Sand Crawlin' (D4, Mid-Morning)

[Claymore Frost]

D4 MM Sand Crawlin' - light ranger + 3 Ag + 1 strain: 3eA+1eB+2eC+1eS 2 successes, 1 threat



1 stain for genetically engineered

Wounds: 0/11
Strain: 2/12
Force Rating: 1
Defense:
Ranged- 0
Melee- 0
Soak Value: 3

Equipment:
-CDEF Blaster Pistol
-Trucheon
-Pit Crew Coveralls

[Honor]

With the blaster fire impacting against the hard shell the creature stirred, raised itself slightly and prepared itself. With it's big claws and many legs it seemed to rear before smashing.. no, digging down. Digging deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker. Raven, Tranq, Solork, all of them are quickly being pulled into the center of the pit and no longer finding purchase with their feet.

"It's trying to pull them in! Troopers, get them a hand!"

Acting fast the clones drop their weapons on their spots, finding somewhere to hold onto as they reach out to help those trapped inside the pit.

Everyone within short range is pulled inward one move-band per turn. Everyone who is caught inside of engaged for 2 turns begins to suffocate.

Characters may attempt to get out via a Hard Check:
Athletics - Throwing themselves toward the edge and pulling themselves out
Coordination - Utilizing their body to shift and turn themselves out, getting themselves free of the trap and to safety.

Prone characters receive a setback to this check. Characters inside the engaged range at the start of their turn cannot move.
All trapped characters receive a boost from the Clone's assistance.

Crab Sand!: 2eP+2eA+3eD 2 successes, 1 advantage

[Raven Cadera]

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not getting drowned in sand over piss-poor odds and a vague shot of glory. Disengaging from the overgrown ant-lion, Raven pushed against the currents of sand trying to bring her down.

"NO. KRIFFIN'. WAY!" she grunted loudly through her helmet.

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Maneuver: Disengage
Maneuver: Moving from Engaged to Short (2 strain)
Action: Moving from Short to Medium

D4 MM Crab-Fight Round 3. Athletics (Brawn). +1B from Clone assistance.: 1eP+2eA+1eB+3eD 1 success


Wound treshold: 0/16
Strain treshold: 5/12

Soak 5
Ranged Defense 0
Melee Defense 1

[Tranq Sayzin]

MM4 - Sand Crawlin' - Escape from Sand Trap (Brawn 3, Athletics 1, +1eB Clone Assist, +1eS Heat, +1eS knocked prone, -1eS Thermal Cloak, Hard Difficulty): 1eP+2eA+1eB+3eD+1eS 2 successes, 1 advantage


Being knocked prone, the Karkarodon was beginning to fall into the sand tunnel, even as he tried to claw himself out with his great strength.

But if it weren't for the hand that reached for him, he wouldn't have made it. He looked up, to see who had helped save his life.

It was a Clone.

His eyes narrowed, confusion slightly visible.

After a moment, he nodded and gave a grunt of gratitude.

[Solork Tan]

"The trap is springing?"

Sol throws himself, the strength coursing through his body as he lands roughly in safety.


Escape the sand trap-Athletics-Enhance in use: 5eA+3eD+1eS 4 successes, 2 threat

[Claymore Frost]

"Everyone alright? Still have all your appendages?" He has a little laugh.

[Honor]

With everyone pulled to safety, though Solork landed hard on the ground. The creature stirs, swings and then settles itself in the pit. Those two of the clones un-busied look around.

"Is everyone alright?" the leader called out.

For Tranq, the one who pulled him clear wore the the armor associated with the clones. A dark-orange coloring to it, "I got ya, I got ya," he said, pulling Tranq free fully and onto the stone platform where he stood. Waving over to his commander when he got Tranq clear.

Raven, too, was helped free with a quick pull forward, "Whoa there, careful now! I got ya!" he chuckled a little, the storm-trooper armor being an odd sight in itself.

"I think.." one of the Clones spoke as the creature stirred, rumbled, "We.. we're good. For now.."

[Raven Cadera]

"Vor'e, burc'ya," she said instinctively, a bit thrown off by the kind of familiar visor of the trooper. "I mean... thanks."

Raven looked back at the sand where the beast had been. "I'm gonna need a bigger gun."

[Claymore Frost]

"I was worried I was going to have to find a new 'bodyguard', Raven." He gives her a pat on the back.

[Raven Cadera]

"Bodyguard?" she scoffed slightly, but didn't seem to take it too badly. "We need to work on your form more, vod. You won't need a bodyguard then."

[Solork Tan]

"So...what do we do. With it" sol points to the pit. "And them." Sol points to the clones

"I'm not entirely thrilled about tussling with them to turn them over to the Empire. Especially now that they helped us."

[Honor]

At the mention of that, some of the clones not close to the others started getting a little antsy. Of course, the leader of them spoke up and removed his helmet. With graying wings in his hair the clone wasn't just marked by age but by conflict, a deep scar ran across his cheek and up into his hairline where the hair follicles had parted or died from the wound that created the scar.

"I'm gonna need someone to explain this situation to me.. nice and slow," he said, looking about.

[Raven Cadera]

"Imps hired us to investigate their missing supplies from their base over there," Raven pointed in the direction of the base.

"Not many clues to go on at first, but last night their security feed picked up a couple of troopers not their own making off with stolen supplies." Raven shrugged. "And here we are."

They had saved their lives when they had had no reason to, especially when they could've easily taken them captive or killed them instead. She had no strong feelings of confronting them.

[Solork Tan]

Sol nods. "The credits were decent for rounding up a couple of sneak thieves." Sol looks over the rest of the group. "I don't think it was enough to wage all out war against hardened Clone Troopers. Still, we have to give them something...I can't blow off the job entirely."

[Tranq Sayzin]

That face. Millions and millions of them. All the same but given time, all had so many variations. How he remembered that face. Dined with them. Laughed with them. Mourned the loss of Brothers.

Betrayed by that face. The face that ordered troopers to fire on the Jedi. His hands clenched as he watched them. "They have a point. We came here for a job. But you did save our lives. And to be frank, I like seeing their sarge get strung out because she can't do her job." He didn't smile, or chuckle.

The Karkarodon just stared.

That face was a face of countless nightmares.

"You got any ideas."

[Honor]

"Wait-" one of the other troopers came up, "did you say they got us on camera? How? That should have been.. wait, how's the Doc? Is he alright?"

[Raven Cadera]

"Doc? You mean Randall Tarkin?"

She felt like they had some pieces of the puzzle now. Interesting... "But yeah, their security feed saw some in trooper getup. Identified as not being part of the base's crew. He's the one who got to see it out of us," Raven indicated Solork.

[Honor]

"Yes, he's a good man and has been keeping us afloat out here in this desert for some time. Helping us get a hit or two back at the Empire for what they've done to us, all of us," the leader said, looking to the others.

"We owe it to him to make sure he's alright," one of the other troopers said.

Another approached closer, "Doc risked a lot for us, been risking a lot for us. We can't leave him behind if he got caught up in this mess."

[Raven Cadera]

"I see... when we arrived at the base this morning, he was with the sarge and the troopers there. I guess it could've seemed like they were watching him." She wasn't quite sure now, but it could've been.

"... If we're gonna attack that base though, we need to plan it carefully."

[Solork Tan]

"Huh..." Sol lets out a hiss of static behind his mask and then lets out a low chuckle. "If only if we had a way to deposit a group of troopers in the base, with their weapons stashed in boxes nearby for easy access. Maybe some guards, who have plausible deniability, to arrange that weapons are close at hand for them to make their rescue and escape."