Capt. Mayvar Rolston's page

With the transaction done, Mayvar smiles at Laris and tells her he'll be out looking for work.

He heads to any cantina of "ill-repute" where this kind of work can be found (Perhaps the same one as Wade?). He orders a drink and starts asking around, looking for any hint he can get. Being a natural schmoozer, Mayvar actually truly enjoys this part of his job.

Gather Information: (1d20+11=30)

"Alright everyone, you heard the man. The job's done, we just gotta take care of the details. I'm gonna stay here and finish up the deal, y'all can feel free to wander about and take care of any business that needs care."

"Go on, enjoy yourselves! Once we take off, it'll be a long time before we get another chance like this."

As the men and Duro leave, the tension in Mayvar visibly lessens, and he clasps his hands around his gunbelt.

"Well, this is a mighty weclomin' planet, it seems. Good work, everyone! We're gonna move quick with the Doc, I don't want those townies to start thinkin' twice about their decision to walk away."

He pulls out his comlink and signals the Doc.

"Hey, Doc... It's me, Mayvar, this time in an entirely un-shot condition..."

Mayvar proceeds to ask him to come pick up his shipment, with a repulsorlift cart or something, preferably.

"Just give the word Captain and I'll show these people how serious we are."

With a flick of his finger he arms the grenade ready to throw it at the mercenaries.

Mayvar whispers back: "Be ready, Soz, I got one o' those bad feelins.

"Now gentlemen, thers no need to resort to violence" Laris takes on soothing tones and starts to slowly and calmy move towards the men.

"Now, normally I'd love to take the money and run, but the doctors a friend, and in this line of work that counts for a lot."
She leaves the last open, almost a question and see if the men provide any alternative options for them.

"Listen to the pretty lady, gentlemen. She's right. You know as well as us that in this business, your rep is all what keeps you separate from cutthroat scum. We'd be fools to trade with you and blow our rep, and you know it too. Now, you got your creds, and like my friend here says, there ain't no reason for there to be any shootin'."

Of course, Mayvar keeps his hand close to his blaster.

Aid Another (Persuasion): (1d20+6=26)

Oh, what a great time to roll a 20! :S

Without taking his eyes off the crew, the bearded man addresses his chatty Duro partner. "Blast you, Wollong, and yur'n loose lips."

Then he speaks towards Captain Mayvar. "It's like this, stranger. Some of you all might see us as miners, but the company put an end to that. The pay weren't worth the risk, not for what we were haulin' out of the ground."

"We tried to organize, they brought in scabs. We upped the ante, bombed the worst mines. Took a few scabs with 'em. That got more mines to shut down, then things got mighty hot up north. We only had a few blasters amongst us. Of course, those of us with blasters, and the know-how... well, we made it down to these parts to lick our wounds."

The man pauses for a moment, satisfied that he has told enough of his story to make his past understood.

"So the Doc did treat some of our pard'ners, and maybe he took pity on Wollong bellyachin' for honest work. Mentioned this shipment of supplies, and a sack of metal to exchange."

The man pauses again, ending his talk about the Doctor.

"Thing is this, friend. Them supplies are worth more than any metal, 'specially on Phloeron. All them supplies, it's enough to keep a little rebellion on its feet, maybe enough to bring some real Rebs to the fight, at least until the job is through."

"So what's the discomfort of a few wildcats and their country doc? You've got your pay for them supplies, spacer. Phloeron'll be better off when miners like us call the shots."

The man appears to be done with talking, his hands resting on his hips, near enough to reach his blaster but giving no indication he'll do so.

"Well, friend. It looks like we have us a problem. I ain't tradin' with nobody but the doc. So here."

With a quick motion, Mayvar throws the bag of credits back at the miner and returns his hand to his pistol immediately.

"The deal's off, so I'm suggestin' that you and your men back off before there has to be trouble in this here fine docking station."

Persuasion (intimidate): (1d20+6=17)

As the bearded man addresses Laris, one of his Duro companions speaks to Captain Mayvar in slightly accented Basic.

"The kind Doctor aided some of our comrades. We are poor men from the North, driven to a harder brand of life here in the South, after the loss of our employment."

"In spite of the Doctor's marital grief, he treated our companions' blaster wounds, without asking for compensation.

A glance from his fellow Duro companion causes the first Duro to halt his speech about their origins.

"When he mentioned a shipment of medical supplies, we saw an opportunity to repay your Doctor friend."

The Duro smiles, awkwardly.

As Laris passes him the credits, he gives her a small nod, hoping that Wade and Soz would catch it as well.

Mayvar smiles as he finishes looking into the sack. "Well, that sounds an awful lot like the doc. I'm for wonderin', though... If you'd really met the doc and he treated your wounds and such as you're sayin', why is it that you didn't realize that what I was sayin' was a test?" His eyes narrow directly onto the bearded human. "He ain't divorced."

Mayvar puts his hand on his blaster pistol. "Now, gentlemen, I'd suggest you start tellin' me the truth, or this deal may end up goin' south. Get talkin'."

To those in the crew who might stand outside the ship, the Human raises his voice. "Greetings, gentlefolk. The Doc from Connmohr sends his regrets, for he had a patient take suddenly ill. We come bearin' his payment for the medicines, and mean to trade it to you, in exchange for the release of those sundry items to me and my boys."

The bearded Human smiles as he concludes his speech. He spoke in a Locally accented tone, his left hand gesturing confidently, with his right hand hand behind in the small of his back. His Blaster Pistol is strapped neatly to his leg.

How do you Sense Motive in SAGA? Is it Perception or Deception? I suppose I'll roll a Perception. 1d20+4=7

"Pleasure to be makin' your acquaintance there, friend. I'm a mite sorry to hear the Doc couldn't make it to meet with us today. Of course, any friend of the Doc is a friend of mine!" Mayvar grins at the bearded man. "So tell me, what's the Doc been up to these days? Aside from treatin' dangerously ill folk and all? How's he dealin' with divorce? Last I saw him he was mighty depressed; he loved that pretty young thing. I hope he's doin' better these days..." Mayvar keeps a pained expression on his face as he recalls his friend's pain.

Deception: (1d20+6=20)

Like I warned of before we left Troophon, the warp unit just blew out it's containment field, which is usually what happens when you drive these things past their expiration date, meaning we'll need to replace the warp ion transducement coils before we can leave this system. AND, since we didn't manage to take care of that back in Troophon, the incidental warp ionic variance when we dropped out of hyperspace partially overcame the containment field, meaning the control unit interface to the coils is itself quite ionized, so besides replacing any processors that blew out, I'll have to re-calibrate the whole thing.

"OK, let's play 'pretend the captain knows nothing about hyperdrive operation and/or maintenance' again. What are you telling me?"

After Mayvar gets his response, he beckons Laris to follow him to the cargo bay where they can speak more privately.

For Laris:

Deception: (1d20+6=21)

From my understanding, this result is higher than Laris' Will defense, so she believes what Mayvar is saying... Is that how it works in Saga?

Before he leaves the bridge, Mayvar activates the comm quickly, seemingly remembering something that he nearly forgot.

"Ulula! How're the engines doing? Give me some good news."

"I'm saying an Imperial Officer who has earned his rank doesn't even hit the 'fresher without already having some kind of plan on how to zip up his fly. He likely figures us to thank our lucky stars and proceed as if nothing happened."

He paused for his statement to settle.

"I figure there's one of four things happening right now. He suddenly received flash orders cutting this short; he believed our bluff; he wants us off guard and will have someone inspect us dirtside; or his presence here is a coincidence and he's here to escort a transport, initially mistaking ours for it."

Wade pulled an uncomfortable fold out of his flightsuit.

"The last two are the most likely, as they both explain why those TIEs are still weightless. The first is the least likely due to sheer improbability, while the second is only likely if he's very dumb."

"Y'know, Wade, I knew there was a reason I saved you from sucking vac when we first found you. Good thinking."

"Anyway, we'll be heading down soon, so you'd best be gettin' back into the ship before we hit air."

Cinder scurried toward the computer display with a sheepish "Yes, Captain." and settled to her assigned task, hoping no one had noticed her childish fear.

Perception: 1d20+4=10

"Ah! There she is!" Noticing the welt on her head, he continues. "You get in a fight with the bulkhead again? I keep tellin' ya, you can have your own quarters. Eh, never mind for now. You let me know if somethin' strange pops up."

Hitting the intercom, Elliot asked, "Am I correct in assuming that there won't be any sudden firefights within the confines of the ship, Captain?"

Replying over the intercom: "Don't you go getting jittery on me, doc. We just exchanged a few words, is all."

Mayvar then makes a mental note to figure out how long Elliot's planning on staying with the ship.

Finally, he turns to the rest of the crew. "Alright folks, you heard Wade, we keep a sharp eye out. First sign of trouble, you make sure ain't nobody that don't know it - send a beam out on all our comlinks. The shabla Imps may be up to something, but we've been through worse. For now, we act like nothing happened. Soz, take us down to atmo. And take it easy. Nothing to worry about, right?"

With that, he gives his crew a reassuring smirk.

"Lar... uh, Maeris. I have something we need to discuss. Follow me?"

He begins walking to the cargo area.

"Captain, something's very odd here. They should've been inside and counting the fillings in our teeth by now."

The grin on Mayvar's face quickly recedes. Mumbling to himself: "... of course, nobody wants to take the easy way..."

Flipping on the intercom, he replies to Wade: "You're suggesting to me that the Imps are cookin' up some trouble?"

He looks around, searching for someone.

"Where is that girl? Cinder! Keep a scan going on those Imps, I don't want to see no trouble once we get down on the surface."

"Soz, you feelin' ready to take us down?"

Standing in the cockpit of the Citadel cruiser, the captain's smile slowly grows into a grin.

"What'd I tell ya, Laris? They ain't gonna be botherin' with us as long as we're carrying some much-needed, legitimate cargo."

The captain looks, in many ways, like your average human galactic citizen. He stands at about average height, and, while not ugly, is not a real looker either. His dark blond hair is neatly kept, and some light stubble dots his face.

His clothing appears simple and utilitarian, as though he attempts to avoid unwanted attention by dressing particularly blandly. In fact, after having met Mayvar Rolston, there are often only two characteristics that people remember about him. First, he has a large and dangerous-looking blaster sitting in an easily-accessible hip holster, and second, he has a defiant look about him, as though he could face off against the entire galaxy, and come out on top.

We have one important detail we've missed! What should we name the ship?!

I've come up with a few names that Mayvar might have chosen:

Resolute
Resurgence
Triumph
Adamant
Valiant
Tenacious

I chose most of these names considering Mayvar was stranded on a deserted planet and managed to survive.

Of those, Resolute is my personal favourite. But what about everyone else? Also, Laris... Do you want to name the ship? You are putting up the cash for it, after all! The above would be Mayvar's suggestions... you have the final say!

Okay, basic character profile up. Expect alterations.

Ooh, look who showed up at the party wearing the same dress... :)

(Captain?) Mayvar Rolston at your service!

I wrote my background in this profile, but here it is again for convenience:

Here's the stuff going on that Mayvar DOESN'T know (let me know if this is alright):

I have some more stuff to write up about Mayvar, but I'll get to that tonight!

I have to say, I'm really excited about this game, it's exactly what I've been looking for for a while!

Still trying to figure out who this guy is: not sure if he's a noble doctor from the core, naively trying to 'help the less-fortunate', a retired battlefield medic who is low on creds, or a former Jedi turned medic, seeking forgiveness for his 'sins'. I'm rather partial to the Force, but I've also never played a straight up non-Jedi, non-Force character before. Could be interesting.

Anyone have any opinions, admittedly based on tiny descriptor phrases in this case?

Seeing as you seem to play Force-users often, maybe your instinct to try a non-Force character is a good one. Have you thought about playing an alien? Just looking through the Species often gives me some inspiration when I'm having a tough time thinking of a character. The doctor idea is fab though... I think we'll need one. :)