Banshee Follies - A Star Wars: Edge of the Empire game

Escape from Mos Shuuta
In which we acquire a ship

Captain’s Log: independent freighter Krayt Fang
Captain Kelko Gen dictating (translated from Rodese)

I can’t believe we had to steal this Corellian piece of Bantha poodoo. Still, it’s better than not having a ship, and far better than being stuck on that dirtball planet. Too bad that Trandoshan left his lizard stink all over the ship. I wonder if opening all the hatches and letting all the nastiness blow out into space will make things smell better?

Anyway, after getting busting out of prison, I tracked down my Bothan friend, Azira. She’s still a little idealistic, but we didn’t have time to philosophize. I also met up with a couple of human mercs (whose names I still can’t remember, honestly, they all look alike with their smooth, squishy skin), though I think one of them is a bounty hunter. I hope my name never comes across his target list. I’m not sure how we all ended up on the run from Teemo the Hutt’s goons in Mos Shuuta, but I wasn’t getting made into a jacket by those club-wielding piggies. We ducked into a cantina. I sidled up to the bar and ordered a drink. Azira clung to me and we tried to look casual. The humans ducked into booths behind us. I don’t know if it was the fact that I had a sexy female dangling on my arm or if the humans were just making too much damn noise, but we didn’t fool the piggies for long and they came at us. After spilling my drink, I blasted one of the Gamorreans, and even Azira got in on the action with her little pistol. One of the humans got his nose splattered, but honestly, it was an improvement, although, I was surprised to see a human’s face get even flatter than it already was. After dealing with the goon squad, the Devonarian bartender told us the best way to get offworld: steal a ship, but we were going to need to replace some hypermatter injector thingie first (I just fly ‘em, I don’t know what makes them go).

Fortunately, one of the few resources Tattooine is rich in is junk stores. So, we found a junk shop and tried to pick up the replacement part, but Azira just had too honest a face (I know, it’s unheard of for a Bothan). The owner didn’t buy her story that were there to pick it up for the ship’s captain, and he locked down his store and sounded an alarm. We hauled jets out of there and hid in the scrapyard while Stormtroopers responded to the call. Since when did the Empire give a space slug’s butt about crime on Tattooine? Fortunately for us, the junk store owner abused his droid and Azira was better at sweet-talking droids than she was humans. The droid agreed to go back in the shop and get the part for us if she did a few minor repairs on him. The droid was more than happy to screw over his boss. (Note to self: do not buy an R5 unit. Addendum: Make sure whatever droid you buy gets a restraining bolt.)

Naturally, just getting the part wasn’t good enough. We also needed to disengage the docking clamps holding the Krayt Fang down in docking bay Aurek. The only place we could do that was Spaceport Control. Fantastic. The bounty hunter feigned heat exhaustion (not much of a stretch, honestly) just outside the control center and as I tended to his needs, we kept an eye on the personnel inside. The other human and Azira snuck around the side entrance to try to find a way to slice into the system. They must’ve been successful because they came back out with no alarms blaring and no one in pursuit. Now all we had to do was get to the docking bay and steal our ship.

Unfortunately the Stormtroopers caught up with us on the way to the docking bay. They started blasting us, but we blasted right back, so they pulled out vibroknives and tried to shank us. Stupid stormies bringing knives to a gunfight. We ended their miserable existence, and if we hadn’t shot their armor full of holes, I would’ve taken some. My clothes have proved to be poor protection from blasters, vibroknives, and clubs. The docking bay was guarded by a couple of battle droids. I wanted to just blast them, but Azira managed to sweet-talk them into letting us deliver the part to Captain Trex, after all, we were the technicians who were going to install it. I don’t know why she’s better at sweet-talking droids than organics, but whatever. I’d been clubbed, shot at, and nearly stabbed, so my temper was a little short by then.

Captain Trex wasn’t as easy to fool and he ordered his droids to blast us while he tried to eat the merc’s face and take our hyperdrive injector thing. You’d think four cheap battle droid would be pushovers, but these things Trex had would give Stormtroopers a run for their money. They nearly took Azira out, but in the end, we reduced them to parts. We weren’t able to vaporize Trex, though, and I can only hope that A) he bled out on the docking bay floor, B) he didn’t hear me say I intended to skin him and make a coat out of his hide, and C) the engine wash from us stealing his ship incinerated his stinky, scaly, carcass.

For the record, we totally didn’t steal his ship. It was MY ship to begin with and I was taking it back from him. I seem to have very poor taste, though. I never liked the YT-1300, and I don’t know what I was thinking painting it the color of rust. (Note to self: maybe I can rename the ship Rust Bucket…or Trex’s Folly heh heh heh). This stupid thing! I think it transcribed my chuckle. Anyway, I think the old Counselor-class cruisers are much nicer ships. I always wanted one with a nice luxury pod under the cockpit with a two-level apartment and a nice swimming pool. Yeah. Just gotta find more artifacts and sell them. Did you know some humans, particularly Alderaanians, get really uptight when you sell antiquities to the highest bidder? It’s junk! Who am I to argue when someone wants to give me a bucket of credits for some ancient religious icons?

Well, we blasted off just fine, but the hyperdrive was still broken. One of the humans, um, the one with hair, I think, or wait? Do they both have hair? Well, he had a stimpack left and got Azira back on her feet. She ran to install the injector thing while I performed miracles flying the Rust Bucket and evade the TIE Fighters that decided they needed to shoot at my ship. The humans were pretty good with the ship’s guns, but it was my piloting that saved the day, because I am A. Mazing. I got on the comm and told the Imperials to stop shooting holes in my ship, but the Imperials required explosive maintenance before they actually stopped. Azira got the part installed and we headed off to scrub the ship’s records. I can’t let it out that I let a Trandoshan commandeer my ship like that. How embarrassing.

Braddok Tal and Maximo! That was their names! I ought to make those humans wear armbands or something so I can tell them apart.

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Beyond the Rim, part 1
In which we take a new job

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Captain’s Log: Independent Freighter Banshee (formerly Krayt Fang)
Captain Kelko Gen dictating (translated from Rodese)

Since blasting away from Mos Shuuta and that miserable dirt-ball planet, Tatooine, we’ve been busy fixing up the ship. We had to borrow some money to get things working again and I took the opportunity to rechristen the ship. Banshee. It took a while, but it fits better than Krayt Fang for us. I think we’re more likely to run screaming from a serious threat than to start biting it to death. At least, that’s my intention. I didn’t take all that time to acquire a ship just to die in a futile gesture of heroics for someone who won’t appreciate everything we’ve sacrificed.

Some time during our trip to The Wheel to meet up with our twi’lek benefactor, we discovered a droid the former occupant of our ship was keeping. I didn’t catch its designation, but Braddock surmised it was a bounty Trex captured. Well, anything to mess with that nasty Transdoshan is tops with me, so we activated the droid and invited it to accompany us to our meetings on The Wheel. The job the twi’lek had for us to was simple: go to a remote planet, find a long lost ship, and salvage some junk from it. The ship has been missing for so long it’s almost legendary at this point, and he just happened to have another droid for us to take along, IT-3PO, who once belonged to the former captain. Our stowaway droid started talking about double-crossing the twi’lek and keeping whatever salvage we recovered and selling it for our own gain. One of the humans wanted to haul jets right away (I think it was Maximo…it’s hard to tell those two apart; I should make them wear name badges), but I vetoed that idea. We needed to buy supplies and do some research while waiting for IT-3PO. The job was not to abandon our one passenger and do the job without him…it….whatever.

Now, I might not be above stealing from the rich to give to the poor (me–in fact, that’s usually a pretty good policy because those rich guys usually earn their money on the back of hardworking folk like me), but a deal’s a deal, and we already owed this guy. We surreptitiously deactivated the droid and stowed him in our cargo hold while we stocked up on supplies and equipment we would need on our expedition. (The droid’s player had to leave early to deal with a family emergency.) There was serious talk of slapping a restraining bolt on that droid, and despite our decision to NOT do it, we bought some anyway…just in case. I made sure Banshee had medpacs and space suits, just in case, while the others bought whatever they thought they would need. Once again, Maximo was short on money, so the rest of us had to make sure there was enough food and a space suit for him. For a brief moment, I thought about not getting a space suit for him and then, if we lost pressure I’d see what happens to a squishy human when exposed to total vacuum. I figured that might get messy, so I relented. Azira did some pretty brilliant research and got us an exact location and an efficient hyperspace route to the planet where this ship allegedly went down, so if nothing else, we’ll get there in one piece. I hear the planet is crawling with nexu. Good thing we have an expert planetary scout with us. (That’s me.)

IT-3PO took his sweet time getting to us, and it turns out, a 5-pack of rodians (they give honest acquirers of unlicensed antiquities like me a bad name) wanted him worse then we did. The two humans gave chase, causing all manner of commotion in The Wheel while Azira and I wisely stayed behind with the ship. I already felt like talking to too many people on the station would jeopardize our expedition, and I didn’t want to take the chance that someone would break in and steal my stolen newly-acquired ship. I helpfully called station security and eventually they brought the two humans, along with IT-3PO back to us. The charges against our humans were fairly serious (public endangerment, joy riding, vehicular theft, assault, etc.) and I only think a couple of the charges might have been embellished. Fortunately, the proper application of credits to the palm of someone in authority works better than those high-paid attorneys of which the Coruscanti Snobbery Elite are so fond. I’m going to have to start a ledger or something, because said money always seems to come from MY pockets. I don’t even like humans!

Maybe they’ll earn their keep on this planet we’re going to.

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Beyond the Rim, part 2
In which we don't crash on Cholganna IV

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.

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Beyond the Rim, part 3
In which we have a string of bad luck

Captain’s Log: Independent Freighter Banshee
Captain Kelko Gen dictating (translated from Rodese)

Sometime between our night in the escape pod mired in the swamp and moving the Banshee to the next major site of crash debris, Maximo caught some sort of bug. I’ll bet he drank some of the swamp water and got himself some nice parasites. Goldbricker. We activated the other droid and dragged him out with us. Although…I don’t actually remember giving the order to activate him. If that droid can activate himself, I may have to give more thought to putting restraining bolts on him. You can put more than one on a droid, right?

The wreckage we found appeared to be the entire drive section of a Banking Clan frigate. Braddock and I decided to scout it out while Azira stayed behind with the two droids. We managed to climb up on top of the wreck, and naturally, I found the weak spot in the hull and we fell into the ship. Landing in rushing water, we were whisked away by the current. I almost managed to drown, but was able to save myself just as I wished I had been born with gills instead of lungs. Fortunately, I was near enough to Braddock that he was able to help me out of the water. We found a safe way for Azira and the droids to join us, and began exploring the wreck while Other Human goldbricked and puked his guts out on the ship. I told him any mess he made was his responsibility to clean up. Maybe I should have locked him in the airlock while we were exploring. Cleaning messy out of airlocks is easy; you just vent them to space once you’re underway.

After a bit of exploration, we confirmed the ship we were on was the Sa Nalaor. Huzzah for us; at least we were in the right place. We also found the front half of the ship and headed there. I chose a safe landing spot rather than the more sheltered spot near the wreckage, because I was still shaky from nearly being drowned. Besides, who would be looking for us way out in the far reaches of the Outer Rim? Of course, Braddock had to go and say “I’m surprised we haven’t seen any nexu” or something stupid like that, because OF COURSE there were nexu in the ship. And not just nexu, NOOOOO, they were cybernetically enhanced nexu! What kind of sick bastard looks at a large murder machine made of teeth, claws, and bloodlust and thinks “This thing could really use some cybernetic enhancements!”? After letting them chew on the other droid for a bit (not IT-3PO; he’s valuable), we managed to put down three of the abominations. I then had the brilliant idea of cutting out some of the cybernetic enhancements to take back to our employer. We hauled jets out of the wreckage and ran into our friends from The Wheel, those rodians who tried to abscond with IT-3PO. We also ran into IT-3PO old master, the former Captain of the Sa Nalaor. The actual order of events is pretty fuzzy because Braddock decided, in the midst of my negotiations with the rodians, that he needed to shoot them all. While we were still injured from the fight with those enhanced nexu. We were also surrounded. Yeah, I’m thinking tactics is not part of his repertoire. Maybe that’s why he’s a bounty hunter and not a soldier.

The rodians blasted him so bad he was little more than a charred lump, though he did managed to survive somehow. Azira fled from the fight, and who can blame her? It’s not like we were in the strategically advantageous position. The other droid chose that moment to surrender us and offer up all our information, IT-3PO, and our salvage. I’m not sure what gives him the authority to do that. [Note to self: RESTRAINING BOLTS] I didn’t want to give up the salvage; I was already out a lot of money on this trip, so I negotiated with the rodians. They wanted Braddock’s hands. Since he was in no position to disagree, I agreed to slice them off for them and give the rodians a hand (or two). As I drew my vibroblade and moved to carve up some human, they spotted the parts we took off the nexu and agreed to take those instead. Dammit. I would rather they took Braddock’s hands. At least with no hands, he couldn’t shoot anyone I was talking to.

At least we still have information to take back to our employer. I just hope it’s enough to make up for the complete pile of Bantha poodoo this job has become.

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Beyond the Rim, part 4
In which our string of bad luck gets worse

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. Nexu.png

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Beyond the Rim, part 5

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.

Fantastic.

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.

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Beyond the Rim, part 6
TPK!

The journey through hyperspace to Raxus Prime gave us an opportunity to patch Braddock up some, though he would still need more robust medical facilities to make a full recovery. We also did some maintenance to Banshee. I was looking forward to giving our report to Riham and moving on; this job was too painful to make whatever he was going to pay us worthwhile.

Naturally, we dropped out of hyperspace right in the middle of the damn Imperial shipyard! I’ll have to talk to Azira about that later. I tried to convince the Imperials we were just there to drop a load of junk off on the planet, but they wanted to see our permits. Since we didn’t have permits and Azira didn’t have what she needed to forge us permits that quickly, I took Banshee down into the smog-shrouded junk yard planet. TIE fighters pursued us, but I am an awesome pilot and managed to outfly them in the junk canyons. The sounds of their explosions was most satisfying. Unfortunately, Banshee took a bit of a beating, so we were going to need repairs before leaving Raxus Prime.

We landed in Isotech’s hidden base, using the coordinates provided by Riham. His head tech, a Rodian named Norta met and debriefed us. He gave us 2,000 credits and promised the rest tomorrow when Riham arrived. We spent the rest of the day getting patched up and took the opportunity to browse their showroom. Tomorrow, we’ll meet with Riham and get the rest of our 10,000 credits, then haul jets out of here.

…the log ends here, unfinished.

After Action Report
Strike Team Auresh-2
First Lieutenant Maxim Bonosh reporting
As we approached the Isotech facility, we became aware of a firefight taking place in the landing bays. Apparently, our informants were correct. The Yiyar Clan rodians jumped the gun. This is why we should not rely on non-humans. We waited until the fighting died down; I had no doubt the rodians would be eradicated by the Isotech forces. There was a Correllian freighter occupying one of the bays, our after-action analysis indicated it was the “Banshee” registered to a rodian Captain named Kelko Gen, currently convicted of Antiquities Smuggling among other crimes and conspicuously absent from the prison in which he is supposed to be incarcerated. I ordered our assault teams to begin the operation.

The freighter managed to take off, but our ships destroyed it. An escape pod was jettisoned during the fighting. We scanned one lifeform aboard. The pod was tracked and landed on the planet. It is statistically unlikely the pod landed anywhere on Raxis Prime that will be survivable for a significant length of time and I believe allocating resources to capture its occupant are not justified at this time.

We sustained acceptable losses, and despite Isotech having a corvette hidden in the rubble of their base, managed to achieve our objectives. We prevented the escape of the Twi’lek Riham. Unfortunately, he was killed in the assault on the corvette’s auxiliary bridge along with a Rodian pilot and a Bothan.

Attached you will find a summary of the technology and data we recovered.

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The Jewel of Yavin, part 1
A Unique Business Opportunity

Duros_male.jpgPersonal Journal – Day 6808 of Exile
After a dull, dull flight, we have arrived at Cloud City on Bespin. I still marvel at the circumstances that led me to become aligned with this motley crew. I was unable to learn much about the Chiss, Herrick, except that “Herrick” is not his full name. The pink-skinned human, Xena is a little more open, but still a mammal, as is the twi’lek doctor, whom I shall refer to as Dr. J. None of them seem particularly interested in helping me restore my people to Duros and righting the wrongs the Empire has perpetrated there, but at least the reason we are on Bespin may serve to further my goals. We have learned of an opportunity here to acquire an item of great value: a gemstone known as the Jewel of Yavin. It will be a righteous caper, an old-fashioned heist, if you will, but the end result will serve the greater good.

I hope.

Aris Shen was our contact, the daughter of our benefactor, Arend Shen. We were to meet her in the market just past our landing bay in Port Town. Finding Aris in the crowd was easy enough, so easy, in fact, that several long coat-wearing, begoggled thugs also found her. It seemed ill-advised to let them apprehend her before we found out the details of this job for which we were hired, so we intervened after agreeing upon a rendezvous point. Naturally, the Chiss couldn’t keep it (his blaster) in his pants and took a potshot at one of the thugs. I didn’t want the Wing Guard to come down on us, so I made a scene. I grabbed one of the thugs, screaming bloody murder. Chaos gripped the marketplace and Aris got away as we distracted the thugs.

We finally got to the rendezvous point and Aris took us to her father, where he laid out his plan for us: We were to infiltrate the upcoming auction, drive up the selling price, then after the auction, steal both the Jewel of Yavin and the money. We were given a list of people we could manipulate into getting into bidding wars with each other, and introduced to another part of the plan. In order to be allowed into the auction in the first place, we were going to have to become semi-famous or at least flash-in-the-pan famous. We were going to accomplish that by entering and winning the Grand Prix. Fortunately, a Storm IV twin-pod cloud car would be provided for us. 1000px-Cloud_Car_NEGVV.jpg

The Grand Prix took place shortly before the auction, so we had a day to gather information and figure out how to manipulate the other players. Hopefully, the mammals can keep up their end. Scheming is much easier without sweat glands and other pesky mammalian autonomic anatomical responses.
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The Jewel of Yavin, part 2
Our plan doesn't come together

Duros_male.jpgPersonal Journal – Day 6809 of Exile
While most of the mammals went drinking under the pretenses of gathering information, I set about disguising our racing vehicle. It wouldn’t do to enter a cloud car into the race adorned in the colors of Cloud City’s Wing Guard. I finished my task and returned to our suite. Dr. J had spent some time casing the museum while Herrick and Xena were out drinking, so the night wasn’t a total loss. Of course, if Herrick and Xena actually learned anything from their “investigation” it was going to have to wait until morning, as they were barely coherent by the time they returned.

Fortunately, they did glean some information we could use about some of the other racers. Apparently, one particularly unpleasant fellow makes a habit of shooting other racers to remove them from competition, and is skilled enough that he doesn’t get disqualified himself doing it. I thought we should try to manipulate him into gunning for our competitors, but I don’t think anyone was paying attention to me. They did like the paint job I gave our cloud car, though. Unfortunately, they ripped it apart to remove the armor plating to reduce the weight. At least they didn’t scuff up the paint too badly.

Xena told us about banking droids that she saw, which changed our idea of what the bank job portion of our task was going to be. Dealing with a droid would be easier than breaking into a physical location; much less chance of getting shot, I should think. I made a mental note to go to Bespin Buy and pick up a restraining bolt. Meanwhile, we all paid a visit to the museum. The security cameras were well-hidden enough that none of us spotted any. I found that idea ludicrous to say the least. The Guide Droids in the museum were of great help, as long as we acted like tourists. The instant we tried to get more specific information from them that had nothing to do with the exhibits, they became annoying and unhelpful. I did find out the museum had changed hands since it’s original construction, so I paid a visit to the bowels of the city and the ugnaught-run Construction Guild.

After a bit of haggling, I acquired a complete schematic of the museum from the Construction Guild. Apparently, the ugnaughts have no particular loyalty to the tall folk who run the upper levels, but even still, it required lubricating his palms with most of the remainder of my money. We could now plan our post-auction nocturnal excursion to the museum with competence! Xena wanted to try a test run of hacking into the city’s central computer, and lacking an astromech, the only way to do that was to find a connected terminal. Unfortunately, since publicly accessible terminals were unsuited for this task, that meant trying to access one in a governmental building. We discovered these are under extremely tight security.

Regrouping as the day drew to a close, we went over what our tasks were:

  1. Win the Grand Prix
  2. Go to the Gala/Auction
  3. Bank Job to retrieve the credit bid on the jewel
  4. Museum Job to retrieve the jewel itself
  5. Escape
  6. Profit!

With a sinking feeling, we all looked at each other and realized we ALL had a very bad feeling about this.

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The Jewel of Yavin, part 3
Our situation does not improve

Duros_male.jpgPersonal Journal – Day 6810 of Exile

The Grand Prix was upon us. We rushed to get our racer entered, then I took a position in the grandstand so I could watch the race. There were many teams competing, but only a few seemed to be a serious threat to our chances. One local kid seemed to be a favorite, Rocket, Rayger, Razer? I think it was Razer. Looking at the odds sheets, I realized I should’ve placed some bets. Anyone betting on us was going to be pretty rich when we won.

Naturally, this backwater planet, as cosmopolitan as it wants to be, is incapable of keeping the track clear. The racers not only had to contend with competitors shooting at them, but big, stupid jellyfish and their winged predators, too. Xena and Herrick did a good job of avoiding them, but spent most of the race lagging behind. They just couldn’t seem to push their racer hard enough to catch up to the teams that got a good lead.

Fortunately, as the race neared its end, some well-placed blaster shots too everyone out except for Razer. I was relieved I didn’t bet on us; there wasn’t as much money in a second place win. Herrick took one last, desperate shot at Razer as the local racer was just about to cross the finishing line, causing him to spiral out of control and crash in a horribly conflagration. We finished! We were the only finishers!

… and we were disqualified for causing the death of Razer. Sith spit.

As we all reconvened, my thoughts turned to how I was going to brush up my resume. I was going to need a job. We didn’t have enough money to stay for much longer (or even to refuel our ship and continue paying the docking fees). Our team killed the local favorite racer. Going incognito for a few years was looking pretty good.

A Hutt’s representative approached us before I could make my move. Our bold racing strategy didn’t help us win, but caught the attention of a Hutt who wanted us to go to the post-race gala as his representatives.

I have a bad feeling about this.

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