The Nabat spaceport seems particularly busy today. As you guide the speeder through the city gates, you can see a great crowd milling about the landing pad. It seems that a number of craft, freighters of all sizes, have arrived today. Trolleys and droids bearing trade goods from worlds all around the Outer Rim push their way through the crowd. humans, Twi’leks, Bothans, Trandoshans, and Aqualish are among the myriad species negotiating deals with buyers and spaceport staff.
Chi’Nath’s gaze is drawn to a tall cloaked figure standing beside one of the entrances to the lower levels of the city. The creature seems to be surveying your position through a pair of electro-binoculars. As you watch, he lowers his hands, and you can see that he is an alien with an elongated green-black snout in place of a mouth. The alien’s eyes are hidden behind heavy dark goggles. He seems to be a typical member of the Kubaz species.
B’ura B’an shows you where to park the speeder and then leads you back down to the room in the subterranean area of the city. Once again, whispered Twi’lekan code words are exchanged and the door is opened. Nyn is clearly pleased to see you; she grins warmly and spreads her arms wide.
“Thank you so much,” she says. “Our friends in New Meen have much to thank you for. We must talk more about what happened, but first I have someone I want you to meet.”
She gestures toward one of the couches to the side of the room, occupied by a rather short and stout Bothan. He regards you with wide, intelligent eyes and nods a curt greeting.
“This is Ota, and he has some news that should be of concern to you.”
The Bothan clears his throat. “Nyn has told me a good deal about you, and I have a project underway that could make use of a group as resourceful as yourselves. However, before we get down to negotiations, I feel I ought to make you aware of this.” The Bothan pulls out a small holographic projector and switches it on. “This communication is keyed to an encrypted frequency used by some of the bounty hunters who work the Outer Rim.”
He switches the projector on and it displays a series of scrolling images. You can make out the streets of Mos Shuuta, the Krayt Fang and your faces… An accompanying text scrolls by, giving the following message in Gand, Rodian, Trandoshan, and Basic: “Wanted: 50,000 credits reward. If you have information, contact Teemo in Mos Shuuta, Tatooine.”
“If this situation continues, you could have very dangerous people hunting you … people like Bossk, or even Boba Fett, the Mandalorian. I have a proposition. The mission I have in mind for you will bring you into contact with those who are currently engaged in a deal with Teemo. If you negotiate well with them, they could provide you with an opportunity to strike at the Hutt from the heart of his own palace. I won’t lie to you, there is some risk, but you will have a better chance following my plans than you’ll have once these bounty hunters catch up with you. Teemo should have the credits on hand to pay his hunters, and maybe that money should be passed on to you.”
“I have been invited to a private function to be hosted by a Geonosian duke, Duke Piddock. I am not expected to turn up myself, of course, but the duke will expect a few guests to appear as representative of my interests. This duke recently planned to do some deals with Teemo, then changed his mind. As it happens, this duke has a rival, Duke Dimmock, who is due to deliver some goods to Teemo in a few days. If Dimmock knew what made Piddock change his mind, he might agree to help us. Is that understood? I realize it is a little complex. We are to find out from one Geonosian what caused him to turn from Teemo in order to convince another Geonosian currently working with Teemo to help us instead.”
"I encourage you to talk about it among yourselves. Come up with a cover story of why you might be invited to a party held by a Geonosian duke. He thinks that I’m an arms dealer, so he’ll expect you to want to buy weapons from him – that will do for the duke, but you may want another cover story for the rest of the guests."
"I assume that since we need different cover stories for the other guests that this party is not just for performing arms deals? Do you have any idea as to why the other guests might be attending?" Grozurra asks.
"From what I understand Duke Piddock’s intention is to drum up business. I don’t know how else will be in attendance or why. When you meet them, they will likely not tell you their real reasons for attending."
"Do you have any guesses about why Duke Piddock ended his dealings with Teemo?" Groz inquires.
"I’m afraid not."
He follows up with "The following messages we found might have something to do with this."
"That might be likely, although it is unlikely Duke Piddock would be aware of most of that."
"Would the Geonosian drone technician that was taken by Trex know how to build a Baktoid Combat Automata B1 Battle Droid?"
"Possibly, I can’t really say I’ve never heard of him but does it really matter if Teemo had him killed? If that is all your questions, I need to make some more arrangements, but I will be back in the morning to see you taken to Geonosis."
“Yes, Master. In the days before the rise of the Galactic Empire, Geonosis was a hive of activity. The insectile inhabitants of the planet designed and engineered several innovative types of military equipment. Most notoriously, the Baktoid Combat Automata B1 Battle Droid was manufactured by the Geonosians and widely used by separatist forces during the Clone Wars. The use of such droids is now frowned upon and the fortunes of the Geonosians have waned somewhat, though they are still regarded as innovators in the field of military hardware.”
“Approximately 99 billion Geonosians live on the planet, crowded into great hives that tower high in the sky and extend deep into the ground. Each hive is governed by a ruling council, though the Geonosians also recognize an aristocratic caste of dukes and archdukes. Rumors of Geonosian queens also abound, though little is known of them. Most Geonosians belong to a worker caste, though many belong to a stronger and more aggressive soldier caste.”
“Yes Master, I attempted to answer your question as accurately as possible.”
< Feel free to add questions – or things you’d like to do anywhere within there. Alternately we can just modify the flow on Friday during the session >