The Perlemian Trade Route - also known as the Axis - runs coreward from Coruscant to just past Quermia, and is one of the oldest trade routes in the galaxy. The Rebel Alliance has long maintained reports of a mysterious Imperial convoy that travels the length of the Perlemian Trade Route. Known colloquially as the Perlemian Haul by spacers and Rebels alike, it is rumored to carry sensitive (and sinister) cargo to far-flung Imperial facilities and strongholds. It's existence has never been confirmed - until now.
Intelligence has reached the Rebel Alliance indicating the convoy's next port of call, as well as hints as to the nature of the high-value cargo it contains. The Alliance isn't about to let the elusive convoy - or it's valuable contents - pass them by. They require a skilled team of operatives to confirm the convoy's existence, infiltrate one of it's heavy freighters, and successfully commandeer the vessel so they can take possession of it.
The Galaxy is embroiled in a bitter civil war. Above the remote planet of Remduba II, an aging orbital platform may hold the key to striking a painful blow against the Galactic Empire. Captured data reveals that the mysterious Perlemian Haul, an Imperial convoy filled with valuable information and powerful weapons, must stop there to refuel. Now, an elite strike force of Rebel agents approach the station. Their goal: infiltrate the station, board one of the convoy's freighters, and commandeer it.
MISSION INFO / OBJECTIVES:
1. The Perlemian Haul refers to a secret Imperial convoy that purportedly plies the Perlemian Trade Route. It's existence has never been proven, and it is typically considered to be a myth. If it exists, it is used by the Empire to transport highly classified equipment, classified prisoners, or important personnel between Imperial installations.
2. The convoy is rumored to be composed of modified bulk transports and escorted by heavily armored capital ships that carry no Imperial markings or insignia.
3. Your target is Freighter M226. At this current moment in time, you are unaware of what special cargo M226 contains - only that THIS particular freighter is your target.
4. You must infiltrate Martle Station using cover identities as traders, then contact a local informant named Passk - a Trandoshan. He should be able to provide assistance in your efforts to infiltrate Freighter M226 when the convoy arrives to refuel there. Once aboard M226, you are to commandeer the vessel by any means available, drop out of hyperspace, and rendezvous with an Alliance strike group that will take possession of the ship.
5. Those that have the duties listed below, please read your additional quest objectives.
SPACE SUPERIORITY / RESOURCE AQUISITION
Destruction or appropriation of one or more of the convoy's valuable transports weakens the Empire's fleet. In addition, the transport in question might contain starfighters, starship weapons, or other technological systems that can be stolen from the Empire and used to strengthen the Rebellion's fleet of starships. Find some very special cargo.
PERSONNEL
A small group of Alliance SpecForce troops have been captured and are being transported as prisoners within the convoy. These unfortunately individuals have nothing to look forward to but torture and death at the hands of the Empire. Given their skill, loyalty, and renown within the Alliance, staging a rescue of these individuals would serve both boost morale and bolster the Rebellion's ranks.
SABOTAGE
Though this campaign is all about capital ship diversion, you have been asked to sabotage some of the ship's contents as well. There is very sensitive cargo that contains a highly classified cargo container of droids that will really hurt the Empire if it were to be destroyed.
The campaign begins with you all aboard your stolen, disarmed Lambda-class shuttle. You are in orbit around Remduba II heading for Martle Station, course plotted. You should be arriving in a few hours. You all take this time to get ready, chat, and psyche yourself up for the mission.
In orbit around Remduba II, the planet rotated slowly while a Lambda-class shuttle headed slowly towards Martle Station. In the back seat, gathering her things together, 3m-mA, or rather, "Emma" (what the softies called her) was listening to music. Wearing nothing but a proper outfit with a dark medical greatcoat and packing a heavy blaster on her hip, she sung as the song played through her headset.
"..and everything you want and everything you see is out of reach, not good enough..I don't know what the hell you want from me OOHHH!"
She continued to sing to the song obliviously as she packed her medical supplies, not caring or knowing whether her stupid idiot team mates were listening or not. Her voice sounded human, but a little electronic. She looked like a human, which she was ok with, but she was much more superior - and took every opportunity to let her friends know. She sounded Imperial: arrogant, pompous, villainous - all with a cool accent.
She might talk about how Lili found her. Helped her. Modified her Imperial Loyalty chip. And then, maybe - just maybe - Emma might say something along the lines of how she actually liked Lili. The others? Especially the Mando - she tolerated. Barely.
The music device she wore in her ear ran out of power and the song ground to a halt. She plucked it out and looked at it, giving it a loud, long, lip flapping sigh.
"Ok. Seriously. Who decided to purchase the least expensive audio baux the last time we were on Corellia? Speak up now. Do you know how often this thing runs out of power? I can barely finish two song."she complained to know one in particular. "Lasts longer than you *BLEEP*"she cursed, scoffing. She tossed it over her shoulder.
"Alright, who needs another tetanus shot? If my records are accurate, I believe one of you is due. I'm in a wonderful mood to administer it, too, so step up now."
Null could care less about Emma....feelings mutual. In fact, he could care less about pretty much anyone else in this Universe. Except his guns. Precious guns. Those were his babies. He tenderly caressed them as he fidgeted over them relentlessly, making sure every atom was operating as they were supposed to operate. For when the inevitable time came when he needed to rely on them, he wanted to ensure they were as harsh and relenting as he was.
Grunting an affirmative response to Emma's query, he silently marches up to Emma, rolls up the sleeve, and presents his copiously muscled arm for her to inject whatever voodoo medicine she's concocted this time.
"Give me the good stuff this time...I'll need it to protect all your asses on this mission!"
Emma jabs a needle like device into your arm, injecting you with god the **** knows, as far as you're concerned.
"There. Stop eating rusted tin cans. There's no nutrition in those. These hypo's aren't cheap. Unlike my audio baux headset."she said, thick with snark at the last part.
Null simply walks away without thanking Emma for the shot. He scoops up the various pieces of the damaged audio baux headset that Emma threw away, and brings them back to his seat where he spends the next few minutes futzing with them, trying to fix them and improve the power circuit so it lasts longer.
Mechanics roll (2G + 3P) results: 2 Failures
The multiple pieces of the damaged headset multiply to even further multiple pieces. Oh well, he tried. It's the thought that counts, right?
Lili looks up from her datapad, her flying fingers pausing for a moment. The blonde's hair is back in a tight coil at the base of her neck, and her dark grey eyes blink as she readjusts from looking at the screen. The slicer is wearing a layered set of clothes that afford her freedom of movement while still providing a little protection. Her datapad, a sleek, black model that she built by hand, is a mile above your typical pad, the center for her slicing activities. As this discussion was occurring, she was checking their orders and the hack she was running on Martle Station control.
"Null, toss those over here, let me see what I can do with them." She starts working on it, her tools coming out as she gets to work. A few minutes later, she holds up the reassembled piece. "Okay. Should be fully functional again, and I think I boosted the power capability. Being in combat training and encounters probably didn't help it out either. Give it to me for a tune-up after each fight or training session and it should do a bit better."
"Please be car-.." Emma began, then stopped, watching Null try and fix her walkman. He failed. She sighed, not entirely surprised. Then Null tossed it over to Lili. "PLEASE BE CAR-" the droid warned, her arm outstretched, but she caught it. And fixed it!
When Lili gave it back to Emma, she looked it over and tested it quickly. She grunted something to Lili as she confirmed it worked, walking back to the medical station.
Amelia “Hawkbat” Vitari was sitting behind the helm of the shuttle, boots propped up on the dash where the controls had been locked (don’t wanna open the airlock by accident), her goggles were pushed up into her forehead missing up her dark hair a bit. Her padded jacket that offered some protection was unbuttoned, exposing a lithe yet wort frame barely covered by a slightly grimy T-shirt cut low to show skin. Both arms were stretched back, hands clasped behind her head in a relaxed posture. She watches the headset fiasco with a wry grin.
“Sorry, Emma, thought we were trying to save creds for more important stuff, besides, Lili can make anything work better, she has the magic touch.” She gives a wry smirk and a wink at that.
"Music IS important."Emma dryly reminds Amelia. "It helps tune you all out. And yes, Lili does appear to have skills above---" and when she sees you had a double meaning, she groans loudly.
Whilst the party went about their usual banter, sitting off to the side in the main room, cross-legged and eyes shut in meditation, Zalv gave an amused smile at his companion's usual banter. The Miralian man had discarded the top half of his attire, letting it rest atop the chair beside him as he attempted to focus on the Force. He honestly wasn't very good at staying still and manipulating the Force itself, but he had made it a goal of his to try. Hearing the banter continue, however, he found it hard to focus on such meditation, resulting in a small sigh as he unfolded his legs and leaned back into his seat.
"Ami, any idea how much longer to we arrive?" Zalv stood from his seat and began to throw his shirt back on as he called out to the group's favorite (and only) pilot.
Lili laughs at Amelia's joke as she sets her hack to run on a different angle. On their way back to her screen, her eyes are momentarily distracted by the shirtless Miralian before she quickly moves her gaze to the screen as Zalv opens his eyes, returning her focus to her slicing efforts.
Having no luck with the audio baux, Null goes back to fine-tuning and cleaning his guns and his armor, choosing to prepare himself mentally and physically for the battle forthcoming. For those sitting next to him, you could possibly hear him whispering sweet nothings to his guns, almost as if they were his children that he's doting over.
Amelia raises an eyebrow at the shirtless Mirialan, before turning back to the display to check their ETA "Looks to be about an hour or two, depending on how stringent the station's docking procedures are. Based on our target, I imagine they are gonna be very thorough, so pretend we aren't rebels." At this last part Amelia will chuckle.
"Hey Null. Everything looking ok with your ordinance? Can't have your weapons look used when we're fighting for our lives." A wry smile, the corellian teases, hoping to get some kind of reaction from the mandolorian.
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Remduba II is a cold, grey world with nothing but microbial life and deep core mining operations. It's companion, Martle Station, is hospitable only by comparison. An aging orbital platform with a small Imperial garrison, a squadron of TIE fighters, and bored and corrupt officials, it's security should prove to be fairly lax.
Recalling your mission objectives, you are to pose as traders, then contact a local informant named Passk one aboard the station. He should be able to assist you in your efforts to infiltrate M226 when it arrives at Martle.
As you approach, you receive a transmission from station control. "Shuttle 201-7, we have you on our scopes. Please relay your business in Martle Station space and transmit your identification."
Amelia sits up straight, puts on a wry smirk, fixing herself up prim and proper, "Yes, we are traders requesting docking clearance. We need refueling and rest before continuing on to the Outer Rim." She will mute the comms briefly, looking to Lilli "Got our identification code handy?"
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COMING SOON TO A GALAXY NEAR YOU
STAR WARS : THE PERLEMIAN HAUL CAMPAIGN
The Perlemian Trade Route - also known as the Axis - runs coreward from Coruscant to just past Quermia, and is one of the oldest trade routes in the galaxy. The Rebel Alliance has long maintained reports of a mysterious Imperial convoy that travels the length of the Perlemian Trade Route. Known colloquially as the Perlemian Haul by spacers and Rebels alike, it is rumored to carry sensitive (and sinister) cargo to far-flung Imperial facilities and strongholds. It's existence has never been confirmed - until now.
Intelligence has reached the Rebel Alliance indicating the convoy's next port of call, as well as hints as to the nature of the high-value cargo it contains. The Alliance isn't about to let the elusive convoy - or it's valuable contents - pass them by. They require a skilled team of operatives to confirm the convoy's existence, infiltrate one of it's heavy freighters, and successfully commandeer the vessel so they can take possession of it.
The Galaxy is embroiled in a bitter civil war. Above the remote planet of Remduba II, an aging orbital platform may hold the key to striking a painful blow against the Galactic Empire. Captured data reveals that the mysterious Perlemian Haul, an Imperial convoy filled with valuable information and powerful weapons, must stop there to refuel. Now, an elite strike force of Rebel agents approach the station. Their goal: infiltrate the station, board one of the convoy's freighters, and commandeer it.
MISSION INFO / OBJECTIVES:
1. The Perlemian Haul refers to a secret Imperial convoy that purportedly plies the Perlemian Trade Route. It's existence has never been proven, and it is typically considered to be a myth. If it exists, it is used by the Empire to transport highly classified equipment, classified prisoners, or important personnel between Imperial installations.
2. The convoy is rumored to be composed of modified bulk transports and escorted by heavily armored capital ships that carry no Imperial markings or insignia.
3. Your target is Freighter M226. At this current moment in time, you are unaware of what special cargo M226 contains - only that THIS particular freighter is your target.
4. You must infiltrate Martle Station using cover identities as traders, then contact a local informant named Passk - a Trandoshan. He should be able to provide assistance in your efforts to infiltrate Freighter M226 when the convoy arrives to refuel there. Once aboard M226, you are to commandeer the vessel by any means available, drop out of hyperspace, and rendezvous with an Alliance strike group that will take possession of the ship.
5. Those that have the duties listed below, please read your additional quest objectives.
SPACE SUPERIORITY / RESOURCE AQUISITION
Destruction or appropriation of one or more of the convoy's valuable transports weakens the Empire's fleet. In addition, the transport in question might contain starfighters, starship weapons, or other technological systems that can be stolen from the Empire and used to strengthen the Rebellion's fleet of starships. Find some very special cargo.
PERSONNEL
A small group of Alliance SpecForce troops have been captured and are being transported as prisoners within the convoy. These unfortunately individuals have nothing to look forward to but torture and death at the hands of the Empire. Given their skill, loyalty, and renown within the Alliance, staging a rescue of these individuals would serve both boost morale and bolster the Rebellion's ranks.
SABOTAGE
Though this campaign is all about capital ship diversion, you have been asked to sabotage some of the ship's contents as well. There is very sensitive cargo that contains a highly classified cargo container of droids that will really hurt the Empire if it were to be destroyed.
The campaign begins with you all aboard your stolen, disarmed Lambda-class shuttle. You are in orbit around Remduba II heading for Martle Station, course plotted. You should be arriving in a few hours. You all take this time to get ready, chat, and psyche yourself up for the mission.
EMMA
In orbit around Remduba II, the planet rotated slowly while a Lambda-class shuttle headed slowly towards Martle Station. In the back seat, gathering her things together, 3m-mA, or rather, "Emma" (what the softies called her) was listening to music. Wearing nothing but a proper outfit with a dark medical greatcoat and packing a heavy blaster on her hip, she sung as the song played through her headset.
"..and everything you want and everything you see is out of reach, not good enough..I don't know what the hell you want from me OOHHH!"
She continued to sing to the song obliviously as she packed her medical supplies, not caring or knowing whether her stupid idiot team mates were listening or not. Her voice sounded human, but a little electronic. She looked like a human, which she was ok with, but she was much more superior - and took every opportunity to let her friends know. She sounded Imperial: arrogant, pompous, villainous - all with a cool accent.
She might talk about how Lili found her. Helped her. Modified her Imperial Loyalty chip. And then, maybe - just maybe - Emma might say something along the lines of how she actually liked Lili. The others? Especially the Mando - she tolerated. Barely.
The music device she wore in her ear ran out of power and the song ground to a halt. She plucked it out and looked at it, giving it a loud, long, lip flapping sigh.
"Ok. Seriously. Who decided to purchase the least expensive audio baux the last time we were on Corellia? Speak up now. Do you know how often this thing runs out of power? I can barely finish two song." she complained to know one in particular. "Lasts longer than you *BLEEP*" she cursed, scoffing. She tossed it over her shoulder.
"Alright, who needs another tetanus shot? If my records are accurate, I believe one of you is due. I'm in a wonderful mood to administer it, too, so step up now."
Null could care less about Emma....feelings mutual. In fact, he could care less about pretty much anyone else in this Universe. Except his guns. Precious guns. Those were his babies. He tenderly caressed them as he fidgeted over them relentlessly, making sure every atom was operating as they were supposed to operate. For when the inevitable time came when he needed to rely on them, he wanted to ensure they were as harsh and relenting as he was.
Grunting an affirmative response to Emma's query, he silently marches up to Emma, rolls up the sleeve, and presents his copiously muscled arm for her to inject whatever voodoo medicine she's concocted this time.
"Give me the good stuff this time...I'll need it to protect all your asses on this mission!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Emma jabs a needle like device into your arm, injecting you with god the **** knows, as far as you're concerned.
"There. Stop eating rusted tin cans. There's no nutrition in those. These hypo's aren't cheap. Unlike my audio baux headset." she said, thick with snark at the last part.
Null simply walks away without thanking Emma for the shot. He scoops up the various pieces of the damaged audio baux headset that Emma threw away, and brings them back to his seat where he spends the next few minutes futzing with them, trying to fix them and improve the power circuit so it lasts longer.
Mechanics roll (2G + 3P) results: 2 Failures
The multiple pieces of the damaged headset multiply to even further multiple pieces. Oh well, he tried. It's the thought that counts, right?
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Lili looks up from her datapad, her flying fingers pausing for a moment. The blonde's hair is back in a tight coil at the base of her neck, and her dark grey eyes blink as she readjusts from looking at the screen. The slicer is wearing a layered set of clothes that afford her freedom of movement while still providing a little protection. Her datapad, a sleek, black model that she built by hand, is a mile above your typical pad, the center for her slicing activities. As this discussion was occurring, she was checking their orders and the hack she was running on Martle Station control.
"Null, toss those over here, let me see what I can do with them." She starts working on it, her tools coming out as she gets to work. A few minutes later, she holds up the reassembled piece. "Okay. Should be fully functional again, and I think I boosted the power capability. Being in combat training and encounters probably didn't help it out either. Give it to me for a tune-up after each fight or training session and it should do a bit better."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Please be car-.." Emma began, then stopped, watching Null try and fix her walkman. He failed. She sighed, not entirely surprised. Then Null tossed it over to Lili. "PLEASE BE CAR-" the droid warned, her arm outstretched, but she caught it. And fixed it!
When Lili gave it back to Emma, she looked it over and tested it quickly. She grunted something to Lili as she confirmed it worked, walking back to the medical station.
Lili knew that meant thank you.
Amelia “Hawkbat” Vitari was sitting behind the helm of the shuttle, boots propped up on the dash where the controls had been locked (don’t wanna open the airlock by accident), her goggles were pushed up into her forehead missing up her dark hair a bit. Her padded jacket that offered some protection was unbuttoned, exposing a lithe yet wort frame barely covered by a slightly grimy T-shirt cut low to show skin. Both arms were stretched back, hands clasped behind her head in a relaxed posture.
She watches the headset fiasco with a wry grin.
“Sorry, Emma, thought we were trying to save creds for more important stuff, besides, Lili can make anything work better, she has the magic touch.” She gives a wry smirk and a wink at that.
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
"Music IS important." Emma dryly reminds Amelia. "It helps tune you all out. And yes, Lili does appear to have skills above---" and when she sees you had a double meaning, she groans loudly.
Amelia chuckles when Emma groans, “I’ll make a deal with you, E. We get through this job alive and I’ll find you some better headphones, deal?”
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
Whilst the party went about their usual banter, sitting off to the side in the main room, cross-legged and eyes shut in meditation, Zalv gave an amused smile at his companion's usual banter. The Miralian man had discarded the top half of his attire, letting it rest atop the chair beside him as he attempted to focus on the Force. He honestly wasn't very good at staying still and manipulating the Force itself, but he had made it a goal of his to try. Hearing the banter continue, however, he found it hard to focus on such meditation, resulting in a small sigh as he unfolded his legs and leaned back into his seat.
"Ami, any idea how much longer to we arrive?" Zalv stood from his seat and began to throw his shirt back on as he called out to the group's favorite (and only) pilot.
Lili laughs at Amelia's joke as she sets her hack to run on a different angle. On their way back to her screen, her eyes are momentarily distracted by the shirtless Miralian before she quickly moves her gaze to the screen as Zalv opens his eyes, returning her focus to her slicing efforts.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Emma made a noise of approval at Amelia, regarding the audio baux.
Having no luck with the audio baux, Null goes back to fine-tuning and cleaning his guns and his armor, choosing to prepare himself mentally and physically for the battle forthcoming. For those sitting next to him, you could possibly hear him whispering sweet nothings to his guns, almost as if they were his children that he's doting over.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Amelia raises an eyebrow at the shirtless Mirialan, before turning back to the display to check their ETA "Looks to be about an hour or two, depending on how stringent the station's docking procedures are. Based on our target, I imagine they are gonna be very thorough, so pretend we aren't rebels." At this last part Amelia will chuckle.
"Hey Null. Everything looking ok with your ordinance? Can't have your weapons look used when we're fighting for our lives." A wry smile, the corellian teases, hoping to get some kind of reaction from the mandolorian.
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
ONE HOUR LATER
Remduba II is a cold, grey world with nothing but microbial life and deep core mining operations. It's companion, Martle Station, is hospitable only by comparison. An aging orbital platform with a small Imperial garrison, a squadron of TIE fighters, and bored and corrupt officials, it's security should prove to be fairly lax.
Recalling your mission objectives, you are to pose as traders, then contact a local informant named Passk one aboard the station. He should be able to assist you in your efforts to infiltrate M226 when it arrives at Martle.
As you approach, you receive a transmission from station control. "Shuttle 201-7, we have you on our scopes. Please relay your business in Martle Station space and transmit your identification."
Amelia sits up straight, puts on a wry smirk, fixing herself up prim and proper, "Yes, we are traders requesting docking clearance. We need refueling and rest before continuing on to the Outer Rim." She will mute the comms briefly, looking to Lilli "Got our identification code handy?"
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer