It turns out the droid is an asshole.
It couldn’t recognize the beauty of my ship. Told me it would take years to get it to fly. If I had wanted a smart ass droid, I’d have made one myself… AND IT WOULD FLY IF I WANTED IT TO!
I need some herb.
Did I mention the new crew member smells? I think he’s a good negotiator, and will add value to the crew, but BOY HOWDY… he smells like the carcas of a sea serpent washed up on shore. I think it’s the dry air. I’m going to need to get a humidifier installed on the ship, or have my smeller removed.
Once we had the hideout all situated-like, we took off to go meet the family. My sister was not too happy I dropped in with a gaggle of freaks. I’m sure the smell did not help. I mean, we live on a junk planet, and I can still smell this guy.
No one else seems to care.
My sister mentioned Rapata’s gang was causing a lot of trouble lately, and people were disappearing. We’d seen the gang on our way over. I wanted to avoid another row with these guys (Rapata and I had history), but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.
There were several swoops sitting out front of the local watering hole. Stumped took out the lookout, and i told Bolts to take out the brakes on the gangs’ speeders…. all except one. Fishhead and i got on, and I revved up the engine. I took out two thugs as we sped off.
A chase was on
We sped through the towering hills of junk. Several of the gang bit it right away, but one managed to negotiate the corners without brakes… so I headed for the largest acid pond nearby. I cranked the swoop’s speed up as far as it could go and headed straight for the pond… slammed on the brakes and swerved at the last possible moment.
We swerved. He didn’t.
The swoop made it quite a ways across the pond before it started to sink. Then, the screaming started.
What a beautiful sight.
When we got back to town Stumpel and Gav were already interrogating the lookout. It took us awhile, but we got what we needed. I took out my duct tape, and we taped the guy to a piece of junk.
“We’ll come back for you later…” i told him. Maybe.
We headed out to a place where some sort of exchange was happening between Rapata’s gang and a third party. We arrived before the gang and took a look around. There was a shelter with a beacon, but no prisoners. We decided to hide and wait.
It wasn’t long before we heard the roar of several swoops and speeders coming throug the canyons of junk. Sure enough, there was a speeder carrying a cage full of townsfolk. The gang was slaving!
I got real heated.
We waited until they got in close, and then BLAM! We took them all out. Glorious!
We had liberated some potential slaves, and laid waste to a good chunk of a gang I’d despised for years.
Then, I heard a beep, beep, beeping. I looked at the beacon. The red light was blinking.
They pushed the button.
I looked up as a large ship roared into view.