Echoes of the Eye

The cantina throbbed with murmured conversation and the soft clink of glasses. A jizz band meandered through an off-key set in the background, more distraction than entertainment. In a booth swallowed by shadows - lit only by the twitchy flicker of a dying wall sconce - General Hera Syndulla sat nursing a drink she hadn’t touched.

Across from her, the captain of the Wayfinder watched her in silence, arms folded, eyes unreadable.

“You’ve built a reputation,” Hera said at last, voice low. “Fast ship. Tight crew. Enough dirt under your boots to be interesting.”

Cap’in leaned back with a crooked half-smile. “Interesting’s one word. We prefer ‘invisible.’ Go on.”

Hera's eyes narrowed. “Out beyond the Drift. Rogel-X. Red supergiant. Unstable. Days from going nova. But before it does… there’s something near it. Something buried.”

Cap’in’s gaze sharpened. “Where?”

“Asteroid J-267. Cut from the rock during the High Republic. Old Jedi site. Lost to time.” Hera lowered her voice further. “They say the Eye of Kyber is hidden there.”

Cap’in raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a bedtime story.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s a relic steeped in the Force. No one knows what it does - weapon, beacon, curse. But the Empire sealed the system off decades ago. Now the Remnant’s back. Scanners, dig teams… They think it’s real. And they want it.”

Cap’in leaned forward, voice like flint. “And you want me to beat them to it.”

“You’re off the books. If you’re caught, you’re just another scav looking to die rich.”

Cap’in’s eyes didn’t move. “What’s the payout?”

Hera finally sipped her drink. “Ten thousand now. Twenty if you bring it back. Full salvage rights on anything the Imps didn’t strip.”

Cap’in gave a low whistle. “That’ll keep us flying a while.”

“There’s one catch,” Hera added. “You’ll be carrying a passenger. No name. No questions. Their destination is the sanctuary. That’s non-negotiable.”

Cap’in’s smirk faded. “I don’t fly blind.”

“You’re not,” Hera said flatly. “You’re flying first. Because if the Empire gets that relic… this civil war changes. Forever.”

Silence coiled between them.

Finally, Cap’in gave a slow nod. “We’ll do it. But if your mystery guest starts glowing or moving rocks, I’m doubling the price.”

A faint smile ghosted across Hera’s lips. “Noted. You leave at first light. Get your crew ready. That star won’t wait.”

Cap’in stood and downed her drink in one pull, glass clinking on the table. “I don’t trust the Force, General. But I trust my crew. We’ll get it done. The Wayfinder doesn’t blink at a supernova.”

Hera watched her go, eyes hard. “Just make sure you come back before it explodes.”

Dawn broke cold and quiet. The Wayfinder sat prepped and humming on the edge of the landing pad, its crew gathered near the ramp, eyes scanning the horizon.

A lone figure emerged from the morning mist - cloaked, silent, and deliberate. Her steps were measured, her presence undeniable. She stopped a few meters from the crew and slowly lowered her hood.

Twin montrals. Lekku. The unmistakable silhouette of Ahsoka Tano.

Cap’in leaned toward Brains, voice barely a whisper. “That’s… not who I was expecting.”

Spike gave a crooked grin. “Well, she ain’t spice cargo.”

Ahsoka’s gaze swept over the crew - not judging, but weighing. Measuring.

“I know I’m not what you were told to expect,” she said, voice calm but edged with urgency. “But I’ve faced worse with less. And we don’t have time for formal introductions.”

She stepped forward, her tone sharpening. “I won’t command your ship. I won’t interfere with your crew. But if we’re going into that sanctuary… you’ll need me. The Force is clouded there. Something ancient sleeps beneath the stone. And the Empire isn’t the only one hunting the Eye.”

A heavy silence fell. The crew shifted uneasily. Cap’in scanned their faces - uncertain, but curious. Finally, she exhaled, rubbing her temple.

She stepped forward, extending a hand. “We’ll get you there. But if things go sideways, you’re not dragging my crew into Jedi business.”

Ahsoka met her eyes, nodding once. “Understood.”

Background

This scenario is inspired by the 'Star Crew' scenario called "The Eye of the Nova". To bring the scenario into alignment with the Fistful of Lead: Galactic Heroes ruleset, we adapted elements from the original to better fit the fast-paced, cinematic action of Galactic Heroes.

Certain rooms in the Temple provide a random reward generated by this table.

D6	Reward	Effect
1	Physical Loot Token	-
2	Thermal Detonator	Use ‘Frag’ grenades rule
3	Stun Grenade	Use ‘Stun’ grenades rule
4	Goo Grenade	Use ‘Goo’ grenades rule
5	Data Loot Token	-
6	Lightsaber	Use ‘Power Sword’ rule

When the crew touch down on Asteroid J-267, they only have hours remaining before the red supergiant Rogel-X erupts into a supernova, obliterating everything in its path.

To represent this looming disaster, we will use a brightly coloured TIMER die (d6) in front of the players, showing the 6 face up.

At the end of each round, we roll a d6:

• On the first roll of a 1, place a marker beside the TIMER to indicate the countdown to supernova has begun.
• On each subsequent roll of a 1, decrease the TIMER by 1 and roll on the table below.

Each reduction signals a shift in the environment - ominous signs of the star’s imminent death.

	Countdown Omen	Effect
6	Constantly flickering lights	Range reduced by 50%
5	Electrostatic Surge	All droid characters must pass an Easy Task roll. Failure adds 1 Wound Token
4	Creaking sounds	All non-droid characters must pass an Easy Task roll. Failure adds 1 Shock Token
3	Force Echo Feedback	All non-droid characters -1 to all Action rolls
2	Gravitic Instability	All characters must immediately pass a regular (5+) Task roll or gain 1 Shock marker. If a "1" is rolled, the character falls down and must spend an action getting up the next time they activate.
1	Ceiling Collapse	Random character suffers a short-ranged attack

When the TIMER reaches 0, Rogel-X goes nova. The asteroid is consumed in fire and light. Any characters still present are lost to the void.

The first time any character enters a room, we roll on this table.

D6	Encounter	Special Rules
1	1d3 Stormtroopers (D10)	Cool Headed
2	2d3 Bat Swarm (D8)	Flier, Fangs & Claws
3	Toxic Grey Mold	At the end of the turn spits (Ranged Attack 6/12) at a random character. Poison
4	Ceiling Collapse	At the end of the turn a random character suffers a short-ranged attack.
5	A hologram of a Sith Lord shaking their head, repeating: “Do not stray from the path!”	At the end of the turn a random character suffers a Shock Token.
6	Wandering Space Squid (D10) - Ignore any future rolls once encountered.	Flier, Tentacles

Turn 1

The crew of the Wayfinder paused at the threshold of the hangar bay, their silhouettes framed by the flickering emergency lights. Nervous eyes scanned the cavernous space, searching for movement in the gloom.

Cap’in broke the silence first, her tone sharp but measured.
“Well, that’s an Imperial shuttle… so someone’s here. Question is - dead or alive?”

All heads turned toward Ahsoka. Her expression had hardened, her focus drawn inward.
“There’s a presence here,” she murmured, voice low but edged with unease. “One I haven’t felt in a long time.”

She stepped forward, her montrals tilting as though straining for whispers in the Force. The bay was quiet - too quiet - until the sudden flutter of wings echoed overhead, punctuated by shrill, piercing chirps.

In a heartbeat, Ahsoka thrust her hands outward, shimmering light rippling around her as a protective barrier formed. The air smelled of ozone as the first swarm of leathery-winged shapes descended.

Cap’in snapped into action, barking over the rising din:
“Suck-Bats! They’re drawn to the power cells in our weapons. Jugro, you’re with me. Cover Ahsoka!”

The Rodian spun his twin blasters free, already snapping off shots into the shadows.

“Brains, take the rest of the crew. Get around the shuttle, flank them before we’re boxed in!”

The Twi’lek gave a sharp nod, rallying the others with a flick of his head. Spike, Choppa and Winnwakka 5E fell in behind him, each readying for the push around the far side.

The hangar filled with chaos - chittering wings, blaster fire, and the steady hum of the Force shielding them against the nightmarish swarm.

Turn 2

With a sharp breath, Ahsoka let her shimmering Force shield dissolve, the hum of her twin lightsabers igniting in its place. Blades of white carved through the darkness, her movements fluid and precise as she sliced into the swarming Suck-Bats, driving them back with controlled sweeps.

Jugro and Cap’in surged forward at her flanks, blasters spitting scarlet fire. The Rodian’s twin pistols spun and cracked with dazzling speed, while Cap’in fired in measured bursts, each shot punching a bat from the air.

From the edge of the hangar, Brains and Choppa kept their distance, long-range weapons barking as they methodically thinned the swarm.

Spike crouched low, eyes sharp as he tracked the erratic movements of the creatures. “Looks like we’re thinning their numbers,” he muttered, squeezing off careful shots that dropped another pair of bats in rapid succession.

At the far end of the hangar, Winnwakka gave a thunderous roar and charged headlong into a knot of the creatures. His massive fists swung in wide arcs, fur bristling as leathery wings tore and bodies thudded against the deck. To the Wookiee, it was less a battle and more a brawl, and the bats were losing badly.

Turn 3

With the last of the bats scattered, the Wayfinder crew fanned out through the complex, weapons ready.

Cap’in crept down a dim corridor, her boots crunching against loose debris. At the far end, faint movement flickered in the glow of a broken light panel. Pushing through the door, she found herself staring at a scruffy human stuffing components into a satchel.

“Whoa, whoa - don’t shoot!” the stranger blurted, nearly dropping a power cell.

Blaster leveled, Cap’in’s voice was sharp. “Who are you, why are you here, and what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

The human’s eyes darted nervously. “Name’s Jin. I… uh… tailed that Imperial shuttle here. Figured a place like this might have some tech worth salvaging before the Imps stripped it clean.”

Cap’in’s expression didn’t soften. She gestured toward the corridor with a jerk of her blaster. “Out. Now.”

As Jin shuffled nervously past her, Cap’in called down the hall, her tone almost playful. “Winnwakka. Escort our guest back to the ship. Keep an eye on him. If he sneezes wrong, growl.” She winked.

The Wookiee gave a low rumble and clamped a heavy paw on Jin’s shoulder. The scavenger went pale but nodded quickly, falling into step beside his towering escort.

Elsewhere in the facility, Ahsoka guided Brains and Spike through an arched stone doorway. The corridor beyond was older, carved from weathered rock, its walls etched with faint symbols.

Brains frowned, running a hand over the masonry. “This isn’t Imperial work. It’s ancient.”

Ahsoka’s gaze lingered on the carvings, her voice low with a trace of awe. “Older than the Republic. Older than most records remember.”

Spike muttered, “Great. Haunted hallways. Just what we needed.”

Turn 4

Both groups pressed deeper into the complex, each step echoing faintly against ancient stone.

Cap’in led Jugro and Choppa down a narrow passage until they reached a crossroads. Ahead, the corridor glowed faintly under an eerie red light. Cap’in raised a hand for silence, then gestured. “Choppa - on me. Jugro, hold here and cover our backs.” The Rodian nodded, bringing his twin blasters to the ready as the others crept forward toward the door.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka, Brains, and Spike pushed into a chamber that bore the marks of another age. Rows of long, dust-caked wooden tables stretched across the room - once a mess hall, now silent and forgotten.

Then - movement.

A shadow shifted among the benches. Before they could react, a figure bolted upright and sprinted for the exit.

“Stop him!” Brains barked.

Spike echoed the warning down the hall, his voice sharp and urgent. “Jugro - cut him off!”

Turn 5

The fleeing stranger barreled straight into Jugro, nearly knocking the Rodian off his feet. “Leave me alone! Stay back!” the figure cried, voice breaking with panic.

But under the pulse of the red light, his form twisted grotesquely, skin sprouting coarse fur, jaw lengthening into a maw lined with jagged fangs. With a guttural snarl, the thing lunged. Its claws raked across Jugro before he could bring up his blasters, hurling him to the floor and leaving him limp and unmoving.

“Jugro!” Cap’in shouted. She and Choppa raised their weapons, bolts of blaster fire streaking down the corridor. The beast recoiled, snarling, but it held its ground

Turn 6

At the crossroads, the creature snarled, blocking their path. Cap’in and Choppa exchanged a glance, then bolted for the door at the corridor’s end. They shoved it open, dove through, and slammed it shut behind them.

Breathing hard, they turned - only to freeze. In the shadowed chamber stood an ornate stone fountain, its waters long stagnant. But above it drifted something utterly alien: a floating, squid-like being. Its bulbous, pink upper mass pulsed faintly like an exposed brain, while sapphire-blue tentacles swayed in the air as though it floated underwater.

Cap’in blinked in disbelief. Spike, peering in from the hall, muttered, “What the hell is that?”

Back in the mess hall, Ahsoka wrestled with a rusted door. Sparks flew as she carved through the lock with her lightsaber.

Meanwhile, Brains and Spike had their sights locked on the beast advancing from the corridor. But as the red glow faded, the monstrous form shuddered and twisted, collapsing back into the body of a man. He whimpered on the floor, clutching his head.

“Help me…” he gasped.

Brains crouched, scanning him. “Pilot’s gear. Looks like he wasn’t lying about being stranded.”

Spike grunted. “Could be the Imp shuttle’s pilot. Or maybe he’s in league with that scavenger Cap’in dug up.”

Brains shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Get him back to the ship. Winnwakka will keep him under watch and keep your blaster on him.”

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed. “And whatever you do, keep him away from that red light.”

Spike just nodded grimly.

Turn 7

The floating creature drifted closer, its blue tendrils writhing in the air. Without hesitation, Choppa snapped his rifle to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. The bolt struck true—the “space squid,” as he muttered under his breath, convulsed mid-air before crashing to the ground, twitching faintly.

Choppa tilted his head toward the fountain. “There’s something in there…”

Cap’in hesitated only a moment before plunging her hand into the murky water. Her fingers closed around cold metal. With a sharp tug, she drew forth a slender cylinder—ancient, but unmistakable.

Choppa’s eyes widened. “That… looks like one of Ahsoka’s glowsticks. Think it still works?”

Cap’in clipped it to her belt, her expression unreadable. “We’ll find out when we need to.”

Turn 8

Elsewhere, sparks showered the corridor as Ahsoka finally sliced through the corroded lock. She stepped into a chamber lined with crumbling shelves, their surfaces heavy with dust-caked tomes and brittle manuscripts. The entire room pulsed with a faint scarlet glow - emanating from jagged red crystals that jutted from the walls like infected veins.

“Red kyber crystals,” she whispered grimly.

Movement stirred at the edge of the glow. Another of the floating squid-creatures drifted forward. Before it could lunge, Brains leveled his blaster rifle and let loose. The bolt struck clean, dropping the monstrosity in a single smoking heap.

Grinning, Brains crouched to search the corpse. From beneath a limp tentacle, he pulled free a small, metallic sphere. He held it up, eyes gleaming. “Well now… a stun grenade. Old, sure, but she’s still live.”

Turn 9

The two groups finally regrouped, relief flickering across tired faces as they fell back into formation. Ahsoka and Cap’in took point, their footsteps echoing softly down the dim corridor.

Cap’in unclipped the metallic cylinder from her belt and handed it over. “Found this in a fountain. Figured you’d know what to make of it.”

Ahsoka turned it in her hands, her expression unreadable. “A lightsaber… ancient, and badly corroded. But perhaps still salvageable. I know a droid who would be very eager to examine this.”

Cap’in smirked. “Then when we get back, it’s yours to tinker with. Just don’t blame me if it blows up in your face.”

A faint hum built as Ahsoka’s sabers snapped to life, white blades hissing in the shadows. She raised a hand to halt the crew, then eased the next door open.

The silence shattered as swarms of shrieking Suck-Bats burst forth, wings beating in a storm of dust and claws.

Turn 11

The bats came down in a screeching cloud, wings and claws blotting out the dim light.

Cap’in and Ahsoka fought shoulder to shoulder, carving and blasting their way through the swarm. Ahsoka’s sabers sliced arcs of white through the darkness, each stroke sending creatures tumbling, while Cap’in fired in measured bursts, keeping the swarm at bay.

But the chaos overwhelmed the rear. Brains went down beneath a flurry of wings, his rifle clattering to the floor. Choppa swung wildly with his carbine, snarling curses, before the bats swarmed over him too and dragged him to the ground.

At last, a surge of Force energy rippled out from Ahsoka, scattering the remaining creatures. The room fell silent but for the crew’s ragged breathing.

Cap’in glanced at the two fallen crewmen, jaw tight. She unclipped her comm and growled into it, “Winnwakka, we’ve got casualties. Get in here and haul Brains and Choppa back to the ship before these things circle around again.”

Turn 12

Ahsoka moved cautiously down the shadowed corridor, every step measured, her ears pricked to the faint murmur of voices echoing off the stone walls. She lifted a hand, signaling silence, and pressed on toward the sound.

Behind her, Cap’in peeled away. Abandoned quarters, judging by the row of dust-covered bunks and broken lockers. She rifled quickly through the debris, muttering under her breath. Her fingers brushed cold metal, and she pulled free a spherical device.

A grin tugged at her lips. “Thermal detonator. Jackpot.”

Turn 13

Cap’in slipped back into step beside Ahsoka, voice low. “Trouble ahead. You ready for this?”

Ahsoka’s expression was calm, but her eyes were sharp. “Always.”

With a shared glance, they pushed through the gate in unison.

Waiting in the chamber beyond stood two white-armored Stormtroopers flanking a figure cloaked in shadows. At their arrival, the stranger pivoted, cloak snapping aside as a crimson blade hissed to life.

The figure lunged. Ahsoka’s sabers blazed into existence, crossing in a shower of sparks as she caught the strike and forced her opponent back.

But even as the red light flared around them, Ahsoka’s brow furrowed. This wasn’t the precise, disciplined fury of a Sith. No, the stance, the weight behind the blows… it was the unmistakable style of an Inquisitor. A survivor of Vader’s purge.

Blaster fire cracked through the chaos. One shot slipped past Ahsoka’s guard, striking her side. She staggered, sabers flickering, before collapsing to the floor.

Turn 14

“Ahsoka!” Cap’in shouted, but she barely had time to react. The stormtroopers pivoted, their blasters barking in unison. Successive hits forced the Wayfinder’s captain out of the fight, leaving her sprawled beside the Jedi.

The hooded figure, still rattled from Ahsoka’s furious defense, staggered back and failed to press the attack.

Then the initiative deck turned. Ahsoka’s card came up red. Three actions.

The table went quiet for a beat. Could she use one to heal herself ? A quick check of Star Wars lore confirmed it: a Jedi could channel the Force to restore themselves.

Ahsoka steadied her breath, letting the Force flow through her. She drew upon that energy, knitting her wounds and pulling herself upright. She reignited her sabers with a snap-hiss, blades blazing in her hands.

On the table, it was three actions. In the story, it was rebirth.

Ahsoka Tano stood tall once again, eyes fixed on the battlefield.

This fight wasn’t finished.

Turn 15

The hooded figure stirred, groaning as he dragged himself upright. With a snap-hiss, his crimson blade flared to life, bathing the corridor in blood-red light.

With a snarl, he lunged at Ahsoka.

But she was ready.

Her sabers ignited in a flash of brilliant white, twin blades crossing as she met his strike head-on. Sparks showered the stone walls as the clash rang out, the air thick with the hum of clashing energy.

This time, Ahsoka held nothing back. Her movements were sharp, measured, relentless. Each strike pressed the stranger harder, forcing him onto the defensive.

With a final, whirling sweep, she broke through his guard. Her blades cut deep, and the hooded warrior staggered, collapsing to the floor.

His red lightsaber guttered out, leaving only silence and Ahsoka standing tall in its glow.

Then came the red card - three actions again.

Ahsoka didn’t hesitate. Focused, precise, she closed the distance before the Stormtroopers could even level their blasters.

A blur of white light, the first trooper fell. Then a swift strike, the second toppled beside him.

She steadied herself, blades raised, eyes fixed on what lay ahead.

The dust settled.

Bathed in the faint glow of the chamber, resting on a plinth of carved stone, was the Eye of Kyber - the relic they had risked everything to claim.

Ahsoka stood alone in the silence, victorious, the weight of destiny and the mission pressing heavy on her shoulders.

Final Outcome

This wasn’t just a skirmish, it was a full Star Wars dungeon crawl, packed with hidden dangers, tactical twists, and cinematic clashes that kept the table tense from start to finish. The Countdown Omen timer, however, proved less threatening than expected, stalling at “5” for most of the session and only ticking down once Ahsoka finally seized the relic.

The Wayfinder crew made it out battered but triumphant. They successfully escorted two civilians off the board, with each counting as a physical loot token for 2 Renown Points.

Ahsoka secured the main prize: the Eye of Kyber, worth another 3 Renown Points. Meanwhile, the crew scavenged a haul of rare gear (a lightsaber, a stun grenade, and a thermal detonator) adding flavour and future tactical options to their arsenal.

Casualties were heavy. Four crew members were taken out during the mission, but three made immediate recoveries. The exception was Jugro, who suffered lingering trauma from his brutal mauling at the hands of the shapeshifter. He’ll miss the next mission and return with a permanent negative trait: Coward (a mark of deep-seated PTSD).

On the balance sheet, the Wayfinder crew added up their gains:

• 1 Renown Point carried over from before.
• 3 Renown Points from their "Legendary" team trait.
• 5 Renown Points earned during this mission.

That left them sitting on a healthy 9 Renown Points total.

Now the real question:

How will they spend it?

On new gear? Tactical upgrades? Expanding the crew?

The galaxy’s only getting more dangerous, and the Wayfinder will need every edge they can scrape together.

Epilogue

The hangar buzzed with low activity as transports came and went. Ahsoka, cloak drawn tight, walked up the ramp of a waiting shuttle. Before disappearing inside, she glanced back once more. The Wayfinder crew were clustered together, their banter half-hearted as they prepared Jugro for bacta treatment. For a heartbeat, her expression softened. Then she turned away, duty pulling her forward.

The shuttle’s engines hummed to life. Hera watched it ascend into the starlit void, arms folded. She knew where Ahsoka was going, and who she meant to see. The relic "The Eye of Kyber" was no trinket. In the right hands, it could help restore balance. In the wrong, it could tip the galaxy into further darkness.

Across the bay, Cap’in clapped Winnwakka on the shoulder as the towering Wookie let out a low growl of concern for Jugro. “He’ll be fine,” she said, more to reassure herself than the others. Brains was already running calculations on the cost of repairs and supplies. Choppa muttered about how close they’d come to being fried by that Inquisitor. Spike leaned against a crate, spinning one of his blasters idly while eyeing the others for a game of sabacc later. 5E, newly patched and sparking slightly, walked forward, already drafting a list of “efficiency improvements” no one had asked for.

They were battered, bruised, and down one Rodian for now, but still standing. And that counted.

Cap’in exhaled and looked out at the stars. “Alright crew. We got paid, we got out alive, and we’ve still got a ship under our feet. That’s a win in my book.”

The crew exchanged tired smiles, and even Winnwakka managed a low, rumbling chuckle. For now, the Wayfinder would live to fly another day.