Captain’s Log: independent freighter Banshee
Captain Kelko Gen dictating (translated from Rodese)
Thanks to our highly competent navigator, we arrived in the Cholganna system without incident. Unfortunately, we arrived in the middle of a meteor swarm or some kind of asteroid collision. Looks like I picked the wrong time to drink heavily and stay up all night. Fortunately, the Banshee was up to the challenge of having several space rocks bounce off the hull ’cause she was handling like a brick dragging a parachute. Once I got us into orbit, we scanned the surface for the type of debris you might expect from a Munificent-class frigate. There was quite a lot of debris. At the very least, if the ship for which we searched was not on Cholganna, there was probably something else we could salvage so the trip would turn a profit.
I found a decent landing area only 1/2 a klick from a large deposit of debris. We geared up and ventured into the jungle, leaving the un-designated droid deactivated and stuffed in an escape pod. We brought IT-3PO with us, though. Azira marked the location on her datapad and was using it to lead us through the jungle when she stumbled (or something; I wasn’t really paying attention…try having a pounding hangover headache while you’re in a hot, humid jungle and see how focused you are). She started to fall into a ravine and I dove to save the only female on our vessel. Unfortunately, I tripped over a root and missed by a wide margin, taking a header into a ravine deep enough to turn me into a chunky blue-green paste at the bottom. I was prepared to kiss my ass goodbye when I landed on a ledge. As I lay there contemplated my mortality, the datapad landed on my chest. I don’t know where Azira ended up.
The sounds of gunfire from above told me the human found some trouble of their own, so I tried to see where Azira landed. She was quite a ways below me, and injured, but not dead. There must have been some … Force … protecting her, or maybe Bothans bounce. I shouted up for the humans to stop playing with their guns and lower a rope to us, but they didn’t pay attention to me for quite a while. They eventually lowered down some vines, because we, intrepid jungle explorers that we are with an EXPERIENCED explorer as pilot, FORGOT. ROPE. Clearly, I picked the wrong day to stop smoking.
It turns out, they were shooting at some bugs that were infesting the tree they got the vines from. Humans…can’t even deal with some bugs without their guns. Still, they’ll be useful if we run into an Nexu. We retreated back to the ship because we also left our medpacs on board, and after falling down a cliff and being attacked by bugs, we thought it might be useful to have some sort of first aid capability. We went out again and finally found the debris. It was a crashed escape pod. Our investigation revealed that it was infested by more, different bugs. Maximo, aka Other Human, devised a plan to smoke them out. Unfortunately, while working on putting his plan into attack we were attacked again by some sort of tentacled, toothy monsters. One of them dragged me into the trees, despite my best efforts to stab its face off. Fortunately, the humans shot it until it was dead and it dropped me. It looks like I picked the wrong day to stop huffing glue.
I hearby name Cholganna IV The Planet of Falling. I am tired of falling. It hurts. I don’t bounce well. I’m going to have nightmares now about falling.
We finished making our Log of Smoking Out Nasty Bugs and Maximo pushed it into the water toward the escape pod. It did its job and we were able to finally investigate the pod while we utilized it as a makeshift shelter in the evening. The pod was definitely from the Sa Nalaor. Azira managed to get a cockpit recording of the escape pod working and since we only found one, crushed corpse in the pod itself, we determined there might actually be survivors. That complicates our salvage.
The next morning, feeling better than I did the day before, we set off again. Fortunately, we neither fell off a cliff nor did we encounter any ravenous animals. We did, however, find the main wreckage of the Sa Nalaor. The jungle reclaimed the outer hull, so it was quite well camouflaged, but I was certain we could still get inside. I hope today wasn’t a bad day to stop taking deathsticks.