This series is a bit different than those that I usually post. This was conceived more as a dice-powered short story more so than a full-on Actual Play. Using Starforged as the engine, I began to write a fan-fiction based in the Star Wars universe. I've always loved Star Wars and have spent a considerable part of the last 25 years devouring the written and video content produced by George Lucas and his collaborators—especially the content commonly referred to as Legends today. This entry is an ode to my love for the franchise, and is meant as an homage. It is also a method test for writing stories powered by dice. Thank you for joining me on this adventure.
Begin a Session
A dark form, shrouded in a black cloak, strode confidently down the well-lit walkway. On either side of the narrow bridge, depressions in the metal floor contained banks of data storage, control panels, and targeting computers. Each gray-clad Imperial officer looked up in trepidation as the figure passed, then quickly returned their attention to their screens.
"Set a course for Nar Shaddaa, Captain," a deep, raspy voice rumbled from beneath the cloaked figure's hood.
"We do not have jurisdiction in Hutt Space, my lord."
"The stolen clone fighter from Christophsis has been seen on the Smuggler's Moon, Captain. There is a treasonous Jedi there. The Emperor's will cannot be turned aside. Do you understand?"
A deep wheeze echoed through the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer when the figure stopped speaking.
"As you command, my lord."
The cloaked figure turned in a flourish of black fabric and marched back the way he had come. The Captain visibly sighed in relief as the door to the bridge closed behind the new Emperor's enforcer.
Advance the Clock
The silver hulled transport landed softly on the duracrete landing pad behind Naavi's warehouse. The IG-200 prototype led the way off the ship but stopped suddenly at the bottom of the ramp, holding its armor plated hand up in a signal to stop. From beneath the black cloak, the droid revealed a long-barreled blaster pistol and took a cautious step forward.
A blue circle of energy flew from the shadows around the base of the warehouse, catching the prototype square in the chest. The commando droid dropped to a knee and returned fire.
Oracle
A second ion blast erupted from the shadows on the other side of the warehouse door, slamming into the droid and rocking it back. The lanky commando droid collapsed in a heap of sparks.
Enter the Fray
Resource Update
"Ambush!" Naavi called, ducking back into the ship and drawing her A180.
Beren leapt to cover behind a metal crate, and drew the DC-17 pistol. Not for the first time since Order 66 did he miss the familiarity of lightsaber, the blaster felt foreign in his hands. The assailants, at least two from what he could tell, stopped firing once he was behind the crate. With speed honed from years of training, Beren popped out of cover and fired on the assassin on the right.
Strike
Pay the Price
Oracle
The shots went wide, slamming into the shadowed duracrete. Beren ducked behind the crate, and took a steadying breath.
"They're advancing!" Naavi called out, and fired from the safety of the transport. The return fire drove her back into hiding.
React Under Fire
Resource Update
Beren steadied his mind and stretched out with the Force. He sensed three assailants, two approaching and one further back. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled on the ankles of the two approaching. They stumbled forward with curses and yelps as the invisible grip tugged their legs back.
Strike
Mark Progress
Beren popped out of cover and squeezed off several shots at the nearest enemy. The soldier, a Quarren in ribbed body armor, stumbled backward with each hit until he fell to the duracrete and didn't move again.
Strike
Mark Progress
Sensing the other soldier's surprise, he took the opportunity to press the attack and fired off another round of shots at the body armored Shistavenen. The blue blasts hit the Wolfman in the chest, knocking him back and to the ground with a loud thud.
Gain Ground
Pay the Price
Beren, running on the adrenaline of his success, darted out of cover toward the disabled and sparking IG-200. He reached the droid easily enough and began hauling the heavy commando droid into cover in the hopes that Naavi could repair him in the field.
He sensed the shot only a fraction of a second before he heard it. A hot lance of pain shot through his shoulder, and he smelled the acrid scent of burning flesh. Beren dropped the droid and threw himself into cover just as another shot burned into a crate just behind where he was standing.
Resource Update
React Under Fire
Resource Update
Beren pushed past the pain and the roiling fear threatening to overpower him and reached out with the Force. He concentrated his focus on the spot where he thought the sniper was hiding and searched until he found what he was looking for. The sniper was laying down, their breathing slow, unmoving.
Take Decisive Action
Beren stood quickly, presenting himself as a clear target for the sniper. He let the Force guide his actions, dodging the sniper's shot and returning fire. When no return shot came, Beren reached out again and sensed nothing where the sniper had been.
He let out a breath and dropped to one knee, thankful to have survived the encounter. Beren was about to turn and go help Naavi with IG-200 when he felt cold metal press against the base of his skull.
"Don't move, Jedi," Naavi whispered, pressing her A-180 blaster hard against the Jedi's neck.
