Can those checks be done untrained? What about using the Force to help guide?
Unfortunately, not untrained, not without risk to the patient in the stasis chamber.
Ok!
the 1d6 is for burning a force point.
To try and get the Jedi Master off, safely, from the machines.
With the Doctor's help you are able to remove the Jedi from the chamber. She is an older woman and she looks vaguely familiar to Quen, as if he saw her from afar once. Once she is removed, her eyes flutter and open. She looks at you with alarm.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
Master, I am Quen Pah, former padawan to the Jedi Healer and Council Member, Ideiroum Rex. Perhaps you knew Master Rex? You are here on Cato Neimodia, several weeks after the end of the Clone Wars and the purge and destruction of the Jedi Order. he says helping the elderly Master to her feet and making sure she is ok. You reached out to me in the Force last evening as I was meditating and I and my current Master, Ren, have been doing a great deal to rescue you and find you.
Down Below
The woman watches you with troubled eyes. "End of the Clone Wars? Purge and destruction of the Jedi Order?" She sways slightly and raises her hand to her head as appears ready to faint. "This... Your words ring true in the Force, so I must accept them, but they bring me no comfort, young Padawan. I am Master Denia. I was injured during a battle on Cato Neimoidia. I remember being placed in stasis for my wounds. And I remember... voices in the Force. I must have been trapped in my head as I lay in that contraption." When she mentions the date of the battle, you blink: it was over two years ago.
In Darga's Throne Room
Darga has declared a feast in Mahath and Chel's honor, when his major domo, the Neimoidean Igren Demos, bows his way in. "Illustrious Darga, I tried to have them wait..." He does not finish as two men accompanied by a woman in plain clothes, but all with a military bearing sweep into the throne room. The woman calls out to Darga. "Lord Hutt, I am Victra Sinde. I have come to discuss an increase in our business."
Six-Six translates. "Of course, it is always a pleasure to meet with my Imperial allies. What I can do for you?"
Sinde nods. "The refined Tibanna gas you have been shipping us is of great use, but my superiors wish to increase the amount of gas required by 100%, with a corresponding increase in payment of 80%. The payment is more than fair, since you will be profiting even more for a small amount of additional work. In addition, we will increase our payments by a further 20% if you agree to accept increased shipments of 'biological resources'. Lastly, in recognition of your importance to our work, my superiors have authorized me to provide a battalion of stormtroopers to provide added security for you as well as a squadron of starfighters to escort you anywhere you wish to travel. The Empire is quite committed to this project, Lord Hutt. Quite committed. What say you?"
The Hutt waves his hands and smiles. "I would like a moment to discuss this new opportunity with my advisors. If you would wait in the antechamber?" Sinde nods and she leaves, flanked by the two men.
The Hutt turns to Mahath and Chel. "What do you think of this 'deal' they offer?"
"Well , Darga. It would seem a good deal on the face of it, but those troops and fighters are as much to keep a thumb on you than to safe guard their...project. What did she call it?"
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The Hutt waves a hand. "They call it the Sarlacc Project. No idea why. Never could abide Sarlaccs. Messy things."
Much has happened in the past two years, Master. There is a Neimodian here that is deep in the coils of the darkside. We probably need to get out of here thought Master. Can you feel your lightsaber any where close? There is another Padawan here above us and another user of the Force, a Jensaari. This is Ren as he points to the Doc. Though not trained in the Force he helped to protect me when the Clone Troopers turned on me and Master Rex. says the padawan as he looks around.
Denia blinks, takes a step and nearly collapses. She groans with the exertion. "I cannot, Padawan. I am... I believe my injuries are internal and they have not been healed. I am grateful to you both, but we must speak more when I am better. If the Council is gone, do any of the Jedi yet live?"
Master, many jedi and padawans were killed by the Clone Troopers who turned on us. This happened to me and Master Rex. He held them off and hid me before he disappeared in the Force. He was reported dead but I am not sure about that. I think that we are a unique group in that we have 3 Force users with us. Perhaps I can see to your wounds? he says as he reaches out to touch her and begins to concentrate feeling the Force ebb and flow around and through him.
Use the Force to Heal her.
DC 25: The target heals hit points equal to 4 x its character level.
Each time you use vital transfer, you take half as much damage as you heal
(rounded down). You may choose to heal less than the result of your Use the
Force check allows. You may not heal yourself with this power.
So she will heal 12 hps.
Perception
Tibanna. Sarlacc. Mahath notes the names to run past the good doctor when they are back together again.
The padawan will reach out to Hahath telepathically.
Come. a Master. Found
Denia looks less haggard, but her wounds are extensive and even the Force sometimes needs a helping hand. She is able to stand, with help, but she is not moving fast. "I see. Thank you, young one, for the healing. I pray you, do not overtax yourself. I will live beyond this day, I assure you. Do you have a means to leave this place?"
The Hutt nods as he considers your counsel. "Very well, Send them in." The Imperials arrive in a moment and the woman looks expectant.
"I see the wisdom of your offer, Agent Sinde. I would be happy to offer the Empire an increased production deal, with all associated... honors. Please allow me to contact my agents in the government and make the arrangements." The Hutt waves his fat arms graciously.
Sinde nods, smiling. "I will convey your approval to my superiors. Good day, Master Darga." She leaves, her companions falling in at her heels.
Darga waits a moment before clapping his hands, summoning the officious Igren Demos, who is there immediately. He says something in Huttese, then his throne rises and begins to float toward an exit.
Six-Six turns away to you. "Master Darga wishes me to thank you for your counsel and advise you that your feast will be postponed until tomorrow. In the meantime, please return to your rooms and food will be brought to you shortly."
I believe that something can be arranged, Master Denia. he replies.
Chel waves Six-Six away then turns to Mahath, and says softly "Damn, wanted to find out more abou the project....what is this 'biological resources' the imperial's talking about?"
Perception
As they go back to the rooms, Mahath stops as something dawns on him. He whispers to Chel as he starts moving again "Sinde back there. Was that Alysa? From the S-," he catches himself, even though he is whispering, then finishes "from the benefactor's base?"
Master, as we wait for transport or to see our next course of action, would you like to rest up in my room? It might be dangerous but I will need to hide the hole that I cut with my lightsaber in order to come down.
Denia nods. "Indeed. I suspect sitting down might be a better option for me than leaning." She says with a wry smile.
From above there comes a sound of motors and closing doors: it sounds like the blast doors are closing in the palace.
As you begin to head back to your rooms, suddenly blast doors begin to close around you! Your way back to the guest quarters are clear, but systematically the palace seems to be going on lockdown.
"Yes, I noticed her the second time.... I wonder is she playing both sides, working for our benefactor or an actual Imperial? I'd like to have a chat with her..." Chel stops as the blast doors begin to close.
"Quick, let's get back to our rooms!" he says, running through a closing door.
It is a mad sprint to rejoin the others in our rooms. If necessary, Mahath with Surge, but not if it means leaving Chel behind.
You arrive in the rooms to find a hole cut in the floor, and Quen and the Doctor helping an older white-haired woman in Jedi robes through it. She is pale and obviously not in healthy shape, and audibly sighs when she sinks onto the bed.
Mahath takes in the scene in the room: the hole and the new guest.
He remarks "Unexpected, but not surprising. It would seem we have experiences to relay to each other from our respective absences."
Master Denia meet Hahath, a fellow padawan and Chel, a Jensaari. Hahath and Chel, this is Jedi Master Denia says Quen as he introduces the group.
"Master? As in Jedi Master? An honor, Denia." Chel says, sketching a bow to the older lady, "Darga's full of surprises."
Denia smiles and nods. "Darga, you say? Is that who I owe my stay to? I simply must compliment him on his accommodations."
One of the blast doors suddenly releases and opens, and Six-Six enters. "Pardon my intrusion, but you might want to hear this." He suddenly makes a screechy noise and then plays a holo-feed of the throne room, already in progress.
You see Darga’s Neimoidian majordomo bowing deeply before the holographic image of a tall man dressed in dark robes with a lightsaber hanging at his belt. “The Hutt has fled aboard his personal yacht,” Demos says respectfully.
“I am on my way now, with the Assiduous,” the hologram of the handsome man says. “Pray that you have not summoned the Empire on a fool’s errand, for the Inquisitorius is not gentle with those who deal with Jedi.” The hologram fades, and the Neimoidian straightens slowly, looking pale.
The feed fades. Six-Six makes a noise that sounds impatient. "I believe you may have been betrayed."
I believe that we should leave post-haste. What are Inquisitors and why does he have a lightsaber? Is he a fallen Jedi? he says as he tries to help the Master to her feet.
Six-Six chirps. "Master Switch's sources indicate that the Inquisition was formed immediately followed Order 66. It is led by a figure known as Lord Vader. No reliable images exist."
Lord Vader? Who is Lord Vader, 66? Master do you need your lightsaber before we go? asks the padawan.
"Vader is who we ran from on Adleraan, remember Quen?" Chel says laconically, then turns to Six-Six, "How long until Vader's lackey gets here? Are there any available space worthy ships for us to use ? "
He turns to Denia, "Are you coming with us?" he asks.
Before the Master can reply, Of course, Master Denia will be coming with us, the Force has deemed it.
Mahath listens, and nods in agreement with Quen.
Young Quen seems strongly in tune with the light side of the Force; no reason to doubt him here.
Six-Six chirps again. "I believe the ship you arrived on is still on-planet. Shall I take the liberty of contacting them and asking them to prep for a quick exit?"
Denia shakes her head. "I've no idea what became of my lightsaber, but lightsabers can be replaced. I do not believe it is a good idea to remain here much longer. This 'Inquisitor'... I do not believe we should want to encounter him."
Chel nods at the droid, "yeah, get our ship ready!" he's about to turn and address Denia, then turns back to the droid.
"Project Sarlacc...we need all the information you have on it." he says, then turns back to Denia, "Not only him, but a capital ship full of imperials!"
The Force will guide us. It has not let us down yet.
Six-Six squawks. "Notifying ship of imminent take off. Alas, I have information on Darga's expenditures and revenues but no information on Project Sarlacc."
Suddenly there is a voice from the entry. "I am afraid none of you will be leaving here. I had to make... promises to the Inquisitor to ensure my own safety and I do not think he would be very happy with me if I was to let the Jedi leave. Or indeed, any of you. Apologies, Doctor, but our arrangement must change due to my former employer's actions. But there is new management. And you are a bit of old business that must be... erased." Igren Demos, the major domo stands in the doorway. He stands with four Gamorreans holding vibro-axes as well as a Trandoshan with a blaster rifle cradled lovingly in his arms.
"Stun the Jedi. Kill the remainders."
Initiative!
Round 1:
25 Foes
23 Quen
17 Doc
15 Chel
10 Mahath
The Trandoshan flings a grenade at you! , dealing stun damage! The Gamorreans move up to melee, raising their axes to strike!
The padawan will call upon the Force and will Force Slam their opponents focusing on the Neiodomian.
Use the Force Check
Damage
Burning a Force point to add an additional 2d6
Total damage would be 22.
half damage if I miss. If I hit them they are knocked prone.
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Ren stood by as the rest of the group spoke among one another and plotted what their next move was. With three voices all trying to speak at one, he opted to stay in the background for the moment. He did make sure both of his pistols were clear of their holsters, just in case they had to fight their way out. He was rather pleased with himself that he managed to find a good chunk of data on the Sarlacc project when himself and Quen were scanning Darga's base, stumbling upon Lady Denia.
With his gear double checked and seeing that they were indeed leaving ASAP, he got up off the wall and helped Lady Denia to her feet, saying, "I need the three of you to make sure you're ready to fight at a moment's notice. I'll make sure Lady Denia is kept on her feet and moving while we head out. You lot are more useful with Lightsabers ready than I am with a gun, after all."
No sooner had he spoken than the force he was anticipating they'd run into later rather than sooner arrived. He moved himself in front of Lady Denia, taking the brunt of the stun grenade. He looked badly dazed but was still on his feet, opting to keep his blaster hidden for the moment.
Chel frowns at being called a 'remainder',then pull hard upon his connection to the Force....
... but the flash from the stun grenade proved to distracting for him to focus his will.
Trying to refocus his vision and attention after the stun grenade, Mahath slowly reaches around to the small of his back and says "Stun the Jedi?" Then as his lightsaber emerges from its concealment and hums to life, he finishes "Which one? You'll have to be more specific."
In a rush he closes with the Gammoreans, keeping himself imposed between the axe wielders and Doc/Denia.
Move action to ready lightsaber, standard action to fight defensively, +5 dodge bonus to Reflex until his next turn.
Demos' eyes go wide as Mahath snaps his lightsaber out. The Gamorreans look at each other with piggy expressions of shock, then Quen's Force-full blasts sends them all flying backwards to land in heaps at Demos' feet. Demos' Trandoshan bodyguard smiles his reptilian grin and raises his blaster rifle!
His shot goes slightly wide. He snarls and re-sights.
The padawan will look at the Trandoshan and will mind trick him. The Neimodian is a Jedi and has a bounty on his head, 50,000 credits, brought in dead or alive.
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(Welp, Ren's gonna do what he does best. Talking.)
Shaking off the white haze from the stun grenade, Ren stands behind his Jedi allies and barks at Demos' cronies, "Look at the man you call your leader, Igren Demos! Little more than a power-hungry traitor to anyone who does not suit his needs. What d'you think will happen to you, those who fight and die for him, if you continue to serve him? He will toss you aside like the trash he thinks you are! End him, before he simply kills you all when your purpose is served! As he did with me!"
Deception: