Salvage Crew

The Wayfinder drifted lazily through hyperspace, her engines humming at a steady, comfortable pitch. After a string of uneventful cargo runs, the crew were soaking in the rare luxury of downtime.

In her cabin, Cap’in reclined on her bunk, eyes half-closed, drifting between rest and idle thought. The quiet was shattered by a crackle from the intercom.

With a sigh, she reached back and flicked the switch.
“What is it?”

Spike’s voice carried through from the cockpit. “Sorry to interrupt nap time, boss, but you’ve got a Priority One call coming in.”

Cap’in frowned. “Priority One? That’s usually reserved for when things are about to blow up.”

“Should I patch it through?” Spike asked.

“Do it,” she replied, then added, “And Spike, no eavesdropping.”

“Yeah, yeah. Not like I’d ever…” His voice trailed off with mock offense.

Static hissed for a moment, then resolved into a familiar voice.
“Cap’in.”

Cap’in sat up straighter. “General Syndulla. Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. This another job involving light-sword fanatics?”

Hera chuckled lightly on the other end. “Not this time. I hear you’re operating in the Moddell sector.”

Cap’in raised an eyebrow. “You keeping tabs on us?”

“Only on assets I can rely on,” Hera said, tone brisk but warm. “I need you to make a quick diversion before you head home. Tell me, what do you know about the Endor system?”

Cap’in thought for a moment. “Not much. Other than that’s where the Emperor bit it.”

“Correct. The battle left a graveyard of wreckage - Star Destroyers, Death Star fragments, you name it. A lot of it rained down on the moons. Now, we’re getting reports that Imperial Remnants are sniffing through the debris. We need confirmation.”

Cap’in smirked, already knowing the answer. “And that’s where the Wayfinder comes in.”

The Wayfinder slipped out of hyperspace on the edge of the Endor system. Ahead loomed the massive gas giant, its pale storms swirling like a living thing. One by one, its moons crept into view, dark shapes against the glow, some ringed with the faint shimmer of orbiting wreckage.

The ship’s sensors began to sing with pings of debris. Chunks of durasteel and shattered plating drifted in silent procession, remnants of the great battle that had toppled the Empire.

At the helm, Brains’ lekku twitched as his fingers moved quickly over the controls, keeping the Wayfinder steady as the readings spiked.

Beside him, 5E was jacked directly into the ship’s systems, his photoreceptors swiveling in sharp, twitching motions with each new data feed. Suddenly, his vocabulator clicked on.
“Contact. Sensors register a small Imperial craft - classification: shuttle. Trajectory indicates descent toward the surface of the forest moon.”

From the rear of the cockpit, Spike leaned back with a grin. “Well, there we go. Imperial shuttle confirmed. Mission complete. Can we head home now?”

Cap’in arched an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Afraid not. They’re not here for a sightseeing tour. And if they’re sniffing around the wreckage, we need to know why.”

She turned toward Brains. “Shadow them. Keep our distance. If they’ve got friends in orbit, I don’t want to announce our presence until we know what we’re dealing with.”

Brains gave a crisp nod, hands adjusting the thrusters with care. The Wayfinder slipped silently into pursuit, her engines purring low as a predator on the hunt. 

The Imperial shuttle finally broke through the canopy, vanishing into the trees before settling somewhere deep within the forest.

Cap’in leaned forward in her chair, eyes narrowing.
“Brains, put us down - far enough they won’t notice us, but close enough we don’t need to march all day to catch up.”

The Wayfinder dipped toward the moon’s surface, settling onto a mossy clearing hidden from view. The hum of her engines faded into the silence of the ancient woods.

Cap’in rose from her seat.
“Alright crew, looks like we’ve got a hike ahead of us.”

Background

This scenario is inspired by the Stargrave mission of the same name. 

To bring the scenario into alignment with the Fistful of Lead: Galactic Heroes ruleset, we adapted elements from Stargrave to better fit the fast-paced, cinematic action of Galactic Heroes.

The wreckage still has some functioning automated defense systems. At the end of each turn, it makes a (12/24) Shooting attack against the nearest figure in line of sight.

Crews can disable the defense system by attacking any part of the wreckage - either with shooting or hand-to-hand combat. The wreckage has 3 Health. Once its Health is reduced to 0, the defense system is destroyed and no longer makes shooting attacks.

A figure in contact with the wreckage may attempt to unlock it, treating it as a data loot token. Once unlocked, immediately place a loot token adjacent to the figure. Roll randomly to determine whether it is a physical loot or data loot token.

After the first turn, the player who went last must place one Ewok in any corner of the table. Additional Ewoks will appear as loot tokens are collected.

Turn 1

The trek through Endor’s dense forest was slow at first, but gradually the ground began to glitter with metal fragments - twisted panels, scorched plating, the unmistakable scars of a great battle. Some pieces looked like they’d come from Star Destroyers; others, maybe even the Death Star itself, just as Hera had warned.

Before long, distant voices drifted through the trees. The crew pressed on until they came upon a clearing. There, Imperial personnel were busy with scanners, cataloging larger chunks of wreckage like treasure hunters sifting a battlefield’s bones.

Cap’in let out a quiet breath of relief. Not stormtroopers - just Army infantry, less disciplined, less precise. But still dangerous.

That relief was short-lived. A shout rang out across the clearing - one of the Imperials had spotted them.

In an instant, orders were barked, blasters came up, and the silence of the forest gave way to the sharp crackle of imminent combat.

Cap’in glanced at her crew. Hands hovered over blasters.

Now it was down to the cards.

Each side flipped from the deck - the Imperials, the Wayfinder crew - tense silence hanging in the forest as the initiative order was revealed. Who would move first? Who would fire, or fall back? The battlefield was about to come alive.

Trained and disciplined, the Imperial infantry reacted fast. On their activations, they fanned out into cover, rifles snapping into position while a trooper hefted a portable heavy blaster into place. The odds tilted further as an Imperial probe droid floated into the clearing, its sensors locking onto the Wayfinder crew.

But not everything played in their favour. One unlucky soldier drew too close to the jagged wreckage at the centre of the site. With a burst of blaster fire, the wreckage belched energy. The trooper was hurled backwards into a crater, going down with a wound marker for his trouble.

The Imperials had their formation. The crew had their opening. The fight was well and truly on.

Unseen by either side, pairs of beady eyes blinked. Ewoks were watching the skirmish with quiet curiosity. Whether they chose to remain spectators or something more, was a question for later.

Turn 2

Sensing the greatest danger, the Probe Droid trained its blasters on the unstable wreckage. With two actions it hammered the twisted metal, each shot scoring a wound marker. The Imperial Heavy Gunner followed up, with one final burst stripping the last wound from the wreckage and disabling it entirely. His second action pivoted toward Choppa, the dice landing unkindly. The shot struck home, leaving the bruiser reeling with a wound.

With their support weapons doing the work, the rest of the Imperial squad advanced under the cover of suppressive fire, using their activations to close in.

Cap’in took in the field at a glance and snapped orders, voice cutting through the chaos.

“That Probe and Gunner are going to carve us up if we don’t move!”

She jabbed a finger toward the ridge. “5E, Winnwakka, get to high ground and put some fire downrange!”

“Brains, check Choppa - keep him in the fight!”

Her eyes locked on Spike. “You’re with me. We’ll swing wide and hit them from the flank.”

Turn 3

Back at the treeline, Choppa groaned, shaking off the hit. He pressed himself against the trunk of a massive tree while Brains darted forward, dice rolled for a sprint test.

“I’m coming, big guy, don’t pass out on me!” Brains yelled.

The Imperial Officer had the same thought as Cap’in - flank and break the stalemate. With one trooper at his side, he crept through the trees until, in a twist of fate, he and Cap’in with Spike stumbled into the same forest clearing.

Both sides opened fire. Blaster bolts searing across the clearing, but the dice betrayed them. Misses all around. The Imperial’s partner clicked his trigger again only to hear the dry snap of an empty power pack.

“Useless fool!” the Officer barked, shoving the soldier aside. “Reload before you disgrace the Empire again!”

Cap’in smirked, leveling her blaster. “Looks like they’re as bad a shot as we are, Spike.”

Spike grinned nervously and edged forward. That’s when he froze. His eyes went wide. “Cap’in… uh… tell me I’m imagining this.”

In the shadows near a fallen log, something peered out. Small, brown, furry. It wore a hood, carried a tiny spear, and had the face of a teddy bear crossed with a Jawa.

“No karking way…” Spike muttered.

Cap’in’s blaster never lowered. “Focus, Spike. The teddy bears can wait.”

On the ridge, 5E and Winnwakka clambered into the high ground. Among the roots they spotted something gleaming - salvageable loot, maybe valuable tech. Winnwakka let out a pleased growl. But before they could celebrate, the crack of blaster fire echoed.

Imperials hidden in the tree line opened up. The exchange was brief but brutal. One trooper was forced back behind a trunk by suppressive fire, but 5E wasn’t so lucky. A bolt caught the droid full in the chest. Circuits sparked and whined as he toppled to the ground, down but not out.

Winnwakka roared, laying down covering fire, his dice roll keeping the Imperials’ heads low.

Turn 4

Brains slid in beside Choppa, who was still catching his breath behind the broad trunk of an Endor pine.

“You alright?” Brains asked, crouching low.

Choppa winced. “I’ll live. But that tin can’s pinning us down. You see it?”

Brains risked a glance around the trunk. The Probe Droid hovered menacingly, sensors twitching, blasters glowing faint red. He exhaled slowly, raised his rifle, and whispered, “Alright, let’s roll the dice on this one.”

The blaster roared. The bolt slammed into the Probe Droid’s chassis, a direct hit. Brains grinned, then blinked as the droid began to shake and shriek.

“Oh… oh no,” he muttered.

With a violent KRAK-THOOM, the Probe Droid detonated in a fiery ball of sparks. The shockwave rippled through the clearing.

The Imperial Heavy Gunner, standing far too close, barely had time to curse. “No, no, NO!” The blast engulfed him, hurling him backwards into the dirt. Dice rolled: 10 on the wound table. Out of the fight.

Choppa stared, wide-eyed. “Brains… remind me never to play sabacc with you.”

The explosion was deafening, echoing across the battlefield. Both Cap’in and the Imperial Officer froze mid-duel, then instinctively had the same thought: time to cut our losses.

The Officer barked at his men. “Grab what you can, retreat!”

Cap’in glanced at Spike. “Same goes for us. Loot what’s near, then fall back. Move it!”

Up on the ridge, Winnwakka roared and charged forward. But the remaining Imperials recovered fast. Trained reflexes and cold precision, blaster bolts tore through the air.

The Wookiee staggered, his roar cut short, before collapsing heavily into the mossy ground. Out of the fight.

“Winnwakka!” Choppa yelled from below, but the forest swallowed the cry.

Somewhere, hidden in the shadows, unseen Ewok eyes blinked at the carnage, watching the intruders tear each other apart.

Turn 5

The Imperial Officer barked something sharp in code and slipped away into the trees, clutching a satchel of scavenged gear. By the time Cap’in tried to get a bead on him, he was gone.

That left his man stranded. The trooper’s blaster clicked dry again. He looked from Spike to the small, furry figure edging out of the underbrush - an Ewok with a stone-headed spear and gleaming eyes.

“Emperor’s bones…” the soldier muttered, panic rising. He bolted for a shell crater, scrambling down for cover.

Spike tracked him coolly. “Not today, bucket-head.” He squeezed the trigger. A red bolt caught the Imperial square in the chest. The trooper cried out, then collapsed limply into the crater. Out of the Fight.

On the far side, another Imperial managed to break contact, hauling a bundle of salvage toward the treeline. His comrade tried to cover him, firing wildly, but Brains was quicker.

“You should’ve stayed in bed,” Brains growled, lining up his shot. His bolt cut the man down, sending him sprawling into a shell crater.

With the field opening up, Choppa seized the moment. “Loot’s ours now!” he shouted, sprinting uphill. He grabbed a weathered crate half-buried in moss, hefting it over his shoulder. “Now the hard part - getting this back to the ship.”

Nearby, 5E lay twitching, sparks spitting weakly from his chassis. His photoreceptor flickered once, twice, then dimmed completely. The droid’s powerpack hissed out a final puff of smoke before silence.

The crew regrouped, breaths heavy, scanning for more Imperials.

But none of them noticed.

From the shadows, the undergrowth stirred. One Ewok became three. Three became a dozen. Small silhouettes, glinting eyes, primitive weapons. They ringed the clearing in silence, watching, waiting, their numbers swelling by the minute.

Spike frowned, unease prickling at him. “Cap’in… tell me I’m not the only one hearing twigs snapping…”

Turn 6

Cap’in grabbed a battered crate from the wreckage, slinging it over her shoulder. She raised her blaster and barked, “Wayfinder crew, fall back! Back to the ship!” Then, without waiting for argument, she vanished into the dense trees.

The Imperials weren’t so lucky. The last soldier spun as a furry shape launched at him. “What in the Emperor’s—?!” he yelped before an Ewok spear jabbed into his side. With surprising ferocity, the small warrior tripped him and sent him crashing to the ground, wounded and groaning.

Brains heard Cap’in’s retreat call and turned to follow - only to freeze. An Ewok stood right in his path, dark eyes gleaming, spear leveled.

“Now hang on - let’s talk about this -” Brains started, hands half-raised. The Ewok gave a shrill cry and lunged. The Twi’lek went down with a gasp, clutching his side. “Ahhh! Not… like this…”

Meanwhile, Spike’s eyes widened as three Ewoks closed in on him. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” He snapped off a shot, forcing one to retreat into the underbrush. Another charged, and Spike’s blaster barked again. “Not today, fuzzball!” The Ewok toppled over, out of the fight.

That left one.

The last Ewok snarled and pounced, knocking Spike flat. The Weequay struggled, growling, “Get… off me” before the Ewok’s spear struck home. Spike let out a grunt and slumped still.

Turn 7

Choppa, clutching his prize, saw the carnage and didn’t hesitate. “Not staying for round two,” he muttered, bolting into the woods with the loot strapped to his back.

In the clearing, the last Imperial screamed as his Ewok assailant jabbed again and again. He went silent. The Ewok stood over him, chest heaving, before lifting his spear high in a victorious shriek.

With Cap’in gone, Choppa fleeing, and every Imperial either dead or wounded, the field belonged to the Ewoks.

The game was over.

Final Outcome

The Wayfinder crew entered the battle sitting on 9 Renown Points. They picked up 3 more from their Legendary team trait and another 3 from scavenged loot - both Physical and Data. That put their new total at a hefty 15 Renown Points.

The Imperials didn’t leave empty-handed. They limped away with 3 Renown Points of their own, making the tally of recovered loot technically a draw… but the battlefield told another story.

For the Wayfinder crew, three members went Out of the Fight during the skirmish. Post-game checks were kinder than expected with only Winnwakka failing his recovery roll and missing the next mission. The good news: Jugro is back on his feet and officially rejoining the roster.

Now the crew sits flush with 15 Renown Points - a small fortune in campaign terms. Around the table, the debate begins:

• Do they invest in new gear to harden the squad?

• Spend big on new recruits to expand the crew further?

• Or hone their veterans with fresh traits to sharpen their edge?

Decisions, decisions… and the galaxy won’t wait.

Epilogue

Cap’in leaned back in the pilot’s chair, the comm channel crackling as General Hera Syndulla’s image flickered.

“…and that’s the situation,” Cap’in finished, her tone weary but steady. “The Imperials weren’t just poking around the wreckage for scrap - they were looking for something. Whatever it is, they’ll be back. You’ll want to keep a close eye on Endor.”

Hera folded her arms, brow furrowing. “That matches other reports we’ve received. Endor may not be finished with us yet.” She softened slightly, a small smile breaking through. “As for your crew, our friends among the Ewoks made sure no one was left behind. With Leia’s help, they’ll be brought back to you safe.”

Cap’in exhaled, shoulders loosening. “Good to hear. Ship feels empty without their noise.”

From the co-pilot’s chair, Choppa gave a wheezy laugh. “Empty? Try peaceful.”

Cap’in smirked. “Don’t get used to it. Soon as they’re back, Winnwakka’ll be roaring, Jugro’ll be bragging, Spike’ll be complaining, and Brains’ll be fixing what 5E breaks.”

Hera chuckled softly. “Enjoy the quiet while you can, Captain. Once your crew’s reunited, I suspect downtime will be in short supply.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, General. Wayfinder out.”

The channel went dead, leaving Cap’in and Choppa alone in the cockpit. The stars stretched ahead, calm and endless for now. Behind them, the forest moon of Endor still held the rest of their crew, but they’d be returned soon enough.

Cap’in rested her hands on the controls, glancing at Choppa. “Let’s keep the engines warm. They’ll be home before long.”

Choppa gave a low, satisfied grunt.

The ship hummed quietly, waiting.