masshysteria
Explorer
Once again, the crew of the Vagrant Hear finds themselves standing in the penthouse of the Alderaanian facing an Imperial Moff. This time, they aren’t bound and bruised, but still disarmed. Aids scramble about the room, scowling at the rag tag bunch that only seems to get in the way, packing up belongs, securing data, and preparing for the Imperial departure from Alderaan.
Tam nods to the Wookie and Rowintha displays the bottle of Chateau ‘77. An aid cautiously approaches to retrieve the bottle. The Wookie bears her teeth and Tam chimes in, “Not so fast, I want to see proof that our records will be erased.”
“If you would like to do this the hard way, there are 45 hidden blasters trained on you right now.”
Tam sighs, Imperial deals always seem to get worse. The aid takes the bottle from Rowintha and scurries away.
“Ah, perfect.” The Moff says, admiring the bottle of wine. “I am a man of my word. Your infiltration of the Gala and the theft of the droid will be expunged from all records you have nothing to worry about.”
The crew gets ready to leave when the Moff interjects, “There is one final point to discuss. You have lived up to your reputation. You truly do get the job done. I have uses for such dependable people. People that can bypass red tape and move through the underworld. What would you say about working in secret for me and, of course, for the glory of the Empire?”
Tam pauses, “We’ll think about it, I’ll transmit word before leaving the system.”
Back at the hanger, the crew discusses their future.
“Do you think we can off load the art and wine here?” Tam askes.
“Unlikely. Alderaan’s major exports include art and wine.” Kaldo replies. “I think we need to go to Cloud City.”
“What can we get here to transport to Cloud City?”
“Well, Bespin is always in need of technological goods and foodstuffs.”
“Wait,” Toth jumps in. “Foodstuffs? We’re standing in the middle of a farm.”
“I’ll go talk to someone in charge here.” Tam replies. “What about our job offers?”
“Depends what they pay.” Toth answers.
“I’m not too keen on working for the Empire.” Kaldo pitches in.
Rowintha seconds the idea with a growl; brining the Empire’s treatment of Wookies to light.
“Alright, I’ll see if I can get the front desk and leave the message with one of the Moff’s aids right before we make the jump to light speed.” Tam says ending the discussion.
Tam nods to the Wookie and Rowintha displays the bottle of Chateau ‘77. An aid cautiously approaches to retrieve the bottle. The Wookie bears her teeth and Tam chimes in, “Not so fast, I want to see proof that our records will be erased.”
“If you would like to do this the hard way, there are 45 hidden blasters trained on you right now.”
Tam sighs, Imperial deals always seem to get worse. The aid takes the bottle from Rowintha and scurries away.
“Ah, perfect.” The Moff says, admiring the bottle of wine. “I am a man of my word. Your infiltration of the Gala and the theft of the droid will be expunged from all records you have nothing to worry about.”
The crew gets ready to leave when the Moff interjects, “There is one final point to discuss. You have lived up to your reputation. You truly do get the job done. I have uses for such dependable people. People that can bypass red tape and move through the underworld. What would you say about working in secret for me and, of course, for the glory of the Empire?”
Tam pauses, “We’ll think about it, I’ll transmit word before leaving the system.”
Back at the hanger, the crew discusses their future.
“Do you think we can off load the art and wine here?” Tam askes.
“Unlikely. Alderaan’s major exports include art and wine.” Kaldo replies. “I think we need to go to Cloud City.”
“What can we get here to transport to Cloud City?”
“Well, Bespin is always in need of technological goods and foodstuffs.”
“Wait,” Toth jumps in. “Foodstuffs? We’re standing in the middle of a farm.”
“I’ll go talk to someone in charge here.” Tam replies. “What about our job offers?”
“Depends what they pay.” Toth answers.
“I’m not too keen on working for the Empire.” Kaldo pitches in.
Rowintha seconds the idea with a growl; brining the Empire’s treatment of Wookies to light.
“Alright, I’ll see if I can get the front desk and leave the message with one of the Moff’s aids right before we make the jump to light speed.” Tam says ending the discussion.