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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori...unless you're 13
There were times in 13’s life when she had severely misjudged her quarry. She still bore the scar given her by an otherwise cowardly Sullustan shopkeeper who had been pushed around one too many times, and still remembered her fear at the Gamorrean who had staggered on in spite of the killing blow he had received, too obtuse to realize he was dead.
Yet as she finally managed to work out the damaged power pack from her carbine, witnessed the transport she was in suddenly shudder to a halt, and saw one of the med tech’s declare herself a friend and an agent of the Republic, 13 realized she had never before misjudged anyone to this extent.
The people she had been tracking were patriots.
'Crap', she thought simply.
“You’re the most familiar with this area, I imagine,” the Jedi asked her after he and his companions had gathered their gear. “Any suggestions?”
13 slowly rose her berth and finished reloading her rifle.
“If we’re near the outskirts of Dalroth we should head to Sector 6. It’s the rough end of town, where the TDF aren’t welcome. There are people there who can help…for a price.”
13 pushed past the Jedi and slowly began to frisk the comatose body of the med tech that had earlier treated the Jedi.
“But know this,” she added as she finished her search and swivelled her helmeted head back towards the Jedi. “My help ain’t cheap, and there’s certain things I want in return.”
The bounty hunter strode towards the door of the transport, and readied her weapon in her hand.
“But we can talk about that later.”
[OOC: 13 will frisk the fallen med tech and pocket any credits, ID cards, TDF pass cards etc that she may find.]
Posted on 2007-11-12 at 14:30:53.
Edited on 2007-11-12 at 14:34:47 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Oh, pick me!
I'd love to give this a go too, as long as I can be the helmswoman 
I'll draw up a character concept and pm it to you Eol.
Posted on 2007-11-11 at 21:23:53.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Welcome
Welcome to the fun and frolics Vilyamar.
Regarding the whole lack of weapons...who needs blasters when you have 13? 
Posted on 2007-11-08 at 21:16:27.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Great job
Great job with the pick Eol, as I knew it would be. 
Posted on 2007-11-03 at 08:15:03.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Mmm...
Mmm, fried Jedi. Crispy. 
Posted on 2007-10-31 at 15:20:43.
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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: Could do
I could do, but I still haven't received the results for my first turn yet. I should get it tomorrow, so I'll think about posting something then.
Posted on 2007-10-31 at 15:19:10.
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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: Yep
Yep I got that reply from Clint too. Bit of a shame, although I probably will give the a proper game a try after BOFA (or when I get to the end of it).
Posted on 2007-10-30 at 19:01:52.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: My Kingdom for a Hydrospanner...
“…Interesting observations. I wonder, though, what business it is of a bounty hunter like yourself? Check his weapons, see if he’s telling the truth.”
‘His weapon,’ Yali thought to herself in an echo of what the TDF Commander had said to her. In an instant her mind’s eye was flooded with the image of a young girl prising a blaster carbine from the cold, lifeless hands of an armoured corpse. She was scared, and she clutched at the weapon as a way to end that fear, as a way to right the wrongs that had been committed against her. And yet…
“And yet I haven’t.”
“Sorry sir?”
Yali let out a nervous cough beneath her helmet as she realised she had spoken the thought aloud, and was only gladdened by the fact that durasteel mesh she wore hid her embarrassment.
“Forget it,” Yali murmured to the trooper in front of her, as he made to give the bounty hunter her weapon back.
“Were we not on riot duty, bounty hunter, I'd fine you the hundred credits myself for carrying military grade arms without the proper permit. But since you appear to be uninvolved in this incident, I will ignore it this time,” the TDF Commander added, in the haughty tone so beloved by the TDF.
“Yeah, and I’m really grateful,” Yali replied, with only a hint of sarcasm in her voice, as she slung her carbine over her shoulder. Around her she could see the medical teams rushing to the aid of the stricken Jedi and the wounded TDF man she had seen, and the troopers quickly round up those involved for ‘questioning’.
“Um... if you will come this way, please?”
Yali returned her gaze to the trooper in front of her, nodded imperceptibly and pushed her way past the nervous grunt and towards the personnel carrier that was waiting for her.
‘Well I suppose this could work to my advantage.’
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She groaned slightly from her seat in the hover carrier, as she ran her eye over her blaster carbine. The trooper that had checked whether she had fired her carbine in the battle had jammed her power pack back in at the wrong angle, and it would take a while for her to wrench it back out again.
“Should have gone…with us for a time,” a voice sounded weakly from her right. Turning her head, Yali saw that it was the Jedi mumbling to himself, and reaching out his hand as if to touch a phantom that only he could see.
“You should probably give him something to sedate him. It sounds as if he’s delusional,” Yali commented to the medic attending the Jedi as she braced her carbine between her legs and attempted to pull the jammed power pack out.
“Ugh…” she sounded after a few seconds of furious tugging. “I don’t suppose you happen to carry a hydrospanner do you?” Yali added to the Twi’lek sharing the transport with her.
Posted on 2007-10-28 at 10:07:07.
Edited on 2007-10-28 at 20:24:55 by Ginafae
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Good news
Good to hear Eol.
And lovely last post too.
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 17:41:57.
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Topic: Where are you from?
Subject: Guess I'm in the catch all category
Alabama: t_catt11 (Birmingham)
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California Dragon Mistress, Brianna (mile from Disneyland)
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
District of Columbia
Florida - Admiral (Tampa)
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada Reno; Greygrey
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio: Eol Fefalas (New Carlisle)
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
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Canada
Ontario - Alacrity & Vanadia (Toronto)
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Overseas - Ginafae (Edinburgh, UK)
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 17:40:49.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Ah...
Not a problem, Olan.
Incidentally, are the two captured goons inside the same transport as Yali and Dime?
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 15:44:09.
Edited on 2007-10-26 at 17:34:22 by Ginafae
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Yep, sure is
Ooh I'll look forward to it.
And glad you liked it YeOlde.
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 18:30:24.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Hehe
Well I wanted to give her something to reflect the fact that she had been a slave. Plus it can make for a fun alias.
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 19:44:02.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Better late than never
Just noticed I still haven't posted the character sheet for my character, so here goes:
Name: '13'/Yali Kynos
Species: Human
Class: Soldier 1
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6" (5'10" in armour)
Weight: 116 lbs
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 14
Wound Points: 16
Vitality: 13
Defence: 16
Damage Reduction: 4
Armour Check Penalty: -4
Speed: 8m
Initiative: +3
Force Points: 1
Reputation: 0
Fortitude: 5
Reflex: 3
Will: 0
Attack: Blaster carbine
Attack Bonus: +4 (+5 if target within 10m) (+0/+0 with Multifire)
Damage: 3d8 (+1 damage if target within 10m)
Crit: 19-20x2
Stun: DC 15
Range: 20m
Attack: Knife
Attack Bonus: +3
Damage: 1d4+2
Crit: 20x2
Languages:
Galactic Basic
Huttese
Skills: (total points: 24)
Cross-Class -
Bluff: 3 (2 skill points)
Entertain (Dance): 3 (2 skill points)
Class Skills -
Treat Injury: 4 (4 skill points)
Demolitions: 5 (4 skill points)
Repair: 3 (2 skill points)
Computer Use: 3 (2 skill points)
Intimidate: 6 (4 skill points)
Knowledge (Crime Syndicates): 3 (2 skill points)
Profession (Bounty Hunting): 2 (2 skill points)
Feats:
Class Feats:
Armour Prof. (light)
Weapon Group Prof. (blaster pistols, blaster rifles, heavy weapons, simple weapons, vibro weapons)
Bought Feats: (6 to spend)
Armour Prof. (medium)
Point Blank Shot
Equipment:
N’Gant-Zarvel 9118 Heavy Carbine (blaster carbine)
Knife
Energy Cells x 2 (1 in rifle)
Customized padded battle armour
Breath Mask (in helmet)
Comlink (in helmet)
Cred. Chip (with 0 creds)
A little food and water
Poor Citizen's clothing
Description of Yali:
Yali would be judged pretty by the standards of most humans, with her tanned skin, full lips and toned skin. Perhaps she is slightly thinner than is the current vogue, and maybe a little unusual with her silvery hair, but even then no one would call her bad looking by any means. Of course, not many people get to see Yali at all. For she prefers to travel as ‘13’, the feared bounty hunter, and hides herself away in the jet black body armour and helmet of her profession. Couched in the anonymity her body armour gives, few desire to speak more than the odd pleasantry to her, and given the arsenal of weapons she carries with her, that’s probably a wise decision. Even when she is by herself, she rarely removes her armour, finding in it a second skin, and something as hard and tough as she is vulnerable inside.
Background:
The small cylinder is scratched and worn, and has probably been used countless times. You momentarily wonder what all the recordings that were once made on it said, before slowly sliding it into your datapad and turning it on. Perhaps it contains a love letter, or the last words of a dying man…or, maybe something as mundane as a shopping list…
*Beep* *Beep* Data Recording starting…
“I won’t tell you my name. If this disc has been lost it is better that way. If it has been found on my dead corpse…well then you already know who I am. But…I need to tell someone something about myself. …I never knew how lonely it could be travelling the galaxy, mingling in vast crowds, without anyone knowing the real me. But it is lonely, and I need to share. So here it is.
I can’t remember my parents. All I have memory of is life as a slave amidst the arid wastes of Tattooine. Perhaps I was born to be a slave – bred like a bantha from test tubes and selected for my strength and endurance? Or maybe I was stolen as a young child from my parents and sold to the highest bidder? When I was younger I used to think long and hard about where I came from, half-hoping that I was in actual fact a princess abducted from her home and would be rescued by a handsome jedi, like in all those holovids. But now I realize it doesn’t mater where I came from. It matters only what I am.
I wasn’t always a killer, I promise you. For years I was a pliant and uncomplaining slave, doing all that was asked of me. I would labour as hard as any droid before I had seen ten Republican years, dance for my masters as I grew into a woman, and even allow myself to be fondled by dirty old men that should have known better. I may have even died as a faithful slave if my master hadn’t given me to Gribooga the Hutt in order to pay off some debt. For, as a member of the Exchange, Gribooga didn’t need a new slave to fix her battered droids, or dance for her patrons, but someone who would willingly pleasure her employees.
I cried until I could cry no more when I was beaten, and chained and finally locked away with one of Gribooga’s favoured goons. He never even took off his armour as he looked over me with cool indifference, and then did more…. I could smell his unwashed body though, and can even smell it now, and hear his bestial grunts. I can even still feel the thrill that coursed through me as my hand found his vibro-dagger and plunged it in the only spot where he had shed his armour.
I shook as much as he did when I crawled out from underneath him, and slowly twisted the dagger until his spasms ceased. But it wasn’t fear. Was it enjoyment: the thrill of my first kill? I don’t know. All I know is that I didn’t feel any panic, as I stripped him of his armour, hid his body, and escaped into the streets of Mos Eisley disguised as the armoured man. Yet it wasn’t the best disguise I could have taken. Everyone seemed to know and fear the armoured man I had killed, and wearing his fully body armour, with my voice altered by his helmet, everyone thought that I was him. Even Gribooga thought that that was the case, as she pushed me into doing jobs for her – collecting protection money, putting the frighteners on smugglers late with their payments, even…even killing. I was sure I would die, by being found out by some punk who would realise I barely knew how to fire my blaster. But I didn’t. I didn’t, and the more jobs I did the better I got until I found myself with enough creds to escape Tattooine altogether.
Yet it is ironic that although I’ve escaped from slavery, even escaped from who I am, I am still as much a prisoner as I was before. For you see, I hate what I’ve become – a gun for hire, a paid killer – but I don’t know what else to do. I have no Republican citizenship, I have only a few creds to my name, and the only I ever learnt to do was how to shoot a gun. So I hope…well I hope you can understand why I have done what I have. I know forgiveness it too much to ask.”
Data Recording ending…*Beep* *Beep*
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 15:28:00.
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Topic: Memorable Munchkins
Subject: Arrow the Elf
The other story I have is of this guy who no matter what the campaign was would play Arrow the Elvish Acher (again in 3rd edition).
Before he got eaten by a gargantuan spider (yes it was as funny as it sounds), he had racked up a crazy medlee of classes. He was a Fighter 2, Cleric 2, Sorceror 2, Ranger 2, Rogue 6, and Arcane Archer 2.
Needless to say he put my single class paladin to shame. 
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 19:28:23.
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Topic: Memorable Munchkins
Subject: Ooh...let me see...
Back in the days of 3rd Edition, I ended up roleplaying with this one chap playing an elvish bard.
He was actually quite into roleplaying. but put him near some dice he morphed into the munchkin to end all munchkins. He would employ all manner of ploys to hide his rolls from the DM - rolling when someone else was, rolling behind his books/character sheet, rolling behind his arm - and funnily enough would end up with a 17+ roll every time.
On the umpteenth time of this happening the DM decided I could roll for him. Sadly he didn't last too long after that. 
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 16:37:42.
Edited on 2007-10-22 at 19:23:12 by Ginafae
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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: yep
 Don't worry I will do.
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 16:30:25.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: If in doubt, lie
The armour-clad woman peered at the broken body of the young Jedi. He had been thrown by the blast from the rocket to not far from where she had been standing in the crowd, and she had found herself drawn to the young man’s side.
But she did not know why. The Jedi’s neck hung at an awkward angle, ugly pieces of charred metal protruded from his abdomen, and there was little she could do to help without something to cauterize the man’s wounds. Yet even still she found herself lingering over him, saddened that the Jedi, who had mesmerized her moments before with his grace and skill, now lay moments from death at her feet.
“I guess…even Jedi are mortal,” she murmured quietly, although any emotion in her voice was stripped away by the vox-box in her helmet, and translated into a metallic monotone.
[ ooc. Just a quick treat injury check, to see if she can deduce how near death the silly Jedi is]
“This is the TDF!” a loud-speaker suddenly announced from behind her. “All armed parties will drop their weapons immediately or face deadly force!”
She turned her head, and the view-screen immediately zoomed to focus upon the large troopers and larger hovertank that had closed off the street.
‘Just what I need…a brush with Tanaab’s finest’, she thought sarcastically. There were no doubt some on Tanaab who regarded the TDF as the defenders of all that is just, but the woman’s own dealings with them had been far from pleasant. ‘But then I suppose I shouldn’t expect much given my line of work.’
Walking to where the Twi’lek she had seen earlier still stood, the woman unstrapped her carbine and placed it slowly on the ground, before raising her hands in the air.
“I’d drop the weapon if I were you,” she whispered to the Twi’lek as she noted the TDF’s weaponry swing in his direction. “These jokers have no love for off-worlders.”
Her eyes narrowed, as the officer leading the TDF detachment imperiously stepped out of the hovertank and gazed in her direction.
“The name’s 13,” she offered, “and I had no part in any of this. If you don’t believe me, you can check the power pack in my carbine, and you’ll see that the weapon hasn’t been fired.”
“But…uh…I expect this will look pretty good for you, what with you coming to the aid of a fallen comrade,” 13 added, and gestured to the man she had seen fight with the Jedi with a flick of her head. “Who knows, you may even make the holonews and get one of those shiny medals. ‘Course you may want to make sure you arrest the right people first. It won’t look too good if your superiors are the first to realize that the Twi’lek and Jedi fought to help your TDF guy after he came under fire. And it really won’t look too hot if you arrest them…and innocent bystanders like me.”
‘Sometimes’, 13 decided, ‘a good lie can go a long way.’
[ooc. Bluff check ]
Posted on 2007-10-20 at 21:28:44.
Edited on 2007-10-22 at 07:04:05 by Ginafae
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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: Ooh..
Aww, the Noldor don't know you've plumped for the side of Sauron. I suppose you'll surprise them next turn then.
On another note, I've decided to give ME a try, with the Battle of Five Armies scenario. I'm the Elves apparently, which should be fun.
Posted on 2007-10-20 at 20:48:09.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Hmm...
Patience young padawan, all will be revealed.
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 09:09:14.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Sounds great
Eol, that sounds great, and drawing her without the helmet is a good idea, since otherwise it's impossible to tell who it is.
Regarding my last post, I haven't had 13 do anything other than turn up at the scene, both because I haven't yet decided how she's going to get involved, and I didn't want to have her jump into a combat round completely unannounced.
Oh and on another note, I'll post her character sheet and a description too, since everyone else has.
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 15:12:56.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Time for action...
The woman shook her head in amazement as she snaked her way through the crowd. She knew Dalroth to be a backwater town whose ‘respectable’ residents would be the first to throw their hands up in horror if they ever saw a strange-looking alien or caught sight of restricted weaponry, but give them a fire-fight in the middle of the day and the thrill of some danger and excitement and they would crowd around like a pack of kath hounds smelling a fresh kill.
“Oi! Where do you think you’re off to?” a voice suddenly yelled from behind her, as a meaty hand grabbed hold of the long trench coat she was wearing and rudely pulled it back. It only served, however, to expose the muzzle of the blaster carbine and the thick durasteel mesh of the body armour she was clad in, and had concealed beneath the long, grey garment.
“I go where I please,” she replied, turning behind her, until her grey eyes met the brown of a large Tanaabian dock-worker in an icy duel.
“Umm…sorry,” the man mouthed soon after as he quickly released his hold upon her and allowed the woman to push her way to the front of the crowd and capture a detailed look at what held the crowd so enraptured.
It was a Jedi, moving with the florid grace of a character in a holovid, as he dodged and weaved under a hail of blaster fire. She had never seen a Jedi at close quarters and had always thought the archaic weapons they carried were only good for pomp and ceremony, but in this Jedi’s hands the weapon looked beautiful.
It was his other companions, however, that soon drew her attention. For the Jedi was aided by what appeared to be a TDF officer, but everything from the way he had sought cover, to the gripped his weapon and controlled his fire, suggested that he had had training beyond what most TDF grunts had.
Further she saw more of the party, stuggling with a wounded member on board a speeder, and yet another figure – a Twi’lek – push his way into the crowd as if he were fleeing.
‘Or seeking cover,’ she suddenly thought.
Reaching for the steel, black comfort of her helm, she quickly fastened it in place.
‘Time to get busy.’
OOC: On which side though?   
Posted on 2007-10-13 at 20:32:25.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Shh
Shh, Jedi can read your mind and everything!
Posted on 2007-10-13 at 07:10:10.
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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: Interesting read
Well from what you've written here over the weeks, the game does seem fascinating. I might give it a look sometime. 
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 20:15:02.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Thanks
Thanks, it's nice to be back. 
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 13:03:07.
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