"Stormtrooper Dealings"

Scenario Description

Getting yanked off the street by a bunch of Imperial troops can really ruin your afternoon. Being held in detention afterwards, why that can spoil the rest of your week. Accused of smuggling data for the rebels... that can ruin your life rather quickly!

Unless, of course, you agree to help root out these "friends" of yours - whom you've never met. A few unlucky others and yourself have been implanted with special transcievers by your generous benefactor, Moff Breen. They transmit your location... and recieve the command to detonate the part which makes these tranceivers "special".

Succeed, and you'll be set free (Sans implanted doom? You wish). Fail... remember that Moff Breen is a renowned collector of antique torture devices, which are known to maim a limb or two. Betray the Empire, and evaporate in a smallish thermonuclear flash.

In the service of the Empire, it is never "choose your own adventure" - more like "choose your own fate". May the force be with you.

Characters

Alain Mekesburgh (Almost Former Noble)

"...of the Alderanian Mekesburghs. What, you haven't heard of us? Why our parties are the highlight of the season... well they were. Something happened back home, and now its gone. The whole planet. Those racous rebels claim it was the Empire, but I don't see how thats possible. Sure, since the Senate was desolved, its gotten worse as the Emporor's favorite pets exact their playful cruelty on the citizenry, but surely they wouldn't wipe out a whole planet. Especially one home to the social elite of the Near Rim..."

Recently graduated from the University of Alderan (Masters in Philosophy), you were on a grand tour of the Core Worlds when the news about home came. Penniless without his family's large bank accounts back home, he has sold the luxuries (well, he sees them as necessities) out of his suitcases for passage to Varlelsha. His Uncle Reynar, the black sheep of the family, ran a import/export business there, last he heard...

Dasha Rekkard (Mechanic/Pilot)

"Hand me that spanner over there. No, the one with the blue anodized finish. Thanks... now for the finishing touches... theres no way I can lose the next race!"

A natural born mechanic, Dasha surpassed her older brothers in the mechanical arts at an early age. She started racing as a way to put her mechanical inventions to the ultimate test. According to her great-grandfather, her great-great-grandfather was the first of her family to have opened a speeder shop at Varlelsha's spaceport, the city of Elshimin.

Tandis Quernister, AKA Greylocke, AKA Deadeye Faster (Slicer)

"Stop calling me Tandis! My name is Greylocke! You can beat me up today, but you can bet tomorrows homework assignment is going to mysteriously disapear from your datapad!"

Regarding his given name as a handicap, he prefers to be known by his lightname even outside of the nets, grids, and mainframes. His parents killed when their ship's transponder broke while in line at an Imperial customs checkpoint, he was brought up by his grandmother (the only person, it seems, that is allowed to call him "Tandis"). Given the way his parents died, it is not so suprising that he harbors a distaste for all things Imperial; to date, his most successful strike at the Empire has been reprogramming the spaceport's public protocol droid to spout anti-Imperial rhetoric at the behest of the imaginary "Deadeye Faster". His only friend is a halfway functional astromech droid, R1E9.

Elista Narthlis (Starship Crewman/Con Artist)

"If you don't take those eyes off of me I'll serve them to you on a plate."

Being the subject of endless oggling growing up, Elista went hyper as soon as she could hitch a ride; regrettably, she had to use the charms she so despised in order to do so. To end her dependency on looks, she learned as much as she could about starships and machines, to be hired on her merits rather than her looks. Since even her carefully cultured talents failed to gain acendency over her alluring nature, she slowly learned to use this to strike back at her despicable admirers. Since stealing from your employer is a quick way to get fired, she sometimes finds herself marooned on planets just like Varlelsha, in cities just like Elshimin.

DrekHar Thornequivst (Former Mob Enforcer)

"I don't want to break your fingers, but if you don't pay up..."

DrekHar spent his youth growing up in blissful peace. As a young man, he discovered that his quiet childhood in such noisy times was due to the efforts of the local crime family. Seeing The Family as his benefactor, and wishing to serve the community from which he came, he joined enthusiastically as soon as he was able. His zealotry in protecting his neighborhood was recognized quickly, and exploited- DrekHar soon found himself sent to do the most terrible tasks, and he learned that peace in his neighborhood was due to the violent acts that The Family committed elsewhere. Disenchanted, he did the impossible; he left The Family behind. Knowing it wasn't safe to be anywhere within his former employer's reach, he ran as far away as he could- to Varlelsha.

Bremen Kelsay (Ex Cop)

"You're under arrest!"

Back before martial law had arrived in Elshimin, security was provided by elected Deputies to the Magistrate. Bremen was one of those brave men, arresting smugglers and other undesirables. Possesing the planet's largest and only full-service spaceport, Elshimin was the busiest beat in the system. Now, due to the Imperials staging men and supplies all over Varlelsha, the local police forces and judges have been dismissed in all but the most remote regions. The fact that the Imperials are so corrupt; not searching ships belonging to the Hutts and releasing local criminals for graft grates on his nerves. One of these days, he'd love to put Moff Breen under citizen's arrest...

Captain Caelon Wolfensdale (Ex Starship Captain)

"I don't have the credits with me... but you could take it out of the consigned cargo in my holds. Just make sure you seal those crates back up..."

Maybe "Captain" is a little grand for someone who has been a former "Captain" of a small freighter he crewed himself. "Tradition must be observed" is a favorite quote, but a tiresome one coming from someone who hasn't seen vac in the five years since his ship was impounded. It is even more tiresome if you're one of the many trying to exact the credits you loaned him (hey, starships, even small ones, are expensive). In any case, he makes a living around port matching up locals who have goods to be shipped with pursers and quartermasters that find their ships have a bit of "undocumented" space. Caelon collects a portion of the money saved compared to going through more "official" channels.
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