Got on with a new crew. Like ‘em so far. Better than the karking bunch of idiots I’d been running with.
The pilot and captain of the cruiser we’re running on is pretty solid, has a good handle on ship. She seems a bit burdened by some family issues, but hell, her family is where the ship came from, and is in surprising good condition, so I’m sure as druk not going to complain. We’ve all got our own ghosts to deal with.
Speaking of ghosts, another one of our crew is a Bothan. I think she was a member of the BSN, or I at least assume so. She seems haunted too. I can’t say I fully trust her motives, but that’s what makes me trust her as a spy. She’s a good scout and gets good intel so she’s fine with me.
Damndest thing, there’s a Wookie with us and I’m taller than she is. Surprisingly advantageous having her, good with computers and a solid sneak. Never new Wookies could be stealthy, but being natural hunters I guess it makes since.
We even have a politician on board. Didn’t get why at first. What use would he be? Turns out I’m awfully glad he’s around. This ship needs a good strong leader and it ain’t gonna be me. I’ll shoot, I’ll fly, I’ll kill, I’ll give orders in battle if I have to, but I’m no leader. Never have been, don’t intend to be. This guy though, has a natural air of authority about him, quick talker too. Don’t trust a word coming out of his mouth to be true, but I do trust him to keep his best interests in mind so lets hope our interests stay aligned.
Finally, there’s a bantha-karking separatist battle droid on board. Couldn’t believe it at first, who would want that kind of risk on board with the Imps checking every other ship that enters a sector? But, it… he… whatever, is going to be real handy in fight, could probably rip a wookie’s arms off if it wanted to. I probably shouldn’t, but I trust this one more than any other of the crew. It’s only been conscious for a year or so, and who knows what kind of programming lies deep within it’s processor, but one thing I know about battle droids, they follow orders, to the T, every time. Suppose I should harbor some sort of resentment against it, but the droids weren’t the ones that betrayed us. They weren’t the ones that killed the Jedi. Besides, I can’t wait to see this thing in a fight.
Got our first job. Mercy mission to Chad, a massive tsunami ripped most of their cities apart and they had some plague on top of it all. We took food and supplies and got paid decent money on top of it. Started out as an easy job, but thing about easy jobs, they never are. First thing once we enter the system, karking imps stop us and board. Pretentious vrelt of an officer didn’t even ask permission to board, and it was all I could do not to open fire as soon as they stepped aboard. Would’ve if it weren’t for the rest of the crew. Said there was a Citadel cruiser pirating around this system. It’s always something. Took up a good hunk of time but left without much of a trouble, I think the officer got slick-talked and probably bribed by our resident glad-hander, I knew that guy was going to come in handy.
Finally got to Chad. Minions of Xendor, what a mess! Massive destruction among the coastal cities and a damaged reactor threatening to go critical. I honestly didn’t think we would be much of any help, but we couldn’t hail whomever we were supposed to deliver the goods to, too much comm chatter. So, we helped out and actually did a fair amount of good. Cleared some wreckage, saved some sentients, stopped the reactor from blowing us all to the Maw… I have to say, I wasn’t sure about this crew, but now, for the first time in a very long time, I’m proud of the company I’m keeping. I haven’t seen that kind of altruism since the Jedi. It’s a good feeling.
Turns out it was a good thing we bothered to help too. The recipients of our cargo weren’t answering our hail because of the same Citadel Cruiser that got us pulled over by the Imps. They need to be taken care of, all this helping has got my trigger finger feeling awfully itchy.
Took a short rest after we delivered our cargo. We’ve decided to do something about our pirate friends. Amongst the wreckage we found ourselves an ARC-170, a relic and damaged, but we got it fixed up enough to fly and shoot. I never flew one in Clone Wars, but I’m more than familiar with it.
So, to deal with the Pirates our local Supreme-Chancellor-to-be politician came up with quite the plan. We broadcasted that we were going on a PR tour, that he would be shaking hands and tentacles, kissing babies and broodings, that sort of crap. We broadcasted our “itinerary” and headed off toward a colony on the out skirts of a small asteroid belt near by, where Sly and I lay in wait in the ARC. The pirates took the bait all right and a good ol’ dog fight broke out. Good fun really, hadn’t piloted my own fighter since the war and it sure felt good to be at it again for a decent cause. Maybe I’m crazy, or getting old, I know I’m not sensitive to it, but I swear I felt the force with me, guiding me to blast those sons of rancors. We managed to disable the ship, and in one final attempt to make sure they were good and disabled, the wookie fired a missile, said it was supposed to disable their life support or something. Sure did, blew the whole damn thing to oblivion, sure wasn’t gonna support much life after that.
We collected a bounty on the pirates, from the same karking Imp that boarded us thinking we were them. HAHA, dumb vrelt. Headed back to our port of call. Good mission all and all. Lets hope we get another one.