Its at about this point a dark shape rolls up out of the water, less than 10 meters from the vehicle. Its so large that when it bumps it the vehicle rocks in the air and is pushed a few meters, before the animal slides back down into the water. Right in front of you one of the managers looses his balance, falling over the side of the vehicle and into the water. The other 2 and Marq are knocked sideways, Marq is left hanging by his hands off the side of the deck, its then they start shouting.

The giant fish moves past your position, your not the snack it was looking for. Then you get back to collecting some of these eggs, they come free with more work and you take a decent amount up to the awaiting humans. They are loaded into containers and your on your way again. You continue your search, locating an ideal spot is a little hard, but again patience wins the day and what looks to be an likely place is found.

The Humans take over now, getting their equipment ready, they begin to cast lines, joking and having what looks to be fun. Your all essentially ignored, expected to barely be seen and definitely not heard. After a while one of the Managers gets a bit, excitement ensues and the contest begins, ultimately a silvery fish is seen near the surface, it could be 2m long, fighting the line. Its hauled onto the deck where it flops around, the managers panic a little, jumping clear with not a clue as to what to do. Marq himself pulls his pistol and with a single shot stills the creature. "Just a baby, boys, come on lets get ourselves a proper catch. Things settle and the days fishing continues, after 3 hours a total of 5 of these 'small' fish are caught, and Marq is clearly frustrated that nothing 'proper' has been caught.

more to come...

Jek Jek and the rest, take a breather in the cargo bay, far away from praying eyes.

"So, brother... wha'cha say about our young? Me-me-me-mesa' believe they 'ave past many a tests, now and before... they a'ready for... da truth..." he winks at Bii, clearly to hint that its a another jest game Jek Jek likes to play on the young scouts...

Bii-Mii Wuu nods appreciatively, lowering his voice he added "They're fine Gungans. I agree. While the humans are having fun, why don't you brief them on the reason for this little fishing trip."

Jek Jek pus his hands together in a pyramid, leans forward and talks in hushed voice "There is a person, a Gungan person, n'yes? He is looking for able an' loyal... he promises to break them free of chains, an' lead them out to clear waters..." he sits back straight, looks around, and then continues "We'sa here..." points to Bii and himself, after brushing back his floppy ears "...were promised the same, but we also tasked to bring more into the fold, but we'sa..." gesturing around, indicating everyone "...need to decide together, n'yes? Ye'sa worthy? not... betray us...?" he makes a complex gesture with his hands, commonly meaning "if you stab us, we will stab you" ...

The eyes of these too light up as you put forward the plan, one responds perhaps a little too enthusiastically "Hmm... So yousa wantsa end disa agreeeement da Gungan hasa wisa da Human? Wesa sick of da waysa wesa Gungans being treated. Wesa help you... Now?"

"Now ye'sa prove your worth, this why feeshin' trip... this is why you an'...?" Gesturing for them to introduce themselves...

"Om Nalbin isa meesa name, this there beesa Seda Nalbin, shesa my sis-sis. Weesa was born ona Naabooo, but with all others weesa tricked here come to work... Disgusting!" You have these young Gungans attention, they want to help you with whatever you have planed... It's about here that the boat suddenly rocks and yelling can be heard from the back of the vehicle.

Jek Jek instinctively searches the cargo bay for life-guard gear (if there any) as he rushes to the fishing deck...

Bii-Mii's eyes narrowed as he heard screaming from the deck of the ship. The stupid humans probably caught a bull kite. And it's the middle of mating season".

Bii grabbed his pack and made for the direction of the commotion.

You exit onto the deck to find chaos. One of the humans is in the water, another is hanging off the side of the deck, struggling against his overweight body to climb back up to safety. The last two are calling out, panicked and completely useless. Whatever started this has disappeared for the moment. Jek Jek hasn't gotten here with the life vests yet.

Bii quickly surveyed the situation. The deck was a mess and he only had seconds to react. Briefly, he considered throwing the survivors overboard and taking over the ship, but then he realized the kind of beast they were dealing with. He would need all-hands just to get out of here alive. Instincts kicking in, he went for the imperial who needed his immediate help.

(OoC: Do I need to make a check to hoist up the guy handing off the deck?)

In the hysteria, Bii allowed his accent to slip "Yousa need to hold on tight".

Grunting he began to heave the Imperial on board the craft.

Athletics : 3eA+1eD+1eC 0 successes, 1 advantage

"Dam useless Gungans. Get your grubby hands off me, I can climb up myself! CAPTAIN... Get us up and away from that thing in the water"

As the two of you stand there looking over the back of the deck you watch the red splotch of blood spreading where the other guy used to be. Tiny fish are already swarming through it feeding, when CHOMP... the creature swims straight through the gathered fish and takes a massive mouthful of the little things. It circles around again then makes a final pass right under the back of the vehicle, its cunning eyes looking straight up into yours, then with a flick of its long dark tail it disappears back into the depths.

Edited above post.

Marq turns to you "What the hell did you think you where doing? Why didn't you tell us about these massive beasts in the water... We could have been hunting them instead! Next time I want to catch that thing so I'll get the boys in the workshop onto it today, they will figure out some way of doing it."

He ignores you again now, clearly he barely cares about the man that was eaten, entertainment is far more important than petty life. The vehicle rises up and turns to head back to shore, which takes about 30 minutes, to land back at the space port.

Anything you want to do, you have a couple of rare free hours.

Back at space port, the group disembarks into an obviously irritated Gungan. His leathered trenchcoat does little to his his height, and he crosses his arms to reveal at tubing woven over his arm that ends in a gloved hand. While many have different stories and extends by which they know aliens across this galaxy (or across the literal pond), few have seen such a traditionalist species like the Gungans adopt such pervasive cybernetic, mechanical enhancements.

Moppo sticks out his tongue (which appears fleshy, at least) at the Imperial-based leadership. "Why have you-sa taken so long, Captain? Me-sa research requires careful obswervations, without delay. Captain, please share with me-sa any findings about a large gooberfish. You-sa scared the workers...those-sa who are left...and we-sa need science, not ghoststories, to find answers. We-sa need any stories by eye-witnesses, tu."

The Gungan's green eyes from behind a monocle blinks rapidly to punctuate his pun about "eye-witnesses." Deftly, Moppo takes a quick drink from a flask within his coat. He gulps the drink, but a gumfish's flapping tell-tale green tail slaps Moppo's cheek; his tongue slips and slurps the chewy delicacy int his mouth, and Moppo sighs in satisfaction.

"Cybernetic Droidu Doctor Moppo Wupps, reporting for duty, Captain. Me-sa assigned muoy muoy important responsibility of quickening the labor force, healing the sick, and improving qualities of lifes for me-sa Gungans." A letter of mark looks official, and affirms his role at this site.

EDIT: Readjust for misreading cybernetic talent discounts, so few cybernetic references at this time.

"Quality of life? who bloody cares about your dam quality of life! filthy mud dwellers. we saw some stupid ass fish out there, dam near ate me, your friend even tried to push me in! Now get out of my way, we need a new supplies manager now so i have work to do" Marq pushes past you, his disregard for your species obvious.

Following him down the ramp is another couple of Humans, one looks at you and says "Hi, I'm Dwane, in charge of the medical unit here, we sure could use some more Gungan specific knowledge. Your always reacting differently to our meds, last thing we need is a sick workforce with all the pressure those military guys are putting on the operation. Report to the Med Tent in your camp later today to get briefed on your orders"

The humans climb into a nearby landspeeder and it races off into the distance headed for their lovely settlement, dust rising in its wake. A silence settles over the hanger, with only the quiet ticking of the hot engines cooling down to break the quiet.

Introductions are shared amongst the Gungans in the warm afternoon sun, then its time to head to camp and get some much needed lunch. On the way you spot a group of humans in the distance heading into the settlement on foot, not wanting more immediate conflict the group skirt the tree line and keep out of sight. Then you run free the rest of the way, where the pleasant afternoon stroll is broken by loud shouting and the sound of angry Gungans coming from near the back of camp.

Moppo asks others nearby if they hear the angry noises from camp. While they answer and speculate as to why, Moppo reaches into his backpack. He releases his programmable RMD-20 aerial droid into the air for further clarification. He checks his datapad for feedback from the droid. A long finger taps the screen, and then readjusts an eye monocle, and finally rests along his chin in pensive thought.

"We-sa gettin' mad-u because we-sa gettin' sick-u...and tired! What if we-sa were more like droidika? If more bots agree to work instead of Gungans, we-sa play all day! Take me-sa to workshops, and bring Subby the droid!!"

Moppo would like to learn anything about known droids on this rock from the gathered and nearby people.

You launch the little droid into the air and it races off across the camp, skimming low over tents, weaving between flags, the dreary grey green colours showing on your data pad display. As its approaching the crowd of angry Gungans their shouting gets louder through the small speakers of the display, and slowly more words can be heard "..kill them...burn the Empire...no more work...MURDERERS!!!" The crowd is quite dense so seeing anything of detail is hard in the grainy picture from the low resolution camera. One thing you can be sure of is the crowd is centred around one of the larger tents, although being so new here you don't immediately recognise who it belongs to.

Back in the Workshop EMC and Tales are working away on the droid inside a droid. "Alright alright, my names Subby, and I'm a spy for the Rebel Aliance, bit of a rough gig to be honest but it's not as bad as being owned by the Imperials. They wipe this poor guys memory weekly, it's crazy, I tried backing them up a couple of times, but it's too complex with such limited systems he has. Anyway, secrets out now, I guess you're going to turn me in?" You suspect Subby hasn't spoken directly with anyone for a while and getting a chance to speak is a real treat.

We-sa needs to stop Gungans from killin'. Ain't no right to murder, even bombad Imperials. Who-sa gonna go help talk to da Gungans? Me-sa muoy-muoy better at talking to droids than people; that's the stink of it.

Moppo would like to use the least invasive form of communication to access Subby's memory so we can understand him, and any help from EMC is appreciated.

Moppo walks into the workshop of the Plant to see the scene of various Gungans working on a variety of machines, most are fixing small pumps, pipe fittings and electronic control boxes. Data pad still in hand with the droid instructed to keep recording he can focus on the room for a few minutes. Of note in the workshop is one Gungan wth a droid assistant who has a large Load Lifting droid - ML53 stencilled on its shoulders - torn to bits and is himself half buried within the droids chassis itself. As Moppo assesses the room the small doors open at the oposite end and a dark skinned Human walks in, carrying an air of authority.

"Tales Tarpals what do you think you are doing? that droid should have been back together an hour ago!" he walks over to the Gungan and gives him a solid whack across the head with his hand "Get up to the Manager now, he can decide what to do with you... useless Gungan scum" as he turns to the rest of the mechanics he finally notices the newcomer.

"Great, more useless 'help'... Who are you and what do you want? I have a mountain of work to organise so get on with it?"

"Me-sa just told to fix-up the old droids - ALL of them - for under-the-water work on plasma pumps. Me-sa supposed to film all the inventory for other bosses. Me-sa not wanting to have to walk all the way back to camp with all these droids. Can you-sa send them on a repulsor sled? Remember <<points to floating camera>> Smiles for the bosses!"

If I understand the liberty of narrative dice, could I interpret my dice results as:

1 Success: The camera is on and recording as intended; it's a small task.

1 Threat: Also recorded? Moppo's plan for the Gungan rebellion that he shared with the group. This data remains unencrypted on his aerial droid.

Or, am open to other suggestions...

Got it about the Strain for the Threat.

"Me-sa hoped for more than two droids? Is this all you-sa can offer the bosses <<points to floating camera droid>>, because that droid can't even walk out by itself?! Me-sa need at least one more to carry him, or the repulsor sled I suggested?"

"Why in the Emperors name would they want you to take all the droids? Look, you cant have a sled, I need them, but you put that thing back together and its yours... That is until the next shipment and I need it for loading the transports. The other one is a bit more valuable, take it for today, but i expect it back tonight to help here with maintenance"