Star Wars: The RPG ~ Episode VII: Dawn of the New Republic IC Thread

[NiteMare Shape]

Joren Kel
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Dono and I sit in the air ducts waiting for our chance. I give him credit, Dono is the master of understatement. He said breaking into the Kath Hound stronghold wouldn't be easy. Kriffing impossible is more like it. Normally I'd have no problem just jumping down and taking out the Hounds that are standing watch, unfortunately the second we kick the hatch out and drop to the floor...these goons will have already unloaded their blasters on us.

After what seemed like an eternity, four of the guards moved on, leaving just the two adjacent to our location. Dono nods and kicks the grating out, and drops to the floor, taking out one of the guards with a blaster shot to the chest, before the guard hit the floor, the second guard had already pulled out his blaster and fired it at Dono, hitting him right in the heart.

I hit the ground just in time to see Dono return fire at the Hound, completely unphased by the blaster bolt he took in the chest. Maybe when we get back I can talk to him about getting some of that beskar armor.

"Okay boys, you're going to want to about halfway up the hall and take the left, then the second right. That should get you to the detention area. But just a heads up, you have to go right past the sleeping chamber. But that shouldn't be an issue, since you intended on doing this in the middle of the day." Nyna's voice comes through the comlink.

"Got it." I reply cooly.

We follow her instructions with no trouble until we made the right turn, the other two Hounds that were guarding the shaft that we came in through. They opened fire at us, missing by a mile. Dono and I both return fire, dropping one of the hounds. The other turns to run, but Dono and I are right on his trail.

The Hound rounds a corner, which so happens to be the exact one that leads to the detention area. As we get to the Hound, we see that he isn't alone. There must be fifteen or twenty of the goons standing there waiting for us. We turn and run back the other way, then Dono stops halfway down the hall and turns, facing the oncoming horde...and he takes a round object off of his belt, pushes a button to activate it, and throws it down the hall.

"You might want to run, Vod'ika." He says. And we both do, just as an explosion rips through the ranks of the pursuing Kath Hounds, nearly vaporizing the whole lot of them.

"A thermal detonator? I ask, almost unbelieving.

"Just a small one."

"Just a small one? Don't you think that was overkill?"

"Overkill Vod'ika? No such thing."

I can almost see that goofy grin through his helmet, but we press on to the detention area.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Renn nodded.

"In a few hours there will be an assault on the Arbra system. This will be a distraction for the true mission. Sate Pestage, special advisor to the Emperor, has defected to the Rebellion. He's holed up in a village outside Theed, on the planet Naboo. Our job is to extract the traitor, alive if possible. However, if the mission goes wrong, we are to kill him rather than let the rebel scum get him," Bastion said, looking at each of the clone troopers in turn.

I remain silent as Lieutenant Renn briefs us. I find my thoughts drifting away, but I force myself to focus on the task at hand. I concentrate all of my attention on this traitor. It burns me up with anger. There is no offense more base or vile than treason. Perhaps it's the genetic modifications talking, but I can't imagine what would drive someone to such slime. Hierarchy, order, and loyalty come before everything else. If you don't respect such tenants, you are no better than the space scum that can be found on the most inhospitable planets along the Outer Rim.

As the Lieutenant finishes up, I shift my gaze to Commander Bow. I feel for him. Being the Commander of the 501st Legion used to mean something. We really were something special. Whether it was blasting away the Separatists or squelching the Rebellion, we were the best at what we did. We were the Fighting 501st, Vader's Fist. Now look at us. The Galactic Empire was torn down by a ragtag band of lowlifes from backwater planets. The Battle on Endor - if you can call it a "Battle" - was nothing short of embarrassing.

I have a theory about it, y'know. I don't mean to sound insubordinate, but the Empire lost focus. We were too lax, and it cost us. In his zeal to create the most powerful force in all the galaxy, the Emperor cut corners. In the old days, the Grand Army of the Republic was an elite force of the most efficient soldiers ever seen. Why was that? Because we were the clones. Given the best genes credits had to offer, trained by the galaxy's fiercest warriors - the Mandalorians - we were nothing short of unstoppable. It wasn't easy, but we emerged victorious from the Clone Wars.

Then, the cloning stopped. I found myself in an unfamiliar scenario - fighting alongside clones of different templates, even natural-born humans. I can't knock their enthusiasm and dedication to the Empire, but they were disadvantaged. They didn't have our genes, our training. There was no way they could perform at the same level. Lo and behold, the Galactic Civil War was lost. What does that tell you?

"I'll do him in myself if I have to, sir," I respond coldly.

 

[wiegeabo]

I sit in the quiet room I have taken as my quarters in the temple. It's nondescript and simple, but still has all I need. A small table/cabinet for what little equipment I keep with me. An alcove for my clothing and uniform. Even a relatively comfortable bed. From what I understand of old Jedi standards, I'm living like a prince.

In the middle of the floor, legs crossed over each other, eyes closed, I focus on my breathing, feeling the Force flow around and through me. I simultaneously reach deep within myself, focusing on my calm and control, as I also reach out with my senses. I can feel the objects in my room through the Force. I push out further, taking in the temple and surrounding area. I can sense the various forms of life skittering in and around the temple. And as I extend myself further still, I feel everything in the surrounding forest.

But that's not what makes me smile. I don't even open my eyes when I sense him. I just pull myself back into myself, back into the moment. "Master," I say, simply.

"Mmm....fear I still sense in you. Doubt too."

My smile grows wider and I open my eyes to turn at the specter of my teacher and friend. "I think you'll admit I have made much progress, Master Yoda."

His small head bobs up and down in that almost dismissive way he has. For a moment, it's just as it was in the swamps of Degobah. "Yes, yes. Much improvement I have seen. Jedi Master now you are." Then he looks me in the eyes and his voice lowers a notch. "But still doubt I sense..."

My smile drops, and the peace I so recently felt quickly fades.. "All I see before me is a...monumental task. I have to rebuild the Jedi order, by myself. I know I am up to it, yet..." My eyes wonder off as if looking at something in the distance "there is still this...uncertainty..."

"Fear you will fail, do you? Afraid another Vader you may create."

Yoda's voice fills me with as much fear as it does comfort. The thoughts of all my father did cloud my mind. I focus on the Force, let it clear my thoughts. "It is a fear I will overcome."

Yoda nods. "Much to overcome, I foresee. Many trials ahead for you."

I nod. "I have sensed it too, Master."

"Yes. Darkness the future brings. But light within you exists," he says, pointing his cane at me. "And remember this, you will. Alone...you are not."

Yoda plants his cane in front of him, and slowly vanishes into the ether from which he came. I look at the empty air where he stood a few moments longer, breathing in and out a couple of times before rising to my feet.

I walk over and pick my lightsaber up from the table. I stand and look at it for a few seconds. So many memories crop up. Ben. Hoth. The Death Star. The Emperor. Vader... Hmph. Adventure. Heh. Excitement. Heh. A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless. I hear his words as if it were yesterday. You will know... when you are calm, at peace, passive. A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack.

I nod my head and snap my lightsaber to my belt.

He's right. I don't have to do this alone.

 

[Harlekin]

“He's a card player, gambler, scoundrel. You'd like him.”​

Naboo, several hundred miles away from Theede

“Tell me, Calrissian, why are you still here?” Sate Pestage asked, sitting hunched over a table and taking small sips of his drink. Lando Calrissian, professional gambler and con man, stood at the nearest window, looking out across the planet’s varied landscape for any movement. He did not turn to speak to Pestage, who had once been Emperor Palpatine’s most loyal follower and advisor.
“You have delivered me to the New Republic,” he spoke those last two words with disgust. “Your work here is done.”
“I’m not done until I see you’re handed over, Pestage.”

Pestage laughed.
“What did you do, Calrissian, to get yourself stuck here with me?”

In a sudden movement, Lando whirled around and kicked at Pestage’s chair, sending the former Imperial advisor to the floor. The drink he had held was spilled all over Pestage’s robes. As Lando stepped towards him, he took his blaster out of his holster. He crouched down to the former Imperial’s level and locked eyes with him, his blaster aimed at the man’s throat.

“Listen to me, Pestage,” Lando Calrissian hissed. “Considering how many of my friends you probably helped do in, I’m not particularly inclined to like you. I would’ve handed you to the nearest bounty hunter if you didn’t want to defect.”

Lando rose and holstered his weapon. He did not offer Pestage a hand, who grudgingly helped himself up.

“The only reason I’m still here is because the Republic is actually coming for you.”

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Dash Rendar




Dash observed each function of the Flare-S on a blueprint, created by his protocol droid. The thing still looked like a piece of crap, but it would definitely work for now.

As he straddled the Swoop, he kicked a throttle downward to start the repulsorlift, which then lifted the "legs" of the swoop, allowing it to float a few feet above the ground. He'd ridden one before. Hell, he'd chased down an entire gang on one of these babies, killing every one of them before they got to Luke. He always liked that kid. Truthfully, he'd always had a grudge in his heart against the Empire; just the whole hero thing got on his nerves a bit. Maybe he was just afraid. No, Dash Rendar wasn't afraid of anything.

"Leebo; set all defense systems to blast anything that comes near the ship into oblivion. And grease up why don't you? You've been clanking around all day.I'm going to Rotta's palace.", he chuckled to his protocol droid, as the droid returned what "seemed" to be a laugh, but all he heard was static and whirring. He and that droid had been through hell and back. Ever since he acquired him from that Rodian Comedian, it seemed the droid picked up on his old masters sense of humor. At least he wasn't prissy like C3PO.

Dash quickly threw on a dark brown poncho, along with a headwrap and goggles to protect his face and eyes. These things were fast, and kicked up a lot of dust.

As he looked outside, it would appear that a sandstorm was picking up, as he watched the body of the former Swoop gang leader slowly bury itself beneath the hot sand. Suddenly, he pushed both throttles forward and shot out of the small hangar of his ship, his poncho-like wear flapping in the wind behind him as he dissapeared in the mist of sand. Mos Eisley was miles from here, but this thing would get him to the Hutt's palace in no time.

Leebo quietly set all defense systems to kill as he moved his way from the hangar, closing the loading ramp.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Report", Captain Pellaeon barked as the massive Star Destroyer, Chimaera, came out of hyperspace.

"Long-range sensors indicate no defensive activity, sir", came the reply from the officer in charge.
"The rebels are unaware of our presence."

"Good work", Pellaeon stated with a short nod.

They had come out of hyperspace just outside of the Arbra system, as per the orders of the Grand Admiral. They were far enough away from the rebel base to not worry about being discovered. But the Captain still felt a pang of nervousness.

"Something troubling you, Captain?"

Pellaeon spun on his heels and snapped to attention as Grand Admiral Thrawn walked onto the bridge.

"As you were."

"Thank you, sir. And, no sir. It's just the normal adrenaline rush that all soldiers feel before a battle."

"You're wondering why we're bothering with an assault on the Rebellion's base as a feint when we could easily have entered the Naboo system the same way?"

Pellaeon remained silent. He did not want to mention his misgivings here on the bridge, but those glittering red eyes of Thrawn seemed to gaze into his soul.

"This is more than just a feint assault, Captain. Arbra holds a possible resource that could be used against the Rebellion, if properly motivated. And I intend to take that resource for the Empire."

"And what resource is that, sir?"

"All in good time, Captain", Thrawn replied with a slight smirk.
"Now we concentrate on what's at hand. Is my ship ready?"

"The Chimaera is fully ready for your command, Admiral."

"Good. Then order the Naboo strike team to depart immediately. Once they are away, signal the Judicator to prepare for a hyperspace jump on my mark. Send the coordinates I gave you earlier to Captain Brandei, and then prepare the Chimaera for a system jump."

"Yes, sir", Pellaeon nodded before turning around to face the control pits.
"All right, you heard the Admiral! Signal the crew to battle stations, and prepare the ship for a hyperspace jump!"

As the crew of the Chimaera hurried about their business with the usual Imperial efficiency, the Grand Admiral took a seat in the bridge command chair, his blue lips creasing in a thin smile.

 

[Carnage27]

"Yeah, Chewie. I'm sure you need to work on your sun tan." I say slyly as we leave Coruscant's atmosphere.

Chewie barks back laughing.

"Keep her steady while I put in the coordinates for the jump to lightspeed."

He grunts as I leap up and put in the numbers Cracken gave me into the hyperdrive computer.

"Alright, punch it!"

I sit back down in the pilot's chair just as Chewie presses the throttle.

Just like that, we're gone from Courscant and headed towards Naboo.

The white blur that surrounds us begins to fade back to black as we exit lightspeed. Out of the Falcon's front view window is the beautiful blue-green planet known as Naboo.

I look down at the long range scanners, "I'm not picking up any Imperial ships, or a substantial ground presence...seems too easy. What do you think? Take her in quiet and fast, or do you want to do a little recon first?"

 

[Rain Dog]

Rotta the Hutt

​

I swallowed hard.

“This Huttling is unfit to lead!” Kumac bellowed.

“Now, now, maybe he’s got a point…” replied Jocoro.

“Rotta, the clan weakens with each day you’re in charge. Don’t be foolish. Abdicate your leadership to someone more suited for this position.”

“No, Gorga. You and the rest of the clan are to abandon all slaving operations in the Mid-Rim. Understood?”

A look of astonishment and rage quickly overtook his oily face. If I had surrendered to their will, they would have killed me. If I hung on to my power, they would try to kill me. I at least had some chance of survival.

“Rotta, you don’t know what you’re talking about. We do that and we’ll get even weaker. The Besadii clan is waiting to strike. They’ll take over our operations.”

The Besadii have been bitter rivals of the Desilijic for as long as anyone can remember. Until recently, the Desilijic clan had been the more powerful of the two. Now, the Besadii were just as, if not, more powerful. Of course, this was blamed on me. But I knew the Besadii’s major market was slave trade. I also knew they had a stronghold near the Core worlds. It shouldn’t take long for the New Republic to discover them and start cracking down on their operations, rendering them powerless. That’s what I had hoped, anyway.

“I’m not asking you to cease entirely,” I replied, “Just cease operations in the Mid-Rim. For now. Keep slavery and smuggling to the Outer Rim. Out of the Republic’s reach. If things look safe after a while, then we can resume.”

Kumac growled. Pazda the Elder sighed.

“We shall abandon slave operations in the Mid Rim, Rotta,” the old Hutt said begrudgingly, “But remember you and only you will be held responsible for any and all consequences of this action.”

I nodded.

“Meeting adjourned.”

One by one, they slithered out of the room. Everyone but Jocoro.

“Listen, Rotta, I know you don’t like doin’ this but be mindful of the clan’s interests. Listen to what they hafta say and you won’t have another bloody coup on yer hands.”

I nod and he exits. I admired Jocoro but I’m afraid I could not take his advice. I know what the clan wants and if I gave them what they wanted, they’d tarnish my vision for the future. Transitioning into the crime-free life would be difficult and timely but well worth it. No more gang wars or bloody coups. No more slaves or spice. Just reputable members of society. Respected but not feared.

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Dash Rendar

As Dash made his way to Mos Eisley, he noticed to what seemed to be a giant black line in the horizon. It only took him a second to realize what it really was. An entire force of Swoop Gangs, lined up, and ready to make way in his direction. Son of a--

There was no time to think to himself, he could see the cloud of dust behind them all. They were headed for him....full speed. He had to get back to the ship, and get the hell out of here. Dash Rendar never ran from anything, but when the odds of him getting killed were this bad; he had to. But he wasn't running without giving them a taste or two of who he really was.

Making a quick veer to the left with the Swoop, he started back in the direction of his ship, with both throttles pushed as far as possible. Apparently, his foes' rides were a bit faster. This things gonna' have to be modified. Dammit Dash, quit thinking, and do something!

"Alright boys! You want me? Then come get me!", he screamed in almost a maniacal way as he grabbed one of his thermal detonators from his rancor scale pouch, setting the timer for three seconds before tossing it behind him. The Outrider was visible in the distance...just a little longer.

The explosion behind him caused more damage than he thought as he looked backwards, watching as flames erupted, and riders rained from the sky. Damn.

That slowed them down just to give him enough time to reach his ship, the loading ramp sliding downward as he sped inside.

"That was quite a short trip, Master Rendar.", Leebo said, as he began readying the ship for takeoff. He knew what had happened; it was just that damn dry sense of humor he had.

Dash quickly made his way to the cockpit of the Outrider, firing up the main thruster and the deflector shield generator. He wasn't going to risk any of their small blasts to put a mere dent on his baby. Just as the swoop gang reached his ship, they were blown backward by the sudden takeoff, the YT-1400 zipping through the sky, and making it's way out of this dry planet.

 

[Catman_prb]

Episode I - Somewhere Else

"Fighters bearing down on our position," the pilot droid called from the cockpit.

"What?" Carron asked, spinning around "We just jumped through hyperspace,"

"We are in a different position...and these are not Imperial ships," the droid announced.

"It's like nothing I've ever seen before," Ko Laz said, a tone of awe in his voice.

Suddenly the incoming fighters opened fire, rocking the whole ship.

"Laz, are there any weapons on this thing?" the heavy set man shouted.

"Four turbolaser cannons," Ko shouted from his position on the co-pilots seat.

"Rorworr, Galak, Vine, you get on the defences with me. Everyone else, make sure the sheilds and life support systems stay up," he demanded, running off to one of the gun turrets.

Carron followed him, taking a left where the other man had taken a right, and setting himself down in the gunner's seat. He looked out at the expanse of black, that was peppered with stars and gas giants. He searched around for the fighters, and caught a glint of gold. Then he saw them. Three fighters, burnished gold, ornate carvings covering the body. Then it fired. The laser was bright blue, and it connected with the side of the ship closest to Carron.

"I got it!" the Rodian he had seen earlier called over the commlink.

"Kelko, no!" the red haired woman shouted "the ship will automatically seal it off,"

There was the sound of blast doors closing followed by a strangled scream.

"I've lost his lifesigns," Ko announced.

"Focus on hitting those fighters!"

Carron moved the gun around with the sticks in his hand, until he came to a lock over one of the fast moving starships. He squeezed the trigger, and red jets crashed into the side of it. It went up in a shower of sparks.

"That's one down," he said coolly, searching for another. The one he set his sights on immediately went up in flames, and there was a roar of approval from Rorwoor that indicated it was his kill. Fleetingly, he saw the last one and fired a parting shot at it, which clipped it on it's engine. It burst into flames and started spiralling down towards a green planet below.

"That's all of them,"

"Not by a long shot," Ko shouted "I see a capital ship moving in,"

"Go down to the surface, we can't take much more of this," the red haired woman screamed.

"I concur, the sooner we get out of this fight, the better," Galak said sagely.

"Entering the planet's gravitational field now,"

 

[Gallagher]

Kyle Katarn
Episode I: Family Ties - Part 2

Spoiler

"We're coming out of hyperspace now." Chimed Jan, sat in the co-pilot's seat next to Kyle as he rubbed his fingers over his bearded chin, deep in thought.

"I haven't seen you this worried since you got into a bar fight with those five Gamorrean mobsters."

"I've never heard my Dad that panicked for as long as I've known him. Whatever's after him is something dangerous Jan... And by my memory there were six of them."

As the Raven's Claw lurched out of hyperspace the planet Sulon emerged ahead of them.

"Welcome home." Jan said, a certain apprehension in her voice. Kyle didn't reply, his face one of grim determination.

***

Several moments later they had set down at the Katarn homestead, the door broken down in and smoke rising from the inside.

"DAD!" Kyle yelled sprinting into the blazing house, ignoring the cries of warning from his partner. Inside it was clear the house had been ramsacked even through the thick smoke, every draw emptied every piece of furniture overturned. The upstairs was unreachable, the fire engulfing it entirely.

"KYLE! Get out of there!" He heard the yells coming from outside but ignored them, pushing on into the kitchen. At the far end he noticed a protocol droid trapped by a peice of debris. Kyle rushed over and helped the mechanical servant up much to it's gratitude.

"Thank you stranger. You have saved me a trip to the scrap yards... It is just a shame my master's home isn't so fortunate."

"Come on!" The mercenary yelled over the blaze, grabbing the droid by the arm and exiting crumbling building.

As the two escaped the blaze the roof came crashing down, they watched on as Morgan Katarn's worldy possessions and, Kyle dreaded, even Morgan Katarn himself.

"Droid! Was your master in there?"

"No sir. Three men escorted him away rather quickly before setting the house on fire. My master did not seem to pleased with their assisstance."

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief for a second. His father was still alive, or at least hadn't died in the blaze.

"What did these men look like, were they wearing imperial markings of any sort?"

"I believe sir, that the leader was Governor Jerec. He has payed my master visits many times in past months, it often became a heated discussion, sometimes ending in violence against my master."

Kyle gritted his teeth, rage coursing through his body. Why hadn't he called for help sooner? He could have stopped this, Kyle thought.

"Jan, see what you can find out about this Jerec guy through the Republic. If he's remnant he's going to be on their database."

"What did you get?" Kyle Katarn asked eagerly as he sat with the Katarn family protocal droid, Jan Ors jumped down from the Raven's Claw and sat down beside him.

"Jerec, Govonor of Sulon during the reign of the Empire, dealt with the rebel threat here for years before it all came crashing down. Rumours where he'd taken a blaster to himself when he got word."

"Unlucky for us, he didn't." Kyle said with a sneer. "You got a picture of this guy?"

"Oh yeah." Ors said with a chuckle, handing Kyle a small pad.

Spoiler

"Interesting looking guy."

"You said it. There's an abandoned Imperial base just north of here, I got in touch with some locales who reported that power had recently returned. Seems like a good place to start." Jan reported, raising to her feet and dusting herself off. "We'll hire a speeder, no point taking the 'Claw."

"Yeah..." Kyle mumbled distracted, staring at the man in the picture trying to find some sense in it all. What did Morgan Katarn possibly have that would be of value to this man?

"Droid." He said, his commanding voice making the droid flinch slightly. "Do you think you can watch the ship?"

"Why of course. I shall await your return, hopefully with my master in tow."

"Hopefully... Come on Jan."

The two mercenaries grabbed the supplies they needed from the ship and headed out over the hill, leaving behind them the smoking ruins of the once homely Katarn abode.

 

[Rain Dog]

Rotta the Hutt

I sat atop a fine, cushioned dais as the luxury yacht gently sailed across the stars. The meeting was a successful one, yet I still felt uneasy. Now that that was out of the way I could attend to other matters. Coruscant was my next destination. I had previously contacted the owners of several of the planet's most popular clubs, casinos, and bars. If things go well, most of them should be mine by the end of this venture.

“Master Rotta, we have an incoming message via hologram. It’s Ephant,” said one of the crewmen.

“Patch him through.”

A hulking blue specter appeared in the center of the deck.

“Rotta, I hope the meeting went well.”

“Could have been better but successful nonetheless. What is it you need, Ephant?”

“Boss Momer has agreed to conduct business with us, Yarl Usseck has agreed to share some of his profits in exchange for protection, and Dash Rendar has taken care of the swoop gang. He contacted the complex a short while ago. He’s in his ship now, awaiting payment and further instruction.”

“Very good. Thank you, Ephant.”

The Chevin’s hologram disappeared. The crew transmitted a message via hologram to the Outrider.

“You’ve done well, Dash. I’ll have the credits transferred into your account immediately,” I said into the holocamera.

“As for that munitions shipment—you’ll be delivering that to Gorr the Hutt on Theed.”

Gorr Desilijic Ebelt controlled the largest criminal network on Naboo. Despite this, he was considered a failure and embarrassment by the other clan members. Although loyal and obedient, Gorr was dim-witted and cowardly. Perhaps this was the reason for his obedience. Gorr was stationed on Naboo by my Father, who believed he couldn’t harm the clan from so far away. Personally, I had nothing against the Hutt. In fact, I pitied him. Gorr, like me, had expressed interest in legitimizing his business in the past. However, unlike me, his desire to do so was mostly motivated by fear of incarceration or death.

“That is, of course, if you’re up for it.”

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Rotta the Hutt​

I sat atop a fine, cushioned dais as the luxury yacht gently sailed across the stars. The meeting was a successful one, yet I still felt uneasy. Now that that was out of the way I could attend to other matters. Coruscant was my next destination. I had previously contacted the owners of several of the planet's most popular clubs, casinos, and bars. If things go well, most of them should be mine by the end of this venture.

“Master Rotta, we have an incoming message via hologram. It’s Ephant,” said one of the crewmen.

“Patch him through.”

A hulking blue specter appeared in the center of the deck.

“Rotta, I hope the meeting went well.”

“Could have been better but successful nonetheless. What is it you need, Ephant?”

“Boss Momer has agreed to conduct business with us, Yarl Usseck has agreed to share some of his profits in exchange for protection, and Dash Rendar has taken care of the swoop gang. He contacted the complex a short while ago. He’s in his ship now, awaiting payment and further instruction.”

“Very good. Thank you, Ephant.”

The Chevin’s hologram disappeared. The crew transmitted a message via hologram to the Outrider.

“You’ve done well, Dash. I’ll have the credits transferred into your account immediately,” I said into the holocamera.

“As for that munitions shipment—you’ll be delivering that to Gorr the Hutt on Theed.”

Gorr Desilijic Ebelt controlled the largest criminal network on Naboo. Despite this, he was considered a failure and embarrassment by the other clan members. Although loyal and obedient, Gorr was dim-witted and cowardly. Perhaps this was the reason for his obedience. Gorr was stationed on Naboo by my Father, who believed he couldn’t harm the clan from so far away. Personally, I had nothing against the Hutt. In fact, I pitied him. Gorr, like me, had expressed interest in legitimizing his business in the past. However, unlike me, his desire to do so was mostly motivated by fear of incarceration or death.

“That is, of course, if you’re up for it.”

Dash Rendar

The Outrider made it's way through Tatooine's gravitational field at lightning speed, just before Dash switched to Autopilot, letting the thrusters cool down for now. Then, there was a sudden Tzzr behind him, creating the form of Rotta the Hutt in hologram form.

“You’ve done well, Dash. I’ll have the credits transferred into your account immediately,"

Dash smiled, that was a good ten grand well worked for.

"It was nothing. Though I was attacked on my way out, I still think the Gang should fall apart sooner or later.", Dash claimed with a grin, as LEEBO whirred around behind him, doing small maintenence on the ship.

“As for that munitions shipment—you’ll be delivering that to Gorr the Hutt on Theed.”

Dash then leaned back in his cockpit chair. Naboo was not far from Tatooine, it would be quick, simple. The weapons were already loaded into the cargo hold when he first met with Rotta, upon the agreement of doing two lines of work for him.


“That is, of course, if you’re up for it.”

"Oh I'm up for it...but what's in it for me, Rotta?", Dash said as he closed his hands together, observing the hologram of the sluggish creature. This was a big weapons deal, and he expected a fair amount.

 

[Byrd Man]

The white blur that surrounds us begins to fade back to black as we exit lightspeed. Out of the Falcon's front view window is the beautiful blue-green planet known as Naboo.

I look down at the long range scanners, "I'm not picking up any Imperial ships, or a substantial ground presence...seems too easy. What do you think? Take her in quiet and fast, or do you want to do a little recon first?"

"I'm going to contact our man on the ground. He's keeping Pestage under tabs for us. I'm going to see if the coast is clear."

I hit the switch and broadcast to the agent's commlink.

"Come in, this is Han Solo, Captain of the Millenium Falcon." I say into the mic. I was also given a codeword to give the agent to let him know I'm with the New Republic.

"The Ice on Hoth is slippery."

 

[Rain Dog]

Dash Rendar

The Outrider made it's way through Tatooine's gravitational field at lightning speed, just before Dash switched to Autopilot, letting the thrusters cool down for now. Then, there was a sudden Tzzr behind him, creating the form of Rotta the Hutt in hologram form.

“You’ve done well, Dash. I’ll have the credits transferred into your account immediately,"

Dash smiled, that was a good ten grand well worked for.

"It was nothing. Though I was attacked on my way out, I still think the Gang should fall apart sooner or later.", Dash claimed with a grin, as LEEBO whirred around behind him, doing small maintenence on the ship.

“As for that munitions shipment—you’ll be delivering that to Gorr the Hutt on Theed.”

Dash then leaned back in his cockpit chair. Naboo was not far from Tatooine, it would be quick, simple. The weapons were already loaded into the cargo hold when he first met with Rotta, upon the agreement of doing two lines of work for him.


“That is, of course, if you’re up for it.”

"Oh I'm up for it...but what's in it for me, Rotta?", Dash said as he closed his hands together, observing the hologram of the sluggish creature. This was a big weapons deal, and he expected a fair amount.

Rotta the Hutt

“I can pay you fifteen thousand after Gorr confirms the delivery. He’s bound to show his gratitude as well, so you stand to make at least twenty-four thousand,” I said to the smuggler.


Rendar was a shrewd man and his services were not cheap. However, I knew if he wasn’t satisfied with the amount I could just put pressure on Gorr to pay him more. A bit unfair, I admit, but it would work. I drew a glass of Corellian Merlot and took a sip as I awaited the smuggler’s reply.

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Rotta the Hutt

“I can pay you fifteen thousand after Gorr confirms the delivery. He’s bound to show his gratitude as well, so you stand to make at least twenty-four thousand,” I said to the smuggler.


Rendar was a shrewd man and his services were not cheap. However, I knew if he wasn’t satisfied with the amount I could just put pressure on Gorr to pay him more. A bit unfair, I admit, but it would work. I drew a glass of Corellian Merlot and took a sip as I awaited the smuggler’s reply.

Dash Rendar


"I can deal with that.", Rendar replied, while pressing the navigational tools on the console in front of him to set a course for Naboo.

"And if this Gorr is as much of a pansy as I think he is, I might get a little more.", Dash said, giving the Hutt a salute before turning the connection off. He then turned to Leebo, who was already in his station.

"Alright, this'll be a short trip.", Dash said with a smile, before setting all controls to prepare to jump into hyperspeed. Within seconds, the window pane in front of him began to glow a silvery blue, before the Outrider dissapeared in the blink of an eye.

The trip was short in length, as he said, for the planet of Naboo stood before him. Yet..there was someone else in his vicinity. The Falcon? Now that was a ship he hadn't seen in a while, along with the man inside it; and his furry friend of course. He couldn't help but to wonder why he was lurking outside the planet of Naboo.


Dash kept his distance from the Falcon, he didn't want to get involved in any "saves the day" kind of crap at the moment, anyway. Right now, he had precious cargo. Gorr the Hutt was expecting him, and his readouts showed that there was a landing pad at his palace up and ready. He then flicked a switch, sending a transmission to the hangar bay.

"This is Captain Dash Rendar of the Outrider; and I believe I have a present from cousin Rotta for Gorr the Hutt. Permission to land immediately, I'm in a hurry."

Static overwhelmed the intercom, before a Twi'lek voice echoed through his ears.

"Permission to land accepted, Captain Rendar. Master Gorr anticipates your arrival."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Joren Kel



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The door to the detention area opens, and we step in. And we are the only ones inside.

"I knew this was too easy." Dono says. He's right, for the most part this has been way too easy.Somehow they must have known we'd be coming.

Suddenly, the holoscreen on the main wall comes to life, and I see Amaral Kenso, and he has my mother.

"It's about time you showed up Joren, you really are predictable. But was all this...destruction necessary? All you had to do was knock." He says, mocking me.

"I do think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm in the central security chamber. I invite you to join me here. No tricks, I've ordered the rest of the Kath Hounds to let you pass. Please hurry, I'm not a very...patient man."

The holoscreen turns off. We stand there for a moment, then Dono turns to me.

"When someone says 'no tricks,' it's usually a trap."

"I know. Let's go."

"I was hoping you'd say that."


We leave the detention center, heading right for Kenso and my mother.

​

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Journal of the 501st
​

The men of the 501st and Renn's squad begin making their ways to the ships that will take us to Naboo. I listen to the often soothing sound of the soles of our boots hitting the steel floor of the Chimera, until a sharp beeping noise snaps my mind back into focus. I look down into the corner of my HUD, and see the calling signal of the Grand Admiral.

"Everyone wait." I call out and raise my hand, as the men all stop dead in their tracks. Renn and his men have a confused look on their face, and I can only assume mine do as well, hidden under the threatening visage of their Stormtrooper gear. "Yes, Grand Admiral?"

--

The call only lasted 20 seconds, and in the blink of an eye I'm back with the men. Still standing around waiting for an explanation, the members of the 501st and Renn's team look to me.

"The Grand Admiral has informed me that --" I begin, but I'm cut off by the commotion of multiple men making their way into the hangar. Dressed in the standard issue, pitch-black suits meant for pilots, they immediately head for their respective TIE fighters. My men look to the pilots before switching their gaze back to me.

"That." I say simply, motioning to the pilots. "A squadron of TIE fighters will be accompanying us on this mission, serving as escort, and air support if need be."

"With all do respect, sir." Shadow takes a step forward, visibly agitated. "Why? Does Thrawn think we can't handle this? We're the 501st, sir!"

"The Grand Admiral," I bark back, emphasizing the way in which he will address the Admiral. ", has deemed it necessary. I don't know why, if there even is a reason. But the order has been given, and that's all the 'why' you need, Private. Understood?"

"Y..Yes sir." Shadow begrudgingly moves back.

To be honest, if this order were coming from anyone other than Thrawn, I'd have my doubts as well. Throwing a squadron of TIE fighters on our tails almost certainly gives the Rebels a heads-up to where we're really going. But, again, this is Thrawn. He seems to make absurd decision every day, only to prove himself a mastermind in almost every way.

"Now move your asses, troopers, and let's bag ourselves a traitor." I call over the entire team, as we make our way to our shuttles, the mob of TIE fighers all humming and whirring to life, a metallic symphony of dread.​

 

[Jono Starsmore]

C o r r a n H o r n
New Beginnings: Part One
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Corran jumped upward from his cot, dripping sweat. Another dream. A dream of his father. In the lucid vision, it was as if he were five years old again, watching as his father practiced meditation. He always told Corran "It's just a game!", and always let him join in his sessions, though unknowing they were actually Jedi practices.

In the dream, it was as if he awoke to see his father, back turned, and in his lotus stance. As he approached him, his father turned to stare back at him, with those green eyes; one's that Corran inherited himself.

"Follow your instincts, son ; but do not let it consume you."

His fathers voice echoed in his head, just as everything melted around him, his fathers face dripping like candle wax before his eyes opened into the real world.

Wearing only trousers, he stepped out of his room. He had to report for duty in CorSec in two hours, to turn in his badge, and leave the planet. Word had it that Wedge Antilles was recruiting for the Rogue Squadron, and that dream inspired him even more so to go with his gut, and fight alongside the Alliance. However, the second thing his father said is was disturbed him the most..

Do not let it consume you..

It was puzzling to say the least; hell, maybe he was talking about his ego, or his competitive nature. But no, this was something more serious. It was just a dream..anyway.

Seeing that he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, he made a cup of caf and turned on the overhead light.

​

 

[Jono Starsmore]

C o r r a n H o r n
New Beginnings: Part Two​

"I hate to see one of my top officers, and pilots leave my force, Captain Horn.", General Karn said as Corran left the rest of his papers, resigning from the security force. The man stood tall, with a full uniform consisting of numerous badges; all green of course, seeing as it was CorSec's color of every standard uniform, or vehicle.

"You've been one of our top investigators, whether it be undercover, or simply preserving the peace of our city. Not only were you one of my best officers, you were immensely involved in the dissapation of Black Sun."

Horn nodded as the man praised him. He wasn't so arrogant to boast of his accomplishments, but he did know he has done much to enforce the law in Coronet City, and help bring down some of the top dealers with the former organization.

"You will keep your T-26 CorSec X-Wing, in rememberance of your fine piloting, that surpassed all of the students at the academy.", then the Sergeant smiled.

"I have been proud of your many duties here. Goodbye, captain."

"Thank you sir.", Corran said as he saluted the man, headed for the main hangar, where his loyal astromech "Whistler" awaited in his X-Wing. He was an R-unit, that had been helpful to him in many of his years as an officer; especially when retrieving data files and information. Corran glanced at the small gold medallion his father gave him before stepping up the ladder.

Already in his flight suit, he put on his helmet, stepping into the open cockpit of the vehicle. The pinkish glow of the jets in the very back of the ship illuminated the starport as he thrusted the throttle forward, soaring into the blue sky above him. Within only a few hours, Wedge should be in touch with him via comlink. It was time to meet the legendary Antilles.

​

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Joren Kel

​

Dono and I step into the darkened security center.

"I've got a bad feeling about this, Vod'ika" Dono says, and I have to agree. Something is telling me that we have indeed walked right into a trap.

Suddenly a bright white light illuminates the room, effectively blinding both of us.

"I hate when you say that...things always get messy...." I trail off as I'm interrupted by the sound of Kenso's voice.

"I'm so glad you boys finally made it. Listen carefully because I will not repeat myself."

My eyes begin to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, and my eyes meet his for the first time since this whole things started. Then my gaze is shifted to the person standing next to Kenso, my mother.

"Here's the deal and it is not negotiable...I own you. You do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. You work for me, no questions asked. From this moment on, you belong to me. You and your Mando dog. I hope, for your sake that you are hearing me, because if you refuse to do what I tell you, you WILL live to regret it."

"No deal, Kenso. You want to come after me, fine. You want to kill me, go ahead and try."

"You don't understand, kid...I'm not going to kill you..."He pulls out a blaster, and before any of us can react he fires off two bolts into my mother's head. "Such a shame that you didn't follow what I was saying. I said that you would live to regret it. And I've made good on that promise."

Even as I cry out, I draw my blaster. But Dono was right, this is a trap. I see several human shaped individuals coming out of the shadows, more Kath Hounds coming in to join the fight. Then I realize, the Hounds don't wear white armor. That's when it dawns on me...

"Stormtroopers..." Dono mutters under his breath as we both realize at the same time, The Kath Hounds are working with the Imperials.

As I stand there with my blaster leveled at Kenso, I find myself staring down the muzzle of several blaster rifles. For the first time in a long time I feel a surge of panic rip through me, and at that moment I felt something, as is somehow the Force was focusing itself through me, and suddenly the stormtroopers were sprawled out at the back of the room. Acouple of them were moving slowly, trying to regain their bearings after the shock of the force with which they hit the wall. I stand there for a moment, not knowing what had happened, but I quickly snapped out of it. I return my gaze to Kenso, trying to look like I'm in complete control.

"You killed my mother."

Kenso started spitting and stammering, trying to beg for his life.

"Sorry Kenso, I'm not in a forgiving mood right now."

And I fire my blaster, hitting him between the eyes.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

[YT]BQBmTvIwfCQ[/YT]

As the shuttle and it's escort of modified TIEs disappeared into hyperspace, Grand Admiral Thrawn leaned forward into his chair. Despite the tension building on the bridge, the Grand Admiral's face was a mask of calm.

"Send word to Captain Brandei to make his jump in exactly twelve seconds. And as soon as the message is sent initiate the hyperspace jump to the coordinates set in the nav computer."

As the crews signaled their acknowledgement of the order, they worked feverishly to carry it out. Timing was critical in this phase of the attack. Thrawn had made that crystal clear.
And the crew of the Chimaera perform admirably as the ship quickly disappeared into hyperspace...

--------------------

Alarm klaxons blared loudly throughout the base and the rolling thunder of turbolaser fire rocked the very mountain.

The Rebel sensors did not pick up the Imperial-Class Star Destroyers until they were on top of them. As impossible as it sounded, the two massive crafts had appeared from nowhere out of hyperspace and into perfect orbit around the planet.
Both ships opened up with a barrage that pin-pointed and destroyed the meager shield generator before it could be activated.

The confusion did not last long, however, and soon the Rebels were scrambling their squadrons of X-Wing and A-Wing fighters to assist the five corvettes already moving to attack the Imperial threat.

--------------------

Thrawn watched the holo display intently as three of the Assassin-class Corvettes positioned themselves around the Chimaera.

"Come to point three-seven-five, bearing two-four-four", ordered Thrawn in his usual cool voice.
"Prepare to fire all tractor beams at the corvette at mark-six-point-five."

The bridge crew obliged immediately, despite the obvious confusion to the order, and the massive ship turned downward, diving towards the planet.

"Fire!"

The tractor beams of the Chimaera locked on the Rebel starcraft and the smaller ship lurched downward...smashing into it's ally that was previously flanking the star destroyer.

"Starboard batteries", Thrawn barked as the two ships went up in a fiery explosion, "target remaining corvette and open fire."

The massive star destroyer unleashed it's fury on the remaining Rebel craft. The corvette, despite it's thick hull and shields, was not able to withstand the point-blank assault from the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer. In less than a minute, the Rebel ship erupted in a ball of fire.

"Status report on the Judicator."

"The Judicator has sustained some damage, but both attacking corvettes have been destroyed."

"Excellent", Thrawn nodded, his face never showing any hint of emotion as his eyes remained fix on the tactical holo before him.

"TIE squadrons are making short work of the outnumbered Rebel fighters, sir."

"Yes", the Grand Admiral agreed in a soft voice.
"I estimate the Rebel forces in orbit will be routed in another thirty-three seconds."

"Order the dropships to begin preparing for departure. And scramble the TIE Bomber squadron to prepare for a attack run on the planet's surface. Once they are finished clearing out the Rebel fighters, send the 181st to provide cover and air support for the ground forces."

"Yes, sir", nodded Captain Pellaeon as he began delegating the Grand Admiral's orders to the bridge officers.

"And send word to the Judicator to launch their dropships and scramble their bomber squadron. I want this over quickly, Captain, with as little loss of personel as possible."

"Yes, sir."

As Pellaeon gave the order and the message was sent, he silently thought back to his days at Vader's side. The Dark Lord would not hesitate to throw men and equipment recklessly forward, not caring how many were lost or destroyed.

Thrawn though was nothing like Vader, a fact that Pellaeon had quickly come to realize. If he had questioned some of Vader's decisions as he had Thrawn's, Gilad knew he would've been strangled long ago.
But Thrawn was unlike any of the Imperial Admirals or Commanders he'd ever seen. He seemed more concerned with the Empire as a whole, and the Imperial ideals than personal glory and pride.
With a brief chuckle, Pellaeon once more thought of that fateful battle above the forest moon, and how it would've played out had Thrawn been in charge...

 

[Harlekin]

“He's a card player, gambler, scoundrel. You'd like him.”​

Naboo, several hundred miles away from Theede

"Come in, this is Han Solo, Captain of the Millenium Falcon." I say into the mic. I was also given a codeword to give the agent to let him know I'm with the New Republic.

"The Ice on Hoth is slippery."

The voice comes over the receiver and Lando smiles as he takes the mic. “Han, you old dog. You ready for pick up? We haven’t spotted any Imperials yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re on their way.”

Sate Pestage could not help but grin as he thought of the remnants of the Empire.

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Dash Rendar

The Outrider landed gracefully on the landing pad, as a swarm of technicians came to it's aid, checking it's status. The loading ramp opened, and Dash stepped out, only to meet the bulbous eyes of Gorr himself, slithering toward him.

"Ah, Captain Rendar. Rotta has told me of your accomplishments. A pleasure, indeed.", the Hutt grumbled, a greenish slime dripping from his lower lip.

"I'm sure it is.", he said, as the Hutt motioned for his followers and assistants to unload the cargo.

"I'm willing to show you my gratitude with another ten thousand credits, for the speedy delivery."

"Sounds good ; just be sure to confirm the delivery with Rotta quickly.", he knew how some crime boss' could screw you over, especially when it came to transferring money to an account. And Dash was not one to be messed with.

"Of course, of course. Please,come and enjoy the entertainment and beverages in my lounge.", he said with a motion of his short arm toward the entranceway. Dash's pistol was holstered at his hip as always, safety off and set to kill. He wasn't taking any chances around these scum. Yet at the same time, he craved the adventure.

"I'll have an ale or two..."

 

[Andy C.]

WEDGE ANTILLES

THE DIRTY DOZEN:
PICK OF THE LITTER
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I've been reading flight data from hundreds of different pilots all over the fleet. I've already made a few choices--old faces that knew Rogue Squadron all too well, and some new pups that have the spark that could make them as great as I need them to be.

Frankly, the timing couldn't be worse.

I don't even have a finalized list yet, and it means I'm sitting out while the Empire is starting to flex its muscle again. Arba's getting hammered by a major Imp offensive, one that's pretty uncharacteristic of the Imperials since Endor. They've been more focused on strengthening what planets they still hold, tightening their defenses. Not lashing out in an assault that could've backfired on them.

It's a bold move...which probably means the Imp fleet has someone new in charge. And that's not good for anybody.

It's not good for the New Republic, because it means we'll be facing a new enemy that's got something to prove, one that we might not figure out how to fight before getting hit again.

It's not good for the undecided planets, because it means they're more likely to fall back under the sway of the Empire, for fear of what this new commander might do to them if they don't fall in line.

And it's not good for him, because once they're ready, Rogue Squadron is going to blow his fleet out of the sky.

"Emtrey," I call for the M-3PO droid that handles the more paperwork-heavy portions of running this squadron, "any responses yet from the contacted pilots?"

"Yes, Commander Antilles," the droid says officiously. "All seven so far have answered in the affirmative. They are all currently en route to the rendezvous in the Telos system, and should arrive by tomorrow evening."

"Good to hear. I'll try to hail Wes and Hobbie before they get here."

Telos would make for an excellent training ground for the Squadron. The planet has plenty of empty ruins, both planetside and in orbit, where my pilots can sharpen their skills and work on maneuvering through difficult terrain. It's far enough from the Core Worlds that we can operate without much hassle, and one of the most important parts of the new Rogues will be acting without being noticed--even by our allies in the Republic. And after the brutality of the Kwymar Suppressions, I don't think any of the natives have any love for the Empire.

Most importantly of all, Telos is only a few jumps away from Imperial space. Which means the second we're ready, we can start hitting them where it hurts.

I look again at the current roster. Every one of them is ready for this. The veterans' records in the war and the new kids' scores in sim have all put them in a class of their own. They're the best, but if they're going to survive, they'll need to be even better.

Derek 'Hobbie' Klivian
Wes Janson

Two of the original Rogues, genuine heroes of the Rebellion. People I had to fight tooth and nail with Salm to get them out of 'safer' squadrons where they were used mainly for their celebrity status, and get them back to where their skills were actually needed.

The other five are new to the unit:

Bror Jace
Riv Shiel
Lujayne Forge
Erisi Dlarit
Rhysati Ynr

That leaves me with finding four more pilots. I've got my eye on two in particular, but getting them approved by Salm is going to be like teaching table etiquette to a rancor. One's an absolute wizard in the cockpit, even better than his late cousin--but he's still just a kid. And the other....hooo boy, the other. Half of the New Republic would have me locked up for wanting him back on the Squadron, but I'd trust him with my life, and everyone else's for that matter.

The new Rogue Squadron will be at full strength before the week is out. And by the end of this month, we'll be in the air.

Here's hoping the New Republic lasts that long.
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