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And I am totally hijacking that as a full compliment. It was meant to be :) and hi there, Yorick! About the rest of the original players, you may consider sending a PM if you'd like to check for their presence: I only stumbled through Recruitment by chance, and others may not be checking these boards, especially since we don't get reminders in the My Campaigns page for inactive ones.
I'm still around: I don't know whether I'd like to keep Vadi as-is or rebuild her into something different, but I've been missing this game.
It was not a failure! It was lots of fun while it lasted, and there is no shame in admitting that Real Life comes first: the CR of real endeavours is far beyond any that can be found in Pathfinder.
Somewhat uncharacteristically, Vadi passes time in her bunk, meditating cross-legged. Since she realized her connection to the Force, she had grown increasingly reliant on it, something she felt ambivalent about. It was a wonderful feeling and a wonderful tool, but in her previous life she had learned that anything could be lost at a moment's notice.
Not now. I am not yet strong enough. But soon I will return to Nar Shaddaa as myself, rather than under a fake name, and set things straight with the Exchange. I will be strong and powerful, I will win and break the chains of my past. The Force shall set me free.
I don't remember if vibroblades were ever finalized, here are some weapon stats. If you don't want something with reach, maybe a Gamorrean War Axe could work?
Another of the characters in play here! I am an Eliciter, which is to say I twist minds, from charming Jedi Mind Tricks to fear and insanity. Mostly I'll act as buffer/debuffer. Doomed Hero, the PF Kineticist is on its own set of rules and I don't know how much GM Terrigan would like to mix it, but a Symbiat or a Telekinesis-focused Incanter can do lovely things with that sphere (with TK and Mind, one has to wonder if it was specifically built to make Jedis). And if you want to mix it with Spheres of Might you can do the Vector.
Level up summary:
Skills: +1 Bluff, Diplomacy, Intimidate, Force Use, Perception, Sense Motive, Stealth, Linguistics, Profession(gambler) New Language: Bothese Emotion: Joy, minor (can make an ally roll two d20s and pick the best result for 1 round)
Fourth or even a couple more could be advisable, yep.
Yeah, sounds like it was a full blackout for most of the site.
Vadi sighs, holstering the blaster, and goes back to meditation exercises. The Force could be an incredible weapon, powerful and subtle. How long did I use it unconsciously?
"Uhm, not really." says Vadi, trying to sense who is onboard. "I can somehow feel the minds of those near me, but I'm not yet good enough with the Force to feel others. Let's see what Le's up to and hope we weren't properly boarded."
No, I don't have any abilities allowing me to scout through the Force. It was more of a flavorful term for "being on high alert".
I'm alive! Technology rebelled against me but I'm here. I'll be full operative starting August 15 when I settle, but I'll do my best to update semi-regularly. About the game: currently Vadi's priority is to avoid being wasted by the bounty hunters: therefore, playing it a bit safer than useful. Should that situation resolve, her primary motivator is greed, looking for a payday. Secondarily, learning to master the Force. In my experience, sandboxes are incredibly hard to run in PbP anyway, also because we for get about Chekov Guns and loose threads as the posts increase in number. Some railroading is not always bad, to keep us in check.
"I can check, but, uhm, doesn't Zev value his privacy? Maybe he automated the doors to lock when someone hits, and a drunken worker just stumbled on us."
Word of warning: I'll be travelling and moving for the next few days, so my presence here will likely be spotty.
For what concerns me, you are more than welcome to return!
"Keep your cool until we are through, this may still be just a coincidence." "Don't believe that your inefficiency in this matter will go unnoticed." says Vadi coolly. "We did not come to Manaan for entertainment, drinks or otherwise" though I would really like to relax and see another planet, damn it! "we came for business. Myself, I shall be with the ship. " "You read my mind. I don't know which end of a hydrospanner to use, but I don't trust the local areas either. I'd rather run with you."
Vadi assumes a professional, almost haughty expression, fit for the representative of an import-export society, reciprocating the bow at a slighty more obtuse angle. "Meda Calanir, Detachment Chief Communication Executive and General Liaison for External Services. Me, my associates and this brick with propellers is scheduled for pickup of a cargo, the specifics of which should have already been sent to you. Assuming that the information got lost in bureaucracy as it often happens, here is a copy of the protocols."
"Of course, what'd be the point the point of being a communication officer if I didn't communicate? I'll have to buy better clothes, though. Something dignified. And in nicer colours."
Vadi sticks one of the ship's Medpacs at her waist, then double-checks all of her hidden weaponry. As the ship moves towards Manaan, her focus in on the simple rbreathing exercises that Hayden taught her, and trying to feel her surroundings with the Force.
"I feel the need to take a shower" says Vadi with a grimace "but it looks like it worked. Except for those leeches. But I'm surprised that there aren't smuggling compartments around this hunk of junk. Or maybe neither of us found them."
"Sir, yes sir!"
Vadi chuckles and sticks her tongue out to Kreshell. "Ah, fair enough."
"My name is Meda!" answers Vadi, shooting a poisonous glance as she approaches Kreshell. "Please, just... indulge me, alright?"
"Nobody would log the presence of a big pile of spare parts, if you ask me. Anyone handy enough with a hydrospanner to disassemble a droid in, uh, two minutes and fourtyfive?"
"Roger!" <Cruiser Austerity, this is freighter Spice Rush. Data is being transmitting, we are standing by for inspection. Spice Rush over.>
Patching the incoming message to the cockpit, Vadi answers noncommittally.
"Alright folks, if you have anything illegal, I suggest you hide it now and hide it well. And I'll be going by the name of Meda Calanir if anyone asks, though hopefully they won't. I think the pilot has the flight path to transmit?"
Take care! Comm officer sounds excellent to me, for the other duties I'll gladly aid anyone who wants, but I don't think I have the right skillz.
Vadi chuckles at Hayden's joke. "As ready as I'll ever be. I'll sleep a bit as well."
For a moment, a vivid memory plays in Vadi's mind. The slimy tentacles of a lecherous Quarren, the glimmer of a knife, Horeadash's look of surprise as he fell. Did the Force assist me in that? How much did I change already, then?
And at last, the question that had been running in her mind pops out. "Does it mean I'll learn to use a lightsaber?"
Urgh, I had a post up tonight but apparently it was eaten by the forum. I'll write it back when I have some free time.
"Uh, I- I need a drink."
Vadi's face is a mixture of terrified and shocked as her hand relaxes, pointing the blaster downwards. "Wait, what? But- but I can't be using the Force! I'd need to be some sort of Jedi, wouldn't I? I've grown up alone, never left Nar Shaddaa before, nobody taught me anything like that! I flatter, I bluff, but I never manipulated a mind... not consciously, at least. And- and isn't the Force about moving things and choking people? I never did something like that!"
Surprised but not unprepared, Vadi produces her blaster as Le approaches her. "Being threatened is not something I take kindly to." she growls. "Would you explain what got you so riled up or are you just that much of a psychopath that a question makes you grab a weapon? And what the hell are you speaking about? What sort of mind tricks?"
Alright, so:
"Hold on a second, Le, how did you know precisely? I didn't have an inkling and I'm usually good at reading people. How did you know he was a Jedi?"
"Alright everyone, we are tense and we are surprised, but let's take a breath and focus, yes? Unless I'm mistaken, we all got into this of our own accord, moved by whatever necessity moves everyone in this galaxy. Hayden didn't exactly keep this information to himself, did he?And a former Jedi could be helpful as ****, especially if he's as rational as he's been until now. Unless he's a Dark one. Are you?"
A thoroughly trained listener, Vadi perks up, looking at Hayden. "Your time with who? Did I mishear or are you a freaking Jedi?"
Hayden, is that small part of your speech understandable or just meant to pass over our heads?
"I'm mainly good with people." says Vadi with a smile. "I'm a good diplomat and a better liar, and I can generally convince people to do what I want. Also I play a good pazaak hand. I'm not too shabby in a fight, but that's not my forte, I prefer avoiding them."
"Well, good luck on getting people to stop stabbing themselves in the back long enough to actually do something. How long did it take until Czerka Corporation got their grubby hands on the project? They should call it the Telos Embezzling and Money Laundering project, I tell you what. It's bound to happen with every large project in the Outer Rim, at least unless the Republic somehow tightens its grip and wipes out the Exchange, the corrupt companies, and every kind of mafia these worlds have to offer. Which, needless to say, is impossible, because no government that large can keep track of its frontier territories. They just collapse."
Vadi decides to keep her bounty a secret for the moment. Unlikely as it is that anyone on the Spice Rush would want to bring her back to Nar Shaddaa, the sum is hardly negligible. "Charming woman. By the way, what's the deal with Telos? I know, war-scorched and all, but there's a frickload of other planets to settle that aren't such a huge money sink, are they?"
Turning green from azure as a wave of space nausea overtakes her at the deceleration, Vadi crawls to the cockpit from the chair she'd fallen asleep in. "Oh, is there a bounty on my head? Could be inconvenient if so. Oooh, maybe there's a price on everyone's head? Want to bet whose is greater? Fifteen credits say it's Zev's."
Having finished her chores for the tim being, Vadi sits in the common area, playing a few hands of pazaak against herself while discreetly eavesdropping on Kreshell's flirting attempt, not without a hint of jealousy. She's used at being the first one to be noticed and hit on.
Thank you, and I'm watching for any conversation I can add to. It was just to warn you in case I seem absent.
As everyone is doing their best to optimize the tough little ship, Vadi finds herself at a loss, never having been on a spacefaring vesel earlier. The time she isn't fighting motion sickness, she starts organizing the medbay, then cleaning and neating up every surface she can find until they're polished enough to act like makeshift mirrors.
If I post sporadically for this part, it's because, well, I have no technical skills. But rest assured I'm present and reading.
Brute force was never Vadi's MO. Her feet skid on the floor and she falls flat on her face when she tries to push the workbench. Pulling proves not better, as she can't even assist in lifting the heavy furniture.
"And I thought I had a hard life."
What do I know of those two races? |
