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The white-furred wookie steps beside Master Silvarti and lets loose with a series of growls and hoots. Shri-wook:
"Master, may I help with the unloading? I feel the Force has guided me here." The vox-box squawks and lets out a series of mechanical chitters followed by a perfunctory "Hello!"
At the back of the pack of Jedis, a large white-furred wookie follows. He wears a belt with a tool kit, a vox box and a lightsaber attached. He looks at the newcomers' ship and tilts his head, letting out a low hoot.
All systems firing, sir!
The large white wookie bows respectfully as the Master passes. Dyce tilts his head and lets out a low inquisitive growl. Perhaps this is what the disturbance in the Force was trying to convey? He follows the Master at a respectful distance; if nothing else, his strength will aid in the unloading.
In his chambers the wookie senses an odd disturbance, as if a PbP had suddenly cried out and then was silenced. He grabs his lightsaber, slings his utility belt on and heads off to discover the source of the disturbance.
I promise, the Wookie plays well with others. And I have a voxbox. How many ways can one use such key phrases as "I have a bad feeling about this" and "I am a Jedi, please render me such assistance as is possible?" The world may never know...
The Jedi's around. Just waiting for an introduction.
On Tython, Dycabaska feels the Force shift. The white furred Wookie starts as the subtle Force suddenly quivers, as a spider's web shakes when a fly is caught in a far off strand. His meditation, usually fragile at the best of times, is broken and he lets out an exasperated growl. He stands and stretches, shifting seamlessly into a lightsaber form and ignites his blade. He begins to move through the forms, slowly, then faster as the blue blade turns into a blue streak. Abruptly he is done, seeming more calm in his movements than he did during meditation. He switches his lightsaber off and gathers his things, including the small silver disc of the Vox Box, which he slips onto his belt. His claw slips when attaching it and a computerized voice sounds off "I have a bad feeling about this." Dycabaska nods and huffs with agreement. Something is indeed coming. Something big.
GM Elton, is Dycabaska ready to go or is there anything I need to update?
If it's all the same, I'd rather play Dycabaska. Something about a Wookie Jedi makes me happy inside.
This is a character I briefly played in a game that perished early on. I'd need to walk him back to level 1, but that's not a terrible burden. If he'll work, let me know. If not, I have an idea for a more consular Jedi, probably a Mon Calamari.
Dude, that's a hard situation you have there. Keep your head and remember to take time for yourself. You're no good to anyone if you burn out. Let us know when you feel like you've got some time, maybe we'll throw together a game for you. EDIT: Or would you feel better about playing in a Star Wars game?
"I require nothing further. Let us end this tyranny before it becomes bloodshed."
"Let us not quarrel; we are on the same side. We will see to this raiders. They will not threaten you further." The Wookie bows, turns abruptly and heads out to help prep the airspeeder as needed.
THe Wookie emerges, tired and blinking at the sun. "I hate morning. Silly time of day."
"Not empty, my friend. Filled with Jedi. We would not blend in well. We are... conspicuous."
"We should find out exactly what has been stolen. We may be able to deduce numbers of consumers if we know when and and how much was stolen from each shipment."
The Wookie nods his head. "My Master would say: Fear not the warrior who fires first; fear he who fires last. I have found that a quick and effective attack is the best defense. But then, I have patience to learn."
"Mostly I smash things," the Wookie growls in a low voice, somewhat ironically.
The Wookie laughs, not an altogether pleasant sound. "Pups, are we? Then you be would wise to fear the mother if the pups are as bad as we."
The Wookie nods at this, "Agreed. It would seem that we all have mutually altruistic tendencies. Here's to a future filled with success!" he raises his glass in a toast.
"Those two look promising," the wookie growls low and nudges Sho Larn toward the two soldier types speaking with the bartender. "Perhaps we could introduce ourselves? A mutually beneficial arrangement could be made."
"We are not subtle. Some help would be useful. They may go where we cannot."
The Wookie growls low in Shriiwook. "Pull up a chair. Let us get acquainted with the local brew before we begin our investigation."
The Wookie growls low. "My Master would shake his head and comment upon the needlessness of surrendering to alcohol's lure. There is no lure, there is only the Force. And I am thirsty. Learned anything about the thefts?"
A tall thin white furred wookie walks into the cantina. He wears no clothing save a holster that houses a lightsaber hilt and a pouch that makes mechanical noises as he walks. He pauses just inside the door, his head titled to the side. He walks over to the bar, takes a seat and says in Shriiwook: "Barkeep, an ale, please." If the bartender looks confused, he pulls from his pouch a small mechanical disk and presses one of ten small buttons. It chirps in a mechanical tone in Basic: "Please Serve the Bearer an Alcoholic Beverage."
Awesome! I'm thinking Dyce is going to have to walk a fine line between the Light and Dark side in this game. Which is GREAT!
Dyce--have you already written a Master, or shall I write one for you? I've got an idea for one in my head, but I'll defer to you. :) Feel free! |
