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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

STAR WARS
INTERREGNUM

EPISODE II
THE CALL OF JOMBARAL


It is a dark time. After four thousand years, the Sith have achieved their greatest victory through DARTH SIDIOUS, regent of the First Galactic Empire. Under his purview, the Jedi have been all but driven into extinction, and branded traitorous renegades by the wider galaxy.

Unbeknownst to him, survivors of the Jedi Order have fled into the UNKNOWN REGIONS. There, Master BRETHON LARID oversees the next generation of Jedi from the former slave-world of Mylar-3, until a more permanent and obscure sanctuary can be found.

His apprentice, FARREN GAELLE, has embarked on the final trial that would make him a Jedi Knight. Journeying to the war-torn jungles of Kakarit, he hopes to find Master UYER KOSA, her padawan AROTTA BASHUR, and bring them into the fold of the last Jedi...

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>>Farren Gaelle
>Brawn: 2
>Finesse: 3
>Intellect: 2
>Cunning: 2
>Resolve: 3
>Panache: 2

>>Skills:
>Astronavigation 1 (Intellect) – a measure of knowledge about the galaxy’s stellar composition, allowing for the correct plotting of routes and hyperspace jumps.
>Cool 1 (Panache) – a measure of a character’s ability to remain calm under danger. Rolled to resist Charm and Negotiation.
>Coordination 1 (Finesse) – a measure of a character’s nimbleness and flexibility.
>Deception 1 (Cunning) – judges the character’s ability to trick others into believing falsehoods.
>Lore 2 (Intellect) – how much the character knows of the ancient galaxy and its history.
>Mechanics 1 (Intellect) – skill and prowess in working on all things from weapons to droids and ships.
>Melee 2 (Brawn) – a character’s proficiency with melee weapons such as knives and swords.
>Perception 2 (Cunning) – a skill used to notice clues, perceive hidden dangers, and all manner of hidden objects or persons.
>Piloting [Space] 1 (Agility) – the ability to pilot starships and other stellar vessels.
>Sith 1 (Intellect) – a measure of a character’s knowledge regarding the Sith and Dark Side of the Force.
>Stealth 1 (Agility) – a measure of how easily a character can hide or appear inconspicuous.
>Vigilance (Resolve) – represents a character’s ability to take notice of events happening in their surroundings and peripheral vision.

>>Traits:
>Jedi Shadow [Add +2 to checks made for Deception, Perception, Stealth and Vigilance]
>Makashi Expert [Roll 3d6 when using Form II/Makashi]
>Indistinguishable [You are but a face in the crowd, and add 1d6 to Stealth rolls]

>>Lightsaber Rating: 3
>>Weapons: Two yellow-gold, single-blade lightsabers
>>Lightsaber Forms:
>Form II, Makashi [Finesse]
>Form VI, Niman [Finesse+Cunning]

>>Force Rating: 1 (1d10+Resolve+Affinity)
>>Force Affinity: Alter (+5)
>>Force Powers:
>Force Pull/Push 1 (Alter) – The iconic telekinesis of every Jedi, determines lifting limit and push power.
>Force Speed 1 (Alter) – The universe seems to slow around you, and you are react faster as a result of it.
>Force Weapon 1 (Alter) – You imbue a weapon with the Force, increasing its durability and damage. At second rank, weapons imbued become resistant to lightsabers. At fifth rank...?
>Sever Force 2 (Alter)– A rare and seldom-taught and used technique by the Jedi of the Old Republic that strips one’s connection with the Force. Leveling this increases duration and effectiveness. At fifth rank...?

>>Misc. Inventory:
>Holocron of the Betrayer - a Jedi Holocron containing the persona of Kreia, a Jedi from the time of Revan and the First Jedi Purge.

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“...you snore like a Rancor,” Arotta murmurs, reclined against your chest. The togruta blows a strand of your hair out of her face, clicking her tongue irritably. “And you drool like a Hutt. Cross-species contamination isn’t really a concern, but I’d rather not have any more of your fluids on me than necessary.”

The insults are certainly in her style, at the very least. But something is seriously...well, not wrong, per se. Just unusual. You have little memory of how you got into this position, as well as this overall scenario. Force knows it’s familiar enough. But as your mind starts to work, it doesn’t take you too long to come to the most obvious answer.

“This is a dream, isn’t it?” Exhaling, you untangle yourself from her arms and stumble out of the covers. There is no sign of your clothing or uniform, further indication that this is most definitely a dream. “...it’s too damn nice for it to be anything else.”

“...I think you’re right.” The dream-self of your rival takes one look at the bed and the pastoral, alien sunrise that the window offers. She doesn’t even last a second before snorting derisively. “Yeah, definitely one of yours. I wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping on something as fancy as a four-corner bed with a view as nice as this...with you to boot.”

“I didn’t know you had other liaisons aside from myself,” you counter, rubbing the sides of your temples.

She rolls her eyes. “I mean, you aren’t wrong, but it’s the thought that counts. The two of us are far too base for this level of...whatever. Code says we aren’t meant to be surrounded by luxury or comfort.”

There’s a great many things in the Code that both of you have played double-dutch with. For at least a good three years. And even though it's a dream, you can’t help but snark back, “Gee, Bashur...if you wanted the itchy bedroll or a pallet of crates with the backdrop of space, all you had to do was ask and I’d dream one up for you. I could’ve sworn that we were one angry spar away before the Clones went and installed permanent mood lighting fixture in Cargo Bay D-423.”

“You wish...” she dryly remarks, raising the blanket to peer down into what it hid. Apparently, she doesn’t like what she sees right between her legs; her eyebrows go just a little higher. “Ohhhh, yeah, that’s definitely gonna stain the mattress. Hope you have good room service in your head, pink-skin.”

The jab doesn’t particularly hurt. It’s a game the two of you play, a pretense of hostilities that you keep up for the sake of remaining detached, ensuring this strange relationship stays purely physical. Mostly because your egos aren’t nearly big enough for a single room, but especially since neither of you seem to know what to do if the hostilities were to simply...cease.

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> Thicc lekku
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When do we fill out our wardrobe of 57 different shades of the same drab robe?
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She yawns, stretching like a cat. And the way the sun rises, playing off of her blue skin and highlighting the little freckles that go all the way down her back...it’s as close to heaven as a man can get. At least, in the dream. The real deal is certainly not as-

“I know the montrals go a ways down, but those aren’t what you’re looking at, is it?” she cuts sternly, flicking the space between your brow. “Eyes up here. Or at least imagine me some clothes, you lech.”

You can’t believe that you’re getting into an argument with a figment of your own subconscious. “Lucid dreaming isn’t as easy as that. Besides, what do you expect to appear as given the...core of our relationship?”

Dream-Arotta scoffs. “Degenerate.”

“Exhibitionist.”

“Child groomer,” she snaps.

“You were in my same age group during Initiate training, and well above eighteen when we first-” your face suddenly pales, “...wait, you were, right? And you're not tall just because of your love for milk and calcium-”

Her snigger is all the answer you need. Growling, you snatch a nearby pillow with the Force and fling it at her. Master Yoda might have frowned at such a frivolous use of it, but he isn’t here right now, even as you continue to believe in his survival. “You’re a real incorrigible piece of work, you know that? Even in my dreams, I can’t escape this blueberry harpy.”

“Had you there, pink-skin,” she crows smugly, “You’re a Jedi Shadow, aren’t you? Always gotta be on your toes. Although I wouldn’t exactly expect you to remember my Life Day-”

“6th Day of Month 2,” you counter, much to her surprise. Arotta seems equal measures shocked, and just a tad bit flustered. And then you decide to pop that particular bubble before it could metastasize into any misunderstandings. “You were never as ill-humored or violent on that day.”

Her mouth curls into a severe pout, “I could be nice when I wanted to.”

“You had me fooled for the better part of twenty years...” The door isn’t so far away. And as far as you can tell, it’s the exit from this little subconscious tête-à-tête. “...still, nice as...this is, I can’t exactly stay for long...”

Arotta doesn’t mind. She shoos you out of bed, chirping, “Of course not. Besides, it’s rude to keep a lady waiting, Farren. Especially if you’re all shacked up with the cognitive version of your lover.”

“You’re not a lady,” you dryly answer. The latter part of her statement isn’t one you’re about to deny for the sake of your own integrity.

“You’re not exactly a gentleman yourself,” she says with a grin wide enough to hurt, “What’re you gonna tell the real me about that Mandolorian girl whose...thingy you tweaked. Actually, what is the human female equivalent of montrals or lekku, Farren?”

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The look you give her could have evaporated all the water on Kamino. She knows damn well what human women have in lieu of said appendages since she’s got one as well. Hell, any female that’s vaguely mammalian has...has THAT.

“See, now I know for sure that this is all happening in my head,” you muse, changing subjects so abruptly that you might have gotten whiplash, “And that you’re just a figment of my imagination. The real-Arotta would rather choke on sand than pick up any colloquialisms from me.”

“Sand?” her face scrunches up in disgust. “Not likely. It gets everywhere, in crevices and cracks where fine particulates shouldn’t be. Don’t hate it, but it’s a pain in the butt.”

You snort as you stand, making your way over to the door. “Careful you don't let Skywalker hear you saying that. He comes from a desert planet. He wouldn’t like it if you talked badly about his home world.”

“Probably,” Dream-Arotta shrugs, “Although I can’t say whether or not the real me would have liked him. I don’t think you’ve ever seen her and Skywalker talking. You should ask her if you find her on Kakarit.”

If...

“I’ll ask when going to rescue you,” you say, gripping the door to the exit. “Come hell or high water.”

Dream-Arotta sighs, regarding you with somewhat of an uncharacteristic, sad smile. “You said the same thing about Kristen.”

Even in your dreams, she knows which buttons to press. Still, your voice somehow remains level as you answer, “You of all people should know that I haven’t proven myself a liar yet. And Kristen is...just a work in progress...”

“Progress that could lead you to the Dark Side of the Force,” she warns.

“...I risked Knighthood to go rescue you. What’s a slippery slope between bringing back someone from near-death?”

There is an uncomfortable silence at that. But your mind’s already been made. You open the door, and step forward, out from the realm of dreams and into the waking world. But just before the light overtakes you, the lilting voice of your subconscious gets one final word in.

“I hope you’ll know what you want to say to her.”

...damned blueberry.

>19 BBY
>Two weeks after Order 66

>En route to Kakarit, Behrilia System [8 Day Journey, to and back]
>6 Days to Find Master Kosa and Padawan Bashur.

“Captain’s on deck!” Suzel calls as he swivels to greet you. He throws you a haphazard salute before returning to the controls. It’s mostly for show; hyperspace doesn’t require much beyond programming a computer, but you let the Nagai have the dignity of pretending to work. “Everything’s all clear, boss.”

You nod, passing him a steaming cup of caf. It certainly isn’t high and fine dining the likes of Dex’s café, but it’s more than passable for deep-space exploration. “Glad to see it. How’re you settling in?”

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The quest has come and so have I
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>>4041717
“Pretty well, all things considered...” he pauses to take an experimental sip, slowly nodding in approval before going for another swing. “Never thought I’d be at the helm of one of these, let alone repaying a debt to a Jedi.”

“It’s a strange universe we live in,” you reply, settling into the pilot’s chair. A moment passes by as the two of you enjoy your beverages. Then, you muse, “I didn’t know that the Jedi had a reputation in the Unknown Regions.”

“Word gets around...besides, it isn’t like you’re the only ones capable of lifting objects up with your minds, innit?”

Isn’t that a concerning thought? But you clear your throat, inquiring, “Where are the others?”

He gestures back towards the center of the spaceship, answering, “Vehicle bay. Elba’s showing ’82 and B-33 the finer points of speed bike mechanics.”

“How inspiring. And how soon are we away from Kakarit?”

“We made the final jump while you were asleep, boss. Matter of fact...” The Nagai pulls up a console, muttering under his breath as he crunches the numbers. “...we should be there within the half-hour.”

Four days have passed since you left Mylar-3 and began your journey into the Outer Rim. Assuming it would take you the same amount of time to return, barring any unfortunate incidents along the way...you have six galactic standard days. Six days for you to rescue your rival/lover and her Jedi Master.

“Very good,” you murmur, equal measures to your co-pilot as well as your own timing. “Keep an eye on that console and get ready to drop us out. How long will it take to get everybody up here?”

The answer is two minutes. Appallingly slow for any emergency, but you can hardly fault them. One by one, they all settle into their respective seats, strapping themselves in as Suzel has his hands on the lever. The Nagai is nervous, but excited in equal measures, eagerly waiting as the countdown runs out.

“Exiting hyperspace in three,” he shouts, “...two...one...now!”

And he flips the switch-

>>THE KAKARIT SYSTEM IS UNDER SEVERE QUARANTINE.
>>BY ORDER OF THE GALACTIC EMPIRE.
>> UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY IS PROHIBITED.
>>DO NOT LINGER, JUMP TO NEXT AVAILABLE SYSTEM WITH ALL HASTE.
>>SALVAGERS AND SCAVENGERS WILL BE PROSECUTED WITH THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW-

-and promptly crashes into a floating satellite. One second it’s there, and in the next...poof. Nothing but a mess of wires, broken silicon and twisted metal that peels off as you transition into realspace.

Somehow, even B-33 manages to convey a flat look as the four of you bore into the Nagai, who shrinks back defensively. “I didn’t mean for that to happen!”

You pointedly ignore him, turning towards the others. “.Status report?”

“Wrrrrrraaaahhhhhhhh,” answers Elba. Thank the Force. There’s only a scuff on the front that’ll buff out easily; purely cosmetic with no other indications of permanent damage. “Wraaawwwwwwwwhhhh.”

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“Statement,” HK intones from his special mount on a side console, “Do pay more attention next time, meatbag. Addendum: I would have to write home a strongly-worded letter to your parents.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you cut in, taking the helm. The wheel responds to your commands, and you slowly bring the ship to a halt, just at the far edge of the system’s gravitational pull. “Check the scanners. I want to know what’s in the system-”

“Uh...chief?” His chagrin and mortification is all but forgotten. The Nagai stares at his scanner with something akin to nervous fear. “You might want to come and take a look at this...”

All of you crowd around the imaging system as Suzel pulls up real-time mapping data of the Berhillia system. Kakarit orbits idly as the third planet of five, the sole among its siblings capable of supporting life. It certainly reads just as well as the intelligence report you had presented them with...

“Ancestors,” whispers Suzel as stares at the computer. “...it’s a graveyard.”

He isn’t wrong. The images that flash by aren’t about to get out of your head anytime soon.
A massive battle had taken place here. That much you can tell. The derelicts uniformly follow the same orbital path, between Kakarit and the fourth planet in the system. Their shattered hulls drift listlessly through space, intermingling with the ruins of their foes. It doesn’t matter what affiliation they were; Separatist or Republic, the battle that was fought here had been paid in the blood of thousands.

“How the hell did they take out two Venators?” you exhale, breathless and aghast as Suzel focuses on the Republic Star Destroyers. You spot the ruined bridge of one, its corresponding center piece...and a Venator that had been blown from the middle. “There couldn’t have been more than one capital ship and four cruisers, tops...”

B-33 analyzes the debris and images with startling speed. He reports, “This unit believes that it was a battle of attrition...of endurance. Three Venators were deployed, yet only two are here. The rest of the Separatist ships can be all accounted for.”

“...what a waste of life,” you shake your head as you pull the ship in from the edge of the system. Beyond whatever Suzel had crashed into...wait a moment. “...we were getting a burst of data from that satellite. What the hell was that?”

“Wwwwrrrrrraaaaaaaaahhh.” Elba forwards the data to everybody’s terminal. “Wrrraaah.”

“‘Quarantine?’” you ask, disbelieving. “I’ve never heard of such a thing happening...the hell's going down there?”

HK-82 hums. “Theoretical query; it could also refer to locking down the system. Perhaps they had used the wrong verbiage to deter any looters. The dead should best be left to rest, master. Addendum: the crime of looting a battlefield and stripping the soldiers of their belongings is considered to be a felony-”

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It’s easy enough for you to tune out his voice. The droid has a point. If the Clones were in a hurry to finish the battle and kriff off back to the Republic...would they have left a warning if they had not intended to return? Clones are easily replaced, as are the spaceships to a certain extent. And this far in the Outer Rim...lawless by any definition of the word.

...but you conclude that the Empire would have had a good reason to drop that warning. And quarantines usually implied some sort of pathological disease, an outbreak of an illness...what had happened on Kakarit?

Chewing your lip, you ask, “What about the satellite? What was it doing-?”

B-33 cuts in. “This unit reports that it is not transmitting to any location; it is simply a buoy spewing data to all directions for the general public.”

That certainly takes a weight off your chest, and releases a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

“How kind of them to warn us,” Suzel dryly muses as he tags ships of interest. “Looks like we’ve got a few ships that maintained structural integrity for a few of their compartments. I dunno what we’ll find in them, but it’s up to you, boss.”

>>Chose one:
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
>Stop and salvage what you can from the ships. (Spend 1 Day)

||VOTE OPEN FOR FIVE HOURS||
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
We stand to gain nothing from delving dangerous shipwrecks.
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>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
If we aren't running for our lives and have time to spare we can always grab stuff on the way out.
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>>4041774
>We stand to gain nothing from delving dangerous shipwrecks.
Except data and shit. Which happens to be probably the single most valuable thing we could possibly find. Information is king. A bunch of wrecked imperial ships and you think you can't juice a terminal to nab some intel?

Why the rush, Arotta is already dead anyway. Just start looting. Loot is eternal.
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
If we got time to spend on the way out then sure. But our goal is two Jedi.
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>We stand to gain nothing from delving dangerous shipwrecks.
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041717
>That update
Depressed KEK
>>4041760
>Ignore them

>Inb4 we freak out because arotta is actually happy to see us when we land
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>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
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>>4041769
>>Ignore the derelicts and proceed to Kakarit. (Maintain 6 Days)
But I'm curious as to what we'd get if we stopped to play squib
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>>4041769
>Vote open for five hours
>nearly seven hours later
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You shake your head. “We aren’t here to scavenge or salvage, much as I’d like to. There’s two Jedi on Kakarit that need our help.”

The rest of the crew neither brooks nor harbors any argument as you take the controls. The Albatross responds, gently gliding through the debris field with the grace and smoothness of its namesake. Its electronics suite is advanced enough to predict the paths of junk or other floating garbage, charting a safe course for you to pilot...

...at least, it avoids the junk that would cause serious damage. More than once, some wayward bit of scrap metal bumps into the hull. The others are spooked just by the abruptness of the noises, but you’re more worried about whether or not some of the droids are still active. The ruined forms of Separatist war machines, the likes of B1’s and B2 battle droids, occasionally float in front of the cockpit and set you on edge. All it would take was one buzz droid to turn this rescue mission on its head, if you aren’t careful.

The reverse offers you little comfort. The Phase-2 helmet of a clone trooper drifts into view, and just the way the light of Behrellia catches off the visor...it’s enough to make you shiver. That could have been the last sight for a great many Jedi before they were cut down by the Clones that they led into battle.

Suzel was wrong. This place wasn't a graveyard as much as a charnel house.

Clearing the debris field gives you little comfort. The Force surrounding the system is tainted, dyed a bloody red of death. It would take several decades or a master to purify the taint. As it is, the sensation is enough to make your skin crawl, no matter how much distance you put between the battlefield and the Albatross. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Wrruuhh.” Elba’s declaration is a welcome distraction, but it takes you a few moments to pull out of the reverie.

“What is it?” you grunt, squinting at his console...communications. “...you found another signal?”

The wookiee nods. “Wrrrrruuuhhh.”

Suzel’s confusion at his inability to understand is replaced by suspicion. “A signal? What kind, mate?”

“Wruhh.”

“Translation: distress,” supplements HK-82. “The wookiee has detected a distress signal coming from the surface of Kakarit.”

A distress signal...you try not to be too hopeful as you bus yourself over to Elba’s station. It could have anyone, even the Separatist leadership if any organics had accompanied the droids! But as you give the go-ahead for Elba to clear up the signal, you hold onto the hope that it just might be Arotta.

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It takes a few minutes for the wookiee to isolate the signal and clear out the rest of the white noise. But the wookiee knows his mechanics, and manages to produce a pure, clear signal amidst the interference. The five of you lean in, listening as he boosts the receiver by several degrees of sensitivity-

“...ships out there, this is Major Marcs of the 57th Elite Corps, Grand Army of the Republic! Our Jedi and clone commanders are M.I.A. and I have a full company of men in need of dire assistance and evacuation! We can’t hold out against the clankers for much longer! I repeat, to any ships out there...”

The entire crew shares a look of surprise. Clones, a full company of them! One hundred of Kamino’s finest warriors are still alive and kicking in the jungle...with a Separatist element significant enough to cause this Major Marcs to worry. Not quite the hot zone that you had dreaded given the intel, but still not one you’re looking forward to dealing with.

Suzel is the first one to respond, disgust coloring his own confusion. “You don’t mean to tell me that they just kriffed off and left their mates to die down there?”

“I’d bet a few hundred credits that it has to do with that quarantine,” you murmur. Pulling up another console confirms a lingering suspicion. It’s within a handful of clicks from where you first traced Arotta’s signal. “They must be the ground force that accompanied the Jedi.”

“...they sound pretty healthy and alive for dead men,” Suzel points out. “Although ancestors know how old this recording is...”

As if on cue, Elba presses a few buttons and adjusts several parameters on his console. “Wrrrruuuhhh.”

“Translation: one week.”

“Huh. Fancy that.”

B-33’s optics hum and whir as he processes this information. “They could be suffering from a slow-acting agent. Master, have the Separatists engaged in biological or chemical warfare during the duration of the Clone Wars?”

You rack your brain, trying to remember anything that might have popped up in Master Larid’s reports. “...I think there might have been a few instances, but those were few and far in between.”

But the message certainly was clear enough. Something on that planet warranted an extreme response, from putting the system in quarantine to marooning their own Clones.

“Extrapolation,” 82 intones, “These clones specified that they serve the Republic, not the Empire that left the beacon. Theoretic query: perhaps they were marooned for not betraying the Jedi?”

...loathe as you are to admit that, the droid has a point. Your own distaste of Clones comes from second-hand stories told by Torok and Aure. The former witnessed his master shot down by his own squadron, and the latter’s brokered a deal with the Tof to secure her and her apprentice. But Clones still loyal to the Republic?

Suzel clicks his tongue. “I dunno, boss. I got a bad feeling about this.”

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Clearing your throat, you reply, “I thought you were about to advocate rescuing them.”

“Even if I was...” He gesticulates towards the entirety of the Albatross. “I don’t think we’d be able to fit a whole company, let alone a platoon, even if we cleared out all the cargo.

“Besides,” he adds, “Dishonorable as it is to just leave your fellows to die and not just give them a swift, painless death...they had to have had a good reason. At least, I hope so. Because that’s another tally against this ‘Empire’ you warned the rest of the slaves about.”

“Wrrruuuhh.” There doesn’t need to be a translation to detect the disagreement in Elba’s undulation. After all, Wookiees are (in)famous for their honor and loyalty, especially for the people they fight alongside with. Leaving them there to die a slow, ignoble death of either starvation or illness would really nettle him.

“Statement: as your legal counsel, I strongly recommend getting in touch with the surviving Clones. If not for humanitarian purposes, then just to assess the situation.”

“Illogical and risky,” B-33 chirps. “Even if these clones are loyal to the Republic and not the Empire, it was still the Republic that gave the order for the Jedi to be eradicated.”

“They seemed awfully concerned that both their clone commander and Jedi leaders were missing,” remarks Suzel as he takes up the devil’s advocate.

“This unit is just merely stating what it knows from information assimilated from Master Gaelle and his fellow Jedi.”

As the rest of your crew begins to debate the merits, the ‘what-if’ scenarios and possibilities of what awaits you, you pull into your own thoughts. As leader, it’s your choice at the end of the day, and they’ll follow whether they like it or note. Granted, this is more personal given both the purge and the one you came to rescue, but the point remains that you’re flying into a dangerous unknown. As Master Larid would often say:

“No plan survives first contact with the enemy, and intelligence can be outdated in as quick as a minute.”

There’s an old saying passed along the Republic and the ranks of the Jedi that Clones are just numbers. They aren't people.

But the distress in Major Marcs’ voice seemed real enough.

>>What will you do?
>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

||Vote open for four hours||

Goin' to class, be back later tonight.
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
Man, I have a soft spot for Jangos.
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

Gotta start somewhere. Not like they'll know we're a jedi unless we tell them, anyway.
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

We dont really have a better starting point.
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>>4042149
>>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
Can't trust that they might not have betrayed the jedi.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
>Come up with an alias that doesn't give away our position as a Jedi. We need details on the situation before giving away that crucial of information.
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>>4042152
>Not like they'll know we're a jedi unless we tell them, anyway.
See the problem with this assumption is that we still have yet to be allowed a loadout selection for our mission. Which means that we'll always be forced to use our lightsabers UNLESS we all vote to actively use a blaster or a vibroblade. And that's probably the one negative thing in my eyes concerning this quest.
>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
We need a lead.
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
But don't say we're a fucking Jedi.
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>>4042167
Supporting.
Especially supporting the alias idea.
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Do we have a mask? We can opt to use the blaster.
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>>4042169
Suzel and Elbawaraak have a vibroblade and vibrosword, respectively, that you could borrow.
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>>4042174
Then I'll vote to borrow Elba's sword, mostly because if I remember right Suzel is built more towards melee combat than Elba, but Elba can pick up a blaster or punch the shit out of things.
I'd like to also try to get Elbawaraak a Blaster Rifle if we can get our hands on one.
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>>4042149
Supporting >>4042167
Even if they never got the order from Sheev, we don’t that nor do we know if anyone else could be listening.
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
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>>4042174
Aren't we still carrying the blaster pistol the mando chick gave to us?

>>4042178
They might have gotten the order and ignored it, as well. Unless we're using the bio-chip nonsense from disney canon.
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>>4042183
> bio-chip nonsense from disney canon.
Wasn't that in TCW?
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>>4042183
I think we gave that Blaster to B33.
Now that I think about it, we could instead borrow the blaster from him and let Elba keep his sword.

>They might have gotten the order and ignored it, as well. Unless we're using the bio-chip nonsense from disney canon.
That Chip-shit was one of the most retarded ideas I have ever seen, because not only does it add nothing of value it also takes away the impact of the clones betrayal via Order 66.
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>>4042174
I vote to use the Mando blaster.
>>4042183
Or the order was given but they never received it. Maybe something is fucked with the planet, we don’t really know why it’s quarantined.
>>4042190
I think he asked for it but we didn’t give to him.
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I think Rebels is what specified that the chip HAD to be removed or the clone couldn't resist it at all.
In the EU, a number of clones disobeyed it outright due to being already suspicious, having formed an affinity with the Jedi or thinking it was a false order.
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>>4042194
>>4042174
Same here. I change my vote to the Mando Blaster.
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>>4042202
Bit of an odd thing to respond to a clone distress beacon with.
just "Mando Blaster."
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>>4042183
>Bio-chip nonsense.
While I may be integrating a select few things from the Disney canon, control chips are /not/ one of them.

>>4042183
Yeah, you're still carrying the heavy blaster pistol Nomiana gave you. Not that you're trained to use it, but you could still roll Ranged (Light) and just pray you're lucky.

That said, even if you decide to pretend you aren't a Jedi, how're you gonna explain the refurbished SuperTactical droid?

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At any rate, stats for Elba and Suzel...

>>Elbawaraak (Wookiee Mercenary Soldier)
>Brawn: 4
>Finesse: 2
>Intellect: 2
>Cunning: 2
>Resolve: 3
>Panache: 2

>>Analysis: Elbawaraak is an archetypal member of his species, excelling in matters of both strength and willpower. However, to merely brush him off as a dull brute would be a grave mistake. Elbawaraak is currently sworn to Farren via life-debt, and will travel with him as demanded by Wookiee cultural norms.

>>Skills:
>Brawl 2 (Brawn)
>Gunnery 2 (Finesse)
>Mechanics 2 (Intellect)
>Melee 3 (Brawn)
>Perception 2 (Cunning)
>Ranged [Heavy] 2 (Finesse)
>Ranged [Light] 3 (Finesse)

>>Traits:
>Gearhead – this character has a talent for fixing machines, and adds 1d6 to Mechanics checks.
>Wookiee Rage – when half wounded, this character adds 1d6 to his damage rolls; when critically wounded, add 2d6 to damage rolls.

>>Weapons:
>Scatter Blaster.
>Vibrosword.
>Thermal Detonator (15).

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>>Suzel (Nagai Scout)
>Brawn: 2
>Finesse: 3
>Intellect: 1
>Cunning: 3
>Resolve: 2
>Panache: 2

>>Analysis: what this character lacks in formal education, he makes up for in being light on his feet and even quicker with his instincts. As a Nagai, Suzel holds honor in the highest regard, from repaying debts, refusing to kill weaker opponents and ritual suicide should honor be lost.

>>Skills:
>Athletics 2 (Brawn)
>Discipline 1 (Resolve)
>Melee 3 (Brawn)
>Ranged 1 [Light] (Finesse)
>Resilience 2 (Brawn)
>Stealth 2 (Finesse)
>Skullduggery 3 (Cunning)

>>Traits:
>Impalement Artist – this character can make a Melee check to throw knives/daggers as projectiles.
>Nagai Discipline – focused and intense, this Nagai adds 1d6 when making Discipline checks.

>>Weapons:
>Vibroblade.
>Throwing Knives (12).
>Blaster Pistol.
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>>4042205
>He doesn't know about Top Secret Republic Agent "Double-Oh Mando"
Women want him, men want him, sith want him. Even his enemies want him.

>>4042208
>That said, even if you decide to pretend you aren't a Jedi, how're you gonna explain the refurbished SuperTactical droid?
We tell the tale of finding it in a shitheap and payed someone too much money to put it back together because it looks cool. Because sometimes the blatantly stupid answer is sometimes the best one.
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>>4042208
>That said, even if you decide to pretend you aren't a Jedi, how're you gonna explain the refurbished SuperTactical droid?
Our cover could be a half truth, we’re a scavenger who went to a planet in the unknown region and bought it there.
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>>4042211
I want our alias to be really really dumb now.

I literally want to call ourselves "Mando Blaster."
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>>4042213
Don't use the words Unknown Region at all.
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>>4042216
Just say we beat the shit out of a longheaded asshole and stole a droid because it looked cool.
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>>4042216
How about Hutt Space?
>>4042208
Kaz where is Kakarit on the map of galaxy?
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>>4042149
>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
I thought we were going to take over the droids
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>>4042251
I'm not remiss to bolster our forces with traitor clones.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
Clone bros are worth the risk.
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>>4042253
Clones are surrounded by droid forces.
If a Jedi comes and says "Not to worry, my tactical droid can take over them, anyway, the Chancellor is the true threat", then Order 66 was right: the Jedi are traitors! >>4042258
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>>4042274
>the chancellor
Doesn't exist.
Neither does the republic.
Seperatists are defeated too.
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>>4042208
>>4042190
>>4042183
>chip
While kind of ridiculous, it is equally ridiculous to think all the Clones would be so willing to betray the Jedi like that. TCW humanized clones to the point it was incredibly hard to believe they'd flip so easily until the chip was introduced. Biotech is retarded to a point but that was nowhere near Vong-levels of ridiculous.

That's just my two cents, though
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>>4042284
While technically it makes sense. It's probably not gonna look that way towards the clones.
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>>4042292
There were a bunch of examples in the EU that weren't, however and if you get an army that has been bred and trained to follow orders getting an order saying the Jedi have turned traitor and attacked the chancellor, they'll follow it.
The chip was just retarded bullshit to push all the clones that did outright ignore the order out of canon as well as absolve them of any humanity or responsibility over Order 66.
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>>4042292
>TCW humanized clones to the point it was incredibly hard to believe they'd flip so easily until the chip was introduced.
Again, that was the whole point. Their loyalty to the Republic/Empire was stronger than their loyalty to the Jedi. And the Jedi at that point in the war, are so used to them following their lead that getting shot in the back by their own men was the last thing on their minds.
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>>4042302
Well, there's the choice to join up with the Empire. I can kind of see your complaint but it's pretty weaksauce when you consider how little the clones are relevant at all after the Republic's Fall. Don't know how many former clone troops were characters in the side-material back in the heyday but the clones matter little beyond their betrayal. Not like a lot of the betrayers would live long enough to see the Empire's fall to see just how pointless their betrayal was. The shitty treatment could be seen as enough though, I grant you that.
>>4042303
Eh, I guess I just don't put as much importance on that as you guys do. Just doesn't have an effect.
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>>4042312
Relevant clones popped up every so often in the EU. The Null-ARCs were major characters into the New Republic, the 501st was constantly stated to be all Jango and wanked as the best Stormtrooper squadron in the Empire, Able was a clone trooper that joined the Rebellion and was fairly important in the comics up until he died, the son of a clone commando also showed up in the new republic novels. It was mostly exceptional individuals, but clone troopers or the effects of were still pretty relevant after the fall of the republic.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.

We either get info from the clones or we fuck around in the jungle hoping to get lucky for the next week.
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>>4042149
>Maintain radio silence and make planetfall silently.
Not our problem. If the jedi can confirm their story, *then* we can aid them. In the mean while we should try to snag as many CIS droids as we reasonably can on the planet. Both good intel and numbers.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
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>>4042312
>but it's pretty weaksauce when you consider how little the clones are relevant at all after the Republic's Fall. Don't know how many former clone troops were characters in the side-material back in the heyday but the clones matter little beyond their betrayal
What Sin Loyalty is one of the best SW stories
So is Battlefront II
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>>4042421
>Battlefront 2
>that entry about Secura
Thanks for reminding me.
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>>4042436
I remember that Barris got straight up merk'd with a walker in one comic. That was fantastic.
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>>4042436
Not as sad as the ending to What Sin Loyalty
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>>4042149
>>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal.
Clone Bro time.

>mfw we didnt scav for droids we could have repaired
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>>4042612
>>mfw we didnt scav for droids we could have repaired
I'm sure there is at least one that is in decent enough condition to salvage planetside. Until it gets crushed under a rock thrown by worst waifu of course.
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>>4042612
>>4042661
If we finish our rescue op fast enough we may be able to go scavenge then.
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>>4042669
>If we finish our rescue op fast enough we may be able to go scavenge then.
Exactly my reasoning as well. If we can complete the mission fast enough, then we'll be able to spend some time doing some battlefield salvaging.
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>>4042208
>While I may be integrating a select few things from the Disney canon, control chips are /not/ one of them.
So the clones simply obeyed orders - as they were trained to do - and put down a Jedi rebellion.

If their Clone Commander was killed by the Jedi after he got the order, but before he had a chance to relay it - there is a chance that they don’t know that Order 66 is in effect.

Still, once they do they just become tools of the Imperial War Machine.
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>>4042761
If that's the situation, then they will be useful until communications are restored.
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>>4042761
>She's down there cut off with her clones fighting and refuses to believe they've betrayed us all
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>>4042891
She would've felt the deaths.
Besides, she went missing anyway, it seems.

God only knows what she's up to.
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>>4042898
Well, unless she got eaten by some random animal or plant.

She's not exactly going Rambo here.
if her transmitter hasn't moved...

Inb4 Blueberry got eaten by a Sarlacc
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>>4042898
>inb4 the dark taint in the air is blocking it all out
>inb4 she's actually just really fucking out of touch
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>>4042912
>Sarlacc
B-33, Take this vibrosword
Now is your time.
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>>4042912
>if her transmitter hasn't moved...
>inb4 she's living out her noble savage fantasies and is wandering around the planet buck ass naked
>inb4 one part of her fantasy involves us hunting her down and fucking her brains out
>inb4 Farren facepalms so hard it becomes a Echo in the Force at this all becoming true
My sides are currently in the upper atmosphere.
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>>4042968
Aren't Togruta like a predatory hunter race? There's probably some truth to this.
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>>4042981
Or she's in unimaginable pain and being digested by the galaxy's most autistic megafauna which takes a millenia to properly digest things.
You know, because suffering.
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>>4042968
At worst, she'll have justifiably fallen. That is if we find her alive.
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>>4042968
>Implying it’s not going to be her hunting us
>Implying that wasn’t her master plan the entire time
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>>4043201
>Implying it's not going to be a game of Cat and Mouse
>Implying it's not going to turn into a really fetishy version of the movie Predator and Farren is Arnold
You are now imagining Farren talk in Schwarzenegger's voice.
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>>4043101
>>4043201
>she becomes some kind of primal Inquisitor the moment she learns of our being here
Good thing we don't have that strong of a Force presence, huh guys?
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>>4043227
I mean, or things are plaued straight and we find her corpse; gunned down by repeated blaster fire. Honestly, probably the most realistic handling of things given that almost no Jedi actually escaped Order 66.
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>>4042149
>Respond to the Clones and their distress signal
But only if we're hiding the fact we're Jedi
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>>4043234
I wouldn't consider ~5% to be almost none.
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>>4042981
highly collectivist predators with scary ass smile thanks to their mouthful of sharp canine teeth and echolocation through their horns. They are also strictly carnivorous and not omnivores. They are fond of taking trophies from their prey/victims. Basically the scary cousins of the twi'leks.

Comparing them to Predators isn't entirely wrong. They share quite a bit in common.
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>>4043234
>Being this salty
It’s not a trick the Jedi would teach you
>>4043225
Kek
> “GET TO THE BANTHA, GO ON, GET OUT OF HERE”

> “Elba, you’re bleeding”
> “ERRREREGH”
> “What does that mean Farren?”
> “hmm, ‘I Ain’t Got Time To Bleed’”
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>>4043258
>sharp canine teeth
Sharp teeth would be enough. Since canines refer to the specific placement and function in the mouth rather than the shape.
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>>4043259
>Elba carrying around a Blaster Minigun with a Battery Pack and wearing a boonie hat
Why yes I do want this in my life how did you know?
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>>4043272
>wanting the wookie to die
Next you'll tell me Suzel is a son of a bitch.
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>>4043278
Nope, but he's gonna be the first to let us know that there's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man.
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Okay, I'm watered and fed. I've got a short paper to finish, but I think I can entertain for an hour or two because I need to get the itch out of my system.

Writing...

My international roommate comes from Wuhan, and he is extremely worried about his family since they're trapped within the quarantine zone. I need something to take my mind of his panicked calls to China.
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>>4043295
Yeah, that stuff’s crazy
>>4043272
Would that mean that Suzel is bill duke?
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Lurker here, there are a fair few things we didn't get to thus far that should be addressed:
1. Spoken to Torok about what happened to his master.
2. Checked to see if Master Sure recovered her lightsaber.
3. Talked to both to help them through the popsicling of our mutual friend.
4. Tried to contact or track any of the other Salamanders.
5. Checked the holiness for the overall state of the galaxy; ongoing battles against the CIS, Jedi on wanted lists meaning they may still be alive, Antarian Rangers, PSF/PDF (is it security or defense?) that have declared themselves against the New Order, who is in charge of the New Order (no IC knowledge), rogue GAR divisions whether clone or otherwise, etc.
6. Checked/compiled a database of Jedi signals at the time of the purge (Order 66 isn't a term known to us) to be crossreferenced with those on wanted lists.
7. Had someone try to track down the Revenant to steal their ride. (probably for the best)
8. Checked to see if the half-broken double-saber is still in the Galleria. (also probably for the best)
9. Asked Kemmian (spelling?) or our alien bros If a Mandalorian was captured/killed among the offworlders by the slaves.
10. Interacted with our medikool Droid to see if it has humor approximation protocols. ("Ehh, what's up Doc?")
11. Found a speed dorf to complete our whacky space outlaw crew: we have a big & brawny alien, eccentric laser-wizard, rogue with an accent, gleefully murderous robit, blue alien babe (WIP), and conflicted/mad darksider (WIP).
12. Gotten survival gear such as synthflesh and bacta patches, nor wardrobe changes to disguise ourselves.

Also, my vote is for:
>Transmit a general hailing frequency identifying yourselves as scavengers/miners, inquiring as to what's up with the quarantine warning and stating that you have medical training to offer.

By doing so, multiple avenues are opened up, as any of the three possible surviving groups could contact us, especially if desperate and with casualties. What's more, if we drop our name or simply callsign "Salamander Clan" without volunteering our status as Jedi, no one will no any better besides the blue wizard chicks, who will then know to seek us out.
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*HOLONET daggum it.
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*SPESS DORF
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>>4043318
>10. Interacted with our medikool Droid to see if it has humor approximation protocols. ("Ehh, what's up Doc?")
That reminds me, we have to teach B-33 psychological warfare protocols which include using puns and wordplay to distract/enrage his foes. Or make them cringe and more easily shot.
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>>4043259
I don't want that to happen. I like blue waifus. I'm mostly saying a very large amount of Jedi died, and she's nothing special. When Jedi Master's like Mundi are getting gunned down, it's hard to see a random Padawan making it - mind you some did though, so I could be wrong.
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>>4043341
Mundi was too exhausted from his eighth orgy that day. Leave him alone.
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>>4043348
Mundi was too naive and couldn't accept that he was getting betrayed. Just like Dooku.
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>>4042612
“Elba, B-33.” The two snap to attention as they hear their names. “Get inside the turret guns and spool up the lasercannons. We’re gonna give the clones a hand, and if we find ourselves in the middle of a firefight, I want to be shooting back at the Separatists.”

Both of them nod, sprinting down the central corridor of the Albatross to reach the turrets. HK-82 hums, satisfied with himself as the sole occupants of the cockpit strap in for entry.

“...I hope you know what you’re doing, boss.” Suzel’s hands on the wheel aren’t quite pale, but he grips them with more force than necessary. “I ain’t no coward, but you reckon that it’s safe to just go and help out the sods who blasted your order to smithereens?”

Grunting as you flip switches and establish proper landing protocol, you answer, “We don’t have a choice. I’d rather not spend six days looking blindly through the jungle.”

Within minutes, Kakarit looms before you, a lush and verdant planet almost dominated by green. It’s perhaps only slightly smaller than the likes of Coruscant, but in lieu of the ecumenopolis, lush jungles and ancient forests dominate the entirety of the planet. The only spots devoid of greenery are few and far between, clocking at waterways and land-locked seas, to two small polar ice caps on its north and southern axis.

Paradise planet, this may seem at first, but one look at the report about the wildlife would quickly dissuade any sensible tourist or yuppie. Quite the shame that the Clones or Separatists didn’t get the memo.

But you’re not one to ponder or waste time. As the Albatross makes its approach vector, you pick up the transceiver, adjusting the headset carefully against your ear. A brief burst of static nearly jolts you out of your seat, but you remain as cool as ice as you establish communications.

“Hello? Is anybody down there? This is the independent Republic spaceship Albatross, and you’re speaking with Albatross-One,” you announce dryly as you bring the ship into gyro-synchronous orbit with Kakarit. “I repeat, is anybody down there? We picked up your distress beacon-”

The reply comes before you can even finish, laced with a relieved, desperate energy in its speaker’s voice: “This is Acting-Commander Marcs of the 57th Elite Corps, Grand Army of the Republic! We read you loud and clear, Albatross-One!”

For all his excitement, it isn’t enough to mask out the sounds of a battlefield on the other end of the line. Somebody’s spooled up a minigun, and you could hear the distinct sound of at least one AT-TE walker. And if you aren’t mistaken, several dozen noises of B1 and B2 battledroids...was that a Droideka?

(cont.)
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>>4043357
>the clone bros didn't get the memo
Sad.
I mean, will they remain loyal to the Empire when we tell them the Empire had quarantined the system and fully intended to let them all die here?
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>>4043363
Well considering that the whole chip thing ain't canon in this quest? Who knows.
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>>4043366
If the chip isn’t canon, we might be able to convince a Clone battalion to come with us
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>>4043366
What we know
>The Empire has left them all to die here
>Sith always work in pairs
>The Chancellor/new Emperor (who is obviously a Sith Lord) was thus in cahoots with Dooku, meaning the entire war was faked to destroy the Republic and weaken the galaxy as a whole.
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>>4043371
Palpatine? A sith lord? Pshaw good sir he's just an old man.
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>>4043382
I can't remember where I saw it, but apparently the red robes he wears when he declares himself Emperor are literally emblazoned with Sith Iconography.
Some sort of flex on the Jedi I guess.
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>>4043386
So he bought his robes from an antiques shop. You can't blame him for not knowing.
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>>4043393
This is more like if Winston Churchill LARPed as Hitler when making a victory speech.

You'd really wonder what the fuck was going on.
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>>4043397
The sith had been gone for years my friend. There's no way he could have known. He is an innocent old man.
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>>4043400
That's absolutely bullshit when you look at all the evidence.
1) The Jedi tried to assassinate him for REASONS
2) He wiped out the entire Jedi Order for what very well could've been a lone wolf incident led by a rogue Jedi Master
3) "No more republic :)"
4) Literally ordered the deaths of children
5) The droid army just miraculously deactivated after he seized control of his new empire
6) For some reason, during the battle of Coruscant, he wasn't immediately hyperdrived out or killed almost as if the Separatists were trying to fucking ensure he got rescued.

There's a lot of evidence against this old fucker.
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>>4043405
Evidence? Where? We didn't see it happen. That's hoohah. He's a good guy, don't you see?
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>>4043405
Dude, it’s shitposting
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>>4043430
It's SITHposting, actually.
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>>4043436
SHITHposting you mean
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“Glad to see that somebody’s alive down there, Marcs,” you reply, adjusting course for atmospheric entry. Micro-thrusters along the sides of the ship position the patrol craft for descent into the jungle proper. “We feared the worst when we discovered the beacon.”

“And we couldn’t believe it when somebody picked up the bloody transponder,” he finishes. “I’d really like to meet and shake your hand, but the introductions are gonna have to wait, Albatross. We could use your help right about now. I’ve got a droid armored battalion closing on our camp, and all of our air support is either grounded or scrap metal. How powerful are the weapons on your ship?”

You run the math, and conclude that the turrets are more than a match for the shields of a Droideka. “Devastating for any pirates stupid enough to challenge us.”

“Good. I’m having my engineer upload TRP data to your signal. You should be getting it in a few moments...”

True to form, the communications console begins to chirp and beep as it receives the Clones’ signal. From his special jury-rigged mount atop the counter, HK-82 interfaces directly with the Albatross, and process the data as it comes. For a pacifist, he certainly works fast to label everything clearly, splaying a map of the immediate region on one of your many consoles.

“Stay out of the red zone if you don’t want to be shot down!” Marcs voice comes as you finally break through the upper atmosphere and make it within the planet proper. “The Seppies got a battlesphere that’s shooting anything and everything that gets within ten klicks of its location. Clankers have artillery shelling us just across the river, marked by the yellow! If you could take them-”

“Say no more.”

The engines whine as the Albatross breaks out of the cloud coverage. The Clones’ signal lead to a dense jungle that straddled the planet’s equator, and the sight from space doesn’t nearly do the planet justice. All green, all arboreal as far as the eye can see, with not a steel jungle or city in sight. The only thing that mars the idyllic view is are the explosions ten klicks north-north-west.
Bingo.

“Divert all non-essential power to the ventral shields!” You shout as the Albatross makes a beeline towards the Separatists’ entrenchment. TRP reveals three artillery embankments from where the clankers lob shell after shell across the river and into the defensive positions of the clones. “Target enemy positions with maximum firepower. Let’s hit them hard and get out of here before they catch on!”

“Wrraahh!” / “Understood.”

>>Roll 2d6 + 8 Piloting [Space] (+3 Stat, +1 Rank, +4 Engine Bonus)
>Best out of three.

>The Clones are mostly /Infantry/, with at least one /Armor/ unit of three AT-TEs.
>The Separatists have fielded mostly /Mechanized Infantry/, combining droids with Armored Assault Tanks, as well as /Artillery/.
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Rolled 1, 2 + 8 = 11 (2d6 + 8)

>>4043450
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Rolled 3, 6 + 8 = 17 (2d6 + 8)

>>4043450
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Rolled 4, 6 + 8 = 18 (2d6 + 8)

>>4043450
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>>4043453
Lol
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>>4043453
DELET THISSSSSSS

LOL
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>>4043443
>Shith
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>>4043468
I think Anon Faggotsson is a Shith lord.
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>>4043453
Bo3 but still. You should feel bad
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>>4043363
Course they will. The clones were bred to be loyal beyond reason - they have no doubts.

If the Republic stranded them here, it must have been part of the ‘grand strategic plan’
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>>4043459
The Force nudges your hands, as if responding to some subconscious desire for a safe path through the Separatist position. But you gently decline. The ship might be able to handle the kinds of maneuvers only a Force-sensitive could pull off, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of the crew. Barring perhaps the droids.

You have only a minimal amount of training as a spaceship pilot. But with that said, a bombing/strafing run isn’t the most complicated of maneuvers to pull off. All the more if you’re just the pilot, and not the turret gunners that are responsible for hitting the targets...but at the very least, you could blame your acrobatics on what piddling anti-aircraft the artillery encampments have.

Which is to say none at all. Apparently, with their enemy’s air grounded, they didn’t bother dragging out the main bulk of flak weaponry and S.A.M. missiles. What a terrible shame for them...

The droid’s assets are J-1 semi-autonomous proton cannons, courtesy of the factories of the Techno Union. While they had the capacity for anti-air defense, they had been aimed down range and across the river from where the Clones had established their perimeter. Every handful of seconds, three cannons blast three shells across the river and into the bulwark of the Clones’ defenses.

The first one doesn’t even notice your approach. All it takes note of is your shadow and its commanding droid to look up before it’s completely blown to smithereens. The droids on the battlefield momentarily pause, and you could almost hear their gears whirring and struggling to process this new and very unexpected variable. And then several tanks and even one of the proton cannons struggle to place a bead on the Albatross.

Even with a few close calls, it takes only a handful strafing runs for Elba and B-33 to completely their targets. The worst damage the ship walks...flies away with are minor damage, scorch marks that’ll buff out completely, and shields holding at 70%.

“Nicely done!” Marcs shouts, before his attention turns to his men. “Alright, lads, you saw what our friends above have done! Press the advantage against the clankers, and don’t let this momentary respite slip away. For the Republic!”

“RAAAHH!” the answer of nearly one hundred men is enough to nearly make you go deaf. And you can nearly feel the physical sensation of dozens of men making a furious counter charge...but you can certainly feel the intense and euphoric rush that comes with the thrill of battle.

Suddenly, the scanners in the cockpit begin to trill. Suzel takes one look before cursing. “The Separatists are scrambling aircraft! Counting one, three...four Vulture-class droid fighters, emerging from the perimeter of the battlesphere!”

>>Choose one:
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.
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>>4043512
>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.
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>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.
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>>4043512
>Stay in the air
I really do hope we can get our Wook a rotary blaster
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>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.
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>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

We ain't no Torok. Better to skedaddle before we get paddled.
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>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.
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>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
Our ship isn't made for dogfighting.
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>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
Time to skedaddle.
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>>4043512
>Fall back
We're not here to win the clones' war for them. We're here to find Arotta. Let's get on that.
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>>4043512
>>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
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Which option would let us capture the battlestation? Could we find Arotta if we use it's sensors?
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>>4043544
yes, let us storm the seperatist battlestation with our… one fighter, piloted by a guy who has the equivalent of a correspondance course in spaceship piloting.
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>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
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>>4043551
But if we delay, the CIS will be able to factor us into it's plans, but if we strike now we may be able to do the max amount of damage possible with our pitiful ship.
Another thing to consider is that if the clones get control of it they'll be able to use the comms and sensors... So in lieu of that...

>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
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>>4043561
the clones won't be able to capture it either unless for some reasons its engines don't work anymore. literally all it would have to do is lift off and they're fucked, they have no ships.
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>>4043565
If the station had functional engines, they would've bombed the clones from above.
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>>4043561

Yeah, uh...I don't think even plot armor would protect you if you took the Albatross against this. Even though the Core Ship isn't operating at 100% capacity after four months of constant war and no supply lines, you'd have better chances on the ground to storm it. That being said, I think I mixed up Battlespheres with Core Ships, so I apologize for any confusion.

What the survivors of the 57th are facing is the remnant of a crashed Core Ship and its accompanying army. Hopefully that should clear things up.

At any rate, it looks like that the retreat vote won.

Writing...
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>>4043405
I know this is a late response, but let's take a look at your "evidence" from an Imperial/Civilian perspective.
>1) The Jedi tried to assassinate him for REASONS
Yes, to seize power.

>2) He wiped out the entire Jedi Order for what very well could've been a lone wolf incident led by a rogue Jedi Master
Master Windu was the Master of the Order, de jure leader of the Council, who brought with him four of the other twelve council Masters. Sounds like it was planned to me.

>3) "No more republic :)"
The Republic was bloated and dying. Besides, if the Republic continued, another secessionist crisis would inevitably start. Also the Jedi were seizing control of the military!

>4) Literally ordered the deaths of children
No, Palpatine sent in the clones to save the loyal Jedi, who were being massacred by the traitors.

>5) The droid army just miraculously deactivated after he seized control of his new empire
Because the War Hero Darth Vader killed the Separatist Leadership and shut it down.

>6) For some reason, during the battle of Coruscant, he wasn't immediately hyperdrived out or killed almost as if the Separatists were trying to fucking ensure he got rescued.
This one you don't even need propaganda to figure out. Palpatine alive is a bargaining chip, Palpatine dead means that a new Chancellor is elected and the War continues. As for hyperspacing him out, you saw the morass of ships that the Battle of Coruscant was, there was no way that the Invisible Hand could get a clear shot to hyperspace.
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>>4043512
>>Stay in the air and keep fighting. There’s more work to be done.
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>>4043512
>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.
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>>4043512
>>Fall back to the safety of the Clones’ HQ. You’ve done your part.

We aint here to sacrifice our ship fighting droids.
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>>4043596
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>>4043663
y'all, please read the follow up post the QM made here >>4043572 , the vote's been closed for like an hour now.
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The Albatross isn’t made for dogfighting. The Clone Wars were filled with stories of what Separatist droid fighters could accomplish, performing feats that would have even left Jedi unconscious from the sheer force of their maneuvers. And while the Vulture droid is no Tri-Fighter, you’d not chance the patrol craft against four fighters without significant backup at your side.

“Marcs, we’re pulling back!” you shout into your headset, bringing the ship completely around. Blaster fire begins to pepper the space behind you as the Albatross races towards the Clone’s F.O.B. with as much as you can pull from the sublight engines. “Our ship can’t out-maneuver those kinds of fighters!”

“Copy that,” he replies, “The boys are already getting the anti-aircraft guns spooled up and ready to cover your arrival. You’ve more than earned authorization to land, Albatrosses!”

>You have gained influence with Clones.

True to his word, the instant you enter the Clones’ exclusion zone, a battery of laser fire opens up towards the rear of your ship, a hail of blue light that streaks high above the treetops. It takes a severe amount of control to not otherwise panic, keeping the ship on a steady course to a pre-determined landing zone. They aren’t targeting you...they’re targeting the Vulture droids...

...they don’t know that you’re a Jedi.

“...boss?” Suzel asks.

In...and out...in...and out...

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “Just a bit of vertigo.”

He frowns, but takes you at your word, returning to his console. “...incoming data packet, boss. The sods have a landing pad they prepped for our arrival.”

As far as F.O.B.s go, the one the 57th set up upon Kakarit certainly isn’t the worst. They at least settled upon the highest elevation they could find, covered as it was with several square kilometers of dense foliage. There had at least been enough room to drop pre-fabricated structures essential to the support and vitality of an occupying army. And what room they lacked, they simply expanded upon, felling trees as tall as skyscrapers to establish a perimeter.

With a majority of their forces committed to the front lines along the river, there couldn’t have been more than two dozen soldiers running about the place as you make planetfall. But they at least have enough men to set an armed guard sprinting towards the Albatross once its engines power down. S.O.P. for all unexpected guests, hostile or otherwise, yet they remain in parade formation, and deign not to aim their weapons towards the landing ramp.

The Nagai chuckles nervously. “...that’s a good start, innit?”

(cont.)
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>>4043686
>Inb4 we unlock Fallen Order’s psychometry Force Power
>we pick up the Mando Blaster while meditating
>This song starts playing
>https://youtu.be/ubZrAmRxy_M
>Farren gets what amounts to a force based slide show of Mandalorian Highlights
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>>Later
Until you know the full extent about their dispositions towards Jedi, you can’t afford to take chances. One of your golden lightsabers is carefully tucked away in your berth, placed gently alongside Kreia’s holocron. You would be remiss to go without at least one, and you hide that carefully within your boot. Elba doesn’t hesitate when you ask to borrow his vibroblade, and you like to believe that he gave it to you out of his own volition.

“...I haven’t wielded one of these in ages,” you admit, taking a few test swings with it just by the bay doors.

Suzel replies, “It’s all in the muscles, boss. Few more swings, and you’ll be as right as rain. Although...” His eyes trail down to the blaster at your hip. “...don’t think I heard my mum telling me that you were proficient with that.”

At least your encounter with Nomiana is paying off. “Gift from a friend. I figure that if I wave threateningly enough and fire blindly into the woods, I’m bound to hit something.”

They have no argument with that. But until further notice, you err on the side of caution and leave B-33 and HK-82 in the ship. The Hunter-Killer droid would certainly raise a fair share of eyebrows, but a Super Tactical Droid would have guns drawn on the entire group. Hopefully, you’ll have the chance to weave and elaborate story after you step down the ramp of the ship...

The first thing of Kakarit that hits you is the smell. It’s intermingled heavily with the odor of mechanical by-product and fuel cells, but the rich, earthy scent that permeates the air is enough to nearly bowl you over. This is a planet untouched, untainted by the grindstone of industry, a wild garden with no master to prune or oversee its growth.

But beyond that, you reach out with the Force...

...this planet is teeming with life.

“Awwwwaaarraaaaaaaaak!”

Your eyes go wide as you track the source of the noise. It is as if somebody had taken a rabbit, giving it the wings and webbed feet of a duck, and the larynx of a songbird. An entire flock of them nestles in the a nearby tree, staring at you with curious, wide eyes as their gazes dart from your group, to the ship, then back to you.

Master Larid would have been pleased. One minute on a planet rich in the Living Force, and you’ve already discovered a new species.

Neither of your party seem to have this same experience...barring Elba, who looks at the animals as one would a snack.

The armed guard maintain their postures, acting as still as statues as you make your way across the landing pad. And at its end stands a Clone, unique with how he retains white in spite of his subordinates’ camouflaged armor. Judging from this unusual mark of independence and the posture at which he carries himself...

“We don’t know what they’re called either,” Acting-Commander Marcs says with a grin as you shake hands, “But I think I know who you are. Albatross-One?”

(cont.)
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>>4043708
>Porgs
Quest dropped
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>>4043708
Oh fuck you guys were right. We SHOULD burn this planet to the ground.
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>>4043712
>burning living wood.
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>>4043710
>>4043712
>tfw my friend made that video edit of the porg getting rekt by the lightsaber
>it's got almost 2mil views now

holy shit people really don't like these things huh
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>>4043715
I mean yes that is what happens when you set a forest on fire.
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>>4043716
They look exactly like every other Nu Wars Alien, big eyed, slightly frowny and a little wrinkly
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>>4043718
The leaves and twigs are what mostly catches fire, if you try to burn the trees directly you'll never get anywhere.
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>>4043722
You just need to get a bigger fire.
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>>4043723
Bro just use Napalm
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You nod, smiling in spite of yourself. “Ren, actually. And you can only be Acting-Commander Marcs. You really didn’t have to come all the way from the front to greet us...”

“I actually could. That stunt of yours bought drove the clankers back, and gave some time to shore up our front defense. It’s only a moratorium with their artillery out, but we’ll make the best out of it.

“So...” he gestures towards a prefab residence, some sort of command center. “Follow me. I know it’s rude and all after what you’ve done for us, but I need to ask you some questions. Debriefing, sit-rep...what’s been going on in the galaxy.”

Elba and Suzel tense, but you keep calm. “...of course. I’ve got some questions of my own that need answering.”

“Oh, really?” the clone raises an inquisitorial eyebrow. “What kind of questions?”

“Where are the rest of you guys?” It’s a question that doesn’t even require any falsehoods or pretense. You’re generally baffled and confused as to why they were left marooned on the planet, though you aren’t about to phrase it like that. “Aren’t you guys supposed to have a Jedi General...or a fleet up in the planet?”

Marcs face contorts into a discomforting frown. “...ah, that’s fair. Well...come along then, Captain Ren. I figure that we’ve got a long discussion ahead of us...” He gestures to his men, and they relax their postures. “You and your men can keep your weapons. If the clankers come again...”

They’ll need your help. Specifically, your ship. But they’re at least upfront and honest about it. “...lead the way.”

>>You follow Acting-Commander Marcs into the command post, and are given refreshments and food.

“Alright...” Marcs says after a few minutes of eating, “...why don’t you get your questions out of the way first? Figure it’s the least I can do for saving our hides.”

>>What do you ask of Acting-Commander Marcs?
>Write-in.

||VOTE OPEN FOR FIVE HOURS||

Feel free to ask what you like, although keep in mind that Marcs may not answer certain questions. Ask the wrong ones, and he might even get suspicious.

Time to work on that paper. And don't worry about the Porgs. They have their uses.
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>>4043730
>Porgs have their uses
Doubt

>What’s going on here? The Empire says it’s been quarantined?
>Don’t you guys usually have Jedi? Where’d they go?
>’acting’ Commander? Where’s your CO?
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>>4043737
>The empire
anon...
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>>4043737
>empire
Retract that statement right now

>>4043730
You are aware that the republic has been overthrown by a sith lord right?
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>>4043751
>You are aware that the republic has been overthrown by a sith lord right?
The Republic wasn't overthrown, it was reformed.

Being a Sith isn't illegal either.
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>>4043730
>What does the CiS presence on this planet and in this system look like?
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>>4043730
>How badly is the supply situation?
>Why aren't there any Jedi here helping you?
>WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WAIFU YOU CLONE FU-
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>>4043755
>Being a Sith isn't illegal either.
That sounds like something a sith lord would say.
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>>4043784
It's was a republic, they have freedom of religion, unless you're jedi scum.
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>>4043786
>>4043784
Pssh...hail Sidious.
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>>4043786
>>4043792
All force users are scum. You know who aren't scum? Droids and mandalorians.
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>>4043730
>Don’t you guys usually have Jedi? Where’d they go?
>What does the CiS presence on this planet and in this system look like?
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>>4043730
>You transmitted a map of the Seperatists' holdouts. Are those the only forces you're aware of?
>You're the acting commander. I don't mean to offend, but what happened to your CO?
>Also, don't you guys normally act in tandem with some Jedi? Are they around?
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could B-33 take controll of the droids? they should recognize him as a super-tactical, so they should follow his commands
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>>4043814
isn't there an overriding signal coming from the core ship? I'm looking forward to subverting it once we retrieve Arotta, but till then I don't see how the droids will follow this specific supertac who's had all it's protocols except high-speed learning removed.
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>>4043814
B33 got wiped clean of all his previous knowledge and protocols in exchange for improving learning protocols as well as upgraded body. In other words, if we want him to access CIS systems we have to find another tactical droid and scavenge its data banks to upload to B33 thereby granting him back those old privileges. Which was a huge bummer as that was most of the reason why anons wanted him in the first places. They wanted that data and access.
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>>4043832
well it is a core ship, so it has a droid controll system, and unless it was very heavily damaged, then the controll system should be intact
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>>4043832
>Which was a huge bummer as that was most of the reason why anons wanted him in the first places. They wanted that data and access.
I wonder why QM didn't just give players ability to go around amassing an army of droids!

I like him as a weapon systems master and strategist anyway.
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>>4041748
>>THE KAKARIT SYSTEM IS UNDER SEVERE QUARANTINE.
>>BY ORDER OF THE GALACTIC EMPIRE.
>>4043739
>>4043751
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>>4043848
I hope you're just pretending to be retarded.
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>>4043848
I kinda doubt that the satellite was sending its signal towards the planet, or that the grounded clones had a way to receive its message, given they're all still shouting 'for the Republic'.
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>>4043730
>Don’t you guys usually have Jedi? Where’d they go?
>What does the CiS presence on this planet and in this system look like?
>Inform him of the state outside of the planet. How the Jedi were turned on by the Republic. Paint it in as negative a light as you can without needing to admit to being a Jedi. For the time being, you're just a Republic officer.

So no bio-chips means we have a chance at actually convincing these guys we're on their side and Order 66 was mishandled. Before telling then we're a Jedi, we need to basically convince them the corruption within the senate has basically taken over - don't even think about mentioning Sith, it's not a conclusive argument. If they do end up siding with the Jedi, we can reveal ourself with the explanation that we no longer know who to trust, and had to be sure.
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>>4043850
So we shouldn’t update these guys on the current events going on off-planet, ya know, the guys who owe allegiance to a government that no longer exists and therefore any orders they receive from their former command structure are void, those guys?
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>>4043854
And when they eventually get a signal out and receive feedback on the state of affairs? Would you rather we get to spin the story, or the Empire.
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>>4043852
>>4043856

I'm all for trying to win them over, but do you think that's the best start? What's the general sentiment clones have towards their government in the first place? The Jedi council DID try to perform a military coup, so order 66 was actually completely justified, if we try to get these clones on our side and succeed, only for them to get the real story from the empire in the future, that's some bad sleeper agents right there...
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>>4043810

support
>>4043730


can we sense the two jedi ? or should we do some meditation and concentrate, for find them in a planet so rich of life ?
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>>4043859
A three manned Jedi strike team tried to overthrow the Councilor. That in no way proves that the Jedi as a whole sanctioned the attack, much less so when you consider that children were also included in the mass slaughter. Which is part of the reason I actually support the biochip. Because there were legions of clones gunning down Padawans and young children, some of whom they'd even come to know personally through the war. Someone like Cody betraying Obi-Wan simply makes no sense in light of that.
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>>4043800
Woah there, Karen Traviss. How did you get in this thread?
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>>4043730

>Write-in

"Do you have a few pieces of equipment, weapons and armor to spare ? Kinda running low, it would be a great help."
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>>4043870
Absolute obedience>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Some """""friendship""""" with your general. Chips are just an absolution mechanism that makes the clones seem more human than the droids, which as a whole is incorrect. You also forget that it was a 4 man strike team, and it was headed by someone high up in the council. Idk about you, but when a higher-up in an organization, with a status equalling, or almost equalling the Leader of said organization makes a move, it's treated as the entire organization going along with said move. The council approved said strike team by allowing 4 Jedi who would do such a thing on the council in the first place. There really is no way to spin it that's truthful that puts the jJedi in a good light, especially to what are essentially human robots that don't have their memories erased.
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>>4043870
Keep in mind that clones had accelerated aging and more importantly actual brainwashing/conditioning. That's like saying a child soldier won't shoot someone when their warlord tells them to shoot them just because they were hanging out in the same village for a while. It'll happen far more often than not. Good on the clones for being ten years old and force-fed the chain of command, eh?
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Trying to win the clones over is a bad idea that
could very well blow up in our face we should just save arotta and leave
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>>4043896
I think it's an idea that has merit, but the only avenue I can imagine working atm is getting them to really like us/to play off their liking of Arotta and her Master. It's not impossible to accomplish, and could net some allies, and if we're going to try and do something with that core ship we'll need a squad to help us, so overall winning them over isn't a bad idea, I'm just stumped on how to actively do it that wont shoot us in the back too hard.
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>>4043898
>I think it's an idea that has merit, but the only avenue I can imagine working atm is getting them to really like us/to play off their liking of Arotta and her Master.
My thoughts too.
> I'm just stumped on how to actively do it that wont shoot us in the back too hard.
Win them over by not trying to win them over. Just do our fucking task while assisting clones against CIS remnant.
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>>4043835
If we can loot its databanks we can potentially restore B-33 to its full potential. Well except for the loss of memory anyway. I'm sure we could find a tactical droid from the ship graveyard if we had the time. Thereby acquiring the necessary upgrades and data/protocol restoration as well.

>>4043836
The original idea behind getting that droid was to be an adviser and teacher. While using its memories and protocols to dig up hidden CIS assets we could repurpose. While I don't blame the QM for making the change. It cruel to throw away its original specified purpose even before anons original intentions. If they wanted pure combat potential they would have stuck with the assassin droid. The Super Tactical was first and foremost chosen for its utility.
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>>4043967
>The original idea behind getting that droid was to be an adviser and teacher. While using its memories and protocols to dig up hidden CIS assets we could repurpose. While I don't blame the QM for making the change. It cruel to throw away its original specified purpose even before anons original intentions. If they wanted pure combat potential they would have stuck with the assassin droid. The Super Tactical was first and foremost chosen for its utility.
Note that getting the droid with absolutely no effort doesn't imply receiving his complete (or even primary) skillset/knowledge.
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>>4043730
>"What happened? When we got here this planet seemed more like a graveyard than an active battlefield."
A good starter as any.
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>>4044013
>It was opened for five hours
WELL FUCK. SERVES ME FOR GETTING UP LATE!
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>>4044015
Next time don't sleep. Hope you learned from this
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>>4044079
>Next time don't sleep. Hope you learned from this
But anon, by sleeping and letting others fuck up that means we'll have more bloodshed and gore when the clones turn on us!
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>>4044081
It's always killing time somewhere.
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>>4043730
> what happened to your jedi and your commander
>how long have you been cut off
> what's the quarantine for
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>>4043755
Sith stuff was actually made illegal after the Rusann Reformations in 1000 BBY. Language, artifacts, and all that junk heavily censored by the Republic and Jedi due to the damage it caused.
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>>4044433
Impeach Sheev.
Execute Order 65.
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>>4044433
Sheev didn't have any of that, to Mace's knowledge. He was simply practicing his religion.
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>>4044459
Those sith robes that he wore to the senate though.
IMPEACH.
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>>4044465
>implying the public at large has any clue what those symbols are
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>>4044465
Merely a fashion statement.
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Speaking of robes, isn’t Farren still wearing his?
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>>4044526
They don't look too much like jedi robes, so it's ok.
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>>4044495
To be fair, with as scarce as the Sith were in those 1,000 years it would be like remembering one of those old laws from a century ago that made spitting on the street past 9pm illegal.
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>>4044715
In California it is illegal to shoot at game out of a moving vehicle unless it is a whale
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>>4044715
>The reason our master is so paranoid about Sith/Dark Jedi was because he found a copy of all those old laws
> Anti-Sith Statute 1:1 “No Sithing Any Time of Day”
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>>4043806
>>4043810
>>4043852

>>Where’s your C.O.?
Marcs grimaces, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Commander Skipp was injured in the opening days of the campaign. He was leading a scout squad through the jungle and got into a firefight with an enemy patrol. One of the clankers had a rocket launcher, and the explosion went off by his head.”

“I’m...sorry to hear that,” you venture. The name is unfamiliar. Sure, you never wondered much about Arotta’s command whenever you were together, but you would have remembered someone as important as that. “...he must’ve been a good man.”

The acting-commander shakes his head. “He survived, actually, in spite of having shrapnel the size of a grapefruit embedded in the right side of his skull. They rushed him back to base camp and started treatment immediately.”

“All that effort for a clone?” voices Suzel. “I don’t mean any offense, mate, but trying to save somebody with that grave an injury...”

Marcs frowns, having clearly taken some offense, but he doesn’t make an issue out of it. “I understand. From a purely pragmatic view, it isn’t exactly viable when most believe us to be expendable. But Commander Skipp is a bit of a hero for the 57th. We couldn’t just leave him to die.”

His voice takes on a neigh-reverent tone as the ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “He’s a first-batch trooper, and was there on ‘nosis when the Clones first deployed with Master Yoda. His performance in Kamino got the attention and training of Jango Fett himself, and he made ARC-Trooper a few months after the start of the war. Cloners know how many missions he’s been on.”

No wonder they were so desperate to try and save him. Someone like that would have been an invaluable asset to the Republic war machine. But something doesn’t add up.

You ease yourself into the role of investigator. “...you said in the distress signal that he’d been M.I.A., not a casualty of war...”

“...as of a week ago, he’s been missing,” the clone reluctantly answers, “He was on a hospital bed, fresh out of a bacta tank and comatose from extensive cranial reconstruction. The guard on duty went to go change his shift, but when the next one returned...nothing. Not even a chemical trail for us to follow...”

The air in the command center suddenly goes cold. Elba shivers, snorting, “Wrrrrraaaaah?”

“Yeah, I know. Vanished like a ghost...but it’s impossible. The medics pumped so much drugs into him that there’s no way that he could’ve gotten out on his own or without external forces. Company morale plummeted like a stone, and we spent a good three days searching in the jungle for him.

That certainly is odd. Stranger is how Marcs don’t even mention the Jedi. But that’s a question for later down the line, and you have another thread to tease from his story. “What do you mean by ‘external forces?’”

(cont.)
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>>4045453
>Explosion near head
>Grapefruit sized shrapnel
>Now he's wandered off somewhere
Well this will be fucking interesting.
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>>4045474
Punished "Venom" Skipp
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>>4045488
a clone denied his orders
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Oh shit
His head wound knocked the 66 chip offline and he fled to save his Jedi bros
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>>4045495
The chip's not a thing in this quest, anon.
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>>4045488
>Hey look at this goofy clone aiming with his blind eye, he'll never hit a thing!
>famous last words of an entire squad of hutt slavers
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>>4045453
>inb4 Force Sensitive clone
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>>4045506
Has such a thing ever occured?
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>>4045511
maybe?
there's glitch
and there's X1 and X2
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The acting-commander takes a glance out the window, snorting mirthlessly. “It’ll be twilight soon, Ren. It’ll be easier to explain when the sun’s down...”

That isn’t worrying at all.

>What’s the CIS presence on the planet look like?

“We got a downed core-ship across the river, courtesy of our friends in the sky,” he says bitterly. You can’t quite tell if his cynicism is directed to the Clones that abandoned him or the threat he and his men have to contend against. “It’s not gonna be flying anytime soon without some serious repairs, but enough of the clankers survived the crash to be more than a nuisance.”

That’s at least three thousand droids at a minimum, ignoring the Separatist leadership and the myriad collection of non-combatants used to run the ship. For the one hundred to have survived wave after wave without a concrete supply line is certainly a testament to their resilience and training.

“How many are you up against?” You bring out a holoprojector, and present the TRP data that he had sent the Albatross. “I heard those things can house legions of battle droids.”

“Five thousand during the opening of the campaign,” he specifies, allowing for a small smile as your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. “Not counting other reinforcements brought down by the other ships, we littered the jungle with at least three thousand of them over the course of a few months.”

“One hundred against two thousand is hardly an honorable match.”

He grins. “One thousand five hundred clankers, Ren. We made good use of the advantage you gave us.”

Neither of your companions speak, but you could feel the smug oozing from their pores. You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to snark something. “So what’s left on the table?”

“AATs, too many B1 and B2 droids...we lost a dozen good men to a unit of Droidekas before we trapped them in a sinkhole. And that’s just what’s on the ground. You did a good job with the artillery, but you saw firsthand of how those Vulture-droids are a menace in low-atmosphere, especially with how high and thick the foliage can get.”

“Wrrrraaahhhhh?” Elba querries, “Wrrrrrraaaahhh.”

Marcs sighs. “And that’s the problem. Our scouts spotted at least one organic in charge of the enemy remnant, but we weren’t able to confirm it or approach for peace talks. Wherever the slime is hiding, he seems to be hell-bent on eradicating us, even if he won’t be getting of Kakarit for several months at least. Your arrival couldn’t be more welcome, but I fear that things aren’t going to get any better before they get worse.

“Any help you could spare would be greatly appreciated,” he says with blunt honesty. "And once we get off this planet, I'll personally see that your efforts are reimbursed and rewarded thrice over by the Republic."

(cont.)
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>“He was on a hospital bed, fresh out of a bacta tank and comatose from extensive cranial reconstruction. The guard on duty went to go change his shift, but when the next one returned...nothing. Not even a chemical trail for us to follow...”
>Our scouts spotted at least one organic in charge of the enemy remnant, but we weren’t able to confirm it or approach for peace talks. Wherever the slime is hiding, he seems to be hell-bent on eradicating us
Oh fuck. From the potential that we got a Not-Big Boss wandering around the planet to Arotta going native, it's as if we on some bastard loveset of Apocalypse Now meets Metal Gear Solid.
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>>4045525
...he certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he?

>>Location of the Jedi General and her apprentice?

He frowns, seemingly confused at your question. “...Jedi General? What would Jedi be doing with us?”

THAT raises a huge red flag, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by both your companions and the nearby guards. Even as they stare at one another with a clear and visible confusion, you maintain a façade of calmness as your own mind races a hundred miles per minute.

“J-Jedi...that...” the clone presses his fingers to his temple, as if warding off a particularly bad headache. “...I...Jedi General...? It...it sounds so familiar...”

You’ve only known the man...er, clone, for a few minutes, but he’s telling the truth as far as you can tell. His brow creases in a severe frown, and you can practically see the steam coming out from his ears. Acting-Commander Marcs seems to have no knowledge or recollection of any Jedi beyond Master Yoda...and he was nearly a galaxy away on Kashyyyk.

With nothing short of the utmost discretion, you reach out with the Force...only to find nothing of significant note. There is no remnant of any Jedi Mind Trick, performed by either Arotta or her Master. But what you do sense is a storm of emotions within the Clone’s head...confusion, anger, disbelief, hopelessness...

He suddenly jerks back into his seat, and the abruptness nearly causes Elba and Suzel to draw their weapons. “...ah, I remember! I’m sorry, Ren, it’s just...it’s just been a long few days... between the non-stop fighting and the mess we were left with...it feels like we’ve been on a whole campaign without them.”

“...there’s nothing to be excused for,” you slowly venture, gesturing for your companions to stand down and keep calm. Something...something was seriously wrong there, but you’re not nearly about to open it if you aren’t prepared. “We could finish early, and you could retire for the evening-”

“There’s no need for that,” he reassures you as he settles back into his seat. “I remember. Jedi Master...oh, I could never pronounce her name correctly. U-Uyer Kosa, and her padawan...Bashur. Yeah, those were the two of them...and we could really use them now more than ever.”

“...also missing?” you ask quietly.

“...I...yes, they’re...they’re missing,” Marcs stumbles over his words, straining as if trying to speak through a particularly strong headache. “Just few days before C-Commander Skipp disappeared...I remember them saying something about...something in the jungle they had to investigate...clankers or...I don’t exactly remember what, but...we never saw them again...”

Suzel and Elba cast worried looks in your direction. They prioritize the missing Jedi as a primary concern, but the little outburst of Acting-Commander Marcs isn’t something they had expected...or what they’re comfortable with. Similarly, you can’t help but wonder what the hell's going on.

(cont.)
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>>4045574
What the fuck is going on.
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>>4045583
Clones got mental jungle AIDS
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>>4045574
This planet’s fucking weird
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>>4045583
Possibly insight as to why the planet was quarantined.
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>>4045600
Maybe the pair forgot what they were doing as well. Maybe so will we.
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>>4045574
>Long term Memory lost
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>>4045606
>"Execute Order 66"
>"Sorry I forgot what that was."
>*laugh track*
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>>4045611
You joke, but i wouldn't put it past being plausible.
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>>4045600
Yeah who would have thought that anything with brain function higher than your average bird would attract super mega brain parasites or some shit right? Damn bad place to have a mind of your own.
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Welcome, brain parasites.
We are Farren's inner conciousness.
Enjoy your stay.
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>>4045600
Oh fuck.

We need to get the fuck out or find Blue buttcheeks quick.
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>>4045623
No brain parasites, its those birds.
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>>4045574
HOLY SHIT ITS THE FUCKING PORGS
SWEET JESUS KILL THEM
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>Arotta has memory loss
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE
DO NOT
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I really doubt it's memory loss, since they were able to recall the clone commander guy thing that happened presumably a while ago.
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You are far from a Jedi Healer, and have only the most basic and rudimentary understanding of human (and togruta) biology. But what you do know...memory loss and migraines are indicative of severe traumatic disorder. And given what you suspect happened to them...clones were bred to be the best of the bunch, superior to droids in terms of instinct and intuition.

But Jango Fett was only a human, complete with all the pitfalls that came with being human even with his decorated history as a Mandolorian.

Still, when you look at it from a whole, the components don’t paint a pretty picture. From missing commanders to missing Jedi...and quarantine on a jungle planet with one hundred clones marooned, left to die fighting a neigh unstoppable army of droids...

...saving Arotta looks like it’s going to be more difficult than you initially expected. And some wry, dry and otherwise off-color part of your mind snarks that you can at least write home to Master Larid about Kakarit being almost as much of a challenge as Dandora.

But you could at least see a plausible reason for the Empire to quarantine the planet...or at least, a symptom of it.

>>Condition of the supply lines?

It’s as if you had flipped a switch. Whatever mental ailment plagues Marcs seems to disappear, and the Clone returns back into his upright posture. Clearing his throat, he pulls up a datapad and slides it across the table.

“We’ve got two power generators,” he says, his voice just as strong as it once had been. Suzel practically cracks his neck at the abrupt change, while you feel the whiplash on a more mental level. “Both are providing the ammunition for our rifles and AT-TE power cells. But the heaver munitions, the likes of rockets, thermal detonators and explosives are slowly dwindling.”

Certainly food for thought. Keimann made sure that the Albatross was stocked to the brim with enough weapons to start a small war and raise hell across a system. But you aren’t nearly ready to start passing them around for the same reason that you double-checked the lock on the Albatross. Especially with what appears to be an ailment that causes severe long-term memory loss.

Tentatively, you answer, “We’ll...see what we can do.”

Marcs nods in appreciation. “I’m in your debt, Ren. And I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon.”

“How about food? Medical supplies and spare parts?”

“The ships came down with enough medical wares to outfit an entire battalion,” he explains dryly, “With only one hundred of us left, we’ve got plenty to spare. And what we can’t recreate, we salvage from the debris of clanker tanks and vehicles, making do with what we have.”

He gives you a wan smile, tired and haggard, but genuine. “...if there’s one good thing to come out of this mess, it’s that we don’t have to dig into our supplies for a long time. The planet’s a tropical bread-basket, Ren. Here, take a look.”

(cont.)
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>>4045648
>Arotta either regressed into a Feral state or thinks she’s on another training mission she took with Farren
>Either way, there’s a lightsaber etching of Farren’s face carved into multiple trees
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>>4045657
>Planet’s a bread basket
>Here Ren, take a look
Yeah, let’s not eat the food, at least for a bit
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>>4045657
>“...if there’s one good thing to come out of this mess, it’s that we don’t have to dig into our supplies for a long time. The planet’s a tropical bread-basket, Ren. Here, take a look.”

DON'T EAT THE FUCKING FOOD FARREN! I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE STARVING, DON'T EAT THE FUCKING FOOD.
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>>4045657
Ah yes, Jango Fett. Best merc in the galaxy. Got his head cleaved off with a lightsaber a bit harder than most.
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>>4045657
C'mon guys it can't be that bad. Let's eat the tasty fruit. Forget all about our problems.
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>>4045669
Better than being eaten by a sand asshole three times
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>>4045672
The Fetts are all a bunch of bitches.
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On command, one of the guards brings a crate to the table, and begins unpacking its contents before the four of you. Even before the first sight of them, your mouth starts to water once the recycled air brings its scent towards you. It’s the most delicious thing that you’ve ever smelled. Suzel sits up straighter in his chair, and...is Elba panting?

>They don't mean to share it with the others?

Marcs chuckles at your reaction as his adjacent doles out plates with freshly peeled samples of what you assume to be fruit. They are small things; at least four could fit in your entire hand. But they more than compensate with the armoa that they give off.

>Could such a heavenly thing exist in a hellish place?

“I can remember everybody having the same reaction,” the acting-commander says as he pops one of them into his mouth. “And we all wondered if this is how good Senators back on Coruscant eat. Kakarit is definitely a shithole, but at least we can eat like royalty.”

>It smells so good, and it can only taste better.

In the back of your mind, Marcs continues to speak, as if through a filter. “We call ‘em Eeche. Dunno how it came about, but the term stuck. And we soon had to ration them, one for ‘eeche’ clone...”

>Eat it, before they can take it back.

The second you hold it in your hand, the tender flesh seems to soften even further in your hands. The juices pool within your palm, filling your nostrils and wetting your appetite.

>One bite would provide temporary relief against your troubles.

Any and all thoughts of Tof liquor and any other prior delicacies flee your mind as you bring the Eeche to your lips...

>Surely...just one won't hurt?

>>Roll 2d6+3 Resolve.
>Best out of three.
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Rolled 6, 6 + 3 = 15 (2d6 + 3)

>>4045674
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Rolled 4, 6 + 3 = 13 (2d6 + 3)

>>4045674
rolling

>>4045675
Wew
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>>4045675
LMAO
FUCK OFF PLANTS
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Rolled 6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 1 + 3 = 22 (6d6 + 3)

>>4045674
Here goes
>>4045675
Hot damn, Farren knows how to fight temptation
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>>4045675
TOP FUCKING KEK.
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>>4045680
FUCK
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Rolled 6, 3 + 3 = 12 (2d6 + 3)

>>4045674
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I DON'T WANT YOUR DEATHSTICKS, JUNGLE WORLD.
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Rolled 4, 6 + 3 = 13 (2d6 + 3)

>>4045674
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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time to become the Jedi of the trees
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It's a real good thing we didn't bring Torok with us.
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>>4045453
>One of the clankers had a rocket launcher, and the explosion went off by his head
I guess he forgot to watch out for those wrist rockets.

>life form that causes memory loss and can even tempt the Jedi
>this far out in the Outer Rim
>in a war zone
>a bio-weapon that can affect the Jedi, being tested on both sides of the war
Uhhhhhhhhh... is this a Vong bioweapon?
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>>4045677
>>4045683
>...what are you doing?

Your vision and perception snaps violently back into reality. All of a sudden, the Eeche fruit in your hands doesn’t look nearly as appetizing. It smells too sweet, cloying enough to nearly make you gag and too soft to hold a coherent form within your palm. The fruit slides from your hands, coming to an unpleasant and abrupt stop on your plate with a wet SPLAT.

Suddenly, it hits you like a punch to the gut. That...loss of control, all prior thoughts being purged or forgotten to make way for the Eeche...no thoughts, no memories-

In an instant, you stand up, shouting, “Stop! Elba, Suzel, stop! The quarantine-”

The Nagai doesn’t even have the opportunity to bring the fruit to his lips. He jerks violently, dropping the fruit out of panic from the sheer urgency in your voice, drawing his knife and looking around for the enemy. As for Elba...

...your face pales as you realize that the wookiee had eaten half of the fruit. But it’s a half that he quickly regurgitates, spitting it out with confused roar and a violent shake of his head.

“It’s the fruit!” you cry in alarm, pushing yourself away from the table. Your hands go to a lightsaber that isn’t there, instead finding purchase on Nomaiana’s heavy pistol. “The fruit is the cause of the quarantine!”

Suzel’s eyes go wide in alarm. “Oh, bugger me-”

But he doesn’t get the chance to finish his expletive. Marcs stands up from his side of the table, downing another Eeche fruit. He regards you with a look of scandalized confusion. “...quarantine? Is that...” He shakes his head, as if he were a livestock swatting away an irritant bug, “...that’s why we were abandoned?”

Oh, kriff. Whelp, if that particular cat’s out of the bag...

“The fruit is the cause of all of this!” you insist. “Don’t you see? Major Marcs, you have to stop eating it-”

There’s something wrong with his gaze. His eyes aren’t quite the right color. And in spite of his calm demeanor, the veins beneath his skin seem to bulge and throb prominently against his skin.

“...can’t do that, Ren...” he says with a shaky breath, “Standard procedure dictates...scavenge and forage...make supplies last as long...as they can.”

“If you keep eating that fruit, then there won’t be anything left for you to go to!” You gesticulate wildly to all of his men. “Maybe it’s the fruit, or maybe it’s something in the water, but you can’t deny that you’ve contracted something dangerous-”

Suddenly, the acting-commander seizes violently, collapsing to the ground as if pole-axed by an invisible foe. He seizes and writhes, frothing at the mouth from some unseen tormentor.

“Marcs!” His troops stand still, seemingly unmoving as the crew of the Albatross rushes towards their fallen leader. “Marcs, hang on-”

“Awwwwrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!”

(cont.)
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>>4045750
>telepathic bioweapon
Yeah, it's them.
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>>4045715
>>4045750
>>4045754
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>>4045750
oh shit
the fruit turns people into porgs
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Outside one of the few windows in the command center, a group of the mysterious creatures are perched on the windowsill. What you once thought were eyes of curiosity and wonder are cold and soulless, hollow and empty. Eerily silent and disturbingly still, they join your captive audience as you watch the transformation of Acting-Commander Marcs.

The Force within the clone...it’s nothing you’ve ever felt before, even with the Revenant and the Storyteller inside her head. It’s not symbiotic as much as it’s like a virus, a mutagen invader that clashes violently with the clone. It acts quickly, leaving you no time to even concentrate in an attempt to hone your power. It’s all you can do to pull the others back, back as far away as you can from the acting-commander.

The three of you watch, horrified as Marcs’ skin begins to ossify. Pink and soft flesh ruptures and breaks, giving way to dull, brown layers of what looks like bark. It’s disturbingly organic, and fast as it acts, enveloping the clone within an exoskeleton of mutating, twisting fibers. With a hand that’s more branch than not, he manages to stand, giving you one last look at his face.

“...can't scavenge...a GoOd..." he strains as he somehow grips his pistol and aims towards you. His eyes are glassy, unfocused and empty, weeping just before they’re completely sealed by the wooden helmet. “...sOlDiEr...fOlLoWs...OrDeRs...rEn...”

And as one, the flock outside screech a triumphant, discordant noise, signaling for all hell to break loose as the Clones open fire.

>>Draw your lightsaber?
>Yes.
>No.
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>>4045781
>And as one, the flock outside screech a triumphant, discordant noise, signaling for all hell to break loose as the Clones open fire.
Opening fire at us or at treeboy?
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>>4045781
>>Yes.
These clones have been abandoned so they haven't got the order. Seeing a jedi save their skins should convince any survivors that we aren't bad guys.
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>>4045788
This is a important distinction
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>>4045781
>YES

KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT! KILL THEM ALL, INCLUDING THE PORGS!

...just to be sure.
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>>4045781
>Yes.
Go for non-lethal strikes though.
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>>4045781
>Yes,
Even under the fruit's influence, they didn't seem hostile towards Jedi, just confused about them. And they definitely haven't gotten Order 66.

Fuck, Kaz. We went in expecting Space Vietnam, and now the clones aren't *in* the trees, they *are* the trees.
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>>4045781
>>Yes.
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>>4045781
>Yes.

>>4045795
>lightsaber
>non-lethal

pick one
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>>4045802
>What is every dismemberment in star wars.
Buf being realistic if we deflect the blaster shots well they may do the job for us.
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>>4045797
HANS!
GET THE FLAMENWERFER!
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>>4045788
>>4045790
Oh, my bad. Marc's two escorts are indeed opening fire on you, in spite, or perhaps because of, his transformation. Maybe there's a few clones that aren't as far gone as Marcs and his retinue. But you'll need a lot of luck finding them among...ninety nine odd souls.
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>getting baited this easily to blow cover
We really ARE a terrible Sentinel, huh.

>>4045781
>No.
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>>4045781
>No.
WEW!
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>>4045812
What are we even trying to keep our cover for anymore, they've clearly lost it and having our saber ready only gives us an advantage.
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>>4045810
Oh, well that changes everything.
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>>4045781
>>4045810
>>Yes.
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>>4045781
>Yes.
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Yes, yes! Purge this planet in holy fire! The droids are once again superior, unable to be treeified. The droid's fleshy commander though, is absolutely fucked.
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>>4045781
>Yes.
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>>4045875
Amen Brother! Praise the Emperor and pass the Promethium!
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>>4045781
>>No
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>>4045781
>YES
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>>4045781
>Yes
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>>4045781
Jesus fuck, I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t evil mind-controlling fruits that mutate you into a crazy tree person. This planet’s fucking wild.
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>>4045902
Well the good news is that B-33 is going to love learning how to properly eliminate a tree. 82 is probably going to be quite interested in this shit as well. But don't let 82 get ahead of himself.
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>>4045789
>>4045792
>>4045795
>>4045797
>>4045800
>>4045802
>>4045833
>>4045877
>>4045893
>>4045899
>>4045900

You don’t hesitate. From your boot, you use the Force and summon your lighsaber into your hands. The golden blade snaps open as you deflect the first blaster bolt. It bounces back towards the...thing that Marcs had become. It slams right into the former clone’s chest, causing the monster to stagger back a few steps. A smoking hole the size of a coin opens up in the clone’s chest, but it does little to put him down on the ground.

“Get behind me!” you shout to Elba and Suzel as the other clones train their blasters right on you. The speed of your lightsaber is augmented by a deep-rooted fear, a panic at the unknown at which you face. The blasters are deflected easily enough, and both of Marcs’ clone troopers collapse like a sack of bricks.

“What the bloody hell is that thing?!” Suzel cries. He forgoes his blade and knife, electing to empty the clip of his blaster pistol. One out of every two of his shots slams home into the tree-thing without any visible damage. “Our shots aren’t having any effect on it!”

Marcs groans, dropping the pistol as he shambles towards you. All the while, you dodge his wild haymakers. The claws his fingers have turned into seem sharp enough to cut through the very air itself.

“...jEdI...” he moans through his mask, “...rEmEmbeR mOre...tHe vOIcE iN the sTEeL wOmB...dEmAndS oF mE...eXecUtE...oRdeR...sIxty...SIx...”

He ignores both Elba and Suzel, even as they pepper him with a constant barrage of slugs and laser fire. He bends at an angle impossible for any human spine to tolerate. Something snaps, and the noise echoes through the small metal room like a gunshot. From the window, the creatures continue to chirp and screech, all the while their eyes observe the struggles of the former clone.

"rEn..." He rears back, and launches a punch at you. The blade of your 'saber catches the blow, splitting his fist down the middle. The monster groans as the scent of burning wood fills the air, and from the open wounds of his arm begins to sprout new bark and fibrous materials. They flail about wildly, like the tendrils of some deep-sea cephalic, and it's all you can do to keep out of their reach.

"...kIlL...mE..." Marcs begs.

>>Choose one.
>Put him out of his misery.
>Incapacitate him and retreat.
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>>4045921
>>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
Honor his last requests.
WELP, BACK TO SQUARE ONE BOYOS!
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>>4045921
>>Put him out of his misery.
Damn dude I thought it'd overwrite him not put him in some pseudo-ent-hell.
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
The only person safe from this happening to them is the CIS guy, wonder what happened to everyone else on planet...
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045921
>>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045948
Kakarit wasn't always a jungle planet...
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>>4045921
>>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045921
>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045958
>That spoiler
FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND! FIRE IS OUR FRIEND!
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>>4045921
>>Put him out of his misery.
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>>4045958
>Not always a jungle planet

DO NOT WANT.
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>>4045958
Bioweapons powerful enough to terraform a planet huh. Pretty shitty situation here.
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>>4045958
Looks like we got to leave Kakarit as nothing more then a desert by the time we leave.
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>>4045997
Tarkin I needed that Death Star since yesterday!
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“Forgive me.”

>You fulfill his last request and strike him down.
>You have gained Light Side points.

He isn’t even allowed the dignity of dying as a human being. Whatever happened to him completely rewrote his genetic code, right down to the smallest molecule. A sap-like substance flows from the mortal wound, a sickly, golden mess that eats into the metal floor.

Ignoring the warnings of your companions, you step forward and slice right down the middle of the “helmet” that encloses his face. The wood cracks, splitting open to reveal the half-ossified face of acting-commander Marcs. And with your other fist, you use the Force and shatter the glass from where the creatures stood. Several got hit with shrapnel, and the others fly away, squawking angrily.

You will grant him a quiet death, a passing free from the darkness of that helmet.

“...I remember everything...” Marcs whispers as he bleeds onto the floor. “...the order...Master Uyer...everything...” The clone...no, the human turns to you with a pleading look in his eyes, “...we won the war, didn’t we?”

“You did,” you confirm.

He chortles quietly. The Living Force within his body diminishes with every passing moment, and his voice becomes weaker with every few words. “...perhaps this is for...the best...I wouldn’t know what...to do with myself...on peace day...”

For someone who derided himself as a number, his Force signature is unique and different from all ninety-nine other Clones. And it’s one that is painfully absent as he becomes one with the Force.

“...”

At point blank range, you won’t miss. Drawing Nomiana’s pistol, you place three high-powered shots right into Marcs’ unarmored head. Once you confirm that whatever’s tainted his body is likewise dead, you stride over towards the table and aim your weapon right towards the fruit.

BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.

And once you stomp away, there’s not even a drop of juice left. All that remains are scorch marks and the smell of burnt citrus.

“This is bloody awful!” Suzel pulls at his hair, collapsing against a nearby wall. “Boss, don’t tell me this is a regular thing outside of the Unknown Regions?!”

“...it isn’t,” you grumble. “...this isn’t normal at all.”

“Wrrrraaaaaaah?” The wookiee looks nervous. And you don’t blame him. Even though he spat it out, he had chewed on half of the fruit for a good few seconds. “Wrrrraaaaaahhh.”

A single examination with the Force proves that he’s clean or otherwise unaffected...as far as you can tell. Whatever was in Marcs lay dormant and undetected, sleeping and waiting for the signal to activate.

You grunt, throwing the wookiee’s hands off of your shoulders. “You’re fine, Elba. You’re fine...no, you’re not gonna suddenly become a tree. You spat out everything!”

(cont.)
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No wonder this planet was quarantined, Palpatine didn’t want to poke the Vong with a stick without the Imperial military and navy fully built up yet. Damn Shapers probably have captured and mutated our girl too. Brace yourselves for pain and suffering.
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Oof
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>>4046038
Pain is the highest form of holiness anon
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>>4046038
>probably have captured and mutated our girl too
Well no big loss.
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“Wrrrrrraaaaaahhhh!” he complains.
“I saw the seeds for myself. I’ll run a full scan on you once we get back to the Albatross-”

...wait a moment.

There’s no way in hell that the Clones outside didn’t hear that commotion. Between the creatures, the blasters and your own lightsaber...that’s one hell of a cacophony. And now that you think about it...it’s too damn quiet. Beyond the interior ambiance of the cycling air and hum of fluorescent light, there’s nothing. No activity, no repairs, no marching formations, not even any birdsong or noise of the jungle.

It’s as if a blanket of silence has descended upon the Clones’ F.O.B., and every single breath you take seems to be a violation of this unnatural serenity.

Suzel, ever punctual and right on the money, nervously intones, “...hey chief...where are the rest of the clones?”

“....wrrruuuuuhhhhh...” This is the first time that you’ve heard a wookiee be demonstrably fearful.

“...right at the front lines...” you answer as you sense things coming from all directions. There are dozens of them, tainted blights in the Force that bear the same parasitic corruption that had consumed Marcs. “...just coming back to the F.O.B. to enjoy a respite after repairing their primary line of defense.”

As if on cue, the jungle around the base erupts into a frenzied chaos. The trees groan and shudder as they whip back and forth, disturbing the birds and other creatures within its canopy. Animals you’ve never heard before undulate and screech, howling as the sun sets across the distant mountains and casts the riverside in a shade of grey.

And then, they emerge from the shadows between the trees, or otherwise uproot themselves from the soil they griped and clung to.

It's not just one type of monster. It is a mix of infected and unaltered Clone Troopers, but other monstrosities shamble alongside them. Walking roots with drooling mouths stalk above quadruped animals composed of living vines and thorny branch. It's a menagerie of alien fauna...no, not even alien. Abominations to the very universe itself, a slight against the Living Force.

They appear from all sides, circling the clearing in which their prey hides, slowly closing in...smaller, tighter...until there is no escape.

“...oh, kriff.”

>>What will you do?
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
>Fight your way back to the Albatross’ landing pad. No information is worth fighting a horde this size.

||VOTE OPEN FOR SIX HOURS||
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>>4046070
>>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
The only other place we might find anything on them is the CIS base and that seems even worse than dealing with tree men.
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>>4046070
>>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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Oh, and here's a reference for those wandering what the quadrupeds look like.
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>>4046070
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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>>4046070
>>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
We need to figure out what the fuck is going on
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>>4046070
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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>>4046070
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
The Horror... The Horror...
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>>4046070
>>Fight your way back to the Albatross’ landing pad. No information is worth fighting a horde this size.
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>>4046070
>>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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>>4044433
Yeah, and then those laws were pulled back at Palpatine's behest
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>>4045518
Those were clones of a Jedi, not Fetts
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>>4046070
>>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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>>4046070
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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>>4046070
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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>>4045705
Nice
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>>4045715
>Palps quarantined the planet
He knows...
The Death Stars and Sovereigns can't come sooner enough...
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DANCE-OFF

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKSp1dVTrYk
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>>4045958
I knew we should have went straight for the droids...
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>>4046146
Oh man that's horrible. I love it.
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Hahaha...
Hahahahahaha...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>a whole bunch of clones that apparently defied order 66
>likely two Jedi survivors
>quarantined planet
Who's ready for Vader, chums?

The good part is that Commander Big Boss might've been unfucked by the surgery, and the Jedi probably bailed from the obviously evil plant that was taking over the clones.

Droidbros>>>Meatbags.
Confederacy forever.
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>>4046070
>Buy Suzel time to slice into the clone’s computer. You're not leaving without something to go on.
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*guitar riff*
SOME CLONES ARE GROWN
MADE TO WAVE THE FLAG
OOOOH THEY'RE RED WHITE AND BLACK
AND WHEN THE BAND PLAYS "HAIL TO THE SHEEV."
OOOH THEY POINT THE BLASTER AT YOU, FORCE
IT AIN'T ME
IT AIN'T ME
I AIN'T NO BOUNTY HUNTERS SON, SON
IT AIN'T ME
IT AIN'T ME
I AIN'T NO FORTUNATE ONE, NO
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blueberry is probably the commander of the CIS forces
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>>4046236
>Pinkskin, you absolute retard, didn't you hear about the clones being given Order66? I needed those droids, you schutta, and you kriffed them up, and then got attacked by clones anyway.
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>>4046240
"Fuck off and get on the ship with Rambo here before the Empire justifiably lifewipe this shitty rock."
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High IQ move here
Let's put the fruits in a sealed crate and use them as our own biological superweapons.
Who needs a Death Star?
We got a planetfucker right here.

Just drop one on Coruscant and gtfo.
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Give their track record I’m guessing the sith probably made this shit.
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>>4046259
Too risky. I don't trust anything that requires a Jedi to make a will save not to eat.
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>>4046272
Droids, brother.
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>>4046277
The masters and younglings aren't droids and younglings are known to get into shit they shouldn't.
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>>4046279
That's why we don't keep the biological superweapons on the same ship as them.

What, you think the Death Star had a bring your kids to work day?
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>>4046281
>He doesn't think Vader getting Luke onto the Death Star wasn't an elaborate plan for bring your kid to work day.
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>>4046283
That was just nepotism.
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>>4046281
Also, our Master already said if we come back from this we'll have to take a Padawan. Which means there will be at least one stupid youngling on the ship with the fruit. They'll probably listen as well as we do, too.
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>>4046259
You are absolutely correct anon. Store it for later as a KO move.
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>>4046281
Didn't Death Star have a whole city made for the personnel, with blackjack and hookers?
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“‘Serve the Jedi Wanderer’, they said,” Suzel grumbles as he settles into the command console. He seems to be just as dexterous and skilled with a terminal as much as he is with knives. In spite of his griping, he manages to gain limited access into the computer. “‘You’ll bring honor to the family,’ they said...‘there isn’t going to be any possibility of being turned into a cursed tree-man thing...’”

You regard the Nagai with a flat look. “There’s no way that Suzui or Hol could have told you that.”

He ignores you, eyes darting wildly across the screen as he begins his assault on the mainframe. “...I’ll need some time for this, chief.”

“Wrrraaaaahhhhh,” Elba grunts, hoisting a looted laser minigun from a fallen clone. The wookiee looks extremely pleased with himself as he falls into line alongside you. “Wrraaaaaaahhh!”

“Yeah, good idea...” Depressing a button on your gauntlet, you hail the Albatross. “B-33, HK-82, are you there?”

“This unit is ready to receive and execute orders, Master.” His response comes quickly, with barely any sort of visible hesitation or delay. “What are your orders?”

“Start up the ship, and spool her engines and laser cannons. Keep her in low-atmo and ready for a hot extraction from the Clones’ F.O.B. on my signal. Targets are unknown hostiles and infected clone troopers.”

“Understood.”

The doors to the command center open with a hiss, parting to allow you and Elbawarak to pass unopposed into the courtyard of the base. From the tree lines of the forest, the creatures swarm, destroying obstacles and ignoring barriers in their voracity to reach you. The object of the battle is not to defeat them; they continue to pour out by the dozens.

The only victory in this initial mission would be Suzel’s successful and uninterrupted extraction of intelligence.

“Let’s not keep them waiting,” you intone grimly as you raise your lightsaber in a duelist’s salute. "And send these foul creatures back into the abyss from which they came."

“Awwwrrraaawwwwww,” the wookiee agrees, a fierce grin on his face as his weapon opens fire. "Wrrraaaaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhh!"

>Roll 2d6 + 8 Niman (+3 Finesse, +2 Cunning, +3 Lightsaber).
>Best out of three.
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Rolled 1, 4 + 8 = 13 (2d6 + 8)

>>4047840
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Rolled 2, 2 + 8 = 12 (2d6 + 8)

>>4047840
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Rolled 3, 4 + 8 = 15 (2d6 + 8)

>>4047840
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>>4048255
>how to troll Christians 101
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>>4048255
based christian boardspammer
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>>4047840
>And send these foul creatures back into the abyss from which they came
MADNESS WON'T HAVE THIS DAY!
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what would have happened if we ate the fruit?
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>>4048859
RIP wookie, but possibly infiltrate the shaper home and maybe find arotta
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Did the trees get Kaz?
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>>4049829
the trees are Kaz
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but are the trees epileptic
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>go to unk space for rescue mission, end up with kirsten (forma de carbonado) and revenant on our ass
>hit up bloobs, expect space nam
>get planet of tree zombies

Do kazs other quest go as hard on NOW THIS IS PODRACING as this one
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>>4050282
>Do kazs other quest go as hard on NOW THIS IS PODRACING as this one
Yes.
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>>4050282
Yes.

Granted his task force 666 one is funny because despite the first thread having 4 nat 1s the Mc has had amazing luck ever since. To the point he’s an unwanted chick magnet for female demons.


In BBR what was a simple infiltration mission turned into pissing off one of seven superpowered blood mages

Dungeon officer quest is just oof incarnate
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>>4050312
Should have waifu'd the cute thief tomboy in DOQ.
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>>4050623
MC was and still is in too fucked up a headspace to try that. Also still holds a grudge over her bailing on him, just a little,.
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Update when
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>>4050631
Here. Woke up to do a twelve-hour film shoot and I was utterly exhausted. Crashed hard, but I'm ready to quest.

Writing...
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>>4050639
for you and your Chinese roomie, hope his senpai is fine
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>>4050630
Is Dungeon Officer still a thing?
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>>4050721
It's on hiatus so Kaz could fiocus on TF666 and BBR

But given BBr seems to be cursed to shit and Kaz made a fourth quest, who knows?
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What little remnant of the sun quickly disappears over the imposing tree line, and the planet transitions from twilight to true evening. Kakarit has no lunar body, and the sky is all the brighter because of it. Distant stars and nebulae light the overhead sky like a blanket, a gentle contrast to the menacing silhouettes of the trees and the monsters that pour from between the trunks.

The battle is desperate, a frantic struggle against an overwhelming and insatiable horde. With the exception of the walking roots, the enemy has no sense of verticality. As if guided by some unseen directive, the Clones and quadrupeds shamble towards ramps and inclines. They are unable to mount or climb over anything beyond their shoulder’s height. And you press this to your own advantage with a kill zone of your own design.

Elba’s minigun has just enough power to punch through both Phase 2 armor and the warped dermis of the infected clone troopers. From the gated courtyard of the command post, a torrent of blue light erupts from the wookiee’s weapon, hurtling down range of the pre-fab stairs. Many miss more than not, as he swings his weapon in measured, directional arcs, but he still mows down several of them before they even set foot onto the incline.

His lightshow is joined by your own golden blade. Your lightsaber is a beacon of light against the night and its terrors, carving through the enemy in merciless strikes. Only a handful of the Clone troopers remain unchanged by the Eeche fruit, and offer some measure of resistance with their blaster rifles. It’s a terse exercise in multi-tasking as you redirect their blaster fire as you cut down their more corrupted comrades.

But all share a uniformly disturbing physiology, beyond enhanced resilience. Lightsabers immediately cauterize any wounds they inflict, but not so much with blaster rounds. One of Elba’s rounds impacts a clone in the head, blowing it to pieces that fly across the stairs...and promptly begin to melt. The viscous, sap-like substance their blood had mutated into is equal measures acidic and sweet, and the air fills with a cloying, heady scent.

The walkers offer little trouble. They alone are the ones capable of scaling walls and buildings, outpacing their shorter compatriots. Their twisting limbs bring them from underneath overpasses and bridges, and down the sides of walls where the light does not touch. From mouths that teeth with jagged and bloodied bark, they undulate, crooning a high-pitched wail that scratches against the very walls of your mind.

Against the first one, you reach out with the Force and try to Push it off a ledge. But just as it lifts from the ground, it screeches, shooting its feet into the metal surface of the prefab. It takes root, resisting against the Push even as nearby clones and quadrupeds are sent flying back. It tilts its head, warbling mockingly before it lashes its arm with a whip-like ferocity.

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At the very least, their tendrils are just as easily rent and sundered like the exoskeleton of the infected clones. And for flora, mutated as it is, they scream no differently than men as your lightsaber makes quick work of their attacks.

A ways a way, no more than a few dozen meters, B-33 provides support from the grounded Albatross. Both dorsal and ventral laser turret cannons seem to glow a cherry red as they swivel wildly and send laser bolts streaking down the landing pad. At the very least, the ship is designated a secondary threat, perhaps from the lack of organic life within its general direction. There are those among the horde that slowly make their way to the Albatross, but they are far and few between the waves that buffet against the command post.

“Wrrraaaaaaaaaaah!” the wookiee growls. He takes one hand off the minigun, unclipping one of the fifteen thermal detonators. He rears up like a grav-ball player before throwing it into a cluster of enemies. It explodes on impact, and cuts a wonderfully acrid odor against the cloying scent of Eeche.

“Yeah, I know, Elba!” Your reply comes tense and strained as you struggle against a quadruped. It snarls and snaps as you keep it at bay with the Force, arresting its charge and hoisting it into the air. The unnatural light in its eyes extinguishes as you slice its head off, and the beast virtually comes apart before your eyes. “Just hang on a little more!”

By the time you move onto your next target, little remains beyond a tangled mess of vines.
Kicking a nearby clone into the range of Elba’s blaster fire, you shout into the comms, “Talk to me, Suzel! Tell me you've made some progress-”

“You try slicing into a computer while the end of days is happening outside the door!” the Nagai shouts back. “That bloody noise makes it difficult to concentrate...!”

“I’m fighting in one, how’s that for a distraction?” you counter lightly as you slice open another walker. “But keep me posted, friend. How long does it take to import all of those logs?”

He grunts, and you can hear him squint at the computer. “It’s gonna take a few more moments since I had to go through a backdoor and reroute the jack towards the Albatross’ databses; progress bar is at sixty-seven-!”

From both the comm line and your own ears, you can hear a terrible noise, the sound of metal groaning as it bends and warps under external pressure. Something is forcing its way into the command center, something large and terrible enough to crush metal paneling like paper. The discordant melody is accompanied by a dreadful laughter, a grotesque, chittering parody of amusement.

The anger in Suzuel’s voice is completely gone, replaced by a dreadful fear in his next words: “They’re coming out of the vents, chief! Roots are coming out of the spirits-damned walls-!”

(cont.)
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You can sense them even before you turn around. They are walking anomalies within the Force, emerging from the very ground of the planet itself like the plant life they’re based within. These giants grow, reaching the apex of their height within a matter of seconds. The Tall Walkers tower over the tallest building within Firebase Charlie, extending massive hands to the walls, tearing apart sheets of prefab with contemptuous ease.

And yet, there are still worse. One of them bends low from its waist, extending a hand towards an exhaust grate. The Tall Walker hisses as the heat scalds its limb, but it perseveres. Its hand breaks into dozens of little tendrils, and snake their way through the vent and into the very heart and depths of the command post.

The Nagai’s cry of terror is punctuated by the sound of his blaster and the sound of a blade exiting its sheathe. Suzel screams something in Nagai, possibly something along the lines of a war cry as the dreadful laughter increases in its volume.

>>What will you do?
>Break to the Albatross and make an escape. You have enough data and it’s too dangerous to go back.
>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050889
>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050889
>>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050889
>>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050889
>>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050889
>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050889
>Break to the Albatross and make an escape. You have enough data and it’s too dangerous to go back.

I am just voting for this because no one did. I don't even think it is the right move, it just feels sad and lonely like this!
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>>4050889
>Fall back to the command center and rescue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
>Activate Force Speed
FUCKING ACTIVATE IT, WE NEED THE SPEED!
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>>4050889
>Fall back to the command center and recue Suzel from the ambush. Nobody gets left behind.
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>>4050893
>>4050896
>>4050900
>>4050903
>>4050916
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>>4050936
>>You have gained Light Side points.

“Suzel’s in trouble!” you shout to Elba. “Fall back to the command center!”

The wookiee grunts an acknowledgement as he beats a slow retreat from the gate. He unclips not one, but three thermal detonators and lobs them towards the checkpoint. The main entrance into the command center doesn’t explode as much as it’s enveloped within a great ball of fire. The infected caught within the blast are immediately incinerated, and those on the outskirts are ignited in flames. Even a dozen meters away, the heat’s enough to be felt on your eyebrows.

Fire is anathema to them. Immediately, those doused in the flames panic, breaking away from the main body as they flail burning limbs in a desperate attempt to douse the flames. They have no mouths, but you can hear their screams past the mask of bark, past the armor of thorns and bark-tooth maws.

A Jedi is not supposed to take pleasure in the suffering of others. It is a path that leads down towards the Dark Side of the Force. But you can’t help but grin as Elba roars in exultation. “Nice job!”

“Wrrraaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!”

The inferno burning in front of the main entrance buys you more than enough time to make a quick retreat. It seems something of a finite and minute point given the infestation, but you close the door and set it to lockdown mode. You have doubts that the infected could figure out something the likes of an electronic lock, but it’ll buy you time, even if the Tall Walkers decide to smash through the entrance.

The Force flows through your body, augmenting your speed and giving haste to your steps as you sprint down the corridor. What you would normally accomplish in five steps takes only a single one, as your perception of the world slows down around you. Ensuring that Elba can still see you, your dead run takes you towards the control room in a fraction of the time it would have normally taken.

The central unit is a total loss. Beyond a singular terminal that continues to upload data to the Albatross, anything inorganic or artificial has been destroyed by the Tall Walkers. Terminals are little more than smoking ruins from which more vines grow out of. And from overhead vents and floor paneling, the main limbs of the Tall Ones penetrate through the metal, jerking and contorting in search of prey.

Suzel has seen better days. The Nagai bleeds from dozens of cuts along his body, each no larger than an inch or two. In one hand, he holds his blaster, and the other, his vibroblade. Within his mouth, he clamps on tightly to one of the myriad throwing knives on his belt as he dances and whirls through the melee.

“Is that all you’ve got?” the scout roars past clenched teeth, “I’ve had trouble digesting salads more fearsome than you!”

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He won’t last long. It seems that the Tall Ones are fighting a similar battle of attrition as their fellows outside of the base. “Death by a thousand cuts”, as the old adage went. Their intent is for Suzel to tire himself out from both his exertions and the gradual wounds they inflict upon him.

The entrance to the room is blocked by vines, a barrier easily dispatched by your lightsaber. With two strikes, the vines give way, separated into two writhing, smoking halves. You wade into the room with a grim determination, and use the Force to blast away the vines as they lunge towards your companion.

He looks surprised at their sudden deflection, seemingly consigned to go down fighting. But he turns around and spots you, brandishing a golden blade against the limbs of the Tall Walkers. They reel, retreating back cautiously as you step into the room and grab your companion.

“Farren!” Suzel exclaims.

“Thank me later!” you reply as you pull him out of the room and into the corridor. And just for good measure, you collapse the entrance into the computer room. “We’ve got a ship that’s waiting for us!”

To your surprise, he protests, “This isn’t honorable at all! A Nagai is supposed to die honorably in battle-”

The fact that he doesn’t physically struggle belies his true intentions. Rolling your eyes, you counter, “Save it for later. There should be an entrance on the west side-”

Suddenly, the panels of the corridor explode outward, flooding the hallway in a writhing mass of vines. Elba grunts as he’s cut off from your sight, but you can hear the wookiee’s blaster peppering away. Suzel hits the deck, and you bring your lightsaber about to bear, ready to defend-

“...Jombaral...”

A mass of vines coalesce together, binding and shaping themselves into something with a vaguely humanoid shape. But unlike the abominations outside of the base...this one is not a disturbance in the Force. On the contrary, it pulses with a constrained power. If the Revenant was a wellspring of the Dark Side, then the being that hovers before you is a lodestone of the Living Force itself.

Not that it stops you from leveling your weapon. “What are you, and what do you want?!” you demand.

It raises a gnarled branch, and points directly at your lightsaber.

In an instant, the vines explode into action. There are too many for you and Suzel to cut down...not that they target the Nagai. They all rush towards you, ignorant of how many are cut down in the process. But unlike before, when you reach for the Force...you find to your horror that you are unable to do so.

What the hell is happening?

You haven’t been cut off from the Force. You can still sense it, even as you dodge and weave past an unrelenting assault, the likes of which was not seen with the others outside. The only explanation is the entity before you, who displays no emotions as it stands silent, pulsing ominously as it directs the assault.

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One vine breaks through your defenses, a thorny tendril that rends a cut across your chest. It is soon followed by one, then two more, each battering your body as you defend yourself and Suzel. But it is a futile effort, and within a handful of moments, you are as bloodied as the Nagai, and helpless as the vines hold you fast in a tight grip.

“...bend...”

You sense their intent long before they commit, and struggle all the harder, reach desperately for the Force. Suzel aims, taking no more than two shots against the entity before his arm is ensnared by vine. And even as the barrier behind the being begins to smoke from the intensity of Elba's blaster fire...

...it's too late.

Of all your limbs, it is the one that holds your lightsaber that is the most restricted, the most pierced by thorny vines. And as one, the vines go taut and crush...

>>You are ambidextrous. However...

>>Which of your hands was holding your lightsaber?
>Left.
>Right.
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>>4051052
>Left.
Let's go Bayushi on this overgrown weed.
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>>4051052
>Left.
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Actually, what's the significance of our right hand vs our left hand here, is there some force techniques only usable by one or the other or something?
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>>4051052
>Left
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>>4051069
He's basically going to be giving us an impairment in fighting since it's going to be mcfucking broken.
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>>4051052
>>Left.
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>>4051075
I'm pretty sure he meant what the choice itself did if it was just to impair us our arm could have just broke with out a choices
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>>4051052
>>Right.
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>>4051096
True, but I think it's done for flavor more than anything.
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>>4051034
>Right.
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Use Force Speed to grab the Heavy Blaster Pistol and destroy the arm vine, disarming the Spriggan before it can disarm us.
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>>4051069
>>4051096
>>4051101
Oh, sorry if I wasn't specific, but your arm (and lightsaber) is quite literally being crushed to the point of permanent injury. The choice is flavor, but either way, you're gonna be out of an arm (possibly a lightsaber as well) for the time being.

Depending on how it goes, you could either make the decision to try and go for an extensive regeneration...or just go the route of Anakin/Luke and have a neat cyber arm.

>>4051116
All of your limbs are bound. There were too many vines.
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>>4051052
>>Left.
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>>4051124
The former seems more interesting to me than the later, mostly because of the idea of struggling to regain what was lost through sheer effort and strength of will is appealing to me.
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>>4051124
we should take some of the berries with us! research it, and regrow a tree arm.
It would totally not fuck us,
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>>4051124
I would go for the cyber arm seems like less of a hassle
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>>4051052
>Left.

Bit annoying to be down an arm, but ah well, you win some you lose some. Going to need to see if we can get it treated soon though, puts us at a big disadvantage if we get into any Lightsaber fights in the meantime. At least evil, sentient, infectious plants are probably right up there with whatever was on the planet our master wanted us to visit.
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>Not going the hidden multi-tool cyborg arm
>Lock picks, light blaster, mini-welder, data-jack, white noise generator, grappling hook, light saber compartment, cortosis under plating; literally endless possibilities
>Constant reminder of what we lost, and to do better in the future
>our master probably lopped off his own arm for just such an arm and hasn't told us because he is afraid we would learn such powers
>easily replaceable in case of future penetration, amputation.
>vibrates to better please our eventual/inevitable meatbag waifu
>Hidden multi-tool arm is literally best grill
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>>4051124
Cyber arms are bitchin and leave more room to do cool shit like what >>4051165 says.
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>>4051165
>Hidden multi-tool arm is literally best grill
I'm gonna have to stop you there. U see, our ship is actually best girl because not only is she our shelter in the storm that is life, she can also take us to where ever we please. So until I see your multi-tool arm able to teleport us to anywhere in the galaxy, it's going to tsundere of this harem anime.
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>>4051165
Also, can maybe get a wrist with 360 degrees of motion, then we can be 1/4 grievus.
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the monster is either the blueberry or her master.
the CIS commander is likely the original clone commande who went missing
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>>4051064
>>4051073
>>4051088
>>4051097
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>>4051158
There is a terrible noise as your lightsaber deactivates. The golden blade flickers like an erratic light before shorting out with a pathetic whine as the entire assembly is crushed. In a way, it’s worse than what happens next. A Jedi is supposed to have no attachments...but it had been one of two that you made as a child, modified then for use with Master Larid once you had become his padawan.

But the pain of your forearm shattering jolts you out of any sort of maudlin reverie. It draws a scream from your throat, a discordant chorus of pain. You scream and stare, helpless and wide-eyed as the vines constrict even tighter. Shards of bone grind the tender meat of your arm into ribbons. Blood slowly drips from the tight spaces where the vines are joined as everything is ground to an unrecognizable pulp.

And when the vines finally uncurl, what was left could barely be called an arm. The entirety of your left forearm, from the elbow to the fingertips, has been completely and utterly destroyed. The ruined limb dangles limply, dropping the scrap of metal that was once one of your most prized possessions.

>>You have lost your left forearm.
>>You have lost a lightsaber.

You might have gone into shock, but the pain was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The vines withdraw, slithering away and unbinding your body, allowing you to collapse into a growing puddle of your own blood. It hurts so much, it hurts so much that you think that you might die from the pain alone.

You’re dimly aware of Suzel hauling you up so you wouldn’t suffocate, shouting at you to snap out of it while he attempts to bandage your wound. Elba’s furious roar is nothing but an echo, as well as his barrage of laser weapons.

...but as the light dims, and you surrender to the sweet, sweet darkness of unconsciousness, you are suddenly embraced by the Force. Whatever power the entity had that blocked your connection had been stopped or otherwise halted...by something else that rapidly approaches.

And the last thing you are aware of is the sound of an undulating bellow, the sensation of being lifted, and a maw ringed with blue scales...

>>What is it that you dream of?
>A young boy at the helm of a starship.
>A young girl standing among the dead.
>A faceless mass that wanders the void.

||VOTE OPEN FOR SEVEN HOURS||
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>>4051223
>>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>>4051223
>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>>4051223
>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
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Not sure about the boy but the girl is probably the revenant, so my choice will be:

>>4051223
>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
Cause who doesn't like eldritch monstrosities?
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>>4051223
>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>>4051223
>A faceless mass that wanders the void

This for 500
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>>4051223
>A young girl standing among the dead
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>>4051223
>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
I wonder what mindrape's like?
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>>4051223
Is this what the faceless mass looks like?
>Young girl standing amongst the dead
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>>4051223
>>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
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>>4051223
>>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>>4051223
>>A faceless mass that wanders the void.

Btw not a fan of being like everybody else with a prosthetic. Like anon here >>4051129 has said, let it be a challenge to overcome. Grow from a 3-saber 1-force woodchipper into something greater.
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>>4051223
>>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
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>>4051223
>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
Nihilus, please. Visas(?) and Annie(?) be boring
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>>4051223
>A young boy at the helm of a starship.


Maybe the turrets of the Albatross will free us or a CIS counterattack
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>>4051223
>>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
oh shit oh god oh fuck, we landed in warhammer fantasy
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>>4051223
>>A young girl standing among the dead.
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we just need to take a dip in the lava and we will be like our good friend Anakin !
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>>4051223
>A faceless mass that wanders the void.
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If we've lost our arm already, this doesn't bode well for the rest of our appendages.

>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>>4051223
>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>ya boy got got by a glowing weed
Damn dude what a jobber.
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Good thing we choose Makashi Expert lol
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>>4051223
>A young girl standing among the dead.
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>>4051165
This nigga gets it. Vader was all like "oooo I'm only gonna get the standard arm", NAH NIGGA YOU THOUGHT TOO SMALL.

When we get caught and we escape he's gonna be like "oh shit he used the force" but secretly we're gonna be like "nah bitch, my hand detaches and hacks shit". Not always a bad thing to lose an arm.
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>>4051458
Blame Vader's sugar daddy for that.
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>>4051223
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So like...is anyone else salty we just lost half an arm...just because? We didn't fail any rolls, we didn't make a obviously dumb decision, we went back to get our friend, and then Darth Woody showed up, somehow cut off our ability to use the force, and then break one of our lightsabers and crushed our arm.

Is no one else feeling the real bad version of railroading and grimderp here?
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>>4052155
I'm kinda pissed about it, yeah.
What the fuck.
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>>4052155
He probably didn't give us a roll because it didn't matter, and if we had fell back to the ship we probably would've avoided darth woody at the expense of suzels life. There were ways to avoid this outcome guise.
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>>4052168
Oh shut the fuck up.
As if there was a choice in the matter.
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>>4052171
By which I mean with how Farren has been played so far, him suddenly going all "thanks for the help, bye!" To somebody would be retardedly OOC.
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>>4052155
Yeah I don’t like it either. Why did we lose one our lightsabers?
>>4051124 >you're gonna be out of an arm (possibly a lightsaber as well)
>possibly
A roll would have been nice.
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>>4052171
>>4052177
If we'd leveled up force speed we could've reacted faster, if we'd leveled up Ataru we could've destroyed more of the enemy so we could focus more on our surroundings and avoid the ambush in the first place... etc. There were many choices that led to this happening dude.
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>>4052184
If only we took some pocket money and bought a small fleet of Lucrehulks to take with us.
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>>4052155
Yes. A roll would have been nice. Usually this sort of thing happens on a failure, not out of nowhere.
Then again, like what was said with the Kirsten thing Kaz seems to be less running a quest and more telling a story, we're just here for the ride.

>>4052184
>If we leveled up force speed we could use it against the thing that could randomly prevent us from using the force guys!
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>>4052184
>if we'd levelled up force speed
you mean… use the force? against the thing that's impossible to use the force against?
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>>4052184
Some consequences would have been acceptable, but going straight to losing an arm on our second outing versus leaving a friend to die?
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Honestly I would have been fine with just losing the arm. Getting one of our lightsaber's destroyed though is kinda bullshit since that's a massive loss.
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>>4052155
Listen maaaaaan. Luke and Anakin both lost their arms so that means Farren has to as well! It's like poetry, it rhymes. If the nuance and genius of Kaz just doing it instead of having a roll or being a direct consequence of our actions is lost on you then I guess you're just not a true fan,
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>>4052196
>>4052200
Yes, having a higher reaction speed would've helped us avoid the assault altogether, if not that then we could've at least felt the difference in our perception when it suppresses us from accessing the force when it shows up instead of only realizing it's doing so when in the midst of combat. I'd wager that if we'd had a higher force rating we could've used some of the force as well, so that's another thing that led us here.
>>4052205
We did know this was a dangerous planet, we went straight for the clones instead of spying from afar because it would be faster, if we had kept our jedi identity secret we might not have attracted the attention of darth woody because we have a low force rating, if we had immediately fallen back to the ship instead of trying to get information we could've avoided the encounter entirely...

C'mon guys please use your head here.
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>>4052199
Oh yeah I didn't need to see that.
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>>4052205
We should just kill ourselves now desu.
At least that way we'll stop being such a pathetic fucking loser.
There are younglings that act more mature than Farren does.
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>>4052218
I'm sure the +1 would have been a great help on the non-existent roll.
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>>4052218
>if we had kept our jedi identity secret
you mean exactly like we did? we hadn't told literally anybody we were a jedi until the clones mutated and the fight had already started, and at that point the trees were already in 'kill all humans' mode
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>>4052218
>It's not about the railroading or getting ganked without any rolls or chance to prevent it, we just needed to use the force against the thing that prevents us from using the force along with having knowledge of every event ahead of time so we could make optimal choices we could have avoided this, guys.
>C'mon, just use your head.
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>>4052227
>>4052233
Have you never heard of thresholds?
I'm just pointing out that there were ways to avoid this if we look back, I'm not saying our choices were bad.

>>4052228
Sure, but it went straight for the saber and avoided our friends entirely, we did have the option to keep it hidden.
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>>4052236
>"Dude, just tell the future, could've avoided this breh. Thresholds breh."
Choke on an infinite amount of cock.
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>>4052236
No, there were no ways to avoid this. You're literally acting on assumption that the same thing wouldn't happen no matter what path we took down to the planet. Especially when Kaz has said he's made fates "set in stone" before.
You're also distracting with a strawman and trying to try and get people to forget about the blatant railroading and inability to do anything but watch as we got straight up nigged in a cutscene.
Stop being disingenuous.
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Let's just get to the ship and leave.
There's no way Arotta or her Master survived this fucking bullshit.
Let the Empire deal with it.
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>>4052239
What you mean you can't see the future? What kind of podunk planet did I end up on?
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>>4052236
Alright, I'm gonna say it. Given what we knew at the time, there was literally no reason to keep the lightsaber hidden—the only hint was that the clones had trouble remembering Jedi, which there was no way to extrapolate 'sucks the force away from you and crushes your saber and arm with no roll' from that.

I guess what we *should* do from now on is to never take the obvious path, since every vote like this so far has been a trick vote.
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>>4052247
>"The Call of Jombaral"
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>>4052239
You build characters around what you want them to be challenging. We built a sneaky character that exploits weaknesses that can duel darksiders pretty well, and we're on a planet that is full of light side users that can swarm us, pretty much the bane of our existence.
>>4052244
How is pointing out that if we were stronger in the force that we probably could've done something against this entity that has such a way to disrupt force users? The stronger you are in the force the stronger the connection, meaning the harder it would be to accomplish such a thing.
>>4052253
And are you completely ignoring all the choices we've had about ditching our immediate concerns and just leaving to regroup? Pretty sure leaving the area would've made it harder for darth wood to gank us.
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>>4052261
>Hey guys, if we were 20 levels higher then this level 10 boss we could have totally solo'd it you know.
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>>4052261
Shut the fuck up and stop riding dick.
This is a classic case of railroading and you know it.
Everyone took the sensible and in character choices.
To have done otherwise WOULD HAVE REQUIRED LITERAL FUTURE VISION.

Besides, this was probably "set in stone from the moment we reached the planet."
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>>4052261
Okay, what? Are you actually saying we should've voted to leave our companion behind? Because >>4052177 already rebutted that; it's not in character for Farren at all. Next you're gonna say we have no reason to complain about losing our arm and saber because we could've chosen not to come to this planet.

Given that we've now had *two* times where this type of thing has happened on both planets we've visited, I'm beginning to wonder why any options are being offered in this quest at all. It just seems like 'choose the order of the planets you visit upon which the 'set in stone' story will play out'.
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He is right about the choice though. You really should have left right away. Those Venator wrecks in orbit would probably have the same info the computer planetside would have if you did enough digging and finagling. Take heart that a tactical retreat in the face of complete surprise tends to be wise.

Also this planet is shit and we should have gone to the freakazoid trial planet. They would probably have stripper-lizards there instead of trees from hell.
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>>4052266
I'm not saying that, I'm saying that if we had a higher specialty in this specific thing, that we wouldn't have gotten rekt so badly by something that SPECIALIZES in this thing.
>>4052267
We can't see the future, and we didn't take the precognition skill so we can't spec ourselves knowing what challenges we'll face in the future, but we made our character to be good at certain things, and we encountered a being that is good at the opposite. Such things happen.
>>4052270
I just said that I thought all our decisions were good. Sometimes you make all the right decisions and you still get fucked over, that's just how things happen. I'm pointing out that there was always a choice to avoid this specific outcome, not that making those choices would've been a good idea.
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>>4052273
Unlikely, those were wrecked before they were even on the planet, the data would've been limited to info about the CIS presence.
Leading to an even greater blindside.
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>>4052273
To be fair, if we knew there was a railroad cutscene boss that would show up and wreck our shit without any chance to defend or escape, we would have left right away too.
Unfortunately, like >>4052253 said, there was literally no way to extrapolate 'sucks the force away from you and crushes your saber and arm with no roll' from 'clones have trouble remembering jedi.'
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>>4052267
>Besides, this was probably "set in stone from the moment we reached the planet."
This is where I draw the line. Be angry about our arm all you want, we CHOSE to assist the clones.
>But--
"No." Gaelle has no personal connection to any clone(s) that would endear them in his eyes, let alone after what he learned of their betrayal during Order 66; we went and helped them DESPITE that knowledge.
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>>4052281
You're literally saying that. You're sitting here repeating about how if we knew the future and picked shit specifically to counter this thing we would have won. Ignoring the fact that we literally had no option to do anything but sit there and watch the cutscene as it fucked us.
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lol why are u fags so angry
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>>4052287
yes, a jedi had no reason at all to help people who are explicitly asking for assistance. it's not like jedi have a habit of, you know, having the type of morals of that invite them to help people in need.
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>>4052287
Normally I'd agree with you, but Kaz has straight up come out and said that he sets certain events in stone no matter, it's a reasonable view to take.
There's a good chance no matter how we approached this, it would have involved the tree fucker showing up and railroading our arm.
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>>4052282
I doubt the computers down here have a folder full of pictures of trees saying "This is actually a hostile" you feel me? Even less likely an .exe "find jedi". I'm sure we could learn about these fucking porgs from the computer though. Fucking porgs.

>>4052284
For sure. I'm just saying that no one could have seen tree-zombies coming. So running away would have been just as wise a decision as attempting to learn more.
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>>4052287
You have no idea how railroading works do you, you ignorant faggot?
With how things have gone in this quest already, obviously us losing an arm is a plot point so it was happening regardless of what we did.

Gigafucker Tree would've taken us to doujin land with his tentacle vines and rekt our arm no matter what we did.

Because fixing our arm and replacing our second saber is a plot hook!
Just
Like
Kristen.
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>>4052289
Winning != Successfully Escaping

>>4052294
We're basically the CIA of the Jedi, we're supposed to do shady shit. Leaving clones to their deaths is naturally in line with this, especially when we have a higher priority, but we're not a complete dick so we went down to help them. Our logic was utilitarian, but we could've just observed the clones and the droids and made contact with either side afterwards.

>>4052305
>>4052296
What happened to Kristen was a done deal as soon as Order 66 happened, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Here, we had many ways to avoid this SPECIFIC outcome, but we didn't have the specs to deal with the encounter so we got ran-over. This isn't comparable.
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>>4052316
>"It is my victory, Father."
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>>4051449

You dream of a faceless mass, a nebula of cosmic dust burdened with the terrible weight of sapience. At one point, it might have been an inanimate cluster, or an existence with no thoughts beyond hunger and instinct. But it had evolved, became something else entirely, a ripple in the Force. And it was the only one of its kind to exist within the galaxy.

It is a phantom with nowhere to haunt, a nomad and wanderer condemned to reave and meander across the infinite universe. For what seems like eons, it subsists upon the energies of stars, feeding upon the travelers in their iron vessels should the need ever arise. And from this consumption, it knows learns of emotions, of the sins of life. It understands anger and hate, comprehends envy and wrath, ingests lust and vengeance...strange emotions that both allure and frighten it.

But where there is anger, there is peace; hate, and kindness, vengeance and justice. It sees that there is a spectrum of emotion, displayed by all manner of sapient life, emoted within the Force that it itself feeds and subsides upon.

But above all else, it desires love, and wants to love in turn. And the kind of love did not matter.

It would love the galaxy, and hope the galaxy would love it in turn.

Eons later, the opportunity comes, chancing upon a planet scorched by the heat of its own star.

To the natives that languish and suffer, it feels an overwhelming /compassion/, a desperate sorrow at their plight.

And it descends upon the world, wielding the full extent of its power for the first time in eternity.

They prostrate themselves, and exhibit a feast of emotions: confusion and gratitude, fear and hope.

They ask what it desires.

It communicates its wish for a haven in a cold and uncaring galaxy.

They give her what it desires.

It asks for a name.

It receives one.

They would name it "Mother" in their tongue, after one of their gods.

It asks what a Mother is.

It receives an answer.

/She/ now understands.

Unconditional love is what she had always wanted, to both give and receive it.

A mother must love her children, even if they were not of her blood.

And in turn, they had loved her and cared not what she was.

But she /knew/ a way to truly make them of her own.

She would have what she always wanted.

Her own family, made in her own image and of her blood.

And her children would still love her, no matter what would happen.

There was no better womb than the planet itself.

A rebirth for all; sun-scorched planet, suffering children, bereaved and wandering Mother.

And what better form for all than what was once impossible to flourish?

>>You have gained the following skill:
>>Force Entities 1 (Intellect)
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>>4052316
okay, wait, hold up. are you implying that we could have contacted and joined up with the droids? if the clones don't have memory of order 66, there is zero chance the droids got a 'stand down' order—they'd be immediately hostile towards us unless we surrendered to them.
Unless you're one of those 'we should get a droid army' posters, in which case you're just delusional.
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>>4052294
>it's not like jedi have a habit of, you know, having the type of morals of that invite them to help people in need
Like, say, the royal family we royally screwed?

>>4052305
All of these assumptions because you're angery. I don't like losing my arm, and would have preferred a skill check, but we intentionally put ourselves to help the people that assisted in the Jedicaust in lieu of staying hidden. Faggot.
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>>4052316
>Winning != Successfully Escaping
Sure it does. Getting the info and escaping the tree fucker is a win. Unfortunately you can't do that when it railroads your ass without any rolls.

>>4052316
No, this is completely comparable. Just like that we had no option to avoid or stop it, fuck we didn't even have any rolls to give us a chance. It literally just went "Haha, you're fucked now boy." Even if we don't "have the specs" in your opinion, that doesn't mean we shouldn't be allowed the chance to fight it, or open up an escape route, or do one of a million things.
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>>4052316
There's nothing you can say that won't convince me we were losing an arm to Darth Coniferous the moment it showed up.
And it would have shown up.
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>>4052331
This is just my own speculation at this point but if the CIS superior is still alive then he should've come in contact with the wildlife, in fact he's been fighting a losing war against it for months and probably really wants to leave the planet, and we have a working ship.

>>4052333
Dude, at this point you're just ignoring all the choices we had to escape the fortification or otherwise avoid massive conflict altogether.
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>>4052332
Oh yes, a choice between killing children, giving them a chance to survive and potentially striking down our best friend.
Farren is a real big meanie head.

Fuck you.

These clones were isolated and were our only option of getting up to date information.
Fuck off.
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>>4052342
I dunno, in my own head the 'organic' working with the CIS is either that clone guy that walked off or one of the two Jedi doing force bullshit. But you could be right, I don't know jack shit about the 'deep lore' of Star Wars, or how frequently these droid ships had people on board.
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>>4052334
It went straight for our lightsaber. If we hadn't shown it off it probably wouldn't have shown up. Unintentional mistakes are still mistakes.

>>4052349
Kaz posted a diagram of the core ship that fell, there's like 60 supervisors, so there are somewhere around that many possible survivors on that ship.
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>>4052342
>We could have avoided all of this if you knew that a railroading cutscene monster was going to fuck our arm with no rolls ahead of time, guys.
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>>4052360
Imagine unironically suggesting we not use our fucking Lightsaber as a Jedi.

When we're under attack by hostile tree monsters.
And have no training in any other weapons.

It's not an unintentional mistake
It's something 99.9 percent of Jedi would've done.
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>>4052370
...And those 99.9% of Jedi probably would've lost their arm unless they were strong in the force. I fail to see your point here.
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>>4052329
.......Ok I'm glad this is being talked about now, and that it WASN'T Just Me feeling railroaded rn, but is anyone else completely fucking terrified that Farren is dreaming of the Origins of The Mother of all possible beings?
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>>4052372
>shoulda been a mary sue
I'm dying
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>>4052155
Well in Kaz's defense we are fighting a literal planet's worth of enemies, I'm surprised things haven't actually gone worse.
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>>4052373
He's dreaming of the tree thing, I think. And a good number of us are unhappy with it, it seems.
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>>4052373
clearly this is all setup for the subplot where we lose our arm and replace it with an arm made of some bullshit force thing, possibly made out of the tree guy.
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>>4052380
>feeling emotions
Darksider confirmed roger roger.
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No but seriously, fuck Arotta.
Bitch isn't worth the effort.

Let's just fucking leave this dumb fucking arc and go get a new arm.
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>>4052343
>Oh yes, a choice between killing children, VERY OBVIOUSLY THROWING THEM TO THE HOUNDS and potentially striking down our best friend
Fixed. My point was that it was not the "Jedi way".

>These clones were isolated and were our only option of getting up to date information
My point still stands: The risk of them turning on us because of Order 66 was still there. We didn't know that they forgot and had no reason to believe they weren't like the other clones. What were we going to do if Order 66 was still in effect and they found out, as opposed to never having to have dealt with them in the first place with our Dark Jedi tracking skills and Rank 2 Perception?
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>>4052385
grab a fruit, leverage its ability as a bioweapon to get us a sick cyber arm and just fuck off and become a moisture farmer, never touch a lightsaber again
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>>4052388
The fruit is a cognitohazard as well as a high-level biohazard. That shit stays right where it is - we are not bringing it offworld, period.
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>>4052396
i mean, i was shitposting. i thought the 'abandon the main conceit of the quest' implication would've given it away
but i'm glad you're still taking things seriously, anon.
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Update faster, Kaz, so I can get my mind off of this shit.
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>>4052402
Just in case anyone thought weaponising the fruit was actually a jolly good idea (moreso than the moisture farmer bit), and Poe's law and all that.

I'm just waiting for the argument to settle down. It happened, a lot of people are understandably unhappy, but we should just move on.
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>>4052387
>not the Jedi Way
What is the Jedi Way?
They were given a trial in accordance to the laws of the planet.
>Order 66
Hmm, I wonder why we hid our sabers...
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>>4052406
If we move on, it'll just keep happening.
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>>4052406
an enraged fan is an engaged fan, as they say.
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>>4052410
>They were given a trial in accordance to the laws of the planet.
There was no formal government at the time of the lynching.

>I wonder why we hid our sabers
To avoid getting shot up --or in this case, tree raped-- right away? I'm speaking of "if they found out", which is very possible since the remnants were apparently still fielding 'dekas.
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>>4052426
Then there were no laws and the Tof violated the NAP.
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>>4052434
Then we failed to enforce it by killing them on sight. #TorokWasRight
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>>4052329
>>4 Days to find Master Kosa and Padawan Bashur

You wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling.

Or rather, a ceiling of darkness, one that you can barely see. But even in the dim lighting, some measure of instinct takes over, and you scramble, fighting against the blankets that cover you. Fearful of what you find, you reach a trembling arm over to your left side...

...and mercifully come across a limb encased and bound tight in bandages.

"Farren!" Dimly, you can hear the sound of somebody approaching you rapidly, falling down to your side as you struggle. "Calm down, calm down, chief! You still have your arm, it's not...it's still there!"

>>Contrary to your last memories, you /still/ have your left forearm, albeit heavily bandaged and quite obviously broken in several places.
>>It will take months to heal on its own, days should you find a Force Healer or bacta tank.

"...Suzel?" you whisper faintly. "...where the hell...how...my arm?"

"...the bigger guy said something about hallucinations and other nasty kriff the things that.../thing/ can do, but..." The scout jerks his head left and right. He fumbles for something in the pockets of his vest. "...there's something we have to take care of first."

"And what the hell is-"

"Here." Suzel jerkily drops something into your good hand. Even in the dim lighting of the cave, you can still make out the yellow light of the lightsaber crystal, as well as your other undamaged 'saber. "...I...I picked them up before we escaped..."

>>However, one of your lightsabers is a total loss, barring the kyber crystal that sits in the palm of your hand.

You don't hear him. Even as the phantom pain of your arm being crushed still lingers along the limb, you're at least grateful that you still have it. The crystal...it's one of the two you brought back from the Gathering from the ice caves of Ilum, a symbol of a better time, a more innocent time in your life.

"I don't know much about Jedi..." the nagai says, scratching the back of his head. "But...I'm really sorry about that, chief. About your weapon. Saving me and everything..."

...you can't offer him an answer. Not yet, anyway.

He seems to understand. "Uh...I'll just leave you to it, then-"

His apology is interrupted by the arrival of something else. The presence in the Force that carried you away from the entity enters your little cave. You can make out the distinct form of a giant reptilian, not quite the size of Elba, but easily clocking in at a weight nearly twice of the wookiee's.

The alien thrusts a bowl of unidentifiable substance at you, glaring at you through the slits of golden eyes.

"Eat," he...she...it(?) grunts in surprisingly articulate Basic. "Eat. Grow strong. Join Kakari war summons."

>>What will you ask of the reptile?
>Write-in.
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>>4052443
So you realized you were being an idiot and course corrected
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>>4052443
>>Write-in.
...The Fuck?
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>>4052443
>"Wow, that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about: I give you the finger, and you give me my communicator call?"
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>>4052448
wat
We knew that we were gonna be down an arm and a lightsaber before the argument even started.

>1 post by this ID
Fuck off if you don't have the due diligence to read the thread.
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>>4052505
A-are you ok anon?
How do you not understand what that anon just posted?
It's fairly simple stuff.
Christ.
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Ey fuck off kroq-gar.
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>>4052443
"Thank you for the food warrior, and thanks for the help you have give us. But no not now. I already eat on this planet and i didn t like the local cousine, please don t offend you. Leave the food here. Can i ask for a moment with my companions before giving you an answer ?"
use the force for grab the good light saber with our good hand


"So how you manage to survive, i remember quite an army around us and those things could have use my wound easily for take me. And both you and Elza, where tired and wounded. I imagine it was for the Albatross and this Kakari fellows. Even then those creatures where all rather large and numerous, so i have my doubts that you could have been easily rescue.

Tell me how you where able. Did the droid counterattack at the same, i suppose of this tribals ? I also imagine they couldn t just know of us. Suzel do you know anything from the data recovered ?

Is the Albatross here ? Please pass me a few of the supplies inside our crates.

Also make a list for possible things to buy : a bio-scanner for the Albatross, light body armor, a bacta tank and maybe a cybernitic arm.


Ah lastly, Call the droid here and connect it to the data we have take. Hopefully he can make something out of it that will help us in our search."
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>>4052518
>This autism
What the fuck
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>retconning due to an unreasonable tantrum
The players will remember that.
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>>4052443
>>Ask it what that thing we encountered was, what happened to the people that were infected/what it knows about the infection process, if its seen the other Jedi around, where we are, and if its possible to kill Darth Woody.

WHEEW WE GOT OUR ARM BACK ALL IS WELL WITH THE WORLD.
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>>4052531
>Darth Woody.
I vote we call it Darth Coniferous.
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>>4052541
Seconded
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>>4052531
Just you wait until the infection kicks in. And the fever. The fun never stops don't you see? You've now gotten herpes from a tree.
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>>4052443
>What happened after I fainted?
>Where are we?
>Who are you?
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>>4052443
>ask if they've seen other Jedi around if it doesn't know what a Jedi is explain it
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>>4052380
The Tree thing? Pray this is not Abeloth. Mother is one of her titles too. And she laughs at things like causality and black holes.


>>4052443
What were those thngs?
What happened after I passed out?
Who are you?
How have you not been eaten by plants yet?
Have you seen my GF and her master?
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>>4052443
>Have you seen my GF and her master?
Oh shit, add this to my vote too. Discribe them.
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>>4052443
>where am I?
>who are you?
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>>4052509
I noticed what he was referring to like ten seconds after my post and became ashamed of my blind anger.

>>4052443
>"Have you seen a girl with blue skin and horns, as well as [however Uyer looks]?"
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>>4052443
>>4052600
>>4052654
Yeah, add this to my vote as well.
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>>4052443
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>kyber crystal
Do you have water in your head?
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>>4052799
While he's not using everything from Nu-canon, he did say he was using some of it and Kyber Crystals are one of those things.
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>>4052799
what the fuck are you bitching about?
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>>4052808
He only used it because TCW fucked up and called Lightsaber Crystals Kyber Crystals in the episode where those younglings went to Illum that flew in the face of everything Legends.

I knew it was a mistake :^)
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>>4052799
>kyber crystal
kyber crystals were in legends, just called kaiber crystals
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>>4052818
There's only one Kaiburr Crystal, and they work differently.

You can put them in a lightsaber but they're not the color crystal.
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>>4052520
sometimes quests draw out the latent autism that lurks beyond
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Just gotta point out that in the grand scheme of things, Farren is getting off pretty lightly compared to other kazquest protags in events not entirely within player control.
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>>4052443
>who are you
>where are we
>da fuck is wrong with this planet

Finally caught up with this thread
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>>4053053
>quests
No friend.
It's the star wars.
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>wahh not everything is directly under our control
>QM caves in and changes it
...come on people
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>>4053294
Indeed.
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>>4052496
>>4052518
>>4052531
>>4052600
>>4052634
>>4052654
>>4052661
>>4052679
>>4052690
>>4053612

Suzel makes a hasty escape, nodding to you, then the reptile as he scampers out of the cave. “I’ll see you in a bit, boss.”

>>Who are you? What are you?

Its nostrils flare, and it thumps its fist against its chest. “Troxl,” it declares, “Spawn of Trax-Chief. Warrior of Kakari.”

Something clicks in side of your head. “Is that what you are? Kakari?” you ask. Curiosity seems to be its own stimulant, draining the fatigue from your body as your inquisitive nature takes over. “You’re a native of this planet?”

Troxl tilts its head before nodding. “Native, yes. Trax-clutch lineage goes far into the sands when sand was stone. But not place. Only shaman tells tales and songs of Kakari.”

Translation: the Kakari have been here for a long time. But that raises some more questions. Foremost of all, how in all the known universe did they survive this hellish planet?

Again, Trox thrusts the bowl towards you. “Eat!”

At first, you hesitate. The last time somebody on this planet offered you something to eat, he had tried to infect you with whatever caused the quarantine of the entire system. The fact that he subsequently mutated into some kind of Force aberration certainly didn’t paint the local cuisine in too favorable of a light.

The reptile seems to read your mind. It takes back the bow, upending a small portion of it into its maw. Licking its chops, it belches, “Safe to eat. Untainted.” And once more, it pushes the bowl with a measure of a firm finality. “Eat!”

As far as you can tell, the contents of the bowl are an unidentifiable slop. But Troxl had enough foresight to provide you with a spoon. You take it with your good hand, gingerly dipping it into the meal and bring it up for a cautionary whiff. Whatever the source of the mystery meat, it’s long since dead and cooked, and smells something you’d find on an off-brand version of Dex’s Diner.

“...tastes good,” you croak after swallowing a portion of it. And you’re surprised to find that you aren’t lying. It’s certainly hard to swallow, but it has a gamey quality and edge to it. “...what is it?”

The Kakari looks pleased. “Walazor flank stew. Clutch-mother’s specialty.”

>>What happened after I fainted? Where are we?

Troxl sniffs the air, wetting its lips with a forked tongue not unlike a snake. “Carried you to steel bird. Flew high above wicked trees. Guided to safety, away from Tainted Children.”

As far as preferences go, a dark and dimly lit cave is a far cry from a sanctuary, but you can’t complain. And wherever this place is...the Living Force is muted. Compared to the open jungle, there’s something in the rock that makes it difficult for you to reach out too far with the Force. You can sense your friends; their concern radiates like a furnace.

(cont.)
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But you can also perceive other signatures the likes of Troxl...most likely its relatives.

To your own surprise, you finish the stew within a matter of moments. Force-sensitive individuals have a higher metabolism than others due to their unique powers, but this is the first time that you’ve felt your own hunger.

The reptile warbles what you think is a harsh laugh, but immediately hands you another bowl. “Good. Strength returns. Strength to fight and war.”

This time, you accept the stew gratefully. But before you dig in, there’s a matter of gratitude that has to be addressed. Far be it for a Jedi to not know how to thank somebody. “Thank you for saving me. My friends and I.”

“Enemy of pale ones, enemy of metal without song,” it states simply. “Enemy of two Kakari enemies is friend.”

How pragmatic, you think dryly to yourself as you dig into your meal. And here I thought it was the start of a budding friendship between a new and undiscovered species...

But you ponder on his words. “Metal without song” could only be referring to the Separatist Droids. It would make sense for them to be enemies to whatever the Clones had mutated into, but what had the Separatists done to offend the Kakari?

Hopefully not something that was on a fundamentally religious level. Force knows how they’d respond to B-33 and HK-82.

>>What were those things? What’s wrong with this planet?

Troxl’s gaze darkens, and it hisses in a low and stern tone,“No speak. Shaman tells you more. But clutch-warriors speak of the Children. The Children of Jombaral.”

You don’t know why, but the name resonates deeply within you. Jombaral, Jombaral...that was what the entity had said before appearing before you. The memory conjures a lance of pain that streaks through your left arm, and the visage of something greater...something ancient and terrible.

“Who is Jomb-”

It raises a talon towards your lips faster than you could blink. “Speak loudly not of False Mother. Ears, eyes everywhere. Seen them, I have. The small birds with black eyes are how she sees...”

Small birds...black eyes...the mysterious creatures!

“Porgs,” the warrior spits with contemptuous disgust as you relay your own encounter with them, “Wicked things, mindless slaves to her will. False meat, tainted meat. Soulless eyes and puppets of the False Mother.”

...and more than a dozen of them got a good, hard look at you, the crew of the Albatross and the ship itself.

“Do not eat. Tainted meat. They are consigned to the great fires. Eyes of those who eat porgs add to her looking-glass.”

“What the hell is wrong with this planet?” you demand, even as you accept a third bowl of stew. “False Mother...tainted fruit...and how the hell are you still sane? Everything in the jungle-”

Troxl growls. “Not my tale to tell. Shaman’s. But when the False Mother called to Kakari ancestors...some resisted.”

(cont.)
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>>4053865
>Wicked things, mindless slaves to her will. False meat, tainted meat. Soulless eyes and puppets of the False Mother.
You hear that boys? TIME TO BUTCHER PORGS!
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>>4053865
>“Do not eat. Tainted meat. They are consigned to the great fires. Eyes of those who eat porgs add to her looking-glass.”

NOOOOOOOOOOO
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>>4053886
>>4053903
>False Mother

You think you're slick I know this is just an allegory for the great ignoramus.
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>>4053903
Well fuck i hope chewie and han donf visit this planet
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>>4053973
The only thing I hear is the Divine Mandate for the genocide of Porgs.
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>>4053865
Yo now we've got an excuse to kill the things?
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Righto. Shoot porgs on sight.
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>>4053973
Kek
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>>4053825
>you’d find on an off-brand version of Dex’s Diner.
Heeeey, old buddy
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>>4053973
KEK. That wasn't the intention I had, but I can totally see where your reasoning is coming from.

Writing...
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>>4054872
>"I have brought diversity. Feminism. And political correctness to my new empire."
Wew lad.
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>>4054872
>>4054921
I should have known the fans were plotting to take over...

>From the Mouse!!! Kathleen, Disney is evil.

From the toxic fanbase point of view! From my point of view, the EU was evil.
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It shakes its head, accepting your empty bowl of stew. “Feel better?”

The pain in your arm has yet to go away, even with meditations or exercises in the Force. Your stomach, at the very least, is extremely satisfied with the meal. And as tempting as it would be to simply lay down and rest some more, there is an unseen hourglass that you are racing against. You can rest after the mission.

“Yeah, I’m...better,” you say as you wobble onto your feet. “You said there was...war-summons?”

...

Until you had exited the domicile, you had thought Troxl and his (you can now safely say) people had merely taken you into a little network of caves. It would not have gone deep, no more than a few dozen meters at the very least. And when you first saw the light, you had very much mistaken that as the dawn light of Behrillia.

The first step out of the cave very near comes close to blinding you. And when you finish blinking the sunspots from your eyes, what greets you is a paradox; light within the darkness, greenery from stone, a civilization among the wilderness...a world beneath the world.

Troxl trills, basking in the light that the giant, golden, shuttle-sized crystal gives off from the ceiling of the expansive cavern. “Behold, off-worlder. Nestling’s End...Heaven-Under-Hell. Last home of Kakari.”

>>Later

You fall in line behind the reptilian, nearly in a daze as you stumble through the streets of Nestling’s End. It’s a gods-damned city, a flourishing haven tucked away and hidden from the evils above the surface. There is little in the way of vegetation beyond moss and lichen, shrub or scraggly undergrowth. But you pass by carts that enter through the gates, loaded with giant mushrooms and other fibrous edibles. Scavengers or farmers, perhaps?

There are at least a thousand of the Kakari, perhaps only off by a hundred or so by rough estimate of a Force sensing. They all go about their business the way that most would do in the wider galaxy. They haggle over commodities in the market, exchange gossip by reservoirs of freshwater, herd their children along the main streets and roadways.

But you stick out like a sore thumb. Even with a borrowed cloak, it’s quite clear and obvious to the Kakari that you aren’t one of them. Perhaps it’s the lack of scales or the light-brown hair on your head that gives you away. And to think that Master Larid let you walk around without Padawan braids to better keep yourself in cover!

They stare and whisper, pointing talons to both you and the chieftain’s son. Troxl carries himself with the dignity of royalty; easy to understand why they’d part ways or pause what his subjects were doing. As for you, they offer nothing but suspicion and wariness.

“Where exactly are we going?” you ask.

The prince points towards a stone structure on a lonely island, some sort of temple ruins. “War-summons. Shaman’s nest.”

(cont.)
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Oh joy. Troxl misses the grimace that tightens across your face. It just seems like one bad confrontation with things right after the next. First the food when someone tried to infect you, now a temple where the last one had a nasty Sith spirit that nearly cooked your arm.

Not that it stops the prince from giving a grand tour of what would become his city. He grunts, pointing to the pillars and the ceiling above, “The Ancestors’ Teeth and the Firmament. Holds both the Children and Mother away. Forged and raised by the Liar Chieftain who rejected the False Mother. Many clutches before my hatching.”

While the cultural anecdote remains unverifiable, you have little doubt that he’s certain of it. The pillars themselves stand as empty voids in the Force; their outermost layers are some form of igneous rock, shaped, raised and warped by currents of ancient magma. Scattered within them is some sort of alloy, fragments of metal that emit some kind of anti-Force aura. Useful against Force Entities the likes of the False Mother and her Tainted Chilren.

“He forged and raised them?” you query. The most advanced technology you’d seen from the myriad traders and shop-keeps are grindstones and anvils. The Kakari haven’t even appeared to develop technology beyond a pre-spaceflight civilization’s industrial age. “How did he do that?”

Troxl shrugs. “Liar Chieftain strong with spirits. Spirits gave power to lift and shape stone.”

That actually gets you to stop dead right in your tracks. There’s only one thing that could explain or otherwise give credence to such a story. And given how it works in mysterious ways, and brought you to Kakarit....there is little in the way of doubt.

“You have Force-sensitives among your kind?” you demand, incredulously.

He seems puzzled at your shock. “...if say so. Those strong with spirits become like shaman or shamanka.”

As far as you can tell, the Kakari are aware of the Force on some fundamental level, misdirected as it is by culture and tradition. But perhaps their use of it is unique, similar to the Nightsisters of Dathomir....although, hopefully not as Dark-inclined.

...this is certainly some Trial of Spirit you’ve gotten yourself roped into! Quite literally, as it seems, with all the mentions of spirits being thrown around and about.

Nestling’s End is a small city. It doesn’t take the two of you more than ten minutes to reach the edge of the lake, and another five to get in and row across the island. By some odd custom, Troxl isn’t permitted to set foot upon the shore; only those invited are allowed entry upon the shaman’s territory.

“Await your return,” he explains as he drops a weight over the side. Then, he lifts you up, plops you upon the sand, and shoos you towards the temple ruins. “Go, now!”

>>Later

Even before you finish the trek, there is already somebody there to greet you, standing before the doorway expectantly.

(cont.)
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It is a Kakari, similar to Troxl and the rest of his people. But unlike the chieftan’s son, this one is smaller in stature, diminished in its physiology and bearing scales on the verge of bleaching. But its eyes still shine with a strength far removed from the ravages of time. And it is those eyes that conjure you forward, and the arm that beckons you towards the shaman.

“I am one with the Spirits, and the Spirits are with me.” The myriad fetishes along the shaman’s staff chime against each other as the Kakari guides you into the building. Easing itself down onto a nearby seat, it bids you to remain where you are, settling comfortably against the unyielding stone. “And they are strong with you as well.”

You nod respectfully, hiding your surprise at the shaman’s grasp of Basic. “In my order, we call it ‘The Force.’”

“Hmmmmm...” the Kakari muses as it stokes the embers of a fire, setting a ceramic to boil. Grabbing a fistful of leaves from a nearby container, they are dropped within the pot. Within seconds, the building fills with the scent of aromatic herbs. “Similar, we are. We draw upon the energies of the universe and channel the power of our ancestors and beloved ones.

It extends a bony hand out towards you. “I am Bos, Grand Shamanka of Chieftain-King Trax, Speaker for the Spirits and Guardian of the Sunstone.”

You take it, shaking firmly. “Farren Gaelle. Padawan of the Jedi Order.” Pausing, you glance towards the artificial source of light. “...I take it that’s the Sunstone?”

“Indeed.” The two of you settle into your cushions as she checks the kettle. “A relic of a forgotten time, once useless and derided, but now serves as the heartbeat of the Kakari.

“You must have a great many questions.”

You enthusiastically agree. “I do.”

She makes a trilling noise, which you perceive to be a chuckle. “I have been many things in my life. Daughter, sister, lover, wife...now, I am now but a humble shamanka who attends to the Kakari...of what few remain. Because of the False Mother-”

In any other circumstance, you might have held your tongue. But with time to digest the vision you had, you have a pretty good feeling of what she’s about to speak about. “You mean...Jombaral?” Her maw snaps shut and her eyes dart towards you with a piercing glare. “...I had a vision, I think...a vision of a tree with countless roots and four arms...”

The shaman immediately sobers, and her tone brokers no nonsense. “Tell me what you saw.”

>>You explained the vision you had of the entity that craved for love and desired to love in turn.

Bos’ eyes darken, and she spits into the fire. “It is indeed her. The False Mother, the one named after a goddess...Jombaral.”

“I can tell you that she isn’t a deity,” you idly note, “Whatever she is, the False Mother is just a...really powerful Force Entity.”

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“Your ‘Force’ is made up of the energy of the once-living? Same as our spirit’s power.” The Force thickens around her as she gestures to a nearby cabinet, levitating a small container of sugar that she promptly dumps into the kettle. “Can you claim to have killed something that is not alive? Or something of pure energy?”

For a moment, you think about telling her about the wonderful concept of batteries and power converters, but you decide not to be a smartass. At least, not until the situation becomes clearer. But you cough, saying, “I saw what she did to your ancestors. And what this planet once was.”

“Kakarit...” Bos shakes her head. “Once an endless dune, an eternal plain of sand scorched by the sun. But it was during a star’s eruption that truly made the planet intolerable to live in. Egg-clutches cooked in their shells, oasis and springs became vapor and steam...desperate, my ancestors were, and did not think when they called her down from the heavens.

“Almost every single tree that you see upon the surface was once a Kakari,” she intones gravely, “Changed and mutated to be more like the False Mother. The planet itself was a tomb for us, and she offered something they could not refuse: immortality. Only at the last moment did they realize this ‘Rebirth’ was not something they could have desired.”

...those trees were tall, weren’t they? Pretty thick to, unusually so even for a run-of-the-mill jungle planet. And considering how densely populated the entire landmass is with superflora...

The shaman continues her story, ignoring the shiver that goes down your spine, “We retreated to the darkest depths and sealed off the entrance. And eventually, as the centuries passed, we could sense her leaving. To where? We cannot say. For what purpose? It eludes our seers.

“But I know this much. the womb has been hollow for millennia, and her throne is empty. But the Call of Jombaral still echoes through the jungle, calling for Children to be reunited with their Mother...”

You offer no answer beyond a thin, grim line that your mouth contorts into. Saving Arotta and her master seemed to be its own trial...but you can’t ignore this. Even though you aren’t a full Jedi Knight, you are still a Jedi Sentinel, a Shadow, a hunter of all things that would be aberrations against the Light Side of the Force.

“I have not seen the sun in one hundred and thirty-two years,” Bos states. “The Sunstone can only do so much.”

“Are you in danger?”

She shakes her head. “No, but the Golden Sunstone was never meant to burn bright for untold millennia. Kakari cannot go for more than a week without sunlight and not be expected to live.”

...that’s really bad.

“But do not worry yourself with our troubles. I sense that you have come to this planet with your own business to attend to, and that saving us is only a tertiary objective.”

You protest vehemently, “No, of course not-”

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“I am not offended,” she croons, “Troxl did not lie; your arrival and desires spells many things turning for the better for the Kakari...”

From her robes, she unfurls a long stretch of vellum, revealing a map of the planet in all its glory. You spot the river where the Clones and Separatists are fighting, mountain ranges and ruins of the old Kakari surface dwellings. As well as what appears to be an extensive layout of the underground caves.

“I have taken the liberty of consulting the scouts who brave the surface for the latest news. The arrival of the White Warriors and the Metal Without Song caused quite a large disturbance. I can relate to you all that you would wish to hear...

“But first!” Bos fetches two ceramic cups, and takes the kettle off of the fire. She pours the two of you a full serving of tea, even as she unrolls a map of the nearby jungle. “Drink and warm your belly. And as you do so, I will relate to you the locations of what you would like to seek...and fret not! It is perfectly safe to drink...”

>>The tea is extremely delicious, and she gives you a small pouch to take with you once your business is finished.

>>It is the Early Morning.
>>From this choice onward, you have only 4 Days to complete your business and return back to Mylar-3 within Master Larid’s imposed limit.

>>Each task will roughly take you about a day’s worth of time.

>>What will you do first?
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
>You will traverse the darkest jungles to the Heart of Kakarit and search for Padawan Arotta Bashur. [High Danger]
>You will delve into depths of the planet to the Womb of Jombaral and rescue Master Uyer Kosa. [Extreme Danger]

||VOTE OPEN FOR SEVEN HOURS||
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>>4055124
>>You will traverse the darkest jungles to the Heart of Kakarit and search for Padawan Arotta Bashur. [High Danger]
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>>4055124
>You will traverse the darkest jungles to the Heart of Kakarit and search for Padawan Arotta Bashur. [High Danger]
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>>4055124
Man so we're not even dealing with the full frontal force entity, just her backwash? This is some Force Bullshit right here. Also will this take like, a day or so? Cause if it takes longer than a day I choose
>You will traverse the darkest jungles to the Heart of Kakarit and search for Padawan Arotta Bashur. [High Danger]
If not I choose
>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
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>>4055124
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
Droids can't be infected, and we need more fighting power to get through to the base of the jungle.

Plus, Arotta's probably already infected. You know, set in stone and all that.
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>>4055124
>>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
-get our droid to recruit them
-we only got one hand atm, so lets at least start with the low danger mission pls
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>>4055124
Mother of updates, that was beautiful.

Let's start with the easy stuff and work out way up. We can use help with finding our jedi.
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]

Then


>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
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>>4055135
They don't have a droid leader afaik, why would B-33 be any better at it?

But I agree,
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
We're at our lowest right now and should take it easy.
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>>4055124
>>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
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>>4055124
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
Gimme some clanky bois
We'll need them to save Bluetits.
Lucky we didn't waste any time, we can do all four!
Clankers then Arotta then Clones then Uyer.
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>>4055124
We have 4 days to find Arotta how long does each goal take?
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>>4055124
Nvm
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
Then after that Arotta
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>>4055124
>You will traverse the darkest jungles to the Heart of Kakarit and search for Padawan Arotta Bashur. [High Danger]
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>>4055124
>>You will traverse the darkest jungles to the Heart of Kakarit and search for Padawan Arotta Bashur. [High Danger]
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>trying to find arotta
>instead of finding the far more valuable master
>when both are trees anyway
Fuckin kakarit. I hate this place.
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>>4055124
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
First things first, we should try and do this without droids shooting at us as well.
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First of all, we need information.
How do these creatures speak basic?
How many warriors & force adepts can they field?
What weaponry & cavalry do they have?
How did hostilities develop between themselves & the Clones/CIS?
How did the Empire go about finding out about the parasites & quarantining the planet?
How did our ship get us underground?
Where is our Wookiee friendship-slave?
What are the Children of Jombalia weak against/susceptible to?
What information do they have on the Clones, Seps, & Jedi, & how do they know where they are?
How do they enter & exit their caverns safely?
What information did we get from the FOB computer & what sort of timeline did it's logs give us?
Do they expect us to go to war against the Droids & Clones? Seemed so based on the croc warrior's words earlier.
Have they ever encountered the manifestation, and if so, how do they ward it off or damage it?
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>>4055124
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]

I like the idea of expendable non-organics to help out in this heart of darkness.
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We should have their shaman or whatever examine Elbows to make sure he didn't get zucced up by that fruit gusher.

We should also warn the Zaterrans to stay underground regardless of how things turn out when it's all said & done in case the Empire glasses the surface.

Let's leave a communicator here with the chief-king or whoever his highest subordinate is who speaks basic to coordinate our attacks once we begin our operations.

We're attuned through the Force with our lightsaber crystal, so if we attach it to our Nomianan Heavy Mando Blaster Pistol, perhaps through a local resin formed seal, our accuracy despite lack of training & experience will be improved. Let's do that.

As for our options, first we should build up our strength via allies. Use our tactikool robit as an ambassador to ally with the Seps. Honesty may be the best policy with them, so long as they don't think they can trade us in to the Empire for amnesty. Tell them about the Purge & say that no Jedi nor Separatist are being shown any mercy. Find out how they avoided/bypassed the shutdown signal. Hook Elba up with a Blaster cannon from a vehicle & a repeating blaster. Give Suzel two carbines & a belt of detonators. Rig the Droids sent with us to self-destruct via their own power supply upon physical contact with the enemy. We wiped out the CIS artillery but likely the Mokujin AA as well, so the remaining Sep craft should be able to give us air support.
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>>4055124
Did the untainted clones receive Order 66? If so,
>>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
If not,
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
And then start looking for Jedi. Travel to here took a day, right? We're gonna have to leave one of these options out, but I guess we could call Laird at the end of the 4th day and say we're on our way back. See if he sticks around...
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>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
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>>4055124
>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
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>>4055124
>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]

Sure is lucky we didn’t stop to salvage.
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Advise the Seps to update their targeting parameters to fire upon Porgs. We might be able to (re-)arm ourselves with a wrist-rocket launcher-arm mechanism, as well as our Droid & Elba. Better yet, let's just shove HK onto a B2 or any better models they have. Grab some detonators for ourselves & our Droids while we're at it.

Once Slann-Cylon relations are established, we should approach the Clones ahead of our CIS allied' advance & establish an emergency truce, linking up both forces to continue on to Blueberry. The Clones are likely hostile due to Heinz 57 or uh Order 66 (which we still don't know the name/number of IC though Larid might), so we should suppress our power level upon meeting them. Unless they seem to be against the Purge order we should decieve them about where we're headed, claiming that a supply cache from the space battle wreckage crashed full of sealed rations, medical supplies, arms, power sources, etc. We can even say it's what drew us to the planet, as scavengers who happened to see it fall as we were passing through the system.

Before we go after Master Uyer, let's make sure we're rollin' with droidekas.

Once we've reached everyone, ferry any remaining clones who are neither hostile nor infected to the Separatist position with whatever supplies they have left, fly up to the space wreckage, locate an intact turbolaser we can get running, coordinate targeting data with the remaining clones/Seps & lizards, & then, finally, in closing,
Fuck.
This.
Gay.
Earth.

So,
>Droids
Then
>Clones
Then
>Blueberry
Then
>Master Blueberry
Then
Listen to Arsonists Get All The Girls while playing Turbolaser Forest Fire Simulator
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One last thing: is the desolation of moloch where the local Yids sacrifice kids? Or to be more PC, Neimodians/Muuns.

Thanks for the 'yuge update last night QM.
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>>4055124
Let's lower the danger first
>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
Then we search for Arotta
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We can't even eat the damned things

>>4055124
>>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists.

We need fire support and we need info. It would seem that Clankers have both
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>>4055155
Ditto
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>>4055124
>>You will bridge the rapid expanse of the Apatorex River and attempt for a truce with the Separatists. [Low Danger]
Glad we didn't stop to check the ships.
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>>4055124
>>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
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>>4055124
>>You will journey to the Desolation of Moloch to seek out Commander Skipp and his untainted clones. [Medium Danger]
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>>You will bridge the rapid expanses of the Apatorox and attempt to negotiate a ceasefire/truce with the Separatist Remnant.

There is much in the way of data pertinent to your mission, the likes of maps, topographical data and other tables related to the Kakarit campaign. Suzel presents them to you at your return to the Albatross; the L9-Explorer had been parked in some quiet, underground cave just a ways away from the city proper. The droids are pleased to see your continued function, but Elba had nearly broken your back with a hug.

"You should've seen it," the Nagai communicates as he uploads data to your datapad. "One moment, there's nothing but a ruined ziggurat...and the prince jumps off the ship, sprints to the front of the stairs, and taps something in code. Next thing you know, the whole bloody temple slides over, huge hole in the ground big enough for me to fly the ship through..."

Of particular interest is the data entries and communications of the Clones. As far as you can tell, Commander Skipp is a hardened soldier with years of experience and dozens of operations. But while he has high expectations for the men under his command, he doesn't go out of his way to micromanage or otherwise interfere with the rank and file.

>>Day 01
"Commander's Log. This planet is a backwater, but at least we can breathe down here. Curse all the Seppies to catch us here and force a fight. Made planetfall a few hours ago..."

But you skim forward towards when the campaign takes a turn for the worst. You gloss over skirmishes and routine checkups, reserving your attention only for the most interesting (and disturbing) entries.

>>Day 18
"Transferring command to Major Marcs, now Acting-Commander as of three hours ago. Commander Skipp suffered severe cranial damage after a skirmish with a bunch of clankers in the jungle. Force help us if he doesn't make it. The Jedi have already authorized the full battery of treatment in order to preserve his life.

"We...we can't lose him."

>>Day 23
"The men have been hearing strange things coming from the jungle at night. Infrared doesn't reveal anything. Doubled the patrols; nobody goes on a walk without a battle-buddy.

>>Day 29
"Scouts report encountering a bipedal reptilian, armed with a spear and wooden shield as it stalked through the forest. Attempts to facilitate communication resulted in failure. The native ran off faster than they could catch them."

>>Day 36
"We took Commander Skipp out of of the bacta. All that Uyer says is that it's all up to him. Brain activity's reading as normal, but he's out like a light. Hopefully, we'll still leave some clankers for him to scrap once he wakes up."

>>Day 43
"Canister of supplies went missing last night. Cameras spotted our lizard friend skulking around the depot."

(cont.)
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>>4055623
Do the porgs have enough brains to frame lizards and force the clones to eat the fruit?
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>>4055689
I don't think the fruit needs any help with convincing people to eat it.
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>>4055623
So the lizardbros were probably just disposing of any pyscho fruit boxes
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>>Day 45
“Separatists have stopped shelling us. Scanning their comms doesn’t reveal anything beyond a disagreement of what the protocol droid prepared the commander for dinner. Clankers just stood there for four hours before they resumed. Used the break to patch up the front lines against the river and repair the worst of the damage.”

>>Day 46
“Damn and blast it! Droid infiltrators destroyed our main water storage facility. The backups and emergency tanks were undamaged, but we will need to find a local source of water. Kamino training states that most life-forms in the galaxy require water to survive; if we can’t use the lizard native, then we’ll find something else.

>>Day 50
“Skirmish at the front line. Bashur pulled a droideka into the rapids. All kinds of messed-up, watching the roly-poly flail around and screech as it drowned in the depths of the river. Took the fun out of the kill really quickly...I’m feeling sorry for a droid. Maybe this planet’s starting to get to me as well...”

>>Day 52
“Scouts located a lake for us to refill our canisters. All we had to do was follow those noisy, screechy bird-things. Better yet, they found a steady source of fresh supplies. There’s a grove of fruit they found growing around the reservoir. They harvested as many as they could and returned to Firebase Charlie as fast as the A6 would let them.

“I...I don’t have the words to describe it. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Bashur herself wolfed down three before Master Uyer could advise moderation. Not that it stopped her from having a small slice of her own...”

>>Day 56
“Spotted the lizard once more. This time, he went for both our supplies and a crate of the fruits. It’s a line drawn too far, even with the fruit supplementing our forces. Bashur and the clones want to set a trap or set blasters to ‘stun’ to catch our thief. But Master Uyer insists on a more holistic approach.

I’ve left it up to her discretion. I honestly don’t care if he’s hungry for the MRE’s. We’ve got more than enough of the fruit to last us several months into the campaign, if need be.

>>Day 59
“Lost another squad in the jungle, searching for a way to flank the Separatists. One second, they were reporting back on a strategic position, and the next...nothing.

>>Day 60
“Battle up in space rages on. The Seppie’s downed one of our Venators. Now, it’s a fair fight, most of the clones joke. Two Venators against...what’s the count now, three, four of those cruisers?”

>>Day 62
“Troops are hearing more noise, starting to see things in the jungle that aren’t supposed to be there. And now, the Jedi are starting to as well. Bashur wants to lead a platoon into the jungle and figure out what the hell is going on. Uyer advises caution: ‘this planet is unusually strong in the Force...’

“At this point, I’d take whichever action helps us get a good night’s worth of sleep...”

(cont.)
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>>4056120
Bashur herself wolfed down three before Master Uyer could advise moderation. Not that it stopped her from having a small slice of her own...”
Time to leave.
Arotta is a tree.
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>>4056120
>Bashur herself…
Alright so she's dead, it was set in stone just like losing to to the tree guy. Change objective to leaving the planet as soon as possible.
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>>4056127
>>4056128
You imply that there won't be some way to unwood her...
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>>4056128
Yeah after reading that, why are we still here?
It's confirmation the two are dead.
Uyer is probably Darth Coniferous and Arotta is probably a happy little tree by now.
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>>4056120
Damn. Even the fucking jedi master ate some of the fruit? What kind of shit Resolve did he have?
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>>4056136
Yeah, being frozen in carbonite amd braindeath?
MAYBE possible to fix.

Literally having your body be overwritten into a tree?
You
Are
Fucked.
Lmao.
No Force magic is helping you there.
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Let's just fuck off to Tatooine and train with Obi Wan for two decades.
I've had enough of this suffering faggotry.
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>>4056140
Now hear me out, why don't we kill the shit out of the tree force spirit with a fuckton of droids + air support.
Perhaps that will untree. The clone treeple just had tree over themselves?
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>>4056128
I'm not nearly that cruel. Arotta is still alive and un-tree'd, I can guarantee you that 100%. It takes a long time for the Eechi to take hold, and for Jombaral to overwrite a victim into a plant. Only reason False Mother had an easier time turning the clones into her Children is because of their DNA. They're bred to grow and develop faster in Kamino, and thus are more susceptible to Jombaral's genetic and sub-molecular manipulations.
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>>4056139
I find it funny that the master of countless years fell to food, and the Padawan of a Not-CIA-Jedi has a stronger willpower despite being weaker in the force than other jedi.

>>4056145
But anon, we gotta make Smokey Bear pissed as fuck before we go!
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>"Oh wow, this fruit grove is full of fruit! And the natives and animals aren't touching it! And it's delicious! We should eat all of them!"
Jangoes confirmed absolutely fucking retarded.
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>>4056152
Oh, you shouldn't have done that. How will the thread stay afloat now?
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>>4056152
To be honest, you could have just left Arotta's fate up in the air but kept the mention of the clones DNA being more easy to corrupt so we could put two and two together.
But I understand why you needed to bring that tidbit up.
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>>4056157
Never let anybody tell you that Resolve(Wisdom) is bad.
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>this whole planet
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>>4056168
>Let's just turn this into a Daemon World and shove it into the Warp
>Huh, everything actually went better than before
The Warp: The Universe's Garbage Dump
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>>4056157
>average jedi master
>eats food for whole life
>doesn't really question much, jedi can work toxins out of their system remarkably well after all

>be padawan to one of the most paranoid dudes in the galaxy
>he probably legit got his food poisoned by his master many times
>learned that poison tends to smell the sweetest

I mean if you think about it willpower wasn't the only thing going into it. But it certainly does help.
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>>Day 63
“Bashur and her master had a falling out. Couldn’t tell what was wrong, but I overheard something. Padawan’s been on edge, insisting that there’s something out there. Uyer agreed. But they differ in approach. The master advises caution; her apprentice desires swift action.

>>Day 64
“Bashur is gone. She disappeared and took with her a full platoon’s worth of clone troopers. Master Uyer is beyond furious. But I didn’t comment, because I allowed her to leave. If the Padawan can do what the master can’t or will not do, then all the more power to her.

“...maybe she’ll figure out what’s going on with this planet.”

>>Day 68
“Space battle’s finally over, but the Lucrehulk ejected its core just before it blew up. Of all the places to crash onto the planet, it decided to land right on the opposite end of the river. The only good thing to come out of this is more reinforcements from above to deal with this mess.”

>>Day 73
“Checked myself into the medical ward after weeks of denying it. I’m...finally hearing things. Same as all the others, and seeing things as well, images and shadows in the corner of my vision. Crossy says it’s the stress of command getting to me, but both he and I know that it isn’t the case.”

>>Day 74
“I...I see a woman. I’ve never seen her before in my life, but...I know her. I know her, and the illusiveness is enough to tear my heart out of my chest. She haunts my dreams, every waking moment, but whenever I think to see her out the corner of my eyes or in the space between the trees...she’s gone.”

>>Day 80
“I’m not alone. The others have started seeing her too. Master Uyer makes no comment, encouraging us to stay focused on the task at hand. But I’ve fought with her long enough to know that she’s experiencing the same thing. But instead of confusion or loss, anger follows her around like a palpable storm. Question is...who’s the one that haunts her?”

>>Day 85
“She was in the forest! All of us woke up to hear her screaming, fighting against the Clankers with only a blaster rifle in her hands. She wouldn’t let them...take her children. She wouldn’t let any of them take or hurt her little Jango...

“Uyer tried to stop us, but we didn’t listen. We all ran into the forest, all the veterans of the Kakarit campaign and some of the relief as well. We didn’t care that some of us went without armor, or that we went up against a full company of battle droids.

“She was the mother of our progenitor. And she considered us to be her children as well, enough to place herself before the enemy with naught but the clothes of a housewife. That was all the justification we needed to go out and fight, no matter how many losses we suffered and unprepared we were.

"We remembered what the Kaminoans sought to deprive from us.

"For the first time in all of our lives, we finally understood what it felt like to have a Mother."

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>>4056120
>Day 52
>Day 62
So it took ten days roughly for everyone to start suffering from auditory hallucination with the fruit and for some, visual as well
>Day 85
When the clones that ate the fruit are good as gone.

Approximation of elapsed time from consumption to near/complete corruption for Clones: 33 days.
Shit's fucked yo.
I'm pretty much convinced that this is straight up an Abnormality that escaped Lobotomy Corp and jumped into the Star Wars Universe.
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>>4056216
Star Wars has some messed up shit itself. But goddamn, one piece of fruit nearly fucked us up, imagine having a whole grove hit you with that shit.
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>>4056227
Yeah agreed, with at least a minimum of three meals a day with the fruit supplementing some of the rations. That's at least 33+ fruit a trooper, maybe more if some had more of a hunger than others. We also should consider that rations are probably not the most tastiest thing in the galaxy since it's almost a law of the universe that MRE must be subpar to garbage in taste, combo that with being stuck on Not-Vietnam and you got yourself grounds for easy dice fails.
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>>4056244
>it's almost a law of the universe that MRE must be subpar to garbage in taste
Unless it's the one good type. Like sometimes it's the spaghetti that tastes like real food. Other brands have the corned beef taste like mostly meat. There's always the one "good" kind. And it always goes missing first.
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>>4056256
We should go back to the days when MREs contained a mini pack of Lucky Strike to wash the taste out of your mouth.
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>>4056256
>There's always the one "good" kind. And it always goes missing first.
Exactly, it goes against the Law of Shit MREs and thus the universe attempts to correct that sin.
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>>4056216
Aboleth can do far far worse even more quickly.
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>>Day 86
“We must have fought an entire battalion of B1 and B2 droids that evening. The scrap piled as high as our knees. My blaster ran out of ammunition long before dawn broke. In my fury, I didn’t even realize that I was using it as a club, or that the battle had been over for a long time before Mother broke me out of my rage.

“She cradled my face...whispered that she was so proud of the man that I’d become. It didn’t even matter that I wasn’t Jango Fett, just a clone of her son that was nothing more than a number to the rest of the Republic or the Separatists.

“I was Marcs to her. We were our own, all four hundred of us that stormed into the jungle to save her. Mother greeted us each by our names and spoke of our past and how we came to this planet. She spoke of Crossy’s record as a field medic on ‘nosis, of how Shields was the only survivor in his original batch, praising Bling for his sniper marksmanship...

“...we were all known to her. And it didn’t matter if we weren’t begotten directly from her. We were still her sons.

“She fussed over us, brushing the dirt from our armor and dabbing at the scrapes and cuts with a little bit of cloth. It...it nearly brought me to my knees. Shields was weeping after she’d brushed away a speck of dirt on his kneecap. And he wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by emotions. We were all drawn so desperately to her...our mother.

“We gathered around her in that clearing, kneeling among the sparking corpses of the clankers. She promised all of us that she would take care of us. The Republic treated us like disposable objects, and we were no different in the Separatists’ eyes. We no longer belonged to any of them...the Jedi, or the Senate, or the Chancellor...but especially not those damned cloners.

“We only belonged to her, as children do to a parent. And she promised that we would receive what we truly deserved. Mother would take care of us.”

>>Day 87
“Master Uyer is missing! The Jedi was absent from the camp when we had returned. Worse, is Commander Skipp, who had likewise vanished from his stretcher in the medical ward. We had been so excited to show her to him, and have him enter our fold, be accepted into Mother’s arms. She was deeply saddened and troubled, but promised to go looking for him whenever she had the opportunity...”

>>Day 90
“The admiral is demanding for a full account and debriefing of the last three months of warfare, as well as an answer for the disappearance of the two Jedi. I have taken the liberty of supplying the messenger with a crate full of Eechi fruit. And to our surprise, Mother wished to go as well with my sergeants. She had not been in space for a very long time, and wants to accomplish both a brief journey into the stars and a meeting with her future children..."

(cont.)
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>>4056274
>>Day 90
OH FUCK IT LEFT THE PLANETOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK! SHEEV PLS STOP THIS!
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>>4056274
Oh shit, so that's what happened.
Palpatine, you got some shit to take care of, ok buddy?
>>4056278
Sheev gon fuck this dumb plant fucker up.
I have faith in based Sheev.
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>>4056274
>I have taken the liberty of supplying the messenger with a crate full of Eechi fruit.
Well shit.
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>>4056274
>Mother Is Now Off World.
SHEEV! VADER! DO THE ONLY THING YOUR GOOD AT AND FUCKING KILL THE BITCH!
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>>4056282
Palpatine has probably already dealt with it.
Surface wipes are in order.
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>>4056283
>>4056279
>>4056285
BELIEVE IN THE SHEEV AND THE SKYWALKER!
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>>4056288
Ani has already fucking killed 3 Force Entities, who cares about dumb plant.
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Hey maybe Skipp has gone full Punished Snake after all. Complete with all of his men dying. Neat.
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>>4056315
>Through the power of lucky dice rolls and good character choices we have Punished Skipp as our newest party member
>He can teach us the basics of CQC
I can dig it.
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>>4056319
>Come on Skipp, I know how to fight.
>[farren gets hip tossed through a crate]
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>>Day 92
“We are betrayed! Our brethren have rejected Mother, and have sought to kill her! And the craven scum would rather destroy one of their ships rather than accept her love...we heard her screams, and scrambled to the transport ships to go and rescue her...but we were too late.

“The ship she was on was scuttled by her own crew, and left a floating hulk in orbit. And the other Venator was quick to escape, but not before destroying our transport ships with lance strikes from orbit. The Republic has shown its true colors by abandoning us here and attempting to murder our Mother!

“But she survived. She and one of my sergeants escaped the explosion. At the very least, we have one space-worthy vehicle beyond what few fighter wings we have. Mother will be returning to recover, but only for a short time. She will depart for the stars once she’s healed, to journey the galaxy in search for more of her Children...”

>>Day 104
“The Man in Black demands for Order 66 to be given. The Jedi have been branded as traitors to the Republic. But we were no longer beholden to the Man in Black, nor to the Republic that he helms. As I told him this, something...deep within my heart caused me to question this. I was...I am a Clone...a soldier of the Republic...

"...but I am also my mother’s son...

“The second demand went unanswered. Mother approached from behind, gently removing the communicator from my hands. And she told the Man in Black that he was no longer our master. He had only a moment to look afraid before she crushed the communicator with her bare hands.”

>>Day 111
“...I miss her terribly...we all miss her so terribly much...”

>>Day 119
"This is Acting-Commander Marcs...I've set up a distress beacon for the company and few of us that remain. Commander's missing...and so's something else. But I can only hope that somebody comes looking."

...and that is the end of the entries.

>>How will you approach the Separatist position?
>Out in the open field, underneath a flag of ceasefire.
>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts found.
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>>4056354
>Sheev was scared of Mother
Okay I am now scared absolutely shitless. I really think this is The Mortis Mother now guys.
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>>4056365
You mean Abeloth?

if so shit is FUCKED

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Abeloth
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>>4056354
>>Out in the open field, underneath a flag of ceasefire.
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>>4056354
>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts found.

The Separatists are probably rightly paranoid enough to believe a cease-fire is just a plot by the wildlife to invade their sanctuary, so let's just invade without telling them and assure them that we're just as much an enemy of the wildlife as they are. Plus if we go out in the open that just makes us an excellent target.
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>>4056365
>>4056380
Shut the fuck up you smoothbrain niggers.

>>4056354
>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts found.
>Then present them with peace terms.

So Palpatine knows about about Kakarit. Base Delta-Zero soon, brothers.
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>>4056354
>>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts found.
So who wants to bet we're either going to have to kill Arotta or Uyer because Mother ate their spirit and is puppetting their body?
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>>4056354
>Out in the open field, underneath a flag of ceasefire.
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>>4056365
Palpatine is very very very paranoid. When something truly unexpected happens he really fucking doesn't like it. Give him a week and he'll already have something worked up in case he ever meets the discount dryad. Probably a flamethrower. Napalm is good.
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>>4056354
>>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts
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>>4056416
He knows Force Fire. So. Yeah.
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>>4056162
It's because the anons in these threads are overly sensitive.
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>>4056354
>>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts found.
Bring the goddamn Super Tactical Droid. Also HK because he amuses me.
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>>4056436
Sometimes it's emotion. Other times it's usually not being able to connect the dots because they can't read a person's thoughts.
>>4056354
>You will sneak in through the route the Scouts found.
And like other Anons said. Grab the Tactical Droid.
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>>4056439
>Bring the goddamn Super Tactical Droid.

>"Master, is stealth optional for this mission?"
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If Papa Palpy knows then we can only assume that he'll be sending a fleet to glass this planet in due time. We need to make sure we get the Seps on our side so lizardbros have a way to get off the planet.
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Still need those answers from the lizards, and a witch doctor exam for Elbows.

Seconded on the two droids.

Where is it depicted that Force Fire is an actual thing in any of the lore?

>You will sneak through . . .
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>>4056470
Where we're going we don't need lore.
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>>4056470
>Where is it depicted that Force Fire is an actual thing in any of the lore?
It's known more as Pyrokinesis.
https ://starwars.fandom .com/wiki/Pyrokinesis
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>>4056467
Best bet is to warn them to remain underground after their warriors help us break sticks. So we leave a magic voice stone for them.
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>>4056470
>Where is it depicted that Force Fire is an actual thing in any of the lore?
Palpatine explodes Leia's lightsaber with The Force during Dark Empire.
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>>4056417
>>4056439
>>4056451
>>4056460
>>4056470

>You decide to have both B-33 and HK-82 accompany you on your sojourn to the Separatist stronghold.

>However, this leaves Elba and Suzel on their own devices.

>>What will you have them do while you are gone?
>Have them come with you, of course! You'll need all the friends you can get if negotiations with the Sep's turn south.
>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
>Take the Albatross into orbit around Kakarit and have them salvage what they can from the debris of the battlefield.
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>>4056354
>Out in the open field, underneath a flag of ceasefire.
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>>4056614
Ditto
We need to scourge this world with an untemptable army
And get our waifu back
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>>4056613
>>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
Don’t want to risk them finding something in space.
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>>4056613
space is evidentally a shitshow too.
Just have them contact Commander Skipp. One of them is basically a tech.
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>>4056613
>Take the Albatross into orbit around Kakarit and have them salvage what they can from the debris of the battlefield.
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>>4056613
>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>>4056613
>>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>Send them to the mid atmosphere to make signal contact with Commander Skipp, with Elba doing the talking. . . and Suzel the translating. Also leave a communicator with the lizards and have Elba checked for tapeworms.
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>>4056613
>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>>4056613
>>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>>4056613
>>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>>4056687
I like how the clones didn't see the importance of the droids arguing about what their commander ate. Because the droids know not to give da froot to the kommandor.
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>>4056613
>Send the to search for Commander Skipp
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>>4056613
>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>>4056613
>>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>>4056613
>>Take the Albatross into orbit around Kakarit and have them salvage what they can from the debris of the battlefield.
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>>4056613
>>Send them to attempt contact with Commander Skipp, as the other missions are far too dangerous without a Jedi.
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>How do the Kakari speak Basic?

"Easy enough!" the shamanka crooned, tapping her forehead with a pointed talon. "I skimmed the surface of your friends' mind, similar to dipping a ladle in a well, and drank the knowledge of your tongue. They were very willing to establish coherent words when they brought you to me, broken and ailing."

>How many warriors and force adepts can they field?

"War-summons this may be, but Chieftain-King is the one to ask for warriors. Of the thousand in Nestling's End, there are three hundred Kakari Warriors ready for war.

"But to ask for Force Adepts...I oversee those in the Communion with our ancestors. I control only a dozen with proficient strength enough to resist the Call of the False Mother."

>What weaponry/cavalry do you have?

"Spears and swords and shields, and Warrior-Brood atop Bronkas. And smaller, lesser Sunstones channel energy into concentrated beams when embedded within crossbow casings or wreathe blades in energy."

>Hostilities between Clones/CIS?

"The White Warriors are tainted. And Metal-Without-Song shot at our scouts unprovoked."

>How did our ship get underground?

"I asked the spirits nicely. We have many ruined temples above the surface, constructed out of the same stone as the Ancestor Pillars and the Firmament. I allowed the temple to open wide enough for your ship to enter the World Beneath. It is the same way our scouts emerge from the World Beneath."

>How is Elba?

"He is fine. He came to me, greatly aggrieved and fearful about turning into a tree. Fortunately, your command to reject the fruit came in time. Elbawaraak only consumed a portion of the Eeche's nectar, which serves as the main addictive component that drives consumers mad. It was easy enough to purge with a strong enough laxative, but extremely messy to clean up."

>What are the Children of Jombaral weak against?

To your amazement, she opens her hands, and with the power of the Force, manifests a ball of flames that dances merrily above her palm. And with another gesture, she sends it spinning around the small confines of her domicile.

"Cleansing flame is the False Mother's Bane, be it Spirit Fire, or sparks conjured by flint and tinder."

>Information and how do they know where everybody is?

"Our scouts have centuries of experience in surveying the land and evading the Children. Searching for your missing Jedi was an easy exercise for them...

"However, I must caution you about the one that descended into the Womb. The blue one was intent on destroying it...and that is a place where even the bravest of our warriors fear to tread."

>Do you expect us to go to war alone against the Droids and Clones?

"For the time being. Our own warriors are preoccupied with patrolling the tunnels and warrens, purging and hunting any of the Children that may have passed the Firmament. Perhaps in a day or two, we will be able to supplement your forces, but not for this day."

||VOTE LOCKED FOR CMDR. SKIPP||
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>>4057565
>"Cleansing flame is the False Mother's Bane, be it Spirit Fire, or sparks conjured by flint and tinder."

You heard her bois, IT'S NAPALM TIME
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I must admit, my gut dropped reading that the Jedi had eaten the fruit, and when the entity escaped the planet. Good writing all around. Don't throw so many bones to the complainers QM, you're running a great quest.

Let's ask her to train us in basic Force Fire. Then demonstrate Sever Force on a plant or worm or something, & ask if it would be effective against the Children of Jumbalaya to cure or at least weaken them.

Also, back to my attuned lightsaber crystal on a blaster idea, do that & ask if we can have a lesser sunstone to enhance Elba's vibro-sword.

Last thing to do underground is explaining that we are attempting to unite the Kakari, uninfected White Warriors, & the Tone-Deaf Clankers against the Louisiana Gumbo Kids. Offer to return later & assist them against the foreigners if a lasting peace cannot be achieved, but also warn them of the Empire's unstoppable & inevitable exterminatus.

Tell Elba & Suzel not to reveal our Jedi status unless they seem friendly to them still when asked about the two Jedi commanders. Claim to be loyal citizens of the Republic first of all, and see if they mention an Empire. Scavengers will be our cover profession. No harm in bringing up our air raid against the Seps and subsequent ambush from Mokujins. Make it clear that we have to work something out with the robits if at all possible for us all to survive.

What is the Desolation anyway?
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>[fortunate son intensifies]
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>>4057730
PRAISE THE LORD AND PASS THE AMMUNITION!
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OP, why is it so choo-choo in here? You have a combat system so lets use it. Instead of telling us what happens, let us roll for it. This way we could have some actual engagement and avoid cheap tricks like Ms. Paperweight or "lol he overpowers you and severs Force". You HAVE the mechanics to address these things. Use them.
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>>4057957
Honestly it wouldn't make a difference.

>roll literally perfectly
>still fail because just straight up not strong enough
>now people bitch even harder because rolling well doesn't help
Just move on my friend.
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>>4057963
This
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>>4057957
>Calm your tits, we'll be rolling to kill things after we're done talking
>If we started rolling for elba and the others this quest would take forever
>Who needs rolls when you have FIRE
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>>4057963
Didn't that basically happen when we tried to Sever the Revenant? Except they accepted that becauae "Oh, he's an ancient Sith so it's okay", god forbid a Force entity do the same.
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>>4057957
We're in a proactive and reactive role, if we were the only ones driving events in this universe the quest would get boring real quick. Running into fire then complaining about getting burned is kinda sad.

>>4057972
Yep, it was 1 off from being a crit, but we couldn't successfully sever her.
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>>4057972
Eh, this was altogether different. With the Sith, we attempted something that we all didn’t really expect to work, and were basically proven right. In this case, we voted to go back to help a friend out of what outwardly appeared to be a dangerous, but entirely doable situation. But then an extremely powerful Force entity that there was no indication of showed up out of nowhere and ripped an arm off, with nary a roll of vote. If it had shown off and we’d gotten a vote and roll to take some kind of action, even if our chance of success was low, it wouldn’t be that bad, but instead it just showed up out of nowhere and crippled our arm without any interaction whatsoever on our part, like a cutscene.
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>>4058204
All the descriptions of the battle gave the impression that the things on this planet were extremely fierce, they were dismantling the building with their bare branches. We also knew they were force-weird, and we kept voting to stick around them and head into direct confrontation even. Its like walking into a dragons den to steal its gold and not expecting to get ate or charred to death.

Can we let this rest already it's plainly obvious that what happened was incredibly fair from all viewpoints.
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>>4058212
Oh hey it's the guy who says we should've voted to abandon one of our three crew members, and that it was 'totally fair' that we got crippled for not doing that. How've you been doing?
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>>4058215
I never said that, I've been consistent about that being a good choice, but expecting to extract someone from a situation like that with no consequences with our lack of power has made me somewhat irritated at the players.
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>>4058204
You mean to tell me that you expected there to be a Sith on the other end of the line, before the dice were even cast.
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>>4058221
I can't remember, are you also the guy who said we would've totally been able to change things in the set in stone cutscene if we specifically made our build to counter this foe that we had no idea existed? Because that's equally ridiculous.
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>>4058238
You can just highlight my ID then go look at my posts.
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Thats what I mean. Its not a quest with player engagement but an infodump with the "option" of turning either to page 41 or 57. There is a reason every good rpg uses dice. This is made all the more baffling because OP *has* the system.

And no anon, just because I want to roll to see if we can avoid a crushed arm doesnt mean we should roll to see if we can chew food without chocking. Use your noggin.
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>>4058892
see >>4057963

Kaz even said in-between his story posts that it happened too fast for us to react.
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>>4058899
Thats a very shit excuse. Not only are jedi fast enough to deflect blaster bolts, they can precog to see them before the gun even shoots. This goes doubly so if we were doing jedi speed on already high speedy-stats.

Not a reason but an excuse.
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>>4058902
Did you forget the part where that's dependent on being connected to the force and we were being suppressed?
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>>4058892
stfu
pls
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>>4058902
>they can precog to see them before the gun even shoots.
Tell that to all the clones.
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>>4058950
The disbelief of being betrayed by their own allies fucked with their heads.
And unless you're Yoda or Obi-Wan or Windu, you're pretty fucked if you're surrounded by hostiles with Blasters.
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>>4058903
Last I checked that was forced on us as well. Maybe we should have rolled to see to what degree it affects us? You know, roll the dice in the system we have? And then see if we can overcome that. With some dice. With the system we have.
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>>4058961
Literally no one wants to hear you whine senpai, go be a lil' salty sailor somewhere else because at this point it's just depressarino
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>>4059004
>senpai
S-sugoi!
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>>4059007
baka desu roody-poo
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Still there QM?

I think all the endless bitching got to him.
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>>4060545
Busy IRL, IIRC.
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>>4060545
He's busy working on stuff, atm
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Nah, I'm still here. I'm just swamped with doing stuff for my master's program. It's hard to find time to type when I'm being pulled in twelve different directions for multiple projects.
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>>4061082
finish your projects. we'll be here when you're ready
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>>4062367
he am were kill by porgs
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kaz is kill?
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>>4065603
"no"
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>>4065954
qq
close the door after you
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>>4065954
Sorry if you feel that way about that quest. You are entitled to your opinion, even if I consider it profoundly wrong. Hope you'll find a quest that will satisfy you.
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>>4065954
Fuck off nigger
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>>4066176
He's black?!
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>>4065970
>>4066153
>>4066176
>>4066245
IGNORE namefag posts
HIDE namefag posts
REPORT namefag posts
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>>4065954
Minus points for namefagging though.
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>>4067611
How has the QM railroaded anything? We didn't even have to go rescue anybody initially, we could've just fucked off to dantooine and made the second Jedi order with the younglings while waiting for our master to recover. ffs
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>>4067621
lol

Did you really miss where our choices were meaningless and the paperweight was "set in stone" from the start? Almost as if what we do has little consequences.. Almost as if we are going by what QM decides, not what we decide.... Almost like riding a train....

Calm your tits anon and take off the pink glasses.
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>>4067648
Yeah anon, going to new places and reacting to events that happened 2 weeks ago is railroading...

Continuing to make rash decisions instead of falling back, and getting injured as a result is railroading...

oh, wait...

And there are no other "Examples" of it anywhere else. This notion only ever arises when something you don't like happens, never when something you like does.
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>>4067652
"What is 'Chapter of a Book' for 200 please."

As I said before, picking which preset adventure we will choo-choo down does not a non-railroad make. The fact that the hand got borked with no rolls is another good example of railroading. Almost as if it was preordained....?

Also its good that you accept the paperweight as railroad. There is hope for you yet. And as an aside, if we rolled badly and the hand got tanked, thats something I am fully willing to accept. Hell, I prefer if death is an option as well (Black Company, for all its edge, is a good example of a fair system).
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>>4067652
I mean, I still think the 'oh yeah, you orchestrated a slave rebellion between two paragraphs' was really dumb and poorly paced.
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>>4067655
>Black Company, for all its edge, is a good example of a fair system
Didn't the gm pull a derp sometime around near the end of the game and had one of the members attempt a ritual to bring back one of the dead back to life and then had us roll for it even though the times we rolled was for when it was involving Prince?
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>>4067663
Also fair assessment.

>>4067663
Dont remember. Didnt strike me as someone too likely to fudge dice but I cant say he didnt either. Liked the fact that dice were involved to at least some degree.
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>>4067655
The problem here is that you people equate independent factions moving on their own with railroading. The character we're playing isn't a blank slate, he has his own thoughts on how to handle situations, so we get options that match his personality. Anyone who complains about railroading while conveniently ignoring all alternative choices is just complaining about getting a bad result. You also don't even know how Kaz is determining the result of things like the encounter with the entity, but from the descriptions it seems like it was specialized in suppression, and wanted our lightsaber gone, AND we're weak in the force, and maybe got a crit and completely overpowered us.

>>4067665
Sometimes rolls don't even matter but they satiate some innate desire to feel like you have some control over the outcome, even if it was pre-ordained either way. But Kaz has been giving us rolls when it's relevant to the actions we take.
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>>4067667
I can honestly see it now.
>Chose to be strong in the force rather than with a lightsaber
>Same players complaining about railroading in the force entity encounter are instead complaining about railroading after losing the duel with the revenant.

I really don't think there is way to convince them or to make all the players happy. There'll always be dipshits who feel slighted over dumb shit. Just gotta ignore them rather than give their arguments any legitimacy.
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>>Prior to sojourning back onto the surface, you decide to have a little consultation...

What had nearly begun as a reprimand for dropping her without warning on twelve temperamental younglings quickly turned into something else entirely. Kreia holds her silence, raising a cursory eyebrow at your bandaged arm, and listens intently to the events of the last few days. And though she doesn’t show it, she seems to be equal measures flattered and insulted that you took her holocron with her on your Trial of Spirit.

“I have not been a Jedi for nearly four thousand years, but I would think that this constitutes some measure of ‘cheating,’” she muses, “Perhaps the Trials have become more formalized, but this would still be the height of scandal to consult any other Jedi Master.”

Though still soft-spoken, she her words are delivered with the gentleness of a club. There’s a retort on your lips about her being little more than a semi-sentient construct, but you wisely decide to hold it back in.

“Would you believe me if I said that I only brought you along because I need a night-light in my berth?”

Kreia scoffs. “I was a teacher of many Jedi long before your birth, but I must admit that is the first time I have heard that excuse. Still, they would serve their purpose, would they not? Relics of the Light that give comfort to those afraid of the Dark..."

Ouch. Leave it to her to husk all the humor out of the room.

"I would strongly caution over-reliance on holocrons. There is nothing wrong in seeking wisdom and knowledge from the ancients, but to lean upon them like a crutch or cane would make for a perilous and deadly mistake.

“But enough of the banalities,” she continues firmly, “I can sense that there is something troubling you. I will grant you this one reprieve, but I will be the final arbiter of whether or not I will speak or answer, adjudicate whether or not it would compromise the struggle, both within and without.”

Something that you notice about Kreia is that her teachings are quite heterodox, even for a nearly four thousand year old woman. And after a day with training the Younglings, she’s somehow gotten them to not be resentful, or at least do a better job of hiding it. That gives you enough reason to at least put some credence in her words, if not cede some measure of trust.

She peers at you, folding her hands underneath her robes. “Did you come to me seeking validation for your actions? You still harbor doubts, even though your master sanctioned, if not outright blessed your departure.”

You shift in your seat. "I don't know. I'm fully committed to seeing this Trial through, but I have a terrible feeling about this place."

"Seek, then, the comfort of your companions. Why me in particular?"

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But she already knows, even before you open your mouth to answer. “Ah...they aren’t Force-sensitive. And thus are incapable of understanding the true horrors of the jungle or sympathizing with your plight. How painful was it, to be cut off from the Force in the instant that nearly saw your arm destroyed?”

“That’s not how I feel about them,” you refute sharply, uncomfortable at the memory. You aren’t nearly that cruel to disregard Suzel and Elba just because they don’t share your talents or deeper connection to the Force. “...but it was like I was submerged in a pool of water, unable to tell which end was up or down.”

“Semantics matter not.” Through the tip of her cowl, you could just barely make out her eyes that peer down at you, and the absence of one of your lightsabers on your hips. “I gave this lesson to the Younglings which you entrusted me to, but I will repeat it for your sake. The Force and a lightsaber will only carry you so far. Take away both from a Jedi...”

She leaves the sentence lingering in the air, and all of the implications that your traitorous imagination can conjure up. And Nomiana’s blaster at your hip just seems to weigh even heavier, for reasons unrelated to that evening of dancing. While Jedi the likes of Obi-wan Kenobi might have dismissed blasters, you’ve never been so nearly hostile towards them.

“Was that the first time that you felt so helpless and afraid?” asks Kreia.

“Master! Master...! Please----! It hurts, it hurts, make it-! “MaStErRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...”

“No. But I’ll work on it,” you assure her, patting said weapon as you quash that memory of despairing rage, of the sweet temptation of the Dark Side of the Force. “...I’m still technically a Padawan.”

“And for that, you show more promise and flexibility than those who came before you,” she declares. “The path that you walk is a paradox in of itself that offers unlimited potential. A Shadow that serves the Light...”

Kreia pauses, gathering her thoughts before she continues, “You must cast aside any guilt for abandoning the teachings of the Order, or at the very least, playing loosely with the Jedi Code when it comes to helping those in need. And even as they would deny or refute it, it is not a crime to love somebody.”

That particular last bit causes you to blanch, although there’s certainly something in there for her blasé treatment of the Jedi Code. “Love? I don’t...”

“Mmmm,” the construct hums knowingly, “...if not love, then the one with which you are so impassioned by. Take care that you are not so consumed by your feelings that you cannot perceive what lies along the peripheral of the path that leads to this...Arotta.”

It comes out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. “What would you know about love?”

“Surely you do not think that I came from the womb a rigid and elderly woman? I was once your age as well...”

(cont.)
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HYPE
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That particular tidbit of information nearly stops all of your brain processing. “...wait, what?!”

“Are you so shocked?” Even though the woman is merely a facsimile of someone many thousands of years dead, the sigh she releases holds the weight of a world on her shoulders. The next words to come from her mouth are melancholic and bittersweet. “...but that was several lifetimes ago. You would be better served asking your master in regards of matters of the heart.”

Considering how Larid treats women as little more than means to an end...yeah, right. But then again...

“Perhaps this is my own youth coming back to haunt me...”

...maybe it’s an avenue worth pursuing.

“But time is short,” Kreia bluntly declares, interrupting any sort of introspection. “This ‘Jombaral’ of which you speak is greatly troubling. I will need some time to thing upon this. Go now, Wanderer, and finish your trial.”

And with that, your discussion is finished.

“Thank you,” you say sincerely, as you stand up and prepare to deactivate the holocron. “...and I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

To your surprise, Kreia offers a rare smile, or at least the ghost of one that graces her lips. “Teaching someone who comes with a willingness to learn is never a waste of time. Do not view this as such or presume to know what I consider to be either frivolous or fruitful.”

>>You have gained influence with Kreia.

>>Line Break

With Elba and Suzel taking the Albatross to this Desolation of Moloch, the Kakari have seen fit to offer you transportation to the Separatist position. A good hour is spent in a cart that smells vaguely of mushrooms, pulled at a neigh-breakneck speed by one of the reptilian’s domesticated beasts of burden. Worse is the lack of light in the underground, and how the tunnels dip and bend without any warning whatsoever.

But to the driver, a Bronka-rider by the name of Ixanot, this seems to be a well-traveled route for him. At one point, you might have attributed Force-sensitivity towards him given how fast he drives his team of Snizitrix and reacts quickly to hazards along the way. Certainly, you asked for “as fast as possible”, but this is nearly a bridge-and-a-half too far for comfort.

“Ooooooobbbssserrrvvvaaatttiiiooonnnn,” HK-82 moans as the rider takes a particularly sharp turn, throwing both passengers and cargo violently against the side of the cart, “At the current rate of speed at which the meatbag is going, I will be forced to expel my cooling fluid.”

Gingerly, you reach out and pat him on the head in the split-second that he manages to settle down in B-33’s harness. “Keep it together, buddy.”

The journey takes a little under twenty minutes, and finds you at a seeming dead end. Ixanot leaps off of his mount, holding a sunstone in his hands as one might a torch. He gestures for you to follow, shining a light towards a patch of earth ringed by stalactites.

(cont.)
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>>4068004
>“Surely you do not think that I came from the womb a rigid and elderly woman? I was once your age as well...”
>Doubt
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>>4068037
Yeah I literally cannot picture her in any other way than rigid and elderly.
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“Here is entry point to jungle.” He uses a stick to poke at the topsoil. “Scouts not strong with Spirits ask for Shamanka to allow for exit and entry. But you are in the Communion as well. Ask Spirits to lift you up and take you to the jungle.

"Be careful," he warns. "Flame is the bane of the False Mother and her spawn, but draws the attention of the Tall Walkers. Start fires with

Use the Force to open the patch of earth and levitate you up into the jungle...sounds simple enough. But even as B-33 falls into line with HK-82 on his little harness, the Kakari presents you with a large wineskin.

“Surface Musk,” Ixanot explains as he sloshes the contents of the container. To your growing concern, you can distinctly make out something or several chunky things rattling about. “Helps runners hide from Tainted Children and Tall Walkers. Use before you go up to the jungle.”

“Thank you,” you murmur as you accept the offering. Unstoppering the cork produces a foul smell that causes you to gag. It's...quite possibly the worst thing you have ever smelled, surpassing even the likes of knock-off Dex's Diner...or its aftermath in the privy.

The driver laughs. “Strong, no?”

Somehow, you manage to wheeze out, “...yeah...what’s in this stuff anyway?”

“Lots of things.” Ixanot begins to count off the ingredients on his talons. “Fermented mushroom stems, Ograisy leaves soaked in alcohol, crushed porg testes-”

"Wait, what?"

Ixanot has already leaped up to the cart, snapping the reins of his beasts. And just before he leaves, he calls to you encouragingly, "Spirits be with you, Jedi."

And only once the Kakarit has left do you begin the process of venturing to the surface. Hesitantly, you gently dab at your clothes and skin with the concoction, fervently praying that it’ll get out with a good, hot shower once this mess is over. “...the things I do for the Jedi Order...”

>>Roll 2d6+14 Stealth (+1 Rank, +3 Finesse, +10 S. Musk)
>Best out of five.

Will resume more in the afternoon.
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Fuck, I was going to add a different tangent to bitching and whining, what with the quest lately being about waifus, fruits, lizards and shit instead of harnessing the power of the force and solving its mysteries, and then its motherfucking Kreia out of nowhere.

Give me that unlimited potential.

>>You have gained influence with Kreia.
And what have we done to gain it? Took the holocron with us?
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Rolled 5, 6 + 14 = 25 (2d6 + 14)

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Rolled 1, 2 + 14 = 17 (2d6 + 14)

>>4068049
>Best out of five.
Doesn't it curve the dice forward too much?
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Rolled 4, 3 + 14 = 21 (2d6 + 14)

>>4068049
>porg testes
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dice+2d6+14
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>>4068064
Okay I guess I'll just go fuck myself. What did I do wrong here? I'm new to /qst.
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Rolled 4 + 14 (1d6 + 14)

>>4068049
>>4068065
Put it in the Options field, m8.
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Rolled 5, 2 + 14 = 21 (2d6 + 14)

>>4068049
>>4068067
Wait, I guess I'm retarded too.
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Rolled 6, 6 + 14 = 26 (2d6 + 14)

>>4068067
Alright.
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>>4068067
u look like you need a hand yourself m8
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>>4068071
Fucking hell if that isn't beginner's luck I don't know what is.
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>>4068071
An auspicious roll, indeed.
>>4068072
Already solved m9.
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>>4068071
I for one welcome our newfriends.
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>>4068071
>newfriend got a crit
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>>4068076
What time is it for you Kaz? I live in Australia and its so I'm just looking to gauge when I should revisit the thread.
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Whelp. Looks like you guys are the very fuckin' personification of stealth. Very nice.

>>4068037
>>4068043
>Implying.
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>>4068090
I go by EST, so it's about 12:24 PM here. I'd check back say...six or seven hours.
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Gud jeb nigga!
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>No Force Fire/Pyrokinesis lessons from lizard witch
>No comms/plans established with the Argonians
>No crystal-weapon bullshittery

Kool stuff though with Kreia, glad to see an update.

You cut off some of the lizard driver's dialogue by the way.
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>>4068462
>Lessons with the Shamanka
>Crystal Weapon Bullshittery
You’ll get those after Seppie negotiations.

>Comms/Plans
They have a comm, and they’re too busy with internal affairs to help you...for now.

>Incomplete dialogue
“Start fires with caution.”
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>>4068095
>Check back in six or seven hours
>Eight and half hours later
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Perhaps it's the effects of the Surface Musk, or your own years of training with Master Larid. But whatever the case, and in spite of B-33 in your company, you do more than live up the the title of "Jedi Shadow".

You all but disappear in the spaces between the trees, hugging the undergrowth and enveloping yourself within the brambles and thickets. You hide yourself within the shadows cast by overhead boughs, expertly avoiding any infected clones and flocks of screeching porgs. The former are little more than mindless drones, shambling about the place until some unseen trigger grants them a moment of free will.

But the porgs are the most vigilant of hunters. And even though their False Mother isn't on the planet, they patrol and swoop through the trees, enforcing her will in her absence. They disperse their flock, descending onto copses and overhead growths, chattering and warbling as black, soulless eyes peer and squint for any unseen enemies from the low ground to the highest branch.

As far as your concerned, the musk shouldn't have any sort of visual effect on the porgs' vision. One of the damned birds came within two feet of your hiding hole, peering and sniffing about the place. It takes several moments of held breath, and restraint to not draw your sole lightsaber before the little creature passes on, uncontested in its path to rejoin the flock.

But there is one foe that nearly blocks your progress through the path.

As if planted there by cosmic design, some sort of sentient, arboreal monster sways gently in the jungle breeze. The branches itself are its own weapons, lashing and snapping out in a manner similar to mantis insects. Were it not for the eyes, glowing bright white on a face hewn from the trunk, you might not have noticed it.

Its presence in the Force is neither Light or Dark, but it carries the same wild, uncomfortable energy as all of the infected troops and Jombaral's servants. Least of all, the...thing that nearly crushed your arm.

At any rate, you manage to sneak around it, timing your and B-33's movements with expert precision. You track cloud coverage and overhead canopy, circling the monster like an aquatic predator. And it's only when you come alongside its flank do you see the remains of the Clone Patrol.

Broken Phase 2 armor lies pried open and discarded along the forest path. And their owners are little more than rotting corpses, impaled and hanging upon the uppermost branches of the monster.

Poor bastards.

>You pass through the secret route without any difficulty.

The crash site of the Core Ship is bustling with activity. B1 droids hawkishly patrol the perimeter, aided by B2 Superbattle Droids and autonomous turrets. Overhead, the sound of Vulture Fighters screech across the treeline, occasionally blasting at something unseen in the distance. All are on the knife's edge, high alert and ready to open fire. They aren't taking any chances, it seems.

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I wonder how much B-33 learned about stealth during that trek.
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No less than a dozen meters from the outermost wall of defense is are the remains of those who had tried to storm it. Occasionally, you can make out the distinct color of Phase 2 clone armor, but they are almost entirely buried under smoldering remains of the jungle creatures. From quadrupeds and infected clones...even a Tall Walker! The clankers have racked themselves an impressive count.

To which you set eyes upon the wall, a massive, pre-fab barrier five meters high. The bog standard defenses of laser cannons comprise almost all of the weaponry, but you make particular note of several flamethrower cannons.

B-33's optics whir as it analyzes the defenses. "This unit has plotted a course through the arcs of fire. When nightfall comes, we will have several opportunities to sneak and slip between the gaps created by the cannons tracking."

You shake your head. "That's too late. We're on a clock, and we can't afford to take that long."

The droid nods in understanding. "Accepting new param-"

Suddenly, you hear an explosion from the opposite side of the crash site. Within a heartbeat, a general alarm goes throughout the camp, and the droids go from their patrols to sprinting to the site.

"ALERT," drones a voice from a speaker, "ATTACK ON THE NORTH-EASTERN PERIMETER. ALERT. THIS IS NOT A DRILl. ALERT, ATTACK ON THE NORTH-EASTERN PERIMETER..."

Idly, you watch as a trio of Vulture Droids turn around, breaking at all speed to get to the site of the battle...only for two of them to be blown to pieces. You blinked. One second, they're there, and in the next-

"Did that Tall Walker just throw a tree at them?!" you demand.

The alert continues to drone from unseen speakers. "ALERT. THERE IS A BREACH IN WALL-3A63. THERE IS A BREACH IN WALL-3A63. HOSTILE FLORA HAVE ENTERED THE CRASH SITE..."

The core ship stirs to life, as dozens of droids and vehicles activate and scramble towards the breach. Anti-aircraft guns, now repurposed as anti-infantry, blast a furious storm of red bolts towards the breach. You can make little out, but extending with the Force...it's a horde of them, with at least eight Tall Walkers among hundreds of Infected.

"Observation," HK-82 interjects, "I believe that attrition has ground the forces of the Separatists to a mere fraction of what they once were. Addendum: they will hold the breach, but suffer heavy losses in the attempt to do so."

B-33 counters, "This unit suggests taking advantage of the situation. Use the battle between Infected and the Separatist units to infiltrate the crash site and secure negotiations. The bulk will be committed to the front as per conventional rules of warfare, leaving only a paltry vanguard to protect the assets."

>>What will you do?
>Join the battle of the perimeter on the Separatist’s side.
>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.

Sorry about the delay. Managed to squeeze this in before my graduate lab hours.

||VOTE OPEN FOR THREE HOURS||
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4068997
THE DICE SHALL DECIDE MY CHOICE!
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>>4068997
>>4069008
And the dice say keep passive sensors on. Drat, I was hoping that the dice would want more bloodshed.
>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.
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>>4068997
>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.
Oh no you, ain't getting us again, Darth Tree
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Damnit. We need every man --and bot-- we can get, when we move to seige the trees, but we aren't a Guardian.
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>>4068997
>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.
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>>4068997
>>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.
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>>4068997
>>Join the battle of the perimeter on the Separatist’s side.
Bruh just whip it out and cut some trees down.
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>>4068985
>B-33 learned how to pull a batman every time someone turns away
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>>4068997
>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.
I would love to fight alongside them to convince them of our being on their side. But we're just in no shape to do that.
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>>4069011
Ditto
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>>4068997
>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children
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>>4069033
For all intensive purposes we're a guardian with stealth skill and no leadership. But yeah, no arm.

>Sneak into the base while they’re distracted with the Children.
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>>4068997
>>Join the battle of the perimeter on the Separatist’s side.
whats the point of getting their help if they are all dead?
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>>4068997
>>Join the battle of the perimeter on the Separatist’s side.
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>>4068997
>>Join the battle of the perimeter on the Separatist’s side.
We're not going to make any allies if we just sneak around and let other people die.

Also, since we're getting buddy buddy with Kreia, let's take one out of her book.
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>>4069927
>doing that
>with our low Force rating
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>>4069947
...Seriously, how are we close to becoming a Jedi Knight and considered a Jedi Shadow when we're so goddamn pathetic? We got bitchmade by a tree for fuck's sake.
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>>4069927
We only have 1 lightsaber on hand...
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>>4069947
Why would that need high levels of force powah? It's literally just a saber toss that stays around your body. I am confused.
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>>4069952
Jedi job all the time, especially when surprised or overwhelmed. And said tree stopped us from using the Force during the encounter, so we were basically just a dude with an absurdly sharp sword.
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>>4068997
>>Join the battle of the perimeter on the Separatist’s side.
Every tree a fuck. Kill em all
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Can i point out that we might be able to buy droids or something?
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The breach of the wall comes as a welcome distraction, and one you're quick to exploit. One by one, the guards break away to join the main brunt of the fighting, leaving only turrets with easily exploitable arcs of fire. As per B-33's calculated path, the three of you sprint across no-man's-land, careful to avoid tripping over the bodies of the dead.

From your belt, you unspool a length of fibercord, threading it into a portable grappling hook. It takes no less than five tries before you hook it on something solid enough to bear the load without slipping. Master Larid had trained you to levitate the hook onto the point, but you aren't keen to use it.

As far as you know, using the Force draws the Children towards you. And with one arm out of commission, you aren't nearly about to risk it.

Slowly, gently, you ascend up the side of the wall, lowering it down once more for B-33. Once he's up, the three of you swiftly set forth into the interior of the crash site.

The Separatists have done well for themselves, in spite of their situation. As per Marcs' logs and data, the Core Ship seems to have been spared the worst of its abrupt and unexpected planetfall. It stands awkwardly, a better portion of its legs half-sunken into the mud and bog where it had made its emergency landing. Its surface bears the scorch marks and perforations indicative of an extensive, exhaustive battle in space against the Republic Venators. But it still has more than enough fight left within it, even without the rest of the body.

The outer wall of the perimeter gives way to a gradual slope, pockmarked by sparse thicket and foliage. This, you take advantage of, sliding gently down the hill, one piece of cover at a time. Many times, you come close to being discovered, whether it be by wandering droid or overhead fighter. But they are too busy to pay attention to whether or not a shrub shakes or otherwise twitches in the wind.

They had taken the time to set up a prefab F.O.B. based out of the Core Ship, paving an airfield and mustering grounds for the droids. You can make out the forms of Battle Tanks, MTTs and even C-9979's. They number easily in the hundreds...but only a fraction of them are moving at any one time. After-effects of the battle, you think sourly, both in space and on the ground.

You duck back behind a pallet of crates as a pair of maintenance droids come into view. The dinky little B1's scramble about, clutching PDAs and communicators as they bumble about what you figure to be supplies and raw materials. An idea strikes you as they go about their business, pointing and directing which shipment goes to which department of the ship.

"...this shipment will be going towards the executive suite," the lead one beeps, pointing towards one of the crates. "The commodore is extremely concerned for the admiral's health, and insists on installing quadruple filters for the cabin."

Jackpot.

(cont.)
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Another series of explosions causes the maintenance droids to jump. They take one look at each other and sprint as fast as their legs can take them towards the source of the noise. A more perfect opportunity could not have presented itself!

"Anticipatory statement," mutters HK-82 as you stuff him into one of the boxes. Its head is deftly caught by a crouching B-33, who sits compartmentalized off in tis own little corner of the container. "Oh, master. Will I finally have the chance to practice my negotiation skills?"

"We'll see," you assure him as you slap on a rebreather and slam the lid shut. "Because I'd really hate for negotiations to turn aggressive."

>>One incredibly bumpy, uncomfortable, claustrophobic, and downright sweltering box ride later...

"I don't know how that one holo-vid star does it!" you gasp as you pop open the lid, and wipe a hand through your sweat-slicked brow. Only once the droids' footsteps were little nothing but distant echoes did you dare reveal yourself and tumble out of the container. "...making sneaking around in a crate look easy."

B-33 spills out into the maintenance closet with as much grace as it can...which is to say very little. You wince as about an entire shop's worth of scrap metal seems to erupt in the middle of the small enclosure.

"Correction," HK-82 helpfully chimes from the harness, obliviously unaware and incapable of comprehending discomfort, "I believe that the holo-vid star you were referring to used boxes, not crates. Thus, you were simply using the wrong kind of container, master."

"...thank you, '82."

Shaking your head at the droid's antics, you close your eyes and concentrate. You don't...exactly reach out with the Force. All you do is simply center yourself, passively searching for any signs of life within the immediate vicinity...

...there. The droids must have taken you up pretty far high. Hundreds of meters down below, you could hear and sense the Children fighting a bloody battle against the clankers. But no more than a dozen feet above you are two organic life forms...the sole occupants of the entire Lucrehulk. One tense and agitated...and another muted, perhaps asleep?

You gesture towards a nearby interface panel, motioning for B-33 to come forward. "Can you access cameras from here?"

The supertactical droid inserts a computer spike, optics whirring and humming as it slices into the computer. "There are over one thousand cameras this unit has access to, master. However, if it is the cabin you are searching for, then there are none to be found."

You'd expected that much. Who'd want to be spied on in their own ship? "How about where we are? And where do the cameras route?"

"A security station on this floor. And there are only a small handful of cameras on this floor."

"Disable them. Make it look like an unintentional power surge."

"Understood, master."

(cont.)
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>>4070416
>proceed to Praise B33
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You pause, considering. And once B-33's finished its task, you remark, "Well done."

The droid blinks. "This unit is pleased to perform at optimal levels."

One quiet lift ride finds you on the uppermost levels of the Core Ship, following the Force signatures as best you could from memory. From what you saw from a quick look at the schematics...the sources aren't at the command bridge at all. They're instead located on the...luxury suites?

How odd. But you're not one to judge or otherwise assume anything. Especially since the rest of the planet's company leaves much to be desired. But you can honestly say that you weren't ready for what greeted you once you snuck into the suites proper.

Hunched over a large table in the center of the suite, a uniformed woman in Separatist garb barks orders at the droids, coordinating the defense of the crash site from the master bedroom. It clashes jarringly with the decor, her spartan uniform against the padded carpets, top-credit artwork, lavish interior design and four-corner bed...which holds an occupant; you can hear his labored breathing.

The admiral perhaps? Little wonder this woman is in command, considering the state that the Separatist leader is in. You don't need to be a healer to recognize the sound of someone seriously injured.

"-all power to the front deflector shield, do you understand?" Her voice comes harsh as you edge closer into the room. "I'm uploading TRP data and vectors for the Vulture Droids' bombing run. Once they've flushed the plants out, move in quickly to fill the gap."

"Roger, roger, Commodore," comes a swift reply.

A series of buttons are pressed. The woman opens up another line of communication: "Centurion-Actual. You will lead your company and provide anti-infantry coverage as our engineers begin repairs of the perimeter. Try not to roast our own with those flamethrowers, will you?"

"Understood," the cool voice of a commando droid answers.

"Have you sent up those filters yet?" demands the commodore.

A maintenance droid chirps, startled, "Yes, sir!"

"They must be installed within the next few hours. The Admiral's condition takes top priority."

Suddenly, a large tree comes flying towards the windows. Even as you flinch back, the officer doesn't move. She doesn't even breathe as it's shredded into splinters with repurposed anti-aircraft fire.

"Have the droids responsible for that selected for the next generation of B1 intelligence."

You undo your boots, not out of respect or fear for staining the carpet, but because the leather is going to squeak something awful. Motioning for B-33 and HK-82 to stand still, you quietly enter the room, hugging the wall so not to be noticed-

"I don't recall giving you permission to enter."

And without any warning, the Commodore spins about, leveling a blaster right at your midsection. With a cool look that could have frozen the waters of Kamino, she squeezes the trigger...

>Roll 2d6+4 Vigilance (+3 Resolve, +1 Rank)
>Best out of three.
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Rolled 1, 2 + 4 = 7 (2d6 + 4)

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>>4070608
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Rolled 2, 2 + 4 = 8 (2d6 + 4)

>>4070608
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Rolled 4, 3 + 4 = 11 (2d6 + 4)

>>4070608
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Rolled 2, 3 + 4 = 9 (2d6 + 4)

>>4070608
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Rolled 2, 3 + 4 = 9 (2d6 + 4)

>>4070608
ye
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>>4070626
Oof, that's not good.
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>>4070650
And the saddest part is that it's the best roll here...
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The one time I look away, THEN Kaz asks for rolls.
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Rolled 2, 6 + 4 = 12 (2d6 + 4)

>>4070657
Oh yeah? Well you're right.
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The only thing we can hope is that the roll was good enough to not get hit.
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I just hope that we don't draw our lightsaber out of habit.
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>>4070693
>>4070698
Nah we just got shot in our good arm. Don't worry about it.
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>>4070709
>And then we try to fight with the lightsaber in our mouth.
The sad thing is that I can see it happening.
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>>4070712
>we roll so bad we become Zoro
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>>4070693
>>4070709
What if it's B33 that gets shot and dies?
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>>4070825
>>4070709
>>4070698
>You undo your boots, not out of respect or fear for staining the carpet, but because the leather is going to squeak something awful. Motioning for B-33 and HK-82 to stand still, you quietly enter the room, hugging the wall so not to be noticed-
Fuck I can't read. Disregard my post.
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>>4070825
Hey man if B-33 ever dies I'm going to riot. B-33 is a treasure and is too pure for this gay planet.
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>>4070855
I agree, he's too much of an innocent soul.
>inb4 he becomes force sensitive
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>>4070870
yes. we must Enlighten the Droid.
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>>4070961
Hey, if Skippy can happen, anything can.
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>>4069952
A master got tricked by it i think we're fine
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>>4071082
anything can happen?
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>>4071228
>anything can happen?
Anything!
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>>4070612
>>4070624
>>4070626

It takes nothing short of supreme willpower to not draw your lightsaber. But you can’t stop over a decade’s worth of training with the most paranoid man in the galaxy suddenly kicking in.

Your body moves seemingly of its own accord. There’s no need to use the Force, as you just /slightly/ turn to the side to avoid the oncoming...stun bolt.

Huh, you think as you dive towards the nearest available cover. Which in this case, is a fine, upholstered sofa-couch. It does a surprising job of absorbing more stun rounds, even as the air begins to fill with feathered stuffing.

At least the Commodore isn’t shooting to kill.

“Who are you, and how did you get aboard this ship?” she demands.

“Observation,” chimes HK-82 as B-33 comes barreling into the room, rifle leveled towards the woman. “This meeting is going better than I expected!”

The Commodore looks equally gobsmacked as you are towards the HK’s words...or perhaps she’s taken aback by the sight of it all. A Hunter-Killer droid’s head, quipping from a sling that hangs from the front chassis of a Supertactical Droid.

But the commodore blinks, squinting, appraising and then scowling at B-33. “You aren’t one of ours. Identify yourself.”

The droid simply lines up a shot. “This unit does not believe you have warranted such information.”

The Commodore similarly lines a bead, right between the SupTac’s eyes. “I spent the better part of eight years learning the ins and outs of all our droids. Even if you aren’t with us, I can damn well still turn you into scrap metal...”

You decide that valor is the better part of dis creation, and unholster Nomiana’s pistol. Standing, you aim at her, firmly saying, “...let’s not lose our heads, people. Considering what’s on the bed and what’s outside...”

The Commodore ignores the jab at her superior officer, instead glaring at you while she holds her gun trained at your droids.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and damn the consequences,” she hisses. “But considering how you aren’t screaming about fruit or mothers...I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and stay my hand.

“Who the hell are you?”

>>What will you tell her?
>A Lie. You are but an explorer.
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>Custom option. [Write-in.]

>>Additionally, please pick an interlude.
>General Keimann’s first day.
>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.

Please structure your votes as the following:
>Commodore Response
>Interlude

||VOTE OPEN FOR EIGHT HOURS||
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
Quick question to my fellow anons, do we add in the fact that the Jedi are betrayed by the republic and explain our reasons for why we first fought alongside the clones when we made planetfall? Because she seems like the type of person that wants those kinds of detail.

>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
CAN'T FORGET OUR BRO TOROK!
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
"I'm going to put my cards on the table and be really honest here. I'm a Jedi. I know you have plenty of reasons to switch off your stun setting because of it, but I wouldn't be here requesting your help without a very, and I do mean VERY, good reason. I know about the affects of the fruit and what's responsible for it, and I'm willing to tell you about it and what's happened off planet, if that can convince you to not put a bolt in my forehead."

>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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>>4071355
>>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
Also add that the war is over, the CIS lost, and the Jedi were betrayed. Even if she knows, it won't hurt.
>General Keimann’s first day.
Curious to see how he's doing.
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>>4071355
>>The Truth. You are a Jedi.

>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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>>4071355
>the truth
I AM A JEDI LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE ME

>Turok's Trial
OUR
FUCKING
BOI
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
She'll find out, depending on how talks go, even if we didn't tell her.

>General Keimann’s first day.
Sounds fun and chaotic.
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>>4071355
>>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
And yet another female for cumbrains to obsess about.
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>>4071425 (You)
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Sure it's annoying but he's right.

You know it, I know it, there's gonna be some moron who will be distracted by it. Even if just a single one, and that'll galvanize our anon friend here. Mandalorian waifu >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> any others though so there's that. But in my heart of hearts I know that droids are the only true friends we can have.
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>>4071431
We can only counter it with focusing the love upon our droids. And each other.
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>>4071355
>The Truth
>Torok’s Trial
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>General Keimann’s first day.
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>The Truth
>Keimann's First Day
We can find out what happened with Torok when we get back with more detail.
Once the Condor is calm, ask how the droids are still running. Also, load up on thermal detonators, repeating blasters, flame projectors, and bacta.
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>>4071355
>>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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>>4071355
>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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>>4071355
>>The Truth. You are a Jedi.
>>The Beginning of Torok’s Trial.
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Bleargh. Just finished midterms. Gonna grab a bite to eat, lie down for a bit, and then resume the quest.
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>>4072470
>inb4 Kaz sleeps into the morning
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>>4072470
>Kaz was never seen again after that
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So when does Bluetiddy waifu join the empire?
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“I’m your new best friend,” you answer lightly, gesturing for B-33 to lower its weapon. The droid complies, and you soon follow suit. The fact that the commodore slowly follows, albeit only once you’ve reached a certain low, is encouraging in of itself. “My name’s Farren Gaelle. And I’m a Jedi.”

Her eyes widen, and her nostrils briefly flair. But she schools herself into a neutral expression. Holstering her pistol, she extends a hand. “Commodore Octavia Pullo Mercantor, flagship captain of the ISS Globus and 521st Flotilla.”

“Charmed.” Octavia’s grip is strong, and her hand bears the calluses of an experienced soldier. She’s an adept, if not particularly skilled, marks-woman well-accustomed to holding a pistol in her hands...and a sword, perhaps? If nothing else, the commodore has a certain air about her that belies old money, or some measure of aristocratic upbringing.

You cast a wayward glance towards the four-cornered bed. Now that you have a better look and angle, you can finally place a face to the labored breathing you’d heard upon entering. The man in the bed, buried underneath several layers of blankets, rests uneasy. The skin of his face is a jaundiced pallor, contorted into a severe frown half-hidden underneath dark locks of hair, dashed with only a small amount of grey along the sides.

Occasionally, the man murmurs, listlessly turning about the mattress. But before you can decipher anything, the commodore catches you staring. With an irritated click of her tongue, she jerks your attention right back towards her.

“The admiral, I take it?” you ask quietly.

Octavia nods stiffly. “Admiral Laurentius Mercantor of the 521st Flotilla.” At the raised eyebrow at the shared last name, she grimaces and answers the unspoken question. “...he is my husband.”

...somehow, her answer only manages to open an even larger can of worms. But before you can ask them, she cuts you off with a brusque wave of her hand. “There are more important things to discuss than private and personal affairs. And as it stands...”

Octavia returns to her war table, squinting at the simulated images of her droids fighting against the Children of Jombaral. It seems that the battle at the breach was finished, resulting in a pyrrhic victory. “...my droids have bought a momentary reprieve. But we must be quick, yet concise. I will not waste your time, and I expect you to respect that courtesy.”

“...I agree,” you venture forth, already selecting which topic you had in mind to start with. Namely, the end of the Clone Wars. “But I think you should know-”

“Hold on," she interrupts you with a piercing glare, "You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that little ship bombing my artillery embankment the other day?”

...hoo boy.

(cont.)
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>>4072741
Hell yeah dollface that was mint eh? She gets it.
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>>4072741
>You wouldn’t have anything to do with the ship bombarding my artillery
Nooooooooooo, definitely not
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Rolled 6, 3 - 10 = -1 (2d6 - 10)

>>4072784
Rolling to keep spaghetti
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How much time has passed since the fall of the republic its less than a month right?
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>>4072870
Should be 20 days now.
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Octavia reacts as well as you’d have expected in her position to learn about the end of the war. That professional veneer of hers just slips momentarily when you recount the tale of Anakin Skywalker defeating Count Dooku above Coruscant, and the subsequent defeat of General Grievous that came soon after. If nothing else, the veneer of professionalism and the depths of the situation keep her from otherwise making an outburst or crass remark.

But when you get to the reorganization of the Republic into the Galactic Empire, a sort of dark satisfaction enters her eye. Vindication, perhaps? “And to think we were labeled as villains for wanting to be independent of the Republic. Look at what your Chancellor...the Emperor’s done with it!”

Yes, vindication. Quite the fervent believer in Separatist ideals, she is.

At the very least, she seems to sober when you regale her with the story of the Jedi Purge, and the insidious nature of what Marcs had referred to as Order 66. Her emotions are conflicted; there is certainly a dislike for the Jedi, from the perspective of an enemy commander. But there is a professional distaste she fosters whenever you mention the Clones or Emperor Palpatine.

“...there’s no worse sin than betrayal,” Octavia remarks. “The lowest depths of hell are reserved for turncoats and renegades.”

It’s not much, but you figure that it’s the closest thing to sympathy you’d get from a Separatist officer.

“Then the devil better have room for one-point-two million Clones,” you answer dryly, “Plus two for the Chancellor and the Sith Lord...and minus one plus however many clones on this planet that haven’t succumbed to the fruit.”

“Indeed.” The commodore sniffs disdainfully. “But that still fails to explain why you’re here.”

“Would you believe me if I said that I snuck in the window?”

“Not very likely with that injury of yours.”

Lucky man, the admiral must be to have a woman like the commodore as his wife. But you refrain from any smart remarks, merely shrugging as best you can with a singular shoulder. “I’ve had worst.”

The straightforward manner in which you deliver your story would make one very hard-pressed to distinguish or detect any falsehood. After all, you are telling the truth, but not the complete truth. You deliberately avoid mentioning the finer details of your relationship with Arotta, as well as the Trial or any mention of the events leading up to this point.

In spite of a mutual enemy, and a very strong and personal dislike for the Empire, you aren’t about to completely trust her. Let her believe that you’re a solitary fugitive in a singular ship, chasing after what crumbs and scraps of the Jedi Order have survived. Whether or not she merits any sort of further information will be entirely dependent on how the rest of the mission goes.

It doesn't take long to finish. "And after making contact with the Kakari, I decided to come to you."

(cont.)
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Octavia doesn’t even bother to hide her concern at the mention of the quarantine. In fact, the frown on her face seems to grow even deeper from what you’ve told her. From the truth about the planet to Jombaral...it’s admittedly a lot to take in. Yet she handles it with grace and aplomb.

She coughs harshly to clear her throat, folding her arms beneath her breasts to adopt a standoff-ish posture. “And why exactly did you come to me, Jedi? You have more pressing matters to attend to than simply chatting with your former enemy.”

“Your story first,” you counter, taking a page right out of Kreia’s book. “Seems only fair since I spilled some of my guts out.”

“...very well,” she states, “Four months ago, we were making a routine patrol around the Outer Rim systems when we came across a Republic Fleet...”

Most of her story is simply a retreading of the official report, albeit from the Seppie’s point of view. Admiral Mercantor had been reluctant to engage, even with the numbers weighing in his favor. At the time, there seemed to be nothing worth fighting over; Kakarit was on the edge of the disc, and couldn’t even be used as an F.O.B. into the Inner Rim.

Consulting his officers, the Admiral then decided to commit the flotilla to the battle. They were fresh out of their planet’s military academy, and wanted blood and combat. If nothing else, Mercantor might have been able to cut the rookies' teeth on a seemingly simple skirmish.

Until it all went to hell. When the first Venator went down, the rest of the fleet got cocky. Going against their Admiral's orders, they had swarmed the surviving two Venators. The Republic Admiral was quick to reverse the situation, pretending to make a pretense of fleeing. The two Venators split away from each other, allowing the enemy the pretense of breaking through the Republic lines...

...only for the two Venators to execute a high-G maneuver, turning sharply around to catch the Separatist fleet on their flank.

As she recounts the events leading up to their defeat an the present, you take the opportunity to observe Octavia as she recounts her own time in the jungle. The last four months of the campaign have not been easy for her. What you’ve experienced within two weeks, between Order 66 and the fiasco on Mylar-3, she’s gone through far worse in the span of four months. Dark circles underneath her eyes, wrinkles on her uniform...

“...and then the admiral was injured during the emergency descent...” she finishes coolly, “I was forced to take command.”

“What ails him exactly?” you ask, concerned. “And where are the other officers? I only sensed two of you aboard...”

Octavia picks up the undertone in your voice, and dismisses it with a wave of her hand. “Artificial gravity gave out in the command bridge before the impact. He struck his head on a panel and suffered a severe concussion. My husband is not afflicted with the illness of the fruit."

(cont.)
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She pauses. “As for the other officers, they succumbed to temptation of the fruit. Human wardroom staff, Neimoidian technicians...all without fail. My husband was unable to partake due to the severity of his injury, and I was too busy commanding to indulge myself.”

“Where are those officers now?” you wonder.

Octavia shrugs. “Some of them ran into the jungle. And the rest...” The commodre pats the little blaster at her side. “Decimated. Either at my own hand or my droids’.”

How ruthless!

“But you still haven’t answered my question, Jedi. What is it that you want from my droids and I?"

>>How will you respond?
>Write-in.
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>>4073630
"To help put an end to this."
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>>4073630
Assist me in finding the Jedi I seek and I'll help you get off this forsaken world. Get the Admiral the help he needs.
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>>4073633
>>4073636
>>4073626
We need to scour this world, I believe there to be two other Jedi on this planet along with a squad or so of uninfected clones, furthermore this planet is possessing of friendly natives.

At this moment we are no longer enemies, but instead Allies united in a common cause. You’re obviously strong since you have lasted this long against the hostile fauna, the same with the Natives, and the clone remnants. I’ve heard the Infected talk about a “Mother” maybe if we can kill her we could destroy them all, or at least put them on the back foot enough to make them less of a fight

(I don’t quite remember, but did that crate of berries get Off-World?)
>Lizard-Seppie-Clone-Jedi team up!
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>>4073677
+1
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>>4073630
>Whatever this thing is, it's a force abomination. It wants to spread, and it wants your ship to help let it. It needs to be beaten down and killed. I need the help of anyone and everyone I can get. I can hopefully sever this things force connection if it get hurt enough, but I cannot best it alone, it already mangled one of my arms. To that end I need you and your droids help to see if I can pull out the two jedi on planet here, and too help put this thing down once and for all.
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>>4073677
>>4073682
The mother successfully made it off planet, are you guys voting to lie to her?
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>>4073741
Did she? I thought that maybe some berries got off world but that she was still here
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>>4073741
I could've sworn she was blown out of space and barely made the return trip planetside.
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>>4073746
See
>>4056274
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>>4073741
>>4073755
I read it as she ahd withdrawn for the moment into the heart to recover, until she was ready to leave once more.
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>>4073755
And just to cinch it...
>>4068931
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>>4073682
Support
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>>4073758
>>4068931
Third paragraph
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>>4073630
To be honest, just not getting shot at by droids would help.

But if the core ship can mass produce incindiary charges, we can plant them somewhere remote as a distraction or in the heart of whatever needs killing.
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>>4073755
>>4073768
>>4073759
Hmm, that’s more concerning than normal
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>>4073741
>>4073746
>>4073753
>>4073755
>>4073758
>>4073768
She's off-planet, trucking about in space in an escape pod. Hardly the most effective thing to travel the stars though. But in case I wasn't clear about the chronology, I'll break it down.

1. Mother and a few clones goes into space to meet with the Venators.
2. Mother nearly gets blown out of space and barely escapes with her life.
3. Mother is injured and wounded, but insists on taking a sabbatical around the stars. But she can't go far since her only means of travel is an escape pod.
4. Mother will be returning soon.
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>>4073770
Or flamethrower droids, if such things exist
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>>4073788
Huh... fuck
Well, maybe we can blow her out of the sky on her return trip

Thinking on it, it would have been better to investigate the ships in orbit
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>>4073798
>escape pod screaming into atmo
>"oy Elba, ten credits says you can't pop that thing."
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>>4073806
>"And so, the Call of JOMBARAL can be heard no more."
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Well, in lieu of this post,
>>4073788

>>4073630
I'll support >>4073677
But being more forthcoming about what we do know about Mother.

I guess if she's coming back so soon that she must've gotten concerned after one of her sentinels encountered us.
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>>4073677
This but say that the mother will be coming back
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>>Meanwhile...

The surface of Mylar-3 comprised a great deal of dry, arid plains, pockmarked by the great spire-cities built by the Tof and their slaves. Not all were necessarily the idyllic field of wild grass, sheets of gold, but rocky wastelands where only the toughest of flora could possibly hope to survive. The small hydrosphere allowed only for brief wet seasons, but there was enough of the water to allow for the formation of polar ice caps on either axis of the planet.

Neither were settled extensively. Prior to the Slave Uprising led by General Keimann and the Jedi Wanderer, they seen only scattered palaces constructed by wealthy Tof, building winter retreats from the dry high and lowlands around the center of the planet. And there had been more than one enterprising slaver who thought to harvest ice and transport it back to Sereno.

But Torok could sense that other things had happened on the glaciers, long before Master Larid brought the transport down onto a plateau of ice. He tasted the air, frowning at the stale scent of blood that seemed to gum up his nostrils. He expelled a wad of phlegm in the hopes of clearing his senses, all to no avail.

“They call this particular glacier the Killing Grounds,” explained Larid, answering as if he could read the Cathar’s mind. He ran through the landing protocols, adjusting for wind speed and scanning for a shelf that wouldn’t collapse under the transports’ weight. “Granted, the Tof had something else they called it, but that’s what the slaves call it. Rare was it for any slave to come back from being ‘selected’ or tagging along with a Tof destined for the north.”

Torok drew the corners of his outer robe tight as the latch burst open. A gust of air immediately blasted the interior with a biting cold that his fur barely stopped. The padawan shivered, leaping from the door and onto the ice. Larid followed quickly, motioning for him to follow.

“Why do you think I brought you here?” the Shadow asked after moments of silence.

The Cathar was confused, but he answered as best he could. “...you’re to administer my Trials.”

“Correct. But why have I brought you here? “

“It has something to do with my Trials,” he hesitantly ventured, “...we would endanger innocent people if you were to test me in a place with a lot of people.”

Larid snorted. “I could have taken you to any ramshackle valley along the equator if the fear of collateral damage was at the front of my mind. No, padawan. Why have I brought you here of all places? A place where even the locals fear to tread, even with their oppressors either impaled on spikes, burnt at stakes, dismembered and disemboweled, driven off-world...

“Why have I brought you to the Killing Grounds?”

Torok paused in his steps, considering the implications...before stopping dead right in his tracks. If the Killing Grounds were as what he had said, a place for slaves to be punished or killed...

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That’s when he felt them. Perhaps he had not ventured far enough, or there was something about the spaceship that prevented Torok from truly sensing them. The further the two walked into the wilderness, further away from the ship...

With every single step on the ice, he felt something, felt somebody from a distant time and place. His chest tightened at the impression of grief, of holding somebody in his arms before the sensation was violently snuffed. Suddenly, an invisible trap snapped tight around his leg, and a building dread as the echo of some distant beast drew nearer, closer...

“...I can hear their echoes,” he whispered, wincing at every sensation. They were overwhelming, coming at him from every direction. There was no trap to his leg, no bullet wounds across his back, no corpse of a loved one clenched within his arms. But the phantom pains and sensations persisted. “...their screams and anger...the helpless rage as they were gunned down...centuries of death and violence...”

“Don’t go too deep,” Larid suddenly warned, his voice magnified with the power of the Force. “For whatever reason, my young padawan is fond of you. He’d hate me if I allowed you to go too deep into the rabbit hole.”

His ears burned, but the insult did well enough to jerk him out of the trance. Torok blinked away the snow that the wind blew into his eyes, suddenly realizing that they’d gone further away from the ship than they thought. What seemed only like a handful of moments and heartbeats was, in fact, minutes at a time.

Larid might have smiled, but it was impossible to tell with how bad the ice wreaked havoc on the light. “I brought you here because this Killing Ground is tainted, for lack of a better word. The Tof may not have had any Force-sensitive individuals among them, but centuries of massacring slaves for sport and fun have caused this place to be a sort of font for the Dark Side.”

This time, the shiver that ran along his body had nothing to do with the cold. Torok could feel his heartbeat racing, and his emotions rising to avenge the deaths of the slaves. And never mind that they’ve been dead for decades, centuries...

“In the days of old,” Larid continued, “Padawans would be sent on quests of self-discovery, and they’d simply sit down and meditate. Of course, we aren’t exactly in those days, and my own master sent me out into the wider galaxy to find out something about myself.”

“Like Farren?” offered Torok.

“Aye, like my padawan. He’s perhaps a very unique exception to the rule, compounded by the fact that we aren’t nearly as comfortable in a position as we once were a month ago.”

The human suddenly rounded on Torok, matching his gaze and arresting their movement on the path. “However, you’re a very special case in of yourself, padawan. Don’t try to pretend that I don’t know what happened. I’ve spent just a little over thirty years hunting down Dark Jedi.”

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He didn’t even need to pretend, let alone want to hide it. Farren’s master didn’t need mention what had happened. In the viceroy’s palace, engulfed by rage and grief, the Dark Side had called to the padawan. It had heard his anguish over his sister, and offered the means to avenge her...as well as the power to give retribution upon the ones who took her away from him.

On the day of, he thought little of it, and had been downright irritated when Farren tried to stop him. But in the days after, now that he had time to dwell on it...

...his hatred for the viceroy and his spawn had abated somewhat, what with Keimann stringing up most of them or throwing them to the angry mob. The Tof as a whole? They could all go burn in the depths of a star. How the general saw anything redeemable in the daughter was a mystery in of itself.

But reaching out with the Dark Side to lift the firstborn son had been...intoxicating. For the first time in a very long time, predicated by watching Master Murran’s starfighter explode, he had finally felt in control. He was now dictating events in accordance with his own desires and whims.

...and that terrified him just as much as it had thrilled him.

“...you didn’t bring me here to kill me,” Torok said, deciding to take a risk. His hands twitched uneasy, and he resisted the urge to place one alongside his lightsaber. “Between that comment about Farren and your own declaration of finding somewhere else to do this...”

Larid remained silent before tilting his head back up the path, signaling for them to resume their trek. “Aye. The Jedi Order as it is, or what’s left of it, cannot afford the luxury of pruning the garden, as it were. The extenuating circumstances of you reaching out to the Dark Side, as well as your own remorse and third-party testimony, have granted you a measure of leniency.”

He perked up at that. The first two factors that went in his favor were unsurprising, at the very least. But testimony? “Master Larid, who spoke for me?”

The human grunted as he used the Force to brush aside a boulder that had fallen in their path. “One of the first things Farren did prior to leaving was speaking in your favor. He was quite adamant about that, even as he was recovering from his little skirmish with the Revenant.”

“He did that?” Torok’s spirit brightened considerably. The fact that Farren had done that, even as he’d shouted and scorned him for not partaking in the bloodlust was...mollifying. But it was dampened by the mention of that crazy Dark Jedi. “Did you ever find the Revenant?”

He shook his head. “For all intents and purposes, she’s lived up to her namesake and disappeared. Keimann assured me that he’s got people still looking and combing the area where she fell, but I doubt they’ll find anything.”

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“And what if she appears again?”

“Then I trust my apprentice to do the right thing!” A light suddenly went off behind the human’s eyes. “I just realized that I should’ve asked him to sketch a picture of her face. All we have to go on are the ruins of her mask, a half-broken lightsaber, and a vision that nearly killed him.

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know of any planets with three moons? Each black, white and red?”

“I’m afraid not, Master Larid,” Torok answered.

“Blast.”

The two of them continued to walk. Once they reached the summit of the path, they found themselves before a vast plateau of ice, a frozen flatland as far as the eye could see, enclosed by a rotund mountain formation. And suddenly, the echoes grew stronger, and the taste of blood filled the Cathar’s mouth. It was all he could do to tune them out.

Larid, on the other hand, seemed to have no trouble, setting forth. “This is where the worst of the killings took place. They played games with them; chained the legs of two prisoners together, gave them a head start before they started to open fire. Some other variations involved cybernetic hounds, as well as using thermal weapons to melt the ice and drop them into subzero temperatures.”

How he could talk about such horrible things was baffling to the Cathar. Even listening to it by proxy was enough to cause his temper to flare and stir violently. But he reigned it in, suppressing the siren call of the Dark Side that promised him so much more.

“And we’re to have my Trials here?” he asked.

“Yes.” The answer came bluntly, and just as quick, Larid had shed his outer robes. The Shadow stood dressed in a black variant of the Jedi robes. Perhaps a uniform specialized to his own archetype as a Sentinel. “But before we begin, I’d like to ascertain your skills with a lightsaber.”

Torok nodded, hesitantly shucking off his own cloak. The layered tunic he had, in conjunction with his fur, would keep the cold out. He drew his lightsaber from its position on his belt, but held off from activating it.

“You were in the Salamander Youngling Clan, same as Farren and Kristen,” he said, tossing his own lightsaber from hand to hand. “Which meant that your training was overseen by the likes of Master Yoda.”

“He was the most prominent one, but he wasn’t the only teacher we had,” he replied.

“I can imagine. Did you receive any other training?”

He thought on it, and answered, “I trained briefly with Kazdan Paratus, learning mechanical engineering from his workshop.”

That seemed to be of particular interest to Larid. “And did he ever teach you saber combat?”

“No, master. Only how to better work a spanner or wrench. That was the condition for my lessons.”

“Good...no offense to him. His unique style of combat is exclusive to his species, and then only to Paratus himself. Tsui Choi was able to make do without the additional support limbs.”

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>>4075812
Hey ! Our pal from the trash world !
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The Cathar could only nod. His memories of Tsu Choi were hazy at the very least, recognizable only as a popular Jedi among the Order. Thoughts of Paratus, however, were equal measures bittersweet and easy to come to the forefront of his mind. The Aleena had certainly more than earned his fair share of being a borderline recluse, as well as difficult, albeit rewarding, to learn from.

Larid took a moment to pause, exhaling deeply. “Force help both of them, wherever they are...” Then, he switched tracks. “Who was your master, Torok?”

“You’ve destroyed another pair of training dummies? My very young padawan, just because you can repair them doesn’t give you carte blanche to do what you wish with them, no?”

“...Master Marrun,” he said, painful as it was to recall his teacher. The kindly visage of the elderly human still hurt to think or dwell upon for too long. All thoughts of him inevitably turned to his final moments. “He taught me Soresu and Shien over the course of my apprenticeship.”

“...good forms from a good man,” Larid murmured sympathetically, “I didn’t know him personally, but I knew of his reputation. Wise and patient in all affairs, from the smallest task to the grandest quest. The Order is greatly diminished by his loss.”

“My young apprentice, what is it that troubles you? Puberty? I remember being your age once...but that can’t be it. Girl troubles? No, I know for a fact that you care far more for starfighters than the fairer sex...come, sit down and have some tea. Perhaps we can puzzle this out together...”

“...thank you,” Torok replied sincerely.

The Shadow exhaled. “...I would like to know how he died.”

THAT caused him to go ramrod straight. “Master Larid?”

“I didn’t stutter, did I?” he replied, but not unkindly. “I’d like to know how he died. For both my sake, for the records, as well as your own. I was informed of the circumstances of your arrival with Farren, but I would like to hear it from your lips.”

“Tagg? Divot? What’s going on?! Why are you...why are you shooting at me?! Torok, stay away, keep in the back of the formation-!”

For the first time in as many days or weeks, Torok forced himself to relive the death of his master. “...he didn’t understand why they had betrayed him. He tried to reason with them, shooting only to disable their engines to buy time for him to understand and try to figure out what was going on.”

The Shadow frowned, heavily disturbed by the report. “...I see.”

“He managed to get eight clones before one of the cruisers opened fire with their battery...” Torok trembled as the memory caused him to experience the same helpless rage, that moment of despair when his master disappeared, Force signature and spaceship consumed by a fiery explosion. Nothing was left but debris and a scream that haunted his dreams. “...and then I was the target. And you should know the rest from Farren-”

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Without warning, Larid ignited his lightsaber. Twin blades of light burst from either end of the hilt, casting a green and eerie glow about their surroundings. Fumbling, Torok quickly lighted his, and added a deep hue of cobalt to the desolation of the glaciers.

“Let us begin.”

Not since his days as an initiate did Torok challenge someone with a double-weapon. And all his opponents then were his fellow younglings and training droids with staffs, not seasoned masters wielding double-bladed lightsabers.

However, this did not deter him. Recalling Marrun’s teachings, he fell into Form III, steadying himself as best he could on the ice as Master Larid came charging towards him. He would not see his master’s teachings dishonored. Form III to be calm in the eye of the storm as the enemies raged, learning their movements and attack patterns...then Form V to finish them with overwhelming strength.

Against the desolation and emptiness of the pleatau, every single time their ‘sabers clashed rang out like a clap of thunder. Larid was quick, darting in and out with his weapon with the swiftness of a hornet. The green blades were difficult to track, but not nearly impossible to block or otherwise dodge.

Torok reached out with the Force, and sent Farren’s master flying across the ice with a liberal application of Force Push. But Larid recovered swiftly, landing on his feet to skid across the plateau. He looked mildly annoyed that the Cathar had used the Force, but made little note of it.

He took a moment to gather his breath before he returned the favor. “Your master’s death was not your fault.”

Larid’s counterattack came fiercely. He spun his lightsaber like a Catherine wheel as he weaved his strikes from one side to the next. With the additional momentum to his attacks, even Torok found himself backpedalling. All it would have taken was a singular, strong blow to disrupt the technique, but he was too fast. There was no opening for him to exploit.

“Nor was it the Clones’, the objects of your anger and desire for vengeance.”

Blue met with green as their ‘sabers locked, and Torok was surprised to find him struggling to maintain the clash. Cathars were inherently strong, not nearly as strong as wookiees, but strong enough to dominate any fight. Yet here was Larid, barely a few inches shorter than his own 6’2’’, more than matching him in terms of strength.

And at the very least, the Shadow had the decency to look him straight in the eyes as he said, “It was your master’s.”

In an instant, all thoughts about restraint and control vanished in the cloud of rage that overtook the Cathar. The Force surged within him as Torok disengaged, lashing out with a furious punch to separate them both. Larid staggered back, spitting blood from a split lip before he grunted and pressed the attack once more.

He shook his head, almost pityingly. “Your anger doesn’t change that your master failed to act.”

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Torok roared, “He was outnumbered and they shot him down like cowards!”

“That didn’t stop you, did it?” he countered. “Outnumbered and without your master, you still managed to survive, but you seem to believe that you were helpless to do anything.”

The Cathar stumbled back as Larid sent a Force Push his way. He dug in deep, driving his lightsaber inside of the plateau to arrest his movement. And with a surge of power, he leaped from the glacier and brought his lightsaber down with as much power as he could muster.

Larid dodged effortlessly, punishing Torok with a swift punch to his own face. Enraged as he was, he barely felt it, and continued to trade blows and strikes with Larid.

“Why did Torok Lamal survive,” the Jedi Shadow asked, “When Master Murran did not?”

The padawan spat out, “I was the better pilot-”

That was the wrong answer. Larid’s features deepened into an irritated snarl as he drove himself aggressively forward.

“Wisdom and patience can only carry you so far!” shouted the human, punctuating every word with a blow from his lightsaber. “Crippling indecision brought the Order to its knees during the Mandalorian Wars, the Jedi Civil War and the Terror of Darth Nihilus! Arrogance and training pale in the face of sheer will, the will to act!”

“Are we to just be creatures of instinct, then?!” Torok spat back, recalling one of Murran’s lessons. “Reacting to what our feelings say?”

His teeth flared, startlingly white against the entirety of his black robes. “No. But your own dithering about your master’s death will only hinder you if you wish to become a Jedi Knight! And it's that indecisive helplessness that the Dark Side would exploit and prey upon!”

Their blades came together for a final clash, and any pretense of civility has long since evaporated with the snow they kicked up in their fight. Torok sought nothing more than to drive his blade completely downwards, cowing the human who thought he knew everything into submission. What did he know of loss, of violent loss and the pain that came with losing a father-figure, a sibling in all but blood?!

But to his surprise, Larid offered him nothing but sadness. “...your thoughts betray you. Take care not to lose sight of the foe before you.”

There was a noise as his lightsaber deactivated. Caught off-balance by his own aggressive posture, Torok stumbled forward. And then, a sharp pain in the back of his neck dropped him like a sack of vegetables. Nothing he did caused his limbs to respond, and he could feel the edges of his vision flickering.

“...at least we have ice for that injury of yours,” comes the distant voice of Master Larid. The human himself comes around, squatting down and lifting the prone head of the Cathar padawan. “...don’t worry, you aren’t dying. Little trick with nerves I picked up from some friends in the Outer Rim.”

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The eye he punched was starting to swell. He could make nothing of the Jedi Master beyond black clothes and black hair. “Who are you and what’ve you done to the crazy old man that Farren told me about?”

Larid’s eyes twinkled mirthlessly. “Oh, he’s very much here. And his patience is being severely tested against a padawan with anger issues teetering perilously on the Dark Side.”

In spite of himself, the Cathar laughed. It was an ugly laugh, a dry wheeze that wracked his body as he succumbed to the sweet, comforting darkness of a dreamless sleep. “...I think I understand how my brother turned out the way he did with you as his master...”

"Don't get too comfortable." His voice grew even more distant with every word. "...because your Trials have only just begun..."

==Interlude End==

Farren's journey will resume later
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>>4075981
>“Crippling indecision brought the Order to its knees during the Mandalorian Wars, the Jedi Civil War and the Terror of Darth Nihilus! Arrogance and training pale in the face of sheer will, the will to act!”
Master Larid spitting facts. To think that we've had to spar with him for most of our life.
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Where did everybody go?
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>>4076191
Im here
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>>4076191
Reporting in.
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>>4076191
Some of us are more than likely busy.

>>4076029
I'm impressed in a way that we unintentionally as players made Larid proud of Farren through our will to act.
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Might be time to move on to thread 2.5 QM, 900 reps in.
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>>4076191
Red 5 standing by.
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>>4076470
Last one was nearly 2k reps
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>>4076191
It says resumed later. So ded for now.
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>>4077150
Yeah, but WHEN is later?
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>>4077656
Later is any time after now. Now which is in the past already. Therefore now is later. However later can be later still than now. As later always comes after some-when. Ergo it is simultaneously always and never later.
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I'll post the last thing and choice in a few hours. Just need to run some errands first.
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One update, please. I have to ship out tomorrow for the military so everyone remember to use Sever Force on infected that can possibly be saved, learn Force flame, warn the lizards about the glassing, ask Keimann about Nomiana maybe, and use woo-woo crystal stuff to our advantage.
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Time for like a new thread, I think it is.
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“I need your help to put an end to this madness,” you say, gesturing to the environs beyond the polycarbonate windows. “This isn’t a war anymore, commodore.”

The breach has been sealed, but a great inferno burns at the edge of the crash site. Tall Walkers and Jombaral quadrupeds blindly rush towards the flames, throwing themselves atop it as if to smoother out their Mother’s bane. All the while, maintenance droids hurriedly weld and repair underneath the covering fire of flame turrets and laser cannons.

Continuing, you murmur, “The thing that you heard referred to as ‘Mother’ is a Force Entity, an abomination that would seek to subvert all life in the galaxy and reshape it into its own form.

“How do you know of these things?” Octavia shoots back.

“I’m a Jedi, remember?” The ghost of a smile twitches at the corner of your lip as you tap the side of your head. “We’re in the business of knowing things. But the point remains is that this abomination is coming back. And I can see her putting this ship to very good use.”

The commodore bristles at that, more from outrage than any sort of fear. “I would rather see the Globus scattered across the entirety of the continent before surrendering this ship to this... monstrosity.”

“You might end up giving it to her of your own ‘free will,’” you warn her. “As it stands, she’s only off-world, and the remnant of her presence still had such a devastating effect on your men, and somehow holds sway over the wildlife.”

“You don’t think that I’ve taken the proper precautions?” Octavia refutes. “This is hardly my first time dealing with a biological hazard.”

“Jombaral is far more insidious than a virus. And please don’t take my advice as patronizing. That’s quite literally the last thing that I want.”

“Then what is it that you want?”

“A partnership.” This time, you’re the one to extend your hand out to the commodore. “A ceasefire to hostilities, and the use of our talents in the service of the other. I have a plan to deal a serious blow, if not a fatal one, but I’ll need your help to do it.”

She stares at the hand warily, eyes flicking towards her husband and then back towards you. “What kind of help would you require? And this power of yours...don’t be vague with it.”

Octavia is at least considering it. That’s good. “I’ve made contact with the natives. Between their forces and your droids, we can mount a fearsome resistance against the forces of the Mother. That should give me enough time to traverse into what the natives call the Womb and Heart of Jombaral. They believe that the destruction of those would severely cripple the Mother.”

“It’s that simple?” The commodore shakes her head. “Give me the coordinates, Jedi. Within the hour, my Vulture droids will have destroyed everything in one or two bombing runs-”

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You cut her off. “That won’t work. I have to be there myself.”

She arches a questioning, dubious eyebrow. “Is the destruction that specific to warrant the scalpel in lieu of the hammer?”

“Not quite...” With a cursory measure, you use the most minimal amount of Force to lift up a nearby caff mug. It hovers no more than a few centimeters before you set it back down. “...there’s something that only I can do. I need to Sever both the Womb and the Heart’s connection with the Force. Then, you can commit whatever you want to a bombing run.”

Octavia scoffs. “You Jedi seem to have a talent for making a situation more complicated than it needs to be.”

“It’s called being thorough,” you counter. “But I digress. If we can pull this off, then I can see all of us off-world within a handful of days...” You pause, considering. “...is the Globus space-worthy?”

An irritated expression breaks across her features. “If it was, I would have taken off already. But it’s nearly finished. I’ve had maintenance droids working around the clock making the necessary repairs and adjustments. Why do you ask?”

You fumble for your datapad, and forward her a copy of Acting-Commander Marcs’ log. “The Empire put a quarantine on this planet. And the Chancellor...*ahem*, the Emperor himself got a good, hard look at the Mother when she was in her human form. Do the Separatists haven any sort of S.O.P. for dealing with a pandemic?”

Octavia doesn’t need to answer you. You can sense her emotions well enough as she reads the log, and her leather gloves creak as her fist tightens. “...contain and destroy. They can’t risk letting anything get out. If I was in the Emperor’s place...the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”

She’s reached the same conclusion that you did. And for a brief moment, you thought about the impropriety about breaking G.A.R. code. And then you shoved it away. “For us, it’s called ‘Base Delta Zero.’ I’ve only ever heard it used on entrenched enemies, and then, only with great discretion. I think this situation warrants it.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” snarks Octavia, before she sobers immediately. "...how soon can we expect a response fleet?"

"Considering how Kakarit is on the ass-end of the Outer Rim..." You run the math in your head before you shrug. "It could be from as few as three days to as long as a week. I'd say we're all lucky since the Emperor is consolidating power, but once he's done..."

"Then we all go up in flames, as this planet's the top of his metaphorical shit list," she concludes grimly. "...I'll have my droids accelerate repairs as much as possible...hold on a moment." Octavia furrows her brow in confusion. "You have your own spaceship. What's stopping my husband and I from simply setting the ship's reactor to overload and escaping with you?"

(cont.)
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>>4078630
>inb4 she calls us an idiot for chasing after the gurls
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“One thousand reasons, give or take a few hundred,” you counter bluntly, perhaps just with a little bit of steel in your voice. And her eyes visibly widen with the number you give her. Although there are two more, but the missing Jedi come part and parcel with dealing with both the Womb and the Heart. “I’ve read about what a Base Delta Zero can do. Even if Mother hasn’t been able to penetrate their sanctuary, I have severe doubts about whether or not their Firmament will last against sustained orbital bombardment.”

She seems to be fixated on the first part of your sentence. “One thousand?! You expect me to house one thousand refugees within a military vessel?”

“You don’t exactly have too many droids taking up space, do you? And I’m not about to leave people to die if I can’t help it.”

“Have you spoken to them about this?” she demands. “Is this really a condition of our ‘alliance’ to escape this planet?”

The truth is...no, you haven’t. But if you were in their shoes, you’d want a ticket off the planet before everything went up in flames. You’re quite sure that Bos would agree that there’s nothing left for the Kakari here. Nothing left for them but a slow death in a sunless cavern.

But Octavia has her own decision to make. Inhaling deeply, she answers, “...I will need some time to consider-”

“Advisory statement,” suddenly chimes HK-82. “You would be wise to accept my master’s offer. Explanation: even if you were to leave now, the fact remains that this Jombaral is a threat to the galaxy if left unchecked. Addendum: where would you even go with a Core Ship of a Lucrehulk?

The servos and gyros within B-33’s neck whine as the supertactical droid nods in agreement. “Commodore Mercantor, this unit estimates only an eleven percent chance of any sort of resistance. Your ship is ill equipped to withstand fire from continuous exposure to high-grade munitions associated with Base Delta Zero. You and your husband would not last any more than five minutes before your shields give out. With Master Farren’s aide, the admiral will have an expedited recovery-”

You gesture for the droids to remain quiet. “...there’s also some Jedi that need rescuing from both the Heart and the Womb. With them, we stand a better chance of escaping the planet uncontested by the Mother’s forces.”

The commodore thinks on it, then states, “Must be the Jedi in charge of the fleet up in space, yeah?”

“The very same. Master Uyer Kosa and her padawan, Arotta Bashur have been last seen on the path to the Womb and the Heart of Kakarit, respectfully.”

“Friends of yours?”

More than friends for at least one of them, but that’s a whole mess in of itself. Thus, you err with a truth and an old platitude. “All of the Jedi are considered to be extended family to each other.”

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“How quaint...” she pauses, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. You sense that some measure of resolve has filled her; she’s ready to make her decision. Her eyes open, and she continues, “...but you’re wrong about one thing, Jedi.”

“And what would that be?” you ask.

Octavia strides towards the bed her husband lays in. Admiral Mercantor seems to have at least found some measure of temporary peace as he lays still in repose. From the side of the bed, she produces a small towel, and gently wipes the sweat off his brow. Her expression doesn’t change, maintaining that same professional stoicism, but there’s a tenderness in her eyes, and a cloudy hue of emotions that you can sense.

“...you say that the Clone Wars are over,” she murmurs, setting the towel down. “And that the Republic emerged victorious against the Separatist cause.”

“I did,” you confirm.

The commodore exhales wearily. “...the leaders of our planet were had endured much from the corruption of the Republic. My and husband and I were among the first officers volunteered to the Separatist fleets. Not for prize money or fame, but for the simple desire to protect our homeworld from any predations.”

Not unsurprising. Master Larid had his own distaste for the Senate and chains of bureaucracy that shackled and deadlocked any sort of quick response. Both of you could at least understand why several systems had defected, even if you couldn't approve of it.

“A noble cause," you cede.

“And now that this ‘Empire’ has built itself atop the foundation of the Republic, I fear for a new regime, one drunk on victory, that would do far worse than anything the Republic could have envisioned or conceived. And the reprisal against the Separatist planets...”

Octavia shakes her head. “For us, Jedi, the war has only begun in earnest.” She pauses, running a delicate hand though the locks of Mercantor’s hair. “...and I fear that there will be no quick or easy end in sight for either of us.”

The commodore sets down the towel, walking back towards you. Once more, her hand comes up, and she matches your gaze with a fierce determination. "Very well, Jedi Gaelle. You've made your point. With my authority as the sole capable ranking officer of the I.S.S. Globus, I, Octavia Pullo Mercantor, offer a cession of hostilities against the Jedi Order, and the bedrock of an alliance against the creature known as Jombaral."

Dimly, you're aware of HK-82 snapping a picture as the two of you clasp hands; Separatist and Jedi, now united against a common enemy. Where this is going to lead, nobody knows. Will it splinter once Kakarit is a distant memory, or will it remain cohesive against the likes of the Empire.

Either way...what a moment for the history books this is gonna be.

>>You have convinced the Separatist Forces to join you!
>>Commodore Octavia Pullo Mercantor, the ISS Globus, and the 819th Droid Legion are yours to direct.

(cont.)
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>>4078781
Now we have all the droids we could ever need.

Except the B3
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>>And now, due to popular demand...

"When you conjure fire from the spirits," croons Bos, "It is far easier for you to conjure fire by manipulating the objects around you. There have been shamen and shamanka alike that have sprung flame into existence seemingly from nothing, but they were masters with decades of practice."

The Kakarit gestures to a piece of cloth hanging by the windowsill. The Force bends around her long, pointed talons...and the fabric bursts into flames.

"For beginners, simple fire made from agitating combustible objects is the easiest way to go about it. You can light candles or extinguish great infernos. Very useful in this kind of dry cavern. But if it's Spirit Fire, you want...the kind that would cut deepest against the False Mother..."

Similar to the trick she performed earlier that day, she manifests a ball of flames in the palm of her hand. You didn't pay attention to it due to other circumstances at the time. Now...you can certainly sense something different about this flame.

"I've never seen or read about anything like this," you admit. Spirit-Fire could be something unique unto the Kakari due to centuries of living underground. Not quite unlike the magick of the Nightsisters of Dathomir. "Am I capable of manifesting Spirit-Fire?"

"I fail to see why you aren't," she muses, handing you your own little scrap of cloth. "But come! You wish to learn from me, then I would see you start right away! Time is ticking, Jedi..."

It's not cheating because Bos isn't a Jedi...isn't that right, Master Larid? Kreia?"

...hoo boy.

>>Roll 2d6+8 Force (+3 Resolve, +5 Alter Affinity)
>Best out of three.

>>4078785
Last time I checked, I don't think Core Ships have their own manufacture capabilities. Currently, the ISS Globus has about 1000 Droids of myriad design and function that survived the crash and campaign against the Clones and Children. There is still room for improvement.

>>4078522
Godspeed anon. Thank you for your service.
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Rolled 3, 2 + 8 = 13 (2d6 + 8)

>>4078793
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Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d6)

>>4078793
b r u h
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Rolled 5, 6 + 8 = 19 (2d6 + 8)

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>>4078798
>Erection intensifies
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Nice
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>One off of Crit
>Inb4 we still get a Firestarter Trait
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>>4078798
BURN BABY BURN

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pG8TyIEAqps
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>>4078798
>inb4 This means we set everything on fire
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>>4078798
Napalm sticks to tree-zombies
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>>4078798
Burn, BURN INTO THE GROUND
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>>4078798
I approve anon.
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Thanks QM. Anons, can I get a send off for me joining our brave boys in white? I'm sure it will be just like the simulations.
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>>4079190
Godspeed and good luck anon.
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>>4079190
Enjoy being turned into a tree.
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>>4079190
See ya later.
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>>4079190
Good luck out there, anon.
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>>4079190
Good luck
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>>4079190
F
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>>4078797
>>4078798

It takes several tries, but you persevere in spite of repeated failure and seemingly no progress in sight. Sweat beads the front of your brow as you concentrate, using the palm of your hand as a locus for the Force. You won't settle for anything less than the ability to conjure the Spirit-Fire that Bos refers to. From there, you could work your way to manipulating and conjuring mundane flame.

Admittedly backwards, but that's the kind of Jedi you are.

But after what seems like an eternity in the hut of the shamanka, the Force responds to your will. Heat gathers in the palm of your hand, visible ripples that seem to gather and circle around some unseen point in your hand. You push further, gently guiding the power as it comes together, coalescing into a bright sphere of flame that fills the the hut with the radiance of a brilliant inferno.

"I've seldom seen this kind of raw talent before," Bos murmurs softly as you present her with the flame. "Well done, Jedi Wanderer."

>>You have learned a new Force power.
>>You have learned Force/Spirit Fire 2 (Alter) - a pyrokinetic ability that allows the practitioner to manipulate and conjure flames with the Force. From your own lessons with a Shamanka of the Communion of Spirits, you are able to generate a more intense flame from pure Force energy known as "Spirit Fire".

Exhausted as you are, from both the events of the day and this own venture into knowledge, you can't help but feel some measure of pride. You can't wait to test it out on the floating shrub that broke your arm.

The shamanka sets her kettle over the fire once more, and prepares a serving of celebratory tea. "But be warned. I've seen inexperienced Kakari scald themselves on their own flame. Just as your Force is life itself, so too is it in constant conflict. Borrow its power, you are more than willing, but never let it run loose or rampant lest you burn both Light and Dark away..."

You accept both sober reminder and the cup of tea. "I'll remember to keep that in mind...Master Bos."

"Hah!" the Kakari laughs. "You are two hundred years too young to be considered my apprentice, Jedi...but I still cannot help but wonder. Some of my clutchlings are the offspring of other shamen and shamanka I trained. Second generation clutchlings have an easier time learning the ways of the Communion. Are you...?"

"...my order takes us in as young as possible," you explain, with just a tinge of melancholy, "To minimize emotional attachments with our old lives prior to becoming Jedi. Most of us never knew either of our parents."

Bos doesn't quite know how to respond to that, but you can sense a cold anger that she suppresses beneath demure musings. "...I see. Be that as it may, it seems that you have a talent I seldom see outside of the offspring of those within the Communion. Would you not be interested in pursuing the truth of your lineage?"

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“W-wait!” Iskan panicked, and the words he utters froze you dead in your tracks. “You said that you’re a Gaelle? I visited a planet in the Outer Rim that had a community of them...humans named Gaelle! That’s why your name sounded familiar!”

Your mind flashes back to the offer of the Dark Jedi on Katarr, who offered you the coordinates of your alleged homeworld. The offer had been subsequently rejected, and Master Larid had stripped him of his connection with the Force before shipping Iskan off to a Republic prison. Come to think of it...didn't Master Larid say that he had uploaded everything into the archives of the Bantha?

Erring to to the conventional musings of the Jedi Order (read: Master Yoda), you shrug, "...it would only bring me unrest and confusion. That's the last thing that I need on my mind during the fight against the False Mother."

Bos nods, understandingly. "I see."

"Besides," you joke lightly, "Maybe the reason I pick up Force and Spirit Fire so quickly is my training as a Jedi. It can't hardly be that mutually exclusive."

"Perhaps..." the Kakarit takes deeply of her drink. "But you will need to direct all of your talent, learned here or off-world, for this next phase of the war against the False Mother. Your friends were quick to describe the monstrosity that nearly crushed your arm. That thing is none other than the Herald of Jombaral, and you are in grave danger for having attracted its attention."

Phantom pain twitches along your arm, and you find yourself standing up straighter than before. "What do I need to do in order to defeat it?"

The shamanka reaches into her robes, pulling out what appears to be some sort of ceremonial dagger. Embedded within the blade itself is a brilliant sunstone. "This is the Liar's Blade, the spearhead of the weapon that the Liar Chieftain carried into battle against the Children thousands of years ago. You must drive this blade into the core of the Herald in order to set it free."

You frown at the odd choice of words. Set it free? "I don't understand. Will that defeat it?"

"It will end the long-suffering song of our people," Bos intones, "...within the core lies untold numbers of trapped Kakari. Their souls scream and wail, begging for release. Many have gone to slay the Herald, only to have their souls ripped from their bodies and added to its perverse 'collective'. Until the Herlad is defeated, our ancestors cannot find peace in the world beyond."

You try not to shiver. That sounds dangerously close to Transfer Essence, one of the most depraved of the Sith teachings. "...what is the Herald?"

Bos stares into the fire with a distant look upon her features. "...thousands of years ago, the Herald was a promising Kakari, a revered member of the Communion. But he was the first to discover her call. Seduced by the False Mother, he became her Herald, and proclaimed her existence and power to the rest of our people."

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>>4081104
Ah, looks like Arotta's master became a soul snacc for a tree.
RIP.
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Nice. Rank 2 Force Fire. Good job anon. Also, while I'm def interested in tracking down our family, that would be better idea once we've rescued our friends and have a safe and secure base of operations to hide everyone from the Empire.

Also, that Herald is scary af, and reminds me of a discount Nihlius.
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>>4081107
Yeah, so nice, we worked so hard for it.

What's with this raw talent and literal force rating of 1 though, QM?
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>>4081106
Maybe my reading comprehension is slipping, but I don't see mention of that?
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>>4081107
I'd say it's more dangerous than nihilus, because he only ate planets, but Jombaral can subvert them to her cause. Turning a planet into your own personal army seems a bit more dangerous than just eating it and moving on to your next meal.
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>>4081111
It's probably that our Master focused on training us in the ways of the Saber.
Not like our Force Rating represents our potential, because otherwise it couldn't raise.

>>4081115
> Many have gone to slay the Herald, only to have their souls ripped from their bodies and added to its perverse 'collective'. Until the Herlad is defeated, our ancestors cannot find peace in the world beyond."
She went to to the most dangerous place on the planet and almost certainly got soulsucc'd.
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>>4081104
She pauses to give you the dagger. It feels warm in your hands, pulsating with an unearthly energy. "Had I but the strength to do so, I would mete out his punishment as the Grand Shamanka. Alas, the years have not been kind to me...but I fear that you will be but the latest in several champions who I have sent to their deaths."

"I won't so easily fall," you proclaim.

"That is what each one said before their departure..."

There's some measure of guilt in her words. Not completely unwarranted guilt, but at least something you could understand. It's a perversion of her Communion and blight upon her people, one that's existed for thousands of years. However, there's something else that you can sense, a sorrow that cuts deep with every mention of the Herald.

"You speak as if you were done a great wrong by the Herald," you observe. "I know what it's like to lose someone to Darkness..."

"I suppose you do," Bos murmurs, "...I lost my own son to the Herald. Should you encounter it once more, I would ask that you would set this old lizard's heart to some measure of peace by granting her the one thing she desires most."

>>What is the first thing you will do next thread?
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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>>4081124
>>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
She ate more of the fruit so she's on more of a timer then Master Uyer.
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>>4081124
>>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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>>4081124
>>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
Napalm sticks to saplings.
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081124
>>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081124
>>>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
Usually I’d be arguing for getting the more powerful Jedi Master, but it’s IC for us to get Arotta first
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081124
>>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
Also, ask for a couple of doses of that laxative she mentioned earlier.
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>>4081124
>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
So when are we going to tell them that they need to prepare for leaving their home planet?
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>>4081124
>>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
The guy might be currently being lunched on by a Force entity. We should act as quickly as possible.
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>>4081309
You have a point but Arotta's also close to becoming a thrall.

>>4081124
>>4081306
Switching to
>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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>>4081124
>>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.

Probably shouldn't sit on this for any longer than we have to
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081249
Would that even be useful if she's already digested any? I guess it could flush away any she'd recently ate though.
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>>4081124
>>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081344
It's pretty obvious the only way they can truly be saved is by giving Jombaral the full scorched earth treatment. They'll always be a bit tree but they won't be screaming about muthr anymore. Just gotta burn this planet and its lame ass god to cinders.
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>>4081124
>>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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>>4081363
>t. the Palpitator
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>>4081124
>>You will venture into the Womb of Jombaral to find Master Uyer.
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I’m in classes, but I’m cutting off the vote now. Before the thread wraps up, feel free to ask any questions.
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>>4081474
What class are you in right now?
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>>4081477
Scoring to Picture. Trying to recreate the themes from “Jurassic Park” and “Raiders of the Lost Ark” in MIDI.
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>>4081474
Can we fug the granny lizard?

On a serious note, do we have any idea what the Herald did to us, did it just sever us from the Force? Are the Heart and Womb in the same place?
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>>4081454
Gotta give them hearts some fits. By dropping apocalyptic levels of ordinance on them. Search your feelings, you know it to be true.
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>>4081507

Granny Lizard will be our step mom.
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>>4081522
>NBR
It's shit.
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta.
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>>4081482
There's a class for fucking around on Mario Paint?
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>>4081124
>You will journey into the Heart of Kakarit to search for Arotta
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>>4081107
I don't think it's terribly considerate to show up to a family's doorstep claiming to be their long lost son with an entire empire hunting him down.
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>>4082141
Also, after we get off of and burn this abominable rock we've still got much bigger fish to fry than gallivanting around with a blank family tree and a hyper-pen. Like, whale-sized fish.
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>>4082158
In that case, we should probably think about who we should talk to about housing a bunch of lizard people refugees with a caste of force users delivered by a former Separatist husband and wife team, their war droids, and up to three Jedi...

I'm not exactly too deep in SW lore, so the best I got is trying to contact Bail Organa or Mon Mothma, and while they're pretty decent with helping out refugees, we're going to have to find ways to inform them without the Empire noticing and us getting captured. Anyone else got any ideas?
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>>4082177
We can drop the lizards off with Keiman and let the Seppie power couple do whatever the hell they want.
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>>4082177
Take the lizard to keiman ask the couple if they want to go if no then just keep in touch
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>>4085555
>Quads
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>>4085555
Pretty gay bro but whatever.



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