The Breakout

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Having left the imperial facility on Ilum, we decided to return to Coruscant to simply relax for a bit and wait for Frons' arm to fully recover and give Charla some time to rest. The twins decided to accompany us as their transport had left them stranded on Ilum and we had gotten along with them pretty well.

 

Well, we made it to Coruscant without any larger problems and found some decent lodging for the 9 of us. After that we all went about our business; Kas and Vase played Sabacc, Veto went to go search for the nearest bar, and the rest of us relaxed and got some rest.

 

A couple of minutes later a droid arrived at the doorstep of our current residence which presented itself as H-24, a messenger droid with some important information for us. He handed me a small data chip and as quick as it had come, the droid was gone.

 

Braik took a quick look at the chip, confirming it was neither a secret explosive nor a hostile virus.

 

We plugged it into Vase's computer and accessed the one file stored on the chip - a simple audio clip. Without hesitation, I played the clip.

 

Immediately, a disembodied female voice begin speaking to us through the computer's speakers;

 

"Greetings, My name is Lagra Romlow. I heard your little band was in the region, and coincidentally I happen to be in need of the services of a bounty hunter. There is an underground imperial prison on Kashyyyk under these coordinates:

41°24'12.2"N 2°10'26.5"E. There is a prisoner in cell 42 on level 3 that I need kidnapped and returned to Coruscant. The person you're looking for is a female Keshiri in her early twenties. I regret to inform you that I can not equip you with more information at this time, however I can assure you that if you choose to accept this mission you shall be justly rewarded. Knowing bounty hunters, this isn't enough to convince you to join, so if you enter the following code in the intersystems bank network you'll find a number of credits already waiting for you: 5GD04KL38."

 

I signalled to Vase to enter the code into the network. Once he had entered the network and used the code, we were granted access to a high security account with some very pleasing numbers on it.

 

"Should you chose to accept this job, I shall be more than obliged to triple this number. I'm sorry, I can not supply you with more information. End transmission."

 

I looked at Vase.

"Well, I don't usually like taking jobs from unknown people, but that number is very convincing."

 

"Welp, if it turns out to be a scam, we can always just track the droid back to the owner and give them a talking too"

 

I looked at Vase's tracking computer, which was blinking with a soft blue light.

 

"You planted a tracker on that thing, didn't you?"

 

He just raised an eyebrow and smirked.

 

I sighed.

"Eh, I was never one for relaxing anyways. Call in Vase, we've got a job to do. And bring the twins too, they can fill in for Frons and Charla while they recuperate . They won't protest once you show them that account"

 

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We reached Kashyyyk and followed the coordinates to a small clearing in a forest of towering trees. In the middle of the clearing was a small hatch. The plan was fairly simple: Braik had brought with him all the equipment we would need for a quick heist, or in this case a breakout. Among the equipment was a laser drill and grappling line and spool. After entering the prison, Braik and I would slide down the line equipped with the drill to level 3 and break out the prisoner, with Veto holding the grappling spool and the twins providing us with some extra protection. Kas would stay in the clearing and alert us if any reinforcements were on their way.

 

We broke into the prison after a brief fire fight with the guards and prepared for our descent to level 3. As far as we could tell, no alarms had been triggered and no one knew of our presence. Kas stayed behind, Veto grabbed the spool, and the rest of us slid down to level 3. Or at least, what we thought was level 3.

 

After a quick search of the containment cells, we found cell 42 and prepared for the extraction. Braik calibrated the drill and the twins took up defensive positions and I took to work on disengaging the alarm. After a couple of tense, quiet minutes, I was able to disable the alarm and Braik informed me that the drill was ready.

 

We grabbed the drill and began slowly moving it in a circle around the door of the cell. Once we completed the circle, we took a deep breath and pushed the door in. What met our eyes was certainly not a female Keshiri.

 

"Wassa youa doin?" asked the confused Gungan.

 

"What the heck...," I muttered under my breath.

 

Braik accessed the information panel next to the cell.

 

"Kidool Depels," he read. "He was charged with first degree murder and treason to the empire for a successful assassination attempt on an imperial senator."

 

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "How did he do that?"

 

"He poisoned the senator's meal. This guy was a chef for 6 years before being imprisoned."

 

I glanced at the Gungan. "Nice" I said.

 

He was too busy slobbering to notice.

 

"Markus," said Braik. "There isn't enough juice in this thing for another extraction. This is it, we had one shot to get this gal out and we're stuck with a Gungan instead."

 

"I don't get it," I said. "We're on level 3 and this is cell 42, where did we go wrong?"

 

"Thisa not level tree" said the Gungan.

 

I looked down over the edge of the catwalk.

 

"I know you Gungans aren't big on brains, but I'm pretty sure we're on the 3rd level."

 

"No, yousa under da ground man. Yousa count lavals begging from tha top."

 

I glanced at Braik who was pounding his head against into the wall.

 

"Well, I'm not leaving this place without the prisoner. Come on Braik, we're going down another level."

 

Braik lifted his head. "I already told you Markus, we can't use the drill for another extraction - it just doesn't have enough power."

 

"I'll think of something." I said.

 

"When you 'think of something,' it usually involves a lot of explosives, and I thought we weren't trying to alert the garrison stationed here?"

 

"Whatever, this was getting boring anyway," I said, grabbing onto the line and sliding down to level 3 (the real one this time).

 

Braik followed me next, then the twins, confusion evident on their faces.

 

I found cell 42 and reached into my coat. I brought out a thermal detonator and Without hesitation tossed it at the door. It exploded outward, showering the catwalk in dust.

 

Out of the cell stepped a female Keshiri wearing a pair of electro-cuffs.

 

Braik read from the information panel near the cell; "Lagra Romlow, imprisoned for multiple crimes, including theft, plagiarism, and dealing in illegal arms and drugs."

 

"You hired us to rescue yourself? Clever, I like it," I said.

 

"No time for chit-chat Markus," said Bren. "The first guards have arrived."

 

Sure enough, 2 prison guards had appeared on the level below us and began raining shots on our little party.

 

"Keep them distracted," I told Bren and Krista. "We'll get the girl out first, follow us once we're done."

 

After a quick nod from Bren, I gestured for Lagra to grab the line and signalled Veto to lift us out.

 

The twins made quick work of the guards and followed us moments later.

 

"Whasa you doin?" asked the Gungan. "Don leave mesa! They thinka I with yousa!"

 

"Then grab on," I told the Gungan. "We could use a good chef, another day of Charla's cooking might kill me."

 

After a few seconds of thought, I glanced at the Gungan. "Don't tell her I said that"

 

The Gungan just stood there, empty-headed. It didn't occur to me that he had no idea what I was talking about.

 

"Just grab the heck on." I told him.

 

He happily obliged, and we exited the prison safe and sound.

 

Once we exited the prison we were met by Kas who had a concerned look on his face.

 

"I intercepted a signal for reinforcements just now, they'll be here shortly. I was just about to tell you when you came out."

 

"Then let's get out of here," I said. "Our work here is done"

 

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Built for Brickanics' contest over on YouTube. Due to the fact that vacation is coming to an end, I decided I didn't want to start any larger/longer projects, but I did want to enter this contest as well as just build another Star Wars MOC. The result: The breakout, a small SW MOC for the Dark Times RPG built in less than 2 days.

 

Feedback is always appreciated,

Happy Building!

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