Edge of Empire: From Crime to Consequence

Episode 6, #1

Deep in the heart of Imperial Teth, in the grand and imposing sector capital building, Commander Rena Harvix and Moff Orgege stared at each other, both furious.

“How could you lose that information?” cried Orgege, slamming his fist into the table. “It was vital to the coming operation! We can’t launch the fleet without it!”

Commander Harvix’s fury was colder and more restrained. “My dear Moff,” she began, her languid demeanor not hiding the anger in her eyes. “perhaps you should have considered the importance of your precious data before you allowed a Rebel fleet to close within shooting distance of your capital.”

The Moff’s face quivered as he sought to restrain himself from physical violence, his eyes going to the cylinder at Harvix’s waist. “You know very well that we monitor all incoming hyperspace lanes to Teth,” he stated. “What they did was impossible.” He growled to himself at the ingenuity of the Rebellion. “You might have kept a backup of the files back on Nar Shaddaa,” he sputtered, attempting to shift the topic.

“The loss of the original files was… unfortunate,” agreed Commander Harvix. “The parties responsible will be dealt with.” She stared at Moff Orgege for a few more moments, feeding off his anger, before adding, “Now. Are you prepared to plan this assault?”

Episode 6: The Smuggler's Moon

Having defeated a hated rival for power on behalf of their Hutt master, the crew of the Heart of Corellia travel to NAR SHADDAA, the Smuggler’s Moon.

There, they hope to start a new, more respectable life, working for the newest member of the Hutt council above the world the Hutts call home.

Yet, all is not easy on the city-moon, and enemies lurk in the shadows, ready to grasp for power…

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… I do not understand my organic compatriots reluctance to work with the Hutts to further our goals. While I agree that they are, as a rule, lawless reprobates, their stratagems are most-often childish and easily thwarted. Our reputation is likely irreparably linked with an extra-legal element as it stands, so I see no problem with enhancing our credibility while at the same time lining our pockets with ill-gotten gains. The credits do greater good for the galaxy in our pockets than in those of our employers-of-the-moment. And I would far rather continue our service with them than risk further exposure to Former Senator Bel Iblis; though the probability of him recognizing me would seem to be, at this point, negligible, all the same I think it safest that I keep my distance …

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Ying's Journal
What were we up to, again?

Ying’s Journal

We’d agreed we weren’t gonna get all wrapped up in this hutt business any more than we already were. But things never work how you want them. Thakba the Hutt sent us on some wild hutt chase to get us to undermine his rival, Teemo. We couldn’t just kill him, cuz I guess that ain’t how hutts work. Nah, we had to get all wrapped up in it. It’s like talking to a superior officer when you’re the only one knows what’s going on: you gotta make them think it’s their idea. It’s that way with hutts, gotta look like they took care of it themselves. I guess. Or maybe I’ve got it all wrapped up wrong.

So that’s how it goes and how it went. We found his lackey, some Transdoshian flying in a ship smelled worse than the never-cleaned back alley of a nightclub. I got into his flight records and saw he was flying to a couple of places. So we traipsed around, got took in with some revolutionaries on Ryloth. They had us front as weapons dealers fronting as soup dealers, which was an even less clever cover than pretty much every time I tried to convince my CO I wasn’t hungover, and that’s really saying something. But we got a lead.

The bit where we broke into Teemo’s place, that was where things got rough. We had to get the data to prove he was skimming from Jabba, who I guess is some kinda big deal in hutt politics. For our standards, it went spectacular. An then we went an’ gave the data to Jabba’s guy, an’ then Teemo got whatever he had coming to him. An it all looked like it was the hutts’ idea.

Unfortunately, it was also the hutts’ idea to reward us. When we got back, we found out Thakba was movin’ up in the hutt ranks or some shit. He got a new place to stay, and so did we. Guess we got apartments nice and close to the boss hutt now. Things never do work out right, not when hutts are involved.

Captain's Log Entry 5
more damn Hutts

Thakba the Hutt got a lead on who sold us out to the Empire back at Coruscant. He blames Teemo the Hutt (seriously, these guys need better epitaphs… do the Hutts not believe in last names?) Thakba sent us to do some snooping around to get some evidence we can use against Teemo, because Teemo works under Jabba, and Thakba didn’t want to risk a direct conflict. Long story short: we discovered Teemo was trying to get ahold of some battle droids, which apparently was enough to get Jabba to come down on him like a ton of bantha fodder.

Episode 5: Long Arm of the Hutt


Trapped by the Galactic Empire, the crew of the Heart of Corellia escape through an asteroid field with the help of Rebel General Garm Bel Iblis and Thakba the Hutt.

Uniting the two unlikely allies, the crew searches for a way to stay one step ahead of selling their souls to the slithering Hutts.

Meanwhile, Thakba the Hutt discovers who informed the Empire of their mission to Coruscant and invites the crew to discuss the destruction of his most hated rival, TEEMO THE HUTT

Episode 4, #1

At a grimy, dark, forgotten cantina on Sleheyron, Trex tried to enjoy a Corellian ale in peace. He hated this planet, and he hated being here. He wanted to be out hunting – living the thrill of the chase. It was the only thing that he knew, without a doubt, that his species (the Trandoshans) were better at than anyone else. Finding prey… and eliminating them. And he longed for it.

But no. Despite being granted an opportunity to do just that on the way here, his success had been met with a boring pick-up job in this stupid world. He took another drink from his ale and grumbled, creating a sound like a sort of hissing wheeze. At least he could finish this up quickly and get back to the job he loved.

A shadow briefly covered the neon lights from over the bar and he looked up, to see the tall and muscular form of a Nikto staring down at him. Kaa’to.

“Did you miss me, Trex?” the Nikto asked, calmly, as Trex began wondering if he could grab his blaster rifle before the Nikto could react. “Because I didn’t miss you.”

Trex risked another glance at the rifle. Maybe he could get it if he could keep Kaa’to talking. “Kaa’to!” he hissed. “Of course we misssssss you. When are you coming home?” He gestured while he talked, trying to hide his movement toward the rifle.

“You know what, Trex?” Kaa’to said, coldly. “I don’t even know why I bothered with small talk.” He fired his blaster, and a hole appeared in Trex’s chest. His hunt was over.

Ying's Journal, Episode 4

“We’re going to take Ying up for questioning.” Kerrick practically yelled over the com. I wanted to scream at him. How could he be so thick? A guy thinks he’s so good, so law abiding he forgets we don’t all have the pleasure. Idiot’s just as likely to get us in trouble as Vet who can’t keep his mouth shut and his blaster in his pants. But still. It was my plan, and damned I was sticking to it. I decided to look meek when we asked for an escort. But really, my blood was racing, boiling through my veins. It all came back. All of it rushing back. I stared at the helmets of the troopers on the lift with us. Did they know me? What did they think, what did they want? Did they really want to be Sloane’s playthings? Didn’t they have any passions?

I managed to hold my cool until we were on the lift. I flicked my eyes at Kerrick and hoped he was clever enough to catch on. Then I shoved forward. Blood rushed in my ears. I elbowed Kerrick and the other troopers lunged forward, letting me grab at their belts and snatch a frag grenade off it as Kerrick hit the emergency stop button. And that moment. They were silent. And I screamed. And sweat dripped down my back and my breath was ragged and my eyes were wide and I was in control. And I stared into their eyeless helmets and I knew they couldn’t be happy taking orders because this, this was power. This was the only way you could live because otherwise someone was going to tell you what to wear and what to do and what to think. It doesn’t matter if they say you’re insurrectional or unhinged because they’re just trying to keep you from knowing the truth. If you have to scream and hit and tear them apart you do it so they don’t control you.

Honestly, I was a little disappointed I didn’t drop that grenade.

Jie Ying
Kerrik Vol

Captain's Log Entry 4
From bad to worse

We got picked up by a star destroyer on our way out from Coruscant. It turns out the ship’s registry isn’t as clean as I’d been told. We sat in a cramped detention cell for a while before the navy decided to start questioning us. They’re looking for something called the holocron, as well as the Legacy of somebody or other. At the time I was more concerned with finding out half my crew was wanted by the Empire for one crime or another, though aside from Jie Ying, who ditched out of the Academy without filing the proper forms to officially drop out of school, they haven’t been forthcoming as to why they’re wanted.

After being tipped off by a rebel infiltrator that there was a rebel general in one of the other detention blocks, we made our escape. Imperial stormtroopers aren’t the best prison wardens the galaxy has ever seen, but chaos and feats of daring do ensued. We rescued General Iblis, and were preparing to make our escape, but some of Thakba’s goons crashed a boarding spike into the star destroyer to rescue us and Kaa’to. We ended conning our way to disable the tractor beams and fought our way out of the docking bay, where – I swear I’m not making this up – Captain Sloane survived a direct hit from a turbolaser battery. I have a sneaking suspicion we haven’t seen the last of her.

We made it back to Hutt space, and dropped off Thakba’s minions, and General Iblis worked out some deal with Thakba to get him out into wild space to search for a long lost fleet of dreadnoughts. Now with the Empire putting out a warrant on me, I’ve got to come up with a plan that keeps us out of their scanners. It way be time to rename the ship again, and get the transponder properly changed this time.

Episode 4: Imperial Custody


It is a time of struggle. The crew of the Heart of Corellia rest uneasy in an Imperial detention center, deep aboard the ISD Interrogator.

Pulled by a tractor beam upon taking off from Coruscant and unable to plot a hyperspace course in time, they yielded to the inevitable and shut down their engines. Now, stripped of their possessions and awaiting interrogation, they prepare for the worst.

As Imperial Commander RENA HARVIX prepares their interrogation, a young officer comes to their cell…


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