Star Wars ToR: To Rebuild or Destroy

1 Murder, and a lot of Collateral Damage

WTF

Our group of adventurers decided to kill a shopkeeper that had slighted them.  They decided to infuse 3 thermal detonators into a suit of armor and sell it to him before detonating it. There were many civilian casualties. A wedding reception at the fancy restaurant next door to the Armorer's shop took the brunt of the explosion, killing all 120 attendees and staff.

Tomi felt pretty bad about all the innocent lives lost.

Then they headed towards Dantooine, but not before Darth Kujo caught up to them and severely damaged the Eagle's Bastion. A squadron of Mandalorian Starfighters came to their rescue, and the crew made the jump to hyperspace.

On Dantooine, Naati and Alex left the ship to rebuild the Jedi temple. 

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Farstar Datalog #00008
Entry Title:I didn’t know they stacked shit this high

All those people…
It’s a shame. A damn shame.

Whoever blew up that city block most likely meant to just take out one or a few people. I can’t really imagine there being a terrorist cell on Onderon that ruthless. I’d like to believe their actions had a purpose behind it. The innocent die all the time. Sometimes for causes, or in the name of something greater. Most of the time, though, it’s for no damn reason at all. And that’s probably the case here. Was it worth it? I hope so.

Still, there is such a thing as just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe that’s what happened. It happened to Bredan and I when we were attacked. Just wrong place wrong time…wrong person.

Other spins on that fortune are true, too. There’s also such a thing as being in the right place at the wrong time. That’s what happened to this kid Rust picked up. Poor lil’ dude. Had his family blown up at a wedding reception just to be picked up and knocked unconscious by a strange droid, then drugged by a maniacal doctor and taken off world to go live with old men chasing lost glory.

Some just have it hard growing up, I guess. I felt bad for the kid. Didn’t help that his name was Tommy. Silver lining was that his concussion gave him a touch of amnesia. Since he didn’t remember his parents dying, I told him a soft lie. Uncle Farstar was taking him to Dantooine to become a Jedi.

They detained and questioned Rickards. I knew they had nothing on him, and that he had nothing to do with the bombing, but that still had me on edge. We left just as soon as he was released and on board.

Not a minute into space, and the Eagle’s Bastion was under fire. That fuckin’ sleemo Zabrak just won’t let up! I immediately climbed down to man the guns, but remembered those things were fuckin useless with the ship’s back turned. Of course, right? We pretty much had no choice but to try and outrun them. Back in the cockpit, I pushed that piece of junk to its’ limits. Couldn’t evade everything, but the shields held until the cavalry arrived. Never thought I’d say it, but for once I thanked my lucky stars for Mandos.

Dantooine gave us a moment of peace. Naati and Alex left for the ruined temple. I said goodbye to the kid and gave him one of my crystals. I only wish I could’ve done more for him.

We parked it for the night and had a little pick-nick party, but I wasn’t really in the mood. That Jabu guy was getting on my nerves. I tried to find a replacement mechanic for Alexa in town, but she didn’t wanna hear any of it. Just another thing to add to the list of shitty occurrences.

Decided I’d just call it a night, but not before having monkey sex with Miranda in a tree.

Farstar, signing off
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{ENTER NAME} Datalog #00003
ENTRY TITLE: Goodnight Forever

The plan worked out well. Too well. But well all the same. It’s unfortunate that so many had to suffer for the crime of one individual. That was not the intention, but the intention was achieved. I feel remorse, but no regret. Shame, but no guilt. I would have blown up [ENCRYPTED] anyway, or something similar. That’s my nature. I have always been a warrior. Maybe not in the typical sense, but I AM a warrior. I can not change what I would have done any more than I can change what has happened. I can, however, become more skilled and precise for the future.

Similar encounters can, and most likely will, happen. And similar consequences will come to those that cross me. You get out of my way, or burn in the flames of justice. That’s how it is.

Goodnight [ENCRYPTED]…
Goodnight forever.

Reedro_Ricards Reedro_Ricards

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