Oppression sweeps across the galaxy; the light of freedom dimming more with every passing day. As the grip of the GALACTIC EMPIRE tightens, citizens begin to make the necessary sacrifices in order to simply see another sunrise.

But as the severity of the grip scales exponentially, so too does the scope of the ever present restlessness felt by the downtrodden. As serene remembrances turn to rallying cries, turn to militaristic action, some older memories recount the tales of the fabled JEDI ORDER and their failed quests for peace.

Long since forgotten, the FORCE moves in mysterious ways, and aboard a maximum security prison ship, hope and fate would see to it that in one cell waits the unrealized potential of five beings who are soon to hear the call of their FORCE AND DESTINY.

Starring:

Absol197 as Kalira Belami

BlackBird888 as Ze'nemon

Kael as Lord Kolah

The Shy Ion as Aanu

and introducing Sini* as DLMA

​So this is a Force and Destiny Play by Post. Those are the players. I'm going to try and keep this down to one thread now; so we'll be rolling in the same post as the action it's tied to, okay?

​Additionally -- and I'm stealing this from Blackbird in his Age of Rebellion game -- if you want or need to speak out of character, just toss that business into some quotes.

​You find yourselves in your cell, built up within the confines of three solid walls, a bare floor and ceiling, and a rayshield to close it off. The shield hums constantly, stopping only when someone or something is deposited within the cell.

For some of you it has been weeks, others mere days, and the sights have not changed overmuch. The guards have not spoken to or around any of you, interacting only as much as needed in order to drop off your food and water each day. From within the confines of the cell you can see other cells built identically, each with one to seven people within. When one of your fellow prisoners have attempted to speak with the guards, they've been introduced to the electrified floor.

Occasionally a prisoner is taken from their cell, marched past your cell and out of sight. While a few handfuls of people have made this long walk, none have returned.

It has been several days since the last of you was introduced to your new home within this prison. The entire structure shakes and trembles, and the guards in the hall give one another a look through their helmets before they jog off out of sight. Again the structure shakes, this time more violently than before, and within a few moments the lights blank out, only to be replaced with a much more Spartan emergency light system. The red glow of each rayshield casts stark shadows across the interior of the cells they seal.

Men in uniforms, armored and armed figures dart past your cell, followed in time by robed figures baring red glowing lightsabers moving at impossible speeds.

Coming from the direction those soldiers ran toward comes shouting, and a hail of blaster fire rockets past.

Suddenly silence falls. Down the darkened hallway, moving quickly, comes a squadron of mercenaries, some wearing old military uniforms, others baring the winged seal of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. To your cell comes a man clad in blackened armor, with tall horns jutting through the top of his helmet. Over his body armor he wears a waist length bomber-style leather coat. Expressionlessly he stares into the cell at you. After a few seconds he reaches into his utility belt and removes a plasma cutter, which he promptly uses to short out and destroy the control panel for your rayshield.

When the shield falls he replaces his tool in its compartment, removes his helmet slowly to reveal a tired looking Gotal. "Well, come on then."

The Power of Destiny Compels You!: 1eF 1 Dark Side

So quick question: did the guards here have any obvious Imperial insignias on their uniforms? Were they Stormtroopers? How the guards present themselves will determine how Kalira reacts to this...

I'm going to assume that the guards or the ship as we were brought it had clear Imperial markings, and then I'll edit my response if that proves to be inaccurate.

Yeah, Kalira got you guys electrocuted a lot . She was probably shouting at the guards for the majority of her first day here, and every single time they came to our cell directly after that...

As the gotal removed his helmet, she arched a brow, her arms crossed in front of her, taking in the appearance of her rescuers.

"Umm, no," she said, pointing at one of the mercenary's insignias. "I'm not going anywhere with Rebel scum." She started forward, still wearing the same ridiculous shoes she'd had on when she'd arrived, her body language indicating she intended to push rudely past the man who had set her free. "I'm going to find the captain of this vessel and speak with him. My father is close, personal friends with Grand Moff Tarkin, I'm sure we can come to some sort of..."

If you want to know details; roll for the Destiny Pool! Then details shall come!

During your stay in the prison cell, you had plenty of opportunities to see the Imperial Cog on the uniforms of the people keeping you here. I will post further details once others have had a chance to join in.

: 1ef 1 Dark Side

Destiny roll: 1eF 1 Dark Side

In one corner, a tall, gaunt Zabrak woman is meditating. Aanu has been here for a week, and barely said two words to the others in that time. She opens her eyes and blinks against the light. Shakily, she rises to her feet. "Rebels...?" she whispers in a voice like sandpaper. Blinks again, and then narrows her eyes at Kalira. "The Empire eats its own," she mutters dryly. She walks forwards, each step very deliberate, growing steadily less unbalanced as she goes along.

To the rescuer, she says, "Do you happen to know where they're keeping our things?"

Ze'nemon steps out of his cell slowly, observing the other freed prisoners and his supposed saviors cautiously. He recognized the symbol on the armor of his rescuers quite well, but said nothing to them. The words of the thorned one, the Zabrak, intrigued him and echoed his own thoughts, and he waited quietly to hear the answer.

1eF: 1 Dark Side [1eF=DS]

Kolah had been resting in his cell for the past week. He spent most of his days with his hat over his eyes as he slept. There was nothing to do but wait. For what he wasn't sure. But waiting all the same. Waiting was something Kolah was used to, and something he excelled at. A moment would present itself after all. As the ray shield comes down he hops to his feet and then tips his hat to his rescuer, a gesture of thanks.

"The accommodations here are lousy, the service is slow and ultimately I don't think this institution has much to offer us. So I do think it's high time we left."

He moves down the hall "But first I need to find where they stowed my stuff."

The gotal makes an attempt at a smile, but a sad looking grin plasters itself on his features instead. He looks to each of you in turn as you begin to stir at the rescue attempt.

"There's a room at the end of the hall which leads I to this cell block with contraband, I'm sure you can find what you need within."

The furry goat man ***** an eyebrow at Kalira for a moment, "Listen to your room mates. Let's get out of here first. If we timed this right, then the Grand Moff will be very busy right about now."

He steps out of your way and guestures down the corridor in the direction he and the rest of the Rebels came from. You can hear people shouting and crying and cheering now as other cells are opened. People begin to fill the empty space of the hallway.

Aanu nods to him. "Thank you," she says. "And good luck." Then she dusts off her pants, gives her former cellmates a glance, and says, "Let's go, then." She starts walking purposefully down the hallway. The others will follow, or they won't.

Shy, you beat me to it! Kalira was going to shoot off her mouth at Aanu >_< ...

Also, she's assuming that the inquisitors were Jedi that were helping the Rebels, probably undercover, because why would upstanding Imperial citizens have lightsabers?

"Get away from me, alien brute!" Kalira almost snarled, yanking her arm away and stepping back as the gank approached. "I'm not one of you wookiees that you can just push around!"

When the horned hero spoke to her, she sneered at him. "We'll see; even with those...Jedi," she spat the word like it was a curse, "you have with you, the troopers on this ship will repel you. I'll enjoy seeing you in one of these cells instead of me. It's all a misunderstanding to begin with."

As the horned woman brushed past, she couldn't help but take a jab. "Eating their own? Well, I suppose you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" She whispered quietly.

The furred woman gives the human the deadest look imaginable; not deadly, just deadpan. Given the mangling, one might be forgiven for finding her expressions difficult to read. One might be, but probably not. She continues further into the human woman's personal space, ignoring any more backing away or shrugging off. "You can argue when you're not a prisoner," she repeats. She shoves the woman in the correct direction, toward the contraband room; more resistance or arguing, or insults, will be met with hauling her with her one arm. Not just a show of force; the human is clearly unused to captivity, and the gank's hold will help her move on cramped legs.

Aanu pauses for a moment and laughs sharply at Kalira's comment. "What, not worried I'll take a bite out of you?" She snorts, shakes her head, and keeps walking.

Kolah shakes his head. "Isn't she just a ray of sunshine" he says to one in particular. He picks up his pace as they move down the indicated corridor. Once inside the room Kolah glances around for his gear. Spying it he smiles and walks over. He grabs his duster and swiftly pulls it on. He then pats it down as if looking for something. Then from inside his inner pocket he produces a cigar case and smiles "Oh good these are still here. I had hoped that those Imperial bastards didn't smoke them." He smiles as he opens the case, counts his cigars and confirms they're all present and the places it back into the inside pocket. He then picks up his sniper rifle and proceeds to check it to make sure it's all in working order.

"So I'm assuming there's a plan off this ride?"

Is Aanu's lightsaber there, or has it been stored somewhere else?

Ze'nemon slips his outer robe on, the one the Imperials took. The long sleeves and high collar of the dark gray robe are a familiar and comfortable. His infiltration tools were still secured, even, The shield the Imperials had taken -- a memento, and one he hoped to master soon -- sat against the wall. His captors apparently hadn't thought it was a danger, despite its considerable weight. He gently settled it on top of his head. The weight would break neck of weaker beings, but he bore it with ease.

"Where next?" He directed the question at whoever was willing to listen. Basic wasn't his strong suit, and still sounded off to him, distorted and distinctly unnatural.

The human's face indicated that she held a vicious retort for the zabrak, but the ominous approach of the gank quickly absorbed her attention, especially once she had been shoved out of the cell.

"The nerve!" She seethed. "Do you have any idea who I am, filthy beast! I am - hey!"

The gank grabbed her upper arm and began walking, nearly dragging the woman behind her.

"Let go of me! Let go!" Kalira shouted, beating on the gank's arm as she was forcibly relocated. "I'll have you shipped off to a zoo on Felucia, or wherever it is you animals come from! I said let me go!"

When they reached the contraband chamber, her resistance resulted in her being unceremoniously flung to the floor as her captor released her, searching for useable equipment. She opened her mouth, readying even more vile verbal barbs, but suddenly stopped.

"Wait...oh, thank the Emperor!" She move around frantically, searching for something herself. Finally, tossing a beat up old datapad aside with casual disregard, she stopped. "Here!" She delicately lifted a portfolio of aged red leather, a little less than half a meter long, bound with a long leather chord. Closing her eyes for a moment she hugged the object to her chest, then unwound it, checking that the contents were still intact. Inside, beneath the carefully folded flaps, were several hundred small sheets of actual paper, and in a sheath to one side a long red feather that was tipped with an ornate metal tip.

"They damaged my quill!" She declared inspecting the device. "I'm going to have this captain court martialed!" She replaced the feather and wound the folio back up, then began searching again, looking for something else.

Guess who's datapad she casually tossed aside !

The room is wide, and you enter into it with the right hand wall close by, and the left hand wall two meters away. There are rows and rows of barrels with names on the top in small placards. Inside are likely the belongings of the people whose names you're reading. Easily you can all find your equipment, and what doesn't fit in the barrel is located not far away, in a cabinet which was once locked, but loocks to have been cut through with heat. Perhaps that plasma tool the gotal has.

From behind us a great murmur of shifting people, herded near to your location now that they've been freed from their cages. A man in a dirty orange flight suit is trying to direct them down another hallway, away from you all and he's indicating with a finger to his lips to be quiet.

The gotal appears through the crowd and steps into the room with you, placing his helmet back on. "They're going to a separate ship, I have one of my own. I can get us all out of here, get you all back to your freedom. Come with me." He marches across the room and to the far door; it slides open vertically as he nears it, "This way."

Kolah would likely notice his weapon has been ID tagged with an actual tag. Someone likely wanted to request it for themselves.

Ze'nemon may have taken notice that there are a few scratches on his fancy hat/shield, it was likely used. Likely used rather poorly.

Aanu will find her saber on a bench, dismantled carefully, the casing open, and the crystal not in place. Curious hands have been busy learning.

Aanu's eyes widen as she sees her datapad flung away. She snatches it, glowering at Kalira as she does so, and runs to the bench. "If they've damaged it—" She cuts herself off and bends down over the disassembled lightsaber. "Intact. Intact. Good. As for my notes..." She hastily shoves the saber parts into various of her pockets, slides the violet crystal into a tiny, empty pouch, and goes for the barrel with her name on it. No notes. She checks the cabinet next, with the same result.

"Gone," Aanu finally says, after frantically strewing the remaining contents of the cabinet across the floor. "They're gone. My notes—stolen, or burned, and gone. Thrown in the incinerator by some idiot trooper, for all I know." She stands again, scowling. "Years of work, lost!" In contrast to the reserved manner she demonstrated while in the cell, she flings her hands up, gesturing wildly. She looks about ready to dive into a rant when the gotal's statement snaps her out of it.

With one last regretful look towards the room, Aanu follows the gotal, muttering a litany of Zabrak profanities under her breath.

Even after being shoved in a cell, it's still the loss of her notes that Aanu takes most personally. XD

The gank has dropped the human woman in favor of the cabinet--more specifically, the arm there. She hefts the cybernetic to press the end trailing wires against the exposed socket at her left shoulder. The arm whirrs as wires retract, extend, and find their other ends. The panels on the arm shift like an animal waking up. Another soft sound is the repulsor fist coming to life inside the arm's blue-glow knuckles.

"Ah, good," the gank grunts. She glances at, and then disregards, her right hand and the inactive circle in its cybernetic palm; still broken. With two arms, the woman retrieves her gear from a labeled barrel: armored robes, complete with a hood--and a mask. The mask's creator was obviously more comfortable with gank helms, and breaking the mold broke his heart. It's different enough.

"Good," she says again, slightly muffled. She collects the rest of her things and addresses the human woman: "If we don't leave, the stylus will be the smallest of your worries."

Kolah continues inspecting his rifle when he notices the tag on it. Someone thought they were going to get his custom made weapon, not today it seems. Kolah pulled the tag off and then decides to make sure the sights haven't been messed with. He aims the gun down the hall. As Kalira continues to make a scene and protest the gun sights hovers over her for a moment. There is a second when Kolah considers making EVERYONES life easier but the thought passes as the rifle lowers and he gives it one more pass. He then reaches into the locker and grabs the ammo, finally loading the weapon. He looks inside for one more item, a pair of macrobinocolurs that he had with him. Attaching them to his belt he then glances up at the gotal as he returns.

Kolah follows behind their savior as he starts down the hall and towards his ship. "Thanks for the rescue" he says and then pauses "so ..... how much do we owe you for this? Some kind of Rebel recruitment?"

The gank turns toward the man with his gun; when his barrel moves on from the human woman, the gank stands a little more easily and returns her attention to the human woman. Another shove is imminent. With two good arms, the gank won't drag her; if need be, she'll carry the speciesist woman after the gotal.

The gotal watches the group of you interact with one another as you all collect your things. He sighs audibly but says nothing. That is, of course, until Kolah speaks to him directly.

"Rebellion? No. This is about freedom. ...and setting things right. Not just for my part in how we all got here, but the galaxy. The Force. I can explain more later on, once we're on the ship out of here. But for now? In the immediate future? I've got an inquisitor to take in or take down. I think that I could use some assistance." He tugs at the folded out lapel of his jacket, even though his helmet is back in place you can tell he's smiling to himself.

Where once there was a crowd of scared, angry, and confused former prisoners being herded and directed by the small group of soldiers who are acting as their saviors, now is an empty hallway.

"If this one is designed like the others I've seen, it's a straight shot down this hallway, until we get to a left hand turn, then it's just a few meters to the main corridor which leads to the central spine, along which we can find turbolifts to other floors, and connections to important rooms of the ship. One of you take point, move quickly, move quietly, and I've got our backs."

Through the doorway which frames the armored gotal, you all should be able to see clearly enough despite the emergency lighting that there is in fact a long hallway with recessed lights where the wall meets the ceiling, and it appears to be empty. There are closed doors along left hand wall every few meters, each wide enough to accommodate three people shoulder to shoulder to shoulder.

That definitely gets Aanu's attention. "The Force? You have information?" She starts rummaging through her pockets again. "I've been looking. I'm a researcher. A scholar. And... a disciple." She holds the crystal in one hand, keeps hunting for the hilt's parts with the other. "And if we're going to fight, I'm going to need my saber."

Aaaaand Kalira freakout in three... two... one...

GM, is there a check I need to roll to put it back together? If so, Lore or Mechanics?

("I'm going to need my saber," says the person with no idea how to use it.)

Ze'nemon interjects, speaking to the gotal: "This 'force' is unknown to me, but the Imperial clovoc owes me a blood debt," he says. He pauses. "And I, perhaps, owe one to your clovoc as well. I offer my services -- I will proceed ahead, then?"