Welcome to what might be a one shot, might be a thing for longer. Who knows.

Felt like doing some star wars stuff. I'm not the biggest lore hound in the world, but I had an idea and wanted to run it.

This will be fast and loose, expect rapid fire updates trough today.

>>3849123
> Face the troopers and prevent the youngling from acting.

>>3849123
>Face them and try to calm the youngling

>>3849123
> Face the troopers and prevent the youngling from acting.
We can do it

>>3849155
>>3849149
>>3849145

Success: 18
Critical Success: 30

Roll 1d20+2. Total of all 3 rolls is our result.

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3849158
rolling

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3849158

>>3849123
>> Keep running, surely she will not do anything too drastic.

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3849158

>>3849161
Hey, the first roll is a crit! That's a good omen, I hope

>>3849170
meh
3d20+6 target 30 for crit....
that is stupid easy to get

>>3849176
Y-you're just jealous because you rolled a 2
Yeah, 3 rolls gives us a ~14% chance of rolling at least 1 20

>>3849169
>>3849166
>>3849162
>>3849161
>>3849155
>>3849149
>>3849145

With a deep breath you turn and spin your saber in a wide arc. The flourish is mostly to intimdate and allow you to take in the situation. But the rather uncharacteristic action must have been the force guiding you; as a pair of blaster bolts are deflected up into the air.

The displays of the buildings around you shake and tremble as a sniper tumbles from his perch. It makes sense, they were tracking you all along; no wonder you haven't been able to slip away. The crashes of the tumbling trooper dsitract his comrades long enough for you to leap amongst the troopers in a whirling blur of combat. The commander's legs are cut away from him upon landing and you deflect a trio of shots at point blank range from the two quickest trigger fingers in his squad.

"Throw the thermals!" A trooper shouts, as you whip your head around; the remaining troopers send all of their explosives toward you.

The development abruptly halts your flowing graceful dismantling of the unit. All it achieves is forcing you to picot and face the survivors. Any prying eyes stalking the streets under the sudden martial law would see a single figure simple raise his hands and stop certain death dead in it's tracks.

Pushing with the force, the red blinking lights on the thermal detonators increase in frequency. There is an attempt at scattering from the clones, but in the end nobody can outrun an explosion at so close range.

The death of troopers you may have fought alongisde mere months ago does not bring you any joy, but just as signifiagnt is the fact it stirs little in you whatsoever. "Master Golh? Why are the clones trying to kill us?" The youngling asked, her voice still shaky. Thankfully, the close brush with her full abilities seems to have quelled when she felt you had the situation in control.

"I do not know Dove." He lied, trying to soothe her.

"Did Master Jocasta make it out?" She asked, speaking of the libarian who she had taken to emulating where possible.

"I do not know." This time it was the truth. While he saw the opening acts of this hellish treason; his escape route with Dove from the medical bay allowed little chance at sightseeing. As he set off, the youngling continued to talk.

"You're angry." She said simply.

"I am not." the lies were coming easily to him. "I am worried."

"About Master Tahl?" Her grip in the harness was soft, as if she was unsure whether it was apprporiate to hug his chest.

> Yes.

> No youngling. I am simply worried about getting you to safety.

> I am worried about the jedi offworld.

> Write-In

>>3849189
> No youngling. I am simply worried about getting you to safety.

Giving it another 10 mins then I'm writing.

Writing.

>>3849194

"No youngling." You say, trying to push the mention of your master and clanmate from your mind. "She is one of the brightest stars of our order, she will be fine. In truth, I only worry for getting you to safety." Traversing the alleyways by scent is an easy affair. The species' of coruscant would be easy to follow with your nose even in a rainforest; the hustle and bustle of urban life leaving more scent markers than you could ever describe if someone ever took an interest. You are quite grateful that you can focus on Dove for a short time.

"There are more gunships coming in." Dove said, watching one fly past one of the streets' railings. Thankfully the spotlight is sweeping the temple rather than your current position.

"Then we must be quick." You ignite your lightsaber and drop to a knee. This maintenance panel has been used by the Cerean smugglers you're seeking. Recently and frequently. Hopefully, they will realise you have little interest in busting their Pazaak ring. With a hiss, you begin slicing your way into the hidden tunnels; you don't have time to work out their cunning puzzles.

"Why are you cutting open a life support system master?" Dove asks, wriggling slightly clear of her harness and squinting at your actions. From the corner of your eye, the horrible red burn on her chalk white skin is reflecting the light from the nearby cantinas.

> Explain what you're doing

> Ask her to keep watch with her training saber

> Ask her to try and work it out while you work

> Write-In

>>3849228
> Ask her to try and work it out while you work

>>3849228
>> Explain what you're doing

>>3849228
> Ask her to try and work it out while you work
She needs a distraction to work her mind on.

>>3849287
>>3849266
>>3849242

Writing.

>>3849287
>>3849266
>>3849242

"Well Youngling, think of your teachings. What do you think I'm doing?" The look on her face almost brings a smile to your face in these dark times. When Dove is deep in thought, she puffs out her cheeks ever so slightly and her sunken eyes go from place to place swiftly.

By the time you've pushed through to the other end of the secret door and begun cutting an entranceway, she's already asking questions. "We weren't fleeing at random, you had some kind of plan."

"Indeed." You say, settling into the old dynamic you had went through in your short time as a temple instructor.

"And, you weren't using the force. So you had some other way to direct you..." SHe taps your chest, eyes running over your own and your ears. "Something to do with your species master?"

"Correct. What do you think it was?" You prompt.

"Well, I only know that Noorians are felines with adept senses master. I do not know which senses in particular are enhanced. Perhaps you heard movement behind the door? Or tracked some footsteps with a low light vision?" The hiss of the lightsaber punctuates her theorycrafting, leaving you with a slight smile.

"My eyesight did aid me youngling, but it was scent." She's absorbing your answer, using it as another stepping stone on the way to an answer. Dove was not tipped as a future duelist, but her intellect and instincts were so sharp that you'd always suspected that in peacful times, she would have been of a mind to traverse the galaxy unravelling the mysteries of the force.

Instead of fostering each of the children's unique gifts; you were tasked with taking a class of younglings and making them into warriors... A fact that had weighed heavily upon you. Now, you're faced with a little inkling of what could have beem. "So you tracked the scent of something or someone to this life support panel." She hums, boney fingers tapping more intensely. "Since we need to get away, you need unofficial transport. Perhaps smugglers?"

"Exactly." You say as the circle you have cut comes full circle. Using the force you pull it free and set it to the side. "Our best bet is to leave Corsuacant. If we cannot, then we must hide in the undercity."

"And the best way to do that is with smugglers!" She says in excitement, wincing in pain as she gets too animated.

>>3849422

"Peace, Dove." You soothe, reaching out to lay your palm against her unburned side. "You are correct." Braving to glance over the threshold of your makeshift door, your eyes pick out small rungs sticking from the disguised vent. "We will take this secret tunnel to the Cerean smugglers' hideout. We will arrange passage either offworld, or seek sanctuary in one of their establishments."

She nods. "I guess that makes sense, if the clones are still serving the republic... We can't really use temple property." As you are about to start climbing down, Dove manages to ask one of those awkward questions children specialise in. "But aren't Jedi guardians of law? How can we work with cirminals? Isn't that selfishness? So it's against the teachings in two ways."

> Well, you see... It's uh. It's okay sometimes...

> Trying times make for strange bedfellows. Do not shun an ally in time of need. Do not withhold redemption from a helping hand. How can criminals do better, if we never have faith in them

> We have no choice. The law is our enemy at this time.

> Write-In

>>3849432
>> Well, you see... It's uh. It's okay sometimes...

>>3849432
> Trying times make for strange bedfellows. Do not shun an ally in time of need. Do not withhold redemption from a helping hand. How can criminals do better, if we never have faith in them

>>3849432
>> Trying times make for strange bedfellows. Do not shun an ally in time of need. Do not withhold redemption from a helping hand. How can criminals do better, if we never have faith in them

>>3849432
>Trying times make for strange bedfellows. Do not shun an ally in time of need. Do not withhold redemption from a helping hand. How can criminals do better, if we never have faith in them

FINALLY!! A Star Wars Quest set during the Empire where we play a Master doing his damndest to stay alive and rebuild the order despite crushing odds! Please make this more than just a one time thing. I desperately wanna try our hand at forming some kind of underground Jedi cult so friggin badly.

Right I fell asleep last night and I'm headed to work. Will try to get a post done afternoon UK Time.

>>3850097
Supp

>>3850739
Not much, how 'bout 'chu anon?

>>3849432
> Trying times make for strange bedfellows. Do not shun an ally in time of need. Do not withhold redemption from a helping hand. How can criminals do better, if we never have faith in them

>>3850739
>>3850097
>>3849530
>>3849459
>>3849435


The question roots you to spot for a moment, but while you search for words - armoured boots land from a rooftop. Too close for comfort. Swifter than a gale, you swing to the hidden ladder and begin descending.

A youth of stalking through the jungles of your homeworld allow your steps to be light and silent despite the echoing passage. Once you have climbed for around a minute and a half, you feel safe enough to answer Dove's question.

"Trying times make for strange bedfellows young one. Today's enemies may be tomorrow's friend. When in need, you should never shun aid and nor should you withhold a second chance to those seeking redemption. After all, how can someone mend their ways if we don't allow them to be better?"

"Hm." Dove mutters as you alight on some kind of metal grating. The roughness of the edge against the bottom of your feet is incredibly distracting. And old instincts pulls you to crouch low and the four and try to take in the details of this dark tunnel system.

You sniff the air, this place is absolutely covered in scent markings of smugglers, but with so many; you're learning little from your sensory suite. "Master, I can't see. You've been quiet and crouching for so long, are their troopers?"

"No. Just thinking youngling."

> Ignite your lightsaber so dove can see. Explore.

> Track down a sentry.

> pick a direction.

> Write-In

>>3851034
>> Track down a sentry.

>>3851034
> Track down a sentry.

>>3851034
>> Ignite your lightsaber so dove can see. Explore.

>>3851115
>>3851086
>>3851039

You begin working your way through the tunnel with your right hand slightly brushing against the walls to keep your bearings. Like a winding serpent the tunnel listed downward, dripping water turning to a small flowing river around your feet.

Up ahead, you hear a muttered conversation as two Cereans are swapping tall tales back and forth. Dove looks at you in apprehension, while you tighten her harness and put a finger in front of your mouth.

Taking a deep breath, you consider your approach. The words of your master all flit through your head, but unsurpsiginly one of the greatest jedi masters did not teach you how to work with criminals.

> Force trick. You want to take me to your leader.

> Hi there, I have a job for you.

> If you don't take me to your boss, I'm going to shut your operation down.

> Lure on over to hold them hostage

> Write-In

>>3851251
>> Hi there, I have a job for you.

Sorry for the short update there, but literally felt like I was writing filler to try and lengthen it.

Briefly considered doing dialogue for the two grunts, but figured better to keep moving along.

>>3851251
> Hi there, I have a lucrative job for you

>>3851278
>Sorry for the short update there
Short is fine; brevity is the soul of wit.

>>3851251
>Hi there, I have a job for you
>>Why hello there

>>3851560

Shit. Somebody noticed.

I'm done second shift, will try to write once I get some food in me. Might only be one update as I'm early start tomorrow.

>>3851560
>>3851520
>>3851257

Roll for diplomacy!

Sucess: 31 Crit: 40

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3852059

>>3852069

Damn, thats a good roll. I've wondered if nat20s should be like; the force speaking to you or something.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3852059

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3852059

>>3852071
Jedi do tend to have unnatural luck so why not. I would still use your totals though.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3852059

>>3852205
>>3852192
>>3852150
>>3852076
>>3852069

Okay, that's 33.

Gonna write a success in a minute. Just got sort my dog walk out.

>>3852205
>>3852192
>>3852150
>>3852076
>>3852069

"Hello there." you say, emerging from the shadows. You do your best not to draw attention to the small child strapped to your chest, after all being in jedi robes is more than enough to arouse suspicion.

"Jedi!" The one on the lft shouts going to his holster.

You barely even gesture, the blaster flying into your hand barrel first. The other sentry is slower, allowing you to continue speaking before he goes for his weapon. "I have quite the lucrative job for you, gentlemen."

Something comes to you, a sort of tranquility that you seldom feel outside of meditation. Similar to the feeling of dueling, your body moves before your mind is properly conscious of what it's doing.

Remember. The average criminal is not evil. He is selfish and vulnerable. A victim of circumstance. Few choose to steal or smuggle to feed themselves. Self interest. Necessity. That is what lies in the hearts of those we seek Padawan.

"Your days on corsuscant are numbered. You will need to pack up your operation. The full might of the republic will fall on the smuggling clans, bring us with you and you might be able to make it out of the system alive."

Dove seems to be drinking in your words. Almost as if she is trying to decipher the secrets of the universe in your voice. "Yeah right, the jedi are going to help us?" The other Cerean asks. He reaches for the gun you've stolen with the force. "Gimme that lightsaber, the boss is going to love this!"

Through the tunnel comes the echoing of boots. Through the force you can feel fear, more fear than you ever thought possible. It's enough to make you dizzy and the Cereans notice it too. "You brought clones with you?"

"They're not with me!" You hiss; sending the forcw into both smugglers' chests. As they fly into the next room; you follow and shut the door they guarded. The door melds perfectly with the metalwork around it, expert crafstmanship backed by the finest array of electronic and physical locks. There's even a slight hiss as atmospheric and anti radiation seals.

Dove looks worried at the sudden action. "Your hearts are beating fast..." She hisses.

And then you both hear a sequence of clicks as around a dozen Cereans raise their weapons, blasters or improvised. The two on the ground rise to join their comrades. Leaving you extremely outgunned.

> We just saved your lives. Let's all get out of here before they find that door.

> Ignite your saber.

> Surely your boss would be interested now?

> Write-In

>>3853055
>> Surely your boss would be interested now?

>>3853055
>surely your boss would be interested now.

Lets go full snark jedai.it served obiwan well.

>>3853055

God damn it, I ypod on the force push. Need to do better.

>>3853133

Jesus Christ, have I developed Dyslexia in the past 10 hours?

>>3853055
>> Surely your boss would be interested now?

>>3853112
Support

>>3853249
>>3853112
>>3853065

Doing your best to scrounge up some composure you face down the firing squad. "Surely your boss would be interested now?"

A voice more suited to a hunting beast than a man cuts through the crowd of smugglers. "A jedi walks into my hideout holding a child and starts talking about work, arns me the republic are coming and then damn near pisses his robes?"

From the group comes a cerean with a somewhat small cranium for his species. Missing one arm and sporting a intricately braided bear, his clothes are that of a wealthy man. There's something of a military posture about him and the air around him seems to carry a hint of electricity. You do not doubt this one armed elder could still get his hands dirty if circusmtances dictated. He lights a death stick, "Either you stumbled on something big and need to run. Or this is the weirdest sting I've ever seen."

"With all due respect-" You step forward, and the blasters raise to aim at your face, with one or two even aiming at dove.

"You don't respect me boy, so don't pretend to." The leader growls, "How about you put your hands on your head and I won't shoot your..." Dove looks confused. "Illegitemate Palliduvan daughter there."

"He's not my father." She says simply. It seems she's had enough of being a passenger.

"Child, I don't really give a damn. But if you think you can strongarm me into helping you with warnings of doom; you're stupider than a gungan firefighter."

Dove seems like she's about to pipe up again.

> Let Dove talk, she seems like she's had enough of this guy.

> Assert you have not lied to him. Tell him the republic will come for anyone who can smuggle people offworld.

> Tell him smuggling you both will be worth his while and then some

> Write-In

>>3853452
>> Let Dove talk, she seems like she's had enough of this guy.

>>3853452
Do we have money?

>I'll pay well.

>>3853452
>> Tell him smuggling you both will be worth his while and then some

>>3853561
>>3853532
>>3853458

I'm calling that 2 points for appealing to reward.

So what will we offer.

> The location of a settlement where the jedi trials were held. And the kyber crystal deposits nearby.

> A Holocron

> Your services as muscle for a short time

> Your Jedi Fighter

> Letting them live is enough surely?

> Write-In

>>3853719
>> The location of a settlement where the jedi trials were held. And the kyber crystal deposits nearby.

>>3853452
> Tell him smuggling you both will be worth his while and then some
You're a jedi, use the prestige to hint that it's easy to compensate them after you've been smuggled away. They likely won't take that but it'll be a shoe-in to negotiation while making it seem lucrative enough as opposed to just gunning us down.

>>3853719
> The location of a settlement where the jedi trials were held. And the kyber crystal deposits nearby.
Except we should imply it's info we have to retrieve off-world.
Add in
> Your Jedi Fighter
if we need to sweeten the deal a bit.

>>3853757
>>3853750
>>3853730

I'm thinking phrase it as.

"Well I have some property on world; but if you get me off world I can get you something worth much more. Something that can set you up for life..."

Referring to the locations.

Does that sound good?

>>3853776
sure

>>3853776
Yea.

>>3853719
>>3853776
Let's also add us as a muscle. Just dont make us do anything unsavoury.

>>3853841
>>3853836
>>3853784
>>3853757
>>3853750
>>3853730

Sucess 31

Crit 39

Roll 'em

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3853885
sure

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3853885

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3853885

>>3853887
>>3853889
>>3853894
We did it reddit

>>3853905
We get one more it isut needs to be an 11 or more

>>3853894
>>3853889
>>3853887
>>3853905
>>3853908

You butt in before Dove can offend the elder, "Smuggling us will be more than worth your while."

"Oh?" He asks, clearly interested.

"Not only do I have some property on Coruscant that'd be ripe for the taking in my absensce. As soon as I'm off world, I can give you informtation that would set you up for life."

He smiles, revealing crooked teeth. "So your offer is something I could get from my crew gunning you down here and now. And an obvious set up for a double cross? I know you jedi think we're all brainless, but believe it or not; we ain't. So how's about you put the little girl down and hand over whatever credit chits you have handy."

"That would be unwise." You warn.

"You are severely underestimating a jedi old man." Dove says, "Even if we're on the run, we're more than capable of getting out of this!"

The smugglers all laugh and you see Dove clench her bony fingers into fists. "Hahaha girly, you're a bold one. But I don't think you and your master realise just how screwed you are! The jedi are treasonous outlaws, worth a fortune. You're pinned against a wall by ten blasters and on the other side of the door are all the clones hunting you!"

"If you really think I'm going to take something I could take from your corpse and a vague lie as payment for moving enemies of the state - you're really bad at this."

> Then I'll give you my ship and [something else from the list]

> [Mind trick] You want to get us offworld

> "Fine then. Try to shoot me." Ignite your saber

> The force is incredibly powerful in tight spaces. LEt's see how they like being introduce to the wall at high speed

> Write-In

>lets spare the child some horrors. Kill them and be done with it. Seems we will need to move to the lower levels.

>>3853917
> The force is incredibly powerful in tight spaces. Let's see how they like being introduce to the wall at high speed

The force is incredibly powerful in tight spaces. LEt's see how they like being introduce to the wall at high speed

>>3853917
> The force is incredibly powerful in tight spaces. LEt's see how they like being introduce to the wall at high speed
Just kill them while they're still talking, they had their shot.

>>3853968
>>3853963
>>3853954
>>3853924

Okay, looks like it's time to slam.

I need you guys to roll 1d10 to welcome them to the jam.

You got 3 to roll.

We want the total to be under 20. Well... depending on your intentions for the character.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>3853972
Please no darkness

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>3853972

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>3853981

I don't know if this is a failed roll or a formatting fail.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>3853972

>>3853983
dice+3d10

>>3853983
failed roll

>>3853993
Put it in the Options field and it will work anon

Rolled 3, 9, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>3853972

>>3853998
Just continue

>>3853998
>>3853996
>>3853993
>>3853991
>>3853981
>>3853980
>>3853976
>>3854005

The force is constant. It is neither near or far, but always within and around you. Every time you breathe it courses through you. When you are at peace, you glow with an inner light. Serenity. When you fear, hate or envy. You wallow in darkness. Pleasure.

The words of the teachings are but a murmur as your hands push to either side like you shrugged off an invisible coat. Cerean bodies fly through the cramped space and collide with the walls and cieling; leaving traces of crimson on the polished surfaces.

You clench your firsts, baring fangs as sternums are pressed and crushed from your attack. There is no thoughts as to the consequences, these criminals were offered a chance to help. Even fair compensation.

They chose to threaten you, threaten Dove. Instead of helping you offworld and being saved from the impending Republic crackdown, they decided that preying upon you both was more prudent.

Dove's small eyes seem to be drinking in the scene, almost as if she is listening to the thoughts playing across your mind. flexing your muscles like this is intoxicating, like catching your first Burgha as a kitten.

But reason comes back to you swiftly. With shame, you release the invisible vices on your victims without warning. Feeling with the force, you notice that several lights have been snuffed out from the assault, a punishment that far outstrips the crime of attempted strongarming.

From somewhere in the tunnels beyond, you know that you action will have been sensed. Time is now ticking ever shorter and you kneel on top of the groaning smuggler leader. "You employ an ace pilot. I need her name, I need her price."

The Cerean's eyes open. "Iso Salya. Kel Dor." There is a look in his eyes you had never expected to see since you took your oaths to the jedi code. This smuggler fears you. "She's darker orange than most of her kind... hangs out at the Smokin' Fox."

You drop him, pushing past the groaning smugglers to another one of the sealable doors. One of the smugglers grabs at your foot, "You can't leave us locked in here."

"Don't worry. A jedi will be here soon." You spit, unable to truly hide the hatred of that man out of your voice. Something about your glare frightens the survivor into releasing his grip.

Instead of closing the huge vault door by hand, you simply use the force to pull it behind you and sprint. The tunnels fork and fork again, but you keep heading left and downward. Toward the undercity and the dusty old shooting range you had been directed to.

"Master Gohl, you. You hurt those smugglers. Before they even fired." Dove sounds confused, extremely confused. The youngling must be wondering if she was too slow to see some kind of attack.

>>3854029

> They threatened your life youngling.

> I beat them to the draw.

> I'm afraid that they forced my hand youngling. We cannot be taken pirsoner, by clones or smugglers.

> I only wanted to restrain them. I was sloppy.

> Write-In

any grey jedi that don't fall to the dark side or aren't lazy sacks of shit who sit around doing fuck all or are lore breaking faggots

>>3854040

Thanks for sharing mate.

Who knows if we'll fall. Be perfect paragon or somewhere in between.

Because I sure as shit don't know if I'll even do a thread 2 of this. It's been fun so far though.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>3853972

>>3854032
> I only wanted to restrain them. I was sloppy.

>>3854032
>They threatened your life youngling.
but
> I only wanted to restrain them. I was sloppy.

Falling asleep, next update tomorrow.

Can I get some thoughts on this so far?

Specifically about characters and how "star wars-y" it feels so far if you can?

>>3854032
>> I'm afraid that they forced my hand youngling. We cannot be taken pirsoner, by clones or smugglers.

>>3854032
>I'm afraid that they forced my hand youngling. We cannot be taken pirsoner, by clones or smugglers
They really did. In times like that when diplomacy fails overwhelming force (no pun intended) wins

>>3854032
> I'm afraid that they forced my hand youngling. We cannot be taken pirsoner, by clones or smugglers.
>>3854173
I like it, it feels natural enough, but I'm not super familiar with star wars lore

>>3854032
> I'm afraid that they forced my hand youngling. We cannot be taken pirsoner, by clones or smugglers.

>>3854173
It seems pretty good. Although we are very strong for wrecking that many dudes in one force push.

>>3854490
>Although we are very strong for wrecking that many dudes in one force push.
A moment of desperation and anger.

Movies had plenty of times where an application of the force scattered its victims and crumpled them.

>>3854245
I like it.

>>3854173
It was enjoyable. The protagonist seems interesting and believable.

>>3854032
>> I only wanted to restrain them. I was sloppy.

>>3854845
>>3854812
>>3854490
>>3854463
>>3854245
>>3854200
>>3854132
>>3854104
>>3854075

"They forced my hand youngling. We cannot be taken prisoner, not by clones, not by smugglers, not by anyone." Your stoic facade creaks a little under the ocassion. Even Dove notices the regret in your words and expression, "But I was sloppy. Jedi are not supposed to use force excessively."

She pats your chest. " Well you taught me that without mistakes we don't learn. And you also taught me that we are never finished learning Master."

When she smiles up at you, it is shaky. But you can tell that she's doing her best to put on a brave face for you. "Well youngling, perhaps you are right."

After many minutes of walking you make it to what can only be described as a manhole cover. "Master?" Dove says before you climb, "Wouldn't it be better for me to walk?"

"You cannot keep pace with me at a run." You say, forgetting that Dove wouldn't speak unless she has thought through her words like other younglings.

"But you carrying a child draws much more attention." She points out, "The smugglers believed I was an illegitemate child. Perhaps we should play into that image."

As you think over her proposal you peek out the manhole cover. The street is quiet, as you are slgithyl early for a place like The Smokin' Fox to have begun operations. This suits you well, as you can either find Iso Salya with nobody around, or plan an ambush for her arrival. "Master?"

> We will remain as we are. I would rather have you close should we flee.

> There is wisdom in your words.

> Do not wander. I cannot protect you if I cannot see you.

> I am not comfortable pretending to have broken my vows youngling. You should not suggest such things rashly.

> Write-In

>>3855243

Sorry for the delay. Not been feeling too great.

>>3855244
No worries QM. So far so good, dont force yourself tho

>>3855243
>Remain as we are
Easier fleeing and maneuverability. I dont really see the gain in pretending shes our illegitimate child.

>>3855243
>there is wisdo in your words

>>3855243

> slgithyl


For fuck sake, I guess I can spot where my phone went.

>>3855243
>>There is wisdom in your words

>>3855264
I think the advantage is that Jedi don’t have kids, so people are less likely to look at us and think “maybe that’s a Jedi on the run.”

>>3855243
>> Do not wander. I cannot protect you if I cannot see you.

>>3855317
Ah that makes sense. i was thinking in the context that people knew he was a jedi like the smugglers did.

>>3855401
>>3855383
>>3855317
>>3855268
>>3855264

Calling it for the child's plan. With a dash of warning her about need to run quickly and not to wander off.

>>3855401
>>3855383
>>3855317
>>3855268
>>3855264

"Now you know not to wander off." You warn as you begin undoing the many straps of the harness you rigged.

"I know."

"And I can't protect you if I can't see you."

"I know." She repeats.

"And if anything happens you come straight to me. We're faster if I carry you."

"I know." She asserts.

You rub at the spot between your eyes as you try to relax. Be one with the force, do not drown yourself in indecision. Clarity.

"There is wisdom in your words young one. I shall hide my saber in my sleeve and try to alter my robes slightly." You smile when she puffs up with pride. "I somehow doubt anyone down here will recognise a youngling's training garb. So your plan should be fine so long as my disguise holds up."

You hear a little exclaimed "Yess!" Under Dove's breath while you work. And it is hard not to chuckle imagining her pumping her fist. Pride is not to the teachings, but any distraction from your circumstances cannot hurt.

Once you both climb up the ladder into the street, your young charge wraps her bony fingers around yours in a facsimilie of a little girl walking with her father. Her burned face turns and swivels to stare at all the lights and sights of a world she never experienced.

The bouncers of the Smokin' Fox have marked you both walking toward the place. One is a Karkarodon, an amphibious species who are strong and ferocious. The other oddly enough is a lithe Gungan. Native to naboo; the species are renowned as fishermen and dancers rather than warriors of any kind.

While this place is rundown, it does enough business that the gungan bouncer has a blaster rifle pointed at the ground. The other, barks at your approach; "We aren't open yet furball."

The gungan sighs and adds, "And wesa not allowing kids in."

Dove narrows her eyes at being called a kid.

> I have business with Iso Salya

> You want to let me in

> The Cereans sent me. The old one with one arm.

> I do not have time to bribe you. Move or be moved.

> Write-In

>>3855525
>> The Cereans sent me. The old one with one arm.

>>3855525
>> The Cereans sent me. The old one with one arm.

>>3855525
> The Cereans sent me. The old one with one arm.

>>3855525
>The Cereans sent me. The old one with one arm.

>>3855525
Btw OP, in case you need odds for 3d20. https://anydice.com/program/38

>>3856476
>https://anydice.com/program/38
>>3856317
>>3855592
>>3855581
>>3855546

Roll me diplomacy

3d20

Pass: 32

Crit: 41

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3856757

>>3856757

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3856757

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3856757
Roll!

>>3856924
>>3856874
>>3856797
>>3856759

Oof, miss by two.

5 +17 + 8

Will write when I get free.

>>3856924
>>3856874
>>3856797
>>3856759

"The Cereans sent me. The old one who is missing an arm." You subtly shift Dove to stand behind you.

"Grizz sent you?" The Karkarodon says, scratching at his gills.

"He did not exchange names. Simply took my credits and told me my pilot would be here." The lie does not seem too be landing home, the snout of the shark creature twitches left to right and the Gungan's skin pulls taut as his equivalent to adrenaline floods his system.

They don't buy it.

> Strike first, (Unarmed/Saber?)

> Wait for them to request you to leave. Try to bribe them.

> Leave when they rebuke you.

> Mind Trick?

> Write-In

>>3857434
>mind trick
>you want to help these refuges.

>>3857434
> Mind Trick

>>3857434
>> Mind Trick?

>>3858355
>>3858322
>>3857581

Pass: 25

Crit: 38

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3858394

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3858394

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3858394
Well shit

>>3858505
>>3858406
>>3858399

With a slight reach toward the force, you reach out to eh duo both physically and with your abilities, "We are but simple refugees."

The Gungan's eye stalks droop as he blinks, "Yousa just refugees."

The sharkman seems less convinced until you add, "Iso Salya is waiting for us."

"Iso Salya is waiting for you." He grunts, jamming his palm into a scanner by the door. As it opens he jerks his neckless head to the gungan who takes the lead.

Now with just on escort, the pair of you are taken through what you can only call a hedonist's paradise. Your elder eyes pick out spots where girls would dance, the telltale discoloured pathces of floor where bleach has been poured over blood. This place must be one of the seediest venues you have ever stepped into in your life.

"Ma- Gohl?" Dove asks quietly, "What are those?"

She points to the cages in the roof, one in every cardinal direction from the huge sphere that serves as the centrepiece from the whole venue. Strangely enough you see no ladders for the girls to enter of exit their stations. "Platforms."

"But who are they for? They look like cages." She continues as you pass beneath them, the black tiled dancefloor is being tended to by a dozen workers, of some furred race you don't recognise.

"Girls dance in them child." You say softly, wishing the stairs were much shorter.

"But why?" She presses.

"To entertain people." At this she tilts her head for a better view.

"But there's no room to dance properly up there. What are people here for?" You sigh and the gungan laughs.

Wishing for the patience of a master you try to shut this down before reaching the "I'll tell you when you are older."

"But I want to know now!" She whines.

>>3858567

>>3858567

You simply stop moving and give her a look, trying to will the words into her head. Begging her to remember her teachings. It seems like she vaguely understands, but to drive it home you add; "Not. Right. Now."

There's a small connection between you and just for a second you feel the confusion combinaiton of fear, excitment and curiosity of a girl being taken from the temple to a brighter and larger world for the first time. Depsite the circumstances, your inquisitive pupil wants to do nothing more than run off and see all the things.

The connection fades and you feel a tinge of worry. That level of adventuroousness is dangerous in this situation.

"Iso, yousa have cusotmers! Grizz took-ah your credits again!" Despite not being near the door you can hear the crash of something being thrown at a wall. The gungan shrugs, "Theysa have bad terms. Was married."

"Sometimes those we used to love hurt us the most." You say with an answering shrug. The door opens and you are gently shoved into the room by the guard.

Stepping into an office more suited to a holovid private eye, you are greeted by the sight of your ace pilot totally nude. The wall sized window behind her desk frames her muted orange skin with all the colours of the undercity. You spot gunships doing patrol runs, a couple of fires and the telltale afterburners of deployed arc troopers in the part of your brain primed for combat and battle.


One of Iso's hands pinches her nose while the other rests on a hip. The jedi part of your brain notes she is suffering, perhaps in dire financial need from the state of her little backroom. However the male part of your brain is remembering every detail of her firm skin and the way her facial hide frames a beautiful face.

The two sides of your brain tussle at the sight of Iso, with the jedi part subdueing your old instincts in a hurry.

> Cover Dove's eyes and avert your own.

> Ask her if there is a problem.

> Greet her politely. Apologise for not knowing Grizz was a conman

> Stand silently

> Write-In

>>3858572
>cover doves eyes avert your own
>greet her politely

>>3858572
>> Cover Dove's eyes and avert your own.
>> Greet her politely.

>>3858572
>cover doves eyes avert your own
>greet her politely

>>3858572
>Greet her politely. Apologise for not knowing Grizz was a conman

>>3858598
>>3858591
>>3858579
>>3858574

After the second or so of gawking, you manage to cover Dove's eyes and avert your own. But not quite before she opens her mouth and says, "That woman is naked!"

You try not to laugh, but despite your hastily suffocated reaction; Iso Salya is laughing. "Sorry about that kid, I could have never imagined I was getting company this early."

"But isn't that against the rules Gohl?" Dove asks, turning her head toward you even though you're covering her eyes.

"Well-"

"Oh you two must be from the uppercity." Iso chuckles, fabric rustling all over while you intesnely scrutinize the cieling. "Bringing a kid to a titty bar... Without even giving her a blaster?"

"I get a blaster!?" Dove gasps.

"No." You respond. "And I had no idea what the Smokin' Fox was."

Now that things had normalised you introduce yourselves, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person Iso. I am Gohl and this is Dove. We apologise for not noticing Grizz playing us for fools."

"Don't worry about it. I'll break his legs and get my credits back after we get you to where you're going." She then adds, "Alright I'm dressed."

Turning your attention to her and freeing Dove from your paw's clutches; you realise that she is only bearing a few inches less hide than she was before. In the back of your mind, you think that dressed is an overstatement.

"Wow, you look so cool." Dove says.

"Thanks kid, your martial arts stuff is pretty sick too." Iso gives Dove a wide smile. "And that braid? I wish I had longer hair, this is all we can grow really."

> Let Dove continue leading the conversation

> Admonish Dove for being so casual with the businesswoman

> Warn Iso about the incoming republic crackdown on smugglers

> Inform Iso you need to leave urgently.

>>3858755
>> Let Dove continue leading the conversation

>let dove continue leading thr conversation.

>in a lull mention the incoming republic crackdown.

>>3858755
>Let Dove continue leading the conversation

At my fiancees so update will be afternoon or evening Sunday UK time.

>>3858755
>Let Dove continue leading the conversation

>>3860163
>>3858800
>>3858784
>>3858759

Deciding that a good rappor is beneficial, you simply take a metaphorical step back and allow Dove to be the little ray of sunshine she is. "Nuh uh, hair like that's cool. You can do stuff like cut designs into them."

Iso just cock her head at Dove, "And why would I do that?"

"It's what I would do, I just figured everyone wanted it." She responds rather matter of factly.

"Well some of us would like hair like a Palliduvan. Those long braids and not having to shave all the bits we like short? Yes please!" She gives Dove a warm smile, "But I think we should start talking business."

You hold up a hand, "If you wouldn't mind. As nice as it is to see a friendly face, I do bring some dire warning. The Republic will be cracking down on smugglers and cimrinals soon. Since-"

"Since they outlawed the jedi, they need to go after anyone they think could aid jedi escaping." Iso finishes. "Figures."

"Yet it doesn't look like you're planning to leave." You ask suspciously.

"Well, I do have to break Grizz's legs and find a buyer for this place before I go." She sits on the edge of her desk, "Plus, I keep most of my belongings on the ship."

"Then what's-"

"All the junk?" Iso interrupts again, "Old food, scrap, parts. Basically everything I don't need is in this room. I don't really spend much time on Corscuant."

> Well I can assure you Grizz will be dealt with imminently. The Republic know of his operation.

> Maybe you should cut your losses with The Fox. Or sell to one of those two gentlemen out front

> So, should we set up camp in your ship? Or...

> What should we do?

> Write-In

>>3854040
If this was a question, then You're looking for Jon Antilles.

>>3860259
>> Well I can assure you Grizz will be dealt with imminently. The Republic know of his operation.

>>3860268

Wiki'd him after you saying it.

Looks like he was a pretty cool dude.

>>3860259
>Well I can assure you Grizz will be dealt with imminently. The Republic know of his operation.

Going to write after I finish Warhammer.

Fell asleep after warhammer. Just finished work and got to go out. Will update after if I don't fal asleep.

>>3861966
>>3860863
>>3860565
>>3860276
>>3860268

"Well rest assured that Grizz's punishment is imminent. The Republic know of his operations in the upper city."

Iso stops, her body language subtly shifting. While she adjust you notice her hand moving slightly closer to her back. "And how do you know that?"

"Because..." You make a show of looking uncertain, "I was a Corsec administrative assistant. It is how I found out about him. And he sent me to you."

"You're telling me that the law is on it's way to Grizz?" She leans forward.

"That's why we are in such a state. We had to beat them to him." It's tempting to put the force behind your words, but something tells you Iso's guard is too high for such tricks to work right now.

"Yah the clones almost caught us a bunch of times." Dove says. "We had to hide and get me patched up." She juts her chin out, revealing the blaster burn like it was a favourite toy or cherished pet. "See?"

That seems to reassure Iso, both of you moving hands away from concealed weapons almost in unison. Hopefully your action is more subtle than hers, as the last thing you need is suspicion. "If the republic are going to take down the Cereans, Grizz'll squeal. I think I need to bail just as much as you two now."

"Oh, we're sorry." Dove says, "But at least we gave you warning, right?"

Iso Salya walks around her desk, staring out the window at Corsuscant. Somewhere in the distance you see gunships rapidly converging on one location. While your pilot thinks, you are more concerned with hoping against reason that it isn't one of your surviving compatriots. "Let me grab my things and make a call."

> And then you were at her private docking bay

> You hung out in the bar while waiting

> Meditation time

> Try to find help for Dove's burn

> Write-In

>>3862314
>> Meditation time

>>3862314
>Meditation time

>>3862314
>Eavesdrop on the call if possible
> Meditation time

>>3862314
>Try to find help for Dove's burn

>>3862534
>>3862526
>>3862524
>>3862365

With everything settled you sit against the wall, trying to appear as if you have passed out from exhaustion. Maintaining your disguise is the most important thing, so making your meditation obvious is a fool's move. You briefly wonder if you should be trying to seek more treatment for Dove's blaster burn, but in a club you don't really think there'd e anything to the strength you'd need.

So you focus on the energy that connects all life, the lifeblood of the universe. Like a raging stream you feel it, incredibly disturbed and lashing out. It carries you, from this time and far from your current body.

Iso and Dove are ahead of you, a pair of clones either injured or dead. The pilot has a blaster pistol in hand and is barking instructions to Dove, at the end of the walkway you see a ship with it's ramp lowered for you to board.

Arc troopers land and begin firing, explosives arcing to detonate in front of you. Dove stumbles, and Iso turns back to bodily hurl the girl pver her shoulders; training saber falling to the void below the planet city itself.

Your pilot manages to put a blaster bolt through the skull of the first clone to reach you before retreating up the ramp. With your audience gone you are able to ignite your saber and purouette into the remaining arc troopers; downing all three.

And then the force roils and writhes, as if trying to free itself from your grip. Everything fades, the crystal clear clarity you had been enjoying disappears behind a veil of pain. Fear, fear and anger. So much fear that you are sure your physical hackles rise despite the deep meditation.

A gunship wheels around as you reach the ramp, it's weapons primed. On it's side, the proud icon of the 501st. In the vision you have a decision and do not hesitate.

Instead of boarding with Dove and Iso, you ignite your saber and walk back down the walkway. A slight push with the force closes the ramp behind you, despite Dove's tantrum. And you face him, the traitor.

With a clash of blue and green. You buy the time for Dove to escape.

You die.

"Master Gohl." Dove hisses. Shaking you, "Gohl. Master!"

As you wake, you

> Make peace that you will save Dove

> Swear this vision will not come to pass

||This is a large decision. Essentially who we will play as after the prologue is decided by this choice.||

>>3863039
>> Make peace that you will save Dove

>>3863039
>> Make peace that you will save Dove

>>3863039
> Swear this vision will not come to pass
A jedi knight plagued by his past? Count me in.
Largely because I don't want to play another padawan/student of the force.

But knowing anons, given a choice of a teen female protagonist it will be a non-decision.

>>3863039
>> Swear this vision will not come to pass

>>3863039
>Swear this vision will not come to pass

>>3863053
I agree. Itll be more fun to flesh this guy out and see what becomes of him.

>>3863152
>>3863138
>>3863058
>>3863053
>>3863049
>>3863040

Looking into the eyes of your young charge, the concern in her body language radiates off you. At this distance, you can even smell the fear pheromones form her. "I'm alright." You reassure her.

"You better be." She scolds, trying to turn the whole thing into a joke. "Iso hung up her call next door we don't have much time."

As you pull yourself together and make sure your saber is still stashed away, you vow that the vision you witnessed will not come to pass. You are getting off of Coruscant with Dove.

No matter what it takes.

The doors to the Smokin Fox' main room opens, letting in clahing beats of different musics. Electro and Tribal mixed in with an almost operatic vocalist all begin infesting your ears and the room itself. "Okay passengers, I have good news and I have bad news!" Iso announces, fists on her hips and smiling a little too wide.

> What is the good news

> What is the bad news

> I have a bad feeling about this.

> Write-In

>>3863447
>> What is the bad news

>>3863447
>> I have a bad feeling about this.

We have archived the thread by the way.

I'll probably continue this at least in the short term.
You can also join my main discord QTNG here:
https://discord.gg/N2EmEtP

And my main quest, Starborn, here:
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>>3863447
>I have a bad feeling about this.

>>3863473
>>3863774
>>3863461

"I have a bad feeling about this." You sagely declare as Iso walks around her desk and pulls a blaster and other device from beneath her desk.

"Here." She says, tossing the blaster rifle to you. Without hesitation you catch it, shepherding Dove next to Iso. With a casual smile she flips the desk and clicks the strange circular device she fished out.

It begins beeping, a blue light flashing. Seemingly satisfied by whatever the device is doing, she draws two blaster pistols and sinks to her haunches. Leaving you standing alone above the metaphorical parapets. "Y'know, you probably want to crouch."

You do so, holding your blaster rifle a little bit closer to how it should. "What's going on?"

"Well, my speeder is coming." She says, "So we won't be here much longer."

Dove is the one who broaches the more pressing concern, "Why are we hiding behind the desk."

"Because two AT-TEs just started offloading troops across the street. Guns are pointed squarely at the building." This is said the same way she might tell Dove that there's fresh juice being served. "So, we're going to leave out the back."

"So you have a back door or something we can run to. Why are we hunkering down then?" You try to hide your displeasure, by the frustration is on your tongue and written across your face.

"That's the back door" She juts a thumb to the window.

"We're going to jump!" Dove says in excitement.

"We're going to jump." You say drily at the same time.

"We're going to jump." Iso replies to you both with a grin, turning her attention towards the door. You hope it's your imagination, but you think she added the word "hopefully." at the end.

An explosion goes off downstairs and you hear the screams and cries of alarm of the guests downstairs. Seemingly thousands of voices crying out at once.

Soon they will be here.

> Reveal yourself as a jedi. Break the window and jump down with them both now.

>Check your blaster, you have never fired one before after all.

> Call Iso crazy.

> Try to reassure Dove

> Write-In

>>3864377
> Reveal yourself as a jedi. Break the window and jump down with them both now.
Oh well. Speed is of import right now, be gone with pretenses and just do it. Talk later.

>>3864377
>> Reveal yourself as a jedi. Break the window and jump down with them both now.
we hid being a jedi from the pilot in the vision, lets not do that

>>3864377
>> Reveal yourself as a jedi. Break the window and jump down with them both now.

crazy long day, update tomorrow.

>>3864480
>>3864422
>>3864387

Iso's plan makes you hesitate, long enough for you to hear the telltale footsteps of Clone trooper boots pounding their way up the stairs toward you. And you decide you are done with subtlety. A simple shrug of your shoulders sends the thick brown robe you're wearing to the ground in a bundle revealing the jedi garb beenath.

With a flick of the wrist your lightsaber jumps into your hand and ignites in a line of piercing ice blue; the crystal within unique among the order and an icon of the legacy you had carved through the order. It was a sigil you wore with pride, as even masters had heard tale of the icy blue saber of Gohl.

Turning to Iso and dove. You toss your blaster rifle behind the desk before using the force to throw the makeshift barricade through the large window with an ear ringing shatter.

Dove puts a hand on her training saber, but oddly enough opts to pick up the blaster rifle. The cumbersome and inelegant weapon looks oversized and downright uncanny in her arms. But she heads to the window without you even asking, "I think we will skip holding our ground Iso." You say, having to shout over the howling winds of the undercity's artificial ravine.

She looks puzzled, "But the speeder isn't here!"

"Those walkers are here to shoot any vehicles down!" You inform, "Designed to penetrate Hellstorm Tank armour... We would be doomed in your speeder." With a gentle hand you guide her to the lip. Dove on one side, her on the other.

"We can't just jump!" She says, thinking you mad.

"Do not worry." You say, stepping out over the edge and dragging her with you. "I have you!"

> Roll 3d20.
> Pass 28
> Crit 40

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3866054
Here I go!

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3866054
Well this doesn't look good

>>3866094
>>3866097
F

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3866054

>>3866054
Dont worry we will hit the ground like a sack of bricks

>>3866094
>>3866097
>>3866116
This was a spectacular fail!

So bad that QM disappeared

>>3866094
>>3866097
>>3866102
>>3866116
>>3866219
>>3866461

Well, this will be fun to write this afternoon.

>>3866094
>>3866097
>>3866102
>>3866116
>>3866219
>>3866461

||Disclosure, not feeling 100% Updates may be not as good.||

As you fly through the air, you reach out with the force. You may not be the best duelist in the order, nor the most gifted in the use of the force. The two things you have always had over your compatriots in the temple is the unique crystal in your lightsaber and more importantly;

The incredible skill you have with telekinetic abilities. The three of you begin slowing, then stop atop the gulf between undercity streets. Dove giggles, having been involved in many lessons where you showed off this ability in the classroom; but Iso is a different story.

The pilot cried in excitement as you leapt, but then screamed in confused panic when you lowed and has not ceased screaming now that you've stopped. It makes it incredibly difficult to concentrate as you are slowly moving your group over the chasm. And then you hear something that shatters that concentration. "Blast that jedi!" Followed by a scream.

A glance over your shoulder shows that Iso managed to take the first clone out with a single shot to the leg; forcing him down into the near inifite drop below you. The crack in focus was enough to send you all plummeting behind him though, and it's only with an imprecise and mighty blast of the force that you manage to save your lives.

Like a crash of thunder, you all strike the other side of the chasm. The three of you slamming and bouncing into the ground as ragged heaps, everything is blurred for a second as you reach a hand toward Dove's form - and then all is black

> A rude awakening

> Recieve a message from far away

> Unexpected Aid

> It's Dove's time to shine

> Write-In

>>3866609
>> It's Dove's time to shine

>>3866609
>A rude awakening

So to clarify the "power level" of Gohl.

Pros
+ Quick, nimble, Sneaky
+ Can use claws if unarmed
+ Enhanced Senses
+ Prodigy in Force Telekinesis

Cons
- Can't take much damage
- Even worse than you'd expect with blasters
- Average duelist without hit and run
- Needs further guidance on "advanced" force techniques

I imagine more pros and cons might appear. But those are the ones that come to mind at first.

Dove

Pros
+ Raw power
+ About ready to become full padawan
+ Genius Level intellect

Cons
- Young
- Only has a training Saber
- Never left the temple
- Wounded
- Too brave for her own good.

>>3866609
>> A rude awakening

And I am currently weighing options of what lightsaber form gohl would use as I could make a case for multiple of them suiting him.

>>3866654
>>3866641
>>3866635

Tremors in the dark.

Your whiskers twitch and tell you that you're facedown on conrete. But your body feels the reverberations of another huge impact and it stirs you into consicousness. While pulling yourself to a knee, you pull your saber to you with the force and look around.

And there it is, an all terrain tactical enforcer. Sprayed with decals picked up form multiple battles; Genosis, Mygeto and of course; Corsucant.

You know of this walker and it's crew. It was deployed squarely beneath Chancellor Palpatine's residensce as the anchor point of the last line of defence. This vehicle was a bulwark against the seperatists, one which shot down droid fighters by the score.

And it's main gun is turning towards you. Igniting your saber, you face is down, baring your fangs as you hope that Dove has at least managed to get free of the imminent clash. Stepping forward, the force begins flowing through you and reinvigorating you.

Spring returns to your step, your vision clears, the pain dulls. While you are not at the peak of your powers, you are far from beaten. Against this behemoth and it's cunning commander though, you will need absolute focus. One mistep may be your last.

> Go for the legs

> Bait out a shot to dodge and try to lift it

> Get beneath it and cut your way inside

> Time to climb a tank

> Write-In

>>3866874
>> Bait out a shot to dodge and try to lift it

>>3866874
>Write-In
>Use the force to bend the gun barrels

>>3866874
Support>>3867031

>>3866874
Looking at a cross section of one looks like our best bet is to go after the driver and spotter then the main gun. If this thing is carrying troops, going inside would be a mess and if we dont leave immediately after disabling it were screwed.
Also this>>3867031

>>3867107
>>3867094
>>3867031
>>3866883

3d20.
+3 for a write in bonus!

Pass: 30

Crit: 37

Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3867126

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3867126
The pain train has no brakes.

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3867126

>>3867156
>>3867141
>>3867138

41. That is a crit by my maths.

Gohl ain't fucking around.

>>3867156
>>3867141
>>3867138

Stepping forward, you advance upon the All Terrain Tactical Enforcer without a shred of fear or doubt in your mind. The six legged battle tank's mass driver begins swining on your position, only to be stopped at the merest gesture.

With the sounds of screaming and shrieking metal you grasp the tin can with the full weight of the force; stopping it's operations dead. In this moment you are empty, while the clones inside begin to fill with fear at the malfunctions.

It is not hard to picture the power dying in the troop carrier portion of their vehicle, the red emergency lights springing into life while sirens warn them of the pressure limits being reached and then exceeded.

~~~~

Once Iso is safely stowed behind the speeder that appeared from nowhere. You run out determined to get your master to safety, the large thumping and metallic noises must mean the clones are here. So you have little choice but to do your best; as he would for you.

Reaching for your practice saber, you try to urgently recall your limited knowledge of combat forms while sprinting around the corner. As you skid to a halt, your mouth actually falls open.

The AT-TE begins to crush and warp as it rises up into the sky, Gohl's eyes closed as his mangling and mastery over the tank's form causes the magnetic feet to be torn from the rest of the legs. Explosions begin to cascade through the power banks and ammunition stores of the vehicle, one sending the Mass Driver gunner flying through the air.

Gohl looks relaxed, almost serene as he immerses himself in the force more than you have witnessed any but the Masters of the Jedi council accomplish. And it almost causes you to let out a cheer of pure relief when he discards the crumpled mass of metal into the undercity's ravine.

But something drws your attention to the gunner who escaped the fate of his comrades, off to the side of your master. The clone's armour is marked with four yellow stripes and old cracks in the shape of spiderwebs add texture to his old scarred armour. He draws a vibroblade in the style of the ancient Mandalorians and readies to attack Gohl.

> Draw Saber and engage!

> Shoot him with Iso's Blaster rifle!

> Uh, force things!

> Warn Gohl!

> Write-In

>>3867416
>Draw Saber and engage!

>>3867416
>Warn Gohl and force trip the trooper

Gonna blame the typos on being sick and lack of sleep.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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>>3867493
+1

>>3867416
ayyyy AT-TE commander quest...shame about what's going to happen to crusader though

>>3867493
Supporting

>>3867416
>> Uh, force things!

>>3867416
>The AT-TE begins to crush and warp as it rises up into the sky, Gohl's eyes closed as his mangling and mastery over the tank's form causes the magnetic feet to be torn from the rest of the legs. Explosions begin to cascade through the power banks and ammunition stores of the vehicle, one sending the Mass Driver gunner flying through the air.
Suddenly not at all surprised with Gohl crashing those cereans! That was freaking spectacular.

Is he the same race as the feline companion in KOTOR?

> Uh, force things!
Yes, trip him up. Lets not leave a clone launched into undercity to his death on Dove's conscience.

>>3867582
RIP crusader. I really miss that quest

>>3868009

He is a Noorian.

I don't remember the companion race in KOTOR.

>>3867416
>> Shoot him with Iso's Blaster rifle!

Dove is a youngling, her practice saber can't even get through his armour and she has almost no force skill.

>>3868139
>>3868017
>>3868009
>>3867979
>>3867704
>>3867493
>>3867466

Sounds like we're going for force trip.

3d20

+2 for this write in bonus!

Pass: 38

Crit: 50

Rolled 6 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3868182

Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3868182

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3868182

>>3868210
>>3868189
>>3868183

18 + 8 + 18. That's a pass but no crit.

>>3868211
Shes doin her best

>>3868210
>>3868189
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>>3868220

The clone trooper builds up speed, swaying unsteadily. Underneath that armour he must be a mess, since you've heard those troopers can take the pain of five humans! They're the best soldiers of the galaxy and one is intent on stabbing your master in a last desperate attack, you have to do something.

Your saber wouldn't pierce armour, so you desperately try to think of something you could do from a distance. If you hadn't left Iso's blaster rifle with her you oculd maybe line up a shot; but all you have is the force.

And you pale in comparison to Gohl in that area.

But it's all you can do! so you have to try. You just have to focus, reach deep within yourself and tug on the strings that connect you to all living things.

"Drop into the pool, feel the water around you..." You mutter while reaching a hand toward the clone. "The force is everywhere. Everything you do ripples out to everything that lives."

The mantra works and you feel yourself connecting to the nebuous pool of energy in your mind and soul. The uncontrollable nothingness that you've shirked from and had to be trained to trust. "Send out a splash and watch the ripples." You instruct yourself, clearly seeing the trooper's legs yanked away from him through your shut eyes.

Through the force you also feel those looking out from shuttered and broken windows witnessing your master's feat, feel the pain of Iso's cracked rib and also the millions of tiny lifeforms who's world is no bigger than the sole of your sandal going about their life.

~~~

"Woah." Dove says, yanking your attention to the trooper she had just incapacitated, without hesitation you simply lift him into the air and slam him down. His amrour shatters and the man slips into unconsciousness from an overload of pain.

After scanning the surrounding area for any incoming reinforcements you take Doe's hand and look in her eyes.

> Now is not the time. There will be time Youngling, come back to me.

> Excellent work Youngling.

> Do not throw yourself so recklessly into the force. You are not ready!

> Are you okay? Is Iso okay?

> Write-In

>>3868290
>> Are you okay? Is Iso okay?

>>3868290
>> Excellent work Youngling.

>>3868298
>>3868302
Can we do both?

>>3868290
>excellent work youngling

>>3868311

Basically this is deciding whether Gohl would be more concerned with his party; or praising Dove.

Can throw in a bit of the other; but the winning vote will be the main thrust of the next conversation.

>>3868318
I like the encouragement option. It would help Dove's confidence in her abilities, as hard times are upon them and she will have to learn to depend upon herself first and foremost.

>>3868290
>Excellent work youngling
She should be encouraged to use her powers when necessary rather than fear them and hesitate in a critical moment.

>>3868414
>>3868344
>>3868313
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>>3868298

You place both hands on Dove's shoulders. "Excellent work youngling." Grinning, you pause for just a moment to place your forehead against hers.

"I did it." She says, a little surprised. "I had to because-"

"I know. It's okay." Rising to your full height, you offer a hand to her. "From now on, you will have to know how to defend yourself." She looks at you with uncertainty and your whiskers twitch at the gesture, "You proved you are capable of using your abilities wisely and well. You will make a fine jedi."

She beams, but your touching moment is interrupted by Iso. "But you both make lousy fugitives." It's obvious she is struggling, clutching her torso while bleeding from countless small cuts on her arms. "Get in the speeder."

You and Dove scarper across the street to the speeder in the alleyway. Inside Iso has jammed that strange device she used to call it into the controls and has begun firing it up. "This looks like no model speeder I've seen." You say strapping Dove in with what looks to be high orbit multi G piloting harnesses.

"Because It's not!" iso shouts over the engines as the increase in pitch. To your sensitive ears, it feels as if someone is slowly pouring boiling water over your head. "I made it myself!"

Dove is on the ball to start strapping in your harness, noting your disocmfort. "It's okay Master! It's just noise!"

"Sit back and relax kitty! We'll be there before you know it!" The speeder begins rising into the air, above the local buildings. It feels as if your brain is rattling around in your skull, a thousand vibroblades being slid under your skin, snapping your claws and teeth like twigs. The vibration, the noise, the disorientation... These engines should be strapped to fighters not-

"HERE WE GOOOOO!" Iso whoops. The Kel Dor seemingly thriving on the situation despite her wounds. Simply hitting a button launches the speeder into the almost empty traffic lanes of Corsucant.

Were you not in atmosphere, you would suspect you had entered hyperspace without a Huldar seal.

> Corsucant Anti Air attempts to shoot you down

> Corsec interceptors chase you

> Gunships are forming blockades on all ports

>>3868976
>> Corsec interceptors chase you

>>3868976
>> Corsucant Anti Air attempts to shoot you down

>>3868976
>Gunships are forming blockades on all ports

>>3868989
Supporting

Was modding a 24 hour charity stream. Will write soon.

>>3869926
>>3869612
>>3869118
>>3868989

Peeling off from the packe dpedestrian roads, Corsec interceptors pick up your trail and spin around oncoming traffic in a bid to enter your slipstream.

As you focus on keeping your ears from vibrating off of your head, you shut your eyes over and try to connect to the force. It's so different pulling these kind of g forces in amtopshere and aorund countless over speeders and civillian public transit systems. By retreating into the force, you are all too aware of the fear of onlookers in the nearby vehicles, those inside the buildings that you weave between. Chaos reigns behind you as cars part for the Corsec hunters and swerve or crash in response to your breakneck helter skelter pursuit.

~~~

You remember your training, trying to reign in your emotions. Master Goh;s highly tuned Noorian senses seem to eb struggling being this glose to unshielded jet engines and seeing him like this evokes strange feelings in you; but it's so cool seeing all the trickery Iso is capable of with her simple manual inputs. It's like the operating area of one of those old crane games that Master Fisto snuck into the training dormitories, but this one sends you spiralling and diving between the upper and lower traffic lanes like an Aiwha.

Those are grateful creatures, but right now the speeder is like some kind of flying predator urgently seeking prey. the way you slither between the unsspecting and startled onlookers leaves oyu no doubt that you'll make it off this planet.

> Iso we have two; no three behind us!

> Fail to contain your excitement.

> Try shooting at them with Iso's Blaster rifle?

> Ask Gohl what you should do

> Write-In

>>3870951
>Iso we have two; no three behind us!

>>3870951
>> Fail to contain your excitement.

>>3870951
>> Iso we have two; no three behind us!

>>3870951
>Iso we have two; no three behind us!

>>3871958
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>>3871623
>>3870961

"Iso! We have two beh- three behind us now!" You shout, trying to contain your excitement and focus on what's important. "What do we do?"

"What do we do?" Iso shouts back, spinning the whole speeder around in a tight mauever to squeeze under a display which seemed to come from nowhere. "You guys just enjoy the ride a sI-" At that she killed the engine and pointed the nose of the vehicle straight down; turning your speeder into a flying bullet of motion to a rapidy plummeting red streak. "Will handle the flying!" She says, as you hear a combination of corsec interceptors speeding past overhead and unfortunately, one crashing into the sign.

The sudden change in direction and velocity threatens to take the last of your latest meal form your stomach as your limbs all begin to feel weightless and almost detached from you. Despite your earlier exctiement, this neck snapping display of piloting and staring down at the molten core of Coruscant rising to meet you takes all the bravado from you.

Iso is slowly counting, "OneKharasinda. Two kharasinda. Three Kharasinda."

"Just pull up already!" You beg, looking at your master's fur and expecting it to change from orange to white.

"Four kharasinda..."

"ISOOO!" You shout, banging your fists on the back of her seat.

On the count of five she guns the jet engines back into life, beads of sweat racing down your head. Your people are not meant for the heat, a fact that of course only Gohl could have warned her about. So while you begin cruising along so deep in Coruscant that the under city is many many miles overhead, it is difficult to breathe, concentrate or do anything but suffer alongside your mentor.

> Skip to Iso's ship

> Iso makes small talk

> Iso has serious questions

> Are... those creatures living in the lava?

> Write-In

>>3872433
>Skip to Iso's ship

>>3872433
Thank Iso for getting us out alive

>>3872433
>> Are... those creatures living in the lava?

>>3872433
>Are... those creatures living in the lava?

>>3872433
>> Skip to Iso's ship

Yo QM life update; my brain is doing the bad thoughts.

Haven't slept in two days, but managed to drag my ass out to football. So got some excercise. Will hopefully improve soon.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3873352
>>3873057
>>3873028
>>3872806

Rolling for what we'll go for.

1 - LAVA

2 - SKIP

>>3873352
>>3873057
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>>3873028
>>3872806

By the time you reach the landing pad, Iso seems to be running low on adrenaline to push through her cracked ribs. Her showmanship has massively gone down and you start to hear little gasps and see involuntary little clenches on her hands.

The majority of your ride is spent sightseeing, including taking notice of some odd creatures that you will have to ask Master Gohl about sometime.

But instead, the speeder touches down on a platform slick with rain. It seems that in the evening has turned dark, with sections of the city now aflame or blacked out. You do not know enough of the planet or the district which houses the Jedi Temple, but everytime you experienced the power cut the masters put you all in panic rooms; so this can't be good for all the civillians.

Iso's ship is odd. Quite unlike the small fighters that jedi use, it is bulky and almost pyramid in shape, with thrusters all along the huge flat surface you are helping both of the adults toward. From here you can see that each corner of it seems to have a pair of huge blasters, probably controlled from within.

Your master seems to be mostly coming out of his sensory overload induced disorientation. And when he looks around he starts sending ripples in the force through you, you sense fear in him. But not just in him; you sense it coming toward you from the direction you all arrived from in a much greater intensity.

"Iso, they're coming." Gohl says, freeing himself of your support. Using the force, he levitates you both onto the ship. "We need to be airborne; now!" It's the first time you've heard him sound like he isn't in control fo a situation. As you land on the ramp of the ship you can't help but feel fear at that.

> Master what's going on, who am I sensing?

> Well we'll defend Iso!

> Get in the ship and help Iso somehow?

> How do those big guns work Iso!?