"Ah. Yes. Time for the report? Hold the blasted recorder steady, Kineer." There is a whoomf on the recording as the microphone is dropped "Blast it, pay attention and pick that up." some more rustling "This is the report of CEO Trask Nar'lan. According to my duties, due to the nature of current events, I am making this report in the hope it will be transmitted to homeworld incase of an incident. There are a few gurgling screams in the background "Would someone please get some pain killers to that woman? "Turn it off, Kineer." Some rustling. CLICK.
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| - Episode II - Stories From The Field
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| - "Ah. Yes. Time for the report? Hold the blasted recorder steady, Kineer." There is a whoomf on the recording as the microphone is dropped "Blast it, pay attention and pick that up." some more rustling "This is the report of CEO Trask Nar'lan. According to my duties, due to the nature of current events, I am making this report in the hope it will be transmitted to homeworld incase of an incident. There are a few gurgling screams in the background "Would someone please get some pain killers to that woman? "Turn it off, Kineer." Some rustling. CLICK.
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| - Nar'lan, Suhedir al-Cazzar, Marcus Tevros, Gand, Erisi Terallo, Cienna Diak
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| - Wizards, and the characters therein
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| - There is a streak of fire as a large starship plunges into the atmosphere of the planet Byss, reentry heating its hull to a red glow ... it plunges toward the high mountains, sonic booms audible even from Chibaville, and then it crashes into the mountains. A moment later there is an enormous eruption of dust and orange flame, and a tremendous BBRRRROOOOOOM!
:''Various people turn to the planet... and discover the secrets there.
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| - "Ah. Yes. Time for the report? Hold the blasted recorder steady, Kineer." There is a whoomf on the recording as the microphone is dropped "Blast it, pay attention and pick that up." some more rustling "This is the report of CEO Trask Nar'lan. According to my duties, due to the nature of current events, I am making this report in the hope it will be transmitted to homeworld incase of an incident. "Earlier today I took the Pioneer towards Merr Sonn to stock her up, as the council's decision last week approved. On the way we encountered a vessel, the Nimbus, declaring an emergency. We moved in to assist, but it was too large for our tractor beams. It was carrying hundreds of Corellian refugees at the time. We slowed its descent slightly, and half the escape pods launched. The rest of the crew and passengers crashed into Byss. There are a few gurgling screams in the background "Would someone please get some pain killers to that woman? "Where was I? Oh yes. That was there it stopped being normal. Felicia came aboard, and we planned to take the escape pod people to Merr Sonn but for the Force knows why Suhedir wants them to go to Coruscant, no doubt where they will be questioned after treatment. Not what people need. We went to the planet, me and Felicia along with our bodyguards, to see if we could help. We crossed a river and found the crash site. We tried to treat the survivors as best we good, or rather Felicia did. "After moving back to the boats to check they were ok, we went into the mansion. It was in this period some blasted person destroyed the boats stranding us. We are now holed up in this mansion owned by some pompous local petty noble, whom I don't trust and I believe is hiding something; though that is nothing new for nobles. We are trying to get the dead buried in an abandoned mine. The Chancellor is missing. The other rescue parties are missing. Our comms are being jammed. We have injured and dead from a ship that crashed after hitting what has been described as a 'cloaked object'. "And now I have reports from Doctor Nighthead about Stormtroopers taking over Byss spaceport. I am glad at least that Felicia Khan is here, her medical skills are very useful and she has always been a friend to Bothawui. Whatever happens, I am sleeping with a holdout under my pillow. "Turn it off, Kineer." Some rustling. "Oh for the love of...now I know why you are bodyguards and not great scientists, you pair of utter..." CLICK.
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