Trapped in the middle of no-where, with weeks of repairs required, the Acclamator needed supplies. The Captain, the Zabrak and I went out for these supplies. The Captain's vessel would carry enough to get the Rebels through. We also took the opportunity to pay towards the Captain's debt with a Hutt.
When we returned from the supply run, we quickly discovered that a small handful of the troops we had rescued were less reliable than thought. These cowardly mercenaries had decided to mutiny. Cowardly does not mean stupid. They had managed to gain control of key areas, without most of the crew even knowing. They had planned to take the fighters and our ship to escape. Their plan failed. The three of us managed to alert enough of the crew to retake the Acclamator.
After a few quick executions, we returned to repair work and got the Acclamator back in order. Our new base of operations was much larger and I was re-assigned to an X-wing squadron.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Assassin
After our quest was over and we had returned to our sunken ship, we were informed by the Commander that we had to take off. There were hundreds of Rebel troops pinned down under heavy fire, in need of rescue. We were nominated to handle it, despite the fact that a Star Destroyer with bombed out hanger bay was still in orbit. We timed our take-off in such a way as to force the Star Destroyer to travel the farthest to get to us.
When we arrived to the battle site, the fighters were all deployed. Jahjee was assigned to me as a gunner, showing the Rebel Commander's trust of our group. Fire was exchanged. People died on both sides, but we got the troops evacuated. We did lose the other Y-wing, as her pilot did not make a turn in time and impacted into an Imperial Garrison base. This time the Force was kind and saved my small, fuzzy companion's life.
Midway through our initial hyperspace jump, the Commander decided to hold the debriefing on the bridge. Mid-debriefing, someone popped out from behind the Commander and the ground General. Shooting the General, the attacked then tried to bolt away from the bulk of personnel. Having already given my abilities away to the Commander, I decided my intervening was appropriate. I blocked the attacker's escape and proceeded to have a running battle throughout the bridge. Luckily, he managed to avoid shooting random people and I avoided slashing them.
During this battle, Jahjee blasted a communications panel that he had rigged to transmit. Her action managed to keep our location secret. The Captain and the Zabrak kept the engines from overloading, due to another of his sabotage efforts. The Ithorian aided the General by stabilizing his condition and then, in violation of cultural norms, aided my fight by opening fire upon the attacker.
We are now dead in space, with an unconscious General and a broken ship. I'm not sure if "adventure" is the right word for my life...
When we arrived to the battle site, the fighters were all deployed. Jahjee was assigned to me as a gunner, showing the Rebel Commander's trust of our group. Fire was exchanged. People died on both sides, but we got the troops evacuated. We did lose the other Y-wing, as her pilot did not make a turn in time and impacted into an Imperial Garrison base. This time the Force was kind and saved my small, fuzzy companion's life.
Midway through our initial hyperspace jump, the Commander decided to hold the debriefing on the bridge. Mid-debriefing, someone popped out from behind the Commander and the ground General. Shooting the General, the attacked then tried to bolt away from the bulk of personnel. Having already given my abilities away to the Commander, I decided my intervening was appropriate. I blocked the attacker's escape and proceeded to have a running battle throughout the bridge. Luckily, he managed to avoid shooting random people and I avoided slashing them.
During this battle, Jahjee blasted a communications panel that he had rigged to transmit. Her action managed to keep our location secret. The Captain and the Zabrak kept the engines from overloading, due to another of his sabotage efforts. The Ithorian aided the General by stabilizing his condition and then, in violation of cultural norms, aided my fight by opening fire upon the attacker.
We are now dead in space, with an unconscious General and a broken ship. I'm not sure if "adventure" is the right word for my life...
Friday, April 23, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Law
Our local revolutionaries thought that it would be to their advantage to disrupt our sensor tower. The Commander, of course, requested that the Ithorian negotiate a truce. This did result in the entire menagerie heading out on the mission; the Captain, the Ithorian, the Zabrak, Jahjee and myself. The Captain and Zabrak were there to conduct repairs. Jahjee was our scout and I was security.
The local leader accepted our embassy, without attempts to tie us up this time. After some back and forth between the Ithorian and the local, we went on a "quest" for them. Jahjee had gone off scouting and managed to become soundly lost. We triangulated her location and it was conveniently atop our destination for the locals. The Force seems to enjoy messing with me in these ways.
Our quest was to bring back their ancient leader's "weapon." After spelunking in an ancient colony ship and fighting off deadly insects, we surfaced with a data chip full of the laws for the colony. Allowing the others to recover overnight, we headed back to the locals in the morning. The Ithorian presented them with the data chip and I carved it's contents into a nearby cliff. Our problem with the locals resolved, we returned to our submerged vessel.
I do not doubt that should our descendants return to this place, they will find legends of the "lawgivers."
The local leader accepted our embassy, without attempts to tie us up this time. After some back and forth between the Ithorian and the local, we went on a "quest" for them. Jahjee had gone off scouting and managed to become soundly lost. We triangulated her location and it was conveniently atop our destination for the locals. The Force seems to enjoy messing with me in these ways.
Our quest was to bring back their ancient leader's "weapon." After spelunking in an ancient colony ship and fighting off deadly insects, we surfaced with a data chip full of the laws for the colony. Allowing the others to recover overnight, we headed back to the locals in the morning. The Ithorian presented them with the data chip and I carved it's contents into a nearby cliff. Our problem with the locals resolved, we returned to our submerged vessel.
I do not doubt that should our descendants return to this place, they will find legends of the "lawgivers."
Monday, April 12, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and Blown Secrets
Once all of the small vessels were loaded into the Acclamator's hanger, we were asked by the assault team to help clear out the last pockets of resistance. Within the hanger itself there were several groups firing from cover and attempting to make off with our vehicles. The enemies' positions of high ground and cover put the Rebels in extreme danger. A firefight would result in high loss of life on both sides and damage a great deal of equipment.
I decided that the lives of the Rebels were more important than my secret. The activation of my blade put most of the battle's attention on me and immediately reduced the fire being taken by the assault team. While the Captain was picking off members of one enemy group, I confronted and acquired the surrender of another. The third, the Captain and I were able to distract long enough for the assault team's trap to go off, spacing the lot of them. The rest of the ship was cleared with minimal loss of life on the Rebel side.
The Rebel base commander, who was on the assault team, assigned everyone to crew position. We were severely understaffed for the size of vessel the Acclamator was. Our small team managed to limp through hypserspace to a small moon. It was decided to land in a small lake to prevent detection, while we waited for enough personnel to show up to take proper control of the ship.
Once we were no longer under fire and had some breathing room, I quickly discovered that I now had a following. Before the battle the Rebels had all been rather distant with me; I was now being constantly asked questions, clapped on the back and otherwise treated oddly. I've been polite and answered what questions I could, but otherwise am trying to keep my place within the command structure per my ranking.
A small group of us were sent out to erect a sensor tower. Other than a small side trip caused by local revolutionaries, it was an uneventful expedition.
I decided that the lives of the Rebels were more important than my secret. The activation of my blade put most of the battle's attention on me and immediately reduced the fire being taken by the assault team. While the Captain was picking off members of one enemy group, I confronted and acquired the surrender of another. The third, the Captain and I were able to distract long enough for the assault team's trap to go off, spacing the lot of them. The rest of the ship was cleared with minimal loss of life on the Rebel side.
The Rebel base commander, who was on the assault team, assigned everyone to crew position. We were severely understaffed for the size of vessel the Acclamator was. Our small team managed to limp through hypserspace to a small moon. It was decided to land in a small lake to prevent detection, while we waited for enough personnel to show up to take proper control of the ship.
Once we were no longer under fire and had some breathing room, I quickly discovered that I now had a following. Before the battle the Rebels had all been rather distant with me; I was now being constantly asked questions, clapped on the back and otherwise treated oddly. I've been polite and answered what questions I could, but otherwise am trying to keep my place within the command structure per my ranking.
A small group of us were sent out to erect a sensor tower. Other than a small side trip caused by local revolutionaries, it was an uneventful expedition.
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Star Destroyer
Well, we had our battle and I am obviously still amongst the living. The Rebels did not trust us yet, so they refused to allow Jahjee be my gunner. I was assigned a Human gunner who seemed close to my age. Jahjee was assigned to the other Y-wing's Human pilot. I gave her a few pointers on what to focus on during the fight. They also provided a gunner and tech crew for the Captain's freighter. The commander did not want us stealing the Y-wing and expensive sensor buoys.
The plan was to draw the Governor's Acclamator Assault ship off by have a large number of "freighters" appear at the edge of the solar system. With it by itself, we would attack with troop ships and the fighters would handle their fighters. We planned on the fact that none of the Governor's ships would be manned by a professional, Imperial crew. This plan would have gone off without a hitch, except for the Imperial Star Destroyer that appeared mid-battle.
The Star Destroyer had come to investigate reports of the Governor's behavior and discovered what appeared to be the Governor fighting "pirates." With nothing larger than the Captain's freighter and incomplete control of the Acclamator, the Star Destroyer suddenly became our primary concern. Luckily for us, they were just as surprised by the battle as we were by their appearance. Their commander panicked.
I used this panic to our advantage. I could react before their shields we fully active. My gunner was and probably still is convinced that I am a madman. Knowing that their first action would be to release TIE fighters, I made my ship look as if it was either badly off course or having a system malfunction. Through this ruse, I was able to get under the Star Destroyer where their hanger bays were. Giving my gunner a count down, we swing in and launched everything we had as soon as the bay doors opened. The resulting explosion accomplished my goal of preventing their TIE fighters from taking on our fighters.
Just as this explosion rocked the Star Destroyer, our backup showed. The Nebulon-B was able to distract the Star Destroyer long enough for us to rendezvous with the mostly under control Acclamator and flee. The Captain's freighter and Jahjee's Y-wing both made it through.
The plan was to draw the Governor's Acclamator Assault ship off by have a large number of "freighters" appear at the edge of the solar system. With it by itself, we would attack with troop ships and the fighters would handle their fighters. We planned on the fact that none of the Governor's ships would be manned by a professional, Imperial crew. This plan would have gone off without a hitch, except for the Imperial Star Destroyer that appeared mid-battle.
The Star Destroyer had come to investigate reports of the Governor's behavior and discovered what appeared to be the Governor fighting "pirates." With nothing larger than the Captain's freighter and incomplete control of the Acclamator, the Star Destroyer suddenly became our primary concern. Luckily for us, they were just as surprised by the battle as we were by their appearance. Their commander panicked.
I used this panic to our advantage. I could react before their shields we fully active. My gunner was and probably still is convinced that I am a madman. Knowing that their first action would be to release TIE fighters, I made my ship look as if it was either badly off course or having a system malfunction. Through this ruse, I was able to get under the Star Destroyer where their hanger bays were. Giving my gunner a count down, we swing in and launched everything we had as soon as the bay doors opened. The resulting explosion accomplished my goal of preventing their TIE fighters from taking on our fighters.
Just as this explosion rocked the Star Destroyer, our backup showed. The Nebulon-B was able to distract the Star Destroyer long enough for us to rendezvous with the mostly under control Acclamator and flee. The Captain's freighter and Jahjee's Y-wing both made it through.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Moff
The Star Destroyer that had entered our area wasn't after us, or even the Rebels for that matter. It attacked the Imperial Governor's holdings. We watched the Empire battle itself from a safe distance. The thought of a government physically duking it out with itself, using the defense fleets, is absolutely alien. I can see fighting a rebel group, like the Alliance. This Empire is far from the monolith it likes to portray.
After the Star Destroyer fled, the Rebel commander asked the Ithorian to approach the Imperial Governor. It was to see if he was interested in joining the Alliance. As she is not officially a member of the Alliance, I was designated her "official" Alliance representative. The rest of the crew took us, through a series of hyperspace jumps. Can't have the Governor knowing exactly where we came from.
Despite their state of emergency, we were allowed to approach and land. Their defenses were not run by real professionals. Their poorly constructed space stations were clustered over the capitol city, leaving the rest of the planet exposed for invasion. Their flight groups were also not functioning at even close to Imperial norms. The Governor's forces were not Imperials. They appeared to be some sort of local militia.
After the Ithorian received the run around for awhile, she decided to bypass the usual routes to speak with the Governor. Instead, she chose to look into the military side of things. This meant communicating with the Sector Moff. We found out that he was under house arrest and managed to bluff our way in. The Moff was loyal to the Empire and clearly laid out for us the details of the Governor's attempt at a person fief.
While the Ithorian and I were in with the Moff, Jahjee decided to to take the others out for a ride. She took control of our land speeder and made it go "whee." When they returned, the law enforcement officers were waiting to arrest them. Word had gotten to the Governor of our side approach and he ordered us all arrested. Unbeknown to the rest of the group, this is what the Ithorian had been hoping for. Due to lack of knowledge, they defended themselves.
When the pounding came to the door of the Moff's house, I shoved the two of them into the kitchen. Not wishing to let the Moff see my blade, I armed myself with a large kitchen knife. I knock the one officer out who was on our floor and we fled in the land speeder with the others. We now had the local Governor/Warlord after us and an Imperial Moff in our custody. So much for the Rebels getting the Governor to join.
After a small confrontation with technicians on our ship, the Captain had me take flight control for the escape. Using my previously gleaned information about the defenses, I found us the safest route off the planet. The Zabrak took control of the ship's simple guns while the Captain ran the shields. The Moff watched us all commenting that "Senators' aides have all the fun." Surviving a small skirmish with fighter craft, we entered hyperspace.
During that aforementioned confrontation, the navi-computer was apparently damaged and we overshot our intended destination of Ord Mantell. We instead arrived, safely, at a more remote location. While awaiting the parts to repair the computer, another ship arrived. A bounty hunter minion of the Governor had tracked our hyperspace direction.
The Moff gave us detailed information on the man and his ship. It was decided to approach him when he was outside of his vessel, as it would be safer. Due to the Moff staying on our ship and refusing to go near the bounty hunter, I was able to be more free in my tactics. Jahjee sneaked out and scouted his location. He was in sniper position, ready shoot any of us that left the ship. I sneaked out and closed to engage him in melee. We caught him off guard and he panicked at the site of my blade. he managed to survive a couple of my blows and fled via jetpack. The Captain took the final shot to bring him down.
The local authorities were upset at our use of force. Reprimanding us, they confiscated the bounty hunter's body and ship. It had been my hope to turn him in for the 40,000 credit bounty he had on him and pay off the Captain's debt. So much for that plan.
We fixed the ship and dropped the Moff off at Ord Mantell. He was grateful and may be of some help in the future. With our return to the Rebels, they decided to use the chaos to their advantage. The Rebels want to raid the Governor for military supplies and a cruiser. I shared my knowledge and skills with them, to aid in the plans. The commander seemed pleased with what I provided.
After the planning phase, I was officially assigned to a fighter squadron as a pilot. Jahjee desperately wanted to be a pilot too. As her skills weren't up to their standards and the equipment modification would be messy, they assigned her as a Y-wing tail gunner. I removed her from another pilot's ship and placed her into mine. She would be safer with me.
After the Star Destroyer fled, the Rebel commander asked the Ithorian to approach the Imperial Governor. It was to see if he was interested in joining the Alliance. As she is not officially a member of the Alliance, I was designated her "official" Alliance representative. The rest of the crew took us, through a series of hyperspace jumps. Can't have the Governor knowing exactly where we came from.
Despite their state of emergency, we were allowed to approach and land. Their defenses were not run by real professionals. Their poorly constructed space stations were clustered over the capitol city, leaving the rest of the planet exposed for invasion. Their flight groups were also not functioning at even close to Imperial norms. The Governor's forces were not Imperials. They appeared to be some sort of local militia.
After the Ithorian received the run around for awhile, she decided to bypass the usual routes to speak with the Governor. Instead, she chose to look into the military side of things. This meant communicating with the Sector Moff. We found out that he was under house arrest and managed to bluff our way in. The Moff was loyal to the Empire and clearly laid out for us the details of the Governor's attempt at a person fief.
While the Ithorian and I were in with the Moff, Jahjee decided to to take the others out for a ride. She took control of our land speeder and made it go "whee." When they returned, the law enforcement officers were waiting to arrest them. Word had gotten to the Governor of our side approach and he ordered us all arrested. Unbeknown to the rest of the group, this is what the Ithorian had been hoping for. Due to lack of knowledge, they defended themselves.
When the pounding came to the door of the Moff's house, I shoved the two of them into the kitchen. Not wishing to let the Moff see my blade, I armed myself with a large kitchen knife. I knock the one officer out who was on our floor and we fled in the land speeder with the others. We now had the local Governor/Warlord after us and an Imperial Moff in our custody. So much for the Rebels getting the Governor to join.
After a small confrontation with technicians on our ship, the Captain had me take flight control for the escape. Using my previously gleaned information about the defenses, I found us the safest route off the planet. The Zabrak took control of the ship's simple guns while the Captain ran the shields. The Moff watched us all commenting that "Senators' aides have all the fun." Surviving a small skirmish with fighter craft, we entered hyperspace.
During that aforementioned confrontation, the navi-computer was apparently damaged and we overshot our intended destination of Ord Mantell. We instead arrived, safely, at a more remote location. While awaiting the parts to repair the computer, another ship arrived. A bounty hunter minion of the Governor had tracked our hyperspace direction.
The Moff gave us detailed information on the man and his ship. It was decided to approach him when he was outside of his vessel, as it would be safer. Due to the Moff staying on our ship and refusing to go near the bounty hunter, I was able to be more free in my tactics. Jahjee sneaked out and scouted his location. He was in sniper position, ready shoot any of us that left the ship. I sneaked out and closed to engage him in melee. We caught him off guard and he panicked at the site of my blade. he managed to survive a couple of my blows and fled via jetpack. The Captain took the final shot to bring him down.
The local authorities were upset at our use of force. Reprimanding us, they confiscated the bounty hunter's body and ship. It had been my hope to turn him in for the 40,000 credit bounty he had on him and pay off the Captain's debt. So much for that plan.
We fixed the ship and dropped the Moff off at Ord Mantell. He was grateful and may be of some help in the future. With our return to the Rebels, they decided to use the chaos to their advantage. The Rebels want to raid the Governor for military supplies and a cruiser. I shared my knowledge and skills with them, to aid in the plans. The commander seemed pleased with what I provided.
After the planning phase, I was officially assigned to a fighter squadron as a pilot. Jahjee desperately wanted to be a pilot too. As her skills weren't up to their standards and the equipment modification would be messy, they assigned her as a Y-wing tail gunner. I removed her from another pilot's ship and placed her into mine. She would be safer with me.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and Place
It has occurred to me that I am an oddity amongst my own people and even more so amongst the people I have found myself.
Due to my sensitivity to the Force and to see what the Human Zin had to teach, my parents allowed her to teach me her ways. She was unaware that her Order had been destroyed and assumed that she was teaching me against it's rules. It was made very clear to me, that we would both get into trouble for my training. I am the only one of my people with this sort of training. So, I am not a Jedi... despite having learned from a lone member of it.
Amongst my people, I am of House Nuruodo. This means that I am of the military caste and should be serving in the CEDF right now. I obviously am not. They did not know what to do with me, when it came time for my placement. My skills, abilities and weapon of choice were not something covered by the CEDF. As a result, I was given basic military training and allowed to pursue my own goals outside of the fleet structure. I decided to explore Zin's Republic.
Since coming to what I thought was the Republic, I have learned that Zin's Order was destroyed and their structure would not punish me. It's remaining members were too busy running for their lives. The new Empire didn't care what I called myself. To them I was a Force using, lightsaber wielding person who had not become Dark. This made me Jedi and it made me an enemy of the state. I must kill witnesses to my weapon and abilities, or earn an immediate bounty on my head. This has driven me to join the Alliance to Restore the Republic.
To the Rebels, I am happy just to be a pilot. Flying is something I enjoy and excel at. They are aware of my weapon, but nobody has made an issue of it. I do not share their political convictions or the need to "fight for my freedom." My personal freedom will come easily enough, by returning to the Ascendancy. I do not fight against the Empire. I fight against it's Sith masters. Zin was very clear that the Sith were a bad thing. When the Ithorian and I spoke with the Jedi, he was also very clear that the Empire was run by Sith. As long as the Rebels will have me, I will aid their cause.
My companions have largely ignored the "Jedi" label and just call me Lev, or in Jahjee's case "Shaman Lev with the magic sword." They are happy I can help defend them and don't treat me as "other." I cannot claim that dead Order's mantel as I have no real connection to it's traditions or history. Maybe if we find this Master who is supposed to receive the holocron currently riding in my pocket, he can decide if I am Jedi. Until then I am Ensign "Shaman" Lev of the Alliance to Restore the Republic, Y-wing pilot.
Due to my sensitivity to the Force and to see what the Human Zin had to teach, my parents allowed her to teach me her ways. She was unaware that her Order had been destroyed and assumed that she was teaching me against it's rules. It was made very clear to me, that we would both get into trouble for my training. I am the only one of my people with this sort of training. So, I am not a Jedi... despite having learned from a lone member of it.
Amongst my people, I am of House Nuruodo. This means that I am of the military caste and should be serving in the CEDF right now. I obviously am not. They did not know what to do with me, when it came time for my placement. My skills, abilities and weapon of choice were not something covered by the CEDF. As a result, I was given basic military training and allowed to pursue my own goals outside of the fleet structure. I decided to explore Zin's Republic.
Since coming to what I thought was the Republic, I have learned that Zin's Order was destroyed and their structure would not punish me. It's remaining members were too busy running for their lives. The new Empire didn't care what I called myself. To them I was a Force using, lightsaber wielding person who had not become Dark. This made me Jedi and it made me an enemy of the state. I must kill witnesses to my weapon and abilities, or earn an immediate bounty on my head. This has driven me to join the Alliance to Restore the Republic.
To the Rebels, I am happy just to be a pilot. Flying is something I enjoy and excel at. They are aware of my weapon, but nobody has made an issue of it. I do not share their political convictions or the need to "fight for my freedom." My personal freedom will come easily enough, by returning to the Ascendancy. I do not fight against the Empire. I fight against it's Sith masters. Zin was very clear that the Sith were a bad thing. When the Ithorian and I spoke with the Jedi, he was also very clear that the Empire was run by Sith. As long as the Rebels will have me, I will aid their cause.
My companions have largely ignored the "Jedi" label and just call me Lev, or in Jahjee's case "Shaman Lev with the magic sword." They are happy I can help defend them and don't treat me as "other." I cannot claim that dead Order's mantel as I have no real connection to it's traditions or history. Maybe if we find this Master who is supposed to receive the holocron currently riding in my pocket, he can decide if I am Jedi. Until then I am Ensign "Shaman" Lev of the Alliance to Restore the Republic, Y-wing pilot.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Rebels
While on Alderaan, we were hired to transport an unknown shipment to an unknown location. Very shady... The captain accepted the commission. We went to the designated pick up point. It was empty space, except there was a large freighter with several smaller freighters attached.
Once we docked with the "temporary space station," the identities of our employers became very clear. We were being hired to move some of the components needed for a starfighter factory, including some of the cannons for the starfighters. The people hiring us were far too earnest for a criminal network. The involvement of so many Alderaanians also made that world's allegiances clear. Along with our cargo, we brought on a "minder" named Mitch.
Our final destination was buried deep within an asteroid field and the captain was unsure of his ability to pilot us through such an obstacle. I volunteered to take on this task. The Force guided me through to the safety of our final destination. Apparently it had been a less then relaxing ride, as our captain had coiled himself almost completely around the base of the pilot's chair and his facial expression was not one of comfort. Mitch and the crew all just seemed relieved that we had made it. I don't notice such emotional things while focusing on the Force. Perhaps I should work on sensing such things.
We landed safely on the Rebel base within a valley on a large asteroid. The base commander approached the Ithorian and apologized for using her to transmit their message. This and the Ithorian's contact with the Jedi may explain the Inquisitor's interest in our vessel. The Rebels did their best to sell their cause and organization to our entire crew. The Ithorian has opted to not officially join, as she can do more within the Senate. Our captain wishes to remain an independent operator who takes jobs from the Rebels. The Eewuk didn't seem concerned either way. The Zabrak enthusiastically wanted to sign on the line. After clarifying that the Rebels didn't mind "religion" and that I was not representing my species, I did express interest.
Before anything could be clarified, an Imperial cruiser entered the area. My first instinct was that the Inquisitor had tracked us.
Once we docked with the "temporary space station," the identities of our employers became very clear. We were being hired to move some of the components needed for a starfighter factory, including some of the cannons for the starfighters. The people hiring us were far too earnest for a criminal network. The involvement of so many Alderaanians also made that world's allegiances clear. Along with our cargo, we brought on a "minder" named Mitch.
Our final destination was buried deep within an asteroid field and the captain was unsure of his ability to pilot us through such an obstacle. I volunteered to take on this task. The Force guided me through to the safety of our final destination. Apparently it had been a less then relaxing ride, as our captain had coiled himself almost completely around the base of the pilot's chair and his facial expression was not one of comfort. Mitch and the crew all just seemed relieved that we had made it. I don't notice such emotional things while focusing on the Force. Perhaps I should work on sensing such things.
We landed safely on the Rebel base within a valley on a large asteroid. The base commander approached the Ithorian and apologized for using her to transmit their message. This and the Ithorian's contact with the Jedi may explain the Inquisitor's interest in our vessel. The Rebels did their best to sell their cause and organization to our entire crew. The Ithorian has opted to not officially join, as she can do more within the Senate. Our captain wishes to remain an independent operator who takes jobs from the Rebels. The Eewuk didn't seem concerned either way. The Zabrak enthusiastically wanted to sign on the line. After clarifying that the Rebels didn't mind "religion" and that I was not representing my species, I did express interest.
Before anything could be clarified, an Imperial cruiser entered the area. My first instinct was that the Inquisitor had tracked us.
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Ancient Castle
We resolved our bounty hunter problem and discovered a whole new level of trouble in the same breath. Having accepted a commission to travel into the Unknown Regions, nowhere near the Ascendancy, we decided to leave the fellow on a world out of communications with Empire space. Our employers appeared to be relic hunters of some sort and they ignored our prisoner as part of our payment for the run.
During our hyperspace journey, I did manage to get the data retrieval device to work for me. It is a "holocron" that contains the knowledge of many Jedi. It is only accessible to those who touch the Force and had decided that I had gained enough knowledge to access it. The speaker's dialect was difficult to understand, but eventually the entire crew was able to decipher it.
After a brief encounter with kilometer long space whales, we dropped our paying guests off on an extremely remote world. They were hiking into an ancient castle. We decided to explore the rest of the world and find a habitable area for the bounty hunter. He was dropped with some supplies and weapons. We found an ancient craft of Republic origins that contains the bones of a Human, along with a few small trinkets of value. I handed those over to the Ithorian. There was a quick combat resulting in the Eewuk preparing a large quantity of meat.
When we returned to the pickup point, no passengers. Assuming that they had run into the hungry creatures we had encountered, we went up to the castle in search of them. Their camp was guarded by a lone "droid." (Droids are mechanical creatures built by this society to do their menial labor and perform specialized functions. Rather than ensuring that all people of all abilities have employment, they use machines. Again, it is a point of economics.) We found their crushed bodies in the castle, but outside of a sealed door. Crushed, not eaten... it was not the same animal. As the crushing looked like it was done by a weapon, it implied intelligence.
After retrieving the bodies, the captain went through their documentation to determine their real purpose for coming to this remote place. He quickly passed the information to me, saying it should interest me. It did. They were at this place to research a possible connection between Sith Lords and an ancient species that had lived upon their homeworld of Alderaan. The leader was a professor from that world, pursuing research forbidden by the Empire. As I had already given the brief explanation that Sith were "evil Jedi," he thought me best suited to decide our course of action.
With an Inquisitor chasing us, my only thought was the possibility that he could find this place and loot it for things useful to him. I could not allow this to happen, so encouraged the crew to explore the castle. I did add the idea that professor's university might pay a bonus for confirmation or elimination of the man's theories. Using the holocron, we were able to determine that the writing on the doors and walls were indeed Sith.
We opened the door where we had found the bodies. There was a large creature inside who began immediately insulting me and saying that what he had wasn't mine. It also claimed to be a Sith Lord. After a brief exchange of fire, the "Sith Lord's" body was felled. It's alchemy had weakened enough as to be almost no threat. There was a large chest which we managed to open. It contained a first generation lightsaber and a block of material called cortosis. The captain and crew allowed me to retain these things.
We left, took the captain's Hutt his payment, and returned to Alderaan. During our hyperspace journey, I disassembled and reassembled the ancient lightsaber. It was much simpler than my own. As the crystal would serve the university no purpose, I kept it. Unlike our last time, they thoroughly searched us and our vessel. It was standard investigation, since we were returning with the body of some of their citizens. I fully expected to be completely disarmed. They merely returned my blade to me; explaining that it was allowed on their world, but I should avoid "Imperials seeing my religious artifact." The university did pay a reward for the information and accepted my donation of the ancient weapon.
Alderaan may be one of the few places I can claim as safe for me.
During our hyperspace journey, I did manage to get the data retrieval device to work for me. It is a "holocron" that contains the knowledge of many Jedi. It is only accessible to those who touch the Force and had decided that I had gained enough knowledge to access it. The speaker's dialect was difficult to understand, but eventually the entire crew was able to decipher it.
After a brief encounter with kilometer long space whales, we dropped our paying guests off on an extremely remote world. They were hiking into an ancient castle. We decided to explore the rest of the world and find a habitable area for the bounty hunter. He was dropped with some supplies and weapons. We found an ancient craft of Republic origins that contains the bones of a Human, along with a few small trinkets of value. I handed those over to the Ithorian. There was a quick combat resulting in the Eewuk preparing a large quantity of meat.
When we returned to the pickup point, no passengers. Assuming that they had run into the hungry creatures we had encountered, we went up to the castle in search of them. Their camp was guarded by a lone "droid." (Droids are mechanical creatures built by this society to do their menial labor and perform specialized functions. Rather than ensuring that all people of all abilities have employment, they use machines. Again, it is a point of economics.) We found their crushed bodies in the castle, but outside of a sealed door. Crushed, not eaten... it was not the same animal. As the crushing looked like it was done by a weapon, it implied intelligence.
After retrieving the bodies, the captain went through their documentation to determine their real purpose for coming to this remote place. He quickly passed the information to me, saying it should interest me. It did. They were at this place to research a possible connection between Sith Lords and an ancient species that had lived upon their homeworld of Alderaan. The leader was a professor from that world, pursuing research forbidden by the Empire. As I had already given the brief explanation that Sith were "evil Jedi," he thought me best suited to decide our course of action.
With an Inquisitor chasing us, my only thought was the possibility that he could find this place and loot it for things useful to him. I could not allow this to happen, so encouraged the crew to explore the castle. I did add the idea that professor's university might pay a bonus for confirmation or elimination of the man's theories. Using the holocron, we were able to determine that the writing on the doors and walls were indeed Sith.
We opened the door where we had found the bodies. There was a large creature inside who began immediately insulting me and saying that what he had wasn't mine. It also claimed to be a Sith Lord. After a brief exchange of fire, the "Sith Lord's" body was felled. It's alchemy had weakened enough as to be almost no threat. There was a large chest which we managed to open. It contained a first generation lightsaber and a block of material called cortosis. The captain and crew allowed me to retain these things.
We left, took the captain's Hutt his payment, and returned to Alderaan. During our hyperspace journey, I disassembled and reassembled the ancient lightsaber. It was much simpler than my own. As the crystal would serve the university no purpose, I kept it. Unlike our last time, they thoroughly searched us and our vessel. It was standard investigation, since we were returning with the body of some of their citizens. I fully expected to be completely disarmed. They merely returned my blade to me; explaining that it was allowed on their world, but I should avoid "Imperials seeing my religious artifact." The university did pay a reward for the information and accepted my donation of the ancient weapon.
Alderaan may be one of the few places I can claim as safe for me.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Nashasil’ev’nuruodo and the Crew
The people I am traveling with are a diverse and interesting group. I have made passing mention of all of them, but thought I should enter more detail on each of them.
Kahechthan'svor "Than" (Sluissi Ship Captain)
The Sluissi, as a species, are reptilian. They have the lower body of a snake and their upper body resembles most humanoids. Their society is technologically advanced. They known for their extreme calm, patience and inability to become truly angry. Through their meticulous natures, they have become known in Republic/Empire space as excellent engineers.
Our captain's racial patience is most likely what causes him to let everyone remain aboard his vessel. He also exemplifies his species' meticulous nature when conducting repairs, sometimes to the frustration of others aboard the ship. The captain deviates from these standards in that he displays anger, quite frequently. His anger is understandable, considering the situations he finds himself in.
Koah Eeth (Zabrak Technician)
The Zabrak are similar in appearance and coloration to Humans. Their identifying feature would be the horns that sprout in a circle about their heads. As a species they are known for single minded determination and an independence of spirit. Other species see them as proud to the level of arrogance.
Our technician has been the cause of much of our trouble. Her goal is to remain alive, almost to the point of cowardice. She does not inform her captain of direct threats to his vessel, if she thinks it will get her removed from the ship by the captain. Her technical skill cannot be denied. Though, her methods and short cuts annoy the captain in the extreme.
Tomia (Ithorian Diplomat)
The Ithorians are roughly humanoid. They have two mouths, one the front and back of their necks. Their flesh resembles the trees they dwell amongst. As a species they are strict vegans and tend towards pacifism.
The diplomat is extremely polite, but rather bland in personality. She seems socially as well as physically passive. Despite this, she is more than capable of successful negotiations. She also appears to be allied with those that oppose the Imperial government.
Jahjee (Eewuk Warrior)
I do not have any racial generalities for Eewuks, having no knowledge or prior experience with the species. Our Eewuk is small, about waist height. She is covered in fur and has what can be called a "cute" appearance. Her species appears to be functioning at stone level technology. She has shown extreme curiosity and the ability to learn quickly.
Kahechthan'svor "Than" (Sluissi Ship Captain)
The Sluissi, as a species, are reptilian. They have the lower body of a snake and their upper body resembles most humanoids. Their society is technologically advanced. They known for their extreme calm, patience and inability to become truly angry. Through their meticulous natures, they have become known in Republic/Empire space as excellent engineers.
Our captain's racial patience is most likely what causes him to let everyone remain aboard his vessel. He also exemplifies his species' meticulous nature when conducting repairs, sometimes to the frustration of others aboard the ship. The captain deviates from these standards in that he displays anger, quite frequently. His anger is understandable, considering the situations he finds himself in.
Koah Eeth (Zabrak Technician)
The Zabrak are similar in appearance and coloration to Humans. Their identifying feature would be the horns that sprout in a circle about their heads. As a species they are known for single minded determination and an independence of spirit. Other species see them as proud to the level of arrogance.
Our technician has been the cause of much of our trouble. Her goal is to remain alive, almost to the point of cowardice. She does not inform her captain of direct threats to his vessel, if she thinks it will get her removed from the ship by the captain. Her technical skill cannot be denied. Though, her methods and short cuts annoy the captain in the extreme.
Tomia (Ithorian Diplomat)
The Ithorians are roughly humanoid. They have two mouths, one the front and back of their necks. Their flesh resembles the trees they dwell amongst. As a species they are strict vegans and tend towards pacifism.
The diplomat is extremely polite, but rather bland in personality. She seems socially as well as physically passive. Despite this, she is more than capable of successful negotiations. She also appears to be allied with those that oppose the Imperial government.
Jahjee (Eewuk Warrior)
I do not have any racial generalities for Eewuks, having no knowledge or prior experience with the species. Our Eewuk is small, about waist height. She is covered in fur and has what can be called a "cute" appearance. Her species appears to be functioning at stone level technology. She has shown extreme curiosity and the ability to learn quickly.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo, the Ithorian's Box and a Toilet Bounty Hunter
The Jedi had given the Ithorian a small box to give to a Master Odun. This box has become the sources of much curiosity within the crew. Apparently it has been making noise and moving about on it's own. This made the captain extremely nervous. Our Zabrak is a technician of some skill, so I asked her to break the box open. It is best that we know what it contains, just in case it is something that could endanger us.
Once the Zabrak opened it, we discovered several tubes and an octahedron. The tubes were containers of some sort and the octahedron was carved with designs and runes. The contents were passed around the entire group. I opened one of the tubes, to discover Ilum crystals. These are the extremely rare focusing component in a lightsaber.
The octahedron was some sort of data retrieval device. Nobody knew how to make it work. The only sign it made was to glow slightly in my hands. When I focused on it, a figure appeared calling me "Padawan" and telling me "No." Mildly irritating. This also gave me away to the crew as something more unusual than a soldier. Luckily, none of them knew what a Padawan was.
When we returned to the world where the captain had gotten his ship, we ran into new trouble. The bounty hunter who had been seeking the Zabrak found us there. She was outside and he stunned her. The Eewuk and I rushed out to find him kicking her prone body. He did not heed my request for her return and shot at me instead. Knowing that one more shot could kill me and ultimately her, I had to blow any chance of seeming mundane. The captain came out just in time to see me strike him with my blade and the Eewuk shoot him.
Due to the Eewuk talking to the Ithorian, the only member of the crew unaware of my weapon is the Zabrak. We left with the unconscious bounty hunter and Zabrak in tow. Nobody, but the Eewuk, has spoke of it to me. The Eewuk thinks it's the most amazing thing she has seen and wants one.
The bounty hunter awakened in hyperspace and we were able to ascertain that the entire problem was caused by the Zabrak's sister. Apparently, she is even more criminally aligned than my current companions. We are at a loss as to what to do with the bounty hunter now. He has seen my blade and knows who we all are. It also won't take long for him to learn of the Inquisitor's search for the Ithorian. According to Zin's teachings, killing him would take me towards the Dark. Letting him go would endanger my life and the lives of the other people on the ship. This has resulted in us having a prisoner.
On our current stop, I have found myself pretending to use the refresher during ship inspection. The bounty hunter got to observe the business end of my blaster pistol during our time in the refresher together. I don't think either of us consider it a bonding experience.
Once the Zabrak opened it, we discovered several tubes and an octahedron. The tubes were containers of some sort and the octahedron was carved with designs and runes. The contents were passed around the entire group. I opened one of the tubes, to discover Ilum crystals. These are the extremely rare focusing component in a lightsaber.
The octahedron was some sort of data retrieval device. Nobody knew how to make it work. The only sign it made was to glow slightly in my hands. When I focused on it, a figure appeared calling me "Padawan" and telling me "No." Mildly irritating. This also gave me away to the crew as something more unusual than a soldier. Luckily, none of them knew what a Padawan was.
When we returned to the world where the captain had gotten his ship, we ran into new trouble. The bounty hunter who had been seeking the Zabrak found us there. She was outside and he stunned her. The Eewuk and I rushed out to find him kicking her prone body. He did not heed my request for her return and shot at me instead. Knowing that one more shot could kill me and ultimately her, I had to blow any chance of seeming mundane. The captain came out just in time to see me strike him with my blade and the Eewuk shoot him.
Due to the Eewuk talking to the Ithorian, the only member of the crew unaware of my weapon is the Zabrak. We left with the unconscious bounty hunter and Zabrak in tow. Nobody, but the Eewuk, has spoke of it to me. The Eewuk thinks it's the most amazing thing she has seen and wants one.
The bounty hunter awakened in hyperspace and we were able to ascertain that the entire problem was caused by the Zabrak's sister. Apparently, she is even more criminally aligned than my current companions. We are at a loss as to what to do with the bounty hunter now. He has seen my blade and knows who we all are. It also won't take long for him to learn of the Inquisitor's search for the Ithorian. According to Zin's teachings, killing him would take me towards the Dark. Letting him go would endanger my life and the lives of the other people on the ship. This has resulted in us having a prisoner.
On our current stop, I have found myself pretending to use the refresher during ship inspection. The bounty hunter got to observe the business end of my blaster pistol during our time in the refresher together. I don't think either of us consider it a bonding experience.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and Being on the Run
The Eewuk proved to not be overly effective in the use of her own spear. Her size and physical strength were not sufficient to breach the armor of the Empire's soldiers. As it doe not take technological knowledge to fire a pistol, just the ability to aim. I taught her how to use one of the blaster pistols. I did have to remove the trigger guard, to allow her rather fuzzy fingers to fit. She is an apt pupil and will do well with firearms.
It didn't take too long for us to find out that the Empire was looking for our ship. It seems that an "Inquisitor" wanted to talk to the Ithorian. This made our already angry captain even more angry. I suppose that it is a good thing that our captain does not touch the Force. I need to study his species more to determine why he would keep us around, even though everyone except the Eewuk has endangered the ship.
We visited a very pleasant world, called Alderaan. The Ithorian took the Eewuk and I to the palace of the planet's government. During the social event there, she ascertained the identity of the Inquisitor. I was able to determine that he was the Dark man from the shopping mall. It also seems that my distant, adopted cousin has allied himself with the Empire. I was mistaken for him by both a General Riekeen and the planet's Princess. It did not take long to disabuse them of that idea. Though, my presence did seem to unnerve them.
The Ithorian has sought and received permission from the captain to remain aboard the ship, in exchange for her negotiating our cargo deals. The Eewuk remains with her.
It didn't take too long for us to find out that the Empire was looking for our ship. It seems that an "Inquisitor" wanted to talk to the Ithorian. This made our already angry captain even more angry. I suppose that it is a good thing that our captain does not touch the Force. I need to study his species more to determine why he would keep us around, even though everyone except the Eewuk has endangered the ship.
We visited a very pleasant world, called Alderaan. The Ithorian took the Eewuk and I to the palace of the planet's government. During the social event there, she ascertained the identity of the Inquisitor. I was able to determine that he was the Dark man from the shopping mall. It also seems that my distant, adopted cousin has allied himself with the Empire. I was mistaken for him by both a General Riekeen and the planet's Princess. It did not take long to disabuse them of that idea. Though, my presence did seem to unnerve them.
The Ithorian has sought and received permission from the captain to remain aboard the ship, in exchange for her negotiating our cargo deals. The Eewuk remains with her.
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo, Dead Bodies, Live Ones and Jedi
We managed to gain a cargo contract and get rid of our little problem in the refresher, all at once. Using the moving of cargo in and out of the ship, we moved the bodies out. They are now the problem of the municipal trash cleaners. There will be the smell of cleaning chemicals on the ship for weeks.
As we were preparing to leave the quarantined planet, a couple of the Imperial military's armored soldiers arrived... with two non-Humans in tow. The taller of the two was an Ithorian and some sort of Senate functionary and needed transport to our next stop. The smaller of the two was a technologically primitive tag along. The small one would be the first species I had not ever heard of that I would be traveling with. She called herself Eewuk.
As the captain was beginning his negotiations for the Ithorian's transport, the soldiers rushed out of the bay. I, being a curious sort, followed them. So far, I had only seen these soldiers travel with one of the Dark, frighten civilians, damage a shopping mall and fail at capturing one man with a lightsaber. I wanted to see the next show.
As soon as the soldiers finished setting a grenade charge, they backed into the corridor leading to our ship and ordered me onto the ship. I just stepped further back down the corridor, to watch what happened. The soldiers proved their inability to think on their feet when they turned and ignored me in favor of looking for their target. The Empire apparently doesn't encourage individual excellence. How do they determine promotions?
The target of the explosion wasn't felled by it. It was that same Human Jedi from the shopping mall. He was heading directly towards our docking bay and looked a little worse for wear. It was doubtful as to whether he would survive against the two soldiers. For someone of skill, intelligence and honor to fall to the likes of these machine-like men; would be a disgrace. I decided to make the fight more even. With the use of my blaster, I effectively removed one soldier from the combat with the Jedi. The Zabrak also stepped in and decided to weigh the odds against the soldiers.
After it was all done, the Jedi asked to speak with the Ithorian. Words and objects were exchanged. The Jedi actually claimed that the Empire was run by or allied with the Sith. Those are legends I remember from Zin. Those are not good legends in any way. It is even more pressing that the Ascendancy be made aware of the goings on within the Republic/Empire.
Our very angry captain took us from that world. As we were being scanned so thoroughly that my eyeballs vibrated, a message was sent from the planet. Someone had broken into the planet's government center and hijacked the Empire's communications system, the HoloNet. Apparently, a treaty had been signed officially declaring a Rebellion to Restore the Republic. The Empire was now in the midst of a civil war. Maybe this can distract them enough to give the Ascendancy time to prepare for the eventual invasion of our territory.
As we were preparing to leave the quarantined planet, a couple of the Imperial military's armored soldiers arrived... with two non-Humans in tow. The taller of the two was an Ithorian and some sort of Senate functionary and needed transport to our next stop. The smaller of the two was a technologically primitive tag along. The small one would be the first species I had not ever heard of that I would be traveling with. She called herself Eewuk.
As the captain was beginning his negotiations for the Ithorian's transport, the soldiers rushed out of the bay. I, being a curious sort, followed them. So far, I had only seen these soldiers travel with one of the Dark, frighten civilians, damage a shopping mall and fail at capturing one man with a lightsaber. I wanted to see the next show.
As soon as the soldiers finished setting a grenade charge, they backed into the corridor leading to our ship and ordered me onto the ship. I just stepped further back down the corridor, to watch what happened. The soldiers proved their inability to think on their feet when they turned and ignored me in favor of looking for their target. The Empire apparently doesn't encourage individual excellence. How do they determine promotions?
The target of the explosion wasn't felled by it. It was that same Human Jedi from the shopping mall. He was heading directly towards our docking bay and looked a little worse for wear. It was doubtful as to whether he would survive against the two soldiers. For someone of skill, intelligence and honor to fall to the likes of these machine-like men; would be a disgrace. I decided to make the fight more even. With the use of my blaster, I effectively removed one soldier from the combat with the Jedi. The Zabrak also stepped in and decided to weigh the odds against the soldiers.
After it was all done, the Jedi asked to speak with the Ithorian. Words and objects were exchanged. The Jedi actually claimed that the Empire was run by or allied with the Sith. Those are legends I remember from Zin. Those are not good legends in any way. It is even more pressing that the Ascendancy be made aware of the goings on within the Republic/Empire.
Our very angry captain took us from that world. As we were being scanned so thoroughly that my eyeballs vibrated, a message was sent from the planet. Someone had broken into the planet's government center and hijacked the Empire's communications system, the HoloNet. Apparently, a treaty had been signed officially declaring a Rebellion to Restore the Republic. The Empire was now in the midst of a civil war. Maybe this can distract them enough to give the Ascendancy time to prepare for the eventual invasion of our territory.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and the Jedi
The Empire says there is a Jedi loose on the world where the ship was almost hijacked. I have seen the Jedi. He swears and runs very fast. His blade is blue, unlike my own. The Empire also seems to specifically ally themselves with those that Zin called Dark. The man chasing the Jedi wielded the Force and had the yellowed eyes of one who has been consumed by his baser urges.
The Ascendancy must be made aware of a dangerous, expansionist, hater of non-Humans society on it's doorstep. I agree with my cousin in one thing, we must stay aware of our neighbors and be vigilant against new threats.
We have been quarantined on the world, due to the Jedi. For any ship to leave it must undergo extensive scanning... and we have several dead hijackers hidden in our refresher.
The Ascendancy must be made aware of a dangerous, expansionist, hater of non-Humans society on it's doorstep. I agree with my cousin in one thing, we must stay aware of our neighbors and be vigilant against new threats.
We have been quarantined on the world, due to the Jedi. For any ship to leave it must undergo extensive scanning... and we have several dead hijackers hidden in our refresher.
Nashil'ev'nuruodo and the Crime Freighter
Luckily, I didn't float for too long before I was found. A small freighter captained by a Sluissi and crewed by a Zabrak rescued me. They didn't attempt take anything from me and were very polite, even though neither of them could pronounce my name. I have to let them use my core name, as it's less painful to hear.
It didn't take long for me to discover that these two weren't exactly legitimate operators. Shortly after I was picked up, they made a hasty entry into hyperspace to avoid a bounty hunter who was looking for the Zabrak. This fact had apparently been unknown to the captain, as he was rather upset with the Zabrak for it.
I also learned that the "Grand Republic" was gone and had been replaced by an Empire. This Empire was run by Humans and for Humans. It seems the non-Human races are being marginalized by this new, more militaristic society. The Jedi have also been completely outlawed and it seems this Empire may lump me in with them.
When we made our first stop; the captain didn't ask me to leave his vessel, so I just stayed on board. Small cargo haulers operating on the fringe of society might provide me with a wider perspective than traveling on my own.
I also entered my first combat on the captain's behalf. In one of his legitimate shipments, someone had hidden some sort of highly illegal substance. Rather than picking it up in the shipment, they decided to try to take the shipment and the ship. As they had opened fire upon us and were intending on killing the entire crew (which they labeled me), my only choice was to eliminate the threat.
I now own a "blaster" pistol. It seems similar to a charric except it is less damaging and has greater range. The weapons here also come with a stun setting standard. Odd.
It didn't take long for me to discover that these two weren't exactly legitimate operators. Shortly after I was picked up, they made a hasty entry into hyperspace to avoid a bounty hunter who was looking for the Zabrak. This fact had apparently been unknown to the captain, as he was rather upset with the Zabrak for it.
I also learned that the "Grand Republic" was gone and had been replaced by an Empire. This Empire was run by Humans and for Humans. It seems the non-Human races are being marginalized by this new, more militaristic society. The Jedi have also been completely outlawed and it seems this Empire may lump me in with them.
When we made our first stop; the captain didn't ask me to leave his vessel, so I just stayed on board. Small cargo haulers operating on the fringe of society might provide me with a wider perspective than traveling on my own.
I also entered my first combat on the captain's behalf. In one of his legitimate shipments, someone had hidden some sort of highly illegal substance. Rather than picking it up in the shipment, they decided to try to take the shipment and the ship. As they had opened fire upon us and were intending on killing the entire crew (which they labeled me), my only choice was to eliminate the threat.
I now own a "blaster" pistol. It seems similar to a charric except it is less damaging and has greater range. The weapons here also come with a stun setting standard. Odd.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and Drifting
Why would the entirety of the Zin's Grand Republic be deadly dangerous to me? That feeling only happens when something is extremely dangerous to me. The Force doesn't tell me when my field buddy is about to get blasted, just me. Though, it could be a general danger. What kind of general danger would cover entire sectors of space?
Did the Republic find out about Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo's incident? Zin didn't mention anything about the Republic going to immediate war over things. Has a war between the Republic and the Ascendancy started while I was in hyperspace? I know my hyperdrive was slow, but it can't possibly be that slow. Zin gave me the impression that her Republic's government spent more time debating issues in committee than actually accomplishing anything.
Now I am very curious...
Did the Republic find out about Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo's incident? Zin didn't mention anything about the Republic going to immediate war over things. Has a war between the Republic and the Ascendancy started while I was in hyperspace? I know my hyperdrive was slow, but it can't possibly be that slow. Zin gave me the impression that her Republic's government spent more time debating issues in committee than actually accomplishing anything.
Now I am very curious...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Nashasil'ev'nuruodo and Danger Everywhere!
So there I was being bored, sailing through hyperspace on my way to the Core of Zin's Grand Republic... I woke up from a catnap in a panic, completely sure that if I kept my current heading I would die. It was rather like my own personal klaxon going off in my head. It kept screaming "DON'T GO THAT WAY!!"
I was a complete idiot and changed my course mid-trip. Now, I'm paying for that poor decision. I came out of hyperspace and wasn't destroyed by some nebulous danger. I'm just floating in the middle of nowhere and my ship's systems are completely fried. Life support, my emergency beacon and the comm seem to be the only systems functioning. I guess I can thank the Force for small miracles.
Now, let's just hope that I'm found by someone who doesn't want to kill or enslave me.
I was a complete idiot and changed my course mid-trip. Now, I'm paying for that poor decision. I came out of hyperspace and wasn't destroyed by some nebulous danger. I'm just floating in the middle of nowhere and my ship's systems are completely fried. Life support, my emergency beacon and the comm seem to be the only systems functioning. I guess I can thank the Force for small miracles.
Now, let's just hope that I'm found by someone who doesn't want to kill or enslave me.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Nashasil’ev’nuruodo and Hyperspace
This vessel may be serviceable, but it is extremely small. In my concern to have survival supplies and other needed material, I forgot the simple requirement of time occupation. My own thoughts stopped being interesting after the first cycle. Zin's meditations have helped some, but I am honestly bored and uncomfortable. Here's to hoping for a nice walk, a clean refresher and maybe a stiff drink on the other end of this journey.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Nashasil’ev’nuruodo and the Grand Republic
Before she died, Zin Kao told many stories about her Grand Republic. Unlike the Ascendancy, her Republic has many species that co-exist within it. This society is based upon economics rather than caste, which is very different then my own. Those who are not born into one of the Great Houses gets placed into a caste associated with a House, based on their aptitude. If you are born into a Great House and show no aptitude, you have a name and nothing more. For your rank to be based on money and not skill, is odd.
As I travel amongst them, I can only hope that my lack of Republic identification does not cause too much difficulty. From the corruption and chaos she described, their society has a very large underground. It is amongst these people that I shall most likely spend the majority of my time. This is probably for the best. I do not want to cause their Senate to think I am spying for invasion, nor do I want to run afoul of their Jedi. Zin said I should be careful of them, as my training was not sanctioned by their Council. There is also the unfortunate incident between Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo and a Jedi expedition. Should the Republic and Jedi find out, a Chiss of House Nuruodo would not be exactly popular.
The CEDF has issued me a ship for my exploration. It is an older vessel that was retired from active service with the picket fleets, but it is still serviceable. Before he was exiled, Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo had entered data into the Expeditionary Library that he had gathered from the K'rell'n smugglers. This included some star charts. As I prepare my hyperspace calculations, may the Force guide me and keep me from immediate danger.
As I travel amongst them, I can only hope that my lack of Republic identification does not cause too much difficulty. From the corruption and chaos she described, their society has a very large underground. It is amongst these people that I shall most likely spend the majority of my time. This is probably for the best. I do not want to cause their Senate to think I am spying for invasion, nor do I want to run afoul of their Jedi. Zin said I should be careful of them, as my training was not sanctioned by their Council. There is also the unfortunate incident between Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo and a Jedi expedition. Should the Republic and Jedi find out, a Chiss of House Nuruodo would not be exactly popular.
The CEDF has issued me a ship for my exploration. It is an older vessel that was retired from active service with the picket fleets, but it is still serviceable. Before he was exiled, Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo had entered data into the Expeditionary Library that he had gathered from the K'rell'n smugglers. This included some star charts. As I prepare my hyperspace calculations, may the Force guide me and keep me from immediate danger.
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