The Story Continues

[treanten]

(So Do I do this roll then wait for everyone to post another round?)


Reflex: 19+7=26

[Kironome]

Tre'anten, please take 11 damage to your vitality and then go ahead and take your turn

[treanten]

Guessing I do vitality and stuff on the character page, since I can;t think of where else I'd do it ^^;

Tre' thought for sure that he had his trajectory right, and was surprised when he collided with something large. Had he been attacked by the stranger?
Once on the ground, he saw what had happened. Had he and Jab-Jab had the same idea? Rotten luck, he couldn't help but smile about it though.
He was pleased to find that he hadn't lost his long sword, and by some stroke of miracle had not killed himself or Jab-Jab with it. Judging by the way his head hurt, he probably had an enormous lump where he'd smacked it against... Jab-Jab's head, perhaps?
He looked up at the land-speeder where Misha was doing something, though he didn't know what. Disabling it perhaps?
Tre' leaped to his feet, preparing himself for anything that could happen, holding his sword before him in a stance he'd been taught that could switch easily between defense and attack depending on the need. Having the feeling that something was amiss, he listened carefully to the happenings around him.

Listen 18+6=24

[Koth Melan]

Koth noticed the timer ticking down and noticed what Misha was trying to do.
He wasn't sure what that timer was going to do, but he certainly didn't want to find out.

He attempted to buy some time for Misha and draw attention away from his recovering party members off to the side.
He points his blaster at the Sith and yells to get his attention, "Freeze!"

He could tell the man was powerful; it emanated from him. His best bet was to trick him, but if that didn't work, at least it would provide Misha the time needed to stop that timer.

"You better explain yourself, if you know what's good for you"

Intimidate Check:
9 + 6 = 15

[Jab-Jab Rawocky]

Jab-Jab grunted as she collided with Tre'. Owsa, she thought grumpily, disappointed with their joint failure. She nodded to Tre' as she stood up, apologetic. How can we get him under our control? He might be too powerful for us to sneak up on. Jab-Jab was a little distraught about what to do, when she had a crazy idea.

As soon as she got her feet under her again, Jab-Jab pulled out her blaster, grappling spike still attached, and shot at the stranger. It's maniacal, sure, but maybe crazy enough to work. Work how, exactly, Jab-Jab was still unsure. Hopefully he would at least fall over.

Attack: 8 + 6 = 14
Damage (if needed [for grappling spike?!]): (1D8) 7

[Kironome]

When Misha touched the speederbike, fortunately he could not locate a power source small enough to power any possible bomb, but unfortunately the power source he did locate was the portable power generator powering the speederbike, a power source much to large for a single Jedi to drain.

The Zabrak seemed to be perfectly at ease. His lips curled slightly into a malicious grin at the Bothan's suggestion to "freeze". He was thinking about all the many easy and deliciously fun ways he could hurt or torture the various members of the hodge-podge group that stood before him he almost didn't notice the grappling hook being shot at him from behind.

The shot went slightly wide. The Zabrak stepped slightly further away. His face became stony for a moment, then in a quick motion he thrust his hand out ward and brought the end of the grappling hook into his hand and pulled, hard.

"Is this the best you can muster?" he asked, clearly trying to appear bored. "If you can't offer any more entertainment than this, I think i'll just go ahead and start to fillet your pretty kitty over there" he said while licking his lips in a grotesque manner, taking a couple of steps in Tre'anten's direction. His eyes darted to the computer console on the speederbike for a fraction of a second. 18 Seconds to go he noted to himself.

The speederbike was making noises, but not that of a bomb. It simply seemed as if the engines were finally starting to come online. The craft started to hover slightly and vibrate with power.

[Misha]

Not a bomb, then. thought Misha. Damn it.

With this new-found knowledge, Misha decided that a more direct approach might be necessary. His lightsaber hummed as he raised it above his head, glowing purple, and plunged it two-handed towards the control panel of the speeder bike.

"How's this for entertainment, Sith scum?!"

Attack Roll: 15 + 9 = 24! :-D
Damage (if I hit, I figured it was easier to roll and see if the roll was needed: (2d8+1) 2+4+1=7

[treanten]

Tre' couldn't help a small growl at the distasteful image of being filleted.
He debated his options; attack first (but knowing his recent luck, that wouldn't end well), or wait for their unfriendly horned opponent to make the first move. That didn't strike him as the best idea either.
Making up his mind, stayed close to the speeder and Misha, keeping his strongest stance. He realized he was better at defending himself and getting out of the way than he was at attacking first.

[Koth Melan]

Slightly piqued by the man's response, Koth snarled.
He saw the man turn and approach Tre'.

Tre' had just taken some damage from that collision; and he could tell that Sith would not be kind.

"Hey, I don't believe we are done here!" Koth yelled as he fired his blaster at the Sith, hoping to draw his attention yet again.

Koth took his chance while the man was turned to Tre', taking precise aim.

Attack:
13 + 2(Flank) +1(Precise Aim)+7(Ranged Attack Bonus) = 23!

Damage (Maybe? ) = 4+7+2 = 13

[Jab-Jab Rawocky]

Jab-Jab was jerked off balance when the man had pulled on her blaster. It tugged out of her hands, and Jab-Jab followed it to the ground.

"Ohf!" she grunted as she hit the ground for the second time that day. She spit the dirt out of her mouth and looked up and around, not quite sure what to do what with the swordfight and the blasterfire. She didn't want to get caught in any crossfire. Maybe he would trip over her?

[Kironome]

The Zabrak turned on Misha, clearly pissed. "You'll pay for that" he said in a cold, quite voice as the speederbike's HUD fizzled and sparked, clearly destroyed. He moved toward Misha, raising his lightsaber above his head and cut downward

Attack: [dice=20+13]
Damage: [dice=8+2][dice=8+2]

Moments after, Koth's blaster fire hit him in the back. However, as the laser fire hit him, is seemed to spread over the entirety of the Zabrak's back, and he stiffened and then shivered slightly. He appeared almost to have enjoyed the blaster shot, absorbing the energy rather than being hurt by it.

He turned back to Koth, flashing him a look that could kill...if looks could kill that is. Paying no more attention to the group around him, he pulled out a small device from his pocket and mashed a few buttons, looking down.
Misha, go ahead and take 10 Dmg to Vitality. Since this is lightsaber damage, the damage isn't decreased by your armor.[rand=4148310778179981903918459351259898411119947106815715767806997927]

[Misha]

Momentarily staggered by the blow, Misha shook his head and thought to himself, Maybe it would have been better to let this one escape.

Shaking his head, he looked at the Zabrak, pushing buttons on some sort of panel. Whatever he was doing, it couldn't be good for the rest of the group.

Bringing his lightsaber to bear, he took advantage of the Zabrak's distraction, and the fact that his back was turned, and swung his lightsaber in a great arc at the Sith standing before him.

Attack: 11+9+2=22 (Roll+Attack Bonus+Flanking)

Damage(?): 6+7+1=14 (2d8+1)

[treanten]

It was worrisome that Koth's blaster had no effect. Maybe all non-physical attacks would have the same sort of effect. He hoped not, as he watched Misha charge in for an attack. With any luck, a lightsaber was just physical enough to work.
Quickly changing his attention to the device, Tre' ran a quick search through his traveler's knowledge of various worlds to see if he could identify what ever it was. Perhaps it was not something he had ever seen.

world lore knowledge: 9+8=17

[Koth Melan]

Koth was frustrated now, but kept his cool.
It was obvious this man was beyond the groups power, it may now be best to escape and regroup.

Keeping his blaster drawn, he watched the carefully as the Sith began toying with the new machine.

"Misha, Tre, Jab-Jab, this isn't working; we need to regroup." he exclaimed.

He awaited the groups response with a sense of urgency; time may be running short.

[Jab-Jab Rawocky]

"Why were you running away from us, sir?" Jab-Jab asked from the ground, looking up at him. "Where are you going? Are you Sith?"