Star Wars: RPG -- Call for Players

From: davin@spaceavian.com (Davin C. Flateau)

Date: Sat, 20 Aug 1994 17:46:59 +0000

A long time ago...

In a galaxy far, far away....

_.--------------------[ The Role Playing Game ]--------------------._
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|  |          /  _____|____    ____| /   \    |   ____  \            | |
|  |         (  (___       |  |     /     \   |  |____)  )           | |
|  |          \____  \     |  |    /   ^   \  |   __    /            | |
|  |_______________)  )    |  |   /  /~~~\  \ |  |   \  \ ___________| |
|   _________________/     |__|__/__/   __\__\|__|    \______________  |
|   __________  \          /  /   \    |   ____  \   /  _____________  |
|  |          \  \   __   /  /     \   |  |____)  ) (  (___          | |
|  |           \  \ /  \ /  /   ^   \  |   __    /   \____  \        | |
|  |            \  ` /\ '  /  /~~~\  \ |  |   \  \ _______)  )       | |
|  |             \__/  \__/__/     \__\|__|    \____________/        | |
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  `---------------------[ The Galaxy Awaits You! ]--------------------'

You didn't expect a call on your radio this soon after coming out
of hyperspace.  You were too busy silencing the klaxons, alarms, and
flashing lights usually associated with a ship being yanked out of
interstellar travel like a fly hitting a pane of glass.  The voice comes
as your hands dance over the controls of your ship, trying to assess the
damage.

"Attention Rebel vessel.  This is the Imperial Cruiser
_Thornbeast_.  Stand down, and prepare to be towed into our hanger bay.
Any resistance will be met with your destruction."

And suddenly, you look up from the controls and peer out the
cockpit window of your YT-1300 freighter.  A giant wedge-shaped Imperial
Interdictor Cruiser looms ahead of you.  The gravity field projected by
the domes on the cruiser pulled you out of hyperspace just as they were
designed, all right...and it was no coincidence.  Someone must have leaked
the information that you were carrying those 20,000 kilos of Aranthid Ore
to a New Republic contact.  If you ever catch the scum that squealed to
the Empire about this deal....

You jam the com button on the console, and yell "Destruction my
ass!"  Slamming the acceleration lever, flipping three switches, and
punching a course, you force the _Cobalt Sun_ into an evasive maneuver,
which sends you twisting downward below the plane of the Cruiser.
Turbolaser batteries on the Cruiser open up and slam into the _Sun_ with
brilliant yellow and green flashes.  Unless you get out of the gravity
well of the Cruiser, you can't make the jump into hyperspace.  And if you
can't get into hyperspace, then....well, let's say you'd have a better
chance line dancing with a Rancor.  You've made it out of tougher
situations than this - like that time on Relis when you had to blast your
way out of a ---.  WHAM!  WHAM!

Bright blue sparks explode out of the flight console, and fire
erupts behind you.  The ship must've taken more damage coming out of
hyperspace than you thought.  "Damn."  Grabbing a nearby fire suppression
unit, you furiously work on the fire in the hold, while attempting to put
the _Cobalt Sun_ into an autopilot course, and get away somehow.  Pausing
briefly to look out the cockpit again, you wonder if the sight of that
Cruiser bearing down on you will be the last thing you remember before
either being blown to bits or put in an Imperial Interrogation Cell.

But the depair on your face slowly turns into a smile as your eyes
catch something in the darkness of space.  No, I'm not doomed yet, you
think.  The Spirit of the Galaxy is still with me.

The accelerated shapes of pseudomotion catch your eye over to
starboard to reveal a New Republic Mon Calamari Star Cruiser and an
Assault Frigate fresh out of hyperspace, and racing toward the Imperial
Cruiser.  Squadrons of X-Wings can be seen being dumped out of the massive
combat vessels even from this distance.  It was a trap all along.  A New
Republic ambush in wait for the Empire...  And you were the bait!

"If I ever catch the guy who put my butt on the line for this, I'm
gonna to feed him to a Hutt.", you mutter as you start repairing the
damage to the _Cobalt Sun_, and prepare to rejoin the fight.  Of course,
you'll demand a significantly higher price for the smuggled Aranthid Ore
than you agreed with the New Republic Intelligence Agent.  A smuggler you
are, a New Republic martyr you are not.

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Announcing a call for players and GameMasters in a new
Play-By-EMail campaign of Star Wars: The Role Playing Game!  The game will
be played with the second edition rules and supplements from the RPG
published by West End Games.

Player Applications are now being distributed over the net.  Mail
davin@spaceavian.com.  You'll get the application in your mailbox.  Fill
out the application, and mail it back.  Players experienced in RPGing are
preferred, and those who have played SW: RPG are even more welcome.
However, previous experience with the game is not a prerequisite.

Ever GameMaster Star Wars: The Role Playing Game, and want to
start a game?  Please, contact us!  The response has been overwhelming,
and we'll need as many GameMasters as possible to keep up with the number
of players who are expressing interest.