The Chronicles of the Aetherial

Sable's Journal - Entry 2

Sneaking into the Captain’s quarters, everything is cluttered with mechanical tools and parts tied in one way or another to ships and their repair. On the desk lies a data-pad and several chips containing books and reference guides, but lying on the bed rests a leather-bound book. Opening it revealing writing in a language that seems strange to most eyes [Very Difficult to Heroic translate into Galactic Basic]

Check Failed [You are unable to make heads or tails of the writing]

Check Passed [Read On]

WOW! I knew the stars would be a strange place, and over the past year they have been with filled with strange places and even stranger life than I’ve seen on Kushibah. But today has just been silly. Today, my task of simple of running a simple errand to a shop in town that was having a very good sale on security systems to make sure what happened to Reika doesn’t happen again so easily, especially on my ship and home.

Less than ten minutes into the trip, and a brief encounter with Bruce heading to a gym, I encountered a being down on his luck, sizing up others and spotted him some credits as a gift to help him out. As thanks, he pulled a shiv on me and sought to mug me…glad that Bruce was still nearby, just having a short conversation with him frightened him off. If he wasn’t there, I would have likely lost more than mere credits. Continuing onward, a barker for a local holo-paper was very insistent that I buy a paper. Remember how I was always mistaken at the start for a cute pet. So I faked some pet noises while behaving as I’ve seen other pets and I feel sorry for the guy, the looks others gave him. After he left me alone, I kept going, only to be nearly mugged three more times, and all left after I faked being a lost, though well-dressed pet. I don’t know what to make that last guy though, rambling on about the ‘end’…either way, I got to the shop and bought us a pair of laser trip-sensors as well as an ‘Eye in the Sky’ remote camera drone to watch the only open way into and off ship when we aren’t loading or off-loading cargo. Called Grim for the trip back, only to stop right where one of my muggers was along with the barker, both of which lost it when they saw me again with Grim. Found out later that the barker was committed to a mental hospital. Only bright spot is that the Aetherial is undergoing a refit of her life-support, with so many new faces, the present capacity is taxed way beyond tolerances, and I’m helping out with the retrofit, to get her ready before the shipment we need to make.

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Sable's Journal - Entry 1
Year 1 with the Aetherial (24.6 BBY)

Sneaking into the Captain’s quarters, everything is cluttered with mechanical tools and parts tied in one way or another to ships and their repair. On the desk lies a data-pad and several chips containing books and reference guides, but lying on the bed rests a leather-bound book. Opening it revealing writing in a language that seems strange to most eyes [Very Difficult to Heroic translate into Galactic Basic]

Check Failed [You are unable to make heads or tails of the writing]

Check Passed [Read On]

It’s been little more than a year since Ralla and I purchased and restored spaceflight to the Aetherial. It’s been a BLAST! Meeting all sorts of new life and shiny ‘technology’…Kushiban seems so small now, boring even.

Our crew has grown too since leaving Berchest: the first of them being Philosoraptor, who we picked up before even leaving Berchest. He’s a strangely shaped creature, stranger than me, a literal raptor from what little bit I read on biology (boring I tell you, though Ralla finds that kind of thing more interesting). Second one we picked up was Reika, she’s interesting, always wears a blind-fold and a full of surprises. The third we picked up was Grim, a bounty hunter who I’ve not seen without his helmet. Next, we picked up Wott, a strange biped with dreadlocks, strong looking but not as strong as the last gentle-being we had come board. Lastly, we picked up Bruce Testa, a shock boxer of some renown, I remember Ralla’s father talk about him once or twice, but it wasn’t technology so I wasn’t that interested in him. Once I heard from Ralla that he sent some three dozen to the local hospital and worrying, check on him only to find him completely untouched. Awesome being.

Second group that came aboard after our first hauling mission; Borfel, a kinda-scary looking scaly being with sharp teeth, looks like he’d fight like Bruce, though Bruce is hands down better. The other one is Ripzara: a secretive Twi’lek who wishes transport and willing to pull his weight onboard to secure that transport. I like him, like I like Bruce, awesome being.

A side note: NEVER DRINK WHISKEY AGAIN!

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Wott datapad entry 1

A quick look into the taung’s room would suggest that he wasn’t even there. His bed was neatly made as if nothing had disturbed it previously, The desk wasn’t messy and no clothes were on the floor. A datapad sat on the desk open without a lock, as if it had just been used.

A swipe through the datapad would show that it was recently purchased and still fairly new. There was only one entry in it.

“This thing. This datapad. I am suppose to use it to record my thoughts. My thoughts? I’m working on a freighter to make the money I need. I hate that my weapon broke. I shouldn’t have used it to the degree I did, I know better for next time nonetheless. The crew that I am working with has been getting jobs and continuing to grow. We landed on a planet, Kalarba, were we met “Bruce Tesla.” A renown boxer from this planet. He is a drinker and pretty wealthy, the crew is currently staying at his home on a layover. We also met Ripzara, A private man who seems to want to be anywhere, but this planet. Seems like he might have something to hide. He seemed familiar in someway, but I can’t place this man…..Where have I seen him before? The Temple? It’s been so long…..I wonder what the masters are doing. It has been a while since I last saw them. Maybe its time that I journey back home."

Datapad entry end

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Ralla's Personal Log, Entry:1

You sneak into Ralla’s room within Bruce’s house. You go looking about for the Datapad. (Search check Easy difficult). After a bit you find the Datapad hiding underneath the pillows on the Bed. The Home screen is set to ask for a password to login. (Medium Computer Programming check to bypass the password system.)

Failure to Login:
The Datapad’s screen reads as such:
Failed to log in. Cannot attempt a login for twelve hours. Any login attempts will automatically be ignored.
As the text disappears, a new line of text appears over a lock symbol on the screen:
“Confidential files contained within. To any who are reading this I will find out who. Best to go hide in your cabin. Or buy me some Icecream made with Bantha milk and I may let it slide. Sincerely, Ralla Nel."

Successful Login:
You click on the Journal application. Two categories are listed as such:
>Personal Journal
>Crew Medical Files.

You decide to open the personal log. There is currently only one entry within:

Galactic Standard Year: 25019 Galactic Standard Month: 6 Galactic Standard day: 11

You access the entry, it reads as such:

Ralla’s log, First Entry. This will be the first in a long series of logs that I will be keeping for now on. Glad I bought this Pad for 25 Credits. Just look at how well put together it is! Glad I stumbled across that sale. May have to buy the crew their own Data Pads, a thought for another time. It has been a little over a year since me and Sable have fixed up the Aetherial. It has grown to be like a home to me. We are currently in drydock for a couple of days now. The Aetherial is going through some upgrading. I will discuss with Sable the inclusion of a Medical Bay, so we can make use of the Kolto Tank. Since the Aetherial’s flight from Berchest in the Anthos Sector, we have picked up many more two our crew we have went from Two people getting the ship up and going about the Galaxy to a full crew of nine. I will adress each as such.

Sable. Such an odd being. I had to do some Holo net research to get some information on his species. I suspect he snagged a ride off world by salvage spacers. His size barely contains a curiosity that seems almost Child-like. His over all competence with working at Starship Tech exceeds even my own. Then again I was trained for Computers and Droids. I need to remember when we can afford real groceries for the crew to eat, that his race strictly herbivore. There are few medical records of the Kushiban. I would need to run Bio readings to best determine the anatomy of his race. Oddly enough the color of his fur changes with his current demeanor at a given time. I wonder how this is connected anatomically.

Borfel. Barabel. According to various research articles there are few off their Home world of Barabel I. He does not speak much, rather quiet. This is to be expected from a predatory race such as his. Biologically he is built for carnivorous eating habits. I will make a not to include plenty of meat for meals when we can afford real groceries. Much like Sable, not enough medical records of the Barabels as a whole. I imagine his hide is tougher than most races. Some logs state that Blaster shoots bouncing off the skin of a Barabel.

Bruce. Bruce Testa to be exact. Bruce is a well renowned Shock Boxer and boy does it show. The guy is literally built stronger than the majority of the Gamorrean race. He is one of my dad’s favorite boxers. Always placed credits on him even when the odds seemed stacked on Bruce. One thing I can’t understand is the amount of alcohol he puts down in a day. From a biological standpoint he seems to drink enough amount that would put most races in the hospital. The question is if Alcohol even affects him even more. I propose tests once we have a med bay set up.

Grim. Grim Harker. Human Bounty hunter. Relatively young. Average looks, distinctive scar running down the face. The scar seems aged. I imagine he was at least a servicemen in a Planetary militia or Private army before becoming a mercenary. Curious how he got it. Fond of coffee, I imagine it helps keep his senses sharper in the morning. He keeps his helmet on alot. Rather odd. Much like others in their profession, he keeps his thoughts and emotions private. Last night’s incident shows he doesn’t like telling the full truth, telling only what suits him. I hope Bruce got my message clear to him. Had to tend to a screaming patient for about roughly an hour. In and out. I got a bloody headache from it all. Granted I do feel bad for causing damage to the systems in his helmet. I should make that up to him at some point. No medical file as of right now. Granted all crew members need a check up.

Philo. Philo is short for “Philosoraptor” (His race looks more Avian really), the odd name given to our resident P’w’eck. Very Vivacious being, oddly silly but the demeanor houses a primal fury that of a matches the fury of a beast. Unsure of it’s gender. Much like Borfel, and Sable I need to get anatomy and Bio scans to better understand them. Keeps to himself, more open to talking and socializing within a party setting.

Reika. Miraluka. She has a friendly demeanor that borders on the childish. Caught her calling Wott a “Fuck face” before. She knows how to manipulate conversations well. I find the lack of eyes with her race despite the face having facial sockets, to be disturbing in a sense. Rip mentioned a time when she walked into the living room naked after a shower. A childish thing, but curious of how she was unaware of the lack of clothes. One would assume other senses such as touch would compensate should she not “see” her clothes. It is said all of her race sees through the force as the Jedi do. Curious.

Ripzara. Twi’lek. Given his disposition he is even harder to read than Harker, and he is fully trying to keep his emotions and thoughts hushed on the matter. Respectable, but reclusive. I noticed some tatooing on facial area and partially on the lekku. Patterns must contain some importance to the Twi’lek culture much like they represent deeds. Granted mine represents how many patients I saved from dying, 32 triangles and hopefully more to come. I will do a Medical scan and bio readout in private so that his medical history remains private as he most likely wants it.

Wott Erasy. I had to dig through the Holonet files deep to find something about this one. A Taung, former native race to Coruscant. Very odd demeanor from the norms of his race. One would expect the warrior race to be a bit more…..forward, disciplined, and at least respectable. I suspect cloning was involved along with genetic reconstruction in order for him to exist as the records within Courscant’s library state that the race is extinct. I will have to ensure a bio readout of his body to properly understand his anatomy so that future medical emergencies can be addressed.

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Medical Log 1: Aetherial Crew (Revised)
First entry

You sneak into Ralla’s cabin, while she is away doing some work for credits. You pick up the Datapad. It asks for a password. (Medium Computer Programming roll to bypass login screen or Medium Knowledge Culture or Knowledge Alien species check to guess at the password.)

Result:
Failure:
The Datapad’s screen reads as such:
Failed to log in. Cannot attempt a login for twelve hours. Any login attempts will automatically be ignored.
As the text disappears, a new line of text appears over a lock symbol on the screen:
“Confidential medical history contained within. To any who are reading this I will find out who. Best to go hide in your cabin. Or buy me some Icecream made with Bantha milk and I may let it slide. Sincerely, Ralla Nel.

Success:
Screen reads: Accessing personnel records…..

You look around, listening for the faintest hint that someone is nearby. You look back down at the Datapad. A list follows as such.

Commanding Staff:
Pilot and Captain: Sable
Chief Medical officer and First Mate: Ralla Nel

Crew:
Borfel
Bruce Testa
Grim Harker
Philosoraptor
Reika
Ripzara
Wott Erasy

You move to open a file. The screen shows that processing the request. You hear foot steps outside the door. You listen intently as they pass by, sweat beading on your brow, trying not to get caught. You look over at the screen of the Data Pad. It reads as such:

Files missing, please insert data card………..

You begin to think about where the data card could be. You log off of the Data pad and place it back where you found it, leaving her room untouched to not indicate you were there.

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