The Force is with Kanwarr. His bowcaster bolt blows Travis' evil head apart, spattering Torren with gore.
Though there is likely to be much rejoicing at the death of Travis, there is however the small matter that the two of you are still falling quite rapidly into the Shadowlands and with visibility close to zero, death could come before you even see it...
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 11:34 pm Post subject:
Plunging his lightsaber to the hilt in the now dead commanders chest, Torren glides using the body to slow his decent as he pulls out his Ascension gun. As Kanwarr catches up to him, he secures the cable to his belt and says "Hey Big guy, grab onto me a hold tight. Lets hope this thing works..."
After Kanwarr gets his large arms around Torren and he secures the cable to his belt, Torren aims for the trunk of the tree he's been moving toward, trying to hit it so they stop a short drop from a lower branch on the tree...
For a moment it seems like nothing has happened, then you feel the cable go taut, almost ripping your arm off. Luckily you manage to ignore the pain, hang on to the cable gun, and swing into the side of the tree that the cable hit.
That causes you to lose your grip... and fall all of three feet onto a branch that is almost as wide as Kanwarr is tall.
After laying there in some considerable pain for a few minutes, you feel Arrisa in the Force; screaming as she pushes for the last time to give birth to your daughter.
Knowing that she is safe gives you the will to carry on, even though it is nearly three kilometres back up to Rwookrrorro.
Before you and Kanwarr can begin your ascent, it might be very wise to spend some time using the Force to heal some of the injuries that you sustained in your crazy and heroic efforts to rid the galaxy of the monster that was Travis...
Some hours later, you both make it back to Rwookrrorro, where Blake and Hrabacca greet you warmly, then start laying into you for a few seconds for being so crazy.
Once that is over, Blake takes you over to the hut where Arrisa and the baby are.
Arrisa looks tired but she has that wonderful maternal glow to her.
“Look, Katarine, honey” she says, gently turning baby Katarine around so that she can see you both.
“It's your crazy daddy and even crazier uncle Kanwarr. They were so scared of watching me give birth to you that they went sky diving out of a giant tree. Yes they did. Ok, no they didn't. They were chasing a very bad man. Are we happy to see them though? Are we? Yes we are”
Through the Force, it's obvious that she's just so glad you're alive.
"Come on, daddy. Come and say hi to our daughter"
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 9:49 pm Post subject:
Smiling broadly and beaming with joy through the Force, Torren heads for the bed but stops after a few paces. "I should clean up a bit first." he says while looking down on the dirt, blood and grime that covers him.
After a few minutes of undressing a bit and washing up, Torren finally takes his newborn daughter in his arms. "She's beautiful... wow..." is all he can mutter as he holds her, lost in her eyes.
Episode IV - Treachery, Faith, and the Smugglers' Moon
It is a time of optimism for the Alliance. The death of the evil Commander Travis and the birth of a new Jedi Order have brought hope to the galaxy. With the rebuilding efforts on Naboo and Kashyyyk complete, and the Alliance going from strength to strength, it seems that the Empire's days are numbered...
Unfortunately, the sinister Darth Shadus has other ideas. While the Imperial Fleet clashes with the force of the Rebellion across the galaxy, the Dark Lady of the Sith unveils a plan for a terrible weapon that can burn all life from a planet...
Horrified by the prospect of such a weapon, Moff Annor Synnott; the Corellian Governor has absconded with all the data on it that he can find and fled to Nar Shaddaa. Seeking to secure his safe defection to the Alliance, former-Senator Franik Antilles has entrusted his retrieval to Captain Blake and the Jedi...
You are all aboard the Torren's brand new ship as it emerges from hyperspace near Nar Shaddaa. Any forward-facing viewports or monitors will show a depressing grey planet that could almost be said to be dead if not for the way freighters and transports of all sizes buzz around it like flies on a corpse.
The Smugglers' Moon is home to criminals of all types, and though incredibly dangerous, it has often been a convergence point for refugees fleeing the wars that have spanned the galaxy over the millennia.
Even from orbit, you get a sense in the Force of desperation covering the planet. A different kind of oppression to that of the Empire, but one just as evil.
These last few minutes before Torren and Blake bring the ship in for a landing are likely the last peace you will know for some time...
(the briefing)
A few hours ago, back on Naboo, Senator Antilles of Alderaan called the six of you, and Blake, to an office in Alliance Intelligence's headquarters on Naboo.
“Thank you for coming so promptly” he said in a voice that managed to project compassion and authority at the same time, nodding to each of you in turn. “Especially you, Torren. A new baby is a great blessing, but they can consume far more time and energy than we expect” This drew a knowing smile from Blake.
“Anyway, to business. We have received word that an Imperial Moff has fled his post and is looking to defect. We don't know all the details as to why; only some rumours of a weapon 'too terrible to comprehend'”
He paused for a moment to let that sink in.
“Despite the Empire's best efforts at hushing this up, we know that Moff Synnott is the one who has gone missing, taking some extremely valuable data with him”
That name drew a hiss from Blake, and anyone else who remembered the quashing of the Selonian protests two years ago.
“An old friend of Hrabacca reported seeing the fugitive Moff earlier today in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa” Antilles continued, “He was making some discrete but fruitless enquiries about finding someone who could safely deliver him to us. As of ten standard minutes ago, he was still alive but fearing for his life and likely being actively hunted by bounty hunters and Imperial agents. It is imperative that we get him and his data back here as quickly as possible. For that reason, I am asking the seven of you to retrieve him. Here is a datapad containing everything we have on Moff Synnott and the area of Nar Shaddaa where he was seen”
He passed the datapad to Blake.
“Good luck, and may the Force be with you”
On your way out, he seemed to remember something, throwing a cylinder to Blake, which he easily caught.
“Oh, and Captain. Don't lose that. Mission budget. Fifteen thousand; don't spend it all on sweets”
The datapad contains, among other things, up to date holo-images of Moff Synnott; a pale-skinned human male in his late fifties to early sixties. His hair and beard were already grey, and cropped close. While diminished slightly by age, his build is healthy enough as though he keeps healthy enough not to be dismissed as a spoiled aristocrat. His slate-grey eyes burn with a fierce intellect.
Other information includs the co-ordinates of the cantina where we was last seen; near the border between the areas of Nar Shaddaa known as Spacer's Row and the Forgotten Sector.
Intel on the area is limited, but the Forgotten Sector is known to be rough even by the standards of Nar Shaddaa, and a good place to get lost in... and not always in the good way.
All of a sudden, you become aware of rain. A sustained heavy fall of rain that seems worse between the high buildings you find yourself in the shadow of.
The rain bounces back off the ground and from irregular piles of refuse, further assaulting you with the odours of decay that were already fairly pervasive.
You are in a dark alley... yes I know darkness means nothing to a Miraluka but you can see that regular illumination is practically non-existent between these buildings.
The Force compels you to explore, all-but pushing you along the first alley and into another.
Here you find something approaching shelter, and a group of furtive teenage boys stood under it. One of them glows softly with power.
The glowing boy hands a box over to one of the others, in exchange for a wad of credits.
One of the boys moves as if to open the box but is forestalled by the glowing boy.
“You don't need to check it” he says with a subtle hand gesture, “You trust me completely”
“Yeah, sorry” the other boy says, “I know you're good for it. Thanks, man”
The glowing boy nods graciously, and makes another subtle gesture.
“You'd better hurry and get that out of here” he suggests with just the right combination of concern and urgency.
“Yeah, we don't have any time to lose” the boy holding the box agrees, leading the rest of his coterie up the alley that you just came down, and leaving the glowing boy alone.
You wonder why the Force is showing you this, and where the boy is, when a sense of dread begins to form around you. You feel a powerful hunger from something behind you. A hunger that is dangerous and predatory.
“Fascinating” a voice says from behind you. A perfectly ordinary adult male voice exhibiting harmless curiosity.
Of course the source of the voice is anything but harmless, or ordinary. A man in a hooded cloak appears to melt out of the darkness, almost melting through you. A man, who through the Force looks like a great black pit of unimaginable depth and containing impossible terrors in those dark depths.
“You can just... wave your hand, and make people think whatever you want?” the dark man asks, still exhibiting only mild curiosity.
“You didn't see anything” the glowing boy says firmly, subtly waving his hand and preparing to leave.
He doesn't get to leave.
The dark man can gesture too, and he does.
The boy is instantly pushed back three feet and pinned against the wall behind him.
“Oh I really think I did” the dark man replies, his voice echoing malevolently.
“I saw you use something that I want”
“The only thing you want is to let me go” the glowing bow insists, pushing out with all his power but to no avail.
The dark man points with his right index finger.
“Not until I get what I came for” he declares, and then his finger begins to move.
A deep cut appears on the boy's forehead, racing across in time to the movement of the dark man's finger.
Agonised screams fill the area, drowning out the rain as blood spatters from the lengthening wound. The dark man is cutting the boy's head open!
And then, as suddenly as you arrived in this place, you find yourself back on the ship...
Deep in meditative trance, Jayce is centering himself before the mission. Like he was trained to do. Like he always does. Rocks spinning, datapad floating, a chair turned upside down. He ignores it all even as he holds it all together. He sits in the center. The center of the room. The center of his heart. The center of the universe.
His allies burn brightly, even as they go about their activities. Rontos among lesser beings. Like being at home.
The moon is a great beacon in his mind's eye, burning brighter still. Calling out to him with a million voices. But they hold no power over him. For he is the center of all things.
Cruix stirs out of his rack and reaches out with the force for his canteen of water. He takes a long drink and then tries to clear his mind. Physically exhausted, even as he just emerges from sleep.
"These visions are getting more intense ... I have to be more careful. I cant find the time to even rest it seems. Maybe some more training then perhaps?", Cruix thinks to himself.
He lays out his mat and enters a Force Trance. Reaching through out the ship with the force Cruix picks up his training from where he left off.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:18 pm Post subject:
Bringing his new ship around and readying it's decent to Nar Shaddaa, Torren can't help but smile as he says "Blake, I'm telling you, this baby is going to be an awesome ship... She might not be much to look at now, but just wait until I'm done with her. A one ship wreaking crew that's going to be prefect for us."
Blake smiles at Torren's comment.
"We do seem to cause a lot of mayhem where we go, don't we?" he muses.
"This ship has a lot of potential but it's too big of a target for Arrisa to be comfy in. Motherhood suits her, but she's a fighter pilot at heart. Trust me, Torren. First thing you want to look at is putting a hangar bay on this baby for her X-Wing"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:08 pm Post subject:
Chuckling, "I hear ya Blake and I've already been thinking that exact same thing... To tell the truth, that A-Wing spoiled me, I really want to have something like that for myself. I'd rather it be a little more heavy on arms and armor, something like the X-Wing but an interceptor."
Taking a moment to look at the readouts & info on the planet coming in, then continuing "Anyways, that lower cargo hold is more then big enough for two starfighters. Arrisa's and, maybe someday, one that suites my tastes."
Fully armed and ready, Jayce comes strolling into the cockpit, looking fresh and ready for the trials ahead. Walking forward, he leans over to look out the view port to see the teeming landscape of Nar Shaddaa for the first time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 8:55 pm Post subject:
"I'm about to bring her down now, have a seat." Torren says, motioning to one of the seats by the cockpit's sensor console. Jokingly, he adds "Now the real question is where to land... last I was here, this place was a mess when it came to landing."
Jayce, you remember pretty much what's in the book about Nar Shadaa being divided into territories by the Hutts and other crimelord & gangs, as well as the all-pervasive presence of the black market (so much so that there is almost no "white market" to speak of).
Also, from the datapad, you remember that the Alliance's contact last saw Moff Synnott in a cantina near where the area known as "Spacer's Row" borders the so-called Forgotten Sector, and that given the urgency of this mission, we should probably set down as close to that area as we can.
Kistra walks through the ship to find Torren. She says "I have a question for you, can we go somewhere private?"
She leads Torren back to her quarters. Once there she says "Look, I need to explore. I am going to go off on my own for a bit and explore the galaxy. I never knew all this was out here."
She blushes shyly and turns back to him "Look, I've been attracted to you since we first met. I know this might not be the best time, but, want to have some fun before I leave?"
With that she slowly unzips her shipsuit to reveal smooth shiny undergarments..
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