About this game
Chapter 1: F*&! This Noise Life is not easy for the support staff on board the Death Star. Cafeteria workers prepare seventeen separate menus for each meal to accommodate the religious and dietary needs for a small moon's worth of inhabitants. Janitors polish public walkways four times a day to maintain their mirror sheen. Laundry workers ponder exactly how Stormtroopers manage to make molded plas-steel armor so horrendously stinky. And sewage technicians curse the cafeteria workers every Burrito Night. One of these sewage technicians, Imperial Waste and Sanitation Engineer Junior Grade Geronel Y'vanian, has fallen to his death crossing a ten foot wide chasm on a retractable walkway. The walkway, made of brushed steel and only three feet wide with no handrails, is one of dozens that the Greater Imperial Services Union has complained about since the station's launch. Despite losing dozens of workers and the odd Stormtrooper or two on these walkways whenever so much as a breeze blows up one of the thousand-foot deep chasms spanned by these blatant OSHA violations, the dissolution of the Imperial Senate has effectively neutered the GISU. Word around the coffee-mat is that they'll be losing dental coverage next year. Even though their union has lost all collective bargaining power, all is not lost. One small band has decided that this is the last straw - Gerry Y'vanian was a nice guy, the Empire has gone too far. As word filters down that the Death Star is heading towards the depressingly white-collar world of Alderaan, a plucky band of service dregs has decided to defect to the Alliance. With nothing but their wits, hydro-spanners, and some luck, they will reach freedom as well as a tax-deferred retirement plan. But even as they plot their escape, the Deputy Subhead of Maintenance Personnel waits, a stack of Official Imperial Reprimand forms awaiting his signature...
Style of play
Rules-light, roleplay-heavy, humorous, tongue-in-cheek Star Wars fun.