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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 8:13 pm
"He is Admiral Gilder Varth, a veteran of the Clone Wars and an honorable man. He commanded one of the ships at the Battle of Coruscant and was promoted for bravery. His loyalty to the Empire seemed unwavering, but once you’ve seen what he has seen . ."
Roth nodded slowly. "Yes. I know the man. I could recognize him."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 9:10 am
“Um, I take it that this Admiral Gilder Varth will trust complete strangers like us enough to want to leave the planet and not think it’s an assassination attempt because he is expecting to be busted out of there?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 9:45 am
"Just smile and nod, woman." Roth stated. "This is an extraction. Not a smuggling run or a conveinience store mugging. Weither he wants to come with us or not is unimportant. We simply have to infiltrate the prison facility and retrieve him so that Senator Organa's agents can learn what he knows."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:37 pm
“Then set weapons on stun then?” She giggled, giving Roth a sidelong glance.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:47 pm
"We talk first." Roth said. "I'd rather not have to drag a body though the swamp unless we have to. Do we need to know anything else?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:01 pm
Ember sat back, folded hr arms across her chest and bit on her lower lip in thought.
“No,” she shook her head, causing her red locks to sway. “I can’t think of anything else at the moment.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:37 am
"I can't think of anything either." Jahan states, moving back to stand wtih Roth, Nolaa and Ember. She got the distinct impression Roth and Organa weren't exaggerating the dangers of the flora and fauna and was looking forward to proving her scouting skills against the planet. "We definately don't want to be dragging a body through a swamp, no. He'll come with us; what's his alternative? Rot in a cell and be tortured for the rest of his natural life?" the Zabrak shook her head. "He'll come with us."
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 12:14 pm
"Then we should let the Senator get back to buisness." Roth said. He downed his drink and set the glass on the arm of his chair. Standing up, he bowed slightly to the senator, which prompted Nolaa to bow as well, but more noticibly.
"Thank you for the refreshments Senator. Now we must go prepare for our trip."
"By all means. Good luck, and may the Force be with you." Organa gestured to his guards and they led the heroes back to the docking pad where the Banshee was docked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 1:28 pm
On the walk back to the Banshee Ember thought of what they would need and was making a mental list of gear for trudging though a hostile swamp environment. Several items went though her head, most were dismissed as over excessive but by the time they arrived back at the ship she had an idea of what she would like to bring and started to wonder if such things were available to the group.
Walking up the entry ramp of the Banshee she remembered the other create of cargo she was to deliver for Switch.
“Captain Sirona, we’re back.” She called out once inside of the ship.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 1:54 pm
Stepping out of her cabin, Okeefe nodded to the returning heroes.
"Welcome back. We're ready to lift off at any time. Oh, and by the way, some guys came and picked up your cargo of booze. They left this for you."
She handed Ember a Manila envelope with some weighty objects inside.
Opening it revealed a holo-com and a hard copy message to the heroes.
The message read as followed:Quote: To my Organic Associates I would like to thank you for all that you have done for me. You eliminated my chief rival, dispatched two full squads worth of troopers from the local garrison, and delivered my cargo safely to its destination without mishap. All this for a miniscule price to my self. Now, thanks to you, I am the de-facto crime boss of Zel Sonn. In light of your notable and affordable service, I offer unto you a proposition: If you can send me a steady stream of data on events outside Brentaal space, perhaps do the ocasional odd job for me, I will provide you with a place to sell and or aquire certain goods of a less than legit nature. I have enclosed my private comn number and an encrypted holocomn so that, if you are in the core worlds, we may keep in touch. Furthermore, I recall you expressing interest in a certain ship impounded upon my station. Should you serve me well, I will do what I can to liberate the vessel for your private use. I look forward to our contnued association and hope you do not get offlined before I am able to make further use of you. Yours Truely 101010110101001010101010100010101
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:29 pm
“Thanks.” Ember said, taking the envelope, and looking at it contents. A smile crept across her face as she read the hard copy and looked at the holo-com.
“Sweet.” She giggled to herself and committed Switches com number to memory.
“I think that we should be getting a few things to take with us on our trip before we leave planet.” She grinned at Sirona.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 12:07 pm
((Time skip: a few days of travel))
"Well we're almost there, kids." Sirona says to you as you sit in one of the cockpit's crew chairs. "We'll be exiting lightspeed shourtly."
"A shame the Jedi decided to pass up on this." Roth mutters as he works the Sensor board. "We could have used the help." Now clad in something resembling the uniform of a PMC Officer, Roth had abandoned his Imperial dress and his vibrorapier to boot, aquiring instead a Vibrocutlass, its blade better suited to chopping through the underbrush of a jungle world.
"Oh come on. How hard could this be?" Sirona remarked. "You go in, get the guy, and I fly us all back for smoothies. Its a Lum Run."
"Smoothies?" Nolaa asked from the comn seat, wearing a skin tight black body suit and knee high boots. She blinked at the unfamiliarity of the word and sat there puzzling out what it could mean.
As the blue tunnel of hyperspace fades away and the pinpoints of stars fill the windows of the cockpit, you get a brief glimpse of theplanet Felucia hanging just below your ship. Almost instantly your eyes are drawn to the dagger-shaped starship looming ahead of you—an Imperial Star Destroyer.
"You had to say Lum Run." Roth said, glaring at the woman.
“Kriff! Hold on,” Captain Okeefe says, “We’re in for a bumpy ride!”
With that, the captain slams the control stick forward, sending the ship tumbling rapidly into the atmosphere of the planet. As the Banshee passes through the thin cloud layer, you get a good look at the fungal swamps and jungles of Felucia, where towering mushrooms reach up into the air like skyscrapers. It would be beautiful if it weren’t rushing up at you so quickly.
Eventually, Captain Okeefe pulls the ship out of its dive, a move accompanied by the sounds of metal shearing from somewhere in the rear of the ship, eliciting a rather loud expletive from Okeefe. The transport lurches, nearly throwing each of you to the ground, and dips sickeningly down toward the fungal canopy. Another massive bump jostles the ship before the captain brings the vessel to a screeching halt, resting deep within the mushroom jungles.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:30 pm
Ember looked out of the cockpit viewport and the surrounding vegetation towering above the grounded ship.
“Everyone alright?” she asks looking at Roth and Nolaa.
“That noise did not sound good,” She says, turning to Sirona. “How’s the Banshee?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 2:47 pm
"Stay here, I'm gonna find out." Sirona said as she unbuckled herself and darted toward the back of the ship, hunting for damage. She opened the hatch to inspect the outer hull and almost immediately the hot, humid air rolled in like a thick blanket.
Roth unbuckled himself and slowly climbed to his feet.
"Ive gone through worse escape pod and shuttle crash sims at the academy." He said as he looked about the cabin. "The Captain failed to compensate for the planet's gravity when she took us into the world. The Repulsors probably didn't catch up quick enough to completely slow our descent."
Shaking her head, Nolaa steadied herself and undoes her own harness. "Okay..." She muttered.
Soon enough a stream of curses announces Sirona's return.
"Well the good news," She grumbles as she re-enters the cockpit "Is that the ship can be repaired. Bad news is that we arent going anywhere soon. I'l have to wake up my droid Crash and we'll have to get cracking on it if we want to leave. On the plus side, we're not that far from the base according to the sensors, and the canopy is concealing the ship pretty well. Roth should have the coordinates for the prison on his datapad so in about a day's walk you should be able to make it without getting lost."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 4:14 pm
“Good.” Ember undid her own restraints and stood up. “Lets get our gear and take a little hike then.” She looked at Sirona. “Do you think you can have it fixed by the time we get back?”
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