Pirates, Pods and Profits

I've got a fever, for more CHOLGANNA

This is your pilot speaking, we are cruising at a speed of 4 parsecs. To your left you will see the Cholganna Nebulae cloud passing. Touch down was next to impossible, I think we had to relocate 2 or 3 times before finding a suitable landing spot. It was a foggy day, we got out along with the mercenaries and supporting crew. I remember descending the ladder and seeing all their bodies on the ground, ravaged by something… I wasn’t having any of it so back up to the ship I went. It took some convincing but Kyusei got me back out on the ground.

Our target: The Vault. All we knew is that it was buried somewhere deep inside the wreck. The ship was covered in moss and overgrowth from decades of abandonment. Flint knew a good way in so we let him lead on. In the distance we could hear the sound of claws and howls, we were far from alone in this derelict freighter. We made it down the ladders without incident, but some horrible beast had made his home in one of the ventilation shafts. Kyusei got passed him fine, but I wasn’t so lucky. It grabbed me right off the ground, I could feel it squeezing the air out of me! To make matters even worse Harbo, one of our mercenaries, tried to take a shot off to free me but he missed and the blaster pierced my shoulder. I remember waking up on the ground with Kyusei and the others standing over me. Little did I know that things were going to get worse…

About 20 minutes of navigating the mossy tunnels, the light dimming as we dive deeper. The glowrods give off just enough light to show the corridor writhing up ahead. Flint fires off a shot with his DL-44 and sends a huge swarm of bark rats our way! The rats scurry towards Kyusei, but his vibro-rapier makes fast work of a pack. They charged toward Flint and quickly overwhelmed him, crawling up his legs and back. I took a careful aim with my good arm and blasted one clean off before it could sink it’s yellow teeth into him. Flint was able to dispatch the other few rats with ease. I found a circuit breaker somehow still with a functioning power cell, the emergency lights flickered on and filled the mossy-green corridor with a dull orange. Finally, we had found the security door we were looking for; it was solid and stuck in place from years of abandonment. I still had that trusty detonite charge, could this be the best use? Sure, why not? I set the charge, no problems there… Step back 40 feet… annnnnnnnd boom. It exploded with the sound of a hutt tripping over itself. IT BARELY MOVED!? The door was opened, but we couldn’t even squeeze through. As we leaned in to look through the black, two vine-snakes lunged out at us! The door was too small for them to make it through and Kyusei skewered them. With some strain, pushing and sheer muscle we were in!

Kyusei took point, the room was large and safe. Flint and I made our way in. The Vault? It was sitting about 15 feet down a 3 foot gap in the floor… I volunteered to drop down into the pit and inspect the vault to plan the next steps. It seems do-able… I started to tinker with the lock and after a few minutes I heard the satisfying klink of the tumblers falling into place. The door opened wide to reveal the precious metal bars we’ve been hunting for. I called up to the team to pull me back up so we can discuss the plan to remove the 50+ bars, plus the cybernetics and datapads within. As I was ascending towards the team a sharp pain hit my leg! I remember kicking whatever it was off my leg and the team helped pull me up. I could barely walk and just lay in the corner trying to stay concious from the blood loss. Kyusei and Flint can fight whatever it is, I think I’m out of this one…

3 hours later**
Kyusei must have carried me out. I woke up back on the ship with a med-droid hovering over me. My shoulder was feeling better, but my leg was still in a lot of pain. Good night from the sick-bay.

Unfinished business on Cholganna
New Opportunist, Old Opportunity

The party safely and successfully escaped the clutches of The Empire as well as The Yiyar Clan. Their destination: ISO-1, a large freighter that serves as a mobile base of operations for ISOTech. The team uses this opportunity to get rested and also search for some equipment…

Jager picks up a Catch Vest for some personal protection, his Heavy Clothing worn and dirtied from the trek. Jager finds a nice quiet workstation and starts to tinker on his HL-27 blaster pistol.

Kyusei, frustrated by the loss of his heirloom Vibroblade, finds a replacement Vibro-Rapier. It will do nicely until he has time to catch up with that Mercenary, Blade. A message comes through on an encrypted holovid from The Clan, indicating that he has a target left behind on Cholganna and he has 1 week to fulfill his obligation.

Flint strikes up a conversation with Roem and finds out that there is still a very large reward for the precious metal bars left behind on Cholganna. There are also some cybernetic parts and data that Craytala left behind in the rushed exodus…

Roem stands up from behind his desk.

“So what do you say? 50 precious metal bars locked in a vault deep in the Sa’Nalor. Bring me back the bars and I’ll give you a fine cut.” Flint eagerly chimes in “I’m looking for a new employer. How does 10% of the payout sound?”

Roem nods his head in agreement. “Fair enough. I have an extra YT-2400 ship that you can use for ISOTech business. Plenty of storage on board, plus we’ll be able to keep track of you in case anything goes awry.” Roem looks over his new employee, then at Kyusei and Jager “What about you two? You’ve done some fine work from what I understand. I’d like to extend the same offer to you. "

The response is hesitant from both. “I have a few commitments already, I can’t guarantee I’ll be available. But I’ll come when I can” Jager replies. Kyusei nods his head in agreement, “My commitment is to my clan. If I can assist, I will.”

Roem scratches his head, confused by his previous generosity to these strangers. “Well, until you change your mind how does a 5% payout on any jobs sound? Of course, you won’t get the same kind of services as Mr. Lightfoot. If you ever change your mind about coming on full time just let me know. I want to make sure that my investment is very well protected, so I’m going to assign some personal mercenaries to accompany you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but the contents of that vault run upwards of 400,000 credits.”

Jager’s jaw drops as he pauses for a moment “Count me in for this one.” Kyusei again nods his head in agreement. Flint and Tien are well on-board with the mission, as well as Roem’s mercenaries.

With that, the crew boards the YT-2400 freighter and departs ISO-1. Flint punches in the astrogation coordinates and they set off to Cholganna……

Mercenaries and Mishaps

Foz here. We arrived on this junk-heap of a planet. Between TIE Fighters, acid splash and falling ruins the ship has taken a real beating. I got a quote on repairs, ETA for parts is a week… Flint and Jager went out to look for parts to repair a derelict ISOTech shuttle, Kyusei is trying to get on the HoloNet to send a message and my crew has been working on some minor repairs until parts arrive.

Jager and Flint seem to have been succesful, their skiff just pulled up with a load of parts. Some other skiffs are coming in now too with more parts. Maybe I can find what I need…

~ 1 Hour Later ~

That’s a job well done. Those skiffs were loaded with scavenger mercenaries trying to steal our ship. We pushed them back, but the ship took more damage. Roem is sending me the rest of my credits and I’m finally rid of those hitchhikers. Now I’m off to settle a debt with a certain Galactic Empire… Foz out.

Foz and his mercenaries got what they wanted: a wealth of credits and a debt paid. Or at least that is what they believe. Foz, Blade, Gunner, Courte’ and Keph make for a system far away.

Flint, Jager and Kyusei are left behind with ISOTech and are now considering a very comfortable position with the company. The success was accomplished by rescuing Dr Kraytala, Captain Harsol, securing research data and insuring that ISOTech assets are safe. ISOTech is now offering the party a comfortable position, opening up new roads for them to explore. Unfortunately they also left behind a trail for The Empire…

Welcome to the Jungle

We dropped out of hyperspace into some kind of dust nebulae. The ship took a pounding but it held together long enough. The green jewel planet close and within 30 minutes we were in the atmosphere. Thick jungle trees covered the surface with mountains and hills jutting above. Finding a crashed ship was not gonna be easy.

We started by breaking the planet up in to sections, running scans on each section for wreckage and holo-signals. Hours went by before we finally saw a clearing with a crashed escape pod. Kyusei, Courte and Blade rappelled down to investigate. The pod was corroded and damaged, a charred “BESH-32” marked on the side. We were barely able to salvage the navcomputer without it falling apart from rust, unfortunately we didn’t have the time or capability to get it functioning.

A few more hours and we finally made the big find: a large section of a downed ship. Keph set us down in a clearing. We all set out on foot, the jungle was alive with animal sounds. This reminds me a lot of our campaign out on Kashyykk, danger was everywhere.

The wreck was massive so we split up into two groups. Kyusei, Gunner and myself took a high passage while IT3PO, Courte and Blade took another passage. The last thing I remember was Kyusei pressing forward through a dark corridor, then down I went. It was dark and wet, the rushing current pulled me through parts of the ship and I was just struggling to keep my head above the water.

I remember waking up, Gunner laying face down next to me and a Nexu cautiously snapping at his limp body. I raised my blaster towards the beast and fired off a hail of shots, managing to scare it away just long enough for Kyusei to leap down onto the shore. The Nexus took up a pouncing position, but Kyusei carefully slashed it across the face leaving it blinded in both eyes.

A quick stim got us both back on our feet and we were on the path to another clearing nearby. Keph said that he found something else, something big. Making our way down a small twisting path, it was almost like the canopy was moving. Turns out, it was. These strange creatures started to descend on us. One of them dropped right on top of me, the fangs being held back only by my blaster rifle. It was a messy battle, but we walked away with minor injuries, except for me. I’m still bleeding out my side from the fall…

We had finally found what Keph had spotted, it was a small settlement nearby but it was wholly abandoned. Just then we were ambushed by the Yiyar Clan. They found us surprisingly fast. I didn’t have the strength to fight, I remember fading in and out of conciousness. The last thing I remember was being back on board the ship with IT-3PO, Courte and Keph watching over me…

Meanwhile, in the Jungle

Gunner, Blade and Kyusei travel across the wet jungle searching for the Yiyar Clan’s ship. Two guards stand post at the boarding ramp. But Kyusei and Gunner make quick work of them. They board the salvage shuttle to find a human and an unconscious rodian locked up in a small cargo locker. The human introduces himself as Jager Falkes, saying that he is from the Traveling P.A.N.T.S., a farce which does not go over well. Jager explains that he has been keeping tabs on the Yiyar Clan and ended up here. Offering his help against Clan Yiyar, the mercenaries take him along.

As they trek through the jungle pathways they encounter Yav, of Clan Yiyar and some of his mercenaries. A gunfight ensues, but Yav is overtaken. Unfortunately so is Blade. We checked Yav for any data, but nothing came up. Nightfall was coming and the Nexu would be out. We made a quick hustle back to our ship, leaving Yav and his men to the jungle.

With one less rival in our way set off to find the wreckage of the Sa’Nalaor. We started to head down the path when we heard splashed and rustling coming from a nearrby river…

The Wheel
A Trip to Roem

We finished with Tomaas and boarded our ship. Courte’ and I got everything squared away, I think she’s ok and just got the wrong end of an arms deal. We checked our cargo hold and secured all the gear. Keph punched in the astrogation coordinates and we made the trip in short time. Our destination: The Wheel, a space station that is largely controlled my an AI and droids. I picked up an Ionization Blaster just in case things didn’t go so well…

Roem was our contact at The Wheel. The rodian didn’t have the usual pungent smell, a sign of a good businessman. Roem invited us into his office, a well decorated place called “ISOTech”. A well polished protocol droid stood behind an artfully crafted durasteel desk to greet us. “Greetings and welcome to ISOTech. Master Roem has been expecting you.”

Roem’s office was equally as luxurious as his entrance. Finely tanned hides and artwork dress the walls. The business-man sits in a comfortable chair behind a carved wroshyrr-wood desk, an older-model protocol droid standing beside him.

The arkanian smiles as he sees his new contractors come in. “Tomaas said that he had some very capable contacts that could assist me with this. I recently came in to possession of some very valuable information. A banking clan frigate called the Sa’’Nalaor was fleeing from an Imperial Star Destroyer, _”The Aggressor"_. The captain entered coordinates and jumped into hyperspace before The Aggressor had the chance to overtake it. The frigate was never seen or heard from again. Rumors circulate about what was on board; weapons, credits, medical supplies.

Roem pauses for a moment, as the protocol droid buzzes through the comms: “Master Roem, your next appointment is here.” “Alright, I’ll be with them in a minute.” Roem responds. “Please excuse me for the disturbance gentleman. As I was saying. All was quiet until recently when we intercepted an escape pod with this protocol droid aboard. The droid states that it was a survivor of the Sa’Nalaor and that it crashed on a planet called Cholganna. Your job in all of this is to find the Sa’Nalaor and bring back anything of value. Naturally we have an interest in technology and the Confederacy of Independent Systems certainly had their fair-share of it back in the day. This banking clan frigate could be full of treasures from the past, just waiting to be revealed.”

The group of mercenaries look at each other and weigh the options: find a crashed ship from 20 years ago, or have an arms dealer place bounties on their heads. “We’ll take it.” Foz says. “Good. I had a feeling you would and I think that you have a lot to gain from this. Tomaas doesn’t need to know about everything you find on board, so let’s keep that part between the two of us. This droid will be a helpful tool for you, it’s the only known survivor. I will send it to meet you once you’re ready to depart. Now if you don’t mind, I do have another appointment to tend to.”

As they get up to leave, Foz turns around and says “Just one thing, we’re going to need an advance on this payment. Tomaas sent us packing with little time or funds. If this mission is going to be successful then we’ll need at least 2000 credits up front.” Roem thinks for a moment and realizes the truth behind the statement. “Deal.” The group leaves the office, passing by a patient rodian in the waiting room.

We picked up a few supplies for the trip, nothing too exciting. After the supplies was the investigation. None of us knew anything about Cholganna, or wherever it was that we’re headed to. The only thing we knew is that if we pull this thing off then we can get Tomaas and his assassin off our back. As we were getting to settle in for the night we got a distress call from ISOTech. It was Roem’s sister, Roem had been attacked and his office ransacked. Someone also made off with C3P0.

Kyusei and I headed off towards ISOTech, we bumped into the green-skinned thieves pretty quick. As soon as they saw us they threw C3P0 onto a nearby luggage sled and took off. To our advantage there was another sled parked nearby but it was loaded up with junk. We had somewhere to be so I pushed the speeder scraps off in a hurry and jumped on the controls. Kyusei and I were pushing for a close position, we were able to close the gap and eliminate one of the toughs with ease. The chase ended abruptly when some loading droids closed off the escape route, resulting in a messy crash. Fortunately no civilians were hurt and were able to avoid the local security forces. We grabbed 3PO and ran off to our ship, which wasn’t far from the crash.

We pulled the astrogation coordinates faster than I’ve ever expected and arrived at Cholganna in half the time. Roem contacted us again before the jump and said that it was the Yiyar Clan, a rodian salvaging company, that attacked him. I have a feeling that we’ll be seeing them again in the future.

Time for Heroics and a bit of revenge
Life Lesson #1: Never trust a guy in a hood.
It’s me again, just checking in. It’s been quite a while since I’ve used a data-logger. I’m hearing a lot of mixed reports about Alderaan on the HoloNet: giant astroid, catastrophic self-implosion. I don’t know what happened, but somebody is going to pay for what they did.

Gunner says he has a contact and a plan to get things going for us. Some back-water world I’ve never heard of called “Katato”, or something like that. Blade took a nasty hit to the head from the loose cargo, we’ve got him patched up and resting back in the MedBay. Keph calls out to the captain from the cockpit “Foz, you gotta see this…”

A large freighter sits lifeless in space. Keph turns up the ship-to-ship comms and the all-too familiar distress call comes through: "This is the merchant freighter “Stalitz Flight” seeking assistance. Our ship was boarded by pirates they took our medical supply and credits, we have wounded on board. Please, help us." The message repeats on loop. Shakan looks the ship over, “You know as well as I, this is probably a trap.” Call it arrogance or experience, but I’ve boarded and been boarded plenty of times, what’s one more? Keph, can you get us close enough to board? Cool as always, Keph responds with a simple: “Yes, ETA 10 minutes.”

Wait a minute, you mean I can set this thing up for audio recording? Why have I been typing this whole time? Sha’kan, you have to tell me these things. This younger generation is really on the up & up. Am I getting too old for this? Foz grabs a grenade and straps the recorder for his data-logger onto a section of his padded armor and looks over at Sha’kan. Nah….

(10 minutes later…)

_Blade, Gunner, Sha’kan and Foz arm up and head down the umbilical, a ship-to-ship passage used for boarding procedures. The ship is quiet and dark with the exception of some sparking wires and dim emergency lighting. The umbilical connects to a 30×15 room with doors at either end. Crates are scattered around the area. Sha’kan spots a body stuck behind a crate, then another and another."

“Gunner, stick with Sha’kan and check out that body, see if there is any life left.” A loud shout and blaster fire interupt the tense silence of the boarding pilot “It’s an ambush! Get to some cover Blade!” The sound of a Heavy Blaster Rifle set to auto-fire spikes on the data-recorder. A battle-hardened devaronian straps on a breath mask and throws a toxic gas grenade towards the room. “Sha’kan, what is it, smoke?”. “No, toxic. Get their gas masks or we’re dead.” he responds. The gun fight rages on while the gas cloud gets ever larger. Two devaronians provide suppressive fire behind some cover. “Blade, take their masks, hurry!!” Blade pursues the devaronian attackers, leaping over cover and tearing off both of their masks. A quick slip from his knives ensure that they don’t get up

As the last devaronian pirate is dispatched by Sha’kan, a hail of gun-fire comes from around a corner. “My name is Captain Gideon, this is my ship. Surrender now, or die!” Far be it from Foz Biden, legendary jedi-hunter, to surrender to some pirate… “You’re out numbered and out gunned Gideon. You’re the dead man.” It sounded good at the time…

Another spray of rapid fire rattles off the ship interior, Sha’kan and Blade can be heard in the background as their cover starts taking hits “Foz, the gas cloud is getting bigger. Where’s your mask?” I miscounted the masks on these pirates. “Alright, tactical retreat back to the umbilical. Take one of the survivors so we can question him. This isn’t over yet.”

10 minutes later…

A devaronian sits in a chair, slumped back and severely injured. It’s been a while since I’ve done an interrogation, maybe I’ll leave this to Blade and Gunner, they always enjoyed that kind of thing.

6 hours and 1 less passenger later

The crew disembarks their freighter to meet a man named Tomaas. Gunner insists that Tomaas is a good source of information, credits and guns. Blade and Sha’kan discuss the tactics on the boarding attack. Foz is still feeling dazed, noticing the planet is nothing like his home. They finally reach a run-down cantina, fittingly named “The Sarlacc’s Pit”. The inside is busy with a large bar in the center, booths around the edges and a few secluded tables where sentients of every size and color conduct their business

This is probably the seediest dive I’ve ever been in. Gunner where is… Wait a minute… Is that…

A middle-aged woman stands across from a deep booth, a gand, duros, and trandoshan stand beside her with their weapons drawn and pointed at the booth. “This is it Tomaas and I won’t ask again. You can either take it, or leave it. But if you want trouble then I’ll be wearing your hide for boots.” she says with a firm voice. Gunner spots his target, “That’s him. The trandoshan is in the booth, we need to make sure he stays alive.” A raspy voice comes from the booth “You’ve had your change Courte’, you’ve sssstolen your lasst ssshipment.”

The table flips as chaos errupts in the bar. Bystanders diving for cover and fleeing for the exit. Courte’ and her guards exchange fire with Tomaas and his mercenaries. Sha’kan pauses for a moment, being a patient tactician. Sha’kan heads over to the far end of the bar where he notices a hooded figure patiently observing the gunfight. The gand and duros go down to a flurry of blaster fire, Tomaas has taken up a defensive position behind a table. Foz strikes a quick shot on one of Tomaas’ guards, catching him unaware. Courte’ isn’t so fortunate and takes several shots to the chest, she lay on the ground dazed as blaster bolts whiz past her in every direction. Out of dedication to his squad, Foz runs out from behind cover and pulls Courte’ to safety. “_You owe me one for this.”_ Courte’ smiles back, recognizing the aged voice of her squadmate_ “Nice to see you too, Captain.”_ A stun grenade goes off near Tomaas and shards of glass rain down from above as Sha’kan skillfully blasts some lighting…

Enough!!!” Tomaas yells as Courte’s last guard hits the ground. Tomaas spots Gunner, “_What took you ssso long to get here? Meet me in the back to discusssss our businesssss while my men finish off the ssscum.” “No, wait. Let them go Tomaas, you’ve proved your point. I’ll make up to you whatever they took, just let the rest of them live.”_ Foz says in an unusual tone…

Tomaas accepts Foz’ offer as he, Gunner and a winded Courte’ are pushed into a back room. Two bodyguards stand at the door and refuse to let Sha’kan in. Sha’kan decides to take a seat across from his hooded friend, keeping an eye on the door in case of any trouble.

The hooded figure says in a soft tone “Have you ever had Besalisk Cream Ale? It’s a fine alcohol that goes down smooth and is enjoyed slowly." Sha’kan thinks for a moment about his drinks and preferences “No, come to think of it I never have.” The hood calls to the service droid “Please, two Besalisk Cream Ales”. The droid responds in a polite and monotonous “Yes Sir”. Within minutes the drinks are served, but Sha’kan is ever vigilant and carefully checks his drink for poison. The drink is clean and Sha’kan sips it back, the alcoholic warmth tingles his throat and leaves a rich after taste.

The hood leans back in his seat, motioning for another round, he says to Sha’kan, “Let me tell you a story. A farmer living in the outer rim lives a very humble and quiet life with his family. One day that man meets another man visiting from the core worlds. The visitor comes in while the family is eating dinner, he sits down at the table and begins eating. The father tells his wife and two sons to leave while he speaks in private with their guest. The visitor says to the man, “I was sent here to kill you, they’re paying me 500 Republic Credits to do it. What do you think of that?” The farmer know’s this is the truth, so he gets up and heads to a small drawer and pulls out a bag containing 2000 Republic Credits. “Take it, it’s all I have. But please, I beg you, let me and my family live.”

The drinks arrive just as a squadron of Imperial Stormtroopers enter the cantina, their guns at the ready. The leading stormtrooper approaches the bar_ “We received a report of gunfire. You know there is a heavy fine for unauthorized weapon use in this sector. Is there anything to report?”_ The bartender looks around and passes the stormtrooper a credit stick, “Everything is fine here, just some equipment malfunctions.” he says. The Imperial
Stormtroopers leave almost as quickly as they arrived.

In the back room Tomaas pauses as he sees the Imperial uniforms enter the bar. As they leave he resumes his rant. “Thissss smooth-skinned smuggler tried to steal 200 blaster rifles right from my own ship. Now she turnsss up and sssays that she was ambushed by my own contacts. I want my weapons and I want them NOW!” Tomaas slams on a table, knocking over some bottles. Foz thinks about the situation, “Tomaas, I will do whatever I can to get you your weapons and root out any leaks in your company. Just let Courte’ and her ship go.” “No, the ship is too valuable.” Tomaas retorts. “Enough of your bargaining. Take the thief and go to The Wheel. You’ll meet a man named Roem who will help with getting my stolen goodssss back. Try anything, and I will place a Jedi’s Bounty on your head.” Foz looks at Courte’ and Gunner, they nod in agreement. “Alright, let’s go over the details” Foz says to Tomaas as he gets the details from the trandoshan merchant.

Meanwhile back at the bar…

Out of politeness Sha’kan apologizes to the speaker for the intrusion and enjoys another shot of the light Besalisk Cream Ale, which goes down with the same slickness._ "As I was saying… The visitor takes the bag of credits and smiles back at the farmer, “Thank you for your generosity. But, I never go back on my word.” he raises his blaster and shoots the farmer dead. The mother comes out from the kitchen to see what happened, she sees her husband on the ground with this stranger standing above him and she too is killed. Finally the oldest son comes out with his rifle and he too is killed before he can even raise his gun. The visitor leaves with his money and goes home."_

The hood pauses for a moment and leans in closer to Sha’kan.

“It is an old story, but it reminds me of my family. Sometimes people go numb from events like that. Sometimes they go numb from poisoned drinks. You’re probably feeling a tingling sensation in your fingers. Don’t fight it Sha’kan, you only have about 90 seconds left in your life.”

The figure removes his hood revealing the Cathar’s young and somber face. “I never introduced myself, my name is Kyusei. Your father killed my father, my mother and my brother. Your family took everything from mine that day. Now I will do the same to you, and the Maul family. Know this that I will have my revenge and it will begin with you.” Sha’kan is struggling to breathe as the blood vessels in his eye and skin rupture, his heart beats faster and faster with the adrenaline surging to keep him alive. “No Sha’kan Maul, the poison won’t kill you… I will.” Kyusei pulls open Sha’kan’s jacket and plunges a vibroknife into his chest. Placing the warm heart into a small lock box, Kyusei closes Sha’kans jacket and leans him back in his seat. Just as Foz, Gunner and Courte’ exit the back room.

Tomaas calls out across the bar, “Kyusei, you are my insurance policccy. Go with them and make sure they fulfill their end of the deal. If they try anything, kill them.” Tomaas glares at the crew of mercenaries as they walk out of the bar. Foz calls out to Sha’kan and asks him if he’s coming along. “He won’t be coming, his time has run out.” Foz notices the blood on Kyusei’s robe and with a nod of acceptance continues towards the docking bay.

The Beginning
The Blast heard across The Galaxy
My name is Foz Biden, a veteran of the clone wars and hunter of the Jedi that worked to take away the freedom of our minds. I remember the order of the republic, the self-righteous jedi and their corrupt ways. I was a captain of a mercenary team for 15 years. Then I met an Alderaanian woman, Teres Cabar, and after our first daughter i decided to settle down, enjoying the finer things of life. This is my story…

The peaceful core planet, Alderaan, seems to be bustling with an unusual amount of energy. A new moon has been spotted in orbit, causing explorers and thrill seekers to investigate. I remember sitting in the TapCafe, waiting for my old comrade to arrive…

I can’t forget the day, no matter how hard i try. It was weird for Gunner to contact me like this. Normally we’d be going on some type of large-scale conflict or asset containment mission, but Gunner said this was bigger than either. Gunner suggested I contact anyone that’d be willing to help. Sha’kan Maul came to mind immediately, his uncle was a good man and displayed courage in battle.

It was good to see the tall Zabrak, when he arrived, his tribal tattoos drawing some unusual attention from the human populace. We grabbed a seat at my favorite TapCafe – “The Handsome Stranger”. The bartender saved me a special booth in the corner for these type of meetings. It wasn’t long after that Gunner arrived, his face filled with horror and urgency, “No time for small—talk or drinks, we need to leave now. Something big is going down, you need to come with me.” I could tell that this wasn’t a prank, Gunner wasn’t the type anyways. Sha’kan and I left our seats, a hefty tip lay on the table to cover for our drinks.

My wife was gonna have my head if I didn’t give her a shout on the comms. “Hey Teres, I know it’s short notice but an old friend needs some help. I won’t be home for dinner tonight, but I’ll give you a call later. Make sure Jans gets to bed early tonight. Love you.” Looking back, I wonder if there was anything I could have done for them…

It took us about 20 minutes to get to the docking bay from the TapCafe. Blade and Keph were on board. The Weequay blade master looked haggered as usual, “Good to see you Cap’n.” he shouts from the cockpit. Keph was never one for words or conversation, just a simple hand wave. The old freighter still looked and smelled the same: smokey with a faint odor of tibanna gas and fuel. Foz asks Blade “Did you ever get this thing serviced? It still smells like the Republic”, the weequay’s face stares back, not quite understanding the joke. I make my way up towards Gunner and Keph in the cockpit, the clouds thinning as we leave the atmosphere.

Within 15 minutes we were leaving orbit, I was a bit surprised by the speed we were traveling at. The large “moon” was in the far distance, looking more and more ominous as left. “_So Gunner, what was so ur…”_ Before I could finish a thought, our ship rocked and twisted like I never thought possible. A stack of unsecured cargo crates fell onto Blade, tumbling him like a pebble in the sea. Sha’kan grabbed hold of one of the cargo nets, narrowly avoiding the same injuries as Blade. The massive shockwave sent us spinning wildly through space. You could hear the durasteel frame creaking with stress as chunks of debris slammed the hull. Keph and Gunner were strapped in securely to their pilot seats, both busy trying to get the ship back under control before it came apart at the seams. I was just trying to get a hold on what happened.

They say that when you’re near death your life flashes before your eyes. I’ve been near death plenty of times, but nothing could explain what I just saw. Glowing embers and debris filled the void where Alderaan once sat. It’s blue oceans, green pastures and snowcapped mountains were just a memory now. Everything that I worked for; my family, my friends, my home, they were all gone. My thoughts linger on my oldest daughter, a CorSec recruit, she was supposed to come visit this week… I wonder if she’s ok…


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