IC: Q:TU Mercenaries: Prologue

[ post #1 ]

"A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…”

(Begin the Main Title theme for Star Wars: Episode II: The Attack of the Clones)

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Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

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Last edited by djas_puhr on 13 September 2005 at 01:43 PM

[ post #2 ]

[OOC: I bet I haven't heard that conversation, haven't I?]

Sitting at a table next to the entrence Lyn looks at her empty whiskey glass and she decides to get one more. She stands up and walks towards the bartender.

[Lyn] What about giving me anothor one of ... this?

She places the empty glass at the top of the bar and turns her head around so that she can glimpse at the people sitting in the bar. Not that she was expecting somebody to watch her but to be sure nobody does.

[OOC: Is there anybody looking at me?]

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[ post #3 ]

Most of the cantina's patrons pay no mind to Lyn as she approaches the bar. A few of the patrons in the back look up and see Lyn conversing with the barkeep. The return back to their drinks after getting a good look at her.

[camera shifts to Ach’er]
Across the way, from the back of the bar, Ach’er see a beautiful Twi’lek and gazes for a few seconds. He returns back to his drink as soon as he sees her green eyes. He can tell she’s on edge in the cantina, but not sure why. Ach’er knows that the conversation with his friend over the com-link couldn’t have been overheard, and smiles to himself reassuringly.

The band changes songs in the background and some of the patrons cheering at the game on the holo-vid as the opposing team finally scores.

Ach’er signals a near by waitress for a second glass of his whisky, and ask politely if there is any bantha steaks available to eat. The waitress sadly says that all they have is Ronto steaks. He orders a single steak medium well done.

[camera back to Lyn]
The barkeep returns with a glass full of Corrillian Brandy, and charges it to Lyn’s tab.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

[ post #4 ]

[camera switches to outside the cantina, this will be considered OOC knowledge]

Outside the patrol of the local police continues down the street. Every so often they stop and ask a few citizens if they recognize the picture they are holding. A male Kubaz squawks and points in the general direction of the cantina. The officer thanks the Kubaz and reaches for his com-link.

He speaks into his com-link and gets his reply. He nods his head and turns towards his other officers and tells them to continue on down the street.

[Camera 60 second dissolve to nearest docking bay]

A transport is being fueled and prepped for flight. The first mate of the ship is doing the preflight checks as he walks around the transport.

[Camera turns pans right and looks out the docking bay door to the street]

Troopers from the local police unit start arriving around the star port. They are questioning individuals about the explosions earlier this afternoon. Some are cooperating while others give very short answers regarding what they saw.

[camera fades to black 60 seconds. Camera points to band back at local Cantina]

(The band is now playing something a little more up tempo and familiar to the patrons.)

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 29 July 2005 at 09:19 PM

[ post #5 ]

Lyn takes the glass glass and heads back to her table next to the entrance. One her way back she peers to the patrons cheering at the holo-vid game.
Recalling the conversion of male human sitting only few meter away from her recent position and remembering being short of cash at the moment she steps up to the human.

[Lyn] May I join you?

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Tebbo

[ post #6 ]

Tebbo is sitting at a table with a few other spacers. He is munching on his Nerfburger while listening to a large Zabrak tell of the time his ship got invaded by Boneworms . He gazes off into the distence longing to return to the spacelanes again. Ever since his convoy carrying supplys for the Hoth base was ambushed he has been stuck on this rock of a moon. Then he signals to the waiter and askes for the strongest wiskey he can get and continues listening.


(OCC: Remember that boccelounge is out of town so have him join in later. (like when we get out ship ))

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"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

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Last edited by chiefcaptin on 29 July 2005 at 09:39 PM

[ post #7 ]

Ach'er hears a voice speak to him. He turns and face the voice and looks up. He sees a Twi’lek female asking him if she could join him. Ach’er stands and extends his right hand towards the empty seat.

[Ach’er] Please, sit down. Would you like something to eat?

He signals the waitress once more to come over. The waitress slightly annoyed of having to run around all the time, looks over to the table. She now sees that the man signaling her has a guest so she politely walks over and turns to the female Twi’lek,

[Waitress] Would you like something to eat?

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

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Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

[ post #8 ]

After minits of waiting and listening to a Ithorian complain about his former co-pilot, Tebbo shouts over to the waitress:

"Hey where's my whiskey!"

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"Two Irishmen walk out of a bar. It could happen!"~Walter Cronkite

"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

See my games HERE

[ post #9 ]

The barkeep raises his eyebrow like the Rock, and glares at rowdy patron. He yells something in Dosh to waitress. The waitress begins to spit out what seems to be curses about the barkeeps family and linage and says that she isn't getting paid enough for the harassment she puts up with everyday.

The barkeep keeps speaking in rapid Dosh to the waitress, finally she puts up her hands and grabs a bottle of Corrillian Brandy and walks over to the rowdy patron.

[Waitress in Dosh] Here is your lousy whisky, and it isn’t the worth the money your spending on the bottle.

She walks back to the barkeep and grabs a dish cloth and begins to wipe down some table near the front of the cantina.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 2 August 2005 at 03:34 PM

[ post #10 ]

[Lyn] No thanks I'm fine. Thanks.
[Waitress] Okay... if you need something else just ... wave at me!
While the waitress turns around and heads towards a Rodian, she sitts down and sips at her brandy.
She smiles brief at the human who also takes his seat opposit to her.

[Lyn] I'm not going to waste many words but I heard your com-link conversaton with your friend and I thought that you might need some help with something. [OOC: Referring to the "Bantha poo-doo"]

Turning slightly on her chair towards the entrance and crossing her legs she adds:

[Lyn] For pay, as a matter of course.

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[ post #11 ]

"Gee" Tebbo thinks to himself, "mabey I should file a complaint..."

He gets up and walks over to the Advertising section and looks for a used ship...he notices a nice old YT-1150 but he looks at the price and silently swears to him self in Durese.

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"Two Irishmen walk out of a bar. It could happen!"~Walter Cronkite

"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

See my games HERE

Last edited by chiefcaptin on 30 July 2005 at 12:02 AM

[ post #12 ]

Looking over at the loud Duros he makes a mental note to find out what is making him so upset. As Ach'er take a seat he waits for the waitress to leave to begin to speak.

[Ach'er] You're right I do need help. Let me guess you read lips just as well as you speak.

Ach'er begins to casually look over the Twi'lek. Making mental notes and trying to remember who Mardoc had sent in the past to collect money from him.

[Ach'er] Before you answer, at least tell me your name. My name is Ach'er Svast.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 29 July 2005 at 10:44 PM

[ post #13 ]

[Lyn] Of course. I'm Lyn. Just Lyn.

She watches the loud Duros raise and follows him with her eyes while saying

[Lyn] Here's the deal. You name what's to be done and I'll name the prize.

Taking a long breath before drinking up her brandy.

[Lyn] Would you mind getting me a new one?

Looking at him with a helpless glance.

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└ Potentate of the Rose

[ post #14 ]

Ach'er mulls over the name and puzzels over it for a few minutes. Feeling like he can trust Lyn he waives over the second waitress.

[Waitress 2] Can I help you?

[Ach'er] Another glass for the lady.

The waiters nods and then heads back to the bar. She gets a new glass and fills it with good whisky and brings it over to the table.

[Ach'er] Thanks. Now back to buisness. I have a slight problem that you are only partialy aware of. Mardoc the Hutt is asking me to do some dirty work for him and if I don't Fett could be on my tail. The thing he wants me to do isn't really for the faint of heart, its going to be ugly. That's fair warning.

He leans back in his seat looking around placing faces with a mental picture of the cantina as he sat down about an hour ago.

[Ach'er] You heared about the bombing of the three bulk cargo cruisers this afternoon, right? Well lets just say that they were hauling some really expensive cargo that isn't easily replaced. Namely bacta, about 1 billion liters worth of the stuff. He want to know who set up the trap and who destroyed his cargo ships.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 2 August 2005 at 03:36 PM

[ post #15 ]

Lyn blinks twice. Then slowly turning her head towards the Duros and back to Ach'er.

[Lyn] Well, Mardoc the Hutt...

Looking realy interested

[Lyn] Do you have any idea who could have done this? I'm just trying to figuere out who would blow up 1 billion liters of Bacta. Smells like...

Keeping the rest to herself she turns around now looking at the Duros.

[Lyn] Okay, I'll help you.

And after a short break adding.

[Lyn] And I've got an idea where to start investigations.

[OOC: Tomorrow I'm out of town and that's why there is the possibility that I cannot join tomorrow. But I'll try to get home as soon as possible hope I can make it in time!]

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[ post #16 ]

Frusterated by the high prices on all the decent starships, Tebbo walks back twards his seat at the now abandoned table. (all the other spacers went to watch swoop racing on the holoscreen.) He is extremly worried that he'll never get to fly again if he dosn't find a way to make money fast.

(OOC: Over and out.)

__________________
"Two Irishmen walk out of a bar. It could happen!"~Walter Cronkite

"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

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Last edited by chiefcaptin on 29 July 2005 at 11:30 PM

Custer

[ post #17 ]

Originally posted by chiefcaptin (OCC: Remember that boccelounge is out of town so have him join in later. (like when we get out ship ))

OCC: Out of town, but back online!

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In a smoke-filled corner of the bar, loud shouting is heard, and as other patrons quiet down to listen, the commotion gets louder.

Though the smoke, an enraged Aqualish gambler is screaming at his fellow Sabacc players.

AQUALISH (in broken Huttese): Dust-Rat have cheating cards! CARDS OF CHEAT!!!

Several other gamblers jump up, shouting back in a wild mix of languages, but a single human stays seated, reclining in his chair with dusty boots propped on the table and a weather-beaten hat covering his face. He appears to be asleep.

Flipping the table over in a crash of tiles and credchips, the Aqualish lopes toward the reclined human, and is barely restrained by several of his fellow gamers.

From under the sad old hat, a tanned face half-hidden under a bushy mustache appears.

CUSTER (speaking Basic): Is it my deal?

AQUALISH (still in Huttese): No deal! You cheat me, Dust-Rat! YOURS IS CHEAT!!!

Custer rubs sleep out of his eyes, and gawks at the overturned table.

CUSTER: Now what's all this about? Teethin' pains?

AQUALISH: YYAAARRGGHH! WILL KILL!!!

The Aqualish lunges at at CUSTER, only to stop short when a blaster suddenly appears in his face.

CUSTER: Ain't no call fer rough-housing. This here's a friendly game.

AQUALISH: YOU SLEEP FOR GAME! STEAL CREDS AND SLEEP!

CUSTER: Steal creds? Friend, I seem to remember losing near half my pay to you last night... maybe things are just evening out for me tonight.

Keeping the blaster aimed squarely at the Aqualish's face:

CUSTER: And I got a bad feeling I'm gonna need every deci-cred if I'm gonna get off this ol' moon...

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"Half the fun of God's forgiveness is having reasons to ask for it."

Last edited by boccelounge on 30 July 2005 at 02:47 PM

[ post #18 ]

Tebbo hears a large crash in the corner. He glances over and hears "YYAAARRGGHH! WAHLEN KELLE!!!" (OOC: Tebbo dosn't speak huttese) from an aperently angry aqulish. The dusty human pulls a blaster on the aqulish while Tebbo thinks
Boy am I having a ruff night.

__________________
"Two Irishmen walk out of a bar. It could happen!"~Walter Cronkite

"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

See my games HERE

[ post #19 ]

Sitting in the corner of the cantina Ach’er hears a patron get real loud. He glances in the general direction and looks at the dusty looking Human with a blaster pointed at some Aqualish speaking in horribly broken Huttese. He reaches down and unclips the buckle holding in his blaster pistol, not wanting to be caught in a fight without and protection.

Ach’er turns back towards Lyn and looks her over briefly before turning once again to the loud Aqualish. Something doesn’t feel right to Ach’er, he sees out of the corner of his eye patrons near the entrance to the cantina slowly get up start heading for the door.

[Ach’er to Lyn] Wonder what got the Aqualish riled up so much that he got a blaster drawn on him.

[Camera changes to the front of the cantina. A small squad of police start to pool around the cantina and start talking to the Captain in charge. OOC information below.]

[Police Captain] You confirmed that the subject is in the cantina?

A young sergeant is briskly walking back from the cantina. Seeing the captain he picks up the pace to meet him.

[Sergeant 1] Sir, the Aqualish is in there playing Sabacc with a few of the other patrons.

[Police Captain] Did he see you while you were in there?

[Sergeant 1] No sir.

A com-link starts to chirp from the sergeants utility belt. He reaches for it and begins to speak into it. The conversation only lasts a few moments and then he turns back to the Captain.

[Sergeant 1] Sir, there seems to be some disturbance in the cantina right now.

The police captain reaches for his com-link and speaks into it asking for backup.

[Camera pans back to the entrance of the cantina and moves through the open door and stops at the top of the stairs looking into the bar.]

Ach’er is sitting in the far back left corner of the cantina and continues to look over at the Aqualish. From out of the back room of the cantina two Aqualish thugs, three Advosze, and three Defel race out with weapons drawn. They begin to speak in Aqualish, conversing what to do now. Carrying a mix of heavy blasters and blaster carbines they all seem to be on edge.

[Ach’er] Now things just got interesting. I have a very bad feeling about this.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

[ post #20 ]

And it just got ruffer. thinks Tebbo uncliping his blaster pistol as 8 thugs walk out of the back room all wielding dangeruos looking wepons. He slows down and watchs suspiciusly.

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"Two Irishmen walk out of a bar. It could happen!"~Walter Cronkite

"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

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CUSTER

[ post #21 ]

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The circle of gamblers grows quiet and tense at the sight of the drawn blaster. Hands hover near holsters and hold-outs.

The Aqualish is still fuming, but silent. Custer seems to weigh his options, trying to guess if the walrus-man will fight or back down.

Well, I never shoot first in a cantina...

He decides to try a little diplomacy:

CUSTER: Hey, maybe one more hand will clear things up. You could even deal.

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OCC:
Skill Check: (Diplomacy +5) + (d20 roll 17) = 22 Diplomacy.
Result: Aqualish's attitude shifts from HOSTILE to INDIFFERENT.

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AQUALISH: Yes, OK, game. Now tables will turn, Dust-Rat!

Custer holsters his blaster, then picks up his dark blue-wool jacket, dusting it off and laying it across the back of his chair. He sits, oblivious to the broken table, scattered Sabacc tiles, and mess of credits.

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"Half the fun of God's forgiveness is having reasons to ask for it."

Last edited by boccelounge on 30 July 2005 at 02:41 PM

[ post #22 ]

The Aqualish reaches for a new table to replace the one he destroyed. Fuming a little he grabs a near by chair and sit down upon. He begins to shuffle the cards up and hits the randomizer a few times to show that it is truly random. The Aqualish reaches forth and turns on the interference field and looks at the Dust-Rat.

[Aqualish] Ante now!

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 30 July 2005 at 05:49 PM

CUSTER

[ post #23 ]

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Custer puts up his ante and accepts his tiles from the Aqualish. Looking over his hand, he glances sidelong at the thugs coming out of the back room.

CUSTER: Friends a' yours?

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__________________
"Half the fun of God's forgiveness is having reasons to ask for it."

Last edited by boccelounge on 30 July 2005 at 01:47 PM

[ post #24 ]

The Aqualish male looks at the other people around him and chuckles.

[Aqualish] Yes, business associates of mine. They work for me.

He riffles the deck of card-chips a few times and then proceeds to deal three cards to both players. The ante was 50 credits and tosses his amount into the hand pot. Both knew that this was for real now, cutthroat rules applied.

Custer looks down at the car-chips. The car-chip of Endurance with a negative value of nine. The rank card of Master of Staves, for a positive value of 14. An the six of Flask. He curses silently his had total of positive eleven and pushes into the pot 150 credits. The Aqualish looks at his hand and calls the bet.

[Custer] One card, please.

His tone as dry and dusty as his clothing appears. Tension mounts as the Aqualish slides one card from the top of the deck of seventy-six card-chips. He slides it through the interference field and past the Sabacc Pot and the Hand Pot.

Custer picks up the card and looks at his Demise, for a negative value of ten. His new total was now positive one, a far cry from his previous of plus eleven. Knowing that his chance of winning were slim to none he checked his bet and let the Aqualish lead the beat.

The Aqualish looks at his cards and places one face down upon the table, letting the violet hue reflect off of the table towards his opponent. He slides it face down into the interference field and leaves it on his side of the field. He reaches down and thumbs through his stack of his remaining credit chips and pushes five hundred into the hand pot. Smiles coolly for his race, at Custer. Custer sets his cards face down thinks about this change of events. If he was seeing correctly his opponent tipped him of the card he had, the Idiot. All that the Aqualish now need was a two and a three of any suit to win both the Hand and Sabacc Pots. He could back down now, instead he raises the beat by another five hundred credits.

The Aqualish calls the raise and continues to display his broken smile. He glances back down at his cards and nods his head approvingly and sets them face down in front of him. It was only time before they revealed their cards to one another.

Custer was hopping that his luck wasn’t about to run out now. He was behind in the cards and so far it seemed that he was about to loose. Staring at his cards concentrating, wishing them to change they fail to obey his wish. His shoulders begin to slump down when all of the sudden the cards begin to ripple and take on new numbers and faces. He rubbed his eye with his left hand and stared at the cards hopping that they would help him.

They finally stopped changing and then he began to count his cards. He was holding now the Moderation for a value of negative four, the seven of Staves, the five of Coins, and the Ace of Sabers. Total value was now twenty-three, PURE SABACC. He looked at his opponent whose face was now changing. He looked down at his remaining credits and decided to push all of his credits into the pot. Now was his chance to win, he debated amongst himself whether or not to put all or some of his cards into the interference field to freeze their value. He decided not push any of his cards into the field to tip off his opponent.

The Aqualish now looked around the room nervously. Out of the corner of his eye a Devorian male was scratching his head and then went back to bar for something to drink. He picked up his cards that he placed down in front of himself and saw they had a new value. Hesitant for a second he pushed in the remainder of his chips and then looked at Custer.

Custer now was in a different position, he thought his opponent had an Idiot card in the middle and now had two new cards in his hands. If the Aqualish had a two or a three he lost but with the change in cards who knew what he had. His throat was dry and he glanced down back at his cards telling them not to change. He thought there was a good chance that they would yet he continued to hope they wouldn’t.

[Custer] I call.

The Aqualish turned over the card in the middle and showed the Idiot card for a value of zero. He flipped over his second card and it showed the three of Staves. The last card he turned over slowly was the Misters of Flasks. He busted out.

[Custer] Pure Sabacc. I win the Sabacc Pot as well.

He reaches forth and begins to rake in both pots. The Aqualish is now cursing in broken Huttese. He reaches down to the randomizer and looks at it. He pushed the randomizer so that his accomplice could change the cards whenever he wanted . He rigged the shuffle and his accomplice knew not to change the card values. He pressed the randomizer two quick times, and three long times broken apart by a second. The cards in front of him rippled and changed again and again. He does this three more times with the same result each time.

Custer sees what the Aqualish is doing and knows that in the past people would rig the randomizer so it would change values after a certain series of taps on it.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 2 August 2005 at 03:43 PM

CUSTER

[ post #25 ]

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Maybe it's time to get while the gettin's good...

Custer decides it's time to pull out of this game, before things get hot... hoping they haven't already... He gives the Aqualish a slight, cool smile, then starts collecting his winnings.

CUSTER: Well, friend, if that don't beat all. 'Twas a fine played hand. As it turns out, you were right after all: I am surely whip-tired...

He stands, slowly and carefully (as in "non-threateningly").

CUSTER: I'll be heading out now, but next time I'm round these parts, we'll have to do this again. Give you a chance to return the favor, and clean me out...

Custer starts to head away from the gambling tables, toward a seat closer to the band. Near a wall. Away from the back-room thugs. Maybe close to that nice-looking fellow with the vibro-sword and Twi'lek girlfriend...

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OCC: I fully understand that Aqualish might interrupt Custer at any point...

__________________
"Half the fun of God's forgiveness is having reasons to ask for it."

[ post #26 ]

The Aqualish trying to figure out what happened to the Sabacc deck, takes back all the cards and the randomizer to the backroom to the cantina.

Ach'er looking over at the recently finished Sabacc game and looks over to Lyn.

[Ach'er] That was interesting, what do you think about that?

As he nods his head in the direction of the furious Aqualish.

__________________
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
The Force shall set me free

~The Code of the

View my games HERE

Currently working on - Imperial Sourcebook: Marching Orders

Last edited by djas_puhr on 31 July 2005 at 01:29 PM

HI CUSTER

[ post #27 ]

After watching the sabacc game at the next table over, Tebbo decideds he should make friends with powerful people like the winner. He hustles over to follow custer and tells him:

Tebbo: Hey nice sabbac game, how bout I buy you a drink?

__________________
"Two Irishmen walk out of a bar. It could happen!"~Walter Cronkite

"SURGEON-GENERAL'S WARNING: Under no circumstances should you consume alchohol and play an RPG game using Wizards of the Coast d20 system at the same time. Failure to abide by this warning will most likely result in moderate injuries, property damage, brain damage, hurt feelings, lost dice, mutilated books, and very annoyed GM's."~Smuggler Jedi

See my games HERE

CUSTER

[ post #28 ]

OCC: I respond in the assumption that the Aqualish lets Custer walk away... we can go back if the GM decides otherwise.

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Custer takes a good look at this friendly young Duros, trying to sense any hint of a threat.

Deciding there's none:

CUSTER: How'do? Can't say "no" to a free one. But you gotta let me get the next round. Name's Custer, by the by...

After the drinks are ordered and good seat is found Custer takes a long drink:

CUSTER: Ahh... mama always told me "never pass up free food, free drink, or free love." This'll do.

He gives a broad grin.

CUSTER: So, friend, what finds you on the Smuggler's Moon?

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[ post #29 ]

[OOC: It seams like I haven't made it in time!]

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[ post #30 ]

CUSTER: How'do? Can't say "no" to a free one. But you gotta let me get the next round. Name's Custer, by the by...

TEBBO: I'm Tebbo Kadlo, pleasure to meet you.

CUSTER: Ahh... mama always told me "never pass up free food, free drink, or free love." This'll do. So, friend, what finds you on the Smuggler's Moon?

TEBBO: I used to fly space transports in these parts but I lost my ship recently and have been stuck on this old space rock. What you doing here?

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CUSTER

[ post #31 ]

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TEBBO: I used to fly space transports in these parts but I lost my ship recently and have been stuck on this old space rock. What you doing here?

CUSTER: Oh, well, I used to work the big bulk transports, but, you could, say my ship lost me. Just a mechanic, mind you. I get feeling I'm talking to an actual starpilot here.
Anyway, I found out folks'll pay a sight more for your blaster skills than your technical skills... so I took a few jobs. Work's dried up now, but I'm hoping Nar Shadda's the place my luck turns around...

Thinking about this, he smiles, and pats his breast-pocket, newly full with credits.

CUSTER: So far, so good!

Laying down several creds:

CUSTER: Barkeep, how 'bout a round here, and send one over there for my tusked friend and his associates.

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[ post #32 ]

Tebbo thinks carfully wether or not he can trust this guy. He decideds to keep the ball on his side of the feild and asks:

TEBBO: So your a mechenic eh, I do a bit of that myself. Not many creidts in that job. I've seen a few spaceports that would pay a fourtan to get a decent mechenic in there. I never took the jobs though because i was in a more profitable line of work.

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[ post #33 ]

Turning back to Ach'er and looking quite amused.

[Lyn] It seems that somebody has a hackled up temper. I hope there be no more problem with this guy. But back to our topic... I think that we might need somebody who could help us with the investigation on the spaceport. Therefore I think a pilot wouldn't be that bad. What do you think?

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[ post #34 ]

Ach’er nods his head in agreement with Lyn.

[Ach’er] Yeah, not sure if it was misunderstanding or not but I hope that Aqualish keeps cool. As for the three cruisers, I think sabotage might have caused the explosions. It’s just my theory, not much of a pilot or mechanic though.

Ach’er eyes the door leading to the backroom counting five various alien thugs standing at the door with their weapons holstered. Ach’er not really sure what is going on, but sees the winner of the Sabacc game heading over with a male Duros to a new table.

[Ach’er] Well that is something different. Think that they both are friends?

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[ post #35 ]

[Lyn] Yeah, you're right. You needn't be a pilot or mercenary to figure out that somebody blew up these ships. I think we'll gonna need some assistance of somebody who knows people around the space port, don't you think?

She glaces around to the Duros pilot who now sits with the other human at one of the tables.

[Lyn] I think this one could be a canidate for us. And his friend could be a helping hand, too. But if you have an other idea go ahead.

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[ post #36 ]

[Ach’er] Yeah, looks like the Duros is a pilot of some sort. Think we should ask them if they are interested in some credits.

Ach’er gets out of his seat and begins to walk over to the table with the Human and Duros. He is pondering how he is going to come up with the credits to get off this space rock. Not to mention that he now has to find a way to get about two more people to join this ragtag bunch for some vindictive Hutt who want vengeance for losing about one billion liters of bacta, and whatever else he was carrying in the cargo bays. He knows that Mardoc is worse then Jabba when it came to failure and this was going to be either a real easy mission, or quick one-way ticket to an early grave. Not to mention Mardoc had threatened earlier a bounty on his head if he failed.

[Ach’er] I hope they are in a friendly mood after that win.

Saying it in a semi-joking manner. Now it was going get interesting real quick. He kept wondering if they looked like the sort that needs to get some fast credits and not really worry about the legitimacy of the work. Hoping that he did a good job at judging their character he comes to a stop about a meter away from the table holding the pair. Ach’er turns towards the Human male and begins to phrase his question carefully and speaks in a clear and serious tone.

[Ach’er] Pardon the interruption, but I was wondering if you would be interested in earning some credits. I have a job available, but you have to know that there is no guaranty that you live through it. So interested?

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[ post #37 ]

Tebbo eyes the man suspiciously, pondering the question. After 30 or so seconds he replies.

TEBBO: I might be what kind of job is it, who are you, and whats in it for me?

Says Tebbo scratching his chin. If he had I brows, surely they would be raised.

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[ post #38 ]

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TEBBO: So your a mechenic eh, I do a bit of that myself. Not many creidts in that job. I've seen a few spaceports that would pay a fourtan to get a decent mechenic in there. I never took the jobs though because i was in a more profitable line of work.

CUSTER: Well, I guess you could say I like to tinker. Used to be that working on tech systems was all I cared to do... but then, well, I guess my eyes opened up, and I saw there was a big wide galaxy out there... I aim to see as much of it as a man may.

Unconsciously, Custer rubs the brass buttons on his wool jacket. He smiles warmly at Tebbo, and takes a long pull on his drink.

The smile fades as he sees the rugged vibro-swordsman and his exotic Twi'lek companion approach...

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[ post #39 ]

Originally posted by djas_puhr [Ach’er] Pardon the interruption, but I was wondering if you would be interested in earning some credits. I have a job available, but you have to know that there is no guaranty that you live through it. So do seem interested

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TEBBO: I might be what kind of job is it, who are you, and whats in it for me?

Custer nods in agreement with Tebbo, and asks Ach’er:

CUSTER: Sounds like a fair line of questions. Plenty of ways a man can make money and risk not living through it...

He glances over at the gambling tables, pointedly.

CUSTER: ... what makes your way the best for us, friend?

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[ post #40 ]

Lyn stays on the table and keeps an eye on both, the conversation of Ach'er and the two and on the Aqualish and his companions to be sure that the situation stays untroubled.

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[ post #41 ]

[Ach'er] Are you familiar with the explosion in space earlier this afternoon? The three bulk cargo cruisers that exploded right be fore docking, well my boss doesn’t believe the report that it was an internal explosion that destroyed the vessels.

He pauses a second together his thoughts.

[Ach’er] My boss is Mardoc the Hutt. The cargo vessels were hauling over one billion liters of bacta. So you can imagine why my boss is interested in learning who destroyed his vessels.

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[ post #42 ]

TEBBO: Sounds intresting enough. Now for the other two questions.

Tebbo says, staying incharge of the situation

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[ post #43 ]

[Ach’er] My boss is Mardoc the Hutt. The cargo vessels were hauling over one billion liters of bacta. So you can imagine why my boss is interested in learning who destroyed his vessels.

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CUSTER: A Hutt in the bacta trade, is it? And now you wanta find out who's trying to drive him out of it? You thought of looking for someone who hates war profiteers? ...aw, sorry, I'm just crackin' wise.

He leans in closer to Ach’er

CUSTER: What makes you so sure someone "destroyed" it? The way I hear tell, HoloNews is claiming it were an accident... prolly piloting error, I figure...

He glances at Tebbo and winks.

CUSTER: No offense to present company, of course.

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[ post #44 ]

TEBBO: Things are starting to get interesting...

Tebbo ponders over his options and reluctently says:

TEBBO: Alright I'll help you. I'm Tebbo Kadlo and this is Custer. This may be difficult, the athoritys won't let us in willingly and I don't find the the idea of blasting security gaurds to death a very conviniant way of taking things.

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[ post #45 ]

TEBBO: Alright I'll help you. I'm Tebbo Kadlo and this is Custer. This may be difficult, the athoritys won't let us in willingly and I don't find the the idea of blasting security gaurds to death a very conviniant way of taking things.

Custer decides to stay quiet, and go along with Tebbo for now. He waits to hear what's next.

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[ post #46 ]

An odd site unfolds inside the hanger of the Mos Espa spaceport:

A crowd of various humanoids gathers around a curious spectacle. A dome shaped guard bot frantically hovers inbetween a line of labor droids. A thin instrument pokes and prods the bots, occasionally sparking as its torch lights up.

"What's that guardbot doing?" asks a young mechanic.

"Looks like he's repairing those labor droids, Mic," responds an old human.

"Who would program a security droid to do that?"

"Beats me. I wonder why he won't let us do our work. Uh oh, here comes the boss"

The hanger's foreman approaches the curious on-lookers with an irritated step. He breaks up the crowd, pushing his way to the front. "What's the hold up?! It's not break time." He stops dead in his tracks once he sees the strange guard bot. He studies the droid for
a minute before he grasps the situation. He turns to his assistant, who had been watching for some time, and yells, "You're letting that guard bot work on our droids? What if it's trying to sabotage the spaceport!"

The assistant snaps to attention. "We've tried to stop it, boss. It won't let us get close. We tried to drag it out by force, but it pulled blasters on us. We don't get paid enough to deal with blaster fire, so we let it be. It does good work, sir, it's nearly finished all the day's work."

"Call security. Nobody works in this hanger without my permission."

No sooner had he spoken, when the floating droid stops its work. Its repulsor lift emits a droning hum as it hovers toward the foreman. It stops and floats ominously in front of the humanoids. They all tense, not sure what to expect.

I am LE-Z13 repair droid, my duties are complete. It is 0-400 hours, I have no more quote Time to kill unquote. It is time to find work for credits.

Z13 wanders off to find his contact, leaving the hanger crew wandering what just happened.

The foreman turns to his assistant, " LE-Z13!? Wasn't that our droid that disappeared several years ago?" The foreman is left scratching his head as the scene fades.

Edit:
OOC:sorry about the confusion, I fixed some things up for continuity's sake.

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[ post #47 ]

[Camera shifts back to the cantina]

Ach’er looks over to the Aqualish as a waitress approaches him. He pays no mind and continues his conversation.

[Ach’er] You’re right, blasting our way through the Port Ops isn’t a good thing. However, I do have access to the codes that will access the docking ring. We can look for anything that was left behind or out of place to give us a clue as to who did it.

A loud crash form the back corner is heard. The waitress begins to run away from the Aqualish male as he begins to curse in Huttese and various other languages. He spouting off about how it is an insult to buy him a drink after loosing the Sabacc game since he owns the cantina. He growing furious each moment and looks like a Mustafar ready to blow.

Ach’er quickly glance that way and sees the Aqualish growing irate and yelling orders for something.

[Camera shifts to outside the cantina]

A police sergeant approaches the captain in charge of this operation. He is taken deep breaths as he is winded from running across the street.

[Sergeant 2] Sir, *deep breath* the Aqualish male is in the cantina. *gasps for air* We’re ready to move in.

The police captain looks the sergeant over, about 20 kilos overweight and grossly out of shape. He makes a mental note to fix the physical training regiment or lack there of once he was finished with the nights job. He reaches down for his com-link and barks an order into it.

[Police Sergeant] Stand by to take down Jolix Troet, the Aqualish male wanted for murder and racketeering. I want him alive if possible.

He honestly didn’t care if he was captured dead, but protocol dictated that he said the last line. A rush of activity begins around the cantina. Three small walkers resembling AT-ST approach the cantina. The are smaller then the standard AT-ST, standing only six meters tall. The view port of the walker is dramatically changed and resembles more that of an AT-AT, the single narrow view port. Two of the walkers head towards the main entrance, while one maneuvers to the back entrance to cover it. Twenty troopers wearing Creshaldyne Industries Blast-Dampening Armor and carrying an assortment of BlasTech T-21 Light Repeating Blaster and the BlasTech DLT-20A, approach the front entrance. While ten more run around to the back entrance.

The two sergeants and the captain begin to approach the main entrance and walk calmly in. As the approach the entrance they begin to formulate a plan.

[Camera follows the three officers into the cantina and stop at the top of the stairs]

Three men enter the cantina. Two are wearing light armor while the other is just wearing his uniform of the local police. He quickly glances around the room trying to find Jolix Troet. His eye meets Jolix and he begins to smile as he walks towards Jolix.

Jolix begins to move towards the Dust-Rat when he stops and sees the three officers enter his cantina. He begins to panic and reaches quickly for his com-link. Two of the Defel’s begin to sink back into the shadows and begin to move towards the officers. The Devorian male in the opposite corner is listening to Jolix and the presses a button on top and begins to give orders to the receiving end. The tree Advosze begin to flank Jolix and draw their heavy blasters.

[Okay kiddies, now is your chance to jump in. Everyone make, except LE-Z13, make an initiative check an post it in the OOC thread]

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[ post #48 ]

(OOC: Init=11=8 roll+3 mod; Spot = 15=15 roll)

TEBBO: Holy Nerf Crap this can't be good.

He says as he unhooks his blaster

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CUSTER

[ post #49 ]

OCC: Initiative Check: (Dexterity +4) + (d20 roll 8) = 12 Initiative.

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Responding to Tebbo, looking at the police:

CUSTER: Think they're just big fans of the band?

He stretches his hands, laying them flat at the edge of the table. His legs are tensed, ready to spring up.

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[ post #50 ]

OOC: I was talking about to thugs bocce. They do have their blasters out right djas.

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[ post #51 ]

[OOC: Init: 18(roll) + 3 = 21]

[Lyn thinking] I've got a bad feeling about this!

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[ post #52 ]

(Ach’er rolls a 4. Lyn init 21, Tebbo init 15, Custer init 12, Ach’er init 7)

The tree Advosze begin to flank Jolix and draw their heavy blasters. In the shadows a blur out line shimmers as Tebbo glance that direction. The patrons of the cantina start to flee using the main entrance. They run past the two sergeants and right into the weird looking AT-ST out front.

[Camera follows a corellian smuggler as he leaves the cantina]

A Corellian smuggler looks right at the weird shaped AT-ST and begins to speak

[Corellian Smuggler] Sithspit, it’s the new AT-UT’s. Poo-doo.

One of the AT-UT fires a foam blanket around the escaping patrons. All of the patrons are unable to move in this weird looking foam. Two troopers lob a stun grenade into the middle of the foam pile and it detonates and renders the patrons unconscious.

[Camera change to the inside of the cantina]

A sergeant looks towards the Advosze who are moving to protect Jolix. The sergeant begins to say something.

[Sergeant 1] Sir, loo—

One of the Defel’s slice the sergeants throat with his Vibro dagger. The sergeant reaches for his throat and feels a warm sticky fluid start pouring out of his throat. He looks at his hands trying to figure out why there is this new fluid on them. Blood covers his hands as his eyes grow wide and panic sets in. The other sergeant watches the attack unfold and shoves the captain back towards the door. A blaster bolt streaks out from the corner of the cantina and strikes the second sergeant in the leg. He screams as he falls to the ground.

The stunned captain stagers to his feet as he was pushed towards the door. He reaches for his com-link and blaster and orders the troops to move in, as he stumbles his way out the door.

[Camera shifts to the twenty troops at the main entrance]

A trooper opens the door and tosses in two stun grenades. They land near the antechamber of the cantina and detonate. Five troopers’ rush in and fires upon the crowd with his rifle on stun knocking out twelve people.

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[ post #53 ]

Trough the smoke Lyn sees that a dozen people going down because of their stunning by the charging troopers.
Her decission to crouch under the table seems to be just in time precisly because as the first trooper opts to stunn down the people sitting at the tables he turns around right in Lyn's direction and fires.
The stun ray missed her only by inches and reacting to this she takes matters in her own hands. But thinking about all the trouble it'll cause and the loss of her assignment her decission is a plain sailing.
She starts moving silently toward the back of the cantina thus toward Arch'er.

[OOC: Move Silently check: 6 (roll) + 8 = 14]

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[ post #54 ]

Lyn makes her way back towards Ach'er and the rest of the people he is speaking with.

More troopers begin to fill the cantina targeting any people with blasters drawn.

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[ post #55 ]

Tebbo jumps up and runs over to a nerby table narowly avoiding cross-fire from the police's stun. He knocks over the table and ducks behind it narrowly avoiding a shot.

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CUSTER

[ post #56 ]

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Custer follows Tebbo's lead. He leaps past the stun-blaster flashes toward the upturned table, drawing one of his blasters in the process. As he dives toward his new-found allies, he trains his gun on the shadowy Defel assassin...

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OCC:

Move Action: move toward Tebbo's knocked-over table

Move Action: draw blaster

Opposed Skill Check (to spot the hidden Defel that sliced the police sergeant):
Spot Check: (Spot +8) + (d20 roll 17) = 25 Spot.

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[ post #57 ]

Custer has a bead on the Defel that sliced the sergeants throat. He levels his blaster aiming dead on at the Defel.

Ach’er see Tebbo knock over the table and take position behind it. He sprints over to their position as well and dives head first towards the overturned table doing a one half twist in air sliding on his back to a stop. He reaches down and removes his heavy blaster and checks the charge pack, a full clip and a spare one in his utility belt. Looking around the room he sees a police sergeant lying on the floor dead. Four troopers entering in a tactical cover formation targeting anything that moves with their rifles.

The only way out that Ach’er can see is behind the four troopers but that is being filled with another four troopers. He glances quickly towards the Aqualish male and sees him heading into a different room. The door opens for the Aqualish male and five more thugs come charging out of the room. Jolix moves through the door and closes it behind himself.

[Ach’er] Sithspit, this is going to as fun as playing with a rancor...

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[ post #58 ]

The cantina resembles most modern cantinas throughout the galaxy. The entrance is a single sliding door moving right to left. The first room is about ten meters diameter. There is a walkway leading to the left, it measures two meters across. It leads into a three meter by six meters room that continues right measuring making the second part of the room six meters by three meters. There are four steps leading down from the entranceway; a droid detector is place against the wall leading down the stairs.

The main part of the cantina is twenty-one meters long by twelve meters wide. On both side of cantina are three recessed booths with a radius of three meters. Two one-meter diameter tables are in each of the recessed booths with four chairs around them. There is a long bar in the middle of the back wall jetting out twelve meters. Its width is only four meters and the height of the bar is typical with modern bars, about one and a half meters high. Numerous chairs line the length of the bar.

The floor in front of the bar has six small round tables. They measure about one meter diameter; four chairs are place around each table. Two more one meter square tables are place along the sides of the cantina with only two chairs around them.

Looking from the main entrance, behind the bar and to the right there is a door that moves right to left leading back to a small room. The room measures three meters by six meters long, it turns left and opens into a slightly larger room. It measures eight meters long by four meters wide. Two steps lead up into the owners’ office that measures four meters square.

Looking to the left of the bar there is a door that opens left to right. It leads to a sweeping left hand turn corridor and empties into a room. The room is sort of shaped like a square. The first wall, south, is two meters long. The west wall is two meters long; the east wall is three meters long. The north-facing wall creates a quarter circle wall starting from the two-meter mark on the east-facing wall and touching the ending points of the west wall and the three meter point of the east wall. An exit is located on the east-facing wall and moves right to left as you are going into the cantina’s back entrance.

There are various pipes in the overhead, some are labeled blue for water, gold for sewage, and some are red for gases. A one-meter diameter pipe colored purple, hangs from the overhead and is labeled fusion material. The bar has various bottles and kegs of assorted alcoholic and non-alcoholic types. A very small kitchen is located directly behind the bar in-between the two rooms.

The sergeants body lies about two meters to diagonally to the left of the stairs leading down in main cantina. Four troopers are at the stairs and four more are coming from behind them around the corner. The thugs are blocking the back left exit, and various sounds can be heard coming from the back left room. Jolix enters the right side door walks back to his office smiling.

Sounds from the street can be heard through the right side of the building. The cantina is located on the corner of two major streets. The wall looks relatively thick, but not thick enough to block out the sounds of traffic.

Ach’er, Tebbo, Custer, and Lyn are now behind a square table on the right side of the cantina. Blaster fire is being exchanged between the thugs and the local police. There are a few small windows, about fifty centimeters long by twenty-five high, place along the three recessed rooms to allow natural lighting to come in.

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CUSTER

[ post #59 ]

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Blaster in hand, he peaks above the table at the blaster exchange. Speaking to Lyn:

CUSTER: How do you do, miss? Name's "Custer" ...

He ducks from a stray bolt, then continues:

CUSTER: ... pleased to meet you. Been in any good shoot-outs lately?

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[ post #60 ]

Lyn looks at the at the thin and son-bleached "leathery" skinned man with an odd mixture of interrest and uneasiness. However she decides to follow her first intuition, draws her blaster and says:

[Lyn] Ehm... yeah not realy. But please don't get this wrong but considering the circumstances under which we met, I'd rather say that I'm not glad to meet you. By the way I'm Lyn.

Checking her Hold-out blasters power cell she adds her lekku-tails shivering.

[Lyn] We're stuck between a rock and a hard place. Maybe you have an idea how we can get out of here not being inside of bodybags.

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CUSTER

[ post #61 ]

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Custer smiles at Lyn's clever word-play.

CUSTER: Well, I had a mind to head for the back door, but I guess even if we got past those thugs, the local law-boys would have that door covered too...

He glances around the bar.

CUSTER: ... and them windows look too small for even you to crawl through. I guess it's either stay low and wait it out, or maybe follow that Aqualish, and see if he's got himself a secret escape-hole...

He glances at Tebbo and Ach'er, trying to determine if either is preparing to make a move.

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[ post #62 ]

Tebbo crouches down and cocks his blaster.

TEBBO: So much for avoiding a fight with the police.
says Tebbo to Ach'er.

He takes aim at the pipes above the police by the door and takes a shot at the red gas pipes and fires. The shot wizzes over head. And hits the pipe head on.

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OOC:

Move Action: Draw blaster

Attack Action: Shoot Pipe
Attack Roll: 18=7 bonus+11 roll
Damage: 2d8=2+7+6=16

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[ post #63 ]

Tebbo directly hit’s the pipe causing it to explode right over the police. The force of the explosion knocks down the four troopers that were first in the door. Two don’t move after being knocked down, the other two attempt to crawl back to the door but their bodies give-up on them and they collapse upon the ground.

[Trooper 5] Command, we are being engaged by multiple targets. First squad has been eliminated. Four casualties, two are KIA. Orders please!

The trooper yells into his com-link. The captain replies back to him.

[Police Captain] Wipe them out. All of them.

Second squad moves up to cover first squad for rescue. Third and Fourth squad enter the main entrance and take up covering positions as they advance to second squad.

[Ach’er] Sithspawn! Now there are twelve of them in here.

Ach’er looks to the door that the Aqualish walked through. Only five guards are covering that exit route. Thinking to himself that maybe Custer is right about the secret escape-hole. He moves towards the door trying to stay in the shadow as best he can, so he can get a better shot off. He levels his blaster at one of the thugs and waits to see if a blaster bolt heads the direction of one of the thugs. Waiting for a few seconds a bolt lances out and streaks towards the thug his blaster is trained on. Ach’er quickly pulls the trigger and bolt streaks out and lands right on target. (Knocking the target down Ach’er looks right at the target trying to figure if it is alive or not. Its body slumps farther into the ground as its breath is expelled and fails to draw any breath.

Ach’er turns back to the group and begins to speak.

[Ach’er] Well I think that Aqualish male has to have an exit in there. I’m going to try and find out if he has one or not.

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(OOC attack roll 13 + 4 bonus = 17; Damage 3d8 8 + 3 + 5 = 16)

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Through strength I gain power
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[ post #64 ]

Lyn not holding back looks at her Hold-Out blaster and maneuvers using tables and chairs as cover near to Ach'er's possition. There she turns toward the others and says

[Lyn] You can stay here if you want but I'll follow him. I hope there isn't that much ionized blater-gas in the air.

She rushes at a point from where she can a aim at one of the thugs, waits shortly for a trooper shooting at the group and fires her own blaster.

[OOC: 8 (roll) + 5 (ranged) = 13]
[Dmg: 3d4+1 : 2 + 2 + 3 +1= 8]
[OOC: Don't know if I had hit him!]

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CUSTER

[ post #65 ]

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CUSTER: Right behind you, chief.

Custer rolls around table, takes a shot at the Defel, and makes a weaving dash toward Ach'er.

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OCC:

New Initiative: 6 (delayed until after Ach'er)

Previous check: 25 Spot

Attack Action:
Heavy blaster pistol: (BAB +2) + (+4 Dex) + (d20 roll 12) = 18 Attack
Damage: (3d8 roll 14) = 14

Move Action: follow Ach'er, attempting to stay as covered as possible.

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[ post #66 ]

A wide smile comes across Tebbo's face as the pipe explodes in the police's faces.

Then slowly the grin fades into a frown as he sees the ramaining police set their guns to kill and 3 more squads come down the hall.

TEBBO: We're in for a bumpy ride.

He runs backwards while taking a few shots at the nearest police man.

TEBBO: Hey miss Twi'lek, give me a hand with these police will ya.

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OOC:
Move Action: Backs up towards the door that Custer and the Arch'er guy are heading towards. (got a little IC )

Attack Action: Shoot police man
Attack Roll: 18=7 bonus+11 roll
Damage: 15=3+6+6

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[ post #67 ]

[Lyn] For sure. I'm going just to dislike the police!

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[ post #68 ]

Lyn waits patiently trying to time her shot. One of the troopers fire right at and Aadvosze, she fires right at the thug as well. The trooper’s shot misses barely, but Lyn’s hits true. The Advosze takes the shot in the arm and stagers back in pain. He fires madly back at the officer missing every single shot.

Custer quickly chimes.

Right behind you, chief.

Moves in to cover Ach'er.

Tebbo savors his small victory at taking down four troopers but quickly sobers up when he sees three squads pour in from the front entrance.

We’re in for a bumpy ride.

Quickly aiming for the closest policeman, he taps his trigger and lands a shot on an officer covering the first squad, wounding him greatly. The officer is spun around and lands on his face into the duracrete floor face down and stops breathing.

Hey miss Twi'lek, give me a hand with these police will ya?

Custer moves slightly to his right to better cover Ach’er as he moves towards the door on the right side of the bar. Ach’er scans with his eyes straight a head now on autopilot and is tracking for a clean shot. A Rodain male thug is lying on the floor dead about eight meters away from Ach’er. One is grabbing his arm in pain while three Gran are left. One of the Gran reaches down in to his pouch and grabs a metallic looking sphere. He presses something on the side and lobs it towards the police.

Ach’er moves carefully towards the Rodain and the Gran’s. He aims with his blaster at one of the Grans reaching into the pouch. No longer taking his time he fires once very quickly at the Gran. The bolt streaks forth and lands true. The Gran drops a sphere on the ground and falls back from the pain in his arm.

Custer, covering Ach’er, aims towards the Defel. Barely seeing the outline of the Defel he squeezes off a shot and hopes it lands. All of the sudden the Defel comes into plain view, he stagers back two meters from the wound located on his chest. Blood is oozing out of the wound onto his fur; he places his hand to try and stop the bleeding and drops his Vibro dagger onto the tile.

[Camera shifts to the backroom on the left side of the cantina]

[Squad Leader 7] Move in take them all out; don’t leave anything alive!

Two squads over run the light resistance they were dealing with at the back entrance. They push forth trying to meet up with the frontal assault group dealing with the thugs in the main part of the cantina. Two Aqualish thugs start spraying blaster fire upon the troopers and connect with three out of the eight troopers. The rest dive for cover and begin a heavy firefight between both factions.

A young sergeant reaches down into his utility belt and grabs a hold of a bright metallic sphere. He depresses a button twice and rolls it along the floor towards the Aqualish and Rodain thugs pinning them ten meters away. The sphere comes to rest at the foot of the Aqualish blindly firing in the direction of the police and begins to flash rapidly.

[Camera shifts back the main room]

A loud explosion is heard and the door leading to the back left room is blown off its hinges. Smoke pours out in to the room as the troopers begin to come out of the backroom. They run right into a wall of blaster fire from the thugs.

The object that was thrown by the Gran begins to rapidly blink as it internal counter is winding down.

Lyn looks at the shinny sphere and begins to speak.

For sure. I'm going just to dislike the police!

Lyn ducks behind the table and waits for the sphere to detonate.

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Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
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[ post #69 ]

Tebbo sees the sphere and starts to panic he sprints over to the bar and dives behind it.

TEBBO: Get down, Get Down!!

He gets up again and quickly aims his shot at the open door and fires the cimson bolt threw the newly opened door at the sergent.

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OOC

TEBBO

INIT: 15

Move Action: Runs over to bar and takes cover

Attack Action: Shoots at the serg.
Attack Roll: 25=18 roll+7 bonus
Damage: 23=1+6+8+8

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[ post #70 ]

Ach'er looks over his shoulder and sees the gleaming sphere in the blinking near the police.

[Ach’er] Oh SITHSPIT!

He quickly dives into the nearest alcove and takes Custer with him. He covers his head like he learned back in the days of his youth; always in fear of the bombs that kept hitting his planet, from the neighboring planet Vra’xly. Fear, and panic rushes into his system as he realizes this is going to get ugly real quick.

A bright flash of light envelops the room and searing heat begins to radiate from the sphere. Less then one thousands of a second later a shock wave forms and begins to expand in a spherical motion. The police around the sphere are all knocked over from the concussive shockwave. Inside the five meters from the focal point of the blast, all that remains of the troopers is burnt flesh and fragmented bones. The floor around the sphere is cratered to depth of two meters and any material in the five-meter radius is slag. The troopers outside the five-meter blast radius have thermal burns and radiation burns on the exposed portions of their flesh. Screaming and moaning can be heard from the troopers that were lucky enough to survive the blast.

What remains of first and second squad is burned flesh and shattered bones. Third squad is down to half strength and fourth squad only took minor thermal and radiation burns.

[Trooper 11] Command they’re using Thermal Detonators! DO YOU HEAR ME? THEY GOT THERMAL DETS!

The young trooper is panicking and begins to unravel from the horrific scene in front of him. His friends that he worked with and played sabbac with are now dead. He begins to retreat back when over the com-link a voice is heard.

[Police Captain] THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROAD CAST! All available troopers converge on the Sand Point Cantina. Unknown number of thugs and gangsters are resisting arrest. They are using Thermal Detonators, Heavy Blaster Rifles, and Light Repeating Blaster Rifles. I say again ALL AVAILABLE TROOPERS TO MY LOCATION!

Fifth and Sixth squad move in cautiously, not taking any chances they are they are pointing and signaling each other were to go and what to do when they get there.

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Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
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CUSTER

[ post #71 ]

Originally posted by djas_puhr Ach'er... quickly dives into the nearest alcove and takes Custer with him... A bright flash of light envelops the room and searing heat begins to radiate from the sphere.

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Custer lies face down in the alcove, nearly buried in debris and the deafening silence that follows the blast. Somehow, his inexplicably dusty clothes seem even more caked with soot.

Pulling himself up, half-lost in shock and stunned confusion, he tries to drag Ach'er with him toward the door the Aqualish used.

He's barely sensible, but he manages to shout over his temporary deafness.

CUSTER: WE GOTTA GIT OUT! NOW!!!

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OCC: Are any of the police uniforms remotely salvageable-- i.e. not blown to pieces? If so, how many and where?

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