The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Rebels of Ralltiir.

[Pbartender]

"Let's find out."

Reaching out to make sure that nobody is too close, Dorn takes out his lightsaber, holds it in front of him, and ignites it.

"Hopefully this will turn out better than the last time I used it..."

The lightsaber ignites and holds steady, but the blade looks surprisingly dim and weak.

Rorworr stumbles over towards the door. Once there, he tries to push, pull and drag it open, unsure as to how it moves.

"Someone must have been expecting us for some time to set all of this up." He grumbles.

Rorworr's claws scrabble at the seams of the door. Just as he's about to give up, the double door slides away to reveal a brightly lit, but sparsely furnished reception room. Several old chairs line the walls, and the walls are bare and plainly painted. From the ceiling a bank of security holo-cameras are recording everything that takes place in the room. A small desk with a computer mounted atop it stands to one corner.

A prim human in a suit with a vaguely military cut sits behind the desk, and she looks up just long enough to announce curtly, "We've been expecting you for some time. Major Esquerre will see you now."

A door opposite you slides open.

 

[Rorworr]

Rorworr blinks in the bright lighting of the room, growling wordlessly at the human. He looks around the room suspiciously, before turning back to his friends.

"Deel's new offices?" He suggests, raising an eyebrow.

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

A prim human in a suit with a vaguely military cut sits behind the desk, and she looks up just long enough to announce curtly, "We've been expecting you for some time. Major Esquerre will see you now."

A door opposite you slides open.

Vor'en considers the virtues of various throws, grabs, and assorted other techniques involved in pinning the prim human to her desk, the floor, the wall, or what have you; speed, efficiency, how difficult they are to resist if the human chooses to do so, pain-to-damage ratio, and the ability to kick aforementioned pain and damage if the subject chose to be slow in aswering such questions as "Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Where's Deel?" and, perhaps most importantly, "Haven't you people heard of having a repulsorcab waiting at the spaceport?"

But then he thinks about all that Arani has said about sudden and brutal violence on not-yet-hostile targets as a way of extracting information. Specifically, the part where she said don't. Besides, It's probably best to wait for to meet this Esquerre fellow before he begins twisting limbs. Going straight to the top, and all that. He sticks close to Arani, confident that if they think he's disarmed without his blasters, they're about to recieve a nasty surprise.

 

[Arani Korden]

A prim human in a suit with a vaguely military cut sits behind the desk, and she looks up just long enough to announce curtly, "We've been expecting you for some time. Major Esquerre will see you now."

A door opposite you slides open.

Arani stands, and nonchalantly walks toward the door.

"I'm glad to hear that," she says. "I have a few quesions I'd like to ask the Major myself."

 

[Pbartender]

You step through the doorway, entering a short hallway, and the door slides shut behind you. The hallway is build like the room outside, with thick durasteel walls and heavy blastdoors sealing either end. A pair of soldiers break away from guard duty to escort you through the hallway's only other door. Whoever these guards are, Vor'en's practiced eye decides that they are certainly not imperials.

Once throught he hallway, you find yourselves in a small, battered hideout. The rooms are dim and musty, and the handful of people busy about their work seem haggard and worn. You pass several storage rooms, a small bunk room, and a radio shack, with a pair of earphoned techs intently adjusting some electronics equipment set up on a pair of shipping crates.

The guards stop and one of the knocks on a door. At the muffled acknowledgement from inside, the guard opens the door and ushers you into the small room.

An elderly woman stands behind a folding table spread with papers and maps. Beside her stand the Gamorrean, Human and Ranat, who you so recently met in the bar upstairs.

"So these must be Surool's friends," she says as you enter the room. "Well done boys, you can go back to your lookouts upstairs." The trio from the bar squeeze out of the room with murmured greetings and apologies.

"Deel has told me so much about you all. It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Major Esquerre of the Rebel Alliance."

 

[Arani Korden]

"Deel has told me so much about you all. It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Major Esquerre of the Rebel Alliance."

"Arani Korden. Freelance meddler."

Arani grins. "But I suppose you already knew that. Well, Major, you've taken a lot of trouble to bring us here, and it hasn't been a picnic for us either. So do we talk shop now, or do we have to show you the secret handshake?"

 

[Set Harth]

"Ha, I knew Deel was behind this, where is he, I have a promise to keep." Set glances about, half expecting to see Deel walk into the room.

 

[Pbartender]

"Ha, I knew Deel was behind this, where is he, I have a promise to keep." Set glances about, half expecting to see Deel walk into the room.

"Yes, indeed," the Major answers, "Mr. Surool is out at one of our warehouses, and I suspect you will be reunited with him shortly. You see, we've been stockpiling weapons and supplies for months here, with the goal of sending them along to sector headquarters. The only trouble is that with the Imperial occupation, we don't have anyone here who can pilot a ship well enough to run the blockade. We were expecting one of you... Rorworr? Kelko? ...to help us in that regard."

"You'll find Surool at Warehouse 73." She points to a spot on a map of the city laid out on the table. "He and Ganey should be there preparing a load of cargo. You will all then go to our ship, which is hidden in the forest outside the city. Take the ship, run the blockade and head for Rebel Sector Headquarters... The coordinates for the necessary hyperjumps should be programmed into the R2 unit assigned to the ship."

She pauses a moment to let that all sink in. "Any questions?"

 

[Pbartender]

She takes the resounding silence as answer to ther question. "Well then, if that'll be all..."

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

Assuming Arani has no objections, Vor'en will simply follow her lead (although he does make a mental note that Set will have to race him to see who gets to Deel first.

Then he remembers something.

"Our weapons. What did you do to them?"