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 ##Begin Log## Captains Log, entry #004 Stardate: Hours of grey, sep-infested wasteland from the next village. I got back to Viidu's feeling a little better after my good deeds at the Point. My good mood lasted until I hit the warehouse floor.    That sounded like my cue.  quote:Syreena: Captain, thank goodness. I could use your help here.  That could've gone a lot worse than it did. Viidu'd been understanding so far, but something told me a shoot-out in his warehouse over his girl might've stretched his goodwill. Knowing my luck at the moment I'd have just ended up breaking something Viidu was holding for the Hutt cartel. quote:Syreena: Thank you for stepping in, Captain. I was so frightened. About this time a million red flags popped up along the horizon, but for some drat reason I can't help but make life more interesting for myself. She's an obvious schmoozer, but who doesn't like to be schmoozed from time to time?  quote:Syreena: I... I can't do that to Viidu right now. Maybe when the danger is past... Okay, so I'm a bastard for flirting with Viidu's girl if we're all alive in a few days for him to be mad about it, I'll point out who just saved our collective asses from Rogun the Not So Nice Guy. Hopefully nobody'll mention who lost all the blasters in the first place.  quote:Quinine: Some of your goons just went after your girl, Viidu.  I didn't need to hear what it was to know anything called the "big boom run" was something I wasn't going to enjoy. Running all over Ord Mantell getting into shootouts with separatists was starting to make me feel like we were losing sight of the big picture here, and I told Viidu as much. quote:Quinine: All I care about is finding Skavak and getting back what's mine. It isn't that Viidu's whole plan is bad, just the part where I'm the one stuck holding the bag the one with all the volatile explosives in it. Still, I guess he's right, it'd be nice to not get butchered any time soon. That's why I'm writing this on the road to Oradam village, before I have a chance to go "big boom". On the way out I made sure to drop by Corso and see what was up.  quote:Corso: This here's a SoroSuub SSK heavy blaster. It's cut for a quick draw and has a hair trigger. I call it "Flashy".  "Flashy" is right. The blaster's just the sort of toy that'd catch a guy like Corso's eye lots of flashing lights and attachments, no clue what any of them do. He was right thought, Flashy packs a punch, and in the backwoods giving someone a blaster from your private collection is kind of a big deal. Kid must've taken a shine to me.  The road to Oradam was pretty rough. Lots of signs of fighting, no clue who won. The only thing that didn't fit the dull grey landscape was a little blot of gold desperately trying to get my attention.  quote:S3-E3: It's horrible, just horrible! They're barbarians! They killed them all and now my mistress is in terrible danger. Sloppy work. Then again, I'm not wearing a uniform how did the droid know I wasn't a separatist too? My gut said "trap", but if all the traps and tricks I'd fallen for since landing on Ord Mantell proved anything it's that I've got a lousy gut. quote:S3-E3: My mistress is still up there. I fear for her life. Please... you must resuce her! You know me by now.   I did my best to sneak up on the generator without tipping of the seps. It wasn't hard they were all too busy busting up expensive electronics to notice.  I found Celestra working on the generator, and pretty quick decided to cool my jets with the knight in shining armour routine. She had the oil-stains and blaster-marks that told me she'd be in no mood.  quote:Celestra: Where were you when those savages were slaughtering my coworkers? Forget it. I've got bigger problems right now. It was pretty obvious at this point Celestra wasn't a damsel in need of saving it was her trying to save Fort Garnik. Pretty sad to say I could believe the Republic would miss giving their engineers an armed escort, never mind using a generator outside the fort to power the defences inside the fort.  quote:Celestra: Our equipment was scattered in the attack. I can hold the generator steady, but I need my tools and the liquid coolant to fix it. She didn't have to tell me twice. Not much point in grabbing those chems for Viidu if I get back and separatists are hanging him from a lamp-post.  The separatists put up a good fight, but I put up a better one. I want to keep saying my army days are coming back to me, but I must've killed twice as many men since touching down than I did in my whole enlistment.  I guess it's true what they say the private sector gets things done faster.  I found the parts easy enough and picked off as many separatists as I could find, which was plenty. If the Republic doesn't put a real garrison there soon, there'll be plenty more soon enough, too. At least Garnik didn't get overrun today, and sometimes that's the best thing you can say about a day.  quote:Quinine: I'm glad I was around to help out. Normally "something for my trouble" is at least a kiss, but no Celestra offered me credits out of pocket. Probably her own creds, too, and the Republic's not gonna be in a hurry to reimburse her. Celestra reminded me of what I like best about the Republic, the unsung heroes and hard-workers who get the worst assignments and do the tough jobs. Willing to give what they can't afford to get it done, for the good of galactic society. I mean, obviously I still took the credits. I'm trying to run a business here. ##End Log## [It turns out I hate making little portraits and rather like the "journal" style that the written names grant, so unless there's widespread dissatisfaction with them I'd like to keep them. I tried breaking them up more this time and keeping the update as a whole shorter so as not to wear out its welcome, plus removed the repeated lines in the dialogue and increased the size of the subtitles. Better?] Dolash fucked around with this message at 09:29 on Feb 26, 2013 |
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