Boost Scar Worlds: Graymarket Run (Scar Worlds, Rimward Trade League, Darkwire, Hutt Space Consortium)

[Koda Fett]

NAR KAAGA

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In another room, the music thrummed - it echoed into their own room, faint, albeit there nonetheless as the reverberations had made that much clear. Decorated in a rather exotic taste, it came as no shock to see the rather obese worm that was Orotta the Hutt nestled into his custom-made throne; his mass was never to fit one made to be so standard, Fett mused in the moment. Scattered about the various walls had been mounted heads of beasts from far off worlds, and the series of 'soldiers' that hailed from the local territories. Nikto, Klatoonian, the more common of the Hutt warbands, with the odd dash of a Rodian, even a Nautolan far from Glee Anselm.​

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<I have more undesirable news,> the Hutt said to the turned back of the Mandalorian mid-stride, his helmeted head turned over his armoured shoulder to see the distressed features of Orotta. <In our absence on the Varl Station, that Shell Hutt... Grotua, he has had abducted my beloved!>​

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He watched as the saliva soared from his mouth in all that bitterness, most dribbled down his chin. He turned in full to face the Hutt.​

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<I'll match whatever rate is desired to see her returned to me,> he rattled off in Huttese. <Go to Circumtore and show that fool that no one can steal from me and live to tell of it!>​

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"Then I want double my usual rate," Fett answered, far more calmer than the frantic haze that Orotta chattered in.​

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The Hutt recoiled at the mere mention of it, struck clear from his furious mood to one of shock. <You cannot be serious, Fett. You rate is ridiculous as it is, I am a fair man but that is far too much. Even for me!>​

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The Mandalorian moved for the exit, "Find someone else, then."​

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Orotta threw his arms in the air, or what measured for 'threw' and 'air' for one with his mass. <Fine! Fine. Double it is.>​

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Beside the Hutt, a Chadra-Fan on a raised level set his small hands to work on a terminal. He muttered a few faint words into the ear of the Twi'lek that stood even closer to Orotta. The Twi'lek, in turn, relayed to the Hutt, and to Fett, that all the relevant information had been transferred to the Spear III.​

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TRADE POINTS LOG

• New Hex (Nar Kaaga) +1
  • Trade Goods +1 (Information)

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Day 0 - Hour 8

Bored and flying low,
Writes bad poetry about,
A Swampy Armpit.

- Cassus Akovin

TRADE POINTS LOG

1. New hex (Bakura/Ast Kikorie): 1pt
   • Criminally entering Eternal Empire Territory: +3pts
   • "Chutzpah": 1pt
2. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+1): 1pt
   • Dubbing This Hex "Triam's Peaks"
3. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+2): 1pt
   • Dubbing This Hex "Swoop Flats"
4. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+3): 1pt
   1. Dubbing This Hex "Swampy Armpit"

TOTAL: 8

JOURNEY

Spoiler: Through the Nether

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

NESPIS VIII​

Aeshi leaned back into the seat, watching the stars stretch into the blue streaks of hyperspace as she headed towards the Nespis system, or the Auril system, depending on who you asked. Way back when, there had been an orbital city, but legend said it had been destroyed, but then the Vong had rebuilt it. Still, there was salvage there, scattered around the system, even despite the new one. Perhaps even some data fragments of the old Jedi library.

That would be interesting, perhaps there would be some buyers. She leaned over and adjusted the ship comms, changing to the encrypted darknet channels.

"Starwalker to Underground and Praxeum. Starwalker to Underground and Praxeum. Any intel on Sith or Imperial activity in the Scar Worlds? En route to ancient Jedi library and may be able to make some trade for old datacards. Buying?"

With the message sent, she leaned back again, and hit the comm to the refugees. "We're clear of imps for now. Feel free to make yourselves comfortable."

It wasn't a too long trip, so she pulled up the updated navcomp data, scrolling through it to gauge a better sense of what worlds she could be taking.

Some time later, they dropped out of hyperspace, and she could just make out the shining shape of the massive space city. They quickly docked and the refugees disappeared into the crowds, able to start a new life here and eventually identify those friendly to the Underground's cause. Perhaps even a new cell, eventually.

She gave them a salute from the boarding ramp and headed down a side corridor, hand resting lightly on her holster as she moved through the shadows, until she found what she was looking for. A dingy-looking cantina with a few toughs lurking outside. They gave her a once-over, studying the massive slugthrower on her hip, and stepped aside.

Aeshi pushed past them into the familiar stale scent of cigarra smoke, spice, and unwashed bodies. She strode up to the bar and leaned against it, speaking softly to the bartender.

"High-quality Centares foodstuffs for any... salvaged datacards from the old library."

The bartender frowned his four eyes, looking over the room before nodding. "One minute," the burly alien wheezed.

Aeshi nodded, and leaned back against the bar, watching the milling crowds. It wasn't long before the bartender returned, sliding a flimsipast slip across the bar. Instructions. She nodded, slid some talons across the bar, and departed.

Not long before she had followed the instructions, delivering the food and taking a small pack of datacards, and a collection of antiquities for collectors.




Trade Point Log:
New Hex (Centares): +1
Trade Goods from Planet (Foodstuffs): +1
Smuggling Refugees and Intel: +3
have an extra point for using your own established trading post: +1
New Hex (Nespis VII): +1
Trade Goods (-Foodstuffs, +salvaged Jedi datacards and relics): +1

 

[Koda Fett]

CIRCUMTORE

He shuffled forwards across the streel floor, the ventilated bodies remained motionless bar from the remnants of the scorch and steam that fled them. Fett fired once more, the thud of another struck the floor as a few final faint remarks left the snouted mouth of the Rodian. He twisted to his side as a blue bolt reflected in his T-visor, before a red one was sent in return enmasse and struck the Ithorian. His riddled sack of meat fell the hardest, and into some furniture that crumbled beneath the sheer mass.

"It's over." Fett announced to the far end of the room as he continued to saunter forwards, not even a mere second of attention cast onto the window that revealed the rest of the circular Circumtore. The Shell Hutts made this their home, them and all their armoured fat frames stuck beneath it. "It's worse if I have to come in there." He threatened, his movements slowed and came to a halt - his blaster aimed from his waist.

It took a few moments of careful consideration before a thin Devaronian stumbled into view. His hands raised beside his one-horned head, the other sawed off for one reason or another. His attire was of a finer make, even if the bottom of it collected all sorts of dust and muck as it washed itself over the floor. "I swear," he murmured, "I have no idea where Grotua is."

The Mandalorian tilted his head to the side, "Too late for lies now." He could see the sweat bead form on his brow.

"He left without so much as a word! He's been a different Hutt since he found Puddezz," his forearm removed that same bead as he wet his mouth, "He vanished, and these men could attest to that... if even one were alive to do so..." His voice shook with each syllable that came from it.

"I said it's too late for that, worm." Fett raised the blaster and set the barrel onto the man's forehead, "Zorba sold you out."

His arms raised themselves in surrender, whatever fear was evident earlier increased tenfold now. He screamed out, as if on instinct; "Nar Shaddaa!"

TRADE POINTS LOG

• New Hex (Nar Kaaga) +1
  • Trade Goods (Information) +1
• New Hex (Circumtore) +1
  • Trade Goods (Information) +1

Total: 4 PTS

 

[Cass Gemini]

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Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Location: Mon Cala
Tags:

Ten thousand gallons of Tempura batter? What in Ashlas name would the Quarrians want with that? But they wanted it and the creamey slurry now filled to cargo tanks in her ship. The stuff was to look at, sloshing about back there, but it wasn't about that, it was about the money and Cass was getting paid well in delivery.

As she came in to land at a Quarren out post she saw a lot of excited Quarren hunters getting their tools ready to go fishing, and the market stalls all came quickly to get their share of the batter. She didn't have time to stick around for the celebration, but it looked like someone was dining well tonight.

Trade points (previous total 12+1ftb)
New hex +1
Delivery Tempura batter to Quarrens on Mon Cala +1


Total 14 + 1ftb

 

[Cass Gemini]

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Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Location: Sanctuary
Tags:

Cass had never much liked the planet of Mon Cala, their ships were too tough to fight with decentralised systems making them hard to disable, but she had an excellent repository of details on them just in case. She headed south again towards Sanctuary.

"Cass! watch out!" screamed Pix, just in time for the shock wave of a supernova to hit them, bombarding them with fast decaying tachyon particles. Cass thought nothing of it, and continued on to Sanctuary. She arrived with her shipment of foodstuff and noone was expecting her, they said their next food delivery was in about 2 months at the start of 10BBY, that was strange? Looking in to it, Cass had been propelled nearly 900 years into the past, but her computers told her in only 4 hours the tachyons would decay and she would be propelled back to her own time.

They pleaded with the woman, give them something to fight the empire, their ships were fragile and they couldn't keep up with the Imperials. So Cass thought, they were already using Mon Cala warships, why not dial it up to Eleven. She traded the schematics of several futuristic pieces of Mon Cala technology. Hopefully this would give them the edge they needed. She wondered how many laws she had just broken, but apparently the Empire were a little unpleasant, so she was happy to help.

She watched as the galaxy changed once again and she was back in her own time, orbiting Sacntuary.

Trade points (previous total 14+1ftb)
New hex +1
Delivery of Mon Cala ship plans +1
Established secret port (port only caters to imperial rebels) +2
Smuggling information to Rebel cell +3


Total 21 + 1ftb

 

[Sly Chance]

"Been looking forward to this for a long time, Kyros."

Sly tilted his hat and grinned.

"I'll bet you have."

Before anyone could react, a heavy blaster appeared in the duros' hand. He gunned down two of the Shell Hutt mercenaries while swiping their camtono. This spice deal may have been a set up, but the credits were real. Typical Hutt overconfidence. Blaster bolts created a shower of sparks all around him.

"Pardon me, little lady."

He emerged from the spice den nearly knocking over a withered old aqualish merchant. Time was pressing yet Kyros paused just long enough to help her across the bustling city streets. It cost him a clean escape. The smuggler traded shots with his pursuers and pandemonium broke loose. Fleeing crowds saved his life. Kyros allowed himself to be caught up in the stampede quickly losing sight of anyone foolhardy enough to give chase.

"Get me to the spaceport," he hailed down an aircab, "Step on it!"

TRADE POINTS LOG

• New Hex (Lyran IV/Gamorr) +1
  • Trade Goods (Bloodslugs) +1
  • Black Market (Lyran IV) +2
  • Border Smuggling (Enclave) +3
• New Hex (Gamorr/Syvris) +1
  • Trade Goods (Mercenaries) +1
  • Shadowport (Syvris) +2
• New Hex (Syvris/Hollastin) +1
  • Trade Goods (Spice) +1

 

[Sly Chance]

Nursing another hangover on Rorak 5. Kyros tried to flush his system out with cigarra smoke. Concord justice didn't exactly terrify him but hauling disruptors over their border was still a dangerous business. It merited a little celebration. Now there were deals to be made. Places like this were difficult to eradicate. Hutt Space still thrived on all kinds of commerce, even the Jedi were troubled sorting legitimate trade from corruption.

"Something wrong with your pay?" the colicoid arms dealer asked him, "Our business is concluded."

"Heard you're looking to move some kyber."

"Kyber trade is restricted," it spoke in crude basic punctuated by clicks.

"So are disruptors," Sly pointed out, "Got a buyer lined up?"

"There...might be interest on Outland Station."

A few hours later Captain Kyros paid the proper bribes to have several camtonos of kyber loaded into his yacht's cargo hold. Hyperfuel inflation was getting out of control, so he'd need the extra credits from these shady jobs if the smuggler was going to reach Draemidus Prime.

TRADE POINTS LOG

Spoiler

• New Hex (Lyran IV/Gamorr) +1
  • Trade Goods (Bloodslugs) +1
  • Black Market (Lyran IV) +2
  • Border Smuggling (Enclave) +3
• New Hex (Gamorr/Syvris) +1
  • Trade Goods (Mercenaries) +1
  • Shadowport (Syvris) +2
• New Hex (Syvris/Hollastin) +1
  • Trade Goods (Spice) +1
• New Hex (Hollastin/Rorak 4) +1
  • Trade Goods (Disruptors) +1​
  • Shadowport (Rorak 5) +2​
  • Border Smuggling (Concord) +3​

Current Total +20

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Day 0 - Hour 9

Cassus could see his immediate goal now, the Hypergate to Tirahnn, a bustling trade world ruled by merchant princes. Ist-Ist mentioned he would have more to pick up there and could refuel or restock on supplies without question. An enclave of his people lived there in the underbelly of the planet, seeking to root out the oligarchy's power there. He found it strange that he was only going there to pick up, but he didn't question it. Whatever was in the black box wasn't for him to know, and he trusted Ist-Ist enough to know he was fighting the real fight. Just because his war wasn't on Denon, didn't make his struggles any less valid. Corpos were everywhere, called by different names maybe, but all just as bad as the CAD Direx Board.

However, as Cassus was flying towards the Hypergate, the ground far below him started to disappear. Normally, flying over a gap was no big deal, no different than asteroid hopping. Except, the void below him... it called to him.

Sense of direction began to lose meaning, as the only direction that mattered was down... or was it up?

No, it was inward, the outward didn't matter. Give in.

Cassus closed his eyes and quickly engaged retro thrusters, pushing him back from where he came, and surprisingly he impacted the top of the cliff and slid into a forest of dead trees.

Opening his eyes and panting, he looked around aiming his cannon on anything that moved.




But there was nothing. He was alone.

"Damn," He said softly to himself as it looked across the now frightening chasm between him and the Hypergate.

"Not doing that again." He said with a shaken voice and decided to walk for a while, not really trusting flight so close to the edge...


TRADE POINTS LOG

1. New hex (Bakura/Ast Kikorie): 1pt
   • Criminally entering Eternal Empire Territory: +3pts
   • "Chutzpah": 1pt
2. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+1): 1pt
   • Dubbing This Hex "Triam's Peaks"
3. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+2): 1pt
   • Dubbing This Hex "Swoop Flats"
4. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+3): 1pt
   • Dubbing This Hex "Swampy Armpit"
5. New hex (Bakura Hypergate+4): 1pt
   • Dubbing This Hex "Eerie Chasm Forest"

TOTAL: 9

JOURNEY

Spoiler: Through the Nether

 

[Zolasha Tyrin]

Incoming Transmission
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Equipment: In Bio
Tags: Cass Gemini
Having to pause her work due to the interference of technology never sat well with Zolasha. Though she was a 'princess' now, it seemed she spent far more of her time caring for ecology and preservation of life than politics. It was something she was very thankful for her Goddess in allowing her to do. Within the confines of her garden, she was currently shaping a series of shrubs into the shape of her beloved Goddess Hanaya Enzar , when a transmission reached her. Halting her work, she scowled, moving towards the intrusive beeping sound emanating from her console, and was pleasantly surprised at what she saw. It seemed the little bounty they had put out was answered, as several data caches began to be received from the contact. She smiled, sitting down at the console and starting the process of uncovering the data.

Least she'd have some good news for Hanaya, and perhaps some ideas on the flower arrangements for the future wedding.

 

[Vooltroo]

Little bit of work. He had his destination, but it really wasn't the whole point and purpose of this trip was it? No. Mother Jungle grew at her own pace. And while sometimes there were reasons to direct the growth, it was not up to any one individual to speed themselves along. Vooltroo didn't operate for credits, nor flan, nor talons, but for more leaves, more trees, more plants and helping others.

If he could help any one person with his trip, more than they had received prior, then he was doing very well. What the Ithorian was doing now, was helping others. It was what the Pilgrim wanted. If he could not heal people specifically, he was going to heal worlds. And from there, heal the people. His small hership, the Jungle Vine was on its own now.

"This one thanks you, Chaser." The Ithorian stated as the ship pointed itself to jump out of Silver space. Sev Tok was another world with an important location nearby. That was the hypergate. Had he any goal to use it? No. But Sev Tok had its own issues. A herdship was not altogether unsuited for helping with a small rescue. But with the beacons that were out, Vooltroo.

"This vessel, the Jungle Vine hears your call. We are on the way. A herdship. We are not a refugee rescue but we can lift you out of there." Said Vooltroo, seeing the call, that their local ground vessel was damaged and they were needing assistance. And while he had good to trade, and seeds to deliver, he did not have a pressing time table.

Not one that would prevent him from being helpful. Who said the Scar Worlds were full of villains?



TRADE LOG:

(3)

New Hex: Sev Tok +1