Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
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Considering the mindcontrol chip that clones had might not be a thing, when Palpatine executes order 66 some clone legions might tell him to go fuck himself and protect their Jedi.
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Star Wars The Last Hope: Rebooted, Restructured! (A CK2/Adventure Quest)
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Magoose
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I am not going to say... if only to spare a sixty-page essay on how powerful the force actually is.
So, it's pretty powerful, and not nearly as dickish as Kreia makes it out to be.
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Kotor 2 always was my favourite Star Wars game, added some interesting lore and variation to the whole light and dark sides of the force.
Non canon Omake: The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 2 by Rictus
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Omake: The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 2
Gladitorial Arena, Geonosis
22 BBY
"This is Galidraan all over again," Korim grumbled, his yellow lightsaber flicking to and fro as he deflected blaster bolt after blaster bolt, "Dooku's here, there's a Mandalorian shooting at me, and the Jedi leaped feet-first into metaphorical Bantha poodoo again."
True to his words, Jango Fett was pouring on the blaster fire alongside the droids around him, with the gray-armored Mandalorian focusing on him in particular. The sheer weight of combined fire was preventing the Jedi Master from advancing.
"Hey now," Roan Shryne spoke up from the Firrerreo's left, "Watch the language around the impressionable Padawan!"
Almost to emphasize it, his blue lightsaber lanced to the side for just a moment to block a blaster bolt that would have hit his student's blindspot. The much younger Jedi, a Nikto name Draak, flushed briefly before adjusting his stance to cover it.
On Korim's opposite side, Rahm Kota scoffed, "We're in the middle of a warzone and language is the thing you're worried about?" Catching a blaster bolt on his green blade, he reflected it back towards the enemy ranks. He cursed under his breath when Jango ducked under it, causing it to miss and hit the Super Battle Droid behind him.
"I'm more concerned at how you three are just engaging in casual dialogue when we're being shot at!" Nat-Sem, the fifth member of their little circle, stated incredulously as he tried to focus on his own defense.
"Practice," All three replied in unison.
After the Jedi had been forced out of the stands, Korim, Kota, Shryne, Draak, and Nat-Sem, Shryne's former Master, had grouped up to cover each others' flanks. A shot that got through Korim and Nat-Sem's defenses would be caught and reflected by Kota or Shryne, respectively, and all four Masters kept an eye on the much less experienced Padawan. When possible, Kota and Shryne would go on the offensive by either reflecting blaster shots, throwing their lightsabers, or utilizing telekinetic blasts.
Shryne would occasionally throw grenades from his own bandoleer or steal some from downed droids. Additionally, he was the reason Jango Fett was now down one jetpack after he used the Force to trigger its missile.
All five of them could feel each and every death around them. Powerful Masters, experienced Knights, and their Padawans. They were all getting worn out, slowly but inevitably.
"Getting tired, old man?" Shryne asked his Master. His tone was light, but all of them knew how serious he actually was.
"I'm starting to feel a bit of a burn," Nat-Sem replied in kind. Though he was clearly joking with them, the exhaustion in his movements was evident. The Rodian Master wasn't elderly, but he was much older than the other three Masters, who themselves were in their forties.
Korim could see some of the other Jedi around them were beginning to tire as well. More than one took a bolt because of it.
That decided it. They needed to break the encirclement and get out of the arena before they ran out of stamina.
"Kota, we need an exit," Korim declared.
"Dantooine?" The white-haired Jedi asked, deflecting a bolt that would have hit Nat-Sem's arm.
"Dantooine," The former confirmed with a nod.
He grimaced, but agreed anyways, "I'm going to need some cover then."
The "Warrior Three," as they were called, had fought and trained alongside each other for decades. They knew the ins and outs of each others fighting styles near-intimately and could react instantly. When Kota abruptly moved to the center of the group, deactivated his lightsaber, and knelt in brief meditation, Korim and Shryne seamlessly shifted to cover the opening in the formation. Shryne's bond with his Master and apprentice allowed them to mimic it, but not match it exactly.
Draak was a step too slow and he nearly paid dearly for it. Nearly two dozen blaster bolts were heading for him, too many to block with him in an awkward position. All he could do was brace himself and wait for the inevitable.
But it never came as Korim placed himself between the Padawan and the hail of blasterfire that sailed towards him. While several were knocked off course by his yellow blade, thirteen slipped by his hasty defense to hit home. Three hit his legs, five his arms, and five his torso, each being greeted with little more than a grunt. Each blast scorched his robes and the skin beneath, causing the smell of burning meat to fill the nearby air.
The Jedi Master never missed a step, returning to his previous position without a word. Draak couldn't help but feel that something terrible had been averted, but it was quickly pushed aside.
Though his robes were still blackened, the wounds beneath had already closed and were in the process of mending, the pain dulled by Crucitorn.
Jango noticed that something was wrong and focused his efforts on Kota, but Korim and Shryne effortlessly parried every shot.
Another minute of chaotic fighting passed before Kota's voice said simply, "Ready."
The armored Jedi stood, his hands clenched. As he stepped foward, Korim and Shryne parted ways without a glance back.
Somehow realizing something was about to happen, Jango quickly vacated the area. Just after that, Kota unleashed.
A massive wave of telekinetic force lashed out with a roar, ripping and tearing the droids unfortunate enough to be standing in the way. The blast kicked up sand from the arena floor into a cloud as it tore a trench into the floor, briefly obscuring the surviving droids' sight. Additionally, it collapsed one of the tunnels that the droids were using to enter the arena. The droids it didn't crush on the spot were thrown and pinned against the walls.
Though Kota slumped in brief exhaustion at the effort, he was still able to keep up with the others as they ran for the stands. But before they got far, the sound of descending ships drowned out the sounds of battle.
Kota squinted up at the descending transports and the warships that were now overhead, "The hell? Whose are those?"
His question was promptly answered when the first of the transports opened fire, its main guns scything through the ranks of the droids below. It was soon joined by the others as they cleared away a landing zone.
Korim smirked, "Ours, apparently."
"I wouldn't be too sure," Shryne interjected, pointing at the soldiers seen through the open doors, "Since when did the Republic field Mandalorians?"
Sure enough, each trooper bore the distinctive T-visored helm of a Mandalorian warrior. However, it was extremely odd. Mandalorians never had uniform armor and every set was unique. But before him, all of the soldiers were wearing blank, sterile white. In between deflecting blaster bolts, Kota was now giving the ships a suspicious look.
Before their discussion could continue, Nat-Sem interrupted, "They could be Hutts for all I care at the moment. They're here and they're helping. Leave the navel-gazing for later. I don't know about you gentlemen, but I think I saw Master Yoda on one of the transports and I do believe I'll be joining him."
The three other Masters grudgingly agreed before the group fought their way to the nearest transport.
The troopers around the craft nodded respectfully, giving greetings of "General."
"Seems we've been given promotions," Kota deadpanned as they stepped into the transport, "Hey Korim, what was your last rank?"
"Captain," Korim replied with a smirk, "Or it was before I got the boot from the Judiciary Forces when I was outed as a Jedi." As the transport started lifting off, the Firrerreo knelt on the floor, "Now Kota, would you mind making sure I don't fall out of the transport? I'm going to give our pilots a hand in making sure we don't get shot down."
"What, you don't trust me?" Shryne asked, mock hurt in his voice.
Korim shot him a heatless glare, "You'd let me fall for a laugh. I would prefer not to walk to the nearest command center."
Not waiting for a reply, he delved into the Force, bolstering the pilot of his transport and the ones of the nearby transports with Battle Meditation. Subtle nudges in the Force allowed them to bob and weave around anti-aircraft fire without realizing it.
Shryne stuck his tongue out immaturely at the meditating Jedi before looking around, "Anyone got a spare droid popper? I'm out."
There was a pause before all ten soldiers in the transport detached a grenade from their belts and held it out.
Gladitorial Arena, Geonosis
22 BBY
"This is Galidraan all over again," Korim grumbled, his yellow lightsaber flicking to and fro as he deflected blaster bolt after blaster bolt, "Dooku's here, there's a Mandalorian shooting at me, and the Jedi leaped feet-first into metaphorical Bantha poodoo again."
True to his words, Jango Fett was pouring on the blaster fire alongside the droids around him, with the gray-armored Mandalorian focusing on him in particular. The sheer weight of combined fire was preventing the Jedi Master from advancing.
"Hey now," Roan Shryne spoke up from the Firrerreo's left, "Watch the language around the impressionable Padawan!"
Almost to emphasize it, his blue lightsaber lanced to the side for just a moment to block a blaster bolt that would have hit his student's blindspot. The much younger Jedi, a Nikto name Draak, flushed briefly before adjusting his stance to cover it.
On Korim's opposite side, Rahm Kota scoffed, "We're in the middle of a warzone and language is the thing you're worried about?" Catching a blaster bolt on his green blade, he reflected it back towards the enemy ranks. He cursed under his breath when Jango ducked under it, causing it to miss and hit the Super Battle Droid behind him.
"I'm more concerned at how you three are just engaging in casual dialogue when we're being shot at!" Nat-Sem, the fifth member of their little circle, stated incredulously as he tried to focus on his own defense.
"Practice," All three replied in unison.
After the Jedi had been forced out of the stands, Korim, Kota, Shryne, Draak, and Nat-Sem, Shryne's former Master, had grouped up to cover each others' flanks. A shot that got through Korim and Nat-Sem's defenses would be caught and reflected by Kota or Shryne, respectively, and all four Masters kept an eye on the much less experienced Padawan. When possible, Kota and Shryne would go on the offensive by either reflecting blaster shots, throwing their lightsabers, or utilizing telekinetic blasts.
Shryne would occasionally throw grenades from his own bandoleer or steal some from downed droids. Additionally, he was the reason Jango Fett was now down one jetpack after he used the Force to trigger its missile.
All five of them could feel each and every death around them. Powerful Masters, experienced Knights, and their Padawans. They were all getting worn out, slowly but inevitably.
"Getting tired, old man?" Shryne asked his Master. His tone was light, but all of them knew how serious he actually was.
"I'm starting to feel a bit of a burn," Nat-Sem replied in kind. Though he was clearly joking with them, the exhaustion in his movements was evident. The Rodian Master wasn't elderly, but he was much older than the other three Masters, who themselves were in their forties.
Korim could see some of the other Jedi around them were beginning to tire as well. More than one took a bolt because of it.
That decided it. They needed to break the encirclement and get out of the arena before they ran out of stamina.
"Kota, we need an exit," Korim declared.
"Dantooine?" The white-haired Jedi asked, deflecting a bolt that would have hit Nat-Sem's arm.
"Dantooine," The former confirmed with a nod.
He grimaced, but agreed anyways, "I'm going to need some cover then."
The "Warrior Three," as they were called, had fought and trained alongside each other for decades. They knew the ins and outs of each others fighting styles near-intimately and could react instantly. When Kota abruptly moved to the center of the group, deactivated his lightsaber, and knelt in brief meditation, Korim and Shryne seamlessly shifted to cover the opening in the formation. Shryne's bond with his Master and apprentice allowed them to mimic it, but not match it exactly.
Draak was a step too slow and he nearly paid dearly for it. Nearly two dozen blaster bolts were heading for him, too many to block with him in an awkward position. All he could do was brace himself and wait for the inevitable.
But it never came as Korim placed himself between the Padawan and the hail of blasterfire that sailed towards him. While several were knocked off course by his yellow blade, thirteen slipped by his hasty defense to hit home. Three hit his legs, five his arms, and five his torso, each being greeted with little more than a grunt. Each blast scorched his robes and the skin beneath, causing the smell of burning meat to fill the nearby air.
The Jedi Master never missed a step, returning to his previous position without a word. Draak couldn't help but feel that something terrible had been averted, but it was quickly pushed aside.
Though his robes were still blackened, the wounds beneath had already closed and were in the process of mending, the pain dulled by Crucitorn.
Jango noticed that something was wrong and focused his efforts on Kota, but Korim and Shryne effortlessly parried every shot.
Another minute of chaotic fighting passed before Kota's voice said simply, "Ready."
The armored Jedi stood, his hands clenched. As he stepped foward, Korim and Shryne parted ways without a glance back.
Somehow realizing something was about to happen, Jango quickly vacated the area. Just after that, Kota unleashed.
A massive wave of telekinetic force lashed out with a roar, ripping and tearing the droids unfortunate enough to be standing in the way. The blast kicked up sand from the arena floor into a cloud as it tore a trench into the floor, briefly obscuring the surviving droids' sight. Additionally, it collapsed one of the tunnels that the droids were using to enter the arena. The droids it didn't crush on the spot were thrown and pinned against the walls.
Though Kota slumped in brief exhaustion at the effort, he was still able to keep up with the others as they ran for the stands. But before they got far, the sound of descending ships drowned out the sounds of battle.
Kota squinted up at the descending transports and the warships that were now overhead, "The hell? Whose are those?"
His question was promptly answered when the first of the transports opened fire, its main guns scything through the ranks of the droids below. It was soon joined by the others as they cleared away a landing zone.
Korim smirked, "Ours, apparently."
"I wouldn't be too sure," Shryne interjected, pointing at the soldiers seen through the open doors, "Since when did the Republic field Mandalorians?"
Sure enough, each trooper bore the distinctive T-visored helm of a Mandalorian warrior. However, it was extremely odd. Mandalorians never had uniform armor and every set was unique. But before him, all of the soldiers were wearing blank, sterile white. In between deflecting blaster bolts, Kota was now giving the ships a suspicious look.
Before their discussion could continue, Nat-Sem interrupted, "They could be Hutts for all I care at the moment. They're here and they're helping. Leave the navel-gazing for later. I don't know about you gentlemen, but I think I saw Master Yoda on one of the transports and I do believe I'll be joining him."
The three other Masters grudgingly agreed before the group fought their way to the nearest transport.
The troopers around the craft nodded respectfully, giving greetings of "General."
"Seems we've been given promotions," Kota deadpanned as they stepped into the transport, "Hey Korim, what was your last rank?"
"Captain," Korim replied with a smirk, "Or it was before I got the boot from the Judiciary Forces when I was outed as a Jedi." As the transport started lifting off, the Firrerreo knelt on the floor, "Now Kota, would you mind making sure I don't fall out of the transport? I'm going to give our pilots a hand in making sure we don't get shot down."
"What, you don't trust me?" Shryne asked, mock hurt in his voice.
Korim shot him a heatless glare, "You'd let me fall for a laugh. I would prefer not to walk to the nearest command center."
Not waiting for a reply, he delved into the Force, bolstering the pilot of his transport and the ones of the nearby transports with Battle Meditation. Subtle nudges in the Force allowed them to bob and weave around anti-aircraft fire without realizing it.
Shryne stuck his tongue out immaturely at the meditating Jedi before looking around, "Anyone got a spare droid popper? I'm out."
There was a pause before all ten soldiers in the transport detached a grenade from their belts and held it out.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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Once again, due to the quest not even fully started yet, I cannot consider this canon.
+5 to stat rolls.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- He
So since this is a reboot of the last quest, and since I gave you a mostly unsatisfactory ending...
I'm going to give you that +10 to the stats that was on the last guardian, and give it to you... However, no new game + for you guys.
Meaning... you all are in for a doozy, when the rolls come around.
I'm going to give you that +10 to the stats that was on the last guardian, and give it to you... However, no new game + for you guys.
Meaning... you all are in for a doozy, when the rolls come around.
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
What even happened in the last quest?
*Slightly sad boi is now a happy boi!*
Luminous
God Save The Queen
- Location
- Victoria, BC, Canada
So that's... +10 from Omakes, +10 from that, and the auditions of our vices/virtues?
What are we rolling for stats? d20s? xd6s? xd10s?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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Kathleen Kennedy happened, and Lucus' original script not being used for the Sequal Trilogy. That is all I will say on the subject.
*Slightly sad boi is now a happy boi!*
Enough to where you have a chance to survive and thrive once the war is over.
Luminous
God Save The Queen
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- Victoria, BC, Canada
That... doesn't tell me what dice we're using.
- Location
- North Carolina
While that still leaves plenty of room for both low and high rolls, it's looking like we are the Jedi Battlemaster (ie the guy that was supposed to be responsible for teaching lightsaber combat and war to each new generation of Jedi). And that we apparently booted Cin Drallig (he was Battlemaster of the Order in both canons) out of the role, if he existed at all.
It would be cool if we were his Padawan in this quest and being groomed as his successor.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- California USA
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- He
yep... So enjoy
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Inserted tally
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- North Carolina
He actually already had an apprentice. Her name's Sera Keto and she appeared in the video game adaptation of Revenge of the Sith alongside Drallig.
- Location
- Philippines
[X] Plan: Caster Gilgamesh V 1.0
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- California USA
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- He
Well, since we're pretty young, we can be Mace's Apprentice... his more stable, yet characteristically a failure in his eyes for not mastering, both for not mastering Vaapad, and for just being... well whatever the hell we are at the end of character creation.
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Eh, what?
Also how old is Ashoka right now?
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- North Carolina
At the end of the Clone Wars? Probably about 16.
There are a couple other interesting Jedi that could have been our Master. Oppo Rancisis, Yaddle, Evan Piel.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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I just said potentially. We're not even finished with creation yet.
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Thought. In our youth we were a rival to Cin Drallig. Then after stealing the spot of Battlemaster in a humiliating display for him, he left the Order. Dude is fucking scary so a fall to the darkside would be neat
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We'd be pretty old if that were the case. Drallig was in his 60s if not older at this point.
And our listed age for the winning option is mid twenties.