Five Outer Rim Pilots have headed to the Edge of the Empire…to the Edge of the Empire Roleplaying Game. Led by Games Master Justin, Jake, Clive and Dorian transform into their characters to take on any adventures that might come their way.
Warvok -Vok- Gul (Clive)
Class: Mercenary/Hired Gun
Devokt has been sent from his homeworld of Csilla to find out information about the legendary Jedi order. Obsessed by his need for information about the Jedi and specifically their healing abilities, Devokt has rounded up a rag-tag group of adventurers to assist him in his quest. Hiring a Wookie, a Klatoonian and ex-Imperial pilot, Devokt has headed to the planet of Jedha to find a post-Order 66, Jedi hideout. The group acquired a map and arrived, so far uneventfully, at the mining town of Meridia.
PART 1: THE JOURNEY ( of “You Shot the Wookie!“) (from memory and some poetic license used)
They had ridden for two hours to get over the rocky outcrop overlooking the mining town of Meridia. As they crested onto the flat, snow-covered tundra, Devokt pulled back on his reins and came to a standstill. The rest of the party followed suit. Unsheltered from the rocky slope, the party were exposed in their surroundings and to the elements. The wind rose sharply from the east. It had that pre-winter bite which seemed to affect only the human, Tharl. Devokt looked down at his map and then pointed northwards.
Tharl, the retired Imperial pilot, never imagined he would ever see himself riding a spamel. However, despite their long-legged, clumsy appearance, he had grown attuned to his mounts idiosyncracies and was surprised how easily the animal had traversed the previous rocky terrain.
“Okay! Let’s see what these creatures can do. There long legs should not be hindered by the deep snow. Let’s go full throttle for a while.” said Tharl. “We don’t want to be out here in the open for too long.”
“Wwroararrr” Mowarr the Wookie called out his approval and grinned.
“You’re alright for an Imp!” Vok snorted as he dug his heels into his spamels side.
The beast responded and burst forward.
Vok looked back over his shoulders and shouted, “Well! What are you fuckers waiting for!”
Devokt gave the Klatoonian a look of wonder or maybe contempt. Mowarr roared and laughed and the group galloped forward.
The spamels covered the ground with ease, their long legs almost floating across the deepening snow. The group raced toward a pathway between two rocky protrusions in the terrain then without notice, Vok, pulled fiercly on his reins bringing his spamel to a sudden stop. Raising his fist in the air, Vok directed the group to stop with him.
“Listen” Vok demanded.
“I hear it” replied Devokt as the sound grew louder. A growling came from up ahead.
Mowarr scanned the area ahead with his binoculars.
“Wolf tracks” Mowarr exclaimed. “Maybe large dogs.”
“We should split up. Vok and Mowarr take the high ground. It could be a pirate trap.” Devokt instructed.
“Hold on a minute, bluey!” Vok retorted. You paid us to keep you safe. “What do you think Tharl? Your Imperial tactical expertise could be used here”
“We should stay together and use the speed of the spamels to get through this choke point. If it is pirates then we will be harder targets to hit on these animals. If it wolves then…” Tharl shrugged
Vok led the charge. The four spamels at full speed headed into the canyon. And there they were, six Dark Wolves. Two ahead and two flanking the party on either side. They came with speed.
The first wolf clipped Mowarr’s mount bringing the spamel and the Wookie down. The wolf went after the spamel whle the prone Mowarr drew his heavy blaster rifle and fired at an one of the other oncoming wolves. The blasts ripped through the wolf’s flesh but it kept on coming at the wookie.
Vok rode into the middle of the melee, jumped off his spamel and pulled it to the ground. Using the prone spamel as a shield and support, Vok pulled out his blaster pistol and fired at the wolf attacking Mowarr’s spamel. The blasts hit but had little affect on the target.
“Save the spamel!” Vok shouted.
With the skill of a veteran spamel rider, Devokt’s eyes tighened and he pulled his steed around and aimed at the now three wolves attacking Mowarr’s spamel. He brushed past the first two and hit the third failing to distract any from their prey.
Mowarr cried out in pain as a wolf engaged.
“Grenade!” Yelled Tharl at Vok.
Vok nodded in agreement and replied “I have a plan! Sacrifice the spamel!” as he turned to face the two wolves ahead of the party.
The unarmed Devokt continued circling his spamel trying to get the wolves away from their prey but on hearing the shouted words he turned towards Mowarr.
Vok pulled out his only frag grenade and clicked the arm button. Tharl turned toward his Wookie comrade and the engaged wolf and raised his blaster. He took aim and fired. A loud retort and flash left the barrel of the blaster followed by a blood curdling roar as the blaster hit its target.
Vok drew his arm back to throw the grenade…”that wasn’t a wolf” thought Vok. He turned around to see Mowarr roaring in pain, his shoulder bleeding and smouldering from Thral’s shot.
“You shot the Wookie!” Devokt called.
“You shot the Wookie!” Echoed Vok
“Rrroawarrrwarr” Screamed Mowarr.
“Shit!” Exclaimed Tharl “Sorry”
Vok’s attention turned back to the two approaching wolves who were now nearly on top of him. He dropped his grenade and dove as far as he could. The grenade denonated just as one of the dark wolves bent down to bite it. The now headless wolf twitched before falling over.
“Let’s get out of here” Yelled Devokt as he arrived at Mowarr’s side.
Mowarr, using all his remaining strength, climbed onto the spamel and behind the Chiss. Tharl turned his mount around while Vok remounted his amimal and they raced northward out of the canyon, leaving the remaining wolves to feast.
Vok rode side by side with Tharl with Devokt and Mowarr trailing a few metres behind.
Vok turned to Thral and laughed. “You shot the Wookie!”