Star Wars Science Fiction Drama Unclassifiable Death In The Clouds! Star Wars Clue Spinoff

Come Look, Unveil Evil!
(CLUE!)



A business tycoon from the old families that first settled Bespin has passed away, under mysterious circumstances. A storm rages outside! A massive system that is predicted to last at least a day unless it's path changes. . .to last longer. His floating mansion in the clouds is under lockdown until the storm passes due to safety concerns and to prevent a killer from escaping. Once it has passed Cloud City Security Forces will arrive and everyone will be taken into custody, questioned, and processed to the fullest extent of the local laws.

For various reasons none present want that outcome, each for their own reasons. Outstanding warrants, tipping of government power plays, clandestine operations, family entanglements, and etc. There is a quiet way out though, for everyone - nearly. No the reduced staff of mansion droids cannot be of assistance, security systems had been turned off for the private event that was being hosted for those very same reasons so that there would be no surviving recorded record of the private event, and the only servants were base model ASP units and a few binary load lifters. Well...Yes and No are the only answers they can give and only to what they were direct witnesses to.

Unfortunately, due to the limited processing power, the body of mogul was found stuck in the trash chute. His body was found damaged by a droid that didn’t recognize what the odd shaped bag contained when it was trying to force it down the trash chute.

All you have to do is search for clues, question everything! And then make your case by locking yourself in the escape pod, which have all been locked down and rebranded isolation pods, and await Cloud City Security to come for you. Then, if you have deduced correctly and they verify the information - you will be summarily released without charges, suspicion, nor being looked at too closely by the temporarily offered amnesty offered by the Cloud City Administrator. Everyone wants a sound and quick conclusion after all.

The final twist of course is that a gas leak caused by the storm had knocked everyone out, causing short term memory loss. So who knows? Perhaps you are the murderer you are looking for? Can you figure out the mystery of the murder before it’s too late and the storm passes?

Or was it you, and you are hoping that the amnesty will extend even that far?


The End is near.

Welcome to CLUE!

It is NOT required that you played the board game in order to join this nor that you know the entirety of events. The mystery is half the fun! Including the era this is from. I will provide a short run down of the rules and gameplay so that you as a reader understand the workings of the world we shall RP.

Additionally hopefully there will be OOC thread.

Feel free to PM me with any questions you may have.

Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance (picture if so inclined):
Equipment:
Rank if applicable:
Faction:
Personality:
Bio:
Personal Goal: (GMs eyes only, do not post) Why were you visiting a Tabanna gas mogul?

Rules:
1) Respect and Obey the TOS
2) No god-modding
3) Do not metagame
4) If you need to step away please notify the GM
5) If you have an issue with the story, a plotline or character related event notify me as soon as you can, I am human I make mistakes too. I am always willing to work with players to give them the best experience possible. This is my first foray so be fair-warned. Rough skies ahead!
7) The most important rule: Have Fun!

The Board:

Layout of the mansion in the clouds.

Moving in posts: Game play will let you move freely between rooms connected rooms, if you make a guess then the ASP droids will bring the accused character into the room if they are still here - and you will receive a Yes or No response to your enquiry. The player character in question will share in PM/Convo one card that disproves your guess if they can. (If they are unavailable PM/Convo the GM and a card will be shared if accused player should of been able to dispute.)

Hallways are to posted as traveling through if traveling further than one room over, and if you are headed to the isolation pods as requested by Cloud City Security.

This game will be on a weekly or biweekly update schedule based off of everyone's schedules.

Above all let's have fun!

Additionally we have an OOC thread! Located HERE.


Locations:

1. Lounge
2. Dining Room
3. Kitchen
4. Ballroom
5. Conservatory
6. Billiard Room
7. Library
8. Study
9. Hall

List of Suspects:

1. The Master of Masters
2. Doctor Bellorum
3. Rash, Abner Wadsworth
4. Medb Ra-oon
5. Odosius Zaal
6. Praxon
7. Professor Rugel Juhn

List of possible weapons:

1. Blaster
2. Vibrodagger
3. Candlestick
4. Dataspike
5. Cable
6. Hydrospanner
7. Pipe
8. Bust

 

GM approved


(@RibbionsArt on twitter)

Rash, Abner Wadsworth
usually 'Abner' to the family

Age: 34
Race: Gamorrean
Appearance: 2 meter tall Gamorrean, wearing a white shirt, black tie, grey waistcoat and black morning coat. White gloves.
Equipment: Set of household keys, a datapad that translates Rash's speech so he can be understood by his employer and the other staff.
Rank if applicable: Butler and personal valet
Faction: (none)
Personality: Quiet, fairly solemn. Looks intelligent for a Gamorrean, perhaps even disturbingly so.

Rashra Abner Wadsworth is a quiet boar, reserved as all good male staff should be.
He watches the comings and goings of his master's household, and organises the lower staff as required.
Rash has worked for his employer for many years, employed six months before the master's messy divorce and then spending several years helping the gentleman rearrange the finer details of his household, such as making adjustments to the number of staff, reviewing the orders for the pantry, organizing the wine cellar and so on. Rash is the head of the household staff and usually works seven days a week- he is rarely able to take time off to visit his family.

 

GM Approved

Name: Medb Ra-oon
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance (picture if so inclined): Outside of dark skin, red hair, and green eyes, whatever I feel like. (I can't find a picture)
Equipment: Like I'm telling you
Rank if applicable: Seeker
Faction: Tearmann
Personality: You will find out soon enough
Bio: Oh that would require a pocket dimension filled with books…

 

GM Approved
Character Sheet
Name: Odosius Zaal
Age: 32
Race: Lannik
Appearance (picture if so inclined):

Equipment:
- A datapad covering various diplomatic treatises and protocols
- A Communications device intended to allow for communications to the Lannik Crown
Rank if applicable:
- Ambassador
Faction:
- Lannik Government
Personality:
- Outward jovial and fun loving, with a charismatic disposition.

Bio:
Born to a maidservant of the Lannik King, the favoritism shown to him in his youth stirred rumors he was Monarchs Illegitimate offspring, and he found himself being permitted some of the best Instructors that the government could buy. As he grew up, he rose through the ranks of royal society, serving in the local assembly, a position he chaffed in as it had no real power to influence the policy. He soon took up residence as an advisor in the royal Court, and later a Millitary commander for a short time, though his command left much to be desired. Finally, the Royals took to sending him on diplomatic voyages across the galaxy on behalf of the crown.

 

IC: Lord Semolurian Divertium
Location: Private Floating Mansion, Near Cloud City - Bespin


He stood at the head of the table, having just risen from his seat at the head to raise a parting toast to those gathered here - invited or not. The storm could be heard rumbling and buffeting the large viewports with its high winds and torrent of rain and hail. The odd flash of lightning and the even odder scream of some creature caught in the storm outside pierced the air as Lord Semolurian waited for it to abate just a little so he could give his parting words.



His Lutrillian snout quivered in a forced smile as he looked at those around his table. "Friends, business peoples, visitors, and employee! It has been my pleasure to dine with you all tonight, but as the weather is not cooperating we shall hold off on business until tomorrow. With age my body has become more sensitive to the weather and I fear I shall not be in good proper humor until this storm passes. Whether you were supposed to be here or not, please accept my generosity of a room for the night, and free run of the main floor here. The ASP droids will guide you to your rooms and wherever you may need them, but no one will have free reign besides me and my butler, I am sure you all can understand. A man must have his privacy however thinly veiled." Raising his glass of Whyren's Reserve from batch NN173, "To our health's and prosperous futures for us!" drinking the remainder of the glass in a smooth pull he set the empty tumbler down hard upon the table.

"Goodnight." he echoed before waving over an ASP unit and resting a hand upon it, waving away his butler dismissively.

Little did those present know, these would be the last words they would remember him ever speaking.

Later that night the storm blew some debris that hit and damaged the fuel lines inside the mansion, causing a toxic release of gases. The computer core did detect the leak and ASP units were delegated with repairs. It was late morning when the guests would discover they had slept rather late, the storm still raged, and they had no further memories then last sitting at the table and watching as their host had left them.

TAG: @Sinrebirth , @Lady_Belligerent , @darthhelinith , @adaml83 , @ConservativeJedi321 , @HanSolo29

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Greetings and Salutations!

Welcome to early beginning of this game, feel free if you want to set some quiet musings as you wake up and begin to meet the world with small headaches and confusion. Or, the game does not officially start until the end of this coming week, so you don't have to post at all if you don't want before that official opening post. One of you is being PM'd as the official body finder and each shall be receiving PMs with your cards for the game proper before that opening post goes live.

Now there is still one open slot for this game, so I am still accepting submissions!

Welcome all to the beginning of our little game.

 

IC: Medb Ra-oon
Cloud City

This is going to take some getting used to…

It wasn't that it was a bed, but it didn't seem restful. The bed and the room were relatively luxurious compared to what Medb was used to. She also wasn't used to full artificial gravity. It just seems different from natural gravity.

So she didn't sleep, she meditated and it almost worked. Typically it could be just about as restful as sleep itself, but last night…

She’d heard of the Shree-ka-rai, but there was a general fuzziness in the Force, none of the other terrors that happened, she hoped. All she knew was that she was the only one who used the Force, though the Master was…unique. She just hoped that the Lord used something like the Force fuzziness as a negotiation tactic as opposed to bringing something genuinely dangerous on board.

Last night though, during her meditation, she heard singing, she thought it was normal until it said, “Everybody!” and many thousands of voices joined in.

This place is either strange, cursed, or both. I do not know which.

TAG: @Mitth_Fisto, mention for @Sinrebirth

 

IC: Odosius Zaal
Bed

As the first light of the day grazed Odosious's closed eyes he groaned and rolled over, hugging an extra pillow over one of his oversized ears and shielding the glare from his eyes.

It's too early for this he whined internally. Whether because of the booming storm disrupting his sleep cycle or... other factors Odosious's head was pounding, and he had no desire to awake at the current hour. Only a moment later a thought occurred to him, and he reached blindly over to the nightstand next to the bed and grasped a cylindrical glass bottle that fell comfortably into his hand. Creeping his eyes open with reluctance he recognized the item immediately and scoffed. "Terrible Vintage." He muttered to himself, and only half empty. This was not the cause of his woe, though it raised questions of its own. He set down the wine he had apparently filched from their host's stock before heading off to bed last night. He says "apparently" because for whatever reason his memory is blank after their gathering the previous night, he knew not what he had done next. For all he knew the bottle was on the house, but personally he wouldn't bet on it.

Losing a few hours here and there was not unusual in his line of work, but never without a cause. Sniffing the bottle, it didn't appear to have any sedatives and it was nowhere near empty enough to cause him to pass out naturally. Glancing around the room, nothing else seemed to be stolen, not that he had anything of value to begin with. He reached out for his sole belongings and tested each with caution. The data pad flickered on and gave no indication of being tampered with. The Communications device released a static, one that indicated the storm was obstructing his signal, but otherwise operable.

Sitting back on his bed Odious sighed, losing curiosity fast. With an ironic chuckle he glanced back at the bottle. "If his liquor is this bad how much worse could his supply be? Is this whole voyage for naught?" Though the humor lifted his spirits, it brought his attention back to the delay which frustrated him to no end. This mission was time sensitive after all.

Oh well, nothing he could do now. Finally, he threw back on his overcoat and strode out of the room. The Lord Kept us here over night so he best have prepared a breakfast fit for a king for the inconvenience.

Tag: No One

 

Abner
Downstairs

Abner woke with a grunt, feeling unusually groggy.
He rolled over in bed and sat up, messaging his temples. Everything felt slightly hazy, there was a slight pain in his head as he glanced to his small nightstand.
His crono flashed the time at him and he snorted, startled- he was almost a whole thirty minutes behind schedule. He should have already checked that the kitchen was in full swing for breakfast, unlocked the silverware and laid the master's clothing. And the guests! The guests would require attending...

His large and weathered fingers flew over the delicate buttons and fastenings of his uniform, as he wondered how he had missed being woken up by his alarm, had he overdosed on his medication? His eyes skimmed over to the prescription on the nightstand, but it didn't seem to have been moved.

The door to his modest room closed behind him slightly harder than he would have liked as he strode through the servants passage, stopping only to allow one of the attending droids to pause in its pre-programmed morning routine and finish fastening his collar.

Tags: no one, yet.

 

A New Dawn Shines,
Even Through the Storm



It was peaceful in the edge of the eye of the storm.

There were clouds below, above, and all around, but for now the lightning and winds abated. The calm in the midst of calamity. If one was to look out the towers window, one would see off in the distance a barest glimpse of Cloud City before it was swallowed back inside the swirling miasma of the storm clouds.

Each of the Six Guests and One Butler were gathered by an individual ASP droid at the same time that brought them to the central hall where white was the dominating color and everything rounded edges. A large wall panel blinked, buzzed as it rippled revealing itself to be a ginormous screen that activated to a continued scene of static and buzzing noises for several seconds before it popped and crackled as it came into focus. "Is it working now sir?" was quietly heard from somewhere not shown as the image came into focus.



"Ah, yes. There you all are. I'm Inspector Cliven of the Cloud City Security Force. Although the mansion you reside in right now is not attached to Cloud City directly, we are it's home berth and it is within our planetary region of legal law enforcement. Unfortunately now, due to the storm we are unable to get to you all. We also are severely understaffed and stretched thin due to the many incidents that have been occurring during this storm." Adjusting his glasses he shifted to his other elbow as that concerned look and strain of the situation continued to obviously annoy him.

"I know this might come as a shock to some of you, but your host died last night. Was murdered. He was found in the early hours of this morning by a repair droid that was activated due to the storm causing damage to the Mansion, which caused multiple gas leaks." He looked down fingering through a flimsi report that he was scanning and rapidly summing up what he would share with them. "Lord Semolurian Divertium's body was found lodged in the garbage chute by that maintenance droid after it repaired the gas leaks as it was trying to clear all maintenance requests logged in the system - this one for the chute being jammed. His body was inside a rubbish bag and severely mistreated by the ASP droids in trying to force it down the chute - so without being able to perform a proper autopsy we cannot ascertain the cause of death, and due to spotty ASP record keeping we cannot be certain what room it was removed from except that it was the main level."

Reaching up he removed his glasses and wearily sighed as he pinched the bridge of nose at the bitter information he had to now share as he pushed aside the papers. "Due to Lord Semolurian Divertium's will, sensitive nature of his business, and the present situation the Baron Administrator has decided to offer a one time amnesty to whomever can report the missing information on the man's killer so that you may leave no questions asked. Once you are ready we ask that you detain yourselves in the emergency evacuation life pods. When we are able to arrive we will check the body and the suggested rooms for evidence and whomever is correct wins freedom. The rest of you earn lengthy interrogations and containment until this matter is sorted." At this the static began to worsen, "It appears the storm is moving in again, all air traffic is grounded until the storm passes. Please sit tight and know that we will be ther*********************************************************"

And with that the screen went blank and returned to being another non-descript piece of wall paneling.

So the Seven were left to their ASP surveillance droids that would stay with them until such time as they locked themselves in the emergency pods.

TAG: : @darthhelinith , @Sinrebirth , @Lady_Belligerent , @darthbernael , @adaml83 , @ConservativeJedi321 , @HanSolo29

Welcome ONE AND ALL to the official beginning of the game!

May fortune forever be in your favor.

 

OC: this felt most appropriate as a public post

IC: Abner
Irritated

The butler raised an eyebrow at this loud man.

"Prehaps, I may be of assistance sir?" he offered mildly, through the translator on his wrist.
"The master's bust is a priceless family heirloom, commissioned by the Lord Divertium's Aunt Hortense, and sculpted by artisans on Naboo." Abner continued, as he opened the doors of the conservatory ahead of the cloaked being and bowed him through before following behind him.
"I can't advise getting too close to it though. If I may?" The butler stepped forward towards the pedestal on which the piece of art resided, pulling a set of keys out of his waistcoat pocket.
"The great lady thought the bust was a good likeness of the master, and he liked it well enough that he felt it deserved some extra protection of its own."
The Gamorrean felt along the set of keys, evidently looking for something specific before putting inserting one into a small lock near the bottom of the pedestal, almost at the ground. A flap fell open just under the top of the pillar and a small automated arm, loaded with a single dart, popped out.

"The late master was very particular about the safety of this bust." Abner added.
"Anyone who had picked it up would have been shot with a quick acting and rather nasty venom. They certainly would not have remained alive come the morning to tell of it." He picked up the dart and held it up to the light to inspect it before placing it delicately next to the bust of his former employer.

"I have taken the liberty of disarming the mechanism, you may pick up and examine the object if you wish."

Tags: @Sinrebirth @HanSolo29
@Mitth_Fisto @Lady_Belligerent @darthbernael @adaml83 @ConservativeJedi321

 

IC: Odosius Zaal
Shocked! Shocked I tell ya!

"Why would anyone do such a thing!"
Ok, the shock on Odosius's face was genuine, though after he spoke, he couldn't help but feel the horror in his voice sounded artificial.
He didn't know who murdered the elder, but he hadn't even fully processed the information before calculating how he could turn this to his advantage. Perhaps not the ideal situation, but it could work out in favor of his bosses plans, depending entirely on who or what inherited the Lutrillian's business, and what records remained following their investigation.

After collecting himself, Odosius realized that any benefit there was to be had in this situation depended entirely on him being the one to locate the killer, and that individual not being him.

That last thought entered his mind unbidden and increased his stress substantially. Shaking his head momentarily he dismissed the thought.
He had no reason to commit the crime, there was after all far easier ways to do his required task.
Unless?
No, it was impossible.
But what if?

No. Focus on the present. If he could complete the investigation, then he could return to Lannik with the mission complete.
Knowing his own troubles, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets were hidden in his companions cellers?
With a weak smile he waved off the creepy hooded fellow and servant, before turning back to those who remained.
"Ladies." He chuckled, only really speaking to the red head and the doctor while ignoring the stoic pointy ear.
"If there is ever a reason for murder, its business." He tried gauging their reactions as he spoke. "Perhaps we can find evidence in his study?"
He rocked his right had back and forth in a thoughtful gesture as if speculating. "Maybe someone was caught hacking his terminal with a data spike, and decided to cover their tracks?"

Tags: @Lady_Belligerent, @adaml83, @darthbernael

 

IC: Medb Ra-oon
Now Deceased Lord's Mansion near Bespin

Medb let the good Doctor do the talking, though it would be a good idea to keep an eye out for both Odosius and the Master. The study was indeed obvious for a business deal, and she in fact was looking to do business, but only to gather information. Speaking of information she preferred the library but the study was a decent place to look.

Medb checked her droid to see what had been theorized, and right now only weapons were hinted at leaving the location and murderer almost wide open currently. She decided to return to motive, "Jealousy, who here would most likely be jealous of the Lord here?" she spoke up suddenly.

As far as she knew, there was already a theory already asked about the Master that had yet been publicly proven false, so she asked the ASP droid if someone had already proven it false.

TAG: @Mitth_Fisto, @Lady_Belligerent, @ConservativeJedi321

 

Abner Wadsworth
Library

The butler left the self-titled 'Master' to his musings in the conservatory and wandered towards the library.
A sudden thought had occurred to him and he felt it wise to check the location of the late Lord's blaster.
He strode over to the far wall of bookcases, and reached for a large volume entitled 'Mining in Practice; A Guide to the Galaxy's Related Bylaws and Trade Agreements, DXIV Edition'.
The tome fell open, a hollowed out cavity evident, but no blaster therein.

Who could account for such? Prehaps Odosius Zaal, the opaque Lannik could shed some light on this mystery?

Tags: @ConservativeJedi321 , or anyone with one of the three mentioned cards.

 

IC: Medb Ra-oon
The Dead Lord's Mansion near Bespin

Medb heard the guess, "If I recall correctly security asked to hold our weapons during our visit. Nor would I, if I were the Lord, stash it anywhere where someone else would find it." Security had even mentioned that it was strange that Medb hadn't brought a weapon. She told them that she did this as a gesture of goodwill.

"I rarely agree with a Jedi, but Kenobi is occasionally correct, blasters are loud and uncivilized."

Her mind returned to the thought of jealousy, though it would not surprise Medb that the formerly living Lord could be blackmailing someone. Praxon had been quiet through all of this, "I will check out to see if there are any cables in the Billiard Room. Praxon, would you care to join me?"

TAG: @Mitth_Fisto, @HanSolo29