Ahahaha, I know that be the case; it's just a matter of concluding it in a satisfactory matter! Just once we are on the shuttle and it isn't resolved, a good old fastioned scrap will sort it.

(Oh boy. This roll is amazing and bad! Spend the threat as you wish. I figured Ranged Light Vs Cool was a fair variation on the theme.)

The Rodian's gut clenched as the Jedi berated him for his life's choices. The Rodian still had the little capsule in his hand as he twirled the cap off and palmed the cap his off hand and glanced at the blue liquid inside, despite the threat she clearly posed the Rodian felt strangely calm; as if he knew she posed no genuine threat to his well being, all as he went though his little ritual whenever he was about to make a really bad decision.

"Cheers Brother."

With a quick chug he knocked back the booster blue with a practiced ease launched the cap and the container into the air, his heart beat rose as that all familiar rush kicked in as he let out a soft sigh.

Then, he drew the nova like lightning, delivering two flashes, of the trigger and holstered before her eyes could register the movement, the paint redue within each capsule exploded in a tiny flash disintergrated the casing before it even touched the ground. It was over within a heartbeat; something that would likely unnerve the wolf in sheeps clothing, if he had direct that movement at her that moment, would there even be time to ignite her blade? The Rodian cast a glance at her, a clear flicker of annoyance dawning on his features.

"You ask too many questions. Quite frankly people with my skills don't live honestly, the choice for this life was never mine the moment people learnt of my connection to the rebel agent and inquistor killer Tobin Stryder, you of all people should understand exactly the kind of attention they gave my family."

The Rodian sighed gently and smiled.

"The answer to all those questions? You got Tanson Stryder, so none of it really matters now. Now, lets get the shuttle."

With that he began to stroll toward the lift door and pressed the button; the only spectators to the convseration being the dead techs at their consoles.

Ranged Light vs Cool : 4eP+2eB+1eC+3eD+1eS 3 successes, 4 threat, 1 Triumph

3+1 success from the thrumph = 4, and 1 from the set trigger of the Nova (+1 threat). The end check is 5 success, 5 threat.

I am going to use the T to inflict 3 strain, so I'm throwing 8 strain your way to break this stalemate. ^^ If that isn't allowed, I will select another use when I wake up later.

This is a real stretch of a social check. 5 threat is 5 strain.

// if I may, the set trigger only applies to combat checks. That was not a combat check. //

He slipped some kind of drug into himself. A slaver, a scavenger and an addict. This Rodian was truly scum. Arissa wasn't sure the satisfaction of this deception would be greater than just killing him for much longer. Still with saber in hand she put her hands to her mouth and gasped in a mockery of shock.

"By the Force! I'm sorry! You j-j-j-just said slavers and I was afraid and.... and..... and......."

She began to weep into one hand, tears falling through the fingers. Then abruptly stopped as if composing herself.

"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no......."

She couldn't finish this filth. It trailed off under her breath and she made the movements as if she were whispering it to herself. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and patted down her ruffled clothing.

"Mr, um, Stryder. I apologise. I am a Jedi and I must remain my composure. You have made no attempt to harm me and have even helped me and are offering more. I trust you to get me out of here safely and I will assist you in the same."

A beaming smile was shot at the Rodian. Her best. It would have melted the heart of the Emperor himself. So she thought anyway.

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Deception check Vs you Discipline with a blue from advantage and sense emotions.

Deception Check -

2 hours ago, LordBritish said:

Ranged Light vs Cool : 4eP+2eB+1eC+3eD+1eS 3 successes, 4 threat, 1 Triumph

3+1 success from the thrumph = 4, and 1 from the set trigger of the Nova (+1 threat). The end check is 5 success, 5 threat.

Correct me if I'm wrong but the success from the triumph was already included @LordBritish ?

It will have to be up to the GM whoever that is to rule on @awayputurwpn 's point.

3 hours ago, SithArissa said:

Correct me if I'm wrong but the success from the triumph was already included @LordBritish ?

It will have to be up to the GM whoever that is to rule on @awayputurwpn 's point.

Ok here I have to intervene!

The Set trigger only works on combat checks! and the corect social skill for this action would be coercion! But I'll let it slide this time because of triumph (so you are still in a social encounter somehow)

The triumph is already calculated in to the end sum.

The correct summary of the check is:

3 Sucess and 4 Threat!
For the triumph is used to count this still as an social act dispite rolling a combat check and it adds 2 strain to Arrissa!

So @SithArissa you got 5 Strain total from that check...(that blaster bolt was quite close to your skin...) but release 1 of it from your own check
@LordBritish since Arissa rulled the treads to be strain you gain a total of 4 from your check and 2 due to Arissas deseption check.

actuell scoreboard:

Arissa W-0/13 S-4/15

Tanson W-0/12 S-13/17

you may proceed!

(Aye, I woudn't usually use a combat skill in a social setting; I just figured narratively for this particular scene it made sense. He's a gunslinger; he was demonstrating his keeness in a way only words couldn't quite articulate. Admittedly, pulling a gun infront of a sith wannabe probably wasn't his best idea. XD

And blur, my maths didn't work last night, I was a little rushed in my actual calculations.

Here is my roll, I will return to interpreting it once I've woken up/had copious amounts of tea.)

Leadership vs Discipline : 4eA+1eC+2eA 3 successes, 1 advantage

I'll use the advantage to get my next active ally a boost dice. Oh wait, just me. XD

Arissa W-0/13 S-7/15

Tanson W-0/12 S-13/17

7 minutes ago, LordBritish said:

(Aye, I woudn't usually use a combat skill in a social setting; I just figured narratively for this particular scene it made sense. He's a gunslinger; he was demonstrating his keeness in a way only words couldn't quite articulate. Admittedly, pulling a gun infront of a sith wannabe probably wasn't his best idea. XD

And blur, my maths didn't work last night, I was a little rushed in my actual calculations.

Here is my roll, I will return to interpreting it once I've woken up/had copious amounts of tea.)

Leadership vs Discipline : 4eA+1eC+2eA 3 successes, 1 advantage

I'll use the advantage to get my next active ally a boost dice. Oh wait, just me. XD

Arissa W-0/13 S-7/15

Tanson W-0/12 S-13/17

Looks like you need more tea, might want to reroll those 2 green at the end as purple and the red should only be a purple, no upgrade on leadership tests.

Pffft, definately need more tea. Take 2. No wonder I was bound to succeed if I rolled 6 dice against one!

Leadership vs Discipline (Don't bugger it up this time LB!) : 4eA+3eD 2 successes

So I'm immensely successful (4 success from the first check) but I have two threat remaining. I can see where this is going. XD P.S. since I'm probably gonna lose this round I'm going to set up to go out in an amusing way, though it's just a narrative effect either way; it's easy enough to ****** it back off him

Arissa W-0/13 S-8/15

Tanson W-0/12 S-13/17

The Rodian continued to smile as he nodded, playing it cool despite the liquid that had hightened his senses to the extreme; it made concentrating on the simplest tasks difficult; like the controler settings dialed up to 11, yet he somehow kept it under control despite the shake in his hand.

"Oh don't worry I know. The only reason I got involved with this business was from those romanticised tales my brother sent back in the journals, now that I've had at least one arm ripped off? I don't wanna be anymore. Besides, I wouldn't have met you otherwise."

The Rodian chuckled and as the lift chimed softly and he stepped in, clipping his helm back on as he spoke swiftly, he had to act quick, now for a smooth getaway.

"Our best chance is to pretend I found a vault of illegal goods, the kind they can peddle on the black market for Jedi collectors; you were just entertainment they found down there; they won't think twice about it, at least long enough to get aboard the shuttle and deal with the token resistance."

It seemed a solid plan; simple, very few moving parts. Just a pity he wasn't wise enough to recongise the threat right before him, he extended his hand out as he pressed the button to go up.

"For that though I'll need a stage prop, I show them this lightsaber, they won't think twice about my claim. That and if they find that on you they will not hesitate to shoot you down. You can trust me."

You are determined to get this saber off me. If this suddenly becomes combat after I'll be very disappointed in you my lord. Do my turn after work roughly 6 hours.

Now that's a thought. XD in all honesty, nightone being my witness , that regardless what happens I am not trying to disarm her for a cheap shot. I said social so I'll stick with it to the end as agreed on. As said, I'm in it for the banter, though I admit being choked for dp really hurts.

that and if there is a following knockout set of matches? He won't be as understanding for that. No huge hurry anyway, I'm chilled.

The Rodian wanted her Saber. NO. NO! it was hers. The master gave it to her. It had belonged to the master when she was alive. It has taken the lives of countless beings in the galaxy, century's of death and destruction have been spread from this blade. But...... the deception called for some sacrifices, and she would get it back from the corpse after if everything went wrong. But that doesn't mean she had to like it. Slowly she walked over to him, Saber in both hands and offered it over. He reached for it and clasped the hilt with one hand. As he did she let the facade slip for the first time just for a few seconds she was Arissa. A killer. A demon, A Sith.

"If this Saber doesn't make its way back to me, Tanson Stryder, you will pay. Your family will pay. The Galaxy will pay. And your suffering will know no bounds"

She let go of the Saber and took a step back eyes focused firmly on the Rodian waiting for his next move but had relaxed her stance and was once again the helpless prisoner, though that part of the game was over now.

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Coercion check vs your Discipline with Blue from Sense Emotions.

Coercion Check -

Deception vs discipline : 3eA+1eC+2eD 4 successes, 4 threat


Hmmm, that suggests a death by paper cutting if you ask me. XD I'm tired right now so spend the threat how you want and I can write up some banter tomorrow when I get back from my interview. Good game. ^^

Arissa W-0/13 S-8/15

Tanson W-0/12 S-14/17

Well that'll have to be 4 strain to you. Write for your action here, but i'd like a chance to describe the finish if I may. GG. I think we can both agree this was the more interesting option than 2-3 rounds or a OHKO.

(Sorry for taking so long, had a lot of interviews to attend. Feeling better btw? ^^ @SithArissa )

The Rodian under his helm tilted his head to stare at her through those sliver glowing optics as the lift closed and it shuddered to rise, he continued to gaze at her intently as he clipped the tiny cylinder onto his belt. Did that threat to him spark suspicion? When his helm was clipped down his emotional state was more difficult to gauge without that transparent face. Instead he was the black and purple gunslinger, faceless aside from those sliver orbs and that single, red crystal that hung around his neck in chain. Suddenly the Rodian stepped in and tightly wound her waist as he securely held her to him; now

"Touche. You don't really need a saber with a tongue that can burn durasteel; not that isn't attractive. Now, be natural, it's showtime."

The door hissed open with a soft ding and there stood a dispersed crew that levelled blasters at the lift entrance. The crews surprise turned to shock as the glanced between one another with uncertainty, their gaze differed to the pack leader, a rugged Burgundy Nikio with a face like a vicious vibro axe wound.

"Howdy fellas, sorry ta-"

"Tanson you turd why weren't you in com contact? We were about to leave ya sorry blue **** behind for the imps to collect."

"Alright boss man! Sorry about that, must have knocked my communicator when sampling the merc! Guess it was my bad for-

The red Nikon's chest swelled as his deep dusk red features turned a deeper shade of crimson as he blankly pointed his double barreled blaster at the Rodian's face, the lackies followed suit. His words a soft growl

"Stryder; just because Dei puts up with ya bantha doin' don't mean I do, give me a reason why I shouldn't space ya hide."

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The Rodian's heart skipped a beat, now was the time hook him.

"Well, I found some major retail estate downstairs, though I guess you hav' no interest in something like this?"

He nonchalantly unclipped the small shato from the belt and twirled it between his fingers with a gentle whistle; immediately the rodian got the response he wanted, that glint in their eye. His heart was like a hammer in his chest despite his casual ease, but it was the cool that separated boys from men. Or older boys from boys. Or trandosains from their dinner, something like that.

"We scored the motherload boss man, shafts and spheres as far as ta eye can see that would land you in Dei's mud bath faster then a whomp rat with a bolt up tis hide. Now, if my com were workin' I would have asked ya to come down, but since it weren't..."

He drew his hand back from her waist and slapped "Vaylz"' most bountiful asset. No, the author is not talking about her presence score.

"I had my hands full."

The Red Nikio glanced between the Rodian, the Twilik and the saber with a furrowed glare; The Tobin knew Kravish's cue, always conflicted between his desire to punish the outlaw and his desire to please his boss; the latter usually desire won. The Rodian felt his brow sweat under his helm; he hoped those odds were in his favour, though the brutes slow nod caused him to breathe easy.

"I'll deal with you later Stryder, come on lads."

The Rodian guided the lady aside as he marched past the band of outlaws stormed past him onto the lift, the Rodian let a deep sigh as the door closed behind them and he guided her around the bodies to the hanger.

"Well, here we are. One first class shuttle to anywhere but 'ere, emergency doors are 'ere, 'ere and out the window and our cabin crew is thankfully spare."

The Rodian chuckled he had done it after all. Vaylz was free and she would be grateful; his chest was warm; completely captivated by her now as he held out her lightsaber out to her, his mind already beginning to drift towards the future they might have together.

A naive fool's dream.

"You are free now Vaylz, where do you want to go?"

I wasn't expecting anything for a while @LordBritish . I wouldn't want to write anything after an interview, successful or not.

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I don't have Force move its narrative go with it.

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Still smiling she reached for the Saber. It felt good in her hand like an extension of herself.

"Thank you Mr Stryder. But I believe there still some business to deal with here."

She reached for the Force and pushed the Rodian hard into the Ship wall pinning him to it.

"You have been quite the entertaining specimen thus far, scum but entertaining scum. And the master does always say you shouldn't break your toys after only one use"

The Force she was channelling changed. No longer was it pushing on Tanson physically but mentally. Pushing on his mind. No untrained being could last long under such a assault on the faculty and sure enough after a few seconds of struggling and quite delightful groans of pain his head drooped and he slumped to the floor when the Force was reigned back into her.

"Now for the fun part"

The lift doors pinged back open "Stryder I thought you were......." The sentence was interrupted by a blur of red striking the Nikon's face and half his head dropping to the floor. A heartbeat of silence went by as the shock of the attack was processed by the remaining crew. Blaster fire erupted at the spot where Arissa had been just a split second ago. Another red flash and another crewman down. Another. Another. more bodies fell, decapitated, dismembered, eviscerated. Finally one of the crew was left. He stood mouth agape trying to point his gun in every direction.

"I have to say you lot have actually disapointed me. I thought there would be more of a fight"

The owner of the cold emotionless voice came into view from behind the crewman, he started and spun tripping on his own feet and fell dropping his blaster.

Arissa gave a sigh and let the blade of the Saber wink out.

"But perhaps I can still have some fun here"

The crew mans eyes widened as Arissa pulled the ancient Sith sword from her back. He scrambled backwards on the floor to a dark corner mouth moving as if he wanted to scream but no sound would escape. A wicked smile appeared on Arissa face one nothing like what she was using on Tanson, one full of psychotic glee at the anticipation of what was about to come.

Dragging Tanson out of the ship was the most straining thing she had done this day with her slight frame. Again brushing his mind with the Force she pushed at his consciousness just enough to stir him from complete senselessness.

"Been such a pleasure chatting with you today Tanson, you did amuse me so I did you a little favour and you wont have to worry about those crew mates of yours anymore. But if you will excuse me I have an urgent meeting with my master, and it would pain me to be late. Quite literally."

She run 2 fingers along his chin and gave an actually warm grim to him hoping he would be woken enough to see it. And hoping it would fuel the fire of hatred she had planted. Then turned and walked up the plank of the ship. Time to leave this place her work was done.

... WOW

This concludes the match,

The fastforward and romantic Rodian falls to the bewitching acts of the dark and evil Sith-Mistress!

a fight of wits and charms,
of deception and coercion
has come to an end with the Rodian wittnessing the brutal slaughter of all his former crew man as a farewell gift of the Twi'lek, a true Vornskr in a Nerfs' hide!

Congratullation to the victorius Arissa! (Gaining 5 XP)
good luck next time Tanson. (Gaining 10 XP)

thanks to you both for this great and glorious Roleplay
it really was hillarious!!

(I vote for Tanson for the alternative duelling style award in this seasson! first a chase now an fight of wits!)

(And both of those fights ended in the oppositions favour! Being a special snowflake doesn't mean it's useful! XD)

His conscious mind had been divided like stars, where it had been once whole another galaxy had passed though; shifting the gravitational pull of memories and scattering them like a leaf of the wind, soon to be lost like tears in rain. The soft lit of velvet cut into this dark void where it drew the largest cluster up together to open his eyes; a beautiful woman, teeth as sharp as broken glass, a warm smile, yet with it came burning burning. Contrast was a beautiful thing; the cloud thought. It remembered it was her that shattered them, but yet couldn't understand why, or how. A great impact, two galaxy colliding seemed probable, but that shouldn't have been possible! No galaxy could penetrate another, yet the cloud knew but one feeling, even if it couldn't remember what it precisely was at this current state of then.

-BURNING FURY-

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"Hmmm, it seems that I was too late. My visions are not as accurate as they once were."

Another man, unbeknownst to the Sith and the Gunslinger strolled quietly into the imperial base; having threaded his way though the patrols that dotted this fungal moon. Everyone here was already dead; the stormtrooper's had fallen to blaster blots, they had been expecting someone else, standing to attention where two bolts had penetrated the eye lens. That in itself wasn't exceptional nor of particular interest to the old man; but the cold ripple in the force still lingered; a festering wound in the fabric of reality still hung in the air with the fresh scent of terror, whomever had preformed this act had left a body behind as a grim testament to-

The old man stopped with a frown; now really feeling the flow of the force around him; one still lived!

"Are you awake now?"

The Rodian tried to craine his head to the sound of the voice, an human that the Rodian thought looked elderly, but his bare shoulders bore immense strength of a man in his early twenties. His tunic shredded by rough living to expose a deep chest; imprinted by a long burn mark that had disrupted his abdominal muscles may years ago. Unbeknown to the Rodian his symbol of office was tucked away, the man who was once a keeper of peace had already foreseen all incidences where he had revealed that trivia; each involved a response of a great fear; a cornered womp rat was still dangerous enough to fight when cornered after all as muscle memory was one of the few things left intact within this poor sod.

"I wouldn't attempt to move, with a fragmented mind like that you might do yourself more harm then good. Whoever shifted your thoughts did so with all the delicacy of a rancor, it's a wonder you are alive unless they wanted you kept that way."

The Rodian had so many questions, his mouth worked but nothing came out; the human stroked his thick greying beard as he nodded cryptically; the Rodian's mind was broken but most of the recent memories had been left undistributed; enough to obtain a clear picture of what had transpired. So despite the lifting of the veil, one still lived? Fascinating. He stroked his beard again thoughtfully; perhaps the force hadn't completely abandoned him yet.

"A pale skinned twilak? Don't worry I understand. Since I was rescued I have been apart from this galaxy much too long. It's time I start repairing a 23 year mistake by at least getting you to safety, I would have owed Sirak at least that much."

"But tell me Rodian, what is your name? I would give you mine; but only a handful of plucky souls have saught it without seeking my end."

The Rodian tried again to move; a name did come to mind; was it his? He couldn't remember now, it didn't matter but to this old man it seemed to; totally not a Jedi master in hiding nor steriotypical in the slightest; but his first task in satisfying the burning in his chest was to give his name; that, would lead the Blue rodian back to her. And so he gave that name to satisfy this old man's curiosity with slow, deliberate effort.

"Tob-in, Stryder."

Colour me intrigued.

Ahahah! As I edited in; both of those narrative combats were largely to my detriment, (though in Bulk's case, I probably would have spent 6/10 rounds just shooting at him. XD) but I do appreciate a good bit of banter now and again. As said, the duel was a real hoot. ^__^

Consider your intrigue satisfied; our RP group actually left a Jedi Master on Falcua to recuperate after we rescued him. Everyone alright for spoilers?










Spoilers?













Sujo Warde. Our RP group rescued Sujo Warde from the Sith spirit influence about 9 months before the battle of Endor. In his backstory he is actually was the master to a Jedi Temple Guard that would later be broken and turned into an inquisitor, who has hunted down and murdered all of Warde other apprentices while he was otherwise occupied. The other interesting thing is that we have an alt system; so my main character (A Force Emergent called Tobin Stryder; an outlaw who actually did do a lot of horrible things to Dei's rival including robbing Kalthos vault and causing billions of damage to his art collection) had never met Warde due to preferring to commit to the ongoing war then a silly treasure hunt (He had just lost his own apprentice to Vader) and thus wouldn't have a reason to distrust the Rodian, despite having been rescued by the party.

Spoilers closing

Spoilers closed.

Tanson is actually Tobin's brother and was inspired to become a outlaw instead of join the rest of his family in a shield world and as such saught to work directly under Dei to continue his older brothers work; unfortunately given his brother had also fallen influence to a Sith artifact his choice of role model could have been better. Officially, Tobin has been dead for a couple of years, unofficially he has died 5 times in the space of 2 years. Really unofficially he has been alive all this time aside from that one time he actually died and was brought back with sinister magic, just the nature of his fight against the empire means he isn't as active in the criminal underworld as a heist master as he once was and these days considers his own name too much of a hot property; so now his mascaraing as a Bounty Hunter called the chameleon which is only known to a handful of people.

So effectively; Tanson has become a dead man who isn't really dead taking up the name that his brother intentionally abandoned, after being rescued by a man who should be dead, but isn't. Just it seems like the kind of material that would make for a comic book plot twist and a potentially interesting nemesis for the future.


So basically; Falucia was a pretty funny place to have this battle because of these coincidences made it rich from a story perspective. XD

I've read that thrice and I'm still confused.

Basically, he thinks he's something he isn't, who is still alive. Lesson of the day? Don't talk to strangers without a responsible adult. XD

Heat 5D @TheShard with Drez'n vs @LordBritish with Tanson Stryder

Location: http://orokos.com/roll/561391

17 = Volcanic Canyon without the Trandoshian Hunter

Initative Skill: http://orokos.com/roll/561392

77 = Vigilance (you both are not aware off each other, winner of the initaive sees the other one first)

Starting Range: http://orokos.com/roll/561394

43= Medium

Destiny Pool: @TheShard choose high or low, then @LordBritish shall roll the d100 winner decides on color.

You also may roll initative any time.

Location:

The Volcanic fields of Malachor, an ancient world of evil, with thousands of dark relicts to be found...

Being a gentleman, I will roll inti first XD

Vigilence check : 1eP+2eA 4 successes


Wow. I will spend 1 rank of rapid reactions (generating 1 strain) to result in 5 successes.

Edit: Whenever you are ready @TheShard