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>>43237091
[2/3]

“So?” The Gamorrean grinned toothily, some drool hanging out of the corner of his lips. Good gracious, learn some table manners, filthy Abo. “Real?”

You hand it back to him. “Not real, buddy. Sorry.” One of the bounty hunters raised his arms into the air, cheering. He just became five thousand credits richer. “Maybe next time.” You place it into his hand. He angrily shoves past his buddies, who all follow after him, muttering about having been ripped off. “Bounty hunters.” You raise your mug a bit, then take a sip.

“Guessing you don’t need their kinda scum,” says Vikker.

“Not since I started working for the Empire I don’t.” You place your mug back down. “New ship, new droid, it’s an absolute dream and an absolute nightmare at the same time.”

Vikker crosses his arms, shaking his head. “I should never have given you that job.” You quirk your brow. “You realize that once the Rebels find out you’re working for them, they’re going to drop a price on your head. Mon Mothma in particular is loaded, she could have Boba Fett on your tail within the week if she wanted.”

“Feh.” You wave it off. “I’m not important enough to have Boba Fett blast me in some dark alley.”

“Even so.” He leans, looking you in the eye. “This is dangerous business, Rhys.”

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>>43237123
[3/3]

“Relax.” You smirk a little. “You’re the one always sending me on suicide missions, suddenly working for the Empire is too much?”

“They’re not suicide missions, not by your standards,” he grumbles. A bit of pause as he gathers himself. Vikker’s not a fan of the Empire, and you don’t blame him either. It’s not like the Empire has much love for aliens, at least ones that they can’t make house slaves out of. “So. This new ship Lotte got you, it good?”

“Better than that old TIE Scout. I’ll show you later, we’ll get a few drinks in us first though.” Vikker nods, waving over a waitress. The two of you order up a few more drinks for the night.

“So, get a new job yet?” asks Vikker.

“Well…”

> “I was waiting for Lotte to call.”
> “I was thinking of tracking down a bounty.”
> “Maybe I could haul some stuff, easy money.”
> Other

>>43237146
> “Maybe I could haul some stuff, easy money.”

Was not aware you had this quest, Schteel. I'm catching up when I'm not playing the Street Fighter 5 beta.

>>43237146
> “Maybe I could haul some stuff, easy money.”
>"While I do that I can keep an ear to the ground look at the bounty lists, plan things out abit, break the ship in as well . Why, do you have something for me?"

>>43237146
>> “Maybe I could haul some stuff, easy money.”
>>43237440
this

>>43237146
>> “Maybe I could haul some stuff, easy money.”

> “Maybe I could haul some stuff, easy money.”

“I was thinking I’d haul some stuff before Lotte calls,” you say. “Easy stuff. Otherwise I keep my ear to the ground, see what’s available. You don’t get rich by standing around after all.” You stand up, taking your mug of ale with you. “Unless you had something in mind, Vikker?”

He holds up his hands. “Hey, I’m not your agent anymore.”

“No, but you are still my good friend.” You give him a click of the teeth and a snap of the finger. If he had human eyes he’d be rolling them. “Stick around. I’ll be right back.” He nods. You walk up to the bar, and gently shove a very drunk Imperial Officer and some of his Stormtrooper buddies out of the way. “Hey, Deela!” The Twi’Lek barista walks over to you. Deela’s been your faithful bartender since you first laid on eyes on this place. She certainly is quite easy on the eyes too. Would probably explain why this place is so popular with Imperials. “Anybody around here that needs something moved?”

She points down the bar, to an old grizzly looking man buried in drink. “That guy told me he needed transport off world. See to him?” You nod. Alright, simple taxi job, nothing too big.

“Hey, gramps!” you shout. He flinches, looking around. “Yes, you.” You point to him, waving him over to your table. He steps off his stool, then stumbles around, obviously wasted beyond belief. He’s wearing an old brown jacket, loose pants, heavy military boots, and an old hat with a brim shading his eyes. “I hear you need transport off world, I could be your guy.” You sit down next to Vikker, offering him a seat. He nods, grumbling as he waves over his broken looking but still functioning R2 unit.

[1/2]

>>43237951
[2/2]


“Yeah, yeah, I c…” He gags a bit, coughing. “S-… sorry, you got a drink for me?” You gently slide over a bottle of black ale. “Thanks, son.” He takes it, then uncorks and immediately takes a huge swig of the entire bottle. “Aaaahh!” He slams it down. “Gotta tell ya, son. I mean, when you drink as much as I do, you find yourself without a ship and without a crew that cares and in with all of these spoiled brats!” He turns a few heads of some Stormtroopers. “Yeah, whatever…”

Vikker narrows his eyes. “You a clone trooper?”

“Yeah, erm.” He offers his hand. “CT-12/1811, my uh brothers used to call me Fryer, cuz I uh…” He smirked. “I liked to fry clankers. You know so…” Your stares don’t give him any comfort. “Me and my droid here.” He pats his R2 unit, which gently beeps. “We need transport off the system, I don’t care where, maybe some place gentle like uh… some place I can retire and drink in peace and stop thinking about-… stuff!” He wipes his mouth, his wrist becoming wet with alcohol. “That’d… that’d be great.”

“You got the credits?” you ask. He blinks, trying to think on it. “Listen, gramps, we don’t run a charity here. I need money.”

“I c- can get you, credits!” he grins. “Don’t you worry, I know wh-“ His R2 unit zaps him. “Ow! You little-“ He stops, looking to you. He quickly clears his throat. “Tell you what. How about we discuss payment on the way to your ship?” He leans in. “It’s a fast ship, right?”

> “Fine. Come on.”
> “I’m not in the mood for games, what’s your story, Clone?”
> “Get out of here. I can make credits elsewhere.”
> Other

>>43237977
> “I’m not in the mood for games, what’s your story, Clone?”

>>43237977
>> “I’m not in the mood for games, what’s your story, Clone?

>>43237977
> “I’m not in the mood for games, what’s your story, Clone?”

> “I’m not in the mood for games, what’s your story, Clone?”

“Listen, Clone. I don’t do mystery flights so I’m going to ask you very nicely.” You lean in, looking him dead in the eye. The unfocused gaze he gives you indicates that he’s still drunk out of his mind. But at the same time, the look you and Vikker give him instills a bit of fear in him. Hmph, Clone Troopers, think they know everything. “What’s your story?”

He grumbles, taking another deep drink of black ale. “Well… I shouldn’t tell you this.” He looks over to his R2 unit. “I mean, this thing is keeping most of what the story is.”

“I’ll cut that tin can open if I have to,” you say. His R2 squeaks frightfully. “Come on, tell us.”

“Alright.” He takes one last drink. “Hold on, I need to get drunk first.” He’s not drunk now? He uncorks another bottle then quickly takes another drink. You look over at Vikker. The silent look you’re giving him is enough to tell him that he’s paying for all of this. “Alright.” He slams down the now empty bottle. “It’s uh… it’s the end of the Clone Wars. Me and my unit are some of the best airborne troopers in the Galaxy. Clankers in the Outer Rim tremble at us. Our Jedi Commander was a brilliant man, very generous and kindhearted but he fought like a fury I tell you.”

You nod. “Go on.”

“Right, so. One day, he finds out that the Senate has not put into place any means to compensate us Clones after the war. Which is absolute Bantha fodder!” He slams his fist on the table. “Me and my brothers died in the millions to give you all a little bit of freedom and peace!” You hold up your hand, stopping him. “A… alright um. Well, the Commander disagreed with this notion so what we did, well… we were on our last planet. We were raiding the Capital City and inside a vault, we saw it. Aurodium.”

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>>43238605
[2/2]

Vikker leans in, now suddenly interested. “How much?”

“Enough to buy Coruscant twice,” he growls, happily. “Our Commander decided our fight was to be compensated by the spoils of war, it wasn’t like the inhabitants would miss that much money anyway, they got liberated so we hauled as much of that Aurodium onto an Acclamator and then hid it away for when the war ended.” He sighs, now suddenly glum. “And it did end. But not the way I wanted to end.” He shakes his head, groaning, holding his head. “Oh…”

“You’re saying there’s a ship out there, worth possibly billions, and you know where it is?” you ask.

“No, no, we… look. It was just my squad that knew. The crew of that Acclamator were told something else, I don’t know what Jedi told them to make them give up an entire ship but-! Oh, force, look. There were twenty of us, now there’s only about… five?” You squint a bit. “And all five of us know where the ship is in pieces.”

“How come you don’t have this so-called treasure?” you ask.

He shakes his head, looking down. “It wouldn’t feel right. Not after what I did. I can compensate you with my piece of the location. I don’t know where the others are, but…” He smiles a little. “It’s a start?”

Vikker looks at you. “You have to take this job.”

> “No way, he’s definitely lying.”
> “Fine. You better be right about this.”
> Other

>>43238622
> “Fine. You better be right about this.”

>>43238622
>> “Fine. You better be right about this.”

>>43238622
>> “Fine. You better be right about this.”

>>43238622
> “Fine. You better be right about this.”

>>43238622
>> “Fine. You better be right about this.”

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>>43238622
>"That's bullshit but I believe it."

>>43238622
>“Fine. You better be right about this.”
A good old-fashioned treasure hunt. I like it.

> “Fine. You better be right about this.”

You hold out your hand, and he shakes it vigorously. “Very well. You better be right about this, Clone. I know a place out in the Centrality, very secluded system, nobody will track you out there.”

He grins. “Call me Fryer, come on!”

“No.” His grin drops. “Let’s go. Vikker?”

“Ah, leave me here!” He kicks up his feet. “I got a few more drinks in me and…” The three of you watch a Twi’lek waitress walk by, with a great swagger in her hips and a shake of her breasts. “Other business, private ones.”

“I understand.” You pat Fryer on the back. “Come on, Clone. Let’s go.” The two of you walk out of the cantina.

-

-

You didn’t really like Clones too much. And that was because one was your flight instructor back at the Academy. Nothing was good enough for him. He always gave you slaps on the hand for overdoing a maneuver, or underdoing a maneuver. Everything in his eyes had to be perfect. He claimed that he personally racked up 200 kills, but it’s easy to kill droid Starfighters. Still, Fryer was at least entertaining, if only because he kept walking into things. His R2 unit was almost a mobility scooter for him.

“So, did I ever tell you about the Battle of Umbara?” He walks up next to you again. “Horrific stuff, I tell you.” He takes another swig of a bottle that he snuck out with him. “I lost so many brothers on that dark planet. Some of them weren’t even to Umbarans, now those freaks they knew how to fight. I…” He stops you, taking another sip. “I tell you what! At the end of the day those freaks really gave us a bruise but-

[1/3]

>>43239456
[2/3]

“Listen, Fryer.” You grab him by the arms. “We can’t stop too long. This is Nar Shaddaa, we’re likely to get mugged. Come on.” You motion him on. It was true, it was the Smuggler’s Moon after all. The skyscrapers you walked on stretched on for miles into the sky. The very bottom was nothing more than a black pit. Bright colorful lights advertising droids, slaves, and ships did nothing to brighten how horrible a city this was. He grumbles, rubbing his head. “Keep up.” The street you were walking down was now empty, with high buildings on either side of you, and only two ways out. Forward and backwards. This was an ambush if you ever saw it.

And speaking of ambushes. A pair of women in venerable decorated Mandalorian armor stepped out and blocked your path forward. The three of you stop, then turned around to see another pair of girls block the backwards path. Oh great.

Mandalorians.

“Thief.” Another Mandalorian woman stepped out between the two in front. “Rhys Cykgil. We meet again.” She takes off her helmet, revealing her messy short blonde hair, and scarred face.

Fryer leaned over next to you. “You know these girls?”

“These are the Furies. Pirates, bounty hunters, all women,” you recall.

>>43239456
if only Pong Krell was more thorough

>>43239476
[3/3]

“We have no quarrel with you, Clone, but we want him.” She points her blaster directly at you. The other four Mandos draw their much heavier longarms, ready to fight. “And don’t think you’ll get out of this by challenging me to single combat again.”

You look over at Fryer. “I might have stolen something from them.”

“He stole House Vizsla’s ceremonial Basilisk!” yells one of the girls.

“You what!?” Fryer looks at you, incredulous.

“Oh come on, that thing was useless to them anyway!” you shout. Those old War Droids haven’t functioned for centuries, what good is to them besides behind glass in a museum?

“Enough talk!” She walks over to you. “You’re coming with us! Warmaster Vizsla wants you alive!”

> Charisma: “Come on, dollface, I think you and me can talk this out like civilized people.”
> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”
> Skill: They’re just a bunch of girls, what are they going to do?

>>43239513
>> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”

I really wanted to to do the charisma one but wow would we get killed fast.

>>43239513
> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”

>>43239513
> Charisma: “Come on, dollface, I think you and me can talk this out like civilized people.”

>>43239513
> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”

>>43239513
> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”
But only as a distraction. They already said no more one on one single combats, since we won last time.

>>43239513
>Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”

>>43239513
>> Charisma: “Come on, dollface, I think you and me can talk this out like civilized people.”

>several posts around a minute apart

>>43239513
> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”
None of these seem ideal...

>>43239513
> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”

Rolled 2, 3, 2, 2, 5 = 14 (5d6)

>>43239696
Never tell me the odds

> Intelligence: “You’re really going to take me five on one? How does that reflect on you, young lady?”

“Now, listen here. You’re going to take me five on one?” She nods, stepping up closer to you. You step back. Some sweat falls down the back of your neck. You’re caught in a crossfire here, and it’s likely there is no ideal solution to get you out. Maybe your wits might save you thought. “Come on, dollface, how’s that going to look on you?”

“I am not falling for that trick again,” she says, prodding you with her blaster. She yells in Mando’a, and one of the girls quickly pulls out some cuffs to restrain you.

“You fell for it for the first time.”

“I was young, I was confused, you knew it,” you shoves the barrel of her blaster into your gut, sucking your breath away. “Not going to work.”

“I just think that maybe the oh-so mysterious Warmaster is going to wonder why you brought five sisters here to bring down a simple smuggler like me.” You look down on her. Her face is red with anger and fury, and a little bit of embarrassment. “Did I touch a nerve?”

She calls for the other girl to back off. She does, placing the cuffs back on her belt. She steps back to her other girls, then pulls one of their vibroswords out. She tosses it to your feet, and you quickly pick it up. “You want to fight me one on one, Rhys!?” She pulls out a small canister from her belt. “Then go ahead!” She hits the button, revealing a laser beam of pure blue which cuts into the ground.

Fryer gasps. “It’s a lightsaber!”

… okay, you didn’t plan on a lightsaber. “Um. I’d advise calm, you might hurt yourself with that-“ She sweeps over your head, nearly decapitating you. “Hey! I thought you were trying to take me alive!?”

[1/2]

>>43240015
[2/2]

“Not anymore!” she screams. Again, she tries to slash at you. The other four Mandalorian girls watch, standing guard. She slashes the air, swiping and sweeping the blade erratically. She clearly doesn’t know how to use it. “I killed a Jedi for this lightsaber! What makes you think that you have any chance!?” She steps back, assuming a striking pose. “Come on, I’m ready for you!”

And you respond by pulling out your blaster and blasting her in the arm. “Agh!” she screams, falling over and gripping her arm. The other Mandos look at you surprise. She might have the skill to wield a lightsaber, but only a Jedi has the reflexes to block blaster bolts.

“Come on, Fryer!” You grab him by the arm, and the three of you immediately dash for the hangars.

“Don’t just stand there, after them!” she screams out to her girls.

-

-

You bust through some of the hangar doors. “R5!” you yell. “R5! I need my ship ready to takeoff now!” One of the perks of being a Privateer was being able to buy new fancy equipment like wrist mounted communicators. The hangars were abuzz with people coming in and out of the planet. Ships of all kinds were moving up down left and right like some sort of orderly chaos. And in that chaos you could definitely lose some Mandos in over their head.

“Where’s your ship!?” yells Fryer. His R2 busts into his leg. “Agh! R2!”

“There!” you point down the line to your ship.

It was a…

> Theta-class T-2c Shuttle. Old but definitely reliable.
> Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.
> Lambda-class T-4a shuttle. Just because you like to announce your imperial presence.
> Other

>>43240044
> Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.

swag carrying is important

>>43240044

> Theta-class T-2c Shuttle. Old but definitely reliable.

>>43240044
>> Theta-class T-2c Shuttle. Old but definitely reliable.

>>43240044
>> Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.

We'll need to get some upgrades to help with speed

>>43240044
> Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.

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>>43240044
>Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.
There's something cozy about flying in a fat piece o' shit.

>>43240044
>> Lambda-class T-4a shuttle. Just because you like to announce your imperial presence.
It might keep Imperial Customs from askin too many questions.

>>43240237
>1 square=3 metres

Holy fuck that's enormous.

>>43240044
> Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.

>>43240268
Well, it IS a freighter. It's not going to call itself a capital ship anytime soon, but still.

>>43240044
>Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.

Screw shuttles.

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Theta T-2c for comparison.

>>43240044
>Theta-class T-2c Shuttle. Old but definitely reliable.

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> Barloz-class medium freighter. Big, slow, but sturdy and roomy.

“What a piece of junk!” yells Fryer. “It’s huge! I thought you said you were a pilot not a freighter Captain!” You admit this, a Barloz does not appeal to your strength as a fighter pilot, but it’s strong, big, sturdy, and best of all very roomy. Though, you did modify the loading elevator to be big enough to accommodate a small Starfighter, if you ever get your hands on one. A mothership with a parasite snubfighter so to speak.

“Hey, I’d be happy to leave you behind,” you say. He shuts up immediately. The two of you quickly charge up the boarding ramp to the welcoming gaze of your new retrofitted Tactical Droid, TA-11 or Lev as you like to call him. “Lev, positions.”

“Yes, sir,” he says. “Who is this?” His optics zoom in on Fryer, who is appearing to have a bit of an episode looking at Lev. You could probably understand why but right now you honestly don’t care.

“Long story,” you say. You quickly shove Fryer into one of the passenger cab and then sprint into the cockpit. R5 is already in position ready to take your orders as you sit into the seat. “How’s the hyperdrive?”

“Ready to fire once we leave the atmosphere,” says R5. “Is this an emergency?”

You look through the cockpit window to see the Mandalorian girls. Dollface immediately points to your craft as you take off. They’re too late though, not even their jetpacks can catch up to your freighter. “Yeah, a bit of an emergency,” you say. “Get a message through to Lotte, tell her I’m coming back to the Centrality.” Your ship suddenly rumbles. “What was that?”

Lev pipes up over the radio. “Ion torpedo near miss. A squadron of five Y-Wings has engaged us with Mandalorian colors.”

Ugh, great. As if Mandos were annoying enough with jetpacks. “Alright, stand by,” you say as you grip the controls.

> Lose them in the heat of the city.
> Make a straight shot for orbit.
> Other

>>43240598
> Make a straight shot for orbit.

>>43240598
>> Make a straight shot for orbit.

We're not exactly flying an agile beast here...

>>43240598
>> Lose them in the heat of the city.

We're not going to be fast in this ship but our skill should still help here

>>43240598
> Make a straight shot for orbit.
hey clone can you man a gun?

>>43240598
>Make a straight shot for orbit.
Y-Wings are pretty fat, too.

Make a note to get a fighter for ourselves later.

What happened to that gunship we were offered last thread?

>>43240708
What gunship? There was a whole hangar worth of ships on offer.

>>43240733
I'm just surprised out of all those ships the only ones available were an old shuttle, an imperial shuttle (that would be suicide) and a crummy freighter

>>43240879
We were replacing a TIE Scout. ANY of the presented options was a flat upgrade.

> Make a straight shot for orbit.

“Alright, Lev, watch our backs.”

“I should let you know, sir, I was programmed to be a tactical advisor and operations overseer, not a gunner.”

“Well, that’s something I’ll have to correct.” You push up on the controls, forcing your freighter up into a steep angle. Traffic be damned, you have to get out of here now. The ship rumbles again, then suddenly shakes violently. A pair of Y-Wings fly past you, then immediately drop behind you as gravity takes its toll. One thing you love about atmospheric flight is the fact that everyone seems to forget gravity exists. “Lev, targets, shoot them now!”

“Suppressing,” he calls. Shocking ion bolts fly past your ship. They’re clearly trying to take you alive now. One of them even nails your engines, and you’re suddenly out of power. “R5, direct non-essential power to engines now.”

Your engines blast off to life again, barely. It’s such a pain trying to fight the atmosphere in this slow piece of junk. At least it’s survivable though. When you get back to Centrality, you are getting a starfighter for this.

“Rhys!” Your comm-link roars to life. “Shut off your engines, we have you now! If you surrender, we promise not to kill you!” Yeah, promise to not kill is only as good as their promise to not torture you. And you’ve survived Mandalorian torture, it’s not fun at all.

“Buzz off,” you shut the comm-link off.

[1/2]

>>43241046
[2/2]

Suddenly, an old Republic Venator Star Destroyer pops out of lightspeed right outside of the atmosphere. It’s no longer painted in Republic colors however. It’s painted in the black, blues, and greys of the Mandalorian House Vizsla. R5 looks over, and squeaks immediately in horror.

Fryer steps into the cockpit. “What, what’s happening!?”

“Well…” You point to the Star Destroyer in orbit. “The Mandalorian mothership just found us.” These girls really want you, huh. It was just a droid.

> THE VODE AN <
> Home of the Furies <

“It’s a Republic Attack Cruiser!” Fryer laughs happily. “Oh my, it’s been years!”

“Get back in your room!” you yell. “Lev, I need you to-“ Your computer suddenly pings. Missile lock. Times fifty.

Uh oh.

> Go through the Vode An.
> Swing low, have Lev pick off the missiles before they can reach
> Swing high. It’s a stretch but maybe you can shake the Y-Wings if you crash their formation.
> Other

>>43241068
> Go through the Vode An.

>>43241068
>> Go through the Vode An.

>>43241068
>> Swing low, have Lev pick off the missiles before they can reach

>>43241068
> Go through the Vode An.

If the Imps or the Hutts haven't noticed a Star Destroyer, and aren't pissed off that it's flying above them, they will do soon. Just need to stall them.

>>43241068
>Go through the Vode An.
They need a Star Destroyer and five Y-Wings for one freighter. What a bitch.

>>43241068
>> Go through the Vode An.

>>43241068
> Go through the Vode An.

Fifty missiles? They're not fucking around, that's just a blatant waste of resources

>>43241142
Seriously. You don't just park a Star Destroyer on top of Nar Shaddaa and expect people to not notice.

> Go through the Vode An.

“Right, R5, wipe automatic course plotting, switch over to manual.” You quickly take your free hand and start plotting a new course.

“Sir?” He swivels his head to you. You punch it, full speed. Your ship will not outrun those missiles at any rate, but you might be able to find a better use for them. “Sir. You are plotting a course directly into the ship.”

“I know,” you say.

Fryer yells a loud rebel yell. “Waaaahooo! Let’s do this!” You find an open hangar bay. There’s your window. You speed right past the forcefield. The cluster of concussion missiles behind you speed on by as well, with a few impacting on the side of the ship. Surface damage, nothing too bad. What you’re doing right now though is worse, enough to get you expelled from the Academy even. You pull full stop and again accelerate into a turn. The top hangar doors are shut, but are now opening to give room. Inside the hangar of the Vode An are dozens of Y-Wings, Spearheads, and other stolen fightercraft. This war party of Mandos are equipped to invade a planet!

And this is just the girls!

The sudden shift in direction manages to confuse the tracking on the concussion missiles. Some fly right into parked fighters or into internal systems of the hangar. But the ones hanging back manage to track you. There’s only at least a dozen left. Mandalorian soldiers run for cover as the missiles keep on destroying their internal systems inside the hangar. More fighters and bombers blow up. You can feel the bottom of the craft scraping against the floor of the hangar.

“Sir, temperature levels on the bottom of the ship are critical,” says R5.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t care,” you say. So your ship might burst into flames, it’s better than being blown up. “Charge up the hyperdrive.”

“Rhys!” Your comm-link comes alive again. “You fool! You’re destroying our ship!”

“No, you are, I’m just trying to get away,” you say. The top is now completely open to space. Excellent. “Now if you excuse me.”

>>43241527
[2/2]

“Rhys!” she screams over the comms before her transmission is cut off. Lev snipes the last of the missiles pursuing you as you pull up. The Vode An is now in flames below you, as it tries to escape out of Nar Shaddaa’s atmosphere.

As for you, you’ve gotten off scot free again.

-

-

You and Fryer step onto the hard floors of Cadma Prime’s only space port. “Ha!” Fryer shakes his fists. “That was the most excited I’ve been in nearly twenty years!” he yells. “You-“ He pats your shoulder, grinning. “You my friend are amazing! If we had more pilots like you in the Clone Wars, it would’ve ended a lot sooner!”

“You flatter me,” you say, crossing your arms. “But the uh… deal?”

“Oh, right.” His grins drop a little, a bit disappointed. He bends over to his R2 droid, who drops a holodisk into his hands. He puts it into your own. “There you go. It contains a fifth of the star coordinates of the location of the RAS Bailoff. As for my friends well… um. I’m not sure where you might find them, they’re probably all over the Outer Rim!” You look past him to see Lotte and a pair of Stormtroopers behind her. She quirks her brow, wondering why you’re talking to a Clone. “And heck, if you’re smart, maybe you can deduce it yourself. But uh…” He points his thumb back. “I’m just gonna head to the Cantina and get sloshed.” He pats his R2 on the head, and the two leave.

Lotte walks up to you, smirking a bit. “Aw, did you finally get past your hatred of clones?” She looks up at your ship, then immediately her face turns into one of horror. “What have you done with your ship!? It looks like got put on a grill!”

“Long story,” you say, shoving the holodisk into your pocket.

“Eh?” She looks at your pocket. “What was that?” She points to your pocket.

Uh.

> “Nothing.”
> “It’s coordinates to a treasure, sort of.”
> Other

>>43241550
> “It’s coordinates to a treasure, sort of.”

Just a hunch I am following, I'm not expecting anything from it but I'll be sure to let you know.

>>43241550
>> Other
"I'm just happy to see you."

>>43241550
>>43241580
this

>>43241580
>>43241550
very this

>>43241550
> Other
>"My payment.Drunkard payed me with his credit account info.

>>43241580
I can't pass up this line.

Man, why do Mando's always have to be stone-cold and sexy as hell?

>>43241550
>>43241580
This

>>43241742
Go home Traviss.

>>43241550
>>43241580

Woke up from a nap, i kind of want a attack crusier now, and start our own company filled with fighters...

> Other

“Happy to see you too, Lotte.” You place your hands on your hips.

“Aww!” She bends over, coyly. “You missed me!” She walks over to you, then pinches your cheeks, showing off to her Stormtroopers. “Look at that, troopers, see, I’m as lovable and adorable as I look!” The Stormtroopers continue to stare at you, unamused. She giggles a little, letting go of you. “Anyway, so what’s the story on those scorch marks?” Ah, good, she’s not prodding you.

“I had a run in with some old friends, the Furies.”

“Them?” Lotte squints a little, confusedly. “Don’t they like uh…” She holds up two fingers on each hand, then motions them together in a scissoring motion.

“No. I’ve had experience, they don’t,” you say. Quite the experience it was. “Tried to get me alive for stealing their House’s old Basilisk, that’s another story I can let you in on another time. Was there a reason you needed to see me?”

She shrugs a little. “I just wanted to know what you were doing back in my port. I thought you said you’d be out in the Outer Rim for some time. Guess you were just transporting that old Clone?” You nod. “Ugh.” She shakes her head. “As if I need dirty old Clones that think they know better just because they actually fought with Jedi.” She spits into the ground, obviously scornful of them as much as you are. “Anyway, I’m guessing the ship and Warrant Officer Lev are okay?” It was interesting that Lev held a position of power in the Empire’s hierarchy. But then you remembered that the Centrality is not a place that gets a lot of attention logistically speaking. Of course Lotte would have to rely on an old Tactical droid to be her advisor.

[1/2]

>>43241965
[2/2]

“Yeah,” you say. “You want to get some drinks though, I imagine-“

She holds up her hand, smiling. “Unfortunately, my presence is demanded on Kashyyk.” She grins. “I’m going Wookiee hunting!” She clasps her hands together, grinning wildly. “I’m gonna get myself a new fur coat out of one of those pelts!” She motions her Stormtroopers to follow her. “But listen, before I go. Is there anything you need from me?” She smirks a little, quirking her brow. “Besides me of course.”

> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”
> “Some credits and maybe a crew for my freighter would be nice. A living crew.”
> “Nope, we’re good.”
> Other

>>43241989
> “Some credits and maybe a crew for my freighter would be nice. A living crew.”

>>43241989
>> “Nope, we’re good.”
Let's not get even more indebted.

>>43241965
>then pinches your cheeks

the face cheeks?

>>43242050
The face cheeks

>>43241989
> “Some credits and maybe a crew for my freighter would be nice. A living crew.”

>>43241989
>> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”

>>43241989
>“We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”
"Unless you want to see me pull Aileron rolls in that fat bastard."

>>43242006
>>43242076
Why a crew of loyal imperial men, especially if their stormtroopers....

I rather get a starfighter.

>>43241989
> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”

>>43242097
Plus, the last freebooter we worked with tried to backstab us and take a holocron to sell to Jabba. Let's keep a lean operation for right now. Our "crew" will inevitably expand as our needs grow (like a technician/engineer for our freighter and fighter).

>>43242217
>Venator Star Destroyer
Indeed, though i kind of like the idea of what those Mandoloreaon girls had. I want my own old Assault Cruiser filled with a bunch of new and outdated fighters.

>>43242235
We're not getting our own Star Destroyer, as much as you want one.

>>43242259
Why not? or at least a bigger freighter to put one or more star fighters in.

>>43242290
We're ONE smuggler -- sorry, privateer. We're not keeping a fleet of fighters in our tugboat.

>>43241989
> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”

>>43241989
>> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”

> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”

“We need to talk about backing up my freighter with a Starfighter.”

She walks up to you, a little annoyed. “Now, Rhys. I said you could have one ship on me.” She throws her arms towards your Barloz. “This is a ship! And come on, you’re the best damn pilot this side of the Galaxy! Not even Vader has anything on you.”

“Look. I just need something to back up the old thing, okay?” you say.

She sighs, scratching her chin. “Well, you’re not getting one out of my hangar.” You roll your eyes. “Just saying. Look, there’s a Toydarian in town that you can talk to. Get yourself a junker or goodness an Ugly.” You cross your arms. “Okay? Okay.” She pats you on the chest, grinning now. “Don’t be a stranger, Rhys!” She snaps your fingers, clicking her teeth. “Right, see you, you scoundrel you!” And with that, Lotte leaves.

Lev steps up next to you. “Is our next step to acquire a Starfighter?” Now that you think about, there might have been a more practical reason for Lotte putting Lev onboard with you. Maybe he’s only really here to track your movements, and report back to Lotte about what you’re doing. The minute you decide to collude with rebels, Lotte will probably know. You should try to remain alert around Lev, as helpful as he is.

> “Yeah. Let’s go see that Toydarian.”
> “No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”
> Other

>>43241989
> “We need to talk about getting me a Starfighter.”
Preferably something with a hyperdrive and shields...

>>43242488
>“No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”
Toydarians can wait.

>>43242488
> “No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”
We aren't exactly in a strong bargaining position, and I'm not too keen on getting a junked star fighter. This is a better use of our time.

Maybe ask Lev to start repairs on the ol' gal?

>>43242488
> “No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”
Better to have hard credits to buy a fighter and/or other upgrades and crew, than penniless desire.

>>43242488
> “No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”

>>43242488
>> “Yeah. Let’s go see that Toydarian.”
I want to see what they have.

>>43242597
After all the reason we brought up a fighter with her is we were hoping she'd give us one, even if it involved a minor favor. Just buying one is always something we've been capable of doing.

>>43242488
>“Yeah. Let’s go see that Toydarian.”

>>43242488
>> “Yeah. Let’s go see that Toydarian.”

>>43242488
>“No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”

>>43242488
Let's talk to Mr Toydarian hope for an A wing settle for an ugly

>>43242921
A Delta-7 would be cool

> “No. I’m gonna analyze these coordinates, see what I can find out.”

“I’m gonna stay home, analyze the coordinates on this disk.” You tap Lev on his chestplate, surprising him. “But you, I want you to pay a visit to that Toydarian, see what’s in budget for about… 10,000 creds?”

“Understood, sir.” He starts walking away.

“And hey, don’t be afraid to go over about maybe a thousand overbudget!” you yell after him. You walk up the boarding ramp. R5 is already coming down to enact repairs on the bottom of the ship. After taking a look at it, Lotte was right, you really did cook the bottom of the old ship. You should try not to do that again or you’ll make a pancake out of this thing.

-

-

Vikker is on call over the holopad. “So what have you discerned from his piece of the coordinates?”

“Somewhere in the western reaches of the Outer Rim,” you say. “Narrows it down at least but there’s almost nothing out there. Just dead space and lots and lots of empty planets and dead stars. Between Shiritoku Way and the Entralla Route, there’s a lot of places that old Assault Ship could be in. Do you have anything on Fryer, his old unit? Can we track any of them down, Vikker?”

“I got people in the Imperial Archives working on it. Did you get Fryer’s unit?”

“Says he was Clone Airborne, they weren’t too many of them, so it narrows it down. Says he fought at Umbara too.” You have to admit, you really don’t believe a lot of the stories that come out of Umbara. But if it helps you get closer to the treasure, well, maybe you have to start. “That help narrow it down?”

“Significantly,” he says. “We might be able to track down the remaining four Clones, I’ll send some bounty hunters to get the other discs, we’re in the money.”

You cross your arms. “Who’s to say I’m giving you any money?” You smirk a little.

[1/2]

>>43243139
[2/2]

“It’s either me or lose all of it to the Empire,” he says. Fair point. You suppose that’s why you didn’t tell Lotte about it. As nice as Lotte as and as good as she is a friend, she’d definitely turn all that money over to the Empire and leave you with nothing. To Lotte, the Empire came first. You sigh, you really wish it wasn’t like that.

Your holopad beeps. “Hold on.” He nods, and you quickly switch over to Lev. “Lev?”

“Sir. I have tracked down a small fighter capable of fitting within the Barloz’s cargo bay. It is an R-22 Spearhead, in relatively good condition.” The Spearhead is shown off besides him. “The Toydarian is offering it at 11,000 credits.”

You narrow your eyes. It’s a little overbudget but…

> Keep looking. A little cheaper please.
> We’ll settle for that.
> Other

>>43243159
>> We’ll settle for that.

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>>43243159
>R-22 Spearhead
The precursor to the A-Wing. Not bad. I'll defer my opinion to the others.

>>43243159
> We’ll settle for that.

>>43243159
> We’ll settle for that.
Not too bad, considering the price and the fact that we're in the ass end of the galaxy...

>>43243159
>Others.

Ask for the other options.

Guys let's see what else he has to offer first and go back to the R-22/

>>43243159
>> We’ll settle for that.

>>43243306
But shouldn't we look at the other possible designs?

Don't get me wrong it's a nice ship, however, i do want to see what else he had.

>>43243159
> We’ll settle for that.
While I was hesitant because I figured the ship would be a ruster with poor performance, this is nice enough. Not a terrible thing to overextend the budget a bit, especially as we're pursuing a great payday. Worst comes to worst we can borrow a little from vikker if we run out of funds. He wants us to drag that treasure back to him after all and to be the fence for it. Don't get me wrong he'll take a disproportionate cut from us for a a loan, but it is the best option.

>>43243159
I wanted a "old lady" but.

> We’ll settle for that.

>>43243344
Toydarians are professional shit-heel hagglers. I get the feeling that if we waffle on this and look at other things, the price may go up the next time we see it. Besides, it's the step before what will become the modern A-wing, and that's perfectly good. Keep in mind that as an interceptor, an A-wing could legit knifefight a TIE Fighter, so considering our skills, I think we're going to get a lot of mileage out of this bad boy.

>>43243428
I guess, I just feel iffy about the A-wing design. Good ship but I feel suffers the same problems as Tie Fighters, horrible shields.

>>43243159
>Keep looking, in that price range.

>>43243159
Hey already placed my vote, but is this the 2 seater version? Also if we dump credits into upgrading this baby I'm sure it could easily out perform an A wing as it was the test bed for it and had nearly identical properties.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/R-22_Spearhead

>>43243487
The only thing the Spearhead is really missing compared to the modern A-wing is its jamming system. Otherwise, it's basically an A-wing.

>>43243487
One seater, though it can eventually be modified to have two seats if you wish.

I wanted a starviper, but with the amount we have, it inlikely we will find one.

>>43243464
No, the standard tie fighter suffers from a no shield problem hahaha. On one hand we're a hotshit high maneuver kinda pilot, and on the other shielding is very important. A big factor would be the upgradability, which while costing dosh I imagine would be significant. Also if its the two seater version a passenger would be rad. Oh and this baby has concussion missiles! Still with you on seeing all the choices though.

>>43243526
>unlikely

> We’ll settle for that.

“I guess we can settle for that, Lev. What were the other options?”

“Uglies. Unfortunately none of them could fit in the cargo bay. There is an N-1 here but it is an antique going for 30,000 credits.” Yikes. As beautiful as an N-1 is, it is NOT worth 30,000 credits. “I will have the credits transferred to him, and the R-22 brought to you within two hours, sir.”

“Thanks, Lev.” You switch him off, going back to Vikker. “Where were we?”

“Have you found out anything else about where the Acclamator might be? Anything significant?” he asks.

“Nope. Fryer was pretty quiet, and unfortunately I don’t think I’ll get much more out of him. Bit of a drunk after all. Plus, you know I hate Clones.” You lean back a bit, rolling up your sleeves. “Anyway, I’ve bought myself a new Starfighter so I should be good. But I don’t suppose you got any more jobs for me?”

He scratches his chin. “Ah well, there’s a bounty here that seems to be of your caliber.” He picks up his holobook, reading through it. “Yes, let’s see… Wanted: Unknown Human Male, approximately early 20s, average build, five feet ten in height with brown short hair and beard. He looks up at you. “Now you’re going to like this, I did digging into this guy. Apparently he could be a jedi.”

“A jedi?” You lean in. “Really? He’d be too young to have been trained.” Vikker tilts his head, allowing you to continue your deduction. “Just saying, if he were a Jedi, I think he’d do a better job of blending in and not getting bounties posted on his head. What’s the bounty for?”

[1/2]

>>43243798
[2/2]

“No reason given, but I assume some good Samaritan saw him pulling one of his mind trick acts on a couple of thugs and assumed the worst. He’s out on Kashyyyk now if you’re willing to hunt him down, see if he’s real. He’s working with the Czerka Corporation in dealing with the Wookiee population.” And he clicks his tusks. “But speaking of bounties. There’s another thing.” He holds up his holobook. On that page is your face, your description, and your price.

50,000 credits.

“… I’m worth 50,000 credits?” you ask.

“I told you,” he says. “You’re more important than you think Rhys. Very few people have your skillset. The rebels can’t have you, no one can. That price is dead by the way, alive is double.”

You smirk. “Think we can pull the old one-two again, Vikker?”

“I’d rather not,” he says. “But you better do something about this bounty before half the Bounty Hunters in the galaxy come down on you.”

You sigh, thinking on it.

> “Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”
> “I better go into hiding, that bounty has to wear off some time, right?”
> “Look, you and me can stand to make a hundred thousand credits, Vikker. We just have to be smart.”
> Other

>>43243814
>“I better go into hiding, that bounty has to wear off some time, right?”
>Other: Warn Lotte there might be a Jedi on Kashyyk
The Acclamator is far too important to get distracted.
Though we should probably warn Lotte that her vacation safari might be more than she originally thought.

>>43243814
>>43243859
This

>>43243814
>“Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”

>>43243814
> “I better go into hiding, that bounty has to wear off some time, right?”
And what better place to stay off the radar than the systems we suspect the Acclamator could be. Kashyyyk with all the shit going down there, and you know who going full Kilgore over there, seems a lethal work environment, and that's before tangling with a force sensitive. And trying to heist our bounty just seems suicidal, and a way to get us even more heat from the rebels.

>>43243814

> “Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”

Bounties never die

>>43243859
>>43243871
Is this an official imperial bounty, because in that case she'll definitely know anyway. Matter of fact on kashyyk there's probably an imperial inquisitor, not a good time, even if technically on the same side.

>>43243814
Kinda wanna hunt jedi with Lotte.

> “Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”
>Other: Warn Lotte there might be a Jedi on Kashyyk

>>43243814
>“Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”

>>43243859
We can't really go into hiding if we'll be taking orders from Lotte at some point.

>>43243814
> “Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”
Between the whole massive forest thing and the imperial presence, we shouldn't have much to worry about.

>>43243904
>>43243859
"Never tell me the odds"

>>43243973
Would be cool to offer Lotte a ride to Kashyyk you know just to put things, tell old stories etc...

>>43244035
Pretty sure she's already left, and we still need to get Ol' Wideload repaired.

>>43243960
Seconding this.

>>43244118
Oh, well i'm sure it won't be awkward if we sundelly show up "huting her tail" i mean the jedi story...

> “Well, first, I’ll head to Kashyyyk, see if our Jedi is really a Jedi.”

“Well, hey, it’s just a bounty. So what?” you say. Honestly, you can handle a bunch of farmers with old scrappy fighters and junker cruisers. That’s what they taught you back in the Academy. It’s not like the rebels will be able to muster any serious bounty hunters on you. The 50,000 on your head will most likely attract amateurs looking to make big credits, but you can handle that fine. “Plan now is to head to Kashyyyk, maybe make a little money on this bounty. Maybe run into Lotte. Who knows?”

“Interesting idea,” he says. “But I suppose I understand. You’ll want to take a long scenic route though, I gather bounty hunters will be on your tail the minute you leave Centrality.”

“Right.” You plant your tongue in your cheek, thinking. The bounty for a Jedi would give you a lot of spending cash to mod your new ships. And the lightsaber? Oh baby, you won’t even need that Acclamator. “How about I meet you there, though, Vikker? It’ll be nice to have a helping hand on board with me.”

“Sure. I’ll bring the old girl over, maybe get a posse together. You never know when you’re dealing with Jedi.”

“Hey, he’s not a Jedi until I say he is,” you state. Vikker holds up his hands defensively, acknowledging your obviously superior intellect, that wise guy. “I’ll meet you there, Vikker, try not to wait too long for me.”

“Stay safe, Rhys.” The holopad deactivates, the call ending. You kick your feet up onto the table of the common room. The Rebels are now onto you. There’s a possible Jedi lurking on Kashyyyk in the ranks of Czerka Corps, and there’s a treasure to be found. What a start to the year. You shake your head, then stand up. You think you hear that R-22 Spearhead coming in to dock.

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>>43243948

>>43244324
[2/2]

Stepping down the boarding ramp, see the R-22 be carted into the hangar bay by a scrappy bunch of pit droids. Lev himself walks up to you to report. The R-22 is painted a very deep red, with white and black highlights. “Sir, I have acquired your new Starfighter. Is there anything else you need of me?”

“Not right, but get yourself ready. We’re going to Kashyyyk once repairs are done,” you say. He nods, moving to the boarding ramp.

“Hey!” You blink, then turn around to see a male Twi’lek, with a heavy chestplate, a blaster in his holster, and a very mean look in his eye. He’s backed up by a Trandoshan with an ACP Scatter Gun, and a Devaronian with a blaster already in his hands. “You. You Rhys Cykgil?”

“Who wants to know?” you say. These three mean some serious business.

The Twi’lek bares his teeth, growling. “We just got word of a bounty on your head, a really juicy one. We’re taking you in.”

> Charisma: Bribe them
> Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.
> Skill: Pffft, you don’t need Stormtroopers.

>>43244335
If he ships got a turret just have it blast them.

>>43244335
>Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.
You DO realize you're on Imperial property, right?

>>43244335
>Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.

>>43244335
>> Skill: Pffft, you don’t need Stormtroopers.

>>43244360
Male devaronians have IQ's in the single digits.

Females.. are.. fluffy.

>>43244335
> Skill: Pffft, you don’t need Stormtroopers.

>>43244335
>> Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.

>>43244335
>> Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.

>>43244335
>Skill: Pffft, you don’t need Stormtroopers.

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>>43244335
>> Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.

Those are some really dum bounties.

>>43244335
> Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.
Look where you are dumbass! Is this your first time doing this? You literally could have just followed me till the next pitstop and ambushed me there! I swear to... something that they get younger every year. I mean did you bring stunners even? Have evac ready? You back there is the safety still on that? It is! Arrggghh. And that doesn't change the fact your in the middle of a thousand guns. Sigh."

>>43244551
>>43244356
Also this, while Lev is here with us not manning them they don't know that. Bluff the big guns. Though I'm sure Lev has some degree of remote access.

>>43244551
But if we get the stormtroopers to help us, we'll get less of a cut from looting the bounty hunters' corpses and taking their ship.

>>43244618

>implying we're not adding these rookie bounty hunters to our crew
>implying they don't grow to professional competency under our hand
>implying they won't sacrifice themselves by tossing themselves at Vader when we run afoul of some Imperial bigwigs.

>>43244618
Who cares? These are scrub-a-dub-dub bounty hunters who literally can't tell a dark alley from an Imperial base. There's almost nothing to salvage from them, anyway.

>>43244618
They don't know which ship (there might not be a ship, these bounty hunters don't seem to have much experience), we just have to get there first and play dumb. They didn't mention one after all, why report one? Besides its probably against regs to loot their bodies, while we can "investigate" them with no problem, especially as lotte's agent.

>>43244666
Yeah... these guys arn't getting good any time in a millennium.

>>43244690
And if they did have a ship, it'll get repo'd if no one claims it.

>>43244670
Two blasters, a scatter gun, and whatever credits they've got on their bodies.

>>43244713
Let the troppers with the credits we keep the blasters. Not like we want credits from pleb bounties. And it will keep the troops happy with us.

> Intelligence: Signal some Stormtroopers for help.

You look over at a squad of Stormtroopers, hanging out around the entrance to the port. You wave them over, and they nod coming over to you. “Listen guys. You must be rookies so let me very quickly let you in on why you won’t win this.” Another squad of Stormtroopers come around your ship, their white armor glistening in Cadma Prime’s sun. The Bounty Hunters watch as some twenty odd Stormtroopers come to your aide, surrounding the Bounty Hunters. “I work for the Empire, with all the benefits that implies.”

The Twi’lek hisses. “No wonder the Rebels want you gone.”

“Yeah, no wonder,” you say. “Now listen. I’m feeling generous today and these Stormtroopers probably don’t see a lot of action here. They’d be happy to shake down a trio of greenhorns like you.”

The Bounty Hunters look around, apparently slowly coming aware to the fact that they’re outmatched and outgunned. The Trando looks at you, squinting his yellow lizard eyes. “Okay, you win this round."

The Stormtrooper Sergeant marches up next to you. “You want these idiots arrested?”

“Nah, let them go,” you say. You motion for them to leave, smirking. You’re not hurting them physically. Short of death, people can come back from a lot of wounds. But pride? That’s another thing entirely that people can’t heal. And you’re hurting it today. Probably permanently. The Devaronian is the first to take his blaster and leave, followed by the Trando. The Twi’lek, after glaring at you for a few seconds, finally relents as well.

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>>43245048
[2/2]

The Sergeant grumbles a little. “Bunch of abos think they can walk into our port and pull that?” He pats you on the arm. “Look after yourself, sir.” The Stormtroopers resume their positions, leaving you. You walk over to your new R-22 Spearhead. Quite the distinct coloration to it, but you definitely love it. You pat the cool hull, grinning. A Starfighter that isn’t some crummy TIE Scout. Now you can dogfight with the best of them.

You quickly jog up the boarding ramp then head into the cockpit. Kashyyyk was a mid-rim planet within Imperial Space. There was an inherent risk though with traveling, only the good Bounty Hunters could follow you in there. They were the competent ones, the ones with good ships and good sense of mind. Now that’ll be a challenge.

You start plotting a course for Kashyyyk.

>>43245069
That's it for tonight. Hope you all enjoyed the continuation of Star Wars Fortune Hunter Quest. Tomorrow is Tank Witches of Orussia then day after will be Magical Girl Liberty. Hope to see you all there.

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>>43245100
Thanks for running boss, any reason Lotte hates/loves killing wookies so much?

>>43245100
Thanks for running, boss.

>>43245100
Thanks QM. See you next time.

>>43245124
One of the simulators back in the Academy involved ground attack on Kashyyyk. A lot of Lotte's failures were charged against Wookiee jungle flyers crashing into her TIE.

Beyond that, Wookiee pelts really are warm as fuck.

>>43245171
Welp that makes sense, maybe a bit petty, but yeah warm pelts are warm. I bet she could make a great coat from the juvenile's pelts, softer fur.

>>43245171
she's kind of psychotic isn't she?

>>43245264
She's got a sizable wardrobe already.

>>43245325
It's not that she's particularly psychotic, she just doesn't think of aliens as people.

>>43245343
Why would non-humanoids be people? That's silly.

Any chance we could run into a mad-claw? They were always my favorite part of wookie lore

so how long do you guys think we will last till were on the empires shit list

>>43245429
if we play this right we'll never be on their shit list.

>>43245390
It's Kashyyyk, a lot can happen.

For example, I really wanted a band of Clone Deserters in a Mad Max Turbo Tank to chase down the MC.

>>43245438
your so innocent

>>43245446
How would that have happened? Also I love all the implications you put into this thread, knowing that the Mando's weren't lesbian made me laugh.

>>43245535
I don't know but after watching Star Wars Rebels I really want to make it happen somehow. It'd be like Deliverance except on the dark surface of Kashyyyk.

>>43245555
Rebels is a pretty decent show, I watched season one and was surprised how they handled everything.

>>43245606
It's not got the budget of late season The Clone Wars, but it's certainly got the right mindset behind it. Can't wait for more of it.

>>43245626
I just like how they portray the Empire, not everyone in it is horribly evil, also all the Steve Blum storm troopers is great.

>>43245649
Steve Blum trooper is the new Dee Bradley Baker. But yeah, they've set a lot of good groundwork for Rebels to be a great successor to TCW.

>>43245673
I wish the themes could be a bit more mature, but it is a kids show, and is on disney.

>>43245713
I don't mind having to restrict things for kids. Honestly, I think it'd be a detriment if things got too dark or too complicated, like in Legend of Korra. It's a simple story of a bunch of rebels, it doesn't need to be much else.

>>43245741
True enough, I kinda want an empire show but that's never gonna happen. Gray morality best morality.

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>>43245343

Ohh, so she's a Humanist--not quite xenophobic, but just jingoistic in passion for her race?

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>>43245429

I give it twenty threads, then we run afoul of Lotte by fucking up a really important promotion for her and maybe injuring a Grand Moff in the process.

That's when we get Vader sicced on our asses because an Imperial Inquisitor just isn't enough dakka to toss our way.

>>43246425
She's a genuine believer of the Imperial cause, which is interesting enough considering her Alderaanian upbringing in House Ulgo.

>>43246484
That ought to make the Death Star test fire interesting for her.

>>43246912
Yeah, things will be slightly awkward.

>>43246948
The good side though no more killiks.