Campaign of the Month: October 2014

The Dark Star Chronicles

3-10 to Christophsis
Nar Shaddaa Connection 1-21-17

3-10 to Christophsis
Roleldar Hayes – pilot
Sin-gar – gunslinger
Tah Hornen – bounty hunter indisposed
slicer – indisposed
Basstion Dec’con – sawbones
Jerec Predne – Politico

Other Encounters
Dyson Kloor – The Cleaner
Motton (Tyson) Kloor – the survivor(the chicken)

Dusty Tauntaun a den of misfits and undesirables even on the Smugglers’ Moon but even odd pieces have to make ends meet. But for a specific few some connections end up being parts of bigger puzzles.

“No I am serious, gents, I know suman has been following me. Maybe it was the guerfel that we left at the refinery” Basstion pleaded with crew on deaf ears. Sin-gar cut in “You mean the guy that fell into hole to the center of the moon’s reactor? Well your non-sense aside” pointing to the door as Jerec walked in from the street waving the crew over. “We got word for a job from one of my contacts. We have to leave now, he is a sketchy sort we have to meet him on a space station a bit away. Tah and Tym are not joining us on this one so clear your tabs we will be departing shortly.” Jerec directed the crew with a honed sharpness as the crew cleared out of the hub of villainy. “Boska boss man.” Basstion called over from the waiting turbo taxi for the dry dock.

The 720 ripped into existence out of hyperspace near a small satellite station. No hails, no active transponder, no movement at all accept and odd U shaped racer maybe. It was obviously Incom made remarkably similar to a speeder they released years earlier. Basstion shifted around in his chair. Unsettled by the ship, or maybe the station but he was obviously distracted. Roleldar began docking procedures an easy task for him but with the almost derelict space platform seemed unsure if it would split in half between the two docked ships.

As the air lock whined open the dank air rushed in. The smell of ozone and spice his Basstion an unpleasant tinge. Jerec leading the group inward was stopped by a rushing T’wliek obviously holding on by a thread before his next hit. Sin-gar went to react Jerec held his hand up staying the gunslingers barrage. “Voluw you said you had a job?”. Jerec conversed with his unstable contact as the others stood in the connection bridge. The halls covered in carbon scorning and muck. Roleldar looking over the walls began to back up to a bench. “I wouldn’t pateesa there isn’t a disinfectant strong enough to get the glaze of this place off of you.” Basstion quipped but with more truth than comfortable to any of the trio.
Jerec waved over the crew to the other side of the connection bridge to the dock of the U shaped vessel. The air lock released and gentleman in a well kept pilot fatigue stood waiting for them. Uptight or formally military Basstion didn’t know but he was obviously trouble for him and his but hopefully he was paying.

Jerec explained that we were taking this ship to meet up with a pirate who was dealing with a “rebel” faction to get some supplies that he reneged on prior. So a babysitting job. As the airlock engaged with a suction the babysitting job seemed more like a setup for a bad holonet movie. Two lanky hard boiled socorro types stood behind a Besalisk wearing a Chirq long coat and oiled stained jumper underneath. “Hello Hello my friends ready to make some money! EHA HA HA”.

Basstion sat at an table in the lounge the crew was coming and going with no sense of urgency. H2 sat nearby babbling binary at a rodian that mistaked him for a storage hatch. His binary assaulted haled by a painful silence as the ship ejected hyper space followed by the shuttering of the ship in response. The comms belched to life. “INCOMING Every one to their BZZTEZZZ” The comm went out as a huge impact hit the ship. The lights flashed and then completely died only the runway lights remain lit. Basstion launched from the table scrambled to his feet jarred grabbing his gear and took off for the main connection hall H2 scuttled after. The panic was palpable as the crew ran fore and aft some frozen in the corridor unsure what to do. “Hand to BZZTEZZ Red BZZsTes Engineering.” The comm struggled for words but the communication was clear to Basstion engines were down. He took off down the hall against the wave of panicked crew.

Turning the corridor through the crowd long behind, Basstion came to a blast door. Not abnormal if the reactor was breached. As he reached for the opening panel H2 rammed him repeating binary string over and over. “Wait what do you mean breach. You mean there is a full bore hole through the ship!” H2 whistled at Basstion’s understand. Looking back Basstion considered trying to circle around but the impacts to the ship were steadily increasing. They were dead in the water and if that didn’t change so would everyone on board.

The crew scrambled from the bridge in a panic. The captain barely in control of his men but with no way an escape pod could leave without being caught into the gravity well and tractor beam they were loth rats running in a box. Roleldar dove into the flood of panic breaking through to the piloting rig. The controls non responsive he reached for him commlink.

Sin-gar and Jerec bee-lined to the port and starboard turret. Mysteriously empty in the panic they both hopped into the gunnery pods. Adjust the hydraulic swivel both swung to and fro lining up their shots. The mechanical crink of the canons dislodged but the chamber didn’t respond with the burst of energy. Sin-gar checked his console. Jerec checked the coupling. Both grabbed their commlink.

“Power is out, you have to get that engine up!” In unison Basstion’s commlink erupted. H3 buzzed looking at the door panel.
Basstion was bracing against the far wall eyes fixed on the airlock. Breathing in sequence. He need his lungs empty when he hit the void. In. Out. In. Basstion took off for the airlock. H3 squealed his data spike rotating into the wall jack. The airlock breach shutting behind Basstion as he sprinted down the hallway. Out. In. Clearing the third breach gate as it closed Basstion lept exhaling. The air ripped out of the compartment as decompression took hold. Basstion cleared the air lock the sudden silence of the vacuum sounded like a boom in Basstion’s ears as his momentum carried him over the gap that would have been a hall completely breached and open to space. Basstion saw the blackness and the cause of him entering it standing menacingly. The design and its purpose was easily understandable to him as Basstion mind raced to avoid thinking of anything but breathing. Basstion collided with the far airlock as H3 flew in on rocket to the door panel. As he accessed the port Basstion scrambled with the remaining wiring of the non exist walk trying to complete any circuit that would assist the astromech. The void has taken hold of Basstion as he began to black out. He felt something brush past him. All of his senses were so far away like if he was feeling tremors in a hole as the blackness he fought against consumed his mind. Basstion slammed against the ground as the cabin re-pressurized. The shock forced him to inhale smashing him from the depths of the black into reality. Coughing at the burn of life Basstion spun around. He was on the far side the gap and was alive. A marvel that soon fell back into the current nightmare he face. Corpses ripped apart from the impact strewn about the engineering department. With grimace and dedication to dive through death Basstion steeled himself pulled a spanner from the wall and took a walk among the dead.

Sin-gar heard the spool and began firing on the Tie’s that screamed from the imperial battleship. Jerec hearing the familiar kachunk of chambers engaging from a turret followed suit. Seeing the defenses reactive the crew mates resolve steeled and began filing into turrets.

Roleldar slamming against the console over and over as the the captain frantically run around the flight deck. The consoles hummed to life as if done defending the right to be shut down. Roleldar kicked the ship into high gear. The transport roared to life more gunship now then cargo in its crippled state. It lit up the sky with a barrage that cut down the offense front and began to break away. Jerec and Sin-gar gunning every imperial that passed their holo screens

H3 whistled over the comms. A raspy voice of Basstion followed “Hyper drive primed move this vapor frame ship to anywhere but here!” Roleldar cut sharp as the turrets cut through the last Tie wing smashing into a bomber that spiraled toward the ship. As the ship slip into hyperspace the bomber spiraling into now empty space.

Basstion set on a crate in the the starboard hanger ghtroc freighter inhaling through a rebreather hooked up to a med sensor from the limited supplies the crew had before he arrived. R2-H3 chirped looking over the readings. Jerec walked through the bay keeping his distance. Setting a credit chit on one of the empty containers. Obvious Basstion’s meager cut. “These rebellious friends of yours seem a troublesome sort for such little payment when things always go wrong.” Jerec didn’t respond leaving the bay H3 followed to tend to his astrogation duties. Disengaging from the crippled space station their freighter was left at no worst for the wear. The U wing faded into the black from the view port from the bay Basstion watched from. “They still do not even know what they are really fighting for or even against.” The verniers cut as the hyperdrive spooled to live and dragged the freighter to the horizon.

Nar Shaddaa waning orbit noon local. All things that matter not to any of the residents of this moon. Most didn’t even bother resetting their chronos to local orbits as they were never on the moon long. In sector G7 in the small hooble of an apartment this very update chirped on the screen followed by a sharp strike from a condenser coupling quieting the chrono. Basstion’s flat small even for Nar Shaddaa poor. The Fresher condensed into a room barely big enough for a wardrobe. The few furnishings of the room, a water condenser and purifier now missing a coupling, a table, and a cot with a dormant body laid unconscious across it hooked up to a rebreather still recovering from vaccum expose. The room was a junkyard of parts, holo prints and datapads strown around the room. The door access panel erupted into chirping. Basstion shot up from the cot. Looking around the room for his communicator. No missed connections so no one tried to contact him and on this level defiantly wasn’t a pleasure visit. Basstion pulled the rebreather off his lung well recovered by now and head for the door. A misstep caused a chain reaction of sliding datapads Basstion slide face first towards the doorway as it slid open due to his approach. A Skakoan loomed from the hall his shadow cutting across the room.

Basstion sat up “Illuminate.” The room hummed to life in a soft blue tint light. “ Can I help you?”. The Skakoan walked pass him shuffling the datasheets and pads out of his way. Basstion posed to say something hesitate as the lighting of his features made it very clear who he was. Dyson Kloor, A cleaner, a freelance collector and hitman. His presence means the Rhydonium Rifters had called in on their debt. A debt that turned out to be completely useless, as he found more about his father’s murder from the local holo-news then the “Contacts” this rag tag swoop gang come up with. But Dyson was big time so that means they traded his debt for something else. “If I could ask your business with me that or you know where the door is.” Basstion pull himself to his feet. Dyson eye completely concealed by his lenses did not respond as he visually inspected the room. Getting to the flight models and frigate designs on the wall he abruptly stopped and turn to Basstion tossing a holodisk in his general direction. “This will be done or you will see me again. You do not want that to happen.” Dyson stormed out his heavy steps of haste to leave the cluttered apartment. For effect or from pass injury Basstion did not know, nor was that his concern in the fact the black book job was now squarely his immediate concern.

Basstion passed outside the ghtroc freighter. As the crew approached responding to his emergency hail. He explained the situation in a quick and not completely revealing summary. Sin-gar was first to speak up “What is the job?” Basstion held the holo chip in his hand rolling it around his fingers. “Don’t know honestly was afraid to view.” Basstion slide it into a datapad and handed it Sin-gar. “So what does it say?” Sin-gar reviews a few slide. “A break in and theft.” Jerec looks over his shoulder “Well technically a rescue of a corporate spy.” Roleldar chimed in “What is KDT Crystal?” Basstion’s shoulders slump “That is Kuat Drive Yard Christophsis HQ. It is not an assassination but this might not be much better.”

The crew waited patiently as the turbolift climb higher and higher. The lift-tube music resonated it’s upbeat hum. From the lift you could see the spiraling jade highways cutting through the gemstone plates covering the planet’s surface. The rising star’s reflection from the surface refracting across the city made from the same composite as the planet’s crust. “I really like this song we need to get it for the ship.” Sin-gar commented. Basstion’s deadpan expression upon him looking for reaction returned the lift to the lift-tube music solo.


The crew proceeded through the floor completely barren, but covered in amber synthetic tiles that that clicked against their heels.

Two hours ago

“So we are agreed a smash and grab.” Basstion brought up a holo projection. The KDY building spun slowly. The 54th level highlighted. “Going through the front requires turbo lift access so we will be entering via the express lane.” The map completed a rotation and stopped another building appeared taller than the first. And arcing arrow went from the roof off it to the 54th floor. “Sin-gar and I will jump pack up first to verify the landing. Jerec and Roleldar will fire grappling hooks. The crystal pane here will shatter at the piercing impact intentionally for emergency purposes.” Pointing to a side of the building. “Once we are in we have to search the floor. It should be light detailed so Roleldar and I will disable the entrances to prevent security from entering then proceed to search the far rooms. Jerec and Sin-gar the near rooms. We find the package then we call in H3 who will fly in the freighter rev the rear verniers which should be enough temperature difference that will cause the the east side window panes to collapse. We grab the guy we jump on, we back to the Tauntaun by second lunch.”

But plans never go as smoothly in action then in planning.


A large Gran gizzle with scars up and down his maw wearing a security jumpsuit and a DL-44 aiming at the unexpecting but heavily armed crew.

“I guarded this tower since the clone wars and I be damned if some youths with free time are going to break in while I am here!”

Roleldar raised his blaster. Basstion pushed it back down. Basstion raising his hand waved it infront of the Gran his three eye’s. His optical tendons didn’t stress nor did his corna shift. Basstion mouthed out “He’s blind”. The turbo lift chimed be hid them. The Gran rushed forward the crew split down the middle. “Running won’t save you from me!” Clearing the door the turbolift slide closed and a blaster bolt rang out. The odd happening unfolded and completed so quickly the crew unspokenly decided not to acknowledge it and proceeded to the roof.
The window pane bursted inwards and four pairs of boots clicked onto the amber tile echoing down the empty hallway. The group hit the ground with purpose breaking up into pairs. Roleldar and Basstion headed through the vacant lobby towards the control panels. Sin-gar and Jerec prepared to breach the first room.

Sin-gar nodded and Jerec engaged the open panel. An imperial officer stood infront of the door in the process of investigation the commotion from the hall. Sin-gar entered the office in silence his boots clicking against the floor. Jerec scambled to draw his blaster. The officer reacted pulling his holdout. But too slow for Sin-gar pulling his 45 with surgical accuracy letting loose a shot that caught the officer left arm. Throwing him off balance. As he let out a wild shot toward the ceiling. Sin-gar darted out of the doorway as Jerec fired frantically into the room destroying the comm station and the desk behind the officer. The officer distracted the flame erupting behind did not see Sin-gar final shot as it cored through his jaw. His corpse dropped life-lessly his officer hat fluttered into the air. Sin-gar reached out. “Nice hat.”

As Roleldar and Basstion posted up to the entrance of the far room. Four blasters cut through the silence of the floor. Roleldar charged into the room blaster loose with erratic shots. Basstion heard the thump and a roar and watched as Roleldar was knocked back out the door way. His shoulder smoking from a bolt in response. Basstion pulled two blasters and stepped over Roleldar into the room. The armored trooper not knowing of his existence written across his face as the energy spiraled out of his double barrels piercing him in the chest and neck and joined him comrade ias crumble on the floor. The room hummed with a ray shield in the back with a Skakoan standing their defiantly. “Get me out of here you fools! I-I demand to be released what did we pay you for! I am important not a grunt like you now save me!”

Basstion looked back “ You good?” Roleldar nodded. “I will get the package you watch the door.” Basstion pulled the a maintenance panel off the wall as Sin-gar approached Jerec infile behind him. Sin-gar tipped his new hat to Roleldar. “New fancy hat?” Sin-gar replied with a toothy smile.

Basstion rummaged through a mess of wires and piping. Tracing the ground he found a small integrated panel acting as the breaker. Seeing no reason to leave the power on for the floor at all Basstion ripped the whole board out. The floor began to glow red as the lighting on the whole floor sequentially went out doors opening automatically in response. Motton scuttled heavily toward Basstion and began to say something when a metallic scrape echo down the hall. “We got company!” Sin-gar called out crouching against the far wall from the door. A barrage of blaster bolts rained down the hall. Motton grasped onto Basstion who pushed him off into the corner. Jerec fell infront of the doorway his padded defense bare from the onslaught of what was ever in the hall.

Jerec saw it moments to late a hulking goliath of durasteel plate carrying a cannon more suited for a bunker then a close quarters battle. Calling with what he had left around the corner for cover. “H3 we need you…” Jerec transmission was the last then he spoke before falling unconscious. Roleldar ran forward into the adjacent corridor to pincer the mechanized behemoth. Spinning in response he hoisted his rifle to aim after him. Sin-gar let loose a bolt of opportunity catching the power armor in the side. Roleldar responded in kind firing down on the faceless suit. A gasket released from the back of the suit sending pressurized air hissing out. The operator panicked trying to reattach the component began backing up the hallway now into open view of the Eastern window, but it’s view was different from before. Instead of a rising sun twin ion engines blazed outside of them shattering the crystal into shrapnel piercing the suit dozens of time. The injured mechanized menace completely disengaged leaving fluid trails heading back into the office he emerged from and a blast door shut behind him.

Basstion slid around the corner to Jerec medkit in hands. “Up and at’em not abandoning you yet.” Basstion injected the his ally with a cocktail of chemicals. Pulling a pump of synthetic biomass filling in the ruptured hole in his abandonment. Applying a bacta pad and double injection of stimpacks. Basstion snapped his fingers looking for a retinal response. “Welcome back! Time to go! Sin-gar grab the package!”. Basstion picking up Jerec walking him on his shoulder up the ramp deployed for the awaiting freighter. Setting him in the rear passenger seat strapped him and Motton in. As the ramp lifted and the airlock closed a familiar screech erupted from the sky above. Basstion bolted to the engineering deck looking over the scanner feeds.

Roleldar response confirmed his fears. “Imperial Ties inbound!”

Gone in 60 Parsec
First person holo log.

Gone in Sixty Parsecs

First person hololog done by Basstion. Decided to try to write it in character instead of narrative, using outside ingame gimicks to right battle (Camera feeds from the refinery). Needs some work for sure but I like the general way it turned out. For speech I used colors that did not transfer. To see colored version

Roleldar Hayes – pilot
Sin-gar – gunslinger
Tah Hornen – bounty hunter
Tym- slicer
Basstion Dec’con – sawbones

Other Encounters
Thot gar
Pala Galore
*Ma Bergan

My former professor, ka’dem as he was intelligent mentioned to take down entries of the previous day. It is equally important as an engineer and a doctor to consider former events and actions to better plan for future outcome. Wise words more than he knew. First night on Nar Shaddaa I heard a similar thing from our Guerfel driver. “We cheat to lower chance of failure.” A good reason to never play fair.

It was a Taungsday…

Two or so weeks off the dry dock no new jobs in toe. Jerec Predne the one who made the first offer to me was indisposed. With little going on except cooling our repulsors we deciding to tie up so loose ends and get one of my crew mates, Tah Hornen speeder repaired. Roleldar Hayes our pilot, the mysterious Sin-gar and the young Tym with little better to do joined in the trip.

It is Nar Shaddaa so I suppose I shouldn’t be two surprised people get robbed three times on the way to work before being murdered when they get there. But no sooner then we pile out of the turbo taxi Tym spotted our astromech being jacked by two eharl finks. Tym took of after them on foot as they haphazardly secured the droid to the speeder be fore blasting down the avenue. Roleldar and Sin-gar pulling up as the Jeboe’i took off. Roleldar gunned it the repulsors flared and the generator made a swquell of distress as he tore after them. I am surprised the junk heap of his did burst into the flames in all honesty.

Tak dove into his hot rod as it roared to life. Kicking off the mag lock and feed jumped into shotgun as Tak took off out the garage like a Kath hound in heat. I kicked the back door open as we came up on Tym. With Tak refusal to slow down Tym had little choice but to dive onto the hood. Luckily for him we came across a bit of traffic that allowed him to scramble in. Appearently one of the transports Roleldar side swiped blocked our intersection. But it was not long before the blood curdling impact could be heard at the other end of the Avenue. As we rolled up the sirens could be heard. The obvious carbon scorches and the lack of b’rrsk on one of the poor droyk guerfel. The vein ruptures and underskin pigmentation of leaking fluids showed the diver only faired slightly better into deaths door. A talented to shot to say the least

  • define note I imagine using a blaster with rebored reinforced barrel with residual heat absorption and a power mod could make up for my own accuracy issues to generate similar penetration but I digress.

But no times for sussing out why with the law in route we took our leave and returned to the…

  • Dusky Tantaun.*

Not the first borcatus hole I have been in since I hit Nar Shaddaa. And with my current run of luck not my last. An uldyr bunch many with signs of blunt trauma over intoxication and an obvious death stick addition by the smell that followed a few them around. One of Tak hang outs which reminds me to never let him handle accommodation, most of the low level swoop gangs I moonlite for would not be caught dead in a trash compactor like this. But those under Hutt employee do frequent the bar it seems as Argo local ringer for the family had set up shop at the bar. The smell got to me but I remember Tak asking for a hydrospanner without thinking I handed to him. Following by a tin clank as a cup launched from the besalisk bar tend allowing with one of the most oddly crafted threats. “No droid work in here keep it up and I will have that salvage take your droid with your speeder!”. As if not enough has gone wrong today Tak sprints out the bar yelling to laughs and jeers as the tower repulsors whine lifting off with freshly painted speeder in tow. Tak busy setting his droid friend back standing.

  • define note tracker beacons in armor droid and vehicles. Set to remote ping to holonet for bounce communication. Planet wide, but would work on any non-scrambled holonet relay

Tak solemn faced frantically stabbing a datapad approached Argo. I couldn’t hear him from the table but by his pointing and his disconcern I image he pointed Tak fact checking back to his direct dealer. Moving Tym and R2 to the door to load the droid into the boot of our highly economy speeder, the rust spots didn’t both me as much as the repulsors occasional jets of steam but all and all this dead pod hoving was our only ride. Tak rushed passed jumping in obviously willing to leave us behind as we piled into this mystery machine it’s orange and blue durasteel paint job slightly less of an eye sore then the neighborhood we flew into.

From what I pulled from Tak’s rant as we speed past the numerous pawn shops Rallo a suman of Argo’s called in a loan of the speeder and any evidence of payments towards Tak had to done through Rallo who did business in his ragged apartment out here on the edge of decent civilization. The building looked like it has been through riot or two just this week. Roleldar so worried about his rust bucket engaged the mag lock to lock it to the duracrete, he is so antsy and possessive over this piece of trash I hate to see him deal with something of real value. I agree to wait with the car more so to stop Roleldar from hyperventilating over something happening to his ride.

- Beep Beep-

Pause recording incoming call

- Beep-

It is 20:32

We a venturing into the dilapidated domicile. We were called in so I assume there is a broken fixture or a dead ligh…body…

#scramble scramble audio cuts in and out# #spliced holo record synced#
Time 2033 – Rallo room 211 apartment at <****> Beginning non evasive initial investigation

Species Iktotchi;
Name Rallo;
No signs of life;
Cauterized Insertion through back near spine too large for a scalpel two small for a military vibrosword or imperial electric truncheon.
No other signs of duress or struggle. Might have knew assailant and turned back or even went in for a hug.
Body maybe have been search but was not moved due to coloration of blood pooling in the front chest cavity.
Time of death between 2000 and 2030 was dead on attack most likely damage to major organs.

-Muffled off Holo-
Rallo come out and plaaayaa.
We know you’re in there.

Don’t open the door We should run…
Shhh.. they may leave just wait

-turbodoor slide gear-
“What the hell is th…Rallo Arhhaa”

-Whirl of a turbine or some mechanical drill-

Hey guys it’s not what it looks like.
He’s got a cannon we got to run!

Those are hutt family guards.
Turn looking over shoulder to off holo
holo image goes out

Listen you don’t want to…Skag it! Go, come on!

-Muffled voices rattling of movement and the passing of air. A hard thud.-

“I got you come on Arggg!”

-Blaster fire in repetition sounding like a cannon. Disengaging lock and the whirl of a gasping repulsor engine-

2130 spaceport

So we just finished patching up wounds of let’s say our latest fall onto hard times and rail fire. Not only are we quite literally shot to hell after jump or in my case falling out of a build, but I willing to put credits down there is a purse on our collective heads. On that note need a resupply of stimpacks and a proper medical kit.

  • Define note Medical kit with liquid durasteel extruder, compressed layer bacta depense similar to later Kolto applications in the Mando war. On Mando war tech rework look into bacta cast using flexible plasteel reel, frame mounting two pressurizing coupling. Light weight provides slight protection to injured limb, but would hinder user. High application in withdrawal and fire fight situations.

So back to the poodoo storm we stand in. Rallo’s death seems to be related to a data pad found in the apartment. Tym hacked what he could but as you can see the datapad is due for the slab I can scavenge it for parts later on. What we know are Rallo had multiple apartments and the heavy hitters were meant to meet up for what we can only assume is entertainment. The time scale is as such:

Pala Galore 1300 Twi’lek. Not sure if she is an indentured or a slave but her loan has been sold off. So she has cause to put Rallo in a oro-wood box.

Thot gar 1900 Bounty hunter Ubesian. Small time loans in a revolving cycle. Personally he is most likely cashing in on low advances to avoid accessing bulk saving and leaving a paper trail. Tak seems to know them and is on root with the others as I make sure Tym doesn’t rip his bacta wraps.

Last up is Pre-Alterra 2000. Apparently a dead beat odd for someone sporting the Pre title. I think it’s mando but if anything it’s fake to make them seem more fearsome. But his load trumps everyone’s but multiples and is late enough for interest payments to be made with eyes.

- Beep Beep-

Incoming call…..

So the team may have got a lead at Malfunctioning Eddie. Heard of him but I don’t trust information brokers so I never been. But from what I remember he is a part of a hutt ball fan league, known for wearing a ragged robe, and constantly squirting in what I believe modders call Blanko Russkies fluid into his neck joint.

*Note A derived fluid could…What. Passage? Why do we want to get passengers? Wait seriously why an anagram instead of just a fake name? Yeah set it up I will call it in.
*Delete Note

So called the crew I think they on their way back. In the starboard drop bay quite spacious we could get…Um, yes how can I help you. Oh yes. Tym! Ok so..That will be half up front which would be


Yes 3500 up front.

That was not mentioned at all. 2000 up front you will get the rest when we get there. So let us hurry.

Wait wait we are san a pilot larel. So if you would like to take a seat would you like some Cav.

We must leave now.

Why in such a hurry? Just have a seat.

Some people are after me we have to go now.

Yea Moulee rah switched hands and your debt on some elses docket. Wait, I mean, everything will be fine! Maybe, possibly I i will get back to you. Our pilots in route, Cav?!

We know you met with Rallo.

Yes I met with him so what?

Well you see we kinda got framed for his murder. What is with the look, we didn’t murder him! Did you?

He was alive when he sent me away to be sold me off.

So your not really a transport? That’s good because I really don’t have 7000 credits…

She reaches for the cav cup Basstion pulls it away

We are outside New Agrabah chemical plant. It looks oddly old for the info the others shared for how new this scheme is suppose to be. But I imagine with all the ill gotten funds buys an old refinery must not be to hard.

Why am I even here?

We told you we if we get him to confess and bring him in with what he owes that would easily wipe out your debt and easily get us off the hit list.


Here comes the other they seem to have gotten into the system. Time to play the part.

“Your business here?”

We are here to meet Pre-Altera.

“Ah yes the Vips? Here are your badges”

-Basstion turns to Tym who shrugs-

And a map?

“Yes of course sir.”

Ok when we get inside Tak take Tym to the security office. Doc you’re with me and fly boy.

holo vid goes dark
muffled sounds of a speeder door shutting and air moving by

#scramble scramble audio cuts in and out# #spliced holo record synced#

The holo cam of the security room is panning left and right. Tak and Tym standout side knocking on the transparisteel door of the guard post two guards leave the camera terminal and approach the door. The camera pans away a server and another transparisteel door overlooking a courtyard of pipes. A blast bolt flies by scorching the wall. The camera slowly pans back two guards lay in a crumbled entanglement one. Tym is furiously manipulating the terminal as Tak tries to force the legs of a security uniform on.

#Screen scrambles#

Pre-Altera stands clad in what look to be Alderaan robes.

…And then stored into sealed hydraulic cylinders.

Interesting, we would like to join in that investment as we heard there is an opening? A What was his name Rallo? Seem to have come into an unfortunate incident.

What are some of your other planetside investors?

Quiet you are being paid as a mechanic not a negotiator! Please don’t mind him. But all the same I am interested.

Yes yes. You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules. Please follow my man to my office I will return and we will handle the finalities when I return I have a quick matter to see to.

-Basstion turns to the camera and motions to watch there departed host.-

#Screen scrambles#

One guard stands at a door holding a communicator in his hand as the crew spreads out over the office.

Could you get some cav for me?

“Machine is over there.”

Ah, oh in the room huh? Thanks.

-Basstion walks over to the cav machine giving the face plate a quick rub. Dropping on the dispoable cup he kneels down to fetch it.-

-The guard puts his communicator to his ear-

“Yes sir”

The guard draws his weapon, Sin-gar reacts let loose a flurry of shots from the blaster on his hip in one motion. The guard weapon discharges and the bolt blinds th camera for a bit as the machine erupt over Basstions head as a scorched hole bore through the now dying cav machine its plasteel parts scattered and charred. The other head out of the office.Basstion charges to the desk and starts frantically looking through items. Nothing of much importances Basstions back pockets a paper. Picks up the guards relinquished blaster

Another bodybag,

#Screen scrambles#

The Cam switches to a three level cat walk. Tak and Tym sprinting down meet up with the rest of the group.

“Halt intruders”

Blaster fire erupt from one level below the crew’s catway. Tak looking over the edge hooks a carabiner to the railing and leaps over the rail propelling down on top of the them raining blaster bolts from his rifle. Sin-gar quick on the up take aims over the railing firing cover for Tak as he unbuckles his harness dropping the last man.

Another one on a slab

With heroics done the crew being to bolt for the exit before hearing a cackle.

Marry into business affair. Have me become the fool. The idea has merit. But not today street rats!

Altera pulls nothing short of a cannon from his holster and fires the catwalk. Basstion takes a direct hit into the thigh and crumbles to the ground in pain. The adventures aim to retaliate for their fallen comrade and unload onto Altera who swiftly ducks between his own men. Pala Galore charge down the cat walk producing a whisky bottle with a charge core strapped to the neck and hurl it into the adversaries. The guerrilla tactic catches no one off guard as the whole squad jumps back out the way as the bottle sails off the bottle level of the cat walk and into the spiral dark of the wonder cave of the refinery pit that seems to drop down to multiple under levels. The guards push forward in formation and unload at the upper level. Sir-gar looking away to his fallen compatriot catch the brunt of it with a graze across the neck line.

Die you addlepated twits!

Altera raises his long arm barrel towards the sky. Tak stands and receives the blow in the midst of firing. Take a solid hit to his side wincing and taking a knee. Bringing his rifle to bare Tak returns the favor with an unblinking stare down his sight launching a bolt turn and clean into the gun arm of Altera. A deep sizzle and a groan Altera drops the hand held bazooka. Basstion stands steeled by resolve and aims over top of Tak. Tym by his side and both unleash a shot for each shoulder.. Altera stumbles back fiddling something out of jacket. Before he could take his chance Roleldar gripping on the railing leans heavily over blasting Altera into the chest.

I am Pre, Altere but not as you know him.Read my lips and come to grip with reality. A blaster bolt is barely a task, you never face one of my caste. But with my scheme diced, and my system spliced nothing left but to go on a one way trip. My prospects take a terminal dip. My assets frozen, my venue chosen, the ends of the earth for me! But. I. Am. Still. The. PRE! EHA HA HA…

Altera clutching his chest flipped over the railing to his demise.



Can’t sleep as normal. Decided to just keep working through the night, better then watching those old vids on repeat. But, all in all everything worked out. Wiped the girls debt, got our death mark removed, got the speeder pack and got the a bit of reward. Still breathing still in the black. Guess that is the best I can ask for on Nar Shaddaa. I do hate leaving threads unpulled though but Ma Bergan was written on the note I swiped from the office. To physically write it instead of use a data pad does peak my interest.

Job Log: 2016-12-10

[Apologies for the OOC post, but I wanted to get the notes down without delay. Feel free to provide any updates I need to make with details I have missing or wrong.]

The Crew:

  • Jerec Predne, the Colonist from the Core
  • Tah Hornan, the Bounty Hunter from parts unknown
  • Tym, the Technician from Nar Shaddaa

The Supporting Cast:

  • R2-H3, our astromech droid and getaway driver, possibly bugged by the Rebellion.
  • Hu Chaang, a pudgy lowlife Kel Dor. Our employer.
  • Reom, a shady Twi’lek who owns IsoTech. Their employer.
  • The Death Watch, Mandalorian terrorists turned to crime.
  • Wah Me [deceased], a rather unfortunate Quarren working for Hu Chaang.
  • ???, a frightening guy in a white-and-gold mask. Hu’s employer. May be some kind of Jedi?

The Job:

  • Recover a jewel stolen from Hu Chaang’s crew. Or that Hu Chaang’s crew failed to steal from the Death Watch. The important thing was to get the jewel from the Death Watch.

After taking the job, we investigated the scene of a shootout between Hu’s crew and the Death Watch, at Docking Bay 8389, finding one body remaining from each. Tym checked the computers while Jerec and Tah checked the bodies. Tah set off a booby-trapped gun on the Mandalorian, taking a nasty explosion to the chest. Among the clues, we found information on the job that the Death Watch had been hired to do, including plans for the exchange with their employer, Reom, owner of an illegal tech company.

The clues led us to a large building where the Death Watch was waiting for the exchange on one of the upper floors. While Tym hacked the systems to lock the doors, geeked out over building schematics, and got into a fight with a wrench-wielding Ugnaught, Tah and Jerec accidentally stumbled into a Black Sun diamond deal while investigating death Watch escape routes under the premise of scanning for toxic mold. After extracting ourselves from our respective quandaries, the crew came together to assault the Death Watch. The grunts went down quickly to Tah’s assault, but the ringleaders proved to be deadly combatants with military-grade weapons and armor. Thankfully, R2-H3’s quick thinking and utter disregard for property damage led to Tah’s poor SoroSuub Challenger crashing through the wall and taking out the three lieutenants. The leader escaped.

The crew grabbed the downed thugs’ jetpacks and gave chase through the alleys of Nar Shaddaa. Though the crew came away safe with the MacGuffin intact (moments before what would have been a deadly rooftop crash), the Death Watch leader got away, and may seek revenge.

With some annoyed renegotiating on delivery of the jewel, the party walked away with a bit of extra money, a car repair, and parts for a specialized hacking data pad for which Tym found the schematics earlier. Hu’s employer showed up, all in white with a white-and-gold mask, to claim his jewel and freak us all out.


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