Local Time Equivalent - 3 A.M.

The blissful silence and peace of sleep are rudely interrupted by the muffled sound of an explosion, followed by the not-so-subtle sounds of the penthouse's fire alarm.

Everyone should roll Perception checks to see if they are able to wake up and make sense of things quickly.

Aadun wakes up and shakes his head.  It only takes him a moment to get over the usual confusion of being woken up in the middle of the night.  He steps out of bed and pulls on his clothes before quickly grabbing his weapon and bag.  He will head out into the hallway once this is done.

OOC: You rolled 25 using 1d20+8 ((17)).

[Private to The Force: That's the plan anyway.  If I don't have time for some of that, I will edit the post.]

Some kind of explosion woke Kala up in the middle of the night, and she quickly tossed on some clothing, and grabbed her belt that had the blaster pistol on it, before heading outside, wondering what that loud explosion was.

22:59, Today: Kala Jorn rolled 15 using 1d20+9 with rolls of 6. Perception check.

In the darkness of night Narik’s skin shone but any light it generated failed to reach his grey eyes. At the sound of an explosion his eyes were cold. He sat up in his bed twisted his hips and bent his knees to get himself off his bed and into a low fighting stance. Although no danger presented itself the mystery of the unknown put him on guard.

”Curses, what’s happened” he spat the words out through gritted teeth as he rushed out of his room blasters in his hands.

16:57, Today: Narik rolled 23 using 1d20+08 with rolls of 15. Perception.

Enraptured in the world of restless dreams, Joron Sarrus tossed and turned well into the night. It was neither a person nor a conscious act of will that wrought salvation from that which plagued him... but the waves of discord that emanated throughout the penthouse suite. As though pressed from the very shock waves of the explosion, Sarrus' dark eyes snapped open with worry! With an ensuing surge of adrenaline to aid his journey, his fingers pressed firmly into the plush bed's mattress as his legs sprang and swung. As dark silk billowed in an artificial breeze, his hands then moved to claim the one item that could aid in his safety. Without so much as calling out questions of how, what or why, he raced toward his door to investigate what awaited him outside...

16:05, Today: Joron Sarrus rolled 22 using 1d20+9 with rolls of 13. Perception.

The common room of the suite is filled with smoke and the wall from Varis's suite has been blown inward, creating a field of debris, much of it burning. The fire-suppression system engages, spraying the entire room with a non-toxic fire-retardant foam. The same should be happening in the remains of Varis's rooms, but the system has been too damaged and it continues to burn uncontrollably.