After the Desolator had dragged the Handree into its massive hangar area and the Rebel starship was flooded with stormtroopers and portable sensor units it was only a matter of time before the hiding Rebels were discovered. Desperately they destroyed what was left the computers and consoles. Wrecking them and all the vital Rebel intel they contained. Surrounded by stormtroopers what resistance they could muster was futile. Eventually everyone was captured and relieved of their weapons, manacled with binders and escorted out of the Handree into the docking bay.

The cavernous bay was filled with stormtroopers and Imperial officers lined in rigid rows. Standing at the head of the massive array of men was a tall, hunched man with large, grey bushy eyebrows. From Alliance holo-files the Imperial officer is easily recognisable as Admiral Grendreed of the Imperial Navy.

As you waited impotently a sensor engineer came out of the gunship carrying a black box. More Imperial engineers bustled around the box and plugged it into a computer deck. Something important must have been on the black box and urgent calls for the Admiral ensued. The Admiral viewed the computer screen, looked at you and smiled wickedly. He then handed the black box to one of his staff officers and said in a deep voice "load the last set of hyperspace coordinates listed on this cold storage box into the ship's navigation system and then delete all information from the box. We'll visit this Rebel planet personally. No need to inform the Navy of this until after the job is done, understand?" the officer only smiled and quickly left the docking bay in a turbolift.

After this the Admiral crossed the bay to the Rebels. Admiral Grendreef was a very tall man. His shoulders permanently stooped as he spent much of his life leaning down to talk to people "you are prisoners of the Empire. You are charged with sedition, treason, murder, theft, smuggling, destruction of Imperial property and various petty crimes too numerous to mention" he then turned to his lead sergeant "put them in a shuttle. We will continue this conversation down on the base, where I have better ...facilities... at my disposal" he then turned to another officer "have the ship ready for hyperspace in two hours. Make sure the planetary bombardment ordnance is fully operational"

Sixteen stormtroopers then lead the Rebels into a shuttle. Inside the shuttle each Rebel was confined to individual cells. Their manacles were not removed and each cell was secured in front by a blue-tinged force field. After what felt like too long the transport shuttle blasted off, although of course no-one could see the fact but felt it as the ship hummed and vibrated.

---

---

'Cruk.' Lyla concluded.

She'd rampaged about the ship, spending a lot of her remaining ordnance on obliterating the Handree's remaining computers and memory stores and even some personal effects. It was, if nothing else, very cathartic and she expelled her frustrations and fears in the destructive rage.

But when the Imperials finally came for her, she went unresisting: no struggles, no shootouts, no fights to the death. Because, when it came right down to it, she would always choose life. She wouldn't waste her life while she still had a glimmer of hope of survival, just as she had when she'd trekked the burning Bright Lands and the freezing Nightlands. She tried to console herself with the old Twi'leki proverb, to ride the storm rather than try to defeat it. It didn't make her feel any better, and she tried to cover her dread of what would befall her in Imperial hands.

She settled instead for complaining, cursing, and common snark against the Imperials, trying to maintain her defiance. When the bloody black box came, she'd cried 'Oh, come on!' They'd dropped frag grenades and blaster fire on that thing, but it was designed to survive a starship crash. No joy. But something was going on here. Deleting all information, not informing the Navy? There seemed that glimmer of hope. Isis should be being evacuated by now, with Rebels on full alert. Maybe they'd have a chance against the Desolator, and just maybe keep their secret.

But they had less hope. Lyla listened calmly as her list of charges was read out, then protested 'Hey, I never smuggled!' She guessed her time as a petty thief had been largely forgotten, or entirely overshadowed by the whole Rebellion thing. It was the Empire falsely accusing her last time that had put amongst the Rebels anyway. She commented to her fellow prisoners with half a smile 'Well, looks like they've forgotten that silly solicitation charge...'

Then she was in a detention cell at an Imperial naval base. She could have laughed; she never had been able to reach that prison on Felucia, and now here she was inside one. Instead, she was trying her damnedest not to cry.

'Cruk.' she said again for emphasis.

She tried the obvious: slipping her hands out of the binder cuffs. Hey, she was flexible, as her dancing days had showed. She twisted, writhed, squished. Nope.


OOC: Acrobatics: escape bonds, DC 25? Yeah, no.
20:18, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 8 using 1d20+5. acrobatics.

"If it's any consolation it looks like genocide didn't make the cut either." Tera tested her bonds trying to figure out a way to get out of them. "Beyond just asking a guard to take them off me....I've no idea how we're going to get out of this. Do you?"

The situation and quickly deteriorated and know they had lost everything.
The ship, the medical supplies... and most certainly the position of the rebel base.

He really hoped they had begun the evacuation as they left the place...

But for them... there was little hope.

He also checked the manacle, but there was little room to try to pick the locks...
"No idea either... maybe T3 managed to stay inside as one of the ship's droids?"

20:45, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 26 using 1d20+8. checking surrounding perception.

20:44, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 24 using 1d20+14. mechanic ? ^^.

20:44, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 11 using 1d20+3. acrobatics.

In the cell the Rebels made attempts to escape their bonds but all seemed futile. The manacles and their anchors set into the floor were either too tight or too strong for any of them to break free. Then as hope fades the shimmering force field comes down. Realising that a visitor is coming all hope is lost as Admiral Grendref entered the cell followed by four security guards dressed in black. Grendref peered around the room, looking for a suitable victim. Eventually and with typical Imperial anti-alien sentiment he signalled the guards to unshackle Lyla.

The four security guards then lead Lyla out of the cell and after Admiral Grendref walked out the force field came back to life.

---

In the hangar stormtroopers continued their search of the Handree. By side the starship and overlooked was an old T3 droid. The single eye of the oddly painted droid looked around as T3-M8 decided how it might help its companions.

---

It was a short walk along a single tunnel before Lyla was led into a dark chamber, lit only by harsh red lights. The shadows of many odd instruments and tools filled the room. Lyla recognises none of them. There are four armed stormtroopers here as well as Admiral Grendref and two security guards.

"Strap her in" the Admiral commanded the stormtroopers who immediately grabbed Lyla and strapped her into a cold metal chair. "I would like to introduce you to IT-O 26 Interrogation Droid. I believe you are destined to become quite good friends."

The Interrogator Droid advanced, its twin hypodermic needles targeted for Lyla's neck "there are some things that I would like to know about your Rebellion..."

Rynn tapped his manacles on the wall of the cell. "Yeah... this is going well for us." He said with a sigh.

He shot up, or tried to, when the field came down and Lyla was escorted out. "I'd yell after them to take me instead... but I have a feeling we will all be getting a chance. Hopefully I'll go last and one of you will break first... they won't try so hard when they get what they want." He said, laying his head back against the wall.

Then, after a long time of waiting probably designed to make them stew and fill them with dread, they came back. And Lyla knew this was for something bad. She lost her nerve then, when Grendreef pointed at her. She felt cold knives of terror stabbing in her back, the flight instinct, like she was an animal being chased by a predator, being brought down by claw and fang. As the Stormtrooper thugs unshackled her and roughly dragged her out, she struggled valiantly, desperately, and futilely, demanding them to let her go, declaring her innocence, and just wanting to stay in her damn cell.

But they took her out anyway.

Feeling like a dead Twi'lek walking, Lyla gripped the beads of her story-chain, tracing her fingers along the carved symbols. With each one, she remembered her life, her deeds and loves, her past; she remembered her family, the Rahn clan, the harsh and beautiful world of Ryloth that had made her strong and resilient. She'd survived worse than this, hadn't she? She murmured prayers to the Goddess, to give her strength to endure and adapt. By the time she found herself in the dark room, she'd found her courage again. I am a reed in the water. The wind shall blow and I shall bend but I will not break. I am a reed in the wind... I will not break. I am a reed...

'Hiya.' she said with as much good cheer as she could muster to the droid who would be torturing her today. Why did it have to be a droid? A sentient she could reason with.

Trying to ignore it, and the advancing needle points, she answered Grendreef, trying to maintain her courage through flippancy 'Well, you could always attend a meeting, get a pamphlet. There's a bake-sale coming up— What do they do? I'm not a big fan of needles...' she said, suddenly changing topic on Grendreef. She twisted her head to look at the oncoming needles, seeing how much head and neck movement she had.

And know it begins... the painful part where they go, one after another, to another room to be tortured until they say anything to make it stop.

The fact they probably would have more than one turn each at this 'interrogation' does nothing to improve Klyn's mood.

Their only hope lies with the possibility that T3 is still free... and that he can reach them before they are all too wounded and weak to move.

Klyn sighs deeply.

The odds aren't good.

Tera tried her shackles, but was very aware the only way she'd be getting out of them was if someone took them off.

Just as if nothing strange had happened, or that it had not taken a considerable amount of time to successfully infiltrate the base and it's existing service droids the still familiar T3-M8 rolls into the prison area along with a pair of other maintenance and cleaning bots, passing by the guarding storm troopers as if they were so much wall decoration.  For a few minutes it seems as if the droid has actually been converted into imperial service as it accompanies the other two significantly more generic looking ones through the simple system checks and the odd spot cleaning where a blood splatter still darkens the floors.

Only after the tasks are done an the other two depart does any differentiation become obvious as the T3 droid returns to the security system that it may have spent just a few moments extra while checking through the maintenance protocols such that powering down the force field is the work of but a moment's time, as well as opening up the local arms locker intended to be accessed only by the storm trooper guards.

As the Rebels began to despair and thoughts of the torture Lyla would be suffering made them desperate then the familiar sight of T3-M8 appeared at the cell's doorway. Within a few beeps the archaic droid had the blue force field deactivated and the magnetic locks on their manacles clicked as they shut off.

By the time the remaining Rebels had broke free and rubbed the circulation back into their numb limbs T3-M8 had already trundled down a long corridor passed three more prison cells. All of which were empty. At the end of the corridor the T3 droid opened a supply closet. In the closet were four blaster pistols, ten medpac, a vibroblade, three glow rods and six complete sets of stormtrooper armour.

From the supply closet a rough tunnel led into a mine dung out by Ugnaughts decades ago. Back passed the prison cells the corridors split left and right. To the left was the stormtrooper checkpoint and the hangar with the Handree. To the right going deeper into the prison area and the Interrogation Chamber where Lyla was being tortured.

---

Strapped in it was a struggle for Lyla to see anything but the face of Admiral Grendreef. The big man towered over her and the twi'lek's humour failed to raise any smile from the Imperial. A wave of his hand signalled the droid to move closer, which Lyla noticed only by shadows over her shoulder. Then the prick of the needle as the Interrogation droid began to drug her.

"Rebel scum" Grendreef leaned in "your secrets will come, you choose how much pain do you wish to suffer first".

OOC Lyla make an Endurance check to avoid giving away information!
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Tough crowd. Lyla thought bitterly as she didn't get a rise out of Grendreef. She winced as the needle jabbed into her neck, her skin crawling and stomach turning. She felt sick just at the thought of it. What the hell kind of crap were they sticking into her? Drugs, poisons, something to make her ill and weak? A fake to scare her? Shit in her veins. She had to keep her head, stay focused, stay strong. I am a reed in the wind. 'Just a little prick, huh?' she said, looking defiantly Grendreef in the eye, her lip curling in a smile. 'You must get that a lot.' Because provoking him into killing her seemed like a really good idea right now.

I am a reed in the wind. I will bend but I will not break. I will not break. 'You want secrets? Pain? Alright. I'll talk. As a girl I was locked in a refrigeration unit as a heatstorm incinerated my entire family. It raged for hours. The coolers failed and after the freezing, I started to cook. I wasn't always orange. I cut my knuckles busting out. I gathered what remained from the ashes and bones of my clan.'

'Then I trekked across the burning deserts of the Brightlands, the endless day-side of Ryloth. No shadows, light so bright it blinds. With sunburn and heatstroke, I walked. I walked until my feet were calloused and bleeding, my skin was cracked and peeling. I sheltered in caves and crevices. I barely slept, I had to keep watch for gutkurrs and lyleks. I scraped fungi off rocks, sucked water from springs, and gnawed on the bones of carcasses left by beasts. I survived.'

'Then I took the Nightlands, the eternal night-side. Ice so cold it burns, forests of crystals razor sharp. I shivered and sneezed. Guess what, I survived there too.'

'Later I lived on the streets, around spaceports, in the alleys, and in the gutter. I stowed away on ships, hiding in crates and equipment for hours, all folded up. I stole and scrounged for credits and food. Left-overs nicked from bins. I did whatever I had to to survive. I'm not ashamed.'

'That's why the Empire will fall and the Rebels will win. Because we have suffered more. There is nothing you can do that won't turn more people against you, no level of suffering you can inflict that won't make us stronger or more determined.'

She went on, staring at Grendreef with reckless defiance. 'I have been in crashing starships and sandcrawlers. I have been shot by blasters, stabbed by knives, and slashed by claws. I've looked death in the eye. I have walked in sweltering jungles, freezing ice, and burning deserts. I walked naked beneath the twin suns of Tatooine. I have walked through hell and back. I have known hunger and discomfort, delirium and sleeplessness, agony and suffering, freezing cold and burning heat.'

'So I choose Pain. She's an old friend of mine.' And how could she break now, after that? It was a promise to herself, a vow, a reminder that she could go on, and on, and on.

I am a reed in the wind.


OOC: Hello trained skill and a natural 20! And that's the first time ever I've had to use it. :D
10:50, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 29 using 1d20+9. endurance.
I'm claiming Fringe Savant to gain a free temporary Force Point to use in this encounter.
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Tera looked at the supply closet and at her fellow prisoners. "We could pretend to be stormtroopers? I don't think it would end well, but we should try to get Lyla." Tera suggested as she started putting on the gear.

Klyn nearly kissed T3's metallic head as he freed him.
"Little one, you are an impressive lad ! I'm ashamed to have ever doubted you"

Once they are all free, they start talking about what to do next.

"I believe it's our only option. There is no other way we could even try to move here without being stopped.  With this and a bit of luck we will at least be able to free Lyla. Once she is safe, we can talk about how to get out of here without being  caught in the tractor beam again."

And he quickly begins to put the stormtrooper armor. Not used to such things, he feels a bit clumsy.

Rynn smirked at the closet. He'd have to buy the droid an oil bath for this. "We could attempt to disarm the beams... or just board a Imp shuttle leaving and stow away." He picked up one of the blaster pistols and made sure it was charged and ready to go. "Oh, and I'd like to get my stuff back. Any clue where it's being kept Tee-three?"

"We go in there guns blazing or does someone want to try to silence whoever is in there with the blade. If we go loud, things are going to get complicated for us."

The overbearing Imperial Admiral, the stormtroopers and the Interrogation droid failed utterly to intimidate Lyla or drug her. Defiantly Lyla resisted all their attempts. Admiral Grendreef, was slow to anger however. Whatever Lyla told him he nodded and accepted it "oh we haven't finished yet" he warned her. In his eyes Lyla could see he was a nasty man and his thirst to prove himself more than the lesser known officer he was strong.

He stepped away and circled the interrogation chair, Lyla could tell he was pacing behind her as his voice strayed "you will break like they all do" he warned.

---

Whilst hiding the closet the Rebels hear nothing outside and hastily begin to don the armour. The armour is awkward to wear but give them the comfort of being able to blend in. Blaster pistols also picked up it was time to decide which way to go. Thoughts of what torture their friend Lyla must be suffering lingered darkly in their minds.

OOC After such a great performance last round I'll give Lyla a free round before she gets injected again.

Those who put on stormtrooper armour will suffer -2 Armour Check Penalty on Attack rolls, Acrobatics, Climb, Endurance, Initiative, Jump, Stealth and Swim. But on the plus side will be able to move around the base much more easily.

Tera shook her head "The very first thing we need to do is to get Lyla back, regardless of the consequences. You know she'd be doing the same for us." Tera paused before putting the helmet on "You know now that I recall, I don't remember seeing any female stormtroopers. One of you is going to have to fake being one. If anyone asks, say I'm just a little short for being one."

Lyla's smile was unseen by Grendreef. So, he wanted to talk too, more than she did even. Well, they were here for an interrogation,  it didn't matter which way the questions went. She shrugged,  as much as she could under the restraints.  'Eh, maybe. But not before whatever I know is no longer useful to you. What are you planning anyway? Shouldn't you have reported this to your bosses? ' He seemed the sort to gloat and boast,  and he'd specifically ordered his crew not to inform the rest of the Imperial navy, so evidently he wanted the glory of destroying the Isis base himself.


OOC: Deception 25, tricking him into telling me all his plans.

Tera motioned to the others. "This is now a race against time. We need to free Lyla, get that medicine back and destroy any references to the rebel bases we're going to and came from. I know it sounds impossible...there aren't that many of us....but we have T3." Tera paused for a moment "T3, take us to where they're holding Lyla."

Tera did her best to look like an imperial stormtrooper in manner and demeanour as she walked along with the droid.

Rather than simply lead a squad of storm troopers through a base that they should be at least marginally familiar with T3-M8 takes some advance precautions.  Before departing the detention center a map of their most likely rout is displayed in full holographic detail to offer a unified perspective of the task.  In addition to that every data pad and com link available to the storm trooper armored infiltrators is updated with the base's layout and a data set to receive only from T3's master map as the situation evolves.  Only then does the small droid accompany the group of storm troopers on what is obviously important business.

A tall man Admiral Grendreef had to stooped to peer down at Lyla as he circled the torture chamber to face her again. He eyed the Twi'lek suspiciously but perhaps he was the type to gloat or she had been successful in tricking him to reveal his own hand "we shall let Imperial Command decide whether I have decided wisely when I destroy your rebel base. Then I shall be off this world and have the command of the Desolator permanently" the interrogation droid buzzed again as it hovered over Lyla's shoulder at a signal from Grendreef. She felt the prick of its needle and the wooziness in her head as the drugs muddle her mind "now where is the REBEL BASE?" he demanded poking her in the chest with a finger.

---

When they had the stormtrooper armour on T3-M8 projected a map of the detention area in front of them. The interrogation room was just around the corner and away from the stormtrooper checkpoint. T3-M8 also uploaded data and maps into the stormtrooper armour's integrated helmet package. The droid was as ever thoughtful and efficient. It's robotic circuits had failed to consider the fallibility of its organic counterparts. None of the crew of Alabak's Gold had any idea how to access them or the inbuilt multi-frequency traget acquisition system.

Dentention Block

OOC Lyla make another Endurance check to resist the drugs and interrogation.

In the other group I need to know who has put armour on and if anyone hasn't. Then your plan of how you will rescue Lyla. As no one has armour proficiency many of the in built systems within the helmet are inaccessible just like when Luke and Han put them on and couldn't use the comlinks in the films.

P.S. You are currently in the tiny room near the bottom, to the left of the mining area. Which I somehow failed to label when doing the map.
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This time she didn't wince as the second needle stabbed into her neck. She could feel her mind growing cloudy, confused, like with heat stroke, but she tried to pull back and let it pass, to think calmly and clearly. So, he did want to destroy the base himself. And— and what? And he hadn't told his bosses. They had something there. Something. If they could kill him. Destroy the... whatsit. The black box. No, the coordinates went somewhere else. Navigation system? Great! Now all she had to go was escape. And survive. Reed in the wind. But, wait, why... why was he interrogating her, if he already had the coordinates? For fun?

She felt loathing as he poked her in the chest. 'Uh-uh. No touching, sweetie.' she told Grendreef with a stern smile, taken back to her dancing days and touchy patrons. Though normally their positions would be reversed. 'I used to be a dancer. So how's about you sit here and I entertain? she teased with a devilish, seductive grin. 'Make you feel like a real captain?


OOC: I hope this does it: Endurance 19
09:25, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 19 using 1d20+9. endurance.

Rolling Deception for some half-hearted seduction:
10:00, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 11 using 1d20+8. deception.
10:00, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 17 using 1d20+8. reroll.
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"Guns blazing it is." Rynn said, slapping his cell pack to ensure it was seated and beginning to move toward the interrogation chamber once he was outside of the room he waited until the others caught up. "Terra, you want to try to talk to the man? Or you just want me to kill him? Though killing him would make some noise."

Regardless of Admiral Grendreef's renewed attempt to break Lyla she proved too tough for the Imperial Officer. The big human hunched over her and licked his lips at her proposal. He never had an opportunity to response as the blast doors slid open to reveal three stormtroopers.

The Admiral scowled as he turned around and straightened his back "what is the meaning of this?" he demanded of the interruption.

Torture Chamber

OOC Ok combat has not be initiated yet but I prepared in case it does or you choose to go all guns blazin'


CN            F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Lyla          19 19 16  41/41  1/1  (+14)  6  3
Tera          15 19 16  36/36  1/1  (+12)  4  1      -2 atk
T3-M8         12 18 14  34/34  1/1   (+9)  5  1
Klyn          12 20 16  24/24  1/1   (+9)  5  1      -2 skills, -1 atk, +2 damage
Rynn          12 20 13  20/20  1/1  (+10)  6  2      -2 atk

Grendreef     18 18 21    0
Stormtrooper  12 16 10    0
Trooper       10 14 10    0


CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Klyn 20
Lyla 19
Grendreef 16
Troopers 14
Stormtroopers 9
Tera Inkari
T3-M8
Rynn Culmar
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Lyla's eyes flicked across to the door, seeing more stormtroopers. 'Come to watch, huh? Well, aren't I popular? The more the merrier.' After all, the more of Grendreef's minions who saw her mock and humiliate him, the better. Maybe they'd lose respect for him. Maybe he'd snap and shoot her in a fit of pique. She could have her revenge from the grave. Yeah, that'd be nice.

'So, rebel base, huh?' Lyla licked her lips, swallowed, tried to clear the bad taste in her mouth. 'Well, everybody's looking for something.' she sighed. 'Who am I to disagree?' she went on, voice taking on a beat, eyes showing defiance as she answered 'Okay, you travel the worlds, and the galaxy. Coz' everybody's looking for something.' Then she sang, dancing in the interrogation chair as much as the straps would allow her.

'Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.'

'Hey-hey-hey-hey... oh-oh-oh-ah-ooh.

'Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the worlds,
And the galaxy.
Everybody's looking for something.'

'Come on, interrogation droid, gimme a tune!'

Maybe it was just all the drugs they'd pumped into her...


OOC:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeMFqkcPYcg

My initiative probably doesn't mean much right now, but here it is.
09:39, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 19 using 1d20+5. initiative.
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Klyn stoped for a second as the door opened.
While they expected one or two guards, they instead found themselves in another dire situation. Outnumbered by professional soldiers, wearing cumbersome armors...

At least Lyla is still alive... but apparently heavily drugged.

init 08:14, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 22 using 1d20+8. init.

Tera tried to think quickly on her feet."The prisoners have escaped from the cell block, sir. We are in the process of performing a search. We're here to request that the others present here join the search sir." she said as matter of factly as possible, hoping her bluff would work.


13:20, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 11 using 1d20+9. deception.
That's not going to do it. what is it I can spend to reroll?

Bopping up away to the tune, Lyla looked up at the Stormtrooper's words. Did she sound familiar? 'Woohoo! Yeah! Good on 'em!' she cheered, then looked from Grendreef, around the stormtroopers already here, and ending on the new one who could be Tera. 'Well, don't worry about me, I'll keep. You run along and do what you need to do.'


OOC: Does Lyla recognise Tera's voice? Perception 20.
07:57, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 20 using 1d20+8. perception.

Cooperation: Give a +2 to Tera's Deception
07:50, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 24 using 1d20+8. deception - cooperation.

For the moment Admiral Grendreef was no longer interested in Lyla and he ignored her singing when he might have once enjoyed it or tortured her more. He eyed the stormtroopers at the doorway suspiciously. The news that his prisoners had escaped brought a look of fury across the Admiral's face "you come to tell me that!" he was obviously angry and shocked. If the other prisoners were lost it made Lyla more precious and he would not give her up so lightly. He signalled for two of the detention guards to check out Tera's story and raise the alarm. The guards quickly rushed from the interrogation room and switched on their comlinks.

The troopers filed out of the room unsuspecting any foul play as the Rebel jumped them.

Passageway Ambush

OOC Get ready to fight, Klyn can act and we need Initiative from the rest.


CN            F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Tera          15 19 16  36/36  1/1  (+12)  4  1      -2 atk
T3-M8         12 18 14  34/34  1/1   (+9)  5  1
Klyn          12 20 16  24/24  1/1   (+9)  5  1      -2 skills, -1 atk, +2 damage
Rynn          12 20 13  20/20  1/1  (+10)  6  2      -2 atk

Trooper 1     10 14 10    0
Trooper 1     10 14 10    0


CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Klyn 20
Troopers 14
Tera Inkari
T3-M8
Rynn Culmar
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As soon as the doors were closed Tera aimed her pistol and tried to shoot the guard. "I see them" she said over the comlink, hoping the ensuing confusion would explain the blaster shots to those inside the room.

19:41, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 10 using 1d20. Strike. Nope that's not going to do it.

Rynn took Tera's cue and opened fire on the imps, but the helmet he wore would take some getting used to and his shot went wide.




00C: Geezus


07:18, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 3 using 1d20+2. Attack.

'Just can't get good service, can you?' Lyla teased Grendreef as the two Stormtroopers followed the others out. She hoped her hunch was correct. With the interruption over, she resumed her place in the song, since she could hardly stop now. She softly sang the next chorus.

'Hold your head up.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.'

Hoping the closed door will prevent the sounds of blaster to be heard from inside, Klyn fires to take advantage of the unaware soldiers. The armor's encumbrance isn't helping but the point blank range has some effect too.

18:15, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 15,17 using d20+4,3d6+3. blaster pistol, bps, pers mod -2 armor.

Not to be left behind T3-M8 once again produces a tool arm that ends in a heavily personalized blaster pistol barrel and throws a few shots down range at the hopefully still unsuspecting storm troopers.

Surprising the guards the four stormtroopers and their droid drew their blasters and opened fire. Their companion Lyla was getting tortured and it was clearly a time to shoot first and ask questions later. In the hail of blaster bolts one of the troopers crumpled to the floor. The other looking stricken reached for his blaster.

OOC Okay Surprise Round over. Klyn and T3-M8 can act before the trooper can retaliate. Tera and Rynn roll Initiative if you beat 14 you can act as well.

Luck was apparently on their side and Klyn quickly fired another shot.

12:24, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 14,21 using d20+4,3d6+3. blaster pistol, pbs, pers mod -2 armor.

In two quick shots Klyn had incapacitated the two Imperial guards. The men lay on the rough floor, the dust began to settle and no call of alarm had been heard from the torture chamber.

A bit shacking because of the adrenaline rush, Klyn turn to the others and asks
"And now? We barge in and fire at the first target or do you have another plan?
The trick is to prevent them from using Lyla as an hostage. I think one of us should free her while we keep the others busy..."
Time is of the essence so a quick decision is needed.

Clearly intending to continue to fire upon the guards T3-M8 does not react to their death with battle hardened instincts, or really instincts at all, but instead fires another burst of energy into one of the already unmoving bodies.

Tera's mouth dropped clearly unable to believe that they'd managed to take out the guards. "We could try to get them out in batches until he has few guards left?" she suggested "Or try to get to the admiral and claim him as a hostage? There way too many guards left in that room for a direct assault to work. We don't even have a lot of grenades."

"We can station on the other side of the door, send one in requesting back up and take them out as they leave the room. I wish we could battle damage one of these armors without damaging the one wearing it." Rynn suggested.

Tera fired a few shots down the corridor "You could always take it off and shoot it...How good is your acting?"

"I think I can manage that" said Klyn.
"After all if I can boost a blaster, then I can reduce it's power too." he added, working on one of the guard's blaster.
"It's too bad we don't have grenades, throwing one in the corner opposite of Lyla would have been very helpful..."


18:10, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 25 using 1d20+14. mechanics.

if it is successful, Klyn will fire a few times on Tera, as she is the most skilled one with talking^^

With some technical and mechanical adjustment Klyn downgrades a blaster and shoots Tera. Her stormtrooper armour is damaged and battle marked but she is left unscathed.

'Hold your head up.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.'

Lyla kept singing the words and humming through the instrumental bits, but was secretly wondering what was keeping her friends and, well, acquaintances. That had been them in the Stormtrooper suits, hadn't it? What if it wasn't? Had they escaped and fled without her? Had they all been killed? Not knowing, with all that doubt and fear and dread, was painful. Maybe she was alone now, and she'd have to rescue herself, or die trying.

At least Grendreef seemed to have given up on interrogating her. Maybe her little sing-along had gotten him worrying he'd put too much drugs in her. She seemed to be getting along okay for someone who'd never tried anything of the kind before. Apart from liberal libations, her body was a temple. She'd just meant what she'd said when she'd said she could endure anything.

Under cover of some restraining dancing (more like writhing limply in her torture seat), Lyla tried to work her slender wrists out of the straps that held her down. Still no luck. 'Hey, Grendie! What's the hold up? You gonna bore me into talking?'


OOC: Escape Bonds, 16, nyet.
11:34, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 16 using 1d20+5. acrobatics.

Tera moved to the door, pretending to be injured. As she opened the door, she struggled to enter, rising to some semblance of attention. "Sir we need some reinforcements. We have two dead and an injury to none of the rebel scum being hurt."

OOC:
12:28, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 12 using 1d20+9. deception.
12:29, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 3 using 1d6. Force point. for a total of 15
Some day die roller....some day.

Before Tera moved back to the door, Rynn positioned himself on the other side of it and waited.

There was only so much Bantha poodoo that the General was going to take. Angrily the big man snarled "destroy these imposters" he commanded his stormtroopers.

Torture Chamber

OOC Ok back to combat again. Klyn, Lyla and T3-M8 are all up to go. If Lyla can beat DC25 with Acrobatics she will be able to escape her torture chair.


CN            F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Lyla          19 19 16  41/41  1/1  (+14)  6  3       Restrained
Tera          15 19 16  36/36  1/1  (+12)  3  1      -2 atk
T3-M8         12 18 14  34/34  1/1   (+9)  5  1
Klyn          12 20 16  24/24  1/1   (+9)  5  1      -2 skills, -1 atk, +2 damage
Rynn          12 20 13  20/20  1/1  (+10)  6  2      -2 atk

Grendreef     18 18 21    0
Stormtrooper  12 16 10    0
Trooper       10 14 10    0


CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Klyn 20
Lyla 19
T3-M8 16
Grendreef 16
Tera Inkari 14
Troopers 14
Stormtroopers 9
Rynn Culmar 6
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:59, Wed 01 Apr 2015.

Impostors? Ha! Thank the Goddess for face-concealing helmets and Imperials dumb enough to insist on them. Lyla kept desperately trying to work her hands free of the bonds, though her orange skin chafed and her wrists ached with strain. I choose Pain, she reminded herself, ineffectually.


OOC: Nope. I need a 20 or close enough to use my Force Point.
14:06, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 14 using 1d20+5. acrobatics.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:11, Fri 20 Mar 2015.

Well, their luck couldn't hold indefinitely...

Now that their goal was - again - survival, Klyn quickly moved past Tera to get to the trooper who was in the best position to threaten Lyla (One square right, two square diagonally to the right) and opened fire... sadly his hand shook a bit

16:39, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 10,10 using d20+4,3d6+3.

Rynn moved into the room, coming through the door and turning to the left opposite Klyn,  training his blaster on the stormtrooper in that corner of the room.




OOC: Did my modifers wrong...

Attack: 14 + 2 Dex + 1 BAB + 1 Point blank -2 Armor = 16
Damage: 6 + 1 1/2 lvl + 1 Point blank = 8

13:26, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 7 using 3d6+1. Blaster Damage.
13:22, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 18 using 1d20+4. Attack.

As soon Klyn and Rynn opened fire Admiral Greendreef stepped backwards. The Imperial officer opened an unseen door that led out of the torture chamber. Once he was through the door it slammed shut.

Left in the room were four stormtroopers and two Imperial troopers. All were slower than the Admiral to react and there was time for Tera to make her move.

OOC Okay Tera is up then Imperials. Rynn's attack will occur after their actions.

Tera almost surprised herself by hitting one of the stormtroopers with her shot. "Get out of that contraption Lyla, we're here to rescue you."

OOC:
21:24, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 17 using 1d20. To Hit.
21:25, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 16 using 3d6+1. damage. 

Lyla jerked her hands against the bonds that kept her from just getting out as Tera asked. 'Fraid I'm a little tied up right now. It's not even my thing, I promise.'
This message was last edited by the player at 03:07, Wed 01 Apr 2015.

As the Admiral abandoned the remaining troopers their loyalty was unfazed. The presence of stormtroopers, the Empire's elite troopers lent some courage to the troopers who fired on Tera and Rynn. Both rebels were left sore, especially the less battle hardened Rynn who was almost knocked off his feet.

The stormtroopers were slow to response but did so with calculated efficiency. The injured stormtrooper crouched down and laid down suppressive fire whilst the other two caught Tera in their cross fire. After the Jedi had so easily knocked down their comrade she was clearly target number one.

Torture Chamber

OOC Hit Tera for 9 and 8 damage, hit Rynn for 16. Supression against Tera -2 penalty on next attack. Rynn's action is completed, everyone else can act before the Imperials get their next action.


CN            F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Lyla          19 19 16  41/41  1/1  (+14)  6  3      Restrained
Tera          15 19 16  19/36  1/1  (+12)  3  1      -4 atk (armour + suppression)
T3-M8         12 18 14  34/34  1/1   (+9)  5  1
Klyn          12 20 16  24/24  1/1   (+9)  5  1      -2 skills, -1 atk, +2 damage
Rynn          12 20 13   4/20  1/1  (+10)  6  2      -2 atk, -1 step on track

Grendreef      18 18 21    0           Escaping
Stormtrooper1  12 16 10    8
Stormtrooper2  12 16 10   16           Unconscious
Stormtrooper3  12 16 10    0
Stormtrooper4  12 16 10    0
Trooper1       10 14 10    0
Trooper2       10 14 10    0


CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Klyn 20
Lyla 19
T3-M8 16
Tera Inkari 14
Troopers 14
Stormtroopers 9
Rynn Culmar 6
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:44, Thu 02 Apr 2015.

"T3, Get Lyla out of those bonds" Said Klyn as he moved in front of her to protect her and fired another shot at one of the stormtroopers

OOC
--> target stormtrooper 3
And now I noticed that I never added 1/2 character level to damage...
ATT: 16 DMG 12

Could the droid even get through the fight and release her in time? Lyla couldn't wait to find out. 'Then again, not the first time I've been cuffed...' Lyla muttered, then picked up her song again as she continued to frantically work her wrists against the metal straps. Blood welled from scrapes and cuts, smeared over orange skin. Oh good. Lubricant. She continued to sing, something to focus and clear her mind.

'Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.'

"I choose Pain"?, she reminded herself, wondering. Goddess, what the frack was I thinking? With desperate effort, like a beast that would break a bone or gnaw off a leg to escape a trap, Lyla savagely twisted her left forearm around, jerked her arm back, and wrenched her hand right through a space it didn't rightly fit through, lubricated by fresh blood. She'd cut up her thumb and earned a sprained wrist for her troubles, but, by the Goddess, she was free!

'Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the worlds,
And the galaxy.
Everybody's looking for something.'

She battered her broken, bleeding hand against the other strap, and tore it open, releasing her right arm. 'No worries, I got it.' She then pulled away the collar around her neck, then hurled herself forward to bend over and reach the cuffs around her ankles. 'I hope someone's got a blaster for me!'


OOC: DC 25, was it? :D Freedom!
09:40, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 25 using 1d20+5. acrobatics.
Fringe Savant: Rolled a 20, gain a free temporary Force Point. I have 2.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 09:32, Fri 03 Apr 2015.

Realising she was drawing everyones attention, Tera ducked behind cover and started stripping herself of the armour. It was just asking for too much to be able to fight with that Imperial junk on herself.

OOC: Move to cover and start taking off armour.

Ducking behind the torture chair Tera began to tear off the awkward stormtrooper armour. With the absence of Admiral Grendreef there was no one paying Lyla any attention and with some wriggling the Twi'lek slipped her bonds and was ready to share some of her pain with the Imperials that faced her.

Protectively Klyn covered the two rebels as he blasted away another stormtrooper. The team's latest recruit however took another shot from a trooper and fell unconscious to the ground. Co-ordinating their attacks on the last rebel still with a gun in their hand the stormtroopers injured Klyn but it wasn't the first time Klyn had been cornered by stormtroopers and he defiantly fought on.

Torture Chamber

OOC Tera can remove her armour but reasonably to take off stormtrooper armour is going to take at least a minute or 10 rounds.

Lyla is free and can now act. There is indeed a stormtrooper blaster laying near her feet.

Klyn is hit for 10 damage. Rynn is knocked unconscious and is required to expend a Force Point to avoid death.

Time for you to finish them off before they keep making lucky rolls and hitting you all despite your high Reflex Defences.


CN            F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Lyla          19 19 16  41/41  1/1  (+14)  6  3
Tera          15 19 16  19/36  1/1  (+12)  3  1      -2 atk
T3-M8         12 18 14  34/34  1/1   (+9)  5  1
Klyn          12 20 16  14/24  1/1   (+9)  5  1      -2 skills, -1 atk, +2 damage
Rynn          12 20 13   0/20  1/1  (+10)  5  2      Unconscious

Grendreef      18 18 21    0           Escaping
Stormtrooper1  12 16 10    8
Stormtrooper2  12 16 10   16           Unconscious
Stormtrooper3  12 16 10   12           Unconscious
Stormtrooper4  12 16 10    0
Trooper1       10 14 10    0
Trooper2       10 14 10    0


CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Klyn 20
Lyla 19
T3-M8 16
Tera Inkari 14
Troopers 14
Stormtroopers 9
Rynn Culmar 6
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:52, Sat 04 Apr 2015.

With the helmet off, Tera found she could breathe easier and that blasted system Stormtroopers used wasn't getting in her way. Raising her blaster she shoot at another stormtrooper. they seemed to be the cruelly effective at taking out the team. Her glance saw Rynn, tumble, she was going to have to do something, but it would take too long to tend to him.

OOC:
Hind sight is 20-20, but someone remind me I have Mind Trick in the future.
16:05, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 16 using 1d20. shoot.
16:12, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 16 using 3d6+1. blaster. (damage)

After all the drugs, the sudden movement made her light-tailed, and Lyla fell out of her chair. Recovering, she crawled frantically out of the line of fire, keeping her head low, before scurrying for cover behind the torture chair. Once it had hurt her, now it could protect her.

'Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the worlds,
And the galaxy.
Everybody's looking for something.'

'Is this any time to change, Tera?' she hissed, snatching up the dropped blaster pistol. She drew a bead on the Stormtrooper in the corner, and fired. He could be the target of her revenge, she decided, before she got to the interrogation droid.


OOC: Move to cover behind the chair, grab the dropped blaster.
Point Blank Shot +1/+1
Attack 21, damage 11 @ Stormtrooper 1
17:10, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 20 using 1d20+5. ranged attack.
17:30, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 11 using 3d6+3. damage.

"Nice to see back in the fight!" he said do Lyla.
They really needed her help. The longer the fight, the higher the danger to get attacked by reinforcements.

They already were down one man and Tera and him took some heavy fire.

He aimed at the remaining stormtrooper (4) and fired
08:32, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 19,12 using d20+4,3d6+4.

As his comrades fell around him the last trooper standing made a last desperate shot at Klyn, but panicked the blaster bolt flew wide to hit the wall above the engineers head.

OOC Only one trooper left so haven't updated map as should be over now.


CN            F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Lyla          19 19 16  41/41  1/1  (+14)  6  3
Tera          15 19 16  19/36  1/1  (+12)  3  1      -2 atk
T3-M8         12 18 14  34/34  1/1   (+9)  5  1
Klyn          12 20 16  14/24  1/1   (+9)  5  1      -2 skills, -1 atk, +2 damage
Rynn          12 20 13   0/20  1/1  (+10)  5  2      Unconscious

Grendreef      18 18 21    0           Escaping
Stormtrooper1  12 16 10   24           Unconscious
Stormtrooper2  12 16 10   16           Unconscious
Stormtrooper3  12 16 10   12           Unconscious
Stormtrooper4  12 16 10   11           Unconscious
Trooper1       10 14 10   12           Unconscious
Trooper2       10 14 10    0


CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Klyn 20
Lyla 19
T3-M8 16
Tera Inkari 14
Troopers 14
Rynn Culmar 6

Suddenly, pew pew pew, three of the Stormtroopers were downed and the Rebels were on the verge of victory. Yet for Lyla it wasn't over yet; she had one more enemy in mind, overlooked and forgotten. The one who had hurt her the most. She raised her blaster high and fired at the hovering interrogation droid, to avenge herself and stop everyone else from being tormented by it.

'Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.'


OOC:
Point Blank Shot +1/+1
Attack 15, damage 18 @ Interrogation Droid (using up a temporary FP before it goes)
16:02, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20+6. ranged attack.
16:02, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 18 using 3d6+3. damage.
16:05, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 2 using 1d6. temporary FP.

With the tide of the fight turning in their favor, Klyn shoot one last time to get rid of the remaining imperial.

10:29, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 16,13 using d20+4,3d6+4. confirm critical.

10:29, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 24,15 using d20+4,3d6+4.
poor little thing...

He also took notice of Lyla revenge move. Although he understood her feelings, it only did what he was programmed for. Too bad the real culprit got away.

"Tera, check on Rynn!   T3, see if you can find any info about the reinforcements and the best route to a safe ship.  I'm afraid we have to abandon the supply... Too bad we don't have time to bypass the securities on it and make it explode once we are away."

He then checked the troopers weapon to see if they had something better than his current weapon... or anything useful.

He really missed his own weapon...

Getting the hang of things despite the stormtrooper armour the rebels finished off the last trooper and Lyla got her revenge on the interrogation droid. Around the room the fallen Imperials provided them with plenty of blaster pistols and power packs. They also now had more stormtrooper armour. The Imperial troopers worn blast helms and vest along with their uniform and carried separate comlinks. It would be unlikely that any but Tera or Klyn could get away with passing for an Imperial trooper if any wanted to try. Among the many torture devices are plenty of other items which Tera can use to scavenge a couple of medpacs.

OOC If the party decide to try chasing Admiral Grendreef I will consider the encounter ongoing and Lyla can retain her last temporary Force Point for the chase.

Tera rushed to Ryn side to render aid to him, and help him to his feet.

OOC:Bolster Ally on Ryn.

Climbing to her feet, Lyla rushed over to the fallen interrogation droid and gave it an emphatic kick, an explosive, cathartic release of tension and terror. She put a dent in its shell. It made her feel better, a little. But then she reeled, had to lean against the wall, her head spinning, her brain-tails waving from the drugs still in her system. She was resisting their effects, whatever they were, but what would they do later on? She had no time to worry now. She continued humming that damn song, anything to focus her mind.

'Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the worlds,
And the galaxy.
Everybody's looking for something.'

Recovering, she snatched up a spare power pack for her blaster pistol. It was no good her wearing Stormtrooper armour and helmets, not being bright orange and long, thick lekku dangling from her head.

Then she ran to the door Grendreef had disappeared through, bloody fingers working desperately to get it open. 'We gotta get after Grendreef. He wants to destroy the base himself. If we can stop him, get T3 to the Desolator's navigation system and delete the coordinates, we've still got a chance to save it.'

Rynn dazedly sat up from where he lay on the ground. "At least I shot em down... didn't mean to make the whole tunnel collapsed." He said, as he went to rub his head where it was aching, but his hand was blocked by the helmet his was wearing. He fumbled with it for a few minutes before knocking it to the ground. "What the hell's going on?"

He said rolling over to his hands and knees. "Wait... nope, it's coming back to me." He said looking around at the dead bodies on the ground. "I guess we got em.... everyone ok?"

An adequate use of force and anger gets the door Grendreef escaped through torn open. Lyla looked down some steps that lead into a rough tunnel. T3-M8 beeps that the tunnel must lead through the old mines. The droid did not find any other information as the official records have it as disused and off limits. The map of the base has a closed entrance to the mines at the hangar if they could find their way to it. Unfortunately it appears that comlinks are useless in the tunnels due to magnetic interference.

After applying a medpac to the heavily injured Rynn, Tera decided it was time for action. "Let's go....he knows where the rebel base is located and he has our medical supplies!!!" We need to blow up that ship."

While they are working on the door Klyn and the others discuss the next course of action

"He will certainly go to the hangar... should some of us go the other way to try to secure the ship and make an ambush there?  With some luck we might even be able to hold the ship and use its weapon when they arrive..."

"This way might be the only one clear of troopers." Tera suggested.

"I don't suppose someone could take a look at me first? I'm not feeling up to running through the halls just yet." Rynn asked the others.

"Yes... but as a trooper and his droid, we might get past the others... Especially someone skilled with words... or other things..."

Klyn looked worried.

"We don't know if the trooper we killed were able to raise the alarm. And the mine area should prevent our target to send a warning..."

Lyla stared in surprise down the tunnel. 'Who the hell puts a secret passage in a jail cell?' she wondered. It seemed like something of a glaring security flaw... Well, she wasn't about to look a gift bantha in the mouth.

Hearing the talk behind her, Lyla looked back, jaw set with determination. 'Well, I ain't passing as a Stormtrooper. I'm taking the tunnel. And getting that bastard.' she vowed, checked her pistol, then disappeared down the old mine tunnel with a flick of her tails.

She easily spotted Grendreef's footprints in the soft asteroid dirt, and followed them like a lylek on a blood-hunt. When it got dark, her keen Twi'lek eyes pierced the gloom. The hunter would have her prey.


OOC: If I need to track Grendreef's footprints, then Perception 14, rerolled to 29.
08:10, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 14 using 1d20+9. perception.
08:12, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 29 using 1d20+9. reroll.
And I gain another temporary Force Point!

I have Low-Light Vision if it gets dark.

The Admiral must have kept an secret entrance in the Interrogation Chamber for his own amusement. The entrance had now given him a chance to escape. Lyla wasn't going to let the Imperial get away easy though. She raced into the darkness and began to hunt him down.

T3-M8 assisted Tera in healing Rynn who was stable and with a bit of courage would be able to resume his battle against the Empire. Klyn had a chance to grab a couple of glow rods.

In the tunnels as Lyla left the Interrogation Chamber behind it soon became dark. Her eyes were able to see well in the dark but in total darkness she would be as blind as the others. As the tunnel became a crossroads Lyla saw that Grendreef had taken the right turn. She began to follow it but as the light behind began to fade she would be unable to follow the trail further without a light source.

OOC Rolled on behalf of T3-M8 and Tera for healing on Rynn, he's now on 10 hit points. If Rynn uses his Second Wind he'll be back on full health.

I'm assuming Klyn, Tera and Rynn remain in their stormtrooper disguises until I'm told otherwise.

Tera tended to Rynn as best as she could while she quickly removed the stormtrooper armour, replacing it with the imperial trooper uniform. The stormtrooper armour was so bulky as to be unusable. Tera felt much better after changing and from the looks of things Ryn was doing much better too. "Welcome back, Ryn. We need to be moving quickly."

WIth Rynn's wound taken care of, Klyn rushed to follow Lyla, carrying one of the glow rod.

Hopefully the others would either follow shortly or try the other path.  Or maybe both.

"Lyla! Wait for me!" he said catching up with her as she reduced her speed because of the lack of light.  Apparently the general had some light on him or maybe he knew the path by heart.

With the light from glow rods Lyla and Klyn were able to move much faster. As the mine tunnel bent and turned Lyla keenly following the tracks left by the big man that was Admiral Grendreef as he rushed to escaped. They navigated two crossroads before a little confused Lyla pulled them to a halt. Tracks led both left and right? There had to be a reason but the scout would have to puzzle it out or trust to luck and follow one.

Beginning to grope her way down the tunnels as the light gave out, Lyla was debating whether to go back and hope the others could come up with a light source, or to just press on into the dark and trust to her ears and instincts. After all, she did some of her best work in the dark. She was on the verge of going on when Klyn came hurrying and hollering down the tunnel behind her. She slowed so he could catch up, bringing a glow rod with him. 'Glad you came. Good idea.' she said of the glow rod, then resumed her hunt.

She stopped at the next crossroads and, crouching, examined the prints in the soft, dark-grey asteroid dirt. Left? Right? Well, Grendreef might have secrets squirreled away all through this asteroid, and used this place before, or he'd gone one way then doubled back in an effort to ditch pursuers. She tried to determine which set of prints went over the other set, but in this case the dirt was too soft to show the necessary detail.

'Klyn, you must've got a better look at this place. Which way do you think?'


OOC: Argh. Perception 12, rerolled to 10. Boosted back to 12 with a temporary AP.
13:49, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 12 using 1d20+8. perception.
13:49, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 10 using 1d20+8. reroll.
13:53, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 2 using 1d6. action point.

As Lyla stopped, Klyn spotted the two sets of tracks and understood why she seemed perplexed.
"Maybe an older set of tracks?" he said as he moved closer.

Kneeling to get a better look at each set, he hoped to discover the 'trick' or they would be forced to split...

08:45, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 6 using 1d6. force point to increase perception.

08:44, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 18 using 1d20+8. perception.

Once she'd changed Tera helped Ryn to his feet. "Come on T3, lets go hunt ourselves an Imperial sadist." and headed down the tunnel.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 20:58, Fri 10 Apr 2015.

"Thanks." Rynn said, standing up and stretching a little. "Let's catch up to them before they get too far." He followed Tera down the hallway.

As Klyn and Lyla puzzled out where the Admiral had gone and what he had been doing Tera, Rynn and T3-M8 had a chance to catch up. The rebels paused. Lyla and Klyn couldn't find any indication to what Grendreef might have been up to but they were able to discern that the freshest tracks where he had walked over the older ones went down the leftward tunnel. They could investigate where he'd gone or keep up the chase and follow the fresh trail.

'He went right, then came back, and went left. Maybe he did something or grabbed something down there, or he was trying to throw us off.' Lyla reported, standing and observing her friends had followed, that they had her back. 'I'm going to catch up with that bastard. You can follow or check out the other passage.' With that, blaster in hand and glowrod in the other, the twi'lek ranger took the left passage, resuming her hunt for her prey.

"He's the key. With him we can get on the Imperial ship and destroy it." Tera followed Lyla down the left pasage.

"Follow the tracks, I will see what he did the other way. This might be important."
Said Klyn.
"I will catch up with you as fast as possible."

Not wanting Klyn to go alone, Rynn went with him, blaster drawn.

Not wanting to let the Imperial Officer gain any further a lead Lyla and Tera raced along the dark tunnel. The mine tunnel turned abruptly to the right, leaving the pair separated from the others. As darkness surrounded them behind and in front they saw a side tunnel shooting off to the left. Again searching the ground for signs of passage they found Imperial bootprints crisscrossing the junction.

Suspicious that something was awry or that they might be fooled into entering a trap Rynn, Klyn and the plucky droid T3-M8 went to investigate the other tunnel. The tunnel split with tracks in both directions. It didn't take much investigation however to find that both led to deadends. What Grendreef had been doing here was a mystery.

Tera closed her eyes, at times like this, they had to trust to the Froce to guide them in the right path. "Trust me Lyla. The Force will help us get to him."


21:58, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 23 using 1d20+10. use the force.

'No offense, T, but I'll trust my boots and eyes first.' She added, quietly, 'And the Goddess.' Lyla crouched, waving the glowrod over the dark asteroid dust at the intersection, her keen eyes picking out even more details. What she saw puzzled her. A whole mess of bootprints, crisscrossing and going this way and that. 'Grendreef's gone right, come back, gone left, walked a little forward... Now, see, he's stopped, hesitated, dug in his heels. Back to the junction... And turned in circles, left, right...'

'He's completely lost!' she exclaimed, surprise mixing with glee and annoyance. 'Well, he won't get us to the shuttle, but maybe we can still find him.'


OOC: Perception 19, rerolled to 14, bah. Let's Take 10 and make it 18.
11:51, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 19 using 1d20+8. perception.
11:53, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 14 using 1d20+8. reroll.

Getting back just in time to hear Lyla getting to the same conclusion, Klyn nodded.

"Indeed. He is most certainly lost.   Now we have two paths : following his tracks while staying one step behind. But with the possibility of catching up. Or trying to find the quickest path to the shuttle and wait for him.

"Either way, glad we have you Lyla, as I'd probably die in these tunnels. I can barely make out these tracks, let alone try to follow them" Rynn admitted. "I think going to the shuttle first might be a poor choice, what if the man decides to go somewhere else?" He said, sweating in the armor he was not used to wearing.

The haphazard trail left by Grendreef made it clear that he was having a good amount of trouble getting through the maze of tunnels. Of course following his tracks and identifying the correct route was also slow going too with examination of the ground and boot prints at each intersection they crossed.

After a few wrong turns and careful searching they reached a crossroads with stairs leading up at the left tunnel. At the top of the stairs is indeed the shuttle hangar as T3-M8 had promised. There are alarms ringing and red lights flashing. Staying back and in the dark they are able to spy on a heavily panting Grendreef. The Admiral talks to a group of stormtroopers, who he orders down one of the base's corridors. He then entered the shuttle's entry ramp. A single stormtrooper guard is at the foot of the ramp.

'Of course he did.' Lyla groaned under her breath at seeing Grendreef already boarding the shuttle. But at least they weren't too far behind, Grendreef and the Stormtroopers didn't know they'd taken these tunnels, and they didn't have to fight their way through the base. Only onto the shuttle.


OOC: Is Grendreef still visible on the ramp? Has the squad of Stormtroopers left yet? How far is it to the shuttle ramp?
This message was last edited by the player at 11:27, Tue 14 Apr 2015.

They got close, but not fast enough apparently...

"Should we try a full assault or use the fact some of us are already in suits?" asked Klyn.
"I suppose Grendreef warned the guard not the let anyone pass without his express command, so trickery might not work..."

"It might not let us in....but it might let us get close." Tera suggested. "If we claim we recaptured the rebel...."

If the twi'lek had eyebrows, she would have raised one at the idea. 'Really? You want to pull that trick again?' She looked back at the shuttle ramp, and great distance between separating them, estimating how long it would take. Too far, too long. 'It's worth a shot. I doubt we could get to the shuttle before they close the ramp.'

'But seeing me and Tera will make him suspicious. He'll comlink it in to Grendreef, especially if Grendreef's told him what you did... How about just Klyn and Rynn go over, take him out, then we follow?'

"I don't have an especially high view of stormtroopers reasoning capabilities. I mean....we even had the admiral going for a bit." Tera shrugged. "Ok...how about this. Klyn and Ryn approach him, I'll be behind you with a gun drawn as if you're a prisoner. That way if the duo can't take the storm trooper out...we have a drop on him and with blasters. Stormtroopers surrender sometimes...."

"I agree" said Klyn to Lyla
"We can't give him time to react or use his internal comlink, so surrendering is not an option..." he added for Tera.
"I will go with Ryn first, with the rest of you standing by at the corner. That way if things go wrong, you can reach the shuttle quickly while one of us take care of the guard and the other one make sure the shuttle don't close."

'That's what I said.' Lyla agreed with Klyn's plan, more or less. She looked at the stolen blaster pistol, missing her trusty, kinda rusty ex-Clone Trooper-issue blaster rifle with scope. Would she ever get the Girl's Best Friend back? 'If I had my rifle, I could take him out from here.' she moaned.

"You sure you we just want to start blasting?" Rynn asked. "Not that I mind... just ya know, we could do this all quiet like, if she," jerking his head toward Tera, "Tries talking to him."

"Or we can just nearly flank him, and hit him from both sides."

Tera looked offended "Hey!!!" before pausing "Oh...you meant that in a good way." she glanced over where the stormtrooper was waiting. "Why don't you and Ryn head up to talk to him while I follow closely behind with lyla like a prisoner that way we're all close to the entry ramp when stuff happens and if things go bad, we can all just blast him when we're close."

The walk across the hangar was fraught with dangers. They were in the middle of an Imperial Base whilst stormtroopers where searching for a group of escaped rebels. Each step they took away from the safety of the tunnels left them more exposed to surveillance, where an observer might spot their awkwardness in the armour or their identity as rebels.

Halfway across a maintenance droid trundled by and bleeped loudly at T3-M8 but after a series of buzzing clicks from the T3 droid it hurried away. Then their most difficult challenge presented itself. The group stood at the ramp of the shuttle, the lone stormtrooper guard stared at them.

As they got closer and closer to the guard, Klyn wished he had taken Tera's position.
He always had trouble when talking with living beings, and the current level of stress certainly didn't help.

Taking a deep breath... and mentally checking his hands position on his weapon he started their attempt.

"We found one of the prisoners as they tried to escape in some tunnels.

I believe the admiral will be pleased to get her back."

The walk across the hangar floor was long and tense, especially for Lyla, who couldn't cover her face and had to look unhappy and defeated the whole way across, when her heart thudded in her chest with terror that they might be spotted and caught out. She kept her hands behind her back, wrists pressed together as if bound, which was uncomfortable position even without restraints.

'Apparently he's not done interrogating me yet.' Lyla muttered sourly, to suggest she was somehow valuable to Grendreef.


OOC: So, I wanted to roll Deception to assist Klyn, and got a 1 twice. :( I blew my temporary FP and that wasn't much better. Deception 11, beats DC 10 and gives a +2 circumstance bonus to Klyn.
10:18, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 9 using 1d20+8. deception.
10:18, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 9 using 1d20+8. deception (reroll).
10:18, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 2 using 1d6. force point.

Tera snarled "Save your talk for the interrogation chamber rebel scum. The Admiral needs to know the location of the rebel base. Till then, be quiet,"  Tera forced Lyla forward roughly. "This one is the important one, the others can be killed."


11:15, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 30 using 1d20+10. deception....and now it works....sigh

Marched up the ramp like a prisoner Lyla passes the lone stormtrooper guard without any hitches. Inside the shuttle are two rows of seats. Many are already occupied by stormtroopers. They take little notice of the new arrivals. They remain as menacing as their reputation as they coldly sit and wait for their orders. Before there's a chance to change their plan or make an escape the entry ramp rises and the sound of the shuttle engines increases as they prepare for take off.

Wondering if maybe Tera was a little too good at the abusive Imperial officer act, Lyla stumbled up the ramp and boarded the shuttle, making sure to make a last half-hearted escape attempt on the way. Getting aboard might have been a relief, if the place hadn't been chock full of Stormtroopers. Here they were in the lylek's den, and trapped there with them. 'Mmm, a ship full of strapping Stormtroopers, it's a dream come true.' she deadpanned. She might be playing the part of a prisoner, but she wasn't about to be a meek one. 'Well, let's start with the Admiral.'

Tera motioned Lyla towards an empty seat. "Take a seat rebel scum. One more word out of you and I and every last trooper on this shuttle will take turns in making sure your ride is as unpleasant as possible. No tricks. No more words. Silence is the only thing I expect from you. Do I make myself clear?" Tera sat down beside Lyla.

Forbidden from saying anything, Lyla didn't say anything, and dropped down into the empty seat. How the cruk were they going to get out of this?