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Ragboy Presents: Artifacts of Oros, a Star Wars d20 Story Hour (updated 06/29)
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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 1642552" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p><strong>Note: </strong> After this update, I'm going to my weekly schedule of posting on Sunday night. Thanks to the two vocal readers and any others that might be out there... </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=</p><p></p><p>Rann’s heart beat in his throat. Dietre weaved out of his attack with a confidence and grace that only attested to her skill. His hands shook slightly and breathing quickened. </p><p></p><p>“You fear me, young one,” Dietre said, her mouth open to reveal sharp white teeth. “I like that.” </p><p></p><p>Her roundhouse caught him in the side of the head and her lightsaber tried to take it off. Stars exploded across his sight as he backed away. Rann fought for his life, barely deflecting her blows that seemed to come faster and faster. The tattoos scrawled themselves across the dark Jedi’s neck and chest like arcane writing. Ancient, evil things took shape and dissipated. In the story writing itself on her pale pink skin, he saw his own death, impaled by her lightsaber. His breath came in gulps and strength began to ebb. </p><p></p><p>###</p><p>“The center of a Jedi’s grasp of the Force is the breath,” Master Wei-Lun said. </p><p></p><p>The master thumped Rann on the chest, hard, and the apprentice collapsed, gasping. </p><p></p><p>“Cut off the air supply and all the body struggles to regain it, to the exclusion of all else.” Wei-Lun circled his apprentice who now took great gasps of air. “Now, stand!” he barked. </p><p></p><p>Rann leapt to his feet, wavered, and then fell. </p><p></p><p>“Too much breath and the brain is fuddled, unfocused.” Wei-Lun threw his chest out. “Breathe with your entire body. Slow and steady. This is control.” </p><p>###</p><p></p><p>Rann glanced off the dark Jedi’s blade into the wall and breathed with his whole body. His sight cleared instantly, and the Force flowed around him. His backslash took her topknot. </p><p></p><p>“I am through with you, pup,” Dietre snarled, the smell of her singed hair wafting across him. </p><p></p><p>Rann jammed his lightsaber in a measured thrust, sensing her dodge and easily pulled his blade up to deflect her over handed slash. </p><p></p><p>“Not by a long shot,” Rann said, calmly.</p><p></p><p>A blaster bolt slammed into the wall over his head, and he ducked and circled. He could see Toba and Arani firing up the corridor into Spoke 31. </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>The first shots from the battle droids took them by surprise. </p><p></p><p>“Down, Toba!” Arani yelled, whirling and returning fire. She could see the blast door into the spoke was melted through and battle droids filed through firing. </p><p></p><p>Toba scrambled into the docking bay and fell prone, pulling his blaster pistol. Super heated bolts sizzled through the doorway, exploding on the walls, floor and the Polestar.</p><p></p><p>“They shooting the ship!” Toba called, firing into the lead droid and knocking it into sparking pieces. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t care about the ship just now,” Arani called, blasting covering fire as she scrambled into a maintenance trench inside the bay. “Get over here!” </p><p></p><p>Toba half crawled, toward the trench, and then shrieked in pain, tumbling onto his companion. </p><p></p><p>“I’m hit,” Toba wailed, untangling himself from Arani. </p><p></p><p>“Get off me, you big slimy lug,” she yelled, pulling a det canister from her belt. “This should hold them.”</p><p></p><p>She flung the canister, and it bounced once then exploded in the knot of battle droids. Droid parts cascaded into the docking bay, but more droids moved into the hallway behind them, firing as they went.</p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>“You have a pure power in the Force that I have not encountered before,” Hanjo growled, calmly walking the perimeter of Sia-Lann Wezz’ reach. “I see why he wants you.”</p><p></p><p>“Who?” Sia-Lann said, trying to control her fear. She could feel a jolt of anxiety from her opponent at the mention of his master and a fleeting image danced across her thoughts. “You fear him more than your own death.” </p><p></p><p>“Who does not fear their master?” Hanjo said, executing a strike as graceful as the Dance of the Wings during a Naboo Equinox festival. </p><p></p><p>This she dodged, and then struck low at the man’s legs. Just as gracefully, he flipped over the blow and danced out of her range again. </p><p></p><p>“He wants you for that power, you know,” Hanjo said, and she felt envy from him. “He says that you could be his true apprentice.” </p><p></p><p>“All this talk is enlightening, Hanjo, but more about you than me.” Sia-Lann circled him, looking for an opening. “I know that you will not kill me, or that you fear ‘him’ enough not to. I also know that you fear me. Why do you fear me?”</p><p></p><p>Hanjo’s placid face broke into a grimace, and he projected the Force, suddenly, pushing Sia-Lann through the air. She slammed backwards into a mobile terminal, scraping her back and legs as she pitched over it. She heard the clink of her lightsaber skittering away and she sat up shaking the stars from her head. The bulky man was over the terminal with a roar and she snatched her lightsaber with the Force, ignited it and blocked his crazed slash. Both Hanjo and Sia-Lann rolled to their feet, the former staring dumbly at the smoking stump where his arm once was. </p><p></p><p>The explosion knocked them both off their feet. </p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>Dietre’s lightsaber bounced wildly off of Rann’s, always interposing at just the right angle. He could feel the anger and frustration building in her. Just as Master Wei-Lun had taught him, the anger of one’s enemies always undid them. He flipped over her shoulder, avoiding the sizzling blade by inches and kicked out, sending the dark one sprawling, but she was up like a cat. Dietre’s blade sliced into his upper arm and Rann grunted. Too late he felt her project the Force at him and suddenly, he was on his back with the dark Jedi’s blade hovering a finger’s breadth from his nose. His lightsaber lay out of reach. The quiet hum of her blade was all he could hear, though the flashes of battle raged all around him. </p><p></p><p>“You were almost a worthy opponent, young one,” she growled, a smoking furrow decorating the left side of her face. “But this is the moment when all the best become nothing.” </p><p></p><p>He saw the streak of flame before he heard it, appearing out of the docking bay door. A hot dot skimmed the floor, and then a ball of white fire expanded with a roar. </p><p></p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>Arani fired another shot, splashing another droid into pieces. Bolts sizzled past her head. She checked her load: Two shots left. Her ammo belt was empty.</p><p></p><p>“Toba, do you have more power packs?” she called over her shoulder. </p><p></p><p>“No, no,” Toba said, blasting away. “Using the last one.” </p><p></p><p>A two-droid team appeared at the far end of the hallway. One knelt with a tube on its shoulder while the other manipulated the butt end of the weapon. </p><p> </p><p>“Down, Gungan, down!” Arani screamed, jerking the floppy-eared amphibian into the trench. </p><p></p><p>A det-rocket streaked down the hallway exploding on the steel flooring in front of the trench. Arani felt white hot shrapnel cut through the back of her jacket, and the world went black. </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 1642552, member: 4151"] [B]Note: [/B] After this update, I'm going to my weekly schedule of posting on Sunday night. Thanks to the two vocal readers and any others that might be out there... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Rann’s heart beat in his throat. Dietre weaved out of his attack with a confidence and grace that only attested to her skill. His hands shook slightly and breathing quickened. “You fear me, young one,” Dietre said, her mouth open to reveal sharp white teeth. “I like that.” Her roundhouse caught him in the side of the head and her lightsaber tried to take it off. Stars exploded across his sight as he backed away. Rann fought for his life, barely deflecting her blows that seemed to come faster and faster. The tattoos scrawled themselves across the dark Jedi’s neck and chest like arcane writing. Ancient, evil things took shape and dissipated. In the story writing itself on her pale pink skin, he saw his own death, impaled by her lightsaber. His breath came in gulps and strength began to ebb. ### “The center of a Jedi’s grasp of the Force is the breath,” Master Wei-Lun said. The master thumped Rann on the chest, hard, and the apprentice collapsed, gasping. “Cut off the air supply and all the body struggles to regain it, to the exclusion of all else.” Wei-Lun circled his apprentice who now took great gasps of air. “Now, stand!” he barked. Rann leapt to his feet, wavered, and then fell. “Too much breath and the brain is fuddled, unfocused.” Wei-Lun threw his chest out. “Breathe with your entire body. Slow and steady. This is control.” ### Rann glanced off the dark Jedi’s blade into the wall and breathed with his whole body. His sight cleared instantly, and the Force flowed around him. His backslash took her topknot. “I am through with you, pup,” Dietre snarled, the smell of her singed hair wafting across him. Rann jammed his lightsaber in a measured thrust, sensing her dodge and easily pulled his blade up to deflect her over handed slash. “Not by a long shot,” Rann said, calmly. A blaster bolt slammed into the wall over his head, and he ducked and circled. He could see Toba and Arani firing up the corridor into Spoke 31. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The first shots from the battle droids took them by surprise. “Down, Toba!” Arani yelled, whirling and returning fire. She could see the blast door into the spoke was melted through and battle droids filed through firing. Toba scrambled into the docking bay and fell prone, pulling his blaster pistol. Super heated bolts sizzled through the doorway, exploding on the walls, floor and the Polestar. “They shooting the ship!” Toba called, firing into the lead droid and knocking it into sparking pieces. “I don’t care about the ship just now,” Arani called, blasting covering fire as she scrambled into a maintenance trench inside the bay. “Get over here!” Toba half crawled, toward the trench, and then shrieked in pain, tumbling onto his companion. “I’m hit,” Toba wailed, untangling himself from Arani. “Get off me, you big slimy lug,” she yelled, pulling a det canister from her belt. “This should hold them.” She flung the canister, and it bounced once then exploded in the knot of battle droids. Droid parts cascaded into the docking bay, but more droids moved into the hallway behind them, firing as they went. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- “You have a pure power in the Force that I have not encountered before,” Hanjo growled, calmly walking the perimeter of Sia-Lann Wezz’ reach. “I see why he wants you.” “Who?” Sia-Lann said, trying to control her fear. She could feel a jolt of anxiety from her opponent at the mention of his master and a fleeting image danced across her thoughts. “You fear him more than your own death.” “Who does not fear their master?” Hanjo said, executing a strike as graceful as the Dance of the Wings during a Naboo Equinox festival. This she dodged, and then struck low at the man’s legs. Just as gracefully, he flipped over the blow and danced out of her range again. “He wants you for that power, you know,” Hanjo said, and she felt envy from him. “He says that you could be his true apprentice.” “All this talk is enlightening, Hanjo, but more about you than me.” Sia-Lann circled him, looking for an opening. “I know that you will not kill me, or that you fear ‘him’ enough not to. I also know that you fear me. Why do you fear me?” Hanjo’s placid face broke into a grimace, and he projected the Force, suddenly, pushing Sia-Lann through the air. She slammed backwards into a mobile terminal, scraping her back and legs as she pitched over it. She heard the clink of her lightsaber skittering away and she sat up shaking the stars from her head. The bulky man was over the terminal with a roar and she snatched her lightsaber with the Force, ignited it and blocked his crazed slash. Both Hanjo and Sia-Lann rolled to their feet, the former staring dumbly at the smoking stump where his arm once was. The explosion knocked them both off their feet. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dietre’s lightsaber bounced wildly off of Rann’s, always interposing at just the right angle. He could feel the anger and frustration building in her. Just as Master Wei-Lun had taught him, the anger of one’s enemies always undid them. He flipped over her shoulder, avoiding the sizzling blade by inches and kicked out, sending the dark one sprawling, but she was up like a cat. Dietre’s blade sliced into his upper arm and Rann grunted. Too late he felt her project the Force at him and suddenly, he was on his back with the dark Jedi’s blade hovering a finger’s breadth from his nose. His lightsaber lay out of reach. The quiet hum of her blade was all he could hear, though the flashes of battle raged all around him. “You were almost a worthy opponent, young one,” she growled, a smoking furrow decorating the left side of her face. “But this is the moment when all the best become nothing.” He saw the streak of flame before he heard it, appearing out of the docking bay door. A hot dot skimmed the floor, and then a ball of white fire expanded with a roar. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Arani fired another shot, splashing another droid into pieces. Bolts sizzled past her head. She checked her load: Two shots left. Her ammo belt was empty. “Toba, do you have more power packs?” she called over her shoulder. “No, no,” Toba said, blasting away. “Using the last one.” A two-droid team appeared at the far end of the hallway. One knelt with a tube on its shoulder while the other manipulated the butt end of the weapon. “Down, Gungan, down!” Arani screamed, jerking the floppy-eared amphibian into the trench. A det-rocket streaked down the hallway exploding on the steel flooring in front of the trench. Arani felt white hot shrapnel cut through the back of her jacket, and the world went black. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [/QUOTE]
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