Ellri

Join the Persistent Galaxy! (Star Wars)

Come to the Dark Side... We have Wookiees. _{As slaves.}

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

hmm... how neat would it not be for a tortle to have a bag of holding built into its shell in some way?

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

Setting the scene and getting things moving does take more GM speech than the later parts (usually) will.

Join the Persistent Galaxy! (Star Wars)

On this front, you can actually trust @f0un. Trade deals suggested by his character? Not quite as reliable.

Dxun

09:03 Zhellday, 3rd week of the third month, 6 ATC

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Kurin’s vessel had barely made orbit when the message came blasting through his primary communication system. He could see the faces of his crew grow white upon realizing just whose padawan they had captured. He was at least as shocked as they were. He had had no idea.

As much as it would be fun to keep the padawan, he was no idiot. There was no way he would escape for long this far from imperial territory, with such a tiny head start. “Oh no…” he muttered to himself.

“What do we do, inquisitor?” one of his underlings said.

“We obey. . . Up to a point. I am not so foolish as to go before an angered Jedi Grandmaster. Are you?”

“No, inquisitor.” the entire crew quickly said, one after the other.

“Throw her in an escape pod. Remove her restraints and send her out. Then plot a direct course for home.”

“As you wish, Inquisitor.”

Three of the crew members scrambled to obey. Within half a minute, they’d unceremoniously tossed the Jedi Padawan into an escape pod, removed her restraints and sent it on its way.

As they did the work, Kurin sent a quick, written message to the Jedi Grandmaster’s ship. “Padawan will be returned. Had no idea she belonged to you. Sincerely, Sith Apprentice Terith Sal.”

Seconds after the escape pod was jettisoned and the message was sent, Kurin’s pilot took the Serith into hyperspace, heading far, far away.

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

we have been keeping ourselves busy painting minis. Slowly shrinking that unpainted count...

[Approved] Jor'Kai Aurvandil, Ace Pilot

Only one minor thing stood out in the sheet for us...

In the flaws:
"racist" wouldn't be right when the dislike concerns other species. The correct term would be "speciesist".

Fix that, and you can consider your sheet approved.

D&D 5E: Dungeon of the Mad Mage

'tis quiet 'ere...

Dxun

Kurin Tanaal - 07:41 Zhellday, 3rd week of the third month, 6 ATC

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With a flash the ship exited hyperspace, coming into perfect orbit above the green moon. Though noticeably larger than a gunship, it was a small vessel to be flying alone, distinctly imperial in design. For some time after its arrival in orbit it simply floated there, but it was not idle. Within the confines of the ship several men and women worked the various instruments controlling its advanced sensor suite, even as a single man lorded over them from his chair at the center of the ship’s rather small bridge.

“They came here. Find their ship.” His voice was gravelly in tone, filtered through his faceless mask, half-hidden beneath his black hood. He reached out with his senses, trying to find his quarry, but failed to sense their presence. That meant one of two things: Either they somehow managed to mask it, or they were dead. The former would be pesky and mean more work, but the latter would be considerably more annoying. He had questions for them. Questions that needed answering before they were taken back to the empire to meet well-deserved justice.

After a few minutes one of the technicians looked his way “Inquisitor. I have something.”

“Show me.” he answered, for once rising from his chair. His heavy boots made dull thuds as he trod upon the ship’s flooring. Subtlety wasn’t his forte. Certainly not while dressed in armor, at least. He made his way over to the woman’s console, where it displayed a three-dimensional image of a section of the moon’s surface, a series of filters applied to the image to bring out the relevant information.

There were numerous ships or similar constructs more or less hidden within the jungle foliage, several of them presumably old wrecks. A few, however, were clearly not wrecks, revealed when the technician working upon the console applied various filters to the sensor suite data. She had been a good acquisition for this mission, very skilled at her job.

“I have identified five ships on the surface, Inquisitor Tonaal. Two of them are within some sort of encampment, the other three are spread throughout the jungle.”

“An encampment, you say?” his interest was piqued, especially when he looked at the screen and saw that the imperial shuttle clearly was hidden near it.

“One moment.” the technician pressed several commands into the console and the image changed, focusing closer on the encampment. Within moments the computer had analyzed it. “Mandalorian, by the looks of it. Strange to see them here. I can’t recall anything about them having settled here.”

“The other ship nearby. What is it?”

“It identifies as the freighter Starshine.” The technician pressed buttons again, trying to get more details. “It has a design common to the Galactic Republic. More than once used by the Jedi Order.” She suddenly stared enraptured at the screen. “Wait, something’s happening…”

“What?” he half-growled.

“A speeder bike is approaching, and there’s a number of life signs around the shuttle, hidden.”

“Get me visual telemetry.”

“At once, Inquisitor.” came from one of the other technicians.

He quickly moved over to that technician’s station. The images on the screen quickly zoomed in, slowly enlarging until they revealed the profile of the freighter. The moment the speeder bike slowed down, a number of figures stepped out of hiding. Some were clearly mandalorians, but the others were decidedly Sith. “Our quarry. Keep watching them. We’re going in. They shall not escape us again.”

By the time he had finished speaking, he already sat in his chair and the engines were firing up, taking them on a direct route down towards the freighter. He would burn the jungle if he had to if it was needed to take this scum down.

[Approved] Kurin Tonaal, Sith Apprentice

OoC

As a player, what is your preferred writing level?
Long stories with heavy collaboration

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Yes.

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
Character growth, both physical and mental.

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Plausible canon violations.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Not much.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
You’ll find out when the empire rules the galaxy...

Imperial personnel files

Name: Kurin Tonaal
Species: Imperial human (7% Sith)
Homeworld: Korriban
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Rank:Apprentice (inquisitor)
Master: Darth Theya Katherion
Former master(s): none
Apprentice(s): None
Sphere of influence: Defense of the Empire

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Short description of candidate.}

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Kurin stands roughly average for imperial humans, maybe a touch above, with a fairly wide, but not overly powerful build. He generally wears a combination of armor and robes, much like many other Sith. He doesn’t try to hide that he is a Sith. When he expects conflict (which is almost always) he wears an armored helmet beneath his hood.

_{Simplified report on known Force techniques and estimated levels.}

Basic Training:Sense, precognition, rage and scream.
Intermediate Training:Speed, mind trick, jump, telekinetic defense and telepathic defense.
Intermediate Talent:throw, choke.
Expert Training: Force Lightning, force stasis.
Expert Talent: Telekinesis.

While the subject has proven skilled at overwhelming others with telekinetic attacks, he has shown marked weakness to such attacks from others. As such, he is unlikely to rise to any real prominence within the Empire.

_{Simplified report on other known skills and estimated levels, including lightsaber training.}

Trained talent: Piloting (primarily fighters, shuttles and other small vessels).
Basic training: Slicing, Dealing with powerful Jedi.
Intermediate training: tracking, investigation, interrogation.

Lightsaber training:
Intermediate training: Ataru.
Basic training: Djem So.

_{Quick report on political influence, ownerships, associates and rivals.}

The subject’s political footprint is negligible. He is not one of his master’s primary apprentices, but has nevertheless displayed remarkable loyalty to his master. Probing tests to hire him away from his current master have proven ineffective.

• Fury-class interceptor Serith
  
  Crew:
  
  • Kira Horain (Sensor Array Specialist)
  • Iris Angavel (Pilot/Navigator)
  • Erek Miran (Mechanic, Weapons Operator)
• Standard-hilt lightsaber, crimson blade.
• Modified Jedi lightsaber, formerly belonging to Padawan Bryethe Farlance. Now crimson-bladed.

_{Psychological evaluation of candidate.}

The subject appears to be sound of mind and loyal to his master and the Empire. When given a task, he is single-minded in pursuing it to its conclusion, no matter where it takes him.

_{List of uncovered and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

The subject is not overly imaginative and he has proven to be weak against telekinetic attacks.

_{Major achievements and failures on record.}

[redacted]

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in imperial archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

I was born on Korriban, early on in the war with the Galactic Republic. My mother was the apprentice of one of the overseers, while my father was a pilot in the Second Defense Fleet. My childhood was as good as that of any other child on Korriban, staying with my parents until the time I was tested for and confirmed as Force-sensitive.

My training started immediately and was interesting enough, teaching me all sorts of new things that I won’t go into detail about. If you want to know more, look up the curriculum of the Sith Academy. While I succeeded at many things, my education was not bereft of problems or conflicts, but that is how any training should be. Success at everything would only mean that there was insufficient challenge.

Once my training completed—entirely on schedule—I rose to the rank of apprentice, being taken in by Darth Theya Katherion, a powerful figure about which I knew very little. I didn’t see her much outside the times she gave me lessons, assigned me missions or received my reports, but that wasn’t unusual according to my mother. While I always sought to improve and gain power, I have come to understand that I probably don’t have what it takes to become a Sith Lord… I’m just not interested enough in politics.

Anyways, I don’t mind serving those who are more powerful than me, so long as they respect my interests. I’ve found my niche in the hierarchy and I know exactly what I am good at. Those who have opposed me and my master in the past have come to learn this the painful way. I won’t brag about the number of Jedi I have slain, but it is sufficient to say that it is more than one and—unfortunately—less than a hundred. Growing up in a time of war led to many such opportunities.