Star Wars - Wrath of the Rebellion is now COMPLETED
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Dr Midnight
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After almost two weeks of sluggish (if not dead) activity, this thread will get a boost tomorrow when the group breaks into the base on Farlan-Eul.
Hatchling Dragon
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My own 2 coppers
Have you considered stringing your updates out over the course of the two weeks between games? That would not only give you more time to fill in detail and think over what you want to include/say, it'd keep the thread a bit more active between game sessions.
Just an idea. I like the notion of seeing bits 'n pieces of 'meatier' updates spread over a week or so as opposed to *thud* "Here's the update, see you in two weeks!" But of course opinions will vary.
Hatchling Dragon
Have you considered stringing your updates out over the course of the two weeks between games? That would not only give you more time to fill in detail and think over what you want to include/say, it'd keep the thread a bit more active between game sessions.
Just an idea. I like the notion of seeing bits 'n pieces of 'meatier' updates spread over a week or so as opposed to *thud* "Here's the update, see you in two weeks!" But of course opinions will vary.
Hatchling Dragon
Dr Midnight
Explorer
The plan was decided upon quickly. With a little preparation time on the others' parts, Dent flew the Surveyor down towards the core. As they drew nearer, the comlink crackled. "State your ID number."
Lexo leaned forward and eagerly said "54986-23A."
"What?!"
Dent whispered "You idiot, that's not a viable flight ID! That's an operating number!"
Lexo shrugged apologetically… then jumped back on the horse. He barked into the comlink. "Excuse me, officer, but would you like to explain to the Emperor himself just why you're attempting to curb the duties of the Grand High Inquisitor?"
The comlink sat silent for a moment. "Uh…"
"Of course you don't. We're docking… now give us a bay number or be reported."
"Docking Bay 3A. We will be pleased to receive you, of course." The officer was confused- but obviously unwilling to take the risk.
Dent switched the comlink off. "Good save," he said to Lexo. He turned to the others. "Are we ready?" He saw that they were. He landed the ship in Bay 3A and lowered the ramp. They walked down to meet the greeting officer and the six Stormtroopers he'd taken with him as an escort. Dent wore a gray Imperial Navy uniform. Uschi wore an old Imperial standard on her left sleeve. These were poor disguises when paired with Woonwooken's fanciful hair bow and R5-F6's bright yellow and green chassis… but T'ek was the crowning centerpiece. T'ek Nova wore a black cloak. His hooded eyes glittered menacingly. He seemed every inch an evil man.
The young officer spoke. "Welcome, Grand High Inquisitor. We…"
"Silence. What is your name?"
"Uh… Lieutenant Druscell, sir."
"I will conduct a thorough search of this station. Stand aside… you've wasted enough of my time already."
"My pardons, Grand High Inquisitor, but we have to verify-" The officer stopped speaking and began gasping for breath. He pulled at his collar and opened his mouth like a fish. T'ek's right hand was outstretched towards him.
"Lieutenant Druscell. Are you sufficiently convinced that I am an emirate of our lord Emperor Palpatine? I want to hear only one more thing from your purulent lips: The location of the data communications room." He released his grip on the officer's throat. The cowed Imperial caught his breath and ordered a Stormtrooper to escort their esteemed guests to the data hub.
They were led through long, winding halls. The right wall of the hall was blast-glass… this looked into an immense training area. Stormtroopers, everywhere, were filing in rank. They shot at humanoid target dummies. They marched. They stood and listened to orders, practicing for the day they would be out in the universe doing the Emperor's will. The sight was chilling. There must have been thousands of them.
The stormtrooper stopped at a door and it hissed open. They stepped inside. "You are free to leave, drone," T'ek said.
"Uh, sir?" The Jedi glared at the trooper, who swiftly left the room.
"Okay," Dent cracked his knuckles and began slicing into the computer. "R5, take a look around, will you?" The droid tweeted and entered the datahub's system. After a moment, he reported that this hub wasn't cleared to access the station's plans. It seems the destruction of the Death Star had taught the Empire to be more careful of where it stores its structural plans. "R5 says there are only a few hubs on the station with the plans. The closest one is about two hundred meters to the South."
Knowing full well that they'd be better off without having to answer questions as to their identities every time they passed someone by, it was suggested that R5 key in some alarms at various levels of the station. R5 bleeped. It took him only a moment to set off three high-priority alarms in the base. Red lights on the controlboard began flashing, and holoscreens popped up of the affected areas. "Good job," Zybor said. "Let's go."
Woonwooken grunted. Her eyes were glued to one screen in particular. Lexo followed her gaze, and saw it. A room full of wookiees wearing slave collars. They were all chained together in a barracks, roaring in fury at the alarms that rang over their heads. Lexo spoke softly. "R5, what room is that?"
After a moment, Dent translated his droid's binary speech for the others. "Wookiee detention area. It's a new program the Empire's initiating... they're trying to turn wookiees into Imperial Stormtroopers, or at least, slaves."
Woonwooken's jaws began foaming. She stared at the image. She clicked her tricaster's safety off- CHIK! Lexo smiled and said "Woonie and I will go and free the slaves. You guys go on and get those plans. Meet us back at the Surveyor in an hour. R5, can you shut off all security measures in the detention area?" In a moment, it was done.
T'ek, Zybor, Uschi, R5 and Dent went to the South to find the high-security datahub. Lexo and a very angry Woonwooken walked to the North, towards the wookiee detention area.
As the Jedi group walked, Ben Kenobi spoke within T'ek's mind. You're doing a marvelous job so far, my young padawan. With this cloak you're wearing, you really do appear to be a Sith lord, surveying his domain.
That's the idea, Master. They fear me.
Now, T'ek... disguising one's self is all well and good, but taking advantage of the power of fear is to slip a little too deeply into the role you're playing.
Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master.
I'll leave you alone, as you need to concentrate, no doubt.
Kenobi's voice silenced in T'ek's mind. They reached the door to the datahub. In the confusion of the alarms, the guards had been called off this door. The heroes opened the door and stepped straight inside. Dent plugged R5 into the mainframe and they began waiting while the little droid worked. There was a large window in this room as well, looking out on a larger room that swept out beneath them. It was another training area- but smaller. It was darkly lit, and curiously woven tapestries covered the walls. Some of them were emblazoned with common Imperial slogans. Others had words scrawled across them in twenty-foot high letters, all in red... HATE. ANGER. DESPAIR. CONFUSION. FEAR.
In this room were roughly thirty stormtroopers. They were standing still. Dent squinted and looked closer at the troopers. They didn't wear the regulation armor... Their helmets had a triangular facegrate set below the nose. The helmets looked not entirely unlike Darth Vader's own. Dent spoke. "What are these guys- and why are they just standing around?"
"They look like they're waiting for something," T'ek mused.
Uschi looked at him. "Waiting... for what?"
The black door at the other end of the training area opened.
MORE TO COME...
Lexo leaned forward and eagerly said "54986-23A."
"What?!"
Dent whispered "You idiot, that's not a viable flight ID! That's an operating number!"
Lexo shrugged apologetically… then jumped back on the horse. He barked into the comlink. "Excuse me, officer, but would you like to explain to the Emperor himself just why you're attempting to curb the duties of the Grand High Inquisitor?"
The comlink sat silent for a moment. "Uh…"
"Of course you don't. We're docking… now give us a bay number or be reported."
"Docking Bay 3A. We will be pleased to receive you, of course." The officer was confused- but obviously unwilling to take the risk.
Dent switched the comlink off. "Good save," he said to Lexo. He turned to the others. "Are we ready?" He saw that they were. He landed the ship in Bay 3A and lowered the ramp. They walked down to meet the greeting officer and the six Stormtroopers he'd taken with him as an escort. Dent wore a gray Imperial Navy uniform. Uschi wore an old Imperial standard on her left sleeve. These were poor disguises when paired with Woonwooken's fanciful hair bow and R5-F6's bright yellow and green chassis… but T'ek was the crowning centerpiece. T'ek Nova wore a black cloak. His hooded eyes glittered menacingly. He seemed every inch an evil man.
The young officer spoke. "Welcome, Grand High Inquisitor. We…"
"Silence. What is your name?"
"Uh… Lieutenant Druscell, sir."
"I will conduct a thorough search of this station. Stand aside… you've wasted enough of my time already."
"My pardons, Grand High Inquisitor, but we have to verify-" The officer stopped speaking and began gasping for breath. He pulled at his collar and opened his mouth like a fish. T'ek's right hand was outstretched towards him.
"Lieutenant Druscell. Are you sufficiently convinced that I am an emirate of our lord Emperor Palpatine? I want to hear only one more thing from your purulent lips: The location of the data communications room." He released his grip on the officer's throat. The cowed Imperial caught his breath and ordered a Stormtrooper to escort their esteemed guests to the data hub.
They were led through long, winding halls. The right wall of the hall was blast-glass… this looked into an immense training area. Stormtroopers, everywhere, were filing in rank. They shot at humanoid target dummies. They marched. They stood and listened to orders, practicing for the day they would be out in the universe doing the Emperor's will. The sight was chilling. There must have been thousands of them.
The stormtrooper stopped at a door and it hissed open. They stepped inside. "You are free to leave, drone," T'ek said.
"Uh, sir?" The Jedi glared at the trooper, who swiftly left the room.
"Okay," Dent cracked his knuckles and began slicing into the computer. "R5, take a look around, will you?" The droid tweeted and entered the datahub's system. After a moment, he reported that this hub wasn't cleared to access the station's plans. It seems the destruction of the Death Star had taught the Empire to be more careful of where it stores its structural plans. "R5 says there are only a few hubs on the station with the plans. The closest one is about two hundred meters to the South."
Knowing full well that they'd be better off without having to answer questions as to their identities every time they passed someone by, it was suggested that R5 key in some alarms at various levels of the station. R5 bleeped. It took him only a moment to set off three high-priority alarms in the base. Red lights on the controlboard began flashing, and holoscreens popped up of the affected areas. "Good job," Zybor said. "Let's go."
Woonwooken grunted. Her eyes were glued to one screen in particular. Lexo followed her gaze, and saw it. A room full of wookiees wearing slave collars. They were all chained together in a barracks, roaring in fury at the alarms that rang over their heads. Lexo spoke softly. "R5, what room is that?"
After a moment, Dent translated his droid's binary speech for the others. "Wookiee detention area. It's a new program the Empire's initiating... they're trying to turn wookiees into Imperial Stormtroopers, or at least, slaves."
Woonwooken's jaws began foaming. She stared at the image. She clicked her tricaster's safety off- CHIK! Lexo smiled and said "Woonie and I will go and free the slaves. You guys go on and get those plans. Meet us back at the Surveyor in an hour. R5, can you shut off all security measures in the detention area?" In a moment, it was done.
T'ek, Zybor, Uschi, R5 and Dent went to the South to find the high-security datahub. Lexo and a very angry Woonwooken walked to the North, towards the wookiee detention area.
As the Jedi group walked, Ben Kenobi spoke within T'ek's mind. You're doing a marvelous job so far, my young padawan. With this cloak you're wearing, you really do appear to be a Sith lord, surveying his domain.
That's the idea, Master. They fear me.
Now, T'ek... disguising one's self is all well and good, but taking advantage of the power of fear is to slip a little too deeply into the role you're playing.
Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master.
I'll leave you alone, as you need to concentrate, no doubt.
Kenobi's voice silenced in T'ek's mind. They reached the door to the datahub. In the confusion of the alarms, the guards had been called off this door. The heroes opened the door and stepped straight inside. Dent plugged R5 into the mainframe and they began waiting while the little droid worked. There was a large window in this room as well, looking out on a larger room that swept out beneath them. It was another training area- but smaller. It was darkly lit, and curiously woven tapestries covered the walls. Some of them were emblazoned with common Imperial slogans. Others had words scrawled across them in twenty-foot high letters, all in red... HATE. ANGER. DESPAIR. CONFUSION. FEAR.
In this room were roughly thirty stormtroopers. They were standing still. Dent squinted and looked closer at the troopers. They didn't wear the regulation armor... Their helmets had a triangular facegrate set below the nose. The helmets looked not entirely unlike Darth Vader's own. Dent spoke. "What are these guys- and why are they just standing around?"
"They look like they're waiting for something," T'ek mused.
Uschi looked at him. "Waiting... for what?"
The black door at the other end of the training area opened.
MORE TO COME...
Dr Midnight
Explorer
hellooo... got some story here, people...
I miss Horacio.
I miss Horacio.
Yes! The boards are working again! I can get my Story Hour fix! I can't tell you what it's like when I can't get a Story Hour update. I get cranky, mean and very put out.
Anyway, thanks for the update Doc, love the illustration. All I can say is *look out*, Woonwooken is on a tear.
Anyway, thanks for the update Doc, love the illustration. All I can say is *look out*, Woonwooken is on a tear.
