A Sith Lord known as Darth Sidious named himself the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. In his rise to power, he ordered the execution of all Jedi, as they were the only ones with the power to be able to stop him. In mere moments, thousands of Jedi were murdered by the troops they thought were their allies, sometimes even their friends. Ever since, the Emperor has ruled the galaxy with an iron fist.
However, not all Jedi fell to the genocide. Some escaped, and usually went into hiding. Ten years after the founding of the Galactic Empire, an extremely deadly Imperial Intelligence agent is tasked with tracking down and killing a powerful Jedi Master, who has been spotted on the city planet of Taris. In order to carry out this task, he must assemble a team of skilled killers. And so, their story begins...
Tark'rivu'rencin steps out of the spaceport and takes a look around.
Krivur: Tatooine. I've always hated this place. Everything here smells of feces and dust.
Krivur's companion, a heavily modified 2-1B surgical droid, who he has named "Rust", walks out of the spaceport as well, and halts next to Krivur.
Rust: Sir, according to your contact, the man we are looking for is currently in Docking Bay three-three.
Krivur: I knew that, thank you. It's this way.
The pair walk down Mos Eisley's main street, before taking a right, into a maze of smaller streets. Eventually, they reach their destination; a shady cantina. As soon as Krivur steps inside, it becomes apparent that stand out among the crowd. His crisp and clean Imperial armour among the ragged and dusty outfits of the patrons looks like a piece of shiny metal surrounded by dirt. Seeing all the non-humanoids in the cantina, Krivur lifts his nose.
The crew of the Midnight Runner emerges from their grey durasteel domicile, entering their docking bay, situated on the far east of the bustling spaceport of Mos Eisley. This is the eighth day of job hunting, an activity that has proven to be more dangerous than anything the bunch was actually paid to do. The captain is Jon Varsin, a collected but sometimes reckless leader from the streets Talus. He lays out the plans for today.
“Alright, guys. I know you’re tired, and in no mood to negotiate”, he looks to Avior, the chief mechanic, “not that we’re any good at it anyway…”. They all laugh, well all except Avior. She merely nods and smirks. “Yeah, yeah, we got it.”, she replies with playful sarcasm, “It’s funny. Ha.” “But, I’m sure we’ll get better”, Jon continues. “We’ve already got the east side searched, and midtown’s got too many Imperial Fools, so today we’ll be checking north by Spacer’s Row.” Tiree, the copilot, jumps back in fear after hearing these words, stumbling and tripping backwards on a loose grav-sled, only managing to catch himself against an idle loadlifter at the last second. Spacer’s Row is full of nothing but pilots-for-hire, and pricy ones at that. It’s the center of the space port's transit companies, and the one place people can go in the city to catch rides across the galaxy legally. It'sno place for scoundrels like the Runner’s crew. They’ve already gave up listening, but Jon knows what he’s doing.
The Captain steps up onto a spare crate, “And there sure as Hell we’ll be a lot of competition. Professionals, veterans, aces, contractors, even space liners. And it sure as Hell will be intimidating!”, the crew begins to pay more attention, “And it sure as Hell will be tedious, and difficult, and grueling! Oh, it will be hard! But we’re going in there knowing what we’re in for! And we’ve got something they don’t! We’ve got heart!”, the crew cheers, “We believe!”, the cheer once more in agreement. “And we sure as Hell are going in there and doing what’s right! We’re done starving! We’re done living in poverty! Today it changes! We! Will! Make it!!”, the crew goes berzerk. Avior and Tiree hold each other and jump with excitement, while Fanndo, the Rodian engineer, rapidly drums on a pile of boxes with his fists.
“So, let’s quit this dock.”, the Captain points to the blast door exit, “Find a job. And show the people on Spacer’s Run what real Spacers are!” They cheer once more, until Fanndo passes out drunk, and Tiree leads Avior back into the ship for some privacy. It was a qualified crew, but they were definitely “real spacers”. Captain Jon sighs and walks over to his freighter, placing a loving hand on its hard metal hull. “Well , at least I’ve got you, eh ol’ girl?” The rugged, battle-scarred Class 720 seems to moan in response, but this was probably from the actions of the duo inside. Deciding that they’ll catch up eventually, Jon heads into town alone.
Krivur walks inside, closely followed by Rust. The bartender, a grumpy-looking Duros, looks up.
Bartender: Droids stay outside.
Krivur gestures, and Rust walks back outside. Krivur walks up to the bar.
Krivur: I have been informed that Jon Varsin is supposed to be here. Could you tell me where he is?
Bartender: I ain't tellin' nothing to your type.
Krivur leans closer.
Krivur: Now listen here. I am an Imperial official in the middle of one of the filthiest cities in the galaxy. I am in a filthy cantina, surrounded by the filthiest of thugs. Now, if you think I have the patience for your games, you are wrong.
The bartender looks down when he hears a low buzzing sound, and sees Krivur's Vibroblade an inch from his stomach. He grunts and points to a table, with a human male sitting at it.
Jon takes one look at the body guard, then shrugs. Around a corner come Avior and Tiree, both of which pause in fear when they see the Imperial operatives. "It's alright", the Captain begins, "they're giving us a job." Tiree begins to talk, but the words take a while to form, "I-I-f..if the...they...if the Hutts find out...if they find out we're done."
"They won't", the Captain lays the conversation to rest, "Avi can you get the ship ready?" Avior nods and heads back to the Docking Bay, but Tiree isn't finished, "As long as they don't come with us."
Krivur: (murmuring) There just had to be a Rodian...
While streaking a hand through his hair, he looks around for a second. Not a lot is going on; a few Jawas are huddled together about 20 metres away, and in the distance a Sand trooper patrol crosses the street.
Krivur: Well then. Lead the way; I am sure you are the one who knows best where your ship is.
(I'm not even going to attempt to join this RP. I know basically nothing about Star Wars, other than that the prequels are bad, and the games (particularly the Battlefront and Republic Commando games) are absolutely brilliant.
Seriously, though, all I know of the Star Wars canon is what's mentioned in the films or in some of the games. Anything else (that wasn't retconned by Disney) I don't know.)
It has been two years, and Sean still hasn't returned. He said he'd be right back. I'm starting to doubt if he ever will come back. The situation is pretty hopeless. I don't know if I can hold out much longer...
Fanndo shoots Krivur a dirty look, but pretends to be interested in a sandstone wall when the officer stares back. Jon leads the party through the narrow streets, back to Docking Bay 33. The blast door exit is open. Jon sighs, "Ty, what did I tell you?" The co-pilot blushes a deep red, and swiftly tries to hide the fact that the key was left out in the open. Inside, a group of Jawas have managed to pull down the port cargo lift, digging through a canister of spices. The captain fires his blaster in the general direction of the scavengers, who jump, scatter, and bicker amongst eachother, but not before they bring the canister with them.
Annoyed, Jon looks back at Tiree, "I've got an Arcona who would pay me good money for that." Tiree looks down in shame. The crew pushes the cargo lift back into the ship, and Jon presses a series of buttons on the ventral hull. With a vague screech, the boarding ramp retracts.
Fanndo takes the canister and brings it back onto the ship. The captain gets Ty to warm up the engines, while Avi repairs the hydraulics on the cargo lift the Jawas broke. "Here we are", Jon said to the imperials, introducing them to the rather meager conditions of the "guest room". Really, it was just a part of the main room surrounding the power core that was crudely segmented off with metal walls. "If doesn't suit your requirements, sucks to be you. There's a storage compar-" He is interrupted by the sound of clambering coming up from boarding ramp. Avior come running down the halls, "Cap! Cap, it's the authorities." An imperial officer, in full dress uniform, marches down the halls with a very condescending gait. "Good evening", he begins, hands firmly by his sides, "I am Second Lieutenant Krest. I will be in charge of controlling your behavior." His thick Inner Planet accent annoyed the smugglers, he rolled his R's and hissed his S's. There was no way they were letting this Nerf Herder on board. But, then again, what choice did they have?
Ty cheers when the officer is out of earshot. "Eh, thanks man", he says to Krivur. "Maybe you ain't so bad." Fanndo buzzes something in Rodese. "Damn right", Avi answers, "He says that for an Imperial grub lusson's lapdog, you're pretty good."
"Ominous", Avi points out facetiously, "Let's hope he doesn't recognise you." The freighter manages to carry its own weight, lifting up out of the Docking Bay as its gear-legs retract. It banks and drifts slightly to the right, before speeding into Tatooine's upper atmosphere. It is not long before it begins to drop.
"Here we are", Ty calls from the cockpit, "I'ma set her down in the dunes. Too close and he'll blast us." As the craft sets up for touchdown, Avi calls to Ty to "be careful". The crew's been in some close situations due to Ty's "sub-par" landing skills, and his sense of humor didn't help anyone's nerves.
"Relax", he responds, "I'm almost a professional and-wait", he begins flipping switches and fidgeting with controls,"Nonono" "What is it?", Avi asks with genuine concern. "Looks like the engine is..WOAH!!", the ship lurches downwards with nauseating speed, as both Fanndo and Avi scream in fear. Suddenly it stabilizes, and Ty is laughing, "Did you...did you actually think...oh, that's fantastic!" "Not cool", Avi gasps out while getting back on her feet, "Or funny."
"C'mon, it was kinda funny."
"Maybe a little bit."
Ty sighs and, with a mockingly proper voice, apoligises, "I am terribly sorry for having fun and enjoying myself." Fanndo shakes his head in rejection. "Alright, fine", this time his voice is more of a monotone drone, "I'm sorry for scaring you." "Good", Avi answers.
Just then, Ty begins frantically switching buttons, "OH MY GOD! IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN! IT'S HAPPENING AGA-" His antics are cut short by laughter and the ship doesn't dive. This time Avi laughs too. But Fanndo just stands in the corner, "<One more time, and I blast you>", he warns in Rodese.
From here, the landing proceeds as normal. The Freighter sets down in the dunes, its engines blowing sand across the plains in a spiral. When they are deactivated, the ramp opens.
(Boba Fett was a bounty hunter under the Empire's paycheck too. So was Bossk, and 4-LOM, and IG-88. Bounty Hunters usually just wear their own armour. Should Dab decide to join, he could wear that, though.)
The party treks through the desert, leaving the Midnight Runner in the middle of a salt-flat. The sand drifts beneath their feet, and the dust creeps into their eyes. Eventually the sand turned to rocks, and the sweaty heat turned to bitter cold as night fell. As they ventured further into the Great Plateau, the winds blew harder and harder, as if purposefully trying to harm. The cold desert gusts felt like knives and teeth, peeling skin, and cutting flesh. Many times, the travelers found themselves hiding behind large rocks for shelter when the winds picked up. They watched the pebbles drift by, waiting for them to stop and stand still. When the pebbles did stop, they knew the winds had ceased and began trudging again. Tuskens yelped and dragons roared. They could be miles away, maybe even across the planet. But the winds were so strong, they're faint shrieks were carried, sounding like they were in the brush. Or hiding in the rocks...
Maybe they were in the rocks. It was pitch black, impossible to see your own hands, even when you brought them up to your face and stared with unblinking eyes. The stars brought the light, but they're guidance didn't illuminate danger. Maybe they were watching them, waiting for them. To kill them, enslave them, or use them for some ritual sacrifice. Maybe they were them. Maybe someone just like them was lost, hiding in the rocks. Maybe they were done being lost. Maybe someone like them was already dead, but still watching. Keeping quiet as a mouse, hiding in the rocks. Waiting.
The cliffs around the palace brought some shelter from the winds, as did the massive structure itself. Running to get there before midnight, and maybe to get away from the ghouls, Ty and Avi lead the group through the rocky trail with haste. They reached Jabba's doorstep in a short amount of time.
A humanoid figure stood at the gate, banging and shouting. "Let me in!", he demanded, "Please! I'm sorry I offended you, gracious one!" The door stood still, unanswering. Judging him silently. "I have children to feed and a farm to tend!", he pleaded again, "I can't do either of those things when these winds eat me alive!" He slams on the enormous iron gate, "I'll give you the money! I promise. I promise I've give you everything, every last credit! Just let me in!"
The door gives no answer, "Blast it!", he shouts, "And blast you! You Hutt-scum are all the same! Merciless! Pitiless! I'll bet you haven't even been listeni-" His aggravation doesn't last long, as an eye on a stick emerges from the hatch in the door. A long green beam is shot at the figure's face, searing it. Smoke rises, and the figure is, for a period of time, suspended in the air, screaming. When the beam stops, his lifeless body hits the floor, now nothing but a bantha steak done well.
"Gooddé da lodia", the eye finally speaks. It then disappears into the metal curtain.
"And that's why I need you", the shadowy contractor continued, quickly deactivating the hologram of the Jedi, "The Besadiis want him alive", he smirks, "as a trophy." "What about us?", the Chevin with the hunting blaster asks, "Where's our...trophy?"
"Glad you asked", the contractor looked around at group, "You all have something you dearly desire. Provided you survive this endeavor, and return with our target, it will be yours", the bounty hunters grin, "All of it."
The others looked to the Chevin, their leader by default. He was the most experienced of them, the most seasoned. The Weequay seemed annoyed by this. "Well", the Chevin trapper said, "Let's go."
As day breaks, and the two suns rise, the group remains outside the Palace gate. The man who had only been burned to death hours ago was now part of a nutritious breakfast for some hungry-looking Womp-rats. Food doesn't present itself often in the Great Plateau.
"Blast it!", Jon curse at the door, "At this rate, we'll never get in". Ty kicks the towering rampart, and Avi throws a wrench. Fanndo is about to blast it with his Dl-18, when a strange voice rings up from behind, "Don't spend your time beating a wall, when what you need is a door." Jon and Fanndo spin around, aiming their blasters at the voice's heart by instinct. The Gotal merely grins. "Relax.", he says opening his arms and walking forward, "I'm a friend." "<Yeah!?>", Fanndo's rodian voice echoes, "<Well you're a really frickin' creepy friend!>" The intruder smiles slyly, "<I woudln't say so. More ..attentive>". Fanndo is taken back the Gotal's fluent Rodese. "I'm Pahn", he says, "And I know how to get in There."
"Oh yeah?", Ty laughs, "How? The door's closed." "Oh, but don't you know", Pahn pulls out some sort of remote, "When one door closes, another is opened". And just like that, an area to the side of the gate slides open. Pahn turns to group, "Follow me."
What the Gamorreans don't expect, is that Rust, who looks like an ordinary 2-1B surgical droid, is outfitted for manslaughter. As soon as the prisoners are taken around the corner of the corridor, Rust stabs a Gamorrean in the throat with a wrist-mounted blade, and shoots another one with a shoulder-mounted blaster rifle.
In the confusion, Krivur knocks over the Gamorrean escorting him, drawing his T-6 and extending his collapsible Vibroblade.
Jabba merely laughs and, in a mixture of fear and loyalty, his guests follow suit. "The great and powerful Jabba the Hutt is impressed by your display", his droid says. He points at Krivur, and his droid speaks again, "The great and powerful Jabba the Hutt wishes to know why the Besadiis didn't tell his spies of the Chiss".
The droid speaks again, "His regalness, Jabba the Hutt, wishes to remind you of your contract with the Besadiis. His majesty believes that you're idea of a quarrel is foreign and strange, much like your kind."
(COMBAT TIME! Excellent time if you can to join Coolbuddy) ]
"Lies!", Pahn calls out from the crowd. "Slander!", calls another looker-on. The crowd all jeers and laughs at the Imperials. "<Do you think you can decieve me!?>", Jabba laughs, "<Ho! ho! ho! I'll have you all dead. Your heads shall be sent back to the Besadiis as a gift.>"
Jabba's throne is dragged back behind a transparasteel wall, another of which rises in front of the Court. "<First one to kill them gets 200,000,000,000 credits, cash!>"
Eager mercenaries, ruffians and bounty hunters line up at the walls. The first to jump over is H'nemthe with a vibro-sword. He gets in the ready position and targets Krivur.
Krivur rolls his eyes and shoots the unlucky alien in the face (like that one scene in Indiana Jones). The high power of the T-6 blasts half of its face off.
Meanwhile, Rust gets ready for combat, drawing wristblades and unleashing a bizarre amount of different blasters, flamethrowers and lasers from every nook and cranny.
Boba Fett, who was standing in the back of the room, is smart enough to see that Krivur is indeed an Imperial agent, and decides to not meddle with Imperial business, instead leaving through a back door.
Krivur: Jabba, you're making a grave mistake! You will regret this!
Using his Vibroblade, Krivur beheads a Vibrodagger-wielding Bith. A couple of Ithorians draw their Blasters and open fire on Krivur, but Krivur evades and they are quickly cut down by Rust's massive arsenal.
Krivur: Treece Aradick! I have an offer you cannot refuse!
(Oh, it's more than just one comic. He becomes Mandalore (the leader of the Mandalorians), and he aids the New Republic in fending off the extra-galactic Yuuzhan Vong invasion. In his seventies, he also trains a granddaughter of Han and Leia to fight her brother, who had turned to the Dark Side.
I know most of these terms mean nothing to you, but eh.)
Krivur: An Imperial operative with money! Follow me, we need to leave this place first!
Krivur kicks another mercenary on the ankle, making him fall over. He shoots the poor human in the back of the head, splattering his brains on the floor. Then, he signals Rust. Rust begins walking backwards out of the room, still firing on money-hungry individuals. Meanwhile, Krivur sprints back into the room and grabs Pahn, who is trying to leave through the same door as Fett, by the neck, and takes the Gotal with him to the palace gate.
Krivur: Open this door. Now!
Pahn grudgingly obeys. The large gate opens, letting in a tsunami of sunlight.
Krivur: Thank you.
As Pahn begins to walk back to the guest room, Krivur flicks on his Vibroblade, and stabs it straight through Pahn's torso.
The Gamorrean picks up a one-handed bardiche, and charges at Jon. He dives out of the way, as Ty and Fanndo rush him head on. Their combined strength tackles the pig-guard to the ground, pushing his blade into his own neck. "<Fight harder!>", Jabba roars, "<I'm not paying you to die like fools! I'm paying you to kill like soldiers!>" The black-armored bounty hunter chases the Imperials, drawing a rifle from her back, aiming directly at Rust. "That's it", she whispers, "Just a bit to the left."
The group treks back through the rocky plateau, eventually winding up in the Dune Sea once more. The boarding ramp comes down, and they get on. "Get her going!", Jon shouts to Ty will hurrying to the engine room. Avi is in the central room, fiddling with the core and trying to get the power to reroute faster. Fanndo is manning the gun in the front of the vessel, when he sees the speeders over the horizon. Jabba's friends. "<There they are! Get those engines going!>" "Is Treece coming with us?", Ty calls back from the cockpit.
"<insert planet here>, eh?", Jon looks into the distance reminiscing the past, "I remember <insert planet here>. I know it like the back of my hand." "Headed there know", Ty calls, and the freighter takes off. When it rises above the atmosphere, the stars begin to stretch into lines. Then, with a loud woosh, they disappear as the freighter jumps to lightspeed.
(I have no idea what's happening. I just thought of two characters. One being Zander Stardust the line treader Jedi warrior and a Kaminoian Jango clone who was manufactured with one defect. He has free will. I have no idea what to name him or anything but I figured he could be a friend of Zander's and so on.)
(I said defective not defector. My basic idea was that instead of putting down Zander like he was supposed to he warned him or something. My Star Wars knowledge only spans a few games and the main six films as well as the original 2D clone wars series. Thus I have no idea about the Alpha generation being free willed. Were they accelerated in the growth department though? Boba was completely unaltered so far as I know.
I want to get into Star Wars lore even with the EU being retconned I will still consider it true Star Wars.
I just don't know where to begin. I must point out that I have a fondness for the prequels despite their inferiority to the originals and Jar Jar while annoying and a horrible inclusion in Star Wars is not as bad as everyone thinks.)
(I meant defective too. The Alpha-classes were completely unaltered, exact clones of Jango. They may have had growth acceleration, but in the comics they've made their own decisions and even disagreed with Jedi. They're completely independent. Many of them even fled into civillian life when Order 66 was executed. They wouldn't follow it if they didn't have to.
As for liking the prequels...I'll try to forgive you :P)
(I can respect the Prequel duels, but they're a completely different style from the Originals. Personally, I think the Prequel's are a bit over the top, while the Originals' were more paced and unchoregraphed, much like actual fencing. The lack of music in Original duel scenes even upped the suspence. The Vader vs. Luke duel (both of them) were prime examples of steady swordplay pacing, with a few Force-power gimmicks used here and there. The Prequels seemed to overuse the Force as a whole.)
(In the original, there was one duel per film. Kenobi's and Vader's was rather uninteresting but still the very first time we saw light sabers in action on the big screen. The Empire Strikes Back duel between Luke and Vader was rather devoid of music except for the big reveal about Luke's ancestry. The final duel however had a bone chilling track. The prequels tend to use the force in combat more often thanks to CGI. I personally think that CGI has its place in film making and thus am not really bothered by it. But there's just something nostalgic and if done well authentic about practical effects. I have long wondered how Return of the Jedi's dogfights were made to look so good with the limited technology of the time.)
ReDquinox wrote: (Oh, it's more than just one comic. He becomes Mandalore (the leader of the Mandalorians), and he aids the New Republic in fending off the extra-galactic Yuuzhan Vong invasion. In his seventies, he also trains a granddaughter of Han and Leia to fight her brother, who had turned to the Dark Side.
I know most of these terms mean nothing to you, but eh.)
(Well, there are humans today who get into relationships with ten year age differences. Sometimes even more. Granted ten years is kind of pushing the boundry of acceptability but I quite dislike it when others are so quick to point out an age barrier of lets say three to five years. Sangheili of course live quite a bit longer (If we don't get ourselves killed in battle) and so the dynamic is a little different for us.)
Krivur: Uwe is an Arkanian, trained in droid engineering. She is under employment of Kuat Drive Yards, so we need to infiltrate one of their factories. While this should not be that much of a problem, we cannot risk being discovered, otherwise the Empire's relations with Kuat Drive might become unstable, or even collapse.
Krivur walks to the cockpit.
Krivur: I presume you know where to go, Varsin. So, off we go.
While the two ships soar through hyperspace, Krivur is pondering about where to find this Arkanian engineer. Of course, they could just infiltrate a Kuat Drive Yards factory and use their mainframe terminal to find out where she is. But getting into the factory will be tricky.
Suddenly, a plan dawns on Krivur.
Just as the ships leave hyperspace, Krivur walks into the cockpit.
Krivur: Varsin, bring us to the town of Sobrik. They have a spaceport there. I will inform you of my plans once we land.
Fanndo: <Hey, Cap! I was picking up some craft in Hyperspeed. Same path as us, some speed. You don't think that they're following us, do you?>
Varsin: Jabba must not be happy. Tell Avi to revert power to the deflectors and thrusters.
Fanndo: <On it.>
Varsin and Ty take the ship down to the surface. The planet was bustling, transports and freighters moving in swarms. The Runner hovers over the city, before getting clearance to land. No Docking Bays, just a system of landing pads built into the sides of cliffs. The sky was a lush blue, and mountains loomed in the distance.
Avi: I thought this place was supposed to be a grassy plains.
Varsin: Not every planet's Tatooine, Avi. We're probably not far from the factory. C'mon, let's have a look around.
Krivur looks around, to check if no one is eavesdropping.
Krivur: There is a Kuat Drive Yards military workshop not far outside of the city. It used to be a Troida facility during the reign of the Old Republic. In order to find out where Uwe is stationed, we infiltrate it and access their mainframe terminal.
Krivur sees the puzzled looks on the faces of his companions.
Krivur: Before you ask: no, we cannot use my authority as Imperial official to demand the information from them. Imperial Intelligence already tried that but Kuat Drive Yards refuses to supply information about their employees. Thanks to this, it is even more important that we do not get unmasked. So here is the plan: we take out three guards and use their uniforms to enter unnoticed. Note that we can not kill anyone, so we need to use stun weapons.
Krivur: There is no time to waste. The factory is quite a walk from here.
As the trio of hunters leave the spaceport, a small, weak-looking fellow runs past and bumps into Aradick. Krivur immediately pulls out his Stun Blaster and shoots the man in the back.
Krivur: That's a pickpocket. He took your Blaster Rifle.
Krivur walks towards the limp pickpocket, picks him up and starts carrying him over his shoulder. On the way to the taxi, he drops the body at the feet of a Stormtrooper that passed by. The trooper looks at Krivur, then at the pickpocket, and starts pulling him towards the Imperial embassy.
As they reach the taxi, it becomes apparent that the taxi won't bring them all the way to the factory.
Krivur: In that case, we walk the last part.
Krivur hops into the taxi, and waits for Varsin and Aradick to follow his example.
The Imperial taxi arrives at its destination, roughly a mile away from the factory. The trio of Jedi hunters start walking over a hill. As they reach the summit, Krivur stops and stares for a second.
Krivur: Four thousand years ago, this was the battlefield of a war between the forces of the Sith Empire and Separatist rebels, backed in secret by the Old Republic. It did not end until an Intelligence operative infiltrated it, assassinated the leaders and made the Republic's involvement public.
Krivur takes a deep breath and continues walking down the hill, the large factory built into the canyonside coming closer with every step.
Krivur: A prime example of what an Imperial agent is capable of.
Krivur: I have never been on this planet in my life, but my training involved the study of history.
After a while of walking, the trio reaches the facility. A couple of guards are standing outside of the gate.
Krivur: Okay, so this is how we are going to do it: Varsin, you will walk up to the gate and keep those two guards distracted. Meanwhile, Aradick and I will sneak up on them and take them out. Then, we will don their uniforms and go inside with Varsin cuffed, with the excuse that he was trying to sneak in. Remember, we can not kill anyone, so set your weapons to stun mode.
Krivur sighed and planted his face in the palm of his hand.
Krivur: Aradick, have you paid any attention? We need to get inside in order to get Ure. It is the sole reason for why we are here. And, as I said, we can not kill anyone. Besides, who were you planning on shooting? There are only two guards outside.
Krivur sneaks up to the guards, followed by Aradick. While the two guards keep arguing, Krivur pulls out his Stun Blaster. He waits a moment for Aradick to get into position, before giving a signal and taking out the second guard. He can only hope that Aradick follows his example...
Both guards drop to the ground. Krivur comes out of hiding, and drags the guard he took out into a bush. A moment later, he steps out again, now wearing the guard's uniform.
Krivur: That was step one. Now, Varsin, come here.
As Varsin approaches, Krivur reveals a pair of handcuffs. He puts Varsin's hands on his back and cuffs them.
Krivur: Now, we are headed to the elevator that will take us to the second floor. It is quite a walk, so do not attract any attention.
The trio heads inside and walk into a massive hall, with an equally massive corridor in the wall on the right hand side. For a while, the group isn't getting any trouble, until they are near the elevator. A guard and an engineer are standing on the large elevator platform, and look at them suspiciously.
Guard: Woah. Who is this? Why is he cuffed?
Krivur: Dunno, just some guy. Tried to sneak in.
Guard: Alright then... Hey, I've never seen you two in the mess hall before.
Krivur's mind is racing. If the guard or the engineer raises the alarm, the operation is blown and, worse, the Empire will have a serious problem with Kuat Drive Yards. He could dispose of the two. But then, he would have to hide the bodies, and if they were found...
Guard: Oh, of course! You're the new guys! Welcome aboard.
Krivur: Ah... Yes, thank you. Now, we gotta bring this fellow upstairs. See ya.
The two walk along, chatting about some new starship model. Krivur grunts.
Krivur: Guards always seem to be of low schooling. You can hear it in the way they talk. So, if you are trying to infiltrate somewhere in a disguise, always fake an accent. They never suspect a thing.
The trio of operatives step onto the elevator platform. The machine starts whirring, and heads up to the second floor. At some point, they come across a large terminal. Krivur uncuffs Varsin.
Krivur: I need you two to keep an eye out for any intruders while I search the database.
Krivur starts to enter commands into the console. Streams of employee information start streaming over the terminal monitor.
Krivur: Welcome to the team, Ure. Varsin will introduce you to the ship.
Suddenly, the ship's holoterminal starts making a beeping noise. Krivur walks over and presses a button. A holo of a man in uniform materialises.
Krivur: Moff Teren, sir! I did not expect a holocall at this time.
Krivur makes a salute.
Teren: At ease, operative. I have just received word from higher-up. It seems Lord Vader himself has taken an interest in this operation.
Krivur: Lord Vader? It is an honour.
Teren: It is indeed. That is why you cannot make mistakes. Our very branch is at stake.
Krivur: I will not fail, sir.
Teren: I don't expect you to. He has also ordered that a Stormtrooper captain will accompany you on this mission. His name is Oldin Qesmor, and he is currently stationed on Coruscant. Good luck, operative. Do not disappoint me.
Ure shrugs in her seat, still a bit upset about having been removed from an operation she had been going with. It had taken her almost a year to be able to access that part of the facility, and she had only been a bit away from stealing some plans before she was taken away by who she thought were security guards.
Ure, (mutters): "I still can't believe you took me away when I would have been seconds away from completing a job."
Ty: We're entering the system now. Lots of traffic though.
Fanndo: <There's more ships on this queue than there is methane on Moorseria>
Varsin: So what are we looking at? 2, 3 hours?
Ty: Can't be sure, the amount of-
A deep black TIE fighter screams by and opens fire on a freighter, destroying it in seconds. They obviously had cheap fake IDs. The cabin stands still.
Varsin: Alright, alright, stay calm! We're with the Empire now. They couldn't do anything even if they wanted to.
Avi: I mean...less traffic. Right?
The Runner enters the atmosphere.
Ground Control: Hello citizen! Welcome to Imperial City, home of the Empire!
The ship's holocom plays a prerecorded message, complete with happy music meant to get travellers excited. It shows famous scenes in the history of the planet and the Empire, buildings being constructed, the Mandalorians defeated, the Temple reclaimed, the Emperor's coronation. All the while, an extravagant narrator describes the events with zeal. Ty stares blankly at the hologram with glazed eyes, Avi falls asleep watching it. Fanndo, however, is pointing at it and laughing like a trumpet.
At last, the presentation ends.
Ground Control: Please, bare left and watch for traffic!
Ty, irritated, bares right into oncoming airspeeders to spite the pre-recorded hologram, but Varsin makes a groan of disapproval, prompting the pilot to follow orders.
The Midnight Runner is then handed to a real traffic organizer who, while full of energy, was much more subdued than the recording. The organizer led the ship to a horizontal docking bay, giving specific directions on how to land.
Varsin: He knows how to fly a ship, damn it!
Traffic Organizer: Sir, you aren't muted.
Varsin: Ah, sorry
The Runner finally sets down, and the crews steps out into the hot, noisy, food-scented air of the city.
Krivur: Our next recruit is Zander Stardust, a Dark Jedi under the Inquisitorius. He is stationed on the Star Destroyer Incision, which is currently in the Y'Toub system, nearby the planet of Nal Hutta.
Ty tentaviely opens the box and steps back. It collapses and reveals a small dish.
Ty: Huh. All that for...(Calling to Cockpit) Cap, it's just, like, a grava-disc or something-
Then the droid springs into action, emerging from its small, flat form into a a full-fledged war machine with formidable red eyes. Its arms split at the ends like branches, sprouting into more. One of its appendages morphs into club and swings at the co-pilot. Ty counters the attack, grabbing it with both hands. They were now face to face.
The droid's visual receptors peer deep into Ty's, and rapidly flash with what could only be comprehension. Its spine expands upwards to the limits of its environment, its eyes keeping contact with the quivering human as he watches the monster grow to two times his size.
Ty lets go of the club-arm, which bounces back into its original shape almost immediately, and dives for blaster. He barely took the time to aim. Still on his back from the dive, he fires in the general direction of the Battle Droid. Its entire lanky body moves around the shots at impossible speeds.
Ty frantically tries to get to his feet, fails, tries again, slips, then resorts to a half-crawling shuffle to escape the horrific cargo bay.
Qesmor quickly grabs his E-11 and follows the sound of the blaster shots. Arriving at the cargo bay, he helps Ty get on his feet and opens fire with his blaster on the Battle Droid. As before, the Droid is able to dodge the shots.
Rust unleashes his deadly arsenal, sprouting Blasters, lasers, a flamethrower and even rotorblade hands. It is of little use, however, as the droid dodges all the Blaster and laser fire, the flames seem to be having very little effect, and the sawblades are evaded with ease.
Instead, the droid shoves Rust into a wall, and turns to Ty. It rapidly comes closer, about to strike him, when suddenly it makes a garbling noise and falls apart. Behind the wreck, Krivur stands, his Vibroblade whirring in his right hand.
Krivur: Varsin! This contraption of yours nearly killed one of your crewmembers and damaged my droid!
Rust stands up again. He's not too damaged; apart from the dent in his chassis where the battle droid hit him, and some wires sticking out from his head, he appears to be intact.
Rust: (scrambled voice) Ty opened the durast---eel crate that app---eared to be the origin of the noise we h---eard earlier. It contained a d---eployable battle droid model unregistered in my databa----se.
Krivur: Wonderful, your vocal transmitter is broken.
Varsin: If Jabba wanted us gone, he would've blown us up in orbit. This is something who wants proof of death.
Ty tips the droid's remains over and stares at a strange curving pattern on the side of its arm. The luminous purple swirls are only visibly in the dark.
Ty: Found something. Like a tatoo
Varisn reads the mysterious script. He squints at it for a while, then comes to a conclusion.
Varisn: I'll be Kesseled, it's Jilruan.
Avi: What does it say?
Varsin: Like I can read Jilruan...
Avi: Do you know someone who can?
Varsin whips out a vibro-blade and carefully cuts a square around the marked section. The droid's armor is much weaker now that it doesn't adapt, and Varsin effortlessly rips it off. He holds the piece of durasteel up to get a better view, then pockets it.
Varsin: I might. But we gotta take care of the Imperial business first.
Sitting at the pilot seat of Slave-1, Boba Fett puts the ship into hyperspace, sets up the autopilot to take him to Taris, and then proceeds to go to his makeshift armoury on-board the ship. Here, he puts on his armour, loads each individual missile pod with a seeking rocket, and refills his flamethrower. He pullis his jetpack off of its mount on the wall, and quickly slips it on, as he had many times before.
Finally, the finishing touch, he lowers his head, while putting his helmet on with his spare hand.
Everything read out as ok, and fully-loaded on his helmet-mounted display; he was ready. Soon, he would bring himself back a lightsaber, along with the hand of the Jedi who bore it.
(Of course. Here's a summary of everything that happened so far.
Krivur (my character, a Chiss operative from Imperial Intelligence) and his droid Rust recruited Jon Varsin (Sean's char, a human pilot and smuggler) and his crew in Mos Eisley for their ship and pilting services. Then they all went to Jabba's Palace, where they were going to recruit Treece Aradick (CB's char, a human bounty hunter). However, Jabba was kinda pissed at Krivur because he thought he had some kind of contract woth the Besadiis. This resulted in a firefight, but Krivur's team escaped together with Aradick. Boba Fett was present, but he snuck out when the fight ensued.
After this, the team went to Balmorra with the intention of hiring Kari Ure (Fire's char, an Arkanian engineer), who was working at a military workshop owned by Kuat Drive Yards. Afterwards, Krivur was contacted by his superior, Moff Teren, who informed him that Lord Vader himself had ordered the recruitment of Oldin Qesmor (Cat's char, a Stormtrooper Sergeant) so that he can keep close tabs on the operation via one of his troops. So the team went to Coruscant to pick him up. After they did so, someone apparently snuck an assassin droid into the Midnight Runner while the team was picking up Qesmor.
Now we've boarded the Imperial Star Destroyer Incision in the orbit of Nal Hutta, with the intention of recruiting the Dark Jedi Zander Stardust (Thel's char, a human member of the Inquisitorius. I don't know if Thel is still in this, though), who is on board.
So there you have it. I have no idea how Boba Fett should know the Jedi Master is on Taris, though.)
Krivur: Very well. Before I tell you anything, let me make it very clear that this information is to remain private, as it is Intelligence matter. Is this clear? Good.
He shifts his balance and puts his hands behind his back.
Krivur: I am operative Tark'rivu'rencin, of Imperial Intelligence. I have been assigned with hunting down a dangerous Jedi Master supposedly forming a rebellion on Taris. For this mission, I am assembling a team. On my recruitment list is Zander Stardust, of the Inquisitorius. My superiors have informed me that he is aboard your ship.
(Alright. I guess I'll join the RP formally then. I'm a little confused about the capacity you intend to cast him in though. He is a linetreader. A grey Jedi. He is loyal to the Jedi order but at the same time not a complete fundamentalist. Kind of like Kyle Katarn.)
(You do know what the Inquisitorius does, right? They hunt down the remaining members of the Jedi Order. Wouldn't it be very contradicting to be loyal to the Jedi Order, while also hunting down its members?)
(I actually really like that idea because it would offer a lot of chances for plot and character development. Zander's guilt over the lives he has destroyed despite the ones he managed to save. The possibility of him taking an opportunity to defect. There are a lot of possibilities. Just give me a green light to go that sort of a direction and I'll do my best to be cohesive and realistic.)
(Well, if anything, his eyes could have been opened by a Jedi he was hunting. That way, his grey alignment only formed after becoming an Inquisitor. Maybe it could even be the very Jedi we're hunting in this RP.)
(The page you told me to read said they were supposed to turn jedi and force sensitives or failing that kill them. Fine, if the mission is simply to hunt down and kill. I was just going off of what you told me to read.)
Zander sat cross legged on the floor of his cabin.
"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the force."
The code of his enemy. An order that as a young boy he had aspired to join. Oh how naive he had been.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains will be broken. The Force shall set me free."
The code of his masters. Though he would never admit it aloud, Zander had always found the Sith Code to be lacking.
He had risen to the rank of inquisitor because of his patriotic nature, zeal, and his unflinching resolve to maintain order. It just so happened that this order was Imperial order.
Soon he would be called upon once again. He felt it. Another bringer of anarchy to be squelched.
He got up, drew his old vibroblade, and began practicing his forms. Being proficient in the variety of weapons as he was took a considerable ammount of dedication and practice.
Varsin: Hey! Hey, don't touch that you dirty little nerf herder! Not that either! Oh, and stay away from that! No, no, don't touch. No touchy-touchy! Hey, back off, kid!
Varsin was desperately trying to hold off an Imperial scanning crew forcing its way into his freighter.
Varsin: This is my ship! My rules! I decide who gets in and- HEY!
A group of Stormtrooper exit the Runner, carrying a library's worth of data logs on a gravi-sled.
Varsin: Where in the Hydian Way do you think you're taking that!?
Stomtrooper: Confiscation. These files are illegal.
Stormtroper: Under section aurek of category three of subtitle eight of the third digressing in the second chapter of the fourth book of in Imperial Censorship Guide number 22334, an excerpt of Imperial Decree number 1200123, it states-
Varsin: Yeah, yeah, hush up. You can't just strip me of my possessions!
The Stormtrooper stares at him, shrugs, and continues to drag the sled down a corridor, disappearing around a corner.
Varsin: You'll regret this! I have friends in high places, mister!
Zander turned, bowed, and sheathed his vibroblade.
"Your ears serve you well Agent Tark'rivu'rencin. It IS the Jedi code. I'm sure you are familiar with an old proverb that reads, 'Know thine enemy.'"
"Some ancient followers of the ways of the Sith and some who follow the great Emperor Palpatine himself fear, shun, or destroy anything Jedi. I on the other hand, seek to learn from them."
"The Force is so much more than this all too simple black and white idea that most common folk entertain. The Jedi lost because they failed to take full advantage of the gifts granted us by the Force."
Zander placed his sheathed weapon on his bunk.
"I have been expecting you. I trust that this is more than a social call."