I have more news for you about our plan to escape Ryloth. It is expensive and labor-intensive (read: pain-in-the-ass) work to prepare a secret homestead for a hundred people. Even getting the initial food, equipment, and fuel gave me trouble. We decided to split up—the cargo ship with refugees headed to the uncharted planet while our crew took the Vo Witch to buy supplies.
As we were preparing to leave, a strapping young human named Dregan introduced himself. You’d have thought him attractive, except for his absurd metal collar. Not wanting to be rude, I immediately asked about his bizarre choice of accessory. He admitted it was a nuisance and I introduced him to WD. For some reason, WD seemed… reluctant to remove the collar, but he complied. We left Dregan with Ala (Naz’s sister) to help keep things running smoothly in our absense.
Our crew headed over to Bonadan where WD and Bandar had the arduous job of legally turning scrap—and a nexu corpse—into usable gear for the… well, soon-to-be settlers. Legal methods of trading bore me, so I went with Gav to learn more about his underworld connections. Naz and Stumpel came too; the latter was finally over his illness, but he was still irritable. Perhaps Klatooinians always look like that…
Gav determined he could get us a good deal on food supplies; we’d just have to meet his contact discreetly. So we found ourselves waiting in an open savannah. Stumpel and Naz had misgivings and prepared an ambush in case something went wrong, leaving Gav and me to meet the caravan. An espo met us and indicated which crates were ours to load into the Vo Witch. Even with the hover cart, it took the two of us ages. I became increasingly bitter towards Naz and Stumpel watching us work and cursed their forethought. We paid and the caravan trundled down the road. I did find a tracking device on a crate, and Gav recycled it immediately.
We returned to find that Bandar and WD did extraordinarily well— they converted ALL the junk to useable equipment! That’s a valuable skill I have no patience for. Feeling particularly proud about the lack of deadly incidents while shopping, we met up with the cargo ship. Dregan reported that two of the defecting espos tried to take control of the ship. Nobody had been killed and both espos were in cells. This may seem like nothing to you, Talik, but just remember how minor interactions with espos tend to be deadly when our crew is involved.
WD asked me unload the crates of food and I grudgingly obliged. After setting Ala up with food distribution I remembered the faulty locks that WD rigged—the two espos might escape! I hurried to the cells and found them empty. Rushing back up to the bridge, I ran into WD and Naz who explained that the espos escaped in a pod and it would be pointless to hunt them down. Droid and human then carried on their merry way. Odd, they usually didn’t go this long without arguing.
During the long journey, I helped prepare some structures for the settlers. They are very resourceful and work well together; they will be good partners for the homestead. We finally arrived at the planet and, with the help of the scanning droid, find a suitable place.
Talik, It is utterly beautiful. The homestead is nestled on a sheltered plateau with a waterfall cascading into a river. The ground is fertile and the air much crisper and cooler than Ryloth. It has potential for us… please spread the word with those you trust.
A word of caution… we did receive reports of some potentially dangerous creatures. Nothing to fret about, I expect. The settlers are resilient and industrious people—I’m sure they can handle anything with the help of some fencing and blasters.
That is, however, why I decided to leave with the Vo Witch’s crew. The settlers have the basics to begin farming but they require medical supplies and more protection. As much as I’d like to stay and get a feel for the planet, it’s important I make sure these guys stay on task. Not that I’m scared to stay on this uncharted planet with desperate humans up against who-knows-what… but I must complete the more difficult job of procuring supplies. When we come back and if the humans are
still alive still wanting to settle here, then I will send for you and other Twi’lek to join us.
Leaving the settlers with most everything they needed and a protected area, we could finally return the cargo ship to Maryo. We sent it ahead with M8 piloting (I was hoping he would hijack it and I’d NEVER see either again.)
We couldn’t afford the cost of fuel… so we hatched a crazy plan to steal mineral water from R’alla and transport it through the “Rampa Rapids” to Rampa II. Sounded like a quick way to make some credits, so I happily agreed.
WD and I constructed fake credentials that allowed Naz to fly us right alongside the other ships and simply fill up with water. Just as the Vo Witch filled completely, we were ordered by a large ship to cease our actions and land. That was Naz’s cue to take off.
Smaller ships began to fire upon us. Bandar leaped into the copilot seat. Stumpel headed up to the top gunnery and Gav yelled at me to take over the lower gunnery. You need to try firing ship’s guns! I’m clearly a natural as I blasted ships right out of the air! It was chaos, but we escape into hyperspace. Exhilarated, I headed up to the cockpit where I nearly keeled over laughing at Gav whose face was comically reddened from burst blood vessels. How next will he injure himself?!
WD was yelling something from the bowels of the ship where smoke wafted up, but I wanted to watch Stumpel and Naz pilot us through the infamous rapids.
Rapids? More like ‘Rampa riffles.’
The Vo Witch effortlessly made it to Rampa II. We fortuitously found ourselves hailed by a figure who paid us with a chest-full of credits for lousy water. I was itching to get my hands on that money, but Gav elbowed his way through and proceeded to count it. Damn. Wish that had been my job.
I trudged back to the cockpit as Naz and Stumpel continued to glide through the rapids, no problem. Naz lazily took a long drag and scattered ash onto his lap. As he muttered “shit” and looked down <bam> we hit a mine. Regaining my balance, I briefly saw Stumpel shoot a disgusted look at Naz. WD, smoking slightly, hurried up to the cockpit and we astogated our way out of there.
We finally rendezvoused with M8 and the cargo ship near Maryo. Damn. But after much discussion, we decided honesty might be best in dealing with this late delivery. Perhaps we can charm the socks off the owner and muddle our way though with diplomacy and feigned regret.
And that’s where we are now. Waiting to be boarded by the ship’s owner and explain ourselves. Nothing was happening, so I left the guys and came up here to the bridge to finish this letter to you.
All this waiting is making me anxious.