Day 2

[Hatoful GM]

The morning program started, as it always did, with some soft jizz music.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen and other, sentients and semi-sentients, old, young, and everyone in between, and welcome to another morning with me, Fugaruns T’ed, on A Forest Reflection. Today’s track was by Iblis and the Transients. Aren’t they great? And now I’m happy to be sharing some select news items with you.”

The screen showed a destroyed city with a repulsor tank lodged in a crumbling tenement. “The invaders launched another assault yesterday. They attempted a hard push down Republic Avenue. Fortunately, our brave soldiers were able to force them back, but fighting continues.

The screen cut back to Fugaruns. “But we’ve also received reports of Republic reinforcements on the planet! Yes my fellow sentients, apparently a sizable force has landed and is even now preparing to assist with the fight. That’s unity, that’s comradery, that’s the Republic. Nobody is very forgotten, I want you all to remember that. And if you see some of these brave Republic sentients, please give them our warmest Kandra’s Run welcome, and perhaps a mug of equally warm Kandra’s Run kaf.”

His face brightened. “And now, pets of Obroa-Skai. From larp hounds to the wooly python, let’s celebrate the little critters that brighten all our days. And that - is A Forest Reflection.

[Hatoful GM]

Event - So Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall ( Open - All Players - All Day Event)
Event - Getting the Geist of it (Open - 4 players)

NPCs who are available: All

[GM Nicha]

Meanwhile, elsewhere on Obroa-Skai...

"Why...Why would you do this?"

The small Jedi temple is dark and cold this time of night. Wind whistles in through the holes punch in the ceiling by artillery fire and snow has begun to build up in the hall, a slow but continuous trickle of white flakes beginning to cover the mosaics of ancient heroes.

Up on the speaker's dais the figure repeats her question into the darkness. Although the Zabrack looks gaunt and worn her voice is urgent.



"Why?"

Silence, darkness, the cold. Then a gloved hand rests lightly on the Zabrack's shoulder as she freezes her breath a startled puff of mist.

"It is necessary."
The hand spins the taller woman around so she's face to face with the speaker.



In contrast to the Jedi, Haneul is armed and armoured for war, her voice distorted ever so slightly by the mask she wears.
"It's nothing personal Master Saubet." Despite her reassuring tone the grip tightens.
"This is just what change looks like. It's messy, chaotic, invariably there are casualties. But it's either this or stagnation."
Master Maribri Saubet takes a deep breath and reaches up to firmly push the hand from her shoulder.

"You justify the death of innocents, the invasion of planets. This is not change, it's destruction, an ending! Not a new beginning!"
"Mmmmhm, and you justify...what, exactly? An order that says nothing that does nothing. Crime spreads, you do nothing. The government corrupts, you do nothing. The Republic itself is invaded and you do nothing. Revan finally takes action and the Order disavows them! You preach compassion and discipline from far off temples as the galaxy burns and then rejoice in your righteousness. Look, master" she gestures at the empty hall. "This is your righteousness."
"It is your madness! I-we will not be swayed-"
"SWAYED. FROM. WHAT?"

Haneul's roar echoes through the hall as pressure builds and builds before releasing in a tidal wave of force pulverizing the furniture within and whipping it into a whirlwind of splinters. Tapestries are slashed to ribbons in an instant and even the stone walls groan at containing the force of the blast.

The Mandalorian takes a deep breath rattling through her mask.
"From your nothing? From your lack? Very well. Perhaps some more time to think on it with the others. Eventually you will be forced to act."
Maribri stares out in horror at the destroyed temple before shaking her head slowly and making her way out, pausing only to listen with a grimace to Haneul's parting shot.
"I know you can feel them too, those that survived on that pitiful ship. Younger...less set in their ways. Maybe I can make them understand."

And then the darkness returns.