USH'S STAR WARS GAME- CAMPAIGN II EPISODE III (JEDI)- Revelations

"Any new revalations?"

"I have some attack strategies worked out, if that is what you mean," he says. "I hear you have been busy."

"Yes, Been trying to clear things up a bit."

"And you have gotten a good look at the situation inside the Sanctuary, yes?"

"Yes I have, From a military standpoint, if you breach the defences there's nothing in there that would hamper you much. But from any other standpoint, it would be a disaster, the entire vault is rigged to explode with incindary bombs should you attack."

"Well then," he says. "I have a plan I wanted to discuss with you."

Gallagher will give a slight push to Andro's shot to steady it, since no one is focusing on him.

A +4 from Andro was enough to carry the day.

Score!

And shutdown!

As the klaxon sounds, the droids all stop on the spot and start to spin around, furiously. The process takes about thirty seconds, as they slowly gyrate to a halt.

The game is over.

Gallagher emits a sigh of relief and turns to Andro with a brief but wide smile, then turns back to Twain and Varm.

"Well played, gentlemen!" Gallagher says, extending a hand towards the two, hoping that the two are not bad sports and accept his hand shake.

"My word," says Twain. "Your man Andro here is in good condition! And such fast learners! Impressive, weren;t they, Father?"

"Yes," says Varm, without rancour. "Very impressive."

Twain will take the handshake.

Eh, Andro's cover name is Akron, I'm hoping that Twain wouldn't be calling him Andro.

"Yes, thank you," Gallagher says, with a slight nod. "Shall we get off the field?"

Gallagher will Scan them both.

Sorry, my mistake.

Twain has that same unreadable business mind as before. Varm, however, clearly does not like you.

"I guess so!" says Twain. "Time to move on, I guess."

"Indeed," says Varm, casting a glance around all of you. "Not really my game, but interesting all the same."

He turns to leave.

"May the Force be with you."

Gallagher keeps himself from being startled by the comment, and merely raises his eyebrow.

"What would I need that religion for? That's for Jedi, not historians and translators."

Twain looks uncomfortable, and Varm stops and turns.

"I am sure you didn't mean to mock anyone's belief system, did you?"

Something dawns on Gallagher.

"I'm sorry, I did not realize!" Gallagher says, raising both eyebrows towards Varm. "I have been unaware of the meaning behind your status as a Father all this time. Please, do enlighten me, I have been in error."

"I am an Ordained Priest of the Syndod of Ferradyne," says Varm.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The Synod! You do feel a tad insensitive now.

Your Savoir-Faire skill is not high, but you do know that the Synod of Ferradyne is a Galaxy-wide religion dedicated to the concept of the Force.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I apologize! I have never met one of the Synod before, and have only ever heard Jedi use that term. Terribly sorry."

Does Varm appear to be Force-sensitive?

You are sure you would have noticed. You are also fairly sure that there can't be any organised link between the Synod and Force power- the Jedi Order accounts for 100% of that (inside the Republic, at least).

Still, you just don't know enough about them.

"A common error," says Varm. "I bear no malice."

"Good, good," Gallagher says, with a half-grin. "I don't know much of the Synod, but it certainly does explain why you are so fit for a Priest! I apologize again."

"Keeping that up by visiting here, yes?"

"I'm part of a delegation," he says. "and if you will excuse me, I have details to attend to." He slips away, unpleasant emotions bubbling away inside his head, picked up by your highly sensitive nature, Gallagher.

"Always very serious, those people," says Twain. "Can't make head nor tail of it myself. Still, I suppose I should be off as well."