"Oh no..." Joron murmured, the pangs of grief and misfortune shaking him. "Varis!" He called out, racing toward the blazing inferno as if to spy whether or not she was either deceased or in danger.

He knew, he knew what this was, or rather, what it might have been. It was a plan, all part of that man's sick little game of control and a means to weasel out of what had to be a fortuitous agreement. The only question was whether or not the Duchess was all right.

Over the roar of the flames it is difficult to make out the sound, but those in the common room can hear, just barely, "Help!" coming from beyond and below the window.

Returning his weapon into the confines of his robe, Joron releases a string of alien curses. Bad, this was bad and as of yet, no one else was in sight. Looking to his left and then to his right, the savvy young noble ran towards where he hoped the suite contained a fire extinguisher. If there was no way to get around the roaring flames... he would need to find another way.

Joron is able to get a fire extinguisher which can be used to spray the same foam that the suppression system uses. Getting into the remains of Varis's suite, though, with just this hand-held device will be difficult, to say the least.

Narik assessed the situation and couldn’t see any enemies in the smoke. Whatever had happened no-one had remained to take the blame. The soldier quickly holstered his blasters ”we need to get everyone out” he shouted to those you were emerging from their rooms ”we should be safe in the Lorelei” he suggested.

When he saw Joron attempting to control the blaze he joined the noble ”is she in there?” he asked.

Rushing across the suite, Joron attempts to bring order to a chaos as he released the first sprays of foam to clear a path inside. When Narik appeared, he only paid a modicum of attention to the man.

"Yeah. Not sure of the condition, sounds far away," he shouted over the blaze. "Go wake the armored princess, if I can't clear a bath through here she can at least put that armor of hers to use!"

"Aadun, see if you can check the fire supression system in the computer, see if there's any way to get it running." Kala said, as she looked into the room. She looked around the area, to see if she could find another one of the small fire supression systems.

"Um, alright," he says and shrugs his shoulders before running in the direction of the computer.  Playing with fire wasn't his thing anyway and maybe he'd find some clues.  So, he raced over to the door, hit the opening and ran down the stairs taking two at a time.  Once he got there, he quickly turned on the computer and checked to see if there was anything off about the "settings" of Varis' room and if there is anything he could do about the fire suppression.

[Private to The Force: You rolled 25 using 1d20+14 ((11)). - Use Computer check]

Kala searched for a bit, and found another one of the portable fire supression units. "I don't know how much time we have, and if Krysten is awake yet. We need to move quickly though." She said, as she holstered her pistol and picked it up. "You with me Joron, Narik?"

Krysten woke with a start at the explosion.  Precious moments were lost, however as she slipped into her armor.  Thankfully, the two pistols went on in a bare two seconds as her gun belt was snapped to her equipment belt with a simple quick-disconnect attachment.  As Kala was speaking she came out of the room, armed for war.  Seeing the flames, she crossed the space of the common area in less than five steps.

"Varis?" she asked, pointing towards the flames.  As soon as she got a nod, she sealed her armor and plunged into the flames, looking for Varis.

22:47, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 13 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 2. Perception (+9 skill, +2 Helmet Package).

With Joron attempting the best he could to prevent the fire from spreading Narik turned toward Krysten’s room. Signs of further danger were not obvious but it didn’t mean that the danger had gone ”be careful we don’t know if this was deliberate or not. There could be more explosions or even an intruder somewhere nearby” the soldier warned Kala and Joron as he rushed off to find Krysten.

Narik never reached the Mandalorian’s door before she stepped out fully armoured and plunged into the fire. Narik was left wondering if she actually slept in her armour.

Jets of foam sprayed and sprayed as Joron pressed further and further into the unruly inferno. Sometime, between the doorway and his present position, he had shielded his face with a bandanna likely reserved for his head. As Kala called out, he responded amicably, though the sound of fire cut his words just short. Krysten's efforts only renewed an unwavering zeal. Further, they had to press further and rescue the Duchess in distress before it was too late!

Krysten hears the faint sound of Varis's cry for help from beyond the remains of the window to her suite.

She also sees three airspeeders, one of them military grade, hovering about two hundred meters from the building. Her military training tells her that there are concussion missile launchers mounted beneath it, which would probably explain the explosion.

Moving to the edge of the blown out wall, Krysten looks for Varis as she primes an anti-vehicle rocket in her wrist rocket launcher.  Her chin moved forward and hit the plate that activated the comlink built into her helmet package and spoke as soon as it chirped that it was connected with at least one of the group's comlinks.

"Three airpseeders, one with a concussion launcher.  Still looking for Varis."



Move Action: Move across room
Standard Action: Perception Check
--13:04, Today: Krysten Tyner rolled 25 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 14. Perception.
Swift Action: Activate Comlink to the rest of the group
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Narik believed the best defence was offence. If they was an armed airspeeder out there it needed to the brought down before he killed them all. Shame he didn’t have a missile launcher or even a grenade close to hand ”we’ve got to eliminate that speeder” he replied on his comlink.

Without the benefit of armour he couldn’t risk entering Varis’s room so Narik searched for any room which would give him an angle on the airspeeder hoping to try and shoot it down.

OOC Narik will move into a room adjacent to Varis’s and if possible shoot at the military airspeeder

The Olan Marquis's penthouse is too far up the building to have operable windows anywhere but the balcony, which is not on this side of the building. Narik will have to shoot out one of the windows or at least break it somehow to be able to get a shot at the airspeeder.

Krysten, meanwhile, finds that getting across the room is slow going, thanks to all the debris, which makes it difficult terrain. Thankfully, with the hangar and landing bay above this floor, the ceiling and floor have been heavily reinforced, which contained the blast, but also made it that much worse on this floor.

With frustration Narik could see the airspeeder but with the window blocking any attempt to open fire without attracting its attention he had a difficult decision to make. If he did nothing thing might get a lot worse. If whoever was trying to get at Varis saw she was being rescued they may well open fire again, injuring or killing Krysten too.

Narik threw his left arm across his face to shield himself as he aimed his blaster at the window ”let’s give them something to concentrate on” he chirped on the team comlink frequency, the soldier had experience with being under fire and it didn’t seem to faze him.

Kala nodded, though before she headed off, she strode into the room, and foamed as much of the fire as she could, she didn't know how much of the stuff was in there, but she would stop when it ran out.

Then, she was going to head to see if the ship was fine. If it was, perhaps taking off would get the attention of the speeders. She just hoped someone on board could use the weapons systems.

Kala rushes up the stairs to the hangar while Narik blasts out the windows in the room adjacent to Varis's and Krysten and Joron work on Varis's suite.

Kala finds that the hangar emergency lights are off and she meets one of the crewmen at the boarding ramp as he is coming down to find out what's happened.

Narik has no problems blasting out the window, although it takes a few shots of his weapon to do it, since they're blast resistant.

"Ahh. Good to see you. The penthouse is under attack by an unknown force." Kala said, as she nodded to the crewman. "I hope to use the Loralai to either get their attention, or drive them off. Tell me, do you have a knack for shooting the ship's weapons."

"I can fire them when necessary, but that's not going to make much difference. We can't get out of the hangar," the crewman tells her.

"Any time, Aadun!" Joron yelled over the fire, encouraging the sly Zabrak to find fortune amidst disaster. Though his tank of foam had done well to get him this far, the combination of smoke and fire was taking its toll. Faster, they needed to reach Varis faster! Using whatever was left in the extinguisher, the brash noble races to the window. Once there, he drops the bane of flame to the floor then pauses at the sight of the air speeders. While questions ran through his mind, now was no time for answers. It was time to rescue the damsel in distress! [private to GM: If Joron is within sight/capable of doing so, he reaches out to her.]

"Are we locked down, or is there Debris in the way?" Kala asked, as she looked around the hangar, trying to get a better idea on what the heck was going on.

Hangar
"I'm not sure. If there's debris, it's outside, where we can't see it. The security doors were closed."

Suite
Joron's movements are also slowed by the difficult terrain, but he makes it to the edge as well and looks out the window to see what the others already have. Varis is hanging from a hastily deployed cable below the windows of the floor beneath them. Her grappling hook is just out of arm's length, but securely wedged into the duracrete of the building. While the line isn't going anywhere, Varis does not have a utility belt or anything, just the grappling hook and liquid cable dispenser. When she loses her grip from exhaustion or the pain in her hands from holding onto the thin cable, that will be it.

At this point, Narik has a clear shot at the speeders.

Kala nodded, and switched her blaster to stun. "Is there a way to get outside and see what's keeping the door closed?" She asked, as she nodded to the crewmember.