“Master Koon, have you ever been to Fondor?” you ask.

The two of you are standing before a huge transparisteel viewport that wraps around the entire spaceward wall of the orbital dock’s VIP gate. In the silent void outside, tens of thousands of starships of all colors, shapes, and sizes flit to and fro like metallic fireflies among dozens of other docks just like this one in Coruscant’s high orbit. The flat darkness of outer space has almost completely vanished under the glow of countless sublight drives and running lights.

“Once, with my own Master,” Plo Koon answers. “We were there to investigate the disappearances of two Republic Judicial officers.

“…were they ever found?”

“They were.”

Before you can get anything more out of him, you glimpse the distinctive vertical-hammerhead profile of a Consular-class cruiser slowly come into view around the gleaming curve of the orbital dock. The diplomatic vessel’s three primary drives cut out as it draws near the extending airlock, and the pilot uses simple maneuvering thrusters to guide the ship into position. There’s a gentle clang as the hull’s airlock connects with the protruding chute.

“Let’s go, Padawan,” Koon says, striding towards the airlock entrance.

You heft up your traveling pack from the floor and follow him. The pack contains several changes of clothes, some emergency credits, female hygiene supplies, and a few other knickknacks. All the important stuff like your commlink and ration capsules is clipped to your utility belt.

>>23329574
Oh fuck I've missed a thread

A brown-haired Human woman, clad in the blue uniform of the Judicial Corps, greets you on the other side of the airlock.

“Master Jedi Koon, I presume?” she asks. “I’m Captain Gardann. Welcome aboard the Estrella.”

“Well met, Captain,” Koon replies. “This is my Padawan learner, Roa Koo’lade.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Captain Gardann,” you chirp.

Gardann looks a bit surprised at your age, but she quickly recovers. “Likewise, Padawan Koo’lade.”

She turns back to your Master. “I’d introduce the rest of my crew, but I was told that you want to get to Fondor as quickly as possible. Well, that’s certainly understandable.”

“Thank you, Captain. I have every faith in you, your crew, and your ship.”

Gardann nods and taps a wall-mounted communicator. “XO? The Jedi are aboard. Make clear of the dock and head for open space.”

[Yes, ma’am.]

The ship rumbles beneath your feet as the primary drives power up. The deck shivers under several hundred gravities of acceleration.

“I’ll show you to your quarters,” the captain says. She motions to the door. “This way, please.”

>>23329609

>No, last time I forgot to put up the title.

You and your Master share a double bunk bed in an unoccupied crew berth—Koon has politely declined the offer of the VIP quarters. The captain estimates that the trip will take a day and a half at the ship’s best speed, so you know you’ll have to get used to the cramped conditions aboard sooner or later.

But for now, Gardann is taking you and Master Koon on a guided tour of the Estrella. It’s a small, speedy vessel, slightly over a hundred meters long from stem to stern. There are four other crew members besides the captain herself, including her first mate/pilot, the chief and lone engineer, the medical officer, and the security/communications officer.

“Here we have engineering…”

A Neimoidian—you’re surprised by that—standing at a computer station waves the back of his hand at the three of you.

“The medbay…”

The white-walled, almost organically curved-looking room appears to be empty, but then you see the multi-limbed body of a surgical droid hanging from the ceiling.

“The galley…”

It’s actually empty. You see that the galley has a small kitchenette, dominated by a reheater and a relatively large refrigerator.

“And finally, our bridge.”

This room is occupied by two crew members, a tattooed Zabrak male at the helmsman’s station and a reptilian alien that you can’t identity. The reptilian has a holstered blaster mounted on its hip visible under its seat’s armrest. The Zabrak turns at the voice of the captain and sees the three of you at the entrance, his eyes widening in surprise and interest when he notices your horns.

“We’re almost clear of Coruscant’s gravity well, Captain,” he reports. “Thirty more seconds to go.”

“Very good, XO,” she replies. Gardann takes her seat next to him. “Lieutenant, do we have clearance to jump?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the (presumable) communications officer says.

>>23329636
>>No, last time I forgot to put up the title.
This is Thread 4.
I missed Thread 3.
Going two read it now.

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“Very good. Master Koon, would you and your Padawan like to observe the hyperspace jump?”

“Certainly, Captain,” he replies.

You’ve never seen a hyperspace transition before. Nobody says a word as the captain and the helmsman press buttons and tap commands into the veritable forest of controls on their consoles. At last, a complete silence fills the ship as the hyperdrive charges.

“Jump on my mark,” the captain says. “Three. Two. One.”

The stars outside distort into lines of pure white light and space itself seems to blur until it becomes a smooth dark grey. There’s a faint tearing noise as reality momentarily splits asunder, and you feel an invisible force tugging you backwards as the ship leaps into hyperspace.

It’s simultaneously thrilling and anticlimactic. It was over faster than you thought it would be, at least.

“We should reach Fondor at around 1800 CST tomorrow evening,” Gardann says, checking readout on her console.

“My thanks, Captain,” Plo Koon says. “Well, we won’t bother you any longer. Come along, Roa.”

Several hours pass in the blink of an eye. You’re back in your quarters, and your Master is off somewhere meditating.

What do you want to do?

>Talk to the engineer. You wouldn’t have expected a Neimoidian to join the Judicial Corps.
>Talk to the captain. You’re curious about shipboard life.
>Talk to the pilot. You don’t know all that much about your own race’s culture, nor do you have the tattoos you’ve seen on other Zabrak Jedi.
>Other.

>Any write-ins? Those are always good.

>>23329707
Talk with the pilot. Best to learn about oneself.

>>23329707
Talk with the pilot. Seems like a good idea to know about the culture of your own race.

>>23329707
Pilot, hwee
Also read the threads

>Koo’lade
Based.

>>23329707
>Talk to the pilot. You don’t know all that much about your own race’s culture, nor do you have the tattoos you’ve seen on other Zabrak Jedi.
May as well learn some more about our people, and it's good to be more "in tune" with the outside world than the stereotypical Jedi. I wonder which of the colonies he's from, or if he was born in the wider world?

>>23329707
Lets say Shipboard life? We might be doing this a lot, as a Jedi.

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>Talk to the pilot. You don’t know all that much about your own race’s culture, nor do you have the tattoos you’ve seen on other Zabrak Jedi.

The sight of the Zabrak pilot has piqued your curiosity. You know very little about Zabrak culture yourself; you only know a bit of biological information, that the homeworld is Iridonia, and that many Zabraks are Force-sensitive.

You go back to the passage leading into the cockpit and rap your knuckles against the wall. The pilot turns around and waves at you.

“Permission to step onto the bridge?” you ask.

“You don’t need to talk like that,” he says, clearly amused. “But yes, permission granted.”

As you enter, you notice that the reptilian communications officer has already left. The pilot follows your gaze.

“Staarl went to go check on the maintenance droids,” he explains. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Zur Yinter. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Apprentice Jedi.”

“Likewise,” you say. “I’m Roa Koo’lade.”

“Roa?” Yinter says. “Nice name. A Roa is a bird of prey native to Iridia—it’s small, but it has powerful wings and it flies fast enough to stun herd animals it crashes into claws-first. I got attacked by one when I was your age. That was a bit of fun.”

“Are you from Iridia?” you ask.

“Yep,” he replies. “I see you have no tattoos. I wouldn’t suppose you know why?”

You shake your head. “No. I was brought to the Jedi Temple when I was very young. I don’t know what my planet of birth was. I don’t know much about Zabraks, either.”

Yinter taps his chin. “Well, I can’t tell which planet you’re from, either. You’re all Coruscanti, now—accent, mannerisms, posture.”

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing,” you say defensively.

“Never said it was,” he says, holding his hands up in the universal gesture for peace. “So what would you like to know about Zabraks, Miss Koo’lade?”

>Write-in.

>>23330383
"So the tattoo's; what do they signify?"

>>23330383
>“Never said it was,” he says, holding his hands up in the universal gesture for peace. “So what would you like to know about Zabraks, Miss Koo’lade?”

"Do...you know what my last name means?"
>inb4 'OH YEAH'

>>23330383

Racial Passives, stat modifiers, any active abilities our race might confer etc.

>>23330383
Ask about the tattoos.

>>23330383
music? what are some of the traditional instruments

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>>23330447
>>23330515
>>23330661

“A lot,” you say. “For one, what are the tattoos for?”

“Well, young Zabraks get these as part of a rite of passage in their adolescence,” Yinter explains. He runs a fingertip down one of the thin, inked lines on his cheek. “They can represent a lot of things—family lineage, planet of birth, personality traits. My father gave me mine when I was fourteen.”

He traces each of his tattoos as he continues speaking. “This design represents duty, this one cunning, this one pragmatism, this one decisiveness, this one confidence. They all mix and overlap to form different messages.”

“So I’ll get mine when I’m older?” you ask. You can’t, for the life of you, distinguish the individual designs from each other. All you see is a strange network of lines as inscrutable as a Celestial ruin.

“Probably, though I guess you’ll have to carve them yourself.”

1/3 (so far)

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>>23330760

2/3 (so far)

“And what about my last name?” you ask. “Roa means crash-bird, I get that. What could possibly go with a name like that, though?”

Yinter shrugs. “Honestly, I have no clue. My family name is an old Zabraki word that means ‘traveling musician.’ I’ve never heard a name like ‘Koo’lade,’ though. I think that ‘Lade’ means ‘yes’ or ‘affirmative’ in some dialect of Zabraki, but that’s it.”

Yessss, I made it.

>>23330928
>I think that ‘Lade’ means ‘yes’ or ‘affirmative’ in
some dialect of Zabraki
OH YEAH!

>>23330928
>‘Lade’ means ‘yes’ or ‘affirmative’
Hah! OH YEAH!

>>23330928
>Our last name means OOOH YEEAAH!

>>23330978
>>23330985
>Oh YEAH

>>23330928
>crash-bird
But no one else gets 'Crash' Bird.

>>23331054
I think I just got it. Crash-bird. Koolade man.

>>23331074

Crash OhYeah.

>>23330928
"Huh, does that mean if you asked me something and it was right i could say 'By my name?'" "Cool!"

Did OP have a heart attack and die?

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>>23330928
>>23332142
Nope.

3/3 (so far)

You’re at a bit of loss about what to ask next. Then Yinter’s ‘traveling musician’ comment gives you an idea.

“What’s Zabraki music like?” you say. By this time, you’ve taken to leaning against the back wall of the cockpit, next to the entrance. “What kinds are there?”

“There’s quite a few,” Yinter says. “The most popular I know of are the traditional hunting drums, communal string playing, endurance drumming, and the diaspora music, which was created in celebration of our colonization of other planets. Zabraki music in general is heavily focused on string and percussion instruments. It’s said that the ancient Zabraks didn’t want to waste their breath on music in case of threats appearing during a celebration—they needed that air to fight or run. Well, I can believe that. Outside of the cities, Iridonia is a savage, savage place.”

You nod. “I hope I can visit Iridonia someday.”

“Definitely. It may be a dangerous world, but it’s beautiful, and it is the homeworld of our species.” Yinter leans back in his seat. “Anything else you’d like to ask?”

>>23332194
Cultural festivals and such. We know all of the big-name holidays, but what about some of the more race-specific stuff?

>>23332194
What's the traditional way of getting the tattoos? Do we just get a knife and cut them in there? Where can we find inspiration for designs, and information about what the different designs mean?

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>>23332212
>>23332232

>>23332194
4/5 (so far)

“You mentioned celebrations,” you answer. “What are the traditional Zabraki cultural festivals? Do you—we—celebrate High Day and Republic Day?”

“Of course we do,” he says. “Iridonia’s a Republic world, isn’t it? As for traditional festivals, most of them aren’t celebrated anymore by most Zabraks outside of the desert tribes. We celebrate Landing Day, of course, when colony ships landed on our first offworld colony. There’s also the New Autumn Festival, which historically was meant to celebrate our survival of the scorching hot summers and the yearly volcanic eruptions. It’s mostly a commercial holiday in modern times, though, which is a real shame. The last major one is the Ceremony of Passage. That’s when adolescents receive their tattoos. The Fullgrown’s Ceremony is a sort of sub-celebration meant for those teenagers who manage to successfully tattoo themselves without any external aid.”

He glances over at you. “I suppose you’d be included in the Fullgrown’s.”

“How do I carve the tattoos?” you ask. “Do I use ink-needles, or a knife to make scars?”

“Usually a master tattooist would do it for you,” Yinter replies. “My father was one, actually. The tattoos are incredibly complicated; a student can take decades to learn all of the designs. The ancient Iridonian nomads developed them as a sort of special identification for tribe members. Each tribe had its own unique style and designs. Each design signified a Zabraki word that made up a person’s given and clan name, plus myriad personal details.”

“That sounds like a pretty handy way of preventing identity theft.”

“Very handy. Only members of a given tribe could fully identify that tribe’s style of tattoos, based on depth, width, coloring, whatnot.”

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>>23332668

He pauses for a moment to check his displays before turning back to you.

“To answer your original question, the master tattooists used bone needles and inks created from certain flora and fauna. Each tribe had its own traditional inks, too. My father used sterilized metal needles, though. He thought there was no need to cause infections.”

“I think I’ll know what I’ll use, then,” you say dryly. “And how would I go about learning the designs?”

“You could ask a master tattooist to teach you or you could ask a Zabrak Jedi. I’ve met a few.” Yinter gives you a long, piercing look. “Self-tattooing is extremely difficult, though. You have to ink the tattoos just so, with the designs perfectly symmetrical. The designs may look random, but even a rotation of a few degrees or too much of a curve can make one look like another. The ‘cunning’ design, for example, looks very similar to the ‘untrustworthy’ design.”

“…why would there be a design for untrustworthiness?”

He shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

>Anything else?

>>23332682
I think that answered our questions effectively enough. Thank the nice man for his time.

>>23332682
Ask for the names of the Zabrak Jedi; we might be able to look them up after this mission.
Then thank Yinter for his time and telling us about our heritage.

>>23332682
Ask him for his comm frequency? He seems pretty nice and we could always use more friends and people to talk to.

>>23332682
"Thank you for your time, sir."

>>23332682
>>Anything else?
nope, go meditate

that is, if OP is still alive

did OP died?

>>23336512

Maybe went to sleep, or to work.

In time, I'm sure he or she will return.

>>23336512
I hope not.

>>23332789

Agen Kolar and Eeth Koth. They're both Council Masters, but they should be willing to talk to you.

>>23337982
Oh hey! You're back!
So yeah, thank him for his time. Next would be to ask the Captain about shipboard life, since we're new to this. Then meditate with Master Koon.

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>>23333087
>>23332708
>>23332789
>>23338068

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Yinter,” you say. “I learned a lot about my heritage from you today.”

He chuckles. “Don’t mention it. It was like teaching my own daughter.”

“Could I ask you one last thing?”

“Sure.”

“I’d like to know more about shipboard life,” you say. “I’ll probably go on more starship trips with my Master in the future. I think I should learn more about it.”

He nods. “You can ask Captain Gardann about that or old Morse down in engineering. I think the skipper’s doing paperwork in her cabin.”

“I will. Thank you.”

You straighten up and head out of the bridge. A central corridor runs down the long, slim length of the ship’s prow and branches out when it reaches the flaring middle section of the hull. You recall that one passage leads to the engineering compartment, and the other leads to the crew quarters.

>Talk to the Captain.
>Talk to Engineer Morse.

>>23338709
>>Talk to Engineer Morse.
dont bother the Captain. paper work is bad enough with out interruptions

>>23338709
Engineering, paperwork's important.

>>23338709
Talk to the engineer.

Rolled 12

>>23338709

Let's talk to the engineer.

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>>23338753
>>23338762
>>23338775
>>23338778

To the engineering deck you go. You pass the diminutive form of an astromech droid trundling along as you walk. The droid looks like the R2 model, but you’re not sure.

The engineer is just as your little tour group left him earlier on, typing into a computer station set into a compartment wall. As you halt at the entrance to engineering, you scan the interior of the chamber and see the glowing, pump- and wire-laden pillars of the central reactor and hyperdrive, which rise up from the floor to connect with the ceiling. The two massive machines are attached by a central pipe that leads to the far wall, presumably connecting to the primary thrusters beyond. A low, powerful thrum and the faint odor of ozone pervade the entire room. You can feel static electricity prickling your hair and scalp.

Engineer Morse finally notices you standing there. “Oh, hello again. You’re one of the Jedi. I guess that”—he nods at the lightsaber missing on your belt—“you’re the apprentice?”

You nod. “You’re Mr. Morse?”

“I am. Do you need anything?”

“Well…”

>Social check: Cultural Perception. Roll 1d20.

Rolled 10

>>23339478
Rolling

Rolled 7

>>23339478
>>Social check: Cultural Perception. Roll 1d20.

Foot to Mouth Fu!

>>23339478
...Wait, did we want higher or lower?

Rolled 16

>>23339478
Activate spaghettipockets!

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>>23339538

>Whoops. 10+ to succeed. Taking average of first five rolls.

>>23339548

Pic related.

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>>23339708

Rolled 20

>>23339708
Five rolls you say...

Rolled 5

>>23339708
Five? Oh, read three for some reason

>>23339751
>>23339796
>>23339796
>>23339796
>>23339796

You fuck. That was a nat twenty.

>>23339478

he's a Duros, isn't he?

>>23339849
11.6 average, stop bitching

>>23339849

it's okay, we beat the DC.

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>>23339751
>Horry shet.

>>23339869
>>23339478
> (10+7+16+20+5) = 58/5 = 12
>Bonus from natural 20.

You hesitate for a moment. You know that the cowardly, greedy Neimoidians are the genetic cousins of the adventurous, intrepid Duros. The main physical difference, you recall, is that Neimoidians have greener skin and Duros have grayer skin on average.

Engineer Morse has greenish-blue skin. But…

As if, you mentally snort.

“You’re Duros, right?” you ask.

He beams. “Yes! Yes, I am. Thank you for knowing the difference. My people rather dislike it when we get compared to those money-grubbing colonists.”

“Uh…you’re welcome?” you say awkwardly. You clear your throat. “Anyways, Mr. Morse, I was wondering if you could answer a few questions I have about life on a starship.”

“Of course. Ask away, Apprentice Jedi.”

>>23339950
What's it like, living in a ship all the time?

>>23339950
Are there many different droids helping to keep the systems in check?
How long have you been on this ship?
How long have you been in space?
What's your favourite ship?

>>23339950

"Did you spend a lot of your life aboard a ship? What's it like? Have you been to many worlds? Did you ever get spacesick?"

Bump.

>>23339950
"How does a hyperdrive work exactly I know the basics more or less but I want to know how it more or less works. If you dont mind."
Get an engineer to talk about his job and he'll never stop talking might learn something useful.

>>23339950
Is op dead? Hope not just found this quest again and am interested in it.

>>23341319
no just a slow writer.

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>>23341331

yes. slow, but good.

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>>23340001
>>23340015
>>23340037
>>23341128

Your questions exit your mouth like repeating-blaster fire.

“What’s it like to live in a starship? How many droids help out on the ship? How long have you been on this ship? How long have you been in space? What's your favorite ship? Have you been to many worlds? Did you ever get spacesick?"

Morse holds up a hand. “One at a time, Miss, one at a time.”

“Starship life is about ninety-five percent boredom in cramped confines with nobody else around except your shipmates who you may or may not like. If it’s the latter, it can get very unpleasant very quickly, but it hasn’t happened on Estrella yet.”

“And the other five percent?”

“Absolute terror. There be monsters out in the black: pirates, raiders, mines, random singularities, the odd warship of an expansionist nation, and so and so forth. We’re a Republic diplomatic vessel, which protects us from most marauders—and those are rare on these routes anyways—but it can happen. It already has twice. We got away clean both times but I get the feeling our luck’s running out.”

“I joined the crew of a freighter when I was nineteen or so. Fun times. I saw the sights—our route spanned both ends of the Duros Run, nearly every commercial port in the Mid Rim when you include the Trade Spine and the Hydian. Eventually I got myself a recommendation to the Judicial Forces, and now I’m here.”

“I’ve been on this ship the longest out of the entire crew. Estrella’s my baby, my dear and adored, and there’s not another ship in the galaxy I’d rather be on. Engineers get especially attached to their ships. The captain and pilot may drive them but the techs are the ones who take care of them.”

“Droids help out a lot on this ship. Consular cruisers generally have minimal crew to not disturb overmuch any distinguished guests we might be ferrying. Right now, we’ve got a medical droid, a couple of protocol droids, and a dozen astromechs.”

>>23342701

“Did I ever get spacesick? Well, that’s an odd question, and the answer is yes. Almost everybody does on their first space trip.”

1/2 (so far)

>>23342701
Yay!

>>23342701
Cmon op I know your not dead yet!

>>23342701

Hmm... are Republic's diplomatic vessels armed? I get the feeling the ship Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan took to Naboo was not, but it hardly had time to show otherwise.

>>23343284
This vessel has no ship-to-ship weapons.

>>23343284
I wouldnt think so the ship looked to be made for getting out of dodge more than standing and fighting off any harrassment really. Course in the movie it was in the hanger and a that turrent just popped out like a jack in the box yelling surprise with its lasers so yeah..

eta on 2/2?
'cause this one must go to sleep soon

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>>23343471

Go to sleep and don't worry, we won't screw the adventure up.

Also, has this been archived yet?

>>23343505
no idea but that pic does not inspire confidence for intrepid little Padawan

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>>23343284

The Republic does have armed diplomatic vessels, though that particular one wasn't.

It did get a later refit that was stupidly well armed for a ship its size.

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>>23343539

...damn. I just picked a random star-wars related pic from my folders. Sorry. I sure hope it's not a premonition of things to come.

yeah, who am I kidding. We both know it's bound to happen

Have a Wedge as a compensation.

>>23343505
I don't see it archived yet. I'll get on that.

Quest finished for now?

>>23329574
Glad to see you're still running this quest. I had feared for the worst when you didn't show up last week.

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>>23344034

still waiting for more Tales of the Travelling Duros.

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>>23342701

2/2

“How does a hyperdrive work, exactly?” you ask. “I know some of the basics, but I’d like to know more or less how it works.”

“It’s a fairly complex system, so I’ll just give you the summarized lay version. Around the outside of the hull are a couple of metal poles”—he waves his hand around to indicate the general locations—“designed to gather gamma radiation. This is the field guide. Those g-rays are transferred into a couple klicks of superconducting wire and amplified by the hyperspace motivator. When a ship’s ready to jump, the horizontal boosters energize the ionization chamber to release all that radiation in order to form ripples in space-time. With me so far?”

You nod, although your head spins and your eyes begin to glaze.

“So then a ship rides those ripples into hyperspace. There’s no tear in the space-time continuum; hyperspace isn’t some separate dimension. In my opinion, it’s more like an alternate mode of existence, but I digress. Anyways, inertial dampeners kick in to smooth the transition for the crew and passengers, and the null field generator stabilizes the hyperspace tunnel.”

As Morse dumps information, your brain feels alternately squeezed by a giant fist and stretched like taffy.

“Shields keep stray particle impacts from ripping the ship apart, and the hyperdrive regulator does the same thing for the forces present in hyperspace. There’s a hyperspace-attuned stasis field to keep relativity from messing with time onboard the ship.”

You’ve learned some physics from lessons at the Temple Academy, so you have at least a vague idea of what the last part is about.

“Was that too much?” Morse asks.

You nod, somewhat embarrassed.

“Don’t sweat it. You just pick that stuff up as you go along. I’ve got the equivalent of a Master’s in hyperspace physics, but I learned all that stuff over three and a half decades.”

>Anything else?

>>23344389

"Did you encounter anything... supernatural... during your travels? Can there be some sort of aliens in the hyperspace?"

>>23344389
Thank him, politely, then toddle off and meditate - work on all the 'Force Sensing' stuff that they're always yammering about. Stretching out with our feelings to try and observe the ship around us.

>>23344389

Ask him to teach us something practical that we can use - repairing a spaceship, modifying our gear.

>>23344437
>>23344469
>>23344507

I need a response that's a bit more unified, anons.

>>23344469
While we do that can we try to get our brain back into more or less working order....I think mine kinda of hide in a corner to cry...

>>23344389
OP Delivers yay!

>>23344507
hes an engineer for a spaceship what exaclty would be practicale for us?

>>23344539
Perhaps ask if he's got any basic tips for mechanical work, little tricks he's picked up that apply to everything - then toddle off and try the meditation?

>>23344544

>repairing a spaceship, modifying our gear

>>23344565
This sounds nice.

>>23344565

I like this. The guy obviously knows his stuff - let's learn from him while we can, then we can meditate.

>>23344539

Samefag from >>23344437 here. I suppose we've taken enough of good engineer's time, so I guess we might as well

>Rest and contemplate on what we have learned.

as per >>23344469

>>23344573
thats just it our gear is pretty much our saber and some robes with a comm unit Jedi dont really carry that much in terms of tech....

>>23344613
We don't even have a saber right now.

>>23344565
This is good. Our Jedi's no gearhead, but every little bit counts.

>>23344643
>>23344565
Meh lets go with this then do the meditation so our brain has a chance to reboot

Instead of learning mechanical skills, we should focus on the force, and train our PUNCH.

>>23346565
Not every problem can be solved with the Force. We should develop mundane skills as well, so we don't fall prey to the old "When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail." trap.

Rolled 13

>>23346565
>>23346623

Think OP is done, anyway. Not sure it matters at this point.

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>>23344589
>>23344584
>>23344565

>>23344389

“Alright,” you say haltingly, your brain still trying and failing to make sense of all the technical jargon he mentioned. “So, uh, do you have any tips on how to make fix basic mechanical issues, Mr. Morse? Like faulty wires, or burnt out circuits, stuff like that?”

“Ah. That’s a much simpler topic.” Morse scratches his chin for a moment. “What’s always worked for me is to know which parts of a machine belong to which system. That way, if, say, the display screen of a datapad isn’t working, you can check its components in the most efficient order—the screen’s power couplings first, then the central processor, and finally the hardware pixels themselves.”

You nod. “I get that. But what if I don’t have time to familiarize myself with the inner workings?”

“In that case, I would go by educated guesswork. In my experience every machine has three major sets of components—the power source, its wiring, and whatever parts perform the primary function. Always check the power first. You wouldn’t believe how many devices don’t work simply because the power source wasn’t properly connected.”

You simultaneously cringe and laugh nervously. It won’t be the first time if you make that stupid mistake.

“Of course, I know that sometimes it’s not so easy to identify exactly which part is the power source. A simple way to do so is to trace the wires. Most power sources have exactly as many wires connecting to them as there are other parts; look for the module with a cluster of wires sticking out of it.”

“I see,” you say. “So it’s all common sense, right? The rest of the parts can’t function without power.”

“Indeed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Morse. I don’t doubt those tips will come in handy when I finally get my lightsaber.”

“No problem, Miss.”

1/2

>>23346706
Have trust in OP! Have patience! For he has always delivered!

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>>23346968

2/2

You return to the lower deck’s crew berths. Plo Koon is already seated cross-legged on the floor of your assigned quarters. His entire being radiates tranquility and reflection.

“Welcome back, my Padawan,” he says, without looking up as the sliding door hisses open. “Did you learn much from the crew?”

“Yes, Master. A bit about Zabraki culture, a bit about shipboard life, a bit about fixing mechanical devices.”

“Very good,” he says. “I suppose it’s my turn to instruct you now.”

You sit down across from him. “More lightsaber practice?”

“It’s a bit cramped in here for that. Speaking of which, the room feels a bit stuffy. Why don’t you try and circulate the air a bit?”

There is approximately five metric tons of bantha doo in that statement. Starship atmosphere is regularly circulated—you can taste the distinctive metallic scent of scrubbed air—and even if it wasn’t, Master Koon could easily do what he asks of you himself.

And there you hesitate. Telekinesis forms a major set of Force powers, and while you like to think that you have a good grasp of it for your level of skill, you’ve only ever manipulated solid objects. Fluid manipulation is a method learned by full Knights, whereas you were still a youngling not two days ago.

Still, you won’t back down from the implicit challenge.

“Yes, Master,” you say. You close your eyes and settle into the familiar trance of meditation. A mysterious sense of warmth and energy swirls around you, gently caressing your face like a mother’s hand. The power of the Force fills the room; you can feel it slowly, inexorably building like a massive starship rising up from a surface hangar.

>Mental Check: Force Telekinesis. Roll 1d20. DC12.
>I'll take the average of the first five rolls.

Rolled 7

>>23347382
Rollan' to circulate dat air.

Rolled 20

>>23347382

>>23347382
rolling

Rolled 18

>>23347382
be the living force

Rolled 7

averaging muchless 5 rolls op is pretty harsh considering how tempermental /tg/ dice can be.

Rolled 7

>>23347382

>>23347448

Roll?

>>23347415
>>23347431
>>23347451
>>23347452
>>23347461
11.8, with a nat 20 as a bonus. Yeah, that'll do it.

Rolled 8

>>23347415
>>23347431
>>23347451
>>23347452
>>23347461
>11.8
I hope OP rounds up.

>>23347506
Nat 20s should override the average rule, and Nat 1s should do the same.

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>>23347415
>>23347431
>>23347451
>>23347452
>>23347461

> (7+20+18+7+7)/5 = 11.8 = 12
>Bonus from nat20: DC12 – 1 = DC11, 11.8 + 1.8 = 14.
>You’re lucky I round up.

The Force wells up and out, linking its will to yours.

The air doesn’t move at first, but you keep your composure. You can sense the intangible energy shifting molecule after molecule after molecule, until a gentle breeze brushes against your skin and blows a lock of hair into your face. Absentmindedly flipping your hair back, you focus your concentration, letting power rush through you and radiate off of you.

A tiny whirlwind forms in the center of the room, ruffling you and your Master’s robes. You can’t see his face and he doesn’t make a sound, but you can somehow feel his satisfaction as you release your telekinetic grip on the air and let it slow down.

“Very good, Roa,” he says. “I knew you could do it.”

>Minimum successful value for all Force-related checks reduced by 1.

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>>23347832

This, of course, is when a massive impact jolts the ship. The shock throws you up off the floor, but still wrapped in the Force, you manage to unfold your legs in midair and land catlike on the floor. Plo Koon remains seated on the ground, but he rises and strides over to the door.

“Get to the cockpit, Roa,” he orders. “Find out what’s going on.”

“Yes, Master. Where are you going?”

“To man the gates.”

You wonder what he means by that, but Koon is gone before you can ask.

>Get to the bridge.
>Follow Master Koon.
>Other.

Rolled 5

>>23347832
Fuck yeeeeaaah, nigga.

Rolled 18

>Get to the bridge.
Now isn't the time to disobey your master.

>>23347953
>Get to the bridge.
We can get a better idea of what's going on there, and besides we don't have enough experience to make a better call than our Master yet.

>>23347953
>Get to the bridge.
Morse said that shields prevent impacts from damaging the ship during hypertravel. Aren't we still in hyperspace?

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>>23347953

You skid to a halt at the entrance to the cockpit to find that it’s abuzz with activity. Captain Gardann, Commander Yinter, and Lieutenant Staarl are already at their stations.

“Captain, what happened?” you ask.

Gardann barely spares you a glance as she works. “We hit some sort of gravity well generator that pulled us out of hyperspace. It’s not a singularity—if it was, we’d be dead—but we’re still trying to figure out what it was. Where’s your Master?”

“He said he was going ‘to man the gates’,” you say. “I don’t know what he meant by that.”

“Trust a Jedi to keep on top of things,” the captain mutters. “Whatever pulled us out of hyperspace shouldn’t be where it is. Someone had to have set it there.”

“Captain,” Staarl says, “Incoming transmission. It’s a hololink.”

“Put it up.”

The bluish light of a hologram springs up from a generator well set in the floor. It displays the image of a grinning human man in a trench coat, his left eye closed by a long scar, with a large blaster holstered at his side. Some sort of avian animal perches on his shoulder.

“Hapan mass mines are a doozy, aren’t they?” the man laughs. “They may be expensive, but they’re worth every credit.”

“This is the Republic diplomatic vessel Estrella,” Gardann snaps. “Who are you and why did you attack my ship?”

“No need to be so harsh, my lovely lady,” he says, waving a hand. “I’m Captain Baird Trellow of the good ship Reaching Talon. If you would do me the honor of meeting face-to-face with me, I wish to discuss a business transaction.”

The captain’s lip curls. “You’re a pirate.”

“I’d prefer the term ‘sailor of fortune,’ but that’s the gist of it, yes.” Trellow’s face hardens. “Now I would like to talk this out. If you insist on resisting, however, the consequences will not be pleasant.”

1/2

>>23348500
Da fuq?

first time Ive seen something like that, reported it though

>>23348604
Same.

Fuck yes. More jedi quest.

We still on the train to Grey Sentinel path?

>>23348710
Ayup.
Oh, be a dear and report the spammer if you would.

>>23348710
We'll worry about that when it comes up.

>>23348710
Probably.

>>23348710
We haven't really had too many moral issues to deviate from that path yet.

>>23348771
Being a Gray Jedi generally tends to involve disillusionment with the Order's rules and regulations. We're still young and freshfaced and haven't run into any scrapes with Jedi law, so we're still a vanilla Jedi Padawan.

>>23348803
Well, technically when we put the beatdown on douchey mcdarkside instead of ignoring him/meditating him down, we were, mildly yet surely, acting against the Order.

>>23348893
It's true that "putting someone in his place" generally isn't the most Jedi thing to do. They're about turning the other cheek and all.

>>23348459
Take an entirely reasonable and normal and possible course of action - Force choke him over the vid screen, howling about how he'll pay for betraying the dark lady of the sith, that worm.

>>23348459
..anyone know where OP went?

>>23348710
Crazy idea but I'm gonna keep putting out the idea of going guardian instead of sentinel considering both our fighting style.

Although one important question is what kind of grey force user would we be?

Personally I'd be up for Jensaarai style where we learn as much as possible from both sides without choosing either.

>>23350597
Be patient, OP is just slow.

>>23350642
Actually it's been two hours, this is slow even for OP.

>>23350715
Well, the previous outage was because of dodgy Internet, so I wouldn't be surprised if this was the case here.
>>23350630
>Personally I'd be up for Jensaarai style where we learn as much as possible from both sides without choosing either.
Some people might call that ambivalent, or having the cake and eating it too.

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2/2

Through the forward viewport, you can see a blocky, light grey ship much larger than the Estrella, staying about nine or ten kilometers off the starboard bow. It looks like it had once been a bulk transport, but you don’t think multiple turbolaser emplacements are standard equipment for freighters.

“You can come aboard if you like, ‘Captain’ Trellow,” Gardann replies sarcastically. “There’s nothing of value on this ship, though. I can guarantee you this.”

“I’d like to verify that for myself,” Trellow says equally dryly. “There’s a shuttle with my men on it heading for your port airlock. Kindly refrain from forcing them to shoot you.”

With that he cuts the connection. Gardann looks at you.

“Apprentice Koo’lade, stay here with Yinter,” she says. “Contact Master Koon and tell him pirates are coming in from the port side. There’s probably another shuttle coming in from starboard, too. Staarl, you’re with me, we’ll handle those ones.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

She taps a wall-mounted communicator. “Morse? We’ve got pirates. Can you hold engineering?”

[I’ve got a blaster rifle and a very itchy trigger finger, Captain. They’re entering my engine room over their own dead bodies.]

“Keep them out, Morse,” she orders. “If they take engineering, it’s all over.”

[Roger that.]

Gardann reaches down and pulls a blaster pistol from under her seat. She nods at Staarl, who draws his own weapon, and the two of them rush out of the cockpit.

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>>23350984

You activate your commlink and set it to speaker mode. “Master Koon? The Captain says there are pirates closing in on the left—err, the port airlock.”

[Understood, Roa,] Plo Koon replies. [I’m already there.]

“…stay safe, Master.” Your voice is very, very small and you can feel your twin hearts hammering in your chest. You never imagined that you’d be put in a dangerous situation so soon.

[I will. You too. May the Force be with you.]

The traditional benediction calms you down. “And you, Master.”

Master Koon cuts the link. You return the commlink to your belt.

“Miss Koo’lade?”

You turn, and your eyes widen as you stare down the barrel of a blaster. Yinter looks somewhat apologetic.

“I’ll need you to put your hands in the air and come with me to the starboard airlock,” he says. “Please don’t try to fight back.”

“You…”

“Yes. I told them where we’d be.”

>Talk him out of it. Social check: Diplomacy. Roll 1d20, DC15.
>Kick his ass. Combat check: Standoff. Roll 1d20, DC15.

Rolled 15

>>23351027
>Talk him out of it. Social check: Diplomacy. Roll 1d20, DC15.
No one can't say we weren't civil at first.

>>23351061
not gonna roll

Rolled 15

>>23351027
>Talk him out of it. Social check: Diplomacy. Roll 1d20, DC15.

>>23351061
>>23351071
It seems that the dice are pleased this night.

>>23351061
>>23351071
We can cut off the rolls here.

>>23351027
Duty, cunning, pragmatism, decisiveness and cunning, huh?

He has a plan.

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>>23351086

Once again, I forgot to mention: Average. Five. Rolls.

Have fun.

Rolled 5

>>23351027
>>Talk him out of it. Social check: Diplomacy. Roll 1d20, DC15.

the best weapon is words
"Please do you think you stand a chance of this working? there is a master jedi reedy to stop you this may be my first day out but even I know I was not needed,just here to learn please save you self any further shame and give me the blaster.

Rolled 13

>>23351099

Rolled 9

>>23351099
You're a madman.
>>23351027

Rolled 5

>>23351027
Go along with it - Then beat him into a pile of stupid Yinter flavoured mush the moment he lets his guard down! Don't kill him, of course, but we Master Koon would approve of the instant Justice.

Rolled 18

>>23351099

>>23351110
That's a horrible line and isn't at all diplomatic. You only use a line like that as a last resort.

>>23351113
>>23351125
>>23351128

What do you guys want to do? The third roll is very good.

>>23351099
Oh, this is going to suck.

..are you taking write ins?

>>23351143

Go ahead.

>>23351140
I think those rolls are assumed towards the already-put-forward social rolls.
>>23351143
I should imagine a well-written submission provides a bouns, assuming Essvee is that sort of QM.

>>23351150
We've just demonstrated our skill at telekinesis - let's use that to bonk him with his own blaster. send the barrel flying upward to hit him in the face as hard as we can, then go scramble to hide, regroup, plan.

>>23351150
Assuming that's not covered in 'kick his arse' and is enough to count as a seperate option.

>>23351189
>send the barrel flying upward to hit him in the face as hard as we can, then get shot
ftfy

Rolled 17

>>23351027
"Yinter you and I both know that there is nothing of value on this ship. So why in the world would you do this? We can outrun there ship no problem flat. And what about your crew would you let them be ransomed off or sold like slaves?
Because that is whats going to happen if you do what the pirates tell you to do

>>23351189
And give up that minute an advantage just by bonking him with the blaster? If you're going to nab an advangate like that, you need to follow through to keep it. Hit him with the blaster, then knock him on his ass with a one-two-double-leg-takedown.

That is, if you're still insisting on this.

>>23351189
We do that while talking to him keeps him distracted until we have barrel in position for operation BARREL ROLL!

>>23351230
As it is, we just rolled an average of.. 12. We're in trouble one way or the other.

Rolled 12

>>23351150
"Is this what you call duty and confidence? Selling out your allies?"

>>23351248
>>23351230
>>23351204
>>23351189

So is the plan to knock Yinter out a go?

>>23351257
That depends on whether >>23351128 decides to go for diplomacy or asskicking.

>>23351294
wanted to do hard diplomancy to keep him talking and if he looks like he wont go for it bonk him on the head and snatch blaster from him or use our blade if we have it on us

>>23351327
We don't have a blade. We're between sabers, as it were: we graduated from the training saber, but we haven't made our real saber.

>>23351294
I think a knockout is our best plan, sadly.

>>23351355
we really need to fix that soon if we keep getting put to pointed at with blasters....

>>23351370
Right Initiate Protocol: BARREL ROLL

>>23351370
At least, since our dv will be something like 9 base, modified by his strength.

Do we get bonuses from our skills in certain areas or...?

>>23351388
This is the first time we've had a real blaster pointed at us. Hell, this is the first time we've left the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You can't fault Roa for that.

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>>23351027

“Why would you do this?” you ask. “Was helping to capture a single ship the only reason you joined the Judicials? What’s in it for you?”

You can hear blaster fire echoing from down the corridor. Blaster fire, and the screams and curses of dying men.

“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” he says tiredly. “They approached me. They said they had my daughter. They said that a pirate corvette would be waiting, and that I was to take the ship out of hyperspace right at these coordinates.”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

“I don’t know. They called my commlink, my issued one. I don’t know how they got the code.”

“So you betray your crew because of one call?” you say incredulously. “What happened to duty and confidence? What happened to decisiveness and cunning? How do you know they really had your daughter? Why didn’t you tell anybody?”

“At least I have pragmatism,” Yinter fires back, clearly angered. His blaster hand is trembling. “They told me not to say anything. I couldn’t risk my daughter. You wouldn’t understand that fear! You Jedi never understand the concept of love! All you care about is your Force and your holier-than-thou code of morality!”

You’re quiet for a moment. “You know as little about us as you think we know about you. I have a friend back at the Temple. His name is Techinga Bi’teme. He ha—excuse me, does not prefer his first name. He can be a real jerk and he frequently acts before he thinks, but he has a big heart and he took care of the younger initiates. We first met as younglings when he threw a fruit into my face in the Refectory and broke my nose. I didn’t forgive him for a long, long time, but eventually I did after he let me punch him out.” You chuckle at the memory. “Master Yoda walked by at that very moment. I almost had a heart attack right there.”

>>23351841

Yinter begins smiling as he listens to you. His blaster lowers slightly. Now’s your chance—do you attack while his guard’s down, or trust in your little story to calm him?

>Knock him out. Mental Check: Force Telekinesis. Roll 1d20. DC12 – 1 = DC11.
>Let him calm down.

Rolled 15

>>23351849
Motherfucker can't stop the justice train! Barrel to the face, restrain him, hide!

Rolled 9

..yeah, okay, attack. A story is one thing..

>>23351841

>Forgot to add this.

> (15+15+17+18+12)/5 = 15.4 = 15
>Diplomacy.

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>>23351849
>Let him calm down.
Dude just wanted to keep his daughter safe.

Rolled 20

He threatened the safety of all aboard this ship with his actions. And the life of his daughter may still be at stake. It would only take a thought and his resolve would firm.

Restrain him

>>23351849
>Let him calm down.

Rolled 20

>>23351849
Seems like we are on a roll here guys Restrain is a go! and lets see if we can check whats going on with internal cameras or what have you on the bridge

>>23351912
>>23351924
Holy. Fuck. Double 20s.....

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Rolled 10

>>23351912
>>23351924
Oh, and restrain him. SO knock him out.

Rolled 13

>>23351864
>>23351877
>>23351912
>>23351924
>>23351937
15 average
... 2 crits.

I think we jsut used our masters lessons and denied the air from reaching his lungs.

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>>23351841

>KO.

> (15+9+20+20+10)/5 = 14.8 = 15
>Bonus from nat20s. DC11 – 2 = DC9. 15 + 2 = 17.
>This is the new calculation method for bonuses.

He never sees it coming. You flick your hand up and the blaster follows, clocking him under the chin like an uppercut from a champion boxer. Yinter actually rises up from his seat a centimeter or two before falling back down and keeling over his armrest.

Paling, you quickly reach out and check his pulse. It’s weaker than you’d like, but it’s steady. You quickly search him and come up with a set of magnacuffs that you use to lock his hands together.

The blaster has fallen to the floor. You glance at it, wondering whether you should take it. In fact, should you leave the cockpit at all?

>Take the blaster and leave. Give the crew some fire support.
>Don’t take the blaster and leave. Trust in the Force.
>Use the blaster to guard the cockpit. Somebody has to keep watch on Yinter. Who knows what he might be able to do if he wakes up?
>Trust in your power in the Force to guard the cockpit. You don’t know how to operate the blaster.

>>23352150
>Take the blaster and leave. Give the crew some fire support.

>>23352150
>Use the blaster to guard the cockpit. Somebody has to keep watch on Yinter. Who knows what he might be able to do if he wakes up?
No one's saying we can't use the Force, but we have to be pragmatic about things like this. This is our first life-threatening situation, and we're the only person here to hold the bridge.

>>23352150
Leave the blaster we have been trained primarily in a 2 handed melee style and have never used a blaster before in our life so finding a stick would be way more useful.

>>23352150
>Take the blaster and leave. Give the crew some fire support.
Who says the blaster and the force can't work together?

>>23352204
On second thought, don't worry too much about the blaster, but we shouldn't leave the cockpit, not unless we get called by Plo Koon or there's an emergency in Engineering.

>>23352150

>Don't take the blaster - hide it and leave.

>>23352204
This Anon is right. Disregard >>23352207

>>23352174
Oh yeah, changing my vote to guard the cockpit

>>23352174
We do have some idea on how to use a blaster without accidentally overcharging it and causign it to explode like a land mine right? If we do then yeah take the blaster best not to be here when Yinny wakes up to give us the disappoint look at us

Oh and lock the doors behind us, weld it shut if we have to just make sure that if we get bypassed they cant get right to it.

>>23352228
Still want to pick up the blaster though.

>>23352232
Why would he be disappointed in us? If anything, we were only acting in the spirit of pragmatism! It was nothing personal.

>>23352174
>>23352204
>>23352205
>>23352207
>>23352219
>>23352222
>>23352224
>>23352228
>>23352232
Damn /Tg/ you move fast makes me proud for to be a part of this board thanks anons

>>23352232
>weld the cockpit shut
>in front of a pirate cruiser
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>>23352150
>Trust in your power in the Force to guard the cockpit. You don’t know how to operate the blaster.

if this it true still take it we can through it at some one and leaving a blaster around is a bad idea

>>23352150
>>Trust in your power in the Force to guard the cockpit. You don’t know how to operate the blaster.
If you don't know what you're doing with a gun, don't try and use it. We should just stow it out of sight and well out of Yinter's reach.
We're supposed to guard the cockpit, we guard the cockpit.

>>23352150
>Trust in your power in the Force to guard the cockpit. You don’t know how to operate the blaster.

well that is wear master told us to be

Take the blaster and gaurd the cockpit. Better a weapon then none.

>>23352262
well if we can weld doors shut in aliens colonial marines and then turn around and cut them open then that should be ok right? and sides i said if we had to not as the go to thing to do....

>>23352290
I can't understand a word you're typing.

>>23352284
>Better a weapon then none.
Except we don't even know how to use it. Not even basic familiarity. You know that annoying kid in Tremors, the one Burt wouldn't give a loaded gun "if the Russians invaded tomorrow"? That's our level of firearms knowledge.

>>23352150
>Into the comlink
Master Koon, Yinter attempted to betray us, said the pirates have his daughter.

>>23352345
second this. report the situation to our master. He can advise us further.

>>23352301
never mind it was a little mechanic from a video game that came out this year...
>>23352345
Oh wow changing my vote from going to help to this I feel dumb

>>23352365
You mean the mechanic they pretty much jacked straight from Killing Floor?

Rolled 20

>>23352150
>The blaster has fallen to the floor. You glance at it, wondering whether you should take it. In fact, should you leave the cockpit at all?
We should hide the blaster somewhere. We have no training with one, but we don't want to leave it laying around. If possible, we should hide as well - and use our telekinetic abilities to guard the cockpit from hiding.

>>23352345
>>23352358

Thirding.

>>23352345
>>23352358

Your Master is currently fighting pirates. Very angry pirates with very big guns.

Do you want to distract him?

>>23352409
Agree. Wait until he contacts us. Stay put.

>>23352409
Not really, I guess, wait until the fighting dies down.

>>23352381
So this is another vote for 'trust in the force!' but.. from hiding and with a hidden blaster?

..can we use that roll too?

>>23352409
No. We do not.

>>23352371
I guess? I have not heard of that game I was too lost in the hype from having an Aliens game that looked like a sequel to the 2nd movie but they kind of made it flop and turn it into a zombie horde shoot em up which really dissapointed me except that one level (/spoiler) Where you get knocked out, lost you weapon and have to run from a fuck hueg xeno that is chasing you (/spoiler)

Not sure if i used the spoiler right btw

>>23352409
ah crap.... guess we stay put and see if there are any cameras or something we can use to moniter the situation. I guess

>>23352381
There's no reason to cower, but we can't abandon the cockpit. We should hold out here, find a way to gag Yinter so he can't warn the pirates, and hide near the door so we can incapacitate any pirate who comes through. If we still have the lightsaber that we had back in training, keep that, if not, take the blaster. Either way, keep the blaster close.

>>23352150
>>Take the blaster and leave. Give the crew some fire support.

>>23352480
Cowering and defence are two different things. If someone bursts in and stuns/shoots us, we're screwed. If we're hidden, we can try to give them another helping of barrel sandwich.

>>23352150
>Take the blaster and leave. Give the crew some fire support.

we have to learn at some point and no time like the present

Just going to point out one small fact for everyone that wants to do blaster off hand.

the blaster is less than useless in a fight involving anyone who can use the force since it takes focus away from the weilder. and the one of the first ways people who use the force learn to control it is by selecting blaster shots based solely on intuition and anyone who gets beyond padawan level can deal with anything short of mass fire.

>>23352839
I don't think we're going to be fighting sith quite yet, and a gun is better than nothing.

>>23352839
We're dealing with pirates, not Sith.

You alive OP?

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>>23352480
>>23353094
>>23352150

>Take the gun. Guard the cockpit.

After a moment of hesitation, you pick up the blaster and carefully tuck it in your belt. You don’t know how to use it, but you suppose that an unfamiliar weapon is better than none at all.

You look back at Yinter. He’s still out cold, and you don’t think he’ll wake up anytime soon, but safer is better than sorrier. You tear off a strip of cloth from his uniform, lever his mouth open, and shove in the makeshift gag, tying it in place with another torn-off cloth. He might be able to remove it if he has his hands tied in front, you realize, so you undo the magnacuffs and relock his hands behind his back. Finally you drag the unconscious pilot back into his seat and rotate it towards the forward viewport so that he looks like he’s still working.

You draw the blaster again and stare at the myriad knobs and levers on its surface. All you know is that pulling the trigger fires it; you don’t know if it’s set to stun or kill. Maybe you’ll stick to telekinesis. The idea of actually killing another person, even a pirate, fills you with apprehension.

The wall next to the entrance threshold provides both a good hiding spot and a place where you can keep an eye on Yinter. You crouch down there and lean against the cool durasteel, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps..

Then you remember your commlink. Should you contact your Master or Captain Gardann? It’ll make explaining why you knocked out a member of her crew easier later on.

>Contact the adults.
>Don’t distract the adults.

contact your master. better he know about the pirates and Yinter. Perhaps he can help determine whether Yinter was telling the truth and help the poor man if he was.

>>23353133
>>Contact the adults.

>>23353133
Contact Master to let him know the situation. Shouldnt be to much of a distraction he is a Master Jedi after all.

>>23353133
>>Contact the adults.

>>23353133
>Contact the adults.
Better they know now than later.

>>23353185
>>23353133

Fair enough, I'd say we could handle ourselves quite well, but this being our first mission and all, we should be cautious.

>>23353133
Contact the adults, but nothing requiring a response - a simple "Yinter was working with the pirates and has been dealt with." to let them know some unexpected surprises might come their way. The pirates might have codes to the vessel's systems, for example.

>>23353274
That's a little vague.
"Yinter sold us out -- they blackmailed him into telling them our route. He's knocked out now, but I'm the only one on the bridge now. I'll hold it until you get back."

>>23353315
Yes, but this way it gives them the critical information and lets them draw conclusions thmselves, without taking up more than a few seconds worth of time.

>>23353322
Or makes our Master go "Ah shit Padawans in trouble! Rustled Jimmes Activate!" and then procedes to knock the ever living shit out of everything and the ship. Happened with Anakin and Snips, when snips was stuck in that landslide from clone wars. course we probably dont have such a strong conection with our Master but

>>23353315
has the right idea on what to say

>>23353357
"He's been dealt with" with Koolaid on the radio sort of implies she's okay.

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>>23353133
>>23353315

>Contact the adults.

You probably should contact them. Master Koon and the captain might be in the middle of firefights, but it’s sensible to let them know about what just happened on the bridge.

You decide to call your Master first. It’ll probably be easier to explain this to him.

“Master Koon?” you say, keying your commlink. “Are you there?”

[I’m here, Roa. Are you alright?] Koon sounds remarkably calm for a person in the middle of a fight. Then you realize you can’t hear either his lightsaber or the sound of blaster fire. [The pirates who breached the portside have been dealt with, but I haven’t heard from Captain Gardann or Lieutenant Staarl.]

“I’m fine, Master. But, um…I…” You struggle to broach your message in a tactful way. “Master, Commander Yinter dropped the ship out of hyperspace. He was blackmailed into colluding with the pirates.”

[I see,] he replies. [Well, that certainly makes more sense than a pirate corvette operating in the Outer Core. I take it you’ve already disabled him?]

“Yes, Master. I’m guarding him on the bridge right now. There’s more, though.”

[Tell me about it later,] he says. [Contact Captain Gardann and notify her about the situation.]

“I will, Master. Where are you, anyways?”

[Look outside…now.]

You comply, and your jaw drops when you see an armed shuttle rocket past the forward viewport, its laser cannons blazing away at the pirate vessel.

“How did you—?!”

[Honestly, they could have made an even bigger mistake and directly docked with Estrella.]

1/2

>>23353448

2/2

You tear your eyes away from the spectacle of Master Koon attacking a corvette in a shuttle and turn your attention back to the problem of reaching the captain. You have seen her using communicators mounted on the walls to speak with crew across the ship, but you don’t know if this system links to personal commlinks or functions as a public intercom.

If it’s the latter, you might alert the pirates to yourself. There’s only one way to find out, though.

>Call the captain.
>Don’t call the captain.

>>23353574
>>23353448

AUGH. Both of those were me. Sorry.

>Call the captain.

>>23353574
Call ze capitain

>>23353574
>Call the captain.
We can just call and ask if this is personal comms or ship comms, and if it's the former, tell her everything.

>>23353574
To the captain with the sit rep also, our Master. Is. Awesome!

>>23353574
Call her. She needs to know - Yinter might not be the only one, after all.

>>23353638
I like to imagine he's smoking a cigar and breaking out his 'special occasions' lightsabre axe, wearing a world eater's helmet.

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>>23353574
>>23353600
>>23353606
>>23353610
>>23353638

>Call the captain.

You decide to call the captain. She needs to know, too.

Fortunately the communicator is on the side of the entrance that you picked as your cover. It’s a simple matter of standing up and tapping the button labeled ‘Starboard Airlock.’

“Captain Gardann? Captain, can you hear me?”

For a moment, nobody answers. Then a man’s cold, raspy voice speaks out.

[Who is this?]

Crap. So it was an intercom after all. Either that, or…or the captain is down and the pirate took her commlink. You immediately cut the link with a stab of your finger. Then you hit the button labeled ‘Engineering.’

“Mr. Morse! Are you alright?”

[I’m here, Miss,] the engineer wheezes. He gives a racking cough. [Don’t worry, it was…it was just a little graze. The medical droid can fix me up. The pirates won’t be trying for engineering anytime soon, in any case.]

You wince. “Mr. Morse, Commander Yinter was working with the pirates. He was blackmailed—somebody kidnapped his daughter—and he was told to drop the ship out of hyperspace right at these coordinates. I’ve disabled him, but I don’t know if we can get out of here without him.”

[What? Say again?]

At that moment you hear the tromping of combat boots against deck plating. The pirates are coming.

“I’m sorry, they’re almost here,” you say frantically. You realize you’re panicking, your breathing ragged and gasp, your blood pounding in your head. “I have to talk to you later.”

[Miss, wait—!]

You cut the link again and press your back against the wall. The approaching footsteps have slowed down. You listen closely to the patterns, trying to discern how many people you’re facing.

>Perception Check. Roll 1d20, DC10.

Rolled 12

>>23353905
Aw shit...

Rolled 1

>>23353905

Rolled 7

>>23353905
here goes..

Rolled 3

Roll perception roll

Rolled 16

>>23353905
It's looking bad so far...

Rolled 19

>>23353954
GODDAMN IT STEVE

Rolled 19

>>23353905
Is there a vent or grate that we can pop open and hide in or are we able to hang off the ceiling on some pipes or some such?

If no to all of the above prep our force ablities for one hell of a push to knock them back and lock the doors.

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Rolled 8

>>23353954
The first roll I've made for this quest and it's a one...

Rolled 13

>>23353963
Haha for not linking post AND rolling a d10

>>23353905

Rolling for this.

>>23353954
>>23353963
buck buck buck

>>23353965
>>23353973
hang on now we might just make it....

>>23353963
That's a d10, not a d20. That roll doesn't count.

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Oh a Jedi Quest, cool.

> You are Roa Koo’lade, a thirteen-year-old Zabrak girl.
> You are a thirteen-year-old Zabrak girl.
> You are a thirteen-year-old girl.
> You are a girl.

MFW

>>23354013
That's an issue?

we rolled a 11 average nice.

>>23354013
It's much better then it sounds. The names are a bit silly yes but its extremely well written so far. a bit slow but I don't really mind.

>>23354013
We are a Zabrak so that kind of makes us a space amazon more or less in this universe i think since Zabrak are a pretty cool race with a strong will and blah blah other things

>>23354041
Zabrak are one of the stereotypical "tough guy" races, with a major chunk of them being Force Sensitive, resulting in a fair many Zabrak Jedi and Sith.

>>23353975
Oh god that poor baby looked so confused and terrified, Im stuck btween daww and horrified at that

>>23354060
Thats pretty much what I just said, i think any thanks for agreeing with me Anon!

Zabrak are technically awesome, older than everyone else, with iron wills and all the epic stuff.
But in SW rpg they are the WORST race ever. Let me say it again: THE FUCKING WORST RACE.
Which is fun after reading the legendary description in the book.

>>23354094
Which edition?
WEG d6, WotC, Revised, SAGA, or EotE?

>>23354126

uh... d20. I think it's revised.

>>23354126
>>23354139

You know, the one with all the guys from the movies on the cover.

>>23354141
Prequels?
'Cause that's Revised.
And honestly, WotC kinda screwed the pooch with Revised, although nowhere NEAR as badly as their first attempt, which is legendarily bad.

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>>23353905

> (12+1+7+16+19)/5 = 11
>Penalty from nat1. DC10 + 1 = DC11. 11 – 1 = 10

You’re unable to judge the exact number of pirates that you’re facing from their footsteps alone. All you can tell is that between three and five men are closing in on your position.

Here goes nothing. You have several options right now. You could spring out and fire the blaster or send a Force push at them. You could also wait to ambush them as they walk onto the bridge, but you’ll probably only be able to take down one or at best two of them before the others retreat and call for reinforcements. They might use grenades to clear the cockpit, too.

You risk a glance back at the viewport. Master Koon’s shuttle is still harassing the pirate corvette and preventing it from attacking the Estrella, but you doubt he can hold it back forever, even with all his skill and power in the Force. You don’t have much time.

>Use the blaster. Combat Check: Blaster (unfamiliar). Roll 1d20, DC15.
>Use the Force. Mental Check: Force Push. Roll 1d20, DC15.
>Ambush.
>Other.

Rolled 1

>>23354187
>Use the Force. Mental Check: Force Push. Roll 1d20, DC15.
If the pirates realize there's at least one Jedi on the ship, if not two, they might not press the assault.
"One Jedi? Dude, we can take 'em. Wait, two? Bantha shit, two? Fuuuuuuuuuck that."