Hey all! It’s your favorite short Rodian, Gweedo! I have a bit of a proposal for you. Because of my delay with the Imperials I’m in a bit of a rush with my cargo. I’m in the market for someone to help me escort my cargo to its destination and I can pay every one of you 500Cr upon safe delivery. The destination is on Coruscant, in the underworld if you must know, but don’t worry it’s all perfectly safe. We’re going to the nightclub known as The Midnight Sun. All we need to do is escort two repulsor-lift crates to the club’s manager, Dax Neela. I’ve known Dax for years. He’s a straightforward businessman. We don’t even need to handle the crates ourselves. Dax has delivery men who will be taking care of transport. This should be perfectly safe, especially considering what we’ve been through today. Think of this as a night on the town.
The party who met aboard the hijacked transport and solidified in the Many Hands Heist pauses outside the Space Port Authority on Coruscant to lick their wounds and collect their thoughts. Denjo argues for some rest or clinical aid, as he and some of the other party members are injured or barely standing. They discuss options but seem short the time or credits to get any serious healing done. Gweedo speaks up with a proposal for some easy escort work that pays well and should be done quickly. Everyone considers their lack of funds and the strange frenetic pace of Coruscant quickly, so Gweedo is assualted with a cacophonus chorus of acceptance. He radios his contact and arranges for a cab service at a slight fee while the qroup examines their options for rest, medical aid, shopping and exploration.
As everyone is discussing things, Tarrash mentions needing to relax and heads off to a hotel Denjo looks up on a Datalink near the terminal. Everyone marks the location as a cheap but well-regarded hostel on craig’s list, and they decide to meet back with Tarrash at that location later. Seeing little hope of settling the debate on quick surgery, the group decides this mission offers little chance of a fight and opts to follow through with a timely delivery. Gweedo spends some time sweet talking a clerk into a discount on medpacs and Skyron shakes his head at the display as he walks out of the store with a brand new knife. Gweedo takes one too many liberties with the clerk and races out just ahead of the lazy security guards for the port mall, who decide the greasy little rodian isn’t worth the exercise ( :O thought you might get a kick out of that Nick and Brendan).
A Sullustrian cab driver shows up and asks for a “ma ma Mister Ghweeeeedo”. Seeing an opportunity to unleash a little racial spite in backlash of all he’s suffered so far, Gweedo responds, “Yes, that’s me. Hurry up and load the droids already. All of you don’t bother helping, that’s not what you’re being paid to do. That’s his job.” Denjo is unable to resist and begins helping the Sullustrian manage the repulsor lifts with the crates—despite barely being able to stand. The trip to the club is uneventful, and this time Denjo allow the driver to handle the crates alone, as he hurries to follow Gweedo and company into the club. They walk towards the back of the club before a trandoshan stops them. He points a wicked looking blaster rifle equipped with vibro-bayonet at Gweedo’s face as he snarls, “And just what’s your business, egg-face?”
“That’s between Zaxx and me, isn’t it?”
“You’ve better give me a better answer or your rat meat, greenie!”
“Look, get on your comlink and tell Zaxx Gweedo is here, and pray he doesn’t kill you for a fool for delaying me.”
The trondashon looks ready to fire for a minute but instead steps back and obviously begins communicating with someone over a comm. None of the company can follow along, for the club also cuts out normal comlinks. The trondashon slips back and puts his gun back into Gweedo’s face for a moment, “If it was up to me, I’d blow your egg-shaped face away. But Zaxx says to let you in, so you’re lucky. But only one other can come in.” Gweedo looks at his companions and their ragged state, eyes up Kal’s blaster pistol and is quick to usher Kal in with him. Skyron and Denjo remain in the club, watching over the still groggy and drugged Marma and Ginger.
Gweedo and Zaxx barely have time to haggle over the fee, Zaxx is just handing Gweedo the credits for the job as stormtroopers burst into the club and the music goes dead. The group is slightly eased when but a few moments later one of the troopers rings out: “We are here for Daxx. If you remain calm and present your identification, you will be allowed to leave.” Denjo and Skyron remain nervous, moving the girls into a darker spot in the corner and arranging themselves in cover as if really enjoying each other’s company. A dark presence once again reaches out, but this time Denjo is able to deflect it’s touch. Skyron turns a pale shade, however, as the presence sinks slightly into his brain and exudes a menacing ‘hello’. Gweedo asks Zaxx, “Do you happen to have a back door?” to which Zaxx’s “As a matter of fact, I do” edges out the corner of his mouth while he presses a button, summoning up the turbolift so he can lift up the floor panel and secure himself to a zip-line located there. Zaxx gives the trondashon a look to say ‘you know what to do’ but says aloud; “I’ll meet you at you know where.” Zaxx descends and the trondashon begins shooting. Gweedo calls over the newly open, “Ah, Cavalry, a little help here.” Denjo and Skyron whisper into their comlinks as they pretend intimacy with the women, “A little problem there, stormtroopers all over the place and one directly in our way. We’ll each have to go our own way.”
Stormtroopers allow most of the inhabitants to leave, Denjo/Skyron speak back and forth with Kal/Gweedo over comlink as those two dispatch the trandoshan(with help from Gweedo’s cargo—which turned out to be assassin droids). The group decides to split off between Gweedo/Kal and Skyron/Marma/Ginger/Denjo trying to get out of the building each on their own. Kal grabs the trandoshan’s illegal blaster rifle as he and Gweedo climb down the lift in pursuit of Zaxx. Denjo and Skryon take Marma and Ginger through the Imperial blockade, their papers are checked and they take a turbolift up. Both are becoming paranoid and find out that the building is closed off. Denjo tells Skyron, “Something bad is coming, we need to get out of here fast!” to which Skyron replies “You feel it, too?” They share a look, but decide not to debate the obvious in their present situation. Skryon calls a cab but the cab is not willing to break the blockade for small credit change, so Skyron drops the link in disgust. they head back to the lift to try escaping on foot.
Meanwhile Kal and Gweedo climb down the turbolift shaft on Zaxx’s escape zip-line. Zaxx spies the pair above, and gets out of the shaft via a hidden panel into the garage floor of the spire. shortly thereafter the turbolift is engaged and begins to plummet quickly, Kal and gweedo force open the turbolift doors and get out of the shaft with only seconds to spare. Finding themselves on a floor with mini-mall and cafe, they sit down to eat. A troupe of stormtroopers later gets out of the turbolift and begins checking vistas. Kal wisely hides the illegal blaster rifle beneath the booth.
Denjo and Skyron engage the lift for the ground floor, stopping once to allow on some zabrak junkies. The turbolist pauses at the Midnight Eclipse, Stormtroopers inspecting the passengers. Skyron is able to hide Ginger and himself behind the zabraks but Denjo is spotted. The stormtrooper growls, “What are you doing back here? I recognize you!” Denjo replies timidly, “Got off on the wrong floor, sir…” After looking like he might challenge the statement, the trooper gruffly acknowledges Denjo by saying, “Well then, one last trip and then this lift is being closed. Only stormtroopers allowed in the lifts until the blockade is lifted.” “Yes sir, thank you sir” as Denjo quickly pushes the button to resume the trek down.
Gweedo and Kal challenged in the cafe, papers are ok. Kal’s license for his pistol verified.
Denjo and Skyron land with Ginger, Marma and the junkies at the base floor. As the three zabraks shuffle off further into the building, the party notices the four stormtroopers guarding the building’s main exit. Denjo asks Skyron to hold back and wait for an opportunity, then he runs towards the troopers feigning fear and terrror. He sends one of the men off after the zabraks with the jedi mind trick—warning out loud that three heavily armed zabrak drug traffickers are rushing off into the building. The trooper directly affected bolts off after the zabraks, with two of his buddies who follow in close pursuit. Denjo urges the last stormtrooper to go help his friends but the soldier is more interested in setting up their camp. Seeing no other alternative, Denjo makes a desperate attempt to take out that last stormtrooper and is shot down in retaliatory fire. Skyron tries to feel if Denjo is till alive with the force, but finally sneaks past with Marma and Ginger when he encounters no living spirit within Denjo’s form—though the dark presence all around eats at his peripheral feelings. Despite a harrowing few seconds of sneaking past a stormtrooper with two drugged out accomplices, Skyron makes it to the spire across the way, where he pauses to collect his thoughts say goodbye to an erstwhile companion.
Gweedo enjoys his eggs. Kal is accosted by a stormtrooper who almost seems to suspect the hidden rifle. “What are you two doing here?!” he demands. “Enjoying my eggs, sir” replies Gweedo while Kal feigns irritation (less the anxiety of the moment and more the typical average joe ‘no-what-are-you-doing-here" type of attitude). Unable to see much to be angry at, the soldier demands Kal’s license upon spying his blaster pistol. Unable to find anything wrong with Gweedo or Kal’s papers, he saunters off. Kal looks relieved and Gweedo continues to enjoy his eggs.
Skyron calls the others for help as Gweedo and Kal board a taxi, and relays the unfortunate news that Denjo is dead as Gweedo picks them up. After some half-hearted debate over what to do, the consensus is to get to a hotel and sleep the night. Next morning Ginger requests they take her to the Senate, where they wait outside as she secretly researches this band of misfits who rescued her. She is gracious over being saved, and anxious to get to a friend she knows in the capital. She nearly invites the group into some compact, almost balancing some secret on the tip of her tongue before she decides against trusting them further. She offers to taxi them to a destination of their choice, and many voices debate their options. Ginger mentions Alderaan is lovely this time of year and Skryon is quick to say “Sounds Great!”. Skyron seems preoccupied and anxious to leave. “Tattooine is fun and exciting” offers Gweedo, and all aboard Ginger’s transport agree for the space port as their destination.
As they head over, Skyron again is assaulted by a dark presence, only now it comes from before him (quite possibly the space port ahead!). We leave our intrepid adventurers when their airspeeder is rocked by some unknown missile, and they begin a rapid plummet into the city’s depths as the speeder begins to burn from external or internal damage. Ginger frantically speaks over the comm “This is Ginger of the Alderaanian Senate Seat, my airspeeder is going down from an unknown complication and we need a tractor b—” but her words drift off when only comm static replies. to be continued…..
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