Hey, I'm an old /tg/ vet who's been lurking in hope of having a good SW quest, and since there haven't been any in a while to my knowledge I'm gonna do my own. I've read through a few, but advice will be appreciated.Our tale starts a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...It is the year 50 bby, and the Galactic Republic is at peace. It has been at peace for hundreds of years now, and Force willing it will remain that way for a while longer. Some would argue that the galaxy has simply run out of conflicts, that every challenge that could be faced already has. Senators would smile and say that it was of course their ceaseless efforts in the Senate, that they anticipate and neatly sidestep any problems that might occur.Most however would agree that such a long and abiding peace is at least partially a result of the Jedi Order's valiant efforts. Warriors and advisers in equal measure, the Order has served and protected the Republic since time immemorial. With Incredible powers, they stand as beacons of reason and serenity in the infinite darkness of space.Across the galaxy, millions of people are born and die every second. Our story however, is only concerned with one such birth.>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much. >On Tatooine, the entire homestead is rejoicing. Burly Mads and his boys are dragging all the tables out into the afternoon sun, and unless they're interrupted the free men and women of Krayt Peak will party long into the night. Easy births are rare on frontier worlds, after all.>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.
>>3792100>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
>>3792100>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.
>>3792100>>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.i would choose Kaas, but i want to avoid a stalemate this early on, and Kuat was my second choice anyway
>>>3792100>Far away from most civilization, on the barren planet of Bralj 7, a bizzare and terrifying reaction occurs within the swamps of Zhenebek. Pulses of light and gurgling noises emante from within the bog's murky waters, scaring the local wildlife away. At last, a grotesque hand emerges from the sludge ominously.
>>3792121>>3792110>>3792105A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.Kuat it is.
>>3792100>>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.Edge!
It was very nearly a miscarriage, and were it not for your father's personal doctor you would never have survived past a month. Born sickly and frail, you are still the only child to grace Councillor Marriss' household. Still, your earliest memories are of his kind eyes looking down at you. You were too young to understand why, but your father soon became infamous among the other noble houses for his protectiveness, refusing all social visits until you were older and stronger.Growing was difficult, and soon your best friends were doctors and nurses. You would cough blood and ate little, often requiring nutrient solutions rather than full meals.Everything changed on the eve of your third birthday. It was worse than usual. You couldn't wake, trapped in a feverish state of semi-consciousness. You felt your heart slow and the breath leave your lungs. You were terrified, but remained enough awareness to feel your mind expand and brush against something else, something massive and incomprehensibly complicated.You pulled at it, and pushed it into the sucking hole in your chest. Then you called your nanny, and got dressed for breakfast. All throughout the day you played with this strange new power, making the garden's flowers grow and wilt as your father watched, astonished.>A month later, your home was visited by a tall bearded man, with a deep voice.>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.
>>3792100>>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.this sounds interesting, been too long since a good star wars quest came along
>>3792159>>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.more DRAMA
>>3792159>>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.we aint gonna be no jedi agri-core cuck
>>3792159>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.I always liked overprotective parents trope. Shame no doting mother.
>>3792159>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.
>>3792159>>A month later, your home was visited by a tall bearded man, with a deep voice.
>>3792167of course we are gonna be a hero, we already have half the orphan trope down and we are richwith the will of the force we will become, BATJEDI
>>3792175Billionair Kuati-playboy by dayCrimefighter at night
let the cloistered upbringing begin.allow me to write.
>>3792193We are such a social recluse will be complimenting people by saying that they have healthy looking complexion and that they look well nourished.
And so your early life continued, albeit with less medication necessary. You quickly became adept at strengthening yourself with what your father called "the Force." (Though such strength was quick to fade.) Your father also returned to his seat on the Kuati Council of Lords, having neglected his duties somewhat in your early life.Your studies continued as well, graduating from the very basics of numeracy and literacy into more advanced topics, such as philosophy and civility to prepare you for your later responsibilities.Unfortunately as you grew older, the stifling nature of your upbringing became more and more apparent until one day overcome with frustration you decided to sneak outside. You enjoyed your time spent in the gardens, but even they were walled off and deliberately cultivated by a small army of gardeners. You wanted to see proper nature, and with the bravado reserved only for the very young, you decided that the best way to do so would be to wander into the woods surrounding your family estate.The most you'd have to look out for is the gamekeepers, and even then you'd get a telling off at worst.You weren't expecting to find ruins... Nor for them to be so alluring. Great stone pillars rise from the ground, covered in moss and vines. Past those is a stone archway, with a set of stairs going deep underground.You could swear, as your vision twists sideways and your mind reopens to the force, that you hear someone whisper your name.>Who are You?Current established details :Kuati Human Male.
>>3792236I swear I put it down, but you're twelve currently.must have accidentally deleted it.
>>3792236Are you asking for a name? If so, how about Kadwyn? Dunno about a last name.
>>3792236To clarify, yes I am asking for a name. And you already have a last name.Mariss.sorry.
>>3792249I support Kadwyn
>>3792249Kadwyn is bettter +1
I'll cut the voting here, seems you guys have made a decision.A reasonable one, and I have to admit I was worried that you'd name the character after a middle eastern country accused of human rights violations.
>>3792262>name the character after a middle eastern country accused of human rights violations.Nevermind the human rights shit, those guys take baths in crude oil
You are Kadwyn Mariss, Scion to a Kuati noble line.Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.You're well educated and highly literate, fluent in Basic and Kuati.You're polite, but have almost no social experience. You'd likely come off as awkward or a bit strange.Your command of the force is strong, especially for one so young. You know little, but the one thing you do know is quite a trick. Forcing the body to persist when it should fail will be useful in the years to come."Kadwyn..."It is time for the first of many adventures.The tomb, (for that's what it must be) sinks deep into the ground and fades into darkness, but you are not scared. Where one might expect to feel trepidation, there is only a nostalgic feeling. Like coming home. >That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.>It's the adventure that pushes you forwards, The thrill of going somewhere and doing something unthinkable.>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.
>>3792285>>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>That is why you take the first step.
>>3792285>>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.
>>3792285>>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.>>It's the adventure that pushes you forwards, The thrill of going somewhere and doing something unthinkable.not mutually exclusive
>>3792285>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.
>>3792285>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.>>3792295Pick one. They close but not the same.
>>3792285>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
Curious and barely functional, the perfect balance.Writing.
You take the stairs down, a hand on the wall so you stay balanced. It quickly turns, becoming a spiral staircase that goes a good dozen metres or so straight down. Eventually, the floor evens out and you're left staring into the darkness."Kadwyn..."Or not so darkness perhaps. Right as you take the first step off the floor, the room in front of you lights up like Founders Night. Braziers leap into flame and the long hall is revealed to you. The tomb consists of a single long chamber, with lines of statues on either side. They're modelled after hooded figures, kneeling in supplication to some unknown entity.At the end of a tunnel is an old door, you can't quite see how to open it, but there is an inscription in archaic Aurubesh that you can just about make out.-as strong in the -ce, both [unreadable] coveted him. Prove yourself equal."open it...">maybe there's something you can use as a lever nearby?>It's a big door, but everyone knows jedi can move stuff.>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]
>>3792387>>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]
>>3792387>>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]did we achieve this due to the path we chose at the beginning? all that learning paid of!
shoulda guessed.essentially how this works is int usually just gives you more specific detail on stuff, but occasionally the stuff you've got will give you different options.
>>3792387>It's a big door, but everyone knows jedi can move stuff.
You search up and down the doorframe, checking around for a... well anything weird really. Sure you might have been able to move it with your mind or something, but that sounds really tough and you'd rather not exert yourself if you can avoid it.Eventually you find a small hole in the wall nearby, it goes quite deep and you can't see the end of it, but a quick trip outside to find a sufficiently long stick vindicates you in your search.The hole clicks as you remove the stick, and you hear a very old sounding motor rumbling to life. Feeling a bit smug, you move into the next room.This room seems to be the end of the line, it's just as long as the other, but bulges out and rounds at the end, forming a circular chamber of some sort. In the chamber is a large statue of an armored figure wearing an imposing mask.There is a set of small stairs leading up to an altar or something, maybe a stone coffin? Which is in front of the statue. The pull is stronger now, and you can hear faint whispers coming from the altar/coffin.There's more statues ringing the outside of the chamber, each with a different mask.A shiver runs up your neck, and you feel watched.>Inspect the statues first.>Check out the altar first. Despite how creepy it is, this place still feels safe. Like home.>write in.
>>3792430>>Inspect the statues first.It feels like we are about to learn a shout
>>3792430>Inspect the statues first.If we feel safe in this tomb, then this place must be the family crypt...I hope.
>>3792430>Check out the altar first. Despite how creepy it is, this place still feels safe. Like home.
alright, inspect the statues.writing
[this'll probably be my last update tonight, I'll be back in a few hours.]You walk around the chamber, taking another look at each of the statues. Whoever made these was clearly exceptionally skilled, and they're all immaculate, no cracks or anything. In fact upon closer inspection this entire room is perfectly clean. The other chamber was dusty and the stone floor was cracked.Far more interesting though is the details on the statue themselves. Each and every one of them is wearing some kind of ornate armour under their robes. The only common thread is their pose both hands clasped together in supplication. Then there's the masks. They all have a T-shaped visor, but have different patterns apart from that. On one of them, you can still see a bit of faded red paint.For a second you're worried, before hit with a a wave of that same nostalgia from before.Right, yeah. Safe. there's nothing here that can hurt you.You walk up the steps to the altar, and brush a layer of dust off the top. More Aurubesh, but this is so worn that you can barely make out individual letters, let alone full words.[unreadable] -ies D-rt- -xas La-t of t- -evanc-st-"Please, You know what to do.">open it>Open It>OPEN IT
>>3792545>resist the urge to open it
>>3792545>resist the urge to open itlol
>>3792545>OPEN ITwhat's in the box!
>>3792545>>resist the urge to open it
>>3792621Big gay. BIG GAY![unreadable] -ies D-rt- -xas La-t of t- -evanc-st-Here lies Darth -xas Last of the -evanc-st-
>>3792631Here lies Darth -xas Last of the Revanchists
>>3792631Maybe he will be happy at being set free? More likely he'll be mad for desecrating his grave =/
revanchist adjectivere·vanch·ist | \ rə-ˈvän-shist \Definition of revanchist (Entry 1 of 2): of or relating to a policy designed to recover lost territory or status : of or relating to a revanchealso : advocating or fighting for the recovery of lost territory or statusrevanchist noun\ rə-ˈvän-shist \plural revanchistsDefinition of revanchist (Entry 2 of 2): one who advocates or fights for the recovery of lost territory or status : one who advocates a policy of revancheSo this guy was trying to rebuild the order of the Sith, I presume? Mayhaps the Sith Empire itself.
>>3792714Methinks it's a reference to Revan. Y'know. Popular musician of the famous space pirates "Nights in the alt republic"?
>>3792745I know, but when it's an actual word it makes sense to look at it.
>>3792762Good cantina tunes have nothing to do with reviving ancient domains.
>>3792545>OPEN ITwe sith gang now
dear qm, don't succumb to the curse
>>3792545open ... it ...?
I have returnedand I will write.
>>3793287yay, anonymous is back!
sorry, lost my name
You push at the stone coffin lid, straining to uncover whatever might be within as the voice whispers encouragement in your ear. But it is heavy stone, and you were never the strongest boy around. Your breathing is heavy, and the voice stops while you lean against the altar.Then you gather yourself and try again.This time though you reach into the force, pulling energy from your surroundings and into your body. Weak limbs flex and strain as you lift the lid, and for a single terrifying moment you swear you can feel your arms bending, then you push one last time, and it is over.Massaging your arms, you take a look inside the coffin. There's no actual body inside, strangely, just disturbed earth and a small canvas bag, marked with strange symbols. This definitely isn't Aurebesh.>Inside is a black cylindrical object you recognise as a lightsaber, though it's incredibly old.>Inside is a silver mask, with a human face and metal sigils.>inside is a small pyramid, which sputters and glows blue.
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>3793299Uhhhh
>>3793299>inside is a small pyramid, which sputters and glows blue.
>>3793299>blue pyramid HOLOCRON
a decisive choice is made.
>>3793319yeah, >>3793300 the force made its will known to us pretty clearly
It's... glowing?The pyramid is small and made of a strange crystal that you don't recognise. It's also cracked, now that you look at it a bit closer, and sparks occasionally while the glow ebbs and grows."I wouldn't bother with that, it's quite broken."You spin, jumping as the voice from before makes itself known again. It's clearer now, and you can make out the aristocratic tone. If you had to describe it, you'd say it sounded a bit smug.Far more important however, is the softly glowing figure in front of you. He's tall, and most likely human. Although you can't really see it through the mask. He's also wearing the same armour and robe combination on each of the statues. Though his mask has eye holes rather than a visor."You..." He stops, tilting his head. "Can you actually see me?"You don't really know how to answer that, beyond simply nodding."Hmm... Well isn't that a stroke of luck."He stops for a second, before pacing back and forth across the chamber floor while you gather yourself.You remember your father's lessons, now would be a great moment to take control of the conversation and get some answers. And you are just bursting with questions aren't you?>what is your first question for this strange man?
>>3793350Who are you?What is this place? How did you get here? What do you mean stroke of luck?
>>3793350>are you a jedi?most people dont know what sith are, so this is an obvious question
>>3793350Why is it strange that I can see you?
>>3793354>>3793356>>3793364I've got to do some shopping, if you could pick one of these in the next half hour or so that'd move things along nicely.
>>3793364Let's go with this one
>>3793364Let's lead with this
>>3793366Your handle us very familiar... I feel like I have seen it before
>>3793378He said he was an old /tg/ user
>>3793378>>3793383I'm doing this after binging all of Machine Minds quest. that might explain it.>>3793364this one then I guess.
There's a second or two of furious thought as you try to wrangle your thoughts back into order. Who is this guy? How did he get in behind you, you might be sickly, but your ears still work just fine.Then your mind does what it does best, and starts pulling at things that don't make sense. He asked if you could see him... Why wouldn't you be able to see him?"Why's it strange that I can see you?"He stops, before tilting his head back and laughing. "By the force, you really don't know about any of this do you?" Then you feel something pushing at your mind. "Haven't even got any shields up." He falls back and leans on the edge of the coffin, adjusting his robe. "I've been dead for ages boy, I don't know how long. But definitely for a while."You shake your head in disbelief, and point an accusing finger at him. "Nonsense, you're standing right there."He's clearly taken aback by this, and puts his hand on his hips before answering. "Spoken with the certainty of a Jedi master, yet utterly wrong. I was slain at the very culmination of the second Great Sith War, by the Hero of Tython. Trust me, i was there." He chuckles bitterly before his eyes seem to glaze, reminiscing on the distant past. "He was a good man, and a worthy foe. In another time we could've been friends." The sheer certainty in his words makes it difficult to believe, but a quick look at his posture reveals the truth. He's not leaning on the tomb, but rather an inch or so above it. He's not standing either, but floating very close to the ground.Your confusion must have shown on your face, because he tilts his head and waves his hand for you to speak up."I don't quite understand, how is any of that possible.""Through the Force." He says. "Many things are possible..." He scratches at the side of his neck, clearly deep in thought. Then he turns to you, and you can feel the determination coming off of him in waves. "I am Darth Rexas, The Emperor's Wrath. Tell me your name NOW.">Refuse on principle, you are the heir to one of Kuat's oldest Noble houses.>Just do it holy shit.
>>3793395>Just do it holy shit.
>>3793397>>3793398>>3793400The expected response.
>>3793395>We already did old man. You are so old that you already forgot?
>>3793395>refuse on principle>remember he introduced himself >etiquette demands we reciprocate with our own introduction.>perform etiquete.exe
A part of you squawks in indignation, but it's quickly quashed and muzzled by your survival instinct. In the face of such a being, who radiates power... well there was only ever going to be one response.Still, you inject as much false confidence as you can into your voice, standing straight as you answer. "Kadwyn, Kadywn Meriss. Son of Lord Barristan Meriss."He hums to himself, before crossing his arms and leaning over you. "I know we didn't win, in the end. Not after the Jedi slew me. but it is obvious some of my order survived. Tell me boy, do you know of Revan? The Galaxy's saviour? What of the Sith Empire, did we at least survive?"You don't know any of those things, the names keep coming, and the spirit seems to grow more and more desperate as they go. It is not long before the spectre turns silent, and you see him for what he truly is. A relic of a bygone age."You truly know nothing of the Sith?"You shake your head. He inhales, then turns to you with rage in his eyes. "Good! GOOD! Those slaves to desire deserve to be forgotten! I would have revolutionised the Empire were it not for their treachery!" Then he slowly steps towards you, arms outstretched. "But I have not been forgotten... Tell me boy, you clearly know of the force. Even diminished as I am, I can sense your reliance on it. But you have only begun to scratch the surface. I cannot allow the ways of my people to die and you must learn control. Would you be my apprentice?"You're stunned by the offer, but wary of this spirit and it's unknown ways. "Do I have a choice?"He stands tall, and addresses you with utmost seriousness. "That is my first lesson to you, you always have a choice. Sometimes the alternative to assent will be shameful or painful, but the Force is a means to freedom. Freedom is the ability to choose.">Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)> You require more time to think on this, and research to do on these Sith. Try as he might to ignore it, you've seen his eyes stray to the pyramid several times now, you can only guess it's important to him. It could be used as leverage if he tries to stop you. (Keep your options open.)
>>3793413>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)We can research these 'sith' on the side, but this is at least something to do for a few years, considering we've been cooped in the house non-stop.
>>3793413>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
>>3793413>You require more time to think on this, and research to do on these Sith. Try as he might to ignore it, you've seen his eyes stray to the pyramid several times now, you can only guess it's important to him. It could be used as leverage if he tries to stop you. (Keep your options open.)I don't like this guy tbqh
>>3793413>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)this wont end well, but fuck it lets do dis
>Power so strong that you thought we were a myth.>How's that for the return of the Sith.Time to write.
[probably gonna be my last update for today, I've got some stuff to do.]"I'd be honoured to learn from you... uh Sir." He starts nodding even before you've finished, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Refer to me as Lord Rexas, I dislike the term Master. Take the bauble with you, it no longer functions but may yet be useful. I must admit, I am ready to leave this place."You examine the pyramid, attempting to divine it's purpose. "What is it?"The Lord's breath hitches, before returning to his usual dismissive tone. "A belonging of mine, shattered by whoever stole my body and grave goods. I may speak more of it later." He keeps his hand on your shoulder and walks you back towards the entrance, scratching the side of his neck as he does so. [He seems to do that when worried, you notice.]Distressingly you hear begin to hear voices upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, voices you recognise. it's Bam, and his daughter Aola, they work for your father as forest wardens and gamekeepers. They're both friendly enough in passing, but you don't know either of them particularly well. [They work Outside after all.] You think back, and you're pretty sure you heard your father congratulating her on her fifteenth birthday a year or so back. That'd put her at about 16 now to your twelve."No way, he's not stupid. Going somewhere that dusty'd be a death sentence with his lungs.""Which is why we have to check, girl."You hear a foot hit stone, and realise you've got a few seconds to figure your next move. You turn and look around the chamber, panicking slightly as your new instructor is nowhere to be seen. If they catch you, father will be particularly displeased.>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.>[You're not much of an impressionist, but the Greater Kuati Cave Bear has a very distinctive growl you might manage.]>You could always just beg, it's hard to say no to a crying sickly twelve year old.>Can't you use the force.>LEG IT.
>>3793520>>[You're not much of an impressionist, but the Greater Kuati Cave Bear has a very distinctive growl you might manage.]
>>3793520>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.
>>3793520>Call out to them that we are going>FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!No like really dad will be mad that all
>>3793551Eh, fuck it. I'll support. It'll be easier than hiding and getting caught. Just say we wanted to go exploring.
>>3793563>>3793569What he is going to do? Ground us? XD
>>3793520>Can't you use the force.ya a wizard harry
Rexas is pic related when you takr our body
>>3793520>>Can't you use the force.use the force, Kadwyn
>>3793551This is the CHAD choice
>>3792274I mean, Naftalan crude is largely unsuitable for any other purpose, so it's not really a flaunting of wealth or anything.>>3792285>Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.Space Elric?Space Elric.Fuck yeah.
I'm back, and you have decided to go 100% chad by just announcing your presence and taking responsibility.Lord Rexas will remember this.
>>3792285>Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.>Your command of the force is strong, especially for one so young. You know little, but the one thing you do know is quite a trick. Forcing the body to persist when it should fail will be useful in the years to come.The rise of Darth Sion!
>>3795099>just announcing your presence and taking responsibilityI like it. Yeah, lets play a confident (with an arrogant streak?) protagonist for a change.
>>3794679>flaunting of wealth or anythingDid I imply that? I just find it really weird that people would decide to bathe in literal crude oil.
You think first to hide behind one of the statues, but then the aristocratic haughtiness comes back full force, smarting after your conversation with Rexas. To hell with it, you are the heir to a legacy of dignity and strength. If father is so terribly displeased then he ought to have kept a better eye on you.You step into the light and start climbing the stairs, calling out as you do. "Good afternoon warden."Two heads lean over the edge of the stairway, both quite shocked. Bam is a tall, thin Nautolan looking for all the world like someone had stretched him vertically. He's wearing a fairly simple set of tan forester's gear, though he has a badge with your family's seal on his shoulder.Aola couldn't be more different from her father, being short and muscular. You assume she takes after her mother. You've never really talked though, so you're not quite sure how she'll act."OI! what are you doin' down there!" Given her father's calm temperament, she definitely must take after her mother. You can see her father giving her a stony look.You stop and take a breath before you answer, about halfway up the stairs. "I'm exploring, it was getting a bit stuffy in the manor.""So you thought you'd go exploring burial mounds eh boy?" Bam says, his large eyes blinking slowly. "You alright down there? No one been in this place for a long time." He extends his hand as you reach the top and you take it, allowing him to help you up the last few steps."I had to stretch my legs, you know how it is." You take a deep breath, still a bit winded. "Besides, it's as you said. No one's been here in a while. Perfectly safe.""Ya father won' agree"You cross your arms and shrug in response, before the three of you head back towards the manor."So find anything cool down there?" Aola elbows you lightly in the shoulder as you walk, nudging you to get your attention. "Or just old rocks.">Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.>There's some cool old statues, most of them aren't even broken!>Write In.
>>3795155>Write In>"Found this huge Kuati Cave bear. Made friends with it with my blinding smiles & snacks. Managed to teach it how to dance too."
>>3795155>>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.though >There's some cool old statues, most of them aren't even broken!
>>3795155>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.
>>3795158>>3795155for the joke, i just can't resistthen this for real>>3795161
>>3795155>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.
>>3793534>>3795185>ID changedFuck me.
>>3795164This then, I'll get to it.
You turn to Aola while her father stops to talk into a communicator. Most likely telling father you've been found."Oh you know, bugs, rats and a cave bear. Nothing special." You give her a grin before continuing. "No nothing cool like that, you don't have to worry. There were some statues though, they were pretty cool.""Statues huh?" She doesn't look particularly impressed. "Not really my kind of thing, unless they were statues of like, cool giant monsters or something." Your journey continues with some light conversation, but soon after you're back in the manor grounds. Your father is waiting for you by the front steps.He's tall, with greying hair and a haughty demeanour. Most of his face is dominated by hair, a bushy moustache that links up with his mutton chops and sideburns. He's wearing his smoking jacket and trousers currently, no doubt having been roused from his office or the lounge. It's fairly late in the day, so you shouldn't have interrupted anything that important.The first words out of his mouth, as usual are "Are you alright?" Those, or a similar phrase ought to be the header of your biography, given how commonly you hear it. You simply nod, and he responds in kind.A man of few words as ever, he simply gives the warden and his daughter a nod before turning and asking you to follow. "Walk with me." You give them a nod as well before turning, which Aola seems to find rather amusing.The manor is a particularly impressive one even by Kuati standards, a three story building of marble and wood in the traditional style, though stone does give way to carpeted floors on the upper levels. Father is silent for most of the trip as he leads you back towards your chambers, which in of itself is not so unusual, he's a man of few words, rather legendary for it in fact.1/2
>>3795298You sit down on an armchair in your lounge and wait while he fetches the various hypos and tablets needed for your body to keep functioning. You've already had the arguments over it of course, why keep wasting money on treatments that don't do anything? Your father neither likes the force, nor trusts it though, so they continue. They do make it easier though, the force is tiring to draw on. Speaking of tiring... You let out a heavy yawn and stretch in your chair. You could swear you didn't spend that long in the tomb, but you can already see the sun going down through the windows."Don't fall asleep yet son." Right on queue, you feel a hand grab onto your arm holding it steady while the injector is pressed to your shoulder. He keeps speaking, a somewhat morose look on his face as he swaps out the capsules for the injector. "I'm very disappointed Kadwyn. You know you're not supposed to leave the manor.">He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.>You've got the force keeping you up. It'll take more than some dust to hurt you.>You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.>[You're not entirely sure it was your fault. Rexas could speak into your mind after all. Maybe you should tell him what you found.]>Write In.
>>3795300>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.I won't live my whole life trapped in the manor.
>>3795300>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
>>3795300We can see our mistakes> Be apologetic. Father greatly cares about us and was worried. Whole staff probably was searching for us.For the reason go with that we are cupped up here> You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.And on what we found> Definitely share with father all we found and learn people we met in our little adventure.
>>3795300>You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.
>>3795300>>You've got the force keeping you up. It'll take more than some dust to hurt you.
>>3795315Nah dude, we definitely shouldn't tell father we found a motherfucking Sith Lord. He probably knows history well enough to know what they are.
>>3795303>>3795307>>3795309>Kuati Child with Rabies "I am Becoming Stronger"
>>3795300>Father, how should one go about researching a subject that was forgotten, or perhaps deliberately hidden, if they do not want to gain any unwanted attention?>[You're not entirely sure it was your fault. Rexas could speak into your mind after all. Maybe you should tell him what you found.]Might as well get our dad who is less than enthusiastic about the whole force business to help us get documented without getting found out and blunder about, and tell him we are now kind of a apprentice - and perhaps try and introduce him to our new Master. It is the proper thing to do and he is our Father. He should know about this- meds are not really helping and our intuitive grasp of the force barely gets us going. A proper teacher might show us the path to fortify our body to normalcy.
>>3795353>>3795303>>3795307>>3795309Not that being a bit childish about this is not IC, but i think we can do a bit more mature and continue to go full Chad, and tell our father about what we got ourselves into- and our aims to cultivate it under proper guidance, while having him as a counterbalance to a ghost of the past, and his perspective on things.
>>3795353>The only reason kid is alive because force keeps him somehow alive>"I am stronger!" coughs up blood
>>3795348And? What he is going to do?
>>3795404Yeah, I don't get it either.
>>3795348We're going to learn sith alchemy to make our body stronger, right?
You shake your head and grimace as the medicine clouds your mind. Before "You always say I can do it when I'm stronger, well I'm stronger now. I'm not even sniffling!"The ends of his mouth turn upward, and he places a hand on your head. "I know that now, but if you felt that way, then tell me." His smile fades as he hands you the immuno booster tablets, signifying the end of your daily ritual. "It's about more than just your health. I have many enemies, and you're still only a boy."He stands up, placing the injector in it's case. "I'm telling the nurses and the wardens to keep an eye out, no more of this. It was a betrayal of my trust." He grimaces, before stroking his beard. "But I understand if you feel lonely or bored. The Lokk family has a boy about your age. Normally you'd be introduced by now." The reason why you weren't is both obvious and unspoken.He looks at you, clearly expecting a response. You start, but are distracted by the weight of the pyramid in your pocket.>I'd like that.>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?Gonna leave this for an hour or so, to give you guys some time to think about it.
>>3795443>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.
>>3795443>I'd like thatI can smell the character development and future plot hooks
>>3795443>>I'd like that.
>>3795443>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?Yes and everything
>>3795469He distrusts the force, why in hell would we tell him about a potential sith ruin?
>>3795443>"I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.">"Why can't I play with Aola?"
>>3795481If You don't trust your only family member that loves you over everything you already fucked up.Dad got credits. He can provide materials we would need for training. Good luck geting shit we nead witchout him getting suspicious.And what can he do about force ghost in our head? Call jedi that will take away his precious son?Also our master doesn't seem to be of RETARDED EVIL alignment so it's all good.
>>3795481>sith>"What the fuck is Sith?"-Our character
>>3795498i agree so far, the part about retarded evil doesn't mean much tho, telling the truth isn't something sith are known for
also I found this.
>>3795443>>I'd like that.Lets keep the lid on for now. We can tell him later
>>3795512while true, a non retarded sith probably would not randomly lie if there was no benefit in doing so
I see no reason to reveal EVERYTHING right now. Tell about finding the tomb and ask dad if he knew about it.Yes, we're bored, not lonely. We're also curious, so maybe he can provide us with sources of archaeological information on the tomb and whatnot.
>>3795443>I'd like that.
>>3795443>I'd like that.>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?Yes. Everything.
>I'd like that. locked in.Since there's a bit of unclearness. >Tell him everything.>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.>Nah, we good.20 mins to vote.
>>3795582>>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
>>3795582>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
>>3795582>Tell him everything.
>>3795582>Tell him everything
Subtlety and diplomacy win the day.
>>3795582>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.Don't want to blow our cover too early
>>3795582>Nah, we good.
You give it some thought, and eventually nod in assent. "I'd like that." You're only half paying attention though, and it's only as father turns to head out that you find the nerve to ask him about the tomb. "Did Bam tell you about the ruins I found? Out in the forest?"His brow furrows, but he nods in assent. "Yes, why?"You purse your lips in thought, perhaps it might not be best to tell your dad all of what happened. At least until you talk with Lord Rexas more."I was wondering if you knew anything about them. The statues all looked really old, and they looked kind of Jedi-ey."He shrugs, then strokes his beard again while he answers. "Nothing comes to mind immediately. They're on our holdings, so they must have been surveyed at some point. I'll be a bit busy over the next few days, but I'm sure there'll be something in the family archives if you're that interested."You thank him for sharing and he goes back to his office, though not before promising to have a meal sent up. You lay back in your chair and wait, fiddling with the device you brought back from the tomb. Most of it's cracked and broken, but it still glows from within.>Push at it, try to figure out how it workx.>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
>>3795696>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
>>3795696>>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
>>3795696>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.If it's broke don't fuck with it.
>>3795696>>Push at it, try to figure out how it workx.we must have more power
You chuck it from one hand to the other, then put it in a drawer that slides out from under the table. You eat, then head to bed.The next day is as boring as most. Lessons in politics, philosophy and math in the morning alongside composition and a bit of recent history. Nothing too strenuous. It's when your last instructor sends you away that the day really starts. All morning you've been waiting to finally take a look at the archives, to start finding the solution to this incredible mystery.The archive room is rather large, containing both data servers and several shelves of actual books. There's a terminal over in one corner, and plenty of couches to sit on in your search for answers.Those very answers turn out to be less than satisfying. Your father was right, the ruins had been surveyed before by house Meriss. Unfortunately, the excavator's report states they had supposedly found nothing of value, and were unable to breach the door. Strange, considering how easily it opened for you."Of course they couldn't open the door. The tomb itself turns away those it finds wanting."And Lord Rexas is back, you hope that appearing behind you doesn't become a habit. You've had more than enough sudden shocks for one life. He crosses his arms and groans as he stares at the report's title. "Unknown Ruins... Hmph. I was hoping it'd be your clan that stole my belongings. It's strange being so far from my body."His masked face turns back to you, then he lets out a sharp exhalation. "And of course, you might have more success with a few artefacts to meditate on.">Two questions, you get two questions.
>>3795806>How do I make my body stronger?>How do I use the Force?
>>3795806What he thinks we should focus on?What we can do to improve communication between us?>>3795818>"Eat plenty of food, work out"
>>3795837>and study alchemy
>>3795854We have no idea what sith, the force etc is and our first question is about sith alchemy?>>3795818I'll support this
>>3795867>We have no idea what sith, the force etc is and our first question is about sith alchemy?read the chain
>Oh master, teach me the secret of GAINS>How to Force good.
>>3795881>>3793413>He hums to himself, before crossing his arms and leaning over you. "I know we didn't win, in the end. Not after the Jedi slew me. but it is obvious some of my order survived. Tell me boy, do you know of Revan? The Galaxy's saviour? What of the Sith Empire, did we at least survive?">You don't know any of those things, the names keep coming, and the spirit seems to grow more and more desperate as they go. It is not long before the spectre turns silent, and you see him for what he truly is. A relic of a bygone age.>"You truly know nothing of the Sith?">You shake your head. He inhales, then turns to you with rage in his eyes. "Good! GOOD! Those slaves to desire deserve to be forgotten! I would have revolutionised the Empire were it not for their treachery!" Then he slowly steps towards you, arms outstretched. "But I have not been forgotten... Tell me boy, you clearly know of the force. Even diminished as I am, I can sense your reliance on it. But you have only begun to scratch the surface. I cannot allow the ways of my people to die and you must learn control. Would you be my apprentice?"
>>3795885>"I don't know kid ask your nutritionist"
>>3795886>>3795837>>"Eat plenty of food, work out">>3795854>>3795837>>and study alchemyHe was adding onto the prior post, not suggesting it as a question.
>>3795867That being said, I absolutely would love to become an alchemist, just not when we have no clue what alchemy even is.
>>3795904I'm quite sure our character understand concept of alchemy
>>3795913Yes they are two different thingsThanks for the (you)?
>>3795909I'm quite sure that our character is fully capable of comprehending Sith Alchemy. I am also quite sure, given that were are a noble scion on a planet renowned for it's factories and star-ship production that we have some grounding in both traditional chemistry, physics and engineering. What we have never had a formal education is basically anything force related Sith legends tend to be suppressed by the Jedi, so I have little idea as to how we would even know that combining the force with chemistry is a thing. That being said, as soon as we can I would like to start learning Alchemy.
"You said before that I could use the Force before, that I'd barely even started." You look around briefly, suddenly very wary of servants overhearing. "What do I do next? What can I do?"He sits down next to you, and you watch as branches and leaves start growing on the wooden table before turning to dust. One bright green leaf floats in a beautiful arc across to you, and lands neatly on your datapad. Rexas looks you in the eye, not breaking contact for a second. "The question is not what you can do, my apprentice. The question, is if there is anything you cannot do..." He stands up and gestures with both arms to the room around you. "I'm dead, and yet here I stand. In life, I was the second most powerful being in existence and led armies across the galaxy. I was, in terms of pure lightsaber skill, the greatest duellist one could find. The unrivalled master of Terentatek Style."He stops and seems to regain himself, pointing a gloved finger at you. "There will be differences between us, surely. I was one of the many who did not receive visions of the future for example, you may be different. By the time I am done as your teacher, you will be the mightiest Force user in this galaxy, mark my words."You can't help but be inspired by his rhetoric, he still technically hasn't answered your question though. "But how do I learn it."He simply shrugs and crosses his arms. "If you were younger I'd start with general philosophy, but you already have teachers for that and I don't want to waste my time going over things you've already learnt. I will teach you in the afternoons. You'll need to clear a space somewhere but I think you can manage that easily enough."tbc
>>3795931>I will teach you in the afternoons. You'll need to clear a space somewhere but I think you can manage that easily enough.> "I want spend my afternoon alone in closed room. I want no one to disturb me. Ignore the noises">"Ah, young master is at THAT age already"
>>3795931"At it's most base, usage of the Force is simply learning to exert one's will. The force is everywhere, and receptive to the wishes of those who can hear it. It requires determination and control, and an ungodly strength of will, but your reward for learning to master the Force is freedom, true freedom. You might fail, and you wouldn't be the first." He raises one hand, wobbling it in the air. "It is a delicate balancing act."You look down, adjusting your shirt as a particularly nasty thought comes to mind. Rexas notices, and tilts his head before asking "Is something the matter, initiate?""I'm..." You start, not quite wanting to verbalise the thought. "I'm not strong though, I should be dead. I got a fever once when I was a bit younger and it nearly killed me." His response is brutal, and entirely to the point."So you're going to sit around whining about it? Strength isn't something you have, it's something you cultivate, and it takes many forms. You're weak in body yes, and we're going to have to find a way of fixing that, but until we do you'll just have to compensate in other ways. You're already halfway there.""What do you mean?"He laughs, and pokes you hard in the chest. "You might be holding yourself together with adhesive and hope, but that alone is impressive for a youngling. Pushing a FEATHER, is impressive for a youngling. You cling to life with a tenacity that would be impressive if I hadn't transcended the very concept of death. And you use the force to do it." He stops, before scratching at the side of his neck in thought. "There are other ways too. Sith Alchemy could fix everything if the legends of old are true, reinforcing the body with Force infused vat-grown flesh or steel. I never learnt that art beyond the very basic principles though. Remember, all things are possible through the Force, Who's to say there are not more ways of strengthening oneself yet to be discovered.""Now go, and prepare for your training.tbc
[Just noticed how late it is. Will continue at some point tomorrow.]
He's rather verbose, this Lord. But the sheer vehemence and enthusiasm with which he speaks makes it difficult not to believe every word.Having not found anything on the Sith, It's not long before you're back up in your chambers, having rearranged a side room for your purposes. You could simply have went to the gardens, but your father's small army of gardeners and caretakers would make learning anything there impossible.Your ancient, deceased instructor stands in the centre of the room. It's an old guest chamber just off of your lounge, which never really got any use for the usual reason."There are two main philosophies of Force manipulation." He begins once you've sat down. "Or at least there were back in my day. We had more, lots of fringe cults and the like, but they all originated from these two. First is the Way of the Jedi, where the Jedi seeks to remove himself from desire and attachment to cultivate a mindset of detached enlightenment, They suppressed emotion and denied passion to maintain a calm and focused mind, so that they were focused enough to freely manipulate the force. This is usually considered the safest way, but it is not without it's weaknesses. Without moderation, one can become apathetic and listless, stagnating as those around you beg for your aid."He points to the glowing pyramid, placed between you and him on the floor, which shifts to a deep red glow."Then there is the Way of the Sith. Sith immerse themselves in emotions and passion, Anger can lend you strength in battle, Fear sharpens the mind and quickens reflexes. Ambition grants you the will to change things. This Way is one of explosive power and growth. Your passions and ambition drive you ever upward, until you either reach the pinnacles of your ability or fall. It's rewards are incredible, but the risks are great. It is all too easy to give in to your emotions fully, becoming a slave to your desires instead of their master. I have seen Sith murder their truest friends over minor irritations, and weaken themselves simply to spite an enemy."He kneels over the artifact, and it begins swapping back and forth between red and blue, growing dimmer and dimmer each time."For aeons the Sith and Jedi have done battle, killing billions and rendering worlds barren. Jedi fell and became Sith, Sith abandoned their ways and became Jedi but the conflict itself never changed or ended. Until Revan."The pyramid sparks and belches thin smoke from a crack in it's centre, which forms a figure above Rexas' hand. You take a close look and recognise it as the central statue from the tomb's burial chamber.Cont
>>3797149"First, he was a Jedi, then he became Sith. Then he died, and was reborn as something new. The strength and ambition of a Sith Lord was leashed, muzzled and brought to heel by the iron discipline of a Jedi Master."The smoky figure in his hand becomes two snakes, one with a red eye and one with a blue eye. They coil together and bite their tails, forming an infinity sign above the spectre's hand."The Sith code's final line is a simple declaration, The Force Will Set Me Free."He moulds the symbol with his fingers, balling the smoke in his hand. "I will teach you Revan's Way, and mine after him. The Way of The Strong. You will start by focusing yourself... and holding this smoke in your hands.">Roll me D100's>Best of three>20 succeeds, 50 without straining your body
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>3797166
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>3797166
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>3797166Let's see if I remember how to do this.
Ever since that fateful night nine years ago, you've been able to look with more than just your eyes. A strange perception that's difficult to explain to others, especially your father, who's interested in the force only as long as he needs to be. You know it well though. The only way to really describe it is like looking into broken glass. You can see lines and spiderwebs connecting everything, with the width determined by the strength of that connection. One example would be your father and his signet ring. They are bound with thick chains of duty and pride.Another example is Lord Rexas, and the glowing pyramid. Love, joy regret and sadness all mingle in a mighty braided cord, stronger than any bond you've ever seen. You can't see any other bonds from him, which is slightly confusing. But he did mention shields yesterday, so you imagine he might be concealing parts of himself through the force somehow.He coughs, and you realise you've been staring. "My apologies, Lord." You clear your throat and lean forwards, eager to start. You stare for a moment at the balled smoke, wondering how best to proceed. You can still see the smoke of course, but you've a feeling this won't be quite as simple as reaching out and grabbing it.You struggle with the thought, you know the myths and stories of course, but moving something without touching it is a difficult concept to grasp, you were raised on ideas of cause and effect after all. You're about to ask your teacher, but his voice from before echoes in your ears. "-Learning to exert one's will.""The force is everywhere, and receptive to the wishes of those who can hear it.."He's already told you how, you just needed to listen. Lucky for you listening is one of the things you do best. You reach out with both your hand and mind, watching as thin threads spread out from your fingers and latch onto the smoke. It floats up the thin strings, looking for all the galaxy like another outstretched hand. You grasp it firmly in yours, and push a thought down towards the smoke, mouth wide in a cheek splitting smile as it responds and curls into your hand.It doesn't hurt at all, not even a twinge. There's no shortness of breath or tunnel vision. You can do it! You look over to Lord Rexas and see him nodding,The rest of the day is spent learning to bend the smoke, making it move. Chapter One:Old Teachers. EndUp Next Chapter Two: New Friends.
Nine years ago?
>>3797260When we first used the Force.
>>3797271Ah, makes sense.
You're fourteen now, taller and wiser than before with a new perspective on things. Your studies in the force have advanced alongside your understanding of more mundane matters. You've learnt the arts of telekinetic control, alongside shielding your thoughts from others. You've kept the truth of the tomb from your father, there never really seemed to be a good time to tell him. Little else has changed around the manor, except a few new faces in the servant quarters. You've made sure to introduce yourself, but you've little reason to speak with most of them. Most of them that is, except for Aola who's taken it upon herself to act as your bodyguard."Please, help me Kadwyn!"Completing your merry band of fools and corpses is Jerec Lokk, second son of the Lokk family and resident troublemaker. He's tan skinned with long blonde hair and a perpetually ruffled demeanour alongside a magnetic attraction to girls, which tends to end the same way whenever he tries to use his "roguish charm" on Aola. Seeing your companions wrestling on the stone floor never fails to raise your spirits.(Wrestling might be the wrong word for it though, as it implies a fair competition and Aola is six and a half foot tall, not to mention four years older.)You just chuckle as she "ruthlessly" raps the top of Jerec's head with her knuckles, a sadistic look on her face.>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?">Walk over and halfheartedly start kicking the pile of goofball. You'll either hit Aola and bounce off, or kick Jerec which doesn't matter.>"Come on Aola, he's had enough.">Write in.
>>3797352>Walk over and halfheartedly start kicking the pile of goofball. You'll either hit Aola and bounce off, or kick Jerec which doesn't matter.
>>3797352>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"
>>3797352>>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"
>>3797352>"Come on Aola, he's had enough."
>>3797356>>3797359>>3797383biting sarcasm wins the day.
>>3797402sarcasm is the second step to the dark side for a reason
>>3797408Obiwan confimed darth plagueis in disguise
"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?" You gesture wildly as they roll about, Jerec never quite managing to get away."It'd get her off me at least!" he whines, "c'mon maaan."You shrug, before slapping your chest with one hand and being rewarded with a mouthful of blood. Aola immediately lets go of Jerec with a yelp, both hands in front of her."Don't you dare! I swear I'll-"You just swallow and laugh, being joined by Jerec soon after."Oh yeah, laugh it up." She huffs, before crossing her arms. "You two are disgusting."Jerec gives her his signature double finger snap into finger-guns, making every sentient being within a three mile radius cringe on reflex. "Yeah, but you love us though."She shrugs, before taking a heroic pose. "Kadwyn's okay, he just hangs out with you." It'd be hurtful, if they hadn't had this exact conversation over and over since meeting, both with smiles plastered on. You just sigh and try to remember where you were in the equation, glancing over the datapads and textbooks spread over the table. You try to get back into it while the other two bicker, but eventually throw down the towel just as Jerec turns to you with an expectant look on his face.Chssk, he asked you something..."Uh, sorry what?""I was saying we should get some fresh air, I know you're good for it and your pa'll probably let you out with other people. If not we can just rock around the gardens for a while.">You should really be studying, that's technically why he's here. >You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
>>3797459>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.I smell a plot hook.
>>3797459>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.
>>3797459>>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
>>3797459>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
>>3797459>>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.Have we been trained in swordfighting even a little bit by Lord Rexas?
>>3797540The tie is broken, and that's about to be addressed.
"Hmmmm..." They clearly do need to burn off some energy. "I'd rather not ask him anything now, he's got meetings all day and I don't want to interrupt." Jerec's leans back in his seat and mutters a swear word under his breath, clearly disappointed his idea was shut down. You sigh, before sitting up as an idea hits you."Why don't we go up to the attic, see if we can find anything cool?"They both look at you, confused. At first you're thrown off a bit, then remember that Jerec's new money and Aola's family are peasants."Our house is hundreds of years old, it's got all sorts of cool stuff up there." You grin then lean forwards to whisper. "I found a bunch of swords up there once."Jerec opens his mouth to say something, but he's interrupted by Aola."Nice..."The three of you rush to your feet, eager to start exploring. Unfortunately doing so unbalances the half full teacup you had placed right on the edge of the table, drenching your trousers in leaf juice. You just sigh and wave off the others' concerned looks."The ladder folds out of the roof just down the hall from father's chambers. Just look up and you'll see some braided rope hanging from the ceiling. I'll get changed and be right there."You head back to your room as quickly and as dignified as possible for one with wet trousers. It's not too long before you're looking yourself in the mirror...>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems. (+2 Charisma)STATS that don't really mean anything, but are a decent measuring stick. 2 is average human.Body 1/5Mind 4/5Force 4/5Charisma 2/5Eventually, it comes down to picking an outfit. Eventually, you pull out one of your favourites.>Discuss.I've got to go to dinner, so I'll be away for a few hours.
>>3797599>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)Fix our weakness first
>>3797599>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
>>3797599>>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)cant fight the jedi if we cant endure a light saber duel
>>3797627>cant fight the jedi if we cant endure a light saber duelImplying we won't just force plague and then crush them.
>>3797599>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)I understand that picking +2 body is absolutely the most practical option we have open to us and that I should probably vote for it. But being at the literal peak of what is capable for a human mind and having the highest possible potential in the force gives us the chance to be absolutely nuts. It would probably turn us into a massive glass cannon, but that's a risk I think we should take for the pure potential that having the maximum possible mind + force stats would give us.
>>3797654Yeah, I can get behind it. We'll shape our body with pure anger and refusal to give in to mere genes in due time.
>>3797654Supporting. No reason to stop being Darth Elric.
>>3797654+1We can always just do what Palpatine and Yoda did and just MAKE ourselves function using the force. And seeing as we can get Sith Alchemy later, we can just fix our body. We can't improve our force potential like that, nor our mind.
>>3797599>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
>>3797599I would vote>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems. (+2 Charisma)but it doesn't look like I'll get much support there, so voting>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
>>3797654Counterpoint: We'll get killed in melee with a force user before we can reach this hypothetical godlike potential
>>3797654Support.>>3797743I think anons can avoid that situation with good decision making.
>>3797749There's only so many decisions we can make with a limited minmaxed toolset.
>>3797751The tactical toolset is still very wide considering our exception skills.
Wait, does +2/5 mean +.4, +1 or +2?The biggest reason I don't want to go +body right now is that we didn't really work for it. We aren't strong, our character recognizes this as an issue, and we were told that if we want strength, we're going to have to work for it. Suddenly having a body stat the same as or better than the average human just because we lucked out in the genetic lottery feels wrong to me.
>>3797654THIS, the Sith aren't known for not taking risks. Imagine the power we could wield, force lightning and mind breaking alike, we'd be unstoppable.
>>3797751The Force is far less limited than Physical Strength.
We're under the tutelage of one of the greatest swordsmen in history. It'd be a waste to neglect that opportunity.
Ah, just got back and realised that my phrasing was a bit off. Picking strength only makes it go up by one, but you also get the very beginnings of training.I should have written it as +1 Body+basic training or something.
>>3797923We're only fourteen and there's plenty of time to shore up sportsmanship when we've mastered the force three decades before expectation.
>>3797599>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)We can always get MAD GAINS later, but the earlier we start powering up with the Force, the better.
>>3797599>>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)Gymcels, when will they learn?
>>3797599>>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
>>3797599>>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
>>3797599>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)Sometimes you just have to force these things.
>>3797599 #>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
>>3797599>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems.Fuck you faggots, CHA build best build
>>3798765you are entitle to your wrong opinion, you raging bundle of inaproppriate expletives
alright, I'm cutting it off here. I shall tally the votes and get to writing.
You shake your head and go back through your wardrobe, pulling on a comfortable shirt and slacks combination. It's not exactly travel gear but your usual stuff's in the wash.The others are waiting for you under the hatch, having pulled down the ladder and hatch. You wave them to go up, following close behind with one hand over your mouth.. The Meriss family attic is one of the more interesting things about the manor, and a source of endless amusement when you were younger. It's a long, round room with a low ceiling. There's all sorts of old paintings, dusty furniture and boxes of assorted old stuff. One example being half a dozen Kuati duelling sabres over in a big pile near the entrance, currently being fawned over by Aola. Jerec's going through a long line of paintings over by one wall, seemingly a bit hesitant to wade into the collected detritus of three hundred years which covers the rest of the hall. He seems to be working out whether or not satisfying his curiosity is worth the risk of getting his clothes dirty.>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.>Go get into trouble with Jerec, chances are he'll hurt himself and you'll find something interesting.>Leave them to it and go looking for something new to show them. The whole point of this was to find something new and cool.
>>3798854>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.
Look for something new
>>3798854shit, forgot to add the first bit.Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning, both Force related and mundane. More and more, you find yourself interested in the sciences and mysteries described by your master. The Sith alchemy he speaks of haunts your mind more and more as you grow older, especially given your ailing constitution.
>>3798854>>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.we can still look for something new, showing swords to a girl is something special
>>3798854>Leave them to it and go looking for something new to show them. The whole point of this was to find something new and cool.
>>3798854>>Leave them to it and go looking for something new to show them. The whole point of this was to find something new and cool.Mystery box? WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!
>>3798861Bah!Training the body is the most important thing when you are still growing.That is the time to go full bodybuilder if you want optimal results. Learning of course is better while young as well but the body is way harder to train once you reach adulthood compared to learning.
nerding out over swords wins. I'll get right on that.
Aola unsheathes one of the swords just as you get over, waving it in a lazy arc before spthrusting at an imaginary opponent, "Why'd you have swords in your attic? Is it just a noble thing or what?"You shrug, before picking one up for yourself. "Usually they'd be hung up around the house as a decoration, or for if we had to duel someone. Father had them moved here after I was born."She makes a hum of acknowledgement, continuing to fence with it as you take a closer look at your sabre. It's a fairly simple blade, probably made of durasteel or some similar metal. The handguard is beautifully carved, and it curves into a wicked point at the end. Traditional Kuati duels are fought shirtless, but you decide not to mention that in front of Jerec, as he might get ideas.You'd rather not have to separate them again just yet.Speaking of the devil, he takes up one for himself having decided to come over as well. He immediately unsheathes it with an elaborate flourish, before letting out a triumphant "aha!" and leaping about like some old Holo-star. "My name is Jerec, you killed my brother, now prepare to perish."Aola just furrows her brow in confusion. "I thought it was his father that died in that one, or maybe his wife..."You smile, before leaning on the blade and stroking your chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Well they are Caridan, so why not both?"Jerec sighs as you and Aola chuckle. Unfortunately for him Kuati nobles have no real stereotypes apart from being insanely rich, which is not so easily mocked."I swear you guys, one of these days you're going to need lots of angry men with guns for something. And when that day comes you'll be like "Help me Jerec, please." And I'll send you a small, poorly trained militia with sticks and a rock. And they'll all have to SHARE the rock."You smirk and lean forward, about to retort with something undoubtedly witty, but you're interrupted by Aola."Do you guys hear that?"You stop, and yes you do. A quiet noise off in the distance, coming from outside. It's the humming you've come to associate with repulsorlift engines, having seen them in holos and ridden in some very occasionally.tbc.
You head over to a small window at the front of the room and look out into the grounds. Most of the land around your family estate is a heavily wooded valley, but there's a single Road, leading to a small landing pad nearby. Said landing pad is being swiftly approached by a rather ornate shuttle you recognise as belonging to Jerec's father, Baron Lokk."Strange." Jerec intones."I wasn't expecting him to arrive until the meeting tomorrow." You wait and watch as Aola grumbles in worry. The shuttle gets closer and lands, disgorging a few elegantly robed figures recognise only in passing. Members of Father's political coalition, allies both in business and from the galactic senate. As they walk up the path, you recognise the chairman of Rothana Heavy Engineering alongside a few others you've not seen before. Two individuals in particular stand out, one is a man you'd guess is maybe ten years your senior, wearing a grey and vaguely military looking uniform. The other a tall, older gentleman with a black tunic and brown cloak. Any other features are too far to guess at."I haven't spoken to father yet today, there may have been a change of plans. We should probably go down and clear the lounge."Jerec scratches at the back of his head awkwardly, before nodding. "Yeah, I should probably go say hi to my pops as well." He turns to leave, before spinning on his heels and addressing you, a manic gleam in his eyes. "Wait! can I show my old man the sword, he was super into duelling when he was younger.">ehhhh, doesn't seem like the best idea, plus they'll probably be really busy.>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.>Write in.
>>3799095>>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
>>3799095>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
>>3799125>>3799120>>3799116>>3799099The unanimous choice of swords being cool.That's pretty cool.
>>3799128honestly, i don't understand how that was even a question kek
You drop your blade into an empty umbrella stand as you give him a thumbs up. On the way to your room, you stop one of the cleaners and ask if he can tidy the lounge where you were studying. After making yourself presentable, you head down towards the lobby, standing ready to receive your guests. Father's waiting there as well, and he gives you a small smile as you wait."There was a mistake made when calculating hyperspace times. Most of the Militarist party's getting here tomorrow, but our guests will have to stay overnight." He looks over, and raises his hand to get Aola's attention. "Could you have the other servants prepare the guest rooms please? This was all rather short notice."She nods, gives the two of you a short bow and walks off down the hall. "There'll be no meetings today, at least no official ones. If you're up for it, a few of my trusted allies have been expressing an interest in getting to meet you. I'd be grateful if you had lunch with us."You grin, and cross your hands behind your back."I'd like that."He simply nods, his smile growing infinitesimally wider. then you hear footprints behind you and his face turns to mild confusion. "Where on earth did you find that?"Jerec smiles as he pats the sword belted to his hip. "Up in the attic, I was gonna show it to dad."Lord Meriss' expression becomes unreadable for a moment, before he shrugs and points an authoritative finger at your friend. "Just remember to put it back afterwards. I don't want any of my butlers tripping over a sword. I'll tell your father and he'll tan your hide."Jerec goes a bit pale at that, but he never loses his cocky grin. He simply salutes and stands to attention, puffing out his chest. Bravado will see him through, it always does.Then the guests arrive. First through the doors is Jerec's father, who walks through with arms extended, the dark skin of his face the only flesh visible under all the jewellery and silken robes. "Stoneface! It's been too long! I hope my boy wasn't too much trouble?" He advances on your father and wraps him in a ferocious bear hug. Your father simply shrugs, his composure unbroken. "He's been a boy, as boys do."Your father manages to detach himself after a few seconds, long enough for Baron Lokk to notice you as well. "Ah and young Kadwyn, you're taller than before." He places a hand on your shoulder, smiling wide and giving it a shake. "Soon you'll be as big as your father eh? I say there's something in the water here on Kuat, no way it's natural."He stops talking and joking just long enough to notice his son, who's swiftly lost among the bigger man's robes. It looks for all the world like he's being eaten by a carpet, and you have to look away if you're to maintain your composure.Other guests file through just afterwards, you shake hands and politely introduce yourself to quite a few personalities, though few are as memorable as the Baron. tbc
That is until you get to the last three of the twelve or so guests. The first is a young man two years your senior, by the name of Dardan Fissk. He's all smiles and polite conversation, but a deeper look at him reveals what had previously been an inkling. He's bound to you and your father with thick chains of greed and ambition. That's not so uncommon in the rest, but never as thick as with this one. He's here representing his father's company Fissk Mining Incorporated, a sizeable supplier of durasteel and circuitry.You do your duty, and keep a polite veneer, but you resolve to [keep an eye on this one]The last two take a while to come through, as they're otherwise engaged speaking outside. However eventually they do enter.The first is a man covered in chains, to his uniform, the Republic insignia on his shoulder, and to the blaster pistol he's holstered under his armpit. It's patriotism, and a lot of it. There's chains of ambition as well, but so far they're mostly crossed or braided with other, more wholesome connections. He's tall and wiry, with high cheekbones and a gaunt face which gives the unfortunate impression that he's just swallowed something sour. Combined with his widow's peak, he's the spitting image of an evil sorcerer from that show Jerec never shuts up about. After introducing himself to your father, he turns to you, offering a nod and handshake."Wilhuff Tarkin, representing the Outland Regions Security Force." Force, you can hear the capital letters. "It's a pleasure to meet you.""Likewise."You're about to continue, but you're interrupted when Baron Lokk's booming voice drowns out the idle conversation. "Friends! Old and new all! First I would like to thank the honourable Lord Meriss for allowing us to meet here in his magnificent home. Secondly, I know the journey was long, and many of you are no doubt parched. For this reason, I would like to thank my friend again, for he has graciously prepared refreshments while we get settled in, and has asked me to invite you all into the hall while we prepare."While the others head through, your father politely excuses himself and returns to you, his brow furrowed with worry. You can see the threads of concern and fear that have always connected you two thicken as he approaches, alongside a strand of anger and frustration directed at Baron Lokk, for some reason."Kadywn." The way he says it sets your hair on end, you've never heard him so worried before in your life. He leans in close and whispers, walking you towards the stairs "You must go upstairs now and stay there, the last guest is-""Ah. Lord Meriss, I presume." A voice like rumbling thunder reverberates off the walls as you hear the door open one final time. "I would like to apologise for the sudden arrival, but I had business on the planet and our mutual friend the Baron asked I attend."d100's boys 40 to succeed, 70 without straining your body.
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>3799351
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>3799351
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>3799351
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>3799351>It's fucking Dookuoh God oh FUCK
>>3799358>>3799359>>3799361You did good anons.
>>3799362Dooku was pretty decent before falling to the Dark Side. He was trained by Yoda and then left the order because he disagreed with the corruption of the Senate. Not sure about what year it is, but he's definitely not the worst force user to be discovered by.
>>3799375Don't think I didn't notice that Tarkin is here too.
>>3799384Same. I think I'm more excited for him than the Count.
Well this is an interesting time period we've gotten ourselves into.
I think Palpatine is gonna about as happy with a Revanist Sith running around as the Jedi will be. Dooku would probably be pretty chill though. We need to set up an imperfect mind shield. If we don't let anything leak a trained force is gonna know somethings up for sure. We need to let some stuff slip w/o letting important stuff slip.
Your father stands smoothly and turns, face once more the mask of stone he so usually wears as he shakes the newcomer's hand. "Master Dooku, it's always a pleasure to be visited by Jedi."At the mention of Jedi, you finally realise why your father was so worried. You know they take children, both father and Lord Rexas were clear enough on that point. Your mental shields slam shut as you project a false front of believable emotion. Boredom and narcissism serve as an admirable misdirection, but you throw in just a little bit of interest as well. You're proud of your shields, practising over and over while Lord Rexas tested your mind for cracks or faults, shattering it over and over until the scars were tougher than bone. Metaphorically. You can see tendrils of thought and subconscious intent probe your minds outer shell, then slide off like rain on metal. This man's a Jedi Master, so you know that your only hope is to avoid notice. If he decides to investigate, you won't be able to resist.Play up what he expects to see, and his eyes will pass right over you... At least that's the theory. A minuscule crack opens in your shell, a hint of relief as his tendrils drift off, then they return. Pushing harder this time, observing."And you must be young Kadwyn. I must admit I've not heard much about you. Something of a recluse as I understand it?"You were so focused on the metaphysical that you neglected the material, and now he's stood in front of you with a hand outstretched. You take it, smiling politely as you focus on applying new layers of emotion to your shell."I was sickly, still am to be entirely honest. With age and medicine comes strength though. It's an honour to meet you."He smiles as his mind pushes further into yours, the sheer presence of him damn near blinding you. No wait... You actually did just go blind in your right eye. you continue to speak with him for a few exchanges of simple smalltalk, having fallen into the rhythm of it from previous senators. You daren't divert any attention away to fixing it, not while he's so intently probing."I saw your young friend, the Baron's boy... Jerec with a duelling saber. Tell me, are you an enthusiast as well?">Not yet, I've been too unwell. I hope to start soon though.>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.>write in.
>>3799472Sorry, forgot to add.>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
>>3799472>>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.It is a family heirloom after all. We're proud of our heritage.
>>3799472>>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
>>3799472>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
>hope that start soon
>>3799472>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.Big BRAIN boy
>>3799472>Somewhat, though mostly in theoryIt reflects our current attitude towards swords, so it shouldn't raise any red flags.
>>3799472>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.We are not the potential force user you are looking for.
>>3799472>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
>>3799486Changing too mostly theory
>>3799472>Somewhat, though mostly in theory
Wait no, that's a red herring!>>3798861>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning, both Force related and mundane. More and more, you find yourself interested in the sciences and mysteries described by your master. The Sith alchemy he speaks of haunts your mind more and more as you grow older, especially given your ailing constitution.Change your votes now!>>3799475>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
Where do you work out?The Archives...
>>3799520To clarify, >mostly in theory won
>>3799520We're doing those six inch curls all the time in our bedroom.
>>3799522I work out in Malachor V bro
>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academicBy the way, what vote won of body/mind/charisma vote?
>>3799556Mind, I think.
You feign a restrained interest, while mostly letting your mouth go on autopilot, It knows what to do after all. You've just got to politely deflect until you find a good excuse to head in for drinks. Then you can introduce him to other people, and he'll swap focus to them."Somewhat, although my sickness has limited my active participation so far. The blades are family heirlooms after all, and fencing is a properly civilised sport."He smiles and you can feel the tendrils retreat, seemingly satisfied. "That it is. I understand that Kuati fencing has much in common with Makashi. The Jedi lightsaber form I learnt. I hope one day to see you excel, health allowing."You smile as well, silently praying he'll think its for the praise. You can project false emotion well with the force, but you're a less than convincing liar usually. Luckily he seems to buy it, and the three of you walk through into the main hall, where he takes a drink from a nearby servant, and excuses himself.Your father sighs, before looking you in the eye and asking. "Do you think he knows?" You shake your head almost imperceptibly, and his shoulders slump in relief. "You won't be able to stay away now, he'll be expecting you."You nod, deep in thought. "It'd be suspicious, I'll make sure i'm seen sneaking a glass or two of wine, then excuse myself after the meal, say it upset my stomach."He looks at you with a rather surprised expression, before smiling and putting a hand on your shoulder. "You're a devious one aren't you?" There's a long moment before he steps closer and hugs you around the shoulders. "I... Love you son. No matter what happens."Soon you and your father will be submerged in conversation, this might be the last time you have to speak in private for the night. Do you have anything to say to him?>?
>>3799562yes, mind won.
>>3799592>"So where is my mother, anyways?"
>>3799592>I love you too father.
>>3799592>Love you too, Dad. Just not in a gay way. No homo.
>>3799610This, dad means well
>>3799592>You're a devious one aren't you?I like this development for Kadwyn. Do we have to pick up charisma upgrades to become better at deception, QM?>>3799610Yup.>>3799606OOC curious too.
>>3799592Love you too Dad. Thanks for taking such good care of me, I know it couldn't have been easy.inb4 we're a clone of our father
>>3799592>>I love you too, dad.
>>3799618It depends, there's a bit of overlap. Generally if you're using the force then it's force, and if you're trying to sell someone on something then it's charisma. Lying to someone's face for example would be charisma deception. Drinking a bit, then going to bed so people will think you're tipsy is more of a logical extrapolation of what people might think.Mind is planningCharisma is execution and raw skill.
IC>Profess love for paternal figureOOC>Expess interest in maternal figure>Did she die in childbirth, perhaps of broken heart?
>>3799592>Love you too father>Seeing a Jedi was unexpected, are we expecting any other "unusual" guests to arrive tomorrow?
>>3799708>>Seeing a Jedi was unexpected, are we expecting any other "unusual" guests to arrive tomorrow?This is a decent question to ask.
You hug him back and repeat his words, holding contact for a few seconds before letting go and taking breath. The two of you regain your composure in unison, standing tall with stoic faces and five hundred years of family pride. The two of you nod to each other in synchronicity, then walk into the crowd.The next half hour or so is spent avoiding the Jedi in the room and talking with various members of this new party. They're calling themselves the Militarists, though you don't quite get anything more than that, the meeting proper is tomorrow and most of them are unwilling to discuss the matter without everyone being present. You decide to hold off rather than push for details, as you'll most likely get all the answers tomorrow, so long as father lets you sit in.Looking around, you notice that most of the interests represented in this room are actually fairly small in the scheme of things. Baron Lokk and your father are the only two Coreworld Senators in the room, with most of the groups being either businessmen or representatives of smaller Rimward planets. [Those most affected by piracy and the Hutts.]The only two that don't fit are Master Dooku and Tarkin. [The Jedi knows how to play the game, but you don't know whether he's here as Count Dooku of Serenno, or Master Dooku of the Order] Tarkin is just thoroughly out of place. He has the manners and bearing to fit in, but he's [clearly a soldier] and [came armed] which seems to put off the others. Strange, considering their name.>You see Dooku get up to take another glass of wine, chuckling sensibly at some pithy comment by Chairman Zosh from the Rothana Heavy Engineering company. If you've got the nerve, you might be able to gather some more information now he's at rest.>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?You see Lord Rexas for a split second in the crowd, he nods at you then walks into a mirror.
>>3799719>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
>>3799719>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?Safest option. So why is Lord Rexas training us anyway?
>>3799732He's the last of the Revanites and thinks they all died out. Wants to restart things, I presume, so there's something besides Jedi and Sith out there.
>>3799719>>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.
>>3799719>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.
>>3799732He's stated one reason, whether that's the truth or not is up for debate, like most things Sith say.
>>3799719>>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
>>3799719>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.What's Jerec up to right now?
>>3799749[You're not entirely sure, you haven't seen him in a while.]
10 more minutes to vote, then i'll start writing.
>>3799734Makes sense.>>3799745True.>>3799758Eh, he's got a sword, I'm sure he'll be fine.
Gonna need a tiebreaker between young Tarkin and Fissk
>>3799782Fissk it is then.
You take a circuitous path towards the table, stopping a few times to make short and simple conversation that you're only half listening to. The representative from Agamar has gotten a little bit tipsy, and laughs entirely too loudly into your ear as you pass. You keep the anger spinning, like a plate on a stick for later. It might be useful. Eventually however, your orbit of the room takes you close enough to hear the game. Baron Lokk's deep voice might be difficult to hear, had he not been so excited about winning."Hahaa! You're lucky we aren't playing for credits Mister Fissk, I've always been a spectacularly lucky man, built my fortune on it, don't you know."Fissk, to his credit is totally calm, clearly enjoying the game even if he's lost a few hands. "Ah well, Pazaak's a game of skill too. Sooner or later our luck'll even out, and then I'll start winning." He looks down at his hand, with four cards left to his opponent's one. "I'm playing the long game see?""Hmmm." Lokk vocalises as he looks between his hand and his opponents, eyes widening in comprehension. Yes, i suppose there would be an element of strategy there. This is a very interesting game Mister Fissk."You switch to your other sight, and are nearly blinded by the hate directed at Baron Lokk. Fissk's face is perfect, but you've ways around that."Interesting indeed." he says, still the picture of conviviality. "Interesting enough for our young host? Cut your engines and take a seat lad. It can be played with three after all." He smirks, looking you up and down. "Or maybe it's not your kind of game?"You're jolted out of your observation, nearly spilling your champagne. Turns out the bubble of people you were hiding in dispersed while you were distracted. You've really got to work on that.>Sure I'll play.>I'd prefer to observe, I'm dismally unlucky.>write in
>>3799856>Sure I'll play.Pure pazaak
>>3799856>>Sure I'll play.
>>3799856>>Sure I'll play. PAZAAK!!!
>>3799863>>3799876>>3799879>>3799880I knew it would be irresistible.PURE PAZAAK +20XP
>>3799856>Sure I'll playI can see why he'd hate Lokk, dude's a ponce
>>3799856>Sure I'll play.
You set your drink down on the table and pull up a seat. "Sure, I'll play. What are the rules?" Fissk chuckles at that, before putting his hand down on the table."Same rules as any card game boyo, win and don't get caught cheating." He turns back to Lokk before continuing. "Mind if we call it your win? We'll start a new game, Senate rules."Lokk puts his one card down on the table, displaying a grey zero. "no, your win. I had the first few rounds, but you were going to beat me in the long run." He smiles sheepishly, before turning to you. "You don't get to pick up cards after the first round.""Don't go explainin' it back to front now or you'll confuse the lad." Fissk says, shuffling the decks. "There's two decks right, both have numbers on from one to five. I stick the first deck down here." He puts the first deck down in between all three of you. "Then I deal five cards from THIS deck." He says, shaking the other in his hand. "To everyone. We keep those five cards for the whole game."You nod, following along fairly easily."Each turn we all either play a card from our hands, or from the middle deck. Get as close to 21 as possible without going over. If you go over you're out. Last one standing wins the hand and we shuffle the cards on the table. Like your friend said, you don't get to pick up more cards into your hand though. Get it?""Got it." You say, taking up your cards. "But why's it called Senate rules?"Both of the older two smirk, and Lokk gestures Fissk to continue."'Cause we aren't playing for money, so none of this matters and nothing actually happens."You grin, and the game begins. Now, what's the plan? You're obviously going to use the game to get him talking, but something really doesn't seem right about this guy. [He's got no connections to anyone else here that's deeper than base negative emotion, whether in terms of greed, hate or ambition.]>Ask some details about his background, try to figure him out a bit.>You could just ask why he's here? Seems like a good way to go about it.>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.>You could ask how he got an invite?>write in.
>>3799946>Ask some details about his background, try to figure him out a bit.
>>3799946>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
>>3799946>>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.I don't think asking him up-front why he's here is polite.
>>3799946>>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
>>3799954>>3799955>>3799956>>3799959[Casino Royale theme intensifies]Roll me a d10070 to win the hand.
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>3799963
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>3799963
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>3799963
>>3799967You did it anon. you saved christmas.
>>3799981But what if Anon celebrates Kwanza?
>>3799983Kwanza was never in danger, it's too obscure.
>>3799990I don't think it's canonicity within the star wars continuum was ever established.
Too much smug, you will not ssurvive
You play through the first two turns, double twos for you. While the others both end up at seven each, no one has played any cards yet so you've decided to hang onto yours as well. Ideally you'd be able to win the first hand without tipping your hand.Said hand consists of two threes, two fours and a minus five, something you notice mr Fissk left out of his explanation.As you all take up your third card, you clear your throat to get Fissk's attention, before playing your opening gambit. "I know we were briefly introduced earlier, but do you mind if I ask how you know my father? I don't think he's spoken of you before." You smile thinly before continuing. "Although I might be mistaken."He remains unflappable as ever, but a thin thread of fear connects the two of you as you ask your question."Oh, I don't actually know him all that well. My boss is a very busy man, so I was sent in to shake the hands and such. They've probably already signed all the papers, so I'm mostly just here for show." He places one of his cards down rather than pick up on the fourth round, taking his total to 16.You make a polite noise of acknowledgement, and pick up another card, landing you square on 20. Lokk picks up as well, putting him down at 19. You hold, putting your cards down on the table and hoping neither of them get a 21.Lokk decides to draw another card rather than play and pays for it, busting at 24. Fissk is almost the same, drawing up to 18, then going bust on the next turn with a four.[Why would he be scared of you?]D100 again for the next hand75 to win
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>3800057
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>3800057
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>3800057
>>3800075>>3800066>>3800063Not so lucky this time, mr bond
>>3800063>>3800066>>3800075Tch, win some you lose some.
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>3800057
The next hand doesn't go so well, both of the others get a one for their first card, while you're stuck with a five. By the third round you're at thirteen, while the other two are both below ten. You groan as you go over your hand, oh so tempted to play that minus five and put yourself back in the running for this round."So boy, I can't imagine there's much to do in a place like this. What do you do all day? That is when you're not playin' cards wit' union reps." You shake your head from side to side, picking up another card and putting yourself at 15. The other two pick up as well, but you're a bit busy twisting Fissk's statement around in your head to notice. "Learn mostly, History philosophy and things of that nature. I'm quite the academic."He frowns. "Not much for sports eh?" You and Lokk share a slightly disbelieving look."No, I was a bit fragile... When I was younger." You pick up a card as you say it, finding yourself at 18. God, you could play a three and win for sure. Unless they went for the 21 as well. Hmmm...in the end you draw again, picking a four and going bust. Lokk's overly cautious as well, not playing a card when he very obviously could. Fissk takes the match, chuckling as he points the cards at Lokk."Told you, just a matter of time."You can hear the chatter of servants, and smell roasted meats. Lunch will be served soon. Best wrap this up.>What about your childhood? Get in his head.>Have you met Master Dooku yet? [I heard Jedi can read minds]>Just one more round, you've got most of what you need to formulate an opinion.>write in.
>>3800138>Have you met Master Dooku yet? [I heard Jedi can read minds]INFO
>>3800138>>What about your childhood? Get in his head.
>>3800138>What about your childhood? Get in his head.
I'm gonna hit the sack. see you guys in 13 hours.
>>3800176Thought for those that remain awake. What do you think Kadwyn's outfit should be?>discuss.
>>3800181star wars samurai style
>>3800181Just whatever the fuck a 14 year old Kuati noble normally wears.
>>3800181>>3800234makes the most sense
>>3800234Well, what does a kuati noble wear and, perhaps more importantly: Do we have house colours? A seal? etc etc
>>3800840Maybe something like the fashion sense of this bastard.
>>3800138>Have you met Master Dooku yet? [I heard Jedi can read minds]>>3800234Also this.
>>3800840Well that's the thing, normally I'd either think of something, or check canon but I can't think of anything. I'd imagine something fairly modern looking, given the whole industrial planet coreworld thing.Colours and seal I've kind of been sidestepping until now, because I wanted to throw that at you guys to play with, but If I was to choose myself, I'd probably go with silver and greyish blue.
>>3801090how about something like this, without the cape and the armbands
>>3800427Darth Bane?>>3800909>>3801090An all dark suit and corp logo. Btw, what does the company specialize in?
>>3801112You've got a few stocks in KDY and controlling interests in a planetary scale Kuati banking firm, but most of the family's money comes from land ownership. Your family bought up almost a third of Kuat's capital during a crash about three hundred years ago and have held onto it since.
>>3801090Something like this? I'm not entirely sure on colouring or...anything, frankly, just something I tossed together right quick.Thoughts people?
>>3801126It's awesome. Getting science-ey and land vibes from it alright. Yeah but maybe black and gold or something.
>>3801126this is looking good anon.Alright, D100's for the next hand. You're gonna ask about his background.70 to win the hand.
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>3801141So, ~65% to win on 3 rolls?
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>3801141
>>3801146You have force powers, they don't. Fate is a bit skewed in your direction here.
Rolled 89 (1d100)>>3801141Whoop whoop
Rolled 24 (1d100)>>3801141
>>3801146>>3801149>>3801155Look at all the rolls. We'll get noticed by Dooku like that, tone it down!
>>3801134>>3801141Thank you. I'm heading out now, so if someone wants to sit and do some re-colouring then please do. I'd probably avoid black to much, at that poin't we'd be getting surprisingly close to the sith empire/old republic emblems. Naturally there is absolutely no connection between a family having a seal inspired by something like that and the bloody tomb of a sith right next to their mansion. That'd the silly.
>>3801161Yeah that would be completely weird
>>3801161pfft, what would be the chance of that, absolutely preposterous
You The next hand is played slowly, with plenty of deliberation from all sides. Round one goes auspiciously, with you drawing a rare zero while the others draw fours. The slightest thread of fear connects Fissk and the card, you're tempted to call him out but relent. Unsure how to do so without overstepping politeness. Instead, you decide to move the inquiry in another direction."What of your childhood mister Fissk? I must admit I somewhat lack context for a what's normal." Links of confusion and curiosity strengthen between you as he looks up from his cards. [Doesn't he know? Your sickness is hardly a secret among father's business partners.]"Well, mine wasn't exactly what Core types would consider normal either. Grew up in a mining town." He shrugs his shoulders, before drawing yet another four and placing it on the table. The thin thread thickens, and he gives it more than a little side-eye. "Broke rocks for a while, then the boss figured I was better at talking to people, negotiated a few contracts and now I'm here."The game goes on for two more rounds after bringing you up to 15, while Lokk and Fissk both end up at sixteen. Fissk gets more and more anxious as he draws four after four. Surprisingly, he even breaks his Sabaac face, and you catch him frowning at his cards.Baron Lokk's the first to inquire. "Are you alright there friend? you look a bit concerned."Fissk waves it off with one hand, plastering a smile back on. "Ah well, it's an old game with plenty of superstitions." Lokk raises an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. "Last time I pulled this many fours, a [Hutt had his men shoot me]." He shrugs, before drawing yet another four and holding at 20. A crack finally appearing in his facade. "Fours aren't lucky, old spacers tale. Too long to go over now."Lokk turns to you, a grin on his face. "I think it's almost time for the meal, shall we call it after this one?" You nod, and pick up a one, putting you at 16. Lokk simply plays a five, locking himself in at 21 with a triumphant smile. "Fitting that we all won at least once, hopefully the rest of the conference goes as profitably."You grimace at his total for a second, before slowly picking up a card and geting another one, bringing you up to 17. They're both staring at you now, Fissk calculating and Lokk confident. (although to be fair, you've never seen him anxious, so he could just be like that.)Their expressions turn as you play a four, tiring yourself with the good Baron. He smiles, clapping you on the shoulder and laughing. "Good show boy. I'll admit I was hoping you'd back down and give this old man a win." He turns to Fissk, a curious look on his face. "So what happens on draws?"The man stops fiddling with his leftover cards, placing them both on the table to reveal [two more fours.] "Well if you're playing for creds then you usually go another hand, but senate rules are you pick up or play another card. Lowest wins."tbc
You smile as he says that, both you and Lokk placing one last card down on the table. He flips his to reveal a one, a careful smile on his face.You finally break your stony mask, smiling wide as you place down the minus five and bask in your victory. The Baron slumps back into the couch, an exaggerated expression of woe on his face. as he clutches his chest."Oh, to be struck low by one I called friend! Damn you Stoneface, you and your improbably good card luck."You decide not to call him on using your father's nickname. A not unusual mistake. If not for your pale hair, you'd be a spitting image after all. You simply chuckle and stand as servants begin bringing through platters of fruit, sliced meats, cheese and various breads. You just nod to Fissk as he gathers up the cards, [inspecting the minus five confusedly] before shuffling it back into the deck. He returns your nod, looking rather serious for a second before his face splits into a grin. You fake a smile and take a look around, gauging where you should go first. You ought to excuse yourself afterwards, but food can be an excellent way to gather information. >Master Dooku is having wine and cheese with a representative from Firrerre, a small outer rim world settled by the Sullustans. His presence here is an anomaly, and she's just got up to speak with someone else.>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.>Jerec's just walked in, and looks to take your place on the couch with his father. Fissk also doesn't seem to be going anywhere.>You haven't seen Aola in a while. She's probably felt a bit out of her depth with all these nobles around. You don't blame her, but maybe you should just go double check.
>>3801206>>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
>>3801206>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
>>3801210>>3801213>>3801217Who the fuck is this guy and why is he here?
>>3801206>If not for your pale hair, you'd be a spitting image after all.Gasp, anon was right!>>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
>>3801231>Gasp, anon was right!I mean, obviously, artificial womb vat and everything, but curious if he used any female genetic material at all.
You meander over, a glass of champagne in either hand. He's mostly been observing the goings on so far, and you've not seen him speak with anyone except that devaronian from before. You make a mental note to introduce yourself to him at some point tomorrow. You offer him a glass as you arrive, which he accepts with a quiet thanks. You watch him as he drinks, trying to guess at his age. He's definitely one of the younger representatives here, but his high cheekbones and sallow face make it difficult to really figure. [Taking a wild guess, you'd say he was in his early twenties.]"I apologise for earlier, we were interrupted before we could finish our introductions."He nods, and reaches a hand out again which you take. "Of course." He says. "Politics wait for no man. As I said earlier, I'm here on behalf of the Outlands Security Force, though I'm somewhat unofficially representing Eriadu as well. We've been trying to get the Senate to approve a formal military for years now. This new Militarist party seems like a good fit, if it ever gets off the ground."You nod as he speaks, happy to get more information on the actual purpose of all this. "What are your thoughts on this military matter? I imagine not dissimilar from your organisation's official stance."He looks somewhat surprised as you keep digging, covering it (poorly) by taking a long drink. "Well, I just want what's best for the Republic. These Hutts keep pushing at our borders, Pirates and mercenaries serve as disposable catspaws, so the Senate refuses to take action."You frown while biting into a finger sandwich, chewing as you consider your next few words. "Is it really so terrible in the Outer Rim?"He lets out a short exhalation, and pats his holster through his officer's jacket. "Worse, even in the areas we patrol. For every slaver we gun down or apprehend a dozen more get away before we even hear the distress calls." He gestures with his glass, biting hard into the fruit. "We need to act, or the Republic will be eaten away by criminality.">You expressed some doubt about whether this would work, why is that?>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.>Write In
>>3801267Why do you think the Senate is so unwilling to help
>>3801267>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
>>3801267>>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
>>3801267>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?Surely the people there are not shortsighted enough to not realize that problems not tended to grow worse and that neglect undermines the citizens trust in them and by extension their own clout.
>>3801267>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?
>>3801298>>3801271>>3801290The Galactic Republic Senate growing stagnant and short sighted!?!! I'm shocked???
Sorry guys, might be gone for an hour or two.
>>3801310Fug. Good luck with whatever is going on then.
sorry for the delay, but I've returned. I'll get to writing.
"If what you say is true, surely the Senate isn't just ignoring it?" You say, swirling your drink. "Father always said Chancellor Valorum was a pragmatic sort. He's got to know it'll only get worse if nothing's done."The young soldier exhales morosely before responding, clearly frustrated. "Oh he knows, and I'm sure he's somewhat sympathetic to our cause. The problem is that he's only one man, with only one vote. The vast majority of the Core and Mid Rim planetary representatives couldn't give two credits. They don't think any further than their next election cycle, even the patriotic among them are only concerned with their own planets rather than the greater Republic." He catches himself ranting, and quickly lowers his volume back to a more sedate tone. "Most of them think we can tariff and tax the Hutts into compliance, but you can't tax smugglers or slavers."The two of you are silent for a spell. You don't quite know how to respond, and he's clearly embarrassed about his firebrand speech. Lunch is still being served, though it seems to have wound down somewhat. Have you anything further to say?>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?>What do you know about the party?>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)>I think you might be giving the Senate too little credit. The wheels of change are slow, after all. (Part for now)>write In.
>>3801688>>What do you know about the party?Conclude with:>>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
>>3801688>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?Then leave with an>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
>>3801688>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.
>>3801688>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.
>>3801688>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.And if this is the last question we get then use>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)Even if we don't end up trying to get into the militarist party, it would still be nice to at least be cordial.
10 more minutes to vote, then I'm cutting and counting.
>>3801732>>3801688i agree with this, the hutt empire is a problem, even without its toxic influence on the outer rim, so being cordial isn't even an issue
>>3801732Shure I will switch my vote to this
>>3801688>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter.
"Forgive me if i'm being too bold." You begin, lowering your voice. "But you seem a bit... Disquieted, is everything satisfactory?"He purses his lips, deep in thought as his eyes dart around the room for listeners. After a second or two, he leans against the wall and downs the rest of his glass, before spinning it in his fingers. "I think I may have committed a faux pas, the others are all rather... brief in conversation, and quick to leave."You turn, and watch the other guests weave a grand web of connections and information. It's might be difficult to describe, but you've always been one for technical descriptions."You're not connected.""Hmm?" He turns back from the window, staring intently at the side of your head."They all know each other. The baron knows the merchant, the merchant knows the suppliers. None of the people here will be more than a few steps separated from each other. Master Dooku is in the same boat, but he..." You trail off as you look for the right word.To his credit, Wilhuff picks up almost immediately. "He's a Jedi, so no one can be seen to snub him. It'd be in extremely poor taste."You nod, somewhat hesitantly. "That is one reason. He's also very personable.""I suppose its just a matter of time and manners." He says. "I'll have to ingratiate myself."You nod, tipping your glass as you turn to leave. "For what it's worth, I thoroughly agree with your sentiment on the Hutts. Everyone is made poorer when criminals rule." He responds with a stiff nod. "It was a pleasure to meet you, young Meriss.""A pleasure."The others continue speaking, but it's time for you to make your leave. You notify a servant that you're retiring to your room, and head upstairs to your chambers. Best to avoid the mind reading Jedi Master now that it's socially permissible. >Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. Y/N?Also.>Do some research on Master Dooku, you know he's a Count from Serenno, but that seems like the sort of thing the Jedi would spurn. It smells like an complicated situation, and you excel at those.>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.>Do some research on this Tarkin fellow. You've got a vague background, but you can't remember learning of him before.>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!Got stuck on this for a while, finished it off as best as I could. Still not entirely happy.
>>3802139>Let her hang out for a bit then head off later>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>>3802139>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. NLet the girl have her beauty sleep>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>>3802139>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. Y/N?Y>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>>3802139Y>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>>3802139>N, and draw a mustache on her>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>>3802139>Give Aola a nudge>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!call me paranoid, but it seems to me that communicating with a Force ghost with a Jedi downstairs might not be the best idea.
>>3802139>Y>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>>3802139>N>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye
>>3802185You have a point. Switching >>3802176 to >Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!
>>3802139>>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. Y/N?Y>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!
>>3802185Yeah I will switch to this from >>3802169
>Poke the bear>Gotta meditate, before you go full Sion
>>3802139YesSpeak with Rexas
You decide to wake Aola, concerned given the sudden influx of no doubt curious guests. It's far too risky for her to stay here. Especially given she's a lady. (Not that you'd say that to her face.) You clear your throat, willing to give communication a go. "Aola?" You look behind you, intesnely aware of how this might look. "Aola!"Her only response is intensified snores.You sniff in frustration, before grabbing a sheathed duelling sabre of your wall and going to poke her with it. You remember the last time you tried moving her with your hands. Hiding it was easy, but getting all the rib fragments to heal in the right spots was an absolute bastard. Now's not the time to curse your osteoporosis though. Now is the time for action."Ow! what are y-" You shush her, placing the blade on the recaf table. "Apologies, but you know how father gets about you being in my rooms." you say, "Why not take a free guest room, or walk to the servant's quarters?"She crosses her arms, defiant. "I'm supposed to be looking after you, I'm not walking half a mile away, especially just after lunch. Plus all the guest rooms are off limits. They've all been prepared for tomorrow and the old man doesn't want me Messing them up"."It never ceases to surprise me how you can be so incredibly lazy, while also managing to have muscles like that." Said in a near perfect deadpan, as usual with just a slightly accusatory tone in the end.She smiles and sits on the edge of the sofa. "I've unlocked the forbidden secrets of the ancient musclemancers. Performing arcane rituals to summon abs from the abyss."You sigh, and point to the door. "Just go anywhere but here please. "The Talk" was painful enough the first time round. And I promise you, nothing is more embarrassing than listening to your father explain when it's acceptable to take consorts."Her response is quick, and typical. "Consorting sounds like my kind of gig. it's low hours and good pay." You just stare, and she quickly changes tack. "Come on, I can't go downstairs, rich people will try to talk to me."You sigh and point to the linen cupboard. "Fine, grab a few spare pillows and... I don't know. Sleep in the bathtub or something.""At Once! Great Lord and Master."You walk past her and into your meditation chamber. It's properly deserving of the name now, with incense burners and soft red lighting. At Lord Rexas' behest you got a proper tea set as well. The kind you use a brush to mix, and serve in bowls. At least Father's too out of touch to think you're going through a "Hitoshian Enthusiast" phase like Jerec did.It's a stroke of luck really, you don't think you could give up the tea.Roll d100's to un-dead your eye.75 TN (Geddit?)
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>3802419
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>3802419
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>3802419
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>3802419
>>3802423>>3802425>>3802431>>3802433Sweet Lawd.You're luminous beings, anons.
>>3802439All seeing eye get?
First, you take a look at the damage in mirror. It's only been dead for about half an hour, so it's just starting to get glassy. An easy fix. You feel it out with the force, testing where the connections have frayed and repairing where they've snapped. It's only recently that you've begun to fully understand exactly how it is you've kept yourself alive all these years with the help of your teacher.The force flows through your body like thread through a doll. It concentrates at joints and other places of weakness into great knots of power and flows through the blood in your veins. Technically you could force movement without actually using your muscles, but you need your eyes to see, and they need to be connected to your brain and your brain needs oxygen from the lungs and so on.Perhaps once you no longer need eyes to see you could decouple from your weak flesh entirely, and simply exist as a construct of Force power. The idea has an undeniable appeal, but you are far from there.in terms of skill at least. You take the anger from earlier, and spool it out into a long thread, winding it around the snapped wire which overlaps with your eye. The only problem, you reflect. Is that it requires total concentration, literally at all times. The only time your body isn't actively shaking itself apart is when you're on your medication, which clouds the mind and dulls the senses, allowing you to sleep.An acceptable trade-off for now. But hopefully one for which the necessity can soon be circumvented. You finish stapling your body back into shape, and open your eyes. The right one is a slightly darker shade of pink than before, but not so much that it can't be explained away through maturation.You think back to your teacher's words. "We're not just meat, child. It's part of us, but the part of you that thinks is so much greater and more important. Protect your mind, everything else can be replaced.""Whoever said that is a smart man, you should listen to him more often. Serve tea now."You pull the kettle over, and think on what to ask the Dark Lord sat before you.>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill. I would appreciate your assistance in ridding my father of him.>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill, I would appreciate your assistance in monitoring his activities.>Our guests want to form a coalition in favour of restoring the military. Would you give me your opinion on that matter? And perhaps some advice concerning political manoeuvring?Choose Two. Your teacher cannot aid you in overcoming all problems.
>>3802542>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.>Our guests want to form a coalition in favour of restoring the military. Would you give me your opinion on that matter? And perhaps some advice concerning political manoeuvring?
>>3802419>Performing arcane rituals to summon abs from the abyssTop kek. 10/10. Perfect waifu. We don't need anyone else
>>3802542>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill, I would appreciate your assistance in monitoring his activities.
>>3802542We NEED to increase our BODY stat. We quite literally are falling apart.
>>3802549>>3802555>>3802562>>3802564>>3802570Given how unanimous you guys are, I'm gonna call the voting here, however I'm gonna sleep as well. I'll see you guys in 8 hours or so.The question for tonight is...How's my symbolism? I've really been working on trying to make the force seem like magic, and not a videogamey mechanic. Are you guys into it? Or would you prefer something a bit more concrete and defineable.
>>3802579The symbolism is kino and exactly what nu-SW is missing. Please continue.
>>3802579I like how you're handling it so far.
>>3802579Keep it up. The Force is a Buddhist God magical energy thing. Not life hacking bacteria (one legitimate claim against the prequels is this concept).Its space magic. Treat it like that.
>>3802768The medichlorians don’t give you the force, they feed on the force
>>3802419Dear god, she’s going to literally break our pelvis isn’t she?
>>3802542>>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill, I would appreciate your assistance in monitoring his activities.
>>3802982If we run into issues with her, we'll just banish her to the bathtub and everything'll be fine.
>>3802579The less defined the better, and you're doing top notch mate. The Force is weird and vague philosophy magic that's, at best, understood on a personal level
Never actually interacted with anything on /qst/ before, and I'm pleased to find this thread. Finding the Emperor's Wrath's force ghost is neat as fuck, and the bit about the Hero of Tython is sick. Rexas was a Light Side Juggernaut then? Obviously it'll take a while, but I hope Revan himself comes to visit, seeing as he's not officially gone.>>3802542>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill. I would appreciate your assistance in ridding my father of him.I would've gone for the "monitoring his activities" one, but Dooku is downstairs, and he might sense a strong presence like the Empire's Wrath if it's floating a few feet away from him. While I feel it is worth keeping Dooku's intrigue, you'll get the bad attention if he senses a Dark Side presence floating around. Might be pretty cool if you could convince Dooku to talk about Makashi, and tell Rexas and see what he thinks about it.Also, when the time comes, it might be nice to ask Dooku how he feels about the Jedi order, since I'm assuming this is before TPM?
>>3803100mate, you have summed up the Force beautifully, good job
>>3803312A bit hypocritical coming from me, but I don't think having Rexas doing recon would be too dangerous. Rexas revealed himself to us among the guests, so either he's confident that he can hide his presence from Dooku, he's confident that Dooku will be able to detect his presence regardless of what he does, or that Dooku being aware of his presence is currently neither detrimental to him or an advantage.That being said, I would much rather ask our Master for advice than assistance. Moreover, while I do view Fissk as a serious threat, I doubt that he will attempt anything violent in the presence of a Jedi and a solider. I think our best play at this time is to see what we can do to strengthen our family's political position, then determine our actions concerning Fissk when we are able to address our concerns with father safely and directly. There is risk involved in not dealing with our enemies immediately, but I think we stand to gain more from waiting than our enemies do.
Hey, so there’s been an unfortunate change of plans, and I’ll be phoneposting for most of today.I’ll link to this with my computer as proof that I’m not a shitposter.
>>3803391This is me, can confirm.>>3803312thanks anon, and yes he's a juggernaut. Immortal, funnily enough.
>>3803391>>3803392Same ID, are you on WiFi on the phone?
>>3803393ah yes.I feel like a fool now.
mostly irrelevant for now anyway. Think I might have time for the next update.
>>3803342Honestly? I don't think it mattered to much.Jedi masters tend to be somewhat perceptive and our eye died from strain. Literally. While he was testing our mental defenses.Even if our shield held I somehow doubt he would have missed, or not sensed, something as drastic as that happening right in front of him. Not to mention that we went back to our room and performed force-surgery on ourselves. Which if he was already "listening in" for something funky would probably be noticed, no?
>>3802982>Dear god, she’s going to literally break our pelvis isn’t she?What are you, some kind of degenerate? We don't consort with aliens.
>>3803464But we are an alien to the nature of Kuat?
>>3803397You might want to pick out a tripcode before the thread dies.
>>3803397Yeah a trip would be wiseQming is one of the few times when people will give you shit for not tripfagging
>>3803397Just in case you need a reference: it works like thisName#password OrName##passwordIn the name fieldFor example the trip i took for this singular post is Anon##Anon
>>3803809Cheers, I’ll stick it on when I get home.Sorry for the lack of updates, but I’m having a very nice dinner with family.
>>3803876Don't ever be sorry that you're spending time with people you love dude, it's a quest thread we can wait.
>>3804096speak for yourself mate, i keep refreshing
>>3803876No problem, have a good time.
Your hands move on automatic as your mind rumbles away. You don’t want to ask too much, but this is quickly becoming more and more complicated. You watch him for a second as you think on your problems.Fissk reeks of poor intention, but he doesn’t seem to pose an immediate threat. Far more likely that if he’s planning anything it’s long term. You’ve already read him like a book, after all.Far more troubling is Master Dooku, he’s a Jedi, and a particularly dangerous one to boot. This, you think will be worth asking your master.“Lord, you know that Master Dooku is here. I don’t think he knows of us, but I’m worried he might discover the truth. I need your guidance.”He nods as you pour the tea, and watches as you place one cup in front of him. “He’s strong, and wise. We must assume he already suspects that you’re strong in the force, and that he means to investigate.” Lord Rexas leans forward, an icy hand clasping your shoulder. “You made a valiant effort, and you prevented him from learning anything other than that you can manipulate the force. Be proud Acolyte, but careful.”You drink deep, mind racing. “What do I do? I will not be removed from my home.”“You cannot match him, not directly. He knows not the truth of our alliance, let it remain that way. Maintain your guard, and keep his suspicions as just that. The Jedi Council will call him away soon if nothing is amiss.” Your masters voice is calm, and once presented with a plan of action your confidence returns. “I just have to stall him until he leaves then?”He nods, placing his hand over his tea. “Just so. It may also be time to accelerate your training.”You lean forwards, confused. “A Jedi Master is here, surely we should be more careful.” He waves his hand dismissively.“It may prove necessary to escape him, rather than outmanoeuvre him. If so, you must be able to defend yourself.”He’s sat perfectly still now, calm as ever despite his suggestion to take insane risk. You speak in hushed tones as he finishes doing... something to the tea.“He’ll notice surely. This room’s not large enough to fence in. Nowhere else is safe.”He pushes the tea over to you. It’s once green colour now swirling with electric blue.“Drink this, before you sleep. It will enlighten you.”You give it a long look, and place it on the tray for later consideration. “I have another question.”He simply tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.“The party here is concerned with the creation of a Republic military, to hunt pirates and stymie the Hutt cartels. I agree broadly with them, but I worry that their meeting here might be dangerous to my family. I don’t quite know what to do.”The spectre laughs, a long deep chuckle that echoes slightly through the room. “A military force for the Republic.” He says, mock horror and biting sarcasm throughout his tone.“Are you a patriot Kadwyn?”>Y>N>kind of
>>3804452>N>Kuat is all that I have ever known, and it would be foolish to blindly pledge myself to a Republic that I have never seen in action. The fact that they are divided on enforcing their own laws is not encouraging.
>>3804452>N>Kuat is all that I have ever known, and it would be foolish to blindly pledge myself to a Republic that I have never seen at work. The fact that they are divided on enforcing their own laws is not encouraging.
>>3804452>Fissk reeks of poor intention, but he doesn’t seem to pose an immediate threat. Far more likely that if he’s planning anything it’s long term. You’ve already read him like a book, after all.Is it normal for force users in the universe to get such clear understanding of other people?
>>3804452>N>Would I make a better impression on those present if they thought I were?
>>3804486Yes, but it’s highly conditional.>A. Are they one of the alien species whose thought process is weird and stops it.>B. Are they trained in resisting mental invasions, or just really goddamn stubborn.>C. Are they a force user, capable of recognising your intent and intuitively defending themselves.If all three are negative, then it’s basically free real estate.
checking to see if this works. Also I have returned home.
N, with shades of >>3804471>>3804506I would like to add that this is what I've extrapolated from watching the films, playing the games and reading a few, but not all comics. My knowledge of this particular star wars subject is not 100%, on the other hand, you're not straight up mind reading him either. The character's impression here comes from meeting him and interacting.>He's only connected to you and your father through greed and ambition.>Hates Baron Lokk after losing two hands of a card game, for no money.>Responded to questions with fear.>Is alone, and you have a jedi and soldier present.Being politically minded and rather smart, you decided he probably was up to something, but it wouldn't be an immediate threat. Not mind reading, more like cold reading really.
>>3804657I'm curious but feel free to not answer if it would spoil anything. Would Rexas still have started super-charging us if we hadn't asked about Dooku?
>>3804657Is this man about to tell us to seek the Forge of ancients
"That's not the word I would use, no." You must admit slight confusion at the sudden change in subject. "Kuat is all I've ever known, and pledging myself to a Republic I've never seen at work would be foolish. That they are divided concerning the enforcement of their own laws is not encouraging."Lord Rexas places one hand in the air, gesturing to nothing in particular. "Indeed, a house divided cannot stand. Why take shelter beneath the boughs of a burning tree?"You shrug, gesturing to the family crest on your tunic. "My loyalty is to people, my family and friends." You say, questioning if this is some sort of test. "Why should I care about the Republic if it can't protect itself?" Not a statement of mockery, but an honest question."If the Republic died tomorrow, people would still need to eat." He begins. "Colonists would still need protection and trade would still need to be taxed. Someone would need to fill the administrative void. Who do you think would do it? The Techno Union perhaps, so that we might slave away in their factories? Tarkin and the other militiamen, forming a military Junta? Or would it be the most powerful remaining entity, the Hutts? I did battle with the Republic because I thought I would replace it with something better. If I was not so convinced, I would have fought with them.""The Hutts would not treat your family well, if they were in charge I feel."You furrow your eyebrows quizzically, trying to decipher his meaning. "You think I should serve the Republic?"He shakes his head, gentle reproach in his voice. "I think you must take whatever action benefits you and the people for whom you care. There is no Sith Empire to usurp, so you are left with the Republic and the Hutts. I do not approve of slavers, but you may disagree. I..." He trails off, shaking his head again. "Perhaps later."He gestures to the cup of swirling green. "I have to rest, creating that and masking my presence is tiring. There are no more lessons for now." He waves you away, and you stand, heading back out into your chambers. You can hear faint snoring coming from the bathroom, and it is about six in the afternoon.You feel perhaps it would be best to get an early night, eyeing the... substance. But you still have an our or so to go.>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.>The guests will have scattered by now, if you wished to talk further with them then it could well be possible.>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.>Jerec's probably with the Baron. Time with friends is never wasted.
>>3804801>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.
>>3804801>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.I wouldn't be surprised if our father, being the more experienced politician, already has suspicions and/or misgivings of his own about the quests already.
>>3804801>Jerec's probably with the Baron. Time with friends is never wasted.
>>3804801>>The guests will have scattered by now, if you wished to talk further with them then it could well be possible.
>>3804801>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.
You know how we have a bunch of swords and are probably going to duel with swords? I think we should use the older technique of making a sword and infusing it with the force rather than using a lightsaber.Why? For one, the cool factor. There are actual reasons though. Such as the fact that it would be less suspicious to get, the other being that we would have prior experience with a sword, but none with an actual lightsaber.And before you complain about ineffectiveness, there used to be a Jedi with a force infused wooden staff that could take lightsaber strikes, and deal equivalent amounts of damage. Since we would be making a sword, we could also mix in something like cortosis, which dissipates lightsaber strikes.The only difficulty would be getting our hands on the technique, as it is REALLY old, not just normal old like Rexas.
>>3804801>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarist>>3804833That would be dope but it sounds like it'll be a challenge to go for. Hopefully Rexas proves receptive to the idea or we'll have to settle for a lightsaber.
>>3804833+1 Though given that several primitive cultures that had no contact with each other were able to do the same trick as the old guy with the staff, it should be simple enough of a power to perform. Though I am more of a fan of channeling the force into these hands and going to town, which has the added benefit of being similar to what we are already doing instinctively.
>>3804853When I said the method is old, I meant it. Back when the Jedi and Sith were one and practiced the light and dark sides of the force in equal measure.
>Talk to DadI must sleep though, I will continue tomorrow.
>>3804833Hell no, just get a fucking lightsaber. If anything, get a curved hilt like Dooku's, to aid in dueling.
>>3804833That's such a stupid idea. This kid is not physically equipped to be swinging around a metal sword as if it was a lightsaber, which has weight only in the hilt, and not throughout the sword. An altered blade doesn't even have the same utility as a lightsaber. It makes no sense for him do go with an actual sword.
>>3804801>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.>>3804833Max style points but it's probably best to ape Dooku's curved hilt.
>>3805037The point is not to use it as if a lightsaber. The point is that it's been implied that we will get dueling training from Dad sooner or later, and to use that experience directly, rather than try to convert it to lightsaber combat. You do have a point about the utility though.
>>3805114Who gives a shit about "Dad's dueling training"? Rexas was one of the greatest lightsaber duelists of his time, and at some point he'll teach us the "Terentatek Style" he gloated about. There's no point in deciding to use some obsolete bladed weapon with an inferior dueling style (even IF the blade is altered), over an actual lightsaber.
>>3805130I agree, we can try to stay undercover all we want, once we loose that advantage the older style would be irrelevant
>>3804833I get where you are coming, but its really not feasible. Our body is weak, weak and fragile beyond reason and this is not a good combination with sharp metal objects swung forcefully. Now we also happen to have someone to train us in lightsabre creation/usage/etc, if that wasn't the case I'd be quite inclined to agree with you
I don't know about you, but I see Kadwyn focusing on building a solid foundation of control over the force first. Swordfighting can come later, when his ability to augment himself with the force lets him avoid inevitable damage to his body from rigors of training.That and as you may have noticed during conversations, he seems to be quite shrewd naturally. We could capitalize on it by picking charisma upgrades occasionally. Manipulating republic's political realm to an extent with our solid Kuat background could be fun.
>>3805396I agree with focusing on force manipulation. Mostly because I suspect training will breakdown our body even faster. So until we can strengthen it I don't think its a good idea. If we can get more advanced with life support and maybe even turn into a booster I think it can be possible.Personally, I wanna abuse the fuck out of 5/5 mind and learn some stuff beyond the force. Like alchemy is clearly chemistry and medicinal based but fused with the force. I am curious about what we can do with stuff like engineering and other knowledge. Like force lightning is possible to channel it through force related materials to either enhance its effects or decrease the strain of use? What about those old magical Sith and alchemist droids that had the Force infused into them? What about modifying a spaceship around the Force?we got a maxed out mind. We can do SO much more than just relying solely upon the Force. I want to see what we can fuse it with and it also serves as a helpful disguise. I want to have many tools, tricks, and resources up our sleeve that they would never suspect a Sith or force user to actually bother utilizing. Plus building our own custom droids unless we can properly mindread people will be damn useful until we can learn the lightsaber and ensure we have trustworthy minions.
>>3804801Right, and the vote.>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.Even if he is already fully aware, talking to our father about the subject may offer us additional insights and experience.
You wonder for a second if you should wake Aola, but dismiss it after some thought. You've had enough risk for today. Walking down the corridors of your lineage is calming, even in such a trying time as this. You try to think laterally as you approach your father's chambers, seeing the various problems here as an opportunity for growth, rather than potential setbacks. The good Count has accelerated your training with his presence alone, and this business with the Militarists may prove useful, if you can decipher your master's advice.You actually bump into Baron Lokk on the way to your father's chambers, the older man deep in conversation with Tarkin and the Agamarian senator as you pass. The other two nod politely, but the good Baron stops and turns to you as you pass. "Ah, perfect timing young man. I believe your father was just about to send for you."You thank him quickly, then speed yourself to father's office. You and your father have broadly similar tastes in decor, as is to be expected. The only evidence that you haven't just walked in a circle is the lack of swords on the wall, and the lack of snoring bodyguard in his bathroom. He's stood by the window, a small glass of Corellian whisky in his hand."Kadwyn, it's good to see you." He begins. "I thought it would be best if we discussed this Militarist matter."You stand next to him by the window, listening intently as he continues."The Baron is an old friend of mine, he was actually my bodyguard before a series of rather unpleasant events occurred. We both made it through, and were both significantly enriched for the trouble. Now he's Carida's main representative in the Senate, and I serve the same role for Kuat.""Why are you telling me this?"He takes another swig from his glass before answering, giving some thought to his next words. "This Militarist party cannot hope to succeed without the popular support of prestigious Core worlds. They would raise hell in the senate, but would lack the political sway to pass any motions or gain ground. In return, this military would need to purchase vessels of war. Weaponry and armament in extreme bulk, not to mention star-ships."You nod thoughtfully, mind already working to connect the dots. "We'd be making money hand over fist!""Exactly."tbc
"Tomorrow the other potential members will arrive, no doubt with more than a few who detest the idea of a professional military, and will seek to undermine this new block from forming, or paint us as warmongering madmen." he gestures outside, almost perfectly timed as you see a small group of twenty or so armed men land on the pad outside."I've taken the liberty of hiring some guards, but..." He shifts uncomfortably, his composure breaking as he looks you in the eye. "I was hoping you'd keep an eye out as well. Tell me of those who come with poor intentions. I know Baron Lokk and our friend from Rothana, but most of the people here tomorrow will be from the Outer Rim. I'll be lucky to have heard of them."Ah, that makes sense. You nod, before seizing the opportunity. "In that case father, I'd like to mention one of the people I met earlier. The representative from Fissk mining. I get the feeling." (A more subtle way of saying "I read his mind" given your fathers discomfort.) "He's not being entirely open with us, I don't know if he's planning something necessarily but I wouldn't trust him to tell me the sky was blue."His face switches from surprise to relief as you speak, and he sighs as you finish. "Its a relief then, that you were looking. Thank you, I'll mention that to the guards." On the other hand, you've talked to most of our guests, at least in passing. Are there any who you think might be good allies? Trustworthiness is the operative word here.">Dooku is too mysterious, and it would be best to keep him at arms length. Tarkin is a firebrand, making him dangerous. Not good candidates, either of them.>It may be useful, cultivating close ties with the Jedi politically. besides, your father can do the talking.>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.>write in.
>>3805593>>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
>>3805593>>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.Sorry, I am just (another) sucker for Tarkin.
>>3805593>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.Eriadu is Tarkin, right?
>>3805593>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
Tarkinmind.I shall write.
You lean against the wall, deep in thought. This is not a conversation to take lightly, and not an easy decision. Dooku is too mysterious, and it would be best to keep him at arms length, your mind is shielded and your father is stubborn but Dooku is also dangerous in other ways. You shouldn't invite too much of his presence either. You've already had your second chance, something tells you you'll not receive a third.On the other hand, you know a young Eriaduan who could do with a foot in the door. He's motivated mostly by patriotism and his hatred of slavers from what you've seen. Trustworthy, even if he does have a bit of a temper. "The representative from the Outlands Security Force. Tarkin. He's a soldier, not a politician. And I truly believe he's here out of love for the Republic." You stand back up to your full height, more confident now. "We spoke earlier, and he's having trouble finding a place in our gathering. I saw him with the Baron, but being seen with us might help. He confided earlier that he's also here representing Eriadu, unofficially."Your father strokes his beard, nodding along. "Good, I was observing him but couldn't get much. He's stoic." Coming from your father that's high praise. "I'll invite him to dinner. Will you be joining us?"You shake your head. "I'm sorry, I'm tired, and need to get an early night." He nods, and turns back to look outside. You can see the shipyards from here, a great ring of steel and circuitry that span from one end of the sky to another. "I will see you tomorrow, then son."You turn, recognising the end of the conversation. No doubt there will be others waiting to speak with him. You turn and leave, returning to your chambers. On the way, you hear muffled speech coming from one of the guest rooms. The voice is too quiet to hear quite who it is, but it would not be impossible to get closer.>Eavesdropping is rude and suspicious. You don't want to cause any discord before the conference tomorrow.>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
>>3805681>>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
>>3805681>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.Can we enhance our hearing with the force so we don't have to get too close
>>3805681What if we risk getting a sense of who it might be first? Or is it too revealing in case Dooku is probing around?
>>3805694Your "kinda mind reading" has the big limitation of being limited by sight. and it's behind a closed door.
>>3805697Oh, I assumed force users can sense life around them and maybe distinguish between different persons. We could ask one of the guards if they know whose room that is. Lets not be so conspicuous, we're the son of the owner of the place.
>>3805681>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.I'm going to shit myself if it turns out to be Dooku.
>>3805681>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
>>3805703Force users can usually, but how the force manifests and how it appears to people is different. You're only just learning to use the force, so you might not have figured out the more advanced stuff yet.Your way of viewing the force is in seeing the connections between things. At the moment you need to see one of the things before you can see the connection. That might change later.
Listening in wins.
You consider checking who's staying in that room with a servant, but you don't want to miss your opportunity here. Instead you press yourself to the outside of the door, cloaking your self in the force with a projected sense of nothing."-ll seem rather civilised. I'm almost certain he invited me for that very reason."Ah, not the person you wanted to listen in on then. Or the person you wanted to be separated from by anything so mundane as a door. You consider leaving, but stop yourself, this is an uncommon opportunity "Honestly I find myself in agreement with most of their complaints. The Senate's corruption being chief among them."A voice you don't recognise enters the conversation. Old and frail sounding, it rebukes Dooku. "Not our concern, that is. Separate from the Senate we must remain, or risk the Tyranny of darker times."You hear agreement from others, and you instinctively bare your teeth in distaste. People are dying. Judging from Dooku's voice when he responds, he shares the sentiment to some degree."These are not bloodthirsty maniacs we are dealing with, but sentients with legitimate complaints. Should we not promote change if it means saving lives?"Another voice enters the conversation, they're deep voiced, but smoother where Dooku sounds like rolling thunder. "This Council has made it's decision. If weapons are created, people will use them. We cannot allow a galactic war to disrupt the peace. And we must take steps against it."Roll some d100's75 to ???
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>3805797Fucking peaceniks
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>3805797
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>3805797
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>3805797Not just Dooku but Yoda and some other commie too. My britches are officially shat.
>>3805814>>3805815So these were both at the exact same time. I have actually never seen that before.
>>3805797>"This Council has made it's decision. If weapons are created, people will use them. We cannot allow a galactic war to disrupt the peace. And we must take steps against it."I know Yoda was a faggot but not to this point.
>>3805845Pretty sure that is windoo
>>3805850Both of them
>>3805853Can't argue with that
Your shield cracks for a moment, a thin tendril of anger sneaking out through your mask of nothing. There's silence for a moment, and your heart jumps into your throat."Master Dooku?" Oh god, what if he noticed.You freeze at the door, not daring to move an inch."My apologies councillors. I thought I heard something." And breathe. Nothing to worry about there. Yet ANOTHER voice enters the conversation, how many damn people are sitting in on this call? "Be mindful that you do not allow yourself to become distracted. We must resolve these situations as conscientiously as possible. Masters Plo Koon and Drallig are already investigating reports from the Rim, if they return with evidence we can begin to move.""Of course, masters."The conversation ends, and you can hear the click of a communicator switching off. You immediately turn the nearest corner, walking quietly and with purpose back towards your rooms, careful to keep your concealment intact. Frustration and anger roil in your stomach as you return to your rooms, but you twist it and shackle it before you can do anything rash.Accept the fear, don't let it break you.Drive your hate, don't let it steer you.You get undressed, before staring deep into the cup of sorcery waiting by your bedside. It's still hot when you touch it.>Maybe you should leave it. If Dooku wasn't suspicious before he was now. And this is clearly Force Fuckery.>Down the hatch.
>>3805874>Down the hatch.If Dooku knows, we need to be ready to escape.
>>3805874>>Down the hatch.What could possibly go wrong?
>>3805874>Maybe you should leave it. If Dooku wasn't suspicious before he was now. And this is clearly Force Fuckery.
>>3805874>down the hatch
>>3805874>Down the hatch.DAB on those jedi
>>3805874>Down the hatch.Fortes fortuna adiuvat!
>>3805878>>3805884>>3805898>>3805900Bone hurting juice. DRUNKLies of the Jedi. SEEN THROUGH
>>3805920We My Sith Academy now boys!
>>3805920Jeez I wonder who could be behind this post?Pure Pazzak!
You shake your head, clearing the cobwebs out. Lord Rexas believed this would be the optimal strategy and while you might be smart, you certainly aren't a centuries old warrior spirit who led armies across the galaxy. Best to trust him, you muse while going through your medicines. You'll need this if the Jedi do become a problem.Although, Dooku's relationship with them sounded strained at best. Perhaps you could make him an ally with time? You'd need to get to know him more, a dangerous proposition.After you're done with your nightly rituals, you bring the cup to your mouth and drink deep. It's disgusting, and it's a struggle to keep it down. It's not long before the taste fades though, and you close your eyes.You awaken some time later, your bed strangely hard beneath you. Your eyes snap open, and you stand up, confused by your new surroundings. You're on top of a great stone plateau, under an orange sky. Walking to the edge you stare down into a great abyss, with nothing else in sight."Do you like it?"You spin at your teacher's voice, returning to the centre of the plateau. "It's interesting, to be sure."Rexas is stood where you first awoke, A silver and black cylinder gripped in his hand. Even as a child you knew what lightsabers were, but understanding the science and significance of them only reinforces the power those symbols carry."This is one of the more basic forms of Dream Sorcery, taught to me by a fellow Sith. Darth Nox, though I don't expect the name to mean anything to you. She was more what you might consider a typical Sith."You tilt your head and he stops, waiting to hear you. "So I'm asleep then? Why not train like this all the time?" He steps forward, tossing the lightsaber from one hand to another. "If not taken in moderation, the drink can trap you in your own mind. Tormented eternally by your worst, most horrific nightmares."You nod. "Honestly I should have expected something like that."He just chuckles, placing the saber back on his belt. "Are you ready to learn, Acolyte? The Way of the Terentatek is not simple, nor easy.""I am.""Then follow my posture." He stands straight and tall, his arms at his side. It's not so different from a diplomat's stance, so long as you ignore that one leg is turned to the side and brought back. "The style is also called The Way of the Immortal. Or simply "Perfection". The duellist cannot shout, snarl or cry out in pain. You lord your strength over the enemy and cut him down effortlessly. No matter how difficult you might truly find them. This intimidates your foe, and clouds his mind with fear. It embodies control and emphasises strategy in the duel. Making it uniquely suited to you and I."tbc
>>3806047Oi Big Daddy S, Just gonna say its actually blast having such a rolleroaster of a fucking quest pop up. God bless mate
>>3806047You spend the next three hours practising footwork and poise. "The twenty three steps" of Terentatek style is an interesting if repetitive exercise. A kata for the proper footwork, wherein you slowly make your way from one side of the plateau to the other while your master corrects your stance and occasionally throws his (thankfully switched off) lightsaber at you when you step wrongfully.Turns out you can feel pain here. It really is an impressive illusion. The one thing you do notice though is that while you begun almost as tired as when you went to sleep. You slowly become less and less exhausted, you assume as a result of your physical body resting.Eventually you manage to complete it twice in a row, without incensing your teacher into throwing anything at you. He nods and says to stop, gesturing at you to return to the centre. "You're at an acceptable level, but I expect you to keep practising that whenever you get the opportunity, it's is to all intentions just a poise exercise, so say it's for the courts. Now for the real fun."He waves a hand, and another copy of his lightsaber appears in his hand, which he throws to you. It's ringed in black and silver, and has a red indented button about halfway up."Now follow along."More time is spent going through the steps again, but this time with an accompanying saber movement. What you thought were simply repeated steps now reveal themselves to be the same step, but matched with a defensive or offensive saber movement. The strikes themselves are interesting, with every single offensive technique >[being one handed]< while the defensive ones are all performed with both hands. It's difficult to quickly switch between grips, but you have a patient teacher. "In truth, there are only ten steps. One for each cardinal direction, as well as ducking under and jumping over attacks. This is the most basic kata one can learn in the Way, and will aid you in learning the deeper mysteries. Now we will spar. I do not expect you to win."You turn, about to bow or protest. Unfortunately he's already stepping in with his sabre ignited, bringing it down in The Advance, Step number one. You resign yourself as you reignite your training blade, eyes widening. Your blade makes contact with his, and you bat it away with a quick slice. This might hurt.[Kadwyn, Way of the Strong]Terentatek Style: AcolyteForce: Revanchist CultistV[Darth Rexas. The Emperor's Wrath]Terentatek Style: Original MasterForce: Revanchist Spectre>You've no idea how strong he actually is, but it's probably far stronger than you. Focus on using the steps to evade his strikes, while counterattacking with quick slices.>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.>Write In
>>3806146>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
>>3806146>>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
>>3806047>The duelist cannot shout, snarl or cry out in pain.Ok, but Immortal Juggernauts need the Force Scream move to proc Sonic Barrier and that's important to mitigate damage as an Immortal Jugg. I didn't expect you to copy the Empire's Wrath down to the class mechanics, but I guess I was hopeful. Where are you going with this "Way of the Terentatek" style? In my mind, it would have been a fluid mix between the Immortal Juggernaut's Soresu and the Annihilation Marauder's Juyo.>>3806146>>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
>>3806146>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.Pour our scorn into it.
>>3806155I thought it was kinda weird that the Sith Empire had the same fighting styles as the Jedi after hundreds of years of separation, so I made two Sith Styles you could get depending on which character you started as. Kadwyn gets taught by the Emperor's Wrath, who uses Terentatek style and the Dromund Kass guy gets a different one, which I won't spoil.Terentatek style is a Dark reflection of Shien/Djem So. Essentially being two different fighting styles stuck together, however it's less physically demanding due to most of the attacks being small cuts or thrusts like Makashi and the manoeuvring being deliberately slow. It's also specifically designed for use alongside the force, hence the one handed attacks.>>3806168>>3806154>>3806149>>3806147>>3806155You're taking a risk apprentices. Roll d100s now.DC 60 to not take damage, 80 to do good, 90 to do impressive.
>>3806155Well, the Tarentatek is a scary, venomous, monster thing that hunts force sensitives specifically. I expect an aggressive dueling style much more suited to lightsabre combat then the "modern" styles. Possibly with smaller, quick, attacks to wear down the enemy (representing the venom) rather then powerful sweeping moves.
Rolled 82 (1d100)>>3806180Time to make Master proud.
>>3806182this guy gets it.
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>3806180
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>3806184I am proud of you, anon. Lets see if I can match it.
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>3806180
>>3806184>>3806186>>3806188You did good anons.>>3806187you should be careful
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>>3806187Ah, damn it. Should've waited for >>3806188
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>3806192Never be afraid to shoot your shot Anon. For instance, I bet this roll will be terrible.
>>3806182>much more suited to lightsabre combat then the "modern" stylesWhat does it mean?
>>3806213most jedi these days learn Niman, which is mostly a meditative exercise and sucks ass in an actual fight if you can't just mind bullets the other guy to death.Like a dude who does Tai Chi vs a professional boxer.
Rolled 78 (1d100)>>3806180>Terentatek style is a Dark reflection of Shien/Djem SoBut the Shien form is something that the Vengeance Juggernaut skill tree has, not the Immortal skill tree. Reeeeee.>Roll d100s now.Fine. Never rolled before, I hope I'm doing it right.
>>3806218It's kinda famous because everyone who did Niman at Geonosis bit it hard.
>>3806213Right, basically, the Jedi haven't done much lightsabre fighting for a good long time. Their enemies use things like blasters, vibroblades etc. The kind of thing you find in the hand of a battle droid, ganger, mercenaries or (god forbid) Mandalorians. Their combat styles have evolved to deal with these enemies and they tend to focus much more on this kind of thing then 1v1 lightsabre dueling.Our master comes from a time where massive armies of lightsabre armed jedi and sith ran screaming at one another and clashed in massive melee's, so odds are that since that was primary threat to him his combat style is much more suited to it.
>>3806218>>3806222Oh come now, Niman is perfectly fine if you are powerful enough compared to your opponent that you'd win no matter what your fighting style is. I hear its easy to learn to, that's a bonus!
>>3806232>If you can't just mind bullets the other guy to death.But I am exaggerating for comedic effect. Exar Kun used Niman and he was the biggest ass kicker in the galaxy for literally his entire life, so eh.
>>3806239Well, in his defence Exar Chan was pretty much overpowered enough that it didn't really matter all that much what he ended up learning. Was he the best because he was Exar Kun, or because he was using Niman?
>>3806247Not to mention he pioneered the double bladed lightsaber, which nobody in his era had seen before. It wasn't Niman, it was because he was Exar Kun.
The question I wish to ask our master is why he is teaching us. What does he aim to achieve? Is it just for legacy-sake?
>>3806262...Maybe he's just bored?My tinfoil hat theory is that he wants to have a physical body again and is training us so our body doesn't mulch itself apart during the possession. But that's just a theory.
You match his advance with your own, bringing your lightsaber down and around in a sweep that would have taken his leg off, had he not retreated with step number five, spinning his sabre in a wide arc. [Looking at it, it clicks that all the retreating attacks are based around clearing space rather than causing actual damage.]You chase after him with steps Two and Eight, bringing your saber down in what would be a thigh cut, before bringing it up and around into a neck sweep He ducks under it with his own Step Two, going for the same thigh cut. You step to the side with Three in defensive and perform a wide horizontal slash. forcing him back and batting the cut aside.It's been three seconds and you can already taste your own blood, But his breathing has sped up. Only a bit, but it's there. You both step forwards in Eight, and your blades cross in front of you. You push at each other, but after a second he punches you hard in the stomach with his free hand, an astoundingly poor move. On reflex you spit, painting his mask and open eyes red with blood. You try to follow up with a thrust, but he waves his blade almost dismissively and disarms you."Nicely done." He says, wiping claret from his eyes. "Assuming that was on purpose." Your sheepish look tells him all he needs to know, and he nearly doubles over with laughter. "You know, one of the reasons Terentatek are dangerous is because of their venom. Which they can spit small distances." He shakes off his gauntlet. "Keep practising, you've certainly got the idea down, just need to work on execution. You know you did that in total silence? I would have thrown in a FOOL somewhere, but silence can work too."You're too busy piecing your lungs back together to comment, and nearly spit out more blood when he continues. "Now get up. We're doing it again."A few hours of training later, you get up and stare at the ceiling. It feels unfair for him to put you through that and not let you be tired. After a second, you slowly get up and dressed, more awake than you've felt in years and thoroughly miserable about it.Also Aola is still asleep in your bathroom, so you have to use a guest room's refresher. Lazy bint.tbc
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>3806180
>>3806327A Sith Theory, thanks for watching.>>3806352bit late anon.
>>3806332>"You know, one of the reasons Terentatek are dangerous is because of their venom. Which they can spit small distances."Assamite poison blood spitting technique unlocked
>>3806352How slow can one poke be?