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

[Rain Dog]

I smile at Boolon's honorific. I just don't have the heart to correct him. And, honestly, I sort of don't want to. Being called Master still feels weird after all these years. I wonder if I'll every get used to it.

"No, not really. I was just listening to your music. You're very good. And very in tune with the Force when you play."

“Oh, thank you. We are taught to channel Mother Jungle in our hymns on Ithor. And through your teachings, I’ve come to believe the spirit of Mother Jungle and the Force are one in the same.”

As Skywalker stands before me, my mind begins to dwell on the visions I had. Surely he can provide me with some answers. He certainly could provide me with some more teachings to help me better control and connect with the Force. But then, I remember there is a task at hand and people in danger. The more time we spend here, the less help the people of Corellia are receiving.

“Mister Skywalker, I was wondering …when…if we return, you could perhaps teach me more about the Force? I believe I can be a greater asset to you and your friends if I had a greater understanding of it. And there is so much I wish to learn!" I say, almost shouting with excitement. I catch myself and lower my head, slightly embarassed.

" This is, of course, only if you’re not busy…” I add, humbly.

 

[wiegeabo]

“Oh, thank you. We are taught to channel Mother Jungle in our hymns on Ithor. And through your teachings, I’ve come to believe the spirit of Mother Jungle and the Force are one in the same.”

As Skywalker stands before me, my mind begins to dwell on the visions I had. Surely he can provide me with some answers. He certainly could provide me with some more teachings to help me better control and connect with the Force. But then, I remember there is a task at hand and people in danger. The more time we spend here, the less help the people of Corellia are receiving.

“Mister Skywalker, I was wondering …when…if we return, you could perhaps teach me more about the Force? I believe I can be a greater asset to you and your friends if I had a greater understanding of it. And there is so much I wish to learn!" I say, almost shouting with excitement. I catch myself and lower my head, slightly embarassed.

" This is, of course, only if you’re not busy…” I add, humbly.

Boolon's sheer enthusiasm is infectious. "I'd be happy to help further your understanding of the Force. I am your teacher, after all."

"I am curious, though. What parts of the Force do you want to examine? I mean no offense, but, I don't think your heart is in the lightsaber training. And I sometimes feel your uncertainty. Is there something wrong? Something you want to talk about?"

 

[Rain Dog]

Boolon's sheer enthusiasm is infectious. "I'd be happy to help further your understanding of the Force. I am your teacher, after all."

"I am curious, though. What parts of the Force do you want to examine? I mean no offense, but, I don't think your heart is in the lightsaber training.

Neither do I,” I say with a slight chuckle. Violence is simply not in my nature.

And I sometimes feel your uncertainty. Is there something wrong? Something you want to talk about?"

“Well…as of late, this war has been causing me some stress. I am not accustomed to being surrounded by so much…destruction. And what bothers me more is that I do not feel I have been of much help. That perhaps my presence has been more of a burden than anything. But I know there is some reason, some greater answer as to why I am here and I wish to use the Force to find that answer. And others. When I concentrate, I can see visions—the past , the present, the future—but they are very brief, very unclear. I would like to know how to control them, to focus, and understand them. I wish to know more about the Living Force and this connection shared by all beings and how to utilize it. And I wish to know that which I should avoid. I’m sorry if I appear too eager but I have been rather overwhelmed by curiosity”

 

[wiegeabo]

“Well…as of late, this war has been causing me some stress. I am not accustomed to being surrounded by so much…destruction. And what bothers me more is that I do not feel I have been of much help. That perhaps my presence has been more of a burden than anything. But I know there is some reason, some greater answer as to why I am here and I wish to use the Force to find that answer. And others. When I concentrate, I can see visions—the past , the present, the future—but they are very brief, very unclear. I would like to know how to control them, to focus, and understand them. I wish to know more about the Living Force and this connection shared by all beings and how to utilize it. And I wish to know that which I should avoid. I’m sorry if I appear too eager but I have been rather overwhelmed by curiosity”

I consider this for a few seconds.

"Nonsense."

Boolon looks surprised. "You probably saved my life back on Nar Shaada when I was fighting Kam. And just because you feel you haven't contributed as much of the others doesn't mean anything. You are very strong in the Force, Boolon. And you have all the time in the world to find your path in the galaxy. But you're off to a good start, and you have a ferocious curiosity about the Force that will serve you well because you also have a very strong sense of right and wrong. You said it yourself. You want to know more about this power that binds all living things, and what to avoid. If that's not a sign of a Jedi in the making, then I don't know what is."

 

[Rain Dog]

I consider this for a few seconds.

"Nonsense."

Boolon looks surprised. "You probably saved my life back on Nar Shaada when I was fighting Kam. And just because you feel you haven't contributed as much of the others doesn't mean anything. You are very strong in the Force, Boolon. And you have all the time in the world to find your path in the galaxy. But you're off to a good start, and you have a ferocious curiosity about the Force that will serve you well because you also have a very strong sense of right and wrong. You said it yourself. You want to know more about this power that binds all living things, and what to avoid. If that's not a sign of a Jedi in the making, then I don't know what is."

“Thank you very much, Mister Skywalker.”

His words provide much relief, putting my anxieties to rest.

“I’ll continue to do whatever I can to help. And I look forward to learning more,” I say with a slight bow.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As Joren begins to stir from a deep sleep, he lays in his bed looking over at Kelsa who is still sleeping beside him. For a moment he feels a twinge of guilt as he thinks about how long he's been separated from her.

His duties as a member of Luke's New Jedi Order have kept him away for her for far too long, first on the jungles of Yavin 4 and then traveling the galaxy serving the New Republic. Even when they've been together in recent months, they haven't been able to spend any significant time with one another, and that has bothered him a great deal.

These last few months have been very hard on her. Although she does her best not to show it, she has had a difficult time dealing with the death of her father. She has spent many nights unable to sleep, tossing and turning...and in the few moments when sleep does come, so do the dreams.

The corpses of her father and her servants burning in the living quarters of her home, even as the heavy footsteps of the Imperial stormtroopers come closer and closer, until they finally come into view, the burning corpses of the only family she's ever had reflecting in their white armor.

He should have been there for her, and he wasn't...and for that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to forgive himself. He does however, intend to make it up to her.

He lays there, watching Kelsa's chest rise and fall with each breath. At least for now, she seems to be in a peaceful sleep. He is struck by just how stunning she is right now, and he resents the fact that it is time for him to again leave her behind.

Through the Force, he can feel the excitement of some of the others...particularly Dono and he knows that must mean that they have nearly arrived.

He climbs out of bed, and as he does so Kelsa begins to stir. He walks over to her side of the bed and gently kisses her on the forehead before he fastens his boots and walks out of his chambers toward the cockpit.

As he approaches Dono and Nyna, who had been engaged in playful banter, he feels a sudden change in their mood as the Dreams comes out of hyperspace in the Corellian system, and for the first time see their enemy.

"Um guys...I think we're gonna need a bigger fleet." Nyna says, as she stares wide-eyed at the six Imperial star destroyers orbiting Corellia.

 

[wiegeabo]

Clad in my orange jumpsuit, I pull my gloves on as I head up to the bridge. We're going to be jumping out of hyperspace any moment, and I want to see first hand how bad this is going to be. If we're very lucky, and if the Force is with us, Ackbar's backup fleet will have already arrived.

Suffice it to say, it's not often we're that lucky.

"Um guys...I think we're gonna need a bigger fleet." Nyna says, as she stares wide-eyed at the six Imperial star destroyers orbiting Corellia.

"Not good." Understatement of the month, Luke.

"Get the Falcon and Venture on comms. Tell Wedge I'll meet him in space. Their TIE's will be here in no time, and the Rogue's will need to drive a wedge for you to get through."

I don't wait for the response, because there just isn't any time. I run into the cargo bay, thankful that Artoo is already loaded in the fighter. He whistles loudly at me.

"Yeah, it's bad. But at least we'll have backup this time." I quickly climb into the cockpit and pull my helmet on. Artoo starts prepping the launch sequence as I close the canopy and signal for the cargo bay door to open.

Reaching out into the Force, I calm my racing heart and open my eyes with new clarity. Artoo's words flash on the screen.

"Okay. Punch it."

And we launch out into space...

 

[Byrd Man]

​

The Falcon rattles as we pop out of Hyperspace.

"Wow....that is...yeah."

The Dreams and Errant Venture come into focus as well.

"Chewie, start evasive manuevers. I'm headed to the gunner seat."

I run down the halls of the Falcon, tripping up and falling to the floor as I crash into a gold-clad figure.

"A thousand apologies, Master Han!" Threepio whines out.

"Can it, Goldie!"

Pulling myself up off the ground, I look down at the prone droid. "Wait a minute. I need you to do some reprogramming for me."

"Certainly. How my be of service?"

Jerking the robot off the floor, I push him towards the ship's circuit panels.

"Rewire the ship's guns and turrets to work on auto. Paint any ship that's no Imperial as a friendly."

"That will take some considerable-"

"Can you do it or not?"

"Of course. You know, this is not my first experience with a ship's defenses. Previously-"

"Just shut up and do it!"

Running away from Threepio, I come back into the cockpit and slide into the pilot's seat. I see what appears to be a sea of TIE fighters rolling in from the starships.

"Looks like we got company."

Grabbing the controls, I dip the Falcon down into space and prepare her for yet another big battle.​

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"Status report on Zeta strikeforce, Captain?" Zsinj asks Captain Tylon as his subordinate approaches.

"According to initial reports, the Corellians aboard Centerpoint Station put up heavy resistence. The station was well guarded, however our strikeforce has suppressed the resistence and will soon be in total control of Centerpoint, sir."

"Very good. And what of that vessel that dropped out of hyperpace near the rebel fleet?"

Unconfirmed sir, however its transponder codes identified itself as The Darq Dreams. The same vessel has been identified as having been involved in several squirmishes with Imperial ships, and our intelligence indicates that the vessel is associated with....Jedi."

"Indeed?"

"Yes sir. Unsubstantiated, of course."

"Of course. Never the less, one vessel will hardly make a difference. Send the order to The Gorax to attack, Captain. I want the rebel fleet destroyed."

"Very good, sir."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As the Falcon comes out of hyperspace above Corellia, the ships proximity alarms begin going off right away. I look over to Han, who is focused on the immense battle that is just beginning over his homeworld, and before he can say anything I race to one of the laser cannons and strap myself into the crash webbing, while Han does the same in the other.

The space infront of me is illuminated in a volley of brilliant colors as blasterfire soars over the Falcon, and then I see them...Six Imperial Star Destroyers orbiting the planet, and coming from one of them was what can only be described as a cloud of TIE fighters, coming straight toward us like a swarm of angry rock hornets.

However, several squads of X-Wings rushed to met them, joined by Y-Wings and B-Wings...and as I watch the dog fight rage on, something seems different about our enemy, and it wasn't until one of the TIE fighters got alittle too close to the Falcon and was vaped by Han, did I see that we were facing a new type of enemy.

This TIE fighter was different from your normal TIE fighter, instead of the large wings on either side of the ball cockpit, these TIE's had four fins coming from the cockpit itself, and seemed a bit more manuverable than the normal TIE fighter. Whoever has orchestrated this attack obviously has vast resources and the ability to put those resources to use.

This reasization leaves a cold lump in my stomach, however I try to fight through my fears as we rocket toward the enemy fleet.

The Falcon shutters as a pair of blaster bolts deflect off the ship's shields, and Chewie pulls on the control yoke, feigning right before bringing the Falcon back around to the left, where Han is able to blast the attacking fighter, and then the proximity alarms rings again.

"CHEWIE! LOOK OUT!" I shout as the Falcon races toward a Mon Calamari Cruiser, which has just come out of hyperspace meters in front of us.

 

[Carnage27]

I sit cross legged next to my X-wing as the Errant Venture speeds through hyperspace towards my embattled homeworld of Corellia. Saying I was nervous would be an understatement. I have no idea what I'll see when I drop out of the Venture's docking bay. But I do know one thing.

I'll find the Empire. And I'll be ready for them. With the Force as my ally, I have nothing to fear.

"Remember," Master Skywalker's voice rings through my head as I remember some of his teachings, "a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. It surrounds him and binds him. With it as his ally, he can overcome all obstacles and enemies."

A loud alarm goes off inside the landing bay, signaling we're about to come out of hyperspace. I act quickly, and hop into my figher, and the astromech droid, R6-D3, that came with it begins beeping and whirring with excitement, "You ready back there, Arsix?"

"Get ready, kid," Commander Antilles says, coming over the commsystem.

I feel the Venture lurch a bit, and I realize we've come out of hyperspace. I see the other three Rogues lift off, and I do the same. The Venture opes up her bay doors, and the four of us, along with the Dralshy'a, rocket out into the melee outside.

I'm almost blinded by the amount of laser fire that fills my windshield as I enter my first real space battle. But my eyes quickly adjust, and I drop into formation with the Rogues.

But the shock to my eyes doesn't compare to the shock to my heart. I can see six Star Destroyers, a few of which are bombarding Corellia, and a ton of TIE fighters. I can't help but think down to the planet and-

"They only sent six? This is gonna be easier than I thought," Corran Horn's voice echoes through my comm. And with that All my fears fade away. I'm flying with the best of the best here, and on top of that their Corellians. There's nothing we can't do.

"Let's go show these guys that they've just pulled the krayt's tail!" I say as we pass through a wave of TIEs and our quad blaster cannons rip through them with ease.

 

[Carnage27]

We pass through some TIEs, and take care of them quickly, but there's something wrong about them. They don't have a regular TIE build or wing shape. Instead, they've got four foils instead of the trademark solar wings, leading me to believe we're in a lot more trouble than I originally thought. This isn't some normal Imperial force.

And of course the fact that it's my home planet that I see burning in front of me. My world. The world I said I'd do anything to protect.

We dip an weave through the massive amounts of TIE fighters, and I'm honestly amazed how well we're fairing under the circumstances. And then, a familiar voice comes over our comm channel, "Glad you guys could join the party!"

I can't help but smile, even at a time like this. Gavin Darklighter, along with Hobbie Klivian, and Tycho Clelchu drop into formation with the rest of us. Now, once we find Luke, Rogue Squadron will be eight pilots strong. And there's nothing the Empire can do to stop that.

"Good to see you boys. Form up, and get ready. Our two newbies are Androoni Hui and Huc Vondar. Let's find Skywalker and then kick some Imperial tail," I say speeding up into some evasive maneuvers.

We shred some more TIEs, and then a lone X-wing blows one off my tail, "Good to see you, Luke. What's our course of action here?"

 

[Byrd Man]

​

As the Falcon comes out of hyperspace above Corellia, the ships proximity alarms begin going off right away. I look over to Han, who is focused on the immense battle that is just beginning over his homeworld, and before he can say anything I race to one of the laser cannons and strap myself into the crash webbing, while Han does the same in the other.

The space infront of me is illuminated in a volley of brilliant colors as blasterfire soars over the Falcon, and then I see them...Six Imperial Star Destroyers orbiting the planet, and coming from one of them was what can only be described as a cloud of TIE fighters, coming straight toward us like a swarm of angry rock hornets.

However, several squads of X-Wings rushed to met them, joined by Y-Wings and B-Wings...and as I watch the dog fight rage on, something seems different about our enemy, and it wasn't until one of the TIE fighters got alittle too close to the Falcon and was vaped by Han, did I see that we were facing a new type of enemy.

This TIE fighter was different from your normal TIE fighter, instead of the large wings on either side of the ball cockpit, these TIE's had four fins coming from the cockpit itself, and seemed a bit more manuverable than the normal TIE fighter. Whoever has orchestrated this attack obviously has vast resources and the ability to put those resources to use.

This reasization leaves a cold lump in my stomach, however I try to fight through my fears as we rocket toward the enemy fleet.

The Falcon shutters as a pair of blaster bolts deflect off the ship's shields, and Chewie pulls on the control yoke, feigning right before bringing the Falcon back around to the left, where Han is able to blast the attacking fighter, and then the proximity alarms rings again.

"CHEWIE! LOOK OUT!" I shout as the Falcon races toward a Mon Calamari Cruiser, which has just come out of hyperspace meters in front of us.

I feel vertigo wash over my body as Chewie spins the ship to avoid the star cruiser. I hear something crunch against the top of the ship. Grabbing hold to the headset, I start to yell. "What was that?"

"Mrrr!"

"You better not have scratched the paint."

I turn back to the gun and start to let loose into the freaky looking TIE fighters. They duck, dive, and dodge my blasts. "Leia, babe, how you holding up?"

I get one of the strange fighters into my crosshairs and pull the trigger. It vaporizes into a cloud of dust. One down, about five thousand more to go.

 

[wiegeabo]

We pass through some TIEs, and take care of them quickly, but there's something wrong about them. They don't have a regular TIE build or wing shape. Instead, they've got four foils instead of the trademark solar wings, leading me to believe we're in a lot more trouble than I originally thought. This isn't some normal Imperial force.

And of course the fact that it's my home planet that I see burning in front of me. My world. The world I said I'd do anything to protect.

We dip an weave through the massive amounts of TIE fighters, and I'm honestly amazed how well we're fairing under the circumstances. And then, a familiar voice comes over our comm channel, "Glad you guys could join the party!"

I can't help but smile, even at a time like this. Gavin Darklighter, along with Hobbie Klivian, and Tycho Clelchu drop into formation with the rest of us. Now, once we find Luke, Rogue Squadron will be eight pilots strong. And there's nothing the Empire can do to stop that.

"Good to see you boys. Form up, and get ready. Our two newbies are Androoni Hui and Huc Vondar. Let's find Skywalker and then kick some Imperial tail," I say speeding up into some evasive maneuvers.

We shred some more TIEs, and then a lone X-wing blows one off my tail, "Good to see you, Luke. What's our course of action here?"

"Rogue Two to Rogue One: Hope you don't mind a little help. Looked like you could use it."

"Luke! Good to see you back where you belong. Finally realize all that Force stuff wasn't for you?"

"Right, Gavin. Couldn't wait to get back into space so Imperials can shoot at me again." A half dozen TIE's suddenly explode when they get the bright idea to cross our formation.

"Wedge, how about we give the Dreams an escort into the fray? Show them what a real fight is like. And remind the Imperials what some lowly Rebels can do."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Barrett & his crew drop out of Hyperspace on the outskrits of the battle.

The crew sees the battle underway in space. They look calm and focused but Barrett can tell that they are somewhat nervous. They should because even Barrett is somewhat taken aback.

Uh-Oh...Leia what have you gotten us into this time.

He says in calm and even tone, "Welcome to the big leagues everyone."

Barrett looks at Hernandez and asks, "Can you get us to our landing site?"

Hernandez nods. Barrett could accept a simple nod at this time because Hernandez was already thinking three steps ahead of the attacking ships and forming his own plan of attack.

Hernandez says, "I'm engaging the cloak now."

The ship cloaks and he says, "This is creating a lot of stress on the power-cells, but for the peek-a-boo attacks on the supply ships we should be fine. ETA to ground 5 minutes"

Barrett looks to his crew and says, "Gear it up! Hernandez is gonna drop us and go! If you don't got all your gear together you're screwed!"

He looks at Hernandez and says, "Ït's pretty intense out here. Remember hit and run on the supply ships only do not under any circumstances what so ever engage the main body and only engage fighters as a matter of life and death. Keep your channel open and only repsond to me. If Leia contacts you give her my frequency code and that is all.If you engage the main body you better pray that you get killed bceuase if they don't do it I will! Understood?"

Hernandez nods.

Barrett looks and sees everyone geared up and ready to roll. He nods and Hernandez yells, "Get ready this is gonna be tight."

He manuvers between two Star Destroyers and barrell rolls to the planet.

Hernandez says, "Touch down in 3,2,1. DOWN!

Barrett says, "Everyone go!"

The crew disembarks and Hernandez takes off as Barrett quietly says to the ship, "May the Force be with you Edward."

He looks at the crew and says, Äll-right the array is about 2 miles over that ridge we'll break up into teams of 3. I'll take Johnson and Riccio with me as A. Lownestein, Ling and Winslow you're crew B and that leaves Williams, Kelly, and DuCard as C. Plan is A heads this way, B there and C there. Basically we are gettting the array in a triangle once you get in your position one ping on the radio and that is all. Do not engage the ground troops and do not attack the array It is important that we take the array in one peice. Questions?"

They all stare at Barrett and he says, "Move out and good hunting."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As the Dreams enters the battle above Corellia, the ship immediately bucks as it is greeted by laserfire hitting it's aft shields. Not rattled by the sudden attack, Nyna pulls back on the steering yoke and the ship enters into a sudden roll as she returns fire.

"Joren, Dono! You guys want to keep those TIEs away from my ship?" Kelsa shouts from the copilot's seat.

Dono doesn't answer, instead he fires two shots from the Dream's rear mounted laser cannon, vaping the pursuing vessel. The thrill of the kill doesn't last long, as he sees several more of the strange TIE fighters moving straight toward the Dreams.

"We got company!" Joren shouts to the others.

"I see them!" Nyna says as several of the oncoming fighters suddenly explode in front of them.

She immediately banks to the left as a group of X-Wings converge on the TIEs, allowing the Dreams to get clear.

"Thanks for the assist." She says into the comm, and almost immediately there is a confirmation from the other end.

As Nyna brings the Dreams around for another run at the TIE fighters, a strange voice comes over the comm frequency shared by the New Republic forces.

"......terpoint Station. We have a small force on the station now, but we need reinforcements if we hope to retake it. Again, the Imperial forces have taken Centerpoint Station. We have a small force on the station now, but we need reinforcements if we hope to retake it."

For a moment silence hangs in the air. The power that Centerpoint Station wields is legendary, and in the hands of the Imperials could me more devestating than a hundred Death Stars.

Joren makes his way to the cockpit and listens as the transmission is replayed over the frequency again.

"Nyna, can you get us in there long enough for me to get on the station?"

"It'll be tricky, but yeah, I can do it."

"Do it, I'm going in. Send a reply transmission that we're going in. Maybe it'll lessen the chance of getting vaped by our own team if they know what we're doing."

"I'm going with you, vod'ika."

"I kinda figured...but I didn't want to speak for you."

And with that, Nyna began relaying the transmission while the Dreams rocketed toward the massive space station.

 

[Carnage27]

"Wedge, how about we give the Dreams an escort into the fray? Show them what a real fight is like. And remind the Imperials what some lowly Rebels can do."

"Sounds like a good plan to me, Rogue Two," I repeat, blowing a TIE out of my way as I do so. "They don't know what they've done here, have they?"

"No, they don't," Corran says with more conviction in his voice than I've ever heard before. This has angered him greatly, and he's worried about his girlfriend on the planet's surface. And I can't blame him.

"......terpoint Station. We have a small force on the station now, but we need reinforcements if we hope to retake it. Again, the Imperial forces have taken Centerpoint Station. We have a small force on the station now, but we need reinforcements if we hope to retake it."

"You heard them, boys and girls!" I call to the Rogues. "Let's blow a hole through the forces and get the Dreams in there!"

"We're going in too!" Vartok Ordo, the Mandalorian father of one of Luke's student's chimes in, as his frieghter takes out a few TIEs in our path. "It never hurts to have some Mandalorians on the ground."

"Sounds like a great plan to me," I reply with a smile. I'm at my best when I'm behind the stick of an X-wing, and right now, I'm at the best of my best. Luke has commented at times that my reflexes are almost Jedi-like, and now is one of those times.

I almost know when our opponents are going before they get there, and they don't stand a chance once they do. The Imps knocked over a rock hornets net here, and now their going to have to deal with that.

**********

IC: Huc

Pulling my X-wing into a tight roll and loop, I get out of the way as a Y-wing erupts from a direct shot to it's cockpit. The flashes from the Force from the death in the battle around me. It's hard to keep it out, but I do my best.

As the transmission from Centerpoint Station comes over the comm system, my heart sinks. Centerpoint is incredibly powerful and could possibly destroy star systems if used right. That was classified information, but my dad let it slip to me.

Matter of fact he did that all too often. I can't help but smile when I think of him, and I know he's fighting on the ground down there, protecting our homeworld. because that's the kind of man he is. A man of action.

I open a comm line to the Dralshy'a, while staying in formation as the Rogue group goes through attack runs, "Mission."

"Yea, Huc, what's up?" Mission's voice comes back over the line. I can hear metal clanking in the background, meaning she's putting on her armor.

"You need to make sure Centerpoint is liberated back to us. It's more dangerous than anyone here knows."

"How dangerous?"

"You have no idea," I say.
​

 

[Optikal]

KEYAN RAIKO

The heat of the morning sun warmed his back as Keyan delved deep into the guts of the old Y-Wing. The thing had been used almost a decade before in a skirmish to rout out Imperial forces after the Emporer had been destroyed.

Now it was nothing more than a tub of scrap housing the few remnants of any real value. Sparks flew off the repulor lift and Keyan threw himself back, catching his head on the hatch opening.

"Ow!" he cried, rubbing his head as a deep scowl set upon his face. A few feet away, his trusty old R4 astro droid tootled helplessly at him.

"Well how about you come and give me a hand?!" Keyan asked, sighing in exasperation.

Arfour rolled forward and plugged himself into a maintenance joint, attuning with the ships old systems. a few bleeps later and Keyan tried to loosen the drive once more, this time succeeding. "Yeah, thanks for that Arfour" he grunted without looking up.

"KEY!"

Keyan glanced up and saw his young wife, Adela racing across the dirty ground of the yard. Her clothes were utilitarian, like his own. bark pants, a tan shirt and dark boots. Though Keyan had a dark jacket hooked over an old defunct droid shell nearby. Seeing the level of anxiety in her beautiful features, Key rested the spanner in his hand to one side and instinctively thumbed at his blaster holster.

"Key, they're back. They'll be here any minute".

Keyan grabbed his jacket and swung it about his shoulders. "Alright". he sighed. "Get Jaden inside and stay in there. I'll deal with this".

"Be careful, you know what kind of animal those guys are". Adela said, kissing him on the cheek before making her way back across the yard towardstheir small house. Keyan took a deep breath and waited for the Enforcers to arrive.
​

 

[Byrd Man]

"......terpoint Station. We have a small force on the station now, but we need reinforcements if we hope to retake it. Again, the Imperial forces have taken Centerpoint Station. We have a small force on the station now, but we need reinforcements if we hope to retake it."

My stomach grows cold from inside the gunner's seat. Every Corellian knows good and well Centerpoint is the reason the Corellian system even exists. A race of people a long time ago moved all the planets into the Corellian system using the station. Imagine the Empire moving a planet and slamming it right into another one.

The invasion made me mad, now this is has really pissed me off. I listen in to the rest of the convo as I blast away at TIEs. Joren and his crew, along with Mandalorians are going in to help.

Chewie flies the Falcon into formation with the rest of the Rogues, creating a perfect escort formation for the Dreams.

"I want to go in, too," I say to Leia as I speak into my headset. "I know Joren and the Mandalorains can handle themselves, but I'd feel a lot better if I could help out on the inside."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Barrett and his troops get into their positions.

He hears each group leader let out one ping and says into his headset, "All-right stand by."

He pulls out his telescopic lenses and spots 8 troopers standing guard forming a square around the array.

Okay we got them outnumbered but a straight out fire-fight could damage the array and that could give us company that we don't need right now. If we can get the troops to break formation and get some or most of them in one place we could be in business.

He says into his headset, "When you all see the fireworks shoot anything in white."

Barrett says to his sharpshooter Johnson, "Pull up your laser sight and aim it right at the left eye of the trooper nearest to us. Don't shoot just get his attention. I want him to come over to us wait for my signal"

He then turns to Riccio and says, "Get a magnetic charge ready to go into the helmet."

Riccio says, "Charge ready 5 second delay."

He nods to Johnson and she begins shooting her targeting scope at the nearby trooper. The trooper begins to cross over.

Barrett whispers, "Stand by."

The trooper closes in as Barrett tackles him and pulls off his helmet. He disables the vocal processor in the helmet and Riccio then plants the charge on the trooper's head and helmet as he puts it back on the trooper's head.

He motions for Johnson and Riccio to stand up and says, "Wow looks like you got us better take us in."

The tropper tries to speak but realizes he can't. Barrett says, "Well what are you waiting for."

The trooper shakes his head and motions for the 3 to move forward with their hands up. The 3 captured team members move towards the array as 4 other troopers.

A trooper asks, "What happened?"

The disabled one points to his helmet and the lead trooper removes the helmet. To which Barrett then dives shoving Johnson and Riccio out of the way as the trooper explodes and taking the other 4 with him. He then looks up and sees the other teams engage the last three troopers.

Once the last trooper falls Barrett waits for the other groups to meet up with them.

He says, "All-right now let's get down to work."

 

[Optikal]

KEYAN RAIKO

The heat of the morning sun warmed his back as Keyan delved deep into the guts of the old Y-Wing. The thing had been used almost a decade before in a skirmish to rout out Imperial forces after the Emporer had been destroyed.

Now it was nothing more than a tub of scrap housing the few remnants of any real value. Sparks flew off the repulor lift and Keyan threw himself back, catching his head on the hatch opening.

"Ow!" he cried, rubbing his head as a deep scowl set upon his face. A few feet away, his trusty old R4 astro droid tootled helplessly at him.

"Well how about you come and give me a hand?!" Keyan asked, sighing in exasperation.

Arfour rolled forward and plugged himself into a maintenance joint, attuning with the ships old systems. a few bleeps later and Keyan tried to loosen the drive once more, this time succeeding. "Yeah, thanks for that Arfour" he grunted without looking up.

"KEY!"

Keyan glanced up and saw his young wife, Adela racing across the dirty ground of the yard. Her clothes were utilitarian, like his own. bark pants, a tan shirt and dark boots. Though Keyan had a dark jacket hooked over an old defunct droid shell nearby. Seeing the level of anxiety in her beautiful features, Key rested the spanner in his hand to one side and instinctively thumbed at his blaster holster.

"Key, they're back. They'll be here any minute".

Keyan grabbed his jacket and swung it about his shoulders. "Alright". he sighed. "Get Jaden inside and stay in there. I'll deal with this".

"Be careful, you know what kind of animal those guys are". Adela said, kissing him on the cheek before making her way back across the yard towardstheir small house. Keyan took a deep breath and waited for the Enforcers to arrive.
​

KEYAN RAIKO

Keyan stepped forward, wiping his oily hands on an old rag as the three enforcers strode towards him. The first, a Rodian, carrying an old imperial carbine rifle, nodded towards the being on his left shoulder. "Kravokk here says you weren't very appreciative of our efforts to take care of your business the last time he visited you, Raiko".

Keyan glanced at the creature, a Quarra, and nodded slowly. "He's right. I don't want anything to do with whatever it is that you're pushing".

The Rodian sighed and shook his head remorsefully. "Such a shame. Harrar K'null offers you such a wonderful gesture and you care to throw it back and spit in his face?"

"I do nothing of the sort" Keyan growled "I didn't ask you here".

"Well, you know full well that bad things tend to happen to those who choose to defy the generosity of Harrar K'null. I'm a decent man, Raiko and I'll give you one last chance to make the right decision. All we ask is a small fee for a service that ensures safety and security for you and your family. Surely that is a small price to pay for that pretty young thing you've got holed up in your shack, hmm?"

Keyan gritted his teeth and instinctively thumber for his blaster. Met with the clicking of three weapons levelled at him, he stopped at the last second, hand hovering like an Old West Gunslinger. "You leave them out of this". he snarled, not taking his eyes off the little Rodian.

"I wish I could," the reply came almost sympathetically, but with mocking undertones. "Whatever may happen to you Raiko, you must live in the knowledge that you brought this on yourself". The Rodian nodded to the creature on his right shoulder, a shabby looking Bothan with a huge scar running down his tan muzzle. "Fetch them. If this reekspit won't pay up, we'll take what we need!"

"NO!" Keyan dropped to his right, his hand drawing the pistol and firing off a shot as his shoulder hit the ground. The shot caught the Rodian high in the arm and sent him reeling. Keyan rolled and found his feet...

KRACK!

A huge fist slammed into his temple knocking him sideways. His pistol skittered across the dirt and beyond his reach. Keyan snarled and dived at the Quarra, tackling him to the ground. Fists flew and blows were dealt as the two combatants rolled in the dirt, each unable to gain position. Keyan managed to slam a firm headbutt in between the ebony orbs of the Quarra, gaining him an advantage. Grasping a rock, he riased it high, ready to bring it down.

THUD!

The butt of a rifle connected with his temple. Key tried to rise, but a second blow, viciously sent him into the dirt. He managed to look up into the rage filled face of the little Rodian, his blood stained arm grasping onto the rifle. Key could only watch as it came crashing down a third time, sending him into darkness.
​

​

 

[Optikal]

As the battle around Centerpoint raged, a group of X-wings leapt out of Corellias atmosphere. Their dark purple markings distinguishing them from the Rogues traditional red paint jobs.

"Talons. break form on my mark. Pick your targets and watch your tails. Let's show these old guys what we can do!". Myn Donos eyed his screens as Shiner laid out the battlescene. The Imps were everywhere, though the Rogues and The Falcon were living up to their legendary reputations admirably. "Alright Talons. Mark".

The Squadron broke off, grabbing targets and spitting laser bolts into the fray. Donos angled his ship toward the path being cleared towards Centerpoint and took out a TIE with ease. Spinning the X-Wing into a barrel roll, he blitzed past two more TIEs that were picked off by two other Talons.

"Talon Leader to Rogue Leader. Figured you boys might need some extra guns up here! Lets see if anything Janson taught us has rubbed off!"
​

 

[Rain Dog]

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“You are not authorized to enter the armory."

“I have orders from Grubba…”

“Grubba has not authorized you to enter the armory."

“Hrrrnn…4-LOM should have cleared the armory…”

“...'4-LOM' is not authorized to ente--"

A blaster bolt hit the supervisor droid in the chest, blowing it apart. Zuckuss grinned behind his mask, happy to finally silence the overzealous machine. Or so he thought…

The droid’s long, clawed arm reached for a button on the armory’s control panel. Suddenly, the droid’s irritating voice filled the halls as blue sirens flashed.

“BREACH! BREACH!"

“Sithspit…”

The gand hunter turned his back to the armory door and patiently awaited his prey. His eyes locked on to the far end of the corridor, waiting for the first head to come peaking out as it turned the corner. As a wet, green snout snuck out from behind the wall, Zuckuss immediately aimed his blaster rifle. As the head of the Gamorrean came into full view, Zuckuss pulled his trigger and sent a bolt whizzing through the pig’s ear. The hulking brute crumpled to the ground and the thugs that followed close behind proceeded to trip over his bulky corpse. Zuckuss took the opportunity to move in, popping off shots from his rifle to end the downed guards. Zuckuss had finished off this wave of thugs but knew more were on their way. Now at the end of the corridor, Zuckuss drew the quarterstaff strapped to his back, replacing it with his blaster rifle. The next wave was to face him in close range.

The moment the next group of thugs turned the corner, Zuckuss thrust his quasterstaff forward, impaling a slender human. Zuckuss quickly withdrew the staff and spun about, knocking the lifeless human away and bludgeoning the mercenary behind hm. An orange reptilian creature flanked the bounty hunter and attempted to strike Zuckuss with the butt of his gun. The gand quickly knocked away the attack with one side of his staff and spun to strike him in the temple with the other. With the reptilian momentarily stunned, Zuckuss freed one hand to grab the blaster pistol at his belt and fired at oncoming thugs. As their still-running bodies tumbled to the floor, Zuckuss turned back towards his reptilian assailant, just now coming out of his stasis, and fired a bolt through his throat. The reptilian gurgled and grabbed his throat before going completely limp. The blue sirens flashed one final time and the droid’s voice was silence.

Zuckuss’ comm-link crackled with an incoming signal. He returned his blaster to its holster and grabbed the device, bringing it to his mask.

“I assume it was you who set off the alarm?"

“Correct. Did 4-LOM encounter problems?”

“No. I neutralized the guards and hacked into the main security terminal. Cameras have been deactivated. The alarm has been silenced. I have broadcast a message stating the intruders have been destroyed."

“Excellent. So no more guards?”

"For now. I have just unlocked the armory. Plant charge number one and I will guide you to the next location."

“Zuckuss shall.”

* * *​

Ossolus Yuvo was a bloated, wrinkled, greasy human that could have easily passed for a Hutt. Although a seemingly low-level underboss for the Black Sun, Yuvo had many connections in the Coruscanti underworld and his tenure gave him the knowledge of many of the organization’s secrets. Secrets which Rotta hoped to possess.

Yuvo downed another line of glitteryll spice before having his door kicked in by an ornery Trandoshan. Yuvo nearly jumped out of his seat, his fear amplified tenfold by the drug.

“Who the hell are you?! What the hell are you doing back here?!” the bloated human said with a blushed, sweaty face.

“Ossolus Yuvo. You’re coming with us.”

“Security! Security!!!” Yuvo shouted, looking in all directions, desperately hoping for someone to hear his cries for help.

“They’re gone,” Roma growled.

“Jussst come quietly. We don’t have ordersss to kill but if you don’t cooperate, there might be an acccident.”

Yuvo raised one hand in surrender as his other slowly snaked its way underneath his desk. Vorssk caught sight of this and quickly cocked his gun.

“Both hands up! Both hands up now!!!”

Yuvo quickly complied.

“In my experience, every damned time a mark reaches under a desk he goes for a gun or a silent alarm and I am too damned tired to deal with anymore of your goons!!! So get your fat ass out of the chair and start walking!”

Yuvo nodded and slowly rose from his seat, cautiously stepping towards the two reptilian thugs. When in reach, Vorssk grabbed him by the collar and pulled the sweaty crimelord in close.

“You got the drug?”

“Drug?”

“Bossss Rotta sssaid to knock him out and bring him back to the palaccce. I thought you brought the drug!”

“I wasn’t gonna drug him.”

“What?”

Vorssk smashed the butt of his ACP into the side of Yuvo’s head, making the bloated underboss instantly black out.

* * *​

“This is where you’ll be staying,” the Nimbanel servant said as she introduced Jakk and his men to their spacious room. The mercenaries looked around and could help but grin at their new lavish quarters.

“Ritzy. Very ritzy,” Jakk snickered. After taking in the sight of the room, the Clantaani mercenary turned towards his rowdy swoop gang and smiled.

“What do you think, boys?”

The gang hollered with delight and broke into uproarious laughter.

“A suite truly fit for the men who killed the mighty Rotta, eh boys?”

“Yes…about that…Master Anachro still requires the video evidence you promised in order to confirm that you have in fact eliminated Rotta the Hutt.”

“I said it was on its way, didn’t I, sweetheart?”

“Do you know when it will be arriving?”

“It’ll get here when it gets here. We’re not going anywhere, don’t you worry.”

“Very well. Despite your lack of evidence of Rotta’s death, Master Anachro is nonetheless pleased with your disposal of his lieutenant, Ephant Mon. While she awaits your proof, she has instructed me to do anything to make your stay a pleasurable one.”

“Anything, eh?” Jakk said as he stroked his scraggly chin.

“Send up some chuba stew, nerf steaks, dewback ribs, a keg of Gamorrean beer, two bottles of Chadian rum, one bottle of Corellian whiskey, one bottle of Rodian wine and about a dozen Twi’lek courtesans.”

 

[Carnage27]

"Talon Leader to Rogue Leader. Figured you boys might need some extra guns up here! Lets see if anything Janson taught us has rubbed off!"

"Glad to see you, Donos," I respond smiling. Myn's a good pilot, and his squads almost as good as we are. Almost. But having him and Talon Squadron here is a big relief. At least I know I have someone else to rely on here. "Form us and follow us towards Centerpoint. We're running escort for the three freighters behind us in order to retake the station."

The Talon X-wings form up behind us as we rocket towards the looming station in front of us. TIEs explode left and right as our red lasers rip through the weak Imperial fighters.

The TIEs were always a symbol of Imperial ignorance to me. The ships had no hyperdrive and no shields, but the Empire thought it wouldn't matter because no one would dare stand up to their mighty navy. And then we came along and punched them in the mouth until we knocked them down.

And now they pull something like this. Something that's going to drive us over the edge. Peace isn't an option for me now. I want to eradicate these bastards.

**********

IC: Huc

As we approach Centerpoint, Commander Antilles comes over the comm speaking to Corran Horn, "Looks like we've finally got their attention. Looks like one of the destroyers is headed our way. Rogue Three, take Janson, Gavin, Hobbie, and the kid with you to draw it's fire to give Han, the Mandos, and the Dreams time to dock, and then we'll catch up with you."

The five of us peel back in a u-turn roll and head towards the approaching Star Destroyer. As we speed towards the massive starship, Horn comes over the comm, "You okay, kid?"

"Yea, what's the plan here?" I ask, readjusting my scanners onto the Star Destroyer.

"We go in low and tight. It makes it harder for them to target us and easier for us to evade fire. And if we're lucky we'll have their shields down by the time the rest of them come to help," he responds. "Now watch out, we're almost in range of the turbolasers. Once they start, it's basically every man for himself."

Almost as he's finishing, a bright green wave erupts from the destroyer. I immediately push down on my control stick as my astromech Arsix squeals. I dip underneath the fire and push my thrusters at full bore towards the underside of the destroyer, "Relax, Arsix, I know what I'm doing!"

I skim the underside of my fighter along the underside of the massive ship and ready one of my proton torpedoes. As I pass over the destroyer's hangar opening, I let loose with the torpedo, and it slams into the hangar with an explosion, followed by a second hit.

Wes Janson comes over the comm, "That's one hell of a shot, kid! Nice job!"

I smile to myself, but only fleetingly as Arsix whistles a warning into the cockpit, and Corran announces, "Oh that is not good. Rogues...we've got another Star Destroyer coming after us!"
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[Carnage27]

"I'm sorry, sir. You can't enter here," the guard to the military intelligence center says. "We're on high alert, and even if we weren't citizens aren't usually allowed unless we're given prior warning."

I simply wave my hand in his face and lace my words with the Force, "I don't need prior warning. I will be allowed private access to the military network."

Like a drone, he responds, "You will be allowed private access to the military network."

He turns and escorts me into the large building, as military personnel scramble around the atrium like a pack of Endor chickens without their heads. Obviously something is going on in the galaxy, as the feelings of fear and apprehension reign supreme in the hearts of these men and women.

But I feel only one thing. Determination. Determination to find who I'm looking for, and to bring her back to me.

The guard leads me to an office on the thirtieth floor of the building, and slides his identification badge over the door's reader and it slides open. Inside I see a desk and an information port, along with some pictures of the guard and what I can only assume is his family. I turn back to him, "You're a great guard. Now, return to your post."

I sit at the desk and smile as I tap into the network, and immediately put in a search for Juno. Almost immediately, her file springs up. I quickly jot down an address on Coruscant, and not a moment too soon. I must have been tracked since I came in, and I feel three soldier's presences outside of the office.

"Sir, we know you are in there, and we want you to come out with your hands up!" one of them shouts.

"I'm sorry, my friend," I respond as I take out one of my lightsabers and begin to cut a hole in the window behind the desk. "You see I've got a meeting to go to."

As the soldiers enter the office, I dive out of the hole and use the Force to guide myself to the ground safely. Some soliders begin to chase me down the street, but I easily out run them with the Force propelling my movements.

It takes me only an hour to reach Juno's old apartment, and I easily slice my way into the domicile. Dust lines the furniture and walls, leading me to believe Juno hasn't been here in a long, long time. I begin rummaging through her stuff, but find nothing.

Then, suddenly, a noise from behind me, sends me on alert. I activate my lightsabers, which illuminate another figure from my past, and I can't help but smile.

"PROXY?" I ask with a smile on my face.

"Master? Is it you...?" the droid asks, surprised. "It can't be. We were sure you were dead. I'm very glad to see you are not."

"Same here, PROXY. Same here. It's great to see you. Where's Juno?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that either, Master," he responds shaking his head. "She went out on a mission a year ago, and hasn't been home since. None of the military intelligence has come by to tell me where she is."

A presence in the Force alerts me to plenty of people have surrounded the apartment complex, "Well, they're here now."

"Master?"

"Don't worry, PROXY. Stay here. I'll be back for you soon," I say as I head out of the building with my hands on my head. "Okay! I give up!"

The soldiers surround me, and one puts me in binders, "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in court."