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You mean to say the Golarion calendar is based on the Egyptian Old Kingdom calendar? Whoa.

"No, you may not call me that." Roc says. He turns to leave.

"You dress me in my master robes, Firith," Roc says, "I am a Jedi Padawan to Master Kit Fisto."

Roc goes to SLiff's cabin and listens carefully by the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Rin smirks a bit when she is mentioned, but still says nothing.

How are you hearing us?

Roc grabs his robe as he walks down the corridor. He casually puts it on as he speaks. Anybody trying to read his lips would have a hard time.

"Very little," Roc says in hushed tones, "This whole mission had scant details and briefing. Any one of us except you or I could be a spy. She seems very taken with material pleasures and highly emotionally unstable, but it could be an act. Her pilot seems to be as he says at least. I noticed he has a few concealed weapons on him but it is not too surprising if he acts as her bodyguard in these times. That droid seemed to show up looking for work with suspicious timing. The jawa is . . . a jawa. Rin Shi has hardly spoken a word since I saw her on the landing platform. I don't know what to think about the Gungan at all.

"Doesn't it seem . . . oddly coincidental. . . that a separatist ship just happened to be there when we exited hyperspace?" Roc asked. "Almost as if they were expecting us."

"How many credits do you think it would take for him to sell her out to the separatists?"

"How well does she know this friend?"

"Breah, is there anybody else that knows our itinerary?"

"I got an idea," Roc says as he quickly takes off his Jedi robe, "Anybody have some alcohol?"

"I wouldn't know how to sabotage it if I wanted to," Roc says, "Has the separatist ship spotted us?"

"Ah, the separatists," Roc says coming up to the bridge, "How can I help?"

CIS?"

"You do yourself a diservice milady, Rock says with a hint of sarcastic innuendo, "I found our discourse far from nothing. I leave you and your new droid for now and look forward to our next. . . conversation."

Roc calmly pulls back his hood. His green eyes shine with the patience of emeralds. "I am relaxed. The Force is within me, within us all. Do you have any enemies? Anybody who would like to do you harm?"

Roc closes the door.

"Yes, like that," Roc says, "I need to know where we are going, when, and why."

"I need to discuss your security situation and the mission. May I come in?"

"Are you all right, Lady Silverfang? I am Roc Trellian, the Jedi Council sent me to escort you, as you requested."

Roc listens carefully.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Roc goes down and knocks on the cabin door.

"Milady? I am Roc Trellian of the Jedi Temple."

"Pilot, personal assistant, and head of security. You wear a lot of hats, Breah."

"I must speak with Lady Silverfang and her head of security as soon as possible. When may I see them?"

"Are you programmed to act as a translator?"

"Just eager to discuss protocols with a member of her security team," Roc says.

Pilots carrying small arms is not that unusual. Right? I hope at least. Besides, if he was an assassin or thug, I would expect him to be more heavily armed. Roc thought.

He turns to the others.

"Everything seems to be in order. Just a slight change of plans. Are you all ready to board?"

Is this the person I know from my backstory?

"And just out of curiosity, what exactly do you do for Lady Silverfang?

"I see. And just so we are sure there has been no other confusion, what is the lady's name?"

I want to check to see if there is anything suspicious about this guy. The manner in which he showed up seems off. We were to meet the noble here, not go to where she is, so I am already wary of the situation. In Pathfinder, this would be a Sense Motive. I think in Saga it is moved under Perception. Please correct me if I am wrong. Also, were we told the noble's name?

Force Point + Perception: 1d6 + 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + (19) + 7 = 31

Yes, excuse the confusion, doubtless there are many. . . details," Roc Trellian said, stressing the last word while looking askance at Volo, "that had to be planned at the last minute. I am Roc Trellian from the Jedi Temple. My team and I have been appointed as escorts. What is your name?"

Is there a feat that allows to learn more languages?

"Hello, Fassa," Roc said, "Good to see you are well."

Roc only ever understood about half what the Gungan said. Feeling a little awkward about it, he turned and watched his master fly off. Roc had never completed a mission without his master before. He was determined that everything go as smoothly as possible.

Just then he noticed the diminutive jawa.

"Kibitja?" He said. "Interesting to see you here as well."

With the slow whirring of repulsorlifts powering down, Roc Trellian and his master, Kit Fisto, land their hover-bikes nearby. They dismount and confidently walk to the others.

Kit is a Nautolan, an aquatic species with big black eyes and tentacles coming out of the head like small ropes of hair. Roc is a rather ordinary looking human with green eyes, neatly trimmed beard typical of the Jedi, and a light brown hair braid of a padawan learner.

They both wear the brown robes of Jedi Knights and carry lightsabers on their belts.

Pictures: Padawan Roc Trellian, Jedi Master Kit Fisto

Could the noble we are escorting be one that I saved from a separatist agent in my back story? It would explain why a padawan is going on this mission.

Ideas for connections:
@AC-330: Could I have met you at an official function where the Jedi were present?

@Fassa: My old job before becoming a Jedi was a delivery boy for Baron Vorga's live crustacean snacks. Could you have been a frequent customer?

@Kibitja: Could my master and I have asked you for information about battle droids?

@Volo: Maybe Jedi Master Kit Fisto hired you as a pilot once for a mission? I had never met you before, but Kit recommended you.

Star Wars Saga encourages multiclassing too, so you can also be a scoundrel/soldier.

Do we choose a destiny or do you assign us one?

Roc Trellian, Jedi Padawan is done.