Kai's Journal #3
Holojournal Entry #3 (circa 2 BBY)
Once we returned to our ship after leaving the Hutt's fortress, we found AD-87 awake and functioning. When I asked him about it, he said that he shut himself down for maintenance, and while he was down there was some kind of feedback loop error that he finally repaired. Still sounds suspicious, but at least we're all together again!
As we traveled to Gavos, I started thinking about what my Uncle Garm did for me, and my debt to him. I owe my life to him, as the Imperials are well-known for cracking down on political dissension, and I don't know that anyone else escaped from the demonstration. I really enjoy this motley crew of adventurers that has come together, and I decided to tell them my true identity. Kai Drall is actually Kai Bel Iblis… but I'm not sure they understand the import of my family. It's not like the former Republic's politicians paid much attention to the Outer Rim - this Core-centric philosophy may have contributed to the rise of the Galactic Empire in the first place.
In any case, I told them that my uncle (I didn't bother explaining that technically he's my mother's cousin) is the great Garm Bel Iblis, Corellia's charismatic Senator and one of most vocal opponents of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. I'm not sure that Keva or Slee had ever heard of him before. I was hoping for a gasp or something… oh well. I mentioned that he essentially saved my life, and that I feel that I need to pay him back when the opportunity arises. I know he's been talking about a Corellian Resistance military group. I didn't mention the protest about Mon Mothma - I'll see what they do about the Bel Iblis information first. I THINK I know my companions, but out here you never quite know. We all have our secrets. At least AD-87 has my back!
When we arrived at Gavos, we tried hailing the planet with no success, only static. I asked Slee to scan the planet, and it turns out to be a nasty place - thick toxic atmosphere, super-strong winds, but with lifeforms and operational electronic systems in a calm centre around the mines. So we headed for the calm portion of the planet and landed on a pad built into a sheer rock face. Thankfully there was a pressure curtain keeping out the atmosphere and we were able to enter the facilities.
The Durasteel doors opened, and Keva immediately noticed scorch-marks on the wall, chest-high. I suppose for him that would be level with his head. We cautiously entered a nice lobby with a dejarik table - it's been eons since I played dejarik! Korin and Jacen were pretty bad players, but I taught them as much as I could. Not that it matters anymore…
It was quiet. No movement, no one to greet us. We briefly split up, Slee & Keva checking out the secretary's office while 87 and I tried to open some doors. They were both locked, so after knocking, 87 burst one open with brute force. I need to remember not to tease him, ever. By the time we were through Keva & Slee were back, having closed the pad doors. “A half-finished solitaire game on the console, with something spilled on the ground - looks like someone left in a hurry”, they commented. With Keva scouting down the corridor, we checked several refreshers. The last one shocked us - a dead Trandoshan, obviously shot at close range. We left him there, not sure what to do.
We investigated the Rec Room next. Not much there, and it looked like it hadn't been used in a while. I slipped an old Sabacc deck into my robes since it was clearly not being used - I have a feeling we won't be paid for this job either, the way it's turning out. May as well get some recompense. Who knows, maybe this is a lucky deck that will help cover our expenses at the next cantina! Nothing else of note in this room, just a vulgar poster of a female Trandoshan - no one seemed to want to bring it to the ship.
We checked out the sleeping quarters down the hall, and it was all empty until we came to the end of the hallway and entered a much nicer room. It had a receiving room with an adjoining bedroom as well as a private refresher. We found a polished chrome droid lying in the middle of the room with a restraining bolt in place. Slee handily removed it, pocketing the device for later, and activated the droid. 3D-4K is an admin droid, and appeared to have been shut down before the situation exploded here - no memory of any violence, and all it could recall is that it was planning on meeting another droid here in the Chief's office. EV-83, the supervisor droid. We interrogated 3D further about the denizens of the facility and what the situation is here. It sounds like the facilities are being run on a tight budget, and the workers are being pushed hard. There were issues with the mining, and the droid mentioned something about having to delve deeper for the oridium. It's sounding to me like we won't be bringing back the 100,000 credits to the Hutt. Marv Maray, the Chief around here, was nowhere to be found, so we took 3D with us and headed to the galley.
The door was locked, and 3D didn't have a key, so 87 came to the rescue again and kicked down the door. We were shocked to see 4 dead humans. Shot at close range at the table. The chef droid was busy in the immaculately clean kitchen, making breakfast and seemingly unaware. I think he's in shock, or just very focused on food. 13 identified the humans as workers, and seemed as disturbed as we were. We tried questioning the cook, but he was not at all helpful, so we decided to just leave the grisly, disturbing scene and check out the unexplored area out back.
We came to a closed door off a side hallway, and [data corruption… remaining entry is encrypted…]
