saw movement within. He got close enough to peek into the cargo hold and saw Trask.
Trask was… Unnerving. Not so much because he was a weird 8-foot tall whaleman. But mostly because he was Son had met SEVERAL of whatever of whatever he was before and for whatever reason he couldn't think of what they were called.
Which made him humming some sort of melody to himself and carefully doing some work in a maintenance hatch. Seemingly getting the droid ready to launch as soon as his buddies get back.
‘I feel like I should know what he is. I ran a con with one on Nal-Shaddaa and then there was that Spice-runner on Dantooine…’ Son thought as he drew his blaster and began to board the ship.
Unfortunately he was so focused on Trask he tripped on a loose piece of equipment laying across the ramp, landing flat on his facemask. As Son looked up from prone he sees the hulking figure still diligently working, seemingly completely oblivious to his failure.
‘I really thought that was going to be it for me.’
Son stood back up and crept towards Trask raising his blaster and switching it over to stun. As he did so his elbow bumped into a shelf bolted into the bulkhead, forcing a hydrospanner to roll down the roll off. Son just managed dived down and stopped it before it landed on the ground now only a few feet from the Mercenary.
Now Close enough to land the stun bolt where it would be most effective he leveled the Blaster Pistol put his finger on the trigger, and then-
"Hey! Where you at, mask-face?" Son’s own Comlink crackled to life.
‘Oh Sithspit’
Ooc: At the Request of the current GM I endeavored to describe this as a Comedy of errors.
Son Squeezed off a shot as the Mercenary wheeled around, catching it in a meaty arm instead of the back.
1d20+5 Blaster Shot = (14)+5 = 19
1d8+3 + 1d6 Sneak Attack = (1)+3+(5) = 9
As Trask wheels on him, Son stumbles back squeezing off another shot that hits its shoulder. As the Merc cries in pain he swings treetrunk-like arms at Son hitting the bulkhead as Son dodges back.
1d20+5 Blaster Attack = (18)+5 = 23
1d8+3 Blaster Damage = (3)+3 = 6
Son turns into the ship and fires a few shots that go wild, the Merc following drawing its own blaster and loosing a few shots.
1d20+5 Blaster Attack = (2)+5 = 7
Son Fired a shot into the Alien eliciting a numb roar and a blaster leveled at the Kel Dors head. Only for it to detonate in his hand knocking him to his back.
As it rolled over onto it’s back and looked around the compartment for the intruder. Only to feel a tap on its shoulder, it quickly rolled over to see Son lying on the ground next to him, his head propped on one hand and a blaster all but pressed into his side.
“Was it good for you too?” Son quipped before firing the Stun directly into the Mercenaries torso, causing it to go limp.
1d20+5 Blaster Attack = (10)+5 = 15
1d8+3 Blaster Damage = (8)+3 = 11
Son stood wiping some of the blaster reside and dust off of his outfit before taking out his Comm. But he paused before turning it on and looked down at the Alien, “Herglic! That’s what you are! Gah, thank the Whillls! it would’ve been all day with that.”
Son then picked up the line “Hey Guys-“ stopping now realizing he had never switched the speaker in his mask back from speaking in Ashik’s voice.
Fixing that, “Hey guys, How’s it going?”
Tl;dr
Son Snuck off to stop the enemy ship from leaving, he got on board and faced off with a Whale-man. After a comedy of errors and a Okay coral(or Kelley’s Stand at Glenrowan for you zynx) style shootout ensues ending with Son capturing the baddie and their ship.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
While waiting for the Son to respond, Klulvae went out to search the bodies of Menuk and his lizard friend in an attempt to distract himself. He was wracked with guilt for letting his emotions get the better of him, but he couldn't deny the power it granted him. The Dark side had saved his life... but at what cost?
Searching the bodies, the only real things of value he found were a credit stick and some vials of that Zolall poison Menuk had threatened him with. As he handed off the vials and credit stick to Rem-Jas, his come came to life with statis. “Hey guys, How’s it going?” Son asked, mimicking the Sith witch's voice.
"Where in the world are you?!" he asked, annoyed at Son's disappearance. Getting the details from him, he nodded his head. "Alright, we'll meet you up top then, and get off this rock with whatever we can carry." It'd only been three hours, but he found himself quickly beginning to think like them. And with his questionable actions, he wasn't about to bring himself back before the council. Caressing the kyber crystal that hung around his neck, he began to head up top to meet up with Son.
Faliden emerges from behind the blast door followed by a cerean and two humans. He walks toward Rem "Capitan Jas, Administrator Nolga'arat this is. Thank you she wishes to." A tall cerean with a noble bearing steps forward and bows to the duros space jockey. "Capitan, we are forever in your debt. Though we are a hospital and do not have any surplus of credits with which to reward you, we would be pleased to offer you medical assistance. Should you or your crew ever find yourselves in need you will find us ready and willing to render whatever aid is within our means to provide at this facility." she tilts her head deferentially toward Rem, Aevar, and Tsu. At the other end of the room BC-09 HK-0037 is packing up and re-lashing the Q4 cannon to it's back.