Along came a droid….

Hot after their previous adventure, our party chose to unwind back in their cantina.  No more then a day had passed, when news of the attack against the government building was being aired.  It turned out that the Gamorean, who the party had spared, had decided to stretch the truth and had pinned the attack against the party.  Holorecorders had captured their likeness fleeing the scene, and it didn’t take much elaboration to see how this could be possible.  Durring this scene, Dark Helmet reappeared again, this time inputting a new job.  It was vague in nature but promised a ship as a reward.  Tired of being stuck on Cerea, and wanting the bigger rewarding missions, the Ewok felt most intrigued by this mission. 

A short meeting between Dark Helmet and the party was soon to follow.  The jedi, not fully convinced, asked to see the ship, much to their surprise it was a YT-1300 in fairly good shape.  With this transport all their galatic needs would be satisfied.  The catch to this was, that the party was going to have to risk public exposure to their reputation.  They would be guilty of attacking Imperial Stormtroopers, while helping facilitate Dark Helmet’s assination attempt on Govenor Piet.  The terms were agreeable, they show up to the debate, he’d give them the datapad.  After reaching this agreement, the barkeep, offered his serving droid to help fill the party’s need.  It was R2-F0, a small astromech, needing very little repairs, and maybe a program or two.  Nothing to worry about said the Kel Dor Scout who went about planning the repairs.  Our Gungan, decided to gain a follower, and recruited local drunk Farnum into his court.  Farnum would have his bar tab paid for, and a few drinks more; in return he would follow around our Gungan for a few days.

Much oowing and aweing were abound as the adventurers visited the droid depot.  Jet legs, magnetic wheels, all these fun add-ons, but alas no neon glowing undercarridge.  Pimp-my-droid, was jokingly shared as the adventurers settled for an economical com link add-on, while the rest of the droid pretty much became standard faire.  Our ewok fully satisified with the droid had it look into prepping their new ride for take-off.

The next day, at the great debate, our party met with Dark Helmet.  Dark Helmet had two gifts.  One was the promised datapad, garanteeing the party had an escape, the other was a thermodetonator…… ARMED!

Thinking quickly, Jar Yar Yoss, the gungan, had Farnum deliver this “present” to the local Imperial recruiting facility, conviently placed across the way from the debate.  Much to the disgust of the Jedi, the “present” did it’s job in destroying the facility and killing most of the local Imperials inside and around the area.  Tragically, Farnum, in his druken stupor, did not realise it was an explosive, and was lost in the explosion.  While the commotion was going on, our party felt it was for the best to run for it. 

Out in the street, small pockets of Imperial soldiers took positions to block the party.  The Twi’Lek’s pistol fire fell one of the guards, and the Kel Dor Scout dispatched another. 

Things started to look grim, as the party got pincered in one encounter.  The Jedi, playing a true hero said, “you guys take the ones in front of us, while I deal with the ones behind us.”  Blaster fire from the ewok, and Kel Dor scouts both seemed to ring true in defeating one Storm Trooper.  The last trooper fell victim to another explosive sling.  While our heroes tiredly fought their way forward, the Jedi, calling upon his training, force thrust the tailing troopers into a wall;  the result was three lifeless bodies, no longer a threat to combat.  The Kel Dor Scout realised that the Storm Troopers were using short distance comlinks and had planned an ambush on the road for the heroes.   Jar Yar, said, “Let’s take the long way around, maybe we can sneak past the blockade.”   After abit of navigating, the heroes spied the roadblock, and decided that perhaps a tactical withdrawl was in order.  Dark Helmet reappeared, congratulated our adventurers again, and took off in his small shuttle, headed off to parts unknown.  R2-F0, having primed the YT-1300 for take-off gave our heroes the green light for take off.

Out in space, the news carried information that the Empire, found Cerea unprofitable for recruitment, so in essence the Imperial presence here would be diminished….for now.  The news also revealed that Piet was not the only politician seemingly assasinated on this date, his opponent was also killed.  The political situation on Cerea was left uncertain in the coming elections.  The xenophic party blamed the aliens for the assasination, while the primary opposition party laid claims that the Xenos were the only reason why the Imperials are putting a stop to recruitment on Cerea.   The heroes rejoiced in what seemed to be an easy victory, having recieved only light wounds, a ship and R2-F0. 

A long time ago…..

Out on the fringe of Cerea, our band of heroes gathered around a holoprojector.  Admist the news that the existing Govenor’s party has taken a stance against the xenos (aliens) on his planet, a Mandolor appeared.  Perhaps out of curiousity, or maybe need, the Gungan decided to take a look at the missions.  Our Jedi decided that perhaps helping the local militia on an escort type mission was for the best.

Much to the party’s surprise it was a campaign manager, Vrik, from the Govenor’s office.  Not fully realising just how hot of commodity he was, the party agreed to drop him off at the space port where his shuttle awaited. 

Back out on the streets all was not well.  A local gangstar, Baldraa da hutt, had placed a bounty on Vrik.  Not more than 3 minutes outside was our adventurers before the ewok smelled the oil of blasters primed, and heard the hum of a vibro axe clearly armed.  A defensive position was taken up by the Gungan, and his politician escort.  The Kel Dor scout along with the Twi’lek soldier laid defensive fire to cover the Jedi’s advance.  The Ewok once at a safe distance, also noticed blaster fire coming from within the office that they just exited.  The stand off raged on.  The Jedi intercepted a gamorrean, and disarmed him with one swing of his lightsabre.  From the rifle fire of the ewok and Kel Dor the rodians were vanquished.  Only after the firing had stopped, did our heroes fully realise what was going on.  A data disc containing plans were being taken from the government office to an Imperial shuttle, under the guise of negotiating a treaty that would have the Imperials forming a base to keep off the rebel terrorist elements.  During this shake down it was further revealed that the Mandolor, now named ‘Dark Helmet’, was handed this disc durring the fire fight.  The where abouts of the Mandolor was in question, but the importance of avoiding open war took presendence.  Our adventurers felt it was in their best interest to drop off the politician first, feeling that he no longer posed a threat, and knowing that they needed to get paid for their troubles.

Not too far up the road, did they get before a new threat appeared.  Four aliens, that seemed a little off stood between our adventurers and their shuttle extraction point.  Our Gungan heaved an explosive sling that impacted solidly and killed one out right.  The other three, seeing their friend blown to bits by this bigger group fled for their lives.  Which much to the horror of the heroes was not too long, as they were cut down by Imperial Storm Troopers.  The crime commited, public drukedness.  Punishable by death, only because they were xenos.  A quick conversation between the stormtrooper officer and the Jedi negotiator lead to Vrik leaving with the Imperials and the party abit richer.

Once the shuttle departed, Dark Helmet reappeared.  He told the party congratulations on their part in his greater scheme.  When asked about where the disc went, he replied to a rebel informant, and left it at that.  It was clear to the party that he was playing both sides in this war, and his prime motivation is money.  With a gift of smoke grenades, he left the party further confused about what was going on.