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“Captain Cykgil. Your codes are cleared. Proceed to Hangar Two in the Capital City of Theed. A security team will secure your ship for you.”

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Theed is as beautiful as you remember it. The Empire has made absolute sure not to tarnish or taint any bit of the planet’s natural attractiveness with the Imperialization of the Outer Rim. And why would they? This is the Emperor’s homeworld after all. If anybody were to burn a single blade of grass on this planet, they’d be drawn, quartered, and have their bodies paraded through Coruscant. You can’t remember if the Emperor ever visits this planet anymore, but you’d probably be steaming mad too if someone were to come into your old house and start tearing it up.

You digress. You land in one of the spaceports of Theed. The four of you step down the boarding ramp, and you walk down Misri’s speederbike. She bites her lip, her fingers twitching as you as cart it around as if it were just some common swoop. “Make sure she gets plenty of air! The intakes are specifically designed to maximize fuel efficiency and if they aren’t clean, the bike won’t breathe right! And you have to squeeze the brakes gently too and-“

“Misri.” You shove R5 into the sidecar, smiling at her. “I will take good care of your bike. I promise. I just need to borrow it for a while.”

“Okay, okay…” You sit down on the seat. “Gently!” she whines. You roll your eyes, snapping your helmet on and pulling on your mask. “Ugh, where are you even going anyway!?”

> “The Gungans have a holy place not too far from here. I’ll take a look there see what I can see.”
> “I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”
> “Going to cause some trouble. The Naboo love trouble.”
> Other

>>44941917
> “I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”

>>44941917
>> “Going to cause some trouble. The Naboo love trouble.


SENPAI NOTICED ME!

Though out of curiosity why does Rhys not take his own Swoop bike but take Misri?

>>44941917
>“I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”

>>44941917
>> “I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”

>>44941993
The Starhawk has a sidecar along with being able to lift light cargo loads. Plus, Rhys likes the look of Misri's bike.

>>44941917
>“I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”
We can murder and desecrate the corpses of some Gungans on the way back.

>>44942074
I want a Gungan hat. Bear-skin style.

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>>44942074
Jesus man, Are you the Lotte of the Gungan people?

Though I do want to loot their explosives.

>>44942160
I just want to jam a disruptor rifle down a Gungan's throat before pulling the trigger.
I want to slit a Gungan's stomach open and laugh as he tries to stuff his organs back in.
I want to make a group of Gungans kneel on the ground, their hands and feet bound, and stuff a grenade each in their mouths, and remote detonate each one while walking away.

I want to go the full Beast of No Nation experience.

>>44942260
.... I'm gonna say no. They lost, dude. They lost as hard as anyone could lose. They elected a Fucking Sith Fucking Lord to power and created a humanocentric, despotic galactic empire.
Let it go, dude.

>>44942260
We can at least get a hat.

I want the damn hat.

>>44942288

>Implying it was by accident.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7Uc84U04Sk

>>44941917
>“I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”

> “I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”

“I know a couple of guys who live outside of Theed. They might know something.” You pull on some gloves as well, smiling at her. “Don’t you worry. I will make it back safe and sound.”

“I don’t care about you!” She points to her back, distraught. “You can lose an arm for all I care, all I want is my bike.” You roll your eyes. Fair game you suppose.

“Right.” You give her a mock salute, then grin. “Off I go. Say goodbye, R5.”

“If I die, let Lev know that I still hate him,” he says. You kickstart the StarHawk, then speed it on out of the spaceport and onto the main road of Theed. Everywhere you go, you see Stormtroopers all over the place, searching houses and speeders, guarding intersections and roads, and keeping watch on what citizens are left in the Royal City. Naboo hasn’t changed much ever since the 501st came to “restructure” the government. For better or worse, Naboo is a Rebel planet, and you are on enemy territory.

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Down on the river there were various hamlets of well-carved earthen buildings cut into the cliffsides next to the water. You knew some of these places pretty well. Mostly because they have a cantina nearby. You park your speeder outside one of them, and take a deep breath and look around. Nobody you recognize. That’s a good sign. “R5. Watch the bike.”

“How?” he asks.

“Didn’t Misri install that blaster in you?” you ask. He pops it out of his dome, pointing at you. You put your hands up. “Whoa, whoa, spacer. Don’t get too excited. Girls don’t like that.”

“Just get inside, I’ll watch the place,” he says.

You step through the swinging doors of the cantina, and find the place full to burst with all sorts of unmentionable Abos and people of very downtrodden background. A hulking Besalisk runs the bar in the center, wiping a few glasses off. Music is softly playing in the background as you walk up to him. “Hey, Fennoy.”

[1/2]

>>44942889
[2/2]

He blinks, then looks at you. He gasps. “Rhys!” He looks around, nervously. “What are you doing here!? You know the rebels will carve you up if they see you!”

“Relax, relax,” you say. “I’m only here for a short while. I’m just looking for a droid. Pre-dating the Clone Wars, no mindwipes.”

Fennoy cocks his head. “Feh. You’d have better luck getting a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard to shut up. I don’t have any droids here that old.” He leans in, looking at you. “The rebels do though. Old R2 units, used to be old security models.”

“Know where I can find them?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Nah. They moved out of the old training canyon years ago after you left. Dallow’s been keeping the N-1s on the move with the Empire muscling into their turf. The Gungans too got driven out of their cities underwater by Aquatroopers too so…” He shrugs. “You’re frak outta luck.” He places a glass of ale for you. “On the house.”

“Thanks.” You take a sip, and sigh deeply. Sweet tasting ale. “Got any clues for me though?”

He shrugs again. “Well… there’s some crazy hunter roaming the plains. Maybe he knows. Until then, I ain’t got much I can tell you, Rhys. Sorry.”

> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”
> “I’ll take a look at the old Canyons, maybe I’ll find something there.”
> “The Gungans wouldn’t leave the cities unless they had reason to. Let’s see what we can find.”
> Other

>>44942911
>> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

>>44942911
>> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

>>44942911
>“Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

>>44942911
>“Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”
Should we use "Rotta the Hutt wants an antique for an art piece he's commissioning" or "Got a job from an eccentric collector to find an antique droid without a mindwipe" for our cover story?

>>44942911
>“The Gungans wouldn’t leave the cities unless they had reason to. Let’s see what we can find.”
The Gungans are almost assuredly in bed with the Rebels in some capacity, so they might have some leads. I just want Schteel to transliterate a Gungan accent and feel like shit about it.

>>44942911
>> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

>>44942911
> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

>>44942911
>> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

>>44942911
>> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”
we like collecting weird, stupid, and crazy.

> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter.”

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It was several dozens of kilometers away from the Royal City of Theed, but these plains were actually known to you. They used to be a sort of gathering place for potential Naboo rebels. The high grass plains were parting away from your swoop bike like waves in an ocean. R5 scans the horizon as you move on. “Are you sure he’s out here?” he asks.

“Of course I do,” you say. “Fennoy’s reliable. He should know his stuff.”

Suddenly, you’re ripped out of your seat. You and R5 fly off of the Swoop bike and land right into the ground. You can feel yourself get bruised and bloodied by the landing into the soft but still incredibly hard ground. At least the grass is fluffy here. You groan, looking around. What the hell happened!? “R5!?” you yell.

He pops out of a pile of leaves. “Here.” He rolls over towards you. “I am undamaged, thank you for asking.” You roll your eyes.

You and him walk over to the swoop bike, and find it entangled in what appears to be some sort of trip wire. You tug on it a bit. That’s tight. “Got anything that can cut it?” you ask.

He pops out a saw from his hull, then starts cutting into the wire. It’s surprisingly strong. Damn. “I am going to need a few minutes,” he says.

While he works, what should you do?

> Contact somebody. Might as well. Probably not Misri though, she won’t like the news. (Who?)
> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
> Try and help R5 in cutting the wire. Something like this is clearly intended to catch big prey.
> Other

>>44942911
> “Which plains? I might visit Mister Crazy Hunter."

crazy sounds fun.

>>44943494
>> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
Our Totally-Not-The-Force Sense is tingling

>>44943494
>> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

Aaaaand this is the part of the movie where Rhys gets jumped from behind.

>>44943494
>Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

>>44943494
> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it

>>44943494
>> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

>>44943494
>> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

>>44943494
>Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
Did we bring the disruptor rifle? We might need it.

>>44943494
>> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

>>44943494
>> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

> Investigate the area. Something feels off, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

You grab the disruptor rifle off the Swoop bike and pat R5 on the head. “Keep at it. I’m gonna take a look around.” You charge up a shot, start marching through the grass. Something is making your gut feel bad, so you have to at least make sure the area is secure. If something were to happen to you or to R5, things suffice to say will end horribly. It’s only a minute of walking and already you’re a decent distance away from R5. The grass ends at chest height, which means anything skulking through is going to go unnoticed. You step forward again.

Wait.

You almost step down on another trip wire. That was close. You tap it with the barrel of your disruptor. Has a pretty high tolerance of weight. Whoever set these up must be hunting some big game.

You get another feeling in your gut. There aren’t any shaaks about nor are there other creatures. Actually, it seems rather unsettlingly quiet now that you notice.

You don’t like it here. “Pst.” You quickly turn around and point the barrel at whoever said that. “Yousa.” Ugh, a Gungan. He pokes his eyes above the grass, which sit beneath a leather slouch hat. “Yousa there,” he whispers.

“What do you want?” you ask. “Are you the hunter?”

[1/2]

>>44944714
[2/2]

He quickly brings his finger to his lips, shushing you. He storms on over and slaps down your disruptor. “Quiet!” He wields what appears to be an electropole, along with having a Gungan atlatls on his belt. He wears the pelts of many creatures on his back and on his arms, along with wearing what appears to be a Nexu hide as a cloak.

…

“Hear that?” No. “… Issa Spikey One about!”

“Look,” you say. “That’s nice, but-“

He grabs your arms, his eyes crazily looking into yours. “I has been hunting the Spikey One for months! Issa been hunting and killing for sport! Not for eating! Nosa eats like any hunter!”

> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.
> “Look. I’m not interested. I’m here because you might have a droid I want.”
> Other

>>44944739
>Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.
Ohhhhh boy. Here we go.

>>44944739
>> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.
okay, okay, let's see what particular brand of Fuck the Galaxy is gonna drop in our laps today.

>>44944739
>Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.


Let be honest if we get straight to the point it will be more confusing

>>44944739
> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.

>>44944739
> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.

>>44944739
>> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.

>>44944739
> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.

>>44944739
It sounds like he's hunting something like a man eater tiger.

You know, old lame tigers that can't go after their normal prey so they start killing people

>>44944739
> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.

>>44944885
the hell hunts on the surface of Naboo though... a wild nexu? They're pretty spikey...
Hopefully nothing from the water. Fuck those angler-crawfish things. If they're amphibious, the Empire should nuke the damn planet from orbit.

Get the droid, get the hat, get out?

>>44945099
nobody wants a gungan-skin hat, that's tacky bullshit.

>>44945130
You say that now.

Imagine forcing Lotte into nothing but her wookie skin, then we put on the Gungan and violate her. She'd need therapy after that.

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>>44945320
Ew... fuck, no, that's.... just awful.

>>44945369
If you say so, anon.

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>>44945320
Go get in touch with your fur-sona or whatever you people call it somewhere else anon. Actually that's shits more Hannibal Lector than anything. Damn.

> Humor him. Gungans need the company you guess.

Fine, you’ll humor this guy. Might as well see what’s up with him. “Alright, tough guy. What exactly are you hunting?”

“Spikey One!” he says. “Big like Rancor, except not! Hesa got razor sharp claws, and big crest spikes andsa bombad teeth! And glowing eyesa!” He grabs your shoulder and starts leading you back to your swoop bike. “Yousa get back on yousa swooper! And go out of here now!”

“Wait,” you say. The two of you stop. He looks around, very anxiously. “First off. What’s your name? My name is Rhys Cykgil. I work for some people, we’re looking for something. But before we can find that something, I need a pre-war droid that hasn’t had any mind wipes.”

“You-“ He stomps his foot. He sighs, then claps his hand over his heart. “Mesa Zaddie Waloon.”

> Zaddie Waloon <
> Gungan Big Game Hunter <

“And yousa need to go. Theresa big Spikey One heading here now!”

“Wait,” you say. “Look. I’m just asking if you can help me. I can help you first if you help me.” His desperation to get you out of here is apparently now outweighed by the prospect of having help. “… as long as you don’t tell your friends or anybody else I’m here. I’m not exactly popular around these parts you know.”

He nods slowly. “Yousa help me catch Spikey One. I help yousa find droid.” He offers his slimy hand to you. And in a moment of disgust, you flinch at it. “Deal?”

> “Deal.” Shake his hand.
> “Deal.” Leave him hanging.
> “On second thought. I’ll just go.”
> Other

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>>44945601
> “Deal.” Shake his hand.
wash hands surreptiously afterwards.

>>44945601
> “Deal.” Shake his hand.

>>44945601
>> “Deal.” Shake his hand.
gotta start getting over that ingrained specie-ism

>>44945601
>“Deal.” Shake his hand.

>>44945653
Did it have to start with Gungans?

>>44945601

> “Deal.” Shake his hand.

>>44945601
> “Deal.” Shake his hand.
> Wash your hands.
We are not taking this thing as crew, nor are we giving it our holonumber or whatever. Can we all agree?

>>44945601

> “Deal.” Shake his hand.

it may be a horrible frog-thing but a handshake is a handshake

>>44945683
oh, fucking agreed. We'll work with it, but this Gungan is NOT gonna get taken home.

>>44945601
>> “Deal.” Shake his hand
>>44945683
no, i like him already.

Besides having Jarjar as a example of all gungans is like having Flavor Fav as an example for blacks so cut him some slack.

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>>44945784
And Boss Nass was a shining paragon of the Gungan race, I'm sure.

>>44945845
He was competent and focused mostly the safety of his people so yes he was.

>>44945845
The other gungan in the battle was kinda bro. Riding around on his animal thing, giving jar-jar grenades and later saving his life. Even when they lose he was all "We'll get out of this!" Then jar jar surrenders

>>44946096
he died and helped caputered greavious

>>44946314
Really? I skipped the Gungan episodes of the clone wars after drudging myself through the Mon cal arc.

> “Deal.” Shake his hand.

You sigh, then take his hand and shake it quickly. “Fine, deal.” You hear the snapping of heavy wires. It appears R5 is finished on his end. “I’ll help you hunt your Spikey One if you help me find that droid.”

“Oh, yessa, I know mui mui about thesa droids. Naboo have many scraps. I can lead yousa to them.” Fair, fair. You wipe your hand on your jacket, grumbling a bit. “Get on yousa swooper and follow me.” Zaddie turns around and hurriedly sprints through the grass without you. You hurry on over to the swoop bike, and find R5 trying to tilt himself in.

You grab his hull and push him in, leaving him legs up. “Oh. Great. What a view,” he says. You jump onto your seat and pull on your helmet. You start up the bike again and hurry through the grass again to catch up with Zaddie. After some time riding, you manage to do so, finding him on top of a battlescarred kaadu, backed up by a pack of very frightening Nexu.

“What’s with all the nexu!?” you yell.

“Very good hunters, raise theysa from birth, haha!” He whips his kaadu into shape. “Follow mesa!” The two of you gallop through the grass plains as the sun starts to set on the day. There’s little time to waste now. The nexu take the lead, growling and yelping in bloodthirsty joy as you close in on the prey.

“Hey, Zaddie!” you yell over the swoop bike noise. “What exactly are we hunting!?”

“You see for yousa self!” He points ahead. You squint through your goggles, then see exactly what Zaddie has been hunting these past few months.

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>>44946538
[2/2]

Caught in a steel wire is a gigantic beast. It almost looks like a mutated rancor except something about the mutation simply went wrong. Spikey crests were growing from all over its body, one prominently on its head. And around its face or two thick horns as well. It struggles and writhes underneath the metal wire. “There! Girls, attack!” Zaddie’s nexu charge and start swarming the giant beast, ripping and tearing at its thick flesh.

“What in the hell is that!?” you yell. Something about this thing is really scaring you and you don’t know what it is.

“Spikey One!” he yells back. “Big beast, don’t know where issa come from!”

The Spikey One manages to tear free from its bindings. In one fell motion it crushes one nexu underfoot, and grabs another and smashes it in its palm. The others ceaselessly try to rip and tear at its skin, to little effect. “Issa getting free!” Zaddie charges in, charging up his electropole.

Well, you always did want to go hunting.

> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.
> Keep at a distance. No need to risk yourself.
> Forget this! That thing’s terrifying, you have to get out of here!
> Other

>>44946509
Yup went toe to toe against him before Greavious played dirty but managed to pin him down with his spear before the gungan pumpel them with their boomboom grenades.

But Anakin fucked it all up and got captured.

>>44946563
>> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.

>>44946563
> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.
Fuck.. shoot it or something. Or throw real grenades.

>>44946563
>Keep at a distance. No need to risk yourself.
We got a gun for a reason! Shoot that thing with our Disruptor Rifle!

>>44946563
>> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.

>R5 Blast him. aim for the eyes

>>44946563
>> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.

>R5 Aim for it's eyes.

>>44946563
> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.

>>44946563

> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.

>>44946563
> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.
jesus fuck, I remember those bastards on Korriban.

> Charge in with him. Might as well cover him.

“R5!” He turns over in the side car, spinning his head around. “Fire up that blaster, I’m gonna bring you around. You aim for the eyes!”

“Got it.” You speed right around the Spikey One as it punts a nexu into the sky. There’s only a couple left by the time you and Zaddie close in. He shoves his electropole beneath its neck, and it roars. You cringe, gripping the handlebars tight, the sound of it is killing you! It rips itself free again of the other wires, then starts charging at Zaddie. “Bring me around.”

You speed around again, then swoop in behind a retreating Zaddie to cover him. R5 pops out his blaster and fires off a few precise shots. The Spikey One flinches back, squealing in pain as it covers its eyes. “Got it!” You charge your disruptor up again, and fires a shot point blank into its belly. The blast melts a fiery crater into its skin, leaking slag and blood onto the green plains of Naboo. You charge up again for another high power shot and fire. This time, the arm. It roars again, and you again cringe in phantom pain.

“Watch out!” yells Zaddie. Before you realize it, it’s charging right at you. Zaddie pulls a gungan booma out of a satchel and tosses it. It lands right in its mouth. It shrieks, holding its neck as the plasma and electric energy starts melting right through the vulnerable inner tissue of the beast. “Aim for the mouth! Aim for the mouth!” He yells.

You nod, trying to get a good shot off. One of the nexu climbs up onto its head and bites down right onto its head. The Spikey One turns around, trying to claw it off. Damn it!

[1/2]

>>44947261
[2/2]

“Get ready!” yells Zaddie. “I will distract it!” He throws his electropole right into its back. It shatters off its thick hide however, but it does succeed in getting its attention. The Spikey One claws the nexu off its head, then bites down on the poor cat and tears it in half. You blink, flinching a bit at the crushing of bone and flesh. That’ll be you if you don’t kill this thing. You raise your disruptor again.

Aim for the mouth. You squeeze the trigger.

The shot flies right through the mouth of the Spikey One. A hole is blasted through the head, blasting blood and goop over the grass as it falls over forward. It whines, squealing in pain. Is it really not dead!? You and Zaddie dismount your rides, then sprint on over. The last remaining nexu chews ineffectually on its hand as the beast lies in pain. You fire the last shot through its head and finally, it dies.

You take a deep breath.

It suddenly feels a lot less scary around these parts. You’re not sure why. “Ha ha!” Zaddie punches you gently in the arm. “Yousa slay the Spikey One! This un was killing mui many innocents and other animals for sport but yousa slay it!”

“Yeah. Yeah.” You slinger your disruptor around. “Listen uh…” He quickly kneels beside it, then quietly whispers a prayer before driving a knife through its hide and beginning to skin it. “… uh. My droid?”

He looks back. “Oh, oh yes.” He stands up, patting you on the chest, grinning. “I knowsa bombad scrapper work for Naboo rebellion around here.” He points west. “Thasa direction, up river, will be working out of junkyard. Say yousa are from mesa.” He snaps his finger. “One more thing.” He reaches for his satchel and hands you it. “Take thesa, is dangerous to go alone.”

You look inside. Boomas? He nods.

> “Er. Thanks.”
> “You keep these.”
> Other

>>44947282
> “Er. Thanks.”

>>44947282
> “Er. Thanks.”

>>44947282
>“Er. Thanks.”

>>44947282
>> Other. Think we could get a trophy or two? Some proof of helping the locals and all?
sure, free-ish stuff

>>44947282
> “Er. Thanks.”

>>44947282
>> “Er. Thanks.”
How many Boomas.
Also yes Gungan loot!

>>44947282
> “Er. Thanks.”
>"R5 take a picture." Do a hunter pose near the spikey one.

>>44947282
>> “Er. Thanks.”
Wonderful!

> “Er. Thanks.”

“Oh. Um.” You blink. “Looks like twenty or so in here…” You throw them in the sidecar. “Thanks, I guess.”

“One more thing!” He quickly kneels down and saws right through one of the face horns of the Spikey One. “Here, as a trophy to yousa achievement!” You look at it, then take it. It feels very… weird. So you also shove that in the side car. R5 is starting to notice that there isn’t a lot of space for him left. “Do not worry about mesa trophy, I intends to burn thisa beast so that it never return to terrorize the innocent!”

“Right, very noble.” You take a seat on your bike. “Stay safe, Zaddie.”

He waves goodbye to you. “Good luck!” You start up the bike, then speed on away.

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Seriously, that horn is scaring you and you’re not entirely sure why. Hope you get rid of it soon or put it somewhere you can’t see it. But you do arrive in a small hamlet just as night falls on the day. Misri already contacted you asking about the bike, and you in your clever charming way said that it was fine and you didn’t crash it. “Liar!” she yells. Okay, she caught you. But it wasn’t your fault entirely.

Anyway however, the small village was lit up by natural torches lining the road. And at one end was the big scrapyard. You speed on over to it, then look at the booth where the head honcho waits for customers. A man of Naboo, watching some holovids as he kicks back and relaxes. He wears the old colors of the Naboo Royal Guard pilots, apparently now out of business by the look of his blind eye. “Hey,” you say. He looks over at you. “I need a droid, very old droid. I’m told you got one.”

“Maybe,” he says. “If…” He squints at you. Uh oh. “… do I know you? You seem familiar.” Crud, you can’t let him recognize you.

> Charisma: “I got a very familiar face.”
> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”
> Skill: “What’s that?” While he’s distracted, put your mask on.

>>44948037
> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”

>>44948037
> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”

>>44948037
>> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.


We're stealing that craft!

>>44948037
>> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”

We know a shipaboo when we see one, use that to our advantage. Also, try to stay near his blind side to help prevent recognition.

>>44948037
> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”

>>44948037
>Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”

>>44948145
Misri. I'm sorry about the bike. So.. I st- Bought! Bought you a starfighter.

How many shots do we have left on the disrupter rifle, we got one or two shots left?

> Intelligence: “Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard? Beautiful craft.”

“Is that an N-1 Starfighter in your yard?” you ask. You point into his scrapyard, pointing out the big chromium finished N-1 sitting in mothballs at the end of a row of other scrapped or salvaged fighters.

He blinks with his good eye, smirking. “That is. You got a good eye. You want to see?” You nod, and he hops off his chair and leads you into the scrapyard. You and R5 walk along to observe your surroundings. Old droids, old droids. R2 unit maybe over there rusting could be something. “Yep, it’s an old N-1, used by the Royal Guard itself, Bravo Flight.” He pats the faded chromium on its nose. You see the scarring of soot and ash from laser blasts along its body. “Found it crashed, decided to take some time restoring it for some people.”

“Oh?” you ask. “You got a price for it.”

“Asking price is about 80,000,” he says. You tilt your head. “Sorry, bud, these are antiques. They’re older than you are, son.”

“Clearly,” you say.

“What are you here for really?” he asks. He tilts his head, scratching his chin. You have to keep him occupied, or else he’ll figure out who you are. It hasn’t been that long since you left Naboo, so your actual appearance hasn’t changed much. Which means that anyone could recognize you.

“I’m looking for a droid, pre-Clone Wars. No mind wipe. I got a friend who needs one for an art collection back on Coruscant,” you explain.

“Weird art.” He scratches his chin, then points down his line of broken down and rusted droids. “I got an R2 over there, hasn’t been mindwiped since he went into service. Was serving as a Bravo Flight astromech.” Perfect, that means it’ll know the Infinite Probability Encryption, that was standard security before they researched new methods. “I can give it to you for 40,000.”

[1/2]

>>44948778
[2/2]

“What?” you ask. “That’s way too much for an old droid.”

“I gotta make a living, son,” he says. “40k for the droid.”

“That’s half the price of the N-1,” you complain.

“Yeah, but non-mindwiped droids with experience are a premium,” he says. “He keeps getting on in the years, he gets more expensive. That’s how this works.”

“That’s not how this works, that’s not how any of this works!”

“Well, unfortunately, I do not haggle son,” he says. “Now if you’ll excuse me I-“ His holopad beeps. “Wait here. I got a call.” He steps away, pulling it off of his belt.

R5 rolls over to you. “What do you think?”

> “I guess we can pay full price.”
> “Forget it, I’m stealing that droid.”
> “We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”
> Other

>>44948804
>“We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”

>>44948804
>> “We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”
but
>> “I guess we can pay full price.”

>>44948804
>> “We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”

>>44948804
> “We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”

>>44948804
I'm stealing the droid and the N-1.

>>44948804
>“I guess we can pay full price.”
Get out of here before the fact that we're back on Naboo gets to this guy.

>>44948998
of coarse but for now let's see where this goes. because we can't leave Misri's bike behind.

>>44948804
>> “We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”
"Perhaps we will be able to offer him one of our valuable services."

> “We wait, see what’s the hubbub.”

“We wait for a bit, see what the hubbub is about,” you say. You lean on your bike, crossing your arms. “Until then. I guess we formulate a plan. I mean, it doesn’t seem like the Empire doesn’t have much presence out here even with all those Star Destroyers in orbit. So it seems we’ll have to bust free on our if the Naboo want to have piece of us, R5.”

“Great,” he says. “I love getting into dangerous situations with you. It’s very kind to my circuitry.”

“I know it is,” you say back. He spins his head around, in a sarcastic manner. “Anyway, we steal the R2 if he’s not willing, then we bug out. Simple as that.

Suddenly, you hear the sounds of flash speeders arriving. They bust down the gate into the scrap yard, and out of it come masked men in Naboo resistance garb, robes and cloaks from former Royal Guard soldiers and pilots. “There he is!” one of them yells. Oh. Great.

The scrapyard manager comes out of his officer, pointing at you. “You’re Rhys Cykgil!”

“Took you this long?” you say. Uh, think, think, think…

> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”
> Intelligence: “Look. If you want to shoot me fine. But I got friends in the Empire who will strike you down where you stand unless you give me that droid… and that fighter too.”
> Skill: Grab the droid and run

Wait, what did we DO on Naboo?

>>44949577
Nothing good.

>>44949531
>> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

>inb4 we fucked the queen

>>44949531
> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

>>44949531
>> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl

>>44949531
> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

>>44949531
> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

>>44949593
We know Padme abdicated the throne before the end of episode 3 or thereabouts, so there had to have been a new queen of Naboo before ANH. That couldn't be who Rhys is talking about, could it? He fucked SOMEONE important.

>>44949531
>> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

>>44949531
>> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”


Okay plan, we nab the droid and in the confusion, R5 goes into the N1 Starfighter and takes control of it and we are off?

>>44949721
I don't think we'll be getting away with that N-1. Like the guy said, it's practically a fossil. It could be like those car wrecks in junkyards with the entire engine block missing.

>>44949760
Be he says it's being restored. it doesn't need to fly far just far enough to join our hanger.

> Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

You hold up your hands. “Look. I know what you’re thinking. But I think you and I can talk this out in a mature and civilized manner like men of honor.” They pause, staring at you. “There, see? Let me begin by apologizing. I’m sorry. And let me tell you this. That girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit. On her-“ A green bolt flies right by your head. Ah, forget this! You dive underneath a pile of scrap as more green blaster bolts fly towards you. “R5!”

He’s already blasting away at the incoming rebels with his blaster. “Yes, yes, I am cleaning up your mess, sir.” He wheels around quickly, drawing their fire away from you. Brave little droid.

Well, this is the time now to get what you came here for!

You run over to the R2 unit and bang on it. It whistles to life, swiveling its head around, grime and muck seeping from cracks and holes in its hull and dome. Eugh. “Listen here, droid. I’m stealing you.” He whistles affirmatively, then knocks against you affectionately. Ugh. Why are R2s always so cute. “Follow me!” You pull out your DL-44 and your DC-17 pistol and dive underneath the wreck of another old N-1. You poke your head out to see R5 driving about, blasting at them. They take cover behind crates and wrecked parts, trying to get shots off on him.

Rebels, poor marksmen it seems. Excellent pilots though.

[1/2]

>>44949531
>Charisma: “Look. I think we can talk this out in a very mature, civilized way. Let me begin by apologizing and let me tell you that the girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit.”

>>44950105
[2/2]

You take into account for the situation. On the one hand, you could steal that N-1. It’d be an easy flight back to Theed. But you’d have to leave R5 behind. And you’re not really willing to do that.

But if you take the Swoop Bike. You can at least guarantee Misri won’t kill you for leaving her stuff behind. You can get both R5 and the R2 that way too.

Or you could just steal one of their speeders and take everything except the N-1. They even come with a free turret!

> Steal a speeder.
> Reclaim the bike.
> Steal the N-1. And hope to all that is the Emperor that it flies.
> Other

>>44950123
>> Reclaim the bike.

>>44950123
>Steal a speeder.

>>44950123
>> Reclaim the bike.

>>44950123
> Reclaim the bike.

happy waifu happy laifu

>>44950123
>Reclaim the bike.

>>44950123
>> Reclaim the bike.
>> Steal the N-1. And hope to all that is the Emperor that it flies.
R2! You're old as shit aren't you?

STEAL THAT N-1 AND FLY IT.

>>44950181
Double this!

>>44950123
> Reclaim the bike.
Bots before hots (and damn is the N1 hot in a 60's shiny retro-future sort of way). Rhys really should get some tracking devices so he could slap them on to things and either find things/people later or just sell their coordinates to the highest bidder. Speaking of neat things man are the weapons the Naboo royal guard have nice. Its like they took every unicorn firearm and then gave them the star wars extra parts treatment but with wood and chrome as well, and then put them in the most disappointing movie ever.

>>44950123
>>44950181
This

>>44950123
>>44950181
Guys supporting this. We can take both, let's take both!

>>44950240
It's a shame that the N-1 and the aesthetic of everything about the Naboo Royal Guard are wasted on the Phantom Menace.

>>44950161
>>44950165
>>44950172
>>44950175
>>44950179
>>44950240
Guys we can do both, apparently this old R2 can pilot this. Let's capitalize our gains!

>>44950123
>>44950181
Fuck it going with this.

>>44950123
> Steal the N-1. And hope to all that is the Emperor that it flies.
> Reclaim the bike.


We get on the bike, tell the R-2 where to land the N1

>>44950308
Too big a risk for what we're trying to accomplish. One in the hand is worth two in the bush, you know that.

>>44950338
Two.. in the bush... so we should get the bike.. to get in Misri's pants?

Sold.

>>44950353
Rhys has already been in Misri's pants once.

>>44950338
Not really if anything we can fall back on the old rebel contact, and we can lob our new gungan grenades at their speeders.

All we have to do is cause enough of a rekus to let him get away

>>44950308
Yeah, and that R2 is an unknown quantity. Chances are it'll either bugger off, or see us fighting the people it formerly served with and just light us up with the fighter. That and we're alone. In enemy territory. Just so much that could go wrong trying to do too much.

>>44950377
That wasn't cannon I thought?

>>44950425
Any smutbins I write are not canon. Misri and Rhys haven't fucked yet.

>>44950439
But.. they have cuddled right? They should cuddle. Misri is good for him.

>>44950439
How can we take Both R2 and R5 with our speeder with the giant horn, and the boomas? They wouldn't ft i think.

>>44950487
Whatever the case, losing the bike is nonnegotiable, lest you want Misri to hate you forever.

>>44950534
We can have R5 in the cockpit and R2 in the astromech pit,

We take the bike and distract them.

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> Reclaim the bike.

“Come on, R2!” He squeals, happily following you into the thick of battle. Next to your speeder are two Naboo rebels, firing on R5 who is sitting pretty behind a pretty solid slab of cover. Nothing you can’t handle. “Hey!” you yell. They look over to see you blast the living daylights out of them. You shove your DL-44 back into its holster, then blast another rebel turning around to look at you. You hurry to sit down and start up the bike. “Get in the sidecar!” He whistles, immediately rocketing in headfirst. You snipe another rebel in the path of Rebel. “R5!”

He speeds on over faster than you can say “retreat”. But finds that there isn’t enough room for him. “You know, maybe we should tell Misri that she needs a bigger sidecar.”

“Are you getting in or not?” You flinch and duck down, firing off your DC-17 wildly to suppress the remaining rebels.

R5 looks back at the N-1, then latches onto the R2 with a rope. “I have an idea. Go on without me.”

“What!?” you yell.

“Trust me,” he says as he drags the unwilling and screaming R2 towards the N-1.

Trust an R5 unit with an R2 that’s more valuable than the bike you’re sitting on!?

Suddenly, you hear the distinct hum of engines. You look back to see the silhouettes of N-1T Naboo Starfighters coming in.

[1/2]

>>44950885
[2/2]

… You’ll trust him. You power up the bike and speed on out of there. The rebels hurry to mount their speeders and pursue you. All you have to do is get to Theed and you’ll be in the clear! An explosion rocks the bike. A near miss from the proton torpedo launcher on that N-1T. Oh boy oh boy, please let these pilots be complete idiots.

You hurry towards a tunnel drilled into a mountain. That will do it, you’ll break sight there and hopefully double back through the ground pursuit. You speed on inside.

You hear an explosion behind you. What the… You turn to your right to see the speeding hulk of an N-1T fuselage sliding right next to you, on fire. The pilot looks at you with the most regrettable expression on his face. He knows he’s made a mistake. He speeds on by you, and the rest of the craft explodes. Okay, not going out that way. You turn around but then brake as a trio of flash speeders close in on you.

> You guess you are going that way through that fiery wreck.
> Go right through these speeders. You’ve beaten worse.
> Other

>>44950905

> You guess you are going that way through that fiery wreck.

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>>44950905
>> Other
Go UNDER the wreck.

Pic very much related.

>>44950105
> That girl challenged me first, I just finished it. In her cockpit. On her-“
Damn it, what did you do?!
Or rather, who did you do?

>>44950905
>>44950951

Yes.

Because Yes.

>>44950905
> You guess you are going that way through that fiery wreck.

>>44950905
> You guess you are going that way through that fiery wreck.

>>44950905
>> Go right through these speeders. You’ve beaten worse.


We have Boomas, used them! Speed past them and throw them at their engines.

>>44950905
>Go right through these speeders. You’ve beaten worse.

>>44950951
Won't that wreck the side car and speeder?

>>44950905
>.
>> Go right through these speeders. You’ve beaten worse.

I looked at the wiki the Advance N1-T Starfighter ddin't come equipped with Proton Torpedos or were these customized?

>>44951232
Customized. Many N1-Ts were retrofitted with proton torpedoes to ease logistics in the Naboo resistance.

> You guess you are going that way through that fiery wreck.

You look at the end of the tunnel coming up. Alright, time this carefully. You quickly detach the side car, and allow the momentum that you’re speeding out continue to guide it along. Then with carefully applied force, you kick it towards the tunnel wall. You divert power in the repulsors. And with a lean to the left, you swing the bike down and underneath the wreck of the tail of the N-1T. The side car rebounds off the wall of the tunnel, going around the wreck. And just in time, you right the back again and reattach it with minimal damage.

Though you do have to admit, it got incredibly hot there for a second. You hope you aren’t on fire or anything. You laugh loudly at it though. You went right under a Starfighter wreck! “Ha! Ha! R5! Did you see that!?”

He didn’t. Because he’s not there. You just realized that.

You’ve got to stop doing these things as if people are there to watch them. You look back to see the flash speeders divert or crash right into the wreck as well.

You take a deep breath, then look around. No Starfighters in the starry skies. Looks like you’re in the clear. You smile happily. Hopefully R5 follows up.

[1/2]

>>44951526
[2/2]

-

-

“You’re back!” Misri would have stars in her eyes if she had any as you come on back into the spaceport. Kuvasz and Vikker wait at the boarding ramp as you take off your helmet and your gloves and step off. “You’re back! I was so worried!” You smile, walking up to her and holding out her arms. She was worried, she didn’t need to be!

But she runs past you and immediately hugs her swoop bike. “Oh, you beautiful baby!” She kisses the bike and nuzzles her cheek against the greasy and unpolished exterior. “Oh don’t ever worry me like that again!” She kisses it again, squealing with joy.

Kuvasz wheezes loudly, holding his gut, trying to hold in a laugh. Vikker simply shakes his head, clicking his tusks as you walk up to them. “Well, I see where her loyalties lie,” says Kuvasz.

“Quiet you,” you say. “Did R5 come back?” you ask.

“He did,” says Vikker. He motions you around to follow him to the next port over. And in there you see the N-1 from the scrapyard, covered in dirt, muck, and chinks in the armor. R5 rolls over to you, along with the R2 unit. There are technicians busily handling it onto a gurney, for you to load it into the Lion’s Share. “Hero of the day.”

“What?” You place your hands on your hips. “Come on. I got the R2.”

“No, I got the R2,” says R5. “You fled like a coward.”

“Shaddup,” you say quickly. “I killed a really big monster today. You are getting no oil baths or polishing from Misri tonight, young man.”

“Aw, I’m so sad,” he says.

> “Get the hell in my ship.”
> “But good work anyway, R5.”
> “I’m going to replace you with that R2 unit, don’t get comfy.”
> Other

>>44951547
>> “But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951547
>> “But good work anyway, R5.”


He got us a new ship and the R2 and shot the Spiked ones eyes. He did good.

>>44951547
>> “But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951547
>> “But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951547
> “But good work anyway, R5.”

That'll do pig. That'll do.

>>44951547
>> “But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951547
>> “But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951547
Misri, come over here and look at your new fighter.

>>44951547
> “But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951547
>“But good work anyway, R5.”

>>44951911
>Misri, come over here and look at MY new fighter.

fixed

>>44952244
What? She's not getting the r-22. The N1 isn't anywhere near as good... is it?

> “But good work anyway, R5.”

You smile, then pat R5 on the head. “But good work anyway, R5.” He swivels his head around, nodding slightly. “So how’s the N-1?”

“Oh, as they say in Flight School, buggered,” he says. “The flight systems are the only thing that work. Barely. Everything else is absolutely buggered. Weapons don’t work, secondary maneuvering thrusters are shot, life support is missing, hyperdrive is also missing-“

“Yeah, I don’t need your life story,” you say. “Go ahead and retire for the night, R5.” He rolls towards R3. The two of them execute a head bump, then a bump of the hull, in some form of handshake between the two. They roll back into the ship.

“So we have what we need then?” asks Kuvasz.

“We do,” you say. You shove your hands in your pockets, then look back at Misri, who is still hugging her bike like a proud mother. “Misri!” She looks over, then walks over to you. You motion to the N-1 Starfighter being carted towards the Lion’s Share. Her jaw drops at the sight of it. “Say hello to your new fighter. What do you think?”

She stares at it as it goes by, then looks at you. “Th-… that’s for me?” You nod. She grins happily. “… you know I was just joking about my bike right? Haha!” She punches your arm gently, smiling at you. “Thanks. Really. Is it really mine?” You nod again. “Okay!” She laughs happily, then runs on over to it, ready to get started on restoring it.

-

-

“I am happy to learn that you found a way to decrypt the navigation logs,” says Admiral Reike over the holoprojector. You and your crew sit in the common room around the table, letting him debrief you on the situation. “We await further updates as to the progress of your search. Remember, we will be in contact, Rhys. And rest assured, should loyalties conflict, we will guide you back to the fold. I await your next report eagerly.”

[1/2]

>>44952314
[2/2]

As you sit in orbit over Naboo, you run the decrypter over the navigation logs. “So…” Misri is still getting over the buzz of having her own personal fighter. “How does this work?”

“The Infinite Probability Encrypter works by hiding sensitive data behind infinitely generating walls of data,” says Vikker. “The Republic phased this out however because it was causing a number of security leaks and crashes because computers can’t handle this idea of infinitely generating data for too long. With our decrypter we can bypass this.”

And bypass it does. Out of your holopad now comes a holomap of the galaxy. Lev manages the console working the information. “Sir, we have an incomplete map due to corrupt data files.”

“It’s fine,” you say as you stand up. This all looks so complicated. It’s like a massive web of trails and destinations and…

It doesn’t make sense. “… None of this makes sense,” you say. “It doesn’t stop at the Maw Cluster, it keeps going and going. It doesn’t even stop at Mustafar either. It’s…” Wait. Now it does. Sweet mother of mercy, it makes sense now why nobody has ever found the Katana Fleet in so long. “The reason we can’t find the Katana Fleet is because it’s constantly jumping into hyperspace.”

“That can’t be,” says Vikker. “They’d run out of fuel and power eventually. It’s been almost thirty years.”

“… and that means if it has,” you say. “Then it’s stopped somewhere for us to find it. But…” You look at the map. “Well, look at this. It could be anywhere! It’s jumped all over the galaxy!”

[2/3]

>>44952333
[3/3]

Kuvasz points out one planet. “What’s that? That planet, Alpheridies? There appears to be where the trail ends.”

“It ends over there too,” says Vikker. “Right at the edge of the galaxy.” He points out another area as well. “And right there too, in the Deep Core next to this planet there. How is this possible that the trail splits off into three directions?”

“Simple,” you say. “It’s a contingency. In an emergency retreat, Republic Forces coordinate random hyperspace jumps to throw off their enemy as to where they’re headed. It’s possible the nav logs are accounting for this by listing off three destinations.”

“Potential, sir,” says Lev. You all look at him. “Sir, the nav logs are still heavily corrupted. I could not decipher the actual destination and location of the Katana Fleet with this. We cannot assume that either of those three spots will have the Fleet.” He’s right. There’s no chance the Katana Fleet is at either of these spots. But it’s worth investigating.

“Well.” Misri crosses her arms. “Where to, then?”

> The planet Alpheridies, beyond the Veil Nebula.
> To the Deep Core, near the planet Tython.
> To the edge of the Galaxy, towards the Hyperspace disturbance.
> Other

>>44952274
N1's are garbage, no idea why Schteel likes it.
Then again, I have a deep and abiding love for HMP Droid Gunships, so the fuck do I know.

>>44952353
> To the edge of the Galaxy, towards the Hyperspace disturbance.

>>44952353
>The planet Alpheridies, beyond the Veil Nebula.

>>44952353
Daww she's a happy girl. Give her enough time and she'll love that n1 more than that stupid bike.

> The planet Alpheridies, beyond the Veil Nebula.

>>44952353
> To the edge of the Galaxy, towards the Hyperspace disturbance.

>>44952353
>To the Deep Core, near the planet Tython.

>>44952353
>Visit Jennis!

Guys remember our old merchant friend? Contact her so we can buy shit.

>>44952353
>Visit Jennis.

We may need to upgrade some old N-1 parts and she might have something for us to upgrade our ship, better not go unprepared.

>>44952353
> To the Deep Core, near the planet Tython.

>>44952399
>>44952411
>>44952414
>>44952415
>>44952479
>>44952580
We have credits on us. SHouldn't we contact our merchant friend since she is waiting for us on Coresant?

>>44952353
Fine fine fine. swapping >>44952414
to >>44952488

>>44952399
We can upgrade the ships with new parts like we did for Sparks. Overall it's a good base to customize.

>>44952353
>> The planet Alpheridies, beyond the Veil Nebula.

>>44952353
>>Visit Jennis.

>>44952353
>Other
Call up Jennis.

> Other

“I was wondering what happened to you!” You explained the entire situation to Jennis. Everything from Coruscant to Lotte, to Admiral Daas Reike, and now why you’re on Naboo. You left out the Katana Fleet part though. You don’t quite trust Jennis with that information quite yet. “Hm. Yeah, we can meet up over Naboo to swap some stuff.”

“Right,” you say. “Thanks, Jennis.” You turn off the holoprojector, then look at your crew. “What? We left her hanging.” They start filing out of the room to head to their rooms. It is getting late you guess. You cross your arms, sighing. You wonder what Jennis will have for sale for you. Hopefully something neat. Hopefully something good.

Misri however pauses at the door. “Seriously, Rhys. Thanks for the new Starfighter. I mean-… it’s a real honor that you’re trusting me to fly with you and Sparks and Uncle Kuvasz out there. Really, I don’t know what to say.”

“For someone who doesn’t know what to say, you’re saying a lot,” you say. “Don’t worry about it. Worry about impressing me instead.” You hook your thumbs on your belt, looking down on her. “I have very high standards for wingmen. There’s only one person I’d actually trust to cover me in a dogfight.”

“Who’s that?” she asks.

…

“… right.” She coughs, trying to clear the awkward air. “Well, anyway.” She stands on her tiptoes then gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek. “That is for bringing my bike back.” She kisses your other cheek as well. “And that’s for the Starfighter. Don’t expect anymore than that.” Her hips sashay as she steps through the doorway. “Anyway, good night, Rhys. I’ll be looking forward to playing through those sim tapes you got for me later.”

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>>44953219
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You sigh, crossing your arms happily as you watch her leave. You look over at Lev. “What are you looking at?”

“Sir. I must privately warn you on the topic of Alpheridies,” he says. “For Misri’s sake, I believe that avoiding the planet would be in her best interests.” You tilt your head. Compassion from a Tactical Droid? “Sir, I believe you are familiar with what happened on that planet, and why modern star maps do not include it on their registers.”

… you might be.

He walks to the door. “As a simple suggestion, sir. I would advise caution. The Inquisitors stalking you back at the Proving Grounds are already suspicious enough. They continue to contact me, asking me about you. They are suspicious of what you are. And I suspect they will not be very passive in their investigation.” He shuts the door.

And with that. You’re alone, to wallow in more questions.

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And that is it for tonight. We went on right into the next day here on the best coast. But that won't stop me from taking questions for a little bit I guess. Hope you all enjoyed. Tomorrow is a chapter in Magical Girl Liberty and the Lair of the Wolves.

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See you next time.

>>44953254
Night boss


Damnit Sisters stop being sexy and annoying

>>44953254
Thanks for the thread this was a fun ride.

Though I do have some questions.

Does Jennis feels angry about what happen or understands?

What were our crew's reaction towards our 'trophy' and how did the rest of the droids react to R2?

>>44953254
Come clean, Schteel. Who did Rhys bang on Naboo and nutted all over their face, apparently that blacklisted him from the planet?

>>44953254

Thanks boss, I just got two questions.

1: When's the next thread?

2: What the hell happened on Naboo?

>>44953231
>They are suspicious of what you are.
Wtf are we

>>44953351
Sexy? Roguish? Handsome?

>>44953254
thanks for running, Schteel, even if your taste in starships is.... suspect.

>>44953351
Force Sensitive

>>44953254
Would it have been possible to nab a flashspeeder as well, It would have made a nice buddy car for Vikker and our Mando friend.

What is the designation of the R2 unit and any modifications on it?

Also any upgrades or loot Misri and the others did in Naboo? What id they do during our adventure?

So the Naboo's official designation would be barely operational?

Also how is Misri doing on the sims the Admiral gave us? How do they work>

>>44953398
>Also how is Misri doing on the sims the Admiral gave us? How do they work>
She hasn't even started on the sims yet.

>>44953328
1. She's not too mad about it. Jennis is a very reasonable person once you explain the whole situation.

2. Kuvasz thinks its neat. He's hunted something like Spikey One before on Kashyyyk. Vikker thinks it looks tacky. Misri doesn't want to be anywhere near it.

3. R5 and R3 are fine with another astromech buddy. Sparks and Lev however are in agreement that they can't let this alliance grow any bigger. So they are formulating a non-astromech union that will strike if their interests are not represented aboard the ship.

>>44953342
>>44953350
1. Next thread might be Sunday if I don't feel like Libby that day not that I'd bully her.

2. Lots of things happened on Naboo. And it wasn't just one random girl either. And it also involved stealing something from a Gungan holy place.

The girls weren't involved with it, Rhys just thought they were all hot.

>>44953351
>>44953370
>>44953391
Latent force sensitivity. They detected it back at the Proving Ground but they couldn't quite piece together if you were actually force sensitive due to them not being very good Inquisitors.

>>44953398
1. Probably, if you had chosen to steal one.

2. R2-L20, fully stock but also coming with decryption programming.

3. They sat around on the ship waiting for you to come back. Misri especially was curled up in her bed, awaiting the dreaded news that you crashed and destroyed her speeder.

4. Barely operational.

5. She hasn't started. But they work by basically projecting a holoscreen around the cockpit window and simulating various events. Hardest one is the Coruscant Run, which is specifically designed to be impossible to beat.

>>44953467
>So they are formulating a non-astromech union
Will they feel better if we bring aboard an assassin droid or medical droid?

Come to think of it, a medical droid would be a good investment, simply because none of us are actually good at medicine.

>>44953467
What type of personality does R2 comapred to the others have?

Do the sims work on the N-1 Fighter despite it's condition?

Any upgrades inbetween the threads?

So Rhys fucked all the handmaidens....

>>44953539
Maybe. They just don't want astromechs muscling in on their workload. They want to be important too.

>>44953552
1. R2 actually has an incredibly melancholy personality, comes with being alive for 30 years with no memory wipe and having to spend most of that life in a junkyard because no one wants him.

2. The sims work on any starfighter. It's basically sort of like a holoprojector mixed with a modified gaming console.

3. No upgrades.

4. Maybe. There were some pilots involved too.

>>44953598
What would have happen if all the girls on Naboo heard of his return?

So how is sex inside a N-1 Starfighter?

>>44953694
1. Nothing good.

2. Cramped, but cozy. Would only be good for a ride or too.

>>44953598
Would R2 teach R5, R3, and Misri how to operate the N-1 Starfighter considering the former are astromechs and because it's R3?

Also how does the fire control work on the Lion's Share? Like does it all operate on the bridge or are there seperate gunners needed for each weapon system?

>>44953724
When do we teach Misri hand to hand and how to shoot?

When does she become a better pilot than Rhys and make him question his masculinity?

Abandons him like lottie did when?

>>44953598
But one is a death machine and one operate's the ship when no one is around. Astromechs or the costodians and mechanics on the ship.

I mean can you imagine Sparks mopping the floor inside the ship.

Speaking of, how much space do we have left?

>>44953724
Just to double check is there any other problems with the N-1 fighter besides the one R5 pointed out?

>>44953831
1. Maybe, if he feels like it.

2. It operates from a separate weapons control system towards the back of the ship, where the droids can plug in and start shooting. Otherwise, there are also manual ports for the turret guns above the ship for human crew members. As well as there being automatic control at the bridge as well. Multiple redundancy in a sense.

>>44953845
1. When you get around to it.

2. When she starts flying regularly.

3. When she realizes Rhys isn't actually a cool guy.

>>44953847
Sparks DOES try to mop the floor in the cargo bay. It's a very clumsy effort to get your attention, but he tries.

Also, I'm honestly not sure. I'll let you know next thread though.

>>44953871
Nope.

>>44953947
But Ryhs is a cool guy

>>44953967
Rhys drinks himself to death alone in a broken down R-22. She took the ship and the droids when she left.

>>44953947
Does he get notice or recognized for his efforts?

WOuldn't he bump his head in the Cargo bay?

But Rhys is a cool guy?

>>44953967
>>44953995
>>44954056
1. Not really. Misri is the only person who really notices that he tries at least.

2. Yes. It's hilarious.

I actually like to think of Rhys as a pretty straight villain if he wasn't a Quest MC. There's some groundwork there, the casual racism, the womanizing, the greed, etc. It's all really buried very well underneath a well-cultivated Han Solo personality.

>>44954083
There is nothing wrong with any of those things in my opinion as long as it's under moderation.

Besides anon's helps build him partially as a character.

>>44954083
So once Misri realizes he's a terrible creature she'll bail on him. Can't wait.

>>44953947
So one Astromech and Lev at the controls can function all the weapons systems at the Lion's share?

>>44954083
Now I can understand what your getting at, but at the same time while having negative qualities you have presented his person as deeply caring for the crew, and concerned for others, like the people on lotte's ISD or standing in the gap for the civilians at Manan against Filli's attack, etc. I acknowledge that while the general decisions regarding our crew and others are player driven you've done well to characterize our choices as his own from Rhy's perspective/internal monologue. And while certainly and while I'd never think him a saint what with the people popping up who Rhy's has stabbed in the back the classical characteristics of a hero (Facing danger courageously, selfless actions, etc.) are present. He doesn't come across as roguish in the Hollywood hypocritical way, but more genuinely conflicted and well meaning. Greedy as well hahaha. Oh and I am looking forward to shopping! Will our companions be buying things for themselves as well? Any teasers or ideas for unique items.

>>44954083
I always saw him more as a Malcom Reynolds type. Not a good guy, not an evil guy.

A bit bad to everyone, good to his crew, and his friends.

>>44954280
1. Yep.

>>44954291

2. Yeah. Honestly, it's all up to you how Rhys develops over the Quest and what his eventual ending will be.

3. Vikker and Kuvasz will definitely be looking at blasters to complement their A280Cs. Misri wants some parts for the N-1.

Also no teasers. Mostly because I haven't come up with anything yet.

>>44954334
What can I say? He aims to misbehave.

I'm actually kinda hoping that we don't find the Katana fleet. Does anyone else feel that way?

>>44954368
I'm a bad person and would love for him to drink himself to death and die alone in the gutter. After Kusvas dies, Vikker moves on, and Misri joins some new order for great justice.

But I don't think anons will back an awful ending like that.

>>44954368
>What can I say? He aims to misbehave.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6chJJlMs0jI

>>44954368
What is the damage and condition of Misri's Starhawk?

Also how is our Power condition for the ship considering the extra weapon systerms, emergency boosters, an shield generators?

Maybe we should invest on upgrading a new power generator.

>>44954368
How exactly did we get the N-1 fusilage back to the ship? For that matter, how did it get taken down?

>>44954401
1. That kind of ending isn't out of the question though.

>>44954408
1. Only a few scratches and dings. Nothing Misri can't fix by next thread.

2. It's actually nearly at full capacity so buying a new power generator would be prudent.

Anyway it's late, so I should head to sleep. Night everybody.

>>44954442
R5 and R2 flew it here, with great difficulty. It was shot down during the Naboo crisis.

>>44954368
Feels like we've gone a long way and often cut things too close with just our starting blasters and the shield unit (We have the disintegrater too but that thing is often not on us unless we're going in hot, both violence and space Geneva convention wise). I'm feeling its time for some more personnel weapons and armor upgrades. Oh we've made good use of the grenades too, maybe there'll be more types. Also it occurs to me our fighter is bog standard other than jawa aesthetics and a poor man's ECM. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!

>>44954442
Nevermind the second, I reread the thread. I still don't know the first.

>>44954450
OH. I thought it was the one that crashedinto the tunnel.

>>44954463
Not much we can do on upgrades unless we invest ourselves in heavier weapons which might be a problem.

>>44954450
http://pastebin.com/GhipxW4w

Here is the updated pastebin.

>>44954401
That ranks as #2 on the possible ending scale for me.

#1 being our heroic death in the face of insurmountable odds
#3 being us rejoining the Empire as a pilot.
#4 being actually retiring on a quiet world and living out our days as the galaxy goes to shit

>>44955731
Why are all your preferred endings so depressing.

>>44955822
Realism