Cells - Shaito
The sudden noise does indeed make the guards turn their heads, but the question remains whether this is something he can turn to his advantage. (Roll Stealth, you can use the advantage you created with Force Mastery to get a +2 bonus on the roll.)
Living Quarters - Vislor, Satine
"I thought you knew, sir," Vaylin said, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, "the Jedi Knights died out twenty years ago."
"Besalisk?" One of the troopers raised an eyebrow before his comrade clapped him on the shoulder. "Must be the woman Andros hired," she said, pointing past them.
"Further down the hallway and further down the station, where the prisons are. That's the last we heard, anyway. Good hunting."
Docking Bay - Florens, Dellig, Eli, Aren
Part of the throng does indeed pass to let Dellig pass. The problem is that not all of them do. Where the mob is densest and most afraid, Dellig is moshed together with the panicked civillians trying to get past. The Panicked Mob is just too dense for her to get to her ship in time, and her Ithorian meal ticked is carried away by the human (and alien) tide.
Damn her luck. (You do get a fate point, though!)
Well, Eli was partially right. A person with a lightsaber did show up. However, they weren't quite the black-bodygloves-and-red-lightsabers crowd. Rather, the person (their face obscured entirely by a large hood) was dressed in what could only be described as a very militant Jedi outfit - modern, repainted Imperial body armor covered by a brown robe
, the lightsaber a bright blazing blue. Two of the troopers who'd accompanied...whoever it was, into the hangar, was flanking them on either side.
"Please," they said, the voice garbled by a modulator, "come with me. It's not safe here."
As with everywhere else, Aren learned, there were rebel factions in the outer rim near the Praetor. One particular cell had apparently taken its paraphenalia and equipment from an Old Republic military base that wasn't discovered in time for the Empire to recover the equipment. But they had always remained on relatively friendly terms with the Praetor's staff, with the implicit understanding that neither liked the Empire. Also, there'd never been reports of them having harbored any fugitive Jedi.
Cantina - Neríf.
"Not mine as such." Galen shrugged and sipped his drink, waving cheerfully at the bartender as he cowered under the table. "But I'm definitely on their side. And they're on mine. Like I said, not to worry. They'll be working to make sure as few people who aren't station security get hurt."
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.Docking Bay
Dellig swore loudly and with yet greater conviction as she rammed, squeezed, and lunged her way to her precious, precious client who she would never dream of calling a mere meal ticket so she could grab the Ithorian and haul it to her kriffing ship on her back if that's what it took. The press of bodies nearly overwhelmed her, but damn it all She Gave Her Word to get the Ithorian out.
Athletics roll, 1 + 1 + 2 = 4. Ah, fate point. Like the flickering flame, your beauty is in your brevity. Fly free.
edited 8th Jan '16 3:14:52 AM by rikalous
'Docking Bay
Oh, kark me. Its a kriffing Jedi!'' Eli cursed. Without realizing it, her right hand wandered toward the pouch on her hip and she heard the echo of a cold voice in a Serenno accent in the back of her mind, insisting to never trust a Jedi that she hadn't killed before.
"I think he means you." She said to the one-eyed groper beside her while trying her best to hide her own presence in the force.
Force Mastery Roll, to have Eli hide her force sensitivity: [0+0+]+3 = +5
"You can reply to this Message!"Living Quarters-Vislor
Vislor shrugs. "Sure thing. After all, what do I know about Jedi? I'm just some decrepit old man. You just look a lot like some of the people we used to see on the holo vids, is all."
No Deception roll, Vislor's not seriously trying or expecting to fool her, he's just being cantankerous. The above should be read mostly sarcastically.
edited 8th Jan '16 11:22:31 AM by kingtiger522
Satine — Living Quarters
Oho. So Hotshot — Andros — was in cahoots with those guys. Interesting. Satine made a mental note to nose around those guys later on — usually, where there was one contract, there were others. "Why, thank you, bub," she said, half-mockingly, and headed down toward the prison cells, drawing her pistols as she did so.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Docking Bay
It seemed to RN-56 that his current train of thought would lead nowhere. He cast a glance at the security feeds again, seeing the person with the lightsaber.
Never one to pass up an opportunity to profit, he tried to see if he could find a merchant on the station's holonet who hadn't yet heard about this nasty invasion business, or at the very least hadn't marked up their prices. If he did he would wire the funds needed to buy some bacta kits and then have a courier deliver them to a security locker.
He had a feeling that even though whoever was the target of the Jedi's ire was probably going to die, the swathes of people between him and his target would likely be in dire need of bacta within the next hour. Humans and the other races of the galaxy were funny that way, acting so impulsively when in pain or at the brink of death, willing to pay any price - and if the situation involved rebels and Jedi, then there was a good chance that "price" might include some actionable intelligence or other knowledge he could use.
Resources roll (create an advantage?): -1(roll)+4(skill)=3
(Or do I need contacts too? Contacts roll is 0+3=3)
Florenico opened his mouth to say something again, but shut it quickly as the person in a full robe appeared wielding a...something. What a strange weapon. Strange was beautiful, but it also was frightening. He whimpered and inched back from his hand, giving the woman he'd felt the pull towards wide, frightened eyes.
"Why me? I'm—I'm n-nobody!"
Please don't run me through with that sword. Please!
Cells
Thankfully, it doesn't seem like the guards are in a hurry to head in Shaito's direction. He picks up his gear without much trouble, but he can hear the sounds of violence coming from somewhere nearby.
Satine hears them too, as she rushes down the hallways, right in Shaito's path, through people banging on the cells and desperately crying to be let out.
"I DIDN'T DO NOTHIN'"
"DON'T LET ME DIE IN 'ERE!"
"I ONLY DID IT FOR THE CREDITS!"
They're both standing at the same security station now - Shaito equipped with his gear, Satine with her blasters out. And hadn't the security guys who dragged Shaito away mentioned something about a Mandalorian heading the station...?
Living Quarters
"Obviously. Clearly an irrelevant, decrepit old man with no knowledge of the Jedi ways, which is why I was not explicitly told to find you in these quarters." Vaylin cracks a small, amused smile.
Docking Bay
Dellig can't quite explain how, but in a miracle of complicated acrobatics, swearing at choice targets and ducking and waving through the crowd, she manages to find the Ithorian, alive and intact, and they've somehow managed to duck and weave their way out of the panicked mass.
Of course, that still leaves the problem of random blaster fire in the docking bay. (Treat it as a difficulty +3 obstacle, where failure means taking a 2-stress hit. Athletics works, using Notice to try and discern a 'pattern' works, Physique to just tough out a glancing hit works. Creative, you can be.)
There is one kolto merchant onboard the station who hasn't yet gotten the word about the attack, and Aren is able to transfer the funds to buy up a reserve and place them in a security locker. It gives him an advantage of Hidden Kolto Vault, which he could use for a few things: As a +2 on any future Resources roll to represent having a good that can be sold at an inflated price. Or maybe as a +2 on a social roll in dealing with a faction that could use the kolto (either the station invaders or its defenders). Anything where having a stock of kolto packs would come in handy.
"You're trying to conceal your presence in the Force," the cowled Jedi says, the voice filtered through the modulator flat and dull. "And the Zelosian feels too inexperienced to properly manipulate it. I think you are the one I am searching for." The Jedi points to the two troopers. "I want them both secured, quickly! Then get them somewhere safe."
Maybe this might be the best thing for Florens. He's a bit of a Fearful Flower after all, and doesn't having a relatively safe place where he won't get shot sound like the best kind of situation?
Roll for the Force-sensitive's Force Mastery roll: [00++]+4 = +6.
edited 10th Jan '16 7:36:28 AM by math792d
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.Satine — down in the cellblock
Satine ignored the locked-up prisoners. They didn't pay her, and Hotshot did. She stopped when she saw Shaito, however. He had a nasty sword strapped to his back and was wearing a cowl; cowls meant trouble in her experience.
"Hey, swordboy," she said, blasters not quite aimed at him, "have you seen a Besalisk around here somewhere? I have business with him."
Docking Bay
One thing among many that separated a merely good or great pilot from someone like Dellig was clarity of vision. Some pilots looked at, say, an asteroid field and saw nothing more than a cloud of obstacles that would rip through your ship if you tried to run it. Others could spot the safe paths through the rock, not just the physical space but the speed you'd need to go at to hit the turns just right.
The same principles, luckily for Dellig's new Ithorian friend, apply to blaster fire.
Notice roll as suggested, because I don't have a vehicle to pilot in. Roll of 3 + 3 = 6. I see all.
Docking Bay
Content with his investment, RN-56 switched over again to the situation at hand to see how it was developing. Investments were quite good, but he had to be around to enjoy them.
It was interesting to him that the Jedi Invader/Militant, whom he assigned the temporary label JIM, apparently wanted to secure some Force sensitives. Plural. He dismissed the possibility of this simply being coincidence immediately. The odds of there being one Force sensitive in a section of the galaxy at any one time, let alone two - or, he supposed, technically three with JIM - was so low that he assumed this had to be some sort of coordinated event. Perhaps a sect of former Jedi? Regardless of what was going on, he needed to make sure it didn't involve some Imperial-types blowing up the station to eliminate any witnesses. It would be quite the inconvenience to be stuck in the cold void of space for the rest of his life.
Those lightsabers were certainly bright, he realized. If it were dark, the station's security would not only be able to hide in the dark as they surrounded the invaders, they could see exactly where any Jedi was. With that thought, he attempted to slice into the light controls for the docking bay and turn off the lights near the invaders.
Slicing attempt: -2(roll)+3(skill)=1
Shaito raises his warblade with the kind of reverence men reserved for piolts and starships, Senators and Coursant.
Everything feels right again: with his blade, and with The Force, there is nothing he wont be able to do.
Shaito turns around, frowning and the other person. "There is an unconscious one in my cell, that direction." He points. "Can you pilot a starship?"
Satine — with Shaito, in the cells
"Thank you for the information," Satine said. Always paid to be polite. At first, anyway. "I'll be back shortly." She went the way Shaito pointed, blasters at the ready. Behind her visor, though, she frowned. If the Besalisk was unconscious, he won't be any challenge at all. Then again it meant easy credits.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Cantina
In the center of the whirlpool, there was an section of tide that was empty and calm as the surface. A Jedi was that center—the calm point in the maelstrom.
Nerif smiled, blindfolded eyes turning to Galen.
"You will control this station soon, of course. It seems, then, you hardly need my services at all."
edited 12th Jan '16 12:37:55 PM by DrTentacles
The Force? Is...is that what it is? What she used—what I can do? I'm so frakking confused right now. I just...I don't want to get shot, and I don't want to be alone. Is going with them safe? Probably not. I don't know them, I don't know what they're here to do...
Is it safeer?
Florenico swallowed and nodded, starting to get back up to his feet as best his shaking could allow him. His voice was, again, a frightened whimper, "I'll go with you, just...just don't let me get blasted. Please?"
Cells
By the time Satine's running down the hallway to the cell, the besalisk is back up, and he looks mad. When he sees an armed Mandalorian running towards him, he evidently decides he's had enough and lets loose a volley of fire from his own twin blasters, the red bolts flaring up in the Dimly Lit corridor.
(Okay, so an introduction to how the basics of combat works: The character with the highest Notice skill in the scene, which in this case is the besalisk, goes first. Conflict is always an opposed test, usually Shoot vs. Athletics, Fight vs. Fight, or Fight vs. Athletics.)
Rolling [+-+-] + a Shoot skill of 3 = +3.
There's a central control panel that opens every cell in this section of the prison. It won't let everyone out, but it'll let out quite a number.
Living Quarters
"Excellent." Vaylin nods and waves her hand, the troopers closing ranks. "The rest will be joining us in the cantina by the time this is done. We ought to head in that direction."
Docking Bay
The faceless Jedi turns to Eli, waving that lightsaber dangerously close to her face. "You were able, though unsuccessfully, to mask your presence in the Force. You clearly drew on it earlier. That means someone trained you in its use, making you a very possible threat. Until I'm certain, I can't let you leave the station." The Jedi's head shakes. "My apologies. To both of you. We'll make sure you're safe." For good measure, one trooper shoulders her rifle and cuffs Florens, gently letting the Zelosian on his feet. ( Fate Point get!
)
Dellig finds a path through the seemingly-random blaster fire - enough to get both her and the Ithorian safely to the ship. Of course, that still puts them on a collision course with Eli, Florens and their new Jedi friend with the shiny laser sword.
Aren does not succeed at turning off the lights. In fact, he's so unsuccessful that, a moment later, he hears something bumping against his temple. Namely, something metallic, like a blaster. And a voice that's clearly filtered through a helmet.
"What do you think you're doing with that dataport, rustbucket?"
Cantina
"We'll see about that. For now, there's nothing left but to remain patient. The rest will be with us soon enough."
edited 12th Jan '16 2:23:22 PM by math792d
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.Satine — cells, Oh, Crap!
Well, so much for unconscious. At least she'll get a fight. Satine threw herself into a roll, hoping that she was quick enough. She wasn't, but since the corridor is dimly lit, the Besalisk's aim was off by a few centimetres and the bolts flew over her head.
Coming out of her roll on one knee, Satine aimed and fired at her foe.
Athletics roll to dodge blaster fire: 0++0 + 0 = 2.
Using a Fate Point to invoke dimly lit corridor and add 2 to the roll, for a total of 4.
Shoot roll: - -0+ + 4 = 3. On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
Docking Bay
"Oh dear me!" RN-56 said. "I'm so terribly sorry, I was attempting to contact my master's terminal and inform him that I was trapped due to the large crowd."
He held out one of his smaller credit chips, a paltry sum compared to what he dealt with normally, such as with his business with the courier from earlier, but large enough for him to typically bribe his way out of most situations - or at the very least, enough to make people think he was a dimwitted protocol droid.
"He gave me this money to see if any of the docking merchants were selling unique Pazaak cards. The Double Card is quite an elusive card to find, especially in this section of the galaxy."
Bribe roll
1(roll)+4(skill)=5
Docking Bay
Oh, of course some lightsaber-wielding freak was involved in this whole mess. Because just attacking the station and causing a panic wasn't awful enough for everybody. Yaaay.
Anyway, not Dellig's problem. She just had to drag her new Ithorian friend past and get to the ship. Do her job, get paid, and get the kriff out of here, in no particular order.
Docking Bay
Eli continued to give the Jedi and his mooks blistering glares when she noticed a Rodian and a Ithorian moving past the crowed and in their direction. And then she got an idea. An awful idea.
"Look!" She exclaimed and pointed at the pair of non-humans. "Those two try to make a break for it!"
Roll: Deceive for [+++0]+2 = +5 to get them to be distracted!
"You can reply to this Message!"

Nerif put the deck down on the table, and drew a card, ignoring the man for a moment.
Knight of Sabers.
"The men are yours, then."