Captain's Log, NRS Phoenix: Entry 1166

Well, we got most of the ship's systems functional by the time we fell out of hyperspace into the Zomeran system. When we contacted the Starport control, we had to fake a life-support malfunction so that we could dock soon enough to make the cargo drop-off on time. I didn't really want to have to do that, but I had the money and my reputation to worry about. We delivered the cargo to Shanna on time and received the 50,000 credit payment.

After we had delivered it, she offered us another contract. This one was to deliver some "parts" to Lartin. The payment would be 15,000 credits. It's only a little over a 1 hour run, so I was suspicious of the high payment.

While I was deciding, I contacted Ghrikk on Servais. He's doing well on the design board. He said he's working on a civilian frigate. Sounds like a contradiction in terms to me, but oh well. He also had somehow gotten hold of a video clip of the Double Trouble just outside of the Servais Myst. The footage seemed to show some sort of strange "distortion" in the nebula. Neither Ghrikk nor anyone else here on the ship can figure out what it is.

That evening Magnum, Quinn, and I went out for some real steak. I have never seen anyone eat that much in my life. Quinn put away THREE 72-oz steaks. I couldn't believe it. Both Magnum and I just sat there staring at him. He really enjoyed them, though.

Anyway, we decided to accept Shanna's new contract. The next morning Wilson, Mike, and I went to go pick up the cargo. As we were looking over the crates we realized that they weren't full of "parts". It was a shipment of weapons; highly illegal weapons. It wouldn't have been that bad, except that just as we were about to load up the cargo on the skiff, Imperials show up. We barely escaped without them noticing us. It seems they must have tried to open one of the crates because there was a large explosion which caused a lot of pandemonium with the Imps. We were able to escape - but without the cargo.

The appearance of the Imps caused us all (except Mike) to get real suspicious of Shanna, so Wilson decided that we should stake out her office before contacting her again. Wilson, Mike, Quinn, and I set up surveillance equipment and started watching her place. Wilson wanted to get closer, so he climbed up on top of her warehouse. Unfortunately, he also tripped an alarm. The whole thing ended up with half of her guards dead, Shanna shot by Mike's blaster, Wilson cut by Mike's vibro-sword and Mike unconscious.

I was able to stabalize Shanna's wounds and we took her and Wilson to the nearest hospital. That's where we are at the moment. Shanna's in a bacta tank, and Wilson is sedated while the doctors examine him. Mike, Magnum, and I are camped out in the waiting room. The girls are back on the ship getting into who knows what trouble. I just hope I have a ship when I get back...

Crap, my neck's really getting a cramp writing this. That's basically it, though - too much adventure in too little time.

Major Travis D., Captain NRS Phoenix

By Chris Curtis
Session of 3/15/97