"Years of living on the run from the Emperor's spies have taught me how to cloak myself, and others, in the Force. While it does not actually make us invisible, it will permit us to pass by groups of soldiers undetected. As for my more... tactical applications of the Force, I am sufficiently well trained to adapt to many situations."
The days pass quickly and soon you are almost to Dagobah. As the ship drops out of hypserspace, alarms sound throughout the cockpit. Directly ahead, you can see a Marauder cruiser, and it's fighter escort. Four of the fighters peel off and are flying directly toward you.
"Damn, if we bug out now, we may never get another chance," Villian says. "Two of you grab the gun turrets, and the otherone grab the co-pilot seat. Everyone strap in, this is going to get bumpy."
Visas quickly heads for one of the turrets since he couldn't pilot his way out of a wet paper sack.
Veeta curses loudly as she becomes tangled in a loose flap of cargo netting on her way to the bridge.
"Bantha balls! V-9 - grab that other turret while I help Dance!"
concussion missile launcher.
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Virginity-9 quickly climbed into the other turret and powers it up. 1d20+9=23
"Hold on everybody, this is going to get bumpy," Villian announces as he cranks the engines to full power and power dives towards the planet.
Visas quickly flips on the turret's controls and takes aim at the nearest fighter, releasing a burst of fire.
Veeta drops into the seat next to Dance and starts scanning the controls.
"Let me know what I can do, Major."
Veeta drops into the seat next to Dance and starts scanning the controls.
"Let me know what I can do, Major."
Vissas finds his mark as the TIE fighter blossoms into flames. Virginity 9 also hits home. 1d20+4=15 Sparks fly from the TIE she hit, but it still mantains pursuit. Veeta misses, but the TIEs do drop back some after her shot. The TIE fighters open fire, two of them hiting the mark. The Blood Eagle's shields hold for the moment, but Major Dance grimly notes that another hit like that will bring them down.
"Hold on," Villian shouts. "I'm going to try a Wotan Weave." With that, the ship begins to spin and corkscrew, while still diving for the planet.
Visas lurches wildly as the ship heaves and spirals, but he steels himself against distraction and attempts to clear their tail.
Visas lurches wildly as the ship heaves and spirals, but he steels himself against distraction and attempts to clear their tail.
"Palpatine's wrinkled ass!" Veeta growls, pounding on the targeting display as she watches another pair of missiles fly off in the wrong direction. "Dance, either this damn computer is broken or that Jedi's putting everything on the fritz. I'd be better off opening up the aft hatch and throwing empty mess kits at those fighters."
Visas blows another TIE Fighter out of the sky. Unfortunately Virginity 9's guns jam and Veeta's aim is thrown off by the tricky manuever Villian pulled off. More laser blasts flash past the Blood Eagle but the complicated series of moves manage to keep them from hitting the ship.
Villian jams the thruster control as far forward as it will go. The Blood Eagle lurches forward with a speed that is unheard of for a ship this size. "Veeta, see if you can get those shields back up," he says as the Blood Eagle plunges into the planet's atmosphere.
"I'll, uh, get right on it," Veeta says, waiting til Dance looks away before frantically punching buttons and dials, finally banging on the interface with her fists.
"Er, I think that worked," Veeta says, in near shock as the display indicates a clear boost in shield power.
Visas reflexively gasps as the ship lurches forward but quickly steels himself, swiveling the turret around to continue firing at the pursuers.
V9 takes another shot at the approaching TIEs. Even though the shot misses, it is enough to persuade the TIEs to break off pursuit. As the Blood Eagle breaks through the cloud cover, you see nothing but swamp and jungle passing below you.
"Let's find a place to set down," Villian says. "If the Imps decide to land troops, I don't want to still be here."
"Agreed, though this is far more your area of expertise than mine."
"Is there anyway to camouflage the ship while we're away?" Veeta asks as she starts gathering her gear. "I'd hate to go off on this scavenger hunt and find our transport has been blasted from orbit. This swamp doesn't look like the kind of place you'd want to spend an extended vacation."
"Sorry, we don't have time to camouflage a ship this size," Villian says. "The good news is that Marauders aren't equipped for orbital bombardment. We should leave some one to man the guns in case the TIEs come back though."
"Any volunteers?"
"we better get moving, though. Has anyone downloaded the coordinates from that droid? I'd like to know how long a hike we're looking at."
"I'll stay behind," V-9 says.
"Alright then. Guess it's time to start slogging through this mess," Veeta says, hefting her carbine in a one-handed grip.
"I'll take point - Dance, you bring up the rear. Visas can stay in the middle and work his hocus pocus on us if we run into anything on two legs."
The Jedi shoulders his meagre equipment and follows the others.
"Alright, the droid's info says the location you want is about two klicks that way," Villian says. "Good luck."
"Let's move out then. V-9, you take up the rear and everyone keep your eyes open - the Imps may have landed a squad already, not to mention whatever slimy scumsuckers actually live in this place."
Veeta starts picking her way through the undergrowth in the direction of the coordinates, constantly scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble.
"Yes, let us move along. I have no desire to wait here for the welcoming party." Visas takes the hilt of his lightsaber in hand but does not ignite it. He follows closely behind Veeta, also keeping an eye out for danger.
Julhari accepts the order as wise and takes off her hat, slinging it over her back and putting on her helmet. She pulls out both Blaster Pistols, following the others and making sure to scan the jungle for any signs of non-native activity.
Perception Check. (1d20+7=15)
Stealth Check. (1d20+11=17)
The place is teeming with life which makes everyone a little jumpy, but no stormtroopers, or other enemies seem to be prowling around. After about two hours you reach the site that Artoo indicated. The place seems oddly sparse for a Jedi Master's home. The house consists of a simple hut, with no power or anything like it.
Visas raises a hand to signal the others to stop. He scrutinizes the immediate area, attempting to look into the Force to find the master they seek.
When they come to the clearing, Julhari hangs back at the perimeter so as to keep an eye on the area.
While V-9 keeps watch, Veeta starts searching through the hovel, looking for any evidence of electronics, hidden compartments or disguised code.
Visas raises a hand to signal the others to stop. He scrutinizes the immediate area, attempting to look into the Force to find the master they seek.
You only find a faint echo of Yoda in the Force. He is obviously no longer here. However, you also sense a powerful manifestation of the Dark Side.
While V-9 keeps watch, Veeta starts searching through the hovel, looking for any evidence of electronics, hidden compartments or disguised code.
Behind a lamp embedded in one wall, Veeta does find a hidden compartment with a code cylander inside.
"Either the Jedi master we are seeking is no longer here... or he is trying very hard to hide himself. I sense... something else as well. I sense the Dark Side nearby, though I cannot say where. Stay alert."
Behind a lamp embedded in one wall, Veeta does find a hidden compartment with a code cylander inside.
"Think this is what we're looking for?" Veeta asks, holding up a dusty code cylinder pried from the hut's mud wall.
"I don't know what kind of darkness Visas is sensing, but I don't particularly want to meet it - why don't we hoof it back to the ship and plug these codes into that R2 unit."