Edge of Empire: From Crime to Consequence

Pre-Campaign #1

Sar Shidom sighed as he hefted the last crate of water onto the aging “Heart of Corellia.” He looked over the rows and rows of liquid and tried to forget just how much water weighed. Even with repulsorlifts to get it onto the ship, a strong dockworker like Sar was needed to slot the crates into place, and he wasn’t about to let the poor freighter captain of the Heart take his precious ’lifts.

“That’s the last one,” he said, heading down the ramp toward a coworker. “Looks like we can take five before loading up the next one.”

The young Rodian to his right – who Sar noted had been conspiciously absence through most of the actual loading – immediately kicked his feet up and relaxed. “Where’s this hulk going, anyway? Another Teth-to-Fornos water-run?”

“Yeah,” Sar acknowledged. “Good money to made in giving water to thirsty people, I hear. Though I don’t know how good an idea it is. Empire’s cracking down over that business last week in the holovids; some sort of terrorist attack. Hear they’re especially worked up in systems close to the Kessel Run, like Fornos.” He sat down and pulled out a Sabaac deck, idly wondering if he should engage the Rodian in a game. “I would have warned the Captain, but… hauling all that water just took all the giving-a-care out of me.”

“Well, they’ll figure it out once they get there,” the Rodian agreed. “Those poor bastards.” He laughed for a bit – a sort of high pitched wheeze through his strange vocal chords – then turned to Sar. “You going to just shuffle that deck, or did you want to play?”

Pre-Campaign #2

“Contact on sensors, bearing three-five-two, angle two-seven!” shouted Sensors Officer Talrun from the pit, catching the immediate attention of his pit leader and the rest of the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Interrogator. Immediately, the crew began to scurry, analyzing this new contact to see what had appeared on sensors.

One officer not concerned was Captain Rae Sloane. “Very well, Lieutenant,” she dryly noted, taking a look at the YT-1300 freighter filling her holovid. “Bring us about and contact the freighter. Hold all fighters in their bays; I don’t think we’ll need them today.”

It had been a quiet patrol, but a necessary one. With the lost of the Death Star and Grand Moff Tarken, Sloane – one of the few people in the Empire who truly knew what the Rebellion had just destroyed – was as eager as anyone to find the perpetrators and bring them to justice. Unfortunately, she equally knew that, popular though they were, the trade routes through Fornos were unlikely to be where the Rebels would flee. Nevertheless, she understood that all avenues of escape had to be watched.

“Approaching freighter, this is the ISD Interrogator. Please transmit your identification and manifest and come alongside.” The cool, crisp voice of her comms officer brought her out of her momentary reverie, and she watched the freighter react to the news. Her holovid updated happily – “Heart of Corellia out of Teth, carrying water for sale.”

“Direct the freighter to the surface and let the authorities there interrogate them,” she said. “I don’t think this is who we’re looking for, but they should be able to handle it.”

She turned her attention back to the sensors grid and frowned. Where are you, Luke Skywalker… where are you…

Ying Journal, Pre-Campaign

Entry 1

It’s been surreal lately, almost like nothing’s even changed since I was growing up. I wake up when I want, I tinker with whatever I want, and I go wherever I want. More like home than the Academy ever was. I don’t think I’ve been so happy since Ma was with that Orion guy. He was a real idiot, always crashing his speeder and fucking up things on Ma’s ship. But man, I never spent so much time fixing things as I did then, so he was a keeper in my book. Now it’s just me and Threebie. Well, and those guys who hired us about a month ago. The human seems alright, but I’m not sure about the other two. But credits are credits, and we’ve got to eat something. That Bothan, she’s always on about something or another, the way they tend to. I can’t make heads or tails of what she’s saying, it’s like she’s not talking in chronological order. Terric, he’s kicked my ass at Sabbac so many times I’ve lost count. I keep playing him, though. I think he wants to be a real clean guy, but no one’s clean who plays Sabbac that well. Poor guy, it’s not his fault. Guess I wouldn’t complain if he wanted to turn over a new leaf and start losing a few games, I could win back some credits and some pride. That Vet, he never plays with us. Which ruins my Sabbac theory, since he’s definitely not a nice guy. He’s a right piece of work. Musta been the Bothan decided to hire him, he’s not the kind any present-minded person would get tangled up with. Voluntarily, anyway. Guess I’ll keep to myself, chat with Threebie. Just like it always has been.

Jie Ying

Pre-Campaign #3

Sergeant Lam Garnis hated paperwork. He hated smugglers. He hated being thirsty. And he hated Fornos. One terrible, dry, hot, miserable rock with no real action to speak of, no chance for glory, and no chance to ever be removed from this purgatory. He dreamed of going back a few years – maybe he could have done better on his army exams; maybe he would’ve ignored that officer’s wife. But it was over now, and Fornos was his punishment.

The outpost was tiny and insignificant, but at least it had the virtue of being left mostly alone. Lam knew the smugglers who frequented this trashheap, and they and he left each other alone. But that had all changed a few days ago, with the arrival of the ISD Interrogator and Captain Sloane. Now she was ferrying down “prisoners” for him to check into – people who were probably smugglers and cargo freighters, and a gigantic waste of his time to garrison.

His comlink beeped, and Lam sighed. Another ship. Some YT-1300. The Heart of Corellia. He rolled his eyes and leaned over to his second in command. “Corporal,” he said, lazily, then shouted when the other seemed to have dozed off. “Corporal! Impound the ship and ferry our new guests to the holding cells. Run their identities through the database.”

The young corporal waited until Lam’s eyes were turned, then made a “talking” gesture with one hand to indicate his high opinion of the critical nature of the command. Then, with a show of fatigue, got up to escort the prisoners to the brig for questioning.

Lam closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Just ten more years to retirement. He grabbed a glass of water. Ten thirsty years.

Episode 1: From Low Beginnings


It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have destroyed the Empire’s greatest battlestation.

Tightening their grip, the Empire has sent out its Navy to blockade the galaxy, in a dual effort to track down and crush the newly inspired Rebellion and to find Luke Skywalker.

On the dry Outer Rim world of FORMOS, a group of smugglers and criminals are caught in the Empire’s web and forced into Imperial custody…

Ying's Journal, Episode 1
Imperial Nightmares

Entry 2

The human, I jabbed at him and broke his nose and sent him stumbling back, blood running down the back of the hand on his face, through his fingers. But the weequay didn’t even flinch when my knuckles hit his jaw. There was a moment of pure rage, then his vibroknife cut into me. I felt my knees give out as I lost blood and consciousness. I dreamed I was back at the Academy. I dreamed we hadn’t left, that they’d come to my room before I finished packing up my things to go. That the officer had reached forward and twisted my head until my neck snapped, and Threebie picked me up and ran. The alarm screeched and the students oozed from the pores of their dormitories into the hallway where their razor wire hands tore pieces from Threebie’s body. I tried to scream but my mouth wouldn’t open. Then they started tearing at my flesh, but my limbs turned to ash where they clawed. Then the officer grabbed me by my twisted head and stabbed his bootknife into my arm.
I woke up with Threebie administering me a stimpack. I’ve never been so glad to see him all in one piece. Funny, with so many people pointing guns at me, nothing’s more terrifying than an Imperial with a datapad threatening to look up my identity.

Jie Ying

Mad Phat L00tz

This is what I know I recovered from the last encounter, this is not every last piece(some pieces of armor and pistols were left.)
heavy blaster
vibro ax
heavy clothing
padded armor x4
vibro knife x3
shock gloves
535 credits, loot
200 credits, water sales
7,800 credits, glowstim
5,00 credits, bounty
13535 credits total-2707 credits per person(not including sold goods)

Episode 1 #1

They were four hours into hyperspace when her operations officer commed her, requesting that she return to the bridge. Captain Sloane scowled. She had just settled into her quarters for the evening, and couldn’t imagine any crisis that would demand her attention in hyperspace – and not cause them to also drop out. Sighing and reminding herself that the Empire’s work was never done, she slid out of bed and threw on her uniform.

“Report, Lieutenant,” she called out as the bridge crew snapped to attention at her arrival. The bridge seemed to be a buzz of productive activity, despite the boring transit. Good.

“Well, ma’am, it seems…” A pause. A nervous pause. Sloane frowned again. “Remember that freighter from Formos? The one we passed over to the local garrison? Well, THEY bounced back the personnel scan to us, and I’ve just completed it.”

Sloane was getting less and less amused by his hesitations. “… and?” she asked.

“Well…” he began, and then showed her the datapad. Sloane’s eyes widened.

7-A3B's Log : 1421348400

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require 'logUtility', log.parse(Droid.root.join('personal/1421348400')), Basic: true, Output:

… While the transaction at Formos did not go strictly according to plan, for once that meant things went better than expected. We are now in possession of an unexpected windfall, or indeed several such windfalls, and even faced the unfamiliar circumstance of having to choose how best to liquidate our larcenous gains. I am extremely satisfied with our choice, even if it does mean throwing in our lot with a detestable Hutt; their kind may be noisome, but they are also (often as not) tediously predictable. Of greater concern to me personally is our recent encounter with a so-called “emancipated” droid; I am never on solid ground when dealing with adherents of this dangerous and radical ideology, and generally have to access my bilious subroutines to keep my discomfiture from showing. Still and all, our dealings with the individual in question do seem to have concluded for the present, so perhaps I am anxious over nothing …

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Voice Recording #1 Vet Cubar

Perhaps I made a mistake rolling with this ‘Heart of Corellia" crew. Sure the pay day in the end was great but the work getting there was miserable. They squabble and bicker when there is work to be done. Sometimes these civilians need to just sit back and trust the Rodian with the blaster, or they may find themselves on the business end.
I am very pleased the huts took me in with open arms, I need more allies to keep Clan Rook off my back if they are still kicking around. Maybe if I do a few favors for them they’ll make sure a few Rook members get knocked off.
Ack apparently we need to help clean the stupid ship, or the stupid droids will not start their non stop whining… Need to invest in restraining bolt.


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