Tera once more kept blasting away at the evading seatrooper. They didn't need any Imperials taking an interest in the local area.


10:13, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 18 using 3d8+2.  damage.
10:13, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  To Hit.

"Rynn!" yelled Klyn "Follow the imperials! Lyla is right they must not escape and raise the alarm."

He fired too, but clearly needed to practice a bit more...
ATT 10

More shots from Lyla and Tera knocked the fleeing seatroopers from their waveskimmers. The Imperial soldiers toppled into the sea and the green waters claimed them. Six waveskimmers bobbed placidly on the surface of the sea where before battle had raged. One seatrooper remained, slumped lifelessly over the small repulsorcraft's steering column.

As Rynn piloted the speeder-raft toward the other the Alabak's Gold emerged from under the sea. The ship's sensors and scanners did not detect any other Imperials in the area. Groggily Bron and Quantros awoke to see their shipmates gathered around them. Also on the speeder-raft was the unknown alien. Now the battle was over and everyone could take the time to appraise each other the alien appeared half human and half animal, powerful arms and a broad chest developed into a tail and fins instead of legs. The only ornamentation it wore was a beautifully engraved golden circlet on its head. The alien barked and whistled at the Rebels as it jumped back into the sea once the seatroopers that had tried to kill it had been defeated.

OOC Combat ended. Any trained in Galactic Lore and/or Social Sciences can make checks.


CN          F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP Loc  Notes
Quantros    11 12 14   1/30  1/1  (+10)  5  1      Cover +5
Bron        12 15 14   1/30  1/1  (+10)  4  1      Cover +5
Rynn        14 16 13   13/24 1/1  (+10)  5  2      Cover +5
Lyla        19 19 16   41/41 1/1  (+14)  6  3      Cover +5
Tera        16 17 18   44/44 1/1  (+12)  7  1      Cover +5
Klyn        13 19 17   29/29 1/1  (+9)   5  1      Cover +5
Pek         14 16 17    0                          Cover +5

Trooper 1   13 15  9   21                          Dead
Trooper 2   13 15  9   30                          Dead
Trooper 3   13 15  9   27                          Unconscious
Trooper 4   13 15  9   34                          Dead
Trooper 5   13 15  9   22                          Dead
Trooper 6   13 15  9   23                          Dead


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

Tera breathed a sigh of relief as the battle ended "Take us alongside the other skimmer. I need to see to our two 'heroes'" Tera commented.

14:10, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 24 using 1d20+10.  Social Science.
14:10, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 28 using 1d20+10.  Galactic Lore.

Splashing in the water the seal-like humanoid whistled as it swam back toward the rocks it had been resting on.

[Language unknown: Achitr ilie-aime k Sturllfo Maof ai Naadte Rativewassan atouca heck k ntiint'ourtharut e noweis Avesonrat, prowh nt sisatrselo poeen ntewhiday isic Onepa m anckis.

"Inwataiswh utwhi mavir p a Heicnd Hatverone"]
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Groggy from being knocked you Bron, looks around and sees that the rest of the crew has arrived. The battle seemingly over he sits up and rubs his head.

Blinking his eyes open, Quantros sat up, having slumped over the console. He looked to where his hand was, and somehow, he had pushed the throttle down into the neutral position while he was unconscious. He grumbled something about the Force before looking around at the rest of the crew. His eyes then fixed on Lyla. "Ah, just who I needed to see." Quantros turned his attention to the controls of the raft, before facing Lyla. "Commander Rynn, if I may talk to you privately?" He made a show of reengaging the raft's engine, before adding "Ma'am?"

Lyla stood at the prow of the speeder-raft like a majestic figurehead, riding the boat as it came in. She barked orders to the team, urging them to speed and action. 'Rynn, pull us alongside! Tera, check those clowns. And someone grab that trooper! Move move move!'

As they came alongside, she leaped the gap between the rafts, regarding the strange, half-man, half-seal alien. Lyla showed it an open hand, 'Hi, I'm—' before it barked and whistled at her and dove away. 'Okay then.'

That left the two heroes of the hour, Bron and Quantros, slowing coming around. They were alive, at least, but suffering much more than bruised egos. Lyla looked down at the pair, framed by the sun and glowing golden in the glare. There were a hundred things she could say; she could throw back Quantros's "Somehow, 'I told you so' doesn't seem to cut it.", she could make some cool or clever remark, or she could settle for just cursing them as idiots. But she had no words, and she really didn't need to say anything at all. A bunch of blaster holes weren't worth the bickering. She just gazed down on them with silent pity.

She cocked a head at the Ubese pilot of the other raft. 'He's Rynn, I'm Rahn. But you can call me Lyla... We can talk later, alone, if you want.' Did this mean he was coming around, wanting to make amends? She would give him that chance. 'I figure I'll probably push you into the water now.'



OOC: I'd hoped to have a chance to use this now, before the battle ended, but was a round and a few hours late. I'll try to squeeze it in now, if I may, if only for effect.
Custom Sergeant talent: swift action, grant extra move action to all allies in sight. Do with it what you will.

Knowledge (galactic lore) 13, meh.
09:13, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20+9. knowledge: galactic lore.
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Quantros brought a palm to his face, as he silently chastised himself for his mistake. "Rahn, then. Look, I had a talk with Bron earlier, and I now have something to say that you need to hear." Quantros replied, in an irritated tone. "I haven't the patience for jokes, or anything else for that matter, since I thawed out. So I'd appreciate it if I could get this off my chest as soon as possible. And no, I don't want to say it in front of everyone, because I'm certain they'll question the sincerity of what I say."

'I wasn't joking.' Lyla stated flatly. She wasn't angry, or smug, only weary, wary, and a little annoyed. But she relented, softening and saying 'I only said "later" because everyone's around now, and we need to talk to that Sedran you rescued. And you did rescue him, so thanks...' she admitted, watching the whistling seal-man swim away. 'Besides, I like a cool-down period after a fight.' And before a fight. She knew she had a hot temper, and she didn't want to get into another argument. She figured time off for both of them would be helpful, but if Quantros wanted to talk now, and settle things, then she wouldn't prevent that.

Lyla pointed to the unconscious seatrooper slumped on the drifting wave-skimmer. 'We'll take the raft over and pick him up. We can talk on the way... Off you get, Bron, Tera will check you out.' she said, helping the other one cross between the rafts.

Klyn nodded to Lyla's order and decided to dive and get the imperial and his waveskimmer.

A nice addition to their stock, those.  Now they had much more diversity in movement and teams organization.

Once on the waveskimmer,he brought it back toward Tera for a quick check on the imperial. Machines he could 'sense' and repair, but for living beings he was limited to apply a band aid... and that's all.

09:07, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 26 using 1d20+6.  galactic lore.

Jason is glad to be at the scene at last, though it looks like everything worked out alright. He settles the Alabak's gold in a single location, keeping the ship drifting on the water so the others can come back on board once they're done with their skiffs.

Then he reaches out towards the comlink, hoping this planet's interference doesn't affect short range communications.

"Hey guys, any chance you can try to grab some of those sea troopers. I could strip the armor and make use of it"

It's a little dark perhaps to strip the armor of a group of corpses who were men only minutes ago. But then again, it's war, and in war you can't afford to toss away good equipment.

Quantros nodded, keeping the engine warm as Lyla helped Bron over to the other raft. When she was done, Quantros made sure Lyla was secure, before turning the skimmer back towards the rock. With no one seeming to protest, the two began their journey towards the rock formation, where the 'Sedran' was. 'A new term for me,' he thought.

'Sure, we'll grab what we can.' Lyla replied to Quantros. 'Their armour will go well with that propulsion unit. And I am loving these SG-4s.' Klyn had gone off to fetch the trooper instead, so Lyla adapted and let Quantros motor the raft toward the Sedran. 'Or we'll go talk to this guy.'

She sat down, glad not to have to stand and shoot as she had done coming out. At least the repulsors minimised the risk of sea-sickness. 'So, what do you want to talk about?' she began, guarded but willing to talk.

OOC: PM
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OOC: I'm working on my PM, I was just stuck on something to say.

Bron moves over to the other raft, taking seat and allowing Tera to give him a once over. Thinking the whole battle over, or at least what he remembered of it. Before Lyla left with Quantros, Bron said "Lyla, you were right. My apologies about my rash decision. I am used to working alone.

Turning to Tera, he thought quietly to himself still uneasy from that blaster shot.

Once Bron was off the speeder-raft Quantros turned it back toward the rocks. Now the Sedrian was gathering up a few shells but paused warily as when the speeder approached[Language unknown: "shedaycon sa besi allprethunti ic Haetdinaar"] the alien barked and then looked at the Alabak's Gold as it surfaced[Language unknown: "nc entredugh na ek ortateoernde neanca?"]

Jason finds the ship's com-links operating successfully. Klyn found the dazed seatrooper just returning to consciousness when he board the waveskimmer "I surrender" the trooper yielded and let Klyn take him back the others. The waveskimmer was obviously designed for scout and patrol missions, it consisted of a powerful repulsorlift engine with two small thrust engines. Designed for a single pilot it had room for a passenger to straddle the engine block. The seatrooper was wearing stormtrooper armour that had been adapted for aquatic engagements, attached was a propulsion pack allowing fast movement. On board the waveskimmer was also a SG-4 blaster rifle, a harpoon and a stun grenade.
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As the speeder-raft slowed down on the approach to the little rocky outcrop, Lyla stood up and tried to make a friendly, peaceful gesture – arms low and out to the sides, fingers spread to show empty hands, which should be minimally offensive to most alien races and cultures. For now, her talk with Quantros was set aside; things might not be fully resolved, but he seemed humanised to her now.

Lyla realised this outcrop had be the tip of a sunken hill, mountain, or ridge, so the seabed wouldn't be too far below. The dead troopers wouldn't have sunk too far down either. Had the sea-levels risen in the ancient past to leave these isolated mountain tips?

She answered the Sedran clearly and slowly 'I am sorry, we do not understand. Do you speak Galactic Standard?' If he didn't, this could be a problem. They might need Rekara to translate, and there was no guarantee they wouldn't just get nonsense out of her.
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As he piloted the waveskimmmer toward the rest of the group, Klyn looked a bit surprised.

"I think I can understand what he means, kinda" he answered Lyla.

"Probably a variant of some language I heard." he added, shrugging.
"Anyways, he thanked us for saving him from the 'Fish-killer'.  He is also impressed by our way of traveling on our 'floating shell'.

There is something he said about 'Hidden waters', whatever that is..."

Well, that wasn't much clearer. "Fish-killer?" The Imperials were probably thoughtlessly destroying local fish stocks, Lyla considered. She'd seen the mess they'd made on Felucia. She realised the Sedrans were probably not a spacefaring society, and probably knew little about life beyond the sky. That didn't make them fools though. But why then were the Imperials and the Alliance coming here? 'Ask him if he knows of Rekara or Mors Odrion, the Alliance representatives.'

"Here's an even better question," Quantros chimed in. "Does he know what the 'fish killers' are doing here? Think about it. The Imperials sent an entire squad after him, even though he was completely defenseless. You don't just do that on a whim. If I were the Imperial commander, and I saw a noncombatant with no hostile intent or will to take up arms, I wouldn't bother sending men after him. My mission would take priority, unless the sentient in question saw something he wasn't supposed to. What did he see that made his extermination such a high priority?"
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[Language unknown: "Ofplisevad rut n andavesanove ekithi. Ceme manc comortenc allhi io wine"] the Sedrian barked to the Rebels.

With everyone going about their business and nothing to do, Jason leans back and wonders about all that might be going on with this planet. Certainly there are a lot of oddities here. The strange part seal creature he spotted out the window is right on that list. But he trust that his companions have everything in hand. Some of his companions anyway.

Rynn really didn't care for their jedi compatriots, but he kept his silence. When the fish creature surfaced and began speaking the strange language  Rynn shook his head. "I can't make out anything. What does it sound like Klyn?" He asked. He spent his time checking the instrument panels and scanning the horizon for other imps.