Editing Conrad Deception (section)

===Episodes===
'''Episode 1 - The Pitch'''<br />
Our small band of outlaws, and I use the term outlaws loosely, found ourselves on Oovo IV.  Yeah, great place!  Talk about armpit of the galaxy!  This prison moon is no vacation paradise.  Since the Imps couldn’t get any dirt on a few of us, they had to cut us loose.  The rest of the crew of the Corvette, The Space Cow, got shipped off for prisons unknown.  Good luck to them!  So the four of us sat in the local cantina, trying to figure out what our next move was going to be.  Our paycheck was gone and we were left with a pass that guaranteed transport off of that rock, to another Imp controlled world where we’d probably be no better off.  That’s it.  No great things for us for being upstanding Imperial citizens.<br />

Now enter the fake Bounty Hunter and the cringy business guy.  So we’re sitting in the bar, nursing bad drinks, and paranoid about the Imps and anyone else that might still want to trump up some charges on us.  The Bounty Hunter was a fake.  Plain and simple.  I’ve been around enough to know that there’s no way a BH walks around in gaudy armor and dreadlocks.  Poor girl was going to end up as blaster fodder.  And the business guy who turned out to be her boss was dressed in an outfit that I’m sure deviated away from who he truly was. Truth be known, the Imps would probably want to talk to him more than they did us.<br />

Mr. Conrad turned out to be some owner of a shipping company out of Nar Shaddaa.  I’m leery about the whole thing, still. Conrad came in, giving us this fake kreffing accent, wanting hire us.  Turns out, he sounds like an average human fringer, not like what I’ve heard what Hapans are supposed to sound like, once he dropped the fake bantha poodoo voice acting.  Conrad wanted to hire us for a simple job.  He knew we were looking for work and he had a “spare” ship needing to be driven home.  A brand new ship?  Going to Nar Shaddaa?  I’m still not keen on it, but hey, a paycheck is a paycheck. As long as I get off this awful dirt ball.<br />
-Corha<br />

'''Episode 2 - "Level 42"'''<br />
Hey sis.  One more log for ya.  I don’t know if you’ll ever get to see these holos, but if you do, you’ll have all the stories about what your big sister did after things went bom-bad.<br />

Goodbye Oovo IV!  I don’t think I could say that fast enough.  Once Naw-Tor had the ship primed, I wanted off that hunk of rock as fast as he could fly.  Oh, but we were good Imperial citizens and got our clearance and declared our flight plan.  There was no way I was going to give the Imps a reason to keep us there. Off to Nar Shaddaa.<br />

Ya know, Nar Shaddaa isn’t so bad.  I mean, c’mon, there are worse places in the galaxy.  Still, it’s a downgrade from home for me.  Abregado-Rae is a vacation spot when you compare it to the Smuggler’s Moon.  Hutt business thrives there.  And anything involving the Hutts mean’s its plenty slimy.  Like Hundo P slimy.<br />

So my Twi’lek hottie, Draz, made herself scarce through the beginning of our journey to Nar Shaddaa.  Meanwhile, Naw-Tor, who I think I’m going to start calling “Knot”, went all paranoid; wanting to know what was under all the deck plates on a sparkly new ship.  I think I signed on with a bunch of crazies.  Knot’s all paranoid and Draz comes back out, brandishing a metal cylinder like it’s a Lightsaber.  I’d feel a whole lot better about my situation if Draz was a Jedi.  Maybe there’d be a glimmer of hope in the cesspool of a galaxy I’m stuck in.<br />

We got to Nar Shaddaa and docked up at this mondo tower called CC Beta.  Remember the cringy Bounty Hunter?  Well, she’s actually a full-on blaster babe.  I mean, Siobhan is snatched when she’s not parading around in a dumb costume with fakey dreadlocks.  She’s also a rep for Mr. Conrad Core, who’s gonna be our new boss.  Core is giving us name rights to the Nova 3-Z ship, as long as we work for him.  The condition is that Siobhan joins up with us as part of the crew.  I won’t complain.  I know, I know… Dad would want me to find some hot speeder jock.  Well, what can I say?  Twilek hottie?  Blaster babe?  I think you’ll understand my point of view.  As long as I’ve got a cozy bunk, some fine tunes, and a steady paycheck, I’ll be just fine.<br />
-Corha<br />

'''Episode 3 - The Sable Skies'''<br />
''The following transmission was recorded during an encounter.  Apologies for any breaks or disturbances during playback.''<br />
Mr. Core,

You had asked for occasional updates from me on the missions you give to the Sable Skies.  This will be automatically sent to you over my subspace com as I'm a bit pinned down at the moment and cannot hand deliver this to you.

As you know we got out of CC Beta without incident, but what you don't know is that many of the thrusters and engines were modified by Naw-Tor Malig in order to facilitate that launch.  Apparently the weight of the cargo was sufficient to make these modifications necessary.  Despite that, < blaster sound > our technician, Corha Vance, certified that the modifications were good enough to allow the ship to operate with more power, which we needed to get out of CC Beta and land at our destination.

While in flight I found Draz'iw Doneeta-Kuni was the Jedi you wished me to find in the group.  On the flight out I found her in practice with her Lightsaber and she shared her story with us.  Simply, she was the Padawan of the only Jawa Master, Vlovot Koca, and studied the < LOUD blaster shots > Jawa language from her as well.  I declined to share my own Force status, instead giving them some of the details of my working for you.

Offload went well, and the modifications to the ship were undone so we didn't crash the ship. We had to unload half the cargo at the main spaceport and the other half at Dr. Reave's private landing pad.  It was during this second offload that your message found us.

Draz'iw and I hopped on the Swoop I requisi < explosion > tioned from Stores and made a beeline to the hospital, the nearest location that had a transmitter we could use.  (We should talk about possibly mounting one in the hold of the Skies to facilitate our communication.)  We got spotted by one of the local police force, and were nearly pulled over and ticketed, but Draz'iw managed to convince them we were carrying lifesaving medicine and they decided to give us an escort instead.

< blaster bolt whine >

Your transmission came and I was able to capture the entire thing on my datapad.  I wiped the memory of the transmission location, but I had a bad feeling that it didn't get everything out of the memory.  I figured that it was good enough as I doubted an Imperial Slicer would be checking an outpost hospital for information you were sending. The rest of the offload happened, and we got off-planet easily to make our way toward The Wheel.  While in transit we did a few things:

1. I practiced as I always do, and meditated.
2. I briefed the rest of the crew with the information you sent.
3. We made a plan of action to split up once we got the The Wheel to look for Resik Jinzler.

When we arrived, we hired a bodyguard to keep an eye < shouts and clattering > on the ship while we split up among the population of The Wheel.  Draz'iw and I paired up and hit the Casinos and the bars, while Corha and Naw-Tor went to execute their planned collection of information.  (I'm sorry I can't be more specific here, but they failed to share their plan with me and I didn't feel it was my position to press the issue.)

Draz'iw and I got some leads in the casinos, and we got a name for a gentleman who matched Master Resik's description, calling himself Lorn Tenil.  I spent bribing cash to make sure that those who helped us out felt rewarded for their trouble, and you were right, being generous certaily did help the cooperation of the locals.

Finally we had a name and we went to the Security Office to get an address.  There we found Corha and Naw-Tor in the office, and we tried pretending to not know each other.  Unfortunately the deception was uncovered when I showed the picture to one < three rapid fire blaster shots > of the Security Officers, and they connected the two groups together as looking for the same person.  I had to turn over a graft of 250 to pay the Security Personnel to look the other way while they gave me Master Resik's address in The Wheel.  I stuck with my cover of being a bounty hunter and I have to admit that it was fun to do.

Finally we got to Master Resik's quarters, and despite the fact that I was calling him by his cover name, he didn't respond until I called him Resik Jinzler.  At that point we had a number of hostiles with blaster rifles come around the corner and look as though they were going to start shooting.

I've updated this on the flight recording of Sable Skies through my Hush Comlink, in hopes there is some record left if worse comes to worst and we all die.  

I'm submitting a voucher for ship's and mission expenses for 660 credits to this point.  We also need to get two sets of Mandalorian Armor, one for my bounty hunter cover and one for Naw-Tor, more arms in the weapon's locker, and a case or two of grenades.  Naw-Tor apparently wants more droids as well, and I'm hoping we can salvage the IG-88 that is facing us.  As always the salvage from this fight will go into the ship's stores for use later or transfer to CC Beta.

Siobhan signing off.

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'''Episode 4 - Escape the Wheel'''<br />
“Siobhan!  Are you seriously recording a transmission right now! Give me that!

(Flips the comlink back on)

Okay, Core.  So you said that this Rizek guy was in trouble and we had to go pick him up.  Fine.  You never said that we’d have to fight off a bunch of thugs that were coming to get him too!  I think our rates just increased!

First of all, the guy’s a flippin’ Jedi!  He shoved us down a hall and threw a door at some dregs that were coming for him.  Then, their pals showed up trying to use a poor little girl as a meat shield!  Well, we did take care of that handily…

Still!  The frellin’ bitch squad showed  up too, wanting Rezik more than the first group.  ‘Knothead’ got all banged up jumping through a window and then shot.  Draz got shot too!  Best part of all this?  WE’RE NOT EVEN BACK TO THE SHIP YET!  I swear, if I die, I’m coming back to haunt you!  You’ll never sleep again!  Do you hear me, Core!”

“Are you done, Corha?”

“No!”

“Can I have the comlink back now?”

“Fine!”

'''Episode 5 & 6 - Escape the Wheel parts 2 & 3'''<br />
Personal Diary, entry 8120

Well, as I sent to Conrad several days ago, we found our Jedi Master and his apprentice.  There were multiple peoples after him, the Hutts, The Empire, several Bounty Hunters and others.  It was a running battle from the door of Resik's flat all the way back to the Sable Skies.

I swear by the Force, we must have fought about 50 people at various points in total.  I know we had about 8 in our first encounter, sent by the Hutts.  They are so freaking cheap, sending droids to capture him that were just on their last legs.  Hit them once, and they blow up.  The sentients were harder.  We managed to get out of there without too much damage and I didn't take any wounds, and better yet, I didn't have to draw my Lightsaber.

Then we were confronted by some ladies.  I still don't know what group they were from, but they were REALLY pissed at Master Jinzler.  That felt like it took all day.  I had to abandon the droid I was pushing along to defend myself and others, got to a point where I was able to take out one or two of them with blaster shots, on stun of course.

We FINALLY got to the area that we needed to get to so we could take the lift back to the hanger.  That's when shit really got bad.  There were like a dozen Imperial Stormtroopers there, along with an Inquisitor.  I knew we were about to die.

Newt finally showed herself.  Apparently she took a different route.  I was really happy to see her, although she acted normal for her, and when I hugged her and thanked her for saving my life (see the entries about leaving the Temple) she had no reaction, and didn't do anything.  I wish I dared touch her mind to see if she was happy or what, but I remember what happened to Master Cane when he tried.

I finally had to use my powers to hide myself, not with Cloak, but the one that prevents anyone from sensing me.  I clamped it down, and I think that helped keep safe.  I don't think the Inquisitor knew I was there.  I managed to take out some Stormtroopers with grenades and pull one of the belts to me so I had more ordinance to throw. Hope no one saw that.  

An aside on my hiding... I really REALLY don't want to be known as a Padawan or someone who is Force Sensitive.  I've seen too many people who were get hunted down, or corrupted by the Inquisitors.  It's hard, especially when I can telekenese grenades around, create light, and all those things, but I'm terrified that the Sith who killed my Master will find me.  Poor Master Fisto.  I wish I could have learned more from him.  I hope he didn't suffer.

Anyhow, Newt chopped off the leg of the Inquisitor, we managed to take so many of the Stormtroopers out that when they retreated, they just wanted us gone.  Draz'iw got his lightsaber, because hers blew up.  I came really close to tossing her mine till she could reconstruct hers.  At least she salvaged her crystals.

From there, we ran a gauntlet to the ship, and once we got there found some idiot on the ship yelling at the ship for parking in "his" place.  Fool.  I told him to get down several times, finally we took off with him still up there.  I figure if he was still on there when we hit the exit, then he deserved to die. We hit vacuum and made tracks.

So, going back to CC Beta, and while in transit, I was able to pick up some things Master Jinzler was teaching Newt and Draz'iw. With the meditation I was doing in my cabin, I think I have some more insights and it helped me reason out some more powers.  I know I got better at the basic skills.

No one has confronted me yet about my ex-Jedi status, but I'm expecting them to at any moment.  I'm really scared to have them do so.  I don't want to lie, but honestly, it's none of their business. 

I am so scared.

<br />
'''Episode 7 - More murders'''<br />

Well, Conrad, here's more of what we've been doing.

We transported Master Jinzler to his destination, and then went on the "vacation" you arranged for us.  The three weeks transporting Master Jinzler to where he was going was tedious, but there was time to study and learn some new skills from him.  Corha seems to have discovered a droid inside a droid in R-J, Master Jinzler's droid.  No one knows what is going on there.  He left the ship without taking the droid with him, and since his last command to the droid was "Follow the mad lady" (meaning Corha), R-J is still following her around.  Just reminding you since you didn't see us when we got to our destination and debriefed.

So, the vacation.  It was nice to sit and not DO anything for a while.  We slept and then decided to take advantage of the facilities. Corha, myself, and Draz'iw went shopping to fit in a bit better here, and I want to thank you for the ability to send the bills to your cabana instead of paying the 50K credits that we all spent at one point or another.

Corha and I decided to go out for a nice dinner and then hobnobbing with the rich and famous at the resort, then go to a club to dance and have real fun.  Draz'iw decided to go to the spa and get the full treatment.  Naw-Tor got drunk.  He drank part of everything in your bar at the cabana, and we found him passed out on the floor.  So to prevent more accidents, I moved him to the bath tub and put him on his side with his head near the drain so any vomit can flow away and not choke him.  Corha decided to add a racing stripe to his head while he was unconscious.  

Corha and I got ready, had a really nice dinner at the restaurant.  Draz'iw apparently had such a nice time at the spa that she bought a spy there.  From what I gather, the lady she gave her paycheck to was an indentured servant who needed a lot of credits to buy herself out of debt, and Draz'iw, being a very sympathetic lady, decided to help her out, in exchange for information she hears in the spa.  So we have a new source of information for you to exploit, and if you want to continue to pay her some amount on a retainer or whatever, I bet Draz'iw will be grateful.

We all met back up at the cabana to freshen up before going to the ballroom to hang around with the military and rich and royal, and we got Naw-Tor cleaned up, dressed nicely, racing stripe removed, and ready to not ben an embarrassment.  Then we went to Supper.

Wonderful time there.  Beautiful setting, beautiful people, primal scream when an Admiral died in the ballroom. 

I'll keep you updated.  And you owe me 1400 credits for the weaponry I bought.