On The Edge Of An Empire - Star Wars

Cavisek log

So we were at the mines we had uncovered a droid revolt lead by EV8 a supervisor droid. We had to split into 2 teams Tuber, Darkstar and the Chiss were to find the droids on the surface and shut them down before they destroy all the generators. Whilst Garth, Arson and I were to head into the mines and confront the droids and find out if there any surviving miners. When we got to the mine area there were a lot of worker droids and EV8 but since we knew about the revolt we knew it was best not to trust them. They tried to get us to enter the mines but we refused ending up in a fire fight. I had to run as I’m just a mechanic (really need to get a gun). Luckily Garth and Arson are fine shooters so we all managed to escape taken a few droids out. We ended up going to landing bay B and had found out the other team had stop the place from being destroyed we also found what appeared to be there escape ship. I went into check it out only for us to be confronted by EV8 and the rest of the droid. They threaten us with explosive on the ship unless they could use it to escape, but I found out he was lying by manically searching for the keys to the box with his fake explosive. They were despite to leave like us. Arson manger to struck a deal with the EV8 letting his droids go free on the ship if he would come with him, I can’t believe it worked, I wonder what deal Arson made with the droid for him to willingly aspect a restraining bolt.
We returned to Bargos and I let the other crew tell him about the situation in the mines. I hate these meeting as I have to watch them all bullshit each other. They make it look so easy I kind off envious of it sometime but mostly just nervous, luckily being a lowly mechanic Bargos never directly talks to me, thanks god as I feel I would just get us in more shit them we already need. Turns out Bargos didn’t even win the mines, not surprised, makes it fair that Arson didn’t tell him about the full amount in the safe that we all pocketed, Geese I’m starting to agree with lying, I really have been hanging out with these scumbags too long.
We had the rest of the day to ourselves. The Chiss, who’s really moody at the moment maybe it because that psychopathic…what Darkstar always says “hamster” was mocking her for getting lost. Well anyway she decided to enter a speeder race which we all decided to watch well except Garth who wanted to try and help the Chiss win by sneaking into the game and shooting the other racers, His crazy ass violent ways don’t shock me anymore and trying to persuade him otherwise is pointless, for a self proclaiming intelligent creature he’s, well a retard.
The Chiss was doing really well to begin with maybe didn’t even need Garth help still he tried shooting at one in first and missed so like any rational being would went for last one killed him, I guess he’s good at something mindless brutality, oh and escaping. I went to get Darkstar a drink as he kept reminding me I owed him one whilst flirting with some Togruta ladies. I’m sure he’ll just hit on anything but still he and the Tuber are the nicest ones to me on the ship so can’t help but have a soft spot for the guy. When I returned the race was over as the queue was massive (I was stuck between some Gands for an hour man there breathing so annoying). The Chiss had crashed and trashed the speeder but lucky to have her life. When we saw her after the race she was stressed out about the debt she had required, poor thing.
Whilst everyone returned to the ship I went to try and get some Armour, as we seem to be getting into more combat them I expected so I better be more prepared. There was nothing good maybe I’ll have to ask Bargos, he seems to be able to get anything, they did give Darkstar an imperial suit.
I got back to the ship to find the Chiss and Garth auguring. She was very upset at her so called friend. She had found out he was shooting but she seems to have it in her head he was shooting at her. He wasn’t but at the same time he wasn’t exactly nice or apologetic about the whole thing. I have a feeling this is going to cause even more unnecessary tension aboard. Dark star was prancing around in his Imperial gear and suggest we should go for a drink, in fact with other Imperial this wasn’t the best idea and I called his bluff, which was a mistake as we ended in the bar (Mental note when it comes to the imperial Darkstar will not back down.) It finally hit him that this was a silly idea but them some Imperial came up and Dark star stubbornly wanted to drink with them, he wouldn’t listen to me so I decided the best course of action was to head to the ship and get some help as the last thing we need is Imperials on are back.
The Chiss went in to try and get him out, Garth doing what he does best decides to blow a buildering up to get the imperial away from Darkstar. It worked but still why is it we all ways end up blowing stuff up, Arson told me to go in and get them whilst they legged it. When I went in the bar it didn’t seem too bad the Imperials were ready to sort out the destruction but there was something that had upset dark star.
So we all got back and it was more auguring and drunken captain antics, he wanted to fly to Nar shadaa luckily Arson got him to his quarter to sleep which is where I want to go but the Chiss and Garth are still at it so I thought I’ll write this log
As for are next adventure we were offered a cargo job by Bargos but Darkstar and Arson seemed more interested in picking up bounty’s on Nar shadaa. Darkstar earlier had drunkly informed me (this is norm for the tragic man) it’s a bad place, perfect for this lot. I’ll see if I can get some parts for the ship might be some rare stuff at the black markets. Maybe even upgrade the droids well not EV8. As fascinating as he is there the possibility he might just escape the restrain bolts and murder us all. Arson really should let me tinker with him so he’s less of a risk but I can’t help but think that he’s got some dark plans a head, better keep in both there good books and an eye out.
Cavisek out

Mission Log: Cameron Darkstar
for your eyes only

From: Darkstar, Captain Cameron
Location: The Traveller. Captains Cabin.

I knew whatever it was Borgas wanted us to do, it’d suck. I was not disappointed. We were told to meet up with Bargos and his assistant to get given a new job. Personally I’d have rather stayed in Annabel with “Squirrel Girl” but whatever. We went over to his palace and had a run in with a few Gammorans who had an issue with the establishment.

- Interesting side note. Apparently Bargos’ workforce are overworked and under paid, not unusual for a Hutt but their grievance is such that I feel it’s an exploitable weakness. I dont want to be around for that.

Shoot out happened. Obviously we won as I’m writing this damned report. Bargos had bought himself an Iridium mine which we had to visit and report on. He says something about losing contact or something but to be honest I wasn’t listening that much, still recovering from a hangover you see. I left Blue to pilot for us and she got us lost. Three days worth of fuel, gone. It’s coming out of her pay. When we did finally arrive Doctor Roboto translated what became clear to us was a droid uprising. Great. I headed out first with the good doctor and we searched the immediate area, as soon as I found some trandoshan blood I called the crew to come follow. Its a good sized facility all things considered. Bargos can turn a healthy profit here I guess, eventually. The Admin Droid we were supposed to meet with was deactivated and had a restraining bolt placed inside him. Thats when we heard the wind outside. The droid told us this droid leader, self proclaimed freedom fighter, had decided to bring down the facility and bury it under dust and rock. I’m not entirely sure what his end goal is here. He certainly hasn’t thought things through.

My standing order at this point was that I return to Traveller with Tuber and head outside with Blue to find the droids on the surface and shut them down before they destroy all the generators. Garth, Arson and Squirrel Girl are to head into the mines and confront the droids. Garth had a nervous twitch or something and I think it’s best if that hamster goes wild. Under the supervision of Arson of course.

This is probably the last message I’ll send. If thats the case you’ll… ermm… shit. Why can I never think of suitable one liner.

Darkstar, out.

Part I: Crawl

A long time ago in a galaxy far,far away…

The Edge Of The Empire
Part I

It is a period of unrest and opportunity in the galaxy. The Galactic Empire struggles to maintain control in the midst of civil war. It has been two years since the Empire’s defeat at the Battle of Yavin.
Meanwhile, scoundrels and smugglers, explorers and expatriates, and fringers of all types scramble for a living on the edges of galactic civilization. It is a hard life, but these renegades have more freedom and opportunity than any citizen of the Core Worlds.
On the desert world of TATOOINE, A few such renegades return to MOS ZABU to celebrate a job well done. A motley crew of outcasts. Unaware of the coming events, and the parts they will play in things to come…

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Arson Mandel's Background

Arson Mandel Character Background

Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Nar Hekka
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Personality: Sociopath, Sadist (think Dexter, but doesn’t need a ‘killing fix’ every now and again, he’s not addicted to causing harm on others, but he does enjoy it)
Father: Orson Mandel (Deceased?)
Mother: Ameline Oreia (Deceased)
Siblings: None

Born into slavery, Arson was put to work as early in his life as was possible, working as anything from a pickpocket, to tracker and informer. His parents had him earn

his keep, making himself useful to the local Hutt, Tagta. The more useful he was, the less likely he’d be disposed of.

At some point in his early life, his ownership transferred from Tagta the Hutt, to one of his underlings. From there, ownership transferred every few years, often lost in a game of Sabacc or Pazaak, or on a bet of some description.

Pickpocketing was the small and easy work. There was minimal risk for a child as their hands were small enough to gain entry into a man’s pockets without them noticing. Sure, you could possibly strike lucky and find a small fortune, but you’re just as likely to find nothing at all. No one on Nar Hekka is here because they on a financial up. Should the patron catch a child pickpocketing, the punishment was scarcely ever more than a sharp jab or kick, before being forced to relinquish your steal.

Tracking could pay more, providing you were available to the right people. A bounty hunter can pay a good price if they aren’t willing to draw too much attention to themselves. The downside is it requires a vast amount of patience. Furthermore, adults can gain entry to many places a child can’t. During these times, ingenuity and coordination are often key. Being able to climb a loose gutter and then figure out where in the building the target would likely be, would make the difference between eating that day, or not.

Informing was by far the most dangerous. It’s a tricky thing to gain information valuable enough to be sold. It’s even trickier to make sure that that information can’t be forced from you. The best method for this was to make friends. Sell it to them for a more meagre price, or sell it alongside them for a larger price, and then split the takings. There’s far too many variable to really go into too much detail regarding this line of work.

Arson was given a quota with his work. Regardless of the means, he was expected to bring home a certain amount of credits each week. Achieving the quota would result in a higher quota the next week. Failing the quota would result in a mix of beatings, lack of meals, locking away for extended periods of time, burns, strangulation, drowning, sleep deprivation, etc. Punishments were always varied and creative.

You may think this all sounds truly abhorrent. Arson would disagree with you. This was his life, and he quickly grew to love it. The constant challenge, the risk of death on many an occasion, the morbidity of the entire world he lived in. If this was a way to truly live, to really see life and death for what it was worth, this must be it.

Arson saw his first body when he was 8. Or should I say, Arson made his first kill when he was 8. As a tangent, it is likely Arson had seen a dead body before this time. Many a person could be seen lying in the streets throughout his life, and bloodstains often littered the roads on particularly dire evenings. But Arson was taught never to approach these scenes. It was a known ploy after all, lie in the street and mug the first person who comes to check if you are okay. Only a fool would approach. No, much better to not investigate.

Back to the kill. Arson doesn’t remember it too well. It was his first, and was certainly not an interesting or entertaining death. Selling information to some small-time crook. A few steps of the plan had gone awry, and if it weren’t for a well placed kick to the scrotum, and their subsequent relinquishment of their hold-out blaster, it could have been made a lot worse for Arson.

He does, however, remember their back and forth before the kill.

Crook – “Whoah whoah whoah, kid. Kid, drop the gun, kid, c’mon.”
Arson – “…”
Stepping forwards. Crook – “N-now c’mon kid. Gimme that gun. You’ll hurt someone with that.”
Arson – “…”
Nearly in grabbing distance. Crook – “Now kid. You’re not gonna shoot me with that. You wouldn’t do that. You couldn’t kill a-”
Shoots the man in the head. Arson – “…”

Arson does think to himself every now and again what the crook would have referred to himself as had he let him finish the sentence.

He had been given so much freedom during his time as a slave, that the term barely applied to him anymore. Still, the contract remained. Arson struck up a deal with his owner, a booze hound who went by the name Lipsan Owens. Grant Arson freedom, and he’ll become a loyal Bounty Hunter. Arson had to pull together 5000 credits to buy his own freedom. But by the age of 19, no longer than a year and a half after the deal was made, Arson had all the money together, and bought his own freedom.

There were of course, limitations to his freedom. Clauses in his contract stopped Arson from going off-world, and he had to report in to Lipsan every few days. Despite being a free man, Arson barely felt any different regarding his circumstances. 5000 credits poorly spent.

Luckily, the contract was shoddy in every measure. Not only did it grant very little freedom for Arson, but it had no contingency should Lipsan pass away. The second his Lipsan’s name popped up on the bounty boards, you better believe Arson took advantage of it. He even left his contracted cut of the bounty, it’s just a shame Lipsan was too dead to spend it.

At the age of 21, Arson was finally able to get off Nar Hekka for the first time. He took his time to explore the galaxy. Relying on a mix of budgeting and working during his travels, Arson was able to see much of Hutt Space, and even went as far out as Kashyyk.

While there are many stories to tell of Arson and his travels, the one most important right now would be how he came to meet up with his current crew.

Agreeing to a courier service with Czerka, Arson was to move some exotic plants from Kashyyk to a vendor on Tatooine. He was requested to do nothing more than escort the freighter, ensuring that the crew on-board the ship didn’t decide to go AWOL. According to his Czerka contact, this crew had had a troubling history of botched jobs. Arson was hired as ‘moral support’. The initial meeting with the crew was a rather tense endeavour. It was to be expected when a bounty hunter holds papers stating he’s got a place on your ship. What he imagines to be the crew’s muscle decided to test the waters with Arson. After beating Arson rotten, they decided he wasn’t a threat, and allowed him aboard. To not do so would likely void their contracts with Czerka, and that would not be good for anyone.

Arson healed his wounds and kept watch of the crew throughout the journey. No action was required, so none was taken. Upon arrival at Tatooine, the pilot dropped dead out of the blue. Arson, being in the cargo bay at the time, was helpless as the ship came crashing down a few kilometres outside Mos Espa. By the time any chance of help arrived, the rest of the crew had either been crushed or burnt to death. Arson, the only one near to the only escape pod, haphazardly stored in the cargo bay, survived by flying it straight through the hull of the ship.

With the crew dead, and the ship and shipment destroyed. All eyes turned to the Bounty Hunter. Never mind that he’d just lost all his gear in the crash. There was little Arson could do to deny the blame of the crash, and subsequently fell into a large amount of debt.

Arson quickly hailed the local Hutt, an odd Hutt who went by the name of Bargoss. Arson asked for the means of a ship and crew, and that he would be happy working off payments if only for some aid. Through various means, Arson was soon paired up with a mish-mash of of individuals. Certainly more capable than his previous crew, but capable? Arson is yet to determine.

Alderaan - Ten years ago

Imperial Academy, Alderaan.

Graduation Day:

There we were, the 89th Battalion of Alderaan and I felt great. I had been waiting for four long years to get here and it wasn’t easy. I was reckless when I first got here, a teenager with disillusion of grandeur, I was shown quickly that impetuosity was not to be tolerated. My Father was in hindsight rather lenient with me. He let me ride along with the Killik Gang. He let me chase girls instead of goals. I guess I spent 16 years trying to see how far I could go before he snapped. Well his upper limit was the family Theta Shuttle. “Occulus” took me to Ord Mantell before Commader Armitage Darkstar found me.

“So. You want to be a pilot, son?”

Thats all he said. No raised voice or Imperial Family Values speech. He just took the helm and said nothing for the two days it took us to get back. I had never felt so bad. I knew, finally, I had upset Dad and I guess that was the moment I decided to make something of myself and head out there and do everything I can to please him. I was enlisted into the Alderaan Imperial Academy under the tutelage of a female officer by the name of Private Daala. She wasn’t much older than we were which made her easier to talk to, and easier on the eye. I went out of my way to impress her as much as my own Father. Military tactics, the Art of Warfare, Ground Strategies and Command tests were things I nailed. I was convinced I would become an Officer in no time. The night before our written examinations we were given free roam of the town as a test of our professionalism. They figured if we could avoid any trouble then it meant we were ready for the responsibilities that await. Suffice to say, Toni Andalese met me in the bar. He told me we should get the old gang back together before we went on our separate ways. He never liked the Empire, but it didn’t stop him from being my friend. Afterall I had access to my Dads speeders. Staying up all night drinking and joy riding the Killik Mounds once again really helped me feel free from the stress I put myself under, but it meant I didn’t exactly pass the exam with flying colours. I was given but two options by Private Daala, I either low officer role and work my way up, being transferred from medical ship to medical ship. Not exactly the sort of stuff that makes you an Admiral.

The second option was to enlist in the flight corp. Become a fighter pilot. I had of course heard the stories of the short life spans of those TIE pilots but before I could turn her down I remembered my Dad when he found me outside Ord Mantell “So, you wanna be a pilot, son?” – I accepted.


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