Team Chaos SW Campaign

A Few Quotes

A few quotes from various sessions, to be added to as we progress:

“Wait, are you yelling ‘yes’ to him trampling me to death?”
“Eh, a little bit!”
-Stephanie, Brady

“The less said, the better.”
“They can’t say anything if they’re dead!”
-Stephanie, Jeff

“Oh, shit, it crapped a lightsaber!”

“It’s a new sub-class of Jedi called ‘soccer hooligan.’”
-Mark, about Gendall

“Sweet, a droid chariot!”

“So much for your lessons! School’s out forever!”
-Mac, taunting the dead Imperial officer

Holo Log Entry Four
Who knew droids could poop?

Powers on holorecorder. Twirls lightsaber in hand

This has been a strange few weeks to say the least. Some months back, I was Gendall Kurk, fabulously wealthy Outer Rim playboy without a care in the world.

Well, I had some cars, but that’s besides the point.

I mean, sure, I knew the Empire existed. I had seen Storm Troopers here and there. But they left me alone and I left them alone. I mean, what would be the point of engaging them? Sure, I have a lightsaber, one of the most powerful weapons in the galaxy. I may be able to take out a few here and there. But why raise suspicion? The old man told me to keep my head down. He said “A Jedi uses The Force for knowledge and defense,” yada yada yada…

Then he lets me go out and explore the galaxy for my 18th birthday. Great gift, right? Not so much. He also tells me to conceal my identity by any means available. Then rents me a bodyguard. I figure, oh well. There goes covering up my wealth. Fortunately, I was able to cover up everything else under a mask of oblivion. I became “Gendall Kurk, the boy who didnt know enough.” It’s funny though. Master always said people are most at ease around a simpleton. He also taught me to use a sentient’s prejudices against them. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my travels is that PEOPLE HATE THE RICH!

But my instruction taught me to use their distaste as a weapon. “Be mindful of the Living Force!” he’d tell me. “Be mindful of my surroundings.” Playing dumb allowed me to hide in plain sight! These people honestly believed I, a student of the Jedi arts, didnt know what work was! They lowered their guard around me, and I was able to discover a great many things. Luckily for them, I’m not an Imperial Infiltrator of some kind. Most notably Forim Luk pretends to be a space hardened pilot and seeker of fortune, but he’s really a man with Rebel allegiance who would risk bodily harm for a friend. I’ve also discovered that Nephelle portrays herself as a cowardly one trick pony. But when I last checked, cowards run from danger, not stand quietly in its midst. Then there’s the slowfall in the deactivated repulsor lift shaft on The Respite…

There’s more to those two than meets the eye.

And then there’s me. Perfectly undercover. Embedded in this motley crew playing the role of ship’s fool seemingly immune to blaster bolts… How many time’s have I been shot?!? Ten? Twelve? Curious… when a goRamed Star Destroyer picks us up in its tractor beam! This crw has the WORST luck! So, knowing who I am, and knowing that if I’m caught with a lightsaber on a Star Destroyer, that’s pretty much the end of our journey, I do what any rational young Jedi would have done.

I hid my lightsaber up an assassin droid’s ass.

Who knew droids had cavities?!? Apparently not the Empire! Then again, Lefty’s old master was an Imperial. I wonder if that’s where he stashed his drugs?

So we all get processed by the crew on the Star Destroyer and questioned. So far, so good. Morgan had Forim kick his ass in order to come up with whatever story he told the Imps. I told them I kicked his ass. Because I could kick his ass. So we’re sitting in this holding cell, and then the lights go out. Suddenly there’s this blood curdling sound of durasteel tearing and atmosphere rushing out of the Star Destroyer. Graannik opens the cell door and we’re out like a shot, running down this dimly lit corridor when we run up on some Imperial soldiers with blasters. We’re unarmed, but we kicked those guy’s asses and took their blasters.

Everything’s going great so far. Forim wants to turn back and look for his five rebel friends, but all we find is one of them being tortured by an IT-O Interrogator droid. We save this guy and discover that he designed this model of Star Destroyer before he joined the Rebels. He tells us what gear hold we can likely find our stuff in the detention block, and we head that way, post haste. We get there, Nephelle pops the lock, and the droids come wandering out.

So here’s where the soap gets dropped.

I go over to Lefty, and I ask him if he has that thing I gave him. That thing, being the most important thing in the galaxy to me right now. He tells he does. And then there’s Graannik. Pitching what I can only imagine passes for a hissy fit in Wookieeneese. Lefty reveals that Graannik wants to see what Lefty’s hiding. Now lets repaint the setting for a bit: with the Star Destroyer falling apart, atmosphere being sucked out of the hull, imminent combat, and missing rebels, why would Graannik be so concerned with what I hid in a droid?

So Lefty, in compliance with his master’s wishes, reveals what he’s hiding. The droid poops out my lightsaber. And with that, my cover is totally blown, and the group is in danger now. I only hope this Star Destroy is completely destroyed before some Imp can discover the crew of the Careless Whisper is harboring a Jedi. I’m totally moded.

Who knew droids could poop?!?

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DISASTER: Another Ship Destroyed, Captain Frain Murdered
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Tragedy struck another blow against Project: Mercy Flight today. The Respite, a medical Corvette bound for worlds requiring medical relief, was destroyed by rebel scum as they continue their terror campaign against innocent Imperial citizens.

While fortunately a group of rebels was captured fleeing the wreck of the Respite by the Victory-Class Star Destroyer Subjugator, the Empire mourns the loss of Captain Talman Frain, the Imperial officer tasked with tracking and capturing the very terrorists responsible for the Parnell massacre and the attacks against Mercy Flight. Captain T. Frain was found bound and adrift in space in the Jaska star system, the system containing the habited planet Joralla.

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“It is clear at this point that the Parnell rebels have separated into at least two groups,” Governor Tresk, former commander of Captain Frain, informed INN. “This heinous murder of a bound and helpless individual simply defines the cruelty, immorality, and savagery of your basic rebel.”

The Emperor today removed Tresk from overseeing the hunt for the Parnell terrorists, ordering Tresk to oversee the remainder of the Mercy Flight mission.

In Tresk’s stead, the Emperor assigned Moff Avrik Belasco to the hunt. Moff Belasco brings his task force of three Imperial II-Class Star Destroyers, Task Force Omicron-B into the chase, and acknowledges while the hunt might not be easy, the Empire will eventually be victorious.

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“It will only be a matter of time.”

In further news, the Parnell terrorists have all had their bounties raised. “Gendall Kurk” has had his bounty raised to 10,000 credits, while all others involved have been stabilized at 5,000 credits each, but with a bonus of 25,000 credits for capturing the entire group.

Famed bounty hunter Ferrik Fen Fell has reportedly been sighted discussing the contract
with Imperial law enforcement on Coruscant.

Meanwhile, all Imperial citizens are encouraged to help in the hunt for the terrorists – if you know something, tell someone!

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Holo Log Entry 3
Charades with the soul

(Logs on holo recorder. Gendall is in the foreground of the shot, Forim is in the background leaving an armory. Forim says to Gendall in a low voice “What part of stun dont you understand?!?” The armory doors shut behind them. Gendall takes off his mask to reveal that he is visibly shaken)

I’ll be honest; I enjoy the work I’ve been doing lately. Traveling the galaxy. We’ve been to Parnell, that awesome rock, and then to Gelgelar. I’ve flown on a YT 1300, and two passenger Y Wing, and now on a dead Corillian Corvette floating in the middle of nowhere.

Meeting new and interesting sentients. Forim is crash. Ru’ah’s angry at men. Nephelle just woke up. The jury’s still out on her. Though I thought I saw her do something interesting. Or maybe not. Graannik is… present. His growls dont sound angry, so I assume that means he’s in a fair mood most of the time. And now we’ve met these rebels…

Fighting for a cause… I’m not sure why the others fight. The rebels seem to fight against anything the Empire’s doing. Which we’ve just discovered is in this particular instance is breed a highly dynamic disease that turn regular biological sentients into psychopaths.

If I seem a little moded, I’ll get to that. Just let me talk

Like I said, I’m not sure why the others fight. Forim seems to know these rebels, or at least they all share some common purpose. Is he a rebel too? That could be useful information. Ru’ah’s a weapon; she doesnt seem to require a reason to engage in combat anymore than a blaster does.

Funny I should mention blasters

Nephelle seems to be fighting to prove herself to someone. But who? Most likely herself I’d imagine. She seems confident in her abilities. Yet she knows her place when the poodoo hits the fan; behind someone. That cant feel good.

But the million credit question is why does Gendall Kurk fight? Back on Puerto Caple, I had everything; money, comfort, authority. Traveling with this group has taught me a lot about the galaxy in a short time. Or rather confirmed what I always believed to be true. People won’t search past what they want to believe is true. I’ve tested that hypothesis, and so far so good. Is it then safe to say that I fight for knowledge? One could say that. Deeper knowledge of myself, and of the galaxy. You cant really know the galaxy until you’ve traveled it.

(Gendall takes a deep breath and looks into the recorder)
I, Gendall Kurk, murdered a five year old girl today.

Yes, today. As in a handful of seconds ago. And its tearing me apart. Forim was there. I dont know what he thinks of me.

Let me explain.

Upon boarding the The Respite, we discovered much carnage and gore. We later discovered a young woman locked away in a room. She frantically told us about the contamination as best she could in her mental state. The Imperials we spoke to over the PA system and met on the ship’s bridge later filled in some of the blanks. The disease was engineered by the Empire as a biological weapon to unleash on an undetermined populace. They also explained that the weapon had gone airborne and infected all of the patients aboard. They told us symptoms appear in 24-48 hours and later claimed to inoculate us against the viral weapon, in exchange for finding and neutralizing the party responsible for damaging the ship’s engines.

We found the responsible party, the aforementioned members of the Rebel Alliance. I’m not going to lie, everything between meeting the Imperials and finding the Rebels was pure fun! Every psychopath we encountered was rabid and trying to bite and scratch us. There was no going back for them. Killing them was the only option. After we encountered the Rebels and compared notes, we realized that the Imperials likely gave us the virus. We came up with a plan, and split into two teams. My team was on our way to the engine room when things went south for me.

The five year old girl showed up. And my first instinct was to kill her.

Why was my first instinct to murder a child? Is it because of the horror holos? The children in horror holos are ALWAYS up to no good. The characters would get into so much less trouble destroying them on sight. But Nephelle, whom I could have sworn I saw slow fall in the Dread Shaft earlier, starts borderline interrogating the little girl. But the child was able to answer coherently. She told us that her family needed help. They had locked themselves in the armory to keep safe from the psychos. Seemed plausible enough. I even took it upon myself to protect the little girl while we charged in headlong to save her family.

Why do we fight? What did that little girl’s family have to do with the Rebel’s mission, or getting ourselves inoculated? Nothing. Saving that family was the right thing to do, and we were determined to do what was right.

We got into the armory, the small room just behind me. Nephelle opened the door. Because somehow she can slice a door in a heartbeat, but cant climb a ladder to save her life. As in a ladder literally almost cost her her life. Anyway, Nephelle opened the door. And what do we see? A family grateful that the heroes has shown up, reuniting their family and coming to save them from the dreaded virus?

No. We find a bunch of psychos. A freaking pyscho ambush. There’s pychos in the armory, there’s psychos closing in outside the armory, and the five of us are sandwiched in the middle. Some of us leave the small armory. I decide to stay and make sure there wont be any psychos on their six. Forim stays with me. There’s four psychos and two of us in a 3m by 6m armory. Bodily harm in all but certain. Nephelle shuts us in, and Forim and I go to work. Shooting, hacking, slicing our way through anything moving.

And then the little girl kicked me.

Why do we fight? Whoever said “There is no chaos, there is harmony” obviously never feared for their life. They must have always had the luxury of ideal fighting conditions. I DIDNT HAVE THAT!! And so I killed what was in front of me. I killed EVERYTHING in front of me.

I cant speak for the Rebels, the Imperial, or for the rest of our group. But right now, Gendall Kurk fights to survive.

I killed a five year old girl to survive. What have I done?

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The Imperial fleet and the civilized galaxy were shocked to learn of the destruction of the Errand of Mercy, an Imperial hospital ship touring the less fortunate portions of the Empire. Ordered to Alderaan to respond for natural disaster relief, the ship was ambushed by rebel terrorists

Captain Talman Frain, commander of the hunt for the Parnell Terrorists was unavailable for comment when sought out to answer for why he has so far failed to capture these criminals.

It is rumored that the Emperor himself has taken personal interest in this case, according to sources on Courscant.

“Governor Tresk has been ordered to become more involved in the investigation,” was all the source had to say on the matter.

Possibly even more disturbing is the loss of communication with The Respite, another of the seven Mercy Flight vessels.

Security has been tightened among all five remaining vessels, and a rescue Task Force has been dispatched to the last known location of The Respite.

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From Bad To Worse - Khelso
This is how it went down

Never say it can’t get any worse. Just don’t.

So after getting away from Parnell, we made it to Gelgelar, a mudball crawling with Sullustans. Not exactly a bustling metropolis, but at that point staying low until we sussed to the situation seemed like our best bet.

I woke up to find most of the group gone. Just me and the Sullustan pilot, Vron, there. Well, us and a note from Morgan telling us to get in touch with a local contact, name of Aarrom Toom, at some bar called the Slippery Gelgelar Eel. Considering it was the only damn watering hole in the whole town, the name seemed a bit presumptuous.

Vron and I made it to the Eel, where we saw a human smelling of bounty hunter and an Ithorian who could only be Toom. I checked out the human and assured myself he wasn’t after a bounty, like us; he had some yarn about being stuck in the planet due to ship problems.

We sidled up and started a conversation with Toom. After the usual rambling one gets from a Hammerhead, he finally let it out that he had a job for us. We were to scout out a planet, Llnor, that had lost contact. The clincher was that the Errand of Mercy, one of the thrice-damned Corvettes that had laid Parnell to waste, had been scanned near the system, and reports indicated that an escape pod had been jettisoned and had landed on the planet.

The rest of the group had made off with the Whisper, so Toom lent us his ship, a Ghtroc freighter named Herd Mother (how typical of a leaf-eater). Vron and I picked up some supplies and took off right away.

The trip was pretty uneventful. I ended up giving Vron some tips on handling blasters and he gave me some pointers on starship piloting.

We arrived at Llnor to find… nothing. As in no ship activity, no comms, no transponder codes, nothing. We slid up to orbit and tried to raise the starport, but got no response. We finally broke atmo and did a fly-by of the settlement. There was no visible activity. The only thing that stood out was the track where the escape pod had crash-landed right next to the landing bays.

Vron went ahead and let me take the ship down. Don’t listen to what he says, I think I did a pretty good job of it; it was not my fault that bucket of bolts was ready to fall apart at the slightest bump.

In any case, there were red lights across the board once the ship stopped shaking. While Vron ran around mumbling to himself, I popped the top hatch (the landing ramp wasn’t opening properly for some reason) and reconned the situation.

I don’t mind telling you, the scene was enough to freeze your livers. There was no one about at all. No sounds, no lights. I told Vron to sit tight, grabbed my rifle and slid down to the ground to do a closer recon.

I moved out slowly, following the track from the crashed pod, every nerve in my body thrumming with warning signs. When I got to the pod itself, I found the first body; some human in a Rebel pilot suit, lying half out of the hatch, looking like someone had used him for target practice.

Staying alert for any sign of ambush, I tried rolling the body over. And that’s when the damn thing jumped up and pounced on me.

That’s right, you heard me. That body had every sign of being D-E-D dead, but it still tackled me down and started trying to chew my face off. It was a lot stronger than it looked; that, and the sheer shock of the situation, gave it the edge it need to sink its teeth on my shoulder. Fortunately, it happened to hit the strap on my vest and didn’t break flesh.

I managed to pull out my blaster and put a few more holes in it, but that didn’t seem to stop it. Vron showed up out of nowhere and put a few more rounds in him, but I finally finished it by shoving the barrel in its mouth and making the back of its head look like a canoe.

That’s when we heard the howling. We strategically retreated our asses back to the ship, and not a moment too soon.

They came out of the corners and alleys. People, but not people. They all looked like the pilot had. Chewed up, some missing parts of their bodies, all ready to be planted in the ground, but still moving around, and obviously hungry for lunch.

Needless to say, we were a bit concerned. It didn’t help that Vron started jabbering about the ship needing parts to lift off. Sure, what we needed was certain to be in the maintenance bays, but between us and them was a sea of biters ready to chow down.

Then we noticed a light blinking on and off from the top of the observation tower. I sent back some blinks of my own using the ship’s lights and got a response. There was at least one other living being on this Gods-forsaken rock.

The next sight just added to the bizarreness. A protocol droid calmly ambled towards the ship, unharmed and unnoticed by the biter swarms. It signaled for our attention and we popped the hatch to converse.

It informed us that a Lt. Hale would like us to join him at the tower for a meeting of minds. Don’t that beat all?

We ordered the droid to draw the biters away by making noise and it did, but only after making a lot of complaints about it. Stupid tin-can.

With the biters lured away by the droid’s warbling, we managed to sneak over to the tower and get in. Hale met us at the door with a blaster. I returned the greeting with mine, thus establishing our credentials to each other.

Once the pleasantries were done with, he gave us the skinny. The escape pod was part of a new plan the Empire had cooked up. They’d found out about some virus that turned people into those… things and had weaponized it (that’s what that damn research center at Parnell had be about). The idea was to infect some poor souls then let ’em loose on some unsuspecting target. They probably dressed the wretches in Rebel uniforms to have someone to blame for the carnage.

The only way to take one of them down was to destroy the brain or detach it from the body. And using blasters was not advisable since the noise would just attract more of the damn things.

The thing was, the pod outside had been an accident, a misfire; Llnor had not been a target. And instead of cleaning their mess up, the Impys had just left the settlement to die and taken off.

Needless to say, I was ready to use the officer’s brains to finger-paint the walls, but then he dropped the bomb. He had the coordinates for where the Errand of Mercy was going, but he’d only give it to us if we got him off the planet.

After some serious consideration (and heartfelt hesitation), we agreed. Of course, the son of a Gundark wasn’t going to lift a finger to help us. Not that it really mattered; I wouldn’t have trusted him at my back anyways.

Using the top of the observation tower for some visual recon, I ran through the channels on the comm and raised some survivors stuck on the top of one of the housing blocks. By stroke of luck, some of them not only knew where ship parts were to be found, they also knew where we could get some transport and knew how to operate them.

So Vron and I girded up, pulled out our blades and set out. We bumped into some biters along the way, but took them down reasonably quickly. We scrambled around the building and managed to get up the fire escape to the roof where the motley bunch of townies were.

There were an even half-dozen of them. A Talz and a bunch of humans. Two of them were actually local (one of them was even a security officer), the others seemed to be spacers in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We came up with a quick plan. Me, Vron, Mariah (the sec officer) and Kane (one of the spacers) would go get the trucks, load up the parts and bring them to the ship. Once we had the ship ready, we’d collect the rest of the group (and Hale too) and unass the AO. They had the skills to drive the trucks, while Mariah could get us through any potentially secured doors.

The Talz (Grivvits was his monicker, I recall) tossed Vron over to the next building with a rope and we shimmied over. While the rest of the group made a lot of noise on the other side of their building to attract any random biters, we made it down to the street and went across to where the trucks were stored inside a hangar. We luckily didn’t meet up with anything on the way.

We found two trucks in operable condition. Mariah and I took one, while Vron and Kane took the other. The plan was for the two of us to draw the biters away (maybe run a few over) while the other two went to the maintenance bays and did their shopping.

Mariah gunned it and tore through the hangar door with no mishap. Kane wasn’t so lucky and his truck came out quite the worse for wear. It still ran, though, so we kept to the plan.

The two of us started playing tag with the biters while the others went for the bay. They made it there and got into trouble right away, as the building was swarming with biters. Mariah and I zoomed over and parked around from where they had, going in through a different door into a cluster of biters.

We slashed and cut our way through the mob, Mariah keeping up quite well with me. While we danced with the monsters, Vron and Kane grabbed what they could and beat feet. We went back to our truck and that’s when we heard it.

Vron told me afterward what happened. Kane went out the door first and got plucked up by a huge Wookiee turned biter (I guess the virus wasn’t picky about species). The damn thing tore poor Kane in two and started eating him.

I yelled at Mariah to back up enough to give me a line of sight on the monster, then sent a blaster bolt at it to grab its attention. It complied and the chase was on. Meanwhile Vron threw the gear into the truck and attempted to drive to the ship.

That mangy furball was fast! I was taking potshots at it as we raced around the settlement, it keeping pace quite easily. Finally, I decided to cut the dance short with a thermal detonator as the parting gift. That biter may have been huge, but after the blast there wasn’t enough in one place to fill a bucket.

We rushed back to the ship to find Vron frantically trying to restart the stalled truck while biters, lured there by that thrice-damned protocol droid, were starting to swarm. I disabled the droid with a well-placed bolt, then Mariah and I jumped in and cleaned up. We scrambled to get the parts off the truck and into the ship.

Mariah and I left Vron in the ship to start the repairs while we took the remaining operational truck to pick up the rest of her group and bring them back.

With their help, we got the ship more or less operational soon enough. Vron lifted off and hovered over the tower. Hale got the hint and climbed up to meet me at the loading ramp, where he found my blaster pointing at his face. I got him to leave his weapons behind and dragged his worthless carcass aboard.

While Vron broke atmo and got us the frak out of there, I introduced Hale to the cargo bay where we had a chat. After some friendly persuasion, he gave up the info. He actually didn’t heave the actual coordinates of the Errand of Mercy, but he did have its final destination. Alderaan.

I left Hale in the cargo bay (yes, he was alive, but in no condition to do more than moan and pull against the restraints), came over to check on the other survivors (no bite marks, thank the Gods) and told Vron to light a fire and get us back to Gelgelar in two shakes of a Bantha’s choobies.

The trip back was not a happy one. Vron managed to make a good imitation of my landing strategy when we reached Gelgelar. It was almost worth it to see the expression on ol’ Toom’s face, but I didn’t have time for the show. I started telling him what went down at Llnor but he started playing all coy.

So I hauled the damn leaf-eater to the nearest loo for some privacy and laid down the riff. No more double talk, we had serious news that need to be passed along to the Rebellion. He admitted that some of the ones we saved from Llnor were among his “friends”, which meant the Rebellion would be more willing to accept the crazy story. Whether they can muster anything in time to stop it is another thing entirely.

Anyway, that’s where we stand. In two weeks to a month, Alderaan’s gonna be served up as the main course for an Imperial buffet, and we’re the only ones who know and most likely could do anything about it. A beat-up YT-1300 and a second-hand Y-Wing against a convoy of fully armed Imperial Corvettes.

It can’t get any worse.

Journal Entry Two - Ru'ah

We’ve reached Gelgelar, which proved to be only a touch more exciting than Parnell. Thankfully we have a lead on where to go next, otherwise I would consider cutting ties with this crazy group and heading out on my own. Seriously, we’re like a bad joke without a punch line. A Echani, a human, a Duros, and a Kel Dor walk into a cantina…

I ventured planet-side with Gendall, Forim, and Cherek while the others stayed on the ship. Personally, I wanted to find out just how solid of work Morgan did with our history/ids, so my goal was to get information. I’m not sure what the heck the others wanted to do – I’ve basically learned to tune Gendall’s naive observations out. Apparently he thinks I’m still honoring the contract or something. Our first stop was the boarding house to find some lodging. Apparently Forim had the good fortune to chat up the pilot hanging around, while I was too distracted by the guy in Mandalorian armor. Of course Gendall had to go talk to him. Moron.

… Mind you, I’ve never actually seen a Mandalorian, so I have no idea if this guy was the real deal or not. Still, I know my history and I kept my distance. Dishonorable, armor-covered bastards.

After that we went to the Slippery Gelgelar Eel to interact with the locals. Forim decided not to tell us about his conversation, so all we did was waste our time and credits. I did chat up a nice contractor crew though. Also, Gendall managed to play a card game with some locals without getting conned for all his credits. Consider me slightly impressed. As we left Forim finally did tell us about the datapad and the coordinates, so after we spend the night here we’re off.

Apparently our cover is still in place for the time being. I don’t want to stick around too long to test that. Still, it’s nice to be off the ship and on my own at the moment. Forim and Gendall both went for a suite. I’m just glad to have some silence, even if the bunk is tiny.

Automatic Update

We’re about the board a disabled Corillian Corvette, which was found at the coordinates Forim received back on Gelgelar. Gendall has a bad feeling about it, which strikes me as odd, because I didn’t think he could express anything beyond idiotic observations and naivety. I’m worried about this, so I’m implementing this holo log to send message titled “Sorry Mom” to the proper coordinates and then wipe memory in 48 hours. Hope I check in before that. And, you know, survive whatever the heck is waiting for us on that ship.

Ru’ah out.

Holo Log Entry 2
Sabacc Anyone?

(Sits in front of Holorecorder and activates. Sits cross-legged on the floor with an enthusiastic look on his face)


So we totally escape Parnell and wind up on this new rock. The name of the planet isnt terribly important. We’re like, on the run from the Empire. Shh… Dont tell anybody. LOL!

So I figured out people’s names and stuff too! Snow White, the Echani Hotty, her name is Ru’ah. Totally crash! Pilot Dude’s name is Forim. He’s the guy that went all Rambo at my apparent demise. He had no idea I’m made of 100% Naboo Badass! And there’s this other guy with this weird logo under his vest that I guess no one’s supposed to notice. Like really dude, I can totally see that family crest you’re “hiding”. His name is Cherek. Then, of course there’s Awesome George! The most crash protocol droid in the galaxy! Everyone else was asleep. There trip here must have been hard on them. They would wake up for anything.

Anywho… The five of us went looking for lodging. I got a nice room with Forim, and everybody else took these dank little poor people rooms. But I totally learned something! Did you know credits run out?!? What the nuts? I checked my account when I got to this rock, and my credits didnt regen from the last time I spent them.

I wonder if I’m too far out in space for the credits to work right?

But I totally took care of that. There were these oil covered Sullistans at this cantina we went to. They pulled out some cards I had never seen before, and next thing I know, I was playing Sabacc! Oh, Sabacc is a not so friendly card game that poor people try to cheat at when they loose credits. They weren’t gonna cheat me though. I’m 18. I’ve seen the galaxy. I’ve been to three whole planets! I won c70! That’s what I paid in logging, for the round of drinks, and then some!

I was up c20, until I repaired my armor from that time I got shot. Things are expensive when your credits dont regen. I’ve gotta figure out something to do for creds until I figure out this regeneration problem.

Pilot Dude, Forim, found a work for the group though. There’s this Corillian Corvette with all these medical supplies on it that we’re checking out. But there’s something wrong with the ship. (sighs) I mean aside from the fact that there’s no lights, the engine doesnt work, and there’s no communications from it. There’s something wrong. Like REALLY wrong. I dont know how to tell the group this. I have a bad feeling about this ship. And not just the “this is unusual” bad feeling. But I mean like “There’s impending _doom!”_ Bad feeling. I hope everyone makes it out in one piece. Now I’m moded :(

Quick Update
Yup, the terror ship totally sucks hash. And there’s this girl screaming something about contamination. And I’m all like “Come with us, we’ll protect you.” But I’m not so sure we can. This guy on a PA system tells us there’s a virus on the ship, and if we get to the bridge, he can inoculate us. If this virus was the doom I felt back on the ship, it might be time to take things a lot more seriously. But can I show this motley crew who I really am?


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