FORGED BY FATE
Trouble Brewing – Part 1: Flexible Business Models
TRIGGERED OBLIGATION: None (34)
DESTINY POOL: Light 2 / Dark 4
SCENE: Interior of YT-1300 freighter – Krayt Fang
A curved hallway, adorned with a variety of dingy leather-covered pads and various access terminals. The camera proceeds towards the cockpit at eye-level. The hypnotic pulse of hyperspace starlines can be seen through the canopy.
A carbon-scored astromech droid busies itself with preparations for a drop back into realspace, its data-link spinning back and forth in the ships access port. A Devaronian reaches up above his head,
flips a few switches and presses a button.
CUT TO: Deep space.
The camera pans to the left, a gray-brown arid planet comes into view. Planet Formos.
After four days in hyperspace Jel no longer need to use his nick-names for the freighter’s crew. They seemed to be brought together by whatever they were running from more than what they were running towards. Dropping out of their jump into orbit around the remote waystation on Formos, Jel suddenly remembered that he had changed the coordinates on their jump. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.
After taking care of their docking fees with skimmed credits from the docking bay next door, Jel offered to help DA-11K with repairs. They agreed to use Jel’s escape pod as scrap to reinforce the freighter while scavenging some choice electronics for Jel’s new project. He couldn’t wait to put together a new slicer deck. Reaching a stopping point for the day, the pair headed towards the local cantina to rejoin the rest of the crew.
will continue if not picked up by a party member
Bad Day For Blue Flight
Vir adjusted his oxygen mask with both hands. Just a little too snug, he’d need to get it refitted after the mission. Better now. Leaning back, he nestled into the seat of his Tie fighter’s cockpit and tightened his restraints. With the flip of a few switches, systems began to come online. Ion engines hummed, and his targeting computer flashed as it calibrated itself. Diagnostics were green and clean. The ship was ready.
A female voice sounded his ears. “Blue Flight, prepare for launch. Target is a YT model freighter. Disable or destroy to prevent it from escape. Stand by for clamp release.” Ah, Ensign Dasine was on shift. Shift change was in about an hour, so… yes, maybe he’d be able to catch her for dinner. Maybe invite her back to his quarters for a drink if that went well. For that to work out, they’d have to deal with these fugitives quickly.
Below Vir, the star destroyer’s launch bay gaped open, thousands of stars visible in the pitch black. Figures scuttled aside as the launch crew technicians took their stations. They disconnected hoses and power cables, leaving the ship attached only to the large durasteel pincer. “Docking clamps releasing. Good hunting, Blue Flight.”
Three successive thuds vibrated through his clamp as his wingmen were released. They filed neatly out of the bay as he watched, then he felt the stronger shake of his clamp disengaging. Vir’s stomach lurched as the fighter drifted free, and he quickly advanced the throttles. Pressed back into his seat, he grinned slightly as he shot through the docking bay and into the void.
Gray and black hexagonal panels were visible in his peripheral vision as he formed up on his element leader. As he neared position, Blue Three growled in his ear. “Tighten it up, Blue Four. It may just be a junked out freighter, but let’s not get sloppy.” A frown crossed Vir’s face as he eased his ship a bit closer to Blue Three. His element leader was a veteran of the battle of Yavin. He was skilled, aggressive, and completely intolerant of anything less than perfection from Vir. And therefore a bastard, more or less. There, just the right distance. Vir’s targeting computer bleeped as it acquired a contact.
The readout showed as a Correllian YT-series freighter. The computer refused to display the exact model. Probably because the thing was cobbled together from scrap and aftermarket upgrades, like most other YT freighters. Looked like a 1300, but he could tell why the computer was confused. It had an escape pod attached to its docking port – that had to be throwing off the balance of the ship. Nothing to worry about then. No chance this pile of garbage could evade four of the Empire’s finest pilots.
Blue Leader gave a warning to the fleeing ship with a wide-spectrum broadcast. “Correllian freighter, deactivate your shields, shut down your drive and prepare to be boarded. Fail to comply and we will respond with force.” No response on the radio. Instead, the answer came in the form of a brightened drive flare as the freighter began to accelerate. The solar panels of Blue Three began to creep forward in the window as it kept pace with the freighter. Vir’s ion engines began to shriek as he advanced the throttles to keep up with the formation. “Correllian freighter, you have failed to comply. Bad choice. Prepare for consequences.”
Blue Leader’s voice sounded over the intercom now. “Okay, Blue Flight. Looks like we’ll be getting a little live-fire practice today. Rookies, stick with your leaders and keep your eyes open. That thing probably has a popgun or two, so keep your attack vectors varied. You’re clear to fire at will.”
The freighter chose that time to open up with a popgun. Although maybe “popgun” wasn’t really accurate. Laser cannon bolts flashed by Vir’s solar panels, lighting his cockpit with orange flashes. Green bolts hammered their way across the freighter’s rear body in reply – some very accurate shooting from Blue Leader. “Let’s light them up, Blue Flight!” The freighter began to weave from side to side to throw off their aim, and Vir struggled to stay in position as Blue Three compensated.
There was a flash of light and puff of gas on the bottom of the freighter as it ejected a dark mass. It began to spread out and blur, expanding into a cloud of vapor as it drifted behind. There was a hissing, spattering sound as partially crystallized brown fluid began to cover Vir’s canopy glass. What the hell was that crap? Shit, he couldn’t see! But there was no way to get it off. And now he could smell something familiar percolating through the oxygen system. Something that reminded him of the farm back home. Was that… manure? No, couldn’t be. He’d have the maintenance goons to look at the system back in the hangar.
Shaking off the distraction, Vir dodged as the freighter opened fire with its dorsal turret now. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. No way to approach outside of a weapons arc – speed and agility were the solutions. Throwing his fighter in to a loose roll, Vir punched his throttles to the stops. He grunted in strain as he fought the centrifugal forces of his gyrating craft. Orange cannon bolts passed by close, even closer, but not connecting.
Almost there… and suddenly his cockpit was lit with a flash. What the hell was that? A quick glance showed green indicators. He didn’t hear anything abnormal over the screech of his engines. He hadn’t heard the thud of a laser hit. No hiss of leaking air, no crackling of a fire. He glanced to the left where his wingman should be. Blue Three was gone! Just an expanding cloud of wreckage and flames drifting where his element leader had been. Lieutenant Rand was a bastard, but he was a damned good pilot. Used to be, at least. Shit! This day was going downhill fast.
A cold rage settled over Vir. Time for some payback. Despite the freighter’s weaving flight path, it was easy to line up the targeting computer for a high-deflection shot. Nice, fat, juicy target. Mashing his triggers, Vir sent a stream of green laser bolts hammering across the side of the ship. Sparks and flame shot out of a damaged panel, and the freighter began to corkscrew wildly as it fled.
Hurtling towards the freighter, Vir pulled away at the last second to avoid smashing into it as it banked into another random spin. He could see blue trim on the white hull, and a faded and scuffed but recognizable set of fangs painted on the upper decking as he screamed past. As it disappeared behind him, Vir reefed the fighter into a tight turn and began to line up for another pass. As he did, a flash to his right indicated another wingman had gone up in a fireball. Those “popguns” were hellishly accurate for a scumbag freighter crew. Who were these people?
A stream of orange bolts traced a path towards Vir again. Jerking left, then right on the controls he evaded almost all of them. But only almost. There was a shrieking hiss and a crackle of frying circuits as his cockpit depressurized. Flames flew across his panel, and Vir scrambled wildly for an extinguisher as he lost control of the craft. Just under his seat… there. Yanking it out and squeezing the trigger, he sprayed foam onto his now useless targeting computer. Most of his panel was black, except what was flashing yellow and red. But the engines were still humming. Time to get back into it.
Scanning the starfield around him, Vir saw streams of orange and green cannon bolts flicking back and forth to his side. He pointed the fighter that way, jammed the throttles against the stops and raced to rejoin his last wingman. Bolts continued to race between the two ships. He could pick out the white and gray specks as they neared. The freighter was wallowing from side to side, and what had to be Blue Leader expertly spun in a series of tight arcs to evade its fire. Almost there.
As Vir began to enter what he though was the edge of his cannon range, one more fireball signalled the end of Blue Leader. One of the solar panels was blown cleanly away from the wrecked fighter, and it spun towards Vir’s craft. Eyes wide, Vir pulled on the controls to evade, but it was too late. The panel came into contact with one of his own, spinning him helplessly out of control. His cockpit darkenend, and the ion engines sputtered and moaned as they died.
Sickened at the utter failure of his mission and the loss of his squadron mates, Vir clawed at the exit hatch above him. Throwing it open and bracing himself to fight against the spin, he unbuckled himself from his harness. Planting his feet on his shattered control panel, Vir pushed with both legs and shot through the hatch, narrowly missing one of the flailing solar panels. He felt around his suit’s chestplate and found the activation button for his suit’s auxiliary thrust system. Several puffs of air shot out as it began to slow his tumble.
Moments later, Vir curled into a fetal position as he drifted. The freighter was dwindling in size as it sped away. He flinched as four gray and black Ties screamed by him at top speed. Looks like they had to launch Green Flight to clean up the mess that Vir and his wingmen had left. At least the rest of his squadron would be able to get the… no, they wouldn’t. A flash, and the freighter had jumped into hyperspace.
No way in hell his squadron commander would believe his combat report. It would be pathetic. He’d be the laughing stock of the entire squadron. The whole damned ship… What the hell had happened?
WIll start working on arrival at Formosa. Unlike the WFRP where I focused on Max most of the time, I’ll try and break it up more. Here are the notes for now:
Star destroyer – bright wedge – drops out of hyperspace…
Escape pod jettisons from it
Destroyer immediately jumps back into hyperspace
Signal coming from the escape pod, encoded
Jel, in the pod, attempts to slice the transponder code and change the message
Dalek attempts to decode in the freighter’s cockpit
Jel manages to alter the message before Dalek finishes decoding it
Message used to read: “captured criminal – transfer to imperial custody”
Dalek – “appears the escape pod has a meat bag on board”
Message now in the open reads: “I see you have some company that I’d also like to avoid…”
Jel and Zuul/Dalek manage to dock before the Tie fighters make it into attack range
Door opens to the escape pod…
“Hey there, I’m Jel Mud, I’m a lucky pilot and slicer… where do you need me?”
Runs up front to the pilot compartment.
Kee-lah is in the engineering compartment holding the matter reactor… no clue what to do.
Jel pops in and says “I know exactly what that is, let me help!” Grabs it, starts installing.
Installation goes quickly – five rounds before it’s calibrated and ready for hyperspace
Vekrax opens fire from the ventral laser cannon on the Tie fighters
Manages to wing one of them, knocking it back a short distance while it recovers
Dalek attempts to boost and increase a range band – gets to long range
Zuul finds the solid waste ejection switch – releases particulate matter
Two of the Ties plunge through the crystallized spray, and are coated with brown material
Kee-lah jumps up into the dorsal turret and takes a few shots but misses
Tie ace closes through the fecal spray, manages to stitch a long burst across the rear of the ship
Tie novice approaches but misses due to cloudy windscreen
Next tie novice also thrown by avoiding the cloud, unable to position for attack
Tie ace unloads at the freighter and hammers it so hard a panel flies off, takes out the other ace Tie
Jel repairs a shorting conduit in the engineering bay – patched up multiple hull points
Dalek attempts to reroute power to rear shields… and blows out a circuit.
Everyone’s ears pop as oxygen begins to vent – hull breach!
Vekrax pops one of the Ace Ties with a burst from the ventral turret
Kee-lah flails around with the dorsal turret, no hits
Zuul takes control now that Dalek’s abandoned it, throws the ship into evasive maneuvers
Both Tie novices are stunned by the destruction of their element leaders, fall back, then regroup
Jel slaps a quick-patch on the hull breach, locks down a gas leak as well
Vecrax scares a Tie into jinking with a burst from his turret
While it’s distracted, Kee-lah annihilates it with an incredibly accurate burst
Other tie dodges the debris
Zuul gains the advantage and continues to jink, reminds Dalek that someone needs to start astrogating
Jel slices the Tie’s flight computer… and crushes it.
Tie spins out of control, crackling from the control panel as a circuit pops, pilot beating at flames.
Star Destroyer at extreme range, closing to turbolaser envelope. Launches four more Tie fighters!
All four fighters close to medium range on the Fang.
Dalek starts astrogating, Jel jumps in and starts to assist.
Dalek unable to compute, but lines up data for Jel.
Jel manages a good route computation to Formos – near Hutt space, not heavily Imperial
Zuul boosts to long range… and punches hyperspace!
Takes four days to reach Formos, good astrogation from Jel (normal is 5-7)
Sparsely populated desert planet, dispersed mining operations, small garrison of stormtroopers.
Trandoshan’s cabin is fairly filthy, matted wampa skin rug, trash strewn around.
Cargo hold contains cages with manacles and shackles for slaves.
Trandoshan hunting weapons stored there as well – large slug thrower rifle, knives spears.
Heavy blaster pistol in his quarters next to the bed, trandoshan clothing, food and water for him for a week.
Single small spaceport, minimal facilities (refueling, basic repairs).
Large open duracreet landing pad with a handful of docking bays for protected storage.
Drop the ship’s ramp, trandoshan arm rolls down to the duracreet pad.
Spaceport has several species walking around, no waterdwellers, but plenty of water sellers.
Local spaceport official walks up to the ship – “welcome to Formos, here’s our standard docking fees (35/day)”
Dalek aggressively barter, manages to piss of the official… “Yeah… like I said, 35 a day.”
Zuul – “Not much business around here, and looks like you’re trying to scare it away. 20 is better.”
“Yep. 35 a day.”
While they’re haggling, Jel wanders over to a payment kiosk, slices an extra payment and applies it to today.
As Dalek charges his blaster pistol, he says “Ok, looks like you’re good. Any services you need?”
Vekrax asks about food – says there’s a cantina down the road a ways, jerks thumb over his shoulder.
Dalek stays behind to attempt repairs on the ship, strips down escape pod for spare parts.
Pass a few warehouses, moisture evaporators, open shops.
Elderly human woman on a busier thorofare carrying a water jug on back, tray with bottles of water.
Mama Noba, Cheapest Water on Formos! Couple of credits for a jar of water.
Vekrax asks where she gets it – has a really efficient moisture evaporator.
Vekrax tries to charm her into revealing the location, she gives him a free jar of water… but not location.
Water jar is really refreshing, the heat is really parching.
Young street urchin passes by Vekrax, Kee-lah and Zuul notice him brush Vekrax’s robe as he passes.
Kee-lah; check your goods, Vekrax. His training lightsaber is missing!
Vekrax turns, and barges into Kee-lah
Kid rushes into the crowd… Vekrax/Kee-lah/Zuul pursue
Manages to gain a little distance while dodging through crowded street, pulls to long range (Zuul), extreme others
Zuul gains to within a few feet… and sends a stun bolt right into the small of his back
Kid tumbles, skids a few feet, and the blaster drops from his hand.
Dalek and Jel hear a few shouts, see the crowd part, a stun blast, and a kid tumbles and slides to Dalek’s feet.
Jel… “Hey, Bill, you still working for Mama Noba? Where’s your mother at?”
Dalek starts rifling through the kid’s pockets. Zuul/Jel drag him down the street back to his mom.
Jel’s come into contact with them before, is familiar with their racket.
Vekrax wonders aloud if there’s a slave market in town… and nobody is impressed. Way overkill!
Vekrax proceeds to extort her, demands her on-hand stock of water to pass on turning her kid in to impies.
Coerces her to give him a small cut of her profits… and no more theft.
Dark, narrow alley way. Loud rattle, buzzing noise. Stops. Low, monotonous voice.
“Hello, help, I need your help” Coming from a trash compactor in the alley.
Dalek heads over, gang investigates the large trash compactor.
Upper half of a protocol droid, one hand missing.
Dalek – “What happened to you”
Glad you found me… please help… took my friend… please save R4-W9.
Astromech droid, has been kidnapped. "Were on our way to cantina, set upon by band of thugs.:
“Tore me apart and dragged him away. Too late for me, save my friend”
Jel…. maybe take him apart and add to my slicer rig?
Dalek “Have you no respect for his suffering…”
Droid continues to speak for another minute about the attack as his lights fade.
Old master had manumitted both droids (J9-B8 and R4-W9) toured the outer rim.
R4 was able to perform excellent navigation analyses of the Kessel Run, probably why the droidnapping.
Jel attempts to download visual records of the event before the droid’s power fades entirely.
Complete success, manages to download full memory scan to his slicer kit…. even part of personality.
Few thugs – couple of humans, a weequay, a few more shadowy figures.
Beat the crap out of J9, left for dead, restrained R4 and ran off with him.
R4 was prized amongst the smugglers. Attack was about 20 hours ago or more.
Name comes up – Bandin Doba, muscling in on smuggling operations along the Kessel Run. Local mob boss.
Extortion, protection rackets, smuggling, etc. Operate out of a local warehouse.
Rejinx cantina – only one at the spaceport – well known. Fairly busy.
Change in the atmosphere – moisture vapor, good air conditioning.
Bar is well appointed, and briskly busy without being completely crowded. Droid detector is turned off.
Flickerhing holoscreen – adult malel aqualish with an Imperial bounty on his head.
Office of Mora Duul offering 10,000 credits bounty – contraband/black marketeering/extortion/etc.
Two levels to cantina – bar on ground floor, balcony on second floor with private booths.
Raised stage on one side of the room with one musician. Kuh horn player, scoobulonian.
Devaronians, duros, droids, humans around the place.
Pair of courting twi’leks in one corner. Toydarian near the bar talking with red-hooded cloaked figure.
Vekrax talks to bartender – how’s business? Pretty good, seeing as we’re the only show in town…
Patrons don’t really come in here for water… mostly business. Five credits for water though.
What about that aqualish?
We get a few of his thugs in here every once in a while.
Zuul brings up the aqualish to a pair of devaronians
Kinda looks around… you people ought to know your way around before assuming
Grab a drink, and relax, don’t worry so much.
Not involved, but know more than they’re letting on. Look a little nervous until start to move away.
Find another place in the cantina, then they make their way over. Join Zuul in a dark booth near the back.
Dalek goes to talk to bartender. Vekrax heads back to check on the water status with Mama Nuba whoever.
Zuul talks with devaronians. One sits and other stands to keep watch.
Snoo is an information broker. Happy to sell information. Can do a favor and help with credits.
Zuul will trade some info on the gang’s doings – Snoo will settle for 20.
Info: Formos is a great place to do business – contraband and bounty hunting.
Smugglers have to earn some respect and trust first before getting contracts.
Zuul lets some info go about the droid getting abducted, new info. Sounds like Bandin Doba’s style.
Bounty for Doba isn’t the only one Batba Basaadi Bajori offer 5,000 (Hutt), other bounty hunters interested.
Hut wishes to make an example, so only offers full reward if delivered alive.
Doba is head of an organized smuggling ring, loose franchise basis, mutually supporting cells.
Heads the cell at the top and collects from lower cells, and supports them with jobs and info.
4-10 smugglers per cell. Few serious attempts so far. Rodian bounty hunter appeared…
But disappeared shortly after.
“Thanks for your time… we’ll be off. Jel, ready to head out?”
Right after we walk in, a new group enters – elegant Rodian girl, heads directly to the bar, orders meal/drink.
Notice some heads turning, some ogling going on. Loose blouse, green satin, polished brass. Seems unarmed.
Just after she enters, three smugglers enter. Two human males and a weequay male.
Swaggering arrogance… hush falls over the cantina. Few bum notes from the kuh-horn player.
The three approach the bar and order some stiff drinks. One of the younger humans with oddly shaved head.
Almost instantly taken with Zucata (female rodian). He slides over to her, leering… making her uncomfortable.
Vekrax walks up and attempts to charm her, draw her attention away from super cocky aggressive jerk human.
She’s a little startled by his approach – he says “if he’s bothering you, let me know.”
She gives a little frown… yes a little bothered, appreciates the interference.
Vekrax – “join me in a booth?” As soon as he tries to put an arm around her….
“Hey, back off, we was just getting to know each other. If you know what’s good for you…”
Vekrax: “You can never step into the same river once…”
Thug is puzzled, throws back an insult, ready to trade insults.
Thug tries to escalate situation, shoves Vekrax. Rodian backs away, goes to booth with Zuul/Jel.
Thugs companions look on amused. All are armed with blasters…
Vekrax calmly asks him where his boss is… he pushes Vekrax again… “Your actions are sands in the wind”
Thugs get pissed that he’s so calm… tell the angry dude to quit making a show over nothing, embarrassed.
Jel proceeds to hack their comlinks while Vekrax has them completely distracted.
Also managed to skim 50 credits from their accounts and puts it on fake identity.
Zucata steps out of the booth.
“Thanks for dealing with them. If there’s a way to help, let me know. Don’t have many credits…”
She’s verifying an updated atlas of the galaxy, takes her to all sorts of backwater worlds.
Supposed to help rodian bounty hunters get around and track bounties.
Bored and frustrated with the predicament, doesn’t like to talk about work.
Knows a little bit about the rodian who disappeared from the city.
Godan Nataka, somewhat reckless, clanspeople on rodia concerned that he’s missing.
Thinks he might have gone after Bandin Doba – may have engaged in “padding” (waiting for price to increase)
Padding is generally looked upon poorly, not acceptable. Other situation is he may be dead.
Seems to know more about him than just coming from the same planet… because it’s her brother!
Looks pleadingly at the gang – got enough money to get by, but could use help to find him…
She’s heard of the missing droid. Hoping to track him down.
Would like to offer the droid or its owner 2000 credits from her organization for its info.
The toydarian at the bar has slowly hovered closer to the conversation, eavesdropping for a while.
Vekrax force pushes the toydarian… and brings him along with Vekrax to a booth.
Toydariand gets a goofy confused grin and decides to exit the cantina.
Jel tries to track him quietly. Follows him down a side street…
And knock over a garbage can! Toydarian notices Jel and Kee-lah following.
But not Zuul. Zuul is a sneaky bastard, and nobody can see him. Vekrax too.
Toy turns again and goes down a side alley. Vek and Zuul come around the corner… and he’s waiting.
Says he knows we’re trying to rob him, going to call the authorities.
Jel and Kee-lah loop around and cut off his exit from the alleyway.
Zuul confronts him and he denies that he’s collecting info… floats up into doorway, enters, closes.
Looks like he’s called it a day, staying in his residence.
Jel goes back to Mama Gooba and tells Bill he needs to keep an eye on the toydarian’s house, earn his keep.
Tells him to let the rodian know if the toydarian moves from his house.
Vekrax checks on Mama to make sure she’s brewing up some high-octane hooch.
Half hour later at the ship, rodian comms the gang to let us know the toydarian has left, away from square.
Gang hurries back to the alley way. Bill is standing in the entrance, keeping an eye on the toydarian.
Bill stands watch while the toydarian is gone, Jel tries to break in but can’t
Toydarian enters a warehouse a few blocks down – Bill can see from roof of apartment block
Gang follows, attempts to get close to the building without making nose, but feel to exposed to get close
Just close enough a human thug (from the bar)
“I wanna pay them back for Spear anyhow. Any way to pay back the man?”
“Couldn’t be sure, but seems they’re mixed in with things. They’re new, said something about missing droid.”
“Getting pretty cosy with the rodian girl, if you know what I mean.
“Here… token of appreciateion”
Toydarian… “What was that?” Lemme check. “Spear, check it out!”
Door opens, and Spear’s head pokes out (shaved patterns in hair). And sees Zuul standing right in front of him.
Zuul reaches in, grabs Spear by the shirt, and yanks him out of the building… door slams closed.
Drags the surprised Spear several feet away from the doorway into the rest of the party.
Kee-lah uses mind powers on him to calm him down.
“Hey guys… really cool to see you again. Sorry I was so angry earlier. Hope you’re doing well…”
“Well, see you guys later. Have a nice day.” And he walks back into the warehouse.
“What the hell was that?” “Nothing. Just some cool friends. Let’s go get some beer and chill.”
“You gotten anything out of that droid yet?” “No, working on it, boss.”
Vekrax pounds on door. Spear opens… “Hey guys! You’re not supposed to be here, I think.”
Vekrax pushes past Spear and enters the warehouse.
Two men at a table bullshitting. One sitting on a box cleaning a blaster rifle in the back.
Weequay reclinding and drinking. One dude working on an astromech droid, panels popped and circuits exposed.
Weequay (Daro) jumps up, strides toward Verax “Hey, what the hell you doing in here!” – Intimidating Vekrax (no)
Vekrax not impressed, hangs tight. Coerces Daro – “You need to give us that droid right now. Or consequences.”
Daro pauses, flummoxed.
Zuul pushes past Spear as well.
“You guys are screwing up by the numbers. You got a lot of pissed off Hutts looking for you right now.
You need to hand over the droid, or heads or going to roll and bounties are going to be collected.”
Dudes at table lay down cards. One puts hand on holster, confused. Weequay is nonplussed.
Kee-lah uses mind powers, blasts a wave of confusion and fear, hits the whole group. See worry on faces.
Daro appears very stressed. Says “Yeah… we don’t need this kind of heat. Spear, let them have the droid.”
R4-W9 is dented, covered in oil and carbon stains. Multiple panel popped, wired to a computer.
Screen reads “Configuration complete – coordinates compatible.”
Jel moves to the droid, accesses the computer and copies the map, wipes their copy.
Dude in the back with the rifle has it reassembled, walks toward the front.
“Boss, you sure you want to do this? We’ve been after it for a while.”
Vekrax attempts to pull the rifle out of the guy’s hand.
Guy is mildly freaked – looks at his boss, other gang members, very on edge.
Zuul smooths tension – “I know it’s hard to stay on the good side of the Hutts, so believe me, this is
the thing that’s going to keep you from getting crushed. I’ve been there. This is a favor to all of us.”
Everyone seems to be relatively resigned.
Jel pops off the restraining bolt from the R4 droid, who seems releived. Keeps restraining bolt.
Beeps in machine language, wants to know what happened to J8.
Jel – He didn’t make it, but we backed him up, so we can rebuild him.
Droid is overjoyed, beeps excitedly and pops up on its wheels, follows Jel towards entrance.
Zuul, just before leaving: “You did take care of the rodian, right? No loose ends?”
“Rodian? The one that was here last week? No idea. What the hell… what’s the deal with him?”
“Not your problem, as long as you stay holed up here for a while.”
“Now we have a damn rodian to worry about? We need to call Doba.”
Until next week…