Ship’s Log: Fortune’s Favor
ABY 3.1.11, Primeday
Sector: Hutt Space
Captain Val Holiday – The Face/Lead Vocals
Jas Tuso – Band Agent/Percussion
Neelo – Medic/Hallicset
Besh Viridux – Pilot/Gunner/Slitherhorn
R7-01 – Mechanic/AV Tech
Gloumi – Summer Intern/Shellhorn (ugh)
Shorty – Muscle/Security
Zelda the Freakshow
Band Gear (what’s left of it)
20 Slave Collars
30 barrels of pesticide
1 mini Hutt repulsor sled
Pilot’s Log: – Besh Viridux
Well, we barely made it out of Nar Shada in one piece. Val had set us up with a pretty sweet gig at this spacer dive bar called “The Slippery Slope” in the mids of Lil’Corellia. The place is run by a half pint Twi’lek called Lib Fortuna. Val knew her from past dealings of some sort. R7 and I had spent a couple days posting holo flyers on the shadow hubs in and around the area so we were expecting a pretty good turn out. Jas had worked some connections in the neighborhood too so we weren’t surprised when the place got packed right before our set. We might have done too good of job of advertising because right before we were about to go on stage, Lib came in and told me that some KanjaKlub goons had been around asking about me! All the way out here in Hutt space! I just can’t shake those guys.
Anyway, Val got us started off just right and man we were in the groove with only a few hiccups. You could feel the heat in the room and everyone was all in. Val had the crowd eating out of our palms for three songs. We were aiming for a huge bonus when some dikut gangsters came in and shot up the ceiling, giving everybody a warning to not come back to the bar. Turns out the Slippery Slope was right in the middle of a classic Kajidic Hutt Match. Just our luck. The heavies left and no one got hurt too bad but the room was dead for the rest of the night. Jas had to do some smooth talking after our set just to get us the money Lib owed us for the show. That two timing tailhead was going to snub us 50%! I was surprised when Val offered to help her get off planet.
Afterword, we were schlepping our gear out the front and one of Gorga the Hutt’s minions popped up and tried to pressure us into another gig at some other slime pit bar. Before we had a chance to tell him to go crink himself, two swooper dweezers popped out of the lower alley and 66ed him into green mist. We started backing into the bar, wanting to avoid a fight with whoever these sleemos were, but they weren’t having it. Before we knew it, they were shooting up our repulsor sled with all of our prime AV gear. Thousands of credits down the head, just like that. Jas got hit pretty bad before he fell back through the cantina doors. Neelo sterilized the wound with some Nabooian brandy left on the counter and topped him off with a stim pak. I barely made it back myself before they blew out the windows and wrecked the place. Needless to say, we grabbed Lib and made a hasty retreat out the back.
We offered Lib a ride off Shaddaa on the Favor but she had some arrangements to make. Instead, she sent us one of her “girls” to get off planet. I wasn’t feeling too bad about getting one of Lib’s dancing girls on board our tight quartered ship, but then the “girl” turned out to be some cyborg albino freak named Zelda with barrel eyes and a bad attitude. I tried being my usual charming self but she just gave me the kung-eye and told me to kriff-off. So much for love.
On the plus side, Jas ran into some Imperial carbon-douche out on the landing bay and he got us a gig all they way out on Teth. Turns out the Imperials got a bunch of bucketheads out there that need entertaining. Our reputation precedes us! 5 days, 500 creds a day, and we get to play an officer gala. Heh-Heh, I can’t wait to wail some jizz at those crinkers. They won’t know what hit him. Thing is, Jas also arranged for us to “transport” some contraband for this Imperial chap. They’re slave collars, and not the kind that I like. These things are for actual slaves AND they’re rigged to blow the poor sods’ heads off if they try to run away. This is some evil sith kung. It was 400 extra creds though so we took the job. I know, I know, it sounds bad, but dig this: we had a band meeting and R7 and I got the go ahead to disable those things – all 20 of ‘em. Who knows, maybe we’ll give whoever ends up in those things a fighting chance. Besides, it gave me and R7 a couple days of quality bro time in the cargo hold and an opportunity to hone my mechanic chops.
Our deal with Lib was to drop Zelda off at Outlander Transit Station just outside of Teth. Man, that place is a dump, but a deal is a deal. Good thing too cause I was getting a bad vibe off that chica and I think Val was thinking of hiring her on. As if we needed another pathetic lifeform on this ship. (At least Gloomy is smart and can play that sea shell thing he’s got). Stopping at Outlander gave Jas a chance to pick up a couple of small cargo jobs going out to Teth too. Looks like we are adding a mini Hutt Sled and 30 barrels of pesticide to the manifest. How apropos.
I’m glad we sent Shorty with Jas to scout Outlander Station. On the way back to the ship, Jas stumbled into this Aqualish spacer and his Trandoshan moof milker. Jas tried talking his way out of it (as usual) but that Aqualish wasn’t having it and tried to make a move. Before they knew it, Jas blasted a whole in the aqualish and our friendly wookies’ viboraxe came out. Shorty hamstringed that trandy kung face right in the back of the knee. Snikety-snik! Damn that Wookie is one badass crinker! I think Shorty and Jas were going to leave it at that but according to Jas, our passenger Zelda popped out of the shadows and broke the trano’s neck. Scary! I think we’re better off without that uptight albino freak on our ship. Who knows what she’s capable of? I’m glad we departed on good terms with her. If we run into her again, it will be too soon.
Well, we’re almost to Teth and I still have to do my daily jizzercise workout and write a comm to Anra and Ramud. I don’t know what to expect on Teth. I’ve heard some nasty rumors out on the space lanes and these slave collars give me a bad feeling. Furthermore, what the kriff do the Imperials need with 30 barrels of pesticide and a hutt sled? I thought Teth was just a swamp ball with an Imperial listening outpost on it. I guess we’ll find out when we drop off the goods and get our 5 day gig set up. Creds a cred at the end of day.