It's been fun, guys. But I'm afraid I'll need to bow out of another Star Wars game for now since I'll be DMing a new game soon, and I'll need the time. That being said this was great and I hope we can game again in the future.
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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.
"Charming."
Jak sighs. "Whether it's Stigs or someone else, the damage is done. Think you can pry it off without damaging it, Moroka? Otherwise, leave it on for now. We will get rid of it before take off though."
"Just a sec!" Jak makes his way over to Moroka, and is halfway to ranting up a storm about the bandits who hit them. "...And then I'm going to turn the blaster sideways, and stick it up their..."
"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.
Jak blinks when Gotal mentions "suggesting" things, as if that was normal. But rather than address it, Jak makes an excuse about checking the flight controls. "My life is very different," he says to himself later. ***
Jak frowns as he makes a textbook landing. He answers Moroka, "Yeah, something felt off somehow. I barely noticed it at first, but it was definitely something."
I liked the system used for building characters. The branching tree system was pretty fast and easy to learn. But the dice mechanics made the system feel a little swingy to me. Not to mention slow. I'm all for giving the GM more narrative control, but I worry that it was done at the expense of playability and speed. In fact, I'm convinced you could just use Fudge dice and roughly get the same result. It also feels like FF developed the game specifically to sell their own dice. And something about that just kind of irks me a bit. Not enough to write the system off, admittedly, but I could certainly understand why someone would. I'm curious about the West End d6 version. I've never played it.
"Well, don't get me wrong. It's still creepy. But you gotta do what you can with what you got, you know." Jak watches Gotal close his eyes for a moment, and tell him that Donavaan is on his way. Jak smiles uneasily and turns away to finish his flight check. He hesitates and then turns around to ask Gotal, "Uh, that thing with Jedi controlling people's minds -- that's -- that's not real. Right?"
"Alright, campers, we're making a pit stop at Mos Eisly. Shipping out in 5 minutes. If anyone has any particular objection to this, now would be a great moment to voice that opinion. Otherwise strap in."
Jak rubbed the back of his head, looking worried. "I don't like leaving anyone. For all we know, he could be in danger. Don't one of you Jedi-folk know how to sense one another? That's - that's a thing, right?" "Meanwhile, Moroka and I will get this bird ready to fly. If he's cooling his jets in some bar, great. We'll go pick him up. If he ain't, well I'd rather go in guns hot."
Jak nods at Moroka. "Alright. Let's leave in half an hour. Let me know when she's ready to go."
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 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."
Jak buzzes them in. He walks to the cargo door and greets the arrivals. "Afternoon. Alright, load it up."
Jak lists off the hangar where the Owl is sitting. He tips his hat and says farewell.
"Can you have the shipment brought to our hangar, or do we escort it from here?" Jak asks politely.
"Ma'am, we will be the very model of upstanding imperial citizenry." He gives Stigs a confident smile.
Jak looks to the other two crew members, and nods.
"Sounds like we have an accordance. We'll deliver this package as a bit of test run, and we can get back to you on the other job." Jak puts out his hand to shake on it.
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."
"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."
Man, you guys have been busy. Catching up now!
"Howdy, ma'am. The name's Kato. Jak Kato. And these are my esteemed associates. We got a ship and are looking for work. We heard you might be looking to hire on some help."
"I'd rather not try my hand at bounty-hunting, if we can avoid it. Folks like these probably ain't as like to bother with the nicety of a trial."
Jak nods at the guards respectfully and continues to walk towards the other set of double doors as if he had been here a thousand times and knew his way around. "Look alive, crew. Remember, we're professionals," he reminds the others.
Jak laughs, but then makes a point to look around anyway. He didn't think this was a trap, but then again it didn't hurt to make sure.
"Hey, Gotal and I are going to try and find a couple people who may have better navigational data than we do so we can find the coordinates of that planet he's looking for. We have to go just outside of Anchorhead. We'll keep you updated." "Rodger, rodger. Check in every couple of hours. Jak out."
Jak tipped his hat and thanked the dock worker, before walking away with the others. "Alright, everyone, let's make a living." He flipped out his comm and called the ship. "Owl, this is Jak. We're headin' to a place called the Pit to meet up with someone named Stiggs to try to set up a job. Well, probably an associate of hers more likely. Either way, if we don't check in after a couple of hours, assume our luck has remained consistent and do your thing."
"I'd just as soon stay out of the Hutts way, as well. Ren wasn't thrilled about it neither." Jak signed the pad using his real name. Didn't seem like there was much of a point in using an alias just then. "So where could we find this Stigs?" he asked the dockworker.
"We're only planning on staying for a day or two. Will we be reimbursed the unused docking fee upon leaving?"
"Bringing her in, everyone. Strap in." Jak flipped a switch and spoke. "Rodger rodger, Control. Entering approach vector now."
"Well, I reckon as long as you guys avoid wearing those silly brown robes, you should be okay. Oh, and don't go doing any of that weird Force mumbo jumbo, neither. No need to be calling attention to ourselves. "
"Well, glad someone made it out besides us," Jak commented while flipping through the different options for port. "Hmm. Three points we can touchdown at. None of them seem particularly better than the other. So, I guess Anchorhead, unless one of you guys has a preference for some reason." Jak's eyes bugged out when he looked at the climate readings. "Whoa! The average temperature on this place is just shy of the atmosphere spontaneously combusting. You going to be okay here, Renlo? I can't imagine this being good for your skin."
Congrats, Ren. :-)
"We'll need to stop and refuel at the very least, Gotal. I understand your friends are in danger, but we're no good to them if we're dead in the water. Whatever planet we head to, we'll keep it brief. None of us are rolling in dough, but we should be able to keep the Owl flying for another trip at least. But after that, we're going to need a paying job."
"Thanks, Renlo. Hey, where are we heading anyway?"
Jak lets our a shaky breath and chuckles. "That was way too close." He then hit the switch for the ship-wide intercom. "Okay, everyone, we're in the clear. This humble pilot would like to remind you that credits make a great thank you gift for all occasions," he said with a smirk. "Seriously though. Good work, everybody."
Scoundrel level 3 BAB +1
"How long until we got a lightspeed solution?" Jak asks anxiously as he keeps up the evasive maneuvers.
"Oh, wonderful. More company," Jak says while rolling his eyes. He slows down and then immediately puts the ship into a series of random spins, while trying to find a hole to punch past them.
"We can't engage the hyper drive until we're out of atmo, I'm just going to keep pushing it."
Jak smiles as he aims the ship out of the atmosphere. "Hold on. I'm going to see what this bird can do." He rerouted all available power to the engines, and punched it.
Jak curses when the blaster fire splashes against the shields. He adjusts a few controls to increase the speed of the ship.
Jak gets some momentum going while taking a few evasive maneuvers to avoid additional incoming fire.
"Things are about to to get thrilling!" Jak brings the ship up and maneuvers out of the dock.
200 credits for the docking fee
700 credits / 6 people = 116.6667 Let's just go ahead and round that up to a cost of 117 credits for each player. Sound fair? That puts me at (1,368 - 117 = 1,251 credits).
Jak dashed in the cockpit, shirtless and his blaster slung on his hip. "I'm here! I'm here." He starts firing up the engines. "To hell with this. I don't want to fight, but I think we're past all that." He makes a point to warm up the guns as well. " We got guns on top and on the belly. I need two people who are not me to strap themselves in 'em. Remember, running not fighting! But if they start shooting at us, you shoot 'em right back. It's only polite." "I'm going to try to lose 'em on the surface before we dive into the black. Renlo, find me a route that isn't completely blockaded by Imperial ships that we can punch through." "Moroka, listen to Renlo, get in that engine room and be prepared to route all non-essential power to our shields. We may need it." "I'm putting to sky in 30 seconds. Everyone get to their place and strap in!"
I agree. We can figure something out more permanent on another world that's not trying to kill us. We should make the rolls on the discussion thread to keep things uncluttered.
Jak sleeps peacefully.
"Voice of Reason" would make a cool ship name for a Halo game though.
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