The Shortest, Longest Game

Harrumph!  On the 3rd we played to exhaustion, with the Hutts (me) being drubbed solidly by Darth Kent and Rebel Leader LaBan.  It was the top of the 7th turn, so we photo-documented the gameboard and resolved to resume this week. 

And indeed, after an orgy of sushi we painstakingly set up the board, the card decks, the fleets, the legions, and started up again.  Rebel Ric immediately reinforced his troops in the El'Rood Sector with both his normal tranche plus 7 more from a faction card straight. 

First, he assaulted Hoth, which fell after a brief battle.  Then he attacked the star base at Bespin, which quickly surrendered.  As it turned out, this was the Emperor's secret location.  Game ova!

We finished off the evening learning the rules to Primordial Soup, a potential alternative game. 

An Open Letter from Kent the Hutt

After nearly three weeks without a galactic deathmatch due to infections picked up in a Sarlacc pit, we are set to resume tomorrow.  Meanwhile, we are pleased to bring you this e-mail rant from Kent the Hutt.

To the mettlesome conspirators; The impudent Darth Trilby and traitorous Peetza the Hutt,

You fools!  You insufferable, treacherous wipers of Yak bottoms and shovelers of cockroach frass!

Has not the Six Sectors profited and stabilized under the Mighty and Powerful Tutt the Hutt's kind rule for these three millennium?  Has he not brought stability to galactic markets?  Peace and prosperity reigns!

King Tutt the Hutt smells a rebellion.  Ingrates!  How you will suffer!

Just for the hint of an uprising, King Tutt the Hutt, now decrees a 5% rebellion tax on Romulan Ale, all Scotch, chocolate and Za from Old Earth.  He suspends both your delegations from the Supreme Council.  Should you persist, your consulates will be smashed into rubble and rebuilt as casinos.

He shall crush your infantile rebellion with his cousins, the giant Sandworms of Tatooine, juggernauts from the mills of Bpfassh, spice Balrogs from the deep mines of Kessel and the four armed Yeti of Hoth.  Beware you measly insects, beware,  He will draw and quarter you with feral Tontons, grind you up and feed you to his octopods for amusement. 

So it is written, so it becomes Galactic Law, so shall it come to pass.

Hutthoowah!

Hoongwah the Hutt, Grand Vizier to the Munificent and Benevolent King Tutt the Hutt