Star Wars: Silent Destiny

Session 30
In Which Caster Negotiates with All His Tact and Charm

[Jillyfae is playing R4-J16.]

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III
THE EYE OF OBLIVION

Trouble has found Silent Destiny’s crew once more, on Kes-Varn’s homeworld of Iridonia.

In Capital Square, Kes and Bella Nox escaped from Dagos Tull’s brutal thugs. Hoping to return Balin Nerr’s cargo to its original buyer, they have commandeered a delivery speeder truck, piloted by a young Iridonian girl named Kala-Zen.

Their plan is thwarted when they learn that Caster, Kay, Zeva, and R4-J16 have found the long-lost Vainglory in Wortan. But they have also found Niknik Kuat — and Marius Krath, one of the infamous HOUNDS OF WINTER

SESSION 30

Caster is amidships on Silent Destiny, with Niknik Kuat standing between him and the cockpit. J16 is further aft. Zeva has disappeared into one of the crew quarters.

“You’ve got it all wrong, Novastar. There’s a bounty on this ship, and her Captain. Well, the Captain we took her from. You’re just the way to the bonus.”
“Isn’t that right?” he calls over Caster’s shoulder.
A flush echoes through the hall as the fresher door slides open and the big, scarred ugly face of Marius Krath emerges, followed by the rest of him. “That’s exactly right,” he says with a toothy grin.

Caster:
“How am I in the way of that bounty on the thief that took this ship, exactly? Because, I’m not exactly a friend of hers.”

GM:
“Silent Destiny is the bonus,” Niknik said. “To me, anyway. For Mr. Krath, she’s the real prize.”

Caster:
“Ah. That hunk of junk? Surely you’d prefer a ship that has some measure of status?”

GM:
Marius takes a step toward Caster. You can see that he wears four or five blasters. Fortunately he doesn’t have any drawn. For now.

Caster:
looks him over “I bet you’re great in bed.”

GM:
Niknik titters at that, until Marius glares him down.
Krath: “She IS long in the tooth, an’ no mistake. I’ve heard that you’re a reasonable man, Mister Novastar. Is that right?”

Caster:
“Reasonable enough to know that five blasters is far too many. Do you hold two in your feet? How do you stand?”

GM:
(Meanwhile, Zeva is calling Kay for help and getting attacked by the Hounds of Winter equivalent of a Cerberus Phantom)

R4-J16:
J16 attempts to use Caster’s excellently obnoxious distraction to slide slowly backwards out of sight (stealth 2 + rolled 2 = 4)

GM:
(vs a -1) J16 rolls Out of Sight, Out of Mind (succeed with style, 2 free invokes)
Krath grins. “Play grav-ball with me here, and I won’t have to show you.”

R4-J16:
(of course now I can’t remember what I wanted j16 TO DO once he was sneaky away. we’re anti-calling the port authority, right? Is Caster “wanted” by anyone? Would that be a helpful distraction?)

Caster:
“So I’m dealing with a rich playboy gestures at Nik-Nik and a punk who’s watched too many merc recruitment adds gestures at Krath. I guess I’ve got nothing better to do before I kick you off my ship. What’s your angle?”

R4-J16:
J16 attempts to find an out of the way access point to get into the ship’s systems and, firstly, ground it

GM:
The droid is able to engage safety interlocks to keep the engines from firing up without his code key.
(An aspect on the ship: Vainglory Grounded)

Caster:
(rolls a -1 + Flashy (1) + high concept (2) = +2 to create an advantage Can’t look away from the snark bucket)

GM:
(vs Clever +3)
Krath seems unfazed by the dig. “It’s like this, Mister Novastar. You want your ship back, and I want something that’s on the other ship. I believe we can come to an arrangement, here.”
(J16 gets a Clever +3)

Caster:
“The only things on that other ship are wrenches and grease. They don’t even have a mop. Trust me, I looked for one. But, I’m sure someone smarter than you has you thinking otherwise. What do you want?”

GM:
Krath seems a little thrown by the direction this conversation is taking.
He wags a finger at Caster. “Clever. I thought so.”
Krath: “What I’ve been told is that the ship’s previous captain left something on board, something they only called ‘the Eye of Oblivion.’ My job is to find that for our client. Everything else is just in my way.”

Caster:
“You’re kidding me, right? No one has named anything the ‘Eye of Oblivion’. How many holo-vids have you watched? What year do you think it is?”
“What do you really want?”

R4-J16:
J16, still at the globe, tries to connect to the port databases to see if NikNik or Krath are wanted by anyone, and, if so, if he can tell them where they are /right now/
(clever 3 +2 = 5)

GM:
“Believe me or don’t, I want to get onto Silent Destiny. I get the impression that you don’t have any loyalty to Captain Varn or her gang of misfits, so as far as I’m concerned, you help me, you can take your ship and be on your merry.”
Niknik: “That isn’t what we agreed to!”
Krath silences him with another icy glare.
J16 confirms what Black Sun’s database said: that the Hounds are not part of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild (since they bring their quarry in dead as often as alive), and that they’ve actually had recent conflict with them.
In particular, IG-88 wants to bring Marius Krath down for poaching his bounty on Mygeeto.

Caster:
“Niknik, you’re a bit out of your league here, although I assume that’s pretty normal for you. I need to pay attention to blaster-butt here because he might sit wrong and put a hole in my ship.”

GM:
Niknik: “Krath, you said that Novastar was MINE.”

Caster:
(roll +1, sneaky +5 = +6, attempting to add aspect wedge between allies)

GM:
(vs Sneaky +3, 2 free invokes)
Krath: “Hey, if you can catch him again, he’s all yours.”
“Take it up with the Broker. The Eye is the bounty of a lifetime.”

Caster:
“It always comes back to money. No one wants to do betrayal over aesthetic beauty.”
“Shame, really.”

GM:
(sudden cutaway to Silent Destiny lifting out of her docking bay, then a cut to the IG-2000 dropping out of hyperspace over Iridonia)
Niknik: “Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it, Krath. TRIPLE it.”

Caster:
“He probably can’t afford it, blaster butt. Don’t wear yourself out on the math.”

GM:
(Meanwhile, Kes and Bella are boarding a transport bound for this side of the planet which belongs to the same delivery company, thanks to the driver girl’s help)
Krath nods. “Pipe down, Niknik. Grown ups are talkin.”

GM:
Krath: (turning back to Caster) “So. Whaddaya say?”

Caster:
“I know you’ve got a tight schedule in-between body waxing or whatever you merc types do, so I apologize for needing a bit more info. What does this ‘Oblivion-whatcha-callit’ look like?”

GM:
Still unfazed: “It’s hidden in a holograph projector. One that the previous Captain gave the current one after the last vacation they took together.”

Caster:
“Got a picture of the projector? I don’t want to walk away with the wrong one.”

R4-J16:
J16 slides cautiously back out to check out the rest of the ship/look for Zeva

GM:
Krath shakes his head. “Nothin’ that detailed, no. I just know the image was captured in front of a waterfall.”
About this time Zeva emerges from the crew quarters, looking like hell warmed over.

R4-J16:
“*quiet warning beep*

Caster:
“Fair, fair. See, here’s the thing… I really just want you off my ship.” tries to dart between Niknik and Krath and make a break for the cockpit

GM:
(beat a +4)

Caster:
(rolled a +1, Quick +2, invoking wedge between allies +2 = +5)

GM:
Caster slips around the bazillionaire and charges up the corridor!
When he gets there, he finds a human pilot, wearing a Hounds of Winter uniform, already in his chair.

Caster:
(out of turn order) “Oh, hi.”

R4-J16:
J16 quickly tries to get back up to the fiasco to back up Caster (quick +1, rolled +3 =4)
(Quick arrival to taze NikNik with electric prod and get him out of commission)

GM:
Niknik turns to see the droid and catches the prod at waist height (Forceful 0)
Leaving him Frazzled and bestressed
Krath: “Fine. We do it the hard way.” He produces Weapons and Tools for all the Fools and burns Niknik Kuat down, leaving his path to the cockpit unimpeded.

GM:
The pilot turns in his chair, points a blaster at Caster, and fires over his shoulder
(+2 to attack)
“Poork,” Krath calls into his comlink, “get out here now.”

Caster:
Caster quickly shimmies to the side. “No shooting on my ship!” (roll +1, quick +2 = +3)

GM:
The bolt flies wild over Caster’s shoulder.
Krath stops at the intersection, though, when he sees the white-haired girl come around the bend. “The seamstress,” he muses. “Still haven’t figured out your angle, but you’d best go back in that closet if you know what’s good for you.”
Zeva’s lightsaber flares into brilliant life. “I will KILL YOU if you touch him,” she growls.
(ran out of Fate points fighting the Ubese, compelled: Shadow of Order 66)

GM:
Krath’s surprise gives way to anticipation. “Haven’t fought a Jedi in a LONG time, girl. But that won’t be the first lightsaber I’ve taken.”
Zeva makes the Bruce Lee ‘bring it’ motion.

GM:
Zeva creates an advantage: I Am Not Afraid with a free invoke

GM:
New exchange: as Caster steps up to bat, a massive shadow eclipses the cockpit as Silent Destiny appears in the sky above you.

Kaylani:
Attempts a super-flashy-tricky landing right next to the Vainglory (+4)

GM:
(We have: Krath, J16, Zeva, Porrk?, Pilot, Caster)

Caster:
glances up, grins, snaps out his hold out blaster “Sorry, just not your year. Get out of my chair please.”
(rolled a +1, quick +2 = +3, trying to add aspect, “Look Ma, a hostage!”)

GM:
“Hey, a contract’s a contract.” But he’s shaken (aspect placed, 1 free invoke)
Krath drops one pistol, holsters another, and arms himself with a riot control baton before lunging at Zeva
(Quick +4 vs Zeva’s +4, spending the one Fate point she just earned)
But now Zeva’s brought him into striking distance
(Forceful +3 vs his +4) But his technique suggests he really HAS defended himself against lightsabers before.

R4-J16:
J16 attempts to grab Krath’s dropped pistol and use it against him (clever +3 roll +1 = +4)

GM:
(vs 4) Krath’s armor is stronger than it looks, but J16 gains a boost
The door to the fresher behind J16 opens, and the flabby bulk of a Gamorrean in Hounds of Winter garb trundles into view. He swings a very large hydrospanner at the droid
(
6 attack) It clangs against his dome, leaving him Dented

R4-J16:
fails to quickly dodge (quick +1, roll +2=3)

GM:
The pilot fires at Caster again (+1)

Caster:
Caster ducks (rolled +3, quick +2 = +5)

GM:
(Caster gains a boost)

Caster:
sighs “Give it a rest.” fishes in pocket for a cred-stick “Look, I’m gonna need someone to pilot this thing when we’re done here, how about I buy out your contract right now, and you also help me a little bit in this minor dust-up.”
(rolled +0, careful +3 using ‘Everything has a Price’ stunt +2, invoking ‘Look Ma, A Hostage’ +2 = +7, trying to flip loyalties.)

GM:
Caster is barely to the end of the sentence before the man stands up and snatches the cred-stick. “Deal,” he announces.

Caster:
“We get into less firefights. You’ll love it.”

GM:
The pilot charges down the corridor firing at Krath, bellowing.
Krath is definitely more surprised than harmed (+2 vs +5). “Jaren, you little TWERP,,” he hisses, still locked with Zeva.

GM:
Zeva tries to make the most of even this tiny distraction.
(Forceful +6 vs Quick +2) The lightsaber catches him on the shoulder, taking two stress and leaving him with Another Future Scar (mild consequence)
“All right, enough o’ this,” Krath grumbles, pressing the button on his handheld control box that initiates Vainglory’s self-destruct.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Interlude: Close Quarters
In Which Zeva Defends Herself

I knew it, Zeva thought as the condescending voice of Niknik Kuat reached her from further down the Vainglory’s ring corridor. As she snapped her collapsible shock baton into service, though, she heard another, unfamiliar voice – but this one she knew, through the Force.

This isn’t just a trap; this is a TRAP! The blood in her limbs ran icy.

She fished her comlink out of her jacket pocket and backed away from the voices, sidestepping into a darkened crew cabin. Caster was sure to keep them talking long enough for her to send out a quick warning. Tell her to stay away. You can handle this!

“It’s a trap, Kay,” Zeva whispered as soon as the com’s light turned green. “Niknik Kuat is here, with one of the Hounds of Winter. The man we saw on Takodana. The one she told you about on Iridonia: Marius Krath. We’re at Docking Bay 607. Krath doesn’t know I’m here yet, b-”

The hairs on the back of her neck told her of the other in the room before the Force did. Zeva dropped to one knee and spun to face the stranger as he appeared before her, knife outstretched, slicing the back of her hand open and forcing her to drop the comlink. Hidden by an alien mask, the attacker’s face vanished from view in a shimmering haze. Zeva had just enough time to catch a glimpse of the familiar snow-wolf patch on the assassin’s shoulder before it, too, faded from view.

Stealth field generator. Strike while you still know where he is!

Zeva dropped a shoulder and lunged forward to slam the assassin against the wall, but he deftly avoided her charge. He’ll try to stab you in the side now, she thought, moving her arm to deflect the blade at the last moment. She turned again and jabbed the end of her baton into the assassin’s forearm, holding the button down until the coursing current made him drop his weapon.

The Jedi thought about stepping back, but there was nowhere to go; this room was like a glorified closet. Instead, she brought her knee up, hoping to knock the wind out of him – but he brought both hands down to block the kick, then drove both palms into Zeva’s stomach, winding her. Muttering something in a raspy whisper, the assassin wrested the baton from Zeva’s hands and struck her under the chin with it, sending her to the floor and painting her world in hot, painful colors.

She couldn’t pull herself together, couldn’t marshal her wits or her strength. She saw the assassin toss the baton away and pick up his knife. He was too slightly built to be human…

Caster, came a distant thought. He needs you. Caster needs you.

“Can’t,” she wheezed, and the assassin paused for a moment. “Tired. So tired.”

He’s going to kill you!

“Errybody dies.” Her tongue tripped over the words. The assassin rasped something in reply and crouched beside her, clamping one hand around the Jedi’s neck and raising the knife in the other. “S’way o’Force.”

Not here, not like this. Kaylani would never forgive you.

“Kay…”

She laid one hand on the outside of her jacket, knew how cold the metal cylinder was beneath the leather. She lifted it slightly, toward the creature looming over her. Zeva closed her eyes and found the secret switch inside the casing, gave it a gentle push through the Force.

Bright green flooded into every corner of the room as the lightsaber’s blade thrummed to life, piercing the assassin through something vital in his chest. The knife clattered uselessly to the floor, followed by its wielder as Zeva doused her weapon – her TRUE weapon.

Pity that Ilum was off-limits when my time came to build it. I wonder if the Empire knows about the caves…?

Focus. There’s nothing wrong with your lightsaber. As for what’s wrong with you, well, you don’t have time for pain. Get up. There’s work to do.

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Session 29
In Which Kes and Bella Wrangle Their Cargo

[Relimited is absent; jillyfae is playing Bella.]

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III
THE EYE OF OBLIVION

Trouble has found Silent Destiny’s crew once more, on Kes-Varn’s homeworld of Iridonia.

In Wortan, Caster, Kay, Zeva, and R4-J16 have found the long-lost Vainglory. But they have also found Niknik Kuat — and Marius Krath, one of the infamous HOUNDS OF WINTER.

Meanwhile, in Capital Square, Kes and Bella Nox have escaped from Dagos Tull’s brutal thugs. They must return Balin Nerr’s cargo to its original buyer, but cannot until their speeder is repaired….

SESSION 29

Kay receives a call from Zeva: <whispering> “It’s a trap, Kay. Niknik Kuat is here, with one of the Hounds of Winter. The man we saw on Takodana. The one she told you about on Iridonia: Marius Krath. We’re at Docking Bay 607. Krath doesn’t know I’m here yet, b-” <message>

Meanwhile, in Capital Square…

Kes and Bella manage to get the speeder back to the docking bay where Silent Destiny USED to be.
You could press on and take the cargo directly to Jaleer Kortu, the original buyer, but the speeder might not take it.
It’s within your capacity to repair. Taking the time to secure the right parts will make it easier, but it’ll take time.
There’s also Bella’s shoulder to consider (which is also reparable).

Bella:
“I feel, however terrible it is to be so sensible, that we need to have reliable transport when we go speeding away again. Or there will be less speeding and more limping and possibly crashing.”
“Borrow, rent, steal? Unfamiliar vehicle should make it easier to get somewhere, as well.”

Kes-Varn:
“Not without taking a look at that shoulder, first. Come here.”

GM:
(You need a 2)

Bella:
“Yes, ma’am” /manages a smile/

Kes-Varn:
(Carefully fixing the shoulder is +4)

GM:
Kes doesn’t quite make it good as new, but the pain subsides, making it easier for Bella to move and work.
(Consequence ends after the next scene)

Bella:
/smile spreads into a proper toothy smirk/ “Well you are just full of pleasant surprises, aren’t you?”

Kes-Varn:
“I shoot people, sometimes I put them back together.” She flashes a brief smile. “Now what were you saying about relieving someone of their vehicle?”

Bella:
“Politely. Maybe? Seems like we’d be less likely to be spotted until /after/ we’ve finished our delivery.”

Kes-Varn:
“Yeah, this limper is gonna be noticed from a ways away.” She thumps the front of the broken-down speeder and hears a threatening creak. “I don’t usually STEAL speeders, though. Where do we begin?”

Bella:
“The trick is to convince some friendly and not to smart computer to /give/ us one, so it doesn’t even look like we’re stealing!”

GM:
Bella slices into a delivery company’s database to get a look at what vehicles are supposed to be in the area (Clever +6)
(generating a boost!)

Bella:
“Want anything in particular?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ eyes flash, a bit greedily, but she seems to bite down on it. “Something inconspicuous? We caused enough of a fuss on the way here.”

GM:
Bella finds an innocuous heavy speeder nearby.
She taps in an unscheduled delivery to your docking bay, and the speeder arrives five-ish minutes later.

Kes-Varn:
Kes nods in mild approval. “Impressive.”

GM:
A young Zabrak who barely looks old enough to drive gets out of the cab. “I’m sorry,” she says to you. “I have a delivery scheduled here, but I don’t see the package on my manifest.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes shoots Bella a brief, alarmed look. She didn’t wanna knock out a kid. “Well — that’s… are you sure? Can you double-check?”

GM:
She nods and heads back to the cab. “Computers, am I right?” she says brightly.
“D-1D, see if you can find….” She recites a tracking number with about as many digits as pi.

Kes-Varn:
While she’s checking, Kes elbows Bella. “What do we do?” she mutters under her breath.

GM:
A droid in the back of the truck beeps and rolls around inside where you can’t see.
Bella attempts to slice into the speeder’s computer from out here.

Bella:
/shouts out to the delivery girl/ “I’ll check with our order, see if I can find you anything!”

Kes-Varn:
Kes motions to the girl to draw her away from the Bella and the truck. “Did you make any other stops on the way, maybe leave something extra there by accident?”

Bella:
(3 clever +2 = 5)

GM:
The girl frowns, looks back at the screen, does a double take.

Bella:
barely refrains from whistling innocently

GM:
“Oh, wait, it’s my fault – I have a PICKUP, not a delivery. Three crates for Jaleer Kortu?”

Kes-Varn:
“That still doesn’t fix our delivery, but the pickup’s more important. Here.” She shoots Bella an approving grin.

GM:
“I’ll file a claim with the company, get the ball rolling for you.”
“D-1D, roll your rusty butt out here and get these boxes!”

Kes-Varn:
“Oh, uh — thanks.” She clears her throat. “I’ll help the droid, here.”

Bella:
“Ah, we can do our own claim. Gotta check on the next few deliveries scheduled, figure out if they’re all still in line or not, don’t we? Might as well do it all at once.”

GM:
The speeder’s ramp comes down and a loader droid that probably should have been retired when the Clone Wars were still going on trundles down and rolls over to your speeder.

Kes-Varn:
Kes fusses and pushes and pulls to help the ancient droid get everything moved

GM:
Girl: “Okay, if you say so. We should have these delivered within the hour.”
It goes MUCH quicker with Kes’s help.

Kes-Varn:
“Looks like you’ve got some extra seating. We’d like to make sure this delivery makes it.” Her smile is teasing, though.

GM:
“Oh, I dunno.” She rubs the back of her neck. “I’ve only been driving three months for this company; I’d hate for the boss to catch me breaking the rules…”

Kes-Varn:
“Well, I won’t tell your boss if you don’t.” She winks. “Unless he’s stowed under the seat, I’m sure he won’t find out.” (Sneaky 0)

GM:
“That… seems really weird.”

Bella:
/Bella barely manages not to laugh out loud in the poor girl’s face/

Kes-Varn:
Kes shoots Bella a Look. “Listen, kid, we already lost one package today, we’re really not looking to lose another one. The stuff in here is real rare, we’d all be in trouble if it was lost.”
(Clever 1 + 2 stunt Assertive = 3) (Forceful 2 + 2 stunt Assertive = 4)

GM:
The girl gasps and takes a step back from Kes. “All right,” she says. “I see your point. You two can ride with me, but don’t try anything, okay? I’ve got a hydrospanner right where I can get at it.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes gives her a solemn nod. “I’ve been hit in the face with a hydrospanner before. It ain’t pretty.”

GM:
D-1D rolls back into the truck, and the girl climbs into the cab.

Kes-Varn:
Kes yanks open the opposite door, again with the intention of assisting Bella in. Only to find there’s only space for one. She pauses and glances at Bella. “Um.”

Bella:
“Top or bottom?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sputters. “Uh— Wh- What?”

GM:
The girl becomes VERY busy adjusting her rear view mirror.

Bella:
/clicks tongue/ “Such suspicious minds. I mean I could sit in your lap. Is that better?” /winks/

Kes-Varn:
Kes stares at her, hang-jawed. Then it dawns on her. “Oh. Oh. In the— the truck.” She clears her throat. “Yeah, that makes the most sense. Can’t exactly chuck you in with the cargo, I suppose.”

Bella:
“We could certainly strap you down back there if you like that sort of thing, but I do prefer a proper seat.”

GM:
“Hey, who wants the radio?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ shoulders get rigid and she climbs into the seat. “Radio sounds great,” she says stiffly, keeping her eyes strictly forward.

Bella:
“A lovely idea, I agree.” /climbs in, trying not to grin/

GM:
The girl, too, steadfastly refuses to look at what’s going on next to her as the speeder lurches into gear.
This is about the time that Kes’s comlink begins to chime.“Tell them I’m driving as fast as I’m allowed to,” the girl says.

Kes-Varn:
“Should be fine. Drive safely, all right, let’s not risk ourselves and the cargo.” Kes shifts Bella around in her lap to get it from her pocket. “Captain here.”

Kaylani:
“Hounds of Winter set a trap, my Captain. Might need you to clean up a mess, depending on how bad a hole I’m about to fly into.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sputters and sits forward, almost dropping Bella. “Wait, what? A trap? The Hounds? Are the other still there?”

Kaylani:
“And Niknik Kuat, the bastard. Apparently! I don’t know yet, Wortan, Docking bay 607. Come be cavalry like, if you can? Might need it.”

Kes-Varn:
“We’ll get there soon as we can, but it might not be soon enough. Get them out of there, Kay. Safely. No unnecessary risks.”

Kaylani:
“Only the necessary ones, got it.”

GM:
Girl: “What sort of business are you IN?”
TO BE CONTINUED

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Session 28
In Which Lost Glory Is Found, But at What Price?

[jillyfae missed this session. Ellanutella played R4-J16 in the Caster scenes; Relimited played Bella Nox in the Kes-Varn scenes.]

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III
THE EYE OF OBLIVION

After crossing paths with the JUSTICE ACTION NETWORK and the GALACTIC EMPIRE on Dexus-12, Silent Destiny has returned to Kes-Varn’s homeworld of Iridonia.

In the Capital Square marketplace, Kes and Bella Nox are driving Balin Nerr’s cargo to the original buyer, Jaleer Kortu, pursued by agents of the odious Dagos Tull.

Meanwhile, Caster, Kay, Zeva, and R4-J16 take the ship to the city of Wortan, looking for the long-lost Vainglory, last seen in Shiri Torr’s possession….

SESSION 28

Caster:
“So, look, I know the Captain is off on her own and may be in danger… but… ship potentially! Rather exciting.”

GM:
(Wortan is unfamiliar territory to all of you.)

R4-J16:
J16 beeps, spinning his head to indicate the area. Do you know where you’re going or what you’re doing?

Caster:
tilts his head to the side “Don’t sound so skeptical. I’m like a bloodhound when it comes to my property.”

R4-J16:
He beeps, sharply sarcastic. It only took you two months.

GM:
(Caster’s tip was that the Vainglory was docked in bay 607 at the old spaceport)

Caster:
“I have no idea what you just said, so I’m going to take it as a compliment.”

R4-J16:
“Dwoo…….”

Caster:
“Anyway, to docking bay 607. Let’s go find my ship.”

GM:
Key elects to stay with the ship to deal with its fussiness.

R4-J16:
J16 slides over to the nearest computer port and attempts to download a map of the spaceport and any relevant news or alerts.
(Clever 2)

GM:
J16 downloads a map. Much of the news is about the explosion on Dexus-12 and the Empire’s promise of swift reprisal against the Justice Action Network.

R4-J16:
He sorts that out for later and offers the map projection to Zeva and Caster.

GM:
“We can take this alley here,” Zeva says, indicating, “and skirt most of the marketplace.”

R4-J16:
J16 beeps approvingly

Caster:
nods “Good plan. I’d like to scope out the ship first, maybe figure out a thing or three on who currently pretends to own it.”

R4-J16:
Plan confirmed, J16 immediately starts rolling down the indicated alleyway

Caster:
“hey— it’s my ship I should be in the lead!” darts after

GM:
Zeva follows. J16 can roll at quite a clip when he cares to.
While much business and traffic has moved to the more modern spaceport, it’s still quite busy here.The alley keeps you from going through the busy market that’s lived in the center of the port since time out of mindAnd soon you find Bay 607, the bay doors wide open.

R4-J16:
J16 draws to a halt and sticks himself behind some kind of cover (crates, or whatever’s around).

Caster:
crouches near J16

R4-J16:
J16 attempts to scan for people. (Careful 1)

GM:
There’s too many people around here for him to get a good reading. There could be somebody on board? Or not?

R4-J16:
He beeps in frustration.

Caster:
gasps quietly as he looks upon the long lost ship

GM:
Vainglory is there, just as Caster remembers her, none the worse for wear. The loading ramps are closed.

Caster:
Caster is uncharacteristically quiet

R4-J16:
J16 gives him a moment. Then he beeps a prompt. Let’s get a move on?

Caster:
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”
“J16, can you get a docking manifest? I want to know who is pretending to captain my ship.”

R4-J16:
J16 beeps affirmatively and rolls over surreptitiously to the Ubiquitous Terminal. He plugs in and downloads whatever he can about the ship that’s available locally — including where it came from and if it has an upcoming destination. But especially for the fake captain. (Clever 4)

GM:
Vainglory is listed as having recently arrived from Alderaan with a cargo of liqueurs. Captain Shiri Torr.

Caster:
swears
“Zeva…. can you do that thing to see if anyone is inside?”

GM:
She nods, and her eyelids flutter shut.

R4-J16:
J16’s receptors zoom in on Zeva curiously

GM:
(Zeva rolls poorly) “Yes. At least one person… I can’t be sure if there’s anyone else.”

Caster:
“Ok, team. I see two plans. One: we try to break in. We know that there is at least one person there who will not be happy about that. Two: we find Shiri and, uh, convince her, to give the ship back. Maybe with money. Maybe with force.”
“I don’t like either of these plans.”

R4-J16:
J16 blorps at the second idea.

GM:
“I don’t think J16 likes the second one,” Zeva offers.

Caster:
“Well, we can wait until it’s less crowded to steal it, but it looks like they’ve offloaded the cargo already. Dunno how long the ship will be here.”

GM:
“Most of these spaceports stay busy around the clock,” Zeva says. (It’s getting dark now, because it was day on the other side of the planet in our last session)

Caster:
“So, there’s no way to do this with less people watching. Lets hope it doesn’t get loud.”
gets up and starts walking towards the Vainglory

R4-J16:
J16 chirps in irritation and follows more slowly.

GM:
Zeva follows him, holding her shock baton against her forearm.

Caster:
(sneaky 5 + 1 = 6)

GM:
(Zeva Sneaky +2)

R4-J16:
(Sneaky 1)

Caster:
upon getting close to the doors, Caster takes a deep breath and does his best to dart around potential camera locations and keep out of window sight lines

GM:
The bay is still quiet as the three of you walk under the ship, out of sight of most of the windows and cameras.

Caster:
whisper “Ten credits says they changed the passcodes…” types the old one in

GM:
The ramp comes down, the pneumatic hiss luxury-quiet.

R4-J16:
J16 chirps in surprise and suspicion.
He chirps suggestively at Caster about the credits.

Caster:
darts up the ramp, pulling his hold-out as he goes

GM:
“Now isn’t the time,” Zeva tells J16 as she charges after Caster.

R4-J16:
J16 chirps mournfully and follows

GM:
The three of you make your way into the turbolift.

Caster:
still quiet “To the bridge. We can hold the ship there.”

GM:
As you make your way around the ring corridor, you hear a thump from the lounge (where the dejarik table is)

Caster:
“Run. Now!”

GM:
Caster runs to the corridor leading to the bridge, but there’s a man standing there, blocking his path. “Oh, good,” Niknik Kuat says. “You’re finally here.”

CUT TO:

Kes and Bella are in a speeder full of plant fibers; they just realized that they’re being followed.
There’s an older speeder gaining on you.

Kes-Varn:
“Please tell me what’s fun in being followed.”

Bella:
“That really depends on who’s doing the following.”

Kes-Varn:
“You’re gonna need to drive. Let’s swap seats.”
(Quick 3)

GM:
(+4 with Bella’s help)
Kes scooches under Bella’s arched behindus, and the speeder vaults over a bump in the road. The Cathar tries to get the vehicle back under control!

Bella:
(clever +3 rolled a 2 = +5)

GM:
The speeder’s trajectory evens out under the slicer’s clever guidance
leaving the Captain free to…?

Bella:
“Some warning next time, love.”

Kes-Varn:
“Aren’t surprises fun for you?” Kes pulls out her blaster rifle, sticks her body half out the window, and starts firing at the speeder following.
(Forceful 3)

GM:
The pursuer veers around in a serpentine fashion, sending other speeders crashing into the force fields along the roadside and taking only superficial damage itself

The driver guns the engine and tries to close the gap
(Bella, beat a +4)

Bella:
(clever 3 rolled a 0)

GM:
The speeder pulls up within a couple of meters from you!

Bella:
Bella pulls every trick she knows about making speeders go more, and lays on the throttle

Kes-Varn:
Kes aims for the driver. (Careful 4)

GM:
The driver swerves as the blaster fire erupts all around him, taking off a tiny piece of his ear but otherwise leaving him unscathed (gain a boost tho)

Bella:
Bella grabs Kes’s shirt, trying to brace her “You really should keep your arms and legs in the ride at all times.” Bella slams on the brakes
(quick 1 rolled a 0 = 1)(takes the boost, for a +3 overall)

GM:
The other driver plows into your rear end (phrasing). His head smacks against the dash with the wet thud of a melon and he slumps forward.
The passenger gets up and opens up on you with an old timey slugthrower.
(both defend vs +4 pls)
A spray of bullets rakes through the speeder!

Kes-Varn:
(Clever 4!)

Bella:
(quick 1 rolled a -1 = 0)
marks 2 stress, takes a mild consequence

GM:
Bella is lucky to come away from the burst with a Lacerated Shoulder
A third person gets out of the back of the other speeder and slides a metallic disc under your vehicle.
Bella GO!

Bella:
pulls the speeder around to try and give Kes a clear set of shots at their attackers
(clever + 3 rolled a 2 = 5)

GM:
Traffic is backing the eff up behind these bad guys, too.
GM:
(vs defense 0) The two bad guys are Flummoxed by the audacity of this maneuver
(success with style, two free boosts)

Kes-Varn:
Kes just starts blasting at them as the speeder turns about. (Forceful 3 – 2 + 2 (boost) + 2 (Cathar Got Your Tongue) = 5?)

GM:
She burns the slugthrower-wielding guy down like a candle. A cheap, gory candle.
Then the disc under the car explodes.

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ war-scream turns into a terror-scream.

GM:
Bella, defend against a +1

Bella:
(quick 1 – 3 = -2)

GM:
She can’t move the speeder in time, leaving it with a Compromised Transmission and getting a little bruised herself
(vs a Defense +1)

Kes-Varn:
She aims for his itty bitty brain. (Careful 3)

GM:
Sometimes you’re the windshield; sometimes you’re the mook who gets hurled into it
He slides down the hood and rolls off
And you see two gray dots on the horizon.

Bella:
pulls the speeder around, slower than she might like thanks to the slipping transmission

GM:
They seem to be flying toward your position

Kes-Varn:
Kes spits in their general direction as the speeder turns and peers over at Bella. “How bad is your shoulder?”

Bella:
“Just a bit of a scratch. I’m more worried about our friends on the horizon.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes pulls out the macrobinoculars from the glove compartment and takes a peek.

GM:
They’re TIE fighters.

Kes-Varn:
“Would it help if I got out and pushed?”

Bella:
“I don’t want them finding us faster because of how dazzling you are.”

Kes-Varn:
“I’ll chalk that up to your blood loss.”

Bella:
“Well, that’ll make it hard to keep thinking it after we patch up this shoulder.”
transmission grinds, but through gritted teeth Bella gets the speeder moving.

GM:
(roll it)

Bella:
(clever 3, rolled a 0 = 3)

GM:
Bella “coaxes” the speeder back to life and sends it puttering back to the docking port still reserved for Silent Destiny.

Bella:
“Glad to see that old trick with break tapping still works on those buckets of bolts.”

Kes-Varn:
“See? this is why we switched seats.” She helps Bella out of the speeder.

Bella:
“I thought it was to give me a show with some of that gunplay.”

Kes-Varn:
“I multitask.”

Bella:
“At that and many other things, I’m sure.”

CUT TO:
Niknik Kuat, grinning from ear to ear as he points a charric at Caster. (I guess he found one after all.)

Caster:
“Oh, man. Partnering with known outlaws. I assumed you were the scum of the earth when I met you, but it turns out, I was right!”

GM:
“You’ve got it all wrong, Novastar. There’s a bounty on this ship, and her Captain. Well, the Captain we took her from. You’re just the way to the bonus.”
“Isn’t that right?” he calls over Caster’s shoulder.

Caster:
blinks “No there isn’t.”

R4-J16:
J16 is puttering around towards the computer room.

GM:
A flush echoes through the hall as the fresher door slides open and the big, scarred ugly face of Marius Krath emerges, followed by the rest of him. “That’s exactly right,” he says with a toothy grin.

TO BE CONTINUED

https://youtu.be/q7qyfC_fMlI

Post credits sequence: Zeva, still in seclusion, starts radioing Kay.

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Session 27
In Which Kes and Bella Do Business with Dagos Tull

[relimited missed this session. While the party was split, jillyfae played Bella Nox]

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III
THE EYE OF OBLIVION

After crossing paths with the JUSTICE ACTION NETWORK and the GALACTIC EMPIRE on Dexus-12, Silent Destiny has returned to Kes-Varn’s homeworld of Iridonia.

Caster, Kay, Zeva, and R4-J6 take the ship to the city of Wortan, looking for the long-lost Vainglory, last seen in Shiri Torr’s possession.

Meanwhile, Kes and Bella Nox take the speeder to the Capital Square market, to stop the Zann Consortium from selling Balin Nerr’s cargo to the odious Dagos Tull…

SESSION 27

You are not sure how much time you have (if any) before the Zann Consortium guys will arrive at Tull’s warehouse, and there is quite a lot of traffic between you and there.
There appears to be a construction zone ahead that’s slowing everything down.

Kes-Varn:
“Of course they have to do it during peak hours”

Bella:
“You can’t expect sense out of a municipal construction crew, now can you?”

Kes-Varn:
“Yes. Yes, I can.”
“I won’t ever be rewarded, but I can.”

GM:
The large transport speeder ahead of you is not moving very fast when it does get a turn to move

Bella:
smirks “I do so enjoy your optimism.”

Kes-Varn:
She tries very hard not to honk. “This is why Kay does the driving and I do the riding.”

Bella:
“We need an alternative plan, is what you’re saying? Before you get out and start pushing people out of the way? I mean, I wouldn’t mind watching that, but it probably wouldn’t actually speed us up.”

Kes-Varn:
“I’d get arrested for road rage.” She rolls her shoulders. “It’s happened.”

Bella:
laughs “Oh, that’s a story I want to hear.”

Kes-Varn:
“There was traffic. I got out of the car. I raged. I got arrested.” She looks wildly around for a way to get out of this slow hell for an alternative route. Even if it’s not 100% legal.

Bella:
“See a handy alley way? Abandoned warehouse? Parked speeder we could use as a ramp to jump over them all?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes laughs at the latter suggestion.

GM:
There IS a maintenance path down below you, but you’d either have to hit the force field hard enough to break through it (Forceful), or hit it at just the right angle (Careful). Or get around it some other way…

Kes-Varn:
(Forceful 1)

Bella:
“Slightly more seriously, an access panel for the signals and lights might be useful. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we poked around a little.” grins

GM:
Bella switches her datapad on and starts scanning for a signal as Kes pulls into the galactic equivalent of the breakdown lane.
(Roll it)

Bella:
(clever 2)

GM:
Bella is unable to slice the system remotely. There’s an access point about a hundred meters further along the road, though…
Kes is gonna have to make Some Kind of Roll to rejoin the “flow of traffic” though

Kes-Varn:
(Careful 3)

GM:
Kes urges the speeder slowly along the lane. The big transport comes within mere centimeters of clipping your side, but you remain unscathed
And are now close enough to the access point to attempt using it

Bella:
whistles “Nice job.” slides out to look at the access point

Kes-Varn:
Kes pretends the speeder is A Problem

GM:
Bella will still have to slice the system, but at least she won’t have to slice the dang wifi password

Bella:
(clever 1)

GM:
Bella cracks the encryption and lowers the force field, but it takes an embarrassingly long time for her

Kes-Varn:
“Hey! Did you fall asleep or something?”

Bella:
hisses

Kes-Varn:
Kes raises her arms defensively. “Okay, then. Sorry.”

Bella:
slips back inside and gestures at the lack of force field

GM:
You steer onto the maintenance road and finally start moving toward the Capital Square market.

Kes-Varn:
“Finally! Movement!”

GM:
You pull up at the front entrance to Dagos Tull’s warehouse.

Bella:
“Direct approach?”

Kes-Varn:
“I don’t know any other way.”

GM:
Open for business at all points of the light-to-dark spectrum
The entrance does not appear to be guarded, so there IS that.

Kes-Varn:
“Do you see any… I dunno, traps? Cameras? Do they see us coming?”

GM:
Looks clear.

Bella:
shrugs (clever 2)

Kes-Varn:
“All right.” She makes sure her weapons are accessible and makes her way out of the speeder, moving over to open the door for Bella.

Bella:
winks

Kes-Varn:
Clears her throat, motions for her to get out faster.

GM:
You see the unmistakable presence of Dagos Tull at the counter just inside the entrance, an Aqualish hood at his side. He’s talking to a young human woman who’s accompanied by a tough-looking older man, and a shifty-eyed Zabrak fellow.
“Be right with you,” Tull says as he sees you enter.

Kes-Varn:
Kes grunts her assent.

Bella:
stands behind Kes, trying to keep an eye on everyoneespecially the shifty-eyed zabrak fellow*

GM:
“Just sign here,” he tells the woman. “I got all kinds of buyers lined up for those plant fibers.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes stiffens a bit.

GM:
The woman signs the datapad. “It makes no difference to me,” she says, “as long as your payment goes through.”
“It’ll be instantaneous, Ms. Stryder. Same as always.”(he replies)

Bella:
raises her eyebrowswhispers to Kes* “Do we need to?” gestures towards the group at the desk

GM:
Stryder nods, checks the balance on her datapad. Nods again.
“Pleasure doin’ business with you,” Tull says. Stryder says nothing and saunters out, followed by her two “associates.”

Kes-Varn:
“Polite lady,” Kes grumbles, and steps up to the counter.

GM:
“Now, then. How may I help you?” Tull is all smiles as he turns to you.

Kes-Varn:
Kes offers a business-like smile. “We’ve got some questions about them plant fibers, ourselves.”

GM:
His smile falters for a fraction of a second. “Oh? Do you have friends in the armor business?”

Kes-Varn:
“Who doesn’t? Was wondering about the details. Where it comes from, and so on.”

GM:
“Is that so.” The falsehood of his smile becomes all the clearer. “Are you hidin’ some kind of Imperial credentials there, ma’am?”

Bella:
snorts “Imperial?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes begins to laugh. “Right, hail the Emperor or something. No, I just like knowing where my armor comes from. Because—” She wags the flap of her vest “— this does not do as advertised.”
(Clever 3)

Bella:
shakes head sadly in agreement

GM:
“Ohh.” That seems to put him a bit more at ease. This stuff comes from Nakadia – a fine Mid-Rim agricultural world."

Kes-Varn:
Kes blinks in surprise. “Naka— oh. I see.” She straightens, expression business-like again. “And how did you acquire it? You run your own operation or are you just the middleman for whoever shaves the trees?”

GM:
Tull slicks his greasy hair back. “Middleman is as accurate as anything. Those folks who just left bring me all sorts of valuable goods now an’ again.”
“I gotta lot of pies in a lotta ovens.”

Kes-Varn:
“Is the Lucky Queen one of your ovens?” Kes asks sharply.

GM:
“The what now? What is that, a ship?”

Kes-Varn:
“The ship those plant fibers came from, and we’re not happy. We’d like them back, please.” But her smile is quite sharp.
(Forceful 3)

Bella:
grins toothily at him in support

GM:
“Yeah, I bet you would. Even if that’s so, and even if you had some kinda claim on that cargo, it’s mine now. An’ I stand to make a profit on my investment.
He nudges his Aqualish companion, who’d tuned out of the conversation and now stands more upright.

Bella:
sucker-“punch” the Aqualish (Hidden Claws +2, total sneaky +3)

GM:
Bella suddenly lashes out at the Aqualish, raking her claws across his neck (Defense 1). He drops to the floor, bleeding out
Tull emits a high-pitched shriek as the blood sprays over his face

Kes-Varn:
Kes jumps and shoots Bella a ‘what the hell’ look, but draws her weapon and points it at Tull. “Let’s not do this the hard way, Mr. Tull.”

GM:
He glares daggers at her. “I have to concur.”
(additionally high pitched at the beginning of the statement)
He presses a button on the counter. “Kira, bring Lot 237 to the front, please? Thanks.”
“I’m gonna make sure you don’t live long enough to regret this.”

Kes-Varn:
Her smile’s cool. “Get in line.”

Bella:
“Perhaps you should make sure Ms Stryder doesn’t either, as she’s the one who brought the trouble, and left it for you to deal with.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes jerks a thumb at Bella in agreement

GM:
He just fumes at that, because she’s right.
Moments later, a big loader droid comes through the double doors that lead into the warehouse, bearing a large crate.

Kes-Varn:
“Our speeder’s outside,” she says sweetly.

GM:
(It is a damn good thing it’s just the two of you cos that is barely going to fit in the speeder)
The droid beeps acknowledgement and rolls outside
Someone will have to open the doors for him, though.

Kes-Varn:
Kes motions for Bella.

Bella:
opens doors with a smileit probably still has too many teeth*

Kes-Varn:
“I recommend vetting your product sources a little more thoroughly, Mr. Tull.”

GM:
“Lousy Zanies. Must’a left someone alive.”
“What’s this galaxy comin’ to, anyway…”

Kes-Varn:
“I know. People robbing your ship and then selling it on the black market.”

GM:
“Pleasure doin’ business with you,” Tull says again, meaning it even less this time.

Bella:
“You too, sweetie.” all the teeth show up for this grin

Kes-Varn:
“Likewise! Stay safe, Mr. Tull.” Strangely, it does sound like she means it.
She hops into her speeder.

Bella:
(run away! run away!)

GM:
As soon as she’s gone, Tull pushes the Other Button.

Kes-Varn:
“That’s gonna bite us in the ass.”
She glances at Bella. “Try not to shoot or claw people without my go-ahead, yeah?”

GM:
(Probably the best thing to do is to drive the cargo to the buyer Balin originally had lined up, Jaleer Kortu, who isn’t far from here)

Bella:
“You said we were in a hurry?”

Kes-Varn:
“Yeah, but it compromises my leaderliness.”

Bella:
“And the threatening wasn’t working on its own …” trails offsnickers* “leaderliness?”

Kes-Varn:
“Commanderhood.” She gives her a small smile. “Captaining.”

Bella:
“Oh, I like Captaining. Very … active.”

Kes-Varn:
“I like it too. So let me do it, yeah?”

Bella:
“Do I get a treat for good behavior?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes opens her mouth, then closes it, not sure which response is riskier.

Bella:
purrs “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Kes-Varn:
“It — would be inappropriate for me to play favorites.”

Bella:
eyes widenbursts out laughing* “I cannot believe you managed that with a straight face, I’m impressed.”

Kes-Varn:
She jumps in surprise at the laugh, almost steering off the route. “I— well, it’s true! Besides, I’m not sure what kind of treats you like anyway.”

Bella:
“Oh, I’m very imaginative. /Anything/ can be fun if you look at it right.”

GM:
As you turn onto the thoroughfare that’ll take you to Jaleer Kortu, the feeling that you’re being followed comes over you… because you’re being followed!

TO BE CONTINUED

https://youtu.be/q7qyfC_fMlI

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Session 26
In Which We Split the Party

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

https://youtu.be/y-_S1tZrCs4

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III
THE EYE OF OBLIVION

Having smashed Black Sun’s spy network, the crew of Silent Destiny have returned to work, delivering a bacta shipment to a medical facility on the Colonies world of Dexus-12.

When a massive explosion destroys that facility, the crew is detained by Imperial Lieutenant Jagen Straden, but he releases them when the JUSTICE ACTION NETWORK claims responsibility for the attack.

On their way back to Silent Destiny, Kes-Varn realizes that she has an urgent message from her brother-in-law, Balin Nerr…

SESSION 26
“Kes, it’s Balin. Balin Nerr. I could really use your help.”

GM:
“My ship got waylaid by pirates – Zann Consortium put ‘em up to it, I’m sure. I’m limping back to Iridonia now, but I’m hoping you can keep them from selling my cargo to that twerp Dagos Tull. Call me when you can.” *click

Kes-Varn:
Kes stares blankly at her comm unit for a long moment. “So. I should call back, huh.”

Kaylani:
“That is usually what people do who are, you know, people. You’re usually good at being people, Captain.”

Caster:
“Depends on how much begging is in that message. Don’t call back with at least three ‘pleases’.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes gives Caster a slow look, and promptly rolls her eyes and ignores him.

Kaylani:
“See! He’s illustrating the not-people logic so well for you, Captain. Don’t be a not-people.”

Kes-Varn:
“He’s family, and he clearly needs help.” She squares her shoulders, as if convincing herself. “Maybe the other stuff won’t come up.”

GM:
Bella: “Other stuff?”

Kaylani:
swallows a coughsounds kind of like she’s strangling*

Kes-Varn:
Kes frowns at Bella. “I— family’s always complicated.” She shoots a look at Caster. “Isn’t it?”

GM:
Bella: “Enough said.”

Caster:
“Is it?”

Kes-Varn:
“Never mind.” She adds, mumbling, “I forgot not all of us grew up spoiled.”

Caster:
“What you call ‘spoiled’, a large portion of the galaxy with overfull cred sticks calls ‘taste and class’”.

Kes-Varn:
“Nope. Only the spoiled people call themselves that.” She unseats herself from the speeder.

GM:
Zeva clambors out: “Dibs on the fresher.”

Caster:
“That’s my point, captain. Spoiled brats have money. Knowing how they work, and how they talk, is an asset.” he grins

Kes-Varn:
She’s already half forgotten about the conversation and just nods, making her way down the hall to the comm terminal. “Sure.”

GM:
Bella exits the speeder and walks around the back of the speeder, where she opens the tailgate and eases J16 down to the ground.
The loading ramp closes behind you

Caster:
finds a nearby wall to slump on “Iridonia was the one with the acid lakes, right?”

Kaylani:
whistles off-keyglances after the Captain*glances at J16 and Bella*glances in the direction Zeva went*is clearly very fidgety*sighs*glares at Caster*

GM:
J16 beeps in the affirmative.

Kes-Varn:
Kes seats herself at the comm terminal and takes several deep breaths before entering Balin’s number.

GM:
The unit gets through maybe half a ring before Balin picks up.
“Oh, thank the Force.”

Kes-Varn:
“I’m not sure if I should be grateful to hear that or not,” she says wryly. “Hi, Balin.”

GM:
“Been a long time, I know. Sorry to bother you, but you know I wouldn’t if it weren’t my arse on the line.”
J16 beeps something at Caster that sounds like a question.

Kes-Varn:
“I— no, it’s not a—” She shakes her head. “What’s this about the Zann Consortium? It’s not like you to get caught up with small-time stoopas.”

Caster:
blinks “I, uh, don’t speak binary. But I feel like the rest of the crew would be more happy with me if I just said, ‘no’ to whatever you just asked. So, yes, lets do it.”

GM:
Balin: “I know. When Dagos Tull heard about my charter, he offered me double what my buyer did. When I said no, well… I suppose he sent the Zanies to catch me at Nakadia.”

Kaylani:
snickers

Kes-Varn:
“That name’s not familiar. Who’s Dagos Tull?” She sounds out the name slowly.

Kaylani:
laughs out loud “Have fun with that one.”
“Answering yes to mysterious questions that you don’t understand. However did you survive past four?”

Caster:
“Lots of money.”

Kaylani:
“Don’t think that’s gonna help this time.”

Caster:
“Nah, I have you. You’d never let me do something life threateningly bad, right?”
“Something something that’s what friends are for?”

GM:
Balin: “A gray market merchant near Capital Square [on Iridonia]. Human.” There’s a bit o’ stink on that word.

Kaylani:
“Awww, sweetie. Did you hit your head on something? Do you need a bacta tank?”

GM:
J16’s beeps carry mirth.
Balin: “I’m told that some people use plant materials like my cargo to make armor-grade polymers. Pretty sure he was middling for somebody with that in mind.”

Caster:
“Not yet?” crosses his arms “I can handle myself— whatever J16 suggested can’t be head-smashingly-horrible.”
“Or if it is, I guess you’re investing in a bacta tank.”

Kaylani:
“No, just head-dissolvingly-horrible. And aren’t you the one who’s going to need it? Why should I get one.”

GM:
“I’m so close to paying my ship off; I can’t take a hit like this to my reputation.”

Kes-Varn:
“So he’s not familiar to you otherwise? Not someone you pissed off?”

Caster:
“Well, you offered earlier. And my head doesn’t fit in most vats of dissolving liquid. It is too inflated by my ego.”

GM:
Balin: “No. I thought it might have something to do with that man who came around asking about you… but I don’t think that’s it either.”
J16 bleeps a string of agreements with Caster’s diagnosis.

Kaylani:
“I wasn’t offering. I was reminding you of the facts of life most of us are taught by creche teachers. Who probably couldn’t get through your ego either though?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sighs with relief. “That was gonna be my next question. At least it’s not that.” She rubs a horn thoughtfully. “Does your client know about this?”

GM:
Balin: “Not yet. I let him know about my engine trouble… just not why I’m having engine trouble.”

Kes-Varn:
She sits forward with alarm. “You’re not still stuck out there, are you?”

GM:
“Jaleer Kortu, the X’Ting. He was female last time you saw him.”

Caster:
“This is where I remind you of my very elite and private education. That was about as well rounded as a particularly squarish… uh, square.”
“See, never took a class on metaphors. Should have realized how useful that would be on the fringe.”

GM:
“I’ve got about point two lightspeed. I’ll make it home, just not any time soon.”
Zeva arrives in the mess hall. “Oh, do they offer metaphor classes? I could have used that too.”

Kaylani:
tilts head “I’m not sure I can come up with a good comeback to that one. Square peg in a round hole has always been a sad tragedy, not a happy tale for the younglings. We’re all ugly ducklings out here, after all. Not met a one yet who found their swans.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes grunts in affirmation. “How did this guy even find out about your cargo?” She doesn’t really care to know why Jaleer needs military-grade armor materials.

Kaylani:
blows Zeva a kiss “If I had the slightest clue how to teach one, I’d be delighted to help. Maybe J16 could figure it out?” grins down at the droid

GM:
Balin: “THAT I don’t know. I feel like he’s got spies. He’s got no shortage of sabaac buddies.”

Caster:
“Well. Guess I’ll just need to be the first, although ‘restoration of old wealth’ isn’t exactly one for the ‘do gooder’ youngling tales.”

Kaylani:
“Pretty sure that’s how half of them go, actually. Poor parents screwed up, kids had to fix things. Surprisingly truthful that, isn’t it?”

Caster:
“So I hear. But seriously, what did J16 say?”

Kes-Varn:
She rubs her face wearily. “Did he sound open to talking at all? After you refused his price, I mean.”

Kaylani:
“You could ask him to beep a little slower? I’ve heard people do that all the time, maybe it actually works?”

Caster:
“He’s right here.”

GM:
Balin: “I thought the matter was closed. But I remembered how, uh, persuasive you can be. And I’m sure you can get there before I will.”

Kaylani:
“Well then why are you asking me instead of him?”

GM:
J16’s head squeaks as it rotates back and forth between Caster and Kay.

Caster:
“Sorry, J. Also, I dub you J. Can you beep what you asked about earlier to Kay, but a little slower? She speaks binary, I, uh, am a little hopeless.”

Kes-Varn:
She manages a wry smile and raises her left fist. “Diplomacy.” She raises her right fist. “Persuasion.”

GM:
J16’s eye focuses on Caster and he beeps the string again, slower. It goes up at the end like a question, that’s for sure.

Kaylani:
“Aw. That was actually really nice, that’s no fun. You’re not supposed to be /nice/.” sighs “He asked if you did not like the acid planet? And then pointed out you’d just agreed to take an acid bath.” shrugs again

GM:
Zeva bursts out laughing.

Kaylani:
grins “And there’s the nicest sound I’ve heard in days. We should definitely give you binary lessons, pretty lady. J16 is a delight.”

GM:
“Thank you, Kes, you’re a lifesaver.” His relief is tangible even over the comm. “I’ll talk Lora into cooking the best meal you’ve ever had.”

Caster:
chuckles “It’d help me shed off all the extra weight you put on when you go from five meals a day to ‘maybe I’ll eat today’.”
“To be fair, I’m not a fan of nature features that can be described as ‘face-melting’.”

Kaylani:
“Seems like a fair concern when dealing with nature. Must admit I prefer some fancy lights and dance music myself.”

GM:
J16 beeps something quietly to himself.
Zeva: “Iridonia might have some of that. We didn’t get to look very hard last time.”

Caster:
“See? We do have something in common.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ smile falters briefly and she clears her throat. She considers asking how the family is, but she’s not sure she wants to know for sure that they’re doing well. “Assuming I make it back. Send me coordinates and I’ll see what I can see.”

Kaylani:
at Caster: “Horrifying, isn’t it?” at Zeva: “Oh, we should go looking next time, shouldn’t we?”

GM:
Balin: “Copy that. Transmitting now. Good luck.”

Caster:
“I think the captain might know a palce or two. We had drinks last time.” taps his nose “Don’t remember much of that night, but the morning after was an adventure.”

Kes-Varn:
“Get back safe, Balin.”

Kaylani:
“The morning after’s always an adventure.”

GM:
Zeva nods and sits next to Kay.

Kaylani:
drapes her arm over Zeva’s shoulder and sighs “Did I say hello today, pretty lady?”

GM:
Zeva: “Yes, but that was hours ago. Hello, Kay.”
Balin ends the transmission.

Kes-Varn:
Kes picks herself up from the chair and shuffles into the mess hall. She doesn’t really hear them and makes directly for the cocoa cabinets.

Caster:
“Oh, pleasant conversation then?”

Kaylani:
“Captain.” sighs “Oh, Captain, do you need the marshmallows too?”

GM:
The Captain’s arrival stops Zeva short of an actual PDA

Kes-Varn:
Kes nods. “Yes. Please. And then we’re going to these coordinates Balin sent, as fast as possible.”

Caster:
“… because he has a lot of money for us to pick up and is just the nicest guy?”

Kes-Varn:
“Because he’s my brother-in-law.”

Kaylani:
“Oh dear.” kisses Zeva very gently on the temple before standing up "I’ll get her warmed up then, and see how fast we can make “possible”."

Caster:
“See, when you say it that way, I suddenly want to float the opinion where we don’t fly to those coordinates as fast as possible.”

GM:
Zeva suppresses a quiver, but only barely

Kes-Varn:
“None of you have to come with me. I just need to get there.”

Caster:
“See, when you say it that way, I suddenly want to float the opinion of, ‘no, maybe don’t do that’.”

Kaylani:
“Don’t be ridiculous. ‘Course we’re coming. And not just as a taxi.” bumps her shoulder against Kes

Caster:
“Unless I inherit your ship. In which case, I plead the fifth.”

GM:
Bella, arriving in the mess: “Nothing here on Dexus-12 except the possibility that another BOMB could go off at any time.”

Kaylani:
“Or, you know, we could just lose him out an airlock on the way, so we’d be /his/ last taxi?” glares at Caster

Caster:
“You have beautiful eyes when you’re trying to use them to punch holes in my chest.”

Kaylani:
“Ew”

Kes-Varn:
Kes shakes her head. “Caster, go to your bunk.”

GM:
Bella laughs at Caster’s remark.

Caster:
pouts “I don’t have a bunk.”

Kaylani:
“Yes you do, just because you’re sharing with the speeder doesn’t mean it’s not /yours/.”

Caster:
“You’re not wrong.”
shakes his head “Fine, fine. Just make sure the captain doesn’t do anything silly.” heads over to his bunk, idly complaining about mattress stiffness

Kaylani:
rolls eyesmutters quietly*"and I’m supposed to do that how?"

GM:
Bella, to Kay: “I may be able to help with that.”

Kaylani:
Kay rolls her eyes again, ignoring Bella completely as she digs a small bag out of the back of a corner cabinet. “For you, Captain.” Throws one last frown in Bella’s direction before sliding off towards the cockpit.

Kes-Varn:
“Thanks, Kay.” She smiles weakly.

GM:
WIPE TO Silent Destiny arriving at Iridonia

Kaylani:
grumbles under her breath “Yay, time for acid baths and awkward family reunions?”

Caster:
“Still working under the ’here’s a giant bag of money’ theory.”

Kaylani:
waves a vaguely rude geseture in his direction

GM:
With no cargo to declare, your landing at the capital city spaceport is fairly breezy.
(To recap: Zann Consortium jerks are gonna try to sell Balin’s cargo to Dagos Tull.)
(Maybe you can get there in time to stop it, maybe you’ll have to Persuade Tull to give it back)
As you make ready with the speeder, Caster’s comm chimes.

Caster:
“… Weird.”
picks up comm

GM:
One of his contacts has sent him a message reporting that Vainglory has just been seen in the Iridonian city of Wortan, on the other side of the planet.

Caster:
eyes widen
you can see a full range of expressions play on his face. He goes from joy, to contemplation to disgust to anger to resignation

GM:
J16 beeps inquisitively.

Kaylani:
stares at Caster “What he said.”

Kes-Varn:
“Girl problems?”
She pauses. “Guy problems?”

Caster:
“Something like that.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes raises her hairless brows with mild interest. “This is new.”

Caster:
“Not really.”
“Ok, you’re a smart group of people: what’s the one thing that might make me propose something that will make everyone else here rather unhappy?”

GM:
“Money?” Zeva and Bella say together.

Kes-Varn:
“Ship.” She folds her arms. “Where?”

Caster:
“Ok, both those answers would get full credit, but the captain’s been with me longer.”

Kaylani:
“How, again? It’s like someone’s stalking you with your own ship.” blinks “That’s weird, right?”

Caster:
“It’s on this planet. Here. Wortan.”

Kes-Varn:
“That — that’s not far. Relatively speaking.” She rubs her temples. “Do you know if it’ll be there long? We can go after…”

Caster:
“It’s a ship. They don’t stay stationary.”

Kes-Varn:
“Observant.”

Kaylani:
“Kinda a good, point?”

GM:
You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen a droid roll his eyes before, but you have now.

Kes-Varn:
“But who’s got it? Do you know? Are they just visiting or is this a home base?”

GM:
(There’s a grainy picture attached)

Kaylani:
“How do they keep almost finding you but not quite? Or almost losing you but not at all? It’s suspicious. Should find out, right?” shrugs awkwardly

Caster:
“I’ve got a picture and a location. It’s enough to go on. This… it’s important to me.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sighs. “I know, kid. I just don’t wanna send you in alone, but Balin—” She rubs her front horn.

GM:
J16 beeps willingness to accompany Caster.

Kaylani:
“That’s … probably a good idea, yeah? I mean, we just have to find your brother-in-law’s stuff? We probably won’t need … I mean.” is trying desperately not to say “what could go wrong” but is kinda thinking it

Caster:
“I set up the last job. I know how to keep out of sight. And besides, do you really want me around while you negotiate…. anything?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes opens her mouth, then closes it again.

Kaylani:
gasps “That was clever! He is learning. We gotta help him out now, right?”

GM:
Zeva: “I’ll go, too.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes blinks in surprise. The droid, she could guess. But Zeva? “With Caster? You?”

Caster:
mouth drops. Caster does not arrange his face in time to make this not awkward

Kaylani:
makes an odd little squeak “I could translate?” waves at J16glances worriedly back at the Captain*
“I could taxi them over and come back to pick you up? Or?” glares back and forth now/why are you ont staying together so I can just worry about you once instead of all of you EVERYWHERE*

GM:
Zeva: “I just don’t think he should go alone.” J16 blatts. “You know what I mean, J16.”

Caster:
“Oh.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes exhales slowly and nods. “You should all go find the Vainglory, if you can. I can handle a couple of petty criminals.”

Caster:
“Well, that clears up the translation problem.”

Kaylani:
“Not by yourself!”

GM:
Bella: “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Kaylani:
scowls
sighs

Caster:
“Ok, Captain. I’ve got a lot of insults saved up, I plan on seeing you again to use them.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes beams at him. She reaches out as if to pull him into a hug — then thinks the better of it and holds out her hand for a shake instead.

Kaylani:
throws hands in the air “Yeah, I suppose this is the plan, isn’t it? Stay in one piece so I can pick you up, Captain.”

Caster:
shakes her hand

Kes-Varn:
“You get your ship back, kid. Maybe then I’ll call you ‘Captain’.”

Caster:
“No, that’d be weird. Lets never contemplate that again.”

Kes-Varn:
She laughs. He’s making her feel better, which is weird.

GM:
Zeva nods to the Captain. “May the Force be with you,” she says, leaving a slightly puzzled look on Bella’s face as she departs.

Kes-Varn:
Kes reaches out and ruffles Zeva’s hair as she goes. “And with you, I guess.”

GM:
Kes turns and heads toward the Capital Square market, reminding herself that I Said I Wouldn’t Cry (1 free invoke)
Thus divided,the heroes head toward an uncertain future.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Session 25
In Which Justice Is Served (?)

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III
THE EYE OF OBLIVION

The crew of Silent Destiny has destroyed Black Sun’s spy network. With the deaths of both Vigo Shal’mak and her son, the ruthless criminal syndicate is in shambles.

After taking their leave of Kaylani’s Uncle Savit, the crew has returned to work, delivering a bacta shipment to the KOOR INSTITUTE, a medical facility on the Colonies world of Dexus-12.

Still sought by the HOUNDS OF WINTER, the crew arrive at the Koor institute just as a massive explosion engulfs the building. The saboteurs are defeated, but now agents of the GALACTIC EMPIRE have arrived on the scene….
(Kay and Zeva remained with the ship and R4-J16 while this was going on, because there wasn’t room for everybody in the speeder AND the cargo.)
So Kes and Bella are confronting six stormtroopers while Caster remains In Hiding
“Freeze!” comes a muffled voice behind you. You turn to see six Imperial stormtroopers, blasters at the ready.

Kes-Varn:
Kes flops over like a fish and raises her arms while still on the ground. “Hi, guys.”

GM:
“Meesa give up,” Bella says, her blaster pistols clattering to the floor.

Caster:
whispering into comm “We, uh, found some Imperials. Bella and Kes just dropped their guns.”

GM:
“Get up,” the lead trooper tells Kes. Two others move to flank Bella.

Kes-Varn:
“That’s what I told my husband,” she says, pushing up off the floor.

GM:
Kay gets Caster’s message.
A fourth trooper moves to watch Kes while the remaining two pick the unconscious saboteur up off the floor.

Kes-Varn:
“He was doing bad things,” Kes explains.

GM:
“Explain yourselves,” the leader says to Kes.

Kes-Varn:
“Do you want the part about the fellas trying to escape, or just this guy?”

Caster:
still whispering “Kes is being very snarky and not helping.”
still whispering “You know people. Do you know of anyone that can help with posting bail or even better, not getting our friends arrested?”

GM:
“Let’s start with your name, citizen.”
(The last word has a wee bit of stink on it.)

Kes-Varn:
She gives an audible sigh. “Kes-Varn, Captain of the Silent Destiny. This is my navigator, Bella Nox.” She keeps herself from looking around for Caster. Better that no one knows there’s another one.

GM:
“At your service,” Bella says with a dwarven bow.
“We were delivering bacta,” Bella adds, “when we saw the explosion. We had nothing to do with it, officer.” A purr underlies each syllable.

Kaylani:
(to Caster) swears under her breath “I don’t know anyone, no, but I can go be an affronted citizen type person in the right place, I think. You still hiding? Hiding is good.”

GM:
“Can you prove that?” the lead trooper asks.

Kes-Varn:
“Well, our speeder is outside with the bacta, we have our shipping manifest, and I’m sure if you torment this guy instead — " She bobs her head towards the unconscious one. " — he’ll eventually admit he and his buddy shot at us first."

GM:
(can I get a roll of some kind there)

Caster:
whispers “Good plan. The captain is about to try to convince someone of something.”

Kaylani:
sighs LOUDLY

Kes-Varn:
As if sensing Caster being an ass, Kes squints just over the shoulders of the stormtroopers.

GM:
Zeva drapes her leather jacket over the back of a chair, because there is NO need for it outside.

Officer: “All right. You’ll have to come with us until we can sort all this out.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sighs again. “We could’ve just started there.” But she acquiesces.

Caster:
whispers forever “Annnnd they’re going to the station. Meet you there.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes shoots Bella a small smile that’s half-apologetic and half teasing. “This is why I get up every morning.”

GM:
The troopers lead Kes and Bella out to an ITT.
Bella: “Been awhile since I’ve been detained. At least the company is splendid this time.”
Wipe to the local Imperial IM-455 modular garrison

Kes-Varn:
“That’s some inspiring architecture,” she mumbles.

GM:
It’s a massive prefab Imp HQ.

Caster:
before taking their speeder back to turret castle™, checks to make sure that the cargo did, in fact, get unloaded by the loading bay droids. We did the job, damnit

GM:
Kes and Bella have been asked the same questions many, many times by the time Kay, Caster, and Zeva arrive in the detention wing

Kes-Varn:
Kes yawns largely and obnoxiously.

Kaylani:
Kay in scary-pseudo-lawyer-lady-get-upstalks with a very clear click-clack of heels and glares at whomever poor trooper she sees first*

GM:
Zeva shows up in one of her fancier dresses just because it’s too hot for anything else.
Kay’s victim summons an officer to converse with her

Caster:
is, bizarrely enough, the least well-dressed member of the party not being held prisoner

GM:
A middle aged human male, surprises all around. “I am Lieutenant Jagen Straden,” he announces. It can’t be as important as he tries to make it sound.

Caster:
rolls his eyes

Kaylani:
somehow looks down her nose at him, despite being shorter “Of course you are. I am a member of the crew of the Silent Destiny. I believe you are … holding … our Captain and Navigator here?”

GM:
“They’re being questioned, yes. Any information they may have that leads to the apprehension of these terrorists could be invaluable.” His eyes flick to the large screen in the waiting area, which is showing coverage of the battle to contain the blaze.

Kaylani:
“So, they’re being penalized for, what, not getting killed by terrorists and surviving until you showed up? And you know so little, you’re asking the victims who just happened to be /delivering medical supplies/ to tell you who the terrorists are?”

GM:
His lip curls into something between smirk and sneer. “Captain Varn chose her people well, Ms…?”

Caster:
coughs. It’s the only way to hold back the torrent of insults he wants to unleash at that sneer

GM:
Bella, to Kes: “At least they won’t find anything on my datapad. They can’t have ANYbody around here that good.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes frowns at her. “I hope you didn’t just jinx it.”

Kaylani:
smiles brightly “Why thank you, /Mister/ Jagen. I notice you haven’t told anyone to let my Captain and Navigator go yet?”

GM:
“All in good time. My IT-O is… confirming with the known terrorist that your friends were not working with him.”

Caster:
“Pretty nice setup you got here, Lt. Jagen.”
“Very impressive, walking in. This built under your command or a predecessor?”

Kaylani:
leans back and steps on Caster’s foot with the point of her heel

Caster:
draws his mouth to a thin line through the pain, but keeps his attention on the Imperial

GM:
The veil of Straden’s loathing grows a little more transparent as he regards Caster. “Mine.”

Kaylani:
closes eyes briefly, steps to the side to give Caster a clear line of sight to Stradenis thinking very hard PLEASE DON’T SCREW THIS UP

Caster:
“Of course. It’s clear from how you’re dressed that you’re… well, you’re going to be somebody.”

GM:
This time the smirk is less ambiguous.

Caster:
glances over at Key, tries to say with his eyes, “I know how to deal with assholes!”

Kaylani:
but we don’t want to deal with him, we want to Get Away as Quickly As Possible

Caster:
“Today could be a very big day for you. I mean in the political sense. It’s obviously horrific that people got hurt in this terrible attack, but when your superiors here of your efficency and speed in dealing with this manner…”
“well.”

GM:
(that calls for a roll.)
(Kay Flashily creates an advantage with a +5, Keeping Him Off His Game, 1 free invoke)

Caster:
(Clever roll + 2, invoking Refined Tastes, invoking Keeping Him Off His Game +4 = +6)

GM:
He mulls this over. “I see your point,” he says, finally.

Kes-Varn:
While all this is going on, Kes has her legs leaned up against a wall and her head in Bella’s lap.

Caster:
“Of course. You’ve already got a disposition from both my crewmates. I can assure you of their honesty. Feel free to continue your investigation with it— and I hope to hear about your promotion on the HoloNet soon.”

GM:
Straden goes to order someone to bring the detainees out, but stops as something slices into the transmission on the big screen. “People of Dexus-12,” a voice says, with heavy electronic distortion. “The Empire maintained a bioweapon facility in the Koor Institute without your knowledge or consent. This facility has now been cleansed by the Justice Action Network. We are everywhere. We will smash the Empire. All chains will be broken. You will be witnesses. Freedom! Forever!”

Caster:
“I hate today.”

GM:
The feed cuts back to the fire containment. Straden’s face has gone starkly white.
“Bring them out,” Straden growls.

Kes-Varn:
Kes sits up and shoots Bella a questioning look.

Caster:
“I revise my statement. Hatred of today pending on seeing coworkers.”

Kaylani:
considers stepping on Caster’s foot againrealizes nothing will actually shut him up*swallows another sigh*/please work please work please work/*

GM:
A small group of stormtroopers return the Captain’s effects and ushers her and Bella out into the waiting room.

Kes-Varn:
Kes thanks them as she straps everything back on and adjusts her vest with a relieved sigh.

GM:
Straden takes a moment to pull himself together. “I apologize for your treatment, Captain Varn.” (Truth be told, you’ve had so, SO much worse.)

Kes-Varn:
Kes blinks in surprise. “I — sure. Yeah. Uh… you’re just doing your job.” Or something. She pats him on the shoulder.

Caster:
looks over at Kay “Thanks for the assist. And for moving bodily altercations down from broken nose to foot stamping.”

GM:
That visibly weirds him out, but he moves past it.

Caster:
“Would have been fine without either of those things, but I’ll take what I can get.”

Kaylani:
whispers “shush, no celebrating ‘til we’re back on the ship behind closed blast doors”
mutters “also thank you that was pretty brilliant asshole wrangling”

GM:
“These terrorists are growing ever more bold,” Straden says, as if on cue.

Kes-Varn:
Kes leans forward to peer at the screen. “Do they do this a lot?”

Caster:
“Captain, a moment of your time.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes waves a hushing hand at Caster.

GM:
“Nothing of this magnitude, to my knowledge.”

Caster:
scowls “I didn’t listen to Kay, so I might as well load my bases. What are you doing?”

Kaylani:
considers stepping on the Captain’s toes this timeis aware this would probably be ineffectual*sighs out loud this time*

GM:
(Perhaps Zeva should pretend to be the podiatrist that follows Kay around.)

Kes-Varn:
Captainhood has made her all but immune to demanding lackeys. “Lucky we were at the medical center, I guess.” She frowns at the monitor. She opens her mouth to ask if the bioweapon thing is true, then thinks the better of it. “Good luck with your terrorists.”

Kaylani:
steps backwards, closer to the exit, with an audible /click-click/looks hopefully at the Captain*

Caster:
“Oh, that’s good. You’re taking this conversation in the right direction now.”

GM:
“Rest assured, Captain Varn, that our retaliation will be swift and precise.

Kes-Varn:
“As swift and precise as this whole deal, I’m sure,” she says, and follows after Kay.

Caster:
follows “You’re remarkably friendly for someone who was just in a cell.”

Kaylani:
makes a pained little whimper soundlistens to herself start talking without seeming to be able to stop* “What, perchance, do you mean by … precise?”

Caster:
heelturn, face screams NOT YOU TOO

Kaylani:
widens eyes at himI DON’T KNOW I CAN’T HELP IT*

Kes-Varn:
Kes backtracks quickly to the Imperials. “Wait a minute, do I have to worry about my ship? Is there going to be a lockdown?”

GM:
Straden, to Kay: “Our prisoner will give us the names we need. There will be nowhere in the galaxy for them to hide.”

Kes-Varn:
(i realized i had questions after i started going)

GM:
“No, Captain Varn, you’re free to go. But, if you encounter any intelligence about this network, please do not hesitate to share it.”

Kes-Varn:
(kes: Not My Deal)
“Good to know.” She resumes her exit. (HE SHOT AT US)

Kaylani:
makes unhappy face

GM:
The speeder is now free to hold everybody.

Caster:
eyes dart from Kes to Kay “We going?”

Kaylani:
but TORTURE and ILLEGAL WEAPONS!but Imperials*but almost blew us up!!follows Kesis still clearly unhappy about it*

Caster:
sigh of relief
follows

Kes-Varn:
Kes slings an arm around Kay and Caster’s shoulders. “Thank you, kiddos, for the speedy rescue.”

GM:
Bella: “Yes, thank you. I can only take so much Imperial hospitality.”

Caster:
brushes off the hand, stammers around a thank you

Kaylani:
“Yeah, not really their thing, /hospitality/. Glad to have you back.”

GM:
Kes’s com chimes to acknowledge the transfer of funds for the bacta.

Caster:
“Oh, we even got paid.”
“Remarkable.”

Kaylani:
blinks “Wow.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes blinks down in surprise. “So we did! That’s new.” She glances at him. “Did you finish the loading?”

Caster:
“I mean, yes?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes gets his head in a lock and plants a mommy smooch on his forehead. “Well done.”
She releases him.

Caster:
IT WAS A TRAP
scoots to the far side of the speeder

Kaylani:
“What, I got all fancied up and scary shoes and everything, and I don’t even get a hug? I am hurt.” grins at Kes

GM:
Zeva hugs Kay from the back seat

Caster:
“Can testify, those shoes are scary.”

Kes-Varn:
“She’s got you covered, but you’ll get one too. When you’re not driving.”

Kaylani:
blows Zeva a kissdrives back to the ship*

GM:
As you navigate back toward the spaceport, you can see that the fires have been put out.
Kes also realizes that she’s received a vmail while she was in lockup (reception in there was nonexistent)

Kes-Varn:
She lets out an audible “Uh oh.” She doesn’t usually get calls directly to her.

GM:
The voice is raw, haggard. But unmistakable. “Kes, it’s Balin. Balin Nerr. I could really use your help.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Session 24
In Which the PCs Encounter the Justice Action Network

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

https://youtu.be/y-_S1tZrCs4

STAR WARS

Silent Destiny

Episode III

THE EYE OF OBLIVION

With their spy network demolished, Black Sun is in shambles. Silent Destiny’s crew have gone their separate ways from Savit Saren, but his slicer, Bella Nox, remains on board for now.

Once more in need of work, they have agreed to deliver a bacta shipment to the KOOR INSTITUTE, a medical facility on the Colonies world of Dexus-12.

Still sought by the HOUNDS OF WINTER, the crew of Silent Destiny soon learns that other perils await them….

SESSION 24

Caster:
“So, when do I say that nothing bad can possibly happen doing this? Is it now? Or do we wait?”

GM:
“May as well get it out of the way now,” Bella says as the ship pivots to reveal Dexus-12 outside the cockpit window, this side of the planet brilliantly lit by the system’s three blazing suns.

Kes-Varn:
“Something bad always happens.” She grins broadly.

Caster:
“Yes. Although, with a grin like that, you’re practically inviting trouble.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes glances briefly at Bella to see if she’s looking at the smile. “Well, if it’s gonna happen, like she said — let’s get it out of the way now.”

GM:
Bella gets caught looking and directs her attention to the planet. Slowly.
Kay steers the ship toward the appropriate spaceport.

Caster:
“Oh, well in that case, lemme just get my trouble totem and rub it three times while dancing in a circle. Should summon the trouble.”

Kes-Varn:
“We still have an outfit you can use to help with that.”

Caster:
“The trouble juju is against showing skin. Very puritanical that way.”

GM:
“Is that why you usually rub yer totem in yer bunk?” Kay asks, brightly.

Kes-Varn:
“Don’t answer that.”

Caster:
“Yes, captain.”

Kes-Varn:
She couples that with a stern look at Kay. We don’t need to know about his totem.

GM:
Kay pouts and returns to her work.
(The Colonies are wedged between the Core Worlds and the Inner Rim, so you should be outside the hunting grounds of the Hounds)

Kes-Varn:
(should)
“Totems and juju aside, this is a simple run so, stars willing, we’ll do fine as long as we keep our heads down. At least for now. Build some good karma.”

Caster:
“You’ll get no dispute from me there, captain.”

GM:
Silent Destiny glides down to the planet.

Kes-Varn:
“I’m glad we all like money.”

Caster:
“Really brings people together.”

GM:
Bella grins.
The spaceport is like many others you’ve seen, busy without being overcrowded, and BAKING hot. It’s early afternoon local time.

Kes-Varn:
Kes is in a sleeveless shirt and vest, so everyone can see her guns.

GM:
An Imperial inspection team is waiting for you.

Caster:
“I know I say this about everywhere we go, but I hate this planet.”

Kes-Varn:
“Don’t say that too loudly.” She smiles politely but not too broadly at the team. “Afternoon, folks.”

GM:
Bella steps off the ship and starts panting immediately.

Kes-Varn:
She shoots her a curious glance. It lingers a little too long. “You wanna stay inside where it’s cool?”

GM:
“Welcome to Dexus-12,” the lead inspector says as she approaches. “Your manifest, please?”
Bella: “No, but I think I need to.”

Caster:
“Afternoon. Lets keep this quick, our crew mate isn’t accustomed to this heat.”

Kes-Varn:
“Go on, then,” she says with a small smile while blindly passing off the manifest to the inspector.

GM:
Bella nods in appreciation and climbs the gangplank, clearing the way for R4-J16 as he rolls down.
The inspector looks over the manifest and leads her crew aboard.
J16 wheels himself next to the Captain and stands at attention.

Kes-Varn:
Kes pats his metal head affectionately.

GM:
Kay meets the inspector at the top of the ramp and leads her to the cargo bay.

Caster:
“You think they go through this for the bigger freighters? How many days do the big pilots just hag out in spaceports waiting for inspections to clear?”

GM:
The little droid whistles his appreciation

Kes-Varn:
“A while. Especially if they don’t keep their crew in check and there’s small but still illegal garbage on board. Stashes of spice and whatnot.” She shrugs. “Small is good.”

Caster:
very quietly “… we don’t have a small stash of illegal garbage on board right now, do we?”

Kes-Varn:
“Why would we have that?” she asks brightly.

Caster:
“Because you’ve been chipper all day and it’s throwing me.”

Kes-Varn:
“You haven’t pissed me off yet.”
“Let me savor it.”

Caster:
“Its giving me the creeps. Scowl at something.”

Kes-Varn:
She doesn’t.

Caster:
“… this is only making it worse, isn’t it?”

Kes-Varn:
She’s positively BEAMING now.

GM:
About ten minutes after they went on board, the customs crew returns. “Everything seems to be in order, Captain. You’re free to unload your cargo.”

Kes-Varn:
“Thank you, ma’am. Have a nice afternoon.”

Caster:
goes to unload the cargo. Anything to get away from the Smile Of Death

Kes-Varn:
“I’ve finally learned how to make him work. Excellent.”

GM:
J16 beeps a string of congratulations.

Caster:
“I heard that. And sinister is fine. I can handle sinister. But m’am! From you! And Good Afternoon too! I’ll drink whatever you’ve got squirreled away.”

Kes-Varn:
“After we’re done, you will have your drink,” she promises.

GM:
(You’ve been asked to bring it to the Institute. It’ll fit in the landspeeder, but you’ll have to fold the back seat down. And that only leaves room for you two and maybe one more)

Caster:
“I take it back. I don’t want to end up grinning like that.”

Kes-Varn:
“Don’t worry. It’s genetic.” She asks J16 to keep an eye on the girls so they can keep an eye on the ship instead of each other and blasts the a/c in the speeder for Bella.

GM:
You make the appropriate clicks on the party selection screen and soon you’re driving along the spaceport streets toward the Koor Institute.

Caster:
“We should have uniforms. Special delivery of whatever the hell you just ordered.”

Kes-Varn:
“You know what yours is gonna look like.”

Caster:
“In this heat, it’d be an upgrade.”
“Eh, Bella?”

Kes-Varn:
“We can go back and get it if you want.”

GM:
Bella: “Hmm? Oh, yes. Hot as hell here.”

Caster:
“And leave our poor, poor slicer in this heat? You’re heartless captain. Or you really want to see my legs.”
“Smart betting is on the heartless part, but you never know.”

Kes-Varn:
“If we left the speeder on and brought her some water, I’m sure she’d manage. Maybe even go on a joyride.”

GM:
She says “I would never,” but her tone says “I would HAVE to.”

Kes-Varn:
“Of course not!” Her smile is falling out the confines of her face.

GM:
“Why, I barely know HOW to drive. You’ll have to take ME on a joyride sometime.”

Caster:
“Get a room. For both my ears, and your health.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ smile vanishes very quickly and her face grows a few shades warmer in color. “We’re almost there,” she says quickly.

Caster:
“There. That’s the captain I know.”

GM:
Perhaps mercifully for everyone involved, the Koor Institute DOES appear before you.

Kes-Varn:
(Kes DOES hop quickly over to open the door for Bella)

GM:
It’s a gleaming slab of white building, uninspired in design. It rather reminds Kes of the medical facility she plundered with the girls on Alemgotti (*back in the Episode I fiction)

Kes-Varn:
“That looks familiar,” she says glumly.

Caster:
“Hey, is this where there is trouble? Captain’s back to being captain, and we haven’t hit trouble yet, soo…”

Kes-Varn:
“It looks like old trouble, that’s all.”

GM:
“Plenty of hours left in the day,” Bella says. “Probably. I don’t know what the rotation period is like here.”
The perimeter guard looks over your invoice and directs you to the loading dock.

Kes-Varn:
She gives him a short wave in thanks and puts down where directed.

GM:
You begin circling around the building.
When the loading dock comes into view, it’s about a hundred meters away. You don’t see any other vehicles present.

Kes-Varn:
Kes slows down considerably.

GM:
But one of the bay doors opens, and a couple of loader droids emerge.

Kes-Varn:
“A medical facility would be getting plenty more deliveries, I would think,” she says slowly. “But maybe it’s traditional naptime on this planet.”

Caster:
“I’d sleep through this heat.”

GM:
THAT sounds like a tradition worth upholding,” Bella says, stifling a yawn.

Caster:
“I mean, might as well do the unloading thing? Maybe we hit a weird time?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes nods slowly. “Yeah. Let’s be quick about it.”

GM:
You drive toward the loading dock.
And get about halfway there before a MASSIVE explosion rocks the top (tenth-ish?) floor of the building ahead of you.

Caster:
“…”

Kes-Varn:
“Of course,” Kes says after a few long seconds of shock.

GM:
Bella utters a Cathar saying that would get her thrown out of many places back home.

Kes-Varn:
Kes keeps driving towards the dock, though.

Caster:
“Captain, please start smiling again. I’ll deal with the shivers down my spine.”

GM:
A speeder comes tearing around the corner at the far end of the building.

Kes-Varn:
“Sorry, kiddo. Trouble’s here.”

Caster:
“Fine. Lets do this.”

GM:
Bella readies her blaster pistols.

Kes-Varn:
Kes guns the engine and swings to slam into the speeder. “Hope your seatbelts are on!”

Caster:
“We don’t have seatbelts!”

Kes-Varn:
(+4 forceful total)

GM:
(vs Defense +4)
The speeder swerves wildly around yours, glancing alongside and spinning a bit off course (gain a boost)
Bella leans out the window and opens fire on the speeder en passant
(Careful +4 vs defense +1) She punctures the fuel cells, causing the speeder to burst into a massive ball of flames

Kes-Varn:
“That — that works too.”
“I was hoping we could stop them, not set them on fire but — okay.”

Caster:
peeks over his arm “Got ’em.”

GM:
Bella: “Oops.”

Kes-Varn:
“Good aim, though.”

GM:
At this time, a couple of men in fatigues emerge on the loading dock, clad in fatigues and wielding blasters. They watch the flaming wreck of the speeder zip past them and crash into the wall surrounding the compound.

Caster:
“Hey, here’s to hoping they were the bad guys and local law isn’t really into ‘due process’”

GM:
One of them points your speeder out to the other one, and they concentrate fire on you.
(attack +2 and +1 on Kes)

Kes-Varn:
Kes, who had been planning to pull over, quickly guns the vehicle and swerves it in the opposite direction. (2+2= 4 quickly)
(4 and 3)

Caster:
“Wait, we didn’t blow up your facility! Unless you were the people who blew up the facility then we definitely don’t like you, and you probably should keep shooting. Wait no. Don’t shoot.”

GM:
The men walk their fire toward the speeder, but they’re not great at leading a moving target.

Caster:
“Hey, I’m gonna do something you always tell me not to do— try to talk to them.” Caster spends a hot second judging the ground before rolling out of the speeder.
(Quickly +2, rolled +2 = +4)Caster throws his hands up, trying to make the universal sign of surrender

Kes-Varn:
“Caster!” Kes shouts, but it’s too late. “No!”

GM:
The bad guys turn and go back into the building.

Caster:
“Hm.”

Kes-Varn:
“If he started shouting at me, I guess I’d do that too.”

GM:
Bella: “If that was their ride, they might be moving on to Plan B.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes pulls the speeder over near the door but not too near, and perpendicular to the building so Bella has some cover when she exits. She pulls her rifle out of its holster before stepping out of the speeder.

GM:
Bella gets out, too, waiting to see what the play is gonna be.

Kes-Varn:
Kes waves Caster over, keeping an eye on the door and knees bent, ready to spring. “Come on, you moofmilker. Nice exit. Let’s make an entrance now.”

Caster:
tries to roll over the speeder’s hood. Fails. Utterly. “You make the big lights and I’ll find a nice place to be less seen.”

Kes-Varn:
“Smooth.”

GM:
Bella does not do a good job of holding in her laughter.

Caster:
“… I think I may have broken something. Hopefully it’ll still start.”

Kes-Varn:
She moves forward, rifle at the ready. It’s a distinctly military motion, and peers around the edge of the door.

GM:
The stockroom is full of pallets of medical supplies and other goods waiting to be sorted. You spy the two men at the far end of the room, heading for a doorway.

Kes-Varn:
Kes takes careful aim at the taller one and fires. (4-3= 1 careful)

GM:
(Defense 2) The blast hits just above his shoulder. “Keep goin!” he tells the other. “I’ll hold ’em off!”
Bella misses all around the tall one on purpose, creating a Distraction (2 free invokes)

Caster:
Caster gets the hint, and slips around a pallet of crates during Bella’s shooty display, running after the non-courageous guy
(Distraction, rolling sneaking +5 = +7)

GM:
Bella can’t find cover quickly enough to evade the tall one’s blaster fire (2 stress)
She hisses and returns fire, blaster bolts punching messy holes in him (Careful +5 vs defense -2)
Composing herself, she makes an “after you” gesture to Kes.

Kes-Varn:
Kes blinks in surprise, taken aback by the exchange of fire. “You okay?” she asks as she slides through the door.

GM:
“Ask me later,” she says as she falls in behind.

Kes-Varn:
“Luckily this is a medical facility.”

GM:
Kes can now see the other guy toward the end of this hall
And is only peripherally aware of Caster’s presence

Kes-Varn:
Kes picks up speed into a sprint and attempts to tackle him. (Forceful 2+2 = 4)

GM:
(vs Defense 0) Kes drags the man nearly two meters before slamming him to the floor. His helmeted head makes a coconut sound as it smacks the space linoleum, and he loses consciousness.

Kes-Varn:
She pats down his pockets to see if he has any information or cool things.

GM:
She finds an encrypted datapad and hears an “Ooo” as Bella comes up behind her.

Kes-Varn:
Kes doesn’t even look as she’s handing it back to her over her shoulder.

GM:
“Freeze!” comes a muffled voice behind you. You turn to see six Imperial stormtroopers, blasters at the ready.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Session 23
In Which the Empire Lowers the Boot

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

SILENT DESTINY

Episode II
The Hounds of Winter

Chapter Three
Hidden Fortune

The crew of Silent Destiny brought the HIDDEN FORTUNE, long-lost flagship of the InterGalactic Banking Clan’s fabled treasure fleet, to the Expansion Region system of Majoor.

Their plan to cripple the ruthless criminal organization known as BLACK SUN comes one step closer to fruition when they rendezvous with the Gilded Reeksa, VIGO SHAL’MAK’S yacht.

But the Imperial Star Destroyer Reprisal has just arrived on the scene, threatening everything that Silent Destiny’s crew has worked so hard to achieve….

SESSION 23
Everyone is on the Gilded Reeksa, in the bar: the PCs, Zeva Vigil, R4-J16, Bella Nox, Savit Saren, Shal’mak, Kreet’ah, Cero, and an assortment of Black Sun button men and Twi’lek slaves.
(The Twi’lek slave that Caster previously talked to, Vyn, is somewhere forward of the bar.)
Shal’mak rounds on the PCs; she’s closest to Kay. “What did you DO!?”

Caster:
“Better question, what did you do?”

Kaylani:
“Not a one of us is wanting to see a Star Destroyer, Shal’mak.” glares at Caster

GM:
Zeva, who’s standing beside Kay, takes a step in between them.

Kes-Varn:
Kes raises a calming hand, trying to direct it at both Caster (shut up, kid) and at Shal’mak. “We don’t like the Empire any more than the next group of illegal smugglers. Could it be something from the Fortune?”
(Careful +6)

GM:
Shal’mak is still furious, but at least she isn’t furious at you. Right now.
“Could be,” Bella offers. “She might be broadcasting some sort of homing signal we didn’t know about.”

Caster:
Caster grits his teeth and keeps the set of insults on the inside. For now.

Kes-Varn:
“Can we find it? Shut it off? How long would that take?”

Caster:
“Uh, Captain, they already know we’re here, I think.”

Kes-Varn:
“We’re not in any tractor beam yet.”

GM:
Savit, a little gravely: “I don’t think that’s what’s happened here.”

Kes-Varn:
“Explain.”

GM:
It looks like the Star Destroyer has deployed a Sentinel-class landing craft in your general direction. It’s a ways off yet.

Caster:
“Ok, it’s leave time, yes? Yes.”

GM:
Savit: “I think it’s Marta.” He glances at Kay.

Caster:
rolls his eyes at the new name, quickly slams back the rest of his drink

Kaylani:
swallows a coughstarts laughing*drops head into arms on top of the bar*

GM:
Savit, to the others: “My sister, Kay’s mother, is our woman in the Imperial ranks…”

Caster:
fumbles around, finds a bottle of something, pops it and takes a long swig “With a reaction like that, everything is wonderful!”

GM:
I’ve long been concerned that their cause is more important to her than ours is."

Kes-Varn:
Kes is silent for a long moment. “That’s something that should have come up as a possibility.” It’s not said loudly. But she sounds pissed.
“What does that mean for this ship?”

GM:
R4-J16 bloops sadly.

Kaylani:
mumbling a mostly incoherent jumble of basic, zabraki, and bocce “course hers is more important, ‘course she shows up now, ’course we’re all here in the middle of nowhere with a star destroyer and treasure and we’re all going to die and I won’t even get to yell at her first”

GM:
“You’re welcome to yell at me,” Savit says with a little smile.

Kes-Varn:
Kes rests a hand on Kay’s shoulder and squeezes. “Stay with me, girl.”

Caster:
“Well, the empire probably wants the money. They won’t blow us up, not while we’re tethered and docked and stuff. They send a boarding party— that’s what, 6 people? 7 people? Is there a good collective noun for a boarding party?”

Kes-Varn:
“I would,” she says to Savit, “but we don’t have that kind of time.”

GM:
“No more’n a dozen,” Bella says.

Kaylani:
waves a vaguely rude gesture towards her Uncle “You’re no fun to yell at, you always make it sound so reasonable.”

GM:
“But if things go badly for them, there are plenty more where those came from.”

Caster:
“No, no. We don’t want to beat them. We want to make this look… unprofitable. How much does it cost to train a stormtrooper?”

GM:
Shal’mak: “Then let’s get on board the treasure ship and hyperspace ’er outta here.”
Bella sucks in a breath through her sharp teeth.

Kes-Varn:
Kes raises her eyebrows at Bella. “That’s the most reasonable thing I’ve heard so far,” she says pointedly.

Kaylani:
starts gigglinggasps*covers her mouth with her hand*

Kes-Varn:
“Can we… make sure everything is going to be functional? It’s an old ship.”

GM:
Shal’mak squints at the Captain.
With attention diverted from him, Savit works his way among the Twi’lek slaves, telling each in Ryl to use the escape pod once everyone else is off the Gilded Reeksa.

Kes-Varn:
(sneaky 0)

GM:
Smiles and Knives for All; The Countdown Has Started
(that’s vs a +3)

Kaylani:
“No, no, the nav computer requires manual computation, it can’t talk to our usual programs, we’d probably hit a star.” emphasizing the vaguely hysterical note from the earlier giggle as she talks

Caster:
does his best to keep his composure while he looks at his crewmates in turn
“OK!”

GM:
“The Hell with that,” Shal’mak says. “Let’s get on that barge now and we’ll bring the Reeksa inside.”

Caster:
“My dear pilot, you are drunk. You are drunk and hysterical. None of us have time for that. Lets get you back on our ship, pronto.”
“Savit, if you could be so kind.:

GM:
Savit and Zeva move to flank the pilot.
Everyone is on the Gilded Reeksa, in the bar: the PCs, Zeva Vigil, R4-J16, Bella Nox, Savit Saren, Shal’mak, Kreet’ah, Cero, and an assortment of Black Sun button men and Twi’lek slaves.

Kaylani:
snorts “You make a terrible Captain, Caster.” glares at Savitoffers an arm to Zeva* “But I’ll follow the pretty lady, if that’s where she thinks I should go.”

Caster:
“Shal, we should jump separately. The destroyer can’t jump after both of us. We’ll reconvene at a safer, later date.”

GM:
“I’m afraid I must insist,” Zeva says.

Kes-Varn:
Kes just about beams with pride

Caster:
“We maximize our survival-ability this way.”

GM:
(vs a +4)
“All right. Kreet’ah, take command here. Jump back to Corellia soon as you can. I’m goin’ with my loot.”

Kaylani:
*quietly*is trying to be calm again* “Three trails better than two?”

Caster:
“I’d never separate a lady from her hoard. You can even find the shiniest box.”

GM:
It’s just gross when her eyes sparkle like that.

Caster:
to Key, meaningfully “Get back on our ship. Lay down. Get some rest. Bella, go with her. Make sure she does it.”

GM:
So it takes THREE NPCs to shepherd Kay back to Silent Destiny. : D
Bella keeps at least one eye on her datapad, though.
J16 sticks by the Captain’s side.
The boarding ship draws closer.
So now the PCs and their friends are on the Hidden Fortune, as are Shal’mak, Cero, and a handful of Black Sun gunsels.
Shal’mak: “So what does it take to get this heap goin? We ain’t got much time.”
Meanwhile, in Hidden Fortune’s server room, a tiny blue light comes on, and a voice nobody hears says, “Broadcasting.”

Caster:
“We’re working on it.” Caster glances at the other PCs, looking for time. he doesn’t know that the next lie is

Kes-Varn:
“Get out and push,” Kes jokes tightly.

GM:
J16 beeps in agreement.

Caster:
“Ship’s bridge is this way. points at a random hall Kay, J16 go… get ready to jump. As fast as you can.”

GM:
J16 does that sort of whirring double take that you see BB-8 do.

Caster:
ducks into another hallway, this one away from where the Silent Destiny is

GM:
But follows orders anyway. Humans. What can you do?

Kaylani:
“Still a terrible Captain.” salutes Caster anyway, heads towards Silent Destiny to prep it for escapewhistles at J16 and smiles* “Come along then.”

Caster:
Caster starts leading the group towards the treasure hold

GM:
She briefly considers sending someone along with Kay and the droid, but doesn’t.

Caster:
prays to the force that none of the NPCs blow the bluff

GM:
You finally make it to the treasure hold. It is still one of the most glorious sights in the whole galaxy.

Caster:
“Heh. Still wonderful.”

GM:
Shal’mak stands transfixed. Cero and the other hoods simply gape at it.

Caster:
cuts, and sprints away from the group as fast as he can towards the Silent Destiny

Kes-Varn:
Kes takes a couple of seconds to catch on — and also sprints after him, drawing her rifle as she goes. Just in case.

GM:
Bella and Zeva immediately break into a run; Savit needs an extra moment to process what’s happening.
“What th-” You hear Kreet’ah’s voice crackle over Shal’mak’s comlink, clearly cursing in the Kian’thar language.
Bella’s virus beams itself into every Black Sun database in the sector… and, from there, all points beyond.
YOU!” Shal’mak howls.
“Us!” Bella calls back, pressing a button on her datapad.
Hidden Fortune shudders as the yacht alongside her explodes in a massive fireball.
<canonquake>
WHAT DID YOU DO!” Shal’mak yells again. “GET THEM!”

Caster:
tries to gracefully turn around to throw a retort back, slams into the side of the ship at the explosion, decides to keep running

GM:
“I shoulda known when you bailed on meetin’ at Takodana!” she calls.
The goons begin pursuit.
There’s a blast door coming up.
This one IS currently open.
Kes attempts to close the blast door behind her before the Black Sun goons can reach it.

Kes-Varn:
(Quickly 2 + stunt 2 = 4)

GM:
(vs a +2) The blast doors hiss close before any of the goons can reach it. Shal’mak, still shouting: “I ain’t never seen a private contract like the one they took out on YOU, though. Why your hunk o’ junk ship is worth a MILLION credits I’ll NEVER know!”

Kes-Varn:
Kes beams. “We’re worth a million!”

GM:
Bella: “I’ll say.”

Caster:
fist pump “Nice. We’re doing good!”

Kes-Varn:
Kes elbows him sharply.

GM:
Bella: “We should keep moving. They’ll try to find another way out, and that shuttle will be here any minute.”

Caster:
“Oh, yes. Let’s leave.”

GM:
Savit: “I had hoped to seize these assets for my cause, but wealth IS fleeting.”
Bella: “To say the least. Kes-Varn, you want me to blow this ship too?” Her pupils are huge in the darkness.

Kes-Varn:
“Not while we’re on it,” Kes says, confused.

GM:
The big eyes roll. “Well, of course not.”
“I mean after that.”

Caster:
“Well, better to deal with the devil you know, than the devil you don’t, yes? Shal is predictable. We can beat her.”

Kes-Varn:
“Shal’mak’s on it. Was that not the point?”

Caster:
“Oh, that. Yeah. We don’t need another million dollar bounty.”

GM:
The twisting maze of corridors bring you back to Silent Destiny. She’s never been such a welcome sight.

Caster:
dashes in “I knew I hated this plan!”

GM:
The engines are hot, and the course is already laid in.

Kes-Varn:
“In we go! Go go go!”

Kaylani:
going

GM:
The landing ramp ratchets closed behind you. The bay doors are intolerably slow to open.
You can hear the chatter of the approaching shuttle, trying to hail the Fortune.

Caster:
mantra of insults and curses starts getting flung at whatever is nearby. It’s strangely meditative

GM:
Your ship glides free of the Hidden Fortune’s bay. Luckily for you, the shuttle is on the other side of the massive freighter.

Kaylani:
attempts to keep Hidden Fortune between the Silent Destiny and the Imperials during the run up to hyperspace

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ fingers are digging holes into the back of Kay’s seat.

GM:
Kay punches the throttle and you speed away from the treasure ship. Bella presses another button and the starry sky is illuminated as something behind you explodes.
(The audience sees the Hidden Fortune go up like a string of fireworks)
(Kay invokes You Can’t Take the Sky from Me for a Clever +3)
Once the shockwave has passed, Kay pushes the ship’s hyperdrive to life, and you speed into the tunnel of shining light and away from Majoor and the ISS Reprisal

Caster:
“Well, that was fun.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sags with relief.

GM:
Zeva: “Woo-hoo!”

Kes-Varn:
“Fun’s a word I wouldn’t have attached to the situation. But you do you.” She claps Caster on the shoulder. “Good damn work, kid!”

Kaylani:
attempts to ignore everyone and focus on the ship, but can’t help but smile at Zeva

Caster:
“Your ability to detect sarcasm is as razor sharp as ever… but, good work yourself.”

Kes-Varn:
“Really, that was quick thinking. You saved our skins, kid.” She’s beaming at him, it’s kind of maternal, it probably scares him.

Caster:
“I’m gonna, uh, go,,, to, uh, do a thing? Doing a thing. Elsewhere. Yeah.”

GM:
<canonquake>

Kaylani:
“I suppose I should with the thanks too.” glances up at Caster “Thank you.” shifts to loo at Kes instead "Sorry for the … " shrugs “Not helping?”

GM:
Zeva comes alongside Kay’s beloved pilot’s chair

Kes-Varn:
“We got out, didn’t we?” She smiles gently, then the expression falls. “I’m sorry about — about Marta.” Somehow, calling her ‘your mom’ doesn’t seem right.

Kaylani:
“Too much there to know what I”m sorry about." shrugs again “But thanks to you as well, pretty lady.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes gives Kay a big ol’ hug.

GM:
Zeva grins.
Bella appears. “So, where are we headed?”

Kaylani:
“What, had enough surprises for the day, have you?”

GM:
She shrugs. “I’d like to know…”

Kaylani:
“Kessel was the plan, unless someone has a pressing need to be dropped somewhere else?”

Caster:
“Somewhere with a decent bar?”

GM:
Bella and Savit exchange shakes of the head.

Kaylani:
“Oh, we got one of those here! Which I’m sure I will be getting acquainted with, as soon as the Captain can spare me. As I also need to be having several small chats with my dear Uncle, don’t I?” grins with too many teeth “I think we could use some … smoothing.”

GM:
Savit: “Painful as it sounds, I believe we’ll all be the better for it when it’s done.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes snorts loudly at him.

GM:
Silent Destiny speeds on its way toward her future.

THE END OF
EPISODE II:
THE HOUNDS OF WINTER
(and a major milestone!)

TO BE CONTINUED IN
EPISODE III

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Interlude: Housekeeping
In Which Zeva Vexes Bella

Zeva fought to keep her gorge from rising. Even the service corridors on the Gilded Reeksa were strewn with the Vigo’s idea of tasteful trappings. I was brought up to believe, she thought, that nobody truly owns anything. This woman’s arrogance, her insistence on displaying her wealth so… so grandiosely…

“You okay there, Housekeeping?” Bella Nox walked along her right-hand side, the cool green of her eyes darkened with concern as they flicked from her datapad to Zeva and back. Bella’s free hand rested on one blaster pistol’s butt; the Cathar was just as uncomfortable as Zeva.

“What?”

“That is your job on the ship, right? Housekeeping?”

“Yes, but I have a name.”

“Good for you, kid.” Bella paused at a T intersection, then turned toward port. “Should be just up here.”

Zeva quickened her pace to keep up. “Have I offended you in some way, Bella?”

“No. Kind of. Not really. It’s complicated. Hold on.” Stopping at a secured door, Bella ran a short length of cable from her datapad to the access panel. “Keep an eye out while I slice this.”

“Complicated how?” Zeva’s focus on the mission had slipped. “I know I haven’t talked much with you, but I’m… shy around new people.”

Bella paused long enough to give Zeva a look. “Nah, I get that. It’s weird, but I get it.”

“How is that weird?”

The slicer paused, glanced up at the Jedi. “You don’t flirt with me.”

“Of course I don’t.”

“What do you mean, ‘Of course I don’t?’ Everybody flirts with me.” Bella flashed her carnivorous smile. “I’m everybody’s type. I’m a delight.”

“I’m spoken for.” Spoken for? There must be a better way to put it than that. It’s not like I’ve had much time to think about it…

“So what? It’s just flirting, Housekeeping. It doesn’t have to mean anything.” Bella turned her attention back to the lock. “Besides, if you practice with me, maybe you can keep up with Kay. She’s one of the best flirts I’ve ever seen.”

Zeva gave this a moment’s thought. “Will you feel less offended if I flirt with you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? That isn’t what vexes me about you, though.”

“Oh? What is it, then?”

“Complicated. Like I said.” The door slid open, allowing the Cathar to enter the server room two steps in front of the Jedi.

Zeva had seen her share of computer rooms in her day, but never one so vast – rows of machines as far as the eye could see, each one powerful enough to manage an entire planet. This is it, she reminded herself. This is the hub of Black Sun’s entire intelligence network. If we can just -

Bella was on the move again. “Wait up!” Zeva hissed, following the slicer through the twisty maze of machines. “How is it complicated?”

She nearly bumped into Bella, who had stopped inches away from a hulking apelike being from a species Zeva didn’t recognize. “What are you two doing in here?” it – he – bellowed, blaster pistol suddenly at the ready.

All right. Bella’s good at talking to people. Not as good as Kay, but who is? Let’s see what she’s got before we resort to anything secret.

“The music stopped playing over the lounge PA,” Bella said brightly. “The Vigo sent us down here to reset the system.”

The simian leaned down to sniff at Bella, swallowing up what little light fell on her. “You don’t work for the Vigo.”

“No, sir. But she does like my taste in music!” Bella held up the datapad, which now displayed a roster of jatz songs that were ancient when Zeva was still a Padawan. A nostalgic thrill panged the Jedi’s heart as she spotted the song she and Kay had danced to at Corellia’s Winter Palace. “And the party’s dying up there! Just let me kick the flow back on, and we’ll be out of your way in two ticks.” A low purr, nearly inaudible, had crept into Bella’s voice at the end, and Zeva recognized a pulse of attraction for the Cathar somewhere in her belly.

But the simian raised his communicator. Zeva’s shock baton flew like a bullet and discharged as it struck his neck, the comm slipping from his grasp. He shook his head to regain his bearings, but by then Zeva had rolled between Bella’s legs and sprung to her feet, her ready fist rising up to catch the simian under the chin and send him to the deck, unconscious.

The Jedi collected her weapon, tucked her hair back behind her ear, and turned to see the bewilderment on Bella’s face. “See, that’s what vexes me,” the Cathar said before stepping over the fallen guard and parking in front of a terminal. “Keep an eye out, if you will?” She connected her pad to the access point and got to work.

“Bella, I —”

“I know you’re no maid. Well, you aren’t just a maid. Silent Destiny is the cleanest tramp freighter I’ve ever set foot on. Still, I’ve never seen anyone who can fight like you.”

Zeva tried to stretch out with her feelings, to sense if anyone else was nearby, but found it impossible to center herself. “It’s hard to explain,” she managed.

“I should just let it go, I know. But I can’t.” She looked at Zeva and sharply smiled. “Nothing is worse than a question I can’t answer.”

“Or shouldn’t,” Zeva said, hoping it sounded more like a warning than a threat.

“Maybe so, yeah. Zeva Milaska is a well-sliced fiction, don’t get me wrong. I doubt I could do any better, myself. But she doesn’t exist before the Sidori Star Cluster.” Bella’s smile disappeared. “And before that, I can’t find anything about you on the HoloNet. Anywhere.”

“You’ve been trying to find out about me?” A slight tremble started in Zeva’s knees.

Bella nodded. “I vet everybody I work with. I am a professional… except when I’m not.” She gave Zeva a wink, and went back to her work. “The truth is, I’m afraid of you, Housekeeping. The closest thing I can find that maps to you is the Emperor’s Hand… but I can’t come up with a good reason for the Emperor’s secret Force-ly operative to pal around with Kes and her crew.”

Zeva’s thoughts went to Darth Vader, then to Möbius Vyle, the would-be secret Sith apprentice she’d dueled back on Almengotti. “How many ‘Force-ly’ servants does the Emperor have?”

“Including you?”

“I’m not an Imperial agent.” Zeva stepped around the fallen guard and moved within reach of the slicer.

“What are you, then?”

“To you? An ally.” She placed a hand on Bella’s shoulder. “And a friend, if I can trust you.”

Smirking, Bella said, “That sounds pretty dangerous. I barely trust me.”

“I’ve seen how you look at the Captain,” Zeva said before she could stop herself. “If you stick around after this business is behind us, I want to… make an effort.”

She felt Bella relax beneath her fingers, if only slightly. “All right. Making an effort. I can do that, too. And, maybe someday, you’ll trust me enough to tell me who you are.”

“The truth is pretty unbelievable.”

“Isn’t it always?” Bella’s smile always gave Zeva the impression that she was dwelling on a secret that only she knew. “I know you wouldn’t believe me if I told you about the last time I was on Nar Shaddaa. You see, Savit and I were—”

“How much longer will it take you to upload the virus?”

“Oh, that? I finished five minutes ago.” That damnable smirk, again. “But, here we are getting to know each other. I didn’t want to put that off any longer. But I know you don’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting. Come on, Zeva; let’s get back upstairs.”

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