I don't know who's next anymore, but let me know when it's my turn so I may smack that thing around again.

Seeing the med bay becoming crowded, Gren takes advantage of the newly formed wall of "protection" that's filled the room. 
Slinking back behind everyone Gren still holds his light blaster pistol. Peeking past his allies , Gren states the obvious as he squints through his glasses.
"It looks as if it is still alive. It would also seem that it's exoskeleton is offering it quite a bit of protection. Fascinating, really!"
As the Dark Trooper enters the room and space becomes limited, the medic does his best to make sure the human in need of healing remains as secure as possible.
"Please! Please! Do be careful." He begins shouting above the noise to no one in particular.
 

Seeing the med bay becoming crowded, Gren takes advantage of the newly formed wall of "protection" that's filled the room. 
Slinking back behind everyone Gren still holds his light blaster pistol. Peeking past his allies , Gren states the obvious as he squints through his glasses.
"It looks as if it is still alive. It would also seem that it's exoskeleton is offering it quite a bit of protection. Fascinating, really!"
As the Dark Trooper enters the room and space becomes limited, the medic does his best to make sure the human in need of healing remains as secure as possible.
"Please! Please! Do be careful." He begins shouting above the noise to no one in particular.
 

Seeing the med bay becoming crowded, Gren takes advantage of the newly formed wall of "protection" that's filled the room. 
Slinking back behind everyone Gren still holds his light blaster pistol. Peeking past his allies , Gren states the obvious as he squints through his glasses.
"It looks as if it is still alive. It would also seem that it's exoskeleton is offering it quite a bit of protection. Fascinating, really!"
As the Dark Trooper enters the room and space becomes limited, the medic does his best to make sure the human in need of healing remains as secure as possible.
"Please! Please! Do be careful." He begins shouting above the noise to no one in particular.
 

Being new to the game I am completely overwhelmed with the "unknown" of what I can do. I've been reading the core rulebook when I can but coming from D&D it's a big learning curve for sure.
I stpped to read about range and combat in general, and then never came back to post. Then all of a sudden a few days went by.
Gren won't be a big contributor to combat anyway. He has the light blaster pistol, knows how to use it but prefers not to. If he doesn't have to.
He is more of a support type of guy.
That being said, I am going to set myself some sort of alarm to remind myself to check here on a more consistent basis. I apologize for being awol as I do want to be a part of this game. 
 

Being new to the game I am completely overwhelmed with the "unknown" of what I can do. I've been reading the core rulebook when I can but coming from D&D it's a big learning curve for sure.
I stpped to read about range and combat in general, and then never came back to post. Then all of a sudden a few days went by.
Gren won't be a big contributor to combat anyway. He has the light blaster pistol, knows how to use it but prefers not to. If he doesn't have to.
He is more of a support type of guy.
That being said, I am going to set myself some sort of alarm to remind myself to check here on a more consistent basis. I apologize for being awol as I do want to be a part of this game. 
 

I want to shoot this thing. Let me know what I need to do!
Assuming Wesk didn't kill it with that kick.
If he did or I'm in danger of hurting Argo, then I obviously wont.

Wesk and Argo were peacefully sitting outside of the med-bay, waiting for their turn to get patched up by the doctor and their new companion, Gren the Bothan. Argo was curled up by the Kyuzo's side, and although its position gave off the impression of relaxing, its upright ear gestured otherwise. Even if the people around them had helped in the escape from Watercrest Outpost, the Anooba didn't exactly feel comfortable around them. Not yet.
On the polar opposite side of the spectrum was Wesk. He sat cross-legged, gently scratching Argo's back as they waited to arrive at their new destination. After the chaotic lift-off, Wesk attempted to talk his companion into being more trusting towards the rest of the crew, whilst also dealing with the conflicting emotions from the past battle. On one hand, he had only attacked to keep them from harming Argo; on the other, they their weapons to stun, meaning they wouldn't have been lethally wounded. He continued pondering on it for a good second until...
A chilling sensation ran down Wesk's spine and Argo's hackles sprouted up like tensed needles, alerting them to the alien presence onboard. Quickly, it leapt from its curled position towards the entrance of the med-bay, acting with a much bigger sense of urgency than Charon or Bon'Uss were displaying. Alerted by Argo's sudden movements, Wesk quickly picked himself up from the ground and followed after Argo, only to find Gren being assaulted by a giant creature, similar to a crab and a spider.
Argo's fight-or-flight reflexes kicked in and it quickly lunged at the creature, using its powerful mandibles to bite it and keep it in place momentarily. Thanks to Argo's help and an inexplicable abrupt surge of strength, Wesk lifted his foot into the air and unleashed a devastating axe kick onto the alien's shell.
CRACK!!!
The sheer blunt trauma created a large fissure on one of its sides, weakening the creature and leaving it to limp through the ship.

Gren stumbles back as something bounds against him.
"Argghhh" The bothan grunts as the creatures claws rip through his thick robes and tears into his furry flesh.
Struggling with the ripped fabric of his robes he can barely get his blaster ready as Wesk comes crashing by with a mighty and powerful kick.
Seeing the damage done, Gren grimaces at his light blaster pistol as he aims it at the crab like alien.
 
 

Gren stumbles back as something bounds against him.
"Argghhh" The bothan grunts as the creatures claws rip through his thick robes and tears into his furry flesh.
Struggling with the ripped fabric of his robes he can barely get his blaster ready as Wesk comes crashing by with a mighty and powerful kick.
Seeing the damage done, Gren grimaces at his light blaster pistol as he aims it at the crab like alien.
 
 

I want to shoot this thing. Let me know what I need to do!
Assuming Wesk didn't kill it with that kick.
If he did or I'm in danger of hurting Argo, then I obviously wont.

Sorry for the delay.
Initiative: 2eP 0 successes, 3 advantage

Being new to SWRPG and this game specifically, I'm really up for anything.
 
 

Gren looks over his glasses at the kneeling Kyuzo. His lowered stature put them at right about eye level.
"I appreciate the offer but no, no. We mustn't attempt to move him without some type of stabilization."
"I fear it would only do more damage" He muttered the last part more to himself than his new companion.
Pulling the greyish hairs of his chin, Gren quickly glances around.
"There! In that pile. A sled. Quickly. We can use that to transport him safely to my equipment."
 

I will flip a destiny to procure a grav-sled.

Gren looks over his glasses at the kneeling Kyuzo. His lowered stature put them at right about eye level.
"I appreciate the offer but no, no. We mustn't attempt to move him without some type of stabilization."
"I fear it would only do more damage" He muttered the last part more to himself than his new companion.
Pulling the greyish hairs of his chin, Gren quickly glances around.
"There! In that pile. A sled. Quickly. We can use that to transport him safely to my equipment."
 

I will flip a destiny to procure a grav-sled.

Sorry about that. My posts do say they need to be approved by moderator. It showed up right away for me IC so didn't even think anything of it.
That being said, I'm glad to be aboard! Thanks for having me.
Also if there is ever an instance where I am holding up the action please don't hesitate to act for me.
 
Here's my roll to stabilize Hugo.
Med Check to stabilize Hugo: 2eA+2eP+2eD 0 successes, 4 advantage

 

Sorry about that. My posts do say they need to be approved by moderator. It showed up right away for me IC so didn't even think anything of it.
That being said, I'm glad to be aboard! Thanks for having me.
Also if there is ever an instance where I am holding up the action please don't hesitate to act for me.
 
Here's my roll to stabilize Hugo.
Med Check to stabilize Hugo: 2eA+2eP+2eD 0 successes, 4 advantage

 

I posted days ago. Do I need to take a specific action? 
Sorry. I was waiting on responses.

Gren moves as quickly as he can down the ramp hitting the ground at the same time as the end of the lowering ramp.
Crouching as he moves, the Bothan's blaster pistol appears from within his heavy robes as he looks towards where that shot was fired from. 
Knowing the sniper is too far away to even attempt a shot, Gren knows his only option is to move fast. Get in and assess.
"Staying low and moving fast was a lot easier when I was younger" he thinks to himself.
As he approaches the rebel he quickly glances over his body to see where he's been hit.
"Are you able to move on your own?" He asks of the downed human.
 

Placing a hand on the pilots shoulder and using his other to stabilize himself behind the pilots seat, Gren leans forward and squints through his small lensed glasses. Looking ahead through the cockpit window, he sees blaster fire zipping past the ships they are landing between.
"Never a dull moment, Scarpa. Never a dull a moment" The Bothan mutters more-so to himself as he pats the pilots shoulder and turns to make his way out of the cockpit.
Gren begins to meticulously layout his medical supplies in an area of the hold he has designated as a makeshift triage, medical room, and if need be operating room. 
Smoothing his heavy robes, he again double checks every supply sometimes shifting them over even just a couple inches to the left or right.
Gren feels the small thump as the ship comes to rest in it's hovering position slightly above the ground, and the rush of wind that fills the hold as the  ramp of the Pathfinder lowers itself to the ground.
He catches a stimpak as the air pushes it off the smooth table and it rolls towards the floor.
 

Hey all. Very new to SWRPG so bear with me!
Destiny Pool Roll:
: 1eF 2 Light Side

Init Roll (Cool):
: 2eP 0 successes, 1 advantage

 

Gren moves as quickly as he can down the ramp hitting the ground at the same time as the end of the lowering ramp.
Crouching as he moves, the Bothan's blaster pistol appears from within his heavy robes as he looks towards where that shot was fired from. 
Knowing the sniper is too far away to even attempt a shot, Gren knows his only option is to move fast. Get in and assess.
"Staying low and moving fast was a lot easier when I was younger" he thinks to himself.
As he approaches the rebel he quickly glances over his body to see where he's been hit.
"Are you able to move on your own?" He asks of the downed human.
 

Placing a hand on the pilots shoulder and using his other to stabilize himself behind the pilots seat, Gren leans forward and squints through his small lensed glasses. Looking ahead through the cockpit window, he sees blaster fire zipping past the ships they are landing between.
"Never a dull moment, Scarpa. Never a dull a moment" The Bothan mutters more-so to himself as he pats the pilots shoulder and turns to make his way out of the cockpit.
Gren begins to meticulously layout his medical supplies in an area of the hold he has designated as a makeshift triage, medical room, and if need be operating room. 
Smoothing his heavy robes, he again double checks every supply sometimes shifting them over even just a couple inches to the left or right.
Gren feels the small thump as the ship comes to rest in it's hovering position slightly above the ground, and the rush of wind that fills the hold as the  ramp of the Pathfinder lowers itself to the ground.
He catches a stimpak as the air pushes it off the smooth table and it rolls towards the floor.