A star system is a big place. With the ability to travel through hyperspace, one tends to think about space on a much larger scale. However, even within the orbit of a single star, perhaps only a few light hours across, there is a large amount of empty space.

The Mirial system was far from important in many ways. It is off the Hydian Way, far enough that traders bypass it. Ships bound for its inhabited planets tend to arrive close to the star, in astronomical terms. The outskirts of the system see little traffic.

There is a ring of asteroids drifting in relative serenity around the system. The stones range from microscopic to near-planetary, but they are all airless and uninhabited. No one goes near them except en route somewhere else.

Today the belt has more visitors than usual. Eight starfighters and a freighter are resting on a large asteroid as it hurtles through space. The fighters are X-wings marked with the red symbol of the Rebel Alliance. They are speaking via tight-band radio comms, and only infrequently.

The newly-gathered Beta team is aboard a scavenged light freighter. The Rebel engineers have repaired it to flight-worthy status, if not much past that. They have added guns and shields to make it serviceable in combat, although it's no gunship. The mission requires a cargo bay, however, so you're stuck with it.

A tight-beam transmission comes from Red squadron leader. It's a recorded message, which you play.

"Team, we're expecting the first target to enter the system any minute now. Let's make sure we're all on the same page.

"The Empire and the Corporate Sector Authority are going to be using this system to conduct an exchange. The Rebel Alliance needs supplies, and putting strain on the relationship between the CSA and the Empire is a bonus.

"We don't know who's going to arrive first. Whoever it is, the same plan applies. Red Squadron and the freighter engage fighter escorts and disable at least one transport vessel. We'll leave choice of targets to you, but decide quickly. Once we've established Space Superiority, the next phase of the plan begins.

"Red squadron will keep the area secure and eliminate any additional hostiles. The freighter will dock with the disabled vessel. The crew will go aboard with a view to Resource Acquisition. Likely there will be more cargo than we can take, so you'll have to use your judgement once you're on board.

"Those are the primary objectives for the boarding party. There are additional secondary objectives to pursue at your discretion."

At this point a holo appears.

Mission Objectives:

Primary:
Space Superiority: Destroy or Disable all military vessels. Disable at least one cargo transport vessel.
Resource Acquisition: Enter the disabled cargo transport vessel. Transfer the most valuable cargo onto the smuggler freighter.
Secondary:
Combat Victory: Subdue the crew and any security.
Intelligence: Do a rip-slice of the ship’s computer
Personnel: No fatalities or injuries that result in time lost for recuperation.
Political Support: Leave distinctive Rebel markings on the vessel. Use the ship’s communications systems to broadcast a pre-recorded message to the system.
Tech-Procurement: Secure any prototype technology or blueprints
Support: Fulfill as many objectives as possible.

"We're going to try to wrap this up as quickly as possible, before the other party to the trade gets here. If they arrive before we're ready to leave, we'll hold them off until the ship is loaded. Then we make for the system's edge, and jump to hyperspace.  Aim for the pre-arranged rendezvous."

If Red Leader is right, you have a few minutes to make any final preparations.
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Jess drew a shuddering breath of anxiety and double checked that her blasters were both fully charged and in working order. She snugged the black leather jacket tight, lined with synthetic meshes it was the closest thing to armour she had. The heavy blaster slapped against her hip, its much smaller counterpart was tucked into a fold in her boot, concealed but if needed she could have it out handily. She hoped that the traders were the first to show up and any hired mercenaries valued their lives more than a handful of credits....

Zakharo checked his rifle over again. There wasn´t much to do while the freighter was enroute to their hopefully soon-to-be disabled ship. He was excited and anxious at the same time like every time he´d been sent on a mission. But that only made him feel alive. He waited at the entrance/exit to where the freighter would be docking with the enemy vessel. He would probably be one of the first to enter the vessel so he checked his rifle for the fourth time in 20 minutes. 'Scope clean and calibrated. Power pack at full charge. Stock extended and locked. Safety is on so remember it when the time comes.' Zakharo thought to himself. He had also had a vibrosword for close combat but the last mission completely destroyed it so now he only had a combat knife that a friend lend him. But that was better than nothing.

Zev was in his element behind the controls of the freighter. He rather be in one of those gorgeous X-wings, but he’s a team player so as long as their thwarting the Empire’s plans, he was more than happy to do his part. The freighter was a little persnickety, but he was handling it alright for now. He checked out the ship’s scanners again, hoping to be the first to catch their arrival in system.

Zev wasn’t too sure about name of this freighter. “The Siren’s Call” seemed to be a little ominous for the task at hand...

In the copilot's seat of the frieghter, Seku shifts back and forth in an attempt to make the chair spin. The chair wasn't designed to spin however, so it just rocks back and forth a little as the Twi'lek moves her weight on it. It isn't entirely clear that the chair is supposed to rock as much as it does, but the freighter isn't in the best shape so maybe that's to be expected.

Seku is wearing a nondescript leather jacket over a loose shirt, a pair of durable pants, and combat boots. The jacket has epaulets that give it a vaguely naval aesthetic. Combined with the bright red sash she has tied about her waist, she thinks she looks the part of the dashing pirate which is in keeping with today's mission. There are no obvious weapons on her person although she did briefly toy with the idea of trying to borrow a vibrosword from someone in order to really pull the whole look together.

With a sigh, she looks over at the Duros pilot: Zev Barris. There was enough time to get to know everyone on this new team at a cursory level while the engineers fixed up the freighter and in the time they've been parked out on this rock waiting for their prey to arrive, but she still doesn't feel like she knows any of her teammates. "So just as a disclaimer, I'm not exactly much of a pilot. I'm mostly sitting up here to operate the comms once we've disabled the ship. If you need me to do anything else, feel free to... uh, point it out." She smiles at the Duros before twisting her head around to take a look into the back of the ship and the others.

Looking at Jess that´s with him in the cargo hold. "Let's try to do this with as much precision as we can muster, yeah? I'd much rather shoot to incapacitate than to kill." he said. "But if it comes down to us or them, make sure it's us on top, yeah?" Zakharo grins.

"Setting my blaster to stunning." She primped her air and then playfully waved a dismissive hand at him. After a moment, her smile faded and she looked at him directly. "I'm a spy not a soldier, if I can get what is needed without a whiff of violence then my mission is successful. If I could arrange it, they wouldn't know anything was missing until we were halfway across the galaxy." 

 The Twi'lek's admission that she wasn't much of a pilot wasn't very comforting to Zev.
"Ah, ok. Just don't go messing with anything out of boredom. I'll tell you when and if I need you to do anything."
Zev smiled at the red-skinned Twi'lek just the same.
"Still nice to be working with you. New to the Rebellion?"

"Oh I whole heartedly agree. Mission success without firing a shot and never in the crosshairs of the target is always optimal." he replies seriously. "Sadly, this is not one of those opportunities where everyone is looking at a holonovel or sleeping on duty. This is one of those missions where we hit them hard and hit them fast and hopefully they won't know what hit them."

"Tell you what! If you can talk them into giving up without a fight, then that would be the best for all involved." he finishes with a grin.

Jess shrugged."Or Seku, she's the diplomat."

Seku shakes her head. "I'm new to the Alliance, but not the fight against the Empire. I've been fighting the Empire basically since it came into existence, I just used to do it back home." Her smile becomes a bit strained at the mention of 'home'. "It's nice to be working with you too. Everyone here is pretty different from what I'm used to. A lot fewer Twi'leks for one thing."

"We'll see what happens once those doors open." he says nodding at entrance.

In the cockpit, a console beeps loudly. The long-range sensors have detected a ship dropping out of hyperspace. Further details may be available pending a careful reading of the input.

The comm crackles. "Red Squadron, freighter team, that's our cue. One of the parties has arrived for the trade, so we're going in. All craft, lift off and form up. We'll conduct a microjump to get closer. Then the Show will start. Make the first shots count, while we have the advantage of surprise."

The X-Wings all around you trigger their repulsorlift engines to pop off the asteroid with minimal ion signature. They begin to form up. Low-level comm bursts occur as the astromechs coordinate Astrogation calculations.

Perception 2D to gain more information regarding the sensor contacts.
Astrogation 1C. F3-3T can use the other astromech's communication to gain 1B.

09:23, Today: Zev Barris rolled 2 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1P 2A 2D.  Rolling Perception.

Zev was spot on the sensors and saw the ships coming in.
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"There's got to be something pretty valuable on that ship for the Alliance to put so many resources into it," Jess observed.
Seizing both ends of the leather seat belt, she buckled up for the attack.

The sensors detected two vessels arriving in system. One was about the size of the freighter, possibly a bit wider. The other was noticably larger, about half again the size of the freighter. Both ships were broadcasting Corporate Sector Authority transponder signals.

"Looks like we got a wide freighter and another larger ship, both CSA by their transponders. Seku, ask Red squadron if we should target the freighter while they concentrate fire on the larger ship."

Zev plotted an aggressive approach vector on the freighter, awaiting confirmation from the X-wing squadron.

"Yeah if the intel is good. We should perhaps go down to the turrets." he suggests and puts his rifle in it´s holster on his back. Then he walks to the turret well and starts to climb up to the dorsal turret. Put his headphones on and engaging the turret. Testing it's maneuverability before he actually had to fire at anything.

So the 'The Force is With You (OoC)' thread says that our ship are TIE fighters with bunch of cargo space and a pilot and co pilot. :P

GM edit: Silence, or you'll find yourself flying a bathtub.
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Seku nods at Zev and flips a switch to open comms to Red Squadron. "Red Leader, we're going to focus on the small freighter while you guys take on that larger ship."

"I don't know how to use those things. I'd probably end up shooting us!" Jess called after the soldier.

FE-3T whirls into the crockpit area in a wild dash of red and blue flashing lights. Apparently within the ships interior walls during beginning of the voyage. It quickly jacks into sensor array and does his best to probe incoming bogeys as well as first doing yet another spot check on the unassuming yet sturdy freighter.

FE-3T catches a glance Jess Jessica’s legs and his holo-pict quickly surveys her feet. “Zeep. Drrrt. Wooo. Zurp”. The astromech is more than ready for the fight at hand and foot,
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Your ship follows Red Squad into hyperspace, emerging one second later halfway across the star system. Your ship is actually a little past the enemy ships, facing the wrong way. A quick turn is necessary and will cost you precious seconds of surprise.

Pilot roll Cool. 1s for threats from Astrogation result.

Now that you are closer, you can see the vessels more clearly. The smaller vessel is little more than a frame with engines. Attached to it are a half Squadron starfighters. They are currently detaching from the hyperspace jump frame that they use to get here. They are Authority IRD (Intercept, Reconnaissance, Defence) fighters.

The transport is a larger vessel, about three hundred metres across. It resembles a large disc with bulbous spheres around the circumference. The bridge appears to be a cone pointed out from the opposite side from the engine pods.

Red Leader begins broadcasting a command to surrender even as the Authority transport begins sending a demand to vacate the space. When the IRDs, already detaching, begin sending their own surrender demand to the Rebels, comm space gets very noisy.

It seems that there will be a fight. Red Squadron split their s-foils as the IRDs detatch and form up. You can see turrets on the transport moving as well.

"Beta team, we are engaging the fighters," reports Red 2.

Please indicate which station you are at in the ship. First combat action.
Destiny track updated in Rules and Party Resources thread.

10:50, Today: Zev Barris rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 1S.  Cool roll for astrogation threats.

"What the frak, F3?", Zev yelled as he worked hard to hard turn the ship.

He was unable to pull it off in time but was able to keep the shields doubled up on the side left facing the ships.

"This is going to hurt folks. Jess, Victor, new target. We're on the big ship. Take out the turrets!"

As Zev brought the ship about to expose its guns, Jess unbuckled and scrambled for the gun well. "Well here goes nothing!" Strapping into the chair and affixing the head set, she turned the weapon on and accidentally discharged it without aiming."That was definitely nothing," she murmured.
11:46, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 failures, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3A 1D.

Seku cracks her knuckles as the freighter jumps into the fight. "Right. I'll take over the front cannons once you get us turned around. In the mean time..." She twists around to look at F3-3T. "Why don't you see if you can jam their communications?" She turns back around, looks at the array of buttons in front of her and hits what she hopes is the inertial compensator to help Zev make the turn faster. Instead, the comm array flashes red and then goes dark. "Blast it. Give me just a second here."

Seku will take the co-pilot station.
Seku Bondara rolled no successes, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2D. Average piloting to Co-Pilot.
I'll suggest that I take a black die to my next action due to the delay of having to fix things.

Victor tried his best to track the enemy ship as their freighter makes it´s turn to face the other ship. Once he was pretty sure he would make the shot, Zakharo squeezed the trigger as if it were a rifle. The first bolts missed it because of over tracking but a few of the bolts land hits on the enemy ship. He whooped and yelled down to Jess, "Nice try, Jess! but ya gotta lead the target more!"

20:51, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 3 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4a 1d 1b ((6(A), 4(A), 3(A), 8(A), 7(D), 2(B))).

Boost die to next player roll.

9 damage before soak.

F3-3T heard the freed slave dancer call out to jam coms on bogey ships. Strange the Rebellion let dancers make such important missions orders, but F3-3T payed no heed and over road Huttesse programming as his destiny to become war hero was as important to the Rebellion as his own personal destiny. "Zurp. Dink. Arnoooo. Zebo. Zeep. Zeep." [Private to Zev Barris: Jamming Comms Busty Xeno Slave Girl. ][Private to Forim Luk: Aye Aye. Jamming Comms Busty Xeno Slave Girl.]" The sordid looking little droid called out as neon pink lights swirled inside his cranial compartment.

05:26, Today: F3-3T rolled 4 successes, 1 threat  using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 3D ((11(P), 9(P), 2(A), 4(A), 6(D), 6(D), 7(D))).

EDiT: Missed Boost Die, my Bad Vic.
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The IRDs and Red Squadron immediately break into a whirling maelstrom of dogfighting starfighters. Lasers flash all around as the two squadrons open fire on one another. One IRD is blown to pieces, and another is disabled. They give nearly as good as they get, however, and one X-Wing is blasted as well.

Meanwhile, Beta team's freighter drifts through the battle. It is comparatively large, though not as large as its target. The enemy transport slowly turns, trying to get both its dorsal and ventral gun turrets aimed at your vessel. The guns open up, filling the space around your ship with yellow-green beams.

No damage. Next gunnery check is at 1s.

Your own guns lance out and strike the transport all over. Some of the bolts are deflected by the enemy's shields, but some strike the hull. The ship shudders, and pieces of the hull plating are blackened.

"How hard could this be?" Jess continued to mutter to herself. Watching for the freighter to centre on the gun's screen she heard the computer chime that she was on target. Squeezing the handles of the cannon, she watched it piston in succession, spitting out bolts of bright red light.


22:53, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3A 1D.  attack.   14:56, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled no successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1s.  missing number.  8 damage before soak
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Seku almost doesn't notice the CSA frieghter come into range of the ship's forward laser cannons because of how wrapped up she is in searching for a way to reactivate the panel. She looks up just in time to let out a surprised "Oh!" and squeeze the trigger on the controls to send lancing arcs of energy at the target. "Do you think they'll have had enough yet? I can call to try and convince them to surrender."

Seku Bondara rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 1D 1S.  Gunnery to fire the forward lasers.

6 damage before soak to enemy frieghter.

F3-3T whirls with excitement, his first combat mission which he wasn't shot down within a few volleys. It seems the pilot and exotic dancing gunner have different ideas on what the droids mission priority is. "Glurk. Zeebo. Wonk?". Neither of the organic rebels seems to know exactly how to face the Imperial forces attacking them.

Thinking on his rolled feet F3-3T rolls over toward the innards of the deflector shields, he believes that if he can somehow send some more power toward them, his new found comrades in arms will win the day. After jacking in his cranial compartment glows a neon green with a short Huttesse chime bell sound of seduction, "RiiingaDiiing" that he feels will aid his interface with the cold shouldered light freighter. "WeeoW. Zeep. Zeep." The little droid strains for victory!



09:06, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 successes, 1 threat  using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of  1B 2P 2A 4D ((4(B), 3(P), 6(P), 6(A), 3(A), 8(D), 4(D), 6(D), 5(D))). F3-3T's daunting success adds to strain threshold of freighter shields if only for one attack it may make the difference. Threat may have caused Seku's panel more difficulty in fixing due to power surge....

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Zakharo aimed and let loose a few more laser bolts to connect to the ship. Trying his best to aim for the ships engines. The red bolts went straight from the cannons to the enemy ship this time without any bolts missing.


14:02, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 3 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1b 4a 1d.  gunnery + aim.

9 damage

[Private to GM: Advantage - See something relevant to the fight? EDIT: Nevermind.

Also if you want, add difficulty to see if I can get a direct hit on the engines. If the difficulty will exceed my success, i'll edit the post accordingly.]

14:10, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled no successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1s.  missing setback for gunenry.
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Zev wrestled with the controls.

“Hang on everyone!”


20:09, Today: Zev Barris rolled 6 successes, 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1A 3P ((4(A), 5(P), 2(P), 12(P))) for Evasive Maneuvers.

Zev’s long digits danced across the console and then he yanked back on the yoke, juking the ship into an extended barrel roll, making the freighter do a maneuver that caused the older ship to creak. This ship has never been made to perform in this way and perhaps never will.
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F3-3T clamped on to the circuit board with his multi-tool as Zev flew the freighter like it was an A-Wing, the thrill of battle was amazing, he would have to congratulate the Duros Pilot when he regained full gyroscopic levels. "Weeeoooowww", the little Astromech screamed out in excitement. The rebels were sure to triumph with such pilots on their side.

The battle between the starfighters was bloody. The IRDs were outnumbered now. Red Squadron took advantage of their numbers, forcing the IRDs to choose between two targets. Whichever fighter they ignored would slip behind them and open fire while the other was acting as bait. The X-Wings took some serious punishment, but two more IRDs were destroyed. Now only two remained.

The light freighter, faster than their target, was able to maneuver along the axis of the disc-shaped vessel. This allowed them to use the superstructure of the enemy ship as cover against its own gunners. Meanwhile, their own gunners fired with abandon. The transport was stitched with laser fire all along its circumference. Steam gouted out into space.

The enemy fired back. Some of their shots came close, but F3-3T's supercharge of the shields deflected incoming laser bolts.

Normally taking Evasive Maneuvers would mean increasing the difficulty of all Gunnery checks, but as long as the enemy does not Gain the Advantage you do not suffer the penalties.

Jessica groaned as her so recent success was stymied by their foe's movement.

22:59, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 failure, 4 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3A 1D.

Seku allows herself a broad grin after her shots connect with the enemy. "Alright, I think that we've made a point. Let's see if they're open to talking. F3, be a dear and open a com channel to the enemy freighter please. I may have... shorted out a panel or two."
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"Zeep. ZeepO...." F3-3T gave an aye aye to Seku about bringing the coms back online. The split second the astromech stuck his jack into the port he was blasted by a bolt of electricity. Some nerf herder had switched the positive negative wires on the comms relay and F3-3T was now paying the consequences.

The lights flickered in the freighter hull. When they came back on F3-3T did a quick scan and noticed the general systems operation was boosted by 23 percent. "Dink. Zappo. Glunk." F3-3T protested in anger, even with the slight boost to the overall power of the ship, he still he had failed his duty. The angry droid picked up his rotor wheel and kicked the comms relay panel for good measure.


21:07, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes, 4 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1B 3P 1A 1D ((6(B), 1(P), 11(P), 6(P), 5(A), 4(D))). COMMS STILL OFFLINE!

As sparks fly and F3 protests, Seku searches the maze of buttons in front of her with no success for the reset on the comms array. She does find the ship intercom however, which she flips on to page the gunners. "Attention gunnery stations, we're having some technical difficulties with our comms equipment up here. Please feel free to continue to shoot the enemy ship, but remember that we need to take the cargo intact."

Seku Bondara rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3A 1D 1S. Computers check to find the kriffing reset button.

I'll use the advantages to send a boost die to the next gunner taking a shot.

Victor Zakharo continued his barrage on the freighter. Trying his best to compensate for Zev's crazy flying. Quite certain that this ship should not be able to pull some of these moves that he's taking. "We'll do our best!" he responded to Seku's admission. Some of the laser bolts miss the ship proper but a few find their mark.


15:25, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 1 success, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2b 4a 1d.  gunery + aim + advantage boost

7 damage + crit

15:33, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 49 using 1d100 ((49)).

46-54 Component Hit: One component of the attacker's choice is knocked offline and is rendered
inoperable until the end of the following round. For a list of ship components, see Table 7 - 1 0 :
Small Ship or Vehicle Components or Table 7 - 1 1 : Large Ship or Vehicle Components,
depending on target ship silhouette

Engines of course.

Zev, seeing the Comms are working again, key open the connection to hail the large ship.

"Captain of the CSA vessel, stand down your weapons and drop your shields. We mean no harm to you or your crew. Surrender and we'll be quick to let you on your way."

18:42, Today: Zev Barris rolled no successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2D.  Coercion to surrender.

Return fire streaked across the cockpit canopy.

"It doesn't look like they're inclined to yield quite yet."

With a few well-placed laser pulses, the enemy transport's engines go down. They keep flickering as power is directed to them, but it seems that the energy is not creating a stable ion drive. It's fairly quick to recalibrate, but for the moment the engines are ineffective. The transport drifts.

The comm crackles to life in response to your prodding. "This is Captain Valis Landal of the CSA ship 188 Theata. We do not negotiate with pirates."

Cued by her words, the enemy's guns return fire. One of the shots wings your vessel, causing minor damage.

6 Damage, presoak

The X-Wings and the IRDs are in a real slugging match now. Though only three IRDs remain, they form up in a V and tear through Red Squadron's formation. Shots are exchanged, with lasers slamming into several craft. One IRD is left derelict, leaving only two.

3D Warfare, someone.

High tension, hunan drama, all out war!!!! This is what a mathematic astrogation droid dreams of. F3-3T rolls around toward the cockpit, whistling and whirling. "Bleep. Bleepie.D. Bleep!!!!". He throws out to each computer display and array proper coordinates for movement, speed, inertia, firing sights, for some reason average size of Twi'leks foot apparel on Nar Shadda and a few lewd images to the lounge area.

His head rolls over like a spinning top. "[Private to Zev Barris: "We Have Them on The Run, Divide the Empire and Conquer! They shall know the vengeance of the Hutt Kajidic!!! Disregard traitorous programming. Beep.]Zeep. Dreep. Wooooeww." A small disco ball reflection emanates from his innards showering the cockpit in a miniature galaxy of light and thumping bass of the famous Jizz-Wailers of the Max Rebo Band play for a few brief moments.

A small piece of the first IRD has broken off and is spinning around in a blur right spot in the middle freighters firing arc.

19:07, Today: F3-3T rolled 3 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4A 3D.  Warfare probability BLEEP... I THREAT GUNNERY.
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With the comms reactivated, Seku shoots a broad grin at Zev as she rather dramatically hits the button to reopen the channel with the CSA ship. "Attention Captain Landal, it is very convenient for you then that we aren't pirates, but members of the Rebel Alliance. You might even say it is fortunate for you, since losing some of you cargo and incurring damages from forces in open rebellion against the Empire will make the Empire responsible for the losses per the terms of your standard insurance arrangement. You are under no obligation to lose your lives in defense of a portion of your cargo, so I suggest that you stand down, allow us to board, retrieve what we're here for, leave a message which will make very clear for the Empire exactly who is responsible, and be on our way." As she speaks, Seku reclines in her seat and rests a hand behind her head in a picture of collected confidence.

Seku Bondara rolled 2 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3A 1P 3D.  Negotiation.

F3-3T considers what he knows of the IRD fighters. Apparently they have an excellent pilot ejection system. There is some probability that some of the pilots of the destroyed starfighters are still alive, extra-vehicular in space. F3-3T tries to calculate the probability based on what he has seen, but too many variables make his calculations unreliable.

There is a pause, a long pause, of nearly a minute. During this time the transports' guns are still, but the starfighter battle goes on. Indeed, another IRD and another X-Wing are destroyed during the deliberation.

The comm crackles to life again.

"Rebel forces... call off your starfighters, and we will do the same. We will discuss further terms once our pilots are safe."

After you call Red Leader and inform him of this priority requirement, he immediately orders his squad to hold fire. The X-Wings bank and re-form, allowing the IRDs to withdraw. They pull back to take position above the transport.

The comm chimes again, and the transport captain speaks.

"Rebels, as delegated master of this vessel I am prepared to offer you the opportunity to board with no more than three people. You will be allowed to tour our ship under guard by CSA Security Police. We will extend a reasonable credit, which you will use to select goods of equal or lesser value. These goods will be exchanged to you in consideration of your cessation of further hostilities."

Listening in her bucket seat, Jess unstrapped and made her way to the cockpit to partake in any discussion.

F3-3T followed closely behind Jessica Swanhill on silent mode, all lights deactivated save his holo-pict recording images of the Human Inflitrator as she moved down the freighter corridor. He would try to convince the lead Duros to allow him a chance at combat glory one way or another.

“This is a dangerous situation. The theee who go over will be very vulnerable and we’ll be facing the Imperial side of this handover very soon at much less strength than we started with. I can’t see how this works for us. Seku, what do you think?”

Seku tugs on one of her leku in thought as the others gather."Honestly, that's what I'm thinking. We can't afford to lose more of Red Squadron on a bunch of CSA desk jockies
before the Imps show up. I think I should go over and try to work this deal out politely with Victor and Jess as backup while Dev and F3 stay here with guns trained on them. Victor, Jess, if it comes to it, can you handle some corporate security?" She seems to pause and consider something. "Honestly, we might be able to get F3 aboard too. Since he's a droid and all, no offense." She looks around at the others for opinions and alternative plans.
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Jess leaned on the back of one of the cockpit chairs."My gun isn't a fashion accessory but I'd rather talk it out than shoot it out." J

Zakharo listens to the broadcasts and holds fire when the other freighter yields but he does not get out of the turret. He continues to aim at the starship should they try anything.

Continues aim?

Over the commlink, you cannot discern whether or not the Corporate Sector captain is playing straight.

Red Leader, who has been listening in, calls you on a private channel.

"I don't think we can trust these guys to play straight. They could be looking to get some hostages, or to play for time until some backup gets here. Good job getting them to stand down, but I don't think they've completely knuckled under just yet.

"I suggest you go aboard as if you were expecting a fight. We will be watching to make sure the fighters don't cause any trouble or if the transport tries to run away with you."

Jess unhooked the strap holding her blaster in its holster. "I have to agree. Do we have any explosives? Fixing that to the hatch might keep from trying to take off."

F3-3T's head mount swivels around from Jess to the group at the mention of explosives he lets out a pessimistic beep. "Oooweeee", the tabulations of losing pressure in deep space was making the droids cognition files sweat. But if that was what it took to impress a medical droid in the Rebellion the astromech tech was ready to go Zero-G.

"Blurp. Zeepo. Ding-Ding". [Private to Zev Barris: Might as well blow up gravity generator why we are at it, or dismantle hyperdrive.]". The droid chuckled to Zev.

"Yeah, I agree with F3. He says we might as well blow up the gravity generator or dismantle the hyperdrive. I just want to go on record as saying I have a very bad feeling about this. But I'm a team player. I'll gladly assist in whatever capacity I can from this ship."

Jess nodded. "Taking their hyperdrive offline would put them dead in space without us floating around. Good thinking F3." She patted the top of the drop's dome. "They have a lot of guards and fighters for a little freighter. Just who's aboard that thing?" She looked out the cockpit window to the other ship.
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Your pilot brings the light freighter close to the transport's docking clamp on their port side. Your ship's own docking port is on the port side as well, so the two ships are upside-down relative to each other. There is a small amount of zero-G between the two. It's effortless for F3-3T, because astromechs are built for zero-G movement, but everyone else has to make a jarring leap from the floor to the ceiling.

You enter a large, round room. The deck is plated metal. The walls are round, concave structures that form a dome all around you. Girders add to the stability, with cables and pipes visible behind them. The ceiling is about seven meters above you. The room is fairly dark, with only red emergency lighting illuminating you. In the shadows you can make out scattered piles of crates. The crates are forest green plasteel, about a meter across. There are exits into rounded hallways to the north and south of your position. The hallways are brightly lit, unlike this large, shadowy room.

You can hear shuffling and hissed words in the room. Your hands reach for weapons and you begin to look for cover... and threats. Suddenly you hear a voice shouting:

"Now! Let them have it!"

A half-dozen people pop up from behind the piled crates. They are roughly surrounding you in a circle about ten meters wide. The enemy are wearing riot armour and holding blaster carbines. In the centre of their formation is a human woman wearing riot armour with sergeant's stripes. She shouts again.

"Kill the pirates! A bonus for anyone who gets a headshot!"

Everyone roll Vigilance and make your first combat turn.

The droid had calculated an ambush as well above 50 percent chance but could do nothing to stop his diminutive stature and weak hull points from being blown to pieces with one well placed shot.

Once the attack began F3-3T could only place his drivers into high speed looking for cover behind the crates if not that if he could jack into the wall panel let loose the air lock and suck all sentient beings into the void. This thought amused F3-3T he beeped with glee as blaster fire reigned all around him before he could even get his wheels moving. "WeeeoW. Beepee." Beep. Boop. [Private to group Droidspeak: Aiming to patch into enemy frigate and find viable option besides being terminated. That is all.]"

Of course he would give the group a few moments notice..... F3-3T attempts to get behind crates locate wall interface panel.

INT: 16:16, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1 A ((5(A))).
ROUND ONE: 16:22, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1A 2D.  Find way to wall panel without being terminated. Round One.

F3 isn't the only person fearing a trap as they enter the ship. Seku doesn't even pause to draw a weapon as the enemy reveal themselves. She sprints through the rough ring of opponents to dive behind cover deeper inside the room. Over her comlink she informs Zev and Red Leader. "To no one's great surprise, it was in fact an ambush."

Seku Bondara rolled 2 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A. Vigilance.

Double Maneuver: Sprint to the relative cover of the crates and dive for cover behind them.

When the docking clamps where secured, Victor rushed out of the turret and down to the docking hatch. He entered with the others into the large cargohold.

Being ambushed in the cargohold was a newbie mistake. He cursed heavily and backtracked behind a crate. Then took a shot at whoever was giving the orders. He had to be dealt with first. The shot left the barrel of the sniper rifle bright green and hit the leader.


00:45, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 1 success, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a.  vigilance.

00:52, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 1 success, 2 advantages, 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2p 1c.  heavy ranged.

10 damage presoak

Boost to my next heavy ranged roll.

Triumph -> Crit.

00:56, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 28 using 1d100.  crit roll.

26 - 30 Easy {4}) Discouraging Wound: Flip one light side Destiny Point to a dark side Destiny Point (reverse if NPC)

"Ambush! Detonate their hyperdrive!" Jessica dove for cover and lifted her blaster to defend herself.
21:30, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a.  vigilantance :P .22:15, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled no successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1b.  1c 2d 1s.  I'm reminded of Han Solo on the detention block trying to bluff the imperial officer on the intercom. I hope we don't end up in a trash compactor!
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As F3-3T realizes the odds are shrinking before making cover before becoming fuel for dustbins coms to Zev, a blaster singes his Nar Shadda Midnight Black paint job. "Furk. Yip. [Private to group Droidspeak: "Repeat this is not a lampoon for upgrading social status. Highly recommend advising X-Wings to hit the ship with some light firing at aft or stern. Enough to administer fear and possibly physically jostle or even knock over attackers.". ] The droids little leg units are burning he needs a light oiling after all this running.

Zev rushes in to protect his teammates and fires wildly.

12:39, Today: Zev Barris rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A.  vigilance.

12:40, Today: Zev Barris rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4A 1C.  Shoot at leader.

3 Advantages negating enemy's cover or equipment for this round

4 advantages cause enemies to be pinned down for a turn

Initiative Order:

Seku
Victor
Jess
Zev
F3-3T

Aria Falone
Espos

Seku takes cover just as the Espos, the Corporate Sector Authority Security Police, open up with their blasters.

Victor shoots at the sergeant with his rifle. She is struck and forced to lower herself down behind cover. Her men see this and are discouraged somewhat.

Jess shouts something that suggests the Rebels are prepared to sabotage the ship. The Espos rise, panicking slightly, before their leader shouts at them. "It's a bluff, you fools! Stay here and fight!" They have stepped out of cover, but not for long.

Zev suppresses the Espos but doesn't manage to hit anyone.

F3-3T rolls around, ignored as a target, before finding his way to a computer terminal. He plugs in.

The Espos fire at Seku. Their riot guns, heavy carbines built for close-quarters combat, strike her cover and singe her. She is forced to curl up on the ground to avoid being hit harder.
11 Damage pre-soak. Seku is prone and must spend a maneuver to rise.

The sergeant aims her riot gun at Victor. She bellows something about pirates as she fires. Victor hastily withdraws behind his crate, narrowly avoiding being shot. He gets the feeling that the next attack may not miss.
1b to next enemy's attack

Next Round!

Behind the crate, with his back to the crate. Zakharo takes a moment to relax again, to get his breathing and pulse down after the initial adrenaline surge from the ambush. While the sniper rifle is charging up another shot, Victor picks up his commlink and reports to the ship, "They have ambushed us! If you don't hear from me again in 5 minutes, you better blow this ship up!" loud enough so perhaps some of the others and the enemy can hear.

05:00, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 3 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a.  coercion.

Just realized my gun has slow fire. :S
[Private to GM: Oh, right... My gun has Accurate 2, Cumbersome 3, Pierce 3, Slow Firing 1
(2b for accurate 2, ignore 3 soak for the pierce but have to wait 1 round before firing again.)
]

One of the Espos has a better angle on Seku's hiding spot than the others and manages to get her in the shoulder with a blaster shot. She swears under her breath and presses herself into the ground behind the crate in the hopes of making it more difficult to hit her again. At the same time she takes aim with her blaster and fires a shot back at the Security Officer. She manages to hit him, but her blaster is a small concealable model, not a military weapon, so it doesn't hit with the same punch as the Espos' carbines.

Attack deals 9 damage pre-soak to the Espos who also take a 1S to their next attack. Staying prone so the everyone will have an additional 1S to attack Seku with ranged weapons.

Seku Bondara rolled 3 successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1b 1d. Ranged (Light) attack w/aim.

Ducking behind a crate, the world seemed to have gone frightfully silent, but her sense of sight seemed elevated. The flashes of light seemed to have taken on sun-like intensity and the shapes of her companions and her foes stood out despite the lack of illumination. Raising her blaster so that the barrel and not much else was exposed, Jess squeezed off a pair of shots. Khableeeer-Khableeer

00:14, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1c.  attack.
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"OzzzNeeeep". F3-3T cried out the attackers were cruel and heartless attacking the exotic Tw'ilek dancer first, she was wounded and would need repairs. It would take some quick programming reflexes to avenge his fallen comrade. The little astromech was designed to fix things not break them so he thought backward. "EpEpEp" It drove his circuit board to the point of snapping but he found something that might divert the enemy if not give his friends the upper hand. That is if any where left before his actions supplied the desired results.

According to ship schematics their was a cooling pipe running above and beside his attackers. Filled to max capacity and beyond the tube would rupture or even better explode if hit with blaster fire. F3-3T sent every bit of extra high compression and super cooled liquid into the old pipes of the enemy ship, in any moment they would explode or at least break spraying the enemy with foam or better yet sub freezing cold vicious liquid that would eat through armor and flesh alike. "Woooza!!!". F3-3T rang out. It was only a matter of time.

His tiny slug thrower arm slid out of the side of his chassis, soon he would fire his first ever bullet in combat, that was a story he could woo his medical droid with....


08:54, Today: F3-3T rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 4D.  Flood Vent or tube.
08:53, Today: F3-3T rolled 1 success, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 2D.  Find Vent or tube. TUBE EXPLODES NEXT ROUND OR IF CEILING ABOVE ATTACKERS IS HIT BY LAS FIRE.
Use advantages for placement of tubes.....

Zev puts his arms up and drops his wweapon.

"Stop! We surrender! Please take us into custody with no further violence to my friends."

11:35, Today: Zev Barris rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2D. negotiation for surrender.

"What!" Jess looked at their pilot like he'd lost his mind.

The Espos are hard-pressed by the Rebels when Zev declares his, apparently genuine, surrender. The other Rebels do not follow suit. The battle continues.

"Get on the ground with your hands on your head!" shouts the leader. The other Espos support this command by not shooting Zev.

Seku shoots one of the Espos right in his riot armour. It absorbs the worst of the damage, leaving him only stunned.

Suddenly there is a new sound. A creaking, then a loud 'ping' as a rivet pops loose. The Espos glance up uneasily. Some steam hisses out of a pipe that looked innocuous enough a second ago.

"Ignore it!" Shouts the sergeant. "Concentrate fire on the leader!" She aims her blaster at Victor, who she has apparently decided is in charge. She fires, but accomplishes little.
1s to her next attack

One of the Espos is distracted by being shot, but the rest are motivated to follow their leader's orders. They fire a volley at Victor. One of them stumbles into the path of another, trying to get a better shot, and must get back behind cover.

The Force rolled 5 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 3p 2s 1b 2D.
13 Damage pre-soak! 1s to their next attack

Next round!

F3-3T is excited when he sees their leader Duros enter the fray. Soon the leader Duros declares a full surrender. F3-3T checks deep into his programming for possible maximizing of proselytization. It would seemed this was a certain tactic of the Hadjic to infiltrate known Sith lords chambers to then try possible assassination against them. "Ohbop!!!". Good thinking Zev! These simple folk would never suspect the Duros was planning to kill them all in their sleep. Zev the leader who would be proud when the hyper cold liquid burst onto the enemy freezing their epidermis to the point of breaking off like paint of poorly constructed plastcrete!

F3-3T watches the cooling pipes with ardent excitement his feet pitter pattering as he rotates his computer jack in ecstatic circles. "Oooosneep." His clear head mount glowing with a warm pinkish hue. The pipe burst and a small amount of steam hisses down on his attackers.

"Zowship" F3-3T grunts in binary kicking at the wall. His circuit boards now focus on areas of the enemy ship that he will send into the void for later retrieval or to terminate enemy lifeforms in the cold airless space of space. "BeeoOp." If the droid had to jettison the entire ship apart in pieces with a mag-coil and wrench so be it....

O.O.C.NOTE:  I didn't shoot yet Jess. And unfortunately I believe the pipe is simply cold air hissing. Lol... I don't believe firing at the pipe will do much. But hey F the ship up, thats what I'm all about.

Zakharo had had enough of the leader shouting orders about. When the rifle finally finished charging up a new shot, Zakharo twisted out of cover. Aimed down the scope at the leader and shot her in the chest. Then stepped into cover again with his back to the crate again. The bright green plasma bolt scourging the mans armor. What happened after that he didn't see since he was back into the cover that the crate provided.


18:38, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 5 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3p 1a 1d 1c 2b.  Ranged heavy, true aim, boost from advantages,  cumbersome 3.

who took that 13 damage? An espos? If so, what happened to him?

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The blast fire is intensifying. The group has managed to survive for long enough for F3-3T to locate cargo hold and activate emergency jettison procedure. Everything in the ships hold will be spilled out into the void which F3-3T plans to collect at a later time. The problem is after receiving quite a shock from the ships malware stinger he has forgotten exactly why he is on this ship and what it is he was doing. Also for a round he can not remember which side he was on. Also he really can't remember what he activated and deactivated upon the ship for all he knows the air is being released from parts of the ship and all lifeforms will be rendered inactive as soon as oxygen supplies reach critical levels.

F3-3T screams out in dismay as he points his ugly slug thrower from one party to the next. "OOOOWeeeeee". He wishes the Maker would come down and dismantle him for scrap at this point or at least tell him who to shoot.




11:20, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 successes, 3 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 3D 1S.  Locating Cargo Hold Emergency Jettison Protocol Activate .3 THREATS OOPS!!!

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Seku continues to focus her fire on the Espo she has already shot, though this time she tries to hit him in a weak spot on his armor. As she takes her shot from behind cover, the newly created hole in her arm twinges badly forcing her to hiss in pain as she withdraws behind the crate again. Through gritted teeth she appeals to her comrade to rejoin the fight. "I appreciate trying to save our lives and all Zev, but these corporate security goons don't have hearts and I've already seen Imperial prisons. They're not nice places."

Attack deals 7 damage pre-soak to the Espos. She takes 1 strain for fighting through her blaster wound.

Seku Bondara rolled 1 success, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1b 1d. Ranged (Light) attack w/aim.

Pointing her blaster above and behind the ambush, Jess squeezed the trigger, the screech of the blaster bolt was quickly followed by the sound of steam and fluid bursting out of the pipe and splashing all beneath it.

11:32, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 5 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  attacking pipe.
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Zev was hoping to distract the CSA team with his surrender claim, but apparently they didn't buy it and he kinda forget to get his team on board with the idea.

Zev dove behind some crates and picked up the weapon he dropped (to convince them he was serious), throwing off a shot at the head agent again, hitting her in the shoulder.



10:26, Today: Zev Barris rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4A 1C 1S ((5(A), 1(A), 5(A), 4(A), 8(C), 6(S))). Blaster shot to head CSA with setback due to dive for cover.


5 damage from holdout blaster, pre-soak
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Seku
Victor
Jess
Zev
F3-3T

Aria Falone
Espos

With her well-placed shot to the over-pressurized pipe, Jess causes a wave of steam to spill forth onto the Espos. Steam is the least of it. A sort of murky goop spills down as well, silvery and sticky. Whenever it touches a man, on armour or bare flesh, he begins screaming and trying to wipe it away. This gets it on his fingers as well, and apparently is cause for even further distress. They scream and struggle, pulling at their gloves or trying to wipe their hands.

The sergeant, by luck and a clever step back, is unharmed. She bellows at her men to get back on the line and fight. "Play with your goop on your own time!" She aims her riot gun at Jess. "Make a mess on my ship, will you?"

Victor shoots her. She is thrown back stumbling by the energy. She trips over a cable and falls hard on the deck. She lies still.

A lot of the heart goes out of the Espos as their leader falls. They aren't shooting as well or holding up as strong against wounds now. Between the hail of blaster fire from Seku and Zev, and the caustic chemicals, two of the Espos are brought down. Four remain. The rest fire in a disorganized way at whomever is closest or most visible.

Zev's cover is torn to pieces by a hail of high-powered blaster fire. He himself is hit by a grazing blow.

11:04, Today: The Force rolled 3 successes, 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2p 1a 1D 1s.
10 Damage pre-soak. Cover removed.

F3-3T busily engages the ship's computer. He locates the many different cargo pods and discovers that they can be ejected, but not from here. They can be ejected manually at their location, or from the bridge. He does locate the cargo manifest, and determines what each cargo pods' contents are.

He also notes that there is someone else slicing the ship's computer. They attempt to lock him out of the system, but do not manage it in time.

"I hope that wasn't the sanitation system!" Jess groaned, covering her mouth and nose with the back of her forearm while trying to shoot.

13:00, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 failure, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  attack.

Seku squeezes off another shot at the scrambling Espos before ducking back behind her crate. "Do you think these guys have had enough? We could probably convince them to stand down at this point, but I'm still a little upset about getting shot."

Attack deals 7 damage pre-soak to Espos. Taking an additional strain for the threat.

Seku Bondara rolled 1 success, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1b 1d. Ranged (Light) attack w/aim.

Zakharo tries to stay out of sight of the others. Finally allowing himself to feel and take care of the wound he had sustained. Thankful that some of the damage was mitigated by the armored clothing. He tries his best to dress the wound all the burnt cloth fibers and debris out of the wound and then ripping a small piece of hopefully clean cloth from his undershirt. All while trying to stay as quiet as he could.


00:30, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 1 failure, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2d.  missing difficulty.

00:27, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 3 successes, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2d.  Medicine.

Net effect is 2 success and 4 threats.

F3-3T beeps out that he has found the booty. "BeeweezoBeeweezo". His little chassis is shaking though and his head unit is flashing the interstellar ubiquitous code of red flashing lights and a warning alarm. "[Private to group Droidspeak: WE ARE NOT ALONE. DO NOT STOP UNTIL THE TRAITORS HAVE LAYED DOWN WEAPONS OR NO LONGER FUNCTION. REPEAT DISABLE TRAITORS!!. THERE ARE MORE WE ARE BEING MONITORRED POSSIBLIITY OF SECONDARY AMBUSH 66.45 % ]".

F3-3T so desperately wants to fire his ugly slug thrower just once but he must stay on task. "Zaaantac.." He can not lose access to ships computer. F3-3T strains himself and his inner circuits to preform another search, this time he has also let the computer have access to his search browser and serial number. He cries out a little droid whimper and the image of a sentient being being exposed naked flashes through his mainframe. F3-3T feels both shame and regret for the first time at the same time and becomes enraged. "ZAPZAPZAP".He can't let the incident cause the mission to fail..

"BLAARPIIE!! [Private to group Droidspeak: SUCCESS!!!!]The droid seems to have learned more about the shipments beyond rec-caff beans, gauze and blaster stocks for outdated clone war rifles. He would find the GOODS....


17:59, Today: F3-3T rolled 1 success, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 3D.  STAY LOCKED INTO COMPUTER DO NOT GET SPLICED OUT.
SUFFER STRAIN.
8:03, Today: F3-3T rolled 4 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 2D 2S.  SEARCH SHIP MANIFEST FOR MORE CLARIFICATION

Reeling from the hit and exposed, Zev takes some pleasure in the fact that the leader was done for. As he scans his team and seeing how worse for the wear they are, he leaps for new cover as he throws a stun grenade at the remaining CSA security team, hoping to end this quickly.

14:36, Today: Zev Barris rolled 1 success, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4A 2D ((5(A), 7(A), 8(A), 2(A), 5(D), 2(D))).

Each agent in the blast radius take 8 strain

The Espos are knocked sideways, down, or flat by the concussive force of the stun grenade. They struggle to stay on their feet, but some shots from the rest of the team put the last ones down. The last was trying to stumble back through the corridors when Seku puts a shot into the small of his back.

The team takes a moment or two to recover their equilibrium. They mentally steel themselves for the task ahead. While they have taken the docking bay, the rest of the ship could still be filled with enemies.

Simple (-) Discipline or Cool check. Each Success recovers 1 strain.

Meanwhile, F3-3T continues his subtle conflict with the unseen other presence. He furiously attempts to reveal hidden secrets about the vessels' cargo.

He finds some. Several units of the ship's cargo were not evident on the common manifest, but on the secret full manifest F3-3T sees some interesting bits.

Mixed in with the Glass & Plastics in pod 7 is a cargo crate full of precious metals. In the frozen specialty foodstuffs in pod 4 is a collection of exotic perfumes. Mixed in with the medical supplies in pod 4 is a freezer full of Sebiris, a deadly poison. Finally, much to his frustration, F3-3T finds that there are several units in pod 8 that are simply listed as [Restricted].

His rival has not been idle, however. The Rebels are just preparing to move when the doors to the ship's corridors slam closed. These are blast doors, designed to prevent explosive decompression or the spread of biohazards. In a pinch, they can also prevent boarders from invading further!

"Is everyone alright? Do we have medkits?" Jess examined her comrades for injuries with a concerned eye.


22:49, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success, 6 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p.  cool check.  What can I do with 6 advantages that could help our situation? Could they be applied to F3's slicing open the doors?

F3-3T surveys the blast doors slam shut as he tries to pass on the intel about prime cargo stored inside mis-named manifest crates. "BurpBeezleBeep!!". His head cone lights up green until the blast doors seal the room.

The droid begins to panic as his rival as odds would have it has sealed them in a room with degenerating lifeforms of the enemy. Soon his friends could run out of oxygen or simply be kept out of the rest of the ship, both were going to keep the droid from his destiny. He wouldn't let his comrades die yet.. He needed more glory than this to lay claim to his medical droid prize.

F3-3T tries to restore himself and his fried circuitry but it is too no avail. He kicks at the wall whilst still jacked in trying to open the door via ships computer. If that fails he would have to try to open sealed blast doors which would be very difficult indeed.

"ZarpZarpGoonDIngZeepMeeeow!![Private to group Droidspeak: This had better be worth some armor plating to my chassis. I believe we are to be attacked very soon. Prepair to fire and be fired upon when and if doors open!]

F3-3T's disco ball interior head mount, turns on with a Hutt chime and bell. "ZoopZoop". He awaits the doors opening although the ship's computer is acting all coy like a sussed up Light Cruiser who wishes it were an agile cute A-Wing, freighters and Capital ships who think they are fighters F3-3T was programmed to know their type.

20:18, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1A 1D.  I'm cool.. I'm cool..NOT cool remained strained.
Additional Maneuver suffer Strain 2.
20:26, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 successes, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 3D.  Remain Strained. Add Strain additional Man. Computer Check Open Sealed Blast Doors!!! Beep.

O.O.C. could have been 4D?

As the blast doors slam closed, Seku slumps against a crate and replaces her blaster into the hidden inner pocket of her jacket where she had stashed it before the ambush. She begins to delicately probe the burned hole in her jacket where she had been shot. "I could really use a stimpak myself." She winces and pulls her hand away from the wound.

After a moment she summons the will to stand up and move to where F3 is still plugged into the ships computer. "F3 do you think you can get me on the ship wide intercom? I'd like to talk to whoever is left and see if I can get them to surrender." She puts a hand on the top of the little droid's head as an encouragement.

Recover 2 strain from Discipline. Use advantages to give F3 a boost die on his Computers check.

Seku Bondara rolled 2 successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1a 1p. Discipline to recover strain.

F3-3T hears them freed Twi'lek dancer wishes to broker a trade with his nemesis. Fearing the glory of his computer success will be breached he quickly tries to get the last vestige of resistance to surrender in binary. "EeepEeeepEeeep". He loses focus still rattled by being shut out of the rest of the ship and quickly losing the advantage against his antagonist he can't quite take over full power of ships intercom. Although he does not lose power over his socket and flips open manual operations buttons for Seku to try herself while he attempts to aid Bondara in her diplomatic efforts. "OzortDingDing"[Private to group Droidspeak: You May Try To Speak With Nemisis Now!]"


07:06, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 3D.  Jack Into Ship Intercom.

Zev took a deep breath and turned to his teammates.

"You all know that I was trying to distract them, right? I was never going to surrender."

Zev looks around to see his teammates reaction.

10:20, Today: Zev Barris rolled 2 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A ((5(A), 4(A))).

"Well it seemed to confuse them for a moment Zev, but get a bigger gun." Jess said as she ran past the pilot on her way to their ship to find something to treat the wounded.

F3-3T extends his audio vox tool from his head cone for Seku to speak into. He listens to Zev and makes a chuckling sound. "HeeBeeHeeBee", extending his two articulating repair limbs out the side and raising up in surrender. "OooZooOOZoooZevZev..." He spins around trying to make sure the other sentient beings get the joke. "EhZevEh?OOooZooo[Private to group Droidspeak: Hey Im Zev. I surrender.  Please Please Please Dont Shoot me. Heheheheh. Classic Zev.]". F3-3T jostles on extending his speaker unit toward the exotic dancer's diplomatic audio port.

Seku has to lean down slightly to reach the little microphone that extends from the droid's head, but she does and begins her appeal to the surviving crew to surrender the ship. "Attention surviving crew of the 199 Theata, this is the rebel boarding party currently on your ship. As a reminder, we have destroyed most of your escort and your surviving pilots are floating out there awaiting rescue. Additionally, we have killed most members of your security team including their commander. Captain Landal, are you listening? I am afraid that we're going to have to amend the terms of our previous arrangement based on recent developments. Here are our terms: you will allow us to take one hundred tons of cargo of our choosing; a meager 5 percent of your cargo. We will be allowed to load said cargo without further interference from your crew and when we are done, you will allow our droid access to the main communications console in order to leave a message for the Empire. In exchange, we will return to you the surviving members of your security team and the bodies of the rest, but only once the transfer of cargo is complete. You will also be allowed, at that point, to retrieve your drifting pilots. If you cannot agree to those terms, we will have choice but to begin blowing holes in your ship and retrieving what we want from the debris." She lets go of the button and stands up.

Looking around at her comrades, she lays out her plan. "Let's move the survivors over by the door back to our ship and tie them up. We'll use them as leverage. I think we should also inform Red Leader of the development." She moves over to the unconscious security guards and grabs one of their arms, but she doesn't have much luck moving him on her own.

I would like to use the advantages on making a few crewmen afraid of us.

Seku Bondara rolled 1 success, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 2d. Negotiation to convince the rest of the ship to surrender.

F3-3T manages to open the sealed blast doors. He detects a hint of frustration from the enemy slicer, but now the foe has his measure. F3-3T senses that the enemy has their defences fully in place to respond to further slicing from this terminal. He will have to move if he wants to keep the initiative.

All Computer checks using this terminal are 2C 1D from now on.

Fortunately the physical impediments have been cleared. Seku detaches the microphone so that she can continue to use the PA system as they go.

The PA system clicks back on, from some other source. A deep, sonorous voice chimes in. You sense that the male speaking could bellow like thunder, but for the moment he is calm and soothing. The rich bass suggests a cultured individual.

"Good day to you, Rebel boarding party. This is Wrarcore, Detachment Representative for the Corporate Authority. You will be dealing with me during your stay on the ship. I express regret for the violence you endured upon arriving. I think all parties can agree that the counter-boarding party has suffered for their actions."

The polished speech echoes through the corridors. It sounds like corporate double-speak, and as he continues the impression of polished poodoo doesn't get any less smelly.

"I've assumed control over the ship and its cargo, according to the charter of the Corporate Sector in foreign territory. I'm afraid previous agreements are null & void, but we can always use them as a starting point."

Seku, make a Discipline or Cool checks, your choice, at 2C 1D. I will tell you what the results are after you've made it.
If you or someone else wants to respond to Wrarcore, you may use any interaction skill you wish, at 2C 1D.

Meanwhile, over your commlink Red Leader relays an update.

"We're working together to jam up the transport's comms. I've got a fighter outside the jamming, keeping an ear open for local traffic. The Imp detachment at Mirial is asking what's going on. So far we're giving them dead signal, but it's only a matter of time before someone comes over to have a look. Any suggestions?"

The team has the cargo manifest, including some items the CSA tried to keep hidden. They must act quickly to acquire the cargo they want, before the Imperial delegation arrives. They must decide where in the ship to travel first. On the wall, you see a diagram of the ship's sections.

You are in the docking bay. The Main Corridor seems to run around the entire ring of the ship in a big elipse, and provides access to all the pods and nearly all sections. The Crew Quarters is near the Officer Quarters. The Bridge is near the front of the ship. Main Engineering is at the rear, and you must pass through here to get to the Engine Room.

Something about this new voice makes a shiver run down Seku's spine. She holds the microphone as she waits for the other to decide on their objective and lead the way.

Seku Bondara rolled 1 failure, 4 advantages, 1 despair using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 2c 1d. Cool check w/ light side destiny point. Spent a light side point to upgrade 1a to 1p.

Jess waited for the microphone to be toggled off before speaking. "Calm, suave, and criminal,I'd lay a wager our executive could be Falleen. I've dealt with crime bosses before. Perhaps I should speak with him."


21:06, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success, 4 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2d 1s.
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"Hmm, I might have lost that wager, but maybe I can talk some sense into him-or talk him out of his senses." Her eyes twinkled as she opened her hand for the comlink.

While Seku deliberates with the commanding officer onboard. Victor goes over to the dead commander and searches her body for any data cylinders, money, weapons, etc. Then goes to see if any of the espos are still alive. If he finds any that are alive. He will begin to drag them over to the airlock and tie them up. Then search them for weapons. The alliance can always use more small arms weapons.

"Jess, if you have a medkit and the expertise than i would greatly appreciate you looking at my shoulder." he says to Jess while looking over some of the bodies.

Zev rolls up his sleeves and helps Victor go about identifying those dead or alive and helping to drag the survivors to the airlock. He knew this was grim work and was pretty dark thing to do, but he agreed with Seku’s assessment.

F3-3T rolls over quickly to Victor and opens up his twin door chassis. Motioning for Victor to place as many small arms in his storage compartment as possible. Beeping and twirling his head cone toward the Duros his hands wildly exclaiming something of irritation his beeps and squabbles sounding like a caff-grinder gone mad. "GrkkGrkkZIngZing!!".

He moves toward the locked door and pounds on it. "[Private to group Droidspeak: Computer Terminal in this portion of starship has been shutdown for acess. Will have to explore alternate route of escape and exploraton.]". With that the droid lets out a hiss of compressed air from his zero g burners.

In reply to Victor Zakharo (msg # 100):

Jess turned to regard their shooter and held up the grey box. "I have a medkit but I've never been trained-sorry."

Each one of the Espos is armed with a bulky blaster carbine called a riot gun. They are also armed with a stunstick, suitable for nonlethal melee combat. The seargent is carrying a sidearm.

riot gun: damage 7. critical 3. range medium. autofire. stun setting. ranged (heavy)

Hold out blaster. Damage 5. Critical 4. Range short. Stun. Ranged (light)

Truncheon. Damage 2+brawn. Critical 5. Engaged. Disorient 2. Melee

"Anyone in need of a good side arm?" Zakharo asks the ones nearby. He pockets one of the truncheons and puts the rest in their own ship.

"I watched the medical droid do this often enough." Jess set the box down in front of the soldier and began to read the lid before doing her best to follow the instructions.
03:26, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1a 1p.  cool for strain.

From the - admittedly minor - accent, Jess is fairly certain that the speaker is a gotal. The horned, furry species is found throughout the galaxy. She cannot think of any way to make that knowledge useful to her at the present time, however.

Jess takes the PA voicecaster from Seku and prepares to speak into it. She marshals her arguments, feeling certain she can make an impression

(Anyone else who wants to try to figure something useful can use Knowledge: Xenology or Core Worlds, difficulty 2D)
What interaction skill did you choose? What would you like to say?

Seku, for her part, finds herself frustrated and emotionally off-balance. For a moment her thoughts drift darkly concerning this corporate representative, who would no doubt have sold his family into slavery for a bent credit. She feels more determined to do some harm to him, perhaps in the way that matters most - costing him money.

Flipping a Light side point to Dark side.
2B to next attempt to influence Wrarcore involving references to him losing materially from this event.

The team gets almost all the way to the bridge, passing by several cargo pods, the crew quarters, and the officers' quarters on the way. You are just reaching the bridge when a blast door slams closed over the bridge access. This could have happened any time in the last ten minutes, but someone waited until you were very close before sealing off the bridge.

"Hello Wrarcore," Jess purred into the comlink. "It's unfortunate that our negotiation began with a mild disagreement. Perhaps cooler more sensible heads could come to a position of mutual agreement? We ask little and offer so much-so very much more in return."


09:51, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 2d.  charm. Using advantage to notice an important point in the 'negotiation'

"I'm getting pretty annoyed with this captain... Threet, any chance you can rig the damn ship to explode once we're safely from here." Zakharo says to the little droid. You can't really tell if it's sarcastic or serious.
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F3-3T turns to Victor and adjusts his optic until up and down expressing either his acknowledgement to destroy ship or his same disapproval with the Captain, or possibly both.

"ZeepZONKzeeep"[Private to group Droidspeak: Destroying Ship Affirmitive Angry Human!]"

Seku wracks her brain for something that will give her an edge against Wrarcore, but this new CSA representative has her seriously off balance. Unable to come up with any alternative, she lets Jess take over negotiations while she cautiously sticks her head into any rooms along the main corridor near the sealed bridge. "Honestly, if they've locked themselves on the bridge, maybe we should just start loading cargo onto our ship. We don't have a lot of time after all."

Seku Bondara rolled 3 failures using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 2d. Knowledge: Xenology.

The voice on the PA rumbles thoughtfully, as if carefully considering Jess' words.

"Indeed, I'm sure we could be of great benefit to one another. As you know, the Corporate Sector Authority is an independent entity, separate from the Empire. Their enemies need not be ours. I'm sure my fellow officers would agree, if I could consult them."

The enemy seems to have let it slip that, wherever he is, he is alone. You also sense that they are having communications problems, possibly due to the jamming.

Red Leader contacts you again.

"My squadron has collected all the extravehicular pilots. Do you want us to put them on your ship, or do you want to let them chill in the void for a bit longer?"

Jess toggled the comlink. "Leave them where they are at the moment commander."

When Jess toggles the comlink, Seku offers an idea for the negotiation. "Honestly, I think the quickest way to this guy is with credits. Off the top of my head, we could offer to help him scam the Empire so that they have to pay for the losses, or we could just let him claim that we stole more than we actually did so that he can sell the 'stolen' good himself under the table. Heck, the Rebellion would probably buy most of it. Might be a good way to get more of the cargo from this mission beyond what we can load into our ship."

F3-3T nods with the freed Huttesse dancer Seku, money sounds about right. "ChingChingZeepNewt?[Language unknown: Anseur Nd p Evthiv Asre?]". He places his articulating arm units out in wonderment its possible he could make his money back if his shipment was stolen and he had thought ahead.

Doubtful CSA was a warrant of trade to steal and broker illegal deals. Still maybe if the ship caught on fire?

Jessica toggled the comlink. "Perhaps we could discuss the cargo manifest and the inventory listed? Computer glitches happen all the time."

11:59, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 2d.  charm. Passing two advantages to F3 to boost next computer roll.

"I feel as though this conversation should continue in person. Please come to the officer's quarters, and I will buzz you in."

The officer's quarters entrance is only a short step away from the bridge. You can see the bridge blast doors from here. A glowing red light shines over the door, but this turns green. The door slides open.

Inside is a foyer with some simple, comfy-looking furniture. A few small pieces of uninspiring art are bolted to the wall. Four doors lead off the foyer.

Seated inside the room is a gotal wearing business clothing, including an understated headdress that wraps around his horns. He stands up as you enter. When F3-3T wheels in, he winces slightly.

Jess languidly stretched like a cat against the door frame. "I wonder if we will be interrupted before we really can begin to talk...." she purred.

Representative Wrarcore sees the rebels and begins to sense he may have made a mistake. He looks around at you.

"Now you must understand that my ability to make decisions is sharply limited by corporate policy," he begins. "I'm really more of a guiding force, or expert advisor, on the expedition..."

You can see him gearing up for an explanation of corporate sector politics that will probably last for some time if you don't shut him up.

metagaming terms, I consider you to have defeated this guy. He's essentially helpless in combat and has open to the door in response to your Superior communication abilities. You have effectively defeated this encounter and you can deal with this guy however you please.

"Ah a gotal in the know. So you can tell us where the rest of the crew are, where the cargo is and when the imperials are expected."Her doe-eyes sparkled with admiration.

"The captain and the bridge crew are on the bridge, with the last of our security force. Our engineer is a droid. He's probably somewhere at the aft of the ship.

"I understand that our cargo is things necessary for the maintenance of an Imperial army base. They placed the order without telling us what it was for. We will be collecting shipments of consumer comestibles in exchange.

" as for the Imperials... we expecting them to be here already. We actually arrived a bit late, and I was in here preparing my explanation as to why we weren't on time when you attacked."

"Alright everyone, get to work. The imperials are overdue!" The blonde turned back to the merchant and tilting her head "You've been such a gracious host, I would be so grateful for your assistance in moving cargo to the airlock for offloading and then you can go on your way with no more trouble."

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Seku, seeing that Jess has the corporate sector official well in hand turns back to the others. "I think we should start with the medical supplies. F3, can you lead the way?"

“Let’s get all we can over to our ship ASAP and get out of here!” Zev said as he hurried back to the cargo bay and began to prepare the cargo.

Wrarcore blanches and looks nonplussed. "I am not skilled at cargo transport. It's a specialized skill, subject to professional unions. Surely I would be more useful..." he looks like he will keep disssembling, so someone shoves a blaster in his back and makes him march.

You make your way to the cargo. Pod containing the medical supplies. You are about to enter when the door seals itself. Its light turns an angry red.

Jess felt her heart leap into her throat as the door slams shut with a hiss. Steeling herself, Jess gave the manager of reproach."Wrarcore, be a dear and open this door." .

Wrarcore spreads his hands and looks helpless. "I told you, I'm not the cargo person. I don't have clearance for the cargo bays. Besides, I'll bet this is M4-I3. It is probably watching us on the security holocams and blocking your progress."

"Where are the security holocams Wracore?" Jess looked to the ceiling and walls above the durasteel crates and barrels that filled the hold.

Now that you are looking for them, they're not hard to see. Small silver bulbs protrude from the ceiling, a style similar to others used throughout the galaxy. There are a few visible in the hallway oh, and one directly over the door.

"Victor." Jess pointed to the silver bulbs with an air of expectation.

While the others deal with disabling the holocams and getting the cargo door open, Seku turns to Wrarcore. "Do those cams have audio?" She keeps her blaster leveled at him.

Wrarcore shrugs. "I'm not the engineer or the security officer. I don't know."

Turning to face the holocam that is directly above the door, Seku addresses whoever is on the other end. 'Alright M4-I3, assuming you can hear me, then here is the deal: if you don't let us into the cargo area, then we're going to have to blast our way in. So in addition to losing the cargo, you will also have to pay for expensive repairs to your ship. Be a pal and just unlock the blast door."

Seku Bondara rolled 4 successes, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 2d. Deception against M4-I3.

Threats: the cameras don't have audio.
Successes: Seku appears to be threatening Wrarcore by waving her blaster around and making some expressive hand gestures.

The PA sounds on again. Although it plainly couldn't hear your words, the droid was able to pick up enough of your subtext to give an answer. You hear a digital simulation of a melodium playing a sad, sad song, which ends in a rude blatt. The red light over the door blinks several times, then stays solid red.

"It would appear the foul little thing is calling your bluff," murmurs Wrarcore.
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Seku fires a blaster shot near Wrarcore's foot though it is more in frustration than anything else. "F3, is there any chance you can just force this thing open/?"

Victor waits a few meters behind Seku while she tries to figure this out. Guarding seems the only viable thing to do for him. Sniper rifle at the ready at the shoulder but pointing down.

"Let me see if I can hotwire it." Jessica pulled open the panel and after examining the interior, began rearranging wires and chips.


18:09, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2c 1d 1b.  computers .

F3-3T has been blinking red, yellow and orange in a sequence that would let any splicer know that he had been infected by a virus that was re-wiring some of his components. The droid quickly shut down serious functions and was basically deaf and blind the last few minutes. He awoke to "Can you open this door".

The astromech mechanic quickly moved beside Jess and jacked in to see if he could open the door and better yet make a electrical attack of his own on his arch nemesis. F3-3T made happy beeps even though the red alert was blushing, even more so as his story of bravery had literally escalated to a code red. "BeeeepDaBeeep!!", alongside the human exotic dancer F3-3T exclaimed proudly as the door began to open.

F3-3T quickly moved to the circuits and poured his little mainframe into blasting his foe with a re-route of high grade electric surge to where he believed his foe jacked in, which would cause him to catch fire or at least flop on the ground for twenty to thirty seconds. "DizzBoppFap!"[Private to group Droidspeak: YOu GOT to FuCKin Be Kiddin Me!!!], the droid fizzled out a series of mean spirited glitches.

The lights above flickered and snapped, a few if not all the security monitors would be disabled for a short amount of time. The droid made quickly for the opening door shouting, "BopBopDingyBop!![Language unknown: ERSENCSOM I CATED ND EARAN E ROM E AVEMENHIS ON ILLIUT!!!]


Action 1:
15:45, Today: F3-3T rolled 5 successes, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1c 1d 3p 1a.  Re-Wire Door. (Mechanics used)
Take Strain (3)
Action 2:
15:47, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 2C 2AD.  Cyber ATTACK on NEMISiS THREATS AS CHALLENGE. (Computers)

USING ADVANTAGE FOR SOME TIME TO SNEAK

With a hum, a whirr, and a hiss, the door slides open. You enter cargo pod 4.

The air in here is cold. Mist swirls around your feet, and your breath generates clouds. The pod is a large dome, similar in dimensions to the first room. However, the walls are completely plated with shiny metal. Tiny skeins of frost have formed here and there.

"This must be one of the low-temperature pods," says Wrarcore, appropos of no-one having gagged him.

There are essentially three types of cargo present here. One is a large durasteel shipping container, the size of a small room. The labels are a complex mess of codes and serial numbers, but it would appear that these are the frozen specialty foodstuffs.

Elsewhere there are a fair number of crates, each about sixty centimeters square. These ones smell faintly of caf beans.

At last there is an area walled off by transparasteel. The only access is a door, also transparasteel, with its own security pad. You can see a variety of boxes, crates, and bags.

Just near the door are several droid docking stations. Inside are four general labour droids of the ASP series.
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"Be a dear and summon the droids Wracore." She motioned with the muzzle of her blaster. "The sooner they're done, the sooner we can be on our way."

Victor takes a couple of minutes to shoot the holocams as Seku suggested. Taking a knee for stability, aiming through the scope and shooting the silver bulbs one at a time. Green bolts of plasma can be seen shooting up into the ceiling and corners every now and then.



Any check, mister GM, sir?

Sorry, life has been seriously busy this month. Missed when Seku suggested this.

It's the work of a few moments to blow away all the visible holocams. You consider it a possibility that there are more, subtly hidden.

Wrarcore shakes his head and spreads his hands. "I'm no tech," he insists, but goes over to the droid bays anyway. After giving them a once-over, he carefully reaches out and flips the activation toggle on one. It buzzes as it comes on, then steps forward.

"Affirmative," it says. Wrarcore winces and steps away from the droid.

After taking out the obvious holocams, he went around and peered through the scope of the rifle at every where a holocam was likely. He imagined where he would put them and looked for them there. Finding a few less obvious holocams he was fairly certain that he had made it very hard for anyone to see or record their doings and goings.

After which he sat down on a crate and looked his rifle over for a few minutes. It had after all done a lot of work in short while and keeping the rifle in tip top shape would always pay in the end.

F3-3T rolls past Wracore to the droids after processing chance at shooting hidden cameras, although he believes the chances of violent destruction of property would increase his chances of wooing a medical droid, the chances of re-wiring four class five droids to do his bidding would be far smaller to happen again before his service warranty expired and he was sent to be recycled by the Maker.

F3-3T rolls up to the droids and begins to try to jack into the first class five and make him understand he is the leader of a rebel uprising that will take over or free the galaxy, which ever comes first. He raises his tiny arms and beeps loudly with optimum bass output saved for special Hutt late night slug-drug dance offs.

He sends his electro-jack unit out toward the droid, a few moments pass and F3-3T turns his head to see if anyone is looking then proceeds to kick the droid repeatedly....

"BuupBuupDoopBuuppF3-3TBuupBuupDoopHurrungahHurrungah!![Language unknown: Ev la tr whevorive wa res Poecnial Avesomand Din Ssmiul. Intst les pe N Onewastic o ai seno-evitpr is Rat Ssck!!! Le insta is vorintwhi sa ati ssloeset urcon thoithset ma. AVERESREA at houch ing acthek. E po neacev!!!!]"

O.O.C. LOL well at least there was no threats....
19:20, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2p 3d.  Jack into Class 4 Droids and Splice them to do bidding!

The droids say "Affirmative" in ragged unison.

Seku goes over to the secondary transparasteel door and stares at the security pad for a moment. "Wrarcore, is there any chance you know the code to get us into this room? It would be far less trouble than blasting it open or slicing in."

Wrarcore is wincing in pain more with every Droid that activates. He takes a break from this to look scornful at the rebels.

" even if I did know the code for this door, what motivation do I have to help you? Perhaps you forgotten that you're holding me at gunpoint. It's the sort of thing that puts a damper on a negotiation relationship."

Jess came from behind to rest a pair of fawning hands on his shoulder. "I'll tell you a story from my days as a slave girl in a Hutt's harem," she purred in his ear

17:42, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 2d.  charm.
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Jess hears, or perhaps feels, something like a buzz in the air this close to him. She recalls now that gotals' horns are organic sensor cones, capable of detecting electro-magnetic fields. Obviously that is what disturbs him about the presence of droids, and probably explains why he chooses not to use a commlink.

His fur bristles slightly, and he swallows. "Nevertheless, I am not a cargo officer or in security. I know only a few of the security codes, only to the bridge and the officers' quarters."

He ponders. "If you get me to my computer station on the bridge, I could probably search the logs for the vessel and get the cargo access codes."

Seku ponders. She had been hoping to avoid storming the bridge, but she doesn't want to return to the rebellion with nothing but boxes of caff beans. F3, Victor, give me the over/under on getting through the transparasteel with thise droids versus the time it will take to storm the bridge."

F3-3T still smarting from his failed insurrection and subsequent dally of the droids tried to conjugate the possibilities of time it would take for class five droids to bust through doors and simply storming the bridge. "Zink. Beep. Nadink. Beep. [Language unknown: T elpeac ore ruttr ent alcaontr ect eeacek m siet. ]

F3-3T rolled around in circles arms in the air as if he had hit a brick wall with his programming nothing was going right. Something about 36 percent chance he was wrong about everything he had done since boarding the ship. The little droid beeped and seemed to moan in agony unseen to those without circuits.

19:52, Today: F3-3T rolled 1 failure using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4a 3d.  Over Under Droids v.s. Storming Bridge.

Jess looked at the others in desperation.  "Is it a fight we need to make? Time is wasting, let's get the cargo and get out of here."

"Agreed," Zev said as he did what he could to hurry the work.

F3-3T readies his ugly looking slug thrower in preparation of storming the bridge. He does his best to remind his Duros leader that perfume, precious metals, poisons and the delicious “restrictive” items have been stowed away as well. He also makes it clear munitions and medicine are the clear valuable freight more valuable barter and buying power than expensive weapons, unless they had a clear buyer or wanted to start a civil war for political reasons.

“ZeeepADeep”.

"Yeah, I know F3. I got it. Only the good stuff," Zev responds to the ornery droid.

Seku watches F3's panicked beeping with a wry smile. "Alright, alright, forget the bridge. Why dont you just slice into the medicine then."

She also overhears when the droid reminds Zev about the hidden luxury goods. "Oh right, we could always sell that stuff. Let's see if we can find it. The sooner we're out of this room, the better. It's freezing in here."

She starts moving around the room and opening crates looking for hidden valuables. She finds a promising looking crate and tries opening it, but finds it stuck. After struggling for a minute, she gets knocked over when the vacuum sealed container suddenly breaks open.

Seku Bondara rolled no successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 3d.  Skulduggery to search for luxury goods.

"What did you do!" Jess demanded. She regarded the vacuum sealed container and got ready to beat feet.

Inside the crate is boxes of frozen ground caf. It is both harmless and unharmed.

"Food, medical supplies, useful parts, weapons, things like that." Jess scampered from crate to crate in her search, asking F3 to have the cargo droids to convey them back to the freighter as they were found.

In the small crates it would appear that there is nothing but freeze-dried caf, and lots of it. The large container seems to hold field rations, of the sort guaranteed to sustain life and block up your digestion.

"This one," Jess tapped the rations crate, "F3, can you get our new helpers moving this to the airlock please?"

As much as F3-3T wished to retrieve contraband he understood their fledging rebellion depended on the ability to have a barter resource that was of high demand easy to use and useful at the same time to their cause hurt their enemy bot to have and was easy to buy and sell thing s with. Medicine was the bands best bet, with a twirl and a series of estatic beeps the droid jacked in and led them through the series of holds electronically to the cargo sending the series of less programmed and destinied droids to load the cargo. He would have to save the perfume for a later date and doubted he or his medical droid femme fatale would ever be inhabced with olfactory sensory units so the perfume would be redundant to his own selfish goals. “Beepbedebeeeep!!!

03:10, Today: F3-3T rolled 4 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 2D.  Slicing into Medicine hold then munitions

While F3 works on the door, Seku move to the loader droids. "You will grab those containers and follow me to the airlock." She indicates inside the transparasteel door.

There is a moment when the security system beeps, but the door does not open, when it seems like things might be going wrong. Then with a little elbow grease, you are able to pull it open. It seems that this door does not work particularly well at low temperatures.

Once you are inside, you are able to find a wide variety of crates, boxes, cylinders, and portable Refrigeration units. These all have different Medical supplies, tools, and equipment. You direct the ASP droids to begin bringing it to the Docking Bay. They're far too stupid and single-minded to question that instruction. However, you do have to redirect them to use the load-lifters, because they initially try to carry the supplies armload-by-armload.

Remembering the information you uncovered from the redacted manifest, you carefully search until you find the unlabelled container. It is a vacuum-sealed container with biohazard warning signs, hardly bigger than a Tatooine hubba gourd. With the twist of a dial the container goes from opaque to transparent, while still being sealed. A dozen glass ampules sit suspended in colloid.

 A thick sheaf of paper is attached to the side of the container. It is a scientific summary of "Compound NC-17." Although written in Basic, the language is so obtuse that it is hard to make out any useful information.

Medicine 2D or Education 1D. threats represent extra time taken to read it.

Soon a large amount of medical supplies will be put aboard your ship. It will take some time for the ASPs to finish their work, so the team has more time to explore the ship and choose other goods to confiscate.

Seku slips into the room behind the loaders after they have begun moving the supplies and picks up the box. She moves out of the way and begins to read the description. "Now this seems interesting. Wrarcore, what do you know about compound NC-17?" She asks her question a little absent mindedly to leave an opportunity for Jess to coax more information out of the Gotal.

Seku Bondara rolled 2 successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3A 1D. Education to understand label.

Jessica dashed from crate to cylinder, reading labels, looking for the most useful and valuable for the cargo droids to begin moving.

19:47, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 4 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1d.  read label .

The compound is a new one, according to the document. You have not heard of it before, at least under this name.

The first section is a high - level summary of the test results. The substance was tested thoroughly, and found to have no known medical function. It is toxic when injected, especially to the brain or blood. It is a neurotoxin, causing death to the brain of most species. It is substantially less effective when injested or inhaled, but in a high concentration it can also be poisonous.

If injected to the heart, brain, or spine, death will occur in a minute or less. The first sign is a severe, painful seizure, followed by respiratory failure. It is believed that the subjects experience hallucinations prior to this, but the data was inconclusive.

According to the data, the amount you have here is sufficient to kill a few dozen people if used correctly. You are slightly sickened to see that more than a hundred sentients were killed to test NC-17.

"Something for the doctors back on the base to figure out?" Victor asks Jess while standing behind her, glancing at the label.

Victor continues around looking at boxes and crates, trying to find something more interesting than frozen caff.

15:05, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 1 success, 3 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3d 2a ((5(D), 5(D), 7(D), 6(A), 2(A))).

[Private to GM: I gave it 3d. Anything restricted or weapon related would be interesting to Victor.]
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Seku's nose wrinkles in disgust as she reads through the notes. "Personally, I think it sounds like it would be the perfect thing to inject into the neck of an Imperial functionary. Maybe one who signed off on a program to kill hundreds of people to test a neurotoxin." Her tone is bitter as she turns the dial to make the container opaque again and tucks it under her arm.

Straightening up, she marches for the exit to the cargo pod; weaving her way through the loader droids as she does. "I think the droids have loading the medicine handled. Let's see if we can find the cargo pod that has those weapons in it. It's probably at least worth taking a look at what's in there don't you think?" She leads the way out into the ring corridor and towards another cargo pod entrance.

This report appears to have been generated by the Corporate Sector rather than the Empire. Apparently they were experimenting with the drug for medical purposes, couldn't find one, and moved on to testing it as a poison.

Victor is looking over the containers of caf, trying to decide which one to open. He sees a detail that catches his eye. One of the containers has a symbol carved into it. Plenty of boxes have scratches, but this one is so deliberate that it gives him pause. He opens it, finding that it was not sealed. It is empty - of caf. Inside is a note written on a small piece of flimsy.

Vials were not stowed properly - one was broken. Stored in my quarters until touchdown.

Victor looks inside carefully and sees a small amount of broken glass. He collects one of the rounded pieces and sees that there is a small amount of soft, glittering dust on it. Spice.

Jess kept an eye on the corridor and their escape route, her blaster out but raised to the ceiling to avoid a mistaken shot.

Beta team takes the circular hallway around the ship from Cargo Pod 4 to Cargo Pod 8. You pass several other cargo pods on the way. They are locked already. The holocams in the hallway hang overhead in their smoked glass domes. You also pass the Engineering section, which is locked down as well.

Finally you reach Pod 8, which is not far down the hall from the docking bay. You watch the ASPs handle their loadlifters on the way to deposit your commandeered medical supplies on your ship.

The door to Pod 8 is, predictably, locked.

2D Computers.

Jennifer punched in a sequence on the pad to the pod, while glancing towards their escape route. "I have a bad feeling about this, so everyone please hurry." As the door slid open, she went back to her impromptu post of watching the way out.

09:51, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1d.  computers.

The door pops and slides open without a fuss. You cautiously enter the cargo pod.

The cargo pod is filled with crates, neatly piled and strapped into place with webbing. There are two colours of crates, which are intermingled a little bit but mostly are piled on one side or the other of the cargo pod. The dun colored crates are all the size, about a meter tall and wide, and about a meter and a half long. Although they are all the same size, their labels are very different. Each of them indicates, in addition to a long serial number and some other codes, that they belong to a model of droid.

The other type of crate are matte black, and come in many different sizes. Some are to meters squared, While others are only the length of your forearm. They all have labels, but no intelligible information is provided. It's all codes and serial numbers.

Behind you, out in the hallway, you hear the general labor droids heading back towards pod 4 to collect another round of supplies.

After finding the note, Victor goes to find Wrarcore. "Who wrote this note and do you know anything about it?" he asks him promptly.

"Zev! It might be a good idea to get back to the ship in case we need to go quickly!" The blonde shouted through the bay.

Wrarcore puts on a sabacc face. Aside from him wincing in the presence of the droids, he is blank of emotions.

"I have no knowledge of this note or its import. You know as much as I."

cool or discipline or deception 3c if you wish to try to catch him in a lie.

"You haven't spent nearly the time I have at sabaac tables Wracore. Now what's the truth?" Jess looked at him penetratingly.

20:56, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 4 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p 3c.  catch a lie. (using cool)

While Jess and Victor try to get more information out of Wrarcore, Seku begins to take a look at the matte black crates. She starts by trying to open some of the smaller ones.

Wrarcore recoils from Jess' gaze. He puts up his hands as if to defend himself.

" all right, fine. I was not involved myself, but I think some of my fellow officers were using this opportunity to sell some restricted commodities. I don't know who, but if it really is them, the spice is probably in their quarters. That is where we met."

Seku opens one of the crates and finds disassembled blaster parts. In another one, she finds charged Blaster packs. Then disassembled armor, and then components of explosive mines. It seems clear that there is a variety of military grade weaponry here, that would only require an armorer to be ready to equip a small army.

"I'm gonna check it out. Jess, can you stay to guard this one?" he asks Jess.

[Private to GM: Some kind of search check? Skulduggery? ]

Seku grins. "Oh, this stuff is good. We're going to want some of this." She heads back out into the corridor and runs after the loader droids as they March back to wards the medical storage room. She catches the last two in line. "Hey you two, stop. Follow me, I've got something else for you to load." She leads them back to the weapon pod and orders them to start loading the black crates. While they work she investigates the dun colored crates to see what they have inside.
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F3-3T lets out a high whistle and follows Seku toward the orange crates.

"Affirmative," reply the droids, and turn their load-lifters towards pod 8. At your direction, they pick up the black Munitions crates and begin bringing them towards your ship.

You examine the dun-coloured crates and open a few. Each contains droid parts. It's hard to tell without them being assembled, but they would appear to be a small variety of general use droids. Some are general labour droids, like the ASPs. Some are construction droids, specialized for a small number of specific tasks. Some are power droids, or mousers. These Droids are, in general, very common and not terribly expensive. However, you do open up one crate and find the head of a 2-1 B Medical Droid staring back at you. Possibly, if you search you could find the parts necessary to assemble a Class 1 or Class 2 Droid.

Victor is taking the shortest route from part 8 back to the officers quarters. This involves walking past the Docking Bay, where your ship is connected to this ship.

When he gets there, he observes something that he wasn't expecting to see. The crates containing medical supplies have been assembled into a semicircular barricade blocking your access to your ship. As you watch, one of the asps slots a hefty crate into place in the wall, and then Wheels around to climb back onto its load lifter. It drives past you, apparently on its way to collect more supplies just as it had been doing.

Victor is taking this all in when he hears electric sparking. On the other side of the semicircular barricade, he hears the distinctive sound of arc welding. He can see flickers and flashes of light reflecting off the walls on that side. Someone over there is welding, but you cannot see them.

"We may have a problem at our ship. Could use some back up." Victor says quietly into his commlink.

Victor grips his rifle firmly to his shoulder and readies himself for combat. He goes around the boxes and tries to peak around to see who is welding. Moving as silently as he can so not to alert the welder.

23:59, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 3 successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4a.  open stealth roll.

Jess keyed her comlink. "I'll be right there." Holding her blaster level and feeling a surge of adrenaline, the blonde advanced along the wall, ducking from cover to cover.

19:02, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 successes, 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  stealth  I'm not sure how to use the triumph in this scenario 
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Jess sneaks by the ASPs on their way back towards the cargo pods. They ignore her regardless. She reaches the docking bay and finds, like Victor moments before, that the crates block their path. The welding pauses for a moment, then continues.

Gripping her blaster tight, Jess crept up on the welder, the slightest report of her footfalls covered by the hiss and crackle of the welder. Coming around the edge of the crates, she extended the barrel to the welder, a lethal expression on her face.

23:12, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 3 successes, 1 advantage, 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  sneak.

Unfortunately, the wall of crates is a complete ring. Although only a meter and a half high, it blocks easy access to the ship.

Jess pauses, estimating the welder's position. She waits for the welding to stop and then start again, so that the welder will be distracted. She vaults up and over the small wall, landing near-silently.

A red-and-white R2 astromech droid is busy using its built-in arc welder to seal the crates together. It seems to be fortifying this position against you. The droid does not appear to have noticed you, focused as it is on its task.

Sighing, Jess squeezed the trigger of her heavy blaster, ducking backwards to avoid the shower of sparks from the r2 unit.


0:31, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  shoot.

Seku isn't sure what to make of the boxes of droid parts and she tells F3 as much. "I'm not sure where a droid would rank in our hierarchy of things to take back to the rebellion. What do you think F3?"

At that moment, Victor comes over the comm requesting backup. "We better go see what that's about." She dodges around the ASP droids and jogs back to the airlock, arriving just in time to hear Jess fire her blaster. Moving over to where Victor is kneeling, Seku asks: "What is going on?"

The enemy R2 turns one of its photoreceptors to see Jess and gives a sort of bleating beep. She blasts it. Its dome pops and smoke billows out. The arc welder gives a few sad sparks before dying. The droid stays still.

Victor nods at Jess, then goes to check on the weld to see what the damage is to the ship.

"Let's get this stuff loaded and get out of here while we still can!" Jess jammed her pistol back into its holster and started testing the crates for a weight she could lift or push through the airlock and into their freighter.

F3-3T again has experienced a large lapse in his memory core, the data retrieval shows that he was fully un-operational for a good length of time. When he comes to he hears the lekku headed slave rebel leader call out about the droids found in the blandly colored crates.

It doesn't take F3-3T long to recognize that most are about as useful as Bantha manure on an asteroid but then he stumbles upon the dissembled medical droid and his circuits near fry from excitement. F3-3T pays little attention to the rest of the group frantically looking for a full set of the droids parts, he swears this model is the same as the very medical droid he fell in circuit symmetry with upon a rebel frigate. If it was possible she would be worth her weight in gold to the rebellion in service and possible information that could aid F3-3T in his quest for "love".

"ZeeeeepShwaaangDinng[Language unknown: !!!!Wheos diesti o ek T is comeveone e thneaial dinounavelin ssloic us dihere o in us ardbuttin ne al derversan verereandhis. K tr ngsa romstaast resdaywer sti ulsthi evhas ilpean. Ei bete u ivieiv-illi lesandoer. Erncat conillred on SETANYOUR whe she aiort proad ch ommockdi mo m ill stasanstrlin setectoer lierta..... ]The droid waves his tiny arms in protest to leaving the ship without the most important cargo. He seems quite serious and if using human terms, almost criminally and pathologically insane.

It doesn't take long to collect all necessary parts of the 2-1B droid, a general medicine droid suited to a variety of work. You don't have time to assemble it, but gathering all the parts together in an empty crate isn't so hard.

The enemy droid, currently smoking and immobile, hadn't had the chance to completely seal the cracks in the wall. Pushing through is only a matter of effort, although you don't get done in time for the ASPs to get back with the next collection of confiscated supplies. They begin piling the crates onto the barricade, reinforcing it. This was apparently the last instruction they received and are continuing. You shout at them to stop, then redirect them to put the supplies back on board your ship. They comply with a toneless 'affirmative,' as if contradictory instructions are of no interest to them.

Victor looks the ship up and down. It doesn't look like the little astromech came on board the ship at all, and did not damage the boarding aperture. You are safe to continue.

Red Leader contacts you over the commlink. "Been awhile, Beta Team. Are you almost finished? We have no idea how long it will be until the Empire gets here!"

"Let's take what we can and get out of here. Those droids aren't helping!" Jess turned back to finding a crate she could move into their ship.

"Roger that Red Leader. We're loading the loot up right now. just give us a little longer to see if we can track down any special cargo they're hiding." With Jess and Victor having dealt with the astromech that was presumably the ship's engineer droid, Seku helps correct the orders given to the ASP droids before heading back to the weapons cargo pod. As she turns to leave, she shouts back to Jess: "I think the droids will be able to handle things from here. They just got sabotaged a little by that astromech. Come help me find some of this cargo that isn't showing up on the register. I'll bet anything that's the really good stuff." She ushers Wrarcore along with her, making sure not to let the Gotal out of her sight.

Seku will help with a group Perception check to find the secret cargo. She can give 3 Cunning to the base pool, or a bonus die if we've got a better skill combo.

Working with Zev, Jess pushed, pulled, dragged, lifted and carried crates from the intership corridor back to the original freighter. Starting with creating a pathway between the crates for easy egress.

F3-3T follows closely behind Jess "Jessica" Swanhill as she bends over and lifts crates, the little droid's holo-pic begins filming as he attempts to help out the human infiltrator. He gives out a high pitched whistle mimicking human male piqued interest in female form, "Waaawoooza!!![Language unknown: Ntla Pa Riheti Ivllus Those....].

F3-3T also manages to use his Hutt designed cunning program to sort through the crates using high level math and devious ingenuity of Trandoshan hunters and high level Imperial quarter-masters. He quickly finds what they are looking for and and unfortunately opening a few packages in the crates which may or may not expose the carbon based oxygen breathing sentient beings to toxic air-borne substances. "Gaaaziit![Language unknown: Sta P!]"


21:47, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 successes, 1 threat  using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1A 1P 2D 1C ((8(A), 4(P), 4(D), 1(D), 10(C))). SORT THROUGH CRATES.

F3-3T accidentally triggers an upheaval in the floor he is standing on. The panels begin to separate, releasing a cloud of steam. He is knocked off his wheels by the moving ground, and the rest of you are temporarily blinded.

Out of the floor panels rises a frame of metal and transparasteel the size of a small room. Inside is a small platform on which rests four missile warheads. Beside it is a single large munitions crate.

Meanwhile, Jess is near the ship, helping the droids load cargo. She hears something down the hall, towards the bridge. She listens and hears the sound of many rapid footsteps coming closer.

"We're about to have company at the airlock, I need your help now!" she shouted into the comlink. Pulling her pistol from its holster, she ducked behind a crate only her blaster and eyes poked above it.  Spying additional pipes and wires in the overhead, Jess carefully began to shoot at any overhanging the door in the direction of the footfalls. Sparking wires began to dangle down across the threshold.

22:09, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 2 successes, 5 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 3a 1p.  cool check.  what can I do with 5 advantages?!
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Seku watches the missiles rise out of the floor in awe and lets out a low whistle. "Oh yeah, this is definitely coming with us." When Jess comes in on the comms with her call for help, Seku realizes what's happening and heads back out into the hall with her blaster drawn. "I don't think they want us to have those warheads F3."

Seku Bondara rolled no successes, 3 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a. Vigilance.

F3-3T can only rotate his head and curse in droid before the enemy heads their way.



10:58, Today: F3-3T rolled no successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1a ((1(A))).
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F3-3T hopes his cry for help gets to the labor droids before the enemy. "ZapZapZapEEEPP!!"[Language unknown: Est ssouni sanredund entundsom toon ardweressati moth miteaser nctaol. Hat virpr ughandpro ver Ille pr Has ANTHASUGH urepreall i ica taerfo!]
As the little droid bellows out commands to the servitor droids he moves toward the bombs in which he plans to take apart or arm in case this breaks out into a hostage situation. His medical droid would also find it possibly romantic him blowing himself up for the Rebellion... If only he could make sure his own memory drive would survive the explosion. So many variables to work out, and damn the maker he was created as one of the slowest during a fire-fight.

O.O.C. Just an edit of my non-move when it becomes my turn.

Initiative
Jessica
F3-3T
Seku
Victor
Espos Bridge Team
Captain Valis Landal

The special warheads are inside a transparasteel cage the size of a small room. It is not immediately evident how to get them out. The cargo pod is packed with conventional munitions, safely stored in crates. A cunning agent, or a lucky one, might find some grenades or mines.

The ASPs are not programmed for combat and not imaginative enough to figure it out on their own. "Negative," they reply in response to F3-3T's command. Instead, they put down their burdens and move aside. They stand near the wall, patiently watching the action play out.

Jess and Seku take cover from the oncoming enemies. Jess fires her weapon, creating an obstruction for anyone trying to enter the docking bay.

Victor can be wherever he wants.

The 6 espos lead the charge, their tread heavy due to their riot armour and large guns. They stomp around the bend and nearly run into the cordon of sabotaged electrical wiring. They pause in the hallway, framed in the doorway.

Behind them is Captain Valis Landal. She is a human woman wearing a greatcoat and a bandolier, like an old-fashioned pirate. Her hair is swept up and back by a purple bandanna. She is holding a blaster pistol in one hand and a vibrosword in the other. She glances at the sparking wires and the Rebel boarding party.

"Form a staged firing line," she orders. The front two drop to one knee, allowing two more to aim over their heads. Though most of the Espos can fire now, they have no cover for the moment. Meanwhile, Landal aims upward at the sparking wires.

First combat round.

F3-3T is programmed to panic at times, or it would seem the bug inside him causes him to act out of order of operations. Seeing that they are again outnumbered the astromech droid tries to send his minions to battle which they refuse to do. Sullen F3-3T commands them to create a wall between the attackers and his team just in front of the munitions crate. "Zeeto! Bing Zeeto! [Private to group Droidspeak: Form a line at point A. each of you power down to sleep mode until further activated by your savior and commander in arms F3-3T, we must conserve power!].

He tries not to snicker by fooling the droids into forming a load lifting suit of armor versus incoming blaster fire. "EEEEEOOW", F3-3T exclaims as he makes a mad scramble trying to locate loose grenades among the crates of unsealed munition.

The little droids begin to form a haphazard firing blockade, although one of them seems not to listen to F3-3T's instructions and tries to help F3-3T to absolute no avail search through the crates for explosives. The little droid is moving so fast F3-3T can't keep up before he can shout out in dismay he realizes the little droid is pushing the searched through behind his brethren creating a thicker wall.


12:06, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 successes, 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2P 2A 2d.  Computers. Persaude Droids to form Wall. .
Use Strain extra activation: 4 total strain.
12:25, Today: F3-3T rolled 3 failures, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1p 1a 2d.  Search for Grenade or Explosive. .

"How did I miss!" Jess demanded of herself. She ducked back behind her hiding place as the shot went wide of what she was aiming at.

16:38, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 failure, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  shoot pipes.

Leaning out from behind the crates just long enough to line up a shot on Landal as she is frame in the doorway, Seku manages to wing the captain with a blaster bolt. As she ducks back behind cover, she whisper to Jess. "Do you think she's intruding on my aesthetic a bit? I kind of felt like I was rocking the space pirate thing." She grins, but there is the tightness of pain to the expression as it is clear her wound from the first battle still smarts.

Maneuver to Aim.
Attack deals 7 damage pre-soak to the Espos. Taking two strain for the threats.

Seku Bondara rolled 1 success, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 1B 2D. Ranged (Light) to attack the Espos.
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Jessica shoots wide, hitting the door frame. The ASP droids receive their instructions with an 'Affirmative' and create a wall of cover for you. Seku shoots one of the Espos, but his riot armour prevents any serious damage.

The enemy captain shoots, not at the Rebels but at the barrier of sparks. Her blaster bolts sever the current and leave the lines dead.

"Now get in there!" She bellows at the Espos. They hurry to comply. The six men enter, rushing towards the line of ASP droids blocking their way. They use their rifles, both as blasters and bludgeons, to smash the unresisting droids to pieces. Now that the firing lane is clear, they all hurry to take cover behind crates and girders. Captain Landal follows their example, taking cover behind a crate.

Ranged attacks on Espos are 2d 1S. Ranged attacks on Landal are 1d 1c 1s.

Jess leveled her blaster over the top of the crate at one of the espos and squeezed the trigger.


23:26, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 2d 1s. 7 damage before soak  espo.

Semi squeezed off another shot, this time aiming for the enemy captain. As she ducks back behind cover, she gets on the comm. "Alright F3, here's my idea: this ship is a big ring and I'm willing to take a chance that this is the last of their security troops here with us. See if you can get around behind them to the bridge. If we're very lucky, they might have left it unmanned. If you can take control of the ship maybe we can seal them behind some blast doors."

Maneuver to Aim.
Attack deals 7 damage pre-soak to the Landal. Passing the advantage as 1B to the next Allied action.

Seku Bondara rolled 1 success, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1b 1c 1d 1s.  Ranged (Light) vs. Landal.

Victor comes running from the ship where he had been guarding the entrances between the ships. He takes a knee behind a crate, stabilizing the weapon on it, focuses down the barrel through the scope. Finding the odd one out, he aims at the female leader and fires a single shot.



11 damage to Landal presoak (3 pierce)

08:30, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled 2 successes, 1 advantage using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2b 3p 1a 1c 1d 1s.  True aim sniper shot.


23:18, Today: Victor Zakharo rolled no successes, 2 threats using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1d.  Staying at medium range.

Net 2 success, 1 threat
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As the blaster fight continued F3-3T listened to Seku and tried to sneak around the detail. Although immediately rushed into a stack of crates emptied by the simple droids. The pile toppled about crashing around F3-3T in a thunderous clang and clack. Even in a blaster fight it could be heard. "Zurt."


19:21, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 failures using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2d.  Sneak Around Security Detail.

Jess inflicts another wound on an Espo. This time the man falls backwards. He doesn't look dead, but he looks too badly wounded to continue the fight.

Seku and Victor combine fire on Landal. She curses as blaster bolts hit her cover and her arm. When she raises her own blaster to counter-attack, her aim is shaky.

F3-3T gets nearly to the hallway door before accidentally forgoing stealth. The Espos note his presence, but continue firing on the organic Rebels.

The Espos fire a heavy volley from their riot guns. Jess hunkers and curls behind her cover to avoid exposing her body. One of the Espos stands up out of cover to get a better angle, and moves closer. He fires at point-blank range, hitting her lower leg.

2 successes, 1 threat , 1 triumph using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 2p 2D 1S.  espos R H.
9 Damage pre-soak
Critical: Hamstrung. Lose free maneuver under end of the encounter.
Espos lose their cover for one round

Landal takes aim at Seku. She fires her heavy blaster pistol repeatedly, her wounds making her aim shaky. One of the bolts grazes Seku.

The Force rolled 1 success using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2p 2d 1s.  Landal R L.
8 damage pre-soak

"Ahhgh!" Jessica gritted her teeth and groaned. Reflexively she pointed her blaster at her attack and squeezed the trigger. She heard a reciprocating groan of pain as her attacker's blaster dropped to the deck.




11:44, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 success, 4 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1p 1d.  shoot. Force the target to drop a melee or ranged weapon he is wielding. 7 presoak damage

Landal's aim may be shaky, but she manages to clip Seku on one of her head cones as she peeks around her cover and the disorientation and pain cause the Twi'lek to black out. She collapses behind the crates that she and Jess are using for cover.

Seku Bondara rolled 46 using 1d100.  Critical Injury.

Head Ringer: The target increases the difficulty of all Intellect and Cunning checks by one until the end o f the encounter.

Seku is unconscious.
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Horrid second act theme music emits from a bugged F3-3T as Seku (The freed Slave Dancer Leader of Alpha Team, no matter what re-programming takes place) takes a critical injury. That and the last ditch effort of his team to win the day have driven the sexually driven astromech to the brink of valor.... He believes, maybe just maybe a Twi'lek like her and a droid programmed like me have a chance at love?

The mad math variable of thought=love=valor, programmed into F3-3T drives his circuits into a mad dash of strain draining panic and efficiency.

F3-3T digs deep into droid jive and whilst finding a handful of wave III remote actived thermal detonators, quickly primes the buggers and hands one to each droid that passes by and instructs them to bring them to the enemy as careful as one would carrying a cup of Bantha Poodoo on the deck of an ISD commanded by Darth Vadar. F3-3T cries out in management rage.... "BingZapBlangDarng...PoodooWang!!!".

The little droids yelp, "Yup, yup. Boom Boom." and F3-3T rolls toward the injured Tw'lek muttering sweet nothings and that it will be alright as he commands his small gang to detonate the enemy if need be. Hopefully to primed thermals will scare the enemy into disarray and F3-3T can disarm them remotely by Hutt-Tooth technology stored in his sweet black chassis.

O.O.C.:18:27, Today: F3-3T rolled 4 successes using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 3D.  Convince Droids to Carry Explosives toward Enemy. Computers Check. .

18:18, Today: F3-3T rolled 5 successes, 20 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 23A 1P 2D.  Convince Droids to Carry Explosives toward Enemy. Computers Check. .

18:17, Today: F3-3T rolled 1 success, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2A 2P 3D.  Find Explosives .

Victor got out of sight while his rifle was charging. Counting the seconds impatiently.

Jess fires back, striking the enemy. He falls to the ground. The other soldiers seem to be low on charge for their weapons, and as a group reload their guns.

Meanwhile, F3-3T is very busy. He press-gangs his new militia into serving as his sacrificial brigade, arming them with explosives and giving them their instructions. One after another, the droids begin to march, in their plodding, unhurried pace, towards the Espos.

The Espos see all this. Wide-eyed and with empty guns, they hurry to finish reloading. Then one, and then the rest, all run back down the hallway.

Captain Landal hisses as she witnesses this. Unlike many commanders, she does not order her men to stand and fight when faced with certain death. Instead, she joins them in their hasty retreat. She has time to snap off a shot and destroy one of the droids before she makes it back into the hallway. The enemy are all about thirty meters down the hall now.

Gritting her teeth, Jess wriggled, crawled and slithered across the deck to her fallen comrade. "Seku is down! Let's get her and get out of here!" She shouted into the comlink before turning her attention to her fallen comrade. Cursing softly she tried to recall the instructions on how to use a medipac.


18:42, Today: Jess (Jessica) Swanhill rolled 1 failure, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 2a 1d.  medicine.

"ZeepOZeepOOzipAhF3-3T!!!Bleeep!!![Language unknown: Yin Il Ect Ionsheted Th! Eratr Sonsetson THOWILTHA!!]". F3-3T using his remote control connection to both droid and primed thermal ranged detonaters is up to his optical units in the endless possible variations and patterns the silly little buggers could collide and destroy the ship and the team.

The first is destroyed and his bomb falls toward the ground which F3-3T barely disarms before it hits the ground and rolls toward the Espos Captain, which another droid picks up, and F3-3T re-activates the bomb. 4 droids 5 bombs wheel in a single file line after the first is easily picked off, the lead droid passes its bomb to its fellow and raises its servo arms in programmed rage.

Now Second droid has two bombs as well as rear droid in the conga line of chaos. The team of suicide droids is moving at a relatively slow speed not wanting to leave sight and range of F3-3T and hopefully leaving enough time to drag the Tw'ilek slave Captain back to the ship. "ZonkBoopBleep[Language unknown: Noure os Acany...]", the little astromech beeps solemnly back to the group heading off himself behind the wall of bomb droids, placing himself in relatively large amount of danger to his precious love smitten circuits.


11:17, Today: F3-3T rolled 3 successes, 2 advantages using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 1P 3A 2D.  Supervise Bomb Droids Duty.

The enemy fire a volley at the oncoming ASP droids. Several of them are destroyed, but not all of them. The Espos flee down the hall, away from you. The ASPs, still being directed by F3-3T on their suicidal mission of destruction, follow. They are programmed to move at a slow, deliberate pace to avoid damaging anything, and are not catching up to their targets.

You can no longer see the Espos. They have fled too far to be visible around the curving hallway. It would seem that you have a moment of peace.

"STRNK!STRNK!STRNK!" F3-3T calls out to the suicide droids who stop in their tracks those that are still functional, some that were twitching on the ground stop as well. The astromech droid looks down to find Seku gasping for her life, "GAAAZEEBO!EEP SEKU BEEP!". The tiny astromech heads to the downed Tw'lek which he has grown fond of even if she refuses to dance exotically she is quite fetching in the droids calculations and tabulates she would make a good master, although dead he finds those calculations drop dramatically.

The untrained F3-3T rolls quickly over to Seku and does the best he can to staunch bleeding and inspect trauma on Seku, although his untrained spastic spanners might have infected the Twi'lek as he is covered in astro-grime and oils along with germs he has picked rummaging through trash bins and refresher tubes for spare anythings. He keeps her from dying at the moment, but she needs true medical attention. F3-3T tries to relay this although he still is unsure who speaks binary and who doesn't, he assumes no one understands anything he has said the entire mission.

12:12, Today: F3-3T rolled 2 successes, 1 threat using the Star Wars Edge of the Empire with a dice pool of 4A 3D.  Medicine Check Unskilled Difficulty 3d

Victor saw through his scope that the espos were frantically retreating from the droids. He didn´t get a clear shot at any of them.




Shocked at the news, Victor strapped the rifle on his back and ran to where Jess was administering to Seku. "Common! Let's get her back to our ship. Those wounds look bad but I don't think we can do anything about them here!".

Victor crouched down at Seku's feet and waited for Jess to take her shoulders.

Combining strength, you haul Seku's wounded body back into the ship.

Even through the stress of combat, you find a moment to take stock. It looks like the Espos are going to be able to destroy the bomb droids without taking significant casualties, but it will take them time and force them away from the docking bay. This leaves you with a few moments, perhaps a few minutes without interference.

Your ship is partially loaded with a cargo that the Rebels will find useful. You have the deadly poison in your possession, but currently the prototype missile is still locked down. After letting the ASPs take a lot of shots on your behalf, you don't have a labour force to continue the loading work.

The Rebels decide that resistance has gotten too stiff, and it is time to pull out. They get back on board their ship and take stations. The ship is still 'warmed up,' so it's quick work getting it ready for flight. You get the chance to watch the Espos and the Captain return to the docking bay just as the bulkhead slams closed. Faintly, you hear blaster fire before the airlock decompresses and the ship separates.

Red Squadron sees your freighter detatch. They have been waiting eagerly for this moment, because they are concerned about an incoming squadron of fighters from the nearby Imperial base. Red Leader's astromech transmits astrogational information to you, allowing the navigator to quickly calculate a short jump.

Just as you and the fighters are forming up to leave the system, your sensors chime a proximity alert. A Lancer-class frigate comes out of hyperspace only a few light-minutes away from your current position. Then a Carrack-class cruiser, and then a bulk transport arrive in system. The transport immediately begins deploying TIE fighters.

Fortunately, you are already on your way out. With the pull of a lever, your ship leaps into hyperspace.

Victor goes to check on Seku and see if he can´t patch up his own burns.

any sort of medbay on this ship and/or medical staff?
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There is no dedicated medical bay, but Victor is able to use the ship's small cache of medical supplies to stabilize Seku. He doses her with a painkiller and binds his own wounds.

"How are you doing, Seku?" Victor asks worriedly. "You took a nasty bolt there. I've done what I could but you should really take it easy for a few days. And see a real doctor as soon as possible. Doctor´s orders" Victor says with a wink.

Seku's initial response in a low groan followed by a sigh as the injection of painkillers hits. "Oh that hits the spot. I've been shot before, but never it the head. Does it at least look like the scar will give me some roguish charm?" She briefly opens her eyes and grins, but quickly shuts them again as vertigo hits.

"Got it! No bacta for you if you wanna keep that as a scar." he says "You look rogueish enough in those cloths. Almost criminal to have the face match." Victor smirked.