<strong>Almu Gerbia Rho Sector<br/>Subsector 0207<br/>Black Hole M420260<br/>Refueling Station Harris 4<br/>Docking Bay A-38</strong><br/><br/>The customs officials hit the deck with a satisfying thud as you and your temporarily convenient ally take care of the inspection party. He, an impossibly old looking Human of uncertain ancestry, gives you a slow nod by way of acknowledging your skill. He's a bit odd, even for a Human.  He doesn't talk much, and most of what he says is poetic and hard to fathom, referencing planets you've never visited and a culture you know nothing about, but at least he doesn't stare at your ass or talk to your boobs or get weird about the ears and tail like some Humies.<br/><br/><strong>"You may wish to fight with a borrowed blaster,"</strong>he says evenly, gesturing to your laser rifle and then to their smaller blasters...which makes sense. This is a refueling station, right? He makes no move to loot the fallen, just tucks his hands back into the wide-mouthed sleeves of his odd rustic robes.<strong>"Here our paths must part, my young friend. While you make a great clamor to the east, I will strike to the west and dethrone the pretender who would raise a dynasty of bandits. May the Jade Heavens smile upon our endeavors."</strong><br/><br/>He grins, bows deeply, and walks out of the ship ahead of you as calmly as if he is out for a pleasant afternoon stroll and not wandering into a hive of scum and villainy with clear intent to assassinate one of the chief scoundrels therein...totally unarmed. Sounds crazy, but there's something about the little old guy that just seems off.<br/><br/>You? Have the easy job. You just need to steal a ship.<br/><br/>= = =<br/><br/>A short time later, you find the transfer station that your intel suggested you use to approach the ship of your desire--you've caught glimpses of it as you've gotten nearer, because moving around in the open has been very easy. Then again, this station seems to have a general party atmosphere, and it's probably considered a bad thing to shoot paying customers. Ducking down the corridor, you get through the first set of pressure doors to find your way blocked by a quartet of more serious looking pirates.<br/><br/>"You ain't allowed back here," says one, his eyes drifting from your boobs to your ears and back again. "Get lost before we give you some trouble."<br/><br/>Which is about the moment that the station goes on red alert and suddenly your new friends look even more hostile...<br/><br/>= = =<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stat Block</div><div class="spoiler_body">These guys should be easy! They're all AC 13 with 1 Hit Die apiece. You have initiative.</div></div><br/><br/><br/>