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

Meet Dizzy
Beringer Log - Log 3 Mission 2

Personal Fund: 2,706

+200 from sound investments

Partisan Funds: 3,400

Republic Funds for Mission: 1,500

After the brief battle with the patrols, Flower, Omnath, Mathus, Cael and I were on the bridge of the freighter. The bridge had its normal compliment of crew and officers.

I tried to convince the crew to surrender and lay down their arms because they were surrounded and had more forces onboard. One of the techs called my bluff while the freighter’s captain was defiant. The captain’s E.O. looked like he was willing to surrender but the captain shot him.

Blaster fire was exchanged. Cael was able to get a direct hit, however the freighter caption was able to use her E.O. as a shield, absorbing most of the blast.

Omnath charged the captain, stabbing the captain in the leg with a vibroknife. The captain dropped the body shield and was taking aim on Omnath. However Flower got a shot off directly into the captain’s arm, disabling her.

The crew on the bridge surrendered but we expected more to come from behind. Mathus hacked into the system trying to gas the ship with nitrogen to knock out most people on the ship. Instead, Mathus must have fat-fingered and engaged the fire suppression system. It brought down blast doors and made the corridors slippery, giving us time.

We proceeded by entering coordinates into the nav system to our rendezvous point. When the freighter detached from the station, two galleons on the station were prepping to detach to pursue our freighter.

Our freighter jumped into hyperspace. Meanwhile, Mathus finally was able to get nitrogen into the cabins knocking out most people not in the bridge.

Looking at the ship schematics, one pod is a prison. I’ve learned the prison mostly houses political dissidents and vagrants. The other pod is a luxury pod, while the last one houses weapons. I’ve decided to go to the prison pod to look for anyone connected to or sympathetic to the rebellion. I got the manifest, grabbed a personal breather so I am not inhaling nitrogen, and went on my way while others either stayed on the bridge or to other parts of the ship.

In the prison, I came across some droids who had restraining bolts. There was a protocol droid and I tried to talk to it. He seemed willing to help if I got the restraining bolt off. I tried to use a plasma torch to remove it but it was on too securely. I said to the droid I will be back and went to the next cell.

There was a cell of Gigerion Mercs. In a first aid kit, I grabbed some rebreather masks and revived them. I said they were free to help and that I was here to rescue. The Gigerions were willing to help. We gathered the guard’s weapons, locked them up in the cell and tried to look for other prisoners to free.

I came across this one cell that held a prison but it was different. There were autocannons pointed at an individual chained to a chair. This person was not on the manifest and I dared not go inside.

While returning back to the bridge, I heard an explosion. The freighter dropped out of hyperspace. We fell short of our coordinates. Listening to the com, I heard Omnath is stuck because he is a cork to a breach. Mathus and Flower went to help out in the weapons pod.

Once the breach was secured, the freighter was able to make a microjump to our rendezvous point with the Mon Cal Cruiser Guppy.

Cael and the crew noticed someone was trying to hack into the navigation system, either by bringing it down or to notify the Imps our location. We had little time and knew we were compromised.

While all this was going on, I found a tool to remove the bolt on the protocol droid. I went back to the cell and removed it. The droid was kind of glitchy and spoke a bit gibberish. He introduced himself as DA-A7. I gave him the nickname of Dizzy, which it did not appreciate.

I asked Dizzy about the freighter, which was too board a question so I narrowed it to what it knew about the prisoner in the single cell with the autocannons. Dizzy said the prisoner is someone who once worked at the Jedi Temple.

The freighter rendezvoused with the Guppy. We were met with Mon Cal commander Gravic. We had little time and started to lead the prisoner pod before the two galleons exited hyperspace. There was little time to recover other items from the freighter so we rushed to the Guppy.

Mathus pressed his luck downloading as much as he could from the freighter. Once the download was complete, he, Flower and Omnath ran to the closest escape pod. However, in the rush to eject from the freighter, the pod ejected but was out of control.

Moonbeam, in the other ship, detached from the freighter and tried to rescue the pod while the galleons closed in. Moonbeam was able to maneuver and get the pod. Meanwhile, the Guppy fires on the freighter to leave no traces behind and jumps to hyperspace.

Not my day, can't sugar coat it
Beringer Log - Log 2 Mission 2

Personal Fund: 2,506

+200 from sound investments

+40 from gambling

Partisan Funds: 3,400

Republic Funds for Mission: 1,500

-6,000 for permits

Today hasn’t been my greatest day. Everything that seems that could have gone wrong went wrong.

We took Omnath back to medical bay in the ship after his altercation with the workers. He was given a stimpack but he was still in bad shape.

While Omnath was receiving treatment, I’ve went back to the promenade to solicit more information on the upcoming station lockdown. I’ve befriended a cadet, Chevan, playing a game of Pazzak. While chatting I’ve said I am a casino prospector and Chevan said bringing a casino to the station would lift spirits.

Chevan said he needed to get his uniform cleaned up before the next station lockdown. I offered to help so Chevan gathered a pile of clothes to get washed. I offered to watch his laundry while scoping out the laundry mat as a possible location for a casino. Once Chevan left, I took two of his uniforms thinking it will be useful in the future.

The rest of the group tries to negotiate with Grabo and Rath to help get us onto the 3rd level of the station during lockdown. But it turns out it was the same group of people that Omnath was engaged with. We were not able to secure a deal. Needed a plan B.

Gabo suggested we meet with the station governor, Varlaprale. We took it under consideration; didn’t know if we can trust her since she is imperial.

After our meeting with Grabo, I went to the 3rd level of the station to scope it out. When I entered the turbo lift, two imp soldiers entered along with a woman in an Imperial officer uniform. While going up, she inquired about the casino I was seeking to establish. I said “Word travels fast.” She introduced herself as Varla, the governor. I was not prepared for the encounter and talked my way though it pretending I was serious setting up a casino.

Varla gave me her contact card and exited the turbolift.

Later, Cael and the rest of the group came up with a plan to move the ship to the 3rd level. Cael and I met with Varla asking to film her for an upcoming documentary. Varla was cautious to the request but agreed and allowed us to move our ship to the 3rd level right before the section is lockdown. She also requested we get a filming permit for 6000 credits.

We needed a keycard to help us get around during lockdown. Mathus and Omnath were able to acquire a keycard while I distracted a miner playing Pazzak, they made a copy of it and returned it back to the miner.

Once the station was in lockdown, Cael and I got dressed in uniforms and hid Mathus and Omnath into shipping containers to help get us onto a freighter at Dock 226. Once inside the freighter, we got to the first checkpoint and were asked to identify the goods. I said “Ore” but should have stopped there and said it’s “unstable” which was a mistake. I was further questioned as to why the containers were not properly labeled and wanted to open the container. I panicked stating that Varla requested I bring the container in.

The checkpoint guards called Varla. Once Varla arrived, Cael and I knew we were in deep touble. Cael and I didn’t have good explanation why we were there. I felt for certain we were going to be thrown out the airlock. Instead Cael and I were sent to the brig.

I have no idea what happened to Mathus and Omnath left in the containers.

Varla questioned Cael and I but honestly, I was not at my A-game. I thought I was done for, but what I should have done was turn up my charms. But I didn’t think I can BS that much.

Varla ended up giving Cael and I a harsh warning and kicked us off the station. We were set free and had to leave immediately.

Back on the ship, I find out Mathus and Omnath were able to penetrate inside the ship. Cael had a plan to join them by docking with the freighter and boarding with Flower and Moonbeam. Alarms were triggered on the ship. I’ve heard over the comm Mathus and Omnath engaged with an imperial patrol and while Cael, Flower, Moonbeam and I engaged a patrol of 3 soldiers and a driod.

Cael and the girls made good work of the imps while I took a shot from the droid. I never been hit before and It’s a great feeling. Both imperial patrols were neutralized but the alarms were still going off on the ship. I’m sure more imperials are on their way.

I hate this sneaking Around Deceptive Stuff
Episode 7-12-2017

1.071 ABY – 0530 Hour – Martle Station – Cael Log
Omnath is leaving a blood trail as we drag him back to our ship. When we get there, we put him in the medical bay. I hook up the bacta pump that is attached to a sleeve that I place around his non cybernetic arm. Berrenger puts an oxygen hose to his nose and I place a bacta bandage on his bleeding head. Omnath opens 1 eye. (Cael) “Sleep, you need time to heal. We have to go find Grabbo. He can probably do more for you.” I give him a pain killer. Berrenger is going to see if he can find information and / or the procedures for when there is a lock down on level 3. I try to come up with a viable plan without having to improvise again. As I am going over what we know. Berrenger returns with some information and 2 Imperial uniforms tucked under his arm. (Cael) “Good job. This should help a lot in getting onto the freighter.” My comm buzzes, it is Grabbo. We need to meet him at Passk’s shop. He gives us the directions and we head up there.

0930 Hour – We get to Passk’s shop. There is a little of everything in here. Grabbo is in the back with Passk having tea. We sit down and discuss plans in getting on to the 3rd level during lock down. Passk has a friend that works on that level. He is an albino Zabrak. He is called Big Black. At the mention of a Zabrak, I am hoping it is not the 1 that got into the fight with Omnath in the red sector. (Passk) “Yes, plan veery gooood. Black put men cargo container. Push container freighteer. Yooou hiddeen inside. It veery goood plan.” At this point an albino Zabrak walks into the shop with several bacta patches on him and wearing a red jumpsuit. There is an Aqualish and a human entering behind Black. The Aqualish has a bacta bag on a rolling pole. It is set to drip into his arm. My heart sinks. Black and I lock eyes and I stand up. (Black) “You, your thing attacked me. Passk, this is not the guy you are dealing with?” (Passk) “Is probleem heere?” (Cael) “We have met.” (Black) “Met? That assassin of yours tried to kill me!” (Cael) “You owe me. Otherwise you would be sitting in the brig right now. Besides, you were trying to kill my slicer.” (Black) “Its my job to chase out others in my red section. Passk, the deal is off. Lets go boys. We are out of here.” Passk is confused. He tries to stop Black and the others from leaving, but soon returns to the table. (Passk) “Nooo gooood. Wee neeed go alternate plan. I show governor tooo yoou.” Passk looks at each of us. To Berrenger. (Passk) “yooou tooo old fer her.” next he looks at Grabbo and just shakes his head. Then Mathus. (Passt) “Yoou tooo dirty. She like young men.” Next he looks at me. (Passk) “Yoou, yoou just right age. We clean yoou up. You lovey douvey Varla” Passk pulls on my cheeks like he is primping a doll. (Mathus) “Cael here is an ex Blitzball star athlete.” Passk looks back at me and smiles more. (Cael) “Now wait a minuet. My name has been associated with the Alliance for a while. Everywhere I go I am incognito and use another name. 1 mention of the name Cael Hanarist and we are going to be sitting in the brig waiting for Imperial intelligence to pick us up. Faster then you can say – What happened.” Passk is combing my hair and putting gold chains around my neck. I get the sneaky suspicion that Passk is pimping me out to the governor. Information we do find out from Passk, is that the M226 freighter is the last in line on this convoy. There are 2 Star galleon escort ships for the convoy. That will also be docked the entire time the freighters will be here. Passk sets up the meeting with Governor Varla Prule. I still think this is a bad idea to get the governor involved in this but Berrenger and I go meet her.

1400 Hour – We bring my R2 – Roots and some camera equipment with us as part of the cover. We are stopped at a checkpoint just outside the administration offices and cant take the camera equipment into this area. I tell Roots to wait for us with the equipment. He beeps at me – Affirmative. This area of the station is in immaculate condition. White plasteel walls, the air is cool and does not smell of garbage or fuel. Berrenger and I are shown into the governors office by 1 of her attaches . Governor Varla Prule is a middle aged human. She speaks with a heavy Courasant accent. She is dressed in a white military uniform. She is cordial to both of us. Berrenger, who is using the under cover name Nick Papageorgio. Pitches the casino prospecting story. I do notice that Varla is looking at me as Berrenger is talking. Her answers to him are short and to the point. I am using the alias Tony Saprano. I in turn pitch the holovid story about Varla. Getting some holovid time of her and show some decision making. A very in depth story of her on bearing the burden of running this station. She seems interested with this, or is it me she is intent with? Still looking at me. She says to Berrenger. (Varla) “Send me the request for the casino and I will have my staff rubber stamp it. And don’t forget the 5000 credit fee for the permit.” She is still looking at me. (Varla) “How about you and I meet for dinner to discuss how this holovid can proceed. And possibly discuss a few other things.” (Cael) “Well, my ship is stuck down on the 5th level in a cramped corner of the bay down there. It will be very difficult and time consuming to move cameras and equipment around.” She quickly sends approval to move the Oasis to an open bay on the 3rd level. Not that far from where the freighters will be docked. She then gives me the name of 1 of the restaurants on the 3rd level. We decide to meet at 1800 hours. She holds out her hand to me with the palm down. Unsure what protocol to use. I take her hand and nod to her. She seems content with the exchange. Her hand is warm and light to the touch. She does not give her hand to Berrenger. (Varla) “Then I will see you at 1800 hours.” It is more a statement then a question. (Cael) “I will be there.” As we leave, we stop to retrieve Roots and the camera equipment. Berrenger on the way back to the ship. He messages the governors office and forwards the 5000 credits. In under 5 minuets he gets the approval for the casino back.

1530 Hour – Back on the Oasis. Marcus tells us that he needs a card key and that he has the codes and the means to copy it. Berrenger is putting together his gambling equipment. Moonbeam gets clearance and she moves the ship to our new larger docking port on the 3rd level. I find my best looking clothes and get ready to go meet the Governor for dinner. For a middle aged woman that is 20 years my senior. She looks pretty good.

1745 hour – Berrenger has scoped out a good spot in a lounge to put the casino. I head to my dinner meeting, or should I say date with Varla. I am sitting at the bar drinking a sparkling water when Varla enters the restaurant. She sees me and dismisses her 2 guards. As I walk over to her the matradee walks up to Varla and bows and tries to usher her to a special table. Varla holds her hand out to me as I get to her. I take her hand and the Matradee gives me a slight sneer. He escorts us to a table for 2 by a clear pllasteel window over looking Ramduba 2. We start with a little wine and Varla loosens up a bit. She expresses that the older gentleman that was with me before, should have just jumped to the point and offered the bribe. We order dinner and more wine. I make sure that every time she is not looking directly at me. I loose some of the wine. So it make it look like I am drinking more then I am. After and hour She opens the buttons on her uniform jacket to reveal ample cleavage. We discuss the holovid and what shots we can set up. I steer the conversation around to the lock down and what problems that will cause. She assures me that the dock will be busy but we will have plenty of places to shoot that will not interfere with loading operations. By 2030 hours. I have only had a little over 2 glasses of wine. Varla on the other hand has had 6 glasses of wine. (Varla) “Tony, walk me to my quarters.” I get up from the table and walk to her side to pull out her chair for her. As she stands she pivots and grabs my left arm. She leans her head on my left shoulder as we walk down the corridor to her quarters. As we get to her door. The 2 guards there snap to attention. We enter her lush apartment. (Varla) “Tony, make us some nightcaps while I get comfortable.” As she walks to the bed chamber she slides her jacket down her arms and it falls to the floor. As I am making the drinks. I mention to myself that Varla is probably the oldest woman I have ever thought to be with. I make her drink a little strong and mine very weak. As I finish the drinks. I look up and Varla is leaning against the door frame of the bed chamber. She is wearing a shear white lace night gown. I take a large gulp of my drink. She walks over to me at the bar. In my daze of staring at her. I hand her the drink. She takes a sip and pulls me from behind the bar and leads me to her bed chamber.

1.072 ABY – 0300 Hour – Varla is still sleeping. I slip out of the bed to find my clothes. They are at several places around the room. I get dressed, but I am missing 1 sock and cant find it. I think the best thing to do is leave it and get out now. As I exit the apartment door. The 2 guards are just smirking as I pass. I make it back to The Oasis. Roots greets me at the ramp and informs me of the exact time is 0310 hour. Mathus does not even notice me enter the ship. He is working intently on the ships computer. I walk into my room and collapse on the bunk.

0800 Hour – I wake to commotion in the main area of the ship. Berrenger and the girls are getting equipment for the casino ready. They soon take the equipment to a lounge on the 3rd level. Berrenger sets up a gambling table. The girls are preparing drinks from the auto galley. At 1st, business is slow. Mathus hacks into the station communications and video feed system to advertise about the casino. This helps a little and as the day progresses and the house credits begin to grow. More and more people do show up. A card key is picked from 1 of the more clueless workers. Mathus only needs a few minuets to duplicate the key and reprogram the copy for other areas. They return the original key back to the worker. They do this by dropping it on the floor behind him and then tapping him on the shoulder and pointing to the key on the floor. We hear and see the massive freighters docking at the station.

1000 Hour – Roots and I are filling holovid time of the governor. We set up several shots of her giving orders. Walking the length of the dock. Her rearranging the schedule. In between we get some close ups of her giving some orders and looking regal. We get shots showing a lot of what is going on in the background. How the ships dock. What it takes to load. We can cross reference the dock number to the ship number and what gets loaded on it later.

1500 Hour – Freighter M223 docks in the last dock to the port side of our ship. We know it will disembark at 2100 hours. 6 hours from now. (Cael) “Varla, I need to compile the holovid time I have here and we can continue shooting later. Besides, I assume you have much work to do.” (Varla) “Yes, we are at a very busy point. We can continue later. Maybe in my quarters. I can give you a private interview.” (Cael) “That would be great. I will contact you in a while.” Roots and I pack up our equipment and head back to the ship. Once there, Mathus informs me that he has duplicated the card key we need to get on the freighter. I contact Moonbeam and relay that we are limited in time to get to the freighter. She in turn informs Berrenger and he slowly closes down the casino for the day. They return to the ship in less then half an hour. Berrenger and I will dress in the stolen uniforms. Mathus and Omnath will hide in a cargo container. We will use the card key to gain access to the M223 freighter. We will work our way forward and attempt to take the bridge. We easily find a skid loader and a cargo pod to hide Mathus and Omnath in. We easily get through the dock area and are soon on the ship. There is a long corridor running the length of the ship. (Berrenger) “This cargo skiff drives like a drunken nerf. I cant keep it from swaying.” At 1 point we actually hit the side wall of the tunnel so as not to crash into another loaded skiff. After some workers yell at us. We continue forward. When we get to the 1st of 3 vertical cargo lobbies. We are asked what is in the pod. Berrenger blurts out ore. I look at him with a shocked look. He has forgotten that this ship mostly is taking on food stuff. We are then asked for our manifest. At this point I am sure we have truly screwed this mission up. There are way too many guards and crew to take out if we decide to fight our way out. As they try to open the pod. Berrenger again blurts out that it is hazardous. The guard looks dubious at Berrenger. (Guard) “Hazardous? Where are the hazard markers on this pod? Why aren’t you 2 in environmental suits? Ok, open the pod. Sargent, place these 2 under arrest and get them out of here. All I can see now in my mind, is the image of me getting thrown down a long dark shaft in the Kessel mines.

We are taken back aft to the loading dock. I can see over my shoulder. They attempt to open the pod. The officer makes a sour face and they quickly close the pod. They send the pod up the vertical conveyer. Well, at least those 2 guys have not been discovered. Hopefully they can reach the bridge. It takes a while to get back to the loading dock. When we finally exit the ship onto the dock. They take us to a detention waiting room. We are there for only a short while but it seems like days.

1800 Hour – Varla comes in and is sprouting an extremely angry face. Now I get the image in my mind of her pushing me out an air lock. While she is just starting at me with that cold sultry smile and red luscious lips on her face. Her security chief, Tera Wen follows Varla into the room. Varla is screaming at me. Tera is screaming at both of us. My excuses are lame. I press the point that with all this secrecy going on. I just wanted to get holovid time of it. Varla’s rant at me shows that she is angry, but when she says she is throwing us off the station. My heart jumps a beat. (Varla) “Take them to their ship and make sure they are out of here before I change my mind.” This woman cant bring herself to kill me after last night, still fresh in her mind. The guards escort Berrenger and I to our ship. They are not too gentile with us. When we enter the ship. Flower is looking at me confused. When the ramp closes and locks. I turn to everyone. (Cael) “Plan B, or maybe its plan C by this point. Flower, suit up. Moonbeam, get the engines started. We are going to find a docking port near the bridge of that behemoth and force our way on board. I am tired of this sneaking around stuff.” (Flower) “Where are Mathus and Omnath?” (Cael) “Hopefully making their way to the bridge of the freighter. Berrenger and I got caught. Hopefully they didn’t.” I get out of the officers uniform and put on regular clothes and a nerf leather jacket. I take Betty out of her case and load in a fresh power pack. I holster my heavy blaster pistol and slip my knife in a sheath at the back of my belt. I pocket several power packs and the 4 frag grenades I have left. I clip my comm to the inside collar and last. I take a handful of stim packs. I head up to the bridge. Moonbeam is balancing the engines, and they are almost ready for take off. I turn to Roots. (Cael) “Roots, start calculating our hyperjump trajectory. Just enough to get us out of their range. We can recalculate and jump to the rendevous point after that.” Roots beeps “Affirmative.” Moonbeam backs the Oasis out of the dock. She drops down under the freighter next to us. She swings us around to the starboard side of the freighter M223. Flower walks up to me in her white imperial laminate armor. Her blaster rifle is in her right hand and her helmet is in he left hand. (Flower) “How are we going to get on that ship. The ports are locked and coded?” (Cael) “I got a plan, that I hope will work.” Grabbo points to an access port on the side of the freighter. Moonbeam slides us in slowly. I go to the port docking ring to lock it down when we connect. She hits the thrusters and the ship moves right into the docking ring. I hit the magnetic lever and we are attached to the freighter. I open the hatch and the freighter hatch is 1 meter past. The code I use is 1 that I found in some of Sariv’s old notes. (Cael) “Please work.” I punch in the code. The light turns green and the hatch opens. I begin to breath again. There is a short corridor beyond. We can hear warning sirens going off. As we get to the end of the corridor. There are 4 Imperials and a security droid. I flick the switch on Betty to full auto and spray the hallway with fire. 1 Imperial goes down faster then you can say, got cha. Flower also shoots her blaster rifle from my left. She also takes down another Imperial. The guards have scattered. They are returning fire at us. Berrenger has only a hold out blaster, but he gets a good shot on 1 of the guards that was already injured. I take a blaster shot to the left arm. Then we see Omnath at the end of the hallway. He stabs 1 of the guards in the neck. The guard falls to the deck gurgling blood. My last shot takes out the security droid. It falls to the floor in a heap. We rush to the end of the hallway. Mathus has forced the hatch to the bridge open slightly and is crawling under to get in there. (Omnath) “Nice of you to join the party. What took you so long?” (Cael) “Well, trying to persuade the governor to not throw the both of us out an air lock took some time.” Mathus, from the other side. Gets the door to the bridge open. We rush in, point our guns at the crew and take over. I turn slightly to Berrenger. (Cael) “See, I knew this plan would work better then trying to sneak in.”

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!

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?

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.

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”

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.”

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.

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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