When we last left our intrepid adventurers they had just survived a dark wolf attack…
After escaping the dark wolves, Devokt healed the injured Wookie, Mowarr, who was still growling and throwing threatening stares towards Tharl.
“Sorry Mowarr. We had a plan,” was all Tharl could reply. Vok laughed. Devokt observed his companions interaction with interest.
The pathway steepened. At one point an over-confident Vok rode his spamel into a large pocket of deep snow. He would spend half an hour digging out as the party continued. He swore he heard Tharl chuckle, “Another nice plan, Vok”.
An Ithorian bountu hunter in a gunship hovered over the advancing party of three. The Ithorian claimed bounty on Mowarr, which surprised the party. The group hid from the Ithorian under an outcrop of rock. Two droids were dropped down by the Ithorian to bring Mowarr into custody but they could not keep up with the spamel as the boys used the terrain to their advantage.
Vok finally freed himself from the snowy sinkhole. The party sent him their coordinates and updated him on their situation. Vok rode quickly to catch up and to hopefully confront the Ithorian. Moving with haste down a ravine, Vok saw one of the droids at the edge of a six foot wide crevace. He spurred on his spamel and jumped over the crevace while knocking the surprised droid into the chasm to its demise. Finally Vok met up with the party. The boys were back as a group.
PART 2: The JEDI HIDEOUT (or “You boys need a shower”)
The sun was dropping behind the mountains. The Chiss, Devokt, used to living on an icy planet did not even notice the cold. Tharl, the human did but with his Imperial training hid his discomfort from the group. The hired gun, Vok, breathed heavily. Having fallen down a snowy sinkhole, even his fur covered body was on the verge of shivering. The Wookie just breathed heavily. His breaths creating a cloud of condensation.
Devokt pointed at a cave and looked at the map.
“We are here” he smiled.
They dismounted and led their spamels into the cave, tethering them to some low hanging stalagtites. Vok automatically drew his weapon and the others prepared theirs. Ahead of them was a locked blast door: The entrance to the Jedi hideout. Devokt approached the door’s console and started slicing into the system, only to receive a series of error messages.
“Fuck it!” Exclaimed Vok. “I’ll open it!” And raised his blaster at the console.
Mowarr knocked Vok to the side and strode up to the console. He ripped the cover off the console.
“What are you doing!” cried out Devokt. “We will never get in!”
The Wookie grabbed a few wires, a few sparks flew out of the console and the door slid open.
“Mowarr crawwwrrah” replied Mowarr and he grinned.
Devokt led them up a set of stairs to what seemed to be the main room of the hideout. The room was surprisingly large with chairs a table and a food dispensing unit.
“We can eat” stated Tharl. “I wonder if they have Imperial twinkies.”
In the far corner was a computer console. Tharl went over to the console and noticed that it was a control centre. After a few moments he informed the group that the hideout was fully functional, all areas were heated and that there was enough power at the current use level to last at least another 30 years.
Vok went through the far door and into a bathroom facility.
“Hey!” Vok called back. “There’s another door here but it is locked with a keypad. But even better news! There’s a shower! I won’t be long.”
The group heard the hiss of water and could see steam through the open door. Then they heard sound of a shower door opening and closing.
The rest of the party were getting used to Vok’s antics and headed through a door on the left of the living area. The door opened easily and they moved into the sleeping quarters. There was a bed at the far end of the room, a shelf full of books and another computer console. Devokt sorted through the books and found a set of journals. There was an entry from the last inhabitants of the hideout. They had set out looking for safe hideouts that the Sith did not yet know of, hoping to find more Jedi. There were notes about a computer database that would help them in their search. Devokt then managed to slice into the computer console bringing up the access code to the locked room in the back.
Having looked through the sleeping quarters the group then moved through the steam filled bathroom. Fortunately, Vok was not singing. After punching the entry code into the keypad, then entered the last of the rooms.
On entering the final room, the group froze. There were faeces of some sort all over the floor. This faeces was brown in colour peppered with a grey gravel. Across the room were a couple of computer chips on the floor and another computer. The group had no choice but to walk through the shit. Tharl went over to the computer chips and identified them immediately as generic anti-slicing defence system chips for a vessel.
“These will come in useful” Tharl said, as he pocketed them.
Devokt marched over to the computer and began to slice into the system. Again a series of buzzes and beeps indicated he was getting nowhere fast. Mowarr pushed him out of the way again. Mowarr opened the terminal and again a few sparks flied. The computer screen lit up and a list of Jedi hideouts filled the screen. Mowarr hit a button then punched the keyboard. A door slid open and a data cube ejected into his other hand. He passed it to Devokt.
“Mowarr crawwwrrah” Mowarr stated and laughed this time.
Devokt took the data cube and slid it safely into his jacket. He noticed something behind the door. A white bag was on the floor. Devokt nudged it with his foot, revealing a large hole in the concrete floor.
“A hole?” He stated. I wonder where it leads. Devokt listened carefully and then froze. There was a scurrying sound followed by a screeching that became louder and louder. Devokt stepped back from the hole. Tharl and Mowarr drew their weapons. The noise was getting closer…
Vok pulled dried off, put on his padded jacket and strolled back into the living area and through to the sleeping quarters.
“Not a bad arrangement” he said to the others. There was no answer.
“Shit!” He thought. I forgot to put on the comlink. He looked around and saw the books.
“Books! Nothing useful here” he said to himself and then a glint caught his eye. He moved to the bed and looked underneath.
The growls got louder and echoed in the room as a scaly head with antenna scurried through the hole. The creature was at least six feet in length and gave off an ugly smell. The ugliness of the smell matching the look of the beast. The creature saw the three intruders and hissed and then sprung at Mowarr. The first creature was quickly followed by a second.
“Durocrete slugs!” exclaimed Tharl. “Aim for the soft flesh between the segments in their exoskeleton,” he further instructed.
Tharl and Mowarr fired their blasters some shots hitting and some riccocheting off into the ceiling. Shit, literally, flying everywhere Mowarr and Tharl concentrated their fire on the first of the two slugs
With caution Vok reached under the bed and pulled out a small blaster pistol. It was fully charged but looked unconvincing. He slid it into his boot.
“Might come in useful,” he thought.
Then he pulled out a suit of padded armour.
“Diabolical!” He exclaimed. “I need me some of this.”
He changed into his new clothing.
Meanwhile back in the other room…
Mowarr and Tharl intensified their fire. There was a gargle, followed by an explosive pop as the first slug blew up. The blaster fire igniting the gaseous, non-aerobic, digestive systerm of the slug. Brown matter and carapace sparying across the room like a Kamino stormy wave. The party were literally in the shit.
“What the hell was that?” muttered Vok. He got up, turned and strolled back and headed to join the party.
Devokt wiped the mess from his face. His eyes focused on the second slug. He drew his vibro-knife and dove at the slug. He grabbed one of the antennae, pulled it down and sunk his knife between the two segments behind the slug’s head. The durocrete slug screeched in pain and thrashed from side to side, throwing the Chiss to the wall. The slug turned to face it’s attacker.
Vok walked through the shower area and stood in the doorway to the backroom. He saw the slug rearing up toward Devokt. He unhostered his blaster pistol and shot the slug in the head. The screeching suddenly stopped and the slug flopped to the floor, dead but twitching.
“Fuck! You boys need a shower!” said Vok. He turned and headed back to the food dispenser. He was hungry.
“Nice armour!” Tharl called after him.