"Neat trick," Fennec admits to Layla as she moves past to give Stro'to a rough nudge with her foot, "Time to wake up."

As she speaks she withdraws her final medpac, spraying once last mist onto the damaged armor on her partially healed shoulder and jabbing the kolto injector into her arm. Tossing it into the corner of the room she readies her blaster rifle and moves through the gloom over to the stairs.

OOC: Fennec Kang rolled 15 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 9. Treat Injury.
Fennec Kang healed 2 wound points.

Bane withdraws a medpac of his own, watching Fennec as he attempts to emulate her actions and cursing as he once more sprays liquid everywhere except onto his wound. Withdrawing his own final medpac he gives one more attempt, adding a puddle of kolto to the other mixture of dried liquids which cover the mats beneath him.

"They really do hate me," he laments as he rises resignedly to follow after Fennec.

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 5 using 1d20 with rolls of 5. Treat Injury.
Bane Malar rolled 7 using 1d20 with rolls of 7. Treat Injury.

Stro'to seems to have no trouble doing the calculations here as to who is the most qualified medic, and looks hopefully in Layla's direction, making a pitiful noise as he jars his shoulder.

"I do not suppose such a gifted healer as yourself is also able to heal others?" he tries, somewhat shamelessly given their history.

"It isn't as simple as something like injecting kolto," Layla explains as she follows after Bane, "I might be able to try healing you once we reach Kadon's, but it is a lengthy process and requires time and concentration. At least it does for me anyway. I was by no means considered gifted in the art of healing."

"You seem to be skilled enough to me," Bane says skeptically, glancing at her healed stomach.

Stro'to looks like he wouldn't have minded some healing before he arrived at the place of a vigilante who wants him dead, but the Twi'lek only looks crestfallen a moment before turning to the next most qualified option in line.

"Fennec...?"

"Don't even dream of it, Stro'to, she's my minion not yours," Xizran sneers.

Fennec smirks as she unlocks the door downstairs and peers out into the dark street outside.

"Try to remain hidden and not trip over anything," she says softly, with a look at Stro'to and Bane which suggests that this might be too much to hope for from the pair. She activates her stealth field generator before cursing as she trips on the rusted lip of the door in the gloom, quickly catching her balance as she glares at Stro'to and Bane as if her misfortune is somehow their fault.

OOC: Fennec Kang rolled 14 using 1d20+12. Hide.
Fennec Kang rolled 14 using 1d20+10. Move Silently.

If Bane is grinning under his helmet he isn't grinning for long, as he activates his own stealth field generator and is careful to step over the lip of the doorway, but fails to anticipate a screw jutting out from the door jam which catches on his belt and causes him to trip backwards and crash against the wall.

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 7 using 1d20+3. Hide.
Bane Malar rolled 10 using 1d20+5. Move Silently.

Layla is careful to avoid all the potential hazards revealed as she moves out into the street after the others.

OOC: Layla Secura rolled 14 using 1d20+6. Hide.
Layla Secura rolled 11 using 1d20+7. Move Silently.

Xizran follows behind Fennec, stepping cautiously. He walks quietly, apparently agreeing with Fennec fully on the need to avoid attracting attention.

OOC: Xizran rolled 18 using 1d20+10. Hide.
Xizran rolled 26 using 1d20+10. Move Silently.
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Stro'to limps along weakly after them too, clearly struggling (or pretending he is) to keep up with the others, his skin ashen and his good arm supporting his injured bad one, which he seems to have used some warehouse packaging to make a makeshift sling for.

OOC: Vek Stro'to rolled 30 using 1d20+12. Move Silently.
Vek Stro'to rolled 14 using 1d20+12. Hide.

Fortunately the street appears to be deserted and they see no sign of danger or their enemies as they set off down the street. They keep to the edges of the streets and alleyways as they pick their way cautiously toward the Saaral District, avoiding the busier or more well lit streets as they go.

"Hold up," Fennec murmurs, pausing as footsteps approach, along with roisterous laughter.

A moment later a party of a dozen or so inebriated looking Nikto pass, one of them pulling out his blaster to shoot a very inaccurate blast at a vrelt skulking in the shadows. The blast misses the creature by about a meter as it scurries off in alarm while the Niktos guffaw at their companion's poor marksmanship. They appear to be too inebriated to notice the party as they pass down the center of the street and are soon lost from sight.

OOC: Nikto Thugs rolled 1 using 1d20-1. Spot.

"At least someone is having a good night," Bane mutters as they continue on once more.

Fennec shoots him a dark glance as they press on once more. The continue for the best part of an hour, picking their way carefully through the streets, and whether through luck or provenance they see no sign of their pursuers for the entirety of the journey. They reach the Saraal District and the streets about them become busier, with the distant sounds of blaster fire, shouting and screaming becoming more frequent.

"Not far now," says Layla, who has begun to lead the procession, "Just a couple more streets."

Turning the corner, they find themselves in a wide street lined with run down parts dealers for swoops and droids. Most are closed and quiet, save for a small garage outside which a small stall with flashing neon lights advertising fried Rodian eel and Nilluk strips. A bunch of half a dozen Rodians are gathered around a table nearby, playing Pazaak, while a couple more converse nearby and another leans against a battered swoop. They watch as the party approach, falling quiet but making no effort to stop them. It is as the party have almost past that the Rodian by the swoop bike addresses them.

"You are Stro'to, yes?" he calls to the Twi'lek crime lord in Huttese, "Kelbo think you look like him. Kelbo heard there is bounty-"

Kelbo doesn't get to finish, as Fennec's blaster rifle swings up in a flash, blasting him in the chest and sending his smoking body careening over the swoop and onto the ground behind. The rest of the Rodians hastily rise, reaching for their weapons.

OOC: Layla Secura rolled 25 using 1d20+6. Initiative.
Fennec Kang rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Initiative.
Rodian Thugs rolled 21 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
Stro'to rolled 13 using 1d20+6. Initiative.
Xizran rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Initiative.
Bane Malar rolled 7 using 1d20+3. Initiative.
Fennec Kang dealt 14 points of wound damage to Kelbo.

"You didn't even let him finish," Layla scolds Fennec as she ignites her lightsaber and takes up a defensive stance in front of the others, "For all we know he was going to offer to assist us."

"I thought you said you'd spent some time in Worlport," Fennec shoots back critically as Layla bats away blasts which fly about them.

OOC: Rodian Thug dealt 7 points of vitality damage to Layla Secura.

"In Layla's defense, my slave quarters are a far kinder place than the streets," Stro'to points out, raising his blaster and blasting a second Rodian through the chest.

OOC: Vek Stro'to dealt 14 points of wound damage to Rodian.

"Only because everyone knows the resale value of mistreated slaves for anyone who will get bad press for buying one is abysmal," Xizran sneers.

He seems content to let Fennec do the work, since he mostly makes sure he's behind her and points helpfully at a Rodian whose leg is sticking out from behind cover in case she's missed it.

OOC: Xizran rolled 13 using 1d20+9. Aid Another check (DC 10).