Star Wars: Galactic System - CH13

[Name: Sion Wells

LV: 12

Class: Techromancer.

Health: 100%

Strength: 39

Agility: 41

Intelligence: 35 (+6)

Charisma: 20

Force: 70 (+54)

Credits: 7241.

Stat Points: 0]

Well.. there’s that, now what?

I still had that quest about training.

[New Quest: Do you even train bro?

Information: It appears you have understand the importance of self-improvement. This galaxy will test your abilities to their limits. Will you be ready?

Objective: Complete this regimen 40 times. (29/40)

-Strengthen Your Skills: Self-training is the key to improvement, so go out and train, and become stronger before the invasion starts! Maybe get a teacher, maybe don’t, just do something!

Rewards: Skill Book x2, +10 to all stats.]

I guess I could focus on that. There’s isn’t much I can do right now. I mean, sure I was a fan of the movies, and stuff, but my knowledge was very general, and not in-depth enough to plan for the future.

I also needed to find a way to make some money.

I only had 7241 credits in my pockets, and I had a feeling they wouldn’t last long.

Maybe I should find a job. Hopefully, I won’t need legal papers to work on something, I mean, I don’t recall the movies making any mention of that, then again… even if they did, I doubt I would remember such an insignificant detail, at least compared to the other things happening in the franchise.

Taking a deep breath, I dropped on my bed, closing my eyes to gather my thoughts. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. Despite having this RPG system or whatever to guide me, life in the Star Wars universe was proving to be a whole lot harder than I bargained for.

I ran my fingers through my unkempt beard, and sighed once more. "I really need to shave, I haven’t shaved since I arrived here."

As I mused about cutting my beard, a deep, gravelly voice echoed through the hallway. "Delivery for Sion Wells."

Delivery?

I didn’t order anything.

…

Fuck, I bet my ass this is another bounty hunter.

[New Quest: Survive The Second Round!

Looks like your presence hasn't gone unnoticed, mate. Ready to rumble?

Objective: Survive the confrontation. (0/1)

Rewards: ???]

I groaned internally, rolling off the bed and onto my feet. The quest information hovered in my vision, as I stared at the door before saying. "Coming! I’m just dressing up!"

I guess this a time as good as any to test my class. Technomancer. Taking a deep breath, I focused on what I could reach, connecting my sight to a camara in the hallway and using it to glimpse the unwanted guest.

He was a large, burly man, his silhouette bulging with what could only be heavy weaponry. His rough, scarred face matched his voice perfectly, gravelly and unpleasant. A dangerous opponent, no doubt about it.

"Shit," I muttered to myself.

…

Though now I think about it. The guy is armed from head to toe… and most weapons in the star war universe are fully technological, sooo shouldn’t that mean I can… interact with his arsenal? And if I could… I could just kill him with his own weapons.

I glanced at the man again, seeing his many weapons, one of them in particular, getting my attention. A grenade.

"Alright," I murmured to myself, summoning up every shred of focus I could muster. The grenade on his belt, it was a small, blinking dot in my vision, its technological pulse visible to me thanks to the Technomancer class abilities.

I… could detonate it.

From here… I could feel my connection to the grenade, a surging, nebulous strand in the digital ether. It was tangible, an almost physical tether that ran from the device back to me.

I smiled, feeling a surge of adrenaline. Slowly, I began to manipulate the data, my mind working to override the safety mechanisms built into the grenade. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple, but I barely noticed it. My gaze was locked onto the pulsating dot, my mind laser-focused on sabotaging the kill switch.

Pressure. More pressure. The pulse quickened, the device calibrated for a different purpose. A surge of data rushed past my senses, making me dizzy for a moment. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to hold on.

"Ready or not, here I come, Wells!" The man bellowed, his hand reaching for the door control.

Just as his fingers brushed the panel, I pulled on the invisible tether connecting me to the grenade. I felt the device spring to life, its internal system overriding with a surge of corrupt data. For a split second, time seemed to stand still. Then, with an earsplitting blast, the grenade detonated.

The hallway was engulfed in a bright flash, followed by a shockwave that threw me off my feet. I hit the floor, hard, with the taste of dust and ozone filling my mouth. My ears rang with the deafening explosion, but through it all, I could hear the man's surprised scream cut short.

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]

My head spun as I pushed against the floor, trying to regain my footing. The HUD flickered in my vision, the words 'You have leveled up!' splashing across it with a satisfying ding. That was one hell of a rush. With a grunt, I pulled myself up, pushing against the debris and smoke around me.

Note to self, never detonate a grenade so close to you.

The man's body lay a few feet away, lifeless and charred. Through the smoke and dust, my HUD illuminated the dark corridor with a ghostly glow, highlighting the destruction wrought by my actions.

I approached the man, intending to see if there was anything I could take from him before leaving, but there wasn’t much to recover from him, or much of him anyways.

I better find another place to hide.

Maybe I should camp in a forest or something, if this guy found me here, its only a matter of time before others come.

[Name: Sion Wells

LV: 15

Class: Techromancer.

Health: 100%

Strength: 42

Agility: 44

Intelligence: 38

Charisma: 23

Force: 73

Credits: 7241.

Stat Points: 15.]