A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
It has been over a year since the brutal end of the Clone Wars, and now the Empire rules the galaxy with an iron fist. It is generally believed that Darth Vader has exterminated the last of the Jedi, and that the Empire is combing through the outer rim exterminating rebels, and even entire species, as they go. However, whispered rumors of resistance grow louder as well, and some say another war is imminent.
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Fortunately, matters such as this are irrelevant out here. You are all individuals living in the fringes of society in the Star Wars Universe. You find yourself currently on Magrathea, a tiny forested planet in the outer rim, far from the influences of the Empire, and indeed isolated from almost all interstellar organizations. Here most people lead simple lives, relying on their own sweat and determination to get from day to day, week to week.
You are currently in Aragent, the largest city on Magrathea, which is still small, as cities go. Starship traffic is very light, and shuttles are a relatively rare sight, most citygoers favoring cheaper landspeeders, or riding rontos, or other beasts of burden. Still, inside the city, many locals make their living selling and trading goods or services. Their shops, tents, or stalls can be found in the trade hub, located in the center of town. You have come into town today because a friend of yours gave you the heads up (or perhaps you overheard somewhere else) that a wealthy entrepreneur new to town was in the trade hub offering great pay for help clearing his recently purchased property of a womp rat infestation. You have decided to check it out.
The trade hub is dusty, hot, and chaotic. Dozens of individuals of all races and species trickle past you as you make your way through the market, passing by a wide assortment of stores and sales tents. A Dug street vendor tries to sell you skewered lizards, a Sullustian tries to bring your attention to his collection of droids, and a very drunk looking human is thrown bodily out through the doorway of a cantina by the Quarren bartender. Continuing your search for this entrepreneur, you see a small crowd (about 10-15 individuals) standing in front of a slightly raised platform. Standing on the platform is a wiry, well dressed human studying at a datapad in his hand. Just to the side of the platform, an enormous Trandoshan stands hunched over his blaster rifle, scowling at the crowd. To the other side of the platform you see a simple sign, which reads:
“Now Hiring: Anyone and Everyone! Help Hunt Womp Rats! 100 credits per head, plus bonuses!”
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Welcome to the game! Tell everyone how you approach the platform, and what other characters might notice about you, etc.
Once everyone is done posting/doing what they want, the mysterious entrepreneur will speak!
Planetary Pioneers: IC
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