Memorable Moments!

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Spece Maury

[Cefey Raneth]

Spess-Springer xD

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: Reverie (Day 3 Early Evening Chatt's Grill)

"That way?" He took a sip from his cup. "Kinda curious as to how exactly you believe in luck then. That is if you even do."

She might be one of those odd force believing people. Though he wasn't sure why they called it the force, seems like there could be a bit neater name for it... The force seemed like something a overly confident man might name his penis.

*snrks*

xD

[Cal Arcton]

"Oh yeah, not a bad word out of him." Lena frowned.

"What's up doc?" She gestured towards the tavern. "Care for a quick drink?"

Damnit, Lena!

[Cal Arcton]

Quinn has a way with words, and summarizing the problem.

Well, it was good that the truth was coming out. Not so good that someone relatively close to her was involved. Potentially worse, depending on intentions, that she knew that *Quinn* knew.

In short, it was a bit of a mess.

"Well, shit."

[Cal Arcton]

Quinn again, introducing the first lightsaber to the game, and a very nice post for it, too.

More work. More determination. This was the first lightsaber she would ever build, and it needed all the care in the world. She had to get it right.

It had taken her almost the entire day. Near failure. And in the end...

...success.

Quinn could hardly believe it, taking a deep breath before holding up the hilt in front of her...

This is for you, master.

... and turned it on.



The hum told her it was working, and when she opened her eyes she saw the brilliant blue-white glow of a lightsaber´s blade. Almost fearful that someone would walk in, despite her having locked the door, she flipped it off again. Next came the simple work of adjusting the hilt to better suit her fighting style. She wanted to do some more work on it, improve upon it further. But there was no time. They were about to rob a warehouse, and she needed to do her part. She secured it at her belt... and then decided to put it somewhere less visible instead.


Lightsaber crafting, lets try this again, boost from learning experience: 1eP+1eA+1eB+2eD 1 success


Basic Lightsaber created, Noventa Crystal slotted in, free mod: -1 crit rating, Curved Hilt attachment installed.

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: [ME6] - The Noventa Festival

Blue hair. If I were your CO, I would have demanded you rid yourself of it.

But the Death Trooper was not her biggest concern. She had considered drawing her pistol and capping her target in the head but there were too many people between them. The armor could easily soak a body shot, and Jelna knew her aim wasn't perfect.

And here we believed you would take the path of subtlety for the factory. I should have trusted my intuition that the military would stage a coup.

Cefey, Kai, Lena. I hope you can bring the Ivory Phoenix in force.

The governor stood on the stage. He was the figurehead, and his well-being could make or break the planet's morale. If she could just get there and extract him in time, then the people would be safe too. She was sure that shouting at everyone about the Imperials would only cause havoc.

She rushed towards the stage, ignoring her impulse to flee from the Imperials she saw. The fact that rebels were so much better at hiding themselves reminded her of her begrudging respect she had for them all those years ago. Of course, that hadn't stopped her from questioning them, torturing them, executing them.

"Ya need to stop! Get the governor to safety!" she shouted when she got close to the stage. But as she moved to climb up, the nagging feeling in her gut proved correct. She had anticipated the blaster fire and even the TIE Fighters. But the Star Destroyer, the other craft, made fighting impossible.

Plus the governor was in her new nemesis' clutches. Jelna stepped backwards, her hands high in the sky. She glanced around for any escape routes now.

That humming, though. The damned humming from the blade. Everything about this woman. She seemed to be the cold chill of this planet personified. That one feeling the Empire cherished dearly kept Jelna frozen there.

Fear.

[Cefey Raneth]

viewtopic.php?f=45&t=328

Following this scene, with two ex-Stormtroopers having a little reunion.

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: (D6 MA, Closed) Special Delivery

It was hard to get it to slide in at the angle, but given some time, she'd be able to do it. Like a USB stick, in once, turn it around, in again, turn it around, now it's good.

That's too much realism in my Space Opera!

[Cal Arcton]

Clem is a helpful guy. Droid. Whatever.

Clementine stepped in to support the swaying guard as Kaneesa stepped away to confer with Cefey. It was really more like offering a railing to lean on, but if the man starts to slide Clementine puts out the fine manipulators to grab him. It may resemble a little too much the collar-and-belt hold used by bouncers across the galaxy to give erstwhile patrons the old heave-ho, but it will keep him vertical.

"If you need some protection from your wife, we can find you a guy," he says helpfully.

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: Independence Day [Day 6, ME, Open]

Clementine took longer to process the message than Hin, but not much longer than the rest of the crowd. The Codpiece's other employees and patrons were a kaleidoscope of reactions, admittedly mostly in shades of confused and upset. There is a moment after a large crowd receives a shock where it might get ugly -- panic, randomly or purposefully directed violence, looting -- that someone like Kaneesa might know how to smooth over.

Clementine just increases the gain on his speaker until it fills the bar.

"HEY." A few heads turned."HEY, EVERYBODY." The bar did not exactly become quiet, but nothing was loud enough to be louder than Clementine.

"THE IMPERIALS AREN'T HERE. I AM. IF YOU WANT TO DRINK, STAY HERE. IF YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING ELSE, TAKE IT OUTSIDE." He paused. "YEAH, OKAY, THAT'S IT."

And with that, assuming there was no immediate demand for violence, he went to follow Hin. Either a friend needed some help, or an erstwhile employee needed to be brought in to line.

Clem is too much for me sometimes!

[Cal Arcton]

Really impressive post from Runi about the nature of friendship and trust:

"We don't with most people," she pointed out. "Ultimately, you can't really trust anyone. You aren't any less trustworthy than most people. Any trust is ultimately about taking a leap of faith and hoping you don't end up on the ground in a heap of broken bones."

"Being friends is accepting what the consequences might be for being around someone." She sighed. "There's plenty of risk for those who are attached to me it turns out. People will make their own decisions about that. If they think you're worth the risk... That part's their decision."

"But whether you're willing to take that risk, of something happening to them is your decision, too. So... However you feel you need to do. It must be lonely, though."

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: One for the Road (D7, MM)

"I'm a Jedi!" Quinn shouted as she stood up suddenly, likely surprising and stunning people into a moment of confused silence.

"I mean..." She looked around, realizing that blurting such things out suddenly wasn't really the best way of joining the conversation. "...I mean, in training. Kind of. Look, what I'm saying is we *can* trust each other. We *should* trust each other. And I haven't been doing that with some of you. And then you guys don't trust me, and then people want to leave because it's safer that way. And then the bad guys win because good guys aren't teaming up to stop them and stuff!"

She paused for a moment, hoping people weren't about to burst out laughing.

"So, I'm a Jedi. And uh, a mobster's daughter. And I cheated like 2000 credits off of Ribmat when playing Sabaac."

[Yara Suhr]

Cal turned to Runi, his jaw dropping. Again. "Your mother's alive? And she's an Imperial Inquisitor? Here?"

His mouth finally closed. He moved behind the bar, shaking his head, and fetching out a bottle. "Does anyone else need a drink? I know it's early, but..." He shook his head as he poured bourbon.

At that kor' s eyebrows shot up a bit "that inquisitor is your mother?" There was a long pause and he looked at Cal "yeah, I'll take a drink."

The whole of that thread, to be honest.

Feels like the point in the movie where the band of scrappy misfits Becomes A Team.

[Yara Suhr]

Did anybody share the latest adventures of Kor + Cat yet? Looks like not!

viewtopic.php?f=50&t=403

So many muscles, so many feels.

[Yara Suhr]

Subject: [Day 7, LA] The New Deal

Kaneesa is a bit more gussied up than usual, his long ears tied back into a more controlled position, and in a pressed shirt and vest, with a black beret on his head, along with a pair of sunglasses. He approaches the bouncer and offers a short, deferential nod.

"I have an offer that the Madam may be interested in." Kaneesa gestures to a small crate that he has brought along with him. He cracks it to show a glint of bottle within its depths. "And some other things to discuss. I wouldn't waste her time."

I see Kaneesa is taking fashion cues from Radicalized Jar Jar...

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: [Day 7, LA] The New Deal

Kaneesa is a bit more gussied up than usual, his long ears tied back into a more controlled position, and in a pressed shirt and vest, with a black beret on his head, along with a pair of sunglasses. He approaches the bouncer and offers a short, deferential nod.

"I have an offer that the Madam may be interested in." Kaneesa gestures to a small crate that he has brought along with him. He cracks it to show a glint of bottle within its depths. "And some other things to discuss. I wouldn't waste her time."

I see Kaneesa is taking fashion cues from Radicalized Jar Jar...

omg I'm loving it!

[Cal Arcton]

"The republic never did anything for me," he said bitterly. "My master just kept moving deeper and deeper into Imperial space and the Republic never came. I waited, and waited, hoping....but the rebellion was just a fairy tale to us."

Hin'biki threads always make me tear up a little. Does anyone else just want to hug him and tell him it'll be okay?

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: Surrender (D7, EM, Ivory Phoenix)

Kai cursed a bit as the man managed to make his drop his blaster with a close shot, but smiled a bit as the man moved closer. "That's a bad move, but if you want to." Kai muttered as he brought up his fists. The uppercut was textbook, and it seemed like the fellow didn't see i coming. I mean who really expects someone to punch you when they're carrying a vibroblade at their side.

"Don't get up." He muttered as the man fell to the ground.

Maunever: aim
2 strain: aim
Action: punch to the face

unarmed attacking the silly gun with the baton... aim twice, strain damage: 1eP+3eA+4eB+2eD+1eS 6 successes, 2 advantage, 1 Triumph


10 strain damage from unarmed strike. 2 Advantage to trigger knockdown, triumph to make him surrender.

After all the Orokos-hate, that roll was immensely satisfying.

Fey might've swooned a little.

[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: One for the Road (D7, MM)

Following up from this scene, even Demona reacting to Quinn's outburst of being a Jedi.

Behind him, Demona briefly flickered into appearance, also staring blankly at Quinn. A few moments later, she flickered out again.