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##Begin Log## Captain’s Log, entry #025 Stardate: Crawling out of a toxic pit (read: anywhere on Taris) It wasn't far to the scavengers' base. They were going for defense over stealth, holing up in a pretty intact compound to give them some shelter from the ghouls. Didn't help them much with us, though. My stealth field generator and scattergun got a pretty good work out. I'm pretty sure my old counsellor would disapprove, but it really helped me clear my head after the whole rakghoul adventure. You know where you stand with pirates – just slightly behind them, with a big gun. We picked through their salvage and found Ovold's tools, but none of the core samples. And wow, the stuff they did scavenge... 300 years ago Taris was apparently swimming in computer spikes, pazaak cards and swords. Their camp was built around an old, underground bunker cracked open by the bombardment, so we decided to sneak in and keep looking for the core samples. Not to mention Corso and I had a side-bet going on who could blast the most pirates before we get back to friendly territory. I'd like to think we're both winning. The place was huge. It must've been some big storage depot before Taris fell, but most of it seemed pretty intact. The scavengers had even gotten some of it working again to help them store loot from the rest of the planet. Quite a lot of loot, by the looks of it. We made it all the way to the end without finding any core samples. What we did find was a Devaronian working an assembly line of droids, and an interesting little revelation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps0bXg4EZdk quote:Quinine: I'm here for the planetary core samples. Hand them over. Well well, looks like Beryl isn't keeping her hands completely clean after all. No wonder Soganti's turning her warehouse upside down. Tracking down the descendants is an interesting twist, though. On a planet full of grave-robbers, she must be the only one trying to put things back where they belong. quote:Quinine: There's an Imperial market on Taris. It really does. I have to give Tyrodall some credit, it's a pretty good scheme and the only people it hurts are a bunch of high-society imperials with too much money and not enough taste. quote:Tyrodall: And that's just the beginning. I'm working out deals with wealthy collectors all over the galaxy. And that's the rub. Much as I like scamming the Empire... quote:Tyrodall: Oh, well. Guess we finish this the hard way. So a small-time crook with a couple droids thinks he can put us down for good. Wondering how that fight went? A quick visual metaphor for you. With the scavengers and Tyrodall finished, I grabbed the missing “core samples” for Beryl. Corso wanted to dig through the counterfeits and see if there was anything worth taking, but I figured it was better to leave them behind. We've got enough trouble with customs as it is. It was just a short hop, skip and speeder-ride from the scavenger base to the abandoned ChemWorks. Note to self: get respirator for next toxic dumpster dive. And what did we find inside? Rakghouls. Dozens of them, swimming in the runoff like it was a jacuzzi and not concentrated acid. Things've changed between me and these monsters. Now I get close. They want to claw and bite me, they're welcome. Maybe it's the head full of rakghoul plague talking, but caving in their faces with the grip of my blaster was much more satisfying than shooting it at them. Once we'd cleared out way more of the monsters than we needed to, me and Corso snagged the... what was it again? Trito-nano... krypto... nitrotrinanium... We grabbed the chem-canisters and got the hell out of there. Time to tie up our deliveries and make for home. Then Beryl can tell us where these astrogation charts are and we can get this whole crazy treasure-hunt back on the road. Hopefully, a road that never leads back to Taris. ##End Log##
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