In the wake of Leenik’s surprisingly grim stint at leadership, the crew of the Mynock must now escape from the local imperial forces patrolling the port city Bralteer. But with two crew members out of commission, and two others definitely controlled by the GM, who’s capable of making the necessary piloting rolls to get out of this one?
Ah, that classic RPG moment when the GM talks to herself in character for far too long. We’re playing for realsies now! It’s also time to make the trek back to Guns Guns Gun 2 (even more guns).
Star Was Lingo Notes:
Glee Anselm: A water planet. Best known as the Nautolan home planet.
Aurek: Roughly the letter “A” Aurek is the first letter of the Aurebesh (basic) alphabet.
Lambs: Folks on the lamb – fugitives
Frink: A Corellian expletive
Frang: A Twi’lek expletive
Looking to make a quick butt full of credits Trystan Valentine and his friends Binbon and Jubna have agreed to sneak into a Hutt controlled spaceport and steal commandeered cargo from Teemo the Hutt. Naturally this lead to a singing competition.
We’ve run into a problem with audio on this week’s episode. The file is corrupted beyond our current ability to repair.
While we’re still trying to salvage the recording, I’m afraid this week’s episode is a no-go. I apologize. We will try to make this up to you in the future.
Some further bad news is that I’m going to be out of town this weekend, so there’s no possibility that the boys and I can record a legitimate episode. This corrupted recording accounted for the next 3 episodes, and we’re all tightly scheduled out during that time.
We’ll figure out content for next week, but can’t promise it’s going to be a continuation of the plot.
What can you do? Sometimes the Death Star blows up on you.
You win this week, faulty audio, but we’ll rise again and become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.
On the brighter side of things, if these corrupted files can’t be salvaged, I promise we’ll release them into whatever clandestine chronicles we keep. I liked a lot of what we had going on, and think you will to.
Until next time, Peace is a lie. There is only passion.