STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Liberator

I- Awww damnation! This was not a good thing to wake up to...

What does this mean for Wentar?

Wentar is alive but wounded, and in a very bad situation. The thugs now go to investigate if their gunfire has succeeded in offing Officer Quinto, but the Smuggler comes and stands proudly over you, kicking your lightsaber away.

"Nice try, Jedi," he says. "No one busts up MY operations."

Wentar tries to keep his emotions in check, though Quinto's death has caused him a fair bit of grief.

"Don't delude yourself with this small victory smuggler, no one is invulnerable. My situation is proof of that."

"Unlike you, I'm not a fool," the Smuggler says. "If it weren't for your fancy swordplay, my men would have vaporized you instantly. Now, I just need to finish the job..."

Wentar, you sense dying.

That can't be Quinto, I'm sure he died before he hit the ground. Looks like we bought enough time... hopefully...

Wentar is going to make a desperate attempt at a last ditch intimidation roll to buy a bit more time.

"You say your not a fool yet you plan to kill me? How do you think murdering a Jedi on Coruscant will end? The Jedi sent to track you down will be far more efficient at 'fancy' swordplay then my own disused skills."

The Smuggler laughs.

"I'll be long gone from the Republic before anyone comes after me," he snorts. "You Jedi are slaves to their system and have to respect it. But don't worry your little head. I'll free you from your bonds..."

He starts to pull the trigger when a laser bolt strikes him the shoulder. Coruscanti policemen start pouring into the warehouse with assault rifles raised.

Wentar mentally breathes a sigh of relief, but physically keep his composure, as he rises from the floor. "I told you no one was invulnerable..." he says, calling his lightsaber back.

The gunslinger is not brought down by the shot and staggers away from you, raising his pistol in the direction of the policemen. He taps Carnival of Carnival, bringing down four of the ten policemen, who then throw themselves into cover. With this spare moment, the Smuggler turns his pistol on you and shoots you full in the chest as you rise, knocking you back down.

Everything after that you lose track of, having been preoccupied with the painful and possibly lethal wound... you slipped into unconscious... but later awake in a blinding light...

This has been such a terrible day... Wentar thinks, feeling tired and sore both physically and mentally. He looks around, trying to figure out where he is now.

You feel a dull pain in your chest as you sit up but it is manageable. You are in the hospital, wired up to a great deal of advanced electronic medical equipment that is monitoring everything about you.

But you are not alone. Your visitor stands on a chair beside your bed.

"Awake, you are," Yoda says. "How do you feel?"

Wentar straightens up upon seeing Master Yoda, ignoring his chest pain.

"To tell you the truth Master, terrible. The gang members are dead, so is Officer Quinto... I was too confident in my abilities and the price was paid..." Wentar replies, sadness filling his voice. "Though your surprise visit has lifted my spirits a little." He adds, making a weak smile.

"Avoidable, perhaps, those deaths were not," Yoda says, heavily. "The delicacy of the Jedi, the Judicial Department lacks. Glad to see you well, I am, Wentar. A fine Jedi you have become."

"I- Thank you Master Yoda," Wentar says, a little taken back by the elder Jedi's praise. "Master Vynn would be glad to hear it, especially coming from you."

"Sure, I am, that he would," Yoda says. He pauses, studying you. "Another assignment, the Council has for you, Wentar."

You have your doubts when he says this, Wentar. You are not ready for physical labor.

"I had a feeling there was something more to your visit," Wentar says, smiling. "I hope it's something requiring less physical effort than my last mission."

Yoda nods.

"Pleased with this, you may be," Yoda says. "More vacation than mission, this is..."

"Oh? That's good to hear. What is the mission?"

"A Senator needs protecting," Yoda says. "Receiving threats against his well-being, he claims to have been, from an unknown source. Deem this vague paranoia, I do, but nonetheless, an old friend of the Order this Senator is. Your mandate to protect him it is, from the luxury and comfort of his Senatorial quarters."

"I see..." A luxurious Senatorial room would be a nice change, Wentar thinks to himself. "Well then I will head there as soon as I am able to Master. Is there anything I need to know, mission related or otherwise, before I do?"

"Senator Garys Farl, of Triskatan, your ward is," Yoda says.

You know of Senator Farl. Triskatan is a Core World, one that has been within the Republic since its beginning. Farl, despite hailing from there, is a staunch supporter of anti-slavery movements on the Rim worlds.

"Go to him when you've had rest," Yoda tells you. "Begin then, your mission will."