[Day 2 - LE] To Catch a Predator (Closed)

[Durasay Mixo]

Vibrosword Slash! (Strength 2, Melee 1, 2x Aim Boost vs. Adversary 1, defense 1): 1eP+1eA+2eB+1eC+1eD+1eS 3 successes, 1 advantage


"Chut chut sleemo. You die." Durasay focused himself, slowing his breathing, before bringing up his blade to slash, and open the Nikto up to another attack from Alysele!

Ooc: free maneuver to aim, 2 strain to aim again, slash. Spending the adbantage to give the next PC slot a boost. 0/14 wounds. 7/12 strain)

[Dapper Dog]

The nikto ignores the pantoran as his blades slide off the armor as he and Jedi jockey for supremacy, the nimble fighter evades the staff as he smashes his way through the apartment. He shoves her through a wall with a clamor but she kicks away and slashes him with her lightsaber making him pay for the assault!

OOC: The nikto has Adversary 1 which upgrades the difficulty of all attacks by 1, turns a purple to a red. He also has Defense 1, so a setback die as well. The nikto is at Engaged range with Alysele and Durasay.

Nikto attacked and missed. Alysele hits.

Nikto has suffered a total of 10 wounds and has three Critical Injuries! Nikto is at 5 strain.

Init: PC, NPC, PC

Use the Advantage to reciver 1 strain. Alysele hits for 9 wounds reduced to 3.

Azanak - Melee vs. Alysele: 3eP+1eA+1eS+3eD 0 successes, 1 advantage


Alysele - Lightsaber + Aim vs. Nikto: 2eA+2eP+2eB+1eS+1eC+1eD 1 success, 1 advantage


Alysele - Lightsaber + Aim vs. Nikto: 1eB 1 success

[Durasay Mixo]

He's no where as elegant in combat as the woman, or as brutal as the nikto. But he isn't completely unskilled. Flourishig the vibro sword, he aims for the Nikto again, bringing down a grazing hit, enough to finally draw some blood!

Vibrosword Slash! (Strength 2, Melee 1, 1x Aim Boost vs. Adversary 1, defense 1): 1eP+1eA+1eB+1eC+1eD+1eS 3 successes


(7 damage, finally, one point through soak. Maneuver to aim, then action. No second maneuver.)

[Dapper Dog]

The nikto knees her in the gut and then twirls the staff and smashes through her arm and body sending her flying to the ground unconscious! The nikto turns to the pantoran and says, "You interfered in the Red God's work. You die."

OOC: The nikto has Adversary 1 which upgrades the difficulty of all attacks by 1, turns a purple to a red. He also has Defense 1, so a setback die as well. The nikto is at Engaged range with Durasay.

Nikto has suffered a total of 12 wounds and has three Critical Injuries! Nikto is at 5 strain.

Init: PC, NPC, PC

Nikto hits for 10 damage but will grant Durasay a Boost die. This puts Alysele at 0 wounds even with Parry, she suffers a critical injury.

Azanak - Melee: 3eP+1eA+1eS+3eD 2 successes, 2 threat


Azanak - Critical Injury: 1d100 68 + 30 = 98 Crippled, he smashes her left arm, it will remain until this Critical is healed.

[Durasay Mixo]

Gunslinger away! (3 agility, 1 ranged light, 1 boost, vs. Adversary 1, short range, 1 defense): 1eP+2eA+1eB+1eC+1eS 0 successes


"No!" He cried out as he watched the Jedi drop, hearing the crunch of her arm as she fell. Anger and fear coursing through his body, he drew his pistol again, before pushing himself to disengage.

"You'll pay for that..." He gritted, as he fired his heavy blaster.

(Ooc: one maneuver to draw the heavy blaster, 2 strain to disengage to close range, firing blaster. 0 damage.)

[Dapper Dog]

The blaster hits his armor harmlessly as he moves forward with great effort his staff spinning with a blur then crashes it through the wall and then through the door before the final swing connects with savage fury on Durasay!

OOC: The nikto has Adversary 1 which upgrades the difficulty of all attacks by 1, turns a purple to a red. He also has Defense 1, so a setback die as well. The nikto is at Engaged range with Durasay.

Nikto has suffered a total of 12 wounds and has three Critical Injuries! Nikto is at 6 strain.

Init: PC, NPC

Nikto does 9 damage Breach 1, suffers 2 strain to move into engaged with Durasay at 7 Strain, uses advantage to regain 1 strain so now at 6.

Azanak - Melee: 3eP+1eA+1eS+3eD 1 success, 1 advantage

[Durasay Mixo]

"I'll see you in hell." Durasay grunted with the hit, rolling back through the debris. Keeping with momentum, he rolled further away, before firing the blaster again! It misses, but the way the shot hit, he dropped his staff again. Emboldened, he was able to inject himself with a stim!

Shooting at Close Range! (Agility 3, Ranged Light 1, vs. Adversary 1, defense 1): 1eP+2eA+1eC+1eS 0 successes, 5 advantage


(Ooc: one maneuver to disengage to close, firing as action. Using 3 advantage to disarm the nikto, then 2 advantage for a free maneuver to use a stim pack, healing for 5. Durasay is at close range. 9/12 strain. Was at 9/14 wounds, now with stimpack, 4/14)

[Dapper Dog]

"Hell is to live in this world filled with the stench of Jedi and Sith," the nikto hisses.

OOC: Flipping a Destiny.

He glances and says, "You survive another night, Inspector." With great effort he grabs his staff and turns to run as blaster bolts fill the area. Durasay sees four Imperial troopers rush in firing as the Nikto flees into the dark maze that is the sprawl of Shadow Town.


He hears a voice that he recognizes speaking to him, "It seems our ploy worked... Troopers you know your job."

One of the Imperial troopers stands over the unconscious form of the Jedi, "My lord the Jedi is still alive..."

[Durasay Mixo]

"And she'll stay that way..." Durasay shuddered as he felt the presence of the Sith troopers. Holstering his blaster, he slowly walked to where Alysele was laying, grabning his dropped vibrosword.

"I'll take her to get medical attention. That Nikto goes by the name AZA on the holonet." Reaching into his trenchcoat, he grabbed a stim, and stabbed it into Alysele's neck.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." The words were said in Pantoran, just as a whisper beneath his breath. (Stimpack heals Alysele for 3 wounds)

[Alysele Cortess]

Durasay could perhaps smell the peculiar mix of perfume, blood, sweat and dirt.

Aly blinked slowly, seeing a blue face in her peripherial vision. She blinkced once again, taking in her surroundings.

So she did the logical thing, rolling away from the pandoran, cursing about her useless arm, grabbing her saber with her right, and jumping up, her clothes covered in dirt. "Where. Is. That. Fanatic. Son of a hutt?" She asked through heavy breathing, her eyes almost glazed over. "What are you doing here?" Her voice rang out to everyone.

[Dapper Dog]

The troopers return and say, "My lord... we have lost the assailant in the sprawl. The aliens living here are not being cooperative."

Lana looks to Durasay and then her men and says, "We have plenty of combat data and information. Continue your search trooper if the aliens will not comply, then force them. Durasay, the Empire thanks you for your service."

She pulls out a data chit, glancing at the now conscious Jedi, and says, "200 credits for services rendered."

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay felt his blood boiling. Yet he kept his demeamor neutral. The Empire can fall to a puddle of Krayt Spit. His angry thoughts were boiling over. "There's a murderer on the loose. I did what anyone concerned about the peace talks would." He offered a wry smile.

Why did they use a Jedi. What about any of those Sith Lords. He hated the part he had played in this. And 200 credits? For nearly killing her? What a joke.

"You need to get that arm looked at, Master Jedi."

[Alysele Cortess]

Alysele walked past Durasay ignoring him... possibly stepping on his shoes as she was practically wobbling.

She went up to the Sith in charge, looking her in the eye. "You will share the data you have, and involve me in the investigation."

There was no butt or if about it, as far as she was concerned.

OOC: Coercion?

[Dapper Dog]

OOC: Coercion versus a total of 2 Challenge Dice and 1 Difficulty die.

[Alysele Cortess]

OOC:
D2 LE Coercion (Willpower) vs Lana Benko: 2eA+1eP+1eF+2eC+1eD 4 successes, 2 threat, 1 Dark Side

[Dapper Dog]

"Such a patriot," she says putting the data chit away. When the Jedi got in her face she frowns and then relents, "I see no issue with a joint Sith and Jedi venture. It was not my intent to involve the Jedi at the start, but the pantoran provided us an opportunity I could not pass up."

"Master Jedi, you should get that arm seen to," she adds calmly.

[Alysele Cortess]

"No, you couldn't." Offered Aly curtly. "Thank you for your concern, I'll do that when I have the opportunity."

She looked around. "Alysele Cortess." She passed communicator details to her. "And you are?"

Durasay was still ignored.

[Dapper Dog]

"I know who you are, Alysele Cortess, House Cortess is a respected name on Alderann."

She holds her hands behind her back and says, "Lana Beniko, aspirant in service to Darth Xevious, Dark Councilor of the Sith Empire. You are an impressive fighter, master Jedi. I doubt many Jedi would have survived as long as you did against the alien."

The troopers drag back a thin nikto, probably a youth. Lana says, "Take him to the compound for questioning."

The trooper says, "As you say my lord."

[Durasay Mixo]

"I assumed you would send one of your own." His words were biting. The conflict from earlier still broiling over. There was a slight edge to his voice. He looked at the young Jedi, trying to get a good read on her. He contemplated trying to influence her to calm down.

But he knew that would be a bad idea. "I'm not done with this, either. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

Clearing his throat. Her... frigid... demeanor could get under some people's skin, but he wasn't most people. "You're welcome for making sure you didn't die, your warriorness."

It was then he saw them dragging the youth. "How are you going to question him?" He felt that dark feeling in the pit of his stomach again.

The Sith weren't known for their carrots.

[Alysele Cortess]

Alysele's mood was smoothed by the flattery. "Commend your master on your education." She said with an aura that was slightly above freezing point now.

"I will await your updates then." She ignored the no doubt horrific tortures that will go on to the poor Nikto... but he was just about to get killed because of his cult.

"I hope my fight was educational...." she turned away, but looked back. "Oh, and I highly recommend not engaging against it without involving me... and I lay claim to his armor."

Finally, she turned to Durasay. "I had it under control until you bumbled into the fight." She glared at him. "You are?"

[Dapper Dog]

"Why would I send a Sith when a Jedi was requested. Honesty was important. It was a gamble, one that paid off in dividends. Are you honestly surprised?" she says with no mirth.

"As for the alien, he will be questioned until we have the answers we seek."

They start dragging the youth away. Lana adds, "I will keep you both informed of any developments. Is there anything else?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"No. Not surprised. I just figured you'd use some devious and cunning tricks. I suppose, in a way, you had." He nodded to Lana, before looking back to Alysele.

"When I finally found you, that sleemo had just thrown you through a wall. You definitely looked like you were handling yourself." His smile came back easily, as he finally put the vibrosword away. "Durasay Mixo. Scoundrel. Gun-for-Hire. All around big damn hero."

Beneath his trenchcoat, he still wore an older Pantoran military uniform, the buttons undone on the jacket. Gold/yellow eyes narrowed on the Alderaanian.

"Anyone ever tell you fighting in heels is a bad idea?"

[Dapper Dog]

Lana turns and leaves with the squad of troopers and the nikto youth pleading for freedom.

OOC: Both Alysele and Durasay suffer 2 conflict.

[Alysele Cortess]

She rolled her eyes. "Look, if you need a pretty woman to make you feel useful, I am sure there are a few places on Nar Shadda."

She raised her head, looking at the uniform, recalling perhaps something. "Hrm, I'll let you know when I'm interested in your advice."

She waved to Lena and turned. "Nothing for now. I'll be in touch." She started moving, this time deliberately stepping on Durasay's feet. With her heel. "Well, dear round hero. You offered something before?" She withheld a wince. as her left arm dangled uselessly. Stupid bloody thing.

She took a deep breath, and forced herself not to wobble.

OOC 6 strain recovered:
D2 LE Cool (Presence) for strain recovery: 1eP+3eA 6 successes, 2 advantage

[Durasay Mixo]

Cool to recover strain (Presence 4, Cool 1. Simple check): 1eP+3eA 5 successes, 2 advantage
(ooc: 5 strain recovered)

Durasay winced as he felt the heel crunch into his boot. Glaring at the Sith as they walked off with their captive. What could he have done? The Jedi had a broken arm, probably, and he wasn't in any way prepared to take on a Sith trooper squad.

"You walk back to your enclave like that, even a Jedi like you is asking for trouble here." He remained cool, taking a step towards her. "You in a courtyard was in Nar Shaddaa, definitely made me feel useful. Let me give you a hand."