The Hard-Luck was an apt name for the ship, for its crew it had bought nothing but trouble. With Captain Gregorious Fhrumpinhime at the helm it had made barely enough creds to keep the crew paid and the hutt debt collectors from the hatch. Then he had died leaving the crew stranded on Tatooine with little choice but to try to keep the creds flowing to service the  exorbitant debt thrust upon the crew.

Taking up what seemed to be a "legit" cargo run for the huts the remaining crew soon found them selves collecting stolen supplies from the an impounded transport docked at docking bay 94. This was a success and soon found the crew on it's way to the Corellian system. Only to be ambushed in by pirates collecting supplies for the rebellion. One of which had snuck on board in the guise of a passenger. Some sweet flying by Zenna and excellent gunnery by the rest of the crew you were able to survive the encounter only needing minor repairs. so you returned to Tatooine where a new crew member a Jawa came aboard after you saved him from the persecution by imperial soldiers. He was able to fix the ship and you successfully made the trip to Corillian space.

But this was not the end of it. For upon arriving in at the massive CenterPoint space station around which the twin planets Talus and Tralus orbited, you found yourselves boarded by the station security forces, lead by a special agent of the empire. They searched your ship high and low for contraband which they were sure was there, but were unable to find, thanks to the hiding skills of your Ewokian crew member.

Following this rude welcome, and some continued snooping by the crew you soon found that the whole run had been a setup to snare some unlucky smugglers. You... But backed into a corner between a Hutt and imperial jail you try to make the best of a bad situation. First opening the cargo you find a cache of illegal weapons. Making a plan you all decided to try a double cross on the contact that was selling you out.

The meet was organised for an abandoned factory on Talus. Landing the Hard-luck in a un-used warehouse a few blocks away the crew loads up the grav-sled piloted by X2 and head to the agreed meeting place. This is where it all went south. The meeting started as planned Nilo was at the abandoned factory, but he came with a whole squad of storm troopers ready to rumble.

Jett wasn't going down easy and soon an epic blaster battle ensued. Zenna went down to the blaster fire, Hex followed soon after. With 2 crew members down the rest of you decided to cut and run. Piling onto the grav-sled you all made a break for the Hard-luck. As you approach the abandoned warehouse where you have hidden the ship you see an imperial transport has landed next to the warehouse and already the stormtroopers are swarming over your ship, which is surely soon to be impounded. The bantha fodder must have been tracking the ship from the beginning! Blasted imperial scum!

It was then with no pilot or mechanic the decision just to run was made. Through the factory district you fled upon the grav-sled evading the troopers looking for you. It was pure chance that you came upon a heavily damaged storage tank in which you are able to hide for the moment to regroup and decide what is next.


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With some ingenious camouflage and welding by X2 and Jubjub you turn the old broken tank into a workable hiding place for you to lay low, until  the storm trooper patrols subside. Here in the contaminated abandoned factory zone you have little contact with the outside world. Sooner or later you will need to know what’s going on and the chance of being discovered will outweigh continuing to hide in the old tank, but for now you’re safe. Just 2 hours away through the contaminated and abandoned factory zone the factories are still operating and 3 hours away lie one of the major megafactoryplexes that reach up to the clouds, housing millions of underpaid workers. With all the businesses and facilities needed to support them. It would be a place 4 people could lose themselves amongst the masses. But right now you are all safe and have a moment to talk freely...

"Noroway ta frack just happened? did someone order white shells and blaster siz with their side of credits on this deal?! kash are we going ota get ta ship back? enenah would they take it. Anyone know hoe these law guys work?and not ota mention zenna ta dead and fratta filthy little jawa. Brannexx, jett noroway are we going ota do?"

Says the ewok frustrastedly throwing his hands into the air after the loss of 2 crew members stomping around the tank before turning to Brannexx and Jett.
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Sitting in the Droid slot of the gravsled,  X2 scans comm traffic for any indication they have been found, while using his sensors to listen and watch for signs of trouble.
21:35, Today: X2-D9 rolled 15 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}6(+6+2),1.  Computer Programing/Repair-Communications.

21:34, Today: X2-D9 rolled 2 using 1 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2.  Perception.  He is so lacking in Perception....

Water drips from above somewhere...
[Private to X2-D9: You pick up a a few scattered fragments things like. “Keep searching” and “expand the search radius!” ]

"I knew I had a bad feeling about this," Jett said, sighing.

She was glad to have a roof (however temporary) over her head — and to still have a head (however worried or wary) to shake. By now, she was accustomed to harrowing escapes, but that didn't make them any easier. As the droplets of water hit the floor, Jett nodded ruefully. "See that, even this storage shed's shedding a tear — or pouring one out for Zenna, and for Hex."

Jett drew her blaster and saluted the skies (such as they were) with it. "Rest in Power, guys."

Then she started pacing the close-quarters of the tank, twirling her blaster and furrowing her brow, as she did.

"And don't you worry your furry little face, JJ, I'll think of something. We will all be A-OK before you even realize it," she said confidently, knowing full well she was lying... maybe.

“If we knew enenah they were taking ta hardluck we could get it back. Meechoo am sure Meechoo could fly it Meechoo watched zenna heaps. Or danthee we could find e pilot on this shit hole. “

Says the Ewok looking at the others.

The viewscreen of the data panel before the Droid lights up.  Words begin to scroll across it.
It seems they are expanding the search.  If we are to stay hidden here, we are going to have to remain quiet, and power down vehicles, weapons, droids.....

as night approaches X2 you catch a garbled com chatter upon the wind,

[Private to X2-D9: *shkkkrtz* night com *bzztngrrzchrt* mutant *sherftkssssssskt* restart searc *kkkssshhhhvvvzzxct* morning *zzzzshhhhhhhccckt*]

As he sits in the pilot's socket of the gravsled, the ancient astromech plays the most recent series of comms chatter throughhis speakers.
*shkkkrtz* night com *bzztngrrzchrt* mutant *sherftkssssssskt* restart searc *kkkssshhhhvvvzzxct* morning *zzzzshhhhhhhccckt*

" I think we might have to force our way onto a ship and hijack it, to get off this sand ball." Offered Brannexx,as he clean his blaster for the umpteenth time.

Noroway did kush just warble X2? noroway do kush mean mutants? do we need ota ta leaving X2?
Says JubJub while he gestures at the droid with his “stormtrooper 1” blaster rifle.

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Fixed by gm
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Jett shook her head and almost laughed, were their circumstances not so dire at the moment. She nodded at both the warbling astromech.

"Yeah, we're getting hot under the collar here. I don't know how long we'll be able to stay cooped up. Easy for you droids to power down, but humans have to eat, sleep, and..." Jett gave her pistol a last spin before holstering it, "And dole out a little payback for our fallen friends back there."

She turned to the little Ewok, "JJ, you sure you're okay with that E-11?" then to Brannexx, "And Bran might have a point. We can try to break the Hard Luck out of lockdown — it was home after all, but who's gonna fly it, kid?" she pointed to the Ewok, "You?"

"We need to figure a way offworld, even if it's not in our old hot-rod. X2 might be able to help us find a way out. Track down a ship. If not the Hard Luck, maybe another one we can... uh, liberate more easily maybe?"
 

Realizing that his intent of letting them.hear the transmission is misunderstood, X2-D9 Powers up the gravsled and begins to slowly inch towards the entrance of the storage unit.

It wasn't until X2 started to creep close to the exit that the words Jett had heard only absent-mindedly finally registered.

"Whoa-whoa, wait. Mutant-what-now? They restarting the search for who in the morning? Us? Can you descramble that, X2?"

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OOC: Hope this doesn't come off as meta-gaming, with X2's post above.

At least such things do happen in RL, where you hear person X say something and then it doesn't quite register until either moments later, or even much later on.

A manipulator extends from within the Droid, holding up the stolen Imperial commlink.  Chosing not to transmit the translation of his binary over their comms, the viewscreen of the sled lights up.
Our hiding place is disrupting the signals.  However, since they have called off the search, now would be the best time to go.  At least, as far as I can tell without further information on these "mutants" that have been mentioned.  And, perhaps, if we get the chance, we might see about finding me piloting programming, and a vocabulator and a tranalang module to increase my usefulness.

From somewhere out amongst the ruins you all hear a,

“Grrruuummpp whaaarrk murhur hur!”
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Spurred by the sudden sound, and reacting out of a by-now-long-instilled reflex of shooting targets while blindfolded during her days as sharpshooter for Preigo's Traveling World of Wonder, Jett immediately draws her blaster and fires at the source of the noise. Without turning her head, the tension of their recent harrowing escape has caused her to fire first and ask questions later.

It's only after Jett has squeezed off a blaster bolt that she has a moment to hope her intended target wasn't a fellow fugitive seeking shelter. Judging from the inhuman murmur however, Jett's betting on one of that transmission's "mutants" finally showing its "face."

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13:13, Today: Jett rolled 21 using 6 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,5,3,6,1,{Wild}4.
Blaster: Trick-Shot, -1D multi-action (draw).

The blaster bolt blows though a rusted hole in the outer shell a flash of light streaking into the darkening light outside. The unmistakable pew of laser fire reverberates around the decrepit tank sounding like a giant bell being tolled. This sets off a howl from somewhere amongst the mangled ruins of the contaminated rundown factories that surround you.

“AAAARRROOOOOWWWAAARGGG HUHHUH GRRAAAH!”

The astromech avoids the usual audible expression of alarm usually given by his kind.  Instead, the screen of the gravsled expresses it visually.
Are you trying to get us captured!?  Blaster fire almost always attract the attention of the ISB or Stormtroopers!!  And, now, that thing, whatever it is, is definitely aware of us!!

  The blaster bolt got Brannexx’s attention. “ Great maker, Jett… If you must fire, see the target first, next time.” Said the Man in a slightly annoyed tone of voice.

 He had his own blaster pistol in  hand now.” We  might have company real soon.”

”Yikes,” Jett said to herself. She could’ve sworn the gurgling growl was coming from inside the storage tank — there inside with them! But that couldn’t be....

Was it a hallucination then? Maybe.

”I don’t know what got into me, guys. Could’ve sworn that thing was suddenly in here with us. Maybe I’m feeling more on edge than I thought.”

”But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to ya — and we won’t get caught.” Jett wanted to add “Trust me”... but said nothing else for the moment.

Instead, she pushed open the gate of the storage container *just* enough to peer out. If the coast was clear, she’d just walk out... casually.

”You heard X2. I might’ve riled up the local monsters, but there won’t be another patrol for a while yet. Now’s still the best time.”

“Sounds like e gularqu of endor kush did want ota ta zehg when they were about.”
Says Jubjub probably not adding to situation.

Jett walks out casually into the gloom. As she stands there looking about the fallen rubble she hears a,

"Garrimpdaaaaaahuuugarrrr.."

like a low rumble from her left then to her right and ahead she sees a giant shark fin moving along behind some rubble..

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Que jaws music
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X2 brings the gravsled right up to the doorway, adjusting his optics for infrared so they have no need for the running lights or glowrods.
Everyone keep your weapons ready in case of trouble, scrolls across the viewscreen.

In reply to X2-D9 (msg # 25):

[Private to X2-D9: Your optics pick up 3 creatures moving in the rubble

]

More worried than ever about the creatures out there as any Ewok knows the dangers of being on the ground at night even in a steel jungle. Jubjub moves to a hole in the tank peering out into the gloom looking for anything.

In reply to Jubjub (msg # 27):

Peering into the gloom Jubjub you see a shark fin moving behind some drums it seems to be circling your way.

Jubjub is back to the gravsled in a jiffy jumping aboard he says to the others,

"Oh bugger us there are sharks zehg there. Veek X2 get this yit warmed up we going ota need ota book it sut."

He makes sure the safty is off his blaster ready to cut loose, not that he is sure how to use the gun but he has a good idea from the lessons Jett gave him.
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OOC: I have Jubjub with X2 on gravsled Jett at the opening leading outside and Brannexx off to one side I will do up a map tonight please include movements when you post.

Jett, As you stare into the gloom you can no longer miss the huge creatures out there making their way toward the damaged tank and the source of the blaster fire. Giant mutant creatures 15 feet long with jaws like serrated blades and black talens that would tare through flesh and bone like paper. You see 2 of them slinking out from behind the rubble sniffing the air and tasting your scent with their blue tongues that flick in and out of their maws.
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[Secret to Zachary Cockburn: Across the open ground, in the gap created by a rent in the side of the damaged tank stands a tall woman looking out. She sees the 2 Adar that are slinking closer to the tank and their prey. The third Adar next to you a mere 8 feet away past the screen of old oil drums does behind to move follow its pack towards their evening meal.
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There wasn’t anything that Jett thought she couldn’t handle. What a DL-18 could handle, however, was another story.

Pitting a pistol against something the size of *that*? Going head-to-head was a no-win scenario — so instead, she looked for a solution that was more... roundabout.

They were surrounded by ruins, right? Overhanging detritus and other objects in as much disrepair as the storage tank in which they’d sought shelter. Other objects, hopefully *heavy* or flammable, that were hanging on by a thread but big enough to slow those things down?

“Hey X2, I found our mutant monster— and his friend, fangs and all. So I hope *you* found the right controls to that gravsled! We gotta move, and sooner rather than later — as in now, because later means dead!”
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As everyone draws weapons and boards the sled, X2 brings up his infrared visuals of area to the viewscreen.  While the yellow and orange images of the creatures indicate that they already know the bunch of them is there.  No use in subtlty now.  A series of rushed-sounding beeps, chirps, warbles and whistles escape his speakers.
The gravsled them begins to move towards the exit with more of a purpose, hitting the entry door hard so it slam against the side of the container with enough force to hopefully startle the shark-like creatures.
[Private to EP01: I have visuals on all THREE creatures, captain.  As for going, I have been moving slowly, you slow and fragile bags-of-mostly-water.  I was waiting for you, you living refresher lid cover.  Now let us get your fleshy backsides in the sled so we can get out of here.. I'm not sure how well anyone understands Binary/Droidspeak.]

[Private to Jubjub: I have visuals on all THREE creatures, captain.  As for going, I have been moving slowly, you slow and fragile bags-of-mostly-water.  I was waiting for you, you living refresher lid cover.  Now let us get your fleshy backsides in the sled so we can get out of here.]
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Hells no! Jubjub ain't going toe to toe with them there beasties. He remembers Brannexx saying the mighty light boom stick was fer big things and it was packed on the floatie sled. He wanted to see the E-web in action. Yeah he is definitely down for that chicken.

The Ewok unpacks the beast of a blaster (the E-web) and mounts it on the pintle mount as he thinks he had seen Brannexx and X2 doing when they had fitted the mount to the grav-sled. He plugs the massive blaster in where he hopes it should go (I am sure X2 will correct him if he is getting it wrong.) guessing really about what he is doing when the droid beeps and blurps. In response he says,

“Meechoo on sled already Entzahee roda pot. Move move move!!!“
[Private to X2-D9: I on sled already cook pot. Move move move!!! ]

Then he hits X2 on his top panel, a few times, before turning his attention back to the e-web. He looks at it, just standing there like a dolt..
*What the frag am I doing?!* he thinks *I don't fracking know how to shoot this thing, aw hells I don’t even know if I hooked it up right?!*

"Uuhh guys noroway ta frack do Meechoo do sta?!"

He shouts to the others, from where he stands on the grav-sled his hands held wide not having a clue what he’s doing or what to do next. I guess he knows the trigger but This would be the extent of his knowledge on the weapon.. Is the safety on?

OOC: Spends his round of actions mounting the E-web for someone else to use.
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Jett started shooting. Though there was nothing above the closest mutant that might cause an avalanche, she did spy a large fuel canister behind the creature creeping in from her right. Hopefully a well-placed blaster bolt would do the trick and ignite whatever was left in the tank — anything that might slow these mutants down and give her comrades a chance to escape!

Then she jumped back on the hoversled. Once on it, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Ewok fumbling with a repeater.

Instinctively, Jett will duck down, hoping to avoid friendly fire. If the E-Web is set up in time — and if Bran doesn't take first crack at the big gun, Jett will then try her hand at it. Whatever it takes to get them out of there in one piece!

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OOC: Jett fires in the direction of the farther creature, to her right, but AT the fuel canister instead.
Then she uses her free 1/2 Move action to get back onto the gravsled.

20:41, Today: Jett rolled 28 using 7 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,{Wild}5,4,1,5,6,4.  Blaster: Trick-Shot.

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The eruption of the cylinder creates a ball of fire 10m across, engulfing the creature in flames and blowing a big chunk out of its side. The beast is burning screeching and flaying around wildly.

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Brannexx and Zachary your actions.

Zack spends this round aiming carefully at the monster nearby from behind the cover of the barrels.  In case we’re using hit location rules, he’s aiming for its head.

Brannexx hung onto the sled with one hand and acted as assistant  gunner on the heavy weapon. Making sure enough power was provided, etc.

Zachary takes careful aim and Brannexx holds onto the sled and checks over the gun and notices the Ewok plugged the eweb into a drinks holder. Brannexx you plug it into the correct port and you hear the gun power up and the lights on it come alive indicting it is ready.
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Burning the Adar caught in the explosion of the gas cylinder thrashes wildly on fire. The Adar near Zachary flinches back from the flames moving off to the right away from its burning companion and toward you (10m). The last and closest of the Adar makes a mighty leap to land on the front of the grav sled it’s jaws like a crushing vice. They tare into the front of the sled rending the panel work, the front left headlights glass shatters outwards as the light is destroyed. The creatures mindless attack is viscous and if unchecked will surely incapacitate the sled.

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Jubjub
Jett
Zachary and Brannexx
Mutant oversized Adar
X2-D9
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X2 processes the situation quickly.  Revving the repulsorlift, he attempts to smash the creature hanging on the front into the nearest large, heavy object.  Hopefully without disabling the vehicle.
00:42, Today: X2-D9 rolled 14 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,{Wild}3,2,4.  Repulsorlift Ops.

In reply to X2-D9 (msg # 41):

Igniting the engine’s X2 rotates the gravsled crushing the mutant Adar against the wall. Purple blood spurts from the creature as the rusted edge of the old tank is forced through sinew and bone severing the front foreleg at the shoulder. Leaving it hanging on the rusted iron shrieking and flapping around incapacitated.

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Jubjub your turn
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Not really knowing how to use the e-web Jubjub pulls the blaster rifle from his shoulder, at least Jett gave him a lesson or 2 with this weapon. He puts a bolt point blank into the incapacitated mutant Adar that is mewing and hanging off the rusted iron, leaving the bigger weapon to Jett, who seems to have more experience with these things.

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08:06, Today: Jubjub rolled 21 using 4 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,4,{Wild}3,6.  Shooting incapacitated adar.
08:08, Today: Jubjub rolled 23 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}6(+4),2,6,2,3.  Blaster damage.
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The laser bolt burns through the beasts head silencing it forever leaving it as a lifeless hunk of carcass hanging like a trophy on the wall.

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You didn't really need to do that Jubjub but ok the creature is dead dead.
Jubjub
Jett
Zachary and Brannexx
Mutant oversized Adar
X2-D9

There are 2 adar left one on fire and one further back but moving in.
Map updated

Jett your action
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Seeing firsthand evidence of just how well the Ewoks had earned their "Murder Bear" nickname,
Jett whistled at JJ's apparent thirst for blood — as she jumped at the heavy repeater's controls,
swiveling the E-web back around to take out the closer creature on her right!

"Get down, Jub! X2 get us out of here!"

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19:18, Today: Jett rolled 27 using 6 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,{Wild}6(+3),3,1,6,3.  Blaster vs. Closer Mutant Adar!

19:20, Today: Jett rolled 28 using 8 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,4,2,6,2,{Wild}2,2,6.  E-web Blaster Damage!

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Unleashing the destructive power of the e-web, Jett shreds the burning mutant adar ending it's staggering movement across the clear area before the tank. She clears the way for X2 to exit your hiding place with only one of the creatures a threat.

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Jubjub
Jett
Zachary and Brannexx
Mutant oversized Adar
X2-D9

Zachary and Brannexx your actions
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Zack knows it’s risky, but he fires on the mammoth creature to the north which is blocking a possible path to freedom for him.  He hopes that by joining the combat, he will earn the good will of these others.  And it doesn’t work out, he at least hopes to give this beast a severe case of indigestion...

13:48, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 8 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2,2,3,1.  Damage.
13:47, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 11 (18 excluding the wild die) using 6 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,1,5,2,{Wild}1,6.  To hit with blaster.
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The creature notices your movement at the final moment moving its head your blaster bolt flying wide. X2-D9, Brannexx, Jett and Jubjub you all see the flash of blaster fire aimed at the last Adar. It misses but distracts the creature causing it to turn on this new antagonist and you all see this gigantic mutant beast turning ready to eat what seems to be another man hiding behind some barrels.

Across the vid screen, Perhaps we should give him a ride since he is in the same situation we are.  Might even be a reward.  Or not.
But, the droid is fairly certain no one is paying attention.  So, he decides to interpose the gravsled between the person and the creature.  The others will figure out what to do, then.
23:03, Today: X2-D9 rolled 15 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system ((6,2,2,{Wild}5)).

The Gravsled's engines flare and it moves out of the tank swooping across the open space past the now burning corpse of the second Adar coming to rest between the final Adar and this new comer.
The adar reels back snarling at the arrival of this difficult prey it hisses and claws tentatively at the sled.
Zachary the gravsled powers over to you and an Astromech beeps at you as the speeder slows before you.

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Jubjub
Jett
Zachary and Brannexx
Mutant oversized Adar
X2-D9

End Round Jubjub your action again.

Jubjub unleashes with, more blaster fire at the last adar while screaming an ewokian battle cry

"IIIJJAAAaaaa!!"

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20:01, Today: Jubjub rolled 20 using 4 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,4,{Wild}5,6.  blaster fire at last Adar.
20:02, Today: Jubjub rolled 16 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}5,1,3,6,1.  Blaster damage.

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Though Jubs shot was accurate it hits one of the most armoured parts of the adar doing no damage.

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20:53, Today: EP01, for the NPC Adar, rolled 21 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,5,2,5,{Wild}5.  adar strength vs jubjub's blaster.

Jubjub
Jett
Zachary and Brannexx
Mutant oversized Adar
X2-D9

Jetts action

Jett nearly blasted the avian that X3 had steered the grav-sled toward. But because the being appeared to be in the same boat as they were figuratively, she figured they might as well help him get into the same boat literally too.

"Bran, help get that — uh, bird onboard! JJ and I'll finish off that last monster!"

With that, Jett fired another round from the E-web at the last mutant creature.

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10:50, Today: Jett rolled 26 using 8 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,2,3,2,4,{Wild}4,2,5.  E-Web damage vs. last Adar!

10:50, Today: Jett rolled 23 using 6 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,1,4,6,3,{Wild}5. Blaster at last Adar!

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(Will cooperate with all efforts to bring me aboard.  Sorry if this is out of turn, but I just wanted to mention that!)

The creature twists and turns trying to dodge the Eweb fire and manages to take the hit on a more heavily armored part of it's body. The blast fire from the Eweb doing little more than stunning the beast.

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Full reaction dodge so no action from the adar this round.
04:37, Today: EP01, for the NPC Adar dodge, rolled 10 using 3 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,4,{Wild}3.
04:38, Today: EP01, for the NPC Adar, rolled 24 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,6,{Wild}5,5,6.  Strength vs damage.

Brannexx and Zachary your actions please.

Zack fires another blast at the huge beast, hoping that doing so will draw some (he hopes friendly) attention from the others.

16:25, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 19 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,{Wild}2,6,5.  Damage.
16:25, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 24 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,5,{Wild}6(+4),1,6.  Shoot blaster.
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X2 what is your action too please

Artie attempts to park the gravsled close enough to the lone figure firing at the creature that he can hop aboard should he choose.  He may not know who the guy is,neither do his companions, but it would sit wrong with the astromech to leave the poor fellow to the tender mercies of any more of these creatures that may be roaming around.
04:14, Today: X2-D9 rolled 7 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system (({Wild}2,1,1,3)).

The Mutant Adar dodges left and right, it’s armour protecting it from anything more than a stunning blow.

OOC: admittedly read the combat process and confused it with a different system... so as you we enter a new round Jubjub rolls initiative, for your side.

20:26, Today: EP01, for the NPC Adar, rolled 0 (4 excluding the wild die) using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system (({Wild}1,3)).

I believe you will get to chose again..

As X2 brings the sled skidding to a halt near the Avian, Jett shouts, "Come with us if you want to live... well, live a little longer anyway!"

Then she fires twice at their mutant attacker, hoping to finally put it down for good, so that they could all make good their getaway!

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22:28, Today: Secret Roll: Jett rolled 30 using 8 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,5,1,4,{Wild}4,3,6,5.  E-web blaster damage - Shot 2.

22:28, Today: Secret Roll: Jett rolled 13 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2,2,2,5,2.  Blaster 6D, -1D multi-action - Shot 2.

22:28, Today: Secret Roll: Jett rolled 25 using 8 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,6,1,{Wild}3,2,1,1,5.  E-web blaster damage!

22:28, Today: Secret Roll: Jett rolled 14 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,2,{Wild}2,2,4.  Blaster 6D, -1D multi-action.

Jubjub reaches for the new comer helping him onto the gravsleds cargotray..
OOC do I need to roll for that?

The gravsled hovers near the bird like man as the small teddy bear reaches out for him from the cargo tray and the woman standing behind a mounted Eweb cannon continues to blast at the beast..

OOC no thats fine Jubjub.

Zachary, Brannexx, and X2 what are you all doing??

Zack grateful leaps onto the gravesled.  "I hope you aren't with the Empire!  If you're not, you're okay in my nest."

In reply to Zachary Cockburn (msg # 63):


 Brannexx continued to at as assistant gunner on the E- WEB.

Artie attempts to begin moving towards the exit, but, because of the damage done by the first hungry mutant creature, there is sputtering and sparking before it begins to move a bit sluggishly.
03:52, Today: X2-D9 rolled 11 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 1,3,{Wild}4,3.  Repulsorlift operatons.
03:50, Today: X2-D9 rolled 5 using 1 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}5.  Perception for initiative.

The Adar leaps toward the Gravsled as X2 struggles to control the sparking vehicle Jubjub pulls the bird faced newcomer aboard as Jett unloads into the Adar blasting it bacwards in mid air as it leaped for the buffet cart.

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Adar is dead. Choice es you can travel by night back to the closest inhabitable reagion risking further attacks by mutants or you can travel 15mins to the birdmans bunker if he tells you about it.

Zack expresses his heartfelt gratitude, assures them that he hates the Empire and boasts of his piloting skills.  Obviously, he’s feeling them out because he wants a ride off of this rock.

The viewscreen lights up again.  The gravsled has sustained damage that may make it difficult to make it out of here before encountering any more of those... things.

Jett exhaled a heavy sigh of relief that was long in coming. She'd been holding her breath without realizing it. She nodded at the Avian newcomer, "I'm Jett, and if you're not just blowing smoke about being some kind of hotshot pilot, this may turn out to be a lucky day for everyone. We need to get off this burg too, that much is true, but our ship ain't exactly our ship anymore — at least not right now. And sadly, our pilot isn't exactly alive anymore either — may she rest in power."

"But hey! Strength in numbers, right? I can bullseye anything blind-folded and uh, these other guys are OK too — I GUESS."

Jett cracked a smile, as she pointed to each of her comrades in turn, "Little Murderbear over there's JubJub. Strong silent type's Brannex — there might be two X's or even three, I dunno. A little 'exxtreme,' if you ask me," Jett said, the strands of optimism starting to take shape in her voice.

She nodded at the sled's control panel, and to the astromech, "X2 says this boat may not hold together long enough to endure another attack from those things, so our best bet's probably getting to civilization, see if we can rustle up a ship for you to fly. So! What I'm saying is we're open to ideas."

"Meechoo am Jubjub mighty Shetai of ta shinto Nah-chin one day jedi Meechoo will ta."

Says the proud murder bear thumping his chest as way of an introduction.

"Thek ta not safe do kush know enenah we can repair ta float mantaray? we must get zehg of sky area dangers zeeg ta dark."

he continues

Then he tries what little avian he has learnt

"Bittach hut noo caw caw tweet varch"
[Secret to Zachary Cockburn: "Where is your nest? It would be safer to rest the night."]

Says Jubjub

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21:28, Today: Jubjub rolled 18 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,{Wild}6(+1),2,4.  avian language.
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They need a pilot.  What luck!

Zachary takes an instant liking to this crew, especially the murder bear.  He tries to hide the excitement he feels about getting a chance to fly a real ship for a change, not doing grunt work for the Empire.  He knows every silver lining has a cloud.. but this seemed to be just the opportunity he needed.

He tells them all about his bunker, and assures them that if they can produce a ship, he’ll be delighted to fly.  It’s what his species was born to do, after all.

With directions from this new bird man you soon find your selves entering an old plasteel manufacturing plant where Zachary has made his home in an old decommissioned blast furnace once the door is closed you are all quite safe for the night. A little scavenging in the morning finds you enough plates to repair the Gravsled to a serviceable condition and as you wait for the sun to rise you all have plenty of time to plan your next move.

The astromech, after spending a few hours powered down in the pilot slot of the gravsled, stars working on repair the damaged systems.  Once completed, he begins working on repairing the body damage.  After a short whole, he considers the possibility of beefing up the body for better survivabity.


00:29, Today: X2-D9 rolled 10 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,2,{Wild}4,1.  Beef up the body-Repulsorlift Repair.

00:29, Today: X2-D9 rolled 14 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,{Wild}2,4,3.  Repair body-Repulsorlift Repair.

00:25, Today: X2-D9 rolled 21 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system ((6,{Wild}5,5,5)).  Repair Repulsor-lift systems

Although repairing gravesleds isn't his specialty, Zack helps in any way he can.

With everyone helping the Gravsled is soon repaired now to plan the retrieval of your ship.

Jett had kept her hand hovering near her holster for much of the short trip to the avian's makeshift quarters. But once they reached the old blast furnace he called his temporary home, she saw that they were truly on the same side. The side that wanted to get the Hell offworld before things got any worse.

As she was not much of a mechanic, Jett kept watch most of the night, while pitching in with a helping hand on the repairs whenever she could. Morning might be upon them soon.

"Ever flown a YT-2400?" she asked the avian. "The way Zetanna told it, that thing was really some kind of hot-rod. Hope you can handle it."

Then she turned to the astromech, "X2, can you access any intel as how well our ship might be locked down? Anything that might tell us the best approach."

She inclined her head toward the E-web, "Other than rushing in guns blazing of course — which personally, I don't have a problem with. Just that I'd rather we not lose anyone else."

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OOC: Would a Streetwise roll be relevant here maybe?

16:55, Today: Jett rolled 10 using 3 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 1,{Wild}4,5.  Streetwise.

“Oh, don’t worry.  You could hog-tie my feet, hands and wings together and I could still fly a YT-2400 better than most pilots.  My repair skills aren’t as good as my piloting, but I can still patch her up for you.  Just get me to the ship and we’re set.  And I’ve got nothing better to do, if you want me to stick around.  You can make up your minds about that later, after we get off this slimy rock.”

"Kash will we find ta find ta sky dragon ta white shells took it and  Meechoo don't know enenah. Meechoo don't think Meechoo could follow chaa.Does anyone know enenah they have taken ta Hard-Luck? "

Says Jubjub once you have all finished playing with the gravsled and are finally eating dinner.

Having moved back to his driver's slot on the gravsled, X2-D9 rotates his dome to take in all of the others around him.
Instead of the usual electronic sounds of typical droidspeak, or binary, an electronic voice can be heard.
So, is the avianoid now a part of our crew?  Our new pilot?  If we can get our ship back.  Because I am sorry to say, but slicing is not a part of my repetoir.
When the captain found me, I was severly damaged, physically, and in my memory.
 The captain had me reprogrammed for what he felt I was needed.  I am the driver.

Jett smiled, "Well, I'll leave the hog-tying to JubJub for the next pilot we catch. So... uh, welcome aboard, I guess! And it's all good, X2, driver and a new pilot might be all we need, as long as we last long enough to get back to civilization while we still have cover of darkness, we can figure out where they've impounded the ship — AND get it outta there, when we get there." (She hoped.)

With the gravsled patched up, an E-web at their disposal, *and* what appeared to be a straightforward, if not dangerous, path to the next, nearest inhabitable region, they could regroup there — and *hopefully* get access a databank or console that might shed more light on where the YT-2400 was locked down....

Even though their situation is still somewhat grim, Zack can barely hide his excitement at the opportunity to sit in the pilot’s chair.  He’s so glad he decided to betray the Empire!

"Um.. Noroway about jabba? won't he want ota ta paid? Enenah will we get ta money sta?"
Says Jubjub, worried about paying back Jabba the Hut

With the new "crew" in agreement, Jett poked at X2 to get the gravsled under way, and responded to their new avian aviator's enthusiam with a thumbs up.

Once they were in transit, she reassured JubJub, "Don't worry, big guy, that Hutt'll get what's comin' to him."

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As Artie gets the gravsled moving in the direction they want to go, he gives an aside of his own.  If we are lucky, that sith-spawned pile of slug fodder will, ironically, be strangled to death by one of his slave girls using the chain with which he keeps her captive.

"A Hutt, strangled by one of his own slave girls?  An unlikely scenario."

But stranger things have happened, he adds silently.

The next morning the group travels out from the "bunker". All piled on the gravsled, you make the exhausting trip back to civilization. Coming out of the contaminated old factory areas you find the fringes of civilization dirty and broken. The people look ill and factories run with little concern for their workers. It takes 5 hours of travel before you reach a hub of business sufficient for your needs. Finding a workers bar with an access port to the holo net you finally stop. Entering the bar is like walking into the haven of a soul sucking deamon. The workers come here to drown their destroyed dreams in booze or sims depending on their whim. The barkeeper a fat human looks up where he is cleaning a glass with a surprisingly clean rag and says
"What U want?"
in a surly tone only reserved for new comers.

Jubjub pulls up a stool then climbs on to it to reach the bar, his vibroblade clearly visible and the stormtrooper carbine hanging across his back, he looks as tough and intimidating as a cute fury bear can and says,

"Meechoo want putchi-putchi juice. Kush have putchi-putchi juice?"

He says thumping his chest then pointing at the barkeep.

The bar tender a master of his craft mixes a strange orange concoction handing it to the Ewok, as he does so he leans over the bar saying,

"You might want to hide the carbine or hand it over. I don't need no trouble with the CSF here. I'll give it back when you leave. That goes the same for the rest of you too."

He says nodding to any of you who are openly carrying illegal weapons.

Rather than turn over his blaster, Zack sticks it down his pants and then orders blue milk on the rocks.  With just a pinch of Kessel spice if they have it.
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Jett shook her head slightly as they entered the worker's cantina, "Just my kind of place," she said, with both irony and empathy in her voice. Poor bastards. The work conditions they'd passed along the way seemed dire indeed.

At the bartender's greeting, Jett drew then twirled her blaster — before tucking it into the back of her waistband, beneath her leather jacket and out of sight. "What blaster?" she said.

"And you have Savareen Brandy? If not, just caf."

Then, upon spotting the holo-terminal, she tilted her head toward it, "Hey, X-2, maybe gimme a hand over here, help me find our bird?"

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OOC: What would I/we need to roll to access docking records / last known transponder code locations, etc?

If we find anything via HoloNet, will then pester the bartender about what to expect.

And Jett checks the joint out for anyone/anything that seems suspicious.

"Noroway ta fuck Meechoo should ruha kush zeeg ta yungyet hippee. Meechoo better get fratta back or Meechoo will rip zehg kush eyeballs and piss zeeg kush dead skull."

The ewok exclaims throwing his hands up looking very perturbed, he still hands his stormtrooper carbine to the barkeep with reluctance before drinking his drink.

The barman ataken back by the viscousness of the Ewok carefully takes the carbine putting it under the counter saying,

“Chill little bear it will be right here under the counter you can have it back when you leave.”

As he makes Zachary’s milk he turns to Jett, Brannexx and the others and says,

“Viscous little guy you gots there. What are you having ya drink?”

The yoke from your mother's prematurely hatched egg, he thinks, but does not say.  He'll never know where I got this smirk.

In reply to Jett (msg # 90):

You find a holo net access point beside the doors to the toilets which smell like they haven't been cleaned recently. And try to find some information on your ship.

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Roll technical please

Jett grimaced through the stench, "Ugh."

The console was probably just as filthy. Once they got the YT-2400 back, a sonic shower was in order for sure.

The keyboard keys were responsive-ish, but Jett wasn't sure she quite found what they were looking for.

"X-2, get that scomp-link fired up, in case this old machine likes you better than it likes me."

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16:06, Today: Jett rolled 7 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,{Wild}4.  Technical.

Maybe X-2 and I cooperate on the roll somehow?

Following Jett to the holonet access point, he jacks into the system with his s-comp link so that he may assist her in finding the ship.

Yeah, that was a waste to 2 CP....
19:04, Today: X2-D9 rolled 0 (7 excluding the wild die) using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}1,6.  Add two CP. - 0
19:03, Today: X2-D9 rolled 5 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,{Wild}3.  Computer Programming and Repair.

Zack tells the bartender he’s willing to clean his toilet for him for free, if he has the janitorial supplies on hand.

"Oof, well, that got us nowhere fast," Jett said, giving X-2 a pat on the dome that was the equivalent of a "we'll get 'em next time" fake-punch on the chin.

Then she slid over to the bar, "Heyyyy. SO! I guess I'll take that caf after all, if you've got it. Annnd speakin' of what else you've got: we ran into a little... well, issue — minor issue, no big deal at all — a ways back. Lost something that belongs to us is all. Any idea where we might find spaceport security?"

She smiled semi-sarcastically, but hopefully charmingly — and convincingly — enough,
at the barkeep, "You know, in case Lil' Bear over here needs to file a report?"

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12:18, Today: Jett rolled 19 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,3,5,{Wild}5. Persuasion vs. Bartender!

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The bar keep looks at you then looks sideways at the bear before saying,

"If you're looking for the local CSF offices you will find them 10 blocks west. If you're looking to make a more confidential report try Lui's Bar in the Caltoran district."

 Brannexx sat at the bar, after he has scanned the place and patrons. He looked at the bartender. " Gemme a Hutt Brewsky. It's the best beer in known space, according to Jabba." Eye roll.

 Brannexx contended himself to watch his companions, to make sure they where not jumped.

Sack notes Brannexx’s alertness with approval.  He also tries not to take it personally that the bartender is ignoring his limited time offer.

In reply to Zachary Cockburn (msg # 97):

"What tha?! Well sure sonny, I have a pile of never been used products in that cupboard there. Your funeral though."

Says the Barkeep to Zachary

With great delight, Zack springs to the cupboard and opens it, ready to leap out of the way if something nasty pops out.

19:37, Today: Brannexx Dragenn rolled 10 using 3 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,3,{Wild}2. Law Enforcement.

"Thank-you-thank-you," Jett says smiling, the fast repetition coming out as one word.

She then fires a finger gun at the bartender, while making an appreciative clicking sound with her mouth. "And I think we'll go with confidential. Discreet even. Lil' Bear owes ya one."

The cleaning cupboard is pristine accept for a thin layer dust that coats all the products within. all new and still in their plastic wrappings. Grabbing what you need you go to war and enter the toilet.

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Zachary roll strength dc 14 you vs the toilet
[Private to Brannexx Dragenn: You recall that there will be an impound yard, usally near the spaceport and ship dealers. They are usually low security with 6 guards but ships get booted and with out an access card, or an expert thief to remove it you could have difficulties.it ]

14:03, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 15 using 4 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,3,{Wild}2,4.  Dex vs toilet.

As the rest of the group has a few drinks Zachary does battle with the toilet emerging victorious but not without cost. [Private to Zachary Cockburn: you will now smell real bad until you can properly shower, But you get some free drinks out of it.]

After a couple of drinks you move on heading to the police bar, looking for more information. the grav sled soon gets you all to the district and asking around you locate the bar. Parking down the street you can see the entrance to the establishment. Outside the bar are 2 CSF speeders and 3 CFS speeder bikes. Often you see men and women entering and exiting the premise all of them have a similar quality. A quality that says law enforcement.

[Private to Brannexx Dragenn: Though you haven't been to this part of the planet you know what you need to find you will need to find the location of the impound yard this isn't a secret and any criminal or officer will know secondly you will need to get access to the site office at the yard where keys and codes would be stored to remove any disabling devices on the ship. this will require some scouting of the impound yard.]

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What now?

Zack quietly asks if visiting a police bar is really a prudent idea at this juncture.
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"We could just "question" e drunk officer when he or she leaves ta bar. Meechoo am not oh sure fratta they would welcome me zeeg there."

Says Jubjub pointing out an officer that had just come staggering out of the bar.
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Jett nudged the avian with her elbow playfully, "Prudence and propriety aren't really our style, Bird-man. Kind of how we got mixed up in this in the first place."

She briefly ponders trying to snatch one of the CSF speeders before dismissing it outright. Too many eyes on them as it is. Maybe the Ewok had a good idea after all — though roughing up one of these uniformed Gamos wasn't quite what she had in mind either.

"You're getting too good with your Basic, JJ. I can see practically *see* those air-quotes around 'question' — but that'll get us a blaster burn in the back real quick. I figure we can... sweet-talk 'em? Then, if we can't get 'em to find that ship willingly, maybe them we have it your way?"

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OOC: Jett looks for the most pliable (and/or inebriated) looking officer leaving the cop-bar.

If she spots him/her, she rolls up and pulls a damsel-in-distress, playing up any bumps and bruises she might have with a "somebody stole our ship!" act!

14:45, Today: Jett rolled 21 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,{Wild}2,6,6,5.  Con if suitable target found!

I have a bad feeling about this, the electronic voice of the astromech can barely be heard to say as the group heads towards the bar.

As Jett goes to work, Zack keeps an eye out for any potential unwanted surprises.

In reply to Jett (msg # 111):

OOC: it is not hard to spot a suitable target Jett please post how you’re approaching this officer and what you say ( that’s a success by the way just need exactly what you ask for)

"Officer, officer!" Jett said, selecting as her target, the best balance of lucid and loosey-goosey that she saw stagger out of the cop-cantina.

"Thank goodness, it took ages for me and my crew to find our way here!"

She pretends to be fighting hard to keep from crying, wiping away a would-be tear and throwing a few hiccups into her breathy tale.

"Pirates! Or-or ship-jackers hopped up on Pyke spice! Anyways, scoundrels! They n-nabbed our YT-2400, must have scrambled its transponder code after they dumped me and my friends into an escape pod — and thank the Maker for that, they could've just spaced us out an airlock! But I knew the 'long arm of the law' would catch up with them eventually!"

"I've just gotta see our ship! Do you think you could help us, I know it's in impound, b-but —"

At the word impound, Jett jutted her lower lip in a pout, "— That old ship was our home!"

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“The only home she’s ever known,” Zack chirps in.

The officer a little drunk sways on his feet slightly and eyes narrows his eyes and says,

"Your shipsh ish impounded girly? Now tell Sargent Osh'Mally the truushh.. Yesh didn't pay yer docking fee's yesh, an now you want it backsh. Yesh.."

He sways like a breeze in the still night is blowing him,

"Well yesh don nea to be making some fanciful story aboutsh pirates. Ifsh that were true youse would be down atsh the precinct not here."

*Hic*

"I can't help yoush. If yer go to tha Cranowa Dishtrictsh impound yard in tha morning like everyone elsesh an pay tha impound fine an late docking fees they willsh givesh yer shipsh back. An I hopesh yer learnt yer lesshon, noe excusesh me..."

He turns away and leans against the wall *BLEEERRRRGGGAAAARRRGGGGG* throwing up what must be 3 jugs of beer. leaning on the wall you hear him mumble to himself,

"Friggan ritch kidsh shink they can getsh theresh toysh back wishout payin ursh finesh.."

*Hic*

"I ish gong ta sleepsh now.. buurrrrshh......"

And he slides down the wall into and unconscious heap...
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Zack discreetly picks his pockets.
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You search his pockets quickly finding his security badge and a plastic id case with other id's and membership cards in it and 23 imperial credits.

Jubjub waits with X2 and Brannexx at the gravsled parked a short way down the road. He says to the others as he watches the interaction,

"Ee chee wa maa they took him jad with zehg even touching him. Meechoo treek chyasee ota carry our captive for interrogation?"

Then he jogs over to Jett and Zachary grabs the downed sergeants feet and begins to try and drag him away. Though he looks more like he is trying to steal his shoes.

Jett almost laughed -- were she not already grinding her teeth into a grimace once the officer collapsed into a heap, once the bird-man started rifling through his pockets and once the murder-bear decided to try to drag the man off for a meal and/or "questioning."

Cranowa District. Impound fee. Can't be too difficult to find and/or bluff our way in.

She was glad that they'd gotten information out of him before the booze had overwhelmed him, and that he'd seen only through one level of her subterfuge. "Whoa, whoa, take is easy out in the open, guys! Let's get him out of sight so that we don't look so painfully, obviously like the criminals we are!"

Jett looked for a nearby and at least semi-concealed alley or cover, to move their drunk sergeant.

She tried to wave off Jubjub's attempt to pull off the man's boots, "I dunno how much more information we're gonna get out of him, though the uniform, credits and credentials might work if Brannexx or I fit into that outfit."

Jubjub shrugs then helps drag the officer into the ally so he can be striped. Jett is right the uniform could come in handy and if you cut the sleeves and trousers short Jubjub could work that uniform.
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The droid's dome rotated back and forth as he watches what is going on.  I have a REALLY bad feeling about this....

Zack shows the security badge to Jett and others.  Obviously, it might be very helpful when it comes to gaining access to the ship.

"Nice! Nimble fingers there, Bird-man," Jett said, pointing to the avian's score. That will *definitely* come in handy.

Jett tries to find a suitable hiding place to leave or conceal the drunken sergeant, the latter now in his CorSec-issue skivvies. She keeps her eyes peeled for other officers who might have enough of an eagle-eye to spot them.

And depending on whether or not she or Brannexx are a better fit for the uniform, Jett suggests they make their way to the Cranowa District.

After all, they could be dragging that speeder to impound too. It wasn't the perfect cover, but they just needed enough time to get through security. Then she and this crew could improvise the rest... hopefully.

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OOC: Maybe putting the cart ahead of the horse here, In case a Con roll is needed?

And would we get a bonus because of the uniform and/or security pass? If not when the time comes and things seem dicey, I'd spend a Character Point.

09:34, Today: Jett rolled 16 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 1,4,5,{Wild}4,2.  Con!

Zack helps Jett move the body, and concurs with her plan.  He's getting excited about the possibility of leaving this rock!
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Leaving the drunk sergeant under some garbage in the alley next to the bar, his bare feet sticking out from under the black plastic bags you piled upon his unconscious form. That done it is once again onto the gravsled and off to the Cranowa district. You drive into an industrial area adjacent the spaceport and it isn’t hard to find the ship impound lot. This expansive field is pounded on all sides by a 20’ high plasteel fence topped with razor wire. (Think the wall trump is building) cameras top the wall at regular intervals moving left and right under automated micro motors. Through the fence is like a ship grave yard with anything from small y-ugly fighters up to a corillian corvette sitting dark and silent in the yard. As you slowly hover along one side of the yard you see her alone and gorgeous her sleek lines and curves glinting in the port light, the Hard-Luck nestled between a damaged Z-95 head hunter and a rusty scout ship. A twinge if emotion flows through you all at the sight of what has been your home for so long. Rounding the edge of the compound the hard station and compound building comes into sight. The guards station is next to a large solid gate that rolls open on metal tracks operated some how from within the building that stands next to it. The building forms part of the fence with a side doors and a main glass front door. Beyond the glass door is a small foyer that is currently empty. A speaker box is mounted next to the glass door and cameras look down on the entrance from above.

The uniform you managed to nab will fit Brannexx tightly or Jett very loosely. The shoes will only fit Brannexx if not a bit small.

Jubjub taps X2 on the dome saying,
“Aahrgutcha up further jad ta street and Meechoo will treek scope it zehg before we just treek knocking on ta sirut.“

"There she is, lovely as always," Jett said, playfully-but-earnestly saluting the ship as it appeared in her line of sight, standing out as it did, next to the derelict scout ship and archaic Z-95. The feeling was one of relief, optimism, and worry, all rolled into one — fitting for a homecoming.

"Hopefully, the Hard Luck's about to have some *good* luck this time."

With a long enough time on their trip to Cranowa, and with Brannexx raising no objection, Jett had donned the police uniform over her leggings and tank-top, handing her leather jacket to the avian for the time-being — "for safekeeping." Hopefully these Gamos wouldn't notice the spacer's boots weren't CorSec-regulation until she'd sold them a bridge in Section 1313 on Coruscant, and the Hard Luck was airborne.

"X2, Jub-Jub has a point, drive casual — and if Murder bear can scope anything out that might work to our advantage great, because I'm making this up as I go. That pirate story didn't fly, so I'm open to ideas here. But hey, at least now I've got the badge to flash."

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“Perhaps you have orders to search this hunk of junk for dangerous contraband.  It may even be something of some importance to the Empire.  Were you to be interfered with, your superiors would be very upset.”

Zack breathes heavily, emphasizing this last point.

I always drive casual, the astromech, have s electronic voice somehow seeming huffy, even when I am driving fast.
He checks his internal mapping for the location of the impound yard, and heads for the indicated location, following the traffic laws just enough to seem like it is an everyday trip for him and his gravsled.

03:38, Today: X2-D9 rolled 23 using 6 dice and +1 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,1,1,6,3,{Wild}5.  Pilot Repulsorlift + Maneuverability.

"Ok, aahrgutcha up thek."

says Jubjub pointing to a clear area at the kerb about a 200' away from the impound yard office. Then jumping off the Grav Sled and grabbing the nearest rubbish bin/old barrel/discarded box (hopefully there is one). He proceeds to cut the bottom off it, then 2 eye holes in the side of it (if he can't cut it with his vibro dagger he will ask X2 to do it with the droids las cutter).  Once this is done he puts on his camo disguise and heads back to the impound office to do some recon doing his best to time his movements to the surveillance camera's.

16:35, Today: Jubjub rolled 39 using 8 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,6,4,{Wild}6(+3),5,1,5,5.  sneak.
16:35, Today: Jubjub rolled 19 (23 excluding the wild die) using 8 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,4,3,4,{Wild}1,3,2,1.  hide.

"There he goes," Jett said as the Ewok sets off in "camouflage."

"Annnd I like it," she continued, snapping her fingers as she turned to Zachary. "If you're as quick at the flight controls as you are with... embellishment, then we'll be in business."

Jett slicks her hair back, so as to look more "official" and/or authoritative. "Maybe you and Brannexx are my informants? Or the scanning crew! I mean, we have X2 with us after all, he could be our contraband-sniffin' astromech equivalent of a Corellian bloodhound."

If the Ewok returned able to provide some actual intel, great, or maybe get a closer peep at what else was within, then they were in business....

"Let's give the Murderbear a shot at being our eyes, then we move."

Jubjub heads down the road an camps outside the front doors scoping the office building out in his Oscar the grouch disguise...

[Private to Jubjub: Inside you see a front desk maned by 2 guards behind them and the desk is a door and to oneside is a hall. The desk is located so that one of the guards can swivil to a window that sits beside the front roller gated allowing speeders to pull up and access the yard at the press of a button. The door behind the desk opens and you see through into another room where 5 guards are seated at a table playing subacc while the 2 guards at the front desk monitor things. suddenly one of the doors in the hall open and a man exits heading to the front door, what do you do?]
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Zack makes an effort to make his body language scuzzier, as though he’d been ratting people out for years and spending the reward money on dirty Hutt magazines.  Or maybe he was just a particularly low class member of a scanning crew.

X2 remains in his driver slot aboard the gravsled, keeping any thoughts to himself as he seems to cheerfully and quietly chirp.  Almost like someone whistling nonchalantly.

As jubjub looks in the window of the front doors he relays what he sees to the others up the street, across the coms,

"Meechoo see e front desk with Fic guards, behind chaa ta e sirut, on one side ta e hallway leading further into ta building and on ta other side ta e service window for ta driveway entrance and ta operating panel ota open ta gate. Behind ta sirut ta e room with N'la guards sitting and playing cards. Ta Fic guards at ta front desk are looking at monitors. Ahh! someones comming...."

The ewok hunkers down in his disguise and doesn't move, hoping he doesn't get noticed....

The doors open and a woman in a uniform exits the building she dumps something into the bin turns away from your group and heads off down the street.
[Private to Jubjub: You get a half drunk coffee in the face. :)]
OOC: When she is out of sight what is your next move?
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Before she departs, Zack makes it a point to spot check her aft compartment.  Does her cargo hold appear secure?

JubJub's Ewokese-sprinkled Basic had improved since the Murderbear had joined the crew, so after a moment or two Jett managed to parse the words, mumbling to herself, "Ok... hmm, two guards at the front desk, service window with control panel, five more goons further inside playing cards. OK. Easy. Like shooting gorgs in a barrel."

He keyed her comlink and whispered, "Hey JJ, can you tell what that woman dumped into the bin? Anything we can use to help sell the ruse? And if *anyone* else comes out of that door, you sneak your furry-face right in behind in, OK? You get in there and see if you can't pop open the driveway gate!"

Jett turned to see Zachary... checking out the woman? "Hey Bird-Man, no time for love. UNLESS your eagle eyes saw something we could use to our advantage?"

Zack clears his throat.  “Sorry.  My species has a long held habit of keeping an eye out for nesting material.”

Jubjub is at the front entrance and the female security officer has moved off leaving a majority of the group a couple of hundred feet up the street and Jubjub out front of the building pretending to be a trashcan. The rest of you are currently at the grav sled.

Zack scans the area with his eagle eyes, searching for anything that might be useful.

If Jubjub doesn’t spy anything useful in the bin — if it’s just refuse after all and if the woman really did appear to just be going about her own business — Jett shrugs. ”Ok. Here goes nothing.”

“JJ, the moment that door opens again, scoot inside, get as close to that control panel as you can just in case the smooth talking goes south. About to try the direct approach.”

Then she stood as tall as she could, shoulders back, posture straight, whatever she imagined a cop might do to look more like a peacekeeper — and not an oppressor.

Waving X2 to steer the gravsled closer, before hopping off once they got within speaking distance of the front entrance.

Having taken the time to memorize whatever badge number their disguise-lender bore, Jett cleared her throat and pitched her voice *just* a share lower, as she greeted the first pair of guards with an up-nod.

”Hey, just have to make sure one of the ships they brought in is clean. The Lieutenant said some Black Sun Vigo left in an awful hurry on account of something in that 2400 that got brought in a little while ago. Gonna have the scanner droid take a look, along with a coupla... experts here who we... ‘convinced’ to cut a deal. Just gotta be sure before the HoloNet press hears about it first, amirite? Lieutenant’s already on me as it is.”

"Agg! dam stim.. ptewper. Looks like ta guards are just guarding Meechoo will stay thek kra ota back kush up. Meechoo don't know if Meechoo could sneak zeeg but Meechoo will try. kush will need ota distract chaa for me first Jett."

says Jubjub as wipes the stim that has just been dumped on him off. Then as the doors open to let Jett inside he will try to sneak in.

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15:47, Today: Jubjub rolled 31 using 8 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,5,5,3,5,6,1,{Wild}2.  sneak in.

As Jett enters, Jubjub sneaks in as her shadow. Jubjub easily avoids the eyes of the security officers, who only have eyes for Jett who makes a striking figure in her uniform. She flashes her badge and says they need to check the YT 2400.

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ooc: Jett could you roll con

Sensing the guard's eyes on her, Jett turns on the stage charm, flirting a little to better sell the con.

Her expression purposefully pulls short of an out-and-out wink or batting her eyelashes.

But it's just like Preigo said, back when she was the sharpshooter at The Traveling World of Wonder: Always leave 'em wanting more.

And she hopes the words seal the deal. "I mean, I don't want to... get in trouble," she says, smiling.

---

14:42, Today: Jett rolled 19 using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,{Wild}6(+3),3,3,1.  Con!

Zack casually follows Jett and the murder bear in, whistling a folksy version of The Imperial March.  He’s ready to draw at a split second’s notice.
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Meanwhile, X2-D9, expecting a bad outcome, remains in the droid slot of the gravsled.  He keeps the engine running in case they need to make a hasty exit.
23:06, Today: X2-D9 rolled 16 using 3 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 6,{Wild}4,6.  Sensors.

23:05, Today: X2-D9 rolled 2 using 1 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2.  Perception.

”Awww that’s not a problem darlin’ we wouldn’t want you getting in trouble. Sign in, then bring your equipment round to the gate an I will buzz ya through.”

He gestures to the automated gate that is next to the security office then he turns to Zack and not realising you’re together says,

“Sir this isn’t a civilian area any queries you have need to be taken to the local security station. If they have impounded your speeder bring me the paper work and I will go remove the tracking locks on it and you’ll be able to drive it out of here.”

He holds up a access key of some type.

“Do you have your paperwork?”
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"I'm with her," he says with a dove-like grin.  Then waits for Jett to save his ass.

Jett winced. But with her back to the front gate station, she hoped that the grimace’s stiff effect on her posture was indiscernible to the guards. Then she turned on a heel.

“UNfortunately, they’re *both* with me,” she sighed, injecting a note of contempt into her voice. “Birdman and Braun here,” with a nod she indicated Brannexx as the later, “they’re on their first — and hopefully *last* if I had my way — informant gig. But as reliable snitches thus far, CorSec’s promised them reduced sentences and a lot of leniency.”

Jett pointed a stern finger at Zachary and Brannexx in turn, ”But if the Astromech's scanners can't confirm your story, they’ll be Hell to pay, Sleemos! The judicials aren’t hangin’ *their* mucking up this case on me — or us!”

Jett shook her head wearily, looking to the guards again, ”It always falls on the low man on the totem pole, amirite?”

Sighing again, she waved the crew in dismissively, hoping that her casual indifference was contagious and that the guards would follow suit....
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As Jett keeps the guard distracted the trash can sneaks to the side of the desk that will allow the Ewok to try to swipe one of the key cards and awaiting his opportunity he will try to pickpocket the guards.

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OOC:

12:42, Today: Jubjub rolled 12 (19 excluding the wild die) using 5 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}1,4,6,2,6.  Pick pockets.
12:41, Today: Jubjub rolled 31 using 8 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,2,3,6,2,2,{Wild}5,6.  Sneak.

Gulp

Zack rolls his eyes as if to say, I can’t believe I have to work for this witch.  He hopes to amuse and distract the guards with this wanton display of emotion.

 Brannexx just stood there, with arms folded and watched the guard.

You all watch as the trash can shuffled over to the desk and out of the eye slot snakes a furry arm. It reaches up to the top of the counter where the guard is leaning eyes glued to Jett. The hand of the Ewok begins to feel its way around first finding the stapler then the guards coffee mug. There is a moment of horror as Jubjub almost spills the mug but catches it in time rightening it before continuing its blind search for the access card. At last it locates the Access card and tugs it free from the clip of the guards uniform. All of you can see the hand as plane as day. But the guards don’t notice one is deeply involved with some 8bit game on his monitor depicting a plumber in red overalls jumping on mushrooms and turtles and the other only has eyes for Jett. Jubjub’s hand reruns to the bin with it’s prize...

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OOC omg:
12:27, Today: EP01, for the NPC Guard2, rolled 0 (3 excluding the wild die) using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,{Wild}1.  Perception.
12:26, Today: EP01, for the NPC Security Guard, rolled 5 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2,3.  Perception 

At mention that the bird man is just a pleb on Jetts crew he becomes almost invisable to the guard as his attention refocuses on Jett.

"Anyway Darlin' Just you come on round the side here and I will buzz you through the main gat. An maybe after your done, you and me can meet up. I know  a great little place down in little naboo, foods faaaannntastic.. Huh where's muh access card? Hey Bob you seen my access card I had it a minute ago."

He begins to look around for his access card just realising it is missing and thinking he has dropped it. Bob doesn't even look up form his game simply saying,

"Nope.."

over his shoulder not caring about the other guards predicament. 

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OOC give me one last hide check Jubjub this time with the neg 10 to that roll

Once she realized JubJub had made his move successfully — but that the guard might still notice after the fact, Jett flashed a full 1.21 gigawatt smile and started to make her way slowly around so that they could all be buzzed in.

AND so that the little Murderbear might have more time to make sure his already absurd disguise was as well hidden as she hoped.

"Oooh! Well, we shouldn't be *too* long. And if Nabooan cuisine's as good as their fashion," she said to the guard that had taken a liking to her, "you might just have yourself a deal, mister."

Zack promises himself that if he ever gets out of this, he’ll move to Naboo and do nothing but consume green umbrella drinks and watch holonet soap operas.

 Banners just went along with others.

JubJub hunkers down in his trash can praying not to be seen or noticed as out of place near the desk. Each time the guards look away he will sneak toward the exit and back to the grav sled.

---

10:28, Today: Jubjub rolled 37 using 8 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 3,{Wild}6(+5),3,2,3,5,5,3.  sneak subtract 10 from result.
10:43, Today: Jubjub rolled 33 using 8 dice and +2 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,5,3,{Wild}3,4,4,6,2.  hide check subtract 10 to roll.
That's a 23 with the neg 10 for hiding and 27 with a neg 10 for sneaking out of there and back onto the sled.

The guards either too busy looking for the missing access card or playing computer games don't see the ewok and as you pull up to the window the guard that took a shine to Jett says,

"Bob give me your card so I can let this perdy lady into the impound yard. An missy I'll be seeing you once your done you've got to try the twekilbukka it's fantastic."

Bob gives over his card and the gate opens allowing you all to enter the impound yard.

---

OOC even at neg 10 to his sneak and hide and a +10 to their perception both the guards miss the Ewok. Hired help is useless these days.
16:32, Today: EP01, for the NPC security guard 2, rolled 0 (3 excluding the wild die) using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}1,2.  perception. Total of 10 with the +10 to perception
16:31, Today: EP01, for the NPC security guard 1, rolled 6 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}3,3.  perception. Total of 16 with the +10 to perception

The gate rolls back and you enter the impound yard. soon you arrive at the Hard Luck. Just as beautiful as you all (accept Zack who is seeing her for the first time) remember. Punching in your access code still works and the access ramp descends. A large yellow boot seems to be attached to the landing gear on closer inspection you see it is fixed to the concrete landing pad. As you all entered the impound yard you all notice 3 tractor beam cannons mounted on rotating turret mounts at key locations around the yard.

---

What's next guys?

Jett held her smile just long enough for her to turn and break eye-contact with her not-so-secret admirer. Once in the clear, she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Now out of line-of-sight of the guards, she motioned for JubJub to join them with a slight, subtle tilt of her head. "JJ, I canNOT believe that worked," she whispered.

Upon seeing the Hard Luck for the first time in what's felt like forever, Jett cracks another smile. This time genuine. Warm even. Though fleeting.

She patted the entry ramp strut as it lowered. "Good to see you again, H.L." Jett said to the YT-2400. "Sorry all of us didn't make it back for the reunion," she added softly, in memory of their lost crew.

Then she turned to Zachary, "Bran or I might be able to help you out using the turret guns, but think you can outfly a tractor beam -- or three, Bird-man? Because I'd rather ghost that guard and that date, than become a ghost myself...."

Jett put her hands on her hips, her words trailing off as she thought. Could they reach the tractor beam turret-mounts from the ground? Could JubJub or X2 get close enough to put at least one or two out of commission to make sure they had a fighting chance to get out of the impound yard let alone off-world?
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Once everyone is aboard the gravsled, X2 moves the group to the proper docking area.  As soon as they get into the docking bay, and the loading ramp is lowered for him, he drives the sled up into the cargo hold and secures it in place.
Once he is disengaged from the gravsled, he trundles up to Jett.  I wish to speak to you about something in private, captain.  When you have the opportunity.

“Not sure I can outfly a tractor beam.  Probably best if we deactivate them before taking off, and that’s after fixing her up, of course.”  He rubs his hands together, scarcely able to wait.

 “ We should have one of the Droids, position by the boot. Jub Jub and I man the Blaster cannons on the Hard Luck. We target the blaster cannon emplacements, engage a neutralize the same as the boot is burned off with a laser torch boot off. The droid gets on board, and we take off  and zig zag around the building, flying low. That will make it hard for a targeting computer to get a lock on us, for a tractor beam. If we get free of the city, we burn for orbit, then jump.” Offered Brannexx to his fellow crimi… misunderstood spacers.

 He  took out a cigar and put it into his mouth. “ If anyone has a better idea, I am listening.”

In response to the expected assessment of their chances at skirting not one, not two, but three tractor-beams, Jett sighed. "Yeah, I figured. And that's a good plan, Bran."

"BUT! Before we have to burn off the boot, I think loverboy's access-card might be able to do the dirty work for us," she added pointing to the furry paw poking out of the trash-bin,

"And maybe JJ or X2 can disable those tractor-beam turrets so that Bird-man doesn't have to pull off a miracle just to get us out here."

Then Jett turned, put a palm on X2's dome and said, "What do you think, X2?" before whispering, "And what's with the cloak-and-dagger? There trouble we don't see? Something we're missing that's about to come back and bite us?"

X2's electronic voice chirps up.  My primary programming is as repulsorlift pilot, droid repair, ship's gunner, and extra security.  My way of handling the tractor beams would be to agree with Brannex.
The droid then seems to regard the new captain, before rotating his dome back and forth as if shaking his head in the negative.  No.  It is something more of a personal nature, I suppose.
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Flood lights spill across the impound yard out of one of the portcullises there is a brief flicker of light as the door to the offices opens and closes.

[Secret to X2-D9:  You notice one of the hiding places that you and Jubjub stashed your goods has NOT been disturbed.]
[Secret to Jubjub: You notice one of the hiding places that you and X2-D9 stashed your goods has NOT been disturbed.]

Jett had already just bristled at being called the (de-facto) "Captain" by X2, but then the hair on the back of her neck stood on end when the flood lights flashed across the impound yard.

Her gunslinger's instincts kicked in and she whirled in the direction of the flicker, hand hovering at her pistol, ready to draw.

If there are no objections, Zack will proceed to assess the damage to the ship so that he can come up with a repair time estimate.

 The flood lights flicked on,and someone came out of the office, it seemed. Brann saw the reaction of Jett, " Take it easy, everyone. We are supposed to be here,after all."

Jubjub comes crawling out of an air vent with a thermal det in each hand,

“Look they didn’t find all of our cargo. At least it not e complete loss, we can still sell noroway wasn’t found and get jabba his credits. Meechoo just hope it will ta choo doo.”

X2 regards the Ewok, though he does not have to swivel his some to do so.  Well, that is a relief, he quips, his electronic voice somehow coming across as sarcastic.  How do we remove the boots?

As you discuss the problem of the foot that holds the ship to the ground and the 3 tractor beams that could be used to foil your plans you all hear the voice of one of the guards outside of the ship,

"Hey! Hey miss! I forgot to get your number for that drink!"

[Private to X2-D9: As you find the gear you stashed, you notice that the Thermal detonators weren't discovered, and if put inside the tractor beam housing these would destroy them then it would just be a task to get back to the ship before the guards come out. The boots can be removed with the card that was stolen.. uhoh here comes a guard now.]

Zack snickers as he hears the guard’s voice, but continues doing a damage assessment, confident that his new associates can handle the situation.

Inside the ship, X2 rolls up to Jub Jub.  Speaking quietly and in Ewokese, he asks the furball, Do you think you can get a thermal detonator into each of the tractor beam turrets?

In reply to X2-D9 (msg # 178):

“But how do boom boom eggs work. I could put it there but how do they go boom?”

Says Jubjub to the droid.

Using his manipulators, X2 quockly points out how to arm the detonator to explode when thrown, and how to set the timer so that it will explode like a demolition charge.
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In reply to X2-D9 (msg # 180):

[Private to X2-D9: OOC FYI the timers on the Thermal Dets can be set for a max of 2mins. This would not leave enough time to go reach even the second tractor beam placement before the first det goes off. You would need 3 people co-ordinating to take out all the tractor beam emplacements]

[Private to Jubjub: OOC FYI the timers on the Thermal Dets can be set for a max of 2mins. This would not leave enough time to go reach even the second tractor beam placement before the first det goes off. You would need 3 people co-ordinating to take out all the tractor beam emplacements]
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In reply to Guard (msg # 176):

Though she grimaced while her back was to the guard as he approached, upon turning to face him, Jett’s facade was back up *and* back up to full speed fast. Ever the gunslinger, she was quick on the draw in more ways than one. As her mind raced to find the right words to see if she could get yet more useful info out of him without blowing their cover, Jett started shooting... her mouth.

”My personal comm frequency? Encrypted.” she said, with a teasing, flirtatious smirk. ”But I imagine that somebody used to overseeing all this tech — keeping all these ships on lockdown, running all those tractor beams from just that booth — you must be pretty good at figuring things out. You know,” Jett added with a wider smile, ”solving a mystery.”

In reply to Jett (msg # 182):

 Brannexx  acted like he was occupied with something, to see if Jett's gambit with the low brow, bore fruit.

Just a spoonful of flattery helps the eggs to hatch, Zack thinks, recalling a proverb from his homeworld as he continues working.

"Oh.. Come on little lady, Shucks, I just do what I can for the corporation ya know. Dem tractor beams and that stuff is all automated run on sum' mounted worm drive turbine things. Da fraggin droids do all that maintenance stuff ya know takin all us honest peoples jobs. My job 'aint hard I just have to press buttons every now an then. But if ya need a hand sure I can help?"

Says the guard trying to get a look past you up the docking bay ramp.

"Oh man, tell me about it," Jett said, shaking her head. "I mean, have you *seen* those 501-Zed police droids? You get one of those RoboCops assigned to your beat and next thing you know, it's running the joint! But yeah, don't ask me about anything crazier than a com-scan. All I know is how to squeeze a trigger and hits the bullseye, amirite?" Jett gently nudged the guard with her elbow.

Then she pointed her thumb back aboard the ship,  "We've got our Bird-Man expert having a look at the ship. Seeing if it'll need to be pulled off-world on account of the Imps thinkin' this might be outta our 'jurisdiction.' Actually, maybe you can help out?"

Jett's mind raced. Keep him talking long enough for X2 and JJ to sabotage those tractor beams or knock out loverboy and see if anything he had on him would help clear the way. After all, it already worked once — though it might also be pushing their luck. Then again, the ship was called the Hard Luck for a reason... an ironic one. The ship and its crew kept defying long odds. Maybe this was the sign they needed. Maybe the guard could help them out more than he knew?

Zack sets his blaster pistol to stun, then continues to work.  While keeping his avian ears open.
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 The until now,silent Brannexx spoke up. "I have seen and heard enough. "You may drop the pretense, people. We are now offical." Brannexx  reached into a pocket and produced a wallet, that be brandished in front of the guard. It had a badge and I.D. card it it, but Braxx  flipped it shut quickly. " I am investigator Janos Bragratin, from the department of Quality Control and Accountablity from the home office. There have been reports received to home office that things are not as they should be at this facility. Your companion playing the game unit, you being influenced by a pretty face. To let this circus to actually gain access to this facility. Not to mention you trying to get into my associates  pants when you should be at your post. My report on this matter very well cause personal changes here. If you take my meaning,guard.." Brannexx took out a data pad and started to type
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The guard blanched at the authoritative tone of Brannexx, and when Brannexx flashes his credentials he turns viably white even in the gloom of the night. The guard can only stand there his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He makes strange almost choking sounds unable to say anything.

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17:48, Yesterday: EP01, for the NPC Guard, rolled 0 (2 excluding the wild die) using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 1,{Wild}1.  See through Brannexx’s false story .

Ok you have the advantage Brannexx what are you going to do?

"Alright Guard, how about you and I return to the guard shack and see about how well you and your partner know yours jobs and how your record keeping is. This is not a request."

The guards training takes over his face ashen grey he salutes saying,

"Sir! Yes Sir!.. I.. I'm sure we can so.. sort this out s..ss..sir."

The guard turns to head back to the offices as instructed.

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ooc: you following along here what's the intention?

X2 rolls up, using the opportunity to secret the thermal detonator in one of his compartments.  Perhaps this could be an interesting play Branexx is making, and the droid want to play along.

 Brannexx headed toward the guard shake with every intention of trying to cause confusion to the two guards, in hopes of getting them to release the clamps and speak of other things they needed to know." We will start by inspecting your logs of access to this place. You do record every visitor to this facility I resume." He spoke as he walked, sounding bored.

Zackary doubles his repair estimate efforts, knowing his gunslinging skills may soon be required.

X2 rolls along with Brannexx, the thermal detonator having disappeared inside with his manipulator.

As X2 goes off to follow Brannexx back to the guard station, Jett purses her lips, and furrows her brow, nodding ruefully — for the benefit of any other guards watching.

It's a "can you even believe it?" expression that she hopes will disguise her whisper through gritted teeth. She directs her whisper to the surrounding trashbins and spare parts, having lost track of exactly where the stealthy Ewok was hiding.

"Hey, Jub-jub, now's your chance. While Brann keeps them taking and X2 sees what damage he can cause, time for us to 'inspect' and plant detonators on all those tractor beam implacements."

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Jubjub nods and sneaks off to the tractor beam emplacements With the thermal dets.

Zack rubs a thin layer of sweat from his feathery forehead and continues working.  He doesn’t like to leave his fate in the hands of others, but at the moment he has no choice.  He’ll never escape this planet alone.

As Jubjub disappears into the impound yard with a thermal detonator Jett and Zach are left at the ship. As Zach and Jett wait they have the opportunity to inspect some of the arms that you were carrying more importantly Zach and Jett pick up a thermal detonator and soon realize that these ones have short timers and that there would be no way for Jubjub to set a timer that would allow him to blow up all of the three tractor beam emplacements at the same time. The demolition of the automated emplacements needs to be coordinated by 3 people else there may be the opportunity to activate the automated beams before you can take off.  This may cause a problem.

Brannaxx heads with X2 back to the guard house, the guards man in tow looking worried now that this shock inspection has been sprung on them. Entering through the side door One of the guards behind the desks looks up and a smile creeps across his face as he sees his fellow guardsman sheepishly re-entering the the main complex.

"She knock you back Andy? I told you she was far out of your league.. Huh what's going on andy?"

Says Bob as he than sees Branaxx and X2 following his compadre into the offices. Andy says,

"You better get Carl, Bob. These guys are really QCA investigators I think we've been marked for an Audit."

At the mention of QCA and audit, Bobs face blanches a paler shade of blue his partial alien heritage showing. He stands and shouts,

"Er yeah, ahh CARL! There are some people here to see you!"

Soon a man sporting a tremendous handlebar mustache exits from the back room where the subbacc game was in progress.

"This better be good Bob, I had a killer hand.. Er and who are you?"

Says Carl a look of confusion on his face at the sight of Brannexx and X2.

When Jubjub reaches the first tractor beam emplacement he tries to remember what X2 showed him about arming the boom boom egg and then has no idea where to place them?! Nervous about placing the boom boom eggs he uses his communicator to call Zach and Jett as they might know where the boom boom eggs need to be placed.

"Jett, Zach.. Jubjub den know enenah boom boom egg ta placed? Meechoo see panels and flashing lights cog thingies. Enenah do Meechoo put this?"

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OOC: very unsure where to put the det he places 3 in various nooks and crannies under boards etc. setting their timers as quickly as possible to the maximum.

09:52, Today: Jubjub rolled 5 using 1 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}5.  technical demolitions.

Jubjub remembers how to set the timer to the maximum 2 minutes and he has taken a decent guess as to the best place to plant the thermal detonator but he now awaits Jett's and Zach's input. Bannaxx and X2 are faced with dealing with the commander of the night shift.

Zach says he’s not sure, but thinks the explosives should be powerful enough to get the job done even if they aren’t ideally placed.  But he tries to find Jett for a more definitive answer.

He tries not to let on that his avian self is offended by the use of the term ‘egg.’
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X2 awaits a good time and place to use the thermal detonator he carries.....

"The Captain wouldn't known what to do," Jett *almost* said aloud.

Instead, she gritted her teeth. Accustomed to being quick-on-the-draw rather than planning ahead, she tried to think on what could bail them out best.

If they were cruel beings, they could use a detonator to blow up the guard station? At least she really wouldn't have to go on that date after all! But these working stiffs were just doing their jobs and didn't deserve such a fate.

Or *maybe* they could use that hover-sled to plant those detonators faster? How fast could that hunk 'o' junk be? And if it *and* the ship needed to be manned, could she trust the flyboy... er, flyBIRD to not leave them in a lurch if *he* somehow got clear while she and the other person needed to coordinate the blast were still stuck on the ground?

mean while at the impound yard...

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can I get a Demolitions roll, if you don't have this a Technical Roll from Jet and Zach please
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21:34, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 7 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 5,{Wild}2.  Tech roll.

Ooc: I think I did that right.

In reply to Zachary Cockburn (msg # 206):

OOC: YEP

11:45, Today: Jett rolled 2 using 1 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2.  + 1 Char Point Tech: Demolitions.

17:41, Wed 23 Dec: Jett rolled 4 using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 1,{Wild}3.  Technical (demolitions) check!

OOC: Let's ring this New Year in with a bang AND a boom!

With little other choice Jett and Zach venture out, making their way across the impound yard to 2 remaining Tractor beam turrets. Between Jubs, zach, and Jett the detonator's are soon placed loosing a little of your precious cargo, but this is a price worth paying to get off this sorry rock. Setting the timers for maximum all three of you are soon sprinting your way back to the ship.

X2 you receive across the coms the notification that the detonator's have been placed and the rest of the crew is running back to the ship. With 2 minutes before everything is going to go bang!

Zack immediately starts prepping for take-off.

X2 and Brannexx haven’t responded when the detonators explode in bright Orange flames
THUMP! BOOOOM! THUMP! The sounds of the explosions can be heard across the impound yard. With the tractor beams out of commission you will be able to finally get of this fracking rock.

OOC: Zach is on the ship where is everyone else??

Jubjub has already snuck back on to the ship surprising Zach if he looks to the coms seat to find the ewok there with a smile on his face he says,

"WHAOOOO BOOM!"

As the detonators on the tractor beams emmitter explode, X2's manipulator extends from within his chassis.  In the claw is another thermal detonator that is activated as it is dropped and rolled towards the Imperials.  He immediately begins to roll back out of the office door.
Set for one turn/round detonation.  Hopefully, the walls will be in the way.

In reply to X2-D9 (msg # 213):

In response to the lieutenants query and X2’s thermal det branexx can only shout,
“What toga’ frack!!”
As he turns and runs after the droid trundling towards the exit into the yard

Zachary makes his way to the cockpit and hopes his new companions make it back to the ship in time.

BOOM!
The fire ball engulfs the lower floor of the offices and control tower as Brannexx and X2 head back to the ship Jett soon arrives taking a seat in the co-pilots seat and with the engines fired up the Hard luck launches through the clouds and into space.

Soon you all find your selves in the inky blackness of space. Surrounded by the calm vacuum you all have a decision to make. Where to next. You need to off load the remainder of the cargo with the hop of recouping enough credits to pay for the contraband you almost lost. Who could want to buy it?

While that is being discussed, Zach checks the ship’s systems carefully and begins performing any needed maintenance.

Jett exhaled. Making a mad dash for dear life was nothing new of course, but this was probably the first time she'd fled a life-or-death situation of her own making, a countdown *she* had set into motion with her own two hands.

If the detonator had detonated in her palm? She'd have had nobody to blame but herself.

But by some miracle of kicking tail and taking names, they'd done it. Setting the explosives was doable enough, despite her inexperience with such things and her having to trust the bird-man *not* to try to take off without them if he got back to the Hard Luck first.

Still... things went boom in the end. But the scramble to the ship was a blur. To be honest, it lelt like some kind of auto-pilot taking over. Hell, maybe it was the Force — not that she believed in such things, of course. Either way, all that mattered now was that she'd done it — they'd done it: she and what was left of this crew.

As the glow of the explosion faded into the distance, both physically so and from the mental space she saved for worry, Jett turned to the Avian and pointed a thumb back at the rapidly receding spaceport — soon a receding planet — behind them.

"Dude wasn't my type anyway," Jett said, smiling lopsidedly.

Then she raised two finger-guns. "But I'll tell ya what is."

She swiveled her "aim" over to the cargo hold. "Right now, it's *that* cargo and the credits it'll bring us."

After all, they'd lost a lot for that contraband. Hopefully, they now stood to gain a lot more.

"And I said us, right?" she added, for the Bird-man's benefit. "Because you're interested in signing on with the best crew in... well, on this ship, amirite?"

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“Unless there’s some other crew on this ship I could sign up with.” He tries to duplicate her mammalian hand gesture, with limited success.  “So what’s the cargo?  Golden eggs?”

"We know of new republic base they try ota steal our cargo danthee they buy our cargo?"

Says the little murder bear.

Uncertain what the homicidal furry just said, Zach awaits further elucidation.

 After the Hard Luck, and its crew, and passenger had lifted into the momentary safety of space, He exhaled a mental sigh of relief. He went to the frig and grabbed a Hutt Brewsky and downed most of it.

  Heading back to rejoin the others, Brannexx heard their new...something ask about their cargo.” Don’t worry about what is in the hold. For the time being, just enjoy the ride.” Said as he took another drink of Jabba’s finest.

The astromech rolls onto the bridge after securing the gravsled in its spit in the hold.  Though they know he has no skill at piloting, he rolls into the droid slot and locks himself in.  There, he just sits silently as he plugs in for a recharge.

You continue to fly into the blackness of space with the crew undecided on where to go. Every sip of Hutt Brewsky takes you closer to the center point station and more cooperate goons, or worse, imperial forces.

What do you want to do?

 Heading  back to the frig in search of another beer." Where do we want to go now, my fellow miscreants? We need to sell our cargo, and look to pick up another one."

“As long as we fly in the opposite direction of any more Imperial entanglements, my beak is flexible.  What are the closest options?”

Jett gazed out the viewport. The stillness of space that had not so long ago provided relief, began to cause worry anew.

Indeed they couldn't drift forever or they'd run smack dab into Center Point Station. Nor did they want to turn tail and run right into Imperial space and some trigger-happy patrol. And once again, Jett was reminded that she'd been welcomed into the crew for her pistoleering and not managing the livelihood of others.

She glanced at Jubjub. "Murderbear might be ont to something, and it might be worth a shot. Unless..."

Jett's voice trailed off, as she racked her brain for old contacts and shadowports that might finally prove useful.

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17:08, Today: Jett rolled 12 using 3 dice with the WEG Classic system ((5,{Wild}2,5)). Streetwise!

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Perhaps they are not as legitimate as you believe, can be heard coming from the astromech.

Branexx drained the last of the beer and ripped out with a class one belch.” The new what? Do you mean the Rebellion, that riff raff that thinks they have the moral high orbit? Just another group that seeks  power. Different names. Faces, same effect.” Came the jaded viewpoint, from Brannexx.

 He tossed the empty into the trash slot, then turned to face the others.” If we are not too picky as to whom we do business, I might have a contact, and he might take the cargo off our hands, no questions asked. But this is not without a risk, he is a criminal, and has no love for me. But, despite that, we have done business before.”…. He waited a moment, perhaps to see the reaction of the others.

“If he already has a problem with you, it may be unwise to use him.  But I go with the group.”

Jett grinned without yet turning. The only thing that had popped into her head in the interim was getting in touch with someone who had once been a client of Preigo's Traveling World of Wonder — though long before she'd joined the troup as their trick-shot sharpshooter. Since then, she'd heard he had lost it all... almost, and would welcome the chance to rearm and rebuild.

But if the old Weequay was already a lout and a backstabber when he had an entire band of pirates at his command, he surely would be no better now that he was a deposed pirate-lord. So she was glad that Jubjub and Brannexx had come up with new options.

She nodded at Ewok and astromech in turn, "I know a bunch of terrorists like the Rebels will prolly accept a dropship of contraband from anybody. BUT that'll mean the Empire will think we're throwing our lot in with the 'revolution'— and that's risky!"

Then she turned to Brannexx, "Maybe just as risky as you hailing your old frenemy, Bran. Though I've never met anyone that didn't think you were a problem," she added smiling.

"Handing things over to the Rebs might be cleaner, but it might bring exactly the kind of Imperial entanglements we're looking to detangle ourselves from. But just like everyone on the Outer Rim, Brannexx's buddy has it in for him, so we might not even get to touch down before bolts start flying. That said, we can handle ourselves."

Jett put her hands on her hips, "So! Let's hear more about each and put it to a vote. And proximity might be the deal breaker. We can't go galavanting halfway cross the galaxy with hot cargo, yeah?"

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OOC: I only just realized we were still within the OT movie timeframe and not post-RotJ, since we still owe Jabba. So I edited out my reference to the New Republic. Hope you all are cool with the soft retcon above!

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“If the rebels are reliable customers, I say go with them.  I’m not feeling particularly warm toward the Empire, anyhow.”

A moment later he adds, “But anyway, let’s go somewhere.  On my planet, hunters sometimes choose their grounds at random.  I wouldn’t be opposed to doing that now.”

 "Yeah, but remember our encounter with the Rebellion. They attempted to steal our cargo, and perhaps much worse. We spanked them pretty bad, in that encounter. We might not be welcome." Said as he took another drink of Jabba's worst.

"I wasn't with you then, of course.  But can the Rebellion really afford to hold a grudge?  It seems to me they probably need all the help they can get, even if it's from a bunch of hoodlums like us."
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Once aboard the ship, the droid trundles to the bridge and plugs into his slot to begin poring over star charts for places they might be able to go.

00:02, Today: X2-D9 rolled 2 using 1 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of {Wild}2.  Knowledge:  Planetary Systems.  LOL

 "They attempted  to steal this ship's cargo, at blaster point.I am not concerned  about a grudge, but a repeat, on thier  part. I am against it."
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X2 tries to find a place to go as you move closer and closer to star port space. Soon you will be hailed by the space station and be within range of their fighters to come out after you. You would already be on a watch list so this current course is not advised. X2 unfortunately is unable to plot a root anywhere else without a destination.

This leaves your little team with a decision to make and less and less time to make it.

1. Return to the star-port and be arrested as your ship is tagged now (or at least the current Id) due to you blowing up an impound yard.
2. Travel to Yavin 4 and offload the cargo to the rebellion might even get your hands on a new transponder code for the ship so you can travel freely again.
3. Pick a random trade planet like Naboo where you could try to find someone to buy your contraband while keeping it hidden from the local authorities.
4. Random hyper jump.....

I’d be happy to take my chances on Yavin, but I’m just a newcomer… it’s really up to the established players.

Considering their deceased senator's opinions of the Galactic Empire, Naboo might actually be sympathetic.  Or not....

Jubjub having acquired one of branexx’s beers. He jumps himself up onto a near by bench and begins to work on popping the top saying,

“Well Kush screwed ta pooch. We have some ekla slug expecting cash for his jam and den one ota sell it oh. These rebel people sound like they will take chaa off our grek and ta quicker we get fratta slug off our backs ta better.”

He finishes off his little speech with a grunt of frustration rips out his vibro knife cuts the top clean off the bottle and takes a big slug from the bottle of beer.
*gulp*

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OOC.. damn didn’t realise it was a screw top
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Zach's avian eyes widen at the mention of the slug on their backs.  "Don't tell me you owe money to a Hutt."

If so, I guess that means I also owe money to a Hutt.  Holy skies!
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In reply to Zachary Cockburn (msg # 242):

" We do." Looking at Zach."And Not just any Hutt, but Jabba. "You know, he that is most understanding about unpaid debts." Said with rolled eyes"


 "But as for a destination, Naboo might not be a bad choice."
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Jubjub takes another slug before saying,

Ta cargo fratta treek boom ota get ta sky dragon back belong ota slug named jabba. Sta jabba want his credits else we ta bantha fodder. We need ota get this sold and at least break even.

The murder bear looks nonchalantly at the rest of you. As though the hard fate you have all been dealt, goes with the ship and he can do naught but accept it.

"Ever considered taking this Jabba person out?  Save a lot of credits that way.  I gather few would miss him."

A holographic screen appears, projected from the astromech, and words begin to scroll across it.
And who would take his place?  One of the other Hutts would likely assume control over Jabba's territory.  This may cause a war with Black Sun, or the Pike Syndicate, or any of the other criminal organizations, as one of them, or all of them, tries to seize control.  This could be good for business.  Or it could be deadly for independent contractors.
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"Just a thought." Zach picks his teeth.  "So do we take our chances with the Rebellion?"

"Meechoo agree with ta bird. Ta rebels sound ta easiest and there would definitely ta den empire soldiers there."*gulp*
Says the ewok looking at the rest of the crew.

Zachary proceeds to astrogate.

11:01, Today: Zachary Cockburn rolled 13 (19 excluding the wild die) using 7 dice with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 2,1,4,5,2,{Wild}1,4.  astrogation.