Star Wars Saga: Dawn of Defiance (Inactive)

Game Master James Martin

Maya Droosk, it might be wise for all of us to get off of this station. Defying the "lawful" order and jurisdiction of the Empire has probably added much to wrongs committed, either real or imagined..

"Also it could be that the empire will make an exemple of this place if we stay here for too long" his blaster is holstered now again while he looks around the room.
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"You've done something to incur the wrath of the Empire; that alone is reason enough for me to aid you however I can." Words that could get him 'disappeared' anywhere else seem comfortable and welcome in this tiny room.

Thankfully, Ren didn't have to draw as the group split up. He wanted to be seen as a doctor first and a merc second. Once him and Quen were inside the saferoom, they went to work healing the woman.

It was when the other group came across this place that she revealed who she was and why she had been attacked. Ren had his suspicions when he noticed the various outfits, but felt she had earned some trust from him for showing them this hideout.

Once more his mind starting to whir, weighing his options and what this could mean for himself and Quen. He knew about Quen's Force connection and what he had felt. He would want to find other Jedi, no doubt. And Ren himself just wanted to be out of the underworld of this place, and away from Juta Hutt. He finally voiced his opinion, "I say we help her. Our hooded friend" He'll motion to Mahath. "has a valid point. We just may need a way to leave the station after what we pulled." He looks to Maya. "You say this fence was called Switch? As much as I don't like to admit it, I have an ear for the seedier goings-on here on the station. It might be best if I go alone to talk to this fence, or try to pass the rest of you off as paid protection courtesy of Juta the Hutt."

Maya frowns. "Rumors of dissent among those in the Empire. Rumors that lead me to believe that there are some who are not pleased that the Republic is gone."

Speaking again, Quen replies to Ren Master, going in pairs might be the more prudent course of action, if not more. No one gets left behind. No one. he says as he looks around to and at the group.

Aside from the monitor showing the view outside the door, there is also a data terminal here that Maya assures you is safe.

GM, how far is it to where we would meet Switch? Is it close enough that we can slip there quickly, or are we going to have to pass through much of the station?

"As long as we think it is safe to leave Maya alone here, I think we should all go to this meeting. I think the seedier elements of this place have most security cameras disabled, so we probably only have to concern ourselves with patrols. If one of us walks a dozen meters or so ahead of the rest, they can give us a sign if they spot a patrol coming at intersections. That will give us time to evade them."

"And I would consider myself to be there as part of a show of strength and in case of trouble. I would be glad to let our esteemed physician handle the discussions."

Chel enjoyed himself immensely as they led the hapless troopers on a merry chase through the stations back alleys. Still, he was glad when they finally arrived at the hideout and didn't find a platoon of troopers waiting within.

He leans against the wall as the woman is tended to and then listens intently as she explains herself.

Allowing the others to comment, he adds "After helping a fugitive from Imperial justice, getting off of this station is an attractive option." looking at Mahath , then Quen "If we keep to the dark ways, where the Imperials rarely enter, we should be safe."

He then looks at Maya, his gaze intense "Now then, what's the nature of this cargo we'll all be sticking our necks out for?"

His head was beginning to hurt. There were too many voices and too many opinions. Some agreeing. He had not seen this much action since he was in the medic areas of the Clone Wars. He did not want to loose anyone and did not want anyone to be left behind. Sure, Ren's advice and opinion was valid, at least to the mind of a 17 year old. But was it wise? What would Master Iediorum say? He walked over to a corner of the room and sat down. He began to meditate and think about the first time that Master Rex had begun his training. Trust your feelings, Quen Master Rex had told him. He began to think about all of the good times he had had with Master Rex, oh how he missed him and his wisdom.

As he thought about his old life he began to concentrate and draw the Force to him. The Force came, like an old friend and he searched his feelings in the Force.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Search Feelings to see which course of action would be best.

The Force did not come to him as it had before Order 66. His head pounding again, he closed his eyes and attempted to just listen to what was going on in the room.

Ren knew that look that Quen had. One that signaled he was trying to tap into something more than just his mind whenever he needed clarity or focus. It looked like it didn't come to him. Grimacing some, he added, as he motioned to Chel, "I'll second that question. Before we discuss how we're going to meet Switch, we should know exactly what we're asking him about in the first place. So we can plan a little smarter."

does anyone have use computer? That might help since we have the computer there?

Daedron nods and also looks at their 'host' "Also it would be good to be exactly sure how this Switch looks like and how to know him apart from someone saying he is switch without being so.......in addition to knowing what it is we are doing thus what this cargo entails......I have seen too much of someone saying what he does is for the greater good with those who don't know what he really is after following him like puppets when he only wants to achieve power and destroy all that was" he thought back about a few close runs where he and his master had gotten lied to and would have died if his master had not trusted in the force and also about how this machination named the empire came to be....with a shout of joy out of all things according to what was shown in the holos about that fateful senate debate.

meant Vagrux not Daedron

(As it so happens, the good Doctor does have Use Computer trained!)

"Switch does business out of an Imperial cargo bay. Which means it's off limits to non-Imperials. He won't be hard to spot." Maya smiles as she says this. "I'm not certain what the cargo is, actually. I only know it's vital that I obtain it and deliver it to my superiors."

Anyone perusing the data net can discover what Maya says is true; the cargo bay is two levels below you and is off limits to non-Imperial personnel.

Opening his eyes with a start, the young padawan walks to the Dr and asks, as he pulls a cookie out of his satchel which be begins to nibble, thinking it might help his headache, Master, if we are going to be making a hasty exit from the station should we not go back to the clinic for our more expensive equipment?

At the mention of an Imperial cargo bay, Ren turned to the computer in the room and started searching for the bay in question. Sure enough, it was as Maya had said; Non-Imperials were prohibited as shown by the guards standing outside the bay itself, checking anyone that came up to them.

He sighed loudly at Quen's observation, hating the fact he was right. Tapping his chin, he replied, "Let's see if we can use this computer to tap into the cameras in the office. Maybe we can see if it's been kicked over by now or not so we aren't walking into a trap."

Handing Ren the last of the cookies from the satchel, That might be a good idea. You are getting grumpy Master, a little sugar might help both your sugar levels and your temperment he says with a smile.

He looks up from the terminal he was working on and gave Quen an empty stare. Still trying to remind himself that, while the Jedi could heal wounds he couldn't, he didn't have the intimate knowledge of a healthy body like he did. "Later, Quen. What I could right now is a neural booster. Would at least help me think a little faster and clearer while we're getting chased by, y'know, the Empire."

Not the first time and most definetley not the last Master. he sighs.

"i'd be surprised your lab wasn't a smoking ruin buy now, the way these Imperials operate. " Chel says, not unsympathetically "Now's to decide who's going to impersonate Imperials to get to Switch. Maya, do you have anything that may be of use....I see you have some uniforms, but they don't look to be my size."

Due to their racial prejudice it might be easier for humans to impersonate the Imps than those who are not.

"I would be willing to garb myself as an Imperial if it would help."

Mahath regards the others for a moment before adding "In all of the chaos, I don't think we necessary made polite introductions. I am Mahath Kishion, originally from Coruscant, though I haven't been there for many years. I am a warrior of modest skill, and I have no love for the Empire. They killed a dear mentor of mine, a man who was as much a father as I've ever known. And for that reason, I am honored to be of service."

Chel nods to Mahath, then to the others "Chel Nasko. " he doesn't offer anything else except "I've no love for the Imperials, they don't seem to be the most tolerant of peoples, shooting and burning as they are wont to do."

He shares a wink with Jex, then looks back to Maya , waiting for how she can help them get into the Imperial area.

Ren's computer search taps him into the station's network of security cams and bots. He discovers that the clinic, while looking slightly askew, is not trashed. However, he does note the shady looking plainsclothes Imperials are outside, doing their best to watch the clinic while looking like they're not watching the clinic. If they're going into the clinic, it won't be via the front door.

Maya's voice begins to sound faraway as the meds she's taken start to kick in. "Two doors down, there's a storage room with Imperial crew uniforms waiting to be laundered. It's locked, but if you can get in, you can get disguises..." At the last word she falls asleep, her breathing becoming heavy and regular.

"Jex Savvo." The deep-voiced man recanted as his show of pleasantries. " It's good to see there are so many with their eyes open." He nodded affirmatively and gave Chel a little smirk in return.

He studies the displays as Ren calls upon the security footage with a keen eye, and a gloved hand rubbing the stubble on his chin. He raises a brow as Maya succumbs to her meds and takes a look around the room. " It seems that's our best bet then. Doc, Perhaps we can also find a back door so to speak? Ventilation Ducts? Maintenance Tunnels? We've got a sizable group, that might be best served with half of us in disguises and the other half in wait by the back door for when things inevitably turn sour."

How many imps are there that can be seen?

Only the two plainclothes Imperials. No white shells to be seen.

Torn between helping the lady and get the cargo and in getting their stuff back from the clinic the young padawan will call upon the Force to see which is more pressing.

Use the Force to trust feelings 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

I think that does it.
Search Your Feelings: As a full-round action, you can make a DC 15 Use the Force check to determine whether a particular action will yield favorable or unfavorable results to you in the immediate future (10 minutes or less). For example, you can make the check to determine whether destroying a dark side artifact will have immediate unforeseen repercussions. The answer does not take into account the long-term consequences of a contemplated action. Using the above example, a successful check would not portend a future encounter with vengeful darksiders angered by the destruction of the dark side artifact. (The GM must assess the immediate consequences of the action, based on what he knows about the circumstances.)

He will then use his farseeing power to see if he can detect his former Master.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Far seeing cannot reuse for 24 hours, can get a sense of target, whether the target is alive or dead and gain a vague sense of its immediate surroundings, what it's currently doing, and any strong emotions it is presently feeling

"I've worked with questionable individuals long enough to have an escape plan or two on hand at all times. With my clinic, my vents are not big enough to allow humanoids through, same with maintennece tunnels." He leans up from the console and runs a hand through his hair, already having ideas on getting in long enough to grab his gear and get out.

Seeing introductions made, he added himself to the list. "Doctor Ren. PhD in Natural Science and Bio-Engineering. Quen has been my assistant for a number of years. And once we have my medical gear, we can secure this cargo and leave the station. Without it, I'm afraid I won't be of much help."

"Vagrux Kro. The idea with teh ventilation ducts sounds good. It is best to also enter unseen from the imperials eyes else they send reinforcements if too many of us appear at once"

Since you have access to the station's schematics through the good Doctor's computer use, you may make a Perception check to find alternate routes to the Clinic.

Coming to himself when he hears his name mentioned and waves to the new people. Master, may I have a word with you in private? as he lets Ren in on what his force feeling told him. He seems much happier than he has in a long long time.

He hears Quen ask for him, and takes a moment to show the various feeds around the station to the rest of their group, to see if they can determine a back route that would be safest for them to take. Looking up from the terminal and moving to a corner of the room, he folds his arms and asks, "What is it Quen? I saw you go into your strange trance. Did you find something?"

That I did Master. There were two things. The first, is that I finally after all this time felt Master Iediorum. He is out there somewhere but in trouble and is hiding. I am not sure I will feel him again. Secondly, I think that we need to help this lady. What we are about to do will impact our future and the rest of the galaxy as well. The Force has brought us together is leading us

So, what's it to be? To the clinic? To the meeting with Switch? To the Imperial laundry storage room?

Do they have to be done at more or less the same time or can we send some to the clinic and others to the closet and meet up and go to the Switch?

It's up to you! Although the meeting with Switch is plot-critical... :-)

"If the laundry is close to their barracks, it may not be worth the extra risk. If going to the clinic will better enable you to carry out the meeting with Switch, then we can go there en route. Otherwise, let's go see what Switch has for Maya."

Since I know what he needs better than anyone here and I am still a teen, perhaps I can hide in the trashcan and get what is needed?

" I imagine we might need the good doctor's skills to get into the storage room, which is a couple doors down. Do you think you could get it open from this station?" He asks, motioning towards the computer.

OOC: Indeed so let's decide and get moving. I'm for acquiring the disguises, Though I'm not sure how skilled any of us will be in selling the act. Certainly, we'll all want to collect any supplies we have stashed or will have to stash before we leave the station if possible. Thoughts? Opinions? If there's a lot of chatter about it we can move it to the discussion thread.

The Doctor had that look of concentration again. His eyes staring somewhat at the floor, considering their options and trying to think things through as far as he could within reason. His thinking caused him to start pacing back and forth slowly, gesturing to himself and seemingly walking himself through rooms and scenarios he was building in his mind while the rest of the group spoke.

Finally, he gave his thoughts. "I can try and get the door open from here. If not, I think I can pick the lock manually if needed. Those guises might be useful on another Imperial-controlled planet, should we land there. Quen, as much as I jate the idea, you would be the best bet to retrieving my medical bags. You know exactly where they are, so you can get in and out the quickest. If things go bad, get out as fast as you can and try to reach me through a comm-link."

He produces a tiny communicator from the watch on his wrist and places it in his ear. "I'm planning on staying here in case my remote attempts at breaking the security lock fails."

With a smile, the young padawan looks at his master, It will be easier for one to sneak in and thus preserve lives and energy. I won't be caught, Master he says as he goes off to find the droid to hide in.

Everyone save Quen: While Ren remains behind, the rest of you head toward the Imperial laundry storage room. You have a few near misses as Imperial personnel move down the corridors and you're forced to duck into hallways to avoid them, but you find yourself outside the room just as the disembodied voice of Doctor Ren tells you that he's cracked the doors. There is a beep, then the door opens to reveal a small rectangular storage room with rolling laundry carts along one side of the room and stacks of clean and pressed uniforms along the other side. A single laundry droid comprised of several basic hand-appendages and sporting a large cylindrical body is feeding dirty clothes into itself and simultaneously removing and folding four pairs of shirts with its many appendages. It begins to beep in an annoyed tone.

Perception to listen
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

He will get in the droid and hide, being quiet and listen carefully.

Ren makes a couple notes on a data pad he keeps on his person concerning where Switch operates out of and the kind of muscle he has keeping riff raff out and Switch himself largely unharmed. As well as downloading the months of finacial transactions to this Imperial official, planning on doing some more digging in case they need a trump card to play. He kept an eye on any security feeds he could break into as well, feeding info to the rest of the group to keep them largely out of sight of Imperial patrols.