Sing the Universe Song
Eu, Sir! On the Explosives!
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Euceron
Objectives:
1) Fight off the mercenaries & ne’er-do-wells.
2) Engage with the Ruling Powers, to negotiate.
3) Write a series of poems about your Mando’s weapon and armour. Awards given for best poem.
Location: Great Dordon Caves, Euceron
Objective: 1
Allies: Opposition
A knee-high creature with wiggly-waggly tail sat tapping his fuzzy feet on a metal crate in the mouth of a Great Dordon Cave. The big mountain-man who plopped Kanta Tukka on said crate groaned yet again, picked Kanta up by the scruff of his neck, and plunked him down facing outward.
“Gods dang! How many… never point an Akalenedat’ike toward you, when you’re doing business!” Dedric the Despicable grunted, trundling back into the cave tunnel proper.
“Why do you carry that thing around anyway? It’s a living nuisance.” Bicnker Abbotshubbin switched his rifle from one shoulder to the next, grimacing at the creature, who began tapping at the metal crate in a rhythmic and musical fashion.
“‘Cause they remember everything around them. Ev-er-y-thing. Best surveillance creatures in the galaxy and beyond, if you can stand their dancing. Hey! Kanta! Quit your noise!” Dedric sighed and pushed the datapad toward the collection of minor aides to the Ruling Power’s sixth member. “Transfer the credits, and the blasting mechanism’s’re yours. You want Eusebus and the caves to go boom, we want our credits. ”
“We want our credits, aloo alaaay
We want our credits, you haave to paaaaay
Foncy ponce tossed oh hiiim awaaaay
We want our credits, before we slaaaay
The loser that Raska who thinks he’s a player,
When he ain’t gonna see it coming for miiiles.” Kanta sang his little heart out, repeating words the big mountain Dedric used, when speaking about the minor aide, Raska.
“It’s a trap!” Raska flailed, as his three fellow aides yanked at hold out pistols, and a flimsy personal shield, which flickered when Raska hit the control. “Send in the troops!”
“Sir, the Mandalorian Botanical Expedition is further in! We can't send in the troops!”
“Good grief, don’t fire at them! They’re taking botanical data on a rare form of light refracting moss!”
“Not the planet’s only supply of Kelulla Moss! That’s endangered!”
“You guys’re fethin’ dumb! Bicner! Shut Kanta up!” Dedric batted the guns out of Raska and his compatriots’ hands as they bickered about Mandalorian love of moss? “Transfer my credits! Dang this was supposed to be an easy job. Cross a couple of double-crossing political types. But no. You have to go raging about moss! Transfer the credits!”
Bicner grinned and stalked toward the Akalenedat’ike, his rifle lowered to firing position. “Oh, I’ll shut it up alright.”
“Meep! Eeeeek! You no shut Kanta, Kanta warrior!” Kanta Tukka leapt off his perch, and raised his spear (made quite fashionably from bamboo and old coconut shells), then in a mad dash warbled a war cry and charged the rifle carrying man.
Accidentally stepping on the blaster charge, which detonated all the explosives laced through seventeen miles of the tunnels… directly toward the botanically minded Mandalorians.
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Euceron
Objectives:
1) Fight off the mercenaries & ne’er-do-wells.
2) Engage with the Ruling Powers, to negotiate.
3) Write a series of poems about your Mando’s weapon and armour. Awards given for best poem.
Location: Great Dordon Caves, Euceron
Objective: 1
Allies: Opposition
A knee-high creature with wiggly-waggly tail sat tapping his fuzzy feet on a metal crate in the mouth of a Great Dordon Cave. The big mountain-man who plopped Kanta Tukka on said crate groaned yet again, picked Kanta up by the scruff of his neck, and plunked him down facing outward.
“Gods dang! How many… never point an Akalenedat’ike toward you, when you’re doing business!” Dedric the Despicable grunted, trundling back into the cave tunnel proper.
“Why do you carry that thing around anyway? It’s a living nuisance.” Bicnker Abbotshubbin switched his rifle from one shoulder to the next, grimacing at the creature, who began tapping at the metal crate in a rhythmic and musical fashion.
“‘Cause they remember everything around them. Ev-er-y-thing. Best surveillance creatures in the galaxy and beyond, if you can stand their dancing. Hey! Kanta! Quit your noise!” Dedric sighed and pushed the datapad toward the collection of minor aides to the Ruling Power’s sixth member. “Transfer the credits, and the blasting mechanism’s’re yours. You want Eusebus and the caves to go boom, we want our credits. ”
“We want our credits, aloo alaaay
We want our credits, you haave to paaaaay
Foncy ponce tossed oh hiiim awaaaay
We want our credits, before we slaaaay
The loser that Raska who thinks he’s a player,
When he ain’t gonna see it coming for miiiles.” Kanta sang his little heart out, repeating words the big mountain Dedric used, when speaking about the minor aide, Raska.
“It’s a trap!” Raska flailed, as his three fellow aides yanked at hold out pistols, and a flimsy personal shield, which flickered when Raska hit the control. “Send in the troops!”
“Sir, the Mandalorian Botanical Expedition is further in! We can't send in the troops!”
“Good grief, don’t fire at them! They’re taking botanical data on a rare form of light refracting moss!”
“Not the planet’s only supply of Kelulla Moss! That’s endangered!”
“You guys’re fethin’ dumb! Bicner! Shut Kanta up!” Dedric batted the guns out of Raska and his compatriots’ hands as they bickered about Mandalorian love of moss? “Transfer my credits! Dang this was supposed to be an easy job. Cross a couple of double-crossing political types. But no. You have to go raging about moss! Transfer the credits!”
Bicner grinned and stalked toward the Akalenedat’ike, his rifle lowered to firing position. “Oh, I’ll shut it up alright.”
“Meep! Eeeeek! You no shut Kanta, Kanta warrior!” Kanta Tukka leapt off his perch, and raised his spear (made quite fashionably from bamboo and old coconut shells), then in a mad dash warbled a war cry and charged the rifle carrying man.
Accidentally stepping on the blaster charge, which detonated all the explosives laced through seventeen miles of the tunnels… directly toward the botanically minded Mandalorians.
