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You would never get used to the stench of the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, then again with as much sewage and pollution that was being pumped this far down that was a given. You couldn’t believe that someone the First Order was looking for would go so far down into the corrupt guts of the trade moon, but given the 900,000 credits they were offering were far too good to give up the hunt. Turning up the collar of your jacket you continue down, hugging your jacket close to you as a rush of hot air from the thermal vent that sent the residual smoke from the incinerators up to heat the upper city.

This had been the fourth bounty you had taken since you had landed your freighter, The Nightshade, a week prior. It had been a veritable hunting ground and it was quickly becoming worse as more and more hunters flocked to the space. The thought alone made the grip on your WESTAR-44 pistol tighten, as it had become far more frequent for less honorable hut'uune to murder their competitors. Being this far down meant that you wouldn’t be found in that case and when you hear the rattle of a few pipes in a dark corridor it only reaffirms your caution.

Continuing down the wide and dimly lit corridor you went over the information you knew about your target.

Your prey was a small time contractor for Sonn-Blas who had had a change of heart before the big push the First Order was taking. A number of Thermal Detonator batches had been faulty and caused a number of troopers who had tried to use them fall victim to their own weapons. The Nerf Herder had gotten smart however and ran as far away as he could. While the First Order certainly had the Hutts on watch, they decided to outsource the work to the free market.

900,000 alive, 300,000 dead. The only question was, which way were you planning on taking the bastard in?

>A. Alive
>B. Dead.
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>>2184528
>B. Dead.
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>>2184528
>>A. Alive
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>>2184528
>A. Alive
May as well try to get the extra money
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>A Alive
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>>2184549
>A.
Holy fuck I can buy sooo much shit if this succesds
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>>2184528
>A. Alive
I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
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>>2184528
>>A. Alive
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>B. Dead.
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>>2184528
>A. Alive
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>>2184528

While 300,000 credits was no laughing matter, the fact that they were willing to shell out three times for a living prey certainly sweetened the deal. Thumbing the holster strap on and off you focus outwards, listening for any sort of sound or indication of life. If your intel had been good, your prey was on this level of the city. Of course this particular sector of the city was in the O’Djdai slums; Seems the Sarlacc-For-Brains really did pick the deepest shithole on the planet.

Turning the corridor you barely dodge out of the way of a swoop bike as the no doubt drugged pilot takes a wide turn at the next junction. Muttering to yourself you stick close to the wall and proceed cautiously down the corridor. Passing beneath a number of flickering bulbs you feel the tickle of eyes on your back and slowly unhook the handle of your blaster and prepare yourself; Just in case.

>Roll me a D20
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2184657
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

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Rolled 6 (1d20)

aight lets try it
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2184657
Rolling and tolling.
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2184657
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2184686
oops
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All your rolls are shit.
Shame! Shame!!
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>>2184690
Why not throw your dice in the ring then, my friend.
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>>2184690
lmao fuck us right?
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>>2184657
Let’s see if I can actually phoneroll.
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roll+1d20
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>>2184727
son of a btch I typed it wrong fuck.
I must whip myself in penance - and get on a fkn computer.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

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>>2184730
It's possible to do on a phone. Just put it in the options field and use lower case d.
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We still have hope. Maybe this quest is roll under for no reason.
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>>2184742
I think we can salvage this mission by following the advice of Revans love-able murder-droid.

...Let's find lots of gas and explosive mines, you can't go wrong with big explodey stuff.
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>>2184674
This passes, you are all very lucky
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>>2184754
We'll just have to roll worse next time.
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mother of mercy, the luck
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Your blaster clears the warn leather holster with an ease, twirling as your hand pushes your billowing jacket open. Squeezing the hair trigger you watch as an expanding blue ring of stun energy presses into the chest of your cloaked adversary.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF6RDpjGh3A

Or at least, it would have if they weren’t a shimmering blue apirition.

There was no mistaking it as you stared at the figure in the dark brown cloak and white robes of the traditional Jedi. You had seen the face before you in holorecordings of the Galactic Civil War when you were growing up, and knew the scar that resided on the right cheek from the months you had spent beneath his tutelage a long, long time ago.

You go to say ‘Master’ but manage to bite back that old training.

“Skywalker.” You say quietly, quickly holstering your pistol as he fully removes his hood.

“Daxter.” He says, rolling his shoulders before looking at you retreating weapon “Such an uncivilized weapon.” He Chides.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, your jaw tight as you overlook the young man before you. He only gives you the same sagely smile he always had whenever children asked him silly questions.

“I think by my appearance you already know.” He retorts, leaning beside the railing that rested by the hollow vent.

“I know what it means, what I am asking is why?” You ask, feeling your anger rising as you approach the apparition.

“You can feel it, even if you don’t want to admit it. It’s time.” He says, gesturing out into the expanse before you.

“Cut the Shab, Master; I’m not one of your starry eyed students…not anymore.” You speak with a venom, mentally kicking yourself for your slip that you KNEW he would catch.

The Grin he flashes you tells you he did. “Maybe not, but you complete the set. One Student.” He says, looking towards the sky neither of you could see. “One Failure.” He frowns and you feel your hands clench remembering no doubt the same event. However when he looks to you you feel the anger that fills you slowly fade away, replaced instead with the serenity the man had filled you with during his teachings.

“And one Graduate.” He says, reaching a hand out and you feel the slight tug on your chest as the crystal that rested around your neck floats towards the ghost.

>What do you say?
>A. No. I refuse.
>B. But I failed you then, I’m no Jedi
>C. And just how did I graduate?
>D. Other (Write in)
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>>2184855
And just how did I graduate?
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>>2184855
>C. And just how did I graduate?
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>>2184855
>>B. But I failed you then, I’m no Jedi

Nigga calling a blaster 'uncivilized' when it has a stun setting but a light saber doesn't.
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>>2184855
>>C. And just how did I graduate?
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>A. No. I refuse.

The first order did nothing wrong, coruscant shot first.
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>>2184880
They didn’t though...training setting wouldn’t kill
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>>2184855
>>A. No. I refuse.
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>>2184855
>B. But I failed you then, I’m no Jedi
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>>2184855
>C. And just how did I graduate?
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Looks like C takes it
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>>2184898
They didnt have a training setting did they? Wasn't it just training sabers?
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>>2185099
It's inconsistent between EU media. In Rebels it has a setting that you can turn down.
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>>2184855
I'm super on board with this. A belligerent almost jedi, pissed off but still get's shit done.
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>>2185118
In the darksaber episode they weren't able to turn lightsaers down though. It was a plot point that sparring without sticks would be dangerous.
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>>2185173
Oh that's true actually. But when Kanan originally trained Ezra after he built his saber, weren't they able to lower the intensity of the sabers? Could it have just been a darksaber thing?
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“And just ‘how’ did I graduate, Master?” You growl “If you haven’t noticed I don’t wear a goofy robe or run around with a laser word.” You continue, gesturing down to your current undercover gear.

He just chuckles, and with the wave of his hand the long vibro-knife you kept on your hip slides out without a sound. “It might not be impressive as a lightsaber, but the fact that you keep it charged shows you haven’t forgotten.” He teases, rolling the blade in his wrist before holding it back out to you.

You take it with a grimace, sheathing it before continuing the conversation.

“It means nothing! It’s a weapon! I’m not a Padawan anymore, I’m a Mando’ad Beroya! I have a family, a culture, a home! Something you took away from me!” You yell, encroaching on the young Jedi Master.

You see him visibly flinch as you announce these facts but he recovers just as quickly before returning a simple fact:

“It doesn’t change that you haven’t killed your quarry. You still let the code guide your life, even if it is in a...darker path.” He argues.

>Is he right?
>A. No. It’s simply better for payment.
>B. In a way. Some people had to die, but you would take those alive that you had to.
>C. As reluctant as you are to admit it, he is right; There were some jobs that would have been far easier to kill on, but you would not take a life if you could avoid it.
>D. Other (Write in)
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>>2185244
B for best.
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>>2185244
>>C. As reluctant as you are to admit it, he is right; There were some jobs that would have been far easier to kill on, but you would not take a life if you could avoid it.
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>>2185244
>A. No. It’s simply better for payment.
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>>2185244
>>A. No. It’s simply better for payment.
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>>2185279
>>2185264
>>2185253

And here we see the three different types of people XD
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>A. No. It's simply better for payment.
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>>2185284
triality of man?
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>>2185244
>>C. As reluctant as you are to admit it, he is right; There were some jobs that would have been far easier to kill on, but you would not take a life if you could avoid it.
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>>2185244
>>C. As reluctant as you are to admit it, he is right; There were some jobs that would have been far easier to kill on, but you would not take a life if you could avoid it.
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Seems we're at a tie
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>>2185253
Will change to c.
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>>2185244
>C. As reluctant as you are to admit it, he is right; There were some jobs that would have been far easier to kill on, but you would not take a life if you could avoid it.
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>>2185363
>>2185309
>>2185306
>>2185264

Seems we're a reluctant good guy

writin
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>>2185309
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>>2185284
Just because we try not to kill, doesn't mean we have to be nice.
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>>2185217
You're right. In season 2 episode 19 Kanan and Ezra are shown sparring at the beginning with their lightsabers in a mode that sounds different and leaves no marks on the wall.
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>>2185244

His declaration gives you pause as you looked over the blade that was held in your hand. He did have a point in that you had a history of taking in your charges alive, even if the bounty was higher if they came back in a pieces. You had always excused the behavior as being more of a challenge, and it had brought you honor in the eyes of House Vizsla. However the reality of it was simple: The Jedi Code you followed was far more important to you than the Mandalorian one.

While you were by no means a strict adherence, and many of your quarries were handed over missing something they started with, you still refused to take a life if it could be avoided. You even still wore a Kyber Crystal around your neck, and once upon a time it had found itself at the heart of a lightsaber. When Ben had turned against Master Skywalker you had been one of the few students who had refused to turn away from the Code. Outnumbered and overpowered you were beaten handily, your saber cut in half and your face permanently scared with a cut that ran through your right eye.

But you had survived, though you could not say the same for the others.

You awoke in an escape pod drifting above Dantooine, being grabbed by scavengers hoping for a cheap payout. Ever since you had turned away from the code, at least actively. You had closed yourself off from The Force and taken up one of the few things you had ever been good at: Fighting.

“What do you even want me to do? You’re a ghost, I’m a bounty hunter and if you hadn’t noticed; I’m in the middle of a job.” You point out, sheathing the Vibro Knife.

There’s a pause as Luke looks around before with a jerk of his hand a yelp is heard, a body flying out from a hall and landing at your feet. Looking between the body and the Jedi Master he just gives you a shrug and looks the other way. Confirming that he had, in fact, just dragged out the person you had spent the last six hours chasing you give a slight groan. Even after nearly twenty years the man could act like a child.

Drawing your Blaster Pistol you fire it at the man, watching him jerk as he screams out before going unconscious “Okay, I get it you want the job out of the way. NOW what?” You ask, rolling your eyes.

“That is for you to decide, Daxter; But if you’re anything like your father I know you’ll make the right one.” Luke says with a smile.

Of course it’s more nonsensical Jedi advice.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say, waving him away as you slap a pair of restraints on the unconscious man.

“May The Force be with you, Daxter Antilles.” Luke says, as you walk away.

Turning to look he’s gone, and you can’t help but feel a small smile rise as you walk towards the nearest turbolift.

>Roll me a d100
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

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Rolled 25 (1d100)

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Rolled 55 (1d100)

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>>2185580
>Antilles
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2185580
>all these mediocre rolls
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>>2185631
dice gods are feeling... ok. not bad or amazing
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>2185580
Space Wizards Hooooo
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

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Get ready for

RANDOM ENCOUNTER TIME!

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>>2185580

Placing the body into the turbolift you press a number up to the ‘surface’ level of the city when you hear a number of footsteps behind you.

“It looks like we were right to follow you, Bantha Poodoo.” You hear and turning around you feel yourself internally groan.

A trio of rather well armed gentlemen stood in the open space, the lead one’s foot keeping the turbolift door from closing. Judging by the colors they were Black Sun thugs, Black Sun thugs who clearly had no idea just who they were messing with.

“I’m warning you now, picking a fight with me is not worth the credits.” You explain, making a motion to stick your hands into your pockets when the lead thug presses a blaster pistol to your chest.

“No sudden moves and you’ll live to see the planetrise.” He attempts to threaten, though you knew he was nothing but hot Tibanna Gas

>How do you want to deal with the thugs?
>A. You’ve got blasters, may as well use them.
>B. Your Vibroknife skills could use some polishing
>C. Maybe Master Luke was right, it WAS time to go back to the old teachings
>D. Other (Write-in)
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>>2185705
>>A. You’ve got blasters, may as well use them.
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>>2185705
>>B. Your Vibroknife skills could use some polishing
Not the time to dust off our mind tricks and shit. An enclosed space with three dumbasses? knife fight city, population us.
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>>2185705
>>B. Your Vibroknife skills could use some polishing
Can't chance messing up using force powers, our dude's most likely rusty as hell. Just cut their blasters in half, and if they lose some fingers, fuck em.
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>>2185705
>B. Your Vibroknife skills could use some polishing
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>>2185705
>B. Your Vibroknife skills could use some polishing
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>>2184525
>Star Wars
Fuck yeah!

>Sequels
Fuck off.
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>>2185741
Relax, you might come to enjoy it without the SJW undertones

>>2185722
>>2185720
>>2185717
>>2185710

Roll me a D20+5
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>>2185741
>Fuck off.
Right back at ya pal.
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Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

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Rolled 7 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

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Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2185751
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Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

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>>2185751
Whats the rules we got goin here muh boi? Best of 3? Best of a pool/ What what?
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>>2185783
If you've never played a weaver quest I'll give you the run down of things as simply as I can:

1. Depending on your situation you might have a bonus or detriment to a roll due to circumstance.
2. Often i'll call for d100's with a DC appropriate of the situation, though there will be d20's as well for combat.
3. At random I sometimes flip the crit success and failure numbers simply because I don't want you to all get too comfy.
4. Just have fun, make choices with your heart and the character and you'll be in for a fun ride of amazing moments and certain failure
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>>2185751
It's just Legacy mixed with New Jedi Order and Legacy of the Force.
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>>2185814
Trust me, I'm infusing more Legends work into this than I think is healthy. Like many fans i'm upset with how they threw away almost 30 years of lore and I intend to keep as much of it in here as I can
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>>2185814
So there's no problems then? So far as I remember we haven't had any new blood in Star Wars quests. Lotta prequel, pre-this, pre-that. Let your hair down anon, relax. Let's be an asshole with a semi-decent heart and have some fun.
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>>2185705

https://youtu.be/KeTgginH0lI?t=58s

With both your hands up you were in little position to bargain your way out of trouble, however Skywalker did have a good point: Your Vibro-Knife was sharp, fully charged and positively dying to be used. Looking down at the barrel of the blaster and sigh.

“You really, really don’t want to do this, punk.” You warn, narrowing your eyes in feign-anger. In reality you were desperately reciting the old mantra you were taught when you first opened yourself up to The Force.

You could already feel the crawl of energy as you immerse yourself in the galaxy around you for the briefest moment. You had forgotten how...peaceful it was, even on Nar Shaddaa; Which was perhaps the most corrupt planet next to Coruscant itself. Shaking yourself mentally out of the nebulous feeling of peace you feel the Knife in its sheath on your hip, as well as the slow breathing of the man in front of you as he pokes you again with his blaster.

It was time to act.

With a mental tug the blade leaps into your hand in a reverse grip, the vibrogenerator already humming as you bring the blade across, cutting through the blasters barrel with ease. You follow the cut up with an elbow to the face, the aforementioned part of your anatomy located quite pleasantly close to his face. You hear the slight ‘crunch’ of his nose breaking as you continue the combo, punching the man across the face with your free hand as you reach down to your waist, drawing your Blast Revolver as he topples backward.

>Roll me 2d20+10 (Accounting +5 for each shot), let’s see how well your marksmanship is
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>>2185817
I didn't notice it was you until now Weaver, I suppose I'll lurk, but I'm a hardcore legendsfag.

Kaiburr Crystals or Adegan Crystals?
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Rolled 12, 10 + 10 = 32 (2d20 + 10)

>>2185830
Shoot em up!
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Rolled 19, 16 + 10 = 45 (2d20 + 10)

>>2185830
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Rolled 15, 19 + 10 = 44 (2d20 + 10)

>>2185830
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>>2185831
well, the more used of the lightsaber crystals is Kyber not Kaiburr however all three exists here.

Adegan being the more common of the two.

Kyber are rarer, as it takes longer to bond with the crystal and imbue it with the force rather than it having a natural connection to the wielder and the force.

The Kaiburr Crystals on the other hand are the rarest as they are the strongest crystals and shards of the legendary Kaiburr Crystal artifact that was destroyed.

>>2185836
Well Done!
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Rolled 2, 15 + 10 = 27 (2d20 + 10)

>>2185830
Bang. Bang.

Also those other rolls look godly.
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>>2185831
I’m also presuming that synthetic crystals are also an option.
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>>2185830

The two accompanying thugs are clearly surprised at their leader falling back clutching his face as his blaster falls in two. With as startled as they are it’s like gundarks in a barrel as you fire two shots in rapid succession, the still stun-set blaster sending both of the lugs to the ground in a heap. Stowing your weapons sigh before going though the task of rummaging through their wallets. You had warned them it wasn’t worth it, and you had docking fees to pay before you left.

Satisfied with the haul you leave the trio in a heap by the turbolift console for their trouble. They were dumb enough to mess with you, and so they could deal with the unforgiving mistress of the Nar Shaddaa nightlife. No longer being held up you ride the turbolift uninterrupted to the surface, your still unconscious charge slung over your shoulder.

You get a few strange glances from passersby as you make your way towards the Dejeck spaceport, but most as smart enough to realize you’re on ‘important business’. After paying off one of the customs officers you find you and your new repulsorsled ‘package’ in front of your ship:

>Just which ship is yours? (following pics related)
>A. The Dark Lady
>B. The Dawntreader
>C. The Nightshade
>D. The Sparrowhawk.
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>>2185926
>>B. The Dawntreader
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>>2185926
>The Dawntreader
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>>2185926
>B. The Dawntreader
I don't know much about ships but this one looks like it is having the most fun.
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>>2185926
>>B. The Dawntreader
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>>2185926
>B. The Dawntreader
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>>2185926
>B. The Dawntreader
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>>2185926
>A. The Dark Lady
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>>2185930
Goddamn if that name isn't nice. Also a fun juxtaposition. We're in part a mean sonafabitch with a ship named that.
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>>2185926
>>B. The Dawntreader
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>>2185953
So yea, count me in for Dawntreader.
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>>2185946
I respect your protest vote.
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>>2185946
Supporting the clearly superior ship.
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>>2185926
>B. The Dawntreader
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Looks like we're on the dawntreader boys

writin
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We’re a Mando-Jedi? That sounds cool! I think in Rebels they mention the first user of the darksaber as the only known Mando-Jedi.
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>>2185926

The Dawntreader was old vessel from the Galactic Civil War. A Loronar E-9 Explorer, you had modified it extensively since it had fallen into your service ten years prior. Aside from the usual weapons and shields upgrades you had slaved the ship's entire systems to the cockpit to allow you to fly it solo. With all the extra space you had managed to also cram in a number of stasis cells to keep your captures alive with as little fuss as possible.

She was as up to date as you could make her, if only because she was your livelihood. Without her you couldn’t make hunts, you couldn’t make credits and you couldn’t keep hiding. At least, that’s how it used to be.

With your charge safely tucked away in the stasis cell you flicked the switch to the comms and spoke up.

“Dee-Eight, get us prepped for a drop off at Ord Mantell; I’ll be in my quarters.” You announce, a series of low chirps and rumbling hum coming back in response. “900,000 and a nice oil bath for you.” You promise before clicking the comms off.

Feeling the floor rumble slightly as the engines kicked up you take a seat in the small quarters that took up the north-east quadrant of the saucer. Flicking on the lamp you take a quick look around the spartan quarters you quickly shrug off your jacket and hang up your holster belt.

It was time.

Tugging your necklace from your chest you sit cross legged on your bed and hold your hands out, the Crystal sitting in your palms. Closing your eyes you reach out in The Force, focusing your attention on the crystal you begin to meditate. Unlike when you were a kid you focus on the past, not the present. As you begin to sink deeper into the Living Force a single emotion makes itself prominent:

>A. Vengeance: Ben Solo and the First Order took everything from you, and you would ensure they would pay.
>B. Mourning: You had lost your home, your friends and your Master; You would see to the end of the fight in their memory.
>C. Courage: It would take guts to fight the First Order head on, but you knew you had what it takes.
>D. Hope: The Galaxy was in the shadow of tyranny, and they would need a beacon to flock to.
>E. Duty: You were a Jedi Knight now, it was your duty to protect the people.
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>>2186079
>>A. Vengeance: Ben Solo and the First Order took everything from you, and you would ensure they would pay.
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>>2186079
>>D. Hope: The Galaxy was in the shadow of tyranny, and they would need a beacon to flock to.
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>>2186079
>>E. Duty: You were a Jedi Knight now, it was your duty to protect the people.
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>>2186079
>F. Acceptance: You are a bounty hunter now. You have no obligation to the galaxy. This is fine.
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>>2186079
>>B. Mourning: You had lost your home, your friends and your Master; You would see to the end of the fight in their memory.
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>>2186079
>>C. Courage: It would take guts to fight the First Order head on, but you knew you had what it takes.
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Just to peel back the curtain here for a second:
This choice does not lock you in a path, all it does is decide what color the crystal will take on.
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>>2186079
>C. Courage: It would take guts to fight the First Order head on, but you knew you had what it takes.
Mandolorian Stubbornness!
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>>2186079
>>A. Vengeance: Ben Solo and the First Order took everything from you, and you would ensure they would pay.
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>>2186079
>>A. Vengeance: Ben Solo and the First Order took everything from you, and you would ensure they would pay.
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>>2186079
>B. Mourning: You had lost your home, your friends and your Master; You would see to the end of the fight in their memory.
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>>2186079
>C. Courage: It would take guts to fight the First Order head on, but you knew you had what it takes.
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>>2186079
>B. Mourning: You had lost your home, your friends and your Master; You would see to the end of the fight in their memory.
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>>2186079
>C. Courage: It would take guts to fight the First Order head on, but you knew you had what it takes.
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>>2186079
>B. Mourning: You had lost your home, your friends and your Master; You would see to the end of the fight in their memor
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>>2186079
Changing vote to B.
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Looks like Mourning wins
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>>2186079
>D. Hope: The Galaxy was in the shadow of tyranny, and they would need a beacon to flock to.
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You remember the people you had called friend during your time at the Jedi Temple, and the fact that they were now one with The Force. You thought of your late Master, who even though you did not speak to for the last fourteen years had come to you. At first it filled you with anger, the sort of anger that drove men to seek revenge. But as you continued to meditate it slowly ebbed away into the serenity of acceptance. While you could never bring them back from the Netherworld of The Force, you could carry the torch of their memory.

You felt The Force shift as you continued to reaffirm your emotions and open yourself further to the connection of the Living Force. You do not know how long you spent opening yourself up, however when you roused from your thoughts you found yourself hovering above your bed; The once clear crystal now a rough and milky white. Sinking back to the bed you got to your feet and made your way to the cargo hold.

You had made a habit of keeping a small workshop in the hold after the old hyperdrive cracked mid jump and had to wait a week until someone jumped by and towed you to station. Making a quick call to D8 at the cockpit you had another eight hours until you dropped out at Ord Mantell. With that in mind and a few spare ingots of Beskar for your armor you got to work...the only question was what sort of weapon did you have in mind?
>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
>B. You were better up close, Lightsaber Shoto.
>C. Better to keep them at range, Saber staff
>D. Something else (Write-In)
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>>2186165
>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
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>>2186167
This.
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>>2186165
>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
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>>2186165
Only a master piece.
>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
Start out basic, I assume we could change it later.
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>>2186165
>D. Have a trick up your sleeve, Dual-phase lightsaber
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>>2186165
>>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
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>>2186165
>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
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>>2186165
>A. Keep it traditional, a single Hilt lightsaber
One hand on the saber, the other on the force
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>>2186165

It takes you some time but slowly you begin to cut and shape the beskar into the familiar shapes of Lightsaber components. It is less however that you build as it is you allowing The Force to guide your hands as you work. As one hour blurs into three you feel an almost tranquil high as you remember the first time you had built a Lightsaber.

Master Skywalker had made it a point to be present for each and every one of his students when they built their first Lightsaber. You could almost feel the warmth of his hand on your shoulder again as you carve out the casings for the focusing lenses and the low rumble of his voice as he guided you through the steps. It was the lenses that were the hardest to craft, having to melt the dirt on your own shoes to get enough silicate to get an adequate focus.

With your pieces assembled you could almost feel a tear forming as you extended your hand out, The Force flowing out and weaving itself though each piece. One by one they begin to float and hover and with a wave, they begin to assemble themselves into the familiar shape of a Lightsaber hilt. As each piece continues to assemble you practically tremble as it completes, sinking into your palm.

You had taken time to decorate the outer hilt with a series of grooves that equal parts depicted the art of Mandalorian culture, but gave a firm grip on the hilt. In addition thanks to the Beskar construction the hilt itself was blaster proof and Lightsaber resistant, meaning you would not be disarmed again. Looking over the hilt you see that everything is in order, you stand up and hold the hilt vertical.

With a push of the activation button and a low rumbling ‘bwa-Thummmm’ a brilliant white blade of light overrides the pale yellow of the shops lighting. Slowly waving the blade around you hear the slight hum as it cuts through the artificial atmosphere effortlessly. Shutting it off you feel your knees go weak as you fall to the floor, overcome by the overwhelming fact before you:

You were a once more a warrior of The Force.

>I’m callin it here for the night boys and girls. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves. See you in the morning
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>>2186229
Goodnight. Thanks for running.
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>>2186229
thanks for running weaver
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>>2186229
I’m excited to see where this quest goes!
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>>2186276
Hopefully some starship dogfighting.
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>>2184525
dice+1d000000
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

Because I missed most of this do to sleep, I’m going to roll just to see what the future holds in terms of luck
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My only Star Wars experiences are Rebels, and The Clone Wars(when I was a small child). Should I bother watching all the movies at this point? Everyone knows what happens in them.
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>>2186443
yes you should, no question
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>>2186443
So you don't know about endor?
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>>2186443
I knew the ending of planet of the apes long before I saw the movie. Liked it better than the new ones. Also, reading or hearing about a movie is different from watching it.
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>>2186443
Viewing order;
>A New Hope
>The Empire Strikes back
>The Phantom Edit (The Phantom Menace edit)
>Attack of the Phantom (Attack of the Clones edit)
>Dawn of the Empire (Revenge of the Sith edit)
>Return of the Jedi
>The Force Awakens
I would also suggest reading up on the comics and playing some of the games if you want something else to occupy your time.
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>>2186586
No, HAL9000's prequel edits Approaching Storm and Labyrinth of Evil are better, with Shadow of Deception being entirely optional.
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So with the First Order being reverse decimated, are they small potatoes to the galaxy with like, 10 star destroyers at most?
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>>2186229

The lurch out of hyperspace rattled the ship slightly as you made your way back to your quarters. Donning your usual battlegear you carefully unhook the sheathe of your vibro knife, placing it on your bed before clipping the lightsaber in its place. There was no reason to get armored up, so with your jacket, blasters and lightsaber in place you made your way up to the cockpit. As the door slid open a series of angry beeps and whirrs assails you as you feel a small probe jab you in the lower abs. You reach down and gently running your head over the dome of your companion, R8-D8.
“Don’t worry, once we dock with the station you can go get your bath while I pick up the bounty.” You drawl, drawing a few of the credits you still had from the goons before lowering them to the droid.

D8 Chirps, a manipulator shooting out from his chest and grabbing the handful of plastic chips before retreating them into his body. You had picked up the droid five years back on a job on Tython, as you needed a little extra credibility to being a flight mechanic and the astromech droid fit the bill. While at first D8 was polite and well-to-do it quickly realized the position it was in and within three months was a short-tempered droid who loved credits and the finer upgrades in life. It only became worse for you when you discovered even with a deeper modulator R8’s personality matrix was female.

You step aside as the droid continues to beep and chirp down towards the landing ramp, waiting for the door to close before muttering any complaints. Looking out to the station ahead of you, you switch on the commlink and when the connection clears speak up.

“This the Dawntreader requesting docking to Dogah Station. Transmitting credentials now.” You state, pressing a pair of buttons you hear the slight blurb of the transmission. Stopping the ship’s momentum its a pregnant few moments as the spacedock authority processed the data.

You knew they wouldn’t find anything nefarious, after all you would be a cruddy bounty hunter if you didn’t have a squeaky clean ship with an alias. However as you sat there you couldn’t help but feel the same nervous tension you always did when you transmitted these false codes. However another minute of waiting passes and a green light flashes on your console as a proper voice speaks up.

“You’re clear to dock in bay 64, Mr. Jerris. Dogah Station welcomes you.”

(cont)
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>>2187031

With your clearance recognized you pilot the ship in with a practiced ease. Watching the stars fade into the background as the station comes closer and closer until it swallows your vision whole. When you feel the slight shake of the docking legs rumble with the connection to the staton you quickly go through the process of shutting down the engine and systems, rendering the ship inert. With The Dawntreader going nowhere you pull a small code cylinder from the console and slip it into a pouch on your belt. If someone wanted to take your ship now, they’d have to pry the cylinder from your cold, dead hands.

Making your way to the ramp you find that it has already been dropped and R8 gone. Giving a chuckle you pass the ramp you deactivate the stasis cell and give your prey an extra stun just in case as you make the journey towards the bounty desk.
>Roll me a d100
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>>2187034
Rolling.
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2187041
>>2187034
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>2187034
It begins.
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>>2187034
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>>2187034
here, have a 1
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>>2187034
Whelp, here goes nothing.
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>>2187034
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>>2187106
I’m >>2186339 by the way, just posting at a different place
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2187034
No, we were so close!
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>>2187034
Lmao we are fucked
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>>2187034

It’s a uneventful ride up the turbolift to the bounty deck, though you really reaffirm to yourself that you need to invest in a repulsorsled for bodies instead of having to heft them everywhere. You get a bit of a look from the officer at the desk when you set the body down beside you.

“Hello there; I’m here to make a deposit.” You say with a bit of a smile

The desk officer is clearly used to this sort of humor and just gives you a stone look.

“Name.” He says slowly, his fingers sliding to touch at the keys of the holoterminal.

“Gallius Wester.” You reply, nudging the body beside you.

“Bounty?”

“900,000; Alive.” You answer.

The man looks at you and then peers over the desk to the body.

“500,000.” He says and you feel your eyes narrow.

“The Bounty says Ni-.” You go to speak, however the man interrupts you with a sternness you hadn’t expected from a pencil pusher.

“The contract the First Order has with rabble like you has changed. Is this generous offer not good enough for you, Bounty Hunter? Or do I have to call the troopers?” He asks with a grin.

>what do you do?
>A. Just take the lesser bounty
>B. Does this Nerf Herder really think he can tell you what to do?
>C. All talk, but he’s got no spine, push him.
>D. “You will give me my credits.”
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>>2187140
>C
Fuck him and people like him on principle
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>>2187140
D. You will give me my credits.
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>>2187140
>C. All talk, but he’s got no spine, push him.
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>>2187140
>B. Does this Nerf Herder really think he can tell you what to do?
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>>2187140
>C. All talk, but he’s got no spine, push him.
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>>2187140
>C. All talk, but he’s got no spine, push him.
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>>2187140
>>C. All talk, but he’s got no spine, push him.
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Roll me a d20, let's see how well you intimidate this punk
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>>2187173
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>>2187173
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>>2187173
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>>2187178
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>>2187173
I promised my droid that money!
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Here comes the nat one!
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>>2187173
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>>2187140

Pulling your blaster from your holster you give it a slow twirl.

“This is a WESTAR-44, one of the most powerful heavy blaster pistols on the market. With a fast cyclic rate and reinforced powerpack it can ionize tibanna with a 20% decrease in bleed off. Now I just have one question for you.” You explain, slowly pressing the barrel to the transparisteel that separates you from the desk worker.

“Do you think your life is worth holding money from me?” You ask, flicking the switch that started the powercell’s charge process. The slow whine growing louder and louder.

“Y-you don’t scare me, p-punk.” He stammers, one hand moving from his keyboard towards the bottom of the desk and no doubt the panic button beneath it.

“Do you really want to risk it? Sure you can hit that button and you’ll be dead before your precious stormtroopers can save you.” You insist.

Theres is a pregnant pause before he looks at you with a weak flash of resistance before he sighs,and begins typing in a series of numbers into the terminal. After a few seconds he slides a card across your desk and gives you a grin. “You won’t leave this station alive.” He warns.

You shrug, and simply squeeze the trigger, a plasma bolt sizzling through the transparisteel and burrowing into the man's skull. You didn’t want to kill the man, but you really had no choice. Cuffing the bounty to the chair beside the desk you make your way back down.

>Roll me a d20
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>>2187220
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>>2187220
...I don't think anyone really wanted to kill him. Didn't we already establish that we follow the Jedi code?
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>>2187220
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>>2187220
Based, that's what the fake credentials are for.
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>>2187220
Well are first kill was some nameless desk clerk. Feels weird.
>>2187231
Yeah, wasn’t expecting that.
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>>2187231
the jedi still kill people, just not as first choice
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>>2187290
Sure, in combat. Not in this sort of situation.
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>>2187322
but do we follow it religiously?
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>>2187325
I would've liked actual control over that decision. Shooting an unarmed man in the head is about as far from the Jedi code as it gets
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>>2187329
I'm not saying we gotta kill him, i'm just saying if it avoids troopers on our ass already it probably isn't the worst choice to make
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>>2187329
Funny, everything you just said in that sentence is wrong.

Tell me, which of the following scenarios is the least violent:
1. Let the man live, he hits the button and Stormtroopers (inferring the Man works for the First Order) show up and have to be killed. Total casulties: >20

2. Attempt to stun the man, which would fail because the transparisteel would dissapate the stun, Man hits button and draws a weapon. Total casulties >21

3. Kill the man, and buy enough time to potentially get away without alerting the station security. Total casulties: 1
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>>2187290
>>2187322
Just a quick PSA: You were trained within the Jedi Code over a decade ago. You have been away from that for over a decade at this point (as determined by how long ago the incident with Luke and Ben was). The Jedi Code is a distant memory to you, but a memory that lingers. You are not bound by the Code, but as determined by previous choices, you do respect its base morality. To summarize: YOU ARE NOT A JEDI IN A CLASSICAL SENSE. You were a padawan when Ben destroyed the temple. You are a bounty hunter now. You DO kill on occasion, it’s just been stated that you prefer to not.
As for the decision to kill, here is what it comes down to. If you had left them alive then they could have alerted the First Order and gotten you into trouble. Yes our blaster has a stun setting, but let me tell you this: The stun setting does not work through any solid material, such as transparisteel.

Yes I know Weaver just wrote something similar, we are sitting right next to one another.
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>>2187345
Don’t kill him and run as fast as possible.
Try to dodge lazer fire and leave. Total causalities: >0

I’m not saying killing is bad, just that we already established we had a no kill rule. We brought back all those other bounties and never killed one of them, because we followed the jedi code. >>2185580
“His declaration gives you pause as you looked over the blade that was held in your hand. He did have a point in that you had a history of taking in your charges alive, even if the bounty was higher if they came back in a pieces. “You had always excused the behavior as being more of a challenge, and it had brought you honor in the eyes of House Vizsla. However the reality of it was simple: The Jedi Code you followed was far more important to you than the Mandalorian one.

While you were by no means a strict adherence, and many of your quarries were handed over missing something they started with, you still refused to take a life if it could be avoided.”
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>>2187349
this is as i suspected, thank you
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>>2187371
And how would you get The Dawntreader Out of the hangar. It is standard protocol to lock down the hangars; Ergo you are trapped on a hornets nest.
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>>2187378
All I know is our character doesn't make any sense now.
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>>2187371
You are correct, you did adhere to the Jedi Code, as you did once. You adhere to the basic morality of it all, only killing it necessary (and to merge with the Mandalorian one, if it is the best thing to meet your needs).
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Well due to bad rolls we are in a bad position. But remember this is not a video game, we're not locked into anything. If we think, we can win. Next story segment soon?
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I’m just saying if we didn’t kill during our off-screen bounty hunting, why start? And with some random guy who could call the stormtrooper equivalent of mall cops?
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>>2187419
Don't mad mouth the stormtroopers.
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>>2187220

As you round the corner you holster your pistol and sigh. It never sat well with you, but some deaths needed to happen. You were no stranger to ending a life, and The Force knew just how many people caught a blaster bolt from you when a firefight broke out. At the end of the day however you were alive and with the First Order desk clerk’s body cooling off you had at least a few minutes before security even caught wind that there was a murder.

So you go to the one place you wanted to go to lay low: the cantina. With a new deposit of credits sitting fat in your account a reward was in order for your hard work. Grabbing a tall mug of Corellian Spiced Rum you take your victory purchase to the far side where the thick transparisteel window bands around the station.

With a long draw from the mug you savor the warmth that settles into your bones. You never liked the artificial temperature most stations kept themselves at, just cold enough to be felt but warm enough to be comfortable. Propping yourself up on the railing that kept the more drunk patrons from falling down to the lower level of the cantina you look out to the stars, mulling over your drink.

Luke was dead and the whole galaxy knew it now as holorecordings of his last battle played across the holonet. It was heavily edited, and voiced over to put the Order in a good light, but it seems everyone knew it was fishy. He had said it was time, but time for what?

As the stations klaxons suddenly pick up their shrill tones you see a shape you had not expected to see in your time drop out of hyperspace. A Victory I Star Destroyer. Abruptly the klaxons cut out and a voice speaks up on the intercom.

“This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Rebel Alliance. To the occupational forces, surrender and you will be allowed to leave the system. Stay and we will be forced to fight.”

Sithspit. It just HAD to be the rebels.

The First Order’s response is clear to you and everyone else as the station vibrates, brilliant green lances of turbolaser fire towards the vessel. Before you can even drop your drink and race for your ship a dozen blaster bolts ring out in the halls as a number of stormtroopers rush up to meet them. Growling and muttering curses you come to terms that you’re now pinned in between the First Order and the Rebel Alliance.

>What do you do?
>A. The Rebels would pay handsomely for an ‘elite’ Mandalorian commando. Time to fight some bucketheads
>B. You had already killed one Order servant, maybe you could make it up with a few rebels
>C. This wasn’t your fight, just do what you have to to get to your ship
>D. Other (write-in)
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>>2187495
>>C. This wasn’t your fight, just do what you have to to get to your ship
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>>2187495
>>A. The Rebels would pay handsomely for an ‘elite’ Mandalorian commando. Time to fight some bucketheads
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>>2187495
>C. This wasn’t your fight, just do what you have to to get to your ship
We havn't even had a chance to spend our credits yet.
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>>2187495
C. Fly outta the station as it blows up.
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>>2187495
>D
Contact Poe and tell him you'll turn off the shields to the station for a price. Leave as soon as you can. You make a contact for later missions for $, and you keep your skin for another day.
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>>2187553
This.

This is true mandalorian
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>>2187495
>>C. This wasn’t your fight, just do what you have to to get to your ship
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>>2187553
I'll change to this.
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>>2187495
This guy >>2187553 has the right idea
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>>2187495
>C. This wasn’t your fight, just do what you have to to get to your ship
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>>2187553
Switch
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looks like we’re gonna national treasure this space station.

I will write. But keep in mind I’m phoneposting and I have 40% battery
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>>2187495

As you look at the sound of the bolts growing closer and closer a thought occurs to you: why not have your cake and eat it too? With the shields up and combat going on there is no way the imperials would willingly let you leave, and the rebels wouldn’t give up the fight unless support came to push them away or they won. So why not make some credits while getting what you want?

Running towards the exit of the cantina you press a commlink to your ear “R8, I need you to get back to the ship and patch me into the ship out there. Yes that rebel ship. No I’m not crazy, I just think we can make some profit out of this while we get out of here.” You hang up the call as you exit the corridor and immediately your senses are screaming as a number of stormtroopers round the corner.

“Halt!” The leader says, leveling his blaster at you.

>Do you comply?
>A. Of course
>B. You don’t have time for this
>C. Tell a lie
>D. Other
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>>2187721
>A. Of course
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>>2187721
>A. Of course
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>>2187721
>D
"Isn't there a rebel fleet outside trying to destroy the space station? And you want to waste your time with me?"
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>>2187721
>C. Tell a lie
there is rebel scum shooting up the cantina! I barely got away!
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>>2187721
>>2187737
Supporting
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>>2187737
This.
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>>2187737
Seconding this.
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>>2187737
Rebels vainly dashing themselves against our shield is no excuse to abandon new order discipline. Men, take this coward to the brig.
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>>2187721

You look to the group of troopers with equal measures confusion and frustration.

“Isn’t there a rebel cruiser out there and you’re telling me to halt? Isn’t there something more important to be worrying about?” You ask, your hands nevertheless coming up.

“There are reports of blaster fire on multiple decks and we’re detaining you under the suspicion of treason.” The soldier replies.

Before either you or him could continue however a yell down the hall causes the trooper to jump as a group of ragtag men and women come around the corner, blaster rifles in hand. The Force around the stormtroopers swirls with a chill as your hand is already moving down towards your waist.

“Rebel Scum! Blast them!” The trooper demands, raising his gun as they all scatter

Kriff!

>Roll a d20+5
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>>2187790
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>>2187790
May the force...
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>>2187790
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>>2187790
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>>2187900
WEW

Now then, a second vote:

>Just how do we do this?
>A. We’ve got blasters, time to use them.
>B. You did just build a new lightsaber...and you do need test it.
>C. You do need to start using the force again.
>D. Other.
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>>2187975
Lightsaber.
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>>2187975
>B. You did just build a new lightsaber...and you do need test it.
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>>2187975
>A So we really need to make them think we are a Jedi right now?
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>>2187975
>>A. We’ve got blasters, time to use them.
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>>2187975
>B. You did just build a new lightsaber...and you do need test it.
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>>2187975
>A. We’ve got blasters, time to use them.
The lightsaber and the force are for times when we need to go all in. This is a relatively low stakes fight.
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>>2187975
>B. You did just build a new lightsaber...and you do need test it.
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>>2187975
>>B. You did just build a new lightsaber...and you do need test it.
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>>2187975
>A.

Guys let’s save our new toys for a situation that actually requires it.
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>>2187975
>A
We're on a space station under attack, now isn't the time to field test stuff.
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>>2188205
Fiiiiiiiiine. I'll switch to A. I wanna use our fancy new laser sword soon though.
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Looks like we’re going Shooty Bang Bang.

Roll me a D20+5
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>>2188273
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>>2188273
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>>2188273
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>>2188273
Dice gods pls
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what I’m amazed about Is this is one of my quests and still no Crits
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>>2188302
AND Yes, I’m rolling to see if i’d get a crit
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>>2188309
I wonder who could be taking all the crits
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>>2188273
I’ll get the crit Weaver
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>>2188469
Or not
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>>2188273
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>>2188273
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Shouldn't we just kill ourself? We have the potential for the dark side in us.
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>>2188686
I also support a quest ending in suicide but I'm going to need an actual in character motivation before I throw in with you.
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>>2188756
That's the in-character canon reason for Luke attempting to murk Kylo, then murking his library and himself.
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>>2188759
Please contain your butthurt.
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>>2188759
No spoilers please.
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>>2188781
The Jedi must end.

I just feel so bad for Mark Hamill, instead of getting a sexy redhead waifu he had to suck titty milk out of a space seal.
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>>2188799
>implying seal wasn't his waifu
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okay boys and girls, just got home. Going to warm up from the fucking aids that is the outside and potentially post.

If you hear nothing from me I passed out in the warmth of my bed

-Weaver
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>>2188934
Leave your toes out just in case
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>>2188952
Did you lick them?
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>>2189812
Just a lil bit to make sure he slept well
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>>2187790


You draw your blaster and squeeze off a pair of shots, deep reverbing ‘thowms’ barking out as you dived back into the entrance of the cantina; The heat of a blaster bolt passing by your leg as it explodes against the ferrocrete paneling. The Rebels seem to have caught on, as they unload a volley of fire down the hall as you roll to your feet. Drawing your second pistol you back towards the railing, squeezing off a series of slow, measured shots to cover your retreat. Going outside would be a terrible plan, as the Rebels would no doubt attempt to rally you to their fight, and the stormtroopers would simply blast you; And if you were honest neither of those things were a pleasurable option.

The ability to think on your options however were cut off by the sight of a small, silverish sphere bouncing along the tiled floor makes the option for you. Hearing the series of beeps you make a run for the railing, mantling over it and landing with a grunt on the bar below as a rumble shakes the floor above you. Who the hell throws a thermal detonator into a room on a space station?!
You put that mental argument to the back of your mind as you stand, taking off in a run to the exit and down the hall. “D8, please tell me you’ve done it, it’s turning into a gundark nest real fast.” You call out into the commlinks, rounding a corner and making your way towards the turbolift nexus.

“Considering we’re speaking I’d say your friend was successful.” Comes back the voice of Poe.

“Thank the Force for that. Listen I’ve got a bit of an offer and I think you’ll be interested in hearing me out.” You inform, pressing a call button for a turbolift.

“And just what sort of deal do you have Mister…”

“Jerris.” You cut off with a lie. “Let’s just say I make my living doing jobs that most people can’t. You want that shield down? I can make it happen, for a price.” You explain.

“And just what would that price be?” He retorts and you can hear a small group in the background complaining about your ‘offer’.

>What do you tell him.
>A. We can discuss a contract later. Do we have a deal now?
>B. I’ll have my droid transmit you a contract
>C. How can I be certain you’re good for my services?
>D. Other.
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>>2189862
>A
Let's do an introductory offer, feel each other out. You can see I'm good with my services, and if you guys make it out of this, we can talk details later. For now, you want in this station, and I want off of it.
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>>2189862
>A. We can discuss a contract later. Do we have a deal now?
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>>2189862
>>A. We can discuss a contract later. Do we have a deal now?
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>>2189862
>A. We can discuss a contract later. Do we have a deal now?
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>>2189862
>B. I'll have my droid transmit you a contract
We gotta get this shit agreed to up front. The rebs are all about sacrificing for the greater good and they will guilt us down to a passive after the fact without any shame.
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>>2189862
>B. I’ll have my droid transmit you a contract
Rebels are known to be stingy with money.
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>>2189862

“We can negotiate the full details of our contract later. However for now let’s just put it like this: you want this station and I want off it. Both of us want the shields down, but you want to make sure your agents don’t get cut to ribbons in the process. You agree right now and I can promise you that your boys won’t be dead by the time you dock.” You day with a confidence. It was a dirty move, bargaining lives for credits; but you had a point.

There’s a pregnant pause as the man no doubt weights your offer. “Fine. But if those shields are up by the time we get close you’ll be losing your pay.” Transmits over the comms.

“Glad to see you’re a man of reason, Commander Dameron. I’ll contact you again once the job is done; Jerris our.” You say with a grin as you enter the turbolift.

“Just a moment, Mr. Jerris. I’ll be patching you into our comms network so you can coordinate your actions.” He insists.

“I will be fine, I work best alone.” You insist, keying in towards the lower engineering deck.

“Consider it my part of keeping your contract. Now, what’s your callsign?” He demands.

>Well, humor him.
>A. Raider 7
>B. Black Knight
>C. Red 2
>D. Nightrunner
>E. Other (Write-In)
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>>2189992
>D. Nightrunner
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>>2189992
>Black Knight
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>>2189992
>A. Raider 7
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>>2189992
>C. Red 2

GUYS. WE ARE WEDGE’S FUCKING SON. WE CAN LITERALLY HAVE OUR FATHER’S CALLSIGN.
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>>2189992
>B. Black Knight
It fits humorously enough
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>>2189996
Support
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But wasn't the Purge the Twilight of the Jedi?
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>>2190051
I'd debate it was the eclipse.
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>>2189992
>C. Red 2
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Three way tie...who boy
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>>2190148
Combine all three, Night Knight 2
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>2190148
Roll dat dice!
>1. Nightrunner
>2. Blackknight
>3. Red 2
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>>2190023
This.
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>>2190148
Changing to red 2. For rouge squadron fun.
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>>2190154
RedEcho
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Oh good. we are trolling the Rebellion
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>>2189992

“Red Two.” You say after a moment, recalling your father’s stories of the legendary Red Squadron. There’s a slight static as you presume Poe hooks you into their communications grid. You roll your eyes as you hear the occasional complaint across the network.

“Red 2. Meet the rest of the infiltration team. Team, meet your newest asset. Now the plan is simple: Keep the Imps busy while Red 2 here drops the shield and gets us in. Dameron out.”

You had to admit, at least the man was smart enough to give you a wide breadth to operate. Deafening the comms chatter you watch the number continue to drop as the turbolift rocketed down the station. Undoing the fasteners on your blasters you prepare yourself for what could very well happen once you made it down to the engineering deck. If you had to harbor a guess there was a squad of stormtroopers ensuring that if anyone got smart and tried to knock out the power to systems they wouldn’t succeed.

Coming down in a narrow tube with no cover wasn’t comforting to you, but you only had another fifteen or twenty seconds until your tube hit the engineering deck.

>You’ve got twenty seconds, what are you going to do with them?
>A. Cut through the roof and make your way from there
>B. Just ride it down, shoot your way out.
>C. Jam the door if you can
>D. (Write-In, Let’s see what you guys think.)
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>>2190331
>A. Cut through the roof and make your way from there
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>>2190331
>Write in: Leap up to the ceiling and hold ourselves up on the ceiling in the small boxed tubelift. If we have a grenade just roll it out to our friends out the door for surprise, or a flash bang works too. If we don't have one, just get ready with blaster ready and jump the ones coming into to investigate and use the dupe as a meathead.
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>>2190331
>>A. Cut through the roof and make your way from there
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>>2190331
>A. Cut through the roof and make your way from there
Hopefully they don't have those really noisy vents.
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>>2190331
>>A. Cut through the roof and make your way from there
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>>2190331
>A. Cut through the roof and make your way from there
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>>2190331
>D
Go through the roof, leave the imps a nice present (thermal detonator) behind.
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>>2190331

Looking up you roll your eyes as you contemplate doing perhaps the most played out trick in the book. Grabbing the hilt of your Lightsaber off your belt you activate the blade and press it into the roof of the car. Cutting a quick hole you reach out with your free hand and focus the force on it. After a moment the hole you cut pushes up and away and just as the turbolift halts you slip up into the shaft proper.

The sound of blaster fire into the now empty car worries you as you open the maintenance crawl space above the hall. It was common on these cookie-cutter stations to have the same nooks and crannies since it was easier for the maintenance droids to service if the pattern was the same. It just so happened that they made excellent getaways and hidey holes.

Shuffling down the crawlspace the few vents between you give enough of a view to confirm your theory: Ten Stormtroopers scattered about the reactors control room. However you were wrong on one count; they weren’t ordinary stormtroopers.

They were storm commandos.

You had heard rumors of these black-clad stormtroopers, trained specifically for clandestine operations that were hush-hush. If they were here that significantly upped your pay but the question now was...how were you going to proceed?

>Well?
>A. Aggressive, drop down, blaster and saber blazing.
>B. Methodical; flank them and take them down one by one
>C. Cunning; Call in backup and watch the fireworks
>D. Other? (Write-In)
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>>2190838
>B. Methodical; flank them and take them down one by one
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>>2190838
>B. Methodical
Well probably end up using our saber more here, so they will be lookingn for a Jedi. Hopefully they don't match that suspicion with our face.
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>>2190838
>B. Methodical; flank them and take them down one by one
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>>2190838
>B. Methodical; flank them and take them down one by one
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>>2190838
>B. Methodical; flank them and take them down one by one
>Remember the basics of CQC
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>>2190838
>B. Methodical; flank them and take them down one by one
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Alright, Roll me a D100 let’s see how you do
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2190910
Time for that first roll of the year.
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2190910
Alright let's ro-
>>2190913
well okay then
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>>2190913
My first roll in the thread, wat?
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>>2190913
First crit of the year.

You gonna solid snake this bitch.
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>>2190913
O baby, thats how you eat a snake
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>>2190913
you're pretty good
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>>2190913
we be silent death apparently.
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>>2190913
2018 niggas
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>>2190838

Making your way to the far side of the engineering deck you press a button and with a slight hiss the hatch slides open. Dropping down you reach out and just barely succeed in slowing your fall with the Force, getting a weak ‘thud’ instead of a loud and alarming ‘thwomp’. Peering out from behind some of the large cooling pipes you see that sure enough, they were all focusing on the elevator where you were, and with a cursory (Though you're embarrassed to admit focused) probing with the Force reveals that the closest commando was in fact the rearguard.

Being careful to not make as much sound as possible you creep up on the lone commando, regretting for a moment that you had not brought your vibro-knife for a less obvious kill. It wouldn’t be the first time you had gotten your hands dirty, you just hoped you were fast enough to pull it off. As you stalk closer you tense yourself, filling yourself with The Force before you move.

In what feels like slow motion you cross the three feet between you and the commando, one hand slipping up and around to the throat to keep him quiet while the other got a firm grip on his head. Pulling him back towards the piping you tighten your grip and with a sharp twist you hear the muffled ‘crunch’ of his spine breaking, his body collapsing like jelly in your arms. Just as quickly as the surreal feeling of slow motion came it passes and you barely catch the falling corpse before it clatters to the ground.

One down, nine to go.

>What’s your plan from here?
>A. Maybe they just won’t notice you switching the shield off?
>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
>C. See if you can pick off another.
>D. Other (Write-In)
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>>2191615
B. Disguise time.
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>>2191615
>>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
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>>2191615
>C. See if you can pick off another.
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>>2191615
>>C. See if you can pick off another.
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>>2191615
>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
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>>2191615
>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
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>>2191615
>>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
Fuck yeah free armor pieces.
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>>2191615
>C. See if you can pick off another.
Time is critical, lets get this done and shield down
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>>2191615
>C
They would probably be able to tell that we're not one of them because elite commando unit.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rNVCD1dsnJI
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>>2191615
>C. See if you can pick off another.
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>>2191615
>>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
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Looks like we're goin all sneaky beaky now
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>>2192490
Strangle a Stormtrooper to death.
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>>2191615
>>B. You weren’t too short to be a stormtrooper, maybe you could nab your friends outfit.
Then walk in and deactivate the shield
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>>2191615
D. Make Jar Jar Binks annoy them to death.
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>>2192519
Never go full dark side.
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>>2192527
Everyone has the potential for the Dark Side in them.

Both Anakin and Kreia were right.
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>>2191615

You can’t believe you were about to do this. Master Skywalker had told you the story of his rescue of his Sister and disguising himself as a Stormtrooper, but you had never imagined that you would have to do it yourself. Quietly removing your jacket you bundle up your belt and blasters in it, leaving your lightsaber to the side just so that was more to your tastes. Quickly putting on the helmet and torso plates you grimace. It was no Beskar’gam and even wearing it you felt like a copy-paste soldier;But desperate times called for desperate measures.

“DE-1138 Check in and return to your post.” A voice comes over the comms and you quickly slip the last parts of the armor on before peeking out to look at the rest of the troops.

Tapping your helmet you mute the suits helmet before continuing to pantomime a communications error. It takes a few seconds for them to get the idea and after a short debate on their end a pair of commandos beings to walk towards you. You do your best to look as relaxed as you can as they approach and one of them quickly places a hand on your suit to get a clear transmission.

“Just hold still DE, we’ll get your comms up in a jiffy.”

Will this certainly complicates things.

>What do you plan to do from here.
>A. Let them find out, then surprise them.
>B. Strike now while they don’t expect it.
>C. Call in the rebels for a distraction.
>D. Other (Write-In)
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>>2192629
>B. Strike now while they don’t expect it.
Is Kylo Ren at least named something that makes sense and not a fish-faced retard?
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>>2192629
>A. Let them find out, then surprise them
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>>2192629
>B. Strike now
Don't give them the chance to make alarmed storrm trooper noises over comm.

>>2192555
*woosh*
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>>2192629
D. Take them all on BY yourself.
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>>2192629
>B. Strike now while they don’t expect it.
try to take them all down with 1 swing
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>>2192629
Fight them all yourself with only your bare hands and manliness.
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>>2192671
So, any reason in particular you're shitposting?
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>>2192714
I want to see how tough the protagonist is.
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>>2192714
>He's never played Masters of Teras Kasi
You can catch a lightsaber on the face and punch through an AT-AT's hull if it's at the right angle.
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>>2192739
im pretty sure force warriors in eu could catch lightsabers with the force
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Force_Warrior
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>>2192714
A. Let them find out and then surprise them.

Because I love a good prank. Especially if people get hurt.
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>>2192757
A force user can catch a lightsaber with energy absorption, but it's not an easy thing to do.

Masters of Teras Kasi is an awful game, it just involves catching lightsabers to the chin and beating Jedi to death with a Tuskan stick.
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>>2192757
>>2192739

This exists, yes.

Do we know it yet? No.

We DO however have mandalorian hand to hand skills. It's no catching a laser stick but it does kill.
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>>2192769
could we attempt to use it with the force after some practice?
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>>2192769
>35 BBY (is that right? It's ~30 years after Endor, right?)
>Not knowing how to catch a lightsaber on the chin
Even Tuskan Raiders can do it, and they don't even know how to have sex.
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>>2192778
This is why the Jedi have to end
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>>2192777
We can, yes

Oh, Also.

Roll me a D20+10 for sneak attack
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Rolled 19 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2192806
you got it boss
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Rolled 5 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2192806
Reminder that Jar'Kai is fucking gay and Dave Filoni is a pedophile.
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Rolled 4 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2192806
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Rolled 2 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2192806
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>>2192817
Wew lad.

No one expects the mandalorian inquisition.
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>>2192846
Exar Kun did.
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>>2192846
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>>2192629

With the jig more or less about to be giving up you decide that perhaps it was best to strike while the proverbial iron was hot. You were almost thankful that all these suits of armor had sound dampening fields as you grab the wrist of the offending trooper before pulling him Down to meet your knee. You could feel the glass of his visor shatter as you release him to the ground to focus on his standing companion.

Blaster already raised you crouch down as a shot rings out above your head. Shooting a hand out you grab the blaster by its barrel before pulling it down and towards you, your free hand catching the troopers upper chest before letting go of the blaster and following up with a punch to the helmet. As you watch the soldier stager back to get into a fighting stance you barely lean out of the way of a pair of blaster shots from down the hall.

Deciding to speed up your attack you pull your lightsaber free before burying the pommel into the trooper in front of you. With a quick flick of the activation switch and a low ‘bwa-thwum’ a brilliant white lance shoots out and impales the trooper behind you, his body shaking as the blade continued to shake. Pulling the activated blade free you spin the hilt in your hand, the blade cleaving a moon through the air as it comes to cut into the trooper ahead of you.

Three down.

>Roll me a d20+5
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Rolled 18 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2192924
Hosnian was an inside job.
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Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2192924
YEET
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Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2192924
Hiyaaa!
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>>2192943

Mandalore is with us this day

Maybe we'll make the jedi a mandalorian thing...something to think about
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>>2192973
new code perhaps?[spoiler/]
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>>2192973
>Spoiler
Literally the Imperial Knights from Legacy. Or something even worse.

But yeah, going for the Emperorship sounds good.
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>>2192924

Moving from a backhand to forehand grip you deflect a trio of other shots before reaching out with a free hand to reach out and pull the blaster from the commando falling apart before you. You were far too out of practice to deflect the shots back, but you didn’t have to. Squeezing off a pair of shots you watch two of the commando’s slink back into the shadows while a third reaches towards their waist for what you presume is a thermal detonator.

You cannot have that.

Taking a moment to line up the shot you feel the Force guide your hand as you squeeze the trigger, the plasma bolt screeching across the empty space to catch the troopers hand. You watch with grim satisfaction as the detonator drops from his hand before promptly detonating in the space around him. You’re thankful for the lenses in the helmet as they polarize the light from the explosion. When the light clears you see that a trio lays scattered on the floor, not including the one who had been vaporized.

That left two, just two more commandos. The only question now was do you kill them now or stop wasting time and try and shut down the shield?

> Well?
>A. Search and destroy
>B. Shut down the shield and get paid
>C. See if you can patch back into the commando’s network first
>D. Other
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>>2193164
>C. See if you can patch back into the commando’s network first
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>>2193164
>B. Shut down the shield and get paid
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>>2193164
>B. Shut down the shield and get paid
Eyes on the Prize
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>>2193164
>>B. Shut down the shield and get paid
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>>2193164
>Shut down the shield and get paid
Also damage the controls so we can just scoot
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>>2193164
>A. Search and destroyy
They'll just turn it on again.
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>>2193164
>shut down the sheild and destroy whatever let us shut it off to stop them from switching it back on
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>>2193164
>B. Shut down the shield and get paid
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>>2193164

Walking up to the main console you are quick to find the shield controls and with a few switches and the pull of a dial you hear a hum whine off. You go to shoot the console when you notice something odd going on the command deck. It’s only when you realize that it’s the comms grid that you blast the console and run for your discarded clothing and weapons.

For the first time during your impromptu op you pull the commlink up to your mouth as you rip the helmet off. Flicking off the mute and deafened setting you speak up:

“Command this is Red 2; Shields are down but you better get your boys out of there. I think the Imps called in backup.” You warn, tossing your bundle of clothing into the maintenance tunnel you seal the hatch behind you.

“Copy Red 2, we’ll make this quick.” Is the only response you get back.

You can only hope.

Throwing your clothes onto top of the turbolift car you had cut your way out of prior you slide your jacket and belt on over the armor. It wasn’t comfortable but you weren’t leaving some damn fine weapons behind. Looking up the shaft you had two options: climb or risk clambering back into the turbolift car?

>Well?
>A. Get climbing
>B. May as well ride the car
>C. (Bonus) check out the command deck
>D. (No bonus) fuck it, let’s get out of here.
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>>2194207
>Check out command deck
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>>2194207
>C. (Bonus) check out the command deck
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>>2194207
>C
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>>2194207
>>C. (Bonus) check out the command deck
Mandalore isn't accepting of pussies with no sense of adventure
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>A. Get climbing
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>>2194207
>C. (Bonus) check out the command deck
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>>2194207
>>C. (Bonus) check out the command deck
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C
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Roll me a D100
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2194677
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Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2194677
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2194677
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>>2194701
Wew lad
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>>2194701
Hell yeah
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Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2194677
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2194677
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>>2194701
*Enthusiastic clapping*
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>>2194207
>>2194701
Did we just hijack the station?
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>>2195241
set engines to dead
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>>2195241
If we did we have to crash it with no survivors.
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Is this us, just waltzing into the place in half the trooper stuff and blowing the place looking like a boss infront of the "rebels"
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>>2194207

Not willing to risk yourself to an ambush you reach out with the Force and after feeling out the faint feeling of the buttons you feel the slight tingle of the force as you ‘press’ it. You feel the car lurch for a moment before it rockets towards the sky and you are forced to a kneel by the acceleration. You can’t see it, but you know you’re rapidly surging towards the top most deck as you try and make sense of the behavior of the comms grid. You knew you were close to the outer rim but was there really a fleet that close?

You doubted it, but the unease that rode the force certainly worried you.

Hopping down into the turbolift car you stand there with a pistol in one hand, other hand close to gripping your saber. This wasn’t the time for semantics, it was time for good old fashioned Mandalorian slaughter. With the slight hum of the gravity breaks slowly kicking in, you tighten your grip and steel yourself in preparation for what might be on the other side. When the door opens however you are certainly surprised.

Aside from a number of Storm Commandos there was one person that screamed to you not just due to the fact that unlike the other carbon-copy soldiers they did away with the helmet; But the fact that The Force itself swirls around the individual.

“You must have quite the gall, coming up here alone.” The man says with a snarling grin.

Looking him over you have to ask yourself if he’s serious, the troopers around him looking at you for a moment before being dismissed with a glare.

“I was able to take down almost a dozen of your ‘elite’ commandos. What makes you think you’re scary?” You retort.

Instead of responding the man simply reaches a hand out and a familiar shaped cylinder before with a high pitched ‘hiss’ a scarlet red blade ignites the space.

“Because unlike my men here, I have been chosen!” He declares, pointing his blade at you.

>What do you do?
>A. It’s clear this wannabe sith thinks these theatrics are really what it’s about. Show him the truth.
>B. Humor him, imagine the look on his face when he sees you ignite your saber.
>C. Chosen Huh? Let’s see how chosen. (Open Fire)
>D. Other (Write-in)
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>>2195947
>>A. It’s clear this wannabe sith thinks these theatrics are really what it’s about. Show him the truth.
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>>2195947
>B. Humor him, imagine the look on his face when he sees you ignite your saber.
This is a bad idea
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>>2195947
>B. Humor him, imagine the look on his face when he sees you ignite your saber.
then beat his ass like a mando jedi would
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>>2195947
>A. It’s clear this wannabe sith thinks these theatrics are really what it’s about. Show him the truth.
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>>2195947
This >>2195963
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>>2195947
>>A. It’s clear this wannabe sith thinks these theatrics are really what it’s about. Show him the truth.
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>>2195947
>B.
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>>2195947
>A
Also how many Storm Commandos are there?
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>>2195963
Yes!
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>>2195947
>>A. It’s clear this wannabe sith thinks these theatrics are really what it’s about. Show him the truth.
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>>2195947
>>A. It’s clear this wannabe sith thinks these theatrics are really what it’s about. Show him the truth.
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>B. Humor him, imagine the look on his face when he sees you ignite your saber.
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>>2195947
>B. Humor him, imagine the look on his face when he sees you ignite your saber.
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Looks like we're gonna shitpost on his hopes and dreams.

>Roll me a D100, let's see how over the top and melodramatic we can be with the power of scathing sarcasam
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>>2195947
>>C. Chosen Huh? Let’s see how chosen. (Open Fire)
"Uhuh" Just start shooting him walking forwards so that he takes the invite to charge us and try to kill us then at the last second activate our own saber and remove his hands at the wrist then take them and the Red Saber as trophies
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2196109
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>>2196109
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

Roll for potato.
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2196109
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2196109
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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2196109
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>>2196115
Yeet
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2196156
hol up lemme try this
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>>2196157
YEET
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>>2196157
You are the man.
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I think we should just go "Ok"
Walk up to him, wait for the rage swing, slide underneath then bisect him long ways, walk back around take the saber from him and let him fall in half behind us
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>>2196170
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>>2196170
Meh. Not enough. We are a fuckin Mando. A real hunter. This guy is an edgy asshat. Gotta show im' who's boss.
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>>2196180
Let him go for the charge and just go full Rule sof Nature slicing him to pieces but keeping the Saber for a trophy pointing out all the flaws in his positioning as we cut him up?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0

or do this
https://youtu.be/UoDKXozA0M4?t=147
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>>2195947

You manage to feign shock as you look over his blade as you drop your blaster, doing your best to ignore the growing grin on his face.

“That’s right, Rebel Scum! You’re in the presence of a Paladin-to-be of the First Order.” He sneers, pointing the blade at you as he slowly stalks closer. “And with Skywalker gone and the Jedi with him there is no one who can stop us!” He all but cheers to himself.

“So kneel, whelp. And I might make your death painless.” He mocks, waving the blade slowly as he stops before you.

You look at his blade, then to his face before slowly giving him a grin of your own.

“You’re wrong on two counts there.” You say, raising your hands up to keep the man from outright gutting you.

“And what are those?” He demands, pushing the blade until it is but an inch from your plasteel protected chest.

Your grin becomes predatory as with a mental flick your lightsaber hilt jumps to your right hand and with a ‘bwa-thwum’ the white blade comes to life as you push his blade away. With another mental command your blaster jumps to your free hand as you squeeze off a pair of shots at the storm commandos to your left.. You can see his eyes widening at the sight of the the pure blade of light before you as he comes to the startling realization.

“Number One.” You declare, darting a pair of weak slashes to push the ‘would-be Paladin’ away from you as you continue to shoot at the alarmed troopers. “I’m not a rebel. And Two”

Dropping your pistol to your holster you grab the hilt in both hands, eyes darting from the saber wielding sithspit to the four remaining you feel the bloodthirsty grin plant itself on your face.

“You’re worth a lot of credits to me dead.”

>Roll 2d100
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Rolled 50, 51 = 101 (2d100)

>>2196191


YEET
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Rolled 53, 80 = 133 (2d100)

>>2196191
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Rolled 55, 25 = 80 (2d100)

>>2196191
>Roll 2d100
This is where my luck fails me
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Rolled 81, 85 = 166 (2d100)

>>2196191
>>”You’re worth more credits to me dead.”
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>>2196200
Yeet
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Rolled 90, 48 = 138 (2d100)

>>2196191
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>>2196191
The white lightsaber, not abiding edgy fags, and 'not a rebel' bit really aren't helping the Imperial Knight image.

So let's do it, let's bang someone important and become the Emperor.
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Rolled 83, 1 = 84 (2d100)

>>2196191
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>>2196236
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>>2196238
>1
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>>2196191

You can see the fear in his eyes and the whole room feels cool as you feel the soldiers tremble in shock before the light of your saber. The Jedi had been deified thanks to Luke’s actions during the Galactic Civil War, and after his passing the symbols that signified the Jedi were awe and terror inspiring alike. You had to admit you’d savor this feeling whenever you got the opportunity to cherish the feeling.

With a roar the man charges towards you, the cape billowing behind you as he goes for a stab. It’s clear he refuses to believe the reality, that there was a force user who wasn’t suckling the teat of the Supreme Leader. His intentions are far too telegraphed, the methodical superiority torn away by your surprise leaving an arrogant and impulsive desire for blood.

Perhaps you’d have to answer his call for blood; He just wouldn’t like where it came from.

Releasing your two handed grip you sidestep the telegraphed lunge, your free hand snapping out to wrap around one of his arms. Before you can even let him respond you twirl the blade before bring it crashing down against his arms at the elbow. Dropping his now seperated arm you kick him down onto his back as he continues to scream and tremble as he looks at the stumps that failed at his sides.

Tuning out his screams you reach out and grab the falling cylinder of his lightsaber before jerking it towards your free hand. Catching it in a reverse grip you ignite it, a blend of red and white light dancing along your black armor as you bring the two blades to rest at your sides.

Time to mop up the rabble.

>Roll me 4d20
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Rolled 2, 9, 12, 19 = 42 (4d20)

>>2196242
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Rolled 14, 7, 20, 20 = 61 (4d20)

>>2196242
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>>2196244
FUCK YEAH.
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Rolled 18, 20, 5, 13 = 56 (4d20)

>>2196242
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Rolled 1, 3, 14, 6 = 24 (4d20)

>>2196242
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>>2196242
>dual wielding
>reverse grip
y?
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>>2196252
Not reverse grip. You caught it in reverse and twirled them to forehand them
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>>2196254
It doesn't say that, but I'll trust you. Jar'Kai is still gay, Dooku was right about it. Dooku would thrash Maul in a real fight.
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>>2196255
Don't worry, it ain't permanent.

But no Trophy is nice unless you've used it
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>>2196259
>no Trophy is nice unless you've used it
General Grievous was more intimidating than Snoke and Kylo Ren, that's a good point.
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>>2196259
>>2196263
It is a very good point. Granted grievous also had at least a dozen lightsabers and could wield four of them to compensate for the whole not being able to use the force thing. At least not being able to use it beyond a certain point. Not sure if they ever said he could or not.
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>>2196242
dice+4d20
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>>2196286
I'll just fuck off with my attempts @ rolling on mobile...
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Rolled 20, 8, 18, 10 = 56 (4d20)

>>2196242
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>>2196288
Make sure to put it in the options field bro
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>>2196244
>>2196249
>>2196294
>>2196242
F for pali to be.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkOJ9uNj9EY
>Be me FR/46 an Elite Storm Commando
>Guarding this dude who Ren likes
>Fucker has a red lightsaber and shit, pretty gud
>Glad I survived the fall of the Empire now the flashy Lightsaber users are on my side
>Elevator door opens
>Some dude steps out
>Lads are chuckling into the comms
>Boss trash talks the dude
>Boss needs to work on his banter
>Boss approaches the dude who looks chill as fuck
>Quips something to boss and then I think my heart skipped a beat
>The fucking Lightsaber noise sounds as figuratively shits on the boss and literally cuts his arms off
>Spins and quick shots two of my troopers like he was fucking Neo
>Watch frozen for a moment as the boys start dropping and this fucker poses looking at the rest of us holding two sabers
>That looks like a poster pose...ah fuck i'm about to get killed to prove a guys power level aint I.
>Knew I should have called in sick
>I fucking hate my job
>Atleast I aint a traitor though
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>>2196242

Deactivating your new trophy you deflect a salvo of shots, running to the right as you whip the deactivated hilt in the other direction. You can feel it as it flies along and with subtle little taps of The Force it flies true towards its target. It’s intended target realizing too late it’s propose as with another will of the Force and a ‘snap-hiss’ the blade ignite only a few feet away, a veritable whirling dervish as it flies straight through its target and heads for the second.

You do not have time to watch however.

While all this is happening you’re charging the closest commando, occasionally deflecting those bolts that got through. They were being smart with their fire but it was time to show them that having good aim meant nothing if you had lousy fists. With a Force assisted hop you’re within a foot of your prey and as you come down your deactivate your saber.

You can feel the surprise of the man as he brings his rifle up to fire but you bring the hilt smashing down on his rifle, knocking it down before you proceed to follow up with a left hook. Continuing the combo you bring your blade hand in, decking him in the ribs before bringing the hand high and smashing the pommel into his helmet with a ‘crack’. Wrapping your arm around the man’s head you twist the two of you right as a pair of bolts slams into the space you once occupied.

Your new friend however isn’t as lucky and with a groan falls to the ground dead.

Looking to the man who had shot them you simply roll your eyes. “Did you think that would have caught me off guard?” You question, stalking towards him, saber still deactivated.

“You weren’t paying attention!” He exclaims.

You only shoot him a grin as with a jerk a searing red blade explodes out from his back.

“Just like you, buckethead.” You mock, pulling the saber through before deactivating it as it lands in your hand.

That was easy.

Looking over to the now thankfully unconscious wannabe you mull over your options. He wasn’t good to you alive, but then again the alliance might pay a handsome sum to get the chance to interrogate him. On the same hand the First Order might show leniency if you sent him packing to them. Or you could keep your promise and kill the di’kut.

>Well, what are we doin?
>A. Take him to the alliance.
>B. Throw him in an escape pod, the First Order will get him...maybe
>C. Keep your word
>D. other
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>>2196622
>>A. Take him to the alliance.
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>>2196622
>>A. Take him to the alliance.
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>>2196622
>>A. Take him to the alliance.
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>>2196622
>A
Might help in our pay negotiations.
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Looks like we're going with A

Writin
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>>2196273
He couldn't, in Legends he had Syfo-Dias' blood transfused in an attempt to give him some connection, but it didn't work.

Then again in Legends he didn't really need to be force sensitive, he actually earned the Jedi-killer reputation he had instead of jobbing to padawans and gungans.
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>>2196622
>A. Take him to the alliance.
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>>2196622

Sighing you leave him where he lay for now. You could pick him up once you finished checking out just exactly what stumpy was communicating with. However you don’t need to check as the answer appears in the space outside the station. It must have been quite massive, as it was on the far side of the Alliance craft and the station itself. Given it’s dagger shape there was no questioning that it was a KYD design, however seeing the streaking green trails of turbolaser fire confirm that whatever it was, it wasn’t friendly.

You don’t even hesitate as you run towards your prone capture before you nearly topple over from the impact of turbolaser bolts shakes the unshielded station. You almost regret deactivating the shield generator as you haul the armless cretin towards the turbolift. Pulling your commlink to your lips and shout out.

“Red 2 to Station Forces, I suggest you get the hell out of here if you can.” You warn, pressing the button to the docking deck.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Red 2, we were shuttled aboard from out of system.” Comes back one voice, with a series of other more panicked voices worried for their survival.

Great. Just great.
You were going to regret this later, you know you will, however given everything you quickly speak up. “Docking Bay 64 is your best best. If you want to get out of here alive I suggest you be there when I take-off. Red 2 out.”

>Roll me a D20
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2196757
nat 1
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2196757
Here we go
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>>2196759
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>>2196759
Every time i roll high someone critfails
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2196757
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>>2196763
You jinxed it!
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2196757
Save.
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>>2196757
Hey Weaver are crits enabled for this quest?
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>>2196765
>>2196767
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2196757
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2196757
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>>2196769
When are they disabled?
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2196757
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

Saving it.
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>>2196770
Well, the good rolls had to stop sooner or later
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Just accept your failure, my children.
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2196779
ONE MORE CHANCE, LET ME UNDO MY WRONG
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>>2196757
>Vengeance
Of all the Legends ships you could pick.
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>>2196781
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>>2196783
You'll see why soon enough, my friend
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>>2196785
Might as well get all the bad rolls out the way now
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>>2196788
We all know you just want an excuse to put the best character in the eu in your quest Weaver, don't play coy.
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>>2196788
That one dark Jedi from JK:Academy?
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>unlimited d20 rolls
>crits active
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>>2196800
For the memes.
Also it's usually d100
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>>2196800
You assume its unlimited rolls. People who have been with me for awhile know when I reply that's the dice i'm taking
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>>2196788
Jerec a shit. Shiiiiiiiit.

I know the real reason why though and my pansu are soaked desu.

It's just the epitome of bad Star Destroyer design.

>>2196796
It's from that series, but not Jedi Academy.
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I'll be honest and say I'm fully expecting "SSD fires, everyone dies" but maybe I'm being pessimistic.
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>>2196817
No, Weaver quests don't end with a bad roll.
They end without warning when he loses interest and moves on.
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>>2196817
No anon, that's SOMNIUS you're thinking of.
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2196757
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>>2196827
R.I.P. SOM taken way after his time.
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>>2196830
Bit late anon
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>>2196818
Brutal
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>>2196831
He's a chill guy I guess, but I think he should seriously reflect on why his quests end the way they do.
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>>2196818
Implying I will never return. Come now Brit you wound me.
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>>2196757

The moment the doors open you’re nearly blown off your feet as in explosion tears a hole in the hull. Just as quickly as you’re pressed against the back wall you feel yourself become weightless as you tumble towards the opening in the hull. Grabbing your lightsaber you ignite it and slam it into the durasteel hull, grunting as your arm is nearly ripped from its socket as the armless dark jedi slips from your shoulder. Your barely fast enough to grab him by the cape that connects to his armor, thankful for the egotistical design of the sith as you smell the minor scent of ozone as the emergency particle shielding came online to reduce atmosphere loss.

Deactivating your saber you slowly get to your feet, though given the jolt of pain that jerks through your arm you won’t be using it any time soon. Grabbing the cape in a firmer grip with your left hand you have two options:

>A. Drag the man to your ship and hope you don’t get blown into space.
>B. Leave him to his fate, you need to get the Rebels and yourself out of here while you can.
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>>2196849
>>A. Drag the man to your ship and hope you don’t get blown into space.
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>>2196849
>A. Drag the man to your ship and hope you don’t get blown into space.
Part time jedi, full time Mandolorian
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>>2196849
>A
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>>2196849
>A
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>>2196849
>>A. Drag the man to your ship and hope you don’t get blown into space.
DAXTER NEEDS MONEY GODDAMNIT
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>>2196862
>Red Mandalorian needs credits badly
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>roll me a D100
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2196865
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2196865
Check this great roll
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2196865
Haha, he's going to die.
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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>2196865
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2196865
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2196865
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2196865
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>>2196869
Well done, Acid.

Perhaps the Gypsies have forgiven you this year
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>>2196881
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>>2196881
Don't say anything too crazy he still rolled a 1. He just has the habit of nuking everyone else's rolls when he rolls high.
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>>2196885
Don't worry. I know Acid....I know Acid VERY well
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>>2196886
Don't cheat on Weaverette
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2196865
>>2196885
>>2196886
to be fair the last 1 was me
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>>2196849

As much as you hate it, a job is a job and you were going to get paid. You actually turn around and start leaning back as you drag the crippled man towards the docking bay as quick as you can. Every thirty seconds or so another blast would slam and echo in the station, and you couldn’t help but feel your frustration mounting as the caption of the ship took his sweet time.

You’d be sure to find out who it was and see if the Alliance wanted to pay you for the job later.

Two minutes into your frantic rush to keep your hostage you are lucky enough to run into a trio of rebel operatives. After a very frantic and brief explanation of your current ware they take the frankly heavy burden off you as the four of you rush for the hangar. The large entrance doors have already been blown open and every few seconds a few more blaster toting civvies run into the awaiting hangar. By the time you clear the destroyed door you see maybe thirty operatives in all.

It would be a tight fit but you could make it work.

“Alright people!” You shout, doing your best to hide the limpness in your right arm “Make a line and be ready to board double time.” You order as you walk up to the raised entry ramp.

“D8, pop the ramp it’s me.” You inform, stepping back as the hydraulics flicker to life. “we’ve got a few guests so try and doll yourself up would you?” You tease as you walk up the ramp, the echo of a dozen bootfalls behind you.

The moment you clear the portal into the ship you break into a run, ignoring the throbbing pain in your arm as you practically throw yourself down the corridor. By the time you make it to the cockpit D8 has already plugged herself into the ship's computer and the moment you slot the code cylinder into its place you hear the reactor wirr up in a hum as the engines bark out.

“Commander Poe this is Red 2, prepare a welcoming party we’ve got wounded incoming.” You state, releasing the docking clamps with a dull ‘ka-thunk’

“Red 2 this is Command we don’t read any escape pods, what is your position?” Comes back as ahead of you the shields holding in the atmosphere cut out.

“You’ll know us when you see us, Red 2 out.” You assure, the repulsor field turning the ship about to face the open hangar as you throw the throttle forward.

Like a stray sun ray The Dawntreader rockets clear of the station and away from the massive star destroyer behind you. It would be a few seconds to the Victory but things were not looking good. Even with your speed and shields you pick up a veritable torrent of T.I.E’s headed your way.

>Roll me another 1d100
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2196950
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2196950
ENGAGE EVASIVE MANEUVER RIKER ALPHA
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Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2196950
Catch this uno.
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>>2196956
Once again acid saves us from failure.
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>>2196976
>>2196869
b-but this is acid
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2196950
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2196950
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>>2196979
Everything is acid now.
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>>2197007
assuming its going off id wouldnt i be playful? and you Torque?
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2196950
lul
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>>2197040
Now I'm confused.
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>>2197062
leave it that way
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>>2197007
>>2197040
>>2197062
>>2197072
I am not even sure what acid means here. So, I am just going to follow the confused anon
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>>2197106
neither do I, I just know weaver called one anon acid
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>>2197110
>>2197106
>>2197072
For context acid is a member of the community that you can find and join here; if you so wish: https://discord.gg/rHS2v
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>>2197129
ahh ok. Ill join that when I get back from the store.
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>>2197129
Now I remember why stopped following you.

No amount of Kyle Katarn can atone for this.
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>>2197215
You aren't the first person to whine about discord, you won't be the last.
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>>2197215
OH hey, it’s discord annon.

No one cares what you think; Especially me. If the fact that I have built a community of people who like my work upsets you, don’t join. I don’t care either way.

If you will let that ruin your fun: it ain’t my problem, it’s yours.
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>>2197227
don't see why people do
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>>2196950

The Dawntreader was certainly fast, however a lighter starfighter could always catch up; But that was why you were not only fast, but heavily armed. You look back at R8 as she stops working the flight systems and instead parked into the weapons systems. As you steer the light frigate towards the growing Alliance ship your ship shakes as a pair of blasts smashes against the shields. In a response, you feel the subtle thud as the twin laser cannons above and below the saucer section bark back a response.

You knew there was no way your trust astromech droid could take out the inevitable swarm of T.I.E’s that were no doubt closing. However she could scare them, if not outright destroy a few. The almost happy burble of chirps that followed seeming to confirm your thoughts.

“Atta girl!” You praise her, throttling the Treader into a roll before banking down to the Rebel Cruiser.

All around you greenish turbolaser fire fires from the ship below you as you continue to dive. As this occurs an idea comes to you.

“D8, cut the linear compensators and engines!” You bark as you pull ‘up’.

As D8 obeys you continue to plummet as you spin around in place. Now you were ‘falling’ backwards through space and facing the swarm behind you. Grabbing the targeting stick you squeeze down on the large, worn trigger as a brace of blaster cannons spray out from around the cockpits transparisteel opening. You watch in satisfaction as the growing swarm scatters, a trio being caught and vanishing in a burst of light.

You weren’t done yet however.

Before you flipped back over and reactivated the compensators you clicked down a small yellow stud. With a twin pair of ‘beow’’s a duo of missiles streak forward and after a few seconds of flight they detonate in a blistering white light. Giving a bloodthirsty cackle you throw the thrusters back to full as you bank below the rebel cruiser, slowing down only when the bottom hanger bay can be seen.

You’re quick to hand over the controls your droid as you make your way to the ramp to prepare for your first meeting. You feel the slight shudder of the tractor beam grabbing hold of your ship and tucking it into the safety of the larger ship. As you wait for confirmation you look about and see that around you were awestruck eyes and thankful looks you had not expected. It made sense in away, you had saved their lifes; But why would you not?

They’d make for a hefty bonus.

“Welcome to the Liberator, Red 2” Poe says over the commlink as a pair of bangs bits the lid of the ramp.

“Permission to come aboard?”

“But of course.”

>Roll me a d20
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2197232
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2197232
GET READY FOR SHIT ROLLS BABY
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>>2197231
I wouldn't worry, just ignore him and he'll go back to his struggle snuggle threads on /mlp/
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2197232
Nuffle bless my roll!
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2197232
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2197232
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2197232
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2197232
King Dice have mercy
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2197232
IT'S FUCKING TIME!
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2197232
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>>2197244
Sweetie you’re gonna kill me when you realize why I’m taking this Roll
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>>2197258
I JUST WANT TO ROLL WELL AND NOT GET MUGGED WHILE WALKING HOME. I DON’T NEED TO GET INTERNET MUGGED.
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>>2197232

https://youtu.be/UtkuZbcZORE

Dropping the ramp you step back to allow the wounded to exit with their allies. You could get yourself treated later once you got paid. With the last of the men and women odd you make your way down the ramp, however something stops you halfway down.

It was a familiar face, but one you had not expected to see again.

“Red Two, huh?” The aged woman asks with the smallest smile, her chocolate eyes meeting your green. “I was at that battle you know.”

“Leia...I” You say, tripping over your own words as your godmother continues to level her stern eyes at you.

After a moment however she gives you a warm smile and simply opens her arms. You’re quick to make your way down the ramp, embracing her with care.

“Your father would be proud of you.” She says quietly with a smile, and you feel your chest tighten at the words.

It had been three months since the destruction of Hosnian Prime, where your father had retired to be an instructor. You had been on a job in the mid rim when it happened but even then it had been almost fifteen years since the last time you had spoken to him. Not that you’d get the chance again anyway.

“I don’t think so, but then again I had not expected to see you so soon.” You reply after a moment, stepping back and straightening up.

“What do you mean so soon?” She asks curiosity evident behind her eyes.

“I...uh...I spoke to Luke.” You explain, gently rattling the hilt on your right hip.

You can hear the subtle gasp as she looks from it to you.

“So...that means?” She starts, to which you nod.

“I would only ask you keep it quiet, the last I want is a bigger target on my back.” You plead.

“Only if you promise to chat with me when you have the time. Poe’s told me you’ve got a bit of a contract to make and lord knows the last man I keep away from credits I ended up marrying.” She teases.

You can see the slight pain behind her eyes, but you can feel she is genuinely happy to see you.

>Well, what do you take care of first.
>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete.
>B. Contract can wait, you need to talk to your new prisoner.
>C. You probably have a dislocated shoulder to get fixed
>D. Other
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>>2197314
>A
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>>2197314
>>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete.
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>>2197314
>A
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>>2197314
>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete
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>>2197314
>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete.
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>>2197314
>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete.
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>>2197314
>>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete.
So how are they gonna hold the sith we got em?
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>>2197393
stasis chamber and drugged I am assuming. At least I figured we would have done that first.
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>>2197417
I suppose that'd work seeing as he's barely padawan tier. Mid to high level Jedi break out of that type all the time though.
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>>2197314
>A. She’s right, you do have a contract to complete.
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>>2197314

You give her a slight wave as a pair of marines escorts you towards the bridge. You knew from its size that this particular ship was from the Victory line of Star Destroyers. At almost 50 years old it was rather impressive that the Alliance had one in such good condition. It was not often that old warships escaped the scrap heap, however you couldn’t complain when it was currently rocketing you away to safety.

Showed to a small conference room you shrug off your jacket before placing it on a chair near the middle of the table that rested in the center. It was all very imperial, but given the fact that they had it You doubted the spent much time decorating.

Taking your seat it’s only a few more minutes before who you presume is Poe appears. Much like the rest of the rebellion he was less in a uniform and more in clothing that was perfect for random conflict. He gives you a nod as he slides in opposite you before speaking up.

“So you’re the infamous Red 2? The troops from the op are raving about your work.” He says with a sly smile, setting a datapad on the table. “Shame it was all for vain, eh?” He continues.

You shrug.

“I should still make good out of this. Got your boys out, captured a would-be Sith, took out nearly two dozen storm commandos and I wasn’t even in my usual gear.” You retort.

If Poe is impressed, he’s doing very hard not to show it. “So, how do we want to do this contract then?” He asks raising an eye.

“That depends.” You reply, folding one hand over the other. “Do you want this to be a one off job, or do you want a more long term relationship?”

“Depends on what you’re willing to offer.”

>Well, what do we bring to the table?
>A. You saw what I could do, doesn’t that speak enough?
>B. You’ve got almost no manpower, imagine what I could do if I got my hands on em
>C. The First Order still uses my services, I can always tip you off, for a price
>D. Your boots need training and a leader, and I’m both that and more.
>E. Other
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>>2197613
>A. You saw what I could do, doesn’t that speak enough?
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>>2197613
>A. You saw what I could do, doesn’t that speak enough?
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>>2197613
>B. You’ve got almost no manpower, imagine what I could do if I got my hands on em
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>>2197613
>B. You’ve got almost no manpower, imagine what I could do if I got my hands on em
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>>2197613
>>A. You saw what I could do, doesn’t that speak enough?
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>>2197613
>>A. You saw what I could do, doesn’t that speak enough?
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>>2197613
>>A. You saw what I could do, doesn’t that speak enough?
So we’re being a sassy bitch I guess.
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>>2197613
>>B. You’ve got almost no manpower, imagine what I could do if I got my hands on em
assuming that is mentioning us training some of there guys while maybe doing ops. Not quite sure
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>>2197834
That would be awesome. We could find some force sensitive rebels and train them, but not as Jedi. We'll start our own force using order. With pazak and Twi'lek dancers.
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>>2198017
Twi'lek you say...
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Yes, B is basically saying “give me your good and I’ll make them the best”
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>>2198044
Oh I'm changing to B then
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>>2197613
>B. You’ve got almost no manpower, imagine what I could do if I got my hands on em
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>>2197613
>>B. You’ve got almost no manpower, imagine what I could do if I got my hands on em
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>>2197834
>>2198017
If we do this, I hope it doesn't make the quest about managing training and a base and that sort of thing. Resource management style quests tread too close to civs for my taste.
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>>2198097
It won’t.
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>>2198097
we can always renegotiate our contract later if they need us to do ground work. Decent trainers are typically worth there weight in gold.
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>>2198145
Let's pray they don't try to alter the deal
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>>2198097
>he doesn't want to run a quest about jumpstarting the Jedi order from either the rebels or from fucking mandalore and dealing with all the politics and shenanigans that would entail.
casual, fucking casual.
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>>2198252
Down the line, perhaps. But for now let’s galavant around the stars, shall we?
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>>2197613

“Well, for one I have something you desperately need: Skill and the ability to pass it on.” You explain.

“And what makes you say we need such things?” He asks, and feeling out with the Force you can feel him attempting to test you.

Little did he know all the facts were already there.

“It took thirty of you to even try and take that station. If it weren’t for the fact that I just so happened to also be there you’d just have thirty dead rebels. There was no escape route or way for them to pull out of that attack, they were expected to succeed and unless you expected them to take out two storm commando teams and a dark Jedi wanna be; It wasn’t in the deck.” You breakdown, giving the man a cool look.

“So, what do you propose for a contract?” Poe continues, ignoring your cool analysis of the failed plan.

“Simple. 200,000 thousand upfront, 50,000 at the end of each month and whatever you call hazard pay around here.” You announce, and you can see him visibly flinch.

“You’re asking for a lot. Mr. Jerris.” He states, and you simply nod.

“I’m offering quite a bit in return.” You counter.

There’s a long, pregnant pause as the man mulls over the deal and what you were Implying. You knew for a fact that during the Clone Wars the Mandalorians that were involved in the clone program were paid a fortune for their services, relatively speaking you weren’t asking a whole lot. After a few more moments he extends a hand.

“We have a deal?” You ask, looking at his hand.

“I’ll have a contract written up for you to sign by the time we drop out of hyperspace.” He assures, and with that said you shake his hand.

“Call me Daxter. Mr. Jerris makes me sound old, that and it isn’t my name.” You say, and you feel him clench his hand a bit tighter around yours.

“So what is your name then?” He asks.

You give a sly grin.

“You can find out for yourself when I sign the contract.”

With that said you stand and with a slight bow step out of the conference hall. Stepping out into the hall you look around and sure enough, you have no idea where you are.

>What’s the plan from here?
>A. See if you can get some grub
>B. You did promise you’d talk to Leia
>C. You need to get your arm looked at
>D. It’s been a long day, you should take a short rest.
>E. Other
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>>2198271
>You did promise you’d talk to Leia
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>>2198271
>C. You need to get your arm looked at
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>>2198271
>>B. You did promise you’d talk to Leia
>>C. You need to get your arm looked at
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>>2198271
>>B. You did promise you’d talk to Leia
>>C. You need to get your arm looked at
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>>2198271
>B. You did promise you’d talk to Leia
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>Roll me a D20
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2198315
nobody expects the mandolorian inquisition
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2198315
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2198315
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2198315
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2198315
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2198315
Time for that nat one baby.

Please no.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2198315
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>>2198315
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2198334
>>2198426
Hmmmm
>>2198480
>>2198447
HMMMM

1 for 16
2 for 3
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>>2198271


It would take forever wandering the halls to find Anyone, let alone the most important person in this operation. It would an hour tops if you’d isn’t have a way to find he-

You had The Force.

Correcting your stupidity you close your eyes and reach out in the Force. Slowly, one by one you start to feel the ripples of other lives through the ship. You feel the cold unliving metal of the droids that slowly moved themselves along. The further out you reached the more things became clear and near the officers quarters many decks above you there was the external ripples of a strong Force signature which had to be Lei-

There were two of them.

And one of them was moving towards you FAR too quickly for comfort; And the swirl of danger in the Force did not help calm this worry.

>Roll me a d20, let’s see if we can avoid this
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2198574
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2198574
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2198574
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2198574
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2198574
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2198574
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>>2198574
>And one of them was moving towards you FAR too quickly for comfort; And the swirl of danger in the Force did not help calm this worry.

Could it be the dreaded Jar Jar?
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>>2198745
Darth binks?
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>>2198574
>rey realized not all jedi are dead and must thus kill him to once and for all give supremacy to the sith
fuck, shit might head south pretty soon.
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>>2198862
She is upset she cant claim the franchise, we should go and steal Lukes Lightsaber and tell her to make her own like a proper Jedi.
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2198574
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>>2198907
>Asks for a d20
>Gets a 33

Hmmm
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>>2198874
>implying deus ex sue isn't powered by kylo being fucking vader tier in the fucking force.
we are probably already screwed m8, the mouse even in a quest wants to fuck star wars.
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>>2198578
>>2198585
Oh boy, here we go.
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>>2198948
Pls no
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>>2198948
>double 9's mean something
i feel like i missed the boat somewhere?
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>>2198574

Shutting yourself off to the Force you head down the hall, doing what you can to find the nearest turbolift. You didn’t want to admit you were afraid, but you were. You had never seen the sort of power that you had brushed against in your probing and unlike Leia you did not know who it was and unlike the steadiness of Lora’s signature this one was...strange. It was more akin to an ocean rather than a calm lake; constantly waning and waxing along the proverbial shore of your senses.

It wasn’t the power that scared you, it was the constant shifting.

The moment the turbolift arrives you quickly press a button up a few floors and feel yourself relaxing. Deep down you were excited at the thought of speaking to the once princess of Alderaan and general of the Rebel Alliance. She was of course your godmother, and it had been almost as long since you had seen your father that you had seen her.

And that goes out the window the moment the doors open and a slightly shorter girl looks at you, practically glaring.

“Can I...help you?” You ask slowly, making space for the woman.

“Who are you?” She asks, continuing to hold eye contact with you and almost immediately you feel the outer walls of your mind being probed by an outside force.

>What do you plan to do?
>A. Resist the attempt
>B. Fight back
>C. Break her concentration
>D. other
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>>2199002
>D. Who are you?
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>>2199002
>B. Fight back
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Just read up to here
>>2187495
And I have to agree with he others killing the shitty clerk was very outta the blue. We could've just stunned the guy, tied him up, gagged him and hidden him in a closet.

Benefits of hindsight I suppose.

Otherwise looking forward to reading the rest of this quest.
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>>2199002
>A. Resist the attempt
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>>2199002
THIS. FUCKING. EVIL. SITH. BITCH. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
also going with this:
>>2199010
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>>2199018
Read the issues with just stunning him. You’ll see the problem with stunning
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>>2199002
>C. Break her concentration
>D. other
"You okay? You look like you're trying to not shit yourself."
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>>2199002
>>B. Fight back
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>>2199002
>>C. Break her concentration
Lean on the turbolift and give her the ol' mando charm.
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>>2199002
>C. Break her concentration
Stamp on her foot, "That is very rude" you know
>D
Think of numbers, a sequence of numbers so all she sees in our head is that sequence...trick I learned from somewhere
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>>2199002
>>B. Fight back
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>>2199002
>B
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>>2199018
stunning wouldnt have worked, the effect of stun on the shot would have been watered down through the material. making him press the button
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>>2199002
>>>C. Break her concentration
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>>2199002
>C. Break her concentration
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Looks like we’re gonna be breaking this girls concentration.
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>>2199048
>implying
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>>2199002

You can feel her continuing to try and press into your mind, however her inexperience is showing as it’s sloppy; Akin to smashing a door with a sledgehammer rather than picking the lock. Given the concentrated look you realize she’s completely focused on the task and is otherwise blind. Even as you increase the mental barriers you can feel the mental torrent against your mind and it baffles you that with this much power she is brute forcing it.

Time to put a stop to this.

Raising your hand you place it a few inches from her forehead before flicking her. Immediately you feel her intrusion stop as brings a hand up to rub her forehead.

“Ow! What was that for?” She exclaims, though both of you know exactly why.

“Because you’re a lousy thief and you got caught.” You reply simply, ignoring the offended look as she scoffs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She assures and a second later you feel the pressure on your mind again.

The gall of this brat!

>It seems she really doesn’t realize who she’s up against. How do you proceed.
>A. Cut her down verbally
>B. She wants a battle of wills she’ll get one
>C. Explain you have a meeting with General Organa.
>D. Other
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>>2199082
>B. She wants a battle of wills she’ll get one
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>>2199082
>C. Explain you have a meeting with General Organa.
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>>2199082
>>D. Other
See if she is still "blind" and take funny pictures of her while we do so. Once we have the pictures, explain we have to go see Aunt Leia, I mean General Organa
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>>2199082
>>C. Explain you have a meeting with General Organa.
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>>2199082
>B. She wants a battle of wills she’ll get one
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>>2199082
>>B. She wants a battle of wills she’ll get one
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>>2199082
>B. She wants a battle of wills she’ll get one
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>>2199082
>>C. Explain you have a meeting with General Organa.
then proceed to slap her shit for wasting our time, the fuck if a mandalorian has to take shit from a halfassed wannabe jedi with way the fuck too much brute power and way to weak abilities to show for it.
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>>2199082
>>C. Explain you have a meeting with General Organa.
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>>2199082
>B. She wants a battle of wills she’ll get one [Briefly]
>C. Explain you have a meeting with General Organa.
Ok now we can't beat her in terms of raw power what we can do is technique. Create a channel within our own mind for that power she is pushing so hard against to seep through then rather than holding an entire mental bastion you only need two points to channel her own power away from anything worthwhile. Takes minimal work form us and she wears herself out, all she will get from those two points can be a sequence of numbers.
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>>2199126
You. I like you.

>Roll me some D100’s let’s see how well this works
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2199134
ITS TIME TO SET SAIL FOR FAIL!
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2199134
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Rolled 66 (1d100)

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Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2199134
I AM THE FORCE
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2199134
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2199134
rerollan, heres hoping we can crit this shit and put her in her place.
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2199134
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>2199134
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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2199134
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>>2199149
FINALLY, A NOT SHIT ROLL.
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2199134
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2199134
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2199134
I like you too Weaver
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2199134
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>>2199167
>>2199163
Double dubs
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Yay caught up. Do we have sisters?
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>>2199163
>>2199167
Execute Order 88

I shall write post first thing in the morning
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>>2199082

She wants to see into your mind? Fine; You’re sure she’ll absolutely love the intricate details and finer points of maintenance and repair of your starship. Focusing on all the times you had to do minor repairs and replacements you drop your mental shields and like an eager child on the Fete break she rushes in to fill it.

As she continues to explore and find herself trapped you mentally clamp down and instead use her rather massive intrusion against her. A rookie mistake you had learned from Master Skywalker was that Force abilities were a two way street, and the mind trick was no different. By its very definition she had to reach out and touch your mind with her own, meaning that she has to have part of her mind open to keep the connection.

However with how much force she was applying to your mind you were certain you could fly the Dawntreader into her head and she wouldn’t notice.

So as she continues to try and fail to explore more of your mind you send out a mental probe of your own. It is nowhere near as obvious, but even as you brush against her mind you could get glimpses; Of sand and sun, heat and labor. As you go deeper you see the all knowing Maz, A world of snow and clash of sabers.

And...luke?

No. No way...THIS wasn’t his student he was blathering in about, was she? Before you can stop yourself your mind lurches to process the information and by her gasp you can guess she has noticed your realization.

Sensing the change in her behavior your instincts kick in as you lean back and away from the staff she had produced from her back. Thankfully the lift was narrow and so her options were limited and you could take great advantage of that. Grabbing the staff you press it back towards her, pinning her between the staff and the door.

“Who are you?! What do you want with Master Skywalker!” She shouts, struggling and you can already feel the Force surging as her emotions run wild.

“If you calmed down and tried talking to me like a normal person perhaps I’d tell you.” You respond firmly.

“Besides, if I wanted anything with the old man I’d talk to him myself.” You add, and you feel her mind grinding to a halt at your words.

“What do you mean ‘talk to him’? You’ve seen the holonet! You know he’s gone.” She points out, and again her emotions begin to simmer.

Before you can say anything you watch as the door opens and the girl falls back onto the ground, the only thing supporting her gone. You can’t help but laugh as you step past her, propping her staff up against the wall before you continue on your way.

“You’ve got much to learn, youngling. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with the general.” And with that you walk away, feeling her confusion as you continue on your merry way.

>There, NOW I’ll go to bed
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>>2199257
thanks for runnin weavy
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