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Any movement on the Wars?

Ready and waiting. Possibly unconscious or dead.

Cordal Mhoy was never much of a Jedi. He felt alive only when in the cockpit and now is no different. But he gives into the Force, spinning, weightless and alive, and allows the Force to guide his hand.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 3 = 7

Clearly the Force does not wish him to damage the Clone Troopers.

Cordal grits his teeth as he sees the troopers take their positions. This is so not what he was remembering from his short time as a padawan.

"Let's take the ones on the right! Less to take out. Ready? Go!"

Cordal charges out, slashing at the trooper on his side.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (8, 3) + 3 = 14

Cordal's still here, but everyone else seems to have disappeared in the confusion, and I have no idea how our entrance and Aran and Zee's deal intersect.

I guess option B.1 could involve having everything go pear-shaped and only Aran and Zee make it to the shuttle where Cordal is holding the entrance, waiting for the exit. They board as explosions go off, we fly off and have to figure out our next move having bungled the first mission.

Cordal remains in the back of the now disappearing group. He weeps slightly, because he's pretty sure he's all alone...

Cordal moves behind, his eyes sweeping and his 'saber held high. Outwardly he's calm, but inwardly he seethes. He's not comfortable away from the cockpit, let alone in battle. With a lightsaber. Held openly.

Cordal puts the shuttle on standby as the docking massacre begins. He lets the shockingly large His move forward and pulls up on the rear, his lightsaber finally openly displayed.

Okay, it's been a while, but I need a quick recap. Who's with which team? I can't remember where I should be and I can't figure out who's in the infiltration or assault team and where I am. Help!

I'm kickin' it old skool, yo. I got my D6 on, fools.

Yep, still painfully white.

Cordal revs the engines on the ship, running it through several simulations and seeing what works and what doesn't. He's not eager, but ready, content in the his new realization of the Force.

Sorry, Rennik, but this just pops in my head whenever I hear the phrase "girlfriend who lives in Canada..."

"I'll begin pre-flight on the ship for the rescue mission. Master. I hope to see you again. May the Force be with all of you." Cordal bows to his Master and heads off to the place where he feels most at home: behind the controls of a starship.

I feel your pain. I got the flu last week and it darn near kicked my butt. Welcome back!

"I can pilot for the strike team. I'll go with them."

Fighting a nasty cold. May be intermittent for a few days.

Cordal kneels before Master K'Kruhk. His attentiveness is his answer.

Cordal follows Master K'kruhk eagerly. 'Just like old times,' he thinks, then stops. Old times never involved treason or murder or the wholesale slaughter of innocent people.

The old times were definitely less complicated.

Cordal shrugs, a little unaccustomed to being asked his opinion by anyone, let alone a captain. "I can donate one slightly used fighter. She flies good, when you don't jump out of her and land on shuttles." Cordal smiles at Jace. "I'm in. Anything that I can do to help, I will. I lost my life to the Empire; I'm just now finding a new one. I want it to mean something. I'm in."

Good to have you back!

Cordal banks the cloakshape and rolls, coming up firing. He aims at the lead TIE, looking to take it out before it can take him out!

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Damage:4d10 + 1 ⇒ (10, 9, 9, 1) + 1 = 30

Init: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Pilot Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 REROLL!
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Attack on the Shuttle! 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15 using a concussion missile
Damage: 7d10 ⇒ (9, 4, 3, 3, 6, 5, 4) = 34 x 2 = 68 + 2 for level = 70 damage

Cordal leans into the controls, feeling the ship through his conenction with the Force. He spins and rolls as he flies, targeting the shuttle he's been sent to disable and firing his missiles as he goes.

Hearing the patchwork transmission, Cordal is perplexed. Is it true or has he misintepreted the message? Are they supposed to destroy the shuttles? He searches his feelings to determine the truth: UtF 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Cordal slides into the cockpit of the starfighter like a hand in a glove. He runs his fingers lightly over the controls, feeling them with the Force. He allows his breathing to show and his awareness to flow outward into the ship. He is the ship. The ship is his body. His body wants to fly.

He eases the starfighter outward, brings up targeting information and prepares to attack. Tonight he will fly, he will fight and they will fail.

The Hangar

"Ha!" Jace laughed without any humor, settling himself into his seat and starting to power up a few of his ships systems, "We were betrayed by Palpatine and slaughtered, almost to the last man. Nothing we do will bring those Jedi back."

"No, but they live on in the Force and through us, the Force is not lost. We can rebuild the Jedi order. We can once again create a force for peace in the galaxy." Cordal clings to this hope, almost desperately now that he's found other survivors.

Cordal nods at Jace's description as he puts on the flight suit and gear. "The last few years, they were hard for all of us, I know. But at least now we have a chance to make them worth something. If we can correct the damage done, we can set to right some of the wrongs done to us. I'm just overjoyed that you lived, my friend."

"Running. Running and hiding and lying and never speaking of it. When my Master was cut down by the clones, I was in an observation post about 500 meters away. I saw it happen and I ran. The clones launched a missile at the observation post and destroyed it. They must have thought they got me, too. But I never stopped running and never stopped looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day when they finally caught up to me. The only time I could ever sleep was in space. There, at least, I was safe." Cordal lets out a long breath, somewhat shocked at the extent of his fear and paranoia.

"How about you? How'd you make it?"

Cordal's eyes light up at the thought of flying a starfighter. "If the captain would permit, I will fly."

As he passes, his hand comes down on Cordal's shoulder, and his voice comes out in a low whisper, "We will be having words about this later."

Cordal sighs, a resigned almost relieved sigh. "Aye, sir."

Cordal freezes for a moment as Jace pulls him into the embrace, then realizes the gig is up. He relaxes and smiles. At least here were old friends who would accept him if his new ones failed to...

"Jace! I didn't think anyone else survived the end... I was with Master Shurgas, when the clones attacked. I ran, and they thought the missile they fired at my position killed me. I've been running ever since... How'd you get away?!?"

Turning to Aran, Zee and the Captain, "I'm sorry for the deception. Jace and I were younglings together at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Master K'kruh here was our lightsaber master. He taught us to fight. I'm sorry I did not tell you, Captain. I know there is a bounty on the heads of former Jedi and there are those who hunt us. I've heard rumors of a black clad assassin who kills Jedi. I couldn't be sure..."

Cordal goes very, very still. "Jedi? Huh, I don't know much about that. I just figured, you know, claws and big, probably dangerous, but if he's hiring us, you know, it's fine by me..."

Deception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

When Master K'kruh appeared in front of them, Cordal just about jumped out of his skin. Years on the run believing that the Jedi had all been hunted down by the black clad assassins he'd heard tales of had taught him to lay low and keep quiet about his past. Now, here was not only a Jedi, but a Master who had taught him. It was simultaneously the best and worst moment of his life; what is Master K'kruh gave him away? What if the others realized there was probably a bounty on his head as well? What if.... The questions swirled as Cordal did his best to shrink and appear unworthy of notice.

Deception, I think...

Deception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Cordal lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "I dunno, Cap'n. It's a large bounty, yes, but he's got to be wanted for something bad for it to be that high. Doesn't look dangerous to me, but there must be something, right?"

Cordal tenses even more than usual. He slowly scans the hangar bay, looking for the person who pinged his radar.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Cordal nods at Aran and the droid. He keeps his eyes down as they walk, but his body is tense and ready to spring. Years of looking out for the inevitable attack taught him to be ready whenever he's not onboard ship. You could never tell when the attack would it come, but Cordal has seen enough to know that it would always come.

Use the Force: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 to sense any other Force Users, just to ensure they're not heading in his direction

Cordal shrugs at the girl. "Good deal, kid. Anyone I walk away from is a good one." Hearing the Cap's orders, Cordal stands, adjusts his blaster to loosen up the draw and discreetly brushes his hand against his "flashlight". Never hurts to have that close to hand, just in case.

"No problem, Cap. She looks like a turtle, but she flies like a dream. We'll have you docked and happy before you even know it. And if I don't, you can fire the girl here." Cordal leans back in the pilot's seat, doing his best to convey competence and charm. Internally he's a bit worried. Every time he docks at a station he's secretly wondering if this is the time the dark armored figures he's heard are hunting Jedi are waiting for him...

I think I'm good to go. And Koros, you ride with someone else...

James - I thought Duros were bald. Your backstory mentions him getting a haircut.

Yeah, that was before I had settled on a species. Maybe he's a mutant hairy Duros...

Reusing an old alias, but new stats will be up shortly!

3d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 3) = 6

I dig. Good luck with law school. Get lots of downtime and don't take it too serious!

James

Mhoy's going CSI. He's looking for anything that might suggest where the attackers came from, what sort of place they called home.

Mhoy would like to visit the site of the attacks, to see if there's anything he can gleam from the places where the attacks occurred.

Just a heads up. Starting in August I will be a student at the University of Idaho School of Law. Depending on the course load and how much work I have to do for those courses I may have to dump my pbps. I will not know what my schedule will look like until I get enrolled and start taking classes. However, I want you guys to have plenty of warning if it does happen.

Dude, you will need to drop all PbPs. I don't know law school specifically, but the first semester of grad school is known as the weed out period, where they give you the hardest classes, heavy course load and far too much work to see who'll drop out. I wish you the best of luck, but we are a distraction you can ill afford!

"I believe in this respect that a trap is best. We must strike fast, before they have time to prepare for our coming."

"Indeed. Let us begin at the scene of the attack and begin a systematic sweep, focusing on locations that would be able to hide a starship."

"Now that we are en route, what are our search parameters? Cloning takes a great deal of space and energy does it not?"

I don't really have any wishes, but what does the ship have in the way of shields and weapons?

"Indeed, the name might be properly improved. Perhaps the Knight Errant? Or the Libertine?"

Cordal Mhoy wrote:

Mhoy bows to Luke and Leia, and then promptly leaves the room. Once out of the Council chambers, he turns to his comrades. "Let us gather supplies and leave in three standard hours. I will arrange for our transportation."

Mhoy heads to the hangar to arrange for a transport. Is there anything available?

There are several avalible options. The three most likely options are a YZ-775, a YT-2400, and a Loronar E-9 Explorer.

I'll have the YT-2400 prepped for launch. Does it have a name?