Cruise Control

JT shows up at the Imperial a little before her appointment with Ursa Diol. She was lucky to be able to arrange a same-day lunch meeting with Moff Panaka’s chief-of-staff. The price of convenience, though, is that she had barely enough time to stop by her quarters before she had to actually find this establishment. … Read more

Tcho knows this level of the ship well. He leads Jai Tessa through the corridors past the records room where she first approached him. Their destination is a small sideroom, a glorified storage closet where most of his personal effects are stashed, including his medkit. Not a doctor’s bag. “So how do you know Petey, … Read more

JT slides around on the surface of the trapped crate and worms her way to a control panel. Nothing on this side directly controls the field she needs to turn off, but the overall device has just one network, which she intends to take advantage of. She works with just one hand to disturb her … Read more

JT explores the cargo hold and its contents a bit more. While Tcho is distracted with his call, she is free to open boxes with impunity. There are some large cargo containers in a good central location that she thinks could work for the stage. Conveniently, some smaller boxes are near one of them, creating … Read more

JT and the crew person reach the entrance to the cargo hold, and JT realizes she was droning on the whole way. “I’ve been so rude! Please excuse me. What is your name?” “Tcho.” “Thank you so much, Tcho,” she tells him as the Pantoran steps up to the keypad, positioning his body so that … Read more

JT wakes up feeling refreshed in her reasonably sized and priced private quarters. The bedroom does not come with a butler or personal waitstaff like the fancier rooms on the higher decks, but it is more spacious than her engineer’s quarters aboard the Rye Smile. She chose that room for its proximity to the engines … Read more

JT continues through the hallways, looking for a place to eat dinner. Next to a lower tier casino, she comes across an eatery called the Trash Compactor advertising large portions of greasy food. She pays the rate for the all-you-can-eat buffet and grabs a dish. As she loads up her plate, she hears familiar rumbling … Read more

JT reaches her room and lets herself in to check it out. The quarters are simple, but they are hers alone. In addition to her trunk, she finds waiting for her a large flat rectangle wrapped in brown paper. It is a meter by a meter and a half, and the label reads, “Jai Tessa, … Read more

When the shuttle docks with Dame Metropolis, JT and Sharni part ways to each get settled in. JT flips through her welcome packet of useful information. It includes the access cylinder to her small but private room on the floor below the current one. The ports of call on the provided list are all primitive … Read more

The Third Class shuttle is slick but not opulent. The passengers are not the galactic elite, just average, middle-of-the-road folks for whom this is their one vacation for the year or even the big one of their whole life. JT lets her mind wander as she idly looks around, but then her eyes meet a … Read more