Echoes of the Past IC

[Lentrax]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...



ECHOES OF THE PAST

It has been one thousand years since the second Sith Empire returned from beyond the Unknown Regions and laid siege to the New Republic.

During the ensuing war, the Sith hunted down and destroyed the Jedi Order in the face of a far greater tragedy, the death of the Force. Without the protection of the Jedi, the Galaxy fell to darkness.

But time moves on, and in its ebbs and whorls, what was may yet be again, for a prophecy tells of the return of the Jedi. But it also warns against their return. For if they fall, they will forever extinguish the embers of hope in a galaxy in need of rescue....

The Variseel Starliner blows through space. Its hull gleams as it cruises past the majestic splendor of the Burgola system, where the gases from the three stars are slowly being siphoned away by the black hole in the center of their orbits. The gases mingle and coalesce, and where the streams collide, streams of rainbow color are created to create wondrous patterns in the blackness of space.

Aboard the starliner, life progresses. Credits are made, or lost, in the casinos. Dancers dance for their meals, traders make deals. Smugglers look for work. Food is prepared. Life.


In stark contradiction, life aboard the Star Destroyer Korut's Vengeance is very different. Troopers train rigorously in one of the many gyms, techs repair TIE fighters, walkers, and ground vehicles. Pilots fly simulated dogfights against each other. Officers generate reports, and a Dark Lord of the Sith stands at the front facing viewport looking past the pointed bow of his ship. An officer approaches him and bows when he reaches the Dark Lord's side.

"Report."

"My lord. We have tracked the smuggler to this transport ship. According to its broadcast signal, it is the Variseel Starliner. A luxury vessel for some of the more upper class citizens of the Rim worlds."

"But we are sure that the smuggler came here?"

"We are, my lord."

"Very well. Get us in range, and board the vessel. Then bring me the smuggler. I will interrogate him. Personally."

"As you wish, my Lord."

The officer bows again, and goes off to issue the commands to the rest of the ship.

[robnar]

Dave spends a lot of time in the gym of the Korut's Vengeance. This is not to get stronger - he's still got a lean, hard layer of muscle on from his time on Kashyyyk - it is more so that he has an excuse to spend several hours a day in the locker room. He found a secluded corner where he can fold a blanket over the locker door and work on his secret project.

In the top shelf of the locker, in a wide, low metal dish taken from a mess kit, Dave has a small shoot of a Wroshyr tree that he has been meticulously bonsai'ing. He pulled this Wroshyr from the shadowlands, so maybe it can survive without too much light, but he still has a glow rod calibrated as close as he could get it to Kashyyyk's sun taped to the edge of the shelf. The humidity of the locker room is the other ingredient. He hums tunelessly to himself and smiles as he sees the roots beginning to take hold.

He startles when the alarm sounds general quarters, and almost rips the roots free. His heart is beating fast as he tenderly repots the tree and slides it snugly back into place.

He hears the guffaws from a couple troops down the row. "Tree hugger over there forgot what an alarm sounds like. He's been sniffing the roses too long for real combat." Dave ignores it, grabs his helmet and tucks the towel in as he closes the locker door. He avoids eye contact as he walks out.

When one of the guffawing troopers smacks his ass as Dave walks out, Dave whips an elbow back before the trooper can even finish his insult; then follows it with a fist. He feels both connect with the man's jaw. As the other two swear and rush to stomp him, Dave bolts.

He calms down as he gets into the main hall. He grabs his rifle from the squad bay, then ambles his way into squad formation at one of the combat shuttles in the port hangar bay. The squad leader harangues him for taking so long, but Dave just stares past, mumbling an occasional, distracted, "yes, sergeant. Won't happen again."

His belly, usually in knots during a stand-to, starts to relax during the mission briefing. Boarding a star liner is easy. He will just hang back with the rifle, watching the crowds, while his squadmates do all the shouting and punching. Probably won't even have to stun anyone.

[Gunhaven]

Akkit, for it's part managed to get itself in a simple room despite it's family's connections. Although in reality it was probably the best a non-human could get considering the Empire and so it considered itself lucky. After a week of getting used to the new surroundings the jawa finally began to explore the ship at large. It settled on gambling away what money was saved after the whole hassle of getting off the planet, taking the opportunity to listen in on conversations it shouldn’t while setting a soft cap on what it could get away with losing. What money was earned was simply gambled away again, the rest of any given day spent tinkering with J2-3Z3 and it’s own cybernetics to help pass the time.

Spoiler: Random Gambling Losses?

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If it’s wanted then here’s… 6? 6 sets of gambling rolls on the ole Jubilee Table. Each day gambling 100 credits with the best hope being Winning 200 credits instead of losing it all.
(1d20-1)[14] Break Even
(1d20-1)[9] Lose 50
(1d20-1)[16] Win 100
(1d20-1)[5] Lose 50
(1d20-1)[8] Lose 50
(1d20-1)[1] Lose 100, -150 total.
Also a random Perception check in case I hear something interesting while I burn through some credits while I eavesdrop like a rude cyborg. (1d20+5)[14] A reroll with Audio Enhancements: (1d20+5)[16]

[protheuz]

"A corellian twister " Azur asks the bartender.

This cantina wasn't one of the best abord the linner, but that suited him. He wasn't used to luxurious environments and people with sticks up their arses gawking at him and his bulk and simpler ways.

But at this time, things were only starting. The dancers were putting make up and powders in the dressing room, the musicians checking their instruments and discussing what they would play. The Sabaac players already retreated to their rooms after loosing or winning, preparing for the next night, or for one of the big tournament aboard the ship.

He didn't need to get drunk early, no. But the day before, he almost lost the bout. The damage (all stunning, no real fighting as some places in Coruscant) had subsided and been healed, but the body gets tired of being hit in the same places, of repeated injuries and insults. He suspected his bruises had bruises themselves.

Either way he was winning and had 3 more fights till the end of the cruise. If he won, he would become rich, but some of the remaining arena fighters were good. Very good.

Last night he had lady luck on his side, as his opponent missed his head, and just stunned his left arm... but... Maybe he should stop drinking and start training... As he took the first sip he remembered what his mother used to tell him. "You are destined to bigger things.". Maybe she meant a fat lover, but the strength and ardor of her belief in him always made him a better person. Had she not died the way she did he might have turned an ok person, a good citizen of the galaxy.

Trying to take this image of his head he looks around at the other patrons.

Spoiler: ooc

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taking 10 on perception check to see other patrons around the cantina, especially good looking females to chat up.

[Sriseru]

Alara Maru walks around the starliner, taking in the sights and making merry. She had spent much of her time conversing and flirting with her fellow passenger, and enjoying the pleasurable company of some of them. She also watched some arena fights, which she found quite exciting. Additionally, Alara made sure to pick up whatever juicy news or rumor may be floating around, and verifying whether those were true or not.

Spoiler: Gather Information

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Taking 10 on Gather Information (DC20 vs 21) to learn about any local news and rumors in as much detail as possible.
Taking 10 on Persuasion (DC? vs 26) to halve the cost of paying for said information. Should cost me 25 credits if that Persuasion check succeeded.

Today, Alara has spent some time watching the dancers with a grin on her face, until she sees one who reminds her of her mother. Her smile turns into a frown and she leaves. Next, the Twi'lek makes her way to one of the more seedy cantinas aboard the Variseel. She was very much in her element here, and played a game of Sabbacc with a fellow patron, cheating as much as she could get away with.

Spoiler: Gambling

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Alara gambles 100 credits against an unnamed NPC, NOT against the house. The first Deception roll below is for cheating, as per the rules of Scum and Villainy p19, while the second roll is a reroll in case the result of the first is 20 or lower (using my Deceptive species trait).
(1d20+11)[19]
(1d20+11)[25]
If this gets me into trouble, let me know and I'll edit the rest of my post accordingly.

Once the game has concluded, Alara notice one of the arena fighters sitting by the bar. She smiles slyly and makes her way to Azur, taking the seat next to him.
"Why hello, there.~" She greeted playfully as she checked him out. A male human with some nice facial scars, and quite handsome too. "Aren't you that arena fighter? Azur, wasn't it? I'm Alara, by the way." She extends her hand to him for a handshake.

[protheuz]

"Yes I am, pretty lady, Azur Nox for your needs" Replies Azur looking straight into her eyes. He grabs her hand, and even being careful, she can sense the muscular tension and power behind the soft grasp.

"Can I interest you in a drink Alara? And you can tell me more about yourself"

Without waiting for the answer he orders "a twister for the lady" to the bartender.

[Sriseru]

"Ooh, such a strong hand.~" Alara giggles seductively. "I guess I shouldn't expect anything less, considering your occupation." She gives him a wink. "And I'd love a drink. Thank you.~"

She returns Azur's gaze and puffs out her chest. "I'm just an adventurous Twi'lek who grew up in the middle of nowhere, surviving off of my wits and making a living by..." There's a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Solving problems."

The bartender brings her drink and she picks up the glass. "Ah, a corellian twister!" The Twi'lek samples it sensually and appears to enjoy it far more than one reasonable should. "Mmmm~. My favorite."

She then returns her attention to her companion. "What about you, Azur Nox? What can you tell me about yourself?"

[protheuz]

"I was born and bred in Coruscant. The lower parts, if you know what that means. I had to fight my way out of it, or if you prefer to use my talents to pleasure others. The crowds." he looks Alara up and down checking her up. "What do you enjoy doing for fun?"

[Sriseru]

"Oh, you know. Meeting new, interesting people and... finding out their talents to pleasure others.~" Alara gives him a playful smile as she echoes his words. She leans forward a bit. "Would you care to show me?"

[protheuz]

"Sure. It will be my pleasure. I have my room nearby, and a lot of time before my next bout."

He grabs her hand slowly and leads her to his place (If she follows, of course)

[Sriseru]

"Good, I hate to stress." She gives Azur a sly smile and allows him to lead her to his room.

Inside, Alara removes her vest, at which point Azur should notice the heavy blaster pistol below her left armpit. She place the holster, with the weapon still in it, next to the bed. The Twi'lek approach the arena fighter, throws her arms around him, and kisses him passionately.
The two then make sweet love, with Alara taking charge at least half of the time.

Spoiler: OOC

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Let me know if I'm stepping out of line or making assumptions about your character, protheuz, and I'll edit my post accordingly.

[Appleciders]

Hearing the "To Stations" alert, Kira reluctantly logs out of her simulation and heads toward the lift to report to the starfighter briefing room. Arriving first (these new recruits have no hustle!) she slides into her flight leader chair at the front left of the room. No one's here but her Lieutenant Vox, shuffling charts on her viewscreen for the briefing. After sitting for a moment without being recognized, Kira pipes up, "What's the mission, Boss? More patrols of terrified yokels?"

[Lentrax]

"Not quite," comes the reply to Kira's question.

"Intelligence has named this vessel, the..."

Vox consults his notes.

"The Variseel Starliner. Heh. Crap name. Must be Xeno. Anyway. This ship contains something of interest to our lord."

By now, Kira will have realized no one else seems to be coming.

"Today, you're on shuttle duty. Bay four. You're shipping a detachment of troopers to the starliner. We don't expect any trouble, so you have been authorized to participate in the search and seizure of materials deemed subversive or illegal. Any questions?"

[Gunhaven]

Akkit paused in it's general tinkering when the hum of the engine stopped. For a few seconds it thought it was imagining things before the silence finally started to bother the jawa. With a quick confirmation that everything was still in order with it's belongings safely tucked away in the former cavity used for it's intestines and other organs that didn't make the transition. Satisfied it gave J2-3Z3 a pat and a brief burst of beeps and whines before the duo left. Their journey was straight forward, relying on the maps it had created during previous explorations, as they made their way to the closest officer and said in it's slightly metallic basic "Why have the engines stopped?"

[robnar]

Once the squad leader gives the command "at ease", Dave beckons his attention. "Can we draw some stun and gas grenades? Liner's gonna be full of civilians. Might stampede..." He sputters a moment as he waits for a response, then remembers protocol. "... umm, Sergeant."

Spoiler: Persuasion Check

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Dave's gonna attempt an untrained persuasion check. Assuming the sergeant's indifferent (-2). Up to you if he gets a bonus for making a reasonable request. (1d20-1)[7]

[protheuz]

"That was a rollercoster ride honey!" says Azur and as he pulls a cigarrete he adds "Do you fancy a deathstick?"

[theskorpionking]

Asuna kept her jacket closed tightly around her. She didn't want anyone seeing her extra arms. Her mother had tried to persuade her not to take it, but Asuna knew what could happen to her in Sith occupied space. To hide her pointed ears, she wore her hair down. There wasn't much she could do for her pale complexion. She had been sent to the Variseel Starliner by her parents to drum up interest for their courier business. A working vacation. She said rolling her eyes. She had gotten on at the last port, the big Sabbac tournament had already started. Not that she was interested in the gambling. She did catch at least a short glimpse of the fights before being told to leave. She had pretty much kept to herself when she wasn't in her room.

[Sriseru]

"You weren't too bad yourself, baby.~" Alara quips, stroking one of Azur's muscular arms. "But I'm afraid that I'm going to have to decline your offer. I'm not too fond of death sticks."

[Lentrax]

Akkit paused in it's general tinkering when the hum of the engine stopped. For a few seconds it thought it was imagining things before the silence finally started to bother the jawa. With a quick confirmation that everything was still in order with it's belongings safely tucked away in the former cavity used for it's intestines and other organs that didn't make the transition. Satisfied it gave J2-3Z3 a pat and a brief burst of beeps and whines before the duo left. Their journey was straight forward, relying on the maps it had created during previous explorations, as they made their way to the closest officer and said in it's slightly metallic basic "Why have the engines stopped?"

"Huh? They have? I don't know, but there must be a reason for it."

Just then the telltale screaming of TIE fighters shooting past the ship provide the answer.

Once the squad leader gives the command "at ease", Dave beckons his attention. "Can we draw some stun and gas grenades? Liner's gonna be full of civilians. Might stampede..." He sputters a moment as he waits for a response, then remembers protocol. "... umm, Sergeant."

Spoiler: Persuasion Check

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Dave's gonna attempt an untrained persuasion check. Assuming the sergeant's indifferent (-2). Up to you if he gets a bonus for making a reasonable request. [roll0]

"Hah. No. We expect everyone here to be pretty docile. Besides. You're on duty on the upper decks. Humans only. No fun with the Xenos for you. Shuttle three. Move out."

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The ships comm system whistles the attention signal.

Attention, all passengers and crew. We have been contacted by the Empire to heave to and prepare for a search. Their shuttles are already inbound. You have ten minutes before they arrive to make yourselves ready for their inspection. Everyone should have their documentation at hand before they arrive. Thank you.

The system squeals slightly as the message ends. And then a small panic breaks loose as everyone scrambles to their quarters to find their identification and travel visas.

[Gunhaven]

Akkit clicks at the scream of TIE fighters and said "There's an answer..." and clicked again when the captain announced what it already knew. A gloved hand reached into it's robes and got it's papers ready before it added "Where would be the closest airlock? I wish to return to that hum as soon as possible." There was no reason to panic when it was as confined as it was, it would be better to do what the people with the guns say.

[robnar]

"Hah. No. We expect everyone here to be pretty docile. Besides. You're on duty on the upper decks. Humans only. No fun with the Xenos for you. Shuttle three. Move out."

Dave listens to the sergeant's excuse, thankful that the scout trooper helmet conceals his facial expression. When the sergeant finishes, Dave waves his hand in the general direction of his face in a pathetic attempt at a proper salute, and then follows the sergeant onboard.

Dave's the last one to board the shuttle, but this time it isn't sloth or general tardiness. As the section's designated marksman, he normally hangs out over the entrance ramp to provide covering fire as they land. As he boards he slams the ramp toggle, clips into the safety handle, and gives the thumbs-up from to the sergeant. Sergeant bangs on the pilot's compartment and yells "Squad ready for launch."

As the shuttle takes off, Dave sits down on the floor over the front of the ramp with his rifle between his legs and stares off into space. He sits still - motionless, even - but if anyone knew him well they'd know it was focus, not calm. His squadmates probably thought he was asleep.

[Lentrax]

Kira

You get into your seat in the shuttle, start prepping for launch, and just as you finish the preflight, some jerk trooper in the back bangs on the wall behind your head and yells at you. As though you wouldn't know when you see the red warning light for the ramp being open switch to green as the ramp seals.

Less than ten minutes later, you have the shuttle landed and pop the seal on the rear hatch, releasing the crammed stormtroopers into the empty landing bay. A shuttle next to yours opens its hatches, releasing its complement of both seeker and combat droids. Apparently, this isn't just a routine shakedown of a ship on their patrol route...

Dave

You settle down and wait. Mentally preparing yourself for when you arrive at the starliner, not knowing what or who to expect. Sooner than you realize, the hatch pops open, and you watch as seeker droids whir past, their tiny repulsors humming as they seek out passages small enough for their tiny spherical bodies to fit into. Then you hear the hum of shields powering online, and you realize that one of the other shuttles has brought aboard a half battalion of battle droids.

Yup. Just another routine mission, all right.

The sergeant raps on your helmet. "What are you doing? Get out there and do your job. Get these people secured after we scan their identities. Lord Sela'at will have our heads if some random civvie screws this up for us. Watch the ones we clear until scan crews identify a room big enough for us to secure and contain this people in."

Aboard the Starliner

After a few more minutes have passed, the Imperials arrive. Humans get their identity cards checked first. As each person is processed, they are herded into a large common area they appropriated for holding, after clearing it out of everything, naturally.

Once the humans in your area are checked, they start checking the non-humans. The Imperials are not shy about using force, and one couple, a pair of Bothans get stunned when they don't follow instructions from the ensign checking their identity cards. The limp bodies get dragged away by troopers, and they get unceremoniously tossed into another, much smaller room they are pressing the aliens into.

More Imperials are going over everything on the starliner with portable scanners. Their instruments probe every nook and cranny they can find. The scanning crews take the equipment into rooms and search them. Troopers throw objects about, looking for something.

This isn't normal procedure.

The Imperials are looking for something.

[Appleciders]

"Not quite," comes the reply to Kira's question.

"Intelligence has named this vessel, the..."

Vox consults his notes.

"The Variseel Starliner. Heh. Crap name. Must be Xeno. Anyway. This ship contains something of interest to our lord."

By now, Kira will have realized no one else seems to be coming.

"Today, you're on shuttle duty. Bay four. You're shipping a detachment of troopers to the starliner. We don't expect any trouble, so you have been authorized to participate in the search and seizure of materials deemed subversive or illegal. Any questions?"

"Fair 'nuff. Thanks, Lieutenant.

Kira will make a point of carrying her blaster carbine folded and openly visible and her holdout blaster tucked away and hidden. This is really a stormtrooper job; there must be something unusual going on to have her authorized to participate.

Kira will make a point of keeping her eyes open for navigation information, illicit small craft, smuggling compartments, and pilots on board, those being her areas of expertise.

[Gunhaven]

Akkit isn't stupid or a hero but a jawa who's had an odd case of luck. It waits patiently for it's turn to be checked, makes note of the odd procedure with the scanners, and promptly heads to the smaller room they're being corralled into. To the side of the jawa was it's droid, papers presented to confirm said fact, and the two found themselves a little corner to hole up in until this entire thing was over with. All of this under the assumption that no Imperial has too much time for what looks to them like a normal jawa unless their scanners pull up the extensive cybernetics that were done.

[Sriseru]

The ships comm system whistles the attention signal.

Attention, all passengers and crew. We have been contacted by the Empire to heave to and prepare for a search. Their shuttles are already inbound. You have ten minutes before they arrive to make yourselves ready for their inspection. Everyone should have their documentation at hand before they arrive. Thank you.

The system squeals slightly as the message ends. And then a small panic breaks loose as everyone scrambles to their quarters to find their identification and travel visas.

"Sithspit, I don't have any identification!" Alara curses. She then turns to Azur and gives him a quick smooch. "Thanks, babe. I had a great time."

She gets herself clothed in a hurry and then sneaks out of the room, making every attempt to stay hidden and avoid the Imperials.

Spoiler: Sneaking

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Stealth check: (1d20+13)[31]

[protheuz]

"Hey wait!" Azur says, but not in time. She quickly leaves his sight, as he tries to put some clothes in his body. Still half dressed, he comes outside and see to where she went "Rollercoster girl"

He picks up his papers, his gear licenses and is processed by the imperials, with the other humans. Well this reminded him of the line ups he was subjected as a kid in Coruscant.

While he waits he smokes, keeping a calm and relaxed demeneour. Never submissive or weak, just relaxed.

[robnar]

As they descend towards the landing deck, Dave shoulders his rifle. He's a bit surprised that the doors don't open until touchdown, but once they do he's leaning out on the safety harness, guns up and scanning. The landing zone is clear, and as the men file past him and the droids fan out nobody shoots at them.

Sergeant bangs him on the helmet and harangues him for something or another, but it doesn't really matter. Dave cuts the safety line and jogs out, an easy lope with his rifle shouldered and low. He follows the main body of his platoon as they file through a hallway; grabbing, tagging, and cuffing the civilians as they go. Front cuffs, and loose - just to keep them from resisting as they corral the group towards the main ballroom.

Dave's job is to overwatch the men, not to corral civvies. The humans are docile and cooperative, and there aren't many natural ambush points. He hangs back a respectful distance, with his eyes soft and scanning. Sergeant jogs in front of him, berating the detainees to keep moving. He can't help but notice how beautiful the ship is - wood paneling and brass fixtures, nice plants and potted Alderaani palms at corners. Windows and light, much nicer than the gray and confinement of the Korut's Vengeance.

The main ballroom is huge, with an entire wall open to a spectacular view of the star system. Dave looks around for a perch with good views, and finds a nice piece of sculpture on the gallery level to hide behind. After a quick rope up there, a bit of squirming, and a report to sergeant about his location, he settles in to watch the screening points and the movements.

Spoiler: Skill Checks

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Perception check for trouble on the approach to the ballroom: (1d20+10)[11]. Note, Dave has acute senses that lets him reroll perception - if the roll is less than 10 (for a total of less than 20) he will take 10 on the reroll to bring it to 20.

Perception check for trouble in the ballroom: (1d20+10)[24]. Again, if the roll is less than 10 (for a total of less than 20) he will take 10 on the reroll to bring it to 20.

Stealth roll to hide behind the décor: (1d20+9)[25]

Climb roll to make it up there: Take 10 for a 19. With his grapple on the utility belt and climbing claws should be fine.

[theskorpionking]

Asuna knew that her mynock was cooked. She shrugged her coat off and stowed it in her bag. It wasn't going to do her any good now, her ID told whoever viewed it whatever they wanted to know. She just hoped that the small blaster she had with her would go unnoticed.

[Lentrax]

"Sithspit, I don't have any identification!" Alara curses. She then turns to Azur and gives him a quick smooch. "Thanks, babe. I had a great time."

She gets herself clothed in a hurry and then sneaks out of the room, making every attempt to stay hidden and avoid the Imperials.

Spoiler: Sneaking

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Stealth check: [roll0]

It doesn't take long. You hear a group of people come in, and begin searching the room. You hear the scanning equipment being used. You hear the crew pass by where you were currently hiding inside a closed room behind a wall plate, through a vent you were using to get past the imperials. The crew stops near you, and you hear the scanning equipment. Then it moves on, and you hear the sounds fade as the crew finishes, and you start making your way toward an exit, because the search seems to have gone past you. But then you hear a new sound. Boots. A lot of booted feet. Then you hear the cutting torches. You manage to avoid getting injured by the torches, before the troopers pull the wall away and pull you out of it. As long as you don't resist the troopers, they put you in binders as they haul you unceremoniously down the corridor.

"What we gonna do with this one?"

"No ID? Not sure. Probably sell her to a Hutt. Unless Lord Sela'at wants her. I hear he has some odd tastes."

"Yeah, I've heard that too. Anyway, we'll take her to the commander. He can sort it out."

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As you are all herded or stationed in your assigned places, which have taken you all away from the docking bays, you are all waiting whatever fate is in front of you. The troopers are waiting to move on, and the passengers are getting worried that something else is going to happen to them.

Then, over the comms, the Imperials hear that they have found their target. The orders come through to release the passengers as a squad of troopers leads their target to the shuttles.

Another pair of troopers open up the door leading out of where Alara was being held, and they start hauling her down toward their shuttles as well.

During the inspection, several flights of TIEs make runs past the starliner, so it is not alarming when you hear the screaming of the engines again.

But what is new is the explosions of laser blasts against the hull!

The ship rocks with the impacts, and you hear from somewhere else in the ship, the distinctive clangs of emergency bulkheads slamming in place.

Without engines, or shields, this ship won't last long. You need to find an escape ship, and fast!

[Appleciders]

Kira does a double take when she spots her old junk dealer Akkit among the xenos being processed. What are the odds?

She taps the sergeant on the shoulder. Sergeant, I'd like to interrogate that Xeno in the robes personally. I grew up around its kind. I'm going to pull it aside anything in particular we're looking for? Lieutenant Vox wasn't specific. (Gather Information roll, +3).

After pulling Akkit into an unused room, Kira peers into his hood. Akkit? That you? What's a scrap dealer doing way out here?

EDIT AFTER SEEING GM POST: I'm assuming that Kira has pulled Akkit aside shortly before the TIE attacks hit.

I don't know what's going on, buddy, but stick with me. I've got the only pilot authorization for the shuttle I rode in on.