A Law Enforcement hacker from the planet Lo'kam searching for the instigator of the mine massacre. She has short cropped, blond hair, is in great physical condition, and has a symbolic tattoo on her upper left bicep.
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Brawl (Br) | |||
Gunnery (Ag) | |||
Melee (Br) | |||
Ranged (Light) (Ag) | |||
Ranged (Heavy) (Ag) | |||
Astrogation (Int) | |||
Athletics (Br) | |||
Charm (Pr) | |||
Coercion (Will) | |||
Computers (Int) | |||
Cool (Pr) | 0 | ||
Coordination (Ag) | |||
Deception (Cun) | |||
Discipline (Will) | 0 | ||
Leadership (Pr) | |||
Mechanics (Int) | |||
Medicine (Int) | |||
Negotiation (Pr) | |||
Perception (Cun) | 1 | ||
Piloting (Planetary) (Ag) | |||
Piloting (Space) (Ag) | |||
Resilience (Br) | |||
Skulduggery (Cun) | 2 | ||
Stealth (Ag) | |||
Streetwise (Cun) | |||
Survival (Cun) | |||
Vigilance (Will) | |||
Core Worlds (Int) | |||
Education (Int) | |||
Lore (Int) | |||
Outer Rim (Int) | |||
Underworld (Int) | |||
Xenology (Int) | |||
Xenology (Int) |
MerrsonIon Blaster
Ranged Light — Short Range
After Prologue
I visited Stave again today. Don't know why I bother. Nothing ever changes. He just sits in that room with the busted bulbs, holding his knees, staring at the wall. God, it pains me to see him like that. The doctors are so useless. All they want to do is wait and see what happens. Waiting hasn't done anything. I wish there was something I could do. This waiting is driving me crazy! I might have to check into that place with Stave. Maybe we could share a room, split the costs or something.
After Chapter 1
Was called out with Carter's squad to some kind of attack at Pacnorval. High level defence plans were being jeopardised by a sophisticated threat. We responded and Carter was immediately over his head, like usual. Whoever was behind the attack was able to completely shut out the (paltry) security and had complete control over the building. Luckily I was there and was able to get the systems up and running without any bloodshed or brutality.
We quickly located the alien in the vault and sent forces to bring her in. Slippery bugger slipped through their fingers and got away with a datapad filled with intellectual property. Meera Slank, the head of the division, found out about my superior slicer skills and commissioned me to investigate personally.
The datapad was pretty high-end. Astroserver tech. Comes with a feature that, when activated, will ping off of any Astroserver waypoints whenever in proximity. Naturally I turned the feature on. All I need to do now is wait for them to access the files and I'll start receiving my trail of bread crumbs. In the meantime, I'll head down to the spaceport and see if I can find any trace of a Camassi, a Zeltron and an R2 unit travelling together.
After Chapter 2
No trace of the thieves. This would be so much easier if Meera would just tell me what they were doing in the building in the first place. The security guard who admitted them said they were couriers, but there must be more to the story than that. Meera is silent on the topic, but I was able to get the canister they delivered to him out of Evidence. Doesn't seem that special to me. Why the cover up?
Whatever. He's the one paying me. It can't be that important or he would have said something about it.
After Intersession 2
Finally got a hit! The datapad was accessed in deep space not too far from a planet called Silas. Meera's supplied me with access to a personal starskipper which I think I'll need to sign out. I'm heading to Silas, and will hopefully get a couple more pings from the datapad before I get there.
After Chapter 3
The pings got very thick on GR-8, which was just my luck, since Astroserver has a headquarters there. I was able to track the thieves down to a warehouse in Blanal; a droid temp agency of all places. Sure enough, a package was delivered there just 2 days earlier in the midst of some chaos. The thieves had woo'ed a receptionist and sliced into her computer and stolen some routine files to cloud their activity. Then while the Zeltron delivered the package, the droid disguised itself as a member of the work force and tried to infiltrate a load of droids heading to an air force base. His serial number was scanned and he was discovered just in time. The two of them left shortly thereafter. No sign of the Camassi. I alerted local authorities to her description though. She's probably lurking in the shadows somewhere, working on another plan. In the meantime, I'm going do a search on this serial number and see if I can learn anything about these fiends.
After Intersession 3
I can't believe this. Of all the droids in the galaxy for me to be searching for… Is this the Force?
I checked and re-checked and re-re-checked the data, and it lines up. The droid thief I'm searching for is Stave's missing R2 mine unit. This changes everything. This isn't just about getting Meera's datapad back anymore. I need to find this bugger and get some answers from it! I need to know what happened. It either knows what happened, or the data is locked away in its memory banks somewhere. I need to get a closer look.
I guess the scary reality I need to face is that this unit might have been responsible for the attack on the mine that left so many dead and dying. In which case, I need to tread so carefully. I better make sure I'm properly prepared.
Before Chapter 4
Ok, everything is in place. I won't risk making a move on them on their ship. I need to get them into neutral territory.
I used the delivery canister of Meera's and some of his contacts to forge a delivery to Aeza on Waloviska Superior for our little “couriers”. I'll tail them, posing as a reporter, and make a move to get alone with them. When that happens, I'll make the droid hand over the datapad and tell me what happened in Stave's mine.
One thing that bothers me is the Zeltron. How is he wrapped up in all of this? From the surveillance footage I've seen, he seems completely in league with the R2 unit, and yet neither of their mannerisms are that of homicidal maniacs. Maybe I'm missing some pieces to the puzzle. Or maybe he is.