Captain’s Log: independent freighter Banshee
Captain Kelko Gen dictating (translated from Rodese)
As the battle raged below us, we took a few moments to reflect. How did it come to this? How did we screw up so badly?
Now that that was out of the way, we patched up our wounds as best we could, blockaded the door, and waited for the firefight to die down. Fires burned into the night, and we took turns taking watch while the others tried to get some sleep. In the morning, we were relieved to see that the fighting had stopped. We couldn’t tell from our vantage point in the hanger who won the fight, but there were plenty of carrion eaters having breakfast. Maybe the animals won.
We crept downstairs. Yup, the animals won. Unfortunately, none of the cybernetic nexu were dead, so I was missing out on all the sweet salvage that could pay for this debacle. We did stumble across Captain Loonydrawers, or at least, what was left of him. Maximo took his comlink, which appeared to be heavily modified, if not outright guerrilla tech. It might be worth something. Naturally, we managed to attract the attention of one of the feeding nexu, and our warm, living, fleshy bodies appealed to it as breakfast more than whoever it was currently eating. We blasted it as it charged, but it still managed to grab Braddock and further mangle the human before we were able to put it down. Now we had to drag his unconscious bulk around the jungle for goodness knows how far back to our ship. Not to be deterred by any semblance of good luck, our voyage to Cholganna IV gifted us with Imperials drawn to the sound of our blaster fire. We managed to get out of the refugee compound and into the reeds by the river before they found us, all because Other Human decided he needed to watch them.
Part of me wanted to eat my blaster. Another part of me wanted to make Other Human eat my blaster. A third part of me wanted to start blasting Imperials. The rational, I-Want-to-Live part of me decided surrendering to the Imperials gave the greatest chance of not dying today. So, we surrendered. We explained the situation, leaving out parts that sounded illegal and emphasizing that we were just looking for some salvage and that we were definitely not into sedition, terrorism, theft, or anything like that. The other Rodians had already spilled their guts to the Imperials though, and threw us under the speeder. I told the Imperial in charge, “You can’t trust Rodians!” He seemed to like my self-deprecating groveling and they escorted us back to our ship. I wanted to throw my arms around Banshee and hug her and kiss her forever and ever, but she’s really big and it would have looked strange if I had wrapped my arms around the landing gear. We blasted off of Cholganna IV with no salvage, many wounds, and our pride in critical condition. But we were alive, and in hoc to an Imperial officer.
We briefly considered skipping out on our employer, but I couldn’t convince everyone to flee to Zeltron and hang out with the scantily-clad hedonists. We didn’t have any money, besides. Since we had no money, we couldn’t even return to The Wheel because we couldn’t afford the docking fees. We had no choice but to press on to Raxis Prime and meet up with our employer. Hopefully, the information we had would still be worth the 10,000 credit he promised us.