USH'S GAME EPISODE I- "AVALAR"- Light Side (Lance Windu, Gundark, Phinney)

There are two agents, who we will just call Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones.

'Well well well," says Smith.

"Well indeed," says Jones.

"A Republican Diplomatic cruiser, eh?"

"Not seen one of the, in a long time to be sure."

"Does hey look like he is from the Republic?"

"He surely does not"

Smith sucks his lips in against his teeth.

"I don't know; if they are flying Republic colours they must be on Republic business..." he says

"Quite a landing tax for those on official business," says Jones.

Thwy look at you expectantly.

RC reaches into his pocket and produces two shiny, Republic credits.

"I think you will find that this will cover it."

He watches both men as hge implants the image of two large bags of golden republic 1000 credit coins. More than these two would probably earn in a lifetime.

For a moment RC is worried that the suggestion may not work.

"Ah!" says Mr. Smith. "A man who knows his business! How we appreocate that, eh?"

"Er..." says Mr. Jones, looking confused. "Hang on..."

"Well, I guess our inspection is done, though do remember that taxes increase the longer you stay here, and as for protection against the pirates, well..." SMith sucks in his cheeks.

"Wait... ah..." says Jones, looking at the coins.

"Come on, my friend, I am sure these travellers wish to be left alone..." Smith turns around ane leaves. Jones follows him, trying to work out exactly what has gone wrong with their routine.

Phinney starts talking to Oasis,

"Man I hope we can restore peace on this planet" I hope the mission goes shall I say smoothly"

It looks like you may have your work cut out.

The way is now clear for you to enter the docking area and the rest of the space port.

It seems that pirate fighters are just landing from a recent raid. Engineers are scuttling out to service the ships. Again, the scale of the operation surprises you.
One brightly coloured ship appears to be getting the lion's sahre of the repiar work done to it. The pilot hops out of the ship, on his hands. He is a Dug, and a violent looking one at that. He starts to push the engineers around.

No sign of law enforcement can be made, except for the 'Customs' officials, who seem a little confused right now...

There are, however, plenty of security personnel, but they all seem to be working WITH the pirates.

What The Hell is going on, A Civil War

(Strange you shoud mention that, Phinney. If you go to Damagran itself you will see that the two sides are those who favour continued union with the Republic (The Unionists) and those who favour making the Damagran Confederacy independant (The Confederates).

War hasn't started there yet, but it could well do soon. And THIS planet appears to be the source of all the trouble.

The Damagran Confederacy used to be strong and stable. Now this entire planet in it has been given over to the pirates. it is a sad time in the Republic when this can happen, but who is responsible?

So This is a different planet we are on, or is this a city, and the confederacy is the porates, please explain I have been gone and I dont like reading

Ok, Damagran is the Capital world of the Damagran Confederacy where the troubles are.

However, based on Gundy's vision, you guys have gone instead the nearby world of Jaglon Beta, to check it out to see whether her vision meant anything, and you have certainly found SOMETHING wrong here...

"OK, I have a little errand to take care of, before our friend Mr. PL-663319 has second thoughts."

RC heads out of the hanger, following the signs for the Port Landing Authority.

For those of you who cannot think of anything to do, here are some ideas...

1. Find out from the locals what the heck is going on here. Why is a supposedly civilised Republican world given enitrely over to pirates?

2. Talk to the pirates and find out why they are proceeding with such a dangerous operation, and more to the point where are they getting all the resources from to do it?

3. Find a way past the security stopping you from getting to the upper level, where you are bound to find more info.

4. And for RC (and anyone who wants to help him), try to uncover any evidence of a plot to assassinate Derin.

RC, the PLA is very close indeed, though it is not quite the well-run place you may have imagined. It is full of pirates trying to get various administrative things signed. That Dug is on his way there now, looking mean.

Gundy, that Force disturbance... of course, it is rare to feel a Force disturbance around a place or person, and sure enough you cannot feel it any more. It was more of... a possibility, like something or someone here had the potential to cause great change... for the worde.

Phinney follows RC and Gundy

Gundark clipped her sabre back in place, having been holding it loosely in her left hand, listening to RC's conversation with security with half a grin. His money had spoken louder than any words. Like Oasis, she had chosen not to wear a disguise, deciding the risk to openly appear in her jedi robes was worth the danger it might present, no matter how that danger prickled in the back of her mind. The air that filtered in from the open hatch smelled hot with fuel exhaust and lubricants. Well, she'd been worse places.....

Assuming they go the same way, of course.

Standing just outside the gates to the PLA, RC turns to Gundy and Phinney.

"Look, if we all go in there, someone is gonna get suspicious. Shooo! Go find your trouble elsewhere."

As Gundark and Phinney walk away, RC enters the complex.

*TALKING TO GUNDY* "I feel suspicious of this place, I feel like it has something to do with the other planet" I feel the darkside hear.

RC, the crowd at the PLA is getting a bit tight. One of them slips backwards slightly in the queue and backs into that Dug. In typical Dug fashion, it responds by 'kicking' him to the floor with his hands and jumping on top of him.

"Oh, just LEAVE him, Jemel..." says one of the nearby pirates, resignedly. Jemel does not seem to listen, and starts to punch at the terrified man.

Phinney see the police and pirates attacking the citizens, He then walks over to try to straighten things out.

Meanwhile RC has entered the complex. The corridors are bustling with people, but not the kind that he would have expected to find in a major planetary control office.

The place is crawling with pirates, reprebates, the basic skum and villiany of the galaxy... RC pulls back his shoulders and strides into the throng, allowing his size to clear the way for him.

More than once a pirate or other individual took exception to his hurried progress, but a slipped in suggestion of badness that would ensue should they decided to follow up on their ugly glances ensured that his progress was swift.

Three floors up, hidden at the end of a grimey corridor, RC found the wide expance of the Port Landing Authority control office. Harrassed looking controllers were attempting to keep order in the skys above.

It took RC less than 4 minutes to find his friend PL-663319, an aged Twi'lek, missing much of one of his lekku and looking decidedly unhappy.

RC propped himself on the edge of the desk and waited for the green skinned alien to notice him.

"Who are you!" The Twi'lek snapped. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, Mr. PL-663319. I am Mr. Cree, I am here to ensure that you adhered to my instruction to follow Security Protocol 8973-2223434-11."

"Hrmph! You don't look like CorSec to me!"

"Now, now. Remember, Security Protocol 8973-2223434-11"

The Twi'lek looked blankly at Cree. "Security Protocol 8973-2223434-11, yes, of course."

"That's much better... Now tell me, Why is a supposedly civilised Republican world given itself almost entirely over to pirates...?"

The controller looks a little confused as he speaks.

"Well..." he says. "I wouldn't say we were... ah... given OVER to pirates... as such...

"But this world... we weren't getting anywhere... the runt of the Confederacy. Having the pirates here... it's turned things around...

"Of course, the pirates wouldn't stay... it's too dangerous here for them... if it wasn't for... the gold shipments... with the gold they are paying for everything they need... everyone is becoming rich..."

He blinks, heavily.

"But... why do YOU need to know all that, anyway? I'm a very busy man, you know!"

Meanwhile, outside the office, you, Phinney, have just arrived at the argument.

Well, it's less of an argument than a beating, now. The Dug, Jemel, is still kicking at the fallen man, who is groaning. Jemel yabbers in an alien language, rapidly. His friends- well, associates, anyway- are unesuccessfully trying to get him to stop, and are now giving up and getting on with things.