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

The Jewel of Yavin, part 5

I thought I died, but was just full of holes

Duros_male.jpgPersonal Journal – Day 6811 of Exile

Much to my surprise, no one fell to their death as we climbed up the central air shaft toward the vent that would lead up into the museum. Apparently, Cloud City has problem with pest control, but we managed to avoid the rawwks* nesting in the air shaft. We didn’t even set off the alarm when we broke into that storage room, though we had to neutralize a droid and destroy another. There was another security droid patrolling the museum, but Herrick took care of that one while I opened the door to the room holding the Jewel of Yavin.

Unfortunately, there were guards in that room and before I could tell them about the plight of the Duros people (or subject them to my brilliant drunken, recently passed-out partier schtick) they opened fire.

The situation was not ideal.

Despite our efforts to relieve them of their duties, they tripped the alarm and locked the door. Ungrateful mammals! Naturally, this summoned more guards to shoot at us. Apparently, at ME, specifically. Caring not for the plight of the Duros people and their designated representative, they gunned me down.

Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time… The stars wheeled overhead, and every day was as long as a life age of the earth… But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I’ve was sent back until my task is done, revived by Dr. J. When I had my wits about me, I resisted the urge to change into stark, white robes. The room was filled with the bodies of the hapless guards who were more dedicated to their jobs than their lives. In short order, we snatched the jewel and made our escape.

I called Arend Shen to arrange our pickup, as planned. We made our way to the pickup and boarded the waiting speeder. Naturally, someone decided to plant a bomb on the speeder and also sent a squad of goons to shoot at us just in case our speeder didn’t blow up (which it didn’t because we’re that good). Arend had betrayed us! My opinion of mammals and their trustworthyness has not improved. In a fit of bigotry, I suggested we steal Baron-Administrator Calrissian’s ship in which to make our escape. That was vetoed.

It wasn’t easy, but we returned to our ship and blasted off with the jewel and no payment. Selling such a rare and distinctive gem will be a challenge, but I’m hoping to at least break even. The universe owes me that.

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