>>43373559
[2/3]

“Yes, Master Cykgil.” Lev nods. He immediately picks up R5, and the two begin returning to the ship. You walk over to the Czerka Corp. checkpoint and present your information to him. Mostly forged documents, you dropped a favor from a guy on Bespin to get those. The lazy guard at the checkpoint nods at you, waving you in. He’s backed up by a pair of Stormtroopers as well. By the way they stand and by the green pauldrons they wear, they are clearly not Lotte’s people. They probably won’t go out of their way to help a Privateer like yourself.

You sigh, stepping into the Wookiee village turned Czerka outpost/vacation resort/spaceport. Czerka employees are all around, rushing from place to place. Some are locking up Wookiee slaves into big cages. But they are vastly outnumbered by the amount of tourists, all looking around, happily taking holopictures of the forests of Kashyyyk, with the beautiful beachfront view behind them. This particular village used to be the site of a Clone Wars battle, which helps explain some amount of its popularity.

You sigh, you were supposed to meet Vikker here in the main square. You lean up against a lightpole, crossing your arms. Your DC-17 hand blaster was sitting snug in its holster, with the DL-44 heavy blaster sitting in your jacket, concealed from sight. One’s for threatening, the other’s for following up on threats.

You watch as a Czerka employee prods at a poor Wookiee in a cage with a stunprod. The guy probably doesn’t have anything better to do considering his sadistic smile. A few weary tourists give a few glances his way, but nobody seems content to do anything. That’s the kind of inaction that lets people like you roam. The cage bars were spaced out enough to let the Wookiee’s arms through, and indeed he was trying to fight back. But to no avail.

[2/3]

>>43373567
[3/3]

Until out of a storefront came a man in Mandalorian armor. He was a little busy checking over his hunting blaster. He gave a casual glance at the Czerka Corp employee taunting the Wookiee, then gave a gentle kick to his rear. This shoved him closer to the cage, right into the Wookiee’s strangling hands. He screamed and fought as the Wookiee roared in his face, crushing his neck in his hands. Justice is served you suppose.

He continued on, then glanced in your direction.

Uh oh. “Rhys Cykgil.” He turns around, slinging his blaster rifle and stepping to you. “I know you.” He points to you, stepping closer. You gently rest your hand on your blaster. “Vikker was looking for ya.”

Oh. He nods. “Oh, thanks,” you say. You sigh, relaxing. “He hire you?”

“Not in so many ways. My name’s Kuvasz, I’m a Security Chief here. He alerted me of a potential problem you two were hunting, something Jedi related.” The hustle and bustle of the crowd makes it clear that nobody can hear you two. So you’re free to talk for now. “I’m surprised, not a lot of things get past me.”

You shrug, looking up and down his armor. Painted grey, with navy blue highlights. A pair of blaster pistols were resting in holsters, and a huge vibroblade was resting in a sheathe on his back. This man looks like he hunts. “Well, nobody’s perfect.”

“By the way, you got quite the bounty on your head.”

…

> “Yeah. I do. Want to see why it’s unclaimed?”
> “How about we not talk about that?”
> “Hey, I’m popular.”
> Other

>>43373581
>> “Hey, I’m popular.”

>>43373581
>“Hey, I’m popular.”

>>43373581
>> “Hey, I’m popular.”

>>43373581
>> “Hey, I’m popular.”

Catching up on the thread, think it's possible to take a C90 Corvette?

> “Hey, I’m popular.”

You smirk a little. “What can I say, I’m popular.”

“Ah. Vik warned me you were a bit of a wiseguy. Fair enough.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Tell you what though, drop that schtick around me and I won’t collect on it, deal?” You stare up at him, feeling just a little smaller. But just then, he bursts into loud laughter. “Haha! You should see the skinny look on your face!” He pats your chest. “I’m joking, I’m not a complete nerfherder. Come on, let’s go.” He gently pushes you forward, leading you onto wherever Vikker is.

“So…” You narrow your eyes. Honestly, you don’t like being yanked around like this. Mandos aren’t exactly the most sociable kinds of people, you can understand that, but this is just too much. “You said your name was Kuvasz?”

“Kuvasz Skirata. Czerka hired me to manage security operations here.” He shakes his head, groaning. “Not a very fun post, I’ll tell you that. Working on the Gungan Frontier was better than this.”

“The Gungan Frontier?” you ask. This sounds like a story.

“Yeah. Naboo moon of Ohma-D’un. After the war, I got into contact with some Gungans, manage some animal farm while the Gungans establish a colony there after what happened with the Separatists. The grass was dead, the trees were dying, the water was liable to kill you rather than quench your thirst, and what animals were left were mutated into killing machines that Terentatek would balk at. It was a busy year,” he explains.

You nod. “Hm.”

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>>43374298
[2/2]

“I got more stories if you want them,” he says. “But we are on call right now.” He motions to what looks like a cantina. “Let’s head in.” The minute you step inside the cantina, you’re assaulted by the smell of a scent being covered up. Probably all the Wookiee scat. Still, this Cantina was quite something. You could hear the sizzle of gizka steak being cooked, and at your nose was the lovely smell of meat and fine home cooking. It was certainly crowded, but mostly with tourists and Imperial soldiers on leave. Wookiee bartenders tended to the place, and one of them handed a drink over to Vikker at the bar. “Hey, Aqualish!”

Vikker looks back at you two. “I have a name.” He looks over at you. “Rhys. You made it. Sorry I couldn’t meet you, let’s just say that this Cantina has an eye for…” A togrutan woman walks by, a big swagger to her hips and a flow to her dangerously short skirt. “Alien cultural exchange.”

“I hate to think about what you two exchange in bed,” you mutter. “So where’s the guy?” you ask. You look around. “And where’s the posse, Marshall Vikker?”

Vikker points to Kuvasz, who orders a simple glass of water. “He’s it.” Your glare immediately puts Vikker on the defense. “Hey, Skirata there has killed a Jedi before.” Oh, that is a complete crock of Bantha fodder if you’ve ever heard it. You look over at Skirta, who pulls his helmet off, revealing his gray hair, his sharp features, and very cool grey eyes. Scars mark his face, including slicing right across his nose. Hm, maybe you can believe it. “He knows what’s he doing. And he’s willing to do it for free.”

“Is that so?” you ask Skirata more than Vikker. He looks over at you, taking a sip of his water. “You’ve killed a Jedi?”

[2/3]

>>43374320
[3/3]

“Well.” He shrugs. “It was just a Padawan, but yeah. I did.” He points to you. “That’s a story for another day.”

“Oh trust me, I could probably see you hanging the poor Padawan’s butt up over your fireplace.” He guffaws a little, grinning reluctantly at that joke. “So, are we doing this or not?”

Vikker quickly takes another drink. “Hold on, I need to be drunk for this.” You stare at him, asking why silently. “Hey, it’s not every day you have to hunt a Jedi. This could be my last mortal day in the galaxy before he slices me to bits with a lightsaber! We could be killed!” He looks genuinely scared at his own idea of hunting a potential Jedi.

“Why did you even-“ You stop yourself. No, you’re not going to get into this.

> “Bartender. Give me your strongest drink.”
> “Screw being drunk, come on.”
> Other

>>43374342
>“Screw being drunk, come on.”
A drunk hunter is a sloppy hunter with shiity aim. The last thing you want against a Jedi is shitty aim.

>>43374342
>“Screw being drunk, come on.”
Need our wits about us for this one

>>43374342
>> “Screw being drunk, come on.”

>>43374342
>> “Screw being drunk, come on.”

>>43374342
> “Bartender. Give me your strongest drink.”

Corellian Whiskey

>>43374342
> "I`ll get some blue milk"

> “Screw being drunk, come on.”

“Quit your whining. A drunk hunter is a dead hunter.” You grab him by the collar and drag him off the bar. “Come on!”

“Ah! You bastard!” He doesn’t fight you as you begin dragging him out. But he does reach out for his unfinished drink.

“Hey, Mandoade,” you call out to Kuvasz. He looks over at you, confused at the moniker. “Come on, we’re going hunting.” He shrugs, taking one last sip of his water then pushing off the stool. The three of you walk out, Vikker a little reluctantly. He’d probably try and weasel his way out of it if it weren’t for the big Mando who’d tear off his legs to keep him from running away. That’s something you like about Mandos, they at least aren’t complete cowards.

-

-

You found the mark walking around in a Czerka Corp. uniform. Kuvasz had informed you that the guy was some sort of accountant here on Kashyyyk. He didn’t know him much beyond that. But the way he walked, the way he kept his head up high, he certainly had the flair of a Jedi you suppose. The three of you mostly kept together, but definitely kept your distance as you shadowed him around the village. The Mando might be tough to explain, but a pair of spacers like yourself and Vikker? The two of you blend in nicely.

“Come on, stop it!” A pair of Twi’lek males are harassing a young lovely looking woman. That Czerka uniform was leaving much to the imagination, those breasts, those legs, those hips, those everything. No wonder some Abos are looking to cash in on that. They box her in around the side of a building. She tries to push one away, but he’s too big and strong for that.

“Come on, missy!” The Twi’lek licked his sharp teeth. “We could really make something happen you and me, behind this building!” He took a pinch of her hip, and she immediately flinched and slapped him in the face. “Ah! You little-“

[1/2]

>>43375063
[2/2]

“Hey!” The mark stepped up to them. “What’s going on here?” Brave, confident. You look over to Kuvasz. You can’t tell what it’s like behind that T-Visor on his helmet, maybe he’s scrutinizing, maybe he’s just asleep because he’s an old fart. You look over at Vikker, who is cradling his blaster, shaking a little. You roll your eyes.

“Mind your own business!” yells the other Twi’lek.

The mark scoffed. “How about you mind your own business.” He waved his hand gently.

“How about we mind our own business,” say the Twi’leks.

“How about we forget this happened, and walk away.”

“How about we forget this happened, and walk away.” The Twi’leks seem entranced, repeating everything he says. They immediately walk away out of sight. Kuvasz audibly grimaces beneath his helmet. The mark pats the woman on the shoulder, smiling.

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” The woman smiles at him, even blushing a little. “There’s nothing that the Force can’t handle,” he says in a very low tone. “Of course, maybe if you’re willing to meet with me tomorrow after work…?”

The woman nods. “Sure. Thank you so much, Thom.” She immediately kisses him on the cheek, and hurries off to wherever she needs to be. The mark (now named Thom) starts walking off in the other direction, the same direction as the Twi’leks.

“We got him,” says Vikker. “Let’s bust him!”

> Yeah, you got him in the open.
> No, something’s off. Of course, with the Force, everything’s off.
> Other

>>43375078
>Yeah, you got him in the open.

>>43375078
>No, something’s off. Of course, with the Force, everything’s off.

>>43375078
> Other
> "Just ambush him on his meet tomorrow.Gotta tail the girl,get the location out of her somehow."

>>43375078

> No, something’s off. Of course, with the Force, everything’s off.

Huh, I don't know whether to condone or applaud the Jedi's use of using the force to get some ass.

>>43375234
It's great at parties.

>>43375245
As they say, Force is the best wingman.

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>No, something’s off. Of course, with the Force, everything’s off.

>Mind Trick in broad daylight
>Surprised he's about to get caught

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>>43375234
>>43375245
>>43375254
Hey, with no Jedi Order holding down his game now, he can afford to be a bit bold.

It should be noted that while the old order had problems with deep relationships, apparently one-night stands were perfectly fine.

> No, something’s off. Of course, with the Force, everything’s off.

“Hang on.” You put your hand over Vikker’s chest, keeping him from pouncing. “Something’s funny.”

Kuvasz nods. “The wiseguy’s right. No Jedi I know would ever use a mind trick in the open.” The three of you stand up from behind a crate carrying gizka. “I’ll cut him off. You two follow him. Stay hidden.” The two of you nod, and let Kuvasz go his own way around. You grab Vikker by the arm and start following Thom. The traffic of tourists hides your presence from him quite neatly. And indeed, while you do lose him in the crowd a few times, you manage to find him again. It’s mostly gut feeling though.

Finally, you find him stalking into an alley between two huts. You and Vikker take a peek around to see him and the two Twi’leks from earlier. “Haha! Nice work, fellas!” He slaps the hand of one of the Twi’leks, grinning. “Here’s your cut.” He drops a few credits into their hands. “Mind you, I got another idea.”

“Can we stop with this, Thom?” One of the Twi’leks looks absolutely tired of him. “I’m tired of acting like a Hutt on a runner’s high. I don’t even like human women!”

“Well, I do. Check this out.” says Thom. He pulls on a black gauntlet, then puts his palm over the Twi’leks hand. “Brace yourself.” The Twi’lek stands there, confused. Then immediately, he’s barreled over by some unseen force. “Ha!” The Twi’lek stands up quickly, dusting himself off. “It’s a miniature repulsorlift! Oh in the eyes of normal people, a Force Push.”

“Neato…” says the other Twi’lek.

“Yeah. Unfortunately that was my one use for the gauntlet, I need to figure out a more portable power source,” he says.

[1/2]

>>43375757
[2/2]

“I’m afraid that won’t be necessary.” Kuvasz steps out from around the corner, surprising them. He nods to you and Vikker, who come out as well, armed to the teeth. The three are boxed in, with the only ways out being to either climb the buildings or through you three. “Tailheads, we have no quarrel with you two. Get out of here.” The Twi’leks immediately book it past you two, leaving a very surprised and frightened Thom by himself.

“So, our Jedi is a fraud,” says Vikker.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, hold on!” He points to Vikker, stepping back until his back is against the wall. The three of you advance on him, slowly. “I- I got credits, I got tech, listen, listen, I don’t-“ He starts breathing rapidly, finding very few avenues. “Oh, come on! Guys! Level with me! If anything, I just proved the Jedi are nothing but a bunch of smoke and mirrors! Come on! Right?”

Vikker stops. “That’s actually a good point.”

“The Jedi I’ve fought were not some lowlife magicians,” says Kuvasz. “You insult their memory.”

“Oh, please, don’t kill me! Don’t turn in my bounty! I got a good job here! I don’t deserve this!” He looks over to you, finding you the only one who hasn’t talked thus far. “You, come on! You can understand right?” He walks over to you. “Look, anything you want, anything! I can get you whatever you want, just don’t be hasty, okay!?”

> “Get out of here. You’re not worth our time.”
> “I just wasted my time coming out here. I’m getting a bounty.”
> “I’m listening.”
> Other

>>43375776
>“I’m listening.”

>>43375776
>> “I’m listening.”
>Your bounty's pretty high, got anything more appealing then that?

>>43375776
>“I’m listening.”

>>43375776
>“I just wasted my time coming out here. I’m getting a bounty.”

also
>Not liking human women
Fucking heresy

>>43375776
> “I just wasted my time coming out here. I’m getting a bounty.”

>>43375776
>“I just wasted my time coming out here. I’m getting a bounty.”

>>43375776
>> “I just wasted my time coming out here. I’m getting a bounty.”

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>>43375924
>>43375928
>>43376124
>>43376277
>Send Vader a fake Jedi
>Get hunted down for wasting his time

>>43376425
You really expect them to think things through?

> “I just wasted my time coming out here. I’m getting a bounty.”

You cross your arms. “I went out of my way to come here. We’re wasting time. I’m getting a bounty.” You grab him by the collar. He whimpers a little. “Next time, try a different scam, one that doesn’t involve mimicking Jedi. You’re lucky the Empire didn’t take notice of you.” He groans, defeated completely, his head hanging low. “Come on. Let’s go.”

-

-

“Well that went better than expected.” Vikker dabbles a bit in his holoPDA, looking up the information the three of you got when you turned in Thom’s bounty. The Imperial Embassy seemed a bit disappointed that he wasn’t actually a Jedi, but bounties are bounties. “I knew we’d pull out of it!” You roll your eyes, obviously knowing he didn’t have the situation under control. You won’t say it though, you’ll let him have his day. “Kuvasz, it was nice having your help. Sorry we wasted your time and talent on some low-level hood.”

“He was clever though. I have a favor from someone on Kessel, they’ll keep on eye on him for when I might need someone of his talent,” says Kuvasz. “As for you, Rhys. You’re certainly have something in that thick skull of yours.” You glare at him, placing your hands on your belt. “I respect that. Anyway, Vikker. You going to tell me about that treasure?”

[1/2]

>>43376544
[2/2]

“You-“ You spin around to face Vikker, who doesn’t appear worried at all. “You told him!?”

“Yeah.” Vikker says it in a matter-of-fact tone. “Look, he’s experienced, he’s a great guy. I think we could hire someone of his expertise with a decent cut of the riches.” You stare at him, asking how much. “… 5%. It’s a lot but it’ll pale in comparison to what we’ll really get out of it!”

“You just said that in front of him,” you say. Kuvasz folds his arms, staring at the two of you. “How do you even…?”

“I’m a little drunk.” Vikker shrugs. “Look, regardless. Kuvasz I think could be an excellent addition to our crew. And in fact, I want him to go with you down to the Shadowlands. He actually lives down there.” The Shadowlands? “Look. I found one of the Clones here, okay? I had a talk with him before you got here yesterday.” You groan, walking and talking with Vikker. Kuvasz walks alongside you, paying close attention. “He had an R2 unit just like Fryer’s. He was an Imperial Stormtrooper Officer, but he left his R2 to rust down in the Shadowlands.”

“Why?” you ask.

“Guilt.” Vikker grumbles a little. “Can’t believe soldiers have a conscience. But his R2 unit is down there. I’m glad you actually took the time to come here, otherwise Kuvasz would’ve had to do this himself. He could’ve but…” You grit your teeth, continuing to glare at Vikker. “Well, he can.”

> “I’ve spent enough time on Kashyyyk. I’m leaving. Kuvasz can get that droid.”
> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”
> Other

>>43376560
>> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

>>43376560
> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

>>43376560
>> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

>>43376560
>“Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

>>43376560
>> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

>>43376560
> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

> “Fine. But if this turns into that Kinrath scheme again, you’re not going to have a good time.”

“This better not turn into the kinrath scheme, Vikker. I nearly lost my arm on that.”

“Ah, don’t be a baby!” Vikker clicks his tusks, laughing a little. “Besides, that scheme was good. We were just screwed over by a hutt with delusions of grandeur.” You roll your eyes. Sure, that was why the scheme failed. Whatever. You shake your head. “Now go. I’ll keep an eye on your ship for you.” Vikker pats you on the arm, diverting to the space port and leaving you and Kuvasz alone.

Kuvasz places his hand on your shoulder. “Welp. Looks like it’s you and me. How about I entertain us with some stories?”

“No thanks, let’s just get this over with.” You sigh. The more time you spend out in the open, the more time that gives for people to find you and redeem that bounty. You have to work fast, efficiently, and most of all quietly. The elevator into the Shadowlands is guarded off by a pair of Czerka hired wookiees. Kuvasz greets them amicably with boisterous headbutts to the head, then the two of them lower you down into the darkness of the forest floor.

[1/2]

>>43377129
[2/2]

You’ve heard legends of the Shadowlands. This is only the start. The beach is your only refuge in terms of safe places down on the surface. But everything beneath the tree line? That will be a toss up. It’s a long descent into darkness, but you make it. Kuvasz steps out first, stepping his boots onto the soft mud. You go ahead next, nearly slipping on the ground. “What the hell…?” You look down. These are tracks. And not animal tracks. These were tire tracks.

“I know what made these tracks. Deserters,” he says. “Let’s stay sharp. The deserters don’t like guys on their turf.”

You groan. “And you live down here?”

“Better than Mandalore,” he says simply. You shake your head, walking alongside Kuvasz. He immediately pulls his hunting blaster out, charging it quickly. “So, Rhys. Tell me about yourself.” You look over at him. “I got a good idea of where that droid is but it’s a mile’s walk. We’re going to be here a while. Tell me about yourself.”

> Be boastful, tell him about your days at the Academy, about your skill in piloting Starfighters.
> Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more.
> “How about you first? Get things going.”
> Other

>>43377146
>> Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more.

>>43377146
> Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more

>>43377146
> Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more.
>"Just your average business interpeneur.Do oddjobs here and there,nothing fancy.Got a bucket for a ship,though.You?"

>>43377146
> Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more.

>>43377146
>>43377194
This.

Though I do want a blockade runner. One day man, one day.

>>43377146
>Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more.

> Be cautious. Let him know you’re an artifact finder of sorts, no more.

“I look for things people want,” you say. “That’s basically it.”

“Is it?” he says. “For a wiseguy, you certainly are quite cagey.”

“And for a Mando, you certainly are talkative. Aren’t you people supposed to be like big warrior culture guys? Heck, when you first came up to me, I thought you’d try and collect on me.” You glare at him a little. “What’s your excuse?”

“Let’s just say that I’m not much welcome on Mandalore anymore,” he says. He points downwards, showing off more tracks. “This way. If we’re lucky, that R2 might still be in its resting place. If it’s not, we’ll have to assume the deserters got it.” You sigh, you hope that’s not the case. In this darkness, and in this fog, you could barely see anything.

[1/2]

>>43377698
[2/2]

-

-

It was the case. The two of you look down to see the imprint of an R2 unit in the ground, Judging by how soft the mud was, the R2 must have gotten picked up a little recently. Kuvasz pats the ground with his bare hand, then smells it a little. “What is it?” you ask.

“Smells like rocket fuel,” he says. “Definitely an astromech. But I’m no tracker so it’s not like it’s any use to us.” You groan, placing your head in your hands. “Sorry, Rhys. Looks like the deserters got to it first. Those guys pick the forest clean of anything useful, should’ve seen this coming.”

“It’s fine. I can handle a few Clones,” you state.

“These deserters are more than just a few Clones,” he says quickly. “But-“

Your wrist communicator beeps. A call? You press a button it. “Hello?”

“Hello? Hello? Is anybody out there!?” It’s Lotte! “My team was ambushed by a band of Clone troopers with some heavy equipment! I’m-“ Her message immediately goes to static.

“Lotte!” you yell. You look up at Kuvasz. “Not a word.” He nods. “Okay, Lotte, where could she be?”

“Lotte Ulgo?” asks Kuvasz. “She hunts straggling Wookiees out north. That must be where our R2 unit is for now,” he says. Damn it. You stomp your foot, anxious now. Lotte’s in trouble. Sure, she got good scores on her close combat training but she was training to be a TIE Pilot, not a Stormtrooper! She won’t last five minutes!

“We have to go after her.”

He nods. “My lodge isn’t too far. We can grab some speederbikes and catch those Clones.”

> “No, speeders are too loud. We need stealth.”
> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”
> Other

>>43377716
>> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”
Awesome

>>43377716
> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”
speeders in a forest what could possibly go wrong

>>43377716
>> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”

>>43377716
> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”

>>43377716
>“Alright, let’s mount up then!”

>>43377716
> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”
>>43377773
No fekking ewoks, so nothing.

> “Alright, let’s mount up then!”

“Alright, let’s mount up. We don’t have much time.” He nods, leading you down westbound to his lodge. It’s a pretty short trip, mostly because the two of you are sprinting to get there. Rocks, fallen trees and logs, and bushes are nothing compared to your speed. And soon you’re at the lodge. It’s actually a pretty cozy little house built of the remains of an old tree stump, but there’s no time to look around inside. Out there are a pair of speederbikes. “Roark!” yells Kuvasz. A wookiee pokes his head out of the window, grumbling. “I’m borrowing the speeders, long story! Gotta go!” He speeds away, you following after him.

Many people might think high speed speederbikes that you’re riding on are dangerous. In truth, it actually is pretty damn dangerous. But the speeders are designed to adjust course based on obstacles miles ahead automatically, so you’re to speed away. It’s a good thing you aren’t running into anything big or predatory like a katarn.

Suddenly, you see it. The two of you stop up. A great big wheeled tank rolls by, with wooden lodging on the sides, rusted metal plates stamped over the original hull, and a giant cannon from an SPHA on top. Another tank rolls along behind it as well, built much like it save for the cannon. “Turbo tanks?” you ask.

“They use them to traverse the Shadowlands without getting eaten by katarns in their sleep,” says Kuvasz. “She’s probably in the lead one, let’s go!” He draws a blaster pistol from his holster and begins speeding alongside the leader Turbo Tank. You follow behind him, drawing your own blaster. A Clone trooper in aging green scout armor pops his head out of a hatch, then spies the two of you.

[1/2]

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>>43378223
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“Oi! We’s got ourselves some bratties! Charge the guns!” Out of more hatches pop a variety of laser turrets. Oh boy. They begin barraging the two of you. Your speeder takes a hit, and you immediately crash down into the dirt. The first tank rolls along without you. Kuvasz continues on without you. Oh great. You look back to see the other tank about to crush you.

Well, here goes nothing. You grab onto the suspension, shaking and grimacing the tank traverses the rough terrain of Kashyyyk. You quickly leap, grabbing onto another outcropping of scrap and metal, before climbing up the front of the Juggernaut, where a porch of sorts has been placed in front of the command window. You climb up to find a very surprised Clone trooper waiting for you. “Oi!” He raises his DC-17 blaster at you. “Hands up!”

You respond by a blaster shot to the helmet. He limply falls over the side. You look into the command window to see a squad of more clone troopers, with improvised wooden armor supplementing their own aging clone trooper armor. They immediately raise their guns and begin blasting at you. Their bolts shatter the window, spraying glass over you as you hit the wooden deck.

> Hijack this tank. It’s only clones.
> Find a way onto the lead tank, you can’t waste time here.
> Figure out a way to disable the tank, one less problem.
> Other

>>43378242
>Hijack this tank. It’s only clones.

>>43378242
> Find a way onto the lead tank, you can’t waste time here.

>>43378242
> Figure out a way to disable the tank, one less problem.

>>43378242
>> Hijack this tank. It’s only clones.
Let's beat one motherfucker with another motherfucker.

>>43378242
>> Hijack this tank. It’s only clones.
Why are clones looked down upon?

>>43378441
Rhys doesn't have a good relationship with Clones. This is owed to the fact that his Flight Instructor back at the Academy was a Clone, and used his extensive knowledge of fighting Droid Starfighters to teach upcoming TIE Pilots. Rhys thinks that's mostly cheating.

Other than that, Clones as a hell aren't looked down upon by everybody. However the Empire wasn't too keen on letting them stick around after the Clone Wars. Some token benefits here, some re-enlistment programs there, most simply deserted.

>>43378441
They aren't real people?

>>43378242
> Hijack this tank. It’s only clones.

a tank in the hand is worth two in the bush

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>>43378660

How big are those Clone Turbo Tanks? Any way we could bring it back aboard the...do we even have a name for our fat POS freighter?

>>43378767
The working name for the Barloz is the "Gypsy Magic". Of course, that was the name it came with and Rhys thinks it's kind of stupid. You're free to discuss a new name during the votes.

>>43378767
Hauling up one of those old-ass(clone-wars old,i presume) tanks from the shadowlands would be expensive. Would be cheaper just straight up buying one off Lotte

> Hijack this tank. It’s only clones.

There’s no better way to do this. And if the Academy taught you anything, if it’s if you’re making a mistake well you better make sure you keep doing that mistake until everyone else thinks they’re wrong. You stand up and quickly take potshots at a few of the Clones. Two drop, the rest all huddle behind consoles. You grab your DL-44 and quickly leap through the now open window of the bridge. “Take him down!” One Clone rushes at you, yelling. You quickly give him a double tap. He falls over. Another raises his blaster, aiming to put one between your eyes. You meet him halfway with one between his. He drops. And with that, the bridge is clear. You quickly run over to the door and blast the controls shut. That’ll buy you some time.

You rub your hands together. You’ve always dreamt of running a Turbo Tank back at the Academy, this is your chance. You grab the controls and put the pedal to the metal. The Turbo Tank zooms, immediately closing the distance with the lead tank. The wooden porch is crushed, and the metal is gashed and dented by the impact. Glass and metal shards fly at you.

You look to the sides of the lead tank, to see Clone troopers poking out of the wooden lodgings and sponsons. They immediately open fire on you. You duck down, but ram the tank again. This time, you manage to shake one Clone trooper out of his sponson. He screams as he falls to the ground, probably crushed by one of the large tires.

The door behind you suddenly ignites in its center. They’re cutting it open. You quickly brake, hoping to trip them up. You hear shouting and noises of tumbling behind that door. Seems to have worked. You quickly speed up again, again ramming the back of the lead tank.

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>>43378929
[2/2]

Suddenly everything drops. You must have driven the lead tank right into a large gully. You’re lifted off your feet for a few seconds before you’re thrown right into the command console, then into the door, then onto a wall. The tank comes to rest on its side. You groan, holding your back. Hopefully nothing’s broken. Kuvasz pokes his head in through the window. “Nice work, Rhys! I can see why you have such a big bounty on your head!”

“Just help me up!” you yell. He quickly steps in and grabs your hand. You’re stood up, and then led out. The lead tank has completely faceplanted right into the gully with you. “Come on!” You quickly rush over to the other tank. A pair of clones pop up from behind some rocks, surprising you two.

“Freeze!” They immediately drop as Kuvasz puts holes in their helmets with a pair of well-placed shots. The two of you quickly climb up some of the wooden outcroppings of the Turbo Tanks, then pop a hatch. And out of it appears another Clone, this time wielding a spun up Z-6 Rotary Blaster. “Awright you spoiled little brats! It’s lights out!”

Suddenly, you hear a crack. He falls over unconscious, leaning out of the hatch. Behind him stands a very disheveled Lotte. Her clothes are somewhat torn up, her messy hair is now even more frizzled and dirty, her cap is gone, and her face bears a small bleeding cut on her cheek. She blinks at you, wielding a DC-17 as a club. “What took you?” she asks. You quickly step inside into the cramped interior of the Turbo Tank. “… ahem.” She clears her throat as you look around, droid, droid, droid. “Ahem…” she says louder.

“Lotte.” She smiles a little. “You seen a droid around here?” Her smile drops immediately.

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>>43378951
[3/3]

“A droid, you-“ She motions her hands over her body. Admittedly, you find something very attractive about girls in ripped up clothing. You paint her red, she could pass for a Zeltron. But that’s not important right now.“Look at me! And you’re concerned about-“ She looks over at Kuvasz. “Who’s this guy!? And-“ You pull an R2 Unit out of the mess of scrap and junk. Please have the disc. “What, does that droid have pornography on it!?” It’s dead, damn it. Maybe you can pull the holodisk out. You blast a hole into it with your DC-17, then reach in.

And out of it is an intact holodisk! Yes!

“We found it, Kuvasz!” you shout. He slaps the hull of the Turbo tank in celebration, laughing.

“Stop ignoring me!” she whines. “I could’ve been killed!”

> “Sorry. This was more important.”
> “Sorry. I’m glad to see you’re alright though.”
> “Hey, you handled yourself fine!”
> Other

>>43378968
> “Sorry. I’m glad to see you’re alright though.”
Coulda been worse, they coulda killed you, or lopped off a limb to make it harder for you to run.

>>43378968
> “Hey, you handled yourself fine!”

>>43378968
>> “Hey, you handled yourself fine!”
See it's not very nice to be treated like that is it?

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>>43378796

>Gypsy Magic

That's...very Seventies. That's, like, "Old Dodge campervan with a unicorn painted on the side" Seventies.

For an alternate name, how about Highwayman? Or the Drunken Jester?

>>43378968
>> “Hey, you handled yourself fine!”

It's okay if we're a lovable dick, right? Like a Han Solo type jackass?

>>43378968
>> “Sorry. I’m glad to see you’re alright though.”
Damnit you brought up Zeltrons and now I wanna find one.

>>43379025
Highwayman sounds cool, but how about giving our bucket some meaning?

It`s a big,sturdy pile of crap, with a hotshot ex-Academy captain.People tend to overlook it, altough it can do fancy stuff.

A "Grey Pigeon" or something?

> “Hey, you handled yourself fine!”

“Hey, you handled yourself fine, Lotte.” She huffs, folding her arms and scoffing at your confidence in her. “Just saying, a bunch of Clones are no match for veterans like us. And certainly they aren’t a match for Kuvasz here.” Lotte looks over at Kuvasz, who is idly hanging off the hatch entrance, waiting for you.

“Feh.” She rolls her eyes. “Typical. I see the criminal underground has made you less empathetic to the plight of women such as myself!”

“Yeah, being raised in House Ulgo in a comfortable palace on Alderaan, such hard times you live in,” you say. You grab Kuvasz’s hand, and he helps you out. Lotte grabs his hand next and is hoisted out as well. “Look, I got what I came here for, and I-“

Your wrist communicator pings again. “Sir. Sir. There is a problem.” Ugh, what now?

“Lev, what is it?”

“I tracked the space port records. A ship matching the description of ownership with the Mandalorian Furies was spotted landing here. A party of six women were reported as its passengers.” Furies? How did they figure out you were here? Ah, great. You are as popular as that bounty makes you seem. Just great.

> Kuvasz has a place you can hide out at for a while.
> Forget hiding out. You’re not spending another minute on Kashyyyk.
> Other

>>43379472
>> Forget hiding out. You’re not spending another minute on Kashyyyk.
Not with furies here, especially if we have a history with said fury

>>43379472
> Forget hiding out. You’re not spending another minute on Kashyyyk.
Time to NOPE the hell out of here.

>>43379472
>> Forget hiding out. You’re not spending another minute on Kashyyyk.

>>43379472
>> Forget hiding out. You’re not spending another minute on Kashyyyk.

Let's make out like bandits and try not to spend our newly won dosh in one place.

>>43379472
>Kuvasz has a place you can hide out at for a while

> Forget hiding out. You’re not spending another minute on Kashyyyk.

“Kuvasz, Lotte. I gotta make like a Jawa and scram. Kuvasz, good working with you.” You hold out your hand, and he shakes it with a firm and tight grip. The grip of a man with principle. “Hope I can see you again.”

“Likewise, try not to let those children mob you.” You nod, fair enough. “I’ll escort Commander Ulgo back to the Imperial Embassy.” Alright, good, good. You grab the last remaining speeder bike. “Safe travels!”

“Don’t get yourself killed!” says Lotte in not so sincere way. You shake your head, then speed off.

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-

You hide behind some boxes. The space port is bit of a walk away, but between you and there are six Furies who would love to have your bones decorate their bedrooms next to their blasters and their stuffed womprat toys. You shudder a little. A party of three are moving around, one with a holopad, skipping through a few pictures and images until she finds yours. She stops a random passerby. “You. Have you seen this man?” He shakes his head and moves on. She stops another. “Have you seen this man?” The same response. “Ugh! Is it that hard to find Rhys on Kashyyyk!?”

“Actually, I think it is Erma. It is a big planet,” says one of the three. “With lots of opportunities for combat, like hunting katarn or kinrath, or even wookiees!” She giggles a bit, bouncing in place. “Do you think we can go hunting once we find Rhys?”

“No. We take him to Warmaster Viszla like we were ordered, Lima.” She looks over to the third Fury. “… Uggla, what are you looking at!?”

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>>43379913
[2/2]

“Apparently Kuvasz Skirata is the Czerka Security Chief here.” She holds out her holopad, showing the portrait of Kuvasz. “The disowned one.”

“Pfft. So he finds work with some corrupt corporations, what a way to end one’s life,” says Erma.

“He’s quite handsome though,” says Uggla, as she stares intently at Kuvasz’s face. “Those scars too. And his full body…”

“Enough!” Erma whacks Uggla upside the helmet, shaking her out of her trance. “Turn that thing off, we’re hunting Rhys, not Skirata!” She stomps her foot. “This is why we can never bring back bounties alive! The two of you are always messing things up for me!”

“Aww…” Uggla holds out her arms. “Who wants a huggla!?”

“Aaahhh!” Erma slaps Uggla on the helmet, knocking her away. “Spread out and find him!” screams Erma. The three of them disperse, Erma loudly grumbling to herself.

Right. How do you get past them…

> Try to blend in with the crowds and hope they don’t notice you.
> There’s some shipping crates being carted away. Maybe you ought to hope they aren’t bound for Kessel.
> Start a fight. Mandos love fights!
> Other

>>43379931
>Other

Those crates are an idea but I was thinking more Solid Snake.

>>43379931
> Try to blend in with the crowds and hope they don’t notice you.

>>43379931
>Other

Find some stormtroopers and tell them there are some people making trouble harassing the vacationers

>>43379931
> Start a fight. Mandos love fights!
>Not with them,for the love of god.Just as a distraction.

>>43379931
>> Try to blend in with the crowds and hope they don’t notice you.
Why are these bloodthirsty warriors so cute?

>>43379931
>> Try to blend in with the crowds and hope they don’t notice you.

>>43379931
>Try to blend in with the crowds and hope they don’t notice you.

> Try to blend in with the crowds and hope they don’t notice you.

You look to see a band of Imperial Navy officers, probably TIE pilots themselves hanging around outside a store. And past hem a group of Imperial Army troopers, off on leave as well. You quickly walk up to the Navy officers. “Hey, you guys Imperial Navy?” They look over at you, regarding you the same way they’d look at a filthy little womprat. “I used to be Imperial Navy too! Hey!” They smile a little, grinning, ready to let you in. “Come on, I’ll show you guys my ship, she’s an old beater but she’s a lot better than those TIEs.”

“Oh, anything’s better than those TIEs,” says one of the pilots. “How about you show us?”

“Yeah, yeah! Hey!” You pick up his cap and put it on. “Ha ha! What do you think, still fits me?” They all laugh as you start leading them to the space port. Lima brushes past you, grumbling about the lack of fighting opportunies. Uggla as well is immediately distracted by a Wookiee in a cage, holding out food to it so he can eat.

But Erma? She looks over at your crowd, but apparently doesn’t manage to see you.

You sigh. Oh that was close.

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>>43380656
[2/2]

-

-

You’re hiding out in open space outside of the hyperspace lanes now. You sit in the common room, listening to Vikker explain the situation. “The Furies are still scoping out Kashyyyk for your location, but it seems like you’ve managed to escape their grasp for now. They won’t be fooled for long though, especially once they realize your ship is gone and out of the system.”

“Let’s not talk about the girls for now, Vikker. We got any leads on any other Clones I should look at it?” Much as you hate to ask.

“We have two Clone troopers left to investigate,” says Vikker. Two? He immediately explains why only two. “I had a friend investigate one of the Clones who had retired to Manaan but they found him… quite dead. And his R2 unit was looted, no holodisk of any kind.” A picture of the crime scene appears next to him. The clone lies dead in a heap, wearing the uniform of an Imperial soldier. The room has been trashed. His wounds however appear to be consistent with vibroblade slashes. “It appears someone got to him first.”

“Someone else knows about the treasure then?” you ask. “Who did you tell?”

“No one except Kuvasz,” he says. “This complicates things though. We are no longer working at a pace we can set. This is against the clock. We have to find those Clones and piece together the location of that treasure. What do you think? We have a Clone on Coruscant, and the fifth is working out of the Smuggler’s Haven.” The Smuggler’s Haven? That old Lucrehulk is still working? Hmph.

> Smuggler’s Haven. It’s been ages since you left.
> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.
> Leave the Clones. You need to find out who’s after it. It could be Zann, it could be Xizor, it could be a whole lot of people!
> Other

>>43379992
Uggla just wants to give you a huggla

>>43380676
> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

>>43380676
> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

>>43380676
> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

>>43380676
>Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

>>43380676
> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.
"I assume Kuvasv id following up on the other lead. Or is he trying to scope out our mysterious interlopers? In any case hope we get to them before someone else does."

>>43380676
>> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

>>43380676
>> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

> Coruscant. It’ll be nice to visit the Core again.

“I’ll set a course for Coruscant but first I’ll let the heat die down for about a day or so. It’ll be nice to get a little bit of rest after almost getting run over by a Jug Turbo Tank turned motorhome by a bunch of swamprunning Clones.” You lean back in your chair, your comfortable comfortable chair. “Hopefully there things will be a bit more civilized and less savage.”

“Civilized. Tch.” He clicks his tusks, chuckling at that. “Hehe, you and me both know you are anything but civilized, Rhys.”

“Can’t I pretend?” You smirk a bit.

“Well, tell you what. I’ll be sending Kuvasz to follow up on our interlopers. He’ll let you know what the skinny is within a few days. I’ll throw some credits down to a few people on Coruscant, get you the codes to land your piece of junk safely there.” You nod. Fair enough. “The Clone you’re after is CT-62/2120, goes by the name of Diver. You’ll know him by a cybernetic eye and him working out of some old diner. Hopefully he’ll be cooperative.”

“Right,” you say. “Speaking of which. With the new set of coordinates, I was able to narrow the locations down. Still relatively deep in the Unknown Regions but there’s certainly less room for error now.”

“That’s good. Keep it up. I’ll be in contact.” His hologram fades away. You stand up, grimacing a bit. That landing in the Turbo Tank did nothing to help your ailing bones. You put the holopad back in your pocket and start to the cockpit. You open the door to find Lev, quickly shoving a holopad back into place in one of the compartments.

“Lev.” The Tactical Droid turns his head to you, saluting you. “What was that about?”

“Nothing, Master Cykgil.” Hmph. You take a seat in the pilot’s chair and grab the controls. Maybe a little flying will soothe your mind. Suddenly, the computer pings. “Sir. We are receiving a new contact.” Huh?

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>>43381577
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Suddenly, out of hyperspace comes a Nebulon-B Frigate. “Rhys Cykgil!” The commlink blares to life with the sound of a very angry, salty, Captain. “This is the frigate Resonator! In the name of the Rebel Alliance, we order you to surrender your craft and your arms to us!”

> THE RESONATOR <
> Rebel Alliance Nebulon-B Frigate <

Rebels. Lev steps up next to you. “Lev.” He looks over at you. “Take the controls.” You stand up, and he immediately sits down in your chair.

“Where are you going?” asks Lev as you pick up your helmet from one of the command desk.

“Well, guess it’s time I test that R-22, eh?” you say. You snap your finger, grinning. “Don’t wait up.” You rush out the door.

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>>43381598
That's it for tonight's chapter of Star Wars: Fortune Hunter. Thanks for playing. Tomorrow ought to be a chapter of Tank Witches, not feeling up for a special Halloween chapter I'm afraid. Maybe another time though. Hope you all enjoyed.

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>>43381683
Thanks for running, loved the action. Can't wait for pic related.

>>43381683
Thanks for running, boss.

>>43381710
I can't wait either anon.

>>43381784
Also when we get to Coruscant we get to spend that sweet fake jedi bounty right?

>>43381846
You can spend it on anything you want, armor, blasters, mods, women, beer, henchmen, the works.

>>43381873
So.. ship upgrades and a few drinks with some qt mandos?

>>43381889
Sounds like a plan.