You Are Part of the Rebel Alliance and a Traitor! Take Them Away!

Saving Berrenger’s Behind
Episode 12-21-2016

.247 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
1900 hour – I am still standing at the door to the comm room. Voba is on the comm link with Berrenger. Who by the way is somehow in Iziz. (Berrenger) “Lets see. I think I got the parts for the shield generator. This card has a very short time limit. What else do we need?” (Voba) “I need a com scrambler, Electronic Lock Breaker, and if you can find 1 or 2. blackops data breakers.” In my confusion I blert out. (Cael) “We can use some AP grenades or maybe some thermal detonators.” Zal walks up behind me. (Zal) “Is this another wish list for Arkem?” (Cael) “Actually Berrenger can get this stuff in Iziz.” (Zal) “I want a quad laser for the crate, please.” (Berrenger) “”Ok, OK, I got the list. Let me make a few calls and work on it. I will call you back soon.” (Cael) “Where is he exactly?” (Voba) “In an Uber limo. Somewhare in Iziz, I think.” I think to myself that maybe this Berrenger guy is pretty wealthy, or at least has wealthy connections. As we are all standing there. The Holonews network from Iziz shows a picture of me when we were in Shittown. That is a real bad picture of me trying to hide in that floppy hat. Then they show my rookie Blitzball picture and some of my worst game highlights. Wanted as a rebel conspirator, theft of imperial property and connection with illegal drug trafficking in an ongoing probe into juicing by pro blitzball players. Next they show Gaave stuffing a hot dog in his mouth. Then his mug shot from the customs arrest. Wanted for escape from imperial custody, rebel conspirator, theft and unregistered ship code. Next they zoom in on Zal in the background. She is smiling holding the broom. They put up a horrible picture of her as a rookie tie pilot. Wanted as a rebel conspirator and theft of imperial property. (Zal) “When did they take that picture? (Cael) “Shit, this is going to make going to Iziz very difficult for us now.” (Xian) “Zal, you flew tie fighters?” (Zal) “Yea, a long time ago.” I just shake my head and go get another cup of java. (Cael) “Maybe I should add some bourbon to this mug.”

2200 Hour – Gaave and Berrenger return with the parts for the shield generator and a handful of other small boxes. (Berrenger) “The rest of Voba’s comm equipment and 3 of those thermal detonators will be delivered to a secure warehouse location in 2 days. The Quad cannon will get dropped off in 3 days. As far as I know. These 3 boxes and that large crate are the parts for the shield generator. Are we good?” (Voba) “Very good. (Cael) “And you got all this with that crate of Glitterstim?” (Berrenger) “Wheeling and dealing. Helps to know the right people.” As I walk out of the comm room. I toss the empty juice bottle I was drinking in the trash can. It hits the edge. Bounces 3 times around the rim and lands on the floor. Everyone in the room just looks at me and starts chuckling. I pick up the bottle. Slam it into the trash can and walk out. I think I need some practice.

.248 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0500 Hour – I wake from a bad night. I take my frustration out in PT for a 30 minuets before the rest of the recruits and rebels show up. After 25 minuets of PT I am so wound up. I don’t even notice most of the rebels have stopped and are panting hard, out of breath. (Moonbeam) “Cael.! It been 25 minuets. Are we done?” I break out of my daze to notice that everyone has stopped and is staring wide eyed at me. As I stop I realize that they are all breathing heavy. Treb is the only one that has not stopped until I stop. (Cael) “Good work out. Dismissed.” As they all walk out I head to the target range. I pick up 8 vibro knives. Targets are set at 3 meters, 4 meters and 6 meters. I picture Moff Tarken as the targets. That Bastard is the one that destroyed my planet. Throwing the knives. I plant 3 in the 1st target. 3 in the next target and only 1 of the last 2 knives in the last target. The 8th knife misses. I go retrieve the knives. As I turn to go back to the throw line. I see Flower and April standing at the door watching me. When they see that I have seen them. They duck out the door. (Cael) “What is wrong with me. Did that news holovid really upset me that much? Was it the list of trumped up charges? Or was it that I stooped so low as to sell drugs to get the desperate supplies we need? That last thought is what is really bothering me. I was a good athlete. Never used those drugs. I hate those drugs and what they do to people.” I take a long hot shower. Shave and put on a clean day uniform. Just before I walk out of my quarters, I see Betty. She is leaned up against the cabinet. I really need to clean her.

The day consists of booby traps and mines being set along the motor pool entrance roadway and marking them on a map. The ATST is set as a forward post and the camo conceals it. I set up a rotating schedule of rebels in the ATST post. Work has commenced on setting the internal doors to be locked. Darius and Roy return from the hunting lodge. Torre informs me that he still possesses his battle programing and that he can bak up to a point to initiate it. (Cael) “Can you distinguish friendly from foe. (Torre) “Visually, Yes. Do you want me to initiate the program?” (Cael) “No, not yet. I will let you know when.”

1300 Hour – I find time to break down Betty in my quarters. Clean all her parts and reassemble her. There is a knock at my door. (Cael) “Enter.” Moonbeam enters my quarters. (Moonbeam) “Sir, the others asked me to see if you are all right?” (Cael) “I am fine. I just needed to work through something that was bothering me. I have also been slacking on cleaning Betty here.” I place the last 2 parts in place and insert the power pack. (Moonbeam) “Good, we were worried that you were abandoning us to Treb permanently.” (Cael) “Treb will be crushed that you don’t like him.” (Moonbeam) “Its that he sometimes forgets we are not as strong as him.” (Cael) “I will talk to him. Anything else bothering you?” (Moonbeam) “No, Sir.” (Cael) “Thank you for caring, dismissed.” As she leaves, I set Betty back against the cabinet. For the rest of the day. I go through Arkem’s daily report to us. Treb’s daily log on the progress of the students. Florek’s log on his complaints about the weather and the immense amount of stuff he has accomplished . I sleep a little better this night without the bourbon.

.249 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0515 Hour – I wake up from a dream of my uncle. Nothing bad in the dream. Just him waving goodby. When I get to PT. The entire group is there smiling. Ready and waiting for me. (Cael) “Good morning troops. I will try not to hammer you guys and myself into the ground this morning.” This brings a chuckle. A nice easy 20 minuet PT and everyone is refreshed. Shower, shave, clean day uniform and I go grab some chow.

0800 Hour – In the cafeteria Voba is discussing with Berrenger and Gaave about getting into the base to pull information directly from their computer. They will need to have Viga get them into the computer section. As I sit down with a plate of flapjacks and a mug of java. (Cael) “From what I remember of that girl Viga. She was a little unstable.” (Voba) “Arkem says she is trust worthy.” (Cael) “When are you 2 going?” (Voba) “I will try to set this up for tomorrow.” (Berrenger) “How are we getting there that wont look suspicious?” (Cael) “You can take the imperial speeder that is in the motor pool. You should take a driver. How about taking Darius for support?” (Voba) “OK, let me set this up with Viga.” Dendrick sits down with a plate of flapjacks and a deathstick hanging from the left corner of his mouth. (Cael) “So Den, how is our construction schedule looking for today?” (Dendrick) “Florek is finally done with the slave circuit for the box. It does not have the range we all would like. If you fly her from here. There will be a pretty bad delay.” (Cael) “Like how bad?” (Dendrick) “Bad enough that if you blink. You will miss the base. By 3 or 4 kilometers.” (Cael) “Means we will have to fly her from the crate. What else?” (Dendrick) “Well, The shield generator will take another 10 days to complete. I am pretty sure we have all the parts. We are raising 1 of the turbolaser turrets above the roof of the base. That will take 6 days. The internal doors and locks will take about 4 days. Plus we need some parts to complete that. The launch ramp for the headhunter will be complete tomorrow or the next day. We need some parts for that also.” (Cael) “How much in parts will we need?” (Dendrick) “Maybe 1800 credits worth.” (Cael) “We only have a little less then 3000 credits left in the base slush fund.” (Dendrick) “That is good to know. Excuses me, I need to go oversee some of the work.”

0900 Hour – to – 1800 Hour – I work on computer simulated battle tactics and possible scenarios of imperial intrusions to Whisper Base. Counter measures, possible outcomes, realigned troupe movements. It becomes tedious after a while.

Berrenger, Voba and Darius work on their uniform attire and cover story to get into Jiranna Base with Viga. Berrenger will be dressed as a navy lieutenant, escorting a civilian electronics contractor to fix a down system on the computer. Voba will be the civilian contractor in a maintenance jump suit. Darius will just be a driver in a junior officers uniform. Voba creates a persona, of Liutenant Nick Pappageorgio for Berrenger. Voba will use his own name for the electronics expert. Darius will just drive and not leave the speeder. This takes them all day. They also set up the time frame to meet Viga to get into the base.

.250 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0515 Hour – I wake up with a slight headache this morning. I should not have drank that much bourbon last night. At least there were no bad dreams. Darius is not a PT. Berrenger, Voba and him are already on their way to Jiranna base in the speeder. 15 minutes of PT then a quick 10 minute run through the base. The Partisan Rebels are starting to shape up. I mention to Treb that he may be expecting wookee strength from some of the human recruits. He apologizes and will work on that. I shower, shave, clean day uniform and I go grab some chow.

0700 Hour – Gaave and Zal are in the cafeteria. Sven has made waffles for breakfast. I grab a plate and some hot java and sit next to Zal. (Cael) “So, how is the launch ramp coming?” (Zal) “Damn, Florek modified the angle of it less then 1 deg on me, twice! He said { Now It Will Have The Optimal Angle To Thrust Ratio }. He is really starting to bug me.” (Cael) “He can be a bit fastidious. I see Voba, Berrenger and Darius left early this morning to get to Jiranna Base.” (Gaave) “Yup, it will take them at lease 3 hours to get to the base in the speeder. Not that I could not have flown them in the Gundar a lot quicker.”

I spend the next couple of hours with Treb. We go over the possible attack scenarios the imperials will take and how to counter them.

1115 Hour – Xian comes running into the training area where Treb and I are working. (Xian) “Cael, I think there is a problem over at Jiranna Base. You may want to come look at this.” I follow Xian back to the comm room. Gaave has the local Iziz news up on the big holovid screen. What we see is a speeder chase just outside Jiranna Base. 2 police speeders are chasing Darius in the imperial speeder. There is no one else in the speeder with him. All of a sudden the speeder stops and the holovid camera zooms in on Berrenger pulling Darius from the stopped speeder. They are having words. The police surround them and take both of them into custody. As the camera zooms out. I catch a blue glimpse of Voba in the croud. (Cael) “Son of a fricken nerf herder! What the hell happened? Gaave, can you raise Voba on his personal com, discreetly.” Zal walks into the comm room. (Zal) “Treb said there was big trouble in Iziz. Please tell me no one got shot.” (Xian) “Almost as bad. Berrenger and Darius have been captured.” It takes Gaave 20 agonizing minuets to contact Voba. He is at a nearby café with Viga. (Cael) “Talk to me. So what happened?” (Voba) “Darius had to move the speeder. He got spooked when they started to ask too many questions and ran. I am trying to track down where the police took the 2 of them. We may need you to extract them.” (Cael) “You mean impersonate Sariv again? We are going to need a few minuets to get ready.” (Voba) “I still need to find them. By the time you are in the air. I will have all the info for you. Viga, stop crying. Here drink this drink and calm down. Just go get ready and I will call you.” Voba cuts the connection. (Cael) Over the base intercom. “Flower , Moonbeam, This is Cael. I need you girls suited up and on the landing pad in 10 minuets.” I turn to Zal. (Cael) “You need a uniform also. We are going to have to take the YT-1210.” (Gaave) “I will fly…..” (Cael) “NO, I need you here to monitor the news net. Besides your face was all over the holornet as wanted. I at lease have passed for Sariv before.” (Gaave) “OK, please don’t scratch her.” As I runt to my quarters to change into the Lieutenants uniform and once again become Sariv. I think, scratch her. Who would notice another scratch?

1150 Hour – Moonbeam and Flower are in the imperial stormtrooper armor and have their blaster rifles. They are waiting at the ramp of the YT-2110 when I get there. Zal comes out dressed as a imperial pilot. (Cael) “Showing up in the Lambda would have been more impressive but this will have to do.” Zal has the engines warmed up in 2 minuets and we are on our way. I put a call to Voba. He is still at the café with Viga. She is a bit more calm now. (Cael) “We are in the air. What do you have for me?” (Voba) “They are both being held in police precinct #1245. I have Imperial Inelegance dossiers for you as Seriv and an under cover dossier for Nick Pappageorgio. I have incoming clearance listed at Jiranna Base for the YT-1210. I have not found where the speeder is. Been too busy making you guys look bigger then you are. Not sure how long we will be safe at this café.” (Zal) We can pick you up afterward at coordinates 128.2 × 227.9. Just outside the city. That is if we also don’t get captured.” (Cael) “Ye have little faith in the stern voice of imperial might. You need to bluff a lot when you play Sabacc.” (Voba) “Don’t do anything stupid. I will monitor from here as long as possible. Keep your personal comm open. I can pull info as you need it.” (Cael) “Roger that. Zal What is our ETA?” (Zal) “47 minuets. Give or take other police presence.”

1238 Hour – We are cleared to land at the police precinct. Zal brings her in hot and fast. The girls exit the ramp as it hits the ground. They place themselves on either side at the bottom as I heavily stride out. They fall in behind me. Several officers around the lot look curiously at the scene unfolding before them. We walk to the main entrance and up to the desk Sargent. (Cael /Sariv) “You are holding 2 of my operatives. I need them released. Not that you idiots have botched my operation here and months of undercover work.” (Sargent) “Who is it you are looking for, Sir?” I show the sargent on my data pad a picture of Berenger and Darius. (Cael) “These men are my operatives. I want them released to me now.” (Sargent) “Your identity, Sir?” I bring up the identity that Voba had sent me and I show it to the sargent. (Sargent) “They are in interrogation right now. You will have to wait until…” (Cael /Sariv) “Where is your commander. I wish to see him right now if you know what is good for you.” The sargent gets his Lieutenant. I hand the Lieutenant my credentials. His face changes to worry as he reads it. (Lieutenant) “You are just dressed as a Lieutenant.” (Cael /Sariv) “Officially, Yes!. Unofficially, well that is debate you will loose. I want my men NOW.!” There is a few seconds that I am unsure if this data pad pusher will give in. (Lieutenant) “All right. Follow me.” I motion to the girls to follow me. We follow the Lieutenant to an interrogation room where Berrenger is sitting in a chair, face down on the table in front of him. He lifts his head to look glassy eyed at me. Not sure if he recognizes me. (Cael /Sariv) “Nick, don’t say another word. You over there. Release him.” The officer looks at his Lieutenant who nods yes. The officer releases the binders on Berrenger. I turn to the girls and point to Berrenger. They shoulder their rifles and lift him out of the chair. At this point I see that his face is bloodied. (Cael /Sariv) “If you have damaged him or the information he carries. Then there will be hell to pay. Now where is my other man? The driver this man had.” (Lieutenant) “He is being processed in holding.” (Cael /Sariv) “Well then UN-PROCESS HIM!” I follow the Lieutenant to where the holding cells are. There are several people in there. Only 3 are human. They all have Orange jump suits on. The 1 that looks the closest to Darius is all swollen and blooded. I point to him. The guards bring him forward. It is Darius. (Cael /Sariv) Pointing to Darius. “Don’t say another word. I will debrief you when we are out of here.” Darius smiles. We return to the other room where Berrenger is. (Lieutenant) “Where are you taking them. I need to make a report.” (Cael /Sariv) “ Your report does not concern me. I on the other hand need to report that this operation has been compromised and is dead.” I point to Flower then to Darius. She leaves Berrenger for Moonbeam to help out to the YT-1210. Flower helps Darius out to the ship. As I leave the room. I look at the interrogation droid and think. This was close. I hope Berrenger did not tell them anything incriminating.

1428 Hour – Zal is standing at the bottom of the ramp when we exit the police precinct. The engines are still running. The girls help the 2 injured men up the ramp and into the ship. I walk up to Zal. (Zal) “I was getting worried you were not going to make it out of there.” (Cael /Sariv) “Whatever Voba put into that dossier file for me made them scared. Now that makes me scared. Lets get out of here. Nice and slow, and pick up Voba on the way out.” We both enter the ship. The girls have strapped the 2 men in the bunk room. They are sitting at the Lounge bench seat with their helmets off smiling as I walk past to the cockpit. As I get there. Zal has the repulsers lifting us off the duracrete lot. I let Voba know we will meet him and Viga at the designated point. (Cael) “Damn! That was close. Captain of the team scores a goal this time.” The YT-1210 slowly heads towards the pick up point.

Going from a luxurious ride to an interrogation room in 24 hours
Beringer Log 6

Personal Fund: 966
+200 from investments

Partisan Fund: 3,900

Black Card: 27,000 – now zero – details in report

With the black card with a 27,000 credit limit and 48 hours to spend it, I wasted no time getting onto the Galactic Trade Network (GTN). I didn’t care if I paid a premium for an item, as long as I got it quickly. I Skyped in Voba asking what shield components we needed. Voba gave me the component serial numbers and I was able to locate them for 2400 credits which include delivery to be received in 3 days. I made a request to deliver it to warehouse 751 in the city. I knew the warehouse was hardly used.

Voba made a request to purchase a comm sweep which included a scrambler and a jammer. I figured why not since we had to empty the card and it was easy to find on the GTN for 2200 credits. That stuff will be received in 2 days at warehouse 751.

Voba asked Cael what else we needed and all of a sudden, all I heard was some more illicit goods like a quad cannon and thermals. I asked Voba to get me onto to Hutt trade Network (HTN) to get that type of gear. I found a used and was way above the usual asking price for 12,000. I contacted the seller to negotiate a more reasonable price of 11,000, fast delivery and no questions asked considering the canon was already used. The seller obliged. I’ll get that in 3 days.

I sent a private message to the seller about Thermals. The seller told me he will get back to me within the hour. 15 minutes later, while in my Uber ride, I got a call from the card company asking to verify the purchases that were made. I had to play it up that I was in no condition to talk and put the agent on hold while I was pretending to vomit. I got Voba back on the comm asking for Preston, the cardholder’s pet name. Voba did a quick search on the galactic web finding Preston’s homepage. Voba found a pic of a dog named Snuffles and gave me that name. I got back to the agent and said “Snuffles” and played out my pretend inebriation. Seems the agent accepted my answer and I hung up before being asked to take a survey.

The seller for the Thermals got back to me and said he is willing to sell them at 2800 a piece but that cannot be transported in. I counteroffered to purchase 3 for 11,000 and to be delivered to warehouse 751. This was an offer the seller could not refuse and obliged to have them delivered within 3 days. I hope the seller gets insurance for that.

I arrived back at Whisper Base and all personnel, including Zal, Cael, and Rosa were busy upgrading the base. I had to debrief Voba to prepare our meeting with Viga and our entrance into Giarrano base where Voba may have an opportunity to tap into the mainframe.

I asked to borrow an officer uniform. A naval lieutenant uniform was available and I asked Voba to create a fake, usable imperial ID. Nick Pappageorgio has become my alter ego while in disguise. Voba was able to do so without effort. As for getting Voba in, we had to create a story stating Voba is a tech contractor and I am there to monitor his work. We needed a ride into the base and got Darius to take us in an Imperial speeder with him in a stromtrooper outfit.

Viga did some tampering on her end causing the router to fail; creating a trouble ticket for the incident. The stage was set.

Darius dropped us off in front of the base and I asked he stay there until we return. I met Viga who seems nervous all over. We had to get past the first set of doors into the buildings. My ID scanned thanks to Voba’s due diligence. Unfortunately Voba had to fill out a stack of paperwork before entering.

Once inside, Viga, Voba and I traveled down a long hallway to another desk. At the desk, they asked for all of our IDs. My Id was accepted. Viga’s was not; she was not authorized. I had to chastise her with my rough imperial accent stating she was incompetent. At this point, I had to continue on with Voba and without Viga. Viga said I should keep my comm link open and look out for a guard named Theaton. Voba, at this desk, had to sign another stack of paperwork.

Voba and I took the elevator up to the 3rd floor. Through Voba’s skills, he was able to locate the place we need to get to. We came open other desk next to a vaulted door. The desk scanned for me ID and Voba has to sign another stack of paperwork. I was getting nervous that time was ticking was before the next guard shift.

Voba and I were able to get past the door but only have a few minutes left before shifts change. There was one armed agent inside the mainframe. He asked for my ID then asked I watch over while he takes a bio break. I said yes while Voba started tunneling through the mainframe. Voba’s succeeded and was able to pull up anything on Whisper base, and attack plans on Whisper Base, and he managed to create and ingenious backdoor into the mainframe. Voba, with a turn of a switch, fixed the wifi issue. Our task was done.

Voba and I started to proceed out of the building. While back on the 1st floor, I hear Viga on the comm in a panic. She was able to get in and started to go up the elevator. She was about to compromise the whole operation. I asked her to come back down the elevators and meet me on the 1st floor. Meanwhile, Voba started to concoct a plan to get Viga off the base and without telling me, setup a honeymoon leave for Viga and I.

When exiting the base, Voba said I needed to show a little affection for Viga. I gave Voba a dirty look until it was uncovered that Viga and I are both on leave. How awkward, in fact it was the most awkward part of the mission. However, that excuse did get us off the base.

Unfortunately, once off the base, our ride was nowhere to be found. Darius moved but he panicked and was being changed by the Imperials on bikes.

I asked Darius to rendezvous with us once he thought he was in the clear. Darius started to meet us, but then floored it when the Imps found him. Darius was in a panic and I tried to stop him. He stopped his bike and I tried to pull him off and tried to put on an act of an officer disciplining his subordinate. The IMP Police showed up and the act did not work; they asked both Darius and I be on the ground. We were both taken into custody.

At this point, I hoped Voba was able to see all of this as there is no way I am able to talk myself out of this one.

I was placed in a holding location at the station. There were mostly aliens there who were picked up and all of them gave me a dirty look. One alien Gran approached me asked why I was there. I tried to ignore him but he was hostile. I said I was in for nefarious activity. I don’t think he fully understood and started to swinging at me. His punch missed me hitting the wall hard, like he was giving a warning shot. I then tried to convince the Gran I was not Imp, but he would not accept anything I said. The other aliens also became hostile. The gran body slammed me and that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in a room.

When I woke up, I thought at first I was in an infirmary. But it was an interrogation room with an interrogation droid and 2 intelligence agents. I was weak and sore and played it up when being interrogated. However, it seems that the serum I was given from the droid started to have its effect.

The intelligence agents first asked me for my name. I slurred it so badly, first saying “Berr” then ending it with “georgio”. The agents think they overdosed me but continued to interrogate me. They asked what I was doing inside the mainframe. My body subsumed to the serum and I told the truth that I was there with the Duros to hack into the system. However, the interrogation droid’s lie detector falsely stated that was not true and the agents believed it.

I was asked which planet I was traveling to next, and for some reason I was able to resist the effect and told them I was not going anywhere before passing out. The interrogation was a lot of strain on my already weakened state.

Moments later, could have been 10 minutes, or 10 hours, who knows, I was being cleaned up. Blood from my uniform was being scrubbed out and I was escorted out of the interrogation room to be met by Cael and Zal dressed in Imp uniform. I have no idea what Cael said but he did not seem happy. Cael also demanded the release of Darius, who seems to have faced a worse fate than I have. I was in no shape to think or speak and followed Cael and Zal out of the building and headed back to Whisper Base.

I need a bacta bath.

Side Note: Voba managed to upgrade Ceal and my alter egos on our identify badges to help access areas accessible to imperial intelligence.

A Shield Generator, My Kingdom For A Shield Generator
Episode 12-7-2016

.247 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
1315 Hour – Several of us are sitting in the Cafeteria drinking some hot java. Idly discussing a few ideas on securing the base. (Dendric) Our new chain smoking security expert. “I have several options already laid out in an extensive flow chart. With projected costs and implementation times. Booby traps for incoming ground troops. Setting up a forward lookout post. Upgrading the existing turbo-lasers emplacements to ion cannons. Maybe another anti aircraft turbo-laser installation. Building a shield generator. Internal base barriers and defense choke point locations. Various troop deployments. There was mention of a bunch of T-16s that were crashed not too far from here. Maybe they could be salvaged and utilized? We can fabricate a launch ramp for the headhunter to launch quicker. Just to mention a few ideas. (Cael) “We only have just under 3000 credits left in the base slush fund account. I am pretty sure we can not buy a slightly hot shield generator on the local black market for that little credits.” (Berrenger) “Don’t be so negative. You never know what product some dumb fool is trying to unload because he does not know what he has.” Dendric excuses himself to finish unpacking. After he leaves. (Cael) “Does he have to smoke those death sticks every waking minute of the day?” (Zal) “He seems a bit high strung. They may help him calm down.” (Cael) “The smoke makes me sick. I also doubt he has the parts for a shield generator stowed in his luggage.” (Gaave) “How is the flying bomb coming? The Box.” (Zal) “Voba has been non-stop working on making a large quantity of explosives. Florek is trying to set The Box to be flown remote controlled.” (Cael) “Berrenger, do you have any contacts that could find out when the Imperials will be attacking the base here? If we knew that date. We could hit them prior to them being ready.” (Berrenger) “I will check.” (Zal) “I am going to go check on Florek and then go look over the Headhunter you almost destroyed on me.” (Cael) “Hey, I said I was sorry. Besides, I did not crash. It was like falling with style.” (Gaave) “Glad I missed that maneuver.” Zal heads to the motor pool and I head to my quarters to work on the duty roster. When Zal gets to the motor pool. She finds Florek is having trouble getting the aileron controls to do what the remote flight program wants them to do. She helps him with the radio controls for a short while and then heads to the landing pad.

In the cafeteria. (Berrenger) “I may know a guy that can possibly help us. He is in a far corner of Iziz. In sector 3. I will give him a call and see what he has in inventory to sell or trade.” (Gaave) “I can easily fly you there in the Majestic Gundar. No one will pay no mind to us leaving.” (Berrenger) “OK, lets go. I also want to take a few Partisan rebels with us. If we just happen to purchase or get some parts. Then they can help us load.” The 2 men and 3 rebels take off in the Majestic Gundar before Zal gets to the landing pad. She is so intense on checking out the headhunter that she does not notice the YT-1210 is not sitting where she parked it. The manifest for the fighter shows that the headhunter only came with 1 concussion missile. As she removes the access panel. She discovers that there are 3 other missiles in the ammo magazine. She carefully removes them and sets them down on the duracrepe pad.

1400 Hour – Before going over the duty roster. I get Rosa to get 2 or 3 of her lackeys to get the schematics for the launch ramp from Dendric. I get them started constructing it. After a while, I remember Voba picked up the crate of glitterstim from the T-16 crash site. Maybe Berrenger can trade the drugs for some of the stuff we need around here. Maybe even for the shield generator. I put in a call to his communicator. When he answers, I give him the information about the full case of glitterstim and to trade it for what we need. I never used the stuff personally, but I knew some of the other guys that played ball professionally would use it. A case of the stuff, as I remember went for around 5000 to 7000 credits. (Berrenger) “OK, I will see what I can do.” He seemed a little leery of unloading the drugs. I next go find Dendric. He has actually taken over 1 end of a barracks room. He has set up a temporary desk next to his bunk as his office. As I enter the bunk room the billowing smoke from his death sticks hits me in the face. (Cael) “Please don’t set off the fire suppression system with those.” (Dendric) “Yea, Yea, OK. Can I help you?” (Cael) “I wanted to go over some of the ideas you had on fortifying the base. I was thinking we could use the 1 remaining ATST we have as the forward post. It at least has armor, weapons and can move or fall back as necessary. We can camouflage it down the road.” (Dendric) “That would work. That would save time on building the lookout post.” (Cael) “I also have our scrounger Berrenger, working on leads on a shield generator.” Dendric lights another death stick. Takes a puff and when as he puts it down on the ash tray he has on his desk. He notices he has another lit stick there. He smokes both of them. I leave him to his smoke filled room. I go find Treb. Treb is in the makeshift classroom with the recruits. (Cael) “Treb, I need you and some of the recruits to set up the ATST down the road from the motor pool as a forward lookout post. We need it camouflaged. Voba should have 1 or 2 vid cameras that can be placed farther down the road. Also set up some booby traps down the road. Trip wires, sensor pads, spring traps. Use your imagination with what is available. Make a map so we know where the traps are set. (Treb) “OK, We will get it done and It will show the class how to properly camouflage.” (Cael) “Good, I will also be sending some of the partisan rebels to you. I need you to get them up to speed on tactics and chain of command. Some of them need armor. Some need weapons. Can you handle all that?” (Treb) “Afirmative, sir.” (Cael) “Good, see to it.” I head back to working on the duty roster. It is so much easier understanding him with that wookee translator now. As I pass Roots in the hall. (Cael) “Roots, does Torre still have his B-1 battle programing in tact?” Roots gives me questionable wheerrrrr that he is not sure. (Cael) “Can you please find out. I may want to deploy Torre as internal base security if we get over run by imperials.” He gives me an affirmative beep and rolls down the hall.

1530 Hour – Zal has removed the 4 missiles from the fighter. She takes them to Voba to determine how he will utilize them. (Zal to Cael) “Cael, I am going to take the headhunter out to survey the T-16 crash sites. See what we have to work with. What is salvageable and what is not.” (Cael) “OK, don’t be too long and don’t go looking for trouble.” (Zal) “Me? How can little ole me get into trouble?” as she cuts the call to my communicator. (Cael) “I know how you can get into trouble.” Zal preps the headhunter and takes it out at a fast clip.

1600 Hour – As I pass the comm room. I can hear the local communication channel from Iziz. Something about a ship. “The Hand of Sorrow” is being boarded by customs agents. (Cael) “Wasn’t that the name the Tie fighter called Gaave’s YT-1210 when we were over Iziz? Maybe I was mistaken. That crate is still sitting hear at the base.” In the hall I come across Rosa. (Cael) “Rosa, I need the rest of your crew to check in with Treb. We need to get them ready for the attack on Jiranna Base. Armor, weapons, directions, training. You know the drill. We all need to work like a team.” (Rosa) “Ok, I will round them up and send them to the rec room where Treb has been holding class.” (Cael) “So far I have 2 men training in each of the 2 turbo-lasers. I have another 2 men working on maintenance on the base generators. Xian is doing a good job of helping Voba and Gaave. The rest are just not handling their keep around here.” (Rosa) “Ok, ok, I will talk to them. I still want in on any attack planing. These are my men.” (Cael) “Yes I know, but if you want to get rid of the Empire on your planet. Then you have to help us here.” (Rosa) “If you have the equipment. I will get the men in line.” (Cael) “Good, this operation is going to start running faster as we get closer to attack date.”

Back in my quarters / office. I go over the inventory list and how we should be utilizing what we have. We should have just enough armor. Between what we scavenged from the Imperials and what was sent to us in the last drop. We should cover everybody. Weapons we have plenty of. With some left over. I would prefer some heavy 1 hand blasters for close quarters. The E-10s are not meant for base defense or close combat. I am going to need to set up 2 man teams for the 4 BlasTech E-Web Repeaters we have. They will cause some havoc but they are heavy and slow to set up. I might want to set up 1 at the top of the motor pool. Just in case we get breached there. We may need Voba to fabricate some grenades. We are running low on those. We do have some of the rocket grenades the Rebels brought with them. The personal shields will also help in close quarters.

1815 hour – I look up from my data pad work at the chronometer. I head to the cafeteria for some chow and more java. As I pass the communications room. I hear Voba talking to Berrenger who is at some night club in Iziz. Something about he is in possession of a Black Imperial Express charge card. So Berrenger is either independently wealthy. Which I don’t believe for a second. He has very wealthy friends or is a thief. I am leaning closer to thief in my gage of this guy. I got to keep an eye on him and our inventory. Wait, how did he get back to Iziz so quick?

Need for Speed?
Beringer Log 5

Beringer Personal Log

Personal Fund: 766
+200 from investments
Partisan Fund: 3900
-100 from bribery

While everyone is working upgrading Whisper Base for a possible Imp invasion, I was sorting through various leads to help the cause. They are:

1) First Imperial Bank Job Heist: taking out an armored hovercar carrying up to 40,000 credits. Personally, I am not a thief and don’t think much of bank heists. However, it’s an Imp bank and if I can hurt them economically, it’s all good. This is a job I may consider.

2) Mercs/Swoop Gang: gangs have grudges with Imps as they are cracking down on swoop racing and their spice deals. They need other sources to launder their deals. This is something I should look into more. I’m sure Zal would love to be behind the wheel of a swoop in a race.

3) La’Vea Tarpitte: kidnap the underground leader who I indirectly interacted with back at the museum. He’s worth a lot in ransom, but I am skeptical. First, I am sure he has a lot of protection. Second, I would have to leave the planet once he is released. I think this is an option that should not be entertained.

4) Loose Lips at Military Academy: Siphon information from drunk cadets. This may come in useful if other leads end up nowhere.

5) Call in Favors / Setup Mole: There is a former Imp intelligence Tech who wants to defect. Her name is Viga. It’s possible good lead especially since I was just asked if we can find out if the Imps are making a move on Whisper Base.

I was asked to help with the base upgrade and get the right components for the base shields as it’s probably the hardest component to acquire. I setup a meeting in the city with a contact to see if I am able to get those components.

Also, I was asked to see if I am able to get information when the Imps may attack Whisper Base to see if we are able to have the base operational on time. I figured now is the best time to meet with Viga. I was given Viga’s contact info and description, as well as possible places I may find her.
I asked Gav is he is able to fly myself and a few of the partisans into town to pickup supplies and meet with Viga. Gav seemed more than happy to help; he’s way too attached to his ship.

Also, Gaave asked me to do a favor and dump from Glitterstim into the market. I was against the idea of distributing the Glitterstim in my home town. However, I didn’t mind dumping it off at the Imp academy if it ended up there. My conscious felt clear and agreed to unload the goods.

Upon arrival into the town, the sip was halted by customs agents. Gav panicked and hid in the ship while I made an attempt to stabilize and land the ship. Good thing I didn’t mess up the landing. I met with the group supervisor and told him I was on my way back from delivering sulfur from the plant. The supervisor did believe me somewhat since the ship still stunk of rotten eggs but still wanted to search the ship.

I showed the supervisor my union membership as proof as I was resident of the city. I also greased his palm a little to look the other way. Good thing he complied as there were armed partisans on the transport. There was no need for bloodshed and I don’t think Gav would appreciate his ship being shot up from the inside.

We landed and I tried to get a hold of the shield components. From my contacts, I was unsuccessful finding the shield components. It was a critical failure on my part. I had to find another way, but had to place it on hold as I was to meet Viga.

I headed over to a bar to meet Viga. Apparently it’s an Imp academy bar, so I knew I was already out of place. I entered the bar acting I worked there. I found an apron, hat and a tray to help with the disguise.

From a data pad, I had a picture of Viga so I was able to find her in the place. I approached her and told Viga Whisper base is running, which caught her off guard. She worked there at one point so she knew who I was. She seems a bit over eager to join; which makes me a bit skeptical with her authenticity. She said she can get us into the base and access to the mainframe.

I excused myself and contacted Voba asking if it’s possible to gain access to the mainframe if we were able to get inside. Voba seemed a thrilled being able to gain access to a closed system; who knows what information he is able to pull.

I went back to Viga and said we will look into her idea and in exchange we will fake a kidnap in order to help her join the rebellion. Before we left, I asked Viga is she knew anyone who I was unload the Glitterstim. She pointed out this one guy partying hard, Preston.

I approached Preston and asked if he wanted a sample of the Glitterstim. He took it in and started buying shots all around the place. Unfortunately, I had to partake in order to gain his confidence. I kind of regret it. Anyway, through an easy negotiation and his partly incapacitated state, I was able to negotiate a case of Glitterstium for his blackcard for 48 hours. Preston said it has a 100,000 credit limit, but has no idea who much credit is left.

I took the card and called an Uber with his card because my thinking has been somewhat compromised. A fancy vehicle showed up; Preston must be a frequent user.

On the way back to the ship, I FaceTimed Voba showing the card in my semi-drunken state. Voba seemed surprised with the card I held. I asked if he was able to find out how much was on the card. Voba asked I provide the number and found out there is 27,000 credits available. I said we have a 48 hour window and Voba agreed it’s time to shop on the GTN (Galactic Trade Network).

If You Cant Shoot The Tie Fighter, Intimidate Him
Episode 11-9-2016

.246 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
Voba, Gaave and Xian have been busy. They have most of the holovideo screens hooked up and are channeling data from various places around Iziz. There are also less exposed wires this time around. Zal is helping Roots and Florek work on the life support system in the YT-1210. (Berrenger) “Don’t worry about the cost of the parts.” As he just smiles at me when I ask him how much they cost us. Cant figure out that guy. It is beginning to rain a little harder. Torre has been overly busy keeping the leaking trash compactor from flooding the floor. Treb and the young recruits are returning to base via the lower road leading to the motor pool.

1830 Hour – Gaave lets me know that he would like to have a full meeting when the recruits and Treb return. (Cael) “They are ETA in 20 to 30 minuets.” (Gaave) “Great, then we will meet in the conference room in 1 hour.” I go and open the bay door to meet the recruits in the motor pool. They all look tired. Treb seems very energized. (Cael) “Meeting in the conference room in 20 minuets. Everyone, get a little dried off and cleaned up. Good job squad. Good job Treb” I grab a cup of java from the cafeteria and head to the conference room. Voba is there already and cussing in his native language at some wires. Gaave is inputting data at a terminal. I sit down at the main desk and put my boots on the desk hard enough that they can hear me. Xian jumps to attention. Gaave even jumps at the sound. Voba just rotates his head slowly to look at me with a scowl on his face. I just smile at the 3 of them and sip my java. They finish the set up by the time people start filtering in. Gaave soon begins the meeting. There are local maps up on some of the screens and images of the area around Jiranna Base on others. (Gaave) “Good evening everyone. I have some good news and some bad news.” (Cael) “Start with the bad news, so we have something good to look forward to.” Gaave gives me the stare. Like I am scared of him. I smile back at him and sip more java. (Gaave) “OK, the bad news. Moff Dardano is prepping troops for a jungle attack. Most likely on this base. You can see here from this vid footage they are running jungle simulation tactics. We suspect they will attack sometime within the next 28 days. We also intercepted messages from Moff Dardano to local leaders. We are pretty sure he has 2 platoons of storm trooper infantry. His air support is a squadron of TIE fighters and a few TIE bombers.” (Zal) “And the good news?” (Gaave) “Sven has procured some spices from local plants. This should make mess hall that much better. Also our supply drop is due in tomorrow. We should receive most of what we asked for. Some antiaircraft weapons, droids, other electronics. We also have a line on some hidden money, maybe.” (Cael) “All this in the drop? What do we have that can move all this back to base?” (Zal) “It should all fit in the YT-1210.” (Cael) “I would feel safer if we had a perimeter guard on this drop.” (Voba) “What do you suggest?” (Cael) “Flower, Moonbeam and I will meet the Crate at the drop zone on the bikes. We can set up a perimeter watch.” Gaave looks angry at the reference to calling the YT-1210 the Crate. (Treb) “raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg awwgggghhh aarrragghuuhw huurh [ translation – I will also go on the bikes. ] ” (Voba) “OK then it is settled. Cael, Flower, Moonbeam, Treb will rendevous at the drop zone. Zal will pilot the YT-1210 there.” (Zal) “I will take 3 of the recruits to help in the supply transfer. Zeb, Bobby and Billy Ray.” (Cael) “That crate going to fly without too much problem?” (Zal) “Some of the problems are fixed already. Nothing I cant work around.” Everyone studies the holo map of the area surrounding the drop zone. It is a large plateau jutting out of the jungle below. Middle of nowhere. (Cael) “Everyone, dismissed. Those not on night duty, get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow.” Voba walks past me. (Voba) “Crate, I get the joke. Old little bucket ship the Box. New bigger bucket ship the Crate.” he chuckles as he walks past. (Gaave) “Her name is Majestic Gundar, you nerf!” I just chuckle at how upset Gaave is. In my quarters I run over the duty roster for the next 2 days. I am starting to put the partisan rebels in some positions around the base. Make them earn their mess and cot. I take 1 shot of bourbon and catch some sleep. Tomorrow will bring us lots of new toys. Whether we break them is another story.

.247 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0500 Hour – I wake up in a sweat. Not an overly bad nightmare. I have had it before and it is getting old hat. Watching my parents consumed in flames as Alderan burns. I might have to take out some frustration in PT this morning. At PT, all the present recruits are here. 8 of the rebels are also here. Calisthenic for 10 minuets then I put us through a run through the base for another 10 minuets. (Cael) “Good run everyone. 15 minute fresher and grab some chow.” I shower, shave and change into a day uniform. In the chow line. We can all smell whatever Sven is cooking, and it smells pretty good. When we get it. We are still not sure what it is, but it taste better then what Torre was cooking. After breakfast I put a call out to Darius. (Darius) “We are still settling in the villagers at the Hunting Lodge. My aunt has us busy making sure they have everything. We did have some trouble with some of the Rupee riders, but we took care of them. We should be on our way back either later today or most likely early tomorrow.” (Cael) “Roger that. Be careful and do not engage the enemy at all costs. Whisper Base out.” I also put out a call to Omnath. He has been out on patrol for a while with no contact. I get no reply. That is a bad sign. That is how we lost Keith. I next check to see if everyone has taken to their duty station. I have 2 rebels assigned to each of the turbo laser batteries. They are running through the simulation for aerial assault. Next I check on the 2 mechanics I assigned to maintain the generators. They are going over the wire diagrams. I also find the other 2 rebels on maintenance detail, repairing a ceiling panel that was shot out during a fire fight. Another of the rebels is in the motor pool prepping the bikes for today’s mission. The bikes are purring as smooth as a fluff kitten.

1015 Hour – Flower, Moonbeam and I are in full armor in the motor pool. Our bikes are all prepped when Treb shows up. We give him the quick once over of the controls. He nods yes to all of it. I let Zal know we are leaving. (Zal) “ I will give you a 20 minute head start and meet you at coordinates 237 – 122.” (Cael) “Roger that.” The mechanic opens the bay door and we head out. Treb is better then I expected on the bike. We ramp the speed up to 100kph. We should be at the rendezvous in 1 hour.

1035 Hour – Zal lifts off the YT-1210. She has trouble with the yoke. When she gets to hover, she looks closer at its base. There is something stuck in the spot where the yoke enters the dashboard. She pulls out something sticky. The yoke works perfect after that. She heads to the drop zone. After about 15 minutes. She gets a sensor read on the bikes locations and the Cruiser Tarqunious. The cruiser is coming in a little faster then it should. After a minute it becomes clear that the cruiser has 2 tails. Sensors show they are TIE fighters. (Zal) “Cael, the cruiser has some company on their tail. I will bring the ship in low and pick you 4 up.” (Cael) “Roger that. I have you on the sensor.” we bring the speed down to 25kph as Zal lowers the ship. She opens the port side ramp. We each fly the bikes right up into the crate and park them in the cargo hold. I go up to the cockpit. Zal is on the comm to the cruiser. Letting them know what she is up to. (Zal) “I need you in the turret.” (Cael) “OK, but how are we going to deal with 2 TIEs?” (Zal) “You just shoot when I give you a target. Leave the flying to me.” When I get to the turret. I put on the targeting head set and power up the gun. It is still giving me the error message “Low Tibanna Gas.” (Cael) “Zal, we are still low on gas for this cannon.” (Zal) “Then don’t miss many shots.” Zal comes up to the underside of the Cruiser. Using it as a cover. She brings the crate out from under the cruiser. Several maneuvers and she powers between the 2 TIE fighters. Causing them to break in different directions. The cruiser slips into a cloud bank. Zal follows 1 of the TIEs. My 1st shot misses but puts the TIE into a maneuver away from his wing man or the cruiser. Zal swivels the ship in a tight turn that makes the blood rush to my toes. (Cael) “Easy there Zal. I don’t want to loose my lunch or the back half of this crate.” (Zal) “Just shoot the Fricken TIE.!” I take a second shot as it is coming around and take its port wing clean off. It spirals down to explode in the jungle. By this time the other TIE is circling near the cruisers location. Zal swings us around again and I put the targeting computer on the 2nd TIE. The warning buzzer is going off. I am out of Tibanna gas. (Cael) “Zal, I got nothing to shoot with. We are out of gas for the gun. I still have him targeted. Bluff him.” (Zal) “OK….Tie wing, you are targeted. You either leave the vicinity or you will meet the same fate as your wing man. Your choice, decide.” (TIE 2) “Ah…How do I explain breaking off pursuit?” (Zal) “Dump your Tibanna gas. If you cant shoot you cant do anything. You are running out of time and my gunner has a hair trigger.” (TIE 2) “OK…OK..dumping gas.” The TIE dumps a cloud of Tibanna. Then turns tail and flys back towards Jiranna Base. I lock down the gun and go back to the cockpit. (Cael) “Nice flying. He could not get out of the target sight.” (Zal) “I told you I use to fly those. I know their strengths and their weaknesses. I will drop you 4 on the plateau before the cruiser comes in. Then give them a clear landing zone. I will swing around and come in by their load ramp.” (Cael) “OK, lets go team.” Zal brings us into a hover. Lowers the ramp and we pile out and split to 4 directions to scan for trouble. The cruiser comes in and lands when Zal clears the zone. She slides around and lands on the load ramp side. The crates starboard landing gear is right near the edge of the slope, but it is stable. I can see the 3 boys loading the crates from the cruiser. Looks like 3 more repeating blaster cannons. A crate of armor. A medical droid. A skid of personal shield generators. Our Dendric security advisor and 3 crates marked Detonite “Handle with care”. Well there is our explosives we need. The cruiser crew is opening another larger hatch. They are hoisting a Z-95 Headhunter. Zal must be happy we have that. Now we have some decent air cover.

1145 Hour – Zal calls me over to the Z-95. (Zal) “I cant fly both the crate and the headhunter. You think you can handle the Z-95? I mean just to fly her back to base, nothing fancy.” (Cael) “Yea, I can handle that.” Zal gives me the quick run through of the Z-95s controls. Most of them I knew. It aint no speeder bike. All the crates are loaded onto the YT-1210. I start the warm up procedures on the Z-95. Treb and the girls are already on their way back to base. The cruiser takes off in a slow turn. I can see Zal inside the YT-1210s canopy. I lift off the Z-95. Quickly I realize I have the port thrusters and vanes in the wrong location. The Z-95 pivots backwards and to port. When it gets over the edge of the plateau the ship falls to the right. I quickly realign the thrusters and close the vanes. Point the fighter into a dive and pull up at speed. I soon get up to treetop level. I drop the speed and go into a hover. (Zal) “What putz maneuver was that?” (Cruiser) “Delta 3, I can now see your new toy is clear of crashing. Cruiser Tarqunious out.” (Cael) “Yea, yea, yea, I forgot to realign the thrusters. I will follow you in Zal.” The flight back to base is uneventful.

1300 Hour – Zal has me land 1st on the duracrete pad. I move the Z-95 into the far corner. She then lands the YT-1210 in a position that the loading ramp is facing the base. As I climb down from the cockpit. Torre comes up to me. (Torre) “Good day Cael. Maintenance repairs on the base are commencing. Our only problem is the Ice macker is broken.” (Cael) “Just great, How are we suppose to make sunset margaritas at the end of the day, what horror.” As I walk past Torre towards the door. (Torre) “Sir, I have a renowned recipe for sunset margarita in my data banks. We are missing several ingredients. I can….” (Cael) “Thats OK Torre. We can do without them for now.” (Torre) “Yes Sir Cael.” I should have known better that Torre would not get the joke.

I am not a thief
Beringer Log 5

Personal Investments: +200 credits
Personal Fund End of Session: 566
Partisan Fund: 4000

Gaave approached me asking for a favor. Apparently Rosa and the partisans are holding his ship, a YT12-10, in safekeeping since it’s supposed to be impounded in the imperial naval yard. Gaave asked if I can convince Rose to return the ship.

Considering that the only way all of us could get in and out of the jungle is through the use of the dump trucks, we needed alternative, more flexible methods to move people around. I went to see Rosa asking if she knew anything about the ship. She acknowledged it was in her custody but she needed something in return because it’s useful to their cause. I said we needed that ship to help us out here in the jungle. After some negotiation, she agreed to hand the YT12-10 for an air speeder or an equivalent.

Thoughts were going through my mind about how I will obtain an air speeder. Would I have to go to town and steal an air speeder? I’m not a thief but the cause is kind of getting desperate. Fortunately Zal pointed out Whisper Base has Imperial speeders that are not being used. She suggested we trade 3 Imp speeders for the freighter.

I took Rosa to the parking deck and offered Rosa 3 of those speeders. Zal test drove the speeders with some fancy moves showing they have the best controls and also showed off the blaster canon, an added bonus Rosa didn’t consider. Rosa agreed and said I would need to travel to the sulfur factory and speak with Mayla.

I made a call for the dump trucks from the city to pick us up and to being in 500 credits of food supplies. The trucks arrived and picked Zal, Gaave, Cael and myself up, as well as the 3 imp speeders to take to town.

We were dropped off in the outskirts of the industrial sector and had to walk to the sulfur plant. It was an imperial holiday so many of the factories were using skeletal crew. On our way, we passed a group of officers, along with McMurphy, do a community service outreach with the media. The producer saw us in the background and asked we come into the shot and interact with McMurphy and his crew.

I was not happy to be interviewed this close to those I am against but had to play along. We interacted with the media and the police, but when the cameras were turned off, we were asked for our paperwork and explain where we were heading. I said I am a union officer and needed to verify if too many people are working on this holiday. They ran a background check and found nothing.

We arrived at the plant. I found Mayla operating a forklift. I recognized her from the local bar. I had no idea she was a partisan. She said she had Rosa’s authority to release the YT12-10 freighter. It’s hidden in an exhaust port and advised we leave when the exhaust is released to hide out exit. We had 17 minutes until the next exhaust release.

We were not careful around the plant and Cael was struck by a forklift. He was pretty banged up and brought unneeded attention. I said we will care for him and headed to the ship.

Gaave’s freighter has become a shadow of it’s former self. Gaave was in tears as he saw the inside and outside torn out. It was not space worthy and the ship was all banged up. The ship had a hard time starting up on time; Cael tried to remove some debris while Zal did some rewiring before starting up the ship and leaving.

Upon leaving, a patrol ship saw us and said we were in restricted space. They asked for identification. I figured the partisans kept a list of valid ID’s within the ship and looked under the visor. Just as I thought, there was a fake ID available for use. The Police validated the ID and we left town.

Upon return, I asked Voba to reregister the ship, Jungle Juice. It was also made high priority we get the ship space worthy again. I tried to use my contacts and found a place with high quality components that allows us to fix the ship in a short amount of time instead of the weeks it needs in drydock. Unfortunately the place is next to the imperial ship yard.

Zal and I figured we needed to ditch Gaave to minimize risk. Zal and I left for the city and arrived at the repair dock. The shop owner, Riker, works on imperial ships. I only hope he is not allied with the imps and is trying to make credits.

Robots greeted Zal and I and asked we wait in the waiting room. 30 minutes passed and a protocol droid came in and asked Zal and I if the ship is for sale. I said no, and the droid asked if we can meet with Riker. I said that I am not interested but noticed that something was off. I asked why to the droid and the droid said the ship is marked as stolen.

I said that is our ship and that the partisans took it from us; we just took it back. Nonetheless, we were told the police were on the way. Zal and I bolted out the building, only to be followed by droids and robots. We were nearly surrounded until a voice come from the speakers. It was Riker. Riker tried to stall us but Zal and I would not have any of it. We got onto the ship, Zal released the docking clamps, and took off in the air.

Good news, we escaped with along with the supplies needed to fix the life support systems. Bad news, we need to install it and that I think this ship cannot go near the city anytime soon.

Who Stole The Stolen Ship From Those That Stole The Stolen Ship
Episode 10-26-2016

0900 Hour – .246 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Whisper Base – Planet Onderon – Cael Log
After Arkem’s transmission and debriefing. Florek and Zal go back to work on the box in the motor pool. Zal is adamant that they need the blaster cannon from the ATST mounted on the box. Florek says he just cant make the power ratios work. The power plant can fire the gun or fly the ship. It cant do both. Torre comes in and hands Zal a data pad that was taken off 1 of the Imperials that infiltrated the base. It contains a map of all the T16 crash sites in the jungle. (Zal) “This will come in handy if we need parts. Thank you Torre.” (Torre) “Your welcome Mistress Zal.” Treb comes up to me and starts talking in wookee. I have no fricken idea what he is saying. I give him the confused look and shrug. He stops, holds his paws out for me to wait. He runs down the hall and around the corner. I hear a high pitched squeal and he comes back down the hall to me with Roots in his paws. He sets the droid down and taps on its dome while he talks in Wookee. Roots translates for him. (Treb) “I am sorry. I forgot you do not understand Shyriiwook. I am wondering how you want me to proceed with the students. Keep them on class work or I would like to suggest taking them out on a practice sortie.” (Cael) “A practice sortie would give them some very good training. OK, don’t take them too far from base. I do not want you to run into any opposition.” (Treb) “Affirmative, We will leave immediately. Thank You.” (Cael) “Thank you for taking over their training.” Treb runs off to gather the recruits. (Cael) “Roots, do we have a portable wookee translator unit in the base?” Roots just swivels his head no. (Cael) “Maybe I can get Arkam to put that on the list of stuff we need. By the way. Did you and Torre finish the list of Partisan Rebels?” Roots beeps affirmative. Please down load it to my datapad here. Carry on Roots.” (Roots) “tweee beep beep.” The little droid rolls away as I go through the listing of Rebels. When I go to the cafeteria to get a mug of java. I see Berringer and Rosa in some sort of discussion. Still not sure if I trust this guy yet. He has got to have an angle in this. I get my java and head to the Communications room. Voba, Gaave and Xian are all hunched over a computer terminal pointing at different code on the screen and arguing. I don’t even bother them. I next head to the conference room to transmit the daily packet to Arkem. Most of these rebels are criminals or severe outcasts. What a bunch of nerfs. In Arkem’s packet I have the list of rebels, a progress report on the recruits, the daily duty roster, a few of my personal recommendations for commendation and a short list of last minuet items we really need here. Including the portable translator. Still only have 3 of the outside the base cameras working but I have most of the holovid screens hooked up. I go back for another cup of java. Zal is now in the cafeteria talking to Berrenger and Rosa. When I walk over to them they are talking about giving the rebels speeder bikes. (Cael) “Woah, what’s going on here? Who is giving speeder bikes to who?” (Berrenger) “We need something to trade to get Gaave’s ship back.” (Cael) “So let me get this straight. You stole the ship from impound. You hid the ship, somewhere. Now you have to pay someone to get the ship back?” (Rosa) “These people are holding the ship for us. So if you want the ship back. Its going to cost.” (Cael) To myself. “Nice way to pay us back for getting your ass out of the police blockade.” (Cael) “How many bikes will it take, say 3 bikes?” (Zal) “They are the military version. Blaster cannon mounted on them. Encrypted comm links. These ani’t no civilian slow putt putt bikes.” (Rosa) “We can do it for 3 bikes. The ship is hidden in Sector 117 of Iziz.” (Berrenger) “Shit Town? Oh great. That is not a nice section. All the low lifes, criminals and illegal aliens stay there. The Sulphur plant makes everything smell like shit.” At this point I see Rosa staring at my face. (Rosa) “Cael, Cael, Your Cael Hanerist. You use to be the blitzball team captain for the Corellian Crusaders. I think my son has your rookie card.” (Berrenger) “You’re a pro ball player?” (Cael) “Not anymore. How do we get to this Shit Town?” (Berrenger) “Since today is technically a holiday. Day the Empire took over the planet. My buddy with the garbage truck can probably pick us up in an hour or so.” (Cael) “OK, set it up. Zal and I need to change into some street clothes. These uniforms will not do walking around in Iziz.” (Zal) “I will tell Gaave. He will probably want to come get his own ship.” I change into grey pants, brown shirt, floppy hat, glasses and a grey wind breaker jacket. I take 3 hold out blasters and my combat knife. I head back to the cafeteria.

1100 Hour – Waiting in the cafeteria for the truck is Gaave, Rosa, Torre, Berrenger and Zal when I get there. (Gaave) “I’m a little nervous someone in Iziz might recognize me. I cant go back to jail.” (Cael) “We can fix that. Torre, Come here.” (Torre) Yes Sir Cael?” (Cael) “Torre, please shave Gaave’s head and beard.” (Torre) Yes Sir Cael?” (Gaave) “What, shave what? NO, WAIT!” Zal sits on Gave and I hold his arms while Torre completes the task. When he is done, Gaave looks nothing like himself. (Gaave) “This sucks, but I do look completely different. My head is cold now.” As the truck arrives on the landing pad. I give Torre a credit chip with 500 credits on it. (Cael) “When Verala shows up with the supplies. Have some of the rebels help you unload. Food stuff goes to Sven in the cafeteria kitchen and the medical supplies goes to April in the infirmary. Don’t pay her till everything is unloaded, OK?” (Torre) Yes Sir Cael?” I am the last person into the garbage truck before they close the doors. Going to Iziz are Berrenger, Zal, Gaave and I. (Berrenger) “Our contact is a forklift operator named Mayla. She will direct us to the ship.” I notice the inside of the garbage truck is really clean. I suspect they don’t use this truck for much garbage as opposed to transporting other stuff. Not a bad cover. No one wants to sift through a truck full of garbage. The truck driver, Max lands us at a small parking deck. About 5 blocks from the sulphur plant. They were not kidding. Everything smells like shit once the doors open. Zal grabs the last re-breather mask and puts it on. I can deal with the smell. I have been in locker rooms that smelled worse. We head down to the street level. As we travel towards the plant. We turn a corner and there is a news van up ahead. The holovid crew is filming officer McMurphy and a half a dozen police officers handing out hot dogs to kids in this dilapidate part of town. Everyone on camera is all smiles and the reporter is lauding the holiday. Off camera the police are intolerable and have re-breathers on. I pull my collar up and hat down. I don’t need that news crew getting a picture of me or for that matter even recognizing me. As we approach they hand everyone a mystery meat hot dog. The reporter tries to get a shot of McMurphy talking and handing a hot dog to Zal. Zal plays it cool while I slip past un-noticed. She soon catches up to the 3 of us. (Berrenger) “What did you tell him?” (Zal) “I told him I sweep up at the sulphur plant.” When we get to the plant. We easily slip past the guard. He is too busy in his hermitically sealed pod watching the blitzball game. Seems my old team, the Corellian Crusaders are getting their ass handed to them. The score is 4 to zip. Berrenger asks some of the workers for Mayla. Some maintenance guy tells him that she is over in the break room. Zal grabs a broom from a passing droid cart to look more authentic. We head to the break room.

1230 Hour – Mayla is a dark haired older woman. She is eating chips and drinking java when we enter. There is 1 other guy in the opposite corner of the room watching the blitzball game. Score is now 5 to zip. (Cael) “What the frick is wrong with those guys. They are leaving their left side open. They are letting the other team hog the ball.” Berenger walks up to Mala. (Mayla) “Do I know you?” (Berrenger) “Rosa sent me. I need to retrieve a ship in storage by you. An old YT-1210.” (Mayla) “Yea, she sent me a short message to expect you guys. The 1210, why that piece of crap? We have only used it a few times. It is in an exhaust vent on the far side of the plant. No one goes there and the vent only sporadically gets used if there is an extreme heat load.” Berrenger taps me on the shoulder. (Berrenger) “Ship is on the other side of the plant, this way.” I follow him out of the break room and across a loading area. Not paying attention. Still thinking about that blitzball game. I walk right in front of a forklift. It hits me and knocks me to the ground a few meters in front of it. I get a little scraped up. I am such a dumb ass. The driver is screaming at me about a hard hat. (Cael) “Yea, yea, yea, I’ll be more careful next time.” I catch up to the group. We go down a hall, through a door. Around a tank. Cross an open field and come to a large vent access in the side of an even larger building. About 100 meters down the vent sits a pretty banged up YT-1210. It is sitting only on the front 2 landing pads. The back end is sitting on the floor of the vent. The port side is all scratched up. Looks like someone hit the side of the vent landing in here. Gaave opens the ramp. It will only open part way because of the way the ship sits. We have to crawl in. The inside is complete mess. There are wires hanging everywhere. I honestly don’t think this hunk of metal will fly. And I thought the Box was in bad shape. Zal calls me up to the cockpit. (Zal) “Cael, can you go topside and clear out the engine exhaust ports?” (Cael) “Sure, where is that broom you stole?” (Zal) “I dropped it outside by the ramp.” I crawl back out the ramp. Grab the broom and climb up the back of the ship. The exhaust ports are clogged with sulphur and other debris. (Zal) “Hurry up Cael. We only have 7 minuets till they vent this tube. (Cael) ”What vent? No one told me they were venting this tube. Why does no one tell me these things?” I finish clearing the vents, slide off the top of the ship, drop the broom and crawl up the ramp. I go up to the cockpit and strap in. Gaave is in the pilot seat and Zal is in the co-pilot seat. She seems to be adjusting all the correct controls. While Gaave just marvels that he has his ship back. (Zal) “Cael. Can you an Berrenger open all the rear hatches. Seems our life support system does not work. We need to make sure we get air back there.” (Cael) “OK.” I point to Berrenger, then point back down the corridor. We open the top iris hatch. Open the ramp slightly and in the engine room there is another hatch that takes the 2 of us to open. (Zal) Yelling. “Cael, the targeting computer up here has a glitch. Can you check it at the turret?” I Yell back. (Cael) “Will do!” I climb the center ladder to the dorsal turret. Just as I get in the chair. The ship moves a meter or 2 with a grinding groan. Then the ship stops. I think Zal put the rear landing pads up to level the ship. It takes off rather smooth this time. All of a sudden there is an intense smell of sulphur throughout the ship. That must have been the venting. We exit the vent in the plume and are soon about 2 kilometers away from the plant. Traffic control asks us for our code and our vector. Calls the ship “Hand of Sorrow”. I thought Gaave said he called it Majestic Gundar? They vector us away from the parade and we are soon over the jungle. I put on the targeting head set and power up the turret. Targeting compute comes up with a smiley face and the words. I am happy to blast something for you. (Cael) “What the frick is this?” (Zal) “Once we are over the jungle. Test the turret.” (Cael) “Roger that. This targeting program is a little strange.” (Gaave) “You like it? I got a free version of that software for doing an easy favor for someone.” Zal slows the ship down and puts us about 20 meters over the tree tops. I pick a large tree ahead of us and fire. (Cael) “Targeting system works but we are low on tibanna gas for the gun. Its giving me an error code that we are almost empty.” At least the head set works to the cockpit so I did not need to yell. I lock the turret back in place and go down to the cockpit. As I watch Gaave try to fly this ship. I can see Zal correcting everything he does.

1430 Hour – We soon land back at Whisper base. The landing pad still has crates from the delivery today. I get 2 rebels to take the 2 crates to the infirmary. I next get an update from Torre and Roots. Then I go take a hot shower and put the sulphur drenched clothing in the incinerator. Clean uniform and I look as good as new, maybe better. Afterwards I head to the cafeteria. Zal is sitting there with Gaave and Berrenger. I grab a mug of java and sit down with them. (Zal) “Life support has been taken out of the ship. Heating system is broken beyond repair. 3rd party software needs to be purged from just about every system. Maybe, just maybe we can get it back to factory spec. Oh yea, the internal comms are also mostly broken throughout the ship. We aint getting off this planet in that old boat any time soon.” (Cael) “So what now? We need parts to install in her? Berrenger, looks like just up your alley.” (Berrenger) “Yea, I know a guy, or 2 that can get us parts. 1 of these Guys is named Riker. Problem is. He is right near Jiranna base.” (Cael) “If you can get this ship fixed? Then we can use the box. Zal, can you rig the box to fly remotely? How much explosives do we have?” The 3 of them look at me strange. (Cael) “Just a thought out loud. I leave you 3 to work out the details. Our funds are starting to get low. Remember, L is not funneling any credits to us anymore. So don’t spend like drunken sailors on shore leave trying to get parts.” I head to the conference room to check on the holovid monitors. I am able to find another camera near Jiranna base. From what I can see. Moff Dardano has his troops practicing jungle maneuvers. I really hope Arkem comes through with the extra base generator and the shield generator or we are going to be in deep trouble

1600 Hour – The landing platform camera shows Zal and Berrenger taking off in Gaave’s YT-1210. Maybe we should call that boat “The Crate”. It is slightly bigger then The Box but in not much better shape. I switch 1 of the monitors over to the local news. The Crusaders lost 9 to 3. (Cael) “Frick, those guys cant hit the broad side of the planet they are standing on with a blitzball .” The other monitor outside the motor pool shows Treb and the recruits returning to base. Treb looks happy. The kids don’t. I hope all went well. It does not look like any of them got hurt. I start working on the duty roster. I need to start putting the Partisan Rebels into positions around the base. We need a crew for each tubolaser battery. We need someone to handle supply. Someone to help with maintenance. I will find other duties for them.

1730 Hour – Rikers Shipyard – Sector 2 – Iziz – Planet Onderon – ( As relayed to Cael from Zal upon their return with I am pretty sure parts missing ) Zal and Berrenger fly the YT-1210 to sector 2 of Iziz. This sector is right next to Jiranna base. As they fly around the base restricted air zone. They notice troop movement in the jungle below. They circle around an bring the ship in for a landing in the mechanic yard. As they exit the ramp a maintenance droid approaches them. (Droid 223) “God day sir and madam. Can I get some information from you on the nature of the repair that you require? We here at Rikers Repair pride ourselves on promptness, efficiency and speed. I will need the Boss code from the engine and computer. Any passwords to access the computer and a list of what work you want completed. After our diagnostic we will advise you as to other repairs that are needed or required.” (Zal) “Thank you 223. Our ship needs a new life support system. A new heat exchange radiator for the life support system. The internal comm system is non operational and there has been allot of 3rd party software installed. We would like to get the computer back to operational specs. I do not think there is a password on the computer. I need a cost for parts. We can handle the repairs ourselves.” (Droid 223) “Yes miss. I will have a listing of parts for you shortly. I assume you have empire credits?” (Berrenger) “Of course. Please leave the parts at the top of the ramp.” (Droid 223) “Yes sir.”

[ After an hour of the maintenance droids consolidating parts onto the ship. Droid 223 discovers a discrepancy in the Boss code, ship name and the wanted hot sheets of Iziz. Zal and Berrenger lift off the YT-1210 from the shipyard in a haste without paying for some of the parts and they are on their way back to Whisper Base ]

New Base, New Objective
Beringer Log 4

Personal Investments: +200 Credits from investments
Personal Fund End of Session – 366
Partisan Fund – 4500 Credits

The ride in the trash trucks was not the smoothest ride, but it was adequate. It was sweltering because there was no air conditioning but we finally arrive at our destination, Whisper Base. Upon exit, we were greeted by Zal and Voba’s other partners.

All of the partisans disembarked, many of them wounded. Rosa, the partisan leader, said some of her people need surgical care, but I advised that it’s probably not in our best interest as any hospital we go to would notify the locals if anyone comes in with blaster wounds. Fortunately we have bacta tank which I just purchased but I don’t know if anyone has the knowledge of knowing how one works.

I took a tour of the base and I noticed a few things were missing, specifically a triage center. A makeshift triage was created in the gym locker. Not the best sanitary conditions, but it will suffice.

Most people worked to get the base going and jury-rig a AT canon on the Box. I’m not sure if the box can sustain such a piece of equipment nor if it has the necessary reactor to power it. Each shot would cause the vehicle to stall, but I am sure they will figure it out when they test it.

After getting settled, I spoke with Rosa and asked her about her leader Saw. She mentioned earlier in the day Saw went down in the jungle not too far from here. I asked if it would be in our best interest whether we check the jungle. Fortunately Cael said the group found wreckage not too far from the base and believed it was Saw’s ship. Rosa wanted to see the wreckage for herself. I volunteered to hear out with Rosa along with a partisan, Zeb and the Wookie.

The ride in the jungle was a hot, bumpy ride. We had to stop because we clipped a few trees or paths were blocked. But ultimately we made it to the crash site. Rose confirmed the ship was Saw’s, but there is no indication of his body indicating he may have ejected out before the ship crashed. She was also surprised that the ship was stripped bare of everything.

The search party returned to the base and Rosa wanted to make plans to search for Saw in an area between the crash site and a communication tower. Meanwhile, there was other work to get done and we have a planned meeting with Arkin the next day debriefing the status of the base.

Morning broke and everyone gathered in the debriefing room. Arkin called in asking for a status of the base and giving praises the team. I have to say, I am not a fan or Arkin or the Rebel Alliance because they too think they know what is best for my planet. Yes, I said it, my planet. I hate when external politics interfere, but I reluctantly joined the alliance because we have a mutual interest of removing the Empire from this part of the galaxy.

Arkin said the alliance will be sending a supply ship, some additional help to man the base, and said we should start planning to strike the next base, Jiranna Base. Time to pack up.

What A Mess
Episode 9-28-2016

0930 Hour – .245 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet: Onderon -Whisper Base – Cael Log
(Cael) “Who is this Berrenger guy and what is his angle. He has got to be making money off helping us. Reminds me allot of my Agent. Back when I played ball.” The garbage trucks both come in for a landing on the pad. Voba, Gaave, Berrenger and a dozen rebels off load from the first truck. I can see a few crates inside behind them. The other truck offloads another dozen rebels and a few more crates. I give Voba and Gaave the bad news about the communications center. (Voba) “How bad?” (Cael) “Bad enough. There were about a half dozen scout Imps trashing whatever did not look like Imp standard.” (Gaave) “Frick.! All that work wasted.” (Cael) “You may be able to salvage most of it. Looks like they just pulled allot of wires. Oh yea, also. The Box is being repaired by Zal and Florek. We aint getting off planet till it will hold air again. But, as a consolation prize we won a T 43 open top speeder that the Imps kindly parked in the motor pool for us.” Voba does not get the joke and looks at me confused. (Voba) “Got to see what they did to my equipment.” He rushes off to the comm center. Gaave chuckling, follows him. At least he got the joke. Berrenger and a red haired woman are standing on the duracret not sure what to expect from me. I walk over to them and shake both of their hands. (Cael) “So, whats in the crates? Are you bringing us anything good?” (Berrenger) “Your name is Cael right? There are rocket launchers, RPGs, mixed blasters, 1 bacta tank and a little bit of food stuff. Good enough?” (Cael) “Very good stuff.” Berrenger introduces Rosa. The leader of the rebels. (Cael) “ We will put all that stuff to good use. You 3 guys standing there. Take those crates to the armory and the bacta tank to the infirmary. I will have my R2 unit show you where.” I call Roots and Torre to the landing pad. Rosa explains she is actually the assistant leader. Their actual leader was lost in the jungle. (Cael) “Was he flying a T16?” (Rosa) “Yes, how did you know that?” (Cael) “We found the wreckage of a T16 in the jungle. No one was in it or near it. It was picked clean by the time we got to it. We pulled some engine parts off it to fix the Lambda shuttle. We even have the black box.” I do not tell her what else we found in the T16. (Rosa) “Where? We need to find him” (Cael) “We can give you the coordinates to find the wreckage. Torre will show you to the motorpool. Take 2 speeder bikes. I will send Zeb with you as a guide.” (Rosa) “Thank you. Berrenger, why don’t you come with me.” (Berrenger) “OK.” I radio Zeb to report to the Motorpool for a speeder bike mission. Roots and Torre come up to the 3 of us and Torre introduces himself and R2-T7. Rosa looks at Torre. Who is an old B1 battle droid and then looks at me with a worried look. (Cael) “He is fine, reprogrammed. Gentile as a fluff kitten.” (Cael) “Torre, Roots, after you take them to the motor pool. I need you to gather all the pertaining information from each Partisan Rebel. Find them each a bunk. I will need to forward a report to Arkam with our strength in numbers.” Torre nods and Roots beeps an affirmative at me. I walk to the Comm center. When I get there. Voba is rummaging through cables piled on the floor mumbling something to himself. Gaave is standing there with his mouth open. Trying to figure where to start. 1 of the rebels, a tech guy names Xian introduces himself. He will be helping the guys make sense of all the damage and help with repairs.

I next check on the students. Treb, the Wookee has got them using the laser pointers on different body parts and the computer is giving a fatality probability of a blaster shot to that body region. They seem to be more attentive when Treb growls at them. I next check on the conference room. Not as bad as I suspected. Looks like the imp scouts were trying to download all our information. The thumb drive is still in the computer terminal. I pull it out and smash it. After a few minuets of putting some things back together. I boot the system up. More then half the holo-monitors are not working but only 2 are giving me any images. A camera in an Izis market and the camera down the road from the motor pool. There is a pre-recorded message from our Bothan commander, Arkam in the queue. I put it up on 1 of the working holo-monitors. When the image comes up. He is typing something on a data pad. Not looking at the camera. In his monotone voice he commends us on our rescue and subsequent trouble we are causing the Empire. He is confident that they can even run the blockade now to get us reinforcements. We need to fortify the base as a permanent site. He will have a direct message and to debrief everyone at 0700 local time – .246 ABY. (Cael) “What a pompous ass that Bothan is.” I next put a call to Verala Mishar about our next delivery and getting it here a little faster. Only for the highly increased price of 500 credits will she get us the food stuff and medical supplies here by tomorrow.

1230 Hour – Florek and Zal are having trouble with repairing the Box. Seems more people then worked on the Death Star have had their hand in on fixing the Box in the past. Nothing matches spec and only some parts are original. This confounds Florek. On top of that. Zal is really trying to figure a way to mount the blaster cannon from the ATST they are scavenging onto the Box. I leave them to their arguing and recalculating.

1300 Hour – Time to talk to Diel. The villagers cant stay here. We need to find them a safe place and eventually transfer the 3 injured people to a hospital. (Diel) “I know of a hunting lodge that is out of the way that we can go to. It will take us a day walking to get there.” (Cael) “What will you need? I can supply weapons, food, some minor supplies.” (Diel) “That will be fine. I would like Darius to help us get there.” (Cael) “”I can send Darius and Roy. They can take 2 speeder bikes to carry some equipment.” (Diel) “Thank you for your help. We will leave in a little while.” I give Roy and Darius their assignment and parameters on engagement if they run into any Imperial patrols. (Cael) “Get Diel all the food and supplies that they will need and you can carry. Keep them safe all the way to the lodge. Get them situated. Place a portable camera for aerial surveillance and return ASAP. Are we clear?” (Darius and Roy) “Yes sir. Do not engage the enemy. Protect the villagers. Deliver them to the lodge. Place camera. Got it.” (Cael) “Be alert. Be careful. Come home safe. Wear the scout armor to look like a lost scout patrol.”

1600 Hour – On my way back to the Conference room I hear banging in 1 of the barracks rooms. The door is open and Treb is inside hanging a rather large hammock. He has taken 2 of the cot mattresses to cushion the hammock. Next to him is the bunk where Gaave is crashing. He has a holo image of his ship. It is a YT-1210. There are also several pairs of shoes and boots lined up in front of his locker. Everything he has is in a straight line. (Cael) “Looks like Gaave has a bit of OCD?” Treb chuckles at the comment. I go back to straightening up the conference room and re-attaching the holo monitors. I have a 3rd camera working. It shows the camera from the landing pad.

1800 Hour – The recruits are still at it with the laser pointer when I break them for dinner. By this time Rosa and Berrenger have returned from the crash site. (Cael) “Did you find anything.” (Rosa) “Only a shell of the ship. No Trace of our leader.” (Cael) “I told you there was no one in the ship.” (Rosa) “We needed to check anyway.” (Cael) “We can trace his trajectory by the angle of the crash and try to figure where he bailed out. But that will be tomorrow. On the way to dinner I stop by the Comm room. Voba’s feet are sticking out from under a cabinet and he is asking for more cable. Xian is feeding cable through a slot down to him. Gaave is working 2 monitors trying to calibrate the data coming in. I don’t disturb them. Voba gets pissy if you interrupt when he is in the middle of something. I will send them down some food.

Dinner is some sort of mystery meat in a broth with vegetables that Sven will not tell us what it is. Other then say that the animal is indigenous to the planet. While eating, I work on the duty roster for the following day and inform everyone about Arkam’s transmission at 0700 hours. I post the roster outside the rec room. I clean up the mess from the laser pointers and other equipment all over the room. I turn in early. I will try to sleep with out a drink tonight. We will see how that goes.

0530 hour – .246 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet: Onderon -Whisper Base – Cael Log
I wake up to vaguely remembering parts of a dream about the time I was at Florrell Beach back on Alderan. No night terrors this night. I throw on a pair of sweats and off to PT with the recruits. They are ready when I get there. There is also 2 Partisan rebels ready also. We do a 40 minuet PT and they all keep up. Afterwards I make sure they all check the roster. Shower, shave and a clean day uniform. I grab a handful of fruit muffins and some hot java from the cafeteria. Voba is already at work in the comm room when I get there. (Cael) “When did you sleep?” (Voba) “I didn’t. This has to be up and running or we will draw too much attention.” (Cael) “How much more?” (Voba) “We are at 40% capacity. I need to completely rebuild 1 of the circuit boards. Then re-calibrate the data stream into my matrix. May take me another day for us to get back to where we were.” (Cael) “Where is Gaave and that other guy Xian?” (Voba) “Not sure when Gaave went to bed but that guy Xian is a big help. He was here till about 3 hours ago.” (Cael) “Get some food and rest. 40% is better then sending nothing. And don’t forget Arkam’s transmission at 0700.” (Voba) “Yea, Yea, Arkam.” He just keeps working. I go set up the conference room for Arkam’s transmission that will be in a little over 30 minuets. As the recruits, rebels and the rest of my people filter in I count heads. 24 Partisan rebels, 13 recruits, 1 shady business man, 1 part android, 1 fussy engineer, 1 Wookiee, 1 shady smuggler, a B1 droid , R2 unit, Voba, Zal and I. Makes 47 of us. Base is getting pretty crowded. Roy and Darius are still escorting Diel to the Hunters Lodge and Omnath is out on perimeter patrol this morning. Torre and Roots enter. (Cael) “Torre, have you and Roots compiled all the information on the Partisan rebels? (Torre) “Negative, we are 83.33333% complete. We will inquire of the last 4 Rebels and be complete by 1030 Hour, Sir.” (Cael) “Good, Thank You.” At 0655 hour Gaave helps me power up the big holovid screen and open a channel to Arkam.

0702 Hour – Arkam’s face appears on the large holovid screen. (Arkam) “Good morning everyone. I want to commend you all on your efforts at keeping the dreadful Empire at bay on planet Onderon. We are now in the position to be able to resupply you and send reinforcements. Our end goal on Onderon will culminate in an attack and the destruction of Jiranna Base. It is…..” I loose tract of his long winded speech when Voba walks in the conference room door. I walk over to him. (Voba) “Did I miss anything important?” (Cael) “No, just a long winded speech that we are to attack Jiranna Base and route the Empire from the planet with flying lizards and a case of vibro spatulas.” Voba looks at me confused about the joke. (Voba) “You are joking about Jiranna base, right?” (Cael) “No, once we get reinforcements we need to attack Jiranna Base.” What Voba says in his native tongue. I could not understand a single word but I got the implication it included a whole bunch of colorful metaphors. (Arkam)”… At this time I want to again thank all of you. Now I need to debrief the 3 remaining members of my strike team, Engineer Florek and Gaave Fenro.” All the other personnel slowly file out of the conference room. Voba goes 1st. After about 10 minuets he comes out and points to me. He does not seem too unhappy. I go in and close the door. I go to the front of the seating and stand at Parade Rest with my hands clasp behind my back. (Cael) “Good morning Commander.” (Arkam) “Cael, reports I have here show that you are doing a very good job with recruiting the locals. There is a commendation and possibly a promotion in for you. We have a resupply ship that is ETA to you sometime tomorrow. Local time. I am sending you a base security expert. His specialty is in base reenforcement.“ (Cael) “Commander, if we are to fortify this establishment. I would like to make a request for an extra generator and a portable defense shield. Also, if we are to attack Jiranna base. We will require some air support. As of right now we only have a handful of ground vehicles at our disposal. The Lambda shuttle was destroyed and the Box was severely damaged in our last sortie to Izis to liberate the local rebels.” (Arkam) “I will put the request in and we will work on getting you some of the equipment on your list. Anything else I should know about?” (Cael) “I will have a compiled information list of the local Partisan rebels to you later today in the daily packet with a full progress report. The Items we also need are. Personnel armor, small hand blasters, power packs, food stuff, medical supplies, fresh uniforms, tarp material, maybe a maintenance droid. The extreme humidity on this planet makes everything sweat. And then rust or corrode.” (Arkam) “I will add these items to the request. Thank you Cael. Please send in Zal next. Dismissed.” I turn and head to the door. I send Zal in next. Outside the Conference room Voba and I discuss the situation. We compare what we each asked Arkam for and what he said. Soon Zal walks out of the conference room with a large smile on her face. She walks past us like she did not even see us. We send in Florek next. (Cael) “What a mess this place is. How far have you gotten?” (Voba) “Approximately 42% data capacity. Do you think Arkam will get us all the equipment we requested?” (Cael) “No, but if he gets us 30% of it. We may get off this planet in 1 piece.”

Time to get out of Dodge

Personal Investments: +100 Credits from investments
Personal Fund End of Session – 166

I’ve overheard on the comm the lambda shuttle I was asked to help get components for went down hard in the jungle. It’s unlikely my services to acquire parts for it are no longer needed.

The bus we hijacked arrived in the industrial sector. It was battered and seen better days but was still drivable. The bus driver, Fille, was clearly shaken. Can’t blame him since I threatened him in order to get out of town. I told Fille we do not mean any harm to him, but he was more concerned about losing his job and facing his wife. I said it wasn’t his fault and pointed up in the sky to the orbiting Star Destroyers. I asked if he wishes they were no longer here. He said he was not a fan of the Empire and believed things would be far better if they were no longer around.

Fille understood we were working for a greater cause and offered us further assistance by providing a contact within the transportation union, Tragger. I offered to tie Fille up but he asked to be knocked out. I didn’t want to do it, but obliged to make his story believable.

The band of partisans and I moved quickly to a safe house. To my understanding, it’s one of the few remaining places that was not found. I was surprised to see the safe house to be packed to the gills with weapons including outdated rifles without powerpacks and explosives. However, the partisans were short on food and clothes. They were down to the last of their Raman noodles.

Other partisans trickled in; some from the warehouse and others who heard of the incident at the warehouse to see who is left. By the end, there were 2 dozen of us. I was debriefed of the setbacks the partisans have recently endured. The first major blow was Supercop McMurphy. He has been cracking down on partisans smoking them out of most of their safe houses. Many were arrested thinning the partisan ranks. Seconds, the partisans have not heard for their leader Saul Guerra. Last they heard he was in the jungle after his ship went down. Things seem bleak as they are disorganized and have low morale.

I offered my assistance to get them reorganized. They needed a plan to 1) get them fed, 2) get them out of the industrial sector to a safer location. First, I needed to raise some capital and do some bartering. I was authorized to use the partisans cache of weapons for bartering.

I contacted Eugene and asked if we can meet at our usual spot at a bar to which he agreed to. At our meeting, I said I needed supplies for our friends, specifically food and clothing in exchange for rifles without powerpacks. A fighting force is useless if they are not fed.

Eugen said it may take time to get the right supplies, but I asked it be sped up. Eugene asked in return for getting the supplies quicker, he asked I get an unmarked speeder for his daughter. The partisans had a few I was authorized to barter with. Given we are leaving town, nothing of value should be left behind.

I left the bar and picked up some groceries for the partisans before heading back to the industrial sector. When I arrived back at the safe house, the partisans were thrilled I came back bearing gifts of fresh food for 10 credits. Most of them were worn out and anxious. I said I have supplies on the way and that we needed to relocate to whisper base which was a hidden base in the jungle. But first, I needed to secure a speeder for Eugene.

There were 3 that the partisans had 1) a ship 2) an air speeder and 3) a fancy land speeder. I opted to try the land speeder first. It was a very fancy piece of machinery that was registered to the lieutenant governor’s daughter. I asked Voba to help scrub it. He said if he tried, all kind of bells and whistles would go off alerting authorities of its location. It’s not worth the risk so I turned to the air speeder which Voba said is much easier to scrub. When I delivered the air speeder, Eugene said he was hoping for something a little more grounded, but he made good on his deal.

Now what to do with that landspeeder? It’s useless to anyone so I used my contacts to tear the speeder into parts. I ended up netting 7,000 credits. I think if I had the time I would have netted more but we were under the gun to get out of town and sold at a deep discount.

I contacted Eugene to see if I can acquire enough bacta to heal the group two times over. Eugene said it’s tough to do, but fortunately I remembered I have a personal contact in the medical field who was able to help me acquire what I needed at half the regular market price since his warehouse had a surplus to protect against pilferages. I bought a tank of bacta for 2000 credits. I took that out from the partisan fund.

I contacted Trager and asked if it was possible to move 2 dozen partisans and supplies to an outpost in the jungle. Trager said he can make it happen and appreciated it that I helped poor Fille, the bus driver, out. Trager made arrangements to have 2 garbage haulers pick us up and take us to the whisper base coordinates.

The following morning, the haulers arrived and picked us up. About 6 hours later, we arrived at whisper base worn out, beaten and tired. However, there is still much work to do.

Mental note (and to George), I will send Fille 500 credits for his troubles and to help his family out. I’m taking that out of the partisan fund.

Partisan Fund – 4500 Credits


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