Dawn of Defiance (SW: AoR)

Mer' Lin's welcoming party

Well this is fun. I think that sums it up best. Cato Neimoidia is a strange place with some strange cities, I would think there would be easier ways to build but hey I am not an engineer so who am I. It is kinda surreal to see a planet still recovering for the Clone Wars. Shea always told me that not all planets recovered for that war. I guess she was right…..I do miss her being right, I just hope she is okay.

Back to the mission, The biker gang was a need miss. They wanted to take us for everything, I have dealt with people like Kesra for most of my life so it was easy to get past her and her crew. Getting useful information out of them was a plus but I did not want to show our hand until the final card was dealt. I do think if Ghest was with us she would have grown impatient and it would have turned into a firefight.

Using Kersa’s directions we found the old warehouse where Warik was hold up. So strange driod gave us a flashlight to look into this old building and I am surprised it was still standing. We crawled into the warehouse only to have gun aimed for all angles at us. This seems to be a thing with us. Again if Ghest was with us this would been a shoot out at the O K corral(It was a good story I read about a place in a galaxy far far away). I was so close to getting us the info we need and then one slip of my word and we are fighting. I am not sure if was are getting better or they were just that bad but other then the driods pinning me and Leek taking a couple of shots we took them out easy, and this was without Ghest. Warik survived and gave lead us to The Hutt we are looking for. I hope this will go well. I feelings are starting to give me visions of a bigger threat coming.

A'rreth's Journal from Zarra

Well, it’s better then the jungle. A wrecked city on a hammock is certainly a change. I can’t help but feel like I can tell when the whole thing swings. Though it’s so big that you really can’t.

Still, I have to marvel at the Engineering to construct a city here. The only reason I can come up with as to why they didn’t just build cities on the actual ground is the weather. It’s scorching out there on the plains, but here in the canyon this thing is strung across, there’s a natural air current that keeps things somewhat comfortable.

Well, during our escapades we managed to cross a biker gang and snag a Headhunter. The gang was easy going enough. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ghest were here. I think we would have been shot on sight with that walking arsenal around.

Finally, I got to work with something powered by an engine. We came across 2 Z95 Headhunters. One was too far gone, but the other was grounded only by incompetent “mechanics”.

Seriously, there was still a bird’s nest in the damn engine housing. And every wire was cross connected with something else… but all in all it was an easy fix. Oh, and there was a gunfight… but I’ve come to expect that. On the plus side, I broke one of the thugs’ ribs with a wrench, so that felt pretty good.

All in all it was a pretty smooth start to our time here. Now we’re off to see a Hut about a business proposal. Too bad we already took the Z95 from him……

Fash's Stash Entry 2.1
Cato Neimoidia

Well I’m finally coming into my own. I’ve been holding back not really knowing how effective I really am out in the galaxy, since I’ve spent a majority of the last several years running and hiding in slums and random systems.

With the absence of our primary fighter I was needed to take point in our patrol through the high and dangerous streets through the heavily damaged city of Zarra. Who knows at any point the ground could have given way and one of us could have fallen thousands of feet into the dark below.

We came across a swoop bike gang, the leader, Kesra, seemed really friendly but extremely cautious, wouldn’t mind meeting her again. She gave us directions to a warehouse to guide us to our final destination. Upon reaching the warehouse there were some spider droids from the clone wars converted into some sort of maintenance bots. I asked one for a flashlight so we could see better in the bombed out building we were heading into and it casually provided me with one.

A’rreth and I each stuck our heads into holes that were blown into the side of the building and yelled “Hello” to see if anyone was there. Much to our luck no one answered and there was some slight clatter of movement from within. We entered the building and immediately upon entry we spotted two Z-95 Headhunters that appeared to be in much disarray. I was excited to see some of the famous starfighters and eager to just jump into the cockpit and go crazy with the joystick. With further inspection we determined that one of the two ships was salvageable with some minor repairs.

After we had finished inspecting the crafts a Devaronian named Warik poked his head out from some crates in a corner. We had engaged in some negotiations to get him to lead us to the the Hutt Darga. Meanwhile myself and A’rreth were making repairs on the Z-95 to get it running. Unfortunately the negotiations failed before we were able to get the ship fully operational. Thankfully I was in a good position to be able to make quick work of some of the goons around me and I was able to shoot Warik’s gun out of his hand while he was trying to make an escape through one of the holes in the wall. Leek was able to corner him and get the remains of his henchmen to stand down. Quickly A’rreth and I finished the repairs and I was able to use the Z-95 to help convince Warik to take us to the Hutt.

I called Sirona to come into low orbit so I could dock with her and drop off the ship and gear we collected from the corpses of the dead.

Off to see the Hutt… I only know that the chance of meeting a bounty hunter that knows my name is marked will greatly increase when arriving at his palace.

MIKO FASH – Ace (Pilot)

Star War Journal Entry #3
Devils & Dust

Survival… that was the lesson on this mission.

From the moment we stepped foot on Felucia, we learned what the word survival meant to each of us. We survived the hazards of the terrain. We survived the encounter with the native culture. We survived the attack of a sickly rancor. We survived the combat with the stormtroopers at the outpost. But can we survive the demons we create in ourselves, when we choose to kill or let others die for our own survival?

After the “arrival” of Miko, we learned of an Imperial Star Destroyer in orbit. (Note to self – proof once again that jet packs are a horrible idea) Time was not on our side. We decided to go for the main goal first. With help of a Felucian guide , we were able to sneak into to the Imperial Facility. Strangely it was well fortified for a frontal assault, but there was no security on a ventilation shaft along the rear, not even an tripwire or alarm system. I find it surprising that with all the technology and brainpower within the Empire, an oversight like this was even made. Poor design.

As we searched the main floor, we discovered a lab. I was right! The Empire was using this base to conduct morally questionable experiments. They were mutating the native Felucians into some sort of hulking beasts bent on destroying everything in its path. The Imperial scientist freed one, hoping it would kill us. After killing the scientist and a medical droid, I set my sights on the mutated Felucians. The others ordered me not to shoot. I followed command, even though it could mean our deaths. Survival has made my heart as cold some claim. Where I saw a raging beast trying to kill us, the others saw a desperate Felucian trying to survive. The others found a drug that sedated their rage. We freed the other captive Felucians. They were elated to reunite with their mutated kin. Leek and Mer’lin gathered up all the drug samples and files concerning the experiment.

Suddenly, A’rreth called from the hallway. Stormtroopers made their way onto this floor from the lift. After dispatching them, we looted the bodies. We found enough stun grenades for everyone. I crawled through our entry shaft making sure it was clear for the Felucians, only to discover that our guide was captured by six troopers. Not a challenge for five resistance fighters now armed with stun grenades. I crawled through to snuff out the unconscious troopers. On their bodies I found concussion grenades! We sent the Felucians back to their home with their guide.

Another massive fight took place as we were swarmed by even more stormtroopers. It was during this fight that it dawned on me why I was doing most of the killing and the others could hit the broad side of a Hutt palace. They probably never have had to kill anyone face to face before. A’rreth was a mechanic. Mer’lin was a street hoodlum. MIko was a pilot. Although Leek has military training,, I don’t think he ever fought in the field before. Just a few days ago they were relaxing on the promenade and today they are surrounded by dead bodies. After today, none of them will be the same. They will all be soldiers with the memories of bodies hitting the ground after they pulled a trigger haunting their sleep. They are learning what it means to survive a war.

We freed the General from his holding cell in the basement after a close quarter combat. Miko dropped during the battle. We were unable to revive him with our current medical supplies. On the roof we “liberated” a lambda class transport and used it to fly out. With Miko Down, I had to act as a pilot. I am no ace, but can hold my own in a dog fight. Hopefully well enough to evade any Imperials following us. We headed back to the Banshee. We were greeted By Captain Okee and the newly upgraded Banshee. As we fled the planet, Col. Mandrake joined us in his Y-wing. I am glad we were able to convince him in rejoining the struggle.

Earlier the team learned to work together to survive the hazards. Later, the team learned to kill to survive. Now we must all learn that we must leave helpless primitives to die so that we survive. We accomplished our mission, but at what cost? We never learned what was killing the natives. We left the Imperials grasp on Felucia and its system in place. Is this General worth it? We gained the aid of Col. Mandrake and his Y-wing. We gained an Imperial Lambda ship. Hopefully our scientist can figure out what the Imperial were trying to accomplish with their experiments. However, we lost Felucia and its people. My heart darkens a little more today, yet I survive.

Nautiko's Notes 1.3
Mission Interrupted - Session 3

It has taken me some time to reflect on the last mission before I could put into words all that transpired. The squalid waste of the planet was only overtaken by the horrendous conditions we found at the Imperial post.

We tried to form a solid plan to enter the place quietly, perhaps causing a distraction. But given our rash nature, it was decided to sneak in as best we could and ultimately blast our way out. The Felucians didn’t want to go near this place and it was all we could do to get info and a guide to a secret location. Getting in was easy and the place was nearly vacant. But Mer’lin had some premonition or something about a room and we found the missing Felucians – tortured it appeared – made into living weapons. Our outrage got the better of us as we summarily executed the scientist and tried to free the “experiments.”

I was too shaken to be an effective combatant but the Force propped me up as I dodged a confused but angry retribution from the largest of the Felucians. We spent too much time trying to get them calm and to follow us that we didn’t get to explore the rest of the facility.

We killed enough troopers though – probably most stationed there – and freed an Imperial Officer wanted by Senator Organa. I hope he can bring us some information that will lead to the downfall of the Empire.

We struck a small blow to them, making this outpost nearly obsolete. We grabbed some ships, not only denying them but bolstering our meager task force. Unfortunately, we left too many unanswered questions with the arrival of a Star Destroyer cutting our stay short. – what else was in that facility? what is causing those Felucians harm? what more could we have done?

It was a small victory in a small battle. The war is far from over. It is going to take more training, more resources, and more missions before we can even make a dent in the Empire’s armor. At least it seems we are forming into a larger network with more powerful backing. I am anxious to get back in the field and cause more havoc.

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!


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