You love the smell of priceless Jedi artifacts in the morning. Your Rodian counterpart, less so. “Cykgil!” He trudges through the chest high snow of Rhen Var. A good friend of yours spilled the beans on some priceless things that the Empire will want hanging around on the old iceball of Rhen Var. Used to be some big Enclave here some thousands of years ago, was abandoned by the Jedi even during the Clone Wars, and now it’s nothing but ruins and ice. That made it the perfect home for salvagers, treasure hunters, and smugglers. Well, at least ones that weren’t superstitious like Marko. Bug faced little goon, green skin, not much different from other Rodians.He pulled back his snow goggles. “It not safe!” he called out in Huttese.“Are you nuts?” You motion to the big temple entrance right in front of you. “We’re not even inside!”He grabs your arm, looking right in the eye with those big black beady eyes of his. “What if Jedi come for us? We treading on hallowed ground!”“Really.” You shove him off. “Check this out.” You shove some snow up, pulling up a rock. You quickly throw it at one of the crumbling stone pillars adorning what would’ve been a roadway into the temple. It plinks, chipping away at the old priceless ruin. Marko yelps, chirping frightfully in Huttese so dense that even you can’t make sense of it. You stand there, awaiting your divine punishment. “Come on, grow up! The Jedi don’t care about this place anymore! What, are they going to rise from the dead and choke us to death with their old laws and codes!?”Marko hunches over, stepping in front of you. “If you are so brave. You go first.” You look inside. It’s almost as if the entrance to the temple swallowing all the light. What a whiner. You shove past him and move on inside. Marko hesitates at your apparent indifference, but you quickly call out for him. He follows you inside, his hand resting on his blaster.
>>43144651[2/3]Ice and snow are very cold, Rhen Var is no exception to that. Most people don’t know is that ice is also dense and heavy. You recall once beating an unruly Ithorian in the head with an ice sculpture once, you don’t want to repeat that. As a result, going into these old ruins often meant that you wouldn’t find much. It’d all be buried underneath incredibly heavy ice and snow, which would either require diggers, flamethrowers, drills, picks, the whole nine. Considering your budget, you could only afford a superstitious Rodian, your TIE Scout parked outside, and a very unruly R5 droid. “So. This is Jedi Temple?”“A Library actually, for storing information for the Jedi Council. Jedi had places like these all over the Outer Rim, as homes away from home,” you say. You were in what most likely would’ve been a great hall, celebrating the feats of Jedi before you. Old statues were lining the sides. They were robed figures carrying stone laser swords with their faces cloaked in shadow. In honor of Jedi gone past you suppose. “In there.” You step up some cracked stairs, rising into a room blocked off by a door. Normally these doors would require the Force to open. But you have an alternative. “Marko, would you please?”He nods, pulling up his blaster and setting it to high power. He blasts the door open, splitting it half. Some ice dust worryingly comes down from the ceiling. Best not to do that again. “What are we after?” Marko’s suddenly a little less fearful. You guess you’ve rubbed off on him.[2/3]
>>43144665[3/3]“Holocrons,” you say. “Empire pays nice money for old Jedi holocrons. Age doesn’t matter, what matters is that they work.” You pull up a flashlight and step inside. It was a grand library, spanning right into the mountainside. Shelves reached high like skyscrapers on Coruscant, lit only by a small hole in the side of the mountain. You don’t go five minutes of searching before you finally find one, resting in the center of the library. It glows faintly blue, probably from old age. “Alright, Marko. Looks like we…” You hear the faint whine of a blaster powering up. You turn back to see Marko pointing his blaster straight at your head. “Seriously?”“Sorry, Rhys.” Marko steps up to you. “I know certain Hutt who pay me millions for holocron.”Hm. How do you get out of this one?> Charisma: Talk him out of it. Appeal to his inner scumbag.> Intelligence: Remind him that Hutts are not the most trustworthy people to deal with.> Skill: Fight him
>>43144699>Skill: Fight him
Do we have a charsheet?
>>43144699>> Charisma: Talk him out of it. Appeal to his inner scumbag.
>>43144777Because this is a pilot one shot, I didn't think to make one. Plus this isn't making use of any particular system.
>>43144699>Skill: Fight himLets do this!
>>43144804Alright, I was just asking because of the different attributes.
>>43144835Think of this session as building up the character for future adventures, if there are any.
>>43144699> Intelligence: Remind him that Hutts are not the most trustworthy people to deal with.
>>43144699>Charisma: Talk him out of it. Appeal to his inner scumbag.Inner scumbags are easy.
>>43144699>> Skill: Fight himWhy does everyone want those anyway it's usually just a very expensive kinder surprise egg.>>43144777>Schteel>any kind of serious crunchNext you know it Merc runs a legitimately new quest, Twen revives and Callow resumes Elder Loli Quest.
>>43144900It doesn't have to be serious crunch. I just like reading charsheets.
>>43144835>Alright, I was just asking because of the different attributes.It's just the standard Bioware/Obsidian cRPG clickwheel.
>>43144699>Skill: Fight himShoot first. Think on the bright side; now we get to keep all the money.
>>43145226>Shoot first.The traditional way to interact with Rodians.
> Skill: Fight him“Okay. Look, Marko.” You stand up straight, holding your hands up. “I’m probably not the nicest man you’ve ever met, I’m certainly not the smartest man ever. But I think you and me can talk this out.” He keeps his blaster leveled directly at your face. “Like, we can talk about how I just busted your shin.”He squints at you, his lips curling. “You did not bust my shin!” And with that, you kick his shin in. He screams in pain, dropping his blaster. Perfect! You dive for the blaster and fire. No time to aim, just fire, fire, fire! He takes a bolt straight to the arm, but dives into cover. Blast it! You hurry to stand up, trying to find him in the not very well lit halls of the library. “Marko, if you’re not coming out, I’m just going to leave!” Silence.Okay, this is bad. Rodians are not known for being prey after all. And the reason you hired Marko was because he had a good record as a Bounty Hunter. You might be just the slightest over your head. “Come out you little Abo! Suh-weeeee!” You try the Rodian calls they taught you back in the Academy. You were sure they were just messing with you considering the lessons came from upperclassmen, but anything is needed to get the upper hand.You turn around, to find him rushing quietly at you with an icicle in hand. The look in his eyes are filled with nothing but fury. Once he sees though that the blaster is firmly aiming at him, he hesitates. It’s almost as if time stops at this point. You can see the blaster bolt sail right through his chest explode out the other end. He falls over forward, dead. You step up to him, then nudge him with your boot. Yep, dead. “See ya ‘round, Marko.” You hold the Holocron firmly in hand, smirking a bit. Millions hm?[1/4]
>>43145543Whoops.[2/4]You step down the halls of the old Jedi Library, setting the blaster in your new holster pilfered off of Marko’s corpse. That’ll save you some credits. But as soon as you step into the blinding openness of the outside world, you’re greeted by the terrifying sight of IG-RM Thug droids. Oh great. They level their heavy blasters down at you, and you sigh and hold up your hands. Can you not go through a temple run without something happening?“Zzzo good to zee you, Rhys Cykgil.” That familiar hissing and gurgling voice comes from behind all the Thug droids. He steps through the squad, revealing himself. That short, Selkath, Abo savage that thinks himself a treasure hunter just because he’s lucky enough to steal things from you. “Zeemz we meet again.”You glare at him. “Oktovard. Didn’t think the Empire let you out of the fish bowl.”He scoffs, spitting out a bit of dripping saliva from his mouth. That’s the one thing about Selkath that you hate, they drool a lot. He rubs at one of the lobes hanging from his head, bearing down on you. “Ze Holocron, Mizter Cykgil.” You slowly lower your hand towards the holster. He squints, appearing to test you.Guess you aren’t bluffing him today. You place the Holocron squarely in his hand. “Hmph. Jabba ze Hutt will pay me well for zuch a valuable piece of history.”“Yeah.” You gnash your teeth, seeing a little bit of red. “You’ll get yours, Oktovard.”
>>43145574[3/3]“Maybe you should invezt in droids instead of Bounty Hunters.” He brings the Holocron up to his eye, examining it closely. You noticed that the faint blue glow is gone. Maybe it knows that Oktovard is everything the Selkath aren’t. “Zuch a pretty little thing, don’t you think-“Once he looks down, he realizes that you’ve escaped. “Get him!” he yells. The Thug droids all immediately run after you, blasting through the snow faster than you can shovel and push through it. You can’t take all of those Thug droids at once. You look down the valley to see your TIE Scout, sitting peacefully between some rocks, camouflaged from prying eyes. “R5!” you scream, lacking a communicator with him. “R5, start the Scout!” you shriek. A blaster explodes next to you, oh Blast! “Start the Scout you pile of scrap!”You can hear the TIE start to roar. Yes, yes! It hovers up and starts flying towards you. A ladder drops down from the bottom hatch for you to catch. You jump and grip the cold iron bars of it, quickly being let aboard by R5-Z3. “Yes, thank you!” you yell, hurrying past all the clutter and mess into the cockpit. “We gotta get out of here.”R5 rolls up next to you. “We can’t. Hyperdrive’s still recharging.”“Are you serious!?” you yell. Immediately, your sensor pings. Enemy fighters, four of them. The Thug droids must have mounted into some small fighters, looks like Z-95s.Okay, situation is as follows. You’re in a TIE Scout that’s as well armored as a TIE, but not as maneuverable or as fast in atmosphere. You have a single laser cannon. And you’re up against four Z-95s which are much faster and heavily armed.Good odds.> Outfly> Fight> Outrun
>>43145590>OutrunSo, out ship is complete shit?
>>43144651What's with the recent surge of star wars quests recently?The Force awakens?Knights of the Fallen Empire?In either case, good luck OP!
>>43145637It may be complete shit but it's got you as a pilot.
>>43145590>FightWe're slower, and frailer, but gunz is gunz. And we only need one! Their dependence on many guns only shows their weakess!I'm gonna go have more coffee.
>>43145590> FightIf you look up the specs, you can see the TIE Scout is slower than the Z-95. We can't outrun it, nor outfly it. But they're piloted by thug droids, not dedicated piloting droids, so we may be able to trick them, like droid fighters used to be easy picking for Clone and Jedi starfighters.
I think the fish has a point, though. Get a good pair of IG-100 droids with a Droideka for backup, and some old CIS battledroids, and make sure that their internal radio comms are ripped out to prevent them being sliced, and it'll be much better than depending on other bounty hunters that'll turn on us.And the best part, they won't complain when we send them into a suicidal charge to buy us time to escape.
> Fight“Alright, R5, the odds are against us right now, but it’s human ingenuity and intelligence versus droid stiffness. We’re going to have to fight them mono e mono.” You look back at him plugging into the ship’s systems. “You got me?”“I am not programmed to tell you that this is a terrible idea, so yes.”You roll your eyes, grabbing the controls. “Give me readouts. Are they close?” A laser blast flies right by you, along with more.“Yes.”“Alright, I’m taking us into the canyon, stand by.” You push down on the control pad, forcing the TIE Scout into a dive deeper into the thick snowy canyon of Rhen Var. You take a look at the sensor pad next to you. Four Z-95s, taking close formation, going at low speed to keep you in front of them, already in weapon range. You look forward to see ruins and rocky pillars poking up into the air out of the ground. The TIE Scout may not turn well, but it can fly low. You take it even lower.“Master, I wouldn’t advise flying this low,” you say.“R5, shut up,” you say simply. The ship rumbles, feels like the side panels are scraping against the snow. Suddenly, one of the Z-95 signatures disappears. He must have crashed. “Alright, give me power to emergency boosters.” The emergency boosters, your own modification.“That is only for stopping rapid descent into atmosphere.”“Now, R5!”[1/2]
You buckle forward as the boosters stop the TIE Scout midflight, then propel it backwards. It feels as if someone just kicked you in the back and tried to drag over a cliff. It only works for a few seconds, meant to decelerate the TIE rapidly in case of a death spiral. Now though? You were using it to get right behind these clankers. The Z-95s fly right overhead, right into your sights. You hit the triggers. Your laser cannon blasts the engines of one, sending it spiraling into the ground. The other two attempt evasive action, but find the only way is either up or down. One clips into the ruins of an old watcher, exploding and crashing down. The last one loops upward.“Got you,” you mutter. You fire again. It explodes, sending the flaming wreckage down into Rhen Var. “Alright, how’s our hyperdrive?”“95%,” beeps R5. “Should be ready when we hit orbit.”Right. You’re alone. You’ve got your treasure back with that fishface surrounded by lots of droids with lots of blasters. And you’re in an old Scout that only just barely shook of your pursuit.> Cut your losses, head back to Nar Shaddaa> This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down.> Other
>>43146435>> This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down.
>>43146435>This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down.We aren't Indiana Jones here, we're not going to let Belloc get away with the idol.
>>43146435>Cut your losses, head back to Nar ShaddaaNo point in being reckless
>>43146435> This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down
>>43146435>This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down.Motherfucker, time for fly bys
>>43146435>This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down.Give me back my stolen goods!
> This isn’t the time to give up, head straight back down.You turn the controls, swinging around. “Are we not leaving?” asks R5.“Nope. We got a Holocron down there. It’s mine. Well, technically it’s the Jedi’s but it’s mine too.” TIE Scout is not really suited for ground attack, but you might be able to catch Oktovard with his lobes hanging in the breeze if you give him a quick strafing run. One thing they taught you in the Academy was that all Starfighters can be ground attack craft in a pinch. And if those Z-95s got to you fast, his base camp must be pretty close.And in only a few seconds you’re flying right over it. A lot of buildings and tents for his droids. “R5, give me valuable targets.”“Locating. Power generators, droid bays, and Oktovard have been targeted.” Target pings spring up all over the sensor pad. Good good. You set the TIE into hover and start blasting away. Droids, from old B1s and B2s and even an old Droideka start scattering. Their blaster fire is ineffective against the heavy plating of your TIE Scout. At least you’ve found something that can’t shoot you down.“There!” you yell. You see Oktovard take cover in one of the tents. “R5, autopilot!”“Yes, sir. What are you thinking?” You head back to the top of the TIE Scout to use the upper hatch. But before that, as you crowd through your cozy little quarters, you find your own personal blaster mounted on the wall. Hm. Might as well bring something heavier than Marko’s own.What is your personal blaster?> Charisma: S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol. You won it off a drunk Naboo SF guard in a sabaac game.> Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive.> Skill: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol. A few bruises and a very worrying scar on your arm got you this thing.
>>43147348> Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive
>>43147348>> Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive.
>>43147348> Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive.
>>43147348>Skill: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol. A few bruises and a very worrying scar on your arm got you this thing.KABOOM BABY
>>43147348>Skill: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol. A few bruises and a very worrying scar on your arm got you this thing.its gotta be this
>>43147348>Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive.Though maybe we should invest by shooting someone who has one in the back a heavier weapon sometime after this.
>>43147348>Skill: DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol. A few bruises and a very worrying scar on your arm got you this thing.Weapon of Rodian splatting scoundrels everywhere.
>>43147348>> Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive.Kaminoians knew how to make their guns, take the pistol
>>43147348>Charisma: S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol. You won it off a drunk Naboo SF guard in a sabaac game.
> Intelligence: DC-17 Blaster Pistol. Clone sidearms are plentiful, which means lots of spare parts which means inexpensive.You quickly charge the DC-17. Along with Marko’s own DL-44, you decide you’re going in blasters blazing. You slip them into the holsters then punch open the top hatch. The minute you step out is the minute you’re pinned by suppressive fire. “R5, give me some cover fire!” His response is blasting away straggling droids out of cover. The one laser cannon might be piddly to anything with decent armor, but against droids? It might as well be a lightsaber. He drops close to the ground, and immediately you jump off.“There’s one!” yells a B1 in its characteristic high-pitched whine. “Get him! Get him!” They all shoot at you, many shots going wide. Thank goodness for cruddy Droid foundries that built these things. You pull your blasters out and fire away. Heads fly, shots go right through, and their plating is scorched by your marksmanship. Maybe you should’ve been a Stormtrooper.You pop into Oktovard’s tent. “Alright, Okto-“ You’re punched in the face by a B2 SBD, flying right back into the snow. Okay, you weren’t expecting that. He flips up his wrist mounted blaster, stepping closer. Too close, you kick it in the leg, causing it to collapse. Before it can recover, you give it a quick double tap of the blasters. You step back in. “Alright, Oktovard!” Time to start over.He holds the Holocron in his hand, a heavy blaster pistol in the other. “I gotz more droidz coming, Rhys. You’re not leaving with ziz Holocron alive!” You pocket the DL-44. “So put down your blaster and-“You blast his hand. The Holocron goes flying into your hand. He screams, holding his scorched and burnt out hand. “Thanks.” You step out of the tent right into the firezone of over a dozen more B2s, and even an old Droideka. Ah great.Oktovard laughs as he steps out of the tent. “Gahaha! Zee what I mean, pathetic fool! Blast him!”[1/2]
>>43148312[2/3]Suddenly, they all explode in a laser cannon blast. The droideka turns around, forcing up its plasma shields. Those shields though are only graded for personal weaponry. The TIE Scout blasts it to pieces, leaving you to run up and mount your TIE Scout from the bottom. “Thanks, R5!” You pat him on the head as you take controls once again.“Rhys!” screams Oktovard as you speed off into orbit, your treasure safely secured, and your payment well-assured.--You place the Holocron onto the table of the Nar Shaddaa cantina. It was little non-descript place in the upper cities, a great place to hide from competitors. Why? Because Imperial Officers loved Tarisian Ale and this place was one of the few reliable places other than Taris to get it. The Cantina was full to burst with Officers, Stormtroopers, and TIE Pilots on love, getting sloshed on all kinds of ales that the Hutts had to offer them. Loud music, the soothing perfume of Twi’leks, and the brash conversation that Imperial soldiers can offer was enough to drown out your conversation with your good friend.He picked up the holocron, regarding it with those big black eyes of his, as expected of an Aqualish. His name was Vikker, and he was your good contact with buyers. “Hm.” His translator collar buzzed as it put his weird ramblings into something you could understand. “Very good condition, Rhys. I have a buyer on Eriadu who would love something like this in his private collection. He buys all kinds of things that the Jedi used to use, robes, clothing, training probes…” He taps his fingers along the table, already transferring the credits to your account. “… Lightsabers?”“I’m not getting you a lighsaber,” you say, sipping up some ale. “You know, that Rodian you recommended turned on me. Then Oktovard shows up. This blue milk run you put me on was almost as much of a mess as Mandalore. How about one of these days you give me something easier?”[2/3]
>>43148346[3/3]“I did. It’s not my fault that Jedi are so taboo. People love taboo.” He leans in, quirking his eyelids upward. “So, how about we discuss some new business, my friend?”> “Get me something to drink first. I need to be drunk to listen to your stupid ideas.”> “How about we discuss your buyer. Holocrons are useless to him, what’s he want with it?”> “No thanks. We still need to talk hazard pay about this, Vikker.”> Other
>>43148381> “How about we discuss your buyer. Holocrons are useless to him, what’s he want with it?”> “No thanks. We still need to talk hazard pay about this, Vikker.”
>>43148381>“How about we discuss your buyer. Holocrons are useless to him, what’s he want with it?”
>>43148381>> “How about we discuss your buyer. Holocrons are useless to him, what’s he want with it?”
>>43148381>“No thanks. We still need to talk hazard pay about this, Vikker.”
>>43148381>“Get me something to drink first. I need to be drunk to listen to your stupid ideas.”Asking about a buyer is just asking for more trouble with little money.
>>43148668>GS is starting another questOkay, let's take bets: how long before it turns into lesbian shenanigans IN SPESS?Also, how far along the Star Wars timeline are we? Interim period of Eps III and IV, during the Clone Wars, during the Galactic Civil War, or in teh far-off future of the non-canon EU?
>>43148824Interim period, just a year or two before Battle of Yavin.
> “How about we discuss your buyer. Holocrons are useless to him, what’s he want with it?”Vikker leans back, kicking his foot up onto the table. His tusks click and clatter as his translator collar tells you: “I don’t normally reveal much about my buyers, Rhys. You know that. It’s supposed to be a relatively confidential relationship.”“Is he Imperial?” you ask. He nods at that. “Is he a guy. I noticed I was using male pronouns and you weren’t correct me.” He nods again, a little hesitantly at that. “Is he a Grand Moff with amazing cheekbones and a horrific domestic policy towards the Outer Rim?”“No. It’s not Tarkin. If it were Tarkin, we’d be sucking mold off the walls in a cell on Kessel.” No point arguing that, that’s the absolute truth. “I guess this once I can tell you who he is, but I require strict confidentiality from you. My buyers will not like it if I suddenly reveal who they are to some random bounty hunter. And Jedi certainly won’t like it if they knew you plundered their tombs.”“Jedi are nothing but old wives tales, who is he?”Vikker shrugs, his tusks clicking more rapidly. “You remember your headmaster from the Academy?”“Commander Hrakert? That old bag collects Jedi artifacts?” You can’t help but laugh at that. “Hahaha!” Okay, you can let go just this once. “Ahaha!” You slap the table, getting the attention of a few drunk Stormtroopers. “Vikker, seriously, who is it?” He stares at you. “… Are you serious?”“Hrakert likes his artifacts. Apparently he feels that collecting those items may make him powerful.”[1/2]
>>43149123[2/2]“What, is he gonna grind up holocrons and snort them before he goes chasing lekku? That old bag has the nerve to expel me from the Academy while he hunts for artifacts under Vader’s nose? Who does he think he is?” Commander Hrakert was quite the bitter man. You can remember his cold blue eyes giving you harsh glares as you ran through simulations as you prepared to become a TIE Pilot. Those were the days.“Coming from you,” says Vikker. “Need I remind you why you were expelled?”“Yeah, I got expelled because Hrakert’s a superstitious idiot,” you say.“No.” Vikker pours you a glass of Tarisian ale. “That wasn’t it.”Well, he’s not wrong. There were other issues.> Charisma: You might have slept around with some of his Twi’lek concubines. His fault anyway.> Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.> Skill: You might have destroyed a training Venator while outrunning a cluster of training missiles.
>>43149152>> Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.
>>43149152>>Charisma: You might have slept around with some of his Twi’lek concubines. His fault anyway.
>>43148861>Interim period, just a year or two before Battle of Yavin.Ah, so Luke is still just a farmboy shooting womp rats in his T-16 and Obi-Wan is still a desert hobo.Are there any chances we'll be encountering any of the principle characters from the OT or, hell, even the Clone Wars? In our line of business, I'm assuming it'd be appropriate to run into a smuggler or two like a Han Solo or Dash Rendar.>>43149152> Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.Damn you Sienar Fleet Systems and your corner-cutting. Damn you to hell!
>>43149152>Charisma: You might have slept around with some of his Twi’lek concubines. His fault anyway.Manwhore go!
>>43149226While certain characters like Vader, Tarkin, the Emperor, anybody famous enough to be known will be mentioned, I don't feel like giving them an appearance for appearance's sake.Plus Dash Rendar isn't canon anymore.
>>43149152>Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.leave my ship-fu out of this
>>43149294>Dash Rendar isn't canon anymoreSON OF A BITCH
>>43149152>Skill: You might have destroyed a training Venator while outrunning a cluster of training missiles.
>>43149152> Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.
>>43149152>Charisma: You might have slept around with some of his Twi’lek concubines. His fault anyway.
>>43149152>> Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.>MaximumINT.jpg
>>43146392>mono e monoit's "mano a mano", hand to hand
> Intelligence: You pointed out a lot of deficiencies of the TIE Fighter to him, mostly in regards to it lacking maneuverability in atmosphere. He didn’t like that.“Look, the TIE Fighter is an excellent piece of craftsmanship. It flies very well, it maneuvers in space as if you were just being carried. It’s fun to fly and in my heart there is a special place for the TIE. But my goodness that thing is a deathtrap.”“He didn’t agree to that,” says Vikker.“Yeah. Neither did the Sienar execs that were with him at the time.” You cross your arms, sighing deeply. The Academy was a great thrill to be in. You were learning so many new things about the Galaxy at large, but at the same time you were learning too much about how the Empire operated. The thought of being put into the TIE and then just being thrown at the enemy with nary a thought for your own life horrified you. Maybe getting expelled was just a bit of political suicide in place of actual suicide. “Now do you have any business for me?”“I do. Goes to the Centrality.”“That no name sector?” you ask. “What’s out there?”“The Empire is hiring all kinds of folks poke and prod around that system. They recently uncovered holodocs indicating that Emir Wat Tambor had droid foundries hidden all over the Outer Rim, in the event that the Separatist Alliance was defeated and forced into a surrender. Those foundries were set to continuously produce droids for any holdouts, and that means the Empire is spending loads of credits hiring people to shut them down.”“You want me to shut down a droid foundry by myself?” You take a sip of Tarisian ale, feeling it burn down your throat. “That’s a little above my paygrade, Vikker.”[1/2]
>>43150059[2/2]“There’s more than that,” he says. “It’s less shutting it down and stealing one of these.” He turns on a small holopad, showing off a CPU no bigger than your head. “This is the Central Processing Unit built for all of these hidden foundries. You’re not going to shut down the foundry per say. You’re going to steal one of these. These CPUs automate the construction process and are built to last for decades. One of these could run a Star Destroyer on its own if properly coaxed.”“Forget it.” You swirl your drink a little in your glass. “I’ve had enough of droids, I’m barely having it with R5. You cannot pay me enough to go and shut one of those things down.” You take another deep sip of the drink.“I knew you might say that. But would you reconsider if this were Ulgo asking you.”You cough a bit, choking on the ale. “U-… Ulgo?” He nods. “Lotte Ulgo?” You squint. “She made it out of the Academy?”“Yes, they made her a Garrison Commander in the Centrality,” says Vikker. You remember Lotte Ulgo, one of your classmates. One of the fieriest pilots you remember. And you know that specifically because Alderaan doesn’t produce a lot of people like that. You can’t imagine how she’s feeling being forced behind a desk.Though, maybe that’s where she wanted to be. “Look-““There’s 20,000 credits in it too.”> “I want double.”> “Done.”> “No deal.”
>>43150082> “I want double.”
>>43150082>“I want double.”always haggle. Worse case here is we offend them and they don't give us a job we don't want anyways.
>>43150082>> “Done.”I think we can make do on 20k and visiting an old flame.That and it's probably best not to be greedy about it.
>>43150082>“I want double.”>"And access to your fixer network with a 40% discount on one item for this job."
>>43150082>“I want double.”>fight others after the job>go though tens of thousands of droids>find a cpu that is probably protected at the core by dozens of Magna guards>then fight way out when all security is trippeddamn straight were getting paid double
>>43150082> “I want double.”"And before you get all indignant on me this is practically a literal suicide mission. That and I'll probably have to sink some credits into some good equipment if I even think of accepting this."
>>43150082> “I want double.
>>43150214Ion blasters, ion grenades, and restraining bolts. The CIS must have developed some that work on their own droids.On the plus side, we might be able to grab some droids of our own on the way out of the foundry.
>>43148312>their plating is scorched by your marksmanship. Maybe you should’ve been a Stormtrooper.
>>43150324we've got a clone blaster, they put a unique mixture of plasma in their gas packs to ionize the bolts to make it more effective against droids
> “I want double.”Vikker grimaces a little, obviously not liking being squeezed for credits. He’s not the Banking Clan after all. “Listen,” you say. “This is a suicide mission beyond any shadow of the doubt. The least you can do is pay me double, in advance, and also pay for some fixing equipment.”“I’ll pay for half of the equipment you need,” he says. “And you will be paid 30,000 now, 10,000 when it’s successful.”You quickly drink up the last of your Tarisian ale. “We got ourselves a deal.”--The Centrality was not as Central to the Empire as one might think. It was nestled right next to Hutt Space in the Outer Rim, and the hyperspace lanes were so stretched and far that it was a common sight to see starships drifting without fuel in the Sector. At least with your modded Scout, you could be assured that you’d at least make it to your destination of the Cadma system. Cadma Prime was the planet. “Mostly a farming planet sir, but relatively beautiful aesthetically speaking,” says R5 describing it. “The Empire exports mostly food. Relatively insignificant strategically to the Empire.”“That’s why Tambor would build foundries in this system,” you say. “You put a lot of foundries, have them strip the metal underneath everyone’s nose. Suddenly you’re up to your neck in battle droids.” The idea was most likely that once the Separatists were forced to surrender, they’d have an army ready to continue the fight from the shadows. You’ve already had experience raiding an old foundry on Geonosis. That one wasn’t producing droids, but the droids themselves were still active. You were lucky to escape with your life, but not the twenty people accompanying you.[1/2]
>>43150796[2/2]As you flew into the atmosphere, R5 directed you on a course to land. The golden fields stretched on for hundreds of miles, until they were broken up by a range of mountains built up on a coast next to an ocean. And there would be your meeting point with Lotte Ulgo. You hope this is just going to be all business. “Right. R5, remember,” you say. “Fly casual.”“I am a droid, I am always casual.”Fair point.The TIE Scout lands at a large camp. Old Republic AT-TEs along with other aged military equipment are set up in a motorpool outside of it. Rows of tents with Stormtroopers inside of them were many and plenty. Ulgo seems to be taking the threat of a shadow army very seriously. You open one of the side hatches and dismount, R5 coming along with you carrying the fixer equipment.And there you meet Ulgo, flanked by a pair of Stormtroopers. Her once short cropped hair has now grown into a long curly mess, her cap not even squarely fit on her head. Her Imperial greys at least look good, and those boots and pants are certainly giving her legs the room they need to breathe. She has an expression of utter contempt as you walk up to her. As of expected of Alderaanian nobility. “Lotte. It’s good that you contacted me,” you say.“Rhys Cykgil.” She looks at you up and down.…[2/3]
>>43150814[3/3]…“Oh, who am I kidding!?” She grins happily. She immediately leaps and gives you a chest bump, a signature greeting for some in the class, nearly knocking you over. “Ha! It’s so great to see you again! You know, Vikker sells me on the worst kind of scum for these kinds of operations but I didn’t think you’d be one of those scum!” She gives you a very knowing smirk. “What do you think?” She twirls around, showing off her uniform? “Do I look great? Or do I look great!? This is just the best assignment I could ever secure ever! No Vader, no demanding TIE squadron duty, no more cramped TIE cockpits, no nothing! This is the best place to be!”The Stormtroopers look at you, as if asking if this is normal. You give a look back that says yes, it is.“So how have you been?” she asks. “Last I heard you were heading back to Naboo to go native with the Gungans. They didn’t give you too much trouble, right?”“Let’s just say I’m not welcome on Naboo anymore.”> “Can we get down to business?”> Walk with her, talk with her. Seems weird that the second in your class would be so excited about being a Garrison Commander.> Other
>>43150832>> Walk with her, talk with her. Seems weird that the second in your class would be so excited about being a Garrison Commander.Begun, the Waifu Wars have--and with the Spunky Best Friend, nonetheless.Don't be so quick to get down to brass tacks. Let's just enjoy this reprieve and catch up for now.
>>43150832get down to bid-niss
>>43150832>Walk with her, talk with her. Seems weird that the second in your class would be so excited about being a Garrison Commander.
>>43150832Walk and talk.
>>43150832> Walk with her, talk with her. Seems weird that the second in your class would be so excited about being a Garrison Commander.
>>43150919>>43150939>>43150941horny betas, this isn't the attitude of a man waiting 10,000 credits for the completion of a dangerous mission.
>>43150832>Can we get down to business?”
>>43146392We're going to fight them hand to hand? In space ships?
>>43146022> seriously those CIS droids kinda sucks but I think the programming failure was their biggest flaw
>>43150978No it isn't, but it would be rude of us to be so coldly professional with an old Academy buddy. Unless we left on bad terms with her, a bit of dialogue wouldn't hurt.
> Walk with her, talk with her. Seems weird that the second in your class would be so excited about being a Garrison Commander.“So how did you get to be a Garrison Commander in some no-name system?” you ask.“Oh, it’s quite simple!” She grinned. “I failed!” She seems so proud to have failed. “Let me explain before you start lecturing me about how I wasted my education. I was still second in my sim flights, behind you of course, and unlike you I didn’t complain that the TIE fighter was a deathtrap which it really is. But, I still failed to graduate, so they shifted me over to Officer School.”“I see.” You think on it a bit. They shifted her, a girl who scored a ten out of a hundred on her leadership courses, to Officer School. Hrakert is either stupid or was trying to get into her pants. “So, you got this post once you graduated then.”She shrugs, smirking cleverly. “Not everyone can have the honor of serving Vader personally.” Her smirk drops a little, then she nudges you a bit. “Speaking of which, you got expelled before Vader’s personal visit! The rumor was that you and him were gonna go head to head in a simulated fight.”“Well, blame Hrakert for that,” you say. “Besides, Vader would’ve had me anyway. You know he’s the pilot every TIE pilot wants to be.” Lotte nods at that, rubbing at her chin.[1/2]
>>43151257[2/2]“So where have you been then?” she asks.“Well, Naboo didn’t work out. But I met Vikker, he got me a job as a sort of uh… import and export person,” you explain. “I find things, I sell things. Simple.”“Ah. You’re a thief,” she says, obviously a little disappointed. You shake your head. “Oh. Criminal.” You shake your head again, harder this time. “Smuggler? Bounty Hunter?” She stops you, placing her hands on her hips. “Is this what the top pilot in our class is reduced to? Flying around in some cruddy TIE Scout working for some lower class scum in the Outer Rim?”> “Well, when you say it like that.”> “If you’re going to try and recruit me, forget it.”> “I should ask you the same thing.”> Other
>>43151281>"A star destroyer is not conductive to bounty hunting."
>>43151281>> “Well, when you say it like that.”
>>43151281>“I should ask you the same thing.”obviously
>>43151257>Vader would’ve had me anyway. You know he’s the pilot every TIE pilot wants to be.” Lotte nods at that, rubbing at her chin.I suddenly remember that old Tie Fighter game for the PC. I remember there were a couple missions where you where Vader was part of your personal squadron, and you were able to sic the bastard on some Rebel targets.Looking back, it was pretty awkward, having an otherwise unknown Imperial ace commanding the Emperor's attack dog.>>43151281> “Well, when you say it like that.”What sorta ship should we eventually shoot for, guys? I'm thinking a YT-2400 Coreillian rig might be just up our alley if we don't get something that requires a dedicated crew.
>>43151281> “Well, when you say it like that.”
>>43151281"Yes" with a shit eating grin
>>43151281>"Hey, I'm an archaeologist. Not a thief."
>>43151483I'll second it
>>43151281>Other"Well, when you say it like that...yeah, I should have held out for something with some shields and concussion missiles."
>>43151659>>43151483both of these
> “Well, when you say it like that.”“Well, when you say it like that, Lotte, you make me sound bad.”“That’s because you are,” she says simply. “I have to be honest, I’m disappointed in you, Rhys. You were so promising. It’s heartbreaking seeing you reduced to rags like this.” She pats your arm, frowning a little. “You could’ve been one of the greats.”“Hey, I landed on my feet. Let’s keep it at that, alright? Now what we do we have?” you ask.She sighs, leading you on. “We have a droid foundry in those mountains. We identified a large opening big enough for your TIE Scout to enter. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’ll go in, grab the CPU, come out. Boom, we’re set.”You hold up a hand. Something’s not right. “What about you and your Stormtrooper pals here?”“We’re the last resort,” she says. You glare at her a little. She’s just sending you in without any kind of help or support? “Hey, we want the foundry intact if practicable. Those things can be converted to better use. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She pats your arm, smiling. “Just you know, don’t let that big head of yours get in the way.” You roll your eyes. Great, thanks, Lotte. You sigh, so this is how it’ll go down then.--Your TIE Scout slowly flies through the entrance, the top sliding across the entrance hole. The inside is painted a warm orange glow by the workings of industry. Droids are still being produced, weapons and all, on the belt. Everything from B1s, to B2s, and even Vultures. There’s a surprising amount of room for your TIE Scout to maneuver. “Alright, R5, can you locate anything giving off electronic signals, preferably large ones?”R5 rolls over to you. “I am detecting a very powerful signal coming towards the center of the foundry. That may be the CPU, sir.” Alright. You look around at the foundry from the inside of the Scout. “Would you like for me to accompany you inside?”[1/2]
>>43151835[2/2]“No, keep the Scout running. I can do this alone.” Your Scout descends further and further into the harsh workings of the foundry. Wat Tambor was not fooling around when it came to building factories that stretched beneath the ground. This thing could go on for miles. Then you see it, a great big metallic orb almost the size of an Imperial light cruiser. “That should be it. Take me close.” Your TIE Scout flies up to one of the platforms next to it. You dismount and step aboard. The platform creaks worryingly, some rust falling off it the minute your weight is put upon it.Great. As if droids weren’t enough. Seems like they’re not alert just yet. Security not might be paralyzed by a fighter coming in instead of just a group of people. You step towards the big orb and find yourself a door. Alright. You set up your slicing equipment. You jam it into the port, and wait for the heavy door to open.“Hey, you!” You hear the mechanical voices of a Tactical droid. You look back to see an old T-Series Tactical Droid backed up by a pair of IG-100 MagnaGuards. Oh great. They must keep these things on patrol and you caught them at a bad time. “Identify yourself, intruder!”> Charisma: Pretend you’re a Separatist.> Intelligence: Run and hide.> Skill: Shoot at them, now.
>>43151853>> Intelligence: Run and hide.
>>43151853>> Charisma: Pretend you’re a Separatist.
>>43151853>Charisma: Pretend you’re a Separatist.if that fails>> Intelligence: Run and hide.
>>43151835>practicableIs this a real word?>>43151853>Charisma: Pretend you’re a Separatist.
>>43151853>> Skill: Shoot at them, now.That tech has to be somewhere around twenty years old, now. Droids running constantly for twenty years without maintenance checks? Their performance is probably massively degraded.
>>43151853>Charisma: Pretend you’re a Separatist.
> Charisma: Pretend you’re a Separatist.“Um.” You stand up quickly, standing straight. “I am a representative of Emir Wat Tambor of the Techno Union. I am here to tell you all that the war is over and that you should stop producing droids.”The Tactical Droid’s optics scope on you. “Do I look like I was built yesterday, who are you really?”“I told you. I work with the CIS,” you say. You motion to your TIE Scout. “In there is my personal astromech, he can vouch for me.” The Tactical Droid and the MagnaGuards look down at it, then back at you.“That model of starship is not familiar. Where is your identification?” he asks. You look back at the slicer, then find that it has completed its task. The door opens, revealing the sensitive main computer within.“Um.” You step back. “My identification is uh… I’m…” You gently wave your hand. “You don’t need to see my identification.”“Identifications exception calculating.” He turns away, glancing to one of his MagnaGuards. “Err, uh, that does not compute. Err, uh…” He points to you, his optics now glowing red. “You’re under arrest!” You blast his head off. The MagnaGuards whirl their shock staves into position. You quickly rush into the mainframe.Only to find blaster turrets on the ceiling. Nevermind. You step back out with the MagnaGuards. You’ll take your chances with them. The one on the left charges you, attempting to prod with the electric end. You step to the side, then whip it with the grip of your DC-17, knocking it back. They quickly decide to advance together, slowly and more carefully. Blaster shots aren’t going to make much difference, they’re too agile for that.[1/2]
>>43152304[2/2]But probably not for this. You blast apart the platform. It buckles, and immediately falls, sending the droids to their doom. It knocks out a conveyor belt, then slams into the ground, smashing them to pieces. You stand on the precipice, stepping inside, then quickly sniping out the turrets one by one. Alright, now that that’s done. You step up to the mainframe and pat around the circuitry. CPU, CPU, CPU… there it is! You grab it, then tear it out. The mainframe sparks and bursts into flames. Suddenly, an alert is triggered.“WARNING, WARNING, INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT”Oh great. You quickly dash out and jump into the TIE Scout. “R5!” you yell. He turns his head to you as take the controls. “Let’s get out of here!”“There is a problem. Vulture Droids are being deployed. Sensors are picking up at least a hundred.” You nearly have a heart attack until he finishes it. “However, most of them have rusted or were imperfectly built. Only ten appear to be active.” You knock your head on the controls. Oh whatever, you can pull it off. It’s only having to knife fight inside of a Droid foundry. There’s plenty of space for your clumsy old TIE Scout. “How do you wish to proceed?”> Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in here.> You’re in a foundry with a big cannon and a lot of sensitive parts all over. Just blast the place, the Empire’s got money to rebuild it later.> Dogfight with the Vultures. It’ll be like the simulations again, only easier.> Other
>>43152318>> Dogfight with the Vultures. It’ll be like the simulations again, only easier.
>>43152318>> Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in here.Fuck it, we have what we came for--let's go!
>>43152318>Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in here.nope.gif
>>43152318>> Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in here.
>>43152318> Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in hereAlternatively, could we call for the cavalry?
>>43152318>Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in here.
>>43152318When you say pilot one shot, do you mean your continuing the series just with a different character/theme?Or do you mean one shot period?
>>43152644I mean may continue this on with the same characters, same kinds of plots, etc. Just expanded for more than one session. Depends on how I feel about running it.
>>43152318>Dogfight with the Vultures. It’ll be like the simulations again, only easier.
>>43152697Alright, good deal. I'll get caught up then.
> Try to escape. There’s very little room for error in here.As much as you want to try and dogfight like in the old sims, this is not a place where errors can be forgiven. “R5, plot a course.” Your navigator pings as a route is charted to the entrance. “Alright, put power to engines.” You’d say rear deflectors on too but this is a TIE Scout. All that’s left for you to do now is to navigate. And navigate you do, speeding through the conveyor belts, the rails, and the catwalks. You can hear the sounds of Vulture droids following you, with their distinctive Droid language screaming behind you.Once you see the entrance though, it’s the home stretch, until you see it start to close. “Um. R5, why are the doors closing?”“They are trying to block you in.” Oh. Great. You turn your ship sideways, surprising R5. “Sir, what are you doing?”“We’re pretty narrow if we go sideways,” you say. “Just hang on.” You’re only marginally more narrow, but that’ll save you in this case if you’re lucky. You give the TIE full speed on its engines, rushing past the rest of the foundries. Laser cannons smack and blast against the hull of your TIE. “What was that?”“We’re hit, superficial damage, I will fix it.”Oh blast it, blast it, blast it. The exit is getting smaller and smaller! Come on, come on!You make it! The top half of the Scout is sheared off, leaving the navigation bay, but you’ve made it! You quickly turn the TIE Scout back level. “R5, what’s the damage?”“We’re going to crash,” he says simply.Oh. Okay.[1/2]
>>43153000[2/2]Your TIE Scout flies right into the rocky turf. You smack right into the cockpit window, your vision blurring. You can feel blood start to pool in your mouth as R5 tumbles around as well before finally coming to rest. The TIE rolls along a little before stopping entirely. Ugh. You rub your forehead. Damn it. You’re not going to be able to use this thing again. It’s totaled. You shake your head, feeling a slight pain in your heart. Poor thing.Suddenly, the hatch leading into what used to be the top half of the TIE Scout is ripped open, revealing a squad of B1s. “Hands up!” Agh! You reach for your blasters, before suddenly, the leader has his head blown off. “Clone troopers! Ru- Aagh!” Another is pasted across the hull. The droids are sent into a rout by Stormtroopers coming to assist you. One of them pokes his head in.“Are you alright?” he asks.You look over at R5. “You okay?”“Minimal damage. You?”“Same,” you say, spitting some blood out. Lotte drops in, surprised. She quickly walks up to you, and she then holds out her hand.“Got the CPU?” You sigh, pulling it out of your jacket pocket and placing it directly into your hand. “Great!” She looks you up and down, then frowns a little. “Sorry about your Scout, Rhys.”> “You’re paying for a new one.”> “That’s okay. I can buy a new one.”> “Just get me up.”> Other
>>43153016>“Just get me up.”
>>43153016>> “Just get me up.”We should really hold out for something with deflector shields for our next ship.
>>43153016>“You’re paying for a new one.”
>>43153016>> “Just get me up.”
>>43153016> “Just get me up.”
>>43153016>Just get me up
So what are the chances we'll also be meeting qt Mandalorian bounty hunters and smugglers, too?
>>43153016>Other"You owe me a new one. Just say it needed to be replaced, due to taking part in the foundry raid."
>>43153219Anon, if we're gonna be getting the Empire to bankroll our replacement spaceframe, we should pony up and try for something nicer than a fucking TIE Scout.Could we maybe asking for a Lambda-class shuttle? We could have it converted into a gunship/smuggling rig--be able to discreetly travel Core and Mid Rim space without much scrutiny while being able to duke it out in case shit really hits the fan.
>>43153384The Ye-4 might be right up your alley.
>>43153415Schteel. I love you.And you could totally run Girls und tie fighters.
> “Just get me up.”She holds out her free hand, and allows you to grab it and pull yourself up. After doing so, she takes a good long look at the CPU, scrutinizing it under her gaze. “So,” you say. “Am I being paid for this?”“Yes, yes, the money will be transferred to your account.” She and the Stormtrooper climb out along with you. The AT-TEs and other Imperial military materiel is already moving out to secure the foundry. Without that CPU, the droids will most likely be unable to recoup its losses, which means they’ll be easy target practice for well-trained Stormtroopers. The three of you begin walking back. R5 has to be helped out of the wreckage of your old TIE Scout, and he begins catching up too. “With this CPU, this could help automate factories planetwide, our industrialization of the sector will be boosted thanks to your efforts, Rhys.”“Yeah, yeah, great,” you mutter. “So, I’m paid then.” She nods. “Great. So, are you guys going to replace my TIE Scout then?”“Oh, goodness, no,” says Lotte. What? “That’s your expense, not mine.”“Are you kidding me? I’m stranded here without that thing! I mean, it may have been total crud but damn it was mine!” Lotte looks at you as if you were some spoiled child begging for the newest droid off the market. “Don’t look at me like that, this is serious! I need a new ship! If this is some way to force me to join the Imperial Military again, forget it, that chapter of my life is done, Lotte!”She folds her arms, curling her lips a bit. “Oh, alright, alright.” She smiles a little. “Tell you what. I’ll do you a good favor.” She looks to her guard. “Trooper. Find us some transportation.” You squint a little. “I got something to talk about to you anyway, in private.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead as a speeder is called over to transport you all.[1/2]
>>43153741[2/2]--Some Tarisian ale is poured into your glass. “Like my office?” You were escorted into the Imperial Palace upon the planet. It was almost like the Senate building from the outside, but a lot smaller, and certainly less senatorial on the inside. It used to be this planet’s main governance building before it fell under Imperial control. As for Lotte’s office, it was certainly… extravagant. Wookie pelt carpet, luscious banners depicting the Empire’s sigil on the walls, a holophoto depicting your class at the Academy on the wall too. There were also small scale models of TIE fighters along her bookshelves, where sat actual books, not holo ones. You never got the craze of having genuine paper books. And her desk too was built from wood of a Home Tree of Wookies on Kashyyk.You had to note, Lotte did not like Wookies. “It’s… something,” you say.“Ah, I knew you’d love it.” She points your chair that you’re sitting in. “That chair you’re sitting in, it’s real genuine metal that we used after melting down ceremonial Wookiee Bowcasters.” You look down at it, certainly felt a little uncomfortable. She kicks her feet up, unbuttoning her jacket and showing off her white blouse underneath. “Aaah, feels good to relax!” She stretches her arms a bit.“Why am I here?” you ask. “Vikker’s probably got more jobs for me.”“You…” She points to you, getting more stern. “No longer work for Vikker.”“Excuse me?” You tilt your head.She leans back in her seat, kicking her toes back and forth beneath her boots. “I will replace your ship, and I will also pay for a retro-fitted T-Series tactical droid to compliment your R5 droid.”“But…”[2/3]
>>43153758[3/3]She smiles, holding up a finger. “But.” She points to you again. “There is a catch. You see, we have problems, big problems. You might not have noticed at first, but I certainly have. And it has to do with rebels.” Oh great, she’s dragging you into this. “But before you refuse, let me be clear. I am not re-enlisting you. Instead…” She lobs a holopad into your hand. “I am giving you an excuse.”You look at it, then find the Empire sigil on the bottom. “What is it?”“A letter of marque and reprisal.” She smirks a little. “Written by yours truly for you in particular. The terms are simple. I will compensate you for the mission today, and pay you for every Rebel Starfighter you shoot down. In exchange, you will be beholden to my orders.”You narrow your eyes a little. “And what if I run into some trouble with the Empire?”She waves it off, dismissively. “All the same. It’s your problem, not mine. You run into trouble with another governor, or Grand Moff Tarkin, you’re on your own. But me.” She drops her feet, then leans in forward towards you. “Consider me your permanent and much less likely to send you stupid suicide mission employers.” She smiles happily. “So, what do you say, old friend?”> “I can accept.”> “Let’s have a drink or two, we need to talk this over at length.”> “No deal.”> Other
>>43153776> “Let’s have a drink or two, we need to talk this over at length.”
>>43153776>> “Let’s have a drink or two, we need to talk this over at length.”
>>43153776>> “I can accept.”A cash bounty for every starfighter we can bag, and all the while we help stabilize the Rim for Imperial control? We're like privateers!
>>43153776>Let’s have a drink or two, we need to talk this over at length.when a bounty hunter starts picking sides that does start to eliminate potential employers who don't like people who take sides. But on the other hand she does have SOME political power. If we do go along with this she could give us a port in whatever storm we might kick up in the future.So in short not something to brush off but not something we should jump on without some more details first.
>>43153776>“Let’s have a drink or two, we need to talk this over at length.”WOO BOOZE
>>43153776>“I can accept.”
> “Let’s have a drink or two, we need to talk this over at length.”“A letter of marque is a huge commitment you know.” She tilts her head, apparently not following along. “Which is why I think we need to talk this over with a couple of drinks.” You gently nudge Lotte’s glass over to her. “So, a couple of shots of Tarisian ale, maybe something a bit more powerful if you’ve got it.”She smirks a little. “Fine. I’ve got this bottle of Tarisian here but…” She points to one of the cabinets by the door. “In that cabinet, I have alcohol for days. One of them is one of my personal favorites and I know you will enjoy it. It’s Mandalorian black ale.”You chuckle a little in disbelief. “They let you carry a keg off of Mandalore?”“I didn’t say they let me,” she says. “Though Mandalore these days is quite accepting of Imperial rule.” She gently kicks your shotglass into your hand. “It’ll be like old times, think about it!” You take a shot, letting the burning liquid go right down your throat. “You know, Eudora made it through to graduation. She’s a full fledged TIE Pilot now, so did Jarik. But I know for a fact that you would’ve made it.”“Let’s now dwell on that,” you say. “What more do I get from a letter of marque that I don’t already get?”“My protection for one,” she says. You give her a very dismissive look at that. “What? I keep my assets well-protected. And a pretty little bird that let me in on you by the name of Vikker let me know that you’ve had trouble with a certain Selkath.” She leans in, giving you a very stern eye. “By the way, that Selkath is guilty of illegal activities that’d give him the death sentence on my system.”You sigh. “Look.” You hold out your shot glass. “Give me some of that black ale.”She rolls her eyes. “So thirsty.” She stands up, shaking her head as she sashays on over to the cabinet.[1/2]
>>43154485[2/2]--Lotte was now completely passed out. The two of you spent hours reminiscing about your days in the Academy. It almost hurt remembering those good days. All that time Lotte was just enjoying herself even though she knew she’d never graduate and become a pilot, you can’t imagine how she did that. But as for you being expelled, well that was a different story entirely. You shut out the lights, very quietly as she lay asleep, her head squarely on her desk.“R5.” R5 rolls in, spinning his head to you as you take another drink of black ale. Truth be told, you may be a little drunk. “Letter of marque.” You hold it up to him, smiling. “What do you think?”“Anything that gets money into your pockets, right?” he says. “Why are you even asking me? I am an astromech droid with no concept of value besides what you value.”You sigh. This is what you get for colluding with droids. You flip through some of her papers. Available ships for you include a couple of Lambda shuttles, a Ye-4 gunship, more TIE Scouts… She’s even willing to give you an Eta-2? Those things are a dream to fly, except for the fact that everyone would think you’re a Jedi and shoot you down. Hmph. You stand up. “They’re just sitting in the hangars, waiting for me.”“And the letter of marque?” he asks.“Well…”> Leave it, you got a ship to take.> Take it, you could use the cash.> Other
>>43154505> Take it, you could use the cash.
>>43154505>Take it, you could use the cash.
>>43154505>Take it, you could use the cash.we can always back out later if it turns to shit. And if it's some legally binding contract it's not like we're exactly a law abiding citizen this days anyways.
>>43154505>Take it, you could use the cash.We're going big
Tell her to accept only if she can pull us a top-of-the-line Interceptor. Got to rep the best by flying the best.
>>43154505>> Take it, you could use the cash.I still think we should just take one of the Lambda shuttles. The gunship is a bit too much of a monster I'd say, and while an Eta-2 would be nice, the thing really limits our capability to being a space pirate ace and not a smuggler/bounty hunter.
>>43154896Lambda's are gay as fuck dude, it'd be like rolling up in a Buick.
> Take it, you could use the cash.You take the letter, then stuff it in your jacket. “Ah, well. I could use some spare cash.” You pat R5 on the head, and he spins his head to face the completely passed out Lotte. “And besides, maybe she’ll get us a new kind of ship, R5. One that isn’t a total piece of crud like our old TIE Scout.”“I thought you liked that TIE Scout.”“I did, until I saw the alternatives,” you say. You hold out the list for him. “Check it out.”“All adequate replacements, sir.” He turns around for the door. “Well, we should be leaving, sir. It is getting late.”“Yeah, you’re right.” You walk over to Lotte, then gently pat her on the head. “… hold on, R5. I’ll catch up. Go find me a good bar, alright?” He rolls away without you. Hm, does she have any pens here?--Lotte wakes up, grumbling. That black ale is hell on her head but heaven on her tongue. The world is a huge mass of color that barely makes sense. She guesses she slept on her desk. Once she regains her vision and the headache stops being so headsplittingly painful, she realizes there’s a note on her desk. She picks it up and reads it.I Accept- RhysHehe. Excellent.The door to her office, opens. “My lady, there’s-“ Her adjutant pauses, surprised.“Yes?” asks Lotte. He coughs a bit, chuckling. “… what?” He points to his eyes, trying to suppress a smile. She quirks her brow, then picks up a mirror out of her desk. What could be laughing at.Oh. He’s laughing at the markings on her face. Her eyes have been drawn around to resemble the front profile of a TIE Bomber, with “Dupe” written on her forehead.She slams her fists on the desk. Rhys had gotten her with that old prank from back at the Academy again. She looks up at her adjutant, now completely silenced. "Prepare my bath." He nods, leaving. She turns her chair around, and admires herself further in the mirror.She has to admit. It was pretty funny.
>>43155032https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TouCl6yp13AThat's it for Star Wars: Fortune Hunter Quest. Let me know if you want to see more of this because it was actually pretty fun running this. Hopefully there's more in the future. Will be back this weekend hopefully.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/See you next time.
>>43155090It was a good run, Schteel--kinda slow, but alright. Hope you run more of this in the future for more Imperial intrigue and space combat and possible Mandalorian waifus.
I liked it, consider making this a proper quest.
>>43155090thanks boss, it's good
>>43155090it was good