Kira knew she had little time left when the idea had hit her. She needed material....clothes and rags, as well as some green leaves and branches. She rushed around trying to find what she needed and set up in an empty building near the wall. When she received the call, she was almost ready.

"This is two....I'm working on it."

She piled the cloth in a pile near the a window and with her survival knife, used a match and lit the material on fire.

OOC: I just want to clarify a few points for the camp group.

Firstly this 'distraction' is meant to distract the skyhook, which is in low space orbit.  So anything you do needs to be big enough that any Imperials watching visually or on sensors actually notices!  A small fire won't even register or would be mistaken for a campfire.  Kira is considering a smoky fire but you'll need a LOT of smoke if you want it to be seen from orbit!!!!

Second this prison camp is full of prisoners.  Real estate is at a premium.  The only 'empty' building at present is the bunkhouse in the NE corner (under the big tree).  It is actually an alliance-controlled building but currently it's occupents have been stuffed into the two bunkhouses in the se that dyre is defending.

Also note that any 'distraction' big enough for the Imperials to notice is likely to garner an 'unfavourable' reactions by the unfriendly prisoners.  This is partly why Dyre is so busy preparing defences.

Troggog now has a single load of fist-sized objects loaded in his (untested) catapult.  Troggog could test this, use it as a distraction or save it for offensive/defensive purposes should Kira's distraction go bad.

Either way please note, the distraction is already overdue.  If you're going to accommodate Fiarr's order it will need to be done soon.  This means before the next GM post.

Kira gathered up a huge bundle of cloths and twigs and made her way over to the bunkhouse at the north end.  She had to trade stealth for expediency given her large loads and small timeframes.

Getting everything in position she went to work lighting the fire.  The matches in her survival kit quickly lit the cloth but the wood was proving more of a problem.  It was very green and wet and it smouldered, producing more smoke than fire.  While Kira didn't mind the smoke it was a concern the fire wasn't growing like she hoped.

She focused firmly on it, trying to fan the flames.  Her concentration was so focused she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice behind her.

"So what do we have here boys?"

Kira spun, and saw three prisoners moving towards her.  Two humans and a Weequay.  She didn't recognise any of them but given the looks in their eyes she didn't think them friendly.  The humans had a hunger in their eyes that made Kira shiver, the Weequay also looked hungry, but in a more literal sense.



OOC: Map updated.

Kira's failure to react emboldened the trio who moved to circle her.

"What's the matter?  I'm sure you'll. . ."

The human was interrupted by the other human who gasped.  "Shit, she's armed."  He immediately dived at Kira as he spotted one of her holstered blasters.
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Heigren sat in the tent as time ticked by and nothing seemed to be happening.  Finally he grunted and picked up his comms.

"Hey Two and Three.  What's happening out there?  Seems awfully quiet.  I thought we were having a ground-shattering kaboom?  Let me know okay?"

Dyre wandered over to look at Troggog's toy.

"Nice job.  Does it work?"

He noticed the soldier in the scout position instead of Kira.  He looked to Troggog.

"You seen Two recently?"  He pointed to the scout position in case the Ithorian didn't know who 'Two' was.

OOC: I am concerned about the exceptionally low posting rate in this thread.  All players are far below the 3 day posting deadline.  Dohr has valid reasons as his characters actions will keep him busy for the next few hours of gametime.

I ask that the rest of you please pick up your posting rate to something resembling the prescribed posting rate.  You will notice the situation in camp is deteriorating fast and will continue to do so if no action is taken.

If you have a genuine reason you can't post then notify me ASAP.

Peering out from his hole, Devon nodded to the two of Sivrens men who were guarding the exit.
In response to the puzzled look one of them gave him, he whispered.
"Yeah, one of the bikes failed an' I ended up taking the fast way back down... remind me to tell you some time."
He pointed to Troggog  "That the Ithorian who's been helping us?"

Leaving the rest of his kit - tools, most the weapons, his other clothes, bundled in a kitbag inside the hole - Devon pulled himself out the tunnel and approached Dyre and the Ithorian.  He nodded a greeting.
"You're Troggog, right?"  he asked.

Troggog found himself facing a human of average height with a slim build and short blonde hair.  By his accent, he's a corellian.  Theres a very fresh cut above one eye and another visible on one arm - along with some nasty bruising.  Currently Devon is dressed in the same dirty prison rags as everyone else.

"Call me Seven.  I'm in charge of the people who've been sent in here.  So whats the situation?"


OOC:  I finally get to talk to Troggog!  welcome to the game! :)
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Kira muttered a curse to herself at the men who found her...and the fact they had saw her armed made things even more difficult.

She knew that the diversion was now out the window....and she had to think fast. Smiling, she looked at the group. "Uuumm, hi." She then turned and ran, heading for the only people she knew were here...the ithorian and the soldier that had taken her spot. She cursed her luck...and enabled her comm.

"This is two..." She muttered as she ran. "I've been found out by locals. Faling back....a little extra help would be nice."
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The prisoner lunges for Kira's wrist but the bounty hunter is faster and nimbly side steps, spins and runs for it.  The prisoner grunts and begins chasing.

Kira doesn't look back and doesn't need to, she can hear the men in pursuit, so close she can practically feel their breath.  She calls into her comm for assistance as she runs but gasps as something strikes her squarely in the shoulder with such force she stumbles, but her natural agility lets her turn it into a tumble and keep running, losing only a little momentum.  Around 15m ahead of her she could see one of the Alpha Team soldiers training a group of soldiers to use spears.  Dyre she knew was to the south but a building seperated her from him.  She'd need to go around.

Over near the catapult, Dyre and Devon suddenly come alert when they hear the call.

Dyre looks around.  "Understood Two, what's your position?"  He looks to Troggog.  "Any idea where she is?"


Kira - 29/29VP 9/12WP

OOC:  Map updated.  Currently in combat rounds.  Dyre and Devon have no idea where Kira is right now.  Troggog, Kira spoke to you before she left on her mission so you have a rough idea where she is (i.e. near the house to the north of you.

Kira your stumble allowed the prisoners to catch right up to you.  Two of them are literally behind you.  The third you gather from the grumbles has lost a little ground.  You could run for Epsilon 10 who is fairly close (`15m) or head for the Talons though they are twice as far away and not in a straight line (there's a bunkhouse in the way

Pulling out of his daze, Troggog responded to Dyre, "Last I heard, she was preparing a distraction. I'm not sure where she is."

Turning to Devon, Troggog nodded and said, "If you insist, Seven. Seems everyone here always goes by their number, works well as cover I suppose. At any rate, Two is working on a distraction, I believe, meanwhile we're setting up some defenses and follow-ups. This pile of wood here is my catapult. Hasn't been tested yet, but I hope I accurately assembled the gears this time."

Troggog wasn't used to all this attention. For a moment, he wished he were back on Byss with Angus. Those were the days, just him and his best friend and no empire.

_{"Fall from orbit on a busted bike an' do I get to relax?  Take some time off?  Maybe have a beer?  Not me - no, I gotta go stop a prison riot or somethin'"}
Devon muttered to himself as he looked around.  No idea where Kira was, or how to reach her.  Therefore she would have to come to him.  He triggered his commlink.
"Two, this is Seven.  Can you reach the entrance tunnel?  we're there an' waitin' to take the heat off you."

Devon gripped something hidden beneath his prison garb.  He looked to Dyre.
"I got a stun-baton, what you packin'?  We're gonna want to keep this quiet - no gunfire.  Grab a rock to clobber 'em with if you ain't got anythin' else."
He glanced hurriedly around, trying to find a way to find a way to set up a credible ambush.
"We gather round Troggogs craft project here, we look busy.  Two runs straight to us, we whack any pursuers."

He turned to Troggog, still not sure how much he could rely on the Ithorian.
"You gonna help us with this?  If not, just don't get in the way, OK?"

Dohr stood up from his patient, took a deep breath and sighed. The operation was not over yet, but now was the time to take a break if ever. The Doc turned lifted his eyes from Mark to Trycson. ”He is stable now and we must continue in a few minutes. Take a breather, drink, but keep an eye on him. I will step outside to stretch my back and roll my shoulders. Prepare a new set of gloves and scrubs for me in the meanwhile.”

The Kel Dor removed took off his gloves, rolled them into a single ball and dropped them into a trash bin. He felt like having a drink… He never got drunk or smoked or used stims, but the weather, Mark’s situation and the stress of the operation was wearing him down. Outside air would have to do even if he’d never be able to experience it completely as it was due to his breathing apparatus.

About to step outside, Dohr heard Kira’s call for help in his ear. Sensing Private Trycson’s anxiety, he turned around and shook his head. ”Our task is to take care of him, the others will help Two. But I have to be sure we are not under immediate threat.” The Doc grabbed the vibroblade he’d been given before they’d entered the camp. He felt the weight in his hand and grimaced. It would be a major irony should he be forced to hurt someone with the blade before heading back in to save another life. He’d been through it before, but the contradiction never got easier. A healer and killer in the same package…

”E-Ten, Eleven, Twelve. Make sure Two gets to safety. Subdue her attackers, if possible. If not, drive them off or eliminate them. E-Thirteen, hold your position at the tunnel.”

Dohr limped to the fire and the huge tree stump in front of the tent to take a look. He wasn’t expecting anyone to attack him, but standing there in bloody clothes and with a blade in hand he probably would’ve scared off the least confident ones anyway. Yet he needed to be sure no one was coming in from the other direction too.

Kira knew they were close behind...the stumble cost her what little lead she had, and her shoulder, though not badly damaged, still slowed her. She knew that Epsilon 10 was closer, but she knew that there were others at the tunnel.

Grimacing, she mustered what little strength she had and ran as fast as she could towards the tunnel.

Dyre clicked his comm and spoke quickly.  "Belay that order.  Epsilon Ten and Twelve hold position, Eleven head for the tunnel."

Dyre wasn't sure why Dohr was giving orders on a situation he didn't understand but he didn't care right now.  Besides, Seven was standing next to him and he could countermand him if possible.  He moved for the tunnel gesturing Troggog to follow them.

"Just my blaster and a knife.  There's some sticks and spears at the tunnel if anyone needs a weapon."

Hold their positions?

Dohr cast another look at the fleeing Kira before she disappeared behind the tent. The Epsilons could move in behind Kira's pursuers and block their only possible escape route. Or Epsilon Ten at least. He couldn't see Twelve anywhere. Taking on three attackers with two or three defenders was in his book a worse situation than having twice the manpower and weapons. But the Doc wasn't going to interfere now as he saw Kira appear again from behind the tent. Dyre probably had a better view of the situation anyway.

Despite of having at least most of their people ready to stop the attackers, the Doc did not head inside yet. He needed to be sure none of the "enemy" got through the line of defenders. "Do what you have to, but do not get injured. I may not be able to help you if you do."

Troggog responded to Devon, "I'll help however I can. If you're here to rescue the Admiral, I'm honor-bound to assist."

Leaving his catapult for now, Troggog followed Dyre to the tunnel entrance.

Kira manages to stay ahead of the pursuers but the tiniest of margins.  She makes it to the entry hole, jumps it, tumbles and comes up facing the other way.

The two human prisoners chasing her came to an abrupt halt.  One, who had been focused on Kira nearly bowled straight into Dyre, the other spotting the reinforcements stopped a little before that.  The Weequay had given up the chase earlier and was near the corner of the house to the north.

The comm net crackled with an unfamiliar voice.  "Epsilon Thirteen requesting rules of engagement."


OOC: E13 is the scout hidden in Fiarr's hide and weilding a sniper rifle.  The prisoners haven't spotted him.  One prisoner is in melee range of Dyre, one is not far from Devon, the other is a further 10m back.  Map updated

"Eight here. Seven has the command. I must return to my task."

The Doc took a quick last look around and headed back inside to carry on with the operation.

Puffing and sitting on the ground, the woman winced and breathed out a soft word. "hi..."

She held her side as she looked on at what was to happen next

Rules of engagements??  Right.
Devon realized he surely had only a moment before the enemy was right on top of him - if Kira did her job and lead them here - time to get a plan in place.

"Put down hard an' fast..  no gunfire if we can avoid it, but none of 'em walk away.  Epsilon 10, maybe you circle round an' cut off their escape?"

Devon turned as Kira sprinted round the end of the tent and straight towards him.  The first of her persuers nearly crashed straight into Dyre, and that was fine with Devon.  A nice prison melee with no gunfire was exactly what he wanted.

"Take 'em." he growled.

Devon lunged toward the nearest man, stabbing his stun baton straight towards his opponents gut.

Devon drew his bat and lunged forward but the prisoner, having seen he was outnumbered had already turned on his heels and started to run.  Epsilon Eleven was quicker off the mark but failed to hit with his unfamiliar spear.  Devon rushed off in pursuit.

The prisoner who'd nearly collided with Dyre, knowing he couldn't run took a swing at the commando who effortlessly parried with his spear.

Epsilon Ten, responding to Devon's calls took two of his trainees and rushed after the Weequay.  They managed to cut him off before he could get too far and the trio hemmed in on him.  He began yelling for help.

Epsilon Thirteen, held his position.  He trained his sniper rifle on the human Devon was chasing.  "Can take your target lead, just say the word."


OOC:  At present the Weequay is being hemmed in by E10 and two of his spear trainees.  The prisoner is screaming for his colleagues to help.  Another human is running with Devon in pursuit.  He'll run into E10's group in a round or two.  E13 currently has a line of sight on this prisoner.  The final prisoner is in melee with Dyre.  Troggog, Kira and E11 could attack this prisoner next round.  Alternately E11 could join the chase with Devon.

All updated on roll20.

Epsilon 11 moved quickly and slipped in behind the prisoner, preventing escape.  The prisoner looked around in surprise, causing him to drop his guard.  His punishment was a firm whack with the butt end of the spear Dyre was carrying.

Devon continued running hard.  He managed to close the gap on his prey and drew close enough to use his stun baton again.

The Weequay pushed through the cordon and kept running, despite numerous thrusts at him by friendly prisoners and Epsilon 10.  The whole way the Weequay screamed.  "Help, the bastards are attacking!"

At the next structure over a pair of Wookies looked up at the noise and a Weequay popped out of the door to see what the commotion was about.



OOC: Roll20 updated.  One prisoner is effectively flanked by E11 and Dyre.  A second has Devon in melee range.  The Weequay is under assault by three but is screaming loudly and he is attracting attention from other unfriendly prisoners.

Kira, Devon, Troggog, need to keep up.  Combat rounds are a 2 day turn around.  You don't post you don't act (or I leave you on 'autopilot', essentially continue whatever you were doing).

Heigren can you post too, though you can't do much?  Dohr is excused as he is busy making with the leg chopping

As he hurdled the corner of a tent, Devon began to wonder if this guy was doing to him exactly what Kira had done to them - leading his attacker into an ambush...
But no, he could see others of his team up ahead, surrounding the weequay.  He had friends nearby.

Encouraged, Devon put on a burst of speed and managed to close enough jab the stun baton at his opponents back.

"Someone shut that weequay up!" he snarled into his commlink

Troggog, without his gear, went back to his old instincts from when he was in a slave camp. He dived towards the nearest of the prisoners for a tackle.