ΜØŦĦ€Ř Đ€ΔŘ is a sims story in which the motherplant isn’t a captive in crater lab, but a crime boss residing in her own fortified lair. To achieve this end, I transplanted the Strangerville mystery ...
One of their the three stolen aqua jets is only a heap of smoldering plastic and metal anymore. Nita, however, has made it through the explosion and is just now coming to back her senses.
Nita looks around… She sees bridges connecting several smaller islands. Huts are scattered throughout the archipelago, their placement following no rhyme or reason.
All over the compound people dressed in colorful, bird-, fruit- and flower patterned shirts go about their carefree business, all in all maybe thirty people. They wave and smile invitingly at the arrivals.
Jericho is a place every pirate ever would have wanted to make merry at. Only problem: the Fangs are space pirates, used to the neon lights and the jingles of a casino.
Nita: “I wanna throw up and it’s NOT the concussion.”
Gavin: “You know what’s REALLY selling this place? The prancing dolphins.”
Shir: “Thanks, Captain. Now I can’t unsee them anymore.”
A man who is the spitting image of Lt. PL-600 greets the newcomers. Having never met the officer, the Fangs cannot make the connection, of course.
Simon: “Hello, I don’t think I’ve officially introduced myself yet? My name is Simon! Are you settling in well?”
Shir: “Yes and no. Look, Simon, we’re grateful for your hospitality, but we came to Batuu to rescue our friend. He’s held captive in the nearby First Order base. To free him, we need weapons… body armor… a new aqua jet… Any idea where we might get all those things?”
Simon: “I’m sorry about your friend. But you should cherish what you still have… your lives and freedom… and forget about the First Order. You won’t ever have to return to that dreadful place!”
Shir: “You say this as if you’d think we’ve been prisoners of the First Order, too. But we weren’t! We…”
Simon: “I know. You are deserters from the military base. Battle slaves, raised with the only purpose to kill on command. What is much, much worse a fate than merely having been prisoners.”
Gavin: “What? Bullshit! We are not deserters! We never even saw the base from inside!”
Markus quickly realizes that whatever the truth about their origin might be, the trio won’t let their hosts talk them out of infiltrating - or outright attacking - the First Order base. One or two ways to pull this off with Jericho’s resources alone come to his mind unbidden, but Markus shoos them away.
Markus: “Hm, I see. Maybe you should see Lucy. She’ll know what is best.”
Gavin: “I thought you were Jericho’s chief?”
Markus: “Only insofar as everyday organization is concerned. Lucy is our spiritual leader. She listens to the Force. If Lucy agrees that Jericho should help you, you return to me and we’ll talk plans. But if she says we better keep out of it…”
…then there’d be cowplant- and coconut milk until the pirates died or decided to leave, Gavin conjectures. Of course the Fangs could always try taking what they need from the hippies, but something tells the Captain that this wouldn’t end well. There is something about those people that suggests they could be more than happy-go-lucky society dropouts, if they decided to.
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