Tatooine Sucks

Shock of shocks, this shorthanded two-bit outfit doesn't have another crew to run down the lead. So, we were asked to track down this commander and let them make a pitch at him. I am assuming that is their intent, and as the Imps seem keen on whacking him. I can say that because while we were trailing him, we kept running into their goons. This whole thing has to be ISB, simply because they were smart enough to use bounty hunters instead of Storm Troopers. We ran down several leads in Mos Eisley and finally got a lead on a location the Commander might have frequented. We had to deal with some logistics first. Ghoul, our former clone trooper, ran a scam on the local garrison and acquired us a speeder truck. In the meantime, I had to assist our medic, or is he the muscle, with Wookie trouble. He got wind of a Wookie slave being brought into the Imp spaceport. I worked a con where we were able to buy his tribemate and smuggle her off to the rebel base.
 
Our luck seems to be shit on this trip. We got ambushed at the lead site someone had already smoked our leads. If it hadn't nearly killed us, I would complement them on the job. They rigged a moisture processing facility to drown us! In the middle of Tatooine I nearly drowned. Damned poetic, fine my hats off to them for that one. Luckily Fillion was able to reverse it and get us out of there. But Ghoul, who was guarding the exit nearly got smoked by a pair of Bounty Hunter sharpshooters with disruptor rifles.
 
After that we had to reset, we followed some more leads and managed to get help in finding the commander. But when we showed up for the meet we were ambushed again. I am starting to think the Rebels have a leak, I'll be conducting my own internal investigation, kicking a few rocks and such, see who scurries out. Right, so as we were sitting down with our contact a group of bounty hunters rolled in. Just walked right past our security and started shooting in the middle of the cantina. Some little prick named Puggles shouting about it just being business before I get my arm nearly disintegrated by a disruptor and my pretty face blown off by a grenade. No Puggles, this is personal, I'll be seeing you soon.
 
Our medic carries a flamethrower, and that was the only thing that saved us. He torched the entire bar, killing and scattering the hit crew they'd sent to finish us off. I nearly lost an arm, but I wasn't the worst of us. Poor Ghoul got BBQed, he was shouting orders and told the furball to fry em all. He knew what was up and he died like a champion. I may have to shoot Puggles a few extra times for you Ghoul.