tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21507733961180671202024-03-07T20:03:59.329-08:00Planet's Doomjmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-80211544694748904152011-01-03T10:16:00.000-08:002011-01-03T10:16:02.091-08:00Favors equal new bonds ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://gioco.net/starwars/ultimosettore/images/starships/Ghtroc%20729.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://gioco.net/starwars/ultimosettore/images/starships/Ghtroc%20729.png" width="200" /></a></div>The Spirit Nicole landed with little flair or commotion. Landing bay robots swarmed to welcome the newest tenant. Dust and heat combined in swirls as the hyperdrive settled down from entry.<br />
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Jax Star relaxed and stretched out in his chair. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he glanced over to his co-pilot Myles Stormryder. Myles knew that look and smiled. <br />
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"Yes another easy landing by a excellent Captain ... " Myles sarcastically muttered.<br />
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"Jealous are we ?" Jax shot back. "How about hitting the local watering hole and find some business ?"<br />
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The weather was hot and humid with a hue of red in the sky. It was no secret of the supernova status of this doomed planet. The only factor not known was when it would go supernova. Walking out of the space port displayed the typical Imperial city design. Blocks of buildings all similiar with no difference between them. Myles pointed to the bar Imperial Pride. <br />
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"Good as any Boss." Myles adjusted his belt. "Besides, you owe me one."<br />
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"Sheeesh, one minor run in with some Hutts and you won't let it down." Jax muttered.<br />
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The two thirsty smugglers walked in to the bar and thru the weapons scanner. One loud alarm produced Otto from behind the scanner computer terminal. He reached out his hands and nodded. Myles looked to his Captain who in turn unholstered his weapon and handed it to Otto. Myles did likewise.<br />
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The place seemed to have an average crowd. The bar counter appeared to be available, with one bartender standing alone wiping down the bar. Jax and Myles both sat down and pulled themselves to the bar.<br />
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"What can I get you boys ?" Rogan asked without looking up.<br />
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"Your most interesting and least expensive." Jax shot back. Rogan broke out two shot glasses and filled them both with a red liquid. Shortly after pouring the liquid, small storm clouds appeared above the drink with small yellow lightening shooting into the glass.<br />
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Without hestitating, both fringers took the shots and smiled. Jax nodded over to Rogan and waved him over to the bar. Rogan leaned in towards the fringers. "What jobs may we find around here?"<br />
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Rogan glanced over the top of the fringers to make sure no unwanted eyes or ears were pointed in his direction. "I got something in mind but its not time to speak of it. Hang out till closing time and we can work out a contract."<br />
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Myles shot a look towards Jax. Frowning but without missing a beat Jax leaned into the bar. "Two more shots my friend. All we got is time."jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-1024787600470729842010-06-13T03:54:00.000-07:002010-06-13T03:54:49.611-07:00Favors cause adventure<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Rogan heard a noise behind him and whirled around. Phoenix was standing there watching the group. She moved over to Rogan and nudged him to the side.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"I got this boss. We all know a doctor you aren't." Phoenix muttered as she opened the first aid kit.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Rogan smiled and shook his head. Phoenix was a friend of sorts that fell into the group. She was a skilled medic and good with repairs of all sorts, droids and starships mainly. He needed to get her off the planet. Her skills were well wasted on this planet, in this bar and especially on this doomed planet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Get some rest Baxter. We will work on your situation tomorrow morning. Nothing we can do tonight with the Imperial curfew getting ready to start." Rogan frowned. This was unwanted heat on a planet with enough problems. </span></span>Baxter was a harmless bystander in a scenario that is only going to get worse. People were getting desperate and now it seems five more citizens would not have to worry about a supernova.</div>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-6365905806506991492010-06-07T10:39:00.000-07:002010-06-07T10:39:35.623-07:00** Urgent - Imperial Notification **<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://api.ning.com/files/B46y-1V6HNOmSg7m3-51AyUU7Klc7hVEOdpdpGyv*NaUAja3ZTGgo*GbLqYvTGwAP-Xm-1n3S8P-Ergy775mABILSJrIngs4/EmpireSymbol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://api.ning.com/files/B46y-1V6HNOmSg7m3-51AyUU7Klc7hVEOdpdpGyv*NaUAja3ZTGgo*GbLqYvTGwAP-Xm-1n3S8P-Ergy775mABILSJrIngs4/EmpireSymbol.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">TO: Imperial Citizens of Denophon</span><br />
<div>FROM: Imperial Security </div><div><br />
</div><div>Security Level of Information: General Public; Non Classified</div><div><br />
</div><div>RE: Recent Renegade Activities at Main Spaceport</div><div><br />
</div><div>Citizens,</div><div><br />
</div><div>Criminal activities at the Main Spaceport have placed all security levels at high alert till further investigation. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Recent Crimes include:</div><div><ul><li style="margin-left: 15px;">5 citizens murdered in Landing pad 3</li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;">5 Imperial Security Officers shot and killed by unknown force</li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;">Breaking and Entering into Spaceport Maintenance offices</li>
<li style="margin-left: 15px;">Severe spaceport damage in Landing pad 3 & 4 due to terrorist act.</li>
</ul><div>All teams are on high alert. Be vigilant. Report any suspicious to your local Imperial Security Office.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Colonel Hyatt Logan</div><div><br />
</div><div>Imperial Security Forces, Denophon</div><div><br />
</div></div>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-10234844304257859932010-04-25T08:19:00.000-07:002010-04-25T08:19:56.924-07:00Tumbleweed down the street ..... The Imperial Pride was busy as usual. Many patrons were return customers and wandered in and out as time moved towards the Imperial curfew. Otto was working the door. At the door was the Imperial weapon scanner that was installed as part of Rogan's buisness contract.<br />
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Rogan was working the main bar and wiping the bar top. Scanning the crowd produced no findings or trouble or new customers. Some noise caught his attention to the front door. The weapon scanner turned red and Otto was searching a new customer by hand. Weaponless, the newcomer approached the bar.<br />
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"What can I get for you ?" Rogan asked as he tossed the bar rag to the side.<br />
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"Whiskey, any galaxy will do" the newcomer smirked. Rogan reached for the first whiskey bottle he saw. One whiskey glass and a shove to the newcomer proceeded. The newcomer took the glass and slammed the shot. "Refill please bud" Rogan poured again. This time Rogan noticed that the newcomer's hand was shaking slightly.<br />
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"If your twitching about the weapon scanner calling the Imps here, no need to worry. I have connections. Your blaster isn't on a high priority list." Rogan glanced to see the response.<br />
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"Thanks. It helps but that isn't a major concern." The newcomer looked around and leaned in close. "You have a backroom I can borrow?"<br />
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Rogan looked the man over. "For what?"<br />
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"Some healing and to lay low" the newcomer open his jacket to expose a blaster wound. <br />
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Rogan looked around quickly for any Imperial presence. "Sheeesh buddy, heavy request for someone I don't know. Spill it ...."<br />
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The newcomer looked around. "I just landed recently and was jumped by some space scum looking to hijack my ship. Blasters were pulled and I gave my answer to their request."<br />
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Rogan smirked. Wrong ship to mess with. People are getting desperate. "How many?"<br />
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"Five." Rogan scanned the room once again. "Any Imps?"<br />
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"None. Not that I could tell. It seemed they had limited skills but had a look of fear about it all. A look of despair." Rogan knew what the unfortunate space jackers had on their mind. Survival.<br />
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Otto shot a glance to Rogan. Rogan waved it off knowing Otto was checking the situation. "Can you make it five more minutes ? We close shop in 5 minutes."<br />
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The newcomer looked down at his wound and nodded. "One more shot and I will have no problem." Rogan smiled and whisked another shot his way. The shot followed the other two.<br />
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Every day is something new. Rogan knew this from his experience as a business man and being around the galaxy a couple of times. The newcomer seemed legit for now. Information is power and this might be a good investment.jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-50696259650191390922009-08-13T04:48:00.000-07:002009-08-13T05:14:05.952-07:00At this point ....Hello again from the author ...... or Joe, Mezz or Boo Boo if you prefer ....<br /><br />A little author update at this point ...<br /><br />Three characters have developed so far. Rogan Sadow, owner of Imperial Pride cantina. Major Kirl Poutin, Imperial Army Science Officer and Baxter Sallian, smuggler for hire and captain of the Eclipse.<br /><br />Up to this point all characters are involved in some personal conflict. Baxter is in the need of money, Rogan is fearing a dead end to his career and Kirl is wondering if there is more in store for his future.<br /><br />Let me know what you think or what questions you have. My friends and I are getting a RPG group started which will interact with this blog. No one is safe and characters can be killed off. I think this will add to the suspense as well as show the Star Wars universe is ever changing.<br /><br />Enjoy .... and feel free to leave comments. It lets me know interest is there.<br /><br />Joejmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-42753804745260730492009-08-05T06:53:00.000-07:002009-08-12T09:00:59.442-07:00Welcome mat not included ....The food processor once again spat out items that a starving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wookie</span> wouldn't eat. Baxter shoved the tray away and sipped some coffee from his mug. Maybe he could get a new food processor with his next job. Credits are more important usually but ones stomach needs satisfaction as well.<br /><br />The hyperspace monitor alarm was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">chirping</span> with the familiar arrival notice of a new system. Another jump that didn't end with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hyperdrive</span> falling apart. Baxter strolled into the cockpit and sat down. The ship was pretty quiet since he was the only one on it. Credits were not available to pay a crew. No crew meant twice the amount of work Baxter had on his plate.<br /><br /> The planet of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Denophon</span> began to come to view. The planet was a pawn in a major <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">holochess</span> game. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Unfortunately</span> it was the suicidal pawn with no other option. Baxter was amazed that no chaos and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">confusion</span> was not taking place according to his initial reports on the planet. Any good pilot makes sure he looks ahead before planting his feet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">planet side</span>.<br /><br />Baxter brought up the scanners and gazed at the scene for a landing spot. Baxter didn't really have a preference of locations. Any one of the major cities should guarantee credits and business. Studying the information on the screen, Baxter noticed the Capital city of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Byrne</span>. "Looks good." Baxter muttered and set course.<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Byrneport</span> traffic control to incoming freighter. Please identify and state your business."<br /><br />Baxter hit the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">comlink</span>. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Byrneport</span> traffic control, this is YT-1300 light freighter "Eclipse". Current course is set for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Byrneport</span>. No cargo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">onboard</span>. We are looking for general work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">planet side</span>." The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">comlink</span> was silent. Baxter knew they were running his ship's name in the Imperial database. Nothing should come up.<br /><br />"Eclipse, what is your freighter ID ?"<br /><br />"YT-1300 Light Freighter Class. Serial number 87940731."<br /><br />A slight pause and then a response. "Eclipse, you are cleared for landing at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Byrneport</span>. Please stay on course and follow the warning <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">beacons</span>. A TIE escort will assist you to the docking port. Planet conditions are harsh at this time. You are assigned landing bay 5. Be advised that all incoming ships are subjected to inspection."<br /><br />"Understood." Baxter frowned. He knew that the Imperials would escort him to the landing port but no one said anything about inspections to his ship. He didn't have any cargo so why would the Imperials want to search? Oh well, not like they were going to find anything.<br /><br />Baxter adjusted his speed to match the TIE fighter escort through the warning <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">beacons</span>. He could see why an escort was needed. Planet conditions were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">subpar</span> at best and the cities had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">environmental</span> domes to protect them from the changing weather conditions. Landing bay 5's tractor beam locked on to the Eclipse. The slight jar of the beam made Baxter uneasy. They had him in a spot which he couldn't run or fight. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">TIEs</span> made one sweep and headed back to escort the next ship.<br /><br />Touch down went simple enough. Baxter began his shut down procedures and then proceeded to the hatch ramp. Hitting the controls created a series of beeps and hisses. The ramp slowly lowered and hit with a thud on the steel decking.<br /><br />Baxter strolled to the end of the ramp and stopped. A group of 5 individuals were waiting at the ramp. The group looked serious enough but had weapons drawn for added effect. One individual stepped forward and nodded.<br /><br />" I hope I clear the inspection. " Baxter motioned to the Eclipse.<br /><br />" Oh, you do. It flies and that is all that matters. " the nameless leader smirked. With a simple wave of the hand, the others began to run towards the Eclipse.<br /><br />" So much for simple landings. " Baxter muttered and hit the controls to close the hatch. One thing was for sure, no space scum were going to hijack his ship. Baxter took cover behind some cargo crates and drew his blaster. The others seeing this did the same as one felt brave and continued forward.<br /><br />Baxter drew down on the first brave soul. " Here goes nothing. " A click of the trigger and a flash of red ....<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-7300860161241954812009-07-24T05:21:00.000-07:002009-07-24T06:29:57.580-07:002nd Ed. Character Sheet ... Major Kirl Poutin<div><span>The following is the character sheet for Major Kirl Poutin using Star Wars RPG 2nd rulebook and rules ....</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />Name:</span> Major Kirl Poutin<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Template Type:</span> Imperial Army Science Officer<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Player:</span> Author NPC<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Species:</span> Human<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sex:</span> Male<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Age:</span> 45 Human years<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Height:</span> 6'0<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Weight:</span> 200 lbs<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Physical Description:</span> Kirl likes to stay fit since he sits at computers when on duty. Years of scouting new worlds have put some wear and tear on his body. He likes to show the younger soldiers how the "old man" can keep up. Gray hair mostly with some brown still present. Mustache with no beard.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Background:</span> Major Kirl Poutin joined the Imperial Army at a young age to see the galaxy. Combat arms were not a major interest so he gravitated towards science. Planet systems and scouting new worlds seemed to always grab his attention. Assigned to numerous units throughout his service time he has been from one end of the galaxy to the other.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Personality:</span> Kirl works well with others but can be withdrawn at times. He is quick to determine if things are worth further effort or not.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Objectives/Goals: </span><span>At this point in his career, Kirl is not sure where he wants to go. His recent findings have put stress on him knowing what others do not.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Quote:</span> "Imperial Army coffee would peel the paint off an AT-AT"<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Skills</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dexterity:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Blaster Pistols: 3D+1<br /></li><li>Dodge: 3D+1<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Knowledge:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Bureaucracy: Demophon Systems - 4D<br /></li><li>Planetary Systems: Demophon - 4D<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Mechanical:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Imperial Communications: 4D<br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Perception:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Investigation: 3D+1<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Strength:</span> 3D<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Technical:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Droid Programming: Service droids - 3D+1<br /></li><li>Droid Repair: Service droids - 3D+1</li><li>Computer Programming - 4D+1<br /></li><li>Computer Repair - 4D+1<br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Movement per round:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Force Sensitive:</span> No<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Force Points:</span> N/A<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dark Side Force Points:</span> N/A<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Character Points:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Injuries:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Special Abilities:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Equipment:</span><br /><br />Comm Link (Civilian)<br /><ul><li>Personal Frequency Only</li><li>Cost: 25 credits</li></ul>Comm Link (Military)<br /><ul><li>Imperial Army Frequencies</li><li>Cost: 100 credits</li></ul>Datapad<br /><ul><li>Cost: 100 credits<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Weapons:</span><br /><br />Imperial Issued Blaster<ul><li>Model: Blastech DL-18<br /></li><li>Skill: Blaster, Blaster Pistol<br /></li><li>Ranges: 3-10/30/120<br /></li><li>Damage: 4D<br /></li><li>Ammo: (100)</li><li>Cost: 500 (Power packs 25 credits a piece)</li></ul>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-69580870402083004752009-07-18T13:49:00.000-07:002009-07-20T15:15:02.046-07:00Time off ... to ponder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://starwarsgalaxies.station.sony.com/images/features/general/tutorial_tansarii_cantina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 221px;" src="http://starwarsgalaxies.station.sony.com/images/features/general/tutorial_tansarii_cantina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Kirl looked up and saw the clock tick once more. It always seemed to go slower near the end of a shift. Another sip of coffee once again proved the Imperial Army's lack of good talent.<br /><br />A hiss of the door and a moment later, his relief walked into the room. Oddly enough the relief had the same demeanor that Kirl had when he relieved the previous shift. Boredom and the dread of Imperial coffee.<br /><br />"It's all yours Sarge." Kirl muttered to the relief sergeant.<br /><br />"Thanks Major. Anything new to report ?"<br /><br />"Nothing that we don't know already Sarge. Watch out ... coffee is stronger than usual today."<br /><br />"Noted. Thanks for the warning sir."<br /><br />Kirl walked out of the control room and gathered his things. Stepping outside, he noticed a strong wind. Odd, he thought since nothing really pointed out on the data terminals earlier. Shrugging his shoulders, Kirl strolled to his favorite waterhole on the planet, Imperial Pride.<br /><br />Kirl had nothing to go home to. The barracks were like any other in the galaxy that the Imperial Army provided. Most troops in the barracks were as bored and depressed as he was. Denophan was not a prime choice for Imperial service. The dying planet was a hot bed of Imperial might squeezing what it could out of production before it went supernova. On top of that every citizen here was nervously attempting secured passage off planet before the time was to come. But again the average citizen didn't have an exact time. This allowed for many corrupt citizens to take hard earned money from those whom just wanted off the planet. Sad thing was Kirl knew that his own hide might not have a jump off the planet either. Imperial soldiers were not the major concern of the Empire when technology and resources valuable to the Galactic Civil War effort were planetside.<br /><br />All along the street other citizens were coming or going to their destinations. One could tell the happy ones apart from the ones enroute to work. Kirl was one of the happy ones. At least he could bury himself in the Imperial Pride till the Imperial curfew made all head towards home. Kirl liked Rogan and Otto, his co-owner if you will. It was easy to sit and not worry about the present and talk about the future.<br /><br />Kirl enter the bar and waved to Rogan. Rogan nodded and adjusted his brown leather apron. Kirl knew it was the hold out blaster that caused him to adjust. It was not Kirl's place to question it and he was definitely not the one to report it. Kirl pulled up a bar stool and sat down.<br /><br />"Tough day Major ?" Rogan asked as he slid Kirl his usual.<br /><br />"Nah ... just sitting and starring at computer terminals all day. You ?"<br /><br />Rogan motioned towards the stage area of the bar. Kirl turned and noticed white grids throughout the bar. Strange, he thought but interesting enough to spark conversation.<br /><br />"Looking for a new interior designer Rogan?" Kirl smirked.<br /><br />"Imperials put this grid system in the other night after I closed for evening. It prevents more than 10 people gathering in one area. If it exceeds 10, the grid turns red. If I don't clear it up in 5 minutes the Imperial security patrol comes and does it for me." Rogan growled as he cleaned the bar top.<br /><br />"Not surprising Rogan, sorry that once again you got the shaft."<br /><br />"Not your fault pal. No hard feelings. How goes the doomsday ticker?" Rogan leaned in closer to hear. Otto waved as he walked by but kept his ear open as well.<br /><br />Kirl looked around and moved in closer. "Not sure. The data is steady but it has not pointed to an exact date. You find a secure ticket off this rock yet ?"<br /><br />Rogan shook his head. "Not yet boss. Not yet. In due time."<br /><br />Kirl swung his bar stool around to get a better look at the bar. The evening crowd was just coming in to settle for some liquid courage. The grids still white as the numbers stayed within the allowed limit. Citizens would find a way around such security features, it was a matter of time. No matter how hard Imperials cracked down citizens still got around the rules.<br /><br />Kirl sat and sipped his Corellian Thunder. Somehow he felt like he hit the bottom of a sarlac pit.jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-30769362217724695322009-07-15T14:00:00.000-07:002009-07-16T08:15:06.210-07:002nd Ed. Character Sheet ... Rogan SadowThe following is the character sheet for Rogan Sadow using 2nd edition rules and rulebook ....<div><br /></div><div><span style="font-style: italic;">Name:</span> Rogan Sadow</div><div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Template Type:</span> Citizen of the Imperial Empire, Cantina Owner<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Player:</span> Author NPC<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Species:</span> Human<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sex:</span> Male<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Age:</span> 33 Human years<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Height:</span> 5' 10<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Weight:</span> 185 lbs<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Physical Description:</span> Nothing spectacular as far as flashy clothes, although when working his brown leather apron is a usual piece of his attire. Although Imperial code does not allow citizens on Denophan to have blasters; Rogan has been in the business long enough to know better to be unarmed. Brown hair, brown eyes with no major physical characteristics. More of a thinker than man of action, Rogan will think and plan his actions instead of jumping into a situation blind.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Background:</span> Rogan has been trying to develop a decent cantina for years. He has lost count of the numerous systems and planets he has set foot on. The Galactic Civil War has been a major drain on any attempts for a clean, decent cantina being run without the threat of damage or worse. His last cantina was aboard a freighter named No Hope. While in dock on a no named space station it was an Imperial Trades Agent, named Oyo Firme who recruited Rogan to the planet Denophan.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Personality:</span> Open to conversation and loves a good discussion with anyone who will listen. Rogan loves to read and learn new things. He is quick to admit if he does not know the answer but will be the first one to dedicating himself to find the answer.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Objectives/Goals:</span> To finally call a place home and settle down. Open to new things can be possible if things work to his way.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Quote:</span> "I am not a smart man but I know that is not the smartest thing to do."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Skills</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dexterity:</span> 2D<br /><ul><li>Blasters: 2D+1<br /></li><li>Hold Out Blasters: 3D<br /></li><li>Dodge: 2D+2<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Knowledge:</span> 4D<br /><ul><li>Alien Species: 4D+1<br /></li><li>Languages: 4D+2<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Mechanical:</span> 2D<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Perception:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Bargain: 4D<br /></li><li>Con: 3D+1<br /></li><li>Forgery: 3D+1<br /></li><li>Investigation: 3D+1<br /></li><li>Persuasion: 3D+1<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Strength:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Cantina Brawling: 4D<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Technical:</span> 3D<br /><ul><li>Droid Programming: Service droids - 4D+1<br /></li><li>Droid Repair: Service droids - 4D+1<br /></li></ul><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Movement per round:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Force Sensitive:</span> No<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Force Points:</span> N/A<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dark Side Force Points:</span> N/A<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Character Points:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Injuries:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Special Abilities:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Equipment:</span><br /><br />Comm Link (Civilian)<br /><ul><li>Personal Frequency Only</li><li>Cost: 25 credits</li></ul>Datapad<br /><ul><li>Cost: 100 credits<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">Weapons:</span><br /><br />Hold Out Blaster<ul><li>Model: Merr-Sonn Munitions Q2 Hold Out Blaster</li><li>Skill: Blaster, Hold Out Blaster</li><li>Ranges: 3-4/8/12</li><li>Damage: 3D</li><li>Ammo: (6)</li><li>Cost: 275 (Power packs 25 credits a piece)</li></ul>Knife<br /><ul><li>Skill: Knife, Melee combat</li><li>Difficulty: Very Easy</li><li>Damage: STR+1D (maximum of 6D)</li><li>Cost: 25 credits<br /></li></ul><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /></div>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-10961054885243066222009-07-10T19:53:00.000-07:002009-07-10T20:38:58.221-07:00Business as usual ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seancooke.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cantina-lookalike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 390px;" src="http://seancooke.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cantina-lookalike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Rogan looked up and realized that he was daydreaming once again. If it wasn't for the droid conductor checking on him he would have missed his stop.<br /><br />"Don't forget your belongings. No pushing or shoving. Have a nice day." The conductor droid chimed at the passengers leaving the car. Not that anyone really listened to the droid's consent safety commands.<br /><br />Rogan stepped out onto the train platform and looked around. Many different walks of life were coming and going to their daily assignments. Dock workers, computer specialist, miners and others all mingling into a citizen soup. An odd observation was that none of them were smiling or laughing. Imperial doctrine had everyone on a fairly scripted schedule. No time for fun or laughter.<br /><br />Walking down main street, Rogan noticed a strong wind this morning. He could only guess at its reason but it was something he had no intention of pondering on. The spaceports near his bar seemed to have the normal traffic coming and going. "Good for business." Rogan smiled.<br /><br />Imperial Pride was across the street from the space docks. Prime location for crews to rest and spend some hard earned credits. Two blocks over was the main shuttle train hub. Passengers didn't have to walk far for refreshment as well. Location was key to Rogan's business and he did get the choice of location. Imperials were decent about that part of the contract.<br /><br />Swiping his data key Rogan walked inside and looked around. The bar went from pitch black to lights suddenly turning on in sequence and music starting to play. Whistling as he walked behind the bar Rogan smiled. It was nice to have the security sensors turn on lights and music as he entered. Imperial planet or not, safety was always important.<br /><br />The small kitchen in back was humming with sanitation scrubbers and food processing. Otto was already at work once again. "Otto nevers sleeps in." Rogan muttered to himself.<br /><br />Otto peered his head around the corner. "Hey Boss. Late night once again huh ?"<br /><br />"Do you always think that I was up late Otto ?" Rogan moved swiftly to the coffee dispenser and hit the button for the large option.<br /><br />"Nah. I know your always up late. You need to relax or get a hobby. This bar is not the only thing on this planet Boss." Otto chuckled and went back to getting the kitchen straight.<br /><br />Rogan sipped a large gulp of sub par coffee. Otto was right. Bar owner was not a glorious path in the scheme of life. But what would he do? It wasn't like he was an academy type or scholar. He was happy to have something of his own even if the Imperials had a grip on it. Rogan walked to the stage area of the bar and cursed. White grids were throughout the bar, visible on the floor. Rogan turned back towards the kitchen. "Otto ! What did you do out here ?"<br /><br />Otto peeked around the corner once again. "I did nothing. Those were here when I got in this morning. The bar data bank shows that Imperial customs stopped by and installed these loitering grids. Remember the restrictions regarding the number of citizens in a gathering? These grids glow white until that number is exceeded, then the grid turns red so you know that you need to break the fun up."<br /><br />Rogan whistled. "Well, well. They think of everything. I wouldn't doubt these grids being linked to Imperial security." Looking up he smirked and could almost feel he was being watched. "Any cameras too Otto ?" Otto laughed. Rogan knew what he was thinking.<br /><br />Well at least the Imperials didn't set his prices.jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-47975856253962123682009-06-23T06:40:00.000-07:002009-07-10T06:42:48.909-07:00Enter stage left .....The cockpit was dark as space itself with exception of the control lights. Baxter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sallian</span> looked over and saw nothing spectacular in the hyperspace computer. Shifting in his chair, Baxter adjusted his blaster holster. Times seemed to be getting rough. Since the rebellion's miracle shot which destroyed the Imperial Death Star, Imperial patrols appeared to be everywhere. More patrols meant more work both in space and at the spaceports. Legit work was hard enough to come across without the excess permits, docking fees and operating costs. In retrospect the legit work being stressed by new factors had increased clients looking to get around such restrictions. It was a never ending cycle verses moral right and wrong.<br /><br />The hyperspace computer was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">luckily</span> holding its own. Good in the sense that a new one would be worth more then the whole ship. Credits, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">unfortunately</span>, Baxter did not have. The last job had drained his credits to fumes. Thank the force that the last <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">corrupt</span> custom agent didn't demand any more credits to go to his "generosity fund".<div><br /></div><div>"Running out of options you space dog." Baxter muttered to himself. He just shook his head and wondered why in the name of the force he was heading to Denophan. The Empire had a very firm hold on the planet and its citizens. There was also news of the system's Sun turning into a supernova status. He was amazed how the Empire kept information regarding that from the citizens. No matter not his hide that was suck on that planet. Credits were for the taking and he felt this time his luck would catch up to him.<br /><br />"Wonder what the food processor has on the dinner menu?" Baxter thought as he left the cockpit.<br /><br /><br /></div>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-84291358802703031932009-06-23T03:52:00.000-07:002009-06-23T03:57:49.320-07:00Author's thoughtsHello fellow readers,<br /><br />I am thinking of adding these thoughts at various times to see how my readers are feeling. I come to visualize this blog as a living, breathing story blog. At various times I will also throw a wrench or two into the mix and allow the readers to "choose your own adventure". I am sure you remember those titles .... interesting to say the least.<br /><br />I have been using the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> edition Star Wars <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">role playing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">source book</span> Supernova for setting the backdrop of my characters. It made me think about starting a gaming group and allowing people's characters to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">involved</span> and be part of the living blog.<br /><br />Please feel free to share this blog with anyone who may like to read it .... and as always feel free to leave comments and suggestions.<br /><br />Enjoy ....<br /><br />Joejmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-74768337934696365172009-06-21T06:29:00.000-07:002009-06-21T18:59:27.227-07:00Deceit .... for the citizens benefit"Thanks for your time major." The cameraman shouted to Kirl as he ran out of the room to get the deadline met.<br /><br /> Kirl walked over to his desk and sat down. Three terminals chugged along as a stream of current data was incoming from the data probes. One terminal was showing previously recorded data as one kept up with current incoming data. The last terminal was the one he focused on the most. This terminal was the death sentence for the system. The screen was the doomsday clock constantly updating with data from the other terminals. If Denophon only realized that time was not on their side.<br /><br /> Any citizen could look to the sky and notice a sun that once shined bright yellow gradually turn red. Anyone could walk the streets and not argue that fact. The most important debate was when would the sun supernova? At one time there were massive fleets set aside to help evacuate the planet. That was before the Rebellion. Rebellion fears have caused the Imperials to worry about larger concerns raging the galaxy. Ships have now been pressed into patrol details. Those ships that were not patrol worthy were moved or scrapped in fears in rebels using them as weapons or sabotaging shipping lanes. The politicians keep reminding the population that plans are set and all will be evacuated. Only fools would believe that or one whom is too busy with other things to listen to such follies.<div><br /></div><div>Kirl decided that the terminals were depressing and walked over to the beverage dispenser. Water or coffee seemed to be the only choices. "Go with what the Imperial army marches on" Kirl chuckled to himself and hit the brew button. It was gonna be a long shift.<br /><br /><br /></div>jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-60280323173332043122009-06-19T17:27:00.000-07:002009-06-21T19:13:51.521-07:00*** Imperial News Network ***<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzmMCJ1tRDQ/Sjwv52Mi4DI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-mR2Y1X0AJI/s1600-h/Supernova.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzmMCJ1tRDQ/Sjwv52Mi4DI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-mR2Y1X0AJI/s200/Supernova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349203128256487474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*** Special Imperial News Bulletin ***<br /></div><br /> Imperial Scientists are working full speed to verify recent findings of Denophon's supposed supernova status. Probes have been sent to collect data on all aspects of the sun. Although it is well known that the sun has developed into the supernova, it is unclear on the specific date of nova.<br /><br /> Kirl Poutin, head science officer for the Imperial Navy stationed in Denophon had this to comment.<br /><br />"We feel that the sun has definitely developed into a supernova status. At this time we are collecting data to verify time of possible supernova. I do not feel it will be any time soon. All citizens should relax and not change any daily schedules till we have complete information."<br /><br /> Future bulletins will be announced when any important information is found.<br /><br /> Remember to be ever vigilent and report any suspusious activity to your local Imperial Security office.jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150773396118067120.post-81559265959532229202009-06-17T07:05:00.000-07:002009-06-21T19:14:17.488-07:00Sunrise this morning ....Light was barely announcing its arrival when the alarm went off. Rogan Sadow reached over and smacked the snooze button with a quick tap. Rolling over he glimpsed at the clock and let out a groan. Morning seemed to be arriving earlier and earlier each day. "No rest for the weary" he thought to himself as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbing his head. Slowly raising himself to the bathroom was a chore to say the least. Stumbling over to the washing station he gazed into the mirror. "I need to get my act together or I will be long gone before 30." Well the cantina won't open itself and time was money, Rogan grabbed his keys and headed for the shuttle train.<br /><br /> Denophon was a strict planet. One would not visit for fun nor want to stay long. Imperial control was regimented just short of slavery. Strict guidelines controlled everything from work to entertainment. Every agent and Imperial military branch was present and only added to the hardships for anyone not included in the mighty Galactic Empire's realm of things.<br /><br /> Rogan walked up to the shuttle train stop and sat down. The shuttle train station was empty except for the Imperial Security patrols walking the decks looking for something to give reason to draw blasters. Citizens, a word not really giving truth to the situation, were kept on strict schedules. Schedules were posted on every infoboard at every station. A typical day would start at 0900 hours and end at 1800 hours. Free time was allowed at that time until 2300 hours. But even free time was observed with suspicion. Limits on how many could gather at one place at one time was limited to 10. To add to the frustration was the fact that Imperials were observing all at all times. Lucky for Rogan, he was the manager of Imperial Pride, local cantina. Sad thing Imperials were the only ones to give names to businesses. Fear of rebels recently have locked all down on this planet. The shuttle train arrived and hissed to a stop. Rogan entered and sat down in the first available seat. "Well at least the shuttle is always on time, thanks to the all mighty Emperor" Rogan thought to himself and let out a fake smile. Truth was Rogan didn't really have much to say good or bad about the Galactic Empire. They offered him the opportunity to run this cantina on this planet which was better than the spaceport he was working out of years ago. No start up cost and no money needed was the offer made so how could he pass it up ? Only catch was he didn't make the rules nor set the prices. Heck he didn't even have a say in the name of "his" establishment. The only thing that was guaranteed was the customers that were employed on this planet. The morning seemed promising, the sun was still in the sky.jmezz382http://www.blogger.com/profile/03324832418577291106noreply@blogger.com2