Dawn of Defiance (SW: AoR)

What a rush

All I can say is WHOA!! what a rush. It fells good to stick it to the Empire. No GREAT!!!!! This one is for the Felucians. Although I have never thought of myself as a warrior I am beginning to gain confidence in my own strength and with the help of my friends I am beginning to feel that there is nothing we cant accomplish together.

I will say that the longer we do this the more I become just sick of the thing the Empire thinks they can get away with. I am so glad I followed my feelings into the lab to find that deplorable act. No one has a right to do that to people and they got what they deserve. I hope the chemical compounds we found can be analyzed to find out exactly what they where doing.

I am still worried about the dark feeling I had. I do think we will encounter whatever that was in the very near future. I am also still concerned about the disease that is affecting the Felucians. I feel as one of there own I need to return to help find a cure to this horrible illness. I will try and talk Captain Verana to let me return on this furlough to help them out. On the plus side we did get a couple of vehicles for our little group of rabble rousers. I just hope Miko can learn to fly one of these.

Interlude 1
Yeah, so that just happened.

The ASN team have a chance to recuperate and lick their wounds, perhaps tie up some loose ends. Safely aboard Senator Organa’s newly commissioned frigate Resurgence, they float quietly in the remote and uninhabited Zandrax system, far from the Emperor’s prying eyes.

Their recent successes have been met with high praise: recruiting leaders (Col. Mandrake), new allies (the Felucians), and new resources (a Y-Wing Longprobe and a Lambda-Class Imperial Shuttle – which may come in handy some day…) all added to the Senator’s growing dissident movement.

Team members can spend 2000 credits recently deposited into each of their accounts (labeled only as “services rendered” from an unknown source). They will have opportunity to get to know some of their allies better (Sironna, Mandrake, General Varsh, Captain Verana), while they wait for whatever Organa’s insurgency calls for next…

CUT SCENE #3.5: The Banshee
In the Air Tonight

The Banshee sits stately among the purple and green flora of the Felucian jungle.
Crates and barrels are stacked semi-neatly near the base of the boarding ramp. A few meters away, Miko stands looking skyward, holding a metal pipe to the sky like a circus juggler about to balance it on his chin… Captain Sironna is not far away, tapping her earpiece and shouting.

Hold still! You’re supposed to have steady hands! Higher!

Seriously? You could do more than just “supervise”, you know.

I have to provide your eyes and ears. Move back a step.

Miko wobbles unsteadily and tries to comply. He seems to be holding a series of pipes, tubes, ship parts, etc that are taped, soldered, and wired together to form about 10 meters of vertical “antenna”.

Next time Crash gets a “great idea”, how about asking for a second opinion first…

Look, I’ve been very sporting and have kept the length and “how he handles it” jokes to a minimum. The least you could do is keep it up. (She smirks. Miko manages a sideways stink eye. She taps on her earpiece violently) Sorry. Crash? Slow down. You’re breaking up, buddy. What? Hold on, i’m coming up. .

I’ll just, uh… stay here then.
(The “antenna” begins to teeter and he shuffles to keep it vertical)

SIRONNA (back and sliding down the ramp)
Miko! Drop it. We have a problem!

How big a problem?

Really…? Size again? How about Imperial Star Destroyer Suddenly In Orbit sized?

MIKO (letting the “antenna” fall)
There’s always someone bigger…

CUT to: Inside the Banshee

We have no comms and haven’t heard from them in hours, how do we know where they are? Or even where to look?

SIRONNA (ungracefully pulling a smuggler’s panel off the wall)
We don’t. But we have a narrow strip between here and the imperial facility to start from.

MIKO (pointing at the just-revealed smuggler’s cubby)
I totally knew that was there.

SIRONNA (digging around inside, produces a large backpack)
Here it is. Not sure it’ll work in this atmosphere, but it may be your best shot.

“My” best shot…? Wait, what?

SIRONNA (opening the big backpack up and pulling out a dented, scraped up jet pack)
What? (pause) I borrowed it from an Ex, forgot to give it back.

I’ve got a bad feeling -

- WIPE -

CUT SCENE #3: An Imperial Lab
What New Darkness...

A scrawny older man in a bright blue lab coat leans onto a console, studying it’s screens and touching dials and buttons. His brow is furrowed and he mutters to himself.

Pan back to see an Imperial officer standing nearby, dressed in khaki with navy blue trim (some cross between Imp Navy and Imp Intel?) His tight cap and shoulder and chest insignia indicate high rank. His hand are clasped behind his back, but his expression is of arrogant impatience.

Doctor. (waits a beat) Doctor! It has been three cycles. I respect that the (sneers) Scientific Method is a laborious process, but what progress, Doctor?

Hmm? Oh. (sighs) Captain, i’m afraid it’s a total loss. Again…

But three cycles is certainly an improvement, is it not?

Yes. Yes, but – (flustered) No. No no. It’s a loss. I will start again. Dispose of them like the others. (pounds a fist onto desktop) Blast!

- CUT to: Communications Center -
A handful of Imperials sit before consoles covered in beeping blinking lights. An officer in navy blue paces behind them.

Sir? could you take a look at this, sir?

OFFICER _ (walks over and leans in over the operator’s shoulder)_
What is it, son? More phantom blips?

Yes, sir. But this one is persistent. It isn’t steady, but it always turns up in the same place. I wouldn’t think much of it normally…

Mmm. The usual atmospheric interference? Go on…

It’s just that we haven’t heard from Post 1188 for some time. That isn’t unusual in itself, especially where they’re at. But the two are on about the same line, so it seemed, well… worth mentioning, sir.

OFFICER (standing tall again, performs the “Picard Maneuver”)
Due diligence, Ensign. Good work. Send a Scout detail. It may just be more of the locals, but we can -

Lieutenant! Dispatch for you, sir. Coded and on your secure channel.

Go ahead. Print it. (walks toward #2 casually as #2’s console rattles out a small tabbed parchment. He hands it sharply to the officer)

Indeed. (leans over CO #2 and punches a button)
Captain? A message, sir. He’s here.

(Voice Over CAPTAIN) after a pause
I’ll be right there.

We notice the Comm Ops glance nervously at each other

- WIPE -

Star War Journal Entry #2
Jungle Fever

Upon landing on Felucia, It was decided that Miko stay behind with Captain Okee to familiarize himself with the “upgrades” she made to the Banshee. I believe this was a wise choice as he is most likely going to be piloting the ship when she is otherwise unavailable, like dragging my sorry butt by my cape. I just hope Miko can handle her “aggressive” teaching style. Also, Mer’lin told us of a dream he had, where a presence of the dark side of the force awaited us on this planet. Personally, I have never put any faith in such hokey religions. All the same though, I will be sure to keep my best blaster at my side.

The away team composed of A’rreth, Leek, Mer’lin, and myself, had a dangerous trek through the thick jungle landscape of Felucia. First, some kind of spores in the air blocked all electronic scanners and communications. Next, my armor was damaged by stumbling into the acid pools scattered across the terrain. Then, A’rreth and Leek discovered that stopping to smell the flowers on this planet could give you a face full of fire. I can’t decide which smells worse, a wet Bothan or a scorched Bothan. These hazards are easy to avoid once discovered. However, the random sink holes show no sign of their presence until they open up ready to swallow you whole. Luckily my survival training kicked in, and I was able to help navigate the team across them via grappling hook and rope. Finally, Mer’lin saved my ill armored feet from stepping on the spike attacking fungi littered on the jungle floor. It is rather strange that he managed to escape all of the natural dangers of Felucia, while the rest of us had fallen victim to most of them. I believe that he has some heightened sense of his surroundings. I am curious if it is specific to him, or is it common for his race.

We came to a swamp. Leek being at home in the water, guided us across, going from island to island. Suddenly, I saw a large plant begin to move with hostile intent toward us. I thought it was yet another natural occurring obstacle of this planet. I shot at it. They retaliated. There were several of them though-out the swamp. One attacked me from above with a crude melee weapon made from what appeared to be a large jaw bone. The strike both broke my rifle and knocked me on my back. I quickly grabbed for my sidearm and dispatched it with haste. I stood up and took aim for the next. A humanoid voice screamed, “Stop! There has been a misunderstanding.” A rather dashing man approached. He is strangely very handsome for a human. He limped on his right leg. His grey and white hair pulled back in a pony tail telling the tail of the glory his life earned on the battlefield. He introduced himself as Colonel Mandrake and a former member of the separatist movement. He then went on to explain that these creatures that we were fighting were the native Felucians and enemies to the empire. My heart sank. I just killed several primitive native Felucians, not another obstacle of this jungle planet. What a tragedy. In previous battles I relied on primitive cultures to aid me in ground combat, and now I (we) may have lost a potential ally. I hope we can regain their trust after the blood that was shed in this swamp.

Colonel Mandrake brought us to his camp to heal our wounds and rest. He told us how the empire threatens their very existence. He pulled me aside. My stomach began to flutter. Although older and injured, he carried himself with such bravado. I am shocked at my infatuation towards a non-Chiss. I was glad he did not try to flirt with me. Instead, He entrusted me with a secret. We were just two honorable soldiers that would rather burn out than fade away.

The Colonel brought us to the Felucian camp. We discovered the Felucians pets, the mighty Kybuck. Kybucks are a furry bipedal macropods large enough for a humanoid to ride on its back. I befriended one, whilst A’rreth marked his territory, angering the rest. Mer’lin and Leek met with the leader of the Felucians and discovered that something was causing a number of them to become deathly ill. Upon hearing this, I vowed to myself that I would do anything and everything in my power to stop whatever was poisoning them and rid them of Imperial threat. I do this to at least repay them for the lives that I took, and earn their trust, so they may one day join the resistance. I have learned all too well, that a native defending his home, no matter how primitive, has a stronger will than any trained soldier. This war will be fought amongst the stars, but I will wager that a rebellious native swinging a club will one day turn the tide of a major battle. Senator Organa is going to need every resource he can muster.

Just then I spotted a stormtrooper scout on a speederbike marking the location of the camp. I signaled to the crew and made chase upon the backs of the mighty Kybucks. I am calling mine Fluffy, by the way. After a long and treacherous chase, we stopped him from being able to report the location of the Felucian village. It was about time we had a win on this planet. Suddenly, a sickened jungle rancor ambushed us. A few well placed shots from my best blaster made short work of it. A’rreth figures whatever was causing the illness amongst the Felucians also got to this rancor. He believes the Imperial forces must be doing something to the ground water. My guess is that they are using this remote location to perform immoral secret experiments and just dumping the rejected samples as landfill. I took the boots of the stormtrooper scout and disposed of my acid damaged ones. I hate to wear white with my colors, but this will have to do for now.

We approached the facility. Leek distracted the two stormtrooper guards on speeder bikes as they chased him up and down a nearby river. A’rreth and Mer’lin took shots of opportunity at them. I proceeded to snipe the two guards on the ramparts of the facility. During the battle, I took a serious shot to the shoulder and fell unconscious. Either A’rreth or Mer’lin grabbed a stimpack from my tactical vest and revived me. I finished off the Imperial scum that shot me. We were victorious and I got a new military issue rifle. This was all accomplished without a premeditated plan. Our team is really starting to gel. I think it is about time for me to reveal my true form. After all, there may come a time when they need to truly save my life in the field, and I don’t want that to be the first time they learn my race or gender. As we enter the Imperial Facility, we still have a lot to accomplish: take the target into custody, stop what is poisoning the Felucians, gain honor and glory for Felucia, and get home alive. Down with the Empire!

At peace
Mer'Lyn's Story
Felucia, I was a bit concerned when I heard we were heading there. I am used to the city life not the wilderness, but as soon as I got off of the ship my mind was at ease. Some how I was mentally ready for this walk, even more so then my companions. My vision does not show a bright end at the end of this tunnel and yet I am comfortable with that. The more I am with my fellow rebels(figured that’s what the empire will call us so lets embrace it) the more relaxed and positive I feel even when faced with a living planet trying to eat us. Then we get attacked by what we find out is some of the natives. I felt bad afterwards as we were the ones trespassing on their land. A human by the name of Colonel Mandrake. He calls off the attack and explains the situation to us. He seems to be okay. He takes us the rest of the way to the village telling use that maybe they will help as he physically unable to be much good to us. The village, the sadness that I felt in hear was…..difficult to handle. I felt that helping out the sick was the #1 task I should do and I was glad to learn some natural healing techniques from the Felcians. The chief was a proud creature but this sickness has eaten away to almost nothing. I have a strong almost bond to him and I will have to spend some more time with him as I think there is things that he can teach me. I also hope that I can convince him to help us with our cause..at least as a hiding place. Before I could ask a damn Empire scout shows up and bang we go after him riding giant wingless bird like creatures called Kybucks. We chased down the scout and dispatched of him pretty quickly and then what happens damn Rancor blows up out of the ground. Scared the crap out of me and I ran away(not everyday I get a surprise like that). Came back around after getting my senses back to find the creature with 2 smoking holes put into it by G’Hests gun. Then we pick up a radio transmission from an empire scout party nearby. After investigating we deside to set up a trap and take out the scout party(First time fitting the elite Empire soldiers called Stormtroopers). I shot at them from a distance as Leek goes for a swim in the river as A’rreth and G’Hest hide in the brush to blast these fools back to the ship they came from. Things when ok but there was a couple of close calls but in the end we fell these fools. I do think the longer we are together the better we get at understanding each others abilities and we will do some wonderful things in the future. Next up a rescue mission and destruction of a prison. I do love a good explosion
Nautiko's Notes 1.2
Felucia Blues - Session 2

After a quick stop at Alderaan, this new force of freedom fighter’s was sent on our first mission: Felucia. A place I hope to never return to, despite the “warm” welcome. I can see why the Empire pulled out after the initial uprising was put down. Too many poisonous things and unhealthy water everywhere.

Miko hid out in the ship to help Sironna “run diagnostics” and make sure we could get off this misty nightmare. After 5 hours of trudging through poisoned toadstools and unexpected sink holes, we opened up a firefight with a Felucian Scouting party. We thought G’hest might be a goner as he fell into the murky waters and broke his rifle. We cleared out the immediate threat when a resistance fighter appeared and calmed the situation.

We headed to the “village” in hopes of finding some assistance to locate the Imperial prison. What we discovered was a village full of dying people. A’rreth thinks their food supply is being poisoned by some Imperial waste. As Mer’lin and I assisted those nursing the young, an Imperial Scout was spotted. We got a crash course on the Kybucks as we raced after him. Those are the fastest land creatures I have ever seen, able to overtake the speeder. We managed to finish off the trooper just as a Jungle Rancor attacked. G’hest, after his last training session, has become an unstoppable tank, though he needs to armor up a bit if he is going to keep taking the brunt of attacks.

What was most promising was how the unit responded as a team this time. Once we finished the rancor in record time, we spotted an Imperial outpost. Given the terrain, I went down the river to get behind the speeder bikes. Mer’lin caused a distraction to set up an ambush with G’hest and A’rreth. Though it got a bit hairy with all the troops, we managed to finish them off. G’hest was knocked out cold and I almost drowned after an unspectacular attempt to wrestle one speeder into another, but we were victorious. And we look like the small strike team we hope to become.

A'rreth's Log from Felucia
Mission 2

I hate this planet. It’s wet, smells bad, and there’s fungus everywhere. Why do mushrooms get this tall? Not to mention the acid pools that look like water, razor sharp mushrooms, and bugs everywhere. And of course the atmosphere. There’s this filmy mist that gets on everything.

Anyways…. we landed and started the 5 hour hike to where we thought the prison facility was. Along the way I got a face full of fire, saw Ghest step in acid water, nearly fell into a pit, and almost got razor sharp mushrooms in the foot. Then there was the annoyingly aggressive natives. Wasn’t even coming here for them and they assume we’re here to hunt them. Talk about an ego.

And on top of all of this, no technology around at all. I mean… why? So we found a resistance fighter. Human from the looks of him (why is nearly everyone Human?) and he was friendly with the natives. He took us to a camp, helped us with some food and such, then we ended up in a camp full of natives.

After 6 hours in the jungle I had to pee. I mean who wouldn’t? So I step behind a mushroom and this Kybuck gets all hissy with me for doing it. A bit of growling scared him off but his friend kept trying to watch. Wierdo.

A bit later we meet the chief, which was kind of sad. I mean… something’s making these people sick. I think it’s radiation poisoning in the ground water or something similar from a portable ion decay generator associated with this prison we’re supposed to get to, but I need a scanner to confirm that. I mean… I’m not a doctor.And of course, scanners are worthless in this atmosphere. Every piece of technology seems to be affected by it.

Just then a scout speeder shows up, but its repulsor engine was struggling. So we jumped on the Kybucks (who were still pissed off at me for some dumb reason) but after kicking a few away I caught up to the group.

Ghest did some fancy work and knocked the guy off the bike, killing him, but then of course… we ran into a damn Rancor. He burst our of the hillside but was definitely weakened by the same thing that is affecting the natives here. He went down pretty fast thanks to Ghest putting 2 large holes in his back, and I wanted to check out what was making him sick. Everybody was all worked up about my methods, but I know I’ve seen this kind of sickness somewhere and I definitely think it’s radiation poisoning from a generator’s waste products. Without a scanner though there’s no way to be completely sure.

I mean come on… why does everybody see taking something seriously and thoroughly as disgusting? Cutting him open and seeing what he ate was a great way to get information. Same with looking at poop. It’s no worse then that black junk the natives were eating. Such babies in this group….

Continuing on, we came to the prison facility. Having scavenged the comm unit from the dead speeder trooper, I could hear them calling him on the radio. Mer’lin ran out in to the clearing on his Kybuck as a distraction. I called out on the radio pretending to be the trooper and identified one hostile. (Believe me, I fiddled with that lone piece of technology most of the trip).

They took the bait and 2 more speeders came out after him. Meanwhile Ghest sniped at the others at the facility taking fire and getting knocked out before they were both dead. Leek swam up stream and using some ninja skills, put a lot of hurt into the speeder drivers before going uinderwater again.

We managed to take the drivers out as a team before Ghest needed an emergency stim pack to get up and finish off the remaining trooper.

Scavenging the bodies… I finally got a decent sidearm. A great condition Imperial issue Blaster Pistol. No more slug thrower for me!

So now we need to go inside…….

"I've got a bad feeling about this..."

The Banshee approaches the green & purple planet Felucia

Nice entry, Fly Boy. i think you’re getting the hang of her. I think she may even like you.

brrdrrrrp woo woo blup

(pokes the droid with a foot under the console)

There. (points out window) Set her down there. See that clearing?

See? I can’t see anything in all this goop, it’s all over the windows. What is this stuff anyway…?

Atmospheric oddity, for sure. Must be given off by those gigantic mushrooms. Maybe spores or something.

beep boop. brrrrrr dull whup whup


Yeah. That will both help us AND complicate things. Crash says whatever this atmospheric “goop” is, it’s fouling with our sensors and electronics. Will make comms an issue, too.

How can you be sure we’re in the right spot then?

Kid, sometimes you fly on instinct. Look, we’re still well outside their tracking range and this dense jungle growth will make us almost impossible to see us, even from above.

“Almost”. Great.

(loud THUMP and crew are jostled in the cockpit)


(points a thumb back at RX-3) That was him. Not me.


Well, aren’t you two getting along famously. Seriously? Ding my ship and i’ll -
Anyway… I’ll head down and get your pals squared away. You and Crash get busy, see if you can make out how serious our blindness is going to be. Wouldn’t hurt to run an engine diagnostic, make sure it won’t affect our next take-off too…



EXTERIOR: ALDERAAN. Beautiful, sweeping landscape. Rolling hills, distant mountains, pearly blue water, waterfalls. A shining steel and marble city in distance.

EXTERIOR: ALDERAAN, CAPITAL CITY, GRAND PALACE in center of shot. Slow zoom toward the Palace.

INTERIOR: PALACE MEETING ROOM. A well-appointed, even lush chamber with shiny table and a half-dozen chairs. Walls adorned with banners and tapestries. A goateed, well-dressed senatorial-robed Bail Organa stands near room’s tall double doors, talking with Captain Sironna and Cliegg Whitsun, who wears loose light clothing and rubs his mussed hair with a towel he has draped around his shoulders. Two Guards stand at attention abreast the doors, their blue & gold armor and robes identifying them clearly as Alderaanian Security.

The information you have brought us is incredible, Cliegg. This will give us further opportunities to fight back and let the Emperor know we will not be ignored.
He places his hand warmly on Cliegg’s shoulder

Sure thing, Senator. I saw some terrible things in the Deep Core. The Emperor is not who most people think he is.

Senator, our next move should be to get the Admiral off of Felucia. They won’t know we’re coming. We might have a chance if we hurry. I volunteer to fly the new crew. They work well together and may have the skills to pull it off.

ORGANA (thoughtful, pacing toward large tall windows)
It’s tempting. If the Admiral is truly repentant, and the intel he has shared with me prior to him going dark has been truthful so far, he may have the pieces we are missing. Felucia is a dangerous place, Captain. And i’m not talking about Imperials. Their presence has been minimal since the war. Mostly just occupational forces in the major cities. And the prison facility hidden in the jungle that Cliegg has given us intel on.

SIRONNA (hands on hips as she starts working thru a plan in her head)
Sir, if we approach the prison complex, we won’t have to go anywhere near the cities -

CLIEGG (stops drying his hair a moment)
And our intel tells us the prison facility itself has a minimal contingent, Sir.

Yes, the Empire wouldn’t want a large force there to broadcast it’s presence. Makes sense.
Without your intelligence, Cliegg, no one would ever have known it was even there. Probably the last remnant of the Emperor’s military presence on a world he no longer cares about.

Yes, Sir. I’ll leave it to you to decide what’s next. I’d like to go see my son now. By your leave?

ORGANA (distractedly waving one hand)
Of course, Cliegg. And thank you for your service, old friend.

CLIEGG (walking out door)
It’s what I do.

Well? Give them a chance to prove they’re really into this? I’ll be there to keep an eye on them.

ORGANA (sighs)
Very well.

SIRONNA turns to run through doors -

Sironna? Bring everyone home.

SIRONNA (over her shoulder)
Always do, Sir! Always do.

ORGANA (turns back to look thoughtfully out windows)

- WIPE -


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