Kamino Wellspring of False Life: part 1
Former Slave: As the Kaminoans discuss with the Jedi of the army they are charged to grow for the Republic you are isolated and captured. You awaken in darkness while a voice cold as ice rants about "dark handiwork'. Around you you can hear the mewling of creatures born to pain and death. To your horror, you recognize some of these voices from Tatooine. Gain 1 Fate Point
You awaken in darkness.
Thoughts fly through your heads quickly as you try to remember. They course to the bindings on your bare skin, the damp cold air striking at your flesh. You are bound in plasteel, suspended spread-eagle on what you surmise is a surgical table. Your eyes accustom themselves to the dark, spying the traces of lamps on the ceiling. What happened? How did you get here? You try to center yourself as your master taught you. Breathe in, breathe out. Leave everything behind and remember. You are groggy, seemingly struggling to stay awake. Breathe in, breathe out. You remember the exercises. Try to concentrate on every fiber of your being, every cell of your body.
[Force Roll: 2+2 Difficulty: 5: 4: Failure]
You can't do it! You try to expel the poison from your veins, to clear your sight but you can't do it! It resists you and you cannot grasp it in your flesh. You feel it flowing alongside the vessels of your body but you cannot pinpoint it accurately enough. You abruptly stop when you sense you are becoming nauseous. Not a bad idea but vomiting while you are laying on your back is a good way to die painfully. You need to force through the haze with your own will. It happens slowly but surely. You still sense the drug but can ignore it. You know it will be a problem if things get hectic.
Gain Aspect: Poisoned
You dimly remember arriving on Kamino and being escorted around hallways of blinding white patrolled by the cold inhabitants of the planet. They recognized the Jedi when they announced themselves and spoke of the order passed to their group. Apparently one of the Teachers, someone called Sifo-Dyas, gave them a fortune to grow an army for the Republic. They are cloners and fleshcrafters and seemed genuinely sorry to have nothing to show to what they thought their clients. They assured they were still searching for a prime clone to serve as the template of the army. Even to you who can be ignorant of the Jedi ways, it seems fishy. There are apparently interests in the Republic who desire an army, you overheard something about the Stark Hyperspace War, but the Jedi are not generals. Sifo-Dyas is missing in action since several months so he cannot be questioned. After this conversation, it becomes a blur. You dimly remember having been sent to discuss with one of the prominent flesh-smiths before sensing the sting of a dart. And now you are here.
You cast your perception around, trusting in the Force to know what is there, taking all the time necessary. First you see the makeshift shapes of a laboratory. Yours is not the only surgical table even if fortunately, they are all empty at the moment. Not for long though. You hear voices whispering in locked cells. Other subjects no doubt. Some of their tongues you recognize, even at your horror the accents of the secret tongue of the slaves. This changes everything. You draw breath despite the poison. You are Anakin, you are bringer of the storm, and you will not stay idle while some of your people suffers. You concentrate despite the haze, spying the faraway notes of the universal music. You remember your lessons and when you breathe out, it is with a wave of energy. The restrains are ripped from the table, cut neatly while you jump around.
[Force Roll: 2+3 Difficulty: 4: 5 Success]
You are naked and weaponless, except the Force, in the hands of an unknown enemy in an unknown location. Well this is going to be fun. You remember the trick you tried on Dooku and you gather the Force around you and disappear from view. You are small and unnoticed and even the dim light does not want to strike you. Still you hurry near a pile of medical reserves, not a minute too soon apparently since the light spark to life while someone comes.
You keep from retching. The Kaminoans were unnerving with their elongated neck and fingers and their cold watchful eyes and measured tones. This one is grotesque. They are not that different than their kin physically but their apparel is horrid. It seems to have been made of patched bits of leather, some of them obviously of sapient make etched with strange patterns. Valves and pipes are fixed to their white skin, linked to a great network of vials on his back. Drug injector probably. Some of the liquid are obviously blood even from afar. More strangely unlike the others, you feel this one in the Force and it is not good. They reek like a putrid swamp, like medical refuses left to rot, Still it is less than the black hole hanging at their belt, a small pyramid of black and silver metal.
They have a pistol and scalpels at the same belt but they are unarmed even as they scan the room for you. You even spy your lightsaber, taken as a trophy no doubt, a mistake you are sure they will regret.
What do you do? Choose 1
Child of the Mother: This one believes themselves master and owner. You don't care about their motivation. You are born to free slaves from the yoke of the master. You extend your arm and let your lightsaber flow to your hand and ignites it. The Kaminoan's head will roll on the floor before long. Pay 1 Fate
Padawan of Windu: You quiet your heart for a few moments at least. You wait until the Kaminoan approach before jumping through the air to reach to their neck. Let's see how this scientist appreciate a true scuffle. Their own collection of blades will be more useful in your hand after all. Pay 1 Fate
Many Houses in the Force: The pyramidal object at the belt of the Kaminoan intrigues you. You feel its power through the Force. It is also in its manner a slave who is eager for freedom and the safety of your hand. It promises help if you just grasp it and open yourself to the storm inside. Gain 1 Fate
