Rusted, But Not Dead (A Star Wars CK2 quest)

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Winter Survival
Roll: 80 +6 +10[Scavenger] +15[Perception] = 111
Success: 30/50

The snow that buries the camp is easy to handle. What you don't shovel clear, you turn to freshwater and filter for drinking, making sure to store some more for later. The cold snaps that freeze your traps in layers of ice are carefully solved with a steady hand, the long dark nights are kept at bay by fire and will and the power of a shuttles indoor heating. All of which make your winter pass in a comfortable, if not still eventful, time.

What's interesting is that even in the darkest, coldest, days of winter, you feel… Content. Safe. The quiet, which you know could make a person paranoid or lonely, is instead relaxing, and even helps with your practice meditating when you take it up.

Strange.

Trait [Ice in your Veins](+5) acquired.
Meditation success increased by one rank.

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Ruins of a fight [CIS/Republic]
Roll: 42 +7 +15[slicing] +10[Scavenger] +10[Splicers Console] +5[Mechanics Tools] = 89
Success: 90/140

The first droids you hack and slice into are all the basic B-1 model. Grunts. Foots soldiers. Fucking cannon fodder. It wasn't that they didn't have a mission log or anything, but more the fact that the mission was fucking corrupted. Why? Because the B1 droids were cheaper than the blasters they had carried. And as such, their short term memory databases were all decayed from the weather and time spent in the forest. While most of the droid brains are only useful if you decided to wipe them for a new project, you can make use of the rest of them.

The B2's aren't any better off in the research department. The combat systems and firing algorithms are far more advanced, but they were fresh units. No mission history, no log of actions and commands. From what you can pull from their computers, they were activated by a different droid, one of three OOM series command droid. Which had managed to escape the ambush that you had found with another dozen droids? The only thing you managed to find was that there was a direction they were heading… but the droids couldn't tell you which way. Cause they had no actual navigation database.

"What a waste of time."

Task Failed!

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Kath Hound diplomacy (2)
Roll: 63 +10 +15[Instinct] = 88
Success: 60/100

"Hold!"

You sat on the log with a focused expression, one hand held up in a fist, while the other held up a long rib bone with a chunk of meat still on it. Before you, the hound was sitting at attention, its horns and spines directed at the meat in your hand, its long furred tail slowly swinging back and forth like a metronome, its eyes locked on the still glistening chunk of a fresh rib from a type of grazing animal you had found in a trap earlier.

Speaking up, the familiar deep baritone that you always slipped into for the tongue of Zabraki rang forth, as you commanded the hound as you tossed it the steak. "Eat."

The word had sent the hounds ears twitching as it lunged up and snatched the rib from the air, pinning it to the ground as it gnawed the meat off the bone.

Near both of them, the long wide firepit that had been used for larger animals had the grazing animal and several smaller furred vermin on a spit, which you twisted every few moments to rotate the meat. The heat from the cooking trough was nice though, and you had long since stripped to only a light shirt, your leather jacket resting behind you, as you worked both the spit of the fire and trained the hound in some basic commands, using ribs and spare bones as very useful motivators.

The hound was all but at your side constantly now, only leaving you be on days that you were focused on other tasks, or on the inside of the shuttle. Whenever you spent time sitting out and keeping watch on the fire, the lean and dangerous hound came to keep you company.

At this point, you were gonna need to name it something,

Kath Hound Diplomacy (3) unlocked!
Next round will open Vote for Kath Hound Name
Success on (3) will unlock the Hounds Character Sheet.

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Exercise and Train: Engineering
Roll: 13
Success: 50/80/95

You blinked, before reaching up and pulling the soot-covered goggles from your eyes, feeling the warm layer of ash across the skin of your face.

Sitting on the workbench, was the now cracked and half-melted form of the shuttles most damaged leaky fuel cell. Which apparently had enough residue to almost explode.

Well. You needed to do more research apparently.

[Engineering] trait locked until more resources to learn from are acquired.

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Exercise and Train: Meditation
Roll: 54
Success: 50/80/95

You stretched in the cool early morning air, as you wandered out to stroke the fire pit back to a soft burn. The cool sharp air of winter, the soft sounds of the forest around you, the crackle of flame. As the world seemed to be sleeping around you, the cold keeping the usual noises of birds and animals at bay, you sat on the wooden log you used as a bench, legs crossed as you breathed in slowly. You remembered your mother would do this when she had a job or a decision to make. She could sit, and just relax, letting her mind go clear.

In the cold of winter, you tried to reach that same clarity. As thoughts raced through your mind, you began to settle them, shifting and clearing your focus so that your thoughts could pass through like leaves on the wind, each noted and remembered.

Like the wind, drawing the leaves forward, your instinct drove you forward.

Like a hunter, preparing for the first kill, your mind sharpened your intent.

As you sat there, your breathing slowed, and you began to slowly unwind and focus.

[Meditation](+10) acquired (Raised from +5 by Winter Survival)

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Ship Repair (3)
Roll: 80 +6 +10[Scavenger] +10[Star Seeker] +5[Mechanics Tools] = 111
Success: 100/140

It took most of the winter to finish, much of it having been spent carefully rebuilding and cleaning out each thruster array. Finally, with the end of winter coming closer, you flipped the switch.

The last few drops of fuel in the system were drawn into the engine, burning up as it flared to life, and for a few seconds, the shuttle's thrusters fired on their lowest setting, the metal floor lifting for just a few centimeters, before turning off and winding down.

Your eyes were screwed to the diagnostic readout and you clenched a fist as you waited for the results.

"Come on…. Come on...."

A flicker of the screen updating, and the page refreshed.

Your eyes darted from data point to data point, seeing comparisons to the ships original maintenance data.

"No failures… no degradation?" a tab through the menus left you smiling. It was makeshift, and it wouldn't last forever, but for a year alone in the woods with barely the right tools for the job? You were damn proud of yourself.

"It works…. IT WORKS!" you threw your head back in laughter. "WE HAVE FLIGHT!"

Ship Repair (3) complete
CIS Sheathipede is now flight capable.
Would you like to name your ship? (vote next round)
Fuel makes the Universe go round Must be completed to unlock Flight to Davenport

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And with this, the end of the first year comes to a close!
Also, would someone roll me a 1d100

You know, I'm actually gonna do this now, instead of with the next quarters votes

Name your ship and dog.
[]dog
-[]Sarras
-[]Kaz (clever in Zabraki)
-[]write in (please keep it short and one word note, the hound is a male.)

[]ship
-[] The Scavenger
-[] A Lucky Hunt
-[] Orphans Wing
-[] write in