>>43741478
[2/2]

“Okay, that’s not-“ You stop yourself. No, you’re going to make things worse. “Look, just stay where you are, they ain’t going to hurt you. Just uh…” You check your systems. You’re still below the Barloz, which means their Tractor beam can’t touch you. And with Erma, Lima, and Uggla still flying closely around you, you might be able to pull off a miracle of some sort. But it most likely will involve leaving the Barloz behind. You quickly check your subsystems. Shields are recharging, minor damage to power capacitors… Hyperdrive is functioning.

> Make a run for it. You can always save the Barloz and Misri later.
> Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.
> Other

>>43741481
>Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.

>>43741481
>> Make a run for it. You can always save the Barloz and Misri later.
Rescue attempts only work from outside the prison.

>>43741481
>Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.

>>43741481
> Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.

Well fuck....

BTW German, should i add some extra stuff to the pastebin, like shields, senors and weapon types for the ships?

>>43741481
>Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.

>>43741596
I think you're fine for now. I mostly treat all shields, sensors, and weapons relatively the same unless the Wook says otherwise.

>>43741481
>Other
threaten to activate the barloz' self destruct mechanism if they don't let us go

>>43741481
>> Other
Open communications and tell the Furies

"Attetion Vessel The Vode Ann, The Barloz is of Imperial propety and futher attemp to take it would be the same as stealling from the galactic empire. Stop pulling it i will enter your dock and surrender myself. You ladies don't want to mess with the big bad empire right? So i will enter you ship to tricks just leave my crew alone."

>>43741627
Oh okay then, I'll do it unless says otherwise in the Wook and what you said, but I just thought I should have bring it up since there was a lot of information on sensor an shield tech as i was skimming through the wiki.

>>43741780
this!

>>43741481
> Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.

> Allow yourself to be taken in. You’d probably make yourself out as a coward anyway.

You sigh. Against your better judgement, and because all of your navigation work regarding the RAS Bailoff is on the Barloz and not the R-22, you have to let yourself be captured. You have to remind yourself to backup the data somewhere on this fighter. “Alright. You got me,” you say over the universal comms. “Disabling weapons.” You turn off your weapons, and power down the engines to about 10% to let yourself dock with the Vode An more easily.

“Awesome!” says Uggla. “Warmaster Vizsla is going to love this!”

“It’s going to be nice to see you again, Rhys!” Lima says happily. “We can catch up!”

Yeah, for all of five minutes before Vizsla cuts your head off and mounts it over her throne. You shake your head. The Vode An opens its main hangar doors, which stretch across the top hull. Even from here you can see the damage you dealt from the last time you saw them. There’s still a lot of holes, some collapsed Starfighters, and lots of astromech droids fixing the damage. The Barloz is the first to land, between the rows of Starfighters. Behind it, you land the R-22. You quickly lock up the cockpit and scratch at your mask. The three girls land in empty spots for fighters, then dismount and start walking to your R-22. They’re joined by some deck hands as well, along with a few other Furies wearing their own custom Mandalorian armor. Times are tough for the Mandos, ceremonial armor has to be given up and smelted into weapons and armor, blasters have to be repurposed for special use in the Empire, ships have to be impounded. Suffice to say, things still are as hodgepodge as you last remember it.

[1/3]

That ominous silence. I really can't thing of anything to help us run from this mess. I wonder if we should have just run away instead of figthing those rebels. And my friends keep asking why i hate Mannah, god dammit planet, i never got anything good happening in there. Not evne in the KOTOR games.

>>43741929
[2/2]

Erma climbs up onto your hull, pulling off her helmet and brushing back her short blonde hair. Lima as well pulls off her helmet, undoing the ponytail holding her hair together and quickly swishing it into longer hair past her shoulders. She smiles at you, freckles on her cheeks, red and yellow highlights on her brown hair. They’re still as cute and lovely as the day you first met.

“Open up!” Erma kicks your cockpit window. “So I can show you why we’re called Furies!”

Uggla climbs up next to Lima, waving at you. “Hi, Rhys! Remember me?” she asks, waving her hand. You nod, awkwardly waving at her. “Ah, you do!” She snaps her fingers, pointing at you and grinning. “Such a gentlemen!”

Erma pulls the lightsaber off of her belt and ignites the blue glowing blade. “Don’t make me chop this cockpit open! I might just accidentally gut you while doing it!” You hold up your hand, and take your time unlocking the cockpit. The hatch releases, rising up as you stand up and pull down your mask. Your sun visor retracts back into your helmet as you look upon all the Furies, who stare at you contemptuously. Well, except for Lima and Uggla.

“Hugs!” Uggla immediately hugs you, giggling. “Aw, it’s great to see you again, Rhys!” Erma snaps the lightsaber off, snapping it back onto her belt. Uggla pulls away. “Well, except for the whole issue with the Basilisk and you also nearly destroying the Vode An over Nar Shaddaa and leaving us to the Hutts and uh… yeah. But I forgive you!” she says with a smile. You step out of the R-22 and onto the familiar cold hard floor of the Vode An.

Erma drops down next to you. “Cuff him. The Warmaster will want to see you personally in private.”

> “I don’t suppose I can’t see you in private either, Erma?”
> Remain quiet. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.
> “Look. We can settle things out easily. I got friends, they can have a talk with you.”
> Other

>>43741948
>Other
what anon said earlier:>>43741780
or a variation of it
gotta let the barloz fly free

>>43741948
>> “Look. We can settle things out easily. I got friends, they can have a talk with you.”

>>43741948
> Other
Ask what will be of your crew? Tell Erma that the ship is from the imperials trying to convince then that without the ship on board you can't fly away and that the imperials would never have a reason to go after him, but they might probably come for the ship. If they question how they would know we just lie about having a schedueled arrival.

>>43741948
> “I don’t suppose I can’t see you in private either, Erma?”
this line is too good to pass up, though im sure its going to end with us getting decked

>>43741948

Alright fine, you got me.

The ship and all contents are imperial property and cannot be searched or seized according to galactic code (made up bullshit or actual law) without it being legally declared an act of war of the Mandalorians against the Empire.

Fighter's all mine though. Treat her gently.

And please don't cuff me. It'll make giving hugglz hard.

>>43741948
"Cuffs are unnecessary. You have hostages."

" I didn't think a Venator Destroyer full of deadly mandalorian ladies needs me cuffed Erma. I know you have high expectations of me but i'm not a jedi."

>>43742114
Would rather catch up with Uggla.

> Other

“Look, listen, Erma. I work for the Empire-“

“You find new ways to make me hate you every time I see you, don’t you,” says Erma very simply.

“And that ship, and this Starfighter, are Imperial property. The crew in that Barloz work for them too, but they have no quarrel with you. Seizing the Barloz would be an act of war against the Empire, you’d bring them down on you.”

“Why do we care?” asks Lima. You look at her, confused. “We’re pirates. We’re not a governmental body. Mandalore as an independent nation ceased to exist when the Empire occupied it. We’re technically not even a government-in-exile since we have no relations with the old Mandalorian government which already was fractured by the Civil War.” Hm, smart. Lima smiles. “But I admire your bravery, saving your crew!”

“Look. Can you just let them go?” you ask. “You can keep my R-22 and me. But everyone in the Barloz is free, they’re not involved with what’s going on between you and me. You and me especially, Erma.” She slaps you hard on the cheek, silencing you.

“Disgusting,” she mutters. “You were trouble enough as a smuggler and a thief, but an agent for the Empire?” She shakes her head, looking at you the same way an Imperial Officer would look at an ugnaught. “Absolutely disgusting.”

You smirk a little. “Maybe you like that.” She slaps you again, flooring you this time. You feel your cheek burn at the sting of her palm. She’s got an arm. But before she can further hurt you, the voice of Warmaster Vizsla freezes everyone.

[1/3]

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>>43742700
[2/3]

“Erma. Refrain from killing him, please.” Erma steps back. “Send him to my throne. I would like to have a personal talk with Mister Cykgil.” Erma looks positively furious, but she relents. Nobody goes against Warmaster Vizsla after all. A pair of Furies help you to your feet. “And as for the Barloz, leave it in our hangar. We have no reason to fear the Empire just yet. It’s not like they want to be known for colluding with pirates and thugs like Mister Cykgil.” They start marching you down the hangar.

-

-

The Throne Room aboard the Vode An was custom made, refitted out of an old briefing room. It was expanded to house the few hundred members of the Furies, both full and honorary. And at the far end of it, beneath the banners of the old Clans of Mandalore, with House Vizsla being most prominent was her throne. Warmaster Vizsla sat upon this throne, dressed in shining Mandalorian armor, a half cape draped over her shoulder bearing the Vizsla sigil, her helmet at her feet, and by her side was silver protocol droid.

“Warmaster Vizsla,” you say as you step into the throne room, escorted by a squad of her Majesty’s finest. “I see you’re as cute and adorable and absolutely out of your depth as ever. Happy sixteenth birthday by the way.”

She rolls her watery blue eyes, brushing her curly blonde hair back. “Feh. You cannot anger me with jokes and insults regarding my age. I am of age to inherit the title of Mandalore from my kin now. All that is left is for me to reclaim the Halls of Mandalore, its cities, and its people from the Empire.”

“Well, considering you haven’t started yet,” you say. “I can see you aren’t ready. Which begs the question of why you haven’t released my crew or my ship. They don’t have any quarrel with you.”

>>43742718
[3/3]

“I know they don’t,” she says, squinting at you. “Our quarrel is squarely with you, Mister Cykgil. We do not forgive grand theft on the scale of yours, especially not sabotage, and blatant destruction of our property.” She stands up, placing her hands on her hips. Kids these days, think they know everything. “You are to be punished. Severely.” She pulls the shock whip from her belt, running the strand through her fingers.

You sigh. “Punish me then. But not the crew.”

“Oh, of course not,” she says as she steps down towards you. “They will be released in due time. But it is you I want for now.”

You smirk a little. “You’re a little too young for me.”

She glares at you. “I would admire your bravery, but I’m fully aware that your higher cognitive thoughts don’t come from up high. It comes from down low.” She folds her arms, looking up at you. “Your crew is in your safe hands, rest assured. Your droids will be cleaned, given an oil bath, and returned. And your one crewmember will be bathed, clothed, and fed.”

“That’s nice of you,” you say. “But…”

“But nothing,” she says. “Let’s talk about the now. The now is that we have you, and we are fully prepared to punish you, kill you even and parade your corpse through the halls of the Vode An.” Hm, you didn’t think you were that handsome for that. “Tell me, nay, beg me. I would like to hear why you do not deserve such a fate.”

> Charisma: “I think you’re far too nice of a girl to even consider something like that.”
> Intelligence: “Because if you kill me, the Empire won’t like it?”
> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”

>>43742730
>> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”

>>43742730
> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”
She's already considering it and they don't care about Imperial entanglements. Looks like fighting is the only way out.

>>43742730
>> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”

Goddamnit first it was Bimbo Mandos, now it's adorable oujo-Mandos. Schteel have mercy on me man

>>43742730
>“Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”

>>43742730

> Charisma: “I think you’re far too nice of a girl to even consider something like that.”

- Mandalore
-Nice
Pick one

> Intelligence: “Because if you kill me, the Empire won’t like it?”

She gives zero shit for the empire, and we aren't really that important.

> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”
I pick skill..nothing talks more to a mandalore then some skill test and she is crazy to kick our asses.

>>43742730
>Charisma: “I think you’re far too nice of a girl to even consider something like that.”

>>43742797
No.

>>43742810
Then we get kicked and putted on the boot by a sisteen year old Mandalore girl. And some people have to pay for this.

>>43742730
>> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.

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>>43742849

>>43742730
> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”

Anyone else thinks that this girl is going to send us on some suicide mission?

> Skill: “Well, first, you’re implying you can kill me.”

“Well, first. You’re implying you can kill me, Warmaster.”

She quirks her brow. “Is that a challenge?” You shrug. “Hmph. I forgot how arrogant and boastful you were.”

“Not were, am,” you say quickly.

“Regardless. There is nothing difficult about having you simply thrown out an airlock and letting the cold reaches of space suffocate you slowly. Not a Warrior’s death, no, and certainly not the painless way to die, but it is a very easy way to execute you.” She places her hands on her hips, squinting at you, her lips curling a little. “And you have no say in it.”

“Well, very honorable of you.” You shake your head, scoffing. “Really. I’m glad that your girls here have a very trustworthy and honorable leader to guide them.”

She blinks. “A-…” She stammers, then quickly clears her throat. “Are you challenging me?”

“Do you want me to?” You smile a bit, chuckling a little. “I mean, I thought you Mandalorians were all about giving a fair fight, letting skill and strength decide who will rule.”

The look on her face is simply incredulous. “You would dare challenge Warmaster Forn Vizsla to a test of skill. Is that what I am getting at?” You glance away, letting her figure it out. “You are.” She grabs your chin, and forces you to look at you. “Well let me tell you this, Mister Cykgil. I know how dangerous you can be, especially if such a test involves Starfighters.”

“Afraid?” you ask.

[1/2]

>>43743139
I bet she want her basilisk back. So this means he will need to steal it from Rotta or she will want us to do something near impossible. So yes i think she will yes.

>>43743174
[2/2]

“No.” She brushes her hand away. “But I am aroused by the prospect of deconstructing your mythic immortality, Mister Cykgil. I will choose the field of battle. If you win, you may go free, and we will forgive you of your crimes. But we will not forget them. But if I win, well…” She smirks a little. “I won’t kill you.”

Your smile drops. “What?”

“I know your type.” She rubs her hands together. “You are the kind of man who would prefer death to having their pride and reputation tarnished. To be made… a slave.” She smirks, happily. “I hate slavers, Zygerrians especially. But perhaps I can make an exception for you, Mister Cykgil.” Her fingers run along the length of her shock whip as she smirks. “We will meet in the hangar tonight. You may have a meal, get yourself rested, and have free movement aboard the Vode An. Any attempt at sabotage will be dealt with harshly and cancel our agreement.”

“I didn’t agree-“

“I have agreed for you,” she responds. She moves back to her throne, and sits down upon it. “Unless you want me to make you my slave now?” You stare at her. “Good. You may leave.” The Furies behind you salute her, then escort you out of her throne room.

“Can’t wait to see you become a slave, Rhys,” says one of them. They giggle like schoolgirls as they walk away, gossiping. Word’s going to spread fast. Oh boy.

> Find the droids. Lev can help you… you think.
> Find Misri. Goodness knows what they’re doing to her!
> Your ships! Make sure they’re not cannibalizing them for parts!
> Other

>>43743198
>Your ships! Make sure they’re not cannibalizing them for parts!
must get ready to scram

>>43743198
>> Find the droids. Lev can help you… you think.

>>43743198
>> Your ships! Make sure they’re not cannibalizing them for parts!

>>43743198
>Other: Find Misri; who knows what gossip and lies the Furies are filling her head with
We must try to keep ahold of the tatters of our reputation.

>>43743198
>> Find the droids. Lev can help you… you think.
>Get R5 to fix your ship immediately.

We got a damage wing and some minor damages. if we are going to fight, we need to be at full power.

>>43743198
> Your ships! Make sure they’re not cannibalizing them for parts!
Then
> Find the droids. Lev can help you… you think.

>>43743198
> Your ships! Make sure they’re not cannibalizing them for parts!
True to their word, Misri is busy being pampered. She doesn't even want to leave.

>>43743297
Seconding this.

>>43743198
> Find the droids. Lev can help you… you think.

>>43743297
Thirding

>>43743198
>>43743297
This. Maybe reload the concussion missiles. we only have two for each tube and we wasted one volley attacking the Pelta class frigate.

> Find the droids. Lev can help you… you think.

-

-

You find the droids being tended to in one of the machine shops. R5 is currently being busily cleaned by Lima while Lev is standing in an oil bath. Lima looks over and finds you walking towards her. “Ah! Rhys! You aren’t dead!” Yeah, clearly. Before you can say anything, you’re immediately knocked over by Lima’s pet massiff. “Ah! Poke, down! Heel!” Lima quickly runs over, picking up the young pup into her arms. “Oooh, Poke, what did I say about charging random people! You’re going to get hurt!”

You stand up. “Lima, I need my droids.”

“But I’m still cleaning them.” She points over to Lev. “R5 has a lot of things stuck in his central hull. And Lev well…”

“Mistress. I require a polishing of my head, now,” he commands.

“Quiet,” says R5. “You’re going to ruin it for all of us.”

“I will ruin it for myself if it means ruining it for you, astromech.”

“I swear, you’re making me regret refusing the master’s decision to put a blaster in me.”

“What would you do with that, I happen to have something you don’t.” He clinches his fingers together. “It is called a hand. Is that too advanced for your systems.”

“Now boys, don’t argue,” says Lima. Lima kneels down, continuing to scrub R5’s body with a rag. “So mean…” She ties Poke to a leash wrapped to her wrist. Poke sits down on his butt, happily wagging his tail and panting, his tongue out. “Now, you can have your droids in just a little bit, I am almost done.”

[1/2]

>>43743725
[2/2]

“Listen, I do need to actually get my R-22 fixed,” you say. “Pl-“ You count. One droid, two droid. “… don’t I have a third droid?”

“Oh, the Vulture?” she asks. “We’re planning on fixing that one for you later. Such a cute little droid.” She gasps, then immediately stands up and walks over to you. “Oh, promise me you’ll let me ride it in its walker mode! I always wanted to ride a Vulture-droid!” She giggles happily, bouncing about. “Come on, come on, promise me!”

“Can I just have R5 at least?”

She sighs. “Fine. R5.” She pulls out a remote, then shuts off the restraining bolt on him. He rolls over to you, whirling his head around.

“Great,” says R5. “You do know though that she left a very sizable grease stain on my bottom, I just hope you know that.”

“By the way,” says Lima. “Uggla and Erma were searching your big ship, the Barloz.” They what?!

> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!
> Your ships can wait, find Misri.
> Other

>>43743745
> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

>>43743745
>> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

>>43743745
> Your ships can wait, find Misri.

Isn't all the information we're concerned about on the R5 unit? Because yeah in that case I don't care. Also it's funny in my head if they're expecting him to flip out if he just walks out with a small nod.

>>43743745
>> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

>>43743745
> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

>>43743745
> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

>>43743745
>> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

>>43743804
The data of the tresaure is in him yes. But is more so they aren't bugging our ship.

> “I mean, I thought you Mandalorians were all about giving a fair fight, letting skill and strength decide who will rule.”

Wait, doesn't that mean since she agreed to the test of arms that if we win we become Warmaster?

>>43743945
Be funny as hell if we brought that up in the fight. And when she complains we cheated chide her about maintaining focus during battle.

>>43743945
No because the prizes of victory are already in place. But in theory we could be assholes and make our right if we win. But i would rather run away in the middle of the duel. If we are really going to fight a space battle. Or we could be honorable and try to win.

>>43743987
New ship? New ship

>>43743987
Question is...can we win against a Mandalorian in a fair fight? Specialy since she will be the way we will battle? I sai for us run away at first chance.

>>43744028
>she will be choosing the way we will do battle

God i'm really hungry, i'm even eating letters.

>>43744028
we'll probably race since they have a lot of our shit, but that doesn't mean we won't try and find a way to cheat we'll we're doing the challenge of course.

>>43744028
It will most likely be a ship duel and from what we have seen all they have are old clone war stuff.

> Over your dead body! Back to the ships now!

“Right. Okay.” You grab R5 by the head and push him out the door. “I’m going to go. Nice to see you again, Lima. Love the Clan Rodarch flair by the way with Poke, shame the Asharls are extinct.” She happily waves goodbye as the two of you leave the machine shop. Poke barks at you, happily wagging his tail at you and trying to chase you. He is stopped only by Lima’s tugging of his leash.

“I still feel so dirty, sir. Why did we leave?” asks R5.

“Did she access your records?” you ask.

“No, sir. Is that the only reason you came for me?” he asks.

“Well, no… okay, a little. But I do need you to fix the R-22. In case of uh… duel,” you say. He silently glances at you, then continues forward. Fine, he understands what’s happening.

-

-

You step up the loading ramp into the cargo bay of your Barloz. A few Furies were already lazing about, gossiping and chatting with each other. “Hey, get off those crates! Those are concussion missiles!” you yell. They look down, then immediately bail out and go talk somewhere else. You look to see your Vulture Droid, Sparks, happily and excitedly chitter. He bounces up and down, letting Uggla pet him happily. “Uggla! Don’t pet my Vulture, he’s dangerous!”

“Awww, but he’s so cute!” Uggla hugs Sparks’ head unit, rubbing up against him and getting her face and her armor covered up in muck and grease. “Awwww! He’s so huggable!” She lets go and walks over to you. “I’m jealous, can I ride him!”

“No! Where’s Erma?” you ask.

“In your quarters.” Ugh. Uggla walks with you through the machine shop, thankfully not being looted or turned over by other girls, then into the forward half of the ship. You step into your Captain’s Quarters, to see Erma sit at your desk, kicking her legs up onto it.

“Erma! Get your legs off my desk!” you state.

[1/2]

>>43744338
[2/2]

“Why?” she asks you. “It’s not like your words have any meaning.”

Uggla whistles. “She’s got a point.” You glare at Uggla a little, who shrugs innocently.

“Listen, Erma,” you say. “I know that I hurt you very deeply. But everything in here is confidential, and mine.”

“Oh. Like this?” Erma holds up your holopad. The same holopad that has all the details of your treasure hunt. And everything else about you. You motion for her to give it back. “Listen, I’m well aware that Warmaster Vizsla intends to duel you for the sake of your pride and hers, but until then we have free reign over your ship and everything in it. And I’d like to know what’s in here.”

…

“Uggla, give us a minute,” you hiss. She immediately shuts the door, leaving you and Erma alone. “Look, I’m sorry. But business is business.” She rolls her eyes, continuing to fiddle around with it. You can’t just wrestle it away from her, she’s a Mandalorian after all. A young one at that, she’ll only grow in skill as she gets older. “Give me back my holopad.”

“Why? Do you have some big dark secret on here?” she asks. She narrows her eyes. “Now that I think about it. You never did tell me about your past Rhys.”

“You’re special, but not that special, Erma.” She rolls her eyes. “The holopad.”

“No,” she says loudly and clearly.

> Charisma: Flirt… hopefully it works.
> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.
> Skill: Take it. Or try to at least.

>>43744359
> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

Now for Rhys to utilize his most proficient aspect, the ability to get under peoples skin

>>43744359
> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

>>43744359
>s.
>> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

She is a mando so taking it by force won't work, and she knows how we flit.

>>43744359
>> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

>>43744359
> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

I would try to flirt to break her attetion and snatch it away. But intelligence worked last time so i will try it again.

>>43744359
> Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

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>>43744359
Well that is a bummer.

>>43744359
>Intelligence: Reverse psychology.

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Can some one please tell me way we didn't deleated this god dam holopad. Because you can only rhyme Rhys with risk.

> Intelligence: Reverse Psychology

“Fine. Keep it for all I care.” You sigh, turning to the door and walking away.

“Wait.” You stop. Got her. “You don’t want this anymore?”

“Well, it’s not like you’ll give it back to me. I can just get another holopad anyway,” you say simply. “And besides, if I tried to wrestle that from you, I’d probably lose out. It’s yours.” She squints, confused. Alright, the bait is set.

She walks over to you. “Stop right there.” She puts the holopad in your hands. Hook line and sinker. “You were so intent on getting this back and now you don’t want it?”

“Why. You still want it?” you ask, offering it back to her.

“No!” She slaps it away from her. Good, good. She crosses her arms. “Ugh, whatever. But you know, Rhys. I actually really do want to know.” You quirk your brow. “I mean, you and me were always so uh… connected before you stole our Basilisk. And yet you never opened up about your past, your childhood. You really going to keep that to yourself?”

You smirk a little. “And to the right person. Could be you one day.” She slaps you on the cheek.

“Enough flirting.” She opens the door and storms out past a confused Uggla. You stuff the holopad back into your jacket, shaking your head.

[1/2]

>>43744831
Rhys has at least two copies of the treasure data: on that holopad, and in R5. It's ALWAYS smart to maintain a separate backup. The problem is that the Mandalorians were allowed to ransack the ship and located the holopad. They just haven't unlocked it yet.

>>43744861
[2/2]

“Aaah!” You hear Misri walk up the boarding ramp, then go to meet her. True to their word, the Furies bathed her, fed her, and clothed in a nice set of black figuring hugging black shorts and a grey shirt, with knee high boots to match as well. Her eyewrappings remained however. “That was great! Haven’t had a bath like that ever! And they knew just where to scrub!”

Uggla nudges her, quirking her brow. “Well, girls know what girls like, hehe.” You gently push Uggla away.

“Did they hurt you?” you ask.

“Pfft, no. Why do you care?” asks Misri. She walks into the machine shop, and immediately proceeds to grab one of her mechanic worksuits and put it on over her clothes. “… what, I like wearing these.” She stares at you, something about her seems off.

“What did they say about me?” you ask.

She purses her lips, then turns around and immediately zips up the suit. “… nothing.”

> “Better have been nothing.”
> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”
> “Be honest. They hate me don’t they?”
> Other

>>43744876
>> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

>>43744876
>“Be honest. They hate me don’t they?”

>>43744876
"Whatever. Don't get to chummy. Good chance they'll try something after I've won."

>>43744876
>“Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

>>43744870
I know anon, i'm just frustated that is all.

>>43744876
>> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

>>43744876
> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

>>43744876
> Other
Whisper to her: "Whatever this isn't important right now. Misri can you look around the ship and see if they did anything funny with it? I managed to buy sometime but we need to be prepared to bail." trying to be secret about it.

>>43744876
>Be honest. They hate me don’t they?

>>43744876
> “Be honest. They hate me don’t they?”

>>43744876
> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

>>43744876
>“Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

>>43744876
>> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”
Gotta keep up that charming rogue act.

>>43744876
>“Be honest. They hate that they love me don’t they?”

Dickish, but still honest enough that we sound dangerously close to cracking our facade.

> “Be honest. They love me don’t they?”

“Actually…” Misri turns around, crossing her arms and giving you a sort of “I don’t believe anything you say for a second” look on her face. “They told me about how you seduced Erma, stole the House Vizsla Basilisk War Droid from them, sabotaged their ship, and basically humiliated Warmaster Vizsla who held a great amount of trust in you and now they kind of hate you for doing all that.” … oh. “On the bright side, they love me, they tell me I have a wife’s build.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Mando women love the wife’s build.” You shake your head, crossing your arms. “Listen, Misri. I might need your help for a little bit.” She nods, giving you her full attention. “I’ve got a duel coming up. If I win, I go free, you all leave with me, simple. But if I lose, they’ll take me as a slave.”

“Yikes.” Misri pulls on her big work gloves then her welding goggles as well. “So, what do you want me to do then? It’s not like they let blind people like me fight in duels.”

“No, no, I just need you to help R5 fix up my R-22,” you say. She nods, fair enough. “And once you’re done, you can back to fixing up the Vulture, and-“ Your communicator beeps. “What is it, R5?”

“The repairs are done as requested,” he says. Oh. Misri looks at you, a little disappointed at the lack of work. “Shall I retire?”

“Yeah, do so,” you say. “Okay, guess I don’t need you for that then uh…”

Misri places her hands on her hips, giving you a very coy look. “Look, I don’t claim to know you. But I definitely know your type. You want to sabotage the tractor beam, escape before the duel, right?”

> “That… is exactly what I want.”
> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”
> Other

>>43745480
> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”
Because if I welch now? Well you ever hear about a saar'lak? Yeah they'll do worse than feed me to one.

>>43745480
>“No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”
We should probably get her something a bit more subtle than welding goggles to wear.

>>43745480
>“No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”

>>43745480
>“No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”
they still have half my shit, I am however not going to look past anything that may give me an edge during said duel have any ideas?

>>43745480
> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”

Mandos are not very sporty loosers.

>>43745480
>> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”

>>43745480
"The thought crossed my mind, yeah. But I still don't know how feasible that would be. And my reputation as a pilot is on the line too, so... I don't know, honestly. I'll wing it as I see fit."

>>43745480
> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”
>Other: can you boost the performance on the R-22?
Winning gets the Furies off our back; I think that's a big enough payoff to try to win this.

>>43745480
>No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid
This is a golden opportunity to rid ourselves of a permanent enemy that's hunting us. If nothing else, we can mention where they were intending to sell us to and see if our intrepid crew is willing to steal us from them.

>>43745480
> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”

>>43745480
>>43745573
This. We got our engines tuned up. Maybe she has ideas for our targeting or sensors.

> “No, I want to escape AFTER the duel. I’m not stupid.”

Misri continues to stare at you, incredulous. “That sounds incredibly stupid.”

“I’m just saying, if you cross a Mandalorian, they will hold a grudge. It’s how they’ve found me even after nearly a year,” you say. “Here’s what we do though, we try and plan. If she wants a Starfighter duel, we try to fix what we can on the R-22. If she wants a straight one on one duel well…” You sigh. You actually hadn’t prepared for the possibility of her actually wanting to fight you man to girl-who-thinks-she’s-a-woman.

“Right, right, I see.” Misri scratches her chin, thinking on it. “Well, we don’t have parts or anything to really upgrade the R-22 er… physically. But I could probably do something with the targeting computer.”

You cross your arms. “I’ve never needed to use that thing.” She tilts her head. “What, I just… never needed it. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re telling me you go into Starfighter combat, and you don’t use the targeting computer?”

“Well, I let the cannons lock onto stuff, but the advanced stuff? Never used that even in the Academy. I mostly just relied on my gut feeling then.” You smirk a bit. “Hasn’t failed me yet.”

“Well, it just might.” She pokes your belly. “And tell your gut feeling that it’s not all powerful.”

Uggla comes into the room, having left the conversation a while ago. “Hey, Misri. Can I ride the Vulture-droid?” Misri shakes her head, sternly.

Misri goes back to you. “You know, when I joined up with you. I thought I’d get to be going on some grand adventure. Find my way out of the Coruscant undercity and get to see the galaxy. Well, not physically see it because…” She points at her non-functional eyes beneath the wrappings and the welding goggles. “… ya know. But, you know, you’re really shattering a lot of my fantasies right now, Rhys.”

You smirk, leaning in closer to her. “Well, there’s always one fantasy I can make reality.”

[1/2]

>>43746031
[2/2]

She glances away, curling her lips. “Yeah, I don’t need that one shattered either,” she says simply. “I’ll have a look at your R-22, see what I can do.” She starts walking away, a little sashay to her hips as she walks out of the machine shops.

Hmph.

-

-

You sit on the R-22, hand on the holster for your DC-17 pistol. A lot of girls from all over the ship were gathering around. The duel was set to commence very soon. Already you got a meal put in you and Misri. Lev and R5 as well came around to oversee the modifications. “Alright…” Misri pops up out of the cockpit. “I did some work and installed a little sensor jammer.”

“Oh?” You look back. “Awesome.”

“But.” She holds up a finger, unzipping her jumpsuit top and wrapping it around her waist again. “It only works for one minute pulses, after that there’s a pretty extensive cooldown. I don’t know how long, you’ll have to figure that one out.”

Lev asks her, “How were you able to build a sensor jammer with only spare parts?”

“It was a miracle I could build one at all,” she mutters. The four of you however turn to see Warmaster Vizsla walking up to you. She’s backed up by her honor guard, Erma, Uggla, and Lima. Lima holds her pet massiff by the leash. “Heads up.”

You jump off your R-22 and walk up to her. “Warmaster. You ready?”

She grins. “As I’ll ever be.” She slips her helmet on.

“Right, I’ll get my R-22 started,” you say. She grabs your sleeve before you can leave.

“What makes you think I’m choosing to fight on your turf?” Uh oh. “This is between you and me. No fighters, just us and our weapons.” You look her up and down, and not because she has a great rack and a great pair of legs either. Jetpack, jetpack mounted missile, wrist-mounted blaster, flamethrower, shockwhip, WESTAR-35 blaster pistol. And those are just the weapons you can see at first glance.

Smart.

> “Okay, we’ll do this your way.”
> “Hold on. I can’t say I agree to this.”
> Other

>>43746052
> “Okay, we’ll do this your way.”

>>43746052
> “Okay, we’ll do this your way.”

>>43746052
>> “Hold on. I can’t say I agree to this.”
>Get in the RE-22 and point the Laser Cannons at her.

"This is my weapon."

>>43746052

>>43746104
Oh absolutely. They give dirty looks in a force damned pilot not a mud puppy.

>>43746052
will the jammer fuck with her missiles? we could active it during the fight to fuck with her missile targeting system. We can have R5 turn it on or something if he can do it without anyone noticing.

>>43746052
>> “Okay, we’ll do this your way.”
>>43746104
this.

A Pilot's weapon is his fighter.

>>43746052
>" I mostly just relied on my gut feeling then.” You smirk a bit. “Hasn’t failed me yet.”

Damn force sensitives, think they're so good.

Anyway, call her out on her bullshit. That's goddamn unfair and everyone present knows it.

>>43746104
>>43746052
Second

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>>43746052
> Other
Smiles and bluff telling her you expected as much. By saying - I don't mind in being a gentleman, and give a little girl some advantage

>>43746259
THIS

How did our frieghter fit into an old republic hanger?

I mean our ship is huge and in the show they showed it can only house fighters and gunships.

>>43746455
We blow most of the figthers inside, by accident, so now they have space to fit it inside

>>43746052
>> “Okay, we’ll do this your way.”
Don't assume she'll be as easy to trick as Erma.

>>43746455
Isn't this some sort of Star Destroyer if so then they have been shown to be able to hold small freighters even in the movies

>>43746483
The sheer height of the machine shouldn't fit in the hanger of the star destroyer?

I mean we are big enough to house fighters in there

>>43746631
>small freighters

We are a medium size frieghter

> “Okay, we’ll do this your way.”

You point back to your ship. “I don’t suppose I could use my ship as my weapon?” Her hands go right on her hips, incredulous. “Just saying. I mean… a pilot’s weapon is his ship.” She snaps her fingers, and immediately gun turrets all over the hangar spring out and aim right at the R-22, with Misri, Lev, and R5 still on and around it. “… okay. I see your point. We’ll do it your way.”

She crosses her arms. “Smart.” She motions you to follow her. To your relief, the gun turrets fold back into the hangar walls and ceilings. “We’ll fight in the training room.” You nod, hooking your thumbs onto your belt. DL-44 on your left, DC-17 on your right. The BX droid vibrosword is hooked onto your back as well. “There will be plenty of room for us in there, and of course less potential for collateral damage.”

-

-

The Furies invested into modifying their mess hall into a sort of gladiatorial ring. It reminded you a bit of the dueling ring back on Taris. Historic little thing, still in use in fact. But with the rise of the Empire, you can kiss goodbye to deathmatches in it ever happening. Though they do back it up with droid brawling every now and again. Here though, this served as the training grounds for new women aboard the Vode An, training to be Furies. All the weightlifting equipment, all the treadmills, and the anti-grav equipment was removed for more room for you to fight. There were only four columns twice your height, spaced out around the arena to serve as cover. Girls all crowded around the top of the walls, protected by a deflector shield and the energy suppressor field.

[1/2]

>>43746778
[2/2]

“Right,” says Warmaster Vizsla. You look up to see Misri, Lev, and R5 looking down on you. “The suppressor field will keep you from dying. It won’t keep you from suffering. Everything else is fair game. First one to lose consciousness loses.”

You hold out arms. “If you had said that, I’d have brought my R-22 here.”

“Don’t try to change the rules. This is my turf and my rules. You’re in my world now.” She spreads out her legs, holding her hands above her holsters.

Uggla holds up a gong and a hammer. “Get ready!” You hunch over, ready to either burst into cover or quickdraw your blasters if necessary. She holds up three fingers. Counting down. “Three… two…!”

> Jump into cover
> Quickdraw
> Charge at her
> Other

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>>43746795
> Quickdraw

>>43746795
>Quickdraw
>Jump into cover

>>43746795
>> Quickdraw
> Jump into cover

>>43746795
> Other

Shoot before the count finish.

She did say everything was fair fight. We don't need to wait the enemy to stop for us to shoot really.

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>>43746795

> Quickdraw

>>43746795
>> Quickdraw

> Jump into cover

>>43746795
> Quickdraw

>>43746795
>> Quickdraw
This blaster is the best blaster.

>>43746795
Being spaced Indiana Jones is suffering we shall Quickdraw

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>>43746795
>Quickdraw

DO IT FOR SPARKS!

> Quickdraw

In a flash, your blasters are in your hands and pointed at her right when the gong is tolled. Apparently sensing your intent, she dodges out of the way with a burst of agility from her jetpack. You fire up at her, your DC-17 with the accuracy and your DL-44 with the power. You wish you could’ve brought your disruptor down here, if only the energy suppression fields allowed it. She continues to duck and weave away from your shots as you step into cover. Patiently, she pulls out her own blasters and start plinking away at your position.

“Come on, get him!” yells Erma to the Warmaster. Thanks, Erma.

“You can do it, Rhys!” shouts Misri. Lev and R5 simply wait. Glad to know your droids are backing you up.

You look up, and see her looking down on you. You dive out of the way from a barrage of blaster bolts then. With a dashing summersault you barrel right into another piece of cover. Right, this isn’t fair one bit. She has a jetpack and more weapons than you do.

But in all honesty, you probably wouldn’t have played fair if this were a Starfighter dogfight. Kudos to her for being smart you suppose. She drops down, pulling a pistol back into her holster and instead drawing her shockwhip. It flashes yellow as it bursts into action. Yeah, you do not want to get hit with that. She fires a shot, which knocks out some of the concrete forming your cover. And as reflex, she whips the cover, shattering more of it apart. Okay, this isn’t going to last. You jump out and quickly fire away. You’re not aiming to hit her, you’re aiming to get her into cover so you can get some place safe.

But as luck would have it, you caught her by surprise. You catch her shoulder. “Agh!” She remains standing, but you’ve silenced the crowd of Furies above you. She looks up, surprised, then back at you. You continue blasting away, strafing to the third piece of cover today. She jetpack boosts to the side, then leans over forward, pointing her missile at you. Uh oh.

[1/2]

>>43747381
[2/2]

You dive for the ground. The missile flies over and explodes off the wall, harmlessly. You try getting up quickly. But out of the corner of your eye, she’s closed the distance. She whacks you in the face with her pistol, sending you on your back. She cocks her whip arm back. But with a kick to her shin, you floor her. You roll over and push yourself up, bringing your blasters up. She rushes at you, jetpack speeding her arrival.

And the air is pushed right out of you as you get tackled right into the wall. Your vision gets doubled and blurry, your insides… well you can’t really feel them but afterwards you will. She looks you dead in the eye through her visor. “You got skill. If you were a girl, I’d make you one of mine.”

Out of desperation, you give her a headbutt. Sure, it sends her back, stunned. But it also further clouds your vision and probably just gave you a bit of brain damage. Still, desperate times call for desperate measures. She discards her spent up blaster pistol and raises her wrist-mounted flamethrower. With a beastly roar, flames get spouted at you. Only short use though, and you manage to hurry right away from her. She starts walking instead of running to you as you get behind cover.

You see what she’s doing. She’s playing with her food.

> Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.
> Rush at her. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
> Concede. You can’t win with all she’s got.
> Other

>>43747395
> Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.

taunt her, get her angry. she is more likely to make mistakes if she is angry

>>43747395
>> Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.

>>43747395
Do we have any spare grenades on us?

>>43747451
Nope.

>>43747395
> Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.

>>43747395
>Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.
We have to dismantle her arsenal. First order of business: that jetpack needs to go. If we can find a way to get around behind her (distracting shot, etc.) and shoot out the jetpack, then we'll be all the better off for it.

>>43747395
Play defensively but taunt as you do so, force her to rush foward.

>>43747395
> Other
Distract her by taunting her. - If you were older i might give you a chance with me. - wait for her to approach you then throw a rock or blaster at her trying to break her concentration ducking under her flamethrower arm, using you drawed the vidro sword to hit her jet pack, hopefully the jolt will be suficient to malfunction the thing and quive her a small shock.

>>43747395
> Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.

>>43747493
Use the vibro sword the eletrical discharge might be suficient but we will need ot get close to her.

>>43747395
>>43747493
This.

>>43747395
>Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.
Rope-a-dope is great if she's being this aggressive so early on

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>>43747395
we should quip about if she becomes one of ours then such things are by the by

QM quick question did the destruction from our cover granted us a bit of concrete dust? Because if it did, we must try to use tg's most secret technic, pocket concrete sand in the face. But then again she has a helmet...

>>43747695
We already have spare pocket sand anon, we're a rouge after all.

>>43747695
>pocket concrete sand
It WOULD give us something to throw at her while keeping our distance, we could even go for a rock if we need to escalate things without over-exerting ourselves.

>>43747717
isn't she wearing a helmet though might be ineffective?

>>43747781
Throw a rock then? Try to take off her helmet by using a bit of the broken concrete

>>43747781
I don't expect it to do any real damage, just that we may as well if we're already playing for time.
>>43747803
The rock is plan B in case she doesn't flinch.

>>43747781
>>43747803
>>43747812
>throw pocket sand
>does nothing
>She bursts out laughing
>hit by a rock before she's able to get the giggles under control
Love it

> Keep on the defensive. No need to do anything stupid.

“Come on, don’t keep me waiting!” you yell. “Come on!”

She rubs her arms, marching around the columns, trying to smoke you out. “I’m in no hurry. I’m the Warmaster of House Vizsla for a reason.” She certainly didn’t inherit the title through family. Ugh, why did you agree to this? She comes closer and closer to your column, ready to blast you out with a whip of her shockwhip. You crouch down, and slowly peek out one corner off of her side. You can get a shot off. You fire.

She squeaks as she’s shot in the thigh. “Ah! You little-“ She jumps up into the air and flies right over you. You quickly bring your blasters up. But then you hear the distinct bang noise of a grappling hook being fired. And before you can react, your hands are tied together by a cable. She speeds off, dragging you along the ground. Dust and the hard mat floor are not great things to be dragged against. You need to get your footing!

She pulls you closer to a column, probably intending to KO you in one go. You roll to the left, hooking the cable around. You roll to a crouch, then tug.

She yells as she flies right into the ground. Her jetpack snaps right off her book and goes flying into the overhead deflector shield, then falls uselessly to the ground. A groan escapes her as she tries to recover from the impact. You meanwhile still have your hands tied literally with this cable. You hurry to get it unraveled, but find that she’s already on her feet and rushing at you with her shockwhip. She whirls it around and cracks it against your chest. The jolt of electricity, combined with just getting hit by a whip, is like getting flogged back at the Academy. She cocks her arm back again for another slash. You suddenly realize she’s still connected to you by the cable. You quickly tug again, and this time pull her forward and onto her face.

[1/2]

>>43747928
[2/2]

She disconnects the cable from her wrist, but finds you running at her. Before she can react, you tackle her into a column. “Agh! You little…”

“Get him, Warmaster!” yells Erma desperately.

She tries to headbutt you this time, but you grab her helmet and throw it off. You punch her square on the jaw and floor her. You may not be as great a fighter or have her equipment, but you do have raw strength on your side. She crawls forward, rolling onto her back and looking up at you with the most furious eyes you have ever seen.

“You got her, Rhys!” cheers Misri. “Finish her off.”

You call on the last of your energy reserves in your blasters, hoping to put one in her chest and end it. But you forgot that her wrist also comes with a blaster. She fires a bolt right into your chest, blasting you backwards. Misri is silenced by the suddenness of it. She stands up, stumbling over to you. “Nice try,” Vizsla mutters. “But not good enough.”

You hold your chest, groaning as you drag yourself back. She aims her blaster squarely at your back. “Come on.” She kicks you in the chest. “Giving up now!? I thought you’re the mighty Rhys Cykgil. You are nothing more than a slave to the Empire. Guess you’ll adjust well serving me.”

You grab some concrete dust off the ground, hissing in pain. That blaster shot hurts, even with the suppression field. “Ha!” yells Vizsla. “See girls!” yells Vizsla to her Furies. “Look at him beg for mercy!” She turns to face you. You quickly shove the dust to her face.

[2/3]

>>43747957
[3/3]

And find it immediately drop before it gets there.

…

“Ahahaha!” She giggles wildly. “You thought that could-“ The rock that follows up hits her square on the nose. She squeals, holding her bloody nose as she kneels down in pain. “Oowwww!”

You stand up, holding your blaster wound and feeling a little bit of blood seep through. You pant heavily. “… do I win?”

“Ow…” She cries a little, sniffling a bit.

“Hey, come on, don’t cry.”

“You threw a rock at me!” she screams. “It hurts! Of course I’m going to cry!”

> “I guess I win then.”
> Comfort her. This must be extremely emasculating.
> “And you call me a wimp.”
> Other

>>43747973
>> “I guess I win then.”

>>43747973
Fucking shoot her, until shes KO'd.

>>43747973
"And you shot me."

>>43747973
>Shoot her wrist blasters
>Ask her again about her yielding.

Do not give her comfort until she says it.

>>43747973
>> Comfort her. This must be extremely emasculating.
"You shot me, we're even now eh?"

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>>43747973
> “I guess I win then.”
> “And you call me a wimp.”

>>43747973
>“I guess I win then.”
but put your hand on the sword dammit the fight is not over by the rules yet

>>43747973
>“And you call me a wimp.”

>>43747973
> “I guess I win then.”
You think that thing from earlier about the strongest ruling means we have a new Venator?

>>43747999
>>43748026
>>43748027
>>43748032
>Comfort her after she says she yields and disarms guys. It could be a trick.

>>43747973
>Other
KO the bitch it's a trap

>>43748013
> Comfort her. This must be extremely emasculating.

Let's try not be a complete ass she is still a teenager.

>>43748056
But she didn't say it though. They have said knockout or when she yields. She didn't say it.

Changing my vote form here >>43748068 to this one: >>43748066 she really didn't give up yet...

>>43748068
She is the leader of the Mandorions of this ship, she shot and whipped us.

and we are being a complete ass?

What are you on?

>>43747973
>
>>43748020
This.

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>other

its a fucking trap, she turned on the moe. RKO that Mando

>>43748057
No fucking comforting.

>>43748098
She may be the leader of a clan of Mandalorian raiders, but the fact remains we just slugged a 16-year-old girl in the mouth and beaned her with a rock to the face.

She's still a Mandalorian, though, so we're not taking any chances. Knock her out.

>>43748138
Then let's knock her out then.

Changing my vote from >>43748124

to >>43748128
If anything we can say since she is the leader we can say we thought not to underestimate her.

>>43747973
>Other
Grab our blaster from where it fell, there should still be a shot left in it.
The fight's not over until one person is down or yields, and no one's yielded yet.

>>43747973
>Take out her other weapons, knock her the fuck out.

>>43748165
Don't turn our back on her. We still have our sword.

>>43748098
Dude it's a trap. She turned the moe besides if she will be the future leader she needs to know that other people won't stop. And since she's a mandolorian it's obvious she is trying to put our guard down you are the one underestimating her. She's a mandolorian a warrior and a woman in these exatc order.

>>43748138
>>43748197
>You just beat the fuck out of a girl!
>A *Mandalorian* girl.
>Oh. Never mind, then.

>>43748197
I agree, what I'm saying is why are we comforting her now? When she hasn't yield yet.

>>43747973
>>43748020
We haven't won until she says we won
>blaster shot

>>43748225
Oh sorry but thank i almost fell for it. Dam this girl is good. For a second i forgot she is the commander of mandolorian pirates.

>>43747973
Feign like we're going to comfort her, then shoot her.
Twice.

>>43748412
Why shoot we only need to knock her out. You guys are too violent.

>>43748412
In the face right?

>>43748452
No, I was thinking in the chest or stomach or something.
Less chance she'd dodge.

>>43748448
>>43748469
Command her to concede
she holds out for even an instant?
Throw more rocks.

> Other

You nod. “Yeah. Listen.” You grab your DL-44 blaster off the ground. “If you think that hurts. Wait until you feel this. You’ll see where I’m coming from.” You blast her straight in the chest, knocking her onto her back and leaving a roasting hole on her armor. She’s knocked out cold by the shot. “Really hurts,” you say to no one. The entire training hall is silent, save for Misri’s excited cheering and Lev’s clapping.

“Whoo! You got her!” screams Misri. “Nice one!”

You sigh, leaning over and groaning in pain. Okay, now you’re starting to feel it. Really hurts. You think you might’ve fractured something. And that blaster shot didn’t help either. Good thing they have a medbay here.

-

-

After a quick splash-and-dash in the bacta tanks and a conference with the medical droid, your wounds were mostly healed up for now. But the droid did tell you not to “overexert” yourself for a few days. Fine, fair enough. You’ll spend those days in hyperspace anyway. Anyway, you have just got your freedom from the Furies. Erma, Lima, and Uggla stare at you, one with pure fury and others with admiration, as you lift your R-22 back into your Barloz. Misri walks over, punching you in the back in celebration. “Ha!”

You yelp in pain. “Agh! Misri!”

“You beat a Mandalorian in single combat! Even I can’t do that!” She laughs happily. “You’re good, Rhys! Maybe you’re more than just smart talk and loudmouthing.” She points her thumb back up to the ship. “Anyway, ship’s about ready to go. Ready to leave on your word.”

“Alright,” you say. You walk with Misri up the boarding ramp. Then you hear a crack, and suddenly you’re wrapped in a deactivated shockwhip’s grasp. Uh oh. You’re turned around to face Warmaster Vizsla, who now has a bit of a scar on her nose from that rock of yours. “Oh… hi.”

“Going somewhere?” she asks.

[1/2]

>>43748516
[2/3]

“Well, I just figure, since I won. I could leave.” You smirk a bit, crossing your arms. “Unless me winning means I get your ship and your crew entirely. What’s the saying? Only the strongest shall rule?”

“We made the deal. You win, you get to leave unmolested and we leave you alone.” She looks you up and down, still grasping you by the whip. “I don’t know what is with you and this arrogance of yours that you display, but it must have rubbed off on me during that match. I had you dead to rights, and yet I faltered. And for that, you beat me.”

You smile. “Takes a big girl to admit her mistakes.”

She blushes a little, glancing away. “Regardless. Your reputation with the Daughters of Mandalore, the Furies, is now clear. We will not forget what you did, but we will forgive it. As promised.” She looks back at Erma, who simply glares at you. “And if you are much more receptive to working with us instead of the Empire… we may have more for you than they can offer.”

You look up and down Vizsla’s body, then look over at Erma as well. “… I can already see that,” you mutter.

She unravels the whip, then gently pushes you away. “Go.” You nod, then turn around and walk back to a waiting Misri. Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in the whip again. You’re dragged back to Warmaster Vizsla. “By the way. I AM old enough for you, Mister Cykgil.” She unravels her whip again, then kicks you back to your ship much harder this time. “Now get out of here. If you cross us again, rest assured you will not live to do it a third time.”

You smirk, shaking your head. You look back at Erma. She drags her finger across her neck as she stares at you, obviously signaling her intent. But as for Uggla and Lima, they wave goodbye at you. Lima in particular holds up her pet massiff Poke, and gently wiggles his paw so it looks like he’s waving too. Cute.

>>43748537
[3/3]

As the boarding ramp closes up behind you, Misri is waiting for you. “What is it with you and women?”

“Hey, Mandalorian women like men of danger,” you say simply. It’s true. It’s how you met Erma after all.

Lev walks up to you. “Sir. We are ready for your next destination.”

> Cadma Prime, back to the Centrality.
> Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.
> Other

>>43748555
>Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.
We should get them so that we can get at the last Clone trooper with a group, and then go to the treasure.

>>43748555
> Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.

>>43748555
>> Other

Set a heading for Raxus Prime or any of the other junk worlds. Let's see about slapping some upgrades onto our freighter and our fighters!

>>43748555
> Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.
And look into >>43748581 while we're in transit. See if we can find somewhere, legit or not, to start tricking out our Barloz.

>>43748555
>> Other
Random jump point. We are going to scout this ship inside and out looking for anything that they planted.

>>43748555
> Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.

>>43748555
>Wait let Uggla ride the Vulture droid before we go.


> Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.

>>43748537
>We will not forget what you did, but we will forgive it. As promised.
All's well that ends well
>dear diary, today I shot a little girl as she plead for mercy
>it was AWESOME

>>43748581
>> Other
I vote for this. With Kuvasz and Vikker there it will still be some time before we need to find the trooper. And if someone if after the rest of the data he will need to come after us anyway. We only need one more piece and they most likely found the main one. Upgrading Sparks and the rest of the ship comes in first for me.

>>43748555
Changing my vote from this.

>>43748638

to>>43748581

>>43748603
Oh yeah this too. Because i'm 100% certain we are bugged.

>>43748555
>Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.
let's get the hell out of here

>>43748555
>Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.

>>43748581
We already bit into the lion's share of our funds with that last tune-up on Manaan, and we've yet to get our payout from dealing with Fili's Busters. The upgrades can wait.

>>43748555
>>43748603
>>43748581
This.

I want to get parts for the Vulture droid.

>>43748700
and we made it back by destroying Fili's Busters.

an we did, Lev calculates how much we make and it gets automatically transferred into our account.

>>43748708
Misri said the Mandalorians already helped with the lion's share of the repairs for the Vulture, and any other parts and work she needs she'll deal with out-of-pocket and on her own time.

>>43748745
Where did she say that?

Besides we need to improve and customize our freighter.

>>43748776
She said it while we were loading the droid onto the ship; she'll handle all the repairs herself and won't cut directly into Rhys's funds. She has her own means to scavenge parts.

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>Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in the whip again. You’re dragged back to Warmaster Vizsla. “By the way. I AM old enough for you, Mister Cykgil.


pic related.

>>43748796
No i meant the part about repairing the vlture.

and I also want to see if she can improve the freighter. Maybe find another semi-in tact starfighter for her too.

Star Wars Smuggler Quest: Cute Mandalorians doing Cute Things

>>43748796
Okay valid the droid don't need a upgrade. But our ship still need it. She can't scavage parts in space anon. That's why in Rexus she can grab some parts in the junk and we get some free upgrades. Maybe even check out if we are being followed.

>>43748854
The droid does need a upgrade though. We have a list of needs for it to work anyway.

I kind of want a broken starfighter too.

> Smuggler’s Haven, to meet with Vikker and Kuvasz.
> Other

You sit down in the pilot’s seat, and let Lev take the navigator’s spot. “Plot a course at these coordinates,” you state. You state off a set of coordinates from memory. Rule #2 of Smuggler’s Haven, do not put the coordinates of its stops down anywhere physically. Memorize it well. Lev nods, tuning it into the hyperspace computer. “And if we pass by Raxus Prime or any junk during our travels, let us take a stop by see if we can harvest anything useful.”

“Yes, sir.”

Misri hangs out at the door to the cockpit. “Where are we going now, Rhys?”

“Well, time permitting, we may stop by and poach some parts off of scavvers on Raxus,” you say. “But right now, we’re heading for Smuggler’s Haven.” She grins, happy to finally get to see the place with her own eyes. “We’re going to meet Vikker and Kuvasz there and hopefully we’ll grab the last bit of information we need before we move on the big score.”

“Right. Well, if you need me.” She points her thumb back. “I’ll be in the shop.” You nod, and watch as she walks away with that swagger to her hips.

Lev gains your attention again. “Sir. Calculations plotted,” he says.

“Good, good.” You grab the stick and power up the hyperdrive. Your Barloz takes off out of the Vode An’s hangar bay, and out into deep space. “Punch it, Lev.” The stars bend and stretch as you blast off into hyperspace.

>>43748878
We do have a spare place for one more figther maybe we can even find other usefull droids.

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>>43748926
How'd I drop my trip again?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDwl-31afEc

That's it for tonight's episode of Star Wars: Fortune Hunter. Glad you could join me. RIP Whiskey. Tomorrow will be an episode of Tonk Witches, and Sunday will be something or other, maybe this again.

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>>43748955
Bye bye Schteel thank for running.

>>43748943
We have space for more then a few actually, considering how big our cargo is.

>>43748955
RIP indeed.

>>43748955
BTW German is the Vulture droid fully operational? Did they give us any parting gifts or parts for it?

Also did any rankings change?

>>43748955
Night GS

>>43749023
Not your personal army

>>43749027
1. Partially. Misri had some time to restore functionality to the blaster cannons which means they can now fire without risk of exploding. Thrusters and lift systems are also receiving some work too.

2. Every Fury that boarded the ship, even Erma off screen, donated a piece of scrap or some paint for it to be restored. It's not much, but it's certainly a start. The only condition is that Sparks come back with the walker mode and let them ride her.

3. You are now Neutral with the Furies.

>>43749075
Maybe for the right price we would be.

>>43749077
http://pastebin.com/2H8PSrxn

Is everything in order on this?

>>43749077
question Schteel can we upgrade our R5 ? think is time for the little guy have at least a teaser to defend himself

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>>43749124
1. Misri not Mirsi.

>>43749128
R5 can be modified as you see fit.

> Pic related.

>>43749128
http://pastebin.com/YD0QA62f

Sorry, I thought i fixed that.

>>43749197
Keep dropping my trip, sorry.

>>43749162
So how many ships can we house in our Freighter.

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>>43749208
Looking at the layout of the Barloz, you could in theory fit six A-Wings into the back. it all depends on which starfighters you acquire though.

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>>43749250

>six A-wings

As fun as that sounds, I think we should consider going for Y-Wings. Workhorse fighter, powerful shields and heavy armor, lots of utility. Maybe two or a B-Wing if we can find one.

>>43749250
Only 6? Huh, I thought we could fit in more. Well I guess you are right about waiting to see what Starfighters we scavenge.

Besides gifts for the vulture droid, did the Furies leave anything for the rest of our crew or us?

>>43749250
And how much other crap we put in the hold I imagine, though its spacious enough that shouldn't be a common issue. How well outfitted is our shop by the way, does Misri have everything she needs to make mods/repairs? Any fabrication capability? Is that something we could buy in the future? And can we have a vote on ship name at some point next thread. Whiskey Richard was my favorite, and seems more appropriate now that Whiskey is kill.

>>43749296
Their also kind of bulky though. not sure if want

>>43749296
Y-Wings are huge, though.

>>43749337
I kinda agree imo we're all about the quick.

So is Rhys confirmed for latently force sensitive?

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>>43749300
Well, Rhys did get quite a few love letters from some starstruck Furies, as did Misri too, and one for Lev for whatever reason. Erma especially probably left some gifts that Rhys bought for her on Rhys' bedside while he was packing up to leave. Along with a letter stating that she's hoping he'll return and make things up to her.

>>43749327
The Machine Shop in the Barloz was actually surprisingly well-equipped from Day One, you just never really had a use for it. Misri can more or less do what she needs without the need to upgrade it.

>>43749296
B-WINGS

>>43749362
For now, it's just gut feeling. Though Darth Vader's planned visit to the Academy wasn't just to show off to the cadets.

>>43749361
If anything we can install heavier armament on our freighter.

>>43749365
I'm surprised the furies didn't try to take R5 again.

>>43749389
I was thinking something on the line of reinforcing the defenses of the freighter in some way, making it more of a static hq/repair base for long fights and having our fighters do the heavy shooting. Maybe it's retarded but Iunno.

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>>43749384

Goddammit, is Darth doing that whole "training an apprentice behind Sheev's back" thing right now? Or is he just recruiting Inquisitors?

>>43749421
WHile we have plenty of space for now, things like Y or B wings might be over doing it unless we get a bigger ship i think.

I think at best, we might get interceptors or regular all round fighters like the X-wing.

>>43749437
Inquisitors. Rhys is good, but he's not good enough to be a Sith Apprentice.

>>43749384
so how much of a bullet did we dodge there?

>>43749452
Yeah, that's sensible.

>>43749389

Which is why it was suggested to head toward a junk planet. We could pull off some heavier armor off a junked Republic cruiser, a military-grade patrol craft shield generator with a power supply and engine to go along with, and some heavier laser cannon turrets to bolt onto our freighter, and maybe a jerry rig a proton torpedo tube.

>>43749468
Well you were expelled a couple of days before Vader arrived, so a bit of a bullet. Lotte at least comforted you with the fact that to no one's surprise Vader vaped everybody.

>>43749495
I wonder if we look any different to Misri...

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>>43749454

Maybe not right now.

But with training...

>>43749495
Vaped? Who and why?

>>43749515
Misri told you at some point that to her, everybody in her vision sort of glows. She's relatively unaware of the significance of her unique ability however.

>>43749541
Vaped in the simulators. Russ Qel-Dorn in particular was vaped a record twenty times in the simulations against Vader. Lotte at least was only vaped once, but that's only because she realized she wasn't going to win against Vader.

Though, once Vader found out you were long gone, he had a stern talking with Hrakert and the Flight Instructor that expelled you on the spot, which resulted in Hrakert's early retirement and the Flight Instructor's mysterious death falling out of the Flight School's main hangar into space.

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>>43749570
>Rhys indirectly ended a man's career and killed another man because he talked shit about TIEs

>>43749614
Hey, not the worst thing he's done.

>>43749626
Let me guess Vader either knew we had talent as a pilot and was pissed to lose us over us actually thinking, or figured we were sensitive to the force and was even more pissed over their stupidity?

>>43749570
So does Vader share the same sentiment as we do regarding the TIE fighter.

Also does that mean that the rebels have a tech advantage in terms of star fighters since they still only use the regular tie fighters while the main rebel force uses x a and b wings?

>>43749626
What is the worse thing he had done?

>>43749644
X-Wings are ultimately more well-rounded than TIEs, so the Rebels have always had a minor leg-up.

>>43749570
Glad those retarded TIEaboos got fucked. Vader a bro.

>>43749642
Think of it like this. If Rhys wasn't Force Sensitive, then Vader got screwed out of a potential TIE Fighter Ace for his personal squadron aboard the upcoming Death Star. If he was, he got screwed out of an Inquisitor to hunt down the remaining Jedi. Both would monumentally piss him off.

>>43749644
Well, Vader's personal TIE Fighter does have shielding and a hyperdrive along with missile launchers so, probably.

And yes, it does mean the Rebels have a tech advantage. A significant one. One that will allow me to break canon a little to introduce the Oppressor, Interceptor, Avenger as prototypes and perhaps even the Defender in the future.

>>43749691
Vader likes guys who think. It's why he let that one guy in ANH shittalk his decision to attack the Tantive IV or let Tarkin boss him around.

>>43749654
He'd rather not talk about it but it does have to do with his hatred of Clones, apart from the fact that one was a bit of a dick to him in Flight School.

>>43749682
Yeah but in Rebels they hadn't been developed yet.

All they have are A-wings,

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>>43749642

I bet Vader was gonna try to induct us into that shady Force-sensitive ace group like the ace in the Tie fighter video game.

>>43749731
so what does the empire have to say to us becoming a private contractor for them? Also if the rebels didn't want us to join the empire why did they never a recruiter after Rhys?

>>43749731
I thought they will introduce the intercepter anyway? Along with the bomber?

I thought that was always a thing?

>>43749807
The rebels is probably because they didnt have intel on him or they did and did not trust his imperial background. I dont think the rebels are retarded enough to not exchange money for an ace pilot.

>>43749807
The Empire generally doesn't like to mention hiring private contractors like privateers or bounty hunters in the first place. They'll take care of you like a Dad that loves you but isn't proud of you.

As for the Rebels not sending a recruiter after Rhys, they did. Rhys turned him down for various reasons, mostly because Rhys isn't a big fan of restoring the Republic, and at the time he certainly didn't want to find himself having to shoot up his fellow flight cadets like Lotte.

>>43749809
The Interceptor is still undergoing testing trials and almost ready for mass production. The Bomber is already standard issue.

>>43749731
>Tarkin
Read the book about him. That guy was a badass. All his family members were. The living ones i mean.

>>43749857
Why isn't he interested in restoring the Republic?

So if the intercepter is about to be ready then shouldn't they be caught up already?

Also How serious do the empire consider the rebels a threat?

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>>43749857
>They'll take care of you like a Dad that loves you but isn't proud of you.

So just like all of TG's real dads?

>>43749900
Because the republic was fucking corrupted? Be honest Sheev's end up doing the galaxy a favor putting all the scum under his wings it's easier to eliminate then. And even after it the rebels are still doing a poor job.

>>43749857
Is the bomber too big for our little ship? Because i will tell you a bomber would be pretty cool on my book.

>>43749900
1. Rhys was a kid during the Clone Wars. It was tough times and he mostly only remembers the Republic as a horrific influence.

2. Just because they have a new fighter about to be ready doesn't mean they're fully caught up. The Interceptor STILL doesn't have shields, life support, or any secondary weapon systems. It's faster though and possesses a lot more laser firepower.

3. This is around the time of ANH, just two years BBY, so they are still a serious threat with the Rebels continuously gaining more and more support in the Imperial senate.

>>43749952
I need to find precise figures on the height, but lengthwise it'll at least fit.

>>43749967
http://deckplans.00sf.com/CEC/Barloz/Barloz.html

I got something along those lines. Still want to convert the cargo bay into a minor carrier.

>>43750008
Could probably fit then.

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>>43749967
Length = 7.8 meters

>>43749952
>http://deckplans.00sf.com/CEC/Barloz/Barloz.html
True but I rather get a Y-bomber then that thing, it's a little bulkier but more survivable then the TIE-bomber

>>43750100
Whatever the hive-mind of anons decide for me is fine.

>>43750008
Considering how few fighters are stored in a ImpStar Deuce you could probably make some very effective dedicated carriers out of significantly smaller craft.

>>43750137
Probably depends on what we run across, price and condition wise. In any case schteel has given us some cool and balanced toys so far, and taken anon input well, so I'm sure it will be good. If we do get a tie bomber though (not my fist choice for reasons) we are painting it some badass colours/designs. Grey is boring and too easy to confuse for some other scrub. Another comment, while a bomber or other type of craft is cool whatever craft we look at i hope there's an obscure option, not just ties and insert letter wings. Anyways awesome thread. Oh and after getting shot so much Rhys should get some armor. I'm sure the thoughts crossed his mind before but hopefully that laser bolt was the last bit of motivation to see it through hahaha! Oh and retracting boot knife, because there's kicking a person where it hurts and then there's Oh God how could you do that to another human being.

>>43750242
Thing is we have to also expand the crew, at most we can launch 6 pilots (or less if we launch a heavy fighter or bomber) while the droids pilot the freighter.

we still have those two speeder bikes right? wonder how much it would cost to upgrade those.

>>43750308
What if we took one apart and gave the other bike double engines?

>>43750308
Misri's is already pretty awesome, and she could probably give the other one a tune-up and performance boost. Not sure we'd want to upgrade that clone wars relic if we don't use it much/replace it later. Also Misri's sidecar can only take three kg of cargo so our ass is too fat (just pulling your chain pastebin anon, you're doing a fine job).

>>43750283
I don't think we should fill our hold completely up with fighters. A speeder or APC for ground work would be a good idea, and the more we have out, the harder it is to get them back in if there's a rush.

But we should absolutely get something massively overpowered on the freighter. And because I'm a fag I'm going to suggest someone like a single cannon from a ISD Ion Cannon battery as a spinal gun.

>>43750352
Depends on how many hard part we have on the Freighter.

>>43750349
we could always put guns on the relic since it was originally a war machine anyways. We might not be able to make it the fastest thing around but we could make it mean

>>43750392
I will MAKE it fit!

>>43748822
As a glasses-wearer this gif triggers me every time.

>>43749437
That scene is intriguing, because she's started going dark side there and thinks that somehow makes her able to take on someone who has gotten to the point of being one of the best duelists in Jedi history.

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What was the colour scheme for our R22?

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>>43750722
> The R-22 is painted a very deep red, with white and black highlights

Something like pic related.

>>43750844
noice

>>43750352
I'd rather convert those two escape pods into a chaff shooter and a torpedo bay. The ship probably doesn't have the necessary energy generation to fire anything extreme in any reasonable rate of fire. Torpedoes and anti-anti-missile chaff on the other hand are practically energy free and carry as much firepower even if the ammunition is limited.

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>>43750722
This, become anyone who sees it can't destroy something so kawaii.