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

Grabow's and Mathus' Recap
You have a gentle touch, for a Wookie...

Grabow ran into Mathus in the cantina in Mos Shuuta as Mathus was finishing up a “house call” to repair some droids in the casino.

Mathus was bored with his job at Sol’s Repair in Mos Eisley, and really frustrated with Sol’s refusal to stop hiring Jawas to “help out”. Every time Mathus turned around, another piece of his gear or some part that he had laid out for the repair he was working on had gone missing. Besides, how often can a mechanic swap out a “used engine” for a “slightly less used engine” on an aging light freighter before he admits that he is totally, thoroughly, bored. What made it worse, the boredom and stress had led him to start stress eating and he had lost the last of his hair. No need to shave his head anymore! After 6 months he looked at least 10 years older than his actual age.

He had been talking with some friends who had made working for the Alliance, and they made it sound really thrilling. A mechanic never knew what he would be working on in that outfit! And some of the tech was even cutting edge! Time to do some thinking…

Grabow had come to realize that Mos Shuuta was a dying town, and his idea of opening a clinic there was flawed. The mines were mostly played out and most of the miner families had left after the promised jobs in the casino had been taken by bartender droids, dealer droids, and other forms of automation. And after the initial excitement of the casino opening, most of the big shots and their hangers on had realized that they could get more “business” done by gambling at Jabba’s palace itself. Anatto the Toydarian was barely seen around anymore. The only visitors were some die hard locals and some types who really did not want to be found.

Mathus had been toying with the idea of joining the Alliance, and after a few drinks at the old cantina in Mos Shuuta both had gotten convinced that it was the right idea. Grabow closed up his clinic, and left with Mathus on his transport back to Mos Eisley… A month later, they both were on a light Freighter “The Smooth Sail r” and headed to a remote system on their first mission for the Rebellion!

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Zal's Recap

Zal gunned her Z-95 Headhunter around the turn of the farthest point of her patrol route in a system at the far end of the Outer Rim. Although it was several months after the end of the Onderon campaign, its end and aftereffects still took up too many of her thoughts and dreams. She kept having nightmares where she pushed the “the Box” over into its final dive over the Imperial Base, but this time she stayed at the controls all the way down… The fact that she had even volunteered for that suicide mission instead of letting Voba steer the Box in by remote control still bothered her. She knew that at the the time she felt it was what needed to be done for the success of the mission, but it was so far removed from her perception of herself as a coldly efficient and logical pilot that it almost felt like she had become a different woman during that campaign. The closeness and savagery of the ground campaign had affected her deeply.

When the team had disbanded after the campaign, she had requested immediate reassignment to a fighter squadron. Hopefully, the cold hard facts of space combat would restore her sense of self. Unfortunately, she had failed her psych eval and had been relegated to transport duty. No amount of arguing and pleading could change that. She was deemed “too dangerous to herself and others” to put in the seat of an Alliance fighter craft. And that two-faced Arkhan had not lifted a finger to help her!

She had hated to lie to Cael about her pysch eval, and its consequences, but when they had run into each other she had already resigned her commission and was heading out to see if she could re-assemble her old mercenary crew “The Flying Dactilions”. Knowing his dedication to the Alliance and the chain of command, she was not sure he would understand.

After scouring the bars and cantinas of numerous Outer Rim worlds, Zal had managed to re-assemble her old team. A motley collection of pilots and ships, but the Alliance gladly accepted her help now. It seems that the Imperial pressure of the past 6 months had really taken its toll on Alliance operations. They were still outside of the official chain of command, but “Commander” Zal didn’t care. She was back in the seat of a fighter and contributing to the cause on her terms…

“Zal, Zal! Are you picking up that alarm?!? I’m reading something. You should have seen it by now!”

Dammit, how had those patrol ships gotten past her?

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Off Onderan, new mission
Beringer Log - Second Mission 1

Personal Fund: 2266

+200 from sound investments

Other Funds: 3,400

6 Months elapsed since the Battle on at Whisper Base. We also received word the Rebels destroyed what is called the “Death Star”, a weapon that destroyed Alderan at the battle of Yavin. The Imperials are seeking revenge seeking out the leaders of that faction in the outer rim.

As a result, the Imperials have not spent as much attention reinforcing Onderan. Their base at Jiranna lays ruined and abandoned, but the Imps still retain an orbital presence. We did abandon Whisper Base as a precaution. I’ve traveled back to the city and laid low for a while until I receive further communications. I’ve also undergone some surgery obtaining an implant to help resist toxins into my bloodstream. After my experience being interrogated by the interrogation droid, it’s best I invest in this little measure.

Weeks after the Battle of Whisper Base, I received word I am to be made an official political liaison for the Rebellion. I’ve also received word that Cael was promoted to Captain for his role at Whisper Base. The rebels tried to split sisters Flower and Moonbeam into two separate units due to family policy, but Cael was able to convince them it’s better they stay together with him. Zal decided to take some time to rejoin an old group of hers called “The Flying Dactalions”.

Weeks later, I receive word from Rebel Command I have a new assignment to examine a hidden trade route called the Premlenian Trade Route. The rebellion wants to know more about how the Imperials are getting their resources. After their recent actions at Onderan and Yavin, they should seem a bit depleted but the Imperials are chugging along across the galaxy. My mission is to find it and try redirect it to the rebellion.

I was told there are special cargo containers that pass through a mining facility named “Remdula 2” where they stop to refuel. I am to board once of those freighters to identify those goods to gain a better understanding of where the cargo is coming from.

I am rejoined with Cael and Omnath. The rebellion also assigned Mathus, a mechanic since Voba is no longer with us and Grabow, a Wookie doctor. We rendezvous at Matle station where we are placed on a YT2600 Transport called “Smooth Sailer” (or is it Sailor? Hard to tell).

We were all given fake ID’s for our journey. Mine was Nick Pappageogorio, a casino prospector.

We arrived at Remdula 2, a 5 floor station. Upon my arrival, I split from the group to scope the place. To solicit information, I had a Pazzak deck on me. I sat down in the main lobby and started flashing my Pazzak desk. Some of the miner, who were obviously bored, approached me asking to play. I decided not to hustle them as I really wanted to solicit information.

I’ve learned from the miners when special vessels pass through, the top 3 decks of the station are off limits. There is no timetable when this occurs or is there a consistent pattern.

Meanwhile, I’ve heard that Mathus sliced into a system below pulling manifests of upcoming transports. However, Mathus also drew the attention of either a gang or union miners. Hard to tell the difference here. Omnath was there and engaged the group while Mathus radioed for help. Cael and I received the message and ran down to the lower level of the station.

Omnath strikes the first blow but is then overwhelmed by the mob. Omnath is seriously hurt while Mathus is able to slip out. By the time Cael and I arrive, it seems that we were going to be overrun because and Imp patrol was monitoring the situation. I kept my blaster hidden and saw the wounded thug that Mathus hit earlier. I wanted to offer help to ease the situation but the thug was too anxious and held his vibroblade in my direction.

Cael announced that his “shot” was ruined by what happened. I was impressed with Cael’s acting abilities playing the part of a movie producer trying to film a live action sequence. Cael convinced the thugs and the Imps the whole movie scene was ruined and they believed him! Perhaps Cael should consider taking up a position as a diplomat.

I rushed to Omnath and gave him a stimpack to stop the bleeding. I then tried to convince the Imps not to write up the incident up so we are not recorded. I nearly broke a sweat there but they agreed as paperwork is cumbersome.

Now we need to go back laying low until the station is on lockdown for the next freighter.

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New Assignment, But First, R And R
Episode 6-30-2017

.256 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
Mop up operations have commenced. The wounded are being tended to. All the casualties have been counted. Remarkably our casualties are lite for the force we repelled. We lost Jeb from the recruits and 4 partisan rebels. As I am in medical getting patched up. Voba comes in with a worried look on his face. (Voba) “Cael, we have a problem. Imperial comm traffic says that Admiral Korlands flag ship is only moderately damaged and the Admiral is screaming to anyone that will listen that Moff Dardano is a traitor by firing upon him. He is asking for orders and permission to re-group and attack the rebels that Moff Dardanno conspired with. Mainly that is us. Jiranna base has been destroyed and Star Destroyer Ominous is in atmosphere over the base on protection and recovery of wounded. I suggest we plan to evacuate. With a faulty shield generator. We will not last a half hour if 2 star destroyers bombard us.” (Cael) “Frack, Yes, give the word to start evacuation procedures. Get Arkam on the comm. Give him the heads up. As soon as April finishes patching my arm. I will give you a hand in the comm center.” Voba leaves medical. (April) “Cael, I have several wounded people here that cant walk and need transport.” (Cael) “We will get them out. No one gets left behind.”

Over the next 4 days, we prep for evacuating the base. Arkam has a transport on stand by for us just out of system. Rosa has her people prepping to go to 1 of their hide outs they have. It is only about 40 km from the base. The recruits all want to stay on planet to help. Rosa incorporates them into her team. Treb even volunteers to stay on Onderon and continue training the rebels. I supply them with plenty of equipment and arms to continue to harass the imperials. I do persuade Flower and Moonbeam to come join the Alliance. Berrenger is offered to be the Alliance representative on Onderon.

.260 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
The partisans and recruits transport themselves and their equipment to their new base of operations. Berrenger was the 1 that actually set up the ground transport for them. Voba sets the base to overload and to explode when any Imperial code is entered into the base computer after we are gone. The GR-65 transport comes in and we load all our equipment on her. The few speeded bikes we have, 1 ATST, the shield generator, boxes and boxes of supplies. We do not leave anything for the imperials. We even load the headhunter into the cargo hold. Gaave has loaded his equipment on his YT-1210, The Majestic Gundar. Its not a bad ship. A little on the old side but can still get you where you want to go. Once loaded, the GR-65 takes a low course around the planet and exits the atmosphere on the far side of the planet from where the star destroyers are sitting over Izis and Jiranna base.

.267 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2235 – Cael Log
Captain Ontoro take us a round about way to base. Several micro jumps and a lot of waiting. We get to base several days later. Debriefing with Arkam takes longer then I ever expected. Arkem is a bit of an armchair team captain. Critiquing every decision I or Voba ever made. Even if it was the correct decision at the time. I commend every 1 of my team members for their above and beyond performance. Arkam goes over the good points and the bad points of the mission. Looking at he datapad. There are more on the plus side then the minus side. A lot more. The duty Sargent eventually finds me some quarters to bed down in the officers barracks.

.275 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2235 – Cael Log
Arkem informs me that Gaave has also given his report on the operation. I and everyone else gets an astounding recommendation from him. When I read over Gaave’s report. I notice that he has glossed over some of the more obtuse parts to make us all look that much better. Arkam puts in the recommendation that I receive a promotion to Captain. He informs me that I will receive new orders, soon.

.277 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2235 – Cael Log
Zal informs me that she has passed her psych evaluation and she has been contacted to help reform the attack fighter group “The Flying Dactalions” She has accepted the position as 2nd in command. I wish her all the luck.

Florek has been in all his glory. He is back in his hot house lab / repair facility. Working on new projects.

.279 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2235 – Cael Log
Voba has been informed that his uncle Rekla, has been imprisoned as a suspected rebel informant to the Alliance. He can possibly be executed for this. Voba has left to try to secure his released.

Gaave is already on a new secret assignment. Somewhere in the Annoid System.

We receive news from Onderon. Rosa informs us that Moff Dardanno has been taken into custody and is under a court marshal. The Interim Moff has not been assigned by the Emperor as of yet. They have recruited another dozen local troops and have set up 2 separate hidden bases. Berrenger has moved into a plush office in Izis and is making alliances all over the planet. Voba’s trap at Whisper Base worked partially. Only half the base got destroyed when the imperials arrived. Still going to cost them time and credits to fix.

.281 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2235 – Cael Log
I am giving my psych evaluation and bearly pass. I stretch the truth about the frequency of the night terrors. Arkem informs me that I have been promoted to Captain. Flower and Moonbeam have passed their evaluations and are taking some courses. There is no assignment for me as of yet. To relieve the boredom, I take over running a morning PT class for a bunch of new troops. After a few weeks they are in tip top shape. Only had 1 recruit bail out of my class. I also take a few courses in espionage. The class mostly works on deceiving someone. Coming up with a lie on the spur of a moment and using my surroundings as a way to influence others.

.341 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2059 – Cael Log
I am temporarily transferred to another base several sectors away. Flower and Moonbeam have both been assigned as my attaches and are promoted to corporal . This is after I persuade Arkem that they are loyal to me and can shoot the eye out of a flying Rupey at 1 km. At the new base. I am given a class to teach on the tactics we used in infiltrating and fortifying Whisper Base. It is a hands on course for a bunch of Sergeants and Lieutenants. They are impressed with the versatility of the operation. I drone it into them. Improvise as you go. Then improvise on the fly while improvising. While at this base, I also take some defensive driving courses. Covers several different vehicles.

1.039 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2059 – Cael Log
We have finally generated some R and R. A 30 day pass. The girls and I catch a shuttle to Floston Paradise. This is the life I remember when I was a Blitzball star athlete. Laying on the beach with a drink in my hand.

1.068 ABY – Floston Paradise – On’lok System – Cael Log
We are on our last day on Floston Paradise when my comm buzzes. When I look at it, it is Arkem. Oh Frack, I answer it. (Cael) “Cale Here.” (Arkem) “Cael, hope you are well rested?” I look to my left. Flower and Moonbeam, in their bikinis. Each are laying on a chase lounge with bronze tans. Some cabana boy keeps bringing them drinks. Just to get an eye full. (Cael) “Yes Sir, well rested.” (Arkem) “Good, we have a new assignment for you. We will brief you when you get back to 2235. You can assemble your team there. Arkam out.” I look back over to the girls and the cabana boy is putting suntan lotion on Moonbeam’s back.

1.070 ABY – Secret Alliance Base 2235 – Cael Log
0900 Hour – The meeting room on the new assignment has a dozen people in it. Arkems assistant, Borga goes over the finer points of the mission. (Borga) “The mission is along the Perlemian trade route. The imperials are moving large amounts of cargo and equipment through Martle station. The station is in orbit around Remduba 2. There is a M226 Temple class bulk freighter, highly modified. It arrives at the station with a convoy at odd intervals. The ship is commanded by a Lt Commander Jilan Noor. He was under a court marshal for insubordination. The trial has been put on hiatus indefinitely.” (Arkam) “Your job Cael, is to go to Martell Station. Infiltrate the crew of the bulk freighter and at the opportune time, commandeer it.” (Borga) Remdoba 2 is a mining planet. The surface is riddled with mines. We have contacted several members of your team. Berringer you know. His cover will be a casino prospector, looking for new locations. We have also made contact with Gaave’s old ship mate. A Gank name Omnath. Seems he is not dead and has been supporting the rupee riders on Onderon in their bid to harass the imperials.” Borga points to a Wookee sitting to his left. (Borga) “From Tattoine we have a Wookee doctor named Grabbo. He was recently working for some smuggler named Pash Edo. Who is under the protection of a Hutt named Jabba who controls that sector. His cover will be a medical supply salesman.” I nod to the wookee, he grins and nods back. I think to myself “I hope he has a translator. I still don’t understand wookee speak.” Borga then points to the man sitting next to the wookee. (Borga) “Also from Tattoine we have a mechanic / slicer / computer expert. His name is Mathus. He has worked for several people in the past few years. A repair facility owned by a man named Sol. Before that he was also associated with the smuggler Pash Edo on some ship named either Sand Devil or Hand of Sorrow. It is a little unclear. Before that he was employed by a young Hutt named Temo. He comes highly recommended by the local Alliance recruiter.” Mathus stands up and extends his hand to me across the table. I stand and shake his hand. (Borga) “There is your 2 attaches, Miss Flower and a Miss Moonbeam. Attached to this datapad is a list of equipment allocated for the mission. Also on there is yours, Miss Flower’s and a Miss Moonbeam’s cover information. Any questions?” I quickly look over the datapad. A lot more equipment then we were given to take over Whisper Base. A YT-2660, R2-T7 and lists of other equipment. (Cael) “Is there anyone on Martle Station we can trust?” (Arkem) “There is a trandoshan information broker named Passk on the station. He has been instrumental in relaying information for us, for a price.” (Arkem) “Cael, this bulk freighter is supplying to allot of systems that are hammering the Alliance. We need this supply line cut off.” (Cael) “We will get the job done.” (Arkem) “If no one else has anything, dismissed.” As I get up to leave. 1 of Arkem’s other assistants hands me a datapad. (Assistant) “Here is your expense budget, sir. Please do not go over it.” I look at the amount on this datapad but am slightly disappointed in the budget amount. I step over to Grabbo and Mathus. (Cael) “Gentlemen, please prepare you belongings. We can meet at the ship in 2 hours. She is parked in bay 12L. The both nod Yes.

1000 Hour – I return to my quarters to read through the finer points of the mission. I call the girls on my comm link to come to my quarters to go over the pending mission. They both arrive in a few minuets. We sit down at the table to review the information. My cover is Anthony Suprano, low budget holovid producer. Flower is Miss Silvia Garner, model and budding holovid actress. Moonbeam is our makeup and special effects artist by the name of Miss Helena Hardy. Omnath’s cover is a weapons and power pack dealer named Frank. Frank the Gank, I wonder who thought that one up. I can possibly use him on the holovid as another hired actor. Roots is our astromec. The YT-2660 looks like a nice ship, the Oasis. Allot better then the Box. We gather any last minute supplies. Change into some civilian clothes and head to bay 12L.

1200 Hour – When the girls and I get to the ship. Mathus and Grabbo are already waiting at the loading ramp. This ship at least has staterooms and some armament. I give the girls the port side double stateroom and I take the port side single stateroom. Grabbo and Mathus can take the starboard double stateroom. Berrenger and Omnath will be meeting us at Martle Station. We check the supplies and make sure she is fueled. Moonbeam, who has been taking a course in flying space ships. She goes over to the dock master to discuss our departure. Roots is already in the cockpit calculating out our hyperspace jumps. As I am strapping down some equipment. Moonbeam comes stomping up the ramp, mad at the world. She goes right to the cockpit. I look down the ramp. The dock master is holding the left side of his face. He is stooped over a little and is holding his crotch with his other hand. I don’t want to know what he said to her. I close the ramp. Grabbo secures the medical bay. Mathus is at the engineering station, balancing the engines. When I get to the cockpit, MB is in the pilots seat getting us clearance from space control. (MB) “Roots has calculated our course. 1 micro jump, then 2 short jumps and we will be on the Perlemain. From there we have 1 long jump. 14 hours total. Everyone buckled in. Here we go.”

0200 Hour – Martle Station
MB gets us clearance to land on pad 201-7 on the lower level. Our ship is pretty secluded in this area. The dock master does not even come over to our ship to see if we have anything to declare. I put a call out to Berrenger as to what dock we are at.

0230 Hour – Berringer arrives with Omnath. I greet them at the top of the loading ramp. (Cael) “Berringer, great to see you again. And you too Omnath. Berringer shakes my hand. Omnath just nods. We close the ramp and st in the lounge to discuss the plan. Mathus will see if he can get an incoming ship manifest to see when the bulk freighter will next get here. Grabbo will make contact with Passk. Berringer will try to find out which dock workers handle these special shipments. The girls and I will get the layout of the station by videoing in several areas.

Mathus, on the dock level. Passes 2 imperial guards while looking for a dock computer station to slice into. After a few minuets, he finds 1 in a small cubby. He easily defeats the keypad lock to get in. What he finds out from the computer is. The M226 bulk freighter will be arriving tomorrow. When it get to the station. They close off the level 3 to all non essential personnel. He soon finds out that he is wearing the wrong color jumpsuit for this area of the dock. He is wearing a Blue jumpsuit and this is the Red area. There is a zarbeth and 4 other red suited dock workers pounding on the glass to the booth he is in. Mathus is able to get a call to Omnath and Berringer as to his problem. They head down to the dock level. Berringer contacts me to let me know the situation. (Cael) “On my way. Girls, keep making the layout of the station.” I head to the nearest lift down. Omnath gets to where Mathus is 1st. He confronts the Zarpath and they both stab each other. Omnath is extremely outnumbered. He is soon knocked to the ground by the rest of the gang hitting him with spanner wrenches. As Berringer and I arrive. After being delayed by load lifters blocking the hallway. There are several imperial guards already on the scene. Mathus is no where to be found and must have snuck out of the booth when the guards were occupied with Omnath. Who is still on the floor bleeding. The Zarpath is also bleeding and is talking to 1 of the guards. As I approach the scene. I come up with a fast improvised idea to defuse the situation. I use my commanding voice. (Cael) “Cut, Cut, Oh My Stars. Can you people not screw up my shots in this holovid.” Everyone starts looking at me with a confused look on their faces. I continue to press the ruse. Pointing to Omnath, who is now sitting up on the floor. (Cael) “And You! You were off your mark and got yourself hurt in the process.” I point at the zarpath who was just about to get binders put on him. (Carl) “You were not suppose to injure my extras on this set. We will have to patch him up and reset the whole scene.” The zarpath seeing a way to get out of being arrested, plays along with the ruse. (Zarapath) “Yea, holovid, shooting a holovid.” Berringer walks up to Omnath and helps him up to his feet. I sweet talk the lead guard about possibly using him and a few of his men in the vid as an essential part. I get their names and promise the guard that we thought this vid was not going to cause a problem. I go over to the zarpath. (Cael) “I will let you know when we have this shot set up again, ok?” the zarpath tries not to look confused. He just nods yes. The zarpeth, the 3 humans and the aqualish dock workers quickly leave the area. The guards are satisfied with my explanation. Berringer and I carry Omnath back to our ship. (Berringer) “That was close, really close”

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Falling In Style
Episode 1-18-2016

.251 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0530 Hour – 30 minute PT. The partisan rebels are starting to shape up. The recruits are also working harder to look good in front of the Partisans. A quick shower, shave, day uniform and I go get some chow. In the cafeteria, I go over my planned duty roster with Voba, Treb and Dendrick. We narrow down the specifics of what must be done and who do we assign to do it.

0800 Hour – Florek’s report on the 2nd ATST.
- Both blaster cannons are destroyed and inoperable.
- Salvage blasters from bikes are not compatible and will require extensive adaptation.
- 2 Leg servos are in need of replacing, movement reduced to half speed.
- Most of the controls in the cab are clogged with mud and inhibit proper operation.
- Estimate to repair – 26 days + 3000 credits for parts
As I look at the report. Florek keeps readjusting 1 of his fans. (Cael) “So it was a waste to go get that hunk of metal?” (Florek) “Not Really. It can be fixed with proper time and repair parts. That we do not have time or access to the parts is moot? (Cael) “It will still move. Can we switch it out with the other ATST that does work?” (Florek) “Yes.” (Cael) “OK then Florek. Move on to the next project. I will have some of the Partisans switch out the units. Dismissed.” I dispatch 2 Partisans and Roy to switch out the broken ATST with the working 1 as our look out post. They can mount 1 of the repeating blasters in it for defence. I finish the duty roster and post it.

1200 Hour – I track down Torre to help me. Over the next several hours we go through the storage compartment. We pull out armor and weapons for each Partisan, each recruit and for Berrenger. Zal helps the 2 Partisans finish the headhunter launch ramp. Voba and Viga go over local imperial message protocols. Treb continues training our budding infantry. Berrenger spends the day in the bacta tank. He emerges a shinny new man.

.252 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0530 Hour – 30 minute PT, hot shower, shave and a day uniform. This day comprises of continuing repairs and upgrades to Whisper base. The data feeds coming in stop. Voba suspects Moff Dardanno must be scared and does not want any leaks about his eventual attempt to take back his base. Voba tries for several hours to determine the new frequency they are transmitting on but can not find it. He still has the link to his back door.

.253 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0530 Hour – 30 minute PT, hot shower, shave and a day uniform. This day comprises of finalizing the planning of the attack on Jiranna Base. Picking the targets. Zal still wants to fly the Box in to the base and bail out the back on a speeder bike. She is confident she can pull it off. Berrenger has been on his personal communicator since he got out of the bacta tank last night. Does that guy ever put that thing down?

1100 Hour – (Roots) “Cael – Report on Viga. All seems normal. Her working vicinity is to Voba and the comm room. Other vicinity is her bunk, cafeteria or the rec room. (Cael) “Thank you Roots.” Roots rolls away to continue his duties. Still not sure if I trust Viga too much.

.254 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0530 Hour – I wake up from a bad night of horrible dreams. My combat knife is in my hand. 35 minute PT with the class getting bigger each day. Rosa is at PT this morning. Then a hot shower, shave and a day uniform. Morning chow is pretty good.
All of this day is spent doling out armor and weapons. Treb and I check each individual out on the proper use of the armor and weapon they have been issued. Zal and Berrenger have disappeared with the YT-1210. Even Gaave does not know where they took his ship. He is not happy. I hope those 2 have not gone off to be intimate with each other. That is all I need. All the internal base door locks have been competed. No word from Zal or Berrenger by nightfall. Still no word from Omnath. I list him in my daily report as MIA and presumed dead.

.255 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0530 Hour – I wake up from another bad night of dreams with my combat knife is in my hand again. Not sure if I should still keep it under my pillow at night. I don’t want to loose a finger in the middle of the night. 30 minute PT. Very big class today. Hot shower, shave and a day uniform. The following is a list of items complected throughout the day.
1) 1 turbo laser turret has been raised so as to shoot over the opposite side of the base.
2) The shield generator is 100% complete, but not tested.
3) Voba has set up phoney messages from Admiral Korland’s Star Destroyer to Jiranna Base and back. They are gibberish in a phoney code.
4) The explosives are slowly being loaded onto the Box. Voba will set the detonators tomorrow.

1800 Hour – Voba, Rosa and I are sitting in the cafeteria having dinner. Rosa is explaining that when she was younger. She was always able to sneak in and out of the tiniest places. She once escaped from a lock up by squeezing through a narrow gap of a window. Just then Gaave runs in. (Gaave) “Ah, I think I found out where Zal and Berrenger went. You guys have got to see this.” The 3 of us in a confused state follow Gaave back to the comm room. On the big screens is what looks like the start of a swoop bike race. There are 6 racers on all different types of bikes at the starting line. The 3rd from the left. I see Berrenger standing next to what looks like 1 of our 74-Z speeder bikes talking to Zal on the bike. (Cael) “What the frick is this. Where is this feed coming from?” (Gaave) “Someone in the crowd is live streaming this from the warehouse section in Iziz.” Gaave brings up 5 other cameras that show some other parts of Iziz that are also being live streamed. (Gaave) “These other cameras show the rest of the race route.” (Cael) “What the frick is she doing there?” Just then a young Tel’wik girl in a very tiny bikini walks out in front of the racers. She raises a green flag and swings her arm down. The race is off. Some little guy on a D-22 Screamer bike wipes out after 10 meters past the go line. Another guy in a Mobquet Flare-S bike takes the lead. I am not sure what the other 3 bikes are. They are highly modified. Zal is in 3rd place. There is a long strait away that at the end bends to the right. Switching to the 2nd camera we see 2 lanes of cross traffic. The Mobquet plows right through the intersections without slowing. (Rosa) “Did that guy just run someone over?” The 2nd place guy swerves around a large grav-truck. Zal swerves around the opposite side of the truck. The guy in 4th place cant swerve and explodes when he hits the truck. The 5th guy goes past but clips a taxi. He has a faring loose and his bike is shaking. The racers disappear down a large pipe. (Voba) “Which is the next camera?” (Gaave) “Not sure.” Gaave switches across 3 cameras till he sees the exit of the pipe. It is an agenizing long time before we see the racers come out the pipe. They continue by going through a series of switch backs. Zal is now right on the leaders tail. The other 2 bikes are closing in on her. At the top of the switch backs the next camera shows the route goes over the roofs of several warehouse buildings. All of a sudden Zal drops her bike below the guy on the Mobquet. The loose faring on the 3rd place bike finally breaks off and flies into the chest of the 4th biker. He is knocked off his bike and the camera loses him as he falls between the buildings. After the roofs, there is a long straight away and they pick up speed. The course winds into a corkscrew. Zal is gaining. This is the last section before they reach the finish line. Zal seems to be swinging her bike wide, very wide. She then opens her bike up and it rockets past and clips the right aileron on the Mobquet. Zal brings the bike to a vertical halt at the Start-finish line. The Mobquet spins off and crashes into the stands where people are watching the race. People are scattering. The last remaining bike comes to a stop at the finish line. Some of the cameras switch to show police speeders heading toward the warehouse district. By the time they switch back to the finish line. Zal and Berrenger are gone. (Cael) “Damn that girl can fly! I better stop busting her chops about crashing the Lambda.”

2200 Hour – Zal and Berrenger return to the base. I play it like we did not see the race. (Cael) “So where have you 2 been off to?” (Zal) “Wouldn’t you like to know.” As she walks past with a smile on her face. (Berrenger) “Well, we wont need to worry about the mercenaries that Moff Dardanno hired.” (Cael) “What do you mean?” (Berrenger) “A little wheeling, dealing and the mercenaries that Moff Dardanno hired to attack the base here. Well, they are just going to not be around when he needs them. Plus I told them to not hang around Jiranna base either. He got my meaning.” (Cael) “Good work. You did that all by yourself?” (Berrenger) “Yea, well, Zal helped a little.” (Cael) “I bet she did. I bet she did.” Berrenger gives me a strange look as I head down the corridor. Voba’s last message to Arkam is to confirm tomorrow, local time is when the attack will commence.

.256 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
0530 Hour- Very bad dream this morning. Thousands of people on fire. Screaming at me for help. I cant move. I cant help them. I wake up on the floor all sweaty and my arms are tangled in the blanket. 30 minute PT. Most of the class does not want to stop. I think they really are getting into tip top shape. They will need it for today. A nice hot shower, shave and I put on my combat armor. Sven is making flapjacks in the cafeteria. Zal skips breakfast. She is prepping the box for take off and loading a speeder bike into the cargo area. I make sure that the forward look out, the 2 turrets and the shield generator are manned.

0725 Hour – Zal takes off for Jiranna Base. It will take her about 1 hour to reach the base. Voba, Viga, Gaave, and I are all in the comm room. I am the only one there in heavy armor and look out of place. After Zal is a half hour out. She radios that there is heavy movement in the jungle. Moving in the direction of Whisper Base. (Voba) “Looks like Moff Dardanno move up his time table again. I need to slice into the base fire control system. This is going to go down quick.” (Cael) “Keep me in the loop on my comm. I will get the troops in position.” I head to go get Treb. He is just about done putting on his armor. (Cael) “Show time. We have incoming. 30-40 minutes.” Treb and I get most of the troops into the Motor pool. We have 18 people suited up and ready. Even April is in armor and has 2 portable med kits on stand by. We have 3, 2 man teams on the heavy repeaters. Treb and I coordinate and move the troops out to the tree line 30 meters from the motor pool doors.

0820 Hour – Zal radios that she is slowly gaining altitude to make her run on the base. Voba coordinates the Y-wings and gets the Jiranna Base fire control on line. All in the comm room hears Zal. (Zal) “Port engine out . Negative on building target. Secondary target airfield is now prime target. This brick is falling way to fast. Bailing out.” Gaave pulls up a camera from district 2 in Iziz. To the left you can clearly see the base. The box in a steep dive goes over the wall. We can just make out Zal on the speeder bike exit the rear of the Box. 5 seconds later the camera shows a huge explosion just out of view over the wall. Voba sends the order to Jiranna Base fire control. He gives the coordinates of Admiral Korland’s Star Destroyer. All 6 turbo laser batteries begin to fire. The Star Destroyer takes some damage and tries to evade. Gaave coordinates the 6 Y-wings in on a low trajectory. They are the Flying Drackdalions. (Gaave) “Zal can you use the targeting sight on the bike to home the Y-wings on to target. (Zal) Roger that, lighting up the admin building. Airfield is all on fire. All craft destroyed.” Zal swings the bike around and sets the targeting computer on the South East corner of the admin building. The turbo lasers are still firing up at the Star Destroyer when the Y-wings come in at a shallow angle and their bombs hit directly on target. The admin building collapses into a heap. The Y-wings swing wide for a 2nd pass. (Drack 1) “Drack 1. Heading 320, mark 20. We are coming around for a send pass. Light up our next target.”

0840 hour – We can hear a lot of something coming towards us. We soon see it is a stampede of large animals. (Treb) “TREES! GET BEHIND THE TREES NOW!” We all duck behind the trees. The booby traps and mines take out some of the advancing animals. Right behind them are 3 squads of troopers. I hand signal the 3 repeater teams. They drop the guns down on the tripods and begin to fire. Troopers fire back. We all open fire. A few of us Swing to thetroopers left flank. The fire fight lasts 15 – 20 minutes. Soon we hear the crash, thump of the ATs moving through the jungle. I have 2 men down but we took out the troopers.

Berrenger hears 1 of the Partisans in the turret go silent out on the landing pad. When he gets there with 3 Partisans. They see 2 squads of troopers cresting the hill behind the base. Voba joins them and throws a flash grenade to incapacitate th troopers.

Zal lights up the repair facility at Jiranna base. The Y-wings come around for their 2nd pass. All 6 hit their target. More then 75% base is either destroyed or is on fire. (Zal) “Base is done. Do we have a 3rd and last target for these guys?” (Gaave) “Zal, We are under attack here. Cael and Treb have incoming ATs. They are holding them off. Voba has intruders also on the landing pad. We need the ATs taken out. (Zal) “Roger that. Drack 1 Do you copy?” (Drack 1) “Copy, what are my coordinates?” Zal forwards the coordinates of Whisper Base. (Zal) “These are the coordinates of our base. Use your discretion as to the incoming ATs. You will make it there long before I can. I will be on your 6.” (Drack 1) “Roger Zal, coordinates confirmed. Thanks for your help and see you on the flip. Drack squadron, line up on me for on target at incoming ATs at jungle base.” The Y-wings zoom off in the direction of Whisper Base. Zal accelerates for home but the bike can no way keep up with the Y-wings.

As 2 ATSTs come into view with an ATAT not far behind it. I hand signal to Treb to take out the driver in ATST-2. I will do the same to the driver in ATST-1. We both take aim. My shot goes clear into the pilot of the ATST. The walker stops right away. Treb fires into the 2nd ATST cockpit with his bowcaster. He used an exploding round and takes out the driver and the gunner with the 1 shot. There is smoke coming from his ATST cockpit. The ATAT behind them starts firing. I call for a fall back to the motor pool. Treb and I are the last to head back. We set up a cover fire for our troops to get back to the base. There is another squad of troopers with the ATAT. As we head back the ATAT fires. It is not a direct hit on us, but throws us both about 2 meters. Our troops at the motor pool have set up 1 of the repeaters. They now give us cover fire to get back there.

Voba and the partisans take care of the 2 squads of troopers that were climbing up the back of the base. At this point. They hear the Y-wings on approach. Voba climbs up the ladder to the roof of the base. He will help them target in on the ATs that are just outside the motor pool.

Treb and I reach the motor pool doors. I hit the emergency button to close the doors. They get half way closed and jam. (Cael) “SON OF A FRICK! What else can go wrong? Take cover everyone. Those Y-wings are targeting the ATs just outside these doors!” Our troops all move as far from the opening in the doors. The Y-wings, with Voba’s help. Drop their bombs on the advancing imperial walkers. The ATs are destroyed. The rest of the ground troops that were with them also get decimated. It takes us a few minuets but we pick off the last few imperial troopers from inside the motor pool. As the dust settles we see the Y-Wings heading home. I turn to Treb. (Cael) “I wonder if Voba’s plan to shoot Admiral Koland’s Star Destroyer down worked?” (Treb) “You go ask him and find out. I will have the troops mop up here. You will get a report if we find anything important or when we are done.”

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On your marks....get set.....
Beringer Log 8

Personal Fund: 2066
+200 from sound investments
+700 from wager on race
Partisan Fund: 3,400
-500 from thermals being held

I have an uneasy feeling with the impending Imp expedition to Whisper Base. It’s clear the Imps moved up their timetable while Voba, Cael, Zal and all others are trying to rush jobs to get the base running in decent shape. I got a message that the blockade is delaying the delivery of much needed components, specifically the quad canon and the parts for the base shield generator. However, along with that shipment were 3 thermal detonators.

I knew the thermals would be impossible to get through the blockade. I negotiated a holding fee of 500 until another time they can be retrieved. Meanwhile, the other components were delivered to the warehouse and shipped out via the dump trucks for. This was the last truck shipment to be delivered to Whisper Base.

I’ve received intel that the Imps hired mercenaries to join the upcoming expedition. That didn’t sit well with me as Whisper Base was understaffed as is. I am not much of a fighter but I had an idea to help even the odds. I knew a bike gang was hired to help the Imps. That gang needed a driver for an upcoming swoop race. I had the idea I could convince the gang to not join the Imp expedition in exchange for a driver.

I approached Zal asking if she is able to help. I said “I have a plan to convince the Mercs not to join the Imps, but I need your help.” Zal seems confused as first, but I said a bike gang needed a driver for a swoop race and I wanted to negotiate a deal; if Zal wins the race, the bike gang does not send their people into the jungle. I told Zal it’s our only bargaining chip and she agreed. I failed to disclose this plan to Cael and company. Minor oversight on my part.

Zal and I took an Imp speeder into the slum part of the city and met with the Black Shashes gang. The Black Sashes gang, as well as the other gangs, lost their main drivers as the Imps were cracking down on illegal speeding in the streets and they were desperate to get a hold on a large sum of money for the winner. I approached the leader, who appeared to have been beaten one too many times with a police baton. I never caught his name, but he agreed to the terms if Zal wins the race, they will ‘forget’ their rendezvous time with the Imps. We never discussed what would happen if Zal loses the race, but I could only assume it would involve broken bones. On another side note, I placed a wager of 700 that Zal wins the race.

The speeder Zal and I came in, was military quality but needed additional enhancements while the forward canon needed to be removed. I negotiated to trade the forward canon for parts upgrading the speed and maneuverability of the speeder, which the gang agreed to help with.

Around sundown, the race was about to start. 4 other gangs showed up at the start location, each with their own driver. One speeder looked out of place as it was massive. Zal lined up with the other 4 competitors at the starting line, waiting for the green light. The green light lit and Zal didn’t hestitate putting the pedal to the metal. The biggest speeder bike took off, but threw the driver off. The race is now Zal verses 3 bikes now.

I am watching the race now on a monitor. The racers are now in the streets with live people and other vehicles. Zal is in second and seems cool swerving through the traffic. One of the competitors couldn’t handle the traffic and smacks right into a dump truck broadside into a ball of flame and smoke. I hear cheers in the audience seeing such destruction. Another speeder clipped a pedestrian before all of them headed into the sewers. It was not Zal verses 2.

Zal was ahead, but not by much and saw a 3 way split. I noticed on the monitored Zal hesitated as she was unsure what to do. Zal decided to slow down and let one of them pass her. Zal then followed the leader into one of the tennels and floored it. Zal and the other speeders were now in a switchback with very sharp turns. Zal was able to maintain control but the lead speeder pulled out a blaster hoping to slow Zal down. However the lead speeder lost his grip on the pistol and the pistol flew right into Zal’s lap.

The final obstacle in the course was a corkscrew. Zal was catching up but lost control as the turns were tight at the speed she was going. She lost control and became dizzy. One stable, Zal tried again to catch up and pass the lead bike. The finish line was in sight and Zal floored it, then braked immediately at the end as to not hit the crowds of bystanders watching the race. The other racer was not so lucky and hit the crowd.

I went back to the gang leader and he promised not to send his guys out on the expedition. I also collected my winnings and was advised to make a quick getaway out of town as some of the other gangs were not happy. Zal and I made a quick exit out of town.

Upon return, Cael saw Zal and I and asked where we are. I said I took care of the mercenary situation. I don’t think he was thrilled I left the base without his knowledge.

I went back to my quarters with my winnings and fell asleep. I had a strange dream though. In it I was winning hand after hand of pazzak and towards the end, I was carrying out lots of cash. However, the irony was there was nothing to spend money on.

In the morning, Zal went out in the Box to begin the preemptive strike on the Imp base. Upon leaving, Zal noticed movement in the jungle. The Imps moved their timetable up attacking Whisper Base. Treb and Cael took out a small band of rebels to meet up with some of the imps while I stayed behind. There was a bit of chaos at the base so I came out of my quarters and established order, sending everyone to the hangar door.

I hear explosions and blaster fire in the distance while hearing Cael and Treb on the comm link. I also hear on the comm link one of the partisans manning a turret go silent. Thinking a turret was compromised, I took 3 partisans with me to see what happened. Voba joined us and in the rear base, we came across 8 Imp soldiers. Voba threw a flash grenade blinding everyone there while he continued up a ladder to help some incoming Y-Wings.

After I was able to clear my head, I noticed the Imp soldiers were also starting to come through too. Outnumbered, I had our small group retreat back into the fort and closed the blast doors. I asked for reinforcements and I think I started to hear the Imps plant thermite on the doors to blast them. Moments later, I heard nothing. It took me a while to find out the Imps chose to retreat.

There was a bit of relief, but now that the Imps know we are here, I fear they will come back here in greater numbers.

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Hey Wait, I know Where There Is Another ATST
episode 1-4-2017

.250 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet Onderon – Whisper Base – Cael Log
1515 Hour- After picking up Voba and Viga at the rendezvous point. We soon land back at base. Zal has taken a very round about way. Just to make sure we were not followed. When we exit the ship Zal checks on the progress of the headhunter launch pad. The rest of us take Berrenger and Darius to the infirmary. All the base doors are locked with codes to get past. It takes us a bit longer then I would like to get them there. Darius is in worse shape then Berrenger. He has 3 broken fingers, several missing teeth, severe lacerations, bruises and several broken ribs. Berrenger just has several small lacerations, a concussion, bruises on his upper body and face. So Darius goes into the bacta tank first. As the new medical droid scans Darius. It finds a tiny tracking device placed under his skin. Just under his left shoulder blade. When the droid removes it. Voba takes it to the comm room. I walk over to Berrenger, who is still conscious. (Cael) “You guys were lucky we showed up when we did. I cant have the Imperials damaging my best asset. Get some rest and April will have you in the bacta tank soon.” Berrenger gives me a half hearted smile before he nods off. I go over to April. (Cael) “Make sure Berrenger does not have a tracking device on him also.” (April) “Med 1 scanned him. No tracker. I will keep him slightly sedated till we can get him into the tank. He has got to be in some pain. I may give him an ice bath to take some of the swelling down” (Cael) “Good, keep me posted on their recovery.” I go find Voba. On the way to the comm room I spot Torr. (Cael) “Torr, There is a human female in the base. She is previously an Imperial junior officer stationed at this base prior to our arrival. Her name is Viga. Do you remember her?” (Torr) “Affirmative Cael. Her Imperial ID# is 2319J45Y.” (Cael) “Good, She is supposedly now on the Alliance side. Please make sure she does not go anywhere restricted, does not damage any systems or contact Imperial forces. I do not 100% trust her.” (Torr) “Affirmative Cael. I and R2-T7 will keep her under lite surveillance.” Torr heads off down the hallway and I continue to the comm room.

1600 Hour – I find Voba, Gaave and Xian in the comm room. They have the tracking device in a stasis box. They are trying to tap into its transmitting signal. (Cael) “Are we compromised?” (Voba) “I don’t think so. It is transmitting on a short burst interval. I think I got it into the box before the next burst. You know, I could duplicate the same transmission it has from somewhere else. How about from Admiral Kolands Star Destroyer?” (Cael) “You can do that?” (Voba) “Sure, just copy the coded signal, set the frequency, power output level, burst interval. Then hack into a stationary droid on 1 of the star destroyers. Set the code in its low priority memory loop. Now we sit back and watch Moff Dardano get goose bumps when he sees where his tracker is transmitting from.” (Cael) “Very slick, I like it.” Zal comes into the comm room. (Zal) “Hey guys. I just had a brilliant idea. Why don’t we go retrieve the other ATST that is stuck in the mud? The YT-1210 is strong enough to pull it out.” (Cael) “That’s not a bad idea. Do you think it is still stuck at the edge of the ravine or do you think the mud washed it farther down hill?” (Gaave) “Let go find out. I can fly…” Zal just glares at Gaave. (Gaave) “It is my ship? I’m a good pilot. I know some maneuvers, some….Ok, Ok, you can fly us there.” Zal points to me. (Zal) “I will need you and possibly Treb to hook some cables to it so I can pull it out of the mud.” (Cael) “Ok, Let me go change and tell Treb. I think Dendrick has all the recruits working on projects with the Partisan Rebels. So Treb should have some spare time.” I find Treb in the infirmary checking on Darius. I inform him of the plan. He agrees and goes to get some harnesses for both of us. (Cael) “April, how are the both of them?” (April) “Well, Darius is healing. He will need several more hours for him in the tank. Berrenger on the other hand. He woke up a little while ago and has been on his personal communicator to some guy in Iziz. I’m thinking he can wait till Darius is healed for him to go into the tank.” (Cael) “Good. Treb, Zal and I should be back in a couple of hours.” I head to my quarters. Change into a jumpsuit with high boots, gloves and a hood.

When I get to the cockpit on the crate. Zal and Gaave are already there. Zal is in the pilot seat. Gaave is being pouty in the co-pilot seat. Every time Gave touches a control. Zal slaps his hand and adjusts the control a bit. I just chuckle and head to the back to strap in. As I sit down, Treb hands me a body harness with several meters of adjustable lanyards. After we are airborne. We unstrap and put on the harnesses. I have to adjust Treb’s harness 3 times to get it to fit his big furry frame body. On the intercom. (Zal) “When we get to the site. I will open the front cargo hatch where the winch is. Let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary. We should be there in 20 minuets.”

1730 Hour – Zal circles around where the ATST should be. On her 3rd pass she spots a small section of the ATST cab sticking out of the mud. It is approximately 10 meters down the slope and 30 meters from where the Box was pulled out. She opens the forward cargo doors. Treb and I each hook a lanyard to the cable and start to climb down. Not an easy climb. We both slip a few times but get the hoist cable hooked to 1 of the lifting rings for the ATST. We then pull out folding shovels and start to clear some of the mud from around the ATST. Treb gets stuck at 1 point up to his waist and I need to pull him out. As Zal tightens the cable, the ATST pulls slightly free of the mud but stops. The winch cable on the underside of the ATST is tangled around a large tree trunk. There is no way to free it. We both look for the cable release. The Inside of the cab is partially filled with mud also. I can just reach the cable release from the top hatch. After the cable releases. The ATST swings free of the slope of mud. Zal has to fight to control the Crate. The added weight of the ATST hanging off the winch makes her unstable and difficult to fly. Treb and I crawl inside. Treb is able to find the release for the lower hatch to open and all the mud inside falls out the bottom. Making the weight more manageable. The ATST at the end of the 30 meter cable continues to swing wild. Zal finds a clearing not too far from the slope. She sets the ATST down and lowers the Crate. We double up the cable to 2 hook points on the ATST. Now it only hangs 15 meters below the Crate. Before Zal rises up. Treb and I climb back into the Crate through the cargo door. With the door closed. The Crate flies a lot smoother. As we try to get some mud off of us before we track it through out the ship. We can see Zal drop the ship below the tree line. She hovers there for a few minuets then continues toward the base. I try to use the intercom but it is still broken in this part of the ship. Yelling is the next answer. (Cael) “ZAL, WHY DID WE STOP?” (Zal) “THERE IS A SQUAD OF TIE FIGHTERS OFF OUR PORT SIDE. WE ARE DUCKING OUT OF EYESIGHT.” Great, that is all we need. We have to duck into the tree tops 1 more time before we reach base.

1830 Hour – Zal sets the ATST down outside the motor pool. We unhook the cables and Zal lands the Crate on the landing pad. Treb and I are still pretty much covered in mud. 2 of the Partisan Rebels in the motor pool drag out a water hose and hose the 2 of us down before they hose off the ATST. Once we get the mud off of the ATST. We can now clearly see the damage. The winch cable is gone. Both blasters are bent. There is a jammed ankle pivot point. There is a large tree branch stuck in it. Plus the entire cab needs to be cleaned out. This may have been more work for nothing. We will let Dendrick and Florek assess whether it can be repaired in time. I head to shower and change. I am getting quicker at typing in the access codes to get through the internal doors.

1900 Hour – Sitting in the cafeteria having some dinner at the big table. Voba, Viga, Zal, Dendrick, Rosa and Gaave. I grab a plate of gravy covered mystery meat and some java and sit down with them. Remarkably Dendrick does not have a death stick in his mouth. (Voba) “Viga and I have been working on a couple of internal Imperial protocalls to make it easier for me to get information out of their computers.” (Cael) “So Voba, How did Moff Dardano like his tracker showing up on Admiral Korlands ship?” (Voba) “Not good. He moved up the attack date from day 28 to day 23.” (Dendrick) “Oh boy, that will make the schedule very tight. Also I am out of my 3 week supply of death sticks.” (Cael) “You have only been here 1 week.” Dendrick gets a very sad look on his face. Mumbles something and walks away. Everyone starts brain storming ideas. From using the exploding Box on a Star Destroyer. To how Zal will be able to fly it remotely. Voba throws out a couple of ways to possibly boost the remote control signal. Zal was thinking to fly the box in and when it gets close, put it on autopilot and bail out the back on a speeder bike. Voba and I are worried she would get blown up in the Box prior to ejecting. A viable idea is to hack the Jiranna base fire control orders. Give the coordinates to fire the base turbo lasers, but the actual coordinates are the spot Admiral Korlands ship is. This way we get the imperial Army and the Imperial navy to duke it out. When they are beaten down, then we attack. I really like this idea. Especially since Moff Dardano is already suspicious of Admiral Korland. That was why he set up this listening post in the 1st place. Xian comes into the cafeteria and whispers in Voba’s ear. Voba looks at Xian. (Voba) “Are you sure.” (Xian) “Yes Sir. We are tracking their new trajectories.” (Voba) “Ok everyone. Seems Admiral Korland has situated his Star Destroyers to blockade the planet. We need to notify Arkam. We may have a severe problem if this operation goes bad.” I follow Voba and Xian to the comm room to contact Arkam. We generate a short message of the situation unfolding and our provisional plan of attack on Jiranna base. Xian compresses the message and Hyper links it to Arkam. As the 3 of us continue to brainstorm possible contingency plans of attack. 20 minuets later we get a hyperlink message reply from Arkam. (Arkam) “Message received. Approve of plan to pit ground against orbit. Can commit squadron Y-wing bombers. Advise of time table. Arkam.” (Cael) “A Squadron of Y-wing bombers. Wow, that fricken Bothan finally comes through for us when we need it. This may mean the difference between us getting hammered and us hammering Jiranna base.”

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Decryption protocol: VM1379-Red-Violet-Green

Command this will be brief in my haste to send out this transmission.
In preparation to extract Viga an Imperial defector and gain access to the direct mainframe of Jiranna Base, I managed to create an actual Imperial Naval ID for Beringer. This gained us access within the base, and too the mainframe.

After extracting vital information (see attachment), I managed to create a back door to the Jiranna Base mainframe as well. This proved to come in handy after a series of unfortunate events lead to Beringer and Darius being captured. I found myself alone after Viga was spooked and ran off. So, I used a local café to collect my thoughts, I then used the backdoor access to create a deep intel ID for both Beringer and Cael, falsifying release papers for both Beringer and Darius. Viga contacted me during all of this and I managed to calm her, and reconnect.

With them being held I did whatever I could to get them out. I do want to put on record that Darius should be removed from all future missions outside of whisper base. Zal, Cael and a few others flew in under the false id of a Naval transport to pick up Beringer. They successfully extracted both Beringer and Darius then Viga and myself from a remote location. We are safely back in Whisper Base, but it also comes with a cost.
Zal, Cael, and a few others went out today to recover some lost equipment, the lost AT-ST we spoke about. Zal called in during this recover and told me there was movement by the star destroyers. I looked into this, and because of recent events within Iziz, Admiral Dardono (ooc: I think this the one in the sky), feels a more drastic measure is needed, so he is setting up an orbital blockade.

It will take apx. 3 hours for them to be in position to achieve the complete maneuver, this is the reason for the very short briefing, and why you must reply with haste if you have any orders. I will have a much more detailed recount of events in the logs, but I wanted to make sure your apprised of all that is happening here.

Voba Montari

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Medic!
Beringer Log 7

Personal Fund: 1166
+200 from investments

Partisan Fund: 3,900

Zal picked Voba, Viga, Cael, Darius and I up and we headed back to base. Darius is in very rough shape.

Upon return to the base, I noticed some of the base doors were upgraded to include codes before accessing another point. It’s a nice feature that will only slow down any potential invaders.

I was ready for the bacta bath, however Darius was in severe need of it and got priority. His broken fingers, swollen eyes, and laceration wounds told the story. It then occurred to me if anyone has checked Darius if any sort of tracking device was placed on our bodies. The nurse, April, with the help of the medical droid, found an entry wound in Darius that was sewn shut. Under Darius’s skin was a tracking device.

I wish I thought of it earlier before coming to whisper base. I asked Voba if it’s possible to hack the tracker and have it rerouted to another location. Voba decided instead of routing the beacon to a location at a planet, to route it to a droid on one of the orbiting VSDs to give the perception that Cael and I are on that ship. We’ll see if it works.

Since Darius is in the tank, a cold ice bath was created for me to help with my wounds as a result of the interrogation I received earlier in the day. The water turned a bit pink from all the blood stains, but my body started to feel better.

While soaking in the tub, I’d glance over at Darius and listen in the comm link for base activity. Cael and Zal chose to recover a AT-ST they once had that was bogged down in mud. When listening in, it sounded like that has trouble lifting the unit out, but eventually they were able to secure it.

Meanwhile, I was making calls to Eugene to pickup some crates in warehouse 751. Eugene said this may the last delivery. The orbiting VSDs were heading into blockade formation and the town was under lockdown. I understood Eugene’s position and wished him well.

I also got a cryptic message from “L”, the one I met in the art gallery a few days back. He said “Tables are turning.” I have no idea what that meant. Was it turning for the partisans or for the Imps?

Zal and Cael arrived back at the base with a beaten up AT-ST. I don’t know if their efforts were worth it.

Voba and Viga were monitoring increased chatter on the imperial lines. Seems that the Imps are preparing for major action against the rebels and partisans. Seems the timetable for any potential expedition to locate Whisper Base was moved up by 5 days. There is less time to prepare the base.

A base meeting was held. I listened in from the com link from the comfort of my bacta tub. Zal, Voba and Cael were thinking aloud plans to deal with the upcoming invasion. Seems the Imps hired groups of mercs to help out with the expedition too which is another headache for us.

After some brainstorming, it was decided that Voba will hack into the base and have its guns fire at the VSD while Zal comes in with the Box, exits the Box on a speeder and have the Box explode on the base, giving the impression an Imp Civil War has started. The plan sounds a bit too complex for my taste.

Speaking of tricky, I have an idea I need to share with the group. Since the Imps hired mercs, I think I have a way to persuade them to not follow the Imps orders. I’ll need to setup a meeting with some of the city gangs and make an arrangement. I am hoping to convince the mercs to join that expedition but to ambush the Imps once they arrive at Whisper Base and fight with us. The plan is dangerous, but it may be necessary in order to even the odds.

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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.

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