Smuggler's Paradise [Outer Rim Coalition and open]

[Jorus Merrill]

(Source: Vadim Sadovsky)​

The Sharukan-controlled moon called Pathelon has a problem: a trade dispute, for reasons too boring to enumerate. What matters is that system defense and planetary customs forces no longer permit shipments of offworld meat. The largely human population of Pathelon isn't starving, but folks will play top wupiupi for nerf cutlets and banthaburgers.

To make matters worse, the annual Pathelonese Freedom Festival is on the horizon. Traditional Pathelonese barbecues cannot take place without meat. If the precious cargo arrives, the Pathelonese will engage in peaceful civil disobedience through freedom barbecues. If the meat doesn't get through, Pathelon may well descend into riots. The fate of a world rests on your ability to get the precious cargo past the Sharuka to your brokers on the surface. But be warned: Sharukan inspection teams, scanners, and patrol ships require you to dig through your bag of tricks more than you ever have before.

And yet Pathelon must have its meat, or all is lost.


LOCATIONS (plz to tag)

• Pathelon has RINGS, dangerous and lightly patrolled
• Pathelon orbits a GAS GIANT, dangerous and lightly patrolled
• Pathelon has a tiny MOON of its own, known as CARNITAS, where the Sharuka keep their starfighters
• Pathelon has a SURFACE, if you get that far

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[Kaia Starchaser]

Edge of System

The Forerunner-class exploration vessel was dropping a few teams from Starchaser Enterprises off at the new moon, Pathelon. Apparently this world was a bit unsettled ont heir whole… meat supply. A few simple deals had filled the exploration vessel, the fastest vessel barring the personal Starchaser vessels. But this was no simple case of someone needing a burger. This was big game hunting.

Or the lack of big game to be hunted. Kaia shook her head as she looked out on the stars. They had recently formed back in from the tunnel of hyperspace. She could make the run in the Pulsar and probably get to the planet, but… that would be a few different runs and she was not feeling that bit.

No. She wanted to make a grand entrance here. Unsure if anyone else was here, she was keeping the sensors low and pushing forward on sublight speeds. She wanted to get a feel for the gravity round here, and see where the troubles were.

She knew meat was … frowned upon rightnow.

And that was a problem.

 

[Victor Thrash]

Edge of System - Headed towards the Rings

The Avalon dropped out of hyperspace near the edge of the system, its smuggler bays and cargo hold filled with as much meat as she could carry. Nerf, Wagyu, Bantha, you name it. If it was legal and easily obtained Galen had it stashed away somewhere on his ship. The only problem was, that as far as smuggler ships went, his wasn't very stealthy. In fact, it had exactly two ship stealth systems on board; a signal jammer and several fake transponders. Other than that, Galen relied on old tricks to move his merch around the Galaxy.

Smuggler's holds and a whole lot of bantha poodoo.

The meat sitting in the Cargo hold was hidden with one of the oldest tricks in the book, containers fitted with devices to fool scanners into thinking they were just weapons, which ironically considering the planet's near breaking point, were more welcome than the loads of fresh meat on the Heavy Freighter.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Galen leaned back in his chair and sighed, his mandibles flaring open as the air forced its way out of the sides of his jaw. If worst came to worst he could always outrun the Sharukan. Creepy people they were. He brought his ship towards the planet. The rings would be dangerous, but he had to get through them first and as an added bonus they were probably lightly patrolled due to the debris.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Galen Arterius"]

CARNITAS ORBIT

The Sharukan customs team boarded the S.S. Damselfly without politesse. Lean, snooty, blue-skinned humanoids - Jorus had expected that much from firsthand accounts. He had not, however, expected their general toothiness. For vegetarians, they sure looked capable in the dentition department. Their homeworld must've had some seriously tough veggies.

A Sharukan officer eyed him at relatively close range, grumbling in a language Jorus didn't know. A blue-painted protocol droid ahemmed.

"Import of livestock is not permitted at this time, human Merrill."

"My hand to Vahl, man, these ain't livestock. This here is one fully accredited, prepaid, spayed, neutered, dewormed, tagged, cropped, and groomed passel of purebreds for the grog show."

So what if grog meat was perfectly edible with enough hot sauce?

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Galen Arterius"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"]


Approaching....

There were a few hiccups.

Loose Nerfs running around a cargo bay was one. Terrik stroked his beard, a smirk on his face. Clad in blue trousers and jacket with the name of his beloved vessel stitched across the front of them, he was an average joe with a beard. A very neatly groomed beard. An currently he was watching his cremate Sezal their Jawa mechanic try and round up the damn nerfs as their hot shot pilot blasted towards a picket patrol.

"Thisa funny to yousa?"

"Kind of Nar nar. You got any ointment for Jawas in case he gets trampled?"

The Gungan Medic gave him a sidlong look. A weird fishy look.

"What? Just trying to make light of the situation."

A Nerf trampled Sezal, just as expected. The poor little guy was hanging on for life as he dangled from the beasts harness.

"This ship ain't that big. He cant go far." Terrik reassured...... "I Hope."

On cue Krath Sanders his Pilot whirled and removed his ball cap, running a hand through his sandy short hair.

"Well they got us now Cap. Got the manifest ready?"

"Chit no. We still got Nerfs on the loose!"

"Shall I terminate them Sir?"

Terrik glanced to HK-134's rusted orange chassis.

"No that won't be necessary. Besides we talked about this. You can't kill everyone you meet HK. Spoils a reputation you know."

"Does not compute. Parameters wrong Captain. My function is to kill. Thats what you hired me for."

"Cap?" Krath asked.

"Yea yea. Worlick, HK, Nar Nar round up the damn nerfs. Guess the funs over."

He whirled on his heels with a gleam in his eye and snapped his data pad to life.

"Alright Krath. How far out are we?"

"Close."

"Like lasers blowing a hole in my rust bucket of a ship close?"

"Almost."

"Feth ok..... open a channel."