A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
EPISODE IV
RISE OF THE REBELLION
The Spear, the last mighty warship of the now occupied planet of Graath, continues to evade the Imperial Navy. Queen Keeana Fel, the rightful ruler of Graath, has been unable to make contact with other forces resisting Imperial rule. Now running low on supplies for the Spear of Graath, the Queen and her Lawmen, continue to attempt to make contacts among the growing Galactic Rebellion.
The Imperial Governer of Graath, Har Sett, has requested help in capturing the wayward Queen and her rebellious ship. Kamen Sarn, Emperor’s Hand, has been dispatched by Grand Moff Tarkin to find the Spear, and break the hope of the people of Graath forever.
The Queen’s Bodyguard, Zylo Qin, has come to the planet of Nar Shadaa, deep in Hutt space, to make final contact and get the much needed supplies from the notorious group of mercenaries known as the Mandolorians...
Zylo, you realize that you blend in perfectly on Nar Shadaa and in Hutt Space. You are as normal here as a human is on Graath. You take in the foul air, and feel a sense of peace and belonging amidst this wretched hive of scum and villainy.
You approach a seedy bar known as the Devil's Den, and are greeted by a couple of tasty looking Twi'leks who serve as hostesses. You take your seat across from a Mandolorian who is familiar in many ways. He removes his helmet as you sit, and you see your old friend, Rogar Kane, seemingly returned from the dead...
"Been a long time old friend," says Rogar. The hard edge in his voice is hard to miss. "I'm glad the Spear continues to survive. How is the Queen?"
The massive Dashade's hideous fanged maw drops open, and his deep-set crimson eyes widen comically.
"ROGAR?!?!" He roars, as he reaches over the table and engulfs his resurrected friend in an embrace.
Rogar laughs and returns the hug quickly making sure to immediately cast dangerous glances at the life forms around him.
Though intimidating, the denizens of the bar continue to look at the two of you.
Realizing his efforts were probably not intimidating enough, Rogar looks to Zylo and says, "Get there attention off of us Zylo."
Seeing the scum all around him, and realizing his faux pas, the Dashade rises and hisses menacingly. Making a slow turn to stare down all those around them, Zylo allows his hulking size, revolting face, and fearsome reputation warn all to look away.
The cantina's other patrons look away, immersing themselves into their own space opera's.
A Twi'lek Bartender walks up to your table and says, "What can I get for you two?"
"Caf."
"...and for you?" He says to you Zylo as his eyes widen in fear at your intimidating countenance.
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"Blue Milk," Zylo growls.
The Twi'lek Bartender hurries off not wanting to piss off a Mandolorian and whatever it is you are.
"How is Keeana Fel, Zylo?" Rogar continues a little less mobilized then a second ago.
Zylo gazes wonderingly at his old friend for a moment longer, then falls naturally into his familiar role of reporting to his superior officer.
"The Queen commands the Spear," he shares, his voice lowering to avoid curious ears. "She yearns for mission duty, but it's just too dangerous, especially after we almost lost her on Ord Mantell..." The Dashade's eyes narrow, as the harrowing memories of that campaign creep back in to his mind.
Shaking it off, he shifts uncomfortably in the too-small chair, and looks at his old mentor. "Enough chit-chat, where have you been? And why didn't you contact us?"
"When I left the Spear of Graath to find contacts for supplies, I realized that we needed more information about the greater galaxy. When we first left Graath, we were naïve, and I wanted to change that. I met the Mandolorians, and through a hell of alot of trial, proved myself to them. I know much more about the way things work out here now thanks to Skirata, who considers me burcyan. We have the supplies we needed now my friend. We should move to get them to the Spear as fast as we can. Do you have the creds Zylo?”
Zylo plonks an oversized black satchel down on the table, creds sticking out of the top.
"Here they are," he laugh-roars. "That's more than the ship that got me here was worth."
He chugs his blue milk, cerulean froth hideously cresting his terrifying lamprey mouth.
Rogar rolls his eyes at your continued breeches of subtlety and looks around the room dangerously again.
"Good to go. Wait here. I'll be back." He dons his Mandolorian helm grabs the creds and walks out of the cantina.
After about an hour or so, you begin to wonder if Rogar will be back. You sit and wait and begin to grow increasingly impatient.
Suddently a group of 3 Mandolorians enter the cantina. They look around the bar, and approach you.
"Do you have the creds?" Their tone is dark and ominous.
Zylo's blood-red eyes narrow, and he rises abruptly from his chair, knocking it back to the cantina's filthy floor.
"What are you peck-tah getting on about?!" He growls darkly, towering over the armored mercenaries. "I already met with my contact and exchanged the creds ... are you trying to swindle me?"
Zylo tightens his massive fists, the knuckles popping like mortar blasts, and eyes the inscrutable visored men, trying to sense their true motives.
The Mandolorians don't respond to the insult at all! As if they didn't even here it.
Your honed sense tells you that these Mandolorians are after something more than credits. Having dodged the Empire for years now, you can't help but feel that there is some sort of Imperial entanglement going on here.
From behind Zylo, a hooded figure slowly stands, turns her head ever-so-slightly over her shoulder to speak to him.
"I don't like the sound of this," Keeana mutters, sotto, keeping an eye on her side of the room.
"Would you like me to intervene now Milady Queen?"
Andomar Glarckh taps his Blaster, 'Nerf Herder,' indicating his willingness to save his wookie-ish best friend.
Keeana and Andy know that their cover will be blown from their table next to Zylo's.
"No, Andy, let's not reveal ourselves if we can help it," Keeana whispers, praying that Zylo keeps his cool.
The lead Mandolorian, stares at you Zylo, puts his hand on his holstered Blaster and says, "Get up. Our boss has questions for you."
Zylo digs his claws into the cheap cantina table, his eyes murderously set on the lead Mando.
"Why doesn't your boss get his jet pack out of his ass, and come ask me his questions himself?"
Zylo prepares to turn over the table and use it to bludgeon the armored mercs to death if they become overly aggressive.
The 'Mandolorians' go for their Blasters!
Andy explodes into action, his Blaster 'Nerfherder' seems to fly into his hands as if the Devaronian has some sort of latent Force Powers!
ROUND 1
1st Mandolorian -0
2nd Mandolorian -0
3rd Mandolorian -0
Andomar 100 V / 16 W
Keeana 85 V / 15 W
Zylo 101 V / 16 W
"Take him! The lead Mandolorian yells the order as he keys his wrist pad.
All 3 Mandolorians target Zylo unaware that he has allies already moving! They target the Dashade and fire their heavy blasters on the Stun setting!
Zylo is able to skillfully avoid all but one of the stun blasts!
Zylo shakes off the stun with his ferocity!
"Wait until we see what Z does lady mine." Andomar defers waiting to see what Zylo will do.
Keeana nods, having seen Zylo get himself into and out of many messes like this before.
Keeana defers.
With a savage roar, Zylo rips the table from its moorings, and swings it viciously at the 3 shocked Mandos! He rains down upon them with the fury of a thousand suns.
Keeana rolls her eyes, mutters to Andy: "Not one for subtlety, is he?"