>>912827
Awww yeah, jedi knight quest.

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>>912827
Wow. That’s a lot of sharks. The biggest clump of them sits around a fire, numbering maybe 8. The hastily set up tents around the fire have at least 3 more that you can see from the tent openings but you have no idea how many are actually in there.

You briefly ponder if calling them sharks is racist before one of the bigger Flesh Raiders throws the dead corpse of an unknown Twi'lek woman into the fire while the others give a small chuckle as if he just said a funny joke. You decide you can ponder that once they’re dead.

What will you do?

> Reach out with the Force at try to sense how many Flesh Raiders are here and where they are (3d10)
> Try to make your way inside the biggest tent and set your explosive there.
> Try to make your way close to the fire and throw your explosive in the midst of the crowd
> Set your explosive between two tents.
> Write-in

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Sorry, my computer is being stupid. Updates might take a bit if this keeps up.

>>912886
> Try to make your way close to the fire and throw your explosive in the midst of the crowd
It is God's job to lay judgement upon the subhuman, it is our job to send them to him.

>>912886
>> Reach out with the Force at try to sense how many Flesh Raiders are here and where they are (3d10)

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Okay I seem to have gotten everything worked out, god.

>>912886
> Reach out with the Force at try to sense how many Flesh Raiders are here and where they are (3d10

>>912915
This

>>912886
>Reach out with the Force at try to sense how many Flesh Raiders are here and where they are (3d10)

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>>912907
>>912915
>>912919
>>912917
As you’re looking for the spot that will do the most damage, you realize you have no idea what you’re actually up against. You pull your head back into cover and sit cross-legged as you close your eyes and prepare to attempt to see your enemy through the Force.

>Roll 3d10, DC 5

Rolled 7, 7, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>912952

Rolled 1, 5, 9 = 15 (3d10)

>>912952

Rolled 5, 2, 6 = 13 (3d10)

>>912952

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Oh and it's best of 3, my bad. I forgot to add that.
>>912956
>>912958
>>912964
Whelp, writing.

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>>912964
>>912958
>>912956
>Success

Your mind’s eye moves from yourself to the outside jungle, viewing the canopy of green leaves that still exude life even through the dark night. You move through the Flesh Raiders, feeling their anger, their resolution in its simplicity. This is their land and you are invaders. They kill invaders until no more invaders left.

You missed one by the fire. It seems there are nine. You scan the tents and find six more, although four of them are asleep right now. The three Flesh Raiders in the largest tent snore voraciously between deep growls as the lay on top of each other in some sort of pile while they rest. It seems that would be the easiest target. The other three are spread between the five smaller tents set in a semi-circle around the large one.

What will you do?

> Find Jac. Tell him to put his mine in the large tent
> Set your mine in the large tent
> Set it between two small tents
> Throw your mine into the crowd around the fire. It probably won’t get all of them, but that’s your best bet for maximum casualities.
> Write-in

I’ll give DC bonuses to smart write-ins just so you guys know.

>>912997
Use the force to place our mine in the big tent

>>912997
> Find Jac. Tell him to put his mine in the large tent
Obviously wait till he is done and
> Throw your mine into the crowd around the fire. It probably won’t get all of them, but that’s your best bet for maximum casualities.

>>913017
This.

>>913021
This. If we doe something coordinated, we can stop most of the fight before it even begins.

If we lump Master Retsma in with our plan, we could make this entire fight not happen at all.

>>913058
Retsma didn't take a mine actually. Eri'Ta only had 4 on her and he wanted to see how the Initiates would do.

He'll step in if you ask him to or if you fuck up.

>>913021

Sounds good to me

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Oh and it seems we have a tie. next reply to this post of the two options above wins.

>>913086
Coordinate with Jac.

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Rolled 2, 1, 3 = 6 (3d10)

>>913082
>>913086
Up, wait. Never mind. You broke the tie before I could call it. Ignore me

Ignore me.

Writing

Rolled 8, 9, 10 = 27 (3d10)

>>913093
Oh shit.

>>913104

OH SHIT, I hope those are in our favor

>>913104
Pleas let that be us.. Bumly.....

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>>913116
inb4

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>>913021
>>913058
>>913082
Luckily, while you were locating all the Flesh Raiders, you happen to find Jac, kneeling in between two unoccupied tents where he is about to set his bomb. You quickly crawl over vines and roots and push aside branches as quickly and quietly as you can to get to him. You put a hand on his shoulder and he jumps slightly but you quickly put a finger to his mouth.

You point to the biggest tent and motion for him to go in it. He seems scared, but understanding. You quickly whisper, “They’re all asleep in there,” which seems to calm him down.

Now you slowly make your way to a good distance away from where the explosions will happen. You spot Ria standing on the opposite side of the fire and the two of you make eye-contact. It seems like you have the same idea.

It’s at this point that Nazz falls out of a tree onto a Flesh Raider.

“Hiya!” she gets up quickly and actually waves at the Flesh Raiders and even helps up the one she fell on.

There’s an odd moment of silence and stillness among the Flesh Raiders as they genuinely seem taken aback by this turn of events. Finally, the biggest yells, “Gruba!” and the others let out gutteral roars that send chills down your spine.

“Nazz!” Ria yells from her hiding place, “Get out of there!”

She throws the mine directly into the crowd of Flesh Raiders, causing them to pause in confusion. Nazz throws her bomb next between two tents you know are empty and begins to run. Seeing that she’s clear of the explosion, you throw your own mine at the Flesh Raider crowd as they begin to give chase to Nazz

> Roll 3d10, best of 3, DC6

Rolled 4, 5, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>913168

Rolled 7, 7, 9 = 23 (3d10)

>>913168

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Rolled 1, 7, 4 = 12 (3d10)

>>913168
AND THEN NAZZ DIED

>>913189
Bless you, Anon.

>>913189

GRAND. MASTER.

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>>913189
WELL

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>>913189
>Critical Success

You throw your mine into the crowd, hoping to prevent Nazz being chased. You and Ria yell out, “Now!” in unison as you place your hands over your ears. The explosion is slightly more muted than you anticipated, but its effects are far from that.

You look up to see what little remains of the Flesh Raiders, quickly turning your eyes in disgust from the sight. You see the larger tent is destroyed as well and even one of the smaller occupied tents manage to get caught in the explosion.

Your worries turn initially to Nazz but she runs out from her hiding place and activates her practice saber.

“Okay, no more getting saved! Any of you Flesh Raiders left want me to help prove I’m not a damsel in distress?” she says as two remaining Flesh Raiders emerge from their respective tents, yelling their guttural battle cries despite the fear evident in their eyes at their comrades’ sudden demise.

Ria joins Nazz, activating practice sabers of her own. “From my point of view, you do seem rather distressed,” she comments with a slightly teasing tone.

Nazz sticks her tongue out at Ria as the two Flesh Raiders approach them.

What will you do?

> Let Ria and Nazz fight the two remaining Flesh Raiders.
> Ria, back off! Nazz has got this
> Kill you some land sharks
> Activate your practice saber and get behind them. Only back them up if it seems like they need it.
> Write-in

>>913279
>> Kill you some land sharks

>>913288
This.

>>913279
> Activate your practice saber and get behind them. Only back them up if it seems like they need it.
Ria's in the advanced lightsaber class. If Nazz doesn't have this under control, Ria does.

If Ria doesn't have this under control, fucking none of us do.

>>913279
>Activate your practice saber and get behind them. Only back them up if it seems like they need it.

>>913279
>want me to help prove

That should say "want to help me prove"

Fucking grammar, how does it work?

>>913279
>Activate your practice saber and get behind them. Only back them up if it seems like they need it.

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riggidy riggidy writing

Rolled 10, 4, 1, 3, 2, 8 = 28 (6d10)

First three numbers are one character and next three numbers are another character.

>>913358
......yuck

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>>913303
>>913306
>>913318
You activate one side of your practice saberstaff and stand at the ready only to see that Nazz has already clobbered the Flesh Raider that advanced on her. Its face is scorched from her practice saber and it crumples like day-old grilled gizka. She turns around to reveal that it gave her a black eye before she took it down, though.

“Who’s the damsel now?” she remarks to Ria who is still engaged with the Flesh Raider.

Ria seems very impressed as she engages with a Flesh Raider, easily countering its every attack and whittling it down, blow by blow, until it collapses under her sheer skill. You deactivate your practice saber and approach the two girls, taking great care to ignore the carnage of the main explosion in your peripheral.

What do you do?

> “Nazz, what were you thinking?” (worried)
> “Nazz, what were you thinking?” (annoyed)
> “Nice job, everyone. Are we all accounted for? Where’s Jac?”
> “Where do we go from here?”
> Write-in

>>913358

And neither of them did well

>>913427
>“Nice job, everyone. Are we all accounted for? Where’s Jac?”

>>913431
No, NPC rolls work differently from your own. For NPC rolls, I just take the best number from a 3d10 rather than having them need two numbers over the DC. On the downside, they only get one roll.

>>913427
> “Nazz, what were you thinking?” (worried)
> “Nice job, everyone. Are we all accounted for? Where’s Jac?”

>>913427
> “Where do we go from here?”
>“Nice job, everyone. Are we all accounted for? Where’s Jac?”

>>913427
> “Nazz, what were you thinking?” (annoyed)
> “Nice job, everyone. Are we all accounted for? Where’s Jac?”

>>913442
seconded

>>913442
Seconded.

>>913427
>“Nice job, everyone. Are we all accounted for? Where’s Jac?”

Check on everyone first and wait for the debrief

writing!

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>>913436
>>913442
>>913474
>>913468
>>913474
“Nice job, everyone,” you say as Master Retsma and Eri’Ta join you in the small clearing. “Is everyone accounted for?”

“Looks like it, sir!” Nazz says, to you, giving a mock salute.

You quickly hide your smile from Nazz’s antics and put on a face of concern that your father often gave you when you rode the land speeders in too fast.

“Nazz, what were you thinking? What if you were hurt, or worse?” you say.

Nazz’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a single eyebrow raised in surprise as she states, “I wanted to get the drop on them!”

There’s a pause where Ria lets out a giggle, followed by Eri’Ta bursting out laughing.

“PfffffhahAHAHAHHA! You literally got the drop on them, kid! Oh, oh, ahhaha, this is too good, hahAHAaha!” Exclaims Eri’Ta as she grips her stomach.

You grab Nazz by the shoulders and look her in the eye, saying, “I’m serious, Nazz. I want you to stay safe, okay?”

She looks to the side for a moment before meeting your gaze and replying with an enthusiastic, “Okay! Only if you promise to stay safe too.”

You smile.

“That is what we are here together for, to keep one another safe,” Ria adds.
“Yeah! We’re a team! No man left behind! Now let’s go!” Nazz exclaims as your group begins to exit.

“Wait,” you say, “Jac.”

Your statement is accentuated by a small, “I’m over here.”

You move through the brush a bit to find Jac pinned underneath a tree.

“Initiate Jac, are you injured?” Master Retsma says, moving in front of you to check on the boy.

“No,” he says, “It’s just...typical.” Jac’s voice carries the weight of someone very tired of his own situation.

What will you do?

> Lift the tree of Jac with the Force
> Let Master Retsma take care of this.
> Tell Jac he did a great job with the mine.
> Ask Jac what happened.
> Write-in

>>913564
>> Lift the tree of Jac with the Force
> Tell Jac he did a great job with the mine.
> Ask Jac what happened.

>You have some of the WORST luck I have ever seen.

>>913564
> Ask Jac what happened.
> Ask someone to hold our beer
> Lift the tree off of Jac with the force
> Tell Jac he did a great job with the mine.

>>913580
This.

>>913580
Second

Was in the bathroom.

Am back.

Shitting, I mean, writing.

Roll me a quick 3d10, DC4

Rolled 2, 10, 7 = 19 (3d10)

>>913699

Rolled 9, 2, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>913699

Rolled 7, 8, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>913699

Rolled 6, 8, 1 = 15 (3d10)

>>913699

>>913728
>>913715
>>913711
writin for realsies this time

>>913728
Noice.

>>913440
>3d10
>needs 1 pass to work
>one roll

That's totally three rolls since you're rolling three times and only one needs to pass.

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>>913580
>>913584
>>913600
>>913662
.>Critical success

You lift the tree with one outstretched hand, offering your other to Jac to help him up. He looks between you and the tree with his mouth agape before muttering to himself, “Of course…”

“Hey,” you say, “Nice job with that mine. Didn’t hear a peep from the big tent.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have ended up helping at all if you hadn’t told me what to do,” he says, shoulders slacking slightly forward as he seems to examine roots on the ground.

You drop the tree with a thud, “Man, what happened?”

“Yes, you are very much clear of the explosion of your own mine and Paxious’s and my own,” Ria adds.

“Oooohh…” Nazz says, as she offers Jac an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, I was hiding between those empty tents you through your mine between, Nazz,” he says with a resigned sigh.

“I am SO sorry, Jac. I had no idea and…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Jac says, taking another deep breath and smiling a bit. “I’m uninjured and that’s what counts.”

“You have some of the WORST luck I have ever seen, Jac,” you say, giving him a pat on the back.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Master Retsma chimes in as he and Eri’Ta survey a map on Eri’Ta’s wrist device.

“That tree could have easily crushed your chest or at least pinned a limb. I’d say you’ve got what my home system calls Beggar’s Luck,” Retsma finishes with a slight chuckle.

“Is that where you find spare change a lot easier?” Nazz asks with a tone of voice that obscures whether she is serious or joking.

“It’s where everything right happens to you in the absolute worst way,” he explains. “And if I weren’t a Jedi Master who didn’t believe in luck, I’d say you’re a prime example of it, Jac.”

Jac gives his lip a small bite and looks up at the tree canopy as he considers this.

“Where are we going to now, Master Retsma,” Ria interjects.

“Oh yeah,” he says, “Well, this was our main objective tonight, so we’ve got some extra time. We can either try and push through and cut the main bridge the Flesh Raiders used to get here or we can head to town and call it an early night. Maybe celebrate on a successful first mission. Either way, the settlement is safe tonight.”

“Oh, oh, a party!” Nazz says with excitement.

Ria interjects, “I believe pushing forward would be the most responsible action.”

Jac shrugs, “I’m fine either way.”

What will you do?

> Find the other group and head into town
> Push ahead to the bridge.
> Write-in

Geez, sorry for the long wait.

My roommate distracted me with talking about how awful a band Creed is (sorry for any players who like Creed I still love you for your looks)

>>913869
> Find the other group and head into town

>>913869
>Push ahead to the bridge.

We're Jedi, we'll celebrate once all the loose ends are tied up

>>913869
>> Push ahead to the bridge.

>>913869
>Push to the bridge

>>913869
>Push ahead to the bridge
They rush the bridge while the others are setting it up the bomb. We have to hold them off. "You shall not pass!"

>>913869
> Push ahead to the bridge.
Why party for just tonight with the risk of flesh raiders crawling up our ass when we can party all fucking day tomorrow without needing lookouts?

writing!

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>>913880
>>913881
>>913888
>>913892
>>913896
“I say we push on. No point in stopping when we’re already here,” you say with a confident smile.

“Aww, can we have a party tomorrow then?” Nazz asks.

“I’m sure a small celebration will be in order on the morrow once our victory has been ensured,” Ria says, giving Nazz a pat on her back.

“Umm, thanks, I think,” Nazz says.

“Let’s go tie up these loose ends,” Jac says, taking out his practice saber and flipping it in the air, catching it on the way down.

“I mean, we’ll probably be cutting knots more than tying them. You know, since this is a bridge and stuff? Get it?” Nazz says, giggling to herself.

“If all else fails, we’ll translate this girl’s puns into Flesh Tongue and they’ll leave us alone forever,” Eri’Ta comments.

Ria and Master Retsma chuckle slightly at this, but both quickly hide it.

“Alright, team,” Master Retsma says, his face getting more serious.

“The other group should be done routing the two smaller camps we know of. Eri, shoot Nosho a message to meet us at the bridge. Should be about a half hour walk from here. Now the real challenge with the bridge is the defense cannons. They used to protect it before the Flesh Raiders pushed into it, but now they prevent any ship from trying to shoot the thing down. Luckily it’s on a remote part of this hill so no one ever needs to fly past it. We can either take those out, take the bridge out, or both. There should also be a few Flesh Raiders guarding it. Knowing them, it’s probably just 3 or 4 of their elite soldiers. Shouldn’t be too much trouble, since we’re too small for those defense cannons’ sensors. Let’s move out!”

You follow Master Retsma into the jungle. The sun is now completely down and it is near pitch-black. Retsma activates his yellow lightsaber as a beacon for your group to follow.

What do you do?

> Stay silent and mentally prepare for the upcoming battle
> Talk with Nazz about her puns. What’s the deal with that?
> Ask Jac how he’s holding up. The guy did take a tree to the chest.
> Get to know Ria a bit more. You’ve only just met.
> You really should know Eri’Ta a bit since she’s managed to survive this jungle for a few weeks at least, apparently.
> Ask Master Retsma something (what?)
> Write-in

>>913994
> Ask Jac how he’s holding up. The guy did take a tree to the chest.
> Get to know Ria a bit more. You’ve only just met.

>>913994
>Ask Jac how he’s holding up. The guy did take a tree to the chest.

Probably more of a blow to his pride than anything and then if there is time

>Talk with Nazz about her puns. What’s the deal with that?

Because I would like to BRIDGE this gap in our knowledge

>>913994
>>914011
Seconding.

Writing.

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>>914027
As you follow the bleak yellow light in front of you, Jac knocks into you slightly, having tripped over some of the brush that covers pretty much all of the ground.

“Oh...sorry,” he says, eyes scanning the ground for anything else that might trip him.

“Hey, the only reason I don’t trip is because I wore my work boots from the farm,” you say, pointing out the durasteel-toed boots you wear. “Didn’t think they’d be as handy as they would be. Guess that’s why my dad made me keep ‘em.”

Jac gives a genuine smile as he ducks a particularly low tree branch, “Sounds like your dad’s a wise man.”

“The simpler things often are,” you say.

“Wow, that sounded like a Jedi Master. Like super cryptic and world-weary and deep and all that,” Jac points out.

“I mean, we’re all going to be Jedi Masters eventually. Might as well start practicing being cryptic right now.”

Jac laughs at this.

“So,” you say, “How you holding up?”

“The only thing wounded is that little sliver of pride that I built for almost a minute back there,” Jac tells you.

Nazz interjects, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Ara all about how brave you were for taking a tree trunk to the chest and that you shrugged it off with barely a sigh and the Flesh Raiders never stood a chance and…”

“Ara?” Jac questions, “Oh, the pretty scary red-head? Why are you telling her about me at all?”

“Wait, is she pretty scary or is she pretty AND…”

“Okay, Nazz,” you say, “Why don’t you give Jac a little bit of space.”

Nazz mouths, ‘Okay!’ and gives you a thumbs up.

“I should be a padawan right now, you know,” Jac says suddenly. “No master at my old temple wanted me, though. Normally, they’d just ship you off to the Jedi Corps but they’re so short on Jedi, they gave me a second shot and shipped me to Tython for ‘re-evaluation’ or something.”

What do you say?

> Well it’s their loss. We’re glad to have you.
> You’re doing a damned fine job with your second chance.
> What’s wrong with the Jedi Corps?
> Write-in

>>914148
Whats jedi corps?

>>914148
>> Well it’s their loss. We’re glad to have you.
and
>>914159

>>914148
> Well it’s their loss. We’re glad to have you.
> What’s wrong with the Jedi Corps?

>>914159
Jedi Service Corps. If you don't pass your trials and aren't chosen to be trained, then you have the option to go to the Jedi Service Corps which is like the Peace Corps sort of

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Jedi_Service_Corps

I can still ask in-character if you guys want to, though. It's not out of character for Pax to not really know what that is since he wasn't raised in an area Jedi Service Corps would operate in.

>>914172
Why not.

>>914172
Let's ask about it, a little bit of info won't do us any harm.

Aight, writin

>>914163
>>914164
>>914178
>>914181
“It’s their loss. We’re lucky to have you, Jac,” you tell him with a smile warming your face against the cool night air.

Jac gives a smile, “Yeah, I guess it’s just odd to see the people you look up to say you aren’t good enough, to say the Service Corps is just where some people belong.”

“What even is the Service Corps? What’s wrong with it, anyway?” you ask, tearing away some leaves that got caught in your horns as you trudge onward, following Master Retsma’s yellow hue.

“Oh, nothing wrong with it. It’s where they send any non-force sensitive orphans the Jedi happens to find and where they send Initiates who fail their trials. Nothing wrong with it, you get basic soldiers training and you bring food to starving villages and run fundraisers for Life Day...I guess I’ve just thought being a Jedi does more good, as selfish as that might sound.”

“Well, you are a Jedi, silly,” Nazz interjects, having caught up with the two of you. “And that’s like the least selfish thing ever. I grew up on Nar Shadaa and trust me, if my mom met you, she’d already be organizing our wedding.”

>cont.

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>>914321
Jac turns redder than a pureblood Sith, “Umm, I, well, I gotta go.”

Jac actually runs ahead, tripping all the way, to catch up and walk with Master Retsma.

“Man, him and Ara are perfect,” she says with a big smile.

“You know,” you comment, “relationship are forbidden by the counsel.”

“I have seen enough holovids to know that is NOT strictly followed,” Nazz says.

“Hey, sorry for brushing you off earlier. It seemed like Jac needed a moment.”

“It’s fine,” she says, “I’m awful at reading people so it’s nice to have someone just bwAH!”

Nazz gets hit square on the nose by a branch, proclaiming, “Augh, these leaves need to make like themselves.”

It takes you a second but you giggle at the comment.

“Hey, what’s with the puns anyway? I’d like to...BRIDGE...this gap in my knowledge of you.”

Nazz bites her lip slightly and gives you a smile, “Well, when I was a little kid on Nar Shaddaa, mom and I swore like sailors. I mean, we worked with a lot of sailors since we were in Star Ship repair and not Swoop repair back then. Anyway, when I was about 10, she said no more bad words and instead started making puns. Every time she was about to swear, she’d just say a pun. After a couple years, it takes me more effort to swear than it does to say a play on words. Personally, I love it.”

You’re about to respond when you suddenly reach a clearing.

“We’re here,” Master Retsma says, “And it looks like there’s only one Flesh Raider guarding the bridge. Maybe we’ll have time for that party after all!”

Retsma walks confidently ahead into the clearing. You see a single Flesh Raider standing in front of the bridge motionlessly.

What do you do?

> Approach confidently with Master Retsma
> Something seems...off…
> Tell everyone to stay on guard
> Write-in

>>914330
> Something seems...off…
> Tell everyone to stay on guard
>This is clearly a trap.

>>914330
> Something seems...off…
>" He might be a sentry or something. If he notices he might sound the alarm."
> Tell everyone to stay on guard

>>914330
>>914348
This.

>>914351
*If he notices us

>>914330
>Something seems...off…
> Tell everyone to stay on guard

It's a TRAP

>>914361
Like a legit trap or are you implying that Flesh Raider looks female but is actually a male?

Writing.
>>914369
>>914361
Maybe all Flesh Raiders are actually traps. Have you ever seen a female Flesh Raider? Maybe they dress as women to confuse their enemies.

>>914385
Can one of the Flesh Raiders be our love interest?

>>914385
Bit late but I would have voted to spread out and flank.
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>>914348
>>914351
>>914355
>>914361
Something seems...off...

You can sense it, like a foul stench of something to come.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Eri’Ta says as she takes out a second blaster pistol and aims it at the Flesh Raider ahead.

“We should be on our guard,” Ria adds.

“This feels like a trap. Maybe he’s some kind of sentry and is going to alert a bunch of other Flesh Raiders for an ambush,” you say as you draw your practice saber.

“Master Retsma would sense that, though,” Jac says, “I think you guys are overreacting! It’s just one Flesh Raider!”

Master Retsma flourishes his yellow blade. He stands nearly ten feet from the Flesh Raider with his blade outstretched and pointed directly at it. Your group stands ten feet behind him as you approach.

“I’ll give you one chance, monster. Leave and we will not pursue,” Retsma says, lowering his blade slightly.

The creature remains perfectly still, like a statue.

“So be it.”

Master Retsma takes a single step to charge before being hit in the back of the head by a rock. He goes down hard, unconscious or worse.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Jac shouts, hastily pulling out his practice saber.

The rock floats lazily back into the hand of the Flesh Raider. It gives a deep noise that you sounds like a landing gear getting stuck over and over again. You can only assume that was a chuckle.

Eri’Ta is quick and fires directly on its head, only for the blaster bolts to be deflected directly back at her by...a blue lightsaber.

Oh no

>To be continued


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>>914444
Can't wait till Retsma wakes up to give him the biggest "TOLD YOU" he has ever seen.

>>914444
Well then.

>>914451
I'm sure he'll be thrilled
>>914476
yeeeeeeup

Oh, and next thread isn't gonna be for a while. Sunday night, maybe.

>>914451
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLlMfervOIY

>>914894
This melon looks of the Sith

We are getting a time skip soon, right? Or did we decide against it?
I can't remember.

>>914910
We'll go through one more day of classes (since you have different classes that day) and then we'll start flying through shit pretty fast, just rolling day by day for stat gains and going over really significant stuff.

>>913877
Creed sucks.

>>914444
>African or European Swallow?