The Big Hit (Day 6, Late Evening)

[Raven Cadera]

Stowing away the grenade in a pouch, Raven's hands were freed up and she took aim at the poor unsuspecting trooper. It would seem like the Imps were now caught between her and the clones - or so she assumed at least.

It was a clean and effective shot. Yes. It was better this way to just not think about things, and just let herself be a weapon.

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Maneuver: Stow away looted grenade
Maneuver: Aim (2 strain)
Action: Sneaky Pew!

D6 LE Big Hit. Round 5. Ranged: Heavy vs unsuspecting trooper at Short. +1B Aim, +1B from Tranq eating the sarge.: 1eP+2eA+2eB+1eD 2 successes, 4 advantage


9 Base + 1 Point Blank + 2 Successes = 12 Damage before Soak
3 Advantages to recover 3 Strain
1 Advantage to Boost next PC

Wound treshold: 6/16 (2 stims used)
Strain treshold: 3/12 (reduced from 13 by Obligation)

Soak 5
Ranged Defense 1
Melee Defense 1

[Honor]

Solork, as Tranq finishes the Sergeant, seeing few other better options rushes the final trooper with his blade ready. Cutting into the man, the wound cutting deep.

Solork's Ghost of Christmas Past, Ancient Sword: 1eP+3eA+2eD 3 successes, 1 advantage


2 Advantage to take cover.

[Honor]

Raven took down the trooper she saw, hearing some more blaster fire outside before it seemed to come to a quick close. Silence was almost deafening save for the dwindling sound of blaster bolts that were heard coming from inside.

Meanwhile.. inside the sergeants body slumps as the hot anger turned to fury turned to despair, to hate, to a lifeless sheen that turned the eyes vacant.

However, the fight wasn't quite done yet as the last trooper watched the sergeant go down, shouting, "No! You MONSTERS!" he shouted, pulling back down the hall in the way opposite that Raven went and attempting to cover his retreat by firing off some blaster bolts at Solork while he retreated. Trying his best to rush down the hall with a severe limp, out of sight from Tranq as the blaster bolt takes down Solork.

Group 2 vs Solork: 3eA+1eD+3eS 4 successes, 1 threat


Solork Critical: 1d100 25

[Tranq Sayzin]

A flourish of the spear-blaster to both whip away the blood from the blade and point the barrel of the rifle the correct way, the Karkarodon took after the running storm trooper. There wasn't any noise, only dispassionate determination. He would not stop until these stormtroopers were dead. After all, it was a frenzy of violence, and he was a weapon of precise destruction.

[Honor]

Rounding the corner he found the red line drawn on the floor, Solork's slash had struck true and the soldier running in his panic and adrenaline induced state bled out not long beyond exiting view.

[Tranq Sayzin]

The Karkarodon was awash in Conflict. Even if his own reasoning to execute the sergeant seemed sound, it was still a wound in the Force, to inflict such a thing on the soul. Holstering the Spear Blaster, he moved back into the room. Walking past Claymore first, he knelt, and injected the Aarkanian Offshot with a stim pack. Once done, he would do the same to Solork.

[Honor]

[+10 Conflict to Tranq due to the nature of killing the Sergeant]

[Solork Tan]

Solork stirs, wincing as the second stim brings him up, barely.

"Is it over?"

[Raven Cadera]

Lowering her rifle, Raven moved to the opening to see what the situation was like outside, while speaking over her comm to the others. "Any backup coming your way has been dealt with. Seems like... we got this."

[Claymore Frost]

"Dude, what happened?" He sits on the wall beside the door.

[Solork Tan]

"I mean, we probably shouldn't jinx it." Sol slowly starts to bring himself to his feet, feeling a lingering wound catch him as he walked.

That's going to take some healing time.

"Comrade Tranq, offer us some warning next time you are about to start. I thought we were waiting for the others to get into position. Don't bite my head off." Sol looks over the mangled body of the Sergeant. "Perhaps that was a poor choice of words"

[Honor]

Outside, Raven was greeted by the other clones. Up close was the Arc Trooper Lucky who gave a wave with the blaster pistols to hand. "We got everything covered out here, you all alright in there?" he asked Raven when she appeared.

In front of them were two surrendered troopers and the rest, about 6, including the one Raven took down, lay in the sand.

[Raven Cadera]

"Su cuy'gar," she greeted the clone. "Backups been taken care of at least."

Holstering the rifle, she spoke over the comm to the others. "Clay, Tranq, Solork. What's the status over there?"

[Solork Tan]

"Tranq neutralized the last of them. Frost and I are pretty banged up, but we are walking again. How much time do we have?" Sol responds. "Do we know how far the alert went?"

[Claymore Frost]

He pulls his helmet off. "My head is killing me.... I need more armor, fighting in Pit Crew Coveralls is not gonna cut it."

[Raven Cadera]

"Communications got knocked out?" she asked the Arc trooper, but she felt pretty confident about the answer. The Clones seemed competent and skilled, with good teamwork. Of course they'd get the job done - they were genetically Mandalorians, and according to the rumors had recieved Mandalorian training.

[Honor]

"Rox here was all too happy to take it down that he almost blasted it before you guys even got in there," he said, glancing over at the trooper.

Rox, walking up with his barrel still cooling down a bit on the gatling-blaster, "Yea, well, Lad got the connection cut briefly but we weren't really sure it'd stick or hold so I scrapped the transceiver with some high quality explosives. They won't be sending any signals from here anytime soon."

[Raven Cadera]

Raven chuckled. "Pretty good work." And tapping the comm again; "situation's under control. Went smoothly and the transciever's been... uh, blown to smithereens, I guess is the right word. Place is blacked out communication-wise. Get the wounded stimmed up and we'll sweep the place."

[Tranq Sayzin]

"I mean, we probably shouldn't jinx it." Sol slowly starts to bring himself to his feet, feeling a lingering wound catch him as he walked.

That's going to take some healing time.

"Comrade Tranq, offer us some warning next time you are about to start. I thought we were waiting for the others to get into position. Don't bite my head off." Sol looks over the mangled body of the Sergeant. "Perhaps that was a poor choice of words"

"They weren't going to pay us." He replied with dispassionate separation, looking at the carnage. His arm came up, wiping away some of the sergeants blood from his mouth. "It was clear they were already going to execute Randy, and Captain Tux." His assessment was cold, calculating. "I acted quickly because if there wasn't decisive action, it would cost too many lives."

He walked to the dead sergeant. Knelt down, and took her vibroknife. "But you're right. I should have given you some heads up." A slight grin. "It worked out in the end."

Hearing the chatter over the comlink, he nodded. "Any excess weapons should be delivered to the resistance. We might need it soon."

[Solork Tan]

"Well, if we have time, I want to know one thing: if this is a research base, just what were they researching?" Sol looks over at Frost.

"Do you think you can get their records?"