Module 4
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Entry 4A
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You move the landspeeder down the long, winding ridge that leads to the center of Bant Station. You begin to cough. In the distance Mount Bant is pouring fiery magma into the sea and belching ash and hot gases into the atmosphere. The low lying volcanic dome erupts at least three times a year. The volcano turns the sky ruddy orange and deposits fine ash that hangs around town for a few days until the island breeze clears it out to sea. You reach into your vest, pull out a black pilot’s scarf and wrap it around your face.
Once you reach town center you turn off the main thoroughfare onto Starport Row. To your left, you see the arched entrance to The Nine Rings cantina. The Nine Rings has always done brisk business catering to recent arrivals to Ord Mantell. Today is no different: species from hundreds of worlds mingle at the local watering hole.
As you begin to merge onto the busier lanes, three blue lights on the dash blink in sequence, BEEP - BEEP – BEEP. The speeder’s communications panel indicates you have an incoming holographic transmission.
"X7 would you activate the transceiver so I can take this call. It's probably Lan."
"Whoo eeet eeet ooh doo eet.... ..... ..... beedeep ohwee ohweeet bee beeep "
[Translation: Certainly Master. I would like to remind Master that according to the newly revised Ord Mantell Personal Repulsorlift Enabled Vehicle Operations Code, it is a third degree violation to receive personal transmissions of a non-emergency nature while operating a Class-3 landspeeder. Please my Master, take care to follow all provided lane guidance suggestions while you complete this human interaction.]
"Yes. I will be sure to do that X7. Thank you for the lengthy reminder."
"Doo weet beet deeee deep."
[Translation: My pleasure]
X7-3 opens a compartment inside the driver's arm rest revealing a miniature holographic transceiver.
The familiar face of Lan Daristol appears before you. A pair of silver weather worn racing goggles covers his eyes, but you can still make out the square jaw, dirt-blonde hair and nose broken in a racing accident years ago.
“Lan.”
“Danth. Nice weather we’re having.”
“I hate it when old man Bant wakes up.”
“Same here. Where are you?”
“Heading to Garn’s.”
“…I wouldn’t.”
You pause, “Why not?”
“I sent Devek to Garn’s place about an hour ago to pick up a few parts. He said he overheard a well-armed Rodian and the biggest Trandoshan he had ever seen asking questions about you.”
You slow the speeder and pull into the repair lane. “What kind of questions?”
“Dev didn’t catch all the conversation…he said they were looking for you.”
Noting the concern on your face, Lan asks, “Why don’t we meet for a drink… on me? I need to talk to you.”
“Where?” You ask, your voice tense.
“I think we need to lay low.” Lan pauses, “Let’s meet at L’lora’s.”
L’lora is an elder Twilek female who opened up a popular pazaak den a few years ago. She prefers local customers only; people she can get to know, regular customers like you and Lan. Since off-worlders are not welcome to play, eat or drink at her establishment, it seems a safe place for a private meeting and L’lora would know if any other dangerous scum had been asking about you.
You must decide:
[ Do you continue on to Garn’s shop without meeting Lan? Read module 5A]
[ Do you meet Lan at L’lora’s? Read module 5C ]
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Entry 4B
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You move the speeder down the long, winding ridge that leads to the center of Bant Station. You begin to cough. In the distance Mount Bant is pouring fiery magma into the sea and belching ash and hot gases into the atmosphere. The low lying volcanic dome erupts at least three times a year. The volcano turns the sky ruddy orange and deposits fine ash that hangs around town for a few days until the island breeze clears it out to sea. You reach into your vest, pull out a black pilot’s scarf and wrap it around your face.
Once you reach the center of town you turn off the main thoroughfare and onto Starport Row. To your left you see the arched entry to The Nine Rings cantina. The Nine Rings has always done brisk business catering to recent arrivals to Ord Mantell. Today is no different: species from hundreds of worlds mingle at the local watering hole.
As you begin to merge onto the busier lanes, three blue lights on the dash blink in sequence, BEEP - BEEP – BEEP. The speeder’s communications panel indicates you have an incoming holographic transmission.
You adjust the controls on the dash and flick a switch near your right hand. A compartment on the driver’s armrest opens revealing a miniature holographic transceiver. You turn the unit on to receive the message, splitting your attention between the road and the transmission.
The red glowing ocular sensors of X7-3 greet you, the familiar layout of the shop’s reception area behind him.
“Bleep bleep bloorrr beep wheeep eep eet dwee dwee doo wee dooweeeet.”
[Translation: My Master. Incoming message from Lan Daristol. I will route the transmission to your landspeeder as requested.]
The familiar face of Lan Daristol appears before you. A pair of silver, weather worn racing goggles covers his eyes, but you can still make out the square jaw, dirt-blonde hair and nose broken in a racing accident years ago.
“Lan.”
“Danth. Nice weather we’re having.”
“I hate it when old man Bant wakes up.”
“Same here. Where are you?”
“Heading to Garn’s.”
“…I wouldn’t.”
You pause, “Why not?”
“I sent Devek to Garn’s place about an hour ago to pick up a few parts. He said he overheard a well armed Rodian and the biggest Trandoshan he had ever seen asking questions about you.”
You slow the speeder and pull into the repair lane, “What kind of questions?”
“Dev didn’t catch all the conversation…but he said they were looking for you.”
Noting the concern on your face, Lan asks, “Why don’t we meet for a drink… on me? I need to talk to you.”
“Where?” You ask, your voice tense.
“I think we need to lay low.” Lan pauses, “Let’s meet at L’lora’s.”
L’lora is an elder Twilek female who opened up a popular pazaak den a few years ago. She prefers local customers only; people she can get to know, regular customers like you and Lan. Since off-worlders are not welcome to play, eat or drink at her establishment, it seems a safe place for a private meeting and L’lora would know if any other dangerous scum had been asking about you.
You must decide -
[Do you continue to Garn’s without meeting Lan? Read module 5B]
[Do you meet Lan at L’lora’s? Read module 5D]
