Where we pick up
Our adventurers came upon an imperial militarized zone, which was was not on
the maps (not that the maps were updated that often in the underworld). The three
stationed storm-troopers refused to let the players pass, were dispatched (along with
some wandering Cthon), and our heros made their way through the curious crack
behind the military barrier.
Once inside, they were able to determine they were in a hanger (having noticed the
massive starship) and that their route to continue toward the starport of choice lay on
the far side of the (did we mention massive?) room. Soon after, they were spotted by
a squad of storm-troopers, which led them to run into a tunnel that turned out to be an
entrance way into the massive starship.
Opening the door, they found themselves in a cell block where a Sith Inquisitor was
interrogating a young Jedi, whom the party came to know as Trystan. Also there were
the apparently-ever-present storm-troopers and … Denjo! (whom our adventurers had
believed to have died after an earlier run-in with the Sith). Shots were exchanged, and
the prison cells were opened with the help of Tarash.
(For the fun details, read the previous recap.) :)
So now. The freed prisoners rampage around, taking down the remaining 5-6 storm-
troopers, and amidst the masses of storm-trooper bodies we see Denjo standing,
lightsaber ignited, over his assumedly-former Sith master whom he has cut down. The
scars on his body and flickering looks of uncertainty remind the group that this is not
necessarily the same Denjo they left behind.
Foreboding words from the ship’s commander hang in the air, threatening thousands of
storm-troopers descending on the disrupted cell block.
Our adventurers take a moment to strengthen. Gweedo takes a breather and helps
Marma recover; Narok is revived and gets up.
Trystan, in his ripped tunic which reveals his own recent scarring, approaches the Sith
lord, making sure he’s “good and dead.”
Gweedo, standing safely behind Narok, calls out to Denjo: “Good to see you,
buddy!” “Don’t touch me.” “Right. No touching.” With a darkened look in his eye, Denjo
gazes at Gweedo, “Why should I trust you?” Gweedo starts into a positive account of
the present rescue, but Denjo interrupts: “You left me to die!” A short pause, then “Fair
Meanwhile, Skyron circles among the storm-troopers, similarly making sure
everyone’s “good and dead.” Lee busies himself with getting armor.
Gweedo moves on to search the bodies … he pockets a medpack and stun
grenade. “Anybody want a blaster rifle?” Several “oh, me!”s come from the
disassembled mob. He looks back to his party, “Anyone of us?” Nope. He passes on the
rifle to an elated prisoner.
Narok gestures towards the figures standing over the Sith lord (Denjo and
Trystan). “Does anyone know either of these two?”
Gweedo is quick to indicate Denjo, “I technically owe him money.”
Moving On and Collective Conscience
The potential life narrative is cut short as a voice speaks up: “Uh, guys … I didn’t
really like the broadcast (you know, the one about the thousands of storm-troopers
descending on us), and I don’t think we should stay in this room.”
Marma seems to have been distracted with something … in the light? She returns, “So
Skyron still seems to be counting lightsabers, “Do you think they keep their weapons
close by?” Trystan catches his meaning, and his head tilts, as if calculating the details
around changing out the crystal in the Sith lightsaber he is now holding, and of which he
gives no sign of giving up.
“I simply need access tot he inquisitor’s office.”
By now Tarash has hacked into a computer and has a map that the party members
download. He continues work on opening a door out of the block.
Denjo starts drifting toward the closed door at the north, “Head through this door …
this might be a way off the ship.” There is still some suspicion on Denjo, seeing as
he appears to be under the influence of some darkness that goes through phases in
causing trouble. At the moment, his face conveys an earnest desire to get off the ship.
Marma looks Denjo over, and rises to head north. The party begins to drift as to follow
Denjo, their speed no doubt hampered by the foreboding awareness that it’s quite
possible Denjo is leading them into a trap. Gweedo’s voice is heard: “Probably because
I owe him money …”
As the group heads wanders, an impromptu ethics discussion slows their progress:
“What about the prisoners?”
“They can do what they want.”
“They’re not under my contract.”
“A small group is harder to find than a large group of prisoners.”
Trystan summarizes his position: “I have problems leaving laymen to the Sith.” Skyron
mediates the situation, “They can follow if they want.” “You don’t feel any compulsion
to impact their good?” “I’m not going to stay here while they wait.” Skyron leans back, “I
will announce we are going this way. They can follow if they want.” Nobody responds
as Narok closes the dialogue with a foreboding, “They may have a better chance if they
don’t come with us …”
Denjo reminds the group, “All I have is a feeling that there’s a way out this way.” Tarash
responds, “I’m going to double check his feeling with my map.” Heads peer at maps,
and not finding anything to direct them to the contrary, Trystan gives his reassuring: “I
say we cautiously follow him.” Skyron: “I agree. I just won’t be near him.” Skyron really
misses his lightsaber.
Narok steps behind Denjo, and Trystan stays close, keeping his eye on Denjo. Nobody
takes Marma’s spot next to Denjo.
Tarash opens the door on the northern side of the prison block, and the group rushes
forward. They make their way down winding corridors, and eventually reach a split in
the hall. Denjo stops short, undecided between left and right. He has his hands to his
head, as though trying to search through his brain from the outside. He continues his
unfruitful attempts to choose a way as the rest of the party shares the quandary.
Both ways look similar, even with a skim of the map. They identify some maintenance
shafts, and one pretty large one, down in the ship (many levels below them). It looks like
a number of threads lead into it …
Marma, in the middle of the intersection, has been listening to the sound of
stormtroopers down the two new paths, and can’t tell that one side has more than the
other. Narok voices the nervous anticipation, “Whoever’s checking the map, better
check it quick.”
They take a moment to analyze the maps. Trystan gives an “I’ll help …. nevermind.”
(“You’re holding it upside down!”) Narok’s mind wanders, “Can I jury rig a grenade as a
proximity mine? …. <tinkers> … nope.”
To the left, the map has more systems. To the right, more engines. The general thought
is: “more systems, more personnel. Go right.” Skyron starts, “If we make toward the
systems, we may be able to close doors …”
The stormtroopers are now unavoidable, equally distributed down both paths. They
turn their corners, see our adventurers, and brace their rifles to fire, some going prone.
Gweedo looks for a rock to hide behind.
Battle of the Crossroads I: Rough start
Weapons come out. Kal remembers his comlink, “I can try to listen to the chatter!” He
confirms that stormtroopers from all over are headed to the area. He makes sure he
stays on mute.
Skyron berates himself, “I could have searched my feelings! I’m a terrible Jedi …” He is
gently reminded that all such things come with learning.
Tarash draws his weapon and shoots into the standing figures on the right. Bounces off
their armor. Someone, somewhere, thinks “That’s not a good start to the mood.”
Denjo appears to have sufficient control of himself to move a bit to the right and go into
full defensive mode.
A feeling of impending hurt wafts over our heros as the Stormtroopers direct their
bursts of fire into toward these exposed in the intersection. Skyron encapsulates the
mood, “No lightsaber! agh! … Can’t … take … damage!”
First round of attack injures just about everyone, except Gweedo (who apparently
found an adequate “rock” to hide behind), and Marma (figures – one is tempted
to think she’s conversing with the blasts … did she just look at a scorch mark and
say “Gesundheit”???). A moment of silence sneaks in between rounds, where the group
can distinctly hear a relieved Rhodian’s voice: “Sweet!”
The next round of stormtrooper blasts has a similar impact on our heros. Skyron takes a
moment to be thankful for his cover. Yup, no need for healing here, thanks be.
Another barrage of attacks comes, spreading wounds. And yet another. Trystan
breathes in relief as the last round fails to damage him, but this momentary comfort is
quickly put in perspective as his two comrades, Denjo and Narok, fall amidst the haze in
Skyron, whose heart has never been far from any unattended lightsaber, moves to
Denjo and takes up the neglected weapon. His eyes move as if calculating the distance
required to launch an assault …
Marma dutifully fires into the crowd on the right before moving back to cover. Tarash
similarly executes a strategic relocation to the cover of the hallway.
Gweedo’s thoughts linger with Narok, who’s lying on the floor in front of him. Resolved
to save this life at least, he moves toward his comrade and concentrates on reviving him
enough to get him to his feet. A weakened Narok gains conscious, and with Gweedo’s
help begins a “don’t mind me” crawl towards the withdrawn party.
Tarash continues his strategic positioning further down the line as the Stormtroopers
methodically advance, giving ample time for their prone companions to relocate.
Battle of the crossroads II: Fresh Start
The sound of rushing feet from the corridor behind reveal a mob of partly shirtless,
newly released prisoners starting to catch up to the front line of escape.
Skyron readies a stun grenade as he anticipates the stormtroopers reaching the front
of the hallway. He mutters a mystical, “It’s just an object,” which Marma would most
assuredly have identified with were she not in the middle of attempting an attack, and
now running back to cover.
The Prisoners’ curiosity in the activity are now vocalized, “What’s going on up there?
Why are you coming back?” Few responses are given, the group appearing to hold to
the “seeing is believing” mindset.
Trystan also takes a step back, readying his action for when the stormtroopers appear.
Gweedo calls out to his companions, “I’d give a Stun grenade to one of you … if you
wanted it …,” but his own energies are focused on slowly pulling Narok with him to the
Kal has now settled into a vacated space along the left wall. Enjoying the cover from the
troops to the left, he has let loose an autofire barrage on the approaching troopers to
the right. Apparently pleased with its results, he now repeats the flurry of blasts.
Tarash takes advantage of the cover to explore options, “There’s nothing else down this
hall? More exits?” Kal picks up his thoughts, “Any doors to scurry into? Yeah, there’s
one on the side.” A burdened Gweedo quickly encourages the developing plan, “We
probably want to get out of this hallway as fast as possible.” A disheartened voice
speaks, “The doors will be locked,” but Skyron reminds them, “We’ve got ways around
that.” As if to prove the words of Skyron true, Tarash begins applying his mechanical
skill toward a door on the right side of the hallway.
The stormtroopers appear at the intersection, and promptly meet the greened Skyron
has so patiently prepared for them. The leader (in red) receives a strong brunt of the
attack, and as the debris from the wide area attack start to settle, our heros confirm that
this squad at least, has now been rendered motionless with some grim implications.
(The grenade apparently loosed a beam which found an uncomfortable rest where one
trooper’s head should have been.)
Gweedo sees Denjo’s body amidst the debris, and feels that common human twang to
help another in need (you know, so you don’t feel bad for leaving the same person for
dead twice), but the second group of stormtroopers have now entered the intersection
from the left and now cover his body.
Trystan’s momentary disappointment in running out of targets is now redeemed as he
looses his attack and initiates the damage on this batch of troops. The stormtrooper
in front starts to drop his rifle and makes as if to remove his helmet. The other troops
return fire along the corridor, giving Kal and Skyron the benefits of their attention. Kal
manages to elude the blasts, while Skyron, lightsaber in hand, gives the impression of
embracing the attacks, using smooth controlled motions to deflect a few of the blasts
into the nearby corridor.
Marma feels the need to attempt a feeble encouragement to the Prisoners in light
of the new wave of troops, “Yay! … half-done! …” which leaves them more confused
than encouraged. (Yet again demonstrating where Perception and Wisdom are an
inadequate replacement for Charisma.)
Gweedo translates the momentum into a more assessable motivation: “The key to your
salvation is through those storm troopers!”
The prisoners charge.
Battle of the Crossroads III: Reinforcements!
The mob of prisoners are now in a furry, jumping up and down with shivs and bayonnets
on the Stormtroopers. The trooper trying to take his helmet off succeeds, only to have a
shiv thrust in his face. Trystan adjusts to select a new target …
A prisoner steps forward attempting to club a stormtrooper into the wall and pin him …
nope. Stormtrooper repels him, knocking him out on the ground below.
Gweedo refocuses his attention on aiding a limping Narok, giving sporadic
encouragement to the foray. Narok opts to not draw any attention to himself, and
continues his way toward the side door still being worked by Tarash.
Skyron makes a note to gather more grenades at his next opportunity as he eyes up the
stormtroopers. He targets one unmarred by obvious damage, and soon a red lightsaber
is moving through the prisoners to fight at their side. The prisoners now have another
cause for confusion, as shocked, appalled, and crazy looks greet him with, “What?” “A
red lightsaber running around and killing stormtroopers?” “I thought people with red
lightsabers are evil?”
Marma notes how heavily melee the battle has become, and takes a moment to smell
the tinny metal taste in the air. Canned, uncleansed air. Armored, misled troopers.
Enraged, unwashed masses. Their apparent avoidance of baths reminds her of her
own need to remove the pungent smells “which are no doubt heavily influencing my
observations … but perhaps all annoyances have their purposes.” Spittle flies through
the air as the miscreants shout their battle cries in their advance, and she detects blood
in the air as she passes Narok, in his pock-mocked armor, retracing his earlier path.
Kal returns fire at a nearby cluster of stormtroopers, enjoying the final round of autofire
in his clip. Kal damages a couple of them while Skyron slices his target in half. Trystan
moves down the corridor and ignites his lightsaber, joining the assault with injuries dealt
to a Sith-influenced trooper.
Meanwhile, back down the corridor, Gweedo has managed to pull a limping Narok to
the door Tarash has been working on. The door opens, and Tarash gives a cautious
look around before entering the (pleasantly empty) small berthing. Gweedo scans the
room, with its bunks, footlockers, and dressers, looking for a place to get into a little
surgery. He soon finds a bed that will fit the part, and Narok starts to prepare for some
Tarash has determined that the door he’s opened is the only one in and out, and has
started to look through the footlockers with another goal in mind … “Any good stuff in
A stormtrooper catches Trystan with a vibrobayonnet, dropping him unconscious on top
of Denjo. (OOC – “Jedi puppy pile!” “I’m not dead yet!” “I feel, happy!”)
Another prisoner takes a hit, but manages to keep his feet. Skyron also manages to
prevent a similar end, deflecting a barrage enough to not take the full brunt of the
attack. (“If I didn’t reduce that attack, I would have died!”) The prisoner next to him is not
so fortunate as he catches the barrage, and dies in a burst of brains and blood. Another
prisoner similarly falls to a stormtrooper.
The prisoners reinitiate their attack. One tries to stab his target, but the stormtrooper
easily deflects the attempt. Another prisoner manages to jump on top of the
stormtrooper and tackle him to the floor.
Someone thinks, “Where’s Narok? Oh. Nevermind …”
Skyron can’t get to the remaining stormtroopers, but instead arcs his lightsaber over the
teaming mass of combat towards the stormtrooper who’s hoisting a gun to autofire. Kal
sends off a single shot which also catches the stormtrooper. The panicked stormtrooper
attempts to flee the assault.
Marma ducks into the bunk room where Gweedo is starting his process for battle
surgery. Tarash found socks! Marma decides to help the search.
One stormtrooper flips out of the grapple of a prisoner, and another successfully stabs,
but manages to not kill the prisoner by him. The prisoner tries to stab back, but the
blade is deflected off of the armor. A third prisoner gives an awkward shoot with a
blaster rifle to the fleeing trooper, which is enough to bring him down.
Two stormtroopers are left in combat, but they are soon dispatched by the remaining
Marma finds a couple power packs for ammo, and hands them off to Kal, since “this
auto-fire takes a lot of juice.”
Trystan is revived and helps bring Denjo to his feet. Denjo catches his breath, and
is mobile. Narok is still weakened, but is moving a little better. Skyron also takes the
chance to heal up a bit.
Our heros plus seven prisoners, now armed with blaster rifles and vibrobayonets, are
now gathered in the barracks.
They reassess their plan. “It’s been about … what … 3 hours? since we left?” “We were
about to go the right, weren’t we?”
Skyron contemplates the two paths and takes a moment to search the future, but it is
cloudy, with danger both ways.
Denjo starts to feel the walls closing in, and is suddenly impressed by the need to go …
down, and is strangely happy about that. “We go down through this. Please.” He points
at the floor, and the group grasps that he wants to cut a hole through the floor.
What might have been a lengthy debate is shortened by the sound of more
stormtroopers approaching along the corridors. Lightsabers come out, and the cutting,
surprisingly enough, goes pretty smoothly. That one spot happened to have not so
many layers to cut through … The travelers angle a ramp to bring them to the next layer
below. They see stormtroopers at the upper level running towards the breach but too far
away to make much of a difference.
As the adventurers descend, Denjo, Kal, Narok, and Trystan each see a blaster floating
in the air before them, pointed right between their eyes. It begins to float away … Skyron
takes a defensive stance, preparing to deflect any blasts. Trystan strikes at his blaster
with the lightsaber readied in his hand, and Denjo attempts to use the force to push
away the blaster.
Almost at the same moment, the blasters react. Narok is blasted in the face, Skyron
attempts to deflect, but just barely misses it and is hit. Trystan makes a successful strike
and the blaster in front of him explodes. Gweedo also takes damage from an attack.
Denjo, however, is successful in his push and his blaster runs down the corridor.
The debris settles, and the only blasters remaining are in hand. Marma’s face is curious,
but she doesn’t ask audible questions. Trystan seems to be making notes to himself on
The group advances along the lower level and soon reaches another intersection. No
stormtroopers in sight. Map gives clear direction, and the band is running down the
The corridor seems to get darker and darker, as if the lights were intentionally dimming.
Marma tilts her head, breathes, and indicates the central path with a “Not that way.”
Remaining choices are left or right.
Skyron makes toward the right, and the party starts to follow. Denjo bends … to pet?
something? He says, “Follow as if your lives depend on it.” Denjo jumps to secure the
little black droid, and he sees it scurry back, bounce into the wall, and run off. Denjo
approaches the wall and mutters, “So this is the way … Where’s the door? IS there a
door? There should be cables … There’s no cables …”
Curious looks now meet the befuddled Denjo. “But I had a dream. This has to be the
right way.” Marma breaks into his muttering … “The right way to where?”
Denjo does not answer, but instead attempts to open the panelling. Attempts that are
deterred by the standard metal walls.
The other party members look around. The corridor isn’t that dark. There’s a few
hallways going off in other directions. Kal mutters, “Confounded magicians – we have a
map!” Narok glances at Kal, and nods his agreement.
The sound of stormtroopers grows, and Trystan readies his lightsaber. Denjo is
undeterred, and manages to pull a panel off the wall using the force. Skyron is relieved
that he had gone back to seal the hole in the floor, well, to melt it up a little bit. Gweedo
is simply glad he’s not a breath away from unconscious.
Denjo looks at the space revealed by the panel and sees many cables, which angers
him. He starts to tear at them with his hands. Trystan confronts him, “What did
they promise you when they were talking to you?” Denjo doesn’t seem to hear him,
preoccupied by the wires, “It’s not right …” “I know it’s not right, but what did they
promise you?” No response, just frantic searching in the wires. “I think Denjo’s got a
short circuit, guys.”
No one interrupts Denjo as he reaches ever further into the coiled mass, trying to find
something. Trystan is convinced, “I hope you know your friend is lost. They have him.”
Denjo’s voice is heard to wonder … “Now, what do I do with it? What do I know about
sending a surge through? Or could I strike it?” He brings his face back towards the
corridor. “You there. Stop talking. Slash this … right now.”
Trystan pauses long enough for Denjo to mutter “ … it’s all connected …” and Skyron
steps forward and slashes the area Denjo indicated.
The lights go down. Emergency lights flicker on. Air vents, heating/cooling systems, are
ripped open and water pipes burst, spraying water. Marma can’t help but think “Finally!
Shower!” Hot water, cold water, and “gray water” spray … “Well, maybe not that clean of
a shower. But a shower!” Her mind starts to wander … “We have not been clean people.
Now troopers! They are pretty, clean people.”
Denjo is looking through the wreckage … “Doesn’t seem quite enough … I can’t crawl
through that.” Trystan prompts him, “What is it buddy? What are we looking for?” Denjo
continues his mutterings, “It’s not how it’s supposed to look … the thing bumped into the
wall, pulled me into a reactor… go anyplace we want, open all the doors.”
Skyron looks at a map to see if what he’s saying makes sense. Gweedo looks over his
shoulders. Marma couldn’t see, but is hoping Skyron lifted an eyebrow. And she hopes
Gweedo’s eyes are opened wide. She’s distracted, however, by Denjo …
“We’ve got to follow this down.” Ripping the ductwork, he feels the air rushing past him.
Marma reaches over to smell the air. Definitely fresh air coming from there. Not outside
air … more like made air.
Denjo seems to straighten up a bit, “If I can’t BECOME a grenade, maybe I can throw
one down it!” He tries to tell if the object he’s thinking of is down the air duct …
Meanwhile, all Skyron and Gweedo can see on the map is maintenance around.
Nothing about any reactor. Anywhere.
Intercom static breaks through the air, “OK, I admit it. This is the best chase I’ve seen
in a long time, but I havn’t got all day! The longer it takes …” (blah, blah, blah) “… Turn
Skyron speaks up, “May I point out that we are trapped. In a Sith den. In the middle
of water.” He looks around, “As it is, we’ve only followed the path of the Sith.” Trystan
seems picks up the sentiment, gestures to one of the corridors, and says “We’ve
proposed this path. Let’s go forward.”
Marma lets the situation’s tension agitate her, “So let’s throw the grenades down and
move on. Everyone’s happy.” She takes two grenades from Narok, and gives them to
Denjo (who looks both amused and annoyed at the same time). The grenades bounce
innocently as they head toward the maintenance area. “There. Now we can go forward.”
The group starts down the corridor, but Denjo hangs back to follow the grenades’
progress. He hears bumps, and then the group notices that their computer connections
drop. There’s a satisfied yell from Denjo, and he even does a little capper.
“Oh no. We might have been following a bad dream.”
Denjo then scurries off in the direction he saw the droid roll off into. Gweedo looks back
at the map, and confirms that Denjo’s definitely heading in the opposite direction than
what he would think would be best. Narok chimes in, “That guy … is crazy.” Gweedo
adds his bit, “My kind of crazy. Plus, he forgot that I owed him money.”
Lesser of evils
“Hey, Denjo. Hey. We’re going north.” Trystan questions Denjo’s direction (following
multiple avenues of that implication), and Skyron adds in, “My only stake is to fight the
Sith. If this isn’t your fight, you shouldn’t follow him.” Narok looks where north takes
them … past an installation to a safehouse.
Gweedo points out, “Leaving Denjo to his fate could be bad. Think of the last time we
left him.” Skyron, “But to follow? He’s gone too far. He needs to be reborn. He’s fallen to
Semsar.” Marma is sure that must mean something. Tarash, “There’s a turbo lift to the
south. We could head there.”
Narok, “We should decide soon.”
Skyron will follow Denjo. Marma follows. Gweedo helps along Narok (who’s still
limping), who leans over to talk with Ginger. Kal mutters, “crazies … following ticket off
planet …” And the group is off toward the southern turbo lift.
Ahead of the group, Denjo reaches the door to the south, and despite his efforts he
is not sure which way the little repair droid went. “I definitely saw it scamper like a
cat.” He strengthens his own convictions that what he’s doing is right, and utters a
foreboding, “Mustn’t let them know.”
The party looks at the turbo-lift door, finds it is non-responsive, and starts looking for
ways to get it open. Skyron considers messing with the lock, but leave Tarash and Kal
instead to hotwire the thing by the flicker of the emergency lights.
The door opens, and they look inside to see a circular shaft going a long way up, and
a long way down. The lights are fully on the floor up, the floor down, and in the shaft.
Skyron consults his map, “The top of the ship will have the cityscape, with systems on
the edges, and on the inside is personnel. The core is maintenance and conveyance
systems. On the bottom, bottom to middle, is all maintenance. We’re sitting right above
the maintenance area. Above us is turbo-laser, and stuff like that.”
Denjo speaks, “So it looks like down.” And down they go. They carefully crawl down.
Gweedo, “How far are we going? To the maintenance area, right?” “27 floors to go.”
And on they go … As Skyron points out, “Fastest way out of here.”
Marma hears a tiny whine of metal as extra weight is added to turbo lift
above. “Somebody’s getting into the turbo lift.”
The group had gone down some 15 floors. They start looking for doors (locked!). Skyron
tries to cut the door open. Trystan assists. Marma starts packing herself into a corner,
out of the path of the lift.
Cables power up. Turbo starts to accelerate downward. Passes 5 floors.
Skyron and Trystan opened the bottom of the door and fall inwards and downwards.
Doors open. The lift is uncomfortably close as all members make their way through the
door. Narok is the last one in, pulled in by Ginger.
The Turbolift passes and stops 5 floors below.
Tarash reaches toward the lift button, “Should we call the turbo lift?” Gweedo reaches
out to stop him, “Wait!” Tarash is stopped, and Gweedo explains, “Let’s let whoever was
on it, get off. Let’s just take a breather here for the second.”
Trystan is in the middle of saying something, “I’m content with the battles ahead, but if
you’re not …”, but Denjo is searching, sensing other force users, and is struck with an
uncomfortable realization that he will soon lapse again, and he breaks in, “The people
down below are trying to fix what we did.” He almost wonders aloud, “What did we do?”
then continues “We need to move fast. We need to make a decision and go.”
Trystan prods him, “Any particular reason? Is your master coming?” “I struck him
down …” “Like a true sith.”
Gweedo calls the lift. The doors open to reveal the space full of red spiders. They start
to swarm out … force users brighten their senses, and Marma lets out a curious, “They
don’t smell … like spiders.”
Trystan is suspicious of mind tricks, and does not believe the spiders are real. Kal thinks
they are a product of the crazy, and is actively disbelieving for all it’s worth. Trystan
steps back from the mass of apparent spiders and ignites his saber. In the meantime,
Lee is injured as spiders crawl over him biting him. Denjo also is being hurt.
Tarash backs away from them. (They’re fast for spiders, but not that fast.) But he sees
them surging over companions. Gweedo is swatting at the spiders. He tries to not
believe, but they are biting and stinging.
Marma reaches out, trying to touch one, but her hand goes through it. Her voice carries
disappointment, “I can’t get one …” Trystan sees her, and now completely disbelieves
the spiders. Kal, however, sees her catch one and pet it.
Narok screams and falls to the ground. Gweedo walks to Narok, slaps him in the face,
and pulls his head up, “Hey, they’re not real.” Narok starts to come to his senses.
Tarash is now taken by the spiders and Kal manages to thump him against the wall. “I’m
not trying to hurt you!” Trystan chips in, “Hey, there’s a spider on your shoulder!” Skyron
grabs him by the shirt, “It’s an allusion!”
It’s too late for Kal, though, and he falls unconscious, succumbed to the swarming
Trystan scans the area for a more clear threat, trying to sense a dark force. He notices
that Denjo is glowing with the dark force and feels slimy and icky! Everyone notices as
he is clutching at his face and ears and hair.
Skyron speaks to the group, “The only person torturing you is him. This is a Sith illusion.
And he is a Sith.” He continues, “We haven’t been pursued for a reason. Reason is he
has killed his master and is …” Skyron trails off as he scans the force to back up that
he’s a sith. Definitely.
Trystan and Skyron sense a Sith elsewhere on the ship, wrecking havok in someone’s
memories. There’s another walking the corridors, trying to find them on the ship, but not
finding them. And then there’s Denjo. (OCC – “Down with the Sithness!” Kyle: “I’m just a
well trained boy scout, what are you talking about?”)
Matters at Hand
Everyone conscious has now moved beyond the spiders. Gweedo drags Kal toward the
turbo lift. Ginger and Narok head in the same direction.
Skyron confirms Trystan’s claim that Denjo is Sith. Gweedo persuasively
intercedes, “Listen. You are presenting a threat to us that we can’t afford, and I think
we need to leave you.” Marma is remembering the time she shot Skyron and looks
Skyron, “We should kill him.” Gweedo tries to ignore that last comment, and turns back
to Denjo. Denjo feels the taint from his master. Deep in the soul. Trying to dissolve his
spirit like acid. He mumbles, “Maybe it’s wrong to go with. I don’t know if I can fight.”
Marma appears to be doing arithmetic with base three?
Tarash encourages from a distance, “You were a good man once. You can let your soul
go.” Denjo responds, “You don’t understand. He’s not dead yet. He’s still inside me.”
Marma’s arithmetic involves circles.
Gweedo continues, “We need you to cover our escape.” Trystan interjects, “You
can’t let him go back to the Sith. They will finish what they started.” Gweedo sees his
point, “I agree with Trystan. I think he’s too far down.” Skyron, “I know of people being
redeemed before. He needs time to fight it off.” Gweedo, “I believe the group has a
better chance without him.” Marma’s answer is 7.
The group hears the sound of stormtroopers coming. Trystan sees in the metal wall
the clear face of Denjo’s master taunting him. He approaches Denjo, “You can finish
this now. I can see what you see. Please make the right choice.” Trystan offers him the
lightsaber. Skyron adds, “Choose a warrior’s death, Denjo.” Marma switches bases.
Denjo’s body briefly reacts as a foreign energy dives into his body. Denjo lets out an
unnerving laugh, and clasps the lightsaber.
Trystan, “oh, shit.”
Skyron promptly attacks the threatening weapon, and cuts off Denjo’s hand. Gweedo
lets out a “Yay! (Sorry, Denjo.)” and gets out of the way of the lightsaber. Marma is
carrying the remainder in her head, glancing between her equation and his severed
Trystan pulls the lightsaber into his hand, and steps toward Denjo for a clean strike for
death. He mutters something about getting canines, and Skyron lets out a “Little weird.”
The saber falls.