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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 16, 2015 19:15:15 GMT -5
"I did too Pash, but I admit that I'm not the expert on this sort of thing so I'll yield to Oskara and the rest of you." Rena spoke, taking one final sip of her drink.
Once more Rena rose up from her seat, duffel bag hanging from her shoulder. "I am absolutely ready to move. I can't wait to say goodbye to this ball of sand." She gestured toward the door before starting to make her own way toward the exit of the crowded cantina.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 16, 2015 19:42:15 GMT -5
Oskara nodded, rising from her seat and taking point as the renegades made their move out of the cantina. Pash moved up to wall behind Oskara, while Sasha held vanguard in the back.
Rena hadn't noticed their gear beforehand, but now that she could see them standing and on the move, their individual gear stood out. Oskara was decked in heavy plasteel armor, and slung over her shoulder was an intimidating, if not cumbersome heavy blaster rifle. Sasha was equipped with a traveling backpack, loaded with gear befitting a scout. If it was worn by anyone else, they may have been loaded down by it, but the practiced explorer seemed unhindered by its weight. Pash wore a long smuggler's trench coat, and strapped over it and on his back was a vibrosword.
Together the group left the cantina and thankfully found no Gamorrean guards waiting for them. "Move casually," instructed the bounty hunter, who led the way the long way around the cantina, moving away from the palace.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 16, 2015 20:10:26 GMT -5
Moving casually seemed easy for Rena, in fact for all intents and purposes she'd looked nothing but casual since first arriving at the cantina. Whether she actually felt as calm as she appeared was another question entirely.
In comparison to the others, Rena seemed the odd one out of the group. There was no obviously visible weapon on her person for one, her blaster pistol out of sight beneath her green coat. The coat itself was also noteworthy, finely tailored and sized perfectly to her specifications.
She wasn't overly pleased to be back in the sun again, something that her coat probably didn't help her deal with. Rena made no effort to lead the way toward the scrap yard, instead sticking back with Sasha as they went.
"So, what are your plans for once we leave Tatooine behind us? Anywhere you want to go? Somewhere to call home?" She asked casually.
Stealth: 0 Success, 2 Advantage
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 16, 2015 21:31:28 GMT -5
At the head of the group, Oskara and Pash traded back and forth in a hushed conversation, likely trying to establish a plan after the plan, or some sort of back up, or really anything that could be considered important. Whatever it was they were talking about, they were keen to keep it very quiet.
Meanwhile Sasha trudged along, not necessarily happily, but with a certain relaxed demeanort hat could easy rub off on others. "Me?" she asked, then let out a low whistle. Oskara looked over her shoulder and glared. "I don't really have nowhere to call home. I travel a lot, and I'm just looking forward to getting off this dustball, same as you. Maybe somewhere green?" she shrugged, not entirely sure herself where she wanted to go next. She never really planned that out.
As they moved casually towards the Junk Shop, the sudden squeals of frustrated Gamorrean's penetrated the air. While the others had gone unseen, Rena's blue hair and coat gave her away, those descriptions easier to remember than the one's Teemo gave on the others.
As the group looked over their shoulders, five Gamorrean guards wielding pikes started charging towards them. From their squeals, to any that understood their primitive language, they clearly weren't interested, or ordered, to take the renegades alive.
Having been completely ignored, Sasha took the opportunity to shrug off her pack and jump to the side, scrambling up some stray crates and scaling the side of a building rather deftly and at an impressive speed. No one really noticed she was gone until Oskara started barking orders, drawing her rifle, while at her side Pash drew his sword.
Rena had just enough time to draw her weapon, and maybe take a shot, before the Gamorrean's would be upon her.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
Sasha's Stealth: 2 Triumph Oskara's Stealth: 2 Success, 2 Advantage Pash's Stealth: 1 Success, 1 Advantage Rena's Stealth: 1 Failure, 1 Advantage
Sasha's Athletics: 2 Success
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 17, 2015 0:33:34 GMT -5
"Green." Rena echoed the word, "That certainly sounds nice. I miss green." One hand slid into her pocket while they continued walking, until the squeals of Gamorrean's cut them short. Spinning to face their pursuers, Rena suddenly realized her partner was gone.
There wasn't much time to handle looking for Sasha though, Teemo's guards had clear plans for them based on those pikes. A hand disappeared under her coat, reemerging with a blaster pistol gripped firmly within. She fired quickly into the pack of charging aliens. "Perhaps we can negotiate?" Her voice carried out, the words aimed at the Gamorreans.
Blaster Shot: 1 Success, 2 Advantage
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 17, 2015 1:31:21 GMT -5
A squeal of denial filled the streets, shooting down Rena's suggestion of diplomacy. Heavy sandaled feet stomped ever closer to the group, ten in total, barely slowing as Rena's blaster shot sailed by one of them, causing him a small fright and making him a little slower and easier of a target for her companions.
Oskara was the next to respond, bringing her heavy blaster rifle to bear. Pulling the trigger, she fired into the crowd of charging Gamorrean's, tearing two of them apart with the auto-fire feature of her rifle.
Pash was surprisingly the one to follow up after the Twi'lek's deadly display of heavy weaponry, charging right into the fray with the Gamorrean's, especially now that there were only three of them left, and bringing his vibrosword and vibroknife combo into the mix, slashing at one of the guards. With terrifying efficiency he parried a pike away and slashed the backside of both legs, bringing the pig creature to his knees, before driving the vibroknife home into the back of his neck.
Finishing off the round for the renegades, Sasha prepared a shot with her E-11 Sniper Rifle, using the distance and elevation of the rooftop to her advantage. With a well placed shot, the fourth Gamorrean went down, a nice sizzling hole left in his horned head.
The fifth and final Gamorrean suddenly stopped in his tracks, fearing for his life. In a matter of seconds he had seen four of his comrades fall victim to the runaways, who were acting in tandem like a well oiled machine already, deadly accurate and dispatching the street tough Gamorrean's like the minions they were. He dropped his weapon and squealed out in terror, dropping to his knees and waiting for the end, or some form of mercy, to come.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
Rena's Blaster Shot: 1 Advantage (Boost to Oskara)
Oskara's Heavy Blaster Shot: 2 Success, 3 Advantage (Auto-Fire and Boost to Pash) 15 Damage to Gamorrean 1 and 2
Pash's Vibrosword Strike: 2 Success, 3 Advantage (Two-Weapon Strike and Crit) 6 Damage + 5 Damage + 113 Crit to Gamorrean 3 (Ignore 2 Soak)
Sasha's Sniper Shot: 2 Success, 1 Advantage (Boost to Rena) 11 Damage to Gamorrean 4 (Ignore 2 Soak)
Gamorrean 5's Fear Check: 3 Failure, 2 Threat (Disarmed, +1 Boost to hit)
Gamorrean, Minion W. Threshold 5, Soak 4
Gamorrean 1: 11 W Killed by Oskara
Gamorrean 2: 11 W Killed by Oskara
Gamorrean 3: 9 W Killed by Pash
Gamorrean 4: 9 W Killed by Sasha Gamorrean 5: 0 W, Helpless
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 17, 2015 8:07:02 GMT -5
It wasn't all too surprising that Rena missed her shot, firefights were a fallback for her and she wasn't nearly so equipped for them as her compatriots. Still, with the others that was now four less Gamorrean's and she was feeling pretty good about the people she was betting her life on. With the final one down on its knees, she holstered her own blaster.
"Right. Well. Negotiate shall we?" She said, looking to her companions. "We're heading to a contact in Shantytown. You're free to go as long as you don't go telling anyone where we're heading." At this point Rena was betting on the pitiful alien breaking down and squealing the moment it got away, at least this squeal would add to the confusion of their escape. "That sounds fair, right guys?"
Deception: 1 Success, 2 Advantage, 1 Triumph
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 17, 2015 8:24:07 GMT -5
While her attempt was meaningful, it wasn't entirely clear if the Gamorrean understood what was going on. A true specimen of his kind, he flopped over to his side and began weeping, a shrill, violent sobbing sort of sound. Any other race might have made it look sad, but here it was just pathetic. Regardless of whether or not he understood Rena's attempt at misdirection, the rest of the renegades did.
"Come on," said Pash, grabbing Rena by the arm―gently, of course―and giving her a small tug as his other slipped its vibrosword back into its sheath. "My contact in Shantytown isn't going to wait long to smuggle us down the cliffside," he went on, letting go of the blue haired negotiator and picking up speed to the head of the group.
Sasha carefully scaled down the side of the building, stopping by Rena to lean forward and fetch her discarded backpack, slinging it over one shoulder and then the other. After the group was away from the Gamorrean, who eventually sniffled and rose to his feet, plodding back to the palace, she gave Rena a small pat on the back. "Not bad thinking, but I worry for what will happen to Shantytown if they think we're hiding in it."
"Not our concern," grunted Oskara, hefting her rifle back over her back. "I'm more worried about how effectively our diplomat will be able to convince Vorn to hand that part over. Our Shantytown story means nothing if he cries out about us stealing his part."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
Rena's Deception: 1 Triumph, 1 Threat Pash's Deception: 1 Success, 2 Advantage
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 17, 2015 8:42:30 GMT -5
Rena turned at the tug, allowing Pash to start leading her along with the rest. "We need the time, Teemo's patrols seem to be all over Mos Shuuta. I'm... sure they'll be fine." In her haste she hadn't fully considered the potential consequences, or just wasn't fully aware of how far Teemo's men may go.
"So, what's our plan for this Vorn? Are we going to be representing Trex? Picking up the part for him as part of his crew? I think I can swing that. No theft necessary, just pick up and go." She looked over to Pash this time, he seemed more likely to have insight on this sort of thing.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 17, 2015 8:50:37 GMT -5
Pash shrugged, not seeming terribly sure one way or the other. "I'm game for that, but I don't know how well he'll buy it," he shrugged again, his confident exterior chipping away a small bit.
"He'll have to buy it, or we'll have to take it by force," Oskara declared, her features settling into a grim acceptance of the fact.
"If worst comes to worst, we can find a way to steal it, though let's just hope our smooth talker will be able to properly convince him," finished Sasha, eyeing Rena up and down and giving her a smile for good luck.
"We can hope." The bounty hunter didn't seem terribly impressed, even if Rena's two attempts at deception had been successful. She had built herself up to not feel hope, and while it was a numbing feeling that ached in her bones, it was a welcomed alternative to what happened when she hoped and the world crumbled around her.
After a short trip, the renegades found themselves looking at the front of the Junk Shop, its yard filled with parts that could be seen from the other side of the wall. Inside the temperature felt cool, like due to some air conditioning unit.
"Think we'll be more convincing if we all pour in, or should one of us go with Rena and the others watch out front?" asked Pash, looking to Oskara for orders.
The Twi'lek shrugged and stared at their diplomat. "That's her call, this is her territory."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 17, 2015 9:05:47 GMT -5
Rena paused as they drew up near the shop, looking over her companions thoughtfully. "...Oskara can come with me. You two keep watch. She looks the most like someone that a man like Trex would work with." She nodded to herself, adjusting the strap on her duffel and looking to Oskara. "Just try to... look displeased, a bit bored. You know the sort, the kind most people don't want to run out of patience?"
With her partner chosen, she squared her shoulders and turned to disappear into the shop.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 17, 2015 9:14:56 GMT -5
Oskara raised a brow, apparently not expecting to be picked to go along, but she wasn't about to complain about it. The other two could stand guard, and if they needed to steal the part, it was best that he didn't know about their two more flighty members.
"Lead the way," grunted the Twi'lek, hefting her gun from her shoulder into her hands, holding it against her chest to seem all the more intimidating and impersonal, just a gun for hire.
As they stepped inside, they immediately saw a hunched old human male lurking behind a low counter, covered with disassembled droid and machine parts. The man, Vorn, glanced up at the pair, then turned to face a garbage can-shaped R5 droid standing at his side. "You're supposed to tell me when I have customers, you bucket of bolts! Go outside and finish stripping that speeder bike wreck," he shrieked, only after kicking the R5 for good measure. The droid trundled off with a surly "booooop" while Vorn turned to give his full attention to Rena and Oskara.
"Welcome, customers! As you can see," he started, pointing at the racks and shelves and enormous buckets full of scrap metal and parts, "I have anything could you want . . . for the right price."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 17, 2015 9:27:03 GMT -5
Rena entered like someone important, her swagger not unlike Pash's earlier entrance at the cantina. She gave the shop only a casual glance before settling her eyes onto Vorn. "You're the one called Vorn, yes? I'm told you have a part for us." She strolled the distance to the counter where the older man was working.
"I'm here for the HMRI."
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 17, 2015 9:32:39 GMT -5
Vorn tilted his head to the side, sizing Rena up and down, the wrinkles on his face getting wrinkles as he scrunches his face in consideration. "The HMRI?" he asked, not entirely convinced that she was who she claimed to be. "I can't sell it to you, I just have the one and it's already been promised to someone." He neglected to mention who it was promised to, as a wise business tactic to weed out those trying to claim goods that weren't their's to take.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 17, 2015 9:38:58 GMT -5
"Of course you did." Rena said, a wry smile on her face as she leaned on the counter. "It's promised to Trex, whom we represent. And if you know anything about his reputation you know that keeping him waiting isn't in your best interest so what do you say we get down to business and not waste any more of each others time."
Deception: 2 Success
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