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Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Smith's Rest | HQ Tram Station
January 16th, 2677

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Demi shrugged as his offer was ignored and flicked the gum stick into his mouth, pocketing the rest of the pack. Minty goodness flooded his taste buds, disguising the fact that he hadn't been able to properly brush his teeth in seventy-two hours. He wagged his head from side to side as he walked and listened to Alan Fouren introduce himself, the ball of gum sliding between his cheeks in concert with the movement.

"...the city that everyone loves to use an example on why it’s so hard to go indie."

There was an awkward shift in Solon's gait upon hearing that, like he'd gotten lost in thought and almost tripped over his own foot. He was all too aware of why 'going indie' was shorthand for suicide. Any discomfort he might've felt was brushed over after a moment of silence that could've passed for him thinking of what to say next.

"Can't say I've heard of the place," he confessed at the mention of some little town named Dead Springs. It wasn't much of a surprise; he'd never been as far south as Atlanta. Hell, he and Mara only ever went as far as Seattle before starting the trip up to New Anchorage. They didn't cross the ocean to sightsee. "Sounds like its got a helluva sad story, though. You'll have to tell me that one sometime."

"I'm Demetrius, or Demi, either works, n' I'm from all over. Originally, though? A quaint lil' place called Saxony on the other side of the Atlantic, in Paragon's core. Flew for an outfit called Black Steel." Solon said, craning his neck to get a look at where they were going over the shoulders of the person in front of him. "What brought you up to the frozen ass end of nowhere?"

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Smith's Rest | HQ Tram Station
January 16th, 2677

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Another pilot was sparring with Graham, asking questions along the same line Demetrius had earlier. Everything about this whole operation felt off. Not sinister, but off; like somebody had stuck a bunch of jigsaw puzzles in the same box and none of the pieces quite fit together. Demi gave the questioner a sidelong once over. He was rough, to be diplomatic about it. Worn down by time. His clothes were ratty and dirty, and his face looked like it'd been bashed in by a lead pipe one too many times. The way he talked about the job gave Demi a pretty good idea where he'd come from.

There was a strange, twisting feeling in his gut as he thought about every waster he'd ever encountered. Few of them had faces or names, and fewer still had been met outside of firefights. Times like these acquainted a person with strange bedfellows, Demi mused, as he took in the rest of the confrontation. It burned short and hot, with the commander getting under the waster's skin and the man being forced to hold back his anger. Wasn't hard to see he was angry, either, the way he was clenching his fists.

Demi waited until Graham turned back around to lead them away before he moved. He was strangely graceful in his step and just as quiet as he slipped through the small crowd until he was padding along beside the waster.

"He's a real treat." He muttered. The boy had a voice like a mouse, and a cadence that made an answering machine sound charismatic by comparison. Reaching into his pocket he produced an unmarked pack of gum, offering a piece up to the pilot with nary more than a grunt to earn his acknowledgement. "You got a name?"

Star Wars: The New Guard

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The usual suspects were stirring up trouble at the end of a bar. Liakurra didn't know what started it- he'd heard some commotion about an overpriced blaster or some other such nonsense. Wasn't anything out of the ordinary in a muck-slathered junker like this. What did catch his ear was some of the barbs tossed by those arguing.

"I bet my friends would pay a lot more for a twi’lek slave!" A man the 'tender called Kenspoo shouted at the hooded woman that had stepped up to him.

Grotesque words tossed about with little care by a man too small to be talking like that. Someone else stepped forward to trade words with him- some heavily four-armed rival that was quick to badmouth back, by the sounds of it. All three involved looked to be either armed or near enough to a weapon to cause trouble, and the Wookiee wasn't the only one that noticed. The bartender was offering credits to a scoundrel and a rat if they'd intervene to stop the argument from escalating to violence.

The Wookiee warrior didn't need any more of an excuse than that, and he rose to his feet with a growl in his throat and anger in his eyes. He trudged with weighty steps toward Oden Kenspoo, the Twi'lek and the four-armed, fast talking alien, arms wagging at his sides on approach. He towered over the tallest of the lot and weighed twice as much, and anyone with a passing knowledge of his species knew most of that wasn't fur or fat. All eyes near the stall gravitated toward him.

Oden looked nervous as he approached, and it only got worse when the beast leaned in close.

<"Little man thinks he's funny."> He spoke in something akin to a growled chortle. <"Wonder how funny he'd be without arms to sell with."> Liakurra reached up to pat Oden's shoulders, not-so-subtly alluding to a certain, well substantiated rumor about his species' pertinacity for limb removal.

After a few, quite moments passed, Liakurra instead reached down to grab the blaster pistol Kenspoo had been hawking. It was a piece of junk by all accounts- everyone in that room was carrying better heat than this. Still, it was the principle of the thing that mattered to the young warrior. <"Bartender says she doesn't want you starting any shootouts, so I'll be...confiscating this. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, here, eh?">

The Wookiee's intimidating presence and hand on the blaster was all he needed to do to escalate the situation in his favor, and Oden quickly realized he’d be getting no credits for his wares. After a moment's hesitation, he begrudgingly sighed, “Fine. Take it. It’s free! I don’t have the blasted time for this. Just take the blaster and the girl and leave me alone.”

Liakurra nodded and took the pistol, satisfied by the situation's outcome. He turned around and motioned for the other two to step away from the humiliated vendor's stall, holding the junker weapon in both his paws, clearly unsure what to do with the thing now that he had it.

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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V A U G H A N

Player Creation Points

PCP	Race	Attributes	Skills	Schools & Proficiencies	Social Class	Boons & Banes	Arc Points
14 (Low Power)	1 (Human)	5 (31)	2 (9)	2 (1)	3 (15GP)	1 (-15)	0

Arc

Arc Category	Description
Saga	Survive the Battle of Camlann by any means necessary
Epic	Bring justice to his family's murderer
Belief	Honor and Loyalty
Glory	Behaving honorably in all circumstances
Flaw	Consumed by hate

Core Attributes

Strength	Agility	Endurance	Health	Willpower	Wit	Perception	Intelligence
7 (2AT)(0AR)	4 (3AT)(0AR)	6 (1AT) (0AR)	3 (2AT)(0AR)	4 (3AT)(0AR)	4 (3AT)(0AR)	3 (2AT)(0AR)	3 (2AT)(0AR)

Compound Attributes

Adroitness	Mobility	Carry	Charisma	Toughness	Strength Damage Bonus	Grit
4	8	13	5	4	3	4

Skills

Skill Packets	Officer, Soldier, Other (3)
Riding	4 (4SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained, Teacher)
Drill	3 (3SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Tactics	2 (2SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Navigation	1 (1SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Strategy	1 (1SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)

Proficiencies

Proficiency (School)	Level
1H Sword (Officer)	1
Wrestling (Officer)	1
Pugilism (Officer)	1
Spear (Officer)	1

Soldier Bonuses & Costs

By Example: Gain +2 bonus to CP when Charging

Ride to Ruin!: You gain an additional +2 CP when mounted.

Skill in the Saddle(Talent; Radical Horse Defense I): Melee attacks aimed at you while you are mounted have a +1 activation cost.

Cost: 3 S&P/A for school

Boons & Banes

Boon/Bane (Cost)	Description
Enemies (+10)	You have some powerful Enemies who mean to do you serious harm. They may just want to ruin you and crush your name, or perhaps they want to cut your head off and put it on a pike. Either way, they’re willing to go out of their way—potentially FAR out of their way—to do it. The level of this bane indicates just how serious an enemy you’ve made. Enemies can either be individuals of significant power, or entire organizations or countries. Single, powerful individual, large group or organization, regional authorities (Sheriff of Nottingham, the City Guard).
Honorable (+5)	You’re genuinely honorable. You might not be a nice guy, you might not be a philanthropist, but you have a real sense of honor. Honor can’t be bought, nor can it be awarded. Honor is fought for, acquired, and maintained with diligence. To never break one’s word, freely given, to never violate certain rules, to treat others, and oneself, with respect. You’ve got this, and it is representative of real strength of character.
Old Wound (lower torso, left side) (+1)	You’ve suffered a severe injury that has never quite healed properly, and still pains you from time to time, and is particularly sensitive to further injury. Any attack that hits this location automatically inflicts stun equal to a level 1 wound to that area, ignoring all reductions, even if the attack inflicts no wound.If this bane is bought off, its cost to remove it is 5, instead of the 1 suggested by its cost.
Literate (Social, -1)	You know how to write using your own language. If you can speak another language, and it has the same alphabet or writing system, then you are likely able to understand and write in that language as well. This boon can be taken multiple times to learn unfamiliar writing systems.
Folks Back Home (Social, -3)	You have a family, a clan, a tribe, or some other social group that you are part of that cares for you. You are probably away from them right now, but they are there, waiting for your return. The level of this boon determines just how influential and wealthy these folks are, and how much they might be able to help in the event that you go to them for aid. Not having this boon doesn’t necessarily mean your character is an orphan or without family, just that the family is scattered, disunited, or unlikely to be able to provide cohesive aid. -3: Nobody important, but they are there.
Language (Anglo-Saxon) (-1) (-1)	You know how to fluently speak languages other than your native tongue. -1: You know another native language.

Inventory

Armor

Type	Name	AVC	AVP	AVB	Coverage	Qualities	Weight	Cost
Plate	Bascinet	8	7	6	Upper head, lower head; +1 AV vs downward swings	Hard	0	12 SP
Mail	Lamellar Ventail	5	5	5	Face‡, neck	Hard	1.5	2 SP
Mail	Lamellar Coat	5	5	5	Full torso, shoulders, hips, groin, thighs, knees	Hard	3	3 GP
Mail	Lamellar Long Sleeves	5	5	5	Shoulders, upper arms, elbows, forearms	Hard	4	1 GP
Mail	Lamellar Gloves	5	5	5	Hands	Hard	1	3 SP
Mail	Lamellar Leggings	5	5	5	Hips, groin, thighs, knees, shins	Hard	3	12 SP
Mail	Lamellar Boots	5	5	5	Feet	Hard	1.5	10 SP

Melee Weapons

Name	Type	Hands	Reach	Swing TN	Thrust TN	Defense/Guard	Qualities	Weight	Cost
Arming Sword(Early)	Sword	1H	Medium	7(+1c)	7(+0p)	7(1)	Spatulate Tip 2	0.5	1 GP
Lance(Light)	Spear	1H	Very Long	10(-1c)	8(+2p)	10(0)	Couched Charge, Heavy	4	1 CP

Shields

Name	Bash TN	Block TN	AV	Durability	Size	Wt	Cost
Round Shield	8(+0b)	7	8	15	Medium	1	10 SP

Miscellaneous	Cost
Urban Attire	1SP
Traveling Cloak	1CP
Rouncey	1 GP 1 CP
Candle Lantern	9CP
Candles x 2 (10)	14 CP
Waterskin	1CP
Week's Ration x 4	16 CP
Tinderbox	3CP
Parchment x 40	320 CP
Leather (cowskin)	1SP
Workhorse	10 SP 1 CP
Servant	1 GP (yearly)

Gear Calculations

Total Armor + Shield Weight: 16.5 Total Cost: 6 GP 9 SP

Total Weapon Weight: 4.5 Total Cost: 1 GP 1 CP

Total Misc. Cost: 3 GP, 2 SP, 6 CP
25 SP

Total Cost at Character Creation: 14 GP 1 SP 7 CP

Encumbrance (Full Gear/No Weapons Drawn): 21 - 13 = -8 Lightly Encumbered

Keeping track of money

Starting Wealth: 19 GP
Current Wealth: 3 GP 8 SP 5 CP

1 GP = 20 SP, 240 CP
1 SP = 12 CP, 1/20th GP

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