Last Stand

At the sight of Krenna's arm flying off, Rece's own mechanical hand, apparently imbued with some limited subroutines, raises itself in a thumbs-up the the rest of the Hopers. "If she can lose a limb," the hand seems to say, "we can kill her. She is mere flesh and blood, as mortal as any one of you. ...

Despite Fec's heroic rescue attempt, Rece is blown away by the blast and hits his head on a rock.

explosion crit | 1d100+30 ⇒ 34
Stunned: The target is Staggered until the end of their next turn.

Wounds: 19/13
Strain: 16/13
Soak: 4
Defense (Ranged/Melee): 0/0
Stims: 2
Crits: 4

Rece hefts his rifle sluggishly. Slow and steady. Careful aim. Don't hit Zephrin. He pulls the trigger and blasts Krenna square in the back, but it doesn't bring her down. "...woulda been narratively satisfying if it did, though..." Rece passes out. --- Maneuver: aim. Action: shoot Krenna. D11 Sword...

Rece tilts his head all the way back, blood running out of his mouth, to look her in the visor. The woman who murdered thousands of people because her friends laughed at her. As long as the lawman is getting stabbed, no one else is. "For you? I can do this all day." --- Do You Hear the People bonus ...

Rece is dazed, bloodied, and deafened, but he's not done yet. He raises his rifle, barely feeling the static shock as it leaps through his hands, and squeezes the trigger. The Blood Leader goes down, and Rece... finds himself still standing, somehow. He breathes a sigh of relief, grabs his super sti...

Rece stares Krenna straight in the visor. "Okay." He hovers his thumb over his speed dial, then redoes the math in his head and realizes he can actually outrun the blast radius. If he pushes himself to the limits, he just might have a little extra time to be the sword. He scampers under the lieutena...

Rece leaps to his feet and looks up at Apollo. "Thanks. And, listen, if I go down out there... call me." He holds up a hand up to his ear, then dashes off into the middle of the melee. "Danger close, Zeph!" He plants a brick of detonite on the ground, rigging it up to a commlink detonator and settin...

Rece hefts his rifle. "I'm running out of one-liners. Let's fuckin' finish this." --- D11 Sword and Shield initiative + command center + meditation room https://sakkaku.org/media/dice/FFG/SW/boost/suc0adv1tri0fai0thr0des0lig0dar0-60.png https://sakkaku.org/media/dice/FFG/SW/boost/suc1adv0tri0fai0thr...

Rece seats himself on a tall stool at the bar and orders a drink, which he raises to those present. "So, who's ready to defeat the Mandalorians with the power of friendship*?"
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* and incredible violence

Rece sits alone in a secluded corner of the armory, going over all of his gadgets and gear. Most of them are custom built in one way or another, the extensive modifications on his rifle make it finicky to repair, and he now has an extensive collection of high explosives - the process is lengthy and ...

Rece was all ready to work more on the command center, only to see Sirina did it again. With nothing better to do, he wanders off towards the library and starts making plans for how to best go about fixing it. D10 Room Repairs - library mechanics https://sakkaku.org/media/dice/FFG/SW/boost/suc1adv1t...

Finale Destiny

Every good investigator knows the importance of getting inside a suspect's head, and Rece is eager for the chance to do so with Warlord Bal'Fortenes. The constant fighting hasn't afforded him time to build a profile on her, but Snowflake insists that she's a family woman based on their conversation ...

"Yeah, a burger sounds pretty..." Rece snaps his fingers. "I almost forgot! Evidence! Give me a hand, will you?" He hops out of the car, runs over to the collapsed sawmill, and begins digging through the rubble for any trace of Ja'cque security footage.

Rece rolls over onto his back and wipes the mud from his visor, glaring up at the azurdactyl. "I liked the other one better!" He fires up into its exposed abdomen, bringing the reptile down into the mud with him. He crawls out from under its wing and stims away the worst of the bruising. --- Action:...

With his breather complete, Rece would like nothing more than to continue dogging the now-dismounted Old Merc. But tunnel vision is how you get yourself run over by your own armored car. Zephrin seems to have his knife fight well in hand, but Rece's fellow blaster wielders are being swarmed by extre...

Rece withers under the onslaught of return fire and has to beat a hasty retreat to keep out of reach of the rancor. But he still manages to lay down a solid barrage of fire that wounds the rancor, knocks Old Merc's helmet around, and gives Rece some space to breathe. --- Action: shoot Old Merc. Mane...

Old Merc's skill is indeed impressive. But Rece has fought people who have fought Jedi before before, and two can play at that game. He sights in on the Mandalorian's weapon arm and lands several crippling hits. His mind flashes back to the battle in the Concord Dawn's armory - it's deja vu all over...

I spent my scrap money on explosives, but if I can't figure out anything to spend the rest of my money after the session flip I'm in for a group project.

On a related note, my gear is all modded up, so I could help someone else out with that if they need it.

I think which tower appeals to us is less important than which appeals to Krenna Bal'Fortenes. There's basically three cases: 1. We all agree which tower is most likely. Everyone should pick that tower. 2. We all agree each tower is equally likely. It doesn't matter which tower we pick. 3. We disagr...