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The Thing Under the Sand

Datalog Entry: Bymm.per.log.EXE/3422-34

Encrypted: BRA0-0MEX; 87:40

Six or so hours of stifling heat and howling winds go by before the storm dies down and we can extract ourselves from The Runaway. Well, we could extract ourselves if we weren’t buried under several tons of sand at the bottom of a sand dune as the twin suns begin to hit their zenith. And this day started out so promising, too.

Using the repulsors and shields in tandem, we managed to carefully dig ourselves out. However, we’re effectively grounded as the fine sand has clogged the engine intake filters. We could fly about three minuets before the engine overheats and seizes up – and then where would we be? Clearing the intakes will take at least five hours of work, plus we still need to fix the hatch. That’s not counting all the damage from the hard landing and the fighters inflicted. Plus all these spare parts we need? Not very accessible in the dune sea.

In short, she’s been in worse shape, but it will still take some work to get The Runaway ship-shape again.

While we’re working on getting the ship functional again, a sandcrawler passes by in the distance and veers our way, jawas out looking for scrap uncovered by the storm. Not before long, the sandcrawler rolls to a stop and close to fifty jawas pour out, setting to work helping, digging the Runaway out of the sand, removing damaged bits or scooping up bits of wrecked Z-95.

Not that we don’t appreciate the help, I better put a stop to it before they get it into their heads that – oh, wait, too late. Clan Leader Keelik asserts that he has salvaged this ship, and would we like to purchase it from him? While I have to admire the bravado, stealing a ship while we were on it, Mahitha straightens out Keelik in pretty short order.

And that’s when a blaster bolt sizzles past.

My readings of the Encyclopedia Galactica allowed me to indentify these new individuals shooting at us as sandpeople, indigenous natives who apparently don’t like outsiders like us.

Surrounding us from three sides, the sandpeople have our backs up against the dune that is the runaway. The jawas retreat quickly into their crawler, Shadya and Mahitha scramble for cover along the underside of the ship while Del reaches the top hatch. Me? wide open and exposed, I join the jawas inside their sandcrawler – the closest cover to where I was when the sandpeople attacked. A solid plan until the jawas decide to get out of there, sandcrawler and all, me along with them!

It was a near thing, the battle – again, Shadya seemed to get the worst of it – but we were victorious. The jawas came back (for the salvage from the sandpeople) and we found one lone survivor amongst the debris. He’s badly wounded, but still barely hanging on and trying to crawl away to safety when we find him. He tries to attack us, but seeing that he can barely hold a gaffi stick let alone swing it, the threat was pretty hollow.

While Del treats his wounds the best she can, we get the Sandpeople’s story from him the best we can via Keelik’s translator droid. “I’m not very good at the indigenous language, but apparently they’re out of water, there’s a ship blocking his cave, his people are trapped and the Sandpeople can’t get close because of large sand.”. .

Large sand?

Heading back to Mos Eisley is right out of the question, what with the thugs and bounty hunters and all. We obviously cant leave with my ship in this state, and there’s not a lot of other options on Tatooine. However, we’ve pieced together what the hell is going on – mostly by threatening to feed Huurlek to the sandpeople.

The Musk was intended for Jarvek Soto, a minor crime boss who seeks to position himself better in the community by engaging in a gang with Jabba the Hutt. That musk is the latest weapon in that war – or at least it would have been until Huurlek felt that the deal was too hot to handle and double crossed Soto in an effort to get out from the middle of a gangland shootout. Soto was intending to use the Musk against Jabba, offering it as a gift and then releasing a large and ferocious Sowhime Death Worm who would be driven mad by the musk and attack Jabba’s palace and assassinate the hutt.

I’m an expert at political intrigue and assassination and I completely concur. It was indeed a pretty lousy plan.

Well, if Soto was keen to use it against Jabba, perhaps we could offer it to the Hutt and make a couple of credits out of it – at least enough to repair the ship and get out of here before more bounty killers show up. While I dislike the idea of getting voluntarily involved with someone who will blatantly exploit us, I don’t see many other alternatives. So we hire the jawas to tow the ship with their sandcrawler within a few miles of Jabba’s palace.

Selling the Musk was surprisingly easy. We never actually dealt with the Hutt himself – no, we’re far too small time for his notice – but with a lieutenant of his, a pale t’wlek of some sorts. We didn’t get close to market value for the merchandise, but since we were barging from a weak position, I’ll take what I can get. Besides it was enough to get the ship parts we needed and just a little profit.

Once we got some proper parts, the actual repairs took no time at all. Once we were done, Del insisted on tracking back the vector towards the crashed ship and “big sand”. Some people, when they latch onto a mystery. . . .

Tracking the sandcrawler is easy enough, they’re not very subtle vehicles. We catch up to the jawas just as they reach a rock mesa formation known as Golden Canyon, just on the edge of a dune sea. Gathering up some basic supplies, we start to hike. About two miles up, the jawas start getting excited – around the next corner, we come to new rock fall and a large furrow along one canyon wall with bits of metal and hull scattered everywhere.

The largest section of what was once a mid sized freighter is up against one wall, hull cracked in two and twisted into place. There are lines of rope attached to various points on the ship, with the other end disappearing into the ground – more into a sinkhole than into a man-made pit. There are scraps of meat everywhere – probably bantha, possibly sandperson – obviously what happened here occurred very recently.

While Del explores the wreck, the jawas swarm all over the crash site, gathering up bits of scrap. Well, at least all the way up to the point where there’s a low rumbling sound, a great whoosh of air, an explosion of sand and – suddenly, no jawa – sending everyone else scrambling for the rocks. Apparently the delivery of the Sowhime Death Worm also went slightly wrong, too.

And then Jarvek Soto, tired of waiting for his cargo to arrive, decided to find out where the hell his very expensive Death Worm went to. He and a handful of minions arrive by sand skiff just in time for Mahitha to shoot out the skiff’s repulsors and drop them onto the sand with the Worm. Then Shadya gets the idea of spraying a grenade with the Musk and throwing it out to the Worm. Worm eats Soto, Worm grenade, everyone explodes – problems solved!

The Death Worm and Soto out of the picture, we can get the wreck of the ship away from the cavern opening. Of course the sandpeople inside show their gratitude by shooting at us. And with that, we are officially done with Tatooine for the moment. . . .


Just A Simple Misunderstanding

Datalog Entry: Bymm.per.log.EXE/3422-34

Encrypted: BRA0-0MEX; 33:01

Two days of luxury and opulence deposits us in orbit above Tatooine. Just as a gesture of good will towards us, Mrs Jakkar has made some arrangements on our behalf with a contact on the planet, that they have some work for us – completely off the clock, mind you. She says to meet her contact at Terrant’s Cantina in South Mos Eisley by second sundown tomorrow.

All in all, it’s not a bad wait days – yes the heat is oppressive, but the food isn’t bad and the cover band is pretty good. Occasionally we get creeps trying to strike up conversations, but Mahitha is good at deflecting their desires. However as the day rolls on, and the second day rolls on, it seems that we’ve either missed the contact or have been stood up.

Just as we were about to give up and move on, an older, balding slightly harried looking human slides into the booth next to Shadya and identifies himself as Sar Huurlek. “Sorry I’m late – I ran into some trouble along the way.” he began, “Only to be expected in our line of work, I guess. Anyway, don’t worry. The matter is all in hand and everything is all taken care of. You’re the ones in docking bay eight, right?”

It appears that our contact did indeed arrive.

Of course it becomes quickly apparent that this was NOT the contact. Every time we ask for details or about the offer, he assumes we’re being coy. When he mentions The Package, we try explain we’re in the dark – until finally it comes down to simply being blunt with him. And that’s when Huurlek figures out the problem, he has the wrong people. “But I’ve already sent the container to your ship! I’ve got to stop it or I’m a dead man!” he shouts – and every head in the cantina turns towards us.

Mahitha grabbing his arm, we hassle back to the hanger – just in time to run headlong into a gang of tough men coming up from the bay. We get into a desperate firefight on the stairwell, seconds before there’s an explosion downstairs. Rushing down, we find the hatch to the Runaway blown clean off – again. Making matters worse, they didn’t need to – The Package was just off to one side, sitting on some crates. Yes, if the henchmen had a lick of intelligence about them, they would have noticed their desired object out in the open and they wouldn’t have had to damage my ship!

Shadya and Mahitha get into a fight as more goons come down the back stairs while Delany grabs the package and I scramble up into the ship to start the warm up procedure. As a third set of reinforcements come down the stairs, it becomes clear that we need to leave. Now.

Me and Shadya quickly switch places. While I’m getting much better at flying, if we need quick reactions, I’m better serving in the support capacity. Good call too, since moments after liftoff, we’re beset by several Z-95 Headhunters. They close quickly and start to overwhelm us in short order (although less so, when I remember to turn the shields on) until Shadya runs us headlong into an oncoming sandstorm. She comes to an abrupt stop, drops to the deck and shuts everything down, letting the fighters (who were probably more concerned at staying aloft than hunting us at that point) sail past.

With the sandstorm raging above, we decide to lay low and wait until the coast was clear. In the meantime, Del carefully examines the package in an effort to find out why everyone is so determined to get the item. Opening the crate, it appears to be some kind of cylinder of, with a screw top of some sorts. Fortunately being that she handles sensitive an volatile chemicals all the time, Del has an isolation system that she can rig up, allowing her to open the container and find out what is inside.

Musk. Some kind of musk, or so her chemical analysis says – Krivvit musk, worth about 10,000 credits to the right people. I seem to recall Krivvit musk being used in certain core world circles as a perfume to certain species that favored strange and unusual scents beyond the range of human senses. That doesn’t answer why is it here and why are so many people trying to kill us for it?


Mos Eisley is a Lovely and Charming Town

Datalog Entry: Bymm.per.log/62271-21

Encrypted: GAMMA4; TRANS12/12; RECV

After a long drive through the night, swapping out drivers as fatigue overcame them, we approached Mos Eisley just as second dawn was breaking. We reached the city limits as the heat started climbing to unbearable levels, the overworked air conditioning in the little truck cabin straining to the breaking point. Of course coming into town, we run headlong into a roadblock of Stormtroopers, searching each vehicle as they came into town.

More Stormtroopers? On Tatooine? And of course us with a truck load of illicit and unlicensed weapons.

Fortunately the Imperials were more interested in locating errant droids than uncovering our accidental gun running. They quickly examined our cargo, ran our identification through their database, fined us a hundred credits for not having the proper permits for the cargo and sent us on our way. While I don’t have much – well really, any experience – with getting past imperial roadblocks, that had the air of them searching for something far more important that us. Either that or people on Tatooine are far more corrupt that I imagined.

It didn’t take us long to figure out what they were looking for. We set about arranging transport back to Geonosis, eventually settling into a local watering hole, a hangout for pilots and tramp freighter captains of all stripes. Finding a likely prospect, a female rodian, I open the negotiations – only to be interrupted by a Jedi of all things. There’s some kind of incident on the other side of the bar, a sudden flash of light in the darkened cantina and suddenly some poor patron is cut in half with that laser sword of his.

If I thought I could slip away without him altering my mind or chopping off my legs, I’d have reported him to one of those Stormtroopers we saw milling about outside. However the good side about having that baby-snatching monk causing trouble in the bar? It helped significantly in persuading our potential pilot that she wanted to get off the planet quickly. She lowered her price and we quietly exited out the back.

At her hanger bay, we lifted off without incident. On the other hand, the Empire was dead serious about catching the Jedi! As we broke atmosphere, we were beset by three Star Destroyers already in orbit. Our pilot threatened to raise her rates again – and we almost didn’t get away – but escape we did. Hyperspace never looked so beautiful.

An hour later, we’re arriving back at Geonosis. We had just enough time to rendezvous with Marru Jakkar again before her transport left for the core. Speaking frankly, she works for an organization that is always on the lookout for new and upcoming talent, would like to offer us future work – give us a break into the business, as it were.

Meanwhile, I catch Duke Piddok ear for a moment. Pleased with our dealing with the Teemo matter, he offered us opportunities to move some guns for him some date in the future.

No bounty on our heads and business opportunities await us at every turn. It looks like I might be successful at this after all!


The Final Fate of Teemo the Hutt

Datalog Entry: Bymm.per.log/23251-12

Encrypted: LEVEL3; TRANS77/101; RECV

Well, we’ve successfully managed to get out from under the thumb of Teemo the Hutt, and we’ve come away with a tidy sun, too. Actually it was Mahitha that landed the killing blow -well, kind of. But I’m getting ahead of myself. . . .

The first step in our plan to get out of our predicament with Teemo was to gather allies – or at least poison the well against Teemo. And so it was off to Geonosis to a a gathering with Duke Piddok. I say gathering loosely because it was really simply a cover for selling weapons to assorted clinets. Of course, mind you given that we need to start building a network of contacts – assuming that we can clear up this mess with Teemo – perhaps I can spin this into an advantage for us.

Mingling with the guests, we spread out. There’s a couple of teenagers who looked way too out of place at a elegant gathering such as this, a coldly distant lady named Marru Jakkar who warmed up to my winning personality and proposed that we do business at a future date, and a handful of assorted aliens I couldn’t identify. And then there’s Piddok.

Convincing Piddok of the trouble with Teemo was reasonably easy – Del had managed to acquire some pretty damming evidence against The Hutt. The communications, the mysterious chitinous shells, the fact that the Hutt has a kubaz spy on staff, all pointing to Teemo being a bad business partner. Incensed, Piddock permits us to stow away on his shipment to Tatooine. While he cant pull the guards off the transport or his shipyards without arousing undue suspicions, he’ll do his best to get the guards looking the other way. We’ll have to make do with sneaking past.

Meanwhile in the party, Shadya caught a Gand Findsman glancing in our direction and Mahitha spotted him following discreetly as we left – but before we could act on the information that he was indeed following us, Mahitha nosily fell down a flight of stairs. The Findsman, realizing that he had been made, slipped away into the crowd. Regardless of the embarrassment, we’d better accelerate our departure.

The transport was docked at a loading gantry, some 50 feet off the tarmac, droids and geonosians scurrying about preparing for departure. Since we’d prefer to avoid violence if we can, we climbed the support structure, attempting to gain access to the ship from underneath. The plan was solid enough, until Shadya lost her grip and bounced her way down the gantry. Fortunately all she received was a nasty bruise and some pulled muscles but she was fit enough to pop the lock on the freighter and get us inside.

With a couple of hours to kill, I begin educating Del with fencing lessons – or in this case, a piece of rebar we found lying around in the cargo hold. She’s eager to learn some self defense, and I would shame Master Phan if I didn’t pass on what I’ve learned. One of the mandates of the Eight Rivers school is being a teacher – and while I’m no master of melee like Mahitha is, I’m not bad.

A short time later, we’re back on Tatooine – a hot, oppressively dry and arid place as ever I’ve seen. I can’t say that I’m really fond of the planet, but the necessity to clear this mess up drives me forward! Unfortunately the dockworkers we attacked for their work coveralls also probably wish that we were not on the planet either. But this deception is the easiest way into Teemo’s lair – bringing him the weapons he requested from Piddok.

Speaking of Teemo’s lair, it was very poorly designed palace. No matter how gaudy and pretentious you wish your decor to be, why would you put a heavy crystal chandelier directly above your throne unless you were asking people to assassinate you?

The hastily conceived plan was to deliver Piddok’s message (Basically, “Go to hell!”) and Shadya to shoot the chandelier. We were on track to execute the plan until Shadya took one step too many backwards and fell into the gladiator pit in the center of the room. Today, it seems, gravity is not on her side.

Of course gravity was not on Mahitha’s side either. When she leapt to the chandelier and cut it free, she grabbed the cable below the cut – crashing headlong waist deep in crushed Hutt guts. Me and Delany managed to pick off the last couple of Teemo’s minions – at least the ones that didn’t flee (employee loyalty is apparently at an all time low in Teemo’s organization. I must remember to do team building exercises with the others to prevent this from happening to me). While I went to help Shadya, Del went to search Teemo’s extremely messy corpse.

Are we so bad off that we’re reduced to stealing from the dead? Really?

Now stealing back the weapons that we just delivered? I’m okay with that. Pity that two of Teemo’s henchmen also had the same idea as us and/or were intent on stealing our transport. A brief gunfight later and we managed to stop their getaway – and I have to be very careful about becoming accustomed to shooting at people.

One last thing before we depart, Delany was able to access Teemo’s computer and systems enough to cancel the bounty on our heads. Unfortunately in the process of doing so, she inadvertently accessed the communication systems, returning a previously placed call – Teemo’s uncle, Jabba. Del doesn’t think the person on the other end got a good look at her, but of course with the way our luck has been running. . . .

Oh, speaking of – Piddok’s transport, the one we arrived on Tatooine in, was long since departed. Whether it was something to do with the incident at Teemo’s palace or simple timing, we now have no way back to Genonosis. We’ll have to take a long drive overland to the nearby city of Mos Eisley to try and arrange transport off planet. Well, they say that travel does broaden the mind. . . .