The shuttle door opens, and you step out onto the Anobis Space Station. It's small, by Imperial standards - 10,000 Meters floorspace, in total. There's a warehouse section, a residential section, a merchant's section, and, of course, the hangar section, where you stand now.

The WRFs filter off of the shuttle after you. They're currently in civilians, but they carry their sidearms - light pistols - and have commlinks keeping them in touch.

The air here on the station is stale, and tastes of fuel. The recyclers seem to be deteriorating in quality - no money to keep them maintained, you suppose. The hangar is actually quite clean - this must be the one they use to keep up appearances for other officers. It's standard Imperial hangar layout. As you take it in, the station commander strides in the door.

"Admiral Cain! Good to have you onboard. Our station isn't much, as you can see," he says apologetically. "But I hope you'll find your time onboard comfortable. My... limited forces are on standby, ready to assist with whatever you need."

>Thanks for the offer, but I have my own forces.
>I'd be happy to have their help.
>Ignore him
>Other

>>1099165
>>Thanks for the offer, but I have my own forces

>>1099165
>Thank you, however I've recently had some issues with some folks elsewhere for the short while please keep your men solely on stand by, they'll be needed soon and fully rested... also nicely cleaned hanger. I approve

>>1099165
>>Thanks for the offer, but I have my own forces.

>>1099189
Seconding

>>1099189
Thirding

>>1099189
Fourthing.

>>1099165
Orangie is kill?

Question: if we have the relevant production and r&d facilities, can we make our own designs for vehicles and ships?

I got an idea for a heavy speeder:

capacity for 6 guys, one driver, one heavy blaster dude and 4 troopers that can hook themselves into the sides and sit in colapsable seats.

Gunner position would have a shield at the gun and somewhat elevated so that he can shoot the heavy blaster 360 degrees. Also magnetic locks on the bottom to prevent the gunner from flying out at the slightest maneuver.

The pilot seat should be armored with a canopy

Primary armament for the speeder replaced with 2 anti armor missiles within the tubes.

Extra armament in the back that deploys a wide firing countermeasure of 50~ darts that explode 0.2 seconds after contact, to chase off/fuck up enemy speeders as the primary purpose.

Should all in all be 2-3 times the size and overall cost of the average iconic speeder

Thoughts on my autistic ramblings?

>>1100069
We talk about this kinda stuff in the discord.

"I appreciate the offer, Governor, but your men would be put to better use on standby. They will be needed soon, I promise. Oh, and nice hangar."

You proceed into the station. The hangar leads into the merchant's deck. Stores and stalls line the narrow, harshly lit corridors. Mouse droids dart around the paths, leaving clean trails in their wake. Large signs proclaim the sale of everything from assorted civilian clothing to mining contracts. There's even a small weapons store, guarded by a Stormtrooper.

The WRFs split up into pairs and head out to begin casing the station. You could feasibly goof off, as all decks should be covered, or you could do your damn job.

>Go shopping
>Go "shopping" (case merchant deck)
>Case residential deck
>Case hangars
>Case warehouse section
>Other

>>1101234
>>Go "shopping" (case merchant deck)

>>1101186
Mkay
>>1101234
>Go "shopping" (case merchant deck)

>>1101234
>go shopping, casing time

You doubt anyone here is directly dealing with the rebels, but some may know suspicious smugglers, or may have been approached to smuggle themselves. Which do you check out first?

>The weapons stall
>Miner's stall
>Mechanic's stall
>Other

>>1101573
>>The weapons stall

>>1101573

>Mechanic's stall

>>1101573
>Mechanic's stall

>>1101573
>Mechanic's stall

You stop in at the mechanic's stall. The shopkeep, a Rodian, is in the back, working on a droid's internals. A mining droid's internals. Hmmm. In the front of the store, assorted tools - hydrospanners, laser welders, and such - hang on racks. Mods and upgrades for civilian speeders and starships sit on shelves. It's all pretty low-quality.

>Let him finish what he's doing
>Interrupt him
>Take a look around the store
>Other

>>1101817
>Take a look around the store
But make sure to angle ourselves so we never lose sight of him, just incase he does something suspicious.

>>1101817
>Take a look around the store

>>1101817
>Take a look around the store

>>1101817
Oh shit I actually caught the quest when it's running, nice.

>Take a look around the store

It's all quite boring; there are some blaster mods, but it's honestly just lenses to turn blaster fire different colors. There's a portable prosthetic maintenance kit that catches your eye.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1102323
Gib illegal stuff senpai.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1102323

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1102323

>82 - success!

You see the mechanic take something out of the droid and slip it in his pocket. Weird.

Other than that, nothing catches your eye. This vendor would need to be insane to sell any illegal items with a Stormtrooper less than six meters away.

>Confront the mechanic about his slight of hand
>Talk to the mechanic, ignore what he put in his pocket
>Leave, it's obviously just a regular store
>Other

>>1102408
>Talk to the mechanic, ignore what he put in his pocket, Talk about Mechanic stuff.

>>1102408
>>Talk to the mechanic, ignore what he put in his pocket

>>1102408
>>Talk to the mechanic, ignore what he put in his pocket
Although, if we can work it into casual conversation, ask him.

"Hey, I'm looking for a good pros kit. Would you recommend this one? It looks pretty good, but, well, looks can be deceiving."

The Rodian finishes tweaking a wire in the droid, and takes a glance over his shoulder.

"What, the JensenWorks Portable kit? Yeah, it's a pretty good one. It has some stuff for repairing it, whatever, all in that little case there."

He double takes.

"But hot stars, you might not ever need a rep kit. That thing you got there's mil-grade, if I ever seen it. You must be a miner, then. Lotsa heavy-duty work when the droids break down."

He smacks the droid he's working on. Its lights flicker for a few seconds, as if it's powering up, and then they shut off. The rodian swears.

"This hunk of junk, for instance. It's a hundred and twenty five years old, you think they would've replaced it by now."

He shrugs.

"Ah well, I'm kinda growing attached. This thing comes in for repairs every damned half-year now. She's almost like a part of the family."

He freezes.

"Ah, shit, I started rambling again, didn't I," he curses, looking at your bemused face. "What do ya need?"

>Well, I was hoping you could point me in the direction of some traitors... (reveal yourself)
>I was looking to grab this kit, actually. How much?
>What'd'ya slip in your pocket there?
>Other

>>1103582
>I was looking to see if you knew more about the portable kits and other modification I could get done to my arm.

Chat him up. He'll slip up at some point.

>>1103595
>>1103582

>>1103595
This

"Oh, it's fine," you assure. "I was just scouting around for anything that I could upgrade my arm with. It has a grapple installed right now, and I've got the module for a holdout blaster, but I was looking for something else."

The rodian takes a longer look at your arm, which you're now presenting to him.

"I'm not sure I have the kits or the skills to upgrade that thing. You'd need to go to a specialized bionics vendor to have that upgraded. All the basic 'upgrade' kits I have here would severely downgrade you. But, at the bionic stores, they have some really cool shit - ray shield generators, fold-out vibroblades, etcetera. But you'd need a permit for all those."

You shrug,

"I wasn't really expecting to find anything here anyway. Just looking for some advice. Anyway..."

>I should be going. Thanks for the advice.
>What'd you take out of the droid? (Ask about what's in his pocket)
>Other

>>1105248
>What'd you take out of the droid? (Ask about what's in his pocket)

Might as well confront him over it, see how he reacts to it

>>1105280
>>1105248
I'll back this.

>>1105280
Thirding

>>1105280
Backing

"So, what'd ya take out of the droid?"

He starts a little, dropping his wrench.

"Uh. Oh. Huh. Well. I'm... not sure? It's something I haven't seen before."

"May I take a look?"

He shrugs. "Why not?"

He reaches into his pocket, and hands you a small little glowing vial. It has a bunch of wiring and what looks like a computer chip soldered on. You...

>Roll 1d100-10

Rolled 47 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1106624

Rolled 5 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1106635
Reroll I guess

Rolled 71 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1106624

Fuck it's a bomb

Rolled 63 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1106624
Oh boi

Rolled 98 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>1106624

Spaec master, it's +-10. It's stupid, but that's the way it works. You need to fix it and reroll before we proceed.

>>1106753
No need, we have three rolls already.

>>1106761
Oh yeah, I'm dumb.
>88

"Shit. This is... interesting. It's an acid bomb. That vial must be vacuum packed. But this computer chip looks like it could remote control the droid. Good work...uh. What's your name?"

"Jeeq Tlion. Glad I caught it..?"

>Janus Cain.
>Admiral Janus Cain.
>Jack Forester.
>Other?

>>1106777
>Janus Cain.
We're off-duty rn.
those trips are a good omen

>>1106777
>>Janus Cain.

>>1106777
>Janus Cain.

>>1106777
>Janus Cain

"Janus Cain. No problem, really."

You give him some credits for his efforts and head out.

Your comm beeps at you as the reports from the WRFs come in.

"Residential section is clear of suspicious marks."

"Merchant deck, clear."

"Warehouse deck. We may have something here."

You click the broadcast button.

"All right. WRFs, converge on the warehouse deck. Eyes out for trouble."

You walk down to the warehouse deck, sighting some of your taskforce around, doing their best to look casual as they all board the same turbolift. Dumbasses. You hop on a lift separate from your Darkeyes, and head down by way of two redirections.

Your group is nonchalantly gathered in a few clusters around the location that the team that found this thing indicated.

It's a large cargo crate, one of those standard modular types. It's sealed, but your practiced eye sees signs of a recent opening - blown away dust near its entrance, for instance.

A quick perimeter check assures you that no one else is in the vicinity.

"Alright..."

>Open it up.
>Space it.
>Other

>>1106999
>Other

Scan it, someone does have a scanner right?

>>1107024
>>1106999
It would be stupid not to

>>1106999
>SCan it and move it near an air-lock, Get ready to vent it if shit goes tits up.

>>1106999
>Open it up.

Les do dis

"Do we have a scan of that box?"

"Yessir," one of Charlie replies. "She's shielded. Can't get a good read. Manifest reads mining droids, but we didn't see any when we opened it up - just a bunch of boxes."

"Get this moved near an airlock. I want to be able to space it if anything goes wrong."

A powerloader droid soon comes and deposits it next to an airlock. It then clears the space around.

"Alright, crack it open."

One of Gamma levers it open. Exactly what was reported - stacks of sealed boxes. Not a single mining droid in sight.

"Weird."

You move in, carbine up, ready for anything. You crack a box...

"Holy mother of fucking hell that is a lot of firepower."

This box contains at least sixty A280 assault rifles, with loaded power packs. The next box - twenty E-Web blasters. Attachments for droids - auto-targeting laser turrets. Grenades. Even ten thermal detonators.

"Whoever delivered this has access to a whole lot of death," says Hitscan. "And they want to keep the blood flowing."

>Confiscate it
>Track it, see where it goes
>Check the manifesto
>Other

>>1107322
Track it, see where it goes, check the manifesto, let whoever was going to get/ship it do so, and follow them.

>>1107322
Track it, rig it to explode on a remote trigger.

>>1107322
>Track it, see where it goes, Install knock out gas grenades.
>Check the manifesto

>>1107322
>Check the manifesto
>Track it, see where it goes
>Rig it to explode on a remote trigger

Would be as simple as hooking up a transmitter to just one of those thermal detonators

"I want tracers rigged on every box. See where this thing's going. Get it moved back into place. Also, someone grab me a manifesto..."

Later, back in your quarters on the Gambit, you read through the manifesto. It reads:

Crate 1: 4 dozen mining droids and assorted powerpacks. DELIVERED TO ANOBIS STATION.
Crate 2: 5 metric tons of fertilizer. DELIVERED TO ANOBIS STATION.

The rest of the crates' listings are various luxury items. It's all registered to a ship called the "Freedom's Cry." It passed through Anobis less than a day ago. Its captain is a Mon Calamari called Car Ibus. He didn't report a planned route.

It's a new day, by your clock. You feel rested. You don your armor, take up your weapons, and eat a hearty, laughter filled breakfast with the Darkeyes, joking with each other about the WRFs, the rebs, everything. As breakfast is winding down, you say:

"So, the investigation needs to continue. I haven't read any movement from the crate as of yet, so that can wait. We should check out..."

>The miners
>The farmers
>The station (again)
>Other

>>1107498
>The farmers

Never trust a farmer, they're always up to something

>>1107498
>The farmers

>>1107498
>Yourself

Never trust anyone
Not even yourself

No but really, I'd put my bet on farmers.

>>1107498
>The miners

That appears to be where they are gearing up to hit between the sabotage vial we found and where the crates are going. There might be a group they are funneling towards so they can pull off a false flag op

>>1107521
Miners should have access to more wealth to aquire weapons and ship the main resources to produce said weapons though, unless this place operates on a plantation system and the mines are serf based.

>>1107562
Mining is hazard pay. What do farmers have? The next crop which might fail? They've always got a side business to fall back on, be it moonshine or smuggling

>>1107498
>>1107553
Supporting!

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"...the farmers. I want to cover the Rebel sympathizers before we investigate the miners."

The farmers are hard to get to agree to your visit, but eventually they come around. You're told to land at a location central to the farmer's land. It has a few buildings clumped together; a school, a hall where the council meets, a cantina, a marketplace - which is more a loose collection of stalls - and an outdoor storage area, with boxes draped with tarps loosely arranged within a fence.

You land on one of three tiny landing pads, to the immediate west of the town. You can hear the ancient metal of it shriek as it bears the weight of your shuttle. The door hisses open, and the bright sun of Anobis almost slaps you in the face with its intensity.

You and Gamma are operating under the cover of some people "generously" brought down from the station for some fresh air and natural gravity. You are dressed in civvies, but your heavy pistol hangs at its clip, and your lightsaber is tucked into your left sleeve.

1: Shuttle
2: Storage
3: Market
4: Cantina
5: Meeting hall
6: School

>Head to (1/2/3/4/5/6)
>Other

>1. Shuttle
>3. Market
>2. Storage
>4. Cantina

In that order

>>1108453
>>1108437
Why not

>>1108453
This

You walk back into your shuttle. You aren't sure why.

The market is at a low level of bustle. People mill about, behind stalls, wandering between them. A cool breeze only offers slight relief from the sun's glaring gaze. Large, homemade signs offer almost every agricultural item in the known galaxy, it seems. Some offer tools, fertilizer, and one stall offers delivery services.

>What do you do?

>>1108622
Buy a souvenir and a small amount of expensive non-perishable food, then use that as a setup to butter up the delivery guy. He knows what goes in and out of this town. It's our best bet unscrewing the cap of the rebel operation as far as the farmers are concerned

>>1108622
>What do you do?
Look for a potted plant to keep in the stateroom. Go to the nearest pub or find Jess to begin inquirys

>>1108622
Appear to be vigorously shopping while secretly waiting for >>1108665 to happen

>>1108665
>>1108891

Seconding these

You shop around, and find some nice greenery to keep in your personal quarters on the Gambit. The shopkeepers are all quite professional, but none of them seem happy to see you - you swear you heard one mutter "fuckin offworlders" as you left his stall. You also pick up some incredibly delicious purple fruits, as big as your fist. They run with juice as you bite into them, and provide as much hydration as sustenance.

You turn a corner around a stall, and run smack into Jess Tenner! Her eyes go wide with recognition for a second, but a finger to your lips and her expression turns to one of realization.

"Hey there... Ian! Nice to see you around."

"You too, Jess. Hey, wanna head to the pub for some drinks?"

"Yeah, sure!"

The cantina is bustling a hell of a lot more than the market. Two harried women rush around, bringing drinks and food. It smells deliciously of cooking food. [bold]The din is loud enough that you can definitely avoid eavesdroppers.[/bold]

You order what Jess recommends, and talk while you wait for your food.

"So, Janus, why are you in Town?"

"Investigating the attack on the peace talks. You?"

"I run a little police station out of the town hall. Most of the 'criminals' we chase down are just varmints chewing on some old farmer's crops. I've only got two others, but I'm kinda the Chief by default. Someone needs a lawbringer, they come to me," she says proudly.

>Anything strange going on in town?
>Tell me more about the police station.
>Anything you can tell me more about the town?
>Other

>>1109296
>Anything strange going on in town?
>Other
"What's a good name for a potted plant? Collin?"

>>1109296
>Anything you can tell me more about the town?
>Other
What side operations do the farmers run? Every farmer does something on the side

>>1099138
>ADMIRAL
Thought it was First Admiral? Or Grand Asmiral?

>>1110207
Such grand titles are unbelievable in the first place.

>>1109296
>Anything you can tell me more about the town?
>Anything strange going on in town?

>>1110207
SUPPORT JANUS CAIN FOR GRAND ASSMIRAL OF THE IMPERIAL NAVY

"Anything else interesting bout the town?"

"It's the only real area that we farmers meet up. Not much else."

"Anything strange going down?"

Jess brushes her hair back.

"Yeah. Some shady looking folks I ain't ever seen before were hanging around the council members yesterday. Only caught glimpses of them, but there was two bothans and a human. They were talking to Silaf."

"Silaf?"

"Head councilman - or, well, most senior. The votes generally go with him. He's... the closest thing to a politician you'll find out here on the plains."

You nod. You know exactly what she means.

"Know any good names for a potted plant?"

She looks at you with a mixture of shock, confusion, and amusement.

"I... what? Uh... Lasse?"

You nod. "Sounds good."

She laughs. "You are a man of many mysteries, Janus."

You smile. "Is that good or bad?"

She grins. "Good."

>Keep chatting
>Go see this Silaf
>Other

>>1112496
>>Go see this Silaf

>>1112496
>>Keep chatting
>Other Send some Troopers to go Pickup This Silaf For a private Chat, Discretly if we can

>>1112496
>>Keep chatting
>>Go see this Silaf

>>1112604
One or the other.

>>1112496
>Go see this Silaf

Best to go ourselves with back up available, maybe he rejected whatever the outsiders offered him

>>1112807
Doubtful.

I'm partial to sending the troopers for him. Establishes our dominance.

>Go see this Silaf
But let's discreetly observe him first, it would be best if we catch him and his rebel friends in the act of sedition.

"Well then, I'm off to see Silaf. Sounds like he could be the man I'm hunting."

Jess grimaces. "Hunting makes it sound like you plan on killing him."

"I may have to, Jess. If he's keeping the fires of this war burning..."

She nods. "Do what you need to keep the peace."

The walk to the hall is short, about two minutes at your brisk pace. It's probably the largest building in the town by floorspace. Small wood double doors open into a large, open-aired atrium. Two more doors presumably lead into the closed room for winter conferences. A few other doors lead into personal offices.

There's nobody here.

>Explore the personal offices
>Look into the conference room
>Other

>>1114330
>Explore the personal offices

>>1114330
>Explore the personal offices

>>1114330
Personal offices.

>>1114330
>>Look into the conference room

>1d100

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1114456

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1114456

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1114456

>>1114458
>>1114470
>>1114480

You know I was really happy about this until I remembered that I wasn't in the Rogue Trader quest anymore and these are shit rolls here

>>1114495
Trust me, I realized that too.

>>1114495
>>1114501
least it wasnt a one (can you say missing another limb already)

>>1114495
I was wondering about the vendiagram of this and RT Quest...

>>1114657

You mean like player overlap?

You search through all the doors, but in Silaf's office, all you find is a half-eaten sandwich and a stack of marked papers in the 'out' box.

>Read through the papers
>Leave
>Other?

>>1115130
>Read through the papers

>>1115130
>Leave

Go check the conference rooms

>>1115130
Papers

>>1115130
>Find whoever left that sandwich

>>1115130
>>Leave

>>1115130
>Take the Papers before leaving.

You leaf through the papers. Records off off-world sales... incoming off-world shipments... and -

"A visa for off-world travel... to Bothawui." You activate your comm. "Found something. Off-world travel visa, for Bothawui. Looks like Silaf plans on clearing out."

Hitscan's voice crackles back.

"If he's planning on getting off-world, something big is about to go down. We need to find Silaf, fast."

"He isn't here. Probably packing his things to run, the coward. We could catch him at home, if we hurry."

"He'll need to come back for the visa! We could just sit on it and wait for him," argues Breeze.

>Get him at his house
>Wait for him here
>Other?

>>1116419
>Other?

This is exactly the reason we have a large team, dispatch a squad to go to his house and establish surveillance, if he is heading back here then don't step in but if he ends up heading anywhere else or gets taken in by people other than us then we can move in.

>>1116419
>Wait for him here
>Send some people too the space port and hangers to make sure he dones't escape.

>>1116426
Supporting this

>>1116419
>Other?
Fire up the interdictor, shut down the system

>>1118786
Unfortunately, the Interdictor's gravity well generators were damaged over Carida. It can barely disrupt missiles around it, much less lock down a system.

I'm seeing consensus towards sending the WRFs to take him down.

>Send one squad, have the rest cover in between and here
>Send 3, have 2 cover in between and here
>Send yourself and the Darkeyes, have WRF cover here
>Other

>>1122209
>Send yourself and the Darkeyes, have WRF cover here
He's probably at home, so that's where the action will be.

But we should cover our bases and keep some men here. Take the off-world permit with us though.

Also, comm our flagship and tell them to not permit any ships to leave the planet. Any that do not comply will be shot down / boarded.

>>1122209
>Send yourself and the Darkeyes, have WRF cover here
Put the joint group on a shuttle ready

>>1122209
>Send yourself and the Darkeyes, have WRF cover here