No way for him to defend against that... you roll 15 and yank those pistols out of his hands!
But sadly, it may have been better used against Medraud, who is not wounded...
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MUSEUM FIGHT
West
Thief B: 76/35
Center
Con: 12(2)/64/36
South
Medraud: 57/35
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Medraud is going to shoot at you while the other Thief moves to retrieve his pistols, leaving you with only one attacker this time.
Force Pool has refreshed!
Exhibiting a burst of agility, Con flips across the room and brings his lightsaber down at Medraud! The thief throws himself backwards, pumping a Fortune point into his evasive action, but your lightsaber carves a hefty wound across his front for 24 damage! And now you are right on top of him...
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MUSEUM FIGHT
West
Thief B: 76/38
South
Con: 7(2)/68/40
Medraud: 81/39
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Medraud and the Thief to fire.
The Thief rolls nada.
Medraud, however, excels up close! He receives his Close Quarters bonus once more and sends a shot burning through your shoulder! You take 12 damage from his twin pistols, raising you up to 80! That is a Death Check (which you pass) and a -3 penalty on your attacks...
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MUSEUM FIGHT
West
Thief B: 76/41
South
Con: 5(2)/80/41
Medraud: 81/42
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Things are getting close here! Medraud has his pistols shoved in your face and you have your lightsaber shoved in his...
Your wounds are a serious hinderance at this point, and the quick swipes of a Combination do not help it. Medraud rolls away as your lightsaber melts lines into the stone floor of the Museum...
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MUSEUM FIGHT
West
Thief B: 76/41
South
Con: 3(2)/80/44
Medraud: 81/43
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Medraud comes up on one knee, lifting both pistols in your direction while the second Thief closes in from behind...
As quickly as Con has come, Con is leaving! You flip backwards away from Medraud to deprive him of his bonus... but he puts a Fortune point into one of his shots and it burns into your back as you are coming down. 6 damage... at 86 damage, you still pass the Death Check.
The Thief then rolls a 20, pushing you up to 94 damage... Death Check failed.
You are a talented Jedi Padawan, Con, nearly ready for your trials, but this was not something you were prepared for. Just as you land, a laser bolt catches you in the side and you go down, dropping your lightsaber to clutch at the burning wound.
The blast wound is bad, but lasers cauterize. No blood, yet.
Medraud, the first Thief, limps over to you, pistols still in his hands.
"Foolish Jedi," Medraud sneers. "Never come between a dedicated thief and his quarry. It will not end well for you..."
"Medraud, we must go!" the second Thief says, gesturing toward the exit to the room with his pistols.
"In a second, Medraut," Medraud says, crouching down beside you. "I must talk with our friend, here. I want to know why he thought he could stop me..."
"As I said," Medraud says. "Fool."
He presses the nozzle of a pistol against your forehead... and there is a shot, but not from his gun. Instead, his pistol retracts and he rises up, bolts flickering past him.
"Until we meet again, Jedi scum!" Medraud shouts at you before buggering off. Footsteps race past you.
Shortly after, a man kneels by you, one of the guards. "Are you alright?"
You cannot hear what the man says in return over the sound of pistols being fired and things shattering and breaking all around you, death screams from some of the guards as they fall prey to Medraud and Medraut, the thieving twins.
You fade from consciousness...
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You groggily come to at some point the next day, aching from physical exhaustion and from the gun wounds to your shoulder and side.
You seem to be in a bacta tank. Master Raskae is in the one beside you.