"It's a quiet night tonight Padawan," says Master Windu as he looks over your shoulder at Blue 6. "The Mandalorian Drill Instructors have requested that you take this Droid to the Clone Training Facility as soon as possible. It is part of a larger investigation they are working on, and they need to access what it knows. As per Master Yoda's instructions, upon your return you will commence with your Jedi Trials. Are you prepared Padawan?"
Ansil, Rank is 1 and EXP is 2.
You both approach the Jedi Temple.
This night, the grounds seem bleak and almost deserted. The oppressiveness of the Clone Wars has clearly taken it's toll on the Jedi as many of it's senior Masters and Knights have been isolated and spread out amongst the many theatres of battle. What used to be a hub of learning and knowledge for the entire galaxy, has almost become an empty library with rare visitors.
You walk towards the main entrance, both of you looking at the immense statues of the founding Jedi.
As you ascend the steps, a voice calls out to you. "Hold there young Harbright. I have been expecting you...' Master Windu approaches you from the shadows with an expectant look on his face.
The wall moves up and then latches to some unseen locking mechanism embedded up in the wall. You both enter the room and see only one table with a green, glowing object sitting on it.
You immediately recognize the item Ansil. You were taught about these objects extensively at the temple. The design, shape, and perception of it easily indicates it’s creator as well. It can only be Master Yoda’s Holocron.
”Actually it looks like the damage is mostly superficial. Must have been an interesting situation,” she says as she leads you down one of 3 halls.
”This subterranean bunker was left over from the old republic. It was used to house important dignitaries way back when the Republic was at war with Darth Malak and his Sith. Thanks to the powers that be that those guys are gone. My family and I took shelter here last week when the Seperatists attacked and tried to kidnap the Chancellor. I’m glad the Jedi were able to stop that from happening.”
She stops at a specific door and points to it. ”Yoda uses this room here to store stuff from time to time.”
She stops to look at her chrono. ”Well, I’ll leave you to it. Gotta get back to work. Come up and get your food when you’re ready. It was nice meeting you!” With that, Ursa turns and walks back the way she came.
The door opens revealing a stairwell leading down. Ursa continues speaking nonchalantly. ”Once the Jedi win this war, all will be right with the Republic again. Watch and see. I have faith in the Force.” As you all descend the stairs, you see an impossibly big subterranean room for the eatery above.
”We can certainly accommodate that, but later. For now, I have a promise to keep to my old friend Yoda. Do you know how many times he and I saved each other’s lives? Quite a bit. This is the least I can do for him.”
Ursa is relaxed as she leads you through a storage area in the back of her diner and then into her refrigerator room. Boxed food and various supplies line the cold walls as you feel the near frigid temperatures necessary to keep her them fresh. She moves a shelf easily out of the way revealing a hidden door behind. She types in a code into the security panel on the wall not trying to hide her movements.
Blue 6, make a Difficult DC 20 Roll to identify the Code and Memorize it. 1d20 + Relevant Stat + Relevant Skill + Relevant Power + Relevant Equipment.
“Greetings Space Marines. I am Primus of The Counsel. I am going to be brief. I would like to offer you a chance to join us. This is a one time offer. There will be no others. I make you this offer as you were once my brothers in arms, but make no mistake if you refuse there will be no quarter given. Your misguided allegiances dwindle as we speak. Every day more of you die and we are LEGION.”
“Make your choice or prepare for war. Either way, your essence will make us stronger.”
The female Nautolan looks up from her cooking and says, ”I’m Ursa Dogo. You must be Yoda’s Apprentice. He told me you would be coming.”
Ursa wipes her hands on her apron and signals to her assistants to take over. She leaves the kitchen and comes outside to stand with the both of you.
”What’s up with your Droid? Yoda said you would be alone.”
"It is my dear," Abin says as he settles comfortably into his seat. "Quite alright." The old man begins to blindly thumb around one of his many pouches. He skillfully pulls out a long wooden pipe, and some dry, green leaf. He grounds the leaf into the pipe with his thumb and then holds it up to his mouth. He then purses his lips and ever so gently blows out a small, quick stream of flame that ignites the leaf within. He takes a long drag of his pipe smoke and settles deeper into the chair.
"Today is the day I have been waiting for Mariel. It's the reason I settled in Angorok these past ten years."
Mariel's attention focuses fully on the elder Bard. She listens anxiously to what he might reveal, having always wondered about his mysterious past along with the others of the growing town.
This elder Bard, known to all as Abin Fz, has sat by this fire and regaled the townsfolk with stories of heroes distant and near. Many an eve would he tell the tales of heroes such as Drizzt Do'Urden, and Elminster Aumar, enrapturing his audience with the skills that only a true Bard has. Many a night would he speak of the Gods, and their fealty to Ao, the God above all, inspiring hope to all of the good folk wise enough to sit a moment, and listen to his tales.
Abin was also one of the driving forces behind her opening of the Inn of the Welcoming Fire, and has always been one of her most trusted friends, and patrons.
She sits down by the fire, her attention completely removed from her daily duties.
"Today," Abin says. "It all begins...
Mariel begins her day as she always does, with cleaning and preparing for the coming work of the day. The responsibility of owning the only inn and tavern in Angorok is quite a task at times, but Mariel loves her work. She feels blessed to use her skills and powers in this fashion. Bringing comfort to those who fight for good is a task that few are able to cope with.
This morning brings with it a cool breeze blowing down from the frozen north. Mariel Moonsinger, the elven owner and proprietor of the Inn of the Welcoming Fire, thinks twice before she opens the windows of the Tavern. She sighs knowing that the patrons who frequent her establishment will need the cool air to keep their moods comfortable.
She opens the windows, and gives thanks to the Goddess Sune for another beautiful day.