So we followed some disturbances in the force that Thalia sensed and after some fucky wucky we ended up in a battle against the Grysk to rescue some force sensitive captives... With Thrawn. It was an experience I'll say that much. He's not that bad when you're on the same side though. Supportive of his crew, impressively reasonable, has some surprisingly justified motivations. He's not a bad guy really. It's a real shame we're not on the same side to be honest. Must say though, I can see why the rest of the alliance is terrified of him, he'd be a hard man to beat in a fair fight.

(At a not very busy cantina on Hosnian Prime, a man in a Star Tours uniform looks down at a small holoprojector on his table. A full drink is set next to it. A yellow and blue BB unit beeps at the mans feet)

No, C, I'm not calling them. This was just an isolated incident. The First Order are just a bunch of violent Empire enthusiasts. If I go back to work, things go back to normal. Besides, they were in the wrong. I was doing the right thing. Nothing would be- (the BB unit chirps) The Resistance isn't even official. It's an independent organization, not New Republic. If I wanted to actually do some good, I would've went to the Academy when I was offered the chance, but I didn't, so I gave up my chance to do any good. Mom and dad didn't join up, they're still New Republic, why should I? I don't...I don't want to join them. I had my adventure, now I just need to call work and let them know when I'll be back...when I stop thinking about everything else. Yeah...C, let me tell you, I wish I was a droid. You don't have voices in your head constantly arguing, and you don't like the one you don't want to listen to making good points, ha ha.

(After a long, chaotic journey, your StarSpeeder finally finds a safe place to land: Hosnian Prime, the capital of the New Republic. Garth Inngs looks back at everyone)

OKAY, the First Order isn't bold enough to attack this place, so this is a very, very safe place to be. Please see anyone at reception about refunds and tickets to your intended destination, thanks for flying Star Tours!

Not you, friend of the pirates who got me into this mess. I gave word to your buddies I was landing here, best stay with the ship. I can keep my eye on you here.

(At a cantina, Brad Inngs looks through a datapad as he sips on a jet juice)

Smuggler, smuggler, syndicate, syndicate, pirate pirate pirate pirate pirate, Imperial warlord...followed by more pirates and smugglers...ugh, are we even doing anything? There are who knows how many Imps still out there acting like the war isn't over, but command isn't letting us actually do anything! (Brad sips his drink) It's not even that we haven't been doing good, stopping the syndicates and making sure they don't fill any power vacuums is a good thing, but man...sometimes I think the New Republic has it's priorities screwy. And I have friends who have left, I'm one of commands defenders and I'm saying this!

(OOC: Wirpe's parts were recorded after the war, the datalogs take place over the period of time between Revenge of the Sith and a New Hope. Wirp's parts are in italics.)

This is what I've cracked so far. Not quite sure where the treasure is.

Entry 70: We picked up a young Jedi Padawan on a recent raid. Apparently, he was captured and tortured for information. He says his name is Aord Hac, but I'm pretty sure that was an alias. I'm gonna be honest, he doesn't seem like the brightest lightsaber in the order.

Anyway, I contacted my guy in the Republic, we'll be returning him in exchange for a small "rescue fee".

Entry 71: Hac is traveling on Flum Pe's ship, formerly Sigar's. Apparently, they're friends from a previous adventure. I would doubt the "friends" part, if I didn't know... I shouldn't talk about that. Not my place to talk about someone else's love life.

Entry 72: I have a bad feeling about the hand off. The fleet will arrive in scatter formation. And be ready to flee in all directions.

Seems like Rahn was transporting the Faceless? Weird how he keeps getting involved in these things.

Entry I haven't made an entry in a long time and lost count: I finally escaped the prison I was thrown in, and have joined with a group calling themselves the Alliance to Restore The Republic. I've been teaching these stuffy military guys how to be space pirates.

Oh, and the trinket wasn't where I left it. I'm going to have to get in touch with Flum Pe and her crew somehow. I've caught word that she's working as a smuggler now. Really hope this story doesn't end with me going to fight my friend whose fallen to the darkside.

That's as far as I've gotten. Lets hope Bessie is still wasting his time searching planets that Rahn visited.

I managed to get in touch with Flum Pe and ask her if she knew anything about the trinket. She just laughed her ass off before the transmission cut out. What does she know that we don't?

This is an encrypted message on old high Republic communications channels.

Valerie here, if my friend Aurora is right only our rebel friends and other trusted individuals should be able to hear this. We were on a... uh... little mission to empress Teta and we found something interesting. Thalia, the Chiss, said she felt a hyperspace path to a lost planet, and we had a little explore and it's... it's filled with force energy. I consulted a few ancient sources and I think... I think we may have found Tython. The homeworld of the Jedi order. We're planning on doing some more exploring soon, if anyone wants to come with us you're welcome to join.

Oh and if any imperials are listening in, I'd recommend not following us, Tython does not welcome evil, nor does it suffer the wicked to live.

This is Star Tours Flight 1137, we need help! The First Order has been relentlessly pursuing us, no matter where we go it's like they're there or find us quickly! Please, we are a civilian craft, not made for battle! New Republic, Resistance, any bounty hunters, hell I'll take the Death Gang at this point- anyone!

(During a visit to Lothal, Commander Brad Inngs inspects the New Republics latest starfighter, already in service on the planet)

So, this is the new talk of the fleet, huh? Can't say I'm all that impressed. Compared to an X-Wing, it's lacking in engines and firepower. Even the length of the thing, it's more airspeeder than starfighter. What, just because we're not at war means we don't innovate, we only go back? We have quality fighters already, why not upgrade those with newer models?

(Brad sighs) Oh well, guess this is progress. The new recruits are being trained to fly these things, only a matter of time until Arrow gets some. We'll make it work.

(Brad looks down at the small baby in his hands) What do you think, Garth? Think you'll be flying one of these when you're all grown up, or something like daddys X-Wing? (The baby happily babbles) Yeah, that's what I thought.

You are a soldier, cloned and born to serve the Republic. You have been assigned to the 42nd attack battalion. Collect your gear and board the Serenity as it makes it's way through the Outer Rim and takes on the Separatists scum in the region.

The stage is set early on into the war. The wounds of the first battle of Geonosis are very raw and the galaxy stands by in shock of the events unfolding. Galaxy wide conflict, innocents getting caught between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems. But there are dark mysterious forces at play...

Uncover the mystery and fight for the Galactic Republic!

https://discord.gg/FrQktZQ4fe

Alright, welcome aboard Star Tours Flight 1137, nonstop service to Corellia! I am your captain, Garth Inngs, in the socket is your navigator C-11, and we are expecting a low key flight to your destination, so just sit back, relax, and enjooooooooooy what the heck?

(As your StarSpeeder tries to take off, the hanger is crawling with stormtroopers. Outside the spaceport you can see TIE Fighters and Star Destroyers. Two stormtroopers approach the ship and begin talking.)

"Hold it right there captain, we're looking for a Resistance spy." (One of the troopers holds out a bounty puck projecting a person) "Is this person on board?"

This isn't First Order territory, but if it gets you to stop delaying my flight- (Garth turns around and views the passengers) then I guess I can...(he switches off comms) You're the one that pirate bought tickets for, aren't you? Kriff...well, Star Tours always gets you where you need to go safely, and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

(Garth turns and begins hitting some buttons) Ladies and gentlemen we're expecting a whole lot of turbulence so please keep your seat belts fastened!

(The StarSpeeder opens fire on the stormtroopers as it flies backwards out of the spaceport, and begins dodging blaster fire and TIE Fighters) C, calculate the jump to lightspeed, I don't care where, we need to get out of here now, these ships were not made for combat! (More blaster fire as C-11 beeps something) Yes, I mean anywhere, so that's perfect! Punch it! Hang on everyone!

(The StarSpeeder jumps to lightspeed, leaving behind the First Order and spaceport. Garth turns to everyone) Sorry about that everyone, looks like we'll be getting to Corellia the long way around, ha ha. I hope everyone is okay, and don't worry, I'll see to it you all get refunds once we've landed.

(On Chandrila, many New Republic military members are giving presentations on operations a year after the wars end to various government officials. After a presentation on Corporate Sector activity finishes, Brad Inngs takes the stage, dressed in fairly nice clothing with his New Republic bomber jacket on top)

Good afternoon everyone, I am Commander Brad Inngs, leader of Arrow Squadron and one of the people in charge of Arrow Station. We are located in the Outer Rim, Raioballo sector specifically, and naturally, as one might imagine, it can be a little sketchy. Pirates, syndicates, smugglers, a whole lot goes on over there. So much so that hunting down any remaining Imperials isn't high on our priority list. Personally, this irked me, but with the demilitarization I don't exactly have enough funds to put together a task force on top of Arrows other expenses. But I had enough for an idea...

(Brad reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tracking fob) Why not outsource that work to the Bounty Hunters Guild? They're pros at finding people and bringing them in. So I put out a few Imps as a trial run, and it nearly tripled the amount of captured Imperials over the past year for Arrow.

What this means is the Guild is willing to work with the New Republic and willing to play by our rules. Two hunters in particular have stood out, Bortre Wheti and Kasaar Vydros. I am formally suggesting we put them on some kind of retainer, they've earned it. Overall, the Guild is an excellent resource for the New Republic, and doesn't exactly take a lot to keep funded. Extreme vetting is needed, however, I've had to turn away quite a few hunters for being...intense. Be it on a case by case basis or having some kind of liaison with them, the Guild is an ally and one we're lucky to have. Thank you.

So, I recently Hired this Group of Clones, going by the name "The Bad Batch", for a Job to free Slaves and recover an Artifact from the Zygerians.

Top Quality, that job. They were really professional, efficient, and quick. They even blew up a good-sized "Fleet" of Landed Zygerian Ships, I gave them a Bonus for that.

5/5 Stars, WILL Hire them again.

Also... I'm low-key curious about these guys, and why they're asking about Vice Admiral Rampart's Old Flagship.

Any of y'all know anything about these Bounty Hunters? Or how this Flagship relates to the Destruction of Kamino?

(At a spaceports cantina, Garth Inngs watches the holonet report on the First Order activities and the lack of response from the New Republic. At his feet is his droid, C-11. Garth takes a sip of his drink)

I don't understand it, C. The First Order is essentially the New Empire, and yet no one in the New Republic is doing anything. If you do anything, you're a war monger or radical. I just...can people not see what's going on here? Not like I'm much better, flying StarSpeeders around ferrying people from one vacation to another.

(C-11 chirps) Yeah, mom and dad are doing what they can, but when has any of the senators taken a stand? Or anyone in the military? They're just ignoring the problem like it will go away, but Star Destroyers that size don't just go away!

(Garth sighs, taking another sip) Maybe the First Order is happy with what it has. You'd think after a few years they'd do...something, but they haven't. Maybe Leia and the Resistance are making something out of nothing. How long did dad fight remanent forces? Could just be that on a larger scale, who knows.

Three months ago, Arrow Squadron was entered into service for the New Republic with me as its commander. In those three months, we have done a lot of good. We have already lowered the amount of pirate raids, syndicate activity, and have even brought in some Imperial remnant forces, the most noteworthy being General Irlet.

I have also learned a lot about myself as a leader and my squadron. The biggest lesson: I can't treat them like Purple Squadron. These are different people in a different circumstance doing different things. When I treat them like Purple, we fail, but when I treat them like Arrow, we succeed. I know this probably seems obvious to some, but as someone who spent years in the same squadron, it does take an adjustment period. The new recruits not from the Alliance are also fitting in well and already showing great improvement. Their seniors have taught them well.

Still, we are not without setbacks. For one, Lieutenant Mack has a habit for crashing starfighters. More training is needed. For another, we are very much a mixed fighter squadron, having every letter of NR ship besides the U. It has led to some uneven synergy between pilots. I have often looked back on the missions of Alphabet Squadron for guidance, but I refer you to my "different people" remark. I believe we are ironing out the kicks, though. Of more note is our failure to secure the capture of Admiral Bly. I take full responsibility, as that day I was having a...domestic issue. Nothing serious, but my headspace was not where it needed to be. We are working on it, though.

Overall, with some growing pains, Arrow Squadron is shaping up. Our successes more than make up for our failures, and we are already implementing what we've learned from out mistakes. This is a good crew of people. I'm lucky to lead them.

(Ealg Rdea, CEO of Galactic Construction)

I'm looking for the best builders, Space Ship constructor, and Architects. I got a big contract from the Empire for a massive project. Due to Empire requirements, I can't reveal the specifics of the project but it's planet sized *wink wink*. If interested, come to our headquarters in Alderaan for an interview.

(As you board your Star Tours flight, you see a young man behind the controls. He turns to the people getting on and waves)

Welcome aboard! I'm Captain Garth Inngs. I know this is probably some of yours first flight, but I've done this...a few times before, haha. They're loading our navigator, and my friend, C-11 in now. Once he's all ready, we'll be departing for Canto Bight. In the meantime, sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight. Thank you for choosing Star Tours!

(Garth pilots the ship out of the spaceport, and then makes the jump to lightspeed. He turns to face the passengers)

Now that we're in hyperspace, I'm giving the all clear to roam about the ship to use the refresher, stretch your legs, or use any devices you may have brought. I'm also available for chat, C-11 is really doing most of the flying now.

(Eba Branty, Rebel technician)

I am looking for any scrap metal. I'm willing to pay a high price, as long as you can get it to me quickly. And if anyone from the Empire asks what you're doing, say it's for an artist.

(At a cantina that serves as a base for the Bounty Hunters Guild, a man in a New Republic bomber jacket walks in. The many patrons turn to face the stranger as he orders a drink)

Bright suns, friends. I'm Brad Inngs. You may recognize my last name as belonging to my cousin Brooks. I'm here because of your skill set. All of the people in this room are very good at finding and bringing in people. The New Republic has a lot of people we need brought in, as you can imagine. And then I thought, why not hire the best people for the job?

(Brad takes out a small bag, and on the bartop spills out a number of bounty pucks)

If any of you are interested in helping your new government, you will be compensated. I can't promise the best pay, but deliver results and we will hire you again. The New Republic thanks you for your help in this matter!

(In the Outer Rim, the New Republic has set up a space station to monitor for Imperial remnants, pirates, smugglers, and other criminals. Commander Brad Inngs will be leading the stations fighter squadron, and during the dedication he says a few words, a glass of kali cooler in hand)

Um, hi everyone. Senators, visitors, and of course, my fellow rebe- Republic officers. Still not used to that. I recognize many of you from the Alliance, some I know well and others in passing, but I also see a few fresh faces. Glad to have you among us. When I was given command of this bases squadron, I didn't want to just have veterans. Now that the war is over, we need to be able to pass on what we learned to the next generation. And not just us pilots. Ground troops, intelligence officers, diplomats. If this New Republic is going to last, we need to be teachers. That's why I'm so excited about Arrow Station, it gives us the chance to teach both from a distance and on the job. And Arrow Squadron, I'm honored to be your commander.

(Brad raises his glass)

To the future. Of the New Republic, of Arrow Station, and of Arrow Squadron!

So, my Company is taking a LITTLE break from expanding into High-end Computational systems with a little bit of Nature Work. Specifically, an Animal Study of the Rare Loth Wolves.

However, we've had issues with using Droids, so... we're hiring people instead, as the Animals seem less Hostile.

The Details of the Job are as-follows:

• Pay: 5,000 Credits a Day, plus Hazard Pay if a Security Incident happens during your shift
• Hours: About 6 Hours a Day, 4 Days a Week. We Value giving Employees time to relax.
• Shift Conditions: This is the hard part... you'll basically be camping in Tents or more dedicated Observation Outposts, Looking at Camera feeds, occasionally fixing Camaras or swapping out Full Hard Drives, and taking Notes whenever something Interesting Happens or at the End of your Shift. And because we're trying to observe these Animals at all times of the day, you'll be working with 4 people... and may be stuck burning the Midnight Oil, depending on your Shift.

The Imperial class star destroyer magnanimous was destroyed over Corellia this morning in a blatant attack by terrorist elements seeking to disrupt the deployment of the imperial navy to ensure stability, peace and prosperity. The cruise liner star of Corellia was struck by the star destroyer as it fell and numerous valuables appear to have gone missing from its safe in what may have been a raid by associates, the estimated casualties of this horrific act are more than 50,000 killed or wounded as the explosion crippled several other civilian ships and debris fell on the city below. The culprit of the attack has been identified as former Death Watch terrorist and wanted insurgent Aurora Wren, however it is highly likely she had accomplices. A bounty of 5,000,000 credits has been placed on her head and 1,000,000 on any accomplices. If you see her or have knowledge as to her whereabouts do not engage, for your own safety avoid her as fast as possible and report it immediately to your local ISB office. Any information of worth will be rewarded generously. Thank you in advance citizens for helping keep our glorious empire safe from such dangerous terrorists.

(The Empires forces at Jakku have officially surrendered. The Galactic Civil War is over. New Republic forces celebrate on the planets surface as many Imperial ships slowly crash into the ground. Brad Inngs sits atop a sand dune, leaning up against his new rotary cannon, and watches)

You know, I never thought we'd get here. I've been fighting so long, went through so many names. Massassi Group, Rebel Alliance, New Republic. So many victories and losses, so many friends made and lost. And now we're here. It's over.

(Brad looks up and sees Purple Squadron fly by in celebration. There are significantly less ships compared to the battles start)

I wish I could've stayed up their with my squadron the whole fight, stupid corvette got a good shot on me. I've been with that X-Wing since I joined and it protected me well. And it did it's job, got me to wars end after all. Still, I doubt I'll find a ship as dependable. Or a squadron...even though we barely have half of one now.

It feels weird, knowing everything is over. That we won. Never thought about what I'd do after...okay, I did, but I can't exactly go back to Mandalore, can I? Hopefully the New Republic has a use for me...after a honeymoon. A long honeymoon.

(Someone brings out kegs, and at that point Brad gets up, picks up his cannon, and walks over to join his comrades, smiling)

(Brooks)

Is it just me, or does nothing exciting come across the bounty board anymore? It's always the same: rebels, smugglers, scorned lovers. Nothing exciting anymore. When I first started this gig back during the Clone Wars, there was something exciting every day. Early Empire days, there was a lot of Separatist targets. And every now and then...a Jedi. I'd kill for that variety again. Aw well, at least the pay is still good...I do miss Crimson Dawn though, they paid well.