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

[Jono Starsmore]

Dash Rendar

As Dash followed the Hutt into the lounge, he wasn't surprised at the sudden, rather displeasing aroma. Some sort of incense; or probably the chainsmoking of "death sticks". Either way, he was headed toward the bar, where many different races slouched themselves upon. Moochers most likely, doing whatever the Hutt told them to do, just so they could get pissy drunk. The bartender, however, was a rather divine, blue-skinned Twi'lek, who immediately locked eyes with him as he approached.

"Mm, what'll it be stud?", she asked, licking her pierced lip slightly.

"Corellian Ale, sweetheart. And expect another one coming.", Dash replied, wedging himself in between a Rodian and another disfigured looking Human, who eyed him maliciously.

"This one's on the house.", she winked, before sliding him the glass. Just as he took a good gulp of the beverage, Dash was shoved by the human beside him.

"You messin' with MY girl, you scum?!", he growled, as the Twi'lek beauty gave him a look of disgust.

Dash knew this would happen. "Eh, keep your paws to yourself buddy ; we don't want any trouble here. Well, you don't, at least."

Rendar saw his Rodian friend reach for his belt, and quickly disarmed him, slamming his pointy face right into his drink, breaking the glass and connecting with the bar with a sudden burst of green blood. The other man had his pistol drawn, but was clearly aiming over his shoulder. Drunks, heh.

Dash simply grabbed the man's hand (to which held the blaster), and pointed the barrel at his own neck. "Listen scum, I told you. You don't want any trouble here ; and I don't wanna' have to inform Gorr of your behavior. Because, well, I guess I'm just a nice guy."

The man growled, and Dash simply delivered a fierce blow to the side of his head with his own blaster, sending him to the ground. Bar fights. Gotta' love 'em.

Pushing the now unconcious Rodian from the bar, he took another sip of his Ale, just as the Twi'lek leaned forward on the bar, revealing a nicely rounded cleavage and a lithe body, wearing only a "bandana" top and what seemed to be lingerie beneath.

"'bout time someone took care of those two. They've been lurking around here for weeks begging for a job."

"Sorry for such a messy first date, babe. I'll have a refill on that ale.", Dash said with a grin, regaining himself and finishing the glass before him. The Twi'lek giggled, refilling the drink quickly.

 

[Catman_prb]

Somewhere Else - Part 2

After hacking into the rest of the systems, Ko Laz had found out that the freighter they were travelling in was called the Blood Red Sky. The name didn't really thrill any of it's inhabitants. He had also found that their position didn't appear on any of the starcharts that the ship had on board.

"So we're in the Unknown Regions?" Carron asked.

"That appears to be the jist of it," Ko Laz said, leaning back in the co-pilots chair.

"I have a bad feeling about this," the red haired woman, Dane, said.

"I'm with ya there," Kurn, the heavy-set man said, glaring around the table.

"I think it would be wise to explore the immediate surroundings, and make sure we are not in any further danger," Galak said cooly "And I think we should bolt that droid to the chair, first chance we get,"

The others looked around at him.

"Why?" Carron asked.

"Why take a droid on a prison ship? Why not just deactivate it or mindwipe it. It either needs to be destroyed, or strapped down. Seeing as it's the only one that can fly the ship, I say strap it down,"

"That's crazy," Ko Laz said "The old man's just prejudice against droids, loads of old folk are,"

Galak moved so fast that no one could even pull a gun on him. He had the Zabrak by the neck with a blaster pistol to his head.

"Listen sonny, there are lots of things I've seen that would make you damn scared of those walking, talking garbage bins," he hissed.

Ko made a choking noise.

"If Master Galak would prefer, I could confine myself to the cockpit,"

"Whatever makes you happy droid,"

"Galak, put him down," Dane said, glaring at the old man. Galak dropped the technician to the ground, and walked off with a pronounced limp, muttering to himself.

"That old man's crazy, where'd you dig him up?" Ko Laz said, rubbing his neck.

"Beats me," Carron said, shrugging.

"Where's the Imperial?" Dane asked.

"One of the holding cells. Surool has her covered with a blaster rifle," Kurn said "I don't see why we don't just blast her,"

Rorworr roared loudly in complaint.

"Rorworr's right, we aren't animals,"

"He may be insane, but the old man's right. We need to have a look around the area, see what the hell we're facing," Ko said. The others nodded.

"I'll take Galak and Dane and go have a look," Carron announced.

 

[Gallagher]

Kyle Katarn
Episode I: Family Ties - Part 3

Spoiler

"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.

"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.

The speeder glided over the rough terrain of Sulon, it's occupant's silent as they approach a black complex, built on the side of a mountain.

"The Imperial's sure knew how to build 'em."

"Oh yeah, lovely place, shame about the squatters." Jan quipped, pointing toward the front entrance, three armoured troops patrolling the perimiter.

"Stormtroopers... So he is with the Remnant. Jan, slow down, we'll be better off on foot from here." Said Kyle, hopping out of the speeder and ducking behind it. Taking a pair of binocular's from his belt, Kyle surveyed the area.

"Not too heavily guarded, mustn't be expecting visitors."

"Yeah... Or it's a trap." Jan turned to her partner, eyebrow raised.

"Ok, good point... You stay here."

"What!?" Jan shouted before Kyle placed a hand on her mouth.

"Shh! If it IS a trap, I need someone to rescue me don't I? And seen as you're so good at that..." Kyle whispered, taking his hand away.

"Fine. Take this commlink and be careful." She said, shaking the commlink in his face, her voice stern.

"Oh come on Jan, what do you think I was going to do? Barge in there blaster in hand? Give me some credit." Kyle replied, acting offended, hands raised in the air.

"Ok fine... What is the plan then?"

Kyle smiled and reached into a pouch in his belt, taking out two EMP charges. Jan rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"You're not serious."

"Hey, no power, no alarms." Kyle smiled as he stuffed them back into his belt. "Ok. I'll go in, set these babies off, which is bound to cause some concern, find my father and get out of there."

"You're not going to go looking for this Jerec guy right?" Jan said warily.

"Of course not."

"Promise."

"Oh come on, do I strike you as a guy who goes looking for trouble...? Don't answer that."

 

[Rain Dog]

Ackbar

​

Ackbar stood before the thick glass window, watching a school of brightly colored fish swim by. It wasn’t home but it was the closest he would get for now. Victory Lake was a beautiful waterfront homestead on Coruscant. One could get lost in the serenity of the retreat and completely forget they were surrounded by a gigantic, busy and bustling city. The Mon Cal was enjoying peace for the first time in years. The New Republic was expanding and stabilizing. Things finally seemed to be coming in order. It was almost too good to be true.

There were some disadvantages to this newfound tranquility, however. Ackbar’s newly appointed role as Supreme Commander was becoming more and more of a “desk job”. Ackbar was also frequently called upon by Mon Mothma to participate in the political arena. He was not a fan of bureaucracy but he realized he needed to fulfill his duties.

The old Mon Cal stroked his tendril-beard as he gazed into the cerulean depths of the lake. He gave a sigh of satisfaction and made his way upstairs to the above-water portion of his home. How long would this last?

 

[Johnny Blaze]

RETURN OF THE KING ~ Part 2​

Boba Fett walked down the streets of Phelar, the crowd parting like the sea for him as he strolled along.
But as fearfully respectful the crowd was to the armored man, Fett noticed that one of them didn't feel the same way.

He had gotten the information he needed from Karrde's associate, Aves, and parted ways with the man. But, upon leaving the Thirsty Mynoch, Fett saw that he had picked up a tail.

It wasn't Phelar security. The man's walk wasn't uniform enough to be a soldier. And it wasn't a mugger, as nobody would be stupid enough to choose Fett as their target out of a crowd full of ripe marks.

Had to be competition, was what Fett decided on.

It was too crowded for a confrontation here, so Boba ducked down a side alley out of the way of the bustling streets.
The alley was narrow with nothing in the form of cover save for a trio of containment drums sitting neatly next to the back door of the building on the left.
As he walked depper into the alley, Fett brushed his hand against the side of the building, feeling the rough, uneven metal through his gloves.

After a few more meters in, he came to a stop. The sensors in his helmet beeping that the tail had just entered and was coming up behind him.

Fett calmly turned around to face the green-haired and rough-faced man dressed in a parka and old Rebel flight suit.

"If you're planning on following somebody, I'd work on your technique. Might as well have been riding on a Bantha."

The man seemed to get a bit angry at the comment, but the anger quickly subsided.

"The great Boba Fett. Not what I expected. Figured you be more imposing given your old status."

"I'm sorry I didn't live up to your expectations", Fett shot back, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he let the comment slide.

"Now...why were you following me", Fett asked, his voice turning to ice as he hand brushed against the butt of the blaster rifle resting at his side.

"Name's Gavin McCloud", replied the man as he rested his hands on his belt, just inches away from the pair of blaster pistols resting neatly in their holsters.
"I'm a bounty hunter, like you."

"Are you now", Fett questioned with a slight tilt of his head.

"And I take it you're here for the Dresden bounty?"

"Nope", Gavin said as he spat on the ground next to him.
"I'm here for you."

"Interesting. And what do I owe the honor of having the great...whatever your name was on my trail?"

"Gavin. McCloud", the man said with a touch of annoyance.

"And I'm here to give you an offer."

"Really", Fett asked, his hand still resting on the butt of his weapon.
"And what offer might that be?"

"You've been out of the game for a while, so you may have missed it. A new Bounty Hunter's Guild has formed since the Empire's defeat."

"And you want me to join your little club, is that it?"

Davin shifted his stance a bit, his eyes doing their best to study the man standing before him.

"Yes. Under Guild mandate, all active Hunters must register with the guild. As such, they are garuanteed Guild protection, the highest quality of equipment, access to information networks, and high level bounties from all sectors."

"Really", scoffed Fett.
"And I suppose they offer all this free of charge?"

"The Guild requires it's members to pay a fee of twenty-percent of their earnings from each job. A fair price considering the benefits gained."

"Benefits gained", Fett laughed in the man's face.
"Clearly you're new to this game, boy. But if your masters think they can sit back on their backsides and collect money from me they've got another thing coming."

"Tell them that Boba Fett is a slave to no man."

"Sorry, Fett", snorted Gavin, "afraid that's not how it works. Solo Hunters are a thing of the past. If you're not with the guild..."

He let the sentence trail off, his hand resting on his blaster completing the threat nicely.

"So it's you're either with us, or against us? Is that the Guild's stance now? To hunt down those who don't fall in line like good little puppets?"

"Like you said, you're either with us...or against us", Gavin repeated, his face turning suddenly cold as he reached for his blaster.

The wall next to the man exploded outward, the force smashing him into the wall on the opposite side of the alley.
The small detonator that Fett placed on the wall as he came into the alley was practically invisible. One would have to be actively searching for it to see it. And poor Gavin had never known until it was too late.

The man groaned as he slowly tried to rise to a sitting position. His head was still spinning and his vision hazy. He could feel a warm trickle of liquid running down the back of his skull that he could only assume was blood.

He blinked, trying to refocuse his vision, and his eyes went wide when he saw that he was looking down the barrel of Fett's sawed-off blaster rifle.

"I hope that I'm finally living up to your expectations", Fett uttered in an emotionless, monotone voice before he fired a single shot into Gavin's skull.

As the body of Gavin McCloud slumped to the ground, Boba Fett noticed the growing crowd of curious bystanders entering the alley.
In the background a trio of Phelar security began to push their way through the growing mob of onlookers.

Fett quietly chided himself. It was time to leave Eriadu behind him, and quickly...

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Joren Kel
​

The atmosphere above our heads is singed as blaster bolts whiz right past us. Unfortunately whatever it was that I did in the security center didn't stun the stormtroopers long enough, because they were back on our tails just as we got out of the room.

We continue down the hallway, returning fire without aiming, we just put our arms back and fired, hoping for the best. Unfortunately we were about as effective as a Gungan on too much caf. So we just continued running, until we heard more footsteps coming toward us. We make a quick right turn and find a doorway up ahead.

Dono goes right to work opening the door, which of course is locked. Just as he begins trying to slice into the door, a blaster bolt explodes off the wall just inches above his head. I turn and face our attacker, a lone stormtrooper and fire, hitting him square in the chest. Unfortunately for us, the rest of his patrol are right behind him. Dono just barely got the door open in time, we stumble through the door into the crowded street.

"Hurry up, and get in!" The voice belonged to Kelsa, she was sitting above us in a speeder, and as always she was a sight for sore eyes.

"Took you long enough." I said with a grin, the events that have just unfolded haven't really sunk in yet.

"What the kriff happened? Nyna's been trying to raise you on the comlink, we got worried."

"Just drive, we'll explain on the way."

"Where to?"

"Away from here."

Her face falls a bit, maybe I was a bit harsh with her.

"My mother, she..."

I couldn't bring myself to say it. I couldn't say she's dead.

We had barely gotten into the sky lanes when more stormtroopers emerged from the Hounds' base, but by then it was too late, we had made our escape.

 

[Saved]

Naboo airspace.
Time: 0500

Sigma Squad relaxes in the open area inside an Imperial Landing craft. The ship is mostly quiet, the interior nearly dead silent. All that is heard is a slight rattling from the airvents.

Each of the members goes about their buisness. Slash holds a jagged piece of rock in his hand. He holds his E-13 issued blaster in the other, and carefully scrapes the rock onto the sharp metal edge at the barrel of the gun. He smiles as he rubs the rock back and forth, taking care in his work.

Next to him, his pod brother Rack sits on the bench. Along his sleek black armor are silver scratches. They adorn his arm, carefully enscribed with a vibro blade. Rack sits calmly with his eyes closed, leaning against the cold metal of the ship.

Across from the two commandos sit the remaining two of the team. Commando Adenn sits on his bench. His face is covered in many scars, each one he remembers and relishes. His helmet covers his wounds, the red "T" on the front barely showing the ammount of blood the commando has spilled. As he sits, he polishes his blaster, rubbing it carefully with a fine cloth. He takes pride in his weaponry. It is the only thing that brings him home after every mission.

The last and final member of Sigma Squad is Commando Vill, a Commander and leader of the team. After his many victories with the 501st, Vill was awarded his squad and appointed to the commando units. Here he has fought with his team; following orders mission after mission.

Vill's unit has been remembered for many things. The successful sieges, the recovery missions, the most objectives met by any commando team. But the thing that his squad is most known for is something shocking, something unheard of in the commando ranks. Vill's team hasn't lost one member since they formed up. A true feat to achieve.

"So why are we here on Naboo, anyway?" Slash asks, looking up from his gun. "I mean, we just finished the sabatoge on Felucia. Why are we back in action already?"

"That's the way it works, kid." Adenn says, continue to polish his weapon.

"Yeah, I know. But I was hopin' to get back to a Star Destroyer and run through a few simulations."

"Why would you want to do any more simulations?" Adenn asks in an irritated voice. "Didn't get enough on Kamino?"

[BLACKOUT]"Slash just wants to run some more sims cause he wants to operate the speeders." [/BLACKOUT]Rack says, laughing as he taps his brother on his shoulder.

"What, you want to be a scout?" Adenn scoffs.

"No," Slash says in an embarrassed voice. "I want to use them on a mission or something."

"Come on, kid. Really?" Adenn says with a grin. "We never use vehicles on our missions."

"Well, I want to be able to do it at least once." He responds, placing his gun carefully next to him on the bench.

"Maybe after the war Vill can get you signed up to the patrol units on Kashyyyk." As the commandos joke around, an hologram suddenly appears in the room from a disk on the floor. It's image flickers as it comes through, and the Commandos fall silent.

"Good morning, Commandos." The hologram says, coming into focus. A Storm trooper stands before them, cladded in the usual armor. It is Advisor, the commandos most important asset.

"Advisor," Vill says, nodding to his fellow trooper.

"Hello, Sigma 09." The glowing image says to Vill. "Commandos, I have your mission."

"Great," Adenn says, looking up from his polishing. "We were waiting for the punchline."

"Commandos, as you know a special unit comprised from the 501st and other teams is going after Sate Pestage. He is about to be transported from his bunker here on Naboo, and taken to a safe location. Pestage knows Imperial secrets and he must be apprehended at all costs."

[BLACKOUT]"So we're going as back up?" [/BLACKOUT]Rack asks.

"Not exactly, Sigma 67. I've been given orders from Admiral Thrawn for something different." Advisor pauses, and then holds his fingers to his mask. "Yes. Emperor Palpatine had a base on Naboo before the clone wars. Here he stored data inside the Palace's computers. Admiral Thrawn needs you to get to the palace, extract the data, and wipe the computers clean." Vill looks to the other commandos as they all nod in agreeance.

"So we pose as back up, break off, and find the data terminals, slice it, get our intel, and clean out any traces. That it, Advisor?" Adenn asks.

"Yes, Sigma 48. After that, rendezvous with the Imperial squad, and head back to the ships. We'll take you back to the Stormhawk for date retrieval. Then, you'll be sent to your next mission."

"No breaks again, Slash." Adenn laughs. "You think your pilot's license can wait?"

"Commandos!" Vill shouts, getting everyone's attention. He turns back to Advisor, and nods to the image. "Our objective is clear, Advisor."

"Good work, Commandos. Advisor out." The hologram fades, and soon terminates as the transmission ends. The craft slowly stops, and it begins to descend as it lands on the grassy surface of the planet. Vill raises his arm to his commandos, and they rise to their feet.

As the commandos assemble their weapons and lock their armor, Vill opens a compartment on the wall. He pulls out the door, and reveals a weapon concealed inside. He smiles under his helmet as he pulls out his choice weapon. Rack stares at the gun with prestige as he amazes at its craftsmenship.

[BLACKOUT]"The bowcaster, sir?"[/BLACKOUT] He asks respectfully.

"I'd find it appropriate, commando." Vill says with pride, locking a clip into it's middle, and placing the weapon on his back. He locks into place on his armor, and reaches forward, grabbing his standard issued E-13 Imperial blaster. "What better time to use a sniper than when storming a palace?" The commandos laugh, and Vill locks his blaster into position.

"Alright commandos, get ready. This will be tight and transmissions should stay on the line between the four of us for the majority of the mission."

"Yeah, but if we're staying on one frequency I don't want to hear Slash's banter."

"On can it, 48." Slash says, holding up the sharpened blade at the tip of his blaster. "You want another scar?"

"I don't want to waste any blood at your expense."

"Lock it up, Commandos!" Vill shouts, gaining control over his men. The door to the craft opens, and the bright sun of Naboo already begins to shine inside the vehicle. "Vode an." Vill says to his men. "Brothers all."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Joren Kel
​

After losing the Imperials we head to Nyna's apartment, where I promptly find the most isolated spot in the place and sit...and think. Kelsa wants to come over and comfort me, but Dono stops her. He understands a person's need to be alone after suffering a loss like I just did.

Mom....I still can't believe it. After everything that she did for me, I'm responsible...No, I can't think like that. Kenso would have done that anyway. But at least I got him.

But one thing keeps going through my head, and I can't shake it. When those stormtroopers attacked us, I felt something, it was almost like the Force went through me...and knocked those troopers back against the wall. I remember my father telling me stories of Jedi who could do things like that, claimed that he was one of them...and that with enough training I would be too. But I always told myself those were just stories, even with all the training he gave me when I was a kid, and even some of the stuff I kept practicing after he died...I didn't honestly believe it was true. It can't be true, if it were he wouldn't have....

I mean, sure, I know that the Force is real, I've used it. But I used it to perform parlor tricks, and occasionally to cheat at Sabaac. But never like this, never...as a weapon. Now I realize that my father was telling the truth, and I sit here wishing that he could have taught me so much more. More than moving an object from across the room, more than how to swing a lightsaber and parry an attack. I guess that's just one more thing the old man failed to do.

I'm aware of voices in the room, shouting, panic. I finally look up and Nyna is standing in front of me, shaking me.

"Come on Joren, they're here! We've got to get out of here, NOW!!"

I find myself moving toward the back of the room where Dono shoves me out the rear escape route that we'd established just incase anything like this happened. Before I can even think I'm sitting in the back of Kelsa's speeder.

"Where to now?" Dono asks.

"My place, my father can get us out of here on his ship, at least until this blows over." Kelsa says.

"No, first we have to go to my place, there's something that I need to do. Then we go."

They all agree to go to my place before we leave.


Later

The apartment is dark, cold. It's strange coming here, knowing that I'll probably never see this place again. Even if I come back to Nar Shaddaa, I don't think I'd be able to bring myself to come back here. So many memories, so much sadness. I have a hard time being here now. But I fight through my emotions and I make my way to my bedroom. It takes a moment for me to find it, but I do find what I was looking for. I reach under my bed and pull out a durasteel box. In it are a few keepsakes my father had left me, but I'm only here for one thing in the box. I open the box, and inside is the lightsaber that he had wielded during his time as a Jedi. I take it out of the box, ignoring the sheets of flimsi that he had included with it, lessons that he hoped one day I would learn. As I hold the lightsaber in my hand, I am hit with a sudden realization...I don't know why I felt the need to come here to get this. I'm no Jedi, I have no use for this weapon. But then it dawns on me, it's not about the weapon, it's the last connection I have with my father. I put the lightsaber in my bag and begin to leave, but then something else catches my eye, a holoimage of my mother and I, taken a few years after my father had died. I take that as well, and then I head back out to the speeder.

 

[absonic93]

LE-BO2D9 performed a routine scan of the land.

While Dash Rendar was away on his daring missions, Leebo, as he was known, always found ways to keep himself busy onboard. It was in his programming to make sure the operations were under control, and nothing happened to his master.

BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep

It was moments like now that made the droid's dedicated scanning worth it. With whatever panic a droid could express, Leebo contacted Dash via the comm.

'Sir, scanners on the Outrider are picking up incoming ships entering orbit of Naboo'

He waited for his master to respond, imagining he had already gotten into trouble of his own.

"What kind of ships Leebo? I'm kinda busy at the moment"

'My sincerest apologies sir, but I recommend you focus back on the mission you actually have a chance at completing"

Joking with his master was plainly nature to Leebo, rather than something he took pleasure in. Leebo could hear Dash's usual cussing about his programming before he replied back.

"Just tell me what's arriving"

Sounding calm as any droid would even in a crisis situation, Leebo informed his master of his new findings.

'Imperial Ships Sir. Several TIE Fighters that are hyperdrive-enabled. I'm calculating their current position, and their altitude and I've pinpointed their desired destination"

"Which is?"

'Theed Palace sir. And from the reports on our scanners, they appear to be leading a small, lethal operation on the palace.'

Even Leebo recognized what this meant. There job was about to become a bit more complicated.

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Dash Rendar

Just as Dash was going to enjoy his second glass of Ale, he recieved a disturbing message from his loyal droid, LE-BO2D9, nicknamed "Leebo".

Imperials? Here? No wonder Solo was lurking in orbit of the planet.

Thinking of the possible outcomes, he knew in his heart he would have to assist his old friend -- but at what cost? Well, there would be no cost at all, actually. Just throwing in his own two cents like the rest of them. His only question was to why they would be invading. Right now there was really no time, Solo, and the Alliance needed his help. And seeing as he was a walking corpse to mostly everyone, it gave him the advantage. He got his credits, he got what he came for. Now, he was going to be right slab in the middle of Imperial blaster fire once again. Yet, another side of him wanted to just leave.

No. There was no way in hell he was leaving. Reaching to his comlink, he responded to the droid.

"Leebo, ready the Swoop I managed to snag on Tatooine. It's time Dash Rendar came back from the dead."

He threw two coins on the bar's surface, giving a wink to the now dissapointed Twi'lek, who puckered out her bottom lip.

"Sorry sweetcheeks, but I gotta' run.", he said, before leaving the lounge with a quickness, headed for the exit.

 

[absonic93]

"Leebo, ready the Swoop I managed to snag on Tatooine. It's time Dash Rendar came back from the dead."

Leebo immediately understood his master, and headed for the cargo room where the swoop lay. Coming upon it, Leebo made a few last minute preparations before his master returned to take it out for a spin.

His program as an engineer allowed Leebo to become very adept with machinery and tools, some which were built on him for immediate access.

As he worked, he once again heard the alert sound of the Outrider. Racing to the bridge, he looked to out the cockpit to see several Theed guardsmen making their way towards the ship. Leebo had calculated their ideal reasons, and figured they were most likely trying to prevent his ship from leaving the planet.

Leebo didn't hesitate for a moment, and quickly took his seat, and started up the ship. Taking control manually, he took off from the landing pad and hovered briefly in midair to take some shots at the guardsmen, which they were not expecting. The surviving men quickly found cover, and began shooting at the Outrider, but to no avail. Leebo had already taken the ship away out of their range of fire.

Activating the ships comm unit again, Leebo contacted Dash.

"What, miss me already?"

'Sir, it appears we have an immediate situation'

"What do you mean Leebo?"

'A squad of Traitorous Theed Guardsmen attempted to raid your ship. As a strategic maneuver, I've taken the Outrider away from our previous landing zone, and I'm coming back around in 8.76201 seconds. I do believe however, we require a new rendezvous point.'

Just then, a sudden impact took Leebo by surprise.

'And according to scanners Sir, they're not letting us leave.'

 

[Rain Dog]

Rotta the Hutt​

​

The yacht exited hyperspace before the bright glowing jewel that was Coruscant. We were to land in the Uscru Entertainment District, an area once bustling with vibrant nightlife. Over time and Imperial subjugation, however, the district has fallen victim to urban decay. The Empire allowed less and less aliens in the district and crime began to flood the streets. That would soon change. I will restore it to its former glory.

“Sir, incoming message from Gorr the Hutt.”

I gestured at the crewman to patch him through. Gorr’s image was projected before me.

​

“Rotta, my boy! How are we doing?”

“Fine, Gorr.”

“Wonderful! You know Rotta, you should pay no heed to the others. I fully support your plans for the clan.”

“Thank you, Gorr. I assume you’re calling about Rendar?”

“Rendar? Oh—the smuggler, yes. Shipment got here just fine. I tossed him some creds out of gratitude.”

“Good to hear. So, we’re all done, then?”

“Yes. Unless, of course, you request something of me. In which case, I’d be happy to oblige.”

“No, I’m fine. Goodbye, Gorr.”

The transmission is cut and his projection disappears.

“Master Rotta, the Uscru landing pad has granted us permission to land. We should be there shortly.”

“Excellent,” I said, taking another sip of merlot

 

[Catman_prb]

Somewhere Else - Part 3

They had somehow managed to land in the clearing of the biggest forest that Carron had ever seen. After three hours of walking east, they saw smoke rising a little way north.

"Let's go have a look," Dane said. Galak, however, seemed more cautious.

"I don't think we want to know what's over there," he said sagely.

"Carron, you get casting vote," the red haired woman said. He smiled slightly, he figured it may come down to this.

"Let's go see," he said, making his way through the dense foliage. Dane walked up to join them, and Galak stayed a little behind, muttering loudly about the follys of youth.

"So we haven't really talked much," he started carefully. She smiled.

"No, we haven't," she said.

"Nice girl like you, how did you end up on an Imperial prison ship?" he said, holding a branch out of her way.

"Imperial 'justice' wasn't exactly just," she said bitterly.

"Is that code for 'you're not going to tell me'?" he asked. She glared at him, then smiled brightly.

"Pretty much. Maybe I'll tell you another time," she said. Carron shrugged.

The smoke was coming from a clearing just ahead. Pushing through what appeared to be a seven foot bush, he saw a sparkling gold ship with ornate carvings on. The fighter that he'd winged earlier, that had gone down on the planet. It figures that they landed close enough to get a look.

"Okay, we've seen it. We should go now," Galak said.

"We've come this far," Dane said, taking a step towards the golden ship.

"Dane, let's cut our losses and get the hell out of here," Corran said, stepping towards her.

Dane ignored him and layed a hand flat on the gold surface. There was a hiss of hydraulics, and the surface started to lift up. Dane hopped back like she'd been burnt. Corran jumped forwards, and grabbed the red haired woman by her shoulder, pulling her back. Galak pulled the blaster pistol from his side and aimed it at the opening interior.

Then it stepped forwards. The first thing he registered was that it wasn't human. The second thing was that it wasn't any alien he had ever seen. It's feet were cloven hooves, but flat on the floor. The legs were like pillars of rock, jet black and strong as durosteel. It's face seemed to be twisted in an obscure mix of agony and delight. And there were horns. It reminded him slightly of a huge, muscular devaronian.

Then it screamed. Long after it's powerful jaws closed it reverberated around their skulls. The scream told of a thousand empires rising and falling, oceans of blood, a planet of graveyards, untold pain and eternal helplessness. Carron and Dane dropped to the ground, they themselves screaming, hands over their ears. Carron tasted blood in his mouth, and then the screaming stopped. Instead he heard blaster fire. Galak was standing up, shakily, blood running down from his nose, firing the blaster pistol one handed at the monster. It still hadn't moved from it's spot.

"Take the girl and run!" he shouted "I'll hold this beast off,"

Carron lifted the sobbing Dane up and slung her over his shoulder. And then he ran.

 

[Jono Starsmore]

Dash Rendar

'And according to scanners Sir, they're not letting us leave.'

Blast! Dash thought to himself. He had to come up with a plan to get out of the vicinity, and fast. Then, an idea popped into his head. Seeing as the two drunks were still not disposed of, he kindly picked both of them up, each leaning on his armored shoulder-pads. As he exited the lounge, he made his way toward the landing ramp, where Leebo should be picking him up, however, there was a handful of Theed guardsmen were waiting for him.

"Are you the pilot of that ship, sir?", an officer asked, his eyes filled with corruption and his blaster raised and ready to fire. The Outrider was making it's way back. If there was anybody, or thing, he trusted piloting his ship, it was LEEBO.

Dash replied as if he'd consumed at least twelve Correllian Ale's, swerving from side to side with the two. "Me? Nawwwwww, I jus' havin suh'fun wi'my ole buddies, headins back to the sabaaaac tables!",he slurred to the troops.

Some of the officers just shook their heads, making their way back to their posts, still, three remained. Well, it was all or nothing now.

Dash quickly tossed the possibly still unconcious Rodian toward one of the officers, knocking them both off of the landing pad, while holding the other male as a human shield, drawing his blaster and nailing one of the officers right in the head, knocking his helmet off and sending him off of the landing pad as well. The last officer returned fire, with two bolts connecting with the fat belly of his human shield. Dash allowed his modified blaster to charge a worthy bolt before pulling the trigger. The charged bolt connected with the soldiers chest, causing him to stumble backward and fall, dropping his blaster.

Just in time, Leebo.

As the Outrider approached, he heard the clatter of more Theed Security officers coming his way. Probably heard the gunfire ; but he would be gone by then. The loading ramp of his ship lowered quickly , though the ship did not stop moving. Taking a leap of faith, he made it onto the ramp, just as a good twelve bolts of blaster fire barely missed him.

"You know Leebo, you coulda' gotten just a little closer.", he said, holstering his blaster as the Outrider made it's way out of the range of fire.

 

[Franklin Richards]

Double.

 

[Franklin Richards]

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Repairs finished. The IG-2002 is ready. We will return to the foundry. We will return to the foundry. We will return to the hunt.

IG-88B accessed the hatch to the 2002 and walked past the repair droid without a word. The 2002 looked pristine. The 2002 was the first IG-2000 the IG's had commisioned on Mechis III since the Battle of Endor. She had an Ion cannon, two laser cannons and two tractor beams. It's the tractor beams and the ions that have snared the most bounties. Quite a combination and the tractors were far above the standards. This new IG-2002 was top of the line.

Once 88B boarded the ship a cadre of IG-100 MagnaGuard droids boarded the 2002. The droids dispersed to their crew stations. Some to the brig. Some to the weapons arrays. Some to the bridge.

"Set course for Tatooine. Deactivate inertial dampeners. No bios on board."

"Roger, roger."

Time to find some work.

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[Carnage27]

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

Naboo, several hundred miles away from Theede



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.

Lando. I can't help but smile. The no-good scoundrel almost got us killed on Cloud City, but he's come through for us time and time again.

Warnings go off in the cockpit, and I look down to the scanners.

"I hate to break up our little reunion but we've got Imperial Ships that just exited hyperspace."

I look at Han, "I think it's time to grab our friend and get out of here."

 

[wiegeabo]

I walk out of the temple, using the Force to guide me where I want to go. Stepping out of the second lift, I step onto the landing bay on the temple's lower level. I take a few steps towards the open maintenance room, but I hear him before I even see him.

The short burst of whistles make me smile. I crouch down to check my old friend out. "How are you doing today, Artoo? All charged up?"

Artoo bleeps in the affirmative and starts following me as I stand and start walking across the launch bay. "Good. I was thinking we may take a trip, if you're up to it."

He gives me his long low questioning whistle.

"I was thinking Coruscant. I'm ready to start looking for students."

Artoo bleeps in whistles, happily shaking from side to side. "Yeah, I know it's been hard staying here. I miss them too." Artoo bleeps. "Yes, even Threepio." Artoo grunts in amusement.

I walk over to my x-wing fighter. A gift from Mon Mothma, when I resigned my commision, for my years of service to the Alliance and New Republic. "Tell you what, you get the pre-flight started and I'll start packing the equipment. Then I'll change into my jumpsuit and we can take off."

Artoo warbbles in agreement and rolls over the ship to begin the powerup and diagnostic sequences. I smile and walk over to the supply closests to put together some provisions and equipment. I feel a small rush of adrenaline, but quickly calm myself and grin.

Guess it's starting to feel a little like old times...

 

[Byrd Man]

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

Naboo, several hundred miles away from Theede



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.

I smile as I start to lead the Falcon into Naboo's atmosphere.

"Just hang on you old pirate, we'll be there in a minute."

Warnings go off in the cockpit, and I look down to the scanners.

"I hate to break up our little reunion but we've got Imperial Ships that just exited hyperspace."

I look at Han, "I think it's time to grab our friend and get out of here."

"Imperials? I don't think this is a coincidence, Chewie. They're after Pestage too."

I push down on the old girl's accelarator. If it comes down to a footrace for this guy, I'm thankful that I got the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.

 

[Jono Starsmore]

C o r r a n H o r n
An Undetermined Fate : Part I

Coruscant


I don't know what brought me here. After my resignation from CorSec, I was really in limbo of where to go next. Coruscant, basically the political capital of the universe, seemed worthy of a place to find work ; other than my duties with the Alliance. Wedge Antilles would be in contact with me soon with further instructions...but for now, I was here. The pulsating bass of music rang through my ears as I sat at the bar, drinking a small caf, and observing my surroundings. I was clad in a green flight jacket, bearing the emblem of the CorSec security force, along with a white undershirt and slacks. A rancor-scaled utility belt was slung across my waist, with a holster carrying my DH-17 Blaster pistol.

I wouldn't dare come to a place like this, unarmed. Not that every person or alien in this cantina was a thug ; but I'd say a good percentage had some innocent blood on their hands. It was that feeling, that intuition that always seemed to guide me...get me out of trouble. I couldn't explain it, really. Maybe I'm just lucky.

 

[Catman_prb]

"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.​

Renn had taken it upon himself to pilot the Imperial shuttle to take them into the Naboo system. They had just about managed to fit the Chariot's in the back, although his squad were storing most of their equipment in them. As they dropped out of hyperspace, the TIE fighter squadron tight on their tail, he noticed another ship on the sensors.

"Commander Bow," he said loudly, not taking his eyes of the screen in front of him "There's a ship on sensors sir. I think it's safe to say that it's the rebels going in to pick up Pestage. We should make landfall slightly before them, but we need to meet up with Sigma Squad first. Any chance to slow them up would be good. Shall I order the TIE fighters to intercept sir?"

It's a leading question, he thought silently to himself, just say yes so I can get on with this.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

"Commander Bow," he said loudly, not taking his eyes of the screen in front of him "There's a ship on sensors sir. I think it's safe to say that it's the rebels going in to pick up Pestage. We should make landfall slightly before them, but we need to meet up with Sigma Squad first. Any chance to slow them up would be good. Shall I order the TIE fighters to intercept sir?"

It's a leading question, he thought silently to himself, just say yes so I can get on with this.

Journal of the 501st

There was a quiet rage in Lieutenant Renn's voice. I know it all too well. No doubt he wants to jump at the first chance he gets to avenge his fallen men. I can relate.

Taking a look at the sensor, I silently confirm Renn's words. Glancing over at the Lieutenant, I give the order. "Tell them to blow the Rebel scum out of the sky."

I can tell Renn is smiling. "And lieutenant? Call me Bow."
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[Catman_prb]

Taking a look at the sensor, I silently confirm Renn's words. Glancing over at the Lieutenant, I give the order. "Tell them to blow the Rebel scum out of the sky."

I can tell Renn is smiling. "And lieutenant? Call me Bow." ​

"Yes...Bow," Renn said uncomfortabley, before hailing the pilots over the comms "Pilots, you are tasked to engage the rebel freighter approaching the planet. Destroy them. Renn out,"

Bastion smiled to himself as the surface of Naboo came rushing up to meet him. He launched the pre-landing checks, then slowly eased the shuttle onto the open field. That was the problem with these shuttles, they weren't strong enough to land properly. One had to have a hell of a suspension to survive impact. Luckily, Grand Admiral Thrawn had ordered the servicing of all ships that were to be used by the Remnant.

"We've arrived Bow. Permission to contact Sigma Squad?"

 

[SenseiofCheese]

A Bounty Hunter Never Forgets

The cantina was once again filled with a joyful music and the chatter of it's patrons. Bossk holstered his newly fired blaster pistol as the man he had just been playing sabaac with slumped to the floor, a single blaster shot between his eyes. Counting the credits he had just earned, Bossk discovered they were hardly worth the shot he had just wasted on their previous owner. He hissed angrily as he slid them into a small pocket on his vest.

Suddenly a small Rodian walked up to Bossk's table. The being fitted in completely with his surroundings; he looked rough and quite dangerous. Something not many Rodians managed. With a smile, as if the two were old friends, the stranger sat down across from Bossk in the now vacant seat.

"Lassssst one to ssit in that chair lossst more than his creditssss, Rodian." Bossk hissed, anger seething from his words.

The Rodian laughed cheerfully, further enraging Bossk. The reptilian bounty hunter moved his arm down to his holstered gun, readying himself to use it once more. "Hahahaha. At first, I wasn't sure it was really you. But that temper of yours is unmistakable, Bossk."

"SSsssso you know who I am. Ssshould I be impressssed?" Bossk sneered, his hand hovering inches from his blaster.

Once again the Rodian laughed. "Haha. Yes, actually. Not many people have the distinct honor of being contacted by the Guild."

Bossk hesitated, the name catching him by surprise. His shock, apparently, was noticeable.

"You can call me Telk. I am here to offer you a job."

This time it was Bossk who laughed. Scoffing, he asked. "Offer me a job? I had heard you were in the businessss of killing anyone who wouldn't join."

"Yes, well, sometimes we are forced to make examples of those who refuse to see things our way. The Guild is fully aware that you have no interest in joining us. However, we find ourselves in a predicament that calls for your unique set of skills." the Rodian said, his voice now considerably less jovial.

"And why ssshouldn't I jussst kill you right now? Why trussst you?" Bossk asked, his hand enveloped the handle of the gun.

"I'm not asking you to trust us, Bossk. I'm asking you to work for us. And, believe me, you'll be hard pressed to find a deal as good as this one." Telk said. "In return for your services, the Guild is willing to...look past...your refusal to join us. You will be paid quite handsomely, I assure you, and you will be granted full immunity from any further attempts on your life on our behalf."

Bossk wanted nothing more than to unholster the gun and burn a hole in the Rodian's head. The Guild had, for the last years, made countless attempts on his life for refusing to join them when they were first starting out. More than a handful of Bossk's job opportunities had been either ruined or turned down because of the Guild.

"Not to mention the fact that your target, I believe, is of great interest to you." Telk added with a devious grin.

Bossk tilted his head slightly. "And who might that be?"

In silence, the Rodian slipped his hand inside his jacket. Hissing furiously, Bossk unholstered his blaster pistol and lurched forward, the gun pressing against the Rodian's temple. "Woah woah woah! I'm just pulling out a holodisk!" Telk shouted.

Inching away, Bossk motioned for him to carry on. "Sssssslowly."

The Rodian did, in fact, pull out a holodisk and placed it neatly on the table between them. Looking down at it, Bossk saw the image of his target. Someone he thought he'd never see again. Someone who had humiliated him time and time again. Someone he would have killed for free.

"The two of you do share some history, do you not?" Telk added with a malicious grin.






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[SenseiofCheese]

"We've arrived Bow. Permission to contact Sigma Squad?"

Journal of the 501st

In my short time with Lieutenant Renn, I can see he's a military man through and through. Goes by the book. Good.

"Do it." I nod, before turning to the others. "Alright men, you know the drill. Get your asses in gear, and remember; We want Pestage alive. If, however, that is not an option, feel free to scorch him."
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