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>>FARREN GAELLE

>Brawn – 2
>Agility – 3
>Intellect – 2
>Cunning – 2
>Willpower – 3
>Presence – 3

>SKILLS

>Astrogation 1 (Int) – knowledge about galactic routes and hyperspace jumps.
>Cool 1 (Pr) – ability to remain calm under danger. Resists Charm/Negotiation.
>Coordination 1 (Ag) – measure of a character’s nimbleness and flexibility.
>Deception 1 (Cun) – ability to trick others into believing falsehoods.
>Discipline 1 (Wp) – used to maintain composure. Protects against Leadership, Coercion and Deception.
>Force Entities 1 (Int) – knowledge in entities strong in the Force.
>Lore 2 (Int) – knowledge of the galaxy and its ancient history.
>Mechanics 1 (Int) – skill in working on machinery from weapons, droids and starships.
>Melee 2 (Br) – proficiency with melee weapons such as knives, swords or fists.
>Medicine 1 (Int) – used to treat wounds from minor scratches to life-threatening injuries.
>Negotiation (Pr) – used when making deals through social means.
>Perception 2 (Cun) – used to notice subtle clues, stealthy people, and information by observation. Opposes Skullduggery.
>Piloting [Space] 1 (Ag) – a measure to pilot starships and other stellar vessals.
>Ranged [Light] 1 (Ag) – proficiency in single-handed firearms such as pistols, spears and grenades.
>Sith 1 (Int) – knowledge regarding the Sith and the Dark Side of the Force.
>Stealth 1 (Ag) – how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.
>Streetwise 1 (Cun) – measure of a character’s experience living and working through the underworld.
>Vigilance 2 (Will) – the ability to quickly take notice/react to events happening in the immediate/peripheral.

>TRAITS/TALENTS:

>Jedi Shadow – add +1d6 to rolls made for Deception, Perception, Stealth and Vigilance.
>Indistinguishable – you are but a face in the crowd and add +1d6 to Stealth rolls.
>Makashi Technique – may use Presence instead of Brawn to roll for Lightsaber checks.
>Makashi Expert I – add +1d6 per rank in Makashi Expert to Lightsaber checks when fighting a singular opponent.
>Niman Technique – may use Willpower instead of Brawn to roll for Lightsaber checks.
>Aberration Bane – add +1d9 made to rolls against Force Entities.
>Alignment [Light] – add +1d6 to checks made against opposing Force rolls.

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>>LIGHTSABER/FORCE TALENTS:
>>Lightsaber Rating: 3
>Weapons – “Makashi/Duelist’s” lightsaber; “Niman/Dual-wielding” lightsaber.

>>Lightsaber Forms Known:
>Form II/Makashi [Presence]
>Form VI/Niman [Willpower]

>>Force Rating: 2 [2d12+Willpower]
>Force Affinity: Alter (+1d6 to Alter-type powers)

>>Force Powers:
>Farsight 1 (Sense). Ignore blindness or conditions that inhibit sight; upgrade to see events in other places.
>Force Fire 2 (Alter) – a pyrokinetic ability that allows for the manipulation and conjuration of flames.
>Force Move 2 (Alter) – the iconic telekinesis of every Jedi, determines lifting limit and push power.
>Force Speed 2 (Alter) – increases muscle speed/reflexes and slows perception of the world.
>Force Weapon 3 (Alter) – imbues an object with the Force. Increases lightsaber damage, and makes mundane weapons resistant to being sundered by lightsabers.
>Mystic Weapon 1 (Alter) – using the Force to manipulate a chosen weapon, allows it to operate independent of your grasp. At Rank 3, add another weapon.
>Sever Force 3 (Alter) – rare, seldom-taught technique that severs a target’s connection with the Force.

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[WEAPONS]

>>Farren Gaelle’s Lightsabers – a pair of lightsabers constructed after the Exodus from Kakarit, and Farren Gaelle’s elevation to a Jedi Knight.

>>Lightsaber Stats:
>Skill: Lightsaber
>Range: Engaged

>>Makashi/Dueling ‘saber
- Hardpoints (6/6):
-- Curved Hilt (1) - Preferred by duelists and Makashi/Form II wielders, adds a +4 to lightsaber checks when using Makashi/Form II in combat against a single foe.
-- Dual-Phase Mod (2) - Allows you to change the length of your blade once per encounter, catching your opponent off-guard to ignore melee defense for one attack.
-- Kakerox Crystals (2) - A shard of the Godseye given to you by Grand Shamanka Bos. You may make a Resolve Check to draw upon the power within the crystal, adding +5 to the next Force Power check. This can be done twice per the wielder's Force Rating before the crystal needs to be recharged via exposure to a solar body for a full 24 hours. The blade created is dense and vibrant, intensifying in plain view of a star or sun.
-- Shadowsheathe (1) - A specialized sheathe or holster made to conceal weaponry using optical camouflage. Doubles the DC made to find the affected weapon on your person.

>>Niman/Dual-wielding ‘saber
- Hardpoints (6/6):
-- Dual-Phase (2) - Allows you to change the length of your blade once per encounter, catching your opponent off-guard to ignore melee defense for one attack.
-- Stabilizing Coils (1) - When using this lightsaber, negate the first Critical Failure that occurs naturally for that encounter/situation.
-- Kakerox Crystals (2) - A shard of the Godseye given to you by Grand Shamanka Bos. You may make a Resolve Check to draw upon the power within the crystal, adding +5 to the next Force Power check. This can be done twice per the wielder's Force Rating before the crystal needs to be recharged via exposure to a solar body for a full 24 hours. The blade created is dense and vibrant, intensifying in plain view of a star or sun.
-- Shadowsheathe (1) - A specialized sheathe or holster made to conceal weaponry using optical camouflage. Doubles the DC made to find the affected weapon on your person.

>>Nomi’s Mandalorian Blaster – a Mandalorian pistol given to you by Nomiana Whrul after an evening of dancing on Mylar-3 prior to the Slave Revolution. She gave it to you in the hopes that it would keep you alive in the Unknown Regions.

>Pistol Stats:
>Skill: Ranged (Light)
>Range: (Medium)

- Hardpoints (3/3):
-- Blaster Actuating Module - Increases power/penetration of blaster bolts at the cost of increased maintenance.
-- Hair Trigger - Allows the weapon to be fired twice in a single action at the cost of decreased accuracy.
-- Multi-Optic Sight - Reduces any penalties due to smoke, darkness and other vision-affecting environmental effects.

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INVENTORY

>Farren’s Padawan Lightsaber – the last of a pair of lightsabers you constructed as a Padawan. Bears no special modifications, but has been with you for the better part of almost fifteen years. Noteworthy foes of this lightsaber include several Dark Jedi, the Revenant, the Accuser of Pilgrims, the Herald of Jombaral, and Mad Warrior-King Trax.
>Golden Lightsaber Crystal – one of two lightsaber crystals you had taken from the caves of Illum when you were a youngling. The lightsaber it had been embedded in had been destroyed by the Herald of Jombaral.
>Terrible Glare Protosaber – a protosaber belonging to an acolyte of the Terrible Glare. Contains a red, synthetic lightsaber crystal.
>Quartz Key – a mysterious key carved out of white quartz, hung from a necklace taken from a Terrible Glare cultist.

>>HOLOCRONS
>Holocron of the Betrayer – a Jedi Holocron containing the persona of Kreia, an enigmatic Jedi Master from the time of Revan and the Old Republic. Survivor of the Jedi Purge at the hands of Darth Nihilus.
>Holocron of the Redeemed – a Jedi Holocron containing the persona of Meku Sakaroto, a Jedi who followed Revan into battle against the Mandalorian Crusaders and fell to the Dark Side at Malachor V.
>Holocron of the Seeker – a Jedi Holocron containing the persona of Zayne Carrick, a former Jedi Padawan who survived the Padawan Massacre at the hands of the Jedi Covenant.

ALLEANA'S LEADS

>Arkinnea (P-10), a planet in the Expanse Region, where refugees of both Separatist and Republic bent flee.
>Bracca (Q-10), a planet in the Mid Rim, where the only fortune to be made is from shipbreaking and scrapping.
>Dagobah (M-19), a planet in the Outer Rim, a desolate swamp void of any significant or advanced civilization.
>O’haon (R-3, uppermost left corner), a planet in the Tingel Arm, suspected to be the planet you saw in the Revenant’s vision.
>Uliea (L-2, center), a planet in the Outer Rim, alleged homeworld of Alleana and Farren Gaelle, largely unknown by the galaxy.

MERCANTOR’S LEADS

>Abridon (J-18) - a mountainous planet in the Outer Rim territories. Its civilian shipyards were retrofitted into producing Separatist capital ships and droid starfighters.
>Bal'demnic (R-7) - an ocean planet in the Outer Rim territories. Hotly contested by its native Kon'me, the CIS and the Republic for its vast cortosis deposits.
>Flaspot (T-9) - a savannah planet close to Hutt space. Fell under corporate occupation prior to the war and served as a staging ground for the Droid Army.
>Lupa (Q-6) - a lush, grassland planet in the Outer Rim territories. Homeworld of the Mercantors, its primary moon Selene hides a Separatist droid and munitions depot.
>Sy Myrth (S-7) - homeworld of the Sy Myrthians, it remains one of the most important Separatist factory worlds unconquered by the Republic.
>Vinsoth (N-5) - homeworld of the Chevin and Chev, its traditions of piracy and slavery have given much grievance against the Republic.

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THE ALBATROSS

>>Class: Lonrar E-9 Explorer

>Silhouette – [4]
>Speed – [4]
>Handling – [-1]
>Hull: [25/25]
>System: [14/14]

>Shield (Fore) – [1]
> Shield (Port) – N/A
>Shield (Starboard) – N/A
>Shield (Aft) – [1]
>Armor – [4]

>>Cargo Capacity: 300 Metric Tons

>>Customization Hardpoints [2/4]:
>Electronic Countermeasures (1) – doubles the DC for enemy shits to hit you.
>Security Measures (1) – doubles the DC for Computers/Skullduggery checks made for unauthorized access.

>>Misc.
>Engineering Access – sub-deck access passages grant easy access to nearly any internal engineering system in the ship, allowing for quick response to problems. Lowers the DC made for Mechanics or Computer checks thanks to ease of reaching systems typically hidden behind bulkheads or sealed beneath deck plating.
>Namesake Bonus – increases engines/sublight speed by 1.

>>Weapons:
>1x Dorsal & 1x Ventral Turret- mounted Medium Laser Cannon(s).
>Fire Arc: ALL; Damage 6; Critical 3; Range [Close], Linked 1

>>Crew & Compliment:
>1 Pilot, 1 Co-Pilot, 1 Engineer, 1 Quartermaster.
>4 Passengers.

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

>>Crew of the Albatross.
>Ceyla Vikol – the mild-mannered and vision-addled miraluka padawan of Farren Gaelle.
>Elbawaraak “Elba” – wookiee engineer/mechanic enslaved by the Tof, who swore a life-debt to Farren.
>Suzel Sho – nagai scout/pilot enslaved by the Tof, repaying a debt to Farren after his parents were rescued from captivity.
>B-33 – SupTac droid purchased from a merchant prior to the slave revolution. Seeks new experiences.
>HK-82 – the head of a Hunter-Killer droid with a pacifist protocol. Searching for the rest of his body.
>Trykov – Clone survivor of the ill-fated 57th Elite Corps. A logistics officer turned quartermaster.
>S19 – an astromech droid purchased from Amagi. While it has a downcast demeanor, it will always pull through for its friends.

>>The Jedi Triumvirate.
>Master Uyer Kosa – twi’lek Jedi Peacekeeper, representing the Guardian. A stern woman, she took on Arotta Bashur as her padawan, and led the 57th Elite Corps into several battles during the Clone Wars.
>Master Brethon Larid – human Jedi Shadow, representing the Sentinel branch. Prone to bouts of eccentricity and deadly seriousness, and Farren’s former master. Sworn enemy of the Sith Lord known as the Storyteller, who killed his wife, Tessa Ceryll.
>Master Aure – zabrack Jedi Diplomat, representing the Consular branch. A sardonic woman with a sharp tongue, she insists Kirsten is still her padawan, and has so far refused to think about replacing her.

>>Farren’s Jedi Friends
>Torok Lamal – cathar Jedi Pilot and recent Jedi Knight. A childhood friend of Farren and Kirsten, he came perilously close to the Dark Side in the wake of Order 66, witnessing the aftermath of Kirsten’s torture at the hands of the Tof. Now a Jedi Knight.
>Kirsten Corrho – human Jedi Padawan. A childhood friend of Farren and Torok, and padawan of Master Aure. Tortured by the Tof and rendered comatose and brain-dead in a carbonite freezing experiment gone horribly wrong.
>Arotta Bashur – togruta Jedi Padawan. A childhood rival of Farren’s, turned sex friends during their later years. Padawan of Master Kosa, she was stranded on Kakarit until her rescue. Now burgeoning lovers with Farren.

>>Misc.
>Nomiana Whrul – female human Mandalorian bounty hunter that Farren met on Amagi. They shared an evening’s dance and a bed prior to the Slave Uprising, after which she disappeared on sabbatical with other Mandalorians. Gave Farren a custom pistol in exchange for a knife in the hopes it would keep him alive.
>Urzu & Mukir - companions mentioned to be with Nomiana.

>>Enemies.
>The Storyteller – the spirit of a Pureblood Sith bound in the pages of a book. The perpetrator of the misery of du Lac’s Hollow, and the death of Tessa Ceryll.
>The Revenant – a half-insane Dark Jedi and apprentice of the Storyteller. Suspected to be either Master Larid’s unborn daughter with Tessa, or his sister-in-law Eira Ceryll.

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>>Meanwhile, back on Amagi…
>>One week after the taking of the Chiller…
>>19 BBY, almost three months after the formation of the Galactic Empire
>>Amagi, Mylar System, Unknown Regions (H-3)

>>The High Council of the Mylar Star Alliance
>Archon of Warfare (Head of Government) – Kaules Keimann, male Ferroan.
>Mylar Star Army – General Suzui Sho, female Nagai.
>Mylar Space Cavalry – Wing Commander Belka, female Chiss.
>Mylar Star Navy – Fleet Admiral Laurentius Mercantor, male human.
>Archon of Economic Oversight – Taski, male Twi’lek.
>Archon of Foreign Affairs – Grun Kituh, male Bothan.
>Archon of Human Resources – Medrin Ve, male Duros.
>Archon of Internal Security – Elma Crane, female Arkanian.
>Archon of Planetary Development – Sheng Sanada, male pantoran.
>Advisor and Liasson to the Jedi Triumvirate – Master Aure, female zabrak.

The office of the Supreme Archon was a reflection of the power that Kaules Keimann held over the Alliance’s military might.

It was a beige and blue-colored space within the Freedomspire, formerly the receiving room of the late Viceroy Paraz Ungtek. One entire side of the room was a window which offered a breathtaking view of Serano Spaceport and its main thoroughfare. Right in front of the view was a grand holo-projector, around which five tables had been carefully placed: one for each Archon, and enough seats for adjunct staff. There were deep-cushioned couches for guests and impromptu meetings, and a small bar on the side, but those had been cleared away in lieu for more regulation beverages and professional seating.

The garish decorations that once dominated the hall were nowhere to be found. Gone were the stuffed heads, the trophies for atrocities and memorials to the vile and depraved. The office was borderline spartan, favoring functionality over fashion; beyond the bright blue flag of the Mylar Star Alliance, there was little in the way of decoration that did not otherwise scream of war: maps of nearby star systems, a framed schematic of a Tof warship, a cutlass over the mantle, and a solitary picture frame on Keimann’s desk.

Out of hundreds of visitors, there were only two who had enough courage to show curiosity. Jedi Master Aure, with all the grace of a rancor in a glassware shop, had brazenly picked it up, then set it down after an inspection before going back into a discussion about writing legal code. The second was Mern Ugtek, who’d been dusting the room and had accidentally knocked the frame over. She had apologized profusely, perhaps genuinely fearful for the first time since the start of her “rehabilitation” as his housekeeper.

…but in the end, glass was glass, and the frame was easily fixed. The viceroy’s daughter had nothing to fear, not from the woman in the photo, or from Keimann himself. He wouldn’t hurt Mern or offer punishment beyond a light scolding and the cost of the glass, much to what he sometimes swore was her acute disappointment.

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But to digress, it had been a calculated move on Keimann’s part to hold this session in his office. The backdrop of Serano and the spaceport’s inhabitants reminded everyone what was at stake. Heavy-handed perhaps, especially when the situation room only twenty-stories lower served a similar purpose, but the Supreme Archon found that it was an ultimately necessary thing.

Keimann was, of course, at the head of his table, placed directly center-stage by a large holotank the size of a speeder. And no differently, he himself had a cadre of adjuncts and support staff. On his right were the three highest officers in the military, all in their respective uniforms: General Suzui Sho, Wing Commander Belka, and Grand Admiral Laurentius Mercantor.

On his left sat a secretary dictating every word spoken, a technician to operate the holotank, and none other than Jedi Master Aure herself. They all cut a sharp contrast, Jedi robes against military fatigues and tailored suits. Ve was speaking at the moment. An amusing clash of style to Keimann’s eyes.

“It won’t be enough to just simply repeal the rationing mandate,” the Duros said emphatically. The Archon of Human Resources was all smiles and geniality, one of the more optimistic members of the High Council. “Morale is at an all-time high now that we have complete control over the system. I suggest throwing a parade and commissioning a monument to the fallen.”

“That was never in any doubt,” answered Sanada, squinting at a datapad. “The only question to be decided is where the monument goes, and when the parade will be held.”

“We should be careful not to become too relaxed,” Crane replied in a flat tone. The Arkanian’s features gave the idea that she was perpetually scowling, even if her tone was relatively mild. Her white, pupilless eyes did her no favors in appearing amicable. “I don’t want people forgetting that the Tof are still an extant threat. Plenty escaped during the revolution, back to whatever cesspit they crawled out of.”

At that, Sho’s lackadaisical face animated slightly. “Beggin’ your pardon, but we haven’t forgotten about them. If anything, my men were disappointed that there were no more of ‘em on the Chiller, and we had to come back home.”

Keimann grinned, even as Crane’s cheeks darkened. “No disrespect is intended, General Sho. I’m merely reminding the room that the Tof know where we are. And that they don’t take slights to their pride without violent recompense.”

It was an unfortunate truth. In the end, Amagi was only a slave colony, a trade outpost close to Wild Space and the most extreme edges of the Outer Rim. There was little in the way of their defenses that could deter a dedicated, punitive warband hellbent on revenge. The Tof culture was one that extoled callous brutality as one might an indifferent veneer – they would be all the more dangerous, angry and humiliated by their former slaves.

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Fortunately, that anger made them stupid, and the Alliance had time to prepare. They didn’t know exactly where the Tof laired in the Unknown Regions, but they knew that it was somewhere at the very edge of the rim. They knew because of stories overheard from drunken sailors, fearful whispers from those taken in chains, never to be seen again.

A perilous journey that was not easy to make going either way due to unmapped and uncharted space, and spatial anomalies that grew only stranger and stronger the closer one traveled to the galaxy’s edge. And this did not include any hostile powers that made their home in this part of space.

But everyone was hellbent on making sure that when the Tof did come back, the green bastards would pay a bloody price to even set boots on the planet. And even then, there wasn’t any guarantee that the occupants of said boots would be alive, let alone coming down from atmosphere still attached to them.

Keimann brought the meeting to a point of order by raising his hand. “Both valid points. Our leisure shouldn’t come at the expense of our vigilance, but the latter shouldn’t mean that we become as joyless as we’d been prior to the revolution. We’ll see to it that there’s enough security for our people to have both a proper celebration, and time to mourn our dead without disruption.”

A politician’s answer that appealed to both sides that was just vague enough to be open for future debate. In essence, passing the buck along to the future versions of himself and the gathered assembly. But nods of approval came from most of the council, smiles riding the high of decisively taking the Chiller. Crane visibly, if not audibly, harrumph’d. The Archon of Internal Security crossed her arms and ceded both the point and the stage, but deliberately let her gaze linger long on Keimann.

Still mad, then, he thought grimly. Outwardly, he remained calm and pensive, and motioned towards Sanada. “First on the docket is the Archon of Planetary Development’s report of our ongoing…planetary development.”

Somehow, that made Crane’s gaze turn even more severe, even as scattered laughter and dry chortles came from his little wordplay.

The Pantoran shuffled his papers together, and cleared his throat. “The bulk of our blue-collar labor force has been charged with the construction of industrial quarters and districts. Given our current projections, we can expect Amagi to match the industrial development of an Outer Rim world in approximately five years.”

“It will take that long?” asked Kituh, the Archon of Foreign Affairs. The Bothan stroked the length of his greying beard in with a concerned frown, but his voice was as cool and calm as a river.

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“Unfortunately,” sighed Taski, wiping a bead of sweat off his lekku. “There are several factors, but none so immediate as this: we are alone in the Unknown Regions. When exporting plasma to stimulate and open their economy, the Naboo had the aid of the Trade Federation. Regardless of whether or not it was exploitative, their exports nonetheless brought the wealth, fashion, technology and ideas of the Core flowing back into both the Mid Rim and Naboo.”

The Archon of Economic Oversight was a gaunt, emaciated twi’lek. Formerly a fat merchant with the bad luck to be captured by slavers, Taski had passed through the Outer Rim before being sold to the Tof. When his talent for bean counting had been discovered, the viceroy had made him his personal accountant. The long years of reducing sentient beings to numbers and piles of coins had eaten away at him, both physically and spiritually. Even a couple of months after the Revolution, Taski still had a haunted air about him, and dark circles underneath his eyes that Keimann suspected would never go away.

“The backbone of the Tof economy on Amagi was piracy and slavery,” Sanada muttered darkly, “But there was enough mineral presence discovered via prospecting for the late viceroy to venture into mining. What slaves weren’t on the market were shunted into mineshafts and quarries, and in the factories that processed those raw materials. They sourced from both sites on-planet as well as in the system - ice from the Chiller and silicon from the asteroid belt.”

“In summation,” continued Taski, “We have no shortage of raw materials and the factories to process them into intermediate wares, even taking into account factories destroyed during the Revolution. But we don’t have the facilities to turn them into high-technological ends: starship components, computer chips, droid parts, weapon lines, reactor cores…actual spaceships…”

“The Tof kept everything off-world,” added Aure with no small amount of heat in her voice, “In spite of their arrogance, they were smart enough to recognize that putting everything on one planet was a security risk. Couldn’t risk the slaves making their own getaway weapons or ships in secret.”

Not that it stopped them from using slaves to operate nuclear fusion plants, in spite of the risk that it inherently posed. But even after the revolution, General Sho’s husband continued to work at the plant he’d been assigned to by his minders. Granted, Hol had gotten a promotion and a position in the government, but he was otherwise happy to continue doing his job and provide the entire planet with power and energy.

The thought of sabotaging the reactors never entered his mind, even though Nagai culture prized blazes of suicidal glory. His wife would have followed him into hell to chastise Hol for not taking her with him in a glorious, nuclear middle finger to the Tof. Not to mention giving their son Suzel a very high bar to surpass.

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“We’re not in any danger of running out of anything anytime soon,” opined Sanada, “Food, water, shelter and warmth have been met as the bare minimum for our continued survival. But it will take at least three years before any advanced factories we make can operate at sufficient efficiency, and for our labor force to be skilled enough to maintain a constant, regular output of goods.”

Too long, Keimann thought. His thoughts were matched by the council’s faces, bearing varying degrees of visible concern. Hushed whispers broke out among the archons, among themselves and within their own private cliques. Too long to get anything meaningful done before the Tof come back.

Kituh stood, clearing his throat: “We’ve been approached by a spacefaring race of bipedal reptilians known as the Teladi. They own a small cluster of systems erring towards the galactic southeast relative to our position.”

Now that was a surprise. Of course, Keimann had already been briefed about this first contact prior to the meeting, but the Bothan had been sparse on any details. Citing the need to present it only once rather than twice. As a result, he was just as in the dark as the majority were.

“Never heard of them,” mused Sho, the first to break the silence. “Or at least met one on the slavers’ markets.”

“They had a moderate success of keeping the Tof out of their space,” Crane reported. “I had to scour the piggies’ records since they really don’t like recording their losses, but they kept a handful of after-action reports in their skirmishes with the Teladi. The lizards play a very defensive game, trading with other powers with a massive merchant marine, but violently enforce their borders with an equally sizable navy.”

What she didn’t say was that the Teladi would sooner kill themselves than be taken to be slaves. A sentiment that Keimann felt conflicted on, and couldn’t make up his mind whether or not it was cowardly of them, or the sensible thing to do.

“The Teladi are willing to offer a line of credit, and access to their industries and shipyards,” Kituh resumed. “Their ambassador informed me that their nation would be more than willing to back us against our war against the Tof.”

“How much credit?” asked Aure.

“Enough to build at least three fleets of warships, and accelerate our infrastructure effort by a significant margin. Not only the tools to build equipment, but the tools that make the tools that make them.”

Sanada was furiously scribbling in his notepad, exchanging hushed whispers with Taski. Aure remained impassive, but whistled. The aides talked animatedly, excitedly at the prospect of an ally against their former masters. Only Crane sported a scowl, and Kituh pulled nervously at the top of his robes.

The former could be written off as her general sour personality. But this must have been a part of the “finer details” that the Bothan hadn’t been too eager to share.

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“And what is it that they want in exchange?” asked Keimann loudly. He knew that kind of deal didn’t come without a high price to pay.

From how hard Kituh winced, it was a bad sign. And all but confirmed when he gave his answer. “First refusal for several exported goods. But they were more interested in our natural resources: ice mined from the Chiller, the ores extracted from the mines on Amagi, the silicon found in the asteroid belt, among other raw materials naturally found in the Mylus system.”

First refusal. The privilege of deciding whether or not to accept or reject something before the seller is allowed to go to anyone else. It didn’t necessarily entitle the privilege holder better prices or any better deals, merely the opportunity to decide whether or not to buy at the offered price before other parties got an option.

At a glance, it appeared to make enough sense. At this early stage in the Alliance’s development, they didn’t have any neutral or allied polities to sell to. But further down the line, if they could sell a metric ton of silicon on the cheap to another power, they’d have to offer the same reduced price to the Teladi.

Further concerning was the absence of duration. How long was this deal supposed to last? There weren’t enough details about the deal before they could either commit or refuse.

Sanada beat him to asking the question, directing a cool look to the Archon of Foreign Affairs. “What else did they have to say?”

For the first time during the meeting, the Bothan looked flustered. “…their representative did mention that they also want to send their agents to oversee the industrial and economic development of Amagi. And offer advice and course correction where they think we could be more efficient.”

Now that was a bridge too far. The mood had immediately soured. Keimann grimaced, raising his hand to quell the gathered throng before they could break out into a fierce argument. “We did not drive the Tof away just to invite a new set of overlords. Benevolent as they claim to be or how supportive of their cause they are.”

“Yeah, but we’re broke,” interjected Aure. All eyes turned towards the Jedi Consular. “Sure, you’ve got most of the Viceroy’s treasury, and all the ill-gotten wealth. But that’s only a flash in the pan after we spent most of it restructuring the planet.”

No one could argue against it, even if they wanted to. A closed economy would only get the Alliance so far. But that didn’t mean that they were willing to jump into bed with a nation analogous to the late Trade Federation. Perhaps it was Kituh’s fault in delivering the news, but there were few people Keimann observed that had anything more positive than neutral regarding the Teladi.

But the offer was very tempting.

And ultimately, one that they might have to end up taking if they wanted something better than a snowball’s chance in hell against a fully militarized Tof armada.

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Taski was the first to speak, wringing his hands together in an aggrieved manner. “Adding to Master Aure, there is the fact that we’ve yet to decide on an official currency. The Tof doubloon, culturally repulsive as it is, is stable. If we were to introduce a modified version of the Republic Credit, the fiscal turmoil might prove too much in our nation’s development. Inflation is a very real risk.”

“What do the Teladi use as currency anyway?” asked Sanada.

“The Buckzoid,” Kituh answered, “But they have a currency exchange for a surprising amount of money. Most of it’s for currency in the wider Unknown Regions, but they will still convert Republic Credits in addition to Tof Doubloons. There is, however, a small matter of their fifteen percent exchange fee…”

Fifteen percent?! At the current rate, the Mylar Star Alliance wouldn’t find themselves bound in chains, but by red tape and debts owed to a banker on the Teladi homeworld!

“There’s no denying that these Teladi are greedy bastards only concerned with turning a profit,” groused the Bothan, “And I’m not blind to their goals of using us as a buffer state between them and the Tof. But they aren’t slavers, and they see us as a long-term investment, even if the dividends and returns aren’t going to pay themselves off for at least a decade. They even abhor slavery…although that might be due to the fact that slaves don’t pay taxes.”

Aure wasn’t nearly able to cover her snort with her mouth, even as the other Archons weren’t quite sure how to react. But the Bothan wasn’t nearly finished, and added, “Their representative did mention that as a gesture of goodwill, they would be willing to sell us a mothballed fleet for one hundred thousand tons of ice. And make a gift in the form of a brand-new flagship to lead it. No strings attached, even if we don’t decide to take them up on that line of credit.”

THAT had gotten everyone’s attention, and even Keimann found his back straightening in his seat. For the first time in the meeting, Admiral Mercantor spoke. The human cut in before anyone could raise their own objections or observations. “I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but when you say ‘mothballed’, that doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.”

“No, it really doesn’t,” agreed Keimann, focusing sharply on the Bothan. “Did you press them for what they meant by ‘mothballed?’”

The Archon of Foreign Relations remained composed, even as he had to double-check his papers. “They’re offering four corvettes, three frigates and two cruisers in tandem with the to-be-built flagship. And their definition of ‘mothballed’ is simply ships of a prior design generation. They’ll still fly well enough.”

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The extent of the Mylar Star Navy was a flotilla of armed cargo haulers, Master Aure’s Consular-class cruiser, and the core ship of the Globus that was once a Lucrehulk. A ramshackle fleet that could easily put boots on the ground, but would struggle to hold the space above their soldiers’ heads.

Using the Teladi’s shipyards meant freeing up the colossal amount of manpower and work hours used to construct not only the ships themselves, but the equipment, machinery and locations that would be used to put them all together.

Old ships the Telaid were offering, but any additional tonnage into the navy would be a welcome addition. It was a sentiment shared with Mercantor, who was already jotting down notes as he fired off more questions.

“What about supply and munitions?” the Fleet Admiral asked.

“Both are included, but we will be given the means to manufacture them for future resupplying. We only need to provide enough manpower to fill out the crew complement.”

There wasn’t any shortage of experienced pilots, deckhands or seasoned starship crew among the former slaves, Keimann included. But the onus of training them how to operate these “new” ships would presumably fall on the Alliance. And much as the Supreme Archon subscribed to hands-on experience, he’d rather not have their nascent navy first cut their teeth on a fully-militarized Tof armada.

But those were concerns after they’d gotten the ships. He turned to Laurentius. “You’re the Fleet Admiral. Out of the assembled, your input carries the most weight for how we move forward in this manner.”

The Lupan steepled his fingers together as he adapted a pensive expression. “That entirely depends on several factors. For instance, what is the battle doctrine of the Tof? Their preferred tactics and strategies?”

Keimann grimaced as the memory of his own capture flickered to the surface of his mind. But he suppressed the tremor in his hands, directing it into an idle tapping before answering: “The slaver captains utilize hit-and-run tactics when they ply the trader lanes. They strike fast and hard, terrifying their prey into submission to make them more pliable for capture. Their proper military practice a doctrine of overwhelming firepower.”

Mercantor nodded. “How do their capital ships fight?”

“For some ungodly reason, the mad bastards also get up close to fight yardarm to yardarm. Not that they won’t shoot you as soon as you get in their sight. But what the Tof lack in morals, they more than compensate with reckless courage. They’ll get as close as possible just before their guns start scraping your hull, and even then, some actually carry out ramming or boarding actions.”

The admiral’s lips twitched in an expression of wry amusement. “Forgive me, I’d nearly forgotten about the cultural practices of the Tof. I was half-convinced that the report of wooden spaceships was someone’s idea of a joke in poor taste.”

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“The wood is specially treated to withstand the vacuum of space, layered on top of a durasteel or an equivalent alloy to maintain an airtight seal.”

“Fascinating.” But the word had been said by someone admiring bilge rather than any sort of respectable sight. “By any chance, do we have any of the Tof’s warships left over? Those might make for a temporary stop-gap until we finalize details.”

It was hard not to grimace. Speaking as the Archon of War, it made enough sense. There were a handful of corvettes, and a single frigate that had survived the aftermath of the revolution. It would only be a simple matter to re-arm them with former slaves who knew their inner workings and operations after years of servitude. There was a delicious irony in it that many would come to enjoy.

But as Kaules Keimann, even standing aboard the deck of one was a bridge too far. Unless, of course, he was leading a boarding party and was cutting his way through to the slave pens below decks. And even then, that only filled him with a violent rage, and nightmares that hadn’t completely played themselves out.

“We have a few,” he eventually stated in as neutral a tone as possible, “But I’d rather not commit too many of them. We need their guns to defend our immediate airspace.”

If there was any tells or chinks in his statement, Mercantor didn’t pick up on them. The Fleet Admiral simply nodded, set down his pen, then stood to address the assembly: “I propose building a navy that will outlast the Tof threat. And give us the weight to contend with the other powers of the Unknown Regions. The slavers are an immediate concern, but I’ve been made aware of other dangers lurking in nearby sectors.”

He hadn’t specified anyone, but Crane took the invitation to inject herself into the discussion. “The Tof don’t have many friends, but they definitely had plenty of trading partners. The Ssi-Ruuvi were one of their more prolific buyers, and the Ebruchi pirates sold and bought slaves in equal measure. And that’s not even getting into the three-way brawl involving the Chiss Ascendancy, Killik Hives and Vagaari Empire.”

Perhaps it was involuntary, but all eyes turned towards the Flight Commander. Belka, to her credit, remained unfazed, matching the stares with unflinching, crimson eyes.

“Would that I had a direct line to the Ascendancy,” the Chiss said coolly, not quite hiding an amused smirk. “Alas, I do not. And even if I did, they would only deign to send intelligence officers to assess the situation, and not any meaningful aid.”

That only raised the question of why she was here, and hadn’t taken the first shuttle back to Chiss space. But Keimann knew that she had an axe to bury – preferably in the soft, flabby underbelly of a Tof corsair.

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And even if she was an agent of the Ascendancy…well, he reasoned that they’d burn that bridge if they ever crossed it. From what little he knew of the cold-hearted, isolationist pricks, they at least thought slavery was a barbaric and abhorrent practice.

“There’s also the Blazing Chain,” Crane added, casting a wayward glance towards Master Aure, “But I’ve been told that our partners in the Jedi Triumvirate are investigating this.”

The Zabrak’s features twitched in annoyance. “The Triumvirate has nothing to present to the council at this moment in time. But we are looking into it.”

It must have come as a shock to the Jedi that they weren’t the only ones in the Unknown Regions with more than middling ability at using the Force. And that for all their talent, the Blazing Chain used it for piracy.

Briefly, Keimann’s thoughts strayed towards Padawan Gaelle…or would have been Knight at this point? Regardless, the Ferroan wondered if Gaelle’s departure from Mylar Space was his latest assignment for the Triumvirate. It had truly been a shame that neither of them had the time or opportunity to meet when Gaelle had first returned with the Mercantors and the Kakari refugees.

Mercantor spread his hands, and the Archon of War returned his attention to the proceedings. “Give me destroyers and frigates, and I can reasonably defend this planet and annex neighboring systems within a handful of parsecs. But if you want to chase the Tof to wherever they’ve made home, then I will need cruisers and carriers, battleships and dreadnoughts.”

“Weapons to arm our soldiers that make any sort of planetfall,” grunted Sho.

“As well as the supply lines and industry to support them from afar,” added Sanada.

Reasonable enough demands. Any nation worth their salt won through logistics, even more so than any grand vision of liberation, or tactics or strategy by the most cunning tactician.

To Kituh, Keimann ordered: “Inform the Teladi that we’re still deliberating about their line of credit. But we’ll accept their offer – a hundred thousand tons of ice for their mothballed fleet and munition factories.”

The Bothan nodded. “And for the fleet’s flagship, what should we have them build?”

>>The first fleet of the MSDF should be based around…
>A Battleship. A strong focus around a battleship means that the fleet will outlast, outgun and overpower any and all enemies. (Maximum Guns, Minimum Fighters)
>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)
>A Carrier. With a strong focus on a carrier and its starfighter complement, few enemies will be beyond the fleet’s power projection. (Minimum Guns, Maximum Fighters)
>The Globus. Have the Teladi rebuild the main ring component of the Lucrehulk and restore Octavia Mercantor’s flagship to its former glory.

[VOTE OPEN FOR 8 HOURS]

HOLY SHIT ITS BACK

>>5508364
>A Carrier. With a strong focus on a carrier and its starfighter complement, few enemies will be beyond the fleet’s power projection. (Minimum Guns, Maximum Fighters)
Well, Damb.
Merry Fucking Christmas

>>5508364
>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)
Happy Life-Day Kaz, I'm ecstatic to see you again. I would absolutely love to get a bit more into Makashi and Willpower

>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)

>>5508351
>We’ve been approached by a spacefaring race of bipedal reptilians
Uh oh
>known as the (((Teladi)))
Oh good.
>>5508361
>Tof ship-of-the-line
I hate Alan Moore and the Anti-Chr- I mean Marvel.

>>5508364
>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)
I hope I'm not metagaming but besides the Chiss, most factions in Wild Space and the Unknown Regions don't use a lot of fighters (and even the Chiss only shift their doctrine after Thrawn re-establishes contact with the wider Galaxy) and their technology is either flat out worse (Tof, Nagai, Macabree) or just different (Ssi-Ruuk, Vagaari, Kiliks, Yevetha), so heavy guns similar to a Providence or a Victory are overkill. A dreadnought would be a waste of resources at this point, the Empire doesn't have too many and IIRC nobody in the Unknown Regions will either either because it doesn't align with their doctrines (Vagari, Ssi-Ruuk, Chiss) or they don't have the capacity/technology to build them (Tof, Nagai, Kiliks, Yevetha). So even something like akin to a Venator will do well in the Unknown Regions. I'd love to see if we can snatch up some Separatist Holdouts but that might just draw the Empire's eye to us. Yes, I do mean the Eye of Palpatine.

>>5508364
>>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)

>>5508364
>Interregnum back at the end of the year
IT’S A LIFE DAY MIRACLE!

Hey, before I forget, has Keimann been told about those Abolitionist Pirates Ingmar mentioned? They’d probably make good informants if we’re going after The Blazing Chain and the Corsairs of the Sapphire Stars. Also, Jedi Pirate quest when?

>A Battlecarrier.

>>5508364
Welcome back what a surprise

>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)
It seems the alliance needs some help, for quite a lot of stuff....

>>5508364
>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid between that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)

I would prefer a full-on carrier, but there aren't nearly enough ships in the fleet to give it a proper escort detachment.

Also, hot damn, this is back. I had nearly ceased to hope.

>>5508367
Seconded. ANOTHER QUEST DEFIES ITS FORESEEN DEATH.

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>>5508364
>>A Carrier. With a strong focus on a carrier and its starfighter complement, few enemies will be beyond the fleet’s power projection. (Minimum Guns, Maximum Fighters)
Inshallah we will find a Lucrehulk ring whenever Farren investigates the Seppie planets Mercantor told him about.

Also LETS FUCKING GET IT, WE'RE BACK, BABY. CHISSFU HO!!!!

>>5508364
>A Carrier. With a strong focus on a carrier and its starfighter complement, few enemies will be beyond the fleet’s power projection. (Minimum Guns, Maximum Fighters)

>>5508582
>Chissfu
Disgusting, Torgruta is definitely best girl over all others

Fuck yeah it's back, baby.

>>5508607
>Disgusting, Torgruta is definitely best girl over all others
The clear best choice is on the Albatross right now.

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>>A Battlecarrier. A hybrid that doesn’t exceed at either of its progenitors’ original roles, but is well-rounded and adaptable for many situations. (Medium Guns/Fighters)

>>Now, without further ado, we return to the Jedi Wanderer...

>>Dweem Republic Base, Dweem System
>>Caralon Sector, Outer Rim Territories (T-9)

“Are you out of your gourd?!” demands Aqinos. He doesn’t even bother to modulate his voice. Several of the Iron Knights and the Albatrosses look in unabashedly as the two of you argue in a side corridor. “It’s a trap to lure in not only Vader, but any other Jedi just so that they can throw more bodies against the Sith!”

“There’s a difference,” you refute flatly, “I’m going to rescue who I can. Hell if I’m going to stay long enough for Vader and the 501st to arrive, let alone fight them.”

At the very least, that’s the plan. The Albatross should be faster than the entirety of the ship group comprising the 501st Legion. And that once you’ve got whoever’s coming, getting as far away from Kessel as possible. The contingency plan for if the Empire arrives before you escape is still in the drafting steps, but hairbrained escapes are a stable of Jedi Shadows.

But the sunesi isn’t having it. Aqinos looks like he’s about to blow a gasket. “You’re putting not only yourself, but your crew at risk. Maker, have you forgotten that you have a padawan?”

No, you haven’t. But Ceyla knew what she was getting into when she became your apprentice. And that you’ll fight tooth and nail to protect her from the nightmare visage of Vader that haunts her dreams.

Very calmly, you opine, “I’m appreciative of the concern. I truly am. But I can’t just turn a blind eye. They aren’t Mace Windu or Yoda.”

He immediately apprehends your meaning, and recoils as if you’d slapped him. “My grudge with the Council has nothing to do about it! I’m trying to prevent you from doing something that could lead to irreparable damage. Or worse, if you’re captured…”

A noble enough sentiment. But he isn’t your master, and you aren’t a part of the Iron Knights. He has no more authority over you than you would over one of the Iron Knights.

Still, he isn’t incorrect to have that fear. You know too much. Not only the location and occupants of Dweem, but the location of the Triumvirate, sensitive information, and Jedi planets that could be used as sanctuaries. Whether or not the Empire could send their agents or Vader into the Unknown Regions is irrelevant. Just the knowledge of their existence would lead to nothing but disaster.

But the decision has already been made. Not that you’re about to depart without taking proper steps to keep the Empire away from Dweem. As far as you’re concerned, this is just a courtesy to let Aqinos know what you’re about to do.

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There isn’t anything he can do to change your mind. Nothing short of physically restraining you.

And the sunesi knows this.

For a moment, it looks like his hand twitches towards his lightsaber. The air inside the base turns frigid, and all occupants – organic and inorganic alike – seem to hold their breath. You make no obvious movements, steadying your breath and your body…

…his webbed hand grabs at the front of your robes, dragging you within inches of each other’s faces. The Sunesi’s eyes are hard and fierce, unblinking and unflinching. But his hand remains far away from his lightsaber. “If your actions lead the Empire to Dweem, I swear to the Force that Vader won’t be the one to kill you.”

Undoubtably a statement unbecoming of a Jedi Master, but one that you can at least understand him making.

“…we’ll bounce around the Outer Rim to throw the Empire off our trail,” you promise, pulling away and taking his hands off your clothes. “And we won’t come back for…”

“No less than six standard months,” Aqinos orders, deadly serious. “Ideally, a year. The longer the better.”

There’s only a few minutes left for goodbyes. Thoughts of recruiting any of the Knights are promptly thrown out the window as the Albatrosses hurriedly pack what little they’d brought. A handful of farewells are exchanged, but none more so visibly than Illum. The eldest of Aqinos’ disciples takes Ceyla into a tight hug.

“Stay safe, little one.” The Shard’s voice is synthetic, taking vibrations and frequencies from the crystal itself and converting them into audible sound. But in spite of that, there was an inherently matronly tone. “Maker watch over you, and may the darkness never overcome your light.”

Aqinos doesn’t quite nearly slam the door shut on your way out, but he makes no attempt to hide his disapproval. Still, you can honestly say that you feel bad. Hopefully this won’t kickstart a brand new grudge against the Triumvirate.

Suzel already has the Albatross prepped for launch by the time the rest of the crew stumbles back onto the mountain. No sooner are the last of the crew aboard does the nagai goose it, angling the Albatross for a rapid ascent and escape from Dweem’s atmosphere.

“…and just when I was starting to get comfortable on the ice planet,” bemoans Suzel. But he carries out your orders, punching in a flight plan that’ll get the ship to Kessel as fast as possible. “Please tell me you have a plan, bossman.”

Reach Kessel. Intercept Jedi. Escape before Vader arrives.

“That…forgive me, master, but that isn’t much of a plan,” opines Ceyla plaintively.

It’s an outline. All that’s left for you to do is fill out the blanks.

“How soon can we reach Kessel?” you ask. “Factoring in bouncing around to throw any pursuers off Dweem.”

“Approximately twenty-five hours,” answers B-33.

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“And how soon until the 501st gets there?”

Trykov has to squint at the map, cross-referencing his datapad bearing a transcript of the Republic cypher. “…two at the minimum, but no more than four. They were on Coruscant to resupply after an insurgency on Valkin when the order was given for them to redeploy to Kessel.”

Plenty of time, even with the distraction maneuvers. That gives you at least one day to settle in and search for any latecomers. With that squared away, all that’s left is the actual entry itself.

You recall all that you know about Kessel, and fill in the blanks with the aid of your computer. It is a misshapen planet, and the only place where glittersim spice is produced. Smugglers and bootleggers would make the Kessel Run through the Maw, evading Republic authorities by skirting along the collection of black holes.

Prisoners condemned to hard labor are often sent to Kessel, overseen by the Colicoids – an insectoid race that had sided with the Separatists during the Clone Wars. Whether or not the Colicoids remain as overseers is yet to be seen, but you highly doubt that the Empire would have let them continue.

But returning to Kessel, the atmosphere is thin. Most of the air is provided by factories on the surface that refine the minerals and glittersim webs for export to the wider galaxy. And, to your and Ceyla’s surprise, ancient tombs and ruins litter the landscape. Possibly of Sith origin.

Most of this information is largely ancillary and only good for trivia or a history paper. But as a Jedi Shadow, all of these are useful. All that’s left to do is put this information to use and create an executable plan.

>>While you have one day before you reach Kessel, you will be too occupied planning with your crew to do anything else.
>>How will you infiltrate Kessel?
>Break into the prison and instigate a riot, bogging the Empire in trying to restore order. [Chaos]
>Pretend to be smugglers on a last-ditch Kessel Run prior to the Empire’s arrival. [Deception]
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE HOURS]

>>5508644
>>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]
Good chance for a full-stealth ridealong for Ceyla, even if it is to a fragment of the shattered body of Typhojem, the Left-Handed God.

>>5508644
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>Break into the prison and instigate a riot, bogging the Empire in trying to restore order. [Chaos]
...damnit, so much for recruiting the Iron Knights. At least there's a chance for meeting pirates and asking about pirate legends.

>>5508644
>Pretend to be smugglers on a last-ditch Kessel Run prior to the Empire’s arrival. [Deception]
Stealth seems like it has the highest chances of going wrong, even if Deception leaves the ship open to being identified if it pops up in relation to other known Jedi. Definitely metagaming but the Inquisitorius really isn't something to worry about for a year or so.

>Pretend to be smugglers on a last-ditch Kessel Run prior to the Empire’s arrival. [Deception]

>>5508644
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]
God I love this quest, we should see about getting a breastplate or something just to help, maybe even a face covering helmet

>The Globus. Have the Teladi rebuild the main ring component of the Lucrehulk and restore Octavia Mercantor’s flagship to its former glory.

ah damn, missed that vote

>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]
Yeah

>>5508644
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508644
>>>5508644
>>Silent and undisruptive, with nobody or any cameras even aware of your arrival or exit. [Stealth]

>>5508658
>Deception leaves the ship open to being identified if it pops up in relation to other known Jedi
This was my fear, expecially since Farren's departure from Kakarit was so conspicuous. I think any of the options'll be fun though.

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Looks like we voted for the stealth approach.

The insertion point is the Garrison Moon. Upon exiting hyperspace, Suzel will put the Albatross into a geosynchronous orbit around the moon and use its gravity well to slingshot the ship to Kessel. Running on minimal power with only life support and thrusters on, the Albatross will appear as space debris to conventional scanners. A maneuver he’s never performed, but one he can easily do with the aid of no less than three droids running calculations and course corrections.

Making it onto Kessel proper, you’ll be deploying on one of the less populated areas. The cargo hold of the Albatross contains four speeder bikes, and a plethora of rebreathers to deal with the thin atmosphere. It shouldn’t take more than a few hours at most to make it to the mine mentioned in the rendezvous.

>>Do you wish to take anyone else with you?
>>As you have prioritized stealth, you may only choose one (1) of your companions:
>B-33/HK-82
>Ceyla.
>Elba.
>S-19.
>Suzel.
>Trykov.
>None. This is a solo mission.

[VOTE OPEN FOR SIX HOURS]

>>5509034
>Ceyla.

>>5509034
>>Ceyla.

Honestly she's the only one of the crew with even a prayer of getting out alive if the shit goes down, and it'll be good to start training her on how a shadow evaluates other force users

>>5509034
>Ceyla.

>>5509034
>>B-33/HK-82

>>5509034
>B-33/HK-82
I want to bring Ceyla, but the risk is too great. If shit hits the fan, I'd rather she be on the Albatross already.

>>5509034
>None. This is a solo mission.
I would say Suzel, since he's the best at stealth and, being a Nagai, wouldn't really stick out if we were seen. But since he's our pilot I'd rather have him on board when we have to scram.
B-33/HK-82 are a bad option not because of their chatter but because of the fact B-33 is a Tactical Droid and that's a big red flag for the Empire right after the end of the Clone Wars.
Elba is a Wookiee. Wookiees aren't stealthy. (Not racis' just don't like em)
S-19 is an astromech droid. Not the fastest or most inconspicuous thing in the Galaxy.
Trykov is a Clone, getting seen with a Clone might be worse than getting seen with a Tac Droid. He's also a logistics officer, not a combat/infiltration specialist.
Ceyla is probably the worst option, even if it's a great teaching opportunity for her, her getting caught is the worst case scenario, probably even worse than Farren getting caught. It's better to keep her safe in this scenario, do people need to be reminded that what we could be facing here are the 501st and Vader? Also a blind little girl is pretty damn conspicuous.

>>5509034
>>Ceyla.
Teachable moments and all that.

>>5509034
>>None. This is a solo mission.
Agreed with the guy above's logic. Besides our Padawan is a Miraluka, who radiates the Force, and unlike us can't cut it off and still be able to see.

Holy shit, this quest is still alive.

>>5509034
>None. This is a solo mission.
Tactical Espionage Action!
inb4 we get big ass lore dumps

>>5509049
Im gonna change my vote

>>5509083
Solo bro convinced me.

>>None. This is a solo mission.

>>5508329
>Kaz returns with Interregnum
GOD BLESS US! EVERYONE!

>>5509083
Also yeah, having caught up, this seems like the most sensible option.

>>5509034
>Ceyla.

Padawan being present might make it seem more convincing to the Jedi we run across that we're not leading them into a trap or a dangerous situation.

>Ceyla.

Maybe us dying could affect her development.

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>>5509275
lmao

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>At the time of the cutoff, the emerging vote to win was for Farren to go it solo.

>>Kessel, Kessel System
>>Kessel System, Outer Rim Territories (T-10)

The Albatross drops out of hyperspace, running silent and passive as it slips into the gravity well of the Garrison Moon. The E-9 has only a fraction of the stealth capabilities compared to the Boss Bantha, but Elba works a little miracle with the reactor and main propulsions. There’s only enough power for life support and RCS thrusters, but at the first sight of trouble, the ship can go to full burn within a handful of seconds, and hyperspace in less than a minute.

“Standby for course correction,” mutters Suzel every so often. “Standby…”

Beads of sweat fleck the nagai’s forehead. His mouth is twisted into a thin grimace. The flight path is visibly displayed on the HUD as both a line and a series of windows he has to guide the ship through. Deceptively easy, but it is a balancing act – maintaining enough speed to avoid to avoid being pulled into the atmosphere, and acting slow enough to pass as a bit of space debris to any sensors.

From his station towards the rear of the cockpit, S-19 chirps a warning.

“Translation: adjust your heading by zero-point-two-five degrees,” translates HK-82.

He does so. It is a small adjustment, but the entire ship seems to lurch as the thrusters fire a quick burst. The inertial dampeners work only hard enough to prevent any fatal injuries. Ceyla stumbles into Elba, who grunts indignantly and waves off a profuse apology. Trykov grunts, gripping the armrests of his seat with a white-knuckled grip. Even you aren’t completely immune – you can’t help but sway from one side to another.

Deep breaths.

Deep…deep, deep breaths.

…you’re only about to do one of the most dangerous missions you’ve ever undertaken as a Jedi Shadow.

It was one thing to infiltrate Amagi and kickoff a violent slave insurrection to rescue Master Aure and Kristen.

It was one thing to slip onto Kakarit to rescue Arotta and fight the darkness that lurked within the jungle.

This…will be something else entirely.

A desperate race against time to evacuate as many Jedi as you can before no less than a Sith Lord approaches within a twenty-four-hour window of opportunity.

…

…the Garrison Moon casts a long, ominous shadow into the cockpit of the Albatross…

“Approaching exit point!” announces Suzel over the intercom. “Brace for slingshot!”

It comes almost too quickly. Suzel hits the gas as the misshapen lump of Kessel comes into full view, accelerating just enough to break away from geosynchronous orbit. Everyone slams back into their seats as the Albatross exits the gravitational well of the Garrison Moon, boosted by the slingshot to an almost obscene degree of speed.

(cont.)

Overhead, the stars, moon and planet wheel wildly, and there aren’t any organics suffering from varying degrees of nausea.

“E.T.A. to Kessel is approximately two hours,” reports B-33 dutifully at the navigator’s station, blissfully incapable of feeling discombobulated. “Insertion point is an abandoned landfill fifty kilometers from the Jedi’s rendezvous point.”

“Commentary,” HK-82 adds, “It will take Master Farren approximately fifteen to twenty minutes with a speeder bike to reach the mine if driving at a reasonably safe speed. Have a care to obey local speed laws to avoid a citation.”

>>Two hours later...

“On one hand, I feel like I should be complaining,” grouses Ceyla. She leans against a nearby crate, observing as you prepare one of the Albatross’ speeder bikes. “On the other hand…yeah, I’m kinda glad that this won’t be my first stealth mission.”

The chortle in your throat is drier than the sands of Tatooine. “I wasn’t about to pull a Master Larid and throw you into the deep end this early in your apprenticeship.”

“…he didn’t do something like this to you, did he, Master Farren?”

“The less you know the better,” you assure her, patting her on the shoulder.

Your padawan scowls behind her blindfold, but bites her lip nervously. “…in and out, right?”

“Like I said to Master Aqinos. We aren’t staying any longer than necessary.”

The sooner you get to the bottom of this mess, the better. Ideally, the bottom of the mess involves the idiots responsible for this deliberate provocation of Vader. And your hands around their necks in a throttling fit of pique due to their sheer stupidity of this hairbrained scheme.

Ceyla shifts, nervously tapping the floor of the hangar with the tip of her boot. “…Illum said that dreams can often contain visions. And that with how, erm…sensitive I am to those kinds of things…”

“I dreamt of a terrible machine.”

…the Sith in her nightmare could only have been Vader.

“Its heart was a furnace, and the flames burned with the power of the Dark Side.”

The timing with his imminent arrival to Kessel made it all but obvious.

“It stared at me with hateful eyes, and ignited a crimson lightsaber.”

Darth Vader, Sith Lord and Dark Apprentice to Darth Sidious, known to the galaxy at large as Emperor Palpatine.

“I ran as fast as I could, but no matter where I hid, I could hear the metallic rasp of its breath just over my shoulder…”

Formerly, the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.

Ceyla flinches as your thoughts darken. It seems that already, the beginnings of a Force Bond have started to emerge between the two of you. But she doesn’t feel coherent thoughts as much as emotions, so you rein your darker impulses and center yourself.

“…sorry about that,” you apologize. “I know what I risk going up against. I saw…footage of the aftermath at the Jedi Temple.”

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And footage of your former friend slaughtering masters and younglings alike with the cruel indifference of a butcher…

…or would a machine be a more apt comparison given both dream and deed?

The miraluka shivers. “Please, please be careful. It was a really scary dream.”

You will. You above anyone else know the stakes in the event of the worst-case scenario.

And that you’re more than ready to pay the ultimate sacrifice in order to protect not only her and the Albatross, but the rest of the Jedi – Triumvirate and Iron Knights alike.

Ceyla whines as you tousle her hair, and make a mess out of her neatly combed locks. “Keep up your training studies while I’m gone, alright? There’s gonna be a quiz about Nomi Sunrider when I get back.”

She pouts, but nods resolutely. “Master Farren?"

"Yes?"

"...may the Force be with you.”

>>Where do you first wish to go?
>The transportation hub. See if you can’t intercept incoming Jedi before they meet the ringleader.
>The rendezvous point. It's time to figure out who’s the genius responsible for this idiotic plot.

[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE HOURS]

>>5509489
>The rendezvous point. It's time to figure out who’s the genius responsible for this idiotic plot.
Get to the root, and stop this plot before they all become target practice for the 501st. Maybe we can sense them ? Regardless if we find them, we can redirect them to go towards our master and join us. Of course they should ensure that they don't let a visible trace behind them, and jump in some systems before reaching our jedi group. Hopefully they realize that those padawans need to be protected.

>>5509489
Gotta give Ceyla a lesson in how not to fear shit that ain't happened yet.

>The rendezvous point. It's time to figure out who’s the genius responsible for this idiotic plot.
We may have to slap some sense into the moron responsible for this, or worse FIGHT them if they decide to insist on their suicide, but it will help to convince at least SOME other Jedi to join up with us and NOT die.

Y'all think telling them Vader is Anakin might help? Like, we ain't got any proof besides our word. Do we carry the film from the Jedi temple with us or?

>>5509489
>The rendezvous point. It's time to figure out who’s the genius responsible for this idiotic plot.

>>5509489
>The rendezvous point. It's time to figure out who’s the genius responsible for this idiotic plot.

>>5509489
>>The transportation hub. See if you can’t intercept incoming Jedi before they meet the ringleader.

>>5509609
Maybe, maybe no. Anakin was a remarkable and great jedi, warrior, commander and even pilot. The 501 st was the best regular force of the whole GAR in the clone wars too, and had a great success in completing their part of Knightfall operation. Add other supportive imperial elements to the attack force, and not even a brief fight would start.
But jedi can be stubborn and prideful, the one that aren't would likely follow us. The others need to be knock down and throw like sacks in the Albatross.

>>5509489
>>The transportation hub. See if you can’t intercept incoming Jedi before they meet the ringleader.

>>5509609
>Y'all think telling them Vader is Anakin might help?
Given the level of reasonability these particular Jedi are operating at? No, I don't think so. But Farren might not know that Potkin and Arrana are smoothbrained morons, depends on if that was common knowledge in the order.

>>5509489
>The transportation hub. See if you can’t intercept incoming Jedi before they meet the ringleader.
There's no convincing someone who came up with a plot as desperate and stupid as this to stop what they're doing. We're better off aiming for the hopeful and desperate (but not cornered) Jedi who think they're going to meet with the last living High Councillor.

>>5509696
Behold, the smoothest brain jedi of all. This mf just went and charged the damn jedi temple with a load of clones in front of his dumb ass. Glad he's dead. Glad the SMART Jedi are the ones who survived.

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>>5509862
Meant to post this picture. He's in the same issue as Hudorra, who I think was ALSO a dumbass for just THROWING AWAY TWO PERFECTLY FINE LIGHTSABERS.

That smart needs an asterisk.

>>5509489
>The transportation hub. See if you can’t intercept incoming Jedi before they meet the ringleader.

>>5509867
Homedog was suffering from terminal main character syndrome. Thought the crowd was gonna join him. Hudorra I understand though, throwing away lightsabers isn't nearly as egregiously stupid as it is in canon. Lucky for him, in legends you can just cook yourself another crystal and all the other parts are relatively easy to get.

>>5509959
>in legends you can just cook yourself another crystal and all the other parts are relatively easy to get
I think the synthetic method is relatively unknown among the Jedi and the Empire had even stricter control of the lightsaber crystal-bearing planets than they did in Canon.

>>5510006
I think it's know, they just prefer to use natural crystals due to a belief that creating them is unnatural and a "quick and easy" path. But they'll do it if they need to. For example, I think one of Luke's Crystals was synthetic.

>>5509489
If you still need a tiebreaker, then I’ll go with the option that let’s us meet these guys individually, rather than as a group.
>The transportation hub.

>The transportation hub. See if you can’t intercept incoming Jedi before they meet the ringleader.

Maybe this could be an imperial trap?

>>5510092
The only trap is the sheer stupidity of the person setting the meeting up. In canon the dumb bitch straight up TELLS VADER WHERE THEY ARE.

>>5510094
>tells Vader where they are
>tells him Obi-Wan isn't there
>hands him her cortosis sword

>>5510098
Case in fucking point man, case in fucking point.

>>5510006
The Jedi definitely know how to make them. Some even used them. But the association with Dark Side groups and the preference for natural crystals is why they aren't nearly as popular. Adi Gallia's red lightsaber had a synthetic and Luke made his crystal with instructions Obi-Wan left him.

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>>The transportation hub.

The atmosphere isn’t so thin that you need a full EVA suit for survival. A simple rebreather would do to keep the dust of ages from entering anyone’s lungs. But the speed of your trip necessitates goggles, and a jacket to keep the wind from lashing at your skin. It’s been a long while since your last speeder bike ride, but the muscle memories of how to operate them lies dormant, and responds eagerly with your movements.

The landfill and the desolate, pockmarked landscape of the wastelands recedes into a blur as you accelerate the speeder bike to a little faster than safe. Some primal, bestial part of yourself whoops and hollers, and the sound of your heartbeat fills your ears. Nowhere and everywhere to go at once, but upon a vehicle far more intimately controlled by its rider than a spaceship or a starfighter could afford.

It is almost enough to make the dread of facing Vader recede into the background.

So passes half an hour of weaving through the wastes, confounding your trail around the ancient ruins of the Old Republic and landfills that had outlived the industries that dug them. Your sojourn takes you towards Kessendra, Kessel’s largest (if not the only) settlement or any of its satellite districts of prisons and miner shanties. The treads and tracks of vehicles transporting miners across the planets’ sands become more frequent, then cedes to compacted dirt as you reach the outskirts of the city.

The speeder bike is easily hidden, tucked away behind a pile of crates with several inches of undisturbed dust. You breathe in deep, expelling both the thrill of the ride and any lingering anxiety.

From your belt, you produce a grappling line, and a bundle of high-tension wire. The Force guides your hand, and you throw the hook far beyond what human strength could accomplish, and towards the rusted grate of a dilapidated air purifier.

CLANG! The noise almost seems to vanish into the cacophony of industry and the howling wind that blows across the planet. Securing the line to your belt, you run towards and up the wall, leaping from one handhold to another. Within a handful of moments, you make it to the grate, and slash it open with a flourish of your lightsaber.

Slipping into the duct, you catch your breath, then travel deeper into Kessendra proper. It takes little time for you to reach a junction, then an exit out of the shaft into an abandoned control room. Sealing it behind you, you pull your goggles off and spit out your rebreather, taking deep gulps of (relatively) clean, non-recycled air.

Leaning against the wall, you pause to collect your thoughts. The transmission intercepted by the Empire included names of those invited for the conclave. Disregarding the impossibility of Obi-wan Kenobi’s presence, there are eight Jedi to be in total attendance.

(cont.)

Master Larid had thousands, if not millions of files the Bantha. Not even including what he managed to recover from the Jedi Temple. A curated selection of of both were copied onto the Albatross, albeit with a self-destruct program hardwired to go off in the event of unauthorized access. But you had taken the entirety of your trip from Dweem to do your research.

Jedi Masters Jastus Farr, Koffi Arana, Shadday Potkin, Robilo Darté, and Tsui Choi.

Jedi Knights Bultar Swan, Ma'kis'shaalas, and Sia-Lann Wezz.

All of whom were generals who’d seen active combat throughout the entirety of the Clone Wars.

All of whom displayed a wide variety of personality traits according to Master Larid’s notes.

Arrogant. Courageous. Cynical. Headstrong. Impulsive. Insightful. Just. Pragmatic. Questioning.

It’s nothing short of a miracle that they all survived Order 66. Whether by sheer grit and tenacity, or the grace of the Force. But thanks to the machinations of the head of this so-called Conclave, the one who had sent invitations and summoned the Jedi, their efforts would all come to naught.

Your next breath almost comes out as a profanity. Shadday Potkin may very well have damned seven of your brothers and sisters in this mad, desperate endeavor.

>>Due to picking [Farsight] in the prior thread…

But you put away your angry thoughts as you settle into the lotus position, folding your legs and laying your hands in your lap. You recall the lessons of Master Aqinos, Master Larid, and all of the Jedi in the temple who taught you about Sensing. Even Ceyla, your padawan, who had learned from Master Illum, had something to offer.

Here, you have the time. You remain undisturbed as you center yourself. The world becomes nothing. The desire to lash out at Potkin becomes irrelevant as concern for the wellbeing of your Jedi brothers and sisters overtakes all emotion.

Everything recedes as you steady your heartbeat and reach with the Force…

>>Farren throws 2 Force Dice to activate Farsight.
>>He takes 6 for each and gets 16 (2d12+4) [2 Force Rating + 1 Farsight Pip]

…and in spite of your burgeoning understanding, you briefly gain an impression of three unique Force signatures, and their general direction...

>>Which traveler do you wish to pursue first?
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lean Wezz]
>An established master, unaware or unwilling to abate the festering loathing. [Koffi Arana]
>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism. [Ma’kis’shaalas]

[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE HOURS]

Did the FFG-equivalent of D&D's Take 10 to speed up the narrative here.
But in any event, it's good to be back. Apologies for the delay, and thanks for waiting for Farren's return.

>Do we carry the film from the Jedi temple with us?
No. Larid didn't give that to you.

>>5510481
>[Sia-Lean Wezz]

>>5510481
Geez, none of these are ideal. I don't think Larrid's files would indicate how hopeless trying to deal with Arana would be, and Ma'kis is literally a Morgukai (that would definitely be in the files), meanwhile Wezz is just kind of meh. I wish we could have gotten to Swan, Choi, or Farr but, naturally, everything can't be ideal.

>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism. [Ma’kis’shaalas]
Not that we need more cynics but he's the most reliable of these three.

>>5510481
>>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism. [Ma’kis’shaalas]

>>5510481
>>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism. [Ma’kis’shaalas]

>>5510494
Hey, Kaz, just want to make sure I’m not metagaming too much, but did any of those reports Larid have on Wezz mention her fighting through the Colicoids Kessel prison? Because that might be a useful distraction.

>>5510523
I’m checking through my PDF copy of “Galaxy of Intrigue” where the wookiepedia source says that adventure happened. I haven’t found it yet, but I think that if Wezz did her Kessel prison break, it would’ve been way before she made a return after Order 66. Regardless, it would’ve been mentioned in her file.

>>5510481
>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism. [Ma’kis’shaalas]

>>5510481
>>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism.
Lay it raw and rapid, don't sugar coat the argument once we find them. We have no time to lose in chit chat.

>>5510481
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends.

>>5510481
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends

>>5510481
>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism.

The one who ain't been here the longest might be the easiest to convince. Arana's a dick and the other girl is super reckless too, so Am'Gun'Dai's cousin seems the best idea. I hope we can convince the masters, they seem more reasonable and less suicidal.

>>5510481
>>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lean Wezz]
And with 8 minutes to spare

>>5510481
>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism.

> The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism.

>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism.

Just voting because. Anyways, rolls are gonna be real interesting.

>The newest arrival to the settlement, whose justice is marred by cynicism.

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KesCorp had been founded by the Senate to monitor any and all activity on the planet – incoming persons, the mining of spice, and research into legitimate pharmaceutical ends. Alas, Larid’s intelligence on KesCorp report that the criminal underworld had slowly taken over the company’s reigns. “Glitteryll”, a cut of cheap Rylothian ryll mixed with Kesselian spice, had been none-so-discretely exported with the medicine to buyers and criminal enterprises all across the known galaxy.

In theory, Kessendra’s spaceport is heavily monitored, with Republic Navy Vessels routinely patrolling the Kessel Trade Corridor. Ships were regularly screened, often times boarded to check for any contraband or smuggling holds. But gradual disinterest from the Senate had pulled the patrols away, made them less frequent, and the outbreak of the Clone Wars was the final knell in any prolonged Republic scrutiny.

Prisoners make the bulk majority of the spice miners. However, there had been enough gainfully employed miners to justify building basic infrastructure on Kessendra. The local economy is barebones and pitifully underdeveloped compared to any other world, but it makes enough to support the miners, or the overseers of the prisoners. Luxury is almost a foreign concept, with much of the market dominated by more pragmatic goods – bars of soap, dried rations, repair kits, water purifiers, and rebreather canisters.

In a pinch, Kessel serves as a refueling station for traders going down the Pabol Sleheyron hyperspace route. Admittedly out of the way, but one that could be legitimately used. Even now, carefully hidden in the shadow of an alley, you can spy tramp traders and merchants haggling over the cost of coaxium, hyperfuel, and other victualing supplies…as well as your mark arguing with a moisture farmer about the cost of water.

As far as disguises went, Jedi Knight Ma'kis has done better than most. The uniform blue of his clothing admittedly stands out, but that’s only a mild quibble. His hip is devoid of his lightsaber, but it’d be a sucker’s bet to say that he doesn’t have it read at a moment’s notice. Interestingly enough, the Nikto looks remarkably composed in spite of all that’s happened.

Must be the Morgukai training, you think wryly. Or has he always been this calm for a firebrand?

The Force trembles as Ma’kis discretely waves his fingers in what could’ve passed as a gesture of exasperation. All of a sudden, the moisture farmer relaxes, visibly leaning back as he mumbles something about paying a fair price for a canteen of water.

That’s when you make your move. Peeling away from the alley, you start your walk into the spaceport’s market square. You move with the crowd, easily inserting yourself with the flow of traffic as it brings you closer towards the Nikto…

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You catch him as he’s drinking. A light shoulder check that wouldn’t leave any permanent damage. Ma’kis sputters, spilling his canteen all over the front of his clothing. The crowd around you edges away, continuing to flow around you as the Nikto turns indignant.

“Have a care where you’re going, sir!” the Jedi growls.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you drawl, slipping into the twang of a Mid-Rim agri-merchant. Or an exaggerated flange of Riven’s Coruscanti underlevels accent. “Honest mistake, gov. Crowd pushes and turns and goes all meanderin’…”

Ma’kis stares, briefly taken aback, before pointing to the now-empty canteen in his hands. “That cost me ten credits!”

Sithspit, what a markup for a ‘fair price’ on Kessel. You’d be angry too.

You sigh, reaching into your pocket with one hand as you wave westward with the other. “Tell you what, bud. I’ll buy ya a drink. There’s a cantina down thattaway with the best dancin’ girls this side of the Trade Corridor.”

“Reimbursement for my water will be enough,” he says coldly.

“Fine, fine…” you grumble. Fishing out the requisite credit chips from your pocket, you place them in the Jedi’s hand. “But ‘tween you and me? I’d still be up for drinks if you’re willin’ about it. Just ask for Ren at the Miner’s Missy.”

The Nikto snorts, pocketing the chips before stomping back towards the moisture farmer. That’s your cue to leave. Rejoining the crowd in the opposite direction, you let yourself go down a few blocks, all the way to the cantina in question.

The booth you’re seated in affords you a view of the entrance. The music isn’t obnoxious, but just loud enough to drown out all but the loudest conversations – just the way any enterprising smuggler, criminal or runaway Jedi would like it. You order a plate of the local equivalent of fish-and-chips, and throw a handful of credits to the dancing girls. A few try to sashay their way to earning an extra tip, but you politely refuse, opting to appreciate from afar rather than experience a hands-on enjoyment.

Force knows that Master Larid might have indulged himself. He’d done it often. But Arotta certainly wouldn’t have liked it for you to go “too deep” into any cover unless it was absolutely necessary. Now more than ever given your current relationship status.

Thirty minutes of appreciation and under-seasoned food pass before you notice a familiar face at the door. The host nods, pointing to your booth. He barely receives any thanks as Jedi Knight Ma’kis makes a beeline towards you.

“Looks like yer takin’ me up on that drink after all, eh, guv?” you joke, even as you give him a looking over. “Or was it the dancin’ girls, ‘cause you just missed ‘em…”

Clutched between the Nikto’s fingers is the piece of paper you slipped between the credit chips. His face is hard and intense, with no room for any levity.

“Who are you?” Ma’kis demands.

(cont.)

His gaze hardens. “I said-”

“I insist.” An edge enters into your voice, and you let the accent fall away. “It’s been a rough time for all of us, so the least you could do is sit down, relax and not cause a scene.”

The Nikto looks like he might argue, but you have him on the backfoot. Force only knows how he might’ve reacted to getting “beware of pots among kin that hide several cracks”.

Ma’kis growls, sitting down opposite of you. As a gesture of goodwill, you order a pitcher of the purest water that could be found on Kessel. It comes quickly, and you pour both of yourselves a glass.

“I wouldn’t have picked the Missy if the booths weren’t secure,” you say lightly. “For all their vices, discretion is one of the better virtues of Kessel’s criminal underworld. And I did check for bugs.”

If it was meant to make him more relaxed, it doesn’t show on the Nikto’s face. All he does is watch you drink, and only after you’ve swallowed does he deign to sip at his own glass.

You sigh. “If I wanted to poison you, I would’ve smeared peko-peko albatross toxin onto the credit chips.”

“Enough games,” the Jedi demands, ignoring that little slip. “That you’re a Jedi is obvious, but you were not among the numbers Master Potkin had invited. Who are you?”

>>How will you respond?
>Write-in. (Custom option)

[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE HOURS

>>5511491
>”I’m the shade who found out she didn’t put you on the guest list. All seven of you are the meal, and she’s likely going to be the after dinner mint. You’re all bait for the real guest.”

>>5511507
Sorry, I posted an old version.

>>5511491
>”I’m the shade who found out your host didn’t put you on the guest list. All seven of you are the meal, and they’re likely going to be the after dinner mint. You’re all bait for the real guest.”

Also, I think you dropped a paragraph in the last post, Kaz.

>>5511491
>"I'm a Shadow, I've been monitoring transmission to and from Republic High Command since Order 66. Master Potkin leaked this message over high-security GAR channels. My only purpose here is to save as many Jedi as I can from Master Potkin's scheme, Obi-Wan Kenobi won't be here, none of the High Councillors will be, if any at all survived. My own Master managed to assemble a group of surviving Jedi in Wild Space, beyond the Empire's reach for now. We may be the best hope the Galaxy has, better than this foolish attempt at revenge. You're a trained warrior, an assassin. Do you really think whoever Master Potkin has lured in is enough to take down Darth Vader and the 501st, when they were able to slaughter the entire of the Temple, including Masters Ti, Nu, and Drallig, in a single night?"

Obviously it doesn't have to be verbatim, especially if we have things we still need to keep on the DL, but I think this is a good gist to go off of.

>>5511491
>I'm a man with a warning, and an offer. Potkin's trying to punch way above her weight class and you all are an attempt to give her a fighting chance. The Emperor's new enforcer is on his way here, as we speak, and I don't fancy your collective odds against him. But I have a ship, a safe haven, and a need for instructors. You can stay here and be slaughtered or you can come with me and rekinde the fires of our order. Your choice, but I want to extend this offer to all the other Jedi she's kept in the dark as to her true plans.

>>5511523
>Ti
She's on Felucia, anon.

>>5511491
>An Uninvited Shade, who sees that Seven lights are getting served up to a Dark Machine as bait. There's no Negotiator coming. No wise Sages coming with lore and wisdom. No Blades of Light coming with mastery and ferocity. No shadows coming. Just seven lights and a fool against everything a Dark Empire can muster. We both know how this farce of a trap ends. I'm here to try and save who I can.

>>5511523
Just as a note, we should play the fact we have a master, having a group and such close to the vest. Lest he get captured or drop it to the wrong target. Vader's broken people before.

>>5511532
True, but it's also the best ammunition we have in convincing other Jedi to join us. And the last Morgukai will be the least likely Jedi present to break under torture.

>>5511528
I'm pretty sure Farren has no way of knowing that, just that she was in the Temple after the Battle of Coruscant and that no leads point to her definitively. Of the three Councillors unaccounted for, she's the safest to say is dead.

>>5511523
I gotta agree with >>5511532, don’t mention Master Larid, needing instructors, or ANYTHING about being based in the Unknown Regions.

Also, don’t infer that the Morgukai are assassins, especially since he used to be one. He might’ve become a Jedi and left his previous order, but it’s best not to risk his hackles being raised.

>>5511537
>Also, don’t infer that the Morgukai are assassins, especially since he used to be one. He might’ve become a Jedi and left his previous order, but it’s best not to risk his hackles being raised.
He's pretty at peace with who he is, and being equated to an assassin by a Jedi Shadow isn't necessarily an insult. We don't have to mention Larrid or how many Jedi we have, but mentioning that we're not alone is important, because otherwise we have nothing over what Potkin has.

>>5511491
>"Well, like you said, I wasn't invited. Makes you wonder how I even heard about this, right?"
>"Potkin leaked the transmission. You know why? She wants to bring Vader in here so you can try and bum-rush him when he barges into your little conclave."
>"I'll spare you the details, but you can't win. Not against Vader. Not like that."
>"Master Larid has set up a base of operations for us in seclusion. I need your help to wrangle the others and get them there safely before Potkin gets us all killed."

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>>5511535
>three Councillors
I cannot believe you'd forget about fan-favorite Jedi Master Coleman Kcaj.
>she's the safest to say is dead.
I mean, if she's unaccounted for that means she explicitly is not considered dead by the Empire, who has a vested interest in depicting the Order in the past-tense. They made sure to know which Jedi were actually dead, as far as I remember Anakin was the only one they falsified a death report for. A month post-purge is also a reasonable time to assume a wanted poster along the lines of picrel has been circulated, though with Ma'kis still alive.

Not trying to start an argument, just talking through my understanding of things.

>I'm a man with a warning, and an offer. Potkin's trying to punch way above her weight class and you all are an attempt to give her a fighting chance. The Emperor's new enforcer is on his way here, as we speak, and I don't fancy your collective odds against him. But I have a ship, a safe haven, and a need for instructors. You can stay here and be slaughtered or you can come with me and rekinde the fires of our order. Your choice, but I want to extend this offer to all the other Jedi she's kept in the dark as to her true plans.

I just quite like this dialogue option.

>>5511576
Pretty good +1

>>5511491
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+1

>>5511576
pretty much what i wanted

>>5511576
+1

>>5511576
+1
If we can, we should do our best and operate within our small timeframe to snag as many jedi as we can before Vader shows up. Having another Jedi to back us up on our claims would help out a ton in that area.

>>5511491
>I'm a man with a warning, and an offer. Potkin's trying to punch way above her weight class and you all are an attempt to give her a fighting chance. The Emperor's new enforcer is on his way here, as we speak, and I don't fancy your collective odds against him. But I have a ship, a safe haven, and a need for instructors. You can stay here and be slaughtered or you can come with me and rekinde the fires of our order. Your choice, but I want to extend this offer to all the other Jedi she's kept in the dark as to her true plans.

>>5511576
Ngl it's good, but as an addendum, maybe add this mf bringing a whole ass battalion with him? Like, Eight Jedi vs One he might THINK he has a chance but he's bringing the 501st with him as backup. Stress the nature of how fucked this is. Survival is the name of the game and the chances of surviving Kessel here are fucking slim to none, and we can't reform the Jedi order if we're in the ground.

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>>5511569
I think it all depends on the timeline we're working on. If it's legends, she's likely alive with Mariss Brood on Felucia. Otherwise she's probs dead.

>>5511491
Changing to this >>5511576

>>5511576
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It’s admittedly much to offload at once. Multiple times, Ma’kis tries to get a word or rebuttal, but the vehemence of your delivery prevents him from making any edge otherwise. By the time you finish, warning and offer all, the Nikto’s face displays a wide variety of emotions. He’s clearly unsettled by what you’ve had to say, but the fact that Potkin’s invitation was a trap cuts the deepest.

“…you’re telling me the truth,” he eventually says in a rough, gravelly voice. “Or at least, what you strongly believe to be the truth.”

“Show me your invitation,” you offer, reaching for the datapad in your satchel. Powering it on, you pull up the transcript of Potkin’s altered invitation that Trykov had pulled from the GAR transmission – the one that explicitly mentions Obi-wan Kenobi by name. “And I’ll show you mine.”

He doesn’t need to. His eyes barely lay more than a handful of seconds on the transcript before his composure completely breaks. The Nikto buries his face in his hands, and releases a deep, shuddering sigh of aggravation.

“…I wouldn’t honestly be opposed to this kind of thing,” the former Morgukai groans. “At face value, laying a trap for the Sith and ambushing them is very appealing.”

His words reflect Master Larid’s analysis. A Jedi of decisive action, unafraid to speak his mind or voice his thoughts. Little surprise that he’d show little hesitation in taking protractive means to rid the galaxy of the Sith.

You refill his glass. “But the fact that you weren’t in the know…”

“…immediately sours the appeal,” he finishes, accepting the drink without hesitation. The Nikto gulps it all down, almost slamming the glass onto the table when he’s finished. “Force, it's a trap for Jedi as much as the Sith. But had Master Potkin been forthright…I think still might have come.”

“That implies that you’ve had a change of heart.”

Ma’kis scowls. “Vader is still but one. There are to be eight Jedi in attendance. Nine, if you decide to invite yourself. Five of whom are masters of the order. We should let the others know, or at least force Potkin to admit her plans. With your foreknowledge, we still have enough time to set up a trap-”

“He’s not alone,” you counter hotly, and tap the datapad to switch images to the 501st redeployment orders. “An entire legion’s worth of the Empire’s elite Clone Troopers are coming with him in force. It isn’t nine against one when the one has an entire army capable of locking down the entire planet.”

That isn’t even going into Vader’s massacre at the temple. And how many masters he’d cut down with contemptuous ease – Jocasta Nu, Sin Drallig, just to name but a few of the eldest and most skilled Jedi.

But the Nikto’s temper cools at your words. “Damn you, but you have a point. But even just…”

(cont.)

“We’re more valuable to the Order’s survival alive than dead,” you hiss, but not unkindly. “And even if I crashed the Conclave and spilled the beans on Potkin’s scheme, we have a snowball’s chance in hell to no chance at all to survive this. Do you remember what I said?”

A safe haven for the Jedi. A need for instructors to rekindle the fires of the order and foster the next generation.

Ma’kis is silent, and stares long and hard into your eyes. “…I watched my padawan die in my arms,” he eventually says, in a tone as frosty as the mountains of Dweem. “Since the betrayal, I have not had the time to properly mourn, let alone consider the possibility of taking a new apprentice.”

You hold your hands up in a placating gesture. “Peace. I didn’t mean to offend or imply that you’ll be saddled with one immediately.”

Especially since when last you checked, Master Aure has all but refused to entertain replacing Kristen.

“Look,” you say in a calmer, more sedate manner. But it still has all of the tone and timber of a Shadow. “It’s your choice. If you want to die here, then so be it. I just thought it right to make the offer to all the other Jedi that Potkin had deceived.”

He glowers at you darkly. And for the briefest of moments, you swear on the Force that you could see the barest hint of the Morgukai Warrior that he had once been. But the moment passes quickly, and the Nikto exhales roughly.

“…it isn’t much of a choice when it’s life or death,” he grouses, “And the future of the Order’s on the line.”

Both statements that you could emphatically argue against depending on the circumstances. But you aren’t here to engage in any more sophistry than you have to do.

“Will I have your answer, Jedi Knight Ma’kis?” you ask.

He hesitates only for a moment. But the last of any doubt vanishes from his face, and he nods sharply. “Aye, you do. I won’t wish for Potkin to go to hell, but I at least want to have some very strong words with her before we leave.”

"...no promises."

You try not to let your relief show too much on your face, or rejoice any more excitedly than a tight smile. You extend your hand out, and after checking that the music’s still loud, and any neighbors too engrossed in their drinks, whisper: “Farren Gaelle. Jedi Shadow.”

“Ah. That explains as much.” Ma’kis meets your handshake with a firm one of his own. His hand feels as thick as leather, with the callouses of someone well-accustomed to wielding either a staff or a lightsaber. “The pleasure is all mine.”

(cont.)

>>Appealing to his ability to make the correct choice in an otherwise time-sensitive situation, your write-in successfully swayed Jedi Knight Ma’kis from attending the Kessel Conclave without a dice check!
>>The ultimate deciding factor was providing not only another alternative to fighting Vader and why fighting him here would be a bad idea, but unmasking the lie that Potkin had perpetuated.

The two of you toast with your glasses, finishing the last of the pitcher. This time, the Nikto is the one to pick up the tab for the water, laying down a handful of credits for the serving girl waiting the nearby tables. He makes no attempt to mask the grin as you visibly spot your former credit chips among the coinage.

“Now, what’s the plan?” he asks.

>>Which of the other two nearby presences do you wish to encounter?
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>An established master, unaware or unwilling to abate the festering loathing. [Koffi Arana]
>Neither. Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi. [Potkin & co.]

>>Do you wish to send Ma’kis back to the Albatross?
>Yes.
>No.

>>Please structure your votes as the following:
>Nearby presences.
>Ma’kis vote.

[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE (12) HOURS]

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

Probably should talk to the person who’s been on this planet before, particularly if we need to cause a distraction with a prison break, and especially if her friends might also be around waiting for her.

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

>>5512397
>>5512402
Good points +1

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

>>5512397
>>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

How much time do we have left?

>>5512397
>>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

>>5512402
+1

Gonna go with this one. Seems like a mournful type of fellow.

>>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

>>5512427
Vader arrives tomorrow. It’s about the late morning on Kessel after you convince Ma’kis.

>>5512397
Ugh, I really want to go to Potkin because she probably already has Jastus Farr, who's pretty reasonable, and Roblio Darte, who's got a bit of a death wish but isn't the type to let revenge consume him with her. Wezz and Arana are both hotheads, but she's more impulsive and he's more destructive. There's only one real choice here, because I don't think Farren and Ma'kis can convince Potkin or even the other Masters with her on their own.

Wezz also has underworld experience that Farren, as a Shadow, can relate to.
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.
Coming back with three people is less suspicious than three different people making four trips.

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

>>5512397
>>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>>No.
Uhmmmm, let's move. Tell Ma’kis to get his belongings, credits and equipment first.

>>5512460
I wouldn't mind pushing the work even this night and to tomorrow morning. I am completely fine if we don't sleep for today

>>5512397
>>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No.

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No

Let's go boys, one down, seven to go! Much as I'd like to save th established Master, he was a dick in the comics and sounds like a dick NOW so fuck 'em. The gal missing company sounds like she'd be easier to convince anyways.

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No

>>5512397
>A seasoned sojourner in hiding, waiting and missing the company of friends. [Sia-Lan Wezz]
>No

>>5512709
Personally, I think we should at least try to get through to Master Arana, if only because in Legends the Jedi he murders, Bultar Swan, used to be the Padawan to Master Giiett, the guy who voted against Mama Gaelle’s censure. I figure finding more about what happened to mom would be worth having to deal with Koffi’s anger boner.

>>5512841
I see where you're coming from, but at the same time I just can't get behind it. We already know where our birth parents are, what he knows we could probably find out on our own. Dude's a primo war-hawk dick bag, just ain't worth the rank.

>>5513105
We know where Mom was from. Dad’s more of a mystery, considering he might be a pirate. Also, I’m unsure if you think Master Giiett’s still alive, or if you’re confusing Arana with Swan, but regardless, if we’re not bothering with meeting Arana to get him to chill, we should at least try to get Swan, the former Padawan to Giiett, out of Ariana’s spergpath so we can talk to her about Mom’s trial.

>>5513164
Stopping Arana because we know from reading the wiki that he kills Swan is really meta and doesn't really fit without how we're operating here. Micah Giiett also died on Yinchorr so playing the information about mom card when it comes to Swan is even shakier.
Bultar Swan and Tsui Choi are the best Jedi for us to try and save, but they're also not here. They're maybe a day off. Hours ahead of Vader. If Farren even knows that.

>>5513288
Mh, that’s a fair point regarding meta knowledge, although I think not bothering with Arana feels a bit wrong in that case. He’s a self righteous asshat, yeah, but not attempting to warn him because of his views and dickishness doesn’t sit right with me if we’re trying to save as many Jedi as possible from being Vader’d. Regardless, I’ll try to chill out.

Looks like we're gonna be talking to Sia-Lan Wezz.

Had to do some research that had be digging up some really old rulebooks. Half her character lore exists as examples of play.

Anyway, update tonight-ish. Happy New Year, folks.

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>>5514085
Lol seriously? I thought she was just that ded bitch on the cover

>>5514099
She's the iconic Jedi Guardian for the WotC Star Wars RPG. So every example of play and pre-built adventure involves her.

>>5514106
All that just to get Vader'd. Damn, we're doing her a favor.

>>5514126
Originally they killed her off on some no-name backward planet with a throwaway sentence. So getting Vader'd was a step up.
If I remember right though, since she was an iconic, she's kind of poorly built RPG wise.

>>5514146
Her destiny seems to be to die, so I still say we're doing her a favor.

>>5508344
LET'S GO SPACE BABY, A LIFE DAY MIRACLE INDEED!

Juat want to reiterate that Kakarit was fucking insane, amazing levels of tension in those threads.

Shouldn't it be "Being Resources" rather than "Human" though?

Top priority has to be saving Tsoi Choi, that little Dinosaur is like Yoda minus the ketamine addiction/powers.

>>5508402
Space-Based brother, Muun genocide best galactic standard day of my life.

>>5508650
"Typhojem"
Whomst'dve?

Personally I would have went with all three, make ourselves appear as smugglers if we are detected, but attempt to ghost it. Have a contingency plan to start riots if things go awry. Still catching up to the thread.

>>5514248
'Sophont Resources' rolls off the tongue better, in my opinion.

>>5509034
Absolutely badass gif work, how did you make that? (am a tech-boomer)

>>5508582
*Separatist Nasheeds start playing*
Love the meme btw

Finally caught up, doesn't our new brother-in-space-christ have his own transportation methods? The more ships we bring back, the merrier.

Definitely the right choice grabbing him first, solid dueling skills.

If not all of the Jedi are present, we should bypass Potkin's comms & send out a message on all frequencies to turn back & let Obi-Wan face Vader alone, that way Stalhelm McCyberDeathknight will still be focused on Kessel while we hopefully save any stragglers.

Are you serious kaz. Right after Christmas, with all the new year stuff going on. I've got a lot of catching up to do, with some half functional internet to do it

>>5514270
He's a deity worshipped by the ancient Sith who got fleshed out a ton in everyone's favorite piece of Star Wars apochrypha, "Supernatural Encounters: The Trial and Transformation of Arhul Hextrophon," which stated his physical remains became Kessel, Korriban, and a few other planets upon his death.

Honestly I just hope the Myllar Star Alliance pulls some kind of Napoleonism and turns from recently revolted populace to invading Imperial force. They go the ability to turn that little ass nothing fleet to something great, and the currency just needs to be renamed... plus the better THEY do the more space we got to hide out in the Uncharted regions! I hope things go well for them!

>>5514899
Same. But they will need a lot of help and credits, and their military needs to become professional and trained.

The industry is also lacking, but with what being a beacon of freedom, slaves that manage to become free are all arriving here. I can see some ways their current situation can change : instructors and veterans from the clone wars, other separatist ships or fleets in search of a new home, making deals with new corporations and finding some "benefactors" (rich people that don't like the new empire at all) in the core willing to send some credits, equipment or machinery.

Creating new slave revolts in Tof worlds before attacking them, would help the Alliance in their war too.
Jedi s and special squads drops in a world, free slaves, disables some defenses and cuts down some of the leadership and then a full on attack from the Alliance arriving in the system.

Goddamnit, I'm late to the thread after having hounded the Kaztwitter for months. INTERREGNUM'S BACK BABY

(Task Force /tg/ never ever)

Bladebound Retainer is kill

rip

>>5514899
What the navy needs the most is a shipyard and a space station, army far more. Barracks, armories and more.

>>5515234
What the army is perhaps the most in need of would be artillery and mechanized elements, I think. Both for defensive emplacements and for possible future assaults against Tof worlds. With the clones, they've got some excellent trainers, but they are, much like the navy, in desperate need of material and the infrastructure to support them.

Kaz? You okay? Did the mouse finally CAD you for writing better plots then they can? Did they kidnap you to make you write for The Acolyte under threat of death?

Any chance we are getting an update soon?

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>>5516488
Sia-Lan is surprisingly hard to write.

Anywho, update soon. Writing…

>>5516518
Thank the Force, I was imagining a kill team with those Mickey ear beanies trying to blackbag a fa/tg/uy into an unmarked van.

>>5516518
Just write her like every tabletop RPG example of play character. It's easy.

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The trail to Sia-Lan Wezz leads into a shantytown towards the edge of Kessendra, away from the heart of the spaceport. Ramshackle huts and houses dominate the landscape, with an equally ramshackle populace prowling the streets that have long since ceded from steel to sand. There aren’t any beggars per se, as much as a gaggle of disheveled, suspicious persons that walk from one side of the street to another.

Most, if not all, look entirely local. The flow of traffic from the heart of the city into what the locals call Lowtown isn’t quite nonexistent. Workers move to and from the areas, and there are a handful of cargo haulers that bring Force-knows-what from one site to the next. Some carry men and women from their jobs in the mines no differently than a taxi. Others carry goods such as foodstuffs, water filters, and demonstrably, spice siphoned for the black market.

“Coins on the chip that there’s more criminals than miners living here,” Ma’kis mutters.

“Sucker’s bet,” you reply off-handedly, “And that half of these run-down stores are syndicate fronts.”

Between the training of the Jedi Shadows and that of the Morgukai, both Jedi Knights are able to blend well enough among the general flow of traffic. With your lightsabers hidden, and Nomi’s blaster situated firmly on your hip, you both play the parts of whatever the people wish to imagine. Smuggling captains, Black Suns enforcers, freelance skip tracers, Hutt bounty hunters – the roles you play are only limited to the imagination of the locals. It’s all about selling the fact that you belong here, in the seedy, criminal hives of scum and villainy across the galaxy.

But it’s a fine and delicate balancing act. Act the part too much, and people start asking questions. Commit to the role too much, and people remember your face. And that’s a big no-no after all you’ve done to make it onto Kessel without paying your berthing fees.

The Nikto coughs, taking a noisy sip from a fresh canteen. “And you’re certain that she’s here?”

“Positive,” you answer. “There were three I felt here, one of whom was a master. Last I checked, you or Lann aren’t masters.”

He grunts at that. “And our mystery master?”

More likely than not Koffi Arana, if only by checking Potkin’s list of Jedi who were en-route, but hadn’t yet made contact. However, that’s a landmine of a confrontation you aren’t eager to have soon. Even without Master Larid’s notes all but writing him off as an arrogant hothead, his presence in the Force was clouded with dark, brooding thoughts.

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Coughing to get back on topic, you gesture towards a halfway house. Streaks of rust run down its walls, and part of the roof bears the mark of a cave-in. But it’s still open for business, even if the receptionist has his nose buried deep into his datapad. “She’s in there. Top floor.”

And you don’t need the Force to confirm it. All you had to do was listen and pay close enough attention to any gossip about new or strange arrivals, and whether or not they’d booked rooms in halfway houses or iterant flats. A handful of days ago, a human woman matching Lan’s description had paid for a room. Nothing was given beyond a name ‘Lan’, and she only ventured out for meals and water.

Ma’kis stoppers his canteen, glancing up towards the top floor with a pensive look. “I’ll follow your lead, Gaelle.”

You nod. “Keep your eyes peeled. Someone had to have passed Potkin’s message from Kessel to the Empire. Force knows if they’re scurrying around somewhere…”

Sia-Lan Wezz. Jedi Guardian, apprentice of Master Lo-Jad. Accomplished operative for both the Office of the Chancellor and the Jedi High Council. Frequent flier with a group of equally accomplished free agents – Vor’en Kurn, Deel Surool, Arani Korden, the rodian Kelko and the wookiee Rorworr. Tapped to be of interest by Master Astaal Vilbum of the Council of First Knowledge due to discovering a Sith Temple on the Puloorn System.

Of some remarkable note is that Wezz herself had been studying at the Royal House of Learning on Theed when the Trade Federation launched their invasion of Naboo. She’d been involved in the Naboo Underground, the local resistance, and participated in raids to liberate prisoners, and steal weapons for the army. And though she hadn’t participated in the final battle to liberate the planet, she had been part of a strike force that dispatched the Dark Jedi Savor Kibbs, and his Renegade militia of mind-controlled humans and gungans.

And from there, her career had only gone upward and beyond. Multiple cantina brawls, the thwarting of an assassination aimed at a Republic Senator…even an escape from the spice mines of Kessel! By all accounts, Wezz is an accomplished Jedi, but has done well for herself in keeping a relatively level head.

It is your sincere hope that said level head has remained cool and composed in the wake of Order 66.

“Howdy,” you drawl at the receptionist, slipping back into your disguise. “You got any vacancies for the night?”

The receptionist sets down his dataslate, blinking as if surprised that he’s gotten guests. “Erm…yeah?”
You produce a handful of credit chips. “Room for two. Top floor, if it be pleasin’ you.”

The credits barely have time to settle onto the counter before they’re swept away behind the desk. He nearly fumbles to produce the key cards, sliding them to both you and Ma’kis.

The Nikto takes his card with a raised eyebrow. “That easy?”

You shrug. “Sometimes.”

(cont.)

At a glance, the room is clean. The bedsheets on the solitary bed look recently washed, and the faded couch looks safe enough to sit on. But before either of you think of resting, the first thing you do is check for bugs – both organic and digital. A turnover of the room reveals none of the latter, but a distressingly high number of the former.

“…dibs on the couch,” you murmur, deeply upset at what scurried out from under the bed. “And I’m sleeping with my boots on.”

Ma’kis laughs. “I suppose we got what we paid for.”

It’s hard not to grumble. But whether or not you’re actually sleeping here remains to be seen.

The former Morgukai immediately sobers as you glance towards the door. “Wezz is in the room at the far end of the hallway. Fingers crossed we don’t make a scene.”

“We certainly won’t,” he retorts, but the thin line of his mouth betrays an apprehensive tension.

And that’s what I’m afraid of, you think grimly, walking towards the door. Mentally, you go over the myriad speeches you’ve prepared, reviewing arguments and postulations as to why Master Potkin is a no-good, very bad, back-stabbing schemer…

Psssssht…

The door opens, and you barely register the brown-red hair and the fierce look on Jedi Knight Sia-Lan Wezz’s face as the sensation of cold, unyielding metal suddenly presses at the soft flesh under your chin.

…hothead it is, then,, you groan mentally as you raise your hands in surrender.

Ma’kis is up in an instant. From his robes, his lightsaber appears in his hands. The Nikto stops just short of activating it, even as his other hand thrusts forward in anticipation of using the Force.

“Drop it and let him go!” he growls.

But Sia-Lan doesn’t. She forces you back into the room, her finger hovering over the activation button of her lightsaber. All the while keeping you between her and the Nikto as a (literal) human shield.

“Who are you?!” she demands, her eyes burning with suspicion. “How did you find me?”

>>How will you respond?
>Write-in. (Custom option.)

[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE (12) HOURS]

Apologies for the delay, and Happy New Year.

>>5516847
>”I’m an uninvited guest, as you’d expect, but you’d have met Ma’kis later at your conference. I’m hear to tell you that I’m not the only walk-in that found a different invitation than the one you got. Potkin invited Vader using you and everyone else as both bait and conspirators, and the 501st are his second guest.”
>”I’m here to tell you that your being used as bait, and that we’ve got until tomorrow to leave before the shoe drops. Where we’re going has others of our order, room for them and any allies we have, and people who both believe in who the Jedi really are, and need the help we can offer, while Potkin has a barely half baked plan to kill Vader. Knowing the Rule of Two, that still gives his friend a chance to find someone new to take his place.”
>”Keep in mind, though, that these Sith love being thorough in killing Jedi. And while you’ve come alone, I can’t guarantee that they won’t somehow capture you to get at your friends who may have survived.”

>>5516847
>The force? You don't seem to have taken any Shadow training, so finding you isn't hard.
Need first impressions, starting with the leaked intel will make it look like we're hunting her.

>Now let's talk about the guest Potkin didn't tell you about, Vader.

>>5516870
Oh, almost forgot. When she lets us go, ask her if any of her friends are around Kessel waiting for her signal, and they’re invited too, if she wants to bring them along for our trip back. Could I ask for someone else to come up with in character dialogue for this, I’m dead tired and used up all of my remaining brain cells on my last post. G’night.

>>5516847
Give her a cheeky "i can't tell you with that blade to my throat, so unless you can read my mind(wink wink), so please remove it" allow her to read some surface thoughts, basically
>>5516870
the general idea of this post, but i think any mentions of sith Jedi, and names should be redacted, if she isn't getting it telepathically, considering anybody on the floor/hall could overhear. And I'd still prefer this exchange be in her room or somewhere else more private.

>>5516870
Support, we need to keep going

Would something like this work?
> >”"i can't tell you with that blade to my throat, so unless you can read my mind(wink wink), so please remove it.” “I’m an uninvited guest, as you’d expect, but you’d have met my friend later at your conference. I’m hear to tell you that I’m not the only walk-in that found a different invitation than the one you got.The organizer invited another guest, someone whose temple you found, using you and everyone else as bait, and the and he is bringing an army as his second guest.” “I got other friends that survived these months in a safe place for you and your friends and help rebuilding the school.” “Let’s, get somewhere more private to talk about the details.”

>>5516847
>”I’m an uninvited guest, as you’d expect, but you’d have met Ma’kis later at your conference. I’m hear to tell you that I’m not the only walk-in that found a different invitation than the one you got. Potkin invited Vader using you and everyone else as both bait and conspirators, and the 501st are his second guest.”
>”I’m here to tell you that your being used as bait, and that we’ve got until tomorrow to leave before the shoe drops. Where we’re going has others of our order, room for them and any allies we have, and people who both believe in who the Jedi really are, and need the help we can offer, while Potkin has a barely half baked plan to kill Vader. Knowing the Rule of Two, that still gives his friend a chance to find someone new to take his place.”
>”Keep in mind, though, that these Sith love being thorough in killing Jedi. And while you’ve come alone, I can’t guarantee that they won’t somehow capture you to get at your friends who may have survived.”

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>>5516847
>I understand that the state of the galaxy makes you wary, but this is not how you treat people looking for a friend. Reach out to the force, it will show you that I intend no harm.
>The rest I will tell you after you are calm.

tell her everything we know of the situation on this planet.

>>5516870
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How did you find her? A relatively simple enough question to answer. “The Force.”

It’s surprisingly easy to swallow, even with the emitter of a lightsaber pressed against the soft flesh beneath your jaw. Sighing, you demure: “…I can’t answer with that to my throat, so unless you can read my mind…”

Ma’kis doesn’t look too surprised at your glibness. But the fuse of Sia-Lan’s already fraying patience seems to grow shorter, and her scowl more severe. “You seem to be able to talk just fine, stranger.”

Easy for her to say. One wrong move, and you’ve suddenly got a brand-new air hole for your brain. But the song-and-dance is starting to get old. “If we’re gonna do this, at least close the door behind you. Please?”

At this point in the day, there aren’t too many guests still in the hotel, but you’d really like the ensuing conversation to take place behind closed doors. In that event, your voices would be at least muffled enough to obfuscate any pertinent details – like the fact that all three of you are Jedi.

But Sia-Lan acquiesces, albeit with a growl as she reaches for the door switch. “No sudden movements.”

Like I was going to anyway…

In the end, cool(er) heads prevail. One closed door later leads to a terse confrontation between a trio of Jedi. Sia-Lan’s since taken her lightsaber away from your jaw, but keeps the emitter aimed directly at your throat…

>>For voting for Ma’kis to not be sent to the Albatross…

…then blinks, surprised as if only realizing who the Nikto in the room is.

“…Ma’kis?” she says, surprised. “Knight Ma’kis?”

The former Morgukai grunts. “Aye, it’s me. Took you long enough.”

Sia-Lan lowers her lightsaber completely, not quite flustered. “Force, I didn’t recognize you. Blue doesn’t suit you.”

Ma’kis sighs, tucking his own ‘saber back into his robes. “As I’ve been told. But I think that our traditional tans and browns would attract too much attention.”

And yet here she was, covered head-to-toe in an off-pink uniform, with only silver boots and a tan breastplate. She could only have stuck out like a sore thumb among the more drab and subdued hues of the locals. Alas, neither of you are here to discuss fashion or the practicality of one’s wardrobe in blending in. Force knows that Master Larid could have gone on for hours.

Sia-Lan’s attention returns to you. There’s still open suspicion, but far less hostility than her entrance had. “Ma’kis, I recognize from Master Potkin’s communiques and invitation. Not you, stranger.”

“He’s a Jedi,” the Nikto interjects, leaping to your defense, “Here with a warning about tomorrow’s meeting.”

Said Jedi can speak for himself, thank you very much.

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Rubbing at the sore flesh of your throat, you cough out: “Gotta say, I get being jumpy and paranoid, but that isn’t how you treat people looking for friends.”

Sia-Lan scowls. “I didn’t get this far or survive Order 66 by being gullible.”

…you decide to ignore the otherwise scathing rebuke that hovers on the tip of your tongue. Instead, you opt for a wary sigh. “Point taken. But if you still have doubts…reach out with the Force. I have no intention of harming you.”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” opines Ma’kis.

The guardian’s lips curl into a thin, flat line. “…then say your piece, Knight…?”

“Gaelle,” you answer, gesturing for everyone to take a seat. Once you settle in, you continue: “Farren Gaelle, Jedi Shadow and uninvited guest. But I’m here to tell you that I’m not the only walk-in to Potkin’s powwow with a different invitation than the one you got…”

The good news is that it doesn’t take too long for her to believe you. With the Nikto adding his own observation and notes to the debriefing, she believes it faster than he did. Even if she had to probe your mind with the Force, but nothing more than sensing for any falsehoods or obfuscations.

The bad news is Sia-Lan takes it worse than Ma’kis did. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth falls open in horror as you sketch out Potkin’s plot and the depths of her deception. Luring in other Jedi with the promise of a conclave to discuss the plans going forward. Deliberately leaking an invitation that said that Master Kenobi would be among them, drawing not only the eye of the Emperor, but his new enforcer Darth Vader. Tomorrow, the Dark Lord would make planetfall, with the entirety of the 501st Legion as his own plus one to the conclave.

“No,” she whispers, face pale and drawn. “…she lied to us?”

“Technically not,” grouses Ma’kis. “She did invite us to discuss the future of the Jedi…although said immediate future involved fighting a Sith Lord.”

“She was using you all as bait,” you elaborate with a grimace. “A conclave of high-ranking Jedi who’d survived Order 66, so long as she got a shot at luring Vader out into a confrontation.”

Sia-Lan looks ill, but a spur of dejection voices itself. “But if it was just Vader…”

“…it could go either way,” you say truthfully, “But you’d take heavily losses – he killed Masters Nu and Drallig when the temple fell, all without the aid of the 501st…who, even as we speak, are hot on Vader’s heels and en-route to Kessel.”

Ma’kis nods. “But beyond what Gaelle is offering, the fact remains that Master Potkin deliberately engineered a confrontation with the Sith without our knowledge or consent. I will have no part of any scheme this recklessly callous with the lives of our brother and sister Jedi.”

The guardian hesitates, and you can see the gears visibly turning in her head. “I don’t understand.”

(cont.)

The simplest answer to that is revenge. Or, in a more generous light, the worst kind of pragmatic scheme to undercut the Sith just as things are starting to settle. Losing Vader would be a tremendous blow to Palpatine’s powerbase, there isn’t any arguing that…but not an irrecoverable setback.

To your surprise, Sia-Lan asks: “Why Kenobi? All Jedi are being persecuted across the Empire, but what makes Kenobi such an irresistible target for Vader’s wrath?”

>>Please choose one of the following:
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]

Regardless, there’s still at least one more Jedi in the spaceport…and whatever Jedi that have already flocked to Potkin’s rendezvous in the mines.

“We have to warn them,” urges Sia-Lan with a desperate look in her eyes. “The others that Potkin already has with her.”

“The longer we stay, the more we risk drawing the Empire’s attention to us,” Ma’kis warns.

“I cannot in good conscious leave our brothers and sisters to face Vader and the Empire on their own!”

“A Jedi’s life is sacrifice…and sometimes, we must sacrifice peaceful sleep for the good of the galaxy.”

“What about the last Jedi here in the starport?” you ask, butting in before she can deliver a scathing rebuke.

But Sia-Lan shakes her head. “Before you came, Master Arana told me that he was already going to the mines! I didn’t have time to respond before I noticed you coming into the hotel…”

“If he doesn’t know we’re here, we can be written off as not showing,” interjects Ma’kis. “But even without Vader, there is still Master Potkin we have to deal with.”

“Leave her,” spits the guardian with a venomous candor. “She can fight Vader by herself, but the rest of them need to know. Masters Arana, Farr and Darté would never have consented to this! As would Swan, if she was here!”

“Given how far she’s willing to go, I fear for Gaelle’s safety if he tries to convince those with her to abandon her to her folly.”

>>How do you wish to proceed from here?
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
>Return straight to the Albatross and depart Kessel with who you have.
>Custom option. [Write-in]

>>Please structure your votes as the following.
>Vader vote.
>Jedi vote.

[VOTE OPEN FOR EIGHT (8) HOURS]

>>5519667
>>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]

>Return straight to the Albatross and depart Kessel with who you have.

Yea we've got less than 24 hours to fuck off before Vader arrives. If there's already Jedi heading into the mines to convene that's our cue to get out while the getting's good.

>>5519667
I'm happy someone finally asked!

>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
WE CAN STILL SAVE MORE IF WE RUN GO GO GO GO! SAVE THE SMALL DUDE, CHOI, AND THE BIG BLUE ONE, AT LEAST ONE MASTER!

>>5519667
A little question .... would Sia-Lan or Ma’kis have the comms contact of one of the jedi there in the mine ? Perhaps we could ask them to come to us, or meet halfway instead than the mine.

>>5519672
In theory, they all would have Potkin's comm frequency. She was the one running invitations, communiques and otherwise coordinating the meetup between seven other Jedi.

Ma'kis only just arrived to Kessel, so he would only have Potkin's.

Sia-Lan has Arana's comm frequency because they arrived relatively at the same time. They exchanged frequencies, but otherwise agreed to stay in separate lodgings until the date of the conclave, and limit communication so not to draw any undue attention or Imperial wire-taps/interceptions.

If this was the tabletop, I'd be having Sia-Lan's character make a Vigilance check at high difficulty to see if she bothered or considered getting any other Jedi's contact frequencies.

>>5519667
How many hours do we have according to our timeframe? I’m assuming that we’ll have less time on our clock based on Vader making his fleet go faster out of sheer tard fury, so if we have at least over twelve hours left, I’m willing to try convincing them.

Also, how long did trying to find Ma’kis and Wezz take?

>>5519682
Thank you for the answer, i will suggest something very risky. Stupid even. I don't think it will be voted, maybe someone else will think of something better though.

>>5519667
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>Custom option. [Write-in]
>Ask Sia-Lan, to give us her comms unit. Then send a message in code to Master Arana, disguised has a threat from gangers with the position of the Albatross. At the same time us our comms unit for send a message to Master Potkin, send her a threat and a meeting place in another mine. Make it more imperial. We will just go to the Albatross. the jedi in the mine will split from Potkin because of the obvious priorities they both have. One imperials, the other fellow jedi safety.

This is for cut on travel time between our position and the Albatross one really. Even if we were going at full speed, both for arrive at the mine and then get out of it, the crazy master would probably attempt to talk-no-jutsu us for a few hours and that's more than enough aid for Vader and the 501 st legion to deploy on Kessel and start hunting.

>>5519693
Kessel operates on a 26-hour day, but for the sake of simplicity, we'll subtract it down to a 24-hour day.

The Albatross arrived in-system in the dead of night, and used the gravity slingshot to get on-planet at around sunrise. After landing, it took about 20 minutes to get into Kessendra via speeder bike, then an hour or two to get the Farsight power to proc due to inexperience and having just learned it from Aqinos.

It took around an hour to encounter Ma'kis. Then a little under two hours to get from the central spaceport to where Sia-Lan was staying in Lowtown and convince her to join you.

All in all, it'd be just before 12 noon, local time. Vader's eta since the transmission is less than a day (26-hours), but you've definitely got more than twelve hours before he makes planetfall.

>>5519667
>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
They deserve to know, and we have to at least try to convince them to leave with their lives.

>>5519667
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
We don't wanna drop another bombshell on their heads right now, telling them about Anakin would probably stress them even more, which is not what we need.
Even though we don't have a jedi master with us, I think between all 3 of us we can at least convince a few jedi to rub their brain cells together long enough to realize this ambush sucks.

>>5519667
>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.

I feel like us not telling the truth here would be used against us by Potkin.

>>5519757
On the off-chance she uses it to distract from our talking points or even tries to point towards our good relations with Anakin, I agree. I don't think she's that smart though, but that's neither here nor there.

So we're getting Lan a change of clothes in the meantime, right?

>>5519667
>>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.

>>5519667
>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]
>Return straight to the Albatross and depart Kessel with who you have.

Truth and practicality

>>5519667
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
Maybe throw in the line that Obi-Wan returned to Coruscant? We should know that if we know Vader is Anakin because of Knightfall.

>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.

Bultar Swan and Onions Choi are still fucked lol.

>>5519757
>I feel like us not telling the truth here would be used against us by Potkin.
How would she know that Vader is Anakin? I think the conclusion most people came to was that he was Grievous 2.

>>5519835
>Onions Choi
Is "Tsui" really censored? Why?
>How would she know that Vader is Anakin? I think the conclusion most people came to was that he was Grievous 2.
You're right, she doesn't. In Purge she says "I do not know the reason for Vader's hatred of Master Kenobi. I only know it draws him here alone." Then he shows up and hands the conclave their collective ass.

>>5519667
>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi

>>5519667
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.

>>5519667
>”I’m only telling you this because I’d rather you two hear it from me up front, and not from Potkin, in case she knows and she’s using it as a way to get the others on board.”
>[Truth]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
>”I’m putting us down for two hours. Whoever decides to come, comes. After that, we’re risking our brothers, sisters, friends and allies the longer we stay.”

>>5519667
>>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
Didn't Larid tell us not to tell anyone that Vader is Anakin?

>>5519667
>>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.
>>5519916
Yeah I remember that to, isn’t it supposed to be just Farren and the Triumvirate that are allowed to know that information right now?

>>5519667
>“That’s because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, Kenobi’s former apprentice.” [Truth]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.

>>5519714
Then we need to be away far before planefall. If imperials enter the system and we still aren't out we risk to be sense, with multiple jedi with us. And travelling to that mine and then back sound like several hours. Probably 8 hours going and returning in total. Then its just a question of how long we stay debating (avoid debate, just tell our truth and point Potkin plan has suicidal with 501 st and Vader skills, nevermind numbers. Most jedi with sentience should agree with us.), and how long it takes for the Albatross to get away from Kessel (I imagine 10 minutes, start ship&engine, get in space and away from gravity, and then activate the hyperjump once we have a destination).
We should probably loot a speeder unless we all use force speed. I imagine Vader might sense Gaelle passed here, even when we leave.

>>5519667
>>5519757
Switching to
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>Go straight to the abandoned mine to confront the gathered Jedi.

We can spill the beans later, no need to drop anything so distracting like that and apparently Potkin only knows that Vader is after Kenobi and nothing else.

>>5519667
>"He could be Grievous fused with a Sith for all we know, but we don't exactly have time to pull up evidence either way."

>Return straight to the Albatross and depart Kessel with who you have.
I'm open to some variant of the comms write-ins, but I'm skeptical of contacting Potkin on open lines

>>5520083
>>"He could be Grievous fused with a Sith for all we know, but we don't exactly have time to pull up evidence either way."
Somehow... Grievous returned.

>>5519667
>“It doesn’t matter why he’s hunting him, what matters is us getting away.” [Distraction]
>Return straight to the Albatross and depart Kessel with who you have.

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>>5520429
Maybe our padawan’s dream is prophetic if something older coming back to haunt the present?