As soon as the ship is near to the ground, Aevar jumps down. He still holds his stun baton, but no longer with the facade of a white cane. His other hand is kept near to where he keeps his lightsaber hidden. He turns back, grinning at the two who are still waiting for the ship to finish landing.
After the ship has landed, Rem gets up from his sit, gets his blaster on the compartment at his left side and strolls nonchalantly out back, looking at the passengers he is wearing his best smile, hidden behind a huttese cigar and says: Well, we received a distress call from this facility, something to do with energy being dispersed, and since we are mechanics and Republicans we had to touch down to help. It won't take much time, enjoy this time to fill the breeze from this gorgeous planet, but don't go anywhere, we are coming back and leaving.
Leaving the ship and looking to Klulvae, Aevar and BC-9, Rem has no problem letting them go in front of him. And he specially position himself behind BC-9: You guys can be our front-line, Tsu, Son and I will protect your back. By the way BC, we are all marked as crew right? If not, please do! We don't want any confusions made regarding the direction of the blaster shots.
Aevar, BC, and Chekhokuu rush out of the ship, quickly heading to the ship. They climb up over a small ridge and disappear from view of the Lucky Jako.What a grand back-line I have.He chuckles, whispering to Aevar."I sure feel safe and secure with my backs turned to them." The small group is gone for about 10 minutes before the communication systems crackle to life and the cold, mechanized voice of BC comes over the radio. "This unit require assistance in carrying out its secondary mission objectives." One of the remaining crew rushes out to go help, but the effort is unsuccessful.
They return moments later to the Lucky Jacko. Klulvae has a cloak drapped around his left arm, while his right firmly grasps the saberstaff. BC-9 HK-0037, unsurprisingly to some, returns with a dead Trandoshian and a heavy machine gun, the tripod mount still attached to it."The ship is uhh.... empty now. We couldn't anything about your codes and transponders either, Jawa." He tosses 800 credits to the the captain, Rem-Jas. "Here's 800 credits. Take 'em. I like this cloak though." The cloak is a deep purple, going down to the knees on the back and drapping over to cover the chest. Swirling patterns light up along the front, as wires seem to be woven into the fabrics of it. "Any one of you equipped to appraise [Identify or a Mechanics roll] the tech on this? I don't think it's just for looks. Even though it does look dashing..."
Seeing the group approach Rem strikes a pose and say: Good, you came back quickly! We stayed here at comm distance so we could protect our Republic passengers and if needed charge to your support. We could not leave the ship until you could assess the situation. Now that it is definitely assessed we could... please BC, could you put that body somewhere our passengers can't see it? Right, so, we didn't get a ship, but got a stationary gun and 800 credits, that is good.
Taking a look at the cloak Kluvae is holding Rem says: Well Kluvae, this cloak is really interesting indeed, the patterns you see are actually micro-wires that increase the fabrics resistance to direct hits, disperse energy shots to a certain degree and helps with other things and bits. (Mechanics test 1d20+5 = 18, identify it as Cloak of Protection).
Now, with the group reunited, Rem says: Now we go to the med center and see what we can salvag... I mean, who we can save, and I think it will be a good idea to leave the ship closed and give a comm channel to the passengers. Any objections?
Klulvae nods, as if he completely understands what Rem-Jas is saying. "Uhuh... Yeah... Microwires... disperse energy... Sounds cool. And I'll look dashing while wearing it! That's the best part." [INT of 8] He dons the cloak quickly, discarding his red scarf he wore previously. "Glad to hear you're all about the passenger's safety. That's what us Jedi are meant for too. Protecting the innocent. Peace, serenity..." He almost seems bored saying it. "We should definitely go down to where the action is and save some people. That's the right thing to do. We should locate that Ashik woman too. She sounded pretty important."
Kluv, you don't mind I call you Kluv, great! In small words, the cloak makes it harder for enemies to hit you and helps if a grenade explodes next to you. But enough of small talk, lets get this done and finished quick. Wait a second.
Going to the ship, Rem hands to the Twi'lek lady a comm device: Here, you are now our eyes and ears in this ships, we are in channel 354, the ship will be closed for your safety, we don't want bugs getting in here. Great.
Moving again to the group Rem, ready to go on starts: Lets go, BC, Kluv and Aevar have point, the rest of us have your back, and this time we are moving with you.
The droid tosses the corpse up slightly so as to change its grip on the body, moving it's grasp from the lizards collar to it's left elbow. "this organic belonged to the Black Sun faction." The droid announces as it holds up the tattooed left forearm for all to see. "this is the insignia of the black sun." The droid then inspects the Trandoshian body for anything useful, (perception 21) after retrieving no useful items from the corpse he flings it (strength 17) out toward the treeline. "this organic has been eliminated." the droid announces in it's grating metallic tones.
The Trandoshian corpse sails through the trees. The sounds of snapping branches can be heard through the thin cliffside air as the body continues sailing through the sky, it's incredible arc taking it beyond the trees, out over the cliffside, and into the waves far far below.
With one last look at the passengers, mostly the the Twi'lek....only the Twi'lek, Tsussel followed the group staying next to Rem and behind BC. To Rem and Son he quietly said, "I wish I could have her back," cocking his head in her direction, "Have you seen those legs! Ah so long." A short pause before continuing, "Hey Kluv!" calling to the Rodian, "Did you by chance find out if that ship belonged to Republic or something else?" Making sure that his equipment was secure, he grabbed his Blaster Rifle and made sure that it was loaded and the safety was off. Tsussel was ready to roll......both Figurative and Literal.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
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Klulvae nods in agreement. "Echo is right. The ship was owned by the Black Sun, a criminal syndicate. Nothing major, but a serious threat, and fits the description that hospital lady gave." He moves over to the cliffside, peering out at the hospital for a minute before returning. "There seems to be only one entrance, and it's a big one. Looks like it's been blasted down though, probably with some of those grenades we found. The facility is sparse with windows, but the backside seems to have a landing pad that is currently occupied with a medical ship of sorts. Destroyed, obviously. Those seem to be our only two points of entry though."
Listening to Kluvae, Rem raises his hairless eye brow: Did we find grenades? That might come in handy. But, about the entrance; the easier way to enter should be the front entrance, but there might be another stationary gunner at that entrance; the landing pad in the back might be harder to reach but the ship destroyed there could be a way to prevent escapes and for "closing" the back door, since a ship couldn't land there.
With a thinking pose, he continues: I think going through the back door might be better, at least we get some more exercise done. So, back door? Any opposition?
"It's always best to go in through the back door! You know what I mean eh?" Saying that last bit while elbowing Son. Looking to Klulvae and Aevar he said, "Son here was transporting some spices from Nar Shada to Coresaunt as "food supplies." Got through customs and everything no problem. So he makes it all the way to the meet up, a little dinner in the butt crack of Coresaunt. Anyways he gets all the way there and sees there's a Republic Security group at the place. Now a regular smuggler would leave and come back at another time." Shaking a finger out in front of him, " But not our Son, no sir! Instead he goes in through the back door and guess what he sees?" Pause just a moment to build up the suspense. "A dozen Rebublic security guards in the kitchen checking every where for, you guessed it illegal spices!" Tsussel began laughing! "Let me tell you I have never seen a smuggler run so fast in my life hahaha!" Catching his breath he asked Son, "How much did you lose on that particular job?"
As they continued to walk Tsussel had a thought, "Hey we should also try to find a terminal of some sort maybe get a digital layout of the building. Heck maybe we can hack in and and use the security measures to our advantage......or we can just blow holes in everyone carring a blaster."
Klulvae seems surprised. He didn't think they want to risk their lives in that way. "Wow. I guess I should've been more clear on the point of entry from the back. We're going to basically be climbing the hospital in order to get there. It's gonna be a hard trip. But we probably would avoid the smugglers. If things get too difficult, I'm sure we can find a window to climb through." With that said, the band of misfit toys starts out on their trek. Wrapping around the cliffside, the others can see the blaster marks against the boulder, as Klulvae turns into a tour guide. "Here we got pinned down by those lizard-aliens. Transodians, I think. Echo shot him down quickly though." Klulvae feels a sickening in his stomach. "Someone is in trouble." Scanning the area (Perception 25), Klulvae spots a man, trapped under the metal frame broken off from the burnt ship adjacent to him. His voice is faint as he desperately calls for your help.
"Echo! You're the strongest out of us. I'll help you save that man!"
OOC: A new weapons has been homebrewed. I'll edit it into the original post.
Q-4 Rotary Blaster Cannon: The Q-4 Rotary Blaster Cannon is the heaviest of blaster weaponry. The blaster cannon requires a Strength of 16 in order to wield effectively and fires with disadvantage. The user can, as a bonus action, aim with the cannon, negating the disadvantage. The blaster cannon also comes equipped with a tripod. As an action, a person can mount the blaster cannon. This removes the Strength requirement of 16 until the blaster cannon is moved.
Klulvae shakes his head. Droids. No empathy at all."Uhhh... Yes! He does possess tactical information, Echo! He might've seen how many there are of the Black Sun." Klulvae helps Echo remove the metal plate the man is trapped under by cutting it down with his lightsaber, carefully.
The droid puts down the Machine gun and walks over to the trapped man. He reaches down and grabs the metal frame of the starship and lifts it up (Strength: 1st 11 2nd 14 ) The Droid lifts the plating and attached framework allowing the man underneath enough room to make his way out with a little help from Aevar and Klulvae. With the man safely extracted the droid drops the wreckage with a loud KLANG. "We require tactical data from you organic." the droid says coldly as it turns to face the man.
As Klulvae helps the man out from underneath, he asks, "Are you hurt anywhere? What's your name?" The man, a human, identifies himself as Corban. "My leg was badly pinned, but it's mostly just cuts and bruises with fatigue. I don't think I was badly injured Just... tired." He collapses onto the ground, smiling slightly and breathing heavily. "But I'm alive, thanks to you all."
"We require tactical data from you organic." The man can only barely lift his head up, having very little strength remaining. "Uhhh... Tactical data? Like what?" Klulvae quickly cuts in, "Numbers, weaponry. Basically, what happened? All we know is this place came under attack and a woman by the name of Ashik sent out a distress signal." The man nods in understanding. "Ah. Uhh.... I'm a medical pilot, and fly... flew this ship here." He points to the burned remains of the ship next to you all. "They can out of nowhere. Two ships. Probably thirty of fourty mercenaries in total. Ruthless... They acted without mercy. My guess is I'm only alive because this sheet of metal shielded me from their view. I guess she had one last trick in her sleeve to spare my life." He seems to be referring to the ship when he says that last bit. "There were shots exchanged between both groups, and I heard a few explosions. But I was trying to save my own skin, you know? I played dead, instead of trying to see what was going on out there. That's about all I got for you."
"Good Job BC!" Quickly patting the droid on the shoulder, "See," looking to Rem, "Not just a Murder bot." Looking at the man Tsussel points the blaster at him, "So do you have a digital layout of this facility or any type of security codes here, and be quick with your answer! I got an itch on my blaster trigger and I think it needs a scratching!" A look of murder can be seen in his yellow eyes as Tsussel's finger rests on the trigger of his blaster rifle.