Captain’s Log: independent freighter Banshee
Captain Kelko Gen dictating (translated from Rodese)
I gotta keep this one short. The nexu could get smart and start up those stairs at any minute. We’re really stuck between the asteroid and the space worm now. The former Captain of the Sa Nalaor? Turns out he went a little crazy after crashing here. Still lives here, in this compound with the surviving crew. They brought us here after capturing us with those other rodians. We managed to get the humans back on their feet, but now that other droid, the one who won’t tell me his designation, only his “name,” is deactivated. The rodians were awfully eager to have Captain Cuckoo Crazypants feed us to his nexu. but fortunately, we were able to convince him not to kill us just yet by dropping the name of his son’s company. It would have been nice for our employer to tell us the family ties his employers have to this wreck and its Captain. Yeah, that would have been very valuable information, indeed.
Turns out, not everyone in Captian Nutso’s camp is as enamored of hiding out in this jungle as he is and we found out the lady responsible for the cybernetic monstrosities we’ve been fighting was part of the crew and really does not want the Empire to find her. I can sympathize, and we offered to take her out of here when we leave, if she’ll help us leave.
Just when it looks like we’ve got a good escape plan in our back pockets and Captain Insano McCrazy might not kill us on a whim, the blasted Imperials show up. I’d wager ten credits to my left gonad they followed those other rodians from The Wheel. Fortunately, their arrival caused mass chaos and we were able to retrieve our gear in the confusion. Unfortunately, the cyber-doctor lady decided they were coming for her and let loose her nexu, screaming how no one was going to take her alive. Braddock and I headed for the makeshift shuttle bay to see if we could get the shuttle working, despite the camp mechanic’s insistence it was totally junked. Everyone else here is either crazy or lying to us, so I figure she might be half-cracked, too.
The shuttle was junk. Just a shell. It figures SHE’D be telling the truth. Azira and Maximo made it up here to the shuttle bay while we were looking things over and it looks like the survivors and the Imperials are wiping each other out, with help from the nexu. Maybe we’ll catch a lucky break and they’ll kill each other off so we can take all the salvage I can fit in my ship and we can blast off of his hellhole.
I just know I’m going to see nexu comin’ for me whenever I close my eyes now.