Emma waited for the lift to open and then close, saying, "Yeah, but your pullout game? Force help us."

An electronic snicker echoes through the room, coming from Null's helmet.

After a bit of time, Amelia and Lili make their way to the parlor, a huge grin is plastered over Amelia’s face, positively glowing, the nervousness and spaciness the pilot was exhibiting earlier was completely gone. She finds a spot on one of the padded benches and sits down. “Anything happen while I was gone?”

Zalv looks over from the couch, the holonet on with the latest news in the outer rim, mostly imperial propaganda, but it occasionally mentioned actual news. He gave a raised eyebrow, "Well aside from Emma hearing certain people making out, I found out that you left me to drive an autopiloted ship and that Emma seems to think I have the mind of a teenager....beyond that, I can make people float now." He chuckled at the last bit.

“Float?! Really? That’s pretty awesome!” Amelia leans forward, ignoring the make out dig, “also, I didn’t tell you to FLY the ship, just to tell to me if any of the sensors made bad noises.” She’d laugh at the thought of Zalv trying to pilot a ship that was doing everything for him, “Wait, is that my headgear?” Shed point at the pilot helmet on Zalv’s head.

"No, I gave your headgear to Emma. This was something I found down in the cargo hold." It was the truth.

"Huh, cool. I dont need it right now, Emma. I'll get it back from you later." Amelia leans back, and stretches, "So what all can you make float? anything?"

Lili is back at her slicing gear, though also looking significantly happier than before. She sits down in a back seat in the cockpit and starts trawling through what she pulled off her dad's destroyer servers, humming softly.

"Not anything, I'm still strengthening my connection to the force....but for example." He gave a mischievous smile and reached out a palm towards Amelia, and soon enough, she began to lift into the air. "Things around people size or smaller aren't too hard." He slowly spun Amelia in the air, giving a small chuckle.

DEAD IN THE WATER

EPISODE 1: BLUE MILK RUN

Despite recent victories, the Rebel Alliance flounders in it's struggle against the evil Galactic Empire. Desperately short on supplies, the Rebels investigate every lead to resupply their forces. As part of this effort, a team of elite operatives is sent to the Alliance Intelligence flagship SHADOW RAPTOR to oversee resupply efforts along the rim ward sectors of the Hydian Way.

Your newly acquired ship, the Mudhorn Prime, drops out of hyperspace upon receiving your new orders: report to the Shadow Raptor at said coordinates. What you see is a beautiful, yet dangerous, sight.

Hard (3 - Purple) Perception check: ?!?!?

Lili, when you peer out the observation window, you notice a few stars vanishing in the black void of space. You can see the faint outline of a matte-black Nebeulon-B frigate running dark. You all dock beneath the boom that separates the tall forward hull from the engines. When you enter the airlock, a series of familiar mechanical clangs and clunks accomapny the cycling of the airlock. As it opens, you are greeted by a bug-eyed porcine humanoid. His four powerful forearms have ritualistic tattoos of star systems and nebulae starting on the back of his hands and disappearing under the rolled up sleeves of his coveralls. He grunts at you all in broken Basic.

"This be Shadow Raptor. I Tay Coomsay. Come. Bridge." with a wave of the meaty forearms on his left side, Coomsay leads you down the ship's boom corridor, which runs the length of the ship toward the forward fuselage. "Who be you?" he asks.

When the ships start docking with each other, Zalv habitually pulls up his hood and turns off the holonet. He'll follow behind the people downstairs to the upper level where the airlocks are. When it came to meeting the bug-eyed humanoid, Zalv doesn't recognize the species of the creature, though he is pretty sure he's seen his kind before. If no one else introduces themselves, "I am Zalv, nice to meet you Tay. If it's alright, might I ask who it is we're meeting on the Bridge?"

After completing ship docking procedures, Amelia will walk out to the airlock with everyone else, “Nice to meet you, Tay. Name’s Amelia, I’m captain of the Mudhorn Prime. We’re here because the Rebel Alliance sent us to oversee resupply efforts.”

Lili takes up the rear, looking around the new ship with interest.

"Emma." Emma said, simply.

"Come." Coomsay says. "We meet Captain Sortuli."

Coomsay escorts you all to the bridge. He takes you through three hatches to a bank of two large turbolifts. The deck numbers run from one to thirty five, top to bottom. Coomsay points out that the barracks for operatives are on Deck 8, where you can stow your gear while on the mission. The bridge is on Deck 17.

Upon entering the bridge, you're greeted by a commanding view of a distant vermillion nebula spiraling around the event horizon of a black hole. The bridge crew is an assortment of non-humans at a dozen consoles split between a trio of sunken crew pits. A Mirialan woman stands behind the captain's chair. She has exotic green-gold skin, and geometric tattoos spill from the corners of her eyes like tears. She turns to you all, has a brief exchange with Coomsay, and finally says to you all, "Hello! Welcome. I am Captain Hylo Sortuli. Welcome aboard the Shadow Raptor."

Zalv, spotting a fellow Mirialan, gives a faint smile and bows his head, in greetings, "Greetings Captain, thank you for having us."

In Mirialan, he also offers, 

 He doesn't pull back his hood, more so out of habit, but does wonder if the captain had been to the Mirialan homeworld recently. He was curious to see how it fared, especially since news from that sector was hard to come by.

Null just gives his usual tough-guy nod in response to the Captain’s greeting. Gotta keep up that mysterious vibe, especially with those he’s never met yet (and not sure if they can be trusted or not). 

Amelia swaggers forward, offering a handshake, “Nice to meet you, Captain Sortuli.” Amelia will continue just the same whether or not the captain takes her hand, “So what exactly is the situation here? I don’t think I’ve hear much about the Shadow Raptor.”

Walking through the hatch, Captain Sortuli nearly trips over her fat, sleeping pet lizard. "Damn it, Bonebark!" The lizard flicks a long tongue over it's eye and blinks. After extricating herself and ruffling the loose tufts of down-covered skin on the back of his neck, Sortuli heads through another hatch to the main conference room. Inside is a large table with a holoterminal at its center. The captain activates the holoterminal with a datacard, and a ruddy-faced man with gray hair and weary bags under his eyes materializes.

"Thank you for arriving on such short notice. I'm General Airen Cracken, Alliance Intelligence. As you know, we are always in need of supplies and material. At the moment, we are critically short on droids. The crew of the privateer gunship Contispex Crusader recently liberated a major cache of Imperial Droids and is selling them for truguts on the credit. Your mission is to meet with Captain Oglerk, negotiate for the droids, and get them safely back to the Shadow Raptor."

Null ponders out loud "Any resistance expected, General?"