Day 10 EE: Dark Cloud

[Dapper Dog]

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Outside of the private booth they hear sounds of people shouting and then someone says firmly, "I am Dynos Val, Second Blade of Darth Zash... tell me where the red twi'lek is..."

Someone shouts in Huttese, "Kriff off."

"Wrong answer, this should be easy," he follows that with the whirring sounds of a lightsaber and screams and then he says, "So... again, Red twi'lek... sometimes has a mask, has an annoying Jedi friend... thank you. Was that so bad?"

Then they hear foot steps approaching the booth.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr didn't waste time on putting her mask back on. Instead, she channeled the Force in her for imminent confrontation. Baes had heard what Moyr had heard, there was no need for words.

[2 Strain to commit Force Die to Brawn]

[Flipping Destiny for an Unexpected Ally at a fortuitous moment because I think it might be needed.]

[Dapper Dog]

Dynos says, "Oh Moyr... can I call you Moyr, I feel like we are going to be great friends... before I kill you."

OOC: Help will arrive in 5 rounds, this is your fight you earned this. Dynos starts at Short Range, he has Adversary 1 and Defense 3, Also has Sense Running for Double Upgrade for two attacks against him per round. He already has weapons drawn. Roll Cool at Simple for initiative.

Dynos Val - Cool: 3eP 0 successes, 2 advantage

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Then we might be friends for quite a while..."

Moyr was prepared as well as she could be.

EE10. Initiative.: 3eA 1 success, 3 advantage

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal keeps calm, there is so much emotions she could bring to bear and Zash deserved none.

She flipped the table over to give both of them cover and got her her Ionsaber and lightshield out

(Melee defense 6 un cover, takes a strain to increase diff to it)

Init vs. Zash's goon: 2eA 2 successes

[Dapper Dog]

"And Baesal! Oh my... this makes my heart tingle," Dynos says as Baesal flips the table.

OOC: Dynos starts at Short Range, he has Adversary 1 and Defense 3, Also has Sense Running for Double Upgrade for two attacks against him per round. He already has weapons drawn. Help will arrive in 5 rounds. Round 1, Fight.

Init: PC, PC, NPC

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal lauched herself at the assassin but the was only a distraction for Moyr

To hit the guy, destiny. (Actual diff): 2eA+2eP+2eC+1eD+3eS 3 failures


2 strain for extra manœuvre. Move + assist Moyr
1 strain to maintain defense form

[Dapper Dog]

Dynos parries and dodges and clashes with Baesal, "Come on Baesal... can't you wait your turn? You almost cut me, that's rude!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

PASSION IS MY STRENGTH!

Moyr's fury was fierce, single-minded, brutal and more than a bit careless. But the blade cultivated by the power of the Dark Side to thirst for blood struck true even as she left an opening...

EE10. Moyr Smash! With the Power of Destiny! And Baes' Assist! Die die die Dynos!: 2eP+1eA+2eB+2eC+1eD+3eS 1 success, 2 advantage, 1 Despair


[Advantages for Linked, 2 x 10 Damage with Breach]
[Manoeuvres: Get to Engaged, Produce Sabre; Incidental: Ignite, Be Ferocious in the last moments]

[4 Strain]

[Dapper Dog]

Dynos says, "That was awesome... my chest burns... the pain... well now this is how one says hello!" He guides the spinning lightsaber away from his vitals and then deftly disarms her and strikes with a spin then kicks off her body and lands a second brutal sgtrike with his second crimson lightsaber...

"You know you're cute... if you survive this, we should go out... put some makeup on that... you'll be fine." He looks at Baesal and says, "Sorry Baesal, Jedi just isn't my type... we can still dance though."

OOC: One maneuver to use a Stim Pack for 5 wounds, down to 5 wounds. Parry used twice for 6 strain, then a Maneuver to Aim now at 8 strain. Despair procs CounterStrike upgrades his attack against Moyr. He activates second weapon with two advantage, first hits for 13 wounds and second hits for 11 wounds. Use Advantage from Superior to recover a strain down to 7 strain, Triumph for critical injury.

Despair effect is that Moyr is disarmed and then weapons flies to short range.

Dynos Val - Lightsaber Verus. Moyr - Despair procs Counterstrike + Aim + Sense - Superior for Free Advantage: 5eP+2eB+3eD 4 successes, 2 advantage, 1 Triumph


Dynos Val - Lightsaber Verus. Moyr - Critical: 1d100+30 91 - At the Brink: Suffers a strain each time they take an action.

Dynos Val - Lightsaber Verus. Moyr - Critical: 1d100+10 37 - Stinger: Increase Next check by 1 - Assuming her wound threshold is exceeded.

End of Round 1

[Moyr Ahaya]

[24/12 Wounds.... Out!]
[2 Crits]

[Dapper Dog]

Dynos adds with a wince as Moyr falls, saying to Baesal, "You think she will still go out with me?"

[Baesal Zyn]

No time to play, she had to risk it all

Shield Bash, aim, accurate, destiny: 2eA+2eP+2eC+1eD+3eS+2eB 1 failure, 6 advantage, 1 Despair


6 advantages for double disarm

[Dapper Dog]

Baesal removes both weapons with a surprising shield bash and Dynos says, "Whoa... that's awesome!" He somersaults backwards and grabs his main lightsaber and begins his assault renewed and sees an opening and then the crimson lightsaber cuts through sinew and bone with ease and her shield arm goes flying using the distraction to pick up his second lightsaber with a chuckle.

"Damn that was a cool shield, sorry I had to disarm you," he says with a laugh.

OOC: Baesal's shield is damaged and gives her a setback when used, Despair effect activated. Counterstrike activated as Baesal rolled a Despair. Maneuver to pick up his main hand lightsaber. Superior for 3 Advantage; he deals 14 wounds, 2 advantage for a free maneuver to pick up his second Lightsaber, 1 Advantage to Crit and Triumph to Disarm her of the Shield.

Dynos Val - Lightsaber Versus. Baesal: 5eP+1eB+2eD 5 successes, 2 advantage, 1 Triumph


Dynos Val - Lightsaber Versus. Baesal - Critical Injury: 1d100+30 104 - Permanently lost her shield arm.

End of Round 2

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal drops

(Destiny to survive this shit)

[Moyr Ahaya]

[Ditto?]

[Dapper Dog]

"Well... damn... see Dynos, this is why you save the puns for the start of the fight, well... best to do what I came here to do. Good night sweet princess," he says with a warm tone.

"I lied... Zash wants you to suffer. I am not sure why, something about a ritual... who knows, she's a Sith Lord. You understand right? Just gasp for air if you agree... yeah you understand. I know, you're upset about the pun timing too? Yeah not my best," he says as he removes Moyr's mask.

"Just between you and me, it's not personal. If you are ever on Drommund Kaas, call me, I know a great little bistro." He looks at Baesal and adds, "Just put some... gel on that... damn it I had something for this. You're pretty handy, Jedi. Nailed it." Dynos exits the room and adds with a whisper to Moyr, "Call me."

Dynos whistles and walks out the building and hops on speeder and leaves just as Durasay arrives.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Kriffing out of my way right kriffing now!" He raged as he ran into the club, single minded focus ignoring all other distractions. Both heavy blasters already drawn, he pushed through the crowds, bowling beings over if he had to.

Until he came upon the carnage. Yellow-amber eyes looking at the wounds. Moyr... and then Baesal. Her arm lopped off clean.

"Someone get me a kriffing speeder truck, right kriffing now! An amb-speeder, anything!" He holstered his blasters as he ran to Moyr's body. Reaching into his coat pockets, he pulled stims.

Taking the time to inject

1...

2...

3...

[Dapper Dog]

The bartender orders emergency services and then says in Huttese, "You're covering the cost for emergency services."

OOC: 100 credits for emergency services fee.

[Durasay Mixo]

Commanding Authority to get Medical Help paid for by the bar (Presence 4, leadership 1, command x2, commanding presence to ignore a setback, enhanced leader: 1eP+3eA+2eB+1eF+2eD 1 success, 2 Dark Side


Rage coursed through his veins as he drew a blaster. "You're covering the fees, sleemo." He swore back in huttese, standing up tall. "This mess happened in your establishment."

[Dapper Dog]

The bartender growls, "Fine but you get them out of here... Sith cutting up my place, this used to be a good safe establishment to do business before their kind showed up!"

He covers the cost but with a great deal of complaining and cursing.

[Moyr Ahaya]

There was a bloody haze, and shreds of words of the assassin... he had tried to be humorous and sassy. And her will to fight back, to respond. To tear away from her greatest fear, of being helpless. But her body had betrayed her and the haze won, extinguishing light from her vision. Moyr was suspended in the special hell between life and death, not enough to die, not enough to bring herself back to consciousness.

And then there were shouts, maybe a familiar voice but what difference was it making? She didn't know until the haze started to pull away, and the sharpness of light brought her to ferocious blinking. The pain soon woke her up, propelled her. Her first instinct was to shriek in pain and fury as she grasped across the floor frantically in search for her lightsabre.

[Watcher 5]

"Lightsabers are extremely dangerous. That was an interesting display, you were clearly outclassed but you still acquitted yourself quite well. Zash... Darth Zash. Radical, hated by many Traditionalists. She must hate you, but she did not kill you, curious. I wonder why?" Watcher 5 says at the edge of her sight.

"Focus, what is important. What was taken. Think."

OOC: Only Moyr sees and hears Watcher 5.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr was not surprised to see Watcher-5.

He took... the mask. If this could store my experiences, she would now have it. I need to ask Jug'tih. If not, she will be able to use my legend to her own devices. But I have a plan. How to strike back. Jug'tih is the key. I must meet her. Soon.

Thirst for revenge was keeping her alive.

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay thought of rushing to Moyr as he holstered the blaster. But he couldn't leave the Togruta in that state, either. Rushing to her, he pulled his last three stims from his utility belt.

Injecting them carefully, he hoped it would be enough. Looking at the cauterized wound, he shook his head.

"Carabast."