Ryn'Dhal
Silver Shroud
The ship had been effectively tumbling through the void, for what felt like months, the lone astromech droid doing it's best to keep the derelict vessel moving. The fuel supply had been restocked at the last landing, the droid transmitting the requests and credits at behest of it's 'master'. Materials to maintain the vessel secured, the droid set out before too many questions could be asked. It was easier when people didn't ask Emvee too many questions. It kept the little droid from having to.... incapacitate.... the curious.
But, some time between the last stop and the next, the courageous droid managed to drift into a small asteroid cluster, which battered the ship savagely. The engine was largely rendered useless, leaving the vessel stuck on it's dead drift through the cosmos. Communications were down as well. If it weren't for the fact that the Droid didn't require life-support, this ship would be lost completely. The droid spent countless hours working to recover communications, and then work to recover the engines.
As the droid got communications back up, inadvertently recovering the astrogation, the plucky droid realized, servos whirling excitedly, that the vessel had only over-shot Commenor by a few quadrants. Perhaps with enough power focused to the coms, a distress call could reach an old friend of the droid's Master. The droid began assembling the missive for the recipient.
But then, an already terrible situation took a turn for the worse. A sizable piece of space debris slammed into the hull, sending the vessel careening into the gravity field of a nearby planetoid. As the ship began starting to gradually accelerate, the droid fired off a quick emergency missive, addressed to the head of Commenor.
Shortly after the missive was sent, the ship began burning into the atmosphere, the droid scrambling to do whatever it could to reduce the velocity of the ship, to soften the inevitable impact into the lush forests below.
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-Commenor-
A missive would be passed along through appropriate channels, before eventually reaching the personal data-pad of the ruling Monarch of Commenor, [member="Lady Kay"]. The missive was simple, addressed by a Droid designated as M1-V1, or Emvee.
"President Kay, this is the Mask, seeking emergency evac. We are damaged and on course for a crash landing on Antar 4. Estimated coordinates to follow." the missive read, followed by a string of coordinates. To anyone else this missive wouldn't have warranted much response. But to Kay, and a very select few out in the cosmos, this message was huge. The name of that ship, along with the designation number, was one that Kay would only find in old Commenori data-storage from at least sixteen years ago.
A certain young Jedi she knew owned that ship. And they were calling for help....
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-Antar 4-
The ship was done for. The bulk of it's frame kept the droid, and the ships precious cargo, intact. But, where they crashed, was unlikely to be any convenient rescue. The side of the mountain the ship struck caved in, the bulk of the ship partially buried, with no ease of access from above, and the dense jungle growing all over and around the peak prohibiting any convenient landings and extractions. This was not likely to be an easy task, but luckily for the Droid, the charge it protected and escorted was not going to be going anywhere anytime soon....
But, some time between the last stop and the next, the courageous droid managed to drift into a small asteroid cluster, which battered the ship savagely. The engine was largely rendered useless, leaving the vessel stuck on it's dead drift through the cosmos. Communications were down as well. If it weren't for the fact that the Droid didn't require life-support, this ship would be lost completely. The droid spent countless hours working to recover communications, and then work to recover the engines.
As the droid got communications back up, inadvertently recovering the astrogation, the plucky droid realized, servos whirling excitedly, that the vessel had only over-shot Commenor by a few quadrants. Perhaps with enough power focused to the coms, a distress call could reach an old friend of the droid's Master. The droid began assembling the missive for the recipient.
But then, an already terrible situation took a turn for the worse. A sizable piece of space debris slammed into the hull, sending the vessel careening into the gravity field of a nearby planetoid. As the ship began starting to gradually accelerate, the droid fired off a quick emergency missive, addressed to the head of Commenor.
Shortly after the missive was sent, the ship began burning into the atmosphere, the droid scrambling to do whatever it could to reduce the velocity of the ship, to soften the inevitable impact into the lush forests below.
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-Commenor-
A missive would be passed along through appropriate channels, before eventually reaching the personal data-pad of the ruling Monarch of Commenor, [member="Lady Kay"]. The missive was simple, addressed by a Droid designated as M1-V1, or Emvee.
"President Kay, this is the Mask, seeking emergency evac. We are damaged and on course for a crash landing on Antar 4. Estimated coordinates to follow." the missive read, followed by a string of coordinates. To anyone else this missive wouldn't have warranted much response. But to Kay, and a very select few out in the cosmos, this message was huge. The name of that ship, along with the designation number, was one that Kay would only find in old Commenori data-storage from at least sixteen years ago.
A certain young Jedi she knew owned that ship. And they were calling for help....
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-Antar 4-
The ship was done for. The bulk of it's frame kept the droid, and the ships precious cargo, intact. But, where they crashed, was unlikely to be any convenient rescue. The side of the mountain the ship struck caved in, the bulk of the ship partially buried, with no ease of access from above, and the dense jungle growing all over and around the peak prohibiting any convenient landings and extractions. This was not likely to be an easy task, but luckily for the Droid, the charge it protected and escorted was not going to be going anywhere anytime soon....
This is a lightly DMed event, with chances of success and marginal failure being handled by random dice rolls. Any "failure" will not be exactly a failure, but merely a "you didn't ace that landing" type scenario. Whether you actually fumble, fail, fall, get hurt, or (heaven forbid) die, is exclusively in the hands of you, the writer. But, no one's going to be 100% god-moding through this little adventure, unless the dice are really on your side (and mine tend to be loaded against me, so odds are looking good for y'all).
On to the nitty-gritty. There will be multiple "challenges", and different paths of approach, to accomplishing this mission. Some NPC combat, some environmental challenges, etc. There is room for some support from the skies over-head (though, with the atmosphere here, might want to be extra cautious with your ships). There will be possibilities to diplomacy ones way out of potential conflict, and there will be some situations that are geared explicitly for a throwdown (though, with a lucky enough dice roll, and properly worded diplomacy, even those situations can be avoided).
My request to you, the writers, when performing your attempts at over-coming a given encounter, is that you write it open ended. Don't assume that you cleared that jump, or successfully talked that smuggler into lowering his weapon. Tell me what you're going for, and we'll see what the dice decide. Did you make that landing as gracefully as a dancer? Or did the ground kind of give way and you stumbled, losing your footing? Then you continue on from there.
And, Kay, as you're in charge (at the very least, on an IC level), I'll let you decide how everyone gets together on this and gets rolling forward. And Fellow CSA members, it is not too late to jump on in!
On to the nitty-gritty. There will be multiple "challenges", and different paths of approach, to accomplishing this mission. Some NPC combat, some environmental challenges, etc. There is room for some support from the skies over-head (though, with the atmosphere here, might want to be extra cautious with your ships). There will be possibilities to diplomacy ones way out of potential conflict, and there will be some situations that are geared explicitly for a throwdown (though, with a lucky enough dice roll, and properly worded diplomacy, even those situations can be avoided).
My request to you, the writers, when performing your attempts at over-coming a given encounter, is that you write it open ended. Don't assume that you cleared that jump, or successfully talked that smuggler into lowering his weapon. Tell me what you're going for, and we'll see what the dice decide. Did you make that landing as gracefully as a dancer? Or did the ground kind of give way and you stumbled, losing your footing? Then you continue on from there.
And, Kay, as you're in charge (at the very least, on an IC level), I'll let you decide how everyone gets together on this and gets rolling forward. And Fellow CSA members, it is not too late to jump on in!
[member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Gideon Lenn"] | [member="Rahn Haaku"]