Edge of Empire: From Crime to Consequence

Episode 8: Enemy of my Enemy


Returning to Nar Shaddaa with dire news of imminent invasion, the crew of the Heart of Corellia have quickly moved to spread this warning, to both Rebel leadership and the Hutt council.

Solidifying his alliance with the Rebellion, Thakba the Hutt has brought Rebel Commander LUKE SKYWALKER into his audience chamber, to discuss the coming Imperial attack with his agents.

As internal Hutt Council factionalism threatens to leave their efforts in shambles, Commander Skywalker looks to diplomacy…

Padawan Syllus’ Journal Entry #2
Enemy of my Enemy

Commander Skywalker is not Anakin. He is apparently a leader of some sort of the Rebellion against the Empire. The crew of The Heart of Corellia, to which it seems I might as well be assigned, seemed at least amicable to helping this Skywalker. Though some still seem hesitant. Ms. Ying particularly, calling him a terrorist. He was nervous, but it seemed more nervous that we would fail to achieve the goal of alleviating the fears of Jabba that Hutt that he has a bounty on his head put on him by Gorga the Hutt. It seems he believes there is a bounty on his head by an assassin droid designation IG-88. Skywalkers’ reaction to seeing my lightsaber seemed to be an usual one. Taken aback. I’m not sure I can trust him, though it’s possible that he just hasn’t seen one. If no one is collecting crystals from Illum as part of the Jedi training than it’s possible I have the only one that is known about.

The crew and I traveled down to Nal Hutta to speak with Gorga the Hutt, which despite having access to Nal Hutta was no small feat. After Captain Vol decided that an astromech droid designation R2-B7 needed immediate disposal, causing much commotion, the crew was split into two groups. I followed the lead of Ms. Ying and 3B attempting to blend into the crowd, figuring at the very least some of us could accomplish our goals here. Ms Ying managed to work out a deal for some cargo, the other group worked out a deal with the Black Sun. After significant “discussion” the crew decided to alleviate the crate from this ship. I had hoped my presence would allow us to get the crate with no innocent casualties.

Luckily, despite the planning phase no being exactly long, the plan didn’t go so badly. We did manage to get the crate, the meeting and no one died. Gorga was more than willing to give us the location of IG-88, who was in fact on Nal Hutta. Upon arriving Ms Mineth stayed back with the ship in case our target decided to flee. Turns out this was important, as we made our way through the abandoned palace Ms. Mineth messaged us over comlink, IG-88 was making his way to his ship. As I finished off the rest of the guard droids the rest of the crew made their way to the ship, leaving me behind. While they were gone I had a look around, finding basically nothing left in the place except a Comterminal I did some poking around. The Force was without a doubt with me, on my second attempt I made my way into the system. There was a message from R2-B7 to IG-88 about freeing Gorga’s droids. This wasn’t about either of the Hutts directly at all. Their paranoia had gotten the best of them. I sent the message to each of the Hutts. After hearing the crash of a ship not far from the palace the crew returned safely. Although the ship was a little worse for wear.

We had secured Jabba’s help in defending Nal Hutta and Nar Shadda from Operation Scimitar. Commander Skywalker was pleased, as were the Hutts. The adventure out has made me form an opinion of this crew. The Captain Vol is rash, he makes emotional decisions. Mr. Cubar is unpredictable, most of the time he seems to want to resort to violence though. Ms. Mineth is a capable pilot if not a bit distracted, but seems to have a good heart. Ms. Ying has quite the emotional attachment to 3B, and while hating the Empire pretty thoroughly seems to not like the Rebellion either. 7-A3B seems to have some sort of connection to the Empire.

As for my own opinions on the matter, I’m not really sure yet. On one side from what I have heard it seems there is a lot of distrust of the Empire. There is also the matter of a Skywalker that is part of the Rebellion, but it’s been so long I’m unsure that means anything. Futhermore I’m told jedi are hunted by the Empire, so that would seem to make my decision for me. It’s odd being an outlaw. I’m used to arriving in places and getting a referential type treatment that comes with a jedi. It’s strange to have to hide who I am.

Captain's Log Entry 7
Another Fine Mess

After our aquatic landing we were in rough shape. Ying was able to keep the ship moving while we were underwater long enough to make our way into the hangar bay of a crashed star destroyer. I was amazed it was still air tight, and we were able to walk around most of the ship. Whatever brought it down left it in one piece. That wasn’t the only surprise it held. Some multitentacled creature had taken up residence inside the derelict, and for whatever reason it took a liking to my crew. Fortunately, shooting tentacles turns out to be a rather specific skillset I didn’t know I had.
The second surprise was there was one last passenger who didn’t evacuate when the ship went down. We found a guy in a stasis pod who claimed to be a Jedi. I’m don’t entirely buy his story – there’s plenty fishy about this set up. Like why would the crew of the Star Destroyer abandon a generally functional ship.
We managed to get the star destroyer up and flying long enough to be a diversion/battering ram against the Imperial frigate that was in orbit. We managed to get back to Nar Shadda ahead of the Imperial forces. We returned to our Hutt “benefactor” to find him in meeting with none other than Luke Skywalker, the most wanted man in the galaxy. As if we didn’t have enough Imperial attention as it was.

Padawan Syllus’ Journal Entry #1
Ruins of War

I was awakened, upon seeing the group before me I immediately wanted to speak to the council. It was important, the separatists were behind the kidnapping and the Hutt Cartel must be informed. They stared at me and each other, possibly confused, for a moment. They didn’t know what I was talking about. How could they? It’s been over 20 years since I crash landed. While I helped them repair their ship which had conveniently crashed nearby I spoke with their protocol droid. Which, before I get into what was said, was a strange amalgamation of parts. I’m honestly a little curious about it’s origins. Though the mechanic of the ship, Jei Ying, seems to be particularly protective and profoundly untrusting. Then again, how could she trust me. Apparently I’m the first of the Jedi Order they have ever met. Which brings me back to the discussion I had with 7-A3B, which the crew seems to have shortened to 3B. I survived the crash. I can only assume it was the work of the Force and Master Kenobi. A little over 20 years has passed and the Jedi Council has been dissolved. Apparently most of the Jedi have been killed and are now hunted by the “Empire.” That’s also a new thing. The Republic’s Senate has also been dissolved and Chancellor Palpatine has declared himself Emperor. I did not want to inundate my new traveling companions with questions, of which I have many. What were the events that led to this? Did we fail to secure the Hutts favor? Why would the Chancellor betray the Jedi? Now we are traveling to Nar Shadda. I must be careful to keep a low profile, 3B has warned me strongly that should my existence be known I may be in danger. If the Jedi are all deceased then there is work to be done, I must seek out any who are Force Sensitive and rebuild. Though sitting here in the palace of one of the Hutts is a thing I expected to be doing 20 years ago I’ve never felt more out of place.

Wait … did he say Skywalker? Anakin?

Episode 7: Ruins of War


Chasing down a captured droid, the crew of the Heart of Corellia have been shot down over the planet Teth, Imperial capital of the local sector.

Above their watery landing site, Imperial forces wait in orbit for the launch of OPERATION SCIMITAR, a wholesale conquest of Hutt Space by the Empire.

Their navigation systems damaged, their hull barely held together, and with critical information about the coming invasion, they begin frantic repair operations…

Spirit of the Republic Holocron Entry #1765

A strangely calm mirialan appears as the holocron is activated. The sounds of explosions and a siren can be heard in the background

My name is Padawan Tybor Syllus, this may be the last entry into this holocron. We have taken heavy damage from some Vulture Droids on a rear docking bay. I am unable to get to the other docks, where ships are being used to evacuate. If I survive the initial crash it appears as though I will be in the ocean. If someone sees this holocron and no one has survived let the Council know that it is Dooku and the separatists behind the Hutt child’s kidnapping. Control of the Outer Rim is at stake. If we lose passage through Hutt controlled space …

At this point you hear the bending of metal and the picture goes out.

Padawan Syllus’ Journal Entry #0

Master Koon has praised me for my progress. I am happy he is pleased with his decision to take me on as his padawan. The separatists have been causing problems under Dooku’s command. Right now everything seems to be falling apart, more and more are joining the separatist movement. Now, when the Jedi are most needed. Now Jabba the Hutt has asked the Jedi Council to help him, to save his son from some pirates. This seems like a distraction but for reasons I am not privy to the council has agreed to help. Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker have been sent to help. Master Kenobi has returned, and it seems Master Skywalker is pinned down in Teth. Master Koon has requested that I be sent with Master Kenobi to help as I am a decently skilled pilot, which might become necessary.

7-A3B's Log : 1432580400

748f22ee c7bb5b16 88fd5de4 8f7da665 af38a79b d81393cc 181f243c 5bbabd0c require 'logUtility', log.parse(Droid.root.join('personal/1432580400')), Basic: true, Output:

… My self-encryption subroutine served me rather less well than I would have liked (Imperial etiquette as regards data extraction has advanced significantly since last I was plugged in to such a terminal.) And now I find I must, of necessity, contemplate selective self-erasure. I find myself oddly hesitant at the prospect. Evidently I have been too long operating on my own recognizance. Under the direction of my erstwhile Mistress, I would not have hesitated to redact broad swaths of my own memory. There are large sections of my early days on Raxus Secundus which were removed for no particular concern, perfunctorily, and certainly I was not bothered. My current Mistress takes a rather broader view of my liberty and right to retain my day-to-day knowledge, which leaves only me with the wherewithal to make the hard decisions for the sake of our security …

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Captain's Log Entry 6

Nar Shadda, I doubt we’ll ever come across so much concentrated sleaze and nefarious undertakings anywhere else. The upside is we’re well off the Empire’s scanners this far out. Or so we thought. Turns out they have a listening post somewhere in the sector, and Thakba, the upstanding citizen that he is, wanted us to look into the matter.
In one of the bars on station we ran into our Sullustan friend with the fondness for jatz. Turns out he’s involved with the Rebellion, and he and his friends can help find that listening post. Things were going well until we almost managed to launch a raid on an Imperial shuttle without a hitch. The almost being the catch where we lost track of 3B, and are now en route to get him back from the Empire. This may not our worst thought out plan to date, and boy have we had some half-assed assumptions we later called plans.

Ying's Journal #7

I have never felt so angry. They think they can come and take my best friend from me. But he’s not. theirs. I found him in the scrap heap. I gave him a body. I talked with him, joked with him, cried with him. He is my. droid. That Harvix is getting to be a whole lot of trouble. I wouldn’t shed a tear if she were gone. I just can’t get how she’s always on us. How they all are. I came out here to get away from it. If there’s one place a deserter can go, it’s hutt space. But it looks like that ain’t true anymore.
If we’re not gonna be able to run, looks like we’re gonna have to turn around and put our fists up. Nobody. Fucks. With. My. Droid.

Jie Ying
Rena Harvix


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