Colonisation of Comra!!!

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Logan had a stinking hangover. Nearly a month of confinement in the cramped YT had led to some heavy drinking sessions, fuelled by card games and dice. Not that Logan and his crew required much of a reason to start drinking… the problem had been finding a reason to stop. At present he was slouched in the pilots chair, feet propped up on the instrument panel, slurping a dark red ale from who knew where. Kill or cure….
Behind him, in the small common room at the midships area Logan could hear Agnook and Aerisin noisily competing in some sort of strength contest that was undoubtedly drink fuelled. How Janev and Quia could sleep through that racket he had no idea, it was giving him a head ache. Or was that the red drink? Perhaps red was not a good colour for a drink..

Logans semi wondering thoughts were arrested in mid flight as an alarm started to beep loudly on the console. He placed his drink on the floor beside him and with a groan removed his feet from their comfortable perch and sat upright in the chair. He studied the console to fing out the reason behind this latest irritation. He stared at the screen for a while, then rubbed his eyes. He squinted out of the cockpit and then looked back down at his console. No, it couldn’t… was it?... damn, his head was still foggy, it was clearing but…

“JANEEEEEEV, GET YOUR STINKING HIDE IN HERE NOW!!!

He needed somebody with a clear head to double check this. Hearing his rasping bellow, Agnook and Aerisin scrambled away from whatever it was they wre doing and came charging through the narrow corridor and into the cockpit.. or tried to. The combination of drink, narrow corridor and two large Trandoshans inevitably resulted in them tripping over each other and spreawling along the floor just inside the cockpit.
They were still trying to untangle themselves from each other when Janev calmly and slightly sleepily walked up, trod on both of them and stepped into the cockpit. He picked up Logans red drink and emptied it over their heads.
“Get yourselves cleaned up scumbags, you stink of ale.”

He had a smirk on his face, he did enjoy rubbing the fiery reptilians up the wrong way whenever he could.

“Leave the boys alone, we might have bigger fish to fry, check the sensors out, you see what I see?”
Taking note of Logans unusual tone Janev studied the screen, then he too squinted out of the cockpit and back down.
“holy bantha shit… it cant be!”

Silence in the ship. Only the low whine of the engines could be heard for at least a second.. then all hell broke loose.
“QUIAAAAAA….sober those two idiots out and grab me a stim pack to clear my head GET MOVING, we hit the damned jackpot!!!”

The cramped ship burst into action. The two prone Trandoshans managed to scamper away from Janevs kicks and get to their feet, stumbling a little they made their way down the corridor to the common room. Quia, ever the obedient one when needed had already got out the stip packs and without warning jabbed Agnook and Aerisin with one each, finding the softer flesh at the base of their necks with brutal efficiency. The potent, homw made cocktail of drugs sent both into unconscious oblivion almost instantly. It was ok, given a couple of minutes the drugs would start to clear their system of intoxicants and pump them full of stimulants to revive them and provide a plentitude of energy.
Quia made her way to the cockpit and offered another stim pack to Logan.
“No knockout juice in this one boss.”
Logan took the syringe and stuck the large hypodermic needle through his trouser leg and into his inner thigh. The effect was almost instant, his blood stream was being cleared of intoxicants too, just not quite as violently as in the case of Agnook and Aerisin, who needed a much higher dose. The combination of that and the stimulants sharpened his mind and he read the readouts again. Yes, there it was! A damned star where there should not be one, and they were almost on top of it!!

He adjusted the Heretics course and pushed the engines to the absolute limit. Janev meanwhile was composing and encrypted message that contained location coordinates to send back to AMC HQ. He was, if he could be described as such, the professional of the two, although the description migh be stretching it a little. Not being able to help himself, Logan recorded a voice message to accompany the encrypted code and help hide it.

“BOOOOOOOM…. Come find me you buch of hairy flea carriers, game on, you cant beat old Rattlesnake!!!”
“you really should not pick on the Wookies so much you know, the others might start to get jealous.”
“Ahh, but Wookies bite!”
“And we all know Logan likes a good bite, pity he donttaste too good”
“Quia, next time, take a finger, not a stinking toe, might just taste sweeter”
“I’d rather vomit in my own mouth thanks boss”

The message was sent, along with other encrypted messages to the scout ships in the Prefsbelt region. They would be able to make their way in a matter of hours, and would be needed to run what security they could for the couple of days it would take for the fleet to start arriving.

All thoughts of getting drunk finally out of their heads, the five crewmembers of the Heretic were crammed into the small cockpit area staring with avid fascination and awe at the scene unfolding infront of them. Sure, they had seen planets before, they had seen moons before, but this planet, this moon, well, they officially did not exist!

In their eyes, it was the most beautiful planet they had ever seen, a temperate multi-coloured marble with its silvery grey companion floating just off to the side, the two in a lazy orbit around a searingly brigh, healthy star. As they got closer in, the rest of the vista slowly slipped away, replaced by the ever growing image of the multi coloured marble. Closer yet and the planets features started to outline themselves. Snapping out of his mesmerised daze, Logan snapped,
“enough sight seeing ladies, Janev, get those sensor drones out, we need to get the surface scouted for a suitable beach head point. Agnook, Aerisin, gear, get organised, Quia, weapons, we go in as if all hell is about to break loose.”

And there it was, spell broken. The cockpit was all of a sudden far too small to fit all those hulking bodies and it almost ended up in a brawl with all of them trying to exit at once. Quia settled it by hammering her fist on a couple of heads and grownling
“ladies first”
She stomped through the door and headed of to play with her favourite sort of toys.. ones that hurt others. Her departure having cleared a not insubstantial amount of space, the two Trandoshans and the Sani managed to leave with some semblance of dignity.


Just over two hours after the Haretic and her crew had hit the atmosphere of the newly discovered planet, a secure short range transmition came through the holo. The ever well presented Adde Dima was shown in all his immaculately uniformed spleandour, sporting what could only be described as a toothy grin.
“You did it brother! Pitch Black has come up with the goods on this one!. Any of the furry ones arrived yet, or am I also the first to answer the call? We are about twenty minutes from beginning our descent, where do you want us?”
Logan returned the toothy grin, this would be another thing he could rib his Wookie comrades with!
“Adde you snotty upstart!! Must be the first time you have not been all formal in your comms. I must be rubbing off on you at long last! We need another hour or so to complete surface survey and find a suitable beach head. Take the time to scout out that little moon, make sure it is nice and devoid of life. You heard any noise from AMC HQ yet? They seem to have been quiet.. hoping my transmition actually got to them!”
Adde had indeed forgotten himself a little in his excitement, but it was too late not to revert to more official tones..
“No, nothing yet, but Captain Tanginbaca sends his regards, should be about half an hour behind us and they picked up your original message, so I guess AMC has heard. Will get over and scout the moon, report back in once done.”

The communication ended and Logan went back to studying all the maps that the various droids and sattelites they had released were building of the planets surface. He had already selected a likely spot, but it paid to make sure there was not a better one. After all, he had detected no large settlements, no power sources big enough for his limited sensors to pick up so no large ships, and seen no sign of colonisation attempts past or present, so things could end up being quite simple… but you just had to plan for the worst.

Janev stuck his head in and looked over Logans shoulder,
“That lot you have there is the final scans, we are done, you found a spot?”
Logan pointed to what appeared to be a high plateau, overlooking plains on three sides, with a mountain range on the fourth followed by a vast expance of open water.
“There, its on the largest land mass, it has clear view to three horizons and is defendable high ground if needed. Large enough to land couple of dozen large ships and good place to build base camp for colonisation effort as well as being an ideal beach head. Take over the controls and take us in, I got to get inot my gear, and I need to stretch my legs.”
Logan had been bent over the console ever since the discovery and getting up sent little spears of pain into his seazed up knee joints. Janev took over the controls and adjusted the controls to guide them in to Logans chosen location. He was studying the spot as they drew closer and all indications confirmed Logans initial thoughts, it did look like a great spot, and mostly solid rock base, so no worries about bogging down the heavy capital ships when they landed, or the heavy freighters.

It was not long before Logan was back, fully suited up in his heavy battle armour suit, Rykk blade hanging off his shoulder strap, pair of K-23’s in holsters, his A280 in chest webbing and a DLT-20a casually slung over his other shoulder, muzzle casually held in his left hand. Janev raised an eyebrow,
“expecting trouble?”
“hoping for some!”
“any signs?”
“Minimal, most likely just going to be a few nasty critters to clear up, but we will see.”

Janev smiled, knowing full well Logan was hoping to find a lot more than a few little critters… Just then the holo went off again and a secure transmition came through.

The hazy image of Oquan Tanginbaca appeared, a huge smile on his face…