Bit of a shame there- had you both attacked Varm, he would have framed out trying to defend, and then Gallagher still would have had frames enough for his Push.
A +5 from Andro (with another +1 from Sword Whirl) is very useful!
Finally using his senses to guess Varm's movements ahead of time, Andro gets the right side of Varm and scores a narrow slash across his midriff. It barely makes contact, though it does briefly ignite his robes.
Luckily Varm rolls a -5 in return, so the not framing out has done little, though it has cosat Andro a frame next sequence.
Gallagher, god rolling sees two of them Pushed away easily.
Another hit on Zaland, as he blasts down two more... and we start a new Sequence.
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CURRENT SITUATION AT: Frame 13
Middle third
Synod members x4: 0/10
Father Varm: 15/12
Andro: 10/33/12
Gallagher: 15/19/11
Far third
Synod members x5: 0/4
Zaland: 6/29/12
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The cage door to the lift squeals open noisily, due to lack of use, as you head in.
It's pretty simple- an old, ill-kept up button and an old, ill-kept down button, both large and round and clicky.
Old it may be, but it's clearly desgiend to hold way more than just a couple of people; it's sound.
Then the lift begins to descend!
An enormous wheel-winch at the top lowers the lift down on a mighty cord; no hovernonsense here.
Again, ill-used, it is exceptionally loud and nosity.
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Down through darkness.
And then, you come out on a floor. The Vault is massive indeed, stretching wide in all directions, with knowledge- to you unknown- gathered from all the Galaxy. Floor after floor of archival records, stored in slim, glowing data storage in bookcase style format, much like in the Jedi Temple itself.
But not here. Deeper.
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Deeper down, and now floor after floor of data crystals, arranged in strict order on massive wooden panels, twinkling slightly all around.
But not here either. Deeper.
Floor after floor of old optical storage- discs, magnetic readers, stuff most the Galaxy hasn't used in millennia or more.
But still not here. Deeper...
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Deeper.
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Books, now. Row after row after row of books.
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Deeper down, deeper down, the books get older, and now they have to be stored in special cases to prevent further degredation.
But sitll not yet. STILL deeper.
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Scrolls, wrapped around wooden clasps; yellowed, decayed, bu intact.
And yet... still not deep enough.
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And finally, you have hit the bottom.
Here.
"Here's our stop," Jelena says, uneasily, looking to Roan before opening the lift's doors and slowly stepping out onto the floor, taking in her surroundings. She is slightly overwhelmed by the thought of all these ancient discs and books and scrolls, hidden away from the Republic and Jedi Order for their knowledge, are within arm's length of her. Nonetheless, she keeps a level head, with lightsaber in hand.
It's very gloomy down here. The light sources are faint and encrusted with dust on a high ceiling.
This bottrom floor is several times the height of the others; more like a large auditorium. When you step out, you feel lost almost at once.
These ancient, creaking bookcases look like they have been placed by a maniac. They twist and turn with no apparent order or sense; sometimes, sections of them stretch upwards instead of sideways, with tenuous-looking planks connecting the upper levels; from down here, especially in the gloom, the cross-cross of planks above looks like a spider's web. Here and there are small alcoves, containing something specific.
It all looks like paper to you- books and scrolls, with titles embossed on the side tha tmake no sense to you at all.