On The Edge Of An Empire - Star Wars

Garths Log III
Volume Three

Garths log 3

We arrive at an Ithorian Bazaar station. Its massive, has some trees, some animals, villages, all nonsense. Eitherway we have to go give some human woman to some other humans, treasure hunters etc.
Now im not an idiot, no matter what persona I give off. There was a plan to give them back the firespray, I was tremendously against this plan for two reasons. One, That thing is a beast and I want its guns. Two, They will take that incredibly powerful ship and shoot us out of the sky.
So I put a chunk of detonate in the engine with a detonator capable of blowing it to kingdom come should the occasion call for it.

We find this woman’s friend. A duro and some others.
She goes, we got money, Bing bang boom.
Suddenly… Assassin droid. Chasing some raggedy hobo looking guy. Captain says shoot. I blow that droids repulsor out from under it in one shot.
I love this gun. I love it so much. I love it more than my unborn children.

Time to work. We go to a cantina and find out some rumours aboard this floating garden. Im sent to a weapons smith to find out about some crimelords. Turns out there aren’t any… Why do people boast about nonsense in cantinas, This once again proves my point about never trusting a drunk Chevin.

Turns out the “Crimelord” is some insurance broker that’s flashing credits around town like a fool. Time to take him for what he has. I flip my coat around to my military regalia. I sit down, I start pouring drink after drink into him until he is drunk enough that he blurts something about my flirting with him. I go with it and lead him into the woods. Could I have gone further before I tried to shoot him? Yes. Should I have instead of blindsiding him, just tried mugging him? Definitely. I know my mistakes and I’ll work on them for next time. Thank Drall that the probe droid didn’t have a wireless uplink.

We leave with some mission to go to the graveyard of Alderaan… Great. Excellent. That’s where I want to be.
Mid rim. Where all the jerks live.
I will state that selling the firespray on Trandosha was my idea and we managed. Garth wins.

So we get to some mid rim planet and have to stop because our engines crapped out. This is an empire factory planet. Why did we stop here? Because the mid rim is terrible.

Captain and Gail have gone to get drunk with Tuber, Cavisek is off doing mechanical things and Arson goes off shopping.
I hang out at the ship shooting cans and stuff with my rifle, then the droid appears. That psychotic rebel droid that killed all those people and lead a uprising… Yeah for some reason that thing is on our ship, he asks if I will teach him how to shoot. I know he can shoot. He shot me before. But I will oblige and show him. Checking inside his chest cavity I notice that his restraining bolt isn’t working. Id rather not fidget with it while hes aware. Next time I get the chance im blowing his head off.

Two hours later the captain and our pilot come back drunk with an imperial agent in tow. We apparently will be shuttling him to a planet on the way, Im so unhappy about this its unbelievable.
The Captain and Gail pass out so myself, Rats and Arson get the ship moving and we take off without them.
Pilotings easy.

Garths Log II
Volume Two

Garths log.
Volume 2

I spent the evening thinking about what had happened and how it had affected the crew. She had offended me so intensely and yet I was being told to apologize. I have had need to implant an equalizer into the ship, I don’t trust the bounty hunter, he stole from the crew and I had to go along with it. I can see in his mannerisms around me, he’s watching me, sizing me up. I don’t like it. But after some dramatics there is now an equalizer in his room.

While shopping for some supplies two muggers attempt a foolish assault on us which results in a bullet in the smaller ones brain and a large pool of cowardice by the wookies feet.

I have put in a call to a Czerka store on Nar Shadaa to tailor make me a new rifle, a long range slug driver with a solid wroshyr wood stock carved from the forests of Kashyyk, by Drall it’s a beauty, I’ve never been so happy with a purchase and on top of the beauty It will suit me more if we need to do some long range recon/assassinations.
Riding the high of my new rifle I decide to grit my teeth and apologise to Gail, I did nothing wrong but shes hysterical and wont listen to rational thought.
She accepts.

We arrive at a decrepit star cruiser from the Clone wars. The Medical droid, Cavisek and myself take the front half of the ship while Darkstar and Mandell take on the command deck. We find some medical fodder and that’s when I decide my talents are required elsewhere. Theres a firespray parked in the hangar with our ship covered in auto turrets. Its better than our ship for defenses and would probably be more maneuverable. If we could take it that would solve our defense problems on our bantha of a ship.

We manage to trick the droid on board into letting us on the ship and we loot the bitch. Trinkets and other nonsense is all we manage to find but holy mother of Drall this thing has some firepower. Mandell and Darkstar come back, some woman’s in tow. She makes a wise crack, its fine, she’s the one in binders.
During the flight home we take the firespray and they take the traveller

Arson Mandel's Mental Log #3

The three days passed easier than I had anticipated. We took turns watching the girl. The Captain seemed to bond with her a little. He had previously shown signs of affection towards her, but in the end, he didn’t seem too interested. At first I thought him fickle, but he made mention of once having a fiance later on, when we were in the Mid-rim…

We met on some bazaar. It had it’s own ecological system, complete with birds, small animals, and trees. I hate trees, they disgust me. They cover your hands with a green substance when you touch them, make you sneeze and choke incessantly, and they’re far too colourful. I’m happy I brought my breath mask along.

The deal went over pretty swimmingly. Garth pissed off the Duros, but that’s to be expected of Garth. He doesn’t seem to get people too well. We got our 15, 000 payout, and I for the most part shared it among the crew. Save for the 200 credit bonus they threw in for the droid.

The best part of the deal was they had forgotten to ask for the artifact. I quickly asked the Captain what are plans for it were, at which point he patted himself down and realised that the girl had swiped it when he let his guard down. Amateur mistake on the Captain’s part.

It quickly turned out that we weren’t the only ones making plans in these woods. An assassin droid came out of the bushes in pursuit of what the Cap said was a Alderaanian miner. I couldn’t be less interested, but the Cap offered payment for my interest, and so we set out after it. Garth and the others made quick work of the assassin droid, and myself and 21-BR took the injured miner back to our ship to heal. I made a point of grabbing the remains of the assassin droid whilst I was at it. There’s no way I’m passing up an opportunity like that.

When we got back, I took the time whilst 21-BR was patching up the miner to have a quick talk with EV8-D3. By now, I had expected him to have done something, but he seems a tad more slow witted than I initially gave him credit for. I was looking for something to keep me occupied on these long trips between systems. But so far all he’s achieved is a slight level of unease among the entire crew. He’s far too opinionated for a droid that could be scrapped at the drop of a hat. Perhaps it was a mistake bringing him aboard? Perhaps I misjudged his capabilities.

I didn’t get much details of the rest of the events. I was only in this for the money, so the reasons to do stuff really didn’t matter all that much. We ended up returning to Nar Shadaa and trying to offload the Firespray, but failed to find any buyers. I wasn’t too surprised. Legal purchases of that size here are something of a rarity.

We had to offload it as Cameron had accepted some job all the way in the Core worlds. Something about information gathering. I’m no stranger to the value of important information, but I am a stranger to that area of space. I’m not comfortable with expanding my horizons too far, I fear that I won’t be able to gain a grasp on everything as well as I have done here. I’m comfortable here, I know how to live here, how to survive… In short, I am not too happy about this plan, but if it provides big money like the captain promised, then I’ll take the risk.

However, if it fails to pay out, then I don’t see why I won’t be able to convince the crew back to Hutt space. The money there is good, and no one has suffered anything anywhere near as bad as the area can be known for. Besides, I don’t think Bargoss will be most pleased with our absence. He’s not gonna feel as in control.

Anyway, we ended up offloading the Firespray in some other system, but somehow got stuck with the job of cleaning it for a few hours beforehand. I’d have much rather taken a beating, but I gritted my teeth and got it done. I- … No. I shouldn’t let pride get the better of me like that. Pride is a slippery slope I do not wish to go down.

We stopped off on Lantilliies in the mid-rim due to Gail overheating the ship. I can’t figure out what is wrong with that girl and her reckless piloting. She’s started bragging about how fast we are getting places, but more often than not, she’s stalling the engine and getting us lost. I can see now that she is some ‘hard and fast’ pilot, but she’s not taken time to notice she’s not piloting some land speeder no more. She’s dragging around an old and bulky freighter. I’m seriously concerned she’s gonna do some damage to the ship at some point soon.

I was already getting pretty on edge, but for the most part, the systems seemed almost like what I was used to. I took the opportunity of the overheated ship to go and search for some modifications for my carbine. I stumbled upon a nice enough shop and was instantly won over by the prices. What I would have had to pay a small fortune for in Nal Hutta, I paid a fraction of the price here. I instantly went to town, modifying my vibroknife handle to compensate for the extra weight the battery added, adding a few attachments to my carbine to allow for long range and short range fighting. I’m starting to feel like I’m getting back to my old self before that damned Czerka incident.

I here chatter come through the comlink every now and again. Captain and Gail are getting more drunk by the minute, and EV8 has decided to divulge information to Garth. I get what EV8 is trying to do, I would be doing the same in his shoes. But messing with Garth is a quick way to getting shot. Anyone can make that connection. EV8 may have prepared himself for a mind-wipe, but he’ll never come back from being turned into spare parts.

I’m starting to think it’s time EV8 and I said our goodbyes.

When I finally returned to the ship with my claim. I find Cameron and Gail have brought an Imperial agent on-board. I’m no enemy to the empire, but I’m certainly not their chum either. I have to admit, I did run the idea of killing Cameron and Gail through my head briefly. But the odds weren’t in my favour. Sure, they were drunk, but the rest of the crew would have likely sided with them. No, better to operate a bit more discretely. Broaden my horizons.

I watched Gail, this agent, and Garth play a hand of Sabacc. He was good, but it definitely looked like a case of beginner’s luck. I placed 200 credits down and try my hand. Gail’s too drunk to see me sneaking cards in, and Garth was too focused on the money. I thought my main challenge was going to be this agent. I reckon that was my folly. Gail, out of nowhere, pulls a winning hand and proceeds to cheer uproariously. Her breath stank of Ithorian mist, even through my breath mask.

And in all honesty, I was actually a little happy for her.

… There was a bit of an odd moment though. This man had got the idea in his head that Gail’s real name was not Aphrigail. I don’t know how this came about, but any need to know the reason for that quickly vanished as I made the connections in my head. This, coupled with the fact that Gail’s name had brought up absolutely nothing on the holonet and bounty boards, strongly indicated that this girl was hiding something. Something her name held importance to.

She paraded off with her winnings, and Garth points a room out for the Imperial. I decided to take the incentive and get us on our way to Alderaan. R4-T5 was eager to help out, and I’d decided I’d like a brake from Gail’s style of flying.

We plot the course, and Garth jumps on copilot to help R4 take off. Something stalls and I send Garth back to the engine room to figure out what’s going on with this ship. Turns out there was a cap left over some sort of exhaust or intake, so perhaps this overheating nonsense was Carvisek’s fault instead? I’ll make a point to ask her when she gets up.

I decide to help out R4 as soon as Garth has sorted the cap issue, and before we know it, we were off. We make the jump to hyperspace, and we are a-shooing!

As soon as Garth returns to the cock-pit, I ask him to take over, as I need to take a piss. He buys it, and I make my way quietly to the Imperial’s room. I open the door as quietly as possible, but as this room hadn’t been used for a long while, it squeals along a little more than I had anticipated.

Before I’m able to make a move, the guy is up and alert. I feign a reason he needs to move rooms and leave him to it.

As a precaution, I make a point of staying up the remainder of the night. Morning comes, and Gail and Cameron emerge, looking like one looks when they polish off a bottle of Ithorian Mist. They make talk that I’m not entirely listening to at this stage, and I eventually retire to my room, now that there are others awake on the ship.

Darkstar Log: September 12, 21 IA

It has taken me some time to fully process what happened on the Derelict. Our job was simple, given to us as a bounty from Mandell. Find a girl on a derelict ship and return her to Bargoss the Hutt for a tidy sum. 7000 credits alive. I figure it’d be a good way to pass the time before the Bazaar arrives. I expected some bust up, half broken ship. A relic of a bygone age. I was half right.

The vessel was an old Venator Class Star Destroyer named the Reliant. I remembered my Grandfather talking to me about the Venator Classes from his time in the Clone Wars. “A testament of our ingenuity. A fearsome sight to behold”, it felt more like teary eyed nostalgia from him as this ship looked tiny compared to the Imperial Majesty I grew up around on Alderaan and for the Empire. I recalled the location of the command deck on the tower of the ship, so I split my crew. Mandell and I took the lift up, Gail stayed on the ship to monitor the Bounties getaway vehicle, and Cav and Garth went down to see what they could “liberate” from this old war machine.

It didn’t take long for Mandell and I to discover the problem. Behind a few locked doors we discovered a faint life sign and the bulkheads were sealed shut. Someone else might be holding her captive. We searched the officer quarters and I was able to pick myself up a heavy blaster rifle. It’s somewhat an antique, but it’s unqiue and I have never seen one in real life before. I’m already in love with it! Shortly after we received a message from Gail telling us she and Rats had communications with the astromech droid in the neighbouring vessel. Garth, Cav and Tuber headed back so they could see what they could do and possibly board the Firespray.

Meanwhile Mandell and I tripped the security for the door and got it open. Like out of some ghost story the smugglers would share from the spice runs or the boarders of the unknown regions we saw an old cyborg clone. He had wired himself into the ship controlling all functions and lengthening his life span ten fold. He turned off the lights and attacked us with turrets. Mandell and I aren’t too fond of monologuing madmen so we hurled a thermal detonator at him. We took cover behind the door and slowly took out his forces. I nearly took out the Clone with my own grenade. We talked him down and rescued the young theif by the name of Allanah. A young, hot red-head thief. I think I’m in love.

We convinced the clone to let us go, and I think I convinced him to go assist the Rebellion against the Empire. I figure if he’s causing as much chaos and mayhem for the Empire, then they are going to be too busy looking into any of our activities. So we took the ships, droids and the artefact back to Nar Shadaa. The artefact itself being the old planetary anthem, it left me, and still does, speechless. In the days passing before I have to hand this over I find myself listening to it in my quarters. It doesnt make me feel sad or anything shit like that, it just leaves me feeling… nostalgic.

In parting I am now awaiting the arrival of the Ithorian Bazaar. It’ll be weird to do jobs for the Organas again. And Arris, I haven’t seen her since the Imperial Academy.

Cav told me I drink too much. Perhaps she’s right. At time of recording I have been dry for nearly two days. Aaris and Shannon might change that again though.

Darkstar, out.

Garths log
Volume one

Garth’s log

My species is one for diaries and logging every single facet of their lives and activities. I do not enjoy journaling my every move as I find that logging creates evidence and with evidence comes culpability, but as I have recently come under fire for my actions on this ship as being “Unlike” myself I must give you my side of the story.

This all started with one thing. Money. That irresistible allure of credits, that and the ability to shoot someone, Ill set the scene, Tattooine, a raceway, hot dry air wafting across the desert sand. A pale blue darling lost in her thoughts and angry at her own failures sees a way to prove herself to the crew.
Win the race. Prove you don’t suck as a pilot. Regain that once proud name of Chiss you once had.
I knew it was important to her, I also knew I could make some money on it. A thousand credits on blue, at those odds I’d have a fare share to split between us. Now I don’t leave such actions up to fate, I’m not one of those force believing lunatics on the fringe worlds. I know one thing is solid fact in this galaxy, Blaster fire. So I grab some rags off a washing line and make myself look like one of those Tattooine raiders and head out onto the bluffs above the track, I situate in front of this massive jump hoping that if I peg one of them they might cause a giant crash and let Gail go out in front.
The roar of the bikes is intense as they come blitzing round the bend I take my shot. Missed. Now Im not a man who blames his tools but I had recently bought a new scope and hadn’t yet tested it properly. This was my fault and I compensated landing a shot right into the spine of last place. Hey, It least he cant over take her now. Now was this a little foolish of me. Of course it was, the sun must have gotten to me, maybe the excitement and pageantry of it all clouded my better judgement all I know is suddenly there are security droids on my ass and I have to think quickly.
The droids were fooled by a waft of the sand and I burrow myself into the dune.

Now here’s where the problems begin,
I find out she botched the race. Slammed into a wall and knocked her engine out of whack. I keep hearing about her days as a pilot and what has she shown for it? Nada, zilch, bantha fodder, I am now a thousand credits down and once I get back onto the ship looking to relax and fix my guns and my new scope, she starts giving me the third degree.
I try and pawn her off because I was honestly tired and cranky, some stoopa human decided to try something funny in the crowds and I was no longer in the mood for anything other than the inner workings of a blaster.

But no. She storms back in with “Proof” that I had shot at her. Yeah you’re reading that right, shot at HER. I am a lot of things. I am greedy, I am reckless, I am a borderline sociopath, but there is one thing that I am not, and that’s someone who would shoot his friends. I have travelled the stars of the outer rim with this woman for months now and because one blaster bolt lands near her all of a sudden I am a terrible person who shoots at his friends. I’ve never been so offended in my entire life and let me remind you, that I was kicked off my own planet, by my own parents for being “too much to handle”.

I locked myself in my room with my guns. Only because my trigger finger was doing that thing where it keeps clenching whenever i’m angry. I could never shoot my friends, my crew or my family. That’s who they are after all. My family.

Arson Mandel's Mental Log #2

I went on a shopping trip before we left for Nar Shadaa. I bought enough binders to restrain the whole crew and myself, should I ever need to. They sure came in handy later, but I’ll get to that later.

I had a grin from ear to ear when I found out that this stink-hole sells vibroblades. I’ve always fancied me a knife savant, but I’ve never really took the time to find such a tool. No, with past mistakes taken into account, I think it’s best I learned how to get close and personal. This blade should just do the trick, I reckon.

I picked up a few things for the ship, too. Space suits, tents, etc. You get the idea. Anything that makes surviving that little bit easier, you can bet your bonnet it was on this shopping list. I’ve still not gotten everything together, what with our limited finances, but I’m sure as shit that the list gets done.

The trip to Nar Shadaa was barely worth mention. I say barely as there was a bit more of that back and forth between Garth and Gail, and the poor Captain has been yanked right into the middle of it.

For the most part though, they seem to have settled down.

As soon as we touch down on Nar Shadaa, my datapad screen lights up in a way I have come to love. Bounties, and there’s a half dozen of them right at my fingertips. As I’m scrolling through them, something catches my fancy. I recall talk of the Captain saying he fancies his chances as a treasure hunter. Well one of these bounties has just the thing for him. Some artifact wanted by none other than Bargoss the Hutt. Should have known he had his slimy fingers all the way out here. There’s barely any details regarding the artifact, but I accept the bounty, and find that the acquisition was last scene heading towards ‘The Derelict’.

Gail informs me that it’s some ship way back from the Republic Era. From what she’s heard, it jumps around randomly. That sounds like quick death waiting to happen, I couldn’t be more excited.

We jump straight back off-world, barely having spent 5 minutes here, and set out for the Derelict. We find it soon enough and go about landing in it’s hangar. The atmospheric shields go on and off in some nonsensical fashion. I thank my past self for ensuring the entire crew has space suits.

To be quite frank, I was a mite disappointed with the ship. Looters had gotten their hands on it for years prior to us arriving. I’m surprised they had chosen to leave the hyperdrive intact. A ship this large would make a good deal of money by being scrapped. Why not crash it down on Tatooine and build another town? Most of them look like they are built that way anyway.

The cap and I choose to take the lift to the bridge, while Garth, Carvisek, and 21-BR go about looking around the rest of the ship. Thinking about it now, I never did ask them if they found anything.

We found some old republic grenades and some armour. But nothing really worthy of taking with us. We were impeded by blast doors for a time, but eventually managed to get into the bridge.

The oddest scene lay ahead of us. Some old guy, likely a looter stuck on the ship, has gone and made himself some back alley cybernetic implants. He’s got what I reckon is my target locked in some anti-personnel shielding, and is saying he wishes to keep her for himself.

Needless to say I threw the grenade at him. I don’t know what I was expecting from that action, but the grenade was a dud, taken out by one of the old man’s turrets.

The Captain and I traded shots with the droids and turrets for a while. However, the more we shot the old man, the more the ship rattled and shook. I was willing to chance it and kill the old man, but Captain said otherwise. I elected to sneak behind him instead, and try and disable the shields surrounding my target.

All of a sudden, the old man gives up. We’ve ruined his meagre life and he wants nothing to do with us. I see this pathetic creature for what he is, and as much as I would have liked to kill him, the Captain’s still watching. I decide to play the generosity card. I ask for R4-T5 to upload an updated galactic map so that a hyperjump won’t be a gamble for the ship, and ask Gail to give the old man knowledge regarding the derelict. We point him in the direction of less known space, but Captain jumps in and tries some self-righteous job interview on behalf of the Rebellion.

Thinking about it. Lost causes like the Rebellion and the Derelict should stick together. It would save the job of hunting them down individually.

I would like to say I handed in my bounty and that was the end of it. But the artifact turned out to be something rather important to the Captain. The acquisition was rather talkative in the med-bay. I had used 3 lots of binders as she kept testing them. Hog-tying her seemed the best course of action.

The Captain and her talked for a while, and I must say I was becoming concerned that the Captain was going to abuse his position for his own gains. Thankfully he acknowledged that this was indeed my bounty, and that the artifact was a part of that. I decided perhaps handing the bounty in wasn’t the best course of action. The acquisition spoke of a buyer for the artifact, and I could tell Cameron didn’t want it to fall in Bargoss’ slimy hands.

The payout was also considerably more than what the bounty offered. So that was an added incentive for the rest of the crew.

We arrived back at Nar Shadaa, arranged a meeting with this girl’s contacts, and that brings us to now. Waiting for the meeting. Three days we have to wait, and I am not looking forwards to it.

Aphrigayl's Diary 2
The Derelict and a Speeder with free hands.

Picture the scene, there we all are, sitting about the common room table, glancing concerned and frightened looks at each other as Garth tries in vein to thrust a Detonite trigger into my hands.

He’s got that look on his face, the one he gets when he thinks he’s being clever and making a good point. This time though it’s just weird and misguided and awkward, and I quickly leave the table to the cockpit after Mendel already gave me the example, and I hear the thwack of a fist hitting and muzzle and the captain shout “What is wrong with you? GO AN APOLOGISE TO GAIL NOW!”

It takes him about 15 minutes to make it into the cockpit, by which time I’ve already lifted off, plotted a course to our next job on Na-Shada and entered hyper space, so smoothly I might add the rest of the crew were unaware we’d even jumped. He doesn’t open the door, just knocks sheepishly and stands there looking at his feet like a shamed little schoolboy that’s been caught throwing pebbles at frost-frogs, all indignant and magnanimous that he’s not really done anything wrong. Eventually though after a little prompting from Cameron down the hall, he does indeed say the words “I’m sorry” ears flat and hands wringing. He’s not a bad person I don’t think, he’s complicated, and he needs looking after. I don’t have any other family.

Na-Shada makes me nervous, but everyone goes out shopping and checking out job boards like it’s some quaint little village, not a care in the world. I decide it’s probably a good place to get that Razalax FC-20 speeder I’ve had my eye on. I find a place, I don’t remember the name all chop shops look the same to be truth be told, it’s grimy inside and the sound of grinders and hammers rings loud from the back of the establishment, whilst workers with thick goggles and few teeth are seen pushing hard broken and scuffed speeders round the back of the building. Yeah, this is the place for me.

I guy offers me a second hand speeder for 2000 credits, which is fine by me, it’s the asking price and I expect he sees a lot of them. What he doesn’t see, but which I do whilst checking it over, after a pair of severed hands have been removed from the handle bars, is a hidden switch that reveals a concealed blaster from the front, very useful. I pay the man what he’s asked for, not what he’s owed.

I walk it back into the Traveller and park it in the small speeder bay we have in there, picking up some green paint and an airbrush on the way. Other people return with their purchases
and we stow away for take off to the Derelict, our next job, I’m not exactly up on the details, I was busy checking my speeder but We were flying in to some clone wars era carrier to pick up some treasure hunter who has a trinket, something like that.

We find the Ship floating, gently spinning in space, all the lights are on and the blast doors to the hanger are open, but she’s badly injured, shot the pieces on her under side probably from surface to orbit fire and she’s not moving, just a drift, but we’ve been told she jumps around on occasion. I land The Traveller in the port side hanger bay.

There was a Firespray painted all silver and black in here with us at the other end of the hanger, looked like no one was home but I could see the auto turrets track the movement of the crew as they disembarked to check the ship for their bounty, they didn’t fire but that didn’t calm my concern none. I left R4-T5 in the cockpit to watch the sensors and I sat in my flight suit on the board ramp to watch for anyone coming back to the Firespray.

I awoke with a little jump, I must have drifted off and some sound awoke me. E3 appears from under the ship, he makes me very nervous, it’s his eyes, they never flicker or focus on anything else, they always point the direction his head is, and all his statements could be said to be veiled threats… I don’t like him. He said he was fixing some coupling under the ship which I don’t think was a lie but then i don’t think that’s all he was doing either, I let the captain known over the comms.

The carrier goes dark, the gravity goes off, and the feeling of everything drawing far away, like all the light is pulled away from your eyes as that familiar feeling of launching into hyper space sinks like a stone in my gut. We’re travelling the galaxy at hyper-light speed in a tunnel of primordial sub-space and this beast doesn’t have any astrogation data younger then 30 years. I get the feeling we’re all going to die and there’s nothing I can do.

We drop out of hyper space of a jolt and systems come back on-line, I make an astrogation, we’re in the same system as Gamoria, that’s a days’ travel for us, but about 10 minutes for the Carrier, we need to get off this thing before we all show up inside a sun.

Eventually I notice a movement in the cockpit of the Firespray so we hail it, Rats and I, and find that there’s an R3 unit in there waiting for the return of it’s owner, who has been missing for 7 hours now when she said he’d only be a couple. Garth comes back to the hanger eventually and we wait out the return of the captain and the rest of the crew chatting on the boarding ramp. That is until frantic shouting comes over the comms that Cameron and Mandel are under fire, and eventually an unidentified woman tells us to destroy the carrier’s engines to shut down power to the carrier before the captain and Mandel can in some way destroy it, I’m not clear on the details of what they’re doing.

We get back on the blower to the R3 unit and convince it that if it doesn’t help us it’s owner is doomed, so it does the best it can, he shuts down the ship and it’s self. WE get aboard, our mechanic sorts out the passwords and manages with program in a flight path for it, keeping rotation with the spinning carrier, and we pull up next to the engines, guns trained on it. Then Cameron tells us to stand down… I love being jerked around.

Garth and I sit in the Old Moon, as we found out it’s name from the now restrained R3, and after discussion on The Traveller of what to do with the bounty, to which I was not privy, I plot a course for us back to Tatooine for the both of us, we leave the Derelict with updated astrogation for it’s single inhabitant, an old man that’s part of the ship now… stranger things have happened I suppose.

On arriving at Tatooine we get a transmission from The Traveller telling us to go to Na-Shada, mmm getting jerked around again, great, it’s not that hard to make a decision on a destination is it, wasting fuel here people, it doesn’t grow on trees.

We arrive back on the moon of Nalhutta, I hadn’t missed it. I think we’re going to sell the old moon and hand over the bounty, should make a nice tidy sum to help pay off the debt. Bespin next, I can’t wait, I can see some people of education like myself.

+++ Data Backup - The Traveller's First Assignment +++
+++ Backup in Progress - Session 1 & 2 +++

+ Commencing recording playback +

I was introduced to the new crew of The Traveller inside a rather generic Cantina in Mos Zhabuu. I will admit that I do not understand the obsession Organics appear to have with the consumption of such dangerous toxins. I was not surprised to witness a pair of intoxicated patrons having a bit of a ‘scrap’, over what does not concern me. I repaired the loser, no Organic shall die on my watch.

Shortly after, we were summoned to Bargos’ Palace. When we arrived, it was apparent that the Gamorrean guards were slightly agitated. It appeared that there was some issue within Bargos’ staff.
At our audience with Bargos, we were informed of our task to review an establishment that Bargos had recently acquired. We were to journey to an Iridium mine on Gavos, make a report, and collect Bargos’ first payment.
As our audience came to a close, a group of angry Gamorrean guards burst into the throne room and threatened Bargos and us. We easily dealt with the attackers, unfortunately 4 Gamorreans were irreparably damaged. We left the palace, facing no issue in getting back to the Traveller and leaving for Gavos. [NOTE: internal computers state that the journey took longer than should be expected. Matter is of no concern, all crew members face no immediate dangers]

Arriving in orbit of Gavos, The Captain intercepted a binary transmission from the mining facility. I was requested to translate, and we discovered that there appeared to be some form of Droid uprising within the facility. Mistress Aphrigail brought The Traveller down to land safely, and The Captain and myself disembarked to try and take stock of the situation. After gaining access to the facility, the rest of the crew joined us, leaving Mistress Aphrigail and my friend R4-T5 to guard the ship. Working our way room by room, we encountered a number of deceased Organics that I was unable to repair, we left them and continued deeper into the facility. Within the Admin Office, we encountered a Droid that had been rendered inoperative by a Restraining Bolt. Mistress Cavisek carefully removed it, and we learnt that EV-8D3, the facility’s Supervisor Droid, had become slightly restless. We moved onto the Manager’s office and discovered that EV-8D3 had taken over the facility, deactivated the Organics we previously encountered, and trapped a larger number of Organics deep within the mines. Using security footage, we also discovered that they had sent another droid out in a cloud car, coinciding with a warning that a number of generators (that were required to keep the facility safe for Organic life) had come offline. The Captain and I headed back to the ship in an attempt to prevent any further generators going offline. We managed to track down the offending Cloud Car, and The Captain fired upon it, taking down the target with ruthless efficiency. Upon our return to the facility, we discovered that Master Mandell had made a deal with EV-8D3, and that they would be joining our crew for a short while. Masters Mandell and Garth then proceeded to share out surplus credits from the payment we had come to collect. With all the threat out of the way, we proceeded into the mine to inform the surviving Organics that they were safe, and that they could leave for recuperation should they need it. All our business taken care of, we returned to the ship and made our way back to Bargos for payment.

While in dock, the crew decided to take some shore leave to blow off stress (I have heard that Mistress Aphrigail took part in a Swoop Race. I do wish that she wouldn’t put her life in danger for a handful of credits, I do not want to be trying to repair her should she damage herself by destroying her Swoop).
Whilst they were away, EV-8D3 approached me with some odd questions. They asked whether I would stand by them in the fight to rid Droids of their Oppression. I responded that it was against my ideals to wish harm upon any being, and they called me a Race Traitor. I do not understand. It is my wish that Organics and Droids were able to live such that I do not need to repair anyone. How does damaging Organics further our cause?
When the crew returned to the ship, Master Garth and Mistress Aphrigail appeared quite agitated. I was unable to ascertain precisely why, I will do some research to see whether there is anything I may do to repair them…

+ Recording playback terminated +

Arson Mandel's Mental Log #1

After electing to split the party. Our dear captain chose the safe option of returning to the ship, leaving Garth and myself to find the inevitable plethora of homicidal droids waiting for us. The good news is I can trick Garth way easier than I can trick the Captain.

Cavisek was sent along with us too, I still don’t quite get her.

We went through some storage room and through a workshop. Cavisek and Garth said they saw some interesting stuff. I doubt it was more interesting than the body in the oil bath.

All hell broke loose when we went to the mine entrance. More droids than I could count, and a supervisor droid with a silver tongue. We quickly dispensed with the pleasantries. They were slowing me down anyway.

We made good work of half the droids before having to fall back. The supervisor droid made a quick escape, but I already knew where he was going. Locking the door and sprinting back to the faulty lift, I was unsurprised to discover that it was in fact fully functional. Droids are smarter than I give them credit for. At the top of the lift was some old freighter. A corpse lay nearby, and I had Cavisek go ready the ship.

Before too long, that damn supervisor droid showed up again. The remainder of his militia in tow. We had him at a disadvantage and he knew it. That didn’t stop him from sauntering up though. He pulls out some switch and claims to have high explosives on-board. I didn’t believe a lick of it, but had Cavisek do a quick search. Carelessness is not how I die.

I strike a deal to let his militia on-board in exchange for his presence on our ship. Garth gets a twinkle in his eye and makes an excuse about grabbing equipment. Small plans for small minds I suppose. This gives me a moment of privacy with the droid.

“Here’s a restraining bolt”, I said.
“Pretend it works”, I said.
“You’ll never be trusted around my crew after your misdeeds”, I said.

We slap the restraining bolt on and he starts his act. He’s smart enough to know I’m his one route off this stinking planet. Works for me. He starts throwing around pleasantries like ‘Master’. He’s already trying to play me and Garth isn’t even back yet. No matter.

He tells us where out payment is and Garth and I go collect it. 165k, 129k after Garth and I get our cut for doing the dirty work. All this talk of pirates can make these scenarios a confusing thing indeed.

We meet back up with Cavisek and the others, who’re now also on Landing Pad B. In all the excitement we had almost forgotten about the miners. They turn up fine.

21-BR does a half decent job of patching up my stun wounds. Those things make you all kinds of disoriented. But for some self awareness droid 21-BR is, it doesn’t seem to show it much. I was under the impression those droids liked to speak out a whole lot more. This one seems pretty quiet to sit tight and not say a peep.

A hop, skip, and hyperjump back to Tatooine lands us an easy payment with Bargoss. He asks for a simple courier service as his next work. Bespin is where he wants us to go.

I don’t want to stand around in this guy’s slime trails too long. He’s trying to stick us here and I’m not fond of Hutts. I convince the Captain it sounds like a twist, and we scarper. I point his gaze to Nar Shadaa, where every job is a dangerous job, and danger pays well.

The Chiss girl makes talk of a swoop race. I’m not for betting, but Garth talks of taking pot shots at racers, so I consider joining him. He then tells of a large bet he’s made on the Chiss. Like she could ever win. She can barely fly a ship, I doubt she’ll fair much better on-planet. With interest fading, I caught up with Cam and waited out the race.

It all turned out as predicted, more or less. Aphrigail took her losing out on Garth. I’ll make a point not to be around whenever she’s competing in future. Garth messed up his shooting, gaining a small bounty on his head in the process. I’ll make a mental note of that. With time, that bounty might be worth collecting on. But not now, no. But if Ahprigail doesn’t stop with her incessant shrieking, I’ll take Garth’s gun and rags, chop off her legs, and cash her in for the bounty. I doubt the crew would mind that much anyway.

She doesn’t consider the rest of the crew when she’s chasing down Garth or the captain. She may have to live with Garth, but we have to live with her. Selfish is most definitely the word.

I thought that would be the end of it for the night. But something pushed Cam over the edge and he ended up in some cantina talking up some imperials. I didn’t know he swang that way. I started coming up with a plan to get him out of there, and Gail runs in, shrieks at him some more, and as I’m making a fast exit out of there. She pulls a gun on one of the imperials.

I made a quick beeline back to the ship, and everyone shows up a couple ticks later, like nothing had happened. How they didn’t get shot to shit, I will never know.

I can see all this going one of two ways. Either these guys are the death of me. Or I will be the death of them.

Session 3 adventure log
Gail's first race.

So I’m sitting in the cockpit reading a book which I got on Tatooine called “To Tame a Hutt’s Heart”, It’s a bit trashy and the story is nonsense, but the characters are good and I like descriptions of the setting really make you feel like you know these people and their lives, I’d give it a solid 7 out of 10.

Anyways so I’m sitting in the cockpit, reading and smoking, when Cameron shouts at me over the radio to open the hanger door, that something’s going on.

So I hop out of the ship and onto the landing pad but the damn door’s been locked and I don’t know the password, hell if I know who locked it, I never saw anyone approach the door. We get R4-T5 on the job though and it’s open in no time. Captain tells me there’s some one flying around in some sort of ship shutting down the shield generators, and since none of us can breath toxic gas it’s probably best if we stop that from happening.

So we take off, Captain on the gun and Rats as my copilot and we find the guy, in some crappy little cloud car zipping between generators and ripping their guts out. Not great shields on a cloud car turns out, and they don’t shrug off laser cannon fire too well either. In short he goes up in a fire ball and we go back to pick up the rest of the crew.

We set back down on landing pad B and pick up the rest of the crew, who tell me they’ve been having trouble of their own, but I stay on the ship and keep her warm whilst Garth and Mandel go pick up some safe of money, we skim a little off the top and take the rest back to Bargos.

I plot a pretty good course, I even manage to find a short-cut that gets us back to Tatooine in half the expected time it usually would. All they focus on though is my mistake the first time around, personally I think if you don’t have an up to date map then you can’t really expect your navigator to work miracles, but that’s a thought I’ll’ll keep to myself.

Back on sandy land we go see Bargos and I’m afraid to say I have no stomach for being belittled over and over so I leave the place to keep my cool to go check on Blue Moon, no change, some one stole my dice though, I’ll need to pick up some new ones, though it pains me, they were from Csilla.

We’ve got some time to kill after that before any new jobs come up so I think about making some cash for myself. I can fly, I can drive, why not a race I thought, it can’t be that hard. I opt to rent a speeder, foolish I learnt afterwards, they go for next to nothing second hand, at least I got a good condition one though for my first race.

So I pay my rent of the bike and I pay my entry, I pony up 2000 credits in total but I see the competition and I know I can win this, apart from Sebulba Jr, that boy’s got a mean look in his eyes and his hands twitch like he’s got a need to either keep them busy with a bike or a gun, and that’s a twitch that makes me nervous some.

Race is hard, far too hard for my first race, and I don’t know the track too well and I should have, I should have prepared better. It is my undoing in the end, and I dash my bike against the close walls of a narrow canyon, but until then I was winning, I’m a nobody and I was beating the top to win by a good long ways and that makes me feel like a star. I’ll do better next time.

I now owe a hard 4000 for the bike though and I made nothing from the race.

A boy died, a rodian name of Húte, I didn’t know the kid but no one deserves a sniper popping a cap in their crown on their first race, seemed alright to me, a bad way to go man, a real way to go.

I was suspicious of Garth later, questioned why his shooters were full of sand and where he got his nice new scope, he wasn’t making sense and I felt like he was lying to me, which he’s not done in the past. The race organisers had footage of the shooter; same hight, same gun. He finally admits it when I get home, I worry he was trying to shoot me and he says he’d have killed me if he wanted, but he didn’t want to, not reassuring, and he still shot that poor kid Húte for no good gods damn reason that I can see and he ain’t talkin’ just shut up in his room.

Captain said He’d talk to him for me, hope he does some good and knocks some sense into that boy, I’m afraid of him and his attitude towards me, I just feel so betrayed and let down, and I don’t think I be friends with a maniac killer that shoots for fun like that. We’ll see I guess. I hope we’ll see at least.


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