Shadows of Bankor

It's not a coordination thing, but Ela's a ship designer, right? What if she designed some iconic Rebellion ship? Or a variant?

Petrus was still shaking his head. "Yes. Actually, this is the fourth time." He groaned. After a moment, he frowned thoughtfully. "But maybe this'll be interesting. I mean, she's like the narrator; she does a lot of the voiceovers. Maybe they'll do cool stuff with that. Yeah." He nodded, smiling opt...

Jaina slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. Dacen clutched once hand, a defeated and reformed Elgin held her other hand. He spoke. "She's healed the time rifts, but it's taken a terrible toll on her. I don't know..." He shook his head. A manly tear rolled down Dacen's cheek. "I'm sorry, cyare ....

Oh yeah, I wanted to read that.

Vaya doing the Warrior's Heart drinking game is amazing: " RAAAAAARGH !" Dacen game his trademark yell as he rushed at Elgin... "He did the yell! Drink!" "You can't defeat me!" He said, spreading his arms wide. "I have the Warrior's Heart and the First Mandalore's essence! "They said the, uh, the ti...

" RAAAAAARGH !" Dacen game his trademark yell as he rushed at Elgin, launching a series of powerful blows, mixed punches and kicks. The choreography was actually pretty good. Although a few landed, Elgin deflected most of them, culminating with catching Dacen's arm, and hurling him across the templ...

Aaliq, the Caamasi, clutched at her head. The vial of mega-rancor blood, now empty, tumbled from her fingers, a drop of the blood still visible on her lips. "No! It's too much!" She wailed. "I remember... everything ! I can see where time diverges!" She turned to Dacen. "You must go, now, if you wa...

"Artifacts?" Petrus frowned gently. "Like... uh... what kind?" Well, whatever. Petrus shook his head, then grinned. "Hey, that's great Jenna. Whew, that's a weight off of both of us, I think. Let's hear it for not having to deal with a crime lord anymore, huh?" He started washing a pan this time, ca...

Petrus considered for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. I think if we're putting the Order back together, and we clearly are , long term anyway, we gotta make sure we're doing it right. Better right, not just the same right." He shook his head. "Change the code though? That's big. I don't know if any of...

The Mandalorian squeezed the trigger, sending a bolt of energy towards Jaina... instictively, she raised her hand. A field of energy appeared before her, causing the bolt to dissipate harmlessly. Her eyes widened further... "What...?" She whispered, her lips parting. The mandalorian shook his helme...

"He did." Petrus said, smiling, leaning briefly closer at that kiss on his cheek. "A lot of them did. I wonder what other stuff I learned from the little things they did. Like, washing dishes." What small things did Oraka teach them? For a moment, his smile was tinged with sadness. But only for a mo...

And then, the show began... "Previously, on Warrior's Heart..." the narrator was an older man, rough and weathered. Monitors beeped, the Caamasi woman was lying in a hospital bed. Jaina was there, holding her hand. "Thank goodness you're awake, Aaliq. Are you okay?" Aaliq (apparently) shook her head...

Laughing, Petrus flicked water at Xanna, too. "Sure, why not. Liberation of Bankor, Petey the junior assistant washing the dishes. Pretty much equally newsworthy, right?" He held up the Spongemaster 9000, showing it off. "But... yeah. It seemed like the thing to do. I mean, we've all gotta do our pa...

"Huh." Petrus said. "I guess I managed that. And I felt pretty good about how I did at the prison." He blinked. "Jedi are taught to feel the Force, and then trust their instincts. I didn't think that'd be giving us skills for Black Ops." Jedi were trained to operate alone, or in pairs... "Same. Mmm,...

"Hey!" Laughing, Petrus stumbled forward as his sister suddenly hugged him from behind. "I love you too, sis, geez." He patted her hands somewhat wetly as they squeezed him, then reached up to flick water back over his shoulder at her. "What's up?" Xanna's voice made Petrus glance over with a smile....

With Sacha's help, the projector was all set up, as well as a number of chairs in front of it. Petrus took a seat in one of the ones near the front.

"Gonna start in a few minutes!" He called, a general warning.

(OOC: a few irl hours)

"Really? You think so?" Petrus frowned. "Which parts?" He waved a hand. "Anyway, it's not so much doing those sorts of things. Although, I mean, that's not great. But it's adding the extra line that really gets me. The Jedi defended the Republic, but..." He shrugged. "We serve the Force first. You c...

Petrus shook his head. "That's not happening, Dove. One way or another. The Jedi aren't going to be willing to work with someone who'd do that." He sighed. "I guess if some of our allies insist on executing people... well, that's where we run into trouble agreeing on laws and stuff, huh?" "Oh." Petr...

Petrus paused in his noisy scraping of the bowl to look up at Dove. "Of course." Petrus said mildly, smiling. "We don't punish people for their past. We give them a chance to make the best of their future." One last bite, and his bowl was clean. Petrus slid it away from him. "Of course, that's not w...

For his part, Petrus was eating slowly but steadily. He was, after all, still a young man, with a young man's metabolism. "Who knew you were an idealist?" Petrus smiled. "Actually, it fits you. Hmmm." He frowned down into his soup. "Yeah, I guess the main thing is to make sure that every voice gets ...

Beach cookout/Warrior's Heart!

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Open to everyone for a fun thread.

(OPEN, but be chill) The sun was almost entirely gone, with just a hint of color left on the horizon. But that just meant that the fun was about to begin. Petrus grunted as he unloaded a transport, carrying a portable generator first. He set it down with a soft thump in the sand, going back almost i...

"Well..." Petrus said, pushing his soup around with a spoon. "There were some good ideals. Maybe they meant something once. Although if the Sixth Line was a thing..." He grimaced, waving his spoon vaguely. Another bite. "But maybe we can do better. I don't know." Petrus grimaced. "I've sorta thought...

Petrus sighed pleasantly. "Yeah. It has. Lots of twists and turns. Highs and lows. I'm kinda focused on the highs, I'll admit."

He felt a little pang as Real Life reasserted itself, but pushed it away. "Okay. Let's." He agreed, nodding and smiling.

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It was a slightly bleary Petrus that wandered down to the ship's common area, still dressed in undershirt and sweats. It was a little chilly for that, but he didn't mind. He brushed a hand across his face, and back through his red hair. He wasn't sure how many drinks of his namesake that he'd had, b...