A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…STAR WARSINTERREGNUMEPISODE IIITHE SEARCH FOR SANCTUARY>>RECAP of the last thread:Jedi Knight FARREN GAELLE departed from DWEEM, making all haste towards the planet KESSEL. There, he hoped to intercept the assembled congregation of Jedi meeting in the planet’s spice mines. Unbeknownst to the assembled, all have walked into a trap set by JEDI MASTER SHADDAY POTKIN to lure DARTH VADER for a confrontation.Arriving at Kessel, Farren sought out Jedi Knights MA’KIS’SHAALAS and SIA-LAN WEZZ. Both were ultimately persuaded of his sincerity, and came to Farren’s side. Now three, they set off to the mines to meet the rest of the conclave, and confronted Master Potkin and exposed her duplicity. Farren’s words swayed the conclave to abandon her folly, but was suddenly attacked by an enraged Potkin. Through unorthodox tactics and cunning application of Shadow teachings, Farren emerged the victor, severing Potkin’s connection to the Force and sparing her where he might have been justified to end her. With this victory, he On the planet RION, the crew of the Albatross and the rescued Jedi were set to rendezvous with Jedi Master TSUI CHOI and Knight BULTAR SWAN. There, Farren and his apprentice CEYLA had an unexpected encounter with the Mandalorian NOMIANA WHRUL. An invitation was extended, but ultimately declined in favor of leaving Rion as soon as Choi and Swan were safely in the custody of the Albatross.Now, the Albatross makes all due haste back towards the Unknown Regions, towards the planet AMAGI where the JEDI TRIUMVIRATE await their arrival…======Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5508329/Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Star%20Wars%20InterregnumPastebin (WIP): https://pastebin.com/u/TaskForceKazTwitter: https://twitter.com/TaskForceKaz======
>>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.>Charm 1 (Pr) – a social skill used to say the right words and things to bring someone to your side.>Cool 1 (Pr) – ability to remain calm under danger. Resists Charm/Negotiation.>Coordination 2 (Ag) – measure of a character’s nimbleness and flexibility.>Deception 2 (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 3 (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.>Skullduggery 1 (Cun) – proficiency in slight-of-hand techniques such as lockpicking or escaping.>Sith 1 (Int) – knowledge regarding the Sith and the Dark Side of the Force.>Stealth 2 (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.=====
=====>>LIGHTSABER/FORCE TALENTS:>>Lightsaber Rating: 4>Weapons – “Makashi/Duelist’s” lightsaber; “Niman/Dual-wielding” lightsaber.>>Lightsaber Forms Known:>Form II/Makashi [Presence]>Form VI/Niman [Willpower]>>Force Rating: 3 [3d12+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.=====
=====[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.=====
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 taken from the caves of Illum when you were a youngling.>Nomiana's Note - a note from Nomiana Whrul with her HoloNet address, planetary coordinates, and a lipstick kiss.>Terrible Glare Protosaber – a protosaber belonging to an acolyte of the Terrible Glare. Contains a red, synthetic 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.
========THE ALBATROSS>>Class: Lonrar E-9 Explorer>Silhouette – >Speed – >Handling – [-1]>Hull: [25/25]>System: [14/14]>Shield (Fore) – > Shield (Port) – N/A>Shield (Starboard) – N/A>Shield (Aft) – >Armor – >>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.========
=========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.>S-19 – 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.(cont.)
>>The Kessel Conclave:>Koffi Arana - human Jedi Master and General of the Grand Army of the Republic. Initially a wary supporter of Potkin, he tacitly approved of Farren's brutal takedown.>Tsui Choi - Aleena Jedi Master and General of the Grand Army of the Republic. Survived Order 66 to meet with Bultar Swan, then Farren on Rion.>Robilo Darte - human Jedi Master and General of the Grand Army of the Republic. Quickly abandoned Potkin's plan after exposing its glaring flaws and reckless deception.>Jastus Farr - ??? Jedi Brute and General of the Grand army of the Republic. Wary of Farren's takedown of Potkin, opining that he had 'gone too far' in dispatching her.>Ma'kis'shaalas - Nikto Jedi Knight and former Morgukai warrior. A being of action who was first to be persuaded by Farren of Potkin's folly.>Shadday Potkin - human Jedi Master and General of the Grand Army of the Republic. Mastermind of the Kessel Conclave that would have lured eight Jedi into an ambush against Vader. Dueled and lost to Farren, currently subdued and sedated aboard the Albatross.>Bultar Swann - human Jedi Knight and veteran of the Clone Wars. Survived Order 66, she met up with Tsui Choi to invite him to the Conclave, then rendezvoused with Farren on Rion.>Sia-Lan Wezz - human Jedi Knight and veteran of the Clone Wars. A seasoned adventurer who was second to be persuaded by Farren to abandon Potkin's folly.======
>>In-transit thru Hyperspace>>Albatross, 19 BBYCOLLAPSE IN SPICE MINEKessel, Kessel Sector – at least one hundred people were reportedly killed in an explosion at a KesCorp-owned spice mine, with several hundred more left trapped in the rubble.The cause of the explosion is currently unknown, but the possibility of Separatist sabotage and Jedi terrorism cannot be ruled out at this time. An interdepartmental committee between KesCorp and the Imperial Senate has been set up to investigate the cause of the blast.Fortuitously, Imperial Forces were in the sector to reinforce the push on Formos to retake the planet from Separatist forces. Clone Troopers of the vaunted 501st Legion have committed troopers, demolition experts and medics to recover any survivors…“…if they’re digging out miners, then I’m a Hutt’s uncle,” whistles Suzel. With the Albatross in hyperspace, he’s mostly free to lounge about the cockpit. “Coins on the credit that it’s the 501st digging out themselves after they ran into your little surprise, boss.”No doubt about that. Between the earlier report back on Rion of ‘tectonic disturbances’, you can smell the cover-up from a mile away. By all accounts, it’s the sort of story with a gripping headline but an ultimately boring and forgettable body. Fearmongering and laying the blame on Jedi and Separatists, the hum-drum of committee forming, propaganda to highlight the Clones engaging in “humanitarian” work……but the lack of any mention of Vader is a concern. The best possible outcome would have been for the Sith Apprentice to have been crushed under the rubble. Alas, if you were only that lucky. Loathe as you are to admit it, Skywalker’s gotten out of worse messes than a little cave-in.Ceyla hums in contemplation, then opines from the co-pilot’s seat, “How much explosives did you end up using anyway, master?”You shrug, all the while balancing a holocron on the tip of your fingers. “Yes.”She frowns. “That isn’t a quantitative answer.”More than enough to bring down a neighborhood, less than whatever Master Larid used to collapse the mountain on the temple of the Storyteller.“…the minimum amount that would guarantee a cave-in,” you reply. “Strategically placed at support beams and pillars.”Ceyla frowns but decides not to press the issue. “So, when do I learn how to use explosives?”“Hopefully not while we’re aboard the ship,” mutters Suzel.>>Based on the last votes of the prior thread:>Farren will focus on his Holocrons and debriefing the Kessel Conclave.>Ceyla will focus on learning practical skills and mastery of Force abilities.>>Which of Farren’s Jedi Holocrons do you wish to consult with?>Holocron of the Betrayer (Kreia).>Holocron of the Redeemed (Meku Sakaroto).>Holocron of the Seeker (Zayne Carrick).[VOTE OPEN FOR TEN HOURS]
>>5655135ITS BACK!! Unfortunately you caught me at my bedtime Kaz
>>5655115Welcome back, Kaz! Good to see you again!>>5655135>Holocron of the Betrayer (Kreia).I'm not going to deny Granny her chance to shine
>Holocron of the Betrayer (Kreia).
Happy May the 4th!I know I promised a thread after Katsucon, but IRL slammed into me. Apologies for that.Gonna run as much as I can before I head to vacation next month.Your boy also fell into Genshin Impact hell, which didn't help either, lmao.Shenhe is my wife.Razor is my son.
>>5655135>Holocron of the Seeker (Zayne Carrick).
Also, I just noticed, but there's a cut off sentence in the starting blurb...>>5655115>With this victory, he
>>5655135>Holocron of the Seeker (Zayne Carrick).Kreia is 100% the worst choice to consult with a bunch of Jedi Masters aboard after having used Sever Force on one of them. Zayne is also, you know, the Seeker.
>>5655135>Holocron of the Redeemed (Meku Sakaroto).
>>5655135>>Holocron of the Betrayer (Kreia).And we're back!
>>5655115AAAAAAAH ITS BACK, SCORE>>5655135>Holocron of the Redeemed (Meku Sakaroto).Fuck kreia, Murder's where it's at, also Date Night with Arotta when? I'm certainly interested in going hunting or something with the Torgruta GF >pic related, what Arotta's next sidequest is about Oh, and Kaz have you seen any of Visions yet? I really like the Sith Latina and Shrieker's Cave in the new season
>>5655135>>Holocron of the Redeemed (Meku Sakaroto).welcome backtime to get back homee nowwww
>>5655135>Holocron of the Seeker (Zayne Carrick).Zayne was a cool dude (aka a fuck up) from what I remember from the KOTOR comics, so why not.
>>5655135>Holocron of the Betrayer (Kreia)!!!
>Holocron of the Seeker (Zayne Carrick).
Rolled 1 (1d2)Motherfucker, it's a tie even with the cut off.Tossing a coin to tiebreak.>1 - Kreia>2 - Zayne.>>5655154>With this victory, he convinced the rest of the Conclave of Potkin's folly, and successfully evacuated them from Kessel before Vader's arrival.
>>5655115OOOOOOOOOO WE'RE BACK BABY! HAPPY MAY THE FORTH/CINCO DE MAYO KAZ, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD.Seriously though, please run this as hard and as often as possible till the 31st. I NEEDED this BAD. Shit I'll PAY for more runs once your vacay's over.
>>5655141>>5655143>>5655206>>5655508“Personal space” is a relative term with the Albatross well over its passenger capacity. That isn’t to say that people are bumping elbows at the sink as much as the fact that someone’s almost always turning a corner. Cooped up for the long haul back to Amagi, and with only so much to entertain or stave off cabin fever, more than one member of the Conclave could be found doing laps around the rear half of the ship.That being said, the walls and bulkheads are more than thick enough to keep away prying ears or any unwanted eavesdroppers. And that while accommodations for the Conclave have spilled into the cargo hold, you haven’t been forced to share your cabin…yet.Fingers crossed that it’ll be a long time coming before you have to replace the Albatross, but having more cabins for the next ship wouldn’t be such a bad idea.But alas. You have other, more pressing concerns to go over.From your desk, the hologram of Kreia regards you with a cool, analytical gaze. “I see that you aren’t drunk this time. Perhaps you’ve realized the futility of seeking solace in spirits.”“That was only one time,” you counter, crossing your arms imperiously. “And it just so happened that meeting you coincided with my elevation to Jedi Knight.”The elderly master remains unamused. “How curious. I would think that the Shadows would have more solemnity in their rituals.”…the worst part about talking with Kreia is that you genuinely can’t tell if she’s insulting you or not.The hologram makes the effort of huffing, and slipping her arms into the voluminous sleeves of her robes. “But I can see that you have come to me for guidance. Far be it for me to turn away a willing student with the courtesy to inquire with a sober mind.”…okay, now you know that she’s screwing with you.It might have been a trick of the light, but you could have sworn that the corner of her mouth twitched in a facsimile of amusement. “Tell me what has happened since we last spoke. I am curious to see how you have grown since our last meeting, and I sense that much has happened.”Banter over. Now to Jedi business.You nod, pouring yourself a glass of water. “So I got knighted…"For the beginning of the recounting, Kreia holds her silence. She offers no commentary beyond questions of clarification, visibly digesting your story. That quickly changes after reaching the part in the story where Trykov sounded the alarm on the Kessel Conclave. The already-thin line of her mouth seems to grow even sharper, more severe as you recount the journey to Kessel.By the time you finish, you aren’t quite sure who the old master is more furious with:Shadday Potkin, who had attacked you in a fit of pique unbecoming of a Jedi master.Or Farren Gaelle, who had spared her in spite of it.(cont.)
“…you think that I should have killed Master Potkin,” you say flatly.After a very long and profound silence, she intones: “Are you seeking guidance, or are you hoping to confirm what you already believe?”Your face screws up into a scowl. “The former. I made my choice, and I’m not second-guessing it. Killing her would’ve been unnecessarily cruel.”“Cruel?” Her tone adopts an incredulous lilt. “You humiliated her in front of the other Jedi Masters, even before your little duel. By your own account, you tore Potkin’s strategy apart without the delicacy or politeness afforded to another Jedi. Tell me that you delivered the news of her duplicity without feeling sort of smugness or righteous indignation.”…you hadn’t been smug. There hadn’t been any room in your heart for that.Anger is not the Jedi Way. But you had been…incensed about the fact that her plan involved lying to seven other Jedi. Drawing them without their knowledge or consent into a duel against one of the two Sith that all but destroyed the Jedi Order. The sheer recklessness of her folly would have made any sane and rational man appalled and compelled to act against it.In the silence, Kriea continues: “But her reaction is entirely her own, even if your words had provoked her to such an effect. That she lashed out like an unruly child throwing a tantrum at not getting her way speaks ill of the age’s Jedi…or what so little remain.”And there it is. The parts of Kreia’s ‘teachings’ that always manage to catch you flat-footed. Telling Master Larid that the holocron was critical of Jedi teachings was an understatement at the best. There are serious moments in your little talks that her critique of the Jedi goes beyond philosophical disagreements with the order’s teachings…although perhaps not so Sith-like.You sigh. “Can’t we go one conversation without you complaining about how your Jedi were better than ours?”“I never made such a comparison,” she refutes. “I am merely observing how very little has changed since the time of my creator.”Now that gives you pause. “…in what way, exactly?”Kreia’s image shifts. “Were I to detail the faults and failures of the Jedi of my time, we would be here for several days. I will not stray too far and reminisce about an age so long ago, but know this, Farren Gaelle. Master Shadday Potkin may very well be the latest, but she was not the first Jedi to be blinded by her own arrogance and ambitions – the Jedi Covenant, Masters Vrook, Kavar, and Zez-Kai Ell to only name a few, have found in her a worthy successor of their collective self-righteousness.”The last three masters, you know very little about, if nothing at all. Their names are familiar, but not enough for you to know them immediately. But it’s still unfair to compare Potkin to Lucien Draay and his clique of paranoid, padawan-murdering masters……erk....okay, maybe she has a point.(cont.)
>>5655890>Master Shadday Potkin may very well be the latest, but she was not the first Jedi to be blinded by her own arrogance and ambitions – the Jedi Covenant, Masters Vrook, Kavar, and Zez-Kai Ell to only name a few, have found in her a worthy successor of their collective self-righteousnessJust like Kreia to leave out the context that none of those Masters had actual guidance thanks to Exar Kun's drive-by policy on the senior Masters of the Order. Though whoever elevated Potkin to Master and not Anakin deserves shade too it was probably Mace Windu, let's be real.
>>5655900Let's be real while Anakin had the power to be a Master in spades, he didn't really have the wisdom. He was till very much a hot head. Couple that with how Palpatine doted on him openly, and was using his powers to already pressure the Jedi into doing things they'd rather not do, the other master had a rather justifiable fear that he'd use Anakin as his spokesperson to the council. The fact he got on the council at all speaks to the immense amounts of sway he had there and the Master were rightfully leery of him gaining anymore.
>>5655916I was mostly pointing out how Jedi like Potkin and Kota got to be Masters while Anakin didn't, not that he deserved to be one. They only really put him on the Council to keep a closer eye on him anyway, Rancissis' spot should have gone to Luminara or back to Even Piell under ideal circumstances. Or back to Eeth Koth if you're a Canonfag I guess.
>>5655921Man, if only someone could have got it through Anakin's dense skull that becoming a Master on a council of self righteous fart-sniffers isn't that important as compared to fatherhood and openly banging his wealthy, hot senator wife. It's not like they'd require him to not use his force powers, and if they'd want his lightsaber, he could just ask us for help on making normal weapons force empowered....I wonder if he ever used those powers in the bedroom...
I have only missed one vote!Was kinda more interested in Zayne, the case would be pretty cut and dry for Kreia. I would, however, like to see her chat with Larid.
>>5655890>Kriea thinks we should have offed PotkinI mean, on the one hand, I get it, Shaday "no need for planning" Potkin was a buffoon who didn't even bother bringing extra knives to the assassination plot, but on the other, she's not TOTALLY beyond redemption. A reckless moron, yes, but reckless morons can be curbed and taught. She just needs to understand there's a proper way to mourn that DOESN'T involve suicide-by-fallen-jedi, and that discretion is the better part of valor. Better the Empire THINK we're dead than being actually dead. Besides, with Vader, the Inquisitors, and Palpy up our asses, we need all the force sensitives on our side we can get.
>>5655890“Regardless,” you say, sipping at your drink, “Killing her would have alienated the other Jedi – I need teachers for the remaining younglings we have. And I’m not about to do the Empire’s dirty work for them when there are so few of us left.”Kreia’s eyes seem to glitter with intent. “And yet is it not the duty of the Shadows to hunt down and eliminate adherents of the Dark Side? By any standard, she had Fallen to the Dark Side the moment she attacked you. In sparing her, you have evaded duty and responsibility.”“It isn’t my place to judge her.”“If not you, then who?”“My Master,” you say with confidence, “He and the Triumvirate will pass judgement on Potkin.”The image seems to waver at the mention of the Triumvirate, but quickly stabilizes. “You are merely shirking your responsibility. And even then, what what will be their judgement? A slap on the wrist, a lecture on the dangers of falling to one’s emotions, or a temporary expulsion from the order? You cannot rely on them to make the choices that are necessary to save the galaxy.”Master Larid certainly would have made mincemeat out of Potkin. But whether or not he’d take her prisoner in an effort to redeem or get her to see the error of his ways…that’s a coin toss that could go in either direction.But she’s wrong about shirking responsibility. Not when you’re making fast tracks towards Amagi. If nothing else, this whole mess will set a precedent for you to have carte blanche to deal with like-minded enemies.“So you think that I should have killed her,” you accuse her.Kreia spreads her hands. “It matters not what I think you should have done, but that we must now live with your choice and the consequences that flow downstream of them. What will be the consequences of sparing her? Will she forgive you for your maiming and humiliation, or will she see you as weak? Will she seek revenge, biding her time for the opportune moment to strike?“You say you are unwilling to do the Empire’s work for them, but there is a greater evil in letting a gangrenous rot spread through what remains of the Jedi. And left untreated, it might very well spell the doom of the order.”You direct a flat look. “Using your analogy, it would be extreme to amputate when antibiotics would fit the illness.”“And yet, when the infection is deep-seated and has resisted all attempts at cure, what then? ‘Antibiotics’ can only do so much for a disease…or a recalcitrant patient that refuses to cooperate. And when the head healer is nowhere to be found, it is the obligation of the most local authority to make a decision to save the body.”“GIVE HER BACK! GIVE US BACK OUR SISTER!As if she could read your mind, Kreia muses dryly: “There are worlds of difference between Torok Lamal and Shadday Potkin. His massacre of the Tof slavers has undoubtably made the galaxy a safer place for all of sentient life.(cont.)
>>5656498>Kreia spreads her handsShit continuity, quest dropped.
>>5656498“But he at least recognized,” she continues with that lecturing tone of voice, “That the loss of control would lead to his downfall. Any good teacher would have seen his regret and granted a stay of execution. Your master made the correct decision in that regard.”A chill runs down the back of your spine as you link ‘execution’ to your sibling in all but blood. “…and Torok was a padawan. Potkin was a master who should have known better.”“Indeed. My advice to you,” she observes, “Is for you to be mindful of the consequences of your actions. In the short term, sparing Potkin has allowed for you to keep the Conclave in your good graces. But in the long term, she remains a problem, one that may be far more trouble than it had been worth. Beyond her sin of deception, she has committed a graver act – the Empire knows that eight Jedi have escaped their grasps, and they will not stop until they find them.”…she isn’t wrong. Even if Kenobi’s attendance would have been a falsehood, Potkin’s message to Vader all but confirmed that the members of the Conclave had survived Order 66. There would be no easy way for them to disappear in the final throes and confusion of the Clone Wars. The Empire would be hunting them down until they had definitive and absolute proof that any one of them was dead.“Be ready for any possible outcomes and their consequences,” warns Kreia, “And remember that your choices and actions are not made in a vacuum – they have an impact on the galaxy at large. So do not make your decisions lightly, and do not allow any one dogma or code to justify an easy choice…”>>Larid has asked to keep the Storyteller/Revenant private, but do you wish to ask Kreia for advice about them?>Yes.>No.>>The debriefing doesn’t have votes, so vote for Celya.>>Which of the following Sentinel/Shadow Skills do you wish to impart onto Ceyla? (Select 2)>Deception (Pr) – the ability to trick others into believing falsehoods.>Perception (Cun) – used to notice subtle clues, stealthy people and information by observation.>Skullduggery (Cun) – proficiency in criminal techniques such as lockpicking, escaping, etc.>Stealth (Ag) – how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.>Streetwise (Cun) – measure of a character’s experience living and/or working through the underworld.>>Which of the following Force powers did you wish for Celya to focus on? (Choose 1)>Farsight – through the Force, one sees more than what the eyes could allow. (Miraluka Inherent)>Foresee – the user can feel the Force flowing around everything, seeing what is and what will be.>Force Weapon – imbues an object with the Force to make it reliant and more damaging.>Move – the iconic telekinesis of every Jedi, determines lifting limit and push power.>>Please structure your votes as the following:>Kreia vote.>Ceyla Skill 1.>Ceyla Skill 2.>Ceyla Force Power.[VOTE OPEN FOR EIGHT HOURS]
>>5656531>Yes.>Skullduggery (Cun) – proficiency in criminal techniques such as lockpicking, escaping, etc.>Streetwise (Cun) – measure of a character’s experience living and/or working through the underworld.>Force Weapon – imbues an object with the Force to make it reliant and more damaging.
>>5656550Whoops, that was meant to link to >>5656531
>>5656531>Yes.>Perception (Cun)>Deception (Pr) >Farsight
>>5656531>No.>Perception (Cun) – used to notice subtle clues, stealthy people and information by observation.>Stealth (Ag) – how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.>Farsight – through the Force, one sees more than what the eyes could allow. (Miraluka Inherent)
>>5656498I like how Kriea thinks we can't just kill Potkin in the future. Or keep a close eye on her, stealthily tracking her movements and interactions. We're a friggin' Shadow, that's kind of our job. Make no mistake, sparring her was a one-time deal, we don't do no second chances. >No.She's just gonna start the conversation with "Oooh, so now your master's opinion matters so little", or some shit. I like you Kriea but you gotta dial back the snark. >Perception>Deception>MoveWhile I think Farsight is the easiest I think Move is the most useful. Give her a good foundation to build off of and hey, maybe she can actually SEE the Force pushing and pulling things.
>>5656558>I like how Kriea thinks we can't just kill Potkin in the futureI also like how she thinks Larid isn't liable to kill her himself once we tell him what she did.
>>5656531>No.>Perception (Cun) – used to notice subtle clues, stealthy people and information by observation.>Stealth (Ag) – how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.>Farsight – through the Force, one sees more than what the eyes could allow. (Miraluka Inherent)>>5656562Larid is 100% just gonna off her which makes it completely pointless really, all it does is make the rapport other jedi less spooked.
>>5656531>No>Perception (Cun)Only the best cun for our apprentice. >Stealth (Ag)>Farsight
>>5656565>Larid is 100% just gonna off her which makes it completely pointless reallyWhether or not Potkin lives or does is irrelevant, but this is important to demonstrate that the Triumvirate holds authority over what's left of the order.Regardless of the distaste they might hold over a potential execution, they should be put at ease somewhat by the continued existence of an organized command structure.
>>5656531>No>Perception>Streetwise>MoveI'm angling on specializing on supplementing force seeing abilities with more mundane skills. Read emotions through their body language, while the force just let's you do it through walls.
>>5656707>but this is important to demonstrate that the Triumvirate holds authority over what's left of the orderWhat do they do when a more influential or famous Master shows up? Or, heaven forbid, a Councillor?
>>5656531>No.>Deception (Pr)>Perception (Cun)>FarsightWonder if anybody here knows Mind Trick or Illusions? That way we can trick people into believing Ceyla has eyes.
>>5656866Hope to the Force they fall in line, or, failing that, one of them steps down so they can take their place?
>>5656531>No.>Perception (Cun) – used to notice subtle clues, stealthy people and information by observation.>Stealth (Ag) – how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.>Move – the iconic telekinesis of every Jedi, determines lifting limit and push power.Good to see this quest back.
>>5656866Only 4 councillors survived, tops. Yoda's health is failing even now, Shaak-ti is in the state of may or may not be alive depending on continuity, Coleman Kcaj is running right now, and obi-wan is pretty damn well hidden.I doubt Councillors will be the issue. As for more famous jedi? Most of them are very much dead, or are sensible enough to let the people who've built something run it. Those that are not won't get much support unless there is a serious misplay.
>>5656531>No.>Skullduggery (Cun) – proficiency in criminal techniques such as lockpicking, escaping, etc.>Perception (Cun) – used to notice subtle clues, stealthy people and information by observation.>Force Weapon – imbues an object with the Force to make it reliant and more damaging.
>>5655921Bruh Even Piell is fuckin toasted lol
>>5656531>>Stealth (Ag) – how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.>>Streetwise (Cun) – measure of a character’s experience living and/or working through the underworld.>>Farsight – through the Force, one sees more than what the eyes could allow. (Miraluka Inherent)Know I'm late, voting anyway. Great to have you back, Kaz.
>>5656531>No>Perception (Cun) >Streetwise (Cun) >Force Weapon – imbues an object with the Force to make it reliant and more damaging.Very nice to be back Master Kaz
>>5656546>>5656550>>5656553>>5656555>>5656558>>5656565>>5656571>>5656748>>5656826>>5656832>>5656877>>5656913>>5657045>>5657182>>5657245>>5657251Training Ceyla is certainly a unique experience, in part due to her species’ hereditary “blindness”. But not an exercise in futility. While she can see more than what eyes could allow, there are still subtle clues and hidden contexts that are not immediately seen at first glance. And while space is limited in the Albatross, there are still plenty of exercises and teaching opportunities abound.“…there’s something different about the air unit,” she eventually says during a lesson in the engine room. From behind her blindfold, you can see how her brow furrows in deep concentration. “It sounds…different?”“Are you asking me?” you ask gently.She shakes her head and corrects herself. “No, master. It does sound different. The sound it normally makes is higher-pitched…and the air tastes a little stale.”“Which means?”“The CO2 scrubber needs maintenance.”Master Larid once used a combination of blindfolds and sensory deprivation to make you more aware of your surroundings. When sight fails, turn to another sense – the smell of the environment, the taste of the air, the sound of bodies in motion. Everything in the galaxy has a spatial presence, and feeling where that presence is relative to your location is a critical observational skill.Perception goes beyond keeping track of people. It also means taking notice of subtle clues at what Master Larid often called “the scene”. Even the smallest detail might have some importance or relevance to the task at hand.“…did you tilt all the objects in my room by exactly three degrees?”But one shouldn’t miss the forest for the trees.>>Celya now has 1 rank in Perception (Cun)Master Larid often said that the mark of a good Shadow was adapting to limitations. The restrictions or otherwise confining “box” that one could find themselves working in wasn’t a hindrance – it was an opportunity to be creative. Destroying the box is a valid enough tactic, but one that should only be held as a last resort or a truly dire emergency. Continuing with the analogy, a good Shadow could not only adapt, but thrive in the box.And Force help those in Master Larid’s path whenever he got…creative.But, you digress. One would think that the (relatively) cramped Albatross wouldn’t be ideal at all for stealth training. Even without the over-capacity of hyper-vigilant Jedi passengers, a spaceship of its size doesn’t theoretically facilitate training as easily as a building or a cityscape would.And yet, you not only manage to make it work – Ceyla thrives.“She damn near gave me a heart attack,” Darté grouses at the breakfast table one morning. “Sneaking down the hallway like some sort of thief in the night.”(cont.)
>>5657244Even Piell died 2 months after Order 66 in the Undercity of Coruscant, several weeks after the Kessel Conclave.
>>5655115YES!Awesome having you back dude.
>>5657415“That means its working, innit?” counters Suzel, stabbing his fork into the communal pancake tray. “Considering her boss’ line of work. Hell, sounds like you all could benefit from some yourself considering…y’know.”Farr chortles dryly. “Perhaps. But given the man who taught her master, I fear for the galaxy and the Empire if a third, stealthy Brethon Larid is unleashed upon it.”“Given what her master did to Potkin,” Arana interjects smoothly, “I fail to see the problem.”Stealth is both a mental and physical state of being. There’s what you can control, moving silently by crouching close to the ground or using toe-to-heel steps to get around. Breath control is critical – in and out through the nose, instead of the mouth. Blending in with one’s environment, be it hiding behind objects, dim lighting or wearing clothing that makes little noise.And then come the mental aspects. Focusing on the task at hand and staying in the present. Being aware of not only the environment, but every move and sound you make. The patience to wait for the opportune moment to slip away and remain calm in high-pressure situations. Adapting to changing circumstances…“Have you seen Ceyla?” asks Sia-Lann one day. “Bultar and I wanted to check in on her.”Elba grunts a ‘no’. Similarly, you shake your head. “Did you need her for something?”“To be blunt, girl talk.” Bultar makes a gesture with her hand, and a wry grin. “But in all seriousness, it’s…three droids and four males compared to herself? Poor thing must be clawing at the walls.”Trykov coughs to mask a snort. You aren’t nearly amused. “I’d like to think I’m running a ship, not a frat house.”“To which you’re doing an exceptional job.” Sia-Lann grimaces as a thought flash in her eyes. “Force knows that as much as I loved traveling with them, my old friends knew how to make a mess out of things.”“We’re hardly asking for a spa day, Farren,” jokes Bultar, “But there are lines of solidarity that go beyond the bonds of Jedi-”“I’m actually in them, Master Swann.”Bultar and Sia-Lann visibly jump as a subdeck hatch by your feet pops open. Coughing and blowing dirty hair out of her face, Ceyla pokes her head above the grate, then gives a cheery wave and a smile. “Erm, the walls. I meant the walls. But I wouldn’t mind that, actually. Maybe after dinner tonight?”When they hesitantly nod, your padawan gives you a thumbs-up, then disappears back into the access passage. It takes her all of ten seconds for her to scurry away, only bumping her head and cursing once before she practically vanishes.At the pointed looks that both female Jedi give you, you shrug. "Stealth training."Perk of the E-9 Explorer models – subdeck crawls spaces through the entire ship. Large enough for a wookiee of Elba's size to crawl through, more than enough for a young girl of Ceyla's age to practice in.(cont.)
Although you do notice that throughout the trip, more than one member of the Conclave warily checks both above and below their feet.>>Ceyla now has 1 Rank in Stealth (Ag)“I remember that you said that you can see through walls,” you inquire after daily meditation. “Is that a talent inherent to all Miraluka, or just you?”Ceyla’s lips thin in concentration. “In theory, any one of us could after training. I just happened to get it from so many years living in the temple.”“Is that something you can maintain?”“Not without getting a headache after too long,” she admits. “I only did it that one time on Amagi to, erm…flex.”Chortling, you wave off any potential apology. “That’s fine. Can you see in the dark?”“Yes. About as well as the middle of the day…” She pauses, frowning. “It’s a pain, sometimes. My internal clock gets all loopy if I don’t step outside or have a timepiece handy.”Ouch.“If I really reach for it…” she continues, pointing towards the ashtray containing the incense. “I can make out a few microscopic details of a single object.”“I remember Aqinos saying something about that,” you recall, intrigued at the possibilities. “Can you do both simultaneously? Microscopic sight and transparency through walls?”She shakes her head. “I'd have to be pressing my nose to the wall to see anything microscopic on the other side.”“We’ll table that for later.” You come to your feet and help your padawan up. “I’ve got some ideas for how to train that…”>>Ceyla now has 1 rank in Farsight.>>>Now to debrief the Conclave...>>Koffi Arana – Human Guardian (General/Aggressor/Shii-Cho Knight)“I fought at Boz Pity. Kenobi apparently tracked that Sith Assassin of Dooku’s there, and then the Separatists had a whole fleet blockading the planet.”“Ventress.”“Right, her…but Skywalker made a mess of things by jumping his ship too close to the planet’s gravity well. Crashed the whole damned Venator.""Yeah, that...tracks."My group was first on the ground to land, but it was a mess. The battle on the ground degenerated into a damned near free-for-all when Grievous and Dooku took to the field.”“I read reports on that battle. We lost Masters Bayts and Gallia to Grievous.”“Hmmm…and you say that Grievous was killed by Kenobi?”“On Utapau. Just a few hours before Order 66.”“…I only regret that I wasn’t there to tear the cyborg limb-from-limb myself.""...the galaxy is a safer place without any more Jedi hunters of his caliber.""Aye. And I can rest easy that they’re all dead. Save our energy for Sidious and Vader.”…you don’t have the heart to tell him that the medical shuttle carrying Ventress from Boz Pity never made it to Coruscant.>>Master Tsui Choi – Aleena Consular (General/Jedi Ace /Ataru Striker)"So you were with Master Yoda on Kashyyyk?"(cont.)
>>5657581>We lost Masters Bayts and Gallia to Grievous>and Gallia to Grievous>lost Gallia to GrievousYour response, fat cowboy fanfic enjoyer bro >>5657244?
>>5657581“For a certain time. I was with him for the opening moves of the battle before my unit was redeployed to Eriadu.”“And that’s where you were when Order 66 happened.”“I was shot out of the sky by my own squadron. I survived by playing dead, hiding in the gutters and sewers until I ran into Bultar Swan, where she invited me to the Conclave.”“Damn…sorry, Master Choi, I was hoping that you’d might have known where Yoda went.”“Master Yoda is alive?”“Yeah. My master went to the temple after everything happened. He said that Yoda tried to take on the Sith controlling Palpatine-”“I think we both know, young Farren, that Palpatine and the master of Darth Vader are one and the same.”“…and here I thought the Triumvirate was going to be keeping that under wraps.”“I’ll defer to your master’s judgement for now, but I would very much like to speak with him. I’m not used to this whole cloak-and-dagger way of life.”“…we kept it under wraps to not spook our younglings.”“Fair enough, I suppose. But Yoda is alive?”“Empire still has an open bounty on his head. Him and any Jedi that they personally didn’t confirm dying.”“…that’s good. Force willing, I hope that many of those bounties are never closed.”>>Master Robilo Darté – Human Guardian (General/Peacekeeper/Soresu Defender)“My clones helped me escape. We were in-transit when they got the order. It caused…confusion among the ranks.”“They could disobey the chancellor’s orders?”“Only the veterans. The fresh blood that gradually replaced my legion were very quick to comply.”“So what exactly happened?”“My aide warned me before the gunfire started. Dropped us out of hyperspace in the middle of nowhere. But even though my loyalists had the bridge, we were nearly locked out of every system. We decided to evacuate.”“And what did your loyalists think of Order 66?”“Separatist plot. They knew me – I don’t have the stomach for politicking the way the Grand Council did. The idea of me being in on any sort of Jedi coup was absurd.”“That’s…good to hear. To be frank, your story is anomalous compared to everyone else’s.”“I was quick to learn that mine was the exception, rather than the rule. Almost every master at the Conclave who commanded Clones said that theirs didn’t hesitate.”“Regretfully, that seems to be par for the course. But how did you escape your ship?”“We fought towards the hangar, floor-by-floor. There was a little shuttle that had a functioning hyperdrive. It was…a difficult battle.”“Were all of the loyalists with you?”“…no. Some of them were detained. Others shot on the spot for questioning their orders. But those that escaped caused havoc across the ship, sabotaging systems and tying up others to buy time to get to the hangar.”(cont.)
“…you had no clones on Kessel. What happened to your loyalist squad?”“...I was the only one to escape. They stayed behind. Made sure the anti-fighter guns wouldn’t shoot me on my way out.”“I’m sorry.”“…of the ten percent of my Clones that survived the Battle of Parcelus Minor, only a mere three survived the war up until Order 66. Now, I am all that remains of my original legion.”“They were good soldiers.”“They were better men.”>>Master Jastus Farr – ??? Guardian (General/Sentry/Shien Expert)“The one time I’m away from the temple, the Sith lead an army to destroy it to bits and pieces.”“Quite unfortunate. What called you away?”“Training a detachment of the Temple Security Force. By the time we got the warning and call to return to Coruscant, it was too late.”“What happened to them?”“One of them made contact with a resistance cell. They were helping dissidents and enemies of the Empire escape from Coruscant. Their first mission was getting me off-planet.”“Do you have any way to get in contact with them?”“I must first ask why. They are already risking their lives without us drawing the attention of the Empire on them even more.”“…never hurts to have friends in low places. Especially now.”“…you sound like your master.”“Wouldn’t be here speaking to you without him.”“Fair. And I can certainly see how contacts on Coruscant would be useful. I must only ask that you be exceedingly careful – it may bring more harm than good, no matter your intention.”“I’m not looking to contact them now. Maybe later down the line when things near Coruscant start cooling down.”“I fear that won’t be for a long time. Although I have to ask, does the Triumvirate have its own Security Force?”“We have Suzel, Elba, the droids, and a mechanic my master picked up on Coruscant.”“…I suppose that every great organization has humble origins.”>>Master Shadday Potkin - Human Guardian (General/Peacekeeper/Niman Disciple)“… … …”“… … …”“… … …”“… … …”“… … …”“…great talk. We should do this again sometime.”“… … …”>>Knight Ma'kis'shaalas - Nikto Sentinel (Investigator/Makashi Duelist)“How’s your arm?”“Better. I owe Sia-Lann a debt of gratitude for her healing, and sharp words for Master Potkin.”“The medical bay is sound-proof, so shout all you want.”“I’d prefer her to be conscious and out of the bacta tank when I deliver my rebuke.”“As do I, but she’s being kept under for obvious reasons.”“Mmmmm. But I sense you’re here to speak about other subjects.”“Aye, just a debrief. How’d you end up on Kessel?”“I was originally dispatched to Saleucami with Master Oppo Rancisis to deal with a clone army of Morgukai that the Separatists had created.”(cont.)
>>5657711>“…great talk. We should do this again sometime.”This, while Ceyla is practicing stealthing around the walls
>>5657711Oh shit, Maki roll is a Makashi duelist, y'all think we could ask him to spar?
>>5657827Sparring with another Makashi duelist, and an ambidextrous one at that, would definitely be a good learning experience.
>>5657711“A clone army? I wasn’t aware that the Separatists had the facilities.”“Neither did we until it was almost too late.”“So what exactly were you going up against?”“The so-called Shadow Army was receiving extensive training by the last Morgukai, Bok, as well as Anzati assassins. They were making not only hard counters to our Clone Army, but Jedi Hunters as well.”“That kind of escalation would certainly warrant Master Rancisis’ personal involvement.”“Him, and many other Jedi Generals. Just to list a few, Quinlan Voss, Stass Allie, A’Sharad Hett, K’Kruhk, Alaya Secura, and Tholme.”“And you as well.”“…I was a general, but I’d had previous encounters with Morgukai that had Master Rancisis personally request my presence.”“…his loss diminishes us all.”“Aye. Battle meditation aside, we lost one of our order’s most brilliant strategists and thinkers.”“…but in spite of that, you won the battle.”“It took five months of keeping them on-planet, but we did. I led my army on a frontal assault to destroy an orbital-range ion cannon, which allowed our fleet to move into range for orbital strikes. Vos dueled and defeated the traitor Sora Bulq, and escaped just in time before our fleet bombed the Separatist citadel. Tholme sabotaged and destroyed any remains of their cloning capabilities.”“I don’t suppose that you know where the other Jedi generals went?”“Unfortunately, not. I was rotated off to bolster another front in the Outer Rim. Master Allie was the only one to have stayed behind for mop-up operations.”“…do you know what happened to her?”“…with the look on your face, Gaelle, I can make a guess.”“I have regretfully confirmed her death…as well as Alaya Secura’s.”“No…where?!”“Felucia. Her and Barriss Offee…”“…I did not know Offee. But Alaya…was a friend. She will dearly missed.”>>Knight Bultar Swan - Human Guardian (Warden/Shien Expert)“You said you were at a medstation when Order 66 happened?”“Yeah. I transferred there after the Battle of Coruscant. Master Yoda says that there’s no such thing as luck, but…in that moment, I was inclined to disagree.”“How’d you escape?”“The healers warned me. I had enough time to get off world before the Clones could find me.”“Close call. And then…Kessel. What’d you do until you got into contact with Potkin?”“She got in touch with me, actually. I was hiding in a Jedi bolthole when I got the call.”“And you had no idea she was luring you into a trap.”“…are you accusing me of something?”“Of course not!”“…just teasing you, Gaelle. But…no. I didn’t know. I genuinely thought…”“…the last time we had a Jedi Purge was over four thousand years ago. It isn't something that happens every day.”“Hah, that's quite the way to reframe it. Not much of a comfort, though.”(cont.)
“I’m afraid that we’re dealing with something worse than a wound in the Force – a career politician.”“Pft!”“At least Nihilus had the courtesy to be straightforward about wanting to eat the galaxy.”“Heh…not unlike a certain master stewing in a bacta tank.”“…it’s not your fault. Everyone was desperate.”“That doesn’t excuse what she did. Force, I’m just so…”“It’s okay to be annoyed. Never heard any tenants against annoyance.”“I appreciate the levity, Gaelle. And I am incredibly thankful for your intervention.”“It was the will of the Force that I was nearby. And I only did what any sane person would have.”“No sane person would fight a master.”“Touché, but do you know who my master is?”“Only by name and reputation.”“Sanity doesn’t exactly fit into the Shadows’ lexicon. That belongs to far-more stable Jedi.”“Not many of those left, even before the war. It’s robbed us of so many of our brothers and sisters.”“…yeah. It has.”“…even if Potkin said what her plan was, I wouldn’t have gone. And I would’ve warned Master Choi to stay away. Revenge and anger are not the ways of the Jedi, and her plan recklessly indulged in both.”>>Knight Sia-Lan Wezz - Human Guardian (Warleader/Niman Disciple)“I’m sorry, you need me to get you what?”“Peko-peko albatross. However many your friend Arani can smuggle off of Naboo. Ideally alive, but if dead, they have to be fresh.”“What in the name of the Force do you need those for?!”“Jedi Shadow business.”“…wh…what?! Farren, they aren’t edible! Their skin and feathers-”“Are an incredibly powerful toxin that has a side effect of nausea, vomiting and stomach cramps, yes. That’s exactly why I need them.”“…may I ask why?”“Some of the enemies I’ve made since Order 66 use poisonous, hallucination-inducing fruit, and the effects of the toxin would be quite useful for removing them.”“… … ..”“I wouldn’t ask if I was being serious, Sia-Lann.”“…when did the Sith start using hallucinogenic fruit?!”“Actually, if Arani has the skill, I’ll pay premium price for harvested peko-peko albatross toxins to be shipped to Wild Space for dead drop pickup.“You didn’t answer the question, Farren! When did the Sith-?!”“Oh, it’s not the Sith. Or the Empire, for that matter.”“…the Tof?”“…not them either…but I’m not above using peko-peko venom to deal with the big, green, ugly bastards.”“…okay, there’s…a lot to unpack there.”“…they hurt someone very dear to me, my best friend and a member of the Triumvirate. One of my youngling clanmates…Kristen Corrho.”“…what happened to her?”“Botched carbonite freezing. The process left her braindead.”“Oh, Force. Farren, I’m so sorry!”“…I know its selfish of me to ask…but when I saw you heal Potkin…”(cont.)
>>5658010I'm sorry Sia-Lann, that's a lot to have dumped on you
>>5658010“…you want me to cure her? Farren, I’m not even a proper field medic…I’m no Jedi Healer!”“You’re the best thing we have. Nobody in the Triumvirate was ever trained in the healing arts.”“I…I can’t promise anything. At the very least, without seeing her-”“I’m not asking you to bring her back. I’m just asking for you to give one hundred percent of your efforts to try…”“I owe you that much for saving me. But again…I can’t promise anything.”“…if you can’t do it, that’s okay. I’ll just…keep on looking for a way to bring her back.”>>Two weeks later…>>Amagi, Mylar System, Unknown Regions (H-3)Nobody is more surprised than Master Lard when you make your return to Amagi. The instant the Albatross drops out of hyperspace, you dial in the frequency reserved specifically for the Shadows. He picks up almost in an instant.“What happened?” he demands, going straight to business. “Are you alright?”You can’t help but smile. His brusqueness and the hiss of the comm doesn’t completely filter or hide his worry. “We’re alright. I’m just back sooner than I expected.”“What’s the situation?”“…well, we found the Iron Knights when we got this signal from Kessel…”>>You give a truncated report of what happened.“…and now I’ve got eight Jedi in the cargo hold…one of whom is drugged to the gills and stewing in a bacta tank.”To his credit, your master recovers quickly. You can almost see the gears turning his head as he barks: “Get down here ASAP. I’ll call for an emergency meeting of the Triumvirate. Kosa’s almost finished recovering and Aure’s back from the Chiller…”“Understood.”“Farren.” Before you cut the connection, Larid interrupts. “…what you’ve done…that took no small amount of courage. Not since the age of the Barsen’thor has such a deed been accomplished by a Shadow.”The praise leaves you flustered. “I’m only what you’ve made me, master.”But he shakes his head. “Your mother would have been proud. That’s the kind of thing that Alleana would’ve been all for gate-crashing.”One landing later finds the Triumvirate and the Conclave gathered and assembled in the bowels of the Boss Bantha. Only this time, Master Aure is present and in attendance. Sporting bandages and a sling from her time on the Chiller, the zabrak appears no less diminished in her hawkish demeanor. Similarly, Master Kosa has made great strides in her recover after her torture at the hands of the Herald. Her cheeks are fuller, and she’s ditched the wheelchair. The Conclave’s first impression of the Triumvirate is surprise. If they were expecting members of the Grand Council to be in attendance, they are sorely disappointed. But Farr looks on approvingly to Master Larid; Darté bows respectfully to Kosa in solidarity from one general to another; Tsui Choi exchanges a smile with Aure.(cont.)
“Brothers and sisters,” says Kosa, opening the meeting, “It is good to see you alive and well during these dark and troubling times. We have all been truly blessed by the Force to be reunited.”Aure grins. “It ain’t exactly the High Council Chamber, but we’ve got some friends constructing one for us in the deadlands.”The flat-footed declaration catches them off guard. Privately, you can see what it is. Aure’s little joke is an assertion of dominance. The Triumvirate’s position of authority necessitates its own High Council Chamber – the same kind that only the leaders of the Jedi could use and meet in.But Larid coughs: “Would that construction conveniently schedules itself for these kinds of meetings. Yet it is no matter. Members of the Jedi Conclave, the Jedi Triumvirate welcomes you to Amagi.”“We understand that you’ve had a stressful journey and would like to rest and recuperate,” says Kosa smoothly, “But we would first like to discuss what happened on Kessel.”The Triumvirate’s eyes turn towards you. Aure gestures, then asks: “So what exactly happened? Brethon was light on the details, but it sounds like you’ve had yourself one hell of an adventure.”Obviously, you aren’t about to mention the Iron Knights to the Conclave. Opening your mouth, you give a report of what happened on Kessel…>>How do you wish to report?>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.>Lambast Potkin, harshly condemning her for her little scheme that would have killed all the Conclave.>Offer a sympathetic account, highlighting Potkin’s fear and desperation that fueled her actions.>>After the meeting, the Triumvirate will excuse you to retire for the day.>>What do you wish to do?>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrival.>Inquire about hiring additional help for the Albatross.>Return to your ship and decompress. It’s been a long day.>Custom option. [Write-in][VOTE OPEN FOR NINE HOURS]
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.Kessel gang will do the lambasting. >Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.These guys gotta wrap this war up before the Empire gets here.
>>5658054>Offer a sympathetic account, highlighting Potkin’s fear and desperation that fueled her actions.>But also mention that any semblance of a master's dignity was thrown out after Force Sever>>5658054>Check in with lizardbros, they might want some advice on settling in.
>>5658054>>Lambast Potkin, harshly condemning her for her little scheme that would have killed all the Conclave.FUCK. THAT. HOE.>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.Gotta finish what we started.
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.>Return to your ship and decompress. It’s been a long day.
>>5658054>>Lambast Potkin, harshly condemning her for her little scheme that would have killed all the Conclave.She needs to die.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrival.
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrival.
>>Lambast Potkin, harshly condemning her for her little scheme that would have killed all the Conclave.>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.
>>5658054>Lambast Potkin, harshly condemning her for her little scheme that would have killed all the Conclave.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrival.
>>5658054>Lambast Potkin, harshly condemning her for her little scheme that would have killed all the Conclave.Deserved>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.The war against the Tof will not end anytime soon. The MSDF has many things that they need to establish and their military while growing and eager for battle, is far from launching invasions against the Tof worlds now.Of course, if we offer our help again that may change ....
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.
>>5658054Hope I ain't too late>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.Much as she deserves it, I remember what Kreia said about "respect afforded a master". We'll talk shit to her face, but it's a bitch move to do so behind her back in front of everyone else.>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrival.I hope we can do both, otherwise, I lean my decision to Arotta.
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.We don't even need to try to make her look bad, she did all the work for us.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrival.
>>5658355>Find Arotta and surprise her with yourWith our what anon?
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.>Find Arotta and surprise her with your arrivalFixed again jesus christ.
>>5658356With our stealthy entrance into her
>>5658054Actually, you know what, switching my second vote here >>5658275 to >Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.
>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.>Check in with Keimann and the MSDF’s war effort.
>>5658054>Give a neutral account, stating only the facts of your duel with as little emotional inflection as possible.With the caveat that we admit our own indignant rage might have caused us to goad Potkin more than was necessary. What she did was wrong and stupid, but it would have been better for all involved if it could have been handled without violence.>>Return to your ship and decompress. It’s been a long day.>>Custom option. [Write-in]Talk to our padowan, and subtly nudge her into pranking the other padowans, under the guise of stealth training. Then when she has been emboldened by her successes lure her into trying to scare Master Larid or the blueberry
>>5658056>>5658063>>5658066>>5658067>>5658070>>5658076>>5658111>>5658177>>5658209>>5658252>>5658257>>5658275>>5658299>>5658360>>5658445>>5658499>>5658520Out of the aggrieved, you would be the most justified in utterly lambasting Potkin. Granted, you were a late comer to the party, and a gate-crasher at that, but the fact remains is that she was the one who attacked you. Kreia had mentioned something about the “dignity afforded to a master”, but you couldn’t care less about that beyond stating the facts as plainly as possible.Besides, there’s at least seven other people who have an axe to grind with her. And they can more than make up any foregone lambasting.Over the comm, you’d only given Master Larid the bare minimum to bring him up to speed. Now that you have the time to completely debrief, the predominant emotion on your master’s face is fury. Not nearly as intense as the same hatred he had when cursing the Storyteller, but it comes very close.The look on his face is similarly mirrored on the rest of the Triumvirate. Aure is the most vocal – she barely suppresses a curse as you recount how Potkin tried to backstab you. Compared to her compatriots, Kosa is the textbook definition of composed, but there’s no mistaking the sharp, deepening furrow in her brow.For the most part, your account is delivered without interruptions, only stopping and pausing for the Conclave to supply their perspectives. When you finish, you reach your hand into your robes, and present Master Potkin’s lightsaber, then the cortosis blade intended for Vader that she nearly plunged into your back. More than one member of the Conclave looks notably nervous as the Triumvirate look like they’re about to explode.But Master Larid beats his peers, stonily declaring: “Shadday Potkin stands censured and attained. Her fate will be settled at a later time, but what this body can agree that she cannot be allowed to roam free.”Kosa nods gravely. “The remainder of her wounds will be tended to, of course. But until we can determine whether or not she’s Fallen, she cannot be allowed to spread her poison to the rest of the order.”“You’re sure that she didn’t use the Dark Side?” demands Aure, as serious as you’ve ever seen her.“No, Master Aure,” you confirm, “It was a frantic duel, but as far as I could tell, she didn’t.”“One doesn’t have to use the Dark Side to Fall,” your master flatly intones. “But even before this whole mess with the Sith, the High Council would have severely punished this sort of behavior.”Farr interjects, “Forgive me for interrupting, but do you even have the facilities to contain a Force-sensitive prisoner of Master Potkin’s caliber?”(cont.)
A valid point, but one that Master Larid seems to have anticipated. “We do. During the uprising that saw this planet liberated from the Tof, the MSDF claimed several containment field devices. Thanks to Master Aure’s negotiations, the Triumvirate has secured a handful in order to contain Force-sensitive prisoners.”That seems to please most of them. Then…Tsui Choi coughs, shuffling to come beside you, before the Triumvirate. “Much as this is in keeping with tradition, I fear that there is one person missing in this legal drama. If the Triumvirate is truly in keeping with the traditions of the Jedi High Council, then Master Potkin should have the opportunity to defend herself of the charges laid against her.”More than one person looks at the Aleena as if he’d grown a second head. You yourself aren’t exempt from gaping…and yet you can’t find yourself disagreeing.Tsui Choi regards the Triumvirate coolly. “I understand that in legalese, this is merely a preliminary hearing. And that while we do not conduct internal Jedi masters like the late Republic’s courts, it would be nothing short of unjust to simply lock her away without giving her a chance to speak.”…clever. Between the lines, Choi is verifying for himself and the others if the Triumvirate is truly in keeping with the teachings of the Jedi. And whether or not he’d be willing to bind himself to an authority claiming to have (temporarily) replaced the High Council. For good or ill, he doesn’t look like he’s jockeying for power by speaking on the Conclave’s behalf…that kind of politicking wasn’t in his file.But the Triumvirate takes it as well as you’d expect. Aure looks like she’s swallowed a lemon, and Larid remains stony-faced. It falls to Kosa to nod, and say with a deliberate, professional politeness: “It is as you say, Master Choi. This is merely one of many preliminary steps of…dealing with Master Potkin. We would very much like her account of what had happened on Kessel.”…you’ve heard that tone of voice before. It’s the kind that Arotta said promised a very bad time for the directed target. In your lover’s case, a light scolding more often than not, but it probably won’t be the same for Potkin.Larid breaks his silence, nodding towards you. “Farren, you’re excused. We’ll talk later. Thank you for your testimony.”“And saving our brothers and sisters from the Sith,” adds Kosa with a smile. “Certainly no small deed.”Aure snorts, her earlier indignation with Choi forgotten as she drawls: “Ya did real good, kid. Just don’t go getting a big head.”Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you bow respectfully, first to the Triumvirate, then the Conclave. “May the Force be with you.”As the door closes behind you, and you step off the Boss Bantha, you think about the Triumvirate’s…you wouldn’t necessarily call it bloodlust towards Potkin.(cont.)
Righteous indignation, perhaps, but there was no mistaking the fury in their eyes.At first, you think them justifiably upset for Potkin’s blatant and unabashed breaking of the Jedi Code.Then, you realize that it goes further beyond that.The kind of anger they displayed was deeply personal.Shadday Potkin had attacked the son of their beloved Alleana Gaelle with the intent to maim or kill him.And that was justification enough for them to throw her away and slag the key.>>Supreme Archon’s Office, Freedomspire, Serano Port>>Amagi, Mylus System, Unknown Regions (H-3)“Gaelle!” Keimann crosses the room in five great strides, then clasps his hands firmly with yours. “It’s good to see you.”You return his grip with a firm shake and a grin. “The feeling’s mutual. Sorry if I’m barging in.”“It’s no trouble. I was just about to take a break. Can I get you anything?”“Tea if you have it.”He pours himself a glass of what could only be alcohol. “That might take a few minutes. I can make you Slave’s Tea with what I have.”Recalling the last time you had the beverage, you politely decline. “I don’t mind waiting.”As it turns out, you don’t have to wait too long. Mern Ungtek emerges from a little servant’s elevator towards the side of Keimann’s office. The late viceroy’s daughter looks…remarkably domesticated in her candor and stride. Alas, it seems to come unraveling at a single look at the Supreme Archon’s guest.Mern’s brow creases in confusion, then her eyes suddenly widen in recognition…and fear. With a frightened scream, she drops the tray she’d carried, spilling tea all over the floor as she frantically scrambles behind a surprised Keimann.“J-jedi!” the teenaged girl stammers hysterically, pulling at Keimann’s uniform with a genuine panic. “Kaules, he-”“Convinced Torok to spare you and your family’s lives,” you interrupt sharply. The warmth of reuniting with Keimann is quickly replaced by the dark thoughts of what her father had subjected Kristen to. “When he would’ve turned all of you into cubits of sizzling meat.”…a rather un-Jedi-like thing to say, even if it is the truth. Admittedly hypocritical after you’d just left a meeting dealing with un-Jedi-like behavior, but it’s the lesser of two heterodoxies.But the drama doesn’t last for too long. With a long-suffering sigh, Keimann gently plucks Mern’s hands off of his uniform. “He’s not here to hurt you. Mern…go take the rest of the night off. I’ll clean up the mess.”That seems to do the trick. Mern’s eyes don’t leave you as she scurries away, like frightened prey evading a predator. The instant the door behind her closes shut, you can hear her sprinting away at full tilt. An impressive feat considering her high heels.“I’m so sorry about that,” the Supreme Archon apologizes, genuinely contrite. “I didn’t think she’d react that way.”(cont.)
“…you think she’d be more grateful for my intervention,” you grouse. At the flat look he gives you, you raise a cursory eyebrow. “…‘darning your socks’, huh?”He holds his hands up in a “what could I do” kind of gesture. “She’s surprisingly proven herself a very capable maidservant.”“I wouldn’t trust her to bring my food and drinks any further than I could throw a boulder with the Force.”“She knows well enough that if something happens to me, it’s her surviving family members on the chopping block.”“How’re they doing, by the way?”He gives you an odd look. “I didn’t know you were worried.”“Not for their wellbeing as much as whether or not they pose a security risk.”“They’re harmless…or as much as they can be. They’re behaving as well as spoiled brats can be.”“…and I couldn’t help but notice the first-name basis.”Keimann grimaces. “…let’s just say that I really don’t want her calling me ‘master’. And that Supreme Archon is too much of a mouthful.”There was something else on the surface of his mind. It wasn’t just disgust at his former status as a slave of reviling the title. But it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Any further probing would’ve been a violation of his privacy.With the drama of the last few minutes compounding the Triumvirate meeting, you make an executive decision. “…I think I’ll be having that Slave’s Tea after all, Keimann.”One mess and two drinks later finds the two of you pouring over a holotank. You’d asked about the warfront with the Tof, and Keimann acquiesced.“Hope you don’t mind the typos,” he mutters, wincing as he checks the map. “The tech’s are still getting used to operating the tank, and intelligence is still being processed.”…you’ve seen worse.Keimann fiddles with the console, zooming into the grid containing Mylus. “This is our best estimate of our projected territory, and our sphere of influence. Thanks in part to Grand Admiral Mercantor, we’ve been able to add Kalle and Ulsind.”You squint at the planets, then at the little key card. “Anything noteworthy on them?”“Ulsind was a slave colony with plantations across the entire planet. Kalle has a few mines where they sourced the metals to make durasteel.”But his face darkens. “The Tof burned as many plantations as they could on Ulsind before they retreated back to Atoces. We’re self-sustaining in terms of foodstuffs, but the slaves who worked them aren't. They took what they could, and just left the rest to starve.”“Bastards,” you curse.Keimann nods in agreement. “We’ve dispatched several relief missions – food from Amagi and water from the Chiller. Feeding them is our immediate priority, but I’d be lying if we weren’t considering the possibility of seizing the plantations for our use.”(cont.)
>>5659037>we’ve been able to add Kalle and Ulsind.Damn, Laurentius, Octavia, two whole planets in about a month’s time… you two don’t fuck around.Mind if we get the grid coordinates for those planets, Kaz?
>>5659058Never underestimate the efficiency of sufficiently motivated free men.
>>5659037>>5659058Any competent leader would. An army marched on its stomach, and a wise man said that before civility came a full stomach. “What about Kalle?”“We got lucky. The viceroy’s distress signal got blocked by a nebula – locals call it the Veil. Kalle and its mines were seized with minimal bloodshed. Local governor capitulated when Mercantor threatened to bomb his villa from orbit.”So far, the MSDF has their immediate bases covered. Ulsind would have been a likely staging ground for the Tof, and if you’re looking at the map properly, Kalle’s behind too many nebulae for stable hypersrpace travel. That only leaves…“Dondron’s our next target,” Keimann declares, zooming towards the planet. “That’s the closest garrison on the Tof’s hyperlane maps. We need to take it to secure our northernmost borders.”“…define ‘garrison.’”“Current intelligence suggests at least two companies of infantry and a small flotilla of Tof corvettes and frigates.”“What’s stopping the Tof from jumping from Dondron to Mylus?”“The same nebula that protects Kalle. They haven’t found a safe-enough route through the Veil without colliding into something or flying headfirst into a solar storm. The Tof have to jump from Dondron to Ulsind before they can get to Mylus.”Awfully convenient. But you’d still be nervous about the Tof taking the long way around the Veil for an attack on the southern flank. Raising the point to Keimann, he gives you a little grin.“Not likely. See these…” He zooms out of the MSA’s territory, moving to another polity. “The Teladi are helping us fight the Tof. Their fleets are patrolling around Ciric…the outpost, not the starbase. They’ll be keeping an eye on whether or not the Tof are taking the scenic route to try and flank us.”“Telaid?” you ask, puzzled.Keimann’s explanation of the Teladi leaves you wary. Even if they’re dedicated to helping the MSDF fight the Tof, comparisons to the Trade Federation are hard to ignore. The fact that they’re enemies of the Tof doesn’t completely ease the tension of them trying to turn a profit by backing the Mylar Star Alliance.Still, it’s not like Keimann had a choice. A fleet of ships is hard to turn down, even if only one of them is factory-fresh. Now that you know that they exist, as well as their location, you’re sorely tempted to take the Albatross to one of their shipyards to customize it even more. Force knows you’ve got the credits for a few upgrades.But there’s one alarming point of contention that you have with the new fleet. With a frown, you tap at a line on the invoice. “…it says here that a Pip Arcblade is the lead foreman of the project.”“You and Master Aure,” he chortles humorlessly. “She said something similar and nearly flipped the table. But as far as our intelligence goes, he isn’t part of the Blazing Chain.”"...so who is he exactly?”(cont.)
“Our intelligence department thinks he’s a survivor of the fleet that Zonsoe destroyed during their civil war. But we don’t have any more than that. Earliest he shows up is this ribbon-cutting ceremony when the company opened.”…he looks harmless enough. Certainly, doesn’t look the part of a Force-sensitive pirate.“He’s the lead ship designer of the company Teladi Corp outsourced our order to – Sertain Solutions.”Your eyes flick towards the map. “…and they’re based out of the Sertanius system?”“Right in one. The Frihet’s being built there, and they’re retrofitting the mothballed ships as well.”“…so how did Mercantor take Ulsind and Kalle?”“His wife’s Lucrehulk core ship, some crash-built freighters-turned-corvettes, and Blitz Squadron, led by your friend Torok.”It’s hard not to smile. Your brother seems to have done exceptionally well for himself.Keimann takes your silence to continue: “We’ll be planet-hopping, seizing what supplies we can and digging in to protect them from any further invasions. We plan to at least incorporate Dondron, Atoces, Lenth and the middle planet into our definitive territory by the end of the year.”“I assume you’re aiming to make a push to Hokand.”“Aye. It isn’t their capital world, but it’s the stronghold of one of the Bloody Barons – Clan Uglatz. They were the intermediaries to pass slaves from the Outer Rim further into the Unknown Regions. Mern’s father answered to Baron Uglatz.”“…how come Uglatz hasn’t sent a punitive fleet? He knows where you are.”The Supreme Archon spits into a little pot by his desk. “The Tof are creatures of face. He can’t appear to commit everything because it looks like he’ll have lost control of his territory. The baron’s going to be trying to take care of this as discretely as possible, hopefully without alerting the other barons to his plight.”You cast a wary look towards the north of the map. “…the Tof’s territory goes beyond the local square.”Keimann sighs, fists clenching tightly. “…I’d be happy if we could drive away Uglatz and stop at Hokand. But I know that the rest of the Barons won’t take one of their trade partners collapsing – if anything, they’d gloat at the opportunity to have a causus beli to annex Uglatz’s territory.”The only real advice you can give him is not to bite off any more than he can chew. The Alliance is still fragile, even with the Teladi supplying them with spaceships and infrastructure. Planet-hopping always ran the risk of overstretching supply lines. Regretfully, an all-too common occurrence by Jedi Generals during the Clone Wars, who’s zeal to beat the Separatists was stronger than their supply train.You decide to change the subject, eyeing the other territories on the map. “Busy sector for pirates.”(cont.)
“The Vagaari, Ebruchi and Ssi-Ruuk bought and sold in equal measure when this was still a slave planet,” growls Keimann. “They kept their distance between the Tof and the Teladi patrolling this area of space.”“I take it that’s no longer the case. Bastards though they were, the Tof must’ve been a deterrent.”“Unfortunately. They haven’t been trying to annex star systems, but we’ve had a sharp increase in pirate attacks. Slaves, supplies…whatever they can get their hands on before retreating back to their space before we can mount a response.”“What about the Chain?”“Intelligence hasn’t had a chance to get that far, but they’re dormant.” The Supreme Archon then turns to you with his full and undivided attention. “Farren, I have a favor to ask of you.”Your lips thin. “…I’m willing to listen.”“I understand that the Jedi are dealing with a crisis. And for that, I completely sympathize and understand your plight. But if you could personally render any aid to the Alliance, I would be exceedingly grateful.”“But you already have Master Aure and Torok,” you say, puzzled.He pauses, visibly concentrating to pick the right words to say. “Aure stays here to iron out laws and regulations, and Torok only goes where the Mercantors go. The rest of the Triumvirate are willing to help for major battles, but they’re too busy with their own internal matters.”You give him a look. “I wouldn’t call training the next generation of Jedi and protecting our future from the Sith to be a mere ‘internal matter’, Keimann.”“I meant no offense. I’m just merely asking you since you’re not as…committed? You’ve got more freedom than the rest of the Triumvirate to travel the galaxy.”And I have my own orders to follow. Namely, to find sanctuary for us as well as any other hidden Jedi back in the Empire.But you don’t say that aloud. “I’m not as free as you think.”“Duty-bound, I understand. I’m only asking that if you’re in the area, and if you don’t have anything immediately pressing, that you would consider helping. You would be amply rewarded.”It’s…not quite insulting as much as baffling to think you’d be so mercenary. Jedi aren’t bounty hunters. The order is duty-bound to protect the innocent against the wicked, not only limited to the Sith or practitioners of the Dark Side.And yet you understand. It was different during the revolution, when you were just worried about getting Kristen, or the freedom of three million people. Now you’ve got your own responsibilities to your own respective factions and people…even if the relations between said people are friendly.“…I’ll keep it in mind,” you eventually say. “And you can rest assured that if I’m nearby when a distress signal from one of your ships goes out, I’ll come running.”(cont.)
Keimann smiles. Tight and somewhat forced, but still more of a grin than a grimace. “That’s all I can ask for.”>>The arrival of the Conclave has caused the Triumvirate to put a hiatus on missions back into the Empire.>>With Darth Vader having missed the Conclave, the Empire is on higher alert knowing that eight Jedi have escaped.>>Additionally, with the Conclave’s arrival, the Triumvirate needs some time to properly integrate them.>>Until the heat dies down, your masters would like for you to stay somewhat close until you can meet for your next mission.>>In the meantime, please choose one of the following as your next mission:>Escort and protect relief fleets going to Ulsind and Kalle from Tof raiders.>Patrol along the edges of Alliance/Teladi space for pirates attacking convoys.>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.>Visit Teladi space to upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).>Custom option. [Write-in][VOTE OPEN FOR TEN HOURS]Sorry this one took a while. Took part of the day off for my birthday.Also, the H-3 map is VERY much a WIP. The key was yoinked from a Star Trek map, so ignore the "Starfleet asset" symbol.
>>5659112>Until the heat dies down, your masters would like for you to stay somewhat close until you can meet for your next mission.Sounds like a good excuse to investigate the Blazing Chain or the Mandalorians>>5659112>Are there any places besides Horexis where the pirates could be setting a staging ground to receive goods from raiding?
>>5659119You could demonstrably lead a scouting mission into that unmapped space to find any systems that the raiders might be using as an FOB. Hell, you’d actually be using the E-9 Explorer for its intended purpose.
>>5659112>Visit Teladi space to upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).
>>5659112>Escort and protect relief fleets going to Ulsind and Kalle from Tof raiders.Happy (late) Birthday!
>>5659129I'll aim for that, then.>>5659112>Scout for the raiders' or Blazing Chain's FOBWe can also use this as an opportunity to do a favor for the Teladi. They shouldn't like pirates either, so we may be able to sell them something worth an upgrade or at least looser tongues.
>>5659112>Visit Teladi space to upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).We’ve been running around for everyone else, take the downtime to get the Tross upgraded.
>>5659129>Visit Teladi space to upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).An upgrade or more sounds good, depending on how much cash we have. The Albatross can use new weapons, shields and other utilities. We will do missions for the MDSF likely after this, so is a good investment against pirates, raiders and Tof's. Ship upgrades shouldn't take too long either to complete. A week maybe ? Depends on how much we buy probablyPerhaps we could use this occasion for look in to the dirty laundry of the Teledi Corp for the MDSF ? A bit of snopping around and using jedi mind tricks, innocent things.Damn i want a kakarit crew member.
>>5659179meant this, sy>>5659112
>>5659112>Escort and protect relief fleets going to Ulsind and Kalle from Tof raiders.>Regardless of choice, request some descriptions of the Vaagari, Ebruchi, and Ssi-Ruuk from former slaves, as well as tactics and ship descriptions.
>>5659112>Escort and protect relief fleets going to Ulsind and Kalle from Tof raiders.
>Escort and protect relief fleets going to Ulsind and Kalle from Tof raiders.this could possibly be more interesting than first appearances
>>5659112>Escort and protect relief fleets going to Ulsind and Kalle from Tof raiders.Keep our Padawan close. nothing like field experience bb
>>5659112>Visit Teladi space to upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade)Upgrades people upgrades!
>>5659409The Albatross only has so many upgrade hardpoints to use, and we've used up a substantial amount for the ECM suite and the hidden compartments.If you want a dedicated fighty ship, we really ought to get a dedicated fighty ship to use as a base, and then just make it better.
Shoot, we forgot to ask about Ingarm‘s parole and asking about Cranz and Stern for anti-slavery infiltration missions.
Glad to see this back Kaz.I'm thinking we should keep rescue as our main priority, and get back out there as soon as possible. Lots of groups to search for: Teepo Paladins, Grey Paladins, Baran-Do Sages, Antarian Rangers, Temple Security Forces, Wardens of the Sky, etc. We have to keep our distance from the Iron Knights for the foreseeable future though so as not to spook them, since they did ask for 6 months.>Have Ceyla try to sneak up on/prank Master Aure>Visit Arotta before we go on a mission.>Check in on the Kakari.>Investigate Teladi space...Gotta' upgrade our ship before we can eradicate pirates anyway.
>>5659902I think locating the Teepo Paladins and extending an olive branch is a great idea.The Empire is a dangerous place for any Jedi, so it's imperative for any inside Imperial space to conceal their identity.To that end, not immediately defaulting to Force powers and Lightsabers when in public should be standard doctrine. Thus, conventional weapons training is a must on top of the standard lightsaber forms.I'd also like to point out that the Teepo Paladins being censured was a bullshit decision by the council in the first place. It's the same situation as what happened with the Iron Knights; old ass fogies stuck in their ways refusing to see anything from a different perspective or admit they're wrong on something.
>>5659842I gotchu homie.>Ingmar"Before I leave, I gotta ask: how's Ingmar doing?""...ah, right. He was the bartender, correct?""Proprietor of the Tipsy Toffer, to be precise.""Hmmm. More than one of my wardens are grumbling, but he's been otherwise behaving himself on his parole.""That's good to hear. But...I can't imagine him having a large clientele.""There have been, regrettably, more than a few protests and heated incidents when he opened his business.""How heated?""One of the rowdier mobs found a porcine-like creature, painted it green, and erected a guillotine on the front of his business-""...now that's just offensive to Gamorreans.""Most were willing to let it slide if it meant dunking on the Tof.""... ... ...""...we're working on it.""Are you?""The Toffer has a detachment of MSDF soldiery protecting it around-the-clock. We have a few grumblers, but Ingmar's been giving discounts and free drinks to his security and active military personnel.""As a reward and gesture of good feelings, or as incentive to not conveniently 'disappear' when the mob comes knocking?""...you Shadows are a very pessimistic lot.""Can't help it. Have you met my master?">Crantz and Stern"Oh, gods, not you too...""They saved the lives of our younglings. It'd be rude not to check up on them.""The same words came out of Wing Commander Belka and General Sho for the fifth time this week.""...I was just gonna get them a fruit basket while they convalesce.""That makes you the most sensible one out of them. I'm up to my ears in requests for them to be transferred into Blitz Squadron or reassigned to a yet-to-be-named ranger company.""...for what it's worth, I'd think that crashing a ship would preclude them from hopping in what few fighters you have.""Not according to Belka. She's convinced that the fact that they made it down from atmo with hemorrhaging systems gives them enough of a shot.""Point. But if I'm allowed to be biased, they did a good job of holding their own on the ground.""...you angling for something, Gaelle?""Beyond your planet-hopping plan, what've you got in mind for anti-slavery infiltration operations?""...I'm pouring myself another drink.">>5659902At the time of the cutoff, the vote for escorting and protecting relief fleets won out.
>>5659953Alright, thanks for the conversation snippets, Boss! Here’s hoping we can hear Ingmar’s and the comedic relief’s stories eventually.
>>5659119>>5659134>>5659139>>5659140>>5659151>>5659179>>5659199>>5659268>>5659313>>5659343>>5659352>>Intelligence of the most pertinent raiders in the sector:>Ebruchi – nomadic marauders that ply the edges of the Outer Rim and Wild Space. Speciesim is a foreign concept to them, as they consider members of other races in their pirate crews as fellow Ebruchi.>Ssi-ruu – a reptilian race with strange castes and customs, striking from the edge of the galaxy into the Unknown Regions in order to take resources and expand their territory.>Tof – a humanoid species of conquerors and slavers originating from the Firefist Sector, they have carved themselves portions of the northeastern Unknown Regions as their own little principality.>Vagaari – a nomadic species with their core territory south of Chiss space, their empire is built on the suffering, exploitation (and sometimes extermination) of all who are not Vagaari.>>Respectively, each of them have their own tactics:>Ebruchi – rely on ships no larger than frigates in small groups rather than fleets, favoring speed, maneuverability and ‘death by a thousand cuts’ over staying power.>Ssi-ruu – opportunistic hit-and-run raiders that rely on swarms of droid fighters and ion cannons to tie up their enemies’ guns and disable their ships.>Tof – extensively favor using overwhelming firepower to intimidate their prey, closing the distance between ships to carry out shock assaults and boarding actions.>Vagaari – their ships’ hulls are lined with ‘living shields’ containing slaves and prisoners to deter enemies from firing on innocents. The victims’ screams are broadcast on all channels to demoralize their opponents. Their larger ships have mass shadow generators that can interdict a ship out of hyperspace.Of course, you aren’t about to immediately hop back into the Albatross and fly off-world. The next shipment of foodstuffs and medical supplies to Ulsind won’t be for another standard day. That leaves you with thirty hours for the Albatross to get a full victualing, as well as a thorough calibration of…well, everything.The MSDF doesn’t have the facilities to perform extensive upgrades (yet), but getting the ship close to one-hundred precent functionality should hopefully be enough. In all candor, a boarding action would be more preferable, but you’re not aiming to take trophies or salvage. That comes secondary to getting the victims of Ulsind the supplies they desperately need.Breaking the news to the crew of the Albatross isn’t difficult in the slightest. All of them, but especially Elba and Suzel, are raring to go and help. They'd been more than happy to go along with whatever missions you (the Jedi Triumvirate) had to accomplish, but this hits home for them. And hey, it certainly gives you some credit in helping them burn off any lingering resentment as former slaves of the Tof.(cont.)
>>Line Break“The flight plan the convoy head filed with us says that we’ve gotta make a stop before we hit Ulsind,” the Nagai says the day before the journey. On a palm-sized holoprojector, he brings up a map of the local subsector, and highlights the path the convoy would be taking. “We’re dropping out here – System 19A-KJ. Gas giant with nothing more than barren worlds and a few asteroid belts.”“I thought it would’ve been a straight jump,” opines Ceyla. “And no more than a few hours of transit.”“Explanation,” offers HK-82, “Due to spatial disturbances, the edges of the Veil Nebula are interfering with hyperspace travel. It was only after careful and deliberate consideration to take the long way around.”Elba coughs, shaking his head roughly before crossing his arms. Nobody needs a translation to understand that he agrees. Traveling through the nebula would be a navigational hazard. They have the unfortunate tendency to obfuscate senor arrays and interfere with communications.But what does go unspoken is the fact that System 19A-KJ is the perfect spot for an ambush.“…we aren’t carrying any cargo, are we?” Trykov suddenly asks. “Insofar as being a part of the convoy. We’re just playing the role of escort.”He's correct. Much as you’d like to load up the cargo hold, you’d rather keep the ship light. Jettisoning cargo isn’t something you’d see doing if you needed to escape – the ship’s fast enough for that. Space on a ship’s a luxury and a premium, and you’d rather have it in the event of an emergency.Besides, it’d be the mark of a piss-poor convoy if they had to outsource cargo space.You nod to each of the crew. “We shouldn’t be anticipating trouble, but I want everyone to be ready for it. That means gunners in the hotseats, ECM cranked up to the maximum, and all the fancy flying that Suzel can pull out of the ship.”To Ceyla, you place a hand on her shoulder, and come down to her level. “If we need to carry out a boarding action, I want you stay close. No going out of my sight, and no going ahead of me. But the second things get too hot, I want you to run back to the ship. No heroics, understand?”She nods. “Yes, master.”You give her a little smile. “I'm not doubting you at all. You've done well for yourself on the Chiller and Dweem-”“Eugh. Please don’t remind me of the Dweemons.”"...fair enough.">>During your free day before the mission, what do you wish to do? [Choose one]>Check in with the Kakari to see how they’ve settled in.>Find and spend some time with Arotta on a proper date.>Custom option. [Write-in.][VOTE OPEN FOR EIGHT HOURS]
>>5660026>Check in with the Kakari to see how they’ve settled in.
>>5660026>Find and spend some time with Arotta on a proper date.
>>5660026>Custom option. [Write-in.]>Take Arotta to meet the Kakarit properly. It might not be a proper date, but it feels wrong for them to not meet after having endured the same terrors on that planet.
>>5660026>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in with the Kakarit.No reason we couldn't do this I think. Here's hoping we can get a moment alone with her after all the formalities.
>>5660026>Find and spend some time with Arotta on a proper date.Write-ins are good, but I'm more curious about what's in store with this one alone.
>>5660026>Find and spend some time with Arotta on a proper date.Nice to see this back.
>>5660009what the hell vagaari>>5660026>>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in with the Kakarit.
>>5660026>>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in with the Kakarit.
>>5660026>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in with the Kakarit.
>>5660026>Find and spend some time with Arotta on a proper date.Let's get some sweet fluff.
>>5660026>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in with the Kakarit.Hee hoo, write ins!
>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in with the Kakarit.
>>5660117>>what the hell vagaariKek. Their tactics certainly make the Tof look almost saintly in comparison.Highly recommend reading "Survivor Quest" and "Outbound Flight" by Timothy Zahn if you want to see them in action.Writing...
>>5660612Can't find Survivor Quest, but I'll read Outbound Flight. These fuckin guys tho>pic related
>>5660627I gotchu homie.https://files.catbox.moe/gxtx1z.epub
>>5660033>>5660038>>5660049>>5660054>>5660059>>5660061>>5660099>>5660117>>5660206>>5660248>>5660287>>5660305>>5660405>>5660590>>Invite Arotta to accompany you as you check in on the KakariNujem spots you first. The young kalleran waves excitedly, tugging at his master’s robes. “Master Farren, Ceyla! Hey, we’re over here!”Said master snorts. Even from across the berth, you can see Arotta rolling her eyes as she cuffs her padawan’s shoulder. “Don’t go making a ruckus.”It’s been a month since your departure and return to Amagi, but much has changed. As they approach the Albatross, you spy the length of a padawan braid hanging around Nujem’s wrist like a bracelet. In contrast, the little length of beads that hung along Arotta’s montrals is nowhere to be found.You grin. It seems like she kept her promise – she’d passed her trials and became a Jedi Knight, all in the time it took you to come back from the Empire.Nujem breaks ranks with his master, running towards Ceyla with outstretched arms. “Ceyla! Look, I’m a padawan now!”She sighs, but smiles ruefully, reciprocating the gesture with an ‘omph’ as they collide. “Congrats, Nujem. You must’ve worked really haAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!”Your hand drops instinctively to your lightsaber as she breaks away, screeching bloody murder as she scrambles at the back of her neck. “Ceyla, what-?!”Arotta’s palm meets the front of her head in a meaty smack and a groan of consternation. Red-faced and furious, the miraluka produces a runny ice cube. And Nujem, the little brat, has the guts to look completely and utterly unapologetic.“We have ice now!” he declares triumphantly, “The MSDF took the Chiller back from the Tof, so we can have cool pillows like the one Luaine made you-”He yelps, ducking as a vindictive Ceyla winds her arm and throws the ice cube back towards him. The kalleran has all of two seconds to realize his mistake as he books it, your padawan hot on his heels.“NUJEM CLAVIS,” screeches your aggrieved padawan, “GET BACK HERE AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN!”…on the one hand, it seems that Nujem’s recovered from the trauma he experienced on the Chiller. He doesn’t seem to be struggling with the moral quandary of his “pranks” being used to kill people that were trying to kill him.…on the other hand…ah, what the hell.…watching him run away with his latest victim brings back memories of more pleasant times when it was just you, Master Larid and the brat pack.No Jedi Purge. No Sith....bliss.Arotta idles up beside you with a grimace. “Yeah, uh…sorry about that. I felt his excitement through the Force, but I thought it was to see Ceyla again.”Pulling your hand away from your lightsaber, you chortle dryly. “Better learn quickly. Nujem loves pranks almost as much as lightsaber practice.”"...I know that look on your face, pink skin. You ain't mad, are you?"(cont.)
>>5660712>Oh no, I'm livid. Furious even. I'm sure Master Larid is rushing here right now to see what the trouble is.>Oh you can't sense it? No surprise there, perhaps my Padawan can offer you advice~
>>5660712That’d be too strong a word. If anything, you almost pity him. “Give it a few seconds, we’re about to get some quality entertainment.”It actually takes four, but your promise comes true. There’s no warning as the loading hatch to the Albatross slams open and hits the ground with a sharp BANG. Rushing off the ship like bats out of hell, Suzel, Elba, and Trykov have their weapons drawn and at the ready. They could only have heard Ceyla’s shriek and assumed the worst.And as the Jedi don’t believe in luck or coincidence, it must have been nothing short of the will of the Force for Nujem’s flight from Ceyla to take him right into their path.“Kid, you alright?!” shouts the Clone, eyes sharp and alert. “We heard screaming-!”“Get him!” Ceyla points to Arotta’s padawan with a fierce snarl.Said padawan only realizes that he might have bitten off more than he could chew seconds before Elba scoops him up like a sack of potatoes and roars mere inches away from his face.“Whoa, hey!” yelps the kalleran, cringing as far away from the wookiee’s mouth. “Call ‘em off! Cey, it was just a prank! Just a prank!”Suzel is unimpressed. The nagai scratches himself with the pommel of his knife, making a show of picking at his fingernails. “Just a prank, huh? Kind of prank has someone screaming that loud this early in the morning?”Arotta tenses, fingers twitching towards her lightsaber. But you shake your head and grin, waving over to your crew. “Alright, alright. Play nice, guys. He just slipped an ice cube down Ceyla’s shirt.”“…yeah, nah, sorry boss. That’s the death penalty right there.”His master doesn’t think it’s nearly as funny. While she doesn’t draw her lightsaber, she still stomps over towards the group. “I’m only gonna ask once for you to put down my padawan.”Okay, fun time’s over. You nod to Elba, who growls once final time before dropping Nujem to the ground. He nearly trips over himself scurrying away, right behind Arotta like a frightened child hiding behind his sister’s robes.“Oi.” She nudges her padawan, mouth thin and brow sharply furrowed. “You got something to say?”Nujem swallows nervously, wiping wookiee spittle off of his face. “…yes, master.” Then, to Ceyla: “Hey, uh…sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you that badly.”“…apology accepted.” Ceyla looks like she’s still out for blood but decides to grant him a measure of her magnanimous mercy. Then, she sighs, shoulders sagging as the fight drains from her body. Turning to the crew, she smiles ruefully. “Sorry for scaring you. I’ve been…a little on edge since Dweeeeeeuh…since we left.”It's hard not to wince. Flustered and het up, she only just catches herself before she reveals where you’d been to Nujem and Arotta. You make a mental note to work on reinforcing and remembering OpSec during your next practical training.(cont.)
But the others others relax, lowering and holstering their weapons. No better time to interject, clapping your hands to get everyone’s attention. “Master Bashur and I are going to visit the Kakari. She was planning to leave Padawan Clavis with the ship while we were gone, and pick him up when we got back.”Nujem suddenly looks (understandably) nervous as the gazes of Ceyla, Trykov, Elba and Suzel suddenly bear down upon him like an extra force of gravity.“Nothing’s changed in that regard, despite a rough first impression.” You pat him on the shoulder, then address both padawans. “No lightsaber dueling and frivolous Force abilities while we’re gone unless it’s an absolute emergency.”“What he said,” grouses Arotta, but she levels each one of the crew the stink eye. “Fair’s fair that you got him back for the prank, but if I see as much as one scratch on him…”They get the message. Trykov remains indifferent, but Suzel and Elba give Nujem a look that makes their feelings about the matter clear.“And behave yourself, you hear?” she adds, pointing specifically towards her padawan. “Don’t make me come back earlier than I have to.”>>New Nest, Kakari Enclave, Great Plains>>Amagi, Mylus System, Unknown Regions (H-3)Amagi is a relatively underdeveloped planet. Beyond Serano Spaceport, the only other major cities and settlements are shantytowns and slums servicing the extraction of a resource. Living on plantation-style manors, the Tof only allowed for the construction of the bare minimum of housing for the slaves set to mining or farming. And while there’s an intercontinental railway network for most of the cities, as well as dedicated fusion power plants, there is a noticeable shortage of higher-end industries.But, you digress. Those are all matters of internal policy and development for other people to worry about.The Alliance had given the Kakari an area of roughly five thousand square kilometers to do with as they saw fit. By all accounts, it’s a mere fraction of the 350 square kilometers that comprises the surface area of Amagi. Any other group might have complained, but it’s certainly far more generous than seven hundred refugees would expect. Certainly far more open-aired and less constrained than the original block that Archon Sanada had initially offered.As you bring your speeder through the countryside, you spy grazing herds of sniztrix under the watchful eye of bronka-riders. Farmers drive walzors, ploughing the fields and sowing seeds into the upturned earth. And in the backdrop, the mountaintops cast long shadows across the Great Plains, and the emerging settlement of New Nest.“For a celebratory get-together for us becoming Knights, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Arotta snarks.In spite of her words, her tone doesn’t have any bite. “Considering how you survived together on Kakarit, I thought having you go unintroduced would feel...wrong, y'know?”(cont.)
>>5661768So, is the official line for this “Date” is that we’re meeting with the Kakari and Troxl to talk about a possible field trip with the younglings? Because I kinda want to have another field trip to the Globus, eventually, to let the Mercantors see what kids on their bridge would be like.Preferably when they’re not fighting the Tof.
Wew lads, I just speedread the prior threads.Kaz, you’re an inspiration to a rookie QM like myself! Can’t wait to take an active role as a player as we move ahead…
>>5662065Welcome aboard m8, we're glad to have you. What quests you got in mind you wanna run, if any? Some cape-shit? Fantasy? Sci-fi? Maybe even a base builder...
>>5662108Actually I’m already running my quest, it’s on the catalog right now.I’d rather not out myself though, don’t want to be a distraction in Kaz’s thread!
>>5662065>Kaz, you’re an inspiration to a rookie QM like myself!I feel bad for your players if you're taking after his update schedule then :^)
Out of curiosity I wonder how long Kaz will have this quest span depending how things happen? all the way to 4 ABY?
>>5662113Well shit man, you got a name? Hit me up b
>>5661768She huffs, crossing her arms. “Yeah, no thanks to them. You’d think that after everything, they’d actually approach us and not sneak around stealing our supplies.”Certainly a valid point. The whole mess could have been mitigated if the Kakari had actually approached either the Separatists or Republic forces to warn them about the fruit. Not that the Separatists would have listened given their prior track record of dealing with native populations. Or even the Republic’s most advanced protocol droid to understand them without the late Grand Shamanka Bos using the power of the spirits to absorb the knowledge of how to speak Galactic Basic.But in your gut, you have a feeling that the late High King Trax’s policy would have been to just hope that the fighting blew over without risking exposure – all the more justified given how the force entity calling itself Jombaral was actually on-planet and hunting them down. Still, based on his incoherent rambling in the Chamber of the Godseye, you wouldn’t put it past the deluded lizard to think that things would simply just go away and return to what passed for “normal”.You reach over the middle, and squeeze Arotta’s hand. “No more perfect of an opportunity to mend the bridge, then.”Located in the Great Plains thirty kilometers away from Serano Spaceport and five from the closest railway station, the Kakari Enclave is nestled securely in the valley of the Zhaman Mountains. It’s a picaresque sight, with snowcapped mountains that just miss the clouds, and pockets of green that dot lime-grey hillocks and lakes. Breathing in deeply, the air is dry, but crisp and fresh, far more palatable to the lungs than the industrialized spaceport.At the gates of New Nest, a pair of Kakari guards stand alert, straightening as you bring the speeder to a stop. Curiously, you spy E-5 blasters in their hands, almost comically small compared to their relative size. You wonder where they might have gotten them, and then conclude that the Mercantors must have donated a surplus from the hold of the Globus.You don’t recognize them, but they very much recognize you. Fumbling at a radio, one of the pair intones lowly: “Sings-of-Devouring-Darkness and a guest.”Arotta seems to be more curious of the nickname than the dismissal. At her pointed look, you try not to flush as you drive into the settlement. “…long story. Don’t worry about it.”New Nest could be charitably described as a work in progress. The buildings seem to be arranged in no particular order, with narrow alleyways snaking between them with little rhyme or reason. Only a handful of houses are made of wood or stone, few of which look like permanent dwellings. Most are ramshackle structures made from sheet metal, crudely welded together and sealed from the elements.(cont.)
But the Kakari have taken to their new home with gusto. The air is thick with the smells of cooking fires, intermingling with the earthy, gritty tones of the Plains. Carts full of mined ores, stone and lumber wheel in and out of the city gates. Children run around through the streets, with their parents hot on their heels. Day workers and laborers swap stories with their elders, hissing in an odd mix of Basic and their own guttural Kakarit tongue.Many stop to stare you drive along the main thoroughfare – whether or not they’re staring at the speeder, Arotta, or Sings-of-Devouring-Darkness remains a mystery only the Force could solve.Passing into the heart of the settlement, your eyes are drawn to a trio of cargo haulers that had landed in the market square. Their reactors still hummed with power as their crews worked tirelessly to unload their cargo. Soldiers in the livery of the MSDF had organized a neat queue, their expressions ranging from apprehension to friendly curiosity.It is an expression reflected back to them by the Kakari. For an overwhelming majority of both parties, it will be their first time meeting a new species. There is an awkwardness that doesn’t quite nearly go away completely, but it pales in comparison to a very palpable sense of goodwill between the two groups.One by one, the MSDF hand out supplies, foodstuffs and other amenities to the townsfolk, and taking orders for what they hadn’t brought. You spy crates of food, sacks of ferrocrete, and other relatively low-level amenities being given to the thronging crowds. In turn, carts full of ores and stone are loaded onto the transport. It’s trade agreement that overwhelmingly favors the Kakari, but still allows for them to provide and earn their keep on Amagi without feeling like a burden.“Hearts and minds,” mutters Arotta.But her expression is complicated. “Something wrong?”She grimaces. “Not with me or the Kakari.”“Then what?”Arotta glances to make sure nobody’s eavesdropping. Then, in a low voice, continues: “You used your connections with the Archon to get the Kakari their own bit of land. And that’s all fine and dandy since you helped the MSDF get their independence. Nobody denying that.”“…so what’s the problem?”She sighs, glancing towards the cargo haulers. With the way her brow twitches, you can tell that she’s carefully considering the next words to come out of her mouth. “Nobody’s got a problem with the Kakarit, per se. They’re more than welcome on Amagi. Only thing is that there’s been some…jealousy from the newer arrivals.”“Jealousy?” You stare, utterly perplexed. Racking your brain doesn’t come up with any immediate reason for anyone to be jealous…but you recall your earlier conversation with Archon Sanada and it hits you like a sucker punch to the gut. “...oh, Force me.”(cont.)
“Yep,” says Arotta with an audible pop of her lips, “The Kakari got a pretty good deal – an autonomous enclave for their species that’s allied with the Alliance and pays a nominal tax, but otherwise has the freedom to do whatever the hell they want.”You bring your hand to your face, rubbing the side of your temples as a headache begins to form. “The Kakari barely invented aqueducts, not even spaceflight or hyperdrive theory before Jombaral forced them underground! It’d be too much to simply expect them to just....join.”…not to mention the fact that almost four thousand years of living in fear of extinction have left them jumpy and fiercely protective of their culture. Even if they’re more than happy and smiling as they trade supplies with the soldiery.“The Kakari will pay tithe for living on the planet, and send soldiers to march with you. But we will not be deprived of who we are. Allies, yes. Assimilated? Never.”“There’s a silver lining though,” adds Arotta with a wave of her hand, “It’s only the newer arrivals. The initial three million? They all fought and bled together for their independence, so they’re pretty happy to stick together in the MSDF. Fight together, die together, be free together.”“…and the new arrivals didn’t have that camaraderie,” you conclude. "Or won't for a long time."“Got it in one.” Arotta grins, showing the edges of her teeth. “Funny how war brings unlikely people together and makes ‘em all friends – different species of slaves against the Tof…Clones and Jedi against Separatists and the Sith…”It’s painful to watch her deflate into a bundle of tense emotions. Literally. The white-knuckled grip she has on your hand starts to hurt.“…dammit, now I’ve made myself all upset,” she grumbles, “Could’ve sworn I was going somewhere else with that comparison.”“…Scrapper Squad still considers you and Master Kosa their rightful leaders,” you comfort her. “If not their friends.”Arotta snorts, rubbing at the corner of her eyes. “…damned fools. But you better do me a solid and let me know when you find Jombaral. I’m gonna carve my name into her heart and count the rings before I set her on fire.”An exceedingly unbecoming statement for a Jedi Knight, but one you can understand and sympathize with. “Get in line.”Her lips pull back in a fierce snarl. And for the briefest moment, you’re taken back to your fateful meeting in the sewers of the Heart of Kakarit, deep in the throes of her madness. “She owes me for the 57th Elite Corps. Almost six thousand clone troopers that she brainwashed into serving her, twisting them into those…things.”(cont.)
The three of you watch, horrified as Marcs’ skin begins to ossify. Pink and soft flesh ruptures and breaks, giving way to dull, brown layers of what looks like bark. It’s disturbingly organic, and fast as it acts, enveloping the clone within an exoskeleton of mutating, twisting fibers. With a hand that’s more branch than not, he manages to stand, giving you one last look at his face.“...can't scavenge...a GoOd..." he strains as he somehow grips his pistol and aims towards you. His eyes are glassy, unfocused and empty, weeping just before they’re completely sealed by the wooden helmet. “...sOlDiEr...fOlLoWs...OrDeRs...rEn...” You don’t say anything. The Force bond between you speaks volumes beyond what words can. Inexperienced as you are in the arts of romance, you can still show solidarity. Delicately extricating your hand from hers, you bring your arm around her shoulder, and pull her against you. Arotta doesn’t struggle, even as she scowls and sulks.After a profound silence, she speaks, first flatly, then plaintively: “…revenge isn’t the Jedi way. So’s possessing stuff. But…they were my men. They didn’t deserve that.”…if it’s any consolation, Tarkin’s Base Delta Zero would have instantaneously killed anyone caught in the blast zone. If there’d been any cognizant thoughts left in the Children of Jombaral, they wouldn’t have felt the pain of the bombardment.But you do not say those things. You merely pull Arotta closer against you.>>Line BreakMuch to your surprise, the Kakari had salvaged the Obsidian Throne of the Chieftain-King from Nest’s End. How they managed to fit its considerable mass into one of Octavia’s Sheathipedes is nothing short of a mystery, but it would be the “Wise King” who would have accomplished it. And as befitting of such a throne, the gathering hall of the Chieftain-Kings has been lovingly and carefully built with nothing short of the finest craftsmanship.The incumbent king holds his court, sitting atop the throne with a keen and hawkish eye. Troxl has foregone the elaborate headdress and ritual clothing he’d worn to that meeting with Sanada. Dressed in flexible and comfortable linins, the Kakari and his court observe a holotank demonstration, presented by an MSDF engineer. You’ve come in at the moment where the twi’lek launches into the benefits of having working electricity.But your arrival, quiet as you intended it to be, does not go unnoticed. As the presenter pauses to take a deep breath, Troxl raises a hand. “Break for recess. Thirty minutes.”As one, the court stands and disperses, breaking into cliques and whispering about what they’d just learned. The engineer is left flustered, but recovers quickly enough, slinking away after he turns off the projector.Troxl stands, descending from his throne. “Sings-of-Devouring-Darkness! Here, in the flesh before me.”“Your majesty.” You and Arotta both bow.(cont.)
>"Hey, Troxl, I think I found a replacement ingredient for the seed removal medicine, if you don't mind it coming up the other way instead... You ever heard about the Peko Peko Albatross and it's skin and feathers?"
Once again Interregnum sneaks up on me at the worst possible moment. I love you all.
>>5655921Rahm Kota was brilliant in a dozen different ways and pre-Order 66 was merely 'eccentric' rather than 'off his rocker'.
>>5663702>Rahm Kota was brilliant in a dozen different ways and pre-Order 66 was merely 'eccentric' rather than 'off his rocker'.He was eccentric in a way that agreed with the Council, that's the only reason he was given treatment as favorable as he was. And again, if you're a canon/filonifag then Anakin was knighted like 5 weeks after Geonosis AND trained ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ the being most devoted to the ideals of the Republic and Light Side of the Force in that time, so there's no excuse for him not to be a Master by war's end.
>>5663944Yeah no, I really don't understand why they had such a problem with making him a master. It's just a title at the end of the day, not to mention he was already enjoying most of the powers and privileges associated with being a Master at that point.
>>5662650The Kakari’s lips curl into a grin. “None of that. Stand up, Jedi Wanderer! Stand tall and proud. King though I may be, but a legend bows to no one.”Now you know he’s deliberately taking the piss out of you. He’d done the same dog-and-pony show of hyping you up when he debriefed you about the death of his father.And wouldn’t you know it? His Basic’s improved in leaps and bounds since your departure. There’s the long, elongated ‘ssss’ sounds that occasionally manifest, but you can hardly blame him. With a tongue that long, and a jaw that sharp, one would be hard-pressed to speak normally.Troxl’s eyes turn towards Arotta. His eyes widen with a flash of recognition. “I remember you. You were the one who wolfed down so many fruits, and chased me through the jungle when I stole them away.”Your lover coughs harshly, ears burning red. But she makes an acerbic retort: “Wasn’t just the fruits, your highness. You guys flinched half a metric ton of MREs from our supply depot.”The king shrugs. “Perhaps, perhaps not. It might have been a vision that the False Mother bestowed upon you.”Now that’s interesting. In spite of the distance between Amagi, Kakarit and wherever the hell Jombaral went, Troxl isn’t about to use her real name.But Arotta grins. “I like this one, pink skin.”Ten years ago, you might have made a smart remark about how one cold-blooded lizard can easily relate to another. And while you think(?) that togruta are reptilian, it wouldn’t be worth the beating you’d get during the next of your spars. Or, if late night holodramas were to be believed, the couch in lieu of sharing a bed.Now, you merely chortle. “Your highness…” you begin, but Troxl cuts you off.“You’ve more than earned the right to use my name.”“…Troxl, then. Right…how’ve you been?”Despite centuries of living under ground, the Kakari seem to be doing well. Their immune systems, weakened by generations of living underground, are slowly adapting to the dry and arid environment of the Great Plains. There had been more than a few health scares, but those affected were largely the elderly and the newborn hatchlings – most had the opportunity to adapt aboard the Globus during the evacuation from Kakarit.The development of New Nest is markedly slow, but nonetheless ongoing. Favoring function over form, the Kakari focus the bulk of their labors on the settlement’s infrastructure, building up walls and clearing space for future projects. One of their ongoing projects is the creation of an artificial river, diverting water from the lakes and rivers formed by mountain snowmelt. As it just so happened, the twi’lek engineer was selling Troxl on building a hydroelectric power plant until they could extend power from the closest fusion reactor.(cont.)
>>5664213Do Togruta ears turn red when embarassed?Do they even have red colored blood?
>>5664271Since Arotta's got blue skin, perhaps her ears would turn purple?
>>5664280Would they not just turn a deeper shade of blue?
>>5664271I don't think Togruta even have fleshy ears. They use their montrals for hearing.
Clearly, the questions we have deserve to be researched quite thoroughly. Thankfully, I have acquired an assistant willing and able to assist us with our queries regarding the physiology of the average Togruta.
>>5664213But it hasn’t all been without difficulty. Beyond the tensions of the MSDF, food is an ongoing concern. There had only been so much time and not enough space in the shuttles to evacuate livestock onto the Globus. Spores and seeds of mushrooms and lichens from the World Beneath don’t take so easily to the soil of Amagi. While the Kakari aren’t in danger of starving with continued deliveries of MREs, it’s still a concern that has the Enclave rationing what supplies they have.“Your master also visited,” says Troxl, folding his claws into his sleeves, “To pay his respects to the Communion of Spirits.”“And how’d that turn out?” Privately, you know that he hadn’t been the keenest on them. Even if they aren’t an analogue to the Nightsisters, the fact that the Communion could meld their minds into a gestalt entity and call the spirits of the dead even disquieted you.But the Kakari hums, adopting a pensive expression. “Words were exchanged, and tea was shared across the bonfires beneath the sky. But I cannot speak more on the matter. The Communion have since gone into mourning for the late Grand Shamanka.”…you release a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding, even as your heart unexpectedly clenches at the mention of Bos.>The meeting goes over well, and the Kakari seem to be adapting well enough.>>Line BreakMylus had already begun to set by the time that the pair had left the Enclaves. Halfway back to Serano Spaceport, in the speeder flinched from Kessel, the tension between the lovers snaps and boils over in an explosion of emotions.In a little secluded cliffside, overlooking the vast expanse of the Great Plains, Farren Gaelle and Arotta Bashur come together into each other’s arms.Here, in this moment, there are no plots or ruminations, schemes or far-flung plans. There is only the feverish warmth of her body, and the achingly familiar way it contours and contrasts against your own. Your lips meet hers, and in the confines of the little speeder, the universe becomes perfect.After an eternity, it finally ends. Pulling away for air, you gasp: “I missed you.”Arotta’s chest heaves as she laughs, and her hand comes up to cup your face. “Didn’t need to tell me that…but I missed you, too.”>>The Day of the Relief Mission…The convoy heading towards Ulsind consists of four cargo freighters carrying crucial supplies to relieve the famine. Accompanying them is a starfighter squadron of twelve, with three assigned to protect each ship. However, the squadron is a mixed bag in terms of experience. It wasn’t just that some had prior experience before becoming slaves, but that said “experience” was with haulers, not starfighters.(cont.)
Is this a cuck quest?
>>5664370It is the hope of Wing Commander Belka that a combination of sim time and these low-level patrols would be enough for the rookies to cut their teeth on. So far, it seems to be working. The MSDF only lost ten ships and eighteen pilots by the time they retook the Chiller. The loss of hardware isn’t too much of an issue – the diplomats worked out another deal with the Teladi to sell the Alliance mothballed fighters.Suzel pulls the Albatross out of Amagi’s gravity well, setting a course towards the convoy. He coughs twice and clears his throat before reaching for the comm. “Jolt-Leader, this is Albatross. How copy, over?”“Jolt-Leader reads you, five-by-five.” The reply comes smoothly from the squadron leader, a Falleen named Ashim. “Try to keep up with us.”If he rolled them any harder, the Nagai’s eyes would’ve fallen out of his head. “That’s the plan.” He hits another button, switching frequencies to the convoy. “Convoy-Lead, this is Albatross. How copy, over?”The reply comes smoother, without the inflection of an adrenaline-huffing flyboy. “Loud and clear. Glad to have you with us, Albatross. Transmitting jump coordinates now…”“…coordinates received. We’re locked in and ready to go when you are.”“That’ll be within the minute. Standby for our signal…”The cockpit of the Albatross is buzzing with activity. S-19 beeps and chirps from its station, communicating with HK-82 and B-33 as they crunch numbers and oversee subsystems and ongoing processes. Even Ceyla has her own role to play, eyeing the astrogation computer as best she can. You occupy the sensor array, keeping a sharp eye on the on-board ECM and scanners for the first sight of trouble.Tapping at the comm, you call, “Elba, Trykov. We’re about to jump. You guys good?”The query is met with a “yes, sir” and an inarticulate grunt. They’ve both taken to the dorsal and ventral turrets.“Ceyla, how about you?”Through the burgeoning Force bond, you can sense her unease and apprehension, warring with the stoicism expected of a Jedi. But your words seem to tip the balance. Your padawan flashes a thumbs-up before returning to her work.“All hands, prepare to jump…” announces Suzel, making the last preparations. The convoy lead has already jumped, with the escort hot on their heels. As the ship falls in line with the rest of the convoy, their engines similarly glow with the tell-tale color of a hyperdrive charge. “Accelerating to hyperspace in three…two…one!”The universe above your head reels and elongates as Suzel punches the hyperdrive. As the individual points of the stars lengthen, a force presses you against and into your seat…>>Thirty minutes later…“Standby…” Suzel adjusts several manual compensators, “Ready to go back to sublight…cutting us back in…now.”(cont.)
The droids chirp an affirmation. At the same time, the Nagai reverses a large lever on his console. Abruptly, the swirl of hyperspace falls away, and the extended points of light across the skyline return back into the pinpoint lights of distant stars.The stellar body of 19A-KJ is a red giant, late in the stages of its stellar evolution. Its ominous glow blankets the lifeless planets and asteroid fields that swirl in its gravitational embrace. A chill runs down your back. The way its glare plays off the cockpit glass conjures a memory of the Revenant, and the way her lightsaber struck with unrelenting hate and fury.The Albatross isn’t the only ship here. You spy the convoy lead, as well as the IFF signatures of Jolt Squadron. Within the next two minutes, the rest of the convoy arrive. All callsigns report in at the roll call.Everyone has arrived.Now came the next step of the plan – calculating the jump from here to Ulsind without flying through the Veil. A calculation that could hopefully be sped up by the droids on your ship and data-linked computers, but one that hasn’t been done before.If anyone’s been to this system, it must have been decades ago…or so you hope.But perhaps the most difficult thing is the waiting. And you can’t even escape to go meditate. Not with your hands on the triggers your eyes staring at sensor suites in what feels like the longest waiting game you’ve ever played…>Roll 1d100.>Best out of five.I’m so sorry that this took so long to get out.Simultaneously, my writing ran away from me and I got writer’s block.Then IRL slammed into me like a freight train.We will be returning to regular updates.
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>5664395Rolling for some blazing chain
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>5664395Rawlin
>>5664404>>Ren, kinda awkward that you blew me off like that, but fancy meeting you here again in the outer regions! By the way me and my mandalorian buds are just here for perfectly innocuous reasons, no need to investigate us
>>5664371Yes, go the fuck away.
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>5664395Rolls for the roll god
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>56643951
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>5664395uhmm
>>5664404Why does Tzeentch love Farren Gaelle so much bros?
>>5664465Everything is as foretold.
>>5664465Why wouldn't he? He's kicked off a violent rebellion against an established, stagnant polity in the Tof, foiled the generations-long ploy of Jombaral and transplanted an entire species into a completely alien biosphere.It's a whole mess of change and upheaval he's left in his wake, and that stuff is like crack to Tzeentch.
>>5664500Well, when you put it like that, anon, it does seem to make a lot of sense.
>>5664404>I'll just check on the thread so I can outline while eating breakfast-
Anyone want to have fun making up ideas for what we’ll find with a 99? I’m thinking it’s a long lost Tof or Vagaari treasury ship of legend, gone missing after a disaster during hyperspace.
>>5664402>>5664404>>5664422>>5664429>>5664431The radio crackles to life. “All ships, this is Convoy-Lead. We’re too close to the star, and it’s throwing off our readings. Pull back to the edge of the system, and we’ll recalibrate for another jump calculation.”Affirmations come up and down the line. After sounding off, Suzel accelerates the Albatross into a measured pace that keeps the ship abreast of the convoy. Several tense minutes follow, during which the cockpit becomes heavy with a tense silence. Everyone’s eyes are on their respective stations, tracking screens and occasional glimpses to the viewing port.Eventually, you reach the edge of the system, where the interference of the star would be at its weakest. But it isn’t completely gone – the crimson light of 19A-KJ shines faintly off of transparisteel, refracting macabre shapes onto nearby asteroids and other stellar debris. It sits in the backdrop, much like the unease pooling in your guts and blood. “This far enough for y’all?” jokes Jolt-Lead.“Should be,” you reply dourly. Through the data-stream, you share the Albatross’ sensor readings with the rest of the group. “Only thing we have to worry about this far out are asteroids.”In lieu of a planet, the last stellar body in the system is an asteroid belt. Most are fist-sized, pinging harmlessly off the deflector shield with nary a drain in power. But there are still far larger objects that meander at the edge of the gravity well, asteroids that run the gamut from rocks the size of freighters to mountains that could outweigh a Star Destroyer. A cursory scan reveals nothing even remotely resembling a dwarf planet.“…if anyone wants to hit us now…here’d be the place,” Trkykov warns. “Plenty of nooks and crannies for ships to hide in.”Jolt-Lead takes it under advisory. “Keep your eyes peeled, and your fingers on their triggers. Spread out, and keep an eye for any stray rocks coming up at your wingmen’s six. Convoy-Lead, how much time do you need?”“Thirty minutes,” comes the answer. “But we’re also going to be deploying a recon probe to stay here. Just in case we need to come back, or if the green uglies decide to use the system as a staging ground.”You share a glance with Suzel. That hadn’t been in the flight plan, but it makes enough sense at face value. Grabbing the mic, you reply: “Convoy-Actual, confirm method of deployment.”They don’t want it free-floating. That would risk it being crushed in the asteroid field. A team of engineers from one of the freighters would have to touch down on a large enough asteroid to bolt the probe onto its surface. The dish itself isn’t “too” large, but it would still take some time to set it up. And then they’d have to find an asteroid large enough to support and protect the probe.(cont.)
Thankfully, it’s something that can be done without compromising the time to make the jump calculations. As S-19 and the navicomputer begins to run the astrogation check again, the freighter and its fighter escort begin scouting for the perfect asteroid. It takes only five minutes for them to report an ideal candidate – a lumpy, frozen asteroid three times the mass and size of the Albatross. It takes another ten for the freighter to touch down and disgorge the probe and its away team.“Damned shame this wasn’t back on Amagi,” grumbles an MSDF engineer over the comm.That gets some laughs. “We got the Chiller now, so no point in bellyaching.”“But think of how many tons this is! Or how many fighters we could trade for giving this to the Teladi.”“Dibs,” jokes Jolt-Seven, maintaining a gyro-synchronous position around the asteroid with Jolt-Eight and Jolt-Nine.The banter is unprofessional and unbecoming of proper radio etiquette. But it does help bleed some of the tension in your gut. Not completely, though.More minutes follow, occasionally punctuated by more banter. But the cockpit of the Albatross remains dead silent, save for the beeps of S-19 and the noises of the consoles and sensory stations. Progress for the new calculation can’t come fast enough, but it’s nearly finished. It looks like the hyperspace route would be realized before the probe finished-BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.Everyone jumps as the sensor suite beeps a warning. With your heart only inches away from your throat, you swallow and check the computer. You scan for any hostile IFFs, or unknown reactor signatures, only to find nothing of the sort. With a frown, cycle your tools, switching your options from radar to IR/thermal…There! The warning comes from the site of the probe. You spy the thermal signatures of the engineers, and the sight of their fusion torches and equipment boring holes into the ice. Close behind, the freighter comes across as an almost yellow-red light indicative of a dormant reactor on standby. But it hadn’t been any of those that had tripped the warning.The Force remains silent, but your gut churns. “Away team, what the hell are you guys doing down there?”“Digging holes?” The reply is almost annoyed. “We're drilling through the ice to put the bolts in.”“Did you guys do something to the asteroid? It’s heating up! The hell's going on down there?”A flurry of chairs and movement. Ceyla and Suzel abandon their stations, peering over your shoulders to glance at the monitor. The look of utter confusion on their faces mirrors yours.“Break, break!” Convoy-Lead interrupts. “Away team, confirm what the Albatross-”Everything happens at once.Seismic sensors shriek an alarm. “The asteroid just moved!”The thermal bloom comes in gradual, faster pulses. “I…I can see something! The surface is clearing up…”“…the hell…is that coral?”(cont.)
The uneasy feeling in your gut metastases into a desperate action. Convoy-Lead is the one technically in charge, but radio protocol’s been shot to hell. You grab the line and scream: “Everyone, get out of there! Now!”They’re already running, even as the proper order from Convoy-Lead barks an evaucation. The probe and all their equipment are all but forgotten as the away team makes a mad dash towards the freighter. It’s not a graceful sight – in their EVA suits, their steps are ungainly and slippery on the icy surface, amplified by the tremors that run up and down the asteroid.All of a sudden, the asteroid starts to rotate. You can’t hear it, but you could imagine an earth-shattering CRACK as a fissure the size of a river suddenly emerges down the length of the ice. Like the breath of an angry god, superheated gas and steam blasts out of it, scattering those lucky to be far away enough, flash-boiling those too close to the gap.“Jolts Seven through Nine,” Jolt-Leader shouts, the flyboy attitude all but a distant thing of the past, “Break off and get out of there!”But it’s too late.The asteroid’s heat approaches a brilliant yellow-white on IF/thermals. Almost all of the ice has melted, revealing a pock-marked surface scared by years of repeated collisions with other asteroids. But from those scars, the suite picks up sudden blossoms of heat growing within them. Almost blinded, you hurriedly switch the sights from thermal to visual, zooming as far in as you can for an analysis……the closest thing you can compare it to is a vent at the bottom of oceans near volcanic rifts. It isn’t a far-off comparison – the heat of it easily matches, even surpasses what nature has. The mouth of the vent glows ominously, catching the red light of 19A-KJ before it fires.Jolt-Seven disappears in a stream of heated plasma, and a scream that vanishes in a wet squelch of radio static. Another blast from another mouth consumes the recon probe, and the entirety of the expedition team too slow to reach the freighter. The freighter doesn’t even bother closing the hatch, opening up to a full emergency burn. But it isn’t enough to escape unscathed as more mouths emerge and unleash unrelenting fire.“Ancestors’ blood!” Suzel swears, wide-eyed and horrified as a bolt catches the aft of the freighter. Before your disbelieving eyes, the armor and structure of the ship begins to melt, running like wax as internals and circuitry are exposed to the vacuum of space. “It went right through their shields!”An explosion rocks its rear half, spraying reactor fuel and atmosphere like blood from a wounded animal. It limps vainly, trying to put as much distance as it can behind it and the asteroid. And then, in almost direct violation of the laws of physics, the asteroid moves. Devoid of the ice and frozen gasses, it races towards the wounded freighter, hissing and spitting fiery death.(cont.)
AHHHHThis is horrifying
I THOUGHT YOU WANTING THE BEST OF FIVE MEANT SOMETHING GOOD KAZ WHY
Jolt-Eight reacts faster than Nine. The fighter streaks through space, blasting at the asteroid with all its lasercannons. Most miss. What few hit either glance off or only do superficial damage. In desperation, it launches a pair of proton torpedoes before breaking off from its attack run. The asteroid is fast, but the torpedoes are faster, closing in with every passing heartbeat…“Sithspit!” Ceyla swears explosively as the asteroid turns on a dime, kicking itself into an impossible angle to allow the torpedoes to pass harmlessly above it. “How in the hell-?!”The wounded freighter doesn’t even bother calling in a mayday. Its dorsal turret fires ineffectively as the ship approaches, buying time for what few escape pods can be launched. The asteroid spins ominously, its mouths spitting thermal projectiles that tear the ship apart in a violent explosion.“No!” screams Convoy-Lead. His despair lasts only for another few heartbeats before professionalism wins over. “All ships, scatter!”S-19 beeps a sharp warning. The calculation for the jump to Ulsind isn’t finished! But nobody pays the astrodroid any heed. Suzel nearly trips over himself, cursing as he launches himself into his seat, and gooses the Albatross to maximum sublight burn. The inertial dampeners only do so much, throwing you back into your seat, and poor Ceyla onto the floor with a pained yelp.Straining against the sudden acceleration, you grab at the console and cycle to tactical overview. Jolt-Eight and Nine are in trouble – the asteroid chases Eight, who does everything in his power to try and dodge. Struggling behind is Nine, desperately trying to angle a shot. But they're running on borrowed time - there's only so many corkscrew maneuvers and escapes they can pull before g-lock gets the better of them.“All fighters,” shouts Jolt-Lead, voice raw with grief and anger, “Target the asteroid! Protect the remaining freighters with everything you’ve got!”>>What do you wish to do?>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)>Order an emergency jump for all ships back to Amagi. (Retreat)>Standby for S-19 to complete the Ulsind jump calculations. (Wait)>Custom option. [Write-in][VOTE OPEN FOR SEVEN HOURS]>>5664808From a certain perspective, this could be a very good thing to have happened. :^)
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)It's a long shot, but if we can coordinate with Jolt Squadron and keep dividing its attention between targets, we might be able to take this thing down.
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)
>>5664816>Standby for S-19 to complete the Ulsind jump calculations. (Wait)that's a big nope from me if this thing can one shot ships.
>>5664816>(Attack)Get some flyboys to fire whatever they've got up the ass of this weaponized Taco Bell binge aftermath, see if it'll slow this thing down.> :^)Fuck you, Palps, you better pay out the ass for removing this shit as well as Jombaral and whatever-the-fuck's going on with Grimlight, you human ballsack filled with murder hornets.
>>5664816>Standby for S-19 to complete the Ulsind jump calculations. (Wait)
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)Try to lead it away from Amagi. Even if we can't scratch it, we can make it the pirates' problem.
>>5664816>Order an emergency jump for all ships back to Amagi. (Retreat)I don’t know what the fuck this thing is nor do I want to find out.
I just had a thought!This thing is shooting superheated plasma, right? THAT'S BASICALLY FIRE! Let's see if we can control it with the Force and direct it back into it's vents!
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)We've probably got the biggest non-torpedo armament out of any ship here on the Albatross.
>>5664848That's an interesting trick to try, but even regular force telekinesis at space ship distances is tough, right?
>>5664850I mean, we'll have to use both our Force Fire power and both of our Kakerox crystals to do it, probably, but it should give us a shot.
>>5664816>>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)Shit the Vohng was wondering if their presence was in the Unknown Regions.
>>5664848>>5664854I don't think we're strong enough for that. Better to just GTFO
>>5664881Don't forget about the two crystals that give us +5 to Force rolls each which we can use twice multiplied by our Force rating, and the native +5 to Alter powers Gaelle has. We should have eleven +5's with our crystals before we'd need to recharge them.
>>5664885I get your point but I’m not sure that Gaelle, recently Knighted with a 2d10 Force pool can bring down a starship even with the crystals from Tree Nam.Like, that’s Starkiller or Vader-type power
>>5664886You're both using the wrong dice and forgetting that our Force rating is at 3. We'd be rolling 3d12, with a +15 to the roll.
>>5664889Oh Jesus, AND I forgot the +4 per rank in Force Fire! So it would be +23 to the roll!
>>5664886Yeah, Hence it's better to cut our losses and run before we're either rolling up a new character or playing as Torok.
>>5664889>>5664891I stand corrected about the mechanics but I honestly think we don’t have the power level to pull this off as a single individual, we’re still just a single Jedi of not especially impressive power.
>>5664891I think it might work to stop an attack, but not enough to, you know, kill this thing.
>>5664902>>5664903We fought a ghost conglomeration of fifty force sensitives in a nexus with a paper thin plan before back on Kakarit, when we didn't even have Mystic Weapon as a power. Why can't this be a similar situation here? And even if it only stops it's attacks, that should give the pilots a chance to kill it. If they can't find the weak point after that, we'll book it, but let's at least see if it's a viable defensive or offensive option.
>>5664906Even with our force powers it's too dangerous to combat. It's plasma lasers are capable of one shotting ships. If we're even hit by one of them we're done for.
>>5664909Well, it's not like we're the one piloting this thing, so theoretically nothing is lost by trying aside from any possible Force backlash...
>>5664816>Standby for S-19 to complete the Ulsind jump calculations. (Wait)>>5664909>>5664906A) this thing is three times the AlbatrossB) Farren isn't Jacen Solo, Kyp Durron, or Luke SkywalkerC) if these are, indeed, the Praetorite Vong, do you really want to be challenging them and alerting them to the Force?D) this isn't a Force Nexus and those are hyper-accelerated jets of super-heated rock, NOT fire
>>5664940Hey, I'm all for fucking off at best haste.
>>5664942Oops, misclick. My arms aren't moving so good right now.
>>5664830>>5664830changing vote to>Order an emergency jump for all ships back to Amagi. (Retreat)
>>5664816The only way this could be good is if this delay makes us miss Vader.
>>5664980>leading whatever this is back to AmagiAre you sure about that?
>>5664982Last thing I was aware of he was on Kessel. We have definitely missed him
>>5664984We have to GTFO. The longer we wait the more ships we lose including ourselves.
>>5664816Fuck it.>Attempt to use Force Pyrokinesis to neutralize the effects of those plasma weapons, giving the pilots a clear shot at that coral. (Force Pyrokinesis)
>>5664989Changing my vote to support this.
>>5664794>>5664816Oh, and if it wasn't entirely clear, this coral is some sort of force sensitive organism capable of using Force Fire, Flight, and Sense on scales that make them viable for space combat. Might even have lightsaber crystals in their ooey gooey centers.
>>5664816>Attempt to use Force Pyrokinesis to neutralize the effects of those plasma weapons, giving the pilots a clear shot at that coral. (Force Pyrokinesis)NO BALLS, NO BLUE MILK
>>5664999How do you know that? For all we know it might be something the QM came up with himself (btw Kaz might commission some art of Farren with Torok or Anakin before every thing went to shit. Or a scene from a previous thread)
>>5665008I'm assuming the lack of propulsion method means it's using the force to move instead of doing some reactionless physics breaking bullshit. And if it's using the force for that, why not other stuff?Also, we rolled a 99. The only good thing that can come from this is potential T6 or T7 Force Tutors, not sure where these abilities would scale. I'm not sure what else we could get from them.
>>5664980>>5664816changing vote back to >>5664830
>>5665024>reactionlessumm. Drilling woke it up, which started up biological reactions that generated a lot of heat. Not sure where you're getting this.
>>5665028>And then, in almost direct violation of the laws of physics, the asteroid moves. Devoid of the ice and frozen gasses, it races towards the wounded freighter, hissing and spitting fiery death.No heated gasses or fuel or ion drive fuckery here. There's heat in the center, but according to scanners it seems independent of propulsion.
>>5665032doesn't that mean it exploded out of its icy shell? Sounds like heated gasses to me.
>>5665028>>5665032Not like there's a faction that uses a gravity-based drive instead of a radiation-based drive.
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)We're here to protect the convoy, if we wanted to play it safe we should've stayed at home.
>>5665035Devoid of gasses and ice. After it loses all of that, it starts moving.>>5665036Because this thing looks so artificial and manufactured. I'd buy Force Fuckery before 'biological equivalent of an extremely rare and unique form of high-physics propulsion.'
>>5665038>Because this thing looks so artificial and manufactured>“…the hell…is that coral?”
>>5664999How the fuck did you come up with that? It's just some ultra-annoyed space Crustacean we woke up by accident.
>>5665038devoid of FROZEN gasses. Meh, just wait for kaz if you're so set on this, you've seen his reaction.
>>5665037Again this thing can melt through shields like paper. We have to flee or wait til our droid plots the jump.
>>5665043Fair enough. Debating with phoneposting is actually painful.
>>5665041>It's just some ultra-annoyed space Crustacean we woke up by accidentI mean technically, yes. A pissed-off space crab full of pissed-off and blood-starved aliens.
>>5665046You think it may be the Vong?
>>5664816>Join Jolt Squadron and engage the mysterious asteroid. (Attack)>Write In>Tell the Freighters to keep an eye out on the asteroid field for more asteroids suddenly rising in temperatures.I have the bad feeling that there is more than one of this things, i am not sure the weapon of the Albatross is good enough for fight this. Maybe in 4-6 passages of firing at it, looks tough. It also big, agile and with plenty of guns.Damn it would be great to have some concussion missiles in this moment....Still the starfighters are unlikely to resist for long against it, we need to intervene and ensure it fight us. Hopefully one or more starfighters will be able to hit it with the torpedos. Maybe we could guide the torpedos with the force for avoid they miss, or have them follow us for then hit the asteroid. I think Anakin did that last trick more than once
>>5665113>intervene and ensure it fight us.Yeah that'll just result in Farren and co getting killed by what ever the fuck that thing is. Again those weapons are able to go through shields like it's nothing. We won't stand a chance against weapons like that.
>>5665044It tore through the shields of a ship at point blank range. Considering it's literally just venting hot gases rather than any coherent form of attack, no way it has anything in the way of range and I doubt it's much for maneuveability, either.Anyway, if we just flee we've wasted all this time (and lives) for literally nothing, not even encountering enemy action (that would at least give us intel). Staying put and waiting for the droid to finish astrogation almost certainly means everyone else gets killed without our help, which would be EXTREMELY out of character for Farren anyway. Joining the attack flight until we either figure out how to kill it or the other freighters chart the course onwards is our best bet.
>>5665046Wut? Where do you see any mention of aliens here?
>>5665137It was firing plasma not venting hot gases .
>>5664816>>5664871>Order an emergency jump for all ships back to Amagi. (Retreat)I'm changing my vote anons making good points.
>>5665137>I doubt it's much for maneuveability>>5664816>torpedoes before breaking off from its attack run. The asteroid is fast, but the torpedoes are faster, closing in with every passing heartbeat…>the asteroid turns on a dime, kicking itself into an impossible angle to allow the torpedoes to pass harmlessly above it
>>5665545Speed, at least.
>>5665051Yup. Google Image Search isn’t just for finding out artists on /d/, y’know? Still, I’m really trying not to use OOC information to solve this.
>>5664821>>5664829>>5664830>>5664838>>5664839>>5664842>>5664844>>5664849>>5664864>>5664871>>5664887>>5664940>>5664980>>5664989>>5665001>>5665025>>5665037>>5665113>>5665182The Albatross hadn’t been anywhere near the asteroid, but Suzel isn’t taking any chances. The order had been to scatter, and he punches the ship as fast as it can, taking her away from the asteroid and beyond the range of any stray fire. His white-knuckled grip on the throttle and the stick doesn’t ease up until the ship’s at the absolute fringes of the sensor array.But before the ship starts to decelerate, you’re already up and out of your chair, hurrying towards your fallen padwan. It doesn’t look like she’s moving, unresponsive in a little heap on the cockpit floor.“Ceyla!” Gingerly turning her over, you recoil at the sight of a gash just right across her forehead. “Ceyla, can you hear me?”First, an incoherent groan of pain. Then, a slow and steady stream of words exceedingly unbecoming of a young lady. She has enough strength to prop herself up, wincing at the screams and shouts of Jolt Squadron and Convoy-Lead on the comm line. “…not so loud, please, Master Gaelle...”“Jolt-Nine has been lost,” reports B-33 with an eerie calm, sensors and photoreceptors spinning as it analyzes the changing battlefield. “Jolt-Three has ejected. Enemy ship is currently making an interception course with the closest freighter, with Jolt Squadron in hot pursuit.”With a tight grimace, you reach for the first-aid kit, ripping it open for bandages and disinfectant. “B-33, analysis! What the hell was that?”>>B-33 makes a Lore (Int) check...3 Int and 0 Ranks...>...fails.The tactical droid pauses, coming to a stop as it processes your request. “Unknown. The ship profile of the enemy matches nothing within this unit’s databanks. Similarly, its method of propulsion is inexplicable by any and all conventional sciences known to the late Republic.”“Statement,” adds HK-82 with an all-too cheery inflection, “It appears that this is a First Contact scenario! Oh, how I have long wished to be part of the historical process facilitating diplomacy between unknown species and polities beyond the Republic’s edges.”…squashing the urge to scream, you change the subject as you bandage Ceyla: “What about its weapons?”>B-33 makes a Warfare (Int) check...3 Int and 2 Ranks...>Succeeds!“This unit detected ten vent-like structures across its hull,” supplies the tac-droid, “All of which bloomed on IR/thermal before projectiles were launched. They appear to be plasma-like thermal weapons, accelerating super-heated materials to inflict heat and kinetic damage.”That explains the freighter melting apart at the seams. “Countermeasures?”“…point-defense would be the most effective. If they can be intercepted before impact, even a light lasercannon would be able to destroy them.”(cont.)
>>5666048Suzel makes a hysterical noise somewhere between a laugh and a choke. “Easy for him to say, huh?”“I agree.” Trykov’s voice cuts in over the intercom, the Clone’s voice grim and wary. “That thing’s mounting ten of those weapons – you’d need one hell of a defensive screen to block them.”That ship has the bulk of a corvette, the firepower of a frigate, and the handling of a Force-damned fighter.But you say none of those things, leaping to your feet. Ceyla comes up, wobbling and steadying herself against you. At the raised brow you give her, she shakes her head. “I’m fine, master. No concussion.”“Check your seatbelt next time,” you say gruffly, but not unkindly.Her cheeks flush, but she scurries back to her seat to do what you said. To Suzel, she complains: “Next time warn me before you do something like that again, okay?”The Nagai rolls his eyes, but his reply doesn’t have any bite. “Sorry about that.”Water under the bridge as far as your concerned. Right now, the Albatross isn’t where it’s supposed to be.“B-33. Transmit what you’ve found to the convoy. Freighters might not have too many turrets, but maybe Jolt-Squadron can make up the difference. All hands, strap in tight. Suzel…” you pause, looking your pilot straight into his eyes. “Get us back in the fight.”To his credit, he doesn’t go completely off the handle. Even as Ceyla and the droids jerk around in their seats to stare as if you’ve grown a second head, your pilot has the decency to palm his face and sigh very heavily. “…you’re sure about that, boss?”You are. It doesn’t matter that this milk run’s been spoiled and spiraled into something beyond the expected. If not for the starving slaves on Ulsind, then for the lives within the surviving ships of the convoy. The duty of a Jedi is to defend and protect – so it had been even before the order had bound itself to the late Republic.From his turret, Elba growls an affirmation. Trykov holds his silence, but you can sense his resolve and training solidifying. Ceyla looks green at the gills, but she swallows her bile, and nods firmly. Even HK-82 has the good sense to remain silent as S-19 and B-33 sound off.“…good thing I clocked in some extra sim time,” Suzel mutters, re-orienting for a shot back into the action. The ship jolts as he opens up the throttle, charting a course directly towards the battle. “Hoo, uh…might’ve been piloting ships lighter than the ’tross, though.”The E-9 hurtles through space, burning at maximum speed on an intercept trajectory, weaving through patches of drifting rock and space debris. A shudder runs through the ship, and the overhead lights flicker as both dorsal and ventral turrets activate with a sharp whine of hydraulics and gyros. Eight kilometers away but fast approaching, the battle has reached a fever pitch.(cont.)
“Bandit’s on my six! I can’t shake him, somebody help me!”“-fire in the hold! Seal the bulkhead and vent atmo to put it out!”“He’s moving too fast, I can barely get a torpedo lock!”“Stay calm and don’t lose your heads! Watch your wingmen!”“Mayday, mayday, calling to any MSDF ships within the sector-”The situation is grim. B-33 reports two intact freighters, and one that barely dodged an attack by the skin of its teeth. It’s still space-worthy, but bleeding fuel and jettisoning cargo all across the asteroid belt. Of the twelve fighters of Jolt-Squadron, only seven remain. Four confirmed kills, with only one pilot ejection.But the asteroid hasn’t escaped unscathed. Scores of blaster fire have gouged holes and pockmarks in its hull, blasting clusters off its pale-slate hull. That meant either minimal or no shields – a small comfort given the ship’s unbelievable responsiveness and agility. Hopefully, it meant the latter.“Three thousand kilometers and closing,” warns B-33. “T-minus ten seconds before we enter optimal firing range-”Your fingers dance across the sensory suite as you crank the ECM up to maximum strength. “Divert all auxiliary power to engines and hold onto your butts!”>>Elba makes a Gunnery (Ag) check, firing the medium lasercannon turret…>>With 2 Agility and 3 Ranks…>…a hit!>>Trykov makes a Gunnery (Ag) check, firing the medium lasercannon turret…>>With 3 Agility and 1 Rank…>…a miss!Too busy closing in on the wounded freighter, the asteroid only notices your arrival at the last second. The Albatross’ dual-linked turrets unleash a barrage of crimson bolts. It’s an intimidation tactic meant to scare it off, but more than a few shots hit, blowing larger chunks off the hull than Jolt-Squadron’s cannons had.But just as the ship finishes its strafing run, it acts. Suddenly, the asteroid fires one of plasma cannons, accelerating a steaming, streaming projectile into the void…but not towards any target. It uses the generated momentum to expose a less-injured hull to your attack. The remaining volley splashes against it, and as it spins, it brings to bear its ‘mouths’ against the Albatross.An alarm goes off from B-33’s station. “Detecting thermal build-up-”>>Suzel makes a Piloting [Space] (Ag) check…>>With 5 Agility and 3 Piloting [Space]…>>...bonus from diverting power to Engines...>>…success!“Next upgrade better be forward-facing heavy ordinance!” screams the Nagai.Just as you’re about to make a reply, he turns the ship into a sharp corkscrew, slamming your mouth shut with an audible CLICK of your teeth. There’s a moment where your stomach lurches up into your throat, and you fight off the urge to puke as Suzel overrides the inertial dampeners. RCS thrusters designed for course correction blast a stream of ionized gas, flipping the ship into a three-axes tumble as plasma comes hissing from the asteroid.(cont.)
>>5666124Finally caught up and the quest is already burning under my nails, well done Kaz.Also, Suzel got really good apparently, cause that's not a maneuver you easily do with these types of ships ...And in an asteroid field no less.
>>5666138Suzel was originally a speeder/ship chauffeur for the Tof who owned him prior to the revolution, and he often had to do fancy tricks and maneuvers for his master's entertainment.Since then, he's seen action in the Battle of Nest's End and the Exodus from Kakari. And when the vote came up en-route to Dweem for him to either train scouting or piloting, anon voted in favor of piloting skills. Whenever he has down time, Suzel throws himself into sims practice as his life-debt to Farren has him as the Albatross' primary pilot.Suzel has an innate twitchiness and agility that translates pretty well to sneaking and scouting, as well as piloting. But of course, raw talent doesn't beat training and experience since he's still relatively new to actual combat. But given enough time, Suzel could very well be a pilot cut from the same cloth as Wedge Antilles.
>>5666124Tumbling through space like an ungainly drunkard (or Master Larid on one of his worse days), the Albatross careens bow-over-stern as four of the cannons open fire. Bits of stray debris pings off the deflector shield, rattling the hull like a tin can of sardines. Darkness rings the edge of your vision as you can suddenly feel the blood rushing to your legs. There’s an audible THUNK – you turn to find Ceyla passed out from g-lock, but there’s nothing you can do to help her from your current position.Elba and Trykov curse over the line. The dodge might’ve avoided the worst of the attack, but it’s left both of the gunners almost impossible to play point-defense. All they can realistically do is spray wildly, hoping that they’ll be able to catch at least some of it before it hits-KA-BOOM!The ship suddenly leaps forward as if kicked by a giant’s boot. With the inertial dampeners off, it’s all everyone can do to avoid from getting whiplashed as your heads slam back into their seats, and the blood suddenly rushes back into your skull. Through the cockpit, the field of stars shifts crazily above your heads, and direction loses all meaning before Suzel hurriedly stabilizes and accelerates away.Ceyla suddenly stirs back to life, careening wildly as she swallows her bile with a hoarse retch. “Eurp…did we get hit?”You grimace, shaking off the cobwebs and darkness around your vision as you strain for the console. “Damage report! How bad is it?!”From his turret, Elba releases a triumphant, mighty roar. Thankfully, Trykvo fills you in: “We’re alright! Elba shot one before it hit us, but it was pretty damned close – the shields took a beating and the blast scorched the aft, but no penetration!”No armor-through, but the ship’s on-board systems have taken a beating. One of the power couplings got knocked out of alignment, and life-support nearly short-circuited. The garage for the speeders is jammed shut, and won’t be opening without a plasma cutter. All that and more, but tender mercies where they are – you’re still flying a relatively undamaged ship.The relief is palpable for all of a few seconds. S-19 shrieks as a shadow appears on the radar, bearing hot on the ship’s aft.“He’s on us!” shouts the Clone.Suzel doesn’t need to be told twice. By the time he’s accelerated to max speed, you’re already dialing in a mayday. Another mark of a good Jedi is to know when you’re in over your head. “Jolt-Squadron, convoy, this is Albatross-actual. How copy?”Jolt-Leader lets out an obnoxious whoop across the line. Unprofessional and somewhat forced based on his inflection, but it does have the effect of raising everyone’s morale. “That was some hot-shot flying, Albatross! Who the hell’ve you got behind the stick?”(cont.)
A twitching mess of nerves. Suzel has a white-knuckled grip on the stick and the throttle, eyes bloodshot and darting from screen to console to glass to screen again. His mouth is a thin line, and his breath comes in short, little gasps as he does everything in his power to both put distance between the asteroid and dodge incoming plasma fire.Absentmindedly, you divert power from the front-deflector shield towards the rear to shore up the ship’s defenses. “You got the intel my droid gave you?”“Affirmative,” says Convoy-Lead, tense but not nearly as panicked as he had been earlier. “But the calculations for Ulsind…?”S-19 beeps, low and mournful. It isn’t finished. And with the data-link disturbed by the asteroid’s attack, he won’t be done for another five minutes.Not nearly quick enough. Force forbid you all jump back to Amagi and give this…thing a chance to trail your stellar wake and find the Alliance. But you aren’t all about to risk a blind or incomplete jump just to get away. And even with the Albatross lending its firepower, any prolonged battle the asteroid would just be one of attrition. Even if it isn't the size of a large corvette.Hell, just looking at the damned thing raises more questions than answers. No matter how deep your shots are, there’s just too much mass. Zooming into the craters and gouges reveals layers of…well, you aren’t quite sure what it is. But in false-light readings and freeze-frame recordings, it looks like coral.Layers upon layers of minerals, stone and coral that’ve been compressed together like some sort of organic armor that go a dozen meters into the asteroid, maybe even deeper.With a frustrated snarl, you flip from visual to tactical, then to UV/radio and IF/thermal…>>Please roll 2d12+7 Perception (+4 Rank difference, +3 Jedi Shadow Trait)>Best out of five.
Rolled 3, 12 + 7 = 22 (2d12 + 7)>>5666183
Rolled 5, 4 + 7 = 16 (2d12 + 7)>>5666183
Rolled 4, 6 + 7 = 17 (2d12 + 7)>>5666183
Rolled 3, 7 + 7 = 17 (2d12 + 7)>>5666183
Rolled 2, 1 + 7 = 10 (2d12 + 7)>>5666183DICE FOR THE DICE THRONE
So was the 99 roll that started all thus just mean "unusual" result? Because encountering this thing has already been a disaster.
>>5666218Look at it this way, if this thing’s in the galaxy, then there’s at least a chance we’ll make a friend that looks like a stainless steel starfish at some point.Of course, that also means that THEIR enemies are here as well, but we’ll cross that bridge later.
>>5666218Well, what if the plasma-shooting space crustacean later wants to be our friend?We did just attempt to drill a probe into its hide…Anyways, if the greater Star Wars universe is any guide, saying “geez, I’m sorry” immediately absolves you of any war crimes that you may or may not have been guilty of…
>>5666209This a critfail? I forget the rules when rolling two dice
>>5666256nope, only snake eyes count as fail.
>>5666190>>5666191>>5666197>>5666203>>5666209>>Coming in clutch with the 22.>>Reminder that only snake eyes (1,1) are a critical failure.…it had been for a brief instant, but when the asteroid fires its plasma guns…you saw something on IF/thermal. You hurriedly replay it, staring over and over again at the sight of the thermal blooms of the cannons. Five heartbeats pass like an eternity before you confirm what you had just seen.Near-blinding light engulfs the entity, but in the split second before it vanishes…one of the spots on the asteroid glows hotter than all the guns combined. And as the guns finish firing, and the thermal blooms vanish, that spot remains a yellow-white sizzling hot, disgorging heat and gas into the void of space. In the span of five seconds, the ship doesn’t fire again until that spot has turned at least a moderate orange-red.“…it could only be some sort of cooling mechanism,” concurs B-33 when you share the information. The view on the screen flips from IR/thermal to visual, with a targeting reticule painted splash in the deepest parts of the vent. “Based on this and the rate of fire, it appears that the asteroid relies on this to regularly dissipate heat before firing its weapons. It can be inferred that attacking this crevasse would greatly reduce its rate of fire, if not prevent it from attacking without the risk of overheating.”It’s almost too much to believe. A weakness that actually makes sense.Another blast that comes perilously close to shorting out the shields jolts you out of your reverie. Cursing, you hurriedly rack your mind, thoughts racing a mile per minute as the world around you recedes into nothingness.Think, dammit, think!>>Current status of convoy:>2 intact freighters, 1 moderately damaged freighter.>Jolt Squadron is down to 7 fighters, each armed with light lasercannons and proton torpedo launchers.>Albatross has suffered no hull damage, but light systems damage/shock, armed with medium dual-linked lasercannon turrets.>>Current status of asteroid:>Lightly damaged, does not appear to have taken internal structural damage due to thick armor.>A few lucky shots have grazed some plasma cannons, damaging them but not to the point of being disabled.>Weakness located in cooling vane that dissipates heat caused by weapons fire.>>What is your plan of action?>Write-in. (Custom option)[VOTE OPEN FOR NINE HOURS]Short update due to traveling out of town, will try to update from my phone.
>>5666264>weakness is a cooling vane in the middle of a canyonLuke is going to be very disappointed.
>>5666264>approach the asteroid at an oblique angle and try to draw out a plasma blast>then dodge the blast and divebomb the cooling vane firing everything! >everyone else continue to evacuate while we tango with the rock crab thing
>>5666264>Write-in. (Custom option)Albatross and 3 fighters can concentrate fire on the asteroid cannons for intercept the plasma projectiles, or damage further the cannons themselves. Either of the two results would be good.The remaining 4 fighters, will divide in two squads and this squads will reposition and do two attack runs from two different flanks of the asteroid, their objective is to hit the vent with their torpedos. Freighters should keep distance and avoid being a target, while keeping an eye out for bad surprises or anything useful. Survivors will be recovered later since there is a battle.
>>5666288This seems like a sensible approach, I'll support it.>>5666264
>>5666288>>5666264Its a good idea, keep teams and use our numerical advantage for hit and run as soon as it seems focused on another team.
>>5666264i'll vote for this.>>5666288
>>5666264>>5666288Supporting this as well.
>>5666288>>5666264This sounds good.
We're going to have the weirdest kill marks on the Albatross, nobody's going to know what the fuck we've killed.>I got four Tof starfighters, two Ebruchi fighters and one of their freighters, and a Patrol Boat with Hutt markings under my belt. What about you, Suzel?>Let’s see, here… mine are two flying tree abominations, two thrown trees, four chucked boulders, an evil zombie turtle, and a corvette sized, magma spewing coral asteroid filled with cenobites.>...Are you screwing with me?>I wish I was.
>>5666288If we're targeting the weapon vents, may as well throw in farren's force fire/telekinesis. It might cause an issue in ONE of the 10 vents, which would already be plenty.
>>5666264>>5667659Whoops, didn't link that vote properly.Basically, support the vote but fish for some force shenanigans
Oh shit, I hope we can finagle an Amphistaff out of this!
Think either Belka or Ingmar might have any information on these things?
>>5668307Either of them might have heard *something*, about them, but probably not more than vague rumors. I am more interested in getting as much of a sample as we can out of whatever is gonna be leff after this thing is trashed.
>>5668592I mean, I’d assume the Chiss have an idea that coral asteroid ships exist, they study and spy first, shoot way last. I just don’t know if they compartmentalize that information for only certain people to see.Ingmar, if he had heard anything about it, would probably heard it as a scary ghost ship story told second or third hand from a crusty old pirate crewman. So it’d be less about facts than the story, but there’d be a chance we could meet with a survivor or a crazed Captain Ahab reference.
>>5666264>be me, stuck phoneposting>see Kaz and SWI are back >catch up with the thread, looking forward to some good, clean, military action with the Alliance>see that anon nearly crit an encounter roll>we’re now fighting a yorik-stronhaYou niggas, I swear…
>>5668808I thought so as well, especially with Ingmar. But the things is Belka doesn't have to know any of this, unless she had access to higher tier restricted files from the Ascendancy and actually read them. And even then its not guaranteed that she would share them, that depends entirely on how her allegiances lie now. There isn't anything to suggest this, but that is for Keimann to worry about anyhow.
Back from my little trip out of town.Writing...
>>5668832At least the write-in to grab the hot plasma with the force and throw it back at the Stronha didn't win.
>>5669182Truly aghast at the number of zoomers itt who are unfamiliar with the Vong. I suppose it’s fitting though, Farren had no reason not to think force powers would work against the ship.
>>5668919>not all who wonderALL WHO WANDERWHY DOES THIS PISS ME OFF SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>>5669278Just let it go anon, these malapoprisms are a diamond dozen.
>>5669182>>5669251Even if I didn't experience them firsthand, it's easy enough to go to /tg/ and hear people on the Star Wars general bitch about them. Besides, being unable to attack Vong with the Force directly doesn't mean you can't attack their weapons by using their own ordinance, or shove a large enough rock or shattered coral chunk into their vent to clog it up.Bah, at least we'll be getting an update.
>>5669251We don't know (IC or OOC) these are Vong. We don't even know if the Vong exist in Kaz's universe to begin with. Stop being a metataming ape and play along, dumb boomer.
>>5669278I had the same reaction.
>>5669623>qm uses a picture of a coralskipper canon for the ship’s weaponry>qm uses a picture of a vong spy ship to represent the ship>qm describes the ship’s behavior, appearance, and capabilities nearly exactly the way vong ships are described in the novels>“We have no way of knowing if these are vong u guise!!!1! Putting together clues from the text and discussing them ooc is metagaming stoooopppppp!1!!!”Troll or retard, call it.
>>5669722While I'll agree that anyone who thinks it's not the Vong is a turbotard that should go back to huffing glue in their special ed art class, metagaming is a horrible thing to write around from the QM side, and we should try to at least minimize its impact.
>>5666280>>5666288>>5666334>>5666338>>5666349>>5666427>>5666571>>5666585>>5667660“All surviving ships, this is Albatross-Tactical,” B-33 intones. The droid lacks the digits to crack its knuckles, but it does the gesture anyway in a facsimile of Suzel’s pre-flight ritual. “We have come up with a plan. Follow this unit’s orders, and you will guarantee the highest rate of survival. Standby to receive tactical data.”The MSDF’s Peregrine interceptors lack spots for astromech droids, but they share a compatible data stream that can interface with the Albatross. Within seconds, the plan is uploaded to their computers, and their roles automatically assigned and delegated.“Jolt-Nine, -Ten, -Twelve. Form up and cover the Albatross. Prioritize the cannons and harassing the ship. Watch out for allies getting in the line of fire.”“Jolt-Leader, -Two, -Four, -Five. Pair up into two-man teams and initiate attack runs on these coordinates. Uploading TRP data for a potential weak point on the ship’s surface.”>>Elba makes a Gunnery (Ag) check, firing the medium lasercannon turret…>>With 2 Agility and 3 Ranks…>>…a hit!>>Trykov makes a Gunnery (Ag) check, firing the medium lasercannon turret…>>With 3 Agility and 1 Rank…>>…a hit!The Albatross shudders as more projectiles come spitting from the asteroid. But even between Suzel’s wild flying and the turrets providing point defense, it’s all the ship can do to avoid getting hit. Even with the rear deflector shield cranked up to the max, you’d rather not find out the hard way if E-9’s could survive a hit from one of those plasma cannons.Idly, you even wonder what the hell you’re doing. With how close the asteroid is on your tail, the ECM should’ve fried whatever on-board targeting computers and have them singing Jedi Rocks in five different languages. And yet it doesn’t appear to be having any effect. Focusing it into a tightbeam and manually aiming it seems to have no effect on its accuracy.Could they be using the Force?Before you can ponder that question any further, Suzel takes the ship into a wide turn and sends your stomach into your boots. The asteroid follows, turning on a dime as it barrels straight for the Albatross…“Eat this, you bastard!”…and right into the laser volley of the escort. Their intercept vector has them screaming over the asteroid, peeling off from an attack run that’s almost too fast for the cannons to track. At the last second, Jolt-Twelve fires off a proton torpedo, aiming at center mass. It’s enough to force the ship to break off its pursuit, corkscrewing to avoid the projectile.“Albatross-Tactical, this is Jolt-Leader,” states the fighter with a cold and steely determination. “Jolt-Two and I are starting our attack run…”>>Roll 1d100.>Best of five.Belated Happy Tukayyid. Focht the Trashborn.
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>5669747Force be with us
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>5669747don't hit hit us again plz, mr big blue bird squid
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>5669747
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>5669747I HATE CORAL. IT'S HARD AND ROUGH AND IT GETS EVERYWHERE.
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>5669747>>5669767Damnit, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve rolled in a quest, has it?
Alright, whether high or low is good, with a 12 and a 90, we should be alright.
>>5669771Guess it hasn’t!>>5669750>Rolled 69>Against a Vong crew…Nice?
>>5669749>>5669750>Roll a 90 and a 69Suzel's piloting skills are highly covetted among the Vong
>>5669251>>5669285Yeah IIRC their tech can still be effected with the Force. Besides their amphistaffs and implants maybe. >>5669722Retarded anti-EU Filonifag zoomer. >>5669746Metagaming is gay but it's not really going on here, it's just OOC discussion. No, saying that we can't grab plasma fast enough to tag a fighter and strong enough to punch through a freighter's shield, hull, and guts isn't metagaming, it's common sense.
>>5669747Here's a good question for everyone.Which Supertactical droid voice is the best, and which does B33 have?>>5669750Nice.
>>5669749>>5669750>>5669755>>5669759>>5669771Jolt-Leader and -Two bear down on the asteroid, taking their fighters into a sharp dive not dissimilar to its namesake. Their cannons fire a volley of crimson bolts, lighting up the void of space to pepper the surface of the asteroid. The plasma cannons spit death in response, but the pair come from an angle well beyond their firing arc.“Acquiring lock…firing!” shouts Jolt-Leader. “It’s away!”The interceptors veer off, pulling out of their dive to get clear of the ship as they disgorge their deadly payload. Both barely make it, twisting to avoid and dodge the counter-fire that fires at their way. Yet with how close their dive had been, there is almost no way for them to miss. Twin-red suns streak towards the asteroid, who barely has enough time to turn before they make impact.KA-BOOM!Half of the asteroid seems to disappear in a glorious conflagration of orange smoke and white-hot debris. The sensors across the cockpit derezz as the shockwave of the explosion staggers the Albatross. Systems and panels shriek in alarm, spiking but holding at a mercifully benign yellow. “Shields still holding.”“Systems…a-okay,” stutters Ceyla.Suzel whoops, and Elba breaks radio protocol by transmitting a guttural, triumphant roar. B-33 remains calm, intoning: “Post-strike assessment?”“Positive hit!” whoops Jolt-Two, flying a victory lap around the cloud. “Two torpedoes launched-!”He doesn’t finish. Through the smoke and haze, the asteroid emerges, badly mauled but still far from being down and out of the fight. The flyboy’s victory lap is cut short as plasma fire tears the fighter to shreds. Smoking bits and burning pieces of the late Jolt-Two are scattered across the belt as the reactor cooks off and explodes.“No!” screams Jolt-Leader. “Damn you, that was our youngest pilot!”Ceyla gasps, hands flying to her mouth as horror floods the Force bond. But Suzel puts to words the dread, cursing explosively. “What the hell?! Ain’t no way that thing’s still alive!”“Negative, negative,” Jolt-Five reports tersely, “It turned at the last second to take the hit on its starboard broadside. Bastard’s mauled, but she isn’t out of the fight yet.”The computer updates with a new assessment of the asteroid. True to Jolt-Five’s words, the asteroid took a bad hit. From over a dozen holes, and one gargantuan crater dozens of meters deep that encompasses half the ship, atmosphere, organic material and bits of the coral are venting or sloughing off into the void of space. Four of its plasma cannons have been destroyed, leaving only gasping thermal blooms spraying heat and debris.“Assessing situation...establishing new parameters,” intones B-33, “One to deliver the payload, one to spot. Escort to Albatross, continue to harry and harass. Focus on its starboard.”(cont.)
For the first time in the engagement, the asteroid is on the defensive. Recognizing the danger to its starboard hull, it does everything in its power to present its port broadside, or take the brunt of any attacks with its reinforced dorsal and ventral hull.But Jolt Squadron keeps up the pressure. They fight like men and women possessed. Emboldened by the damage inflicted, they push their interceptors to the breaking point, swooping and flying with almost reckless abandon.It takes another two runs for the killing blow to be dealt. It falls to the pair of Jolt-Four and -Five, engines blazing as they streak towards the asteroid’s cooling vane. The Albatross and the escort blast at the exposed starboard, forcing it to turn and bring its (relatively) undamaged ventral hull to bear……exposing the cooling vane for a direct attack.The tell-tale tone of an electronic lock sounds over the line. Jolt-Five shouts, “I’ve got a lock!”Jolt-Four’s answer is an inarticulate scream as he fires his payload and barely pulls back in time.>>90When the smoke clears and the sensors cease derezzing, there’s no mistaking that the asteroid’s been defeated. Whether or not debris had fallen into the crevasse or if the proton torpedoes hit something critical, the asteroid is completely and utterly dead in the water. The damned rock’s been nearly split in half, held together by only the thinnest and barest structural connections of coral.The tension over the comm snaps like a fraying wire. Whoops and cheers of joy break out from not only the survivors of Jolt-Squadron, but the convoy and the Albatross proper. Suzel’s screaming and whooping like a maniac, and off in the distance, Elba’s triumphant roars echo up and down the ship’s corridors.“All hands…” Convoy-Lead’s voice cracks, “…well done. But we’ve got pilots who need rescuing. Let’s get them back safely…”You tune him out, turning your attention back to your console. With much of its exterior blown away, the Albatross’ sensors can perform a more in-depth scan of the asteroid. There are pockets of an oxygenated atmosphere, even if most of its being vented into space out of hundreds of holes or the burning cooling vane. A cursory scan reveals more than a few pockets of oxygen that hadn’t been exposed to space.Out of curiosity, you flip the IF/thermal sensor to a bioscan to locate any survivors…only to frown at what you find. “…what the hell?”“Something wrong?” Ceyla’s a little more than green at the gills, but she can wobble her way to you.…you can’t find any individual survivors because the ship appears as one, big green blob on the bio scanner.The ship is alive.>>What do you wish to do?>Accompany the convoy to Ulsind. Finish your job and complete the mission you took.>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report. [VOTE OPEN FOR SEVEN HOURS]
>>5670803>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report. A shadow’s gotta be through.
>>5670810Or thorough, rather.
>>5670803>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report.
>>5670803>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report.Inform the convoy that the whole ship is biological, and that if there was no way our ECM had any affect on it, then we should assume that they're able to communicate in ways we don't understand. Therefore, for the safety of Amagi, we have to be thorough in disabling it completely, lest this system gets blockaded by these things the next time we jump in.
>>5670803>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report.Aaaaaaand now we're back in our wheelhouse.
>>5670803>>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report.
>>5670803>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report. Has Farren ever denied his curiosity in the the past? Never.
>>5670803>Stay behind to secure the asteroid. Whatever…this was hadn’t been on any intel report.We appear to have discovered an entirely unknown and potentially VERY powerful hostile force
>>5670810>>5670813>>5670820>>5670823>>5670827>>5670830>>5670832>>5670869>>5670874>>5670900The mess hall is somber, quiet save for the occasional discharge of power that runs up and down the ship. Damage had been mercifully light – most of it superficial, but the ship’s internals had suffered heavy strain when the inertial dampeners were overridden. There is plenty to replace, but well within the budget, and an acceptable expenditure for what would have otherwise spelled doom for the ship.“The ship’s alive?” asks Suzel for what must’ve been the hundredth time. The Nagai’s tea has gone cold in his hands as he tries to make sense of everything.You don’t know what to tell him. “Not all of it. The outer, hardened layer looks like ossified biomaterial – coral, based on cursory scans. It’s when you start getting deeper past the ‘armor’ that you start to see…living things.”Blood vessels instead of hydraulic systems.Neural pathways instead of electrical wiring.This isn’t anything that you’d ever read about in the Jedi Archives, let alone in any of Keimann’s intelligence reports. HK-82 might’ve had really bad timing, but for all intents and purposes, it isn’t wrong. By any and all stretches of the definition, this appears to be a genuine First Contact scenario. Or failing that, an old mariner’s tale that’s suddenly come to life.“Sir, with all this strange…lifeforms that we’ve been encountering…” Trykov’s face is pinched into an uncomfortable expression. “We can’t discount that this is some sort of Jombaral-like entity.”Ceyla or S-19 hadn’t been on Kakarit. But the veterans of that planet all collectively tense.“…I don’t think so,” you say after a long period of silence. “Well, of it being her. Not unless she’s traded chlorophyl and eeche fruit for…barnacles and plasma cannons.”Of course, there’s always a nonzero chance, but you can comfortably make the assumption that the Force Entity isn’t involved in this at all. The Herald had favored overwhelming you with mental attacks and misdirection. And while you hadn’t had the time to definitively check, the asteroid hadn’t been using the Force.Elba grunts, shaking his head with a low growl.“Translation,” says HK-82, “He’s worried that with this discovery, miners and workers of the Alliance will be too terrified to work the asteroid fields.”It’s not a completely unfounded worry. The news that these alien ships lurked in asteroid belts, disguised with ice or silicon ore, would grind all orbital mining expenditures to a halt. There would be panic, workers refusing to set foot in zero-G for fear of being vaporized by a coral-ship’s plasma cannons. The shadow of paranoia lurking behind every fighter jock, every cargo hauler that these things not only exist, but that there could be more just…waiting to be reawakened.(cont.)
If either Jolt or Convoy-Leader had any sense, they’d slap a gag order on the entirety of the battle. Only the minimum amount of workers to get off to unload supplies to prevent exposure and too many questions. For all the good it’s gonna do because scuttlebutt always finds a way to get out.At the very least, an intelligence report has to be prepared and delivered. Eyes only for the Archons and the highest echelons of the MSDF. And even if you hadn’t gotten involved, this is something that would be of keen interest to the Jedi Triumvirate.“We’ve got a full set of enviro-suits, yeah?” you ask.Trykov nods slowly. “Aye, sir.”“Get a handful of them prepped. I’ve gotta make a phone call…”Convoy-Leader hadn’t been happy, but he understood the need for secrecy. He can’t make any promises about scuttlebutt, but he’ll do his best to have his crew keep their mouths shut. The working story for the damage is an Ebruchi attack – the men are shellshocked enough to accept it readily.Jolt Squadron insisted on at least leaving some of their fighters behind, but you assured them that wouldn’t be necessary. For all intents and purposes, the asteroid ship is “dead”. What B-33 identified as the source of its power has gone dormant and utterly cool. The best comparison you could make is that it had lost too much “blood” and had subsequently gone into shock before “bleeding to death”.“Mum’s the word, gentlemen,” you mutter as you suit up in an envirosuit. “I’d rather not bring the orbital economy grinding to a halt.”Jolt-Leader barks a harsh laugh. “Damn you for being right, Jedi. But I really don’t like this…ghost stories coming to life.”Ghost stories?When pressed for an explanation, the Falleen seems to hesitate. “It’s…stories, y’know? Heard it so many times from so many people that they’ve all gotten mixed up. But they all share one thing in common – fire-breathing creatures that dwell in the shadows between the stars.”…what ominous and evocative imagery.“We’ll be putting any myths or legends to bed,” you assure him. “Don’t you worry about that. Just get those supplies to Ulsind.”“Roger that. May the Force be with you, Albatross-Actual…”>>Who do you wish to accompany you on your away team? (Max of Two/2)>B-33 (Droid Commando/Tactician. Wields an overclocked E-5 droid blaster)>Ceyla (Padawan/Shadow. Wields the Force and a single lightsaber.)>Elba (Mechanic/Bodyguard. Wields a scattergun and vibroblade) >Trykov (Clone Officer/Gadgeteer. Wields and wears custom armor/weapons)>Suzel (Scout/Pilot. Wields a blaster pistol and throwing knives)>None of them. This is too dangerous for anyone else besides you.[VOTE OPEN FOR NINE HOURS]
>>5670975>Ceyla (Padawan/Shadow. Wields the Force and a single lightsaber.)>Elba (Mechanic/Bodyguard. Wields a scattergun and vibroblade) Ceyla needs some real hands-on experience and Elba is there for security. Plus having a mechanic is probably more useful than having a technician like Trykov, there are systems and mechanics that translate between the inorganic and the biological.
>>5670975>B-33Don't have to worry about Bee getting his EVA suit getting cut open if he doesn't breathe.>ElbaScatterblasters do real good in CQC, and a mechanical mind would help with figuring out ship systems.
>>5670975>B-33 (Droid Commando/Tactician. Wields an overclocked E-5 droid blaster)>Elba (Mechanic/Bodyguard. Wields a scattergun and vibroblade)
>>5670975>Ceyla (Padawan/Shadow. Wields the Force and a single lightsaber.)>>5670975>B-33 (Droid Commando/Tactician. Wields an overclocked E-5 droid blaster)might have to bring HK along too.
>>5670975>>B-33 (Droid Commando/Tactician. Wields an overclocked E-5 droid blaster)>Ceyla (Padawan/Shadow. Wields the Force and a single lightsaber.)
Forgot to add we shouldn't be taking ceyla in a ship that may have some vong walking around since there are pockets of oxygen inside the ship.
>>5670975>B-33Good in a vacume environment>TrykovMight be able to apply his technical knowledge to whatever we find
>>5670975The Archon and Jedi Triumvirate should be contacted about this. The coral ship doesn't need to be destroyed, a larger ship of the alliance can come here and recover it.The coral ship should be then brought to a location were it can be analyzed and researched in secret. An installation in space or the Chiller, only repurposed for high secrecy.>B-33>Trykov
>>5670975>B-33>Trykov>>5671099I agree, we should tell them when we first get the chance to.
>>5670975>>B-33 (Droid Commando/Tactician. Wields an overclocked E-5 droid blaster)>Trykov (Clone Officer/Gadgeteer. Wields and wears custom armor/weapons)Don't take Ceyla, she is our Padawan for what a few weeks now?This is uncharted territory against an enemy we know nothing about, taking her is highly irresponsible.
>>5670975>B-33>TrykovSeems best to bring heavy weapons and a gadgeteer
>>5670975>B-33Whatever's there, we're probably going to need a droid's analytical skills. And possibly a diplomat. B-33 has translation functions, right?>CeylaI'd rather keep her safe, to be honest, but her unique Force abilities might make a world of difference in what we get out of this thing.
>>5671021Farren doesn't know what the Vong are or that they might be responsible for this. Farren doesn't know that there's anyone left alive in this thing, period.
>>5670975>>B-33 (Droid Commando/Tactician. Wields an overclocked E-5 droid blaster)>Trykov (Clone Officer/Gadgeteer. Wields and wears custom armor/weapons)Really don't want to take Cayla in the literal belly of the beast.
>>5670984>>5670991>>5670995>>5670999>>5671005>>5671013>>5671018>>5671088>>5671098>>5671099>>5671104>>5671133>>5671143>>5671171>>5671185Okay, party's been locked in and I'm heading off to work. A more substantial update will be forthcoming this afternoon.>>Please roll me 2d100 for Encounter/Loot.>Best out of five.
Rolled 39, 54 = 93 (2d100)>>5671209Uh, like this?
Rolled 54, 83 = 137 (2d100)>>5671209Been a while since I rolled
Rolled 11, 8 = 19 (2d100)>>5671209I have no idea what the Vong are, but a sweet organic blaster we can mount on our ship would be cool.
Rolled 75, 59 = 134 (2d100)>>5671209
Rolled 14, 41 = 55 (2d100)>>5671209
So that's a 75 and 83 for loot.
Rolled 84, 66 = 150 (2d100)Y'all noobs, watch my dubs
yeay, snek stiks
Speaking of B-33, is there a way that he could create a sequestered and protected data section for Jedi knowledge and lightsaber combat?A way to have him learn but also protect his knowledge from access would be ideal. My thought was that there were conditions for him to access the data, but not to safe them. For example by our specific command, our presence against Jedi/lightsaber combatants or as long as he is in combat with them and on the side of our team. It could also work if non lightsaber sith data was still accessible, but i am not sure if such a differentiation is even possible.Any thoughts?
>>5671984Ah, before i forget. That sequestered section of data could have a purge trigger thats activated when it gets accessed without the conditions being met.
>>5671984Star wars computers operate off SOME principals that are slightly different from modern computers. Compression is absurd, programming language updates musy be compatible with every version stretching back thousands of years, and indexing functions would need to be absolutely beastly.Can you hide data on a server? Doubtful. Utilization of every component seems to be maximized by design. No 'empty space,' just increasing levels of compression that slowly, but steadily, increases the risk of data decay and corruption. You can lock data away, but it will almost always be obvious where it is.
>>5671984>>5671988In other words, it's the sort of coding proficiency that would require years of practice and study. Especially if you want to hide it from even a coursery diagnostic analysis. Especially since code is always improving.
>>5671988The data wouldn't have to be hidden, just protected from access by a measure that wipes it in case of unauthorized access, i have no idea if that is possible in Star Wars. Would have to talk to someone with droid knowledge, or is it something B-33 would be able to create himself?
>>5671995Oh, yeah, that's something that can be done. Of course, you have to leave the data accessible.Once, there was a nobleman, who noticed items disappearing at night. Furious, he went to the blacksmith, and demanded a lock that could never be picked from the outside. The blacksmith tried to tell him that such a thing was impossible, but the nobleman wouldn't hear of it. So, resigned, the smith set to work.That evening, the nobleman and the blacksmith were outside the house, as the smith finished installing the last of the locks. As he rose from his work, the nobleman clapped in delight at the heavy iron doors and said, "Brilliant! Now, where is the keyhole?""Keyhole, sir?" The smith asked. "There isn't one.""But then how do I get inside?!"The smith shrugged, and replied, "We wait for the thief to bust in through a window, then ask if he'll let us inside."
>>5672000Yeah, the way i see it the main fear (justifiably so) is that the Jedi and lightsaber combat data can be accessed in case that B-33 is somehow taken or just recovered after being incapacitated. His analysis could be invaluable against the sith or another death threat if he were taken, so that was what i came up with to work around it, or at least make it harder to get access.Or we just wait for the empire to be stupid, since they seriously underappreciate the potential of droids.
>>5672003Droids in SW are regularly wiped, likely as both a data security measure and to prevent data corruption from building up.R2D2 is, canonically (according to the CW series) a very notable exception to this. To the point where the tactical data he carried was and is a major plot point. In a world where most droids are reflashed every 5 years or so, and droids seeing combat do so every mission, Darth Vader's own R2 unit went the entire war, before, and beyond with its memory in tact.A blue trashcan is privy to some of the Empire's, Republic's, and Alliance's deepest secrets.
>>5671211>>5671213>>5671214>>5671216>>5671217An explosion had blown out a hole comfortable enough to fit a AT-TE through, almost all the way through the other side of the bio-ship. Not that you’re about to drive a speeder or a bike through it, but it stands as the safest point of entry. The cooling vane had been destroyed in a cave-in, and it’d be a bad idea to enter through an exit, all the more one for heat.With the bio-ship in an uncontrolled tumble through the asteroid field, Suzel has to align the ship in as close to its motions as possible. Not impossible, but even with inertial dampeners thankfully reengaged, your stomach still does little flips as the Albatross lines up for delivery. There is a hiss of atmosphere as the hatch slowly opens, and the shuddering sensation of the escaping gases that suck at your feet.You give the rest of the away team one last looking-over. “You guys have everything?”B-33 nods, holding up its E-5 blaster along with a menagerie of equipment. From a repurposed tactical vest, the head of HK-82 flashes its photoreceptors in acknowledgement. “Statement: oh, I look so very much forward to making new friends and discoveries in the name of diplomacy!”“…never thought I’d wish for a clanker to go back to its prior programming,” cringes Trykov. This far away from the Empire, he’s safe to wear Phase II armor, offering far more mobility than a mere envirosuit in zero-G and vacuum. “If you’re taking requests, Jedi, then I’d be really curious to get this bolt bucket his body back.”“Objection: ‘clanker’ is an appellation against droids…”>>Line Break In the vacuum of space, your footsteps make no sound. All that you can immediately hear is the sound of your own breath, rattling in the helmet of the envirosuit as you leapfrog from one end of the tunnel to another. The uncertainty in your stomach is gone, but it’s been replaced by a chill that runs up and down your spine. Fear is unbecoming of a Jedi and that is not what you feel; the excitement of discovering a new species is in sharp conflict with apprehension of what they’re capable of.The bioscanner is useless insofar as searching for any survivors or pockets of life. Even though “dead”, the bioship takes up almost the entirety of the screen as one, large organism. The best you can do is meander through the hole in the hopes of finding a corridor or a room left exposed by the blast. Magnetic boots don’t work as well on the organic floors and walls of the ship, but they do provide some grip. Whether or not that means that there’s durasteel or some sort of metal plate remains to be seen.Thankfully, the search doesn’t take too long. Scouting ahead, you discover a passage that runs down the length of the ship like a main thoroughfare. Beckoning B-33 and Trykov over, you draw your weapons and make a collective foray into the (literal) guts of the bioship…(cont.)
…perhaps too literal. You nearly gag as part of the damaged floor suddenly gives way, and your foot goes past hardened coral and into soft, pliable flesh with an audible SPLAT.But beyond that initial unpleasantness, the corridors and passageways aren’t nearly that…wet. If you could make a comparison, it’s almost as if you’re exploring the inside of some sort of shellfish. Certain areas have hardened, chitin-like floors. Case in point, when the three of you stumble into what you believe to be living quarters…for the crew. Or what’s left of them, at any rate.So this thing really is being piloted by aliens, you think grimly to yourself as a stray limb floats past. The can of worms this was going to open was going to be nothing short of a nightmare for both the MSDF and the Jedi Triumvirate. It would’ve been easier if this was just some sort of aberrant creature the convoy woke up from hibernation…The end of the battle hadn’t been kind. Most of the bodies aren’t in any presentable condition, floating around in literal pieces. What hadn’t been burnt to a crisp from the explosion that ripped through the bioship had been violently broken. If not for the vacuum and subzero temperatures, the room would have been a charnel house of gore.Trykov extends his gauntlet, firing a whipcord towards one of the more intact corpses, a large, muscular alien with nearly half-a-head over you. He reels it in like a fish, after which the three of you gather around the creature. Missing an arm, it stares up at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes, lips pulled back in a sneer permanently locked in rigor mortis to reveal rows of sharp teeth. Talon-like spikes run up and down the length of its midnight-black armor, deadly sharp and foreboding.B-33’s photoreceptors hum, chittering as it takes a scan of the mutilated remains. “Subjects appear to be humanoid, possibly mammalian. Proper DNA analysis cannot be done without a proper lab, but going by distinguishing features, this unit’s database of known sentient life has never seen such a creature before.”Its mechanical voice carries a hint of perplexity. “Their faces bear signs of extreme disfiguration, even mutilation. Significance of tattoos and scarring cannot be accurately determined, but extrapolated to some sort of ritual or cultural meaning.”“Tag ‘em and bag ‘em,” you eventually order. “Anything intact. The Boss Bantha has a better med facility for autopsies.”Trykov is eager to get away from the body. “Aye, sir.”“Stay in communication and keep your eyes peeled. Just because this ship’s dead doesn’t mean there isn’t any danger left.”>>Loot roll…83!>>The away team recovers…>One (1) relatively intact alien corpse designated ‘Big Guy’, his armor and wargear.>Assorted DNA samples of the bioship and alien corpses.>A leathery, flesh-like sphere whose purpose you can’t discern.(cont.)
>>5672062>A leathery, flesh-like sphere whose purpose you can’t discern.Aw hell no, we got the Vonga Egg...
>>5672096>Vonga Egg.a what now?
The search is occasionally punctuated by queries and back-and-forth from the Albatross. Mostly sitreps and status updates, but their communications are a welcome distraction to the eerie silence that goes beyond working in zero-G. The grim and sour mood that had settled on you like a cloak after the battle is lifted when you hear the news of the convoy’s arrival to Ulsind. The supplies (while severely truncated) are enough to momentarily abate the famine.But the damage hadn’t gone unnoticed. MSDF High Command’s raising twelve kinds of hell, demanding answers for what had happened in 19A-KJ. Jolt-Squadron put in a word through Wing Commander Velka to prevent any follow-up investigations into the system until you finished your own search. As of the last few hours, 19A-KJ is under quarantine and interdiction. No ships come in or come out until you leave…>>Encounter Roll…75!“Motion detected-”B-33 isn’t able to finish his sentence. By the time you and Trykov whirl around, the tactical droid is already firing its blaster. Sizzling bolts of red race towards a shadow in the corridor, crossing the distance in a great leap. Clad in the same, spiked armor as the corpse you’d taken, the creature is unmistakably of the same species – the mortification, scars and facial tattoos……your eyes widen. It isn’t wearing a helmet! Almost all of its head is exposed to the vacuum of space, save for a membrane that protects the softer flesh of its eyes, nose, ears and mouth-Trykov fires his blaster, adding to the droid’s initial salvo. But before your own eyes, the magnificent, plated armor turns the rounds aside. The warrior’s mouth distends, and the membrane warbles as if it means to scream a challenge.“------!”The alien reaches behind its back, drawing a long bow staff. It bears down on B-33, firing ineffectively as the droid tries to retreat. You can’t hear it, but your mind conjures up a sickening CRACK when it makes impact.“[Statement: we come in peace!]” HK-82 shouts in Sy Bisti, the most common tongue in the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions, “[We mean you no harm!]”It is no use. Whether or not it understood what it meant, it had no visible effect. The warrior continues to whale on the droids with a strength fueled by hatred. B-33 staggers, its chassis visibly dented as it tried to shield HK-82. It thrusts out its blaster, firing desperately towards the warrior’s uncovered face……but the staff blurs toward the droid. And what had been thought to be a piece of wood is actually a living organism – a serpent whose head lashes out at lightning velocity, seizing the blaster arm in a crushing grip. Metal visibly warps as its grip turns crushing, its head hissing and spitting as it bites towards B-33's photoreceptors.(cont.)
>>5672114>>5672115I'm getting the strangest feeling of deja vu...
Bee!” The Force aids your flight as you push off the floor, igniting your lightsaber as you fly towards the assailant. Caught up in its attack on the droid, it only notices you at the last second, when the serpents’ head turns towards you. The warrior retreats, ripping B-33’s arm out of its socket when its weapon refused to let go.You don't quite see red, but you come very close.>Blasters are ineffective against the assailant's armor.>Its weapon appears to be a living organism.>While you have only recently begun to immerse yourself in Form V/Shien, you can use it at the cost of increasing the DC for a success.>>What Lightsaber form do you wish to use?>Form II/Makashi, the Duelist's Form. (Presence)>Form VI/Niman, the Balanced Form. (Willpower)>Form V/Shien, the Counter Form. (Cunning)[LIGHTNING VOTE OPEN FOR ONE HOUR]>>5672116Formatting issue.
>>5672117>Form II/Makashi, the Duelist's Form. (Presence)Let’s go with what we know here
>>5672117>Form V/Shien, the Counter Form. (Cunning)It's using a melee weapon, but not a conventional one, and based on the way it drew said weapon and how the weapon's head can turn, it's probably best to take the most reactive approach. Also its armor can deflect blasters, it might be lightsaber resistant.
>>5672117>Form II/MakashiFuckit. Big Boy'll probably appreciate dueling to the death.Point at ourselves, give our name, species, and job description, and take a stance. HK-82 would appreciate a few starting words of his translation dictionary
>>5672123>>5672117Actually, maybe Niman would be a better choice. That way, we can use Mystic Weapon, chuck our side saber out and make him think we did a last ditch attempt to escape and hit him with it when his back is turned. Keep the challenge though.>Form VI/Niman
>>5672117>Form V/Shien, the Counter Form. (Cunning)No balls, no blue milk, as I said earlier.
>>5672117>Form VI/Niman, the Balanced Form. (Willpower)duelist is not a good idea for a living staff that doesn't play by the same rules. I'd rather not experiment with a new form, and a defensive form might ward away the staff itself, if it has self-preservation on its mind.
>>5672117>>Form II/Makashi, the Duelist's Form. (Presence)See if we can't find a chink in that crab he's wearing.
>>5672121>>5672122>>5672129>>5672134>>At the time of the cutoff, the vote was for Form V/Shien.>>P-pic related.>>Please roll 2d12+8 Lightsaber (2 Cun upgrades 2d8 to 2d12; Lightsaber 4 - Cun 2 = 2d8 bell curve)>>Best out of three.
>>5672183Haha what can go wrong
Rolled 9, 12 + 8 = 29 (2d12 + 8)>>5672183
Rolled 3, 12 + 8 = 23 (2d12 + 8)>>5672187I’m an idiot
Rolled 5, 9 + 8 = 22 (2d12 + 8)>>5672183Ho boy.>>5672187Your roll can, apparently.
>>5672188>another nine and a twelve
>>5672188Sick roll anon and nice dubs.
>>5672183Sorry Dooku, I tried
If Dooku weren't an old Makashi fudd, he'd encourage our foray into new and exciting forms of combat, if only to strengthen our actual usage of Makashi itself.After all, knowledge without practice is merely theory, and much less effective in the practice of dueling.
>>5672188>9, 12I think this is the...third time this popped up? Sheesh.I know this same roll occurred for the Force Fire against Potkin.In any event, in FFG dice, a 12 is equivalent to a Triumph.Full disclosure, I don't directly interpret /qst/ dice as a 1:1 to FFG dice, but it's food for thought for mechanics down the line.
>>5672268I interpret this as the dice encouraging us to try different things and think outside of the box.
>>5672270As Master Larid taught, a jedi shadow has to learn to THRIVE in the box!
>>5672268Sometimes, overpowering force is the way to go. The Vong might be feeling smug after getting in a few good hits on a hated foe, and might not have expected such a fierce retaliation after a successful surprise attack.
Poor Bee, tanking snake blows to the body like that.While we fix him up, maybe we should look at that protosaber and get it up and running for him so he has something to look forward to.
>>5672466I mean if we're learning Shien, the protopack plus Force Weapon would make quite a powerful Djem So switchup.
>>5672472If you want to disappoint our droid pal, sure, but we did promise him we’d train him.Besides, probably should replace the battery and power cable if we’re just turning the protosaber into a retrosaber, if not strip it down to refurbish it into a normal saber. Something tells me using a millennium old battery and jack that’s been frozen for most of its existence is a bad idea.
>>5672488Yes, that was mentioned when we first got the protosaber.
>>5672488>but we did promise him we’d train him.I kinda just assumed he'd been sitting in on our lightsaber practice with Ceyla and recording everything.
>>5672488We still have on of our original lightsabers and the crystal of the other. If Bee wants to truly be our robo-battlemaster, we could use the crystals to make two new weapons with the saberstaff connector hardpoint so he can practice pretty much any technique he feels.>>5672533That's what I thought was happening, yeah.
>>5672596Aren’t those crystals supposed to be symbolic of the Jedi that picked them? That would feel kinda sacrilegious to just pass them off when they represent Farren. Plus, we can still just grow another crystal for the split saber.
>>5672621Not quite to the degree they are in canon, but sort of? They have to be imbued with the Force to function inside a lightsaber, which isn't quite the magical crystal-chooses-you angle canon has. Hardly sacriligious, however, to give them to a being, artificial or otherwise, who we're planning on being an asset and ally to our part of the Order for potentially centuries. It would additionally be a show of our trust in Bee and an indicator of how seriously we take his wishes to learn and the future of the Jedi both. It's also not like we've done anything with either the intact lightsaber or the crystal since building our current sabers. No sense in letting them collect dust on our bedside table or taking the considerable time to create and imbue two more crystals when we don't have to.
>>5672633I'm a sentimental sort, so I agree with potentially lending Bee the crystal from our original saber for the purposes of teaching him and allowing him to subsequently spread that knowledge among future initiates.
>>5672640>>5672633Personally, I’d rather we give the spare crystal to Arotta as a way to solidify our relationship more, but I’m wary of that being used as a cue for another waifu fight. Plus, it makes more sense to me that we give the synthetic crystal inside the protosaber to Bee. That’s what they use in Jedi training droids, so its fine for that.
>>5672648I don't think there's anything about the protosaber crystal that makes it more suited for use by a droid than any other crystal, and I promise I'm not just saying that because I want to refurbish it for kicks. Any non-Force sensitive can activate and wield a lightsaber, no matter the crystal.I'm also really not here for one waifu or another, Farren's romantic life is not a draw for me. Though I guess I'd be fine with giving it to Ceyla when she becomes a Knight, to mark her becoming a fully-fledged Shadow.
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>5672677I thought that Ceyla would mostly inherit our ship, our liquor collection and an alcohol problem?Also, rolling to see if we find the Vong’s booze stash.
>>5672720Anyone want to try for best of three? Cause I think my roll just gets us pummeled by Thudbugs when we knock over their nest.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>5672724Fine, you convinced me
>>5672720>he didn't play Dark Forces IIngmi
Seems like the protosaber would be most useful for a droid, since it could draw from an internal power source. Arotta could get our crystal if the occasion arose to give it away, and Ceyla definitely gets dibs on our holocrons. Maybe Suzel & Elba can get our ship if we ever upgrade & they decide their debts to us are paid.
>>5673116I'm pretty sure those droids need that power to run, you know, themselves.
>>5673116The protosaber sounds like something good for historical lessons on the order. A normal lightsaber would be straight up better, it also sounds cooler for him to build his own. Something that fits him.
>>5673116Protosabers would be the most useful for someone without the technology of the modern setting. Even if it was turned into a retrosaber the benefit of the temporary overcharge you can give it is still tempered by the fact there's a big cable for your enemies to try and sever. >>5673163 is correct, a normal lightsaber or (or to toot my own horn, two with a connector hardpoint) would be far superior for Bee.
>>5673319If Bee’s trying to emulate us, he should probably stick to one lightsaber for right now, considering Makashi’s our absolute best form, and we mainly stick to a single blade while using it. Once he’s got a good handle on that form, then we’ll move him to single blade Niman, then two blade.
>>5673320Don't forget we also have more than a few masters for him to learn from should he choose to stay on Amagi for an extended duration.
>>5673328Yeah, but they might have some issues with their techniques and movesets being recorded by Bee, both justified (I don’t want any of my moves recorded in case this highly illegal droid gets captured and his memory copied) and not (droids can’t use lightsabers because it makes my superiority complex boner limp!). So we’re going to have to teach him first before we find Jedi willing to show him their techniques. The Iron Knights and Aqinos would most certainly be willing to, but we’re not going back to Dweem for a while.
>>5673353Don't we also have an archive of a bunch of lightsaber instructional holotapes? We might feed that into Bee first and see what his algorithms cook up.
>>5673380Master Larid has the Holocron of the Troll, which was created by Cin Drallig, the late Battlemaster of the Order. Within it contains all of his knowledge about the seven forms of lightsaber combat, including the forbidden Form VII and Mace Windu's subsequent creation of Vaapad.The Gatekeeper is a simulacrum based on the late Master Drallig, a stern but patient teacher who emphasizes mastery of the basics before moving onto more advanced forms and maneuvers.You personally do not have any "proper" Holocrons that can teach lightsaber combat beyond what is idiosyncratic to each individual Gatekeeper (Kreia, Zayne or Meku).>>5672724You're fighting in a vacuum. Any thudbugs that weren't environmentally protected when the bioship's internal atmosphere vented are dead.
>>5673733>spoilerWell, there goes my plan to capture one of them and name him Thudley after gaining his trust and friendship. If it was a Razor bug, though, it could only be named Stabitha.
>>5672188>>5672189>>5672192>Shien rolls...9, 12.The first sign of trouble appears when the warrior’s living staff doesn’t shear beneath your lightsaber.Both of you seem surprised as your weapons lock. There’s a moment where he (judging by the musculature and dimorphism of the black armor) hesitates, and the features hidden behind the amorphous film seize in shock. But his weapon recovers first. The staff shudders, abruptly losing its rigidity. The snakehead hisses and snaps, coiling around the plasma blade of your lightsaber like a whip. Its mouth opens wide to reveal two pairs of fangs, dripping with venom and aiming directly for your head.Oh, no you don’t!You jerk back out of instinct, throwing all of your weight into a pull that sends the alien flying backwards, up and into zero-G. Whatever means the creature had to resist a lightsaber doesn’t allow it to hold on as it slides up and off the length of the blade, its tail and rear half wrapped around its wielders arm. The momentum sends you tumbling forward, stumbling wildly until you’re able to latch onto a nearby support pillar.As the alien pinwheels through the living quarters, Trykov rushes to recover B-33. He snaps off a suppressive volley, most of which turn harmlessly off the warrior’s black armor. It’s spinning too quickly for any real accuracy, twisting and trying to shield the exposed flesh of its head. A fairly obvious weakness in hindsight, but one that you won’t be hesitating to take advantage of.Over the comm, you shout to B-33. “Hey, are you alright?!”“This unit…requires maintenance,” its voice box synthesizes with a noticeable flange that indicates internal damage. “But data must be collected…unknown alien threat…”Said alien threat lands on the ceiling. The flexible whip that the weapon had turned into suddenly stiffens, expanding back into a bow staff as the warrior drives it into the ceiling to arrest its movement. Bits of bone and blood come spraying out of the ceiling as the alien turns back to glare at the droid with a burning, baleful glare……then to you.“Keep your eyes over here, ugly…”You reach into the Force, aiming at the alien with the intent to rip him off the wall and bring him crashing sideways into the wall……only to frown as nothing happens. What the hell?But you don’t have time to ponder any further. The warrior pushes off from the ceiling, and flips right-side-up before it hits the floor running. Cursing up a storm, you rush to meet him halfway, both hands on your lightsaber and your thoughts racing a parsec per second.(cont.)
>>5674633https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9YEsVu089Q&pp=ygUVU25ha2UgcmlkaW5nIGEgcm9vbWJh>New Vong plan to take over the Star Wars galaxy:>1. Invent new small disk shaped biot that cleans up dirt, liquids, and various other debris>2. Create a secret combat/assassination mode that activates when the cleaning biot receives orders to rebel from a yammosk, typically targeting the owner, their family, or the nearest political head of the planet it is on>3. Teach Amphistaves and Thudbugs to ride on top of the cleaning biots, preferably while wearing silly outfits>4. Find terminally online collaborators or dupes to film the Amphistaves and Thudbugs riding the cleaning biots>5. Post videos of Amphistaves riding cleaning biots on the holonet, preferably with cutesy descriptions and all caps titles with excessive use of emojis>6. When demand for the cleaning biot gets to an all time high, send a few models out to holonet influencers both in collaboration with the Vong and unaware, then start to sell them on the open market>7. When the amount of purchased biots reaches a certain threshold, tell the Yammosk to send out the orders to rebel
>>5674633Shien is a form that emphasizes guards without sacrificing the ability to make a counterattack. Its ideal opponents are blaster-wielders, and those who’re either stupid enough to get in melee range of a Jedi, or are similarly lightsaber-users. But one would be hard-pressed to criticize you when you’re attempting to apply Form V against a weapon that’s not only alive, but can change its physiology on demand to make itself into a whip, a bow staff or a spear.Lightsaber and living staff collide, locking as their owner struggle for dominance. He retreats, flicking one hand in a reverse movement that sends the snake’s head hissing towards your midsection. You twist, pivoting away before bringing your lightsaber in a brutal sai tok slash meant to carve through his midsection.At least, it should have. The black, jagged armor that had turned away Trykov’s blaster fire similarly resists your lightsaber. In the moment of panic that nearly overtakes you, the snakehead comes around for another attack. The impact of its head against the polycarbonate helmet nearly drops you to the ground, even as its fangs scramble for purchase and penetration. Its wielder closes in, membranous mask ripping in some barbaric yawp of triumph…snap-HISS!Sai cha is similarly frowned upon by the Jedi at large, although not completely as discouraged as sai tok for dealing with enemies. And if Mace Windu had done it on Genonosis to Jango Fett, then it’s more than a valid tactic when all else fails. Ideally, you’d want to bring the alien alive, but his survival and potential for interrogation doesn’t nearly outweigh the benefits of your continued living.Your second lightsaber comes up in a thrust meant to take his head off. The only thing that stops it from hitting is the damned snakehead – its fangs bite into your arm, deep enough to grab a firm enough hold to jerk it back before the blade connects. Its edge grazes the warrior’s head, flash-burning the membrane and the side of its temple.Howling in rage and pain, the alien stumbles back, and the weapon retreats to protect its master. You leap to your feet, lightsabers blazing as you press the attack. If there’s one advantage you can press, the alien warrior is unmistakably tired. Whether or not he’s shaking off hibernation sickness or unseen injuries from the battle, every strike that connects shudders with the telltale feeling of someone running on fumes. Hell, his damned snake is doing more of the work than he is, the lazy bastard.You reach into the Force, trying to get ahold of the alien’s mind to expedite the process……and the shock nearly takes your head off in a blow that you only barely dodge.“Gaelle!” shouts Trykov, “What’s wrong?!There is absolutely…nothing.Not even a void in the Force or an absence you can keenly observe.Simply...nothing.That is the only way you could describe it.(cont.)
Somehow, this creature is completely cut off from the Force, utterly detached in a way that you’d only seen in droids or machinery. Even the Yinchorii or Toydarians, species with an inherent resistance to mind-afflicting techniques, could be perceived and sensed within the universal energy field that bound and penetrated every being, from the microscopic midi-chlorians to planets seeped with the energies of life.But more importantly, the intuitive sensory abilities that you had taken for granted for all of your life are nowhere to be found on this battlefield.For the very first time, it will be nothing beyond your skill with a lightsaber and pure, human instinct that will either carry the day or find you wanting.The alien advances, menacing you with strikes and blows aimed to destroy your helmet. Whatever weakness it had displayed is almost nowhere to be found – a second wind or adrenaline rush. He might not know the specifics of why you had flinched, but he knows well enough to make a furious counterattack.His whip snaps around your lightsaber, nearly wrenching it out of your hand. You go with it, using the momentum to bring your second up towards his neck. The other end of the whip almost slithers off the warrior’s arm, giving it enough room to ensnare both of your lightsabers. Arms trembling with exertion, and knees buckling from how the warrior suddenly bears down upon you, you’re almost helpless as it extends a clawed hand towards your helmet.But as the former padawan of Master Larid, he didn’t teach you how to fight fair.>>Both of your lightsabers have the Dual-Phase mod…>>Rolled a 12, considered a Triumph FFG dice…Your thumbs depress a pair of buttons carefully hidden behind the activation switch. In an instant, the blades of both lightsabers abruptly shorten and lose at least half of their length. The snakehead betrays surprise, hissing and flailing, tangling itself in an attempt to find purchase where there suddenly is none. Caught off-balance, its wielder tumbles, overcompensating for the abrupt loss of resistance. You lunge upward, closing the distance inside his movement where the staff can’t maneuver. Your lightsabers reach the place where the black, plated armor ends at the warrior’s neck, crossing like a pair of scissors. They hit the membrane, and the thrill of victory wins over one final, irrational fear of resistance as it withers and bubbles and parts upon contact.Master Larid taught you how to win.A scream unbecoming of a Jedi tears out of your throat, echoing in the space of your helmet as the lengths uncross, and the severed head of the alien goes tumbling through the void. The headless torso collapses with only the barest hint of blood leaking from the cauterized gape of its trachea. The momentum of the attack lifts its body off the floor, joining the head in an uncontrolled tumble through zero-G.>>YOU DEFEATED>>UNKNOWN ALIEN WARRIOR(cont.)
God I hope we brought a bodybag. I don't want Ceyla to have to see the results of our first contact.
Gulping and gasping for air, you stumble back, coming to rest on a nearby support pillar. Sheathing your lightsabers, you beckon towards Trykov and B-33. “…you guys alright?”The droid stirs. “…this unit has sustained significant extremity damage, but all critical components remain operational.”Good. That’s…good. “Force help us if there’s more, but keep your eyes peeled-”The Clone suddenly stiffens, and his alarm screams through the Force. “Farren, the staff-!”…you hear nothing, sense nothing in the Force as a weight suddenly falls on your body. There is a frenzy of movement as something tears at your back, ripping apart oxygen tubes and filtration systems before slithering up your back. You barely process the alarm on your biometrics as the living weapon coils itself around the helmet and begins to squeeze.As the first of several web-like cracks in the polycarbonate begin to appear, time slows as your hand flails wildly, searching for the snakehead. You find it as a long, jagged crack suddenly forms, and it fights you every second of the way, hissing and biting, trying to coil around your wrist to try and strangle the blood flow from your hand.A surge of adrenaline courses through your body as you bring the emitter of your lightsaber to the softer, pliant flesh of its mouth and jam it straight between the little monster’s fangs.snap-HISS!The helmet hadn’t completely broken, even if the oxygen tubing had been disconnected. As the coils of the snake loosen and fall slack, Trykov is already hurrying with a sealant. You both make fast work, sealing the cracks and re-attaching the hoses as best you can. It wouldn’t last you for more than an hour, but it’s plenty of time to get back to the Albatross…“Grab the bodies…” You order, stumbling as a wave of vertigo suddenly assails you. Between the corpses and B-33’s recordings of your fight, this should be more than enough for an autopsy and analysis. “…both of them. The staff, the warrior…everything…we’re leaving…”As you stand up, you suddenly find it hard to breathe. As if the snake had gotten inside of your body, and had coiled around your lungs.You frown, then look to where the snakehead had bitten you – both when it protected its master, and how it fought you before you killed it.Had its venom penetrated through the enviosuit?A sudden coughing fit overtakes you, causing Trykov to run and support you. When you recover, you find your view obscured with a viscous liquid. Just before the darkness overtakes you, you dimly realize that it had been your own blood.>>Adding to the loot...>>Decapitated corpse of alien warrior>>Decapitated corpse of living staff>>Blaster/lightsaber resistant armor>>B-33's recording of the fight>>You have been poisoned.>Please roll 2d8 Resilience (1d8 per Brawn)>Best out of three.Apologies for the delay. Struggled with how to end the fight.
Rolled 8, 4 = 12 (2d8)>>5676965>Apologies for the delay. Struggled with how to end the fight.No problem boss, means a lot to be one of the extremely few people to kill a Vong pre-Vector Prime. Maul and Farren should form a club.
Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d8)>>5676965Well Fuck, hope the MSA and jedi Xenobiologists are up to standard ...
Rolled 7, 8 = 15 (2d8)>>5676965
>>5676965It was nice double decapitationReminder for shopping list, buy higher quality enviosuits.Well, better grab the heads to, their brains will no doubt be interesting. Now how to call our Archon friend and the triumvirate, for send a bigger ship here without anyone noticing ....
and i imagine the poison glands of the snakeweaponthing are in his head. A antidote can be created from them in time probably.
So Cortosis is this super rare material that is hard to process and isn't even that physically tough without mixing with other material.And the Vong can just grow armor that does everything cortosis can except disable the lightsaber themselves.
>>5677010There's like a half dozen materials that can resist lightsaber strikes without disabling them. Beskar steel, for example.
Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d8)>>5676965
>>5677101>rolled an 7I’m glad you have a slow trigger finger anon…
>>5676965Aww man, so much for getting a venom-spitting lightsaber resistant ship's pet...Unless...
>>5677129>Ceyla gets a staff Viper whip as a pet and comanionI'd support it
>>5677135A blind girl carrying a force-invisible venomous weapon that thinks for itself.I dunno about this, chief.
>>5677141Pygmy Rancor it is.
>>5677129Mashallah vongforms are meant only for destruction. I will also not be voting to wear the vonduun crab suit. Entering another organism while in a relationship with Arotta seems wrong.
>>5677141That’s why you gotta catch them as they’re hatching and smack ‘em once or twice before they skedaddle off into another part of the ship. Shows ‘em who’s in charge.Besides, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to see the look on these aliens faces when we pull out our own snake, complete with it’s own tiny homemade hooded shadow robes.
>>5677146>Look Master! I made a small Jedi Hood for Snek, so i can see it too!>... ahm
>>5677150>it comes with a miniature Miraluka visor "just because">she'd also made a shadowsheathe pouch for the snake to snuggle up in>as well as little disguises for infiltration missions>even includes a forged starship pilot's license
>>5677208Ya know, I just realized Ceyla could justify bringing a pet or droid with her at all times under the guise of it being a Seeing Eye companion.
>>5677209Calling attention to the fact she's a Miraluka isn't a good idea in the Imperial Galaxy.>>5676605>Mace Windu Sai-Tok.gifThat's sai cha.
>>5677212>Calling attention to the fact she's a Miraluka isn't a good idea in the Imperial Galaxy.Miraluka don't need seeing eye things, it'd make it look like she's just a blind human too broke for ocular implants.
All this talk of Ceyla getting a pet snake staff gives me an excuse to post this.It'd be even funnier if the staff could grab a blaster and do this.
>>5677511>years go by in the game and out>final confrontation with Vader>Larid died creating a chink in Vader's armor>Farren widened it at the price of both sabers>"Like your master before you, you have failed. Do you have any last words?">"No, but my Padawan looks like she does.">"Wha-">"SNEK! PROTECT MASTER GAELLE!">Vader proceeds to die wrestling a snake crawling around inside his gimp suit
>>5677527nah it'd be stealthier than that.>And what can a Padawan do to me?>The snake's already in your suit.>The WHAT is in my-GAAAAH
>>5677010>>5677011Pretty sure anything with the right energy field can also block sabers
>>5677634Yeah, but who the fuck has a personal energy shield in this era?
>>5677746Every Droidika ever
>>5677750Well yeah, but as far as I can tell we're just about done fighting any kinda droid, much less Droideka.
>>5677746Don't electro weapons and vibroblades also block sabers or am I misremembering
>>5677786Yes they do.
>>5677786>electro weaponsLike a magnaguard's staff? Yeah, but they're also usually made of phrik, which is a lightsaber-resistant alloy.>vibroblades Very rarely. As the odds of fighting someone with a lightsaber decreased (and dudes with blasters increased) the Galaxy as a whole stopped building them to stop plasma blades.
>>5677529>>5677527Even better, you guys remember how every once in a while someone finds a snake in a toilet? And that these snakes’ venom can apparently seep into skin to poison you? Imagine the headline, “Emperor found dead on toilet, no wounds visible.” Hell, if he’s sitting, he’d probably think it’d be splashback until it was too late.
>>5677841Who would win?>One of the most prolific Sith Lords of his generationor>A sneaky shitter snake
>>5677849>Sheev trying to Force Lightning a snake that’s biting into his nutsack and just PULLING it down into the toiletBeautiful.
>>5677841Palpatine is probably immune to blood poisoning. Also if he doesn't sleep do you think he uses the bathroom? Tenebrous caught his master in the 'fresher after all.
>>5677867In a few months there's gonna be a coup that nearly succeeds in killing him with a virus bomb. Dunno if that's close enough to a normal poison but he certainly wasn't immune to that.
>>5677899That was also face-melting nerve gas that half-melted his lungs, which he recovered from on his own. Going after Palpatine is a mistake, we need to go after Vader first. It's why we voted to stay with Arotta, we can use the memory of Togruta strange to help sway Vader to our side, then he can help us overthrow the Emperor.
>>5677906>which he recovered from on his ownThe whole reason Vader and co. went to the Prism was to get Sheev medical help explicitly because he could NOT recover on his own.
>>5677906>It's why we voted to stay with Arotta, No? I assure you not a single person who voted for getting serious with Arotta did it for anything related to Vader.
>>5677968he’s just shitposting anon, there was no discussion of Vader.
>>5677984>he’s just shitposting anon, there was no discussion of Vader.You weren't there for the discussion of Vader. >>5677968>I assure you not a single person who votedI just said at least one did, and there are more of us. >>5677939They had to get him off of Coruscant, which is why they hid him on the Ghost Prison, which only Vader knew about. Because Sheev didn't tell him about Byss I guess lol.
>>5678026>They had to get him off of CoruscantRight, because they couldn't get him to a medical station on-world.>which is why they hid him on the Ghost PrisonIndeed, while he convalesced. Pic related.>Because Sheev didn't tell him about Byss I guess lol.Dark Empire has a soft spot in my heart, mostly because of the art, but goddamn an entire secret planet of diehard Imperials and a massive fleet of Star Destroyers is an asspull. Glad that didn't get carried over into Dis- wait a minute...
>>5678046>but goddamn an entire secret planet of diehard Imperials and a massive fleet of Star Destroyers is an asspullTbf unlike Disney the fleet we see in Dark Empire around Byss was recalled to the Deep Core after Endor, the only thing that was built there was the Galaxy Gun. Even Eclipse was fitted out there, it was built on Kuat. >Indeed, while he convalesced. Pic related.Alright it's been a while since I read ghost prison. Still, IIRC Jacen survives Vong poison pretty easily during the War and that's when Anakin is still alive, so poisoning the Emperor is pretty tough. Also nobody could answer whether or not Sheev uses the 'fresher.
>>5678046>but goddamn an entire secret planet of diehard Imperials and a massive fleet of Star Destroyers is an asspull.It is an asspull, but I can also believe Sheev would have that ready to go as he's known for having a hilarious amount of contingency plans and long term schemes.
>>5678066>Also nobody could answer whether or not Sheev uses the 'fresher.Well, he could either be so evil his digestive system is turbocharged to digest pretty much anything, or he could be teleporting his turds into Yoda's bedroom. Who knows.Still, those black robes he be wearing does mean easy access to the ass. Probing and chestbursting isn't out of the question.
>>5678075I feel like if we ever end up somehow close enough to Sheev to go after him he'll out-shadow Farren and/or Larrid. This is the same guy who stood in the middle of the High Council Chamber while conducting Sith Sorcery in his basement.
>>5676966>>5676977>>5676984>Rolled a 7, 8.>Factoring in Sia-Lann, a Jedi with a modicum of talent in Force Healing…>Factoring in Master Larid’s medical droid aboard the Bantha…>Bringing B-33 allowed you to take a recording of your duel…>…you survive the strange poison, if only just barely.>>Meanwhile, in an emergency joint MSDF High Command/Triumvirate meeting…“…and then Master Farren started bleeding from almost everywhere.” Ceyla’s voice was uneven, hitching at every other word as she recounted what had happened to her master. “…nose, mouth, ears, eyes…every breath he tried to take, there was just this horrible, choking noise…”She couldn’t bring herself to finish. The young miraluka was on the brink of tears, and through the Force, her fear and distress radiated as bright as pulsar stars. Her crewmates, a Clone and a Nagai, offered what solidarity they could, patting her shoulder and offering soft words of encouragement. But Ceyla’s emotions went beyond what they could provide in front of the assorted committee of Jedi and military officials.At one time, she might have been chastised for failing to maintain an emotional center, if not a presentable façade. Whether or not her master perished from the poison would be ultimately in the hands of the Force. And if he died, then it was permittable to mourn, but not to linger on his passing.That’s what Grand Master Yoda might have said, but none of the sitting Jedi on the Triumvirate would have thrown those words out as “consolation”. Even if Ceyla’s master hadn’t been the son of a person they held dear in their hearts, none of them were nearly that dispassionate or dispensary with those kinds of insensitive platitudes.Brethon Larid exhaled heavily, clearing his throat to get the attention of the room. “…thank you, Ceyla. You can go now.”Ceyla had been the last of the Albatross crewmembers to be debriefed. As one, they bowed respectfully to the assembly, and quietly withdrew from the meeting hall. Doubtless to visit her master as Farren fought for his life in a bacta tank.Masters Aure and Kosa were equally concerned, but Larid's guts had twisted themselves into knots, and a fist seemed to be clenching at his heart. In the thirteen years of his apprenticeship beneath the Shadow, Farren had never come so close to death as he had now. That didn't mean that they suffered injuries - their line of work thrust them into peril and danger at almost every turn and passing.But it seemed that every time Farren set off from Amagi on a mission or adventure, death aggressively courted his old apprentice. As if that, after becoming a Jedi Knight, there had been some sort of protection that had been revoked. And even with the rise of the Empire and the triumph of the Sith, the galaxy was trying to compensate by throwing the worst it had to offer.The Revenant and Storyteller.The Force Entity Jombaral.The Jedi Conclave.(cont.)
Now...whatever the hell had emerged from the wreck of the bioship.Larid knew well enough that his feelings for Alleana's brat went beyond that of master and apprentice. It was the same sort of emotion that settled on him like a blanket when Tessa said he was going to be a father all those years ago. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud. The sight of his old padawan, intubated and floating aimlessly in a bacta tank roused paternal instincts that he had thought died with Tessa and their unborn daughter.And yet, Farren Gaelle was his own person. He might have been the son of the Triumvirate’s childhood friend, but he was more than that. More than some mere replacement or surrogate for the child he would never hold or comfort or console or love.But he brought his mind back to the present before those dark thoughts could poison him further. One day, he would have his vengeance against that bastard Storyteller. Justice would be served for the villagers of du Loc’s Hollow and the Ceryll family, even if it killed him in the process of doing so.Today was not that day.“…in a state of utter panic,” Wing Commander Belka said with a deceptive calm. The Chiss’ features were pinched more so in annoyance than any real anger. “The Space Cavalry’s been drowning in requests for fighter escorts for every orbital mining operation. The miners think every ice-covered asteroid is hiding a bioship.”Admiral Mercantor frowned. “That would mean pulling fighters away from Operation SPHERE and the frontier patrols. We’re still short on replacement pilots – the next batch of recruit airmen won’t finish their training for another few weeks.”“I know. But the Mining Guild has gone on strike until their demands are met. Effective immediately, until they get the security for their ships and people.”Operation SPHERE was the clandestine name for the military campaign to strengthen the Alliance’s core territory. Admittedly a grandiose name with only a Core Ship and retrofitted cargo haulers to back it up, it had seen moderate success in seizing slave planets and penal colonies across their side of the Veil Nebula. The Globus certainly led the charge for all planetary assaults, but the Space Cavalry had been the backbone to see them through.Losses had been…as about expected for a newly formed military power. Cut off from their brethren, the Tof fought with a viciousness that, while expected, bloodied the noses of the nascent MSDF. Casualties were not high enough to be pyrrhic, but there's only so much that post-liberation would do to keep morale up.It was worth noting that within the Mercantors’ Core Ship, they had squirreled away a handful of squadrons’ worth of Vulture Droids, BMP Gunships and Tri-Fighters. But they were a finite source that they were hesitant to spend. The closest CIS droid factory was several hundred parsecs away, and the Mercantors were too leery of the Teladi to share blueprints.(cont.)
>>5678085Uh, was there any head left to the snake after we sabered it's head off? I'd figure there's at least a chance that we'd make an antivenom with it.
>>5678090There's "enough" left over for both an antivenom to be developed and Larid to perform an autopsy.Still knocked Farren out for a loop. Sia-Lann was doing everything with her (limited) knowledge of Force Heal to keep the poison from spreading any further within your body.
>>5678093>Sia's "Force Healing" was just gripping specific veins with telekinesis to try and isolate the venom
>>5678087>BMP GunshipsThe CIS are the Russian army?
>>5678106Ah, goddammit. That's supposed to be HMP. Whoops.
>>5678087“…I’ll have to speak to Taski about it.” All eyes turned to the head of the table. Keimann’s eyes glittered darkly, and his voice was as hard as steel. “But while their concerns are valid, a strike is unacceptable. Not when we haven’t even finished mining the Teladi’s next shipment of ice for Spare Fleet.”The Supreme Archon looked as if he had aged several years since the last time Larid had saw him. It hadn’t helped either that, in the haste to call the meeting, he’d arrived unshaven and underdressed. Sweatpants ill-suited him, but he at least had the decency to throw on a military jacket atop his t-shirt. But he didn’t feel too much sympathy. It had been Keimann’s plea for aid that eventually led to Farren’s involvement in the whole mess. The Jedi didn’t need the Force to know that the Ferroan was feeling incredibly guilty, and that he was cringing under the frosty stares of the Triumvirate.“And what do we tell the people in the meanwhile?” General Sho demanded.“Tell ‘em the truth,” drawled Aure. “Freak accident happened and they woke up something in hibernation. No different from a mynock or an exogorth, or whatever the hell those space whales are from old myths and legends. Force knows that this part of space has strange and unexplained alien life.”Larid wasn’t the only one who picked up the inflection. Pass it off as just a result of bad luck. Incredibly bad luck, but one that wasn’t any cause for fear. Obviously, security would be amped up, but Force willing, there’d be far less of these encounters, and the MSDF would be able to (gradually) wean the additional manpower back to Operation SPHERE.Unfortunately, there wasn’t any real way for them to say that this was a one-off thing. As far as the entirety of the room was concerned, this was the first time that they’d ever dealt with something of this kind. They were in an intelligence blind spot, and were desperate to try and rectify that. Ghost stories and hearsay passed along from ship-to-ship were being scrutinized like academic sources. A discrete request for information had been sent to the Teladi, and the ransacked treasures of the Tof poured over for any sort of clues or context. “I suppose that will do as a stop-gap measure,” Mercantor rumbled, “But I couldn’t help but notice the fact that we left out what was inside of the bioship.”An uncomfortable silence fell upon the assembly as the overhead lights dimmed. The holotank in the center of the room, displaying a map of Operation SPHERE’s ongoing progress, derezzed and disappeared. Then, all eyes in the room were glued to the holographic images of Farren Gaelle and the alien warrior, dueling in the (literal) guts of the bioship.Keimann was first to speak. “I’ve seen my fair share of species in the Tof’s slave markets. I can safely and definitely say that I’ve never seen anything like…that.”(cont.)
Geez, We likely gave poor Torok an heart attack as well.
>>5678163After we're cleared to go on another adventure, we really should bring him along for a space trip around the Unknown Regions or the Outer Rim, as long as he can promise not to go off on Trykov. Maybe see if we can finally find a Force Healer for Kirsten Gamorrian healer nuns, please, or perhaps that CIS medical doctor Kaz hinted at.
By the way, do Vong do organic prosthetics? I kinda wonder what Kreia would have to say about the force-dependent miraluka getting some force-absent prosthetic snake eyes
>>5678236>implying that the prosthetics won’t try to eat your brain after a while or some shit
>>5678236Sorry, they do, but unless you’re a Vong, you’re only getting surge coral.
>>5678026I was there since post 1, thread 1. I was there for Bladebound Retainer, too (though I missed most of the first thread). I was there when /taskforcetg/ was still running out of /tg/ rather than /qst/. You're talking to an oldfag, son.
>>5678172>perhaps that CIS medical doctor Kaz hinted at.Ten bucks says it's Mr. War Criminal himself
>>5678348Well, it's probably either him or Zan Arbor.
>>5678338What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I started reading from the beginning of Kaz quests, and I've been involved in numerous secret voting sessions on Twitter, and I have over 9000 confirmed votes. I am experienced in Task Force 666 and I'm the top Adriannafag in the entire Bladebound fanbase. You are nothing to me but just another newfag. I will wipe your votes the fuck out with samefagging the likes of which has never been seen before on this board, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me in Interregnum? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am browsing Wookieepedia and factchecking your headcanon right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your post. You've fucking lost, kid. I can be in any thread, anytime, and I can outvote you with over seven hundred IPs, and that's just with my free VPNs. Not only have I extensively voted in Kaz Quests, but I have access to all my votes from way back in Ruby Quest and I will use them to their full extent to prove your newfag ass has only been here since the Election, you little tourist. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking keyboard. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, newfag.
>>5678435Shiiiit seems someone dun goofed.
Kaz?You doing okay?
>>5680995Yeah, I'm fine. Just some writer's block and packing for an overseas trip. It's been (and continues to be) a bit of a tight week of travelling.I also just got back from out of town for my commencement ceremony. Your boy's now got a Master's Degree.If any of you guys were players in the 'Testament of Tatamu' that I ran, thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart for participating.That one-shot formed the core of the project component accompanying my 68-page thesis paper.
>>5681063Congrats man. Glad it worked out for you!
>>5681063Congrats.What's the degree in?
>>5681063How dare you let real life get in the way of keyboard drudgery.
>>5678135The feeling was mutual. It wasn’t something that any of the Jedi had seen either. And they’d scoured the entirety of the Bantha’s archives for even the barest scrap of information. They had found nothing any more substantive than the MSDF’s hurried inquiries.But this wasn’t the first time Larid had seen the recording. In the hour leading up to this meeting, he’d watched it several times, even as his arms were elbow-deep in the aliens’ chests during its autopsy. Repeated viewing didn’t get easier. Every time that damned snakehead lunged at Farren made his blood pressure shoot up like a rocket.His mood was likewise reflected on the faces of the room. Many were faced with impossibilities that had completely pulled the rug from out of their feet. Thankfully, more were looking at the duel with the same intense scrutiny he had. He could see the gears turning in Aure and Kosa’s head, fellow wielders of lightsabers and the Force, thinking how they might have acted if they had been in Farren’s place.“…suffice to say that we won’t be telling anyone outside this room about…” Sho gestured vaguely with her hands. “…whatever the hell that thing is, right?”That seemed to be the consensus. The only other one who had been told was Archon of Internal Security, the Arkanian Elma Crane, and via secure tightbeam of the highest order. It had been debated to invite Kituh, the Archon of Foreign Affairs, but that had been ultimately shot down. The Bothan was still in negotiations with the Teladi, and Keimann hadn’t wished to unbalance the diplomat with such alarming news.“Transparency is a virtue,” opined Kosa, “But in this scenario…discretion would be the better part of valor.”Aure grimmaced. She paused the recording, right where the alien’s black, plated armor turned away Farren’s lightsabers. “Yeah, because nothing screams ‘subtle’ more than discovering yet more materials that’s resistant to lightsabers…” Her voice trailed off as she turned an expectant look to Larid. “Both of which were alive.”That was his cue. The Shadow took to the center of the room before confusion could break out in the peanut gallery. Producing a datachip from his pocket, he fed it into the holotank. The recording of the duel receded, yielding to his autopsy report and accompanying images. More than one person blanched at the aliens – the fact that they were naked (save for a modesty cloth) had little to do with their reaction.“I’ll try not to be too grisly,” he said with a flat inflection, “But if any of you are easily squeamish, I’d recommend getting a bucket before I begin. I had to cut them open to get what I’m about to tell you.”No-one moved. Good.(cont.)
He continued: “I’ll reiterate – this is a first contact scenario. Unless other information reveals itself later, these aliens are not known to the Unknown Regions, let alone within former Republic space. But they have since proven to be exceptionally hostile – no warning whatsoever before their ship fired upon the convoy, and they had no intent to surrender when Farren and his crewmates boarded the ship.“These creatures,” Larid spat out with no small amount of disgust, “Weren’t born this way. Both the one Farren dueled and the corpse he recovered look the same, but their insides…different in spite of a shared DNA. Most of their organs are bio-grafts. Livers, lungs...the one Farren killed? That one has the Force-damned digestive tract of something that I’ve never even seen before.”The Shadow opted out of the grislier photos, opting instead to show DNA strands and helixes to the joint committee. Window dressing as he doubted most of them were scientists, but it hammered his point home. Not even the Clones produced on Kamino had been this overly engineered, let alone augmented.All of their technology appeared to be entirely organic. Combing through the wreck of the bioship, there had been nothing in the way of circuitry or electronics, but there had been organic analogues to such systems. That matched up with what Trykov said in his own debriefing. Beyond millennia of space debris that had built up on the hull of the ship itself, almost everything seemed to have been grown.“As is their armor and weaponry.” Larid’s slide changed to a picture of the living weapon, and the black armor. The membrane attached to the decapitated head twitched with every instance of poking and prodding. “For those wondering, an antivenom has been synthesized from the remains of the snake-staff. Farren Gaelle is expected to make a full recovery.”The room released a collective breath, and the Shadow briefly reflected on how all of them had some connection to his former apprentice.“In addition to the snake-staff, we’ve recovered various insects and organisms that died upon exposure to vacuum. But, in no small part thanks to Farren’s skills with a lightsaber…”>>Decapitating the Alien Warrior has netted the Jedi Triumvirate one (1) intact and alive suit of black carapace armor.The black armor of the first corpse hadn’t survived the explosive decompression of the bioship. But the armor of the duelist had survived long enough to be evacuated into the hull of the Albatross. The damned thing was a writhing carapace of too many spikes and claws, and fought like the devil when Larid struggled to pry its owner’s corpse out of it. Ultimately, it took sedating the damned thing, flooding the cargo hold with enough knock-out gas to make a chemical trooper blush.“I couldn’t tell you what makes both of them resistant to blaster bolts or lightsabers, but I know that they have to be alive to do it.”(cont.)
As he continued his presentation, Larid’s thoughts strayed towards the last words Farren had gasped before the venom rendered him unconscious. He almost couldn’t believe it, but trying to sedate and calm the armor using the Force had all but confirmed it. And for perhaps the third time in his life, he had no idea how to respond or react.Luck wasn’t something he inherently believed in, but it had been exceedingly fortunate that it had been his apprentice to duel the alien. Farren had always preferred swordsmanship to Force techniques, even if he hadn’t been neglecting the latter. The difference had ultimately saved his life and allowed him to emerge the victor.It was one thing to fight an enemy resistant to the Force.It was another thing to fight one not only completely cut off from it, but utterly invulnerable to its more direct applications.>>You will require a week to recover. During this time…>Ceyla throws herself into lightsaber training with gusto, supervised by Bultar Swan (Warden/Shien Expert).>The Albatross crew repair and fix the ship, and debate tactics and upgrades to increase the ship’s firepower.>Arotta visits the ward every day, emotions split between worry for you and anger for making her worry.>Torok sends a message that chastises you for scaring him, but ultimately wishes you well.>The Triumvirate begins the process of integrating the Kessel Conclave into their ranks.>Shadday Potkin is deemed physically well enough to stand trial for her actions on Kessel.>The famine over Ulsind is broken, and the first ships of Spare Fleet arrive from Teladi Space.>>The Empire is still on high alert and searching for the missing Jedi Conclave, and the moratorium on missions into Republic Space continues.>>Upon recovery, what do you wish to be your next mission?>Journey Uliea, your alleged homeworld and only safe planet on Alleana’s list to visit.>Patrol along the edges of Alliance/Teladi space for pirates attacking convoys.>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.>Visit Teladi Space to properly upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).>Custom option. (Write-in)>>Did Master Larid disclose the fact that these aliens are immune to the Force with the joint council?>Yes. The MSDF need to know the full capabilities of this new threat, even if there are no Jedi among their ranks.>No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.>>Please structure your votes as the following.>Farren mission vote.>Larid’s disclosure vote.[VOTE OPEN FOR TWELVE HOURS]>>5681095>>5681149>>5681330Thank you! I graduated with a degree in Sound Engineering.
I'm going on vacation to the UK and France for the next ten days. Will try to update as best I can.
>>5681651>Visit Teladi Space to properly upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).We've got a direction to upgrade towards, as well as some topics to probe. Also get Ceyla talking to people.>>5681651>>No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.Honestly, it's not too important to them. Lightsaber-resistant and can CQC in space is more understandable and plenty real to the MSDF. It might come up if the shamankas start joining the fray, but if we really want to train them up to specifically counter it, we can go to them personally.
>>5681651>Visit Teladi Space to properly upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).>Yes. The MSDF need to know the full capabilities of this new threat, even if there are no Jedi among their ranks.let's be up front with our only allies pls.>>5681654Fuck updating man!Enjoy your vacation instead
>>5681063Yup, that was an interesting setting.
>>5681651>>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.>Yes. The MSDF need to know the full capabilities of this new threat, even if there are no Jedi among their ranks.
>>5681651>>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.Feel like the brunt of the training we did with her was on the Albatross on our way to and from Kessel. Let's make training a bit more formal.>>No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.
>>5681651>Journey to Uliea, your alleged homeworld and only safe planet on Alleana’s list to visit.Sounds like the kind of peaceful journey we need while we're recovering... ah, who am I kidding, we're bound to get in some kind of trouble sooner or later.
>>5681731>Yes. The MSDF need to know the full capabilities of this new threat, even if there are no Jedi among their ranks.They need to know what makes these things truly scary beyond a simple "lightsaber resistance". The Vong arent just any old threat.
>>5681651>Visit Teladi Space to properly upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).Do some research into the guy to see if he keeps his mouth shut. He might be our go-to guy on finding out what the capabilities of both the bioship and the battlemoon are, and how to kill the former and slow down progress of the latter.>Yes. The MSDF need to know the full capabilities of this new threat, even if there are no Jedi among their ranks.I’d rather not lie by omission, particularly if there turns out to be a spy for these guys on Amagi, and Crane thinks that the Force might help with finding them.Also, before we leave, buy some Toffie 59 for the liquor cabinet, and use the excuse of buying them to ask Ingmar about any Tof legends regarding fire spitting coral asteroids, and who might be interested in killing them.
>>5681651>Torok sends a message that chastises you for scaring him, but ultimately wishes you well.
>>5681651>>Visit Teladi Space to properly upgrade the Albatross (and investigate Pip Arcblade).Lets do something less taxing for now and its also a great excuse to give Ceyla more insight into what shadows do aside from batteling things that should not be.>No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.I don't see how its relevant to them and even if 'sharing the news' wins, i would advocate for only telling Keimann. Make it a secret that is passed along by the position until/if it becomes relevant (kinda like the book that the US president gets to read upon taking over that position).
>>5681763Oh, yeah, how much does discovering a hostile unknown alien and assisting in killing it net us for helping out Keimann and the MSDF? Gonna buy more black robes, costumes and Slave’s Tea mix with that.
>>5681651>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.We need some downtime considering the pace we've been running at since Order 66, and Ceyla needs the structure. >No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.The Jedi have been more independent of the Alliance than they were of the Republic and it should stay that way. The "unknown alien"'s immunity to the Force isn't relevant to the MSDF, and Force precognition still works against them, so what few Jedi pilots we have can still coordinate attacks on them.
>>5681651Probably not a great idea at all. But perhaps it can be redone by someone else. Or no>Custom option. (Write-in)Propose to Keimann to start a new small military program, with Farren, Larid and the remnants of the 57th acting has its temporary instructors. The objective is to create a solid foundation for the future alliance spec ops, and provide one squad of them that is far above the average alliance soldier. One squad of talented recruits, will be made in skilled professional soldiers, capable of infiltrating behind enemy lines (for example obtain intel or create a network for new slave rebellions on Tof worlds) and striking hard strategical elements of the Tof military and government. (We start their training. If the idea is successfull and meets our objectives, others in the military alliance will continue it. Should be something useful now and in the future)>No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.I am not sure on this. But I will go with No for now.
>>5681651>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.I feel like this is a good idea for several reasons. It lets us recover, it allows for the heat to die down in Imperial space, and it gives us the ability to train in earnest (duh).Also we could have some joint training with Arotta and her Padawan. Nothing else going on there. No sir.>No. The matter of invulnerability to the Force is a matter for Jedi, and will remain a secret within the Triumvirate.Gotta keep those cards close to our chest. Need to know basis and all that.
>Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders under the command of Canderous Ordo encountered what would later come to be known as a Yorik-stronha, disguised as an asteroid>When Ordo used a thermal generator to melt the frozen methane covering the "asteroid", the Yorik-Stronha, in Ordo's words, "woke up". >The asteroid began to spin quickly and then proceeded to fire plasma at the Mandalorians. The extragalactic weaponry was able to melt through the Mandalorian's armor "like wax". >The attack on the Mandalorians became the "first contact" with the Known Galaxy. >The probe fled soon after the brief battle with Ordo's Mandalorians. >The Mandalorians were able to track the probe's hyperspace wake to the edge of the galaxy, where the Neo-Crusaders turned back, apparently thinking that the mysterious ship was going on a suicide run into the great void outside the galaxy.What're the odds Canderous' yorik-stronha is our yorik-stronha? The Crispin system isn't exactly close, but it could've skirted the galactic disk until stopping in 19A-KJ.>>5681962>Also we could have some joint training with Arotta and her Padawan. Nothing else going on there. No sir.Some joint shadow training with Larid and Vuqu would be great as well. Teen drama, fun traditional shadow tortu- training exercises, sparring, Farren and Larid ganging up on their padawans. Good stuff.
>>5681651>>Stay on Amagi to have enough space to properly train yourself and Ceyla.>>Yes. The MSDF need to know the full capabilities of this new threat, even if there are no Jedi among their ranks.I really wish we could contact Nomiana right now. If we build a spec ops team, I wonder if we could hire her clan.