Offensive Defense [Day 3, Mid-Evening]

[Tranq Sayzin]

"Hmm." Tranq stood, taking into account the severity if his injuries. Breathing in slowly, finding himself, and his center.


ME3 - Offensive Defense - Discipline for Strain Recovery: 1eP+2eA 0 successes, 4 advantage
No strain recovered.

Buuuuut for 4 Advantages on a Discipline check.

What does the Force saaaaay!

[Honor]

When Tranq's body normalized he found no peace but the dawning revelation of what he had been part to. Beside him stood two Mandalorians, who were supposed to be trained killers and another woman with a penchant for violence and explosions. On the other side, Weequay, a Trandoshan, and an air that these were men in service of the Hutts. So true did it feel to him that he was slowly becoming certain of what he was now caught between, a gang war of proportions that was likely to lead only to more blood and mayhem before it was over.

The Hutts people weren't ready when their team hit them, which means that the person who ordered this not only knew they were coming but knew long enough to prepare for their arrival. This was set up, prepared, and part of someone's scheme.

Looking to the Weequay who had surrended, his body almost broken as his wept and hoped for his life. Tranq felt the darkness that he had been party to, that he hadn't planned or prepared himself for.

Had he been tricked, or did they not know as well?

Perhaps he could ask them, but if his paranoia won out.. perhaps he could trust an answer for the one holding out their purse even more.

[Varina Ordo]

With her weapon clean, Varina did the only sensible thing: she started collecting all of their weapons. She didn't envision her first blaster being one that she looted but she was more happy to just have one. Or several.

[Raven Cadera]

Likewise, seeing the battle decided, Raven checked the Trandoshan's weapons, going for what she could see as she didn't plan on staying in this burning building for long.

[Honor]

Most of what they had burned up in the building, by sheer volume, but the weapons they had in their hands were easy enough grabs. Each of the Weequay had heavy blaster pistols and the Trandoshan had a blaster rifle. In the light of the flames it was easy to locate even the ones that were scattered about.

[Lysa]

"I'd like a couple of those blaster pistols pleaseeeee." Lysa said with a happy voice looking at all the fire and carnage.

She looked down to the surviving weequay "So what do we do with this one? we let him go we probably just have to kill him later. Simpler to just put a bolt in him now and be done with it but then again maybe the boss wants to talk to him." she looks to the weequay and said in a loud whisper behind her hand "You probably want the blaster now if you ask me."

[Varina Ordo]

"Get them yourself, it's hot in here," Varina yelled. She grabbed as many as she could in her arms and started hustling away.

[Honor]

"Please, I don't.. I don't know anything, promise, just told to go to a place and get ready, I won't ever trouble you again," he pleaded to Lysa.

[Tranq Sayzin]

When Tranq's body normalized he found no peace but the dawning revelation of what he had been part to. Beside him stood two Mandalorians, who were supposed to be trained killers and another woman with a penchant for violence and explosions. On the other side, Weequay, a Trandoshan, and an air that these were men in service of the Hutts. So true did it feel to him that he was slowly becoming certain of what he was now caught between, a gang war of proportions that was likely to lead only to more blood and mayhem before it was over.

The Hutts people weren't ready when their team hit them, which means that the person who ordered this not only knew they were coming but knew long enough to prepare for their arrival. This was set up, prepared, and part of someone's scheme.

Looking to the Weequay who had surrended, his body almost broken as his wept and hoped for his life. Tranq felt the darkness that he had been party to, that he hadn't planned or prepared himself for.

Had he been tricked, or did they not know as well?

Perhaps he could ask them, but if his paranoia won out.. perhaps he could trust an answer for the one holding out their purse even more.

His hands clenched as he felt the darkness of the events surrounding him. His mouth curled to a sneer as he looked at the carnage, the mayhem around them. Tightening his fists, he paced for a moment, thinking on what led him here. A call from...

She said that there was something bad happening. This was... part of that. The beings they attacked were criminals, that much was sure, but this.... this wasn't justice. Sure, it might help out some good people, but that wasn't the point. He shook his head, and slung the spear blaster over his shoulders.

Then the clamoring to take the weapons of the fallen, the jeering at the broken Weequay begging for his life. Torture wasn't the way to solve anything. And he could imagine that there would be much, from what he was hearing.

OOC: Gonna go ahead and take 1 conflict here because reasons.

[Raven Cadera]

After picking up the rifle, Raven jumped down to join the others. The expressionless visor looked at the survivor who surrendered.

"Let him be. There's no honor in taking or killing an opponent that has abandoned glory." The Hutts would probably take care of him anyway.

"Let's clear. Fire's getting crazy."

[Lysa]

pffft honor she thought walking over she grabbed a couple of blasters in need of a good workbench and threw one in her bag and walked up to the weequay and in a swift movement brought up and discharged the weapon. The weequay slumping to the ground a second later.

"Just seemed easier." she said with a little giggle "don't want any witnesses~" she said in a sing songy voice and winked to Raven "but you're right lets get outta here before local law man shows up. Momma needs to get paid!" she threw the other blaster in the bag and slung it over her shoulder.

She looked at the Karkodon "good shootin' there big guy, gonna remember not to piss you off."

[Varina Ordo]

Varina jumped at the execution sound. "You weren't wrong about the lack of glory," she murmured to her fellow Mandalorian. She stuffed the blasters into her pants and started running off into the night.