Circuit Psychology

ABrave the plasma-choked skies and land at the canyon. Better to risk our team's lives than the client's.

The intel transfer went off without a hitch, much to our nervous client's relief. However, on the way out, our ship punched through a pocket of boiling plasma supercells. Arcs lashed across the hull, shearing through our energy shields and frying our systems. Our team barely limped back into port, with a little worse for wear.

The intel transfer went off without a hitch, much to our nervous client's relief. However, on the way out, our ship punched through a pocket of boiling plasma supercells. Arcs lashed across the hull, shearing through our energy shields and frying our systems. Our team barely limped back into port, with sputtering and sparking, suffering some unexpected side effects.

BLand in the wilderness and trek to the canyon. Slow but safer.

The intel transfer went off without a hitch, much to our nervous client's relief. However, on the trek back to our shuttle, a group of Keeradaks took interest. They snatched the astromech up in their talons and played with him mercilessly before losing interest, allowing the poor droid to sneak away.

The intel transfer went off without a hitch, much to our nervous client's relief. However, our respirators proved no match for Skako Minor's harsh environment. got a good lungful of corrosive particles on the long trek back to our ship.

CLand at the closest spaceport and have the client meet the team there. If the client doesn't like it, he can find another team.

The intel transfer went off without a hitch, but our client threw a fit over our transgression. They likely won't be contacting us again.