Dawn of Defiance (SW: AoR)

Welcome to our campaign
A journal of our campaign

Once we get going, i’m hoping each player will post an entry after each session – summarizing their character’s take on what’s happening, preferably written in that character’s “voice” (translated to Galactic Basic, of course).

Sowing the Seeds

We begin approx 10 BBY, the tumultuous time after the Fall of the Republic and Emperor Palpatine’s rise to power.

The Empire is tightening its grip on star systems throughout the galaxy, led by the Emperor and his right hand, a terrifying, growing legend named Darth Vader.

The Clone Wars
are still a recent and vivid memory, and this Vader and his underlings hunt the last remnants of the Jedi Order. Most of the Core Worlds have joined the Empire willingly, their nobles seeking to benefit from it’s control. Any who have dissented have been driven from their homes (or worse), as the galaxy won’t tolerate any opposition to the glorious new Empire.

There is no organized opposition, but some do oppose the tyrannical oppression the Empire has put in place. Our characters are among these “discontented”.

Sel Zonn Station is one of dozens of orbiting travel & cargo ports above the Core World of Brentaal IV. It’s Promenade area is a cultural mish-mash, famous for it’s many cantinas and gambling dens.

Our characters’ life paths have somehow led them to the Sel Zonn Station Promenade.

Mer 'Lin
Session 0

That’s what I get for helping out. See an old acquaintance that needs help and have everything under control and some idiot has to start shooting. Then I get shot and that hurt! Now I had to kill some Imperials and go on the run. Senator Shea is going to be pissed at me. These people I am with…a strange group that is for certain. I will figure them out and see where they truly place there allegiance. Down with the Empire!!!!!!

Nautiko's Notes 1.0
Session 0

Senator Organa wanted me to recruit field operatives for the Dissentors but we may very well have fired the first shots of a revolution.

As always, Imperial Navy Troopers got a little too pushy against the non-humans and wanted to arrest first and ask questions later. A strange confluence of events brought me back to an old acquaintance, A’rreth, who was a mechanic for my old squadron. His temper escalated the confrontation that left several dead. Through some chance encounters, we now have a little network of Dissentors all running from the same thing.

Now we gathered our rouge group and are awaiting Captain Sironna to get us off this station and back to Alderaan. So much for pushing papers and helping out the Cause. Seems I’ll be dusting off my baton and dusting it up with Imperials once again….

Star War Journal Entry #0
Stroll through park (Ghest)

I was jumped only a few meters off the landing dock. Which means either the Senator has a spy in his midst, or the “package” I was sent to pick up is a living being with a bounty on his head. If the latter is true, I was attacked by either rival bounty hunters, or the “package’s” bodyguards.
After reaching the promenade, I sought aid from the familiar face of the low-born twi’lek Mer’lyn, knowing he would do anything for a few credits. (I still don’t understand outsider’s obsession with credits, but I will use it to my advantage.) I was spotted by two more humans that where waiting for me. They alerted nearby Imperial Troopers to apprehend me. Like a typical Twi’lek, Mer’lyn tried to talk the troopers down. I was hoping his plan to avoid a fight was going to work, as I was in no condition to battle with a Vibro-knife sticking out of my back. It looked like it was going to work too, until the ginger human, Miko, foolishly discharged his blaster into a potted plant. I can only assume that he was trying to help by shooting the troopers in the back, but humans are so inept at combat that his gun went off prematurely. I heard that happens to human males from time to time.
After being joined by a smelly Bothan mechanic, named A’rreth, and a slimy Mon Calamari, named Leek, We killed all that opposed us in very short order. We made it to the lower levels with the help of Captain Sironna. Although it was an uncomfortable trip sharing cramp quarters with these outsiders as the humans preformed some sort of the mate choosing rituals called “the flirting.” Humans.
We met up with Switch, which to my surprise was a droid. I can not understand how a droid, that obviously had my package, was going to change the prearranged agreement the senator made with it. The droid wants to trade credits and information for the package. How does a droid know the value of credits and information? Perplexing. A’rreth finally found some information the droid was looking for. The Droid was going to give up the “package” when…

Notes on new recruits,
Mer’lyn: Credit hungry Twi’lek. Trustworthy as long as creds flow his way. Has impeccable way of finding out information. Known to work for the Senator Shae already. Not much of a fighter though.
Miko: Ginger human pilot. Looking for the guy that shot his dad. Terrible in combat, even worse at the human “flirting”. But he is a damn good pilot and the senator will need those.
Leek: A slimy Mon Calamari. Shows a true hatred of the Galactic Empire, and is a supporter of the senators cause. Actually showed courage, and tactics in battle. Also was the only one concerned in getting the knife out of my back. Best recruit thus far.
Arreth: Smells like Ionized fur. This Bothan mechanic was vouched for by Leek. He shows decent skill had handling a blaster, and the cause is going to need a good mechanics that can take care of themselves.

Down with the Empire

Fash's Stash entry 0.1
Sel Zonn Station

     Been wandering around the station for some time now… I was sent here by an acquaintance named Ghest to find someone to help me with my “travels”. Not to my surprise I see said acquaintance walking into the promenade with a hilt sticking out of his back… I can see Ghest is trying to get to the elevators but some Imperial scum is trying to impede Ghest’s progress. My first thought is to cause a distraction by firing my blaster in a safe direction. The naval guards don’t even glance in my direction which was a good and bad thing, bad no distraction, good I could fire directly at them unhindered.
     After the guards are dispatched I tag along with the other misfits for no other reason than to escape the area to avoid capture. After talking with Cpt Sironna I got a job piloting one of their ships, if not a way for me to escape back into hiding then a seemingly organized group of people behind me.
P.S. I hate droids that can speak basic… shut up and go away.
MIKO FASH – Ace (Pilot)

Journal Entry 0

It’s been a long trip from Wroona, but I think things may have just changed for the better.

Laying low and working odd jobs to keep some credits in my pockets was one thing, but this may just be something all together life changing.

I was just doing some odd work in the bay, when I noticed a well appointed ship land. At first it looked like another rich kid for the gaming tables, but this ship… this thing was loaded. Imperial tech, astrotech, aftermarket boosters… and the list goes on. This was definitely somebody who needed a good mechanic. Maybe… just maybe I thought… this was a ticket out of here and away from daily near misses with the navy troops on the station.

Out of the ship walks this blue guy. Fancy armor and cagey by the looks of him, followed by a Human. She seemed to be in charge, but this guy was the one to follow. So I did.

Well, he managed to get ambushed and stabbed by this Duros. I could hear the commotion, but by the time I got there, he was on the promenade, and the Duros was hanging back and watching him from the shadows. Well… this guy was my potential ticket off of here, providing he needed a mechanic… and survived.

After stabbing the Duros in the back and letting him drop heavily to the ground, I watched as the blue guy and some Twi’lek got harassed by those navy assholes.

I made the decision that I was leaving, and it would be on this blue guy’s ship. And I hate those guys…. those were the soldiers that kept harassing me. Just the other day they had tried, and I was close to doing something about it when Leek happened upon us and stopped it.

And now that you mention it… Leek was there too. He was already trying to get in the middle of things. Well… he has good intentions and definitely has presence, but these guys seem to REALLY want the blue guy. This is going to turn bad any second, so…. may as well surprise them.

I shot one of them in the back. The bigger jerk of the three. Things went south from there, but all that matters is that we killed the three of them as a group and made a quick getaway down the elevators.

As we all spoke, I found out that they are some kind of dissident group… and they really DO need a mechanic. Thanks to Leek, they accepted me. At least by word for the moment. Miko was there too.. too bad about his dad, but we had spoken a few days before on the transport in. I am glad he’s alright, and that he’s here. At least that’s a few people I know in on this. And it doesn’t hurt that they seem to hate the empire. I can probably help a little on that front.

So we laid low and went to meet one of the blue guy’s contacts. Ghest was his name by the way… and we needed to go to a cargo bay and meet someone named Switch.

Well…. Switch was a droid. And he had a smart ass R5 with him. I heard that comment, tin can. I get the “jist” of at least a little Binary…

Switch was a jerk too. Insisting on payment for a package of some sort that had already had pickup arranged. I have no idea what this is about, but if it’s for this group…. well… they’re my best and only shot of getting out of here.

So… after thinking on it as the others squabbled, I gave Switch some info about the Wroona base. It’s half strength, could be broken into by someone who knows what they are doing, steal some weapons, etc…

Well, he seemed interested, so I gave him the access codes I could remember. Willing to gamble on it, he then told us where the package was. And then this gangster walks in and ruins everything…..

Terrorism on Sel Zonn Station

While typing the Landing Clearance Codes into Switch’s computer terminal, A’rreth sees a news window pop up on the corner of the screen (he taps “MUTE” quickly). These broadcasts will be showing on every screen, terminal, and monitor throughout the Core:

“GENN* Holocron Breaking News – Terrorist attack on Sel Zonn Station today. A group of dissidents, caught trying to smuggle a known traitor & felon off the station, engaged local peacekeepers in blaster-fire today. Three Imperial Navy Troopers were brutally executed in public on the Promenade area of Sel Zonn Station after a routine stop of a suspicious-acting alien turned violent. The assailants were clearly working together and it is believed the troopers were targeted as part of a terrorist attack. We have video of the incident, be warned, it is very graphic.”

The screen then fills with images of the party striking & shooting the troopers, with emphasis on the quick moments that one of the troopers appear unarmed and party members can be seen talking to each other while shooting/fighting.

Following the video images, still shots of each of the PCs appear, of course caught in their most menacing poses. A caption scrolls below each picture,

WANTED for vandalism, murder, and treason against the Empire. Assumed armed and dangerous – do not engage, report them to nearest Imperial Peacekeeping Post”

It will also be discovered later that the video moment of the Bothan shooting the Imperial Navy trooper in the back has gone viral around the galaxy. It will even be rumored that certain cantinas in the Mid & Outer Rim Worlds play it as part of their music mixes, often to cheers from civilian revelers.

  • GENN = Galactic Empire News Network
GENN/HOLOCRON Broadcast - Update
Related News - Terrorism Mastermind Apprehended

Also coming across the Holocron feed:

GENN can now report that the presumed leader of today’s terror attack on Sel Zonn Station has been taken into Imperial custody”.

Jerky video footage then shows Imperial Navy Troopers bringing a cuffed woman out of a popular sabaac den. They pass her to Imperial Stormtroopers who escort her away. The caption below the footage scrolls: “Former Republic Senator Shea Sadashassa Arrested!”
Mer’lin watches the footage in horror. But he sees the Senator signal something behind her back as she is turned away from the camera, despite the magnetic cuffs holding her wrists tight . She has taught him some valuable hand-signals and gestures that they sometimes use during political meetings. He’s pretty sure she signed the symbols for “Friend/Ally” and “Run!”

Nautiko's Notes 1.1
Session 1

They branded us terrorists and that is what we gave them. It felt good to shake off the silent opposition against the oppressive Empire and do something about it. From causing a ruckus on the promenade to defeating a gang lord and his goons, to blowing out half a landing bay, our little group quickly gelled and embraced the “terrorist” label.

During the process, we sprung our former colleague, Clieg Whitsun, from the Imperial grasp. I had no idea my recruiting mission would turn into a rescue mission. Unfortunately, he appears to be frozen in some type of carbon process. Just another of the unspeakable horrors of the present regime. I can’t imagine anyone surviving that ordeal.

We head back to Alderaan to see what lies ahead. I hope that we can continue to strike at the regime. We have a long way to go. Our Captain is in need of some serious bacta infusions. Our Pilot is a bit reluctant to take the role assigned him. Our Tech has a bit of trouble slicing into systems. But I can’t complain as my military training is too rusty. I feel I have been behind a desk too long to help in combat, blasting the place up instead of ever hitting anything. But behind the flight controls of a ship I still feel at home. My familiarity with the hyperlanes got us out in the nick of time. Though I would have rather had a decisive victory, there was no way our converted yacht was going to hold off a Star Destroyer. We’ll hopefully be better prepared…next time,,,,,


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