Slee's Ship Journal #3

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My scales are shaking with anger at the Empire… they just CANNOT leave us alone! I can only hope these parts we're carrying for the rebels can be used to strike a blow at those Imp scum.

Right, deep hiss… and out. Caslisse, it's been quite a day again (there are a lot of those lately, aren't there?). We got to the cliff Keva was leading us towards (after he'd come clean about tracking a signal there – sure, we needed to get out of town but we knew he had to have more of a reason to be so specific in his suggestion), and shortly after Keva's datapad chimed with an incoming message. Not that he shared any of it with us - always a compulsive paranoid! Whether it was the message or his hearing I don't know, but a split second later he was ducking before Jinx or I even heard the speederbikes approaching.

Stormtroopers. Wonderful. “Nobody move!” I tried to convince them we were just some pathetic aliens out on a camping trip, but I still need to work on my lying it seems. They came right up and tried to handcuff me! That was NOT happening, so I pretend to stumble and slipped out of their grasp.

“They're resisting, take them down!” Frak.

Keva quickly shrunk into a non-threatening stance and asked what they wanted - we weren't interested in fighting!

“You're under arrest by order of Captain Grayson!” Double frak.

Keva had apparently heard enough and dived back behind the bushes (thanks buddy) and then started shooting at the troopers RIGHT BESIDE ME! (thanks AGAIN) I hissed out a few choice words as I threw myself to the side, the blaster fire barely missing my head and hitting the trooper who'd tried to cuff me. He did NOT look happy now.

Jinx didn't look happy either - as he tried to attack the Imps still by their bikes, sparks flew from his hand and seemed to blow the troopers' weapons out of their hands. Nicely done, but not the result Jinx seemed to have wanted.

An explosion rocked the clearing – did that trooper just throw a grenade into the midst of everyone?! Perhaps the Empire is its own worst enemy… though JInx's vamblades serve the purpose as well, based on the torso-less trooper head that rolled past my tail moments later.

Right, this was ENOUGH! Abuse of power, unwillingness to talk, unprovoked violence… FINE! We will ALL play that game then! I shouted a near-incomprehensible torrent of invective and started firing wildly into the bushes the remaining troopers had jumped behind, their quickly-silenced screams telling me we wouldn't be bothered by those Imps again.

I took a few moments to calm down and then walked over to Jinx (the gentle tapping sounds of Keva on his datapad wafting over from a nearby bush), patching up his wounds a bit. A quick survey of the speederbikes revealed their tracking devices, which I quickly disconnected as Keva came out telling us “We need to go, others are coming!” I started to ask how he knew that, but a second look at his face told me enough – we did need to go. Jinx wasn't so sure, but a quick promise to tell him what was going on once we were clear seemed to settle his mind.

While Keva continued to type away (I thought we needed to go?!), Jinx and I tossed the troopers' bodies over the cliff, followed by the tracking devices - hopefully that'd fool their command into thinking they'd crashed over the edge. We started prepping the bikes to leave when Keva piped up again, this time telling us we should stay put.

“What?! Make up your mind!” Well, apparently, looooove is what made up his mind… well, that and some seemingly-legit assurances we wouldn't be followed further. And if we can ever get off this rock, Keva is… getting married?! That odd thought's been running through my mind the entire time we've been setting up camp for the night… please don't let it give me nightmares!
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Good to be back on a ship… I much prefer the smell of spanner grease to thumper dung. And the sight of the Star Destroyers leaving the system as we made our way back to town this morning was quite the relief as well… I guess this Fyr character held up her (or so Keva hopes… ha!) side of the bargain.

Not so good: some dirt-encrusted urchin stole my gun! A swarm of kids surrounded me when we arrived in town, using the cover of cleaning up a toppled cart to rifle through my belongings. And Jinx & Keva bailed in the middle of the chaos, chasing who-knows-what! They did come back in time for me to holler at Jinx to chase down the little Twilek girl I'm sure had my gun, but somehow he lost track of her. Sure, all my money and other stuff is still here, but I'd put uncounted hours into saving up for and then modding that gun… I'd started to grow attached to it. Hah, can you believe that, sister?! Me, attached to a gun?!

Also not-so-good: AD-97 is missing. He's not in the oil bath we'd left him lounging in a few days ago, and all there are is some greasy footprints leading out of the ship. Given his personality and the… unfriendliness… of this planet towards droids, I fear this won't end well.

So now I've volunteered to stay here on the ship while Jinx & Keva track down some “Sleeko” character, who Fyr claims might know something about who has my gun. I'm going to try and get this hyperdrive inhibitor installed as soon as possible - I'm ready to get off this planet and get back to looking for you.
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And now the night watch thinks me a cowardly buffoon. Lovely. At least it wasn't anything more dangerous than a swarm of mynocks banging around outside the ship, eating up the speederbike cables (always something new to fix, blast it!)
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I'm worried that the other might have ran into something much more dangerous than mynocks. I took a break from working on the hyperdrive around 02:00 this morning and tried comming them - no answer. Needing a break anyhow, I head out and quietly ask around for Sleeko - time to go bar-hopping, it seemed. At least this one was well-attended by aliens, and no Imps to be seen!

Sleeko, however, was already inebriated to Rancor-stupidity levels - he just kept yelling “Hey hissy! Buy me a drink, I'll show you where your friend went!” Finally I gave in, but he was insulted by my bid to buy him something weak so he didn't completely pass out. I should have known the ensuing directions would be incomprehensible – that guy was in no shape to navigate. Several wrong turns and near-misses with shady-looking characters later, I had to give it up. I only hope to hear better news when I awake in the morning.
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(Slee took a fair bit of abuse, but has started to learn to cope with it better. Added another rank of “Durable” talent. He also had to rely a bit more on his muscles than his mind this time around, especially during the mynock attack. Added 1 rank to “Athletics”.)