Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
I don't really know much about Legends continuity aside from the fact that like ten people stole the Death Star plans so take that with a pinch of salt, it often contradicted itself.
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Star Wars The Last Hope: Rebooted, Restructured! (A CK2/Adventure Quest)
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Sci-Fi
Luminous
God Save The Queen
- Location
- Victoria, BC, Canada
That was my point, yes.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Getting the chip out is unnecessary if we can slow down O66, but if we pull a coup of a victory here, along with de-chipping Rex, we can springboard a MUCH stronger Rebellion faction later on.
It's about priorities. Safe bets or go for broke on throwing the Imperial takeover off the table.
It's about priorities. Safe bets or go for broke on throwing the Imperial takeover off the table.
- Location
- United States
The Eternal Empire could still be floating around somewhere for all we know.
Hmm. Actually who would win? The Galactic Empire run by Sidious VS The Eternal Empire run by the force ghost Vitiate/Valkorion and/or The Outlander these 4000 long years in secret
Luminous
God Save The Queen
- Location
- Victoria, BC, Canada
You know with all of these "Empires" throughout its history you'd think the Republic would of had more of a problem turning into "The first Galactic Empiah!"
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
I've seen my share of Sith Empress Amidala fic. Could be fun.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
[] Plan Hold the Line
I support this one, it's a safe plan, doesn't risk triggering the jedi council into foolish preventative action or contacting the maybe-sith Padme.
I support this one, it's a safe plan, doesn't risk triggering the jedi council into foolish preventative action or contacting the maybe-sith Padme.
- Location
- Somewhere
Can you give us something on what liberties with canon you have taken? So some of us can try to write canon omakes. At this point, Darth Sidious might as well be the name the Sith council uses to do their Vengeance! against the Jedi Order, for the grand crime of stealing the ancient Sith emperor's cake recipe.All I will say is this:
It's star wars in a timeline where you gave me free rein to do whatever i want... I ain't got to explain shit!
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Right well
The events of the movies are mostly recognisable do we have that to work off of. Also if you weren't prepared for this then you shouldn't have voted for kicking cannon to the curb.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Straight from Magoose's thread marked post on omakes:
Just PM your ideas.
Should this be 48 or is there only supposed to be a plus 1?
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
[]Plan High Ground
-[]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[]Ashoka
-[]Contact the Mandalorians: Bo Katan has been an uneasy ally in this battle, despite being your friend...but you need her help if you are going to survive this. Rolls Needed: 60> Reward: You contact the Mandalorians, and try to coordinate with them.
--[]Ordo
-[]Continue as Planned: You are in no position to just ditch them and Run… you need to win this battle quickly, NOW! Rolls Needed: 5> Reward: You attack the Stronghold.
--[]Rex
I'm willing to negotiate
-[]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[]Ashoka
-[]Contact the Mandalorians: Bo Katan has been an uneasy ally in this battle, despite being your friend...but you need her help if you are going to survive this. Rolls Needed: 60> Reward: You contact the Mandalorians, and try to coordinate with them.
--[]Ordo
-[]Continue as Planned: You are in no position to just ditch them and Run… you need to win this battle quickly, NOW! Rolls Needed: 5> Reward: You attack the Stronghold.
--[]Rex
I'm willing to negotiate
Actually, if I'm counting right, it should be +8 (3+2+2+1=8), so the total should be 47.
Non canon Omake: The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 3 by Rictus
- Location
- North Carolina
The Saga of Korim Tarsis, Part 3
Geonosis
22 BBY
As flak shells exploded around them, Korim remained as still as a statue as he held the Battle Meditation, gently nudging the pilots of the craft around him to evade the incoming fire. Kota's firm hand was clamped on his shoulder, keeping him from sliding out the transport's open doors.
Nevertheless, Korim flinched as one of the transports exploded when it failed to swerve aside in time.
Aside from himself, his old friend, and the white-clad soldiers, the compartment was occupied by Shryne, Nat-Sem, Shryne's Padawan Draak, and the diminutive form of Master Yoda.
Though he was still deep in meditation, Korim frowned slightly when he felt a small slip of emotion escape Yoda's calm exterior as the ancient Jedi stared out the bay doors into the desert. Something was troubling the Grandmaster, though what he wasn't entirely certain. Despite that, he suspected it had to do with Dooku. Despite the diminutive Jedi's words, the Firrerreo doubted that he was going to stay at the forward command center.
Korim was tempted to ask Kota to go with him. However, his intuition told him that the battle-hardened Jedi was needed more on the ground with the troops.
As they landed, Kota and Shryne disembarked, though Korim stayed put.
"Not coming?" Kota asked.
Korim shook his head, "I'll head for the forward command center," He paused, reading the battlefield through the Force, "Kota, I suggest you take command of the right flank. The droids are starting to push them back. Shryne, coordinate the artillery and force the droids back to give Kota time to reform the ranks."
Both men looked at each other before nodding in agreement. Kota's battlefield experience would serve better on the front lines and while Shryne was a capable warrior on his own, his technical expertise surpassed it.
"Where are you going, General?" The pilot asked, turning in his seat to face the Jedi.
Though the sight of a T-visored helmet had quietly disturbed him ever since Galidraan, though he pushed it out of his mind with practiced ease to better focus on the situation at hand.
"The forward command post," Korim repeated loudly enough for the pilot to hear, "I need to get to a tac-map and a comm unit."
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Acclamator-class Assault Ship "Resolution"
22 BBY
In the aftermath of the battle, the survivors of the arena had been evacuated to the Resolution, one of the Acclamator-class Assault Ships that had come to their aid. Compared to the noise and chaos of the ground battle, the silence of the hold was deafening.
Of the two hundred and twelve Jedi that had gone to rescue Kenobi, his reckless Padawan, and the Senator, only thirty had made it out of the Petranaki Arena. Many of those who survived were injured. Some were missing limbs, had been blinded or deafened by the explosions, or had suffered other afflictions. Three Jedi Council Masters had perished, one in the Arena and two on the field of battle.
Korim was seated on a small crate, stripped to the waist as he tried in vain to patch the dozens of holes in his tunic with shaking hands. While Firrerreo healed extremely quickly, they still scarred, leaving his torso littered with old, ugly scars ranging from cuts from blades to blaster shots. Many of the wounds would have been lethal or severely debilitating for almost every other species, though to him they were only temporary annoyances. The only spots that were completely unblemished were the ones directly over his heart.
On the floor next to the crate, Kota was dabbing at a minor burn on his arm with a bacta patch, his durasteel cuirass dotted with scorch marks from blaster fire. He had a few other scratches and scrapes from where he had gotten too close to a fragmentation grenade. Of the survivors, he appeared to be the most composed, having seen losses of far greater scale before.
Shryne was in the Resolution's medical bay with many others. He had taken shrapnel when an AT-TE had exploded, several of which were serious.
Having given up on repairing his tunic, Korim instead sat in meditation, attempting to organize his thoughts. Despite the crowds of soldiers milling about the hold of the Acclamator, the Force was quiet around him. Only a few minutes prior, he had seen several of them with their helmets off.
They were clones.
"I don't trust them," Kota grumbled quietly. Too quietly for the troopers to hear, but loud enough for Korim to pick it up.
"I will admit that the circumstances are rather...suspicious," Korim muttered back, drawing himself out of his meditation and opening an eye to look at him, "But they're pleasant enough."
"Good little soldiers," the human scoffed unkindly. He gestured vaguely, "Look around you. Notice anything strange?"
"Besides the eerily identical faces, you mean?" Korim replied facetiously before growing serious again, "Yeah, I see it. They're too professional. Too robotic."
"You've been around soldiers just as much as I have. What do soldiers do when not on duty?" He asked rhetorically, "Play cards, drink, sports. Something," He spat to one side, leaving a small puddle of saliva on the pristine floor, "I haven't seen one Pazaak deck since I've been here. Not one bottle of Corellian Ale. Not even a pair playing catch. They just sit and maintain their gear. They're like droids, just covered in meat."
The Firrerreo Master had to agree, "They're definitely alive, but their presences are...reduced. Barely there. If I wasn't looking for it, I might have missed it entirely."
Kota grimaced, "Yeah, I sensed it too. Makes them uncomfortable to be around. Creepier when they call us "Generals." The snarl that briefly appeared on his face told Korim that he had been reminded of something bad, "I don't trust them. And I don't think we should use them for the war."
Korim didn't bother arguing the last point. They both knew war was inevitable at this point. The first major war in nearly a thousand years.
Instead, he chose a different subject, "And what would you use then?"
"Volunteers. Conscripts. Anything other than them," Kota answered quietly, "Something about them bothers me. Reminds me too much of the other kids back home."
Korim winced, knowing very well how Kota came to the Order, "Unfortunately, we don't have much of a choice. The Judiciary Forces won't be enough to push back against the Separatists and a new army will take time to build up."
"It'd be worth it," Kota said darkly before repeating, "Anything but them."
Right there, Korim promised to himself that he was going to have a long talk with Master Yoda about how exactly they had acquired this army, just in time for the war to start. He agreed with Kota. Something about this reeked.
Geonosis
22 BBY
As flak shells exploded around them, Korim remained as still as a statue as he held the Battle Meditation, gently nudging the pilots of the craft around him to evade the incoming fire. Kota's firm hand was clamped on his shoulder, keeping him from sliding out the transport's open doors.
Nevertheless, Korim flinched as one of the transports exploded when it failed to swerve aside in time.
Aside from himself, his old friend, and the white-clad soldiers, the compartment was occupied by Shryne, Nat-Sem, Shryne's Padawan Draak, and the diminutive form of Master Yoda.
Though he was still deep in meditation, Korim frowned slightly when he felt a small slip of emotion escape Yoda's calm exterior as the ancient Jedi stared out the bay doors into the desert. Something was troubling the Grandmaster, though what he wasn't entirely certain. Despite that, he suspected it had to do with Dooku. Despite the diminutive Jedi's words, the Firrerreo doubted that he was going to stay at the forward command center.
Korim was tempted to ask Kota to go with him. However, his intuition told him that the battle-hardened Jedi was needed more on the ground with the troops.
As they landed, Kota and Shryne disembarked, though Korim stayed put.
"Not coming?" Kota asked.
Korim shook his head, "I'll head for the forward command center," He paused, reading the battlefield through the Force, "Kota, I suggest you take command of the right flank. The droids are starting to push them back. Shryne, coordinate the artillery and force the droids back to give Kota time to reform the ranks."
Both men looked at each other before nodding in agreement. Kota's battlefield experience would serve better on the front lines and while Shryne was a capable warrior on his own, his technical expertise surpassed it.
"Where are you going, General?" The pilot asked, turning in his seat to face the Jedi.
Though the sight of a T-visored helmet had quietly disturbed him ever since Galidraan, though he pushed it out of his mind with practiced ease to better focus on the situation at hand.
"The forward command post," Korim repeated loudly enough for the pilot to hear, "I need to get to a tac-map and a comm unit."
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Acclamator-class Assault Ship "Resolution"
22 BBY
In the aftermath of the battle, the survivors of the arena had been evacuated to the Resolution, one of the Acclamator-class Assault Ships that had come to their aid. Compared to the noise and chaos of the ground battle, the silence of the hold was deafening.
Of the two hundred and twelve Jedi that had gone to rescue Kenobi, his reckless Padawan, and the Senator, only thirty had made it out of the Petranaki Arena. Many of those who survived were injured. Some were missing limbs, had been blinded or deafened by the explosions, or had suffered other afflictions. Three Jedi Council Masters had perished, one in the Arena and two on the field of battle.
Korim was seated on a small crate, stripped to the waist as he tried in vain to patch the dozens of holes in his tunic with shaking hands. While Firrerreo healed extremely quickly, they still scarred, leaving his torso littered with old, ugly scars ranging from cuts from blades to blaster shots. Many of the wounds would have been lethal or severely debilitating for almost every other species, though to him they were only temporary annoyances. The only spots that were completely unblemished were the ones directly over his heart.
On the floor next to the crate, Kota was dabbing at a minor burn on his arm with a bacta patch, his durasteel cuirass dotted with scorch marks from blaster fire. He had a few other scratches and scrapes from where he had gotten too close to a fragmentation grenade. Of the survivors, he appeared to be the most composed, having seen losses of far greater scale before.
Shryne was in the Resolution's medical bay with many others. He had taken shrapnel when an AT-TE had exploded, several of which were serious.
Having given up on repairing his tunic, Korim instead sat in meditation, attempting to organize his thoughts. Despite the crowds of soldiers milling about the hold of the Acclamator, the Force was quiet around him. Only a few minutes prior, he had seen several of them with their helmets off.
They were clones.
"I don't trust them," Kota grumbled quietly. Too quietly for the troopers to hear, but loud enough for Korim to pick it up.
"I will admit that the circumstances are rather...suspicious," Korim muttered back, drawing himself out of his meditation and opening an eye to look at him, "But they're pleasant enough."
"Good little soldiers," the human scoffed unkindly. He gestured vaguely, "Look around you. Notice anything strange?"
"Besides the eerily identical faces, you mean?" Korim replied facetiously before growing serious again, "Yeah, I see it. They're too professional. Too robotic."
"You've been around soldiers just as much as I have. What do soldiers do when not on duty?" He asked rhetorically, "Play cards, drink, sports. Something," He spat to one side, leaving a small puddle of saliva on the pristine floor, "I haven't seen one Pazaak deck since I've been here. Not one bottle of Corellian Ale. Not even a pair playing catch. They just sit and maintain their gear. They're like droids, just covered in meat."
The Firrerreo Master had to agree, "They're definitely alive, but their presences are...reduced. Barely there. If I wasn't looking for it, I might have missed it entirely."
Kota grimaced, "Yeah, I sensed it too. Makes them uncomfortable to be around. Creepier when they call us "Generals." The snarl that briefly appeared on his face told Korim that he had been reminded of something bad, "I don't trust them. And I don't think we should use them for the war."
Korim didn't bother arguing the last point. They both knew war was inevitable at this point. The first major war in nearly a thousand years.
Instead, he chose a different subject, "And what would you use then?"
"Volunteers. Conscripts. Anything other than them," Kota answered quietly, "Something about them bothers me. Reminds me too much of the other kids back home."
Korim winced, knowing very well how Kota came to the Order, "Unfortunately, we don't have much of a choice. The Judiciary Forces won't be enough to push back against the Separatists and a new army will take time to build up."
"It'd be worth it," Kota said darkly before repeating, "Anything but them."
Right there, Korim promised to himself that he was going to have a long talk with Master Yoda about how exactly they had acquired this army, just in time for the war to start. He agreed with Kota. Something about this reeked.
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- Location
- redding
[]Plan High Ground
-[]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[]Ashoka
-[]Contact the Mandalorians: Bo Katan has been an uneasy ally in this battle, despite being your friend...but you need her help if you are going to survive this. Rolls Needed: 60> Reward: You contact the Mandalorians, and try to coordinate with them.
--[]Ordo
-[]Continue as Planned: You are in no position to just ditch them and Run… you need to win this battle quickly, NOW! Rolls Needed: 5> Reward: You attack the Stronghold.
--[]Rex
i would switch ordo and ashoka but other then that i like this plan the best
-[]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[]Ashoka
-[]Contact the Mandalorians: Bo Katan has been an uneasy ally in this battle, despite being your friend...but you need her help if you are going to survive this. Rolls Needed: 60> Reward: You contact the Mandalorians, and try to coordinate with them.
--[]Ordo
-[]Continue as Planned: You are in no position to just ditch them and Run… you need to win this battle quickly, NOW! Rolls Needed: 5> Reward: You attack the Stronghold.
--[]Rex
i would switch ordo and ashoka but other then that i like this plan the best
- Location
- United States
Quick question @Magoose, but why can't Ordo work toward disabling any outside communications to his troops? Or even just sending a detachment to attack some sort of comms tower? If The Clone Wars series has taught me anything, it's that comm channels can be messed with in all sorts of ways, unintentionally or not.
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Well I figured that with Bo Katan as our friend it'd be easier for us to convince them then Ashoka.
Also I think it's been 3 hours now so
[X]Plan High Ground
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- Location
- North Carolina
[X] Plan Hold the Line
-[X]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[X] Ahsoka
-[X]Get Rex into Surgery: You need Rex's Chip out of his head before he tries to kill you! Rolls Needed: 40> Reward: Rex will be out for one turn, but will no longer be able to kill you.
--[X] Rex (Obviously)
-[X]Battle Meditation: You need your men to win, and you will do so with the Force. Rolls needed: 20> Reward: Your forces will automatically win their engagements for the next turn.
--[X] Ordo
-[X]Defend Your Position: You need to Drive Back the Droids before you can do anything really.: Rolls Needed: ??? Reward: You drive off the Droid Army. Actions Become Available.
--[X] Ahsoka
-[X]Get Rex into Surgery: You need Rex's Chip out of his head before he tries to kill you! Rolls Needed: 40> Reward: Rex will be out for one turn, but will no longer be able to kill you.
--[X] Rex (Obviously)
-[X]Battle Meditation: You need your men to win, and you will do so with the Force. Rolls needed: 20> Reward: Your forces will automatically win their engagements for the next turn.
--[X] Ordo
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Because it is one of those things you can't do yet. Your a bit busy trying to defend yourself: Hence Actions not being available.
[X] Plan Hold the Line
Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X]Plan High Ground