Bay City, MI BCFF Star Wars RPG: A Wrinkle In The Force

okay, now this is the post you've all been waiting for!
(and if anybody still wants to jump in, be my guest)

~the space duck is caught in a rather common space-pirate hyperspace-trap. being a chartered republic vessel, it's intentions were basically that of transporting one bothan senator; muckle fry-d'or. the senator has been subject to several threats recently and has incurred the wrath of several of his contemporaries in the senate. not only is muckle a senator but he is also an entrepreneur, and being as such, he has invested in a great deal of the republic's research on ny-shee viii. oddly enough, this planet holds something rather startling for all that have become involved.

muckle's original destination, as mentioned above, was muunilist where he was to meet with several fellow "investors" to discuss research and various financial options at the facilities he'd established on ny-shee. despite the immense profits that he'd made with his facilities there, it was a planet that he hoped he'd never have to visit. yet, somehow, there was a pirate trap waiting for the space duck. somehow a ship full of bim knew that the duck would be cruizing through ny-shee space and they struck, and thus the mystery unfolds:



Having anticipated the attack and condition of the ship through being wired into the ship's computer, the droid Kyye Lott had time to brace itself in some of the structural supports of the ship. Being a stowaway and not electing to use the escape pod, the droid was in the bulk of the ship when it struck the planet's surface.

Being assigned to protect the senator by order of the Republic, the barabel jedi Rakilik S'ath ushered Muckle into an escape pod while manning one of his own. The two were both safely ushered to the planet's surface but the pods happened to land about 12 kilometers apart from each other.

Not knowing what was happening, the twi'lek stowaway who had found herself in a giant egg container remained in said container at the moment of the Space Duck's impact. Narrowly surviving the crash the female twi'lek Shazee Rye is knocked unconscious with the ships crashing and awakens to find herself covered in hot eggs in the middle of a burning cargo bay.

In addition to these characters and others that have recently found themselves marooned on Ny-shee VII, the Space Duck had a small detail of fighters that were to escort her throughout dangerous space. Oddly enough, the space pirate's trap didn't snag the fighters, only the Space Duck. Four of the fighters were bothans who were there to protect the senator Muckle, the other was a jedi assigned to work with Rakilik, his name was Axle Starweilder. Through the force Master Axle was able to detect when he and Rakilik were sepperated by the trap, but considering the nature of hyper-space travel, it took a few moments before he stopped. The jedi was sepperated from the detail of fighters and had to use the force to roughly estimate where the ship was shot down, but Rakilik knew he'd be along shortly.


Players:
now is the time to start deciding your actions. a couple of you are trapped on a burning space-ship and some of you are in the planet's jungle either way, you're all stuck.

your move(s)

 

Kel Olorin

Human Male

Roughly 1.7m tall, with wavy shoulder-length dark brown hair. A slight bald spot forming on top of his head. Dark green eyes, and a seldom-trimmed beard.

Former Jedi Knight, now a common Scoundrel.

Kel left the Order to find a life for himself. While it's been very difficult for him, he's found his way to owning a small Corellian transport and making a decent living hauling freight and passangers from one end of the galaxy to the other.

The Order made Kel turn his lightsaber in when he left, but he has secretly constructed a new one for himself. He keeps it hidden, and never uses it, unless there is a truly dire need. More often, he relies on his trustly BlasTech pistol and his wits. While the Force is still Kel's ally, he only uses it when it is absolutely necessary. He seems intent on keeping his Jedi past a secret.

nyar.

 

okay, wait a minute, are you saying that you were the captain of the Space Duck or are you getting involved in the scenario in some other fashion?

 

Uh . . . yeah, I can try being the captain. Could get interestng.

nyar.

On with the story!

Kel released his restraining straps and hurried back to check on his passengers. He was hoping that the Senator was unharmed, mostly so he wouldn't be cheated out of his fee.

Then he noticed the escape pod display. A rather small panel next to the cockpit door, it showed the status of all four of the Space Duck's escape pods. Two had been ejected prior to impact. Each had been carrying just one person.

"Kriff," Kel muttered to himself. "The Jedi probably thought it was a good idea to separate." He stomped through the common area toward the cargo bay, where his personal swoop was hopefully still in one piece.

The cargo bay door only slid open halfway, and smoke billowed out. The heat slapped Kel in the face like a Gundark on spice. He slipped sideways, and began hitting the controls for the emergency fire control. Within seconds, the entire cargo bay - and everything in it - was covered with a flame-inhibiting foam.

Drawing deep within himself, Kel called on the Force to open the door. To his surprise, he was not alone. On the floor, barely conscious, covered in foam and eggs, was a rather attractive Twi'lek female.

What is it about Twi'lek girls that makes most males forget everything else in the galaxy? Kel wondered to himself. The answer to that question would have to wait, because there was something a bit more pressing on his mind at the moment. He drew his blaster pistol and deactivated the safety. Gently nudging the girl with his boot, he spoke loudly, just shy of shouting.

"All right, who are you, and what the kriff are you doing on my boat?"

 

Sorry Double post, i'll put my money on the second post

 

name: Ei-ahae
race: Huttesse
gender: Male
appearance: Only about seven feet long, Too skinny for a Hutt, bigger arms.
profession: robot Designer/tech/mechanic
Also proficient in Sneaking, Huttesse Wrestling (powerfull boa-like strangling techniques), and blasters
bio: Born on Nal Hutta to a very powerful crime Lord, Don Bulge. Exiled from the Family for not paying an assassin costing them a very lucrative sector that they lost in a turf war on Nar Shada. Used the money to flee and is now living underground using his proficiency as a robot tech to earn a living that isn't providing him with enough food for a Hutt. Currently doing odd mechanical jobs on the Duck in return for an incognito transport to anywhere a few sectors away from Tatooine. He was working fixing salvaged droids he bought from the Jawas outside of Mos Isley when he was almost nabbed by one of his father's tails.
additional information: Has been building robots since he was very young, escaped with his favorite remote V-10, who followed him.

"Wow boss, how'd I manage to miss Her amongst all of the treasures in this heap you call a ship?"

 

The stowaway that he is, Kyye Lott had been very unsecure in his place on the ship. the crash had jolted the transistors right out of him. after monkeying around with a hydrospanner and some other pieces, he was able to right himself and mostly get back to "normal". The wreckage in his area fit together like tetris blocks and currently he cannot seem to pry anything away to free himself.

 

"Ei-ahae, did you hear that?" Kel asked.

"Hear what?" was the Hutt's response.

"Sounded like metal scraping on metal."

"Hrm. Nope. Didn't notice a thing."

Waitasec - is Ei-ahae a male Hutt? Kel wondered. That would explain it.

"All right, here's the plan, I'm going to stay here and get the girl up and about, you go investigate whatever that noise was."

"But I didn't hear anything."

"Exactly. Just search the ship, maybe we've got another stowaway."

"Yeah, yeah. Stowaway, my tail." The Hutt moved out of the cargo bay and into the common area. Kel could still hear him muttering and grumbling.

Crouched down over the Twi'lek, Kel gave her a few gentle taps on the face. She seemed to be coming around, so he stopped and waited for her to open her eyes.

"Poodoo," was all she said when she saw the human over her.

nyar.

 

Shouting "Marco... Maaarrcooooo" while walking through the ship Ei-ahae wondered why Kel was always so bossy. Waitasec is Kel a male human? That would explain it. As he comes across a mound of crates and sparti cylinders he hears a muffeled electronic voice come from underneath the rubble saying...

 

Polo! Polo! I'm stuck, like a mynok in a wormhole!!! We've crashed and I can't get out of here! someone lower the landing gear so that I can get out!

 

"First, are you sure that will work? I would hate to destabilize that mountain of fun you're under and never even get to know what your name is. Oh, wait... who the hell are you and why are there so many stowaways popping up in the cargo areas? And lastly what's in it for me if I decide to get you out of there?"

 

outside game well i see this has finally come about well sorry about the double post

 

coming around and seeing the scragly looking human holding her, shazee was filled with a sense of confusion first she had gotten abroad the ship apadtly named the "Space duck" for it looked rather odd and smelled funny on the inside but she couldn't get caught so she hid in a batch of eggs they were warm in the cool cargo bay. then an explosion and she woke up in the arms of this human. "poodoo poo oh my what a smell i thought the eggs smelled bad when they where living but horrible when fried"

"why are you on my ship" he asked curtly

"i was running from the...well it doesn't matter now notlike we are getting off this rock anyway. i have very little in value but i can work off the fare doing just about anything and if by chance you're hirin' a fighter then i can help you."

"great a stowaway and a fugitive no wonder you hid what did you do and also what the hell is your damn name!?!"

"the name is Shazee Rye and i don't like people yellin' at me the last one who did that found himself without a hand and a very painful stab wound. and dont look at me that way or again i will be forced to do you bodily harm"

"you are in no condition to make any threats rye" he snapped "and besides what type of work are we talking about" he said grinning mischiviously"

"not the type your thinking off" she snapped

 

"Ah, well," muttered Kel. "Guess I can't sell you to the knackers, then." He rose, turned and began to walk out of the cargo bay. "You have five minutes to come up with a reason for me to keep you on this boat before I leave you on this rock."

* * * * *

Back in the main area, Kel looked around. Where has that Hutt gotten himself to now? Then, he thought he heard Ei-ahae arguing with . . . a droid?!?

"What in the kriff is going on around here?"

Kel unfastened the clasp that normally kept his blaster secured in its holster and stomped off in the direction of Ei-ahae's voice.

 

"damn humans always so arrogant" she sighed. now she had to come up with a reason and or credits, of the latter she had only 30 not enough to pay him and he didn't seem to think much of her. I wonder if he could use a another gun on board, these smugglers always needed more hired guns to protect them or their cargo. At least that would be better than escortin eggs around like a low level lab rat

she was running down a corridor trying to find the human, when she found him he was still looking for his hutt friend, as she approached him, she saw his blaster unsnapped which made her uneasy.

"I was hired by a scientist to look after those eggs after they got on board they are of a rare breed of something a distant cousin to a mynock i beleive i assumed he told about that when I first came on board.after getting to the destination my intention was to get a job as security somewhere even possibly on board his vessel to gain employment granted i didn't go about in the best of ways but i am good with a blaster and have an uncanny talent of gettin' my around any authority if it means doing things i am not to proud of. I am a thief, and an outcast but if you hire me i shall do my part and work off my fare aboard this vessel" she said as she was almost to the point of begging him to not abandon her on this rock. "i am a decent mechanic as well"

"well" he said "i shall think it over then"