Zinn stands hunched over for a few moments, hands on his knees, simply breathing. When the bounty hunter introduces herself, and asks their names, he straightens and nods at her. "Thanks for the help. Your intervention was well-timed indeed."

Zinn will continue to fire at their enemy until he can climb the ladder after his comrades. As Zuul clears rungs above him, Zinn starts up, keeping an eye on the enemies behind them.

Zinn takes aim at the closest alien, but does not yet fire; he maintains cover for Zuul and Gavin as they make their way towards the rest of the party.

If the aliens attack, Zinn will fire.

"Thanks," Zinn says as he catches the blaster. Checking the charge, he mutters, "I am NOT gonna become the next of these frackin' things." Upon hearing the noises coming from above, he makes a visual scan, bringing his weapon to bear. "Contact above!" he warns the group...

Zinn looks around, saying, "Thanks for the hand. That was...most unpleasant."

He checks their vicinity for missing equipment, new gear they might press into service, anything that might be of help, before moving out with the rest of the party.

Zinn lets out a yelp of surprise, an abbreviated noise that turns into a shout, first of dismay, then of dismay laced with pain as his wounds are taxed by the dangling position in which he now finds himself. He forces his focus to the most immediate task, beginning to get better hand- and foot-holds...

Zinn will help with the binding of wounds first, gathering whatever scraps of cloth he can find (possibly slicing strips off of the clothing he has stored in his rucksack). As their wounded get the best care available at the moment, he pipes up. "I know that assassin droid heard what I said, ev...

Zinn, having taken the time to line up his shot, smiles inwardly as the web shield gets hurled away from its wielder. His finger gently, steadily squeezes the trigger on his weapon, sending the coherent light hurtling toward his target. Having heard the talk about the assassin droid, Zinn says, afte...

Zinn lines up a shot, taking a round to aim at the head of one of the constructs...

Zinn nods in satisfaction as the party manages to dispense with the last of the constructs. He crosses to assist Vale in getting their teammates to safety, and stands guard, actively searching the area as medical attention is rendered.

Glad you're ok, GreyWolf. That's the important thing.

Welcome back!

As Zinn sees the construct beings raise their shields to deflect the incoming stun fire, Zinn takes the opportunity to fire at the unprotected portion of one of their bodies; his blaster carbine already set to Kill, he hopes his shot gets through and does significant damage.

Thank you, Starbeard! It most definitely was.

Sorry for the lag, all.

My oldest daughter got married last Sunday. At the Des Moines, IA Renaissance Festival. It was FANTASTIC.

And, I was, understandably, busy.

Game on, all!

Zinn, upon seeing the 'humans' approaching them, gets the feeling that they are, no longer, the beings who had once been human. His brain screams that no one could undergo THAT much alteration and remain the same. His blaster carbine set to Kill, he draws a bead on one of the approaching entities. A...

Zinn cocks his head at the comment about similarity to a heartbeat. He looks at Vale. "If you focus on that pulsing, perhaps touching the wall or something to maybe give you a better connection, does the Force tell you anything beyond that which you've already discovered?"

Zinn looks around, grimly. "If we could rig up either a remotely-detonated charge, or a timed charge," here, he holds up the chronometer he'd recovered in an earlier chamber, "we'd be able to give ourselves time to escape. Obviously, a remote detonator is best, so long as the signal c...

Zinn looks around, although none too quickly as his head is still tender from his recent bout with unconsciousness. Looking to the professor and the Jedi, he says, "It almost looks like these poor guys are in REM sleep, with those eye movements. What do you two think is going on here?" Poi...

Zinn finds himself drifting in an alien starscape; he has a sense of his body, but it is vague, somewhat undefined, as though he were not so much corporeal as simply... there. Looking about himself, he took in the tableau all around, not recognizing any of the constellations he could see. He could, ...

Zinn's brow furrows in thought. "There are so many things to consider here." He looks at Vale. "I would never suggest we actually let this vessel reach our galaxy, but there is a small part of me that would dearly love seeing the Empire having to deal with this, rather than the Allian...