I'm not supposed to be here!   Posted by Master Servious.Group: 0
Master Servious
 GM, 2019 posts
 The ultimate power
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Fri 23 Sep 2016
at 04:20
I'm not supposed to be here!
The peaceful bliss of unconsciousness was slowly replaced with the rhythmic throbbing of a monster headache.  Jace groaned as he came back to lucidity and almost wished he hadn't.  That butt strike to the back of his head had been hard.  Those stormtroopers weren't stuffing around at all.

He recalled the incident now.  He'd been sitting at the bar minding his own business when a team of troopers had walked up to him and demanded he come with them.  He'd merely asked why when the blow had come.  Now he was here.

Opening his eyes he looked around.  He was in a standard Imperial detention cell.  Presumedly he was still on the station, he didn't believe he'd been unconscious that long.  Looking around he noticed he was not alone in the cell.  Another human male was occupying the room's chair.


OOC:  You just pick the loveliest places to meet.  Jace, Dyre, you're in an Imperial holding cell on the station.  You can fill in each other on what you know and get started.  Please keep all posts in this thread please and welcome to the game.
Jace Bralor
 Player, 1 post
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Fri 23 Sep 2016
at 22:26
I'm not supposed to be here!
Why can life never go smooth? He asks rhetorically as he checks the lump on the back of his skull.  So, what kind of osik did they get you on? he addresses himself to his cell-mate, And what are we gonna do about getting ourselves out?
Dyre Helrak
 Player, 1 post
Sat 24 Sep 2016
at 06:41
I'm not supposed to be here!
"Hnnng." Is the first sound, clutching at his head, "Did you catch that speeder? I think it was white, covered in plasteel, and looked an awful lot like a Stormy. Ahhhh..." He sits up straighter, leaning his head back against the wall of the cell. "Dunno. Just, somethin' 'bout wanting to ask some questions? Ohhh my head." He reaches up his his hand applying it to his temple and rubbing it gingerly.

After a few minutes of nursing the lump he looks toward the door, "Well, if I had about a quarter pound of explosives, and these beds had more meat to them than a womp rat, I'd blow it off the hinges. Maybe try the ol' heart attack routine? Dunno, you got some ideas?"
Jace Bralor
 Player, 2 posts
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Sat 24 Sep 2016
at 21:18
I'm not supposed to be here!
Not all that confident in my acting or lock breaking skills.  My kind of di'kutla (dee-KOOT-lah) luck, I'd set the alarms off in here, he says with a small shake of his head, wary of igniting the fire in his skull again.  He mutters to himself for a minute, you can't hear all of it, but you certainly make out words like Hut'uunla Chakaaryc (hoo-TOON-lah chah-KAR-eesh) and something about turning somebody's gett'se (GET-say) into a pair of earrings.  You also hear several references to "Akk Dogs."

Finally, he stops ranting to himself, looking up at his cellmate and holds his hand out in a universal greeting. Name's Jace.  Blaster-for-hire.  The shabla (SHAH-bla) mercenary group I was originally intending to sign on with must have taken a dim view of my telling them to jump in a black hole.
Master Servious
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Mon 26 Sep 2016
at 03:19
I'm not supposed to be here!
Random small talk goes on for a while as the pair get to know each other.  Little goes on outside the cell except for the occasional station security officer doing the rounds.  Time passes slowly. . .or is it quickly?  It's hard to tell when your chrono has been taken and you're stuck in a cell with no windows and a door that leads on to a space station corridor.

The pair conclude it must be evening when a hatch opens at the bottom of the door opens and two MRE's are pushed in.  Given their backgrounds in military or paramilitary organisations, both had eaten more than one 'Meal Ready to Eat' in their time and they knew they just had to break the edge and they would self heat to a filling meal.  Some of them even tasted half good.  The guard merely looked in after pushing the meals in then moved off on his deliveries.





OOC:  Just to bring you guys up to speed I try to post every 3 days (2 in combat) or when enough has happened to justify a post.  In this care the time has been hit.  I should point out that my games are very 'sandbox'.  The game rolls on regardless of the PC's actions.  So if you don't act your inaction could lead to issues as much as action.  At present no whiney farmboy soon to be a Jedi is going to swing in to rescue you!

If you ever need context or want to know please ask.  Your characters obviously know things you don't.  So if you're not sure how something will go or you want some information, please ask.  I will let you know what your char will know based on his history, your play style and secret dice rolls.  So if the roll is bad I may give you VERY bad advice (or vice verca).  Depending on the roll I might let you know your confidence (or lack there of).  Roll a natural 20 you'll be mega confident you'll know what you're doing (don't cut the red wire, are you nuts?).  However roll a 1 and you'll be equally confident (it's totally the red wire.  I stake my life on it, hell, let me cut it!)

A few points so far.  You're already discussing busting out (awfully trusting for two strangers who've just met.  What if one of you was an Imperial spy?)  But you also haven't discussed why you're even there.  Could be an overnight stay that you merely need to wait out or a full blown execution is planned for 20 minutes.  You don't know and that will undoubtedly impact on your plans.

Just a few random comments.

Oh and Jace, I appreciate your Mandolorian phrases are more likely for roleplaying effect, but if Jace ever chooses to speak in Mandalorian, I've added it to your language groups (same for your languages Dyre).  The rationale for these is you don't always know who is listening and more importantly, if they understand the language you're speaking.

Dyre Helrak
 Player, 2 posts
Mon 26 Sep 2016
at 06:59
I'm not supposed to be here!
"Dyre Helrak. What'd they get me for? Hell if I know. I think it was random sweeps." He lets his head thumb back against the metal only to groan at his bad idea.

Eventually the MRs arrive, who knows how long that was but with his head pounding it felt like an eternity. He grabs one, tossing the other over to the... is he a Mando? "Are you a Mando? Some of those words sound... familiar." He moves back over to his side and sits down to open up the MRE.

"Me though. I was with a Merc group. Was-" he takes a bite of the meals rejected by ewoks, and frowns at it "-they feed their people these? By the force that's BAD."




OOC: D'oh! Yeah, sorry, I got a bit busy and I was a little off on my timing. I meant to pose more. I'm trying to think up what we should do too. I mean, I'm decent with explosives, but how're we gonna get those in here? I'm thinking I gotta find a way to trick the Imps... I'm not sure! Haha.

This message was last edited by the player at 07:00, Mon 26 Sept 2016.

Jace Bralor
 Player, 3 posts
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Mon 26 Sep 2016
at 14:44
I'm not supposed to be here!
I do have that privilege he says in response to the Mandalorian question. Born and raised


He catches the inaccurately named MRE without sparing it a thought. Seriously, who do they think they're trying to kid, these things are neither meals, nor ready to eat. . He takes a look at the package, Imitation traladon and powdered tubers in gravy? could be worse. he says with a shrug, taking a bite and chewing slowly. It's the nerf-loaf you gotta watch out for, tastes like boiled boot-leather.. He continues eating, contemplating his chances of grabbing the next guard who pokes his head in and stealing their code cylinder. If both of them worked together, they might have a shot at getting out and finding their kit. Then it would be time to go hunting.

Might not have to fake distress, just wait for the rations to work through our systems, he finally says around a mouthful of imitation Traladon, having been contemplating how they were going to affect their escape. Honestly, if he didn't need the calories, he'd be very tempted to dump it in the 'fresher.


OOC: don't think Ewoks were quite discovered by this point in the timeline, but love your MRE thing.  yes, the occasional uses of Mando'a are for RP value. Having been locked up a time or two RL, there's not a whole lot we can do short of jumping a guard for his code cylinder and blaster. how we manage that is up for debate.
Master Servious
 GM, 2022 posts
 The ultimate power
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Mon 26 Sep 2016
at 22:11
I'm not supposed to be here!
OOC:  Ewoks were probably known of to various anthropologists, etc.  But they would have held as much interest to a couple of mercs as any other primitive alien species on a world with no war.  I.e. None!  So you guys wouldn't have heard of them.

Black Talon Game Mechanics 101
If you want to try and jump the guards or some other escape plan I base it on dice rolls and your plan.  So if you wanted to try the 'sick prisoner routine', the one playing the not-sick prisoner would make a performance/bluff check (whichever is higher), the sick person would make a performance check to attempt a synergy bonus.  Given how terribly cliche that is I'd give the guard a bonus to his sense motive roll.  You can always make rolls if you like but I will do them in the background if you don't.  Some people like to roll their own dice but I like players to focus on the roleplay more than rollplay.

However if you had an incredibly creative idea or twist, or great roleplaying, I might lower his bonus or give you guys a bonus on your own rolls.

Dyre Helrak
 Player, 3 posts
Mon 26 Sep 2016
at 22:35
I'm not supposed to be here!
"I'm almost for waiting on the rations to work through. If you get sick, I'm pretty sure I can convince them that it's a lot worse." Dyre responded with a pull of his mouth into a smile. His free hand idly rubs his head once more as his gaze filters about the room. Another bite, chew...

"So what'd ya think of that attack? Think maybe that's why we're here? Could be they're just rounding up all the mercs on suspicion." He looks down at his MRE, Dru'un surprise. Do I even want to know what the surprise is? "Well, I don't recommend this one. Oh, look, it even has blue milk substitute in it."



OOC: Hah! I was trying to think of some primitive or backwater species. It's a play on the military joke of "Meals Rejected by Ethiopians." Knew a US Marine who would jokingly call them that every time they were brought up.

This message was last edited by the player at 22:36, Mon 26 Sept 2016.

Jace Bralor
 Player, 4 posts
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 01:00
I'm not supposed to be here!
Better you than me.  Bavodu Fi says i can't lie my way out of a flimsi-sack, he chuckled ruefully.

Wouldn't put it past the di'kute in charge, he responds before taking a bite of the tubers with a grimace.

This one has some kind of to sweet fruit juice, suppose I could fake an allergic reaction, he says, pulling a sour face after taking a sip. and no, you don't want to know what the surprise is, Jace says wryly, having caught Dyre's glance at the wrapper of his meal replaced by everyone.


OOC: knew a soldier (U.S. Army) who made that and similar jokes about the MRE.  Used to put on his best "Crocodile Dundee" cause 'You can live off it, but it tastes like shit'

This message was last edited by the player at 01:16, Tue 27 Sept 2016.

Master Servious
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Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 01:32
I'm not supposed to be here!
The discussion on MRE's the mercs had known and loved was interrupted as the cell suddenly opened and three people stood there.  None of them wore the uniform of security.  Two were human, a male and a female and the third was a Weequay.  The humans wielded heavy blaster pistols in a manner that suggested they knew how to use them.  The Weequay had a pair of binders in one hand and a large stun baton on his waist.  None of them looked in the least bit amused.

The woman barked in an authorative tone.  "Turn around.  Hands against the wall NOW.  Any funny business and you're fucking dead.  Cuff 'em Slash."  The Weequay looked at the pair as if he'd as happily rip their arms off as cuff them.



OOC:  Food critics maybe?  You have two blaster wielding humans outside your cell and a Weequay wanting to bind you.  There is no sign of security.  You also get the feeling these guys aren't simple mindless thugs.  You suspect they might be mercs.  Whoever they are, you think they're VERY serious.
Jace Bralor
 Player, 5 posts
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 02:27
I'm not supposed to be here!
y'know, you catch more piranha Beatles with nectar than with vinegar, he remarks dryly, making no immediate moves to comply with the shouted order. How's about asking a little nicer?
Dyre Helrak
 Player, 4 posts
Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 04:40
I'm not supposed to be here!
"Woh, woh, woh." Dyre responds, his hands held up, "Do you really think this is wise? I'm with Crimson Sky Security. And if you know who they are, you know you really shouldn't be doing this." His hands drop down and his head shakes slowly from side-to-side.
Master Servious
 GM, 2024 posts
 The ultimate power
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Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 05:56
I'm not supposed to be here!
The woman said nothing, merely pulling the trigger and Jace gasped as he took the stunbolt full in the chest and fell to the ground spasming.  He'd taken a hit or two in his time but that HURT!  Of course it was nothing compared to the pain when the Weequay casually booted him in the chest with his foot, then again.


The whole attack took less than five seconds and the whole time the male human kept his attention and his weapon firmly centred on Dyre.  He didn't even look over at Jace's punishment.  Clearly not an amateur.  What he also noticed was nobody came running at the sound of the shot.  While quieter than a blaster bolt, surely the guards should have heard the stun bolt?

Jace gasped and coughed as he regained use of his body.  Even as he did so his brain registered that the Weequay hadn't hurt him that badly.  He'd only kicked him twice and not hard enough to break ribs, though it hurt like hell.  Either the Weequay was not that tough or fairly disciplined.  The fact he'd only kicked him twice suggested the latter.

The woman continued to stare at Jace, blaster pointed at his prone form"Next time he won't be so gentle.  Hands behind your back."




OOC: Doesn't seem these guys take well to backtalk!  Jace is currently prone and a little bruised.  The woman is pointing her blaster at Jace, the guy at Dyre.  The Weequay is in the room over Jace but is not getting in the line of fire.  The humans have heavy blasters, the Weequay a stun baton on his belt.

Now since combat is an option here (not saying you need to, but it's a possibility, though you're at a clear disadvantage) if you do decide to go into battle be sure to indicate what you do, any benefits you'll use and try to post more than one round so I can continue on.  If one of you does decide to initiate combat I'll prepare a map on roll20 but I'm waiting to see your plans.

A note on combat.  You will notice I use various colours to signify damage be it wounds, vitality, shields or hull.  These are specific:

White = Uninjured (100% of max)
Green = Light injury (75-99%)
Yellow = Moderate injury (50-74%)
Orange = Serious injury (25-49%)
Red = Critical Injury (0-24%)


Jace: 43/55VP 15/15WP
Dyre: 33/33VP 10/10WP

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:57, Tue 27 Sept 2016.

Jace Bralor
 Player, 6 posts
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 20:41
I'm not supposed to be here!
OOC: sometimes discretion is the better part of valor. The odds are clearly against me, and maybe they'll slip up at some future point.

He grudgingly complies with the order this time, wincing slightly against the bruising to his ribs. Not my best kriffing day ever
Dyre Helrak
 Player, 5 posts
Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 20:58
I'm not supposed to be here!
"Woh! Woh." Dyre says as he backs up from the people. "You do realize you'll wind up with some rather powerful enemies if you start messing with us. Right? We're here recruiting for Crimson Sky Security. You really want that working against you here?" He's not resisting, just not exactly putting his hands up against the wall all 'nice like.'
Master Servious
 GM, 2025 posts
 The ultimate power
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Wed 28 Sep 2016
at 04:05
I'm not supposed to be here!
The sound of a second stun bolt deafened the room as this time the male fired his pistol into Dyre.  It was his turn to gasp as he fell to the ground writhing in pain.  Luckily for him the Weequay was too busy cuffing Jace to reward him with the kicks he'd given to the Mandolorian.  Dyre was still feeling the effects when the Weequay spun him over, secured his binders tightly behind his back then shoved the two bound men on to the bed.

The woman then walked into the cell while the male stood on guard.

"This is how it's gonna be boys.  You speak only when spoken to, you answer my questions completely.  Do that and Slash here won't have to rough you up.  I can tell you he enjoys his job."

The Weequay simply nodded and pulled out his oversized stun bat.

"So.  Where the fuck is our cargo?"


Jace: 43/55VP 15/15WP
Dyre: 33/33VP 10/10WP

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:24, Wed 28 Sept 2016.

Jace Bralor
 Player, 7 posts
 Mandalorian Mercenary
 Death before dishonor
Wed 28 Sep 2016
at 13:44
I'm not supposed to be here!
Lady, I'm a mercenary, not a kriffing pirate! He blusters in rightful indignation. Check the Imperial impound  He is not happy about the prospect of getting killed in a case of mistaken identity, and it shows in his face.