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Fate Denied: A Star Wars SI
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RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
Pity she didn't use the adhesive grenade on her rival antagonist.
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- Elsewhere
Behold the power of the Villainous Monologue!
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- Somewhere, over the rainbow
My monologue gives me a plus 2 to all my saving throws
What I'm most interested by is the thought that she wasn't trying to cut off Ysanne's hand but for some reason aimed for it anyway.
That seems... almost ominous and strange, that she would aim for the hand despite not having planned to do so.
What weird force impulse is there that makes it so 90% of duals involve body parts being severed.
That seems... almost ominous and strange, that she would aim for the hand despite not having planned to do so.
What weird force impulse is there that makes it so 90% of duals involve body parts being severed.
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- Somewhere, over the rainbow
What I'm most interested by is the thought that she wasn't trying to cut off Ysanne's hand but for some reason aimed for it anyway.
That seems... almost ominous and strange, that she would aim for the hand despite not having planned to do so.
What weird force impulse is there that makes it so 90% of duals involve body parts being severed.
To answer that, I'll quote from The Jedi Path by Daniel Wallace. And specifically the part about the Marks of Contact.
"Cho Mai is more direct. It severs the weapon hand entirely, leaving your opponent alive but unable to continue the fight, and is thus a merciful conclusion to battle."
Viera was going for Sun djem, which is disarming or destroying an opponent's weapon.
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- Somewhere, over the rainbow
Also, as I am going to spring four interludes on you in a row, I'll let the lot of you decide which one goes first as their order doesn't really matter. Think of it as an apology for spending four interludes at once.
1. Ranulph, Dooku, and Sifo-Dyas at Ryloth
2. Yoda and Ood Bnar having a friendly discussion
3. Catching up with Ysanne?
4. Valorum and a friend?
1. Ranulph, Dooku, and Sifo-Dyas at Ryloth
2. Yoda and Ood Bnar having a friendly discussion
3. Catching up with Ysanne?
4. Valorum and a friend?
MaHaL
Conductor of the Choir of Death
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- Canada
All of my yes.
I think that a nice order would be breaking up the darksiders with the other, so perhaps
1,4,2,3
Or putting things so that the one most directly pertinent to the next non-interlude chapter comes last, and order the others based on that.
Man, now this name brings back some memories from one of the best Star Wars Saga campaigns I have ever been a part of.
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RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
Number two, because muppet.
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- Error 505: pending move
I say like this, 2 first, next 4, next 3 and finally 1
Interlude V
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- Somewhere, over the rainbow
So, 1 won by virtue of a tie with 2 and winning the coin toss. Also shout out to Inverted_helix for beta reading this.
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Dooku observed their handiwork from the bridge of the Invincible, Ranulph and Jace were busy commanding the ongoing battle that marked a significant point in this little endeavor. Half squadrons of turbostorm gunships flew across the viewport, chased by Aurek strikefighters, turbolasers tore apart the space around them as Ranulph's newly formed fleet engaged the pirate band they'd pinned between them and the planet.
It had been a good plan that they had come up with. When they first got in contact with Cham Syndulla, those six months ago he had explained in detail the pattern the pirates and slavers had established in their relationship with Ryloth. Some of the more enterprising slavers had done a census of the population in the various cities and villages of Ryloth to determine not only population size but generational demographics.
It was easier to determine when it was time to come collect their 'tribute' when the sons and daughters of Ryloth had become old enough to be worth something on the slave markets. That had never been the limit of their slaving but it was the bulk of it. The people of Ryloth had not been told that it was the reason for the census but they had figured out the pattern easily enough.
So, when Cham told them in the upcoming months there would be another 'collection', the opportunity was one they almost literally could not afford to miss. Cham would accept no less for the support of himself and his people.
He had asked for other things as well, much of Ryloth's economy relied on the production of Ryll on the black markets of the galaxy. Bringing Ryloth into the Republic more firmly and establishing a more permanent Republic presence on Ryloth would necessitate the end of the Ryll industry. The problem was that it would necessarily damn the Twi'lek people to poverty or shady underground business for years, potentially decades.
Cham would have none of that, if there was an alliance to be made, there would also need to be consideration for what came after his people were safe. Ranulph had been surprisingly agreeable and had made a considerable offer. Ranulph had gone to his cousin Fane, who had taken over his role on the executive board of Quintad Orbital Manufacturing. After negotiating between QOM and Rendili Stardrive, an agreement had been reached to slowly begin turning Ryloth into one of the Outer Rim's premier shipbuilding and military hardware manufacturing centers.
There had been tenuous negotiations between them over what to entice the companies to move to Ryloth but eventually they had all managed to agree to giving QOM and RSD monopolies on Ryloth's markets and the right to pay lower wages for twenty years in exchange for exclusively hiring Twi'leks. It wasn't a spectacular deal but compared to before, it was perfect for Cham.
Dooku himself had gone to Garm and his brother Doran, the current Count of Serenno to gain their aid. Garm had been the easiest to convince, they were still on good terms and the prospect of 'adventure' in the Outer Rim had excited him. He had promised to round up whatever volunteers he could manage.
His brother had been harder, unsurprising considering his duties as Count, but Dooku had personally gone to every major noble family and worked to convince them to support the endeavor, mostly it had been done by enticing them with the pageantry and nobility of sending their sons and daughters to the Anaxes or Carida academies and the promising officer positions they could earn for themselves.
In the end, the resources earned had paid dividends. He watched a pair of CR90 Corvettes shoot out across the battle line, the Arrow and Arbiter, Dooku didn't know where Garm had managed to find and crew those corvettes but they were proving valuable. More important were the Corellian pilots who had volunteered, filling their desperate need for fighter pilots.
Serenno's support had come in funding, a generous donation of credits had allowed them to purchase fighters, ships, blasters, uniforms and more that were needed.
But it was Ryloth itself that had provided the most support. Cham had not disappointed, he'd gone to his people, campaigned across the planet and rallied his support. And out they came, men and women, young and old had come by the thousands. Desperation drove them, Dooku could sense it in them. The fear and anger, the desire for a better life for them or their kin.
Whatever the reason, Ranulph didn't turn them away, they were crewing ships, piloting fighters, serving as infantry and medics. Ryloth was ready for war, the simmering anger had been let loose.
And so, they prepared and trained, waiting for the right moment. When the day came for the slavers return, they had laid their trap. Ranulph had hid his fleet behind one of Ryloth's moons and scattered squads of infantry across Ryloth to await them. When the slavers landed, they found themselves facing an armed populace, supported by experienced troopers. Repelling them had taken almost no effort, unprepared or such a level of resistance as they were.
It wasn't long before more came, better armed and ready for battle. They had launched several starfighter squadrons from the planet and after a fierce battle, repelled that attack as well, inflicting severe casualties. Then they came with a great force of modified freighters and gunships, small frigates and individual fighters.
Then, the trap was sprung and the ROSF attacked, fighters screamed across space to hit the pirates from behind, the fleet right behind them, turbolasers firing. The slaughter was proof enough of their success.
"Their flagship is moving toward us, focus fire, call the Sojourn and Ajax forward to support." Jace ordered and Dooku looked out the viewport to the only troubling part of this battle.
The Rendili dreadnaught advanced steadily towards them, answering their turbolasers with its own and matching them shot for shot. Where these pirates had managed to acquire one of these vessels he did not know but it was proving effective.
Privately, Dooku was betting on the Hutts, they had enough wealth and supplies to arm such a vessel. That ship could match the Invincible shot for shot and then some.
The Sojourn and Ajax, both Hammerhead cruisers, would give them much needed support but things were about to get strained.
Even as he said that, the ship rumbled ominously and Dooku reached for his lightsaber, what was that?
"Jace, what was that, it wasn't turbolaser fire." Ranulph shared his worries though the man was keeping his concern hidden. Jace turned to the communications console.
"Ensign, status report?" Ensign Vekarr's hands danced across the terminal, listening to the incoming reports through her comlink before shaking. Dooku didn't need to be a Jedi to sense the fear suddenly present.
"Sir, we've been boarded. Enemy pirates have appeared on Decks C through F. I'm getting scattered reports of Mandalorians among them." And now Dooku understood he fear well enough. Jace cursed, opening his own comlink.
"Master Sifo-Dyas, Lieutenant Vance, we have boarders, Mandalorians with them, assemble the security teams and repel them immediately, they can't be allowed to cause any damage." Sifo-Dyas could handle that, he would remain on the bridge just in case. But Mandalorians? Someone must have offered a considerable sum of money to get Mandalorians to work with pirates and slavers. Still, something worried him about this situation.
Another boom rocked the ship and this time he did ignite his lightsaber, the brilliant blue blade casting its glow across the bridge. That had been on this level, he turned to Jace and offered the man a quick nod.
"They won't get past me." Then he strode through the door and locked it behind him, waiting. He didn't have to wait long as four Mandalorians rounded the corner and stopped before him, the one in front seemed to be the leader if the arrogant way he carried himself was any indication.
Dooku would be all too glad to disabuse him of that confidence. Still, he stepped forward, right foot forward in traditional Makeshi stance, left hand behind his back and saber held up in front of him.
"I am Jedi Master Dooku, turn back at once or face the consequences of your actions. You won't be the first Mandalorians I have defeated, nor the last." The lead Mandalorian laughed, the metallic tint of his voice giving him a robotic tone.
"Yes, at Galidraan right? I saw your handiwork, you did me a favor there so I'll make your death quick. Master Dooku, know that Tor Vizla ended your life." Then the Mandalorian, Tor, took a metal hilt from his waist and ignited it. The thin black blade igniting before him and for a moment Dooku was stunned, a lightsaber?
"Surprised, Jedi? I imagine so, this lightsaber was forged by a Mandalorian Jedi millennia ago and was stolen by my ancestors from your Jedi Temple. Many Jedi have died on its blade, and now I'll add one more." Dooku smirked, this man thought to outduel him? Putting this Mandalorian in his place would be a treat.
"Very well then, Mandalorian. Once I defeat you, that blade will be returned to the Temple where it belongs." With a flourish, he pointed his lightsaber at Tor and beckoned him forwards. Tor dropped into an unfamiliar stance, brutish and barbaric before advancing.
"Die, Jedi!" And Dooku met Tor's blade with his own.
The battle was on.
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Dooku observed their handiwork from the bridge of the Invincible, Ranulph and Jace were busy commanding the ongoing battle that marked a significant point in this little endeavor. Half squadrons of turbostorm gunships flew across the viewport, chased by Aurek strikefighters, turbolasers tore apart the space around them as Ranulph's newly formed fleet engaged the pirate band they'd pinned between them and the planet.
It had been a good plan that they had come up with. When they first got in contact with Cham Syndulla, those six months ago he had explained in detail the pattern the pirates and slavers had established in their relationship with Ryloth. Some of the more enterprising slavers had done a census of the population in the various cities and villages of Ryloth to determine not only population size but generational demographics.
It was easier to determine when it was time to come collect their 'tribute' when the sons and daughters of Ryloth had become old enough to be worth something on the slave markets. That had never been the limit of their slaving but it was the bulk of it. The people of Ryloth had not been told that it was the reason for the census but they had figured out the pattern easily enough.
So, when Cham told them in the upcoming months there would be another 'collection', the opportunity was one they almost literally could not afford to miss. Cham would accept no less for the support of himself and his people.
He had asked for other things as well, much of Ryloth's economy relied on the production of Ryll on the black markets of the galaxy. Bringing Ryloth into the Republic more firmly and establishing a more permanent Republic presence on Ryloth would necessitate the end of the Ryll industry. The problem was that it would necessarily damn the Twi'lek people to poverty or shady underground business for years, potentially decades.
Cham would have none of that, if there was an alliance to be made, there would also need to be consideration for what came after his people were safe. Ranulph had been surprisingly agreeable and had made a considerable offer. Ranulph had gone to his cousin Fane, who had taken over his role on the executive board of Quintad Orbital Manufacturing. After negotiating between QOM and Rendili Stardrive, an agreement had been reached to slowly begin turning Ryloth into one of the Outer Rim's premier shipbuilding and military hardware manufacturing centers.
There had been tenuous negotiations between them over what to entice the companies to move to Ryloth but eventually they had all managed to agree to giving QOM and RSD monopolies on Ryloth's markets and the right to pay lower wages for twenty years in exchange for exclusively hiring Twi'leks. It wasn't a spectacular deal but compared to before, it was perfect for Cham.
Dooku himself had gone to Garm and his brother Doran, the current Count of Serenno to gain their aid. Garm had been the easiest to convince, they were still on good terms and the prospect of 'adventure' in the Outer Rim had excited him. He had promised to round up whatever volunteers he could manage.
His brother had been harder, unsurprising considering his duties as Count, but Dooku had personally gone to every major noble family and worked to convince them to support the endeavor, mostly it had been done by enticing them with the pageantry and nobility of sending their sons and daughters to the Anaxes or Carida academies and the promising officer positions they could earn for themselves.
In the end, the resources earned had paid dividends. He watched a pair of CR90 Corvettes shoot out across the battle line, the Arrow and Arbiter, Dooku didn't know where Garm had managed to find and crew those corvettes but they were proving valuable. More important were the Corellian pilots who had volunteered, filling their desperate need for fighter pilots.
Serenno's support had come in funding, a generous donation of credits had allowed them to purchase fighters, ships, blasters, uniforms and more that were needed.
But it was Ryloth itself that had provided the most support. Cham had not disappointed, he'd gone to his people, campaigned across the planet and rallied his support. And out they came, men and women, young and old had come by the thousands. Desperation drove them, Dooku could sense it in them. The fear and anger, the desire for a better life for them or their kin.
Whatever the reason, Ranulph didn't turn them away, they were crewing ships, piloting fighters, serving as infantry and medics. Ryloth was ready for war, the simmering anger had been let loose.
And so, they prepared and trained, waiting for the right moment. When the day came for the slavers return, they had laid their trap. Ranulph had hid his fleet behind one of Ryloth's moons and scattered squads of infantry across Ryloth to await them. When the slavers landed, they found themselves facing an armed populace, supported by experienced troopers. Repelling them had taken almost no effort, unprepared or such a level of resistance as they were.
It wasn't long before more came, better armed and ready for battle. They had launched several starfighter squadrons from the planet and after a fierce battle, repelled that attack as well, inflicting severe casualties. Then they came with a great force of modified freighters and gunships, small frigates and individual fighters.
Then, the trap was sprung and the ROSF attacked, fighters screamed across space to hit the pirates from behind, the fleet right behind them, turbolasers firing. The slaughter was proof enough of their success.
"Their flagship is moving toward us, focus fire, call the Sojourn and Ajax forward to support." Jace ordered and Dooku looked out the viewport to the only troubling part of this battle.
The Rendili dreadnaught advanced steadily towards them, answering their turbolasers with its own and matching them shot for shot. Where these pirates had managed to acquire one of these vessels he did not know but it was proving effective.
Privately, Dooku was betting on the Hutts, they had enough wealth and supplies to arm such a vessel. That ship could match the Invincible shot for shot and then some.
The Sojourn and Ajax, both Hammerhead cruisers, would give them much needed support but things were about to get strained.
Even as he said that, the ship rumbled ominously and Dooku reached for his lightsaber, what was that?
"Jace, what was that, it wasn't turbolaser fire." Ranulph shared his worries though the man was keeping his concern hidden. Jace turned to the communications console.
"Ensign, status report?" Ensign Vekarr's hands danced across the terminal, listening to the incoming reports through her comlink before shaking. Dooku didn't need to be a Jedi to sense the fear suddenly present.
"Sir, we've been boarded. Enemy pirates have appeared on Decks C through F. I'm getting scattered reports of Mandalorians among them." And now Dooku understood he fear well enough. Jace cursed, opening his own comlink.
"Master Sifo-Dyas, Lieutenant Vance, we have boarders, Mandalorians with them, assemble the security teams and repel them immediately, they can't be allowed to cause any damage." Sifo-Dyas could handle that, he would remain on the bridge just in case. But Mandalorians? Someone must have offered a considerable sum of money to get Mandalorians to work with pirates and slavers. Still, something worried him about this situation.
Another boom rocked the ship and this time he did ignite his lightsaber, the brilliant blue blade casting its glow across the bridge. That had been on this level, he turned to Jace and offered the man a quick nod.
"They won't get past me." Then he strode through the door and locked it behind him, waiting. He didn't have to wait long as four Mandalorians rounded the corner and stopped before him, the one in front seemed to be the leader if the arrogant way he carried himself was any indication.
Dooku would be all too glad to disabuse him of that confidence. Still, he stepped forward, right foot forward in traditional Makeshi stance, left hand behind his back and saber held up in front of him.
"I am Jedi Master Dooku, turn back at once or face the consequences of your actions. You won't be the first Mandalorians I have defeated, nor the last." The lead Mandalorian laughed, the metallic tint of his voice giving him a robotic tone.
"Yes, at Galidraan right? I saw your handiwork, you did me a favor there so I'll make your death quick. Master Dooku, know that Tor Vizla ended your life." Then the Mandalorian, Tor, took a metal hilt from his waist and ignited it. The thin black blade igniting before him and for a moment Dooku was stunned, a lightsaber?
"Surprised, Jedi? I imagine so, this lightsaber was forged by a Mandalorian Jedi millennia ago and was stolen by my ancestors from your Jedi Temple. Many Jedi have died on its blade, and now I'll add one more." Dooku smirked, this man thought to outduel him? Putting this Mandalorian in his place would be a treat.
"Very well then, Mandalorian. Once I defeat you, that blade will be returned to the Temple where it belongs." With a flourish, he pointed his lightsaber at Tor and beckoned him forwards. Tor dropped into an unfamiliar stance, brutish and barbaric before advancing.
"Die, Jedi!" And Dooku met Tor's blade with his own.
The battle was on.
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Heather Sinclair
Verified Force User
Tor Vizsla. Don't forget the "S".
This isn't even going to be a contest. No normal human, no matter how talented, will last more than a few seconds against a Makashi master like Dooku. Probably long enough to say, "Oh crap, my hand."
This isn't even going to be a contest. No normal human, no matter how talented, will last more than a few seconds against a Makashi master like Dooku. Probably long enough to say, "Oh crap, my hand."
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I wonder if they were Jedi Masters specializing in lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat... I suspect they were padawans (and probably with the helps of traps, concussion rifles, and the like).
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Against most Jedi masters, I'd say that this guy could win, but Dooku should wipe the floor with him. Possibly literally.
Unlike many Jedi, he is perfectly willing to just turn off his opponent's lightsaber with the Force.
It's not like the darksaber has one of those complicated force-activated control-schemes if someone without the Force can use it, or that its current user could stop him like a Force user would.
Unlike many Jedi, he is perfectly willing to just turn off his opponent's lightsaber with the Force.
It's not like the darksaber has one of those complicated force-activated control-schemes if someone without the Force can use it, or that its current user could stop him like a Force user would.
I always thought it was stupid for non force users to even have a chance against Jedi or Sith. There should literally be no competition. Only unique beings like Durge and Boba Fett have the right to even pressure a force user let alone kill one in combat.
Fair enough, the Mandalorian's are like the only people (as a whole) who should have a chance against Jedi because of their history.
Estella
Happy Devil Girl
Pls no I like Mandos
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There are tons of ways a non-Force-user can kill a Jedi in combat, but attacking one of the few that not only specialized in combat, but in lightsaber combat specifically, to a lightsaber duel is not a good idea. Especially one trained by Yoda
Not sure if he's gotten his specialized dueling sabers yet in this fic.
And that's not even getting into how good he is with the force. Again, he was trained by Yoda.
Not sure if he's gotten his specialized dueling sabers yet in this fic.
And that's not even getting into how good he is with the force. Again, he was trained by Yoda.