Life, Crime
Surprise session!
Distress calls flood in: the Fleet is under attack, Gregor's Pride is in flames, and Grand Admiral d'Arcy is missing.
There's some kind of conspiracy, and Emperor Kane is suggesting a treaty against it. This is nineteen kinds of wrong.
We, on the other hand, are sneaky. Watch us sneak!
GM: You aren't getting a Christmas card from them.
Danar: Vance Kerplocken don't need CHRISTMAS CARDS, he needs PROFITS!
Quartermaster: I'll be wanting that back.
Yeager: I'll treat her like she's my own.
Danar's player: You've destroyed half the equipment you OWN!
Sister of Battle: We will RECOVER her. And we will PURGE THE UNCLEAN. Do you understand! {not a question}
Yeager: {looks left} {looks right}
Yeager, to Razak's Roughnecks: She must be talking to you, because I KNOW she ain't talking to me!
Yeager Lexics: {throws grenade at droids}
Pin: {stays in grenade}
Rico: Good pitch.
Yeager: Shut up and shoot something!
Rico: {throws grenade, KEEPING pin}
Rico: KEEP the pin, Mr Grenade is not your friend
Yeager: I got a plan
Sparks: Yeah we saw. Highlight reel!
Danar Vorpadaran: Danar: Ah. So good of you to join us. Please make yourself at home!
{waving light foil the entire time}
Han Solo: Sweetheart, a blaster bolt takes care of about ANYthing.
Eleni Benacor: Then what're you complaining about?!
Party: {golf clap and cheering}
Mr Smiley is retiring
... and you're **NEVER** CARRYING a THERMAL DETONATOR AGAIN!!