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deep mark in the crossroads of the underworld.

The legend of the Outer Rimsnotorious piratgstia

WHAT I$ THE UNDERWORLD?

| have lived through many cycles. | have seen and achieved many things. | know this envi-
ronment better than anyone, and things have changed in the last thousand years. Without
exception, every newcomer to this shadow trade assumes that rules don't exist, and that they
will enjoy limitless freedom in how they conduct business.
They quickly learn otherwise when they fail to walk away from their first transgres-
sion. For every realm has its masters; those ignorant of this power imbalance will forever
remain thralls.

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COME

Criminal structures become calcified into hierarchies, thanks to high-turnover genera-

tions that chase immortality through tradition. The current underworld is dominated by five
syndicates:

* THE CRYMORAH. Wild, amoral, and the least likely to be bound by

unspoken ritual.

* BLACK SUN. Slavers and assassins with powerful friends among the
Coruscant elite.

e CRIMSON DAWN. As of this turn, Crimson Dawn is the strongest

syndicate. It enjoys а fragile alliance with the Pykes.

• PYKE SYNDICATE. The Pykes control Kessel and therefore the Spice
Triangle. They have muscled their way into Hutt circles and show no signs
of slowing.

° THE HUTTS. The only underworld power that has stood since antiquity.
Their complacency has allowed the Pykes (and a sixth syndicate, Son-Tuul
Pride) to gain reputation at their expense.

To make a living in the shadow trade, many players take up temporary or bonded
allegiance to one of the syndicates. The rest must gather enough scraps to survive as an
independent.
Wherever governments cannot enforce the law, the syndicates thrive through simple
intimidation: Pay or we kill you. These threats work on the powerless, providing the extor-
tion income that keeps many crime organizations afloat. Few kingpins wish to start a gang
war, and thus the underworld inevitably settles into an uneasy peace defined by hierarchies
and turf.
 LEADING SYNDICATES
(AS WELL AS MANY LESSER SYNDICATES,
CARTELS, GUILDS, AND GANGS)

RUN THE SYNDICATES.

MAKE ALLIANCES AND ORDER EXECUTIONS.

RUN SPECIFIC TERRITORIES.

Beneath these are the myriad ranks of those

who find work in the underworld.

* Smugglers, gunrunners, bootleggers, hunt spoilers, hazmat dumpers

• Kidnappers, thieves, extortionists, blackmailers
„ Legbreakers, bodyguards, mercenaries, poachers
* Outlaw techs, ship modders, cyborg docs (loners? тушп geons? —Dr. Evazan
* Counterfeiters, embezzlers, credit launderers, usurers,
black marketers, criminal fences
Gamblers, bookmakers, fight fixers, ane irresistible gentlemen
Saboteurs, arsonists Hande
Pirates, shipjackers, bandits, gunslingers

шыны өше" To с e.
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Criminal organizations enjoy symbiotic relationships with nearly every legitimate institution,
including law enforcement, judicial departments, government legislators, and the military.
|block the worst syndicate trash from my castle. They always pay their tab, but too often
their visits end with bodies that need cleaning up. There's a reason why | built this castle on a
world next to а hyperspace nexus.
The outcasts always find their way here. |see every face that passes through my door. They
are the pied patchworks that add color to a black-and-white galaxy.
While | have watched the underworld shift and shape itself time and again, | have learned
the many secrets. Some do not believe the lore that has drifted across the tables and over drinks.
| hear it again and again: "Maz, if you were a pirate queen, wheredit all go?” | tell them about
relatable setbacks they're eager to believe. But the truth is that my reign netted me a lot more
than a basement of antiques. Aye I know thefeelingwell, ~Gunda МАЙ *
Each of the sites marked on this map contains а buried vault armed with an antitamper sub-
Space alarm. To date, no such alarm has ever sounded.
The full scope of what | have to reveal will not fit into this log. This is why |have stashed
high-density datalogs within forgotten storage nodes. To retrieve them, one must slice these loca-
tion coordinates:

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Гл riguing. a peluniqmic

VQZMBG8KEBSQA8 PCT2QV24932XPA , I presumo,

Master Coden akey

As |prepare to add more words to this log, |see how this recording could shape destinies and
influence fates. In times yet to come, the galaxy will be fundamentally remade. This book
may pass between light and shadow, between the just and beasts alike. Its journey is one |
must start.
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 Wen

Starting today, everything turns around for Iryphon Leo.

: Trade routes, shadowports, criminal contacts, hidden treasures—itsall in here, exactly as suspected.
A single one ofthose treasures will set me up with enough credits to buy my own fleet ofcratehaulers. Once Iget
my smuggling network running, |can nab the rest ofthe treasures and become richer than Xim. |am going to squeeze
the galaxyshyperlanes ofevery drop ofwealth, and allIhad to do to achieve itwas flirt with that dried-up orange fossil.
Oh sure, [d heard the stories:
“Maz likes the bold ones.” Or Maz likes
the bashful ones, or the hairy ones, or
the scaly ones, or the soft ones, or the
hard ones. Maz likes everyone and no
one, and itall comes down to what she
thinks she “sees.”
Iknew it couldn't be that hard,
and so | made myself a regular at
her castle. I traded favors with the
bartenders and slipped credits to
the kitchen staff. |made that whole
place love me, until finally the great
Maz Kanata just had to check me out for herself. She’s more quirky than all-knowing, as ifthe last of her entry
isn’t proof enough. Š
She sat across from me at that table all stony, not even touching the drink I'd bought for her. But then she
slid down those macrospecs to squint at me, taking in my good looks with her beady eyes.
Iknew Ihad her when she readjusted her specs and said, “You'll do.”

I’m not some green-eared novice. I’ve put in my time. I’ve earned the right to use this info and to shake up
the underworld.
As а freelancer, Ismuggled everything from blasters to body parts—half payment upfront and no questions
asked. As a spice runner, I’ve scraped the Lessu Dancer shull on carbonbergs while threading ће Corkscrew. I've got
memberships in the Corellian Merchants’ Guild and the Mandroxan Cartel both.
 NEW TRADE NETWORK:
Tryphon Leo’s toll routes

So I’m thinking that once Í purchase a

fleet (maybe twenty HWK-290s, fifty
YT-freighters, one hundred barges), I'll
lock down trade along the Spice Triangle.
All smuggling along the Death Wind
Corridor will go through me, plus I'll col-
lect fees from the most lucrative segments
of the Triellus and the Corellian Run.
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Fil need to pay off the Іше and the
Pykes, at least at first, and the Imperial
governor of Roon too. But who doesn’t
take bribes this far from the Core?

Today, | looked up an outfitter on

Vergesso, a place that Maz recomm-
ended. Spent most of my savings on
gear, but in а week, I'll have the money
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Decided I’m going to hit the trea-
sure on Pashvi first. ltisn’t far, not at the
speeds the Lessu Dancer can hit. And |
can load the whole treasure myself using just a gravsled. No need to split itwith a partner when Іcan take a 100
percent cut.
Crimson Dawn flexes its muscles in this part of space, so I’m keeping quiet. Not a peep to the natives about
the destination |decoded from Maz's coordinates: the Shrove of the Left-Handed God Typhojem.
Yes, things are going to be different from now on for Tryphon Leo—the richest man who ever lived!
 I recovered this item at the site
of the Typhojem Excavation. During
the same outing, I collected Quesoth
pottery shards and a piece of tapestry
dating to the Neo-Middle Secundus. So
imagine my disappointment that this
thing is CONTEMPORARY and not a relic
at all.
Item was discovered approximately
seventy along
meters the Grand
Causeway, adjacent to a massive stone
block presumably dislodged from the
ceiling. Previous owner was human,
MEMBER } probably, based on analysis of hand
from beneath
Reginald Danfillo and forearm extending
the block [see attachment].
JEMBER RANK Maybe spacer trash will pay for
Senior terrain trekker, silver
this. Looks like their kind of thing.
leaf, fullbloom cluster
 L WHAT DO YOv KNOW! MAZ KANATA.
THAT DOES МЕ GoOD, SEEING THAT NAME AGAIN. WASN'T 50 LONG
1 CALLED MYSELF HER BOYFRIEND. FoUR-ARMED MASSAGE WAS MY
SPECIALTY! ГУЕ STILL GoT HER LETTERS INSIDE AN OLD AMMO BOX. DEXI JET 15
WHAT SHE CALLED ME. STILL ARMS MY HEART. elfe,dayTm обе”
AH, WHO AM | KIDDING. iT WAS LONG AGO. WHEN YOU СЕТ AS OLD AS ME THE
YEARS SEEM LIKE THEY'RE NOT WORTH Se MuGH. MEMORIES EITHER FEEL LIKE A
CENTURY AGO OR YESTERDAY, NO IN BETWEEN.
1 FOUND THIS Io0Bo0K iN A BOX OF READING MATERIAL, TUCKED BETWEEN
THE BIOGRAPHY oF MASTER THIEF МАКИТА AND THE FIELD GuiDE To TRAMMIC
REPTAVIANS. MAZ KANATA'S NAME oN THE FIRST PAGE DREW МЕ IN, AND THAT'S
WHY MY PoCKETBCOK iS FIFTY CREDITS LIGHTER. ;
A YOUNGER BESALISK MIGHT Go AFTER THE TREASURES, BuT JUST KEEPING
HER NAME GleSE 15 600 ENOUGH FOR ME.
een eee

SINCE | WROTE THE ABOVE I'VE DiTCHED PASHVi AND BOOKED PASSAGE FOR THE
STELLAR SKIRT oF THE TINGEL ARM. HEARD ABOUT STRANGE THINGS OUT
THERE: ILLEGAL CYBORG MeDS AND BoDIES GROWN ТО FiT BUYER SPECS, То
NAME JUST TWO.
CIoNERS, MAYBE, PLYING THEIR TRADE FOR PRIVATE CLIENTS? THERE'S
PLENTY OF WoRK OUT THERE FoR THOSE TYPES, NOW THAT THE SYNDICATES
oS
^
CONTROL THE OUTER RIM.
THE STAR-STEAMER MADE PoRT ON ATHUS KLEE THIS MoRNING. THE
PASSENGERS POURED OUT AND MELTED iNTO THE SPACERS’ DISTRICT, BuT ME, |
DON’T MOVE AS FAST AS i USED TO. BY THE TIME | MADE IT DoWN THE RAMP
EVERY SINGLE INN HAD NO ROoMS.
 $0 | WALKED OUT INTO THE UNDERBRuSH AND FoUND A RISE THAT WASN'T
Т09 DAMP, AND THEN i SPLAYED of UNDER THE STARS.
I CAN'T BLAME ALL THOSE HOPEFULS FOR HEADING OUT THIS WAY. CRIMSON
DAWN POSTED ВІС-МоМЕУ CONTRACTS FOR LABORERS. “oNE YEAR,” THEY ALL
THINK, “1 CAN MAKE IT ONE YEAR.” MoST OF THEM WILL BE DEAD BEFORE THEN.
MY FAVORITE PART oF TRAVELING iS HOW THE SKY ALWAYS HAS NEW STARS.
1 GUESS SOME OF THEM ARE PROBABLY THE SAME STARS, BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
DIFFERENT FROM A NEW ANGLE.
FOUR DAYS INTO THE JUNGLE NOW. PLENTY GLAD i BROUGHT THAT VIBRo-MACHETE.
ГМ CLOSE Te WHAT | CAME HERE FOR. | CAN FEEL IT IN МУ GuT. AND WHO
COULD ARGUE WITH A GuT LIKE THIS?
SIX DAYS, TWO VIPER BITES, AND MoRE СМАТ NIPS THAN | CAN COUNT. BuT
SURE AS YOU'RE BORN, THAT'S A CRIMSON DAWN ORE HUB DOWN IN THAT VALLEY.
ROCK HAULERS HEADING OUT AND PASSENGER SHUTTLES HEADING IN WITH МОВЕ
WORKERS TO FEED THE MACHINE.
HAD То Do SOME SNEAKING, BuT oN THE FAR SIDE OF THE PROCESSING PLANT, i
FOUND A CLUSTER OF HEXAGONAL 5196, LIKE A HIVE. THAT'S A GENE-MOD CHOP SHoP.
I RECORDED SOME MAGCReBINOCULAR SCANS. POOR BASTARDS. HANDS
TURNED INTO SHOVEL BLADES. NOSES AND MeUTHS SWITCHED oUT WITH BIOMESH
FOR FILTERING TOXINS. EYES BIG AS PLATES TO COLLECT THE LIGHT THAT MAKES IT
ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE DEPTHS. |confess. But why waste
est work. my genius
Irrer ых ШІ on syndicate moneymer
Вс. {yazan

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 EVEN THE KAMINCANS HAD SOME PRIDE IN THEIR WoRK, BuT CRIMSON
DAWN МУ WANTS То BviLD MoRE EFFICIENT MINERS AND THEN WORK "EM
TILL THEY'RE DEAD. FATES ONLY KNOW WHAT KIND OF BUTCHER THEN VF GoT oN
THEIR PAYROLL.
I CAN'T SAVE THEM ALL. РМ JUST «NE PERSON. | CAN'T EVEN SAVE ONE OF THEM.
_—————-—-——

OKAY, OKAY, MAZ WAS RIGHT. I'M SeFT iN THE HEAD. РМ HEADING BACK Te THE
STARPORT WITH MY RECORDINGS, BUT THIS TIME РМ BRINGING A BuDD3.
HE CAN'T TALK—AT LEAST
NOT CLEAR ENOUGH FOR ME
TO UNDERSTAND—BUT HE
KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED
Т0 HIM JuST THE SAME.
I KNOW STEALING ONE
WORKER WeN'T MAKE
ANY DIFFERENCE TO
CRIMSON DAWN. BUT |
FIGURED ІТ?) MAKE А
DIFFERENCE ТО THIS GuY.
LAST NIGHT WE
JUST LAY ON OUR
BACKS FOR HoURS,
STARING uP THROUGH A
BREAK iN THE CANOPY.
HE LIKES THE STARS.
MADE IT TO THE PORT THIS MoRNING AND CoMMED MY BUDDY oN CORUSCANT.AS—
POLITICIANS 60 HE'S «NE OF THE 0900 ONES. HE'S SENDING А SHIP TO COLLECT MY О _
NEW PAL ALONG WITH МУ SURVEILLANCE DATA, THEN TAKING EVERYTHING BEFORE |
THE SENATE COUNCIL OF LABOR ABUSES.
FM NoT 50 RAW TO THINK THIS'LL SHUT DoWN THE SYNDICATES OR
ANUTHING—NOT WHEN THEY'RE THE CIeSEST THING SOME SECTORS HAVE TO A
FUNCTIONING GOVERNMENT. BUT IT MIGHT PUT A STOP ТО THOSE LABORATORY
HORROR SHOWS, AND THAT MAKES TODAY A PRETTY GOOD DAY.
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Tyro Viveca

hat is enough ofall that. Besabishs bave the wits ofchildren. Y can only assume that
moving four arms requires their spongy brains to work double time!
The specimen, Dexter Jettster, 1 shared a drink with inside the Rasher’s Rest
was no exception. 1 can onlyhope be learned a lesson about leaving bis belongings
unattended while visiting the latrine.
This book be possessed intrigued me. 1filled the [ast page ofmy Vandor field
journal onlyyesterday, so this will do as a replacement.

Let me start a.fresh fue

 Tyro Viveca
Xenonaturalist, Bagger ofRare Animals, Preserver ofHunting Grounds,
Tamer ofPredators, and Lover ofWildlife

ENTRY 1
me from the
Ast deepen ту,fame and enrich туfortune, ту perilous trek has brought
the elusive
wilds ofAthus Klee to the Slackest depthsofKashyyyk. Here 1 shall track
tantalize d naturalist s for generation s: the terentatel .
beast oflegend and lore that bas
But no Longer! This safari
MY QUARRY shall see Tyro Viveca bag
a full-sized specimen for
taxidermy preservation.
Barring that, the bead
will do, mounted on
a plaque inscribed
with my name
and the gauge of
the weapon
used to bring
down the
beast.

THE TERENTATEK IN THE STANCE I PREFER FOR

TAXIDERMY. PERHAPS WITH THE RAISED CLAWS.

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ENTRY 2
challenge
1 booked passage aboard an Ugor steamer on its way to the Wooliceworld. 1t is a
to tolerate the stink emanating from these shapelessjelly bags. Hardly any won for a brain
inside that oozing mess!
|
Three days in this botbox already. Speaking very slowly and at great volume so that
d, Y asked when the ship would make port at Kashyyyk. The |
the captain mightcomprehen
thing peched at my datapad with a foul pseudopod, spelling the word “SOON.”
It bad better be. 1 hunger topartake in the noblest ofsports, and my patience is
running out.
ENTRY 3
Today 1 stood on soil once more, by which Y mean the tarmac of the Thikkiiana
spaceport on Kashyyyk.
The rule of the Emperor suits a rough place [ike this. The port is clean
and efficient, and the Republic’s antipoaching statutes have been voided
planctwide, Hurrab for the Emperor, 1 say! Let wildlife be wild.

ENTRY 4
Ten kilometers beyond the tree [ine Y have already met kindred spirits, At this
seasonal encampment Trandoshans stage bunts for Wookice pelts and scalps. A fine |
game indeed! n
After comparing weapons~my Drearian against the buntmaster’s Tenloss~we |
swapped tales by thefirelight. 1 [earned that a previous party of T vandoshans, eager
т distraction, bad excavated a bole and ringed it with sharpened stakes. At my
s urging, the Trandoshans emptied
cages into the fib releasing two
Frenzied animals.
The maddened beasts set
upon each other: thefirst,
в serpentine crawler with
dripping pincers; the other,
a bristled prowler with
THE MAKESHIFT ARENA short claws and amusingly
oversized cars.
what a grand diversion! То a man, we placed our bets, and 1 won theprize by
predicting the prowler’s demise within two minutes. Y am one who has seen bursa-baiting
on Obma-D’un and monster Sights on Geonosis, and a true sportsman can always
recognize the killer instinct.
 THREE CHEERS FOR BLOODSPORT M
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ENTRY 5 fred Ponda. Lharefund
The Trandoshans are far behind me now. Still no sim ofthe terentateh.
Before making camp, l incinerated а nest ofjuvenile sureyi so their mother would not
view me as a threat to her nestlings, No nestlings no threat. The simple mind ofthe animal!

ENTRY 6
Terentatel Spoor.-found in the [ower tiers ofthejungle canopy. Sunlight does not
penetrate thisdeeply, but Cuminous fungus is sufficient to Fightmy way.
This terentateh is crafty, but it bas never faced a sportsman such as myself. It
will aff be over soon.
 ell now, what befell this poor man? Who can say? His fate is his own
concern, so long as he does not come looking for his log.] tell you, not
everyone knows that the city of Thikkiiana has a lost-items office! Every
time ] pass this way, 1 visit there during the dusk shift and 1 say, “It is ],
Hondo Ohnaka.” And the desk clerk, so lovely and unappreciated, will let me leave
there with a hovertank.
A logbook is no hovertank, but 1 left with this one all the same. What to do with
it? ]wonder.
My sweet mother always said, “Son, grab everything you can, but if you don't
use it, why bother?" And a flip through these pages just now gives me a good feeling
for profit yet to come. For even the great Hondo Ohnaka recognizes the value of the
name Maz Kanata. Buried treasure and great secrets—many will pay for knowledge
such as this.
Could this book be false, made to separate the fool from his credits? 1 think no,
but the idea of it is inspiring a new business plan.
“What is an item worth? Whatever the buyer thinks it is worth.” My mother,
bless her horns. ] see riches falling from the sky!

TUE eee

It is as my mother always said, “Luck visits the prepared.” And so 1 am back on

Florrum, where the dregs of the Ohnaka gang cling to the bottom of a bottle.
What times we all had, back in the Clone Wars! In those days, upheaval
meant opportunity. ] commanded a great empire and even held Count Dooku as
a hostage! Was a ransom of 1,000,000 credits asking too much? 1 only dream
big dreams!
Here on Horrum is where ] will find my master forger, Rotter,
Bar the in the
Cellar of Penitence at the Church of Infinite Perception. The criminal life inspires
self-reflection for some, especially in the later years. How fortunate that 1 do not
suffer from the same affliction!
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Bar the Rotter hard at too sure these days.
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 The teachings of my loving
mother, sowarm and profit-
able, have never steered
me astray. It seems to me
that others may benefit
from Hondo Ohnaka’s
example should 1 collect
these observations into a
book and price that book
accordingly.

Possible book titles?

The Ohnaka Codex

The Book of Hondo

Weequay Wisdom and

Assorted Aphorisms,
compiled by Captain
Hondo Ohnaka

Words have value, do they

not? What is their market
rate?
Just dene арі m The аат Chonicle. Cane
] leave Florrum with another victory. Hondo Ohnaka's triumph continues apace!
Bar the Rotter had no wish to abandon his order—not for credits, or women, or
fame. Drink? That was another matter.
1 am with my dear friend Bar the Rotter, and we are already halfway to Balmorra.
He has not forged a document in years, but today he tried his hand at reproducing
the script in this very journal. Right now he sleeps, sprawled on the cabin floor and
making sounds with his mouth that 1 cannot describe.

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The Whyren's Reserve ] have on board is the only thing that quells his tremors.
Sleep well, my friend, and may these bottles never run dry.

Ah, Balmorra. It is an ugly place coated in a sticky film. Yet here ] will
find the Marquess. You see, ] am in need of someone to manipulate the
Undervine network, a job 1 suspect will require the subtle touch of one
particular woman.
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The Marquess, she was not happy to see me! Imagine such a thing if you
can. She, employed as a numerical actuary, and 1, Hondo Ohnaka, bearing a
guarantee of adventure. My handsomeness, this is also something she should
have taken into account!
Alas, the Marquess has grown too dull to see my charms. She joined my
crew, but only after negotiating for a cut of 30 percent. No matter. Wealth will
be had by all!

Today the Marquess baited the lure. The first auction of Maz Kanata's Journal
(complete with certificate of authenticity) will take place in the panopticon garret
above the casino floor on Zirtran's Anchor.
This chamber is surely the most closely surveilled room in the entirety of the
Phosphura Belt. Who could pull a double cross in such a place?
 Bidding starts at 75,000 credits, since] already had to pay 5,000 credits just =
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to rent the room.

The ship is docked, the room is ready. At 1630, the auction begins. It ends at 1730
when our reservation expires.
Attending are agents from the Rang Clan, the Xrexus Cartel, and Novabarrel
Distillery (a front company for the Hutts).
Bar the Rotter will play the part of rare document expert. The Marquess will
make a convincing security guard.
As for refreshments, ] had six bottles of Whyren’s Reserve before Bar found
the storeroom key. Now half a bottle remains. But small portions, this is a sign
of refinement!
Once the auction concludes and the credits are transferred, we jump for the
next auction in the Boro-borosa system.

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YENONZCHAEOLOGY DEGREE NT
Before blame is assigned, 1 wish to point out that 1 could not have known that WET FOR
нол.
the Rang Clan would bring a document authenticator. Nor could 1 have foreseen
— Arua
that Bar the Rotter would spell so many words so poorly! Including “Maz Kanata”
apparently! You ask too much of Hondo Ohnaka, imaginary interrogator.
It is good that ] had prepared for such a catastrophe. At the first sign of a blaster,
the Marquess jerked her neck to rattle the gears inside her headpiece. Every screen
on the walls flashed white at the same time, blinding anyone who hadn't closed their
eyes. How unfortunate then that the Xrexus Cartel had brought a droideka.
 We hastened for the turbolift, but the thing rolled down the corridor and unfolded
into attack stance, close enough for me to sniff the ozone from its charged-up cannons.
Naturally, ] closed the turbolift doors as soon as ] had slipped inside. Should 1
have held them open for the others? Who would benefit should 1 perish?

And also, it was not very big in there, my friend. Perhaps not big enough for three
to fit comfortably! Blame the designer of that =

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As] feared, word hasa on the Undervine about the forgery. This line of work is
no longer profitable. Hondo Ohnaka must seek a new fortune, and with haste.

Among Bar the Rotter’s belongings 1 found a polished stone that he used for
meditating on his church's teachings. ] obtained a similar state of enlightenment
when 1 took the stone with me to the Kafrene bordellos. It was there that 1 foresaw
that Hondo Ohnaka would become . . . a pirate! Once again!
] have my ship; 1 need only a crew. Who would pass up the chance to win such
glory? It is now clear to me that obtaining a monkey-lizard is essential, for ] must
look the part.
Clear skies and good business are out there, and they await Hondo Ohnaka!
 OU HAVE AN EYE FOR TREASURE, GUNDA,
yet have no stomach for slaughter" These words Captain
Carabba laid upon my ears every day, beginning when I was
a wee cabin cub and long after I took over as mate. He was
still talking when I stilled his lips forever with a blade to his ribs No stomach for
slaughter? His insides on the deck said otherwise.
Yet Carabba was true about the other-an eye for treasure I have. That is why
I plucked this logbook from out of the haul we took from that mynock-scraper,
Hondo Ohnaka. He is one that only plays at pirate. He knows better than to tangle
with the real thing.

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ply the spacelanes: beware the Blazing Claw, and beware Gunda Mabin-captain of
the Bloody Bones and master of a hundred ships more!
"Тїз a curious thing, this collection. I care not for the prattles of Ohnaka,
and still less for anything written by dirt treaders. Yet the name at the start of
it all stunned me square. The pirate queen of yore: Kanata the Despoiler, Kanata
the Benevolent. She who held sway over a thousand ports when the Republic
was new.
With my enemies, I can never cross her Takodana doorstep, not if I wish to
leave again. But by the seven fiends-here in my hands is something better. Kanata
of the Free Fleet speaks to me from across the seas of centuries.
Our course is decided. All crew shall assemble. On this eve, we set a course for
the treasure of Maz Kanata!

Have I not earned the right to claim these riches? Indeed I have, since the day I
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Reach. "Tis better to keep the Empire looking elsewhere so its agents don't cast their
eyes on the Bloody Bones. And should we also hoodwink the Dharus Buccaneers,
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Twelve hours ago, Punter roused me from where I was sleeping. He kept needling
“Captain!” in his rotten Chadra chitters, causing Rosallia to squawk dismally from
her perch.
The Bloody Bones had sprung a leak. We'd been spilling coaxium since the Port
of Ottega. Unless I took action, my proud ship would lay cold among the stars before
the next shift turn.

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into the busiest stretch of the Atrian Merchants’ Causeway. Our gauges burned red.
Punter was in a panic, eyeing the rate of coaxium bleed. I steered the ship strong and
true, bearing down on a Ghtroc star yacht that would never again see the pleasures
of port.
“Flash the colors and ready to fire!” I cried. The holocam
summoned a ghostly Blazing Claw, matching the ones
emblazoned on our bow and stern.
The Bloody Bones fired a broadside shot. Our fusillade
splashed across the enemy's shields, splintering them in
places. I brought the Bloody Bones alongside as Hawson threw
open the starboard hatch. Using his droid arm, Handsome Tar
tossed magnesium burners through the magnetic field that fixed tight
against the yacht's hull, marking a two-meter circle. I narrowed my eyes as the flares
ignited. One shot from a powder kicker knocked that piece of hull inward, and our
boarding party followed close behind.
After a time, the yacht's transponder switched over to Zeta Zeta Zeta, Hawser's
sign that the fighting was over. White clouds from flash bombs lingered in the air.
A few of the yacht's rashest crewmembers lay in pieces, neatly cleaved by Grullbugs
hand. With the ship in such a sorry state, I hardly needed to pluck the vial from my
pocket and light the quickfire that sheathed my tusks in green flame, but a canny
pirate queen must sustain her infamy.
The yacht's captain begged for his life, earning him a trip out the airlock. The
others hastily surrendered the lockcodes for the ship's coaxium.
Now they await salvation aboard a darkened and silent vessel, dwelling upon their
encounter with Gunda Mabin and her infamous pirates. And so my legend grows.

The Bloody Bones is again hale and hearty. My ship feasts on coaxium, and a
welded deck plate is a fine reactor patch. "Twas a sorry end for Punter, buckling
under the radiation while finishing the job. Mayhap he should have refrained from
waking his captain as she slept off the prior night's revels.

FIFTH SIDEREAL CYCLE THE THIRTY-FIFTH

From the helm, navigator Puckwale reports that we shall reach Moldour 14 in the
morning. Then the treasure of Maz Kanata will be mine.
I will outstrip her legacy. I will forever be the Pirate Queen of the Outer Rim.

FIFTH SIDEREAL CYCLE THE THIRTY-SIXTH

I should have suspected that others would see the value of this log, and would also
know that I would never surrender it if my body still held breath. The instant I
slipped the Bloody Bones into a Moldour orbit, Patchwork Fiddich pulled a pistol
from his coat.

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“We thank you for the ride, Captain.” Did he honestly ine I would stand
to be his shuttle service, that I would back down that easy? That he claim that
treasure! He be the captain of my ship! A crew is only as strong as it is disposable.
Six of my crew stood with him, and the others made nary a move. In that moment,
I knew that Fiddich had lost this gamble.
I took one step forward. Fiddich instinctively took a step back. His face
bore the scars of the Burning, back when Carabba had shoved his cheek against a
blasters muzzle and peeled skin from flesh. І could see in his gaze that he would
forever fear true power. Yet he steeled his spine and planted his feet. We stared
at each other as my tongue quested in my mouth for my false grinder. I bit down
hard on the glass tooth. It shattered and bitter quickfire pooled in my mouth,
hungering for oxygen.
I exhaled, coating the conspirators in green flame. As they fell to the deck,
my loyal crewers drew their blades. No trial and no ceremony-merely a purging
of mutineers. All save Fiddich, who I buckled into the gibbet myself. CorpsesPreserved in vacuum.
Think what lould dowith thems Ponda
We must befriend pirates
Raise our mugs to fortune, and drain our mugs to victory! The first of Kanata's Il. Evazan
treasures lies in the belly of the Bloody Bones-a glittering pool of meleenium,
hyperbarides, and prismatic crystals.

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 Wie set the droids to digging as soon as Poppy found the right sinkhole on
the correct island on Moldour 14. The rays of sunup revealed the glint of metal
at the bottom of the sandy pit.
Fur-Bite unsealed the vault and took a saberdart to the neck. But the other
traps failed to fire.
I steered the Bloody Bones away from Moldour, corusca gems jangling in
my pockets and laughing at Fiddich's remains hanging from a forward cannon.
When the Bones lurched into hyperspace, Fiddich's bones scattered across the
fiend-haunted void. Қ!

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FIFTH SIDEREAL CYCLE THE FORTY-FIRST
Today, we chart our course for the second Kanata treasure. Yet a shadow on the
aft sensor troubles me. I fear it is the Dharus Buccaneers skulking in our wake. I
will not suffer them to steal my prize.

FIFTH SIDEREAL CYCLE THE FORTY-THIRD

Our pursuer has drawn near enough to show his colors, but it is no Dharus
pirate. Hawson says this one is a privateer drawing coin from the governor of the
Maldrood Oversector. A pirate in the pay of another is a bilious vermin.

FIFTH SIDEREAL CYCLE THE FORTY-FOURTH

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prime the cannons for firing.
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 VARCINIUS
AGGLOMERATION
The Galaxy's Most plete Collection of Art,
Artifa ‘olklore, and Biologicals
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BENEFACTOR: Varcinius, 72nd of His Line
/ ARCHIVAL TAG, VARCINIUS
' REPOSITORY ON CLERION
ITEM NO. 7883001-112
DESCRIPTION: Spacers’ recordkeeping journal |
(single volume, bicast polymer and paper) f
CATEGORY: Esoterica ;
/PURCHASE: Cyklo market, Chalcedon, Tashtor sector.
| Varcinius Acquisition Fund.

ACQUISITION NIETO Itemencountered in Chalcedon slave market by bid

buyer no. 14 (Varcinius Auction and Artifact Collective no. 8) while evaluating
|
newly discovered alien spetimens. tem acquired from Black Sun slavemongers
at no charge in exchange for the bulk purchase of 22.5 kg of Whiphid ivory
|
(52,500-credit expenditure).

ITEM HISTORY: Previous owner claims to have taken item from the body of |
one Krastic Tarta, а Thalassian slaver also known as “the Proliferating Horror.”
Tarta's cargo seems to have staged a slave revolt after touchdown on Chalcedon,
seizing Tarta's ship Arkanian Dawn. Item's prior-chain of ownership can be
inferred from the log entries, with presumed Originator being Maz Kanata (see
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Varcinius database Personages of Note, tier Alpha-X).

STORAGE RECOMMENDATION: Vacuum slab 0.35m x 0.40m, Beskar vault

cylinder 551, slot 54. |

RECORDED BY: Chuppa Chok, scrivengr. —— |

Recording this info for the boss, who says we should document our heists. Recording
things is the only way to prevent data duplication and improve in our trade. Seems
like a good way to get caught, but with the rest of the stuff in this book who would
care about a heist.
No idea why this logbook was being held in the Varcinius Repository on Clerion,
but because we were paid to steal the whole hexvault we ended up scooping this
thing too.

Loonoo—less commentary, more content. Thinner is contacting the client to arrange

joband determine how to
payment. Please use this time to analyze the Varcinius
optimize future thefts. —Gallandro
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Gallandro, as boss (30% share) бөгр ее: $
Loralynn Wheeler, as stick jockey (10% share)
Banden Starshaper, as seal-cracker (8% share); note: formerly of Marso's
Demons
Nersiton, as slicer (12% share) |
Honest Loonoo, as fixer (20% share:
Thinner Prokov, as interference.
(10% share)
Kilitz and Kling, the Twins,
burglars (5% share each); n
veteran tunnelers from
Malkite land grab

THE SITE: і
Varcinius “vault saucer” Repository
geostationary orbit between mesosphe
Cloud layers on Clerion (uninhabited gas giant
in the Lower Tion).
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The Codeleach: the jewel-encrusted skeleton of a Metellos wyrdwyrm. 50 cm tall and
held together with kiirium soldering. Payment offered by client: 1,575,000 credits. f

THE PRE-JOB:
Chatter on the nets seeded by Thinner, hinting that small-batch scented gasses were
fetching huge prices from criminal collectors. After the boss paid some Devaronian
raiders for a smash-and-grab, they hit a gas shipment on its way to Varcinius cold
storage. Now alerted to the possibility of a heist, the Varcinius archivists on Clerion
rotated Hexvault Ring C to move the artisanal gasses into a higher-security zone
near the hub.

Thisactionalsorotated our true target into the lower-security periphery. We can

duplicate this tactic against similar vaults. — Gallandro

THE JOB:
Loralynn bounced the freighter off the planet's atmosphere, releasing a canister
of buzz droids before angling back into space. The droids swarmed the saucer
and drilled randomly at its hull. A few were captured and harmlessly exploded
when they were brought inside, as planned. The speck-trackers released in the
explosions began passively recording the ambient temperature, giving Nersiton
the readings he needed to program the Twins’ bodysuits so they wouldn't trip the
station's thermal alarms.
The Twins, fired from the freighter's airlock, dropped through the cloud layers
and deployed stellarsails as they neared the vault saucer.

Ы used по tech of any kind. The station was wired to detect that. —Gallandro ]
 The Twins took five minutes to saw through the outflow grate and three minutes to
crawl to Hexvault C. By following the diagrams Banden had drawn on their forearms,
the Twins decoupled the hexvault and stood clear as the entire section fell from the
station into the clouds below. Ten kilometers down, Loralynn successfully snagged
the hexvault with the freighter's tractor beam.

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working with Malkite poisoners. — Gallandro

Boss says we've got another job lined up already. This time it's protection and
enforcement, meaning I've got to line up a new crew.

Savereen. oA AT
THE SITE: Worthing zoo ever Aoppens Ол
Outer Rim. Dry Gulch settlement in the southern hemisphere. There's an
independent coaxium refinery getting muscled by the Bellwing Gang (no syndicate
affiliation, thankfully).

THE CREW:
Need at least twelve gunslingers to cut down the Bellwing Gang and chase any
survivors offplanet. Starship ownership a plus.

No more than six gunslingers, surely. | can assure you that no raw-boned Rimmer
can
outdraw me. — Gallandro

THE PAYMENT:
Only 10,000, but the locals say they'll let us tap the raw coaxium.

now. One of the treasure caches is

1 had not viewed the earlier pages of this logbook until just
wastes. We should investiga te it at the very least.
said to lie beneath the Savareen
—Callandro
Yeah, that never happened and for that lm sorry, Gallandro. You were an okay boss

most of the time.

“Honest Loonoo,” that's what | go by. What did he think would happen once I

learned this book might have some real value?

1 joke about that descriptor, “Honest.” But you'd be surprised: half the marks

take it at face value. The other half know you're playing them, but they can't help but

give you credit anyway for being upfront about it.

After hightailing it out of Savareen with the log, | worked my way back to

Nar Shaddaa. This is home, the Smugglers’ Moon, even though it stinks of waste

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and the sweat of a thousand species. The stench in the Corellian Sector is even
worse than | remember, which means they haven’t cleared those corpses from

Level 42.
My room here isn’t much, just a ventilation gap in the sublevels underneath
a restaurant aquarium. My rib-cats missed me, | think, but given all the rat
bones | had to brush off my cot | think they did okay. No more long cons like that
Gallandro job! Гтп sticking close to home from now on.
This log doesn't look like much, but 1 wager | could sell it for a fair bit of
scrip, provided it’s the real deal.

Spent most of today out at the spaceport. l'm old enough to remember the Jedi
and the stories they told about the Sith. lf the Force balances the dark and the
light like they say, then the rest of us must get sorted into the smart and the
stupid. In my experience, the second category is a lot bigger than the first.
Con games don't hurt anybody, not really. | get money, and they get taught
not to fall for con games. Take my favorite scam. l'm selling acceleration couches
to wide-eyed space jockeys and l've got the brochure to prove it, and sooner or Ў
later some captain agrees to stand at the foot of the boarding ramp holding опе |
end of a string, while | hold the other to measure the interior of his freighter. As b
soon as | pass out of his line of sight | pocket whatever 1 can grab. <
Today that was a book of Aargau credit certificates and a flask of Savareen
brandy. And so, my rib-cats, let us drink a toast to the gullible!

Spaceport security has started paying more attention all of a sudden. Somebody
in the cartels must have missed a payment.
No word yet from my authenticator on whether the images l sent from this
log look legit. In the meantime, my kitties are crying. | know a store that sells
vitablox for 55 creds a bag. How can І say no to so many flashing eyes?
Ashes

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paw spikes to shoo them off. My place doesn’t have any paw spikes and it seems like тет 9
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so many viv-cats running Рие lost count `
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perimeter. The Mon Cal octopod is pretty shy, but it lashes its tentacles when it’s allowed i

hunting time.
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the

swoop engines every time the Bloodfin Hellions race back to their garage in the last
hour before dawn. ТУТ
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Need money. Thought about pickpocketing using the “Sorry, sir, let me clean up that i
sauce stain” bit, but chances are good | might get slugged. I'm also not going to do
that “sell something and deliver an inferior version” scam, not after the last time
when that Lasat discovered too soon that his nugget of Haysian smelt was actually a
rock in metallic wrapping.
A couple days ago, | seeded the restaurant scam again, sending a medical
bill to a hundred random food joints and claiming their stuff made me sick.
This time only two of them actually paid up. This district might be getting wise
to me.
Anyway, | made enough to buy the vitablox with enough left over for a bowl |
of purlah soup. Back in the day, it used to have a boiled momong head in it, but )

at some point, they replaced it with a chunk of bread that’s molded to look like а
|
head. Probably better this way. | left the broth out for the rib-cats. |
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My neck hurts worse than yesterday, so | finally caved in and bought one of those
elixirs from the bazaar at Salvage Station. But | didn't feel any different. It's just
|
rainwater mixed with metal shavings, | bet.
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maybe. It's always a bitter brew when a scammer gets scammed.

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Well the spice den scam is off the table, thanks to those two ingrates.
Lentsch owns a spice den in Megablock 65, and Afflas is a friendly Zeltron
who can turn any spacer’s head. So, when she hooks an offworlder she invites T
him to a nice-looking spice den and convinces him to order an off-menu
sampler. Lentsch brings out the cheap stuff before hitting him with a bill
that’s ten times what he was expecting—along with a warning to pay up or
lose a limb.
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It's a nice little scam; in fact it’s so nice that those two decided they could
run it without me. Even though it was my idea. š
My authenticator still hasn't gotten back to me, which might mean this log
is valuable and they've decided to snatch it for themselves. On my way home
tonight, | caught some faces staring at me a little too long. You can’t trust
anyone.

Um positive somebody is closing in on me. | may have to abandon this residence.

Uve rigged the base of the aquarium with balls of detonate, linked to a
handheld trigger. When | push it, the tank will shatter and flood my place with
200 cubic meters of salt water.
My cats will be okay; they mostly come around for meals anyway. And this
time they'll have all the fish they can eat!

| know Bammy Decree can get me off Nar Shaddaa without going through
customs, as long as 1 pay upfront. | don't have enough.
This might be the end of my line with this logbook if | can find a buyer
who'll pay cash on the spot.
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Shaddaa is illegal in sixty-six sectors. That means we've gotta sell this
stuf? to the syndicates: Crymorah, Black Sun, you know.

Гуе got to make a huge profit off this score. It's bad enough | got
scratched by some animal after you rumbled that street hood on Nav
Shaddaa, but then | get wy skin vipped by an octopod’s tentacle in
some alleyway! It’s like the Emperor’s menagerie ің that place!

| am recording vital statistics concerning the cargo we picked up on

Nar Shaddaa. Your habit of commenting on everything | write down is а
distraction and needlessly takes up space. Many pages in this log have
already been filled up, and you have no budget that covers miscellaneous
supplies.

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* Blackscale “Hall Sweeper” carbine, 1,100 credits
* BlasTech F-78 with doubler, 1,200 credits
* BlasTech EE-4 carbine rifle, 850 credits
* Trandoshan AGP array gun, 1,200 credits

During our arms exchange on Bonadan, | purchased a new writing stylus

and a billy-bag of finely shredded savory sweetmeats. | could have bought a
logbook, but I've already started in on this one. Е
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* Troida LT998 Armor Incinerator, 6,100 credits
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up a buyer. A vep Por the Pyke Syndicate wants to make an exchange out
at the Wheel. Get your stuff together.

Splendid. I've organized our inventory from greatest potential profit to least,
based on Undervine demand and historical analysis of the invisible market. Let's
make some money.

Ave you insane, you freak? You put the НК? Sawtooth at the bottom? Those
things ave the hottest thing going for syndicate street fronters. ІР you
knew. this business like | Ao, wo]. have to tell you these things.

as а low ammo capacity, overheats during rapid fire, and is widely

"considered uglyyThis bubble will pop, and a buyer for the syndicates is too sharp
—

to chase fashions. |hope you will take my recommendation to heart for the sake
of the business. 5 Гама
Ugly? Yet. “ee, L

Listen up, loser. We've selling the Sawtooth. In Pact, bring as many as you
сам, and Ao question me again.

Looking back, the HK8 pistol proved valuable after all. It leaves a good-sized
wound in a humanoid torso. Fortunately for Masse Goskey, a blaster shot to
that area isn't fatal for humans, is it?
 MASSE BÜSHEV'S

ARMIS EMPORIUM
ano EXPLOSIVES MART
FORTY (40) BLASTER CARBINES: / 56,999

TWELVE (12) RIOT sums: 2% 17,999

14,999
TWO (2) TROIDA ARMOR INCINERATORS:
999
EXTENDED WARRANTY:
FREE TRIAL
ONE in CASE НКЕ SAWTOOTHS:

POWER GAUNTLET BRAB-BAG

1,000
(AS IS, NO REFUNDS):

No, wait, I'm thinking of Ugors. Alas, Masse. Enjoy the Netherworld.

Now | just need to rework the name. Chevin Armorers? I'll come up with
something.

* Merr-Sonn R-88 Suppressor riot rifle, 2.000 credits

* BlasTech 500 ESPO riot gun, 1,000 credits
* богдагі Weaponsmiths LR1K sonic cannon, 9,000 credits
* Loronar ABX-110 Aural-Biological-Chemical scrambler, 3,000 credits
* Merr-Sonn GRS-1 snare rifle, 1,100 credits
* AArakyd X8 xenotoxic fléchette, ask for current market price
So what is this? Evidence of the gunrunner's extortion? Quite careless that his

lieutenant left it inside that weapons crate, but that is why Cikatro Vizago will

never hire a Swokes Swokes.

Looks like I paid at least 25 percent over wholesale. Nothing can be done for

it now, but from now on ГЇЇ take every advantage I can get including this pawed-

over journal. It is the only way I can elevate the Broken Horn syndicate intoa -

regional power player.

CIHRTRO VIZAGO ecoo

GHPEATISE:
Smuggling, extortion

Broken Horn Gang» Syndicate! | told бет syndicate!

USER COMMENTS:
LomPaulsen: Tried to show off the weapons |was selling but
his 10 droids shot at me! Forget Vizago, there are loads of
buyers on Garel.

BHPORTISE:
Swindling, blackmail
AFFILIATION:
Independent
USER COMMENTS:
BonadanBouncer: Transported puffer pigs for this guy, he
wouldn't pay for the cleanup. Avoid.
OakieP: He's a creep.
 Broken Hornis much more than

a gang, but by my own admission

its hardly a galactic syndicate.

I need more than a piece of the

smuggling out of Garel to ensure

my legacy.

I keep putting the squeeze on

the sector locals, but ever since the

Empire took control, my slice of the

action keeps getting thinner. Turns out

these horns aren't exactly an asset when

doing business under the New Order.

Гуе read the front pages of this journal and

ехе
come up with a plan. Time to go treasure hunting: coov?

the target is Seylott. I need partners to help with infiltration ?

swing iro
and excavation. s wont
exwinating uester GŠ Aevrecce
Azmorigan has eyes everywhere, and I'm reasonably certain he won't stick

a knife in my back, so he's in.

ГІ still need someone to recover the treasure. Needs to be a surveyor and

digger, not to mention a fast talker for when the heavies come sniffing around,

That's the kind of face work I can't be bothered with. Luckily humans are

plentiful, and Azmorigan knows an acceptable one that goes by the name of

Calrissian.

We're making our move tomorrow. Azmorigan warned me to watch out for

Black Sun operations in this sector. I told him I had it under control, but once

he was out of earshot I ordered Calrissian to watch out for Black Sun operations

in this sector.

Eternal rot! Black Sun has got this planet on lockdown. But we are merely

three wanderers. Surely, we can venture into the restricted andris-mining zone to

undertake a terrain survey. Why would Black Sun harass nomads? It's fine.

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“Humans are plentiful’? Vizago, l'll have you know that Lando Calrissian
is one of a kind. When Black Sun moved in waving their vibroaxes and
shatterpicks, 1 was the only one sharp enough to stash this logbook and talk
my way out of trouble.
“Those two are the brains,” 1 cried ovt. “I’m just some quy they hired!”
The best lie is usually the truth.
Shame that I’ve almost burned through my upfront fee, but first-class
treatment in the Spiran mineral spas is the only thing that can soothe my
nerves after such a trying ordeal. They say it takes a full day for a human to
ze recover from a Sriluvrian skin scrubbing, so I’ve had lots of time to peruse
this lucky little logbook.
Maz Kanata, 1 knew you'd make me rich one day!
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RAZZI ӘШППІСНТЕ

[RAZZI] Submister Twirm: Verify the au- vious owner, one Lando Calrissian. Item

thenticity of this document. Tell me where obtained following opportunistic beatdown

it came from. Remember that I feed you, by Prowling Thug 36 (Esoomian brawler

clothe you, and shield you from our en- Bumblethunk). Item lifted from Calrissian's

emies. Do you think Jabba would be so person by Pickpocket 8 (Rybet thief “Sticky

generous? Fingers’). Cover bears the chevron colors

of Maz Kanatas buccaneer sails, suggest-

[TWIRM] My mistress: as requested. Pre- ing it is an authentic Kanata artifact.

 mms
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ders have fingered Latts Razzi as the next player to feel the pinch,
| analysts are doubtful that Razzi's organization ca
[RAZZI] 1 don't care about that. Tell me a suggestion? Act as if you hold more

what I can do with it! Do you have a hole power than you actually do, and the un-

in your head? derworld will respond accordingly. This

trade is dominated by the insecure and

[TWIRM] І am an Adarian, my mistress. the paranoid. Among such opponents,

My cranial aperture helps to focus and appearances are often more effective

amplify sound waves. than reality.

[RAZZI] 1 am the boss of a crime cartel, [RAZZI] You're fired. And by fired, Imean

which I thought would be enough to in- fed to the undercrab. Appearances don't

sulate me from noodling dullskulls, but matter. What matters is ability.

no. Twirm—will this logbook help me or By the time you read this, the

not? I can't put it any plainer. Gamorreans will have arrived to escort
you to the pit.
[TWIRM] Mistress, I bring good tidings.
Authentication results are on their way.
In anticipation of a favorable outcome,

I have prepared a team to retrieve the Until I hire a new submister, I'll have to

extant treasure caches indicated in this keep this journal sidelined. Other mat-

volume. ters demand my attention, and its so

If I may beg the mistress's indul- hard to find good help in this business.

gence, it appears you are preoccupied

with how the Latts Razzi crime family

ranks versus other underworld players,
particularly the Pykes. Might I make she, Chewie:
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Z asked Grenn to fast-track analystof s this logFook. intil then, 7 vii con-
with regard to
tinue to review tncoming cargo from the Razzi warehouse raid
data
Crimson Dawn's business Interests, unti) am underseribe can lift the
tupresstons from these pages. — pira

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 ERATE NUMBER ШІ

CRATE 40 3X
Glazed pottery vases with patterned
imprints in the style of the Kitel Phard
dynasty. Accompanying tablet bears the
mark of the White Worms, Coronet,
Corellia.
A single Kitel Phard vase could fetch
250,000 credits at auction, but all of these
are fakes. lady Proxima must be doing
business with Latts Razzis operation, which
violates the terms of the White Worms
loyalty. Recommend swift and merciless
retaliation to serve as a lesson to other
- dp on d ruthless.
f lone a
я D aJ over.

В ШИППППП

CRATE NUMBER ПО

CRATE 20 3X

Small arms and mid-grade explosives.

Nothing particularly notable about this
cargo, but the HK8 Sawtooth has not
yet entered mass production. Its pres-
ence here indicates that Razzi enjoys
robust supply lines with gunrunners, which
Crimson Dawn could presumably control.
 CRATE NUMBER иии

CRATE 43 9X

50 kg of low-grade andris spice, hidden

inside spherical objects of Weequay re-
ligious veneration. Purity is poor. Razzi's
organization must be sourcing from the
Spice Triangle. Suggest squeezing Zorba
the Hutt to see what he knows.

TTT
HH EH E HEEL ШІ

CRATE NUMBER ШШ

CRATE 32 7X

Disassembled HK-model gladiator droids

bearing Grakkus medallions.

NOTE:
It has been reassembled to verify parts.
 CRATE NUMBER ШО

CRATE 51 7X
Exotic animal parts. Rancor fangs,
aiwha sacs, shaved mynock silicate,
sando tooth cuttings (2 m wide); dried
octopod ink (15 тд vials); two complete
tu kata specimens (mummified, one pic-
tured here), various Corellian hound
components (spinal ridges, claws, fur
tufts, hide patches).
ron) Unt
 al found this log in the crate we nabbed from the freight
platform in Zarra on Cato Neimoidia. Crate checked out.
Crimson Dawn goods with Dryden Vos’s seal. Railcar rob-

bery is a go.
Bad news. Purseworld Security cares enough to profile us.

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CLAIMED IDENTITY. VAL
SPECIES: HUMAN [| CLAIMED IDENTITY:DURANT,Rio

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Okay, that did not work. AT ALL.
Let me start with Tuska, because he’s the first of the many,
many things that misfired on this operation. If we’re going to
hit a Railcrawler conveyex, we need a spotter who keeps his

eyes open.
All Tuska had to do-and just somebody kill me already-was
scale the 7 o’clock face of the Bride’s Talon and keep watch
for escorts. If it’s hauling Crimson Dawn cargo, Cato Neimoidia
security was going to be extra worried about bandits on the
way to Tarko-se. So if you don’t see any escorts through your
macrobinocs, maybe get on the comm and call in an abort.
No escorts? That doesn’t add up. I know Tuska can’t do
sums but this was kinda important. So here’s me with no

е” TARKO-SE
warning, dropping from the freighter on a fibercord. I grab
onto the conveyex and shuffle to the railcar coupling. This
train is going 200 km/hr, so how the hell could I hear the
whine of a swoop engine? Maybe because there were MORE THAN
A DOZEN OF THEM. on
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wide berth.
 This was Enfys Nest and her cloud riders, not some local

gang. Rio angled the freighter and Val took potshots with the

veuen cannon. Took out-two of them? Maybe? Not even close to enough.
I'm still pressed up against the skin of the railcar,
hanging on to the seams with my fingertips. Did a lot of
. maybe some praying.
The plan-let’s all remember the PLAN-was
to latch onto the rearmost railcar with
the cargo claw and hoist it before we
reached the city. I figured Enfys
Nest had her own plan that maybe
involved shooting out the tracks
and sending the whole conveyex
into the abyss. Don’t know what
they planned to steal, but they
must have figured that getting
it wet wouldn’t hurt.
I jumped. Broke the water in
a needle stance and kicked my way
back to the surface. Nobody told
me the water on Cato Neimoidia
was acidic and now I think I
burned out my taste buds.
So what did we learn, people?
I learned you can burn a whole
pit of money by funding a risky
operation that falls apart from
stupid mistakes.
We were in debt before. Now
we?re in triple debt.
 d|
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METHING?!
LOOKING FOR SO 0F |
THE PROPERTY
тай SAD! YOUR
SHIP I5 now
|
|T 2 spacerthere's nolower
— shipj Age

| switched packs with that old guy in Zarra. Now he's carrying a bunch of rocks and a plaque
with my calling card on top. Okay |stole his pack, not his ship, but |can’t be making templates
for every karking thing.
Wasn't anything in his pack worth stealing anyway, just a vanachord | pawned For 46 credi.
This paper-Flipper right here, though? |like it and I'm squeezing it close. (004 for practicing
ink prints.
| can't shake a single sniff when it comes to smuggling or the syndicates, but I've already
snapped to the thought that every one of these shadowports has got a stuffed landing pad
and a babystyle security Force. I'm a shipjacker, so I've got to start jacking some ships. l'm
talking big ones.

қзақ қуақы
[know how to spring the ships, but |don’t have the hands to fly ем. So today |looked up Ratty-
Ratty, and she told me she's in with both feet. |got the vibe shed been waiting for me to comm
her again, ever since that time we both got collared at the Imp impound yard.
So she says, hey hire this other Friend of mine foo, Taurill somebody, and |say sure Ratty-Ratty
but to steal an assault carrier we're gonna need a whole crew. And that’s when she fold me about
Taurill, that they were like a hundred thieves cuz hive mind. Instead of calling her the nights 7
darkest liar | said instead, how in the naked expanse am |gonna pay for ahundred сгемету7 0
Today Ratty-Ratty brought Taurill aboard for a job interview
and said they'll work for food.
At First, | figured she had gotten right rolled about the whole “hive mind” thing, but then |
whispered to the closest critter, | told them that joke about what the Emperor wears underhis
robes. And sure as l'm cycling, the whole room of Fuzzles busted out laughing at once—even
the ones in the back.
| We start shipjacking on Ryloth. Ratty-Ratty brought me this whole sheet about Kala uun
port traffic and docking slips and all of that crunch. So | said to her, you didn't have to do
all this work just to get me to like you! And she squeaked and ran to her cabin, so another
regular day here on Billie's ship.

IMAGE CAPTURE OP HALA'UUN PORT AUTHORITY

Kala'yun on Ryloth is one of those ports that slaps a boot on your landing strut, to stop ship theft ”
they say. That's good For me, cuz those boots make port security feel okay with snoozing or boozing
instead of looking out For shipjackers. Makes the whole job as simple as pickingabloom.
Long-face letdown! Taurill don't know scratch about cracking a boot shackle. They only know
what you tell them, so mostly they've been leaving their little green droppings all over the
hold. But now school’s in session.

Seems to me like only a quarter of the Taurill actually do anything and the rest just fake it.
That's pretty much everybody though, right?

Happy face! Just like | shimmied, cracking these ion boots is а cutout copy so silky even the
Taurill can get it.

e eldeked baby boots like this а hundred times. Cut through the hydraulics here. Hold
down the safety here. Disarm the poppers by squeezing this lever here. Rattle the time-lock
tumblers with a-vibramshaker, that's here. Then brute-force the seam right here. Easy pleezy.
= Score scorez! Bandit Billie and her thrilly-billy crew are hauling feet away From Ryloth on
а route nobody's gonna check! For as long as it lasts, l' the captain of a Corellian assault
carrier.
| told one of the Taurill to leave my spray on the tarmac so they'd know who did it but |
forgot about the hive mind, though. They laid down three dozen sprays right on top of the
other. Hope they can read one of "em at least.

EZSSEZSSCZSSEZSSEZSSIZISS
Negotiations: locked and cozy. Tomorrow Bandit Billie makes delivery to the Rebellion. I'll
affirm on the holy rolls that this resistance against the Empire is gonna be very good for
business.

EZSSEZSSEZSSEZSSEZSSCZISS
Okay the Rebels, they aren't rich it turns out. We came out ahead on the trade but mostly
cuz Taurill are square with eating the backalley trash that Ratty-Ratty scraped up on Ylesia.
But where we can really get rich isn't military ships. It’s pleasure yachts! And looky looky,
those Ubrikkian models are all over this sector.

= Hiahted polymirvaving ot
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 His Excellency Jabba Desilijic Tiure of
Nal Hutta, Eminence of Tatooine
—Desilijic Kajidic—

Today's humble servant of the mighty Jabba is:

Bib Fortong, Hajorlomo

That shipjacker has learned never to repeat her errors, provided she lives. 1
expect not. Wounds inflicted by a Gamorrean vibroax do not knit swiftly.
That mob of animals accosted the Star Jewel during the layover on Nar
Haaska. Superficial damage to the landing gear and hull plating only, but more
than enough for Jabba to notice.
Have changed course for Keldooine and a decent repair bay. Along the way,
hope to discern why such an inept thief clung to this book with such ferocity.
 Saw this book in the waiting area of Keldooine Starshipwrights and thought it might
help me out, but what’s a guy like me supposed to do with it? I ain’t a smuggler and
} I sure as scratch ain’t a treasure hunter. Maybe three decades ago, back when my
knees didn’t pop and the underworld still made sense.
I've been posting this listing on the Undervine for a month without a nibble.
How come nobody’ll hire a mercenary anymore?

SAPONZA, SOLDIER FOR HIRE

Crimson Dawn? Nothing! Son-Tuul Pride? Nothing! They’ve all got their own private
armies, I figure.
I need some credits fast if I’m gonna lose that Mando assassin. I’m telling you,
you skip out on Black Sun ONE TIME, and this is what happens!

~
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74 м
| knew | recognized that gray binding. pettiness in this business already.
Maz Kanata, what were you thinking by Dakie isone ofthegood ones, -Sana
sending this out into the wild? PROFITABLE SMUGGLING CARGOES:

I've never run with pirates, but | For example, I'm not crazy about how

know the smuggling biz well enough to Maz presented this. There's abso-
know the secrets in this book are too lutely a payoff in megonite moss, but

valuable for just anybody. Look who's possession of the stuff is a class 1
owned it before me! Cheaters, grifters, felony. Instead, smugglers should try
and lowlifes, not to mention Lando. hauling these:
If the Empire got this, you could
say goodbye to those shadowports. Aurodium: Brentaal Trading Houses.

Thats why it's staying right here Ask for Pinnace at any boot polisher.
with me: smuggler extraordinaire Platt Greel wood: Pii system. Seek out the

Okeefe. lumberdroid with the slipshod tread

| mean, 111 get to that level and use passcode 0823N37.

eventually. Right now, | got a freighter, Oro-weave: Chandrila. Ask for Ox-
a droid mechanic, and not much else. Herder at the Trappist cantina on
I'ma quick study, though. Guildhead's Way.
It's not like I'm against sharing
secrets of the smuggling trade. If | Other cargoes that turn a profit:
wrote my own guide, I'd only share meleenium,
durelium, and hyperbarides.

it with people who knew their stuff. Corusca stones, Mandalorian beskar,
ЖШ
|
Completing 5 Sisar Runs = basic access. quella gems, and prismatic crystals.

8 Kessel Runs = advanced access. There's spice of course, but stick with
There's a LOT out there that raw andris, carsunum, or sansanna and
spacers don't know, and | hate to never mess around with ryll or the
see anybody fail. There's too much prime Kessel strains.
 Review the exchange feeds that own atmospheric supply)
come in from the Corporate Sector and * Tanquilla Beach
price your goods accordingly. There's no Despite what you hear, avoid Omze's
shame in honest profiteering! Buy low, Incredible Traveling Starport, especially
sell high: that's the smuggler's mantra. if you're a human. Black Spire Outpost
on Batuu isn't exactly a shadowport,
PICK YOUR HAULER: but you can find all sorts of interesting
Skip the Gymsnor, the TL-1200, or things for sale if you know who to ask.
anything from Balmorran Heavyworks.
Look to these models for reliable and SMUGGLING CLIENTS:
speedy tramp freighters on the cheap. These employers will hire freelancers,
GHTROC 720: my sentimental fave but don't expect them to treat you
LANTILLIAN SHORT HAULER: the friendly if you botch a run.
spacer's *old reliable" GLASFIR RING: on the upswing, согу
SURRONIAN L19 HEAVY FREIGHTER: with the Empire
buy used, never new unless you KLATOOINIAN TRADE GUILD: will pay
know a good mechanic half upfront if you negotiate
YT-2400: hot tip: there's decommis- MANDROXAN CARTEL
sioned models tumbling through the ORORO TRANSPORTATION: fronted
Zero Drift; if you slip past the void- by Tenloss syndicate, friendly with
droids you can boost one for free! the Rebellion
KHEEDAR RING
SHADOWPORTS AND BOLTHOLES: DROID GOTRA: you know what, never
Maz’s list is a good start. I'd add: mind
* Junkfort Station LANTILLIAN SPACERS’
* Port Bianco BROTHERHOOD: does business with
* Byblos (of course) anti-Imperial guerrillas like Gerrera's
* Dandrian Ring Partisans—could be lucrative for
* Gelgelar Free Port gunrunners who don't mind risking a
Resh 8376 (remember to bring your treason charge
 IMPERIAL SPRGE MINISTRY
BUREAU OF SHIPS AND SERVICES
CAPTAIN'S ACCREDITE FORM# LIC5510.02

NAME
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SPECIES
HUMAN
HOMEWORLD
BRENTAAL IV
CAPTAIN'S ACCREDITED LICENSE NUMBER
AGG-949301-BHOSCT
STARSHIP CLASSIFICATION
LIGHT FREIGHTER

PILOT SIGNATURE

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LICENSED SHIPPING:
A savvy smuggler can slide into legit Ships and Services and the Imperial

cargo hauling at the first hint of a Space Ministry, and keep them current.

customs crackdown. You've got to get Always flash your documentation if

your accreditations from the Bureau of you're boarded by Imperials.

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WATCH OUT FOR: enough material for me to get started
Picket fleets, territorial police, pirate on a comprehensive guide of my own.
raiders, and military blockades. First, though, I'm going to offload this
| should add something about Jovanian gorefruit. This is another
avoiding capture long enough to jump profitable cargo, because the Jovanians
to hyperspace. I've been hearing about only plant groves on the galaxy's
Imperial Interdictors—cruisers that use bloodiest battlefields. They believe the
gravity generators to block hyperspace fruit blesses their limbs with murderous
entry—which is something that could might.
void all the existing rules. I've been hired to deliver the
gorefruit to a drop-point agent on
THE SECRET MENU: Раппа'ѕ Redwater moon. l'm feeling
All the busiest spaceports have watering pretty good about it, since there's a
holes that cater to our trade. But almost chance parlor in the Offworlders' Block
nobody knows the passcodes that will I've been itching to visit again.
give you prime access to black-market
gear.
Take Chalmun's Cantina in Tatooine's
Mos Eisley spaceport. They'll look at you
funny if you ask for a drinks list but do it
anyway, then order a Nova Blaster with wot offer They
Savareen brandy swapped for Corellian. y дес” d, а ve

You'll get escorted behind the bar and into биме л ses s
their hidden gun closet.
So far, everything I've written
looks pretty good! There's definitely

PLATT OKEEFE: IMPORTED ТЕХТ / START

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Well well well, what have we here? A book that leaves my hands and returns all
on its own. It's true what they say—Lando Calrissian can't lose.
1f only Platt Okeefe could say the same! She knew what she was getting
into when she agreed to play pazaak against a master of the cards, and Oakie
№otis always had a weakness for Norvanian grog. | played an honest game, no matter
arm what she shouted as 1 hustled back to the Falcon.
ж Time to take stock. 5,500 credits from the Boarbeetle on Panna for
ж: oft
delivering sweet seasow milk (not nearly enough, considering how fast the stuff
the Far spoils). Add to that the 603 credits from Oakie in the final pot, plus her Herglic
бы chronometer and this logbook.
Laue po. СЫ ee poc xe Wl
+ [бее 1 took a second look through this book with the benefit of a sober head. This
could be big. If Maz Kanata laid down coordinates for these treasure vaults,
they're definitely ovt there.
Mama Calrissian's boy covld finally get the respect he deserves! Shovld
probably skip the treasure on Seylott, though. I’m betting that Vizago fovled it
up beyond salvaging.

I've got plenty of experience recovering relics, but I’m not a one-man show. 1
need a navigator. A hauler. A lock picker. (Maybe the Tonnika sisters? At least
the one who doesn't hate me right now. Maybe?) That's a lot of fees to shell out

cam ama во . :
 upfront, and no friend of mine still takes my promises on credit. Time for me to
do what I'm best at.
Gambling is high risk and high reward, so it automatically screens out the
galaxy's worst idiots. You might think that most planetary governments have
outlawed casino gambling, but a lot of the time there's a pleasure barge orbiting
just outside governmental jurisdiction. And there’s always a game of hazard
toss in the backrooms of spaceport cantinas.

Entirely mechanical,
this grabber lets you
pluck cards from
the deck and return
them to your hand.

The latest innovation

from SquibLabs will
turn your luck around—
guaranteed!

With this miracle, who

needs Lady Fate?

[FOR AMUSEMENT PURPOSES ONLY. BUYER ABSOLVES SELLER OF ALL RESPONSIBILITY FOR CRIMINAL LIABILITY.]

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Zirtran's ...
Then again, there's always Canto Bight. It’s got the tightest security
anywhere, but hobnobbing with high society is where I’m at my best.

T've got to be at my best in a place like Canto Bight. Time for The Calrissian
Chronicle's six-part philosophy for disaster-proof high rolling.

Look the part. Anyone can pass through the ropes

if they look like they belong. Each casino attracts a
different class of customer, so copy that look and walk
with confidence to the big-money tables. Wear a
cape to say, “I’ve got family money.” I’ve got a royal
velvet infraweave number that lets me pass for a
solar-yacht heir, so long as no one asks me anything
about sailing.

You can beat the house, but you can't beat the house
twice. As soonas you haul ina bank-breaking score at
the tables, you're on a list. Don't rack up multiple big
wins in the same night—let the casino owners save
face—and think twice before returning under the
same identity.

Set your own limits. Before you walk through the

doors, decide how much yov're prepared to lose. In
my case that's usually an amount many times greater
than what 1 actually possess, but then again I’m
comfortable with those odds.
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until you've learned the stock rules, the house rules,
the regional variant rules, and all of the unspoken
etiquette concerning the placing and raising of
bets. If you don't know enough to split a pairing in
riftwalker sabacc and double your bet against a dupe
or a face card, you shouldn't be sitting there in the
first place.

Use the comps. At a casino you can enjoy free

drinks, provided you tip well. And free food,
provided you remember which dishes at the buffet
are toxic to your species. Or a free room, provided
you make the right kind of friend. These might be
the only transactions where you can actually beat
the casino.

Sometimes the house cheats. l've seen loaded

dice, a weighted wheel, a false shuffle, and
a programmed randomizer. At a crooked
Quaymoon betting parlor in Hutt Space, it's
practically your moral obligation to cheat.
Train a partner to send nonverbal signals from
across the table. And while 1 don't believe in
lucky charms, nervously fiddling with one will
draw the dealer’s eye long enough for you to
slip a 1,000-credit chip into the middle of your
winning stack.

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Found this logbook in a chance parlor on Makem Te with that card on top of it. She
probably thought he'd come back, but it looks like my buddy Lando jumped clear out
of the sector. Clear skies, Lando.
Seems like Maz started this. I'll return it to her the next time I'm around
Takodana way. She'll appreciate that. Pretty sure shes got a thing for me.
Bunch of stick jockeys and star-skaters in here, boasting when all they've
really done is dig at the dirt and shoot at each other. A fueled-up engine and an
open horizon, that's all anybody needs.

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Yep, that's me, young BoShek. First place in the Malastare Classic, flying a
double-barreled Zephyr-K welded out of junkyard scraps. They say humans
can't compete at those speeds, but I think they're just afraid of the competition.

00 OOO
Just got the word that my application was accepted for the Dragon Void Rally,
one of the most prestigious races in the Rim Territories. No Corellian has won
it in a century, but I'm breaking that streak this year.
It'll take a week to get there, at a low gear so I can keep my engine tuned.
Gives me lots of time to go through my lockers. That Racing Digest clipping made
me nostalgic for the old days. I guess that's why I've been recording so much.

91
 оо Ооо •
Look at this—the swoop race through the crystal forests of Agrilat. I remember
I had first place locked up, flying a modified Mobquet with an overtuned engine
and illegal aftermarket boosters.

Tramatic Finish atAgrilat |

I had it in the bag, drifting in the slipstream of the leading swooper and
waiting to thumb the booster to overtake him on the wide turn. But he flashed
his engine baffles and dumped coolant into the thrust exhaust. The fireball got
bigger and bigger as I flew into it.

92
 It was either get roasted or bite it, so I nosed my swoop down into the oil
slick below. Nearly drowned. Spent two weeks in a medcenter so they could pump
slurry out of my lungs and racking up debt that I couldn't possibly pay.
—

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How could I? I was only good at one thing: racing. doy P^"
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Nearly arrived at the Dragon Void. Racing a starship isn't like racing a speeder
bike—you've got all of three-dimensional space to maneuver in, which doesn't
always make for compelling holocam footage. Thats why race organizers
always try to force competitors onto the same plane by bottlenecking the course
between narrow obstacles. If the race is sponsored by a syndicate, expect space
mines to fire live laser charges.
Lazy race organizers try to capture some good footage at the starting line,
and then they pack the rest of the broadcast with inspirational stories.

93
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 This Troig hopes to open a diner with the winnings! Meet
the Devlikk who's being cheered on by his three spouses and
thirty-five offspring!

That might be racing to some, but not to me. I’m BoShek. If you want to
know my story, just keep your eye on the finish line.
оо Ооо •

That's from when I raced the ski speeder circuit for a single season in the
Geister belt. Made enough to pay off my creditors.
Was just thinking that if I win, place, or show in the Dragon Void, I'll have
enough to fund my next move. I've had an idea for a long time about threading

Ои
the Corkscrew through the Thunderhead, cutting a bit chunk off the Kessel
Run. That'd be an all-time record for me to claim.

оо Ооо •

The Dragon Void didn't work out like I'd hoped. I heard some other Corellian
won the whole thing, so I've got to raise my mug in their direction. That doesn’t
help me in the money department.
Looks like it's back to hauling for this spacer. Cargo, passengers, animals, I
don't care. Give me a destination and I'll get there.
Need to find somebody to pay for my services. Thought about Tatooine, but
remembered that they water down the drinks at Chalmun's. My next thought
was Takodana.
I hope she appreciates that its me bringing this book back into her
possession. I hope she sees how I really feel.

МАТ КАМАТА
Little storyteller, how is it that you returned to me so early?

|foresaw а tangled track, one that far exceeded its journey thus far. |have cast a bottle
into the ocean only for it to wash up at my feet. Surely the fault lies with me, not with the
Force. |did not heave it into the proper current. Look who returned it to me, after all.
This book needs a stronger hand to carry it, and | know just the Wookiee.
At least Chewie's aof fhe On,Z sucker
who's so77ea hooked.
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CHEWIE KEPT YAMMERING AT ME ABOUT THIS THING.

But | Knew where he got it, and the big guy's a softy to any face that takes a shine to
1 his blue eyes. | know how you feel, buddy, but don't let this logbook get you into hot
water back on Kashyyyk.
Looks like this thing was Maz Kanata's way of tossing her wealth to any star
hauler who's willing to pick up the trail. Could make some sucker very, very rich, if it
doesn't wind up in the hands of the syndicates.
But Chewie and me, we own it now. Happy landings for a couple of freighter bums!
We've gota ship and a droid brain to steer her by, and as captain of this operation
Гуе decided to go after Maz's hidden data node on Columi. Not much Hutt influence in
that part of space. | like our odds.

Can't wait fillLando finds out.RO

Blasted out of Columi with a hull crack so deep it nearly split the Falcon in half when
we jumped the Big L. Lucky | convinced my favorite outlaw techs to give me a
discount on a spaceframe weld for no money down.
No. we didn't recover the data node. When did the Columi get so trigger-happy?
Now I've gotta dig out from under this debt, and a Wookiee for a partner is the
last thing | need.

My old buddy Sonnoid introduced us to Mama Annie: a nice old lady and a custom
spice chemist. | know better than to stick my neck out for anyone in this business,
gray-haired sweetheart or no. Chewie? Don't get me started.
He overheard that Crymorah's Tantel mercs have been shaking down Mama,
and now he thinks he's gotta be a hero. Chewie waited until the mercs finished
raiding her money-changing office and ambushed them on their way to deposit it in
their Bank of Coruscant numbered account.
 Of course, |went along with it-what's the sense in my copilot getting skewered
by metal-headed goons—but you'd better believe | had it out with Chewie about
giving 90 percent of the haul back to Mama Annie. How's a guy supposed to make a {
living when his partner thinks everybody's a charity case? 2

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 Of all the gundark kissers who owned this book before me, why did one of ‘em have
to be Lando? The Force might be prime-grade bunkum, but the jury's still out on
Lady Fate. If she’s listening, this is some weak jet-juice. Look at what he wanted to
do to my baby!
If a component doesn't help you fly or fight, it's not worth spending the credits.
Yeah, | know what Lando would say, and he's wrong. The Falcon’s a fighter, just like
me and Chewie. That's why | geared her up, so she could punch back at picket ships.

HAN SOLO’S MODS:

KDY SHIELD GENERATOR: Military grade, so it's a good thing the Empire fell
asleep when it came to guarding that weapons dump.
HANX-WARGEL SUPERFLOW IV COMMAND INTELLIGENCE: No point in trying
to compare the Ға/солв H- to a stock model, not with L8 bouncing around in
there. A little temperamental, but the best nav database anywhere.
vm HIDDEN ZX-108 "GROUND BUZZER" BLASTER CANNON: Not really all that
He accurate. but
but good at scattering boarding parties and that's enough for me.
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You'd have thought the trick | pulled hauling coaxium out of Kessel would have
made me famous. |tell the story to everybody, and everybody thinks I'm bluffing.
But as Chewie is my witness: Han Solo made the Kessel Run in less than twelve

parsecs!
You can keep your Kessel Run records. | don't care.
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You know what, | do care! The nerve of these jet jockeys, laughing at me as soon as
|turn my back.
i I'm not bad with my fists, and good ol’ Chewie's got a thing for arm-twisting.
; That guy on Junkfort bragging he did it in under eleven? Next time I'm out that way
I'm gonna tell him to scratch gravel. |hope he throws a punch instead.

Looks like Crymorah came down pretty hard on Mama Annie. Chewie and me havent
felt any heat from the syndicates just yet, but in the meantime, | lined up a new client.
yorа Got a job with Big Випјі running bogus authority cash vouchers to the rubes
over arid, the far side of the Cron Drift. | know that "smuggler's honor" says don't exploit
qa" цо anyone poorer than yourself. But we're running ragged, and we can't afford to start
o. playing by the rules.
- for the job, just as soon as
Planning to mask the Falcon's ID as Graphite Skipper
| can get Chewie to update the transponder.
Lots of Mining Guild ТІЕ in the Cron Belt, but Chewie and me can take ‘em out
with the quad cannons.
Yeah yeah, | know, buddy. Chewie says to write down that if either of us notches

a kill in the Money Zone—the space around the Falcon's perimeter reachable by both
cannons-then it's worth double points. It's not like I'm worried. I'm ahead by three
and he'd better not forget it.
Made a clean break with Bunji after the Cron scam, only to wind up in the
decaying orbit of the galaxy's cheapest swindlers—the Briil Twins.
It's a simple run. Stash a couple hundred bottles of R'alla mineral water in the
Falcos floor compartments, then smuggle the contraband to the clean-living people
of Ватра ІІ.
Setting the Ға/соп вtransponder to Sunfighter Franchise for this опе. Hopefully
we'll earn enough to get us off the Red List and shake the debt collectors.
 Well, “partner,” looks like the cosmic deck dealt you a
dead hand this time. | expect you're getting used to that
by now. Too bad about Chewbacca, though. Wookiees
deserve fe have more say in who winds up on the
receiving end of a life debt.

With Solo and Chewie in lockup on Rampa, it was pretty

easy fe slip the customs agent some creds and nav
Solos gear. | figure ifs the least he owed me after
he sold me out daring thatnerf-legging stam in the
Mensua Nebula. 7

This logbook lookslike Al, more than offset my

expenses, what with this lk of treasure coordinates
and data caches. When it comes fe digging up buried
riches, | knew just the girl. Yeah, shes burned me
before, too. Put Aphra has gef fe ve & better partner
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 Chewie's been carrying this logbook around for months, and he never said a word!
"Didn't think you'd be interested,” he tells me.
| don't want to know the odds of this thing landing back in my hands like this,
but I've seen longshots play out before. Chewie tells me a bunch of Wookiee warriors
were passing it around, and he accepted it from Big Quince's bodyguard during that
weapons trade on Orelon.

Ha-1 KNEW it was Sana who robbed me back on Rampa! Chewie said no, but who
was right, fuzzball? Who was right?
Kind of funny seeing your own words locked in time like that. It's almost hard to
remember that hungry spell between Beckett and Jabba, but we ain't exactly lounging
around on a Corellian pleasure yacht now.
We're still running with the Rebels. Most of em are okay. Luke's а good kid. I'd
hire him on in a flash. Leia... she's got a lot to learn. Maybe some sucker'll put up

essiRE ALLIANCE TO RESTORE THE REPUBLIC

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the way of clean living in ways you'd never expect.

My mind's made up. There's no money in the Rebellion and no security worth a damn.
Гуе got enough death marks on my head without inviting even more from the Empire.
Chewie's
too sweet to say it, but we can't afford to be sticking around here anymore.
It's time this captain took his ship far away from here.
 Honestly, Maz’s logbook couldn't have shown up at a better time. If we get one of
these treasures we can wipe out our debt and split any profits.

Oh, so now you want to add to this log? What kind of strategy is this? Bad
* хр move, buddy. | don't know what
you're hiding inside that furry dome
of yours. You make that move, the
glory's all mine.

Don't rub it in, pal. No one likes a smug

winner. You're just tempting fate with
this winning streak of yours.
Decided to go after one of Maz's tougher prizes: the Graceful Promising, a derelict
Vontorian treasure ship locked in close orbit around a dark star.

much gravitational shear. Good thing I'm the only pilot who's ever notched a sub-
12 Kessel Run.
Bringing Lieutenant Ematt and a couple of Alliance Pathfinders too. They're
pretty good in a fight as rebels go, and Chewie and me might need some extra
hands aboard the Falcon.
 Not a bad bit of treasure hauling from the Grateful Promising, if | do say so myself.
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They needed the money so l let them keep most of it, to maybe buy another ion
cannon or something. That leaves Chewie and me playing catch-up, though. How
come a guy like me can never catch a break?

Got to plan a new job for paying down Jabba's loan. Not sharing it with sad-sack
Rebels this time.
Possible clients:
The Ezaraa? Religious types always promise big credits, but these guys actually
paid up when we came to collect. Problem is, I'm pretty sure they still have us marked
as heretics in their holy texts. But the way | see it, if they didn't want us to laugh at
that old guy, they shouldn't have made his hat so tall. Right, Chewie?
The Aquaris Freeholders? Chewie won't stop dropping hints about linking back
up with this outfit even though they once hijacked our spice cargo. l'm starting to
think that Silver Fyre must have cooed in his ear about his big blue eyes.

— азы а s

We don't have a job lined up, but I'm plotting a course for the Bright Jewel Cluster
anyway. Thinking we can jostle some elbows on Tansarri Point. Maybe even pay a
visit to Ord Mantell if we don't see any hostile chatter on the Undervine.
Or maybe we'll go there anyway. Big risks bring big payouts, and Han Solo ain't
scared of anything.
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One day’s distance from Ord Mantell іп my rearview, but it'll

be at least a week until I reach Zorba’s palace in the Southern

Rim. Hate using untraveled hyperlanes, but I can’t be sure a

hunt saboteur didn’t pick up my vector. Better to keep things

slow and steady until I make delivery.

I can fill my time with making mark in this log. Strange

how I got my hands on it. Probably some kind of bounty bust

that went bad. Picked this up and split before anybody noticed

me. Don’t know who the target was. Probably this Han Solo guy.
Never heard of him. Though by what he wrote, I'm not surprised

things went south.

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Checked on my cargo. He’s still breathing. Get this, he asked

if I'd crank up the air recirculators. Gave me my first laugh

in ages. Buddy, I would if I could!

Hey, if he wanted to live his life in comfort, he shouldn't

have taken out a loan from a Hutt. It’s his debt, not mine. I'm

just the agent who makes sure he pays it in person.

DAYS TO PAYOUT: 3

Arm still burns. Can’t believe I let that dinko-lover graze me

with a needlebeamer before I grabbed him.

The bandage is starting to turn green but I’m too scared to
unwrap it. The stink would probably knock me flat.

DAYS TO PAYOUT: 1

This sticky, recycled atmo aboard this ship, it isn't helping

my arm one bit. But I keep reminding myself that's what Zor-

ba’s fee is for.

Fix the recirculator. Fix my arm. Fix my whole skrogging

life while I’m at it.

Making a quick stop at Jedha to recalibrate my navicomput-

er, then it’s a straight shot to payday.

TRANSCRIBED DATA [END]

 athetic that a skip tracer should bring me so low! Everyone hates the bill
collector—everyone except destiny, itseems.

The target that she carried, he had rich friends. They cared enough to hire a
hunt saboteur like me, so that |could interrupt her delivery and save that man
from the cruelties of the Hutts. They could have just given him the money to pay off the debt in the first
place, and |would have never gotten involved! Itseems their caring was conditional.

ltmatters nat. In this moment, по one cares for me. The crash landing snapped my starboard fol and
physiology won't last long under this desert sun. Itseems that | š
name is Puttana Pin. Witness me, for once |was

Back when I threw my lot in with the Partisans, that was a right steady
gig for old Cycyed Ock. No, I was never much of a zealot, but I was
savvy enough to say the right things.

Saw Gerrera—rest his bones—wasn't the worst commander I ever

had. But sometimes he'd get that wild blaze in his stare. When that
happened, I'd start screaming for the Emperor's head louder than
anyone else in the room because if I didn't, Gerrera might've started
screaming for my head too.

Me and Kullbee, we're the only survivors of Gerrera's Partisans with

any brains. We relocated to the other hemisphere after the Empire
took a bite out of the planet, but it's all red powder wherever you go.
Ran across a crashed Headhunter the other day—one of the old
suicide sleds, with a couple blaster holes in its fuselage—and lifted
this logbook from the sunburned blubber of whatever used to be
its pilot. Now l'm interested! —Eva
zan

Smart move. Because buried treasure and encrypted data nodes sound
like money to me. It's time to get the old gang back together.

Kullbee, bless his braids, already said yes.

E. TT Ge
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So from what I сап tell, one of Maz's treasure hauls has almost
certainly gone unclaimed. I think I've figured out where she hid it
and I'd have probably done the same thing.

Cities on Iskalon, a waterworld, rely on plasma that's pumped directly

from the ocean floor. Maz's treasure? It's inside one of those pipelines.
Can't detect it from the outside thanks to energy interference, and
can't reach it from the inside with that much fluidic pressure.

Now, maybe you could cause a plasma spill on purpose. But who'd
be able to swoop in, at those depths, and make off with the treasure
in serpent-infested waters, and all before the automated sentinels
sealed the breach?

A ragtag team of oddballs, that's who. Let me pull up that Imperial

alert from way back...
To all captains of interstellar commerce vessels, welcome to the historic Terrabe
sector. Be advised that bandit activity is on the rise. You are part of the solution. If
you notice anything suspicious, report it!
In particular, stay alert for the following members of the so-called Gullet Gang:
1. CYCYED ОСК, KEREDIAN CYBORG SHARPSHOOTER LeftGallandro's old gangbutbroke
= < acontract with the Droid Gotra;
2. NERSITON, SINITEENNFO-BROKER-AND DATA SLICER was reedtooutdraw a succession of

3. KULLBEE SPERADO, MEFTIAN GUNSLINGER

mechanical duelists andshotdeadby#11

4. OOS-RIN-ARREK, TISS-SHAR CONTORTIONIST a seen with GarJan Rues

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Time to start recruiting а new gang. That's the thing they never tell
you about oddballs: being unique doesn't mean you can't be replaced.

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that treasure on Iskalon, and only got collared after they. stashed it some-
where. All that stufffrom the pipeline owners about a sickened mega eel
pipeline and causing the breach? Just a cover-up for investors.

The Keredian p Bronson that itt

'spring his whale crew, he'll cut me in for a
quarter share. š

Need to grab his logbook out of the Personal Prüperty Annex first, which
sounds like it'sa map leading to more targets like that one. After that, it's
 GALACTIC WHISPER NETWORK,
OPTIMIZATION STRAND

INFO BROKER 2757:

When one visits a tavern, if one should encounter a patron who loudly proclaims
his intention to pay for the drinks of everyone present—well, that is a sign that
said patron has come into sudden wealth. One can recognize such an obvious
fact without belonging to the info broker profession.
However, we info brokers are unique among the galaxy's underworld
players in our ability to resist free-flowing Hedrett whiskey. It is very likely,
therefore, that | was the only being on all of Hosnian Prime with the presence
of mind to steal the source of the red-faced man’s power during the peak of his
cognitive befuddlement.
Farewell, Mr. Kenzie. This artifact briefly brought you good fortune but is
now in more capable hands.
For now that the Whisper Network possesses an item with such a high
potential value, logic dictates three actions:

ONE, that this logbook undergo multiple methods of independent

authentication to verify its origins;

TWO, that a sampling of high-value targets (Pashvi, Moldour 14, and

Seylott, for example) be visited by trained investigators to determine
whether they still house intact treasures (or, if not, that they have been
disturbed in a manner consistent with the narratives recorded in this
logbook);

THREE—and only upon confirmation of points one and two—that the

information in this logbook be copied into discrete units of comparable
value and sold off to underworld buyers.

The Whisper Network keeps the galactic underworld running. With the
information in this artifact, we will steer the syndicates along vectors of our
choosing. It has always been thus. It will always be so.
Deep Current? The Assemblers? In their limited vision they are beneath
our notice. The Kupohan Spynet? Don't make me laugh.
No one ever sees the Whisper Network, but our info brokers are
everywhere, and we are always three moves ahead.
LOG ENTRY: EXULTATION
Oh Ponda, what a spectacle! For someone like me to receive an invitation to the

Obroan Intelligence Summit, that is a true honor. And that I took the invitation
from a disemboweled and former info broker—that is a testament to the ingenuity
of Dr. Evazan!

How clever of me to peel the agent's skin and fool the door scanner outside
Obroa-skai's Stratosphere Room. Surely those in attendance should be applauding

in delighted surprise. Don't you agree?

What a shame, then, that you and І cannot hear their applause іп a room furnished

with bodies and carpeted with an expanding spill of redness. Ponda, I admire those who
trade in information, І do. But some beings— gods, really trade in life and death itself!

It is true that I consider myself an architect of the vital arts. I despise cloners—
obedient clerks, all of them—as well as the so-called cryptosurgeons who think a

job title is a shortcut to genius,

Should we begin, my beloved Ponda? Our materials are all around us. Such

an excess of limbs and viscera, and from so many species! We will load them on
the ship.

LOG ENTRY: PUZZLEMENT

After fourteen days, not even a murmur concerning the Obroa-skai massacre? I

suppose if you kill the info brokers, no one is left to spread the news. I'm a little
disappointed at getting away with it so easily, Ponda.

I know what you will say. "You already have the death sentence in twenty-two
systems, Who cares about one more?" I appreciate that, my friend.

LOG ENTRY: WISTFULNESS

Ponda, your tusks will quiver when I tell you this bittersweet tale.
Long ago, in the Kingdom of the Tion, a dying princess taught her pipe-bird to whistle
her favorite song. Other birds learned to mimic the same pattern of notes, and :

throughout thousands of years of spaceflight, they spread across the galaxy. Finks

24.
 BUILDING ABETTER BEING:

CRAFT-RESISTANT

PROMISING!

TOO EASY

POSSIBLE ALLERGENS
 of it, Ponda, Every time you've heard a pipe-bird, a princess has sung to you from

beyond the grave.

That is what I seek! Immortality! These wretches I build are the means to

unlocking the galaxy's greatest secret.

масад
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creation”

LOG ENTRY: PERSISTENCE

Ponda, I’ve said this before, but that incident in the Tatooine cantina was quite a

while ago. Why do you continue to resist?

A cyborg arm is out of the question. Do you want to look like some disposable

pit fighter, with a razor-tipped gripper that also squirts acid? I care about you too

much to consider such a circus of spectacle.

Some of the arms from the Stratosphere Room still haven’t rotted. Just give
me the word and one of them will be yours,

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LOG ENTRY: INVENTIVENESS
l admire your resilience, Ponda. | know you have toiled to bring me credits. І

recognize that shaking down shopkeepers is exhausting.

But what if I used all these credits to develop fresh poisons? We could test

them in laced sweetcakes you could deliver to a nearby orphanage.

I'm bored, Ponda! Think what we could learn about toxicity!

LOG ENTRY: RUMINATION

My friend, give me your honest opinion of this verse.
+
For how could the cries of the victims be heard ж

'Midst rebalanced humors and vitals transferred

"Tis skill that defines noble Evazan's art %ь

As the throats of his victims shall one day impart

Surprised, Ponda? How wonderful that, after so many years, we can still make

new discoveries about each other.

LOG ENTRY: RESENTMENT

Surely you remember my disappointment at receiving no response to my application
to join the Alchemists Guild? Now how do you think I reacted when I learned that
the Alchemists Guild hasn't actually existed in nearly a millennium?

LOG ENTRY: CONTEMPLATION

am remembering that time I spent on Athus Klee, shaping the perfect miner for
the Crimson Dawn syndicate. Interesting work at the beginning but you know how
quickly other minds drive me to boredom.

Тат an artist, Ponda, not a contractor.

LOG ENTRY: URGENCY

The experiment has reached a critical stage! 1 need heads!
 Ponda, I’m out of bone powder! Dig up a dozen corpses, preferably ones that

have marinated for at least three centuries. Makem Te has an entire landmass of

well-labeled graves. Whatever we don't use we'll grind up and sell to the elixir

hustlers on Nar Shaddaa.

LOG ENTRY: EXULTATION

We've done it again, Ponda, Another original. We have built new life!
But . . . too many arms? I could remove one of the ones in the back and have it

grafted to your stump in no time. Just let me know that you agree.

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Pavel-Martinus courtesans has required the purchase
lineage have been of velvet capes, silver slippers, vinegar-
courtesans, serv- oil perfumes, and even gilt-inlayed
t ing at the pleasure grog goblets.
% of an Exalted Hutt or а syndicate’s Why, just yesterday | appeared at
Grand Dynast and excelling in the arts court resplendent in rainbow gems,
of idleness, indulgence, and flattery. only to discover that Buggine had
And yet, my secret shame is that decreed feathered epaulets to be this
the investment has begun to outweigh cycle’s hottest fashion. How will 1
the gains. When | was accepted into afford such whimsies? Pompey Pavel-
the court of Buggine the Hutt, 1 Martinus will be ruined!
| preened in jubilation, for her style How refreshing that you, dear
= of extravagant frivolity has been in diary, are no hissing gossip.
 DOH ON MRS
ITEM DESCRIPTION
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 IMPERIAL INSTITUTE
FOR ARCHAEOLOGICAL
EXPLOITATION
THULE, ESSTRAN SECTOR
NAME:
Dr. Chelli Lona Aphra

ACCREDITATIONS:
University of Barleth, Archaeological Association of Archaeo-Prime,
University of Rudrig Committee for Historic Preservation
historical interest
The bearer of this certificate has limited clearance to access sites of
Accords
to the Empire, pursuant to bylaws 22.750-23. 018 of the Harvester

This must’ve been what Sana was talking about during that drink-off at
Fort Ypso. Most people who ingest that much aquae infurnus start babbling
nonsense, but looks like Sana surprised me again.
All these idiots who've owned this logbook, and I'm the first accredited
archaeologist. So to them I say: Great job, boys, you really mucked up some
historic sites. It's a straight-up cultural tragedy.
Before | start poking around these sites myself, | want to take a look into a
deeper pattern. Maz's treasures looked pretty evenly spaced across the civilized

— ІН
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galaxy, but the ones that have been claimed so far seem to have benefited the
syndicates in the Eastern Rim. Just a hunch, but it might explain why Crimson
Dawn and Crymorah are losing ground while the Hutts and the Pykes are
consolidating assets.
Is that what you’re up to, little book? Destabilizing the underworld balance
of power?
Figure | might check o б It’s in the back end of
Wild Space, practicall eems to care about
the backscatter boonigs.
thought the Irving Boys brought me on for an apprenticeship, but 1 guess
not! Not when they dumped me at the last wayfarers' node. Well, blanks to
them. They gave me this *onboarding pack" and I'm keeping it. It’s decent
stuff for getting started as a smuggler:
» Waterproof poncho that doubles as a rain catcher
» Hyperspace sextant
» Huttese phrase book (looks like a bunch of pages have been ripped out)
» Fake piloting license template
» Spice purity testing kit
» Insulated bedroll that only deploys through facial recognition? No idea
why, and 1 hate the image it stored.

DEVARONIAN EXPLORERS
STARSCATTER BEDROLL,
MODEL #K26957

insulation rated for Class 3

environments and above

PRERECORDED FACIAL -
IMAGERY:

Thermal comfort to be provided

upon successful mapping of
cranial contours

Also, for some reason, the pack included this logbook. Maybe they forgot
where they put it?
 Cybernetics are such a pain.

Look at this: the 66K needs a novic patellar to power the joint, but BioTech only
sells it in the Core and Colonies. So I'm using a Lotho Junker omnislug instead,
which means I’ve got to manually reroute the limbic impulses. Which is pretty
much just me banging on my thigh every half hour, like some penitent cultist.
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It doesn’t matter if the Irving Boys ditched me. Туе always been able to steal
whatever 1 need. But things look different now that Palpatine's been wiped.
Everybody always said the Empire would fold without an Emperor, but they
seem like they're digging in on Burnin Konn and other worlds. That's why 1
wanted to hook up with people who had connections, and look where that
got me.

Who knows where the Irving Boys got this logbook in the first place? We met
up in the Anoat sector, but they could've come from the Southern Reaches,
maybe even the Unknown Regions.

Nothing to steal out there anyway. See ya, dummies!

l've got a plan on what to do next. l've worked with the lvax syndicate
before. 1 know they're a feeder network for the Red Key Raiders. Those guys
cut the guts out of the Hutt syndicate after Jabba's death on Tatooine. Wish
1 could've been there. 174 have given a wink to whichever syndicate assassin
finally pulled the trigger on that slime-tracking slug.

An underworld restructure sounds like the perfect time for someone like me
to make a little money. There's a Gabdorin who came to Burnin Konn once
in a while to get a brine-soaking. Quiggold, 1 think? If he's not running with
the Red Key Raiders, 1 bet he knows somebody who is.

Pretty big upgrade from the South Sector Sinners, but there's never been a
better time for me to make a new beginning.
 are,! told her, we need deckhands, but | could throw a rock and hit a
dozen seasoned spacers in this cantina alone. And every one of 'em/s
Ë got enough brains to leave “thief” off a list of job qualifications!
d у, But | didn’t hate her or nothing, so | recommended her to the
unde as a swabbie crewer. Better them taking the risk than us, | figured.
And all it cost her was the stuff in this satchel. 1/4 spotted the sextant, but turns
out it’s busted. Nearly tossed the whole bag but now I’m mighty glad | didn’t.
Cap’n’s gonna love this logbook. No bigger fan о” pirate lore than him,
and sure as skating that’s Gunda Mabin’s script logging her pursuit of the
treasures of Maz Kanata. Two Pirate Queens! And with this thing guiding
our way, we just might
end up enthroning a new
Pirate King.
Doubt he'd like that
title, chough—not hardly
specific enough. Nobody
ever forgets his painted
Kaleesh mask, so we've
been trying out Blood
Buccaneer. Red Raider
was my idea, but on most
days Cap/n is preferrin’
Crimson Corsair.
That skinny thief
was wrong about me
belongin’ to the Red
Key Raiders, but | can
see how she'd think that
given how much the сарт
favors that color scheme.

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our own legend. Here’s/ what we
need to build on.
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pot {ht ebhae Clusters with a ship and crew. Be warned: he is a venom-
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capil ШЕР ӨРЕ Tthano, and instead look up the freebooters wronged by
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Just like | thought, the cap’n was all in when | showed him this log. This time
tomorrow, Sidon Ithano's crew sets sail for the Lost Treasure of Adratharpe 7.
Sure as the Martinet attracts mynocks, we've picked up our share ор
rivals—and not just Scorza’s boys. Things could get bloody if they’re tracking
us. I’ve never known the cap’n to back down from a fight.

UNDERBOSS, RED KEY RAIDERS

THE CRIMSON CORSAIR? HAH! MORE LIKE THE ... RED ... IDIOT!

WE SENT ITHANO AND HIS PANTOMIME PIRATES SCAMPERING LIKE

LASH-CHASTENED NEKS.

FOUND THIS BOOK IN THE LAST HOVERCART ON ADRATHARPE. | KNEW

RIGHT AWAY THAT BOSS MOVELLAN NEEDED TO SEE IT.

IT'S PLAIN THAT RED KEY'S PARTNERSHIP

WITH BLACK SUN STILL CHAFES
HIM. BOSS'LL GIVE A LISTEN TO ANYTHING THAT'LL LET US SHRUG OFF
THE HAND OF THE OLD SYNDICATES. TIME TO LAY DOWN A NEW POWER
STRUCTURE FOR THE POST-EMPIRE UNDERWORLD.
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INSTINCT? DO THEY HUNGER?

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BODIES, MAYBE THEY DOO. BUT NOT TO

THE GUAVIAN DEATH GANG. TO LIS, THEIR

IMITATIVE CONSCIOUSNESS IS INFANTILE.

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SPOILS OF BATTLE? HOW MIGHT THIS

LOGBOOK GIVE US AN EDGE OVER OUR

RIVALS?

THE TRIUMPH OF THE GUAVIAN DEATH

GANG 15 INEVITABLE. ІТ IS ONLY THE

TIMETABLE THAT IS UNCERTAIN.

пиг SECURITY SOLDIERS ARE MA-

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> 1, &ALA-TIK, AM IN MY EARLY STAGE OF

MECHAMORPHOSIS AND POSSESS ONLY —

ONE IMPLANT. BUT THE SILICATE GRAFTS

IN MY LEG ARE CLAMPED TO NERVE

ENDINGS, AND THIS ALONE IS SUFFICIENT

TO PROVIDE A QUICKDRAW EDGE OF 0.512

SECONDS MEASURED FROM THREAT

DETECTION TO FIRST-BURST. | DIDN'T

EVEN SPEC FOR THIS—-MY BODY JUST

RESPONDED.

THE EMPIRE HAD LAWS AGAINST

CYBORG ENHANCEMENTS, BUT WHERE

IS THE EMPIRE NOW? THE SO-CALLED

NEW REPUBLIC IS TOOTHLESS, LACKING

THE FIREPOWER TO BACK UP ITS WORDS.

WITH NO ONE TO CHECK AMBITIONS,

IT IS THE GUAVIA DEATH GANG WHO

WILL SET NEW STANDARDS FOR WHAT A

CONSCIOUS MIND CAN ACCOMPLISH,

> DUR SECURITY SOLDIERS ARE HALF

DROID, AND THEREFORE INTERCEPTING

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THIS—ALL. OF THS=S WHY THE

GUAVIAN DEATH GANG ARE DESTINED

TO SUPPLANT ORGANIC SWEAT LICKERS

LIKE THE KANJIKLUBBERS. FOR WHAT

ARE THEY ? FORMER SLAVES AND FAILED

PIT FIGHTERS, ALL OF THEM INDISTIN-

GUISHABLE FROM MONOTONE STREET

TRASH.

>THE GUAVIAN DEATH GANG HAVE SET

THEIR SIGHTS BEYOND KANJIKLUB. OUR

NAND-PROPHETS HAVE COMPLETED THE

ABSORPTION OF THE DATA THAT THE

DROID GOTRA STOLE FROM KANATA'S

REPOSITORIES, AND THAT DATA IS NOW

OURS TO ACT UPON.

DOMINATION OF THE GALACTIC UNDER-

WORLD BEGINS NOW, WITH A MASSIVE

STRIKE ON NANTOON.

IT APPEARS THAT THE TIMETABLE OF THE

TAKEOVER I5 NO LONGER UNCERTAIN.

OUR SECURITY SOLDIERS WILL LAUNCH

THEIR ASSAULT FIVE CYCLES FROM THE

TIME OF THIS MARK.

> FOUR CYCLES.

> THREE.

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: I АМ КАТОО QIN-FEE. THE GUAVIAN DEATH GANG АЖЕ STUYEFIED, THEIK
iu NERVES STUNNED FROM THE FLUKKY OF BLOWS LAUNCHED Py KANIIKLUD
T DURING THE SKIKMISH IN THE CKONEZE MANDATE.
WE TOOK EVEKYTHING FROM THOSE ZEKO-2KMLL2! WE TOOK 20
MUCH THAT THE TRAIN OF FREIGHTERS STRETCHES ALL THE WAY BACK
TO FORAN TUTHA, WITH EACH NEW CAKGO OFFERED AT THE FEET OF
ТОҮРО?Ў ТАЗИ LEECH.

THEIK INFOKMATION? WE WILL DELOVE ІТ. THEIK UNO WE WILL

ЕМГ THEM! :
 WE KANIIKLUBBERS FOUGHT AT CHAZIUKON SHOALS. ANOTHER BOUT ES
WHEKE WE KNOCKED OUK CHALLENGERS 2ТИТІР.
WHO'S NEXT? BLACK SUN, THE CKYMOKAH, CRIMSON DAWN ANYBODY
ELSE WHO USED TO THINK THEY KAN THE GALAXYZ
THE OLD WAYS CAN'T STAND FOREVER. THE HUTTS AKE ALKEADY š 2
STIRALING INTO А CRASH. KANJIKLUB WILL MAKE SUKE THEKE АКЕ NO *.
SURVIVORS! y

TASU LEECH SAYS KANIIKLUB SHOULD WELU A BOND WITH THE WEATONS RS
MAKERS. THEY АКЕ THE AHL TRUE TOWEKS, AND THEY АКЕ SLOBBEKING
TO HOOK UT WITH KANIKLUB.
WE WILL ЗЕТ OFF TO CANTONICA IN THE MORNING. KANIIKLUE WILL STAND
/ АТ CENTER KING, FISTS WKAYTEU! cS
 az Kanata, you are as
charming as ever. This is your
most inspired move to date.
have enjoyed our back-
and-forth tests of intellect
over the years, particularly in
the fact that neither of us has
yet succeeded in stumping the other.
Admittedly, 1 have no guesses for how you managed to plant this logbook
into my hands! You couldn't possibly have known that 1 would lift the
possessions of a Kanjiklub chief engaged in negotiations for fiscal domination
of the Rim territories.
But who else could this book be intended for, if not the Master Codebreaker?

Our private game of codes, ciphers, and cryptograms is like speaking a dead
language. Only a few possess fluency, so holding a conversation is a rare delight.
Maz, | will solve your enigma, but 1 must build my legend іп the
meantime. Perfecting the arts of infiltration, espionage, and high-stakes
bluffing requires that | rub extremities with the most valuable players in
the galaxy.
With time and attention, they will all play my tune.
=
Ihave returned from the betting parlors of Hosnian Cardota, where | entertained
a table of arms merchants while steadily whittling down their money supply.
All of them could easily afford the loss, yet all took great offense when asked to
slide over their chips. One eventually tried to poison me—the toxicity nullified
by my hullepi-culture tongue sheath, of course—and | made my exit using a
para-wing glider from the 350th-floor balcony.
The entire time, | found my attention drifting back to the mystery of
this logbook.
 can't help but notice that your list of powerful crime syndicates is
of course—decades out of date. Furthermore, my experience in the Hosnian
system made me realize that you neglected to credit the galaxy’s true powers—
b
perhaps by design?

MAZ’S LIST SIGNIFICANT PLAYERS CORPORATE ENTITIES

Black Sun None (vigo diaspora) Sienar Fleet Systems

Crymorah Droid Gotra BlasTech

Crimson Dawn — Son-Tuul Pride, Guavians Kuat Drive Yards

Pykes Kanjiklub/Red Key Raiders Mining Guild

Hutts Red Key Raiders/Kanjiklub Corporate Sector Authority

am certain these relationships conceal a clue. Applying a value (derived

from resource control) to the first column and applying an exponential
factor (from the second column's degree of sector domination) . . renders a
16-integer security key of 8211002504757290.
No. If any data-drone could crack it, it is too simple a cipher-text.
— y
must take a break from puzzling to replenish my assets. | need credits, it’s
true, though I wouldn't say no to a well-mixed Chandrilan cocktail as well.
Until | return from the Brentaal trading houses, your cipher will have to
wait. Brentaal is one of the few worlds that has not yet barred the Master
Codebreaker from games involving the mental calculation of odds. It is
certain to be a daredevilish outing.
 ELECTROMAGNETIC
BAFFLING THREAD WOVEN NEURAL-SHOCK LAPELS
INTO JACKET SEAMS PROGRAMMED TO IGNORE
WEARER’S BIO-SIGNATURE

CHEMICAL
HANDKERCHIEF
GENERATES ACRID
SMOKESCREEN WHEN
REMOVED FROM
OPPORTUNISTIC STABILIZATION POCKET
GADGETRY CONCEALED
IN FOLDS OF
CUMMERBUND

CUFFLINKS PROJECT HULL-

CUTTING NEEDLEBEAMS;
QIXONI CRYSTAL
MOUNTINGS CAN BE
PAWNED FOR QUICK CASH

SELF-POLISHING
SHAAK-LEATHER
FINISH; VIBROBLADE
CONCEALED IN SOLE
Maz, you surely know that 1 released every scrap of my personal data on the
public newsnets, masked only by a biohexacrypt code. Should any adversary
obtain this information they are welcome to claim the mantle of Master
Codebreaker.
It goes without saying that none have succeeded, and | realize that this may
in itself be a clue. It was the Kupohans who developed the method of encoding
information into organic genomes, and thus the textbook hexacrypt technique
gained its “bio” prefix. An already thorny trail became all but impassible.
Take the simple plom bloom. Under biohexacrypt, each genetic strand acts
as a scytale wrapped by a transposition cipher. Data rich and unpredictable.

1 feel 1 could succeed in this line of inquiry if 1 could determine the

biological sample you selected for encryption.
ай
=
After my sojourn on Brentaal and parts spinward, | am reminded that very
little ever really changes. Regardless of which faction holds power, business
interests retain their grip on manufacturing. Republic or Empire, New
Republic or First Order—everyone is in the market for the same merchandise.
Another thing that never changes is my choice of drink, and this is a fact
you know well. Therefore, my intellectual adversary, | am digitizing this text
into radial shells before applying a biohexacrypt key derived from the genome
of the jogan fruit, my preferred cocktail garnish.
: =а —
The results are back from my biohexacrypt key, and 1 have spent hours poring
over them with an eye for your particular style of wit and wordplay.
1 can only conclude that this logbook is an elaborate, living cipher. |
have taken everything into account: the number of pages, the course of its
interstellar journey, which treasures have been pursued and which have not,
the count of years since creation plus the average time of possession for each
owner, the density of words on each page, the degree of environmental wear,
and countless additional factors. Whenever | wondered if 1 was overthinking
it, 1 recalled your exceptional craftiness.
Biohexacrypt cracking didn't provide ап immediate answer, but after
manually scanning for patterns | saw it. Taking each seventy-second character
with an exponential step factor applied at regular intervals renders the following:

Hus
[BER BIN
[Е] -Е-Т-[Е] W-[E]-E-K
(The bracketed characters are speculative, but some data may have been
lost during decryption.)
 My dear Maz, is this entire logbook your way of wishing me a prosperous
New Year Fete? l thank you, and extend the same to you in return.
== =
Now, how might | match your subtlety by nudging this logbook so its course
bends back to Takodana?
Perhaps |will place it inside the very YT-1300 freighter operated by several
of your unwitting agents. The Millennium Falcon, isn’t it?
Locating its owner is trivial, and placing this logbook on board is even
easier. | doubt Solo will even realize it’s there.
And so I send this book back to you, old friend. | hope 1 have solved your
cryptogram, and if not Itrust you are amused by my efforts.

As always, 1 remain, the Master Codebreaker.

P. S. Lovey sends her best

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Doesn't look like much an the outside. Could

get some money by pushing the engines and
the navicomputer. "This little number has got it
where it counts!"

If nobody makes an offer, strip it for parts.

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I MUST BE SOME KIND OF BLACK HOLE for this thing to keep surfacing
in my path like this, right? Any fortune-tellers want to explain why l'm seeing this bad
omen again and again?
At least Chewie's happy about it. Keeps opening it up to different pages and
laugh-snuffling. He says it's good luck this thing keeps coming back, but | know
better.
If that were true, things would've turned out differently. Everything would be
different. Honestly, what else could | have expected? What could a guy like me offer
someone like her?

F
Skip the buried treasures and all that skuff. There’s nothing wrong with going after
the easy targets. Me and Chewie, we were doing okay running cargo on the Eravana.
Almost got me feeling like |was young and dumb again.
That's when we ran into the Millennium Falcon. 'ме been walking her corridors
ever since. The fresh smell of thread grease. That stale funk from the couch fabric.
The way the aircycler makes that whine before it switches off. Chewie's giant feet
clomping all over the hollow deck plates.
We're on our way to Takodana. | could easily drop this logbook off with Maz. But
now I'm starting to feel like it's mine, and after getting the Falcon back l'm in no hurry
to start giving away more stuff.

That girl, Rey. She'd be good to have aboard the Falcon. | could show her what | know.
I'm not getting younger and having someone who can get down in the hatches would
be good. And maybe she could carry on after l'm gone. Another roll of the dice. А
scoundrel's redemption.

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Regrets have gotta be the worst part of getting old. Can't stop thinking of things
| said ages ago that maybe | shouldn't have said. | spent so many years trying to
become the person |wanted to be that | eventually started pushing away those wha
were smart enough to see it was all an act. | should have been a better partner, and
a better father.
What if | could do it all over again? Honestly, things would probably play out
the same. Not much point in thinking about it, though. Constantly looking over your
shoulder is a pretty good way to keep going in circles.
You can't change yesterday, so there's no use getting all sad about it. But
tomorrow? Look out.
Oh, Han. You beautiful, intractable idiot.
Paging through this book is like meeting you all over again. The outlaw
braggart. The reluctant rebel. You infuriated me, and you knew it.
How many times did | threaten to throw you out of the airlock, or dump you
on a dead moon? But who other than a stubborn scoundrel like you could have
pushed through my carefully crafted shields to reach the heartbroken orphan on
the other side? š
And then there you
it, ‘those tight pants. 1
%

of your words would be standing right there in front E

Pass
lifetime running away from your regrets, Han. 1 see that they

time. га tell you regrets aren’t something to be ashamed of. They’re a chance
to step back and take stock of your life before moving forward once more. Regrets
allow you to see with compassion, to understand that others have made your same
mistakes. ; tis 1 :
I know you always wondered, and the answer is no. I never regretted our time
together. I loved you, nerf herder. 1 still do.
The Falcon, she's Chewie's ship now. And Rey reminds me so much of you.
Not a single credit to her name but she's got enough guts to take on the galaxy. I’m
putting this logbook back into the Falcon where it will keep sailing on. It couldn't
ask for better caretakers.
So long, flyboy. Force willing, we'll see each other again.
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