Zirak wastes no time in springing onto the extended ramp.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 22 using 1d20+5. Move Object.
Zirak Derasir rolled 14 using 1d20-2. Jump.
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Sora has glanced at the ship, then back to the advancing droidekas.

"Get behind me!" he shouts to Sella, jaw set as he assumes a defensive stance.

OOC: Sora Bulq is using Total Defense.

Sella doesn't argue, ducking behind him as she fires a blast at one of the approaching weequay guards. The guard dodges nimbly to the side as he quickens his advance.

The droidekas open fire, and Sora only narrowly manages to parry their blasts, one of which strays perilously close to his left ear. A couple of the blasts are reflected back at the droids, but are harmlessly absorbed by their energy shields.

OOC: Droideka dealt 23 points of vitality damage to Sora Bulq.

The pair of weequay guards reach Sora, each one swinging at him. They are skilled swordsmen, and Sora manages only narrowly to parry their strokes.

"Go!" Sora calls to Sella, gritting his teeth as he is forced back a couple of paces.

Sella hesitates a moment longer, face pale as she stares at the gap between window ledge and boarding ramp. She clenches her fists, takes a deep breath, and leaps. She narrowly reaches the ramp, half tripping and skidding forward, clinging to one of the struts to steady herself.

OOC: Korr Sella rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Jump.
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Sora parries one last blow before leaping backwards, using the Force to guide him to land lightly in the center of the ramp. He quickly hurries after Sella, as the ramp closes.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 16 using 1d20+6. Jump.
Sora Bulq rolled 20 using 1d20+7. Move Object.

'Malar's Fist' moves away from the window even as Sora ascends the ramp, darting off into the sky above. The guard nearest to the window has time to mutter a Srilurrian curse as a blast from the E-Web crashes into the window a moment later.
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"Well," says Bane as he directs the ship up and away from the fortress, "It seems your uncle will need some convincing before he gives us- you back your estate."
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"Family," Zirak agrees, darkly, "The one group you can rely on to stab you when you are down."

Bane gives an appreciative snort.

"Well," he adds, "You two still need some 'food' and we need information, so I suggest that we land in a settlement somewhere nearby."

"Indeed," Zirak says, "Any ideas, Sora? Preferably ones your uncle knows you know about, since you seem to have an objection to eating people who are not trying to kill us?"

"I can remember nothing of this moon," Sora responds, looking perplexed as he stares at the fortress behind them.

Zirak groans.

"Well then, let's just stop at the first one we see," Bane suggests, practically.

"Fair enough. If we mention he is a Jedi Crusader, perhaps someone will be obliging enough to try and kill us."

"I doubt they know who they are in these parts," Bane surmises, "But finding a weequay who wants to pick a fight shouldn't be difficult."

Bane does not have to fly for more than ten minutes before a fairly decent sized settlement is visible in the distance.

Zirak smiles hungrily.

"As good a place as any to rest and re-fuel."

Bane takes the ship into the settlement. There do not appear to be hangar bays, but rather a rough, stone platform upon which multiple ships can land. There is no sign of a dock officer.

"Well," says Bane, "I vote we find a place to stay the night, since tomorrow you two will likely have another outburst, as it seems to be almost daily. Then we can decide whether or not to keep attempting to get access to Sora's fortune or whether to find another mark."
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"We should depart this moon as soon as possible," Sella says concernedly, "Who knows what spies of his uncle could be in this town."

"Are you volunteering to be lunch?" Zirak asks coolly, "Because if not, then I suggest you listen to Bane."

Sella sends him a resentful glare, but does not argue further.