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Episode I: The Heart of the Beast (IC)

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Episode I: The Heart of the Beast

 

Hard times have befallen Elrood Sector.

 

The tyranny of the GALACTIC EMPIRE has descended

 

on this lowly, backwater section of space. Orbital bombardment and occupation

 

has crushed the once-free voice of the planet Derilyn and enveloped the remaining systems in fear.

 

Seeking their various fortunes, several beings make their way to the imprisoned world aboard a small freighter.

 

They may soon discover that they have much in common….

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The blue-green globe glides silently through space. In orbit, a swarm of space docks, shipyards and starships scurry around one platform in particular.

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Near the outer markers, a small freighter lurches as it returns to realspace.

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Inside the cockpit. an aging human sits at the controls flanked by a LE-series repair droid.

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The comm system comes to life, "Attention Barloz-class freighter, this is Derilyn Orbital Control. Transmit identification." the voice demands with militaristic precision.

 

"This is Captain Aykur Cortain of the Rood Rambler. Transmitting BoSS ID codes now," replies the elder human. After a short pause, the voice has more orders. "Identification confirmed. Vacate hyperspace entry point and proceed on course 2-9-Alpha. Escorts will arrive shortly."

 

"Thank ya, Derilyn Orbital Control." The pleasantry is met with silence.

 

The droid speaks up, "Not very friendly, are they?"

 

"'Friendly' doesn't seem to be part of the Imperial vocabulary, Levi. but that doesn't mean we stop." Captain Cortain keys the intercom. "Well, gentlemen, we have arrived in the Derilyn system. I wouldn't be surprised if these Imps have a customs inspection in store for us soon."

 

((Feel free to chime in, interact with anyone at this point... game on!))

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Ral Voidstar's ear twitches as he stands looking out the window of the Rood Rambler, the blue swirl of hyperspace scatters and the star field of realspace takes view. Voidstar's thoughts turn to the rumors of Derilyn being in-part or whole involved in slave trafficking. A “grrr” escapes him for a moment before calming himself.

Various stellar objects come into view, distant planets and such, as he tries to be more constructive. There are other passengers aboard seemingly headed to the same destination during the trip through hyperspace Ral has been trying to determine whether to approach any of them. His traveling companions consist of a plane dressed Bothan, a reptilian humanoid of a species he doesn't recognize and a well dressed Rodian in a business attire with an air of charisma. None of them seem to be a threat, everyone appears armed equally. Val decides to go with the unknown first, Rodian second and Bothan third.

 

Ral Voidstar takes a seat next to the reptilian humanoid “Your new, that is I haven't seen your species before. Been in the sector long? Heard anything interesting about the planet that the ships headed to? … apologies I'm Ral Voidstar” Ral will give an Asilyr gesture of greeting (equivalent to offering a handshake)

 

crackle as the PA activates. “Well, gentlemen, we have arrived in the Derilyn system. I wouldn't be surprised if these Imps have a customs inspection in store for us soon“ says the voice of the Rood Rambler's Captain.

Edited by janus methedor

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Rashk lowered his datapad, allowing his thoughts to drift. The Way by Golm Fervse'dra was not something he felt a pressing need to reread, but thought that a reminder of the stereotypes others would anticipate might be useful. He watched the shift from hyperspace, watched the other passengers either waiting or milling about. The Farghul, Rashk thought he'd heard the name Voidstar mentioned, crossed to the Falleen.

 

The Farghul struck up a conversation, which Rashk hoped to listen in on, but was thwarted by an announcement from the Captain.

 

Rashk thought back to the meeting on Alderaan that led to this moment. Certainly not a mission like his family carried out during the Clone Wars. But it was a mission, a favor for a friend. And it was time to start. He picked up his copy of The Way and continued, making mental notes of what transpired in the common room.

Edited by Lee Torres

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Ral Voidstar takes a seat next to the reptilian humanoid “Your new, that is I haven't seen your species before. Been in the sector long? Heard anything interesting about the planet that the ships headed to? … apologies I'm Ral Voidstar” Ral will give an Asilyr gesture of greeting (equivalent to offering a handshake)

 

crackle as the PA activates. “Well, gentlemen, we have arrived in the Derilyn system. I wouldn't be surprised if these Imps have a customs inspection in store for us soon“ says the voice of the Rood Rambler's Captain.

 

Xadius looks up from the game he has been playing on his computer. Taking in the new arrival he looks blankly at him until his mind fully shifts away from the strategy of the game. He smiles slightly.

 

"I am Falleen, from the planet of the same name. Most of my species has the good sense to stay at home." It takes him another moment to gather his thoughts for the rest of the barrage of questions. "I have been in the sector for a couple of years now, although I believe this is the first time to this planet since the imperials took it over. I actually design video games, and I am hoping to get some good data and images of imperial equipment and soldiers. That way I can make my newest project be more believable. So what do you do Mr. Voidstar?"

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Tosh spends most of the journey tapping away at his personal computer, checking and rechecking mundane items and occasionally muttering a few words in an attempt to appear focused on business matters. He glances occasionally at the others on the freighter, attempting to size them up and knowing that if any of them hold keys to his goals on Derilyn, he may have a limited time to establish a contact. Noting the Bothan nearby, Tosh sneers slightly. Slick, sly, and driven, Bothans are one of the few species Tosh trusts less than his own.

 

Yes, the Bothan is clearly the one to talk to first.

 

As the ship settles into realspace, Tosh notices two of the other passengers starting to get cozy.

 

I suppose it's time, he thinks, and he tucks away his computer, rises, and approaches the Bothan, keeping an ear to the others' conversation.

 

"Good day, sir," he says gently. "I can't help but notice that you seem to be enjoying a good story. What's that you're reading?"

Edited by retriever
fixed a verb tense

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"Good day, sir," he says gently. "I can't help but notice that you seem to be enjoying a good story. What's that you're reading?"

 

Rashk looked up, putting on the air of one momentarily perplexed. Good, he thought. "It is The Way, by Golm Fervse'dra. I haven't read it in... probably nine cycles. A friend mentioned seeing a release on the holonet from the Commission for the Preservation of the New Order that stated that The Way captured the essence of everything that is wrong with the Bothan species. I thought it might be wise to reread it in that light, that I may become a better citizen of the Empire." Rashk smiled, trying his best to keep all irony and sarcasm from his countenance.

Edited by Lee Torres

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Ral Considered the question. “What do you do...” the Faleen had asked. Voidstar want's to ask about the Slave trade, but can't be to forward.

 

After a moment of though Ral will respond. “I've done some. . off the books geological safety with rrelated mining out in the Rim, but rrecently I've moved away from that and been Investigating the Planetary Market seeing if there is anything interesting. You know of anything interesting?” he'll shift his garb to untangle his tail. “I don't believe I caught your name Mr. Faleen, unless you like Mr.Faleen?”

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Thuag spends most of his time in his quarters in thought, when seen about the ship he moves with purpose to the mess hall and to the common room where, like know he sets in meditation. though he seems imposing at 9ft tall and weighing in at 469lbs, he always seems curious to those around him and will allow others to pass before him through portals and the like. He always waits until all gathered at meals to get there food before he himself will eat. Most of the time hie interaction tend to be short and to the point. Though courteous he does not seem to understand or have strong abilities in general conversational skills. Thuag is the consummate warrior always armed and in his armor, always looking about, and always tense like a trap ready to close on its prey any minute. Thuag always looks well groomed and his arms and armor well cared for, almost to the point of obsessiveness. He wears his hair back in a long braid in the tradition style of most Coynites. a deep scar cuts through his left check but if people notice it he seems to beam with pride rather than shirk away is if ti was a mark of shame. AS the ship is receiving its docking clearance Thuag is sitting quietly in the common room meditating.

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After a moment of though Ral will respond. “I've done some. . off the books geological safety with rrelated mining out in the Rim, but rrecently I've moved away from that and been Investigating the Planetary Market seeing if there is anything interesting. You know of anything interesting?” he'll shift his garb to untangle his tail. “I don't believe I caught your name Mr. Faleen, unless you like Mr.Faleen?”

 

"I am very sorry, my name is Xadius Mizhier." Closing his portable he turns to face Mr. Voidstar, "There really isn't anything interesting on the planet. There are mountain ranges on both continents, so if you are still interested in geology you might find something there of interest. Just don't break any rules... or apear to break any rules. You will be scooped up by the Empire and forced to work the mines." Xadius smiles, "At least that is the rumor."

Edited by Infinite Possibilities

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Captain Cortain manuevers into the traffic pattern and is met by a flight of four TIE Fighters. The attendant fighters escort the Rood Rambler towards the looming Derilyn Space Defense Platform.

 

((Anyone in the upper-deck lounge area will notice two of the TIE fighters through the viewports. One on either side of the freighter.))

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Rashk looked up, putting on the air of one momentarily perplexed. Good, he thought. "It is The Way, by Golm Fervse'dra. I haven't read it in... probably nine cycles. A friend mentioned seeing a release on the holonet from the Commission for the Preservation of the New Order that stated that The Way captured the essence of everything that is wrong with the Bothan species. I thought it might be wise to reread it in that light, that I may become a better citizen of the Empire." Rashk smiled, trying his best to keep all irony and sarcasm from his countenance.

 

"Ah, The Way, yes, I think I've heard of it," replied Tosh. "Unfortunately, I don't have much time to read. I'm a businessman...rare culture-specific gadgets and trinkets, mostly."

 

As a TIE fighter comes into view, Tosh rises.

 

"Excuse me, but it appears we will be docking soon."

 

Tosh moves back to his computer, checking it to ensure that the proper safety measures are in place to keep his arms inventory well hidden. He speaks as he works:

 

"Is it business that brings you to Derilyn?"

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"Indeed? I deal in religious artifacts, primarily. Today, however, I am transporting an inheritance to an honored friend of my clan. He worked alongside my grandfather during the Clone Wars. With my ancestor's recent passing, it has fallen to me to carry out his last wish." Rashk kept his features impassive.

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1 + 1 + 4 (+2)

Reroll: 5

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8

 

Results for 4D = 4, 2, 3, 6 = Total: 15

 

Rashk's story seems legit enough. However, Tosh is lying about something: Either he hasn't really heard of "The Way", he does have time to read, he's not a businessman or he is a businessman, but he doesn't deal in the wares he mentioned. One of those things seems false, but you're not sure which.

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Rashk senses some deception on the Rodian's story, but decides to let it pass. This is the Elrood Sector, after all. Perhaps the Rodian's "culture-specific gadgets and trinkets" emit energized plasma or explode. Nothing to worry about. If the Imperials board it will distract them from his presence.

 

"So, gadgets and trinkets? You plan to sell them on Derilyn, or are you seeking new wares to carry?"

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After Mizhier's statement of forced mines Ral's face takes on a sour expression for a moment, but then returns to normal.

 

"Forced Mining, well that's one way to violate Aa'kua... So what's your opinion of the Imperium?" TIEs take escort point outside a nearby window "Speaking of the Empire it seems that we have visitors."

 

 

Voidstar will stand and straighten his clothing "Must look presentable..." as he is adjusting he also will be hiding his hold-out blaster

 

(Hide roll 1 + 6+2+1 =10

Re-roll: 1

New total =3)

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"So, gadgets and trinkets? You plan to sell them on Derilyn, or are you seeking new wares to carry?"

 

"Simply seeing what's out there," Tosh says. Unfortunately, his Bothan shipmate seems like a real straight-shooter. Probably not someone who'll lead to the sort of contacts he needs. Still, it was hard to ignore the word inheritance...

 

"So there is something so important it must be personally transported to its recipient?" Tosh asks, trying to look a bit disinterested to counter the undeniably prying question.

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After Mizhier's statement of forced mines Ral's face takes on a sour expression for a moment, but then returns to normal.

 

"Forced Mining, well that's one way to violate Aa'kua... So what's your opinion of the Imperium?" TIEs take escort point outside a nearby window "Speaking of the Empire it seems that we have visitors."

 

 

Voidstar will stand and straighten his clothing "Must look presentable..." as he is adjusting he also will be hiding his hold-out blaster

 

Xadius shrugs, "The Imperium is just like the Old Republic. Impractical."

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"So there is something so important it must be personally transported to its recipient?"

 

"Its value is perhaps only truly known to its recipient. I have the sense that it was worth much in the last days of the Republic. Before the attempted coup."

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While smoothing out his clothing "Well, it certainly has been an interesting conversation. Thank you Mr.Mizhier, maybe we'll meet again." Voidstar will give a slight bow, then look around seeing if anything catches his eye, eventually he decides to go to the mess to get something to eat before the ship reaches customs.

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