Star Wars: Republic and Empire (IC)
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OOC: Cade? Isn't it Wes?
Though Wes tries to help her out, Rosa still can't see a clear way through.
OOC: Sorry, even with a +2, the dice don't like Rosa's attempts at Stealth. Currently at 3 successes, 2 failures, and one missing Jedi.
Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
Storm looks at Rosa's attempts and decides it's time to do something. He picks up a small rock, hurls it up into the air and then grabs it with the force and sends it flying to the bushes on the other side of the guard.
OOC: UtF to move light object to create a diversion.
OOC: UtF to move light object to create a diversion.
Storm bounces a rock off into the distance with the Force, drapes a very minor illusion around it, and the sentry goes chasing after it just long enough for you all to move up to the next safe point. (natural 19 on Storm's UtF check = 34)
(7 successes, 1 failure)
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Zenith was flying escort on Taelros; with one E-Wing down to mechanical trouble, she had been drawn up from the ground squad. She was more at home in a starfighter than in a lightsaber duel, but for some reason she'd had a lingering feeling of uneasiness since she took off from the planet's surface.
She was standing in some sort of chamber, lightsaber drawn. A strange white-haired boy faced her, his Sith-red blade clashing with hers. The others who had been in the ground party seemed to be around the edges of her vision. At least, Storm and Wes and the Exec did. Perhaps another figure she did not recognize. But there was no sign of Istara there.
Zenith had no real talent for farseeing, but she would have sworn that was the dominant path, that anything that did not lead to the scene she saw would lead to disaster.
"Lieutenant!" The wing commander's voice shouted over the comm. "Just what kind of flying do you think that was?"
(7 successes, 1 failure)
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Zenith was flying escort on Taelros; with one E-Wing down to mechanical trouble, she had been drawn up from the ground squad. She was more at home in a starfighter than in a lightsaber duel, but for some reason she'd had a lingering feeling of uneasiness since she took off from the planet's surface.
She was standing in some sort of chamber, lightsaber drawn. A strange white-haired boy faced her, his Sith-red blade clashing with hers. The others who had been in the ground party seemed to be around the edges of her vision. At least, Storm and Wes and the Exec did. Perhaps another figure she did not recognize. But there was no sign of Istara there.
Zenith had no real talent for farseeing, but she would have sworn that was the dominant path, that anything that did not lead to the scene she saw would lead to disaster.
"Lieutenant!" The wing commander's voice shouted over the comm. "Just what kind of flying do you think that was?"
Zenith shuddered as the vision broke and she realized she was drifting out of formation.
"Sorry!" she blurted, correcting her course. Then, because ultimately she trusted her instincts, and messages from the Force were rarely as clear cut as that had been, she added "Sir, I have to go back down to the planet and join the others. I know the patrol schedule is limited right now, but I have to be there."
"Sorry!" she blurted, correcting her course. Then, because ultimately she trusted her instincts, and messages from the Force were rarely as clear cut as that had been, she added "Sir, I have to go back down to the planet and join the others. I know the patrol schedule is limited right now, but I have to be there."
