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Obi-wan politely declines the Whyren's Reserve, "I apologize, but Padawan's are... discouraged... from consumption of mind-effecting beverages. I've not a taste for it anyway, and a Jedi spluttering at a sip of whiskey would rather spoil our image. I'll happily toast to our successful rescue of her Majesty with you, however." He inclines his head to Queen Amidala with a smile.
Obi-wan, though outwardly calm, was expending significant mental effort to stop himself from nervously pacing. He'd been watching Anakin, sure that it was not his place to broach the young man's force sensitivity (or, more appropriately, thunderous potential), but unable to ignore the raging torrent of the Force constantly swirling around him. With the hour of his return to Coruscant at hand, he found himself eager to be away and to the relative calm of the Jedi Temple. Gathering as they make their final descent, Obi-wan bows his head to the Queen . "I appreciate your kind gesture, your Majesty, but your safety is still our foremost concern. If Captain Panaka feels it appropriate, we would be happy to act as a proceed ahead as a guard until you are safe." Any of his own nervousness is quickly calmed when he spots Masters Windu and Yoda waiting of their arrival. "Of course, with Masters Windu, Yoda, and Gui-gon at hand, I would not envy anyone wishing you harm."
Only just started seeing these updates again. :( Will write something up after work. Sorry for the delay. Anyone have any idea why this game in particular wouldn't show as updating?
Obi-wan smiles as he listens to the Gungan's analogy. The first time I've heard the Jedi compared to fish, but it is apt. He replies, "To learn to control the Force is to learn to swim calmly, serenely. Then there is less 'splashing' as you call it. I think you'll find that the biggest fish is the one that hides inside you. Your emotions: fear and anger - they can betray you. Even come to control you. To be centered and calm, to be at peace with the universe, like a fish in its watery home, is to become Jedi. I'm sure the council will be interested to speak with you." He glances at Anakin, "And not just you..."
Anticipating some interesting times with the Jedi Council over our two guests.
Obi-wan turns with his master to listen to the Gungan, suppressing his curiosity about the newcomer to the ship and his importance. In due time then... The subtle surge of irritation melts away as he listens to JonJon. He had felt the Gungan's use of the Force, but the insistent demands of the present had kept him from pondering it. Two beings, strong in the Force, converging with each other amidst such upheaval? This cannot be coincidence. "The interconnection you felt, that is what we call the Force. It surrounds us, and all things honestly, binding and connecting them. Through it we can reach out and touch the world around us. Have you felt master Gui-gon and I, directing the flow of the Force through and around us?"
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Though glad to see his master unhurt, Obi-wan still exhales heavily as Gui-gon confirms what he had come to suspect. The Dark Side of the Force... Yoda and the other master had long warned us of its temptations but to feel one who's fallen under its sway. The young padawan remembers himself and replies to his master, "Of course, Master. I meant no criticism and I will be ready, should we see him again. As for that young man, Anakin, he was caught up in our escape. We were in his shop when we were warned of the Mandolorians search for us. He agreed to come with us to repair the ship. In truth, it strikes me as being for the best. He is... strong in the Force. Stronger then any other I have sensed before, perhaps even master Yoda. But there is something about him that nags at me. He is strong, but something is... off... about his power. I could not place it, but my intuition was that there was an element of danger, perhaps, about him. I don't know how better to describe it, Master." Obi-wan shrugs in resignation, unclear how better to articulate the 'wrongness' he'd felt about Anakin.
Obi-wan breaths a sign of relief as the ship's accelerated start procedure goes smoothly. Once in the air, he quickly vacates his co-pilot seat and makes his way to check on his master. While surreptitiously looking over the venerable Jedi Master for injuries, he asks, "I'm glad you made it aboard, master. You cut it a bit close though, didn't you?" Smiling wanly, he continues, "Who was that... man? He fought with a lightsaber, but no Jedi could have felt like he did. Cold... and dark. Was he..." The Jedi Padawan trails off significantly, watching his master closely.
Obi-wan's mouth drops open as Kyra's tirade is followed by bursts of blaster fire. Torn between the perverse desire to laugh and shock at the disrespect for his master, Obi-wan only manages a croaking grunt. With Obi-wan's instructions in mind, he moves through the ship to the cockpit, and points over Anakin's shoulder to the fuel turbine ignition switch he was frantically searching for. "That one! Ralk, we need to get out of here, and fast!"
Obi-wan casts a worried glance at his master before making a hasty retreat up the boarding ramp. At the top he pauses an instant, before ceding to Kyra's demand. He stops just inside the ship, his lightsaber powering down with a whining hiss. "We should all be aboard, save Master Gui-gon."
The wave of pain from the blast of the speeder's laser cannon is a distant echo, lost as Obi-wan is to the Force. Moving by instinct, he keeps himself between the vehicle and his allies, continuing to protect them with his weaving lightsaber.
The whine of the speeders blaster and the jarring impact of the blast emphasize Gui-gon's instruction. Taking up a defensive stance again, Obi-wan spins his blade in a glittering arc, deflecting those bolts directed at his allies. Stepping forward to guard his allies, he takes Gui-gon's orders to heart. "Stay behind me!"
This guy Obi-Wan used it on is only going to succeed on the check if he gets a nat 20, cause he doesn't have those kind of modifiers. Misread that at first as saying I'd only succeed on knocking the guy off the bike on a nat 20 and was starting to worry about the super-trooper more then the 'mysterious red-skinned figure'. As far as the DSP stuff goes, it seems fine to me. The core of it seems to come down to: respect life and don't abuse the Force aggressively. To clarify though, I'm being somewhat aggressive here as Obi-Wan. I'm trying to knock the guy out of the fight (preferably not kill him unless that's the only way out). At what point would using Force Thrust on a sentient creature earn my a DSP? Off the top of my head, I would imagine shoving someone off a cliff or into a smelting foundry (or similarly dangerous environmental) that is basically guaranteed death would count. To extend the question, what if that's the only way to save my or anothers life?
Yikes, wishing the best for you and yours. Definitely stay safe and we'll be waiting to welcome you back. :)
The reappearance of the red-skinned figure, and the snapping hiss of his lightsaber igniting, breaks through the calm serenity of Obi-Wan's focus. Dropping his guard, he takes a quick moment to survey the battlefield. In a snap decision, he throws his outstretched hand towards the nearest bike rider, with an accompanying mental shove, hoping to send the man flying. "Master! Hold on!"
So I'd just need to run up to hit the guy on the speeder bike this turn (assuming that is what I wished to do)?
The ominous hum of the Obi-wan's lightsaber continues unabated, broken only by the sharp crack when it meets and deflects a blaster bolt. He acknowledges Krya's thanks with a grunt, but the disappearance of their red-skinned foe prompts him to say, "I don't see him. Master, do you feel him?" Even as he continues to spin his lightsaber in a whirring arc, he opens himself to the Force, looking for the dark presence that he was sure was his foe.
Obi-Wan's lightsaber snaps to life with an ominous hiss as he watches helplessly from too far to intervene as the blaster bolt scorches Kyra's armor. He dashes forward, dropping into a defensive stance in front of his allies. Breathing deeply, he clears his mind of worry and anxiety and embraces the Force. His lightsaber, as if of its own accord, begins to weave, ready to catch any blaster bolts intended for his allies.
Obi-Wan breathes deeply, feeling detached as he senses the Mandolorians closing quickly. Still too far for him to readily engage, he opens his eyes and shrugs free of his long, flowing robes to reveal the rough, simple clothing of a Jedi. Lightsaber in hand, still unactivated, he readies himself for the coming battle.
The roaring of engines precede the arrival of the speeders by an instant. Obi-Wan waits calmly watching the space where they emerge, and from the first his eyes gravitate to the red and black robed figure. Echoing his master, he breathes deeply and waits for the inevitable clash of violence.
I think Obi-wan is good to go unless there's something I can rig to obstruct the swoop bikes movement via UTF in 2 rounds.
Gui-gon's reaction does little to quell the anxiety that has begun to threaten Obi-wan's Jedi calm. Drawing his own lightsaber, he turns his eyes back to the dust cloud and waits as patiently as he can.
The sense of a dark void in the Force left a sickening dryness at the back of Obi-Wan's throat. Fear and disgust threaten to break his concentration, but he takes a deep breath and clears his mind of emotion in an intimately familiar exercise. As the captain dashes out, the Padawan replies, "No, but it isn't anything good. I'd suggest we get out of here... quickly." Turning to Gui-Gon, he asks, "Do you feel it too? What... what is that, master? It can't be... ?" He trails off and tears his eyes away from the dust cloud to look at his master.
Obi-Wan eyes the dust cloud, muttering to himself, "Nothing is ever so simple." He gives Kyra a moment before he asks, "Do you see anything?" Positioning himself at the top of the boarding ramp, he waits, relaxing his mind as he reaches out with the Force glean whatever information he can.
Obi-Wan watches the Mandolorian rocketing away, brows furrowed, before the man disappears from sight. He mutters, "On Coruscant..." As they reach the ship, Obi-Wan breathes a sigh of relief and greets his master with a small bow of his head. At his master's words, he reflexively steps into the ship, turning to face the same way. "I know the timing is not ideal, master, but the boy we brought on board is... remarkably strong in the Force. I would even say he might rival master Yoda. I thought it best you know, now, in the event that... something.. should happen to me." With his duty complete, the padawan's eyes go back to scanning the direction from which they had come, keen to spot any danger.
Watching intensely over Ralk's shoulder, Obi-Wan reacts instinctively as a speeder begins to back into the path, threatening to split the group into two. With practiced ease, he opens himself to the Force and quickly raises a crate to trigger the proximity sensor on the speeder in a hope that it would stop the vehicle to stop long enough for everyone to make it past.
Which skills are still available for this round of checks?
Obi-Wan watches Ralk's deception impassively, though when Anakin begins hot wiring the swoops he does frown slightly. "I'm not sure that earning the ire of two different groups of bikers in addition to the Mandolorians is going to help us. But it's done, so let's get out of here.... quickly." He nods a terse reply to Ralk and hops behind the Bothan, only to clutch him as the swoop massively accelerates, then jerks to a stop, before starting a little more calmly. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive, Ralk? I do know how to pilot one of these things. You've left the air intake locked up, so you're going to keep giving us whiplash as you're starving the engine of air." He gestures over the Bothan's shoulder at the right button.
Obi-Wan follows with the group closely, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings as they make their circuitous way back to the Intrigue. As they pass through a series of seemingly abandoned loading docks in an industrial zone, Obi-Wan pauses a moment at a terminal that was still up and running. A moment's work and he jury rigged a program that would set off an alarm on the far side of the compound should any of the doors open. He leaves just enough time before the subroutine kicks in for the group to make its way out of the factory. Catching Ralk's eye, he smiles slyly and shrugs, "There are those among the Jedi who have an aptitude for technology. We should hurry, wouldn't due to set that off too early."
Obi-Wan nods his reply to Panaka. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he opens his mind and reaches out, his mind questing for the familiar presence of his friend and master.
Feeling his connection to his master solidify, he concentrates his thoughts on a few brief words, "Danger! Return!". The Jedi opens his eyes, saying, "I have alerted him, though what I could convey is very limited." Drawing up his hood, Obi-Wan checks that his lightsaber is still concealed in his sleeve. Content that he will draw no attention, he follow the others through the door and after the boy, who he watches constantly.
I was basically unable the access the site all weekend and yesterday through today. I'll get to work on some thoughts on character direction and stuff. :)
I am game for trying for a new GM if GM Wasted doesn't return soon.
Obi-wan folds his hands in his robes sleeves, faces Panaka and says calmly, "Captain, our chances of escaping the world will be better with whatever aid we can find. Should Kyra... fall -may the Force will it not be so- on the way back, we will be without a way from the planet. The boy is demonstrating considerable courage to help us, I think we should give him the chance to help us."
Obi-wan tears his eyes away from the Mandolorian and brings his attention back to the moment. He replies to Kyra's inquiry, "I have not, though it's possible that the signal could be jammed. Making our way quickly, though quietly so we do not lead them there if they have not arrived already, would be prudent."
Friendly heads up that I will be moving the next week or so which will limit my ability to respond promptly.
The tension that had kept Obi-Wan in a state of whipcord readiness lessens slightly as marching boots are overtaken by the normal hubbub of the city. Standing at ease, nevertheless keeps his hands free as he watches the newcomer.
His careful watch for signs of deception are thrown off the ever more powerful waves of the Force emanating from the boy. He might as well have been standing near the shore in a storm and trying not to hear the waves. A strange boy and now the Mandolorians? Fate has taken us far from our intended path. He replies to the young man's questions in an undertone as he steps alongside him, "People from far away from here, though you've likely gathered that. More then that I can't say... for now." Laying a cautionary hand on the young man's arm, he looks significantly at where Anakin conceals his weapon. Without looking away, he replies to Ralk, "There should be no problem. Do you know, master Fett, why they have not already secured the ship? Or is that what they are up to now?"
No longer caught off guard, Obi-wan opens his mind to the light of the Force. The raging whirlwind of energy swirling around the boy proves less daunting to the Jedi Padawan now that he's prepared to face it. He's still awed by the young man's potential, but as he studies, he can't help but feel that something is amiss. To one trained in the ways of the Force, that vague unease was implicitly to be trusted and allowed to go about its own way. Something, he was unsure what, nagged at the back of his mind. Clearly the boy had tremendous potential, but the way he seemed to draw the Force around him like a sponge drawing water left no doubt in Obi-wan's mind as significant. Accepting the water from the youth, Obi-Wan asks in as casually an off-handed manner as he can manage, "That's impressive, to have built both a podracer and a swoop bike with only parts at hand. I don't suppose you ride as well? It takes quite a bit of skill, one without fast reflexes could end up badly hurt." -------- Before he can take a moment to slip away to contact Gui-gon and to inform him of the boy and to check on his nagging doubt, the man bursts into the room. His hand reflexively moves towards where his lightsaber is concealed, but he checks himself when he sees he doesn't have a weapon. Seeing Ralk's waving, he kneels out of sight of the door, his hand free and eyes wary.
Not a problem! Real life stuff is more important then games. I apologize for my spotty posting as well. As I mentioned in my OOC text, I seem to be having lingering issues with the forums. I thought I already replied, but it looks like I hadn't. Sorry for the hold up.
Obi-wan's face flushed at Kyra's inquiry and the young man's offer. To let my emotion's get the better of me like that... what would Master Gui-gon say? Composing himself, he bows slightly in reply and says, "I should be fine, thanks you. I think it must have been the heat, as our new friend here is saying. I appreciate your offer." Taking a glass in hand, he draws a little water from the container and sips it, watching the young man quietly. I must clearly inform Obi-wan, but his potential is remarkable. We cannot seek to speak to the Council. Not on a mission like this one. And to leave him... but he is so old... Uncertainty and anxiety bubbled through the calm composure that Obi-wan had just regained. Taking a deep breath, he suppresses the unwanted emotion as he clears his mind of distraction. Focusing on the boy, he watches, trying to learn what he can of him before they must leave.
Do we know what the "default" protocol would be for encountering an (apparently) untrained Force user? Report to the Council about him and seek guidance? I've been trying to do a bit of research but haven't had much luck so far. The Order's expectations are going to be important for guiding how Obi-wan reacts.
The vague feeling of unease that their escape had engendered was still with Obi-wan as the small party left the ship. In a surfeit of caution, Obi-Wan pulls the hood of his cloak up despite the heat and conceals his lightsaber in a pocket. Fairly confident that he will not draw more attention to the group then any other off-worlder, Obi-wan focuses on keeping a wary eye on the crowds that they pass through in their search. Entering the small parts shop at the trailing end of the party, Obi-wan glances around the room with curiosity. Normally he would have liked to have a look at the various tech on display, but he found his eyes inexorably drawn to a boy.... a young man, really, who was now looking them over with obvious curiosity. His breath catches in shock as he finds himself caught in a whirling maelstrom of the Force. The normally placid and idle flows of energy that constitute the Force were now a raging and dangerous sea, with the boy in the eye of the storm. Even as the young man's eyes stay locked on Sabe, Obi-wan focuses on him. Unbelievable... not even with Master Yoda... how?!? And this boy? The storm dashing Obi-wan's focus to bits is broken a moment before the youth speaks. Feeling suddenly worn, Obi-wan draws a deep, slightly ragged breath. Feeling as though he'd just been tossed on shore after being dragged around by a rip tide, Obi-wan broke his stare and left Ralk to the purchasing while he thought. We are forced to land on this world, a backwater really, out of hand and now I find a young man who is so strong in the Force? It could be a coincidence... But even as the thought formed, Obi-wan felt a certainty that this wasn't the case. It was destiny that had forced his path to converge with this young man's.
The ease of group's escape from the planet had left Obi-Wan with a vague sense of unease. The Queen's recovery and their escape had gone without a hitch and now, standing and gazing out into the swirling lights of hyperspace, Obi-Wan felt a presence that seemed to lurk just out of sight. A nagging feeling, that something wasn't quite right or that something was just around the proverbial corner. Waiting for him. His reverie was broken by Gui-Gon's inquiry, and he returns his attention to the matter at hand. "I'm afraid I don't recall much of anything about this world, Master. If it is as lawless as you describe, then quickly and quietly identifying what we need and then leaving seems wise. The sooner we're away without alerting the Hutts... or anyone else... to our presence, the better. Gui-Gon will remain here, and I will assist in searching for these parts." He smiles in answer to Panaka's concern, opining, "To be honest, Captain Panaka, I wouldn't be surprised if the Queen were safer with Master Gui-Gon alone then with the rest of us together. He's rather good with that lightsaber of his. And, for more, then making impressive sounds at that."
I ended up having a few fires to put out around the home place (not literally... thankfully) that have prevented me from posting. Have things under control now and will have something up tonight.
Thanks for the heads up. FYI I am back now and am catching up. Will try to get something up ASAP but I'm still a bit jet lagged (after 27 hours travel time).
"I'm of one mind with your Majesty. It's a travesty that we must see so much bloodshed. On the other hand, I doubt the Mandolorians will be so willing to negotiate. Shall we?"
Just a heads up that I will be travelling with (very) spotty internet access from the 7th to the 23rd or so. Sorry for the late notice! Feel free to GMPC me if I'm holding stuff up. :)
Obi-Wan spares a grimacing glance at the fallen Mandolorians, but sets aside the surge of emotion and reaches for the soothing calm of the Force. Turning away, he moves towards the door and Gui-Gon's waiting guard, saying, "Agreed, we should leave at once. Perhaps Master Gui-Gon and I should take point, Captain."
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