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The monk-who-is-not-a-monk nods at Gotal slowly. "We offer many services to help the lost find their way." after a pregnant pause, where the monk seems to weigh you with his eyes, he continues "We also offer services that can help those that need to stay that way." He turns and walks you through a set of doors into another room with beautiful architecture that would inspire sublime serenity if it were not for the desks and benches occupied by various beings busily working on various types of equipment. You watch with a discerning eye and notice that they are modifying the items they are working on.

The monk catches your attention again. "Your friend sent a message that you would be coming and mentioned that you need to be able to move from place to place without leaving a trail. Your friend is a good friend. You should treasure that friendship."

He leads you to a desk where a diminutive Ugnaught is busily modifying a comlink.

"Udon is one of our best. In fact, he can make copies that are so good that no one can untie the deception." He finishes with a smile and nod to Udon.

You work with Udon to flesh out new IDs for the crew of the Gambit and you get three new sets of transponder codes for the Owl's Gambit.

You pay the rather reasonable price of 2500 credits and make your way back to the ship.

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Meanwhile at the swoop bike bar, several rough looking beings take the Tibana gas cylinders and move it around the back of the bar.

"Thank STIGS for me next time you see her." the initial greeter nods to your group. "Who ever controls the water controls this planet. But to get control, you've got to have some muscle. See ya 'round."

Without waiting for any response from the group, the biker turns and heads back into the bar.

Corven notices that a cloaked figure seems to be a little too focused on the group and the transaction... he mentions this to his compatriots. "We have company." he states with a slight jut of his jaw towards the interloper.

The three clamber back aboard the sled and pull away from the bar.

Behind them, a sudden commotion erupts as white armored soldiers move in and capture the nascent rebels. Jak bows his head and turns a corner. The modified CIS emblems marked these people as former brothers.

An earth shattering boom and shock wave wipe away his reverie. A billowing, roiling cloud of heat and smoke wash over the crew of the hoversled. The explosion was clearly from the bar... and it would seem that the former CIS were not going to go quietly. Emergency klaxons soon fill the air and people screaming and running fill the streets.

By the time Jak pulls the sled into the docking bay, imperial ships are swarming the air lanes. Reports are coming in that anarchists killed numerous Stormtroopers and destroyed several blocks of Mos Eisley.

Jak eases the sled back into its berth on the Gambit. Moroka signals that she has successfully removed the tracking device from the Owls aft nacelle and left it attached to the hangar wall.

Another story comes across the news that a sweep of the Pits has netted a known criminal, STIGS.

Gotal feels the prickle of a darkside force user searching through the Force for the group.

It's time to go.

Jak fires up the Owl's Gambit, Moroka completes the installation of a transponder masker and in under twenty minutes, the ship is streaking skyward.

Below, just outside the docking bay a dark cloaked figure watches the engines shrink into the distance; cursing as they do. He motions for the Stormtroopers that are with him to tear the bay apart and look for clues that might indicate where this ship is headed. He feels confident that he will meet this group again... there were too many of them shining brightly in the Force. Oh yes, they would meet again. He clenched his fist. He had not earned the moniker Emperor's Hand without reason...

Gentlemen, I have really really enjoyed playing this game with you all for the last five months. It started out as a one month experiment and turned into much more.

However, Renlo is spot on. I have a couple of RL issues that are consuming my thoughts and time and I find that I can't do the campaign justice any longer.

I am going to write an epilogue post to close this last story arc. If you want to keep your characters up to date, at the conclusion of this arc they would be at the mid point between levels 3 and 4.

With that I bid each of you a good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night.

Gotal, Renlo & Donavaan

As you enter the monastery's massive front doors, you see several people gathered about a table off to your left. A person dressed vaguely "monkish" has noted your entrance and moves to greet you.

"May I be of service? What brings you to Dim-u?" the monk says with a beguiling smile.

Corven, Jak, Moroka

Half a minute after you arrive at the drop point, a female wearing a swoop bike helmet walks up to your sled. Without preamble, she states. "We's been waiting. Starting to thinks we was gonna have to come get it."

She pauses and looks at the three of you. "So, drive 'round back so we can unload you."

Without another word, she crisply turns and heads back the way she came. Just before entering the cantina, she turns looks at you and makes a motion to the direction you should follow.

Jak has a predatory smile on his face as he stares down the jawas and casually but pointedly moves aside his duster to reveal the heavy blaster on his hip.

Spending force point to intimidate.

[Dice=Persuasion (intimidate)] 1d20 + 2 +1d6

Force 5/6. ::grumble, grumble::

The Jawas are impressed with your big gun. Thinking you may be wanting to compare notes, they pull aside there little cloaks and show you their big guns... their ion guns that is.

Sometimes the dice suck... and other times they really suck :D

[dice=perception]1d20+6

Moroka chuckles to herself, nudging Corven as she takes in the rough-and-tumble scene. "Wouldn't it be ironic if our client was another anti-imperialist?" She inquires in a low voice.

Would be nice to be free of the moral ambiguity...

She smiles at the throng of swoop bikes new and old, musing to herself. "Never got to work on a swoop bike before. Wonder if anyone needs a tune-up?"

Perception 1d20+6

Perception 1d20+9

"Charming."

[Dice=Perception] 1d20 + 7

[dice=Perception]1d20 + 8

[dice=Perception]1d20+12

Renlo is content to walk in silence, keeping an eye on his surroundings and a hand hovering near his blaster. He'd been to Mos Eisley once, and it looked just as bad as he remembered.

Great interaction! Thanks for the posts and keep it up! I am assuming your characters can continue the conversations while walking to the monastery or driving the sled

Jak, Corven & Moroka

Jak mounts drivers side of the sled and pauses while his compatriots get seated. The hum of the engines increases in pitch as Jak accelerates and merges into the flow of traffic; light as it is.

The trek to the delivery point takes about 20 minutes. The menagerie of beings is awe inspiring to behold. That said, this is obviously a rather rough and tumble town. Your small group gets a considerable amount of attention from several people that notice the large stencils on the sides of the cylinders that state “WATER.”

Finally, Jak guides the sled to a stop outside of a shanty with a large number of swoop bikes in front of it think biker bar. ”Alright boys, this is the place.” Jak says without taking his eyes off the front door.

Donavaan, Renlo & Gotal

The trip to the monastery takes nearly half an hour by foot. The heat of the twin suns has eased slightly is still very uncomfortable to people who are not accustomed to it. As you walk along, you see an enormous variety of beings. While humans are still numerous, there is no shortage of non-humans as well.

You walk through an open air market and the buzz of activity edges overwhelming. The wares offered are as varied as the beings. Everything can be bought on Tatooine... for a price.

You start to turn one corner and pull up short. Several gray clad governmental type humans are looking at data pads and pointing at a building. Another human male dressed in a similar uniform but black in color smugly looks on. Suddenly he chops his hand in the air and loudly states “This building will suit the Emperor's needs.” He turns his haughty face to one of the half dozen white armored soldiers standing nearby and addresses him.”Captain, start setting up and clear out the riffraff.”

Before any of these obvious Imperials notice you, you backtrack and continue down the street.

After crossing a few more streets, you turn a corner and you can see the squat governmental building housing the BoSS (Bureau of Ships & Services). A little further down sits your destination... the monastery. You make your way through the throngs of people walking up and down this area and you finally arrive at the steps leading up to the front doors. The building looks like it could have been grandiose at some point in the past. A little further down and across the street sits a ram shackle someday famous cantina.

You watch the entrance to the monastery for a few minutes before approaching. While you DO see a few beings that could pass for monks, the clientele seems to run on the seedier side; this could be a front for some other operation.

Unless you are all engrossed in your various treks, roll a perception to see anything "a-cut-above" awe inspiring or out of the ordinary.

Is that dark presence here on this Planet?

Yes. Not as powerful as tentacle you ran into awhile back

Moroka's eyes widen for a moment before she reaches for her comm. "Jak, DO NOT fire up the engines. We've got a coolant leak; one of those desert folk must have some miraculous aim. We'll have to pull some parts and do proper repairs. If we're lucky, we'll have the part we need and be airborne in two hours; if not, we're looking at four or more."

She approaches as she speaks, examining the scene more closely, intrigued by the blinking light. not usually a lot of lights underneath engine nacelles...

[dice=perception]1d20+6

Her hand unconsciously reaches for her saber. That better not be what I think it is...

Moroka looks more closely at the blinking LED. It seems to be a small circular device attached to the underside of the ship. It definitely does not look like part of the vessel. The LED is pulsing in a very rhythmic fashion... perhaps a tracking device?

Gotal nods to Donavaan, "We are visiting a group known as the Dim-U monks. Fore using tradition that I believe are not affiliated with the Jedi. Perhaps you shall find some enlightenment in this visit my young friend".

Gotal moves to pull a cowl over his head but then remembers he is wearing the garb of a spacer and not a Jedi. He shakes his head and starts off of the ship motioning for the others to follow.

Use the Force - Sense Force to locate the Monks 1d20+13

You reach out with the Force. You feel all the living beings good and bad in the city. You sense the structured goings-on of BoSS (Bureau of Ships and Services) and right next door you sense the mentally structured minds that you are looking for. You have an idea where to go.

You also feel the sudden attention of someone... someone sensed your presence through the force; someone dark.

"Sounds like fun," Jak says to Corven with a smirk.

They get the sled into position and then retrieve the 'water'.

"Okay, count of three. One, two -- three! Oh, wow, this sucker is heavier than it looks."

They carry the 'water' to the sled.

I'm assuming we don't need a check for this since as far as I know were not in a pressured situation.

You're correct. No check needed.

Jak and Corven get the hover sled loaded with the "water" easily enough and load in the destination into the sled's data console. From Bay 94 you have about a 20 minute drive to get to the delivery point.

[dice=perception]1d20+6

[dice=mechanics]1d20+6

Spotting the puddle under the ship, Moroka sighs, shaking her head. "And we were doing so well..."

She starts to pull out her tools, stepping under the leaking nacelle and scanning for the source. "Brand new ship and we're already leaking..."

Don't remember taking any solid hits last time we were shot at; did the manufacturer just not weld something securely?

As you look around the lower nacelle you note a small projectile hole that has nicked one of the coolant lines that was just under the nacelle housing. From the looks of it, one of those bandaged and robed beings that were firing at the Gambit on the way from Anchorhead must have gotten lucky. The damage is not bad... trivial really... but enough that you'll need to pull the line, repair the line, check the coolant for foreign objects and foreign particles, purge the coolant system and then bleed out any air... before taking off. It wouldn't do to go boom on take off. Total work time, maybe two hours if you can find the part. If you have to manufacture a replacement line, it may be more like four hours.

Interestingly, you notice a small blinking red LED just aft of the bullet hole.

So that's Moroka working on the Owl. And Gotal, Renlo and Donavaan on their "jedi" mission. That leaves Jak and Corven on water duty, unless Moroka's repairs are real quick.

GM, am I correct in assuming that the "water" has a lift so we can push it around?

You all will have to do the heavy lifting at first. The Gambit has a hover sled in the vehicle hold - so you have a "lift" but the "water" is in the cargo hold.

Moroka

You grab your tool kit and look at your operations panels and the visible components inside the vessel. Everything looks good.

You walk down the ramp and give the ship a once over paying particular attention to the engine area and you see a small puddle of liquid that has started to pool on the ground just under the aft, lower nacelle.

Please make a perception and if your going to fix it, a mechanics check. Neither are hard - DC10

GM Han Shot First wrote:

Yes, there are now Stormtroopers on Tatooine. There is a news story about "Lord Vader" but that being is not currently on Tatooine - no.That would be a cruel TPK scenario.

TPK? As if we would stay! We'd be taking our explosive gas off world and quick!

Hehe, he said explosive gas! hehehehe

GM, when you talk of this arrival, you mean on Tatooine? Like, on the planet we currently are as well? Because if the answer is yes, then my response would be gulp! :-)

Yes, there are now Stormtroopers on Tatooine. There is a news story about "Lord Vader" but that being is not currently on Tatooine - no.That would be a cruel TPK scenario.

During the half hour flight, local news shows the arrival of a Republic cruiser and a dagger shaped vessel. The shiny capital vessel makes the older republic cruiser look rather insignificant.

A local Zabrak anchor is speaking about the arrival of an Imperial presence tasked with helping keep the peace.

There is another quick snippet that shows the tall being clad in black armor and a cloak.

Gotal & Corven hear the anchor mention "Lord Vader" and the "Emperors special envoy."

There is a small snippet about "pirate activity" on the increase among the outer rim planets.

With a surge of power Jak expertly guides the Gambit off the landing pad and angles the nose skyward.

Although Mos Eisley is several hours travel by land, it is a short half hour flight through the atmosphere.

Herds of Bantha and Dewback are spotted here and there and a couple of times, beings with fully covered and bandaged heads stop and shoot at your ship; their long rifles sorely inadequate to pose any threat to the ship.

Jak calls for landing permission and is quickly given coordinates to land at the space port; docking bay 94.

Jak, make a piloting roll - DC 10 to maneuver through traffic and to safely land at Bay 94. Renlo could assist.

Moroka, you notice a slight fluctuation in the sub-light drives.

Moroka, please make a mechanics roll to identify the issue.

Donavaan, the crew is waiting on your return. Unless you are leaving the crew, I assume you are going to return at some point. I am moving this story line along - forgive the DMPC.

Donavaan crawls out of the cistern and looks around, gets his bearings and sets out on his hoverboard. A few times, he hears the calls of beasts in the distance and adjusts his course to circumnavigate the encounters... it won't do to try to face the owners of that voice alone; this planet is home to the infamous Krayt Dragon.

After about 30 minutes, he arrives back at the Owl's Gambit and pauses to look at the beautiful lines of the vessel. He is lost in his thoughts as the clambers back up the ramp... is he going to stay, can he learn from the Force spirit of the little girl? Can he stay sober long enough to make the lessons worthwhile? Can he learn to trust these people? He silently enters his room and locks the door. He needs time to think.

meanwhile on the bridge, Jak notices that Donavaan has entered the ship.

Is he able to respond? IIFC the telepathy aspect of the Force is only one way correct unless we have the improve telepathy ability or talent correct?

That is correct. You can get the "feeling" that Gotal is urging you to come back to the ship.

Do I hear the message?

Yes you sense the presence and you know who it is.

Gotal smiles at Jak, "Now you want me to use the force!

A good idea, I shall reach out to him".

Use the Force Contact Donovaan - Return to Us 1d20+13

You reach out through the Force to locate Donavaan and urge him to return to the ship.

You easily locate him off in the distance. He is located in the desert about 30 km from the ship.

So funny thing happened on the way to the bar...

I went on a golf trip with some friends, thinking the place would have free internet service. NOT.

Sorry for the unexplained absence.

I shall catch up this evening.

Calm my mind? Calm my mind?! How in the name of the Republic am I supposed to do that? I am no Jedi nor trained as one.

He kneels down. I used to see them meditate like this. and sitting crossed legged will attempt to calm his mind.

You try to relax and try to let go of everything.

Use the Force: 1d20 ⇒ 4

but you find that your mind is whirring. Perhaps you need some time to mull over what you've learned.

Jak cheerfully waves off the delivery men, closes the loading bay doors and mutters sarcastically, "Water. Right."

"Moroka, give me a hand with this package. I want to make sure we're not transporting a bomb."

"And where the hell is Donavaan? If that kid's getting wasted again, I swear..."

Jak and Moroka look over the cargo and ensure that it's locked in place. The manifest says water and some of the exterior markings indicate water. Signs on the cylinders themselves state :"Warning: Tibanna Gas, Use Caution while handling."

Tibanna Gas is used in the manufacture of blaster "ammunition." This is not for your holdout blaster or even DL-11 blaster... this is used in the manufacture of starship blasters.

Not a bomb, but something to be careful with.

The noble, recognizing the youngling as one who died at the Temple, falls to his knees and begins to weep. I tried to stop them. I tried to stop them and save you and the rest of the little ones. There were too many of them and too many of you and they didn't listen to me, They shot at me, and now the voices won't go away. They are worse. Can you help me little jedi? I don't trust those people I am with, they lied to me. They lied.

"I will help you as much as I can." The ghost glides over the ledge and seems to sit next to Donavaan. "First, you must calm your mind. YOU must calm your mind. Dimming your mind with drinks are not the same as calming. You must relax and realize that what you saw was not because of you... and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You would have only been killed too. You are alive. So use your time to help where you can."

With that the ghost winks out and you are alone looking out the star filled portal.

Before the Delivery

Jak sighed as he watched the holo. He never thought he'd ever see the day that he'd feel bad for the Jedi.

"I'm - I'm sorry for your loss," Jak said awkwardly.

"We uh, we got a small stop to make before we can hit the black. Shouldn't take us more than a couple hours on the outside. Honestly, it won't cover our gas. But I don't want to cancel and burn a possible employer. We had another job lined up after that that paid 5,000 credits. But we can apologize for that, and say we had a - I guess, family emergency or something. She won't be happy. But it shouldn't hurt us overmuch."

The Delivery

Jak buzzes them in.

He walks to the cargo door and greets the arrivals. "Afternoon. Alright, load it up."

The men push the sled up to the cargo lift and in a few minutes, the cylinders are stowed.

Dusk comes and there is a ping in the cockpit that indicates that someone has arrived with a delivery.

Jak checks them out. Four rough looking humans wearing pieces of CIS military issue gear are pushing a hover sled with 16 cylinders of "water."

One of the four stands slightly apart from his comrades and seems to be impatiently waiting for a response to his ping. He holds a data pad and as Jak looks him over from the cockpit, he punches the data pad again... obviously sending a ping again, as the signal in the Owl's cockpit chimes almost immediately after.

Upon their return to the ship, Renlo immediately makes for the galley, where he pours himself a glass of water and drinks it in one go, then pours himself another. "I hate being out there for too long. Dries me up."

Gotal, Renlo, Jak, Corven and Moroka

You are all back on the Owl's Gambit recovering from your exposure to the brutal twin suns of this dust ball. As the five of you sit around the lounge drinking water, talking about your various excursions and waiting for the "water" delivery to show up this evening a familiar face comes across the holonet news.

"This is Angeel Bertrand with your Imperial update." The beautiful news person smiles as her image shifts to the lower left corner of the display and a small inset video clip becomes visible in the upper right corner. The video of spooling in the inset shows a pitched space battle between the forces of Toonbuck Toora and the latest Imperial Navy Admiral to attempt to end the lingering CIS holdout. It is clear from the video that the Imperials are throwing a massive amount of firepower at the droid battle wagons. Angeel is describing the Imperial victory and the destruction of Toora and her allies. At the end of the clip she pauses and changes the inflection in her voice.

"As the Imperial navy concluded its victory over the former Sy Myrthian senator Toonbuck Toora and her allies, clear evidence of collusion with the outlawed Jedi order was discovered."

Another video clip shows a pitched light saber duel between a tall black armored being wielding a red light saber and a significantly smaller human female wearing Correllian clothing and bearing a green bladed light saber.

Gotal gasps... "Jedi Daco!"

The name no more than leaves Gotal's mouth than the black clad being plunges his crimson blade through the torso of the young Jedi.

Angeel continues with a more serious tone. "The Emperor was quick to note the clear evidence that the Jedi continue to try to destabilize the Empire in today's speech to the Senate."

The inset shifts to a glorious image of the Emperor speaking to the Senate and mentioning that the Jedi could not be allowed to stop the peace and prosperity that the Empire was striving for.

I dont think I have one listed. Can I attempt to reach out with his new found abilities to see if there are other minds here?

As you relax and try to reach out with your mind, a dim light pushes through the wall and stops in front of you.

You open your eyes and see the small girl floating in front of you.

As if your eyes have been opened, you recognize the ghost... she was at the temple! best if you play that one out

She drift closer and seems to reach into your head.

"You were there." The young Twi'lek states. "But you did not participate."[b]

[b]"You are guilty of inaction... however, I you have a gift to make things right and I am to be your guide for the next while."

The apparition pauses again and seems to be thinking or perhaps judging you.

"Now, you must get back to your companions and work with them to bring balance to the Force. This may not happen in your time, but you must play your part."

With that, the door to the cistern "whooshes" open and the dark of night can be seen. As you exit, there is no sign of the bandaged head beings you saw when you entered.

He will sigh with relief and look around.

You can not see anything. It is pitch black. You can feel the ledge you are on and you can feel the sloped passage you just came down.

WHOOOT WHOOOT!!!

1000 IC POSTS!

We've been on this journey for 4.5 months and we've posted 1000 times.

BRAVO!!!

"Can you have the shipment brought to our hangar, or do we escort it from here?" Jak asks politely.

"I'll have the "water" delivered to your hangar. Where is your ship parked?" Stigs replies.

Well, that's a relief. We made a great choice in coming here.

After copying the coordinates down, Renlo said, "Okay, we've got what we came for. Let's head back to the ship."

Paying the fee for the use of the facilities, and thanking the Duros for his time, Renlo and Gotal will return to the ship to await the others.

How much will we owe for the time it took? Since Gotal said he'd be out of town and to RP him as necessary, I'm just NPCing him back to the ship with me.

The fee will be 10 credits

He will try.

Donavaan slides himself down the passageway and onto a one meter ledge that goes around the perimeter of what looks like a circular room. Given that the only light is coming through the portal you just entered, you can not see the opposite side nor the bottom of the room. You turn and attempt to will the door closed behind you.

UseTheForce: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Again, you feel the unfamiliar feeling of your mind expanding outward and you wish that the portal would close... and it does.

The angry bellows of from above quieten and the door slides into place and you are alone.

GM Han Shot First wrote:

Renlo, Corven & Jak

Stigs leans forward in her chair. "My client needs a shipment of tibanna gas... no questions asked. Should be straight forward. Stay away from scrutiny, make it back here tomorrow and the money is yours." She leans back again. "Word has it that the Empire is thinking of putting a garrison dirtside; so mind your manners if you know what's good for you."

"Ma'am, we will be the very model of upstanding imperial citizenry."

He gives Stigs a confident smile.

GM, is Mos Eisley speeder distance, or do we need to hop onto the ship?

The ship would obviously be faster, but you can make it by speeder in roughly 10 hours.

"It does not sound like it will be much trouble, yes," Corven agrees, though stressing that particular word does hint at having a little bit of doubt. Perhaps seeing what it is they are tasked with delivering will put those doubts to rest. Then again, perhaps not.

Renlo, Corven & Jak

Stigs leans forward in her chair. "My client needs a shipment of tibanna gas... no questions asked. Should be straight forward. Stay away from scrutiny, make it back here tomorrow and the money is yours." She leans back again. "Word has it that the Empire is thinking of putting a garrison dirtside; so mind your manners if you know what's good for you."

Renlo copied the data into his data pad so they could take it back to the ship.

[dice=Use Computer]1d20+8+1d6

Wow...screw you too, dice.

[ooc]Luckily Renlo, you are using some of the best equipment on the planet... so your DC was 10. You accomplish your goal

Can I enter it with my board and supplies and then think it closed?

You can easily fit with your board and supplies. As your eyes adjust, it looks something like a cistern. The "thinking it closed" again - you won't know until you try.

Jak nods.

"Sounds intersting, indeed, Ma'am. Of course, in the name of good faith, I should tell you now that the crew of the Owl operates as a consortium, so I will need to present this offer to the other members, before we can give you a definitive answer. Say, a couple hours? Also, it would help if we knew what we were transporting so that we could make any necessary precautions to assure its safety."

"Of course." Stigs remarks.

Pereception 1d20+6

Thinking to himself, what in the galaxy was that all about? I have never experienced anything like that even in my wildest bacchanals. The pain in my head subsided for a bit when the animal and the girl reached out to me. I wonder if the water was laced with anything.

You become aware of your surroundings again. The two bandage headed beings are near you. One to the front right and one behind you. The rack walled passage under the door is dark, except the light cast roughly arms length from the twin suns above. The passage goes farther than you can see. It angles down under the tail bone of the skeleton above... which would seem to indicate the the skeleton was purposefully placed here OR the space below was dug after the skeleton came to rest here.

Taking out his datapad, Renlo copies down the coordinates so that they can enter them into the navcomputer back on the ship.

Do I need to make a check?

You should make a Use Comp check

Thinking to himself, Does she want me to open this thing up with my mind? I can't read thoughts. I don't think it hurts to try though.

He will begin to concentrate his fingers on his temples and his eyes closing wishing the door to open with his thoughts.

You close your eyes and start to concentrate. The apparition reaches out and touches the back of your neck. You feel an icy tingle and a prickle along your spine. There are small firework like sparks that go off behind your eyes and your equilibrium shifts rapidly; nearly causing you to keel over.

Before long, you can sense the door and its guardian.

The guardian lurches through your minds eye and snarls at you.

UseTheForce: 1d20 ⇒ 17

You recoil from the beasts fangs as it's bite stops just shy of your face and you fall backwards onto your butt.

The beast seems to sense your presence through the Force. It's visage softens and changes from ferocious beast to gentle guide beast. It turns it's head and places a clawed appendage on an unseen icon on the door.

With a whoosh, the door unseals and pivots away from a concealed hallway.

Your vision clears and you are alone.

From behind you, you hear a growling roar. It is answered by another one from in front and to the right of you.

GM Han Shot First wrote:

Stigs looks at the crew.

"Name of your ship?" She motions to the seats arranged in a rough semi-circle around her table. "and is it clean?"

Please make a perception check. If you have Knowledge (Tactics), you can make that instead - for an easier success.

[dice=K. Tactics]1d20+7

"Ship's called The Owl's Gambit - and she's a wise bet to make. As for its cleanliness, I'll have you know that my Mama raised me right, and that ship is spotless inside. You could eat off the floor where you so inclined."

Jak smiles pleasantly.

"Of course, you probably mean the other thing. As far as I know the Republic -- pardon, the Empire isn't particularly interested in our boat. And I'd be very happy to keep it that way. Discretion is a good trait to have in a business partner."

[dice=Deception]1d20+7

Stigs nods at Jaks attempt at humor. "I hope you can keep that sense of humor about you. The galaxy's changing... and not for the better."

She adjusts her seat slightly. "If you're clean and do a good job, there's more work. If you're not... the Imperials will make you pay." She pauses for emphasis; her one eye boring into each of you.

"I need a quick courier run to Beggar's Moon. Done without notice and I'm willing to pay five thousand credits. Sound interesting?"

Gotal closes his eyes and reaches out through the Force in conjunction with Renlo's Astronavigation to locate the intended rendezvous point.

Use the Force + Force Point 1d20+13+1d6

Renlo & Gotal

Renlo's hands manipulate the controls with ease after a few minutes of familiarization. Gotal calms himself and stretches his mind out to machine and the artificial intelligence behind the controls. Sensing, rather than seeing Gotal directs Renlo to adjust the resolution this way and that; slowing magnifying the sectors and reducing the size of the galaxy. A few minutes more and the two comrades are staring at a seeming dead point in space. There is a star present, but according to all scouting information there are no inhabitable planets in the system.

Gotal retreats from the Force and focuses his eyes. Renlo looks at his colleague; slightly skeptical. "Are you sure?"

Gotal slowly nods. "Trust in the Force. This is our destination."

You now have the coordinates... but, you need to get them to your ship and into the navcomputer.

He is going to act as if he did not see them and try to open the door, he will have his pistol in easily grabbed range just in case.

You rake sand away from the portal looking for a mechanism. As you clear the sand it becomes clear that the portal is round and does not seem to have a hinge.

Your sweat drips onto the edge of the cover and you quickly tire under the baking sun. As your thoughts start to drift, swirling with questions about how to open this door, what could be concealed underneath, why would you ignore the dangerous predators that are circling behind you, etc. a small transparent hand comes into your vision and startles you. The little girl from before is kneeling near you. She tries to talk with you but again there is no sound.

She reaches up to her head, cups the sides of her head, and then rapidly pulls them away and towards the portal. She repeats this two more times and then stares at you for a few more moments as she becomes more and more incorporeal... fading into nothing.