>>5527989>>5527990>>5527993>>For the sheer bullshittery of pulling double nines and so many fucking nines…>>I’ll give you the free Resolve roll to pass the check to draw upon the Kakerox Crystals…>>And a free pass on what I would’ve otherwise had you roll…It’s easier to call upon the flame when there’s a nearby source of heat. But the Force nonetheless responds as you raise your hand, and draw heat into the air in your palm. The blade of your other lightsaber swells a brilliant gold as the Kakerox crystal within the matrix <span class="mu-i">sings</span> in harmony with your own power.
Motes of flame leap into your fingertips.Thrusting your arm out, a furious tongue of fire blasts from the empty palm of your hand. It catches Potkin in mid-air, wide-eyed and alarmed, as she leaps to join you on higher ground. Beneath her, lower on the platform, the other Jedi Masters are equally shocked and surprised at the unexpected power.
But she is fast. In the middle of her leap, she drops the crates. Before they’ve even hit the ground, she’s already conjured a shield with the Force. The flames lash against it, blasting itself furiously. Potkin grits her teeth, but maintains focus as she reaches the apex of her jump, and prepares to bear down upon you…
Then, something unexpected happens, and you only recognize it heartbeats before it happens. All of the crates and cargo haulers she carried sprayed dust, detritus, fine particulates and the byproducts of industrial excavation across the entirety of the mine. Not so wide a cloud as to be a danger to the other Jedi, or the mineshaft itself.
Alas, the same could not be said for you, but <span class="mu-i">especially</span> Master Potkin. The unwitting architect of her own demise, who only realizes what she’s done with wide-eyed horror as the first spark catches…
<span class="mu-s">KA-BOOM!</span>
The air ignites. A blazing fireball erupts into existence, and the sheer heat of it nearly sears the hair off your body. The shockwave nearly causes you to stumble. Potkin had attempted to raise a shield to defend herself from your initial attack, but the dust explosion attacks at her from all directions. Half of her simply vanishes as the sphere becomes bigger, wider, then the size of an escape pod before it burns itself out.
It is a brilliant explosion that burns hot, but quickly. A burning mass emerges from the fireball, one you vaguely recognize as Potkin. She falls at the base of the crane, screaming as the flames find purchase on her body. They lick at her skin, devour her hair, make ash from her robes. The previously clean air of the mines is suddenly fouled with the stench of burning meat.
The other Jedi are too stunned to act, even as they raise cries of alarm. But as she’s desperately pinwheeling to extinguish the flames and shed her robes, instinct causes her to drop her weapon…
<span class="mu-i">Now!</span>
You extinguish the flames in your hand, <span class="mu-i">reach</span> out with the Force and <span class="mu-i">pull</span>.
(cont.)