Jedi had long been guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy. Now, the few that were left were in hiding, if there were any left other than Trangle and Tahla. Trangle's home planet, Mon Calamari, had suffered terribly at the hands of the Empire. Trangle's home away from home, the Jedi Academy, was destroyed. As Trangle stole a small glance at the stars dancing in jewel-like flashes in the bluish glow of Brentaal, he found himself at a crossroads.
At the cry for help by the injured maintenance woman, Trangle could endure this endless prison no longer. He looked from the woman to the stormtroopers, and to his utility belt where he kept his lightsaber, then back to the stormtroopers. He started to reach for his weapon, but then froze, staying his hand.
Patience. Prudence. Jedi use their powers to defend and protect, never to attack others.
There had to be another way out of this.
Use the Force (sense surroundings): swift action d20+8= 20, ignores total cover and concealment.
Perception: d20+15= 17, keeping an eye on the approaching tunic-wearing men, even though he doesn't have line of sight.
Holding a move & standard to see what happens next.
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.