The Blitz Wrote:The nautolan, puddy in your hands at that point, nods at your request. He whines a bit as you kiss him then pull away, leaving him in the street with a stiffy and a dream. With him out of the way, you're free to pursue your job and begin searching the warehouse district for some eels.
(encounter roll - 3)
As you patrol the warehouse district, you can't seem to find anything. Nobody comes out to stop you, no fire fights rage on to effect you... it's almost boring. Luckily, you soon discover what appears to be a gang of ruffians crowding around an old, run down building. You notice a Black Sun symbol tattooed on the arm of one of the bigger ones, cluing you in to their allegiance. There's eight of them in total though, making combat a possibly risky situation.
The Blitz Wrote:A quick survey of the immediate area shows nothing of any real use on the ground. There is quite a bit of cover you could roll to in the area, lots of broken down machines and crates to dive behind if things get rough. You do note that some of the bits of the top floor that remain of the building they're around are a bit flimsy, so perhaps blasting some old rusty metal down onto their heads might work.
The Blitz Wrote:(roll - 2 + 1 = 3)
As you aim your shot and fire, your blaster seems to shudder and cause your hand to veer off course. The shots ring off into the distance, pinging off other buildings and missing entirely. Alerted to your presence, several gangsters pull their blasters on you and open fire. Several shots nearly graze you, but you manage to take cover before the brunt of the fire comes flying in.
The Blitz Wrote:(roll = 14 + 1)
You manage to lob the grenade into the center of their tightly knit formation. It beeps a few time in warning, but you fire is enough to drown it out until it goes off. A fiery explosion consumes five of the eight goons, with two more being blown away and a third injured by the blast radius. The remaining two of them crawl to the safety of cover to try and regain their composure, while the wounded one lays on the ground clutching his maimed arm and screaming in pain. Your explosive was a success, but one has to wonder if it'll attract any unwanted attention.
The Blitz Wrote:(roll = 8 + 1 = 9)
You rush forward and successfully kill the wounded thug with several blaster bolts to the chest. As you reach for the old blaster pistol he was holding, you're suddenly greeted with the sight of one of his friends. The alien, a twi'lek, rushes for you and swings with a vibroknife that grazes you left cheek as you weave backwards to avoid it. Intent on carving you up in revenge, the twi'lek lunges at you again with his knife held out to take you on in melee combat.
(encounter roll = 3)
Thankfully, no reinforcements show up, but you'll need to deal with these last two before moving on.
The Blitz Wrote:(Roll = 1 + 1 = 2)
The thug proves to be more agile than you anticipated, managing to predict your incoming blaster bolts and dodging out of the way of them. As you rush to back away, he dives you and grabs your blaster hand as he force you down onto your back, managing to wrestle the weapon from your grip as he tries to pin you down with his knife held high with intents to put the blade through your head if you're not careful.
The Blitz Wrote:(roll = 3)
You attempt to kick the twi'lek where the sun don't shine, but he manages to move his own leg so your knee connects harmlessly to it. Dropping his knife in order to pin your arms down, he growls. "Get your ass over here!" He calls to his companion while wrestling you to the ground, the remaining human quickly scrambling towards you with a blaster drawn. "You're gonna pay for this you little bitch! Think you're just gonna nail me in the nuts and get away after that? If you want my cock so badly maybe I'll let you have it!" He exclaims, reaching down to bite at the collar of your shirt. He yanks at it with his teeth, pulling it open and revealing your bra. It seems you're in quite a bind, as he appears to be quite a bit stronger than you are. Perhaps letting him have his fun would give you the distraction you need? Or you could continue to fight, maybe even call for help.
The Blitz Wrote:(intimidation roll = 3 + 1 + 5 for beepy grenade = 9)
The man nearly recoils, but narrows his eyes down at you. "You don't have the balls to kill yourself too! You might've had the stones to sneak attack us for whatever fuckin' reason, but you don't have it in you to go down on this shit hole!" He spat, quite adamant in his judgement as he keeps himself poised on top of you.
The Blitz Wrote:"Few of this world hail from Mandalore." The warrior is quick to reply to you. It seems the few stories you've heard among the military are true. The Mandalorians, for all the trouble they've caused the galaxy in the past couple hundred years, are quite an honorable bunch when they want to be. "I'm hunting one of the Black Sun's Vigos here on Nal Hutta. Unless you happen to know where they operate from, I doubt you'll be much help." He pauses for a moment, looking towards the fight scenes that occurred before his arrival. "I take it you have something against them as well? Doesn't look like they got the first shot in." He says, gesturing towards the gruesome scene where your first detonator went off, probably assuming such on the grounds that their remains were reasonably close together.
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