"Oh, I wouldn't say I'm inclined to follow in the beast-rider mode. I'm not really animal-friendly. The beast riders historically lived outside the walls of the city, in the savage wilds, and to me, that lacks the appeal of... say... all of the comforts of civilization," says the noble with a chuckle.
"As far as morale... well, the Empire tries to sell its influence positively as a material benefit: they bring order, they insure a secure society. That's a lie, of course; they disrupt the existing order and then apply a top-down hierarchy that imposes a stratification of power that puts locals at the bottom of their so-called 'new order'. Like all such regimes, they infiltrate local groups by making promises to turncoats about having a position of authority, preying upon divisions and inequities, and making false promises that they have no intention of keeping, in order to garner support until they can clamp down their vise entirely. In places with limited physical resistance they may just impose a show of force. So not only does the Empire impose problems on the material conditions of survival for its subjects—through resource extraction, graft, and wealth inequality—it also generates massive negative sentiment through its arbitrary, discriminatory, and oppressive policies. Any sort of organized rebellion relies on that sentiment as a primary driver of fomenting resistance, by convincing people that the status quo is so unjust that it must be resisted, or that their existing circumstances are so bad that there is no alternative because they have nothing to lose. That's where morale comes in: Fomenting a rebellion relies on turning low morale—the sense of hopelessness and suppression—into motivation, as a way to energize people into organized acts of resistance. The trick is in the organized part, getting people to agree on their efforts and their wedge and getting them all moving in the same direction."
"I can see why the Empire would use mind-altering drugs and technologies on the troops. Can't have them asking any questions about their orders to fire on civilians or blow up cities from orbit. Just one technician in the wrong place can sabotage a lot of effort. Essentially the Empire is trying to get the best of both war droids and clones: Fast-growing, replaceable human troops with some level of improvisational and adaptive ability, but total adherence to following orders and assured loyalty."
Ardan hesitates a moment, then settles on bunkering his forces on the left side of the board, letting the foreordained game play out to its conclusing while trying to concentrate on controlling at least a small piece of it.
Not much can be done in the short amount of time that you were n the planet.
"Ah you currently believe you are animal unfriendly but what if within you there was that spark, that could be developed into a beast rider. Would you pursue it? Does the fascination of beast riding, hold a strong enough appeal that you might consider leaving what you know for what you do not know. That in and of itself can be a thrilling journey. The question really boils down to, is do you feel that you might have that connection to those mystical elements that would allow you to be a true beast-rider? As all the rest is meaningless baubles. If you can tap into the true you, the exhiliration and completeness far out weighs the luxuries you might be forgoing."
As she talks she continues to move her pieces, boxing him in tighter and tighter and picking of one piece after another. It was a losing battle for sure, but he was not falling quickly, perhaps because she was still trying to teach him to use his pieces more effectively. She was not in a competitive mode where destroying the opponent was the most important focus. Nay, she was in a teaching mode, to try to help her opponent learn as much as possible with each and ever move made. She was also trying to distract him enough, for him to divulge secrets about himself without fully realizing he had done so. Thus, was the teaching of her race, where gathering information held a high priority. This priority of gathering information being only second to how the Bothans went about it and she had training within their network principles as well.
Ardan shakes his head. "It is neither within my circle of talents nor of particular interest to me," he replies. He furrows his brow in some concentration as his remaining forces are encircled and picked off in the Tri-Dejarik game, though he knows that he's about to lose.
"You seem quite insistent upon this point. Is there some reason that you believe I am more suited to this bit of historical legend?"
"Well I find that those that consider things interesting or potentially exhilarting have within them the spark necessary to purse those nebulous callings. However, many of them never realize these dreams because they choose to hold themselves back, rather than pursue these intuitional feelings. Further from what I understand, the Force is all about feelings and desires, if one feels and desires strong enough, either it be for good or evil they can tap into the Force and make manifest these dreams and desires. So I guess, I am just trying to ascertain and or encourage you to follow you internal callings. Rather than discount them as metaphysical esoteric concepts outside your pervue. To have pursued a dream and fallen short, is far better than not having pursued the dream at all."
The damage is to the hull from the poor asteroid minding its business and getting struck. but I need a firm answer.
Dreams continues to practice getting zapped by the training remote.
Waylon says, "I was forced to use it some since Order 66. But I have tried to keep it as a last resort. Especially since it seems like it gives away my position to the Empire."
No, telling me that it depends on x and y and z is not a firm answer.
I do not think that the Banshee has anything that can allow a droid to exit a ship in hyperspace.
Sorry man, none of the books I have show any rules for fixing ship hit points. Absent that, I think we need a shipyard and money.
You do have Daddy Deeppockets...
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Thank you, I saw that.
"We can't very well do hull repairs while in hyperspace, so we're just going to have to wait until we arrive at our destination and then see about buying the parts to fix the ship."
"I can help you with that, as that is how I made Artee and my workship that passed away."
She breifly pauses and then sounds reminiscent, "My workship she was an old cutlass starfighter, that I converted into a traveling workshop which is why I called it a workship. She was a bit tempermental at times but for the most part she was solid. However, I too encountered those asteroids but she did not fair as well, and while we were able to successfully crash land on that planet, Artee and I were the only two of the three of us that successfully walked away. One might say, she gave her life to save mine and Artee's. She was noble like that. Sadly I had to sell her remains for scrap. I still miss her though, and probably always will."
She again breifly pauses. Then as if pulling herself together, she breathes in deeply, sits up straighter and continues, "As such I can not just help fix this ship, I could augment her. For instance, we could install docking clamps and either get an old starfighter and fix her up or if your pockets are deep enough buy a brand new one straight off the assembly line. Then you could put your pilot to a real test, and I could pilot this pretty lady for you, when he is not."
She ends her dialogue with a questioning look at Ardan, but with a slight sparkle in her eyes that might suggest she was excited about the prospect she had just presented to him.
Ardan says, "This ship, the Banshee, is a Baudo-class star yacht, so customization is expected; every Baudo is custom-designed anyway. Frankly we should probably have better shields and guns if we ever plan to take her into combat. I'm not sure if she could support a starfighter launch."
So it has been like 21 days since Donavaan was taken, correcct?
I will move us on tomorrow so do what you want to do now to prepare.
That is what I thought.
Pay no attention to this image :)
Phineas will make sure all weapons are charged and in well functioning order as the trip comes to an end. This is it, the beginning of the end. May my last days be filled with the downfall of my enemy and the rise of their foes.
After 11 days spent in hyperspace the Banshee emerges from hyperspace at its planetary destination.
There was not much to repair inside the ship since the asteroid hit the hull. The Jedi trained while I the clone was working on acclimating to the ship, I think Prox and the noble played games. I don;t recall Prox stating that she wanted to get to be familiar with the ship. If I am wrong on this, please let me know.
Chalkou was checking out the ship. Especially weapons and defensive systems.
"All hands, dropping out of hyper in three, two one..." Called out Kol to the rest of the crew.
The streaks of light resolved themselves down again to the stars of normal space as the whine of the hyperdrive snapped and lowered in pitch as it unspooled.
"And thar she blows! Morasil V; Almas, dead ahead. Kind of a beige cueball looking planet under a double sun.
"OK, I dropped us far enough out to be somewhat discreet. Any activity on sensors? Any peculiar communication signals or engine flares?" He asked the rest of the crew.
Waylon focuses on the force to see if he can sense the kidnappers on the planet.
Worried about the affect of the last time he fully opened himself up, he nervously tries again.
Phineas puts his newfound skills to use checking the sensors on the Banshee as per Kol's instructions.
Use Computers Sensors -
Use Computers Communication Signals -
Use Computers Engine Flares -
All of the schematics of the ship are on the campaign webpage. I do not believe that the ship was been modified by any of the crew, past or current,
Waylon focuses on the force to see if he can sense the kidnappers on the planet.
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Is this when you arrive at the planet?
Piston is able to hear some chatter between at least 2 different sources but his scan did not detect anything...
The full members of the Jedi Order kind of keep to themselves.
"There's some chatter Sir, but I can't quite lock it down.
Nothing else amiss on the sensors".
Worried about the affect of the last time he fully opened himself up, he nervously tries again.
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I am not sure what youbare trying to do here?
You were not able to locate anyone, your fear of the Force keeps you from doing so.
"Let's see about getting docking permission and a slip where we can do repairs," says Ardan. "Keep it low key while we start our investigation."
Kol goes back to Master Rex.
"Hey yer Highness; no ship traffic in sight, but some radio signals.
You want us to land anyplace in particular?" He asked.