Pull your blaster and do it the ol' fashion way.
From Create Your Own Story
Your hand moves to your bag, extracting the blaster and sending 3 bolts towards the stunned assailant. He manages to deflect two bolts before the last strikes him on the lower left side. A growl comes from him as he rushes at you again before suddenly stopping..
The old man has his hands out, lifting the assailant into the air.
"Mission unsuccessful." Another growl before a force of invisible energy throws you across the room. Your head hits something hard and metal and your vision blurs.
You refocus, seeing a black blur move towards the ceiling before slowly forcing yourself to your feet. The old man is already up, moving towards you after extinguishing his weapon.
"Quite the fight there, boy. You did pretty well against a sith assassin, no less."
He offers you his hand and you take it, lifting yourself up. You're still a bit dizzy but you're getting there.
"So... you're a jedi," you state. It ain't a question anymore... the scene is obvious but before you get any answers, 20 republic troops appear, blasters drawn.
"Freeze!"
The Jedi smiles at you before turning and lifting his arms. "Jedi business, gentlemen. I was showing my friend here the senate when a sith came after us. He fled.. upwards." He points. The troops glance up before one goes to his wrist communicator. "Get guards and troops to the ceiling. Find anyone with... a red lightsaber."
The troops reholster their blasters before saluting the Jedi and filing out. The Jedi turns back around, looking at you once more.
"You handled yourself well. You sensed an attack before even I could. You may be too old but would you like to come with me to Tython to be examined by the masters?"
Do you:
- Bet your ass I'm going to Tython.
- Tell him no. Becoming a Jedi in this day and age? It's a death sentence.
- Ask him for time to think it over.
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
500 creds |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 2 | |
