Return of The Jedi (and some other guys who came along on a stolen shuttle)

Game Master baron arem heshvaun

OPENING CRAWL

It took some time, and quite a significant amount of resources.

An overlaying orchestra of intrigue, coordinated by a select few in the ISB, the Director of Imperial Intelligence and Fleet High Command, normally competing Imperial machinations now allied in purpose under the scrutiny of none other than The Emperor himself.

The most alluring of baited traps was put into play, where in the entire Rebel Fleet would be drawn out of hiding with the promise of an uncompleted and undefended Death Star AND the arrival of Palpatine as the prize.

Those Bothan's were far too easy to deceive. And ultimately, even easier to bribe.

The Alliance was waiting for just this opportunity.

Over the last months Rebel Commanders gathered the all available military assets, every single one of their old Republic era ships and every last one their rag tag converted formerly civilian vessels.

An elite strike team was assembled and sent in a day ahead to destroy the shield generator protecting their target, the Death Star.

Shortly before the designated time, there was a brief pause for silence, as aboard nearly a hundred warships from nearly every Region in the Galaxy, with millions of prayers to thousands of different gods on the lips of nearly all the known sentient races were quietly said.

Then coordinates were finalized, Mon Cal Star Cruisers powered up their massive engines, Corellian Corvettes streaked ahead to form picket lines, even as X Wings took up their forward vectors.

From the Command Bridge of Home One Admiral Ackbar gave the fleet wide com signal.

"May The Force Be With Us."

Hyperspace entry in three .. two ... one.

The die was cast. The makeshift Rebel Armada entered hyperspace.

Straight for their certain doom.

This was all expected, of course.

All was proceeding as The Emperor had planned out. As The Emperor had foreseen.

The 501st Legion, allowed to bare the name Vader's Fist, many times decorated and victorious in every combat engagement it had served in, was laying in wait on Endor's moon.

Two battle hardened Imperial Sector Fleets composed of fifty veteran Star Destroyers who's massive hulls were dwarfed by the leviathan flagship they surrounded, the pride of The Fleet, the Executor, were waiting just on the far side of Endor's system. Further out, squadrons of Interdictor Cruisers with their real space gravity wells primed to ensure there would be no escape for the Rebel fleet.

And, like a harbinger of Death itself dominating the night sky, a fully armed and operational Death Star waiting in close orbit.

Even without the battle station, The Empire's warships had the Rebellion's smaller vessels outgunned by a factor of 10,000 to 1.

Surveying it all from a makeshift throne room on a high tower on board sat the mastermind of this all encompassing trap, Emperor Palpatine, with thin dead lips pursed and gravestone grey skin tight on a withered macabre face that showed no emotion.

Yet this was to be The Emperor's crowning achievement. It was time for the great Bantha to swat the bothersome gnat. This so called Rebellion to restore the Republic would die this very day.

A day that would long be remembered.

Moon of Endor

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Treskan takes his time o check the datapad again, not really focussing on what he reads while he desperatly tries to think of some ways to 'con'this mission as a safe and good idea...at least to himself.

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THIS IS IT.

The Imperial Command Bunker is less than 240 meters in front of you.

Major Bren Derlin orders everyone to hunker down. Hand signals only, communications blackout here on in.

Forward scout Monica does a quick perimeter check of the area, signals back 'only minimal security'. Overconfident smug bastards.

These Imperials were sure making it easy.

Everyone can see the wry smile on General Han Solo's face. Real charmer that one.

Then things happen REALLY fast.

One of those little natives, Ewok was it?

One of those little fuzzballs jumps on an Imperial Speeder Bike and most of the unit gives chase.

Hope that little fur ball makes it out ok.

General Solo takes point, we grab the last Scout.

WE ARE IN!

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Then THIS happens.

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Hmmm Scout Monica must have rolled 1s on her Perception.

PARTY please indicate if you want to use Force or Character points before you roll.

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Vashh Lorimar as squad sniper you are in a rear position, 30 meters to right and 65 meters to the front of the Bunker when the Bantha Poodoo hits the fan.

The first thing you see in a whole COMPANY of Stormtroopers, Army Officers, and Biker Scout support descend on the "unprotected" Bunker.

And that sound ... Scout Walkers?! Where did THOSE things come from?!!

Five ... No SIX!

Damn!

Vashh do you break com silence to alert the Major?

Regardless Vashh please make Hide roll.

Manji Roye, Nara Vix, Jer Koroban, Monica were part of the Bunker charge.

Please make HIDE rolls. Or you can willingly give yourselves up to the Imperials.

Maybe they will be merciful.

Where do you want to put M1-DA5 ? Somewhere unobtrusive please.

Despite the general's smile Jer's mind wandered over the mission and the team. This was important, no doubt the most important mission he could ever imagine being on. Even the desperate battles on Hoth, when he was part of the team of commando's left behind to slow the empires advance when they had to flee the planet seemed not as important. A 2nd Deathstar that thought made him shudder. He watched the scout go out and return and he could only smile, in a different galaxy he probably would have badly asked the bouncy ever smiling lass out for a drink or something, but such thoughts should be lightyears away from what he should be thinking about. Mission first.

He checked his carbine to make sure the charge was correct then followed the team in when he was supposed to go. His heart was pounding, the thrum almost seemed to deafen him as their footfalls echoed in the bunker. The short firefight was pratically over before he even got into the bunker, but he instantly frowned as he knelt beside the fallen rebel commando, his hands searching for a pulse as he half rolled the man over.
first aid: 5d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1, 1, 6, 2) + 1 = 16
He wasnt sure why he checked the deep hole in SGT Junkin's chest that had melted most of his heart. Nothing could be done, but habits died hard.

The ease of the mission was slowly letting him get his heart rate settle back into place, one casualty would make this mission a success that they could only dream of. He was just about to voice how smooth things seemed to be going when more troopers arrived surrounding them.

Sithspit. He cursed lowly slowly holding his hands up.
Just.. just a field medic! Are any of you uh fine troopers suffering from the Vitiligo virus, Sarcassian crabs or the vermilli flu strain? I have a shot for that. He added keeping his hands well away from any sudden movements but speaking loudly enough to hopefully keep eyes on himself.

Some of you who glance over notice General Solo not smiling anymore.

Hide: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 5, 3, 4) = 20

She was really embarrassed when the large and probably difficult to hide force of troopers stormed in. She was about to say something but decided to duck out of sight instead... On the bright side she thought, we know where they are now. :)

Monica ducks behind a console as the troopers rush into the room.

Hide: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 4) = 12

This was the big one - and for once, it seemed the Force was on their side. They'd convinced the locals of the Rebellion - everything'd gone smooth with the Solo - and they'd have ringside seats to a Death Star blowing up - Manji had been no where near the first one.

It was almost like being outside yourself looking in, that hideous clarity of setting something really big to blow, and that same clarity had Manji looking for a big support column to hide behind as suddenly the bunker seemed to pour full of Imperial white.

M1-DA5 was probably guarding the door from the nearby bushes...

Mona is stationed in a nearby tree scouting (not that she has any real skill at that beyond pointing out the obvious). On the com link Mona helpfully says "Mistress, squaaak, I believe you are about to receive some visitors in white armor and imperial uniforms. Do try to be on your best behavior." (of course the warning comes too late to be very helpful)

As the assault team made the bunker and gained entrance, Nara thought to herself Too easy....an installation this important. .and we just dance in...but do they ask me? Nooooooo....

Placing a charge, she wasn't too surprised to see columns of stormtroopers converging on the command center. Instinctively, she leaps up to find concealment in the conduits above. ..

Hide: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) = 12

...but she's pulled down by a group of troopers. With a sigh, she raises her hands in surrender.

Hide:Camouflage: 5d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6, 5, 2, 3) + 1 = 21

As the troopers arrive, Varshh takes a moment to scan them for officers, getting a quick idea for how many men there are. He's about to contact the Major when he hears Mona's robotic voice crackle over the commlink. That's good - it saves him having to risk a skilled imperial sensor-jockey noting his position.

He adjusts his rifle's compensator slightly and tweaks the beam focus, waiting for the optimal moment to present itself. Because it's obviously not right now...

Remembering he still wears the uniform they took from that scout trooper, Treskan tries to keep away from the first wave of Imperial troops, gradually starting to walk with a limp and look a bit dazed, while trying to wrap his mind around the situation he has been put into.

Mona is stationed in a nearby tree scouting (not that she has any real skill at that beyond pointing out the obvious). On the com link Mona helpfully says "Mistress, squaaak, I believe you are about to receive some visitors in white armor and imperial uniforms. Do try to be on your best behavior." (of course the warning comes too late to be very helpful)

Everyone gets a +2 to Hide please roll

Monica, you have choice to be outside the Bunker or inside before the Imperials storm in.

...but she's pulled down by a group of troopers. With a sigh, she raises her hands in surrender.

Unfortunate for Nara Vix but true, she is forcibly taken.

Do the Stormtroopers notice the charge you place?

Perception 3d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) + 2 + 2 = 13

Placing a charge

Wild die 1 you have successfully placed a charge and Nara gets to pick where, within reason.

As the troopers arrive, Varshh takes a moment to scan them for officers, getting a quick idea for how many men there are. He's about to contact the Major when he hears Mona's robotic voice crackle over the commlink. That's good - it saves him having to risk a skilled imperial sensor-jockey noting his position.

He adjusts his rifle's compensator slightly and tweaks the beam focus, waiting for the optimal moment to present itself. Because it's obviously not right now...

Varshh you do your Ubese ancestors credit, you seem to have remained undetected. For now.

Please make a Perception then a Knowledge: Imperial Military. Or in this case just Knowledge if you don't have that specialty.

Remembering he still wears the uniform they took from that scout trooper, Treskan tries to keep away from the first wave of Imperial troops, gradually starting to walk with a limp and look a bit dazed

Keeping your distance without looking like your keeping your distance? Didn't General Solo say that on the Shuttle as your entered the planetary security shield?

Treskan Con roll please, try not to roll a 1 on your Wild die.

6d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 3, 2, 1) + 2 = 20
Too confident that he pulls of the iconic wounded scout trooper, Treskan fails to realize, something is off
'try not to roll a 1 on your wild die'...that is like telling me the odds

Treskan that's still a 14 but you earn a complication ... we will save that for later. I set your target number to 15, we will say you made it, but ROLEPLAY you faux pass.

You were ALMOST detected. Tell us what went wrong!

Also two Stormtroopers are by you just to your left about 3 meters but facing the surrounded Rebels.

Corellians are having a BAD day.

For an isntance, Treskans heart sinks as one of the imperials looks at him a bit too long to be comfortable. Damn those visors...no way to tell if he recognized him...or if Treskan should have recognized him.
Taking another step he realizes tooo late he missed the limp...a rookie error...did he notice?
Trying to save what is left Treskans face melts into a mask of pain...hopefully soon enough - but surely one of those troopers harbors a seed of mistrust, now

they'd have ringside seats to a Death Star blowing up

Manji looking for a big support column to hide behind as suddenly the bunker seemed to pour full of Imperial white.

Manji makes a dash for one of the Bunker's prefabricated columns and ever gracefully runs right into the waiting nozzles of FOUR BlasTech E-11 Blaster Rifles and their accompanying Stormtroopers.

"FREEZE"

And Manji does just that.

What was that about ringside seats?

Manji wasn't at the command base, so didn't get to be around for the 'shot heard round the galaxy'. Hoped to make up for it this time. :)

Manji puts his hands in the air, but slowly, no sudden movements. They didn't shoot right away, so best not to encourage them in that direction if anyone's trigger finger is itchy.

Still, he'd worked on last words. This seemed the right time

"It's going to be futile, in the end. Tyrants don't last forever."

He rolls his eyes, though, as his commlink gives the late warning. Hopefully some people heard it in time.

Nara Vix wrote:

Placing a charge

Wild die 1 you have successfully placed a charge and Nara gets to pick where, within reason.

Nara skillfully and sensibly placed the charge up underneath the command console.

Perception: 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + 1 = 8

Knowledge: 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 5, 3) + 1 = 14

Manji wasn't at the command base, so didn't get to be around for the 'shot heard round the galaxy'. Hoped to make up for it this time.

Righto and understood, was having wee bit of some GM fun with your turn of phrase.

"It's going to be futile, in the end. Tyrants don't last forever."

Brave to be sure, but that also earned you a quick jab in the ribs prodding you forward towards the entry Bunker blast doors.

Nara skillfully and sensibly placed the charge up underneath the command console.

Interesting.

There are several power grids and consoles in the Bunker, you did not get as far as Han's team but in the of course of your initial intrusion let's say you made it to a side passage and that you did put one primed charge where you thought it would at least do the most damage to the over all system. Then you heard the warning over your com.

The charge is on a backup support Command Module you did find before you were caught.

Treskan tries to keep enough distance that he can keep out of the Bunker and regroup with Vash M1-Da5 and possibly Monica

Manji flinches a bit but keeps his hands up as the business end of the blasters herd him towards the bunker doors. He looks around for who's been gathered up - the guards probably are still too focused to be able to try any counterattack.

Perception 8 Knowledge 14

The adrenaline pumping through your system is overwhelming.

You can't seem to focus, you try to count the Imperials in their formation, try to establish enemy Combat Designations, identify their officers, and high value targets.

There's just too many of them.

You mentally swear.

Get it together Lorimar, you urge yourself.

Your three squads are outnumbered by well over 10 to 1, and that's not counting the AT-STs.

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The Imperial are comprised of Army Units and Officers, AT-STs (6), Naval Combat/Security Troops and Technical Units, at least TWO full companies of Stormtroopers, and Biker Scout Support.

You don't have clear numbers or actual troop identification, you know these are better soldiers than the norm though.

Treskan tries to keep enough distance that he can keep out of the Bunker and regroup with Vash M1-Da5 and possibly Monica

Perception first please, and possibly Knowledge

Also there are two Stormtroopers a few meters from you, while they are more concerned about the Rebels being herded into the secure perimeter, please indicate how you would leave your current location.

I am not saying don't go for it, I'm asking you to describe what you do.

Perception:3d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4, 3) + 2 = 12
Knowledge:3d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3) = 6
Obviously, the adrenalin isn't helping me to keep my head clear, either.
I am not leaving my position, yet. When the Stormtroopers move towards the bunker, I intend to stay back, cath my breath, signal them to move ahead, that is the reason I am limping.

ouch those rolls

Maybe roleplay head trauma

Hah! Limping and staggering it is
I already know Paizos diceroller hates me ;-)

Perception 12 Knowledge 6

Treskan you are not entirely sure where M1-Da5 and "Monica" are. You are quite certain you have absolutely NO idea where Vash is.

Hopefully that means the Imperials have not spotted him as well.

As to unit designations, well, the Imps do start to look alike after awhile, I mean all the white and black, and black and white? Where's the color!

As long as they are outside the bunker (and I am pretty sure Vash and M1-Da5 are)when most of the imperials are inside the bunker, I have a chance to regroup with them, provided I manage to stay outside.

Absolutely! (I am keeping tabs, and there are some cues on this thread.)

After all part of the reason I had Vash roll was to see if he was able to keep tabs on you.