Sanity43217

The fallen order

Zir Go turned to Blaine. “I figure while we are on route to Dathomir, we get to know each other,” he said. “I’ll tell you why I’m helping a Jedi be a pain to the Empire.” He turned back to the controls. Double checked them, and made sure the autopilot was engaged. Turning back to Blaine. “I was a Jedi Hunter during the Clone Wars.” He paused. Remembering his past. “Working for both sides. Whoever had the most credits, which tended to be the Separatists. Then towards the end, someone else picked up a few contracts. Higher tier Jedi. Provided me with gear to do it.” He started pacing. “Found out they were an Inquisitor.” Turning back to Blaine. “They short changed me, and now they need to die.”

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A small probe was launched from the Executor. Small enough to not be noticed by Zir’s ship. It would be mistaken for space debris or stellar radiation and the computer would ignore it.

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”That’s a bonus at least. Must be too preoccupied with the rebel base to have any interest in us.” He began firing up the navicomputer. “Just a little further until we can jump to hyperspace.”

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"I can work with that." Zir Go said. DD-3 came barrelling into the cockpit. A few agitated beeps that sounded like they had some urgency behind it. "They what?" Zir's eyes widened as he turned to the droid. "A turbolaser barrage onto the planet's surface?" The surprise was evident in his voice. Turning back to the dashboard he checked his sensors and confirmed it. The rebel base was being pummelled by an orbital strike.

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Daka smirked. "I want four bombers circling the rebel base, with two interceptors backing up to prevent fighters from taking them down." The command was clear. It was at that moment the Ray Shields came back online. "Sir." One of the officers started. A tired "Yes, I know. The Ray Shields." The Sith replied. "They are scrambling fighters. Preparing for a counter-attack." Daka said with certainty. Partly because he could sense it, and partly because it what he would have done. "Ready the remaining fighters, and light turbo lasers to defend the Executor. I want the Heavy cannons ready to fire as soon as they drop the shields to deploy the fighters. We will only have a moment before the shields come back online."

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"Blaine, take the copilot seat. I want constant updates on what that ship is doing." He said as the ship started to take off. "It shouldn't be much, but I don't want any surprises." The Kel Dor explained. As the ship began to leave the atmosphere.

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Daka was focused on the rebel base, he almost missed the small ship leaving the planet, until one of his officers spoke up. "Sir, a type 31 Firespray is leaving the planet. It matches the signature of that ship that had reportedly been causing trouble. It looks like the same ship that crippled the Nightingale." Daka was about to dismiss it until he felt something. He turned to face the ship, despite there being no windows or view screens that faced in that direction. "A Jedi," he said quietly under his breath. "Mark them, then let them go. Our target is the rebel base." He said turning back to the planet. "Send a message to Vendel alerting him of that ship. Tell him there's a Jedi onboard." He said with a smirk. He knew how much Vendel enjoyed killing Jedi. Maybe a little too much, but at least given such a task, Daka knew it would be carried out.

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Aboard the Executor, things were moving fast. With pilots and troopers moving to the small hanger on the ventral hull of the ship. It could only hold fourteen fighters and a small drop ship for troop deployment.
On the bridge of the Corvette, an officer addressed Daka. "Sir, our sensors show the base has activated ray shields. From this range, our weapons will not be able to pierce through." Daka sighed his breath dawn out with disappointment. "I will take that as an answer then." The sith said to the rebel commander on the viewscreen. "Time to drop the charade. We both know those Ray Shields won't last forever. Drop them now, or I will expand my field of fire, and lay waste to more of the planet." The ultimatum had physically shaken the Rebel commander. His brow furrowed as he tried to think of a way out. The viewscreen went mute for a few seconds, as the Rebels had deactivated their mic, to give commands to their own people. When it came back online, the Rebel commander spoke. "Fine, we will lower the Ray Shield and surrender."

Daka turned to the officer that was watching the sensor readouts. "Ray Shields are down, Sir." The Officer confirmed. The sith turned back to the viewscreen. "Your chance to surrender was forfeit when you raised the shields." He said with a dark look in his eye. He was staring right into the eyes of the rebel commander. "Open fire on the Rebel Base, but ensure each shot finds its mark. I promised a precision strike without excess civilian casualties."
The crew of the Executor opened fire as they were ordered. Heavy blasts from the three turbolaser batteries began to rain down onto the rebel base. "You bastard!" The rebel commander yelled from the viewscreen. "We had a ..." The transmission was cut off. Not because the Rebel base was destroyed, but because Daka had signalled the end of the negotiations.

CHAMPIONS of DRAYDON (Forgotten Realms, D&D) (High Fantasy Role Play) (3-7 People)

Seems interesting.
I'm curious about how much tabletop mechanics you are going to put in.
Also, I'd very much like to use a set of homebrew magic items, that I have used a couple of times in games, and I quite enjoy them.

Thoughts and Prayers

I figure it might suit a dwarf warrior.

An Apocalypse like No Other

Omen

Name: Sjörnn Hastings
Alias: Omen
Age: 26
Magic?: Sorcerer's Spark.

Omen is a skilled Sorcerer, with his skills in magic furthered by the magic crystals embedded in his right hand. His particular style of Sorcery tends to lend itself to Pyromancy, and other forms of Evocation.

Weapon of Choice:

Charlotte

Charlotte is the name Omen gave to his double barrell shotgun. He got it six years ago, just after the apoclypse. After a few years he added a handguard and blade. It is his singluar most prized possession.
Twi years ago, he even found a way to channel his magic through it.

Defining Features:

Crystal infused hand

Sjörnn worked in a lode stone processing facility prior to the apocylpse. On the day of his apocyplse, a pressure lock on one of the machines didn't work for an unknown reason. Sjörnn tried to reach in and pull the crystal out before the next crystal began to form, but couldn't quite get it. The next crystal began to form, causing the stuck crystal and the new one to shatter and embed into Sjörnn's arm. He doesn't exactly now how it happened, as he blacked out, but woke up in a ruined workshope, surronded by destoryed lode stone machines, with a hand full of crystals.
He nornally keeps it bandaged up, to hide the precious crystals from people who may want to steal them.

Bio: Sjörnn was born into a middle class family. Didn't do too well in school, and got picked on a bit because of his red eyes that denoted a Sorcerer's Spark. He dropped out of school early to start an apprenticship working as a lode stone machine operator. It was shit work, but it paid good, considering he had no qualifications when he started.
It was only a couple years before he found himself employeed by the largest magic crystal production company in the united states. Walking up and down the rows of lode stone machines, picking up magic crystals and putting them in his cart and making sure each machine was still running. Boring work, until one day a machine got stuck and dispite all the signs saying not to, he stuck his hand up in the machine to try and get it out. The next thing he knew, he had woken up in a burnt out workshop, in a city that was little more than ruins.
That was six years ago now. Since hen he had started his own life after the apocalypse, learning to use the crystals in his arm to stay ahea of the pack of Hungry monsters always nipping at his heals.

The fallen order

"Yeah, yeah, we've all been there." Zir Go said as he frantically started pressing buttons on the dashboard. "How good a pilot are you?"

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The viewscreen light up with the image of a human. "What do you want? We are but humble merchants." The human asked. "We both know that isn't true. You have thirty seconds to lower your defences. We are sending a shuttle to investigate. Any attempt to resist will be met with deadly force."

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"Sir, we are picking up an odd amount of encrypted transmissions from the southeastern corner of the planet. We are running a decryption protocol now, it will take time, but it looks like its the Rebels." An officer came up to Daka and explained. "Bring us around." He turned to fac3e out the front windows. "Target the base with the turbolasers." He continued. "But sir, there will be civilian casualties." Daka looked at the officer that voiced their concerns. "I said target, not fire. I want to give the rebels a chance to surrender." He explained before turning back to the planet. "Engage blast shield." HEavy durasteel panels slid down the outside of the glass. "Bring up the main display." Several holographic projectors fired u, pointing at where the window was and overlayed a picture of what was now obscured by the blast shields.
"Open a channel with the Rebel Base," Daka instructed. "And bring it up on the main screen."

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Zir helped the Bith finish the upgrades and said goodbye as he helped the mechanic off his ship. Then he closed the cargo hatch and went to the cockpit only to find a worrying sign on the dashboard. An imperial Corvette. One he didn't recognise, was in orbit. "Blaine!" His voice echoed through the metal hallways of his ship. "Why didn't you tell me that the Empire has shown up?" Dagobah, and now Jaku. It was unlikely he had just happened on an Imperial Patrol both times. "Sweep the ship for tracking devices." He firmly commanded Blaine. The Corvette was in a synchronous orbit above the southeastern quadrant of the planet. It was lucky. Maybe he would be able to slip away.

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”Yes, Sir.” The trooper responded as several people moved to obey the command. “Oh, and send a Subspace message to the three who found the intel that it is being followed up.” Daka continued. He turned back to face the officers working on the bridge.

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Zir Go led Ph'tulka up the cargo ramp, in through the ship to where the normal airlock was. The Bith unscrewed the paneling to reveal the docking arms. Ph'tulka Then took some tools and devices from his bag and began working on installing the upgrade.

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Daka stood on the bridge of the Executor. Staring out into space. His mind elsewhere as he mentally scanned the planet. He had his men running a sensor sweep as well, but sensor sweeps tended to miss Jedi.
He hated that he had been ordered to Jaku, just because a group of inexperienced Sith playing at the Inquisition happened upon some intel. The Imperial Navy had been ignoring, as it wasn’t really important. A rebel base in the out rim. However, when a Sith brought it up through their chain of command, Daka gets ordered to check it out. “I want all communications to and from that planet monitored.”