(Death Disabled - just thought this might be a fun battle. Feel free to autokill any NPC Devlikks or NPC slavers you'd like depending on which side your character is on.)
There was not much on the planet of Ord Radama, apart from the local Devlikk population. The Devlikk were a short-lived, diminutive species. They were also quite peaceful, making them ideal targets for slavers. The Jedi Padawan, Drow Venn, had heard tell of such tales at a local cantina; tales that a remote Devlikk village, high into the mountains, was often raided by slavers. The short lifespan of the Devlikks made them great targets as the slavers could return year after year and still have a new crop of people to kidnap and sell.
Drow didn't like it one bit and he had intended to do something about it. He and his droid R2-500 had journeyed to this remote village and met with the people. The locals were happy for the help, though justifiably suspicious of outsiders. They had told him that the slavers came in hordes, often hiring mercenaries to protect them when they made their runs. One Devlikk even swore that he'd seen one of the slavers' mercenaries wielding a lightsaber but he was nearly blind so Drow took his words with a grain of salt.
Drow had already been there two weeks, getting familiar with the local terrain and the people. He had encouraged the local Devlikks to take up arms and some of them had, taking out old slugthrowers or the occasional vibrosword. But they wouldn't be enough; Drow knew that. That was why he'd sent out a distress beacon to his fellow Jedi and anyone else who might be listening to come to his aid and help defend the local Devlikks from these slavers. While Drow didn't relish the idea of taking lives, he grimly contended that it might be a grim possibility.
The sky suddenly grew darker as three shuttles began descending upon the village. The slavers had arrived. Mothers shepherded their children into the safety of the underground bunker while those choosing to fight took up positions in their huts.
"Here they come! Get ready!" Drow bellowed out to his fighting companions.
There was not much on the planet of Ord Radama, apart from the local Devlikk population. The Devlikk were a short-lived, diminutive species. They were also quite peaceful, making them ideal targets for slavers. The Jedi Padawan, Drow Venn, had heard tell of such tales at a local cantina; tales that a remote Devlikk village, high into the mountains, was often raided by slavers. The short lifespan of the Devlikks made them great targets as the slavers could return year after year and still have a new crop of people to kidnap and sell.
Drow didn't like it one bit and he had intended to do something about it. He and his droid R2-500 had journeyed to this remote village and met with the people. The locals were happy for the help, though justifiably suspicious of outsiders. They had told him that the slavers came in hordes, often hiring mercenaries to protect them when they made their runs. One Devlikk even swore that he'd seen one of the slavers' mercenaries wielding a lightsaber but he was nearly blind so Drow took his words with a grain of salt.
Drow had already been there two weeks, getting familiar with the local terrain and the people. He had encouraged the local Devlikks to take up arms and some of them had, taking out old slugthrowers or the occasional vibrosword. But they wouldn't be enough; Drow knew that. That was why he'd sent out a distress beacon to his fellow Jedi and anyone else who might be listening to come to his aid and help defend the local Devlikks from these slavers. While Drow didn't relish the idea of taking lives, he grimly contended that it might be a grim possibility.
The sky suddenly grew darker as three shuttles began descending upon the village. The slavers had arrived. Mothers shepherded their children into the safety of the underground bunker while those choosing to fight took up positions in their huts.
"Here they come! Get ready!" Drow bellowed out to his fighting companions.