Starting with an Editor's Note...
So... you might not understand the title of this session if you're not a real huge Star Wars nerd. I actually didn't know this before this session, but the Star Wars galaxy actually does have days of the week.
To properly discuss this, we need to discuss the nature of the calendar in the Galaxy Far Far Away. What is a calendar other than a way to count the number of planetary rotations per revolution around its sun? Thing is, this is going to be different for each planet. So galactic date is based on the calendar of its capital world of Coruscant.
According to canon, Coruscant is actually very similar to Earth in that a year is 368 24-hour days, just slightly more than the 365.2425 days per Earth year.
It would then stand to reason that Coruscant's year could be divided into 12 months, (and perhaps making the second month of the year 31 days instead of 28) and these months could be divided into roughly four weeks of seven days each. But this is where Coruscant differs.
Apparently there are 10 months, then there's three festival weeks and 3 holidays at the end. So if that is the case? At first glance that doesn't seem right because Earth months are 28, 30, or 31 days long. And Earth weeks are seven days. This would mean that we're somewhere around 324 days! [10 months (roughly 300 days) + 3 weeks (21 days) + 3 holidays (3 days)].
But given that this session is all about Hal and D'Wook having switched bodies, and there's a movie about a similar situation between a teenager and her mother called Freaky Friday, I wanted to see what the corresponding day to Friday would be in the Galaxy Far Far Away.
Well, it turns out that there are five weekdays, and they are called Primeday, Centaxday, Taungsday, Zhellday and Benduday. There are reasons they are called that, but by now I've probably lost you so I figured. Friday is the fifth of five workdays, so we'll just go with Benduday... though maybe in Star Wars they are so progressive that they have a three-day work week and a two-day weekend, or maybe they work 5 days and are off two and often get confused when the off days start. Who knows. (Well actually there are probably people that do know but I didn't want to research this further, because again, I am just trying to figure out what I should do to call this session Freaky Friday.
So.. in summation, that means that each month is 35 days, then there are three weeks (15 days) of festivals and three holidays, totally 368.
You know what? Let's just start. I need a picture.
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| So this is what I was inspired by when creating my Alderaan Jedi temple. So just imagine the short one is an Ewok who smacks his face a lot and the tall one is somewhat plucky. |
Opening Crawl:
Session XXVII: Freaky Benduday
In a strange twist of fate, the aspiring Jedi Hal Brunchkiller and the mighty Ewok warrior D’Wook have switched bodies after an inter-dimensional mishap in the ruins of the Jedi temple in the Graveyard of Alderaan.
Finding a solution to their predicament will be difficult, as the unlikely pair and the rest of their group, the strike force formerly known as DELTA TEAM, have been officially declared dead, but in actuality placed on administrative leave and confined to the Alderaan system by the REBEL ALLIANCE.
The team discuss their next options, keeping in mind that any attempt to leave the Alderaan system will have to be officially off the books, hidden from the Alliance brass.
D'Wook (in Hal's body): Hal.. WTF did you do!!!
Hal (in D'Wook's body): We switchy switchy.
D'Wook (in Hal's body): Why do you keep talking like that? I speak basic better than that! Come on!
Edit: If they've switched minds, why doesn't Hal's body speak in Ewokese, and why doesn't D'Wook's body speak in basic? Good question. I decided the point of all this would be to give Hal's player D'Wook's skills and abilities and give D'Wook's player Hal's skills and abilities. They have not physcially switched brains, rather their consciousnesses have been switched. So although D'Wook is amazing at melee combat, a lot of that is a muscle memory thing, and his brain is still in his original body. So... Hal's consciousness inside D'Wook's body will be amazing at melee combat, hiding, searching, sneaking, smelling things, knowing his way around forested environments, and knowing how to make primitive weapons. So it stands to reason that D'Wook in Hal's body would speak Basic primarily and not understand a lick of Ewok, whereas Hal in D'Wook's body would speak Ewokese, and has now learned to understand Basic and speak it reasonably well.
That said. I'm not going to keep writing D'Wook (in Hal's body) and Hal (in D'Wook's body). D'Wook's original player suggested D'Hal for the Jedi and H'Wook for the Ewok. In game the players are still calling them Hal and D'Wook, only the Jedi is now D'Wook and the Ewok is Hal. For the purposes of this blog though, I'll go with the suggestion.
H'Wook: Me Grimlock, I mean. Me Hal no speaky basic. Me speaky Ewok-speak.
D'Hal: Yeah, I know.. but... come on... I've been running around with you guys for years now.
H'Wook: No, me has been running with youse.
D'Hal: That's what I said.
H'Wook: Me know!
Jeegn 1 (as NPC): Wait a minute... are we all sure that we are all who we think we are?
Jeegn 2 (as NPC): Yeah... if Hal and D’Wook are switched... has anyone else switched?
Jeegn 1: Role Call!
L1, Golden Wheels, Turk, and Grundle all confirmed they were themselves.
Vero, Soan and Losar'Tan (whose players were absent) gave the OK sign indicating they were still who they were.
Jeegn 1: OMG Maybe I switched with you Jeegn!
Jeegn 2: Oh crap! And we’d have no way of knowing!
Both: Aaaaaaa!
D'Hal smacked his forehead.
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| I'm surrounded by idiots. |
They started thinking about what to do next. What options they might have. Golden Wheels suggested maybe talking to Blissex, who had succesfully figured out how to transfer the droids' consciousnesses out of Fett clones back to their original bodies.
D'Hal thought that's functionally different. That it was a technological process and that Fett clones can also be programmed.
They racked their brain some more and thought maybe it might be wise to seek help from those more knowledgeable in the force. That means Luke... and Hal recently sliced off his hand by accident when they were sparring, so he probably is really angry.
Grundle suggested that he play the double panflutes again. Maybe they could replicate the accident and switch back.
He started playing. The window to the other dimension glowed a bit but did not open for them.
Grundle thought he might try playing backwards.
That's when they could hear grinding of stone on stone.
D'Hal: uh oh.. that's probably our cue to bounce.
Edit: So this section took slightly more than an hour. I thought I wanted to try to be less railroady by allowing the players to brainstorm and come up with their own solution rather than having an NPC steer them in the right direction. But these players 1) Get distracted so easily. 2) Go off on tangents about non game related stuff. 3) Look at their phones when they are not the focus of any given section. and 4) All have different ideas when they are engaged. Honestly playing the instrument again, and then again backwards was a good idea, but I figured I needed to give them a kick in the pants to get moving. So I devised this booby trap on the fly.
D'Hal's player: Wait a minute. what do I sense through the force?
GM: Well not much right now.
D'Hal: Ok.. Grundle play that instrument.
Grundle: Gotcha, Daddy-O.
D'Hal's player: Alright I'm gonna concentrate. And roll my 6D sense, plus the 4D for concentration + 2D for Grundle... I'm rolling 12D. What can I get with a 37?
GM: Crap... wow.. Okay so .. it's like... a domino causing another larger domino to fall, which causes an even larger one to fall, and this keeps happening and each time the dominoes keep getting larder.
D'Hal: Yeah guys.. I think we should leave.
Golden Wheels' player: I want to use my x-ray vision to see what's going on in the direction of the scraping sounds.
GM: Okay you see the machinations of a definite booby trap. Large floating zigguarat-sized gigantic cut boulders floating around as if they were weightless. The ceiling above you seems to have a hole about the same size and shape as the boulder, which coincidentally is the same size as the part of the room you're stepping on.
D'Hal: Okay.. we'll that means we should leave.
Golden Wheels: No wait. Maybe we can stop this trap.
GM: Sigh.... Well you could, but only you can see it. You would then have to tell D'Hal what you see and hope that he uses telekenesis in exactly the right place based on your description.
Jeegn (again, he's an NPC): Y'know guys. I'm getting pretty scared. Maybe we should just leave.
Turk's player: So which one said that?
GM: What?
Turk's player: Was that Jeegn 1 or Jeegn 2? And is Jeegn 1 the original?
GM: Does it matter?
Turk's player: Well, it kind of does. One of the Jeegns has been with us since that first day at Mos Eisley. The other spied on us and gave information to the Empire. So is that Jeegn 1 or 2 who said that, and is Jeegn 1 our Jeegn?
GM: I don't.... ok.. roll perception.
Turk's player: Oh.. I got a.. 3
GM: YOU DON'T KNOW WHICH JEEGN IS WHICH!
Turk's player: Okay
Turk: Hey Jeegn.
Jeegn 1: Yes?
Jeegn 2: Yes?
Turk: The one who said we should get out of here.
Jeegn 1: Well he said it, but I totally agree.
Turk: Oh.. so.. which one is he?
Jeegn 1: Huh?
Turk: Is he the original Jeegn or are you?
Jeegn: 2: He's the original, at least I think so... but what does this have to do with anything. I'm getting out of here.
Jeegn 1: Yeah me too.
The Jeegns made their way back down the long hall to the door to the outside, they called back for help, asking for someone to use the force to open the door.
Golden Wheels' player: Wait a minute. Why don't I plug into L1, and transmit what I see with x-ray vision so that Hal can use the force to stop the booby trap?
Grundle's player: Well wait, why do we want to stop the booby trap? Maybe we should just leave this room and it won't matter if the trap is sprung.
H'Wook's player: What if we need to come back? If there's a giant boulder here we won't be able to return to the chamber. And that reminds me. Maybe we should copy that music so that we can play it again whenever we want.
GM: You could... but it's in archaic musical notation and it won't be very useful to anyone other than music historians.
Grundle: Well then I could copy it in modern notation.
GM: YOUR CHARACTER IS LIKE ONE OF THE MOST TALENTED MUSICIANS WHO EVER LIVED AND HE HAS PLAYED THIS MELODY SEVERAL TIMES NOW AND HAS IT FULLY MEMORIZED.
Golden Wheels: Okay the connection is complete and broadcasting... now.
D'Hal concentrated and maneuvered the moving boulder into a position such that it posed no threat and came to a rest, in perfect balance.
D'Hal: Okay we're safe.
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GM: Okay so what is it you want to do now?
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H'Wook's player: So. I begin searching the walls for cracks or anything like hidden doors.
GM: There are none.
Turk's player: So, are we totally safe now?
GM: Roll perception .... okay you think you're probably safe now.
D'Hal's player. I'd like to sense the force in this place...
GM: It's a Jedi temple. The force is giving off huge signals that this place once was once bustling with Jedi.
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Grundle's Player: Hmm maybe we should play the song again to activate a secret doorway.
The GM facepalmed.
Note - I had planned for them to simply leave the temple and be on their way, and we were still there, not advancing the plot. I thought I had given them more than enough hints at this point that sticking around to discuss their problems here was probably not the best course of action. But I guess it can't be blamed with this group.
D'Hal: Perhaps we should leave.
The party left back the way they came in, once again realizing that they needed two force users to open the door. They opened it. Outside, it was nighttime, or rather, the asteroid had rotated such that they area they were standing in was now facing away from the Alderaan system's sun.
It was quite dark so they were not able to see very far, but in the direction where the Silverlight was, they could see moving lights and make out silhouetted figures moving about the hull.
Moving closer D'Hal ignited his lightsaber and illuminated the area. It was 10 scavengers trying to cut their way into the ship with laser cutters.
Scavenger: It’s them! The once Ace was talking about. Open fire!
During the fight, D'Hal blocked a lot of blaster fire and even redirected it to hit some of the scavengers. He even did some moves where he threw his lightsaber to cut into the scavengers and made it fly around as he took out about half of them.
Turk, with his handy nifty new rifle was able to take out several himself.
H'Wook also took care of one himself, but should have taken out more. He was able to hit several but rolled very poorly on damage, meaning he basically knocked him with his trident in parts that were covered in armor. Oh well.
Grundle played the panflute to give extra dice to D'Hal.
They made short work of the scavengers and returned to their ship, setting course for New Alderaan.
On the console there was a blinking light indicating they got a message. Turk pushed the button to check the message.
Console: YOU'VE GOT MAIL
Message: Hello this is the New Alderaan medical center calling for Soan Voan. Your friend Maki has awoken from her coma and desperately wishes to see you mmkay. Please come to visit us at your earliest convenience.
Sensors on the console started blinking... hostile enemy ship approaching.... It’s the scavengers. Their ship was a mishmash of several other ships. Parts of cruisers, fighters from both the Empire and the Rebellion, and a few older freighters.
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| It's like if Golden Wheels were a ship. |
The junker ship hailed the Silverlight
Turk (on comms): What do you want?
Ace: Before you die...I just wanted to see the look of fear on your faces, and let you know that I was the one who ended your lives! You took out my entire family of scavengers… now I, Gunna, Dy-Suun will destroy yours!
Turk: I thought your name was Ace.
Ace: That's my nickname.... Anyway prepare to meet your end!
It was quite a space battle that included H'Wook getting direct hits from the gun turret, but again rolling damage very poorly.
At one point D'Hal even pulled the other ship with the force, then crushed one of its engines.
Ace attempted to ram the Silverlight, but was not successful.
Golden Wheels emptied the Silverlight's sewage at the junker ship.
Grundle, manning one of the turrets, aimed and shot the glass out of the cockpit, causing it to depressurize at the exact moment that the sewage was about to hit.
Ace was sucked out into space, into the middle of the bubble of sewage, which froze around him.
Jeegn: Hey that's a new asteroid. What shall we name it?
Golden Wheels: The floater!
Turk: Turd-182
Grundle: Asteroid #2!
Note: The whole table erupted in laughter, and at moments like this I tend to award a free character point.
The Silverlight departed Asteroid #2 and made their way to Asteroid 7785, currently known as "New Aldearaan."
As the party entered the hangar bay at New Alderaan, Vero, who had been lost in thought ever since Andi revealed that her daughter was still alive, departed the group, saying she had to go make some calls.
The rest of the group went over to visit Maki in the hospital.
They figured out which room she was in, and entered the room, where Maki (as an NPC) was acting unruly, throwing the strange human food against the wall and refusing to sit still so the medical droids could inject her with medicine.
At the sight of Soan entering the room, she got calm.
H'Wook stepped forward and offered her a candy bar.
Note: Ever since the first session when L1-NK calmed D'Wook down by giving him candy bars, specifically Milky Ways and 3 Musketeers, we've often mentioned that he eats them often now, although maybe that detail hasn't made it into this blog.
Maki snatched away the candy bar, scarfed it down, smiled an evil smile at H'Wook, stood up, and grabbed his hand.
D'Hal: Uh oh.
H'Wook: What happen?
Note - somewhat NSFW occurrences beyond this point. I made sure to get the consent of Maki and Hal's players in advance. They were all good sports about it.
In an extremely quick and somewhat violent motion, Maki put H'Wook in a head lock and led him to the supply closet, slamming the door behind them.
Turk: What're they doing in there?
Crashing sounds, female Ewok laughter, grunts, growls, cries, male Ewok screams, and other unpleasant sounds came from the supply closet.
D'Hal: What do you THINK they're doing in there?
Turk: Well, maybe she needed his help changing some bandages.
Jeegn: So how long are they gonna be in there?
D'Hal: Well, typically at this time in the female's cycle, we'd be occupied for about a week. But I can tell from his screams he might be done much sooner.
Golden Wheels: Is he gonna be okay?
D'Hal: This is disturbing. He's a human and... this kind of means he might have had a thing for Ewoks prior to our mixup.
Turk: Eww! Let's get the heck out of here.
D'Hal.. yes.. lets.
They went to go see Cecil in the throne room. Vero was also there.
Cecil: So did you find anything out there?
Grundle: Yes... we opened a safe at the Bank of Alderaan.
Cecil: You need an Organa to open that. How were you able?
D'Hal: I ... well not I... but Hal used the force.
Cecil: Aren't you Hal?
D'Hal: Well yes... and.. no.. see it's a long story. We've somehow switched bodies.
Cecil: Weird.
D'Hal: Anyway we opened the safe and there was just a note inside from Baal Organa, explaining that Alderaan's economy was built on a lie, because Alderaan had already donated all the reserve credits to the Rebellion.
Cecil: Hahahahaha! THAT sounds like something my uncle would do. Anyway did you open the other safe?
D'Hal: No... we decided against it after opening the first.
Cecil: Alright, I'll go check it out later. Probably more of the same. Did you find the temple you're looking for anyway?
D'Hal: Yes... That is how we came to have this problem. We were transported into another universe, and on the way back we had a mixup somehow and I awoke in this body and Hal awoke in mine.
Cecil: Where is D'Wook now then?
Grundle: He's ... indisposed. Visiting the hospital.
Cecil: Ah, catching up on old times with the other Ewok?
Golden Wheels: You could say that....
Cecil:Yeah, so I got word from the Fleet. As they said before... the Empire says you’re all wanted criminals.
He scrolled through a datapad showing various wanted posters bearing the party's faces captured from the security cameras aboard the Kuari Princess.
H'Wook sauntered in, patches of fur missing from many parts of his body, his hair on his head disheveled, with a huge silly grin on his face.
D'Hal: Is that all? Just a few hours?
H'Wook: Me tired, but happy.
D'Hal facepalmed.
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| Come on, man.... |
Cecil: Oh god... the image... Anyway... Turk, I wouldn’t go around wearing that powder blue tuxedo anymore. And the two Jeegns... might want to just dress in tactical gear instead of leather pants and chainmail. And Grundle... you’re also a celebrity that needs to lay low. Meanwhile, the alliance has offered you all posthumous medals and several passengers on board the princess have talked to the media about how you all heroically fought alongside stormtroopers against the vile pirates.
Grundle: Well alright! That's groovy!
Cecil: Anyway.. What are you all going to do now? You’re welcome to lay low here as long as you wish... but if you want to erhm expand your horizons.... We could make it so that nobody here would ... know.. If you were to leave...
Vero: I've got some personal business to take care of.. I'll be leaving the team for a while. She exited the room.
The rest of the party decided that they would indeed take a trip off the asteroid, but not just yet.
They left the throne room and D'Hal decided he wanted to go do some shopping to buy clothes that better matched his personality.
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| Ah, much better. |
Turk dyed his hair blue as well and the others either went shopping to buy clothes that would disguise them, or they visited the armory to get tactical gear.
While D'Hal was walking out of Hot Topic he peered into the diner... it was not yet quite lunchtime...
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| What is with my fork? Can you believe the size of this thing? This would probably be the size Jabba the Hutt needs, amirite? Speaking of Jabba the Hutt, have you seen him lately? More like Jabba the Butt!!! |
D'Hal facepalmed...
Eventually the group came together in the re-creatied Jedi Council room and began discussing their options.
They thought it might be a good idea to talk to people they know who are well versed in the ways of the force... or they could go talk to Dr. Blissex, who had previously figured out how to return the droids consciousnesses back into their original bodies after they had been transferred into Fett clones during the Cloud City mission.
Before any of that though, D'Hal decided he might reach out with the force to try to contact Hal's deceased master.
H'Wook: Maybe Far Far Stinks come instead. No helpful.
D'Hal concentrated and began meditating.
His mind began racing and lights began flickering from his point of view. He zoomed forward and as a figure coalesced he sped by. The figure turned to him.
Figure: Hi Haly! Meesa so happy to seein you... hey where yousa goin?
D'Hal frownded and zoomed by.
Eventually he came to a familiar grassy field that he'd never actually been to.
A familiar woman with purple hair stepped forward out of the darkness and stood in the same field.
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| Hal? You look ... different. |
Schala: Hal? Is that you? How is this possible?
D'Hal: The Jedi known as Hal Brunchkiller learned to communicate with deceased Jedi who played important parts in his life.
Schala: Oh! I didn't know that was possible! But why are you talking of yourself in the third person?
D'Hal: There's been a mishap. This is Hal's body, but the consciousness occupying it right now is that of the Ewok warrior D'Wook.
Schala: Ah yes... from the Sarlaac. Hal's hair... he's changed the color. Did he do that in tribute to me?
D'Hal: No... I did that. This look just suits me better.
Schala: And he's no longer a padawan. I am glad he became a Jedi Knight. Someone must have completed his training.
D'Hal: Yes.. well that's also a long story too, but to put it briefly, after about 10 lived years as a padawan his second master Cherlindria ordained him as a knight.
Schala: Cherlindria?! She was a padawan to Syfo Dyas when they both died.
D'Hal: They didn't die when you think they did. We met them on a planet where technology didn't work and they were stuck there.
D'Hal explained all of Hal's adventures up until the present.
Schala: Well... if Hal has learned this power to commune with his former masters, why has he not attempted to contact me before?
D'Hal: He's tried... but so far he's ended up talking to the Gungan dark Jedi he killed.
Schala: Dark Jedi? Gungan? Wait... He was a padawan around the time of Order 66... You don't mean Far Far do you?
D'Hal: That's the one.
Schala facepalmed.
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| Sigh... |
D'Hal: That happens a lot.
Schala: Well, what can I do for you then, D'Wook?
D'Hal: We want to figure out if there was any force wisdom you might be able to give us about reversign this condition.
Schala: I see. Unfortunately I lack the knowledge on this type of thing. You'd have to go visit the archives at the Jedi temple on Coruscant if you wanted to find any Jedi knowledge on the subject. But I doubt that would be open anymore after Hal told me what happened in the last days of the Republic. You'd also need someone who is or was a member of the Jedi order gain access.
D'Hal: I was afraid of that. The only other Jedi we know... Hal cut his hand off when they were sparring with lightsabers.
Schala facepalmed again.
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| Dude... |
Schala: He did what? Did he listen to anything I taught him?
D'Hal: Yeah... lopped it right off! Anyway, Luke's probably not gonna help us on this one.
Schala: That tracks. My advice is to find your own path, D'Wook. Surely someoene from the old order still lives...
D'Hal: I will. Thanks for the advice. I'll have to send Hal to see you when we figure this out.
D'Hal awoke from his trance.
And the group discussed their options some more. They decided to first call Blissex to see what he might be able to do about it.
They went to the communications room and D'Hal used the Jedi mind trick to tell two staffers to go get coffee while they made their call.
They sent out a call to the rebel fleet and then were connected with Blissex, who told them that he could fix their problem but he would need Lira's help to do it. Lira was presently in prison on Mon Cala.
They told him they'd get back to him, then decided that that's not a route they were going down, because Lira tried to screw them over not once, not twice, but now three times.
They discussed further and H'Wook remembered that they did meet Ahsoka Tano, who was herself once a member of the Jedi order. But they didn't know how they were going to track her down.
D'Wook: Well let's go to the place where we last met her. We left her on the planet and took the only ship. She may still be there!
L1-NK confirmed he remembered the coordinates of the planet.
Note: It was at this point that I began rushing, rather than ending it early. In the event that Vero's player shows up next session, the party needs to be reunited with Vero, who at this moment is rescuing her daughter from gangsters on Coruscant. So I had this whole hunt for Ahsoka planned but we had to zoom through it all to get everyone to Coruscant.
Zoom! They traveled to the green planet they left Ahsoka at and found a holocron with a message for Hal that D'Hal couldn't open because it wasn't for him, and H'Wook could not open because he lacked the force skills. They figured it out together and played a pre-recorded message from Ahsoka.
Ahsoka: Hal! I knew you’d be back eventually. Here is your next lesson. I haven’t learned it yet myself, but some Jedi (and Sith) are powerful enough to absorb energy with their hands. The following technique will probably take at least a year of constant training to learn. I hope you have a trusted friend who is willing to shoot at you nicely...
By the way. If you need to find me... find the Ghost and ask for Spectre 2. Tell her you need to meet Fulcrum.
Zoom! They went to the Rebel fleet and cloaked and docked with the Ghost. Turk made the connection flawlessly. The crew of the Ghost thought it was strange and alerted Hera. The Silverlight crew debated opening the airlock connecting the two ships, and began debating the best course of action. Should they wait until the Ghost flew with the Silverlight out of range with the fleet and simply reveal themselves? Should they open the airlock and welcome everyone from the Ghost aboard the Silverlight?
Everyone had a different idea, and while they were sitting around debating, the Ghost crew had already cut through the airlock and began shooting. D'Hal parried all their shots and Hera ordered her crew to cease firing.
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| General Syndulla was impressed with Hal's skills. They reminded her of both Ezra and Kanan. |
Edit: Here's Hera's prewritten lines. You can imagine the rest of the conversation. The actual conversation went a lot faster because we were pressed for time.
Hera: Wait a minute. I recognize you from Hoth. Isn’t this Delta Team?
Hera: Captain Morelock is not with you. (To Turk) You soldier... what’s your name?
Turk: I'm Turk, and I'm kind of a big deal.
Hera: They are spreading the cover that you’ve all been killed in action. Why have you returned to the fleet? Aren’t you supposed to be on administrative leave?
Hera: Spectre 2? Now that’s a callsign I haven’t heard in a long time, a very long time.
Hera: Well of course I know her. She’s me!
Hera: You want to meet Fulcrum? How is it that you guys know anything about any of this?
Hera: Oh she did, did she? Okay well for old time’s sake, I’ll take you there. Spectre 8?
Spectre 8: Yes Sir!
Hera: Take the Ghost back to the fleet.
Spectre 8: But sir.. Our orders are...
Hera: Forget our orders.. I'm taking them on a covert mission...
Spectre 8: Yes, sir.
Hera took the Silverlight to Lothal... a lush green planet. She piloted the ship to an old communications tower in the middle of a grassy field. There are various graffiti drawings on its facade... painted by a very talented artist.
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| I know that place! |
Entering the tower on the first floor, there was a turbolift that leads... well up...
As the turbolift ascended... They could hear grunting female voices getting louder and louder. The doors opened and H'Wook Hal recognized the familiar sound of lightsabers crashing into one another.
The doors swung open, and the party could see Ahsoka Tano effortlessly fending off lightsaber flurries of a woman in full Mandalorian armor... that looks as if it has been painted she’s attacking very forcefully, throwing everything she can at Ahsoka.
And zooom.. this is where I had planned to make D'Hal spar against Sabine Wren, and if he won then Ahsoka would accompany the party to Coruscant. But we're rushing so we quickly flew to Coruscant and Hera dropped them off at a platform near the Imperial Palace.
They hadn't yet discussed how they would break in exactly, but as they were walking there, they heard a voice on the same comlink frequency.
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| I was there! |
Familiar voice: Keep running! Just 10 more meters.
It was Vero's voice.
Unfamiliar young girl's voice: I can't... I'm tired. This is scary.
Vero: Just keep running!
There was a massive explosion.
From the direction of the explosion the party could see the silhouette of a young girl, around age 5 running as fast as she could. Behind her was the silhouette of a woman wearing tactical gear, hopping and limping along. She stepped into the light. It was Vero and she’d been hurt very badly.
Vero: Keep running, Kaydell!
Girl: Waaaaaaaah!.
Also stepping into the light were 10 vile looking gangsters who had been severely injured in the previous explosion. They kept shooting in Kaydell direction, missing almost completely because she was so far away. But they would get closer soon enough.
Vero stopped. She pulled out two thermal detonators and pulled the pins with her thumbs. She was going to run head first into the hired muscle, killing herself, but ensuring Kaydell would get away from her pursuers.
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| Vero.. what have YOU been up to? |
Vero: Come and get me ya jerks!
The fiendish brutes drew closer.
D'Hal figured out what the situation was and quickly used the force snatched the detonators out of Vero's hands and sent them upward. They exploded mid air.
Soan rushed to go scoop up, Kaydell, to make sure she was safe.
Vero turned around to see her friends had come to her aid. She collapsed with exhaustion as H'Wook dived over her, sinking his trident into one of the gangsters.
<To be continued>
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