Whatever you want,  just let me know. I have vehicle size weapons now.

The Squamatan death troopers return below in a shaft-crawler, with the expected ordnance and supplies on a med sled, quickly claimed by Luks.
”C*€€^>#. ¥<€  r€>  ¥*^ <~£...”
The death troopers communicate with their Commander via their encrypted vocoders.
”Inquisitor. I must leave you. Our ship has been attacked. My team has one down and four in critical care.”
With that, the Commander unexpectedly procures a thermal detonator, tosses it into the operating room, and strikes the button to close the secure door.
”There. Solved that rebel dilemma for you. Good luck. DT-S55, DT-S59, with me.”
 

Maybe he can go "Planet Terror" leg...

Ral strips out of his service uniform and packs it away. As he dons his flight suit and helmet, he lets out an audible sigh as he connects the hoses of his regulator to his helmet.
"That's more like it!"
He straps himself in to the crash harness and unconsciously goes through the flight check he has made hundreds of times before. At the same time, he flips the comm open.
"Spaceport Control, this is TI-4433. You are hereby instructed to release the docking clamps on my ship. All other vessels are to remain on indefinite lockdown. Any ship attempting to disembark will be fired upon on sight. Only myself and The Inquisitor may rescind these orders."

Ral strips out of his service uniform and packs it away. As he dons his flight suit and helmet, he lets out an audible sigh as he connects the hoses of his regulator to his helmet.
"That's more like it!"
He straps himself in to the crash harness and unconsciously goes through the flight check he has made hundreds of times before. At the same time, he flips the comm open.
"Spaceport Control, this is TI-4433. You are hereby instructed to release the docking clamps on my ship. All other vessels are to remain on indefinite lockdown. Any ship attempting to disembark will be fired upon on sight. Only myself and The Inquisitor may rescind these orders."

Upon hearing the orders from Inquisitor Drogos, Somar clears the cobwebs from his head and snaps back into combat pilot mode.
"Yes, sir!", he snaps, and starts to make his way back to the Phantom.
 

Ral hopes the Inquisitor doesn't notice the beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face as he passes by. "I signed up to fly, not run around underground on some frakkin' bug hunt."

Ral hopes the Inquisitor doesn't notice the beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face as he passes by. "I signed up to fly, not run around underground on some frakkin' bug hunt."

Criminey, this is turning into CoC. We're all gonna be making Sanity checks soon...

Criminey, this is turning into CoC. We're all gonna be making Sanity checks soon...

"Do I even WANT to know what is going on in there?", Somar asks from the back of the group. He half-heartedly tries to see around the Inquisitor, but has a feeling he's not going to like it.

"Do I even WANT to know what is going on in there?", Somar asks from the back of the group. He half-heartedly tries to see around the Inquisitor, but has a feeling he's not going to like it.

It is not the screaming, but rather the distinctive chirps of the distressed astromech, that raise LT.Cdr. Somar’s hackles; a barely perceptible chittering sound, however, really sets his teeth on edge.

Just calling dibs on the astromech for when it's my turn😛

Just calling dibs on the astromech for when it's my turn😛

"Huh? Oh...yeah.. I guess. 'Sides, you're probably more qualified using it if need be," Ral stammers. It's not quite clear if he knows exactly what he is handing over. If the Inquisitor asks, he can just explain the he gave it to the more experienced marksman. He unslings the weapon and as he hands it over, he says "Just so you know mine on the Phantom is bigger."

"No problem.  Thanks, Doc." Ral licks his lips as he feels the sensation of the concoction coursing through him. "Meilooruns? When did I eat meilooruns?"

"Huh? Oh...yeah.. I guess. 'Sides, you're probably more qualified using it if need be," Ral stammers. It's not quite clear if he knows exactly what he is handing over. If the Inquisitor asks, he can just explain the he gave it to the more experienced marksman. He unslings the weapon and as he hands it over, he says "Just so you know mine on the Phantom is bigger."

"Huh? Oh...yeah.. I guess. 'Sides, you're probably more qualified using it if need be," Ral stammers. It's not quite clear if he knows exactly what he is handing over. If the Inquisitor asks, he can just explain the he gave it to the more experienced marksman. He unslings the weapon and as he hands it over, he says "Just so you know mine on the Phantom is bigger."

Seeing the inquisitor pick up the disruptor, Den suddenly goes very still. He'd been using the weapon during the battle, but it's easy to keep it under the radar in the heat of combat. Still, the weapons were illegal, and he didn't know enough about the inquisitor to tell if he would take issue with its use. Violent issue. 
Den sidles beside Ral, a half step behind and speaks in a low voice. "I don't know who owns that gun, but do you want me to hold onto it for you? You know, keep it safe so you don't have to carry it". Den was good at shooting, he was not good at subtly propositioning an imperial officer for illegal weaponry. 

"No problem.  Thanks, Doc." Ral licks his lips as he feels the sensation of the concoction coursing through him. "Meilooruns? When did I eat meilooruns?"

"No problem.  Thanks, Doc." Ral licks his lips as he feels the sensation of the concoction coursing through him. "Meilooruns? When did I eat meilooruns?"

@bsmith23 You can heal 5+2 minus the amount of stimpack you got today.

Edited IC

Initiative Knowledge (Warfare): 1eA+2eP 2 successes, 4 advantage

Strain Recovery: 1eA+1eP 2 successes, 1 advantage

Destiny: 1eF 1 Dark Side

Also, can anyone hit me up with a stimpack? 6/12 here...