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

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Leia leads Joren and Dono into the cramped office where the security holos for the residential zone in which their apartment building lies are kept. For what seems like hours, they pour over holo recording after holo recording with no success. The daunting task made more difficult by the simple fact that there are no security holos in or in the direct vicinity of the apartment building which they called home.

So they are forced to focus on the skylanes and the pedestrian walkways that lead to their building. After going through the footage in several cameras, they find something.

"There." Dono says, pointing out a large Mandalorian head to toe in jet black armor. "That's Drexlan".

"You're sure?" Joren says as he pushes in closer to get a better look.

"There's no mistaking him. That's our man."

"Friend of yours?" Leia asks as she examines the holo.

"Hardly. He's very good at what he does...unfortunately he does alot of work for the kaths."

"The Kaths?"

"The kath Hounds. They're one of the more powerful gangs on Nar Shaddaa...they're only second to the Hutts. They're dangerous...and we have a bit of a history. He's our guy."

"So, what now?"

"He keeps a safe house on Tatooine, I think we start there. Even if he isn't there, he has some associates who might be willing to talk...with the right persuasion."

"Let's go. We've got to get there as soon as we can."

Dono starts heading out the door behind Joren, but stops short, turning back to Leia.

"We'll need a ship."

"A ship?" Leia says, not following. "You have the Dreams."

"And they'll be looking for it. If Drexlan spots it, we'll never get close enough to find him. We need something that he wouldn't recognize."

"I see." Leia says, seeing Dono's point.

"I think I have the perfect ship for you. Let me make a call." She says as she pulls out her comlink.

Joren and Dono immediately leave the small security office toward the landing pad Leia had indicated. She had contacted her old friend Lando Calrissian and explained the situation, he had insisted that Dono and Joren take the Lady Luck on their mission to find Kelsa.

As they walk down the long corridor which leads to the Imperial Palace, where the ship is docked at one of the private landing pads reserved for New Republic VIP's.

Passing by the Grand Corridor, marked with it's twin rows of ch'hala trees, Joren sees Luke walking away from the corridor, helping Nyna down the hallway, flanked by Deena. When Joren and Dono approach the Jedi Master, he makes eye contact with Deena, who looks at Joren with a sorrowful look, her concern for him, and his friends pouring into the Force.

"Master Skywalker, a word?"
 
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"unggghhh..."

"How are you feeling?"

"Kelsa?"

"...I'm afraid not."

Nyna finally is able to open her eyes. And the pain in them is obvious.

"It's ok, you can tell me what happened..."


Joren and Dono immediately leave the small security office toward the landing pad Leia had indicated. She had contacted her old friend Lando Calrissian and explained the situation, he had insisted that Dono and Joren take the Lady Luck on their mission to find Kelsa.

As they walk down the long corridor which leads to the Imperial Palace, where the ship is docked at one of the private landing pads reserved for New Republic VIP's.

Passing by the Grand Corridor, marked with it's twin rows of ch'hala trees, Joren sees Luke walking away from the corridor, flanked by Deena. When Joren and Dono approach the Jedi Master, he makes eye contact with Deena, who looks at Joren with a sorrowful look, her concern for him, and his friends pouring into the Force.

"Master Skywalker, a word?"

I help Nyna walk, keeping my arm around her for support. Boloon did an amazing job healing her. And so did the doctors. But she still should be resting. She needs time to recover.

But try telling her that.

I nod at Joran and Leia takes over with helping Nyna. "Find anything?"
 
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"unggghhh..."

"How are you feeling?"

"Kelsa?"

"...I'm afraid not."

Nyna finally is able to open her eyes. And the pain in them is obvious.

"It's ok, you can tell me what happened..."




I help Nyna walk, keeping my arm around her for support. Boloon did an amazing job healing her. And so did the doctors. But she still should be resting. She needs time to recover.

But try telling her that.

I nod at Joran and Leia takes over with helping Nyna. "Find anything?"

Joren nods, trying to keep his anger from rising anew at the sight of Nyna struggling to walk.

"We know who was responsible for the attack. A Mandalorian bounty hunter called Drexlan. He has a safehouse on Tatooine, I think we'll start there."
 
As I sit wedged into the engine repair bay of the Millennium Falcon, crammed in by the multitude of added machinery that Han added to the ship, I call out to Han, standing above looking at the readings, "So what do you know about your cousin Thrackan, Han?"

Before he can answer, I hear a growl from Chewbacca, and I climb up out of the pit, and toss the hydrospanner to the floor, "What? Is that a soft spot? And you've got a loose powercoupling down there. You've probably only been getting ten percent efficiency out of it. I tightened it as best as I could, but I think you should probably replace it."
 
Joren nods, trying to keep his anger from rising anew at the sight of Nyna struggling to walk.

"We know who was responsible for the attack. A Mandalorian bounty hunter called Drexlan. He has a safehouse on Tatooine, I think we'll start there."

"I had Threepio and Artoo run down a list of ships that left Coruscant. See if they can find Drexlan's. Might help you track down if he took Kelsa back to Tatooine or not."
 
"I had Threepio and Artoo run down a list of ships that left Coruscant. See if they can find Drexlan's. Might help you track down if he took Kelsa back to Tatooine or not."

"Thank you. But we're going to be going to be leaving as soon as we can get to the Lady Luck. If he isn't on Tatooine, he has associates who know where he is. That's our best bet. Would you be interested in taking a trip back to your old stomping grounds?"
 
"Thank you. But we're going to be going to be leaving as soon as we can get to the Lady Luck. If he isn't on Tatooine, he has associates who know where he is. That's our best bet. Would you be interested in taking a trip back to your old stomping grounds?"

"Of course I will. Anything I can to help. But you have to do something first." I step closer, making sure only he can hear. "You have to let go of the anger, the desire for vengeance. I know it'll be the hardest thing for you to do. But it will blind you. And it can only lead you down a path you don't want to go down."
 
As I sit wedged into the engine repair bay of the Millennium Falcon, crammed in by the multitude of added machinery that Han added to the ship, I call out to Han, standing above looking at the readings, "So what do you know about your cousin Thrackan, Han?"

Before he can answer, I hear a growl from Chewbacca, and I climb up out of the pit, and toss the hydrospanner to the floor, "What? Is that a soft spot? And you've got a loose powercoupling down there. You've probably only been getting ten percent efficiency out of it. I tightened it as best as I could, but I think you should probably replace it."

"Powercoupling? Kid, we've been tightening that baby for years now. Figured it's about time it finally crapped out on us."

I add the powercoupling to my list of things to get before turning to Huc. "As for Thracken....only thing you really need to know is that he's not me and I sure ain't him."
 
"Powercoupling? Kid, we've been tightening that baby for years now. Figured it's about time it finally crapped out on us."

I add the powercoupling to my list of things to get before turning to Huc. "As for Thracken....only thing you really need to know is that he's not me and I sure ain't him."

"I figured," I respond, wiping my hands on a towel. "After he sent his goons to kill a group of Corellian Senators trapped in the Senate building in Coronet."

After a look of surprise from Han and Mission I continue, "I think he's going to make a push for power in the system at some point. My dad has relocated a lot of CorSec's resources to finding him. Resources that aren't busy cleaning up what the Empire did, that is."

"Shouldn't you help find him, too?" Mission asks.

"Dad said I shouldn't worry about it and continue my training," I say shrugging. "Says that that is the most important thing right now."
 
"Of course I will. Anything I can to help. But you have to do something first." I step closer, making sure only he can hear. "You have to let go of the anger, the desire for vengeance. I know it'll be the hardest thing for you to do. But it will blind you. And it can only lead you down a path you don't want to go down."

Joren listens to Luke's words and sighs.

"...I know, Master. I have tried to control my feelings. It's just...somebody did this to send a message. They took Kelsa....and they nearly killed Nyna. I can't let this stand. I don't want vengance...I want justice. And most importantly I want Kelsa back."

Luke is about to say something when Leia steps in.

"Joren, I'm sorry but Luke can't go with you. I've recently been made aware of other developments, and I will need him here. Of course, if you need anything, just name it and I will be certain that you get it, but I need Luke here right now."
 
"I figured," I respond, wiping my hands on a towel. "After he sent his goons to kill a group of Corellian Senators trapped in the Senate building in Coronet."

After a look of surprise from Han and Mission I continue, "I think he's going to make a push for power in the system at some point. My dad has relocated a lot of CorSec's resources to finding him. Resources that aren't busy cleaning up what the Empire did, that is."

"Shouldn't you help find him, too?" Mission asks.

"Dad said I shouldn't worry about it and continue my training," I say shrugging. "Says that that is the most important thing right now."

"Thrackan is as crazy as he is ambitious. He plays the game and works for whatever side is winning. When the Empire was on top, he sided with them. Now he's singing a different tune."

Chewie comes up from the hole Huc crawled out of, the old powercoupling in his hands. "I just hope your dad can stop him before things get out of hand in Corellia. I don't want to see my home world break free of the Empire just to let a Bantha's ass like him take over."
 
Joren listens to Luke's words and sighs.

"...I know, Master. I have tried to control my feelings. It's just...somebody did this to send a message. They took Kelsa....and they nearly killed Nyna. I can't let this stand. I don't want vengance...I want justice. And most importantly I want Kelsa back."

Luke is about to say something when Leia steps in.

"Joren, I'm sorry but Luke can't go with you. I've recently been made aware of other developments, and I will need him here. Of course, if you need anything, just name it and I will be certain that you get it, but I need Luke here right now."

"Leia, I can't. Whatever it is, it'll have to wait. I need to help Joran. Besides, you know I grew up on Tatooine. Kelsa needs us."
 
"Thrackan is as crazy as he is ambitious. He plays the game and works for whatever side is winning. When the Empire was on top, he sided with them. Now he's singing a different tune."

Chewie comes up from the hole Huc crawled out of, the old powercoupling in his hands. "I just hope your dad can stop him before things get out of hand in Corellia. I don't want to see my home world break free of the Empire just to let a Bantha's ass like him take over."

"Dad knows what he's doing," I say. "He may be a stick in the mud sometimes, but that comes with the years of CorSec training and experience. They couldn't have gotten a better man for the job."

As bend down to cover up the engine bay for now, Han walks past me and the Corellian Bloodstripe that he earned flashes in my eye. My father has the same one, and I can't help but admire it. It's the highest honor the Corellian Military can bestow upon an individual, and it's not something to be taken lightly.

He gives me his hand to help me up, and I take it. As he goes to leave the Falcon, I call to him, "Hey, Han! Thanks. It means a lot to have a Corellian in our little band of adventurers here, especially after what happened. You and Wedge and Corran. It helps to have some people that completely get me."
 
"Leia, I can't. Whatever it is, it'll have to wait. I need to help Joran. Besides, you know I grew up on Tatooine. Kelsa needs us."

"Luke, I understand that. And I am willing to do whatever I can to help Joren find Kelsa, but I need you here."

I pause, knowing that now is not the time or place to tell him, especially if it isn't true...I wanted to be sure before I told Luke, but he isn't going to give me a choice.

"Luke, I've just learned that there is a man being held here on Coruscant...I can't get into it here, but Luke...it involves our father."
 
"Luke, I understand that. And I am willing to do whatever I can to help Joren find Kelsa, but I need you here."

I pause, knowing that now is not the time or place to tell him, especially if it isn't true...I wanted to be sure before I told Luke, but he isn't going to give me a choice.

"Luke, I've just learned that there is a man being held here on Coruscant...I can't get into it here, but Luke...it involves our father."

The chill that runs down my spine is almost physical. I breathe deeply a couple of times, taking the moment to think of what to do next. But, sometime, you just have to trust in the Force. Despite firmly believing otherwise.

"I'm sorry...Joran. I have a feeling that, whatever this is...I need to address it now. I'll catch up with you on Tatooine. I promise, the second I can leave."


I hate this. I really do. Whatever Leia is talking about better be worth it.
 
He gives me his hand to help me up, and I take it. As he goes to leave the Falcon, I call to him, "Hey, Han! Thanks. It means a lot to have a Corellian in our little band of adventurers here, especially after what happened. You and Wedge and Corran. It helps to have some people that completely get me."

"Believe me, kid, I know what you mean. We may all be human....well, everyone but Chewie, but we just seem to be a different breed. I always tell Leia it's a Corellian thing. She says she understands, but I don't think she does. You're a good kid, Huc. Glad Luke took you under his wing. Oh, and if your dad needs help with my cousin, let me know. I'd like to see him one more time just so I can kick his ass."
 
The chill that runs down my spine is almost physical. I breathe deeply a couple of times, taking the moment to think of what to do next. But, sometime, you just have to trust in the Force. Despite firmly believing otherwise.

"I'm sorry...Joran. I have a feeling that, whatever this is...I need to address it now. I'll catch up with you on Tatooine. I promise, the second I can leave."

I hate this. I really do. Whatever Leia is talking about better be worth it.


"Of course, Master. I understand. I have some contacts of Tatooine that may be able to help once we get there. Take your time, take care of what you need to."
 
Leia starts leading me away. "I will. As quickly as I can. Take Deena with you. You should have backup. Oh, and stay away from the Mos Eisley cantina. Just...trust me on that."
 
"Of course, Master. I understand. I have some contacts of Tatooine that may be able to help once we get there. Take your time, take care of what you need to."

"Mr. Kel, if you need my assistance, I'd be happy to come along."
 
Leia starts leading me away. "I will. As quickly as I can. Take Deena with you. You should have backup. Oh, and stay away from the Mos Eisley cantina. Just...trust me on that."


Joren nods in acknowledgement to Deena who moves toward Joren and Dono.

"We'll do that." Joren says as he begins to move down the corridor toward the docking bay, taking his leave of Luke.
 
"And Joran!" I call, getting his attention.

"May the Force be with you."
 
After Joren and the others left for Lando's ship, Luke and I saw Nyna to a temporary residence not too far from my own apartment. The security is better in this part of the city, and if Joren is right and someone is trying to get at him through his friends, she will be safer there.

Once we have seen Nyna to her new accomodations, Luke and I stopped at a tapcafe for something to eat. There, I filled him in on my adventures during the early days of the rebellion. My captivity on Kashyyyk and my rescue at the hands of a mysterious Jedi...who had secretly been working for Darth Vader while helping us, until he eventually betrayed his master, sacrificing himself to save my adoptive father and the other leaders of the rebellion, and with that sigle act becoming a symbol for our cause.

As I told my story, I could see the revelations taking their toll on my brother. I can see how stories of our father's deeds still trouble him. Luke seems to try to see Vader for what he was at the end, and it does seem that he almost doesn't want to be reminded of how cruel the man could be.

But that is something I can never forget.

I make my way into the holding cells that Winter had indicated I would find this man who can't possibly be who he claims...because I know that man to be dead. However, I have to see for myself.

With my escort close behind me I make my way into the high security holding cells, and as the doors open and I can see inside my heart skips a beat.

Sitting in alone in a cell is a dead man.

I can't believe my eyes, so I quickly move up next to the cell and look the man square in the eyes, and I know that what I am seeing is impossible, yet is a reality.

"By the stars! You're alive."
 
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“There…I’ve given you what you want,” Yuvo mumbled with his head hung low.

“And I am very thankful, Yuvo.”

I wave over my guards and two Weequay approach the corpulent crime boss. One guard draws a vibroblade from a sheath at his waist. Yuvo flinched and cursed under his breath, certain that his end was near. With a swift slash of the blade, the ropes constraining the crime boss fell to the floor, freeing Yuvo. Feeling the tightness of the ropes suddenly gone, Yuvo quickly opened his eyes and looked around, amazed that he did not see his own innards hanging out of his belly.

“Y-you…”

“Yes. You’ve given me what I wanted so I’ll return the favor by giving you what you want—your life.”

Yuvo stared in disbelief for a moment before giving a slow, nervous nod. He gently lifted himself from his seat and began staggering towards the exit.

“One more thing Yuvo: before you run off to tell the authorities or your superiors, or what have you, I want you to remember what I gave you today. What I let you leave with. And remember how easily I got you here in the first place.”

Yuvo gulped loudly before giving another slow nod and finally staggering out of sight.

“So Boss, uh, how do you know he won’t squeal on us?”

“…I don’t.”

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The insectoid monsters roared behind their cages, angrily clawing at the steel bars as the Nimbanel led Jakk’s men past the various fighter beasts.

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“This is Mistress Anachro’s borhek collection. All of them are quite skilled. This one has gone undefeated in over forty matches,” the Nimbanel said as she gestured to a particularly large and fierce looking borhek.

Jakk’s men observed the monsters with huge grins. As they stared the beasts down, they drew small glass vials of fluid from their pockets. They popped open the vials and began splashing the liquid on themselves, rubbing it into their necks and arms.

“Now, then. You have gotten your view of the borheks. I believe it is time to—what are you doing?”

“Splashing ourselves. With pheromones,” a Nikto thug replied.

“Pheremones? Why?” the Nimbanel asked with a slight hint of concern in her voice.

“These are borhek pheromones. Their larvae secrete it. Makes sure they don’t get eaten or gored by a raging adult,” the thug continued. Though still unsure of the thugs’ plans, the Nimbanel could sense danger and began to sprint for the staircase. A Clantaani gunslinger quickly grabbed hold of the servant, wrapping one arm around her throat and placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.

The Nikto pulled a fusion cutter from his belt and began to slam the instrument against the bars of the borhek cages. The loud rattle and vibration of the bars sent the beetle-like monsters into a raging frenzy. The Nikto then ignited the cutter, sending the other thugs scurrying to the opposite side of the room. The Nikto frowned at his comrades’ cowardice before taking the tool and cutting the locks of each borhek cage. One by one, the locks would drop to the stone floor with a loud clank and the monster would come bursting out of the cage. The thugs flinched, expecting the worse, but soon calmed themselves after realizing none of them had been disemboweled yet.

The borheks screeched and roared, charging around the room in a blind range. Occasionally, two or more of the beats would collide and begin to fight. But despite all this commotion, Jakk’s men remained unharmed and virtually invisible to the rampaging creatures.

“Alright, Jakk’s had enough time. Let’s lead these buggers upstairs!”


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As Jakk approached the bloated and bejeweled Anachro, he saw his long awaited associate already standing before the Hutt. It was a Devaronian dressed in a tattered brown cloak, clutching a holoplayer. When the Devaronian caught sight of Jakk, he gave quick bow to the Clantaani and grinned a toothy grin.

“Pleasure to see you again, Jakk,” the Devaronian said.

“Likewise, Pok.”

Jakk and Pok gave a simultaneous bow to the Hutt before setting the holoplayer down before her.

“Great Anachro, may we present to you a holo-recording of the gruesome death of the wretched traitor to your clan and murderer of your husband, Rotta Desilijic Tiure!”

“Ah, I cannot wait!” Anachro belched with glee.

Pok clicked a button on the device and the hologram played. The very same security hologram of Grubba the Hutt being blown to bits in his own compound on Nar Shaddaa. The video’s quality had been tampered with by the bounty hunters 4-LOM and Zuckuss. While many humanoids may have difficulty distinguishing Hutts, Hutts have no problem identifying their own kind. Luckily for the bounty hunters, Rotta and Grubba were both young Hutts and relatives who already bore some physical resemblance. The slight tampering made it even harder to tell them apart.

“Hmmm…” Anachro grumbled, stroking her chin. Pok’s eyes widened. Jakk grit his teeth. Was she suspicious? Had the ruse failed? The nerve-racking silence was soon broken with Anachro’s guttural laughter.

“Hohohohoho! Play it again!”

Pok smiled.

“Of course, your Highness.”

Pok played the hologram again, which once again sent the Hutt into a fit of laughter.

“You have done well and shall be paid handsomely for your efforts. I will have my accountant transfer the credits into your account.”

“Actually, Great One, I prefer that I be paid now. In cash.”

The Hutt squinted at Jakk and Pok shot him a look of panic.

“I see…”

“It’s merely how I do business, Great One.”

“…Very well. You’ve earned it.”

The Hutt called for her accountant to bring Jakk a heavy case of credit chips. Just as the accountant handed Jakk the case, a series of horrendous screeches and roars were heard in the distance.

“What was that?!”

Jakk quickly broke open a vial of the pheromones and splashed some on himself and his Devaronian associate.

“Jakk, what is happening?!”

“Just keep still!”

“Those sound like my borheks! Guards! To the borhek pits! Quickly!”

Dozens of Gamorreans and Nikto shuffled towards doorway that led to the pits. Just as a Gamorrean was about to pass through the doorway, a massive insectoid creature bounced on him and began to rip him to shreds. The borhek charged at the mass of oncoming guards who had already begun to open fire. The bolts bounced off of the creature’s thick exoskeleton as the monster mowed down the guards, trampling them, and hurling them across the throne room. Several more borheks began to spring out of the doorway and began to wreak havoc on the throne room. The creatures thrashed and gored the guards and servants of the palace and laid waste to the lavish decorations that adorned the court.

“What the hell are you doing Jakk?! We must leave!”

“I said keep still, dammit! We’re safe, trust me.”

Anachro roared and cursed in Huttese and slithered off her dais in an attempt to escape. One borhek caught sight of the massive Hutt and immediately charged her, driving hits sharp, jagged spikes into the Hutt’s belly and raking its claws against her greasy flesh. The Hutt gurgled and wailed in pain, which only drew the attention of more borheks who proceeded to gang up on the Hutt. The creatures stabbed, slashed, and pummeled the Hutt queen until all that was left was a bloody, motionless mass of flesh and gore.

Jakk’s thugs came running up the staircase and through the doorway that led to the pits and greeted their leader.

“We done?”

“Almost,” Jakk said. The Clantaani mercenary walked to a large, sealed door at the far end of the throne room and drew his blasters. He fired at the adjacent control panel which not only forced the door open but also drew the attention of the borheks. Inside the room well-furnished room was a massive bed and beside it, a smaller bed containing a sleeping Huttlet. Jakk stepped away from the doorway allowing the charging borheks , disturbed by the sound of blaster fire and intrigued by the introduction of a new room to demolish, to enter.

“Now we’re done. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“That was some crazy crap you pulled! You could have gotten us all killed!”

“I didn’t think so,” Jakk replied casually. Moments ago, Jakk and Pok had entered Mos Eisley with the swoop gang close behind. The locals went out of their way to avoid any attention from the bikers, being sure to stay clear of their path and avoiding eye contact with the group of roaming thugs.

“You could have at least warned me about the borheks! I thought the plan was just to scam Anachro with a holovid, not kill her and half her palace!”

Jakk gave a halfhearted shrug, more interested in the fact that their destination was right in front of them—Chalmun’s Cantina. The gang entered the bar and Jakk scanned the crowd of spacers, smugglers, and scum for his employer. In a booth on the far-side of the cantina sat an old Chevin dressed in a tattered cloak. The Chevin caught sight of Jakk and pointed at the gunslinger with an inquisitive look on his face.

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Jakk nodded and the Chevin nodded back, mouthing the Huttese word for “good” while reaching for his drink. Jakk and Pok approached the Chevin while the rest of the gang went straight for the bar.

“You had been gone for two days. I was beginning to fear I had hired the wrong guys for the job,” Ephant Mon said, taking a sip of his beer.

“No, sir, Boss Mon. You can always count on Jakk and his boys.”

“And I trust Zuckuss and 4-LOM’s holovid was good enough to fool Anachro into thinking Rotta was dead?”

“Yep. She paid us just like you said she would. And right afterwards we let loose her borheks and they mauled everyone and everything in sight. They're still probably runnin' wild 'round the place, in case you or Rotta are interested in taking 'em. Anachro’s dead and her Huttlet is probably nothing more than a stain on a wall now.”

Ephant nodded.

“Excellent work,” Ephant said, reaching for a heavy metal case under the table. With a loud thud, the case was dropped onto the table.

“There’s your cut. Split it amongst your men as you see fit.”

Jakk unlocked the case and opened it ever so slightly—just enough to get a peek inside but not enough for any credit-hungry scoundrels in the cantina to get a look of its contents. Jakk whistled appreciatively and shut the case.

“Mighty fine doin’ business with the mighty Rotta the Hutt.”

“Indeed it is. We’re all done here. Unless you’re interested in more work.”

“I’m listening.”

“Nothing major. The Desilijic Complex here in Mos Eisley just needs a few more guns within and around its walls.”

“Guard duty?”


“Basically. Hope it’s not too beneath you.”

Jakk smirked and let out a chuckle.

“Tell you what: Rotta keeps this coming and ain’t nothin’ too beneath me,” Jakk said as he patted the case full of credits.


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The information Yuvo surrendered turned out to be much more useful than I had imagined. I had the names and locations of various underbosses and spice dealers in Uscru, the Senatorial District, the Works, Coco Town, and several other boroughs. My men were already hard at work mapping out spice trafficking routes and digging up more information on these underboss’s rackets.

We would soon be capable of intercepting or destroying large spice shipments on a whim and, with some planning, raid the rackets of the underbosses and eliminate them altogether. The only loose end was Yuvo. The pragmatic thing to do would have been to kill him as soon as he had given me what I wanted. He would no longer be of any use. Only a liability. But I decided to spare him. To keep my word. To offer my protection. I had hoped that it would send him a message—that times are changing and that I am offering him a chance to be on the new, winning side. And that I would be a much more merciful employer than the Black Sun. Hopefully, it would have won his loyalty. Or respect. Or it may have merely scared him out of his wits and ensured his tattling on me to his superiors. Yuvo would, without a doubt, be kept under close surveillance by my men. However, the danger of him finding some way to contact and warn his superiors still existed. And it bothered me. I do hope my mercy will not come back to bite me on the tail.

The one vital thing Yuvo was unable to provide me with was the current state of the Black Sun’s leadership. I already had the misfortune of encountering two vigos. But I had no knowledge of the Sun’s true leader—its Underlord’s—identity. No one did since Xizor died. But I was determined to find out. The organization may have been crippled with Xizor’s death but I want to make sure the death blow is delivered soon.
 
Barrett lands his ship in the forested area of Coruscant. He departs and makes his way to an abandoned temple.

Looking around his mind drifts back to a time when the Rebel Alliance was just in its infancy and he was a commander one of the youngest and highly decorated the Alliance had ever seen up to that point. This is where he and others would meet in secret to cultivate their plans to overthrow the Empire.

This is also where he was brought forth in shackles and chains for breaking several laws of within the Alliance. Weapons violations, blackmarket deals with smugglers, illegal ship modifications were among them and there were others. All those charges he could accept with but the charge of conduct unbecoming an officer was the one that angered him to no end. He was a soldier and his mission was to defeat the enemy by any means necessary, and Mon Mothma and the rest of the so-called leaders robbed him if that opportunity.

"Guilty as charged", Mothma stated. "Commander Alexander James Barrett you have been found guilty of violating no fewer than 20 laws and statues as detailed in these indictments."

Barrett looked up with steely resolve and listened as Mothma read each charge aloud. Barrett knew the serverity of his situation because Mon Mothma had been in hiding for years but she came out of hiding to deal with this situation.

Barrett looks to his right where his advocate Ball-Organa stood by him throughout his unit's operations and the trial. His support of Barrett was unwavering. If it hadn't been for Ball-Organa Barrett would've ended up in the Spice Mines of Kessell working alongside the droids for the rest of his life.

"If I may have the court's attention I have a deal in place...." Ball stated

An outcast and a piriah to the Alliance is what he had become. Then came that fateful day when Ball's daughter Leia came to him.

"I suspect you never thought you would be standing here again," a voice says from behind him.

Barrett doesn't even turn around he knows the voice anywhere.

He replies, "I'll bet you never thought you would be contacting me again."

He turns and sees Mon Motham standing before him.

She says, "It's actually good to see you again; Alexander. You look well."

Barrett says, "The years have been good to you as well. You've done some admirable work for the Alliance since I was exhiled."

She bows out of respect to Barrett.

He says, "Now that the Diplomatic song and dance routine is over let's get down to business."

Barrett sits on a fallen pilar and lights a cigar.

Mon Mothma moves towards Barrett and says, "You always were one for being direct and to the point."

Barrett takes a drag and says, "I see no other way to be. I try to be an open book on where I stand on a subject."

Mothma chuckles a bit and says, "Very ironic someone who is so open leading a covert military unit."

Barrett pauses for a moment and chuckles as well saying, "Point to you. Now why am I here?"

Mon replies, "I need to know what your intentions are. How are you planning to operate? How your existence once again will impact the alliance? For the good that you did on your most recent operation there are already questions being raised. Questions that I am not sure I will be able to answer openly or if I should even try to answer. The existence of your unit as made things, once again, somewhat complicated."

Barrett stands up and looks out into the sky. He turns back to Mon Mothma taking a drag and letting itgo says, "To be honest I don't know."

He puts out the cigar and says, "I wish I could give you a more direct answer, but we live in a galaxy where the lines between good and evil can sometimes get blurred for those of us in the trenches doing the work that diplomats don't want to know about."

Mothma stands and says, "There is never a blur between right and wrong Alexander, and in terms of diplomacy tell me honestly would you not give up everything tomorrow for a chance to see peace happen in our galaxy without a single shot being fired or a single soldier dying?"

Barrett replies, "I certainly would but you and I both know that is never going to happen that's why you came to me to try and stop the Empire's invasion on Roon."

Mothma looks at him inquisatively and he continues, "Leia despises me she didn't come willingly, and there are only two people who knew where I was. You and Ball-Organa were the only ones so you figured out of my loyalty to him by sending her I would just fall in line. You figured wrong I didn't do it out of loyalty to the Alliance or anyone. I got invovled there because there were good people on that planet being slaughtered and tortured who didn't deserve anything like that. I saw a great injustice being enacted against them and I took action. Not to mention there are those in the Empire that would love to see me dead, and I have no intention of letting that happen anytime soon."

Mothma nods and says, "Good deduction on your part Alexander. Answer me this though; why are you back? Why didn't you just go to another planet and stay in hiding."

Barrett closes his eyes and remembers the little girl he helped save. Whose family he saw slaughtered, because he chose not to get involved. The guilt and pain begin to pound on him.

He steadies himself and replies, "You have no clue what you're asking about. My reasons are my own. Know this though I'm doing this so the next generation may have the chance of knowing a galaxy knowing a life without the specter of the Empire."

Mothma crosses to him and says, "Your intentions are certainly pure, but there are lines that you maybe crossing that could put us at cross puposes how do you purpose I deal with that? There are those who would like nothing more than to see the Alliance painted as the new Empire and the actual Empire seen as sympathetic."

To be continued....
 
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