Imbroglio

The ship’s measurements are: Length 58 m, Width 35 m, and Height 20 m. With the Firefly-class transports being a civilian craft, they were constructed without shields or armament, but Pollok Jeph did install the shield array from a Baudo-class light freighter onto the Imbroglio, it being both a savior and a headache at times. Not being designed for the ship it was being used on, the shields often stopped working, more often than not, at the most inopportune times. It boasts a 0.4 class hyperdrive (which also decides when and where it will work) and it’s atmospheric top speed is 1000 km/h.

Due to the nature of the vessel, a pair of freight loading arms reside tucked to the side of the cargo bay. They are but mobile, hydraulic devices used to hoist a payload from on and off the ship. In addition, a high powered winch rests in the ceiling of the cargo hold that aids in lifting items. On occasion, something must be lifted into the ship whilst in flight, and this winch is ideal for such. By utilizing a bottom hatch to the ship, located just beneath the floor of the cargo hold, the winch can pull items through the hatch and into Imbroglio's hold.

Imbroglio keeps a number of duplicate transponders on board. Rigged to propulsion barrels, as many as five can be released in order to confuse any authorities tracking them via transponder codes. The individual decoys are programmed with coordinates long before ever being used and cannot be remotely controlled once launched. Also in Imbroglio's arsenal of confusion are several similar barrels which can be deployed nearby to where a heist may be occurring. Instead of transponders however, these barrels are characterized by distress beacons that can be remotely triggered if the situation gets hairy. Called 'wailers' by Imbroglio's crew, the tactic banks on the hope that the distress signal will distract the authorities long enough for them to make a hasty exit.

An unofficial member of the crew is a hand-built, relic, protocol droid by the name of Obsol. He is programmed with but fifty of the most common languages (including favored trade languages) and moves via a slow rotating series of three rubber, triangular treads. No accommodation is made for vertical ascents or descents, so if he is needed on one level of the Imbroglio which he is not on, he has to be manually lugged up or down the ship’s stairwells. Obsol has masculine programming.

Agatha Jeph Captain	Bones Darly Pilot	Tiala Swan Engineer	Medic
Kael Tavadon Gunhand	Gunhand	Gunhand	Yuki Onasi Cook

Working for a year as a Socorran fire brigade's mechanic, he worked during all free time fixing and repairing the ship, all whilst forfeiting housing and living on his dream ship during the process. Naming it the Imbroglio as an homage to its confusing and piecemeal construction, Jeph finally got his pride spaceworthy. Several months passed as he worked out the numerous ‘kinks’ with help from friends. A few more months passed as he became a fixture in the Black Dust Tavern, he speaking much with others regarding his now deceased father and recruiting whom he could to help man the Imbroglio for their first job. He didn’t have a job lined up in actuality and worse, word of mouth about his ‘green’ experience left many of the stronger incumbents passing on the offer. But he did finally gather a crew of five together in the end, a band of aged fellows, all jaded by life and with little more to lose.

And thus, the new life of Pollok Jeph began, flubbing early jobs only to grow more and more adept from learned lessons. His ship was a revolving door of personnel during the early, struggling years, one of such was a woman hired as a medic, by the name of Sumir Tallat. Over months, the pair succumbed to their attraction for one another and the seed of Agatha Jeph was planted. About to give birth any day, the crew of the Imbroglio found themselves in route to port but still in deep space. As it happened, Agatha did not wish to wait and the crew all aided in the birth with the screaming help of Sumir guiding them as best possible.

A week was spent planetside as the crew enjoyed some shore leave and the parents adjusted to the prospect of a child. Returning to work with baby Jeph, following a short marriage ceremony on the planet, the Imbroglio again began fulfilling transport jobs. Sumir grew more and more distant from the crew, Pollok included, following the birth of Agatha, all aboard simply accepting her reclusion as wanting to spend time with the newborn. One day however, during a job, a crew member was shot and delivered to the Imbroglio after all narrowly escaped. Calling Sumir to help, Pollok then learned that all the medicine they had acquired was now missing from the small infirmary. His mechanic died that day and it was in no small part to his depressed wife having been taking the meds in secret. His wife fully addicted at this point, Jeph took the child from her and locked her in a bunk cell until they could get to a detox unit planetside.

Agatha cried for days following her mother’s death, the baby seeming to realize the passing and absence. Seemed Tallat had a stash of the meds on her person when locked inside the unit, Pollok then finding her dead from an overdose upon arriving in port. And there it was on Mon Gazza that Sumir was laid to rest, Pollok re-evaluating his life for some weeks before, and with some spurs from the crew, re-engaging the smuggler’s life.

From then Agatha was her father’s girl, she growing to learn of his life and being mentored by the party of gruff men that surrounded him. More than once she endangered a mission via unfortunate timing and more than once a trip was suspended whilst the crew searched for the child in one of the many hidden nooks of the Imbroglio. Upon arriving at an age of better capability and understanding, she helped where possible, cooking, cleaning and the like, never taking part in the jobs which Pollok adamantly deemed were too dangerous. And so she lived, learning from stories about the table but never from direct experience… at least until her latter teens when her rebellious tendencies emerged.

Tired of being sheltered by her father, she broke into a crewman’s quarters and acquired a gun before sneaking off to where she had heard the deal was to go down. And wasn’t it fortunate, she arriving in the shadows to see the entirety of the Imbroglio’s party laying their weapons on the ground with several weapons trained on them. Unsure how best to proceed, the novice girl watched as her father was slapped repeatedly across the face. That was enough to make up her mind. Pinching off a shot, the slug blasted toward the target before missing altogether. But it was enough of a distraction in the end, the captors being able to reach their guns on floor whilst Agatha found fire directed at her. Following a brief firefight, the day was finally won, but at the expense of young Jeph’s ears. Verbally lambasted by her father for getting involved, she then had had enough. Returning the shouts, she in no unclear terms detailed how it was she that had provided the opportunity for their escape, probably saving their lives.

As time passed, several of the older members died via varied means, Agatha being hurt by the loss of each - those who had helped rear her aboard the persevering ship, the Imbroglio. New faces diluted the character of the ship, she not particularly caring for many of the recruits, and with she gaining rank with the others’ loss, Agatha began to have a say in affairs. Pollok relented authority on occasion as his own health began to deteriorate, even on some occasions he having to remain behind whilst his daughter handled business.

Gaining clout now in Pollok’s waning years, he and his daughter forged into success formerly unknown. Acquiring a few contracts with Black Sun among other top names, they also joined the Socorran smuggling fraternity ‘Black Bha'lir’ wherein both Jeph’s acquired the rank of ‘Pilot.’ The jobs seemed to grow in danger with the climb toward more high profile organizations, though the pay did as well. Most of the father and daughter’s payouts went back into the Imbroglio, helping pay off the ship and making numerous and needed upgrades.

It was a stormy day on Nar Shaddaa some months ago when the aspiring smugglers would find their worlds shattered. With the rise of the Empire squashing mush of their business, not to mention the reorganization of Black Sun, especially in the Outer Rim, the Imbroglio’s crew was forced to again begin taking smaller jobs from less reputable warlords and criminals. At such a meeting to discuss terms of a transport, the crew arrived armed to the teeth thinking that the meeting may go south before it would bear fruit. And they were right. Pollok was in ill health, a nasty lung ailment claiming much of his energy, but he was the only one known to the contact and came solely as a reference. He and most inside the smoky room would never again leave of their own accord. It seemed Black Sun, still being reformed from the bottom up, had at least the resources and records to place a mark on the ‘Brogies,’ as the Imbroglio’s crew had come to be known. The sin was dumping cargo in Hutt space, but truthfully, the Jeph’s had delivered the technological cargo to a Defel agent, for a higher price.

But that was bygones wasn’t it? Nearly three years had passed since that less than stellar moment but there was no statute of limitations in Black Sun’s bible. A group of merc’s having caught the mark on the Holonet ambushed the Imbroglio’s crew from the shadows, both parties in the original transaction finding themselves bleeding and dying on the floor. Agatha never got the chance to reconcile with her belligerent father, for he had a hole through his head, she lying on the brink of death in a pool of blood. Several minute’s passed as the hired hands took images of the carnage to prove it to Black Sun, but the ruckus had alerted the dead deal maker’s back-up outside of the facility. They arrived to find the scene in shambles, the murders gone. Gathering their own dead, the ‘Brogies’ bodies were abandoned in the dusty chamber for time to wither.

A guardian angel would see that that did not happen however. Having been a fair distance off, squatting in an adjacent, abandoned building a nomad Ryn watched the entire affair through curious eyes. Once the scene had cleared to his liking, he set off and over to the impromptu cemetery to collect what he could from the dead. Upon arriving however, he found one alive, a woman amongst the bodies. His conscience directing the journeyman, he applied an herbal stimulant into Agatha before carefully delivering her outside. Hailing a ride, the musty Ryn deposited her into the local excuse for a hospital before vanishing in true Samaritan fashion.

Jeph underwent immediate surgery to repair her chest wounds but complications arose when her heart stopped on the operating table. It having been punctured anyway, the physician’s implanted an artificial heart into the Socorran before submitting her to the intensive care ward. Nearly two weeks passed before she was allowed leave, and leave she did. Just past the brink of death, she vowed never to submit herself to such a lifestyle again. From there, the Imbroglio was placed in storage on Nar Shaddaa, she traveling back to Socorro and holding a ceremony over her father’s bodiless grave.

Unbeknownst to her, Agatha hit the same crossroads in life that her father had suffered those many years ago. What to do now? Deciding to go to school in an effort to invest in herself, she enrolled in a school on Coruscant. Using the credits at her disposal, she shared a small dorm with another woman in the district whilst working in a restaurant. Psychology had always interested Agatha, at least her impression of it. Therefore she concentrated her studies toward that degree. After the first quarter, she found herself rather disenchanted by the curriculum, it doing nothing to describe those conditions which she had come to observe firsthand in the rough and tumble Outer Rim. She persevered into the second quarter before her grades began to decline. Finding more and more of her time spent in bars, she began to recall her days aboard the Imbroglio with fondness. The notion of returning grew and grew in head as she became a fixture in the cantinas about campus, telling thrilling tales that enraptured the patrons and lit a new fire within her.

Completely failing her second quarter with dismal grades, she was placed on academic probation but Agatha cared not for that any longer. She had a real life to live. Quitting school, she worked overtime for nine weeks with but one goal in mind, the Imbroglio would fly again, if not for her, for Dad. Returning to Nar Shaddaa, the Imbroglio was retrieved from storage and her life began anew.

And so the Imbroglio got a fresh dusting and sweep before Agatha set out to find a new crew on Nar Shaddaa.

Front	Back	Top	Bottom
Side	Thrusters Vertical	Interior A	Interior B
Bridge	Main Cargo Hold	Infirmary	Kitchen

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The Imbroglio's name is derived from a fabled, Corellian legend. The word's definition is lost to many these days, but it is an Old Corellian word meaning "a confused heap, or tangle."

Legend has it that a brother and sister were spawned from a warlord and a spirit. The result was two children who held no equal in battle proficiency. Despite their superior skills, very little was ever achieved because the siblings fought and bickered constantly. Never agreeing to anything, the pair often fought each other as opposed to the obvious enemy. The brother was named Imbro, the sister, Glio.

As time passed, they went their own way and soon began warring amongst each other for land and over principles. However, when their lands became threatened from outside sources, Imbro and Glio would emerge from their separation to easily ward off the foreign tyrants, they excusing their tangled discontent with one another just long enough to be sure their land was safe. Once the threat was eradicated, the siblings went back to warring amongst themselves again and it wasn't until they died, that each's offspring struck a truce with the other.

All the same, the names 'Imbro' and 'Glio' came to represent 'a difficult situation,' 'a complicated misunderstanding' or 'confused heap' across Corellia in the old days. Over the centuries, the two names were joined into one word and, besides the above, little more is known of it's etymology, since Old Corellian has long been a dead language.

See also these relevant articles regarding the Imbroglio and it's Crew.

• Brogie
  
• Imbroglio Associates

• Obsol, the Imbroglio's protocol droid, is named simply as an abbreviation of the word - 'obsolete', which most agree he is.