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Message: <blockquote data-quote="LostSoul" data-source="post: 226249" data-attributes="member: 386">[Two installations today...]A long finger rises out of the ground, stained with blood.  Around it, nothing but darkness.Strange writing appears.  Blood red writing as ancient as the galaxy itself.  Writing that was never meant to see the light of day.  Blasphemous writing.The writing is caught in a web of steel.  A voice rings out."The tablet."  It is Til-Gon.  "The Ancient Tablet of Naga Sidow."The writing is on the tablet, caught in the web.  A wise old judaa bird lands on it.  Its eyes are hungry."Retrieve the tablet before it is too late!"Feyd wakes covered in sweat.  Til-Gon has spoken with him.  Now, to make sense of it all.--- Star Wars ---Two and a half days later, Bessie drops out of hyperspace near the world of Fangel.  It is a sphere of pure white glowing in space, its entire surface covered in ice."Are you sure this is the place?" Arthur asks.  "I'm getting no readings of life, or anything."R2-FU lets out an annoyed whine.  A series of droid-speak comes up on Arthur's display."Yeah, R2, I know that's interference.  I don't think you could get any communications in or out.""That's the place," Leelu says.  "There should be a communications post on the moon.  They'll give us proper broadcast codes so we aren't blown out of the sky when we land.""You rebels are real trusting," Troy says.Leelu tunes Bessie's communicators and speaks into the comm.  "Fang base, Fang base, this is field op thirteen-twenty-six requesting comm clearance.  Over."A hissing, crackling voice comes through.  "Transmit codes," it barks."Transmitting now.  Over."  A moment passes.  "They're going to have to get a lot more organized if they plan to win this war," Troy says, breaking the silence.  Feyd shoots a look at Troy; the rest of the group, crammed into Bessie's cockpit, ignore him."Code clearance confirmed, thirteen-twenty-six.  Wait for escort and proceed under minimal power.  Over."Arthur shuts down main power and coasts in orbit on auxiliary.  Bessie's sensors, left on passive, don't pick up the two Z-95 Headhunters until they're almost on top of her.  Both star fighters drop communications pods attached to the ships by a micro-thin wire.  Arthur takes up position between them and the rebel star fighters guide him down towards Fangel.Sensors crackle and whine as Bessie travels through the thick icy mists that cover the planet.  Arthur shuts them down as surely as his two escorts have.  They are flying close to him now, keeping visual contact at a range of only a few metres.  If Bessie had hidden weapons or a power supply, it would be child's play to take out the two escorts.  The rebellion must be short on supplies, Arthur thinks, if they can only afford two old ships for this job.Suddenly the mists part and the group is treated to a view of the icy surface of Fangel.  Light from the three ships reflecting off the planet's surface scatters across miles and miles of smooth, icy plain.  The Z-95s guide Bessie further down where Arthur can see a series of giant crevasses carved into the ice.  Some of them even big enough for an Imperial Star Destroyer.  Bessie is led down one of the tunnels, watched by turbolaser enplacements the whole time.Arthur takes the ship down and the group gets a good look around.  Fang base holds a huge number of star ships of all types.  One stands out from the rest: a Mon Calamari MC-80 Star Cruiser.  It dwarfs everything else.--- Star Wars ---"So what's the deal with these guys?" Darius asks, lounging back in Bessie's main cabin.  "We've been sitting around for a day now.  When are they going to give us our reward so we can get off this ice cube?""Patience," Feyd says, moving through his Jedi exercises while Payrd watches.  "If nothing else, this gives us time to make repairs to our ship.""You are making progress, Jedi," Payrd says, "but you are over-extending on your third motion of the second rung.""It's meant that way, Payrd," Feyd says, continuing to move.  "It draws out the motion and teaches the student patience and graceful recovery.""Jedi exercises have always been so rigid," Payrd says.  "They were not designed for you.  For instance, with your frame, you will find that this maneuver - " Payrd pauses his speech while he leaps to his feet and proceeds to demonstrate a smooth, flowing strech " - will strengthen, tone, and emphasize flexibility while focusing the mind.  It served the warriors of Kalan Dor well for thousands of years."Darius watches while spinning a blaster around in his hand.  "You guys aren't bad when it comes to that ancient stuff, but a couple quick shots or grenades and your fancy moves won't count for much."Feyd's response was cut off before it began.  Arthur, dressed in a thick bantha fur coat with a heavy tool belt slung around his hips, walks into the cabin.  "Wait's over, guys.  Troy just called me, told me we can pick up our reward now.""How much?" Darius asks.  Bonus pay was always welcome."Five thousand.  Between the four of us.""Not bad," Darius says, already spending the money."We've got a chance to make some more," Arthur says.  "Some Admiral wants to speak with us.""Let's go, then," Darius says, holstering his blasters.--- Star Wars ---"This is the Refax Imperial Comm Array," Lord Admiral Mountbatten says to the group, gathered together in the the small, cold, and dark conference room.  Feyd shivers, having only light Jedi robes, and tries to warm himself through the Force.  The chattering of his teeth is almost as loud as the hum from the holoprojector.  "It is a central Imperial Intelligence base, able to listen in on most transmissions across the sector.  As you can imagine, this makes it difficult to conduct operations from Fang base."Information that you secured for us has made a strike against this array possible.  With this comm array down, we will be able to raid the nearby supply dump on Lotide, as well as make hit-and-run attacks throughout the sector with impunity.  This is an important mission.""Just how important?" Darius asks, leaning forward in his chair."We're willing to provide two thousand credits for each of you," Mountbatten says.Troy and Arthur look at each other.  "Hardly enough," Troy says.  "It doesn't even cover the cost of our vessel.  Let alone the risk."A figure in the range of seven thousand - each - and a load of small arms worth the same."The Admiral sighs.  "We are sorely pressed for funds," he says, "but your freighter and its unregistered transponder are necessary.  Six thousand, and the weapons."Troy looks around the table.  "Deal."[The Lord Admiral Mountbatten and the 3rd Rebel Fleet show up again later on in the game.  In this game, the 3rd Rebel Fleet was one of Rebel's major armadas, just as important as Akbar's fleet that struck Endor.  The 3rd Fleet worked in the South Quadrant (while the Heroes of Yavin were in the North) and was terribly outgunned and outmanned.  (No Alderaan or Battle of Yavin to help them out.)  The Empire held this quadrant with an iron grip.  This kept the movie heroes out of our games and let us focus on our own heroes and villians.]</blockquote>

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