Dashing towards the main foyer area, Klulvae passes by the frozen captain. Turning his head to the side, he shouts behind him, "Snap out of it captain, we got a hostile somewhere around here!"
Tsussel noticed the trandoshan run in but he was focused on his mission. You don't leave a fellow hunter behind, be them droid or.....well anything. So he ran the gurney towards BC still in shut down mode. Before he started to his work a thought crossed his mind. Do droids dream of electric bantha? A curious thought and at such a random time, but it couldn't be helped. So he pondered this question and completely distracted by it he didn't begin his work as quickly as he should.
Upon hearing the Sith's Comm crackle to life Son moved out of his cover to the nearby corner overlooking the entrance to the room with her body, Getting ready to shoot at anything coming out of that door.
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Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"Sorry Tssuel. Thought you were one of the bad guys. They are still over here!" He says to the jawa, and turns to follow Klulvae behind the trandoshan.
E chu ta, you sun of a bantha! That guy just froze me!Rem yells when he regains control of his body.
Going back up to where he saw the enemy go, Rem clears the hall and not seeing the enemy he readies his blaster. At the first sign of that tardotian, Rem is making him eat plaster shots!
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The crew converges back into the main room. Everyone is on edge, not certain what's about to happen. Suddenly Tsu feels a hand on his head and hears a quick sequence of beeps, every one else sees that suddenly the trandoshan is behind Tsu with his hand on the back of Tsu's head, a clawed finger poised over the wrist computer strapped to his forearm(attack:21) "EVERYYY-BODY RELAXXS, NO ONE MOVVVE AND YOUR ZHJAWA PAL GETSSSH TO LIVVVE!" Immediately weapons go up all around the room. Son and Rem both have their weapons hot and ready to fire.
ooc: The trandoshan is holding the spell, if any one fires he will roll the damage, it won't be pretty...
It's the party's turn, but before that Rem and Son need to decide whether to use their readied actions of firing or not...
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Looking at the scene Rem had only one thing to say:
"my friend, that jawa there cost me some credits but we can grab a jawa at any station from here to Curuscant, but can you avoid two blaster aimed at you, a crazy wookie and two jedi? Please, drop whatever you are doing and we can talk, come to an understanding."
11Deception (I am not intimidating him because I care for Tsu's life, I don't want to put it in danger)
The trandoshan's eyes narrow skeptically. As he listens, a slight look of confusion passes over his face, however he remains poised to activate the device on his wrist. "You sssoft skins have sssomething that belongshh to uss..." he hisses in response.
Klulvae steps forward 5 feet, revealing himself from around the corner. "Listen, Trandoshian. Can I call you, Drazil? I don't really like that guy, but he's a person, just like you are I, so that implies there's value. But, if you kill him, you're a dead man, and I personally have no interest in further bloodshed. So... what is it you think we've taken?"
Words and talking would have been nice. Tsussel would have probably even let it play out just to see how good Rem was at negotiations. Yet the Trandoshan made one tiny mistake. Tsussel hated, nay loathed people touching his head. Very few people were allowed to do that, and this piece of garbage was not one of them. While the Trandoshan was busy talking about something belonging to him, Psh finder's keepers buddy its the law, Tsussel carefully pulled out a vibrodagger that he had tucked away literally for this purpose.
(Sleight of Hand: 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)
The tension in the room is palpable, weapons are drawn and every one is on edge. "The witchhh owesss us another 15 thousand creditsss... It sheemss that you all have killed herrr and have taken our creditsss." the trandoshan hisses.
"Well Tsu, looks like you've stepped in it again." Klulvae feels the point of a blade press into his back, "Shhh shhh shhh, Don't worry Tsu and I go way back" the weequay whispers to the rodian in an overly familiar way that belies the threat that the blade poses. "Unless of course you're immune to Zolall Venom, in which case please don't worry about making a big fuss." he adds in a hushed tone that's barely audible outside of the immediate 15ft vicinity.
Feeling the blade press against his neck did not make Klulvae happy at all. He didn't like being snuck up, and had honed his senses to avoid such incidents. This Weequay was good... really good. "There's an entire galaxy, and we pick the one Jawa who has beef with you all?" Klulvae complains, trying to see any options at his disposal. "What are the odds... And all of this bloodshed is over a couple of credits? That seems shallow, to place so much worth in worldly things." He looks around, counting the number of heads. Wait.... Where's Son?
Tsussel quickly dug the blade deep into the lizards arm breaking his grip on Tsussel's head. "Next time you touch my head this will go right in your eye!" Looking around he saw the Weequay next to the Jedi. "Sandstorms Jedi!!! How could you let that Bantha breeder get the drop on you." Looking now to the Weequay, "Hey there Menuk. What brings you too our small corner of the galaxy?" His tone illistrating a causal acquaintance with this bounty hunter.
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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)
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"Tsu and I have had beef since we met on Abregado-Rae 10 years ago, off and on of course. I suppose Tsu never told you we used to belong to the same subsidiary? ...of course Tsu still does, for now at least. Though I gotta say Tsu, the parent company really hates conflict of interest... Did you hear I got bumped up?" The weequay chuckles. Responding too the Jedi's query about the value of bloodshed, the prune-faced alien continues, "The odds are quite good i'm afraid. Apparently the little union of like minded professionals that our mutual friend belongs to is a recruiting pool for a very similarly named organization, and this organization places quite a high priority on credits. ...and as for bloodshed, well for some of us that's our area of expertise as it were... So the bad news my high-minded bug-eyed friend is that, yes, the organization I represent places a rather high value on worldly things, and sad to say, a much, much lower value on the high-mined ideals that your organization is so well known for."
As Tsu lodges the blade deep in the trandoshan's arm the lizard's claw elicits the final TEEK from the device mounted to his wrist and a purple mist sprays out from a nozzle at the creatures palm. The substance condenses onto the hood of Tsu's cloak, and faint whisps of purple-grey smoke begin to rise from the spot where Zixx's hand was a moment earlier. Unfortunately these subtle details are lost on most of the observer's present, (perception check DC 22 needed to notice the details above) because at the exact same moment that this is occurring the trandoshan roars in pain as it flails about trying to shake free of the vibro-blade lodged in its arm. It's green blood is flowing freely, and as the creature flails, gouts of it's blood are flung all about the surrounding area. "RAAAAARGH, ITSH SSSHTABED ME!!! THE LIIITTLE BEEASSST SSSHTABBED MEEEE!" Zixx's sibilant screams roar out at a rather alarming volume.
"Tsu, Tsu, Tsu, what have you done to our dear friend Zixx?" the weequay tsks. "Bantha Breeder? Really Tsu? Harsh words from someone not so far removed from a scavenger and scrap merchant..." Menuk chides with a calm and ease that verge on unnerving. "As for what brings me here, well that's the business of our parent company Tsu, and a bit above your pay grade. But I'm afraid that since I'm management now little buddy, and you've found your self on the wrong end of this deal; it's time for you to fall in line or step down..." as Menuk is speaking Tsu feels a icy-burning sensation on his head where the trandoshan's hand was. The substance he was threatening Tsu with has burned through the cloak covering Tsu's head and is now in contact with the pale flesh below. (13 necrotic damage) Menuk watches the jawa writhe, "well boys, what's it going to be? you gotta decide if you're gonna hand over the credits and walk away or how many of you are going to follow old Tsu's example and die here today?"
Tsussel writhed in pain on the ground clawing at his hood to get rid of the poison. Some how he was still able to think consciously, poison seriously who does that? Out of all the things he just had too chose poison. Still that wasn't the main concern he had at the moment. Something Menuk had said, bumped up to management. Slowly, ever so slowly the pain begam to numb a bit. Enough for him to think of Odium and Grix, how could they allow such a psychopath to make desicions. Then a more horrifying thought crossed his mind. What had happen to Shiv?
With an unnatural force of will the Jawa stood tall. Although it did not leave a heroic impression. His hood was burnt from the top and everyone could see the pale skull underneath. "I don't know what your talking about, but I know one thing for sure. I am not dead yet." Struggling to keep himself up he looked over at the lizard then back to Menuk, "Besides if you have an issue with your payments maybe you shouldn't get crazy clients!" It took all his effort to shrug, "Besides it's not our fault you came late to the party......as usual."
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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)
Klulvae sighed seeing Tsussel's antics, realizing a fight wasn't going to be avoided. Focusing himself, he moved as quick as his body could, igniting his lighstaber and attacking the wrinkle-face behind him. Both of his attacked missed, however.
The weequay deftly dodges Klulvae's attacks and counters by thrusting with the blade at Klulvae's back (attack:18) Just as the blade is about to pierce the rodian's flesh, Klulvae's fear and anger allow him to hold the blade in place, and as the weequay exerts greater force, The Force allows Klulvae to move the path the blade travels to the side as he steps the other way and pivots to face the weequay.
Across the room both the wookie's bowcaster bolt, and the durros' blaster fire are aimed true. Each of them strikes the trandoshan first the bowcaster bolt slams into the lizard's shoulder, spiting it around, and then Rem's blaster shot finds the trandoshan's waiting face, snapping the creature's reptilian head back before it's frame collapses backward on to the floor.
Dashing towards the main foyer area, Klulvae passes by the frozen captain. Turning his head to the side, he shouts behind him, "Snap out of it captain, we got a hostile somewhere around here!"
[Dash to J15.]
Tsussel noticed the trandoshan run in but he was focused on his mission. You don't leave a fellow hunter behind, be them droid or.....well anything. So he ran the gurney towards BC still in shut down mode. Before he started to his work a thought crossed his mind. Do droids dream of electric bantha? A curious thought and at such a random time, but it couldn't be helped. So he pondered this question and completely distracted by it he didn't begin his work as quickly as he should.
Upon hearing the Sith's Comm crackle to life Son moved out of his cover to the nearby corner overlooking the entrance to the room with her body, Getting ready to shoot at anything coming out of that door.
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)
"Sorry Tssuel. Thought you were one of the bad guys. They are still over here!" He says to the jawa, and turns to follow Klulvae behind the trandoshan.
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E chu ta, you sun of a bantha! That guy just froze me! Rem yells when he regains control of his body.
Going back up to where he saw the enemy go, Rem clears the hall and not seeing the enemy he readies his blaster. At the first sign of that tardotian, Rem is making him eat plaster shots!
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The crew converges back into the main room. Everyone is on edge, not certain what's about to happen. Suddenly Tsu feels a hand on his head and hears a quick sequence of beeps, every one else sees that suddenly the trandoshan is behind Tsu with his hand on the back of Tsu's head, a clawed finger poised over the wrist computer strapped to his forearm(attack:21) "EVERYYY-BODY RELAXXS, NO ONE MOVVVE AND YOUR ZHJAWA PAL GETSSSH TO LIVVVE!" Immediately weapons go up all around the room. Son and Rem both have their weapons hot and ready to fire.
ooc: The trandoshan is holding the spell, if any one fires he will roll the damage, it won't be pretty...
It's the party's turn, but before that Rem and Son need to decide whether to use their readied actions of firing or not...
Looking at the scene Rem had only one thing to say:
"my friend, that jawa there cost me some credits but we can grab a jawa at any station from here to Curuscant, but can you avoid two blaster aimed at you, a crazy wookie and two jedi? Please, drop whatever you are doing and we can talk, come to an understanding."
11 Deception (I am not intimidating him because I care for Tsu's life, I don't want to put it in danger)
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The trandoshan's eyes narrow skeptically. As he listens, a slight look of confusion passes over his face, however he remains poised to activate the device on his wrist. "You sssoft skins have sssomething that belongshh to uss..." he hisses in response.
Klulvae steps forward 5 feet, revealing himself from around the corner. "Listen, Trandoshian. Can I call you, Drazil? I don't really like that guy, but he's a person, just like you are I, so that implies there's value. But, if you kill him, you're a dead man, and I personally have no interest in further bloodshed. So... what is it you think we've taken?"
From his position Ryyhwacca turns the corner and aims to the Trandoshan. Ready to fire.
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Words and talking would have been nice. Tsussel would have probably even let it play out just to see how good Rem was at negotiations. Yet the Trandoshan made one tiny mistake. Tsussel hated, nay loathed people touching his head. Very few people were allowed to do that, and this piece of garbage was not one of them. While the Trandoshan was busy talking about something belonging to him, Psh finder's keepers buddy its the law, Tsussel carefully pulled out a vibrodagger that he had tucked away literally for this purpose.
(Sleight of Hand: 17)
The tension in the room is palpable, weapons are drawn and every one is on edge. "The witchhh owesss us another 15 thousand creditsss... It sheemss that you all have killed herrr and have taken our creditsss." the trandoshan hisses.
"Well Tsu, looks like you've stepped in it again." Klulvae feels the point of a blade press into his back, "Shhh shhh shhh, Don't worry Tsu and I go way back" the weequay whispers to the rodian in an overly familiar way that belies the threat that the blade poses. "Unless of course you're immune to Zolall Venom, in which case please don't worry about making a big fuss." he adds in a hushed tone that's barely audible outside of the immediate 15ft vicinity.
Round 5 has begun and it is the party's turn...
Feeling the blade press against his neck did not make Klulvae happy at all. He didn't like being snuck up, and had honed his senses to avoid such incidents. This Weequay was good... really good. "There's an entire galaxy, and we pick the one Jawa who has beef with you all?" Klulvae complains, trying to see any options at his disposal. "What are the odds... And all of this bloodshed is over a couple of credits? That seems shallow, to place so much worth in worldly things." He looks around, counting the number of heads. Wait.... Where's Son?
Tsussel quickly dug the blade deep into the lizards arm breaking his grip on Tsussel's head. "Next time you touch my head this will go right in your eye!" Looking around he saw the Weequay next to the Jedi. "Sandstorms Jedi!!! How could you let that Bantha breeder get the drop on you." Looking now to the Weequay, "Hey there Menuk. What brings you too our small corner of the galaxy?" His tone illistrating a causal acquaintance with this bounty hunter.
"Tsu and I have had beef since we met on Abregado-Rae 10 years ago, off and on of course. I suppose Tsu never told you we used to belong to the same subsidiary? ...of course Tsu still does, for now at least. Though I gotta say Tsu, the parent company really hates conflict of interest... Did you hear I got bumped up?" The weequay chuckles. Responding too the Jedi's query about the value of bloodshed, the prune-faced alien continues, "The odds are quite good i'm afraid. Apparently the little union of like minded professionals that our mutual friend belongs to is a recruiting pool for a very similarly named organization, and this organization places quite a high priority on credits. ...and as for bloodshed, well for some of us that's our area of expertise as it were... So the bad news my high-minded bug-eyed friend is that, yes, the organization I represent places a rather high value on worldly things, and sad to say, a much, much lower value on the high-mined ideals that your organization is so well known for."
As Tsu lodges the blade deep in the trandoshan's arm the lizard's claw elicits the final TEEK from the device mounted to his wrist and a purple mist sprays out from a nozzle at the creatures palm. The substance condenses onto the hood of Tsu's cloak, and faint whisps of purple-grey smoke begin to rise from the spot where Zixx's hand was a moment earlier. Unfortunately these subtle details are lost on most of the observer's present, (perception check DC 22 needed to notice the details above) because at the exact same moment that this is occurring the trandoshan roars in pain as it flails about trying to shake free of the vibro-blade lodged in its arm. It's green blood is flowing freely, and as the creature flails, gouts of it's blood are flung all about the surrounding area. "RAAAAARGH, ITSH SSSHTABED ME!!! THE LIIITTLE BEEASSST SSSHTABBED MEEEE!" Zixx's sibilant screams roar out at a rather alarming volume.
"Tsu, Tsu, Tsu, what have you done to our dear friend Zixx?" the weequay tsks. "Bantha Breeder? Really Tsu? Harsh words from someone not so far removed from a scavenger and scrap merchant..." Menuk chides with a calm and ease that verge on unnerving. "As for what brings me here, well that's the business of our parent company Tsu, and a bit above your pay grade. But I'm afraid that since I'm management now little buddy, and you've found your self on the wrong end of this deal; it's time for you to fall in line or step down..." as Menuk is speaking Tsu feels a icy-burning sensation on his head where the trandoshan's hand was. The substance he was threatening Tsu with has burned through the cloak covering Tsu's head and is now in contact with the pale flesh below. (13 necrotic damage) Menuk watches the jawa writhe, "well boys, what's it going to be? you gotta decide if you're gonna hand over the credits and walk away or how many of you are going to follow old Tsu's example and die here today?"
Tsussel writhed in pain on the ground clawing at his hood to get rid of the poison. Some how he was still able to think consciously, poison seriously who does that? Out of all the things he just had too chose poison. Still that wasn't the main concern he had at the moment. Something Menuk had said, bumped up to management. Slowly, ever so slowly the pain begam to numb a bit. Enough for him to think of Odium and Grix, how could they allow such a psychopath to make desicions. Then a more horrifying thought crossed his mind. What had happen to Shiv?
With an unnatural force of will the Jawa stood tall. Although it did not leave a heroic impression. His hood was burnt from the top and everyone could see the pale skull underneath. "I don't know what your talking about, but I know one thing for sure. I am not dead yet." Struggling to keep himself up he looked over at the lizard then back to Menuk, "Besides if you have an issue with your payments maybe you shouldn't get crazy clients!" It took all his effort to shrug, "Besides it's not our fault you came late to the party......as usual."
Klulvae sighed seeing Tsussel's antics, realizing a fight wasn't going to be avoided. Focusing himself, he moved as quick as his body could, igniting his lighstaber and attacking the wrinkle-face behind him. Both of his attacked missed, however.
When Tsu stabs the Trandoshan and he is free the wookie fires at him. He was waiting for that opportunity.
[Do I get advantage for beign aiming one turn? Attack: 20
2d attack in case advantage is ok: 4
Damage: 3 ]
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You shouldn't have done that you sun of a bantha!
Rem fires his blaster at the Tardoshian that almost killed Tsu.
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The weequay deftly dodges Klulvae's attacks and counters by thrusting with the blade at Klulvae's back (attack:18) Just as the blade is about to pierce the rodian's flesh, Klulvae's fear and anger allow him to hold the blade in place, and as the weequay exerts greater force, The Force allows Klulvae to move the path the blade travels to the side as he steps the other way and pivots to face the weequay.
Across the room both the wookie's bowcaster bolt, and the durros' blaster fire are aimed true. Each of them strikes the trandoshan first the bowcaster bolt slams into the lizard's shoulder, spiting it around, and then Rem's blaster shot finds the trandoshan's waiting face, snapping the creature's reptilian head back before it's frame collapses backward on to the floor.