Chain 119: Star Wars - Knights Of The Old Republic

Chain 119: Star Wars - Knights Of The Old Republic
Location: Taris
Age: 28
Identity: Drop-In, Human
Drawbacks: [+200] Hunted

[Free]      Force Specialization: Balance
[Free]      Tactical Info
[100/1200]  Perception
[300/1200]  Sever Force
[500/1200]  Drain Knowledge
[1100/1200] Battle Meditation
[1200/1200] Old Friends: Demona, Conspiracy

"Oh, for pete's sake. We're doing THIS again?"
>"Doing what?"
"Skipping forward in the local timeline."
>"Ah, that. Let's hope it's not a thousand year stay each time."
"You ain't just whistling dixie... oh well, Taris isn't a bad place aside from the rakghouls. I'm going to set up shop here, assuming that the Sith don't all come here to try to kill me."

>"Please tell me you didn't just piss off Calo Nord."
"You didn't just piss off Calo Nord, now we need to GO."
>"But the Sith are invading!"
"Yes, and that's very tragic but if we do anything overt Calo Nord is somehow going to catch up with us and kill us because as long as we're on a battleground of his choosing he has plot armor."
>"Fine, fine... wait. Are you literally just going to repaint the ship and come back again?"
"It'll throw that low-budget Fett wannabe off our scent long enough to meet Revan."

And so the plot of the game came about. Carth Onasi was looking for a place to lay low, and coincidentally Demona and I had taken an apartment that served perfectly for their needs. Of course, having two sympathizers on their side was something very helpful, especially with one of them being unconscious for a period of time. This, of course, was a fine opportunity to use various methods at my disposal to remove any lingering taint from the Dark Side, before Revan was woken up so I could have a conversation with him.

Explaining that, yeah, actually, you were a Jedi who went over to the dark side and went kind of insane, and the Jedi smacked you upside the head and scrambled your memories... that all went over way better than expected. Especially when I used other methods at my disposal to restore his memories while Carth was out scouting. And then I had to purge him of dark side taint again after he threw a brief tantrum, before I explained that despite appearances, Demona and I were decidedly NOT Jedi, weren't going to mind-wipe him, and quite frankly they should have killed him instead of mind-wiping him so maybe he ought to show a little gratitude instead of complaining about being shown mercy.

He took charge of the mission afterward with a vengeance, though I snuck into the undercity before he did. Some groundwork was laid - a certain bar, for instance, was infiltrated by the Conspiracy, and as such it was quite busy when Calo Nord went in and was confronted by a rodian who was unhappy with him. And after that, I simply HAD to talk to him.

"You're Calo Nord! Oh, that's fantastic. Can I have your autograph?" I asked. Dismissive, his response was beginning the same count he'd given the rodian, "One," and I protested, "But come on, Mr. Nord, you're a celebrity, I'll give you five credits for your autograph!" Of course, his response was a terse, "Two," which was the signal for virtually every single patron and staff member of the cantina in the central room and foyer to unsheath a truly massive quantity of weapons and level them at him, for nearly all were members of the Conspiracy. I grinned very widely indeed as my face slid back to its normal shape instead of what it had been, which actually managed to get a reaction from the stoic bounty hunter. Before one could say, "I wish a motherfucker would," he was already in motion.

He made a valiant effort, I'll give him that, but I'd played around with Achron several times to get the conditions just so. Thermal detonators tossed about? Snagged with telekinesis, tossed into a room that had been emptied out by the Conspiracy. Guns lifted? Telekinesis kept lifting those guns, and kept the triggers from moving an inch. Guns discarded to grab backup guns? Telekinesis is a wonderful thing, those weapons flew out of their holster and away while you were going for your initial ones. Hidden blasters up your sleeves? The energy blasts splash off of an AT field harmlessly. Trying to pull a blade while you're trying to make a move for the door? Well, it's not the Force that's lifting you up by the ankles and pressing you against the wall upside-down with your head at face-level.

"I have to give you credit, I had to go out of my way to make this work and catch you off guard. Don't worry, you would have died an ignoble death on Tattooine had you not met me and been left to rot in the dune sea," I told him, "but now you'll always be remembered, if only as a footnote." I turned and stepped out of the cantina, as he faced his end in silence with stoic pride.

The Conspiracy all left the cantina shortly afterward, stowing weapons with smoking barrels. I'm told there wasn't much left of the body, and what was left was reduced to ash by the Conspiracy's members just to make sure there would be no resurrecting or cloning shenanigans. One highly improbable string of events in this universe is enough for me thank you very much, otherwise we'd end up with Darth Calo or something equally foolish.

After that... Demona and I tagged along with the group, we all took the direct route to freeing Bastila, and well quite frankly when you have three force-sensitives versus a gang that wants to keep one hostage, it turns out that the otherwise would-be spectators for a swoop bike race take exception to a fourth force-sensitive, and a few mild shows of Force use are enough to cow BOTH of the gangs. Except for a handful of idiots, that is, but that's what having your backup act as snipers are for.

Afterward, we pointed out that instead of playing along we could just outright steal the Ebon Hawk immediately, and after introducing ourselves to Davik Kang, we thanked him for his generosity and repaid it by letting him escape with his life. (So of course this got more bounty hunters sicced on me, and me alone. Why? Who knows? Ugh.) Of course, I arranged for an "accidental" communique to the sent to the Leviathan, so that they'd know Bastila was alive and leaving the system. On the plus side, Taris didn't get bombarded.

Also on the plus side, after the Sith fleet left that world, the Conspiracy assassinated every member of the Sith military who was on the planet before leaving, themselves. Whoops!

A brief break was taken on Dantooine, the Jedi Council explained why everything went the way it did with Revan who'd had time to come to terms with the fact that he was now a recoverying murderous psychopath, and much of the time I spent there was a matter of teaching him how to use other emotions to draw on the Dark Side than anger and hate. (Thanks, Xam'd, that perk is more handy than I would have imagined.) When we left, the Jedi played host to the Conspiracy to keep anything stupid from happening, like say the Sith coming and wiping the Jedi out.

Things pretty much went according to the plot; the map to the Star Forge was found, we were all captured and brought on board the Leviathan, everyone was warned this would be happen, the four force-sensitives among us reminded everyone on board that we weren't trapped on board with them so much as they were trapped on board with us, Revan beat the snot out of Malek before killing him, announced openly that Lord Revan had taken command of the fleet once more, the rest of the fleet turned their guns on the Leviathan and each other and basically the whole damn thing destroyed itself, Revan threw his hands up in the air and then rammed the Leviathan into the Star Forge, knocking it into the star it was above, because the damn thing was a horrifically corruptive influence...

No, wait, that's not according to plot at all.