USH'S STAR WARS GAME- CAMPAIGN II EPISODE V (DARK SIDE)- The Prisoner of Datura

Haron will say to the nearest guard"Um, excuse me, guard-person-creature..." Haron will wait for him to turn to his attention"Yes, um are the meals served here 4 courses? Because I prefer my meals 3 courses with a appetizer...is that going to be a problem?"

"Oh, shut up..." Rianna mutters under her breath at Haron.

Rah looks quizzically at Galder "You wanted to come here? Hahahaha and I thought I was flying with only half a pilot!!!" He shrugs and grins "My plans kinda got changed recently so I have nothing spoiling, what is it you have in mind in this... des-res?"

Ush, how many guards are there and how are they armed?

You can see about a dozen. Just standard blaster rifles though- Rivas has a melee mentality that extends to his personal guards but not to his average grunts.

"Right then.

"This world used to be a mining planet. 'course, we stripped everything of value out from it decades ago, but they dug pretty deep trying to get it all. The planet is a pile of crap and the facilities weren't any better. The prison is built out of the old mining complex."

On the ship displays (at several angles, so you can all see it) there now comes a side-on image of the facility and its major shafts, colour coded as the man now describes.

"You've got four levels. Red at the top, green underneath that, blue below that and black right down at the bottom. We drop you off in red... and after that it is up to you to cope. We don't care what it is like in there. It's up to you to maintain all of the systems. It's all underground so you had better make sure it all runs correctly. The lower levels aren't so much part of the complex, just... tunnels and shafts downwards. I wouldn't bother trying to live down there.

"If Rivas ever pardons a man, we come to the entrance to red level and call out his name, four times a day, for one week. If he comes to the entrance in that time, we let him out. If not... then he missed his chance."

...

(spazzes at the mentions of the different colors)

That gets Rianna's attention, being as it's from her dream...she thinks about it for a moment before deciding something, even though she doesn't exactly want to.

"Rand. I think I might know something about here...a dream I had from the Force recently," she says quietly to him.

This catches Rand's attention fully.

"A dream, you say?" Rand says. "What did you see?"

"It was...odd..."

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Okay, so instead of attempting to summarize what Rianna's vision was and possibly getting something wrong or leaving out an important detail, I'm just going to copy and paste it in here in full. However, in-character, she hasn't told anyone about it except for Dak, possibly Galder, and now Rand 😛

You dream of four men, whose faces you cannot see as they are dressed head to foot in linen costumes, each consisting of one colour.

One steps forward. “I am Green,” he says. “Under my rule, people wither and die, forgotten. I offer friends and plans. Be wary. Not all friends can be trusted.”

He steps back, and the next steps forwards.

“I am Red. Under my rule, all are ruled. Yet my kingdom is too small for you. Breach my walls and you may learn your route on- but do not forget to take my treasure first.”

The next one comes in turn.

“I am Blue. Under my rule, the scared masses disappear one by one, to feed my growing numbers. I bring fear and terror in the night. Without treasure, all will surely perish here.”

The final one does not step forward. Cold mist surrounds him, and he speaks with the soft voice of corpses.

“I am Black. I am death. Under my rule, life has no meaning. I am the barrier that none can pass- yet you must pass me, or lie in my cold, forgotten realm forever. Perhaps some treasure may help you here also- if you know how to unlock it. Here your path ends.”

That seems like an rather useful dream.

Originally posted by Bardock42
That seems like an rather useful dream.

...I can't tell if that's meant to be sarcastic or not 😛

If Rand's arms were free, he would stroke his tentacles thoughtfully.

"Red is the first color we will visit," Rand says. "I wonder why they are out of order in your dream... nonetheless, we must suss what there is to gain on the Red level. Something that will help us on the Blue level, it seems..."

"I don't know why, but I doubt it's unimportant..." Rianna replies. "And on the Black level as well, apparently."

"Is it possible that they might be actual beings?" Rand says. "If the entirety of the prison complex is left up to the care of the prisoners, no doubt they've formed some semblance of a society in there. Someone will be in power."

"I guess it could be possible..." Rianna says. "But not necessarily of any help."

She pauses for a moment.

"There's also that stone that Adelmo's girl gave Xavier, she said he'd know when to use it. She's apparently able to foretell the future. I wonder if it could have something to do with any of this..."

"It may," Rand says. "I do not think it is the treasure spoken of in your dream, however. But the Green level... it speaks of friends and plans. Perhaps we shall find assistance there, in some manner?"

"No, I don't think it is either, but it could still be important or useful. And perhaps...but we have to be careful. We can't trust everyone or everything there."

"Trust is one thing," Rand says. "Manipulation is another."

"Of course you'd say something like that..." Rianna mutters. "Good luck with that."

"The Force would not tell you that 'friends' could be found here if it were not pertinent to our survival," Rand says. "It is not so idle as to presume to tell you useless information. If you saw it in a dream, then it is important."

"Obviously. However, in case you've managed to not notice it yet, we're not exactly immune to manipulation ourselves, and whoever would be considered a leader of anything here likely isn't some weak-willed simpleton," Rianna replies. "So I plan on being cautious, myself."