Memorable Moments!

[Cal Arcton]

"Probably?" Kai offered after a moment. "I'm not too much of a expert on the force." Except the one in my pants, Boom! He really couldn't take that name seriously. "Sure as heck seemed that way though."

"Know much about them? The Jetti or whatever they were called?"

Oh god, he took the nickname.

[Jelna Vawn]

Subject: [D8, LA] The Big Score (The Green Thumb) [Event]

The funny thing was, Clementine had actually come in to buy Sleeppack. Hin’biki seemed to only rest when he fell over, and Clementine had heard it mentioned in passing by a customer at the bar as something that helped organics get some rest. The exact phrase had been something like “you give 'em a dose of the stuff and they'll take a nice, long nap, heh heh heh.”

That sounded like exactly what Hin’biki needed.

The being behind the counter had looked nonplussed when Clementine came in. Clementine was worried. He had even called ahead, using his inbuilt commlink to ask if they had any Sleeppack in stock, and then asked if they had it ready for him. He relaxed when he started to get led to the back room. He waited patiently as he was left there, not noticing the harshly whispered conversation behind the door.

“We have very clear instructions!”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Dose the ‘droid?”

Eventually a dangerous looking sapient came in and told him gruffly that if he wanted in on the big score, he’d have to let them cover his photoreceptor on his way to the meeting. Some mutually confusing back-and-forth later (“But what about my Sleeppack?”), and Clementine was on his way.

The lights come in to a blank room, with a man with a robe and a darkness field surrounding him sitting patiently for your awakening (or bag remove). "I want the best for the job; prove to me that you are what I seek."

“Oh, okay, Master Mind.”

Lifting and shouting are two of Clementine’s specialties. It’s hard to tell under the shadowcloak, but as he lumbers menacingly across the room, he thinks he detects them flinch. Win or lose, a good lifting-and-looming is its own reward. He’s humming staticfully to himself as he awaits the results of the interview, at peace with himself and the world.

[Flip destiny to find opportunity; skip apothecary shop rolls because droid; 2 successes on athletics + 2 successes & 1 triumph on difficulty 4 coercion = 10 total job interview points. 1 strain taken.]

Athletics 1:

Big Score Muscle Athletics #1: 1eP+4eA+2eD 2 successes


Big Score Muscle Coercion #1 (Daunting, downgraded with Intimidating for 1 strain): 4eP+1eA+4eD+2eS 2 successes, 1 Triumph

Oh dear, Clem.

[Cal Arcton]

This thread here has some good interplay between Fey and Quinn. I especially liked this bit:

Oh boy. Now Quinn *really* understood how her master must've felt when first teaching her.

"It's like how a coin has two sides. Only in this case there's more to it. The force is split between dark and light. The lightside is peace, and serenity. It's everything you think of when you think of the Jedi. The dark side is the opposite of that. It is powerful, but it is fueled by all of the negative emotions you may have. Anger. Fear. Hatred. The more you draw on these emotions, the stronger your connection to the dark side of the Force. And that changes you in turn. Twists you. That's something everyone with a powerful connection to the force has to be aware of."

[Cal Arcton]

If there's a constant in the universe, it's that pairs of stormtroopers on patrol will be talking about speeder models.

The door was locked, as expected. Listening for a moment, one could hear the shuffle of feat. The idle chatter.

"I hear they replaced the S-37s..."

"... About time, the S-36 had so many problems..."

The voices were muffled, speaking through the comms of a helmet, an effect very familiar to you.

[Yara Suhr]

Subject: I lost my left arm, now I'm all right. [D9, EM]

Temra struggles, but even with the newest explosion freeing one of his arms, it wasn't enough to completely free him. Although that free arm was able to scrape away some of the foam trapping Kor.

"This is a medical facility you barbarian!" Temra yelled at the intruder. "Have you no conscience?"

Thank you!

[Cal Arcton]

Hurray! Demon-Giles is a big damn hero!

As shocked as he was at the sudden disappearance of the trolls, talk of the Pantoran, put Temra in mind of the only Pantoran he'd met recently, little Mirri. His thoughts then swirled to all the innocents on the planet, and the death and disruption he assumed this cataclysm would lead to. He could not allow that, he had to try something.

He wasn't sure how he did it, and if asked he couldn't say, seeming to be one of those heat of the moment situations. He assumed it was a counterbalance of light to the darkness that began it, but Temra waded forth toward the source of the green energy chanting some words that seemed to have been locked away in the back corners of his mind from his time with Shazziq, almost as if his mentor had prepared him for this very moment in Noventa's history.

D9 LM Stop the ritual Lor/Int, boosts, fear, weather, force: 4eA+2eB+1eF+2eD+1eC+3eS 2 successes, 2 threat, 1 Light Side


LS to reduce threat
2 success, 1 threat

[CLL-MT9]

Nodding, the twi'lek moved alone. It was easier to sneak one person, after all.

It didn't take long before the door was opened.

Hokey religions and ancient rituals could get bent - this was something she could make sense of.

Yeah! Get bent mystical energy field created by all living things that surrounds and penetrates us and binds the galaxy together! You don't control my destiny!

Goes nicely with Cal's addition in the previous post.

[Temra Zol]

Revisionist history at its finest

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[Cefey Raneth]

Subject: [D9-LN] The Big Score Pt. Tres (Cherr's) [Event]

"Five large, oh gee." Clementine had managed to squeeze all the way inside the cabin before the chase got truly dangerous and is wedged in the back. As much as he can move, he rocks back and forth excitedly. "Oh gee, oh gee, oh gee."

Just the way Clem says "oh gee" makes me giggle.