The Star Wars Christmas Special (Plausibly Deniable IC)
Onboard the 'Star...
By happy accident, things had worked in Ali's favor. She didn't have to find an excuse to separate from the group, they had separated from her. She checked the holockets; one group was at the Cantina, the rest were in the Alderaan garden. No one seemed to be paying much attention to her. Still, to cut off the holostream now would be more noticeable than a slight diversion.
She called up another hologram, a Twi'lek botique in the Ryloth garden. The shimmering shopkeep noticed Ali and asked, "How can I help you, Sister?" Ali smiled, the title was not familial, just an acknowlegement of the bond of species they both shared.
"My master wishes me to buy lekku muzzles. He feels that I talk to much to my own kind." The clerk nodded and pointed to a holographic display with long tubes of fabric, Ali choked down her rage at her 'sisters' indifference to selling slave's livery. "Which would fit my lekku the best?" She asked the merchant. At the merchant's study of her lekku, Ali began to use them.
^Sister, I have need of information you may possess. I can pay you well for it.^ Ali used her lekku to subtly signal to the other. It was believed that only fellow Twi'leks could understand this secret form of expression. With some work, both DeeJay and the Jedis could also understand when their senses were maginified. Ali doubted these incredibly subtle micro-changes of the lekku would be conveyed over the rastering holostream for even the enlightened non-Twi'lek. ^You will find what I have worth the considerable price I ask for...Sister.^ came the other's reply. Ali nodded and left the 'Star.
In the Cantina, the Ghostling male was trying to be noticed. The standard gravity here was crushing him. Even the slight brushing of other aliens might bruise him. He sat in a corner and drank his blue milk. Even ordering that mild drink had drawn too much attention at the bar. A shadow fell over him, several shadows. A strange alien bellow was directed at him. Before he could protest, the brutalist cyborg next to him said, "He doesn't (Buzz) like you. I don't like you either. You should watch yourself, we have (Whirr) the death sentence in fifteen systems." The stranger waved his chunky cybernetic arms to indicate his fellow hybrids, uneasy combinations of scarred flesh and repurposed industrial metal.
"I'll be careful." The trembling ghostling whispered.
"You'll be DEAD!!" The leader cried out, about to smite the youngster with a pneumatic fist...
The garden was beautiful. Before the Death Star, it was just a mere curiosity. A little terrarium made up of typical flora and fauna from Alderaan. There were bits of old architecture and ruins scattered about with care but not true insight. Ithorians were too fretful to be true poets. Not long ago, merely visiting this planet-tarium was a tacit admission that you did not have the means or social standing to go to Alderaan proper.
Now the garden was priceless, a tiny bit of Alderaan that survived besides precious memories. For a time DeeJay had played back her audio recollections of walking through the malls and parks of Alderaan long ago. The sound of children laughing and babbling brooks seemed to have an unexpected melancholy on the souls she passed so she soon enough stopped broadcasting her memories externally. She had thought that evocation of the past would cheer bystanders but the result had been quite unexpected. The living were so unpredictable and unbinary.
Around a evocative clump of topiary, a small clump of sentients became visible. They were a mix of the more common species of this sector, predominately Human, Ithorian, or Verpine. All of the them were clustered around an elderly human woman in loose-fitting robes. Her hair, like most human females, had been done up into two rolls, one over each ear. The 'buns of steel' had become a badge of defiance for those women who remembered Alderaan or at least its destruction.
"Mistress Ita-Kon?" asked one of them. "Does the Force tell us the Rebellion will be successful." The old woman closed her eyes but somehow seemed to be looking far away as well. "The future is always in motion but, yes, the Rebellion will be successful. Victory will come at a great cost. Our task is to minimize that cost, each in our own way." Her answer seemed to mollify the others, enough that Ita-Kon whispered, "Octave."
Hearing its name, a small creature, some kind of arthropod with big, shining eyes scuttled forth and presented each visitor with the tiny pouch it held with its mandibles. Bit by bit, worn coins, trinkets and some foodstuffs were placed in the bag by those gathered. "Thank you, my friends, this will help the padawans in their sanctuary."
"Such a noble cause, helping a Jedi master with the training of the next generation. I feel compelled to ask how I could be of assistance." They all turned at the words. A young man strode forth to join the circle around Ita-Kon, his eyes were covered by some strange googles that seemed unnecessary in the garden environment of the Alderaan garden and he seemed a little overdressed for the mild artificial Alderaan spring day...
OOC:
1. Each group has a hololocket droid that follows you around. It can fly and is broadcasting a holostream of what its other siblings are perceiving. You can see what is going on with your separated party members.
2. Having read the opening paragraphs, the players know that Ali is off on some strange mission of her own. But the characters would have a hard time reading her lekku-speak over the relatively crude holostream. Anyone with a character connection to her (which could be any PC) can probably suspect something is up from her body language. Pursue this plot thread only if you want to. It is not critical to the adventure.
3. The head cyborg in the Cantina is Cornelius Evazan, last seen in two pieces in the Mos Eisley Cantina in Episode IV. You probably thought he died but then you probably thought Han shot first too. ;-) Obviously, he has had some bad luck of late. He has barely survived his run-in with Kenobi and he has used his medical skills to replace most of himself with badly-configured cyberware. He has surrounded himself with other losers who also were wretched enough to want 'upgrading.'
4. Evazan and his merry mandroids are simply looking for a fight. They will not particularly notice any of the PCs unless the PCs make themselves noticed. But could a Jedi allow this injustice?
5. For those who wish to run a combat, Evazan is currently surrounded by one cyborg per PC. It is a simple move action to get to them or for them to get to you (no roll needed but a 1D penalty to other actions this round). Your side has won initiative. The cyborgs are 2D in all stats and 4D in any relevant bruiser skills (including brawling). Their knock-off cyberware gives them a +1D Strength but a -!D Dexterity. Their cyberforms may have impressive built-in weaponry that will malfunction as often as it works. For your next post only, only run a combat between your PC and ONE cyborg. You cannot get to Evazan this round.
6. If you wish, you may simply decide how the combat between you and your single cyborg opponent ends. None of the single cyborgs are a match for any of your PCs. Surprisingly, there is a 'bar brawl etiquette' throughout the Galaxy. It is quite gauche to respond to a non-lethal punch with a lethal attack. Once a lethal attack is offered, lethal responses can be expected. Evazan's initial mistake was trying to draw a blaster on Kenobi.
7. In the Alderaan garden, no character has detected a tremor in the Force which means Ita-Kon is either no Jedi or a very, very good one. Octave is like a meter-around big-eyed jumping spider and utterly cute in a creepy way. Imagine Lucas has designed Octave to sell toys (as he did just about everything else).
8. Questions, just ask. Don't sweat any of this. This is just dress rehearsal...