>>60970
You are standing outside of the door of his cell, a customized cargo hold of your GX1 Luxury Short Hauler, watching the half-naked nobleman make a fool of himself. Allowing yourself a small smile, you wonder at how lucky you were that the paranoid Governor Gilbert had such a security liability of a son.

All it took was a week of observation and paying his favorite Twi'lek whore 100 credits to inject him with a sedative during their most recent daily "appointments." Paid by the Governor's accounts, of course.

Your smile shifts into a sneer. Despicable.

If you were not on assignment to hunt down a rumored Rebel spy on one of Jabiim's moons, you would take the time to instill the fear of the Inquisition amongst every aristocratic family on Jabiim. Such a lax in Imperial Integrity should never occur.

Jedi may still be out amongst the outerrim planets after all, and it is your duty to ensure that they, along with the newly sprung up Rebellion, are removed and galactic stability is certain.

The oafish nobleman continues his irritating gloating in his cell - behavior unsuited for the future Governor of the important infrastructure and factories here on Jabiim.

Perhaps you, as an Inquisitor for the Empire, ought to teach the fool some manners?

> [] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.
> [] Forgo the tea - he did insult your ship, after all - and give him a firm chastising.
> [] Why begin with meaningless talk? Your dignified appearance should be enough for now.
> [] Other

>>60991
>[X] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.

>>60991
> [X] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.

You've already got an unused OP with litearlly the same exact thimbnail. Don't make anymore OPs if you've already got one and no ones responded to it yet.

>>60991
>> [] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.

We should make sure to be vague on why we're here, so he thinks its some anti-corruption thing.

>>61022
Look again. I think he's doing two quests at once.

>>61070
The MAD man!

>>61070
>>61022

Two QM's actually. They're apparently collaborating.

>>61022
>>61070
Myself and my friend GermanSchteel are running a Collaboration quest - two different characters, same quest.

Feel free to play in both if you'd like!

>>60970
>>60988
Truly the next stage of questing, what will these two think of next.

> [] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.

You readjust the long, flowing black robes of your Inquisitor armor as you walk down the plain hallway running along the center of the ship and grab the tea tray from the spartan kitchen's counter. Snagging the old fashioned kettle from the stovetop and place it along with a pair of tea cups and plates created by one of the greatest artists on Naboo. You check the kettle momentarily - the tea is settling in nicely - before placing a pair of freshly baked Jabiimi bread rolls. You always insist on providing your guests with a taste of home when you prepare a space for them.

Neatly arraying all the components on the tray, you balance it in one hand while grabbing a small portable table while walking back towards Donovan's cell.

You will show this brute what it means to be cultured, and hopefully have a pleasant conversation bout his father in the meantime. You open the door -

"-and I'll toss each of you off the edge of Razor-" Donovan looks up at you as you walk in. "So! you've finally come to face your-" His words halt with his lips pursed out grotesquely and tongue flapping against his lower lip, frozen. You watch with a concealed joy as his confidence and indignation is drained out of his face when he recognizes your armor.

As you set down the table beside his chair - out of reach, of course - and began to pour him his cup, his ugly expression continues to stare where you were standing. Donovan had been beginning to lounge in his chair, though now he sits completely erect.

"Hello, Sir Gilbert." Your voice is smooth as you shift the kettle over to fill your cup. "I welcome you to my humble ship. I do hope that the accommodations are to your liking, I had them specially installed for dignified guests such as yourself."

His eyes slowly turn towards your approach, staring at your proffered cup of tea with a blank expression. You tut politely, "You are my guest here Sir Gilbert, and I insist that you have some tea. It is a brew that your father has spoken wonders of" - you followed his servant to the market - "and it will do you wonders with the chill you must've gotten."

Robotically, Donovan extends his left arm out to your offered cup. As he takes it and attempts to lift it to his lips - the durasteel bars make only just able to take the smallest of sips - you pick your tea up.

"Now, I do not mean to be rude," You say Donovan's blank expression soon devolves into the regular terror a man such as he likely experiences when meeting an Inquisitor for the first time. "But I must hear more about your father. I've heard plenty about his honor and valor, though I'm sure you know him quite well."

> [Cont.]

>>61555
You rest your hip against the side of his chair. Donovon looks straight ahead as he carefully drinks his tea and averts his gaze. "Please, I must know: what sort of man is your father, truly?"

"My, father?" Donovon croaks.

"Yes, your father." You continue conversationally. "Is it true that he has never negotiated with pirates for the release of a kidnapped victim? All the other nobles tend to be corrupt enough to do such a horrendous act, but your father truly is a man of honor, isn't he?"

Donovon slowly nods.

"Why, doesn't that sound wonderfully absurd! Allowing kidnappings to go without ransom while his corrupt government ransoms everything down to the family dog!" You walk to the front of Donovon, keeping your back to his terrified gaze. "And to think, such a loving father wouldn't even be willing to give up a tiny bit of information to the Empire, not even for the safe release of his son."

You stand swirling your tea while striking a thoughtful pose.

After a moment Donovan speaks, voice barely breaking a whisper, "What, information?"

"Oh that's the thing Donovon!" You turn back towards him, arms out to your sides in a pleading gesture. "It is a very simple question too! Something that he, the extension of the Empire's authority in this outerrim would, should have already dealt with himself! A problem in his own realm," You cross your arms, moving your tea without spilling a drop. "And he isn't exerting the Emperor's wraith against them."

If it were possible, Donovon became even more rigid at your words. Even his instinctual shivering has stopped.

Interesting, you note - not only is there something the Governor knows that he has been keeping from you, his fool of a son has knowledge of it.

You shake your head and take a drink of your tea. "All I require is information, Donovon - then I will be on my merry way, and the Empire will be all the better for it."

You cock your head to the side, a conversational smile on your lips. "What do you say, by guest? Do you know what your father has been up to?"

Donovon, fear etched on his tense features, tentatively moves his head to one side - a negative.

The brute may be dumb, but he is loyal. Even as he faces you, the right arm of the Emperor himself and a force of strength and authority within the Empire, he chooses to blatantly lie to your face.

In a minute the predetermined time to talk with his father will arrive, and it is one of your virtues to always be punctual and forthright with your appointments - and your promises as well.

> [] Continue your gentlemanly conversations, perhaps he forgot his manners at the door.
> [] Chastise him, it is ungentlemanly to tell lies to each other.
> [] Inform him you have an important call to make and you will return momentarily.
> [] Other
> Write in dialogue if you would like.

>>61579
> [] Continue your gentlemanly conversations, perhaps he forgot his manners at the door.

>>61579
>> [] Chastise him, it is ungentlemanly to tell lies to each other.

>>61579
> [] Continue your gentlemanly conversations, perhaps he forgot his manners at the door.

>>61579
>[x] Chastise him, it is ungentlemanly to tell lies to each other.

There is a standard of behavior among high society.

>>61668
>>61684
>>61670
>>61605
A tie.

You know what, I can make this work.

Writing~

Feel free to insert dialogue if you would like.

"Now now, Donovon." Your soft voice takes on a gentle edge, similar to one that would be adopted when chastising an unerringly stupid servant droid. "It simply is ungentlemanly to tell lies to each other. There is a standard of behavior amongst us in high society, I am sure you are aware, though I would not in good faith allow such a defect in your behavior reflect upon your good breeding." You hold the nobleman's eyes with your gaze. "If it is not rectified, I have no issue with reminding a young welp such as yourself about proper etiquette."

You take another sip of your tea. You watch with a hidden smile as the strung out man processes what you just said. To think, these outerrimmers don't even teach their children how to be properly kidnapped. This is not noble or dignified in the slightest. If this were a Core world then everlasting shame would be brought upon the Donovon's family, and you job would be much easier.

The smile shifts into a private sneer. Blasted outerrimmers, no wonder there are Rebel spies amongst them.

Donovon grimaces and stares.

"Simply converse as a gentleman, Sir Gilbert." You say. "It is only the polite thing to do."

Still he maintains his rebellious expression.

"I have taken you in as guest, offered you tea, here, allow me to satisfy your hunger."

As you walk past Donovan towards the tray, you say "It is my honor as a gentleman to serve you in my home. Are you a scholar of the poet-"

A clink and the sound of shattering glass interrupt you.

You stand with your free hand grasping the piece of bread. For a moment, you do not believe what you just heard.

There is no way he, even as uncultured as he is, would dare act in such an offensive manner.

"It is a from a baker's shop in the capitol." You continue, your tone doing nothing to reveal your emotions. "I've heard it is the best on the continent," You turn to face Donovon once more. "so I felt it would be appropriate," He is staring at you, a pleased expression on his face. "To obtain some for you," On the floor around his chair, the shards of the beautifully crafted tea cup and plate are scattered across the floor.

"I." You stand still, tea cup shaking in your hand.

The fool begins to laugh.

You stare as the pieces of Naboo produced ivory twinkle in the oversaturated light.

"You think you could sway me with pretty words?" The man taunted. "And I thought you were an Inquisitor, but there's nothing I need to fear from you, you senile pirate, eh?"

The man's lips flap ridiculously as he talks.

"I bet you think you're all powerful with the force, aren't ya?"

You gently place your tea cup and the bread back onto the tray. Your hands shake. Your vision is narrowing, hyperfocusing on the fool's ugly lips.

"Tricking old ladies out of their purses with sleight of hand, using parlor tricks even a droid can see through? What sort of mad scoundrel are you?"

Donovon laughs his grotesque laugh once again.

> [Cont.]

>>62253
You feel the rage flow within you, power welling up. The enticing draw of the dark side of the force traces its fingers through your mind, wrapping itself around your sense of awareness. Your vision blurs and solidifies as your anger melds into the force, the force and you becoming one and the same.

"My father will show you, filth! I bet you're not even noble, just a sad madman flying around space, all alon-"

"SILENCE!" You cannot hear yourself, your ears are pulsing with rage.

You extend your hand out, disengaging the maglocks with but a mere thought as you grip onto the fool. You can see him screaming, but all you can hear is the power coursing through your veins.

The Force within you lifts him, and with a swift motion of your arm he is slammed into the ceiling. You move your arm down and to the right, the man colliding with the corner. Then you propel him to the wall behind you, hearing a sickening crack reverberate through the room.

You cannot help but grin in glee. You throw him into the left wall, the floor, the ceiling, the floor, the right wall, the opposite wall, back and forth and back and forth and around and around the man is thrown into the unyielding durasteel and again and again

and you are laughing, the power fuels your rage and your rage fuels it, you are a god, you are the destined destroyer of the Jedi scum-

The intercom beeps.

"Sir," Bugsy, your B1 Pilot droid states in a monotone. "Incoming holocall from Governor Henry Gilbert."

Your rage quells. With a flourish of your robes you spin and march out of the cell room. As the door closes behind you, the sound of Donovon slumping to the ground and groaning in pain brings pleasure to your ears.

You also believe that the walls were splattered with blood.

Your vicious grin stays with you as you walk down the durasteel hallway until turning into the door on your right. Inside the harsh lighting and sterile ship is immediately replaced by a comfortable reading lounge, done in the style of the contemporary Naboo politicians. Along the walls are high class paintings interspaced between holobook shelves, and arrayed tastefully around the room are chairs stuffed and crafted out of the finest materials to be had on Naboo. Resting on the floor is a wookie rug that fills nearly the entire space - it was a massive, 15 meter tall brute according to the dealer you discussed the purchase with.

Your arrival at your space immediately sets your heart at ease. Giving yourself a moment to settle yourself in your favorite chair, then you activate the blinking holoprojector.

A dignified man in his early 50s appears in the center of the room before you. A grizzled veteran from the Clone Wars, you've supposed in a previous conversation. Now that you've had a discussion with his son, you can see the resemblance.

Especially how, when they're scared, they keep their eyes and head locked straight in front of them.

You feel the vicious grin still plastered on your face.

>>62261


> [] While his son may have been uncultured, perhaps his father may prove to be a better man at holding gentlemanly conversation.
> [] Might as well get to the point, you both know why he has called - you did leave a helpful message using the Twi'lek whore's head, after all.
> [] Discuss how well you are treating his son as your "guest," it would be rude to his family to keep him in the dark!
> [] Other

>>62279
>> [] Discuss how well you are treating his son as your "guest," it would be rude to his family to keep him in the dark!

>>62279
>[x] Might as well get to the point, you both know why he has called - you did leave a helpful message using the Twi'lek whore's head, after all.

Socializing is over. Down to business.

>>62279
> [] Might as well get to the point, you both know why he has called - you did leave a helpful message using the Twi'lek whore's head, after all.

>>62279
> [] Might as well get to the point, you both know why he has called - you did leave a helpful message using the Twi'lek whore's head, after all.

>>62279
> [] Might as well get to the point, you both know why he has called - you did leave a helpful message using the Twi'lek whore's head, after all.

>>62279
> [X] Might as well get to the point, you both know why he has called - you did leave a helpful message using the Twi'lek whore's head, after all.

>>62306
>>62311
>>62320
>>62325
>>62382

Getting down to business it is.

A rather Professional Inquisitor we have here, hm?

Also, feel free to add to whatever demands our inquisitor gave to this Governor in his tastefully written letter.

>>62394
Maybe he wants something along the lines of a vacation to the far reaches of the galaxy. Maybe a spot on an Imperial expedition.

>>62461
Inquisitors are basically Independent contractors paid by practically the Emperor himself, and have the duties to root out rebel scum across the galaxy.

Nothing this governor could give him would really be worth anything to you, so you can assume that the terms of the ransom can be as petty or aristocratic as you want them to be.

>>62482
Well I think the least he could do now is get us a new tea set.

>>62492
This and imported sand from Tatooine. It's coarse and it gets everywhere

>>62492
Definitely a new tea set. Partly because its expensive, and partly because it will frustrate him.

>>62509
How is that stuff not part of a basic interrogation kit.

"Talk or you get a Tatooine wedgie."

A decently sized part of you would love to revel in the experience you just gave this man's son, and explain to him the reasons why his son had transgressed and must've been punished.

"Inquisitor Czartoryski." The old soldier gives you a curt nod. His glare is expectant, demanding, and in every way telling you that he is not one to be taunted right this moment.

You allow your desire to be playful with the secret hording traitor pass. You give a nod in response. "Governor Gilbert. It is good to find you again. I assume you've found my message and are responding in good faith?"

The old soldier physically seethes at your casual tone. Good, let him rile himself up.

"Inquisitor," Gilbert's desire to scream at you is only stymied by his knowledge that he ought to negotiate. "I will forward the account you specified with the necessary funds, and I will allow you to leave the system unmolested if you hold up your end of the bargain. But," He jabs a finger at you. "If you do not, I will hunt you down across the ends of the Galaxy. Not even the Emperor will protect you from my wraith."

"Oh, and one more thing Gilbert." You wave off his threats like the saberrattling it is. "Your son was rather rude during his stay. I as a proper host served him tea and bread, a local flavor your family has come to love from what I understand," Gelbert pales at your words. "And while I was serving him, your oncouth son had the tenacity to break my tea cup."

You lean back in your chair.

"I'll have you know that it was a cup crafted by one of the finest artists on Naboo, it is on par with what the Emperor would use in his tea breaks." You wave your hand about lazily at your side as you think. "Send me something from Alderaan to make up for it."

The Governer tries to interrupt, "But Alderaan is g-"

"Oh!" You sit up, finger pointing into the air. "Also, I need you to send for 100 kilograms of the finest sand from Tatooine. Same location as the rest, of course."

"Inquisitor, now you are being absur-"

"Governor." Your whimsical tone turns to ice as you lean towards the old man. "You have kept information from me. Information from the Emperor himself."

The governer flicks his eyes away from you, that fear speaking volumes.

"I've come to know that you are unable to keep your borders in order." You continue. "While that is an abyssmal situation and I will be informing the Emperor at my first opportuni-"

The Governor swipes his hand in the air in front of him. "We have that Clone Wars relic under control, Inquisitor! With the Empire's newly supplied AT-ATs, we've been able to corner those rogue clones in the plateaus. If you simply give me more time, I wil-"

You wave your hand to interrupt him. "That is not the information I needed, though I will add that to my report."

"Why you little rotten son o-"

"What I need to know, Governor, is what might the situation at Jabiimi moon, numbered 6 I believe, be?" You cock your head to the side.

The Governor's rage is halted.

>>62634
"I have pinpointed that as the most likely location for a local rebel cell. What can you tell me about the moon?”

The Governor snaps at you. “That is classified information, Inquisitor.”

You hold his gaze for a moment.

“Is it more classified than how much your son’s life is worth?”

Gilbert’s glare reveals his unbridled hatred.

“There has been an incident on the moon.” He states. “We lost contact with our recovery forces. We know nothing more except that an abandoned Separatist mining base has been reclaimed. There is no more information at this time.”

He allows a moment of silence to pass between you. You cannot help but smile as he wishes death upon you with his eyes.

“Satisfied?”

You allow your smile to grow larger.

“Good. Now, return to me my son, an-“

But!" You stop him before he can continue.

"I require that you forward my additional demands. Immediately. You may call back when you have finished with the deed." You end the holocall.

Leaning back into your chair once again, you revel in the expression of pure shock the Governor had in those final moments.

Ah yes. Let the enemies of the Empire know your might.

You have about 20 minutes before he is likely to call you back - Getting sand into hyperspace from Tatooine is a complicated and expensive order, no matter what you might think - so you may be able to do something in the in between.

> [] Simply wait for the Governor, he shouldn't be too long.
> [] Pay a visit to Donovon again, perhaps he is willing to talk now.
> [] Talk with your pilot droid, you may need to make a fast get away - or pull some crafty maneuvers.
> [] Other

>>62686
>[x] Talk with your pilot droid, you may need to make a fast get away - or pull some crafty maneuvers

Flippancy is an excellent cover for competence.

>>62686
> [] Simply wait for the Governor, he shouldn't be too long.
I'm sure we have something nearby to read while we wait.

>>62686
>> [] Talk with your pilot droid, you may need to make a fast get away - or pull some crafty maneuvers.
Observe just so ya know I feel dirty being here.

>>62737
It's okay anon, none of us are clean.

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>>62737
Embrace it Sleepy.

Let us write good stories and experience fun tales together in this new frontier.

Besides, I may move AT-TE over here, depending on how things go.

>>62686
>> [] Talk with your pilot droid, you may need to make a fast get away - or pull some crafty maneuvers.

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Looks like chatting with the pilot wins the vote.

These fanart pieces will always make me laugh.

Writing, please, chat amongst yourselves.

What's the correct way to seat dinner guests if you have a circular table?

>>62859
Well it kinda depends how big the people you are seating are. Maybe we can ask the droid.

>>62821
Where are we from? Naboo?

You push yourself out of your chair and walk towards the cockpit. Your robes billow out behind you as you move.

Upon entering the cockpit, you spot the sorry state of your pilot droid, and your good mood falters. Patches of well-maintained rust are spread haphazardly across the body of the droid, and a band of blue along its head is the only signifying feature that marks it as different from any other B1. The droid was decrepit when the Clone Wars began, an old model of the B1 that may have been a prototype at one point, though he has lived for so long that his intelligence has become similar to that of a commander droid.

Or perhaps he was always like that. You only bought him a month ago along with the ship when the Inquisition was reinstated to counter the Rebellion's efforts among the stars.

The way he turns to face you makes you involuntarily wince. There is something about the old droid that makes you nervous.

"Sir." Bugsy states. "Do you require my assistance with the Prisoner?"

The way it deadpans 'Prisoner' sends a shiver down your spine. "No Bugsy, I do not need help with our guest."

"Roger roger." It nods before turning back to the controls.

"I do need something of you."

Robotically, the droid turns back to face you. "What do you require?"

"There very well may be a supposed fleet coming from Jabiim down below." You begin.

"Impossible." Bugsy states. "The unstable magnetic fields means that ships are not able to land on the surface. No ships are within scanner range. No ships are in the system."

"You're picking up no ships, droid?" You ask while stepping beside it.

"Roger roger, that is what I said. There are no ships in the sector." He turns his head to look up at you. "Do you require that I repeat myself?"

You close your eyes and force a breath out of your nose. "No, I don't need you to repeat yourself. Just, take us towards the 6th moon in the system."

"Roger roger." Bugsy reclaims the controls and slowly rotates the ship.

"Inform me if the scanners pick anything heading towards us." You leave the droid's side.

"Roger roger." You walk back towards the interior of the ship.

"The scanners are reporting a ship incoming."

> [Cont.]

>>63085
Czartoryski does like things that come from Naboo, even styling his uniform after their politician's robes.

>>63166
You spin on your heel. "What? Tell me, what is it?"

"Correction, it is an asteroid incoming, roughly 2 meters in diameter." Bugsy's robotic voice implies no emotion. "Do you require that I move to avoid it?"

"I, what," You stammer before rubbing a hand across your face. "You know what droid, please, just, you know what to do."

"Do you require that I do something for you?" Is the reply.

With an exasperated sigh you storm out of the cockpit, calling out behind you "Get us to that mood, you blasted droid!"

Keeping up your momentum, you propel yourself back into your favorite chair in the lounge and fling yourself into it much like a man flailing across open space towards a lifeboat.

In the chair you grope for a book - any book, anything to distract yourself from your interaction with that confusing droid, something to-

The intercom beeps. "There is a ship on the scanner." Bugsy reports.

You groan to yourself.

"There is a second ship on the scanner."

You rub your temples.

"There is a third ship on the scanner. Three fighters, identified as Z-95s, incoming. Do you require that I take evasive maneuvers?"

"This better not be three asteroids, droid." You grumble. "Just take us out of their way an-"

The ship rumbles as the lights flicker on and off momentarily, flinging you out of your haphazard position on your chair.

"Ah, hell, Droid! What was that?" You say as you stumble to your feet.

"Three fighters, identified as Z-95s, have just made a pass. Do you require that I take evasive maneuvers?"

"I though you said there were no ships in the sector?" You demand.

"Your scanners were wrong." The droid states. "Do you require that I take evasive maneuvers?

> [] Take piloting duty away from the droid, he seems to have hit a bug in his programming.
> [] Man the defenses, however much you loath to admit it, the droid is a better pilot than you.
> [] Play dead, perhaps these fighter will try and board you and get all nice and close.
> [] Other

>>63178
>[x] Man the defenses, however much you loath to admit it, the droid is a better pilot than you.

Division of labour

>>63178
> [] Man the defenses, however much you loath to admit it, the droid is a better pilot than you.

>>63178
> [X] Man the defenses, however much you loath to admit it, the droid is a better pilot than you.
Is it just the average defense systems?

>>63178
Do we own Bugsy just so that we can exist in a perpetual state of frothing rage at all times?
> [x] Man the defenses, however much you loath to admit it, the droid is a better pilot than you.
What are our defenses, by the way?

>>63237
>Do we own Bugsy just so that we can exist in a perpetual state of frothing rage at all times?

Oh that's going in the next Star Wars RPG I run.

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>>63223
Pretty much.

>>63237
Standard turret with double laser cannons on the top of the ship.

Here's a picture.

Thing is, Czartoryski hasn't really gotten used to his new droid yet.

If you want to get to that point, you can.

>>63263
Glad I could inspire someone! Just name him Observer for me and I'll be happy.

>>63282
I shall call him Obse Ver!

>>63303
Perfect.

Gunning it is, writing now.

"Yes, droid! Evasive maneuvers!" You run towards the guns of the ship. "Tell me when they're making another pass!"

"They are making another pass." Bugsy states as you climb into the gunnery position.

"What, wher-" The ship shakes again, blasts exploding against your shields. The GX1 begins to accelerate and turn away from the turning fighters.

You spin your turret around. "Give me a direction Bugsy!"

"Fire now."

"Wha-"

Another line of explosions slam into the shields around you and a fighter speeds past. You can see where the shields are already beginning to buckle and fail.

"Dammit, I can't see anything, where are they?" You yell, frustration and anger flooding into your system.

"The enemy fighters are flying at a low angle to avoid your cannon." Bugsy reports. "Fire now."

"Fine!" You open fire with your cannons without a target in sight - there's no way you'll hit anything.

One of the Z-95s appears in your view right as the beams from your cannons tear into its wing. In a burst of debris and sparks the Headhunter spins out of sight and into open space.

"That was lucky." You immediately respond before your droid can say anything.

"Do you require that I keep informing you of the incoming fighters?" Bugsy reports.

"No, droid, I have this under control. Please focus on your task at hand." You finally feel comfortable enough to return to your normal tone. You will simply keep out a keen eye and land precise shots the moment the fighters appear in your sights. As long as the starfighters do not fly in from below-

"Both fighters are approaching from below."

"What??"

The ship rattles once more, and you can see both fighters just edge into your vision on either side of the ship before pulling away and back down.

"Droid how are the shields?" As long as the shields are up, you should be able to hold off the-

You see the shields flicker and die around you. "The shields have been overloaded." Bugsy reports. "The moon is only 1000 kilometers away."

The fighters make another pass, only this time you get a shot off towards one of them, and - you miss, the shot flying wide of the mark.

"Blasted piece of junk turret." You grumble. "Bugsy, what's the situation? Is there any way we can shake these fighters? I don't have any shots!"

"There are two fighters incoming."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "I know that, you insufferable droid. What-"

"Correction, two additional fighters incoming, identified as A-Wings."

"Rebels?"

"A-Wings are engaging enemy Z-95s."

You watch at the nimble ships spin around the slow headhunters, and in moments both are sparking wrecks drifting through the void.

"The A-Wings are sending a message."

"Put them on." You respond. If they really are rebels, then you might be able to report to the Grand Inquisitor that your job has been finished, probably long before that battle hungry hothead-

> [Cont.]

>>63577
"Pilot of the GX1," The voice of a young girl interrupts your thoughts. "Are you okay? Your ships appears to have suffered severe damage, do you require assistance?"

"No," You say while climbing down from the turret. "I believe everything should be in order. Pilot Droid, what's the status report?"

"Major damage suffered to engine 2." Bugsy reports. "Engine shutdown imminent in 3, 2, 1," The ship shudders again as you feel the propulsion source become unequal. "Repairs are necessary for future flight."

"GX1," The A-Wing pilot sounds worried. "Your engine just deactivated! Repeat, do you require assistance? We have a repair bay nearby on the moon, we can guide you in."

Your eyebrow twitches as you walk to the cockpit. Bugsy turn back towards you, sitting at a smoking console. "Do you require that I respond to their offers for assistance?"

A simmering hatred for this droid rests at the bottom of your chest.

> [] Accept the offer for help - dress up like a merchant or something (Choose the disguise!)
> [] Accept the offer for help - and hit the ground fighting
> [] Reject the offer for help - you can make a hyperjump with just one engine, right?
> [] Write in.

>>63611
> [] Accept the offer for help - and hit the ground fighting

>>63611
>[x] Accept the offer for help - dress up like a merchant or something (Choose the disguise!)

Roaming Noble, out on an adventure that's not going so great.

>>63611
Caution is the better part of valor.
We might be an inquisitor but surely we should have something that isn't in all black with "I'm with Empire!" plastered on it.
> [x] Accept the offer for help - dress up like a merchant or something (Choose the disguise!)
Our GX1 isn't the civilian model obviously since we've got weapons at all, so we could try and pass ourselves off as a moderately important government official of some kind.

>>63697
We're in the outer-rim, everyone's ship has guns on it.

>>63611
> [X] Accept the offer for help - dress up like a merchant or something
Maybe like a government official or even a smuggler because the rebels usually deal in the likes of us.

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So we're going the disguise route? While playing the confused noble/diplomat from Teth or somewhere silly?

Cool, writing.

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>>63713
That's a given, however I did a small bit of reading up and the armed version of the GX1 is usually used for diplomatic missions of some kind. If I were a rebel or a pirate I'd guess that an armed GX1 is probably transporting someone of some importance.

>>63611
> [] Accept the offer for help - and hit the ground fighting

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This update will be the final for tonight - and trust me, it'll be a special one.

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>>64010
Oh boy!

>>64010
>the rebels are just Jinx sitting there talking to himself, pretending his crew is still alive.

>>64046
Christ dude

>>64056
>He has a mop which he dyed red propped up in a chair.
Definitely not dyed with blood.

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>>64046

Well that's morbid.

As an Inquisitor, it is your duty to do what is necessary to eliminate the enemies of the Empire.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you excitedly run to your wardrobe and begins comparing outfi- disguises.

--

The GX1 limps into the entrance of the mining facility. You are standing alongside Bugsy in the cockpit - newly smoke free - standing in your Diplomatic attire. It is something you are honestly quite proud with, mostly because it portrays the idea of the dumb, out of touch politician perfectly.

All around the massive, multistory machines have been converted into impromptu landing bays for fighters, living quarters, mess halls, everything that a rebel cell would need to for an insurgency to overthrow the Empire and replace it. To think, the rebels want to return to the dark ages, when Jedi ruled the Galaxy with an Iron Fist until the Emperor and Darth Vader freed the old Republic from their clutches. Now that they've instituted order across the realm with their might, the fools want to return to the era of chaos.

You shake your head. Utterly crazy, all of them. It is a good thing that you have been given the duty to remove them all. It's for their own good.

Through your ship's scanners and external cameras you record everything concerning their organization and force composition. It is all valuable intelligence for the Empire and rooting out these cells in other worlds.

"The Governor is attempting to call." Bugsy states in his drab robotic monotone. "Do you require that I accept the call?"

"No." You wave the droid off. "I'm sure the good Governor sent everything just fine. He was an honorable leader, if irritating. Remind me Bugsy to send the garrison to arrest him for traitorous actions against the Emperor. It wouldn't be good to be kicked out of the system like someone we know, but I doubt I'll ever care to return to this muddy hellhole."

You rub your cheek. "I swear, one could work for months in those hills and only get 30 kilometers."

"There is a call incoming from an Inquisitor Nix." Bugsy states.

Immediately you whip around and speed walk towards the holoroom.

"Do you require th-"

"Put her through, droid!"

You rush into the room almost breathless as the hologram activates, and-

There she is.

Inquisitor Nix, standing with her arms crossed over her ample chest in her tight fitting Inquisitor's armor and - you notice a small half cape fluttering lightly behind her.

Her yellow eyes pierce into yours with a wry look about her.

For a moment you stand, silent.

Then you give her a large smile.

"Coming to ask me to bail you out of another system's jail, Nixie?"

> Write in conversation time.

.....

>>64142
How.. are we supposed to write in things to say, if she hasn't said anything?

>>64046
>>64056
>>64084
>>64091
I just want to say: all of this is glorious and you should feel bad/awesome for it.

>>64156
One second, we're figuring it out.

>>64181
Truly the wonders of collaborative questing.

>>64223
Sometimes I wonder "Why don't I collab with MercCommand or AE?"

And this is pretty much telling me why.

Still fun though.

>>64245
>AE
Because AE writes cray cray or smut.

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>>64245
>>64181

While I can't say that whether or not this hasn't been tried before, I think it's going pretty well, even if most of it it seems like you both are playing fast and loose with the coordination.

>>64259
We're figuring it out. Gotta test things to see how they work Anon!

>>64245
You can collab with Merc if you want daughterus in every quest.

>>64259
Eh, as long as they communicate, I see no reason it couldn't work out, aside from slowing down update during actual cross quest interaction

Nixie keeps her pointed gaze on you.

“Piss off, I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.” Nixie snipes at you

Suddenly she whips her head back behind her and calls out, “Lonnie, I’m busy!” She then looks back at you, refolding her arms as her red hair swishes around her head. Her freckles flair out as she glares at you.

“So why the lawn ornament look, you trying to disguise yourself as an Aleen, trying to sneak your way into a tourist trap so you can assassinate some poor soul who just wanted to buy something at the gift shop?”

> Choose one
> [] "The gift shop girl was an accident and you know it!"
> [] "Sneaking into a rebel base, of course. What, do you think I was coming here for repairs or something?"
> [] "Had a little fun blackmailing a traitor into giving me all his money and 100 kilos of Tatooine sand, no big deal."
> [] "Freckles."
> Write in.

>>64339
> [] "Had a little fun blackmailing a traitor into giving me all his money and 100 kilos of Tatooine sand, no big deal."

Can't admit mistakes to another Inquisitor.

>>64339
> [] "Sneaking into a rebel base, of course.

>Lonnie. "Still unable to succeed on your own?"

> [] "Freckles."

>>64339
> [] "Had a little fun blackmailing a traitor into giving me all his money and 100 kilos of Tatooine sand, no big deal."

>>64339
> [x] "Had a little fun blackmailing a traitor into giving me all his money and 100 kilos of Tatooine sand, no big deal."
It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere. I'm sure it will make a useful interrogation tool.

>>64352
>>64365
>>64379

"Had a little fun blackmailing a traitor into giving me all his money and 100 kilos of Tatooine sand, no big deal." You shrug nonchalantly. "It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere. I'm sure it will make a useful interrogation tool."

> Waiting time.
> Feel free to post ideas as to how we can do this better.

>>64408
Take initial attitudes and comments from each group then literally roll play the characters between yourselves and post that?

>>64415
Yeah, you don't get us to vote on every single sentence normally so why do it here?

>>64415
... You, sir, can have a no holds bar question answered by me about AT-TE.

I literally didn't even think of that.

>>64415
>>64433
Message me on twitter or ask somewhere privateish (I'm on the ques/tg/enerals IRC) so I'm not broadcasting super secret knowledge all around like an idiot.

>>64433
Is Observer actually going to answer a question with a real answer and not something vague?

Better pick a good question.

>>64439
>>64440

I uhh.. don't follow AT-TE. I'm.. one of Schteels players.

I've just worked with other GMs before in private games...

>>64451
Hi anon. Thanks for that idea.

I'll let you ask a question of me then, any question.

>>64451
Ask him what really happened to Jinx during his training.

>>64460
I wouldn't be allowed to post it if I did...

>>64454
Eerrhm I'll think of something and send it over twitter.

>>64465
Doesn't matter, at least someone other than Observer will know before Jinx and the rest of his crew die.

>>64473
Welp considering I had already sent a question to Schteel, no, no one will. This Jinx's past goes to the grave with him.

>>64465
If one of my players can contact you privately and send me their question via you without me knowing, it's totally game.

Then again, YOU'D have the answer, so you could totally do whatever you wanted with it.

And yes what was spoilered is no longer on the field.

>>64473
You know Anon, I'm not even annoyed.

That's completely hilarious and probably 100 percent true with how ya'll've been doing so far.

I'm in a giving mood tonight. You can have a question as well. Though the Big question has already been censored. Besides, taunting you with the possibility of Answers to everything BUT that question gives me great joy.

Hit me up somewhere private.

>>64492
Das lewd!

>>64492
Ok, I asked my super secret question, you can DM me the answer on twitter if you want.

Nix shifts her hip to the side."I know our childhoods were rough but this is a little extreme."

"Not as rough as the beating I gave the Governor's son." You chuckle lightly. "He broke my tea cup, the fool. He's lucky I didn't rip him limb from limb."

Nix takes on a mocking tone. "Awww, poor baby. He broke your tea cup? What, did you buy it for 2 credits at a Jawa meet or something?" She tilts her head ever so slightly to the side. "It must have been so valuable."

You cross your arms, glaring at Nix. "It was one of the Emperor's old tea cups. Don't you remember? I had help from a little Nixie sneaking in, nickin' everything in sight before our master ran us out."

Nix stabs the air with her finger. "Okay, first off, do not ever call me Nixie." She holds up another. "Second, it's your own bleeding fault for serving those in the first place."

You blink, sputtering for a moment. "Shut up." You rub your cheek. "I was being a gentleman and the brute decided to act out. Much like you do all the time, hothead."

"Pffft," Nix waves you off. "More like pretending to be a gentleman. I don't see why you insist on being something you're not, Gavin."

"Well, I, uh," You pause, trying to think of something to say. "Don't see why you insist on dragging Lonnie all over the place. He's a coward and a traitor and you know it."

"At least he doesn't try to be something he's not."
Over the intercom, Bugsy's monotone cuts into the conversation. "Do you require that I-

"No you stupid droid, just, not right now." You say with a sigh.

"Is that your droid?"

"Yes, yes, the damned fool always asks questions that way."

"Lonnie never asks me questions like that."

Well from what it looks like, I have to meet with the rebel leader here. So, see-" You stop."Wait, how does Lonnie ask you questions?"

The door opens behind you to reveal Bugsy standing there, motioning you to follow.

"Wait, no nevermind, I have to go." As you walk out you kill the connection.

"What's the situation, droid?" You ask.

"There are 1325 people in this facility, and all of them have a vantage point on the GX1. The probable leader of the faction is approaching with what appears to be an honor guard."

Bugsy shakes his head.

"They do not look happy."

> [To Be Continued]

So yeah, QnA is open.

Anon, I hope that answered your question. If you want me to elaborate more, feel free to poke me when I'm less "I just ran a quest"

>>64671
You accidentally posted your update in germans thread too.

Do I get some crazy free question I get to waste on something useless for shit posting the thread link on twitter before you?

>>64679
It was intentional, don't worry.

Fuck it, why not, it made me laugh. Tonight's a "Ask me what you wanna know via twitter if you make me laugh/are awesome/produce fanart" mood.

>>64671
Thanks for the answer Observer, I was thinking about things more 'current' in the quest to ask about, but then I thought that would take all the fun out of it if I knew, so I asked that instead.

>>64697
It makes things a little clearer though, doesn't it? Things make a little more sense?

That's how a LOT of things are with AT-TE. It's not one thing that reveals you the whole picture, but a lot of little things.

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Inquisitor quest collab with Schteel? Glad to see you decided to run with my idea.