Noventa - A Star Wars Story

She sighed. Well, that saved on the explaining, at least.

Quinn Largo wrote:"Wait," she called out at the Gungan. "I thought... I mean a short while ago you were demanding to know what was going on, and now you don't want to know?"

Kaneesa turns and shakes his head.

"Kid, what I wanted to do was to defuse the situation where things looked a bit...laser swordy." The Gungan offers a shrug. "And I felt what that guy was givin' off. And I literally was shocked by it. I am not jamming my tongue back into that glowpanel, thank you very much."

Kaneesa waves to Cefey. "I'll be seeing ya' later Blue. You know where to find me."

She looked a little uncomfortable;

"Uh yeaaah... I kind of know her."

"I wouldn't worry 'bout them. They came off as weak-willed, easily swayed by promises of power with no true ability to achieve it. The sort that follow like cattle but think themselves wolves." Jelna shrugged. "Saw a lot of those types during the peak of the Empire."

Fey rubbed her neck as she glanced between the others.

"And what about those other two? They seemed to be his lackeys or something... I've seen that Chiss before though; name's Sharn, I believe it was, here on the ship Strange Charm. You know the woman, Quinn?"

With the work of the Armorer, and others, the ritual site is dismantled, broken apart through explosive and physical means. The Force Storm that had gone out of control had done quite a number on it as well.

"Wait," she called out at the Gungan. "I thought... I mean a short while ago you were demanding to know what was going on, and now you don't want to know?"

"If you wish aid, good sir, I can escort ypu back to the Medical Center? For I am ashamed to admit that I neglected my supply pouch with my medkits when I responded to this calling."

"Well, I'mma hurt the most I think then."

Kaneesa limps up. "I think I'm going to go home. Have fun with your dark Jedi folks"

She raised a brow at the skepticism. It wasn't as if it was wrong perse, but... hey, whatever. It was all good. Evil had been defeated! For now...

...

"I think it'll be fine," she said when talk came of dark side energies being unleashed by hitting the altar.


I'm so cool.: 4eA 2 successes, 1 advantage healing strain

"I wouldn't expect so Ma'am, but one can never be too careful. If you have concerns I would recommend making one's self scarce for a few minutes."

D9 LM Discipline for Strain Recovery: 2eA+1eP 2 successes, 2 advantage


Wounds 0/13
Strain 4/16
Soak 6
Defense 1

Temra takes a few breaths to compose himself after the confrontation before giving everyone time to clear out if they wished.

Hefting his ax over his head, he brings it down with a powerful swipe, cleaving the altar in twain.

"Someone teachin' ya somethin' doesn't make you somethin'. Still, I have no problem callin' ya a Jedi with that sort of display." Jelna walked up to the altar and peered at it. "I don't suppose this thing could explode with dark power if we did that, right?"

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D9 LM Discipline for Strain: 2eP+1eA 3 successes, 2 advantage


Strain is now 7 taken.

"He could just make another one if he were determined, but I don't see any problem with breaking it down."

She looked around, at the others.

"So, I'm Quinn btw... For those of you who didn't know."

Fey nodded, heaving a sigh as she regained some of her cool. Though she was still pretty shaken.

"I have a grenade... maybe we could jury-rig it somehow to blow the thing up?"


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D9 LM Cool to recover strain after the fight: 3eA 1 success, 3 advantage

Seeing everyone was uninjured, Temra rose and slowly walked towards the altar, hefting his ax menacingly.

"Not sure if this is the most correct play, but I am inclined to reduce this thing to so much rubble."

Seeing the danger over for now, and the Lord of Darkness have tucked his tail between his legs to run, Fey's legs buckled and she fell down on her knees as she panted for air. "Thank goodness it's over... yeah, we're not doing this any time again soon, Babe." She managed to breathe a chuckle at that. "Not only him, but those other two as well who seemed to be in cahoots with the so-called Lord of Darkness and Bad Haircuts." Fey heaved a big sigh.

"I'm fine, Temra," she said with a nod to the iktotchi. "Just a been shaken and sore." Those damn conjurations of cheap tricks packed a punch.

"So... uh... what do we do now?"

Quinn sighed in relief. It was hard to believe she had actually gone up against someone like that and lived. Harder still that she made *him* run away. And the fact that the dark esoteric ritual threathening to devour the planet got stopped was a nice surprise too.

Her lightsaber retracted, and she turned to the others with a nod and smile.

"I'm fine," she told Temra.

Then she looked at Jelna.

"If I got taught by a Jedi, I'm a Jedi, aren't I? And it's not a laser sword."

Jelna shoved her pistol back in its holster and looked back at Cefey. "We ain't ever goin' on one of these Force hoggity ventures again, ya hear me? Where'd this varmint even come from?" She let out a harsh sigh. "Least I saw what he looks like. We ought to tell the whole galaxy to look out for him."

She looked over at Quinn. "Where did ya come across one of those things? Ya even look like ya know how to use it but ya look too young to be a Jedi. Hm, unless a Jedi has been teachin' ya." She shot a smirk at Cefey. "What do ya think, Honey? Does swingin' 'round a laser sword suit me?"

Temra slumped to his knees as the exertions of the last few minutes caught up to him, but the smile on his face would remain for much longer.

"Good riddance to bad influences." He mumbled before turning to see if anyone was seriously injured now that the major threat was defeated, however temporarily.

"Are there any who were seriously wounded and in need of attention before we head back to Noventa City?"

The storms above began to coalesce into a cyclone, electricity arcing down, focusing on the spot where Nygmus had been standing originally. A wall of power slammed up through the ground, aiming directly towards Temra, falling just shore, but enough that the stress of the situation did get to him. And the, it was calm. The rain continued, but the storm seemed to abate.

In the Distance, the Seneschal watched, disappointment present on his features, yet the belief that it wasn't over. There was still plenty of work to do, even if it wasn't here.

"Only delays. Never an end." Before he took another massive leap, disappearing from view.

The ritual was broken, but Nygmus had gotten away. What would this mean for the system? For the Galaxy? As of now, a sense of calm. The darkness that was present in the planet was still there, but it felt as though it would slowly begin to weaken.

Outcome: The Ritual was stopped. As of D10, Noventa will no longer act as a Dark Side Vergeance.

Reward: Each PC who worked against the ritual gains one rank of Knowledge (Lore) or Discipline.