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Wrasynth Ksyamen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 1:08 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 1:45 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 8:53 am
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Anatarei Crimsonthrone Lowookar points at the Miraluka and bellows. "Guraaahhaagh!" He storms over to her, his hands twitching and fully prepared to draw his lightsaber. He hadn't learned much in his short time as a Padawan, but he had learned that those who used the Dark Side were grave enemies who could do a great deal of damage. "Gurarrr wook ruuuk shraawwr!" He declared. {Translation for those who speak it. "Stay right there!" "You used the Dark Side. Explain yourself!"} In her best approximation of Shriyywook, Mir Eshke replied in a calm and level voice, which was particularly offputting due to the normal manner of Wookiee speech. "I don't particularly feel the need to. I use the Force, in whatever manner I must, to accomplish my goals. I saved your life there, kept those two from attacking you. I recommend you look into the true power of the Force if your only other recourse in a fight is to punch something ineffectually." She turned away from him and turned her attention to the other Force user.
"If you think those two were civilians, you aren't as perceptive to the Force as you should be. They were carrying blasters and were moments away from drawing them and taking fire if I hadn't intervened and prevented both of them from doing anything. You're also being remarkably base and petty, pulling everything you can off of their corpses. I hadn't realized decorum had reached the point where looting the dead was considered appropriate. Certain necessities, surely, but all that stuff? I mean, you can barely even support the weight of it all!"
{Taking 10 on Preception, +8. She clearly sees all the "Force shenanigans."}
"I wouldn't disagree that leaving sooner rather than later would be good. Lead the way." She moves to follow the mystery woman.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:32 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 6:51 pm
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{We're not in combat, the wookiee wasn't directly threatening me as far as I can tell. If the GM is opposed to it, however, then I'll roll. It just seemed unnecessary.} Mir Eshke gave as much of a bemused look as she could without visible eyes. "It seems to me that you could have attempted to bargain with the Clone Troopers as well, but you eagerly joined in the slaughter there. I was closer to the 'civilians' and I also could tell that they were about to join in the fight. I also only slew one of them. I attempted to make the other retreat, or at least be cowed by fear. Of course, since you're so concerned about being identified and tracked, any living eye witnesses would likely have been dealt with anyway."
At the suggestion she carry the gear, she shrugged. "No thanks. I recognize my own limitations, and I'm certainly not all that strong physically. I'm not terribly concerned about credits, certainly not so much that I would need to attempt to hawk illicit goods on some black market, and I don't know how to wear the armor, so putting it on wouldn't help.
"Perhaps, what I was suggesting, was that it was not vitally needed, and could easily slow us down. Do you actually know how to properly wear that armor? The time it took everyone to strip the corpses and put the armor on could have been used to beat a much hastier retreat. But, perhaps I misspoke. I have been away from so-called 'civilized' regions for quite some time and may be poorly understanding certain things."
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 8:01 pm
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Lowookar rested his massive, furry hand on Zaile's... on the girl who looked like Zaile's shoulder in as best a reassuring manner as he could. He moved along close to her, feeling somewhat protective. The Miraluka was busy sniping at the human, and Lowookar sized him up too. They might be at each others' throats soon, and he wasn't sure who he'd be rooting for, really. But, for now, he'd just follow along. He mused that the Miraluka seemed to be the only one capable of understanding his language, though, so she might be more useful for a short time. Best to check, however. "Gruruuuruarrr?"
{Translation: Does anyone understand me?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 8:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 11:45 am
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After a moment of silence, for the most part letting the various races fight out their problems, Maya finally spoke when all seemed to be quiet. Although she did take any help offered to her with massive gratitude. "I... I thank you." Her voice still soft, and to a point, pained. "I know of a place where you can be safe.... "Or at the very least, moving so they cannot get you." She paused moving towards and starting down a passage way. "Just... try not to create more bloodshed on your way." The energy from earlier not lost as she walks, despite the slight limp on her left side.
From the hallway from which the original four troopers came from, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard. From the number it's a good amount of Imperials. Reinforcements, no doubt. They'd be there in a few moments.
"Do hurry!"
For those whom would follow, she'd lead them down deep into the station. Along countless zigzags, and into a seemingly endless labyrinth of steel walls--to lose the Imperial troopers. Only to end in a guest room aboard the Sel Zonn Station. It was here that she'd find safety, a bed to sit on, a door to lock behind everyone, and a place to be safe for the moment.
The room itself was fairly quaint.Easily nothing that'd offer comfort for a long period of time due to the size--it barely being able to contain all beings as it was. Within there was a pair of double bunk beds on either side of the walls farthest from the door with what might be a Station-wide comlink'd (voice only) nightstand in between them. Probably for room service. Being that these rooms were only made for a single night's stay there was no real place to house clothes. Just a desk, a table with a quad of chairs, and a bookshelf with some minor readings and pamphlets detailing what the Sel Zonn station offers.
"There... now that we're safe, I believe introductions and explanations are in order. My name is Maya. I work for the good Senator, Bail Organa of Alderaan as part of his personal security detail. Evidently working for a vocal opponent of the Empire flags you as troublemaker--and they wanted me off of here however they could. I wasn't on here for more than a few hours before they found me. "I about to go on my way to the Deep Storage Bays, V14 to be exact, to recieve and store some valuable cargo. It was to be delivered to Senator Organna. But... I don't think I'm in any fit condition to go there. They know my face. But..." She shakes her head in defeat falling silent. "No... I couldn't ask that."
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 12:23 pm
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