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D&D Playout: Unexpected Discoveries

For those who are unfamiliar with Dungeons&Dragons playouts, I will explain.

A Dungeonmaster, or DM, gives the game its life. They set the scenes, play the NPCs, and describe the obstacles for the players throughout the game. They also make sure that no one overuses their turn.

The players are along for the adventure. They go throughout the game, reacting to what the DM throws in their path. They can only make one move per turn, however, which keeps the game fair for everyone else.

Now that that's out of the way, I, your Dungeonmaster, shall begin the quest.

Unexpected Discoveries

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Imperial Bothawui Station State: Abandoned Age: 400 yrs.

The abandoned Imperial station. The locals of Bothawui always spoke of it with a twinge of fear in hushed voices. Long ago, in a time when the Gurlag Plague ravaged one world after the next, the station was a fully-function research facility. Some of the best scientists in the galaxy worked to find a cure there. But, not long after they had come, all of the scientists mysteriously vanished. The station fell into disrepair. As the galaxy fell, the station was lost to time and memory. Except, of course, on Bothawui. The people spoke of strange things aboard the lifeless vessel. A lone energy frequency, faint but still there, was said to emanate from the ruins though nothing was supposed to be working period. Creatures that had moved into the metal walls were said to have succumbed to the Plague, and still lived there. But worst of all were the talk of the ghosts. Restless souls that wandered the station's halls, forever trapped in the memories of what it had once been.

As leader of the planet, Strask Ak'lya is obliged to set the people's fears to rest. After informing his boss, Isley Verd, of the problem, they together form a small team, and assure the locals that the matter will soon be resolved.


Meetings are never pleasant affairs, but they are necessary for progress and peace. This particular meeting isn't until next week, but Alexandra Cinthra believes it will be better to arrive early. That way, they can do something interesting beforehand. As she and her team make their way to Bothawui's atmosphere, Alexandra notices an odd structure just beyond the planet. Intrigued by the mysterious sight, she decides that they will explore a bit.


Team Verd:
[member="Strask Ak'lya"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Orion"]
[member="Riki Tor'lor"]
Kung Seilois

Team Cinthra:
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
[member="Zoey Marix"]
[member="Lelani Sevestra"]
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
[member="Taras Crozo"]
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Her hands hovered over the controls as she worked to pilot the ship towards the station, carefully moving it into one of the hangers that seemed to be atleast semi operational. "Sorry about the detour everyone but i think this would be a nice place to stretch our legs dont you think?" She smiled as she slowly began to power down the ships engines and other systems that were only needed for flight, knowing the power for life support would be down she spoke once more. "If youre coming along grab a vac suit, or your armor if it can sustain itself until someone brings life support online." Her armor would do just that, but she did not know if their would so she went to change into it and returned a dozen minutes later looking at those with her. [member="Zoey Marix"], [member="Lelani Sevestra"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] @Taras Corzo [member="SARI"]
 
Strask Sat in the cockpit of his Lethisk-class freighter, given by his boss, and only friend, [member="Isley Verd"]. He, as well as another CIS pilot, and a mercenary were either in the ship or nearby. Oh, and the AI that was with them. [member="Orion"], he called himself? Ah, well. "All CIS personal en-route to the Imperial station report in, please." We'll need the life support on before we can do much of anything.
[member="Riki Tor'lor"] @Kung Seilois
 

Kung Seilois

Freelancer Extraordinaire
"All CIS personal en-route to the Imperial station report in, please." Seilois looked out the window of his Tachyon-Class Freighter, spotting the Lethisk freighter he was supposed to rendezvous with and follow to the imperial station. A simple job, he would aid them in look through it and in return would receive a nice amount of credits. He was not CIS personal, but Seilois assumed that was just a way of making it easier to call out to them.

Reaching over, Seilois started tapping into the console, "Seilois. Freelancer hired to aid in the exploration of the station, sending IFF tags now," he said just as he finished inputting the commands so that his ship would show up as a friendly.

The massive Station loomed ahead, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up; he couldn't help but feel that he should have demanded a higher price for this mission.

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]
 
Hasjo floated through space, alone. He glanced over his shoulder to the astromech, R9-LH. He sat in his Delta-7 Light Interceptor Starfighter. An old rust bucket that had been refitted. A tight harness at over his chest, preventing him from slamming around when he performed manoeuvres. His body was covered in a vacuum-sealed suit. It was tight against his body, and specialised for his race as a Nautolan. Slowly as he drifted towards the station, he had recalled the events that had sent him here. He was talking to the locals of Bothawui when they wouldn't stop talking about this ship in particular. They had requested him to investigate, and he couldn't deny assistance to them. It was his duty as a Jedi to help wherever he could.

He saw something, a glint of light reflecting off another ship. Someone else was here. "R9 activate scanners" Hasjo ordered. A hologram burst to life on the dashboard revealing dot points on his scanner. He had been right, someone was here. There were several out there. He had no idea who these people were, but perhaps they were behind the trouble the locals were having. He would have to investigate. He flicked a switch and began to set up an open communication channel "This is Captain Hallu of the Republic Navy, and Jedi Padawan. I am requesting identification, do you copy? Over." His starfighter shuddered. They'd made contact with the station.


@[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/2329-alexandra-cinthra/"]Alexandra Cinthra[/URL]"]
@[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/2132-zoey-marix/"]Zoey Marix[/URL]"]
@[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3500-lelani-sevestra/"]Lelani Sevestra[/URL]"]
@[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/3937-taras-crozo/"]Taras Crozo[/URL]"]
@[member="Kung Seilois"]
@[member="Strask Ak'lya"]
 
Taras was wearing a vac suit. He had hooked up the computer on the suit to his personal equipment. He liked things to be personalized. He walked down the bridge of the ship and towards the exit point. He saw the group that he was riding with. He was there because it was a chance to find ancient technology and integrate it into his companies designs. These people would act as bodyguards as he took samples of the technology. He could take care of himself in a fight, but not while he was recording data. Hopefully they wouldn't get fed up with him and throw him off the ship. "What's on the agenda?" It was an open question to everyone in the room.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Lelani Sevestra"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 

Riki Tor'lor

Guest
The vulpine would be the cockpit of Strask's freighter if permitted, slag, he would be piloting it in if the Bothan allowed. He had joined up on this mission simply because the thrill and possible gain that may come along with it. The 'Ghost' station was a legend that had been passed around the Wing he had served amongst several times; even a few iterations from him.

He was clad head to toe in full flight gear, several hours of oxygen and radiation sealing assured. The Amaran's face concealed by a blue visor making up a large percentage of the helmet specifically designed for him. In a thigh holstier, he carried his pistol, on his belt a compact data pad, ration cub container, canteen, and several various tools. He was set for a long-term mission as every instinct told him to be.

"Is life support entirely needed? Low gravity is far more fun." He jibed at the Bothan, running one last check over his gear.

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]
Isley Verd
 

Orion

Insult. Deletion Of Unwanted File.
[member="Strask Ak'lya"]
[member="Riki Tor'lor"]

It's not like anyone knew where Orion was. Though, He was in a ship. And he was heading to his destination. He was in a freighter, It had a fox-like creature in it, And a Bothan. Nobody on this trip was to be trusted. They could backstab each other at any moment, And Orion wouldn't care, Stupid lifeforms mean nothing to him, He was just curious. Some sort of power was inside of this station... But what was the source. That's the only reason he came, To find that out. He might just leave his 'Comrades' to die. But he won't. He needs to get off of the station, too.

"Yes, You would need Life Support." Said a voice, seeming to come from the depths of the ship. "I am Orion." Said the voice, sounding monotone, with static.
 
Looking over to [member="Riki Tor'lor"], Strask sighed. "I don't know about you, but I prefer to breathe." The Bothan stared out the viewport. "Confirmed, Seilois." He spotted the ship, stood, and turned back to the other man as [member="Orion"] spoke. "I'm going to see what we can open if possible. Riki, will you take over?" He said, sitting down at the computer and booting up the system. Hopefully, he could access the station from here. The old Imperial system would need to be analyzed before he had access. And that might take some time.
[member="Isley Verd"] @Kung Seilois
 
As you approach the station, you notice something odd. A black substance covers some of the outer walls. The virus from so long ago still thrived inside. It will have no effect on you, but there may be creatures that inhabited the station that are very much infected. After seeing this, you are a little more wary.

Team Verd: You dock in the lower starboard landing area.

Team Cinthra: You dock in the upper port landing area.
Strask Ak'lya
Isley Verd
Orion
Riki Tor'lor
Kung Seilois

Alexandra Cinthra
Zoey Marix
Lelani Sevestra
Hasjo Hallu
Taras Crozo
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
[member="SARI"] [member="Zoey Marix"] [member="Lelani Sevestra"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] @taras Corzo

Alexandra stepped out into the hanger and looked around her, her feet carrying over the ground as she recorded the sight that lay before her. Though the black substance became her immediate concern, walking over she took off the scanner on her belt and went over to take what samples she could. "Interesting, its not Mnggal... nor anything that i hve seen before... hopefully its not toxic." She let the others come on or not, but she would get a move on. Her path now led to the main door out of the hanger, to which she quickly began to run a decoder program on her datapad as she worked on the lock.
 

Kung Seilois

Freelancer Extraordinaire
Seilois walked down the ramp, his helmets magnetic locks securing his suit from any external threats on the space station. He didn't trust it nor the fact that just moments ago the life support systems were barely keeping at a minimum level. That, and his helmet offered mental reassurance about the current situation. Pausing to look once at Strask's ship, he stepped onto the durasteel floor of the lower starboard landing pad, "What is the plan?" Seilois said over his helmets internal comline.

Seilois moved closer to a nearby wall, looking at the black substance covering the walls, "I would suggest wearing something that is environmentally sealed," He said leaning in to examining the odd black residue covering the walls. He wasn't sure what it was, but he wasn't about to touch it. While they may not follow his advice, he wasn't going to carry them out if something happens to them, not without a hefty bonus.

[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/2746-strask-aklya/"]Strask Ak'lya[/URL]"]
[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/159-isley-verd/"]Isley Verd[/URL]"]
[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/2517-orion/"]Orion[/URL]"]
[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/4199-riki-torlor/"]Riki Tor'lor[/URL]"]
 
Staring at the screen as the patch downloaded, Strask tapped his earpiece. "Head inward. I'll meet you out in a moment." The system was online, and the most basic functions were there. Life support, right on top. And that, he transferred to his datapad. He could now control it from there. And that, in itself, allowed him to move quicker and quieter than his opponents. Drawing his pistol, he moved to the exit ramp. "Let's do this."
[member="Kung Seilois "] [member="SARI"] [member="Riki Tor'lor"] [member="Isley Verd"] @Orion
 

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