A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away....
STAR WARS: THE MANDALORIAN WARS
War! System after system has fallen
before the terrible war machine of
MANDALORE THE ULTIMATE. Thirteen
years after conquering the Outer Rim, his
crusade against the Republic has begun.
Facing this great threat, the Republic
pleads with the Jedi Order to lead the
war-weary armies to victory, but the Jedi
Council cautions only patience and pacifism
as the onslaught of the mighty NEO-CRUSADERS
draws ever closer to the heart of the Republic.
Against the Masters' wishes, the prodigal
Jedi Knight REVAN has rallied together a host
of his fellow Jedi to defend the Republic and confront
the terrible might of the invading Mandalorian forces...
Coruscant, the bustling city-planet, the heart of the Republic, surrounded by an artificial ring of warships. It could be seen even from the ground, as three men looked out from a window past the sunset at the ships up above them. A pale grey-haired man, shorter than the other two with bony features and a scowl. He turned to the large Kel Dor beside him, a fearsomely visaged alien in a mask that always announced his presence through the steady repetition of his breath. The alien looked down at the human, "You're ready?" He growled with a hint of impatience.
"Let's get this over with." The human replied, turning and walking down a long corridor into the senate chamber.
"-And so I plead with you one final time!" A dignified and impassioned woman said, standing upon her platform to address the senate, "Vote Yea tomorrow, for the safety of our Republic. I am calling for a total and complete shutdown of all so-called 'refugees' into our systems. They look like us, they speak like us," She began pumping her fist into the pedestal in front of her, "But they are not us!"
Soon her speaker was deactivated, followed by the Chancellor Tol Cressa's droll admonishment that she'd exceeded her elapsed time. The pale human sitting in a platform turned to the Kel Dor with a sardonic look as the chancellor announced, "The floor yields five minutes to Chairman Stayr Vrim Valorum of Ardat-Sienar Technologies."
The sickly-looking man leaned in towards his microphone, neglecting the controls to move the platform towards the center of the rotunda, "On behalf of my company and also three other corporations and seventeen systems, the names of which will be published later today..." He began, "We hereby end all ongoing private and public contracts with the Defense Ministry and your respective systems, senators and representatives-" The chamber was immediately in an uproar, though only one voice echoed through the great theater as he hurriedly rushed his statement, "I am here to tender our secession from the Galactic Republic, and to send a message on behalf of our new benefactor."
Just as Stayr's words left his lips. The younger human beside him strode forward and hooked up a comlink to the platform's controls. He sent the pod slowly drifting away from the dock and the three quickly made their way off of it before it could float too far. "Now get me out of here." The frail-looking man said after he hopped off, looking quite shaken.
The pod drifted into the air towards the center of the chamber and quite abruptly, a holoprojection appeared... towering twenty feet tall and fearsome even in the ghostly form of such a projection- Mandalore. "Members of the Galactic Senate. Coruscanta adate... I now presume to have your attention. No more will your propaganda deafen your people to us... The time has come for you to make the choice between life and death."
He wore a golden mask, the 'T' visor unmistakable upon it- a flowing red cape and brown heavy armor. Mandalore the Ultimate- covered head to toe and every bit as immense as his reputation had foretold. Holonet stations scrambled to interrupt broadcasting for this monumental declaration.
"To those who surrender! -you will treated as the sons and daughters of Mandalore, as if you were Taung yourselves... A glorious life, and a stronger galaxy! Yet to those who resist... you and your kind will be annihilated wholesale, your worlds purged of their life. The earth shall be turned to glass, your monuments dashed to ruins- and your bloodlines extinguished."
Stayr walked at a brisk pace, flanked by his escorts, through the hallways of the senate building. Five armed republic guards approached them, their squad leader putting his hand out to stop them, "Chairman Sta-" The large Kel Dor seized the officer's hand and broke his arm, then swung him into another one of the guards before he attacked the third. The other human went to work dispatching the remaining two as Stayr looked on, wide-eyed with alarm.
"Serocco, Cathar, Althir, Nouane, Eres, Wayland- They are all now but dust and ashes..." Mandalore said, his voice booming and dark as he gestured extravagantly before the Republic, "Yet what of the Iridonians, the Zeltron, the Mandellians and Togorians? They are all our brothers... Mandalorians! They do not suffer your false republic, or the laws made by this corrupt gathering of politicians and liars."
The trio hurried marched down into the elevator and immediately began to plummet down to the underside speeder docks. The other human, thick-necked, eagle-eyed, and clean-shaven with a scar arcing on the side of his head, plugged the officers' comlink into his ear as the Kel Dor tied a belt a blaster around his waist. He handed one to Stayr, who looked down at it and then up to the fearsome alien, "I don't know how to use that."
The Kel Dor dropped the spare belt and blaster and looked out the window at the sunset, "You will, soon enough."
"Therefore, I have but one thing to say to you now, men and women of the Republic. If you are warriors and will fight, then fight! If you cannot fight, then prepare to defend yourselves. If you cannot defend, then flee as far as you can...
But if you will not retreat- die."
TL/DR- OOC StuffSeeking 2-3 players.
The PCs will be Jedi padawans who answer the call to war, with the exception of one who may be a highly skilled Republic soldier to act as their liaison; the Jedi's go-between to the Republic Military.
I will be playing a Jedi Knight who will join the war effort as well. You can play her padawan(s), or just a padawan who just knows her. She'll nominally be in charge of the group, you know, to keep the plot from getting stagnant.
She'll be a female twi'lek for... reasons.
If no one plays a Republic soldier, I'll GM NPC that person too. Though in that case their role will basically be to distribute mission briefings and sexual innuendo. *cough*System or no:
I'm leaning towards system, and SAGA in particular. I dislike many of things about it, but it can do the job. I feel like a Star Wars-specific system is required for this because I think the dramatic tension loses its edge in more freeform systems. Jedi are, in-universe, quite OP. But not without weaknesses. In many games and films, we see non-Jedi taking on Force Users in ways that are the most disadvantageous to the them. You don't fire a blaster at a lightsaber-wielding guy and expect to hit them, yet mooks line up in droves to get cut down. SAGA, I find, addresses this splendidly. The classes are fairly balanced, and if a non-Jedi actually plays it smart and doesn't fight the Jedi in ways most favorable to the force-user, they can really give 'em a hard time.
I want to you, the players, to have a real sense of dramatic tension about the possibility that your characters could die or become permanently changed by their difficulties, physically or mentally. You won't be fighting stormtroopers who can't hit the broadside of a sand crawler. You'll be fighting an enemy that is cunning and tough, one that will test your characters. Will you rise above the trauma of war and maintain your integrity, or will you fall to dark temptations? Perhaps there is a middle-ground, perhaps some people will need to put their hands in the dirt to keep clean the souls of the innocent.Themes and Tone:
This will be a dark game, at least for Star Wars. It's War and War is heck. One of the big themes I want to explore is the Jedi PCs being exposed to the whole wide galaxy outside the lens of the Jedi. They are technically self-exiled, and no longer bound by the rules and regulations that their way of life has imposed upon them. Even so, they've joined the war out of a sense of good- to right wrongs and come to the aid of a Republic in peril. But you know what they say about the road to hell...At what point does the sacrifice of one's morality become too great to endure?At one point does one step back and just stop?The Masters say that engaging in this war will lead to the Dark Side, but they also said that of love.
Abandoning the Republic to its fate is evil by inaction... isn't it? Perhaps if the Masters are mistaken about this, then they are mistaken about a great many things.
That long IC above was mostly my fun little attempt to do something equivalent to the 'in medias res' introduction that most Star Wars films/games begin with- an action sequence to capture your attention. Your PCs would be already in the employ of the Republic, and conveniently the only ones nearby to respond to this dramatic turn of events in a timely fashion. In other words, prepare for a speeder chase in the skies of Coruscant. However, the rest of the game may be more often on battlefields, with a lot of time devoted to the down-time when your characters get a chance to cool down and respond psychologically or inter-personally to the things they've seen and done.
Of course, this being a total different format than film or video game, I can start the RP off on a much less dramatic note.