Son had gone from anxious to exasperated in the brief amount of time since his crew landed on Yavin 4. He still wasn’t confident that all of them (Most importantly he himself) would make it off this moon alive. In addition he was trying to do the math of how much longer the ‘goods’ he was transporting that he had hidden in his room would last. He had just decided that the ‘goods’ should be good for delivery as long as this whole thing wasn’t more than a 14 hour detour, when he realized Tsu was telling the Jedi about his failed meet up on Coruscant with Ransom Dawn. Son Started “I- You Little- Fine FINE! We’re just dropping all pretense then!” Son sighed deeply again and rested his forehead in his hand, following behind Rem massaging his temples.
. . .
“Karking- What do you think you’re doing stupa?!” Son snaps pushing Tsu’s blaster down as he steps in front of the jawa, “Guys just let me handle the talking bit. Okay?”
“Hey Sorry about that guy? The Jawa’s just a little-“ Son paused to let the last word hang in the air, “Yeah, no he’s just crazy. Great shot though, that’s why he’s here. Shooting not talking” Son say’s looking back over his shoulder at Tsu.
“But, seriously if you could help us out be telling us anything you know about the Base or the guys who attacked it that would be great. Cause You know what It really isn't fair what happened to you or your crew, And you know what it's a Kriffing disgrace what's happened to you. Cause you were just doing your job, making an honest living doing unappreciated work. And then what happens A bunch of cocky pieces of bantha fodder with blasters show up and blow up your livelihood kill all your co-workers and leave ya for dead." Son says as he helps the man dust himself off while also checking his pockets to see if he has anything valuable on him.
Persuading the poor terrified man = (20)+6 = 26
Robbing the poor terrified man = (9)+5 = 14
"So what do ya say ready to help us get these Sleemo's off this moon?" he says eyes locked with the man and his hand on his shoulder.
Klulvae, despite striving to ever keep his emotions in check, was upset at Tsussel's blatant threat. About to burst and draw his saberstaff on him, Son interceded. Curious, his tension relaxed as he saw him go to help the man, dusting him off. Well! I suppose even smugglers can be good-hear.... The thought quickly faded as he saw Son swipe Corban's credit stick, sticking it into his pocket as he "helped" the poor man. Sighing, he shook his head. You really never can trust a smuggler...
The man got to his feet, thanking Son for the thorough cleaning he did. "So what do ya say ready to help us get these Sleemo's off this moon?" Limping, he responds, "I'm in no fighting condition right now. I also have no way off of this moon now either. Perhaps I can hitch a ride for when the lot of you return, yeah?" Klulvae nods his head, flashing Son a stern look. "Yes! That will be fine. The ride back will be on us, for free, for the information you've given. It should help immensely as we try and subdue these scoundrels." He smacks Son across the head as he goes to really help Corban, escorting him back to the ship. "I'll return in a few minutes, after this man is settled. Perhaps one of you can go scout out a route for us to get to that landing pad? The building has some ledges, but it'll require a lot of jumping and balancing to get over there."
Most of the party jumped to their feet when they hear the wookie voice complaining about beign left behind. The towering ball of black fur, wearing a band of ammunition, some pieces of wookiee armor that should be better strapped, his bowcaster on his back and his twin Ryyk blades always ready to be drawn. The scar that croses his chest, a trio of paralel lines, were partially hidden by his gear. His eyes, normally blue, are injected in red. His fur is not as well taken care as is used to be. It's the first time they see him with a hangover.
When he finally reach the group, he looks to Son talking with a human, then to the rest of the party and then pointed to the burning remmants if the ship.
"What, in the name of the Great Tree, have you done? Why do you destroyed that ship? Where are we? Why don't you called me before starting destroying things?"** [In Shyriiwook only understable by those who understand that language]
(OOC: Sorry I assumed that he was already standing, my B. I also assume he didn't have any more information)
Son tried to duck out of the way of the clap to his head but was a second too late. "Yow! E Chu Ta! What was that For?!?" He said as he turned to look for a good way to get to the landing pad.
Looking for best path (adv. from Aevar's aid) = (5)+4=9, (20)+4 = 24
He turned around when he heard upset growling behind him, too say his wookie crewmate, Ryywhaaca. Albeit a very tired and red eyed one. He punched Tsu lightly in the shoulder, "See I told you he was just hungover and not dead," he walked forward towards Ryywhaaca, "Just goes to show ya, Port in The Storm should never be consumed by any sentient being willingly. And only be given forcefully as a form of cruel and unusual punishmnt."
He grabbed Ryywhaaca by the arm and led him off the path slightly to explain the situation to him...mostly accurately, "So, you see my friend it all staretd along time ago in a galaxy far far away..."
"Ya Ya! You'll get your credits when we get back on the ship!" Saying in good cheer. "Hey Ryywhaaca, just in time! We where worrying you might have ripped off some arms!" Calling out to him as Son and the wookie walked off.
"Well no use standing around. I guess I'll take the Jedi's advice and see what's about." Looking around at the area he put both arms behind his back stretching, "Hmm that Jedi seemed pretty upset about something....maybe he should get himself a cup of caf. Oh well, lets get to scouting. Maybe we can pick up some credits, I mean parts, I mean info!" Grabbing his blaster rifle and continued to scout ahead while Son and Ryywhaaca walked off.
(Investigation[looking for path/parts/credits/terminals] 17)
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Son and Tsussel go to search out a route to approach from the back landing pad, with BC following them for defense. Though, it is also likely they left to go hash out some brooding issues between the two. Glancing out, the duo gulp, as they realize that while Klulvae had unparalleled vision, his sense of safety and planning needed major amounts of improvement. Looking along the side of the medical center, the route begins fairly easy. There are several outcropping, that while not meant for climbing or as any sort of passageway, could work for their purposes with a little bit of finesse and dexterity. There are several windows that can be accessed as well to gain entry into the building from those outcroppings. However, it becomes much more life-threatening (or death-defying and daredevilish depending on the perspective) the further the group would have to go in. Several points require a jump of almost 5 feet in order to land of a narrow ledge. Extreme use of acrobatics would be necessary, with a failure resulting in a plunge into the coastal rocks and ocean nearly 300 feet below. Surely it couldn't be worth it.... could it?
They return to the destroyed medical ship about the same time Klulvae returns from escorting Corban to the ship for safety and rest, bearing the news of their findings. Klulvae looks confused. "Well duh. That's exactly what I saw. What seems to be the big issue here?"
Looking to Son in disbelief he began to speak to Klulvae, "Look we all understand that your.....tutelage, has allowed you to make some pretty stunning feats. One of them being able to jump around on death defying heights. Unfortunately the some of us, them not me, while capable, might not want to risk so much for....so little. Especially if there is another way to go around." With the stock end in the ground, Tsussel leaned on his rifle. "By the way, I noticed you looked a little tense before you took the guy back to the ship. Everything alright? I mean your not afraid of Wookies are you? If you are I mean it's totally justifed. Have you heard what they can do?" Taking a hand to cover his mouth palm facing outward, "They ripe arms off. It's crazy scary but wow does it work!" It is quite clear that Tsussel has no idea that Klulvae was upset with his....tact for asking for things.
"One sec Jedi." cutting him off before he can say anything, "BC tactical analysis of the Passage Way, Front Door, and Landing Bay. Provide input of success based on crew members."
Startled by Ryywhaaca appearance: For pfassk sake Ryywhaaca!I thought we left you at the last outpost! Next time you decide it would be a good idea to sleep during a rescue mission, well, ask me if I don't want to sleep in your place! Hahahahahah Good to have you up and about!
Listening to Son an Tsu's report on the path: Good job chubbas! Never leave a smugglers, I mean transport experts, job for a Jedi to do it! Hahahahaha Well, if we climb we might fall, but if we don't fall we get a jump on them and can make a shorter trip, so I am up for a bit of climbing! Objections? You guys have point!
With that, Rem checks his blaster and starts thinking how much credits they will end up with at the end of this...Well we can divide everything between all participants, but off course there is the ship fund and BC-9 fund, Tsu was talking about flying jets... his line of thought drifts while he waits to start tracking to the Med Center.
Son's Head was resting in his hand again, elbow resting in his other. He was muttering in Kel-Dor which sounded almost like the wind rolling over a grassy knoll and translated roughly to something like, "Mom was right. I should have stayed in school and become a priest like my cousin. At least then if I ever had to deal with a jedi it wouldn't involve breaking into a Republic hospital."
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Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"You wish Rem. You still owe me that 5 credits. I took the whole tonnel of Port in the Storm. " replies the wookiee to Rem after Son had explained him that they are trying to help a medical facility.
He listens to the options of the path to follow and use that time to sniff the jungle and let the wind clear his head.
" Well I could climb that cliff and throw you a synthrope, but I don't think that could save your necks. We all remember that job at Krantor V, don't we?"
Son Popped his head up, "Do we have a rope? I feel like we have rope somewhere. I'd feel alot better about this if we had the wookie go first and tie off something for us to climb."
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"Well Son, your feeling saved our hides many times and almost got us killed many more, so I like your plan! We might have a synthrope back in the ship or the mercenaries might have one in theirs so lets look for it and start the climb before day becomes night!" Said Rem to Son.
"I am checking the Lucky Jako, who will check the mercs ship?" Said that, Rem starts walking to the L.J. slowly so anyone can join him.
"I'll go check the merc ship!" Tsussel said quickly! He grabbed is blaster rifle and before anyone could object he was making his way to the merc ship!
After some time had passes Tsussel had returned. "Found some rope!!!! A whole 50 feet worth and," putting out his foot to show an interesting new boot, "Some sweet new boots!!! I learned the hard way that the little boostets on then will help me jump higher!" He began thinking of all the ways he could use them to his advantage. "Well let's get moving!!!" With that Tsussel took the rope and began making his way to the path. Hoping that everyone else would follow.
The droid looks around it's head pivoting back and forth as it scans the points of entrance and egress from the facility. After a few moments the droid turns back to face Isil and the rest of the party. "Tactical Analysis complete. The most optimal point of entrance will be one of the windows along the outside of the Facility. The use of synth rope increases the odds of success by 37.623%. However with out grappling anchors those odds are reduced by approximately 19.002%. There is a 78.935% chance that at least one of you will not be able to successfully perform the maneuvers required to reach the point of entrance and will fall. The odds of survival for such a fall are approximately 23,897,395,951.874 to 1."
The party makes their way to the edge of the cliff. A coolwind, carrying sweet water, splashed across the party's faces as a wave crashed against the cliff, almost 300 feet below. The cliffside winds blow fiercely, as the party's clothing and hair billows in the wind. The wookie's fur blows freely, like some heroic portrait found in vaunted mansions. Klulvae laughs. "See? Piece of cake. The Force will guide me through this." He sees the party's confused faces, "But uhh..... maybe we should take a window. That seems the best bet."
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"Those odds are enough for me! We have a chance of survival so we go for the windows, Hyywaaca, will throw the rope, Tsu, see if you find something tonuse as a hook." Said that Rem starts looking for a good window for them to enter throw.
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With a low growl the wookiee passes the synthrope around one of his arms and stands at the edge of the cliff. He looks to the next edge and jumps!
[Athletics for climb ( with advantage) 18 or 14 ]
For a sencod it seems that he would fall and wasn't gonna make it, but finally he hangs from the edge of the other ledge, and pushes himself up. Using the holes he can find on the rocks, he continues his climbing towards the window.
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BC-09 HK-0037's arms and head pivot backwards as it reaches into the pack hanging on the back of its chassis and retrieves a section of synth rope. With its head and arms turned completely around the droid expertly works to lash the heavy machine gun to the back of its torso. A few minutes later its task completed, BC's head and limbs pivot back around to their front facing positions. The droid takes several paces backwards and then with surprising speed charges forward in a dead sprint. As it reaches the edge of the cliff the droid catapults itself into the air. (Acrobatics: 12 +bonus from Aevar's guidance) BC-09's frame tucks and flips as it arcs through the salty air, extending itself back out as the first ledge comes up beneath it. It lands in stride and resumes it's mad dash toward the next edge from which it launches itself into the air this time corkscrewing it's body as it flips end over end once before again landing in a dead run. The mad droid continues the performance with the grace of a Twi'lek dancer and the precision of a Gados acrobat, until arriving at the ledge beneath the window that they had planned to enter.
It's a known fact that Jawas are natural mountain climbers, since they have to go anywhere anad everywhere to get parts and scraps. So it was not surprising that Tsussel was eager to climb up the mountain. As the group acceded the mountain the Jawa was full of himself. It was because of this overconfidence that Tsussel missed a foot hold and fell!! quickly he reached out and was able to grab the rope holding on to the tail end! His small body being blown all over as the wind whipped him around. Tsussel was being flung to and fro while trying to hold on for dear life.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Son had gone from anxious to exasperated in the brief amount of time since his crew landed on Yavin 4. He still wasn’t confident that all of them (Most importantly he himself) would make it off this moon alive. In addition he was trying to do the math of how much longer the ‘goods’ he was transporting that he had hidden in his room would last. He had just decided that the ‘goods’ should be good for delivery as long as this whole thing wasn’t more than a 14 hour detour, when he realized Tsu was telling the Jedi about his failed meet up on Coruscant with Ransom Dawn. Son Started “I- You Little- Fine FINE! We’re just dropping all pretense then!” Son sighed deeply again and rested his forehead in his hand, following behind Rem massaging his temples.
. . .
“Karking- What do you think you’re doing stupa?!” Son snaps pushing Tsu’s blaster down as he steps in front of the jawa, “Guys just let me handle the talking bit. Okay?”
“Hey Sorry about that guy? The Jawa’s just a little-“ Son paused to let the last word hang in the air, “Yeah, no he’s just crazy. Great shot though, that’s why he’s here. Shooting not talking” Son say’s looking back over his shoulder at Tsu.
“But, seriously if you could help us out be telling us anything you know about the Base or the guys who attacked it that would be great. Cause You know what It really isn't fair what happened to you or your crew, And you know what it's a Kriffing disgrace what's happened to you. Cause you were just doing your job, making an honest living doing unappreciated work. And then what happens A bunch of cocky pieces of bantha fodder with blasters show up and blow up your livelihood kill all your co-workers and leave ya for dead." Son says as he helps the man dust himself off while also checking his pockets to see if he has anything valuable on him.
Persuading the poor terrified man = (20)+6 = 26
Robbing the poor terrified man = (9)+5 = 14
"So what do ya say ready to help us get these Sleemo's off this moon?" he says eyes locked with the man and his hand on his shoulder.
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)
Klulvae, despite striving to ever keep his emotions in check, was upset at Tsussel's blatant threat. About to burst and draw his saberstaff on him, Son interceded. Curious, his tension relaxed as he saw him go to help the man, dusting him off. Well! I suppose even smugglers can be good-hear.... The thought quickly faded as he saw Son swipe Corban's credit stick, sticking it into his pocket as he "helped" the poor man. Sighing, he shook his head. You really never can trust a smuggler...
The man got to his feet, thanking Son for the thorough cleaning he did. "So what do ya say ready to help us get these Sleemo's off this moon?" Limping, he responds, "I'm in no fighting condition right now. I also have no way off of this moon now either. Perhaps I can hitch a ride for when the lot of you return, yeah?" Klulvae nods his head, flashing Son a stern look. "Yes! That will be fine. The ride back will be on us, for free, for the information you've given. It should help immensely as we try and subdue these scoundrels." He smacks Son across the head as he goes to really help Corban, escorting him back to the ship. "I'll return in a few minutes, after this man is settled. Perhaps one of you can go scout out a route for us to get to that landing pad? The building has some ledges, but it'll require a lot of jumping and balancing to get over there."
"Whorraaahau!!! Grrrmpff Hauwrgh Hauwrgh Aahrrg!"
Most of the party jumped to their feet when they hear the wookie voice complaining about beign left behind. The towering ball of black fur, wearing a band of ammunition, some pieces of wookiee armor that should be better strapped, his bowcaster on his back and his twin Ryyk blades always ready to be drawn. The scar that croses his chest, a trio of paralel lines, were partially hidden by his gear. His eyes, normally blue, are injected in red. His fur is not as well taken care as is used to be. It's the first time they see him with a hangover.
When he finally reach the group, he looks to Son talking with a human, then to the rest of the party and then pointed to the burning remmants if the ship.
"What, in the name of the Great Tree, have you done? Why do you destroyed that ship? Where are we? Why don't you called me before starting destroying things?"** [In Shyriiwook only understable by those who understand that language]
PbP Character: A few ;)
(OOC: Sorry I assumed that he was already standing, my B. I also assume he didn't have any more information)
Son tried to duck out of the way of the clap to his head but was a second too late. "Yow! E Chu Ta! What was that For?!?" He said as he turned to look for a good way to get to the landing pad.
Looking for best path (adv. from Aevar's aid) = (5)+4=9, (20)+4 = 24
He turned around when he heard upset growling behind him, too say his wookie crewmate, Ryywhaaca. Albeit a very tired and red eyed one. He punched Tsu lightly in the shoulder, "See I told you he was just hungover and not dead," he walked forward towards Ryywhaaca, "Just goes to show ya, Port in The Storm should never be consumed by any sentient being willingly. And only be given forcefully as a form of cruel and unusual punishmnt."
He grabbed Ryywhaaca by the arm and led him off the path slightly to explain the situation to him...mostly accurately, "So, you see my friend it all staretd along time ago in a galaxy far far away..."
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)
"Ya Ya! You'll get your credits when we get back on the ship!" Saying in good cheer. "Hey Ryywhaaca, just in time! We where worrying you might have ripped off some arms!" Calling out to him as Son and the wookie walked off.
"Well no use standing around. I guess I'll take the Jedi's advice and see what's about." Looking around at the area he put both arms behind his back stretching, "Hmm that Jedi seemed pretty upset about something....maybe he should get himself a cup of caf. Oh well, lets get to scouting. Maybe we can pick up some credits, I mean parts, I mean info!" Grabbing his blaster rifle and continued to scout ahead while Son and Ryywhaaca walked off.
(Investigation[looking for path/parts/credits/terminals] 17)
Son and Tsussel go to search out a route to approach from the back landing pad, with BC following them for defense. Though, it is also likely they left to go hash out some brooding issues between the two. Glancing out, the duo gulp, as they realize that while Klulvae had unparalleled vision, his sense of safety and planning needed major amounts of improvement. Looking along the side of the medical center, the route begins fairly easy. There are several outcropping, that while not meant for climbing or as any sort of passageway, could work for their purposes with a little bit of finesse and dexterity. There are several windows that can be accessed as well to gain entry into the building from those outcroppings. However, it becomes much more life-threatening (or death-defying and daredevilish depending on the perspective) the further the group would have to go in. Several points require a jump of almost 5 feet in order to land of a narrow ledge. Extreme use of acrobatics would be necessary, with a failure resulting in a plunge into the coastal rocks and ocean nearly 300 feet below. Surely it couldn't be worth it.... could it?
They return to the destroyed medical ship about the same time Klulvae returns from escorting Corban to the ship for safety and rest, bearing the news of their findings. Klulvae looks confused. "Well duh. That's exactly what I saw. What seems to be the big issue here?"
Looking to Son in disbelief he began to speak to Klulvae, "Look we all understand that your.....tutelage, has allowed you to make some pretty stunning feats. One of them being able to jump around on death defying heights. Unfortunately the some of us, them not me, while capable, might not want to risk so much for....so little. Especially if there is another way to go around." With the stock end in the ground, Tsussel leaned on his rifle. "By the way, I noticed you looked a little tense before you took the guy back to the ship. Everything alright? I mean your not afraid of Wookies are you? If you are I mean it's totally justifed. Have you heard what they can do?" Taking a hand to cover his mouth palm facing outward, "They ripe arms off. It's crazy scary but wow does it work!" It is quite clear that Tsussel has no idea that Klulvae was upset with his....tact for asking for things.
"One sec Jedi." cutting him off before he can say anything, "BC tactical analysis of the Passage Way, Front Door, and Landing Bay. Provide input of success based on crew members."
Startled by Ryywhaaca appearance: For pfassk sake Ryywhaaca! I thought we left you at the last outpost! Next time you decide it would be a good idea to sleep during a rescue mission, well, ask me if I don't want to sleep in your place! Hahahahahah Good to have you up and about!
Listening to Son an Tsu's report on the path: Good job chubbas! Never leave a smugglers, I mean transport experts, job for a Jedi to do it! Hahahahaha Well, if we climb we might fall, but if we don't fall we get a jump on them and can make a shorter trip, so I am up for a bit of climbing! Objections? You guys have point!
With that, Rem checks his blaster and starts thinking how much credits they will end up with at the end of this...Well we can divide everything between all participants, but off course there is the ship fund and BC-9 fund, Tsu was talking about flying jets... his line of thought drifts while he waits to start tracking to the Med Center.
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Son's Head was resting in his hand again, elbow resting in his other. He was muttering in Kel-Dor which sounded almost like the wind rolling over a grassy knoll and translated roughly to something like, "Mom was right. I should have stayed in school and become a priest like my cousin. At least then if I ever had to deal with a jedi it wouldn't involve breaking into a Republic hospital."
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 wish Rem. You still owe me that 5 credits. I took the whole tonnel of Port in the Storm. " replies the wookiee to Rem after Son had explained him that they are trying to help a medical facility.
He listens to the options of the path to follow and use that time to sniff the jungle and let the wind clear his head.
" Well I could climb that cliff and throw you a synthrope, but I don't think that could save your necks. We all remember that job at Krantor V, don't we?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Son Popped his head up, "Do we have a rope? I feel like we have rope somewhere. I'd feel alot better about this if we had the wookie go first and tie off something for us to climb."
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)
"Well Son, your feeling saved our hides many times and almost got us killed many more, so I like your plan! We might have a synthrope back in the ship or the mercenaries might have one in theirs so lets look for it and start the climb before day becomes night!" Said Rem to Son.
"I am checking the Lucky Jako, who will check the mercs ship?" Said that, Rem starts walking to the L.J. slowly so anyone can join him.
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"I'll go check the merc ship!" Tsussel said quickly! He grabbed is blaster rifle and before anyone could object he was making his way to the merc ship!
After some time had passes Tsussel had returned. "Found some rope!!!! A whole 50 feet worth and," putting out his foot to show an interesting new boot, "Some sweet new boots!!! I learned the hard way that the little boostets on then will help me jump higher!" He began thinking of all the ways he could use them to his advantage. "Well let's get moving!!!" With that Tsussel took the rope and began making his way to the path. Hoping that everyone else would follow.
The party makes their way to the edge of the cliff. A coolwind, carrying sweet water, splashed across the party's faces as a wave crashed against the cliff, almost 300 feet below. The cliffside winds blow fiercely, as the party's clothing and hair billows in the wind. The wookie's fur blows freely, like some heroic portrait found in vaunted mansions. Klulvae laughs. "See? Piece of cake. The Force will guide me through this." He sees the party's confused faces, "But uhh..... maybe we should take a window. That seems the best bet."
The Wookiee looks down the cliff, the up to the ledges and says.
"I say it again.I could make it but you, even with the synthrope, you are going to break your necks. Let's go the other way."
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Those odds are enough for me! We have a chance of survival so we go for the windows, Hyywaaca, will throw the rope, Tsu, see if you find something tonuse as a hook." Said that Rem starts looking for a good window for them to enter throw.
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With a low growl the wookiee passes the synthrope around one of his arms and stands at the edge of the cliff. He looks to the next edge and jumps!
[Athletics for climb ( with advantage) 18 or 14 ]
For a sencod it seems that he would fall and wasn't gonna make it, but finally he hangs from the edge of the other ledge, and pushes himself up. Using the holes he can find on the rocks, he continues his climbing towards the window.
PbP Character: A few ;)
BC-09 HK-0037's arms and head pivot backwards as it reaches into the pack hanging on the back of its chassis and retrieves a section of synth rope. With its head and arms turned completely around the droid expertly works to lash the heavy machine gun to the back of its torso. A few minutes later its task completed, BC's head and limbs pivot back around to their front facing positions. The droid takes several paces backwards and then with surprising speed charges forward in a dead sprint. As it reaches the edge of the cliff the droid catapults itself into the air. (Acrobatics: 12 +bonus from Aevar's guidance) BC-09's frame tucks and flips as it arcs through the salty air, extending itself back out as the first ledge comes up beneath it. It lands in stride and resumes it's mad dash toward the next edge from which it launches itself into the air this time corkscrewing it's body as it flips end over end once before again landing in a dead run. The mad droid continues the performance with the grace of a Twi'lek dancer and the precision of a Gados acrobat, until arriving at the ledge beneath the window that they had planned to enter.
It's a known fact that Jawas are natural mountain climbers, since they have to go anywhere anad everywhere to get parts and scraps. So it was not surprising that Tsussel was eager to climb up the mountain. As the group acceded the mountain the Jawa was full of himself. It was because of this overconfidence that Tsussel missed a foot hold and fell!! quickly he reached out and was able to grab the rope holding on to the tail end! His small body being blown all over as the wind whipped him around. Tsussel was being flung to and fro while trying to hold on for dear life.