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Star Wars The Last Hope: Rebooted, Restructured! (A CK2/Adventure Quest)

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Magoose said:
[]Lustful: Controlled by a desire for passion and flesh, this person has extreme difficulty controlling themselves around someone they find attractive. (+25% Fertility, -2 to Diplomacy, +2 to intrigue, Special Actions Available On adventure)
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You know, I want to pick this specifically because I'm curious as to how the hell we became that as a Jedi.
 
[] Plan Knight in Sour Armor
-[]Diligent: You are a hard worker. When you set your mind to something, you will complete it. (+1 to all stats except personal combat. +5 to an action overlooked.)
-[]Patient: You were always one to sit and wait... and see what happens (+1 to all stats, +5 to personal Combat rolls)
-[]Brave: This person will face their fears, and keep going into the jaws of hell. (+2 to martial and Personal combat, +1 to diplomacy. +5 to personal combat rolls during adventures.)
-[]Erudite: If there was one thing you loved, it was knowledge, and teaching those who want to learn. (+2 to learning, +10 to learning rolls. Special actions available on adventures)
-[]Cynical: There is nothing that will make you believe in any more than your own power. (+3 to intrigue, +10 to deceit rolls, +10 to detecting lies on adventures)
-[]Stubborn: You will never give up on what you have your mind set on something. (If you fail a roll, you get a reroll, but it suffers a -10 penalty. Bonus not applicable on adventures)
-[]Soresu (Form 3): The pure defense form, good for blast deflection and other wielders of. (+5 to Personal Combat. +20 to defensive rolls when fighting blaster wielding opponents, +10 to defensive rolls fighting lightsaber wielding opponents.)
-[]You were a Warrior: You were born to wield a lightsaber. Your body has been trained for battle, using force and blade alike. When conflict erupted, you were there to face it. (You are a Jedi Battlemaster with a Martial education)

"I heard someone say once that "The galaxy is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the latter."

This would kind of be a mix of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Rahm Kota, taking the better traits from both. Kenobi's patience and diligence and Kota's raw tenacity.
 
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[] Plan Knight in Sour Armor
-[]Diligent: You are a hard worker. When you set your mind to something, you will complete it. (+1 to all stats except personal combat. +5 to an action overlooked.)
-[]Patient: You were always one to sit and wait... and see what happens (+1 to all stats, +5 to personal Combat rolls)
-[]Brave: This person will face their fears, and keep going into the jaws of hell. (+2 to martial and Personal combat, +1 to diplomacy. +5 to personal combat rolls during adventures.)
-[]Erudite: If there was one thing you loved, it was knowledge, and teaching those who want to learn. (+2 to learning, +10 to learning rolls. Special actions available on adventures)
-[]Cynical: There is nothing that will make you believe in any more than your own power. (+3 to intrigue, +10 to deceit rolls, +10 to detecting lies on adventures)
-[]Stubborn: You will never give up on what you have your mind set on something. (If you fail a roll, you get a reroll, but it suffers a -10 penalty. Bonus not applicable on adventures)
-[]Soresu (Form 3): The pure defense form, good for blast deflection and other wielders of. (+5 to Personal Combat. +20 to defensive rolls when fighting blaster wielding opponents, +10 to defensive rolls fighting lightsaber wielding opponents.)
-[]You were a Warrior: You were born to wield a lightsaber. Your body has been trained for battle, using force and blade alike. When conflict erupted, you were there to face it. (You are a Jedi Battlemaster with a Martial education)

"I heard someone say once that "The galaxy is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the latter."

This would kind of be a mix of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Rahm Kota, taking the better traits from both. Kenobi's patience and diligence and Kota's raw tenacity.
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Welp you're getting my vote for using my favourite trope.
 
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Eh, mine picked Cynical over Proud and Soresu over Djem So/Shien. Given we're starting out in the clusterfuck that is Mandalore, we might want to look a bit more at survivability than offensive power, at least for now.
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The best defence is a good offence. They can't stab you when you're stabbing them!
 
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-Looks at the multiple examples of Obi-Wan surviving and countering people who tried to do that to him-
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All things considered, Soresu is overall a great form. Like I said earlier though, I'm wanting to get away from anything that I've seen done previously. And Juyo is blatantly ignored in almost any quest alongside Ataru. So Juyo is what I'm sticking with.
 
For all we know, Jango Fett was born in the era of the Old Republic and got swapped out with Canderous. C-3PO replaced with HK! Padme is now Empress and Sith Lord! Obi-Wan and Anakin are the same however, obviously.
 
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None Canon Omake: The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 1 by Rictus
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    • Omake: The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 1

    Jedi Temple, Coruscant
    43 BBY

    "I've been told by several acquaintances of mine that you have been making inquiries among the Judicial Forces. Asking for training. Campaigning for expansion of the armed forces."

    Korim grudgingly glanced up from his datapad at the familiar voice as the door opened. The tall, thin form of his former Master loomed overhead, imposing but not intimidating. Years ago, he would have been a comforting sight for a troubled mind. But now, all Korim wanted was to be left alone.

    The Firrerreo nodded and responded simply, "I have."

    Yarael Poof's face morphed into a small frown. He pulled out a chair on the other side of the table and gingerly settled his large form into what must have been an uncomfortably small seat. Neither Jedi spoke for a few minutes. Yarael took the time to look around at the small room, eyeing the weaponry on the walls. The two had not shared personal quarters for several years, not since Korim's Knighting. Though his suite had space for a Padawan learner, it remained empty. For some reason, it had never quite seemed the right time.

    Korim was the one that broke the silence, "Isn't there some crisis for you to be resolving?"

    "Perhaps. But I am not so busy that I cannot check in on my former Padawan, am I?" The Councillor replied.

    "I'm fine," The younger Jedi brusquely insisted.

    "Are you?" Yarael asked. It was obviously a rhetorical question as he continued to speak, "Young Kota says you have been avoiding your friends."

    Korim paused. Had he? He knew he'd been busy with the inquiries, but he didn't think it was that much. He'd gone on studying streaks that had lasted for days before. After a moment, a grimace replaced his blank expression. If Kota was worried enough about it to go to Master Poof, then maybe it was.

    "I had hoped you had begun to heal, but I see your injuries still trouble you," His Master commented, giving him the look. Korim knew it well from his days as a Padawan. It always made him feel like Yarael was trying to peer beneath his skin.

    "Those healed a long time ago, like they always do," Korim stated. Firrerreo were notoriously difficult to injure for long as most wounds healed near instantly. He'd taken more blaster bolts, flamethrowers, and blade strikes than he could count at Galidraan, but none had hit his head or heart. By the end, he had been wearing more rags than clothes.

    "I was not referring to injuries of the body, Padawan. Troiken and Galidraan have left their marks upon you that are plain to see for those who know how to look."

    Korim grimaced again, but he knew that being stubborn about it would serve no one. He started slowly, "Neither of them should have happened. Stark should never have been able to gain the power that he did, not if the Republic was working as it should have. Senator Tarkin was overzealous, even fanatical, there is no denying that. But," He paused, chewing on his lip," But I believe he had the right idea at its core. We saw it at Troiken. We saw it again at Galidraan. The Judiciary Forces are not enough anymore. The Republic needs a military again. An actual military, I mean, not a glorified security force with outdated vessels."

    The Council Master took the small tirade in stride, allowing the younger Knight to vent his frustrations, "But that is not what is actually troubling you, is it?"

    The Firrerreo was silent again for a long pause. He then started and stopped several times before he managed to get the words out in a quiet monotone, "No. No it is not. The fact that they happened at all does not bother me as much as how badly the Jedi handled them. At Galidraan, there was no investigation into the truth until after the blasters fell silent. Just a slaughter. We are not a military, but we're being used like one. We don't have the training, the experience, or the numbers to survive it. We are given missions we are not prepared for and we are losing more Jedi every year because of it."

    "I see," Yarael said simply, "And what will you do to rectify this?"

    He was always like this. There was never a lecture, but always there were questions. Then there were the subtle hints and guidance.

    "Train," Korim answered just as simply. He paused before continuing, "But not with the Jedi."

    When Yarael raised an eye ridge, the Firrerreo quickly elaborated, "I don't mean leaving the Jedi. Being a Jedi is my life," He took a deep breath and sighed, "But despite what Madame Jocasta says of the Archives, all the wisdom in the galaxy does not lie with the Jedi alone. And I'm afraid that we've forgotten that since the last Sith War. Jace Dallin proved that to me on Troiken."

    After a moment of hesitation, Korim uncovered the datapad he had been reading so closely before the Master had sat down, sliding it over to him. As the screen lit up, it revealed an application for a military academy.

    "Corulag. One of the best, and most prestigious, military academies in the Republic," The Quermian took a moment to scrutinize it closely, "Though I do have to ask why you falsified your personal information."

    "As a Jedi, I'd be treated differently from a regular cadet by both the instructors and the other students, intentional or not," Korim answered easily, "It would ruin what I was trying to do."

    "Understandable," Yarael nodded hesitantly before drawing attention to something else, "I see that you have an endorsement from Commander Wilhuff Tarkin for this endeavor."

    "Thankfully, the younger Tarkin is much more...agreeable than his uncle," Korim replied, "Once I explained my intentions, he was all but happy to help. Despite his uncle's fall from grace, the Tarkin name still carries weight in military circles."

    "Indeed," The Jedi Master's face was carefully blank, "And what do you intend to do afterwards?"

    "Bring back what I've learned to the Temple," Korim declared, "The galaxy is becoming more chaotic and dangerous and the next generation of Jedi need to be ready to face it. I would propose Leadership and strategy classes. Mandatory if I can manage it, voluntary if not. I dislike that I see this as necessary, but I won't see more Jedi die simply because they were unprepared for the reality of our time. Pray for peace, prepare for war."

    Yarael was quiet again for a long while. To Korim's disbelief, the Jedi Master was actually fidgeting with the datapad in his hands.

    "I do not appreciate the fact that you went behind the backs of the Council to arrange this," He finally said, "Sifo-Dyas' influence, no doubt."

    Korim opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by a raised hand.

    "But despite that, I...cannot see fault in your reasoning or your course of action," Yarael admitted reluctantly. Despite being one the greatest swordmasters of the Order, the Quermian was a renowned proponent of non-violence. To have him admit to such was nearly mind-boggling. As such, Korim stayed quiet out of shock as his former Master continued, "The Jedi have grown...detached, perhaps too much. Perhaps this will be the first step to healing. Both for you and for the Jedi."

    Long, delicate fingers typed into the datapad before he set it back on the table, "As such, I will also endorse your efforts. You will attend Corulag Academy under my authority. But be aware that you will be watched closely. If you are found out to be a Jedi during your tenure, you will return to the Temple immediately."

    Korim's mouth opened and closed a few times, "Master...I..." He finally settled on a small smile, "Thank you."

    Yarael gave a smile of his own, "But while you are there, I have something for you to study. I think you are ready for the responsibility. Tell me, have you ever heard of the art of Battle Meditation?"

    A/N: Korim is a character I used for an RP that just kind of died off suddenly. He appeared in another RP based off that one as a Jedi survivor of Order 66.
     
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    • Rictus said:
    Omake: The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 1

    Jedi Temple, Coruscant
    43 BBY

    "I've been told by several acquaintances of mine that you have been making inquiries among the Judicial Forces. Asking for training. Campaigning for expansion of the armed forces."

    Korim grudgingly glanced up from his datapad at the familiar voice as the door opened. The tall, thin form of his former Master loomed overhead, imposing but not intimidating. Years ago, he would have been a comforting sight for a troubled mind. But now, all Korim wanted was to be left alone.

    The Firrerreo nodded and responded simply, "I have."

    Yarael Poof's face morphed into a small frown. He pulled out a chair on the other side of the table and gingerly settled his large form into what must have been an uncomfortably small seat. Neither Jedi spoke for a few minutes. Yarael took the time to look around at the small room, eyeing the weaponry on the walls. The two had not shared personal quarters for several years, not since Korim's Knighting. Though his suite had space for a Padawan learner, it remained empty. For some reason, it had never quite seemed the right time.

    Korim was the one that broke the silence, "Isn't there some crisis for you to be resolving?"

    "Perhaps. But I am not so busy that I cannot check in on my former Padawan, am I?" The Councillor replied.

    "I'm fine," The younger Jedi brusquely insisted.

    "Are you?" Yarael asked. It was obviously a rhetorical question as he continued to speak, "Young Kota says you have been avoiding your friends."

    Korim paused. Had he? He knew he'd been busy with the inquiries, but he didn't think it was that much. He'd gone on studying streaks that had lasted for days before. After a moment, a grimace replaced his blank expression. If Kota was worried enough about it to go to Master Poof, then maybe it was.

    "I had hoped you had begun to heal, but I see your injuries still trouble you," His Master commented, giving him the look. Korim knew it well from his days as a Padawan. It always made him feel like Yarael was trying to peer beneath his skin.

    "Those healed a long time ago, like they always do," Korim stated. Firrerreo were notoriously difficult to injure for long as most wounds healed near instantly. He'd taken more blaster bolts, flamethrowers, and blade strikes than he could count at Galidraan, but none had hit his head or heart. By the end, he had been wearing more rags than clothes.

    "I was not referring to injuries of the body, Padawan. Troiken and Galidraan have left their marks upon you that are plain to see for those who know how to look."

    Korim grimaced again, but he knew that being stubborn about it would serve no one. He started slowly, "Neither of them should have happened. Stark should never have been able to gain the power that he did, not if the Republic was working as it should have. Senator Tarkin was overzealous, even fanatical, there is no denying that. But," He paused, chewing on his lip," But I believe he had the right idea at its core. We saw it at Troiken. We saw it again at Galidraan. The Judiciary Forces are not enough anymore. The Republic needs a military again. An actual military, I mean, not a glorified security force with outdated vessels."

    The Council Master took the small tirade in stride, allowing the younger Knight to vent his frustrations, "But that is not what is actually troubling you, is it?"

    The Firrerreo was silent again for a long pause. He then started and stopped several times before he managed to get the words out in a quiet monotone, "No. No it is not. The fact that they happened at all does not bother me as much as how badly the Jedi handled them. At Galidraan, there was no investigation into the truth until after the blasters fell silent. Just a slaughter. We are not a military, but we're being used like one. We don't have the training, the experience, or the numbers to survive it. We are given missions we are not prepared for and we are losing more Jedi every year because of it."

    "I see," Yarael said simply, "And what will you do to rectify this?"

    He was always like this. There was never a lecture, but always there were questions. Then there were the subtle hints and guidance.

    "Train," Korim answered just as simply. He paused before continuing, "But not with the Jedi."

    When Yarael raised an eye ridge, the Firrerreo quickly elaborated, "I don't mean leaving the Jedi. Being a Jedi is my life," He took a deep breath and sighed, "But despite what Madame Jocasta says of the Archives, all the wisdom in the galaxy does not lie with the Jedi alone. And I'm afraid that we've forgotten that since the last Sith War. Jace Dallin proved that to me on Troiken."

    After a moment of hesitation, Korim uncovered the datapad he had been reading so closely before the Master had sat down, sliding it over to him. As the screen lit up, it revealed an application for a military academy.

    "Corulag. One of the best, and most prestigious, military academies in the Republic," The Quermian took a moment to scrutinize it closely, "Though I do have to ask why you falsified your personal information."

    "As a Jedi, I'd be treated differently from a regular cadet by both the instructors and the other students, intentional or not," Korim answered easily, "It would ruin what I was trying to do."

    "Understandable," Yarael nodded hesitantly before drawing attention to something else, "I see that you have an endorsement from Commander Wilhuff Tarkin for this endeavor."

    "Thankfully, the younger Tarkin is much more...agreeable than his uncle," Korim replied, "Once I explained my intentions, he was all but happy to help. Despite his uncle's fall from grace, the Tarkin name still carries weight in military circles."

    "Indeed," The Jedi Master's face was carefully blank, "And what do you intend to do afterwards?"

    "Bring back what I've learned to the Temple," Korim declared, "The galaxy is becoming more chaotic and dangerous and the next generation of Jedi need to be ready to face it. I would propose Leadership and strategy classes. Mandatory if I can manage it, voluntary if not. I dislike that I see this as necessary, but I won't see more Jedi die simply because they were unprepared for the reality of our time. Pray for peace, prepare for war."

    Yarael was quiet again for a long while. To Korim's disbelief, the Jedi Master was actually fidgeting with the datapad in his hands.

    "I do not appreciate the fact that you went behind the backs of the Council to arrange this," He finally said, "Sifo-Dyas' influence, no doubt."

    Korim opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by a raised hand.

    "But despite that, I...cannot see fault in your reasoning or your course of action," Yarael admitted reluctantly. Despite being one the greatest swordmasters of the Order, the Quermian was a renowned proponent of non-violence. To have him admit to such was nearly mind-boggling. As such, Korim stayed quiet out of shock as his former Master continued, "The Jedi have grown...detached, perhaps too much. Perhaps this will be the first step to healing. Both for you and for the Jedi."

    Long, delicate fingers typed into the datapad before he set it back on the table, "As such, I will also endorse your efforts. You will attend Corulag Academy under my authority. But be aware that you will be watched closely. If you are found out to be a Jedi during your tenure, you will return to the Temple immediately."

    Korim's mouth opened and closed a few times, "Master...I..." He finally settled on a small smile, "Thank you."

    Yarael gave a smile of his own, "But while you are there, I have something for you to study. I think you are ready for the responsibility. Tell me, have you ever heard of the art of Battle Meditation?"

    A/N: Korim is a character I used for an RP that just kind of died off suddenly. He appeared in another RP based off that one as a Jedi survivor of Order 66.
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    I cannot consider this canon, because the story itself hasn't even started.

    But I will give you a +5 to the stat rolls for being so awesome.
     
    Magoose said:
    I cannot consider this canon, because the story itself hasn't even started.

    But I will give you a +5 to the stat rolls for being so awesome.
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    -shrug-

    Alright. Basically, Korim's Order 66 story was basically what you had for The Prisoner, only he didn't get caught. He was investigating Sidious and found out who he was...on the night of Order 66.
     
    Been three hours. Voting.

    [X]Plan: A Warrior Always V2
    -[X]Brave: This person will face their fears, and keep going into the jaws of hell. (+2 to martial and Personal combat, +1 to diplomacy. +5 to personal combat rolls during adventures.)
    -[X]Ambitious: You have the drive to be the best in the galaxy. (+2 to all stats)
    -[X]Diligent: You are a hard worker. When you set your mind to something, you will complete it. (+1 to all stats except personal combat. +5 to an action overlooked.)
    -[X]Just: Fairness, morality, and law. This person seeks to balance all accounts, by forgiveness and retribution alike.(+3 to Stewardship. Special Events are chosen for you on adventures.)
    -[X]Proud: This person is convinced that them being or will be, the best is an indisputable fact. Any who stand in the way of this is destined to be trampled underfoot. (+15 to personal actions, -5 opinion from everyone. A danger of Falling to the Darkside)
    -[X]Stubborn: You will never give up on what you have your mind set on something. (If you fail a roll, you get a reroll, but it suffers a -10 penalty. Bonus not applicable on adventures)
    -[X]Shien/Djem So (Form 5): Peace through superior firepower, a hybrid of defense and offense. (.+5 to Personal Combat. A solid +10 to defense and offense against blasters and lightsaber wielding opponents.)
    -[X]You were a Warrior: You were born to wield a lightsaber. Your body has been trained for battle, using force and blade alike. When conflict erupted, you were always there to face it. (You are a Jedi Battlemaster with a Martial education)
     
    [X] Plan Knight in Sour Armor
    -[X]Diligent: You are a hard worker. When you set your mind to something, you will complete it. (+1 to all stats except personal combat. +5 to an action overlooked.)
    -[X]Patient: You were always one to sit and wait... and see what happens (+1 to all stats, +5 to personal Combat rolls)
    -[X]Brave: This person will face their fears, and keep going into the jaws of hell. (+2 to martial and Personal combat, +1 to diplomacy. +5 to personal combat rolls during adventures.)
    -[X]Erudite: If there was one thing you loved, it was knowledge, and teaching those who want to learn. (+2 to learning, +10 to learning rolls. Special actions available on adventures)
    -[X]Cynical: There is nothing that will make you believe in any more than your own power. (+3 to intrigue, +10 to deceit rolls, +10 to detecting lies on adventures)
    -[X]Stubborn: You will never give up on what you have your mind set on something. (If you fail a roll, you get a reroll, but it suffers a -10 penalty. Bonus not applicable on adventures)
    -[X]Soresu (Form 3): The pure defense form, good for blast deflection and other wielders of. (+5 to Personal Combat. +20 to defensive rolls when fighting blaster wielding opponents, +10 to defensive rolls fighting lightsaber wielding opponents.)
    -[X]You were a Warrior: You were born to wield a lightsaber. Your body has been trained for battle, using force and blade alike. When conflict erupted, you were there to face it. (You are a Jedi Battlemaster with a Martial education)
     
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