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

[Carnage27]

Yet they both put up a front, trying not to let it show. But they don't have to show me that they are uncomfortable with how things played out, their unease pours into the Force.

"I know you're not happy with how things went down with the Lightsaber Killer. I'm not either...." I pause before continuing. "But he didn't leave me much choice. If I wasn't able to stop him then and there, he would have killed us all."

I calm myself in the Force, not allowing Joren to sense my feelings. It's one of the first things Master Skywalker taught us, and it's crucial now. No matter what Joren says, there's something wrong with him right now. I can feel it in the Force. He's closed off, unfeeling...cold.

"It's fine, Joren," I say nodding. "You did what had to be done. Any of us would have done the same thing in your position. He had to be stopped, and the galaxy is safer with him...frozen."

"Yea, better him than us," Mission agrees.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

I calm myself in the Force, not allowing Joren to sense my feelings. It's one of the first things Master Skywalker taught us, and it's crucial now. No matter what Joren says, there's something wrong with him right now. I can feel it in the Force. He's closed off, unfeeling...cold.

"It's fine, Joren," I say nodding. "You did what had to be done. Any of us would have done the same thing in your position. He had to be stopped, and the galaxy is safer with him...frozen."

"Yea, better him than us," Mission agrees.

Athough his emotions no longer radiate through the Force, I can tell that he is still uneasy. I listen to what he and Mission have to say, and nod in agreement.

"It's unfortunate what happened, but he won't be harming anyone else...and that is a good thing."

It is subtle, but I see Mission look down for a split second, which causes me to come to a small realization...she hasn't looked me in the eyes since we left the warehouse.

I decide that perhaps it is too soon to discuss the events of today, they're emotions are still running high from nearly being killed by Servus and they are not thinking clearly at the moment.

So I change the subject.

"I remember you mentioned wanting to visit some caves while we were here. What do you say after this is all cleared up we go out there so you can find what you're looking for?" I say, giving Huc, who has become like a brother to me a warm smile.

 

[Carnage27]

So I change the subject.

"I remember you mentioned wanting to visit some caves while we were here. What do you say after this is all cleared up we go out there so you can find what you're looking for?" I say, giving Huc, who has become like a brother to me a warm smile.

I think back to the stories I've heard, and the things I've read in the archives of the academy. Apparently, there are caves that can only be reached by swimming under the lakes outside Coronet, caves where Force sensitive crystals grow. And many of the old Corellian Jedi used these as their focusing crystals for their lightsabers.

"Yea," I nod. "Although, I'd like to go by myself if you don't mind. From everything I've read, it's a Corellian thing. And well...we're very traditional. Ya know..."

"I get it," Mission nods. "Mandos are the same way."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

I think back to the stories I've heard, and the things I've read in the archives of the academy. Apparently, there are caves that can only be reached by swimming under the lakes outside Coronet, caves where Force sensitive crystals grow. And many of the old Corellian Jedi used these as their focusing crystals for their lightsabers.

"Yea," I nod. "Although, I'd like to go by myself if you don't mind. From everything I've read, it's a Corellian thing. And well...we're very traditional. Ya know..."

"I get it," Mission nods. "Mandos are the same way."

"Understood. We'll head out as soon as everything is cleared up here, then you can go into the caves and do what you must." I say as I see members of Corsec making their way toward us through the crowded street leading to the warehouse.

 

[wiegeabo]

"I'll come too," I chime in. "Sounds like you're going to need all the help you can get. And it'll give Corran and I to look for some pilots for Rogue Squadron."

I have to admit that it excites me to possibly head out with Luke again. It's been too long since the two of us went on some kind of harebrained adventure together, and with his and Corran's help I know we can put together one hell of a fighter squadron.

"Of course that's as long as you don't mind two Corellians tagging along."

I smile. It's been a long time since Wedge and I have been a team. It always seems to work out for us, too. And, in all honesty, it would be good to have the back up.

"I wouldn't mind that at all, old buddy. I also wouldn't mind Boloon's company either."

I look over to my apprentice and see the surprise in his eyes, asking me why him. And my other students also look surprised. "Wedge and I will need all the help we can get searching for Joran and Huc. And if we run into the Lightsaber Killer, two Jedi will be better than one."

"But, Master. I am not a Jedi. The others have more training." Boloon does have a point. Caed and Deena have trained under me. But Kiriana is as inexperienced as he is.

I shrug. "I have a feeling. And someone needs to stay with and protect my sister." That gets Leia's attention. But I cut her off before she can argue, stepping close so only she can hear me. "Fey'lya's accusations did a lot of damage, despite Mon Mothma siding in our favor. It'll be good for the public to see Jedi walking among them again." She considers this. "And if it gets you and my nieces or nephews a few more bodyguards..." She gives me her sarcastic look. I just smile.

"Besides, maybe they can teach you a thing or two. Seeing as we never seem to be together long enough for me to give you any lessons."


***

Nar Shaddaa. We're almost there.

It was only a little awkward asking Leia for her ship to borrow. Luckily, Wedge was able to pull some strings and get this one assigned to us. I say lucky because it's also large enough to carry our X-Wings in it's bay. A Jedi makes their lightsaber an extension of themselves. Well, I've done the same thing with my fighter. And as much as a Jedi is supposed to avoid material longings, I'd just feel incomplete without it close at hand.

I reach out to the planet floating in the distance, but don't sense either Huc or Joran. Which doesn't necessarily mean anything at this distance. I'll get a better read on the situation once we land. I just hope that they're not too far ahead of us in the search. I refuse to consider what else not sensing them may mean...

 

[Carnage27]

I reach out to the planet floating in the distance, but don't sense either Huc or Joran. Which doesn't necessarily mean anything at this distance. I'll get a better read on the situation once we land. I just hope that they're not too far ahead of us in the search. I refuse to consider what else not sensing them may mean...

I put a landing vector into the ship's nav computer, and the ship automatically plots its course towards Nar Shadaa's surface. These Republic freighters are great like that, although I must admit I'd rather land them myself. On the other hand I've got a job to do here.

I look over at Corran, who's sitting in the co-pilot chair, "So here's what I got on Nar Shadaa. Couldn't find anything besides one interesting character. A Rodian female named Andoorni Hui. She ran blockades for the Hutts during the rebellion. Sounds like someone we could use."

"Sounds like an idea," he nods.

"So what's the plan?" I ask looking back at Luke, who's in some sort of trance. "Hey, farm boy, you okay?"

 

[Carnage27]

"Wow..." Mission says as the hoverboat skips over one of the lakes outside Coronet. "Who knew there was something nice on this rock."

I laugh as I stop the boat along a tall rocky shore of the lake, and prepare my diving suit and re-breather. I ditched dealing with CorSec this morning, and let Joren and Dono go deal with the aftermath of our fight. I have no desire to deal with paper work today. All I want is to finish my lightsaber.

I toss a parcel to Mission, "That's my 'saber. I'm finishing it right away when I come back up."

She nods, "I'm not surprised. Just comm me when you come back up and I'll swing by and pick you up."

I barely make a splash as I dive into the cool waters of the lake, and my re-breather instantly kicks in, converting the oxygen in the water into breathable gas. I kick hard and try to keep the current from crashing me into the shoreline and making me bantha burger.

After a short time, I find a hole in the side of the wall. I slink into it, allowing the current to help me through.

That's gonna be a pain to get back through...

After a few short minutes, I emerge from a small pool in a large, atrium-like cave. I crack a light-stick, illuminating the cave, showing me that it's deeper than I would have thought. I quickly comm Mission, "I'm in one of the caves. Hopefully it's got what I'm looking for..."

Hoping out of the water, I place a way marker at the pool, allowing me to find my way back easily. The terrain in the cave is slimy, slippery, and going is slow.

Until I find a annex tunnel that leads up. I take it, and the slime subsides, and my footing holds much better. The tunnel is long and winding, but as I traverse it, I can see a weak orange glow coming from the other end, and I can't help but run the rest of the way. And as I get closer, a presence in the Force grows, and it's strength draws me in.

I exit into a small antechamber, and my eyes light up at the sight of its contents. Orange crystals grow all over the walls, and they pulse. Pulse with the power of the Force.

Ilum.

I read about them in Master Sjywalker's archives. They were used by the Jedi of old as their focusing crystals, but they were thought to be wiped out of existance by the Emperor during the conversion from the Old Republic to the Empire.

"Guess you missed some, Palpatine," I smile as I sit and meditate. I focus on the surrounding crystals, listening to each ones specific call, allowing the one that I'll use to find me. Each one seems to have different voices, but I can feel one that has one that matches me to a tee. Honorable, brave, and strong.

I stand and pick it of the wall, and head back into the water. Fighting the current and undertow, I make my way through the cave opening and back to the surface. I flip on my beacon and Mission swings by and picks me up, "Find anything?"

I smile as the warm sunlight hits my face, drying the water from it. I pull the crystal from my pocket and show it to her, "You bet. Just what I was looking for."

She tosses me the rest of the lightsaber and I sit, calling on the Force. The hilt begins to float in front of me, and the small parts begin detaching and moving. As the hilt separates, the crystal slips into its designated spot, and I use the Force to put the pieces back together.

The lightsaber falls back into my hands, and I stand, marveling at the completed product. I had always heard stories about the weapons of the Jedi, and I've seen my fair share since coming to study under Master Skywalker. But this one. This one is mine. Made by me, for me. And the Ilum crystal inside is like a signature that it belongs with me.

"Well?" Mission asks, shaking me from my stupor. "Turn it on already."

I smile and nod, placing my finger on the power switch, and a distinctive snap-hiss emanates from the hilt, and a bright orange light burns and hums in my hand.

I smile and laugh a bit while looking at Mission, "I'm finally starting to feel like a Jedi."
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[Rain Dog]

I reach out to the planet floating in the distance, but don't sense either Huc or Joran. Which doesn't necessarily mean anything at this distance. I'll get a better read on the situation once we land. I just hope that they're not too far ahead of us in the search. I refuse to consider what else not sensing them may mean...

I can sense that Master Skywalker is reaching out to the moon below. No doubt looking for Huc and Joren. I attempt to do the same but I feel nothing. Perhaps I still need to more training before I can accomplish such a feat...

I put a landing vector into the ship's nav computer, and the ship automatically plots its course towards Nar Shadaa's surface. These Republic freighters are great like that, although I must admit I'd rather land them myself. On the other hand I've got a job to do here.

I look over at Corran, who's sitting in the co-pilot chair, "So here's what I got on Nar Shadaa. Couldn't find anything besides one interesting character. A Rodian female named Andoorni Hui. She ran blockades for the Hutts during the rebellion. Sounds like someone we could use."

"Sounds like an idea," he nods.

"So what's the plan?" I ask looking back at Luke, who's in some sort of trance. "Hey, farm boy, you okay?"

"Mister Skywalker is trying to find Huc and Joren...or at least, I believe that's what he's doing," I say to the Corellian called Wedge.

 

[wiegeabo]

I open my eyes. "You're right, Boolon. I'm trying to sense them, but I'm not having any luck." I settle back in my seat. "But that doesn't necessarily mean anything. They might be suppressing their presence, or may have moved on to another world." Those are the only two options I'm willing to entertain. Because I would have felt if something had happened to Joran and Huc...I know I would.

I look at Wedge and give him a grin. "Sounds like you've already got the plan rolling. We can't risk openly asking about them. We don't know who might be working with the Killer, and I doubt we'd get much help from the authorities. At least, not without opening a massive credit line with the Republic."

"So let's use your contact. At least she may get us a lead we can follow."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

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Leia is stirred from a sound sleep from the sofa in her living quarters by the sound of the doorbell. Sleepily, she looks around the apartment that she shares with Han, at least when the duties to the New Republic allows them to do so, and frowns.

With everything that has been going on, on top of her duties as Minister of State and a member of the Provisional Council, the more recent...and more personal events surrounding her brother's recent conflict with Councilor Fey'lya has her both physically and emotionally drained.

The doorbell rings a second time, and this time Winter, Leia's personal aid and childhood friend emerges from her bedchamber.

"Would you like me to get rid of them Your Highness?" She asks as she walks toward the door.

"No, that's alright." Leia says as she follows behind Winter.

Winter opens the door, and both are surprised to see Mon Mothma standing in the doorway with several members of her entourage.

"Leia, I'm sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but I have some matters that I need to discuss with you."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

I sit at the desk in the CorSec office, staring at the fat little man sitting across from me.For what seems like hours, we have gone around in circles arguing over jurisdiction and just who gets posession of Servus.

He claims that because our conflict happened in Coronet, that Servus is a prisoner of CorSec, obviously I disagree.

"I don't care about your New Republic mandate. The fact is that I do not recognize it as official authorization for you to conduct operations in Coronet."

I remain calm, not letting my annoyance with the round little man get the better of me.

"I would like to speak to your supervisor." I say, rather than the hundred other, less pleasant things that are currently running through my mind.

"Sorry, he's off tonight. Dinner on Selonia I think. I'm in charge...and I say that he's ours."

We have been doing this since CorSec showed up at the warehouse and seized the carbonite block containing Servus...and have gotten nowhere.

"I am here on official New Republic business, that man is wanted in connection with several murders across the galaxy. He is to be taken to Coruscant for processing."

"Nope, can't help you. New Republic or not, he's on Corellia...he belongs to CorSec. Now, unless you want to end up in a cell yourself, I suggest you frak off."

Growing tired of our complete inability to resolve this matter, I reach out with the Force and give his mind a slight nudge. Not how i would have preferred to settle this dispute, but I see little choice in the matter.

"You will order your men to load the carbonite block containing the suspected Lightsaber Killer known as Servus on to the Darq Dreams immediately." I say, waiving my hand slightly in front of me.

The fat little desk officer reaches to his comlink.

"I want you to load the prisioner onto the Darq Dreams immediately."

"Yes sir." The response comes back.

"Now, was that so hard?" I ask as I exit the office on my way back to the ship.

 

[wiegeabo]

I am not pleased.

For the last day, the Chimera has been docked at the Bilbringi shipyards. The time has been spent offloading all the equipment brought aboard from Wayland. I must commend Captain Pellaeon. He motivated the troops on both the ship and station, emptying our holds in half the time I expected. Still, saving a few hours now will not recoup the weeks we are behind on the final phase of my plan.

But that is not the reason I am displeased.

I have, during this time, been scanning over reports from around the galaxy. My strategy to keep the Rebels off guard and struggling to keep up remains successful. The Rebel fleets appear to be scattered and struggling to keep up with our attacks, never knowing when any one attack is just a skirmish to divert their forces, or an all out invasion. Meaning they've had no choice but to commit their forces fully to each operation. Although, there have been signs of improved resistance. Adaptation to my tactics, and improved predictions of what attacks require the greatest response. Our success rate has dropped over fifteen percent in recent weeks. I have no doubt that Ackbar is to blame for this. He will need to be dealt with soon.

But that is still not the reason for my mood

Despite our dropping success rate, systems continue to fall back under Imperial control. Or, they declare their neutrality hoping to avoid an invasion. Which opens their ports to us, and reduces the assisstance they are willing to provide the Rebels. In either case, the Rebellion continues to weaken while we only grow stronger.

Or we would be growing stronger, if not for Zsinj.

Grand Moff Zsinj.

I blame myself for not paying more attention to the Moff and his domain. I allowed him to remain too strong. Put too much trust in him based on how other governors have bowed to my command, rather then how he has acted. And now, it seems that Zsinj was just biding his time before making a move on my authority. I suppose I could be wrong about what has happened. But, it really is the only explanation. Why else would Imperial ships, on the border of Zsinj's territory, overrun and capture a system after I had ordered all vessels to pull out? And why else would this happen over and over again?

Still, I am not one to move without as complete information as I can gather. And I should know more about the situation very soon.


***

The Adamant is a Victory class Star Destroyer. Not as large or as well built as Imperial Destoyers like the Chimera, but still powerful for smaller scale assaults. Or for 'diplomatic' missions where a subtle show of force is necessary.

When the Adamant drops out of hyperspace, two smaller support cruisers drops into normal space with it. In the distance, the world of Dathomir floats silently in space. In orbit of the planet, but still too far away to see, are massive shipyards producing the latest in Imperial ship designs, incorporating that newest systems, both offensive and defensive.

Captain Emyl Braylor stands at the front of the bridge, looking out over the gulf of space between him and the world in the distance. His crew calls out the standard status reports after a successful jump, confirming their situation with their counterparts on the smaller ships. Braylor smiles slightly to himself at the efficiency of his crew. A short time ago, it was a very different situation. His command staff was a mess of new recruits and inexperienced veterans promoted too quickly after costly battles with the Rebel Alliance. But after the return of Grand Admiral Thrawn from the Unknown Regions, everything seemed to turn around almost immediately. The Admiral's new training regimens and enforcement policies brought the Empire back from the brink. And Braylor's ship was running smoothly within the first year.

Now, his crew is more efficient than they were even under Lord Vader and the Emperor himself. There is no doubt in the Captain's mind that Grand Admiral Thrawn was the savior of the Empire. And Braylor would gladly follow his orders to hell and back. So, to be asked by Thrawn's second in command to go on a mission to ensure a Grand Moff had not gone rogue...well, Braylor could only be more proud if Thrawn had asked him to lead this mission personally.

"Captain," his first officer speaks up. "We're being hailed."

Braylor takes a breath and stands a little straighter. "Very well." He walks over to the holo-station and gives his first officer a nod.

"This is Captain Braylor of the Adamant."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

The Adamant is a Victory class Star Destroyer. Not as large or as well built as Imperial Destoyers like the Chimera, but still powerful for smaller scale assaults. Or for 'diplomatic' missions where a subtle show of force is necessary.

When the Adamant drops out of hyperspace, two smaller support cruisers drops into normal space with it. In the distance, the world of Dathomir floats silently in space. In orbit of the planet, but still too far away to see, are massive shipyards producing the latest in Imperial ship designs, incorporating that newest systems, both offensive and defensive.

Captain Emyl Braylor stands at the front of the bridge, looking out over the gulf of space between him and the world in the distance. His crew calls out the standard status reports after a successful jump, confirming their situation with their counterparts on the smaller ships. Braylor smiles slightly to himself at the efficiency of his crew. A short time ago, it was a very different situation. His command staff was a mess of new recruits and inexperienced veterans promoted too quickly after costly battles with the Rebel Alliance. But after the return of Grand Admiral Thrawn from the Unknown Regions, everything seemed to turn around almost immediately. The Admiral's new training regimens and enforcement policies brought the Empire back from the brink. And Braylor's ship was running smoothly within the first year.

Now, his crew is more efficient than they were even under Lord Vader and the Emperor himself. There is no doubt in the Captain's mind that Grand Admiral Thrawn was the savior of the Empire. And Braylor would gladly follow his orders to hell and back. So, to be asked by Thrawn's second in command to go on a mission to ensure a Grand Moff had not gone rogue...well, Braylor could only be more proud if Thrawn had asked him to lead this mission personally.

"Captain," his first officer speaks up. "We're being hailed."

Braylor takes a breath and stands a little straighter. "Very well." He walks over to the holo-station and gives his first officer a nod.

Zsinj rushes to the command deck after the Star Destroyer emerges from hyperspace.

"Who is that? What are they doing in my territory?"
He demands of the communications officer standing at his post.

"We've just hailed them Sir, awaiting reply."

"This is Captain Braylor of the Adamant." A voice replies from the com.

Zsinj feels a tinge of excitement as he recognizes the name of his visitors. He can't help but feel satisfied that Thrawn has finally seen fit to "grace" him with an official visit, yet at the same time is disappointed that Thrawn wasn't compelled to come in person.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Extend an invitation for our guest to join us on the Iron Fist...Immediately." He says as he heads toward his chambers to prepare for his unexpected guests.

 

[Carnage27]

I set the craft down on Nar Shadaa, and our group exits the ship onto the surface of the moon. The place is a breeding ground for scum, and not somewhere I'd be caught dead in my Republic flight suit, so Corran and I are dressed in streets. But Luke is dressed in Jedi-like regalia, and I can't help but worry for trouble. He helped kill Jabba the Hutt, someone who held quite a following on the moon.

We head to a local cantina, and I look back to Luke, "Why don't you, Boloon and Corran grab a seat? I'm gonna ask around for this pilot."

The three of them walk off and I head to the bar, and order a quick drink from the Twi'lek bartender. When he returns with it, I ask, "So, buddy, I'm looking for someone."

"Who isn't?" he replies, rolling his eyes. "Who?"

"Andoorni Hui," I say discretely.

"Ah! You too, eh? That must be some bounty. But that's to be expected when you drop cargo at the first sign of Imperials."

The barkeep's words make me immediately think of Han's predicament when he first joined up with the Alliance, and then I realize that we have to move if there's more hunters going after her. "Anything else out of the ordinary going on?" I pry for more info, maybe even some on Luke's three students.

"Imperials got in a skirmish with some Mandos and mercs in a wharehouse, and one apparently had a lightsaber but that's all I know."

I pay the man for the drink and information and head to where Luke and the others are sitting, "We're going to need to move. There's a bounty out on Hui's head. And Joren, Huc, and Mission were here, Luke. Apparently they ran into some Imperial entanglements."
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[Carnage27]

My brand new lightsaber swings from my belt as I walk through the front entrance of CorSec and find the place fairly quiet this time of night. I walk straight for Dad's office, and find him sitting behind his desk doing paper work. I've already been by the house to see mom, but I surprise Dad by igniting my saber, "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Damn straight, boy," he says smiling. "And good work getting the fugitive you were after, although I don't know if I agree with the methods."

I nod in agreement, "I know. I don't think I do either. But Joren is right when he says the Lightsaber killer won't be hurting anyone anytime soon. But I still don't like the way it feels. I'll talk to Master Skywalker when I see him next."

"Sounds good, son," Dad nods. "I take it you're headed off Corellia soon?"

"Probably," I say, reattaching my saber to my belt. "But I'll be back when I can. Already said goodbye to mom."

"Good luck, son."

**********

I stroll onto our landing pad, and find the crew of the Dreams, along with Mission, lounging about, earning some well deserved rest after the past week or so of hunting and battles. I take a seat next to Mission against the bulk head, "I almost forgot what it feels like to relax."

"Something tells me the Jedi life won't allow for a lot of moments like this. We should enjoy them when they come," she agrees. She smiles, and I think I melt a little. But I keep the emotion at bay with the Force. I pray she forgot about the conversation we were about to have earlier. I look way, and swear I see Kelsa smiling before she looks away from the two of us.

Joren comes down the ramp, giving me a n opportunity to change the subject, "How's it going, Joren? What's the next move?"
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[Carnage27]

The Sith Infiltrator drops out of hyperspace in a forgotten sector of space in front of an asteroid field. I check over the scanners and systems once more, double checking that I'm in the right place. The Emperor gave safe houses to all of his Hands during the Rebellion, ensuring he could scatter them across the Galaxy if needed. And this was where he sent one of his best when not needed. Luckily I found the records of the places after he died.

I open myself to the Force and begin flying through the space rocks. The power of the galaxy warns me before colliding with two, and I instinctively spin out of the way. A normal pilot wouldn't stand a chance in this situation, but with the Force behind me, I easily reach the center of the belt, where an incredibly large rock looms.

The readings from the asteroid show life support systems and a fairly extensive system of tunnels running through the deep core of the rock. I hail a secret frequency, known to be used by the Hands, "Shira Brie, come in."

After a few seconds of silence, a sultry, yet venomous voice answers, "I no longer go by that name, Lago. You may address me as Lumiya."

"Very well, Lumiya," I almost chuckle. Brie was always headstrong and impetuous. It came from being trained by the fool Vader. He was a broken and pitiful man. No where near the greatness of Palpatine. "And you may call me Darth Acheron. May I land? I have a proposition for you."

A docking bay on the asteroid's surface opens, and Lumiya responds, "Very well. I a waiting."
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[NiteMare Shape]

I make my way up the ramp of the Dreams, and I can feel Huc's underlying excitement, I assume that he's been successful in getting the crystal for his lightsaber.

Joren comes down the ramp, giving me a n opportunity to change the subject, "How's it going, Joren? What's the next move?"​

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His mood seems to have improved as well, though I can sense that he still is uncomfortable with my methods for dealing with Servus, but he seems to have moved passed that as of now.

"Now that our mission is over, I thought we'd take in some of the sights of the city. I've always wanted to check out Treasure Ship Row. I thought maybe we could check out the Fel Swoop, I always heard some...interesting stories about that place, I thought maybe we could see if it lives up to the hype." I say with a smile.

 

[Carnage27]

His mood seems to have improved as well, though I can sense that he still is uncomfortable with my methods for dealing with Servus, but he seems to have moved passed that as of now.

"Now that our mission is over, I thought we'd take in some of the sights of the city. I've always wanted to check out Treasure Ship Row. I thought maybe we could check out the Fel Swoop, I always heard some...interesting stories about that place, I thought maybe we could see if it lives up to the hype." I say with a smile.

I smile, "The Swoop, eh? Sounds like a good idea. If there's one cantina everyone hits in Coronet it's the Swoop. And luckily it's one of the few...fairly respectable establishments."

I stand and motion to the rest of the group, "Come on, I'll get a land transport and we'll head over that way."

**********

It only takes us a half an hour to get to the cantina and the group of us walk into the bustling establishment. The people and races that line the bar are pretty astounding, especially considering how Corellians tend to be very cold-shouldered towards outsiders.

I stroll up to the bar and raise my hand, and to my surprise a small, golden droid slides down towards me, "Yea whatt'a want? I don't have all day."

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"Sorry, just give me some-"

"Sorry about Crow, buddy," another droid says floating towards me on a hoverpad. "He tends to get cranky without a mid-day power up. He's as whiny as Darth Vader after a general botched a mission."

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"Okay I just want-"

"Oh real mature, Servo. Stop acting like Palpatine on your high horse. Meh look at me I'm Tom Servo I'm so smart. Meh," the other responds in a mocking tone.

Joren and Mission come up behind me, "Eccentric characters, aren't they?"
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[NiteMare Shape]

I smile, "The Swoop, eh? Sounds like a good idea. If there's one cantina everyone hits in Coronet it's the Swoop. And luckily it's one of the few...fairly respectable establishments."

I stand and motion to the rest of the group, "Come on, I'll get a land transport and we'll head over that way."

**********​

It only takes us a half an hour to get to the cantina and the group of us walk into the bustling establishment. The people and races that line the bar are pretty astounding, especially considering how Corellians tend to be very cold-shouldered towards outsiders.​

I stroll up to the bar and raise my hand, and to my surprise a small, golden droid slides down towards me, "Yea whatt'a want? I don't have all day."​

"Sorry, just give me some-"​

"Sorry about Crow, buddy," another droid says floating towards me on a hoverpad. "He tends to get cranky without a mid-day power up. He's as whiny as Darth Vader after a general botched a mission."​

"Okay I just want-"​

"Oh real mature, Servo. Stop acting like Palpatine on your high horse. Meh look at me I'm Tom Servo I'm so smart. Meh," the other responds in a mocking tone.​

Joren and Mission come up behind me, "Eccentric characters, aren't they?"​

"I'd say so." I say to Mission, trying to supress a laugh.

"Why don't you two get us a table." I say to Nyna and Kelsa, who head off in the general direction of a group of tables toward the back of the cantina.

I look to one of the droid servers and tell him, "We'll take a pitcher of Corellian Ale. I'm paying." I say, then add to Huc, If you don't mind."

 

[wiegeabo]

While Wedge walks to the bar to talk to someone, Boolon and I sit at a table. A number of people stare at us, Boolon for being an Ithorian, me, for other obvious reasons. The feelins I get from the range from indifference to fear to outright hate. But I ignore them. As long they're content to leave us be, then we'll have no problems.

While we sit and wait, Boolon tries to have a conversation with me. I say try because I'm only half paying attention to his words. Something feels...off. There's a disturbance in the Force, but it's not one I'm familiar with. I don't think it's Joran or Huc. Possibly the Lightsaber Killer? Maybe he's been able to avoid detection from the others. That could be why I can't sense them. They've already left the planet, looking for the Killer.

...or the Killer found them.

I pay the man for the drink and information and head to where Luke and the others are sitting, "We're going to need to move. There's a bounty out on Hui's head. And Joren, Huc, and Mission were here, Luke. Apparently they ran into some Imperial entanglements."
​

I glance up at Wedge, pulling myself back to the moment at hand. "They're gone?" Even though I had refused to believe it, a wave of relief washes over me. "Ok, we'll have to track them down. I'm sure they filed a flight plan with someone, somewhere. We'll just..." I look to the side at the wall of the tavern, but don't really see it. "...have to get them...to..." I sense...I sense.

I jump up out of the chair and quickly rush to the entrance and outside. I barely register Wedge and Boolon's surprise as I run, holding onto the thin thread I've snagged in the Force. It could be the Lightsaber Killer. I'm not sure. Whatever it is...it's dark.

And it knows that I'm after it.

I leap over a railing, dropping a short distance to the ground below. I expand my senses and can hear footsteps running away from me. I follow, using the Force to move faster than normal. Whoever this person is, he's strong with the dark side. I can feel his anger, and I force myself to remain calm in it's presence.

My quarry turns towards a series of dark buildings. I was just starting to make out his shadow in the darkness, but now it blends in with all the other shadows being cast. I continue the chase, though, not wanting to risk losing this person.

I take corner after corner, using his footfalls and the Force as my guide. I turn another corner-

CRASH-CRACKLE

-and barely get my lightsaber up before his blade removes my head.

My next few moments are filled with a dizzying array of parries and blocks as I defend myself from someone well versed in using a lightsaber. The alleyway momentarily lights up with every clash of our blades. It's almost blinding in the darkness.

His attacks are pushing me against towards the wall. I can't afford to get pinned against it. So I knock his blade to the side, using the chance to run up and along the wall, the Force keeping me nearly horizontal, as I try to put some room between us. But he quickly dashes over to me, and I'm forced to bring my blade down against his as I land. But I use the opportunity to press the attack and start pushing him backwards.

"Who are you?" I shout.

"The man who is going to kill a Jedi!"

 

[Carnage27]

"I'd say so." I say to Mission, trying to supress a laugh.

"Why don't you two get us a table." I say to Nyna and Kelsa, who head off in the general direction of a group of tables toward the back of the cantina.

I look to one of the droid servers and tell him, "We'll take a pitcher of Corellian Ale. I'm paying." I say, then add to Huc, If you don't mind."

I laugh at Joren, "I was at a police academy before becoming a Jedi...monetary value isn't a strength. I don't mind at all."

"Corellian ale coming right up!" The golden robot says sliding away, and returning moments later with the drink. I grab it as Joren pays for it, and we head to the table where the others are waiting for us.

I pour a few glasses and raise one, but then shake my head. Mission gives me an odd look, "What's wrong?"

"Well...I was going to toast to the New Jedi Order, but I figure that would draw some not too favorable attention to us."

"To the Dreams and her crew then," Mission says.

"Here, here!" I nod.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

I laugh at Joren, "I was at a police academy before becoming a Jedi...monetary value isn't a strength. I don't mind at all."

"Corellian ale coming right up!" The golden robot says sliding away, and returning moments later with the drink. I grab it as Joren pays for it, and we head to the table where the others are waiting for us.

I pour a few glasses and raise one, but then shake my head. Mission gives me an odd look, "What's wrong?"

"Well...I was going to toast to the New Jedi Order, but I figure that would draw some not too favorable attention to us."

"To the Dreams and her crew then," Mission says.

"Here, here!" I nod.

"To the Dreams." I say, raising my glass toward Huc and Mission, then I add "and to new friends, new family."

As I take a drink from my glass, I notice a small smile on Huc's face. He seems to be enjoying himself here on his homeworld, and his distaste for the outcome of our battle with Servus, although still there, does not seem to be bothering him quite as much.

Just as I'm about to say something else, Kelsa slips in under my arm, nearly spilling my drink in the process. Dono and Nyna chuckle aloud as I struggle to regain control of my drink, even as I put my other arm around Kelsa's petite shoulders.

 

[wiegeabo]

Zsinj rushes to the command deck after the Star Destroyer emerges from hyperspace.

"Who is that? What are they doing in my territory?"
He demands of the communications officer standing at his post.

"We've just hailed them Sir, awaiting reply."

"This is Captain Braylor of the Adamant." A voice replies from the com.

Zsinj feels a tinge of excitement as he recognizes the name of his visitors. He can't help but feel satisfied that Thrawn has finally seen fit to "grace" him with an official visit, yet at the same time is disappointed that Thrawn wasn't compelled to come in person.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Extend an invitation for our guest to join us on the Iron Fist...Immediately." He says as he heads toward his chambers to prepare for his unexpected guests.

"Captain Braylor. Grand Moff Zsinj extends an invitation for you and any enjoy you see fit aboard the Iron Fist. He looks forward to hearing what news you bring from the Empire."

"Acknowledged, Lieutenant. Tell Moff Zsinj my party will be arriving shortly." Braylor cuts the comm line and look up out the viewport and the distant ship.

"Sir," Braylor's second in command says. "You're going over there?"

"Of course. We're all fellow Imperials commander, until Grand Admiral Thrawn says otherwise."

The commander leans in, lowering his voice. "But what about the Admiral's suspicions?"

"I believe they are true, Commander. But I also do not believe Zsinj would foolish enough to try anything against our task force. He may be in a Star Destroyer, but we have the advantage in firepower and maneuverability."

"Yes, sir. But I still do not like it."

"Have faith, Commander. If Zsinj is still loyal, then we'll have wasted only a little time. If not...then we will be able to take care of the problem ourselves. Ready my shuttle."

"Yes, sir."

***

Braylor exits the shuttle to the standard courtesies and protocol awarded a commanding officer visiting another vessel. Zsinj may be a traitor, Braylor thought, but he does know how to make an officer feel welcome.

"Captain," a young ensign says smartly. "The Grand Moff awaits you in his briefing room.

"Lead the way ensign." The young man turns and guide's Braylor's group through the doors and into the bowels of the ship.

 

[NamesAreUseless]

HK-47​

Mustafar - Outside the Mustafar atmosphere

"Boss, the Seeker droid has the target at 33.1376 by -59.0625 en-route off Mustafar."

"Good, we'll cut him off."

The clouds began to dissappear and the C-73 Tracker that HK-47 hijacked was soon to enter Hyperspace. All of a sudden, a missile came flying past the ship. The droid looked where he saw the weapon come form and witnessed a motley selection of Z-95 Headhunters, Kihraxz light fighters, and a single StarViper-class attack platform. They were all coming his way.

"Query: Meatbag resistance already? I hardly caused that much damage on the planet. Order: Autopilot off."

"WARNING: Enemy starfighters in-bound," said the on-board computer.

"Mockery: Oh why thank you for telling me."

The Hunter-killer took over the controls and began flying towards the enemy fighters and letting loose a barrage of his Laser Cannons. Although not much of a pilot, he did learn some here and there from past centuries in his life.

Just then, an incoming transmission came onto his ship.

"Greetings droid," said the voice, which sounded heavily accented, like that of a Duros.

"Expletive: Well hello there anonymous fleshbag. I'm going to destroy you and the rest of your little sithspits. Query: How does that sound?"

"I was going to offer terms of surrender, but I see that won't happen. Men, keep the target busy!"

The Z-95s and light Kihraxz fighters only flew around 47's ship, but wouldn't fire. Well, it made shooting down a few of the starships easy enough.

The only ship firing was the StarViper, and even then it was only a single missile every few seconds.

"Fierfek! Men, just fire a shot or two at his engines."

Two shots from one of the starfighters hit the C-73's rear engines and the ship began to slow down.

"Statement: I knew I should have taken that Belbullab-22 instead ... Clarification: I knew I should have kept the Belbullab-22 from blowing up."

"WARNING: Systems critical. Rear engines going offline."

"Statement: I hate you."

Another missile from the StarViper came careening straight towards the C-73 and found its mark. Instead of blowing up the starship, an EMP surrounded the ship and took it, along with the droid, offline.

* * * * * *

Unknown Location

As HK-47's visual perceptors came back online, he found himself behind bars, with a Defel and a Rodian standing outside his cell. The assassin droid reached for where his blaster pistol should be, but found it missing. He looked over to find all his weapons gone. The droid would've sobbed if he could. No, not because he was imprisoned, or because he wasn't able to kill off all the starfighters earlier, but because he had loved and named every last one of those beautiful artifacts of destruction.

A Dashade came towards the cell and opened it. The HK was about to start up a fist fight, but the Defel and Rodian pointed their blaster pistols at the droid's head. Hk-47 had some sense and didn't pursue.

"Come, you're expected," said the Dashade with a grin.

* * * * * *
​

The three aliens lead the droid into a large computer room, with a Verpine sitting at a large array of command consoles. The Verpine giggled and hit a single button, turning on a hologram projector.

"Greetings, HK-47," said the hologram.

​

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"Captain Braylor. Grand Moff Zsinj extends an invitation for you and any enjoy you see fit aboard the Iron Fist. He looks forward to hearing what news you bring from the Empire."

"Acknowledged, Lieutenant. Tell Moff Zsinj my party will be arriving shortly." Braylor cuts the comm line and look up out the viewport and the distant ship.

"Sir," Braylor's second in command says. "You're going over there?"

"Of course. We're all fellow Imperials commander, until Grand Admiral Thrawn says otherwise."

The commander leans in, lowering his voice. "But what about the Admiral's suspicions?"

"I believe they are true, Commander. But I also do not believe Zsinj would foolish enough to try anything against our task force. He may be in a Star Destroyer, but we have the advantage in firepower and maneuverability."

"Yes, sir. But I still do not like it."

"Have faith, Commander. If Zsinj is still loyal, then we'll have wasted only a little time. If not...then we will be able to take care of the problem ourselves. Ready my shuttle."

"Yes, sir."

***

Braylor exits the shuttle to the standard courtesies and protocol awarded a commanding officer visiting another vessel. Zsinj may be a traitor, Braylor thought, but he does know how to make an officer feel welcome.

"Captain," a young ensign says smartly. "The Grand Moff awaits you in his briefing room.

"Lead the way ensign." The young man turns and guide's Braylor's group through the doors and into the bowels of the ship.

Zsinj sits in his quarters...and waits. If he were a lesser man, he would be worried. His actions as of late could be seen by some as disloyal to the Empire, however, he knows better.

His actions were not an act of treason against Grand Admiral Thrawn, quite the contrary. They were to remind those who still serve the Empire just who the true commander of the once great government really is.

And to demonstrate that his blue skinned counterpart is nothing more than a pretender to the throne...and Soon, Zsinj will take back control of the full Imperial military, and the entire galaxy will call him Emperor.

But now is not the time, now is the time for diplomacy..for the appearence of contrition.

Zsinj watches the security holos as an ensign leads Thrawn's envoy to his quarters. As the doors to his quarters slide open, Zsinj nods to one of several of his Raptor troops concealed in the shadows of the doorway to his refresher. He fully expects Thrawn's envoy to be aware of that Raptor's presence, but not the presence of the Raptor behind the false wall directly behind him.

The warning bell chimes, announcing that someone is at the door, moments later the door slides open, and in walks Thrawn's envoy, as well as his own men who had the task of accompanying them to his quarters.


"Welcome gentlemen. Tell me, to what do I owe this honor?" Zsinj bellows as he stands to greet his guests.