"I blinked. Drew first. Old timer shot first." He tried to assist with climbing on the table, but with everything hurting, it was more of a struggle than intended.

"And then we kept shooting... each other."

"Then where... old timer." He struggled to get the words out, the ringing in his ears getting louder. "Don't exactly want to leave you for the manka cats out here, either..." he struggled to focus his vision on the old man, sitting up on his knees.

"Hell... of a shot..."

EE3 - Borrowing Supplies - Mauricio Roll 2: GAS GAS GAS! Driver (Agility 4, Piloting - Planetary 1, +3eB from other drivers, Hard, Destiny) : 2eP+2eA+3eB+3eD 2 successes https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/p-s-s.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/p-a.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/a-s...

Even with the head trauma, driving and piloting was just instinct to Mauricio at this point. It was not a milk run. The pickup ended up in some trouble. EE3 - Borrowing Supplies - Mauricio Roll 1: GAS GAS GAS! Driver (Agility 4, Piloting - Planetary 1, +3eB from other drivers (Cass), Hard, Destiny) ...

Mauricio leaned on Raven, while he could walk under his own power, everything hurt. His head felt like it was splitting in half. He was lightly holding on to his helm with one hand, eyes still unable to focus.

"Never... has this place... looked so good."

He coughed blood, a wet ragged sound. Slowly getting to his knees. Hands went up to remove his helmet, dropping it to the ground. Blood matted into his hair, the impacts of cracked beskar into his skull. His eyes were glassy, struggling to focus, trying to determine which of the three Raven's in his...

While the kip up and air flip to firing was indeed effective, and cool, it also made him an open target. Another solid volley tore into him, and Mauricio felt to the ground. He felt his helmet crack from the blast, and the searing pain. "Good... idea.... oldtimer." he weakly replied to Ironsides as ...

"Shit..." Mauricio had sworn as the bolts tore between the plating of his beskar, and he fell, everything fading to black. He could almost see the hallowed fields, and a pang of regret. His sister was pregnant, and he wouldn't get to meet his niece. Kayla had already told him the name. Koska. A good...

While his bell was rung, Mauricio still had both blasters coming out hot, aiming in a fluid steady motion, and still steadying his breath to make sure his aim was true. His fingers pressed both triggers, as six blaster bolts lanced into his rival. Incidental - Quick Draw Incidental- Improved Quick D...

MA3 - Honor's Demand - Step 1: SHOWDOWN (Willpower 3, Coercion 1, Destiny Upgra Ironsides Discipline 3eC, Intimidating 1 Downgrade) : 2eP+1eA+2eC+1eD 3 failures, 2 advantage https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/p--.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/p-s-a.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote...

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5a/27/c4/5a27c44367db70283fbda7a8017120c3.jpg Ironsides wore intricately designed armor that showed the artisanal skill of the one who forged his armor. Over his right arm rested a beautifully decorated cloak that masks some of his more subtle arm movements. Stepping up in...

"I'll be your huckleberry." Mauricio's voice was distorted somewhat through the helmet, as he cooly assessed the challenger.

Duelist

WT 0/15
ST 0/15
Defense 1/1
Soak 4

Apparently the discovery of a miniature cloaked probe droid had rattled the Gunslinger. Something wore on his mind as he moved through the training course. His normal sharp shooting was just not there, and then being agile had been more rough. But apparently the frustrations of failing both showed a...

A blaster bolt went flying, into the little probe droid. Mauricio meant to keep his aim to disable it, and hopefully recover the droid for further study.

After a moment, the gunslinger flourished and holstered the pistol.

"Shit."

"Not quite sure." He quickly drew his main pistol, the grip comfortable in his hand, "But it's giving me a bad feeling about the situation." His tone was steady, a certain edge of danger to it, as he began to follow the wind.

Mauricio was never really a bookish man. No, while others buried themselves in books, he studied the way of the gun. He added nothing to the cause here. EA1 - Hitting the Books - Making Sense of the Mess (Intellect 2, Knowledge (Lore) 0, Average) : 2eA+2eD 1 failure https://orokos.com/roll/images/eo...

"I think I've found something." Mauricio spoke over the comm, heading over to the tree, examining the leaves and the motion they made as he got closer, an armored hand moving over the base of the tree, whatever wind felt at where the skin peeked from behind his gauntlet and the glove.

As the gunslinger walked while those better suited to deception did the work, the rangefinder on his helmet slipped into position, and the HUF went into a different view, the screen flashing white and blue, with sounds showing off as points of origins. Something pinged, as his head scanned the area....

Mauricio lowered himself back to the field of battle, kicking off the thrusters of the pack as his toes barely touched the ground. Both blasters were spun on his trigger fingers, before quickly holstered. Taking the moment to draw some stims, he went to patching himself up. "They made the call, yeah?"

Fé stepped into her room and stretched with a sigh, using the movement to toss her shirt into the hamper, leaving her in the close-fitting, cropped black tank top that served as underwear. Her pants were still on when she flopped onto the temporary-ish bed that occupied part of the room, attempting...