Star Wars - Wrath of the Rebellion
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Thanks everyone- some VERY cool roleplaying and Episode IV & I connections came through in the game.
Just added some pictures to the story, so takes a look.
Tsunami, that's not Watto (this one's greenish), but if you look closely, you'll see lots of movie connections in this session.
Lela- it wasn't intentional.
Horacio- more coming later today. Lots more interesting Garindan stuff, and of course... some action!
Just added some pictures to the story, so takes a look.
Tsunami, that's not Watto (this one's greenish), but if you look closely, you'll see lots of movie connections in this session.
Lela- it wasn't intentional.
Horacio- more coming later today. Lots more interesting Garindan stuff, and of course... some action!
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The group had seven hours to kill, so they separated and went about different errands. Uschi and Dent stayed in the hangar for a while. Dent began wiring together a device from an old comlink and a datapad. In theory, the device would transmit information across the air to be stored in a remote unit. The two then left R5 in control of the ship while they monitored the activity surrounding the Imperial garrison.
T'ek had been struck with a moment's inspiration, and took the zip speeder from the Surveyor's cargo area. He and Zybor-Jae sped across the Dune Sea. They covered three hundred kilometers in the blazing heat of Tatooine's twin suns. They got to where they were going, deep in tusken raider territory. Zybor said "T'ek, I'm sensing several creatures watching us from atop those giant plateaus…"
"Sand people. Don't worry about them. They won't attack. They fear us too much."
"Why?"
"Because we wear the brown robes, like the old wizard they couldn't destroy. This is where he lived." They stepped into the residence of the late Ben Kenobi. T'ek's master's home was dusty, but undisturbed. The sand people didn't have the courage to loot the place, even though he'd vanished long ago.
Zybor surveyed the abode. It was surprisingly simple, for a Jedi. The Jedi he'd known had sworn off possessions and wealth, but largely still lived in comfortable settings. "It's still hard for me to accept how much has changed since I've been away," Zybor said sadly. "I'm having a hard time believing Obi-Wan Kenobi lived here. He was one of the most talented among us. So- why did we come?"
"Mostly making certain there's nothing here he'd want us to have. He kept a good number of things here… let's have a look about." Zybor searched the other room, while T'ek looked in the one place he knew things to be. He opened a musty old chest by one wall and looked inside. This was where Master Kenobi kept his relics of the Old Republic. There wasn't much… some old robes, spare lightsaber pieces, an old carved piece of stone. The spare lightsaber he kept here was missing. He was about to give up when he moved a pile of robes at the bottom and found a thin black case. He picked it up and undid the latch. The case opened to reveal five rows of ten inky, pearlescent black spheres set in a delicate foam lining. The spheres were each about an inch in diameter. He plucked one out and examined it. He'd never seen anything like it before.
I was hoping you'd come for that someday. T'ek turned to find his master's form standing by the entrance. Master Kenobi smiled and stepped inside. That's an important artifact, now.
Master, what are they?
Place one atop the holoprojector and see, said the ghost as he sat on his old cot. T'ek did as he was told. He put the marble-sized sphere into the depression in the holoprojector, and watched in amazement as light expanded from the projector. Entire star systems floated about the room. Glowing spots of light- planets, stars, and comets- hung in the room's space around him. He moved through them, looking at the cast of the heavens. These are a part of the Republic's Jedi archives, Ben said. They were all but destroyed in the rise of the Empire. The Sith erased entire starcharts to make way for their own evil plans. Before the purge began in earnest, I managed to smuggle these fifteen archive orbs out, along with a few other trinkets. They're priceless.
Ben sighed as if the weight of the universe was upon his shoulders. You must take these with you. Give them to Skywalker, when he comes into his power. He will use them wisely. Your friend here can show him how to use them… He'll have used them. T'ek...
T'ek looked up from a supernova the size of a thumbnail to meet his master's gaze. Yes?
When the time comes to form the new Republic, Zybor-Jae must not be given a position of power among the Jedi.
It was as odd a suggestion as T'ek could have expected to hear. If Zybor had lived in the old Republic and known a life in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, how was he unqualified to govern as a member of the new council? Why, Master?
The Jedi Order as Zybor-Jae knew it was too sure of itself. It grew lazy. Through the overconfidence of the Jedi, the Sith found their way into power. Luke Skywalker will lead the new Jedi Order. The Jedi must begin anew- without someone who lived during the Republic giving way to the same old mistakes.
Yes, Master Kenobi.
May the Force be with you, T'ek. Ben faded from view. T'ek removed the small black globe from the holoprojector and placed it back inside the case. He clicked it shut. The comlink on his belt buzzed.
Dent's voice: "T'ek- are you there?"
The Jedi answered. "Yes. We're fine, coming back soon. Have you spoken to Lexo and Woonwooken? What are they up to?"
"I don't know- they went off to the casino to gather what information they can. By now, they're probably hip-deep in debt. I was going to check on them next."
Back in Mos Eisley, in the Lucky Despot casino, Woonwooken frowned down at her hand. She was never terribly lucky in gambling. She held a bum hand- called a "Jawa's chance" in the game of Sabacc. It was among the worst possible hands you could be dealt. The dealer eyed her with unease. The dealers here well knew the penalty for winning against a wookiee. He signaled to the pit boss and had some security men situated at the dark end of the room.
At another table, Lexo was merely pretending to gamble while trying to get as much information about the Imperial Garrison as he could. He wasn't having much more luck than Woonie was. One drunk patron told him everything Lexo had already known, and that was about the extent of his fortune. He answered his comlink with a sigh when Dent called.
"I'm here. We're playing Sabacc and fishing for information. No such luck, I'm afraid."
"Well, I just spoke to T'ek. He and Zybor are coming back soon. We'll be meeting Uschi's contact again in about three hours, so take your time."
"Gotcha. I think we'll do a little more..." Lexo was interrupted by the sound of a Sabacc table being violently tipped forward, followed by a furious wookiee roar. Patrons of the casino scattered, dealers hid behind their tables. Lexo ran over to Woonwooken, who was apparently very upset over losing yet again.
The security men at the sides of the room drew their holdout blasters and yelled "Get out! Leave!"
Lexo was surprised that they'd rather order Woonie out of the casino than take her into custody... but then, what wiser man would have a full-blown melee with an enraged wookiee on the casino floor? "All right, C'mon, Woonie... let's go. Collect your winnings, and we'll just get out of the nice casino." Woonwooken looked at him and understood. She scooped up a wookiee-sized handful of her "winnings", and the two darted out through the exit. As the ran, Lexo reached up and scratched her head affectionately. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?"
MORE TO COME...
T'ek had been struck with a moment's inspiration, and took the zip speeder from the Surveyor's cargo area. He and Zybor-Jae sped across the Dune Sea. They covered three hundred kilometers in the blazing heat of Tatooine's twin suns. They got to where they were going, deep in tusken raider territory. Zybor said "T'ek, I'm sensing several creatures watching us from atop those giant plateaus…"
"Sand people. Don't worry about them. They won't attack. They fear us too much."
"Why?"
"Because we wear the brown robes, like the old wizard they couldn't destroy. This is where he lived." They stepped into the residence of the late Ben Kenobi. T'ek's master's home was dusty, but undisturbed. The sand people didn't have the courage to loot the place, even though he'd vanished long ago.
Zybor surveyed the abode. It was surprisingly simple, for a Jedi. The Jedi he'd known had sworn off possessions and wealth, but largely still lived in comfortable settings. "It's still hard for me to accept how much has changed since I've been away," Zybor said sadly. "I'm having a hard time believing Obi-Wan Kenobi lived here. He was one of the most talented among us. So- why did we come?"
"Mostly making certain there's nothing here he'd want us to have. He kept a good number of things here… let's have a look about." Zybor searched the other room, while T'ek looked in the one place he knew things to be. He opened a musty old chest by one wall and looked inside. This was where Master Kenobi kept his relics of the Old Republic. There wasn't much… some old robes, spare lightsaber pieces, an old carved piece of stone. The spare lightsaber he kept here was missing. He was about to give up when he moved a pile of robes at the bottom and found a thin black case. He picked it up and undid the latch. The case opened to reveal five rows of ten inky, pearlescent black spheres set in a delicate foam lining. The spheres were each about an inch in diameter. He plucked one out and examined it. He'd never seen anything like it before.
I was hoping you'd come for that someday. T'ek turned to find his master's form standing by the entrance. Master Kenobi smiled and stepped inside. That's an important artifact, now.
Master, what are they?
Place one atop the holoprojector and see, said the ghost as he sat on his old cot. T'ek did as he was told. He put the marble-sized sphere into the depression in the holoprojector, and watched in amazement as light expanded from the projector. Entire star systems floated about the room. Glowing spots of light- planets, stars, and comets- hung in the room's space around him. He moved through them, looking at the cast of the heavens. These are a part of the Republic's Jedi archives, Ben said. They were all but destroyed in the rise of the Empire. The Sith erased entire starcharts to make way for their own evil plans. Before the purge began in earnest, I managed to smuggle these fifteen archive orbs out, along with a few other trinkets. They're priceless.
Ben sighed as if the weight of the universe was upon his shoulders. You must take these with you. Give them to Skywalker, when he comes into his power. He will use them wisely. Your friend here can show him how to use them… He'll have used them. T'ek...
T'ek looked up from a supernova the size of a thumbnail to meet his master's gaze. Yes?
When the time comes to form the new Republic, Zybor-Jae must not be given a position of power among the Jedi.
It was as odd a suggestion as T'ek could have expected to hear. If Zybor had lived in the old Republic and known a life in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, how was he unqualified to govern as a member of the new council? Why, Master?
The Jedi Order as Zybor-Jae knew it was too sure of itself. It grew lazy. Through the overconfidence of the Jedi, the Sith found their way into power. Luke Skywalker will lead the new Jedi Order. The Jedi must begin anew- without someone who lived during the Republic giving way to the same old mistakes.
Yes, Master Kenobi.
May the Force be with you, T'ek. Ben faded from view. T'ek removed the small black globe from the holoprojector and placed it back inside the case. He clicked it shut. The comlink on his belt buzzed.
Dent's voice: "T'ek- are you there?"
The Jedi answered. "Yes. We're fine, coming back soon. Have you spoken to Lexo and Woonwooken? What are they up to?"
"I don't know- they went off to the casino to gather what information they can. By now, they're probably hip-deep in debt. I was going to check on them next."
Back in Mos Eisley, in the Lucky Despot casino, Woonwooken frowned down at her hand. She was never terribly lucky in gambling. She held a bum hand- called a "Jawa's chance" in the game of Sabacc. It was among the worst possible hands you could be dealt. The dealer eyed her with unease. The dealers here well knew the penalty for winning against a wookiee. He signaled to the pit boss and had some security men situated at the dark end of the room.
At another table, Lexo was merely pretending to gamble while trying to get as much information about the Imperial Garrison as he could. He wasn't having much more luck than Woonie was. One drunk patron told him everything Lexo had already known, and that was about the extent of his fortune. He answered his comlink with a sigh when Dent called.
"I'm here. We're playing Sabacc and fishing for information. No such luck, I'm afraid."
"Well, I just spoke to T'ek. He and Zybor are coming back soon. We'll be meeting Uschi's contact again in about three hours, so take your time."
"Gotcha. I think we'll do a little more..." Lexo was interrupted by the sound of a Sabacc table being violently tipped forward, followed by a furious wookiee roar. Patrons of the casino scattered, dealers hid behind their tables. Lexo ran over to Woonwooken, who was apparently very upset over losing yet again.
The security men at the sides of the room drew their holdout blasters and yelled "Get out! Leave!"
Lexo was surprised that they'd rather order Woonie out of the casino than take her into custody... but then, what wiser man would have a full-blown melee with an enraged wookiee on the casino floor? "All right, C'mon, Woonie... let's go. Collect your winnings, and we'll just get out of the nice casino." Woonwooken looked at him and understood. She scooped up a wookiee-sized handful of her "winnings", and the two darted out through the exit. As the ran, Lexo reached up and scratched her head affectionately. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?"
MORE TO COME...
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