Great- Moppo will take all near-by, easily-grabbed tools needed to repair the droids. Also, what possible items might be attractive to a droid tech interested in making some modifications tonight? For example, I doubt there is a blaster, but some tools can be used as weapons-- even a multi-goo gun or better would be keen.

EMC approaches Subby, 'It is probable that we will not turn you in. It is probable that there is a more suitable host for you. It is probable that a better host can be made. Care to cooperate?'

"Oh how i would love to have a nicer place to be than here, unfortunately unless the Rebellion knows of this change it will effectively sever my connection with them. If you are going to find a more suitable body for me then it should be something with access to methods of communication. And we should probably wait until after i can contact them to make any changes, in the meantime i can continue hiding behind the firewalls and encrypted data links i have with this here ML unit. In an emergency i could take control, but that will show to anyone performing memory checks on that primitive brain, something thats been happening on a regular basis."

Upon their return, Bii-Mii Wuu found the Gungan camp in a frenzy. Large number of them had begun to gather at the nearest imperial guard station shouting cries of justice and due process.

What did they do this time wondered Bii. He didn't wonder for too long. A younger Gungan - a fresh face but one that took to Bii since he first arrived - pulled the scout aside.

Bii! His eyes were wild and he was breathing hard.

Calm down, Jool. Breath.

The young man paused, swallowed, and did just that. Once he calmed himself he tried again. Bii. There-sa been some sort-a accident-ee. Some-a dem laborers are dead. The-sa impies say it was-sa da Gungans fault. But da holo-movie lookie like da imperials did it on purpose.

The story wasn't an unsurprising one to Bii. He's heard rumors of happenings just like this before. But nothing on the scale that Jool was talking about. And never on camera.

Bii you-sa must do somet-ing. Dey-sa gonna riot!

Bii nodded. The kid's right. But the people need focus. There's going to be trouble, but maybe we can send a message to the Imps.

FRIENDS!

Bii's shout cut through the cacophony like vibrosteel.

I understand how you must be feeling. From dawn until dusk we break our backs for a government that does not even have our best interests at heart. Today we've seen just how little we matter to them.

The Gungan scout slowly cast his gaze over the interested faces. With many of whom, he had shared a plate of slop or thrown some cards. Like mine, your body aches. But that pain is nothing compared to the ache within our hearts. But look around you! Indeed many did look to one-another. We can rest upon each other when we ache. When you see your neighbor begin to lose hope, you help him move along!

He allowed his voice to go quite, so each person would have to quiet themselves completely just to hear him. And when you see one of your Gungan brothers or sisters fall. You stand together and FIGHT BACK!

The crowd is quiet by the end of your rousing speech. They are caught by your words and for a short while you think that perhaps you have calmed them enough to prevent bloodshed. Then just as you end the crowd erupts into cheers, excitement rolls through the crowd and the atmosphere is electric. Quickly a chant starts to build and within moments the entire group of 100 or more Gungans are bellowing "FIGHT BACK FIGHT BACK FIGHT BACK!!!"

Something drastic is going to need to happen to get them to calm down. Your going to need help to turn this around and you need it now.

Making a sudden appearance, Moppo joins the group. He walks calmly, but a bead of sweat betrays his anxiety.

We-sa need to get their attention on a single task. Me-sa can record you-sa speech on me-sa droid, and broadcast it to the crowd. One message - one hope.

Moppo also offers emergency medical repairs to Gungans and droids; he should have a handful of make-do supplies for now, as a gesture of good faith.

Moppo turns to his fellow Gungans. In a shaky voice, he offers a humble plan of galactic proportions:

"We-sa hate the recent occupation and slavery forced on Gungans. We-sa can go to the stars, but the fight is always there. If we-sa cannot go up and out, we-sa can try to go down and in...under the water! We-sa Gungans can breathe underwater, but the bombad bullies cannot follow us. Underwater, we-sa heal. We-sa plan. We-sa FIGHT!"

Moppo would like to explore what droid and other equipment could create enough structural damage to submerge part or whole of the Power Station.

While the Gungen crew sleeps on the ship, Jek Jek is awake.

He goes to the wall, and unscrews the air refresher duct. He takes from it a little bundle and unravels a pack of herbs. To those who frequent hookah parlors of exquisite taste, its a the familiar smell of raw Marcan.

He tucks it in his worn and scrappy vest, and walks stealthily across the vessel.

Marq is at his usual place, smoking a pipe of weeds, as the custom of rich merchants on the outer rim. Jek Jek watched him a few times on their voyages before, it's his usual routine when heading back to shore.

Jek Jek sneaks behind, and pats him carefully on the shoulder.As Marq is startled, Jek Jek grabs him sternly with his full force, faking as if he is saving him from falling overboard... "O'oh! You'sa own me twice now... Ha Ha funny fate it is, glad to help as always, masta'..." as they argue a few seconds about curfew and servant rights, Jek Jek produces the package and the ruse begins.

"You'sa know about a Life Debt yeasss? This be a honorably deed that become of you, great tradition its to own and be owned...this a git from me!" He shoves it to his hand, forcefully "This start of friendship, very bad luck to refuse... now I very happy to free masta', for little favor... please masta', Gungan be quite about accident and saving yousa' please..." he bends a knee and fondles the tip of his coat.

Marq is quick to call off the old crone, with a promise to port at his request.

Just in time for rioting... Jek Jek walks quickly and joins the rabble, unseen in the crowd.

Wude Messen makes his way through the crowd. With his large frame, he pushes aside those too ignorant to recognize his full potential. To add insult to their injury, he express his contempt by forcefully splashing into every puddle or muddy patches along the way.

Standing in front of many characters, Wude pulls back his dirty robes from his head. His emerald eyes measure each Gungan before him. He raises a clenched fist, shouting,

" We-sa Gungas being proud !"

His eyes squint closed to emphasize thoughtful concentration on his personal convictions and oaths made to protect his species. Wude understands that the living Force influences all peoples; However, his duty reminds him how some peoples need more 'encouragement' to act respectful towards Gungans.

Another Otolla Gungan steps forward.

The first thing that strikes you is that although he has relatively common orange/white skin, he also has very uncommon green eyes.

He’s wearing a pair of Blaster Carbines as sidearms, with faded blue clothing, a darker blue vest, a red neckerchief, and a somewhat floppy and well-used wide-brimmed hat. Something that looks a lot like a Deathstick hangs from his lip on the right side of his mouth, just ahead of his whiskers.

Taking the stick out of his mouth with his right hand, he pauses for a moment and uses the stick to lift the brim of his hat slightly, then says in a gravelly voice:

" Mee-sa shoot muy goodly. "

He then uses the stick to point in your general direction, and continues:

" Who-sa you want mee-sa shoot? "

He then puts the stick back into his mouth, crosses his arms, and looks at you skeptically with one eye stalk raised.

Wude Messen likes a direct approach! He grinds his bill together and generates foamy saliva. Spittle intentionally flies freely from his mouth as he addresses the sharpshooter.

" Yousa lookin' bombad, brother. Can you back up what yousa sayin'; yousa gottem balls ? "

Wude squints at "Deathsticks" and grins. He grabs one hidden Gungan plasma ball taken from his military belt pouch, and tosses it far above their heads. Our Gungan Warden keeps is eyes firmly glued to Deathsticks during this impromptu job interview.

Wude Messen calls a bluff...but will also not throw the plasma ball with unfair intentions. In fact, he almost lobs the plasma ball like an alley-oop basketball pass as he hopes for a 'slam-dunk.' Wude wants the Gungans energized by the sharpshooter's display, and is willing to 'assist' him (+1 Boost die to Deathsticks' attempt to shoot the ball out of the air, or just narratively succeed ?) to force a reactionary response to sway the crowd into accepting their active leadership.

OOC: Wude won't easily accept someone boasting unless Wude can validate their claim; he's a bully, but a Gungan-lovin' bully. Deathsticks either puts up or shuts up about his blaster carbine skills, but I didn't want it to be a failure in any way. Therefore, I'll accept dice rolls or GM/player narration of any said successes.

Bip-Bip watches as the plasma ball sails through the air and detonates as it lands on the ground.

He looks back to the rabid Gungan who tossed the plasma ball, takes the stick out of his mouth and waves it in his general direction and says:

" Dare-sa nobody dare! Why you-sa waste goodly plasma ball? "

" If you-sa want mee-sa shoot sum-ting, den you-sa tell mee-sa! "

Bip-Bip puts the stick back in his mouth, and then puts his arms akimbo, with knuckles resting on his belts.

Wude Messen likes this pragmatic Gungan! The Warden opens his bill, as if to speak, but closes it. Eyeing the gunslinger and then the crowd, he shudders and slurps away any remaining drool with his long, muscular tongue.

" <<Bldurple-bldurple-bladabble-slpt>> Hesa no dummy! Hesa proud Gungan with muy muy blaster bolts. Yousa oakie-day and mesa newest friend, ( right?) ! "

Wude spits on the ground and stomps on it, as if making a symbolic gesture of burying any ill blood between he and the shooter. He extends a large gloved hand to Bip-Bip. Wude also quickly wipes any dirt or spittle from his face by using his robe sleeve (but not the sleeve of he extended hand in friendship).

In a lower voice heard only by those nearby, the Gungan Warden also offers, " May the Force bite yousa, brother. "

Bip-Bip is confused by the spitting and stomping, but he will follow suit anyway.

He will extend his hand in friendship and a wide silly grin, and say:

" Oakie-day. You-sa now mee-sa bestest friend! "

The night has settled down, Gungans have returned to their families, but there is an air of tension. Quite whispering can be heard late, shadows moving through the dark... A shout breaks the quiet

"Imps a be headed disa ways, a mo mo bigga line, WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!"

To those outside a line of lights can be seen heading slowly across the side of the hill the humans settlement is on. Winding its way down and towards the Gungans camp. Above in the clear night sky 3 fireballs light up, streaking from the horizon.

The evening was a restless one for Bii-Mii Wuu. The First Scout had intentionally stirred the pot earlier. He knew a lot of the Gungans were starting to come around to his line of thinking.

Am I taking this too fast? Will we be ready for the hammer when it finally drops?

These were the questions that kept him up that night.

Then the whispering of revolution grew into panic.

Is it time already? No way the Imperials would retaliate so quickly.

When he ran out side to see what cause of the commotions, his fears were confirmed.

Without further hesitation, he dove back into his shack and retrieved his small stash of weapons. A hunting rifle he had used to catch game for the Imperial Nobles and the survival knife for gutting and skinning their game.

Elsewhere, a gungan exile watched the explosions, sensing that his hut, and all the rituals he done to empower himself there, had been destroyed. He could feel his power drain away. Snarling, Sik Laam drew in his personl power, rage and despair, as he set off toward the fighting. He had been content to let the imperials terrorize his people for the sake of his own power, but that unspoken truce was broken now. The Empire would suffer, and his power would grow with each Human soul added to it.

Bip-Bip does a “happy dance”. Then he starts singing:

“ Mee-sa get to shoot muy muy Impies! ”

Followed by another happy dance.

“ Mee-sa get to shoot muy muy Impies! ”

Followed by another happy dance.

“ Mee-sa get to shoot muy muy Impies! ”

Followed by another happy dance.


This continues, until he gets distracted by one of the others.

Zan-Zee is tall and strong and stately, impossible to miss in a crowd. She stands a head above other Gungans, not only because she is taller - after all, she only has inches on her brothers and sisters - but because she never walks with a slouch; her head is always held high and alert. Despite her stature, however, she has become something she never intended: a shadow, a ghost, living in the wilderness surrounding the settlement on Onganta 7, harrying the Imperial and corporate transports, leaving traps, sabotaging installations. She's been doing it for some time now; she's lost track of just how long.

Tonight is different. Tonight there is something going on within the settlement. She's heard shouting, calls to action. There are fires in the sky. And in the distance she hears the rumbling of an Imperial convoy.

It begins.

Her fingers curl around the shaft of her vibrospear, tensing until her knuckles, usually a deep aquatic emerald - a rare color among her people - became pale. The time for her to rejoin her people would come soon, and she would be ready.

The line of lights slowly draws closer, 4 AT-ST's materialise from the dark, flanked by 30 or more armed troops, torches on their rifles lighting up their approach. They halt over 100m from the camp, floodlights from the big walkers shining over the mishmash collection of tents. From the distant ocean the high pitched whine of Imperial Fighters approach.

With a jarring scream 3 Tie fighters blast over the camp, a line of laser fire tearing up the camp, dividing it in half with a wall of destruction. Gungans are vaporised in their beds, tents sent flying in the explosions. The Empire has decided enough is enough.

Bii, Jek, both watch as Faddo Nass, the one who inspired them to start taking back their lives, who is now attempting to gather Gungans and lead them, is devastated by a direct hit... one moment he is there, next only a fireball and debris remain where he stood.

EMC, Wude and Bip dont know this Gungan, but the reaction is clear on the faces of those nearby, someone important just died. Killed by the empire .

Wude looks around the growing chaos. Fear is something with which he is intimately familiar. He scans the scene for local animals, and tries to predict their evacuation habits as a safety outlet.

As the TIE fighters make their next strafing pass raining death upon the camp, and causing many explosions as they go, Bip-Bip dives for cover behind a large nearby Nala tree.

Unfortunately in the chaos, he manages to bang his head against the tree as he lands. Fortunately, he has an unusually hard head for a Gungan.

Only slightly bruised, he will blink his eyes a couple of times and shake his head, pull himself up to a crouch and draw his blasters, but he’s not sure what or where he should be shooting.

[OOC post at https://community.fantasyflightgames.com/topic/219144-bombad-bombardiers-ooc/page-21#entry2392847 ]

Jek Jek returns to his tent and meditates till dawn. The time is right, the stars align *evil snicker* I will use what my grandfathers tough me, and return to my strong self. The war is about to begin, I must prepare...

The old wrinkled fool started to slowly preform an odd yoga-like stretch exercises. He moves in a fluid motion, and preforms some "kata" movements, strongly resembling melee strikes, with an empty hand.

His muscles remember, his breath and mind are aligned. He is not his body, he is not his shell... and t-the.. the mask is eternal bliss, He stuttered . He strikes... not furiously, but methodically, the same patterns over and over again, while reciting his mantra. His look is focused, disciplined, his spark... attempting to return.

However he falls tired, retreating to lean on his cane... THEN! Holding it upward like a sword, to strike... but falling exhausted on it again, in a loud cue sound!

The silence at camp grounds is broken by that noise. Although panting, Jek Jek Lingoss kept his resolve, and began to smirk, his old frightening almost-evil smug face. I used to scare the young-lings with his stares and smirks , he thought... as someone broke the entry flap of the tent. His breath suddenly slowed and mind concentrated, his senses sharp as a knife.

Sun shines in the brightest morning, as a stranger rushes in. As the creeping roar of the TIE cuts his alarming voice. The stranger shouts, but all Jek Jek hears is the brightness of the sun, his guidance is ... just an ILLUSION . All he sees now is the blackness of the outside and the explosion of FIRE...

The Tie fighters can be heard across the landscape for miles around, the signature high pitched scream sends chills down every gungans spine. Their sweeping turn over the trees sending a rush of wind through the upper branches, unsettling birds and kicking up a trail of debris. As they turn the entire camp is in chaos, Gungans are running everywhere, some straight for the line if Imperial ground forces, only to be cut down in a wave of blaster fire.

Quickly the ties are closing in again and their Laser cannons erupt another devastating salvo. Tents are shredded, the energy of the blasts causing small explosions which knock even more tents down and send gungans, and even a droid, sprawling across the ground. Crumpled in a painful heap, ears ringing, Jek Jek finds himself landed right next to one of the service droids from the factory. The modified Battle Droid who looks to have suffered from the explosions too, struggling to stand amidst the chaos.

Wude, Bip-Bip and Bii all see the old Gungan launched out of the shockwave towards them, crashing to the ground with EMC, the 5 now in a small meals area of the camp. Tables lay scattered, food spilled, and a cook fire has been blown sideways into a tent, where its beginning to burn hot. Gungans run everywhere, some into the woods behind the camp, trying to escape the wrath of the Empire.

Seeing the Gungans running towards the Imperial forces winding up getting mowed down by blaster fire, and the old Gungan being blown past by an explosion, Bip-Bip decides that maybe the best thing to do is to run.

But first he will holster his blasters and scream at the old Gungan laying on the ground:

“ You-sa gots-ta get outta here! ”

Then seeing the old Gungan is not immediately reacting, Bip-Bip will decide that he needs to run over and help.

Unfortunately, in his rush to come to the aid of the old Gungan, Bip-Bip stumbles over a root of the Nala tree as he is getting up, and stubs his toe. He yelps:

“ Yow-sa!!! Mee-sa toe-sa muy muy hurting!!! ”

He will limp over to the old Gungan as quickly as he can, before grabbing him by the foot and dragging him in the direction that everyone else is running.

[OOC post at https://community.fantasyflightgames.com/topic/219144-bombad-bombardiers-ooc/#entry2395736 ]