It was the Best of times; it was the worst of times.... (Inactive)

Game Master Kewl Modie

This is a Star Wars Saga Edition campaign set during the time immediately following the conclusion of the Clone Wars.


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Male Human (Chelaxian) Monk (Unchained) 2; AC 18, touch 17, flat-footed 14, CMD 22 (24 vs. grapple); HP 7/23; Ki 0/0; Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +3 (+2 vs. fear, +2 vs. paralysis and sleep); Initiative +7; Perception +8, Sense Motive +8

Corven joins his companions a few moment after Gotal does. "So, the game went well, I take it?" The question is asked casually and with a smile, though at the same time he looks around to make certain that they do not attract any unwelcome attention.


Male Human Noble 3

I won 750 credits!


F human jedi/3

Moroka does her best to remain casual as she quickly ensures no one is listening in.

"Training. The kind that opens your eyes. The kind I received on Coruscant."

She places a finger over her lips and returns to leaning on the bar.

"Might not want to advertise, Donavaan. The lucky tend to attract predators." She smirks.


Male Human Noble 3

Laughing at the indication, My eyes were opened up during the war. What are you a jedi? I saw what they did to the younglings. POW! he says, making his finger and thumb into a gun. They got em, those troopers did. They were just little kids and there was nothing I could do to help. he says as he puts his arms on the table, his head on them and begins to weep.


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal turns to Donavaan in shock, "What did you just say?"


Male Human Noble 3

Sobbing he repeats his last words. There was an attack on the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The 501. The best. They killed every one there. I tried to save a few of the kids, as I was passing by. I got shot at. They got killed and I fled. he says raising his head. He quickly grabs the bottle and begins to chug.


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal turns to the others for the first time he registers emotion on his face barely constrained rage, "It is time to go, we need to head back to the ship..."


Male Human Noble 3

And you wonder why I drink? And you wonder why I drink. he says as he finishes the bottle.


Great thread! Great interaction!

The web site was down yesterday evening, this morning I was not able to see our campaign until I went and looked through my account alias. I've emailed Paizo to try to find out what the heck.


F human jedi/3

Moroka pauses to take things in before nodding to Gotal. "I think you're right. Best we don't spread anyone's misery to others right now."

She call Jak up on her comlink. "Jak? change of plans. Rendezvous back at the ship, if you don't mind."

She then helps Donavaan up with a hand across his shoulders. "Come; I think it's time we helped you deal with something--in a safer place."


Male Human Noble 3

He reaches out and grabs the bottle. Feeling it empty he will drunkenly mumble All gone. Deal wiff thingsh? I already won in the card gamesh


Defense:
HP 31/31 | FORT 14 REF 18 WILL 14 | DT 14
Stats:
Init. +4 | Perc. +6 | Speed 6 | Force 6/6 | blaster +5 (3d8+1)
Human Scoundrel 3 | 1,251 credits | Effects: None

"No problem, Moroka. We got a cab on the way. We'll come pick you up."


Male Human Noble 3

Jush one more. Pleassh. Or one for the, the, the, road? the drunken noble asks Moroka.


F human jedi/3

Moroka chuckles, shaking her head. "Noooo, I think not. You're slurring; that tells me all I need to know. Come on. Let's go get some fresh air."

She walks beside him, leading him out, ready to catch him when he stumbles, which seems likely. Got to teach him to watch his words...

Her gaze, however, is distant as she thinks. Can they really all be gone?


Male Human Noble 3

Looking down cast. All gone. All gone. Jussh like the kids. A bang there and a bang there. I hear 'em ya know? The bangs and the kids yelling and screaming. One came to me and asked why didn't I help her.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Monk (Unchained) 2; AC 18, touch 17, flat-footed 14, CMD 22 (24 vs. grapple); HP 7/23; Ki 0/0; Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +3 (+2 vs. fear, +2 vs. paralysis and sleep); Initiative +7; Perception +8, Sense Motive +8

Corven shakes his head. It is not that he does not understand the ma's plight. If anything, he can sympathize. But the problem is that he has to gather his strength and put himself back together again, preferably without the aid of alcohol and worse. Times are changing and not for the better, he feels, and the noble may very well end up causing trouble and harm not only to himself but his new friends as well. Whether such a thing will be intentional or not... well, that is beside the point, given that the result would be the same.

He sighs. Addingt his own support to Moroka's, he helps the man exit the cantina, his eyes darting here and there. He does not expect trouble so much though; just another man who has had too much to drink and needs his friends' help to get home.


Your group waits outside Fett's Folly for a few minutes, the sounds of loud music and conversation thumping in the background. A hover cab glides up to the curb piloted by a Rodian. A small droid sits on the dashboard of the vehicle.

"Goola boo looka?" the Rodian asks. After a second the small droid chirps in.

"The esteemed Corda asks if these are your friends?

It's not clear from the Rodian if he is asking the passengers of the cab; Renlo & Jak. or if he is asking Moroka, Corven, Donavaan & Gotal standing on the curb.

Both groups give positive confirmation and the esteemed Corda continues.

"Bangala, oota looma?"

The droid buzzes in response

"The esteemed Corda would like to know where you would like to go?"

After the group mentions travel back to the spaceport, the esteemed Corda announces his fare.

"Gambacka dumshala meeramba. Frama vot 20 credits."

Again the driod buzzes in response.

"The esteemed Corda says that because you have honored your word for repeat business, he would like to offer you a discount fare of 20 credits."


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal complies covering the cab cost, clearly deeply troubled by what he has heard.


Male Human Noble 3

Jussh one more, one more?


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

Sensing the mood of his companions, Renlo kept quiet as they traveled back to the ship. Upon arrival, as they boarded the craft, he tapped Gotal on the shoulder and said, "I need to speak to you." He then headed towards the lower deck.


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal looks to Moroka then to Donavaan, "Its is best if he rests, we can continue our discussion tomorrow. I for one am very interested in that story. It may be vital especially if there is evidence of the crimes that he indicates took place".

Gotal follows Renlo below deck, Gotal's mood is strangely on edge considering the calm demeanor he normally portrays,"Speak, what have you elarned from your visit to the Senator's Palace?"


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

"The Senator's confident in the forces he's marshaled, and intends to rebuild the Seperatist government here. Hopefully, I'll find out more tomorrow when I see the Senator to deliver Captain Byrn's message. What I wanted to talk to you about was your little trick on the dock officer when we arrived," Renlo says as his tone and posture make it clear he knows what Gotal did.


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal shrugs, "The Separatist military seems convinced they can force a stalemate. I suggest we deliver the message and be off before the Imperial forces arrive.

What about it would you like to discuss? I will use tactics that are necessary to accomplish our goals here, no more no less".


Male Human Noble 3

Telling both Moroka and Corven and Gotal (before he leaves) But Iamm not tired.


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

"What I'd like to discuss is how often you use it. I know what it was, and I have a pretty good idea of where you learned it. Given the general feeling of the galaxy towards those with your training, you should avoid using it until we've exhausted every option - and that includes diplomacy, lying, and bribery. All it takes is some watch officer replaying security camera footage to see you waving your hand and they're investigating us. We can't afford to have that kind of scrutiny on us."


Defense:
HP 31/31 | FORT 14 REF 18 WILL 14 | DT 14
Stats:
Init. +4 | Perc. +6 | Speed 6 | Force 6/6 | blaster +5 (3d8+1)
Human Scoundrel 3 | 1,251 credits | Effects: None

Jak had laid down in the pilot's chair and had drifted to an uneasy sleep. He started to toss and turn as he experienced a familiar nightmare.

Jak's Nightmare:

Jak cursed and gripped his blaster tighter as he stared at the cold dead eyes of Farl Rinsim. Idiot kid, he thought savagely, even as a tear slid down his face. Why did he have to throw that grenade? He’d told them. He’d told them all. Never throw something at a Jedi unless you want it thrown right back.

The ringing in his ears cleared up enough that Jak could hear someone moaning behind him. It sounded like Tarkala. He turned his head to see that the young rodian girl was missing her arm and half of her face. And the rest of her was just a shredded, bloody mess. He reached out to her just as she screamed, hyperventilated and then passed out from the pain. It was probably for the best. Even if she had been dumped into a bacta tank that second, he didn’t think she would make it.

She shouldn’t be dying. She shouldn’t have tried to shield him from the blast with her own body. And Farl definitely shouldn’t have thrown that stupid grenade at the damned Jedi.

Jak got to his feet and did a head count. He still had seven soldiers and about six droids. He was down to half his forces. That grenade had devastated them.

“On your feet! Get ready! That Jedi is going to swing back. No pot shots. Fire only as a squad. And any of you reaches for a grenade, I’ll shoot you myself!”

A chorus of “rodger-rodger’s” was the response from his squad, coming from droid and organic alike.

There was a snap hiss and then a blur of blue death dropped down from the tree cover amidst his troops. His droids were slag, a second later. The brown cloaked shape, flicked its hand out toward him and then suddenly he was flying backwards. He landed ten feet away with the air knocked out of his lungs. He struggled for air and looked back to see that he had been lucky. The ones that hadn’t been pushed away had been struck down and laid in smoking, cauterized pieces.

Jak fired. But the damned Jedi sensed him and leapt away. He kept firing. The Jedi turned, brought his light saber to bear and sent the red beam of his blaster back at him. A smattering of sparks bounced just over his head. He kept firing. At some point, his surviving troops pulled it together enough to fire as well.

Finally it was too much, and the Jedi took a blast in the leg, gasped, and then took another dead-center in the chest. The Jedi stumbled into a tree, and slid down it.

“Hold your fire,” Jak yelled to his troops. He walked to the dying Jedi and violently kicked away the light saber that had slipped from his fingers. The Jedi shuddered, and his hood slipped away from him.

From her. A human girl with a single braid of hair painted blue, coming down the left side of her face. Fifteen years? Maybe sixteen? The girl still had acne. She shivered and then coughed up blood. She stared back at Jak serenely before she simply closed her eyes and died, like she was laying down to take a nap.

Jak’s blaster slipped from his lifeless fingers.


F human jedi/3

Moroka guides Donavaan to an open bunk, making sure he's in it before leaving. "You sleep this off, hotshot. We have a lot to discuss later, and you'll be better served sober."

She then turns toward the sounds of accusatory conversation. As she happens in on the end of Renlo and Gotal's exchange, she sighs, leaning against the bulwark.

She then reaches behind her, unsnaps the hidden holster at her back, and produces the familiar snap-hiss as she ignites her green lightsaber in view of the two.

"Well, now that we've got that out in the open, does that mean no one objects to me practicing my forms from time to time? I feel a bit rusty after hiding this for so long."


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal looks at Moroka, "Certainly no objection from me though I would do so only here on this ship out of view".

He turns to Renlo, "It was necessary, we can ill afford to be trapped here to wait for bureaucratic red tape to clear for our release. This entire place may literally not be here in 72 hours. Waiting longer would have made the situation even more unusual. Hand waving is unnecessary as you saw, it is for dramatic effect in stories not real life situations. No finger wiggling required, simply the exertion of the force on the minds of the weak. I use the force only when necessary as I always have.

Take no offense to this Renlo but I left the Order a long time ago and an answerable to no one but my own conscience. I am well aware of the situation and use my abilities sparingly. During the battle back on Begger's Moon you noticed nothing yes?"


Male Human Noble 3

With a drunken giggle the noble raises his hand to his face, waves it and says You will go to sleep. I will go to sleep and lays down to sleep it off.


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

"Back on the moon, I didn't see you in combat at all. You're good at sneaking," Renlo says grudgingly. "Be that as it may, 500 credits and that jumped-up moisture farmer would have had us processed faster than the time it took for him to put on his uniform, to say nothing of the fact that you didn't give me time to haggle with him. As you may have noticed at the bar on the moon, I'm quite skilled at putting others at ease without any tricks. From now on, the only time those tricks should come out are when we've exhausted every other option and we need to avoid combat or arrest."

As Renlo hears a sound he has not heard in over a decade, the snap-hiss of a lightsaber, he turns to see Moroka wielding the green blade. With a groan, he responds, "Not out here. If you'll recall, Jak fought for the CIS, and he might not be too pleased to find not one, but two Jedi on the ship. If you have to practice, both of you follow me."

Turning, Renlo leads the two Jedi to the hidden compartment he found while searching the ship. "Here. You'll be able to practice privately, as well as meditate."


Jak Kato wrote:

Jak had laid down in the pilot's chair and had drifted to an uneasy sleep. He started to toss and turn as he experienced a familiar nightmare.

** spoiler omitted **...

BRAVO!!! GREAT story! Thanks Jak! You guys are all kicking it up a notch or three.


Male Human Noble 3

I am really enjoying the character development.

After sleeping it off, the noble wakes up with a gehenna of a hang over and bemoaning the fact that he drank too much.


Renlo Tacksa wrote:

"Back on the moon, I didn't see you in combat at all. You're good at sneaking," Renlo says grudgingly. "Be that as it may, 500 credits and that jumped-up moisture farmer would have had us processed faster than the time it took for him to put on his uniform, to say nothing of the fact that you didn't give me time to haggle with him. As you may have noticed at the bar on the moon, I'm quite skilled at putting others at ease without any tricks. From now on, the only time those tricks should come out are when we've exhausted every other option and we need to avoid combat or arrest."

As Renlo hears a sound he has not heard in over a decade, the snap-hiss of a lightsaber, he turns to see Moroka wielding the green blade. With a groan, he responds, "Not out here. If you'll recall, Jak fought for the CIS, and he might not be too pleased to find not one, but two Jedi on the ship. If you have to practice, both of you follow me."

Turning, Renlo leads the two Jedi to the hidden compartment he found while searching the ship. "Here. You'll be able to practice privately, as well as meditate."

Again, Bravo! You are all making this a very enjoyable PbP. Thanks!


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal's voice gains an edge not heard before, "Do you believe yourself to be the leader of this ragtag band that I should do as you say when you say it Renlo? Perhaps you did not hear me the first time. I left the Jedi Order due to my desire to not be told what to do."


F human jedi/3

Moroka deactivates her saber, gently interposing herself between the two.

"Peace, Gotal. Renlo's not giving orders; just recommendations. No one's a captain here unless we all decide otherwise, but he does have a point. We should be minimizing the ripples we leave in the force; remember the empire is actively hunting those like us."


Male Human Noble 3

I'll be captain


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Gotal looks to Moroka and considers her words, "You are correct. I apologize Renlo. Donavaan's story has unnerved me in a way that perhaps nothing else has in my entire life. I cannot believe they slew the Younglings. They were children! Children standing before them and they killed them as if they were soldiers in war. I am not naive, the innocent often die in war but to execute them in such a manner is so horrifying I can scarcely contemplate it..."


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

Hearing Gotal say the Empire had slaughtered the Younglings, Renlo says, "The Empire did what? How did you find this out?"


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

"Donavaa claims to have stepped in to try and save one and was cuffed by a Clone Trooper for his efforts. I think that is why he left Coruscant. We will need some proof of this crime. Certainly the areas nearby of the Temple itself will have footage of this. If we can just get to it maybe we can topple his Emperor before he gets too settled in place to dislodge. Unless Palpatine did not know..."


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

"A dangerous choice. The heart of the Empire will have the tightest security, and the greatest chance of discovery for the two of you. And that assumes they have not already deleted or altered the footage. This must be something all of us on this ship agree to, and it will need a great deal of preparation. Is this truly something you wish to pursue?"


F human jedi/3

Moroka shakes her head. "I can't agree to that. My master sent me away from Coruscant for a reason. Walking right back into the heart of the Empire is wasting his effort and all our futures. Even I don't have that kind of confidence."

She then lays a hand on Gotal's shoulder. "We're flowing in a good direction already. If we try to reverse that flow suddenly, we WILL draw the wrong eyes, and we WON'T be ready. For now, we need to go with the flow."

"We've already set a meeting with the Senator. Let's finish what we came here to do first and see what she has to say. Our answers will prevent themselves in due time."


Male Human (Chelaxian) Monk (Unchained) 2; AC 18, touch 17, flat-footed 14, CMD 22 (24 vs. grapple); HP 7/23; Ki 0/0; Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +3 (+2 vs. fear, +2 vs. paralysis and sleep); Initiative +7; Perception +8, Sense Motive +8

"I agree with Moroka," Corven lends his own voice to the discussion. The revelation about the killing of the children is certainly appalling, but he remains calm and in control, at least outwards. "One step at a time. We barely know each other, I hardly think it would be easy to take action within Coruscant and actually expect success."

"Let us bide our time and see what we can do from where we are and where this whole thing takes us and then we can talk about it again."

He pauses for a few seconds, thinking before speaking again. "There is one more thing, however. Although I am not officially trained, I have been taught by a Jedi, a friend." His mood darkens for a moment. "A friend who is probably dead now. I would hate to let his teachings go to waste, especially with what seems to lie ahead of us. So, can either of you help me with that? If not now, sooner or later?"


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

"We may not need to go ourselves I have allies I can call upon, at least I hope I still do. I agree going to Cory scant now is dangerous".

Gotal nods to Corven, "I am no Master but I can train you in the same manner I was taught if that is your interest".


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

Surprised to hear Corven's voice added to the discussion, Renlo turned and said,"Geeze, you're Jedi trained too? Next you'll tell me Donavaan and Jak are Jedi in hiding."


Male Human (Chelaxian) Monk (Unchained) 2; AC 18, touch 17, flat-footed 14, CMD 22 (24 vs. grapple); HP 7/23; Ki 0/0; Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +3 (+2 vs. fear, +2 vs. paralysis and sleep); Initiative +7; Perception +8, Sense Motive +8

Corven chuckles and shrugs. "Well, I know a thing or two, but I have never been a part of the Order. And as for Donavaan and Jak, no, not Jedi in hiding. But, while the latter is not Force-sensitive, the former is, though he appears to be oblivious of that fact."

He smiles before adding, "Were I a Jedi, however, I might say something like how this may not be a coincidence, us meeting each other and starting down a perhaps dangerous path together. Strange are the ways of the Force, or so I have been told." His expression turns to one of determination then. "Jak needs to be told, sooner or later. Otherwise, if -or when- he finds out, he may very well feel deceived."


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

"Donavaan, Force-sensitive? Really? Who'd have thought it."

Considering Corven's comment about Jak's reaction, Reblo said , "Traveling on a ship with four Force- sensitives, two of them Jedi? He's gonna feel a bit overwhelmed. I'll talk to him and ease him into it."


Sleep comes uneasily for the companions with all the information that has been bandied around.

Eventually though, you all drift into your respective resting states.

It's approximately midnight when you all get settled.

Around 4 in the morning the sound of combat rumbles through the ship.

It doesn't matter if you are a deep sleeper or not, the battle goes on long enough to wake all of you.

There is the distinct sound of turbo laser fire, the thump of explosions, the whistling destruction of damaged ships falling through the atmosphere and the whump, whump, whump of surface to space projectiles being launched.

You all make your way to some part of the ship with a view of the outside. It is clear that there is a significant battle happening in the upper reaches of the Sy Myrth atmosphere. As you look to the heavens, you see the tell tale pulse of ion cannons and the subsequent destruction of a wedge shaped republic/imperial capital ship as it loses control, enters the atmosphere and plunges into a mountain range on the horizon.

The battle lasts for several hours. In the end, all three imperial capital ships and most of their support ships have been destroyed.

News on the local holonet shows vid of the clash. It is clear that the CIS forces were victorious through sheer force of will. The gargantuan CIS droid battle cruisers were curiously still during the whole event.

Those that are interested may roll a perception, gather info or use computer for additional details.


Male HP 23/30 | R 13, F 12, W 15 | DT 12 | Per +9 | FP 4/5 | DP 1/1 | DSP 1 Umbaran Jedi

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29


Male Human Noble 3

Use Computer Check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

He wakes with a start and the mother of all hangovers. He hears the laser fire thinking it is a ramification of his drinking last night. When he realizes what is going on he will access a computer terminal to see what is going on.


Male Human Woodsman 5 | HP 60/60 | Defense 19, T 19, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +3 | Init +4 (+6 in the Blight) | Perception +10 (+12 in the Blight or vs Myrddraal; +14 vs Trollocs or Myrddraal in the Blight; +16 vs Trollocs in the Blight)

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

At the sound of turbolaser fire, Renlo quickly awoke. After verifying that the ship was not under attack, he immediately attempted to find out what happened.

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