Diesel's Dawn of Defiance

Diesel · May 1, 2008

STAR WARS: DAWN OF DEFIANCE
Episode I

The Traitor's Gambit

It is a dark time in the galaxy.
The evil galactic Empire
has spread from the Deep Core to the Outer Rim
and everywhere the Empire's tyranny can be felt.

Fleeing from the oppression of the Emperor's minions,
agents of Senator Bail Organa have run to a remote space station above Brentaal.
Known to be a vocal opponent to the Empire,
Organa may be the last hope of freedom in the galaxy.

In the hopes of stopping these dissidents
before they can reach the Senator,
the Empire have alerted their forces on Sel Zonn station,
where the struggle for liberty rages on,
and the first sparks of rebellion have begun to burn...

Diesel · May 1, 2008

Seemingly motionless among a sea of starships and satellites above
the twinkling Core world of Brentaal, Sel Zonn Station grows larger in
your view every second. A central pylon forms the bulk of the
station’s mass, and three landing platforms leading to docking bays
extend from the central section, equidistant from one another and
jutting out into space. The dorsal side of the station features a disc shaped
secondary structure, on top of which blinking lights indicate
the presence of a landing platform reserved for wealthy patrons.

Within minutes your ship will dock at the station, and a new chapter of your life will begin.

(Attached Player's Handout-Sel Zonn Station)

Shayuri · May 1, 2008

Ashlin bursts into the tiny cabin her credits managed to buy on the tramp freighter Fortune and Glory. There's a bed that folds into the wall, a little screen in the far wall a few drawers for clothes, and just enough space to pick your way through to the bed when it's down. Unless, as in Ashlin's room, there's a droid standing in it.

She dodges nimbly around the vaguely humanoid machine, flings drawers open and starts piling the few changes of clothes she owns into a rucksack.

"Hey Ubby," the spritely human girl proclaimed, pronouncing it 'oobee.' "Get your things together. We're almost at the station."

Voda Vosa · May 1, 2008

The droid made a slight "clink" as it moves its head to face Ashlin. "Yes Mistress, this unit gear is packed, and ready to be transported at your command. If there is anything the Mistress wishes, this unit will comply" it said with a metallic bass voice.

ShaggySpellsword · May 1, 2008

As his transport approaches the station, Bel gathers together the gear her brought with him from Naboo, ready to begin his new life.

Uncle Pallus said this station would be a pretty good place to try and find work...I hope he knew what he was talking about.

Finally finished packing his utility belt and strapping his heirloom service blaster to his hip, Belloc SInde throws his long blue Senatorial Guard cloak over his shoulders and grabs his force pike, waiting to disembark.

Except they're the Imperial Guard now...and that's why I'm here...

Shalimar · May 1, 2008

As the transport neared the station, Rain shifted from her cross-legged perch on the bed, smiling with anticipation as the next stage of her journey was about to begin. The freed slaves had told her the station was a trade hub, that she'd be able to find a ship from here to take her wherever she wanted to go. Although that did bring up a problem for the red-headed girl, she didn't know where it was that she wanted to go. She wanted to find Jedi and learn from them, but none of the captives she had freed knew where they were.

"That just means the hunt will be a longer one." the gir said, settling her shoulders as if for a difficult task. Shaking her head, the amazon double checked that she had all of her belongings so that she could be out of the door the second they reached the station. Coming from a wide open world, adjusting for the cramped conditions was a hard thing to do, and she couldn't wait until she had room to stretch once again.

possum · May 2, 2008

Ardon looks out the viewport of the transport he's on: just a simple passenger on his way to catch another ship on the way to any variety of destinations in the galaxy. The Twi'lek leans back in his seat, thankful that what little money he has been able to scrounge up has let him get a relatively private area. Nervously, he crosses his arms across his chest, a movement practiced to check the lightsaber in the hidden compartment of his jacket.

It's been months since that day, Ardon says, using every calming technique he knows of to stop the tears from coming. At least, he thinks as he examines the blue skin on his hands, every non-human looks alike in the eyes of most humans now.

Diesel · May 2, 2008

After docking you each disembark form your vessel and a short time later find yourselves standing in a corridor. Here, beneath an arch marked Customs, you find your ways blocked by a large Ithorian standing behind a large crate on a repulsor sled.

Next to the Ithorian, an older, bald human dressed in a green jumpsuit stares at a data pad on the crate. Two stormtroopers stand nearby as well, their attention firmly fixed on the Ithorian.

The interior of Sel Zonn station, you note as you wait, is much what one would expect from a Core world of the Galactic Empire. The walls and doors are constructed of metal, and it is well illuminated and clean. Public information terminals stand at regular intervals along the corridor past the checkpoint, and signs upon the walls tout some of the amenities of the station:

Visit the Promenade

Gundark's Cantina

The Credit Chip

Delgas Medical Supplies

Mechanical Allies

Your wait is short lived however, as the custom official looks up from his pad. Seeing the five beings there he smiles warmly and says, "If you have nothing to declare you may enter. Follow the concourse," he says indicating the corridor ahead, "to the Promenade. There you can access the rest of the station." Turning back to his pad he adds, "Have a good day."

One of the stormtroopers abruptly turns, his gaze now upon the Twi'lek. "Yes, have a good day" he says harshly. "But whatever business you have at the Promenade, conduct it quickly. We have enough aliens on this station. Now move!" he barks, "all of you!"

Shalimar · May 2, 2008

Rain left her room with her small satchel of possessions balanced on her bare shoulder, further hiding her blade, if only unintentionally. The red-headed young woman queues up in the line, waiting her turn to pass into the open areas of the station, anxious after the cramped quarters. She watched the guards intently, wondering what it was that they were examining that large unusual being for, wondering if this was the usual treatment of strangers.

When the balding male waved her and the rest of the line forward she nodded and began moving until the rest of his words sank in. Declare...she puzzled, she wasn't sure what needed to be declared so she had no idea if she had anything to declare. Maybe you only had to declare something if you had a big box? she wondered, shrugging she moved along towards the promenade though she had to bite back a rebuke at the male...she guessed he was human's words to her. He had no cause to address her as such, and should be dealt with, but from what Lian had said this was how males were allowed to behave off of Dathomir.

Instead of using the strength of her muscles or her connection to the force to educate the rude white shelled man she meerly passed on, heading towards the cantina to acquire some refreshment and perhaps information.

possum · May 2, 2008

Ardon's breath pauses momentarily as the Stormtrooper turns his attention to him. "Yes, sir," he says. Ardon continues on his way to the promenade of the space station, carrying along the small stack of personal belongings he has. Across from the cantina, the Twi'lek finds a small caf and tea shop. Ordering a small cup of tea, Ardon sits in contemplative silence and calmly looks about the area, watching as people conduct their business.

I might need a little more money to make my way to the Wheel, he thinks, looking at The Credit Chip and mentally plotting his voyage from the Core worlds to the Outer Rim. From then, he adds, it's Lianna all the way.