AGP- Knarloc and Servitors

The directions that Bill gave us were great, and we quickly reached the bay’s access corridor. He hadn’t been exaggerating about the small army of servitors though; in fact it was more of a medium army now, and there were a few daemons in there too. They seemed keen on something inside the bay, but weren’t making much headway against the big ass doors. That was a good thing, because we definitely couldn’t handle all those servitors with our current loadout. We needed to make a plan.

We debated the problem for a while. Twitch was in favor of setting a large explosive trap, Doc thought there might be another way into the bay, Sarge explained to Nubby that we couldn’t just tell the old guys that they were dead when we got there, and Cutter was talking to his sword again. Eventually we decided to go with Doc’s suggestion and started scouting the surrounding area.

That’s how we found Hydronics Bay 9D. The bay that the stowaways lived in had some big warnings painted on the door: stuff like “Do Not Enter, Use Console To Request Rations,” “Hazardous Materials,” and “Incredibly Dangerous, Never Open.” 9D’s door just had three meter high letters that said “BEWARE OF KNARLOC.”

Of course we didn’t believe that for a second. There was absolutely no reason for there to be a Knarloc on an Imperial vessel. It was obviously just a ruse to keep people out. This meant it was probably another entrance to the stowaways bay; with any luck we could cut through there and get everyone out without the servitors noticing.

About thirty seconds after we jimmied open the big cargo doors we slammed them shut again, because HOLY SHIT THAT KNARLOC LOOKED PISSED.

We decided to take a little breather after that scare and reconsidered our options. The bad news was that we definitely weren’t sneaking through that hydroponics bay, but on the other hand we had an amazing distraction available to us. All we had to do was get it out of the bay and down one level then it would keep the servitors busy while we snuck in. A little tinkering with the door controls and the nearby lift, a few dead servitors, and we were ready to rock.

It worked like a charm: the Knarloc barreled out of the bay the second the doors were open and ran right to the pile of servitor corpses sitting on the elevator. We activated the lift and watched with delight as the entire army of servitors turned to face the new threat. As much as we wanted to stay around and watch the fight, we had stuff to do; the second the last servitors left the room we dashed over to the bay’s comm panel and nicely asked them to open up.