Lost Wonders
A wrinkled hand lifted up a small glass of poorly aged whiskey as a Rodian went flying across his table.
In all fairness, the vulgar bastard deserved it. When dining in an establishment such as this one, it was wise not to go around and start making comments about certain planets that were lost to the Bryn'adul. More often than not, an individual who lived on that planet was drowning their sorrows with the grimy, stained walls of the cantina. Drunken words were exchanged by the both of them. But sure enough, it was the Rodian who now lay unconscious on the floor, blood seeping from their nose. In his youth Kole would have checked on the person. Made sure they were alright...or even still alive. That time had come and passed. One could not become a successful historian if they became panicked at the sight of injury or danger. And from where he was sitting, the man could see that the individual would be fine. For the most part.
Yet Kole was not here to explore what's on tap and cheer on courageous drunkards. He was here to recruit. Word was beginning to spread of an old Silver Jedi Concord and Bryn'adul war site that had been discovered on the planet Yurb. Last anyone had heard, the planet was still riddled with active explosives, as if the battle was still going on. This deterred even the bravest scavenger. Through all of this though, a crime organization somehow managed to find a secure spot on the planet to set up shop. Called "The Exchange", they were tearing down old starships and selling their tech through the Black Market. Multiple camps had been set up all across the surface, allowing them to make quite the profit. But this is where things got interesting. According to one of Kole's underworld contacts, the organization was slowly losing its grip on Yurb. Numbers were growing thin. Guards became thin, security was becoming relaxed, thus leaving a few of these sites open to explore.
Now the aging spacer had no use in selling whatever technology was in there. The University of Coruscant paid him enough credits as is to live a comfortable life. This mission was purely for historical purposes. Kole hoped that there were still enough remnants of the war intact to be able to preserve them in museums all across the Core Worlds. A decades old war, now being taught about extensively in classrooms. It was a historian's dream. He would collect a certain number of items and store them on his ship, Fortune and Glory. There would still be plenty for the other crew members to take and do with as they please. To be honest, if it were up to Kole, he would be doing this by himself. But time was no longer a friend of the man, and he was not as spry as he used to be. The crews' payment would be whatever they choose to take, no questions asked.
So that is why he waited here, in the back of the cantina. Setting his whiskey glass back down, he just hoped that there would be some spacers brave enough to join him.
Hey y'all! This is a going to be a scavenger thread for all spacers/underworld types. It will involve flying to the planet Yurb and trying to collect as much technology as you can. Please remember that you'll still need permission to use any SJC/Bryn tech in other threads, but this can be an in-character reason that you wound up having that item! Both the wreckage site and The Exchange are things that I have helped create, so write with them however you want (within reason). There will be some light NPC opposition that I will help DM. Once on the surface though, y'all can take some control and decide how you want to fight them. All in all, this thread is here to help reignite interest in the Spacer Guild/Scar Worlds as a whole. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask!
Also big props to
Atlas Drake
,
Yula Perl
, and
Junker Jonn
for the Spacer Guild/Scar Worlds subs and art!
Also big props to
Atlas Drake
,
Yula Perl
, and
Junker Jonn
for the Spacer Guild/Scar Worlds subs and art!
