[Day - 2 LA] Fire and Flames [Event RP Thread]

[Dapper Dog]

The soldiers did not relent, this was a massacre... this was no longer a crackdown.

OOC: Feel free to RP here during the chaos.

[Juri Saizesh]

Juri stumbled back through an alleyway, clutching the wound at her side. Teeth gritted, she fought back tears as she leaned against a wall. The cacophony of the slaughter around her drowning out her thoughts. She placed a hand over her wound.

Her thoughts were still on anger and vengeance. On the horrors that were being rained upon. She could feel it as she reached to try and recover from her wounds.

Shaking her head, she slumped down, trying to let go of that hate. Not tapping into it, she couldn't use that hatred to mend herself.

A cry out, as tears streamed down her cheeks, looking up to the heavens.

LA2 - Fire and Flame event RP thread - Heal: 1eF 1 Dark Side
not using the dark side for Heal.

[Dove Gray]

Dove ducked out of sight before another group of troopers stumbled upon the mess she had left behind for them. There hadn't been any time to pick up their weapons. Heck, she was badly hurt herself now, but her genetics didn't allow her to notice the pain much yet.

Stumbling over some random junk, she rolled into hiding, and heard a cry. Kriff, the Dove of the Clone Wars probably would've moved on without a care for those crying out for help or in pain. Dove in the past four years had changed more and more though, after having seen enough kids fleeing this kind of horror.

Managing to pinpoint the source of the sound, she found the smaller, dark-haired woman, clearly injured. "Hang in there, sis," she murmured, moving over with quiet steps. Her hands were bloodied, bruised, and had abrasions where the gloves hadn't covered her skin, but that didn't stop them from moving without doubt, reaching into a pouch on her belt. "I got a stim, ok? It's gonna be alright."

[Ru'ni Wayne]

Ru'ni was slumped, leaning against a wall, his face caked with black soot, clear tracks down his cheeks from the tears that just would not stop coming.

He was yelling orders, trying to guide what survivors there were to safety, but everywhere he looked all he saw were more troopers. They were everywhere, like ants at a picnic. His voice was raw from yelling over the din of battle and somehow he'd acquired a number of wounds that bled freely, but he couldn't remember how, or when.

"I swear on my ancestors you will burn for this, Dark Sister. I swear it on everything I hold dear."

[Dapper Dog]

Screenwipe in…


Elsewhere Trion and her band were practicing a new song and she starts singing a rather sorrowful song…

/screenwipe back to scenes of massacre of destruction with song overplaying.

[Jabber]

A small group on Anzuri sneak toward the others, staying low and carry/dragging the limp form of a Jawa with them.

"He helped." One of them murmurs. "Took a hit from the Men In White"

[Juri Saizesh]

Dove ducked out of sight before another group of troopers stumbled upon the mess she had left behind for them. There hadn't been any time to pick up their weapons. Heck, she was badly hurt herself now, but her genetics didn't allow her to notice the pain much yet.

Stumbling over some random junk, she rolled into hiding, and heard a cry. Kriff, the Dove of the Clone Wars probably would've moved on without a care for those crying out for help or in pain. Dove in the past four years had changed more and more though, after having seen enough kids fleeing this kind of horror.

Managing to pinpoint the source of the sound, she found the smaller, dark-haired woman, clearly injured. "Hang in there, sis," she murmured, moving over with quiet steps. Her hands were bloodied, bruised, and had abrasions where the gloves hadn't covered her skin, but that didn't stop them from moving without doubt, reaching into a pouch on her belt. "I got a stim, ok? It's gonna be alright."

"No... I'll... I'll be fine." She looked up to the platinum haired woman, covered in carnage. She slowly stood, hissing. She choked back a tear, still feeling the anger and hatred and fear that permeated everything.

"I couldn't do enough to bolster them. The Empire... they..." she bit off the words, her face a scowl. "I hate them!" It coursed through her veins. "They cause all this suffering, all this terror..." the Witch held her side, but reached out, and set a hand on Dove's shoulder. "We... I... should try to help more." She looked around, before another shudder of blaster fire from a walker echoed around them.

[Mianerra Tavvos]

Mia moved up to huddle by Dove and the stranger. She was still trying to coax the pet spider in her mouth. "Get friend out," she said before making a begging motion with her hands.

[Dove Gray]

Dove wasn't going to let a stim go to waste, at least, and injected it into herself. It didn't fix all her problems, but it did alleviate some of them for the moment. It seemed like the lady needed her moment to compose herself, and Dove wasn't going to blame her.

"Right," she nodded firmly as she felt the shorter woman's hand on her shoulder. "We're not gonna let them win. Right, Mia?" she said, looking at her friend who was still struggling with some of the arachnids from earlier.

The Jawa being pulled by some of the Aznuri was familiar. Mostly because there couldn't be that many Jawas in the neighbourhood. "Let's start helping the others that are wounded, ok?"


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OOC: Stimpack heals 5. (4 Wounds left to heal)

[Jabber]

"Hurrrk!" Jabber bolts up as the stims and bacta race through his system, his glowing eyes popping to life and fixing back on the white haired lady from before.

""This isn't what I was expecting it in the afterlife, but hey, I'll take it."

The Jawa suddenly seizes as the initial high wears off.

"Oh, oh, oh, pain, pain, must not be dead or this afterlife really is the Bad Place" His eyes lock onto the empty stim injector as he breathing steadies. "Thanks pretty lady. I have three of those in my utility belt, feel free to take one to make up for what you used."

[Juri Saizesh]

"You're right." She breathed in, following the other woman to the fallen tiny woman. Kneeling down, she grabbed her kit. Fingers worked quickly as she drew out a needle, and a hypospray.

"Calm down there, shortstack. This might hurt." She quickly assessed his injury, and sprayed the wound.

Then in went the needle.

LA2 - flames and fire - healing Jabber crit (Intellect 4, Medicine 1, +1eB medkit, Average): 1eP+3eA+1eB+2eD 3 successes, 2 advantage, 1 Triumph


Spending the Triumph and advantages to bring Jabber healed another five wounds sound okay?

[Mianerra Tavvos]

Mia finally managed to pluck the little spider out of her mouth and place it in her pouch. "I was hoping you'd get him out for me," she told Dove, spitting constantly to get rid of the taste of spider. "Her? What gender is this spider? Nevermind."

She squatted down next to the others and composed herself with as much dignity as this young lady usually had.

"This is all sorts of messed up but it proved something to me: we are not alone. The Empire believes that we won't stand together but we are, right now." The tall blonde looked back at the rest of the commotion and then sighed. "We don't have what it takes to fight these guys head on right now. But we can hit back, on our terms."

[Jabber]

"Yaaaaaaaa!' Jabber shouts as he gets stuck, but to his surprise the medicine does its work quickly. The feeling that he thought was going to be a lingering injury has faded, and he feels remarkably fine for the situations.

"Alright, this really might be the Good Place, what with Ebony and Ivory here to keep me company." Jabber flexes a little and starts to peek around. "Do we know how many got out?"

[Dove Gray]

"It looked like you were enjoying having a friend in your mouth, dear," Dove retorted with some mirth to Mia. She had honestly not been thinking that Mia needed help to get the spider out of her mouth...

"Mia's right, but we need to make sure as many as possible get away from here alive." She looked at Jabber. "No idea how many are alive or already got out. Things are still a mess."

[Jabber]

"I did what I could." Jabber shakes his head, ignoring what sounds like some high minded rabblerousing from a more honey blonde. "Which seems like a bit too much, considering the shape you saw me in. I just...couldn't do nothing. Not again."

Jabber is quiet again for a moment before leaning in conspiratorially, letting out a giggle. "Hehehehe. Saw what you did there. "Friend in mouth""

[Mianerra Tavvos]

"Do you know what the little guy is saying?" Mia asked the lighter-blonde lady, a bit embarrassed that her 'Utinni speak' wasn't up to par. She then cringed a bit, feeling her blaster shot and then shook her head. "I can get patched up later. Let's make sure the others are safe first."

[Daunt]

Bloodied, dazed by the conflagration, limping slightly, the Zabrak stumbled into the scene. His eyes, now mist-covered grass, darted around in search for the which. His mouth was packed with ash so he couldn't even call out without choking on it.

[Dove Gray]

"Most of it. Not picking up on scents tends to hamper my understanding of Jawaese, but I can understand him well enough. Mia, this is Jabber. Jabber, Mia."

Quick introductions out of the way. "More wounded coming in, guys."

[Ria'la Tu'roth]

Ria'la was all efficiency and work directing Binky and Dray to get all the best angles and as much footage as they possibly could. Binky was tasked with casting it live back to the station. They could do with it what they wanted, Ria'la needed as much footage as he could possibly get of what the Imperial bastards were doing to his homeworld.

They didn't deserve this. They've suffered enough.

[Juri Saizesh]

"Do any of you know Triage?" She was keeping the kit open, looking to the amber blonde, the platinum blonde, and the Jawa.

She pursed her lips, standing up. "We can't stay here." And then she saw the tall Zabrak, her Nightbrother. "Daunt!" She called, moving away from the crowd for a moment, waving him away from the carnage, to her.

[Mianerra Tavvos]

"Only thing I really know how to do is jam the stimpack in the right places," Mia admitted. She looked back to the Jawa and almost pat him on the head. She stopped herself, though, and instead offered her hand as a shake. "Nice to meet ya."

[Jabber]

"Technically, this is Jawa Trade. We worked it up because all the humans had trouble working without the other part. But the point remains...she's pretty good at it, and yar, they call me Jabber." The name seems to be distinct, and almost as if it was in clear Basic. He reaches into his utility belt and holds out a stimpack and motions to Dove. I owe you one, right?"

Jabber reaches up with his other hand to shake the blonde's hand vigorously. "Pleasure to meetcha...well, under different circumstances."

The survivors seemed to be trickling in faster now.

[Daunt]

So she lived. It was good. Helped his mind go blank, and turn on autopilot. His legs carried him toward her call, though the response soaked into the ash in his mouth.

[Bowze Coppa]

''Continue, get over the ridge...'' the nemoidian yelled his orders and, oddly enough, people seemed to listen. Perhaps he was giving off an air of command from the old life or perhaps the situation was so dire that the fighters were ready to listen to anyone who seemed like they knew what they were doing.

''Here is the map...follow...'' he was interrupted by the shot of a heavy gun. The impact propelled him backwards into a ditch formed by a previous blast. He coughed blood.

[Verse Aura]

Verse, carrying Sister Viati emerged from the area where she had fought the 13th sister. Maybe people had seen the flashes of lightsabers there, or heard their thrum. Perhaps not. There was a lot going on, after all. A lot still happening.

"Where to?" she yelled toward the Twi'lek that should be guiding them.