<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Somewhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong> 0/0   <strong>Soak:</strong> 4    <strong>Wounds:</strong> 0    <strong>Strain:</strong> <del>0</del> 2<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong> None<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> 4 Successes and 2 Advantages<br/><strong>Maneuver:</strong> Move, Cover<br/><strong>Action:</strong> Draw Weapon<br/></em><hr/><br/>Septimus cursed when he saw whoever was out there had opened fire, and not only shot at them but were using lethal ordinance to do so.  It meant they had no intention of all of taking prisoners and killing everyone.   This put the group in a bind as Septimus has no idea how Tina or Miria were with their weapons.  Septimus was fair with a blaster, Victoria had made him train with one when he had become a part of his crew as she told her reasoning when someone saw a lightsaber at your belt, they assumed the person was a Jedi, and it opened a whole world of complications for the two of them in the gray fringes they operated their business in.  Septimus saw her reasoning, and was silently in his mind thanking her for making him do so.<br/><br/>Fair however did not mean he was a marksman, and with the poor visibility out there, he could barely make out what to fire at.  They were going to need to be certain and have for sure shots which either killed the people out there opening fire on them, or injure them to the point they did not wish to continue the fight.  His thoughts were distracted with Miria's startled shout, and only had to assume she had been hit.  It made even more imperative they ended this conflict and end this encounter as quickly as they could before more were alerted to and drawn into the conflict.  Septimus had to get closer.  With a grunt of effort, he pushed away and drew his weapon as he moved, jumping up to the next line of rocks which he could take cover behind.  Once he got there, he pressed himself against it, and waited to see if he had a better shot from this location than he did his previous one.  Lived depended upon it, depended upon him.