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Hey, I'm an old /tg/ vet who's been lurking in hope of having a good SW quest, and since there haven't been any in a while to my knowledge I'm gonna do my own. I've read through a few, but advice will be appreciated.

Our tale starts a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

It is the year 50 bby, and the Galactic Republic is at peace. It has been at peace for hundreds of years now, and Force willing it will remain that way for a while longer. Some would argue that the galaxy has simply run out of conflicts, that every challenge that could be faced already has. Senators would smile and say that it was of course their ceaseless efforts in the Senate, that they anticipate and neatly sidestep any problems that might occur.

Most however would agree that such a long and abiding peace is at least partially a result of the Jedi Order's valiant efforts. Warriors and advisers in equal measure, the Order has served and protected the Republic since time immemorial. With Incredible powers, they stand as beacons of reason and serenity in the infinite darkness of space.

Across the galaxy, millions of people are born and die every second. Our story however, is only concerned with one such birth.

>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.

>On Tatooine, the entire homestead is rejoicing. Burly Mads and his boys are dragging all the tables out into the afternoon sun, and unless they're interrupted the free men and women of Krayt Peak will party long into the night. Easy births are rare on frontier worlds, after all.

>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.
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>>3792100
>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
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>>3792100
>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
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>>3792100
>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.
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>>3792100
>>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
i would choose Kaas, but i want to avoid a stalemate this early on, and Kuat was my second choice anyway
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>>>3792100
>Far away from most civilization, on the barren planet of Bralj 7, a bizzare and terrifying reaction occurs within the swamps of Zhenebek. Pulses of light and gurgling noises emante from within the bog's murky waters, scaring the local wildlife away. At last, a grotesque hand emerges from the sludge ominously.
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>>3792121
>>3792110
>>3792105
A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
Kuat it is.
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>>3792100
>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
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>>3792100
>>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.
Edge!
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It was very nearly a miscarriage, and were it not for your father's personal doctor you would never have survived past a month. Born sickly and frail, you are still the only child to grace Councillor Marriss' household. Still, your earliest memories are of his kind eyes looking down at you. You were too young to understand why, but your father soon became infamous among the other noble houses for his protectiveness, refusing all social visits until you were older and stronger.

Growing was difficult, and soon your best friends were doctors and nurses. You would cough blood and ate little, often requiring nutrient solutions rather than full meals.

Everything changed on the eve of your third birthday. It was worse than usual. You couldn't wake, trapped in a feverish state of semi-consciousness. You felt your heart slow and the breath leave your lungs. You were terrified, but remained enough awareness to feel your mind expand and brush against something else, something massive and incomprehensibly complicated.

You pulled at it, and pushed it into the sucking hole in your chest. Then you called your nanny, and got dressed for breakfast. All throughout the day you played with this strange new power, making the garden's flowers grow and wilt as your father watched, astonished.

>A month later, your home was visited by a tall bearded man, with a deep voice.

>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.
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>>3792100
>>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
this sounds interesting, been too long since a good star wars quest came along
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>>3792159
>>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.
more DRAMA
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>>3792159
>>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.

we aint gonna be no jedi agri-core cuck
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>>3792159
>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.

I always liked overprotective parents trope. Shame no doting mother.
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>>3792159
>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.
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>>3792159
>>A month later, your home was visited by a tall bearded man, with a deep voice.
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>>3792167
of course we are gonna be a hero, we already have half the orphan trope down and we are rich
with the will of the force we will become, BATJEDI
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>>3792175
Billionair Kuati-playboy by day
Crimefighter at night
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let the cloistered upbringing begin.

allow me to write.
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>>3792193
We are such a social recluse will be complimenting people by saying that they have healthy looking complexion and that they look well nourished.
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And so your early life continued, albeit with less medication necessary. You quickly became adept at strengthening yourself with what your father called "the Force." (Though such strength was quick to fade.) Your father also returned to his seat on the Kuati Council of Lords, having neglected his duties somewhat in your early life.

Your studies continued as well, graduating from the very basics of numeracy and literacy into more advanced topics, such as philosophy and civility to prepare you for your later responsibilities.

Unfortunately as you grew older, the stifling nature of your upbringing became more and more apparent until one day overcome with frustration you decided to sneak outside. You enjoyed your time spent in the gardens, but even they were walled off and deliberately cultivated by a small army of gardeners. You wanted to see proper nature, and with the bravado reserved only for the very young, you decided that the best way to do so would be to wander into the woods surrounding your family estate.

The most you'd have to look out for is the gamekeepers, and even then you'd get a telling off at worst.

You weren't expecting to find ruins... Nor for them to be so alluring. Great stone pillars rise from the ground, covered in moss and vines. Past those is a stone archway, with a set of stairs going deep underground.

You could swear, as your vision twists sideways and your mind reopens to the force, that you hear someone whisper your name.

>Who are You?

Current established details :Kuati Human Male.
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>>3792236
I swear I put it down, but you're twelve currently.
must have accidentally deleted it.
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>>3792236
Azerbaijan
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>>3792236
Reyrem Barnbart
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>>3792236
Are you asking for a name? If so, how about Kadwyn? Dunno about a last name.
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>>3792236
To clarify, yes I am asking for a name. And you already have a last name.
Mariss.
sorry.
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>>3792249
I support Kadwyn
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>>3792249
Kadwyn is bettter +1
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I'll cut the voting here, seems you guys have made a decision.
A reasonable one, and I have to admit I was worried that you'd name the character after a middle eastern country accused of human rights violations.
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>>3792262
>name the character after a middle eastern country accused of human rights violations.
Nevermind the human rights shit, those guys take baths in crude oil
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You are Kadwyn Mariss, Scion to a Kuati noble line.

Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.

You're well educated and highly literate, fluent in Basic and Kuati.

You're polite, but have almost no social experience. You'd likely come off as awkward or a bit strange.

Your command of the force is strong, especially for one so young. You know little, but the one thing you do know is quite a trick. Forcing the body to persist when it should fail will be useful in the years to come.

"Kadwyn..."

It is time for the first of many adventures.

The tomb, (for that's what it must be) sinks deep into the ground and fades into darkness, but you are not scared. Where one might expect to feel trepidation, there is only a nostalgic feeling. Like coming home.

>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>It's the adventure that pushes you forwards, The thrill of going somewhere and doing something unthinkable.
>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.
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>>3792285
>>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
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>That is why you take the first step.
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>>3792285
>>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.
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>>3792285
>>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>>It's the adventure that pushes you forwards, The thrill of going somewhere and doing something unthinkable.
not mutually exclusive
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>>3792285
>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.
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>>3792285
>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>>3792295
Pick one. They close but not the same.
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>>3792285
>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
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Curious and barely functional, the perfect balance.

Writing.
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You take the stairs down, a hand on the wall so you stay balanced. It quickly turns, becoming a spiral staircase that goes a good dozen metres or so straight down.

Eventually, the floor evens out and you're left staring into the darkness.

"Kadwyn..."

Or not so darkness perhaps. Right as you take the first step off the floor, the room in front of you lights up like Founders Night. Braziers leap into flame and the long hall is revealed to you.

The tomb consists of a single long chamber, with lines of statues on either side. They're modelled after hooded figures, kneeling in supplication to some unknown entity.

At the end of a tunnel is an old door, you can't quite see how to open it, but there is an inscription in archaic Aurubesh that you can just about make out.

-as strong in the -ce, both [unreadable] coveted him. Prove yourself equal.

"open it..."

>maybe there's something you can use as a lever nearby?
>It's a big door, but everyone knows jedi can move stuff.
>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]
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>>3792387
>>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]
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>>3792387
>>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]
did we achieve this due to the path we chose at the beginning? all that learning paid of!
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shoulda guessed.

essentially how this works is int usually just gives you more specific detail on stuff, but occasionally the stuff you've got will give you different options.
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>>3792387
>It's a big door, but everyone knows jedi can move stuff.
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You search up and down the doorframe, checking around for a... well anything weird really. Sure you might have been able to move it with your mind or something, but that sounds really tough and you'd rather not exert yourself if you can avoid it.

Eventually you find a small hole in the wall nearby, it goes quite deep and you can't see the end of it, but a quick trip outside to find a sufficiently long stick vindicates you in your search.

The hole clicks as you remove the stick, and you hear a very old sounding motor rumbling to life. Feeling a bit smug, you move into the next room.

This room seems to be the end of the line, it's just as long as the other, but bulges out and rounds at the end, forming a circular chamber of some sort. In the chamber is a large statue of an armored figure wearing an imposing mask.

There is a set of small stairs leading up to an altar or something, maybe a stone coffin? Which is in front of the statue. The pull is stronger now, and you can hear faint whispers coming from the altar/coffin.

There's more statues ringing the outside of the chamber, each with a different mask.

A shiver runs up your neck, and you feel watched.

>Inspect the statues first.
>Check out the altar first. Despite how creepy it is, this place still feels safe. Like home.
>write in.
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>>3792430
>>Inspect the statues first.
It feels like we are about to learn a shout
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>>3792430
>Inspect the statues first.

If we feel safe in this tomb, then this place must be the family crypt...I hope.
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>>3792430
>Check out the altar first. Despite how creepy it is, this place still feels safe. Like home.
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alright, inspect the statues.
writing
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[this'll probably be my last update tonight, I'll be back in a few hours.]

You walk around the chamber, taking another look at each of the statues. Whoever made these was clearly exceptionally skilled, and they're all immaculate, no cracks or anything. In fact upon closer inspection this entire room is perfectly clean. The other chamber was dusty and the stone floor was cracked.

Far more interesting though is the details on the statue themselves. Each and every one of them is wearing some kind of ornate armour under their robes. The only common thread is their pose both hands clasped together in supplication. Then there's the masks. They all have a T-shaped visor, but have different patterns apart from that. On one of them, you can still see a bit of faded red paint.

For a second you're worried, before hit with a a wave of that same nostalgia from before.

Right, yeah. Safe. there's nothing here that can hurt you.

You walk up the steps to the altar, and brush a layer of dust off the top. More Aurubesh, but this is so worn that you can barely make out individual letters, let alone full words.

[unreadable] -ies D-rt- -xas La-t of t- -evanc-st-

"Please, You know what to do."

>open it
>Open It
>OPEN IT
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>>3792545
>resist the urge to open it
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>>3792545
>resist the urge to open it
lol
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>>3792545
>>OPEN IT
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>>3792545
>OPEN IT
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>>3792545
>>OPEN IT
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>>3792545
>OPEN IT

what's in the box!
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>>3792545
>OPEN IT
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>>3792545
A Holocron?
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>>3792545
>>resist the urge to open it
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>>3792621
Big gay. BIG GAY!
[unreadable] -ies D-rt- -xas La-t of t- -evanc-st-
Here lies Darth -xas Last of the -evanc-st-
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>>3792545
>OPEN IT
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>>3792631
Here lies Darth -xas Last of the Revanchists
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>>3792631
Maybe he will be happy at being set free?
More likely he'll be mad for desecrating his grave =/
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>>3792545
>DEW IT
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revanchist
adjective
re·vanch·ist | \ rə-ˈvän-shist \
Definition of revanchist (Entry 1 of 2)
: of or relating to a policy designed to recover lost territory or status : of or relating to a revanche
also : advocating or fighting for the recovery of lost territory or status

revanchist noun
\ rə-ˈvän-shist \
plural revanchists
Definition of revanchist (Entry 2 of 2)
: one who advocates or fights for the recovery of lost territory or status : one who advocates a policy of revanche

So this guy was trying to rebuild the order of the Sith, I presume? Mayhaps the Sith Empire itself.
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>>3792714
Methinks it's a reference to Revan. Y'know. Popular musician of the famous space pirates "Nights in the alt republic"?
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>>3792745
I know, but when it's an actual word it makes sense to look at it.
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>>3792545
>Open It
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>>3792762
Good cantina tunes have nothing to do with reviving ancient domains.
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>>3792545
>OPEN IT
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>>3792545
>OPEN IT
we sith gang now
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dear qm, don't succumb to the curse
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>>3792545
open ... it ...?
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I have returned
and I will write.
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>>3793287
yay, anonymous is back!
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sorry, lost my name
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You push at the stone coffin lid, straining to uncover whatever might be within as the voice whispers encouragement in your ear. But it is heavy stone, and you were never the strongest boy around. Your breathing is heavy, and the voice stops while you lean against the altar.

Then you gather yourself and try again.

This time though you reach into the force, pulling energy from your surroundings and into your body. Weak limbs flex and strain as you lift the lid, and for a single terrifying moment you swear you can feel your arms bending, then you push one last time, and it is over.

Massaging your arms, you take a look inside the coffin. There's no actual body inside, strangely, just disturbed earth and a small canvas bag, marked with strange symbols. This definitely isn't Aurebesh.

>Inside is a black cylindrical object you recognise as a lightsaber, though it's incredibly old.
>Inside is a silver mask, with a human face and metal sigils.
>inside is a small pyramid, which sputters and glows blue.
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Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3793299
Uhhhh
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>>3793299
>inside is a small pyramid, which sputters and glows blue.
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>>3793299
>blue pyramid
HOLOCRON
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a decisive choice is made.
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>>3793319
yeah, >>3793300 the force made its will known to us pretty clearly
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It's... glowing?

The pyramid is small and made of a strange crystal that you don't recognise. It's also cracked, now that you look at it a bit closer, and sparks occasionally while the glow ebbs and grows.

"I wouldn't bother with that, it's quite broken."

You spin, jumping as the voice from before makes itself known again. It's clearer now, and you can make out the aristocratic tone. If you had to describe it, you'd say it sounded a bit smug.

Far more important however, is the softly glowing figure in front of you. He's tall, and most likely human. Although you can't really see it through the mask. He's also wearing the same armour and robe combination on each of the statues. Though his mask has eye holes rather than a visor.

"You..." He stops, tilting his head. "Can you actually see me?"

You don't really know how to answer that, beyond simply nodding.

"Hmm... Well isn't that a stroke of luck."

He stops for a second, before pacing back and forth across the chamber floor while you gather yourself.

You remember your father's lessons, now would be a great moment to take control of the conversation and get some answers. And you are just bursting with questions aren't you?

>what is your first question for this strange man?
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>>3793350
Who are you?
What is this place?
How did you get here?
What do you mean stroke of luck?
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>>3793350
>are you a jedi?

most people dont know what sith are, so this is an obvious question
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>>3793350
Why is it strange that I can see you?
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>>3793354
>>3793356
>>3793364
I've got to do some shopping, if you could pick one of these in the next half hour or so that'd move things along nicely.
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>>3793364
Let's go with this one
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>>3793364
Let's lead with this
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>>3793366
Your handle us very familiar... I feel like I have seen it before
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>>3793378
He said he was an old /tg/ user
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>>3793378
>>3793383
I'm doing this after binging all of Machine Minds quest. that might explain it.

>>3793364
this one then I guess.
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There's a second or two of furious thought as you try to wrangle your thoughts back into order. Who is this guy? How did he get in behind you, you might be sickly, but your ears still work just fine.

Then your mind does what it does best, and starts pulling at things that don't make sense. He asked if you could see him... Why wouldn't you be able to see him?

"Why's it strange that I can see you?"

He stops, before tilting his head back and laughing. "By the force, you really don't know about any of this do you?" Then you feel something pushing at your mind. "Haven't even got any shields up." He falls back and leans on the edge of the coffin, adjusting his robe. "I've been dead for ages boy, I don't know how long. But definitely for a while."

You shake your head in disbelief, and point an accusing finger at him. "Nonsense, you're standing right there."

He's clearly taken aback by this, and puts his hand on his hips before answering. "Spoken with the certainty of a Jedi master, yet utterly wrong. I was slain at the very culmination of the second Great Sith War, by the Hero of Tython. Trust me, i was there." He chuckles bitterly before his eyes seem to glaze, reminiscing on the distant past. "He was a good man, and a worthy foe. In another time we could've been friends."

The sheer certainty in his words makes it difficult to believe, but a quick look at his posture reveals the truth. He's not leaning on the tomb, but rather an inch or so above it. He's not standing either, but floating very close to the ground.

Your confusion must have shown on your face, because he tilts his head and waves his hand for you to speak up.

"I don't quite understand, how is any of that possible."

"Through the Force." He says. "Many things are possible..." He scratches at the side of his neck, clearly deep in thought. Then he turns to you, and you can feel the determination coming off of him in waves. "I am Darth Rexas, The Emperor's Wrath. Tell me your name NOW."

>Refuse on principle, you are the heir to one of Kuat's oldest Noble houses.
>Just do it holy shit.
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>>3793395
>Just do it holy shit.
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>>3793395
>Just do it holy shit.
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>>3793395
>Just do it holy shit.
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>>3793397
>>3793398
>>3793400
The expected response.
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>>3793395
>We already did old man. You are so old that you already forgot?
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>>3793395
>refuse on principle
>remember he introduced himself
>etiquette demands we reciprocate with our own introduction.
>perform etiquete.exe
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A part of you squawks in indignation, but it's quickly quashed and muzzled by your survival instinct. In the face of such a being, who radiates power... well there was only ever going to be one response.

Still, you inject as much false confidence as you can into your voice, standing straight as you answer. "Kadwyn, Kadywn Meriss. Son of Lord Barristan Meriss."

He hums to himself, before crossing his arms and leaning over you. "I know we didn't win, in the end. Not after the Jedi slew me. but it is obvious some of my order survived. Tell me boy, do you know of Revan? The Galaxy's saviour? What of the Sith Empire, did we at least survive?"

You don't know any of those things, the names keep coming, and the spirit seems to grow more and more desperate as they go. It is not long before the spectre turns silent, and you see him for what he truly is. A relic of a bygone age.

"You truly know nothing of the Sith?"

You shake your head. He inhales, then turns to you with rage in his eyes. "Good! GOOD! Those slaves to desire deserve to be forgotten! I would have revolutionised the Empire were it not for their treachery!" Then he slowly steps towards you, arms outstretched. "But I have not been forgotten... Tell me boy, you clearly know of the force. Even diminished as I am, I can sense your reliance on it. But you have only begun to scratch the surface. I cannot allow the ways of my people to die and you must learn control. Would you be my apprentice?"

You're stunned by the offer, but wary of this spirit and it's unknown ways. "Do I have a choice?"

He stands tall, and addresses you with utmost seriousness. "That is my first lesson to you, you always have a choice. Sometimes the alternative to assent will be shameful or painful, but the Force is a means to freedom. Freedom is the ability to choose."

>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
> You require more time to think on this, and research to do on these Sith. Try as he might to ignore it, you've seen his eyes stray to the pyramid several times now, you can only guess it's important to him. It could be used as leverage if he tries to stop you. (Keep your options open.)
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>>3793413
>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
We can research these 'sith' on the side, but this is at least something to do for a few years, considering we've been cooped in the house non-stop.
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>>3793413
>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
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>>3793418
+1
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>>3793418
2nded
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>>3793413
>You require more time to think on this, and research to do on these Sith. Try as he might to ignore it, you've seen his eyes stray to the pyramid several times now, you can only guess it's important to him. It could be used as leverage if he tries to stop you. (Keep your options open.)
I don't like this guy tbqh
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>>3793413
>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
this wont end well, but fuck it lets do dis
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>Power so strong that you thought we were a myth.
>How's that for the return of the Sith.

Time to write.
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[probably gonna be my last update for today, I've got some stuff to do.]

"I'd be honoured to learn from you... uh Sir."

He starts nodding even before you've finished, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Refer to me as Lord Rexas, I dislike the term Master. Take the bauble with you, it no longer functions but may yet be useful. I must admit, I am ready to leave this place."

You examine the pyramid, attempting to divine it's purpose. "What is it?"

The Lord's breath hitches, before returning to his usual dismissive tone. "A belonging of mine, shattered by whoever stole my body and grave goods. I may speak more of it later." He keeps his hand on your shoulder and walks you back towards the entrance, scratching the side of his neck as he does so.

[He seems to do that when worried, you notice.]

Distressingly you hear begin to hear voices upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, voices you recognise. it's Bam, and his daughter Aola, they work for your father as forest wardens and gamekeepers. They're both friendly enough in passing, but you don't know either of them particularly well. [They work Outside after all.] You think back, and you're pretty sure you heard your father congratulating her on her fifteenth birthday a year or so back. That'd put her at about 16 now to your twelve.

"No way, he's not stupid. Going somewhere that dusty'd be a death sentence with his lungs."
"Which is why we have to check, girl."

You hear a foot hit stone, and realise you've got a few seconds to figure your next move. You turn and look around the chamber, panicking slightly as your new instructor is nowhere to be seen. If they catch you, father will be particularly displeased.

>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.
>[You're not much of an impressionist, but the Greater Kuati Cave Bear has a very distinctive growl you might manage.]
>You could always just beg, it's hard to say no to a crying sickly twelve year old.
>Can't you use the force.
>LEG IT.
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>>3793520
>>[You're not much of an impressionist, but the Greater Kuati Cave Bear has a very distinctive growl you might manage.]
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>>3793520
>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.
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>>3793520
>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.
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>>3793520
>Call out to them that we are going
>FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!
No like really dad will be mad that all
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>>3793551
+1
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>>3793551
Eh, fuck it. I'll support. It'll be easier than hiding and getting caught. Just say we wanted to go exploring.
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>>3793563
>>3793569
What he is going to do? Ground us? XD
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>>3793520
>Can't you use the force.

ya a wizard harry
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>>3793551
Support.
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>>3793520
>>Can't you use the force.
use the force, Kadwyn
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>>3793520
>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.
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>>3793551
support
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>>3793551
This is the CHAD choice
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>>3792274
I mean, Naftalan crude is largely unsuitable for any other purpose, so it's not really a flaunting of wealth or anything.
>>3792285
>Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.
Space Elric?
Space Elric.
Fuck yeah.
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I'm back, and you have decided to go 100% chad by just announcing your presence and taking responsibility.

Lord Rexas will remember this.
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>>3792285
>Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.
>Your command of the force is strong, especially for one so young. You know little, but the one thing you do know is quite a trick. Forcing the body to persist when it should fail will be useful in the years to come.
The rise of Darth Sion!
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>>3795099
>just announcing your presence and taking responsibility
I like it. Yeah, lets play a confident (with an arrogant streak?) protagonist for a change.
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>>3794679
>flaunting of wealth or anything
Did I imply that? I just find it really weird that people would decide to bathe in literal crude oil.
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You think first to hide behind one of the statues, but then the aristocratic haughtiness comes back full force, smarting after your conversation with Rexas. To hell with it, you are the heir to a legacy of dignity and strength. If father is so terribly displeased then he ought to have kept a better eye on you.

You step into the light and start climbing the stairs, calling out as you do. "Good afternoon warden."

Two heads lean over the edge of the stairway, both quite shocked. Bam is a tall, thin Nautolan looking for all the world like someone had stretched him vertically. He's wearing a fairly simple set of tan forester's gear, though he has a badge with your family's seal on his shoulder.

Aola couldn't be more different from her father, being short and muscular. You assume she takes after her mother. You've never really talked though, so you're not quite sure how she'll act.

"OI! what are you doin' down there!" Given her father's calm temperament, she definitely
must take after her mother. You can see her father giving her a stony look.

You stop and take a breath before you answer, about halfway up the stairs. "I'm exploring, it was getting a bit stuffy in the manor."

"So you thought you'd go exploring burial mounds eh boy?" Bam says, his large eyes blinking slowly. "You alright down there? No one been in this place for a long time." He extends his hand as you reach the top and you take it, allowing him to help you up the last few steps.

"I had to stretch my legs, you know how it is." You take a deep breath, still a bit winded. "Besides, it's as you said. No one's been here in a while. Perfectly safe."

"Ya father won' agree"

You cross your arms and shrug in response, before the three of you head back towards the manor.

"So find anything cool down there?" Aola elbows you lightly in the shoulder as you walk, nudging you to get your attention. "Or just old rocks."

>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.
>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.
>There's some cool old statues, most of them aren't even broken!
>Write In.
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>>3795155
>Write In
>"Found this huge Kuati Cave bear. Made friends with it with my blinding smiles & snacks. Managed to teach it how to dance too."
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>>3795155
>>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.
though
>There's some cool old statues, most of them aren't even broken!
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>>3795155
>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.
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>>3795158
>>3795155
for the joke, i just can't resist
then this for real>>3795161
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>>3795155
>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.
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>>3795155
>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.
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>>3793534
>>3795185
>ID changed
Fuck me.
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>>3795164
This then, I'll get to it.
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You turn to Aola while her father stops to talk into a communicator. Most likely telling father you've been found.

"Oh you know, bugs, rats and a cave bear. Nothing special." You give her a grin before continuing. "No nothing cool like that, you don't have to worry. There were some statues though, they were pretty cool."

"Statues huh?" She doesn't look particularly impressed. "Not really my kind of thing, unless they were statues of like, cool giant monsters or something." Your journey continues with some light conversation, but soon after you're back in the manor grounds. Your father is waiting for you by the front steps.

He's tall, with greying hair and a haughty demeanour. Most of his face is dominated by hair, a bushy moustache that links up with his mutton chops and sideburns. He's wearing his smoking jacket and trousers currently, no doubt having been roused from his office or the lounge. It's fairly late in the day, so you shouldn't have interrupted anything that important.

The first words out of his mouth, as usual are "Are you alright?" Those, or a similar phrase ought to be the header of your biography, given how commonly you hear it. You simply nod, and he responds in kind.

A man of few words as ever, he simply gives the warden and his daughter a nod before turning and asking you to follow. "Walk with me." You give them a nod as well before turning, which Aola seems to find rather amusing.

The manor is a particularly impressive one even by Kuati standards, a three story building of marble and wood in the traditional style, though stone does give way to carpeted floors on the upper levels.

Father is silent for most of the trip as he leads you back towards your chambers, which in of itself is not so unusual, he's a man of few words, rather legendary for it in fact.

1/2
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>>3795298
You sit down on an armchair in your lounge and wait while he fetches the various hypos and tablets needed for your body to keep functioning. You've already had the arguments over it of course, why keep wasting money on treatments that don't do anything? Your father neither likes the force, nor trusts it though, so they continue. They do make it easier though, the force is tiring to draw on. Speaking of tiring... You let out a heavy yawn and stretch in your chair. You could swear you didn't spend that long in the tomb, but you can already see the sun going down through the windows.

"Don't fall asleep yet son." Right on queue, you feel a hand grab onto your arm holding it steady while the injector is pressed to your shoulder. He keeps speaking, a somewhat morose look on his face as he swaps out the capsules for the injector. "I'm very disappointed Kadwyn. You know you're not supposed to leave the manor."

>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
>You've got the force keeping you up. It'll take more than some dust to hurt you.
>You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.
>[You're not entirely sure it was your fault. Rexas could speak into your mind after all. Maybe you should tell him what you found.]
>Write In.
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>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
I won't live my whole life trapped in the manor.
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>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
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>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
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>>3795300
We can see our mistakes
> Be apologetic. Father greatly cares about us and was worried. Whole staff probably was searching for us.
For the reason go with that we are cupped up here
> You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.
And on what we found
> Definitely share with father all we found and learn people we met in our little adventure.
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>>3795300
>You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.
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>>3795300
>>You've got the force keeping you up. It'll take more than some dust to hurt you.
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>>3795315
Nah dude, we definitely shouldn't tell father we found a motherfucking Sith Lord. He probably knows history well enough to know what they are.
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>>3795303
>>3795307
>>3795309
>Kuati Child with Rabies "I am Becoming Stronger"
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>>3795300
>Father, how should one go about researching a subject that was forgotten, or perhaps deliberately hidden, if they do not want to gain any unwanted attention?
>[You're not entirely sure it was your fault. Rexas could speak into your mind after all. Maybe you should tell him what you found.]
Might as well get our dad who is less than enthusiastic about the whole force business to help us get documented without getting found out and blunder about, and tell him we are now kind of a apprentice - and perhaps try and introduce him to our new Master. It is the proper thing to do and he is our Father. He should know about this- meds are not really helping and our intuitive grasp of the force barely gets us going.
A proper teacher might show us the path to fortify our body to normalcy.
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>>3795353
>>3795303
>>3795307
>>3795309
Not that being a bit childish about this is not IC, but i think we can do a bit more mature and continue to go full Chad, and tell our father about what we got ourselves into- and our aims to cultivate it under proper guidance, while having him as a counterbalance to a ghost of the past, and his perspective on things.
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>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
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>>3795353
>The only reason kid is alive because force keeps him somehow alive
>"I am stronger!" coughs up blood
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>>3795348
And? What he is going to do?
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>>3795404
Yeah, I don't get it either.
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>>3795348
We're going to learn sith alchemy to make our body stronger, right?
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You shake your head and grimace as the medicine clouds your mind. Before "You always say I can do it when I'm stronger, well I'm stronger now. I'm not even sniffling!"

The ends of his mouth turn upward, and he places a hand on your head. "I know that now, but if you felt that way, then tell me." His smile fades as he hands you the immuno booster tablets, signifying the end of your daily ritual. "It's about more than just your health. I have many enemies, and you're still only a boy."

He stands up, placing the injector in it's case. "I'm telling the nurses and the wardens to keep an eye out, no more of this. It was a betrayal of my trust." He grimaces, before stroking his beard. "But I understand if you feel lonely or bored. The Lokk family has a boy about your age. Normally you'd be introduced by now." The reason why you weren't is both obvious and unspoken.

He looks at you, clearly expecting a response. You start, but are distracted by the weight of the pyramid in your pocket.

>I'd like that.
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.

>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?

Gonna leave this for an hour or so, to give you guys some time to think about it.
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>>3795443
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.
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>>3795443
>I'd like that
I can smell the character development and future plot hooks
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>>3795443
>>I'd like that.
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>>3795443
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.

>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?
Yes and everything
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>>3795469
He distrusts the force, why in hell would we tell him about a potential sith ruin?
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>>3795443
>"I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind."
>"Why can't I play with Aola?"
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>>3795481
If You don't trust your only family member that loves you over everything you already fucked up.

Dad got credits. He can provide materials we would need for training. Good luck geting shit we nead witchout him getting suspicious.

And what can he do about force ghost in our head? Call jedi that will take away his precious son?

Also our master doesn't seem to be of RETARDED EVIL alignment so it's all good.
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>>3795481
>sith
>"What the fuck is Sith?"
-Our character
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>>3795498
i agree so far, the part about retarded evil doesn't mean much tho, telling the truth isn't something sith are known for
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>>3795443
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.
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>>3795443
>>I'd like that.

Lets keep the lid on for now. We can tell him later
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>>3795512
while true, a non retarded sith probably would not randomly lie if there was no benefit in doing so
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I see no reason to reveal EVERYTHING right now. Tell about finding the tomb and ask dad if he knew about it.
Yes, we're bored, not lonely. We're also curious, so maybe he can provide us with sources of archaeological information on the tomb and whatnot.
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>>3795443
>I'd like that.
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>>3795443
>I'd like that.

>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?
Yes. Everything.
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>I'd like that. locked in.

Since there's a bit of unclearness.

>Tell him everything.
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
>Nah, we good.
20 mins to vote.
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>>3795582
>>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
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>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
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>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
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>>3795582
>Tell him everything.
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>>3795582
>Tell him everything
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>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
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Subtlety and diplomacy win the day.
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>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
Don't want to blow our cover too early
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>>3795582
>Nah, we good.
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>>3795632
BOOOOOOO!
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You give it some thought, and eventually nod in assent. "I'd like that." You're only half paying attention though, and it's only as father turns to head out that you find the nerve to ask him about the tomb. "Did Bam tell you about the ruins I found? Out in the forest?"

His brow furrows, but he nods in assent. "Yes, why?"

You purse your lips in thought, perhaps it might not be best to tell your dad all of what happened. At least until you talk with Lord Rexas more.

"I was wondering if you knew anything about them. The statues all looked really old, and they looked kind of Jedi-ey."

He shrugs, then strokes his beard again while he answers. "Nothing comes to mind immediately. They're on our holdings, so they must have been surveyed at some point. I'll be a bit busy over the next few days, but I'm sure there'll be something in the family archives if you're that interested."

You thank him for sharing and he goes back to his office, though not before promising to have a meal sent up. You lay back in your chair and wait, fiddling with the device you brought back from the tomb. Most of it's cracked and broken, but it still glows from within.

>Push at it, try to figure out how it workx.
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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>>3795696
>>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

If it's broke don't fuck with it.
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>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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>>3795696
>>Push at it, try to figure out how it workx.
we must have more power
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>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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>>3795696
>>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.
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You chuck it from one hand to the other, then put it in a drawer that slides out from under the table. You eat, then head to bed.

The next day is as boring as most. Lessons in politics, philosophy and math in the morning alongside composition and a bit of recent history. Nothing too strenuous. It's when your last instructor sends you away that the day really starts. All morning you've been waiting to finally take a look at the archives, to start finding the solution to this incredible mystery.

The archive room is rather large, containing both data servers and several shelves of actual books. There's a terminal over in one corner, and plenty of couches to sit on in your search for answers.

Those very answers turn out to be less than satisfying. Your father was right, the ruins had been surveyed before by house Meriss. Unfortunately, the excavator's report states they had supposedly found nothing of value, and were unable to breach the door. Strange, considering how easily it opened for you.

"Of course they couldn't open the door. The tomb itself turns away those it finds wanting."

And Lord Rexas is back, you hope that appearing behind you doesn't become a habit. You've had more than enough sudden shocks for one life. He crosses his arms and groans as he stares at the report's title. "Unknown Ruins... Hmph. I was hoping it'd be your clan that stole my belongings. It's strange being so far from my body."

His masked face turns back to you, then he lets out a sharp exhalation. "And of course, you might have more success with a few artefacts to meditate on."

>Two questions, you get two questions.
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>>3795806
>How do I make my body stronger?
>How do I use the Force?
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>>3795818
Seconding
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>>3795806
What he thinks we should focus on?
What we can do to improve communication between us?
>>3795818
>"Eat plenty of food, work out"
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>>3795837
>and study alchemy
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>>3795854
We have no idea what sith, the force etc is and our first question is about sith alchemy?

>>3795818
I'll support this
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>>3795867
>We have no idea what sith, the force etc is and our first question is about sith alchemy?
read the chain
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>Oh master, teach me the secret of GAINS
>How to Force good.
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>>3795881
>>3793413

>He hums to himself, before crossing his arms and leaning over you. "I know we didn't win, in the end. Not after the Jedi slew me. but it is obvious some of my order survived. Tell me boy, do you know of Revan? The Galaxy's saviour? What of the Sith Empire, did we at least survive?"

>You don't know any of those things, the names keep coming, and the spirit seems to grow more and more desperate as they go. It is not long before the spectre turns silent, and you see him for what he truly is. A relic of a bygone age.

>"You truly know nothing of the Sith?"

>You shake your head. He inhales, then turns to you with rage in his eyes. "Good! GOOD! Those slaves to desire deserve to be forgotten! I would have revolutionised the Empire were it not for their treachery!" Then he slowly steps towards you, arms outstretched. "But I have not been forgotten... Tell me boy, you clearly know of the force. Even diminished as I am, I can sense your reliance on it. But you have only begun to scratch the surface. I cannot allow the ways of my people to die and you must learn control. Would you be my apprentice?"
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>>3795818
This.
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>>3795885
>"I don't know kid ask your nutritionist"
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>>3795818
Supportin
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>>3795886

>>3795837
>>"Eat plenty of food, work out"

>>3795854
>>3795837
>>and study alchemy
He was adding onto the prior post, not suggesting it as a question.
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>>3795867
That being said, I absolutely would love to become an alchemist, just not when we have no clue what alchemy even is.
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>>3795904
I'm quite sure our character understand concept of alchemy
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>>3795909
>alchemy
>sith alchemy
???
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>>3795913
Yes they are two different things
Thanks for the (you)?
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>>3795909
I'm quite sure that our character is fully capable of comprehending Sith Alchemy. I am also quite sure, given that were are a noble scion on a planet renowned for it's factories and star-ship production that we have some grounding in both traditional chemistry, physics and engineering. What we have never had a formal education is basically anything force related Sith legends tend to be suppressed by the Jedi, so I have little idea as to how we would even know that combining the force with chemistry is a thing. That being said, as soon as we can I would like to start learning Alchemy.
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"You said before that I could use the Force before, that I'd barely even started." You look around briefly, suddenly very wary of servants overhearing. "What do I do next? What can I do?"

He sits down next to you, and you watch as branches and leaves start growing on the wooden table before turning to dust. One bright green leaf floats in a beautiful arc across to you, and lands neatly on your datapad.

Rexas looks you in the eye, not breaking contact for a second. "The question is not what you can do, my apprentice. The question, is if there is anything you cannot do..." He stands up and gestures with both arms to the room around you. "I'm dead, and yet here I stand. In life, I was the second most powerful being in existence and led armies across the galaxy. I was, in terms of pure lightsaber skill, the greatest duellist one could find. The unrivalled master of Terentatek Style."

He stops and seems to regain himself, pointing a gloved finger at you. "There will be differences between us, surely. I was one of the many who did not receive visions of the future for example, you may be different. By the time I am done as your teacher, you will be the mightiest Force user in this galaxy, mark my words."

You can't help but be inspired by his rhetoric, he still technically hasn't answered your question though. "But how do I learn it."

He simply shrugs and crosses his arms. "If you were younger I'd start with general philosophy, but you already have teachers for that and I don't want to waste my time going over things you've already learnt. I will teach you in the afternoons. You'll need to clear a space somewhere but I think you can manage that easily enough."

tbc
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>>3795904
Totally agree
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>>3795931
>I will teach you in the afternoons. You'll need to clear a space somewhere but I think you can manage that easily enough.

> "I want spend my afternoon alone in closed room. I want no one to disturb me. Ignore the noises"
>"Ah, young master is at THAT age already"
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>>3795931
"At it's most base, usage of the Force is simply learning to exert one's will. The force is everywhere, and receptive to the wishes of those who can hear it. It requires determination and control, and an ungodly strength of will, but your reward for learning to master the Force is freedom, true freedom. You might fail, and you wouldn't be the first." He raises one hand, wobbling it in the air. "It is a delicate balancing act."

You look down, adjusting your shirt as a particularly nasty thought comes to mind. Rexas notices, and tilts his head before asking "Is something the matter, initiate?"

"I'm..." You start, not quite wanting to verbalise the thought. "I'm not strong though, I should be dead. I got a fever once when I was a bit younger and it nearly killed me." His response is brutal, and entirely to the point.

"So you're going to sit around whining about it? Strength isn't something you have, it's something you cultivate, and it takes many forms. You're weak in body yes, and we're going to have to find a way of fixing that, but until we do you'll just have to compensate in other ways. You're already halfway there."

"What do you mean?"

He laughs, and pokes you hard in the chest. "You might be holding yourself together with adhesive and hope, but that alone is impressive for a youngling. Pushing a FEATHER, is impressive for a youngling. You cling to life with a tenacity that would be impressive if I hadn't transcended the very concept of death. And you use the force to do it." He stops, before scratching at the side of his neck in thought. "There are other ways too. Sith Alchemy could fix everything if the legends of old are true, reinforcing the body with Force infused vat-grown flesh or steel. I never learnt that art beyond the very basic principles though. Remember, all things are possible through the Force, Who's to say there are not more ways of strengthening oneself yet to be discovered."

"Now go, and prepare for your training.

tbc
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[Just noticed how late it is. Will continue at some point tomorrow.]
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He's rather verbose, this Lord. But the sheer vehemence and enthusiasm with which he speaks makes it difficult not to believe every word.Having not found anything on the Sith, It's not long before you're back up in your chambers, having rearranged a side room for your purposes. You could simply have went to the gardens, but your father's small army of gardeners and caretakers would make learning anything there impossible.

Your ancient, deceased instructor stands in the centre of the room. It's an old guest chamber just off of your lounge, which never really got any use for the usual reason.

"There are two main philosophies of Force manipulation." He begins once you've sat down. "Or at least there were back in my day. We had more, lots of fringe cults and the like, but they all originated from these two. First is the Way of the Jedi, where the Jedi seeks to remove himself from desire and attachment to cultivate a mindset of detached enlightenment, They suppressed emotion and denied passion to maintain a calm and focused mind, so that they were focused enough to freely manipulate the force. This is usually considered the safest way, but it is not without it's weaknesses. Without moderation, one can become apathetic and listless, stagnating as those around you beg for your aid."

He points to the glowing pyramid, placed between you and him on the floor, which shifts to a deep red glow.

"Then there is the Way of the Sith. Sith immerse themselves in emotions and passion, Anger can lend you strength in battle, Fear sharpens the mind and quickens reflexes. Ambition grants you the will to change things. This Way is one of explosive power and growth. Your passions and ambition drive you ever upward, until you either reach the pinnacles of your ability or fall. It's rewards are incredible, but the risks are great. It is all too easy to give in to your emotions fully, becoming a slave to your desires instead of their master. I have seen Sith murder their truest friends over minor irritations, and weaken themselves simply to spite an enemy."

He kneels over the artifact, and it begins swapping back and forth between red and blue, growing dimmer and dimmer each time.

"For aeons the Sith and Jedi have done battle, killing billions and rendering worlds barren. Jedi fell and became Sith, Sith abandoned their ways and became Jedi but the conflict itself never changed or ended. Until Revan."

The pyramid sparks and belches thin smoke from a crack in it's centre, which forms a figure above Rexas' hand. You take a close look and recognise it as the central statue from the tomb's burial chamber.

Cont
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>>3797149
"First, he was a Jedi, then he became Sith. Then he died, and was reborn as something new. The strength and ambition of a Sith Lord was leashed, muzzled and brought to heel by the iron discipline of a Jedi Master."

The smoky figure in his hand becomes two snakes, one with a red eye and one with a blue eye. They coil together and bite their tails, forming an infinity sign above the spectre's hand.

"The Sith code's final line is a simple declaration, The Force Will Set Me Free."

He moulds the symbol with his fingers, balling the smoke in his hand. "I will teach you Revan's Way, and mine after him. The Way of The Strong. You will start by focusing yourself... and holding this smoke in your hands."

>Roll me D100's
>Best of three
>20 succeeds, 50 without straining your body
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>3797166
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3797166
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3797166
Let's see if I remember how to do this.
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>>3797173
Power Overwhelming.
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Ever since that fateful night nine years ago, you've been able to look with more than just your eyes. A strange perception that's difficult to explain to others, especially your father, who's interested in the force only as long as he needs to be. You know it well though. The only way to really describe it is like looking into broken glass. You can see lines and spiderwebs connecting everything, with the width determined by the strength of that connection. One example would be your father and his signet ring. They are bound with thick chains of duty and pride.

Another example is Lord Rexas, and the glowing pyramid. Love, joy regret and sadness all mingle in a mighty braided cord, stronger than any bond you've ever seen. You can't see any other bonds from him, which is slightly confusing. But he did mention shields yesterday, so you imagine he might be concealing parts of himself through the force somehow.

He coughs, and you realise you've been staring. "My apologies, Lord." You clear your throat and lean forwards, eager to start. You stare for a moment at the balled smoke, wondering how best to proceed. You can still see the smoke of course, but you've a feeling this won't be quite as simple as reaching out and grabbing it.

You struggle with the thought, you know the myths and stories of course, but moving something without touching it is a difficult concept to grasp, you were raised on ideas of cause and effect after all.

You're about to ask your teacher, but his voice from before echoes in your ears.
"-Learning to exert one's will."
"The force is everywhere, and receptive to the wishes of those who can hear it.."

He's already told you how, you just needed to listen. Lucky for you listening is one of the things you do best. You reach out with both your hand and mind, watching as thin threads spread out from your fingers and latch onto the smoke. It floats up the thin strings, looking for all the galaxy like another outstretched hand. You grasp it firmly in yours, and push a thought down towards the smoke, mouth wide in a cheek splitting smile as it responds and curls into your hand.

It doesn't hurt at all, not even a twinge. There's no shortness of breath or tunnel vision. You can do it!
You look over to Lord Rexas and see him nodding,

The rest of the day is spent learning to bend the smoke, making it move.

Chapter One:Old Teachers.
End

Up Next Chapter Two: New Friends.
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Nine years ago?
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>>3797260
When we first used the Force.
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>>3797271
Ah, makes sense.
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You're fourteen now, taller and wiser than before with a new perspective on things. Your studies in the force have advanced alongside your understanding of more mundane matters. You've learnt the arts of telekinetic control, alongside shielding your thoughts from others. You've kept the truth of the tomb from your father, there never really seemed to be a good time to tell him.

Little else has changed around the manor, except a few new faces in the servant quarters. You've made sure to introduce yourself, but you've little reason to speak with most of them. Most of them that is, except for Aola who's taken it upon herself to act as your bodyguard.

"Please, help me Kadwyn!"

Completing your merry band of fools and corpses is Jerec Lokk, second son of the Lokk family and resident troublemaker. He's tan skinned with long blonde hair and a perpetually ruffled demeanour alongside a magnetic attraction to girls, which tends to end the same way whenever he tries to use his "roguish charm" on Aola. Seeing your companions wrestling on the stone floor never fails to raise your spirits.

(Wrestling might be the wrong word for it though, as it implies a fair competition and Aola is six and a half foot tall, not to mention four years older.)

You just chuckle as she "ruthlessly" raps the top of Jerec's head with her knuckles, a sadistic look on her face.

>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"
>Walk over and halfheartedly start kicking the pile of goofball. You'll either hit Aola and bounce off, or kick Jerec which doesn't matter.
>"Come on Aola, he's had enough."
>Write in.
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>>3797352
>Walk over and halfheartedly start kicking the pile of goofball. You'll either hit Aola and bounce off, or kick Jerec which doesn't matter.
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>>3797352
>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"
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>>3797352
>>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"
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>>3797352
>"Come on Aola, he's had enough."
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>>3797356
Ditto
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>>3797356
>>3797359
>>3797383
biting sarcasm wins the day.
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>>3797402
sarcasm is the second step to the dark side for a reason
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>>3797408
Obiwan confimed darth plagueis in disguise
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"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?" You gesture wildly as they roll about, Jerec never quite managing to get away.

"It'd get her off me at least!" he whines, "c'mon maaan."

You shrug, before slapping your chest with one hand and being rewarded with a mouthful of blood. Aola immediately lets go of Jerec with a yelp, both hands in front of her.

"Don't you dare! I swear I'll-"

You just swallow and laugh, being joined by Jerec soon after.
"Oh yeah, laugh it up." She huffs, before crossing her arms. "You two are disgusting."

Jerec gives her his signature double finger snap into finger-guns, making every sentient being within a three mile radius cringe on reflex. "Yeah, but you love us though."

She shrugs, before taking a heroic pose. "Kadwyn's okay, he just hangs out with you." It'd be hurtful, if they hadn't had this exact conversation over and over since meeting, both with smiles plastered on.

You just sigh and try to remember where you were in the equation, glancing over the datapads and textbooks spread over the table. You try to get back into it while the other two bicker, but eventually throw down the towel just as Jerec turns to you with an expectant look on his face.

Chssk, he asked you something...
"Uh, sorry what?"

"I was saying we should get some fresh air, I know you're good for it and your pa'll probably let you out with other people. If not we can just rock around the gardens for a while."

>You should really be studying, that's technically why he's here.
>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.
>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
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>>3797459
>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
I smell a plot hook.
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>>3797459
>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.
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>>3797459
>>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
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>>3797459
>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.
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>>3797459
>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.
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>>3797459
>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
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>>3797459
>>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
Have we been trained in swordfighting even a little bit by Lord Rexas?
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>>3797540
The tie is broken, and that's about to be addressed.
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"Hmmmm..." They clearly do need to burn off some energy. "I'd rather not ask him anything now, he's got meetings all day and I don't want to interrupt."

Jerec's leans back in his seat and mutters a swear word under his breath, clearly disappointed his idea was shut down. You sigh, before sitting up as an idea hits you.

"Why don't we go up to the attic, see if we can find anything cool?"

They both look at you, confused. At first you're thrown off a bit, then remember that Jerec's new money and Aola's family are peasants.

"Our house is hundreds of years old, it's got all sorts of cool stuff up there." You grin then lean forwards to whisper. "I found a bunch of swords up there once."

Jerec opens his mouth to say something, but he's interrupted by Aola.
"Nice..."

The three of you rush to your feet, eager to start exploring. Unfortunately doing so unbalances the half full teacup you had placed right on the edge of the table, drenching your trousers in leaf juice. You just sigh and wave off the others' concerned looks.

"The ladder folds out of the roof just down the hall from father's chambers. Just look up and you'll see some braided rope hanging from the ceiling. I'll get changed and be right there."

You head back to your room as quickly and as dignified as possible for one with wet trousers. It's not too long before you're looking yourself in the mirror...

>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems. (+2 Charisma)

STATS that don't really mean anything, but are a decent measuring stick. 2 is average human.
Body 1/5
Mind 4/5
Force 4/5
Charisma 2/5

Eventually, it comes down to picking an outfit. Eventually, you pull out one of your favourites.
>Discuss.

I've got to go to dinner, so I'll be away for a few hours.
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>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

Fix our weakness first
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>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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>>3797599
>>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
cant fight the jedi if we cant endure a light saber duel
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>>3797627
>cant fight the jedi if we cant endure a light saber duel
Implying we won't just force plague and then crush them.
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

I understand that picking +2 body is absolutely the most practical option we have open to us and that I should probably vote for it. But being at the literal peak of what is capable for a human mind and having the highest possible potential in the force gives us the chance to be absolutely nuts. It would probably turn us into a massive glass cannon, but that's a risk I think we should take for the pure potential that having the maximum possible mind + force stats would give us.
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>>3797654
Yeah, I can get behind it. We'll shape our body with pure anger and refusal to give in to mere genes in due time.
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>>3797654
Supporting. No reason to stop being Darth Elric.
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>>3797654
+1

We can always just do what Palpatine and Yoda did and just MAKE ourselves function using the force. And seeing as we can get Sith Alchemy later, we can just fix our body. We can't improve our force potential like that, nor our mind.
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599
I would vote
>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems. (+2 Charisma)
but it doesn't look like I'll get much support there, so voting
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797654
second
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>>3797654
Quinteded
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>>3797654
Counterpoint: We'll get killed in melee with a force user before we can reach this hypothetical godlike potential
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>>3797654
Support.

>>3797743
I think anons can avoid that situation with good decision making.
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>>3797749
There's only so many decisions we can make with a limited minmaxed toolset.
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>>3797751
The tactical toolset is still very wide considering our exception skills.
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Wait, does +2/5 mean +.4, +1 or +2?
The biggest reason I don't want to go +body right now is that we didn't really work for it. We aren't strong, our character recognizes this as an issue, and we were told that if we want strength, we're going to have to work for it. Suddenly having a body stat the same as or better than the average human just because we lucked out in the genetic lottery feels wrong to me.
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>>3797654
THIS, the Sith aren't known for not taking risks. Imagine the power we could wield, force lightning and mind breaking alike, we'd be unstoppable.
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797751
The Force is far less limited than Physical Strength.
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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We're under the tutelage of one of the greatest swordsmen in history. It'd be a waste to neglect that opportunity.
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>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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Ah, just got back and realised that my phrasing was a bit off.

Picking strength only makes it go up by one, but you also get the very beginnings of training.

I should have written it as +1 Body+basic training or something.
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>>3797923
We're only fourteen and there's plenty of time to shore up sportsmanship when we've mastered the force three decades before expectation.
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
We can always get MAD GAINS later, but the earlier we start powering up with the Force, the better.
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>>3797599
>>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
Gymcels, when will they learn?
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>>3797599
>>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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>>3797599
>>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
Sometimes you just have to force these things.
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599 #
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
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>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
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>>3797599
>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems.
Fuck you faggots, CHA build best build
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>>3798765
you are entitle to your wrong opinion, you raging bundle of inaproppriate expletives
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alright, I'm cutting it off here. I shall tally the votes and get to writing.
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You shake your head and go back through your wardrobe, pulling on a comfortable shirt and slacks combination. It's not exactly travel gear but your usual stuff's in the wash.

The others are waiting for you under the hatch, having pulled down the ladder and hatch. You wave them to go up, following close behind with one hand over your mouth..

The Meriss family attic is one of the more interesting things about the manor, and a source of endless amusement when you were younger. It's a long, round room with a low ceiling. There's all sorts of old paintings, dusty furniture and boxes of assorted old stuff. One example being half a dozen Kuati duelling sabres over in a big pile near the entrance, currently being fawned over by Aola.

Jerec's going through a long line of paintings over by one wall, seemingly a bit hesitant to wade into the collected detritus of three hundred years which covers the rest of the hall. He seems to be working out whether or not satisfying his curiosity is worth the risk of getting his clothes dirty.

>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.
>Go get into trouble with Jerec, chances are he'll hurt himself and you'll find something interesting.
>Leave them to it and go looking for something new to show them. The whole point of this was to find something new and cool.
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>>3798854
>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.
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Look for something new
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>>3798854
shit, forgot to add the first bit.

Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning, both Force related and mundane. More and more, you find yourself interested in the sciences and mysteries described by your master. The Sith alchemy he speaks of haunts your mind more and more as you grow older, especially given your ailing constitution.
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>>3798854
>>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.
we can still look for something new, showing swords to a girl is something special
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>>3798854
>Leave them to it and go looking for something new to show them. The whole point of this was to find something new and cool.
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>>3798854
>Go nerd out over old swords with Aola.
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>>3798854
>>Leave them to it and go looking for something new to show them. The whole point of this was to find something new and cool.
Mystery box? WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!
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>>3798861
Bah!
Training the body is the most important thing when you are still growing.
That is the time to go full bodybuilder if you want optimal results. Learning of course is better while young as well but the body is way harder to train once you reach adulthood compared to learning.
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nerding out over swords wins. I'll get right on that.
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Aola unsheathes one of the swords just as you get over, waving it in a lazy arc before spthrusting at an imaginary opponent, "Why'd you have swords in your attic? Is it just a noble thing or what?"

You shrug, before picking one up for yourself. "Usually they'd be hung up around the house as a decoration, or for if we had to duel someone. Father had them moved here after I was born."

She makes a hum of acknowledgement, continuing to fence with it as you take a closer look at your sabre. It's a fairly simple blade, probably made of durasteel or some similar metal. The handguard is beautifully carved, and it curves into a wicked point at the end. Traditional Kuati duels are fought shirtless, but you decide not to mention that in front of Jerec, as he might get ideas.

You'd rather not have to separate them again just yet.

Speaking of the devil, he takes up one for himself having decided to come over as well. He immediately unsheathes it with an elaborate flourish, before letting out a triumphant "aha!" and leaping about like some old Holo-star. "My name is Jerec, you killed my brother, now prepare to perish."

Aola just furrows her brow in confusion. "I thought it was his father that died in that one, or maybe his wife..."

You smile, before leaning on the blade and stroking your chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Well they are Caridan, so why not both?"

Jerec sighs as you and Aola chuckle. Unfortunately for him Kuati nobles have no real stereotypes apart from being insanely rich, which is not so easily mocked.

"I swear you guys, one of these days you're going to need lots of angry men with guns for something. And when that day comes you'll be like "Help me Jerec, please." And I'll send you a small, poorly trained militia with sticks and a rock. And they'll all have to SHARE the rock."

You smirk and lean forward, about to retort with something undoubtedly witty, but you're interrupted by Aola.
"Do you guys hear that?"

You stop, and yes you do. A quiet noise off in the distance, coming from outside. It's the humming you've come to associate with repulsorlift engines, having seen them in holos and ridden in some very occasionally.

tbc

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You head over to a small window at the front of the room and look out into the grounds. Most of the land around your family estate is a heavily wooded valley, but there's a single Road, leading to a small landing pad nearby. Said landing pad is being swiftly approached by a rather ornate shuttle you recognise as belonging to Jerec's father, Baron Lokk.

"Strange." Jerec intones."I wasn't expecting him to arrive until the meeting tomorrow."

You wait and watch as Aola grumbles in worry. The shuttle gets closer and lands, disgorging a few elegantly robed figures recognise only in passing. Members of Father's political coalition, allies both in business and from the galactic senate. As they walk up the path, you recognise the chairman of Rothana Heavy Engineering alongside a few others you've not seen before. Two individuals in particular stand out, one is a man you'd guess is maybe ten years your senior, wearing a grey and vaguely military looking uniform.

The other a tall, older gentleman with a black tunic and brown cloak. Any other features are too far to guess at.

"I haven't spoken to father yet today, there may have been a change of plans. We should probably go down and clear the lounge."

Jerec scratches at the back of his head awkwardly, before nodding. "Yeah, I should probably go say hi to my pops as well." He turns to leave, before spinning on his heels and addressing you, a manic gleam in his eyes. "Wait! can I show my old man the sword, he was super into duelling when he was younger."

>ehhhh, doesn't seem like the best idea, plus they'll probably be really busy.
>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
>Write in.
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>>3799095
>>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
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>>3799095
>>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
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>>3799095
>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
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>>3799095
>Sure, fuck it. Swords are cool.
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>>3799125
>>3799120
>>3799116
>>3799099
The unanimous choice of swords being cool.
That's pretty cool.
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>>3799128
honestly, i don't understand how that was even a question
kek
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You drop your blade into an empty umbrella stand as you give him a thumbs up. On the way to your room, you stop one of the cleaners and ask if he can tidy the lounge where you were studying. After making yourself presentable, you head down towards the lobby, standing ready to receive your guests. Father's waiting there as well, and he gives you a small smile as you wait.

"There was a mistake made when calculating hyperspace times. Most of the Militarist party's getting here tomorrow, but our guests will have to stay overnight." He looks over, and raises his hand to get Aola's attention. "Could you have the other servants prepare the guest rooms please? This was all rather short notice."

She nods, gives the two of you a short bow and walks off down the hall.

"There'll be no meetings today, at least no official ones. If you're up for it, a few of my trusted allies have been expressing an interest in getting to meet you. I'd be grateful if you had lunch with us."

You grin, and cross your hands behind your back."I'd like that."

He simply nods, his smile growing infinitesimally wider. then you hear footprints behind you and his face turns to mild confusion. "Where on earth did you find that?"

Jerec smiles as he pats the sword belted to his hip. "Up in the attic, I was gonna show it to dad."

Lord Meriss' expression becomes unreadable for a moment, before he shrugs and points an authoritative finger at your friend. "Just remember to put it back afterwards. I don't want any of my butlers tripping over a sword. I'll tell your father and he'll tan your hide."

Jerec goes a bit pale at that, but he never loses his cocky grin. He simply salutes and stands to attention, puffing out his chest. Bravado will see him through, it always does.

Then the guests arrive. First through the doors is Jerec's father, who walks through with arms extended, the dark skin of his face the only flesh visible under all the jewellery and silken robes. "Stoneface! It's been too long! I hope my boy wasn't too much trouble?" He advances on your father and wraps him in a ferocious bear hug. Your father simply shrugs, his composure unbroken.

"He's been a boy, as boys do."

Your father manages to detach himself after a few seconds, long enough for Baron Lokk to notice you as well. "Ah and young Kadwyn, you're taller than before." He places a hand on your shoulder, smiling wide and giving it a shake. "Soon you'll be as big as your father eh? I say there's something in the water here on Kuat, no way it's natural."

He stops talking and joking just long enough to notice his son, who's swiftly lost among the bigger man's robes. It looks for all the world like he's being eaten by a carpet, and you have to look away if you're to maintain your composure.

Other guests file through just afterwards, you shake hands and politely introduce yourself to quite a few personalities, though few are as memorable as the Baron.

tbc
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That is until you get to the last three of the twelve or so guests. The first is a young man two years your senior, by the name of Dardan Fissk. He's all smiles and polite conversation, but a deeper look at him reveals what had previously been an inkling. He's bound to you and your father with thick chains of greed and ambition. That's not so uncommon in the rest, but never as thick as with this one. He's here representing his father's company Fissk Mining Incorporated, a sizeable supplier of durasteel and circuitry.
You do your duty, and keep a polite veneer, but you resolve to [keep an eye on this one]

The last two take a while to come through, as they're otherwise engaged speaking outside. However eventually they do enter.

The first is a man covered in chains, to his uniform, the Republic insignia on his shoulder, and to the blaster pistol he's holstered under his armpit. It's patriotism, and a lot of it. There's chains of ambition as well, but so far they're mostly crossed or braided with other, more wholesome connections. He's tall and wiry, with high cheekbones and a gaunt face which gives the unfortunate impression that he's just swallowed something sour. Combined with his widow's peak, he's the spitting image of an evil sorcerer from that show Jerec never shuts up about. After introducing himself to your father, he turns to you, offering a nod and handshake.

"Wilhuff Tarkin, representing the Outland Regions Security Force." Force, you can hear the capital letters. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise."

You're about to continue, but you're interrupted when Baron Lokk's booming voice drowns out the idle conversation. "Friends! Old and new all! First I would like to thank the honourable Lord Meriss for allowing us to meet here in his magnificent home. Secondly, I know the journey was long, and many of you are no doubt parched. For this reason, I would like to thank my friend again, for he has graciously prepared refreshments while we get settled in, and has asked me to invite you all into the hall while we prepare."

While the others head through, your father politely excuses himself and returns to you, his brow furrowed with worry. You can see the threads of concern and fear that have always connected you two thicken as he approaches, alongside a strand of anger and frustration directed at Baron Lokk, for some reason.

"Kadywn." The way he says it sets your hair on end, you've never heard him so worried before in your life. He leans in close and whispers, walking you towards the stairs "You must go upstairs now and stay there, the last guest is-"

"Ah. Lord Meriss, I presume." A voice like rumbling thunder reverberates off the walls as you hear the door open one final time. "I would like to apologise for the sudden arrival, but I had business on the planet and our mutual friend the Baron asked I attend."

d100's boys 40 to succeed, 70 without straining your body.
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3799351
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>>3799351
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Rolled 26 (1d100)

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>>3799351
>It's fucking Dooku
oh God oh FUCK
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>>3799358
>>3799359
>>3799361
You did good anons.
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>>3799362
Dooku was pretty decent before falling to the Dark Side. He was trained by Yoda and then left the order because he disagreed with the corruption of the Senate. Not sure about what year it is, but he's definitely not the worst force user to be discovered by.
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>>3799375
Don't think I didn't notice that Tarkin is here too.
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>>3799384
Same. I think I'm more excited for him than the Count.
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Well this is an interesting time period we've gotten ourselves into.
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Nice quest.
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I think Palpatine is gonna about as happy with a Revanist Sith running around as the Jedi will be. Dooku would probably be pretty chill though. We need to set up an imperfect mind shield. If we don't let anything leak a trained force is gonna know somethings up for sure. We need to let some stuff slip w/o letting important stuff slip.
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Your father stands smoothly and turns, face once more the mask of stone he so usually wears as he shakes the newcomer's hand. "Master Dooku, it's always a pleasure to be visited by Jedi."

At the mention of Jedi, you finally realise why your father was so worried. You know they take children, both father and Lord Rexas were clear enough on that point. Your mental shields slam shut as you project a false front of believable emotion. Boredom and narcissism serve as an admirable misdirection, but you throw in just a little bit of interest as well.

You're proud of your shields, practising over and over while Lord Rexas tested your mind for cracks or faults, shattering it over and over until the scars were tougher than bone. Metaphorically.

You can see tendrils of thought and subconscious intent probe your minds outer shell, then slide off like rain on metal. This man's a Jedi Master, so you know that your only hope is to avoid notice. If he decides to investigate, you won't be able to resist.

Play up what he expects to see, and his eyes will pass right over you... At least that's the theory. A minuscule crack opens in your shell, a hint of relief as his tendrils drift off, then they return. Pushing harder this time, observing.

"And you must be young Kadwyn. I must admit I've not heard much about you. Something of a recluse as I understand it?"

You were so focused on the metaphysical that you neglected the material, and now he's stood in front of you with a hand outstretched. You take it, smiling politely as you focus on applying new layers of emotion to your shell.

"I was sickly, still am to be entirely honest. With age and medicine comes strength though. It's an honour to meet you."

He smiles as his mind pushes further into yours, the sheer presence of him damn near blinding you. No wait... You actually did just go blind in your right eye. you continue to speak with him for a few exchanges of simple smalltalk, having fallen into the rhythm of it from previous senators. You daren't divert any attention away to fixing it, not while he's so intently probing.

"I saw your young friend, the Baron's boy... Jerec with a duelling saber. Tell me, are you an enthusiast as well?"

>Not yet, I've been too unwell. I hope to start soon though.
>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
>write in.
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>>3799472
Sorry, forgot to add.
>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
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>>3799472
>>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
It is a family heirloom after all. We're proud of our heritage.
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>>3799472
>>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
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>>3799472
>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
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>hope that start soon
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>>3799472
>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
Big BRAIN boy
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>>3799472
>>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
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>>3799472
>Somewhat, though mostly in theory
It reflects our current attitude towards swords, so it shouldn't raise any red flags.
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>>3799472
>>Somewhat, though mostly in theory.
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>>3799472
>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
We are not the potential force user you are looking for.
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>>3799472
>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
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>>3799486
Changing too mostly theory
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>>3799472
>Somewhat, though mostly in theory
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Wait no, that's a red herring!

>>3798861
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning, both Force related and mundane. More and more, you find yourself interested in the sciences and mysteries described by your master. The Sith alchemy he speaks of haunts your mind more and more as you grow older, especially given your ailing constitution.
Change your votes now!

>>3799475
>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic.
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Where do you work out?

The Archives...
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>>3799520
To clarify, >mostly in theory won
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>>3799520
We're doing those six inch curls all the time in our bedroom.
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>>3799522
I work out in Malachor V bro
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>Not really, my tastes tend towards the academic

By the way, what vote won of body/mind/charisma vote?
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>>3799556
Mind, I think.
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You feign a restrained interest, while mostly letting your mouth go on autopilot, It knows what to do after all. You've just got to politely deflect until you find a good excuse to head in for drinks. Then you can introduce him to other people, and he'll swap focus to them.

"Somewhat, although my sickness has limited my active participation so far. The blades are family heirlooms after all, and fencing is a properly civilised sport."

He smiles and you can feel the tendrils retreat, seemingly satisfied. "That it is. I understand that Kuati fencing has much in common with Makashi. The Jedi lightsaber form I learnt. I hope one day to see you excel, health allowing."

You smile as well, silently praying he'll think its for the praise. You can project false emotion well with the force, but you're a less than convincing liar usually. Luckily he seems to buy it, and the three of you walk through into the main hall, where he takes a drink from a nearby servant, and excuses himself.

Your father sighs, before looking you in the eye and asking. "Do you think he knows?" You shake your head almost imperceptibly, and his shoulders slump in relief. "You won't be able to stay away now, he'll be expecting you."

You nod, deep in thought. "It'd be suspicious, I'll make sure i'm seen sneaking a glass or two of wine, then excuse myself after the meal, say it upset my stomach."

He looks at you with a rather surprised expression, before smiling and putting a hand on your shoulder. "You're a devious one aren't you?" There's a long moment before he steps closer and hugs you around the shoulders. "I... Love you son. No matter what happens."

Soon you and your father will be submerged in conversation, this might be the last time you have to speak in private for the night. Do you have anything to say to him?

>?
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>>3799562
yes, mind won.
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>>3799592
>"So where is my mother, anyways?"
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>>3799592
>I love you too father.
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>>3799592
>Love you too, Dad. Just not in a gay way. No homo.
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>>3799592
>>3799610
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>>3799610
This, dad means well
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>>3799592
>You're a devious one aren't you?
I like this development for Kadwyn. Do we have to pick up charisma upgrades to become better at deception, QM?

>>3799610
Yup.

>>3799606
OOC curious too.
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>>3799610
+1
>>3799606
kek
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>>3799592
Love you too Dad. Thanks for taking such good care of me, I know it couldn't have been easy.
inb4 we're a clone of our father
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>>3799592
>>I love you too, dad.
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>>3799618
It depends, there's a bit of overlap. Generally if you're using the force then it's force, and if you're trying to sell someone on something then it's charisma. Lying to someone's face for example would be charisma deception. Drinking a bit, then going to bed so people will think you're tipsy is more of a logical extrapolation of what people might think.

Mind is planning
Charisma is execution and raw skill.
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>>3799592
>I love you too father.
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IC
>Profess love for paternal figure

OOC
>Expess interest in maternal figure
>Did she die in childbirth, perhaps of broken heart?
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>>3799592
>Love you too father
>Seeing a Jedi was unexpected, are we expecting any other "unusual" guests to arrive tomorrow?
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>>3799708
>>Seeing a Jedi was unexpected, are we expecting any other "unusual" guests to arrive tomorrow?
This is a decent question to ask.
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You hug him back and repeat his words, holding contact for a few seconds before letting go and taking breath. The two of you regain your composure in unison, standing tall with stoic faces and five hundred years of family pride. The two of you nod to each other in synchronicity, then walk into the crowd.

The next half hour or so is spent avoiding the Jedi in the room and talking with various members of this new party. They're calling themselves the Militarists, though you don't quite get anything more than that, the meeting proper is tomorrow and most of them are unwilling to discuss the matter without everyone being present. You decide to hold off rather than push for details, as you'll most likely get all the answers tomorrow, so long as father lets you sit in.

Looking around, you notice that most of the interests represented in this room are actually fairly small in the scheme of things. Baron Lokk and your father are the only two Coreworld Senators in the room, with most of the groups being either businessmen or representatives of smaller Rimward planets. [Those most affected by piracy and the Hutts.]

The only two that don't fit are Master Dooku and Tarkin. [The Jedi knows how to play the game, but you don't know whether he's here as Count Dooku of Serenno, or Master Dooku of the Order] Tarkin is just thoroughly out of place. He has the manners and bearing to fit in, but he's [clearly a soldier] and [came armed] which seems to put off the others. Strange, considering their name.

>You see Dooku get up to take another glass of wine, chuckling sensibly at some pithy comment by Chairman Zosh from the Rothana Heavy Engineering company. If you've got the nerve, you might be able to gather some more information now he's at rest.

>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.

>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?

You see Lord Rexas for a split second in the crowd, he nods at you then walks into a mirror.
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>>3799719
>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
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>>3799719
>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
Safest option. So why is Lord Rexas training us anyway?
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>>3799732
He's the last of the Revanites and thinks they all died out. Wants to restart things, I presume, so there's something besides Jedi and Sith out there.
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>>3799719
>>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.
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>>3799719
>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
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>>3799719
>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.
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>>3799732
He's stated one reason, whether that's the truth or not is up for debate, like most things Sith say.
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>>3799719
>>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
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>>3799719
>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.

What's Jerec up to right now?
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>>3799749
[You're not entirely sure, you haven't seen him in a while.]
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10 more minutes to vote, then i'll start writing.
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>>3799734
Makes sense.

>>3799745
True.

>>3799758
Eh, he's got a sword, I'm sure he'll be fine.
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>>3799719
>>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.
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Gonna need a tiebreaker between young Tarkin and Fissk
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>>3799719
>That man from before, Fissk. He's at one of the lower tables playing some kind of card game with Baron Lokk. Maybe you could listen in a bit?
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>>3799782
Fissk it is then.
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>>3799719
>Tarkin's conversation partner (A tall Devaronian) just left. Why's he here.
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You take a circuitous path towards the table, stopping a few times to make short and simple conversation that you're only half listening to. The representative from Agamar has gotten a little bit tipsy, and laughs entirely too loudly into your ear as you pass. You keep the anger spinning, like a plate on a stick for later. It might be useful. Eventually however, your orbit of the room takes you close enough to hear the game. Baron Lokk's deep voice might be difficult to hear, had he not been so excited about winning.

"Hahaa! You're lucky we aren't playing for credits Mister Fissk, I've always been a spectacularly lucky man, built my fortune on it, don't you know."

Fissk, to his credit is totally calm, clearly enjoying the game even if he's lost a few hands. "Ah well, Pazaak's a game of skill too. Sooner or later our luck'll even out, and then I'll start winning." He looks down at his hand, with four cards left to his opponent's one. "I'm playing the long game see?"

"Hmmm." Lokk vocalises as he looks between his hand and his opponents, eyes widening in comprehension. Yes, i suppose there would be an element of strategy there. This is a very interesting game Mister Fissk."

You switch to your other sight, and are nearly blinded by the hate directed at Baron Lokk. Fissk's face is perfect, but you've ways around that.

"Interesting indeed." he says, still the picture of conviviality. "Interesting enough for our young host? Cut your engines and take a seat lad. It can be played with three after all." He smirks, looking you up and down. "Or maybe it's not your kind of game?"

You're jolted out of your observation, nearly spilling your champagne. Turns out the bubble of people you were hiding in dispersed while you were distracted. You've really got to work on that.

>Sure I'll play.
>I'd prefer to observe, I'm dismally unlucky.
>write in
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>>3799856
>Sure I'll play.
Pure pazaak
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>>3799856
>>Sure I'll play.
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>>3799856
>>Sure I'll play.
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>>3799856
>>Sure I'll play.
PAZAAK!!!
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>>3799880
I knew it would be irresistible.

PURE PAZAAK +20XP
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>>3799856
>Sure I'll play
I can see why he'd hate Lokk, dude's a ponce
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>>3799856
>Sure I'll play.
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You set your drink down on the table and pull up a seat. "Sure, I'll play. What are the rules?" Fissk chuckles at that, before putting his hand down on the table.

"Same rules as any card game boyo, win and don't get caught cheating." He turns back to Lokk before continuing. "Mind if we call it your win? We'll start a new game, Senate rules."

Lokk puts his one card down on the table, displaying a grey zero. "no, your win. I had the first few rounds, but you were going to beat me in the long run." He smiles sheepishly, before turning to you. "You don't get to pick up cards after the first round."

"Don't go explainin' it back to front now or you'll confuse the lad." Fissk says, shuffling the decks. "There's two decks right, both have numbers on from one to five. I stick the first deck down here." He puts the first deck down in between all three of you. "Then I deal five cards from THIS deck." He says, shaking the other in his hand. "To everyone. We keep those five cards for the whole game."

You nod, following along fairly easily.

"Each turn we all either play a card from our hands, or from the middle deck. Get as close to 21 as possible without going over. If you go over you're out. Last one standing wins the hand and we shuffle the cards on the table. Like your friend said, you don't get to pick up more cards into your hand though. Get it?"

"Got it." You say, taking up your cards. "But why's it called Senate rules?"

Both of the older two smirk, and Lokk gestures Fissk to continue.
"'Cause we aren't playing for money, so none of this matters and nothing actually happens."

You grin, and the game begins. Now, what's the plan? You're obviously going to use the game to get him talking, but something really doesn't seem right about this guy. [He's got no connections to anyone else here that's deeper than base negative emotion, whether in terms of greed, hate or ambition.]

>Ask some details about his background, try to figure him out a bit.
>You could just ask why he's here? Seems like a good way to go about it.
>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
>You could ask how he got an invite?
>write in.
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>>3799946
>Ask some details about his background, try to figure him out a bit.
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>>3799946
>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
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>>3799946
>>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
I don't think asking him up-front why he's here is polite.
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>>3799946
>>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
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>>3799946
>>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
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>>3799946
>Everyone here knows your father, you could ask how they met.
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>>3799954
>>3799955
>>3799956
>>3799959
[Casino Royale theme intensifies]
Roll me a d100
70 to win the hand.
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>3799963
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3799963
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3799963
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>>3799967
You did it anon. you saved christmas.
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>>3799981
But what if Anon celebrates Kwanza?
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>>3799983
Kwanza was never in danger, it's too obscure.
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>>3799984
and Hanuka?
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>>3799990
I don't think it's canonicity within the star wars continuum was ever established.
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Too much smug, you will not ssurvive
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You play through the first two turns, double twos for you. While the others both end up at seven each, no one has played any cards yet so you've decided to hang onto yours as well. Ideally you'd be able to win the first hand without tipping your hand.

Said hand consists of two threes, two fours and a minus five, something you notice mr Fissk left out of his explanation.

As you all take up your third card, you clear your throat to get Fissk's attention, before playing your opening gambit. "I know we were briefly introduced earlier, but do you mind if I ask how you know my father? I don't think he's spoken of you before." You smile thinly before continuing. "Although I might be mistaken."

He remains unflappable as ever, but a thin thread of fear connects the two of you as you ask your question.

"Oh, I don't actually know him all that well. My boss is a very busy man, so I was sent in to shake the hands and such. They've probably already signed all the papers, so I'm mostly just here for show." He places one of his cards down rather than pick up on the fourth round, taking his total to 16.

You make a polite noise of acknowledgement, and pick up another card, landing you square on 20. Lokk picks up as well, putting him down at 19. You hold, putting your cards down on the table and hoping neither of them get a 21.

Lokk decides to draw another card rather than play and pays for it, busting at 24. Fissk is almost the same, drawing up to 18, then going bust on the next turn with a four.

[Why would he be scared of you?]
D100 again for the next hand
75 to win
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>3800057
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3800057
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3800057
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>>3800075
>>3800066
>>3800063
Not so lucky this time, mr bond
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>>3800063
>>3800066
>>3800075
Tch, win some you lose some.
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3800057
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The next hand doesn't go so well, both of the others get a one for their first card, while you're stuck with a five. By the third round you're at thirteen, while the other two are both below ten. You groan as you go over your hand, oh so tempted to play that minus five and put yourself back in the running for this round.

"So boy, I can't imagine there's much to do in a place like this. What do you do all day? That is when you're not playin' cards wit' union reps."

You shake your head from side to side, picking up another card and putting yourself at 15. The other two pick up as well, but you're a bit busy twisting Fissk's statement around in your head to notice. "Learn mostly, History philosophy and things of that nature. I'm quite the academic."

He frowns. "Not much for sports eh?" You and Lokk share a slightly disbelieving look.

"No, I was a bit fragile... When I was younger." You pick up a card as you say it, finding yourself at 18. God, you could play a three and win for sure. Unless they went for the 21 as well. Hmmm...

in the end you draw again, picking a four and going bust. Lokk's overly cautious as well, not playing a card when he very obviously could. Fissk takes the match, chuckling as he points the cards at Lokk.

"Told you, just a matter of time."

You can hear the chatter of servants, and smell roasted meats. Lunch will be served soon. Best wrap this up.

>What about your childhood? Get in his head.
>Have you met Master Dooku yet? [I heard Jedi can read minds]
>Just one more round, you've got most of what you need to formulate an opinion.
>write in.
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>>3800138
>Have you met Master Dooku yet? [I heard Jedi can read minds]
INFO
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>>3800138
>>What about your childhood? Get in his head.
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>>3800138


>What about your childhood? Get in his head.
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I'm gonna hit the sack. see you guys in 13 hours.
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>>3800176
Thought for those that remain awake. What do you think Kadwyn's outfit should be?

>discuss.
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>>3800181
star wars samurai style
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>>3800138
>What about your childhood? Get in his head.
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>>3800181
Just whatever the fuck a 14 year old Kuati noble normally wears.
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>>3800181
>>3800234
Yeah, seriously.
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>>3800181
>>3800234
makes the most sense
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>>3800234
Well, what does a kuati noble wear and, perhaps more importantly: Do we have house colours? A seal? etc etc
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>>3800840
Maybe something like the fashion sense of this bastard.
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>>3800138
>Have you met Master Dooku yet? [I heard Jedi can read minds]

>>3800234
Also this.
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>>3800840
Well that's the thing, normally I'd either think of something, or check canon but I can't think of anything. I'd imagine something fairly modern looking, given the whole industrial planet coreworld thing.

Colours and seal I've kind of been sidestepping until now, because I wanted to throw that at you guys to play with, but If I was to choose myself, I'd probably go with silver and greyish blue.
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>>3801090
how about something like this, without the cape and the armbands
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>>3800427
Darth Bane?

>>3800909
>>3801090
An all dark suit and corp logo.

Btw, what does the company specialize in?
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>>3801112
You've got a few stocks in KDY and controlling interests in a planetary scale Kuati banking firm, but most of the family's money comes from land ownership. Your family bought up almost a third of Kuat's capital during a crash about three hundred years ago and have held onto it since.
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>>3801090
Something like this? I'm not entirely sure on colouring or...anything, frankly, just something I tossed together right quick.
Thoughts people?
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>>3801126
It's awesome. Getting science-ey and land vibes from it alright. Yeah but maybe black and gold or something.
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>>3801126
this is looking good anon.

Alright, D100's for the next hand. You're gonna ask about his background.

70 to win the hand.
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>3801141
So, ~65% to win on 3 rolls?
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Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>3801141
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>>3801146
You have force powers, they don't. Fate is a bit skewed in your direction here.
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Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3801141
Whoop whoop
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>3801141
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>>3801146
>>3801149
>>3801155
Look at all the rolls. We'll get noticed by Dooku like that, tone it down!
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>>3801146
>>3801149
>>3801155
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnzgdBAKyJo
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>>3801134
>>3801141
Thank you. I'm heading out now, so if someone wants to sit and do some re-colouring then please do.
I'd probably avoid black to much, at that poin't we'd be getting surprisingly close to the sith empire/old republic emblems.
Naturally there is absolutely no connection between a family having a seal inspired by something like that and the bloody tomb of a sith right next to their mansion.
That'd the silly.
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>>3801161
Yeah that would be completely weird
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>>3801161
pfft, what would be the chance of that, absolutely preposterous
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You The next hand is played slowly, with plenty of deliberation from all sides. Round one goes auspiciously, with you drawing a rare zero while the others draw fours. The slightest thread of fear connects Fissk and the card, you're tempted to call him out but relent. Unsure how to do so without overstepping politeness. Instead, you decide to move the inquiry in another direction.

"What of your childhood mister Fissk? I must admit I somewhat lack context for a what's normal." Links of confusion and curiosity strengthen between you as he looks up from his cards. [Doesn't he know? Your sickness is hardly a secret among father's business partners.]

"Well, mine wasn't exactly what Core types would consider normal either. Grew up in a mining town." He shrugs his shoulders, before drawing yet another four and placing it on the table. The thin thread thickens, and he gives it more than a little side-eye. "Broke rocks for a while, then the boss figured I was better at talking to people, negotiated a few contracts and now I'm here."

The game goes on for two more rounds after bringing you up to 15, while Lokk and Fissk both end up at sixteen. Fissk gets more and more anxious as he draws four after four. Surprisingly, he even breaks his Sabaac face, and you catch him frowning at his cards.

Baron Lokk's the first to inquire. "Are you alright there friend? you look a bit concerned."

Fissk waves it off with one hand, plastering a smile back on. "Ah well, it's an old game with plenty of superstitions." Lokk raises an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. "Last time I pulled this many fours, a [Hutt had his men shoot me]." He shrugs, before drawing yet another four and holding at 20. A crack finally appearing in his facade. "Fours aren't lucky, old spacers tale. Too long to go over now."

Lokk turns to you, a grin on his face. "I think it's almost time for the meal, shall we call it after this one?" You nod, and pick up a one, putting you at 16. Lokk simply plays a five, locking himself in at 21 with a triumphant smile. "Fitting that we all won at least once, hopefully the rest of the conference goes as profitably."

You grimace at his total for a second, before slowly picking up a card and geting another one, bringing you up to 17. They're both staring at you now, Fissk calculating and Lokk confident. (although to be fair, you've never seen him anxious, so he could just be like that.)

Their expressions turn as you play a four, tiring yourself with the good Baron. He smiles, clapping you on the shoulder and laughing. "Good show boy. I'll admit I was hoping you'd back down and give this old man a win." He turns to Fissk, a curious look on his face. "So what happens on draws?"

The man stops fiddling with his leftover cards, placing them both on the table to reveal [two more fours.] "Well if you're playing for creds then you usually go another hand, but senate rules are you pick up or play another card. Lowest wins."

tbc
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You smile as he says that, both you and Lokk placing one last card down on the table. He flips his to reveal a one, a careful smile on his face.

You finally break your stony mask, smiling wide as you place down the minus five and bask in your victory. The Baron slumps back into the couch, an exaggerated expression of woe on his face. as he clutches his chest.

"Oh, to be struck low by one I called friend! Damn you Stoneface, you and your improbably good card luck."

You decide not to call him on using your father's nickname. A not unusual mistake. If not for your pale hair, you'd be a spitting image after all. You simply chuckle and stand as servants begin bringing through platters of fruit, sliced meats, cheese and various breads.

You just nod to Fissk as he gathers up the cards, [inspecting the minus five confusedly] before shuffling it back into the deck. He returns your nod, looking rather serious for a second before his face splits into a grin. You fake a smile and take a look around, gauging where you should go first. You ought to excuse yourself afterwards, but food can be an excellent way to gather information.

>Master Dooku is having wine and cheese with a representative from Firrerre, a small outer rim world settled by the Sullustans. His presence here is an anomaly, and she's just got up to speak with someone else.

>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.

>Jerec's just walked in, and looks to take your place on the couch with his father. Fissk also doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

>You haven't seen Aola in a while. She's probably felt a bit out of her depth with all these nobles around. You don't blame her, but maybe you should just go double check.
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>>3801206
>>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
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>>3801206
>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
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>>3801206
>>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
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>>3801210
>>3801213
>>3801217
Who the fuck is this guy and why is he here?
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>>3801206
>If not for your pale hair, you'd be a spitting image after all.
Gasp, anon was right!

>>Tarkin is standing by a window into the garden, chewing thoughtfully on a sweet fruit from the southern continent. [You can't quite remember the name, but they're similar to Alderaani peaches, if a bit sour.] He's not currently engaged in conversation.
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>>3801231
>Gasp, anon was right!
I mean, obviously, artificial womb vat and everything, but curious if he used any female genetic material at all.
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You meander over, a glass of champagne in either hand. He's mostly been observing the goings on so far, and you've not seen him speak with anyone except that devaronian from before. You make a mental note to introduce yourself to him at some point tomorrow. You offer him a glass as you arrive, which he accepts with a quiet thanks. You watch him as he drinks, trying to guess at his age. He's definitely one of the younger representatives here, but his high cheekbones and sallow face make it difficult to really figure. [Taking a wild guess, you'd say he was in his early twenties.]

"I apologise for earlier, we were interrupted before we could finish our introductions."

He nods, and reaches a hand out again which you take. "Of course." He says. "Politics wait for no man. As I said earlier, I'm here on behalf of the Outlands Security Force, though I'm somewhat unofficially representing Eriadu as well. We've been trying to get the Senate to approve a formal military for years now. This new Militarist party seems like a good fit, if it ever gets off the ground."

You nod as he speaks, happy to get more information on the actual purpose of all this. "What are your thoughts on this military matter? I imagine not dissimilar from your organisation's official stance."

He looks somewhat surprised as you keep digging, covering it (poorly) by taking a long drink. "Well, I just want what's best for the Republic. These Hutts keep pushing at our borders, Pirates and mercenaries serve as disposable catspaws, so the Senate refuses to take action."

You frown while biting into a finger sandwich, chewing as you consider your next few words. "Is it really so terrible in the Outer Rim?"

He lets out a short exhalation, and pats his holster through his officer's jacket. "Worse, even in the areas we patrol. For every slaver we gun down or apprehend a dozen more get away before we even hear the distress calls." He gestures with his glass, biting hard into the fruit. "We need to act, or the Republic will be eaten away by criminality."

>You expressed some doubt about whether this would work, why is that?
>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?
>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.

>Write In
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>>3801267
Why do you think the Senate is so unwilling to help
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>>3801267
>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
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>>3801267
>>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
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>>3801267
>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?
Surely the people there are not shortsighted enough to not realize that problems not tended to grow worse and that neglect undermines the citizens trust in them and by extension their own clout.
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>>3801267
>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?
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>>3801298
>>3801271
>>3801290
The Galactic Republic Senate growing stagnant and short sighted!?!! I'm shocked???
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Sorry guys, might be gone for an hour or two.
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>>3801310
Fug. Good luck with whatever is going on then.
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>>3801267
>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
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>>3801267
>Why do you think that the Senate is so unwilling to help?
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>>3801267
>>What do you know about the party? I've been focusing on my studies recently, and the others are all so reluctant to talk without everyone here.
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sorry for the delay, but I've returned. I'll get to writing.
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"If what you say is true, surely the Senate isn't just ignoring it?" You say, swirling your drink. "Father always said Chancellor Valorum was a pragmatic sort. He's got to know it'll only get worse if nothing's done."

The young soldier exhales morosely before responding, clearly frustrated. "Oh he knows, and I'm sure he's somewhat sympathetic to our cause. The problem is that he's only one man, with only one vote. The vast majority of the Core and Mid Rim planetary representatives couldn't give two credits. They don't think any further than their next election cycle, even the patriotic among them are only concerned with their own planets rather than the greater Republic." He catches himself ranting, and quickly lowers his volume back to a more sedate tone. "Most of them think we can tariff and tax the Hutts into compliance, but you can't tax smugglers or slavers."

The two of you are silent for a spell. You don't quite know how to respond, and he's clearly embarrassed about his firebrand speech. Lunch is still being served, though it seems to have wound down somewhat. Have you anything further to say?

>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?
>What do you know about the party?
>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.
>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
>I think you might be giving the Senate too little credit. The wheels of change are slow, after all. (Part for now)
>write In.
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>>3801688
>>What do you know about the party?
Conclude with:
>>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
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>>3801688

>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?
Then leave with an
>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
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>>3801688
>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?
>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.
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>>3801688
>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.
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>>3801688
>You said earlier you weren't sure if this would work out?
Then leave with an
>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
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>>3801688
>Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but you seem a bit disquieted here.
And if this is the last question we get then use
>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter. (Part for now)
Even if we don't end up trying to get into the militarist party, it would still be nice to at least be cordial.
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10 more minutes to vote, then I'm cutting and counting.
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>>3801732
>>3801688
i agree with this, the hutt empire is a problem, even without its toxic influence on the outer rim, so being cordial isn't even an issue
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>>3801732
Shure I will switch my vote to this
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>>3801688
>For what it's worth, I agree with you. The Hutt empire is no small matter.
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>>3801697
support.
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"Forgive me if i'm being too bold." You begin, lowering your voice. "But you seem a bit... Disquieted, is everything satisfactory?"

He purses his lips, deep in thought as his eyes dart around the room for listeners. After a second or two, he leans against the wall and downs the rest of his glass, before spinning it in his fingers. "I think I may have committed a faux pas, the others are all rather... brief in conversation, and quick to leave."

You turn, and watch the other guests weave a grand web of connections and information. It's might be difficult to describe, but you've always been one for technical descriptions.

"You're not connected."

"Hmm?" He turns back from the window, staring intently at the side of your head.

"They all know each other. The baron knows the merchant, the merchant knows the suppliers. None of the people here will be more than a few steps separated from each other. Master Dooku is in the same boat, but he..." You trail off as you look for the right word.

To his credit, Wilhuff picks up almost immediately. "He's a Jedi, so no one can be seen to snub him. It'd be in extremely poor taste."
You nod, somewhat hesitantly. "That is one reason. He's also very personable."

"I suppose its just a matter of time and manners." He says. "I'll have to ingratiate myself."

You nod, tipping your glass as you turn to leave. "For what it's worth, I thoroughly agree with your sentiment on the Hutts. Everyone is made poorer when criminals rule." He responds with a stiff nod. "It was a pleasure to meet you, young Meriss."

"A pleasure."

The others continue speaking, but it's time for you to make your leave. You notify a servant that you're retiring to your room, and head upstairs to your chambers. Best to avoid the mind reading Jedi Master now that it's socially permissible.

>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. Y/N?

Also.
>Do some research on Master Dooku, you know he's a Count from Serenno, but that seems like the sort of thing the Jedi would spurn. It smells like an complicated situation, and you excel at those.
>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
>Do some research on this Tarkin fellow. You've got a vague background, but you can't remember learning of him before.
>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!

Got stuck on this for a while, finished it off as best as I could. Still not entirely happy.
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>>3802139
>Let her hang out for a bit then head off later

>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
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>>3802139
>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. N
Let the girl have her beauty sleep
>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
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>>3802139
>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. Y/N?
Y

>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
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>>3802139
Y
>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
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>>3802139
>N, and draw a mustache on her

>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
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>>3802139
>Give Aola a nudge
>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!

call me paranoid, but it seems to me that communicating with a Force ghost with a Jedi downstairs might not be the best idea.
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>>3802139
>Y
>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye.
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>>3802139
>N
>Head into your meditation room and speak with Lord Rexas, his advice may prove necessary. And you still need to fix your eye
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>>3802185
You have a point. Switching >>3802176 to
>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!
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>>3802139
>>Aola's lazing on the couch when you enter, asleep. Give her a nudge, father is rather old fashioned, and if a guest sees, there might be a scandal. Y/N?
Y
>Fissk's story stinks something fierce, to the conspiracy board!
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>>3802185
Yeah I will switch to this from >>3802169
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>Poke the bear
>Gotta meditate, before you go full Sion
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>>3802139
Yes
Speak with Rexas
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You decide to wake Aola, concerned given the sudden influx of no doubt curious guests. It's far too risky for her to stay here. Especially given she's a lady. (Not that you'd say that to her face.) You clear your throat, willing to give communication a go. "Aola?" You look behind you, intesnely aware of how this might look. "Aola!"

Her only response is intensified snores.

You sniff in frustration, before grabbing a sheathed duelling sabre of your wall and going to poke her with it. You remember the last time you tried moving her with your hands. Hiding it was easy, but getting all the rib fragments to heal in the right spots was an absolute bastard. Now's not the time to curse your osteoporosis though. Now is the time for action.

"Ow! what are y-" You shush her, placing the blade on the recaf table.

"Apologies, but you know how father gets about you being in my rooms." you say, "Why not take a free guest room, or walk to the servant's quarters?"

She crosses her arms, defiant. "I'm supposed to be looking after you, I'm not walking half a mile away, especially just after lunch. Plus all the guest rooms are off limits. They've all been prepared for tomorrow and the old man doesn't want me Messing them up".

"It never ceases to surprise me how you can be so incredibly lazy, while also managing to have muscles like that." Said in a near perfect deadpan, as usual with just a slightly accusatory tone in the end.

She smiles and sits on the edge of the sofa. "I've unlocked the forbidden secrets of the ancient musclemancers. Performing arcane rituals to summon abs from the abyss."

You sigh, and point to the door. "Just go anywhere but here please. "The Talk" was painful enough the first time round. And I promise you, nothing is more embarrassing than listening to your father explain when it's acceptable to take consorts."

Her response is quick, and typical. "Consorting sounds like my kind of gig. it's low hours and good pay." You just stare, and she quickly changes tack. "Come on, I can't go downstairs, rich people will try to talk to me."

You sigh and point to the linen cupboard. "Fine, grab a few spare pillows and... I don't know. Sleep in the bathtub or something."

"At Once! Great Lord and Master."

You walk past her and into your meditation chamber. It's properly deserving of the name now, with incense burners and soft red lighting. At Lord Rexas' behest you got a proper tea set as well. The kind you use a brush to mix, and serve in bowls. At least Father's too out of touch to think you're going through a "Hitoshian Enthusiast" phase like Jerec did.

It's a stroke of luck really, you don't think you could give up the tea.

Roll d100's to un-dead your eye.
75 TN (Geddit?)
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>3802419
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>3802419
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3802419
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>3802419
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>>3802423
>>3802425
>>3802431
>>3802433
Sweet Lawd.
You're luminous beings, anons.
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>>3802439
All seeing eye get?
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First, you take a look at the damage in mirror. It's only been dead for about half an hour, so it's just starting to get glassy. An easy fix. You feel it out with the force, testing where the connections have frayed and repairing where they've snapped. It's only recently that you've begun to fully understand exactly how it is you've kept yourself alive all these years with the help of your teacher.

The force flows through your body like thread through a doll. It concentrates at joints and other places of weakness into great knots of power and flows through the blood in your veins. Technically you could force movement without actually using your muscles, but you need your eyes to see, and they need to be connected to your brain and your brain needs oxygen from the lungs and so on.

Perhaps once you no longer need eyes to see you could decouple from your weak flesh entirely, and simply exist as a construct of Force power. The idea has an undeniable appeal, but you are far from there.in terms of skill at least. You take the anger from earlier, and spool it out into a long thread, winding it around the snapped wire which overlaps with your eye. The only problem, you reflect. Is that it requires total concentration, literally at all times. The only time your body isn't actively shaking itself apart is when you're on your medication, which clouds the mind and dulls the senses, allowing you to sleep.

An acceptable trade-off for now. But hopefully one for which the necessity can soon be circumvented. You finish stapling your body back into shape, and open your eyes. The right one is a slightly darker shade of pink than before, but not so much that it can't be explained away through maturation.You think back to your teacher's words.

"We're not just meat, child. It's part of us, but the part of you that thinks is so much greater and more important. Protect your mind, everything else can be replaced."

"Whoever said that is a smart man, you should listen to him more often. Serve tea now."

You pull the kettle over, and think on what to ask the Dark Lord sat before you.
>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill. I would appreciate your assistance in ridding my father of him.
>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill, I would appreciate your assistance in monitoring his activities.
>Our guests want to form a coalition in favour of restoring the military. Would you give me your opinion on that matter? And perhaps some advice concerning political manoeuvring?

Choose Two. Your teacher cannot aid you in overcoming all problems.
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>>3802542
>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>Our guests want to form a coalition in favour of restoring the military. Would you give me your opinion on that matter? And perhaps some advice concerning political manoeuvring?
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>>3802419
>Performing arcane rituals to summon abs from the abyss
Top kek. 10/10. Perfect waifu. We don't need anyone else
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>>3802542
>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>Our guests want to form a coalition in favour of restoring the military. Would you give me your opinion on that matter? And perhaps some advice concerning political manoeuvring?
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>>3802542
>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill, I would appreciate your assistance in monitoring his activities.
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>>3802549
Suppoting
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>>3802542
We NEED to increase our BODY stat. We quite literally are falling apart.
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>>3802542
>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>Our guests want to form a coalition in favour of restoring the military. Would you give me your opinion on that matter? And perhaps some advice concerning political manoeuvring?
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>>3802549
>>3802555
>>3802562
>>3802564
>>3802570
Given how unanimous you guys are, I'm gonna call the voting here, however I'm gonna sleep as well. I'll see you guys in 8 hours or so.

The question for tonight is...
How's my symbolism? I've really been working on trying to make the force seem like magic, and not a videogamey mechanic. Are you guys into it? Or would you prefer something a bit more concrete and defineable.
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>>3802579
The symbolism is kino and exactly what nu-SW is missing. Please continue.
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>>3802579
I like how you're handling it so far.
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>>3802579
Keep it up. The Force is a Buddhist God magical energy thing. Not life hacking bacteria (one legitimate claim against the prequels is this concept).

Its space magic. Treat it like that.
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>>3802768
The medichlorians don’t give you the force, they feed on the force
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>>3802419
Dear god, she’s going to literally break our pelvis isn’t she?
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>>3802542
>>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill, I would appreciate your assistance in monitoring his activities.
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>>3802982
If we run into issues with her, we'll just banish her to the bathtub and everything'll be fine.
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>>3802579
The less defined the better, and you're doing top notch mate. The Force is weird and vague philosophy magic that's, at best, understood on a personal level
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Never actually interacted with anything on /qst/ before, and I'm pleased to find this thread. Finding the Emperor's Wrath's force ghost is neat as fuck, and the bit about the Hero of Tython is sick. Rexas was a Light Side Juggernaut then? Obviously it'll take a while, but I hope Revan himself comes to visit, seeing as he's not officially gone.

>>3802542
>You know there's a Jedi here. I need advice.
>There's a man, who I think may wish my family ill. I would appreciate your assistance in ridding my father of him.
I would've gone for the "monitoring his activities" one, but Dooku is downstairs, and he might sense a strong presence like the Empire's Wrath if it's floating a few feet away from him. While I feel it is worth keeping Dooku's intrigue, you'll get the bad attention if he senses a Dark Side presence floating around. Might be pretty cool if you could convince Dooku to talk about Makashi, and tell Rexas and see what he thinks about it.

Also, when the time comes, it might be nice to ask Dooku how he feels about the Jedi order, since I'm assuming this is before TPM?
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>>3803100
mate, you have summed up the Force beautifully, good job
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>>3803312
A bit hypocritical coming from me, but I don't think having Rexas doing recon would be too dangerous. Rexas revealed himself to us among the guests, so either he's confident that he can hide his presence from Dooku, he's confident that Dooku will be able to detect his presence regardless of what he does, or that Dooku being aware of his presence is currently neither detrimental to him or an advantage.

That being said, I would much rather ask our Master for advice than assistance. Moreover, while I do view Fissk as a serious threat, I doubt that he will attempt anything violent in the presence of a Jedi and a solider. I think our best play at this time is to see what we can do to strengthen our family's political position, then determine our actions concerning Fissk when we are able to address our concerns with father safely and directly. There is risk involved in not dealing with our enemies immediately, but I think we stand to gain more from waiting than our enemies do.
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Hey, so there’s been an unfortunate change of plans, and I’ll be phoneposting for most of today.

I’ll link to this with my computer as proof that I’m not a shitposter.
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>>3803391
This is me, can confirm.

>>3803312
thanks anon, and yes he's a juggernaut. Immortal, funnily enough.
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>>3803391
>>3803392
Same ID, are you on WiFi on the phone?
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>>3803393
ah yes.
I feel like a fool now.
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mostly irrelevant for now anyway. Think I might have time for the next update.
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>>3803342
Honestly? I don't think it mattered to much.
Jedi masters tend to be somewhat perceptive and our eye died from strain. Literally. While he was testing our mental defenses.

Even if our shield held I somehow doubt he would have missed, or not sensed, something as drastic as that happening right in front of him. Not to mention that we went back to our room and performed force-surgery on ourselves. Which if he was already "listening in" for something funky would probably be noticed, no?
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>>3802982
>Dear god, she’s going to literally break our pelvis isn’t she?
What are you, some kind of degenerate? We don't consort with aliens.
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>>3803464
But we are an alien to the nature of Kuat?
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>>3803397
You might want to pick out a tripcode before the thread dies.
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>>3803397
Yeah a trip would be wise

Qming is one of the few times when people will give you shit for not tripfagging
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>>3803397
Just in case you need a reference: it works like this
Name#password
Or
Name##password
In the name field

For example the trip i took for this singular post is Anon##Anon
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>>3803809
Cheers, I’ll stick it on when I get home.

Sorry for the lack of updates, but I’m having a very nice dinner with family.
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>>3803876
Don't ever be sorry that you're spending time with people you love dude, it's a quest thread we can wait.
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>>3804096
speak for yourself mate, i keep refreshing
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>>3803876
No problem, have a good time.
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Your hands move on automatic as your mind rumbles away. You don’t want to ask too much, but this is quickly becoming more and more complicated. You watch him for a second as you think on your problems.

Fissk reeks of poor intention, but he doesn’t seem to pose an immediate threat. Far more likely that if he’s planning anything it’s long term. You’ve already read him like a book, after all.

Far more troubling is Master Dooku, he’s a Jedi, and a particularly dangerous one to boot. This, you think will be worth asking your master.

“Lord, you know that Master Dooku is here. I don’t think he knows of us, but I’m worried he might discover the truth. I need your guidance.”

He nods as you pour the tea, and watches as you place one cup in front of him. “He’s strong, and wise. We must assume he already suspects that you’re strong in the force, and that he means to investigate.” Lord Rexas leans forward, an icy hand clasping your shoulder. “You made a valiant effort, and you prevented him from learning anything other than that you can manipulate the force. Be proud Acolyte, but careful.”

You drink deep, mind racing. “What do I do? I will not be removed from my home.”

“You cannot match him, not directly. He knows not the truth of our alliance, let it remain that way. Maintain your guard, and keep his suspicions as just that. The Jedi Council will call him away soon if nothing is amiss.” Your masters voice is calm, and once presented with a plan of action your confidence returns.

“I just have to stall him until he leaves then?”

He nods, placing his hand over his tea. “Just so. It may also be time to accelerate your training.”

You lean forwards, confused. “A Jedi Master is here, surely we should be more careful.” He waves his hand dismissively.

“It may prove necessary to escape him, rather than outmanoeuvre him. If so, you must be able to defend yourself.”

He’s sat perfectly still now, calm as ever despite his suggestion to take insane risk. You speak in hushed tones as he finishes doing... something to the tea.

“He’ll notice surely. This room’s not large enough to fence in. Nowhere else is safe.”

He pushes the tea over to you. It’s once green colour now swirling with electric blue.

“Drink this, before you sleep. It will enlighten you.”

You give it a long look, and place it on the tray for later consideration. “I have another question.”

He simply tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“The party here is concerned with the creation of a Republic military, to hunt pirates and stymie the Hutt cartels. I agree broadly with them, but I worry that their meeting here might be dangerous to my family. I don’t quite know what to do.”

The spectre laughs, a long deep chuckle that echoes slightly through the room. “A military force for the Republic.” He says, mock horror and biting sarcasm throughout his tone.

“Are you a patriot Kadwyn?”

>Y
>N
>kind of
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>>3804452
>N
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>>3804452
>N
>Kuat is all that I have ever known, and it would be foolish to blindly pledge myself to a Republic that I have never seen in action. The fact that they are divided on enforcing their own laws is not encouraging.
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>>3804452
>N
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>>3804452
Kind of.
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>>3804452
>N
>Kuat is all that I have ever known, and it would be foolish to blindly pledge myself to a Republic that I have never seen at work. The fact that they are divided on enforcing their own laws is not encouraging.
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>>3804452
>Fissk reeks of poor intention, but he doesn’t seem to pose an immediate threat. Far more likely that if he’s planning anything it’s long term. You’ve already read him like a book, after all.
Is it normal for force users in the universe to get such clear understanding of other people?
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>>3804452
>N
>Would I make a better impression on those present if they thought I were?
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>>3804486
Yes, but it’s highly conditional.
>A. Are they one of the alien species whose thought process is weird and stops it.
>B. Are they trained in resisting mental invasions, or just really goddamn stubborn.
>C. Are they a force user, capable of recognising your intent and intuitively defending themselves.

If all three are negative, then it’s basically free real estate.
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>>3804452
>N
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>>3804452
>N
>Kuat is all that I have ever known, and it would be foolish to blindly pledge myself to a Republic that I have never seen at work. The fact that they are divided on enforcing their own laws is not encouraging.
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>>3804452
>>kind of
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checking to see if this works. Also I have returned home.
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N, with shades of >>3804471

>>3804506
I would like to add that this is what I've extrapolated from watching the films, playing the games and reading a few, but not all comics. My knowledge of this particular star wars subject is not 100%, on the other hand, you're not straight up mind reading him either. The character's impression here comes from meeting him and interacting.

>He's only connected to you and your father through greed and ambition.
>Hates Baron Lokk after losing two hands of a card game, for no money.
>Responded to questions with fear.
>Is alone, and you have a jedi and soldier present.

Being politically minded and rather smart, you decided he probably was up to something, but it wouldn't be an immediate threat. Not mind reading, more like cold reading really.
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>>3804657
I'm curious but feel free to not answer if it would spoil anything. Would Rexas still have started super-charging us if we hadn't asked about Dooku?
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>>3804657
Is this man about to tell us to seek the Forge of ancients
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"That's not the word I would use, no." You must admit slight confusion at the sudden change in subject. "Kuat is all I've ever known, and pledging myself to a Republic I've never seen at work would be foolish. That they are divided concerning the enforcement of their own laws is not encouraging."

Lord Rexas places one hand in the air, gesturing to nothing in particular. "Indeed, a house divided cannot stand. Why take shelter beneath the boughs of a burning tree?"

You shrug, gesturing to the family crest on your tunic. "My loyalty is to people, my family and friends." You say, questioning if this is some sort of test. "Why should I care about the Republic if it can't protect itself?" Not a statement of mockery, but an honest question.

"If the Republic died tomorrow, people would still need to eat." He begins. "Colonists would still need protection and trade would still need to be taxed. Someone would need to fill the administrative void. Who do you think would do it? The Techno Union perhaps, so that we might slave away in their factories? Tarkin and the other militiamen, forming a military Junta? Or would it be the most powerful remaining entity, the Hutts? I did battle with the Republic because I thought I would replace it with something better. If I was not so convinced, I would have fought with them."

"The Hutts would not treat your family well, if they were in charge I feel."

You furrow your eyebrows quizzically, trying to decipher his meaning. "You think I should serve the Republic?"

He shakes his head, gentle reproach in his voice. "I think you must take whatever action benefits you and the people for whom you care. There is no Sith Empire to usurp, so you are left with the Republic and the Hutts. I do not approve of slavers, but you may disagree. I..." He trails off, shaking his head again. "Perhaps later."

He gestures to the cup of swirling green. "I have to rest, creating that and masking my presence is tiring. There are no more lessons for now." He waves you away, and you stand, heading back out into your chambers. You can hear faint snoring coming from the bathroom, and it is about six in the afternoon.

You feel perhaps it would be best to get an early night, eyeing the... substance. But you still have an our or so to go.

>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.

>The guests will have scattered by now, if you wished to talk further with them then it could well be possible.

>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.

>Jerec's probably with the Baron. Time with friends is never wasted.
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>>3804801
>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.
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>>3804801
>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.
I wouldn't be surprised if our father, being the more experienced politician, already has suspicions and/or misgivings of his own about the quests already.
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>>3804801
>Jerec's probably with the Baron. Time with friends is never wasted.
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>>3804801
>>The guests will have scattered by now, if you wished to talk further with them then it could well be possible.
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>>3804801
>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.
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>>3804801
>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.
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>>3804801
>Jerec's probably with the Baron. Time with friends is never wasted.
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You know how we have a bunch of swords and are probably going to duel with swords?

I think we should use the older technique of making a sword and infusing it with the force rather than using a lightsaber.

Why? For one, the cool factor. There are actual reasons though. Such as the fact that it would be less suspicious to get, the other being that we would have prior experience with a sword, but none with an actual lightsaber.

And before you complain about ineffectiveness, there used to be a Jedi with a force infused wooden staff that could take lightsaber strikes, and deal equivalent amounts of damage. Since we would be making a sword, we could also mix in something like cortosis, which dissipates lightsaber strikes.

The only difficulty would be getting our hands on the technique, as it is REALLY old, not just normal old like Rexas.
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>>3804801
>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarist

>>3804833
That would be dope but it sounds like it'll be a challenge to go for. Hopefully Rexas proves receptive to the idea or we'll have to settle for a lightsaber.
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>>3804833
+1 Though given that several primitive cultures that had no contact with each other were able to do the same trick as the old guy with the staff, it should be simple enough of a power to perform.

Though I am more of a fan of channeling the force into these hands and going to town, which has the added benefit of being similar to what we are already doing instinctively.
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>>3804853
When I said the method is old, I meant it. Back when the Jedi and Sith were one and practiced the light and dark sides of the force in equal measure.
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>>3804853
its aclemy,
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>>3804801
>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.
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>Talk to Dad

I must sleep though, I will continue tomorrow.
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>>3804833
Hell no, just get a fucking lightsaber. If anything, get a curved hilt like Dooku's, to aid in dueling.
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>>3804833
That's such a stupid idea. This kid is not physically equipped to be swinging around a metal sword as if it was a lightsaber, which has weight only in the hilt, and not throughout the sword. An altered blade doesn't even have the same utility as a lightsaber. It makes no sense for him do go with an actual sword.
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>>3804801
>You could look up some texts on Kuati duelling? If your master is teaching you combat techniques then they may prove useful.

>>3804833
Max style points but it's probably best to ape Dooku's curved hilt.
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>>3805037
The point is not to use it as if a lightsaber. The point is that it's been implied that we will get dueling training from Dad sooner or later, and to use that experience directly, rather than try to convert it to lightsaber combat. You do have a point about the utility though.
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>>3805114
Who gives a shit about "Dad's dueling training"? Rexas was one of the greatest lightsaber duelists of his time, and at some point he'll teach us the "Terentatek Style" he gloated about. There's no point in deciding to use some obsolete bladed weapon with an inferior dueling style (even IF the blade is altered), over an actual lightsaber.
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>>3805130
I agree, we can try to stay undercover all we want, once we loose that advantage the older style would be irrelevant
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>>3804833
I get where you are coming, but its really not feasible. Our body is weak, weak and fragile beyond reason and this is not a good combination with sharp metal objects swung forcefully.

Now we also happen to have someone to train us in lightsabre creation/usage/etc, if that wasn't the case I'd be quite inclined to agree with you
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I don't know about you, but I see Kadwyn focusing on building a solid foundation of control over the force first. Swordfighting can come later, when his ability to augment himself with the force lets him avoid inevitable damage to his body from rigors of training.

That and as you may have noticed during conversations, he seems to be quite shrewd naturally. We could capitalize on it by picking charisma upgrades occasionally. Manipulating republic's political realm to an extent with our solid Kuat background could be fun.
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>>3805396
I agree with focusing on force manipulation. Mostly because I suspect training will breakdown our body even faster. So until we can strengthen it I don't think its a good idea. If we can get more advanced with life support and maybe even turn into a booster I think it can be possible.

Personally, I wanna abuse the fuck out of 5/5 mind and learn some stuff beyond the force. Like alchemy is clearly chemistry and medicinal based but fused with the force. I am curious about what we can do with stuff like engineering and other knowledge. Like force lightning is possible to channel it through force related materials to either enhance its effects or decrease the strain of use? What about those old magical Sith and alchemist droids that had the Force infused into them? What about modifying a spaceship around the Force?

we got a maxed out mind. We can do SO much more than just relying solely upon the Force. I want to see what we can fuse it with and it also serves as a helpful disguise. I want to have many tools, tricks, and resources up our sleeve that they would never suspect a Sith or force user to actually bother utilizing. Plus building our own custom droids unless we can properly mindread people will be damn useful until we can learn the lightsaber and ensure we have trustworthy minions.
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>>3804801
>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.
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>>3804801
Right, and the vote.
>Father may well be alone, and it would not be overly rude to request a private conversation. Informing him of your misgivings regarding Fissk may be prudent, or you may have questions concerning the Militarists.
Even if he is already fully aware, talking to our father about the subject may offer us additional insights and experience.
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You wonder for a second if you should wake Aola, but dismiss it after some thought. You've had enough risk for today.

Walking down the corridors of your lineage is calming, even in such a trying time as this. You try to think laterally as you approach your father's chambers, seeing the various problems here as an opportunity for growth, rather than potential setbacks. The good Count has accelerated your training with his presence alone, and this business with the Militarists may prove useful, if you can decipher your master's advice.

You actually bump into Baron Lokk on the way to your father's chambers, the older man deep in conversation with Tarkin and the Agamarian senator as you pass. The other two nod politely, but the good Baron stops and turns to you as you pass. "Ah, perfect timing young man. I believe your father was just about to send for you."

You thank him quickly, then speed yourself to father's office.

You and your father have broadly similar tastes in decor, as is to be expected. The only evidence that you haven't just walked in a circle is the lack of swords on the wall, and the lack of snoring bodyguard in his bathroom. He's stood by the window, a small glass of Corellian whisky in his hand.

"Kadwyn, it's good to see you." He begins. "I thought it would be best if we discussed this Militarist matter."

You stand next to him by the window, listening intently as he continues.
"The Baron is an old friend of mine, he was actually my bodyguard before a series of rather unpleasant events occurred. We both made it through, and were both significantly enriched for the trouble. Now he's Carida's main representative in the Senate, and I serve the same role for Kuat."

"Why are you telling me this?"

He takes another swig from his glass before answering, giving some thought to his next words. "This Militarist party cannot hope to succeed without the popular support of prestigious Core worlds. They would raise hell in the senate, but would lack the political sway to pass any motions or gain ground. In return, this military would need to purchase vessels of war. Weaponry and armament in extreme bulk, not to mention star-ships."

You nod thoughtfully, mind already working to connect the dots. "We'd be making money hand over fist!"

"Exactly."

tbc
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"Tomorrow the other potential members will arrive, no doubt with more than a few who detest the idea of a professional military, and will seek to undermine this new block from forming, or paint us as warmongering madmen." he gestures outside, almost perfectly timed as you see a small group of twenty or so armed men land on the pad outside.

"I've taken the liberty of hiring some guards, but..." He shifts uncomfortably, his composure breaking as he looks you in the eye. "I was hoping you'd keep an eye out as well. Tell me of those who come with poor intentions. I know Baron Lokk and our friend from Rothana, but most of the people here tomorrow will be from the Outer Rim. I'll be lucky to have heard of them."

Ah, that makes sense. You nod, before seizing the opportunity. "In that case father, I'd like to mention one of the people I met earlier. The representative from Fissk mining. I get the feeling." (A more subtle way of saying "I read his mind" given your fathers discomfort.) "He's not being entirely open with us, I don't know if he's planning something necessarily but I wouldn't trust him to tell me the sky was blue."

His face switches from surprise to relief as you speak, and he sighs as you finish. "Its a relief then, that you were looking. Thank you, I'll mention that to the guards." On the other hand, you've talked to most of our guests, at least in passing. Are there any who you think might be good allies? Trustworthiness is the operative word here."

>Dooku is too mysterious, and it would be best to keep him at arms length. Tarkin is a firebrand, making him dangerous. Not good candidates, either of them.
>It may be useful, cultivating close ties with the Jedi politically. besides, your father can do the talking.
>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
>write in.
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>>3805593
>>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
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>>3805593
>>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
Sorry, I am just (another) sucker for Tarkin.
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>>3805593
>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
Eriadu is Tarkin, right?
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>>3805593
>Eriadu is one of the oldest and wealthiest worlds in the Republic, even if its relevancy has faded recently. Not to mention that having a soldier on hand when speaking of military matters is just good sense.
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Tarkinmind.

I shall write.
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You lean against the wall, deep in thought. This is not a conversation to take lightly, and not an easy decision. Dooku is too mysterious, and it would be best to keep him at arms length, your mind is shielded and your father is stubborn but Dooku is also dangerous in other ways. You shouldn't invite too much of his presence either. You've already had your second chance, something tells you you'll not receive a third.

On the other hand, you know a young Eriaduan who could do with a foot in the door. He's motivated mostly by patriotism and his hatred of slavers from what you've seen. Trustworthy, even if he does have a bit of a temper. "The representative from the Outlands Security Force. Tarkin. He's a soldier, not a politician. And I truly believe he's here out of love for the Republic." You stand back up to your full height, more confident now. "We spoke earlier, and he's having trouble finding a place in our gathering. I saw him with the Baron, but being seen with us might help. He confided earlier that he's also here representing Eriadu, unofficially."

Your father strokes his beard, nodding along. "Good, I was observing him but couldn't get much. He's stoic." Coming from your father that's high praise. "I'll invite him to dinner. Will you be joining us?"

You shake your head. "I'm sorry, I'm tired, and need to get an early night."

He nods, and turns back to look outside. You can see the shipyards from here, a great ring of steel and circuitry that span from one end of the sky to another. "I will see you tomorrow, then son."

You turn, recognising the end of the conversation. No doubt there will be others waiting to speak with him. You turn and leave, returning to your chambers. On the way, you hear muffled speech coming from one of the guest rooms. The voice is too quiet to hear quite who it is, but it would not be impossible to get closer.

>Eavesdropping is rude and suspicious. You don't want to cause any discord before the conference tomorrow.
>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
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>>3805681
>>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
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>>3805681
>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
Can we enhance our hearing with the force so we don't have to get too close
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>>3805681
What if we risk getting a sense of who it might be first? Or is it too revealing in case Dooku is probing around?
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>>3805694
Your "kinda mind reading" has the big limitation of being limited by sight. and it's behind a closed door.
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>>3805697
Oh, I assumed force users can sense life around them and maybe distinguish between different persons.

We could ask one of the guards if they know whose room that is. Lets not be so conspicuous, we're the son of the owner of the place.
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>>3805681
>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.

I'm going to shit myself if it turns out to be Dooku.
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>>3805681
>It could be Fissk, or one of the others. Forewarned is forearmed.
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>>3805703
Force users can usually, but how the force manifests and how it appears to people is different. You're only just learning to use the force, so you might not have figured out the more advanced stuff yet.

Your way of viewing the force is in seeing the connections between things. At the moment you need to see one of the things before you can see the connection. That might change later.
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Listening in wins.
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You consider checking who's staying in that room with a servant, but you don't want to miss your opportunity here. Instead you press yourself to the outside of the door, cloaking your self in the force with a projected sense of nothing.

"-ll seem rather civilised. I'm almost certain he invited me for that very reason."

Ah, not the person you wanted to listen in on then. Or the person you wanted to be separated from by anything so mundane as a door. You consider leaving, but stop yourself, this is an uncommon opportunity "Honestly I find myself in agreement with most of their complaints. The Senate's corruption being chief among them."

A voice you don't recognise enters the conversation. Old and frail sounding, it rebukes Dooku. "Not our concern, that is. Separate from the Senate we must remain, or risk the Tyranny of darker times."

You hear agreement from others, and you instinctively bare your teeth in distaste. People are dying. Judging from Dooku's voice when he responds, he shares the sentiment to some degree.

"These are not bloodthirsty maniacs we are dealing with, but sentients with legitimate complaints. Should we not promote change if it means saving lives?"

Another voice enters the conversation, they're deep voiced, but smoother where Dooku sounds like rolling thunder. "This Council has made it's decision. If weapons are created, people will use them. We cannot allow a galactic war to disrupt the peace. And we must take steps against it."

Roll some d100's
75 to ???
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3805797
Fucking peaceniks
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3805797
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3805797
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3805797
Not just Dooku but Yoda and some other commie too. My britches are officially shat.
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>>3805815

So these were both at the exact same time. I have actually never seen that before.
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>>3805817
Again.
FUCK
PEACENIKS
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>>3805797
>"This Council has made it's decision. If weapons are created, people will use them. We cannot allow a galactic war to disrupt the peace. And we must take steps against it."

I know Yoda was a faggot but not to this point.
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>>3805845
Pretty sure that is windoo
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>>3805850
Both of them
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>>3805853
Can't argue with that
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Your shield cracks for a moment, a thin tendril of anger sneaking out through your mask of nothing. There's silence for a moment, and your heart jumps into your throat.

"Master Dooku?" Oh god, what if he noticed.

You freeze at the door, not daring to move an inch.

"My apologies councillors. I thought I heard something." And breathe. Nothing to worry about there.

Yet ANOTHER voice enters the conversation, how many damn people are sitting in on this call? "Be mindful that you do not allow yourself to become distracted. We must resolve these situations as conscientiously as possible. Masters Plo Koon and Drallig are already investigating reports from the Rim, if they return with evidence we can begin to move."

"Of course, masters."

The conversation ends, and you can hear the click of a communicator switching off. You immediately turn the nearest corner, walking quietly and with purpose back towards your rooms, careful to keep your concealment intact. Frustration and anger roil in your stomach as you return to your rooms, but you twist it and shackle it before you can do anything rash.

Accept the fear, don't let it break you.
Drive your hate, don't let it steer you.

You get undressed, before staring deep into the cup of sorcery waiting by your bedside. It's still hot when you touch it.

>Maybe you should leave it. If Dooku wasn't suspicious before he was now. And this is clearly Force Fuckery.
>Down the hatch.
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>>3805874
>Down the hatch.

If Dooku knows, we need to be ready to escape.
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>>3805874
>>Down the hatch.

What could possibly go wrong?
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>>3805874
>Maybe you should leave it. If Dooku wasn't suspicious before he was now. And this is clearly Force Fuckery.
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>>3805874
>down the hatch
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>>3805874
>Down the hatch.
DAB on those jedi
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>>3805874
>Down the hatch.
Fortes fortuna adiuvat!
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>>3805878
>>3805884
>>3805898
>>3805900
Bone hurting juice. DRUNK
Lies of the Jedi. SEEN THROUGH
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>>3805920
HYPE
Y
P
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>>3805920
We My Sith Academy now boys!
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>>3805920
Awww sheeeeit
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>>3805920
Jeez I wonder who could be behind this post?
Pure Pazzak!
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You shake your head, clearing the cobwebs out. Lord Rexas believed this would be the optimal strategy and while you might be smart, you certainly aren't a centuries old warrior spirit who led armies across the galaxy. Best to trust him, you muse while going through your medicines. You'll need this if the Jedi do become a problem.

Although, Dooku's relationship with them sounded strained at best. Perhaps you could make him an ally with time? You'd need to get to know him more, a dangerous proposition.

After you're done with your nightly rituals, you bring the cup to your mouth and drink deep. It's disgusting, and it's a struggle to keep it down. It's not long before the taste fades though, and you close your eyes.

You awaken some time later, your bed strangely hard beneath you. Your eyes snap open, and you stand up, confused by your new surroundings. You're on top of a great stone plateau, under an orange sky. Walking to the edge you stare down into a great abyss, with nothing else in sight.

"Do you like it?"

You spin at your teacher's voice, returning to the centre of the plateau. "It's interesting, to be sure."

Rexas is stood where you first awoke, A silver and black cylinder gripped in his hand. Even as a child you knew what lightsabers were, but understanding the science and significance of them only reinforces the power those symbols carry.

"This is one of the more basic forms of Dream Sorcery, taught to me by a fellow Sith. Darth Nox, though I don't expect the name to mean anything to you. She was more what you might consider a typical Sith."

You tilt your head and he stops, waiting to hear you. "So I'm asleep then? Why not train like this all the time?"

He steps forward, tossing the lightsaber from one hand to another. "If not taken in moderation, the drink can trap you in your own mind. Tormented eternally by your worst, most horrific nightmares."
You nod. "Honestly I should have expected something like that."

He just chuckles, placing the saber back on his belt. "Are you ready to learn, Acolyte? The Way of the Terentatek is not simple, nor easy."

"I am."

"Then follow my posture." He stands straight and tall, his arms at his side. It's not so different from a diplomat's stance, so long as you ignore that one leg is turned to the side and brought back. "The style is also called The Way of the Immortal. Or simply "Perfection". The duellist cannot shout, snarl or cry out in pain. You lord your strength over the enemy and cut him down effortlessly. No matter how difficult you might truly find them. This intimidates your foe, and clouds his mind with fear. It embodies control and emphasises strategy in the duel. Making it uniquely suited to you and I."

tbc
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>>3806047
Oi Big Daddy S, Just gonna say its actually blast having such a rolleroaster of a fucking quest pop up. God bless mate
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>>3806047
You spend the next three hours practising footwork and poise. "The twenty three steps" of Terentatek style is an interesting if repetitive exercise. A kata for the proper footwork, wherein you slowly make your way from one side of the plateau to the other while your master corrects your stance and occasionally throws his (thankfully switched off) lightsaber at you when you step wrongfully.

Turns out you can feel pain here. It really is an impressive illusion. The one thing you do notice though is that while you begun almost as tired as when you went to sleep. You slowly become less and less exhausted, you assume as a result of your physical body resting.

Eventually you manage to complete it twice in a row, without incensing your teacher into throwing anything at you. He nods and says to stop, gesturing at you to return to the centre. "You're at an acceptable level, but I expect you to keep practising that whenever you get the opportunity, it's is to all intentions just a poise exercise, so say it's for the courts. Now for the real fun."

He waves a hand, and another copy of his lightsaber appears in his hand, which he throws to you. It's ringed in black and silver, and has a red indented button about halfway up.

"Now follow along."

More time is spent going through the steps again, but this time with an accompanying saber movement. What you thought were simply repeated steps now reveal themselves to be the same step, but matched with a defensive or offensive saber movement. The strikes themselves are interesting, with every single offensive technique >[being one handed]< while the defensive ones are all performed with both hands. It's difficult to quickly switch between grips, but you have a patient teacher.

"In truth, there are only ten steps. One for each cardinal direction, as well as ducking under and jumping over attacks. This is the most basic kata one can learn in the Way, and will aid you in learning the deeper mysteries. Now we will spar. I do not expect you to win."

You turn, about to bow or protest. Unfortunately he's already stepping in with his sabre ignited, bringing it down in The Advance, Step number one. You resign yourself as you reignite your training blade, eyes widening. Your blade makes contact with his, and you bat it away with a quick slice. This might hurt.


[Kadwyn, Way of the Strong]
Terentatek Style: Acolyte
Force: Revanchist Cultist
V
[Darth Rexas. The Emperor's Wrath]
Terentatek Style: Original Master
Force: Revanchist Spectre

>You've no idea how strong he actually is, but it's probably far stronger than you. Focus on using the steps to evade his strikes, while counterattacking with quick slices.
>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
>Write In
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>>3806146
>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
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>>3806146
>>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
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>>3806146
>>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
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>>3806047
>The duelist cannot shout, snarl or cry out in pain.
Ok, but Immortal Juggernauts need the Force Scream move to proc Sonic Barrier and that's important to mitigate damage as an Immortal Jugg. I didn't expect you to copy the Empire's Wrath down to the class mechanics, but I guess I was hopeful. Where are you going with this "Way of the Terentatek" style? In my mind, it would have been a fluid mix between the Immortal Juggernaut's Soresu and the Annihilation Marauder's Juyo.

>>3806146
>>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
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>>3806146
>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
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>>3806146
>The philosophical underpinning of this style is one of stoicism and Disdain, to treat him like a worthy opponent goes against the entire point of the style. Match him. You can withstand anything, he should know that by now.
Pour our scorn into it.
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>>3806155
I thought it was kinda weird that the Sith Empire had the same fighting styles as the Jedi after hundreds of years of separation, so I made two Sith Styles you could get depending on which character you started as. Kadwyn gets taught by the Emperor's Wrath, who uses Terentatek style and the Dromund Kass guy gets a different one, which I won't spoil.

Terentatek style is a Dark reflection of Shien/Djem So. Essentially being two different fighting styles stuck together, however it's less physically demanding due to most of the attacks being small cuts or thrusts like Makashi and the manoeuvring being deliberately slow. It's also specifically designed for use alongside the force, hence the one handed attacks.

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>>3806155
You're taking a risk apprentices. Roll d100s now.
DC 60 to not take damage, 80 to do good, 90 to do impressive.
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>>3806155
Well, the Tarentatek is a scary, venomous, monster thing that hunts force sensitives specifically.
I expect an aggressive dueling style much more suited to lightsabre combat then the "modern" styles. Possibly with smaller, quick, attacks to wear down the enemy (representing the venom) rather then powerful sweeping moves.
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>>3806180
Time to make Master proud.
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>>3806182
this guy gets it.
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>>3806184
I am proud of you, anon. Lets see if I can match it.
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>>3806188
You did good anons.

>>3806187
you should be careful
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>>3806187
Ah, damn it. Should've waited for >>3806188
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>>3806192
Never be afraid to shoot your shot Anon. For instance, I bet this roll will be terrible.
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>>3806182
>much more suited to lightsabre combat then the "modern" styles
What does it mean?
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>>3806213
most jedi these days learn Niman, which is mostly a meditative exercise and sucks ass in an actual fight if you can't just mind bullets the other guy to death.

Like a dude who does Tai Chi vs a professional boxer.
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>>3806180
>Terentatek style is a Dark reflection of Shien/Djem So
But the Shien form is something that the Vengeance Juggernaut skill tree has, not the Immortal skill tree. Reeeeee.

>Roll d100s now.
Fine. Never rolled before, I hope I'm doing it right.
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>>3806218
It's kinda famous because everyone who did Niman at Geonosis bit it hard.
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>>3806213
Right, basically, the Jedi haven't done much lightsabre fighting for a good long time.
Their enemies use things like blasters, vibroblades etc. The kind of thing you find in the hand of a battle droid, ganger, mercenaries or (god forbid) Mandalorians.
Their combat styles have evolved to deal with these enemies and they tend to focus much more on this kind of thing then 1v1 lightsabre dueling.

Our master comes from a time where massive armies of lightsabre armed jedi and sith ran screaming at one another and clashed in massive melee's, so odds are that since that was primary threat to him his combat style is much more suited to it.
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>>3806222
Oh come now, Niman is perfectly fine if you are powerful enough compared to your opponent that you'd win no matter what your fighting style is.
I hear its easy to learn to, that's a bonus!
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>>3806232
>If you can't just mind bullets the other guy to death.

But I am exaggerating for comedic effect. Exar Kun used Niman and he was the biggest ass kicker in the galaxy for literally his entire life, so eh.
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>>3806239
Well, in his defence Exar Chan was pretty much overpowered enough that it didn't really matter all that much what he ended up learning.

Was he the best because he was Exar Kun, or because he was using Niman?
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>>3806247
Not to mention he pioneered the double bladed lightsaber, which nobody in his era had seen before. It wasn't Niman, it was because he was Exar Kun.
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The question I wish to ask our master is why he is teaching us. What does he aim to achieve? Is it just for legacy-sake?
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>>3806262
...Maybe he's just bored?

My tinfoil hat theory is that he wants to have a physical body again and is training us so our body doesn't mulch itself apart during the possession. But that's just a theory.
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You match his advance with your own, bringing your lightsaber down and around in a sweep that would have taken his leg off, had he not retreated with step number five, spinning his sabre in a wide arc. [Looking at it, it clicks that all the retreating attacks are based around clearing space rather than causing actual damage.]

You chase after him with steps Two and Eight, bringing your saber down in what would be a thigh cut, before bringing it up and around into a neck sweep He ducks under it with his own Step Two, going for the same thigh cut. You step to the side with Three in defensive and perform a wide horizontal slash. forcing him back and batting the cut aside.

It's been three seconds and you can already taste your own blood, But his breathing has sped up. Only a bit, but it's there. You both step forwards in Eight, and your blades cross in front of you. You push at each other, but after a second he punches you hard in the stomach with his free hand, an astoundingly poor move.

On reflex you spit, painting his mask and open eyes red with blood. You try to follow up with a thrust, but he waves his blade almost dismissively and disarms you.

"Nicely done." He says, wiping claret from his eyes. "Assuming that was on purpose." Your sheepish look tells him all he needs to know, and he nearly doubles over with laughter. "You know, one of the reasons Terentatek are dangerous is because of their venom. Which they can spit small distances." He shakes off his gauntlet. "Keep practising, you've certainly got the idea down, just need to work on execution. You know you did that in total silence? I would have thrown in a FOOL somewhere, but silence can work too."

You're too busy piecing your lungs back together to comment, and nearly spit out more blood when he continues. "Now get up. We're doing it again."

A few hours of training later, you get up and stare at the ceiling. It feels unfair for him to put you through that and not let you be tired. After a second, you slowly get up and dressed, more awake than you've felt in years and thoroughly miserable about it.

Also Aola is still asleep in your bathroom, so you have to use a guest room's refresher. Lazy bint.

tbc
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>>3806327
A Sith Theory, thanks for watching.

>>3806352
bit late anon.
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>>3806332
>"You know, one of the reasons Terentatek are dangerous is because of their venom. Which they can spit small distances."
Assamite poison blood spitting technique unlocked
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How slow can one poke be?
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Actually feeling hungry for once, you decide to head downstairs to the hall. Hopefully there'll be some food to grab.

You meet Jerec down in the common lounge, getting there just as he starts to dig into a sandwich and some milk. "Hey." You nod to him, then grab an apple to eat. It's as you sit and eat that you muse on how complicated everything seems to have gotten recently.

All this stuff with the Jedi, and Militarists. It's good to have moments where you can stop and relax with a friend.

"You weren't at dinner last night, you okay man?" He asks once his mouth's empty, the concern in his eyes plain to see. "Sorry we couldn't talk more yesterday, dad was telling me all about this... stuff." He says, gesturing vaguely towards the guest quarters.

"It's fine. I was just tired. I needed an early night." You dump the core of your apple in a bin, looking around for a clock to figure out how early it is. The place is practically deserted, and even the servants you can see are yawning. After a second of extremely half hearted searching your eyes widen as you look to Jerec.

"Since when are you up at seven in the morning?"

He chews his sandwich, and points his glass at you, very nearly spilling blue milk everywhere. "Since always, the question is since when are YOU up at seven." He chuckles, before pointing vaguely upwards. "I imagine we'll be seeing sleeping beauty sometime after the guests get here then?"

"Chssk. When's that happening again?"

"Should be about three, if nothing else changes."

You nod, standing up to get a drink. "Yes, that sounds right." After getting some water, you stand and take a look out into the gardens. It's just starting to get sunny, and the place looks rather nice. Or you could grab Jerec and go wake Aola at secen in the morning..

>Go for a walk in the garden.
>RELEASE THE KRAKEN
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>>3806696
>RELEASE THE KRAKEN
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>>3806696
>RELEASE THE KRAKEN
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>>3806696
>RELEASE THE KRAKEN
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>>3806696
>>RELEASE THE KRAKEN
Is that xenophobic?
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>>3806696
>Go for a walk in the garden.
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>>3806699
Hey, it'd be nice to relax with my friend. Clearly the best way to bond is PAIN
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>>3806715
Maybe you shouldn't make one choice seem more appealing than the other. :^)
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>>3806724
yeah, I'm kind of running on fumes. Gonna call it a day.

also has anyone here seen Blasphemous on steam? That shit comes out in a few hours and it looks awesome.
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>>3806696
>Go for a walk in the garden.
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>>3806727
Looks fucking sick!
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>>3806727
Max hyped.

>>3806784
That's what I said when I saw that shit.
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I would really be happy if Kadwyn also finds a pragmatic Jedi willing to teach him about the Light Side. Rexas shouldn't have a problem with him learning about the Light Side either, if he's a follower of Revan.
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>>3807232
Like Qui-Gon Jin?
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>>3807244
I guess you could say that. I was thinking more of a jaded outcast Jedi Knight/Master, that was probably expelled from the Jedi Order for having an open mind about both sides of the force instead of just the Light Side.
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>>3807252
So like a Gray that got stepped on the wrong toes?
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>>3807271
>pic
I don't know how he managed to type that while taking every cock in the world.
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>>3807232
I wouldn't hold my breath, sadly, the Jedi are zealots at the best of times and have a rather poor view of things infused with 'the dark side' as we are inevitably going to be
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>>3807274
This.
I thought only a sith deals in absolutes.
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>>3807326
Thats true, except when it isn't.
The Sith are absolutely wrong and the jedi absolutely right, after all
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A smile spreads across your face as you turn back to Jerec."Want to go wake Aola?"You say, pointing at the clock. "It'll be more fun with all three of us and if I'm being subjected to politics then you two are doing it with me."

Jerec stands with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, but you're waking her up. It's too early in the morning for choking."

"Actually, it's strangulation. Choking is when something's stuck in your throat." You say, turning and giving him a quizzical look. "I didn't know you were into THAT sort of thing."

"Blow off."

Some time later the two of you find yourselves at the open door, staring down at the hellish monstrosity you're about to unleash. Listening to the engine-like snores of a dangerous beast.

"Poke her with a sword?"
"Poke her with a sword."

You take down one of the sabres and pass it to Jerec, who immediately passes it back to you. "You heard what I said earlier. It's too early to get choked."
"Strangled." You correct, passing the sabre back. "And I'm fragile, you can just bounce back."

He hisses and sputters for a second, before making yet more excuses. "Can't we just make a loud noise? Wake her up that way."

"We're right above the guest rooms, it'd wake up your father."

"So what, he finds a girl in your bed and gives you a high five." He says, clearly misunderstanding the gravity of the situation.

"Yes." you begin, pointing a finger at his chest. "Then he tells MY father."

"Ah, bugger." He says, finally getting it. "Please?"

>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.
>I choose life.
>[LOUD NOISES]
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>>3807405
>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.
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>>3807405
>I choose life.
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>>3807405
>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.
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I'd rather not risk a scandal.
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>>3807405
> we are playing an immature force user
She does sleep in the bathtub, does she? Can we use the Force to start the water from the neighbouring room? We would have to ask Jerec to not talk about happens.
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>>3807405
>>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.
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>>3807405
>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.

We don't seem the sort to shy away from responsibilities
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>>3807232
Dooku turns sith at some point, so he probably already has some doubts. I guess he could be able to teach us in a later occasion.

If he still turns sith, that is. Things aren't written in stone yet.
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>>3807469
Oh fuck
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>>3807405
>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.
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>>3807405
>I choose life.
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>>3807405
>Well he did ask politely. And she is YOUR bodyguard after all.
>>3807469
I'm calling your bluff
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>>3807595
Such arrogance
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"Fine." you spit at Jerec, the word laced with bitter acceptance. "But only because you're asking politely."

He gives you a thumbs up before leaning against the wall, no doubt relishing the entertainment to come. "Don't die, I need you to help me pick up chicks."

You give him the finger as you slowly advance on the sleeping Nautolan, sword at the ready to poke her in the ribs. Doing so might not have been the best idea however. After rolling around a bit in the pilfered sheets her eyes snap open and she grabs the blade, pulling you in with worrying intensity. "Wa-"
"HA!" She yells triumphantly. "Got 'im. Hey boss!.." You're a bit busy busy being twisted into a pretzel to see, but you can hear the exact moment she makes eye contact with Jerec across the room. "Wait..."

Jerec, to his credit is doing what you would normally do in the situation, namely watching and laughing at your pain. No doubt you'd be finding this amusing from where he is, but right now you're too busy trying not to think any thoughts containing phrases like "warm" or "surprisingly soft." You don't want this to end up as your "thing", stereotypes of the nobility notwithstanding you aren't sure your body could take it.

"ghk" It turns out that trying to speak through a collapsed windpipe is not conducive to effective communication. A quick patch job using the more uncomfortable feelings you're experiencing return your speech, and you quickly slap the side of her arm. "Aola, you can let go now."

"...right sorry..." She's suitably embarrassed at least, and being able to breathe again is always nice. "Eh, you okay?" She says as she pushes you back up and off of her.

"Yeah, just wanted to come and wake you. Jerec and I were gonna do something..?" You say, looking at him quizzically. He shrugs back. "And we didn't want to leave you out. There's going to be politics later so I'd like to relax a bit."

She nods at that, a grin that should really be illegal flying over her face. "So you've finally decided on the consort thing then." She spins you around by your shoulders, gesturing at the young Caridan, now splayed across the floor. "I can see why you'd be interested, he'd look good in a dress."

"Hey, I'd be the husband. I've had military training." He weakly protests.

>"Yeah, I can see it now. Flower petals fluttering through the air as you trip over your long white gown."
>"I was going to, but the sound of my bones creaking really bring out your eyes. So I'm not as sure now."
>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
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>>3807634
>"I was going to, but the sound of my bones creaking really bring out your eyes. So I'm not as sure now."
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>>3807634
>>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
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>>3807634
>"I was going to, but the sound of my bones creaking really bring out your eyes. So I'm not as sure now."
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>>3807634
>>"I was going to, but the sound of my bones creaking really bring out your eyes. So I'm not as sure now."
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>>3807634
>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
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>>3807634
>Nautolan
Holy shit, I still want our character to have a functioning reproductive system
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>>3807634
Forgot to vote.
>>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
If you want the best waifu.
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>>3807634
>>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
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>>3807634
>>"I was going to, but the sound of my bones creaking really bring out your eyes. So I'm not as sure now."
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>>3807634
>"I was going to, but the sound of my bones creaking really bring out your eyes. So I'm not as sure now."
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>>3807634
>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
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tiebreaker anyone?
if not I'll call it in 10 and flip a coin.
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>>3807634
>"Ah screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and then you'll all get really confused at the wedding."
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>>3807755
biting sarcasm wins the day
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>>3807762
Or is it???
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>>3807771
You FOOL, all of the options were biting sarcasm. You're vaguely spacebritish.
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>>3807639
Ditto
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>>3807776
>Inb4 it was vote for MC's sexuality and anons picked BI
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>>3807850
You mean autosexual.
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Once more you find yourself assailed by the slings and arrows of two incorrigible perverts, your only defence the biting sarcasm common to the people of Kuat. Luckily for you, not blushing is as simple as manipulating an ineffable cosmic force to shut off the necessary bodily functions. Some might argue that stopping your heart just to seem calm is an incredibly risky move, you would retort that you have a reputation to uphold. "Screw the both of you, I'm going to clone myself, and the wedding will be incredibly confusing for both of you."

"Hah!" Jerec begins, standing up off the floor. "Now I get to make the incest jokes."

Aola pushes you towards him and stretches, ever quick to put him down. "It's masturbation Jerec, we've had this conversation before."

"Besides" you continue. "You could always make incest jokes, they just might land a bit Close to Home."

"Go fuck yourself."

You head through to the main room with a grin on your face, arms spread wide in the smuggest possible pose. "That's the plan buddy, weren't you listening?"

There's still a few hours to go before important stuff starts happening. What's the plan?
>Rock around the gardens for a while
>Go for a walk outside maybe, there's a ton of cool places in the forest and Jerec can climb pretty much anything.
>The attic always has more cool stuff.
>write in.

>>3807850
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>>3807873
>Go for a walk outside maybe, there's a ton of cool places in the forest and Jerec can climb pretty much anything.
>bi
are we really already entering the QM's magical realm
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>>3807873
>Go for a walk outside maybe, there's a ton of cool places in the forest and Jerec can climb pretty much anything.

Straight.
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>>3807873
>>Go for a walk outside maybe, there's a ton of cool places in the forest and Jerec can climb pretty much anything.
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>>3807873
>Rock around the gardens for a while
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>>3807873
>The attic always has more cool stuff.
It's easier to eavesdrop from attic
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>>3807879
I swear to god if this turns into a Bioware game...
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>>3807894
And much harder to get kidnap
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>>3807897
>>3807894
But so much more difficult to run into people and have nice little conversations with father's guests
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>>3807879
I just thought it'd be best to let you guys decide, especially after a few scenes with potential interests. And it makes sense to ask and answer that question now given the character's age. Don't worry though. There will be one more timeskip before the intro ends. Think of this like being at the start of a Fable game. You'll be older soon, with more freedom.
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>>3807900
I'm just being an asshole since I don't really come to a star wars quest for references to crossdressing, incest, and bisexuality. I'm sure none of those will be the focus anyway but still.
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>>3807908
... You are aware that we are a noble, yes?
And also, if I may:
"The force shall set you free"
Sith do whatever sith do mate
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>>3807908
I totally get that. The point of it is essentially show that you're a bunch of dumb kids, despite that you might be competent in some areas.

The incest thing was more that I needed an equivalent to welsh jokes.

Part of friendships is being able to rip the piss out of each other, and i had to come up with a way of writing that. which is hard.
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>>3807873
>>Rock around the gardens for a while
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>>3807896
>>3807900
Unfortunately, we've been bamboozled
>>3807913
Sweet. In that case, the Sith wants you piss off with that excuse
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>>3807926
>Part of friendships is being able to rip the piss out of each other, and i had to come up with a way of writing that. which is hard.

So much fucking this. You are doing good job so far.
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>>3807873
>>Go for a walk outside maybe, there's a ton of cool places in the forest and Jerec can climb pretty much anything.
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calling the voting here.
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When will Kadwyn find his romantic interest? Having something to protect would make him powerful.


>The Council had offered to find a suitable Master to retrain him in the proper ways of the Jedi—an offer he had flatly refused. Revan had learned too much about the Force, both the light side and the dark, to take instruction like some common Padawan. His contrariness might have been overlooked had Bastila not chosen a similar path. At one time she had been the Order’s bright young star. But Malak had temporarily turned her to the dark side, and the Council believed that she also needed to be retrained. When she refused, some of them saw a familiar pattern: Revan leading a promising young Jedi away from the accepted teachings of the Order.
>Their marriage further exacerbated the situation. The Jedi Order opposed emotional attachments, believing they were a stepping-stone to destruction. They taught that love begat jealousy, which led to the dark side. But Revan had seen its redemptive powers firsthand. It was his love that had brought Bastila back to the light; their emotional bond had wrought salvation for both of them.
>Denying or attempting to utterly control emotion, Revan felt, was a fool’s game. Jealousy was actually the result of ill-prepared Jedi being overwhelmed by feelings they had never learned to face. Revan believed Jedi could be taught to use positive emotions like love and happiness to strengthen their connection to the Force in the same way that hatred and anger gave power to those who followed the dark side.
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An expedition into the woods.
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>>3807963
When we do.
That said, love that little section but it seems...odd... to me, at least that last bit.

I never understood it as the Sith immersing themselves in hate and anger because those were the explicitly dark side emotions, but rather because they immersed themselves *in* emotions (the opposite of how the Jedi do it) and those two already take over and dominate lives as is.

I never thought that there was anything in the sith philosophy that prevented them drawing on emotions like happiness or love or any strong emotional tie. Its just that holy shit is it difficult to maintain a positive outlook on life when you're a murderous space ancap wizard
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>>3807986
>I never understood it as the Sith immersing themselves in hate and anger because those were the explicitly dark side emotions, but rather because they immersed themselves *in* emotions (the opposite of how the Jedi do it) and those two already take over and dominate lives as is.
What of negative emotions being stronger? I guess you could be a shit sith burning with love.
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>>3808008
I mean, Both sides end up losing out when you're fucking balanced in shit.
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>>3807986
>>3808008
It's easier to murderize others when you hate them. Love is powerful, but rarely it makes you violent (there are exceptions).
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>>3808255
>inb4 Yandere Sith that uses Love to fight
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"What exactly are doing? Aola asks as you meander around the bottom floor of the mansion, trying to figure something fun to do. "You said you guys had a plan for stuff to do."

You and Jerec make eye contact, sharing in a deep moment of awkwardness. Eventually you decide that just coming out with the truth is best. "The plan was mostly to watch as you put Jerec in a headlock. That plan went poorly though. Now I'm thinking we could head into the woods maybe. Go for a walk and find something to do."

"Sounds good to me." She chimes in, gesturing for you to lead the way. The woods outside the manor go on for a not inconsiderable number of miles, and as a result are more than a bit of fun to just walk around. More than that, the Kuati red Cedar's branches usually start at about seven foot off the ground, making them great for climbing around in. The countryside's mostly safe too, with the vast majority of large predators already having been hunted nearly to extinction.

Apparently Carida's been having a Rancor problem, the idea of which you find mildly terrifying.

"So what's the deal with this politicky stuff? I thought your dad mostly stayed out of that stuff if it didn't affect Kuat." As always, Jerec manages to find the one thing you aren't a hundred percent certain on.

"I'm not entirely sure." You say, dangling your legs off the branch you're all sat on. "They want to make an army. To fight pirates and the hutts apparently. I don't know how they're going to go about it given that it's not exactly a popular posit-"

Aola shushes you, tilting her head to hear more clearly.
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>>3808298
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>>3807986
>>3808008
>>3808255
There's something to be said about the importance of hate: righteous fury isn't something arbitrary or relative, it's what a good man feels in the presence of evil and injustice, hate is a most powerful weapon, both the greatest equalizer and the greatest emancipator of man: hate allows us to cut through pretenses and lies, boiling everything down to the essentials, without hate for slavery, you can't break your shackles and without hate for injustice there can be no justice, love and hate are two sides of the same coin, why bother to hear what someone says about love when they foolishly refuse to understand hate?
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>>3808305
how the fuck did you manage that?!
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>>3808305
NICE
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>>3808305
Now how is that even possible.
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>>3808305
Congratulations anon. You have become the proud roller of our first critical failure.

I hope you're happy with yourself.
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>>3808309
Also I find it very amusing that this was posted just afterwards.
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>>3808298
>Apparently Carida's been having a Rancor problem
Aw shit, the planet has Rancors?
>>3808305
...Aw SHIT

>Inb4 Stealth Rancor
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>>3808329
But Rancor aren't native to Kuat.
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>>3808345
AH FUCK THE ZOO'S RANCOR ESCAPED
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>>3808329
Kuat does not have Rancors.
Some idiot brought Rancors to Carida. It was mentioned in passing.

Don't worry, it's not a rancor.
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>>3808356
>Don't worry, it's not a rancor.
its total organ failure or Dooku
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>>3808369
Or a Kuati cave bear.
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>>3808305
AWW SNAP
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>>3808298
I guess I'll try and fix this mess.
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>>3808479
Oh no.
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I hope I'm not too late.
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>>3808278
There was such a character in one of the earlier sith quests. To be honest, I don't buy it and it sounds lame as fuck.

>>3808298
nat 100 save
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BigSheevy don't tell us you've gone skeevy.
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>>3809217
Sounds like a somewhat normal Shonen protag
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>>3809217
Honestly, a yandere sounds like a pretty typical Sith who actually cares about love. If anything it would be far more surprising if it were the normal kind of love. Probably one of the most common types of love the Sith would experience if anything. To be frank, being loved by a Sith is probably quite the terrifying experience all things considered.
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>>3809217
You can't stop what comes next anon, only learn to live with it.
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>all this talk about a female Sith
There's always the Witches, but I don't want that and neither did you.
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The three of you stop still on the branch as the unmistakable sound of footsteps through the grass get closer. You consider calling out to them, but delay in the name of prudence. A good choice. Three of the most dangerous looking men you've ever seen come stomping through the forest towards the clearing your tree overlooks, bickering in low gravelly voices.

"I'm not playing, Darrol. Sensors picked up sentients."

The tallest one at the front scoffs and gestures with his rifle at the forest around them, clearly skeptical. "You said the same thing yesterday when we were setting up. We'd be better off with actual sentries. It's not like these trees are hard to climb."

"Don't be an ass." the third one rebukes."Even if it probably is just an animal or something, all it takes is one curious noble with a working communicator and we're all knee deep in lawmen."

The last one just sighs before turning his back to your tree and spreading his arms. "Pateesa, we are in the WOODS!"

Which is coincidentally exactly when the branch you're all on decides to make a worrying creaking noise, before breaking entirely when you shift your weight on it. You experience a very brief fall, then land face first on the ground. There's a long moment where you're all staring at this group of unknown people, but after a second of awkwardness the one who was complaining just shrugs and stuns you with his blaster.

You don't remember much after that.

POV Change
>Way of the Warrior
>Way of the Wise
>Way of the Diplomat.
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>>3809327
I wonder who's what, here?
>Way of the Wise
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>>3809327
>>Way of the Warrior

Well, going out in the woods was a terrible idea. We should've just took a walk in the garden.

>>3807897

Nice foresight.
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>>3809327
>>Way of the Wise
inb4 its Jerec
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>>3809327
>>Way of the Warrior
dooku?
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>>3809327
>Way of the Warrior
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>>3809337
>>3809348
>>3809359
locked in. time to unfuck a situation.
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either its going to be dooku or the sith ghost
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accidentally closed the window while I was typing.
I'm fine
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>3809425
Why don't you do your typing in a google doc, then copy+paste when you've finished?
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>>3809425
All QMs must learn the follies of writing in the reply window.
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Just caught up with the Quest
Siked that our character is a slightly more cerebral Darth Sion
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Meriss Family Residence
974 ARR (After Ruusan Reformation)
1000 Hours
Primary Objective:Secure Political ties to the Militarist Party.
Secondary Objective:Secure ties to Rothana Heavy Engineering. Secure ties to Baron Octavius Lokk of Carida.
Operative(s):Second Lieutenant Tarkin.W

The burn of taxed muscles is as satisfying as ever, and performing your morning stretches is far more enjoyable when performed in such a pleasant environment as the Meriss family garden. You're normally more comfortable in a barracks or on board a ship, but sunlit greenery might be beginning to convert you. Not that you'd ever tell someone that of course. There are expectations for a man of your lineage.

Looking around to see the gardens deserted, you get up and put your jacket back on. The other guests are all in their rooms having breakfast you assume, or reporting to their allies and superiors much like you did earlier. Now that you're not stuck in one room for reasons of politeness you have plenty of time to walk around and get your bearings of the mansion, having wandered it for a bit yesterday after dinner as well, it occurs to you that despite the fact it's only about the same size as your family home it appears immeasurably emptier. There are fewer servants walking the halls, and something else as well. The architecture seems to grow and shrink, alternating between high ceilings and colossal empty ballrooms all connected by thin corridors that three men couldn't walk abreast in. Even then, you decide. There's something strange about this place that can't just be down to architecture.

Suits the owners perfectly, really. They're both kind enough, but Lord Meriss is impressively stoic. And his son is... strange. Perfectly polite, but there's something off about the way he was looking at you, like he was looking through you. Perhaps you're overthinking things though, he did give you an in with his father and the Baron, which will please your superiors immensely. You're not quite sure whether to be angry for owing him a favour, or thankful he helped you cut through the Bantha shit.

You suppose it depends on how honest he turns out. Now, to business.

>You don't think it would be entirely unacceptable to visit the Rothana rep. Though he might be busy in the morning.
>Where is the boy? It might be polite to speak with him again, either to thank him or figure his motivations.
>The Fissk Mining Conglomerate operates on the edge of Eriaduan space you remember, maybe he might be useful as well.
>It might be best to get a late breakfast. An empty stomach isn't good for fighting or talking.
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>>3809532
>>Where is the boy? It might be polite to speak with him again, either to thank him or figure his motivations.

FUCK YEAH TARKIN
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>>3809532
>>Where is the boy? It might be polite to speak with him again, either to thank him or figure his motivations.
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>>3809532
>>>Where is the boy? It might be polite to speak with him again, either to thank him or figure his motivations.
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>>3809532
>>It might be best to get a late breakfast. An empty stomach isn't good for fighting or talking.
Breakfast first, then we get those contacts
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"What the fuck did you just fucking say to me you Rebel scum? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the imperial stormtroopers, and have been involved in numerous secret raids on the rebellion, and I have over 300 confirmed kills (lots more if you count the Death Star). I am trained in Wookie warfare and I'm the top sniper in the imperial navy. You are nothing to me but just another nerfherder. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this galaxy, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the holonet? think again, fucker. As we speak, i am contacting my secret network of imperial intelligence officers across the galaxy and your holographic signature is being is being traced now so you better prepare for the storm, mouse droid. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, youngling. I can be anywhere and I can kill you in over 700 ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, I also have access to the vast imperial arsenal and I will use it to its full extent to to wipe your planet off the face of the galaxy, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 'clever' comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will bring the Death Star straight to your doorstep and you will burn with the agony of a thousand sons. You're fucking dead, kiddo."
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>>3809532
>>Where is the boy? It might be polite to speak with him again, either to thank him or figure his motivations.
SAVE US TARKIN!
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>>3809532
>It might be best to get a late breakfast. An empty stomach isn't good for fighting or talking.
Even soldiers need food
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>>3809573
>SAVE US TARKIN!
Implying our cthulhan waifu didn't teared their assholes apart
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BOY
locked in.
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>>3809582
Please don't start with this first girl bullshit, she's a musclebound servant 4 years our senior. As the Scion of the Mariss noble line, we can do much better for a waifu.
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>>3809679
Agreed, she's more appropriate for Jerec
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>>3809679
Eh just keep her as a bodyguard not as a waifu.
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>>3809679
As long as we stick to one that's all I give a shit about. I'm more interested in forming our own bloc in the coming Empire.
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>>3809679
>not wanting the tomboy onee-san

As a Kuati noble we're going to be married off to for political reasons either way. We might as well have some fun on the side.
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>>3809720
I'd be happy if we were completely asexual. 95% of the time this waifu shit is completely unnecessary and does nothing but distract from the Quest itself, I want to participate in a thread about a Dark Grey force user learning from an ancient Sith Ghost not a Star Wars Dating Sim
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>>3809732
There's nothing gray about us mate. The only difference between us and the usual sith is that we will rule over our emotions, not the other way around.
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>>3809732
Agreed, relations with other characters? Essential to any storytelling device.

Waifu shipping memes?
Fucking cancer
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>>3809745
I think using images, especially girls from other series, is what causes the waifuing. If we go solely by text description of personality/character, anons will actually be patient and hesitant before pursuing soneone. Just a theory though.
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>>3809758
A Quest Theory, thanks for watching.
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>>3809768
And like that, I quickly hate my own post. Thanks anon.
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>>3809532
>It might be best to get a late breakfast. An empty stomach isn't good for fighting or talking.
Please let Tarkin have his meal first.

Blah-blah, kidnappers will get away, I know. But would you go about thanking people before having breakfast?
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Personally, if we're going to have a waifu I think it should be The Force
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>>3809532
>Where is the boy? It might be polite to speak with him again, either to thank him or figure his motivations.

Find me the BOI
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>>3809785
Tarkin is a man of duty with a will of steel. He'd be fine abstaining for a week, let alone half an hour.
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>>3809786
Ok, here you go.
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>>3809793
Okay, how are we his duty?
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>>3809783
You're welcome
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>>3809785
Tarkin is a man of the military in Star Wars, He would most likely be able to eat the kidnappers and still have room for a light late breakfast
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>>3809793
>>3809801
What of duty to oneself and of priorities?
Military people maintain a regimen.
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>>3809758
>I think using images, especially girls from other series, is what causes the waifuing
You can't honestly be this naive.
Is this your first quest or something? Hell, how long have you been on 4chan? Images have little sway in the matter. You can see this right here, right now. QM only used words to described Aola, yet that didn't stop the few waifufags among us. Nothing can stop the waifufags, even if the waifus are literal stick figures, the moment you use a descriptor to characterize them, it's already over.
>>3809783
Good, because that post deserves it.
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>>3809810
The BOI must be thanked, Food is forever but political ties can sour at a moments notice.
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>>3809811
Could've sworn there was a picture of her. My bad.
So I guess there are only two options then. Either get rid of romance all together or the QM has a partner determined for us. Unless there are other solutions that you know of?
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>>3809828
We're the frail and sickly heir of a wealthy nobleman, of course we're going to be sheltered as fuck. It's unreasonable to assume the cast of characters won't grow as we do.
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Breakfast can wait, you decide. Politeness comes first and you'd rather find out if you owed him a favour now instead of later. Indeed, considering the close bonds between Carida and Kuat it might advance your own career as well if you could secure an alliance with both Senators. At the moment, Kadwyn is your link, which means you need to keep working at that.

With such a fine plan, one would expect few hiccups and grand results. This would be true if the boy hadn't disintegrated while you weren't watching.

"Sorry sir, I haven't seen him since this morning. He was with master Jerec in the west wing last I saw."
One hour searching.
"Oh, probably up in the attic or library, he's a very studious boy."
Two hours searching. And you're starting to get a very bad feeling about this. By all accounts the boy has vanished into thin air. Eventually though, you meet up with his father, who reassures you somewhat.

"Probably just meditating in his room. It's best not to disturb him."

You're somewhat sceptical, having already knocked on the entrance to his quarters. "I did knock earlier after taking a look around, but there was no answer."

He shrugs, rather unconcerned. "Not unusual that either. He'll surface once the other guests get here I'm sure." He looks thoughtful for a moment, before continuing. "First the Jedi, now the closest thing to law in the outer rim. He's attracting lots of attention."

You shrug, giving him a thin smile, though your mind starts spinning as soon as he mentions the Jedi. "He's uncommonly perceptive, and you've both helped me a great deal. I can't speak for Master Dooku."

"Few people can, they're mysterious at best."

Conversation with him is interesting, if slightly stilted. That might just be his personality.

>Perhaps it might be best to speak with this master Dooku, You don't recall him speaking with the boy earlier.
>The guests will arrive soon, perhaps you should go back and grab your blaster. You didn't want to be walking around with it earlier but it's useful for reminding people you're an actual soldier.
>Rothana, or Fissk Mining. Both could be potentially useful to you.
>Write in.
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>>3809850
>The guests will arrive soon, perhaps you should go back and grab your blaster. You didn't want to be walking around with it earlier but it's useful for reminding people you're an actual soldier.
Some part of me is a bit paranoid.
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>>3809850
>The guests will arrive soon, perhaps you should go back and grab your blaster. You didn't want to be walking around with it earlier but it's useful for reminding people you're an actual soldier.
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>>3809850
>Perhaps it might be best to speak with this master Dooku, You don't recall him speaking with the boy earlier.
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>>3809850
>Perhaps it might be best to speak with this master Dooku, You don't recall him speaking with the boy earlier.
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>>3809850
>The guests will arrive soon, perhaps you should go back and grab your blaster. You didn't want to be walking around with it earlier but it's useful for reminding people you're an actual soldier.
Don't want to be naked if any Hutt goons come knocking.
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>>3809850
>Perhaps it might be best to speak with this master Dooku, You don't recall him speaking with the boy earlier.
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>>3809850
>>The guests will arrive soon, perhaps you should go back and grab your blaster. You didn't want to be walking around with it earlier but it's useful for reminding people you're an actual soldier.
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>>3809850
>>The guests will arrive soon, perhaps you should go back and grab your blaster. You didn't want to be walking around with it earlier but it's useful for reminding people you're an actual soldier.
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>Acquire GUN wins.
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>>3809850
>Perhaps it might be best to speak with this master Dooku, You don't recall him speaking with the boy earlier.
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"Excuse me, I'll be right back down."

Lord Meriss just nods, and pours himself another finger of whisky. You stand and head back to your room. You can thank the boy later after all, this declaration's supposed to take the better part of the next two days.

On the way out you place your pistol in it's shoulder holster, closing your jacket back over the top of it. You made the mistake of wearing it openly before, and it damn near ostracised you beyond repair. If you need to make a point then you'll just take off your outer layer.

Suitably prepared, you go back downstairs to find the shuttles beginning to land. There's more than you thought, nearly fifty people coming for the conference. Of that number maybe half are planetary representatives from the outer rim, with the rest being from merchant guilds or companies. You shake a few hands and try to commit names to memory, but there's entirely too many. Instead you mentally sort them into boxes. Politicians, merchants and influential private citizens.

It's slightly discouraging to see that you're the only law enforcement officer, but you imagine most of them are busy. There's always more crime, after all. You've learnt that lesson well. It's not long before you're all ushered through into into a great meeting hall. A Senate in miniature, it easily seats the representatives and their aides with room for more.

You compile a mental list of the influential and people you already know, resolving to add more people should they prove important to listen to. Master Dooku of the Jedi Order has sat at the top and back of the room, gently swirling a glass of wine in his hands and unreadable as ever. Baron Lokk, being the one in charge of proceedings stands in the middle, with Lord Meriss not far and to the side. He's stoic as ever but you see him beckon a servant over and whisper something to them, to which they nod and hurry off. Meriss then nods to the Baron, whose son is also absent. Interesting.

Scanning the crowd, you notice the otherwise unremarkable Fissk looks incredibly happy with himself, haviong just got off the comm. He introduced himself as the representative for a mining firm so perhaps he's received some news that might aid him in jockeying for positions within the movement. (You're well aware that hierarchies form within even small groups after all.

The question now is where do you sit. It's an important choice, sitting alone can make you look vulnerable, but you're not so well versed in politics. Sitting with another could help, but might be seen as presumptuous.

>Sit alone, you might have to sit towards the back, but it does mean not having to look backwards.
>The Jedi have their own end goals, but their word is almost the definition of trustworthy. Perhaps sitting near Master Dooku could bear fruit.
>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
>Write In
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>>3809988
>>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
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>>3809988
meant to add
>And that might be useful, if you play it right.
after sitting alone can make you look vulnerable.
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We get kidnapped, and Fissk looks happy. Hmm....
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>>3809988
>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
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>>3809988
>>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
it is boring diplomacy, but it is important
>>3809993
i had the same thought
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>>3809988
>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
Not the most enticing notion, but we didn't come here to enjoy ourselves.
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>>3809988
>The Jedi have their own end goals, but their word is almost the definition of trustworthy. Perhaps sitting near Master Dooku could bear fruit.
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>>3809988
>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
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>>3809988
>>You haven't been tacitly accepted into Lord Meriss and the Baron's bloc, but you're the only person to have dinner with them specifically so far that you know of. Join them.
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>>3809993
>>3809999
Yeah he's definitely involved, he seemed shady to us earlier, this only confirms it.
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>Sit with the Senator Squad.
done
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>Tarkin's fw he realizes there is crime afoot
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So why are we trying so hard to not get Dooku involved?
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>>3810120
It's in character
Also for me it's because Dooku comes with a lot of strings attached and it's probably best to avoid the Plot until we're more developed
though it would be cool to learn Makashi
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>>3810127
Training with Dooku would be great.
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>>3810135
I can already imagine the jokes
>roll 2d100 to train with Dooku
>Twice the dice, double the fall
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>>3810135
The first thing that pops into my head when dealing with Dooku is "What if we saved him from becoming Palpatine's puppet?". That'd be some shit.
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Walking past the guards at the entrance and into the room proper, you quickly make your decision and stick to it. It takes a certain manner of person to walk up to one of the most clearly important people in the room and take a seat beside him, but the people of Eriadu are not so easily swayed. Remembering your manners, you tilt your head and ask "Do you mind?" He nods in return, clearly occupied with his own thoughts. The two of you wait as representatives and their aides step in and slowly shuffle towards their seats. It's rather interesting to watch actually, you can see the delicate ballet that they all take part in once they enter. Most of the men... people here are jockeying for positions closest to the centre and Lord Meriss, almost an inversion of usual Senate rules where the highest spots are most priced. There are a few exceptions however. An ithorian you don't recognise sits up with Master Dooku, not that strange. From what you hear they're a very pious people. Fissk as well, he gives one of the guards on the door a rakish nod as he enters, taking a seat directly opposite you and Lord Meriss.

Eventually, everyone finds a seat, and the conference can truly begin.

"Friends! Colleagues and my fellow Patriots! It is a great honour, that you asked me to mediate this first gathering of the Militarist Party. I also give my thanks again to Lord Meriss, who gifted us the use of his hall in such a kind manner." There's polite applause, and a smattering of "here here's" as Baron Lokk begins his role as speaker. You throw in a few quiet claps of your own to be polite, but are far more focused on observing the other people here and trying to identify the power players. You don't recognise too many unfortunately, as you joined the ORSF just before the last election cycle. You recognise a few of the merchant interests though. One group in particular stands out due to their size. On your right, a Neimoidian representative from the Trade Federation sits next to a companion with the Intergalactic Banking Clan logo on his shirt.

"And now, for those of you who might be uncertain. The full purpose of forming this party is thus." You have to admit he commands the space well, voice jovial and inviting while deep enough carry well. "To campaign for the creation of an official state funded and maintained Military Force. The reasons why we consider such an act necessary are innumerable, and dire. Rimward, the Hutt Empire grows in strength and power every day off the slavery and piracy of Republic citizens. Not to mention the lawlessness and cruelty inherent in such far flung reaches of space." He steps back, and opens his arms to invite the room. "Now, to open the discussion I shall invite any questions regarding our earlier statement of intent."

The room erupts into what can only be described as very polite uproar. None of it goes much higher than a stern voice, but senators clamour to be heard in the few seconds before the Baron picks a speaker.

d100
50
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3810163
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Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3810163
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>3810163
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>>3810168
nice
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>>3810178
I try
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>>3810168
It looks like the chosen speaker is the hottest person in the room.
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>>3810163
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3810163
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>>3810215
It's only bo3, anon.
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It's amazing how a single detail can change someone's state of mind. A properly honed mind can spot tiny irregularities in less than a second and make the appropriate connections even faster. In this case, as all attention swaps to the centre of the room you happen to notice a tiny detail just out the corner of your eye. Through no less than two windows, there is a brief red flash imminently recognisable as blaster fire, and a hand is pulled back from the window.

All of a sudden you're very aware that all the none of the people in this room can really be trusted and that a guard [just closed the doors.]

You keep a mask of stone, eyes scanning the room for anything else out of place. Anything at all. As far as you know you're the only one here armed, but anyone could be carrying a blaster under their robes. There are no less than sixteen blaster-armed guards in this room, all newly hired and all past the highest level of seats, with firing lines that'd make your old gunnery instructor moan.

Keep a cool face Wilhuff. Stay calm and think.
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[POV Swap:Way of The Strong]
"Hey, you okay man?

You spit blood and groan as your eyes barely manage to pull open. Every part of your body aches and you feel like you've been put through a clothes wringer. "What happened? Who dropped a starship on me?" You finally manage to get a bearing of your surroundings, and it isn't good. You and Jerec are tied back to back in a small cage, barely large enough to sit up in. Aola's tied up to a pole outside the cage, but she has her own problems. Namely the deep purple bruising across every visible part of her body, and the fact she's clearly still unconscious. All around you are tents and small prefabbed buildings, conspicuously empty.
"Not really, what the hell happened to Aola?"

You can feel him shivering as he answers. "They couldn't put her down. She rocked the first guy then the others jumped in with stun rods. it wasn't pretty."
"And you?"

"I'm okay, just... surrendered."
You've never heard him sound so small. It's weird. You've always associated him with his dad, this huge positive presence. This isn't good.
"I uh, can't reach the door. If I could then I could probably pick it since it's mechanical."

You try to turn your head back and shush him. "Hey, they'll hear."

He shrugs, a little fire returning to his voice. "No one to hear, they all left a few minutes ago. Only a few guys left and they patrol around the camp. They just left so we should be good for like ten minutes or so."

You exhale heavily and focus your mind, searching for anything useful in the force. You can't feel Lord Rexas as anything other than a vague idea though, and even that's muted, like it's from a long way away. Looks like you're mostly on your own.

tbc
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>>3810249
>If there's a jailer, there's a key. You could wait until one of them comes by and use the force to sneak it?
>Ask Jerec if he's got anything useful, like a sharp pin or something.
>Maybe try and wake Aola? She's really out of it, but if she can break free then getting the two of you out will be much easier.
>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
>write in.
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>>3810251
>>Ask Jerec if he's got anything useful, like a sharp pin or something.
If not:
>>Maybe try and wake Aola? She's really out of it, but if she can break free then getting the two of you out will be much easier.
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>>3810264
+1
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>>3810251
>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
We don't have time to waste and he can be sworn to secrecy once we've guaranteed we're not bantha fodder. I'm betting this is a Hutt sting, trying to pick off key members of the Militarist party before it gets well underway.
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>>3810251
>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
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>>3810251
>Maybe try and wake Aola? She's really out of it, but if she can break free then getting the two of you out will be much easier.
>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
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This is not the time to screw around.
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>>3810251
>Ask Jerec if he's got anything useful, like a sharp pin or something.
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>>3810251
>>If there's a jailer, there's a key. You could wait until one of them comes by and use the force to sneak it?
This would take TOO much time. Someone could be in trouble, or we can miss something important while you're waiting for a jailer to come back.

>>Ask Jerec if he's got anything useful, like a sharp pin or something.
Jerec surrendered. He's seemingly been awake the whole time, so it's likely that he doesn't have anything to free himself, or they already confiscated it from him.

>>Maybe try and wake Aola? She's really out of it, but if she can break free then getting the two of you out will be much easier.
Can we just use the force to make her wake up? If not, or if we need to roll just to wake her up, then

>>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
I vote for this. Make him promise not to snitch on you, or wipe his memory of you using the force (if possible).
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>>3810251
>>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
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>>3810249
>>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
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>>3810251
>>You can use the force, but Jerec would have questions.
This is no time for subterfuge, this is a time to see if we can take someone apart like we put ourselves back together. After all, it's what they get for attacking us and potentially ruining what could be a very lucrative deal for our family
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>>3810251
>Ask Jerec if he's got anything useful, like a sharp pin or something.

Lets avoid using the Force, don't want to let anyone else in on it.
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>Use the Force Luke...
Now is not the time to fuck around. Now is the Time for SITHING.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSt1ptsOjL0
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>>3810360
I don't think we have it in us to kill, character-wise, unless you want us to fall to the Dark Side.
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>>3810360
>take someone apart like we put ourselves back together
Good fucking lord that sounds painful.
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>>3810374
Only if necessary, but if so we can't let our emotions control us.
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>>3810374
This is some advanced shitposting here
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>>3810408
So you believe the sheltered nobleboy would suddenly look forward to killing somebody, just because he's under a Sith's tutelage?
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>>3810408
you mean sithposting.
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>>3810374
lol what Let me guess you think this lad is 'Only bad people kill!'
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>>3810447
>>3810416
Case in point
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>>3810447
No, I'm saying he's not "OH BOY, I CAN'T WAIT TO KILL SOME PEOPLE!" with a Kill Count firmly set in 0.
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>>3810456
Well with that attitude his sitting firmly at that, But we bout to kill some lads when we break free.
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>>3810456
It isn't like we'd get off on it, we are one of the Strong to answer with anything less than total dominance in the face of this affront runs counter to literally everything we would've been taught. Does that mean murder is our first option, not necessarily but it is definitely an option
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>>3810464
Well of course, that is inevitable.

>>3810472
Exactly what I mean.
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One thing is certain: we're probably going to brutalize Fissk if Dooku doesn't hold us back.
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>>3810479
>yfw it wasn't even Fissk it's just the biggest coincidence
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A hundred different ideas go through your head, each one being discarded as you run through what you know of the situation. You see 25 tents, that means there are at least 25 [mercenaries, pirates? One of them used Huttese though. Assuming Hutt sponsored Pirates.] assailants, all but eh...

"Three guards." Jerec says, correctly anticipating your line of thought.

Three pirates to deal with, that should easy enough so long as you take them by surprise. There should be any number of spare knives and blasters around, not to mention what appears to be a speeder. The only problem is well... getting out of the cage. That's the main snag for every plan. Is there a way out without using the Force that doesn't waste too much time?

You look back over to Aola's bleeding body, barely capable of breath.

No.

You form a sphere of force inside the cage and push it outwards, at first it resists and you're terrified that you won't manage, that all this training has been for naught. Then you reach deep into yourself, gather up all the pain you learnt not to show as your body tears itself to shreds. Supplement it and feed it with the image of your oldest friend beaten and bloodied.

And.

Push.

The cage comes apart, there's really no other word for it. It shatters into inch long splinters that stop in the air before dropping to the ground. It's a matter of a single thought to free you and your friends from their bonds. You've practised before lifting datapads and teacups, but for the first time since you first held onto the smoke you realise the truth of your master's words.

"The Force shall set me Free."

"What... you?" He's stunned, crawling back away from you, terrified. "You're a Jedi!"

You shackle the rage and pull it back in, it takes a few long breaths but eventually you coerce it to your side. Looking down, you see a thick red chain wrapped around your arm, reaching from the fist to your elbow.

"Jerec, I need you to pick up Aola." You say, still somewhat in disbelief at the sheer power of... you. "Get her onto the speeder, I will deal with the guards if it becomes necessary."

"Alright... Alright." He whispers under his breath, standing and running over to your unconscious companion. "I want to know what's going on man, after this is done."

"Later."

He nods, then drops Aola in the passenger's seat of the speeder. You pray silently that she hasn't got a concussion or anything like that. Healing with the Force is possible, but you're not exactly trained in it. He reaches down into the thing's guts and starts pulling at wires, hotwiring it. You'll have to ask him where he learnt that, assuming you all survive.

"Stop!"

Right on time, a thickset Bothan with a blaster rifle comes around a line of tents. "I don't know how you got out kid, but I'm gonna make you regret every step."

"Really?" You say, rolling the word around in your mouth. You look around as he advances, eying the shards that once were a slave cage capable of holding a Wookie.

tbc
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>>3810543
>This man just threatened you and your friends, he is part of a group no doubt responsible for incomprehensible levels of suffering and he is pointing a gun at you. Kill him. Kill him now.
>You don't have to, needless cruelty here would only damage your reputation with Jerec (and possibly Aola), which is far more important to you than brief gratification.
>Just hurl him into the forest, if he lives he lives, if he dies he dies.
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>>3810562
>>You don't have to, needless cruelty here would only damage your reputation with Jerec (and possibly Aola), which is far more important to you than brief gratification.
Besides, we need him alive for answers. Kill the rest.
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>>3810543
>>You don't have to, needless cruelty here would only damage your reputation with Jerec (and possibly Aola), which is far more important to you than brief gratification.
Gotta have someone alive who can point fingers.
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>>3810562
>You don't have to, needless cruelty here would only damage your reputation with Jerec (and possibly Aola), which is far more important to you than brief gratification.
We need at least ONE person alive to tell whodunit.
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>>3810562
pointing a gun at you. Kill him. Kill him now.
>You don't have to, needless cruelty here would only damage your reputation with Jerec (and possibly Aola), which is far more important to you than brief gratification.
Shatter that blaster and force him prone.
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>>3810562
>>Just hurl him into the forest, if he lives he lives, if he dies he dies.
Either way he stops being an immediate problem
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>>3810562
>>You don't have to, needless cruelty here would only damage your reputation with Jerec (and possibly Aola), which is far more important to you than brief gratification.
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>>3810562
>Just hurl him into the forest, if he lives he lives, if he dies he dies.
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alright, sparing him are you?
d100
DC35,75 to not strain yourself
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>>3810673
dice+1d100
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>>3810677
BOI
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>>3810673
Whoops.
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>>3810684
UNLIMITED POWEEER
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>>3810690
Did we turn into a snarky british man who only responds in biting sarcasm and force lightning?
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>>3810695
you have now, post your sith inquisitor collections if you've got them.
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>>3810715
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFkvNCKC3cU
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>>3810719
Still the best class. Smuggler is a close second.
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Kidnapping you may have shaken you somewhat, but you're not that easily put off. You stand to your full height and raise a brow as he advances towards you, hand drifting to the stun baton on his belt. "I'm gonna wipe that smug look off your face if you don't get down on the ground right now."

"Oh I don't think so." You begin, twisting your hate anger and pain into a thin spear. "In fact, I think you'll need help to wipe much of anything after this." He takes one more step and feeling a bit experimental, you force it out through your fingers rather than hurling it or using it to move him. The result is just spectacular really.

Blue lightning arcs from your right hand and sends him flying backwards into a tree, he's still twitching when he hits the ground. By far the most amusing thing though, is that his fur stands completely up on it's ends after you hit him. He's possibly the most incredibly fluffy thing you've ever seen, and it completely undercuts any remaining intimidation value he might have had. He's still breathing so you go over and take his blaster, handing it to Jerec as you jump into the back seat.

To his credit, he's handling the sudden revelation of your phenomenal cosmic power rather well. His usual smug grin firmly plastered on his face. "Oh look, he gets an opportunity to show off and suddenly he's a Jedi Master."

You clear your throat, then point back towards the manor. "Jerec, our families."

"Right, of course."
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[Tarkin]
Honestly, you didn't expect today to turn into a gunfight. But at least you were well prepared. Such a thought is only a minor comfort though, when one is attempting to simultaneously protect and herd senators, the most irritatingly stupid species you've ever encountered, with few exceptions. You've also recently discovered how annoyingly whiny Neimoidians can be, which you could really have done without.
"I knew it, we've been betrayed. It must've been the Kuati one, first he hires traitor guards and then his son is mys-"

You wheel on the alien, a disgusted look on your face. "Just shut up and keep running, or stop and slow them down while they kill you."

He's quiet, a great improvement in your opinion. Unfortunately that doesn't change the worst part of this situation. That you've been separated from the other group of surviving senators. Escaping that death trap of a council room was nice, but if you get locked out of the safe room then it will be for nothing. The problem is that the guards are all across the manor grounds, and more reinforcements have set up outside to catch anyone who tries to escape.

Naturally the safe room is in the gardens, and quite inaccessible from the top floor, which these criminal scum have isolated you on.
You've six untrained civilians, two blaster pistols and the vibroknife in your boot. You've faced worse odds.

tbc
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>Fall back to the council chamber and barricade yourself in. It's got heavy wooden doors and lots of heavy chairs and desks, or as you prefer to think of them, barricades in waiting.
>Break through on one of the staircases, you'll probably only lose one or two senators, but the safety of the survivors will be basically guaranteed, supposing you manage to find the room.
>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
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>>3810803
>>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
BennyHillTheme.mp3
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>>3810803
>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
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>>3810803
>>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
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>>3810803
>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
We're one man with a blaster vs like 20 pirates best to keep them spread out. Hunkering down might keep the Senators safe for a while but whose to say the pirates can't breach the doors, mobility and guerilla tactics might see us get the Senators to some form of escape route before the pirates converge on our positions
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>>3810803
>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
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I need to sleep, sorry.
The question for the night is, what's your opinion of the quest so far, what did you like and dislike. Thought I'd ask since Thread no 1 is coming to an end soonish.
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>>3810825
I'm really enjoying the quest so far. I don't really have any major complaints, the pacing and characterization is good, the premise is awesome. This is probably one of the best quests that I've seen for a while.
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>>3810803
>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
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>>3810825
I think the quest is good, it feels more "Star Wars" than any of the travesties foisted onto the cinema screen in the last decade and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes.
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>>3810825
I am starting that Tarkin would mske for better protagonist
Pretty great otherwise
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>>3810803
>>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.

>>3810825
I like it. Can't really come up with any critiques so far. Looking forward to see where it goes.
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>>3810825
Dig it
Looking forward to some quality training though, the option for a little prolonged experimentation of our abilities
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>>3810803
>Keep giving these halfwit pirates the runaround, if they know where you are then they'll concentrate their forces. You have them right where you want them.
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>>3810825
So long as our decision to keep that pathetic bothan pirate alive was only done for our friends-sake, I've got nothing to complain about. Turning a dude taught by a sith ghost into space batman would be disappointing.
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There's too many of them to hole up somewhere and take them on that way, and you don't have enough firepower to push through any entrenched areas. Best to just keep moving, and take potshots whenever you can. Pirates are undisciplined, the longer this goes on the more mistakes they'll make; You only need one chance. Herding civilians as never your forte though, and the pirates are closing in.

The continuing lightsaber noises from downstairs reassure you, at least that's still going on.
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"What happened?" Aola finally wakes up when Jerec swerves to avoid a tree, the old speeder shuddering as you push it beyond it's usual limits. Jerec's focused on driving, so you lean forward and tap her on the shoulder. She groans and flinches away, shaking her head to clear it. "What hit me?"

Your pilot takes the opportunity for sarcasm, cutting you off. "A lot of stun batons, but we're out now and apparently Kadwyn has Jedi powers." You bristle at his bluntness, but given that you're about to fight an awful lot of pirates she'll probably find out sooner rather than later.

"I'm not a Jedi, just force sensitive. And there are significantly more pirates in those woods than we thought."

She grimaces, wincing as she stretches her arms and legs. "Nice. Don't s'pose you have a lightsaber hidden away for just this occasion?" The three of you are about to hit the forests edge now, and you can see smoke coming from up ahead which isn't very reassuring at all.

"Sorry," You say as you finally get out of those accursed woods. "Left it in my other..." You trail off as the full scale of the tragedy here becomes apparent. There's smoke coming from the third floor council room, and dead servants piled up outside the front door, along with some sort of antenna being guarded by a mixture of pirates [and the guards your father hired.] You can hear the sounds of blaster fire coming from within, and there's a good ten or so pirates sat around outside the manor. As you fly closer you see one call out to his friends, before beginning to fire at the speeder.

Jerec picks up the blaster carbine off the dashboard and puts a bolt in his chest, but not before his allies are alerted, forcing you to take evasive action. Getting any closer would be suicide, at least without a plan.

>Dismount and enlighten these fools to the power of the Force.
>The speeder's a big target, but it's fast. Stay in and fire at the pirates.
>You haven't got time to deal with these idiots and your manor has large windows on the third floor. Just go through.
>Write in.
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>>3811158
I wanted a "witness", desu, but I guess you can only for so much into a speeder.
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>>3811370
>Jerec picks up the blaster carbine off the dashboard and puts a bolt in his chest
Jeez, where did he learn to shoot like that?

>Write in.
Call the freaking police, no need to be an hero. Do we have a communicator? Could be one on a conveniently laid corpse.

>You haven't got time to deal with these idiots and your manor has large windows on the third floor. Just go through.
If the former doesn't work.
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>>3811370
>Jerec picks up the blaster carbine off the dashboard and puts a bolt in his chest
And like that he became my new favorite OC in this quest
>You haven't got time to deal with these idiots and your manor has large windows on the third floor. Just go through.
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>>3811370
>Jerec picks up the blaster carbine off the dashboard and puts a bolt in his chest
New favorite OC in this quest
>You haven't got time to deal with these idiots and your manor has large windows on the third floor. Just go through.
>>3811386
>call the police
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>>3811370
>>3811387
Delete or ignore my old post QM. Internet is starting to fuck up on my end.
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>>3811370
>You haven't got time to deal with these idiots and your manor has large windows on the third floor. Just go through.
Now this is podracing!
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Who's ready for some over the top eighties action movie bullshit?

Roll me a quick d100
60 to succeed, 80 to do it without taking any injuries 90 for ???

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTidn2dBYbY&t=3s
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>???
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>>3811426
It seems I won't be stealing any imagery from devil may cry

Yet
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>>3811370
>along with some sort of antenna being guarded
What could that be?
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>>3810825
Really enjoying it so far, the force descriptions and setup is great.
Not a fan of 3xd100 as it leans really heavily towards the upper 20% but when that's the worst I can come up with it's almost a compliment
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>>3811437
Probably a jammer. Unless you're just stating that for sarcasm.
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>>3811437
My guess would be a jamming device, to prevent people from calling the police
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>>3811461
No, I'm genuinely curious.
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>>3811461
>>3811466

These are either really organized pirates, or there’s some political fuckery going on here. Given the fact that some of our own guards are with the pirates, I’m leaning towards the political angle.
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>>3811478

Yes, it's almost like if a criminal empire with more money then god has a vested interest in making sure this whole notion sinks, while sending a clear enough message that nobody wants to give it another go
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You stop and dig around in your pocket as Jerec passes the gun to Aola. Looking for a communicator and cursing when it's gone. You suppose it'd make sense for the pirates to take something like that off of you. The speeder jerks and you duck as a blaster bolt bounces off the paintwork, seems they've given up on trying to take you alive. This is not the situation you want to be in, Jerec's a hell of a pilot, but nine blaster rifles are not easily dodged. You can already see parts of your ride getting blackened ant twisted, all it would take is a lucky hit to the engine and you'd be down.

"Hey!" Jerec yells over the blaster fire, pointing to a window on the top floor. "How tall's that?

"About thirty feet." you answer on reflex, mind working overtime to find a way out. You only notice that he's reaching for the altitude controls a second too late.

The speeder swoops upward and away from the pirates, driving you back into your seats as you ascend. The speeder takes a nasty shot on the way up and starts rotating as you crash through the window, throwing the lot of you off. You're sent spinning ass over elbows, and land with a sickening crack as your left side takes the worst of it. You grunt and grimace as you stand, blood dripping from your clenched teeth. Broken arm and shoulder, you think as you feel out the damage. Shattered in too many places for a quick fix, unless you want to spend the rest of today in agonising pain.

Actually. That might be good idea.
(Lower Offensive force DC's Higher for everything else Y/N)

You turn to Jerec and Aola, the former being helped up by the heavily bruised latter. Aola passes the blaster back to Jerec when they're stood back up, then lets go.

The senate room around you is absolutely destroyed, the wooden desks are shattered and broken in most places, with more than a few burning. Bodies of representatives and guards are strewn about the room, blaster wounds on both sides. [Looking closer, a not inconsiderable number of the guards have lighsaber wounds, and one has a bloody knife wound in his neck.] There's not nearly enough bodies here for all the representatives though, which explains the blaster fire you're hearing from deeper into the mansion. Doing a quick check, you're reassured to find that none of the dead are anyone you know.
Time to get moving

>You can hear blaster fire from the west wing, it's sporadic, but someone's still fighting.
>The west staircase is closer, your father will have went to his safe room in the gardens so you should follow.
>You could simply destroy the floor, you don't think it'd be that far of a jump down to the next level.
>Father might not have went downstairs, given how the guards have betrayed you. His office is close, and the swords are in the attic. It might be best to check there, and arm yourself beyond a single blaster.
>Write in
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>>3811494
>Father might not have went downstairs, given how the guards have betrayed you. His office is close, and the swords are in the attic. It might be best to check there, and arm yourself beyond a single blaster.
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>>3811492
If only there was some kind of order of space monks dedicated to being peacekeepers and protectors of the Republic. If only.
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>>3811494
>Father might not have went downstairs, given how the guards have betrayed you. His office is close, and the swords are in the attic. It might be best to check there, and arm yourself beyond a single blaster.
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>>3811494
>>Father might not have went downstairs, given how the guards have betrayed you. His office is close, and the swords are in the attic. It might be best to check there, and arm yourself beyond a single blaster.
Time to put our training to use
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>>3811494
>Loot guns from guard bodies
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>>3811494
>Father might not have went downstairs, given how the guards have betrayed you. His office is close, and the swords are in the attic. It might be best to check there, and arm yourself beyond a single blaster.
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>>3811494
>You can hear blaster fire from the west wing, it's sporadic, but someone's still fighting.
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>>3811520
Do you guys wanna set our bones or nah?
>(Lower Offensive force DC's Higher for everything else Y/N)
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>>3811530
Y
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>>3811530
Y
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>>3811530
Y
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>>3811530
Y
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Check the office and grab some swords.
going good.
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>>3811530
>N
The pain will make us stronger
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>>3811530
>Y

>>3811585
That's the point, forcibly setting our arm would cause us extreme agony.
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You decide it might be worth it, using the already existing pain to hold the bones in place and force them to cooperate, without taking the time to properly realign them or repair the shattered pieces. You can feel the fragments of bone dig into your muscles but externalise the pain into yet another chain, large enough to wrap around both arms. It's growing slowly as well, every movement slowly siphoning off more pain into your reserve and focusing your mind.

You turn to Jerec after finishing your improvised Sith Healing, the beginnings of a plan formulating in your mind. "Our parents will probably have stuck together, we need to find them. Father's office had a camera system installed in most of the rooms, we could use that to find them. The attic's nearby too."

"The attic with swords in..." Aola finishes, rubbing at a particularly nasty purple splodge on her arm. "Nice."

You nod to the others, then walk off towards father's office [and the sounds of blaster fire.] Running down the halls, the three of you see more and more dead bodies from both sides, pirates and mercenaries mixed with senators and merchantmen. The sheer amount of death astounds you, but [you make a note to feed off the residual anger and fear in the air.]

By the time you reach father's office, the chains wrap your entire body from foot to neck, and you pity the poor bastard who runs into you next. You point the others up into the attic, then slowly approach the open door. There are two voices you can hear inside, both speaking huttese. But you have the element of surprise.

>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
>Logically, it should be possible to strangle someone with the Force's telekinetic applications, it could serve as a nonlethal alternative.
>Logically, it should be possible to strangle someone with the Force's telekinetic applications.
>Just hurl the fuckers out a window.
>Write in.
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>>3811608
>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
(insert quip here)
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Actually, how much more would we be on the Hutt's shit list if we kill two of them?
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>>3811616
You're the sickly (read vulnerable) son of a major opponent attempting to limit their power.

So y'know ,expect bounty hunters to hide in your soup, and jump out of every possible hiding spot.
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>>3811626
Inconsequential, then.
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Let's leave one alive, tho. We need one of the fuckers to talk.

>tfw we're fast becoming the catalyst for a militarized Republic
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>>3811608
>>Just hurl the fuckers out a window.
I prefer going the simplistic angry youth way for now. Also, can we please wear a mask and ask our friends not to talk about our force sensitivity? Let's try to cover at least some of our tracks. Maybe that means less bounty hunters and jedi coming after us.
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>>3811608
>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
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>>3811608
Changing >>3811613 to
>Logically, it should be possible to strangle someone with the Force's telekinetic applications.

We should probably choke them out instead, leaving one sort of alive to answer questions. We can at least keep our being a Sith hidden that way.
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>>3811608
>Logically, it should be possible to strangle someone with the Force's telekinetic applications, it could serve as a nonlethal alternative.

Anger is worthless without intelligence to direct it
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>>3811608
>>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
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>>3811616
Probably not much, don't think hurts give two shits about their expendable low level muscle
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>>3811608
>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
They made a mistake coming here.
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>>3811662
Still try to insert a quip, though.
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>>3811608
>>Logically, it should be possible to strangle someone with the Force's telekinetic applications.
try to leave one alive for questioning
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>>3811608
>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
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>>3811608
>>Just hurl the fuckers out a window.

If we're going to use our Force Powers, we need to be as inconspicuous as possible to minimize witnesses. There's a fucking Jedi Master in the building, and I think we can agree we don't want him knowing we're Force sensitive.
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>>3811686
>we don't want him knowing we're Force sensitive
Bit late for that, I'm afraid. We sort of gave it away when we tried eavesdropping on him.
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Also,
>tossing a couple of HUTTS out the window
>you know, those obese slug types
>as little ol' us
>inconspicuous
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>>3811695
Ah, sorry for the misunderstanding. Huttese is more like a lingua franca. The fact that they're speaking huttese is more of an indicator that they're probably mercenaries or pirates.

It doesn't mean that they're actually hutts.
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>>3811693
Why do you think he figured it out then? I don't think it was saved.
>>3811695
Yeah but the only witnesses would be outside, so they would just think they fell or got physically pushed down.
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>>3811695
M8 hutts wouldn't fit through the front door
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>>3811699
Oh. Well we still need one alive.
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alright, lightning and choke are tied, but there's two of them, so it's not necessarily exclusive.

>Lightning one and interrogate the other, possibly after choking?
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>>3811608
>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
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>>3811702
saved=sayed
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>>3811707
Nah I don't want to use force lightning because it's way too conspicuous, the noise and flashing light would let literally everyone in the building know there's a Sith apprentice here. Including Master Dooku.

I'll vote to just use Force Choke, subtly is key.
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Alright, new vote.
ten minutes only, and if we're still tied then I'm throwing a coin.

>Choke
>Lightning

If you think I'm making too big of a deal out of specifics, trust me this is important for reasons yet to be discovered.
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>>3811720
>Choke
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>>3811608
>That lightning was extremely cathartic to use, and practise makes perfect.
>>3811642
>>3811644
We left one alive earlier. Which also makes it pointless to hide it now unfortunately.
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>>3811720
>Lightning
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This is not the time to telegraph our Sith apprenticeship.

>>3811722
We shocked that guy so hard he probably forgot.
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>>3811720
>>Choke

> If you think I'm making too big of a deal out of specifics, trust me this is important for reasons yet to be discovered.

I have a feeling the reason is that we'll draw much more attention to ourselves with Force Lightning.
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>>3811726
We failed that bit when we decided to run around as a pain-junky. No matter what we chose to do with it its gonna be a huge red flag for any Jedi able to sense us.
And he will.
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>>3811726
I hope so. I still want people to ride the lightning though.
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>>3811720
choke
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>>3811720
>Choke
It's difficult to explain burned up corpses
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choking it is
roll me d100
10 to succeed 50 to not drain yourself. 75 to ???

You're up against two nobodies at max charge.
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>>3811747
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>>3811747
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>>3811751
Clutch roll
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>>3811751
Oh.

I think I overdid it, guys.
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>>3811530
>Do you guys wanna set our bones or nah?
If anything, its good practice.

>>3811695
Wee now kong bantha poodoo

>>3811747
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>>3811751
Choked so hard we snapped their necks.
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>>3811760
Speaking of, you'd think that would be easier than choking somebody.
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>>3811764
Considering our experience setting our own bones I wouldn't be surprised if we couldn't get to a point where we can telekinetically de-bone a Rodian in under a minute
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>>3811770
>de-bone a Rodian in under a minute
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>>3811770
Kind of want to see that now
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>>3811747
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>>3811770
While QM is away
Rolling for de-boning prowess
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You curl your right hand into a fist and start pulling at chains, forcing them off your body and into the air around you. Opening the door and stepping through, you look around father's office. The beautifully hand made wood furniture is there as usual, but it's all been pushed to the side to allow for its new inhabitants. Two of the traitorous guards are stood behind your father's desk with some kind of box attached to the terminal via wires. They're both bent over the terminal, reading so you decide to get their attention. Stabbing someone in the back was never really your style.

"I appreciate your work ethic, but-" and that's as far as you get before having to avoid a fusillade of blaster fire by diving to the side. Seems these ones aren't much for talking. You extend the chains around your hands and pull their blasters to you, before throwing them to the side dismissively. "Really gentlemen? Don't get up on my account." They both reach for combat knives, but you extend the chains again and curl them around their necks. "Now let's stop and talk about who sent you."

One of them opens his mouth and spits at your feet, so you give their necks a quick squeeze...
Snapping them.

You drop them and pace awkwardly for a moment, before disregarding it and moving back over to the terminal. The two of them were [slicing into your camera records], you're not entirely sure why but that is a later kind of question. Instead you disconnect the box [some kind of slicing thing, you should probably ask Jerec] and put in your own codes, bringing up the cameras just as your comrades come in.

"Oh." Jerec says, stepping over one of the bodies. "Nice. How'd you do that?"

"On purpose." You answer, mind focused intently on going through camera feeds. You keep switching and see more than a few worrying scenes. Tarkin and three other representatives are engaged in a running gunfight with pirates in one of the guest room corridors. On the second floor, Master Dooku is negotiating with a pirate who's drawn two thermal detonators from his belt. The good news is that the Baron and your father are already in the safe room, with two other senators who are at kind of bad angles, so you can't see them properly.
Bugger.

You look over to the others and take stock. Both of them have blasters now, Aola having picked on up on her way in. They also are both armed with swords, and Jerec hands you one as you head back around the deck. You'd take a blaster as well, but the recoil would break your wrist and using it with the force would be redundant.

>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
>Tarkin's got things well under control, and working your way past most of the pirates will take pressure off him anyway, head down to the second level.
>Write in.
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>>3811989
>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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>>3811989
>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
Huh, we actually did snap their necks. Neat.
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>>3811989
>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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> Consolidate and proceed

Also showing up in the middle of delicate negotiations is probably far from the wisest idea
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>>3811989
>>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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>>3811989
>>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
The pirates were attempting to destroy the footage of their attack. More and more evidence to add to the pile that the Hutts are trying to whack everyone connected to the Militarist party.
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>>3811989
>>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.

We are going to have so much explaining to do once Dooku puts two and two together
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>>3811989
>>Tarkin's got things well under control, and working your way past most of the pirates will take pressure off him anyway, head down to the second level.

Dooku has the most finesse with a lightsaber blade, and amazing finesse with the force, so I think he's fine, but we should go to him anyways. It might prove fruitful to watch one of the greatest Jedi Masters in action. We're obviously having trouble being delicate with the force, so you might be able to learn (sense) something about him as you watch him up close.

Plus, you'd help out Tarkin by taking out his potential opponents on the way, right?
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>>3811989
>>Tarkin's got things well under control, and working your way past most of the pirates will take pressure off him anyway, head down to the second level.
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>>3811989
>>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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>>3811989
>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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>>3811989
>Tarkin's got things well under control, and working your way past most of the pirates will take pressure off him anyway, head down to the second level.
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>>3812024
>Jedi master is in a high stress situation
>Jedi master cannot be sure who is, or isn't, an enemy
>Person who is currently drawing power from pain and is running around snapping necks and using lightning wants to go speak to jedi master.

I see absolutely no way this could possibly go wrong.
At all.
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>>3811989
>>Tarkin's got things well under control, and working your way past most of the pirates will take pressure off him anyway, head down to the second level.

Helping Tarkin would involve using our force powers, and we need to minimize the amount of people we let in on it.
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>>3812049
Nevermind, just realized that Dooku is on the second floor. Letting Tarkin know instead of Dooku is the lesser evil. Changing to
>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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Tarkinmind.
writing.
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>>3811989
>>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
Our only method of "helping Tarkin" would be with the Force, which he can't know about.

>>Tarkin's got things well under control, and working your way past most of the pirates will take pressure off him anyway, head down to the second level.
This, it's better to be at the eye of the storm with Dooku pretending to be helpless so he won't suspect us of being a force sensitive. At this point he's still a Jedi Master. He'll help us.

>>3812064
>Tarkin
>when hiding in plain sight with Dooku absolves his suspicion of you being a force sensitive
Reeeee
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>>3812069
We have 2 people with blasters, force power's arn't the 100% only choice.
There is still the somewhat political aspect to remember about helping not only Tarkin, but also the representatives he has already saved
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>>3812069
You do realize we would have to fight our way to Dooku, right? Clearing most of the mob along the way. So shove your reee back down your throat and save it for when we REALLY do something stupid
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>>3812084
Not to mention a sword and some training to use it if necessary, plus it's not like Tarkin would be able to tell the difference between Terentetek and traditional Kuati Dueling styles whereas Dooku most certainly would be able to tell we would prefer a lightsaber rather than a sword
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>>3812105
What if he mentors you, and lets you use his lightsaber? You can be the son he never knew he wanted.
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>>3812117
What if he drags the "young sith" to the order and we get our head lopped off?

Which part of "Running around killing people with the power of masochism" would lead to a Jedi wanting to train this person?
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>>3812134
Are you so retarded that you think anyone from the Jedi Order would straight up kill a 12 year old Force user just because they used the Dark Side?
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>>3812143
Yes actually, the jedi HAVE done that.
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>>3811989
>Time to go consolidate forces with Tarkin, he's the closest by far.
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>>3812146
Are you gonna source it, or keep bullshiting? Yoda would never allow it.
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>>3812117
You're talking about from SV, aren't you
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>>3812143
Yes, the indiscriminate execution of Sith is part of the reason the Jedi Order's lasted so long.
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>>3812143
Am I so retarded to think that the religious zealots will kill their ancient enemies regardless of age.
¨The same zealots who has, and will, send 12 year olds into active warzones as frontline combatants.

Yes, yes I damn well do. And so should you.
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>>3812153
You do realize I'm a different anon right?

Also, Do you want jedi order in general or the 'movie' disney owned one?
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>>3812154
>You're talking about that quest from SV, aren't you?
Fixed
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"So what's the plan boss?" Aola says, hefting the blaster carbine. "We're headed downstairs right?" You shake your head as you leave the office and run back into the corridor, heading west.

"Not yet. There's a person here called Tarkin, he's an actual soldier. And he's..." The sounds of blaster fire echo back down the corridors toward you, along with a high scream of pain. "He's not dead yet. I think."

The three of you stop at a corner as blaster bolts stream into the wall, stopping and looking around at the ongoing firefight. You can't actually see most of the group, but you make out Tarkin himself taking cover in a doorway and firing whenever he has an opening. Both ends of the corridor have pirates in, with twelve in total. Two of them are on your side of the corridor, and the rest are slowly advancing down the other side, taking cover in the doorways.and firing at the soldier.

[You can see most of the other side fiddling with white devices over the top of their bracers. Shield tech is expensive these days. These guys are better equipped than the average pirate.]

12 Hutt Marauders
VS
[I can't think up a good name for the group, so have a placeholder.]
>Lead the charge into the two faced away from you. It's about to get up close and ugly, might as well charge first.
>Are you alright using the force in front of Tarkin? If so, how?
>Stay back and let the others fire, no need to waste good blasters.
>Write in
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>>3812153
I mean, there was this https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Sith_genocide
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>>3812170
Also this

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Padawan_Massacre

but this is also old order. The website really gotten shaken up sense Disney fucking lore went into effect.

>>3812169
>Stay back and let the others fire, no need to waste good blasters.
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>>3812169
>Lead the charge into the two faced away from you. It's about to get up close and ugly, might as well charge first.
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>>3812169
>Lead the charge into the two faced away from you. It's about to get up close and ugly, might as well charge first.
The best defense is an offensive
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>>3812169
>>Lead the charge into the two faced away from you. It's about to get up close and ugly, might as well charge first.
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>>3812169
>>Stay back and let the others fire, no need to waste good blasters.
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>>3812169
>>Stay back and let the others fire, no need to waste good blasters.

I don't know how effective it would be, but as Anons have rightfully pointed out we should at least try not to out ourselves as a force user infront of literally everyone.
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>>3812155
Execution of the SITH. Some random 12 year old child seemingly using Dark Side abilities would not be persecuted the same way.

>>3812157
Nobody knows he's being trained by a Sith, they only know he's using Dark Side abilities. The Jedi Order didn't fight against the Nightsisters until they started actively interfering in the Clone Wars.

>>3812161
>You do realize I'm a different anon right?
Yes, I can read IDs. It doesn't matter if you're a different person. If you agree with the statement that the current Jedi Order of the setting, led by Yoda, would sanction the execution of a child for using Dark Side abilities (in self defense, I might add), then provide a source.

>>3812170
>5000 years BBY
>>3812174
>4000 years BBY
Again, Yoda would never allow it.
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>>3812170
to be fair, that was before even Revan's time, and the general consensus is that it was a big fuckup.

>>3812174
The padawan massacre was also done without the council's consent.

The current Jedi are the bad kind of pacifists and a bit arrogant, but I'm not going to demonise them to make the sith look better either.
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>>3812187
>>3812185

I never said the Jedi order was alright with Massacres. I'm saying shit like they DO happen.

Also GM you really don't need to demonize them. They are already pretty shitty. Being tied too the cluster fuck of the republic does that.
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>>3812185
>Again, Yoda would never allow it.
>Implying that Yoda has firm hold over the order and all of its members
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>>3812169
>>Lead the charge into the two faced away from you. It's about to get up close and ugly, might as well charge first.
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>>3812169
If only we had slugthrowers, then those shields would be useless.
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>>3812169
>Lead the charge into the two faced away from you. It's about to get up close and ugly, might as well charge first.
Yay, shields for us!
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>>3812185
And, how, pray tell do you decide what is and what isn't a sith?
Might it be the fact that a twelve year old is running using dark side powers to kill people? Especially weird since, you know, random force sensitive children don't just randomly develop that kinda thing.
And if theres an investigation, highly likely, well its not like they're gonna notice the ominous sith-tomb with the sith-ghost and sith-iconography and general sith'ness. Right?

There's no "Sith" stamp on peoples foreheads. If it feels like a duck, acts like a duck and shoots lightning like a duck... You just might have yourself a sith-duck.

The very least, best case scenario, is that we'l be on the run from the Jedi Order for the rest of our life. Because they do, in fact, have a 0 tolerance policy towards badwrongfun
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>>3812227
Just a minor thing I think I have to re state. You're very tall fourteen, not twelve. It doesn't change much, but there appears to be some confusion.

Also you're engaging in melee combat, nice.
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I thought Last Jedi was fantastic. It's probably my favorite Star Wars movie.
My three favorite are:
Last Jedi
Rogue One
Revenge of the Sith.
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>>3812239
All this arguing started by an anon wanting father figure Dooku from a dead quest, kek.
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>>3812243
Please, the fucking Holiday Special was better than TLJ.
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ah sorry, I forgot.
D100
DC 60, 80 without ninjuries.
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3812243
You're free to have your opinion.
Its wrong, so very wrong, but I'll happily defend your rights to say it.

>>3812252
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>>3812252
Shit. We're just getting hurt everywhere, aren't we?
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>>3812254
>>3812258
>>3812259
FOOLS, PAIN WILL ONLY MAKE US STRONGER. EVERYTIME WE BREAK WE GROW GREATER.
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>>3812264
Incoming damage from ninjas
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>>3812266
ANON SPEAKS THE TRUTH. EMBRACE IT! FEED IT!
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>>3812266
>>3812272
We cannot allow ourselves to become a slave to base emotions.
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>>3812254
oof

>>3812266
>>3812272
Sion was a dumbass who got debated to death.
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>>3812252
>ninjuries
Are we fighting pirates ninjas?
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>>3812284
Don't remind me please.
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>>3812290
Of course, it all makes sense now. A lord from the planet hidden in the leaves is plotting to take over the golden millennium after tributing 3 jedi masters to summon an ancient god from his past memories. Only we can stop him anons.
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We were so close, too.
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>>3812298
Switch god for Sith and I could easily see this being true
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>>3812252
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>>3812348
Oh, if only you were here sooner...
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>>3812348
This is the second or third time that someone has rolled late and they got way past the dc it makes me very sad
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>>3812185
Sith gain power quickly, it would've taken a Jedi youngling two decades to reach the competency to consistently decimate pirates but we managed it in roughly half of one.
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>>3812350
>>3812354
Hey, not everyone has time to check the quest every 5 minutes.
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You draw your sword and rush forwards, trusting your friends to follow behind as you move in. The pirates hear you and spin, but it's too late for them to open fire before you close the distance. Jerec just rolls into an open door and starts firing past into the other group, but Aola's pissed and ready for revenge, drawing two sabres and launching herself at the second pirate.

Your enemy throws a vicious uppercut with his open hand which you duck under, stabbing at his thigh. He steps back and draws a machete before slashing at your neck. He's fast, but you've fought faster for longer. He's no Lord Rexas. [who you'd expect to have turned up by now, or at least shown himself.

Both of you are silent as you throw out another sequence of attacks, focusing intently on the fight. He's good, but not formally trained at all. You switch from one hand to another, bringing the sabre around in a reversed slash that bites deep into his thigh. Unfortunately he grits his teeth and fights through it, bringing his machete down on your sword arm, you pull back but it bites deep, and you drop your sword to the ground. You lament the use of sharp weaponry, if they were using blasters it'd be easier to put yourself back together.

He advances towards you with a grin but receives a short sharp shock in the form of a raging Aola, who takes his arm off with a vertical slice before stabbing him in the neck with her offhand sword. Tarkin is firing at the other group of pirates now, having recognised you but to little effect, as the shielded ones step forwards with blades and stun prods drawn. Looking around you see that Aola's target is very dead, having been decapitated. You step back into cover, picking up your sword on the way.

Jerec also does fairly well, firing past the shielded pirates and into their gunners, one of whom goes down with a yelp.

Behold, my very experimental combat system. Suggestions will be appreciated.

Kadwyn
[Terentatek Acolyte]
[Sith Apprentice]
Structural integrity:80%
Force:400/250

>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
>Pick up your sword and fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
>Reconstruct your self. (Convert Force to Integrity. 1/2 efficiency.)
>Feed on Pain. (gain Force equal to missing health)
>Force Telekinesis (Push/Pull/Choke -30 Force)
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
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>>3812397
I'm mostly inspired by Joker Quest, for those who are familiar.
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>Fight aggressively
>Force lightning
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>>3812400
They are separate options anon, you pick one.
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively

https://youtu.be/V2XGp5ix8HE
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>>3812397
>Force Telekinesis (Push/Pull/Choke -30 Force)
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>>3812413
My bad
>Force lightning
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Changing >>3812420 to >>3812424. Like hell are we going to expose ourselves to Tarkin.
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>>3812397
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
ZAPP
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>>3812397
>>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
We can put ourselves back together after the immediate threat is dealt with
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Just a quick recap, there's a very good reason you didn't attack with the force at the start of this battle, and that was to avoid outing yourself as a sith.

I'm seeing a lot of lightning votes, and i'm just a bit worried people might be voting without the context.
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>>3812441
>willingly choosing to reveal ourselves as, not only a force user but, a Sith in front of the probably future Grand Moff
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
Revealing ourselves this early to Tarkin is a fool's game.
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
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>>3812397
>>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)

Only one pirate has seen us use our powers, lets not reveal ourselfs more.
It's possible that we still can stay under the radar, if those two won't spill the beans
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively
No blackmail fodder for policritters and Jedi attention plox.
Just healing.
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>>3812457
VERY FEW people knew the diffrence between jedi and sith at that time, besides being a sith is not a crime. Specefic laws regarding relegious freedom were passed, which speceficaly rewoked the ban on sith in the republic, because it violated peoples relegious freedom
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>>3812449
Good guy QM.
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>>3812397
>>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)

True, but do you want it well known that Kadwyn Meriss is a Jedi?
One the Jedi have never heard of?
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>>3812397

>Pick up your sword and fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
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>Use the force.
>the kinetic force.

d100
DC 50, 70 to not get stabbed.
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3812526
check my 100
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3812526
no check my 100
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

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>>3812526
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>>3812536
The sudden save from anon, and on his first post too.
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>>3812397
>Pick up your sword and fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
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>>3812536
>>3812537
Thank goodness.
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>>3812542
Fucking damn it, I'm not used to such a fast paced quest, lol.
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>>3812549
Can't stay still in combat anon
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>>3812587
Faced paced as in the QM updates much quicker than most quests. Not like that's a bad thing of course, I'm just saying I'm not used to it lol.
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You stand with Aola and get ready to receive the charge, spinning the sabre slowly in your hand. You're breathing hard as they sprint towards you, but stand tall just the same. It's the meaning of the style after all. The illusion of invincibility may be broken for these pirates, but you can fix that.

You've got to admit it's a bit worrying being confronted by four heavily armed pirates, but four quickly becomes two when Aola countercharges, kicking one into a wall and locking blades with the other. Your two are broken up quickly as Tarkin comes charging out of the side room, pistol in one hand and knife in the other. He slams into the first one, carrying him across the hall and into the opposite room.

You parry his baton as Jerec fires past you, another of the pirate gunners falling with a cry of pain. The pirate pushes forwards and down, aiming to unbalance you. Unfortunately for him you've experience fighting people physically superior. One of the first thing you learnt in your spars is never to lock blades with someone stronger, and you spin to the side with step eight, carving a furrow into the pirate's chest. He rears back in pain and you advance, stabbing him neatly through the thin cloth covering his throat.

You push him off of your blade, watching as he tumbles onto the floor, breath bubbling in his mouth.

Aola's swords are knocked out of her hands, so she steps into her opponent's guard and grabs them around the head, twisting until they drop with an wet snap. The second comes up behind and raises their weapon but Jerec snipes it out of their hand, before you hurl your own blade into his chest, with a little help from the force.

The last gunner runs rather than fighting, Jerec tries to stop him, but misses by a hair as he turns a corner.

You hear a short series of blaster shots from the room and turn the corner to see Tarkin standing over the mercenary from before, trying to lever his knife out of the traitor's shield generator.

"Hey."

He turns and nods, face bloody from a busted nose. "Senators in the other room. Give me a moment."

Turning back you knock on the door to the surviving representatives. "It's Kadwyn, Lord Meriss' son." Then open it, giving everyone a quick look. "Anyone injured?"

There's two people inside, a Neimoidian and Selkath. They're both hovering over the body of another Selkath, but his eyes are closed, and he's not breathing. You bit your lip, before waving at them to come out. "It's not safe here, we have to get to the safe room."

Tarkin enters the room just after you and grabs the shellshocked aliens by their arms, pulling them up. "Keep moving, or we'll all share his fate. Now MOVE!" He looks over to you as they head out into the hallway, scowling. "They'll thank us later." he says, before walking out into the hall after them.

""Where to now boss?" Aola huffs out, clearly still regaining her breath.

You and Tarkin both answer at the same time, before turning to each other with a frown.
tbc
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"Down, we'll take the staircase."
"To the safe room, Lord Mer-"

You look him in the eye, then decide that engaging in a battle of authority might not necessarily turn out well in this situation, instead you appeal to his reason. "Master Dooku, the Jedi. He was in a spot of bother downstairs last I saw and could do with backup. I say we go help."

He waits a second then nods. "We could do with a Jedi. Getting down might be the a problem, there's pirates guarding the stairways."

You shrug and point to the bodies around you "We've plenty of blasters."

He nods, picking up a proper rifle and holstering his pistol. "I suppose we don't have a choice, I'll lead."

Not one for dickwaving (at least yet) you nod, waving at the others to keep up. It's only a short run from the guest quarters to the stairs, but each step seems fraught with trouble. Tarkin kicks open the door and would be completely perforated if Jerec didn't blow the poor sod on the other side into smithereens first.

You hear footsteps from behind you as you hurry the senators through, and you're still pulling the door to a close as another squad of pirates turns the corner and starts yelling exactly the words you didn't want to hear.

"There they are! Blast them!"

You slam the door shut and hurry down the stairs after the others, having pushed your luck entirely too far already today.

The second floor is home to you and your father's chambers, along with a few spare lounges and rooms that you've mostly turned into living spaces. It used to be the old top floor, but your grandfather had the place remodelled according to the family archives.

The exact reason this is important, is that you can hear Lord Rexas when you pass your quarters. He's talking quietly to someone else in hushed tones.. You stop as the other run past, torn between possibilities. Jerec turns and gives you an inquisitive look, putting a hand on Aola's shoulder.

>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
>change of plans, we've got to check something.
>It's not like he can die, and this could be some kind of abstract test, you wouldn't put it past him.
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>>3812744
>>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
Make up some excuse that you might have something that could be useful. If anyone remembers, and asks about it later, lie and say that we weren't able to find it.
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>>3812744
>change of plans, we've got to check something.
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>>3812744
>It's not like he can die, and this could be some kind of abstract test, you wouldn't put it past him.
We have more important things to do, it's not like Rexas is in danger or anything
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>>3812744
>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
A Sith does not expect answers to be handed to him.

I vaguely remember a comic where Sidious says something like this to Vader but I cannot for the life of me remember which Vader comic.
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>>3812744
>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
Sneaky peek at what show Rexas is running
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>>3812744
>change of plans, we've got to check something.
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>>3812744
>>It's not like he can die, and this could be some kind of abstract test, you wouldn't put it past him.
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>>3812744
>It's not like he can die, and this could be some kind of abstract test, you wouldn't put it past him.
No time to waste.
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>>3812744
>>change of plans, we've got to check something.
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>>3812744
>It's not like he can die, and this could be some kind of abstract test, you wouldn't put it past him.
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>>3812744
>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
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>>3812794
>>3812744
Wait, I fucked that up. I meant to pick
>>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
Find out what he's saying, alone.
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>>3812243
This feel like bait, but rogue one and ROTS are actually good
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>>3812869
Rogue One was decent overall but not spectacular. Except for the Vader rampage scene. That was fucking rad. And probably the best shit we'll see from Disney's star wars.
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>>3812879
Rogue One being just decent puts it miles ahead of the rest of nu-wars though.
I thought Solo was okay too.
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>>3812879
I liked the non-hyperspace ram scene, it was cool
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>>3812909
Solo was okay, but it followed every cliche to the letter
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>>3812879
>>3812909
>>3812928
>>3812936
Rouge One had some pretty baller meme potential to be honest m8y

We're stuck between investigating and not doing so, so I'm gonna fold the (investigate as a group) people into the investigate camp.
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>>3812744
>Go on hurry, I've just got to do something.
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"I'll be right back, just got to grab my datapad." You say, like a liar. "Codes." Cringing slightly as you retreat, you run into your rooms and close the door behind you. The whole place is utterly ransacked. Tables and chairs have been turned over and cut open, while your drawers have been turned out across the floor. The door to your meditation room is closed, but the panel's been hacked open, literally. It looks like someone took a plasma cutter to it.

The voices get louder as you approach your meditation room, along with another voice you know well.

"You're an idiot if you think some pirates can keep my apprentice under lock and key, twice the fool if you expect that trinket to work forev-"

"Yeah yeah, sure thing mate." Fissk says, voice oozing smugness. "Only I've got your damn anchor, so you'll do whatever the hell I say, or your shitty glow lamp takes a spacewalk. And for the record, I'd kick the shite out your boy with a hand behind me back. Now get in the fuckin' box."

You stop by the open door, back against the wall as your brain kicks into overload. Somehow he must have known about the artefact, but how? Those tombs hadn't been opened in a decade at least, then you look back and remember, the memories rising easily to the forefront of your mind. Someone had stolen Lord Rexas' body and other belongings. Maybe whoever sent Fissk is responsible for that theft.

"I can hear you, y'know?" Fissk says, from inside the sanctum. "Your breath wheezes, it's kinda annoying."
Shit.

You step back from the doorway, blade drawn as the smug bastard walks into the main room. He's still wearing the nondescript beige suit and vest from before, but he's removed the jacket, leaving only a waistcoat; shirt and trousers. He's got a spectacularly intricate looking vibroblade in one hand and a sleek blaster pistol in the other. The ensemble is finished with a strange medallion on his chest, which glows in the force.

"Before we get started, I want you to know the name's not actually Fissk. Not goin' to tell you anythin' else, but you deserve to know that much at least."

You can't see it, but he's got the Pyramid in his pocket. You can feel it's weight in the force.

>Well Fissk, I'm here. Start kicking. (Combat begins probably)
>What have you done to Lord Rexas?
>This was a well thought out plan, I'm impressed.
>Who are you?
>Write in
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>>3813154
I think we should just fight anyone else?
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>>3813154
>Write in
>Shock him
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>>3813154
>This is the part where you monologue at me, right? It's what all the foppish villains in the holovids do.
And then we sucker punch him when he rolls his eyes like a fop. Metaphorically of course. We'd probably break our hand actually punching him. Throw some debris at him with the force.
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>>3813164
Don't kill him so we can prod his brain later or someone else might interrogate him.
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Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3813154
Electrocute him until he's unconscious.
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>>3813154
>This was a well thought out plan, I'm impressed.
>Well Fissk, I'm here. Start kicking. (Combat begins probably)
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>>3813175
What's with the roll?
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>>3813154
Supporting >>3813170.
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>>3813154
>Well Fissk, I'm here. Start kicking. (Combat begins probably)
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>>3813154
Pull the medallion off of him using the force
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>>3813202
wrong thread
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>>3813202
I literally have no idea what you're talking about.
What do you mean?
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>>3813154
>Politely greet Rexas, ask him if our guest being a nuisance and if we can do anything to resolve the situation.
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Sucker punch him with the force
roll the dice anons, let them fall where they may.
DC75, 90
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3813214
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>3813214
wew ded
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3813214
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

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>>3813220
Oh shit. Nice.
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>>3813220
Fucking save
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3813214
Take this natty 100 to the face!
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>>3813220
YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER
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>>3813214
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>>3813220
That's a good fucking start anons.
that's a very good fucking start.
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>>3813237
>Oh great, another stupid kid who thinks just cause some ghost tells him he's special he's the hottest shit on the yard.
>Yo is that a fucking king sized bed?
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>>3813220
UNLIMITED POWAAAAAH
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>>3813214
Rolling to break his jaw and give him a concussion.
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3813270
Whoops, forgot how to roll.
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>>3813273
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You slowly step forwards, tilting your head and spreading your arms in a gesture of extreme nonchalance. "Is this the part where you start to monologue? It's what all the foppish, overconfident villains do in holos after all." He laughs and mirrors your stance, still with that everpresent grin.

"The only one overconfident here is you boyo, I've been-" and then he's cut off by the light you rip from the wall slamming into the back of his head and singeing off a fair amount of his hair. "You bastard!"

You advance forwards and cut at his chest, but he recovers a second too soon and fires off a round from his blaster, forcing you sideways and away. He snarls and jumps forward with his blade extended but you slip under it and carve a thin slice down his side. The two of you circle around each other for a moment, your stance poised and imposing, while he moves shakily and quick, like a snake.

Both of you strike at the same time, blades meeting and sparking off each other inbetween you as you probe each other's defences. He's fast and strong, but clearly has little to no formal training, whereas you are only able to keep up thanks to Terentatek style. After a few more parried swings you both back off, thinking and analysing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcFhz5YgTzQ
[???, True Survivor.] 80%
[Backstreet Prodigy]
VS
Kadwyn
[Terentatek Acolyte]
[Revanite Apprentice]
Structural integrity:70%
Force:400/250

>Fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
>Reconstruct your self. (Convert Force to Integrity. 1/2 efficiency.)
>Feed on Pain. (gain Force equal to missing health)
>Force Telekinesis (Push/Pull/Choke -30 Force)
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
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>>3813281
>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.

is our structural integrity our HP?
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>>3813282
Yes
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>>3813281
>Force Push
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>>3813281
>Fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
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>>3813281
Shouldn't we be careful? How is he able to see Rexas? Wasn't Rexas surprised that he can see him?

>>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
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>>3813281
>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
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>>3813281
>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
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>>3813297
A good question, but they seemed to be at the end of their conversation, maybe if you arrived earlier you would have caught more.

Fight Defensively
>not using the force.
Okay I guess.

dice plz
DC75, 90
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>3813314
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>>3813281
>>Fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
Honestly guys, it's just some organs dying and we can heal
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3813314
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>3813314
>A good question, but they seemed to be at the end of their conversation, maybe if you arrived earlier you would have caught more.
FUCK. I knew it.
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>>3813317
oof, barely made it.
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Just saying, he has unknown amulet on him and is not afraid of force users.
He might have a way to negate force tricks, so lets stick to what has worked this far
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>>3813393
On the other hand, we won't know what doesn't work until we try or Rexas tells us something.
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>>3813393
>>3813409
So what you're saying is we should fall back on the standard Sith tactics of
>Shoot lightning at it. If that doesn't work, you're not using enough lightning
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>>3813393
Why don't we use the Force to fling some furniture and knock him off-guard? Sure he can negate direct force attacks, but can he stop momentum?
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>>3813393
It seems like getting pelted by lamps is effective. I wonder if uncle Rexas is proud of such an underhanded trick.
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>>3813417
I voted
>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
but I also think that if we want to use Force abilities on him, I'd much rather do it now than if we become desperate.
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>>3813427
He's probably watching and nodding his head right now
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>>3813432
Dude we're a Sith-in-training fighting for our lives, strong, overpowering emotions are a good thing. Also, we're doing all of this with a shattered arm, holy fuck
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>>3813436
I'm not suggesting dump EVERYTHING into him right now, just a test to see what defenses he has and if we can breach them.
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>>3813426
supporting this
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>>3813281
>true survivor

Are we fighting the Hoff?
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>>3813832
great, now i imagine Fissk with that leatherjacket and a burger on the floor
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>>3813832
I think it's the other option from the OP, the Dromund Kaas street rat one.
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>>3813844
I like what Sheevy has done. Time to prove who is superior.
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I return.
sorry, I had to sleep.
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You wait and let him make he first move, standing as still as possible and clenching your arm as you observe his movements. Doing so gives you the time to really look at him, and you get a nasty shock. He's reaching into the Force! He doesn't have any shields or anything, but you can see him sucking in power and reinforcing his body with it, making him stronger and faster.

Which neatly explains how absurdly strong he is when his blade comes down on you. You do parry his overhead swipe, but it damn near knocks the blade out of your hands, and you almost fail to dodge when he follows up with his blaster.

[Blood fills your mouth]

Recovering, you stop and watch as he does something else you weren't quite expecting. Fissk? lets himself fall forwards, almost horizontal to the floor before he kicks off with the force and rockets forward with an outstretched blade. You step to the side and slash at him, but only manage to nick his shoulder as he passes.

He spins and lands on his feet on the other side of the room, standing back up to his full height.
"For a sick man, you're pretty fucking slippery aren't you."

You grin and flourish your sabre as blood trickles from between your teeth. Unfortunately you can't make a witty comeback, because you'd vomit blood all over the floor.

[???, True Survivor.] 70%
[Backstreet Prodigy]
VS
Kadwyn
[Terentatek Acolyte]
[Revanite Apprentice]
Structural integrity:65%
Force:400/250

>Fight aggressively. (+10 to roll -10 Integrity.)
>Fight defensively, conserving your stamina.
>Reconstruct your self. (Convert Force to Integrity. 1/2 efficiency.)
>Feed on Pain. (gain Force equal to missing health)
>Force Telekinesis (Push/Pull/Choke -30 Force)
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
>Blind him with blood. (Attack with reduced DC's Three turn cooldown. Only usable below 65% health.)
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>>3813977
>>Blind him with blood. (Attack with reduced DC's Three turn cooldown. Only usable below 65% health.)
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>>3813977
He doesn't have a lightsaber, and I doubt he can use Tutaminis. Light him up with Lightning.
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>>3813977
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
UNLIMITED POWER!
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>>3813977
BRING
THE
VOLTAGE
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>>3813977
>>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
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>>3813977
>Blind him with blood.
Don't reveal our power level (force lightning) until we can finish him off, there's a good chance he'll run away if he sees he can't win
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>>3813992
If we fry him good he'll be in no shape to run tho.
All we need is a decent roll, and considering our current bonus to Offensive Force Actions that should be doable.
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>>3813977
>Blind him with blood. (Attack with reduced DC's Three turn cooldown. Only usable below 65% health.)

Blind and then lightning. He'll never see it coming.
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>>3813977
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
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>>3813977
>Force Lightning (Zap -50 Force -10% Integrity)
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>>3813977
>>Blind him with blood. (Attack with reduced DC's Three turn cooldown. Only usable below 65% health.)
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>>3813977
>Blind him with blood. (Attack with reduced DC's Three turn cooldown. Only usable below 65% health.)
Blind and force lightning him up. Preferably while cackling
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inb4 our blood acts as an accidental conductor and we pop his eyeballs with electricity,
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BRING THE THUNDER
d100's at the ready.
50 to do it, 70 to do it not take further damage and 90 to overcharge it.
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3814029
Don't need no backstreet urchins stealing our shit.
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>3814032
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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3814032
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Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>3814032
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

THUNDER; FEEL THE THUNDER
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>>3814035
Thank the Force.
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>>3814032
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>3814032
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>>3814037
>>3814040
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3814037
>>3814040
>wasting all the good rolls
Now I have to get this nat 1 out of the way
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3814046
Pssh, you call that a nat 1?
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>>3814037
>>3814040
It hurts
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>>3814035
nicely done anon
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3814032
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>meanwhile, downstairs with Dooku: Why is the electricity around here suddenly so angry? Oh.
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>>3814149
You expect anons to have foresight?
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>>3814151
I mean, if the guy manages to escape we can absolutely try to pin any suspicions of Sith shit on him.
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>>3814151
I think it was bound to happen eventually. Dooku already probably felt the little things we've been doing.
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He kicks off again and launches himself at you again, blaster firing as you scramble to dodge. You spin and parry as he stops himself with the force, falling into a defensive stance as you're pushed back and across the room.

Your opponent's stronger and faster, but his movements are inefficient and he overextends a lot, a mistake you're more than happy for him to keep making. Unfortunately he's trying to turn this into a battle of stamina, one you know you won't win. So you change the game. You step under a neck sweep and bring up your left hand, chains unravelling as you burn them for fuel. He takes a step back to get away, but lightning arcs.

He screams as he's thrown backwards, bolts of electricity not only sticking fast to his body, but setting his clothes on fire and tearing them. [The holocron] falls out of the shredded remains of his pocket, and you see the trinket on his chest stop glowing as it disintegrates. All that before he's sent crashing through the window, and landing with a nasty thud.

You pick up the holocron, then hurry over to the window and see him get up, a scowl on his face as he turns to run. You step up to the window, but wince as the pain in your arm starts to intensify. You look down and see electrical burns on your arm and across your chest. It seems that you might not have quite the grasp on this technique as you previously thought

[You can hear footsteps coming from outside]

>Use the force, you might well catch him.
>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
>Someone's coming, act natural.
>write in.
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>>3814159
>>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
Oh fuck!
>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
>>Get the holocron immediately
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>>3814159
>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
>>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814167
We already have our holocron back and it wouldn't matter anyway if Dooku came through.
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>>3814159
>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814176
I wish that I learned how to read.
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>>3814159
>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
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>>3814159
>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
At least give him a final "fuck you"
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>>3814159
>>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
DC 100 to hit
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>>3814202
Wait a minute...
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>>3814159
>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
Nail that mother fucker
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
Or else he comes back!
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Yellow-belly anons at it again. FEED on that anger and cripple the fucker at least.
>>
Jesus is coming, look busy.
Plausible deniability baby.
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
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>>3814225
You might want to archive the thread and start a new one OP, we're already on page 6
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>>3814233
/qst/ is an extremely slow board. I wouldn't archive until page 10
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>>3814271
Ditto
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
DELETE LEGS
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>>3814280
See, this anon gets it
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
If we let him go, we're going to be handicapping ourselves by having to deal with the fallout of a force user with a vendetta against us. Unless it's Dooku himself, which it can't be because he's a little too busy, we can deal with whoever sees us throwing a sword a little too accurately.
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>>3814319
>>3814280
>>3814231
I hope you anons are not too late
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
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>>3814159
>>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
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>>3814159
>>Hurl your sword, with some help of course.
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>>3814319
>Someone's coming, act natural.
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>>3814159
>Hurl your sword, with some help of course
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>me
Alright! Just wrote everything down in the word doc, I’ll go take a piss and paste it in.
>my computer.
Now is when we update. When he isn’t around to push the abort button.
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>>3814474
>he didn't disable the proprietary updates
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>>3814474
This is why god gave us alcohol.
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>>3814480
Shit man, the height of my computer knowledge is installing the empire at war remake mod. I’m practically a boomer.
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>>3814474
>he doesn't run Linux
Bruh.

>>3814483
BRUH.
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>>3814474
>>3814483

You know that wee button that looks like a floppy disk? Ever wondered what it does?
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>>3814528
What the fuck is a "floppy" disk? Don't just make up weird stuff.
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>>3814537
I know, right? Everyone knows you save shit using a punch card. Stop reading that popsci magazine anon.
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>>3814543
A punch card? I thought we were supposed to just use a pen and paper.
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>>3814550
Pen and paper? Use a tablet and chisel you damn hipster.
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Tablet and chisel? You yungins don't know how good you have it!!!

Back in mah day we had to smear berries on the walls and then bake it on with a torch. Then repeat it once a month for a year and THEN it was mostly permanent. You brats with your fancy tablets and chisels and your one and done technology. IT AIN'T PROPER I SAY!!!!!
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You watch as he limps into the woods, then turn and pull a cracked datapad off the ground. It's pretty trashed, but you'll just pretend to remember the codes. Honestly it was a terrible excuse in the first place. Both Aola and Jerec know how good your memory is. At least they're both smart enough to ask about it later, makes things much simpler.

You step out into the corridor just as Dooku rounds the corner, his cape thrown off and lightsaber ignited. You swallow as the two of you lock eyes, stood among the bodies of friend and foe. His eye are cold and his expression unreadable for a long moment, where the only sounds are the buzz of his lightsaber and the blood dripping from your mouth.

He looks from your bloody sword, to the pocket you placed the holocron in and then back to your eyes. The moment extends for even longer, and then he Switches his saber off, a brief glimpse of fear and hope shining from under his mental defences.

"We will need to talk later." It's said with a level of certainty that you know well, having had more than a few conversations with an ancient Sith Lord. "For now, I must take you to safety." He turns and you follow, walking down the corridor towards the staircase, occasionally stopping to let small patrols of pirates past. "They have set up signal jammer outside. I will escort you to your father's safe room, then disable it so we can call for aid."

>Just do it. You're injured, and he is more than capable enough.
>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
>Write in.
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>>3814641
>>Just do it. You're injured, and he is more than capable enough.
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>>3814641
>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
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>>3814641
>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
If I can't get Fissk, I'll take the rest as compensation.
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>>3814641
>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
>Tell him about the runner known as Fissk and that he was the master mind that needs stopping!
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>>3814653
Backing
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The cat's out of the bag.

>>3814641
>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
Detain and no lightning or choking.
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>>3814641
>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
FUCK YEAH DOOKU
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>>3814641
>Tell him to go after Fissk
>Us Tarkin and friends can take care if the jammer
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>>3814641
>>Protest, these criminals have invaded your home. It's your duty to see them off.
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Just had a thought. Fissk's title was [Backstreet Prodigy] and he was able to use the Force. Is he the kid from the Dromund Kaas origin story we could've picked?
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>>3814679
Yes, that was already surmised.
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>>3814668
My ID probably changed but this is important.
Be INSISTENT that he go after Fissk. We don't want to have this villain on the loose bullshit. DOOKU should be 100% capable of catching him right now.

Jammer? Just grab one of the thermal detonators from that pirate DOOKU was dealing with earlier. Force push it onto jammer and have Tarkin shoot it. DONE!
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>>3814641
Switching >>3814655 to >>3814668.
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Wait, who will protect our father then?
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>>3814641
This >>3814653
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>>3814694
He is in the SAFE ROOM. So something that probably can withstand up to orbital bombardment.
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>>3814698
touché
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>Protest
>With a side order of information sharing.
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>>3814683
this
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>>3814641
>>Write in.
Ask Dooku why a """Jedi""" attacked us. Tell Dooku that the person you were just fighting levitated some debris and threw it at you, and tell him "only a Jedi can do that sort of thing". Then follow up by saying he must've noticed you coming because he jumped out the window.

If Dooku truly already knows that we're a force sensitive, there's no harm in telling him that the person we were fighting was too. It might give him a good reason to chase after him.
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>>3814708
Are you still here, QM?
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>>3815394
Probably went to sleep.
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>>3815438
Damn circadian rhythm
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>>3815530
Yeah fuck cicadas. Loud mouthed little shits.
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>>3812549
Welcome to /tg/-era quests, mate. Fifteen minute updates, 5-minute voting periods.

>>3814641
>Tell him to go after Fissk
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>>3816229
>Welcome to /tg/-era quests, mate. Fifteen minute updates, 5-minute voting periods.
Don't forget to also name the high quality output which was more typical during the /tg/-era. This Star Wars quest is a positive throwback in that way.
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When are we starting today?
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>>3817092
Now anon, sorry, i had stuff to do.
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"What!" you blurt out, forgetting your composure at the sheer impossibility of what he's suggesting. "This is my home, it's my duty-" He wheels on you with a dark expression, voice raised as he cuts you off.

"Do not speak to me of duty, I know it better than most. You're strong certainly, but you are still a child." He grabs you by the shoulder and tries to pull you along, but you twist away and flex the force He doesn't step back, but pulls his hand back, before turning his whole body to face you. You grit your teeth as the two of you regard each other, he's calm and unreadable while you're in constant pain and bleeding. A shattered arm, cuts and heavy bruises all cover your body but you refuse to be anything less than perfect. You've had enough of fragility. You're still thinking how best to convince him when he speaks, voice slow and calm. [He's trying to defuse the situation clearly, you recognise the techniques.]

"How many times have you risked your life in the last hour?" He starts, a stern look on his face. "How many people have you killed? You can't even shave yet. The fact you ever had to pick up that sword was a tragedy, let alone use it." He gestures towards the gardens with one hand. "Your father is terrified , and your friends are worried as well. Rightfully so." [You get the feeling he's tiptoeing around something else. Most likely your powers if you had to take a guess. Awfully decent of him.] "More importantly I might find it difficult to fight twenty well equipped pirates while protecting an injured child."

You splay your arms wide and laugh, standing tall. "I'm barely scratched."

He crosses his arms as his expression darkens, before quickly poking you hard in the bicep of your left arm. You stay silent with some effort, but he still adopts a vindicated look. "Don't belittle me by thinking I didn't notice your arm. It's impressive for a rushed fix, but I have taught Padawans far more headstrong and reckless than you. I recognise a poor job when I see one and how you can stand continues to evade me. You are hiding your injuries, not fixing them." He bends forward, the next words are well known to him. They sound long rehearsed. "If you don't get to a healer, they'll heal on their own. You'll be dealing with the pain for the rest of your life."

You're surprised that he actually outright admitted knowing of your powers, but you suppose it was bound to happen given the topic. "I think you're vastly overstating this. A few minutes of concentration and they'll be just fine. I'm no stranger to healing." You begin, before rapidly changing the subject away from your... speciality. "Besides, there are other things to do as well. Fiisk was an impostor, and ran off into the woods. Someone has to catch him before he gets off planet."

Dooku looks mostly unswayed, to his credit. He nods, then crosses his arms again. "Thank you, I'll pass it along to the planetary defence force.There's no chance of me catching him now though."
tbc
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>>3817468
>"Thank you, I'll pass it along to the planetary defence force.There's no chance of me catching him now though."

Useless old man. I bet if Tarkin was here he would jump out of the window.
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>>3817468
"Don't try and sidetrack this." He says. "There's no good reason to for you to continue fighting now you're so close to safety. You speak of duty, but the most dutiful thing to do right now would be to survive. To continue despite that would only reveal the truth. That you're not motivated by duty, and rather by self destructive impulses." He stands to his full height now, pointing back towards the exit. "Go, be a slave to your masochistic tendencies should it please you, but don't expect it to go well."

>I think I will.
>He does have a point.
>Wite In.
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>>3817570
>>He does have a point.
Honestly the only reason to continue is to stroke our pride
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>>3817570
>He does have a point.
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>>3817570
>>He does have a point.
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>>3817570
>He does have a point.

We're falling apart at the seams, almost literally.
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>>3817570
>>He does have a point.
We are a slave to nothing and no one. Not pain, not our own failing flesh, and certainly not the sanctimonious prattling of the Jedi. That said we could do with a quick rest
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>>3817570
>He does have a point.

Fuck, His trying to get us to prove we're a sith.
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>>3817570
>He does have a point.
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>>3817570
>He does have a point.
To be a slave to desire, Rexas taught us not.
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>>3817570
>>He does have a point.

Holy shit, I didn't expect him to drop his knowledge of our force powers so casually, as if he doesn't actually give a fuck. When do you guys think he figured it out?
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>>3817622
>When do you guys think he figured it out?
When we walked up to him covered in force lightning burns.
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>>3817622
Is that an ancient Sith holocron in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
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>>3817622
Probly when he sensed all those Force powers we used, and felt the holcron in our pocket
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>>3817622
>When do you guys think he figured it out?
Literally the first time we met
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>>3817622
When we let our anger slip while eavesdropping.
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>>3817622
Are you retarded?
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>>3817633
This anon wins the prize. Your wit astounds me.

>He does have a point.
boom. I'll get right on that.
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>>3817570
>He does have a point.
>Wite In.
>Flip Him off when he is not looking
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>>3817655
>>Flip Him off when he is not looking
Fuck no, he's a Jedi, he'd be able to sense it with the Force.
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>>3817666
Shut up, Satan. You're not our real dad.
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>>3817687
>>3817695
nothing so crude, but you're not going to be "oh sorry master" ing either.
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>>3817703
Well that's comforting to know.
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>>3817707
Yeah.
You're too much of an insecure little shit for that. Like most clever kids.
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>>3817703
What did he say?
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>>3817713
So what, we're gonna go "y-you too"?
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>>3817724
We're going to go "M-mi'lady..." and then tip our fedora at him.
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>>3817726
>Mi'Jedi
>Dooku is confused but also subconsciously disgusted
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Just noticed we passed 1300 replies (without too much shitposting). Damn, not bad for a new QM.
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>>3817570
>>He does have a point
Can't really argue against that. We are half-dead
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>>3817809
Reminds me of the older quests quality/time wise.
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sorry guys, I'm a bit braindead right now. I'm gonna call it for today seeing as we're only on page 7, but I'll be on tomorrow as well after 7ish.

Hooray for unemployment, and all the free time it gives us.

I'll take a look at the thread from time to time, so any questions or critiques are more than welcome.
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>>3817570
>He does have a point
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>>3817834
Don't forget to archive!

>>3816250
Aye, fellow oldfag. Too true.
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I hope this teaches anons to be more proactive in the future. We weren't so careful that Dooku wouldn't have sensed our connection to the force, so crippling 'Fissk' was the way to go.
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>>3817834
DO MORE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
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>>3819151
>>3816250
/tg/ why hath thou exiled us??
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>>3819226
Yeah in hindsight, we should have just went for him. Oh well.
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>>3819430
Anons lack spite.
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>>3817834
After 7 am? Pm? Which timezone?
OP pls pls don't be ded
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>>3820990
Like any good /TG/ QM, He ran for what he wanted and then faded leaving us a hole in our heart but joy in our minds.

Why I feel young and nearly like we're back home after all this.
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>>3819226
>implying we were going to end up killing him with the toss anyway
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>>3821059
Anon said cripple, not kill
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>>3821068
Same shit different day. Crippling is worthless since he'd just get a prosthetic. Or dunk himself in bacta.
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>>3817834
Dad, will you be back from getting cigarettes soon
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>>3821401
He's Dead Jim
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>>3821410
It really was an echo from the past.
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My apologies guys, turns out that my earlier braindeadness was actually me starting to get sick.
I fell asleep at like half six. Gonna grab some medicine and be right with you.
Also, could someone archive this? As said earlier I’m a bit of a boomer.
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You open your mouth to further protest, but stop. Lord Rexas told you of this, that your emotions would try to shackle and steer you if improperly controlled. You take a deep breath, and wrestle your anger back under control. "I suppose I should wait with the others then." You say as he furrows his brow. "And finish repairing my arm."

Dooku takes it in stride, and if you were only looking with your eyes he barely would have reacted at all. You can see the barest hints of his true feelings though. There's a brief spark of relief and confusion, then nothing once again. "Good that you've finally seen sense. Now come on."

Unfortunately for you, the gardens are not so easy to sneak through. There's four more of the pirates stood outside the entrance to the safe house with an energy drill, and they look very enthusiastic about getting in. They don't seem to have noticed you yet, but you still find time to be worried and evidently so does Master Dooku. You can feel a great spike of fear coming from the Jedi as you come up behind him and take a closer look at the pirates.

Three of them are similar to before, being various shades of humanoid in armour. The last one is different, and you stifle a gasp as you look. It's not every day one sees an actual Mandalorian after all. They're practically a wall on their own. Taller than the mansion doors and obscenely muscled, armed with a colossal gun that drips fuel from the end.

>Dooku's the Jedi master, and didn't he just tell you to stay out of stuff like this?
>Surprise, fuckers. (Use the force)
>The gardens are easy to get lost in, you could distract them, then double back around?
>Write in.
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>>3821901
Fuck year!
>The Emperor's Wrath
>Dooku
>Tarkin
>now a mando

What, big master jedi can't handle some pirates???
>Dooku's the Jedi master, and didn't he just tell you to stay out of stuff like this?
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>>3821901
>Dooku's the Jedi master, and didn't he just tell you to stay out of stuff like this?
Let's see how strong Dooku is.
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>>3821901
>Dooku's the Jedi master, and didn't he just tell you to stay out of stuff like this?
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>>3821901
>>Dooku's the Jedi master, and didn't he just tell you to stay out of stuff like this?

nice to see you back and archived, if you want any tags or a different discription next time just mention it and i/we will see to it
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>>3821956
>>3821934
>>3821913
>>3821909
>"Oh no sir, by all means fight the massive, flamethrower wielding mandalorian without my help. I'm injured, after all.
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You and your escort watch as the pirates start drilling, then you watch as Dooku steps forward, igniting the bright blue blade of his lightsaber. The pirates turn at the noise and freeze, staring at the Jedi before scrambling for their weaponry. The big one is not so easily intimidated though and raises his flamethrower toward Dooku, spraying a colossal gout of flame ath the Jedi. He jumps out of the way faster than even the impostor's force assisted charges, and thrusts his blade into one of the other pirates.

They fall to the ground with a shriek, and the other two turn to fire. They're just not fast enough though and one of them is bisected while the last one is burnt alive, the mandalorian having turned and fired his weapon indiscriminately.

Bright orange flame lights up the gardens and catches on more than a few of the bushes and trees, swiftly setting the place ablaze. Dooku's nearly caught in the fire, and he has to dash to the side while unbuttoning his cape in order to avoid catching fire.

He reaches out with the force as he turns, pulling at one of the wires on the gun and ripping it out of it's socket. The fire projector hisses and the mandalorian tries to drop it, but he's too slow and it explodes in a fireball that sends heat washing over your skin even behind cover. You duck behind cover, but quickly look back as you hear a gasp of pain.

It seems the armoured giant was tougher than either of you thought, and he comes sprinting out of the smoke with a vibroknife before sinking it into Dooku's arm. The master grits his teeth and brings his lightsaber around, but it's caught in a colossal gauntlet.

The two are face to face now, the wizened Jedi and the menacing helmet inches from each other, stuck in a stalemate between the pirate's strength and the power of the Force.

>Now's the time to step in. You've got a sword.
>Stay back, this particular pirate's dangerous, and Dooku needs to concentrate.
>Use the Force, quickly.
>Write in.
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>>3822039
Fight scenes are hard.
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>>3822039
>Stay back, this particular pirate's dangerous, and Dooku needs to concentrate.

Nah its fine, We're crippled. Have fun old man
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>>3822039
>Use the Force, quickly.
If Dooku dies then we'll have to deal with him ourselves, which is not a favourable scenario.
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>>3822039
>the mandalorian having turned and fired his weapon indiscriminately.
What a badass. I considered using their ranks as cover against him.

>Use the Force, quickly.
Trip him with a push/pull or unbalance at least to give Dooku the edge. Then demand his surrender, he can't possibly hope to win here.
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>>3822039
>>Use the Force, quickly.
if there are any of the other guys left, they might try to trip up dooku
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>>3822051
>>3822052
>>3822057
Roll some dice lads
50, 80 to not cause damage to yourself.
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3822064
watch my nat 1
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Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>3822064
easy
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>>3822064
>to not cause damage to yourself
Why would that be a concern?
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>>3822069
It's been a fairly consistent concern throughout the quest so far. Pretty much every DC has a second, higher DC to not fuck yourself up attached.

Like earlier when keeping your mental defences up literally blew a fuse in your eye.
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>>3822069
>>3822073
I'm pretty damn sure we're a meat puppet held together by strings of force energy.
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>>3822073
Do you think rng may affect character development? Will Kadwyn turn into a masochist by regularly straining and hurting himself?
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>>3822080
Not if we hate it.
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>>3822079
This is probably the best way of describing it. Or like Talion from the game that certainly isn't a lord of the rings game.

>>3822080
Not RNG, but if you constantly choose options that involve causing pain to yourself or taking obscene risks then Kadwyn will change accordingly.
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You reach out as the two older men struggle, wrapping chains of force around the mercenary's legs and pulling hard. His legs buckle out from under him, and he crashes to the floor with a curse on his lips. It's the last thing he ever says, as Dooku carves his head off with the freshly freed lightsaber.

Your arm burns white hot as you drag power away from dulling the pain and you lock up as the agony courses through your body, falling to one knee and grinding your teeth. Your consciousness stops as all the pain you've been holding back bursts through the metaphorical dam in your mind, and your existence shrinks to a single moment of pain so total and all encompassing that you honestly don't know whether or not you blacked out. Or if you'd even be able to tell the difference between consciousness and oblivion at this point.

A firm hand places itself on your shoulder and you can feel a cool light sinking into your damaged arm, soothing the pain. "Thank you." You hear, then the light reaches your brain, and you sink into comfortable darkness.

>Dream of things Long Past.
>Dream of what Might Be

This next post will be the last story update for this thread. I'll start a new thread at some point the day after tomorrow.
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>>3822111
>Dream of things Long Past.
It's easier to learn from the past than it is to predict the future.
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>>3822111
>>Dream of things Long Past.
Meta reasoning, future sight is too dificult to use, regardless if you have ways to influence it at all
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>>3822111
>Dream of things Long Past.
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>>3822111
>as Dooku carves his head off with the freshly freed lightsaber.
Brutal. Also I didn't expect us to be so strong as to topple Slab Bulkhead.

>>3822111
>>3822119
>>3822116
>Dream of things Long Past.
And besides we already know what happens in the future, lol
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>>3822126
>I didn't expect us to be so strong as to topple Slab Bulkhead.
Well, we did have to let the pain fuck us up in order to do so.
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Things long past then. let's go
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Sweating is the one thing that has always managed to vex you. Exertion is always satisfying of course, but it's less amusing when slightly soggy. As an example, Vermrin's death was more than overdue but you're unable to enjoy it because Korriban is a sweaty nightmare. At least the tomb is slightly cooler than outside.

"Hey, big guy! Door's open. Pretty good right?"

And there's the other reason for today's difficulties standing right there. Honestly, you could do without the slave. She talks too much.
///////////////////
He's stronger than anyone else you've ever fought. Faster and more skilled than any of the many duellists you've slain. It's incredible. For once in your life you're losing, and it's fun. The force swirls around you as you clash with him, your iron wall is met by the crashing waves of his own strength.

Funnily enough, you expected the final blow to come at a point you'd understand and see coming. Instead, you take the wrong step and fuck up the riposte.

Not quite what you expected, but looking back it fits with your observations. Not that you'll be doing much looking back without a neck.
////////////////////

Waking up after death was also not what you expected to happen. At least someone buried you in a nice place. The statues are a nice touch.

Not so nice are the robed imbeciles breaking into your tomb. They speak quietly among themselves as the taller one pushes the lid off your sarcophagus. You can't quite make out what they're saying, or what they look like. your sight is... clouded, and your mind is twisting. It turns and twists off the path set in front of it, and before you know it they're both walking off with your corpse and belongings carried between them. Imbeciles.

You laugh as you follow the thread which binds you to this world, and sigh at the cracked and inert Holocron left at the bottom of your grave. Pushing a tiny amount of power into it, you smile as she stands in front of you yet again, cheeky smile cast in miniature. Then the Holocron cracks again and smoke fizzles from it.

You're going to have to fix that sooner or later.

Gonna have to head off after this, still going to watch this here. So I'll watch and try to answer any questions or criticisms.
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>>3822202
Neat, sounds like this is from the prospective of Lord Rexas.
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>>3822202
I bet that holocron is full of porn.

Ok so if you are going are you archiving and starting a new one or will you let this one go for little longer?
Also will you archive or someone need to do it for you?
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>>3822232
already archived by a kind anon. I will be starting a new one, but not right away. Don't want to burn myself out. I'd advise to check back either the day after tomorrow or the day after.
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>>3822236
Thanks for the run, BigSheevy.
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>>3822236
thanks for the run sheevy and i am looking forward to you running again

is there a way to contact you outside of a thread, or do we just have to hit refresh and meditate on the force?
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>>3822346
Sorry anon, you're going to have to refresh and hope.
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>>3822415
Thanks for the run, I'm enjoying it so far, I kind of shipped Rexas with the Twi'lek waifu I assume that's who the hologram was inside the holocron.
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>>3823017
Her name is Vette.
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>>3823069
Yes I haven't played The old republic mmo in ages so I forgot but yes she is only waifu worthy of the sith warrior
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Next thread when?
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Is this quest dead?
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I dont know if he is coming back from buying cigarettes....
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>>3827540
>>3827756
he said yesterday or today he would resume in a new thread, but didn't leave any specifics or a way to contact him
all thats left is refresh and pray
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>>3792100
BigSheevy, we believe in you.
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Op is a faggot and also, probably, dead.



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