Tales From Soma III

ARGH !!The RPG Tenric (as Hunter) is enmeshed in has stalled and will likely just fade into the ranks of other incomplete projects...*sigh*

You got it right!The RPG I had Tenric join is still going on (but nearing the climactic battle). It's been a long affair with a good deal of hidden agendas and twists. When done I plan to edit/write in spots to make it flow more like a story and publish it here for all interested parties.keep an eye out !!!

Well, for any of those following the adventures of Tenric here are two RPG threads in which he has a part. The first is the set up for a "mission" and the second is the mission underway...The Triple Zero CantinaWeapons smuggling on Nar-ShaddaI had to "orchestrate" a little temporal anomaly in order for Tenric to participate as the year of the RPG is @ 70 ABY (when Tenric would be over a

Orlan spoke up, “When Tenric needed a replacement ship for his Headhunter, he managed to get the ARC in a rather under-the-table round-about way. Anyway, it had already been totally stripped, and was just a display piece. We repaired the flight control systems and droid socket; we also installed four medium laser cannons, taken from a pair of Y-Wings. We wanted to install a Y-Wing ion cannon

“SomaIII seems to be a sort of Force-well. The currents that run through the Force mix here in what seems to be a unique way. Using the Force for personal things is only marginally more difficult than in the wider galaxy in my experience. Reaching outward in any way, however, such as moving objects or sensing others thoughts, presence, or feelings, is difficult at best for those new to it.”

Before Tenric could continue, Kr-Ant spoke up again, “Where are my manners? Let me tell you a little about myself, first. I had a traditional upbringing at the Jedi temple on Coruscant. When the Clone Wars began, I had been a full Jedi Knight for several years already. I love piloting, and volunteered for any mission that let me have that freedom. Anyway, I was soon attached to Master Plo

Part III: A Promising FutureThe ride to the spaceport was filled with the ongoing enthusiasm of Orlan and Dale for the prototype. Orrell fielded question after question about design and capabilities and good-naturedly answered what he could. Tenric, for his part, sat still letting his friends’ enthusiasm wash over him. He wanted to share their sense of fun but couldn’t. Too much rested on

‘The taller one then is the one I sensed’ Tenric thought to himself as the wary one made a subtle movement with his hand and nodded as his companion’s posture stiffened in response to the sign. Slowly they both began to scan the crowd in a seemingly offhand manner. Neither Dale nor Orlan seemed to notice, as both seemed involved in whatever conversation was going on. From Dale’s body language and

….Kr-Ant and Orrell returned to the bar about fifteen minutes early, the two off-worlders ordered some food and non-alcoholic drinks, and retired to a booth on the far side of the bar, with a vantage point of the door and most of the room. Orrell literally sagged in his chair, happy to be off his aching legs and feet.…They conversed in hushed tones. Not that such behavior was out of place here

Part II: An Unexpected PartyIt was crowded in the Shaft as Dale and Orlan arrived and took a table along the outer wall. Payday was always crowded as the miners had fresh credits to spend on drinking and other, less innocent, vices. Dale spotted a table of Dure-Lite’s enforcers across the cantina and nodded to point them out to Orlan.“Some of your old friends?” He asked sarcastically.“Nope.