Destiny Tokens: 2 Light, 4 Dark

Obligation: Not Triggered

Duty: Group – Combat Victory

The hustle and bustle of Ord Mantell’s capital city, Worlport, wraps your senses in a comfortable anonymity you haven’t enjoyed since joining the Alliance. The spaceport itself was at the heart of an industrial sector comprised of a multi level city design similar to Coruscant though clearly not a planet spanning city. In fact looking out from the hight of the spaceport it was easy to see the sandy coast line south of city limits. The sights and sounds tempt you to slip into a vacation from the galactic sized conflict, but your recent escape from the Empire’s clutches has left you with few supplies and fewer friends. No, it’s best to get straight to business.

Kaash remained aboard the ship having volunteered to stay and guard Aarn while Karka helps set his former squad mates off on the right foot. You’ve all left the Skipray that Karka has rightfully insisted is his and taken a taxi up a few levels to the nearby shipping offices of the spaceport. Most are closed as its after hours and Karka looks around for an easy target; one of the smaller freighter companies should do fine. Once inside he then quickly sets to work and accesses the company shipment records and the city holonet.

“With any luck there’ll be a shipment order with low security and we can re-route the crew orders. And just like that you’ll have a ship” grunts the Bothan as he works. “I’m just making sure you have clear passage and then I’ve got business of my own to take care of… what’s this?”

Karka’s fur ripples in concentration as Jonas leans over his shoulder. Jonas’ stubble and middle aged face is highlighted in sharp contrast with the glow of the holo terminal, his human eyes scanning the screen. “Is that the bounty board?” he asks Karka.

“Yeah, but look here.” Karka points at a section of the board and pulls it up to full screen. “Its a subtle message about a coordinated assault to take place in the junkyard outside the city in the morning. The target is a Rebel group hiding out there. Looks like they’ve been found.”

HK, who has been leaning against the wall, blaster rifle in his droid hands keeping look out, turns to the pair at the terminal. “INTERJECTION: We seem to have attracted some attention of our own.”

Mada’s Rodian fingers slip from the blinds of the window opposite of HK, “yeah, I’ve got 2 on this side. They seem pretty intense for port security.”

Karka jumps back out of his chair, fur standing on end, “Kriff! That might be because this is a front for ”/wikis/the-black-sun" class=“wiki-page-link”> Black Sun."

“ARE YOU SERIOUS AND YOU BROKE US IN HERE!?” Jonas exclaims.

Karka points, “Look I just figured it out from the shipping manifests. We got to go now, we can NOT get caught here.”

Everyone piles out of the small office building and heads straight for the taxi pad. A pair of Black Sun Thugs on your left and right give chase, firing blasters at you as you load into a droid operated taxi.

“Go go go.” Mada motions the droid on as you pile in.

“Please state your…” The droid erupts in a shower of sparks as one of the thugs hits the driver. Jonas dives forward into the driver seat, shoves the damaged droid out of the way, and gets the speeder moving. Heading for cover in the city’s traffic.

“Hold on, this is going to be tight.” Jonas grunts.

The thugs jump into speeders of their own. The chase is on.

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