Amma_rose posted:Please, for all things good and holy, tell me that there is an open seat, please please PLEASE I need something anything right now that can get me away from everyone and everything that is and lives in my apartment.
destined4gr8ness posted:Amma_rose posted:Please, for all things good and holy, tell me that there is an open seat, please please PLEASE I need something anything right now that can get me away from everyone and everything that is and lives in my apartment. We are open to having another player. If you would like to join us we will be meeting tomorrow night at All About Games on Overland at 7:00. The characters are level 5 with a few exceptions. I think we are at a position where we can add another character quite easily. You might have to wait a bit as the characters finish what they are doing but it shouldn't be too long a wait. The more the merrier! I do ask for a comitment to the game and the group, so as to help keep the continuity of the storyline. I hope to see you there. Am I missing the re-cap from last session? I don't see it, and I thought last session was one of the best yet. We are still on for Saturday night at 7:00 RIGHT? Thanks for the Interest.
Oro-vash posted:(Alright. Just to recap for the times I was there, I'll try and recap what happened the time I wasn't with what I've pieced together from snippits from you guys. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. And no smart-alec responses, ERIC.) Now, after somehow managing to Escape the building across from the Cantina on Tatooine after our Jedi, Clay, and his new padawan, Oro-Vash, survived the bounty hunters where they were outnumbered, out-gunned, and undeniably out explosived. Kriffing thermal detonators. They made their way to the ship where Oro-vash went off to meditate for the near future on his actions, thus cutting him out of the picture. Shortly after boarding the Ship, the Blue Dragon, our heroes picked up an old friend. Garik and his sister, Nara, reappeared, along with a trandoshan whos name I won't even try to spell. To quote Mira, "Sounds like something you cough out when you've had too much Juma. Something with too many K's and Y's." They recieved a distress call from a downed X-16 skyhopper, and promptly fly the ship to its location. No idea what happens there, I'm hoping someone will fill it in. Something about DESTROYING OUR LANDING GEAR, almsot getting killed by a wamp rat, and getting two thousand pounds of Bantha meat, along with their saddles, tendons, fats, so on. Apparently, our party also acquired a dozen bottles of Corellian Cactus Wine. This was specified, guys. So, after some stressing out about the landing gear, two jawa sand crawlers came out to join our heroes, with whom a deal was struck. Clay and Garik managed to convince the Jawas to give us, in return for our ungodly amount of Bantha, an R3 astromech droid (A droid worth all our meat in and of itself), and an LE repair droid. Once again, Our party of One ship and armor addicted mandalorian Rodian, an ex-senate guard in Dengar's... woops, FAKE Dengar's armor, his techy sister, A trandoshan who while stupid does have his sparks of genius, our Jedi who is teetering between the dark and Light side of the force, and his new troubled teenage padawan all lifted off, recieving another mission in the form of a transmission concerning the wreckage of a Battle between the Speratists and the Clones which took place BEFORE the battle of Geonosis. Intrigued, our party hyperspaced to the specified coordinates, starting themselves on another Heart-pounding adventure! Along the way, we followed our own tradition and fell out of hyperspace early... and where no one sane would want to. As the ship switched from hyper-drives to sublight-engines, our party found that we were where we were going to be, but not where we wanted to be. We had hyperspaced to Ord-Mandel so we could find a safe way to get close to the battle's grim remainders, but instead hyperspaced right into its debris feild. So, our pilots Jaster and Garik, showing us once again their excellent prowess, piloted us inside the debris feild, dodging everything but an AT-AT leg, the command bridge of an Acclamator class Assault ship, and the kitchen sink from Episode III. After the collision with the AT-AT leg, our pilots scanned the debris feild for life signs, or heat-signatures for any chance of rescue from our own personal hell. All that was picked up was a small heat signature near the middle of the Debris feild. The pilots continued to brave the onslaught of drifting peices of durasteel star-fighters and Command ships, heading towards the heat signature. It turned out to be the power source of an LH-3210 Trade Federation Battleship... with serious exterior hull damage and an entire hanger/arm missing. When all hope seemed futile as the ships sheild continued to drop from repeated collisions with the orbiting junk, the entire battleship burst into action. Life support kicked in, weapons and tractor beams came on-line, and thousands upon thousands of battle-droids became visible on the ship's hull, and it looked like the droids were repairing it! Our heroes were tractor beamed inside the battleship, where the unexpected happened. But of course, when does anything NORMAL happen around this weary group of Galactic citizens? They were greeted by a droid which looked quite a bit unlike the B-1 battle droids scattered around the hanger bay, along with a JAWA of all creatures. Oh, and did I mention that on the way, the Trandoshan drank every bottle of Cactus wine except for the one currently owned by Jaster, and had one hell of a time when Clay shoved a tooth-brush down his throat in an attempt to purge him? During the next two days spent on the Battleship, the droid, XP-D8 (see destined4Gr8ness for more details), informed our party that yes, he was the owner of the ship, but no, he was not a Seperatist. He proved to be a very honorable host. He had our heroes ship repaired, landing gear replaced, and even got our young padawan Oro-Vash three parts he needed to make a lightsaber of his own. XP-D8 helped our heroes free of charge, saying "Your company and friendship are payment enough." He also offered that the heroes return if they ever needed something, or if he could help them, just so long as they spread word of his battle station to others in the galaxy with looser purses and contacts. Our Trandoshan had another spark of.... intelligence or stupidity, your choice. He downloaded the ships entire data stream. It's droid count, number of weapons, weak points, everything. All with the intention of selling our heroes new, and only, safe haven for a few extra creds. Our teenage party members, Mandalorian and Jedi, Jaster and Oro-vash, didn't think that was the kind of attention that XP-D8 was hoping for when he asked the heroes to spread the word about his soon-to-be luxury space resort, and confronted the Trandoshan. Jaster, using his quick wit and knowledge of droids, made a file on the Astromech, which made it so the data the Trandoshan had downloaded could only be accessed by the consent from the majority of the crew of their ship. However, the data found its way into the ships main logs, where it is much easier to access. And so, with the final arrangement of letting a Jawa who stowed away on our ship when we were on Tatooine stay with the Jawa on the Battle station, our heroes once again lifted off to seek adventure. (I do apologize for the lack of material in this next section, for our GM took quite a few half-hour long discussions with a member of our group. I'll try and detial it more to compensate.) After our party of now well-rested and jovial crew members once again said good bye to XP-D8, thanking him for his incredulous hospitality for the final time, they lifted off in their newly refurbished ship, which was now loaded with seven concussion missles, four space mines (The kind Jango Fett had), and better metals in their hull. They set out into the debris feild... forgetting about the debris until they were already in it. The trandoshan showed some resourcefulness by getting into the quadlaser and blasting several peices of junk that would have hit the ship, despite Clay and Jaster's efforts to avoid them. As the heroes reached the end of the remains of the gigantic space battle, they finished replotting the course to Ord-Mandel. However, their plans were once again foiled, this time by a Nebulon-B capital ship. They were stuck in its hyper-space projection, thus only able to hyper-space back through the path the Nebulon-B had come through. Of course, back then the Nebulon-B was an imperial capital ship, so just fighting one seemed better off than fighting the entire fleet that was likely on the other side of that jump. Yet another complication arose from the Nebulon-B, one which nothing could have predicted except the force. A strong wave of dark side energy assaulted Clay and Oro-Vash, draining them both physically. Clay, while having conciderably more stamina, was drained exponentially more than his new padawan, but both could tell that the ship wasn't just hosting your average crew of stormtroopers on it. (Please note, this is where all hell breaks loose, and Jaster and I were wondering why the Nebulon-B didn't shoot us during this...) Oro-vash then recieved a large dark side emanation, feeling it oozing off of the ship. He voiced his opinion to get the hell away from the ship as fast as possible... but for reasons unknown to the crew, Clay opted to fly TO the ship. Clay proceeded to attempt to mind trick both pilots, but Jaster's negative feelings towards the ship prevented the force from controlling him. Garik, however, was not as fortunate. He fell under the force's influence. There was a short dispute between Oro-Vash and Clay about whether or not to go to the Nebulon-B, which was cut short by Jaster and Garik saying that they didn't want a lightsaber duel in their cockpit, so both the Jedi should leave. Oro-vash left to the main room, where his frustration was threatening to take the better of him. Only his thoughts of the evil that had transformed Anakin Skywalker kept him from acting on his more aggressive, and utterly suicidal, urges. This was when Clay made his move for control. Nara, Garik's sister, left to go help Oro-vash's obvious frustration. As Jaster heard fists slamming into the walls of the main room, and left the cockpit to check of Oro-vash, Garik turned and shot him in the back with a stun shot, thus giving Clay complete control over the ship, or so he thought. The sublight engines died, and the trandoshan shot at the Nebulon-B, destroying its entire communcation array with a single magnificent shot. Before the communication fell, the ship recieved a single message. "So that is your answer." before the communication went dead, and the ship our party was on began to lose power. It's sublight engines were dead and its hyperdrive was dead. Clay also went back to check on his padawan. As Clay approached Oro-vash, Oro-Vash felt the Dark Side surge in strength, and immediatly drew his lightsaber, backing away from his master and entering a defensive stance. Clay also drew his lightsaber, and ordered his padawan to put away his weapon. Garik, realizing that the ship wouldn't move, headed back to join the scuffle as well. The trandoshan headed to the cockpit and sat down, not really doing anything. As Clay's orders to put away his lightsaber grew more threatening, Garik walked in. Still under the influence of the force, this all seemed normal. Clay put away his lightsaber as a show of good-faith, stared Oro-Vash dead in the eyes, and commanded him a final time. "Put your lightsaber away. NOW!" Oro-Vash did drop his lightsaber to his side, but didn't deactivate it, knowing that Clay's prowess in lightsaber combat far exceeded his own. Nara then shot Oro-vash with a stun bolt from her rifle, and with a groan, he dropped to the ground, his lightsaber deactivating. She then proceeded to try and stun bolt Clay as well, but he shrugged off its effects, and turned to "defend himself", unleashing a torrent of force lightning from his hands into both Nara and Garik. He asked why they were shooting at him, ingoring that the shot was only a stun bolt, thus incapable of doing any damage. The force influence Clay had over him shattered by the offensive attack towards himself and his sister, Garik shot at Clay with a stun bolt, but Clay dodged it. Nara then took the liberty of informing everyone that she and Jaster had cut life-support, so there was only about five minute of air left in the room. At this time, the Trandoshan decided to head back and see what the commotion was all about. Jaster had awoken by this time, and was biding his time to see when he would get an opportunity. As the trandoshan walked past him, Jaster yanked out his blaster rifle and attempted to stun bolt the trandoshan, but the trandoshan's primal instincts resisted the affect, and turned to leap at Jaster, teeth bared. At this time, Oro-Vash stirred, and saw his master calling upon the dark side to harm his fellow ship-mates. So he took his lightsaber in both hands, and silently stood up with a two handed swing, severing Clay's leg near the hip. As Clay began to totter sideways, Garik reached to catch him. As a reflex, Clay grabbed his lightsaber, activated it, and attempted to stab Garik through the heart, but the pain coursing through his body was too great for him to hold on, his lightsaber falling to the ground and deactivating. (And so another three sessions of RPGing ends, with A trandoshan stuck in mid-air for two weeks, and only about three and a half minutes of air left in the room! I apologize if I got anything wrong, and I know I did. This is just how I remember it and it felt from my vantage point. Long post, I know, and I'm sorry. When's the next session?)
