RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
OOC: This will be a DM'ed adventure, that will tie into another thread I am currently running. come in any time, anywhere and enjoy.
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Nar Shaddaa
The Womprat Cantina
A lot of adventures started off in a Cantina it seemed, but this adventure was a mite different. This time her employer had wanted something extra from her, and she'd had to double down on keeping her mouth shut. Also she still owed Gala the Hutt over a million in creds. which basically made her his servant.
In the center of the Cantina was where she waited, lever action shotgun on the wooden counter, sipping an old fashioned whiskey with her hair down. Her thoughts drifted to Nathan for a moment. The man she yearned to be with, but could not.
Alas two different lives.
And then her focus came back to the fore as Arden her Zabrak Smuggler companion slapped down an data pad.
"Look at these figures Catherine! Last job cost us so karking much, could barely pay Gala and make ship repairs."
Catherine eyed the pad and shoved it away, taking another sip.
"Not to worry, got us another job."
"Ahh which is?"
"Secret. Super secret. but between you and me, we're hauling a live virus."
The Zabrak scratched his head and grumbled.
"I'm not liking the sound of this at all Catherine. Why the hell-"
"Shh. Secret, besides if we don't start doubling up, I'll have a bounty so big on my head, I won't be able to go within a thousand par secs of a civillized system."
"Right."
Across the holo net and in merc drop boxes they'd left an add. It read the following
"Time to go then?"
She nodded, slamming down her last credit chip, and slinging the shotgun over her shoulder cowboy style.
"Ya. You got the fuel and arms on board?"
"Been done. Let's blow this joint."
And they did, arriving at their docking bay to see what they had drug in!
Tag your location and Side. Only tag people you are directly interacting with.
Nar Shaddaa
The Womprat Cantina
A lot of adventures started off in a Cantina it seemed, but this adventure was a mite different. This time her employer had wanted something extra from her, and she'd had to double down on keeping her mouth shut. Also she still owed Gala the Hutt over a million in creds. which basically made her his servant.
In the center of the Cantina was where she waited, lever action shotgun on the wooden counter, sipping an old fashioned whiskey with her hair down. Her thoughts drifted to Nathan for a moment. The man she yearned to be with, but could not.
Alas two different lives.
And then her focus came back to the fore as Arden her Zabrak Smuggler companion slapped down an data pad.
"Look at these figures Catherine! Last job cost us so karking much, could barely pay Gala and make ship repairs."
Catherine eyed the pad and shoved it away, taking another sip.
"Not to worry, got us another job."
"Ahh which is?"
"Secret. Super secret. but between you and me, we're hauling a live virus."
The Zabrak scratched his head and grumbled.
"I'm not liking the sound of this at all Catherine. Why the hell-"
"Shh. Secret, besides if we don't start doubling up, I'll have a bounty so big on my head, I won't be able to go within a thousand par secs of a civillized system."
"Right."
Across the holo net and in merc drop boxes they'd left an add. It read the following
- Crew Needed for Long Haul.
- Nar Shaddaa to The Wheel
- Hefty pay
- Ask no Questions
- Meet at docking bay 66
- Travelling a backwater route
- Pirates a probability
- Nebulae a definite
"Time to go then?"
She nodded, slamming down her last credit chip, and slinging the shotgun over her shoulder cowboy style.
"Ya. You got the fuel and arms on board?"
"Been done. Let's blow this joint."
And they did, arriving at their docking bay to see what they had drug in!