S1.8 - Main Story entry - "Geonosian Negotiations" - Part 1 - The Aftermath

Anna - Date unknown, Ryloth


The party continued on throughout the entire night. The Twi'leks were shooting wildly around with their new guns as they danced and sang and celebrated life. I looked around. Two of the members of this tiny community got shot tonight, shot dead. Did they just not care? Did Twi'leks experience grief in some other way than humans did?

Then I spotted her. A tiny, broken shadow of a woman: Amatseri, Jeff's wife. She seemed to be carrying all the sadness in the world on her slender shoulders as she sat next to his lifeless body. I took a hesitant step towards her, but quickly turned away. My presence was not appreciated in this community and what could I say? "I'm sorry your husband – who was a barely functioning half-wit – got shot by some power hungry maniac. I'm also aware I aimed two blasters straight at your dearly departed husband barely two days ago but in my defense, he was about to kill all the "humies" and I'm a humie". Yeah, let's not, Anna. 

A nauseous feeling rose up from the deepest pit of my stomach straight into my throat. I wanted to leave. Leave this place, leave this planet. But leave to where? Whether I wanted it or not, this crew was the closest thing I had to a family and home was wherever our ship landed. Images from Anthan Prime flashed before my eyes and I quickly shook my head. "Come on, girl, these are the choices you've made," I muttered to myself, "put on a smile, distract yourself, keep your eyes on the future, looking back never does you any good". 

A shaky breath in and out. A slight squint of the eyes and a smile on the lips. I spotted B’ura B’an walking by with a giant communications device, he had his serious face on. Distraction spotted. I followed him to the table and watched as he called Nyn Kablo. He informed her that Ang Dromb was gone and that the people of New Meen had guns now. He clearly seemed displeased about that last fact. I noticed Nyn's surprised look at the news of Ang Dromb. Did she not expect us to succeed? From behind B'ura B'an, I gave a big thumbs up towards the camera, "great news, right?!".  I trust none of these people. 

B'ura B'an turned off the communicator and walked off again. I saw that Lainaki followed him inside a tent, so I let them be. Leader talks, never fun. I walked over to Kopec to help him collect some scrap. "For the pyres," he said. 

The tone of the party suddenly shifted. Apparently, Ougid'nahuk had decided he was going to execute the captured bandits. "Kopec, you need to stop them," I started, "they won't hesitate to kill us, the only other humans around here, too". Lainaki got out of the tent and yelled over at Kopec that he should intervene, which seemed to convince him. "Anna, get ready to leave," she added. Didn't have to ask me twice. I ran over to the speeder, got in and turned the engine on. 

Kopec somehow managed to convince Ougid'nahuk that it was better that the humans knew they had to fear him and let them spread the word, than it was to kill them. The bandits were released and immediately they ran off into the desert. Their chances of survival seemed slim, though. 

After that situation was defused, we all decided to get some sleep. 


I got up bright and early so I could take the crane (you know, my crane) and the steam roller's engines apart. I had an entiiiiiiire cargo levitator full of high quality scrap. Then, I was forced by Lainaki, Kopec and B'ura B'an to put it all back. All of it. The steam roller parts, alright, I could understand that, but they had given my crane to the Twi'leks without consulting me. I felt hurt and humiliated. By the time I was done, it was already noon. 

Then, we left for Nabat, but not before paying Ang Dromb's place a visit. We found a safe, but couldn't get it open. We did find some interesting emails on his computer though. 

"Yes it’s a risky business. I’m amazed Trex managed to get away with that droid technician Sivor without causing the whole thing to fall down on our heads. You never know with kriffing bugs, with their clades and castes and such. Annoy the one on top and you lose every other link in the chain. Start from scratch. I thought this whole deal was going to fall through when we lost the support of Duke Piddock, but Dimmock – he might be the bug for us."

"Decapitated! Ha! Well, make sure he never gets to hear about that! I mean, don’t get me wrong, the bugs are kriffing hypocrites on the issue if you ask me. They’re more than happy to see dozens of drones squandered in their own games, but if he knew what happened with Sivor, it’d be all over for the deal. Hah, putting a techgeek in the ring against you! What a way to go."



The place was bustling when we arrived back at Nabat. There were stalls everywhere, the market was buzzing. On our way to Nyn's, Kopec swore he spotted Thwheek, the Kubaz bounty hunter, in the crowd. I dismissed it and called him a racist for assuming all Kubaz look alike. 

Nyn greeted us warmly when we arrived and quickly introduced us to a short and stout Bhotan, named Ota. He had some very interesting news for us… 

(to be continued: part 2 – The Party) 



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