Nar Shaddaa

The port is bustling with activity as workers and droids quickly approach to refuel the ship, ships are coming and going. There is stillness as the crew descends from the ship, a droid fastens a fuel line to the ship and then looks to a worker who is fumbling with the other end.

A foreman shouts orders in Huttese and there is general chaos of movement, people, and vehicles in all directions. Then…

OOC: Each player on the ship makes a Foresee power check, Vigilance or Perception check versus Hard difficulty but with 2 red dice and 1 purple with one setback die… failure to do so means they suffer 10 wounds and a Critical Injury. Scrutiny is reduced by .2 due to this explosion. Advantage on a failed roll can be used to reduce the wounds by 1. Threat increases the wounds done by 1.

There is a massive concussive force and there is smoke and fire and screams and the sound of melting and twisting metal. Everyone is blown off their feet and the haze of smoke and fire make it difficult to see what has happened or even where you are.

Sylvain stood as the ship touched down on to the ground of the spaceport as he quickly gathered his belgonings and put his mask into place. He stood first at the door as it opened to reveal the bustle of droids and aliens hustling around the ship. He walked down the ramp to the ground level, draped in his black coat as he heard the sound of his own breathing in his mask. He felt something peculiar as he turned to see a strange object attached to the hull of the shifting wound. The force warned him of impending danger as he dove for cover behind a box of crates nearby.

As he regained his bearings he looked back to the ship to see the aftermath of the explosion...


D1 Perception Check at Spaceport, Zash's Knowledge: 2eA+1eB+1eD+2eC+1eS+1eB 2 success, 2 threat

Layne emerged from the ramp likewise, finally dressed in her armored robes and looking pleased like hell she could finally properly stretch her legs...

...when she's suddenly thrown through the air by an unexpected explosion.


Vigilance, Destiny, Blade of Woe: 2eA+1eP+1eD+2eC 1 failure, 1 Despair

Critical roll: 1d100 85

((5 wounds after soak? Not sure what the despair does))

Layne Hoshin wrote:Layne emerged from the ramp likewise, finally dressed in her armored robes and looking pleased like hell she could finally properly stretch her legs...

...when she's suddenly thrown through the air by an unexpected explosion.


Vigilance, Destiny, Blade of Woe: 2eA+1eP+1eD+2eC 1 failure, 1 Despair

Critical roll: 1d100 85

((5 wounds after soak? Not sure what the despair does))

Layne is injured but she will live she notices a glint of metal in the smoke and see that her Lightsaber has taken damage in the explosion. It sparks when she reaches for it.

Sylvain escapes grievous harm but still has cuts and bruises. Ensign Reshi rushes to Layne’s side and says, “My lord are you okay?” Her clothes are torn and burnt and she has a gash under her eye but she is whole.

OOC: The Darksaber is damaged, it provides 2 setback dice until repaired. This is a Mechanics check at Hard difficulty. She takes 5 Wounds. Sylvain suffers two additional strain due to the Threat.

Sylvain quickly centers himself and walks over to Layne's position. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a stim pack and stabs it into Layne's arm before she can reject it.

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Spaceport Recovering Strain with Discipline: 3eP+1eA 3 successes, 3 advantage


(Regains 3 Strain)

Layne was still blinking profusely and staring at her retrieved lightsaber when she felt a prick in her arm.

"W... what?" She looked down at the injection mark, then the stimpack in Syl's hand, then finally up at him. She looked rather confused.

"..."

Then she closed her eyes, pushed herself off the ground into a standing position. And as she dusted herself off, offered up a quick "...thanks."

That word had been so much easier to vocalize when she didn't even have to look at him while saying it.

With that done, she looked to survey the damage. "What the hell was that though?"

Sylvain shook his head. "I didn't see the culprit... Explosives... near the hull of the ship."

"Damnit," she hissed and flipped on her saber. Its blade, the black void and its white outline unstable, like waves constantly running up from the base. She turned it over a couple of times, inspecting it, as if looking for a clue on how to fix it; but eventually gave up and looked back to the rest of the damage. And then to Re'shir.

"Find the supervisor for this hangar and get him the fuck over here. Then get yourself checked out."

He looked around and began to think on who it may have been. To him an imperial origin made the most sense. Layne and he were important, but not important enough to draw the attention of the Republic or the Hutts.

So negotiations have begun I see...

She comes out only to grunt and get thrown as the explosion hits, slammed heavily by the force of it.

Perception (Cunning), 2 red, 1 purple, optics suite prevents black: 2eA+1eP+1eD+2eC 0 successes

Hutt security and the foreman arrive and the sound of fire suppression begins. The foreman says in Huttese, “Is anyone alive?”

Wilhelm rushes to Asra’s side as try to pull her from the wreckage.

"Are you the one in charge?" Layne seeks confirmation of the obvious. "You mind explaining why the fuck you let this happen? This is not inspiring much confidence in the Hutts ability to keep us safe."

“I profusely apologize ma’am,” the foreman says rubbing his lekku.

“Is everyone accounted for?”

"Apologize by waiving the docking fees. This is unacceptable."

"You will have to take that up with Kidaja the Hutt, I am sure he will rectify this for you," the man offers.

Asra Nakahti wrote:She comes out only to grunt and get thrown as the explosion hits, slammed heavily by the force of it.

Perception (Cunning), 2 red, 1 purple, optics suite prevents black: 2eA+1eP+1eD+2eC 0 successes

"Jeez, I thought I had lost you." Casna helped to pull her sniping partner out of the wreckage as well. "You're usually more perceptive than that." She shook her head. "Sorry, now is probably not the best time to lecture you. We should get you to a medic immediately."

"No, I'm taking it up with you. You're the one on shift today. So you're the one who'se head will roll if I convince your hutt master to part to part with credits he surely doesn't want to part with."

She prominently displayed the lightsaber that was still in her hand.

"And I'm very persuasive. So maybe you want to just take a hit here instead."


Yeah, it was cheap. But damn it, docking fees were ridiculous, she just got exploded, and she was angry enough to kill but smart enough not to start a scene quite yet by doing just that. So angrily demanding a refund was the least she could do to sate her urges.

((coercion?))

OOC: Coercion check versus Average plus a boost die for displaying her weapon.

Coercion/willpower, boost, average.: 1eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 1 success

The foreman sighs and says, “Fine just… don’t worry about it. I will give you a pass for the next few days. Best I can do.”

"Well it's something at least. But security here had better increase. The empire will not tolerate a repeat with any of its delegates."

Sylvain walked over to Asra once she was out and gave her a shot from a stim pack as well, patting her on the shoulder after administering the dose.

Once she was pulled out from the wreckage, and got the shot, she nodded to Silvain gratefully. "Thank you."

Sylvain merely shook his head, deflecting any credit. "Are you in further need of assistance?"