The first role-playing day of the year was today, after a month-long absence due to Christmas plans. This was a continuation of our Star Wars campaign, where I'm the ever-unlucky pilot. This week, I crashed our transport into a stalactite, damaging it significantly. I then dropped us into a waterlogged portion of the jungle, flooding our repulsor lift and bringing on board a host of Nabooese Battle Leeches, nearly killing the Ewok and the merc. My luck wasn't entirely bad, however, as I did launch us airborne, keep us level, shake out the repulsor lift, and land us safely on solid ground, away from the swamp predators.
Here's looking to a good year ahead of us of killing Gomorreans, orcs, and what-have-you.