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I slump back in mind, launch the pod after it's full or no body is around.

ONce it's launched, I inspect my wounds.

Kettch padded along into the Escape pod with Laz non-chalantly, still holding the blaster in one hand, he eyed Laz for a moment and took a seat in the pod as it sealed up and launched

"Do da do da doo daa doo da doo da da doo da.."

He uttered as it launched

"I'm sorry, but I don't speak giant teddy bear. And i'm guessing you don't speak common."

He nodded as if comprehending his words and just responded with

"Yub Yub"

I pilot the pod.

"Sir, we are detecing two life forms in an escape pod"

"Shoot it down"

The assault shuttle opens fire with its laser cannons

Make two piloting checks
DC: 18
and
DC 21

The rest of the 12 shots go wide

Kettch growls as he looks out the pod's escape hatch for a moment, pointing anxiously at the star destroyer looming over them

"Achetaha! Acheatha!"

He said in alarm

++rolls done over IM++

I dodge with the cunning method of not being hit.

ok, you dodge, and your escape pod makes a hyperspace microjump to the hoth system(I am making escape pods capable of very short range hyperspace travel because it suits me)

Kettch sat back in visable relief and sat in peace for all of a minute before his nose twitched in anticipation. His eyes scanned the craft for a moment and hopped from the seat to tilt his head at the box hanging just off to the side of where they were

"Tutah."

He reached up for the box and only managed to tip it a bit from where he was, thoughtfully he turned to Laz and padded over to climb up him onto the chair and get at the box, lifting free a honeycomb looking piece of dry ration to nibble on

"Erhb, Yub yub, Yub yub!"

Keevan cleaned up and made his way back to his small quarters, he avioded the mess and the canteen aboard, knowing the pilots would likely be in there, full of themselves. His shift however was over for now...
With a sigh he spilled his rank cylinder into the console by the door, which slid open with a reassuring silence. He went inside and picked up some pieces from the small table inside, a datapad with the back panel missing...
Now to see what I can do with this he thought.

"Captain Fy'Allar?"
"Yes, Ensign Boyle?"
"An escape pod managed to to jump into hyperspace..."

At that moment, the holonet transmitter burst into life

"Captain Fy'Allar of the DeathScythe I presume?"
Dropping to one knee captain Fy'Allar reponded
"Lord Vader, I am honored by your message. What do you wish of me?"

"Due to increased rebel activity, I want you to sen probes in every direction to ascertain the source.. We will find these Rebel Scum"

"As you wish my loard"

The transmitter blinked off

"Launch probe droids... especialy along that escape pod's last known vector"
"Yes captain"

All involved that are still alive, gain 700 xp

Kettch sat still for a second after finishing the ration before he began to look irritated. He wasn't a good passenger and didn't enjoy being in a starship he didn't control, save for the lovely big sparkly ones with all those lights though, he liked those.

inconspicously, he shrunk slowly and shifted to the bottom of the floor in an effort to sneak like someone being watched would and crept closer to Laz and the pilot's seat before moving out to bite at the joint of his leg, reaching out with a paw to try and grab hold of the controls

"Grrrrrrrrrhhhhh."

Laz Jumps up in a panic and you manage to sieze the vehicle

"Sensors are picking up a distree signal from an escape pod.. Oh hell.. It is from the Righteous"

"Oh hell. these must be the only survivors.. send a transport to go pick them up"

"yes sir"

In a bout.. oh, 2 minutes, a transport comes to pick you up(it is a Galofree Yards Medium Transport)

As soon as the pod is dragged onboard and the hatch is opened, Kettch clambered over Laz lazily and scurried out onto the cargo deck, landing on both feet as he draws himself up to his stunning height of three and a half feet. Carefully he began to shake himself out until he was comfortable and eyed the deck seargant

"Yub yub"

Seeing the head of detention on this level walk in, Persey quickly snaps to attention. "We've processed the prisoners, Sir. We are ready to begin interrogation when you're ready, Sir."

Gandyr senses a faint disturbance in the force after Shar answers his questions, and closes his eyes briefly. This can wait...I have other business to attend to. "Well, boy, I shall let you loose. Don't try anything; the door is locked and Digger is not friendly... Kalia, keep a blaster trained on him at all times, and shoot him if he threatens to leave."
Walking out of the crowded back room, Gandyr heads over to the far wall, where his equipment is stored. He presses his hand against the palm-scanner, and the compartment slides open smoothy. Inside is his lightsaber, lanvarok, armor, cloak, and his second sword. He pulls on his armor slowly and methodically, then waited for it's strength-enchancement to take effect. He suddenly felt stronger than normal, and he flexed his muscles. He pulled out his lanvarok, and strapped it to his left arm, a disc already loaded. Gandyr slipped his two swords into sheaths concealed within his crimson cloak, and reached at last for his lightsaber, buckling it to his belt along with his two blasters. Now, THIS is better thought Gandyr confidently. He wondered how the crew would respond to his appearance, but before even pausing to consider that thought, he was out the door and walking towards the bridge.

"Thank you. I"m sick of smelling ewok."

Shar looks at Kalia.
"Well, he didn't give you any instuctions about me moving around the room did he?"

*gets up a paces*
*inconspicusly gets close to Kalia*

*tires to grab the blaster*

Kalia jerks suddenly, as if something took over here, and then in a distinctly masculine voice she says "Don't try it, bantha-shit. Sit down on the bed."

*shoves gun away with one hand, tries to render unconcious with other hand*

HTH attack roll.......... (18+5=23)

Damage=1d3+STR= (2+2=4)