Star Wars

“Kerr-Lonn-Ny! Tcho!” JT enters the Cerean athlete’s quarters, all cheerful and sunny. The people she finds there, though, look tired. Kerr-Lonn-Ny left the party early last night, and here Tcho is, wearing one of her shirts. Kerr-Lonn-Ny looks a little kerfluffled, and Tcho looks somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe they’re embarrassed, JT thinks. I bet they hooked … Read more

In the morning, having Kerr-Lonn-Ny’s consent, Tcho calls JT. She answers breathlessly, “Tcho! Are you okay?!” “Why do you always assume I’m not?” he asks back. He holds his comm with his left hand while slowly flexing his right fingers, attempting some basic exercises though he has not yet worked up the energy to see … Read more

Tcho’s one-handed examination of Kerr-Lonn-Ny includes applying wound sealant to the sword slashes on her arm, administering painkillers, running scans, and taking blood samples. With the strange weapon on hand, Kerr-Lonn-Ny’s description of how the blast felt, and the diagnostics available from his medkit, Tcho conducts an initial analysis of what appears to be some … Read more

As Tcho drops to his knees alongside Renault, he catches sight of the strange blaster the man was carrying earlier. Another piece of evidence for PD, he notes to himself. Aloud, he orders Kerr-Lonn-Ny, “Grab that,” pointing out the gun at the edge of the circle of light from the doorway. He begins pulling out … Read more

The Force has led Kerr-Lonn-Ny to a darkened, rundown section of the ship, the air thick with unsettled dust. She looks around warily. She had expected to find Tcho here in a bad state, but the room is quiet and still. Suddenly the door is flung open and he runs past, not seeing her at … Read more

Hunkered down below the dashboard of one of the moff’s partially-crated drilling weapons, Tcho uses biofeedback techniques to calm himself as he waits for the opportunity to make his next move. While the Stormtroopers get their ladder set up, the technicians continue working. The noises that reach Tcho indicate a device has been turned on. … Read more

JT takes a deep breath to center herself and then downs the rest of her milkshake in one long slurp. With a bit of brain freeze going, she heads over to the Imperial table, where Moff Quarsh Panaka is hosting his own contingent, as well as Captain Rowan. Although Ursa Diol does not have the … Read more

Tcho manages to keep quiet as he slams into the plush carpet after scraping down the edge of something really sharp. The wind is knocked from him, and his nervousness about this whole enterprise ratchets up. It does not sound like anyone saw him, but with the mirrors, it is hard to know. He climbs … Read more

Tcho chooses a duct-based approach to the ballroom where the moff’s project is. It is quite a large space, with more air-handling needs than a bedroom suite has, so the ducts should be large enough for him to move through. He certainly does not want to deal with the pair of Stormtroopers guarding the main … Read more

With the gala well underway now, JT checks in with Petey to make sure he is doing okay. He is still fulfilling his emcee function, periodically introducing whoever is on stage, but she does want him to have a good time, as well. Since Lo is still singing, PD-101 is down on the main floor … Read more

Gomarr gives his presentation while the main course is underway. He opens by dedicating the talk to his fallen classmates, those lost in the archaeological expeditions of his tumultuous education under Dr. Pramine. Taking into consideration the focus of the gala, he reflects, “Academia is not war, but you still lose people, and they leave … Read more

When the time comes to make his move against the moff, Tcho is all healed up from his injuries and truly well-rested for the first time in over a year. The ship may be in some disorder, but his conscience is clearer than it has been in a long while. Not only has he foiled … Read more