Star Wars Galaxies: Star Wars: A New Hope SWG Style!

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The rebel trooper kneels along the corridor of the Corellian Corvette. He knows
that any moment now Imperial troops will bust open the door. "First I'll hit em
with a Health Shot," he says to himself, "and then I'll just spam em with Body Shot
3." He waits, and then hears the dreaded sound of the hatch blowing in. He opens
fire, but with every pull of the trigger he feels weaker and weaker. Eventually he
is so weak from spamming attacks that a stormtrooper blasts him with one shot, and
he falls over. "Damn," he says as he falls over incapacitated, "I shoulda buffed
first."

Princess Leia doesn't have much time. The Imperial troops will be here any moment,
and she doesn't have a chance against them. No armor, no buffs, and only a CDEF
pistol to attack with. It leaves her little options. "Ah, an R2 unit," she says,
"lucky for me I haven't surrendered all my Smuggler slicing skills yet on my path to
be a Master Politician." She stops the little droid, and after some cussing about
the radial menu not working, accesses the droid's datapad. "Take this message to
Obi-Wan on Tatooine. I'll give you the waypoint." Satisfied
that the droid will do its work, she heads off to try to distract the Imperials
enough for R2 to get away.

TK-437 is leading his troops through the corridors of the captured Rebel ship
looking for prisoners. "This will be easy," he thinks to himself. "There's one,"
says his buddy RK-921, "set weapons for stun." A Rebel dressed in white robes ducks
behind some equipment at first, but then jumps back and fires off a shot knocking
RK-921 over. "Haha," says TK-437, "she owned you with a Low Blow." TK-437 raises
his Enhanced E-11 carbine, and fires off a single Leg Shot. "That's okay. I got her.
Easy faction. She wasn't even buffed. Stupid Rebels."

"Where are you going," asks C-3PO with an annoyed voice. "Waypoint? What waypoint?
What are you talking about?" R2-D2 chirps a response, but C-3PO ignores it. "I
don't have any Scout skills, and there are too many hills that direction. Let's go
this way. It's much faster." He looks increasingly annoyed as his little blue
friend chirps. "Look, I don't care if some Master Droid Engineer made you with good
HAM and medium armor. You know as well as I do that some newbie kid in the back of
a junk shop built me. You were there for crying out loud! I wouldn't last a day
out that way. So go ahead, and go that way. See if I care."

"Luke," yells Aunt Beru, "make sure that your uncle gets a droid with a maintenance
module." Luke mumbles under his breath. "This crap is cutting into my grinding time.
I want to get Master Artisan soon," he says to himself. He makes a quick reply and
then runs to catch up with his uncle. "Luke, take these droids and get them cleaned
up," says Uncle Owen. "But I was going to go to check the Bazaar to get some
grinding resources." Owen chastises Luke and the young Artisan starts the long walk
back to his Small Tatooine house. "I hate Droid Engineer. Stupid grinding," he says
as he kicks over a pile of MSE droids he made while grinding earlier. "Come on,
Red, let's go." The little red droid starts, then stops, then starts, and then
stops again. "Uncle Owen, this red droid is bugged. What about the blue one
instead?"

Luke goes prone near the edge of the cliff wishing he could find some working
electrobinoculars. He's looked on the Bazaar almost every day, but all he can find
are Broken Binoculars, and Broken Datapads. "Doesn't anything work in this galaxy?"
He peers up over the edge and sees a Bantha. "Yep, they're sand people for sure. I
see one next to that bantha." Luke visions blurs, and suddenly he is incapacitated.
He was no match for the Tusken Executioner that popped up out from nowhere.
Luckily, the Tusken became preoccupied with Luke's speeder or he might have ended up
a clone.

Luke slows the speeder to a stop outside the Mos Eisley cantina. Not far behind him
is Ben Kenobi on his own speeder. "Sorry we couldn't ride together, Ben. I've got
an extra seat, but for some strange reason I can't use it." Ben looks at Luke and
replies, "it's okay. I had this swoop in my datapad. Let's go inside." Luke stores
his droids marveling at the way the droids fold nice and neatly, turn into data
packets, and get stored in his tiny datapad. He follows Ben inside the cantina.
"What's all the little blue I things floating above their heads," he asks Ben. "Just
ignore them," replies Ben. "It just means they have some stupid errand they want
you to do." The pair walk over to a human and a wookie sitting at a table near the
corner.

"What do you mean you can't take us," says the newbie farm boy. "Look, kid," says
Han Solo, "it ain't that I don't want to it's just that I don't have a ship. I will
in a few months though." Chewbacca growls in agreement. "What did he say," says
the farm boy. "Wow, kid, you must be new if you don't understand wookie speech.
Here let me teach you. There, is that better?" The farm boy nods. "Now, Chewie
and I can group with you and help you to where you want to go, but it'll cost you
10k." The farm boy gets upset for some reason. "10k? That's crazy. Do you know how
many missions I'll have to do here to get 10k? I could go to Lok maybe, but it
would take me all day to get 10k here." Han sits back in his chair. "No problem,
kid. Chewie and I can wait here. I'll be spamming spice sales, and Chewie will
probably be working on his Dancer skills. Send me an email when you get ready to
go."

And... the story ends here for now because there's no ship to take our happy little
group into space.

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