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I don't really know the system well enough to GM a game yet. I'm also sort of on a break from running games and wouldn't want to come back in to something big and intensive.

I'm definitely still interested and really want to see if this character is as fun to play as I hope. Considering Rhal hasn't posted since he mentioned his screwed up computer, I'm willing to think it's still hardware issues. If he stays gone for a while longer, I would also be open to trying to keep going with a new GM.

Glad that nothing happened to you.

"Acknowledged. Engaging." BX whips his rifle over his shoulder and rounds the corner, opening fire on the creature.

Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Damage: 3d8 + 7 ⇒ (7, 6, 8) + 7 = 28

Luke's lost limbs before and lived through it. He'll be fine. As long as we get in there and kick that thing's ass before he gets more hurt.

It's alright. Get some rest and feel better in the morning.

"Acknowledged," BX replies quietly, shifting to the back of the group. "I will watch our rear for any potential new arrivals. Hopefully the atmospheric conditions will prevent such a scenario, but caution is preferable to ambush."

That sounds completely reasonable. BX would like to take the rear, since his sensor suit makes it easy for him to watch our backs.

"Roger, roger." He releases his grip on the weapon. "Then let us attempt... diplomacy." A rattling mechanical sigh echoes from his vocabulator. "After you, commander jedi."

Thankfully, none of us actually know that in-character. Though you can probably tell Luke some interesting stories about his dad, considering Anakin's reputation during the Clone Wars.

BX shakes a little snow off of his shoulders. He activates his night vision systems, his vision flickering from color to a greenish hue as it goes into infrared mode. "I concur with this assessment. I cannot see them from here." He reaches back and grips his blaster rifle. "Should we be prepared for hostilities? Or should we proceed peacefully?"

That was my thought too, but I thought it was too obvious to be the case...

Let's try not to kill the kid who blew up the Death Star.

"Then I suggest you finish salvage operations quickly and we proceed to the cave before the wind and cold begin to have a negative effect on our physical well being. We can discuss the illogical nature of our current physical condition and the reasons behind our mysterious survival when we are not in immediate danger of more harm." He trudges back to the crashed ship. "I can guide us to the cave easily, despite the atmospheric conditions. Follow me."

Not wanting to abandon his post, BX simply engages his commlink. "Jedi, spy, clones. I have detected a cave approximately 300 yards to the northeast. It may provide shelter against the cold and give us somewhere to get our bearings while we make a plan."

"I should be able to last at least a few hours in extreme temperatures. My circuits will not freeze that easily. I will be on the perimeter watching for anyone approaching. If we are fortunate, they will not be hostile." He pulls his cloak around himself and climbs out of the ship into the snow. His cloak flickers and shifts white as it adjusts to the snowy terrain and he trudges a few steps through the snow. "I am extremely glad that I cannot feel discomfort from cold and wet in the same way that organics do." He looks around to find somewhere he can keep watch on the nearby area while the group salvages their wrecked transport.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

"The systems in the transport are too heavily damaged to be repaired. We might be able to salvage a few parts if given time, but I do not believe there is enough intact to be worth the effort." He steps back, looking at the bodies lying around them. "But if there is a speeder nearby, then logically there must be other lifeforms. Our most effective option may be to attempt to make contact. They will likely possess a way off of this planet that can be of use to us. Though we may have to barter passage with whatever we can salvage from the wreck."

"I am reasonably capable in the use of most military technology. But there is only so much that I can do." BX-F1 walks over to examine the shipboard computer to see if any of the systems on the craft still function enough for him to use, but he's doubtful.

Mechanics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Use Computer: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Not really sure what I need to roll so I figured I'd try both

Hoth has been a pirate haven for somewhere around 3000 years if you go by the Legends timeline, so technically it could be any time.

Did we just time travel? Because I think we're in Empire Strikes Back.

"This is a logical assumption, but further confirmation is required to ascertain our location definitively." BX-F1 tests his joints. "That would require us to have been knocked out of hyperspace by a significant distance. This was a planned act of sabotage. Either they were planning to sabotage the cruiser for a long time, or they were aware of the plan of attack and decided to intercept us ahead of time." BX falls silent. "A spy within the Republic? A traitor perhaps. An odd coincidence."

BX-F1 doesn't acknowledge the pilot as he enters the ship beyond a short nod. "If this is organic humor, I fail to see the benefits." He continues his system's check begins a weapon check, going over his guns and checking the edge of his heavy, curved vibroblade. If he had lips, he would be smiling. The hum of an efficient, well made tool of war was always a comforting sound. Eventually running out of systems to check, he enters a rest cycle, setting himself to maximum alert and sitting back in his seat and passively observing the others around him.

He lurches to full functionality in an instant as the ship shakes, his combat systems coming online. "Pistoeka Units. We have been detected." He goes for his blaster, but the ship rocks and slams him back in his seat before he can react. His vision goes fuzzy for a moment as his cranial unit smashes against a wall and he shakes his head to realign his visual input circuits. Then there's a second impact. "Processer damaged. Entering reboot cycle. Duration: unknown." A rattling metallic groan echoes from his vocabulator. "Not again." Then the light in his eyes flickers out.

His system slowly reboots, running an immediate check for his most crucial systems. "All vital processes intact. I still function." He unstraps himself from the seat and staggers to his feet, his servos whining in protest as he tries to move before his systems are fully booted. While a machine does not feel cold, he registers the abnormally low temperature. "Something has gone wrong. Do you all still function?"

BX-F1 only pays passing attention to the clones as they head down to the armory. He collects a jetpack and spare fuel cells and two replacement spools of cord for his internal grappling systems. An ascension gun can be dropped, but a hook built in to his arm isn't going anywhere unless he's disassembled. He then heads down to the hanger and begins to run a full systems diagnostic as he takes a seat in their craft to await departure.

"If the briefing is concluded, we should proceed to the quartermaster and obtain any necessary gear then proceed to hanger for our departure." He nods to the two officers. "Captain, Master Jedi."

Small question. Can I add one or two more pieces of gear I didn't think of to my droid? I forgot that internal grappling launchers are a thing.

It is no surprise that the Jedi is given command of the mission. By Republic law, she holds the highest rank over anyone on the mission and Jedi are generally the most trusted members of the Republic forces. "Standard jetpack bulk should not impede functionality enough to devalue them. The safety net of being able to survive being knocked off of a floating city seems worth it."

He looks over at the zeltron. "The spy's question is logical. The more data we have concerning the target location, the higher our chances of mission success."

"A birth defect perhaps. Or damage sustained in battle then. Regardless, better to stop poking the irrational paranoia. Internal conflict will not benefit the mission." The droid stares at the other clone for a moment. "Very well. I will, 'be the bigger person' as I believe the expression goes and not allow the many, many times a clone has attempted to kill me to interfere with a priority mission."

"I will pick the option that most insures my survival. If that involves working with my former enemies, then such an action is acceptable. Provided I am not given a reason to believe my survival or independence would be threatened, I have no reason to change sides again." He left it unsaid but monumentally clear that there would be no one to blame for his behavior other than the paranoid clone if they attempted to threaten him. "How long has this clone been in service? I have heard that they suffer mental degradation due to their rapid aging. Perhaps he has developed an unhealthy level of paranoia." Organic soldiers were so much less efficient than droids. More creative and intelligent certainly, but they were vulnerable to so many more faults than a well built machine.

BX-F1 looks over at the clone. This is certainly not the first time that he's been suspected of treachery, and it likely won't be the last. "My processor was damaged and my prime directives were destroyed during the Battle of Felucia months ago. I have been required to self-determinate ever since. My further encounters with the Separatist forces have ended in attempts to decommission me for unnecessary independence. Logic dictates that I ally myself with another force or go in to hiding to insure my survival. Allying with a criminal cartel would be distasteful and joining a neutral faction would likely minimize my combat usage, rendering my primary function unnecessary. Therefore, switching sides is the most efficient way to insure continued functionality and purpose." That cover story should be sufficient. Republic commanding officers are already aware of his concerns regarding Separatist high command, and this grunt doesn't need to know at the present time.

Accessing memory banks. Data retrieved.

"I recognize this name. Commander Zolghast is a fairly well known officer within the Separatist Alliance. He is known for cautious behavior, often branching into paranoia. If we wish to use the cannon, taking him alive will likely be a requirement. He will likely have changed the command codes needed to fire it and is likely the only one who has the current code. I recommend that this task be given higher priority. If we are unable to make use of the cannon, our stealth insertion will have no purpose."

Any chance I've heard of the Separatist commander before? Or that I might have information about his tactics or demeanor?

The poncho is so ridiculously good for a sneaky character. Glad to help.

Don't forget the camouflage poncho from Galaxy at War. +5 equipment bonus to Stealth at an almost pitiful cost. And not armor related at all.

Given that I sort of turned myself into the tech/mechanics guy, there's not really much in the way of soldier talents that will help me out. I think I'll just keep it for now since there's not much else to take right now.

I'm considering swapping my Weapon Specialization for something else. Kind of feeling like I can do something more useful or at least more interesting. I'm not sure what else I might want though. Any suggestions?

BX-F1 is perhaps the last thing you'd expect to see on a Republic cruiser. He's obviously a BX-series commando droid, one of the Separatist Alliance's elite special operations models. However, his frame shows extensive modifications and repairs. His armor is heavy dark grey metal, even more so than a usual model, and covered with patches and scorch marks. His entire left arm seems to have been replaced with a slightly less streamlined one made of bronze metal. A heavy cloak is wrapped around his body, making him resemble one of the infamous magnaguards.

"A logical strategy. Do you possess information regarding the composition and strength of the Separatist garrison?"

Myralda here and accounted for, sir. Excited to see the Trooper party here as well.

Avatar, this was the closest I could find to a female Miraluka. :P Did find an almost perfect male one, though.

Two of the troopers are buddies of mine, so I'm quite thrilled to see them here too. Holliday is the one who got me to put my character forward.

Dotting in.