Session 17, or Oh No He Didn't!!
When we last left off our adventurers were attempting to lift off in their 'acquired' vehicle to escape.
Blu'ta, from the alleyway behind the line of troopers, pulls out a communicator and calmly speaks into it. ("Team A mobilize to roof. Team Goo, fire.")
As they raise above the roofline the group is shocked to find two large groups of storm troopers with grenade launchers already waiting for them. As per orders, one group is leveling their launcher and fires... straight at Tu'la'loo! Upon contact the capsule broke and suddenly released a flood of goo with a deafening 'HISS!' In a flash Tu'la'loo is encased in the brackish foam and is just able to keep his head above and his lungs clear.
Again Blu'ta called into his comm and the remaining team fired grenades into the transport. Attonka, their primary target, took the brunt of the hit and collapsed unconscious.
A trooper with a slave system to remotely control the transport punched in the command for its descent and those still aware felt the movement beneath their feet.
Bindi, still awake and fairly fluffed with stress and rage, pulled out her pistol and fired at Blu'ta... for the shot to pass near his left ear and straight at a member of the clan of Willhelm.
Now landed and surrounded by troopers, the transport is boarded by Blu'ta. He heads to the bound Tu'la'loo and grips him firmly by the muzzle. ("Wherea..is..missa. Ship.") The prince attempts to think quickly on his feet. ("We uh.. Wessa left it back on Dathomir!") Blu'ta sighed and abruptly smacks Tu'la'loo. ("Auntie told yousa no ta lie. Now. Wherea is missa SHIP.") Another lie leads to Blu'ta walking away in disgust and a growled, ("Shock him.. to death.")
The last thing the group sees are the troopers raising their blasters up and the crackle of stun shots.
~
Attonka wakes up to the bump and shudder of a moving vehicle. Groggily she pulls at her wrists to find them bound in heavy manacles and secured to the floor. Around her the group likewise slowly comes to awareness in similar situations (though Tu'la'loo has his mouth bound). Multiple plans and scenarios for escape flit through their minds, each feeling more and more unlikely for success.
A head of the line of transport vehicles a rocket screams through the air and plows into a speeder bike with a deafening BOOM!
On the intercom Blu'ta's voice carries, his tone harried. ("Wessa under attack! Return fire! Return fi-!") Another rocket cuts off the transmission, demolishing a second vehicle in the line. Blaster shots are heard until the last of the troopers are hit with stun shots and they fall finally to the ground.
Men dressed in non-descript clothing and carrying some significant heat peak into the group's transport. Speaking through their comms the men are obviously asking what to do about the new faces.
Suddenly a familiar voice is heard from the door. ("Well well. Now that's a face I wasn't expecting to see.") Ta'vakl turns to face the newcomer. ("Hello Horace.")
A blur of activity follows the groups' rescue. Apparently Horace, a human nearly as broad as he was tall, is a member of the rebel alliance and have been hijacking imperial transport - stripping the troopers of their armor and disappearing off to some job or other. Horace, the owner of a favor Ta'vakl owes, expresses that the group cannot go on their merry way as the Empire would be combing the planet for them. Especially since the primary force driving their capture, Blu'ta, had escaped the rebel attack.
Instead he offered a way for the group to pay off this new favor that they owed; Near the planet Yavin there is a research facility upon its moon (Yavin IV) that was originally owned by the rebel alliance. Since then the facility had been abandoned and taken over by the Empire. The primary research done involved chemical weapons- Horace wants Ta'vakl to go there and use his expertise to measure the half-life of the weapons and determine if they are still useful. Should these weapons still hold use, the group would then need to transport it across the galaxy to the Polis Massan system.
Not really having much alternative the group agrees.
One confusing run through the city, deep shady alleys, and finally into some kind of abandoned tram way. As a tram roars past they look incredulously to Horace. ("Your next contact is down that corridor. You might want to start running if you want to get there in one piece.")
The group makes the harrowing run... it wasn't fun.
The contact leads the group down through a hidden access way, each given hooded cloaks and walked to a massive hangar. ("You all know what you're doing. I don't, so I'm heading out.")
On board of the ship the credentials are provided. Tu'la'loo snatches up the comm and attempts a shaky read off of the written information provided. With an eye roll Ta'vakl intercepts and takes over with a smooth deception. ("Ignore him, he's drunk.") Tentatively the control tower waives them through for take off, threatening to shoot the craft down if the 'drunken fool' was driving.
Days pass upon the RustyBucket (as Bindi dubbed it) and in a fit of boredom Bindi (it was Ta'vakl's turn to fly) challenged Tu LA loo to a foot race within the super spacious cargo hold. With a bit of cajoling Attonka is convinced to join as well.
At first the race is smooth sailing, with the racers fairly close together in distance and speed. Ta'vakl, who was watching from the screens in the bridge, gave a mischievous smile and flipped off the gravity. Quite suddenly Bindi and Tu'la'loo lost their footing and began listing to the side, flailing and cursing at the turn in events. Attonka on the other hand had been in mid spring and quite suddenly found her distance greatly increased (bringing a confused but accepting shrug from the wookie).
By the time Bindi managed to frog-swim her way to the ceiling and bounce off, Attonka had begun bounding from wall to wall and neatly finished the race. The gungan prince, however, had no such luck and sat petulantly at the peak height of the ceiling. Another snicker from the sadistic doctor heralded the tell-tale 'snick' of the artificial gravity field switching back to 'on'.
Once the prince managed to peel himself from the floor he made sure to visit the cockpit later to give his foot a place to rest up the ship doctor's backside.
Blu'ta, from the alleyway behind the line of troopers, pulls out a communicator and calmly speaks into it. ("Team A mobilize to roof. Team Goo, fire.")
As they raise above the roofline the group is shocked to find two large groups of storm troopers with grenade launchers already waiting for them. As per orders, one group is leveling their launcher and fires... straight at Tu'la'loo! Upon contact the capsule broke and suddenly released a flood of goo with a deafening 'HISS!' In a flash Tu'la'loo is encased in the brackish foam and is just able to keep his head above and his lungs clear.
Again Blu'ta called into his comm and the remaining team fired grenades into the transport. Attonka, their primary target, took the brunt of the hit and collapsed unconscious.
A trooper with a slave system to remotely control the transport punched in the command for its descent and those still aware felt the movement beneath their feet.
Bindi, still awake and fairly fluffed with stress and rage, pulled out her pistol and fired at Blu'ta... for the shot to pass near his left ear and straight at a member of the clan of Willhelm.
Now landed and surrounded by troopers, the transport is boarded by Blu'ta. He heads to the bound Tu'la'loo and grips him firmly by the muzzle. ("Wherea..is..missa. Ship.") The prince attempts to think quickly on his feet. ("We uh.. Wessa left it back on Dathomir!") Blu'ta sighed and abruptly smacks Tu'la'loo. ("Auntie told yousa no ta lie. Now. Wherea is missa SHIP.") Another lie leads to Blu'ta walking away in disgust and a growled, ("Shock him.. to death.")
The last thing the group sees are the troopers raising their blasters up and the crackle of stun shots.
~
Attonka wakes up to the bump and shudder of a moving vehicle. Groggily she pulls at her wrists to find them bound in heavy manacles and secured to the floor. Around her the group likewise slowly comes to awareness in similar situations (though Tu'la'loo has his mouth bound). Multiple plans and scenarios for escape flit through their minds, each feeling more and more unlikely for success.
A head of the line of transport vehicles a rocket screams through the air and plows into a speeder bike with a deafening BOOM!
On the intercom Blu'ta's voice carries, his tone harried. ("Wessa under attack! Return fire! Return fi-!") Another rocket cuts off the transmission, demolishing a second vehicle in the line. Blaster shots are heard until the last of the troopers are hit with stun shots and they fall finally to the ground.
Men dressed in non-descript clothing and carrying some significant heat peak into the group's transport. Speaking through their comms the men are obviously asking what to do about the new faces.
Suddenly a familiar voice is heard from the door. ("Well well. Now that's a face I wasn't expecting to see.") Ta'vakl turns to face the newcomer. ("Hello Horace.")
A blur of activity follows the groups' rescue. Apparently Horace, a human nearly as broad as he was tall, is a member of the rebel alliance and have been hijacking imperial transport - stripping the troopers of their armor and disappearing off to some job or other. Horace, the owner of a favor Ta'vakl owes, expresses that the group cannot go on their merry way as the Empire would be combing the planet for them. Especially since the primary force driving their capture, Blu'ta, had escaped the rebel attack.
Instead he offered a way for the group to pay off this new favor that they owed; Near the planet Yavin there is a research facility upon its moon (Yavin IV) that was originally owned by the rebel alliance. Since then the facility had been abandoned and taken over by the Empire. The primary research done involved chemical weapons- Horace wants Ta'vakl to go there and use his expertise to measure the half-life of the weapons and determine if they are still useful. Should these weapons still hold use, the group would then need to transport it across the galaxy to the Polis Massan system.
Not really having much alternative the group agrees.
One confusing run through the city, deep shady alleys, and finally into some kind of abandoned tram way. As a tram roars past they look incredulously to Horace. ("Your next contact is down that corridor. You might want to start running if you want to get there in one piece.")
The group makes the harrowing run... it wasn't fun.
The contact leads the group down through a hidden access way, each given hooded cloaks and walked to a massive hangar. ("You all know what you're doing. I don't, so I'm heading out.")
On board of the ship the credentials are provided. Tu'la'loo snatches up the comm and attempts a shaky read off of the written information provided. With an eye roll Ta'vakl intercepts and takes over with a smooth deception. ("Ignore him, he's drunk.") Tentatively the control tower waives them through for take off, threatening to shoot the craft down if the 'drunken fool' was driving.
Days pass upon the RustyBucket (as Bindi dubbed it) and in a fit of boredom Bindi (it was Ta'vakl's turn to fly) challenged Tu LA loo to a foot race within the super spacious cargo hold. With a bit of cajoling Attonka is convinced to join as well.
At first the race is smooth sailing, with the racers fairly close together in distance and speed. Ta'vakl, who was watching from the screens in the bridge, gave a mischievous smile and flipped off the gravity. Quite suddenly Bindi and Tu'la'loo lost their footing and began listing to the side, flailing and cursing at the turn in events. Attonka on the other hand had been in mid spring and quite suddenly found her distance greatly increased (bringing a confused but accepting shrug from the wookie).
By the time Bindi managed to frog-swim her way to the ceiling and bounce off, Attonka had begun bounding from wall to wall and neatly finished the race. The gungan prince, however, had no such luck and sat petulantly at the peak height of the ceiling. Another snicker from the sadistic doctor heralded the tell-tale 'snick' of the artificial gravity field switching back to 'on'.
Once the prince managed to peel himself from the floor he made sure to visit the cockpit later to give his foot a place to rest up the ship doctor's backside.