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Alright, guys, you probably know what's coming next. I've started a new stage in my education, going under an intensive formation for lip-synching, dubbing and off-voice narrative. This is taking some of my time, and some games will have to be halted. It's been a blast, because I'm a huge SW fan, but sadly all I'd do is mostly read instead of contribute. I thank you for the chance to be at your table, and I'm sorry for not having met your expectations. Have fun and see you at the
"I did get a bad feeling, one that tells me those are here for no good." He states clear he will help whatever they do, but "there's a dark side presence there."
"I didn't see it, you did" Christon tells LEM, "so it's up to you to decide, mate." While LEM decides what to do, Christon goes fetch something from the med chest, in case it's needed...
I saw a tree being a Jedi in one of the comics. After that, everything is game, I guess.
I remember building an Ithorian Jedi Consul for Star Wars d20, but it never saw gameplay.
"Eh... sorry to interrupt, LEM. Can you share an estimation of the chances to survive such... flora?"
"I've got a bad feeling about this..."
"Living plants, uh?" That seems really weird.
Christon wakes up resisting the urge to say "I told you". He picks his sword and approaches the crowd by the navigation instruments. "What do we have? Imps?"
[ooc]But the imps are looking for us. Will the plan hold against that?[ooc]
Christon nods if someone suggests watches. "Those imps are looking for us, if I got it right. Let's not wake up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and find they've turned the ship into a disco pub." He offers himself for whichever watch shift no one wants to take.
I had a post written and feel asleep without hitting Send, lol. Sorry :(
"So we just go there with the ship and do it rough, right?" Christon asks, ready to jump inside.
Christon would love to go in the ship and avoid any more mushrooms, but he doesn't know if it's the best idea. "Wouldn't the ship ruin our stealth?"
Contact is cool if the GM allows it, yeah.
With his head finally clear of LSD, Christon takes back his saber. "That was really weird..." He stands ready to go, though. "We shouldn't waste more time."
Yes I am, sorry.
C>hriston is totally high following a nonexistent Master. "Master..." He doesn't put any care on where he's going or what he's treading on. "Master..." The Master keeps fleeing, quickly, and Christon follows though he starts to realise he'll never catch him. "Where's the dreams that I've been after?"
SHHHHUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... The familiar sound of the lightsaber echoes in the forest. The mushroom glows with the reflection of the blue plasma, and Christon jumps to get more stregnth in his chop. mmmmmSHUMMMmmmmmmm
"Something's not right here..."
Survival rolls:
Christon is absolutely useless mechanically speaking, si he volunteers for any other job for the time being. "Not the stealthiest guy around, but surely that would go better than taking off the wrong nut."
"Well, depending on how things go with the extraction, we might be in a bit of a hurry. Would be nice to have a ready ship by then."
After getting out of the ship, caughing and spitting, Christon looks up to the sky. While some others try to assess the ship, he asks aloud about everyone's health. "Anyone got hurt?" When it's clear that only their egos were damaged, he turns his eyes back above, feeling that he will see an imperial ship any moment.
"I've got a bad feeling about this..." says Chryston, hoping Rufus' idea won't make the situation worse.
Christon braces himself when all engines try to put him to the ground. "Okay, so where are we going to hide from the big guy?" he asks, hoping the answer is nothing close to "I don't know".
Christon quickly gets Rufus's attempt. He comments some random trivia on fungi and their possible applications, so whatever Rufus says sounds scientific enough that an expert might believe it's true.
Christon had a comm link as well. We could go there through the main door, we get caught and they lock us in the garage, so we build a tank and finally defeat the imps by shooting at their feet and no one gets hurt even if their cars explode. Oh, wait... I shouldn't have been watching old The A Team chapters till late...
"That would be great, Lem. I guess we'll need all the diversions that we can create." He thinks for a couple of seconds. "If we could intercept a patrol..."
"Being the planet how it is, I'm more inclined to land in a hidden place and try a sneak in. I agree that the prison plans would be a valuable asset, as well as which cell is our target in and how many imps are there." He thinks for a second. "If we can't get this intel right now, maybe we could try a scouting once there. You know, the usual 'we're the laundry guys' plan."
"See? We know where to go. We know what to expect. Now it's a matter of deciding whether we're going through the main door or try any subterfuge. What do you all say?" Christon is not the one to use much subterfuge once they reach certain level, but maybe his new comrades have a trick up their sleeves.
Congrats to you, farewell to your hours of sleep! :P
"Well, I guess the basics of the plan is we go there, pick whatever we need to pick up and come back, right?" Of course, they'll need a plan, but in order to create a plan they'll need info. He nods to Lemm's statement, as if the droid has read Christon's mind. "While Lemm's on it, I'll have a look at the medical bay, which is the thing I control best."
"Yes, Sir." Christon clears his throat, thinking how to begin his story. "You see, the name Organa was has been well known for centuries, and Senator Bail Organa was a first line defender of Republican standards. Everybody knows that." He doesn't want to look like he's flattering, just putting cards on the table. "Now with this knowledge, I think I'm safe within your estate if I confess that I belonged to an institution also involved in Republican politics... though with a heavier religious charge, if you know what I mean."
He moves one of the pens on the desk to his own hand to exemplify what he was talking about in his last sentence. "I have taken upon myself the task of collecting pieces of data that mention or belong to the Order, for as we believe History is a big wheel, there will come a time to rise again and all knowledge kept will be of key importance." He quickens a bit his speech so as to get to the point. "What I'm asking, Sir, is that if you, thanks to your contacts, position and capacity, ever catch rumours of a possible artifact, relic of person that you think might interest me... That you let me know. In the name of what we're both fighting for." He bows slightly.
Christon nods. "We have a deal."
Christon smiles slightly as the woman sighs. Since endless millennia, men have had an inclination to discuss about their vehicles. Hopefully this time they will all work together to reach a common goal.
The fact that the Senator is willing to talk infuses trust in Christon. He is a man of honour, and with influence enough to put Christon on the tracks of ancient artifacts, which is his true mission. He is also a Republican, and an active Empire opposer it seems, and that is a perfect side quest. What's the point in keeping Jedi lore for when they come back, if the conditions for their comeback are not met? He bows to the Senator and stays y expectant as yo what's coming next.
Christon nods in agreement. En men it's his turn to speak, he realises he doesn't know how to properly address a senator, so... "Count on me, Senator. Also, there's a thing I'd like to discuss afterwards... between you and me. If you grant me such a mercy."
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