Star Wars: A Wayward Eye

Korin Plo: Journal Entry

There comes a time when you have to step back and just let things run their course, and hope that one day the river will come back to its original path. Estus was a good companion, one of much honor, and at least a bit of respect, though ever since we ventured into the Sith compound, he had changed. I know that the Sith amulet left a dark stain on his heart, but I honestly thought that he would see his changes, that he would be able to meditate on the matter and take heed of my warnings, for who else would know the importance of walking the line as much as I do? Alas, the darkness is too strong it seems, and he was far too clouded to see the truth. It is with much sadness that I take my leave from his side, but there is nothing more that I am able to do for him, and allowing myself to think that I could guide him would be simple foolishness, someone that far along the path must see it for themselves and at least initially want change for my guiding to have any effect.

The Jedi Knight that has taken to move with us is quite the respectable combatant, though I hope he has some other talents besides combat, for he failed to stand up to me in a sparring match. Perhaps it was just some uncertainty because he is so new to our group, but he seemed….uncoordinated. The future will tell us more of his prowess, but for now he is respectable enough and very much welcome in the tumultuous days to come.

It is not a new experience to be out on my own, allowed to do what I wish, though it is difficult with this group. First of all, our new Knight is just that, new. To both the group and being a Knight it seems. Then there’s the issue with Voss. He doesn’t seem to have gotten a bigger head from the new position, but his already big head didn’t deflate at all, that is for sure. He gives me little respect and one day soon I may well take it from him, but for now I am a diplomat representing my people, and I shall work to uphold that. Mark me though, I will, as my people will expect, defend my honor lest it become too tarnished.

I digress though, the past few days have been very difficult, trying my patience as the others argue for long hours on what to do in a given situation. They of course consult with me, and ask my opinion, and I give it, though how much they take that into consideration is hard to say. Very hard to say.

I am simply stunned at the amount of possible intrigue happening, Emperor Fell could not possibly be on that ship, this has got to be a ruse set up by the rebels. How did they get his IFF? No matter, it’s a matter of technology, and technology can always be copied, given enough time. These rebels certainly had enough time to get their plans straight.

I hope that the Republic will quickly answer our call, for this situation only grows more dire by the minute.

View
Star Wars: A Wayward Eye
Episode ?: The Loss of One, the Gain of Another

Some decisions are hard, and some are easy. We seemed to be able to make none of the latter. Estus has taken a very dark path, and refuses to see the changes in himself. Korin decides that he can no longer travel with Estus because of his actions, and since the Jedi Order has cut times with him, it seems they deemed to replace Estus in our troupe, as you may call it, with another. His name seems to be irrelevant at this point in time, but he is a Jedi Knight, so one to be respect by us all.

The triumvirate has informed us that the Imperial Remnant is attacking Galactic Alliance territory, specifically the Obra Sector. Why they are doing so, remains very much a mystery, and so we are sent to do some information gathering. All are agreed that it is going to be a good mission for us, as we have our individual goals and they coincide well. Korin wants to investigate the Force labs in the sector more, new guy is just good to go wherever, and temporarily Sub-commander Voss, while slightly unsure of going back to a system that dislikes him, is happy with his improved ranking. Voss gets us prepared to go on the mission with some additional acquisitions, as the mission is going to be very dangerous as it’s a battlefield and we’re not a large force, even with the additional 80 marines at Voss’ disposal.

Our first destination is Obra Tell and it’s a grim sight. The planet seems to have been bombarded and then placed under Imperial control, with a Starship doing its rounds around the planet. We moved on to the neighboring planets of Obra Wen and Obra Tus, and found Wen in the same situation as Tell, though Tus was horrifying. It was the agricultural planet, the breadbasket if you will, and it had been bombed for so long, and so thoroughly that it was left without an atmosphere, and will mostly likely become nothing but a hunk of rock. Why would the Imperials do such a thing? It makes no sense, if they want to gather planets for their resources, then why go to such an extent?

We unfortunately have to move on, as there is not much left for us to do here. We travel to another planet, though before I even find out the name, infighting in the group begins as we realize the planet is currently being bombarded and we all have different ideas of what we should do. Eventually, we go with Voss’ idea because he is technically in charge, and he wants to drop some marines off at Obra Wen to get some passive recon done and he things we shouldn’t be in the area while this planet is being shot at.

So we head back to Obra Wen, only to find out instantly that a battle has started over the planets, though oddly there is an odd mixture of ships, with several Galactic ships on one side! That wasn’t all, that same side was flying the personal IFF of Emperor Fell himself! After we got over our initial shock, we realized that the side opposing the Emperor was taking pot shots at Obra Tell. After MUCH discussion, we decide that getting involved with the fight was a bad idea, but we needed to find out why the other side was taking those shots at Obra Tell, it was just too odd. We also considered the fact that the Emperor’s ship is most likely not actually the Emperor’s ship and that perhaps what has been taken for the Imperial Remnant attacking the Republic, was actually the rebel faction trying to get the two to start fighting.

We decide to take our forces down to the planet, and we successfully maneuver our way down and find a Galactic Hideout of all things on the continent that the faction was shooting at! We get in touch with them and find out that there are over 10,000 refugees there, with only 300 military personnel guarding them. We discuss what to do some more, and in the end realize it is best to move away from the hideout and send a distress message requesting assistance to the Republic, and so we do.

View
Personal Log of Estas Ka'Jan: Entry 1

Presumptions can be incredibly useful at times, at the very least it is impossible to completely rid oneself of all presumptions. However, oftentimes presumptions can lead to, shall we say, indelicate situations. With hindsight it is always easy to say, “Yes, this is where we went wrong” and “We should not have assumed such a thing as we did,” but this log is not about correcting the past; rather it is about ensuring the mistakes of the past are not repeated in the future.

So what did I know? I knew that both the Jedi Council and the Galactic Alliance was concerned about a particular planet. When a planet drops off the grid, as Porcall did, it is always a topic of concern. But when a planet drops off the grid at the same time that a large portion of the galaxy erupts into civil conflict, then it becomes something a bit more than a ‘topic of concern.’ Further, when it is known that a hostile force is experimenting with biological weaponry and the planet is question is devoted to the study of Biology, well, it’s hard to ignore such an obvious connection. However, a connection, no matter how obvious it may be, is only that. Caution is to be advised, of course, but there is a distinct difference between caution and subterfuge and, well, whatever it is that we did.

In retrospect, I approve of the cautionary approach that we took to not only landing on the planet, but in our approach to the city itself. Without knowing the military aspect of the planet, it only made sense to treat it as potentially hostile. I believe that circumventing the security grid was also a justifiable action. Even breaking into that poor civilian’s quarters was necessary in order to discern the general social environment of the city. After that though, after discerning that only a select few knew what was really going on — that there was even anything sinister going on to begin with — we should have taken the proper channels.

What outcome would the proper channels have led us to? If we had approached the security forces in an open, diplomatic, manner we could have explained that we (1) were sent to investigate what was going on in their world, (2) why they had cut themselves off at such a questionable time, and (3) shown that we only had the best interests of their people at heart, Perhaps then then they would have been more inclined to assist in a proper investigation. One that would have revealed that Prelate Theree Tenslay was in collusion with dissident forces. Of course, an official investigation would have given a capable subversive organization the time it needed to erase their tracks and any useful information we could have garnered from it.

What outcome did our path take us to? The distrust of an entire government and world. The illegal removal of a duly elected head of state. An encounter with a security force that resulted in the preventable death of one of the personnel while they were protecting the duly elected head of state and using, mostly, non-lethal means to detain us. The personal shame of having beaten to unconsciousness the aforementioned duly elected head of state — though, to be sure, he was a distinct threat to me.

The slight silver lining of the path that we took was confirmation that Theree Tenslay was working for an organization that is at least tied to the rebellious faction of the Imperial Remnant, more information on the virus that targets Force-Sensitives, and what I can only hopefully assume is the head researcher for the project developing the virus.

Would we have obtained this information if we had gone through the proper channels? It is possible. It is possible that we could have obtained much more information, but equally possible that we could have come away empty-handed with the incorrect thought that Prelate Theree Tenslay was completely innocent of any wrong-doing. What I stress is that I made mistakes on this planet and that these mistakes must be accounted for, explored, and remembered so that they will not be repeated in the future.

Now my companions and I sit on a Galactic Alliance warship in isolation while scans and tests are performed on us. The military has ordered our silence on the specifics of the virus infecting us and I dare not tell the doctors what I know for fear of my companion being executed. I attempted to notify the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order of our situation and I can only hope that he understands that there is something wrong. Perhaps, if I am allowed my freedom again, I can go to him and explain what is happening. I do not trust the Galactic Alliance any more than I trust the government of the Imperial Remnant. Yes, they provide order and stability for the worlds under their dominion, but that does not mean that they have the best interest of all sentients at heart. All Force Sensitives are at risk of this virus, no matter who utilizes it as a weapon and while it is folly to inform all Force Sensitives of the risks, it is necessary for those in charge of the various organizations to be aware of the extent of the threat we are facing.

NOTE: Obtain an injector system for knocking helpless hostiles unconscious. Beating someone with a stick over and over is simply too much for me. Perhaps some of the chemicals in my medical kit would have been a better route.

View
Star Wars: A Wayward Eye
Episode V: Serenity and Surprises

Three days on a crowded freighter to some asteroid in the middle of banthafuck nowhere, but it certainly beat Ormbradin. I didn’t think there was a place I could like less than Nar Shadaa. The jedi mostly keep to themselves when things aren’t going horribly, so I’ve had some time to myself. Figured I’d spend it with the crew and see what’s what. Turns out there are a couple people that play sabacc. Well we all know I got the funds for my ship back home… I’ve learned since then though. Think I’ll keep it a little more low key. They seemed a little irked about the 50 creds, but no one is trying to kill me yet so that’s a plus.

The good captain offered me a seat at a higher stakes table on Ti’at Dex, but Kavrik and Rei gave me an eye like “we’ve got more important things to do.” I’m technically employed by Jana still, so I’ll get the job done. Voss looks really uncomfortable greasing palms and buying drinks with me. What does he expect? People just help each other out of the goodness of their hearts (literally hearts in this case)? Go figure, this place is as slime-covered as everywhere else. Not a lick of honest work to be found. Rei got on the com back to the temple and somehow got 5,000 more credits out of them even with the ridiculous amount he spent on our lodging. And the jedis think I’M going to help pay them back for it? Fat chance! It’s not like I’m the one who signed up for the ambassadorial suite… although I gotta say that was a SWANK hotel. The service in that place was amazing! I had half a mind to call Ti’lan and apologize for running out like that, but they probably would have thrown a hissy fit. Like an intelligent person, I live within my means, so a nice cheap hotel is where we’ll be staying for the next few days until we can find a ship to Adumar.

Good grief… I leave for 15 minutes and this group falls apart! Jan and Voss were at each others’ throats when I walked in. Something about Jan’s family still being missing and Voss having better things to do. I mean, yeah, we definitely have the fate of the Galactic Alliance in our hands, but he didn’t have to be so callous. I think Jan understands though. I’d love to go find his family personally. Empire space? There’s gotta be stuff in there that the people of the Alliance can’t get.

Well, I’ve done it again! Looks like there’s a Hapes 3200 Kelcapp cruiser setting out in about a day. Crew looks swarthy as ever. My cup of tea! Probably something illicit going on, but the priority is getting to Adumar right now. Maybe I can make a new contact for future jobs? I’ll have to play that one by ear.

This ship is the TITS! I did a little research before we boarded. The most important spec? PLENTY of places to hide things… I have to get me one of these things. The crew doesn’t want to talk about their ship too much, so the best I’ve been able to do is pick up on a little bit of coded conversation. They’re definitely smuggling something, but I’m not sure what yet.

Okay three days and I haven’t been able to find the cargo. Probably a good thing; if they catch me I’ll be out an airlock faster than I can say Hutt. BEEP BEEP BEEP Alarms?!? Maybe it’s pirates!!! Finally some action. The downtime has been nice, but my trigger finger is itchy. The big guy with the gun tried to tell us it’s just an Alliance patrol. Honest mistake. Go back to your quarters. A mistake? Seriously? Come on, you can do better than that. I offered my services, but he didn’t take to that idea. Oh well, I’ll sit it out for now and see what happens.

Just heard the big guy holler “What in the HELL do you think you’re doing accessing the cameras??” into Voss’s room. I should show him a thing or two… you know if he isn’t shot in the next few seconds. Guess I’ll poke my head out and see what’s going on. “Voss, you ok?” Oh boy, that’s a pistol. Yeah, yeah, I’m coming too. Wait. I’m coming too… to see the captain. That means the bridge! WHOO!! Can’t wait to see what the brain of this place looks like! Can’t say this is the ideal way to do it, but the captain should be friendly enough.

Captain: “Do you work for the Galactic Alliance?”
Voss: “Yes.”
Captain: “Take him to the brig.”
Me: “No, I definitely do not!”

Turns out the Galactic Alliance patrol is true. It just so happens that the smuggling racket is also true. Damn, I’m good. And DAMN is this cockpit beautiful now that I’m looking around a bit. Hell, that weapons console has enough parts to build a speeder. Looks like I was just offering my services to the wrong man. When in doubt, go to the top. The captain asked me to keep my friends busy and out of the way. Well, busy I can definitely do, but if the Alliance is right outside there’s no need for us to go all the way to Adumar. So let’s see… 4 on the bridge and 3 elsewhere. The guy on the sensors and the engineering chick shouldn’t be a problem so that’s only 5 guns versus our two lightsabers. No problem.

Kavrik seems to have wandered out of his compartment. I guess it’s good to see him do something besides sit in the corner floating some moral dilemmas around his head. I filled him in on the situation what with Voss being in prison. All he says is, “Go get Rei and Voss,” and walks toward the bridge. I figure he can handle himself. Besides, the goods aren’t going to be in the bridge. Rei seems completely at ease with the whole situation, but telling him Voss is in the brig seems to have finally stirred his passivity enough to get him to move. Good thing I’m here!

The security on this cell should not be this good. They must do some business in the slave trade too. Nothing I can’t handle though, it’ll just take a lit— BEEP BEE …..tle longer. There we go! I can hear the engineer and sensor coming down the hall. If they try anything they’ll be dead in a shot or two. Probably can’t hit the broad side of a bantha anyway.

Rei: “There is another jedi upstairs that has already secured the bridge and another one right in front of you.”
PEW! I knew it! That went right into the ceiling. Random, however, can also mean my gut. Suddenly a stun blast goes by me and tags the engineer in the chest pushing her back for a moment, but not enough to knock her out. I take a few more steps forward and she issues an order to stop. Ha! An order from this gi— PEW! — I return fire, but my blaster catches on the holster and the blast goes wide hitting the wall next to her. Shit, better cover fast. “Next one’s in your chest. Put the gun down.” Now that I’m closer I can see her hands shaking. I walk up and slowly place my hand on the barrel and pull it down. It takes a little tug, but she lets go almost in tears. I look at the other one for a second and he runs. “Rei, don’t let him get to the pods. Voss, get up to the bridge,” I say. Voss is already moving past me as I say this. He knows what to do. I stay a minute with the timid one and have her take me to the engine room and help me shut down the ship. With the defenses and engines cut the Alliance shouldn’t have a problem getting aboard and we’ll have the crew mopped up by then.

As I suspected, Kavrik is taking the entire bridge and hardly looks scathed. Wish I was as good with a lightsaber as he is. Thats ok just gotta sneak in and… aww crap. Voss! Why’d you go and pull his attention! I don’t care if you were in here first! Alright fine, cover. Need cover. Console! Perfect. These chumps are nothi… wait a minute. Why is the weapons console over there? Oh well, PEW PEW! Damn that captain can JUMP! Voss and Rei should be able to handle him, I’ll help Kavrik wrap things up here then see about finding the shipment. I wonder what it is. Hope it’s not just spice.

Alright. Bridge is clear. That’s right punk you better surrender! Hmm… hope Kavrik doesn’t kill him. Oh well, not my problem. Kylee should know where the stuff is I’ll go ask her. Just gotta run past the guy Rei tied up outside the escape pods… holy crap. Rei what did you do, man? That whole thing is bent out of shape! Ooooh you used your little force tricks to jam it shut. Hi captain! Heh heh, good thinking jedi. Alright, onward to Kylee!

The cargo hold of course, but there are soo many panels (“Its over here”). Which one could it be? Let’s see if I were a stolen shipment where would I be (“This one”)? Well personally I like to keep stuff as close to the center of the walls as possibl… what Kylee? (“Help me here”). Oh, THAT one. I was going to check that next. Wow, this is pretty easy to get into but really hard to find if you’re not looking for it. Nice job team! Spice… bleh. I mean… that’s a TON of spice, but it’s still a little disappointing. Oh another compartment JACKPOT!!!!!!!!!!! THERMAL DETONATORS!!!! I haven’t seen these things since back home! Oh man that heist was epic. I’ll never forget the look on that poor Bothan’s face when the building crashed down in front of his speeder. Priceless. Ok now how to make this look like none are missing… there we go. Hmm. Kylee’s looking at me funny.

Kylee: “Why are you taking those?”
Me: “Well the Alliance is going to want to know they’re here. Now if they don’t have a trained specialist to deal with them… well we don’t want everything blowing up, so I’m just going to take some samples to them instead.”

Where did that come from? Wow, that’s the best answer I’ve ever had! Guess I haven’t lost my touch. Wait, what Voss? Present ourselves for boarding? Uhh… yeah… sure. I’ll be riiiight up. Right after I take a quick stop at our quarters. Wait. YOUR quarters. Don’t want these in my room just in case. Here’s to hoping the Alliance is incompetent!

Alright pistols out AND the knife. Man, thank god Franco didn’t pat us down. Probably would have killed me over that. Probably going to kill me eventually anyway… Yeah yeah, calm down you GA grunts I’ll put my hands on my head. Ow! Watch it with those cuffs. We do all of your work taking down this ship and this is the thanks we get? No wonder the Empire hates you. And you’d really think these interrogation rooms could at least have padded seats or something. That’ll change once they realize who we are. And that we’re not dead. And how much crazy shit we know. Yeah that’s right, get those cuffs off. Damn right I look smug… uhh, the admiral? Why yes we’d love to go talk to him. This just keeps getting stranger and stranger.

I’m gonna let Voss take point on this one what with him being an ex? current? Formerly-deceased-but-now-back-to-active-duty? member of the army. Things went swimmingly just as I expected. Even convinced them to let Kylee come with us. I told her we’d get her off the hook. Honestly… thank god because there’s no way any of us were gonna fix that mess of an engine without her. And what’s more I’m now responsible for her! I’ve got my very own, and more importantly very cute, engineer cohort! Gonna have to get her to show me how she rigged it up for the wrench to complete the hyperdrive circuit. Tricky little minx. Now if only I’d have spoken up a little sooner I could have had this ship in my name too. That’s ok, Rei. You can have it for now. We all know who’s REALLY running this show.

View
Star Wars: A Wayward Eye
Episode IV: A Bid for Freedom
View
Star Wars: A Wayward Eye
Episode III: A Mad Rush to the Aid of a Friend

A Place holder for Episode III

View
Star Wars: A Wayward Eye
Episode II: A Flight into Unknown Danger

Place Holder for Episode II

View
Star Wars: A Wayward Eye
Episode I: A Trip into Known Turbulance

“The threat of the Sith has once again been eliminated from the galaxy, Anakin’s destiny has been redeemed by his descendants, we now must redeem our place to our predecessors as guardians of peace and knights of justice; the watchwords of diplomacy. To use this honor as anything more then what it was requested as at face value would be not only a failure to seize an opportunity to regain our former station, but to lay a path that would deny the Forces influence on future diplomatic endeavors.” Repeated Jedi Master Barratk’l for at least the third time in the four hours the discussion had waged in the High Council Chambers. For the first time since the end of the Second Galactic Civil War the Jedi Order had been approached by the Galactic Alliance to serve as the front of the diplomatic core. Not since the time of the Old Republic had the Order been given such an esteemed task as that which had been placed before them.

The Alliance’s old rivals the Imperial Remnant had finally agreed to the Senate’s pleas to reopen the diplomatic negotiations that had failed to sway them to join the rest of the unified Galaxy after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. In an unexpected move the Triumvirate had requested permission, which even more unexpected had been granted, of the Senate to approach the Jedi Order to serve as the diplomatic ambassadors to the Remnant. The Senate imposed but one restriction on the Orders handling of this diplomatic task, that was they where required to accept a Military Aid as part of their embassy. This aid would serve a multitude of functions: lend credence to the Jedi’s Mission as having the full support of the Alliance, enable a tactical analysis of Imperial military hardware, protect the Ambassadors, and finally enable the Senate to hear a non-jedi perspective during any future debriefs. However this simple move fueled the complications of the discussion in the High Council Chambers.

“The obvious scars of Darth Caedus’ work may be gone but we continue to hear of a poison that runs deep through that section of space. You know I agree with your assessment of our role in the Galaxy my friend, but we can not be blind to the dangers of the Dark Side; nor the threats we’ve heard reported from the edges of Imperal Space,” Master Cilghal countered. “To do so would invite the disasters our very predecessors left themselves open to.”

View

I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.