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>>Farren Gaelle
>Brawn: 2
>Finesse: 3
>Intellect: 2
>Cunning: 2
>Resolve: 3
>Panache: 2

>>Skills:
>Astronavigation 1 (Intellect) – a measure of knowledge about the galaxy’s stellar composition, allowing for the correct plotting of routes and hyperspace jumps.
>Cool 1 (Panache) – a measure of a character’s ability to remain calm under danger. Rolled to resist Charm and Negotiation.
>Coordination 1 (Finesse) – a measure of a character’s nimbleness and flexibility.
>Deception 1 (Cunning) – judges the character’s ability to trick others into believing falsehoods.
>Lore 2 (Intellect) – how much the character knows of the ancient galaxy and its history.
>Mechanics 1 (Intellect) – skill and prowess in working on all things from weapons to droids and ships.
>Melee 2 (Brawn) – a character’s proficiency with melee weapons such as knives and swords.
>Perception 2 (Cunning) – a skill used to notice clues, perceive hidden dangers, and all manner of hidden objects or persons.
>Piloting [Space] 1 (Agility) – the ability to pilot starships and other stellar vessels.
>Sith 1 (Intellect) – a measure of a character’s knowledge regarding the Sith and Dark Side of the Force.
>Stealth 1 (Agility) – a measure of how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.
>Vigilance (Resolve) – represents a character’s ability to take notice of events happening in their surroundings and peripheral vision.

>>Traits:
>Jedi Shadow [Add +2 to checks made for Deception, Perception, Stealth and Vigilance]
>Makashi Expert [Roll 3d6 when using Form II/Makashi]
>Indistinguishable [You are but a face in the crowd, and add 1d6 to Stealth rolls]

>>Lightsaber Rating: 3
>>Weapons: Two yellow-gold, single-blade lightsabers
>>Lightsaber Forms:
>Form II, Makashi [Finesse]
>Form VI, Niman [Finesse+Cunning]

>>Force Rating: 1 (1d10+Resolve+Affinity)
>>Force Affinity: Alter (+5)
>>Force Powers:
>Force Pull/Push 1 (Alter) – The iconic telekinesis of every Jedi, determines lifting limit and push power.
>Force Speed 1 (Alter) – The universe seems to slow around you, and you are react faster as a result of it.
>Force Weapon 1 (Alter) – You imbue a weapon with the Force, increasing its durability and damage. At second rank, weapons imbued become resistant to lightsabers. At fifth rank...?
>Sever Force 2 (Alter)– A rare and seldom-taught and used technique by the Jedi of the Old Republic that strips one’s connection with the Force. Leveling this increases duration and effectiveness. At fifth rank...?

>>Misc. Inventory:
>Holocron of the Betrayer - a Jedi Holocron containing the persona of Kreia, a Jedi from the time of Revan and the First Jedi Purge.

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“...you snore like a Rancor,” Arotta murmurs, reclined against your chest. The togruta blows a strand of your hair out of her face, clicking her tongue irritably. “And you drool like a Hutt. Cross-species contamination isn’t really a concern, but I’d rather not have any more of your fluids on me than necessary.”

The insults are certainly in her style, at the very least. But something is seriously...well, not wrong, per se. Just unusual. You have little memory of how you got into this position, as well as this overall scenario. Force knows it’s familiar enough. But as your mind starts to work, it doesn’t take you too long to come to the most obvious answer.

“This is a dream, isn’t it?” Exhaling, you untangle yourself from her arms and stumble out of the covers. There is no sign of your clothing or uniform, further indication that this is most definitely a dream. “...it’s too damn nice for it to be anything else.”

“...I think you’re right.” The dream-self of your rival takes one look at the bed and the pastoral, alien sunrise that the window offers. She doesn’t even last a second before snorting derisively. “Yeah, definitely one of yours. I wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping on something as fancy as a four-corner bed with a view as nice as this...with you to boot.”

“I didn’t know you had other liaisons aside from myself,” you counter, rubbing the sides of your temples.

She rolls her eyes. “I mean, you aren’t wrong, but it’s the thought that counts. The two of us are far too base for this level of...whatever. Code says we aren’t meant to be surrounded by luxury or comfort.”

There’s a great many things in the Code that both of you have played double-dutch with. For at least a good three years. And even though it's a dream, you can’t help but snark back, “Gee, Bashur...if you wanted the itchy bedroll or a pallet of crates with the backdrop of space, all you had to do was ask and I’d dream one up for you. I could’ve sworn that we were one angry spar away before the Clones went and installed permanent mood lighting fixture in Cargo Bay D-423.”

“You wish...” she dryly remarks, raising the blanket to peer down into what it hid. Apparently, she doesn’t like what she sees right between her legs; her eyebrows go just a little higher. “Ohhhh, yeah, that’s definitely gonna stain the mattress. Hope you have good room service in your head, pink-skin.”

The jab doesn’t particularly hurt. It’s a game the two of you play, a pretense of hostilities that you keep up for the sake of remaining detached, ensuring this strange relationship stays purely physical. Mostly because your egos aren’t nearly big enough for a single room, but especially since neither of you seem to know what to do if the hostilities were to simply...cease.

(cont.)

> Thicc lekku

When do we fill out our wardrobe of 57 different shades of the same drab robe?

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>>4041697
She yawns, stretching like a cat. And the way the sun rises, playing off of her blue skin and highlighting the little freckles that go all the way down her back...it’s as close to heaven as a man can get. At least, in the dream. The real deal is certainly not as-

“I know the montrals go a ways down, but those aren’t what you’re looking at, is it?” she cuts sternly, flicking the space between your brow. “Eyes up here. Or at least imagine me some clothes, you lech.”

You can’t believe that you’re getting into an argument with a figment of your own subconscious. “Lucid dreaming isn’t as easy as that. Besides, what do you expect to appear as given the...core of our relationship?”

Dream-Arotta scoffs. “Degenerate.”

“Exhibitionist.”

“Child groomer,” she snaps.

“You were in my same age group during Initiate training, and well above eighteen when we first-” your face suddenly pales, “...wait, you were, right? And you're not tall just because of your love for milk and calcium-”

Her snigger is all the answer you need. Growling, you snatch a nearby pillow with the Force and fling it at her. Master Yoda might have frowned at such a frivolous use of it, but he isn’t here right now, even as you continue to believe in his survival. “You’re a real incorrigible piece of work, you know that? Even in my dreams, I can’t escape this blueberry harpy.”

“Had you there, pink-skin,” she crows smugly, “You’re a Jedi Shadow, aren’t you? Always gotta be on your toes. Although I wouldn’t exactly expect you to remember my Life Day-”

“6th Day of Month 2,” you counter, much to her surprise. Arotta seems equal measures shocked, and just a tad bit flustered. And then you decide to pop that particular bubble before it could metastasize into any misunderstandings. “You were never as ill-humored or violent on that day.”

Her mouth curls into a severe pout, “I could be nice when I wanted to.”

“You had me fooled for the better part of twenty years...” The door isn’t so far away. And as far as you can tell, it’s the exit from this little subconscious tête-à-tête. “...still, nice as...this is, I can’t exactly stay for long...”

Arotta doesn’t mind. She shoos you out of bed, chirping, “Of course not. Besides, it’s rude to keep a lady waiting, Farren. Especially if you’re all shacked up with the cognitive version of your lover.”

“You’re not a lady,” you dryly answer. The latter part of her statement isn’t one you’re about to deny for the sake of your own integrity.

“You’re not exactly a gentleman yourself,” she says with a grin wide enough to hurt, “What’re you gonna tell the real me about that Mandolorian girl whose...thingy you tweaked. Actually, what is the human female equivalent of montrals or lekku, Farren?”

(cont.)

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The look you give her could have evaporated all the water on Kamino. She knows damn well what human women have in lieu of said appendages since she’s got one as well. Hell, any female that’s vaguely mammalian has...has THAT.

“See, now I know for sure that this is all happening in my head,” you muse, changing subjects so abruptly that you might have gotten whiplash, “And that you’re just a figment of my imagination. The real-Arotta would rather choke on sand than pick up any colloquialisms from me.”

“Sand?” her face scrunches up in disgust. “Not likely. It gets everywhere, in crevices and cracks where fine particulates shouldn’t be. Don’t hate it, but it’s a pain in the butt.”

You snort as you stand, making your way over to the door. “Careful you don't let Skywalker hear you saying that. He comes from a desert planet. He wouldn’t like it if you talked badly about his home world.”

“Probably,” Dream-Arotta shrugs, “Although I can’t say whether or not the real me would have liked him. I don’t think you’ve ever seen her and Skywalker talking. You should ask her if you find her on Kakarit.”

If...

“I’ll ask when going to rescue you,” you say, gripping the door to the exit. “Come hell or high water.”

Dream-Arotta sighs, regarding you with somewhat of an uncharacteristic, sad smile. “You said the same thing about Kristen.”

Even in your dreams, she knows which buttons to press. Still, your voice somehow remains level as you answer, “You of all people should know that I haven’t proven myself a liar yet. And Kristen is...just a work in progress...”

“Progress that could lead you to the Dark Side of the Force,” she warns.

“...I risked Knighthood to go rescue you. What’s a slippery slope between bringing back someone from near-death?”

There is an uncomfortable silence at that. But your mind’s already been made. You open the door, and step forward, out from the realm of dreams and into the waking world. But just before the light overtakes you, the lilting voice of your subconscious gets one final word in.

“I hope you’ll know what you want to say to her.”

...damned blueberry.

>19 BBY
>Two weeks after Order 66

>En route to Kakarit, Behrilia System [8 Day Journey, to and back]
>6 Days to Find Master Kosa and Padawan Bashur.

“Captain’s on deck!” Suzel calls as he swivels to greet you. He throws you a haphazard salute before returning to the controls. It’s mostly for show; hyperspace doesn’t require much beyond programming a computer, but you let the Nagai have the dignity of pretending to work. “Everything’s all clear, boss.”

You nod, passing him a steaming cup of caf. It certainly isn’t high and fine dining the likes of Dex’s café, but it’s more than passable for deep-space exploration. “Glad to see it. How’re you settling in?”

(cont.)

The quest has come and so have I

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>>4041717
“Pretty well, all things considered...” he pauses to take an experimental sip, slowly nodding in approval before going for another swing. “Never thought I’d be at the helm of one of these, let alone repaying a debt to a Jedi.”

“It’s a strange universe we live in,” you reply, settling into the pilot’s chair. A moment passes by as the two of you enjoy your beverages. Then, you muse, “I didn’t know that the Jedi had a reputation in the Unknown Regions.”

“Word gets around...besides, it isn’t like you’re the only ones capable of lifting objects up with your minds, innit?”

Isn’t that a concerning thought? But you clear your throat, inquiring, “Where are the others?”

He gestures back towards the center of the spaceship, answering, “Vehicle bay. Elba’s showing ’82 and B-33 the finer points of speed bike mechanics.”

“How inspiring. And how soon are we away from Kakarit?”

“We made the final jump while you were asleep, boss. Matter of fact...” The Nagai pulls up a console, muttering under his breath as he crunches the numbers. “...we should be there within the half-hour.”

Four days have passed since you left Mylar-3 and began your journey into the Outer Rim. Assuming it would take you the same amount of time to return, barring any unfortunate incidents along the way...you have six galactic standard days. Six days for you to rescue your rival/lover and her Jedi Master.

“Very good,” you murmur, equal measures to your co-pilot as well as your own timing. “Keep an eye on that console and get ready to drop us out. How long will it take to get everybody up here?”

The answer is two minutes. Appallingly slow for any emergency, but you can hardly fault them. One by one, they all settle into their respective seats, strapping themselves in as Suzel has his hands on the lever. The Nagai is nervous, but excited in equal measures, eagerly waiting as the countdown runs out.

“Exiting hyperspace in three,” he shouts, “...two...one...now!”

And he flips the switch-

>>THE KAKARIT SYSTEM IS UNDER SEVERE QUARANTINE.
>>BY ORDER OF THE GALACTIC EMPIRE.
>> UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY IS PROHIBITED.
>>DO NOT LINGER, JUMP TO NEXT AVAILABLE SYSTEM WITH ALL HASTE.
>>SALVAGERS AND SCAVENGERS WILL BE PROSECUTED WITH THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW-

-and promptly crashes into a floating satellite. One second it’s there, and in the next...poof. Nothing but a mess of wires, broken silicon and twisted metal that peels off as you transition into realspace.

Somehow, even B-33 manages to convey a flat look as the four of you bore into the Nagai, who shrinks back defensively. “I didn’t mean for that to happen!”

You pointedly ignore him, turning towards the others. “.Status report?”

“Wrrrrrraaaahhhhhhhh,” answers Elba. Thank the Force. There’s only a scuff on the front that’ll buff out easily; purely cosmetic with no other indications of permanent damage. “Wraaawwwwwwwwhhhh.”

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“Statement,” HK intones from his special mount on a side console, “Do pay more attention next time, meatbag. Addendum: I would have to write home a strongly-worded letter to your parents.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you cut in, taking the helm. The wheel responds to your commands, and you slowly bring the ship to a halt, just at the far edge of the system’s gravitational pull. “Check the scanners. I want to know what’s in the system-”

“Uh...chief?” His chagrin and mortification is all but forgotten. The Nagai stares at his scanner with something akin to nervous fear. “You might want to come and take a look at this...”

All of you crowd around the imaging system as Suzel pulls up real-time mapping data of the Berhillia system. Kakarit orbits idly as the third planet of five, the sole among its siblings capable of supporting life. It certainly reads just as well as the intelligence report you had presented them with...

“Ancestors,” whispers Suzel as stares at the computer. “...it’s a graveyard.”

He isn’t wrong. The images that flash by aren’t about to get out of your head anytime soon.
A massive battle had taken place here. That much you can tell. The derelicts uniformly follow the same orbital path, between Kakarit and the fourth planet in the system. Their shattered hulls drift listlessly through space, intermingling with the ruins of their foes. It doesn’t matter what affiliation they were; Separatist or Republic, the battle that was fought here had been paid in the blood of thousands.

“How the hell did they take out two Venators?” you exhale, breathless and aghast as Suzel focuses on the Republic Star Destroyers. You spot the ruined bridge of one, its corresponding center piece...and a Venator that had been blown from the middle. “There couldn’t have been more than one capital ship and four cruisers, tops...”

B-33 analyzes the debris and images with startling speed. He reports, “This unit believes that it was a battle of attrition...of endurance. Three Venators were deployed, yet only two are here. The rest of the Separatist ships can be all accounted for.”

“...what a waste of life,” you shake your head as you pull the ship in from the edge of the system. Beyond whatever Suzel had crashed into...wait a moment. “...we were getting a burst of data from that satellite. What the hell was that?”

“Wwwwrrrrrraaaaaaaaahhh.” Elba forwards the data to everybody’s terminal. “Wrrraaah.”

“‘Quarantine?’” you ask, disbelieving. “I’ve never heard of such a thing happening...the hell's going down there?”

HK-82 hums. “Theoretical query; it could also refer to locking down the system. Perhaps they had used the wrong verbiage to deter any looters. The dead should best be left to rest, master. Addendum: the crime of looting a battlefield and stripping the soldiers of their belongings is considered to be a felony-”

(cont.)

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It’s easy enough for you to tune out his voice. The droid has a point. If the Clones were in a hurry to finish the battle and kriff off back to the Republic...would they have left a warning if they had not intended to return? Clones are easily replaced, as are the spaceships to a certain extent. And this far in the Outer Rim...lawless by any definition of the word.

...but you conclude that the Empire would have had a good reason to drop that warning. And quarantines usually implied some sort of pathological disease, an outbreak of an illness...what had happened on Kakarit?

Chewing your lip, you ask, “What about the satellite? What was it doing-?”

B-33 cuts in. “This unit reports that it is not transmitting to any location; it is simply a buoy spewing data to all directions for the general public.”

That certainly takes a weight off your chest, and releases a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

“How kind of them to warn us,” Suzel dryly muses as he tags ships of interest. “Looks like we’ve got a few ships that maintained structural integrity for a few of their compartments. I dunno what we’ll find in them, but it’s up to you, boss.”

>>Chose one:
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
>Stop and salvage what you can from the ships. (Spend 1 Day)

||VOTE OPEN FOR FIVE HOURS||

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
We stand to gain nothing from delving dangerous shipwrecks.

>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
If we aren't running for our lives and have time to spare we can always grab stuff on the way out.

>>4041774
>We stand to gain nothing from delving dangerous shipwrecks.
Except data and shit. Which happens to be probably the single most valuable thing we could possibly find. Information is king. A bunch of wrecked imperial ships and you think you can't juice a terminal to nab some intel?

Why the rush, Arotta is already dead anyway. Just start looting. Loot is eternal.

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
If we got time to spend on the way out then sure. But our goal is two Jedi.

>We stand to gain nothing from delving dangerous shipwrecks.

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041717
>That update
Depressed KEK
>>4041760
>Ignore them

>Inb4 we freak out because arotta is actually happy to see us when we land

>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)

>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
But I'm curious as to what we'd get if we stopped to play squib

>>4041769
>Vote open for five hours
>nearly seven hours later

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You shake your head. “We aren’t here to scavenge or salvage, much as I’d like to. There’s two Jedi on Kakarit that need our help.”

The rest of the crew neither brooks nor harbors any argument as you take the controls. The Albatross responds, gently gliding through the debris field with the grace and smoothness of its namesake. Its electronics suite is advanced enough to predict the paths of junk or other floating garbage, charting a safe course for you to pilot...

...at least, it avoids the junk that would cause serious damage. More than once, some wayward bit of scrap metal bumps into the hull. The others are spooked just by the abruptness of the noises, but you’re more worried about whether or not some of the droids are still active. The ruined forms of Separatist war machines, the likes of B1’s and B2 battle droids, occasionally float in front of the cockpit and set you on edge. All it would take was one buzz droid to turn this rescue mission on its head, if you aren’t careful.

The reverse offers you little comfort. The Phase-2 helmet of a clone trooper drifts into view, and just the way the light of Behrellia catches off the visor...it’s enough to make you shiver. That could have been the last sight for a great many Jedi before they were cut down by the Clones that they led into battle.

Suzel was wrong. This place wasn't a graveyard as much as a charnel house.

Clearing the debris field gives you little comfort. The Force surrounding the system is tainted, dyed a bloody red of death. It would take several decades or a master to purify the taint. As it is, the sensation is enough to make your skin crawl, no matter how much distance you put between the battlefield and the Albatross. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Wrruuhh.” Elba’s declaration is a welcome distraction, but it takes you a few moments to pull out of the reverie.

“What is it?” you grunt, squinting at his console...communications. “...you found another signal?”

The wookiee nods. “Wrrrrruuuhhh.”

Suzel’s confusion at his inability to understand is replaced by suspicion. “A signal? What kind, mate?”

“Wruhh.”

“Translation: distress,” supplements HK-82. “The wookiee has detected a distress signal coming from the surface of Kakarit.”

A distress signal...you try not to be too hopeful as you bus yourself over to Elba’s station. It could have anyone, even the Separatist leadership if any organics had accompanied the droids! But as you give the go-ahead for Elba to clear up the signal, you hold onto the hope that it just might be Arotta.

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It takes a few minutes for the wookiee to isolate the signal and clear out the rest of the white noise. But the wookiee knows his mechanics, and manages to produce a pure, clear signal amidst the interference. The five of you lean in, listening as he boosts the receiver by several degrees of sensitivity-

“...ships out there, this is Major Marcs of the 57th Elite Corps, Grand Army of the Republic! Our Jedi and clone commanders are M.I.A. and I have a full company of men in need of dire assistance and evacuation! We can’t hold out against the clankers for much longer! I repeat, to any ships out there...”

The entire crew shares a look of surprise. Clones, a full company of them! One hundred of Kamino’s finest warriors are still alive and kicking in the jungle...with a Separatist element significant enough to cause this Major Marcs to worry. Not quite the hot zone that you had dreaded given the intel, but still not one you’re looking forward to dealing with.

Suzel is the first one to respond, disgust coloring his own confusion. “You don’t mean to tell me that they just kriffed off and left their mates to die down there?”

“I’d bet a few hundred credits that it has to do with that quarantine,” you murmur. Pulling up another console confirms a lingering suspicion. It’s within a handful of clicks from where you first traced Arotta’s signal. “They must be the ground force that accompanied the Jedi.”

“...they sound pretty healthy and alive for dead men,” Suzel points out. “Although ancestors know how old this recording is...”

As if on cue, Elba presses a few buttons and adjusts several parameters on his console. “Wrrrruuuhhh.”

“Translation: one week.”

“Huh. Fancy that.”

B-33’s optics hum and whir as he processes this information. “They could be suffering from a slow-acting agent. Master, have the Separatists engaged in biological or chemical warfare during the duration of the Clone Wars?”

You rack your brain, trying to remember anything that might have popped up in Master Larid’s reports. “...I think there might have been a few instances, but those were few and far in between.”

But the message certainly was clear enough. Something on that planet warranted an extreme response, from putting the system in quarantine to marooning their own Clones.

“Extrapolation,” 82 intones, “These clones specified that they serve the Republic, not the Empire that left the beacon. Theoretic query: perhaps they were marooned for not betraying the Jedi?”

...loathe as you are to admit that, the droid has a point. Your own distaste of Clones comes from second-hand stories told by Torok and Aure. The former witnessed his master shot down by his own squadron, and the latter’s brokered a deal with the Tof to secure her and her apprentice. But Clones still loyal to the Republic?

Suzel clicks his tongue. “I dunno, boss. I got a bad feeling about this.”

(cont.)

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Clearing your throat, you reply, “I thought you were about to advocate rescuing them.”

“Even if I was...” He gesticulates towards the entirety of the Albatross. “I don’t think we’d be able to fit a whole company, let alone a platoon, even if we cleared out all the cargo.

“Besides,” he adds, “Dishonorable as it is to just leave your fellows to die and not just give them a swift, painless death...they had to have had a good reason. At least, I hope so. Because that’s another tally against this ‘Empire’ you warned the rest of the slaves about.”

“Wrrruuuhh.” There doesn’t need to be a translation to detect the disagreement in Elba’s undulation. After all, Wookiees are (in)famous for their honor and loyalty, especially for the people they fight alongside with. Leaving them there to die a slow, ignoble death of either starvation or illness would really nettle him.

“Statement: as your legal counsel, I strongly recommend getting in touch with the surviving Clones. If not for humanitarian purposes, then just to assess the situation.”

“Illogical and risky,” B-33 chirps. “Even if these clones are loyal to the Republic and not the Empire, it was still the Republic that gave the order for the Jedi to be eradicated.”

“They seemed awfully concerned that both their clone commander and Jedi leaders were missing,” remarks Suzel as he takes up the devil’s advocate.

“This unit is just merely stating what it knows from information assimilated from Master Gaelle and his fellow Jedi.”

As the rest of your crew begins to debate the merits, the ‘what-if’ scenarios and possibilities of what awaits you, you pull into your own thoughts. As leader, it’s your choice at the end of the day, and they’ll follow whether they like it or note. Granted, this is more personal given both the purge and the one you came to rescue, but the point remains that you’re flying into a dangerous unknown. As Master Larid would often say:

“No plan survives first contact with the enemy, and intelligence can be outdated in as quick as a minute.”

There’s an old saying passed along the Republic and the ranks of the Jedi that Clones are just numbers. They aren't people.

But the distress in Major Marcs’ voice seemed real enough.

>>What will you do?
>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

||Vote open for four hours||

Goin' to class, be back later tonight.

>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
Man, I have a soft spot for Jangos.

>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

Gotta start somewhere. Not like they'll know we're a jedi unless we tell them, anyway.

>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

We dont really have a better starting point.

>>4042149
>>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
Can't trust that they might not have betrayed the jedi.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
>Come up with an alias that doesn't give away our position as a Jedi. We need details on the situation before giving away that crucial of information.

>>4042152
>Not like they'll know we're a jedi unless we tell them, anyway.
See the problem with this assumption is that we still have yet to be allowed a loadout selection for our mission. Which means that we'll always be forced to use our lightsabers UNLESS we all vote to actively use a blaster or a vibroblade. And that's probably the one negative thing in my eyes concerning this quest.
>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
We need a lead.

>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
But don't say we're a fucking Jedi.

>>4042167
Supporting.
Especially supporting the alias idea.

Do we have a mask? We can opt to use the blaster.

>>4042169
Suzel and Elbawaraak have a vibroblade and vibrosword, respectively, that you could borrow.

>>4042174
Then I'll vote to borrow Elba's sword, mostly because if I remember right Suzel is built more towards melee combat than Elba, but Elba can pick up a blaster or punch the shit out of things.
I'd like to also try to get Elbawaraak a Blaster Rifle if we can get our hands on one.

>>4042149
Supporting >>4042167
Even if they never got the order from Sheev, we don’t that nor do we know if anyone else could be listening.

>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

>>4042174
Aren't we still carrying the blaster pistol the mando chick gave to us?

>>4042178
They might have gotten the order and ignored it, as well. Unless we're using the bio-chip nonsense from disney canon.

>>4042183
> bio-chip nonsense from disney canon.
Wasn't that in TCW?

>>4042183
I think we gave that Blaster to B33.
Now that I think about it, we could instead borrow the blaster from him and let Elba keep his sword.

>They might have gotten the order and ignored it, as well. Unless we're using the bio-chip nonsense from disney canon.
That Chip-shit was one of the most retarded ideas I have ever seen, because not only does it add nothing of value it also takes away the impact of the clones betrayal via Order 66.

>>4042174
I vote to use the Mando blaster.
>>4042183
Or the order was given but they never received it. Maybe something is fucked with the planet, we don’t really know why it’s quarantined.
>>4042190
I think he asked for it but we didn’t give to him.

I think Rebels is what specified that the chip HAD to be removed or the clone couldn't resist it at all.
In the EU, a number of clones disobeyed it outright due to being already suspicious, having formed an affinity with the Jedi or thinking it was a false order.

>>4042194
>>4042174
Same here. I change my vote to the Mando Blaster.

>>4042202
Bit of an odd thing to respond to a clone distress beacon with.
just "Mando Blaster."

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>>4042183
>Bio-chip nonsense.
While I may be integrating a select few things from the Disney canon, control chips are /not/ one of them.

>>4042183
Yeah, you're still carrying the heavy blaster pistol Nomiana gave you. Not that you're trained to use it, but you could still roll Ranged (Light) and just pray you're lucky.

That said, even if you decide to pretend you aren't a Jedi, how're you gonna explain the refurbished SuperTactical droid?

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At any rate, stats for Elba and Suzel...

>>Elbawaraak (Wookiee Mercenary Soldier)
>Brawn: 4
>Finesse: 2
>Intellect: 2
>Cunning: 2
>Resolve: 3
>Panache: 2

>>Analysis: Elbawaraak is an archetypal member of his species, excelling in matters of both strength and willpower. However, to merely brush him off as a dull brute would be a grave mistake. Elbawaraak is currently sworn to Farren via life-debt, and will travel with him as demanded by Wookiee cultural norms.

>>Skills:
>Brawl 2 (Brawn)
>Gunnery 2 (Finesse)
>Mechanics 2 (Intellect)
>Melee 3 (Brawn)
>Perception 2 (Cunning)
>Ranged [Heavy] 2 (Finesse)
>Ranged [Light] 3 (Finesse)

>>Traits:
>Gearhead – this character has a talent for fixing machines, and adds 1d6 to Mechanics checks.
>Wookiee Rage – when half wounded, this character adds 1d6 to his damage rolls; when critically wounded, add 2d6 to damage rolls.

>>Weapons:
>Scatter Blaster.
>Vibrosword.
>Thermal Detonator (15).

====

>>Suzel (Nagai Scout)
>Brawn: 2
>Finesse: 3
>Intellect: 1
>Cunning: 3
>Resolve: 2
>Panache: 2

>>Analysis: what this character lacks in formal education, he makes up for in being light on his feet and even quicker with his instincts. As a Nagai, Suzel holds honor in the highest regard, from repaying debts, refusing to kill weaker opponents and ritual suicide should honor be lost.

>>Skills:
>Athletics 2 (Brawn)
>Discipline 1 (Resolve)
>Melee 3 (Brawn)
>Ranged 1 [Light] (Finesse)
>Resilience 2 (Brawn)
>Stealth 2 (Finesse)
>Skullduggery 3 (Cunning)

>>Traits:
>Impalement Artist – this character can make a Melee check to throw knives/daggers as projectiles.
>Nagai Discipline – focused and intense, this Nagai adds 1d6 when making Discipline checks.

>>Weapons:
>Vibroblade.
>Throwing Knives (12).
>Blaster Pistol.

>>4042205
>He doesn't know about Top Secret Republic Agent "Double-Oh Mando"
Women want him, men want him, sith want him. Even his enemies want him.

>>4042208
>That said, even if you decide to pretend you aren't a Jedi, how're you gonna explain the refurbished SuperTactical droid?
We tell the tale of finding it in a shitheap and payed someone too much money to put it back together because it looks cool. Because sometimes the blatantly stupid answer is sometimes the best one.

>>4042208
>That said, even if you decide to pretend you aren't a Jedi, how're you gonna explain the refurbished SuperTactical droid?
Our cover could be a half truth, we’re a scavenger who went to a planet in the unknown region and bought it there.

>>4042211
I want our alias to be really really dumb now.

I literally want to call ourselves "Mando Blaster."

>>4042213
Don't use the words Unknown Region at all.

>>4042216
Just say we beat the shit out of a longheaded asshole and stole a droid because it looked cool.

>>4042216
How about Hutt Space?
>>4042208
Kaz where is Kakarit on the map of galaxy?

>>4042149
>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
I thought we were going to take over the droids

>>4042251
I'm not remiss to bolster our forces with traitor clones.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
Clone bros are worth the risk.

>>4042253
Clones are surrounded by droid forces.
If a Jedi comes and says "Not to worry, my tactical droid can take over them, anyway, the Chancellor is the true threat", then Order 66 was right: the Jedi are traitors! >>4042258

>>4042274
>the chancellor
Doesn't exist.
Neither does the republic.
Seperatists are defeated too.

>>4042208
>>4042190
>>4042183
>chip
While kind of ridiculous, it is equally ridiculous to think all the Clones would be so willing to betray the Jedi like that. TCW humanized clones to the point it was incredibly hard to believe they'd flip so easily until the chip was introduced. Biotech is retarded to a point but that was nowhere near Vong-levels of ridiculous.

That's just my two cents, though

>>4042284
While technically it makes sense. It's probably not gonna look that way towards the clones.

>>4042292
There were a bunch of examples in the EU that weren't, however and if you get an army that has been bred and trained to follow orders getting an order saying the Jedi have turned traitor and attacked the chancellor, they'll follow it.
The chip was just retarded bullshit to push all the clones that did outright ignore the order out of canon as well as absolve them of any humanity or responsibility over Order 66.

>>4042292
>TCW humanized clones to the point it was incredibly hard to believe they'd flip so easily until the chip was introduced.
Again, that was the whole point. Their loyalty to the Republic/Empire was stronger than their loyalty to the Jedi. And the Jedi at that point in the war, are so used to them following their lead that getting shot in the back by their own men was the last thing on their minds.

>>4042302
Well, there's the choice to join up with the Empire. I can kind of see your complaint but it's pretty weaksauce when you consider how little the clones are relevant at all after the Republic's Fall. Don't know how many former clone troops were characters in the side-material back in the heyday but the clones matter little beyond their betrayal. Not like a lot of the betrayers would live long enough to see the Empire's fall to see just how pointless their betrayal was. The shitty treatment could be seen as enough though, I grant you that.
>>4042303
Eh, I guess I just don't put as much importance on that as you guys do. Just doesn't have an effect.

>>4042312
Relevant clones popped up every so often in the EU. The Null-ARCs were major characters into the New Republic, the 501st was constantly stated to be all Jango and wanked as the best Stormtrooper squadron in the Empire, Able was a clone trooper that joined the Rebellion and was fairly important in the comics up until he died, the son of a clone commando also showed up in the new republic novels. It was mostly exceptional individuals, but clone troopers or the effects of were still pretty relevant after the fall of the republic.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

We either get info from the clones or we fuck around in the jungle hoping to get lucky for the next week.

>>4042149
>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
Not our problem. If the jedi can confirm their story, *then* we can aid them. In the mean while we should try to snag as many CIS droids as we reasonably can on the planet. Both good intel and numbers.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

>>4042312
>but it's pretty weaksauce when you consider how little the clones are relevant at all after the Republic's Fall. Don't know how many former clone troops were characters in the side-material back in the heyday but the clones matter little beyond their betrayal
What Sin Loyalty is one of the best SW stories
So is Battlefront II

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>>4042421
>Battlefront 2
>that entry about Secura
Thanks for reminding me.

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>>4042436
I remember that Barris got straight up merk'd with a walker in one comic. That was fantastic.

>>4042436
Not as sad as the ending to What Sin Loyalty

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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
Clone Bro time.

>mfw we didnt scav for droids we could have repaired

>>4042612
>>mfw we didnt scav for droids we could have repaired
I'm sure there is at least one that is in decent enough condition to salvage planetside. Until it gets crushed under a rock thrown by worst waifu of course.

>>4042612
>>4042661
If we finish our rescue op fast enough we may be able to go scavenge then.

>>4042669
>If we finish our rescue op fast enough we may be able to go scavenge then.
Exactly my reasoning as well. If we can complete the mission fast enough, then we'll be able to spend some time doing some battlefield salvaging.

>>4042208
>While I may be integrating a select few things from the Disney canon, control chips are /not/ one of them.
So the clones simply obeyed orders - as they were trained to do - and put down a Jedi rebellion.

If their Clone Commander was killed by the Jedi after he got the order, but before he had a chance to relay it - there is a chance that they don’t know that Order 66 is in effect.

Still, once they do they just become tools of the Imperial War Machine.

>>4042761
If that's the situation, then they will be useful until communications are restored.

>>4042761
>She's down there cut off with her clones fighting and refuses to believe they've betrayed us all

>>4042891
She would've felt the deaths.
Besides, she went missing anyway, it seems.

God only knows what she's up to.

>>4042898
Well, unless she got eaten by some random animal or plant.

She's not exactly going Rambo here.
if her transmitter hasn't moved...

Inb4 Blueberry got eaten by a Sarlacc

>>4042898
>inb4 the dark taint in the air is blocking it all out
>inb4 she's actually just really fucking out of touch

>>4042912
>Sarlacc
B-33, Take this vibrosword
Now is your time.

>>4042912
>if her transmitter hasn't moved...
>inb4 she's living out her noble savage fantasies and is wandering around the planet buck ass naked
>inb4 one part of her fantasy involves us hunting her down and fucking her brains out
>inb4 Farren facepalms so hard it becomes a Echo in the Force at this all becoming true
My sides are currently in the upper atmosphere.

>>4042968
Aren't Togruta like a predatory hunter race? There's probably some truth to this.

>>4042981
Or she's in unimaginable pain and being digested by the galaxy's most autistic megafauna which takes a millenia to properly digest things.
You know, because suffering.

>>4042968
At worst, she'll have justifiably fallen. That is if we find her alive.

>>4042968
>Implying it’s not going to be her hunting us
>Implying that wasn’t her master plan the entire time

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>>4043201
>Implying it's not going to be a game of Cat and Mouse
>Implying it's not going to turn into a really fetishy version of the movie Predator and Farren is Arnold
You are now imagining Farren talk in Schwarzenegger's voice.

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>>4043101
>>4043201
>she becomes some kind of primal Inquisitor the moment she learns of our being here
Good thing we don't have that strong of a Force presence, huh guys?

>>4043227
I mean, or things are plaued straight and we find her corpse; gunned down by repeated blaster fire. Honestly, probably the most realistic handling of things given that almost no Jedi actually escaped Order 66.

>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal
But only if we're hiding the fact we're Jedi

>>4043234
I wouldn't consider ~5% to be almost none.

>>4042981
highly collectivist predators with scary ass smile thanks to their mouthful of sharp canine teeth and echolocation through their horns. They are also strictly carnivorous and not omnivores. They are fond of taking trophies from their prey/victims. Basically the scary cousins of the twi'leks.

Comparing them to Predators isn't entirely wrong. They share quite a bit in common.

>>4043234
>Being this salty
It’s not a trick the Jedi would teach you
>>4043225
Kek
> “GET TO THE BANTHA, GO ON, GET OUT OF HERE”

> “Elba, you’re bleeding”
> “ERRREREGH”
> “What does that mean Farren?”
> “hmm, ‘I Ain’t Got Time To Bleed’”

>>4043258
>sharp canine teeth
Sharp teeth would be enough. Since canines refer to the specific placement and function in the mouth rather than the shape.

>>4043259
>Elba carrying around a Blaster Minigun with a Battery Pack and wearing a boonie hat
Why yes I do want this in my life how did you know?

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>>4043272
>wanting the wookie to die
Next you'll tell me Suzel is a son of a bitch.

>>4043278
Nope, but he's gonna be the first to let us know that there's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man.

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Okay, I'm watered and fed. I've got a short paper to finish, but I think I can entertain for an hour or two because I need to get the itch out of my system.

Writing...

My international roommate comes from Wuhan, and he is extremely worried about his family since they're trapped within the quarantine zone. I need something to take my mind of his panicked calls to China.

>>4043295
Yeah, that stuff’s crazy
>>4043272
Would that mean that Suzel is bill duke?

Lurker here, there are a fair few things we didn't get to thus far that should be addressed:
1. Spoken to Torok about what happened to his master.
2. Checked to see if Master Sure recovered her lightsaber.
3. Talked to both to help them through the popsicling of our mutual friend.
4. Tried to contact or track any of the other Salamanders.
5. Checked the holiness for the overall state of the galaxy; ongoing battles against the CIS, Jedi on wanted lists meaning they may still be alive, Antarian Rangers, PSF/PDF (is it security or defense?) that have declared themselves against the New Order, who is in charge of the New Order (no IC knowledge), rogue GAR divisions whether clone or otherwise, etc.
6. Checked/compiled a database of Jedi signals at the time of the purge (Order 66 isn't a term known to us) to be crossreferenced with those on wanted lists.
7. Had someone try to track down the Revenant to steal their ride. (probably for the best)
8. Checked to see if the half-broken double-saber is still in the Galleria. (also probably for the best)
9. Asked Kemmian (spelling?) or our alien bros If a Mandalorian was captured/killed among the offworlders by the slaves.
10. Interacted with our medikool Droid to see if it has humor approximation protocols. ("Ehh, what's up Doc?")
11. Found a speed dorf to complete our whacky space outlaw crew: we have a big & brawny alien, eccentric laser-wizard, rogue with an accent, gleefully murderous robit, blue alien babe (WIP), and conflicted/mad darksider (WIP).
12. Gotten survival gear such as synthflesh and bacta patches, nor wardrobe changes to disguise ourselves.

Also, my vote is for:
>Transmit a general hailing frequency identifying yourselves as scavengers/miners, inquiring as to what's up with the quarantine warning and stating that you have medical training to offer.

By doing so, multiple avenues are opened up, as any of the three possible surviving groups could contact us, especially if desperate and with casualties. What's more, if we drop our name or simply callsign "Salamander Clan" without volunteering our status as Jedi, no one will no any better besides the blue wizard chicks, who will then know to seek us out.

*HOLONET daggum it.

*SPESS DORF

>>4043318
>10. Interacted with our medikool Droid to see if it has humor approximation protocols. ("Ehh, what's up Doc?")
That reminds me, we have to teach B-33 psychological warfare protocols which include using puns and wordplay to distract/enrage his foes. Or make them cringe and more easily shot.

>>4043259
I don't want that to happen. I like blue waifus. I'm mostly saying a very large amount of Jedi died, and she's nothing special. When Jedi Master's like Mundi are getting gunned down, it's hard to see a random Padawan making it - mind you some did though, so I could be wrong.

>>4043341
Mundi was too exhausted from his eighth orgy that day. Leave him alone.

>>4043348
Mundi was too naive and couldn't accept that he was getting betrayed. Just like Dooku.

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>>4042151
>>4042152
>>4042158
>>4042161
>>4042165
>>4042166
>>4042167
>>4042169
>>4042170
>>4042180
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>>4042262
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>>4042392
>>4042612
“Elba, B-33.” The two snap to attention as they hear their names. “Get inside the turret guns and spool up the lasercannons. We’re gonna give the clones a hand, and if we find ourselves in the middle of a firefight, I want to be shooting back at the Separatists.”

Both of them nod, sprinting down the central corridor of the Albatross to reach the turrets. HK-82 hums, satisfied with himself as the sole occupants of the cockpit strap in for entry.

“...I hope you know what you’re doing, boss.” Suzel’s hands on the wheel aren’t quite pale, but he grips them with more force than necessary. “I ain’t no coward, but you reckon that it’s safe to just go and help out the sods who blasted your order to smithereens?”

Grunting as you flip switches and establish proper landing protocol, you answer, “We don’t have a choice. I’d rather not spend six days looking blindly through the jungle.”

Within minutes, Kakarit looms before you, a lush and verdant planet almost dominated by green. It’s perhaps only slightly smaller than the likes of Coruscant, but in lieu of the ecumenopolis, lush jungles and ancient forests dominate the entirety of the planet. The only spots devoid of greenery are few and far between, clocking at waterways and land-locked seas, to two small polar ice caps on its north and southern axis.

Paradise planet, this may seem at first, but one look at the report about the wildlife would quickly dissuade any sensible tourist or yuppie. Quite the shame that the Clones or Separatists didn’t get the memo.

But you’re not one to ponder or waste time. As the Albatross makes its approach vector, you pick up the transceiver, adjusting the headset carefully against your ear. A brief burst of static nearly jolts you out of your seat, but you remain as cool as ice as you establish communications.

“Hello? Is anybody down there? This is the independent Republic spaceship Albatross, and you’re speaking with Albatross-One,” you announce dryly as you bring the ship into gyro-synchronous orbit with Kakarit. “I repeat, is anybody down there? We picked up your distress beacon-”

The reply comes before you can even finish, laced with a relieved, desperate energy in its speaker’s voice: “This is Acting-Commander Marcs of the 57th Elite Corps, Grand Army of the Republic! We read you loud and clear, Albatross-One!”

For all his excitement, it isn’t enough to mask out the sounds of a battlefield on the other end of the line. Somebody’s spooled up a minigun, and you could hear the distinct sound of at least one AT-TE walker. And if you aren’t mistaken, several dozen noises of B1 and B2 battledroids...was that a Droideka?

(cont.)

>>4043357
>the clone bros didn't get the memo
Sad.
I mean, will they remain loyal to the Empire when we tell them the Empire had quarantined the system and fully intended to let them all die here?

>>4043363
Well considering that the whole chip thing ain't canon in this quest? Who knows.

>>4043366
If the chip isn’t canon, we might be able to convince a Clone battalion to come with us

>>4043366
What we know
>The Empire has left them all to die here
>Sith always work in pairs
>The Chancellor/new Emperor (who is obviously a Sith Lord) was thus in cahoots with Dooku, meaning the entire war was faked to destroy the Republic and weaken the galaxy as a whole.

>>4043371
Palpatine? A sith lord? Pshaw good sir he's just an old man.

>>4043382
I can't remember where I saw it, but apparently the red robes he wears when he declares himself Emperor are literally emblazoned with Sith Iconography.
Some sort of flex on the Jedi I guess.

>>4043386
So he bought his robes from an antiques shop. You can't blame him for not knowing.

>>4043393
This is more like if Winston Churchill LARPed as Hitler when making a victory speech.

You'd really wonder what the fuck was going on.

>>4043397
The sith had been gone for years my friend. There's no way he could have known. He is an innocent old man.

>>4043400
That's absolutely bullshit when you look at all the evidence.
1) The Jedi tried to assassinate him for REASONS
2) He wiped out the entire Jedi Order for what very well could've been a lone wolf incident led by a rogue Jedi Master
3) "No more republic :)"
4) Literally ordered the deaths of children
5) The droid army just miraculously deactivated after he seized control of his new empire
6) For some reason, during the battle of Coruscant, he wasn't immediately hyperdrived out or killed almost as if the Separatists were trying to fucking ensure he got rescued.

There's a lot of evidence against this old fucker.

>>4043405
Evidence? Where? We didn't see it happen. That's hoohah. He's a good guy, don't you see?

>>4043405
Dude, it’s shitposting

>>4043430
It's SITHposting, actually.

>>4043436
SHITHposting you mean

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>>4043357
“Glad to see that somebody’s alive down there, Marcs,” you reply, adjusting course for atmospheric entry. Micro-thrusters along the sides of the ship position the patrol craft for descent into the jungle proper. “We feared the worst when we discovered the beacon.”

“And we couldn’t believe it when somebody picked up the bloody transponder,” he finishes. “I’d really like to meet and shake your hand, but the introductions are gonna have to wait, Albatross. We could use your help right about now. I’ve got a droid armored battalion closing on our camp, and all of our air support is either grounded or scrap metal. How powerful are the weapons on your ship?”

You run the math, and conclude that the turrets are more than a match for the shields of a Droideka. “Devastating for any pirates stupid enough to challenge us.”

“Good. I’m having my engineer upload TRP data to your signal. You should be getting it in a few moments...”

True to form, the communications console begins to chirp and beep as it receives the Clones’ signal. From his special jury-rigged mount atop the counter, HK-82 interfaces directly with the Albatross, and process the data as it comes. For a pacifist, he certainly works fast to label everything clearly, splaying a map of the immediate region on one of your many consoles.

“Stay out of the red zone if you don’t want to be shot down!” Marcs voice comes as you finally break through the upper atmosphere and make it within the planet proper. “The Seppies got a battlesphere that’s shooting anything and everything that gets within ten klicks of its location. Clankers have artillery shelling us just across the river, marked by the yellow! If you could take them-”

“Say no more.”

The engines whine as the Albatross breaks out of the cloud coverage. The Clones’ signal lead to a dense jungle that straddled the planet’s equator, and the sight from space doesn’t nearly do the planet justice. All green, all arboreal as far as the eye can see, with not a steel jungle or city in sight. The only thing that mars the idyllic view is are the explosions ten klicks north-north-west.
Bingo.

“Divert all non-essential power to the ventral shields!” You shout as the Albatross makes a beeline towards the Separatists’ entrenchment. TRP reveals three artillery embankments from where the clankers lob shell after shell across the river and into the defensive positions of the clones. “Target enemy positions with maximum firepower. Let’s hit them hard and get out of here before they catch on!”

“Wrraahh!” / “Understood.”

>>Roll 2d6 + 8 Piloting [Space] (+3 Stat, +1 Rank, +4 Engine Bonus)
>Best out of three.

>The Clones are mostly /Infantry/, with at least one /Armor/ unit of three AT-TEs.
>The Separatists have fielded mostly /Mechanized Infantry/, combining droids with Armored Assault Tanks, as well as /Artillery/.

Rolled 1, 2 + 8 = 11 (2d6 + 8)

>>4043450

Rolled 3, 6 + 8 = 17 (2d6 + 8)

>>4043450

Rolled 4, 6 + 8 = 18 (2d6 + 8)

>>4043450

>>4043453
Lol

>>4043453
DELET THISSSSSSS

LOL

>>4043443
>Shith

>>4043468
I think Anon Faggotsson is a Shith lord.

>>4043453
Bo3 but still. You should feel bad

>>4043363
Course they will. The clones were bred to be loyal beyond reason - they have no doubts.

If the Republic stranded them here, it must have been part of the ‘grand strategic plan’

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>>4043453
>>4043458
>>4043459
The Force nudges your hands, as if responding to some subconscious desire for a safe path through the Separatist position. But you gently decline. The ship might be able to handle the kinds of maneuvers only a Force-sensitive could pull off, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of the crew. Barring perhaps the droids.

You have only a minimal amount of training as a spaceship pilot. But with that said, a bombing/strafing run isn’t the most complicated of maneuvers to pull off. All the more if you’re just the pilot, and not the turret gunners that are responsible for hitting the targets...but at the very least, you could blame your acrobatics on what piddling anti-aircraft the artillery encampments have.

Which is to say none at all. Apparently, with their enemy’s air grounded, they didn’t bother dragging out the main bulk of flak weaponry and S.A.M. missiles. What a terrible shame for them...

The droid’s assets are J-1 semi-autonomous proton cannons, courtesy of the factories of the Techno Union. While they had the capacity for anti-air defense, they had been aimed down range and across the river from where the Clones had established their perimeter. Every handful of seconds, three cannons blast three shells across the river and into the bulwark of the Clones’ defenses.

The first one doesn’t even notice your approach. All it takes note of is your shadow and its commanding droid to look up before it’s completely blown to smithereens. The droids on the battlefield momentarily pause, and you could almost hear their gears whirring and struggling to process this new and very unexpected variable. And then several tanks and even one of the proton cannons struggle to place a bead on the Albatross.

Even with a few close calls, it takes only a handful strafing runs for Elba and B-33 to completely their targets. The worst damage the ship walks...flies away with are minor damage, scorch marks that’ll buff out completely, and shields holding at 70%.

“Nicely done!” Marcs shouts, before his attention turns to his men. “Alright, lads, you saw what our friends above have done! Press the advantage against the clankers, and don’t let this momentary respite slip away. For the Republic!”

“RAAAHH!” the answer of nearly one hundred men is enough to nearly make you go deaf. And you can nearly feel the physical sensation of dozens of men making a furious counter charge...but you can certainly feel the intense and euphoric rush that comes with the thrill of battle.

Suddenly, the scanners in the cockpit begin to trill. Suzel takes one look before cursing. “The Separatists are scrambling aircraft! Counting one, three...four Vulture-class droid fighters, emerging from the perimeter of the battlesphere!”

>>Choose one:
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.

>>4043512
>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.

>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.

>>4043512
>Stay in the air
I really do hope we can get our Wook a rotary blaster

>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

We ain't no Torok. Better to skedaddle before we get paddled.

>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
Our ship isn't made for dogfighting.

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
Time to skedaddle.

>>4043512
>Fall back
We're not here to win the clones' war for them. We're here to find Arotta. Let's get on that.

>>4043512
>>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

Which option would let us capture the battlestation? Could we find Arotta if we use it's sensors?

>>4043544
yes, let us storm the seperatist battlestation with our… one fighter, piloted by a guy who has the equivalent of a correspondance course in spaceship piloting.

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

>>4043551
But if we delay, the CIS will be able to factor us into it's plans, but if we strike now we may be able to do the max amount of damage possible with our pitiful ship.
Another thing to consider is that if the clones get control of it they'll be able to use the comms and sensors... So in lieu of that...

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

>>4043561
the clones won't be able to capture it either unless for some reasons its engines don't work anymore. literally all it would have to do is lift off and they're fucked, they have no ships.

>>4043565
If the station had functional engines, they would've bombed the clones from above.

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>>4043544
>>4043561

Yeah, uh...I don't think even plot armor would protect you if you took the Albatross against this. Even though the Core Ship isn't operating at 100% capacity after four months of constant war and no supply lines, you'd have better chances on the ground to storm it. That being said, I think I mixed up Battlespheres with Core Ships, so I apologize for any confusion.

What the survivors of the 57th are facing is the remnant of a crashed Core Ship and its accompanying army. Hopefully that should clear things up.

At any rate, it looks like that the retreat vote won.

Writing...

>>4043405
I know this is a late response, but let's take a look at your "evidence" from an Imperial/Civilian perspective.
>1) The Jedi tried to assassinate him for REASONS
Yes, to seize power.

>2) He wiped out the entire Jedi Order for what very well could've been a lone wolf incident led by a rogue Jedi Master
Master Windu was the Master of the Order, de jure leader of the Council, who brought with him four of the other twelve council Masters. Sounds like it was planned to me.

>3) "No more republic :)"
The Republic was bloated and dying. Besides, if the Republic continued, another secessionist crisis would inevitably start. Also the Jedi were seizing control of the military!

>4) Literally ordered the deaths of children
No, Palpatine sent in the clones to save the loyal Jedi, who were being massacred by the traitors.

>5) The droid army just miraculously deactivated after he seized control of his new empire
Because the War Hero Darth Vader killed the Separatist Leadership and shut it down.

>6) For some reason, during the battle of Coruscant, he wasn't immediately hyperdrived out or killed almost as if the Separatists were trying to fucking ensure he got rescued.
This one you don't even need propaganda to figure out. Palpatine alive is a bargaining chip, Palpatine dead means that a new Chancellor is elected and the War continues. As for hyperspacing him out, you saw the morass of ships that the Battle of Coruscant was, there was no way that the Invisible Hand could get a clear shot to hyperspace.

>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

>>4043512
>>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

We aint here to sacrifice our ship fighting droids.

>>4043596
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>>4043663
y'all, please read the follow up post the QM made here >>4043572 , the vote's been closed for like an hour now.

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The Albatross isn’t made for dogfighting. The Clone Wars were filled with stories of what Separatist droid fighters could accomplish, performing feats that would have even left Jedi unconscious from the sheer force of their maneuvers. And while the Vulture droid is no Tri-Fighter, you’d not chance the patrol craft against four fighters without significant backup at your side.

“Marcs, we’re pulling back!” you shout into your headset, bringing the ship completely around. Blaster fire begins to pepper the space behind you as the Albatross races towards the Clone’s F.O.B. with as much as you can pull from the sublight engines. “Our ship can’t out-maneuver those kinds of fighters!”

“Copy that,” he replies, “The boys are already getting the anti-aircraft guns spooled up and ready to cover your arrival. You’ve more than earned authorization to land, Albatrosses!”

>You have gained influence with Clones.

True to his word, the instant you enter the Clones’ exclusion zone, a battery of laser fire opens up towards the rear of your ship, a hail of blue light that streaks high above the treetops. It takes a severe amount of control to not otherwise panic, keeping the ship on a steady course to a pre-determined landing zone. They aren’t targeting you...they’re targeting the Vulture droids...

...they don’t know that you’re a Jedi.

“...boss?” Suzel asks.

In...and out...in...and out...

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “Just a bit of vertigo.”

He frowns, but takes you at your word, returning to his console. “...incoming data packet, boss. The sods have a landing pad they prepped for our arrival.”

As far as F.O.B.s go, the one the 57th set up upon Kakarit certainly isn’t the worst. They at least settled upon the highest elevation they could find, covered as it was with several square kilometers of dense foliage. There had at least been enough room to drop pre-fabricated structures essential to the support and vitality of an occupying army. And what room they lacked, they simply expanded upon, felling trees as tall as skyscrapers to establish a perimeter.

With a majority of their forces committed to the front lines along the river, there couldn’t have been more than two dozen soldiers running about the place as you make planetfall. But they at least have enough men to set an armed guard sprinting towards the Albatross once its engines power down. S.O.P. for all unexpected guests, hostile or otherwise, yet they remain in parade formation, and deign not to aim their weapons towards the landing ramp.

The Nagai chuckles nervously. “...that’s a good start, innit?”

(cont.)

>>4043686
>Inb4 we unlock Fallen Order’s psychometry Force Power
>we pick up the Mando Blaster while meditating
>This song starts playing
>https://youtu.be/ubZrAmRxy_M
>Farren gets what amounts to a force based slide show of Mandalorian Highlights

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>>Later
Until you know the full extent about their dispositions towards Jedi, you can’t afford to take chances. One of your golden lightsabers is carefully tucked away in your berth, placed gently alongside Kreia’s holocron. You would be remiss to go without at least one, and you hide that carefully within your boot. Elba doesn’t hesitate when you ask to borrow his vibroblade, and you like to believe that he gave it to you out of his own volition.

“...I haven’t wielded one of these in ages,” you admit, taking a few test swings with it just by the bay doors.

Suzel replies, “It’s all in the muscles, boss. Few more swings, and you’ll be as right as rain. Although...” His eyes trail down to the blaster at your hip. “...don’t think I heard my mum telling me that you were proficient with that.”

At least your encounter with Nomiana is paying off. “Gift from a friend. I figure that if I wave threateningly enough and fire blindly into the woods, I’m bound to hit something.”

They have no argument with that. But until further notice, you err on the side of caution and leave B-33 and HK-82 in the ship. The Hunter-Killer droid would certainly raise a fair share of eyebrows, but a Super Tactical Droid would have guns drawn on the entire group. Hopefully, you’ll have the chance to weave and elaborate story after you step down the ramp of the ship...

The first thing of Kakarit that hits you is the smell. It’s intermingled heavily with the odor of mechanical by-product and fuel cells, but the rich, earthy scent that permeates the air is enough to nearly bowl you over. This is a planet untouched, untainted by the grindstone of industry, a wild garden with no master to prune or oversee its growth.

But beyond that, you reach out with the Force...

...this planet is teeming with life.

“Awwwwaaarraaaaaaaaak!”

Your eyes go wide as you track the source of the noise. It is as if somebody had taken a rabbit, giving it the wings and webbed feet of a duck, and the larynx of a songbird. An entire flock of them nestles in the a nearby tree, staring at you with curious, wide eyes as their gazes dart from your group, to the ship, then back to you.

Master Larid would have been pleased. One minute on a planet rich in the Living Force, and you’ve already discovered a new species.

Neither of your party seem to have this same experience...barring Elba, who looks at the animals as one would a snack.

The armed guard maintain their postures, acting as still as statues as you make your way across the landing pad. And at its end stands a Clone, unique with how he retains white in spite of his subordinates’ camouflaged armor. Judging from this unusual mark of independence and the posture at which he carries himself...

“We don’t know what they’re called either,” Acting-Commander Marcs says with a grin as you shake hands, “But I think I know who you are. Albatross-One?”

(cont.)

>>4043708
>Porgs
Quest dropped

>>4043708
Oh fuck you guys were right. We SHOULD burn this planet to the ground.

>>4043712
>burning living wood.

>>4043710
>>4043712
>tfw my friend made that video edit of the porg getting rekt by the lightsaber
>it's got almost 2mil views now

holy shit people really don't like these things huh

>>4043715
I mean yes that is what happens when you set a forest on fire.

>>4043716
They look exactly like every other Nu Wars Alien, big eyed, slightly frowny and a little wrinkly

>>4043718
The leaves and twigs are what mostly catches fire, if you try to burn the trees directly you'll never get anywhere.

>>4043722
You just need to get a bigger fire.

>>4043723
Bro just use Napalm

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>>4043708
You nod, smiling in spite of yourself. “Ren, actually. And you can only be Acting-Commander Marcs. You really didn’t have to come all the way from the front to greet us...”

“I actually could. That stunt of yours bought drove the clankers back, and gave some time to shore up our front defense. It’s only a moratorium with their artillery out, but we’ll make the best out of it.

“So...” he gestures towards a prefab residence, some sort of command center. “Follow me. I know it’s rude and all after what you’ve done for us, but I need to ask you some questions. Debriefing, sit-rep...what’s been going on in the galaxy.”

Elba and Suzel tense, but you keep calm. “...of course. I’ve got some questions of my own that need answering.”

“Oh, really?” the clone raises an inquisitorial eyebrow. “What kind of questions?”

“Where are the rest of you guys?” It’s a question that doesn’t even require any falsehoods or pretense. You’re generally baffled and confused as to why they were left marooned on the planet, though you aren’t about to phrase it like that. “Aren’t you guys supposed to have a Jedi General...or a fleet up in the planet?”

Marcs face contorts into a discomforting frown. “...ah, that’s fair. Well...come along then, Captain Ren. I figure that we’ve got a long discussion ahead of us...” He gestures to his men, and they relax their postures. “You and your men can keep your weapons. If the clankers come again...”

They’ll need your help. Specifically, your ship. But they’re at least upfront and honest about it. “...lead the way.”

>>You follow Acting-Commander Marcs into the command post, and are given refreshments and food.

“Alright...” Marcs says after a few minutes of eating, “...why don’t you get your questions out of the way first? Figure it’s the least I can do for saving our hides.”

>>What do you ask of Acting-Commander Marcs?
>Write-in.

||VOTE OPEN FOR FIVE HOURS||

Feel free to ask what you like, although keep in mind that Marcs may not answer certain questions. Ask the wrong ones, and he might even get suspicious.

Time to work on that paper. And don't worry about the Porgs. They have their uses.

>>4043730
>Porgs have their uses
Doubt

>What’s going on here? The Empire says it’s been quarantined?
>Don’t you guys usually have Jedi? Where’d they go?
>’acting’ Commander? Where’s your CO?

>>4043737
>The empire
anon...

>>4043737
>empire
Retract that statement right now

>>4043730
You are aware that the republic has been overthrown by a sith lord right?

>>4043751
>You are aware that the republic has been overthrown by a sith lord right?
The Republic wasn't overthrown, it was reformed.

Being a Sith isn't illegal either.

>>4043730
>What does the CiS presence on this planet and in this system look like?

>>4043730
>How badly is the supply situation?
>Why aren't there any Jedi here helping you?
>WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WAIFU YOU CLONE FU-
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>>4043755
>Being a Sith isn't illegal either.
That sounds like something a sith lord would say.

>>4043784
It's was a republic, they have freedom of religion, unless you're jedi scum.

>>4043786
>>4043784
Pssh...hail Sidious.

>>4043786
>>4043792
All force users are scum. You know who aren't scum? Droids and mandalorians.

>>4043730
>Don’t you guys usually have Jedi? Where’d they go?
>What does the CiS presence on this planet and in this system look like?

>>4043730
>You transmitted a map of the Seperatists' holdouts. Are those the only forces you're aware of?
>You're the acting commander. I don't mean to offend, but what happened to your CO?
>Also, don't you guys normally act in tandem with some Jedi? Are they around?

could B-33 take controll of the droids? they should recognize him as a super-tactical, so they should follow his commands

>>4043814
isn't there an overriding signal coming from the core ship? I'm looking forward to subverting it once we retrieve Arotta, but till then I don't see how the droids will follow this specific supertac who's had all it's protocols except high-speed learning removed.

>>4043814
B33 got wiped clean of all his previous knowledge and protocols in exchange for improving learning protocols as well as upgraded body. In other words, if we want him to access CIS systems we have to find another tactical droid and scavenge its data banks to upload to B33 thereby granting him back those old privileges. Which was a huge bummer as that was most of the reason why anons wanted him in the first places. They wanted that data and access.

>>4043832
well it is a core ship, so it has a droid controll system, and unless it was very heavily damaged, then the controll system should be intact

>>4043832
>Which was a huge bummer as that was most of the reason why anons wanted him in the first places. They wanted that data and access.
I wonder why QM didn't just give players ability to go around amassing an army of droids!

I like him as a weapon systems master and strategist anyway.

>>4041748
>>THE KAKARIT SYSTEM IS UNDER SEVERE QUARANTINE.
>>BY ORDER OF THE GALACTIC EMPIRE.
>>4043739
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>>4043848
I hope you're just pretending to be retarded.

>>4043848
I kinda doubt that the satellite was sending its signal towards the planet, or that the grounded clones had a way to receive its message, given they're all still shouting 'for the Republic'.

>>4043730
>Don’t you guys usually have Jedi? Where’d they go?
>What does the CiS presence on this planet and in this system look like?
>Inform him of the state outside of the planet. How the Jedi were turned on by the Republic. Paint it in as negative a light as you can without needing to admit to being a Jedi. For the time being, you're just a Republic officer.

So no bio-chips means we have a chance at actually convincing these guys we're on their side and Order 66 was mishandled. Before telling then we're a Jedi, we need to basically convince them the corruption within the senate has basically taken over - don't even think about mentioning Sith, it's not a conclusive argument. If they do end up siding with the Jedi, we can reveal ourself with the explanation that we no longer know who to trust, and had to be sure.

>>4043850
So we shouldn’t update these guys on the current events going on off-planet, ya know, the guys who owe allegiance to a government that no longer exists and therefore any orders they receive from their former command structure are void, those guys?

>>4043854
And when they eventually get a signal out and receive feedback on the state of affairs? Would you rather we get to spin the story, or the Empire.

>>4043852
>>4043856

I'm all for trying to win them over, but do you think that's the best start? What's the general sentiment clones have towards their government in the first place? The Jedi council DID try to perform a military coup, so order 66 was actually completely justified, if we try to get these clones on our side and succeed, only for them to get the real story from the empire in the future, that's some bad sleeper agents right there...

>>4043810

support
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can we sense the two jedi ? or should we do some meditation and concentrate, for find them in a planet so rich of life ?

>>4043859
A three manned Jedi strike team tried to overthrow the Councilor. That in no way proves that the Jedi as a whole sanctioned the attack, much less so when you consider that children were also included in the mass slaughter. Which is part of the reason I actually support the biochip. Because there were legions of clones gunning down Padawans and young children, some of whom they'd even come to know personally through the war. Someone like Cody betraying Obi-Wan simply makes no sense in light of that.

>>4043800
Woah there, Karen Traviss. How did you get in this thread?

>>4043730

>Write-in

"Do you have a few pieces of equipment, weapons and armor to spare ? Kinda running low, it would be a great help."

>>4043870
Absolute obedience>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Some """""friendship""""" with your general. Chips are just an absolution mechanism that makes the clones seem more human than the droids, which as a whole is incorrect. You also forget that it was a 4 man strike team, and it was headed by someone high up in the council. Idk about you, but when a higher-up in an organization, with a status equalling, or almost equalling the Leader of said organization makes a move, it's treated as the entire organization going along with said move. The council approved said strike team by allowing 4 Jedi who would do such a thing on the council in the first place. There really is no way to spin it that's truthful that puts the jJedi in a good light, especially to what are essentially human robots that don't have their memories erased.

>>4043870
Keep in mind that clones had accelerated aging and more importantly actual brainwashing/conditioning. That's like saying a child soldier won't shoot someone when their warlord tells them to shoot them just because they were hanging out in the same village for a while. It'll happen far more often than not. Good on the clones for being ten years old and force-fed the chain of command, eh?

Trying to win the clones over is a bad idea that
could very well blow up in our face we should just save arotta and leave

>>4043896
I think it's an idea that has merit, but the only avenue I can imagine working atm is getting them to really like us/to play off their liking of Arotta and her Master. It's not impossible to accomplish, and could net some allies, and if we're going to try and do something with that core ship we'll need a squad to help us, so overall winning them over isn't a bad idea, I'm just stumped on how to actively do it that wont shoot us in the back too hard.

>>4043898
>I think it's an idea that has merit, but the only avenue I can imagine working atm is getting them to really like us/to play off their liking of Arotta and her Master.
My thoughts too.
> I'm just stumped on how to actively do it that wont shoot us in the back too hard.
Win them over by not trying to win them over. Just do our fucking task while assisting clones against CIS remnant.

>>4043835
If we can loot its databanks we can potentially restore B-33 to its full potential. Well except for the loss of memory anyway. I'm sure we could find a tactical droid from the ship graveyard if we had the time. Thereby acquiring the necessary upgrades and data/protocol restoration as well.

>>4043836
The original idea behind getting that droid was to be an adviser and teacher. While using its memories and protocols to dig up hidden CIS assets we could repurpose. While I don't blame the QM for making the change. It cruel to throw away its original specified purpose even before anons original intentions. If they wanted pure combat potential they would have stuck with the assassin droid. The Super Tactical was first and foremost chosen for its utility.

>>4043967
>The original idea behind getting that droid was to be an adviser and teacher. While using its memories and protocols to dig up hidden CIS assets we could repurpose. While I don't blame the QM for making the change. It cruel to throw away its original specified purpose even before anons original intentions. If they wanted pure combat potential they would have stuck with the assassin droid. The Super Tactical was first and foremost chosen for its utility.
Note that getting the droid with absolutely no effort doesn't imply receiving his complete (or even primary) skillset/knowledge.

>>4043730
>"What happened? When we got here this planet seemed more like a graveyard than an active battlefield."
A good starter as any.

>>4044013
>It was opened for five hours
WELL FUCK. SERVES ME FOR GETTING UP LATE!

>>4044015
Next time don't sleep. Hope you learned from this

>>4044079
>Next time don't sleep. Hope you learned from this
But anon, by sleeping and letting others fuck up that means we'll have more bloodshed and gore when the clones turn on us!

>>4044081
It's always killing time somewhere.

>>4043730
> what happened to your jedi and your commander
>how long have you been cut off
> what's the quarantine for

>>4043755
Sith stuff was actually made illegal after the Rusann Reformations in 1000 BBY. Language, artifacts, and all that junk heavily censored by the Republic and Jedi due to the damage it caused.

>>4044433
Impeach Sheev.
Execute Order 65.

>>4044433
Sheev didn't have any of that, to Mace's knowledge. He was simply practicing his religion.

>>4044459
Those sith robes that he wore to the senate though.
IMPEACH.

>>4044465
>implying the public at large has any clue what those symbols are

>>4044465
Merely a fashion statement.

Speaking of robes, isn’t Farren still wearing his?

>>4044526
They don't look too much like jedi robes, so it's ok.

>>4044495
To be fair, with as scarce as the Sith were in those 1,000 years it would be like remembering one of those old laws from a century ago that made spitting on the street past 9pm illegal.

>>4044715
In California it is illegal to shoot at game out of a moving vehicle unless it is a whale

>>4044715
>The reason our master is so paranoid about Sith/Dark Jedi was because he found a copy of all those old laws
> Anti-Sith Statute 1:1 “No Sithing Any Time of Day”

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>>Where’s your C.O.?
Marcs grimaces, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Commander Skipp was injured in the opening days of the campaign. He was leading a scout squad through the jungle and got into a firefight with an enemy patrol. One of the clankers had a rocket launcher, and the explosion went off by his head.”

“I’m...sorry to hear that,” you venture. The name is unfamiliar. Sure, you never wondered much about Arotta’s command whenever you were together, but you would have remembered someone as important as that. “...he must’ve been a good man.”

The acting-commander shakes his head. “He survived, actually, in spite of having shrapnel the size of a grapefruit embedded in the right side of his skull. They rushed him back to base camp and started treatment immediately.”

“All that effort for a clone?” voices Suzel. “I don’t mean any offense, mate, but trying to save somebody with that grave an injury...”

Marcs frowns, having clearly taken some offense, but he doesn’t make an issue out of it. “I understand. From a purely pragmatic view, it isn’t exactly viable when most believe us to be expendable. But Commander Skipp is a bit of a hero for the 57th. We couldn’t just leave him to die.”

His voice takes on a neigh-reverent tone as the ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “He’s a first-batch trooper, and was there on ‘nosis when the Clones first deployed with Master Yoda. His performance in Kamino got the attention and training of Jango Fett himself, and he made ARC-Trooper a few months after the start of the war. Cloners know how many missions he’s been on.”

No wonder they were so desperate to try and save him. Someone like that would have been an invaluable asset to the Republic war machine. But something doesn’t add up.

You ease yourself into the role of investigator. “...you said in the distress signal that he’d been M.I.A., not a casualty of war...”

“...as of a week ago, he’s been missing,” the clone reluctantly answers, “He was on a hospital bed, fresh out of a bacta tank and comatose from extensive cranial reconstruction. The guard on duty went to go change his shift, but when the next one returned...nothing. Not even a chemical trail for us to follow...”

The air in the command center suddenly goes cold. Elba shivers, snorting, “Wrrrrraaaaah?”

“Yeah, I know. Vanished like a ghost...but it’s impossible. The medics pumped so much drugs into him that there’s no way that he could’ve gotten out on his own or without external forces. Company morale plummeted like a stone, and we spent a good three days searching in the jungle for him.

That certainly is odd. Stranger is how Marcs don’t even mention the Jedi. But that’s a question for later down the line, and you have another thread to tease from his story. “What do you mean by ‘external forces?’”

(cont.)

>>4045453
>Explosion near head
>Grapefruit sized shrapnel
>Now he's wandered off somewhere
Well this will be fucking interesting.

>>4045474
Punished "Venom" Skipp

>>4045488
a clone denied his orders

Oh shit
His head wound knocked the 66 chip offline and he fled to save his Jedi bros

>>4045495
The chip's not a thing in this quest, anon.

>>4045488
>Hey look at this goofy clone aiming with his blind eye, he'll never hit a thing!
>famous last words of an entire squad of hutt slavers

>>4045453
>inb4 Force Sensitive clone

>>4045506
Has such a thing ever occured?

>>4045511
maybe?
there's glitch
and there's X1 and X2

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>>4045453
The acting-commander takes a glance out the window, snorting mirthlessly. “It’ll be twilight soon, Ren. It’ll be easier to explain when the sun’s down...”

That isn’t worrying at all.

>What’s the CIS presence on the planet look like?

“We got a downed core-ship across the river, courtesy of our friends in the sky,” he says bitterly. You can’t quite tell if his cynicism is directed to the Clones that abandoned him or the threat he and his men have to contend against. “It’s not gonna be flying anytime soon without some serious repairs, but enough of the clankers survived the crash to be more than a nuisance.”

That’s at least three thousand droids at a minimum, ignoring the Separatist leadership and the myriad collection of non-combatants used to run the ship. For the one hundred to have survived wave after wave without a concrete supply line is certainly a testament to their resilience and training.

“How many are you up against?” You bring out a holoprojector, and present the TRP data that he had sent the Albatross. “I heard those things can house legions of battle droids.”

“Five thousand during the opening of the campaign,” he specifies, allowing for a small smile as your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. “Not counting other reinforcements brought down by the other ships, we littered the jungle with at least three thousand of them over the course of a few months.”

“One hundred against two thousand is hardly an honorable match.”

He grins. “One thousand five hundred clankers, Ren. We made good use of the advantage you gave us.”

Neither of your companions speak, but you could feel the smug oozing from their pores. You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to snark something. “So what’s left on the table?”

“AATs, too many B1 and B2 droids...we lost a dozen good men to a unit of Droidekas before we trapped them in a sinkhole. And that’s just what’s on the ground. You did a good job with the artillery, but you saw firsthand of how those Vulture-droids are a menace in low-atmosphere, especially with how high and thick the foliage can get.”

“Wrrrraaahhhhh?” Elba querries, “Wrrrrrraaaahhh.”

Marcs sighs. “And that’s the problem. Our scouts spotted at least one organic in charge of the enemy remnant, but we weren’t able to confirm it or approach for peace talks. Wherever the slime is hiding, he seems to be hell-bent on eradicating us, even if he won’t be getting of Kakarit for several months at least. Your arrival couldn’t be more welcome, but I fear that things aren’t going to get any better before they get worse.

“Any help you could spare would be greatly appreciated,” he says with blunt honesty. "And once we get off this planet, I'll personally see that your efforts are reimbursed and rewarded thrice over by the Republic."

(cont.)

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>>4045525
>“He was on a hospital bed, fresh out of a bacta tank and comatose from extensive cranial reconstruction. The guard on duty went to go change his shift, but when the next one returned...nothing. Not even a chemical trail for us to follow...”
>Our scouts spotted at least one organic in charge of the enemy remnant, but we weren’t able to confirm it or approach for peace talks. Wherever the slime is hiding, he seems to be hell-bent on eradicating us
Oh fuck. From the potential that we got a Not-Big Boss wandering around the planet to Arotta going native, it's as if we on some bastard loveset of Apocalypse Now meets Metal Gear Solid.

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>>4045525
...he certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he?

>>Location of the Jedi General and her apprentice?

He frowns, seemingly confused at your question. “...Jedi General? What would Jedi be doing with us?”

THAT raises a huge red flag, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by both your companions and the nearby guards. Even as they stare at one another with a clear and visible confusion, you maintain a façade of calmness as your own mind races a hundred miles per minute.

“J-Jedi...that...” the clone presses his fingers to his temple, as if warding off a particularly bad headache. “...I...Jedi General...? It...it sounds so familiar...”

You’ve only known the man...er, clone, for a few minutes, but he’s telling the truth as far as you can tell. His brow creases in a severe frown, and you can practically see the steam coming out from his ears. Acting-Commander Marcs seems to have no knowledge or recollection of any Jedi beyond Master Yoda...and he was nearly a galaxy away on Kashyyyk.

With nothing short of the utmost discretion, you reach out with the Force...only to find nothing of significant note. There is no remnant of any Jedi Mind Trick, performed by either Arotta or her Master. But what you do sense is a storm of emotions within the Clone’s head...confusion, anger, disbelief, hopelessness...

He suddenly jerks back into his seat, and the abruptness nearly causes Elba and Suzel to draw their weapons. “...ah, I remember! I’m sorry, Ren, it’s just...it’s just been a long few days... between the non-stop fighting and the mess we were left with...it feels like we’ve been on a whole campaign without them.”

“...there’s nothing to be excused for,” you slowly venture, gesturing for your companions to stand down and keep calm. Something...something was seriously wrong there, but you’re not nearly about to open it if you aren’t prepared. “We could finish early, and you could retire for the evening-”

“There’s no need for that,” he reassures you as he settles back into his seat. “I remember. Jedi Master...oh, I could never pronounce her name correctly. U-Uyer Kosa, and her padawan...Bashur. Yeah, those were the two of them...and we could really use them now more than ever.”

“...also missing?” you ask quietly.

“...I...yes, they’re...they’re missing,” Marcs stumbles over his words, straining as if trying to speak through a particularly strong headache. “Just few days before C-Commander Skipp disappeared...I remember them saying something about...something in the jungle they had to investigate...clankers or...I don’t exactly remember what, but...we never saw them again...”

Suzel and Elba cast worried looks in your direction. They prioritize the missing Jedi as a primary concern, but the little outburst of Acting-Commander Marcs isn’t something they had expected...or what they’re comfortable with. Similarly, you can’t help but wonder what the hell's going on.

(cont.)

>>4045574
What the fuck is going on.

>>4045583
Clones got mental jungle AIDS

>>4045574
This planet’s fucking weird

>>4045583
Possibly insight as to why the planet was quarantined.

>>4045600
Maybe the pair forgot what they were doing as well. Maybe so will we.

>>4045574
>Long term Memory lost

>>4045606
>"Execute Order 66"
>"Sorry I forgot what that was."
>*laugh track*

>>4045611
You joke, but i wouldn't put it past being plausible.