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Chapter 1b: Crashing the party

   
Mara Aragone, Zeltron Female Noble

~ The Sabre: Docking Access Hatch ~



Mara moves through the door and to her left, "This way leads to the bridge, but do we have any idea if this freighter's turrets are forward or aft from the docking hatch?"

She snaps off a shot at the man in front of her, before kneeling down to take advantage of cover from return fire and to make herself a smaller target.



Oln Vizsla - Mando'ade/Miralukan Male Scoundrel

~ Sabre - Docking Access Hatch~

"Or, we could ignore good reason and dive in. Could also do that I guess." Oln mumbles to himself as the woman runs by.

Pulling the trigger on his blaster again Oln hopes the thug has the courtesy to die this time.

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Snipe decides that he is getting nowhere with this and Finally decides to try and stand up "Oh you just wait you fleshpot sac o salad dressing.. I will throttle you!"


~ The Sabre - Docking Access Hatch ~


The situation looks dire for Charlene. Various places on her arms and torso are scorched with the blaster fire. Her right cheek also has a burn mark, but it looks pretty nasty and can be seen as slick and shiny with fresh blood. She winces as she lifts her blaster arm up, grasping her stomach in the process. Pain seems to have cleared her mind slightly, focussing on nothing more than the Thug she's been engaging in a fire-fight. The shot connects and Charlene lowers herself into a crouch to hide behind the platform. Gravity makes her descent a tad more rapid than her damaged body can react to and she stops in the crouch a little less gracefully than she had hoped, fighting to stay balanced.

Charlene presses the commlink button on her ear-piece, "I-I need...help. Don't know...how...much longer I can...make it..."



Snipe tried again to bash the thug infront of him, striking nothing but air. Nonetheless, moments later a blasterbolt few in from Luka's direction and connected in a burst of starts with the minion. He dropped instantly to the ground at Snipe's feet.

Oln's shot hits the larger Thug up on the platform square in the torso. The man staggers backwards, but he quickly falls when Charlie's well placed shot connects with his chest.

Ossek wacked a thug over the head, a satisfying crack of bone rang through the air. But the muscled thug shook it off, clearly in an furious, dazed hatred for the woman. Him and his peers around Ossek leveled their blasters and opened fired. Suddenly, a wild Katjur appears! Running in from out of now where, he dives infront of the harm's way.
Kat takes the 29 dmg instead of Ossek
Aborbing the shots meant for Ossek. Kat falls to the floor after his heroicly foolish dive,
Kat moves -1 down the condition track, Kat is at -3 hp. Spending 1 FP to prevent death. Actions are: Move, Move, Swift (harms way). Reminder to use second wind asap next round Kat can act.
severely wounded.

Mara's attack slammed into the back of the thug. Not enough to down him, but a solid hit. She didn't have time to celebrate before a wild blaster bolt found her. A
Mara takes 14 dmg, -1 step on the condition track
searing pain rocks her body she he glimpses the attacker out of the corner of her eye. It was the thug Kat had been fighting before he flew across the room.

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Ossek roars with feral fury as Katjur takes the blaster bolt for her, striking the thug over the head, but somehow not killing him. As he shook off the hit Ossek stares for a moment in amazement before lashing out once more, the urge to avenge Katjur fueling her sword.

"Kat is down! We need medical help over here!" Ossek shouts back to the others, centering herself and ignoring her wounds she lashes out again at the Thug.


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Sucking in air, Katjur gasped for air as the pain laced through his body. He had acted on instinct more then anything else, charging from his place of relative safety to the aid of Ossek. She had extended herself and become a lone target, exposed to a barrage of blaster fire.

Pushing himself to his feet, Katjur roared and pointed his blaster at one of the men who had shot him, all thoughts of pacifism filtered from his mind as the red took over.




Mara Aragone, Zeltron Female Noble

~ The Sabre: Docking Access Hatch ~



Mara cries out in pain as she is badly burned by the blaster bolt and she rolls to her side. The enemy across the way that was being covered by Katjur suddenly was abandoned to leave her wide open to be shot.

She understands that the big guy needed to protect the Trandoshan from getting herself killed, but Mara is finding their tactics are not very good. Everyone spread out and exposed themselves to crossfires. And, she berates herself for stupidity for charging into the enemy ship too soon.

"We need to make sure we put the wounded ones down first to reduce their numbers. Some us cannot take much more of this."

Catching a second wind, she begins trying to recover from the injury and snaps a shot off at the one that shot her. She misses again and remains prone.


Luka Vorr, Human Male Scoundrel

The Sabre: Docking Access Hatch
Luka’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the others taking heavy fire. Katur had actually gone down, but incredibly, had pushed himself to his feet with a feral snarl. Even Ms. Aragone had taken fire in spite of the fact she had gone prone to the decking in order to present a small target.

He felt a rising urgency to take down the rest of their foes quickly, so they could regroup and give medical aid to those in need.

Luka squeezed one eye shut and took in a deep breath, aiming at the foe that was across the hall standing on the platform opposite. Then he squeezed the trigger of his slugthrower. The shot echoed with a loud crack.



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Oln Vizsla - Mando'ade/Miralukan Male Scoundrel

~ Sabre - Docking Access Hatch~

Though quicker than he expected Oln is not surprised by Kat going down, even if he came right back up. Getting shot happens but it tends to happen more often when one jumps in front of them. Maybe this would be a wake up call for the trianii. Still Oln curses the predictable fuzzball for getting himself hurt.

Oln levels his blaster at the pirate on his right and takes a second to wait for his shot. If they can clear the one side they'll be able to advance without taking shots in the back.


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