Realisation (RP)

load previous
May 17, 2025 11:00 am
Voss closes her eyes for a second. Through the force, she feels her arms and legs. She can do this.
Failure only happens when you stop trying, that was her master's words.

We will be discovered if we stay here. We got to move. She looks for an exit, both in the horizontal, but also in the vertical. Is there a roofacces, skylight? What is this room they are standing in?
May 18, 2025 8:44 am
- Taryn -

You came here through hyperspace, so there is no way these clones could have followed you from Belor. Nevertheless, they are heading for you now.

The erratic rate of return-fire makes you think it is probably station staff, or a merchant vendor making a valiant —if doomed— stand.

What do you do?
May 18, 2025 8:45 am
- Voss -

This room was meant to be a safe room, so it does not have exposed ducting, skylights, or even windows. It is, however, constructed of flimsy 'space station interior walls', so it will be the work of a moment to cut an opening into the ductwork that inevitably surrounds it.

Finding the exact right place may take some finesse, or a sense of the machine layout, and lightsabers leave distinctive holes in things, so that sort of escape route would be easily followed... though the clones are larger than most of you lot, making the ducts a tight fit for them.

What do you do?
May 18, 2025 10:25 am
Sera, can you find a way out behind some panels? Voss points to the walls and readies her sabre to make a cut in the wall. On the way there, she almost stumbles on her new legs, but tries not to let it phase her.
May 18, 2025 4:02 pm
Sera nods, happy to have the opportunity to help and appreciative of the direction. She moves to the wall and reaches out her senses, seeking patterns in the structures. She feels the deadness of the solid parts of the walls, and in places the flow of electrical current from bundles of wires moving up and down the space station. She keeps searching, searching for the absence of current and the deadness of dumb, solid matter.

After a moment of sliding along the back wall, she senses something--the trace of intention. Access, repair, open.... She opens her eyes and looks, seeing a small seam here that would likely be invisible otherwise. She pulls out her multitool and uses a flathead screwdriver to pry it open--indeed, there is a slot for doing exactly that.

With a pop, the panel falls off, revealing an opening exactly 1 by 1 Galactic standard meters in size. Within is an access tunnel, allowing repair staff to follow a major cable network through the inner workings of the space station, should the need arise.

She turns to the others and says, "Everyone...We can escape here. And as long as we close it behind us, they might not be able to find it..." At least, she hopes so.
May 18, 2025 6:02 pm
"Mesa go!" - said Brenya, impulsive and unarmed, as she enters the access tunnel ahead of the group.
Last edited May 18, 2025 6:03 pm
May 18, 2025 6:20 pm
Fantastic! Voss climbs into the hole. Her metal knees clank loudly on the hard metal floor, but lifting herself up on her toes mitigates that. That was a position she usually could stay in for more than 30 seconds, but now it is so very different. She is different...
No! Voss focuses her thoughts on the task at hand and will not be distracted.
May 18, 2025 6:25 pm
- Brenya -

You have to crawl on hands and knees to move through the access tunnel. There are cables stapled to the ceiling, occasionally drooping down and forcing you duck even further or shove them aside. Left or right does not seem to make a difference.

What are you hoping for? A quick way out of the cramped space or a way to get as far from here as possible while staying off the streets? You have both options.

What do you do?
May 18, 2025 6:28 pm
- Voss -

You find quickly that your new arm also gets in the way, it is much larger than you are used to, and every time you move it bumps into things. The metal of the duct booms like a drum each time that happens. Here's hoping that it sounds louder inside than outside, or that the noise of battle will drown it out.

What do you do?
May 19, 2025 5:02 pm
Taryn looks at the others, as they crawl through the small access tunnel. Better safe than sorry, she stands ready by the access tunnel, and looks in ot,cto see if the cybernetic girl and the gungan are making any progress.
May 19, 2025 5:36 pm
You all can definitely move through the service tunnels, that is what they are meant for. Progress will not be easy, especially for some of you —for your own reasons— and there are risks. But it is a way out.

What do you do?
May 19, 2025 9:37 pm
Brenya fingers brushed the floor as she crawled, feeling the pulse of the station like the heartbeat of some sleeping beast. It was too small for lightsabers here. Too cramped for clones. That made it good. Not safe—but better. Out there, blasters barked. In here, the only danger was getting lost... or stuck.

"Mesa not lookin’ for quick exit," she murmured, voice bouncing oddly in the crawlspace. "Just lookin’ for... away."

Her knees ached with every shuffle, and once, a dangling cable snagged on her ear, making her yelp and hiss at it like it was alive. She pressed onward, never taking the straightest path, always choosing the tighter curve, the less obvious branch. Somewhere ahead, the Force tugged gently—no visions, no voices, just that weird rightness she’d always felt when walking the wrong way... On purpose.

"Keep goin’... deeper... farther... where theysa not think to look", she said.
May 20, 2025 8:22 am
Voss is slowly learning where her new shoulder is, much further away than usally, and the arm is longer. It causes her to bang into things in the tight crawlspace, if she looses focus. The yellow arm is alien to her, its easier to forget the legs and let them work, but you almost always look at your hands.
With a all her efforts focused on moving forward as quickly and quiretly as possible, she has no headspace left to keep an eye on her surroundings.
May 20, 2025 6:17 pm
Taryn follows the others. She isn't very big, so it is more easy for her to crawl through, being more at the rear of the group, she often looks back. Just making sure no one is following them. She'll just hope the gungan at the front knows what she's doing. The tunnels seems quite a maze and with only the force to guide them.

Something keeps haunting Taryn's mind. Even if they find their way through these tunnels to... where ever... it won't help them unless they can find their way of the space station.
May 20, 2025 7:03 pm
- Sera -

Presumably you stayed at the back to try close the panel after all your fellow Padawans have escaped?

By the time Findal —who stood guard by the door until the last minute— finally crawls in you can hear the fighting outside still for a moment, then a boot lashes against the locked door, shaking it in its frame.

What do you do?
May 23, 2025 4:24 am
Her heart pounding, Sera pointed a hand at the control panel on the far wall and switched off the lights in the room using a minor telekinetic effort. Then she added a little bump of electricity, redirecting it from one circuit in the panel to another, causing the panel to short out. Those lights wouldn't be going on any time soon.

Then she got to work sliding the panel back into place, rendering it almost imperceptible from the room on the other side. Hopefully they can't find it... Then she began to slide down the tunnel quietly, hoping to have bought them a little time to get away!
May 23, 2025 9:31 am
The airflow in the access tunnels is blocked by the bodies crawling before and after you, it quickly becomes uncomfortably hot and sweaty in here.

From outside you can still hear the sounds of sporadic fighting. "I hope those aren't other Jedi, Padawans." Tai'ar mutters, only to receive a dirty look from Findal for discriminating. "Does anyone hear lightsabers?" She asks, ignoring him.

How far do you trek through these endless tunnels? Where do you want to come out? Where do you come out? Anyone should answer.
OOC:
We can deal with how well you hid where you went when we know if it matters. Maybe we roll something when you come out, but maybe we don't care.
May 24, 2025 4:45 pm
The airflow was nearly gone now, blocked by too much movement and too little space. So the air in the tunnel grew thick and stale. Sweat clung to Brenya’s brow, her ears twitching in irritation as a drooping cable slapped her cheek. She pressed on, fingers dragging against the metal floor, knees aching.

Brenya didn’t look back. Her instincts told her far away wasn’t just a direction — it was a purpose. She followed the hum of the station itself, the vibrations in the cable bundles, the cold metal pulses of power flowing toward open space. Docking bays, maybe. Hangars. Somewhere with ships. Somewhere with hope.

Brenya whispered to herself, barely loud enough to hear. "Yousa find us a boat, yeah? Small one, fast one. Like a sea eel slippin’ through nets."

The tunnel dipped slightly, curved left, then right. Time to leave.
OOC:
I will let someone else choose where we do come out.
May 24, 2025 8:22 pm
We crawl out through the maintenance tunnels. Far too cramped for dignity. Dust clings to our clothes. Grease smears across sleeves. Knees ache from crawling.
But we’re out. And alive. For now, that’s all that matters.

The tunnel opens into what looks like an empty corridor—sterile, quiet, oddly still. But at the far end, mutliple sets of large round doors comes into view. Taryn’s gaze sharpens.

"Escape pods," she says, her voice calm but clipped. The realization clicks into place. "That’s where the Force was guiding us." She steps forward, eyes scanning the hatch controls. "They’re probably auto-programmed to reach the nearest planetary surface. Hopefully they are big enough for all of us."

She brushes a smear of grease from her arm and straightens, green eyes focused.

"And if we’re smart, we'll launch them all - hopefully they don't have a life form detection."
May 24, 2025 9:37 pm
- Taryn -

The space station does not have guns, not ones that could target and shoot down an escape pod, even if they could detect lifeforms.

This would leave you on the surface of a planet, and they are emergency devices, not designed to find a particularly comfortable planet, just one you can survive one till 'rescue' can arrive. But you know that the ship you came in on is only large enough for yourself... unless you wanted to get really intimate with someone in its single seat. It is also, probably, known to the clones, so they may be watching it and the hyperspace ring(*) you left in space when you arrived, so it is not really safe to go for that.

Descending to the planet only postpones the need to 'get away'. But it may buy you time to make plans, time you don't have on this station. The clones are unlikely to expect such a plan, so your route the escape pod should be fairly clear. When all the pods launch, they will know it was someone escaping... or someone making it look like someone escaping. The won't know which pod to follow, so they will be forced to check them all out.

The ships in the hangar will almost definitely be locked ... and guarded, but maybe your group can overwhelm the guard force? You are Jedi, after all, and they are just clones.

What do you do?

(*) [fandom wiki: hyperspace transport ring]
load next

You do not have permission to post in this thread.