Deadly Dewbacks

With New Eyes

Astra fills me in on the setting. A large mansion in the upper sections of the city. There is a party going on inside, and we’ve decided that we would like to acquire their ship.

We sent in Turk to talk to the locals and seduce his way in. He wasn’t able to get any women to fall madly in love with him, but was instead he was told where the help should enter from. Turk and Astra made themselves look like handy-men and walked to the back gate.

I sat with 4GT, listening in on the comms and trying to run the mission as best I could. A voice broke in from the world around us, " What’s going on here?"

I mumbled to 4GT, “Who is it?”

“Guards.” 4GT Whispered over his speakers.

“Take care of it, Droid.” I grumbled, “Please.”

4GT’s volume increased, “Alms for the poor?” and I held out my hands.

“You know beggars aren’t allowed in the upper city!” The crunch of their boots came closer. There were two.

“I’m sorry, this one cannot hear well, could you come tell him yourself?”

“You tell him yourself!” They shouted back.

I leaned on NVR-4GT and the droid started to fall over, “Could you help?”

The guards grumbled and came closer, putting their arms under my arms to carry me along. 4GT let the guards take me while it got ready. I stumbled, my weight on the left guard, feinting a reach down to stabilize myself. I grabbed my blaster pistol and fired into the guards back, vaporizing his internal organs. 4GT made a surprised sound and I heard a scuffle, then the sound of his fusion cutter.

I dropped the dead guard and tried to focus my hearing on the sound of the guard, “Where is he, 4GT?”

4GT’s droning voice began to describe the room. It wasn’t just the words he spoke, but what happened with the sound. As he described the room, the sound bounced from the walls, and I knew how large the room was. He described the floor plan and I knew the obstacles around me, could picture their colors and dimensions. He described the guard standing in front of me and I could see his uniform and the utterly confused look on his face as he looked from his fallen comrade to myself, to 4GT.

I realized at that moment that I could actually see. I was no longer blind. I had been aiming at the guard, but I saw his blaster hand move, and I shot the blaster instead of the guard. The guard did the smart thing then, he ran. Poor bastard didn’t stand a chance then. The training kicked in and I ran down the hallway after him, taking his life before it could carry him out to the street.

I dragged the corpse back inside, then stood over the latest two sons I’d murdered and smiled at 4GT, “Well done Droid! They made you well!” I noticed there were scorch marks on his chest, “How’d that happen?”

I didn’t hear his answer, instead checking in on Baz and Turk on the comms. They were entering into the ships hangars and finagled their way inside the ship we’d decided to take.

Something felt different about the world. The smells were stronger than before, the red blood pooling around the dead guards seemed a more vivid shade of red than I had remembered it. I had wanted that color for my armor, and here it was pooling at my feet.

The Comms for the guards went off. They were asking about the guards location. I checked in and claimed he was using the loo. The guard on the other end activated tracking systems. I destroyed the comms units with my boots.

We made our way through gardens. I was at the lead, only using my blaster pistol, keeping my right hand wedged into Salin’s binders, 4GT following behind me. We saw a group of guards moving past us and cut into a maintenance hatch. We came out in a garden with a plastisteel dome.

Turk called in over comms asking us to jam all communications for ten standard minutes. We gazed out over the city and 4GT did so. We stood in silence and I gained a new appreciation for my vision. I realized then that we would have to get to the other side of the dome, out in the vacuum of space. I found a hose lying in the garden and tied it off in case we lost our footing, then I tied Salin to me to be sure he’d stick around.

I felt the speeders coming up behind us before I heard them. Hard to explain, but they arrived and station guards hopped out to arrest us. At that moment, Turk pulled the new ship up into the space on the outside of the dome. It was time to evacuate.

I shouted at 4GT to cut us an exit, then tossed a frag grenade at the speeders, blowing the vehicles up and scattering the limbs of the former station guards all about the garden. As 4GT finished cutting the dome open, I latched the robot to me and grabbed tightly to Salin. When the vacuum of space kicked in and sucked us out, I attempted to direct our inertia toward the open cargo door.

Instead we bounced off speeder parts flying by and nearly hurtled out into space. Turk tipped the ship and scooped us up, then rocketed out into open space. Moments later the ship was bathed in the cool swirling blue of hyperspace.

A few days later we returned to Imperial Command on Corida. Finally we were able to turn in the samples of the rebel bio-weapon and it’s antidote. Finally we got some rest.

End Report
-Cassius Numa

The Changing of Plans
Blind Leading the Crippled

The Following Log was Reported by Audio Report:

After Turk and 4GT reported all targets down, we had to come up with a plan. The city was waking up after all the noise and destruction we had caused. Normally I would have taken the lead here, but I couldn’t feel the fingers in my right arm, I still hadn’t regained my sight after I’d been stabbed in the stomach. The guy maybe stabbed so hard it got to my spine? If that’s the case, I was lucky to be walking.

We collected Salin from the Bacta tube at least he’d been stabilized. I considered getting Astra to do surgery on me, but decided that if it was my spine, I’d rather have an expert. So I wound up dragging Salin, and 4GT wound up guiding me. We spent the night in an alley, listening to the footsteps and hoping no local law enforcement or gang found us, huddled among machine and organic scraps and waste.

The night was long. Pain from my shoulder kept waking me up. Once awake, I would be reminded of my blindness. In moments like this, even a the most hardened genius will try idiotic tricks to get their vision back. I would rub my eyes, attempt to glance around, poured more than one cap-full of canteen water into them, but nothing made any difference.

The next morning we went to the docks. The repair guy gave us a refund for services he was unable to render. Apparently there were a lot of individuals who were angry with us. As mission commander and soldier, I felt frustratingly useless.

The Black Suns had surrounded our vehicle. Astra informed us there was a system wide alert about our craft and possibly us. Turk, 4GT, and Astra, came up with a plan involving a rival gang. I heard Astra over comms instigating Orange Iguanas to attack the Black Suns.

I stayed back with Salin over my shoulder, while Astra scouted ahead. I heard a sound, Astra relayed that it was a chicken walker and I suggested Turk take the AT over and secure the deck. Astra countered that we should steal a new ship.

This seemed like a much better idea than the one I had, though it would involve fewer gangsters and thugs being wiped from the Galaxy. So with this new plan in mind, Turk began to scan the ships in the area.

Guarding Your Enemy
I do this all day

The following report was filed via holo recording
Adrift in Hyperspace, we had been leaking fuel. Salin’s condition is unstable. We’ve landed. A Twi’lek greeted us.

Turk talked to the Lek for a while, negotiating for repairs. We were hiding our Imperial origins. We’ll have to wait at this port overnight. Turk of course asked about where to find a drink.

Turk proposed we all go out and drink, I said I would have to see about getting Salin to a medic to heal him soon, or there would be risk of him dying. Baz then said he would take Salin, since he knew the place best. I insisted that I would be staying by Salin’s side until the rebel was delivered to the Empire.

We decided that Turk should find us lodgings. Baz and Cassius stayed with the ship and Salin while the others find lodging. I packed up most of my armor, getting the helmet off. Baz carried Salin to the Turbolift as I caught a glimpse of a freighter landing. I stuck around while they went down the lift, watching the ship unload lots of people. I waited for the next lift. People were being offloaded in shackles from the freighter. I asked Baz for information on the port. He told me that this place had many markets, including the slave market. Turk noted that these would be useful to us.

I caught the next lift down. Baz and Salin were ahead of me. I scanned the crowd and noticed that people had noticed them. I nodded to them and showed them my gun. They scattered to the alleyways and I asked Baz about a more subtle route.

Baz found us a doctor quickly. Unfortunately, that meant 800 credits and a day of rest with the healer. It’s a fifteen minute walk to the lodging. I volunteer for first watch and stay with Salin. The others wet gambling. All I heard was told to me later:

Astra fronted the money. Turk did the playing. He won some credits off the first gambler. The second was a Wookie, and the Wookie won. He tried another match with the Wookie, trying to get the Wookie drunk and sloppy by bribing the staff.

There was a knock on the door and I got to my feet. The doctor went to the door and began to protest. I got into cover and put my armor on. I told him to get Salin and get to cover. Her ran to the back door, complaining about how I’d brought the war to his doorstep. I called out over comms for backup, calling out intruders coming for Salin. I threw a frag grenade after the doctor. I shot the first guy through the door and he kept running past, taking point at the back door.

Second guy through the door put a bolt in my right shoulder. I fell to the ground and squeezed through another bolt shot into the second guy. He took the shot and pulled a knife. My blood was the last I saw after he stabbed me with the knife a few times. I grabbed the guy by the hand and fired through the room, but I didn’t hear any pain in response, so I must have missed.

I heard more blaster fire. A frag grenade went off, ringing my ears and cutting off another sense. A body fell on top of me. I threw the body off of me and clambered to my feet, still unable to see or properly move my right arm. I remembered where the doorway was. I stumbled through it, fell out the doorway and fired in the direction of the enemy. I heard a lot of shouting and anger in response. A beast of burden screeched. Something fell down. I asked if I hit him. 4GT responded with, “Yeah, sure.” Turk added, “Good job.”

There was lots of noise. Turk shouted out the location of the remaining attacker. Astra fired again.

Cassius Numa, Report End.

Starfight, Starbright
After The Onslaught

MISSION REPORT: After The Onslaught


  • Secure XR XII Stimpak Samples and return them to Corida – Pending

Two Squads of X-Wings: Mostly Deceased

One moment we were aboard the Onslaught, pulling away in the Grand Moff Lee, and the next we were engulfed in a barrage of angry plasma and fighters. We were determined to get to Corida.

There were numerous X-Wing squads looking for targets. Two of them direct their attention at the Grand Moff Lee. I started strapping Salin in and shouted for Baz to get in a gun seat, despite his heavy bleeding. As he started shooting at the oncoming X-Wings, I patched up his wound with my Medpac. It was a hard task, given the yoking and swerving Turk was putting the Lee through. I got his bleeding to stop, saving the smuggler’s life and ensuring the continued operation of his blaster turret.

As the ship lurched to one side, I used the momentum to throw myself into the missile operators chair. 4GT howled targets off at us and the Dewbacks went to work. Turk punched the speed, shooting away from the X-Wings, who gave chase. Baz used the mounted guns to fire off a few warning shots at the approaching X-Wings. The sound shocked Astra into a flurry of action at the communications console. He spooled up a Hyperspace route and refocused our shields against the oncoming attackers.

The first squad of X-Wings strafed us but Turk spun the Grand Moff Lee away from the shots easily, meanwhile the second squad was lining up for an attack run. 4GT read us off the coordinates of the ships new positions. Astra jammed their communications, to keep the squads from ringing the M60 Capital Ship looping in the distance.

An indicator light came on for the weapon controls I was manning, I dialed in 4GT’s coordinates and fired a missile, scrapping the lead X-Wing of the lead squad, raining debris on the fighters behind it. Baz fired into the same group and tore into another X-Wing. Turk swung the ship around to return fire, finishing off Baz’ target and disabling a second fighter, leaving that squad with only two. The leadership of the squad must have been taken out, because the remaining two ships couldn’t manage to focus on the Grand Moff Lee long enough to shoot it.

The secondary squad loomed, shifting itself into better positioning, despite Turk’s efforts to keep them from our tail. 4GT shouted out more vectors and Astra boosted the shields, rotating some from the front to cover our rear. My weapon was slow, and while it reloaded I shouted out visuals of the incoming squad. Baz fired into the remaining pair of the first squad, with Turk swinging the ships Ion Cannons around and shouting, “Die Rebel Scum!” as the cannons decimated one X-Wing and nearly crippled the second.

The second squad, following behind us, had to pull back to avoid the scraps and floating bodies of their rebel companions. 4GT pulled up a hud on my weapons display, indicating the leader of the squad, while Astra confirmed positions and estimated the X-Wings course. I took it all in, lined up the X-Wings in the missile controls, and fired, a blue trail shooting off into space toward the rebels. The two lead craft spun out of the way of the missile, leaving the squadron leader wide open. His ship exploded, sending his wings outward to crash into the two ships behind him, until they too became part of the explosion. Baz fired into the debris cloud for good measure, Turk made another retaliatory attack, but did little damage.

The X-Wings responded with a Proton Torpedo. It slammed into our shield and damaged the ships systems, but the Grand Moff Lee kept flying. Baz fired again and finished off the last X-Wing of the first squad, Turk shifted the ship around and used the Ion Cannons to tear apart one of the remaining two from the second squad. The lone remaining X-Wing charged us, fired it’s torpedos, which went wide, and then punched their engines, shooting back toward the M60.

As soon as they were out of the ships weapon’s ranges, Astra and I got to our feet, working on stabilizing The Grand Moff Lee. Astra shifted power away from the damaged systems, rerouting them to the Hyperdrive and cutting down on our wait time. A few moments later the pinpoints of stars shifted into long blue lines, spinning around the cockpit, as we broke into Hyperspace.

Turk pulled out a clutch of cigars, offering them to everyone. I removed my helmet and took one, lighting it up. Behind us, the Onslaught hung hopeless in space, but we would complete our mission and return these samples to Corida.

End Mission Summary
-Cassius Numa

Rebels Attack!
Plugging Holes on a Sinking Ship

MISSION REPORT: Escape the Doomed Star Destroyer: Onslaught


  • Secure XR XII Stimpak Samples -

Rebel Soldiers – Deceased
Salin – Captured
Rebel Droids – Avoided

Avoid All Boarding Action on The Onslaugt, haul it into the nearest star.

Crew of the Star Destroyer

We were given medical attention for our extensive wounds when we returned to the Star Destroyer we had deployed from: The Onslaught. We would be taking The Onslaught back to Carida to turn in the Stimpak Samples from our mission on Ceibos.

We were taking some R&R at Rebo’s Pool, the only Club on the ship that played Galactic Jizz. Turk was gambling, Baz was wisecracking, and I was making progress with Bae, the tender of the bar. She was a sweet, dark skinned human who enjoyed listening to my old war stories. Too young for me, but a guy can hope. Unfortunately this time was cut short as the Star Destroyer abruptly departed hyperspace.

Lots of the patrons lost their footing, and I caught Bae before she hit her head on the bar. Claxon’s began to blare and demanded we take up our battle stations. Over the intercom we could hear the automated systems announce: Damage Reported at Hangar, Reactor, Barracks, and Bridge. I encouraged Bae to get to safety and gathered up the Dewbacks, ordering the crew to head to the barracks and arm up.

We met up with 4GT in our quarters. I put on my armor and Baz threw on some Snow Trooper armor. In my backpack I carried the Medpac and our disease and antidote samples. Turk was already headed to the hangar when I gave an order for him and 4GT to head there. I thought that they should get out into their fighters as soon as possible before the hangar was shut down, and incase Baz and I got in trouble and required an evac.

Baz and I headed deeper into the Barracks to straighten out whatever was happening there. In my headset I cued up Gigi Tonen and the Blasting Bass Blasters, one of my favorite tracks, it’s manic high pitches and constant beat keeping me on my toes as we cautiously made our way deeper into the barracks.

At first there was an endless stream of people pushing past us but slowly the level of retreating personnel dropped significantly, until there was no one passing by us anymore. We came to a darkened hallway section with a cylindrical obstruction that had burst through the ceiling. Baz moved ahead and checked it out. It was covered with pods, which opened up immediately and began leaking little droids. The droids began expelling gas. I ordered Baz back and closed the blast doors behind us, hoping the droids would waste the gas. I wasn’t sure our helmets could handle it.

We retreated and I called out to 4GT about the threat, then asked him to notify Astra that we should find out why we’d been pulled out of Hyperspace. We communicated that there was gas and everyone would need filtration units. 4GT relayed this over Comms and the stations speakers.

We made our way to the bridge to meet up with Turk, to see about taking over controls and salvaging the Star Destroyer. We checked the controls and found that the bridge had suffered a breach. I reasoned that these were probably the same droids that had been injected into the barracks. On the other side of the door was either poison gas or raw vacuum. Baz and I left Turk to figure it out, with 4GT Coordinating some droids that could go into the bridge with him and take control of the Star Destroyer.

Baz and I broke off to head to the Reactor, where I recalled that there had been report of a breach. The Reactor is voiding energy all over. The staff was in shambles, running around like crazy. The whole ship would soon explode if they didn’t get back to their jobs.

I grabbed the nearest scrambling engineer and demanded a status report. He told me that there was damage and they didn’t know how to contain it. I squeezed on his throat and calmly explained that he could either get to repairing the ship or they’d all die, and that wouldn’t be because the ship had crashed or rebels would kill them, but that I would personally obliterate them.

The engineer got to work on repairs and began stabilizing the ship. Our limited options were becoming increasing limited as the ship took damage from a rebel attack on the outside. We became worried we would have to leave in the Grand Moff Lee.

It took debate over the comms, but we decided to vacate the Star Destroyer and advise a retreat. Baz and I ran out of the reactor core and made our way to the hangar, to get to our ship. When we arrived, a rebel transport had landed in the bay and begun spraying blaster fire out over the Imperials therein. I ran into the fight and let my heavy blaster go full auto, the others opened fire and we mowed down multiple targets and even blasted Salin with a few bolts. Took out the mounted turreteer.

Salin took down my cover with his weird gun. It destroyed the boxes I was hiding behind for cover. Turk ran by me, taking a few shots at the Rebels as he passed, headed to prep our ship for takeoff. Baz and I continued to provide cover fire while 4GT loped after Turk. Most of the blaster fire was aimed in my direction, my red armor must make me stand out.

Reached to my belt and plucked a Frag Grenade, throwing it into the U-Wing and blasting those inside. The computers were destroyed and the U-Wing lifted off the bay floor only to careen into a wall as it’s boosters continued to accelerate. Salin scrambled out of cover and I chased. Baz broke out of cover and chased as well, firing at Salin with his weapon on stun.

Didn’t have time to switch my Blaster Rifle to Stun like Baz did. Instead put a blaster bolt through Salin’s kneecap, knocking the old man down and nearly removing his leg. The old smuggler spun around and squeezed off a bolt of plasma into Baz’ chest. Baz collapsed on the old man and fired his stun bolt into the man’s arm, rendering his firing hand useless.

Behind us, Turk positioned the ships guns and took out the remaining Rebel. Tried to get Baz’ wounds under control but couldn’t stop the bleeding, though a Stimpak helped get him in better condition temporarily. We loaded Salin into the ship and exited the hangar bay just as the infected people emerged from the depths of the ship and began to wreak havoc.

We found Astra waiting onboard The Grand Moff Lee. Then, with our samples and Salin secured, we raced away from the Star Destroyer hangar just as a horde of infected personnel broke through the hangar doors.

Further Reporting pending…
-Cassius Numa

Just Say No to Super Stimpaks

MISSION REPORT: Rebel Science/Prison Facility on Cibus


  • Capture XR XII Stimpak Samples – Completed

Rebel Soldiers – Deceased
Wampas – Status N/A
Infected Prisoners and Personal – Deceased
Rebel Experiments – Deceased

Mission Commander Cassius Numa highly suggests an orbital barrage of the planetary surface to eliminate possibility of spread of infectious agent.


I was placed in command for the duration of the mission, the first time since re-enlisting that I was given the position. Performance wasn’t perfect, but we completed the mission and got everyone home.

Veric Traig, our prisoner from our previous mission, was taken by Imperial Intelligence for further questioning. Some of the new intelligence he provided included the location of a rebel prison facility on Ceibos. Garren provided us with access codes. We were charged with getting a sample of an experimental Stimpak. This sounded similar to our first mission.

We were given two Rebel uniforms and two prison uniforms to aid us. Included with these uniforms was the advice that we not let the access codes go to waste. We were reminded that the Stimpak was our goal and that anything beyond that would be a bonus.

We approached the facility and Astra hailed ahead, but Astra received no response. I commanded a sweep of communication traffic and found the world oddly dead of any noise. Turk eyeballed a landing pad and brought us in to land.

When we finally approached the facility doors in our proper costumes, we found a full crew of rebels trying as hard as they could to keep the doors closed. The man in charge of the exit wouldn’t open the doors because he had not received any communication from the inside. The men maintained that there had been a prison uprising and that containment of the Imperial Loyalists inside was necessary until he could get more information.

We tried various persuasive tactics, Turk’s gambits didn’t work. Eventually, I called him a coward for locking his allies in with the rioters. His response was pulling a blaster on me.. I still outdrew the guy, but the lucky bastard had the Force on his side, the shot went wide and he lived. I was shot then. A lot. I pulled a Stimpak and slammed it into my thigh, not bothering to take it out. I was shot again. They shot the gun from my hand, I pulled a frag grenade and threw it in their direction, but the pain in my body made it hard to aim, the grenade went wide. They lit me up again. By the end I’d taken six blaster shots and my body hadn’t given out on me. There was a time I’d be impressed with myself if I’d lived through one.

I got my heavy blaster rifle back in my hands. I finally registered 4GT shouting at me to move to cover. Bleeding and burnt under my armor, I staggered to cover and hand off my heavy blaster to Astra. Turk fired from the underbelly of the ship, taking one of them down and nearly a second. Baz got into a fisticuffs with the officer behind the desk.

Astra killed another one behind the crates. The dying rebel shot Astra. We both took a shot at him and missed. He was eventually taken down by the others.

Eventually we’d taken all the rebels down, but they’d torn us up pretty badly. I had Astra try the console, but he couldn’t get the doors open. We hobbled back to the ship to look for a new entrance.

Eventually we found an icy cave we thought we could sneak through. We had Baz change into the Snow Trooper armor to keep himself limber, and myself and 4GT ventured into the caves, hoping it would lead to a back way into the facility. Instead we found two giant white furred beasts with vicious claws. I had Astra search the Imperial database after the mission to confirm that these were Wampas.

They tore into Baz, and I thought I’d lost another soldier. They tore into me as well, nearly scrapping my armor. I knew we couldn’t win against them, so I shot up the ceiling of the tunnel and caused a collapse between us and them.

After the collapse, there was a quiet. Baz wasn’t conscious, 4GT was stunned. I pulled one of Baz’ Stimpacks from his belt and used it on him. We got to our feet and hobbled back out of the cave before the Wampas could finish us off. We met up with Astra and Turk midway, they helped us back to the ship.

We took to the air and located a new landing pad and had 4GT use his fusion cutter to open us a way in, no longer concerned with subtlety. Inside we found a big hangar. Astra plugged into the computer and before he got himself locked out, he managed to download a map of the place.

We used the map to navigate our way down to the labs Inside we found creatures that looked very similar to the beasts I fought back on our first mission together. I used the last of my grenades on a group of them, then we mopped the rest up. We stumbled across an Imperial soldier too cowardly to pull his wits together and escape with us. We promised to come back for him, but circumstances prevented us from keeping that promise. Once we got down to the labs we found tanks full of these creatures. They were being grown there.

There were two rebel guards that told us about how these creatures would save the galaxy, how we’d all become these creatures. We took the samples and they started to fight us. The creatures burst out of the tanks they had been growing in and a countdown began. At some point during this fight I lost consciousness. I think it was a blaster, but I didn’t see the shot coming. Astra must have given me a Stimpak, because I saw his face briefly when I regained consciousness. A moment later he was fending off a big beast that had broken out of the tanks while I was out.

I switched my Heavy Blaster to Full Auto and mowed one of the beasts down. Turk was almost to the door already, with the samples we had come for. We beat a rushed retreat back out of the labs as a timer counted down. We rushed past the cell with the soldier who wasn’t willing to leave, we ran through the hangar we’d used a fusion cutter to enter, we ran all the way back to our ship, with our samples.

I ordered the ship to lightspeed before the timer ran out, reasoning that if it was an explosion, we would do better the further way from it we were.

As mission commander I highly recommend a planetary bombardment of Ceibos, to eliminate any lingering threat this new rebel weapon may pose.

Mission Report End
-Cassius Numa

Report on Ymia
Putting the Storm in Storm Trooper

MISSION REPORT: Infiltrate Ymia


  • Aquire Rebel contact of Salin, currently in Imperial custody. (Completed)
  • Do not alert Imperial presence to operation.

Imperial Storm Troopers
TIE Fighters
Rebel Holdouts


I would like to begin this report by apologizing for my tardiness at the initial mission briefing. I stayed out too late at The Belching Rathtar. Feliya and the Hootful Haderan Clan were headlining and they don’t make it out to this part of the galaxy often, so I indulged.

We had not been informed that Dorn Squad would be taking on additional personnel, so it was a surprise to see the leather clad civilian waiting for us in the briefing room. Garren introduced him as Astra, our new splicer. Sounds like he’s here with us on some kind of community service.

Anyway, Garren starts talking to us about Salin, Baz’s surrogate father, who’s princess kidnapping gambit we had foiled on our last mission. Analytics had gone through the hyperdrive of the Correllian Blockade Runner we’d scuttled on our first mission. By charting past locations of the ship, the Empire was able to intercept another rebel vessel and shot it down over Ymia. Among the captured rebel personnel is a man who has close ties with Salin.
Garren wanted us to retrieve this rebel agent from the makeshift holding facility, so that the rebel could be properly processed for information.

We were given control of a ship, which we named The Grand Moff Lee, after the eponymous Moff who rose to prominence in the Clone Wars, but had tragically died of an, “Over Vigorous Heart,” according to the Imperial News Vids. It was fast, armed, but uncomfortably cramped.

We rode out on a Star Destroyer on routine hyperspace patrol, sparing the team an extended ride in The Grand Moff Lee. A few days later we broke off from the Patrol, with coordinates to rendezvous at after mission completion. Astra took the comms, Baz and I set up at the guns, Turk and 4GT set down in the cockpit, and R5 plugged in to recharge at a charging station.

Ymia was a resort planet, it’s economy based on tourism and exotic game hunting. When the rebel ship crashed on Ymia’s surface, the Empire quickly established a prisoner processing center by requisitioning a sprawling resort. They had also established a steady patrol of TIE fighters and set a Star Destroyer into contiguous orbit while the operation played out below on the surface.

Turk kept us out of scanner range for the Star Destroyer, dropping quickly into atmosphere. The resort wasn’t suffering much, it was winter in this region of Ymia, when we visited. the northern hemisphere was white with snow, and blizzarding clouds. We made a pass at the resort prison, checking it’s defenses from above, but we didn’t land on site.

Instead Turk took us out over the frozen forest, settling The Grand Moff Lee down in a snowy clearing. When the doors opened I did my job and took point, the others following behind me. I picked up an old game trail and started moving us down it, figuring it would eventually bring us to a road. I was so busy looking for tracks that I didn’t hear the speeders. Astra knocked down a dead tree in the path of the troopers, hoping they’d take a detour.

Instead they smashed their speeders and landed in the snow. Everyone else made it to cover in time to keep the Troopers from seeing them. I however, was wearing dark red armor. I tried to deescalate the situation by telling them I was a private contractor leading a hunting party. As a credit to their training, they didn’t believe it. Turk emerged from the snow to back my story up, but then Astra gave himself away by stepping on a branch buried under the snow.

When the Troopers heard the snap, they rightfully expected an ambush, so they burried a bolt in Astra’s chest. 4GT and Baz sprang up out of the snow, the robot trying to coordinate us. Baz had switched his gun to stun, but the Trooper’s armor was doing it’s job. The troopers weren’t going to stun back, they were intending the use of lethal force against Baz.

I made a judgement that lethal force was necessary. Switched my Heavy Blaster to Full Auto and buried a quiver of light into their backs. Aimed for their spines, so it would be quick and painless. Carbon scoring confirmed the shot pattern was tight.

Gave Astra a Stimpak to get him back on his feet. We did our best to bury the troopers under soil, but most of it had frozen solid, so we settled for snow.

Took point again and picked up the trail the speeders had whipped through the snow. Eventually we came up on the resort. We set up a stakeout position at the edge of the forest. A LAMDA Shuttle came down from the Star Destroyer, depositing Engineers who were heading into the building. Astra attempted to mix himself with the engineering staff in order to infiltrate the facility. It looked like he was stopped just before entering, when he couldn’t produce credentials. They detained him and took him inside.

Figuring we’d lost Astra, I took some time to check along the perimeter of the resort/prison. I found every door guarded by at least four Storm Troopers. They had set up communications equipment, shield generators, anti aircraft weapons, and even an AT-ST was marching a slow loop around the facility. If I had been there as some kind of surprise inspection, I’d have been impressed.

Turk and I decided to go sneak off and find the rebel ship that crashed, leaving 4GT and Baz to wait for any communication from Astra. We followed the path leading out of the place and toward the crashed ship. Instead we came across some rebels, huddled hopelessly against eachother, a futile attempt to stave off death from the cold. With only the two of us, Turk and I decided to leave them alone, but noted their coordinates on our datapads.

Eventually I picked up the trail of Snow Trooper bootprints leading away from the rebel wreck. Followed them back to their source. By the time we arrived at the rebel ship the sun had gone down. The flames from the wreckage made the snow look orange. We made out five snow trooper guards, their shadows cast long by the crackling flames.

I sent off an unsecured broadcast, pretending to be a rebel, claiming we would be gathering reinforcements at the position we had noted on our pads earlier. Three of the snowtroopers jogged off through the snow, in the rebel’s direction. Turk and I switched our weapons to stun for the remaining two.

Unfortunately while we were sneaking closer, Turk nearly tripped on a rock hidden under the snow. The troopers noticed. I shot one of them in the arm. One took a shot at me that went wide. Turk blasted one in the chest with a stun shot and I finished off mine. We detained them and went to work setting up a secondary distress beacon on the rebel ship, hoping to draw out most of the Imperials back at the resort.

We got back to the prison and waited a bit longer. Astra snuck up on us, having used our beacon distraction to escape the facility. He told us that there would be a prisoner transfer and that he’d arranged for our ship to be a gunship escort for the transports. We rushed back through the snow to Grand Moff Lee, where R5 had already been warming up the engines for us. We hopped on and made our way to the landing pad, in formation with the transports. When we got to the pad, we were somehow able to get our rebel prisoner, but a few guards came onboard as well.

After we lifted off, I got off of the gunnery seat and started a casual conversation, during which I pulled a stun grenade from my belt and dropped it on the floor. One of the Storm Troopers noticed and said, “You dropped something.” The blast hit everyone in range, our Prisoners, the Snow Troopers, Baz, and Astra. After the blast I pulled my Light Blaster Pistol and put a stunning shot into one of the Snow Troopers that was still standing. Baz shot the other one with a stun shot.

We stuffed the nonessential personnel in the escape pods and got ready to eject them. Turk tried to take us to Hyper-Space. The Star Destroyer made contact and told us to disengage. there was an extended back and forth that Astra was brought into, claiming that the engine was doing it involuntarily. They intended to get us with the tractor beam and that was when Turk made to break away. A Tie-Fighter that was part of our escort dropped behind us and made a strafing shot. It became clear that things wouldn’t be going well.

I strapped myself into the gunner seat and took a few shots. The matrix was totally different. Turk jerked the ship around and kept us out of trouble, one of the TIE Fighters ran into one of the other prisoner transports, causing unwanted casualties. Baz fired a Proton Torpedo and knocked one TIE into TIE. I obliterated the last one with a turret shot, managing not to hit any transports.

Once we were clear, Turk took us to hyperspace. As we broke into the blue strobe, Astra was bragging about having completely wiped our prisoner’s presence from The Resort’s records.

I would like to note I sincerely regret the loss of Imperial personnel during this mission, but believe we acted correctly given our orders and the circumstances that played out on the field.

End Report
-Cassius Numa

Cassius' Follow up Surcasis Mission Report
"I think you need another drink."

MISSION REPORT: Surcasis Mission (Part 2)

Investigate King Donovan H’Darr’s intention to join the Rebel Alliance. – Completed

7 Rebel Guerillas – Deceased
Salin – Alive

Kodo Ray – Deceased (Killed by Rebels.)


Like any great citizen of the Empire, Kodo Rey’s death did not prevent him from continuing to serve. We used his home as an ad hoc HQ for the duration of the Surcasis mission. After a night of rest, we set out the next morning to find a contact which the others had pulled from Kodo’s rolodex, a Quarran named Josh Thorn. Kodo’s posthumous generosity continued, when he volunteered en abstentia to let us borrow his speeder.

When most everyone else in Tinia was having their breakfasts, we were sauntering through a seedy Paza’ak Den looking for Surcasian criminals. Turk found Josh Thorn at a table, then convinced the Quarren to use the brand new Heavy Blaster Rifle for collateral on a game. It was a tense game, but Turk won. At first Josh tried to accuse us of cheating, but after Turk bought a round for everyone, the Paza’ak player calmed down and cooperated, giving us information about an Ithorian named Io Novar, who might know more information about Salin’s kidnapping operation. Asked Turk what his plan was if he lost the game. Didn’t care for his response.

We were lead to a Spice Den, one we were assured Io Novar liked to frequent. Turk, who loves the sound of his own voice, talked the Ithorian into trading data from the Princesses Droid for information about Salin’s location. Turk wiped everything about us from the data, then transferred the rest to Novar. The transaction complete, we headed off to the warehouse district, to look for Salin’s compound.

Our initial pass didn’t give us much information, so I asked to be dropped off on a roof across from Salin’s warehouse. After doing a sweep of the building’s exterior, no guards were found, only cameras. After some encouragement, Baz was dropped off a block or so off and he walked himself to the front door. He talked to a droid, or a data pad, leaving a message for Salin to meet him for drinks later. Baz then took the speeder and headed off to meet with Salin. When Baz confirmed that the Princess was in the compound he’d say the signal words, “I think you need another drink,” then we would breach the compound.

We waited as the rain fell, myself on top of a rooftop, scope trained on the front gate. A ship left out the top of the hangar, headed in Baz’ direction. We listened in on Baz talking to a guy who turned out to be his old mentor. Salin didn’t trust Baz, he’d brought backup just in case. EVentually Salin gave him a task, to hand deliver a note to King H’darr, then Salin left. The signal never came. Baz opened the letter and found it was a threat for King H’Darr to meet their ransom and they would hand the Princess over.

We decided to switch Baz for Turk, sending the latter off to meet with King H’Darr and deliver the note. Whatever he did there, it worked. H’Darr gave us free reign for our operation, the law enforcement reaction time would be slow, he promised. Turk gave the go ahead and I moved to enter the compound through the roof, as the ship carrying Salin returned to the compound.

The landing wasn’t quiet, the rebels opened fire and tore a hole through my chest. The shot must’ve seared lung tissue, breathing was hard and still hasn’t gotten better. Took a Stimpack and asked 4GT if he could use his fusion cutter to get through the front door. In moments, he and Baz burst through the hole the Droid had made, joining the fray.

Took a shot that didn’t go well, burried myself in cover behind the wall of a fuel shack. There was noise from inside the fuel holding area, a muffled woman’s voice. Went around the back side of the hut, took a Stimpack. Took a moment to recover, finished the walk around the shack, fatally perforated the three rebels standing there. Caught a glimpse of Baz running toward the ship Salin had just landed in, it was preparing for takeoff. Baz put a bolt in the ceiling door controls, stalling them for a while.

Standing upon the bodies of my rebel foes, I peaked inside the fuel depot and recognized the Princess tied up inside. She was tied to a bomb on a countdown, which one of the rebels must have activated. Called out on Comms that the Princess had been found. Baz peeled away from his attempt to get aboard Salin’s ship, instead coming to untie the Princess.

A manned turret emplacement opened fire, an impossibly direct hit in the back. Let the shot spin me around, took out one more rebel, while 4GT dropped a comms satellite on the gunnery emplacement. Baz was having some trouble with the ropes and the bombs and some sage advice from an old Storm Trooper must’ve gone a long way, because after speaking with him, he got her free. We managed to get the Princess out in time, though Salin escaped on his ship. Turk arrived just in time, swinging Kodo’s speeder into the open roof and allowing us all to get aboard before the facility exploded.

Back at Kodo’s place we asked the Princess a few questions about her culpability in her own kidnapping. She gave the impression she hadn’t realized what she was getting herself into. Still, 4GT and I thought we should report her. But Turk had made a deal with the King, insuring that Surcasis would continue to support the Empire for now.

There was a party, but I stayed at Kodo’s residence, recovering from my wounds. It was nice to have the place to myself. Kodo had a pretty good sound system and good taste in music. Guy deserved better.

- Cassius Numa

Mission Report: Surcasis


Enemies Engaged

Commendable Citizens

Mission Details

First thing I remember is visiting a bar. Name of the bar? Doesn’t matter: it burned down! We met our guy Kodo Ray easily enough. Shifty guy from my recollection. No sooner did we make his acquaintance did some fringer-looking tough guys walk in and started shooting.

I managed to protect our contact from the rebels’ initial volley but he still managed to take a fatal shot. Before he kicked it, he let me know some vital information: the king’s daughter has gone missing from her hotel room. I knew we had to investigate.

Security at her hotel was tight, but we finessed our way past, undetected. In her room, we found her security droid waiting and after some negotiating, he divulged what he knew about her disappearance. She’d left with a man who [:baz-kellen|Baz] recognized as his old mentor Salin. By all the evidence it was not an abduction.

Next we acquired a base of operations, where we launched our next endeavor: find a way to contact Salin. Our friend Kodo’s belongings held the name of someone in the criminal element who could help us.

It took only a minor payoff to get this quarren’s help, and we were face to face with Io Novar. In exchange for information on Salin, we gave Novar the data from the princess’ security droid minus any data regarding our operation. Novar gave us the address of a hangar he knew to be used by Salin.

After some rest, we drove by the hangar on recon. Nothing came of it so we decided to leverage our connection to Salin and had Baz meet with him. Baz couldn’t get Salin to divulge anything, but did earn his trust enough to ask Baz to deliver a message to the king.

I took it upon myself to meet with the king, while the rest of the team would stand ready to breach the structure as soon as I gave the word. Talking to the king revealed some important information: the note was a message from her abductors informing him that he must announce public support for the Rebellion by the Surcasis government. If he did, his daughter would be returned to him. Instead of that plan, I offered to retrieve his daughter from these people in exchange for some less public support for the Empire: some favorable fee reductions for Imperial ships docking here. He acquiesced, and I gave the team the go ahead.

I arrived at the hangar just as they needed evac. I picked them up, with the princess. Soon after she was reunited with her father.

Dictated but not read.

1st Report on Surcasis
An Investigation Into Changing Loyalties

MISSION REPORT: Surcasis Mission


  • Investigate King Donovan H’Darr’s intention to join the Rebel Alliance.

Three rebel soldiers. – Deceased
Droid – Detained but unharmed.
Local Law Enforcement – Stunned but otherwise unharmed.

Kodo Ray – Deceased (Killed by Rebels.)

Requisitioned a Heavy Blaster Rifle and a Light Blaster Pistol, was really excited to use them. Later received news that this would not be a combat op. Brought the blasters anyway.

Baz was placed in charge of the unit by Command. It was decided that we should not represent ourselves as Imperials, given the changing political climate. Put the helmet in a tactical backpack and hung a poncho over the rest. This worked out, it was cold when we landed, and the poncho did not stand out.

The buildings in Tinia were a combination of ostentatious prewar edifices with post-war enhancements brought in from various parts of the galaxy. We were looking for one structure in particular: a bar. Baz and Turk thought we might find our contact, Kodo Rey, inside.

Walked in and took a position near the bartender, keeping an eye on the front door. The other three made their way over to a table that Coto was occupying. They sat down and talked for short period, Kodo looked pretty nervous. Turns out his paranoia wasn’t unwarranted, as it didn’t take very long for rebels to show up. They were looking for Kodo, I guess, because they made as if they would head right for him.

Stole a drink and broke the nearest jaw available, then dove behind the bar for cover. The rebels opened fire, so the heavy blaster rifle got to break in it’s auto-fire mode. Made one rebel into a martyr, maimed another, but not before they shot our fleeing contact in the back.

Baz turned up behind the bar too, sent a few shots at the rebels, but they went wild, ricocheting and igniting a pool of alcohol between us and the attackers. Another round of auto fire from the heavy blaster rifle brought the last two down. We retreated out the back door with Kodo’s body, before the place burned down.

Baz, Turk, and 4GT got a lead from Kodo before he died. The King’s daughter, Princess Cerronea H’darr, had vanished a few nights ago, about the time when the King seemed to change his mind about being part of the Empire. We went off to the hotel she’d last been seen at, where she had bee attending some kind of school event.

Once inside the hotel we hit a few stumbling blocks. We couldn’t get the Concierge to let us get a room, a few levels of the hotel had been completely shut off to visitors, and local law enforcement was crawling all over the place. Failed at getting a uniform, so Baz and Turk went off on their own to find some.

While they were gone, 4GT and I hung out at the bar, listening to the band. Waited until one of the off duty staffers of the hotel broke away from his drinking buddies and went off to use the facilities. In the restroom he suffered a concussion, but he didn’t have the kind of ID required to get upstairs.

Baz and Turk came back with two mobile laundry hampers and staff uniforms, so those of us without uniforms hid inside the hampers. When we got upstairs they had to be escorted by a guard. When they found the laundry room we stunned the guard with the new blaster rifle. Put on the uniform and escorted them to the next floor up, where the kidnapping presumedly happened.

Once we were up there and past the next set of guards, we found a Droid guarding a door. After some insults and 4GT trying to play sympathetic, the droid admitted that it was guarding the room the Princess had been occupying when she was kidnaped. After it repeatedly refused to grant us entry, it became clear that force was necessary. Tackled the droid and knocked it through the door, the other three followed behind and barricaded us in.

Eventually reached an arrangement with the droid and it let 4GT plug directly into it. We found out that the Princess wasn’t kidnapped at all, she’d left willingly, with Baz’s old mentor Salin. Never heard of the guy, buy Baz seemed pretty worried.

We made our way out of the hotel without alerting anybody, then found a place to plan our next move…


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