Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=A%20Fragile%20BalanceHow to Play: https://pastebin.com/uFMZ1pgSResources: https://pastebin.com/KAmx2b3ZTwitter: https://twitter.com/AFB_QST>Thousands of years before the New Republic, the galaxy is split between the Old Republic and Sith Empire, who have maintained a fragile truce for nearly a decade. You are Leera Varrus, a young Zeltron man who graduated from the Sith academy on Korriban, and who now serves with the Imperial Reclamation Service. Your work takes you throughout the ill-explored region between Hutt Space and the Imperial Core. It is a job that was, until recently, performed by your Sith Master. He is now serving as a diplomat in the far reaches of the Outer Rim, leaving you to sink or swim.
>>2255377Korriban - home.At least it was, until you left it behind for something greater. As the shadowed Valley of the Dark Lords comes into view out the Fury's cockpit, you don't feel like a returning conqueror. Instead, you feel like someone in danger of being dragged back into the mire of warring acolytes and cruel teachers waiting below. But you remind yourself that it wasn't luck, or Lord Veredious' good graces that had plucked you out of there - you had stood out from the other students through your actions. One way or the other, you would have succeeded. The status you've achieved was the inevitable result of who you are.With a roar of landing jets you set down on one of the cliff-side landing pads beside the academy pyramid, a delicate task which takes you a bit longer than it should. You've become used to Hacna doing all the piloting, but this time left her on Voss with instructions to examine the Kyber crystals you gathered from Tion. There's a chance she might be able to figure out some creative use for them.By the time you land the Fury and walk down the lowered ship ramp, there's already a red-robed Imperial Guard waiting for you on the winding metal walkway connecting the pad to the pyramid. He - at least you assume there's a man beneath that finned helmet - greets you in customary silence, without so much as a nod before turning and leading you into the academy. The Imperial Guards directly serve the Emperor, at least in theory. With the Sith Empire's reclusive ruler having removed himself from the day-to-day running of things, even his hand-picked retinue has ended up under the command of one of the military Spheres. The Imperial Guards still hold onto some of their old behaviors, namely that complete refusal to show deference before anyone but the Emperor himself. Yet here they are, the elite of the elite, doing nothing that a Twi'lek slave couldn't accomplish with twenty minutes of training. Your own guards, when they are ready, will be put to better use.Do you go straight to see Lord Zhaho, and the holocron she hopefully still possesses? There are a few other instructors you remember well, but none you're jumping to speak to again.
>>2255380We could go visit our swordsmanship teacher whose name I forgot. He sort of liked us I think.New rules look good OP
>>2255380Let's visit our old instructor and also see the old master that helped us unveal Sebuk's tomb.
>>2255389Instead of just having a chat maybe he has some spare training equipment we could use with the Tionese. Idk. I can't think of any great reasons to visit anyone else since our background with them was pretty vague in the first thread.
>>2255380Lets go see the Map guy, Sword dude and the Lord Zhaho
>>2255380Let's go see Zhaho. We're a busy guy these days.it sort of drives me crazy how hard it is to pronounce star wars names, even just mentally as I read them
>>2255395And if nothing else we could ask for advice on either how to train them or who would best prepare them for their job
I can't decide if I'd prefer if Sebuk already took over Zhaho or if she was still just a holocron.
>>2255380Do we have any of the Tionese lightspears or did we just harvest all the crystals from them?
>>2255456Depends if Zhaho went completely crazy with Sebuk's knowledge or if Sebuk manage to trick Zhaho into doing a body possession ritual.
>>2255460>Do we have any of the Tionese lightspears or did we just harvest all the crystals from them?Just the crystals. I glossed over it quickly when you first met Sadon and took apart a spear, but they're just super-primitive lightsabers the construction of which your character took in at a glance. Not something worth taking back.
>>2255467Ah. I was just impressed that a small number of postapocalyptic tribal survivors were still able to replicate that technology.
>>2255380Instead of going straight to Lord Zhaho's office and whatever - or whoever - awaits you there, you make a slight detour at the central chamber of the academy, heading to Lord Ustay's office. He did help you and Tuija with little in the way of compensation for himself, and you're a bit curious how he's doing.It's a very brief visit. You find out from the man now occupying his office that Ustay passed away nearly half a year ago. You didn't know the old Sith well enough to be seriously struck by the news, but you do feel a bit defeated. Still, there are other teachers in this place you're familiar enough with to make a quick visit. You go to the temple's main training chamber, the very same stone room where you lost to Loman. That feels like a lifetime go.The dozens of initiates lined up within come from all over Imperial space, and are even more diverse in appearance than your own former classmates. Yet as they swing their practice sabers back and forth, engaging in the practice drills barked at them from the edge of the room, they couldn't look more alike. You step inside to spot Ukarme tracing his way through the lines of students, haunting the room like some ghastly spirit. Like Lord Ustay, he will almost certainly die here - but neither ever seemed to mind the station they've found in life.The thin, black-haired man spots you as he makes another turn, and lowers his hands from behind his back before approaching."Leera Varrus," he marvels, giving you a look over. Notably absent from the way he addresses you is any sort of honorific title, like 'Lord'. Non-Sith might address you as such as a show of respect, but you are not a Lord yet. There's nothing strange about that at your young age, but your low status cuts a sharp contrast with your position within the IRS. That state of affairs shouldn't bother you - after all, the job is the real power. The title is just a title. Nevertheless, you find your lip twitching whenever you're addressed by your given name.
>>2255592"Blademaster Ukarme." You extend your hand, giving his a firm shake. The eyes of the students are travel to the two of you, their interest and curiosity growing. Unlike the teachers, they aren't aware that you're only an apprentice. For all they know, you're a master here to scout out a potential apprentice of your own."Have you come for remedial training?" he asks, gesturing to an empty position at the end of one of the training lines.You force a polite laugh and shake your head. "I just happened to be in the sector and thought I'd visit."He wrinkles his lips and looks back at the frozen students, who quickly resume their repetitive strikes."Not to teach this Tuk'ata fodder?" he shouts back at them. "They could stand to see how real Sith fight." When he turns back to you, his expression turns doubtful. "But you're with the Reclamation Service, aren't you? Not many worthy opponents to be found in old tombs."Do you volunteer yourself for a demonstration? You could challenge Ukarme, a student, several students... Narrowly losing to Ukarme would be no great embarrassment, but losing to a student is another matter.
>>2255601Let's spar with Ukarme. We're best in one on one situations anyway.
>>2255604This. Our Juyo style sucks against multiple opponents. Maybe we'll learn something too.
>>2255601Lets fight Ukarme
Also assure him that we have not neglected our training with the blade
>>2255601"I suppose you're right," you admit. Though you did end up defeating Loman in just such a place. "I doubt *you* can find them *here*, either." you nod at the assembled students, and Ukarme's slight smile turns into a frown. "Maybe we could both use the practice."His smile returns, though it's a tense one, and he nods. "Maybe we could."With a quick turn he strides back towards the center of the room, taking two practice sabers from a pair of students before ordering them all to the edges of the room. The excited students do so quickly, eager to watch the duel preparing before their eyes. Ukarme stops and tosses you a saber, and you catch it, nearly thumbing the switch before stopping short."Let's keep these off," you say to him from across the arena that's been formed by the watchful students. "I wouldn't want you to have to continue instructing from the ground."Ukarme laughs. "And I wouldn't want you to fly back to Nal Hutta with one working arm."He knows full well that you don't make your home on that mud ball - but he's just goading you. You ignore the verbal jab, and ready yourself to deliver a very physical one of your own. Ukarme assumes his own ready stance with his left side facing you, his saber held in line with his chest and his left hand held in a loose fist. A duelist as experienced as Ukarme doesn't have preferred forms, which are merely a method of delineating training. But he does have a personal style, which you are vaguely familiar with from those rare occasions he paid personal attention to you. He likes to lure opponents in with false openings, then use his free hand and long reach to grapple and open *them* up for a strike of his own.What Ukarme *doesn't* handle well are forceful attacks meant to batter down his defenses, instead of slip through them.This duel will end in the customary manner - when one of you has delivered a blow that would seriously wound an opponent in a real fight, with real swords or lightsabers. A chop to his hand, a jab at his shoulder, a slash across the thigh - any of these will do.Be aware that should your attack fail, Ukarme will make use of the opening you give him. The greater a risk you take in your action, the greater the consequence if you fail. Going for a bold 'killing' blow right off the bat could have him ending this duel just as soon as it begins.What do you do?
>>2255660Go for a forceful thigh strike to limit his movement. The less he moves around the better our forceful and direct Juyo will work.
>>2255666I'd say go for a thigh strike but only to make him focus on guarding more than just his torso, arms, and head. If we roll well enough we could actually land a hit but otherwise we could open him up to other attacks.
>>2255666>>2255675I'll need a 3d10+2
Rolled 9, 9, 10 + 2 = 30 (3d10 + 2)>>2255684We're not using the unbalance/stun system right?
>>2255687Jesus fucking christ
>>2255687>We're not using the unbalance/stun system right?No, I simplified things (it's all in the pastebin/google docs). This system is more free-form, but might be too easy. We'll see how it goes.
Rolled 2, 5, 8 + 2 = 17 (3d10 + 2)>>2255684
>>2255687Holy shit...we just kicked his ass.
>>2255694I think it'd be hard to make a single roll system as opposed to a best of three system too challenging. Quests tend to have best of three. From what I've seen of the rules this seems solid though. We've managed to be really lucky with our rolls somehow though.
>>2255703*too easy, not too challening. I've been drinking, not gonna lie.
>>2255660You Succeeded with Style. You now fight with a lasting +1 to combat rolls, as well as another +1 for the next turn alone.You begin the duel by taking a few quick steps forward, then drawing your saber back and delivering a forceful jab at Ukarme's left thigh. It seems like an easy target, but you suspect it's bait - and you're right. The moment he sees where your blade is directed, he slides his left foot back and prepares to intercept your blow.But he isn't the only one who can think tactically in the heat of battle. You're already stopping short of a full lunge, and instead of stabbing at where his leg once was you bring your saber down on his, slamming both blades into the ground with yours on top. The move worked better than you could have hoped for. Ukarme grunts, eyes focused on the tangle of blades between you two. The blademaster is once again full of openings. Except this time, they're real.What do you do?
>>2255716He'll be expecting a strike to his torso or to his right arm/shoulder. Strike his left shoulder instead to rid him of his grappling ability.
>>2255716Use this chance to strike his right arm since we're already in the perfect position to do so. If necessary just slide our lightsaber along his to strike his right hand. He has no defense against this unless he deactivates and reactivates his saber.
Rolled 89 (1d100)>>2255716MUSK
>>2255722>>2255745Just to be clear, you're using metal sticks that are sometimes electrified (but not now, right now they're deactivated). I haven't described them since Part 1 so I can see why people forgot.
>>2255749For some reason I thought training sabers were basically lightsabers that couldn't really cut but just burned and bludgeoned. My bad. My vote still stands.
>>2255722>>2255745Oh and roll me 3d10
Rolled 6, 9, 6 = 21 (3d10)>>2255754No bonus?
>>2255757>No bonus?+4, but there's little point in rolling with it since the 4chan dice system adds that to the total and not to each individual roll.
>>2255757>10, 14, 10Hell yeah.
>>225576513, not 14. Apparently I'm shit at math.
>>2255716You have Ukarme trapped, and he knows it. But you're not enormously better off. The moment you lift your saber up to strike, Ukarme will make a move of his own - and he's undoubtedly gone through countless options in his mind in the few seconds you two have been straining against each other.With one last shove downwards to set him off-balance, you slide your saber up his blade hand and rest it on his wrist, still pressing down hard enough that he can't hope to dislodge you. At this close a melee, you can't gain enough momentum to deliver a convincing blow to his exposed chest, not without drawing back and exposing *yourself* to a counter-strike. But you don't need to. You stare Ukarme in the face until his gaze meets yours, and after a few moments realization sets in and he relaxes his arms."The duel is over," he shouts, both to you and the students. As the two of you disengage, he lowers his voice to a mere whisper. "You win."The students exchange confused glances, uncertain about what exactly happened. It was a very anticlimactic end to what was shaping up to be an interesting fight. But even if a duel begins with a flourish, it doesn't have to end that way. Your 'winning strike' was the sustained pressure you put on Ukarme's wrist. If you two were dueling with vibroswords, the force you applied would have sawed right through to bone after a few more seconds. If you had been using *lightsabers*, his hand would have ended up on the floor along with his weapon. Ukarme isn't magnanimous enough to explain your victory to his students, but he's at least honorable enough to see his defeat and admit it to you."Well fought, blademaster." You hand your saber to him, and he accepts it without comment or emotion.Should you leave him to his lessons and continue on to Lord Zhaho?
>>2255787Sure. Ask to see him when he's finished with his lessons for pointers on training others on how to fight force sensitive opponents.
>>2255787Yep let's bounce. I was hoping to gain something from this interaction but oh well. At least we learned an effective technique.
>>2255787Before leaving make a backhand comment about how we managed to improve thanks to his trainning or something like that. Then go visit Zhaho
>>2255787"I'd like to speak with you," you say to Ukarme. "Once you're finished with classes."His thin lips press together and his eyes narrow, as if he's trying to decide whether or not you're somehow mocking him."If you're willing to wait two hours, I'll have time in between sessions." He's very clearly not thrilled about the idea of having a conversation with a former student who just defeated him in front of his *current* students, but hopefully those two hours will soften him up some."That's fine," you say. "I'd like to go see Lord Zhaho while I'm here." Which is, in fact, the *only* reason you came all the way to Korriban from Hutt space. You're just wary to admit that - you hardly interacted with the woman as a student, so making a trip to see her would seem quite strange.Ukarme's expression stiffens. "Just be certain not to call her that," he cautions."Lord?" you say, a bit confused.He nods. "She insists on 'Lady' now. Throws a fit when someone addresses her otherwise."That's quite a reaction, assuming he's not exaggerating. It's not unusual for Sith women to prefer 'Lady' over 'Lord', though the latter is more commonly used. The thinking is that 'Lady' calls to mind soft noblewomen and not philosopher Kings. As for why the sudden change with Zhaho... you can venture a few guesses, one of which you hope to confirm.Leaving Ukarme to his instruction, you make your way back to the central chamber, go down another floor into the first of the pyramid's many sublevels, and come to 'Lady' Zhaho's office. You've attended her classes countless times during your years at the academy, but you've never actually been to her personal chambers. You knock on the metal door, and a few moments later the control panel beside the door lights up.
>>2255874"Yes?" comes a voice through the intercom."This is... Leera Varrus," you say into it, sounding a bit awkward. If this *is* Zhaho, you're not sure she'll even remember you. Your most significant interaction with her had been when you handed Sebuk's holocron over to her, and she had paid far more attention to the artifact than you."Ah," Zhaho says, her tone unreadable. "Come in."The door slides open, and you step into the office. It's a small room, made smaller by the clutter gathered around the desk at the center. Every square inch of wall space seems to be taken up by bookcases or random archaeological items. None of it looks very valuable, but the sheer variety is astounding. At the left side of the room stands Lady Zhaho, who is busy examining one of the potted Bloodflowers stuck between wooden bookshelves.She drops the black petal in her fingertips and turns to face you, a polite smile on her face. She looks much the same as you remember her, with a few distinct differences. Her dark brown hair is much longer, for one thing. It used to stop before her neckline, but now it hangs past her shoulders. She also now wears what you consider an excessive amount of jewelry. Two gold diamond-shaped earrings dangle from each ear, and three similarly-colored chokers are wrapped around her neck.What do you say?>Remember me? I was your favorite student.>Darth Sebuk? Is that you?>I was here on other business and thought I'd see what happened with that holocron. Did you ever get it to work?>Wildcard
>>2255874Can we inquire about training our newly gained body guards after our meeting? Or are we keeping it simple
>>2255877Yeah, once you go back to see Ukarme after Zhaho.
>>2255875>I was here on other business and thought I'd see what happened with that holocron. Did you ever get it to work?
>>2255875That's all for tonight
>>2255875>I was here on other business and thought I'd see what happened with that holocron. Did you ever get it to work?Might as well play it safe.
>>2255875>Remember me? I was your favorite student.Be cautious never know who might be hearing.
>>2255875>Remember me? I was your favorite student.
So I'm suspicious about Ustay's death so soon after we left. There's a decent chance that since we publicly recognized him for his help the Overseer redirected his hatred of us to Ustay and killed him for helping us. But he also might have just died of old age. Hard to say right now. But the real question is whether or not we actually care. I'm not sure I do.
>>2256696I don't think we'd care, he was some stuffy old man with boring lectures who was somewhat useful for a time.
>>2256696Most likely figured out so.ething about Sebuk's skull/holocron so she had to kill him.
>>2255875"Yes?" Zhaho says, staring at you expectantly from across her office. When she let you in it certainly sounded as if she remembers you, but the reception is not a warm one. She just stands there, face a blank except for her tight-lipped smile, waiting for you to say something."Lady Zhaho!" you beam, placing your palms on your chest. "It's Leera, your favorite student." You put a bit of embarrassment into the statement, as if you can't believe she's forgotten you so soon and are mortified to have to remind her.Roll me 3d10+1
Rolled 1, 8, 5 + 1 = 15 (3d10 + 1)>>2256915
Rolled 2, 3, 3 + 1 = 9 (3d10 + 1)>>2256915
Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d10)>>2256915Lets save this roll!
>>2256915For a few tense moments, Zhaho simply stares at you. Then, her eyes go wide, and she throws her arms outward as a bright smile crosses her face."Yes, yes, Leera! Of course!" She strides over to you, stopping a few feet short and looking you up and down. "What has it been... nearly a year now?""Almost," you respond. You're still not quite sure who you're talking to here. This doesn't *seem* like the Zhaho you know, but it could be that your feigned familiarity was simply convincing enough to get her to reciprocate. And you were never very familiar with the woman in the first place. Perhaps the jewelry and new hair style are simply signs of a mid-life crisis.You need some way to trip her up and make her drop the act - if there's indeed an act being put on here. Could you casually move the discussion to another topic, and trick her into revealing information only Sebuk would know?>"Remember that thing we said we'd do if I ever came back?">"Drop the act or I'll go to Harkun right now.">Get her talking about the holocron.>Player's Choice
>>2256968What was Zhahos field of expertise?
>>2256973>What was Zhahos field of expertise?>She is one the academy's many instructors whose portfolio encompasses general lessons in use of the Force, but you know that she has a personal interest in Sith artifacts--one that goes beyond practical considerations of the power they can grant.
>>2256968>Get her talking about the holocron.I just need a little more confirmation
>>2256968>Get her talking about the holocron.
Also we could call her Lord and see her response. If she doesn't address it she's just trying to avoid alerting us to the changes in her personality from Sebuk.
>>2256968Maybe we should test her see if she really is the same person after all.
>>2256989I really don't think this is Zhaho but I want to eliminate the tiny chance that it is. Her recent changes are too much to be a coincidence. But I also don't want to reveal that we intentionally gave Zhaho the holocron to help Sebuk to possess her if it didn't work. If it did work then we could make an ally out of Sebuk for doing so.
>>2256968You're not sure you know Zhaho *or* Sebuk well enough to box in either one in a conversation. You might as well simply ask about the matter of the artifact directly."I was curious if you were ever able to get that holocron to open up to you."Zhaho sighs and takes a few steps back to sit on the edge of her desk, wrapping her fingers around the edges and drumming them up and down."I'm afraid your hard work went to... well, not *waste*. But I was never able to get it to talk.""Do you still have it?" you ask. If Sebuk *is* still in there, you could at least verify that fact. After so long trapped in a storage room she'd probably be dying to talk to someone who is already aware of her presence.Zhaho gives a sad shake of the head. "I gave it to Darth Zash after informing her of my failure. Perhaps she will have succeed where I couldn't."Somehow, you doubt that. Darth Zash is a brilliant Sith who has dedicated her life to experiments in sorcery and alchemy, but even she won't get an answer if she's knocking on the door of an empty home."Well, that's too bad... Lord Zhaho."Her left eye twitches, and she gives a slight nod before looking idly around the room as she sighs with whatever display of false regret she's trying to sell you.Do you push further? You could offer Zhaho comfort by letting her know that Sebuk was clearly no one of power or influence.
>>2256993Tell her the jig is up, we know that Sebuk successfully took over. I just don't know what we could do with her. We could say she owes us a favor for enabling her to take over a sith lady. It's likely that it was even easier to influence her mind due to the more similar brain patterns, as they were both sith. And she's not being subtle about the change at all. Not to mention that Zhaho didn't even like us and never would have given away the artifact.
>>2256997This combined with the sudden title change makes sense and we are not one to be lied to. Blackmail is an option and maybe even having her as a contact on Korriban.
>>2256993Tell her that this is growing tiresome and ask to speak to her as Sebuk instead of this mediocre imitation of Zhaho. She has no reason to hide it from us, we're the reason she was able to get this body.
>>2256993>push furtherRustle her jimmies by mentioning what clearly nobody Sebuk was anyway>>2256997Not really sure what we could even gain from this, I am not sure Sebuk is any ally of value if they try to us down already
>>2257002I'm pretty sure she can't exactly leave her station here at the academy even if she wanted to. But it wouldn't hurt to have an ally here anyway. Maybe in the future she could groom a promising apprentice specifically for us when we eventually become a master.
What are we even trying to do here?
>>2257055We helped Sebuk come into contact with a suitable vessel to possess after we resisted the temptation to let her possess us. Now we're seeing the results of what we set in motion, partly out of curiosity and partly out of a vague hope that we'll gain either favors or training from an ancient Darth spirit.
>>2256993>tell her about our new job plundering old tombs and ask if she has any pointers to artifacts in need of reclamation.We may be able to help each other out.
>>2256993>tell her about our new job plundering old tombs and ask if she has any pointers to artifacts in need of reclamation.
>>2257074>>2257094We have to give every artifact we uncover to the Imperial Reclamation Service though.
>>2256993You're getting tired of this act. "Enough!" you say, in a half-shout, half-sigh that makes Zhaho jump in surprise."Enough what?" she shoots back, put on guard by your outburst."This act!" You give her a dismissive look over. "I know who you are. I'm not an idiot."Zhaho scoffs incredulously as she pushes up from her desk. "Who I am? What is that supposed to mean?""Sebuk!" you shoot back, gesturing at her face. "The hair, the jewelry... 'Lady' Zhaho."Her hostile glare slowly morphs into an amused smile. "So you think, what... that because I decided it was time for an image change, I've been possessed by some long-dead Sith of immense power and prestige?"You don't bother dignifying that with a response, and she snorts in amusement as she circles back around the desk."Quite a theory," she says as she sits in her high-backed chair. "Perhaps you could take it to Overseer Harkun? I'm sure he'd love to hear it."That's not an option, for a few reasons - all of them very compelling. For one, you're on Harkun's permanent shit list after killing Loman. Two, you were the one who handed the holocron over to Zhaho in the first place, putting her in this position... assuming she's still somewhere in the body sitting before you. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, it's simply insane. Holocrons don't contain full-fledged consciousnesses that invade the bodies of other beings. At least, they're not supposed to.And going to Darth Zash isn't an option, either. The woman is notoriously reclusive, and Harkun is her gatekeeper. Even when you were a student it would have been nearly impossible to get a face-to-face."Well?" Zhaho says, eyeing you expectantly. "Was there anything else?"She clearly has no interest in taking the risk of revealing herself with no benefit to doing so. Assuming this is truly Sebuk - and at this point, you're fairly certain it is - you'd like to get to the point where you can openly discuss the Old Sith Empire, which she would have first-hand knowledge of - knowledge that could be *very* valuable to your work. But even if you get her to talk, she's not going to part with valuable information out of the goodness of her heart.
>>2257096>We have to give every artifact we uncover to the Imperial Reclamation Service though.Only the ones they know you've found, like the ones they provide leads for. What they don't know can't hurt them.
>>2257102We could offer her some of the jewelry to get her to open up. Then propose an arrangement with her to recover ancient artifacts that she knows of to share with her in exchange for knowledge of the ancient sith empire. Plus I'm sure she's bored being an instructor here, this would be more interesting.
>>2257114Support this. she's more useful as an ally rather than an enemy.
>>2257102>Ask if she already developed a like for Zeltrons
>>2257102With my position and resources and your firsthand knowledge of the ancient sith we could form a partnership that is beneficial to both of us.I'd rather not just give away the jewelry since that's our only real wealth asset right now. Maybe give her some of it in exchange for our first solid lead on a good artifact.
>>2257102Pretty sure we're not interested in outing her to the higher ups here anywayMaybe offer to get some old shit of hers? Someone of her "immense power and prestige" won't have just left behind that one tomb
>>2257102>'So I can collect dust in another frigid vault?' She spits in disgust. 'I have too much to teach to just be... stuck away again!'Remind her of this. Imply that she's not doing anything worthwhile in this office, and compare it to what it was like in the tomb.
If she has any ancient sith sorcery expertise I'd really like to be trained in that too.
>>2257131>>2257134Both of these options are better actually.We get to preserve our resources all while convincing her of the benefit of dealing with us.
>>2257134ties in with>>2257136thisWe could have a flesh and blood Master secretly teaching us spooky witchy Sith magic
She can't really leave her post on this planet unless she's ordered to by the Empire right? Our ability to travel freely would be useful for her too if she worked with us.
>>2257134Well to be fair she is already teaching a bunch of students. But I guess she can't teach them anything too unique unless she wants to blow her cover.
>>2257157I agreeI imagine that she can find the time to at least mentor us in a few things. Luckily 'too much to teach' was vague enough for anything that OP can bring to mind. (even if it's just telling us the locations of ancient points of interest that we can explore to grow in power on our own)
But the important question is:Does Sebuk count as a GILF OR A MILF?
>>2257134This is actually good idea, plus we can offer an deal of using our "connections" to get her out of here if she opens up about her knowledge
>>2257102You stare at her for a few moments before cracking an uneasy smile and letting your head droop in mock shame. "I may have gotten ahead of myself," you say.She lets out a sharp breath of annoyance and folds her arms across her chest. "Just a little bit.""And I doubt someone who's been trapped in a tomb for a thousand years would want to possess you, anyway." You give a concerned look around her cluttered office. "She would have traded one prison for an even smaller one."Zhaho lets out an offended gasp - something that would be not at all surprising if this really is her."A *prison*?" she spits out. "I am a teacher at the most prestigious center of education in the Sith Empire!""Oh," you say. "So you can just leave whenever you want?"She doesn't respond. You and Zhaho both know that she can't abandon her position teaching at the academy. The Sphere of Knowledge wouldn't throw her in a prison cell or anything of that sort, but she would have burned her connections within the Sith Order and left herself jobless. As a practical matter, she's trapped."Why would I ever want to leave?" She's smiling, but it's a mean sort of smile - and there's a harsh edge to her voice. "I enjoy teaching." Sebuk herself told you as much before, but her expression says there's something behind her feigned contentment. You raise an eyebrow curiously. "You like the students here?"Her eye twitches, and her lips curl is a sneer as if she's smelled something unpleasant. "Limitless potential, each and every one of them.""Ah... and the teachers, too?"She lets out a barely-audible groan and heaves forward in her chair. "I'm privileged to be able to call them my peers."
>>2257215You watch for a few moments as Zhaho rocks back and forth in uncomfortable silence. She glares at you, clearly unhappy about the words you've drawn out of her."I serve with the Imperial Reclamation Service, you know. It's very interesting work." You walk to the edge of the room and look over one of the bookcases. Little stone figurines of people and animals are tucked in between the leather-bound books, presumably dug up from one of the tombs. Knick-knacks, not worth shipping off Korriban. "I was hoping to talk to that holocron." You flash a smile to Zhaho, who watches you carefully. "I know it's silly, but I thought maybe she and I could help each other.""How would you help a holocron?" she asks. Despite the way she phrased the question, it carries far more interest than doubt.You turn to her and shrug, folding your hands behind your back. "I could get it out of it's cage, for one thing."Zhaho purses her lips, her eyes narrowing as she leans further forward in her chair, before finally shooting upright and throwing her hands in the air."Very brilliant, you figured it *all* out!" she exclaims, rolling her eyes and storming over to you. "Are you a detective, too? Did the academy teach a course on that before I took over this woman's body?" She jabs a finger into your chest, delivering a sharp jolt of electricity that makes your muscles seize in pain."What the hell was that for?" you stammer as you stagger back."For giving me a life that's hit a dead end!" She continues advancing on you, trying to deliver another shock. You grab her wrist before she can connect, and throw her arm away from you.Well, you got her talking. How do you convince her to help you locate something of value?
>>2257217Say if I were to uncover ancient sith knowledge that only someone who lived in those times could know of, we could both make use of this knowledge to imrpove our station in the Empire. My freedom when combined with your knowledge could lead to promotion and therefore more freedom for you as well.
>>2257217>Oh knock it off sweetie, You didn't need to take it over. We can help each other out, I can go get it and if its what you say you can get the presitage too until you can leave. IN return we get taught stuff.
>>2257224I want to sass the fucking force ghost. Let me sass it.
>>2257222This works>>2257223Please no
>>2257217Not my fault you took the first best body that came along. Although I might be open to a....partnership of ideas. You scratch my back I scratch yours.
>>2257217This here: >>2257222Also bark back that she was trying to take our freedom by trying to posses us so she should have expected something far worse from us, but instead we gave her a new body and a chance to catch up to current events.
>>2257222Something along this line
>>2257231In theory the best body she could find was us...so. Yeah.
>>2257235I like this
>>2257217"You wanted to take over *my* body!" you shoot back at Sebuk, keeping your distance from the fuming woman. "Am I supposed to feel bad for you?" Actually, Tuija had been the first person offered such a deal. And judging by how she had carried the skull around with her when you two snuck up on Loman, Tuija had seriously considered accepting Sebuk's offer. You were a bit more hesitant.Sebuk glares daggers at you, though she's stopped chasing you around the room. "You were *supposed* to get me into someone that was going places."You certainly would have fit the bill nicely. Tuija too, wherever she is with the Imperial military."Maybe I still can," you say in your most diplomatic tone of voice. "Let's help each other."She scoffs and puts her hands on her hips. "What could you possibly do for me?""I could get you out of *here*," you offer. "Wouldn't you rather work somewhere with a bit more freedom? Say, the Reclamation Service?""Oh?" she says dryly. "And you have that sort of pull?"You don't - not directly, at least. But you do have the rough makings of a plan."Do you know what the Service does?" you ask her."They dig up trinkets for bookworms like this academy's instructor.""Yes," you reluctantly admit. "But some of what we find is of serious interest to high-level Lords. Even members of the Dark Council have been known to pay attention when someone digs up a holocron.""Is that so?" she says, her interest clearly piqued."You're old," you continue. "Absolutely ancient. You must know a lot about the Old Sith Empire. Things no one else knows." You walk closer to her as you speak, no longer fearing another jolt of electricity. "Say, the location of undiscovered tombs and ritual sites."A smirk spreads across her face. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't.""Well if you *did*, and you helped me find something big enough to draw the attention of someone important, I'm sure they'd be more than happy to transfer you out of here." It's the same move that had gotten you out of Korriban and into Veredious' service. If it worked once, it can work again.She lets out a derisive laugh. "And you would share the credit out of the kindness of your heart?"Why do you want to help Sebuk? Do you just think she's entertaining and would make for an interesting co-worker? Do you now see the truth in her past statement that no other Lord besides her can serve as an effective teacher to you? Are you specifically interested in her ability to transfer her consciousness into a willing host? That's quite the trick.
>>2257446You can also help me find things that the IRS isn't aware of. Meaning I don't have to turn it in to them. And if you wish to be a teacher I am very interested in the ancient sith techniques that you can't teach here without blowing your cover. Especially your little "holocron" trick.
>>2257446>Do you just think she's entertaining and would make for an interesting co-worker?Actually yeah that's pretty much why i want to help her.
She lived in the time when Sith shared information more freely and without the rule of two right?
>>2257446Veredious seemed to only train us in how to be an effective IRS employee. We need someone to help train us in the ways of the sith.
>>2257446Having a teacher such as her would greatly help actually increase our skill as a user of the force and possibly how to act as a sith lord.
>>2257466I think we're not in the time where the rule of two applies right now either.
>>2257446I'd say we see her as an unique teacher...she knows things noone else knows anymore
>>2257446I agree with the people who say we need a better teacher.
>>2257459This sounds nice.
>>2257446"No, not out of the kindness of my heart," you say. "I want you to teach me what you know." You'd also like her help finding items of value that the Reclamation Service won't have their eyes on - but you'll keep that reason to yourself for now. It wouldn't stroke her ego as much as desiring her knowledge would.Sebuk gives you a sly grin. "Is that Master of yours not working out to your liking?""I'm the one who's now in a position to help *you*, so I'd say it worked out very well." She's pushing your buttons, but she's also right on the mark. Veredious may have cleared your way up the societal ladder, but he hasn't been the most diligent of teachers. And now, not even a year into your apprenticeship, he's stationed clear across the galaxy."Yet here you are, begging for a new Master.""I'm not *begging* for anything, let alone a new Master. I'm just looking for some supplemental instruction.""'Supplemental instruction'." She gives a short laugh and traces a statically-charged finger down your chest. "You make it sound so risque."You move to shove her hand away again, but she's already pulling back and considering you with a critical eye. "I want to believe your offer is genuine, but I've been burned too many times by such guarantees." Her judgmental expression turns downcast. "People always said I was 'too trusting'. It's one of my few faults."You start to say something in argument, but just shake your head and decide to address her concerns seriously."What do you want me to do?" you say. "I need a location to check out, if you have one. Until then, I can't do anything to help either of us."She leans back on the edge of her desk, chewing her lip and mulling over your response. Then, she shoves off and strides back over to you with her hands held high."Let me take a peak in that head of yours," she says. "I want to see if you're lying to me."What do you do?
>>2257890Might as well agree. She has a brand new body, so she's not stealing ours anytime soon.
>>2257890Are we strong enough to resist her? If so there shouldn't be a problem
>>2257896She might want ours to be free rather than stuck on korriban
>>2257890And now you're asking me to be too trusting. I think we ought to build trust the old fashioned way. You have nothing to lose by giving me information that you can't use in your current situation and everything to gain.
>>2257890Fuck it go ahead.
>>2257896Except she hates her new body.
>>2257916>>2257898>>2257896How can you all be so dense, this is the same body snatching ghost we said no to last time.
>>2257923I said yes last time
>>2257923She just got done telling us how much she dislikes her new body, and oh I just want to get into your head for non- Sinister reasons
>>2257923I'm aware, but she's got a body now, so I don't think it's as risky. I think she's just more curious this time around. Unless any anons think they have a better way of gaining her trust, this is a decent option.
>>2257933Here's an option we don't use her because the risk of being body snatched is too high
>>2257938This is fair as well. We could always look for other options to gain power.
>>2257890No. You really think i would let a Darth get inside my head? Besides if i would have betrayed you i would have told Darth Zash about you already.
>>2257947This is actually a really solid argument. I wanna support this.
>>2257953Fun thing is that Zash is so old that Zebuk might have heard about her before.
>>2257947This is so much better than letting ourselves be vulnerable
>>2257890You back away from her, moving to the right side of the room. "Not a chance in hell," you say as she continues stalking you with hands held like claws. "Why would I be planning to betray you now? I could have told the Overseer about you anytime.""And I'd like to believe that!" she says enthusiastically. "I'm just an over-cautious sort." The two of you keep circling the room, until you find yourself behind Sebuk's desk with her between you and the door."You think I won't defend myself?" You edge your right hand towards the lightsaber at your waist, a movement Sebuk quickly takes notice of. She bends at the knees, and at first you think she's getting ready to dash around the desk. You prepare to run the opposite direction, but then she steps onto the desk and leaps at you in a flutter of black robes and a jingle of earrings.Roll me 3d10+1 to grapple with her.
Rolled 3, 5, 8 + 1 = 17 (3d10 + 1)>>2257988haha fuck
Rolled 6, 1, 7 + 1 = 15 (3d10 + 1)>>2257988
>>2257988You are still accepting only the first roll right?
Rolled 8, 10, 10 + 1 = 29 (3d10 + 1)>>2257988lewd
>>2258018Dam what a nice roll.>>2258020Cool just checking.
>>2257988Sebuk hits you head-on, and her fingertips touch your temples for a fraction of a second before you wrap your arms in hers and hug her tightly enough that she can't move. The contact was impossibly brief, but in that moment you had felt her trying to gain access to your mind - like a living electric current snaking its way between the folds of your brain."Let me go," she hisses. She thrashes in your grip, but even with her Force-enhanced strength she can't hope to break free. You're no weakling in the Force either, and you're also twice her size. Realizing this, Sebuk whips her head back and brings her forehead crashing into your chin. You sputter in pain, nearly losing your grip on her before you manage to grab her and slam her down chest-first on the desk in front of you. Before she can rise again you lean your forearm on her upper back, putting her in an even worse position than before."You're not taking a walk through my brain," you bark at her.Jaw clenched tight and teeth bared, she twists her head to the side to look up at you. "How can I trust you if I don't know your deepest secrets?" she says.You could offer to let her escort you to the location of whichever relic she has in mind, unless you have some better idea. Even academy teachers get time off.
>>2258037Letting her escort us seems like a pretty sensible option.
>>2258037Sure, let's take a trip.
>>2258037>The same could be said to you, How about using some time off and we both go to one of the sights.
>>2258047Support.We might as well be safe around her and show some authority.
>>2258055I don't think we should present ourselves as above her if we want to learn from her. She is a darth after all. I'm not saying we should act like her apprentice or anything but we shouldn't act like we're in charge either.
>>2258037Let's go on a date in the sith way. By pludging into ancient tombs!
>>2258037"Come along, then." You lift yourself up from her back slightly, though you're careful not to give her too much room for movement. "We'll find whatever you have in mind, and you can deliver it to Dromund Kaas with me."She glares up at you in anger, but even she has to recognize the reasonableness of your offer."How do I know you won't betray me?" she asks.You flash her the same smug smirk she's been giving you since you walked in here. "Are you saying I could overpower *you*? Darth Sebuk?"Her orange eyes flash hot and deadly, and she shakes against the desk. "Of course not!""Well, then. I think--"Your words are cut short by the door to Sebuk's office opening. A young man stands in the doorway, his eyes wide and pointed at the awkward sight before him. Sebuk - or Zhaho, as he knows her - with her chest on the desk and her buttocks in the air. And you, looming over her with your forearm dug into her back. He hurriedly backs out, and the door automatically closes a few silent seconds later."Get *off* of me," Sebuk snaps. For the first time, she seems genuinely embarrassed. It's comforting to know that there are real emotions somewhere inside her, and not just cold manipulation. You slowly back away from her, allowing her to stand up from the desk while you stand ready for another surprise attack."Fine," she says, working out the kinks in the arm you bent behind her back. "We will go together."You're a bit surprised at how quickly her mind changed. "When?"She slumps into her chair and looks back at you. "When I can get *time off*," she snaps. "I will contact you."Is there anything you want to do here before you return to Ukarme?
>>2258120Lmao no I think we're ready
>>2258120Sounds good. Have fun dealing with those rumors. Or maybe that could be our excuse for our little vacation.
>>2258120Wew lad, There are gonna be some rumors after that. Lets go learn some shit from the swordsmen in terms of training adn head out.
>>2258120Jobs done here. Also guess some rumours are bound to spread soon.Also:>Her orange eyes flash hot and deadly, and she shakes against the desk.That was...interesting
This quest inspired me to rewatch the movies, starting with the prequels. Jar Jar was just introduced. This is all your fault Hurt. It's good to have some lighthearted fun in this quest with Sebuk. I guess attempted forced mind reading is about as lighthearted as a Sith quest should get.
>>2258166>attempted forced mind reading That's basicaly the sith equivalebt for reaching the second base.
Does R4-K4 actually communicate and have limited free will or does it do only what we say? It hasn't communicated with us yet but I feel like that's be hard to convey with writing anyway.
>>2258196I've been writing under the assumption that it's got 0 personality, but is intelligent enough to follow verbal orders along the lines of "Go back to that terminal we passed 5 minutes ago and slice it."
>>2258209I've always liked droids with personality. It could be fun if it developed one over time. But it doesn't matter that much really.
>>2258209I feel like some level of personality is what differentiates droids from any other machine in the star wars universe
HK-47 was the best KOTOR character. Prove me wrong.
>>2258229They have a personality core, it could just be ours doesn't have one.
>>2258233>not Visas Marrfucking pleb. miraluka waifu when?
>>2258240That's KOTOR 2 anon. I believe anon is refearing to the first KOTOR game.
>>2258240Arent those guys extinct?
>>2258244Wasn't HK in KOTOR 2? It might have been in both.
>>2258247Yeah she was the sole survivor of her planet. Damn. I need to replay those games. I still can't believe there hasn't been a sequel. That shitty MMO doesn't count.
>>2258249HK 47 is in both kotors
>>2258240Handmaiden was my waifu of choice. Echani>Miraluka every time.
>>2258274>Handmaiden was my waifu of choice. Echani>Miraluka every time.t. Kreia
>>2258274>Not superior force force waifuI bet you never got a force job
>>2258277Didn't banging Visas too early kill you? It's been so long but I have a vague memory of that. Hard pass. No thanks.
>>2258120You excuse yourself from Sebuk's office and make your way back to the training hall, where Ukarme is still conducting lessons. Your talk with Sebuk may have been interesting, but it didn't actually take very long. Leaning up against one of the shadowed walls, you pass the time by losing yourself in the repetitive saber strikes of the lined-up students. Sometimes it's tempting to think that you haven't improved much in your own swordsmanship, but watching these initiates dispels any such notions.You were once like them - only capable of adhering to rigid forms. Ukarme had seemed untouchable. The other teachers had seemed so wise. You had been a little fish in an endless ocean, desperately trying to navigate the raging currents of life in search of... something. Power?You are driven, but you struggle to put into words what drives you. The lightsaber crystal at your waist had been forged from boundless anger, directed at everyone and everything - even yourself. But that's not a reason to act, or a problem to be solved. That's just pure emotion.There are many things you want, but not one of them is an end goal. Knowledge, skill, prestige, wealth - these are all tools to be wielded in pursuit of something else, just like your anger. As your eyes travel across the students who have now split up into pairs of dueling partners, your gaze falls on the center of the room, where you had once knelt after your initial defeat by Loman.There, you had recited the Sith Code. Sebuk's incorporeal form had chastised you, saying that you hadn't even managed to turn your passion into strength - and she had been right. There were faults in your understanding of the Code, and you rectified them.A year later, you have gained power through strength, and the way seems clear - but you cannot see where the road ends. Through power you will gain victory, and through victory your chains will be broken.You know what those chains look like. Shame, fear, love - but you cannot imagine the freedom that comes after. Freedom to do what? To float unmoored in a vacuum, free of any attachments whatsoever? It seems more akin to oblivion than paradise.Why do you want power?>You don't know yet. But power is a currency that can be spent anywhere on anything. No matter where you go in life, it's a resource that is worth gathering.>Fear of losing it. You came from nothing, and you could easily turn back into nothing if you let contentment creep in.>Autonomy. The strong do what they will, and the weak suffer what they must. You will not suffer for another's benefit.>You trust in the Sith Code. This vague unease you feel is just another test on the long, winding path to freedom. The Code brought you this far, and you will let it take you to the end.>Write-In
>>2258289>Autonomy. The strong do what they will, and the weak suffer what they must. You will not suffer for another's benefit.
>>2258289>You don't know yet. But power is a currency that can be spent anywhere on anything. No matter where you go in life, it's a resource that is worth gathering.
>>2258289>Autonomy. The strong do what they will, and the weak suffer what they must. You will not suffer for another's benefit.Power without autonomy is someone else's power and not your own.
>>2258289>>You don't know yet. But power is a currency that can be spent anywhere on anything. No matter where you go in life, it's a resource that is worth gathering.
>>2258289That's all for tonight
>>2258289>>Autonomy. The strong do what they will, and the weak suffer what they must. You will not suffer for another's benefit.
>>Autonomy. The strong do what they will, and the weak suffer what they must. You will not suffer for another's benefit.
Should we train our guards in melee or teach them to use blasters?
>>2258289>You trust in the Sith Code. This vague unease you feel is just another test on the long, winding path to freedom. The Code brought you this far, and you will let it take you to the end.I think we are unimaginative enough for this, and it's true. Also two of the other options are different expressions of fear. Fear of impotence and fear of being controlled.
I feel like everyone just chose anger because they wanted a red lightsaber. Our anger is pretty well controlled.
>>2259201A unfocused anger makes us no different from a rabid animal.
>>2259205Yeah I totally agree. I just don't think we're very angry for a sith so a different emotion would have been more appropriate
>>2258648I would see to it that they had the ability to use blasters effectively but since they already have experience with melee fighting we the best option would be to train them in their preferred style.
>>2259213If we find another crystal later on we can possibly change it?
>>2259390So how are we actually gonna use them? Are we gonna bring them with us whenever we're on a IRS mission or just on hostile planets?We need to cash in that jewelry to properly outfit them with weapons and armor. I'd like to get some armor at some point before the wars breaks out too.
>>2259479I say bring then only intohistile planets. Also most of the time brigging non-force sensitives to Sith rruins always ends badly.
>>2259505I also think if there is some way to train them to resist mental force influence we should.
How do you picture the Tionese guards roles? We haven't really seen them fight much but here's what I picture.Amaza seems very stealthy and quick. If she knew anything about the outside world she could be a decent assassin. Maybe she could be a long ranged specialist with the right training.Jevan is the one we know the least about. Doesn't seem too smart but is loyal and seems strong. Probably a good melee fighter.Kalyan is strong, tactical, and intelligent. If she were more loyal and a better leader she could compete with Sadon's spot.Sadon is clearly the most loyal to us and the best leader. We've still hardly seen him fight but if he was able to beat all of the others then he must be very skilled. Seems less intelligent than Kalyan.
Also what should our guard unit be named? The Tionese Guard is pretty mediocre
>>2259201Well you're wrong, go read the comments again.
OP you've spoiled us with your daily sessions and now I'm hooked and I need my fix. You better take responsibility, senpai
>>2259772This.I'm addicted now. You can't cut me off now.
>>2258289You're not sure what sort of 'freedom' the Sith Code promises, but you can clearly see the freedom that your own power has brought you. Freedom from dependence on others, or submission to them. Neither the slave nor the master is *truly* free, but you would rather wear cuff-links than shackles.A sharp clap of hands rings throughout the training room, and you snap out of your thoughts to notice Ukarme standing at the center of the students now quietly leaving. You wait for the shuffling lines of initiates to pass, and emerge from the shadows as Ukarme turns to face you. Then, you explain what you came to ask him."Jedi killers?" he scoffs."Surely someone out there has trained people for such a purpose."Ukarme gives a thin-lipped frown. "Only Sith can hunt Jedi." He holds a lecturing finger between the two of you. "Only *we* have nurtured the hatred required to do so."He might have had a point, if the Jedi hadn't been embroiled in so many galaxy-spanning wars and minor conflicts over the past few centuries. The Mandalorian Wars are the first to come to mind. The intervention of the Revanchists had turned certain victory against the Republic into a crushing defeat that the Mandalorians have yet to recover from. That old shame was half the reason they had aligned with the invading Sith Empire some 28 years ago."What about the Sith, then? Did we ever teach non-Force sensitives to hunt Jedi?"He shakes his head. "A waste of time."
>>2260281"But Revan's schismatics did exactly that."Ukarme raises an eyebrow, surprised by your extensive knowledge of history. Or perhaps he's wondering why you're so interested in this topic."Only because they had so *few* fallen Jedi of their own," he responds. Ukarme might be right - but only from the point of view of what training is economical for the Sith Empire as a whole. Your interest in this topic is directed at those four warriors you plucked off of Tion. But you'd rather keep the specifics to yourself, for no other reason than modesty. Telling Ukarme that you'd like to train a group of savages to go toe-to-toe with Jedi seems a bit... far-fetched."Did they train the Jedi Hunters themselves?""They did," he says, before considering his words and adding, "Along with specialized training from the Echani. One of the few people in this galaxy whose bladework can match that of the Sith and Jedi."You're taken aback by the vaguely respectful tone Ukarme uses to speak about them. That alone is enough to grab your attention. "They're mercenaries?""They're a species," he corrects you. "Near-human. Pale as ghosts."You have to keep from cracking a smile at Ukarme commenting on someone else's lack of color. The man looks like a sun-bleached skeleton left out in the Korriban sun."That's very interesting." You give a thoughtful nod. "I'll have to do some reading on these 'Echani'." It's not just a polite aside - that sounds like just the sort of skill to have drilled into your new guards. Assuming, of course, that this vaunted Echani battle prowess is a *skill*, and not an inherent racial trait.Is there anything else you want to ask Ukarme or do on Korriban? Or is it time to head back to Voss?
>>2260284Thank him for the information. Let's get back home.
>>2260284Time to go. Let's see if any IRS assignments just happen to be on an Echani planet.
>>2260284We can go, there is no one we would want to meet here and no leads to any tombs
>>2260284Thank him while also insulting him, then leave.
Did we ever get Hacna a tutor for Basic? I think we forgot all about it. Oh well. I'd rather she spent that time messing with the crystals.
>>2260284Just thank him and go home we did what we wanted and needed to do. Now we look into this Echani.
>>2260307She is messing with the crystals at least that was what Hurt had posted as her task. But then again see how long she took to make R4-K4.
>>2260284Lets head out and get a proper jedi killer for our body guards. a Mandalorian.
>>2260338We'd need to waste millions of credits on the armor tho
>>2260354For besk'ar armor? Nah, Dursteel and coritis weave
>>2260465Why use credits in normal armour? Just buy then a personal energy shield.
I bet we would benefit from echani training as well.
>>2260488To bad they seem to be sided with the republic.
>>2260485And then the lightsaber cuts straight through your shield
>>2260284You say your farewell to Ukarme, who comments that you're no longer the middling duelist who had been defeated so handily by Loman. It's a compliment by anyone's judgment, but the reminder of your defeat bothers you enough to leave Ukarme with the musing that all it took to improve was being out of his classes for a year.After that you depart Korriban, and a few days later arrive on Voss in the dead of night, which makes for an eerie drive through the capital city. The bronzed roofs are nearly invisible without the warm sun shining down on them, and the conservative Voss make a habit of not leaving lights on unnecessarily. A few sparsely-spread crystal lamps light your way through the winding streets, and the servant in the pilot's seat of your cruiser manages to reach home without colliding with one of the darkened building facades.As per your orders to Olub'cree, no one is there to greet you. It's late enough that you don't particularly feel like enduring Sadon's inevitable questions about your time on Korriban. It had only been a day into your return journey when you received a call from your head servant - an unusual event, which you took for a sign of a major problem having developed back home. One of the Tionese killing Minn-Jarol, or something of that sort. Instead, Olub'cree had patiently asked you to give Sadon verbal assurance that you were alright. From what Olub'cree told you after he got the commlink back in hand, Sadon had become uncontrollable to the point where Olub'cree simply had to bother you with this.You let out a low laugh at the memory as you walk through the many rooms connecting the manor's entryway and your bedroom. In true Voss fashion, the servants have switched nearly all the lights off, and you allow the Force to guide you safely through the maze of shin-level wood tables and rugs thick enough to trip a Varactyl.Roll me 3d10+1.
>>2260490Maybe we could use Thyrsians as a fallback. >>2260516dice+3d10+1
Rolled 3, 5, 8 + 1 = 17 (3d10 + 1)>>2260516>>2260521well that's embarrassing
Rolled 5, 3, 4 + 1 = 13 (3d10 + 1)>>2260516
Rolled 5, 6, 1 + 1 = 13 (3d10 + 1)>>2260516
>>2260516You move into the dining area, a high-ceilinged room with a long wooden table running down the center surrounded by many low-backed wicker chairs. Your brow furrows as you continue on, but there's no emotion attached to the wary expression you feel forming on your face. For a few confusing seconds, you have no idea what has set your heart pounding.Then, your hand snatches your lightsaber from your belt, and in that instant you know something is wrong. You ignite the red blade, spinning this way and that to search out the source of whatever has sent adrenaline pumping through your veins.Then, you spot him. A blue-skinned Chiss man, seated at the far end of the dining table, his elbows propped up on the wooden surface. His blood-red eyes meet your lightsaber, and he leans back in the chair, still keeping his hands where you can see them. Lightsaber pointed at him you approach cautiously, angling in from the side until you can get a good look at him. He's wearing the buttoned gray uniform of Imperial Intelligence."I have a doorbell," you remark, still keeping your weapon trained on him."I thought you would appreciate the discretion of a private interview." His voice is deep and steady, and his chiseled face betrays not a single hint of unease. "Would you like to sit down?" The Chiss gestures at a chair a few seats away from his own.What do you do?
>>2260574I'd prefer to stand
>>2260574Have a seat then. this guys is probably gonna question us about the coup
>>2260574Remain standing, ask him what he wants.Can we try to see if we can sense anything/anyone else that might be present?
>>2260574Also get our light saber out of his face
>>2260574I think I'll stand. Go on then, what do you want?
>>2260600Oh shit my vote didnt go through? I'm for standing as well
>>2260581actually it might just be about how we were on the hutt's ship when it disintegrated
>>2260609Or he's here to tell us to do our good.
>>2260613That definitely wouldn't be something Imperial Intelligence cares about
>>2260574>deactivate your ligthsaberYou know just a little advice. Doing this kind of stuff with other Sith would get you choked to death or worst.Also i prefere to stand.
>>2260643He knows that, he just doesn't respect us.
So are skills improved by training in that field or do we just get to allocate one at certain milestones regardless of what we trained in-quest?
>>2260657Skills are freely allocated, but Aspects are story-dependent. The latter are bonuses to specific/situational rolls - like the bonus to single-target physicality rolls you got because people chose to use Juyo over and over.My rationale is that the skillpoints assigned after time-skips represent what you spent your idle time improving in.
>>2260574You draw your lightsaber away from his face and switch it off."I've been sitting all day," you say. "I'll stand." Keeping one eye trained on the Chiss, you go to the wall and flick on the overhead lamps. The alien's appearance is no less unnerving in full lighting. His hair is as deep a blue as his skin, though slightly darker. His eyes, which before looked to be one seamless shade of crimson, do in fact have irises and pupils. If you were not already familiar with his species, you would think he were a man with the galaxy's worst cases of both colloidal silver poisoning and pink eye."I assume you know why I'm here," the man says as you walk back over to the table.You smirk at the entry-level interrogation tactics. It's the sort of thing even an intelligent child wouldn't fall for."No, but *I* assume you're going to tell me," you shoot back. Now that his torso is no longer wreathed in shadow, you notice the rank plaque affixed to his chest. There are a few things that tells you, besides the fact that he's a mere Cipher - a lowly Imperial Agent. It tells you he's making a show of who he works for. No Imperial operative travels around in full dress to make house calls. He's trying to intimidate you - and doing a poor job of it."The Kwee-Kunee," the Chiss says. "I'd like to know what happened."You give him your best tired frown, an expression you don't have to fake given the late hour. "I recommend you start by reading the report my Master filed with the Reclamation Service.""I read the report. But there are some... discrepancies.""Oh?" You raise an eyebrow curiously as you lean your hands on the chair in front of you. "And you want me to clear them up?""That would be the preferred outcome, yes." He folds his hands on the table, then points two joined fingers at you. "The report said that a Jedi escaped with item number 1313."
>>2260691You nod. "That's right.""But you don't know what the item was?"You fix him with an impatient glare. "As I'm sure the report said, I was never told what the item was.""You never asked your Master what you were risking your life for?""Bothering Sith with unnecessary questions is a *greater* risk to one's life," you say pointedly. "So, no. I didn't ask."He nods slowly, glancing off to the side as if processing some new information. But you told him nothing new - just the story you and your Master had gone over countless times."There was a discrepancy?" you say, growing tired of this Agent sitting in your dining room. His gaze snaps back to you, and his mouth opens as if you've just reminded him what he came here for."Just one small thing," he says with a slight tilt of his head. "The Jedi you fought never escaped. She died on the Kwee-Kunee. From some... *curious* looking wounds. Almost like blaster holes, but narrower - and far better cauterized."At that, your blood runs cold. If they found her body among the floating wreckage, those telltale wounds would point right to you and Veredious. And that would raise many questions about *why* you two had lied about the events that unfolded aboard the Hutt's ship.You narrow your eyes and steady your voice as you address him. "If you have something to ask, then ask it.""Alright," the Chiss says, shifting his body in his chair to face you fully. "I would like to know why Lord Veredious stole from a Hutt, killed a Jedi, and then lied about it."What do you say?
>>2260694And I would like to know why your wasting my time, you've read the report and I have nothing more to add.
>>2260694If you want to know why my Master may have done something then I suppose you ought to ask my Master.
>>2260694"The Jedi escaped. There is an indefinite number of things that could have happened afterwards."I suggest we play dumb. If they have more evidence, then we will deal with it. Right now, there's nothing damning us besides speculation.
>>2260694As you can must already know the one that stole something was the jedi. She pierced the Hutt with a strange ligthsaber then ran off with whatever was the 1313 item. The Kwee-Kunee, was pulled out of hyperspace and was destroying itself due to the pull. Besides if you found her body she must have the item with her or she was caugth by some debris while trying to run away.
>>2260694Maybe she tripped over and impaled herself?This >>2260694
>>2260715Of yes, ask after the item. Like>oh you have recovered the item, the IRS will be pleased.
>>2260706>>2260711>>2260714Should we try to bait him by asking if she was holding her ligthsaber? So we can check if they really found her body? Then if he say yes we know they didn't found nothing.
>>2260715I feel like this is saying too much. The less we say the better.
>>2260694Lets say this instead. I think you're fishing. You must have failed to recover the artifact even after finding her and now you're trying to deflect blame onto someone else.
>>2260694In the report, did we mention that we pursued? We could also say that we DID fight with her, but yet she still escaped. That could deflect things a little with regards to her wounds.>>2260724He did mention 'holes'. Our Master stabbed her once, right? Our attack was a slash at her chest. If they have found the body then they'd know there was only one 'hole'. But I suppose it could just be a lazy manner of speaking on the Chiss' part.
>>2260759>In the report, did we mention that we pursued? We could also say that we DID fight with her, but yet she still escaped. That could deflect things a little with regards to her woundsSupport this we need to have them off our back at least for a short while.
>>2260759He might be saying holes because he thinks we somehow were involved with our master in the plan.But i guess he's just fishing as other anons said.
>>2260694You swallow hard, and when you open your mouth to speak your voice is trembling. "You say she was found with lightsaber wounds?"The Chiss nods, his expression still unreadable."Maybe she tripped and impaled herself on her way out?" you say with a slight smile, your tone suddenly smooth and confident. "That's my working theory, anyway." The Chiss had made a fatal mistake in his questioning of you - he had referenced 'holes' in the Jedi caused by a weapon. The only piercing wounds the Jedi has suffered was a *single* thrust through her chest. The others were mere glancing blows and superficial burns.The agent frowns and looks as if he's about to speak, but you stop him with a harsh glare. "If you have some reason to suspect wrongdoing beyond wild speculation, say so." Again he tries to speak, but you hold up a hand. "And if Imperial Intelligence has questions about my *Master's* actions, they should ask *him*."You pause, letting your declaration sink in. This time, the Chiss does not respond."Or..." you trail off, doing your best to appear thoughtful. "Does Imperial Intelligence not have questions *at all*? Are you here on your own?"No response. For the first time, you spot the barest hint of frustration break the agent's stony facade. You've hit the mark. He was trying to blind you to the truth by making a big show of sneaking into your home at night in full uniform - but all he's doing is throwing darts at a board in the dark. With a deep breath in he puts his knuckles on the table and pushes himself to his feet."Is that it?" you wonder. "Is the interrogation over?"He shoots you a single glance with those strange red eyes before smoothing out his uniform and walking past you to the manor's entryway."I want your name, Agent!" you call after him.Stopping at the threshold of the dining room, he turns back to face you, his face half-wreathed in shadow."Cipher Nine, Mr. Varrus." He gives a short tip of the head, too shallow to be called a bow. With that final verbal barb he leaves, and a short time later you hear the front door open, then close.You need to decide what level of concern this merits. Cipher Nine was clearly here with no backing from his superiors, but if he keeps digging he might find something to take to the higher-ups within the Intelligence service.>Send a message to Veredious informing him of what happened. You can do so with simple language that doesn't hint at any wrongdoing on you or your Master's part - just in case the message is intercepted.>It's time to get ahead of this. Find someone at a high level within Imperial Intelligence to come clean to. Just because your Master goes down doesn't mean you have to.>Do nothing for now. You have enough plausible deniability that you feel comfortable letting this play out. When events progress further, there may be a way to gain from it.>Player's Choice
>>2260801>Send a message to Veredious informing him of what happened. You can do so with simple language that doesn't hint at any wrongdoing on you or your Master's part - just in case the message is intercepted.We should keep our master abreast of the situation.
>>2260801>Send a message to Veredious informing him of what happened. You can do so with simple language that doesn't hint at any wrongdoing on you or your Master's part - just in case the message is intercepted.He has more experience than us, and there are others in league with him. We should just inform him and see what he has to say before we take further action
>>2260801>Send a message to Veredious informing him of what happened. You can do so with simple language that doesn't hint at any wrongdoing on you or your Master's part - just in case the message is intercepted.
>>2260801That's all for tonight
>>2260813thanks for running, man.
>>2260801>Send a message to Veredious informing him of what happened. You can do so with simple language that doesn't hint at any wrongdoing on you or your Master's part - just in case the message is intercepted.Although one might find suspicious us sendi g a message to him. But at least we will show our master we are on his side.>Cipher nine is a Chiss.Uh interesting.
>>2260813Yeah this quest is really amazing.
>>2260813Thanks for the run boss.
Yo Hurt the next time you make a thread you should use this archive link. We can't vote from the link you're using now. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=A%20Fragile%20Balance
>>2261030Thanks, I'll do that
Keep up the good work dude this shit is lit
>>2261905Enjoying the quest boss, really the only good one on /qst/ right now
>>2262382For me I only actually care about this and Lamplighter Quest.
>>2262383I mean lamplighter and the black company are good, but they run like once a month(if we're lucky)
>>2260801After you hear the door close behind Cipher Nine, you continue on through your home, striding quickly up a staircase to a tower in the far corner. Peering out a window, you watch as the agent gets into a cruiser waiting in the street below. As soon as both are gone, you make your way to your office and begin composing a message to have sent to Lord Veredious in the Outer Rim.Communication is difficult in that region, and there's a solid chance whatever you say to him will be intercepted by eavesdroppers. So you word it carefully - a rogue Imperial Agent came to your home in the dead of night, throwing around wild accusations about Veredious killing a Jedi before running off with an unspecified treasure.You also mention what the agent said about multiple stab wounds. Your Master is intelligent, and will realize, as you did, that the Jedi's body wasn't *actually* recovered. Or, if it was, that it was in such bad shape they couldn't perform an accurate autopsy. In any case, that particular bit of evidence isn't a concern.Which doesn't mean that the situation as a whole isn't concerning. Cipher Nine had meant to spook you, and he succeeded. A single agent poking around could eventually turn into something more. For now, you'll wait and see what your Master has to say. Maybe he or the people he is working with can apply leverage in the right places and get this agent shut down.As you leave the secluded office and go to your bedroom, you're struck by the notion that there's something funny about your new predicament. You've spent so long thinking of yourself as the underdog, the one who triumphs against all odds - yet here you are, someone of relative power and influence, trying to quiet a whistleblower. Obtaining power is a constant struggle, but you are quickly discovering that holding onto the power you've already accumulated is its own challenge - and a far less satisfying one.The next morning, you leave your bedroom to find Amaza waiting in the hallway outside. You stop, expecting her to say something, but she simply meets your gaze briefly while standing with her hands clasped in front of her. Her stance looks casual, but there's a certain prepared tension to it - like she's a tiny Gundark waiting to pounce at any moment.
>>2262850You continue down to the first floor, and Amaza trails you at a good distance - you wouldn't even have noticed her, had you not glanced back before descending the stairwell. On your way to the dining room, you pick up a second trail - Jevan, who waits for you at the bottom of the stairwell. The two Tionese continue to follow, though Amaza trails to the left through the rooms running between yours and the central courtyard. It's a startling sight to see - they're *actually* behaving like bodyguards.Sadon and Olub'cree are waiting in the dining room, and both approach you at once, but Sadon is far younger and far faster. He looks irritated, though you can't imagine what about."I only put guards this morning because I do not know you're here last night." He nods at Jevan, who stands behind you."That's fine," you say. "I got back very late."His expression remains frustrated, and you realize that he's not offering excuses. He's genuinely upset that you didn't notify him. Olub'cree's slow shuffle finally reaches the two of you, and Sadon decides to change the subject before he can be talked over."We need weapons," he says. "And I go with you now."Still suffering from the last vestiges of a brief and fitful sleep, you rub your tight forehead and turn to Olub'cree. Minn-Jarol's rapid training program seems to have done its work - perhaps it's time to arm the four.Do you give them all weapons? If so, what do you give them? You're sure you can scrounge up anything that isn’t too fancy, whether from the Fury's armory or your own personal store. Vibroblades, hand blasters, rifles, all of that good stuff.For now, their equipment is purely stylistic. The advanced training they receive later on will confer specific bonuses.You also would like to think of something else to call the four guards. 'Tionese' sounds too much like a Core world merchant family.
>>2262854Do we have access to any vibroblade spears? I figure a familiar weapon would be best, at least for now
>>2262854Vibroblades and hand blasters. We should keep rifles around for when they may be needed, but I can't imagine that rifles would be superior to vibroblades in the close space of our home.>>2262859I feel like swords would have advantages over spears in most situations, especially around the mansion....But I'm probably seeing it through a real-life lens than the Star Wars setting. If I'm missing something then oopsI have no idea for a name.
>>2262854>Do you give them all weapons? Yes>If so, what do you give them?Double vibroblade to Kaylan and her brotherTwo vibro daggers to Amaza as well as a assassing blaster more focused against droidsSadon Keeps his vibroblade we gave him and a energy shield and a blaster rifle
>>2262854Vibroblade and blasters.Call them Jannasaries.
>>2262854Amaza can have two dagger sized vibroblades and a hand blasterKalyan and Jevan could have spears if we have them. If not just give them larger vibroblades or double vibroblades. If they can each carry blaster rifles as well that'd be nice. They're both really big so I don't see why they couldn't.Sadon can keep our old vibroblade and a blaster of his choosing.Make it all seem ritualistic or something, they love that shit.If I'm assigning too many weapons for each person let me know.I'm still trying to think of a name but I'm usually awful at that.It would be really cool if Sebuk knew of any ancient Sith weapon caches that we could outfit them with at some point. We need to sell our jewelry to get them and possibly ourselves some armor too.
>>2262879>>2262859Why not give then Kaylan and her brother double vibroblades and energy shield?
>>2262894Jannisaries? I like the concept but the name doesn't really sound cool. I still can't think of anything better though.>>2262907Sure. If we have energy shields then they should each get one though. But I feel like legitimate armor is necessary too. Do they still have their old armor or are they just wearing basic clothing?
>>2262898>>2262879I think all these ideas would work I am gathering we want them versatile and able to preform missions not only guarding us. We definitely need Armour for them.
I'm gonna throw out some random edgy names. Let me know if you like any of them. They will probably be shitty.Fury guardMaybe call them the chosen of the star or the sun's chosen or something to that effect since they survived a supernovaSomething related to their tribal god that we don't know the name of yetThat's all I got for now.
>>2262926I like Janissaries and if we're naming them after historical things we could be sneaky and name them after slaves in the Ottoman empire (Mamluk)
>>2262957The only problem is that the ottomans didn't exist in the star wars universe so those names mean nothing in this context. A star wars universe historical name would be more appropriate.
These guys really learn fast. I'm impressed. We should commend them.
>>2262957Wasn't the Mamluk riders? Also thay sounds more like a mando clan.I sugest some heavy blaster to Sadon.>>2262926Yes of course they will have armour after all during a gun fire the powercells might be depleated.
I wonder where Kalyan is? I hope she isn't being difficult.
>>2263026>yfw she's hanging out with the Weequay girl
If we can't use those kyber crystals that Hacna just messing with for anything useful they could be made into necklaces or something to make people think they're force sensitive, similar to what happened with us when we first met Pailia. That would have obvious downsides too but could be useful in the right situation.
>>2263063This is definitely a lovely idea, though I figure it could be for more advanced training, when we have the resources to reliably make more kyber crystals, or acquire them in battle.
>>2263232I think he's talking about the unstable crystals we brougth from Tion.
>>2263242The crystals themselves aren't unstable, they're just too small to make a proper lightsaber with. I think their sketchy tribal tech is what led to their unstable spear blades. They're just small naturally formed kyber crystals.
>>2262854"See if we have enough vibroblades and blaster pistols in the manor," you say to Olub'cree. "If not, we'll take them from the Fury's armory."Sadon's lips form a rare smile, in stark contrast to your other servant's skeptical worry."Is that wise, my Lord?" He throws a cautious glance at Sadon. "The Voss do not allow outsiders to carry weapons." He has a point, but you can tell he's more worried about *who* is being given the weapons."That's why they'll only carry the blasters on the manor grounds," you say to both him and Sadon. "The Voss should have no problem with outsiders carrying concealed hunting knives." Turning to Sadon, you give him conspiratorial look. "Your people's religion demands you carry hunting knives at all times, doesn't it?"For a moment he just looks confused, but then his smile returns and he nods. "Yes. This is true." You suspect this sort of subterfuge is new to Sadon, but he catches on quickly. Voss society is strangled by rules and restrictions, but the flip side of their steadfast adherence to those rules is how well loopholes work - especially if you appeal to their spiritual side. Convince the Voss that you are adhering to the letter of their law, and they'll accept you violating the spirit of it."As you wish, my Lord." Olub'cree gives another wary glance to Sadon, then takes a step closer to you. "There was... one other matter."You wait for him to respond, but he simply stands there taking labored breaths, seemingly waiting for you to dismiss Sadon."Well?" you say. "What is it?" You're not going to get into the habit of shooing away your bodyguard every time a mildly sensitive topic needs to be discussed."It's about the woman you brought back... Kalyan."Sadon glares at him. "What about her?"
>>2263460"As you ordered, I arranged thorough medical examinations for all of them." Olub'cree speaks directly to you, addressing Sadon's question even as he ignores his presence. "There were no major issues, except with her.""Is she sick?" you ask him. That would hardly be surprising. Between the radiation, malnutrition, and whatever strange diseases have evolved on Tion, it would be a miracle for *any* of them to be completely healthy."We're not sure," Olub'cree says. "She has accepted the radiation treatment and vaccinations, but she refused every diagnostic test the technicians tried to give her. Eventually I simply just sent her to the clinic lobby to wait for the others.""You didn't shock her?" you say to him. "That's what that collar is *for*."Olub'cree opens his mouth to speak, then sighs and shakes his head. "I did not think it would be productive, my Lord."You glare at him, but quickly realize your frustration is misdirected. Sadon is the one who is supposed to be managing these people."You let this happen?" you say to him.Sadon looks between you and Olub'cree with bewilderment, unable to understand what you're upset about."She tells me she is healthy!" he exclaims. "Checking her is waste of credits."You tilt your head back and rub the bridge of your nose. Sadon has picked up on galactic idioms more quickly than he has mastered the logic behind them."I don't get my money back just because one of you refuses to be examined," you explain. "And I don't trust *her* to know whether or not she's healthy."Do you bother concerning yourself with this? Kalyan probably won't become patient zero of a Voss-wide epidemic, but you don't like your implicit orders being refused - especially after the pointed conversation you had with her aboard the Fury.
>>2263463That's it for tonight
>>2263463>Get her checked wither she wants it or not.
>>2263463Bring her to be examined personally. So I had a crazy and stupid idea that just might be crazy and stupid enough to work. What if we harvested all the small crystals from the trees on Tion and incorporated them into a sort of grenade that intentionally destabilizes them as much as possible to cause a powerful explosion? We know that using their handmade lightspears was dangerous but if we increased that risk intentionally we could use it for intentional destruction. We'd have to acquire a whole lot of them for it to be cost effective though.
I think it was also mentioned once that kyber crystals could be used to create blasters. I think small crystals like the ones we have access to the would be perfectly suitable for that sort of thing. I'd like to increase our Technical skill and help Hacna with making this kind of thing. We're already super familiar with the components necessary for lightsaber creation.We could also possibly make more stable lightsaber daggers and even use them as spearheads. We really should've just harvested all the crystals from the trees on Tion.
>>2263463Go speak with her personally. We should hear what she has to say before she is punished.
>>2263520I figure giving Hacna that as a project might be a decent idea, but we're far too busy to get involved in anything technical. It's better to have a division and specialization of labor.
>>2263524Oh shit. That's an interesting possibility. We could definitely gain her favor by being accepting and offering help with this. But she might also just be stubborn as fuck.>>2263531She seems pretty knowledgeable about crystals but we've been trained for years in the sith academy on the creation of lightsabers. We could at least give some direction.
Force her to get a physical and convince her the importance of operating in a unit with her comrades. She must be hiding a secret with her refusal to get one done
If it turns out that she is hiding a pregnancy we should tell her that we absolutely wish for this baby to be born. Their survival is by pure force of personal will against the forces of both a supernova and the harsh postapocalyptic planet they grew up on and we respect that immensely. This pregnancy is something we could have noticed if we actually perofrmed a full body scan with the autodoc but we didn't. This pregnancy is seeming more and more likely each time I think about it.
>>2263463Obviously get her checked out, convince her its the right way to go if she ends up sick its counterproductive as hell
If she does end up being pregnant I would assume that her culture expects complications considering the massive amounts of radiation they accrue over their lifetime on that planet. By giving radiation treatment and other medical care the child's chances of survival are greatly increased over what they would have been if she stayed on that planet. Which gives her a reason to appreciate us even more. She might have some other reason to distrust any medical care but this seems the most likely. Which gives us a chance to gain her favor and loyalty. The question remains of who the father is though.
>>2263899I ship Kalyan and Jevan desu~
>>2263911They're brother and sister though. That's forbidden love.
I really do think Kalyan is smart enough to recognize the necessity of a health check-up so she's definitely hiding something.
>>2263911Sadon clearly forced himself on her after defeating her in combat to gain her allegiance.
>>2263976So they are just like Luke and Leia.
>>2262854Amaza is sneaky as fuck. Stealthy assassin acquired. If all else fails she could be used to dispose of Cipher 9. Unless her slavery registration makes it obvious that she is ours.
>>2262951Hey OP you might have to make a name up based on these. I have zero faith in my own or the players ability to come up with a good name.
I really think it would be beneficial to learn more about all of our guards' culture. Religion is a great method of control. Plus I find it interesting to see what these completely disconnected cultures have come up with. They might even be from different tribes since Sadon was only concerned with collecting the strongest warriors and we seem to have taken the place of his god figure in his mind.
>>2264149This.And we need to deal with Sadon. He's going to get irritated with us if we don't provide him a purpose, and I'm sure we'd all rather have four pawns than three
>>2264169Sadon is loyal to a fault and is devoted to us completely as a leader of his squad. We need to improve his leadership skills beyond just being stronger than the rest of them. And we need to reinforce Amaza and Jevans loyalty to us beyond just wanting prestige and wanting to follow Sadon's orders. Kalyan seems too smart to manipulate in all but the most subtle ways so we need to approach her more genuinely to gain her trust and loyalty.
>>2264191>Sadon and Olub'cree are waiting in the dining room, and both approach you at once, but Sadon is far younger and far faster. He looks irritated, though you can't imagine what about.>His expression remains frustrated, and you realize that he's not offering excuses. He's genuinely upset that you didn't notify him. Olub'cree's slow shuffle finally reaches the two of you, and Sadon decides to change the subject before he can be talked over.I dunno man, this seems like it might be a problem
>>2264195He's only irritated that we didn't give him the chance to guard us as soon as we returned to the planet. That's just a sign of his devotion.
>>2263463Force her to get checked out. She's obviously pregnant but either way she's not refusing a direct order from us.
I'm kinda curious about our guards tribal culture. Could we ask them to tell us about it? It could help us understand them and bond with them more. Also what would we actually do if Kalyan is pregnant? I'm not totally convinced that's what's going on with her but it does seem fairly likely. I can't think of many other reasons why she would refuse a medical exam except for cultural reasons.
>>2265017Could be a lot of things, maybe she is branded, crippled in some way, some sort of deformity, could even be her lack of trust in us. maybe she is suppressing force sensitivity and wants us to not see her mediclorin count let's not jump to conclusions
So we're going on an IRS mission next right? I'm stoked.
>>2265309We'd be able to sense her force sensitivity unless she were master-level which I found doubtful.
Did the medical exams come back normal? I'd almost expect them to have increased resistances to all sorts of things from adjusting to the harshness of their planet.
>>2265596Olub'cree said there were no issues so I don't think they're any different than any other irradiated humans.
>>2263463You're tempted to order Sadon to haul Kalyan back to the Imperial clinic in Voss-Ka, but you decide to do so yourself. Not out of any particular concern for the woman, but because you don't want her hiding whatever it is she's trying to keep hidden. She's smarter than the other three, and you're not about to chalk her reluctance up to tribal superstition of modern medicine. She had received the standard preventative treatments, after all - and had also experienced the miracle of the Fury's autodoc in repairing her wounded shoulder.No, this is something else. You take her to Voss-Ka the following day, combining it with a trip to the secure message center in the Imperial Enclave. There you will send the message you composed for Veredious through encrypted channels, as well as check for any incoming communications from the Reclamation Service headquarters on Dromund Kaas. Imperial Intelligence is wary of having sensitive communications intercepted by the Republic forces who make their home in the very same city, so they've implemented strict security procedures to make your life a bit more difficult. Between that and the late-night intrusion into your home, your view on the agency is quickly souring.You walk Kalyan into the official clinic within the Imperial compound, then watch silently from a corner of the room as a middle-aged military doctor runs an endless series of diagnostic tests on the equally silent woman under his care. He cracks a few jokes to try and break the ice with her, but his failure and your own humorless stare soon has him quieting down. The rest progresses quickly and efficiently, every detail of Kalyan's physical form analyzed and catalogued. By the end of it all, you have enough information to make a new Kalyan if this one fails you.The doctor indicates to you that he's finished, and you tell Kalyan to wait in the lobby outside while you consult with him."She's pregnant, isn't she?" you say as soon as the door closes behind her. That's the only plausible reason you can think of for someone as sharp as her putting this off. Her brother, Jevan, was surprisingly fine - but Amaza and Sadon had multiple stage-3 cancers among other, more minor maladies. Had they remained on Tion, they would have been dead within five years.The doctor gives you a confused look. "No, my Lord. There were no issues at all."You throw your head back and heave a sigh of relief. That would have been a hell of a way to throw your plans for their combat training off track.
>>2266156"Though, that shouldn't be surprising." The doctor throws you a knowing smile before setting his datapad down on his desk and beginning data entry into the desktop computer."What do you mean?" If anything, it's *incredibly* surprising. The two siblings should have been riddled with tumors like their companions.The man turns to you, brow furrowed, as if he's the one who is now confused. "Well, they've been bred for that, my Lord."Now he's lost you completely. "*Bred* for that?"He opens his mouth to speak, then waves his hand as if clearing away a misunderstanding. "Apologies, my Lord. *Cloned* for that."Your eyes shoot open wide and you march over to the doctor to look at his terminal where he has compiled Kalyan's medical information."Explain!" you order him sharply.He stutters for a moment, then whirls around on his stool and taps away at the keyboard for a moment. Another file is pulled up alongside Kalyan's on the screen, showing Jevan's own examination."They're clones," he stammers out. "I thought you knew!"You don't respond. You're too busy scanning through the data, looking for any sign of what the doctor is talking about."How can you know?" you ask him.He types at the computer for a moment, and a new set of images appears on the screen. These show two endless series of red and green lines of varying width and length, each set seemingly identical."We ran the standard genetic battery to check for the usual issues. Autoimmune disorders, and the like--"
>>2266158"Yes, yes!" you say, gesturing for him to continue."Jevan and Kalyan's X chromosomes are identical. Down to the last strand of DNA.""They're twins," you mutter. Though it's an uncertain declaration. Could they have lied about that?"Even if that were the case, my Lord, there would be noticeable differences in genetic makeup. There were discrepancies in telomere length, but that is easily explained as the normal wear & tear of age."A wear & tear which would certainly be sped up by living in an irradiated wasteland, you note."Are you sure?" you ask him pointedly. "I need you to be certain."He nods quickly. "Those two were *not* conceived naturally. I am sure of that."Taking a slow breath in through your nose, you stand up straight and back away from the doctor as you consider what this means. There are no cloning facilities on Tion. There isn't even a *bathroom* facility. And even on the few developed worlds where the practice is legal, human cloning is a costly and resource-intensive activity. The products of that endeavor don't just get thrown away. Especially when those products are, as the doctor said, perfectly healthy.Do you confront Kalyan about this? Somehow, she must have known. Or, you could ask her brother, who is the same age and doesn't share her cunning mind. Though he also doesn't seem to share her knowledge of what he is.
>>2266162>Find out more about her past and the brothers past from either one of them while being alone.
>>2266162Yeah, let's talk to Kalyan. The plot thickens. My money's on those fucking Arkanians trying to make a new near human species or some shit.
>>2266162Speak to Jevan alone first about his earliest memories. Then interrogate Kalyan. >>2266168They really do jerk off to that sort of thing, don't they? This would have been the perfect opportunity to do so with the extreme genetic bottleneck of a supernova. They made some radiation-proof humans.
>>2266162>Ask about her and her brother to Sadon. Try to emulate it as us wanting to know how he recruited those two. Basicaly start a slow investigatiin about each one of our bodyguards.
>>2266181I think we should try to get answers from Kalyan before we even return to our mansion. Maybe during the ride back home. I don't want to her tell Jevan what to tell us. But yeah this has Arkanian genetic meddling written all over it.
If we're lucky our in character knowledge of the different races and their history would lead us to suspect the Arkanians.
Theory time.Someone (probably the arkanians) either tailor made some designer babies or cloned someone they found on Tion that was extremely resistant to radiation. They also made them big and strong so they could survive and eventually introduce the radiation proof genes into the general genepool of the planet and their drastically increased survival rate would eventually make them the majority, also creating a large population of humans with those desired genes through natural selection.Usually the arkanians like to make their created races look funny, with different colored skin and whatnot but maybe they were just working towards that.
Something I've been curious about, what do the Tionese look like appearance wise? Maybe I missed their descriptions besides the tribal paint.
>>2266313Sadon looks like a normal human who sometimes has blue face paint on and has dreadlocks. Amaza has darker skin and is smaller and thinner than the rest. Jevan and Kalyan both have large, muscular frames. I don't think we've been given many other specifics about their appearances.
>>2266332Actually here's Sadon initial description.>The sides of his head are shaved, and the top is tied back into a single, long braid. His face is painted with blue tribal markings, geometric lines that trace jagged paths all over his skin.
>>2266338And here's the rest.>Amaza is the smallest of the four, a wiry woman with fierce brown eyes and dark, matted hair. She kneels down with her three companions, but her expression remains twisted in a confused mix of emotions. Anger, for being choked half to death. Fear, from being tossed around like a rag doll by what must seem like magic. And most of all, awe - for finally meeting the Master who Sadon surely told her about.The other two warriors - Jevan and Kalyan - are big. Bigger than Sadon, and bigger than you. Jevan is pale and sun-burnt, with wavy blond hair and a short beard that looks to have been recently trimmed without the aid of a mirror. Kalyan looks just like him, except *she* has no beard. Like Amaza, her face is unmistakably that of a woman, but she lacks the curves that would normally clue you in. The expressionless blonde woman is just as broad-shouldered as her male counterpart, and cuts a hulking figure beneath her blue cloak.
>>2266358I've been picturing Sadon as a beardless Ragnar this whole time.
>>2266358And I'm getting strong Gwendoline Christie vibes from Kalyan's description. At least a younger version of her.
I've been trying for a while to find a suitable reference picture for R4-K4 but the only spherical floating droids I can find are recon droids, remotes, or interrogators. Translator droids tend to be humanoid protocol droids like C-3PO
>>2266417>Traumatic flashbacks to the last star-wars movie. >*Uncontrollable Sobbing*
Guys look I found a really cool picture for Amaza
>>2266580at least choose her hot sister
Should I keep staying up for an update or are we done for the night?
Hopefully star wars doctors follow the same confidentiality laws that we have. Somebody spent a lot of money to make Jevan and Kalyan and they probably won't appreciate the fact that we took them from the isolated planet that they were placed on. They're too very big investments of both money and time.
>>2266162When you finally exhaust your questions for the doctor and leave his office, you find Kalyan waiting for you in the lobby. Despite the numerous empty chairs, she is standing, and looks at you in rapt attention. She's clearly trying to discern just what - if anything - you discovered."Was it good, Lord Varrus?" she says.You take your time to speak, glaring at her a few moments more to let the pressure build."Everything was fine. Which makes me wonder why *I* had to drag you down here."Kalyan visibly relaxes, her shoulders loosening and her mouth falling open slightly."I am afraid of this place," she says. "Needles and noisy machines."That's a ridiculous excuse given the procedures she already willingly undergone, but you're not about to reveal your suspicions. The fact that she and Jevan are clones might not directly affect you, but it's bizarre enough that you want to do a little digging. For now, you'll keep their secret to yourself while you probe her and her 'brother' for information.With Kalyan in tow, you make your way on foot out of the clinic and onto the grounds of the Imperial compound. It's a city unto itself, built on the outskirts of Voss-Ka to act as a complete ecosystem for those Imperials who make their homes there. As the two of you cross the grassy plaza at the center of the main complex, you take the opportunity to ask her a few questions."It's a little surprising," you say casually. "You and your brother did not have a trace of cancerous cells despite being bathed in radiation for thirty years."Kalyan walks just behind you, moving with long strides that end with a hard thump as her full weight strikes the sidewalk."What are cancerous cells?" she asks. You explain as best you can with simple language, though she could simply be trying to deflect from further questioning."Did you and your brother live in a sealed structure?" you continue. "Somewhere with a filtration system?"She remains silent for a few seconds, and it's impossible to tell whether she's concocting a story or simply trying to remember small details of what must have been a very chaotic life."We were always moving," she finally says. "We more masks when outside."So did everyone else you ran into on Tion. Cheap things, and centuries old at that. They would have filtered out the worst of the particulate, but they wouldn't scrub out the trace radioactive gases you detected in the atmosphere.
>>2267892"Even at a young age?" you ask her. "Was the place you were born... cleaner?"Eyes still fixed forward, she shakes her head. "I do not remember where I was born."You're a split-second away from questioning that claim, but then you remember that you don't know where *you* were born, either. Nor do you remember a thing about your parents. It's possible that Kalyan's memory is equally empty - except for the fact that she deliberately avoided having herself inspected. Somehow, she knows what she is, *and* understands the significance of it.You ask her a few more broad questions about her life on Tion, though the answers aren't very enlightening. Life on the planet was short, hard, and brutal - but you know all that already. As Kalyan relays smatterings of information about the other groups she fought against or those she travelled with, you become aware of something peculiar about her answers. Not the content, but the way she says them. The more she talks - and the more *you* talk - the closer her manner of speaking becomes to yours. It's an unsettling feeling, and eventually you stop in your tracks and turn to her, cutting her off mid-sentence."Why are you doing that?" you snap. She stares at you in bewilderment, then looks to her feet and hands before searching all over the grassy plaza for some sign of what you're referring to. As far as you can see - and sense - her confusion is genuine."Nevermind." You start walking again, letting the conversation drop, and continue into the communications building at the center of the complex. A black-walled prefab building set up smack in the middle of the Imperial enclave, entering it makes you feel like you're stepping into a forward operating base in the midst of a battlefield.There's an Imperial guard inside who escorts you to a secure room to access one of the available message servers. The computer has no screen or keyboard of any kind - just two open ports. One for you to plug your datapad into, and the other in which to insert your personal code cylinder.Once you've done that, private communications begin to stream onto your datapad. While they're copying over, you take the time to send your message to Veredious along with a silent hope that he can do something about the Chiss agent. You disconnect your datapad and begin to sift through the messages, most of them routine status updates from the Reclamation Service. But one in particular stands out. It's an urgent audio message, notifying you that a routine exploratory mission has taken an unexpected turn - and they're requesting your aid.What sort of unexpected danger did the team encounter on their target planet?>Local unrest>Technical issues>Diplomatic difficulties>Rowdy fauna
>>2267892>"I am afraid of this place," she says. "Needles and noisy machines."Maybe she does remember something of where she is from.>>2267896I don't really see why we would be contacted for any if these but...>Diplomatic difficulties
>>2267896>Diplomatic difficultiesThis seems closer to our duties. >Local unrestAlso like the sound of this
I want the rowdy fauna to give our guards a chance to show what they can do. We've got enough intrigue piling up already.
>>2267896>Rowdy fauna>>2267914We're the muscle for this operation. They explore and identify places of interest and we retrieve the artifacts from dangerous places. We're a team.
>>2267896>Not the content, but the way she says them. The more she talks - and the more *you* talk - the closer her manner of speaking becomes to yours.Damn dude we happened to get some random ubermenschen. I knew she was smart but this is ridiculous. If we know some genetic specialists who can identify the changes made to the genes and their effects that would be nice.
>>2267896>>Local unrestSounds fun
>>2267914>I don't really see why we would be contacted for any if these but...We are pretty good at cutting people.>>2267896>Rowdy faunaI want to do this so we can bring our boys and girls. If it's a creature they must already have a experience with hunting and such let's see if they can deliver in their habitat.I'm also exitant to bring then to a diplomatic meeting without more...elegant (?)armor.
>>2267969>we know some genetic specialists Those would be the people in the Imperial inteligence. They even have geneticaly altered humans doing their logitic work. Wonder if she is some kind of remmecent for that experiment.
Did our guards get the specialized weaponry we suggested or just vaguely normal vibroblades and blasters?
>>2268180We didn't went deep into it. I guess instead of making us discuss about it Hurtt prefered to move along with the plot.Also, we will start to look into gear once we are about to leave for the mission.
So the Arkanian genetic engineering theory seems extremely likely to me at this point. Can you guys think of any other organization who likes to mess with genetics to create near-human species?
>Rowdy faunaJust caught up on this quest thanks to a rec. Seems like a fun time!
>>2268657The empire has created (cultivated?) geneticaly enchanced humans. But beside arkanians and imperial inteligence i don't know who else could be making clones.
>>2267896You read the communique from the Reclamation Service on your way back from Voss-Ka, and find that the message is obnoxiously vague. All it says is that a small exploratory team is currently on Sriluur in Hutt Space, near the Imperial border. The name of the planet catches your eye immediately - it's Hacna's homeworld, which she hasn't seen for over two years. She'll likely beg to go with once she catches wind of the mission.What the Imperial team is doing on the planet is left unstated, as is the exact nature of their problem. The only detail provided is that 'local fauna' is making excavation of an outlying location very difficult. Normally, the solution would be to draw on nearby garrisons for some extra manpower. But the fact that Sriluur is within Hutt space makes things more difficult, as does the insular culture of the Weequay who call the planet home. The current team is there under the guise of geological surveying for mineral deposits, a ruse which is unlikely to work twice if the IRS were to send a squad of stone-faced soldiers. You, on the other hand, can pose as their superior, arriving on Sriluur to make contact with a lost survey team. If you have any trouble getting past local officials, you can spin them some story about extracting your team who has fallen out of communication. The Weequay will let one more outsider into their city if it means a group of them leaving.You can take 3 people with you - who do you take? Any more than that would be pushing your luck with the Weequay, who are as spiritually-minded and isolationist as the Voss - but much more aggressive about it. There's also the matter of the Fury's single bathroom and bed. Having Hacna and all four Tionese on board on the way back from Tion had pushed your claustrophobia to its limits.
>>2268792That's it for tonight
>>2268794Thanks for the run. See you next time.
>>2268792>who do you take?Hacna, Sadon and Kaylan.We aren't taking Amaza so she can keep her eye on Kaylan's brother.
>>2268792Let's take Hacna,Kalyan,and Sadon.
>>2268849I can agree with that.
>>2268792Hacna, Jevan, and Sadon. I want to separate Kalyan and Jevan as punishment for her not telling us. Plus maybe we could get some info out of Jevan. Kalyan will hate staying here while Jevan is in possible danger and will likely understand why we're doing it. It'd be a good way to put some pressure on her to tell us their origin.
>>2268917Not certain if she can. >>2268792Are there any handy sith flamethrowers we could bring?
>>2269028She's definitely hiding something. She has some knowledge that made her think it was a good idea to avoid any medical assessment.
>>2269028If sith can lightning why can't sith fireblast? Can't think of any canonical instances where they have but seems reasonable to me.. Also the force push shotgunStandard force push while holding a handful of metal balls or little thermal detonators..
>>2269324I'm pretty sure force combustion is a thing
>>2269324>If sith can lightning why can't sith fireblast?Because those are energy bolts of hate. Also lightning is way more powerfull then weak flame, whoch couldn't possible be manifested oxygen deprived space.
>>2269324>Standard force push while holding a handful of metal balls or little thermal detonators..We should do this
>>2268792>Hacna, Jevan, and SadonJevan so we can pry more information from him about his past.
>>2268792After a short deliberation, you decide to take Sadon, Jevan, and Hacna with you. Sadon, because he needs to be made to feel valuable, and it will still be some time before you can do as promised and put him in front of a Jedi with a blade. Jevan, because you want to ask him about his origins when he's not around his sister. And Hacna... well, you're not quite sure.You can fly the Fury perfectly fine yourself, and Hacna isn’t likely to be of much use on Sriluur. Maybe you're just growing a bit soft - she would undoubtedly like to see her home again. Letting her do so could make her like you more. The relationship between you two, while still strictly Master-Servant, has less friction as of late. You much prefer this to the old system, where getting her to perform a simple task was like pulling a bad tooth from a Rancor.Yes, you've softened on her. But that doesn't mean you're above a cruel joke or two."Hacna!" you shout, barging into her workshop with Sadon and Jevan in tow. She jerks up from the chair she was lounging back in, blinking the sleep from her narrow eyes as she pushes herself upright."What? What!" she exclaims, using one of the few words in her Basic vocabulary. You swore to yourself she was getting a tutor, but the task slipped your mind in the chaos of the last few weeks. Next time, you tell yourself. Hacna leans over the edge of her chair and press a button atop U4, activiating the interpreter droid and sending it up into the air."I need to be at the Imperial outpost on Kessel in less than 24 hours," you say to her, your tone harsh and with an urgent edge to it.She groans and heaves herself up from her chair. "Serious: That is not possible," she states through the droid."Yes it is," you correct her. "We'll just have to fly through the Maw."Hacna's mouth opens and closes a few times before she manages to find her voice. "What?" she blurts out, reverting to her limited knowledge of Basic."That's right." You swallow, taking a moment to suppress the smile creeping across your face. "I'm going to need my best pilot with me."
>>2270289'The Maw' is an unnavigable cluster of black holes between Voss and the nearby planet of Kessel. There is a series of hyperspace jumps which can theoretically take a ship safely through the cluster, but few people dare roll those dice. Even with the finest ship and pilot imaginable, neither are likely to come out the other side intact."I am not a good pilot." Hacna shakes her head and sits back down, gripping the armrests of her chair so hard that you can hear the plastic straining under her grip. "You go. I stay." You already have her belongings packed and waiting in a cruiser in front of the manor, but moving *her* is going to be difficult."Jevan, Sadon." You nod your head, motioning for the two to pry her out of her seat. She comes loose in a fit of swearing and kicking, but ultimately allows herself to be shepherded to the waiting cruiser.The four of you leave for Voss-Ka, and the closer you get to the starport the more nervous Hacna gets. She tries to give you the slip a few times within the crowds filling the docking bay corridors, but Jevan keeps a remarkably watchful eye on her and manages to outwit the cunning Weequay more than a few times.Despite your first impression of him, Jevan is not stupid. Simple, yes - childlike, even. But not stupid. You wouldn't place any bets on him succeeding in a rigorous academic environment, but you look forward to putting a blaster in those hands and seeing what he can do with it.Once you reach the launch-prepped Fury, Hacna is a nervous wreck. Her legs give out walking up the ramp, and your two guards have to drag her the rest of the way inside and drop her into the pilot's chair. There, she turns to face you, a pitifully wretched expression on her tear-stained face."Pleading: Please, Lord Varrus!" she sobs, her hands shaking against the console. "I do not want to die! You do not want to die either, I know it!"This is getting uncomfortable. Maybe you took the joke too far.>Tell her you're going to Sriluur.>Order her to wait in the cargo bay and get herself together. You'll plot the jumps through the Maw yourself. How hard can it be?
>>2270293>Tell her you're going to Sriluur.Lmao
>>2270293>Order her to wait in the cargo bay and get herself together. You'll plot the jumps through the Maw yourself. How hard can it be?
>>2270293>Tell her you're going to Sriluur.
>>2270293>Tell her you're going to Sriluur.She will either love us or kill us lets see what happens.
I feel like Jevan and Kalyans superior intelligence and genetics are gonna make them way stronger than Amaza and Sadon at some point. That might get awkward.
>>2270293>>Tell her you're going to Sriluur.
>>2270324We can always use implants in this case.
>>2270293>Order her to wait in the cargo bay and get herself together. You'll plot the jumps through the Maw yourself. How hard can it be?And then when we get there we express our disgust with our navigation skills and tell her to turn us around.
Did Hacna ever figure out anything cool to do with those crystals?
>>2270293You glare down at Hacna, not letting a single iota of compassion show on your face."If you won't get us there, then I will!" You lean over her chair and begin tapping away at the navigational computer's touchscreen. Mapping a course through the Maw, if it were to be done, would require careful examination of current stellar conditions created by the overlapping tidal pulls of the singularities covering the region. For you to use the known route with no modifications would be suicide."Lord Varrus, I will do it!" she blurts out, trying to pull your hand away as you clumsily punch in a series of jump coordinates."Not in this state, you won't!" you shoot back. "Hyperspace travel is 99% confidence. The technical stuff is just details." Your voice wavers as you get those last few words out, and you stop talking entirely lest you break out into laughter. Hacna lets out an odd crying warble of her own, her hands hanging limply from your arm as she gives up on trying to pull you away.At last you finish entering the route, and you stand back to give Hacna a view of the screen. She looks at it for a few moments, then glances at you, then turns back to the screen before wiping at her bleary eyes."Sriluur?" she says uneasily.You put on your best smile and hold your arms out wide. "Surprise!"Hacna continues to stare at the screen, a dazed expression on her face. She doesn't look skeptical - just stupefied by the emotional thrill ride you've taken her on."You want to go to Sriluur, don't you?" you ask her.She nods in the affirmative and croaks something out that U4 can't pick up well enough translate."Alright, well... get us going when you're ready." You back out of the bridge, leaving her to bring the Fury into orbit and fine-tune the route you punched in. Heading back to the command center that joins the ship's three main corridors, you find Sadon and Jevan waiting sharply at attention. With a wave of your hand they ease their stance, and you approach them just as the Fury lurches up from the floor of the docking bay.
>>2270629"What is this place, Lord Varrus?" Sadon asks. It's clear from the context of his question that he's asking about your destination, and not the confines of the Fury itself. His language skills have improved, but not as startlingly fast as Kalyan's."Sriluur." You nod back at the hallway leading to the cockpit. "Hacna's home planet."Sadon furrows his brow and peers past you. "She was crying from being... happy?" he says uneasily.Not even the most ill-socialized recluse could possibly have mistaken Hacna's stomping and wailing for happiness, but your guards are still grappling with the concept of alien species with wildly differing appearances and mannerisms. Sadon, to your surprise, very much liked Minn-Jarol, who you briefly hired to train the four Tionese. You had harbored some fear that Sadon's narrow worldview would make him difficult company on your diplomatic missions, but those worries have diminished. The three under his command are even less volatile than him, and will hopefully follow his lead on such matters."She *will* be happy," you say, brushing the matter off as you reach into your tunic and pull out a key cylinder. "I want you to go to the armory - the room you slept in last time - and make sure the blasters are in working order. Only one of them has ever been used." Handing him the key, you then look to Jevan before he can follow Sadon into the adjoining hall. "And I want to talk to *you* about your time on Tion."Sadon stops in his tracks and looks back at you, key clutched firmly in his hand. "I can tell you," he says firmly.You give him a slight smile, as if he's missed something obvious. "I want to talk to *all* of you. The commander comes at the end, of course."His expression softens and he nods slightly, then continues on to the armory. You've found it remarkably easy to manipulate him in such minor ways, but as he grows in understanding those subtleties will stop working. Before that happens, you need to earn his loyalty thoroughly and utterly. Right now he is fascinated by you, dazzled by the power and technology you wield as well as the guarantees you made. But the awe will fade, and he will begin to wonder when the promises are going to be fulfilled.What do you ask Jevan? He doesn't seem to know what his sister does - that he's a clone - but something about their life together on Tion might clue you in as to how *she* knows but *he* doesn't. He might even have information pointing to his origins, but unlike his sister is not sharp enough to grasp the implications.That's all for tonight.
>>2270633Ask him if he and Kalyan were always together.I bet whoever was in charge of the little experiment on Tion would check in on them periodically to protect their investment. Maybe they kept in contact with just Kalyan occasionally.
>>2270633Ask him why his sister is afraid of needles.
>>2270633>Same questions we made to Kalyan. See if we can dig more stuff from him and see if he's more easy to read then her.
We really need to learn more about Amaza too. We've kind of been neglecting that.Also I'm curious to see how Sadon recruited all of them, that's something else we could ask Jevan about.This is pretty farfetched but what if the Gods each tribe worshipped we're actually the arkanians or whoever made Jevan and Kalyan. There might have even been other genetically engineered humans among the tribes. The "Gods" could set the other tribes against each other to accelerate the survival of the fittest to choose the most suitable genepools to experiment on and improve.
>>2270633Anything about his childhood that stands out? That he remembers?
Also we should ask about how they had anti-aircraft laster turrets and knew how to use them. That seems like something they'd be unable to maintain with their tribal tech and it would be the perfect way to keep them isolated, which is perfect for preserving the secrecy of their genetic experiments. Also I doubt that they would be able to make pseudo-lightsabers on their own. That could be another lead to investigate to find out whoever made Jevan and Kalyan.
>>2270633Supporting everything mentioned so far.
We need to explain to Sadon at some point that he needs further training to compete with the force skills of the Jedi. Tell him about our plans to train him with the Echani and explain to him that when the war breaks out we may very well be going against Jedi to rob them of artifacts that will tip the scales further in our favor in the war.
Let's talk to Jevan about his skillset and other unrelated things to throw him off of the fact that we're investigating his origins and make it seem like we're just trying to get to know him.
I'm hoping Hacna realizes how shitty staying on this planet would be relative to having pretty much any resources she could ask for to flex her technical mechanic skillset. Plus we've been very permissive despite treating her poorly at some points.
Is it too late to assign Olub'cree as a language tutor for Amaza and Kalyan while we're gone?
>>2271272Yeah i thought we had already figured that out.
>>2271209We only treat her porly because she refused to obey us. Compared to other sith she should consider herself lucky to be with us.
>Hacna: Your Weequay mechanic does not like you very much, but she listens to you.>very muchI'm pretty sure it used to say that she just straight up doesn't like us. Progress!
Did OP die?
>>2273272He's busy commissioning Weequay porn so quiet you.
>>2273297This is the ideal female body. You may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like.
>>2270633You seat Sadon down on the cushioned lounge bench in the corner of the command center, doing your best to put him at ease as you prepare to question him."I want to get a feel for your capabilities," you explain. "Tell me about your time on Tion."He looks up at you, hands pressed to his knees and eyes flickering back and forth as the gears in his mind churn."Which time, Lord Varrus?" he asks."Let's start with how you ended up with Sadon." It probably isn't relevant to your current line of questioning, but you're a bit curious about how they ended up together without simply killing one another. The latter seemed to be the default mode of interaction on their planet."He killed the other four, and Kalyan said we should join him instead of fight.""The other four?" Your heart skips a beat, and you take a moment to steady your voice. "Were they your... brothers and sisters?""No," he says simply. "We joined them when those four killed the other six."It sounded like Jevan and Kalyan were something of group hoppers. Not unusual in tribal societies, especially when the disparate groups are all so culturally similar. One does what one can to survive."Was it her idea to join Sadon?"He nods. "She said it would be best.""And you agreed?"Jevan continues to stare up at you, his remembering expression turning thoughtful before softening once again."She said it would be best," he repeats. Now you know who was in charge, if there was ever any doubt. That calls to question why Kalyan, when you ordered her to kill Jevan, had referred to staying with Sadon as 'foolish'. Perhaps she had grown weary of Sadon's near-religious veneration of you, and sought to split from the group, but was stopped by Jevan finally asserting himself. If that were the case, her instinct was the correct one given what you had ordered her to do."Were you and Kalyan always traveling together?""Yes," he says firmly. For the first time, you detect a bit of edge in his voice. Not defensive, but insistent."Do you remember where you were born on Tion?" you ask him. "Your parents, other family--"He shakes his head. "First thing I remember is fighting.""Fighting?" You cock an eyebrow at him. "How long ago was that?"
>>2273442He thinks for a moment. "2863 days ago."Your first instinct is that he's toying with you. He must be. But his neutral expression and the fact that his inward state remains perfectly calms makes you doubt that initial assumption."You remember the exact day?" Tion has slightly shorter days than the galactic standard, meaning his earliest memory is from about seven years ago. The fact that he remembers nothing from before that time is surprising enough, but the idea of him remembering *exactly* how much time passed is even more shocking.Curious, you ask him what exactly he remembers about that day. What follows is a flood of information, useless but startling in its comprehensiveness - the shade of orange the sky was, the skin color of the man he killed, the exact scar on his arm he earned from his enemy's clumsy blows. Jevan lays it all out, and you have to stop him before he can continue rambling."You remember *everything*?" you ask him."I always remember," Jevan says, seeing nothing odd about the fact that he has a photographic memory."But not before that day?" you wonder. "Doesn't that seem strange?""Kalyan said it is not strange," he replies immediately. Everything about his expression tells you that he expects you to accept his sister's assurance just as easily as he did. In that moment, you're struck by the realization that the siblings could not be more different. You had realized that before, but that was when you didn't know they were identical clones. For them to grow up in the same violent conditions and turn out so radically different is just as strange as everything else about them. If this is a case of 'Nature vs. Nurture', you have to wonder just where these two got the 'Nurture' side of the equation from.You go on to ask Jevan about his time on Tion, the things he saw and the people he encountered, but nothing out of the ordinary strikes you. His answers come quickly and easily, and you do not get the sense that he's holding anything back. He and Kalyan were together from that very first memory, with little more than minutes apart from one another. They ate together, fought together, traveled together, and slept together.Which does not mean they were never apart. That yawning hole in Jevan's memory leaves over two decades in which something pointing to their origins could have been found by Kalyan. Maybe he wasn't around her at the time to see it - or maybe she knocked him over the head hard enough that he would forget. Either option seems plausible, and there are many others you could consider. But that will have to wait until you next speak to Kalyan - her brother is an open book, but he is also a dead end.
>>2273445Just under a day after your lengthy conversation with Jevan, you reach your destination. Visible out the left window of the Fury's cockpit is a lush jungle moon, full of wealthy estates and flowering gardens - but the small moon of Ruul is *not* your destination. Yours lies straight ahead, in the form of a blasted desert planet streaked with dark green acid seas. Beside you, Hacna's breath catches in her throat."Sriluur is beautiful," she says. "You will like it."You have nothing polite to say in response, so you say nothing at all. The Weequay homeworld looks just as you imagined it from your brief readings, a world that barely straddles the line of hospitability for even the leathery-skinned natives. Jevan and Sadon might find it to their liking, but even your original home of Korriban had nicer scenery. And your new home of Voss? Other than a vaguely similar orange coloration, they have no similarities whatsoever. The land is meaner, the people are meaner, and you are sure you will become meaner once you're forced to step out into that dry air.The immediacy of your arrival brings to mind another question that has plagued you on the short trip over. You brought Hacna along so that she could see her homeworld, but you haven't figured out what to do about her slave collar. The Weequay acknowledge and appreciate the institution of slavery, but they might not look so kindly on a Zeltronian Sith parading around one of their own. It's not illegal, even on Sriluur, but that doesn't mean it couldn't bring you trouble. You could order Hacna to simply cover it up with her flight suit while she makes her rounds of worship at the city's Thal stones. With that accomplished, she could finally cut the hair braids hanging almost to her waist.Or, you could take her slave collar off and allow her free roam of the city's religious sites. The Fury would be safely locked down, but Hacna could theoretically disappear into the city's sprawling suburbs. Possible, but unlikely - Sriluur is a dump, and Hacna knows how easy she has it back on Voss. Some people value comfort over freedom, and you strongly suspect she is one of them.You could also order her to stay on the Fury and not leave at all. She would be furious, but her collar would compel her obedience.What do you do with Hacna?
>>2273447The collar stays on, she's been homesick for a while let's not give her a chance to run.
>>2273447Nah, it's fine how it is.
>>2273447Take of her slave collar. She build our droid and everything. I doubt she will get a confortable bed and all the tech she can grab with her hands at her home planet. Taking off the collar will also show Jevan that one day we may take it out of him to.Oh and also give her a blaster. This may be her home but it's a dangerous place. Unless that weapons aren't allowed in religious site.
>>2273447>>2273468Going with this. Except the blaster, that's a bit much.
>>2273447Let's take it off for now.
>>2273473Fiiine! No blaster then.
I'm fine with letting her go visit the sites but should we at least send Jevan with her? It'd be a pain in the ass to hunt her back down.
>>2273562Don't we should just give her the illusion of freedom. It's like when you try to calm a very angry horse. Just let him free in a wide open area so it can vent itself. Then it will have calm down. If anything the chance of possession from our master to us might make her think (in her head) that she isn't a slave anymore.
I'm curious about how Sadon could so easily kill so many people. Is he really the greatest warrior or did the vibroblade just give him an edge? It's amazing that he's apparently a stronger fighter than these two huge generically engineered warriors.
>>2273588Maybe these two weren't geneticaly engineered to be warriors? Besides it was stated that the vibroblade was a much better weapon then the torchspears they used as regular weapons.
>>2273562>>2273580Can't we slip a tracker on her or something? Although being a techie she'd probably know about it
>>2273624Do the slave collars have trackers? We could theoretically just increase the range to a safe amount for her to go to the thal stones while we take care of our business.
>>2273624We can always use our Zeltron pheromones to make her more willing to come back to us. Something like, make it look that she is important to us or something.
>>2273639I think the other anon is asking about a way to track her without the slave collar.>>2273624We could put something on a communicator and give it to her. But i doubt we have the skill to do such thing or that she wouldn't check the device for a tracker. Hacna is lazy but she ain't stupid.
>>2273640>>2273643Could we give her some pretend busy work mission and have some arbitrary reward on her return? That way it looks like we trust her and she has an incentive to come back
>>2273598Wait. Remember how he was somehow able to deflect a blaster bolt with his sketchy lightsaber? That's usually a force sensitive trick. Maybe his gimmick is insane reflexes. I wonder what Amaza is freakishly good at. I'm thinking stealth.
>>2273650I would like to think that her reward for 'working' with us althought that was made followed by a threat is this visit to her planet.I think some good praise words that she did a good job and this is us rewarding her and a little application of our pheromone would be enough to tip the scale or her comming back to us in our favor.
>>2273662>Remember how he was somehow able to deflect a blaster bolt with his sketchy lightsaber? That was showed more like something he was capable to do thank to the kyber crystal on their torchspear. But i do agree that would require great reflex. Maybe you are right and his thing is rapid reflex. As for Amaza if we recall she almost managed to ambush us when we were in the cave. She would definetly be a wonderfull assassin.
>>2273671Could always arrange to go on a tour with her after our mission and arrange to meet somewhere she would appreciate.
>>2273447After a bit of back-and-forth with an unpleasant Sriluur customs official, Hacna gets permission to bring the Fury down from orbit. Most Weequay communication is conducted wordlessly, through the pheromones they exude from their skin - but that only works for members of the same clan. For all others, they speak in a language you only know as 'Weequay', but for which the people themselves have no name. It's not held in high regard even by the Weequay, who treat it like a necessary evil. Why they don't all simply learn Basic, you have no idea.Your ship sets down in the starport of Quay'kizac, a sleepy religious center that seems to suit the Weequay's peculiar spiritual needs. Hacna is thrilled with the choice, and you don't bother mentioning that you didn't choose it for her benefit. Your destination - 'Temptation Canyon', as it is known locally - lies halfway between this city and the sprawling capital of Meirm. Your presence here might raise a few hairless eyebrows, but there will be far fewer eyebrows to raise. The militia groups and Black Sun affiliates who run Sriluur alongside the Hutts stick to the main industrial cities, and you would like to avoid any such groups on this visit.Jevan and Sadon do as ordered and arm themselves with vibroblades and blasters from the ship's armory, which is one welcome change from Voss. The war-loving Weequay would have no issue with you walking around their bazaars with a thermal detonator in hand, if you had the desire to do so. Your group goes to the exit and waits for the ramp to lower onto the docking bay floor, when Hacna clears her throat behind you."Inquiry: no collar?" she asks. On past trips, you had put it on her before even leaving Voss. No doubt she was wondering when the inevitable was coming.You give her a slight smile. "I don't think we need that, do we?"Her eyes go wide with surprise, and she shakes her head furiously. "No. Do not need it."Do you send one of your guards along with her? The Weequay won't care about a human like Jevan walking around with a slave collar visible. If anything, they'll envy Hacna's apparent high position.
>>2273899Let's send Jevan with her. He could stand some exposure to other races.
>>2273899Jevan. Sriluur is a dangerous place. Plus this might be too much leniency too soon for Hacna.Hey Hurt, is this running style of several hours between updates gonna be the new norm? We used to have more frequent updates with our older sessions but either way is fine.
>>2273899>If anything, they'll envy Hacna's apparent high position.Well if you put it that way. Then send Jevan with her. It alow us a brief time with Sadon.
>>2273899Welp good bye pilot and engineer it was nice having you. I sure wish anons didn't let you lose on your home planet like idiots
>>2273945Chill dude. We're sending a guard with her who has already proven capable of keeping track of her. Maybe you should vote instead of just complaining.
>>2273945>my option didn't win so i'm gonna complaing about itDeal with it idiot. We are also sending someone armed to 'protect' her. This place is dangerous after all.
>>2273945Well I voted to do nothing, which given that>Or, you could take her slave collar offImplied she already had it on was a vote for keeping it on, putting it on? Anyway, I also don't think she will run away. I just through it would have been fun to parade her round her home world in a slave collar
>>2273899You send Jevan with Hacna on her pilgrimage through the city, along with whispered orders to keep a *very* close eye on her. He nods in understanding, showing some small sliver of the cunning his sister so regularly displays."He will watch her well," Sadon says to you as the pair departs the docking bay ahead of you. They cut a very unlikely pairing, and will likely draw even more eyes than you and Sadon. Two humans in the holy city of Quay'kizac is an annoyance, but a Weequay with a human slave making the rounds of the Thal stones is downright bizarre."We'll see," you say to him. This will be a good test of Jevan beyond his abilities to aim a blaster or swing a sword. And if he fails to keep a leash on her, well... Quay'kizac is not nearly so big a city as Meirm. Hacna would find it harder to lose herself here. You and Sadon leave the starport, exiting out onto the dusty streets of Quay'kizac's inner quarter. Even at the city center, the white-walled buildings are no more than a few stories tall. You're not sure whether that's out of some religious observance relating to the city's history, or if the Weequay simply don't have the wealth and industry to merit further expansion. In either case, it makes finding your way through the urban environs easier.The streets are largely empty, with only a few passing cruisers occasionally forcing you to the edges. The locals are almost entirely Weequay, with a few bulky Houk to break up the monotony. The muscle-bound, frog-faced creatures are a strangely common sight, more common than humans, even. If they chose up to set up a colony on Sriluur of all places, your low view of their intelligence will have dipped even lower.Your wandering gaze travels upward to the yellow horizon, and you are reminded of your first time on Tion when you flew through a sky just like it."Do you remember when you almost shot down my ship?" you say to Sadon.He cracks a good-natured smile and nods. "I almost got you."You grimace, turning away from him as you turn down another street. "Yes, you did.""Sorry," he offers up. It's clear he doesn't really mean it, and you wave your hand dismissively."I'm not mad," you say. "I wanted to ask about the weapons you shot at me with.""What about?" he wonders."Well, let's start with how you made them."
>>2274234After a moment of thought, Sadon launches into an awkward and ill-structured explanation of how his tribe cobbled together scavenged weapons from the various ruined cities and outposts they raided. It's clear from the way he describes the materials and processes that he doesn't really understand the science behind it, and you suspect others were more involved in the finer aspects of constructing a shoulder-mounted anti-aircraft weapon."Alright," you cut him off. "But how did you know how to build these things? Did someone show you?"He shrugs. "People know. Family shows them."You frown and shake your head, having hit what seems to be another dead end in your investigation of the clones. You had thought that maybe the Kyber crystal spears and blaster weaponry pointed to outside influence, but it seems that the knowledge to build these technologies was simply passed down from parent to children for generations. It had only been a few hundred years since Tion's destruction, and it is not inconceivable that such technical skills survived alongside the people themselves."Do you want me to show you?" he wonders, not understanding why you're asking him such minute details about his weapons so long after having seen them in action."No," you mutter before looking back at him. "I was just very impressed."
>>2274237>A brief proud smile flickers across his face, but he presses his lips together and looks straight ahead. The two of you continue on like that, until you've reached the edge of Quay'kizac and the low stone barrier wrapped around the small city. A parking lot of open-air cruisers sits just to the left of the rusted metal gates, flanked by a tent beneath which sits a Weequay guard. His right hand lies on the head of his guardian animal. A Raqour'dann, more commonly known as a Sriluur wolf. With a skeletal face and a rigid mane that terminates in a scorpion's tail, the beast looks like something out of a nightmare.You approach him, and he rises from his chair with a whispered order to his pet, which remains still. Its black eyes glare up at you, and you can feel the heat of its breath even from the good distance you keep between the two of you. Your Weequay guard looks only slightly less dangerous, with his force pike and splint-mail smock.R4-K4, which floats silently alongside you, is able to translate Weequay. Hopefully that will help you navigate what will likely be the most difficult part of your job on Sriluur - convincing the Weequay to allow you out of their city. The only public cruiser rental is meant for native pilgrims, and the Weequay do not like outsiders trampling over their holy ground. And like the Voss, *everything* is a holy ground. This river has a river spirit, that cave has a cave spirit - you find the attitude exhausting, but it's one you will have to engage diplomatically.How do you convince the guard to rent you a cruiser? The city walls are nearly low enough to hop over, but you can't exactly walk all the way to Temptation Canyon to make contact with your team. They are there undercover as a survey team checking for mineral deposits - openly Imperial, but not openly military. Given how every distinctive geographic location is considered holy to the Weequay, you're not sure if it would be better to specify your destination or leave it vague.That's all for tonight.
>>2273910>Hey Hurt, is this running style of several hours between updates gonna be the new norm?Yeah it'll be slower now, I started an OC quest on Akun that I'm splitting my writing time with.
>>2274245>, I started an OC quest on Akun that I'm splitting my writing time with.What's the quest i really enjoy your writting i might want to check it out.
>>2274261"What Rough Beast" by "Hurt"
>>2274275What do you think about writing there compared to here so far? It seems more writer-friendly but I've always hated the way chat works.
>>2274241Let's just tell him that we've been sent to make the survey team hurry up and finish their work more quickly. They're needed off planet ASAP. He'll probably appreciate the chance to get rid of outsiders sooner.
>>2274285>It seems more writer-friendly but I've always hated the way chat works.This pretty much sums it up. Being able to make edits is very nice, as is the 'Go Live' feature to notify people that you're currently writing.
>>2274241>How do you convince the guard to rent you a cruiser? Tell we are going to check on our personnel who didn't respond a message.
>>2274300My main issue with anonkun is I can't actually ever discuss things in depth since the chat makes my posts disappear in a minute with the constant wave of unrelated shitposting. Either that or nobody will post anything at all in the chat.
>>2274439Kas would tell you to use the topics but really, why go into a shitposting quest and try to start a serious discussion?
>>2274514Most every quest that has a decent sized playerbase just has a chat filled with unrelated discussion that moves too quickly to discuss choices very well. Maybe shitposting wasn't the right word.
>>2274245>>2274439>tfw just found out about AkunWell there goes my week
>>2274292This should work.>>2274245So you're running two separate quests at the same time? You should at least alternate days for each quest or something. Daily updates are nice but several hour sessions with frequent updates are way better for player participation.
I'm pretty stumped about how to keep investigating Jevan and Kalyans origin. Maybe we could find other wrecked ships on Tion that were shot down like us to see who else had been visiting the planet. But they could've been scavenged by the tribes by now. Maybe their transponder codes could be useful still.Maybe Sadon has some insight. Let's talk to him about what he knows about Amaza, Jevan, and Kalyan while we're alone. There's a decent chance we'll just have to get the info from Kalyan herself unfortunately.
>>2275507We cab always use our Zeltron pheromones to mess with Kaylan's head and make her more open to us
>>2275295Meh, you might be right. He should just do what he feels like though.>>2275516Our pheromone skill totally sucks man. We should only use it on weak-willed unintelligent people. Kalyan is neither of those. I would have preferred any other race over zeltron desu
>>2275537I mean that's we've done so far, we fucked it up once, but that doesn't mean we suck
>>2274245damn. that sucks. this quest was so fun and engaging and now it's crawling at a painfully slow pace.
>>2275704If he wants to drop an update in this quest in between updates of his other quest I'm cool with that. But yeah some real sessions again would be vastly preferable>>2275537Yeah I don't really see much point to it when we already have mind tricks but whatever. Sensing the emotional states of others is at least somewhat useful for diplomacy related stuff.
I wonder what Veredious would think about our guards. He could either see them as just more slaves or he could see it as a power play and a threat to him. Either way we should keep Jevan and Kalyans weirdness a secret from him.
>>2275704It's whatever his other quest is better then this one. I wouldn't be upset of he drops this one
>>2278925I disagree on all counts
Should I archive the thread? We're on page 8 in autosage.
The deed is done. Don't say I never did anything for you Hurt.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=A%20Fragile%20BalanceVote it up boys
>>2281686>>2281686>>2281686Thread #5 is up