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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:09 am
DAWN OF DEFIANCE
Episode I
THE TRAITOR’S GAMBIT
It is a dark time in the galaxy. The evil Galactic Empire has spread
from the Deep Core to the Outer Rim, and everywhere
the Empire’s tyranny can be felt.
Fleeing from the oppression of the Emperor’s minions, agents of
Senator Bail Organa have run to a remote space station above
Brentaal. Known to be a vocal opponent of the Empire,
Organa may be the last hope of freedom in the galaxy.
In the hopes of stopping these dissidents before they can
reach the Senator, the Empire has alerted its forces on
Sel Zonn Station, where the struggle for liberty rages on,
and the first sparks of rebellion have begun to burn. . . .
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:26 am
Rules
*Abide by Guild and Gaia Rules
*Abide by the Saga Edition d20 Rules
*Abide by the GM's rulings.
*If you're not in the RPG, Stay out.
*If you're interested in joining, PM Cale.
*Please be a regular responder. If you have to go away for a period of time, let your fellow gamers know.
*OoC Chatter and questions go in the RPG's Chatbox thread.
*Roll your dice in the Dice Table Thread.
*Be descriptive in the results of your rolls as they pertain to your character.
*Cale reserves the right to puppet your character if the majority are available to play.
House Rules
Force Points are doled out daily, with unused ones being replaced by fresh ones every 24 hours. I'm doing this to encourage more outrageous stunts and epicness. This will be a trial thing so if it gets out of hand I'll rescind the rule.
Have fun.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:33 am
Game Log
Cast:
Ember, Female Zeltron Scoundrel (K-blade)
Sish, Male Trandoshan Soldier (Ral Roke)
Blaise Gor-as, Givin Scout (Nelowulf)
R2-C4, Astromech droid (Nelowulf, minion)
Roth Arlos, Male Human Noble (GM)
Nolaa Ani, Female Twi'lek Scoundrel (GM)
Current Contacts:
Bail Organa
Switch the droid
Sirona Okeefe
Jahan Rodo, Female Zabrak Scout/Jedi (EladrinStarmist)
Mandrake
Avg Level: 3nd
Ship:
Banshee (Baudo Class Star Yacht)
Location: Secret Imperial Prison, Felucia
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DoD Drinking Game:
Drink when:
-A Stormie dies in one shot
-All Stormies in a round miss their targets
-Any female character makes a flirty remark
-Nolaa kills something with autofire
-Someone works in a movie quote
-Roth refers to someone by species, gender, or proffesion rather than by name
-Three times when someone comments on Jahan's weight
-Someone calls Ember "Pinky" or some variation of
-Jahan fails a Use Force Check with comical results
-Cale talks to himself (twice if he's argueing with himself)
-you see a tan box
-Nolaa speaks basic
-Blaise talks Mathematics
-Someone correctly answers Blaises equations (3 shots)
-Someone's blaster jams
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 1:37 pm
The Promenade is filled with the bustle of revelry and commerce.
Spilling out of the gambling halls are the sounds of victory and the
moans of defeat, while the music of local bands issues from the
cantinas. Only a handful of citizens mill about in the main areas of
the Promenade, a few gazing out the massive windows at the planet
Brentaal hovering below. Businesspeople hawk their wares to the
passersby, and a few Imperial stormtroopers make their way down
the main avenue of the Promenade on their usual patrol at a
leisurely pace.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 12:37 pm
Ember shuffled down the corridor leading form the docking bays to the promenade of the Sell Zoon Station, her hands shoved deep into her pocket as her mind raced. The ship she had been crew on had been taken into custody, for what exactly she didn’t know, but she had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the latest cargo her captain had picked up on the ship’s last stop. Ember knew it wouldn’t be long before the Empire had down loaded the ships computer files and sifted through the data only to find that a few members of the ships crew roster were not in custody for questioning.
She had to get off the station before imperial troops begin their search. The sounds and sights that had been lost on Ember only moments before suddenly came into stark contrast as her red eyes ran down the flashing holographic signs displayed above the myriad of business that lined the promenade. Spying the cantina’s glowing sign she headed inside, making hr ay through the crowd her stepped up to the bar.
Drawing the attention of the barkeep by slapping a few credits onto the counter she ordered a pitcher of Lum, handed over the coin and turned to lean against the bar. Her bright eyes scanning through the smoke chocked room and over the crowd of spacers gathered within.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:26 pm
The crowd in Gundark's Cantina was predominantly human and the establishment had a number of secluded booths. A more observant person might have caught a hint of an anti-alien bias in the cantina's human patrons, but Ember's own faculties seemed inhibited by the t'bac smoke and the sharp odor of liquor and legal spice. The Bartender, a gruff looking human male, looked at the credits Ember had placed on the bar with a disaproving frown.
"Hope you got more than that, Pinky. That a pitcher of Lum, not a glass."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:41 pm
“Humm?” Ember hadn’t even finished her first sip, she turned around to face the bartender and set the pitcher onto the bar.
“How much more?” She asked him with a smile, not taking notice of him calling her “pinky”. As she reached into her pocket to pull out more credits.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:47 pm
"Look, I'll explain it to ya." He said, gesturing to the pitcher. " Going by Corellian Units of measurement theres five sixteen ounce glasses of beer in this pitcher. Thats about two liters in Galactic Standard Measurements. Its two credits for a glass of lum. So the total comes to ten credits for a 2 liter glass of lum. Factor in Imperial tax and thats twelve credits. You gave me three credits for the pitcher. Now I dont know what backwater you come from, Pinky, but I didnt graduate from bartending school only to get stiffed by Aliens."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:55 pm
“Sorry ‘bout that mister.” She smiled at him, still taking no notice of the bar keepers demeanor. She pulled out and counted off the amount of credits she still owed him.
“The backwater I come from only charges six to ten credits per pitcher,” She slid the coins across the bar top one by one to him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:04 pm
"I'll bet they did." The Bartender grumbled as he collected her money and then moved down the bar to deal with another customer.
"You must be new to the Empire, female." Said the man leaning at the bar to Ember's right. His speech was slightly slurred as though he was well into his cups but he possessed a coreworld accent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:14 pm
Ember gathered up her drink as the bar keep moved to deal with someone else. She took a long sip, setting it down and wiping her mouth with the cuff of her jacket sleeve before she looked at the man next to her who had spoken to her over the rim of her pitcher.
“Spent most of my time out on the Rim,” She responded. “Why you ask?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:46 pm
The speaker was an Imperial officer, though his uniform was somewhat shabby. At his belt was a blaster pistol and a vibro-rapier, the second one an unusual choice for most imperial officers. He was lean of build for a human with brown sideburns jutting down his face from under his cap and a depressed look in his dark eyes. He had a bottle of some reddish liquor before him, two fifths of it gone with some of it in a shot glass before him.
"I didnt ask." He said. "It was an observation, and an accurate one at that. Anyone could tell that you're new to this sector of space."
((Knowledge Galacti Lore or Bureaucracy to identify rank and or service))
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:34 pm
Embers red eyes ran up and down the officer sitting next to her, slowing to at the sight of his chosen melee weapon. Her eyes were drawn back to his as he continued to speak.
“That obvious is it?” she grinned. “Well maybe you can enlighten me as to the going on’s in this system?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:16 pm
"The same thing thats always going on in this bloody system." The officer said. He downed his shot, wincing at the taste as he thunked the shot glass down on the counter. "Commerce."
He poured himself another shot and continued.
"Brentaal is a merchant world. Ships come in with cargo, the local trade guilds fight one another for the Cargo, and then ships go out with the cargo. This station, like every other bloody station like it around this bloody world, is a checkpoint, mass station, and space-stop where the locals and whatever spacers are in system can refuel their ships, transfer their loads, rest, and then get back to buisness."
The man downed his shot with a similar reaction to the first time and then poured himself another. "Other things of note; this far into the core, your kind, by which I mean the vast number of nonhumans that exist in the galaxy as opposed to your specific species, are not appreciated. On this station, that means you will be hassled by Stormtroopers and other representatives of the Emperor until you leave the promenade for the lower levels of the station."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:37 pm
“I-I beg your pardon?” Ember’s eye opened wide with surprise. “Not-not welcome?” She stammered. “Sorry, but I’ve never been this close to the Core before and I didn’t know that this station had any anti-alien sentiments.” She lifted her pitcher and took another long pull from the container.
“How come you’re being so nice and telling me this?” she looked back at him and his uniform.
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