Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi

[Shayuri]

(Ouch...would it be worth using a Force Point to modify that, do y'all think?)

 

[possum]

By all means, make a roll.

 

[Shayuri]

(result: 3 ... The Force is so not with me. :-( http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1185004 )

 

[Dire Lemming]

(Unfortunaitely, Yeshua was created with the understanding that there were too many consulars and therefor being another one would be rather redundant, as well as leaving us a bit weak in the combat department. So all his abilities are geared towards combat... And relying on Ambrus to do the heavy thinking.


AMBRUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!!)

 

[Rhun]

As they near the pirate at the boarding ramp, Anariel waves her hand toward the man, drawing upon the Force. "Our friend here is injured. Let us board the ship, and forget what you saw here..."



Affect Mind: 20

 

[possum]

"Yes, I can see that she's injured now," the guard says with a slightly befuddled voice. "Not that serious though. Probably could just use some rest in her quarters. Come in." The guard then watches as two of his colleagues support a third into the ship and then promptly relegates that information to the part of his brain that stores his parent's first com-frequency.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Yeshua sighs in relief. "Good job Anariel... I need to practice that more." He whispers, as he looks around the area they've just entered.

 

[Shayuri]

Kestrel nods emphatically.

"So much still to learn," she says quietly. "And here we are."

 

[Rhun]

"We should find a place to conceal ourselves on this vessel." Anariel looks around, hoping to find a nearby computer access point. "Perhaps I can download a ship schematic."

Computer +9. She should be able to download a ship schematic fairly easily, and then we can determine a place to hide.

 

[possum]

You walk through the ship now, your injury distraction now ready to be dropped as you assume the role of one of the pirates assigned to guard the ship and act as reserves in case the system's army decides to--as two crew members passing by say--"act like a bunch of kriffing idiots again."

It takes a while to find an accessible computer terminal and not long after that to pull up a schematic of the vessel you're in. The only place that seems to be a good hiding place for the three of you is a small custodial closet near the engines of the ship. From what you can interpret, a larger one was built years ago and this one has fallen into disuse.