Star Wars: Exiles

Communique 6

If you’re reading this, you know that things have went very, very badly. One of the local agents (P) was playing around with some kind of hivemind parasite she wanted to weaponize, only it went too far… I’m pretty sure she is compromised, as the parasitic infection is spreading across the population. They were using the distillery as cover to distribute them — that’s why all hell is raining loose, the parasites are running wild. Have also made contact with a parasitic mutation of some kind, where the parasites have discovered individuality and disconnected from the grid. Unsure whether we can trust them or not but keeping an eye on the situation…

Highly infectious. See notes from D attached, these can be used to identify and “cleanse” the infection.

It gets worse, apparently there is some mirror dimension slash doomsday device hidden in the nebula. Can’t weaponize this either as it would lead to destruction of nebula, galaxy, and surrounding galaxies… possibly destroy all life as we know it… it’s a reckless power and only the demented or the damned would use it. Must not only prevent it from going off, but keep it out of the Empire’s hand — no idea if they would harness it, but such power should not exist. Its existence would tempt someone to try and use it. Think of the lives lost…

Unsure of next steps, or which of these to prioritize on. May need to split our forces.

I hate this planet.

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That One Where Things Fall Apart

The week after the bitchbeast was uneventful. I wish I could say the same for last two days.

To recap, the last week has been spent licking our wounds from the battle, taking what we have learned and better applying ourselves and our equipment. The Doombinders were not able to successfully destroy the corrupted crystal on their first try. They have called in more of their numbers to help with the second attempt. While I am still uncomfortable with the idea of so many dark side influences in one place, I realize that it is a necessary component to the removal of the corrupted crystal. Purifying it would require too many resources that this planet just can’t offer. The second ceremony started simple enough but soon it was crashed by the Temple monks that had attempted to take me a few weeks ago. We couldn’t afford to have the ceremony interrupted, and we leapt to defend it. It was interesting to note that most of the monks here also had lightsabers, and were well versed in their use, especially the big one. He towered above us. Unfortunately, Zyr caught his attention early with his very quick disposal of the only member of their group without a saber. Also unfortunately, Zyr had yet to fully recover from his ordeal with the beast, and was quickly incapacitated from a blow to the head. I fear he may be concussed and that he may not function normally anymore…

The group of four saber users were dealt with quickly, though two of them managed to go find Dyn and Xzun. The largest among them thinned our numbers, knocking out Xzun, but I sundered his hilt and Dyn chased him off. I question that decision, but it seemed to have worked. I claimed some robes from the fallen and a lightsaber hilt to be rebuilt to my preferences. I refuse to utilize one of the corrupted crystals, I’ll have to find different crystal at another time.

The Imperials are out in force now. They aren’t happy about their missing crystal/shuttle and are imposing what appears to be martial law onto the settlements. Mass executions followed. This is getting out of hand rapidly. I contacted Pellm and got instructions from her to pick up supplies from a field hospital to help with “the Phoenix Project”. In hindsight, I really should have asked more questions…

We left the doctor at the hospital, feeling he could do more good there. We would have been right, if thats what it really was. turns out, it was a breeding ground for squid parasites and every single one of the ‘patients’ was an incubator. Dyn managed to escape, but we had sadly ignored his pleas until we ran into problems of our own. Pellm seems to know what this means, and stands wholly behind it. It is too much, she’s asking for the genocide of the Empire, and there is no way to regulate that, it may even be the galaxy. She did not see reason, I fear her zeal has consumed her. Xzun shot her in the face, questionable but allowed for our escape. Xzun also managed to convince the Imperials to bomb the distillery where the field hospital was. It worked, but with two side effects. One, a squid parasite sludge leaked out into the water, which is very bad. Two, it revealed a much, much larger squid in the lake, which is very bad.

We managed to grab Dyn, safe from the squid parasite infected and the bombing run and returned to the bunker. I feel the best way to figure out what is going on is the Deepwater Science Facility in the middle of the ocean. We’re going to need a larger ship to reach it. Hopefully they’ll see reason and won’t shoot us on sight…

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Communique 5
Dead drop

Went out on a bounty mission my colleagues signed up for. Sidhe natives operating a ritual hunt to slay monsters, with a hefty reward. Set out into the wilds, found all local inhabitants (lumbering camp and ranger outpost) raped to death. Bodies eaten and mauled, genitalia removed. Other heavily-armed teams participating in this same hunt were found in similar condition. Tracks of many smaller beasts and one larger one; followed these to lair (cave system) where all monstrous residents were slain. Colleagues performed admirably, hired killer in particular (used a flamethrower fuel tank as impromptu fuel-air bomb, to some effect). All lucky to survive unaffected.

Beasts were neither native lifeforms nor alien species. Cause was some glowing crystal (dark Force energy?) that mutates all matter it touches — related to Imperial experiments offshore. There is a crashed Lambda shuttle at 3.2028° N, 73.2207° E that was transporting this crystal, crashed; some native creature touched it and mutated, smaller creatures were hideous progeny (don’t ask). Shuttle site was cleansed though the medic may have spliced fragmentary details; shuttle remnants under lockdown. All corpses of beasts disintegrated upon death. Crystal was unfortunately destroyed in process… probably for the best, handling it is unfeasible at best and unwise at worst.

This is big — Anders was right. Entire colony under lockdown from this disruption. Some of my dirty laundry was found by Imps during investigation, so am taking time to air it out, clean out the mess to step out in style again. Keep you posted.

X

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The Bitchbeast

Here we are, at the cave where the beast was tracked to. I find myself hesitating to go in after it. Perhaps I was afraid of it, who knows. Still, after a moments hesitation, I enter the cave, my companions quick to follow. The beast’s spawn found us in short order. Five of them, exactly. The Rodian made short work of them, gunning all of them down. Over my shoulder, I might add. I trust the man, but not that much. I will have words with him later. Our commotion awoke the beast and all of its spawn in the area and they were barring down on us now. I could feel it, and quickly see it as well. There was the beast ahead of us and quite a bit of her brood both ahead and behind. I didn’t get a chance to count all of them, too fast and too many but there had to be upwards of forty of them. We quickly got to work dealing with her.

Xzun used the missile tube we had been carting around on the horde and took the skies, where he remained to issue us tactical information and orders. I will have to tell him sometime how much I appreciate the support, its immensely helpful. The Rodian ((who still isn’t on Obsidian Portal)) managed to handle most of the spawn as well, but that earned him the ire of the beast itself. It… it wasn’t pretty what it did to him. It cost him half of his face. He responded by throwing his flamethrower inside of it via… the back end, and igniting it. The results were catastrophic but it didn’t seem to hurt the beast as much as we would have like. My own lightsaber didn’t have much effect, either. It was simply too tough for our weapons. Sure, a little would get through here and there but we would be dead before it would be. That is when I noticed a crystal in its shoulder.

The crystal was the same as one on the transport shuttle, most likely from the broken canister. Somehow, it found itself embedded in this thing. It was light side aligned, I could sense it. But it seemed off. Something was wrong. But it still worked on the same principles that something light sided could be countered by something dark sided. But the only person here able to do that was myself, as Dyn was now incapacitated. One of the spawn had taken one of his legs.

Channeling the dark side went against all that I stood for, but it was a necessary evil to stop the beast. My first attempt went poorly. I was unfocused and inexperienced with the dark side. But the second attempt was much better. I managed to disrupt the beast but in doing so, it turned its attention to me. When I came to it had been slain, a combination of everything we had thrown at it finally managed to take care of it. The crystal slid out of the beast’s body easily and was wrapped in Dyn’s pant leg. We made a makeshift stretcher to carry Dyn back to the farmhouse, Xzun insisting that he was helping but in reality was more of a hindrance if he had just let the Rodian and I carry Dyn.

Attempts were made at the farmhouse to mislead the Imperials that were coming in to check out the crashed shuttle, but instead they sent a few troops to check the barn. The Rodian and Xzun took the hoversled back to the castle, a days ride for them, to insure that Dyn would receive medical attention as quickly as he could. I took the horse Dyn had rented back to the castle in his stead, and arrived at the castle the day after the hoversled arrived. From there, we met with the lord of the castle and convinced we had slain the bitchbeast with proof of the crystal, we had set to work healing our wounds and preparing for our return to our little makeshift home in a few days time.

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Communique 4 - Note given to ST-MY

Anders — it is done. No more bad heart, much bad hurt. Shaken up about it, but the black hat was taken out of the game. Visit him at home, you may find something of interest to you… if it hasn’t been completely picked through yet. John has a long mustache. Let me know if you have any other odd jobs that need to be done.

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Communique 3.5 - Dead Drop

Made contact with local rebel operative, wife of one of the local strongmen. Raided Imperial landing pad bringing in large batch of explosives, possibly for civilian construction? Heavily guarded by PIBCO droids. No match for fellow prisoners. No civilian casualties, only droids. Was unable to acquire any of the explosives but assume they will be put to good use. Success! Isolated but no longer alone in this hellish wilderness.

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Communique 3 - Dead Drop

Planet seems infested with darkness, metaphorically as well as literally. Place seems overrun with warring cults; hoping that factions can be played off each other should it come to it. Doctor already inflamed conflict on accident (so he claims), leading to Imperial flyby as assertion of power. Made contact with daughter of one cult leader, found insight into their beliefs very informative… local strongman leading others out of what, desperation, a sense of longing, hope for something greater? Apocalyptic imagery of underwater gods drowning land-dwellers for perceived sins. Makes me think back to that Imperial deep-water research station… what goes on there?

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Too much primitive savagery here — no signs of Imperial socio/genetic engineering found yet, possibly just due to confined quarters, lack of freedoms, and environment’s oppressive lack of daylight. Sith relics (shrines?) seem common, creating uneasy presence here. Must stay vigilant.

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Communique 2 - Dead Drop

While awaiting orders, undertook local mission to reconnoiter area. Headed north to new PIBCO facility; dock/warehousing facility under construction, lightly though attentively guarded though does not seem militarized enough yet to be a viable target. Will need to double-check after workmen are clear of the area to reduce operational impact on civilians. Built into rock-face overlooking the harbor.

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Also made contact with local “cult” of witch-women, using some kind of sith artifice to summon rock-like monsters (to negligible effect; these creatures set upon the cult’s husbands over trivial domestic disputes rather than military targets). Attempted to align this group with our needs due to common anti-Imperial opinions, but failed; attempted to de-escalate situation, which led to untimely demise of all cultists, thus neutralizing threat to local population.

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Communique 1 - Dead Drop

Have successfully landed on Arcanus. Fellow prisoners seem competent, luckily no obvious psychopaths; seem apathetic to our goals but have strong anti-Imperial sentiments. Consists as follows: mercenary killer (blackmailed); veteran combat medic (resisting arrest); blind woman (of marginal interest). Minimal Imperial presence; most is off-loaded to PIBCO mercenaries. Have made contact with local Hutt strongman named An’goss. Also have acquired droid from previous “operative” who used said droid to publish various pornographic novels. Get in contact with politically-friendly publisher, may be able to leverage this as impromptu operations budget. May be useful contact to have. Anders has done an admirable job pulling this off; will await further instructions. Using deceased pornographer’s hideout as forward operating base outside of town. More later.
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Obelisks, Cultists, and Imperial Spys... Oh My!

Having had a hilariously weird time of rescuing little girls from apocalyptic death cults and reading strange obelisks, our intrepid team of convicts finally found themselves with a couple of less esoteric tasks to complete. With reassurances from Xzun they hooked up with the local rebel cell, led by Pellm, and executed a raid on an Imperial transport. They managed to get out of this encounter with the objective, a cargo hold full of explosives, and zero loss of sentient life. We blew up both the ship and its complement of guard droids, acquiring a fantastic new cortosis-weave “walking stick” for everyone’s favorite blind totally-not-a-Jedi.

The next morning we received a garbled message, written in half pictographs and half horrific misspellings by SCMY, which Dyn, Xzun, and Zyr debated the meaning of while Saralle went out for a walk in the grove. While the totally normal blind lady was out on her walk, she found herself accosted by a trio of weirdo stalker kidnappers from the local Creepy Monastery who wanted to stuff her in their burlap sack and carry her off “for her own good.” Unfortunately for them she had long since run out of fucks that morning, and managed to both restrain one of them with their own handcuffs and use her new “walking stick” to rearrange the face of another. She then signaled the rest of the team with her commlink, leading to a short deployment montage as they scrambled/jetpacked up the ladder to the surface.

The trio of Creeps tried desperately to run away once they realized they were outmatched (with Zyr shooting the gun out of one of their hands, Xzun yelling a lot, and Dyn charging them), but were stopped by the combined influence of Saralle’s ass-kicking ways and Dyn’s terrifying calls for their surrender. A frank conversation was had with the three scumbags, with Dyn talking to them about a bunch of boring mystical crap no one else cares about, and they were sent on their way with a clear message: Return unannounced and we will burn everything you know and love to the ground. Then we had tea.

Having deciphered enough of SCMY’s message to know we were either supposed to kill or talk to a haberdasher in a distant fishing village, we headed off to see about a hatmaker. After engaging in legitimate commerce with this purveyor of chapeaus, with Zyr showing great interest in new headgear and Xzun ordering a ridiculous new custom hat, we learned that he was an Imperial spy and a member of the native population of Arcanus. Saralle went out for pretzels, and Xzun shot the spy in cold blood. The spy didn’t bleed, which was weird but a bit outside their ability to investigate at the moment. Dyn mildly chided Xzun for being new to this whole “quiet assassination” thing, with Zyr similarly shaking his head, and they decided to cheese it before the fuzz could appear. Saralle wandered back in as Dyn was lighting the place on fire to conceal evidence, and was utterly disgusted by how sideways and amoral the day had gone.

As they watched their handiwork burn, Dyn, Xzun, and Zyr learned that the Imperial haberdasher-spy had an old mansion out in the swamplands. Saralle refused to accompany them to the mansion, instead heading off to An Drochaid Castle to meet with others of the local native species. The other three engaged in a bit of larceny, breaking into the mansion and ransacking it for more information on the Imperial’s activities (and definitely, totally not valuables). When we got to the basement we found an absolute horror show, learning that the haberdasher had been skinning humanoids for crafting materials. Dyn and Xzun immediately lost any sense of regret over murdering the spy. Dyn secured the spy’s communications terminal in a manner that will eventually allow him to go through everything on its hard drive, and with Zyr’s help they “acquired” both a stash of goods from inside the mansion (credits, a necklace, and a deed that we burned up) and the spy’s fan-boat transport. They then began heading back towards the grove to stash their newly gotten gains.

Saralle, meanwhile, had a fantastic time at the local native drum circle/festival. She signed the group up for some kind of sacred hunt for the Mother Chuub, and sampled the local cuisine/brews. The session ended with the other three in flight and her in the midst of the festival, with Plot likely coming round the corner shortly…

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