Last Voyage of the Omen IC

[Hazuki]

Velvet doesn't have time to ponder on his actions. He boots the rolling chair at the Droid as he draws his Ion Pistol from his side and aims it for center mass.

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Move to draw, Standard to fire Ion Pistol.

Attack: (1d20+10)[28]
Damage: (3d6+5)[13]

[Izzarra]

Zhanty puts her free hand on her saber, inside her helmet her eyes track back an forth between the empty corridor and the trooper.
"I do not see anything TK 679. If you have a head injury it would be best for you to lay down."

[Miltonian]

Darren and the troopers run up the stairs and reach their destination level winded, but ready to fight. They run, fast as they can, until the medical bay is in sight. Blaster shots and metallic screams come from within. The rescue squad bursts inside to find two medical staff running away from four droids while a fifth rhythmically stomps on a third doctor's chest, chanting in a low, monotonous tone, "Die. Die. Die."

One of the doctors has a blaster pistol and takes over-the-shoulder shots at his pursuers, which do nothing but damage the medical room.

The troopers take aim and fire.

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A sound like low, moaning wind fills the comms for a second. "Damage?" the captain repeats, "I...suppose there is some minor scouring to the hull that we could do away with at our next docking, but I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

The wind whistles over the comms again, but Ronan feels it tug at his cloak. "Are you feeling alright?" the Captain asks.

--

The ion blast hits the droid full in the chest and it staggers back, the lights in its eyes flickering for a moment. But it comes back online and limps towards him, clearly damaged and near destruction. It enters the room and runs into the chair, tripping over it. However, it continues to pull itself forward using its arms.

"Was it...worth it?" it speaks in Huttese.

--

The corridor remains empty, but the trooper continues to scream and tries to pull away. Suddenly, the screams cut off and are replaced with choking sounds. The trooper claws at his throat and Zhanty sees him begin to rise into the air, suspended by an unseen force.

[Hazuki]

"I don't understand the question." Velvet replies in Huttese, as he finishes disabling the Droid with one last shot and glances over at the computer, to see if it's finished rebooting. If it even would reboot, with protocol droids going crazy and the computer flashing words. Mad droids was just another problem to add to the list. Life support, droids, lights. Those are his priorities. The ones he knows about, anyway.

[Thundercracker]

Darren Korr

”Damn clankers,” Darren thought.

“This way!” Darren shouted to the fleeing doctors, “is there anyone else in the med bay?”

Blasters appeared in his hands almost on their own and he laid into the droid stomping on the doctor first, then on the nearest one pursuing the fleeing doctors.

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Full attack:

Atk: (1d20+8)[20]
Damage: (4d6+6)[23]

Atk: (1d20+8)[17]
Damage: (4d6+6)[16]

Edit: oops: those modifiers should be attack +16 and damage +11.
So... atk/dam = 28/22 and 22/21.

[Izzarra]

Zhanty lets go of the poor trooper and drops into a fighting crouch backing off slowly, eyes darting back and forth, fir trying to stand up inside the armor.
She draws her interlocked sabers with one hand and is prepared to light one of the blades. Having spent plenty of time with dark side users she has seen a force choke before, this looks much the same. Reaching out with the force she tries to feel what is causing this.

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Use the Force check [roll]1d20+16[/roll]
Edit: the dice roller does not appear to like me.

[Miltonian]

The droid does not reply and falls over with a loud 'clang!' that echoes through the darkness like a gong.

As Velvet looks over, the computer cheerfully finishes rebooting and the interface, made in the familiar, safe imperial-style, pops up before him. A lot of areas marked non essential are completely offline due to low power, such as the hangars and some of the maintenance tunnels. He can only hope anyone down there remembered to seal their suits. However, from here, he can budget out what little remains until the main reactors can be brought back online.

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The droids fall in screaming wrecks before Darren and the trooper's assault. The two being chased rush to their downed companion and immediately lift him up onto a table for treatment. The man's face is a mess. "We locked the patients in the recovery ward!" one shouts as he reaches for a medical tool Darren doesn't know the exact name for, which is saying something, "Through there! They should be fine, but check. Here." He tosses his identity stick Darren's way. "You'll need that to undo the lock, but I want it back afterwards."

--

Zhanty senses a strong presence, a very strong presence close by. In her mind's eye, a vision forms of a dark figure hidden behind a dark cloak and hood, both like and unlike the ones worn by those close to the Emperor. But in this one's hand is a yellow blade.

"Was it worth it?" a voice asks her.

The trooper suddenly collapses, coughing and gasping for air, and the vision fades.

[Thundercracker]

Darren wordlessly caught the card and moved to open the recovery ward door.

[Izzarra]

Zhanty is on edge, she slowly eases towards the trooper still on guard in a fighting crouch, waiting to see if the presence returns.

[Hazuki]

Velvet diligently sets about balancing the power to restore life support, doing what he can with the systems to ensure everything is just so.

Spoiler: Use Computer

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I don't know how much can be done from here, but I'll take 10 for 28 regardless, if this needs a role.

[Miltonian]

Darren opens the medical ward and stares into utter blackness. A wall of nothing looms before him, threatening to swallow him up. He blinks and it's gone, replaced by the sight of several soldiers and a technician resting on a set of ten beds. The awake ones half-rise as he enters. The faster thinkers of them have the presence of mind to snap a quick salute.

"Sir?" one of them asks.

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The presence does not return. The trooper pushes himself upright. "That...that was the thing from earlier," he says, "The thing that...got buried with me under the rubble."

--

Velvet's work goes without a hitch. The computer hums diligently. At its current setting, the Omen has twenty four hours to restore power to the main reactor before gravity shuts off, followed by water and then air.

He hears more footsteps out in the hall. Uneven, cautious footsteps. "Hello?" a voice calls, a man's voice, "Hello? Is someone there?"

[Thundercracker]

Darren Korr

”that was weird,” he thought.

“Need some volunteers,” Darren said, “We’ve got injured in mess hall 1, we’re going to bring stretchers and a few strong hands to transport them here for treatment and recovery. Turbolifts are down so we’ll need to navigate some stairs. Any takers?”

Darren emerged to where the doctors were working on their colleague’s face.
“We have injured in the mess hall, I’m going to ask one of you to come with us with a kit to help treat the most serious injuries there and then we’re going to move the survivors here,” Darren said, “once he is stabilized.”

“Trooper, keep watch in the hallway, keep the door open,” Darren said, “Cass, help me put together a supply case for the docs to use when we get to the mess hall.”

Darren made sure they brought an extra couple of stretchers to put weapons and supplies on for the return journey.

“Sergeant Lorne, stay here and keep a small force to defend the med bay, this is a critical job,” he said, “The injured are counting on it still being here so they can get treated and recover. We’ll be back soon, comlink if you come under attack.”

He left 1/4 of the troops at the medbay to defend it and took the rest and the supplies and the stretchers back to the mess hall.

[Izzarra]

"I think it would be best to pick up the pace."
Zhanty hefts the trooper into the fireman's carry and proceeds to the infirmary.

[Hazuki]

"Starling, of the Inquisitorius." Velvet answers the voice, as he sets a message to the other sections of engineering informing them of life support's state. "And you?" He asks, as he casts his eyes back to the door.

[Miltonian]

A few of the troopers rise from their beds. They have less serious injuries, mostly sustained during the training sessions down in the ship's gym. They will be good to go for carrying the injured and will leave the fully healthy and armed troopers for actual battle, if there is one.

The doctors look up. "He will recover now," the first and eldest says, "We might need a little reconstructive surgery, but I can tend to him alone." He nods to his younger partner, who falls in behind Darren.

In short order, Darren's plan comes into being. With extra stretchers and a crate of supplies, they descend back to the mess hall to find it much the same as they had left it, save for a thin mist that covers the floor.

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Zhanty makes good time and arrives at the infirmary to find a trooper with a sergeant's insignia standing outside. He raises his weapon. "Halt," he says, "And identify yourself."

--

"The Inquisitorius? Thank the stars!" the voice replies. A man stumbles out from behind the wall, an older gentleman with a bit of a stoop in his back and an engineer's uniform on. He pauses when he lays eyes on Velvet and frowns. "Not meaning any disrespect, but...aren't you a bit young for the position?"

[Thundercracker]

Darren

“Never seen this mist before, anyone else?” Darren asked.

Assuming nobody has.

“Nothing for it, let’s get the injured loaded up and get out of here. Try not to breathe this stuff in,” he said.

[Izzarra]

"I am Inquisitor Zhanty, TK 679 here needs medical attention."

[Hazuki]

"I'm old enough to buy us twenty four hours of life support before we get the main reactor online." Velvet coolly informs the older man. The implication doesn't really annoy him - confusion is much better than the judgment he often finds from Stormtroopers. "I would like to take a look at this Droid before we go there. It attacked me, and I'd like to see if there's some way to stop it happening all over the ship." He gestures at the disabled machine on the floor. "Can you keep watch while I do?"

[Miltonian]

One of the troopers studies the mist and stiffens. "There's a coolant leak somewhere in the room," he says, "Not immediately fatal and can be filtered out by our helmets, so we should prioritize those who are not wearing them."

However, nothing else prevents them from loading up the injured and taking them to the infirmary. Darren estimates it will take two trips total to transport all the remaining wounded upstairs.

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The sergeant lowers his weapon again. "679?" he repeats, "That's Bilew's squad. Did that old coot make it?"

"Don't know, sir," the trooper replies.

The sergeant sighs and nods. "Story of the day." He jerks his head towards the door. "Get inside. There's plenty of room right now."

--

The engineer rubs the scruff on his chin. "Twenty four hours, eh?" he says, "Backup battery's only rated for twenty. Good work, that. Bought us some extra time." He extends a hand permanently stained by working in the bowels of the ship. "Warrant Officer Marl."

"Oh sure. Sure, I can keep watch." He readies his pistol and stands by the door, peering out into the darkness.

[Hazuki]

Velvet glances at the man's hand before realizing it's meant for a shake, then does so. "Starling. Have you seen anything odd, Officer Marl?" He asks, as he crouches beside the Droid and starts to set about its programming, its memory banks, for any abnormalities.

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I guess this would technically count as Reprogram Droid? I can do those things with taking 10 for 28 (Unless this is an amazingly Willful droid), so I'll do that.

[Thundercracker]

Darren Korr4

"Leave the helmets for those coming on the second trip," he said, "let's go."

[Izzarra]

Zhanty lowers TK 679 onto a bed.
To the sergeant "I am headed to the bridge, but before I go do you know anything about our status?"

[Miltonian]

"I've seen plenty of odd things. For one, the ship registered an impact just before we fell outta hyperspace," the engineer replies, "Then, there's this dark shape scuttling about. Gives me the creeps looking at it."

The droid's brain reports no faults, which is an abnormality because there were definitely some faults there. Accessing its memory banks shows a perfect record of all events up until it was disabled, but therein lies the only fault, if you can call it that. The events it seems to have experienced don't match what really happened.

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The troopers and Darren return to the infirmary just in time to see a black-robed figure lower a wounded trooper onto the bed. Sergeant Lorne stands beside her. "Of course, sir," he says to the figure, "We're under orders to guard this area, but I am sure we can find you an escort if you want it. I'm afraid we don't know much about what's going...Ah! There's our commanding officer." He salutes Darren.

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Darren Korr

“Oh good, you’re alive,” Darren said to Zhanty after returning the salute, “any idea what’s going on? Seen anyone else from the team? We’ve been busy transporting wounded from mess hall 1 to the infirmary, still have another trip to go.”

[Izzarra]

Zhanty

"I spoke with Starling on the comm, last I heard he was working on the life support. Haven't heard anything from Ronan. Encountered a strong presence on my way here. I was planning on heading to the bridge to get a direct report ... but it would be best to stick together, let's get everyone from the mess hall first."

To the Sergeant "No, you stay here."

[Thundercracker]

Darren Korr

“I figure we need to make sure the infirmary is secure, and anyone injured will come here and be able to let us know what’s going on and where,” Darren said, “and I agree, let’s get the injured here first and then we can take a group and head up to the bridge, sending any wounded we find on the way back here.”

Once the injured were offloaded he set off with the same group (plus Zhanty) back to the mess hall to retrieve the rest of the injured.

[Hazuki]

"I heard something like that..." Velvet says, as he copies the Droid's recollection. "This Droid's memories don't match what happened. I don't know what to do with that information, so we should continue to the main reactor."

[Miltonian]

Sergeant Lorne stays in the infirmary, as ordered, while the others go and retrieve the last of the patients from down below. Upon stepping back into the room, they find that the fog has grown incredibly thick, obscuring sight beyond fifteen feet. As they make their way inside, Zhanty and Darren see a dark figure hunched over a fallen trooper. It looks up at them and fades away into the mist.

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Marl chews at his cheek. "Hmm. Somethin's not right about all this." He looks out into the dark hallway. "If it's all the same to you, we might put in a call to the security station and see if there's anyone left standin' there before we set off again."

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Time for everyone's favorite roll, Perception.

[Thundercracker]

Darren Korr

Pistols leapt almost on their own into Darren’s hands as he dropped the empty stretcher he was carrying. Before he could shoot though, the figure was gone.

“Something’s here, hiding in the mist,” he whispered, “we’re going to get the men out, into the hallway. Then we’re sealing the door. Blasters up, four men moving stretchers, everyone else stay close and cover. Zhanty do you sense anything?”

[Izzarra]

Zhaty draws her sabers and reaching out with the force she tries to sense the presence of the dark figure in the mist.

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Avoiding dice roller and taking 10 if possible for a 26 Use the Force check