Star Wars_ Edge of the Empire Rule Book

LANDING ON FORMOS

The Formos Spaceport is considered a Limited Ser-
vices Port; it consists of a large area of duracrete upon
which all but the heaviest of freighters can effect a safe
landing. There is a small control tower and a number
of sheds for docking, storage, and maintenance. The
spaceport charges relatively small fees for landing and
storing small or medium sized spacecraft, though a
smuggler could probably arrange a further discount if
he was able to make appropriate Charm checks.

Once the PCs have disembarked from whatever vessel

brought them to the planet, read the following to them:

As soon as you set foot on the planet, you are

instantly struck by the stale and parched atmo-

sphere of Formos. The air is breathable, but desic-

cated despite the cool climate. Most species begin

to feel thirsty shortly after landing on the planet

and those used to life on humid worlds soon feel

dehydrated and uncomfortable. You notice that

species with an aquatic heritage, such as Aqual-

ish, Mon Calamari, and Herglic, are notably ab-

sent from those who make a home here.

Thankfully, water sellers are a common sight pa-

trolling the streets and docks, though the prices

they advertise would be considered extortionate

on most habitable worlds.

SOME OPTIONAL ENCOUNTERS

In order to add some variety into the game, the following

five short encounters can be added while the PCs wan-

der the streets of the spaceport. They have no relevance

to the main plot or each other, so they are merely provid-

ed for the GM to employ as he chooses and to help the

players appreciate that not everything that happens in

the universe is directly tied to the events affecting them.

These encounters do not need to take place at the begin-

ning of the adventure or in any particular order. However,

it is recommended that the GM get them out of the way

sooner rather than later so that they don't provide too

much distraction from the action of the main plot.

SMUGGLING OPERATION

As the PCs make their way down one of the alleyways of

the Formos Spaceport, have them all make an Easy (^)

Perception check Those who pass the check notice

that the earth to one side of a large warehouse bulges

and shifts oddly. A second later a hole appears in the

ground as a hidden trapdoor is opened, and a man's

head appears and looks around. He checks that there

are no Imperial Army Troopers in the vicinity before ex-

iting the cellar along with two companions. They carry

three large crates over to a speeder parked nearby. The

driver of the speeder hands them some credit chips

before flying off with the contraband toward the docks.

The smugglers don't much mind the PCs unless they

are interrupted in their dealings, in which case they ask

the PCs to mind their own business. If they are asked

about smuggling or Bandin Dobah they claim ignorance,

though they suggest that the PCs might be able to find

out more by talking to the patrons of Rii Jenks' Cantina.

TRITONITE MISSIONARY

A lone member of the insectile Tritonite species has made

his way to Formos to preach. Unfortunately for him,

the locals have made it very clear that his message of

peace and abstinence is not welcome and, as a result,

he spends his days in quiet contemplation. That is unless

he spots a strange face, such as that of a PC. On seeing

a stranger, the Tritonite gibbers away in a series of clicks

and whirrs incomprehensible to all but the best protocol

droids. If he can be translated, the Tritonite insists that he

has been inspired by the example of Holy Gac-

timus to turn his back on all forms of

vice and distraction, eschewing

stimulants and entertainment,

and has thus found an inner

serenity more mind-blowing

than any narcotic high. He

offers the PCs a flexiplast

tract that further extols on

the benefits of following the

example set by the obscure

religious figure.

THE CHEAPEST WATER

SELLER ON FORMOS

A heavily burdened and

aging human woman

stands by one of the busi-

er thoroughfares near the

docks. She carries a plas-

tic water jug on her back

and also hefts a large tray

bearing a number of

jars of water. She has

erected a small sign

nearby that reads

"Mama Nobah—

Cheapest Water on

Formos," and indeed

her prices are far more

reasonable than any

other water sellers the

PCs see in the vicin-

ity. Mama Nobah is a

charming old lady, with

a keen and friendly

interest in the PCs.

She gossips with them

about their adventures

TROUBLE BREWING

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