Two plans were devised. One was to plant a homing beacon on the company ship that came to pick up the next batch of mercs, then follow it to wherever the secret source of revenue was. The party even bought a homing beacon for this purpose. They were stymied by how to get close enough to a secure landing site to attach it, however, and went with plan B.
The second plan involved getting hired by the merc guild, Alephnaught, and then hoping they got sent to the secret site. Or perhaps discovering where it was through daily interactions among the mercs. To this end, they headed to the recruiting facility and said they wanted to join up. A merc named Booker asked the party about their experience, and explained that there would be skills testing to back up their claims. While this conversation was occurring, Treb noticed that the receptionist was discreetly looking down at this screen and then back up at the party. He figured that it was probably some sort of a background check, and that even if their recent criminal deeds were exposed, that wouldn't necessarily preclude their acceptance into a merc guild. Because, hey, it's a mercenary guild!
The party was ushered into a classroom and told to wait for the trainer/tester. After a few minutes, Mallory had a sudden sense of danger as the blast door to the room slammed shut and gas started hissing from the vents. Surprising both Treb and Prakk, he pulled out a lightsaber, took a deep breath, and started cutting through the door. After about a minute, he had a small hole cut, and he burned his face getting a breath of mostly fresh air. Prakk went to take a breath too and received a critical hit to the face from a stun blast. Mallory handed the lightsaber over to Treb to keep cutting while he did everything he could to remain conscious.
The mercs then started lobbing stun grenades through the hole in the door. Prakk grabbed a table and held it up against the hole to keep out the grenades for a short time. Unfortunately, the mercs blasted it to pieces, sending shrapnel into Prakk and dropping him. Mallory (and Treb, with a free hand) tried to return other grenades through the hole, but were only successful once. Having a grenade detonate on them upset the mercs, and they started throwing frag grenades into the hole instead. Treb had cut pretty far through to widen the hole, however, and the blast on the inside tore off a piece of metal and hurled it back into the mercs, killing one of them. Mallory tried to roll through the opening, but landed belly-down on the stil molten edge of the door. He dropped unconscious. Treb then turned off the lightsaber, pulled Mallory off of the edge of the door, and put the weapon beside him. He then successfully leaped through the hole and into a barrage of stun blasts.
The GM says we're only unconscious, but I'm counting it as a TPK. Awesome!
10.21.2010
We're Getting Warmer - 10/13 session recap
Prakk went into the building with the HR guy the party kidnapped, while the rest of the party drove around with his unconscious (and pregnant) wife. He spent an hour or two getting hiring data, and discovered that there were a lot of recent hires of mercenaries. A large percentage of those came from one system - Hestrom. This system was apparently known as having a strong mercenary guild presence.
The party released the couple out in the agricultural section near a road, and Treb gave them 500 credits for their troubles. They then rendezvoused with their ship and left the planet.
So what did the party do next? They set course for Hestrom, of course.
The party released the couple out in the agricultural section near a road, and Treb gave them 500 credits for their troubles. They then rendezvoused with their ship and left the planet.
So what did the party do next? They set course for Hestrom, of course.
10.07.2010
No Seriously, We're Over Our Heads - 9/29 and 10/6 session recaps
The party hit both high, low, and middle class bars for info. Prakk mingled at the high-class bar, but didn't appear to get any contacts. He may have, but such information wasn't really relayed to his companions. Treb and Mallory hit a dive bar and got the name of a hiring supervisor at a loading dock. All of them went to the galactic version of an Applebees and got the name of an HR manager.
Prakk did some looking up on the public networks and came up with the address of the HR manager.
The party also rented a cheap and sleazy room in a flophouse with a network connection, and Prakk tried to hack the company. He failed and drew down the police. During the time they spent at the middle-class bar, Treb noticed on the news that they had a poor sketch of Mallory as the perp in the hacking investigation.
So what was the plan? To kidnap the HR manager, use his credentials to get into the computers at the company, and then have Prakk hack it from the inside.
Treb shot out the video cameras in the back of the apartment building, and when the guards arrived to investigate, the party jumped them and rushed inside. Prakk hacked the security system to silence the alarm while Treb and Mallory incapacitated the guards and took their uniforms. While Prakk continued to hack down on the first floor, the other two went up to the HR manager's apartment. They knocked on the door and told him it was an emergency, that he needed to come with them. When he opened it up, they dropped him with a stun blast.
Treb wanted to make a quick getaway, but Mallory lingered a moment. Then the guy's wife called out from the other room. Mallory decided to go knock her out, so he went and punched her in the face. Lovely. So they got out of there, and went back down to Prakk. Prakk had silenced the alarm, and then given all of the guards an injection to keep them unconscious for a while.
They then went up to the server room, broke in, and stole the holo cubes containing the video footage. Back down in the parking garage, Treb hotwired a vehicle on the third try, and they made their escape.
They woke up their hostage, and in the course of the conversation discovered that there was no external network access to the company, that if they wanted to hack the records, they'd need to do it from inside the facility itself. And to get in, the hostage would need his badge. Which was back in his apartment. He called the party 2nd rate thugs, and they admitted that they were more like 3rd or 4th rate thugs. Prakk then knocked the guy out again with a shot.
Treb disabled the GPS on the vehicle so they couldn't be tracked, and then they went back to the apartment building. It was around 3 or 4am. No one was stirring. So Mallory and Treb went back to the apartment and got the guy's clothes and badge, as well as grabbing his wife.
Prakk did a full med scan on her, since she looked bad after Mallory's punch, and found she was pregnant. They woke up the hostage again and explained that they'd be holding his pregnant wife (by the way, congratulations!) while he and Prakk infiltrated the building so that Prakk could hack it.
The party is made up of certified geniuses.
So that's the plan now.
Prakk did some looking up on the public networks and came up with the address of the HR manager.
The party also rented a cheap and sleazy room in a flophouse with a network connection, and Prakk tried to hack the company. He failed and drew down the police. During the time they spent at the middle-class bar, Treb noticed on the news that they had a poor sketch of Mallory as the perp in the hacking investigation.
So what was the plan? To kidnap the HR manager, use his credentials to get into the computers at the company, and then have Prakk hack it from the inside.
Treb shot out the video cameras in the back of the apartment building, and when the guards arrived to investigate, the party jumped them and rushed inside. Prakk hacked the security system to silence the alarm while Treb and Mallory incapacitated the guards and took their uniforms. While Prakk continued to hack down on the first floor, the other two went up to the HR manager's apartment. They knocked on the door and told him it was an emergency, that he needed to come with them. When he opened it up, they dropped him with a stun blast.
Treb wanted to make a quick getaway, but Mallory lingered a moment. Then the guy's wife called out from the other room. Mallory decided to go knock her out, so he went and punched her in the face. Lovely. So they got out of there, and went back down to Prakk. Prakk had silenced the alarm, and then given all of the guards an injection to keep them unconscious for a while.
They then went up to the server room, broke in, and stole the holo cubes containing the video footage. Back down in the parking garage, Treb hotwired a vehicle on the third try, and they made their escape.
They woke up their hostage, and in the course of the conversation discovered that there was no external network access to the company, that if they wanted to hack the records, they'd need to do it from inside the facility itself. And to get in, the hostage would need his badge. Which was back in his apartment. He called the party 2nd rate thugs, and they admitted that they were more like 3rd or 4th rate thugs. Prakk then knocked the guy out again with a shot.
Treb disabled the GPS on the vehicle so they couldn't be tracked, and then they went back to the apartment building. It was around 3 or 4am. No one was stirring. So Mallory and Treb went back to the apartment and got the guy's clothes and badge, as well as grabbing his wife.
Prakk did a full med scan on her, since she looked bad after Mallory's punch, and found she was pregnant. They woke up the hostage again and explained that they'd be holding his pregnant wife (by the way, congratulations!) while he and Prakk infiltrated the building so that Prakk could hack it.
The party is made up of certified geniuses.
So that's the plan now.
In Over Our Heads - 9/22 session recap
The captain, Ochoa, said the party had 5 hours on station before he took off again. So they went looking for a stunstick to replace the one Mallory lost on Neijwein. There was a lot of dickering over price, but he finally selected one. Prakk picked up a few grenades, and Treb picked up some Twi'lek porn.
Before they could get into any more trouble, the Captain called them back to the ship. The Boss wanted to talk to them immediately.
The party flew to Nar Shabob, where they docked at a classy and heavily guarded skyscraper. They were escorted to The Boss, who said that he'd heard that they were the kind of people to "get things done". He said one of his rivals was getting a serious cash influx, and wanted to know where it was coming from.
Never ones to say no (because they're morons) the party accepted the assignment with no promise of payment or anything of the sort. Treb figured that The Boss could sneeze more money on them if they succeeded than they'd normally get paid for a job. Brilliant.
So the party flew to the world that housed the headquarters of the rival, and started snooping around in bars for rumors.
Before they could get into any more trouble, the Captain called them back to the ship. The Boss wanted to talk to them immediately.
The party flew to Nar Shabob, where they docked at a classy and heavily guarded skyscraper. They were escorted to The Boss, who said that he'd heard that they were the kind of people to "get things done". He said one of his rivals was getting a serious cash influx, and wanted to know where it was coming from.
Never ones to say no (because they're morons) the party accepted the assignment with no promise of payment or anything of the sort. Treb figured that The Boss could sneeze more money on them if they succeeded than they'd normally get paid for a job. Brilliant.
So the party flew to the world that housed the headquarters of the rival, and started snooping around in bars for rumors.
9.03.2010
Despair and Paranoia - multi-recap through 9/1
GSC-40756(Gee-ess-see-four-oh-seven-five-six) is a red and orange binary system with one terrestrial world and three gas giants. The innermost planet has an oxygenated atmosphere that unfortunately has a large component of volatile gases. The world is young, and tidal forces are the cause of constant volcanic activity. Native life seems to be comprised of early plants and insects that live around salty and poisonous pools of dilute acid.
Your ship, Temper's Folly, shudders as it slams through turbulent thermals and ash clouds. "Shields are at 25% and dropping," says Roopa. "Too much ash in the air. Too much lightning."
"Damned landing beacon isn't broadcasting," grunts the captain. "We wouldn't have to fly low like this otherwise. Just keep the shields up for a few more minutes and we'll be on the ground. Intact, if we're lucky."
Treb sticks his head into the cockpit and bangs it on the doorway as the ship bounces through another thermal. "Are we landing anytime soon?" In response, a metallic thunk rocks the vessel to one side, and an alarm goes off on the console.
"Strap down back there! Looks like we took a hit from falling rocks! What the fuh-"
A rattle of stones on the hull precedes Roopa's commentary. "Shields at zero. Hull damage on left wing." Treb disappears from the doorway and straps in beside Mallory and Prakk. He looks at them and just shrugs.
The Folly drops rapidly, almost free-falling, and breaks through the bottom of a layer of smoke and steam. Her wing is smoking from a few holes burned into it by still-molten ejecta. Through the port you can see a rain of ash and glowing stones. The ground rushes up, and you hear the whine of the engines slowly increase in pitch. The next few moments seem to take forever, but then your seat slaps you in the rear and you know that you're down. The cabin rumbles from tremors outside, but is otherwise stable.
As you unstrap, the captain steps out of the cockpit and snaps a few orders. "Roopa and Prakk, stay with me and help fix the Folly. We want to be ready to go as soon as we can make the drop. Mal and Prakk, head out there and see if you can find any of those researchers alive down on this rock. If you can, get the landing beacon online so our customer won't crash-land. And don't forget your masks."
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Mal and Prakk surveyed the landing pad and then checked on the landing beacon. They found that it was intact, but there was no power coming from the thick cables running back to the underground facility. They traced the cables, but found no breaks in the line. They discovered cargo droids with depleted energy cells and an entrance into the base. As they walked the corridors they encountered a quarren behind a stack of cargo containers. He had a blaster leveled at them, and was about to fire. Mal threw a rock into the containers hard enough to tumble them into the assailant and knock him unconscious.
They found a datapad on him, but it appeared to be scrambled. Prakk administered some first aid, and when he became conscious, the quarren seemed to think they were pirates who had come to capture him. Another shot of drugs, and the quarren was sedated.
In the computer center, they found that the main computer was powered down. Further into the base, they came to the living quarters. There were a dozen rooms, and all but one looked unoccupied. The last one, however, was locked. After some persuasion, they managed to get the resident to open the door. A stench boiled out of the room and a filthy human stood in the doorway. He looked feral, but calm. Well, perhaps not calm, but despondent. He perked up at the prospect of escaping this planet.
He said his name was Garram, and he said that he was a geophysicist. He and the quarren, Sugglu, were scientists on contract to explore this world. But the supply ship that was supposed to come at 6 months never did, and Sugglu went crazy. He cut off the power, scrambled the computers, and terrified Garram into locking himself into his one-room quarters for a few months.
Garram became desperate, and said that he'd pay his entire savings of ten thousand credits if they'd take him off world. So Prakk and Mal took both of the scientists to Temper's Folly, and the captain accepted the credits for their transport.
They went back to the station and were easily able to restore power. The generator had just been turned off. There wasn't any major sabotage there. But when Prakk investigated the computer system, he found that it had intentionally been scrambled. The landing beacon wouldn't come online without the computer, so he sat down to fix things.
Mal patrolled the perimeter for hours without seeing another soul. Despair crept into his heart, and even though he knew something was not right here, he found that he was increasingly uninterested in searching for it. This rock was a waste of space, and the sooner they were able to leave, the better.
Roopa caught up with him, and they did one last sweep. Roopa's keen eyes picked up a flutter of fabric a short distance away, and he sent Mal to investigate. It was a piece of a flight suit that had been torn off. And Mal swore that he saw one of the many volcanic rocks move a little bit. Roopa dismissed it for a while, and berated Mal for seeing things. But then he saw a rock move himself, and took a couple of shots at it. The shots had no effect, and he refused to admit that he had seen anything at all.
Prakk got the beacon back online, and Mal and Roopa returned to the ship without further incident. Mal tried to tell Prakk about the moving rocks, but was ignored.
Soon enough, a sleek imperial ship landed, and two humans in suits emerged. The captain handed over an armored suitcase, and the men (Mr. Ovit and Mr. Jass) handed over the credits. They asked about the researchers, and the party told them about the deal they had to get them off-planet. Mr. Jass explained that their contracts were not yet up, and that they should be given over into his custody. Sugglu was still tranquilized, and was given no choice in the matter, but Garram agreed to go with them as long as he was getting off this rock. The captain returned his credits to him, and he went with the two men.
A few minutes later, the suits went into the base where Prakk was still decrypting the computer system. They seemed surprised to find him there, but explained that all of the research data here was confidential and proprietary. The escorted him out of the facility without incident, and once aboard Temper's Folly, the captain raised the landing ramp and lifted for space. Everyone got 1500 credits for a successful delivery.
A few days later, on a planet called Neijwein, the party was spending their hard-earned cash on drinks and women. The captain called Prakk to tell him that an encrypted message had been sent to him via the ship's comm. Prakk ignored it until morning, and then took the time to decrypt it. It was a message from Sugglu, saying that he had some important information about the research facility, and to meet him. He gave a time and a place, and it turned out that the time was only an hour away. Prakk gathered his companions, and they walked to the rendezvous.
The designated spot was a landing pad on the roof of an aged shopping tower. They stepped out of the lift, and Mal said that he saw someone duck behind the wall near the edge of the tower. He charged forward, and Roopa drew his blaster while moving more cautiously forward. Mal found Sugglu down on the ground with a blaster shot to the chest, and Garram was there with a blaster leveled at him. Mal yelled out, "Man down!" and moved towards Garram.
Garram said, "Don't make me do this!" as Mal stepped towards him. Mal struck him with his stunsticks, and the blaster shot went wide. Prakk ran forward to Sugglu and immediately started emergency resuscitation. Mal struck Garram again, and in his pain and disorientation, Garram stumbled back to the edge of the building and fell off. Mal dove to the edge, hand outstretched, but missed Garram by inches. Garram fell to his death several stories below.
Prakk was able to stabilize Sugglu, and Roopa started sneaking around the outer perimeter of the building. He came around a corner and saw that what looked to be a gang of punks had emerged from the lift. They sported various melee weapons, including a cybernetic arm, and they looked ready for a fight. He aimed at the leader and told him to drop his weapon. Two other gang members came up beside him and looked threatening. As soon as the leader moved, Roopa dropped him with a single shot, and the other two charged him. Two more had been out of sight, and they rushed forward as well. One towards Mal, and the other towards Roopa. Mal dodged his attacker's first blow, but took a hit to the shoulder as he leaped towards Roopa. As he did so, the three thugs heading for Roopa slammed to the ground as it hit by a hammer. Roopa shot the first of the three in the head to make sure he stayed down. Mal's attacker turned his attention to Prakk, but his punch missed. Prakk drew his blaster and calmly told him to surrender. Fear widened the thug's eyes, and he made a run for the lift. Roopa shot him in the back before he could reach it.
Almost immediately, the party heard approaching sirens. Suspending Sugglu between two of them like a drunken companion, they got to the lift and made it to street level. Amazingly, they were able to escape back to the ship without getting caught, and shortly thereafter the captain lifted off for the next mission.
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Your ship, Temper's Folly, shudders as it slams through turbulent thermals and ash clouds. "Shields are at 25% and dropping," says Roopa. "Too much ash in the air. Too much lightning."
"Damned landing beacon isn't broadcasting," grunts the captain. "We wouldn't have to fly low like this otherwise. Just keep the shields up for a few more minutes and we'll be on the ground. Intact, if we're lucky."
Treb sticks his head into the cockpit and bangs it on the doorway as the ship bounces through another thermal. "Are we landing anytime soon?" In response, a metallic thunk rocks the vessel to one side, and an alarm goes off on the console.
"Strap down back there! Looks like we took a hit from falling rocks! What the fuh-"
A rattle of stones on the hull precedes Roopa's commentary. "Shields at zero. Hull damage on left wing." Treb disappears from the doorway and straps in beside Mallory and Prakk. He looks at them and just shrugs.
The Folly drops rapidly, almost free-falling, and breaks through the bottom of a layer of smoke and steam. Her wing is smoking from a few holes burned into it by still-molten ejecta. Through the port you can see a rain of ash and glowing stones. The ground rushes up, and you hear the whine of the engines slowly increase in pitch. The next few moments seem to take forever, but then your seat slaps you in the rear and you know that you're down. The cabin rumbles from tremors outside, but is otherwise stable.
As you unstrap, the captain steps out of the cockpit and snaps a few orders. "Roopa and Prakk, stay with me and help fix the Folly. We want to be ready to go as soon as we can make the drop. Mal and Prakk, head out there and see if you can find any of those researchers alive down on this rock. If you can, get the landing beacon online so our customer won't crash-land. And don't forget your masks."
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Mal and Prakk surveyed the landing pad and then checked on the landing beacon. They found that it was intact, but there was no power coming from the thick cables running back to the underground facility. They traced the cables, but found no breaks in the line. They discovered cargo droids with depleted energy cells and an entrance into the base. As they walked the corridors they encountered a quarren behind a stack of cargo containers. He had a blaster leveled at them, and was about to fire. Mal threw a rock into the containers hard enough to tumble them into the assailant and knock him unconscious.
They found a datapad on him, but it appeared to be scrambled. Prakk administered some first aid, and when he became conscious, the quarren seemed to think they were pirates who had come to capture him. Another shot of drugs, and the quarren was sedated.
In the computer center, they found that the main computer was powered down. Further into the base, they came to the living quarters. There were a dozen rooms, and all but one looked unoccupied. The last one, however, was locked. After some persuasion, they managed to get the resident to open the door. A stench boiled out of the room and a filthy human stood in the doorway. He looked feral, but calm. Well, perhaps not calm, but despondent. He perked up at the prospect of escaping this planet.
He said his name was Garram, and he said that he was a geophysicist. He and the quarren, Sugglu, were scientists on contract to explore this world. But the supply ship that was supposed to come at 6 months never did, and Sugglu went crazy. He cut off the power, scrambled the computers, and terrified Garram into locking himself into his one-room quarters for a few months.
Garram became desperate, and said that he'd pay his entire savings of ten thousand credits if they'd take him off world. So Prakk and Mal took both of the scientists to Temper's Folly, and the captain accepted the credits for their transport.
They went back to the station and were easily able to restore power. The generator had just been turned off. There wasn't any major sabotage there. But when Prakk investigated the computer system, he found that it had intentionally been scrambled. The landing beacon wouldn't come online without the computer, so he sat down to fix things.
Mal patrolled the perimeter for hours without seeing another soul. Despair crept into his heart, and even though he knew something was not right here, he found that he was increasingly uninterested in searching for it. This rock was a waste of space, and the sooner they were able to leave, the better.
Roopa caught up with him, and they did one last sweep. Roopa's keen eyes picked up a flutter of fabric a short distance away, and he sent Mal to investigate. It was a piece of a flight suit that had been torn off. And Mal swore that he saw one of the many volcanic rocks move a little bit. Roopa dismissed it for a while, and berated Mal for seeing things. But then he saw a rock move himself, and took a couple of shots at it. The shots had no effect, and he refused to admit that he had seen anything at all.
Prakk got the beacon back online, and Mal and Roopa returned to the ship without further incident. Mal tried to tell Prakk about the moving rocks, but was ignored.
Soon enough, a sleek imperial ship landed, and two humans in suits emerged. The captain handed over an armored suitcase, and the men (Mr. Ovit and Mr. Jass) handed over the credits. They asked about the researchers, and the party told them about the deal they had to get them off-planet. Mr. Jass explained that their contracts were not yet up, and that they should be given over into his custody. Sugglu was still tranquilized, and was given no choice in the matter, but Garram agreed to go with them as long as he was getting off this rock. The captain returned his credits to him, and he went with the two men.
A few minutes later, the suits went into the base where Prakk was still decrypting the computer system. They seemed surprised to find him there, but explained that all of the research data here was confidential and proprietary. The escorted him out of the facility without incident, and once aboard Temper's Folly, the captain raised the landing ramp and lifted for space. Everyone got 1500 credits for a successful delivery.
A few days later, on a planet called Neijwein, the party was spending their hard-earned cash on drinks and women. The captain called Prakk to tell him that an encrypted message had been sent to him via the ship's comm. Prakk ignored it until morning, and then took the time to decrypt it. It was a message from Sugglu, saying that he had some important information about the research facility, and to meet him. He gave a time and a place, and it turned out that the time was only an hour away. Prakk gathered his companions, and they walked to the rendezvous.
The designated spot was a landing pad on the roof of an aged shopping tower. They stepped out of the lift, and Mal said that he saw someone duck behind the wall near the edge of the tower. He charged forward, and Roopa drew his blaster while moving more cautiously forward. Mal found Sugglu down on the ground with a blaster shot to the chest, and Garram was there with a blaster leveled at him. Mal yelled out, "Man down!" and moved towards Garram.
Garram said, "Don't make me do this!" as Mal stepped towards him. Mal struck him with his stunsticks, and the blaster shot went wide. Prakk ran forward to Sugglu and immediately started emergency resuscitation. Mal struck Garram again, and in his pain and disorientation, Garram stumbled back to the edge of the building and fell off. Mal dove to the edge, hand outstretched, but missed Garram by inches. Garram fell to his death several stories below.
Prakk was able to stabilize Sugglu, and Roopa started sneaking around the outer perimeter of the building. He came around a corner and saw that what looked to be a gang of punks had emerged from the lift. They sported various melee weapons, including a cybernetic arm, and they looked ready for a fight. He aimed at the leader and told him to drop his weapon. Two other gang members came up beside him and looked threatening. As soon as the leader moved, Roopa dropped him with a single shot, and the other two charged him. Two more had been out of sight, and they rushed forward as well. One towards Mal, and the other towards Roopa. Mal dodged his attacker's first blow, but took a hit to the shoulder as he leaped towards Roopa. As he did so, the three thugs heading for Roopa slammed to the ground as it hit by a hammer. Roopa shot the first of the three in the head to make sure he stayed down. Mal's attacker turned his attention to Prakk, but his punch missed. Prakk drew his blaster and calmly told him to surrender. Fear widened the thug's eyes, and he made a run for the lift. Roopa shot him in the back before he could reach it.
Almost immediately, the party heard approaching sirens. Suspending Sugglu between two of them like a drunken companion, they got to the lift and made it to street level. Amazingly, they were able to escape back to the ship without getting caught, and shortly thereafter the captain lifted off for the next mission.
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GNN - Neijwein Local Edition
Two Imperial scientists and five local band members were attacked today on the rooftop of the Jafaldin Shopping Tower by two hitmen.
The brutal attack left one scientist, Garram Levinson, dead.
One of his assailants beat him with stunsticks as he tried to defend himself, and then pushed him off the side of the building. Surveillance cameras on a neighboring building happened to record the incident.
The other scientist, Sugglu Ch'bluumgr'u,
No ransom demands have been made yet, but Imperial authorities suspect that it was his research that the assailants were after.
The members of punk band "Vong Breeders" seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but were slain as well.
The attackers have been identified by Imperial authorities as Mallory Dawntreader and Roopa Farooki.
These two appear to be some sort of hitmen, but it is unknown who hired them. A bounty of 5000 credits has been placed on both of them by local authorities if they are brought in alive. Sugglu is known to have a heart condition, and is not expected to survive his abduction, but a 5000 credit reward has also been offered for his safe return.
Imperial authorities have offered their condolences to the families of the victims, and have helped them arrange for funerals.
8.02.2010
Leave Nervisa Mor, For Real This Time - 7/29 session recap
While loading cargo prior to takeoff, the party was visited by a lady and her bodyguards. She smiled and beckoned to Prakk, and smitten with her, he took a few steps towards her to say hi. Prakk didn't notice the baster she had pointed at him, but everyone else did. As she fired, Dawntreader leaped in front of the shot intended for Prakk, and was knocked unconscious by the blast. Before anyone else could react, her guards tossed concussion grenades and ordered everyone onto the ground.
Prakk and Roopa ran back into the ship and slapped the door control button while Treb leapt to Dawntreader's side to see if he was still alive. Treb was grabbed, cuffed, and injected with something that knocked him out. Before the door of the ship closed, Prakk and Roopa saw the guards haul their two companions away.
After a discussion with the captain and the local stormtrooper constabulary, Prakk thought he had a lead on where the attackers went. It appeared that they rode beasts out towards the Deep, then met up with others with speeders. Roopa fired up the air bikes, and the two of them set out to find their crewmates.
Meanwhile, Treb woke up to find himself bound and naked in the middle of the desert amongst the skeletal remains of other humanoids. Dawntreader was beside him in a similar situation. After a while, Treb was able to free his feet and hands from the rope, and he helped Dawntreader do the same. Neither of them was in good shape, but they headed towards the only likelihood of shade and rescue at a plodding walk.
Hours later, Prakk and Roopa had finally gotten a better idea of where to search based on sensor history and the help of Elder Gilbreth. Two of the Gilbreth boys rode out with them to search 'The Boneyard'. They discovered the recent tracks made by their friends, and set out to find them. Eventually they spotted them huddled against a rock for shade. No sooner had they gotten to them and given them water and clothing when a Berkle attacked. It killed one of the Gilbreth boys and the party was able to escape before it ate any more of them.
Elder Gilbreth was sorry to hear about his kin, but the other boy was happy to be alive. The Elder also told Prakk to keep quiet about his farm.
The captain, after getting clear of the official investigation, came to pick them up, and then they shot away into space.
Prakk and Roopa ran back into the ship and slapped the door control button while Treb leapt to Dawntreader's side to see if he was still alive. Treb was grabbed, cuffed, and injected with something that knocked him out. Before the door of the ship closed, Prakk and Roopa saw the guards haul their two companions away.
After a discussion with the captain and the local stormtrooper constabulary, Prakk thought he had a lead on where the attackers went. It appeared that they rode beasts out towards the Deep, then met up with others with speeders. Roopa fired up the air bikes, and the two of them set out to find their crewmates.
Meanwhile, Treb woke up to find himself bound and naked in the middle of the desert amongst the skeletal remains of other humanoids. Dawntreader was beside him in a similar situation. After a while, Treb was able to free his feet and hands from the rope, and he helped Dawntreader do the same. Neither of them was in good shape, but they headed towards the only likelihood of shade and rescue at a plodding walk.
Hours later, Prakk and Roopa had finally gotten a better idea of where to search based on sensor history and the help of Elder Gilbreth. Two of the Gilbreth boys rode out with them to search 'The Boneyard'. They discovered the recent tracks made by their friends, and set out to find them. Eventually they spotted them huddled against a rock for shade. No sooner had they gotten to them and given them water and clothing when a Berkle attacked. It killed one of the Gilbreth boys and the party was able to escape before it ate any more of them.
Elder Gilbreth was sorry to hear about his kin, but the other boy was happy to be alive. The Elder also told Prakk to keep quiet about his farm.
The captain, after getting clear of the official investigation, came to pick them up, and then they shot away into space.
7.22.2010
Leaving Nervisa Mor - 7/21 session recap
Treb's premonition proved correct. As the party sped by on air bikes, Marauders from the Deep ambushed them. Prakk hit some sort of ionic mine that disabled his bike and caused him to nose into the dirt with the cargo. Marauders that had concealed themselves in low trenches popped out and started stealing the cargo.
Roopa gunned his bike as soon as he heard the explosion behind him, then made a turn to bring him back to the fight. Treb tried to run over one of the marauders but missed. Prakk took cover and tossed a frag grenade at the four assailants near him.
Treb dismounted and sought cover behind his bike while searching the rocks for snipers. He found one and started aiming. Roopa swept around and did likewise. Prakk tossed a stun grenade and knocked all four of the marauders unconscious. He then pulled out a blaster and started finishing them off with shots to the head.
The sniper exchanged fire with Roopa and Treb for a few seconds, scoring a hit on Treb. Finding it hard to hit from range, Roopa jumped on his bike and hung low on the side to gain cover while closing with the marauder on the rocks. Treb missed again, and the sniper noticed Prakk picking off his fallen companions. He unleashed a burst of fire in Prakk's direction, but missed. Prakk gave him the finger, which enraged him.
Roopa finally got up close and dispatched the sniper. Once everything was quiet, the cargo was reloaded, and the bodies were looted. They set off towards town again.
About an hour later, they arrived and called Dawntreader. He had just gotten to the Gilbreth farm, and hadn't expected the party to move so quickly. He said he'd come back as soon as possible. Roopa sold the marauders blasters to Galen at the bar, and then went to wait in the customs line at the starport with the cargo. Treb kept a pack of jawas at bay during a wait of at least an hour. Customs was uneventful, and the party was able to make the drop at docking bay 7. They collected the credits, then dropped the air bikes at their ship. The captain wasn't paying too much attention to them, so he didn't notice their wounds. The captain apparently doesn't like for the party to do side jobs, since he doesn't get a cut of those profits.
The party returned to The Pit to drop off Galen's share of the money, and Treb noticed a bar fight about to erupt. In classic style, someone got punched, then staggered into someone else, who spilled their beer on Prakk. Other people's drinking got disturbed and it immediately turned into a free-for-all. Our heroes showed some restraint this time, and only a few blaster shots were fired, mostly stunning shots or warning shots. Eventually the bouncer got into the mix and sorted things out.
Everyone retired to recover from the past couple of days, and Galen was nice enough to send up a couple of his girls to entertain the party for the evening. The next morning, the party reunited with Mallory and headed to the ship in order to get off this rock. Before they left, however, they checked out docking bay 42, and found that it was empty. Prakk checked the logs and found that no ship had docked there for about three weeks. This was somewhat odd, but the party didn't pursue it. Prakk said he'd have his dad take a look into Moff Drogen and straighten things out.
Roopa gunned his bike as soon as he heard the explosion behind him, then made a turn to bring him back to the fight. Treb tried to run over one of the marauders but missed. Prakk took cover and tossed a frag grenade at the four assailants near him.
Treb dismounted and sought cover behind his bike while searching the rocks for snipers. He found one and started aiming. Roopa swept around and did likewise. Prakk tossed a stun grenade and knocked all four of the marauders unconscious. He then pulled out a blaster and started finishing them off with shots to the head.
The sniper exchanged fire with Roopa and Treb for a few seconds, scoring a hit on Treb. Finding it hard to hit from range, Roopa jumped on his bike and hung low on the side to gain cover while closing with the marauder on the rocks. Treb missed again, and the sniper noticed Prakk picking off his fallen companions. He unleashed a burst of fire in Prakk's direction, but missed. Prakk gave him the finger, which enraged him.
Roopa finally got up close and dispatched the sniper. Once everything was quiet, the cargo was reloaded, and the bodies were looted. They set off towards town again.
About an hour later, they arrived and called Dawntreader. He had just gotten to the Gilbreth farm, and hadn't expected the party to move so quickly. He said he'd come back as soon as possible. Roopa sold the marauders blasters to Galen at the bar, and then went to wait in the customs line at the starport with the cargo. Treb kept a pack of jawas at bay during a wait of at least an hour. Customs was uneventful, and the party was able to make the drop at docking bay 7. They collected the credits, then dropped the air bikes at their ship. The captain wasn't paying too much attention to them, so he didn't notice their wounds. The captain apparently doesn't like for the party to do side jobs, since he doesn't get a cut of those profits.
The party returned to The Pit to drop off Galen's share of the money, and Treb noticed a bar fight about to erupt. In classic style, someone got punched, then staggered into someone else, who spilled their beer on Prakk. Other people's drinking got disturbed and it immediately turned into a free-for-all. Our heroes showed some restraint this time, and only a few blaster shots were fired, mostly stunning shots or warning shots. Eventually the bouncer got into the mix and sorted things out.
Everyone retired to recover from the past couple of days, and Galen was nice enough to send up a couple of his girls to entertain the party for the evening. The next morning, the party reunited with Mallory and headed to the ship in order to get off this rock. Before they left, however, they checked out docking bay 42, and found that it was empty. Prakk checked the logs and found that no ship had docked there for about three weeks. This was somewhat odd, but the party didn't pursue it. Prakk said he'd have his dad take a look into Moff Drogen and straighten things out.
7.20.2010
Character Dossiers, part 2
- Matt - Duros Scoundrel named Roopa Farooki, swoop bike pilot and badass
- Charlie - Masterless Human Jedi named Mallory Dawntreader
- Kevin - Twi'lek Scoundrel, slicer and security specialist
- Sean - Chiss Noble named Prakk, skilled in everything, with lots of money
- Mike - Human Scout named Treb Strakhov, ugly ex-Imperial recon
7.19.2010
Tough Medicine - 7/14 session recap (by Charles)
Treb got an idea in his head that really freaked him out. He became convinced that more thugs and assassins were going to come up behind the party and kill them. He found himself constantly looking over his shoulder. And he felt sure somebody was following them.
After making the turn off the main road at the bird rock, the party decided to sleep the night practically invisible in a rock outcropping. Prack suggested that they make a fire out of the dead and dry cactus like things that seemed to be the only vegetation in the area. It turned out to be a heck of an idea. The fire served to keep away predators and the smoke kept away the mosquito-like blood suckers.
Treb announced that he would not be continuing out to the Osbreth farm with the others. He was going to hide out at the new camp and watch the dry water bed path for baddies. The plan Treb outlined to the party was this:
Prack and Roopa continued on down the path toward the Osbreth farm leading the nerf-horse train behind them through the dried waterbed and rocks. Treb reassured them that the farm was just a straight shot from this point on and that the runner beasts would be no problem.
Both Ruppa and Prack felt misgivings about continuing on without Treb or Mal. They, apparently, were more concerned about problems ahead of them. More than once Ruppa cursed Treb as a paranoid, scruffy-looking nerf herder and Mal as a panty-chasing fool. For leaving them without meat shields on this venture.
Ruppa was heard to grumble, "Malory, that's a fricken girls name, the panzy. Not that there's anything the matter with that." Prack, on the other hand, was endlessly fascinated by the local insect life, sparse fauna and the snakes. He wondered more than once if there was a way to collect any of the snake venom without getting killed.
The sun was hot. The bugs were annoying, the nerf-horse runner beast things were spine-jarring to ride and the day seemed to drag on forever. Until out of the corner of Prack's eye he saw a large, insect-like creature approaching them. Both Prack and Ruppa were able to get off blaster shots at the beast and score hits. Unfazed, the monster snapped in two, two runner beasts in each claw from the back of the train and gulped down a third in a few chomps.
Again, the party fired. Small holes appeared in the creature's chitinous armor and a green ooze squirted out. But the monster didn't even seem to notice. Again, three runner beasts were scooped up and annihilated. The party split. Ruppa moved off to the right and fired a direct hit on the monster while Prack took the remainder of the beasts off ahead at a dead run, bouncing uncomfortably in the saddle and barely hanging on for dear life.
The giant carnivorous bug managed to gulp down three more runner beasts before Prack was able to get out of range of the thing. Finally, irritated to the point of fury by Ruppa's repeated blaster shots to its now holey shell, the monster charged after Ruppa, leaving Prack alone.
Again, Ruppa fired a direct hit on the beast, knocking off a twitching antennae before the thing could reach him. Then Prack sent a rain of blaster fire down on the monster that made it skitter backwards in terror, collecting pieces of slaughtered runner beast and finally disappearing into the rocks.
Glancing back over their shoulders periodically, the party caught only one more glimpse of the stealthy critter collecting carnage and slinking off out of view. With one runner beast still in tow, Prack and Ruppa continued onto the Osbreth farm after checking in with Treb. Treb gave them an all clear and they warned him about large bug things that might like to eat him for dinner.
The party proceeded ahead warily. Perhaps that's why they both noticed a sudden dead quiet in the area around them as they approached a turn in the dried river bed between an outcropping. Just as they felt sure that they should be reaching the farm. Ruppa and Prack backtracked a click, left their mounts and stealthy ascended the rock outcropping and peered over the edge.
There they saw three Stormtroopers with Air Bikes blocking the path. Ruppa's eye's got big. "These guys are dead men," he thought. "I want those bikes."
Two of the bikes were being used like toll gates with Stormtroopers standing ready next to them. A third trooper talked into a com link off to the side a bit, standing next to his own air bike. The bikes were armed with laser rifles and displayed Imperial insignias.
The party backed off and formulated a plan in whispers. Three or four large dust plumes later, using stun grenades and electrical pulse grenades of some kind (I don't remember), the party first disabled the Stormtrooper equipment and then knocked out the stormtroopers before the guys even knew what was going on.
Ruppa and Prack stripped the Stormtroopers of armor and equipment, slit their throats, killed the party's remaining mounts with the stormtrooper rifles and attempted to make the whole thing look like a shoot out. They then proceeded to the Osbreth farm.
The Osbreth's were all in a fury about the Imperial toll setup right outside their farm. They were greatly relieved to see Ruppa and Prack. They were afraid the Imperials would have scared them off.
Ruppa explained the Imperials would no longer be a problem. Taking a great liking to Prack, the Osbreth's volunteered to dump the bodies and equipment of the Troopers out in the "Deep" and make the Troopers disappear
The Osbreths were alarmed to hear that a Berkle was roaming so close to the farm outside of the deep. That's what they called the Acklay-like creature that had eaten almost all the party's runner beasts. They promised to investigate that as well.
The Osbreths helped Ruppa take the air bikes into a shed, remove the rifles and paint them black, blacking out the imperial emblem. Tracking devices were disabled earlier.
The guys found out that the "medicinal herbs" that they were smuggling turned out to really be "medicinal herbs" of amazing potency. Not illegal drugs. The Osbreth's good naturedly harvested Prack a few immature leaves which he stowed in a med pack. Ruppa dissuaded Prack from even considering taking the shipments for their own and accept their place as middlemen on this one. For fear of ending up in the "Deep" themselves.
The party arranged the medicinal cargo amidst food stuffs and other supplies in attempt to camouflage the presence for when they pass through check points at the space port. Then they met up with Treb, gave him a bike and continued toward town with the cargo on repulsor lifts in tow. Treb still had a funny feeling that he just can't seem to shake off.
After making the turn off the main road at the bird rock, the party decided to sleep the night practically invisible in a rock outcropping. Prack suggested that they make a fire out of the dead and dry cactus like things that seemed to be the only vegetation in the area. It turned out to be a heck of an idea. The fire served to keep away predators and the smoke kept away the mosquito-like blood suckers.
Treb announced that he would not be continuing out to the Osbreth farm with the others. He was going to hide out at the new camp and watch the dry water bed path for baddies. The plan Treb outlined to the party was this:
- Treb would watch the dried water bed for trouble from the followers he feared were there
- He'd alert the party if more goons came up from behind to allow the party time to prepare an ambush
- Treb would come up behind and the thugs would be trapped between Treb, the hammer, and the party, the anvil
Prack and Roopa continued on down the path toward the Osbreth farm leading the nerf-horse train behind them through the dried waterbed and rocks. Treb reassured them that the farm was just a straight shot from this point on and that the runner beasts would be no problem.
Both Ruppa and Prack felt misgivings about continuing on without Treb or Mal. They, apparently, were more concerned about problems ahead of them. More than once Ruppa cursed Treb as a paranoid, scruffy-looking nerf herder and Mal as a panty-chasing fool. For leaving them without meat shields on this venture.
Ruppa was heard to grumble, "Malory, that's a fricken girls name, the panzy. Not that there's anything the matter with that." Prack, on the other hand, was endlessly fascinated by the local insect life, sparse fauna and the snakes. He wondered more than once if there was a way to collect any of the snake venom without getting killed.
The sun was hot. The bugs were annoying, the nerf-horse runner beast things were spine-jarring to ride and the day seemed to drag on forever. Until out of the corner of Prack's eye he saw a large, insect-like creature approaching them. Both Prack and Ruppa were able to get off blaster shots at the beast and score hits. Unfazed, the monster snapped in two, two runner beasts in each claw from the back of the train and gulped down a third in a few chomps.
Again, the party fired. Small holes appeared in the creature's chitinous armor and a green ooze squirted out. But the monster didn't even seem to notice. Again, three runner beasts were scooped up and annihilated. The party split. Ruppa moved off to the right and fired a direct hit on the monster while Prack took the remainder of the beasts off ahead at a dead run, bouncing uncomfortably in the saddle and barely hanging on for dear life.
The giant carnivorous bug managed to gulp down three more runner beasts before Prack was able to get out of range of the thing. Finally, irritated to the point of fury by Ruppa's repeated blaster shots to its now holey shell, the monster charged after Ruppa, leaving Prack alone.
Again, Ruppa fired a direct hit on the beast, knocking off a twitching antennae before the thing could reach him. Then Prack sent a rain of blaster fire down on the monster that made it skitter backwards in terror, collecting pieces of slaughtered runner beast and finally disappearing into the rocks.
Glancing back over their shoulders periodically, the party caught only one more glimpse of the stealthy critter collecting carnage and slinking off out of view. With one runner beast still in tow, Prack and Ruppa continued onto the Osbreth farm after checking in with Treb. Treb gave them an all clear and they warned him about large bug things that might like to eat him for dinner.
The party proceeded ahead warily. Perhaps that's why they both noticed a sudden dead quiet in the area around them as they approached a turn in the dried river bed between an outcropping. Just as they felt sure that they should be reaching the farm. Ruppa and Prack backtracked a click, left their mounts and stealthy ascended the rock outcropping and peered over the edge.
There they saw three Stormtroopers with Air Bikes blocking the path. Ruppa's eye's got big. "These guys are dead men," he thought. "I want those bikes."
Two of the bikes were being used like toll gates with Stormtroopers standing ready next to them. A third trooper talked into a com link off to the side a bit, standing next to his own air bike. The bikes were armed with laser rifles and displayed Imperial insignias.
The party backed off and formulated a plan in whispers. Three or four large dust plumes later, using stun grenades and electrical pulse grenades of some kind (I don't remember), the party first disabled the Stormtrooper equipment and then knocked out the stormtroopers before the guys even knew what was going on.
Ruppa and Prack stripped the Stormtroopers of armor and equipment, slit their throats, killed the party's remaining mounts with the stormtrooper rifles and attempted to make the whole thing look like a shoot out. They then proceeded to the Osbreth farm.
The Osbreth's were all in a fury about the Imperial toll setup right outside their farm. They were greatly relieved to see Ruppa and Prack. They were afraid the Imperials would have scared them off.
Ruppa explained the Imperials would no longer be a problem. Taking a great liking to Prack, the Osbreth's volunteered to dump the bodies and equipment of the Troopers out in the "Deep" and make the Troopers disappear
The Osbreths were alarmed to hear that a Berkle was roaming so close to the farm outside of the deep. That's what they called the Acklay-like creature that had eaten almost all the party's runner beasts. They promised to investigate that as well.
The Osbreths helped Ruppa take the air bikes into a shed, remove the rifles and paint them black, blacking out the imperial emblem. Tracking devices were disabled earlier.
The guys found out that the "medicinal herbs" that they were smuggling turned out to really be "medicinal herbs" of amazing potency. Not illegal drugs. The Osbreth's good naturedly harvested Prack a few immature leaves which he stowed in a med pack. Ruppa dissuaded Prack from even considering taking the shipments for their own and accept their place as middlemen on this one. For fear of ending up in the "Deep" themselves.
The party arranged the medicinal cargo amidst food stuffs and other supplies in attempt to camouflage the presence for when they pass through check points at the space port. Then they met up with Treb, gave him a bike and continued toward town with the cargo on repulsor lifts in tow. Treb still had a funny feeling that he just can't seem to shake off.
7.08.2010
Assassins! - 7/7 session recap
The curtain rose on our intrepid heroes as they walked into The Pit, a rough tavern on the fringe world of Nervisa Mor. On their way to the bar, Prak noticed some guys who looked out of place sitting in the corner. Treb saw one of them look at a datapad on his table and then look at Prak.
After ordering a round of drinks, Treb elbowed Prak and said that there might be trouble. Prak immediately slipped a stun grenade out of his pocket, and Treb said, "At least let me finish my drink."
They spoke for a minute with the bartender, Galen, about a job. Someone out at Gilbreth's farm wanted a package delivered to Dock 7 at the spaceport with no Imperial entanglement. The party would then collect the payment and deliver it back to Galen, where everyone would get their cut. As they spoke, the party in the corner got up and started headed towards our heroes. Treb noticed it, gulped down the last of his beer, and told Prak, "Now."
Prak tossed the stun grenade over his shoulder, and it detonated amongst the tables. All three party members were caught in the blast, but it did very little damage. A thug cried out, "Drogen has a message for you!" and swung a force axe at Prak, who turned and shot him in the chest. Roopa likewise drew his blaster and shot another thug in the head. Treb, meanwhile unslung his carbine, accidentally blew away a bottle of whiskey on the shelf, then switched his weapon to stun while avoiding the grapple attempts by two other thugs.
One of the barmaids, Zureen, moved in to attack Prak from the side, but he saw her and commanded her to surrender. She dropped her vibrodagger and said, "How did you know?" The bartender hurled a bottle (presumably of some cheap juice) into the face of one of Treb's assailants, but the fight ended pretty quickly under Prak's commanding presence.
The party collected the weapons of the dead and surrendered assassins, and took their credits to pay Galen for damages to the bar. Prak and Treb both searched Zureen pretty thoroughly, but found no other weapons. Treb dragged her outside while the party planned their next move. She tried to seduce Treb, and pretended that she was just a barmaid, but he wasn't having any of it. Eventually she broke free and made a run for it. Roopa and Treb both missed, but they figured she wasn't important enough to chase down.
When the party asked, Prak said that Drogen was a Moff from another system, but he didn't know why he'd be gunning for him.
Prak made a deal with a local general store owner and bartered the blasters for some riding animals and supplies. The party called their fourth companion, Mark Dawntreader, on the commlink and told him where they were headed. Being a native, Mark gave them directions and said he'd meet them later on the trail.
A few clicks outside of town, Prak got shot out of the saddle by a sniper who turned out to be Zureen. Roopa charged her position on his mount, but was also shot. He dismounted and took cover behind it, and she shot it too. Treb dismounted, and calmly started taking aimed shots at her. After walking fire slowly up the rock she was hiding behind, he finally scored a critical hit, killing her instantly. Grumbling about not being able to question her now, he searched her belongings and took her blaster rifle. They found Prak behind his mount, alive but hurt. After rounding up her mount, the party headed on down the road.
Not much further along, they heard the sound of mounted pursuit coming up fast. They dismounted and immediately took shelter behind some rocks, leaving their riding beasts in the trail. About ten mounted thugs rode up, saw Roopa aiming at them from his hiding place, and opened fire. A major firefight erupted. Prak was hit again, and he ended up taking cover for the remainder of the fight. Roopa claimed 7 kills, Treb 2, and Prak 1. While searching the bodies, they saw that two of the guys were thugs that had attacked them back in the bar. "I think someone doesn't like you," was all that Treb said to Prak.
After ordering a round of drinks, Treb elbowed Prak and said that there might be trouble. Prak immediately slipped a stun grenade out of his pocket, and Treb said, "At least let me finish my drink."
They spoke for a minute with the bartender, Galen, about a job. Someone out at Gilbreth's farm wanted a package delivered to Dock 7 at the spaceport with no Imperial entanglement. The party would then collect the payment and deliver it back to Galen, where everyone would get their cut. As they spoke, the party in the corner got up and started headed towards our heroes. Treb noticed it, gulped down the last of his beer, and told Prak, "Now."
Prak tossed the stun grenade over his shoulder, and it detonated amongst the tables. All three party members were caught in the blast, but it did very little damage. A thug cried out, "Drogen has a message for you!" and swung a force axe at Prak, who turned and shot him in the chest. Roopa likewise drew his blaster and shot another thug in the head. Treb, meanwhile unslung his carbine, accidentally blew away a bottle of whiskey on the shelf, then switched his weapon to stun while avoiding the grapple attempts by two other thugs.
One of the barmaids, Zureen, moved in to attack Prak from the side, but he saw her and commanded her to surrender. She dropped her vibrodagger and said, "How did you know?" The bartender hurled a bottle (presumably of some cheap juice) into the face of one of Treb's assailants, but the fight ended pretty quickly under Prak's commanding presence.
The party collected the weapons of the dead and surrendered assassins, and took their credits to pay Galen for damages to the bar. Prak and Treb both searched Zureen pretty thoroughly, but found no other weapons. Treb dragged her outside while the party planned their next move. She tried to seduce Treb, and pretended that she was just a barmaid, but he wasn't having any of it. Eventually she broke free and made a run for it. Roopa and Treb both missed, but they figured she wasn't important enough to chase down.
When the party asked, Prak said that Drogen was a Moff from another system, but he didn't know why he'd be gunning for him.
Prak made a deal with a local general store owner and bartered the blasters for some riding animals and supplies. The party called their fourth companion, Mark Dawntreader, on the commlink and told him where they were headed. Being a native, Mark gave them directions and said he'd meet them later on the trail.
A few clicks outside of town, Prak got shot out of the saddle by a sniper who turned out to be Zureen. Roopa charged her position on his mount, but was also shot. He dismounted and took cover behind it, and she shot it too. Treb dismounted, and calmly started taking aimed shots at her. After walking fire slowly up the rock she was hiding behind, he finally scored a critical hit, killing her instantly. Grumbling about not being able to question her now, he searched her belongings and took her blaster rifle. They found Prak behind his mount, alive but hurt. After rounding up her mount, the party headed on down the road.
Not much further along, they heard the sound of mounted pursuit coming up fast. They dismounted and immediately took shelter behind some rocks, leaving their riding beasts in the trail. About ten mounted thugs rode up, saw Roopa aiming at them from his hiding place, and opened fire. A major firefight erupted. Prak was hit again, and he ended up taking cover for the remainder of the fight. Roopa claimed 7 kills, Treb 2, and Prak 1. While searching the bodies, they saw that two of the guys were thugs that had attacked them back in the bar. "I think someone doesn't like you," was all that Treb said to Prak.
7.01.2010
Galactic Oddities
Charlie and Kev were out again last night, so Matt, Sean, and I just hung out. We talked some about our characters and their respective NPC contacts. I think we decided that there's a 'boss' who runs a transport business with several different starships and crews. Our characters are one of those crews. We'll take side jobs along the way as well.
We briefly toyed with an amusing idea. One of Charlie's NPCs is an unrequited love interest and a hooker with a heart of gold. Think Roxanne. We thought perhaps she could be the consummated love interest of every other character in the party. It could be amusing. But in the end we figured we'd better not.
Then we watched select scenes from Episode II: The Clone Wars. We realized how bad of movie it was once again, and that was even after we cut out most of the craptastic dialogue. There are so many things that don't make sense. Absolute lack of judgement on the part of almost every Jedi. The ease that a single Sith had in confounding the entire Jedi Council. The merits of detonating someone's spaceship during re-entry instead of after it has landed. The decision to use robot-delivered bugs instead of a blaster for a simple assassination. Form-fitting, ablative white armor for the heroine. At what point did order 66 get implanted into the clones? And what's with the bearded snake on the Jedi Council?
We had a good time. Not a lot was accomplished, but we had a chance to unwind for a few hours.
We briefly toyed with an amusing idea. One of Charlie's NPCs is an unrequited love interest and a hooker with a heart of gold. Think Roxanne. We thought perhaps she could be the consummated love interest of every other character in the party. It could be amusing. But in the end we figured we'd better not.
Then we watched select scenes from Episode II: The Clone Wars. We realized how bad of movie it was once again, and that was even after we cut out most of the craptastic dialogue. There are so many things that don't make sense. Absolute lack of judgement on the part of almost every Jedi. The ease that a single Sith had in confounding the entire Jedi Council. The merits of detonating someone's spaceship during re-entry instead of after it has landed. The decision to use robot-delivered bugs instead of a blaster for a simple assassination. Form-fitting, ablative white armor for the heroine. At what point did order 66 get implanted into the clones? And what's with the bearded snake on the Jedi Council?
We had a good time. Not a lot was accomplished, but we had a chance to unwind for a few hours.
6.24.2010
It's Not My Fault!
Han flips a few switches, pulls the lever towards him, and... we hear a sound like a failed starter motor revving down.
First, Charlie was out of town in Austin with family and friends. Then Matt's wife went out of town, leaving him to care for the kids. It was down to me and Sean, with Kev dialing in from the holonet. Then at the last minute, Sean had a work emergency. I turned on Skype that evening just in case, but apparently sensing the way the wind was blowing, Kev didn't sign on.
The 30th of June and the 7th of July should be our next two sessions, assuming we can get the hyperdrive fixed.
First, Charlie was out of town in Austin with family and friends. Then Matt's wife went out of town, leaving him to care for the kids. It was down to me and Sean, with Kev dialing in from the holonet. Then at the last minute, Sean had a work emergency. I turned on Skype that evening just in case, but apparently sensing the way the wind was blowing, Kev didn't sign on.
The 30th of June and the 7th of July should be our next two sessions, assuming we can get the hyperdrive fixed.
6.17.2010
Character Dossiers
Last night we laid down some ground rules for the game:
I also brought a really large piece of styrofoam from a printer we just bought at work, and it looks like a rooftop designed specifically for Star Wars use. I know. Terribly exciting.
- Unaligned. No pure Jedi. No pure Sith.
- Unaffiliated. We're between all of the major factions.
- Max hit points at each level.
- Max starting funds.
- Starting equipment is not subject to restrictions, licenses, or black market pricing.
- Matt - Duros Scoundrel, possibly our pilot
- Charlie - Masterless Human Jedi
- Kevin - Twi'lek Scoundrel, slicer and security specialist
- Sean - Chiss Noble, skilled in everything, with lots of money
- Mike - Human Scout, ex-Imperial recon
I also brought a really large piece of styrofoam from a printer we just bought at work, and it looks like a rooftop designed specifically for Star Wars use. I know. Terribly exciting.
6.01.2010
Jump to Lightspeed
Star Wars!
We're wrapping up a year and a half of D&D 4th edition. It's a good time to make the jump to lightspeed. I think we all like 4e just fine, but a change of pace seems like a good idea.
I received a copy of the Legacy Era sourcebook from a giveaway on NewbieDM's website, which is influencing the direction of this campaign. The events in this time period take place about 130 years after the Battle of Yavin and the destruction of the first Death Star. Here's a synopsis of the intervening years:
We're wrapping up a year and a half of D&D 4th edition. It's a good time to make the jump to lightspeed. I think we all like 4e just fine, but a change of pace seems like a good idea.
I received a copy of the Legacy Era sourcebook from a giveaway on NewbieDM's website, which is influencing the direction of this campaign. The events in this time period take place about 130 years after the Battle of Yavin and the destruction of the first Death Star. Here's a synopsis of the intervening years:
- 5 - 19 ABY (after the battle of yavin) - The New Republic is born, and fights a series of skirmishes and wars with the remnants of the Empire. The New Republic eventually wins.
- 25-29 ABY - The Yuuzhan Vong nearly conquer the galaxy in just a few years with their biotechnology, but are stopped by the discovery of their living homeworld. The remaining Vong are hated and feared, but remain in pockets throughout the galaxy.
- 28 ABY - The New Republic is disbanded during the Vong War, and the Galactic Alliance takes its place.
- 40-43 ABY - The Galactic Alliance is secretly manipulated by the Sith into fighting the Second Galactic Civil War against the Corellian Confederacy. The Alliance reunites with the Confederacy, but Luke Skywalker and the Jedi Order separate from galactic politics.
- 43-127 ABY - The remnant of the Empire grows strong again with the influence of Imperial Knights, light-side force users in the vein of the Jedi, but who give their allegiance to the new Emperor, Jagged Fel, and his descendants. The Sith are reborn during this time, and abandon the Rule of Two, growing their numbers.
- 127-130 ABY - The Sith take control of the Empire as a result of the Sith-Imperial War. Darth Krayt becomes the new Emperor and rules openly as a Sith Lord. Emperor Roan Fel goes into exile with many of his forces, and the Galactic Alliance remains only as a roaming fleet opposed to both Empires.
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