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Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Gar saw the two Jedi retreating and the creature looking up towards him. Making his way down he followed their path doing his best to stay out of sight even as the clones seemed to take some level of notice of him. Soon enough though he was back in old maintenance shafts in the walls working towards the last known location. The sound of blaster fire a constant companion in the old tunnels. The accompanying screams and cries were something he did his best to simply block out as he moved towards the Jedi.

I cannot escape on my own, those two are my best shot. He thought as the sounds of their battle became louder. He had a good idea of where they were both heading, they also weren't concealing their presence which made it far easier. He opened a hidden panel a small ways away from the two before exiting.

"With the beasts tracking us, it is best to stay outside the tunnels for the moment. It will only give away the method of movement if they haven't figured it out already." He said as he re-closed the panel. The time for introductions was later, though if asked he would introduce himself. Instead he merely fell in at the back of the group and waited to be told what was needed of him.

Why are dwarves so unpopular?

I actually liked playing a dwarf, got a few fun times out of their naturally impressive strength and constitution in D&D next. Pair that with heavy armor, champion fighting style, and a warhammer and you can be a god until mid-levels certainly. The slower speed actually came in handy as some of the faster characters botched their roles and needed help getting up in an escape. While the faster characters booked it out, my dwarf was far enough back he could help them up without turning back. Also lead to a great scene of my character jumping out of a tree to smash in a hellhound's skull. Beating him one on one with no backup. Also, you can get some decent characterization and friction out of them. Like my character hates an Avenging Paladin because my dwarf's people were conquered and enslaved by a dragon. So while my dwarf is kind of trying to restore his people here's this guy talking about building a chapel to his god in their hometown, and trying to convert as many people as possible to a god who can generously be described as lawful neutral from what my character has seen.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

Cassandra Alaric

Name: Cassandra Alaric
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Force Sensitive: No
Affiliation: Republic of Kuat (specifically Onderon)

Appearance: Picture or Description

Abilities: As a trained commando her abilities are varied and numerous. An expert pilot, trained heavy weapons operator, trained in communications equipment, expert marksman, medic, trained in combat from oceans to space and everywhere in between. Cassandra was also required to learn the arts of stealth and tracking as well as equipment operation ranging from grappling and rappelling hooks to jetpacks. Advanced training in survival in almost any environment. Cassandra has also been taught to hack most security systems and if that fails she can rely on demolitions training to bring the entire ship or facility down. Though these are a few of the skills her training has given her.

Possessions: The equivalent of a full set of Mark III Katarn Class Commando Armor, including the backpack, upgraded for the modern times. The shield is strong enough to be as effective as the Mark III was in its day. The markings on the armor would place her as a Colonel. In the wrists are vibro-blades with cortosis weave mounts. Not designed to defeat a Jedi, but at the very least to create an opening. On her hip is an updated variant of the DC-17 hand blaster. Of course while not an actual one, the weapon is best compared to that specific model.

Her main weapon is a heavily upgraded and personalized Baragwin Heavy Repeating Blaster, with a concussion grenade launcher mounted to the underside. Knowing the type of force that would try and attack this kind of setting in force, Cassandra is taking absolutely no chances. An assassin can be handled by her vibro-blades, an assaulting force of any size will have holes ripped into them by her gun. In the shoulder, a small flamethrower is mounted for use in situations where a personal touch is not wise but necessary.
On her belt and backpack are various tools ranging from grappling tools and ammunition to medical supplies and survival gear. The pack is incredibly heavy but years of lugging all of her equipment around have made it bearable for her.

Personality: She is defined by her military service and sense of duty. Lying about her age to join the military on her home planet of Onderon at the age of 15, it has come to define her. Cassandra had was full time military from that point on. Training and qualifications followed by more training and missions, they lead her to be very much cold and mission first. Loyalty was also heavily instilled into her, at least until such time as that loyalty placed the mission in extreme danger. Allies were only to be left behind if it meant imminent and complete mission failure.

Her graduation into the commando ranks of Onderon was to survive for a year on the far side of the planet with her fellow rookie commandos. Those who survived were welcomed as if they were a veteran, those who died were remembered for having come as far as they did. Cassandra keeps it quiet but very much wishes for those days to come back again. Her current long term assignment is to the son of the head of the Republic of Kuat and heir to Kuat Drive Yards, and she hates every second of it. The man is an idiot given a commanding rank and diplomatic importance. He is fierce at the negotiations table, but outside of that he is a party boy. Barely capable of tying his own shoes and often completely unable to do so if the sun has set on whatever planet they are on. More than once, some stupid line has made her want nothing more than to break his nose, but duty held her back.

Needless to say, every second of leave she gets is spent on some backwater part of a world known for its dangerous flora and fauna along with unforgiving climate and terrain. Hopefully if this Conclave goes well, she can get promoted to general and actually get an assignment worthy of her skills.

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Star Wars - Jedi Exile

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The Jedi with Gar had decided enough was enough. The rushed out of the maintenance crawlspace and engaged a group of clones. It seemed like they may have done well for themselves, but the few jedi with him were soon cut down in a hail of blaster fire. He however, stayed in that shaft, retreating deeper into the shadows and focusing, bending energy around him, hiding himself from view of the trooper that entered the space, looking for more Jedi. He had practiced this technique, it was draining and he couldn't maintain it very long, but it was just long enough as the trooper reported that no others were seen and left. Soon after, Gar had to end the power to maintain what energy he had. Continuing forward he did nothing to hide his force sensitivity or alignment. At this point the temple was filled with so much sadness, fury, and desire to avenger those fallen that the only way he could tell a consular from a sith lord would be if the sith lord wore a handy name tag including the word darth in it.

Following older and older maintenance paths he worked toward the hangar. Figuring the control room would be crawling with troopers to prevent an escape, he instead worked his way upward. Planning to use the girder supports and gangways closest to the ceiling to look over the hangar with the least chance of being seen himself. It meant he would be slower to steal a vehicle, but it was better to have the highest possible vantage point to make his plan before trying to enact one. He just hoped that there would still be a functional vehicle there.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Gar was where he was every night, in the archives studying a combination of public records of senate meetings and the latest in programming methodology. The Senate's public rhetoric had been really becoming more warlike after the events above Coruscant. The growing number of troops outside was almost ignored by him, he could feel their presence but it was nothing that couldn't be accounted for in their speeches and public attitudes. Normally he didn't follow politics, but his master had impressed on him the need to understand the state of the universe if one wanted to be ready for what might come next. Even he had to admit, the ability to see the pieces of the universe falling into place without a need to rely on something like visions or feelings would be incredibly useful. So while Vookta would normally have ignored something like this in favor of a technical manual, the benefits pushed him in that direction.

His studying was interrupted however as the first wave of death washed over those in the room. All turned to the main entrance as the masters readied themselves. Unfortunately that moment of distraction lessend their ability to react as the archive windows burst in. A few smoke grenades filling the space with dense smoke, quickly followed by troops coming in through them. Gar was pulled out of his chair, datapad still in hand as his master shoved him towards the door leading deeper into the temple. The yellow lightsaber showing through the smoke along with deflected blaster fire.

"Go! Get out of here, save as many as you can." His mastered shouted, and Gar did as ordered. He ran, picking up a the younger jedi he could see or sense and moving them to the doors leading away from the fighting. It was as he escaped down the hall he felt it, his master had fallen. Gar would mourn the passing of a great woman later, right now he needed to focus on getting as many people out alive as possible. Keeping his lightsaber off for a moment he used the memorized building blueprints to try and keep the few Jedi with him away from likely entry points, instead focusing on maintenance areas and crawlspace. Working towards where the exits that would lead to the non-spacefaring vehicles. Likely already destroyed save for a few, but it was the best idea he had that wouldn't lead them to a fight against the Republic Navy or trying to hack their way through troopers.

The entire building felt of death, anger, and sadness. A part of him was absolutely shocked, yet another small voice told him that he shouldn't be. That he should have seen something like this coming in his studies. Yet he had not, it was a mistake he could never afford to make again, he had to understand the political and military machines as well as he understood a speeder or building blueprints. He wouldn't bother learning it to use it as a diplomat, he would learn it to see where the winds of change blew. To understand where was likely to be safe and where was likely to get him and whoever remained of The Order killed. While he knew for a fact he wouldn't be the only Jedi to possibly escape, he couldn't know if any other Sentinels would make it. That was the thought that distressed him most out of all of this, that not only would his master die, but that an entire school of thought might die this night.

"Follow me, I'll do my best to get you out of here. Hopefully without needing to raise our blades." He spoke to the few with him.

"We should be fighting." A girl about his age said, to the agreement of another.

"No, we should be surviving. We have neither the numbers nor the skills to take on however many are out there. Our focus must be on surviving this night, or else all will be lost for all we know."