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T-dawg shovels some lightly spiced vegetarian omelet on to J.R.s plate as well.

T-dawg shovels food onto a plate for Klein, and as he brings it over to the table asks, awkwardly and nowhere near as conversationally as it sounded in his head, "So, ah, you here about the alien... monster... thing?"

As usual, T-dawg is up early despite the interrupted sleep. He does his morning exercises, then heads to the kitchen to cook up some breakfast for the gang before dawn prayers. As he enters the kitchen and sees Klein sitting at the table, he looks momentarily confused, but then shrugs and...

Happy to help. I'm currently trying to do something similar for Shadowrun, so keen to see what you come up with. Also keen to try this out at some stage, as I'm a massive SW fan and the group I play with are pretty hesitant to try anything that isn't D&D.

After ensuring that Marks is ok and helping him back to bed, T-dawg also heads back to bed, still in something of a stupor. He figures that no-one is going to want to talk to him - at least until Garvey arrives - so he might as well try and get some shuteye... if he can manage to keep tentacles...

Thinking about it a bit more, there probably isn't too much to do. Keep barbarian, rogue, fighter, create a jedi class as per above (and possibly keep both monks and warlocks as well), but strip out the other spellcasting classes. Maybe come up with a non-spellcasting bard/warlord/diplomat type...

I'd prefer option b) with subclasses. If I was doing it, I'd probably look to very heavily re-skin the Warlock and Monk. Warlock spellcasting seems appropriate (per encounter spellcasting seems more appropriate than daily, and even powerful force users like Yoda and Palpatine rarely seem to...

T-dawg helps Marks to his feet and - more carrying than supporting him - props him up on D0's bed to recover while keeping a wary eye on Feral. He listens to Cyril and Garvey's conversation (at least Cyril's half) intently.

Seeing the fight break out, T-dawg jumps to his feet, but doesn't immediately know who to back up. Before he can decide, Marks is already doubled over on the ground, so he moves to interpose himself between the two of them. "Ok, Feral, you've had your fun. That's enough now." Although his...

T-dawg listens without speaking, until JR mentions going back to jail, at which he nods. "I agree. Rather go back to the house than go on the run. Either I get my pardon, or I go back. I ain't running like some low-life criminal". It's odd how he spits out the word criminal, almost as if he...

When asked about the thing, T-dawg replies in the affirmative, "It sure looked dead the last time I saw it, but I can go check if you like?" Then, unless anyone asks him to check, he sits back and waits for the smart - and possibly crazy - people in the team to figure out what to do next.

T-dawg just watched the exchange, getting more and more uncomfortable but not knowing who to believe... for all he knew, they were both crazy. Still, Cyril did just get the group out of what might have been a lot of trouble... though if D0 is right... that might only be temporary. But far be...

T-dawg follows Feral in the hunt for Marks. Once they find him, he seems visibly upset about Esmerelda's fate, and he stands mutely staring at her body while Feral confronts Marks.

High is good: [roll0]

From now on D0 will be known as Misc. Otter...

T-dawg gets back to his feet, the pistol tucked into the back of his jocks completely forgotten. He follows Miller up the stairs, and waits to be escorted to his bunk here his licence is sitting in his pants pocket. I just realised T-dawg never got dressed, just throwing on a t-shirt. For the...

T-dawg gets back to his feet as well, looming over the officers and everyone else in the cramped basement space. He looks confused, but wisely decides against airing his doubts in front of the officers.

T-dawg obeys instructions and remains lying face down on the disgusting carpet.

Yay! Cyril saves the day! :)

T-dawg mutely gets down on the floor, hands behind his back as ordered. At which point, the firearm sticking out the back of his pants becomes immediately obvious.