Dark Destiny

[darth scourge]

The Imperial Star Destroyer Executor slowly cruises above the Mon Calamari system. In the interior stands Admiral Ozzel glancing out of the viewport.
"Admiral, we have a transmission from Moff Drase. He wishes to speak with Lord Vader" shouts an Imperial Comm Officer.

Admiral Ozzel walks over to the Comm Officer.

"I told all of you that Lord Vader wishes not to be disturbed... Oh very well, I will speak with him" says the Admiral

"No, I will speak to Moff Drase." says a tall dark figure standing by the blast doors.

The whole crew of the bridge lower their heads as the tall figure walks past them.

"Lord Vader, I thought you didn't want to be disturbed, I said that I would speak to Moff Drase" explained Ozzel

"Admiral, I suggest you carry on the search for the Rebels responsible for the destruction of the Death Star. I will deal with this matter personally" Vader said intimidating Ozzel

Lord vader walks up to the holoprojector as Moff Drase's image appears.

"What is it Moff Drase" asked Vader

"My Lord, I have received information on a Hutt criminal organisation who is preparing to make a salvage expedition in the outer rim. An informant of mine is asking for 20,000 credits to provide more information. I believe it will be in our interest to pay" explained Moff Drase

"No Drase, you will get that information out of him personally. Then you will report back to me." ordered Vader as Moff Drase's image dissapeared.

Lord Vader then proceeds to walk out of the bridge towards his meditation chamber.


On the planet of Anoat sits a large Imperial facility. Stormtroopers are patroling the area, aswell as TIE fighters patroling the skies. Inside the barracks a group of soldiers sit socialising. A tall dark haired man stands infront of the soldiers with his arms crossed.

"Sgt.Major Miskin, how come we haven't seen any action for weeks. I didn't sign up to sit in these barracks all week." asked an Imperial Stormtrooper

Sgt.Maj Miskin glared at the soldier. "You should be grateful recruit. You know the average lifespan of a Stormtrooper is very slim. And next time address me as SIR!!!

The Stormtrooper recruit lowered his head.

Moff Drase enters the room as the squad all stand to attention.

"At ease gentlemen. I will make this short. Sgt.Major Miskin. We have word from our informant that he has information regarding Worrgo the Hutts operations. He is demanding 20,000 credits for it. Lord Vader is refusing it and wants us to get the information perosnally. This is where you come in. Our informant is residing in a large bunker somewhere on Tatooine. He will no doubt have some security so the mission is simple. Infiltrate the bunker with extreme prejudice and extract the informant and bring him back. As he never gave his name I can only assume he is a Rodian, from the tone of his voice. Now If you would all get kitted up, you will leave immediately" explained Drase before walking out of the room

"Well you heard the man. You have ten minutes to get kitted up and meet me by the shuttle" ordered Sgt.Maj Miskin.

[Darth Kitana]

'...and by doing so has ensured our safety against the increase in anti-Empire rebellions around the galaxy. We now go to Vierna Hunzrin, with our local sector news. Vierna...' said Tura Raftican, smiling at the holo camera pointed at her, yet her real thoughts hidden deep behind her kind visage which, if it was to really portray her feelings, would show deep hatred for the Empire.

The holocamera switched to view Vierna Hunzrin, sitting at her jade green desk. Her long jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders, almost molding with her dark purple dress. Looking up from her data pad her grey eyes connected with the camera.
'Thankyou Tura. In local sector news it has been declared that Senator Canna Omonda from Chandrila is scheduled for public execution after admitting to crimes against the Empire under questioning from Chandrila's Regional Governor. Her death is to be scheduled for part of the Emperor's Festive New Year Celebration later this month on Coruscant. Omonda replaced Senator Mon Mothma after the woman fled the Galactic Empire, committing herself to join the Rebel Alliance traitors and attempt to bring down our peaceful society. Her whereabouts are still un-known. That is all we have today from, Coruscant 32-XY, i'm Vierna Hunzrin. Good night'.

'And finish' said the voice of Coruscant 32-XY's director. 'Thanks people. Get outta here. I'll see you all tomorrow'.
Vierna looked to Tura, the long brown haired woman standing from behind her desk to join Vierna.
'What a load of Bantha crap' said Vierna to Tura once they had left the studio, aboard public transport headed for their home apartments near the Imperial Palace.
'I know. I really hope the Alliance will be able to free Omonda before her execution.' Tura said, her gaze drifting off into Coruscant's night.

Some time later the two arrived at Vierna's apartment, where they were free to discuss things more freely. Vierna threw herself onto her repulsor lift sofa, using a remote to turn on her fountain in the middle of the room whilst her protocol droid T5-XV prepared dinner.
'The Alliance has contacted us' Tura told her. She began to relay the information, Vierna listening intently.
'We have been instructed to find an informant with information in relation to the Hutts, where we might arrange a meeting between the Alliance and this informant. Apparently Worrgo the Hutt is planning something and we've caught wind that the Empire seeks this information too. I shall stay here whilst you take a crew to Tatooine to "report" on the state of slavery on the planet'.
Vierna sat back. 'Great. You get to stay here whilst i get sent to some desert wasteland to find an uknown informant'. The woman folded her arms in aggrivation.
'I thought you loved field work?' Tura asked her, a smile on her face.
'Only when i'm on a planet not controlled by slugs' Vierna replied. Tura laughed aloud.
'Honey, you are on a planet controlled by slugs' she replied. The two laughed, the mirth driving Vierna's aggrivation away.
'When do i leave?' Vierna asked her Alliance friend, raising an angled eyebrow.
'You and the crew will leave Coruscant tomorrow morning and arrive at Tatooine in a couple of days. The crew consists of Alliance agents who will be able to escort you to the person in question, where you will bargain for the information. Pack light clothes, I imagine it will be hot. And whilst you're there don't forget your filming a report on slavery'.

[darth scourge]

It was nightfall on Tatooine. The sounds of Tusken raiders and other Tatooine wildlife can be heard across the sand dunes.

"Sir were approaching 2km south of the target, where do you want us to land" asked the Imperial pilot.

"Here will do nicely" replied Miskin.

"Affirmitive" replied the pilot.

"Okay men, were gonna head up through those dunes and across the desert for 2km" said Miskin with a smug grin across his face.

"Oh what, can't we just drop nearer the target and blast our way in" asked a nervous sounding recruit.

"No, you all need shaping up, a few weeks stuck in the barracks is making most of you fat and lazy, the exercise will do you all good" replied a sarcastic Miskin.

"Sir these new recruits shouldn't even be in the elite division, how come it's so easy to get into now" asked a more experienced trooper

"Corporal Mors, funny thing you should say something, your having them in your squad" Miskin explained whilst trying not to laugh

"Great, more greens to hold me back" Mors said in response trying to remain calm about the whole idea.

The dropship landed in the middle of the Dune Sea. Sgt.Major Miskin was the first to head out followed by Corporal Mors and fourteen other Stormtroopers equipped with desert assault gear.
Miskin and Mors wore their modified Shocktrooper armour, a more heavy Stormtrooper amour variant, to make them stand out amongst their inferiors.

The troopers, heading through the desert noticed a large fissure in the ground a few meters away from them. One of the troopers decided to take a walk over to it.

"Hey trooper, get away from there" shouted Miskin as the trooper leaned over to look into the hole.

"Ahhhh" screamed the trooper who was grabbed by a large tentacle that pulled him into the whole.

The rest of the troopers ran over to take a look, but not to close to be able to get pulled in. Inside the whole they saw a large toothfilled maw with a large beak. The trooper that got pulled in was nowhere to be seen.

"Fall back now" shouted Miskin as the troopers moved quickly away from the beast.

"You know what that was" a curious Stormtrooper asked

"Yeah it was a Sarlacc. Bigger than the one on Dathomir. They say it takes a thousand years to digest its victim" explained Mors

"Hush you two, we've just lost one, we don't want a predator hearing you two chatting and coming to join in" Miskin said infuriated at the loss of one of his men.

The squad was gradually reaching its destination after twenty minutes of walking across the Tatooine desert. The small metallic object hidden behind a rock formation grew bigger as they approached.

"Mors take your squad to the south entrance and search for the Rodian. My squad, I feel you all need a little target practice. We'll take out any resistance" Miskin ordered

"Yes Sir" Mors said whilst gathering his squad and taking them round to the south entrance.

One of Miskin's troopers placed a detonite charge on the entrance and took cover with the rest of the squad.

The entrance blew open and the squad moved in.

[chewbaca]

"So your trying to tell me that what i do to survive is of use to this hutt whom you work for?" Hosr asked a darkly dressed man who had aproached him on the street after a brief but deadly brawl with a mugger. After the brawl the man introduced him self as a spy for the Worrgo Hutt Cartel, and was sent to hunt down the mandalorian who had many of the cartels operatives on corusant, along with the few rebels worried. They walked in to a near by bar to get a drink and talk further.
"Yes, my original orders where to find and kill you so you would not be a threat, but two days ago when i first found you, beeing arrested by some troopers and how you killed and escaped just as fast as i could blink and walk away with no remorse, or worry; i contacted warggo and he told be to either get you to join or kill you. It has taken these last two days to find you again. So will you join, the money is exellent, and most travel expenses are paid."
Hosr thought on this while he sipped his drink ** I dont really need the money, but haveing more than i do couldnt hurt. Plus it beats death.** " Ill go meet this Worrgo the Hutt and then make my decision."
"Good Central spaceport personal pad 606, in three hours that should give you time to get ready."

Three hours later, Hosr aprroached the door to the pad and knocked. When it opened the man he had meet earlier was standing there "hurry companies on the way." he said as he tried handed him a t-21. "got my own" replied Hosr as he put on his helmet to his armour he put on in place of his street cloths before arriving. Hosr pulled twin DC-15x's he had pulled of a couple of imperial troopers.

"Nice but get aboard and stay near the hatch to see if the company arrives before we leave." As the craft lifted of Hosr dispacted a pair of security whom entered the pad." It will take a few days to reach tatooine."

[darth scourge]

Moff Drase was in a conference room with a few high ranking Imperial officers and a pale blue and black robed figure.

"Inquisitor Noth, I reassure you that there is no problems on our front. Security is tight and there is no chance of rebel spies infiltrating our ranks" explained Drase

"Then there is nothing to worry about is there Moff Drase. Lord Vader sent me to oversee your operations here as he feels somewhat unenthusiastic about your operations" answered Inquisitor Noth

To the right of Moff Drase stood a chisell jawed man with a grey moustache. He had a rank cylinder that identified him as a Marshall.

"Marshall Zurel, what are your views on this operation?" asked Inquisitor Noth

"I assure you Inquisitor, there is nothing to worry about, my TIE squadron performs there duties well. Any unidentified ships trying to get on the system are vapourised before they enter the atmosphere" replied Zurel

Inquisitor Noth seemed satisfied with what he heard and left the room, proceeding to the hanger where his personal prototype TIE Interceptor sat.

Moff Drase sat down and gave a sigh of relief.

"Now lets get down to business. I have called you here because i need you to send a squadron down to Kamino. It seems that every criminal organisation and pirate gang want to salvage that place. I want that place bombarded. Send a squadron to Kamino to patrol and destroy any occupied facilities. I will then send a team of my own to salvage that place. Is that understood Marshall" asked Drase

"Loud and clear, I have the man for the job" replied Zurel

"Good, I want this carried out right away" ordered Drase

Marshall Zurel saluted Moff Drase and proceeded to his Office. Zurel grabbed his datapad and started to upload a mission briefing to Lt.Caelus stating

Lt.Caelus, I have been instructed to send a squadron to Kamino to bombard any pirate or criminal occupied facilities. I would like your squadron to perform this task.
Good luck

Marshall Zurel

[Marko Ragnos]

"The rogue scientist has been taken care of, my master. I found the blueprints, too," said the Chiss in a low, raspy voice. He was sitting in the comfortable cockpit of a modified all-black painted. Theta-class T-2c shuttle.
"Good. Very good, my child. Bring them back here me at once. We don't want the blueprints to get lost on the way here, do we," replied the semi-transparent full-color miniature of Emperor Palpatine's face. "They are really important to the Imperial Navy. So far, only one prototype has been made, but in a few years, the craft might take over the position of the standard TIE fighters."

The Chiss rolled his glowing red eyes at the unwished information. "I understand, master," he said mechanically. After all those years of training, he had learned to always adress Palpatine as 'master', and not his real name or title. But then again, the Emperor's Hand was to be a man that doesn't exist, and thus couldn't adress the Emperor. What if anyone intercepted the transmission? Then Palpatine's role as a Sith Lord would be revealed... but that was partly what the Hand did. His job was partly about destroying any clues that his master might be a Lord of the Sith, or that it had been he that had ordered the slaughter at the Jedi temple almost twenty years ago, or that he had used manipulation to get to the top... the Hand had to make sure that all of this information stayed away from public ears. But that's only a fraction of what he did. All too often, he had to put down rogue officers or disobeying governors, recover stolen artifacts or, as with this mission, stolen scientific projects... or maybe even hunt some Jedi that have survived Order 66, though that hadn't happened too many times. As a summary, you could say that the Emperor's Hand was just that... the hand of the Emperor.

"I will personally give you the blueprints in a couple of hours master. Jumping to hyperspace now."
The miniature of Palpatine's head disappeared, and the Hand punched in the hyperspace co-ordinates, 000, and jumped to lightspeed.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jorrak stood in the Massassi Temple of Yavin, listening to General Dodonna briefing his team.

"Any questions?" Dodonna asked. There wasn't any, so he said, "You leave immediately. Dismissed."

The mission was simple, or so they were told. A Rebel spy had been transmitting a Priority 1 message from Kamino, when the transmission had been interrupted. Their mission was to recover him, or at the very worst, recover the information that he held. They were to have no contact with the Rebel Alliance, for this wasn't a sanctioned mission at all. The rest of the Alliance was still celebrating the destruction of the Death Star, but there was still work to be done.

Jorrak suited up, and entered the shuttle that was prepared from his team.

[Jedi_Poo]

As Dax returned from Corusant, he landed his grandfather's ship which he currently owned thanks to his grandfather. He landed the craft on a special landing pad and cut the power. He sat for a minute to reflect the things that have happened in the past few years. The death of his parents, the upbringing of Emperor Palpitine and Darth Vader, the truth of his heritage and of the secret he has and then the death of his grandfather. He shook the memories away and grabbed his shoulder holster and strapped it on and left the ship.

He made his way through the great Massassi Temple and saw things that seemed so familiar but so distant. He saw soldiers rejoicing after the destruction of the Death Star. A horrible device designed to bully systems to fall into the Empire. He saw some soldiers that were worn down from the never-ending battle after battle, needing some heavily needed down time. As he made his way around a corner he heard the end of a mission ops read by none other that Gen. Dodonna. He had finished reporting of a downed Rebel spy on the planet Kamino. The planet that had processed the millions of clone troopers for the dreaded Clone Wars. The mission was to get in there and extract the spy and the information he obtained. It was a mission that only few had knowledge about, and it was something Dax didn't want to know but they needed a good sniper for long range silent kills and for reconnisance. After he rounded the corner he thought he caught an image of an old buddie that he had battled with along side before he had went to his grandfather's. The man edged his way up the opening of the shuttle to get a spot on the shuttle and Dax followed the somewhat identified man into the shuttle.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jorrak looked out of the viewport of the transport, engaged in thought. He was tired, so very tired of it. He yearned to see the galaxy at peace, so he could finally return home, to the vast plains of Dantooine, where he could resume his farming. But that would never happen, as long as the Empire lived. He thought back to the simpler times, his sister smiling as she held up some new species of bug she had found on the planet...or his wife beaming face back home...

All of that was destroyed though, when he came. He remembered that day well...the day the man rained death on the planet, and for the second time in its history, Dantooine was desolated...

Jorran sat on a hill, thinking on his life, how perfect it was. His new wife was pregnant, ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy. The crops were turning out good, and his sister was betrothed to a worthy man. His heart was finally at peace, full of contentment. He could imagine heading home now, to a hot meal on the table and a comfortable chair, maybe while enjoying a pipe with his feet up. He looked up...and was blinded by a flash of light coming from the sky and a concussion rocked him off his feet.

Things got fuzzy...he vaguely remembered stumbling home...a home that didn't exist anymore...and his wife...he remembered gazing into her dying eyes, as they slowly faded. He never found his sister, who lived in the crater that was the neighbors house, several meters away. He screamed, his voice full of anguish and despair...

He remembered another man...a man who comforted him in his anguish, appearing on the planet with a battalion of stormtroopers. The man had sharp eyes, constantly gazing around...Jorran remembered his name...the name of Lieutenant Drase, a member of the Imperial Navy who was conducting an investigation on planet. He told Jorran that the Rebels had done this to him.

Jorran felt a sense of profound rage, vowing to singlehandedly destroy the Rebels if it was the last thing that he would do...

As Jorran recalled his past, he simply wondered why the man hadn't just killed him outright...what had the young Imperial officer seen in him, anyways? he had joined the Imperial Special Forces, only to be blamed for a mission of which him and the commander were the only survivors...The commander saw it fit to eliminate the squad to cover up his bumble...It was then, after packing his bags,that he overheard a conversation of what really happened on Dantooine, how the Imperials had destroyed the settlements searching for evidence of Rebels.

As he was immersed, he failed to notice the ship drop out of hyperspace in front of Kamino, nor the dark figure that was approaching him from behind.

[Cassus Fett]

Vengence dropped out of hyperspace at Coruscant a place that 'Ice' had not been to since the raid on the Jedi Temple. He had visions of looking around the transport at his brothers all waiting silently in there 501st armour waiting to meet Lord Vader and follow him into the temple.

He quickly wiped that memory away and double checked his black Phase-II Clone Trooper helmet was still securely fastened. He looked back to his storage compartment, where he kept many of his old Clonetrooper weapons and equipment including his old 501st Armour.

He still didn't know who his target was as Worrgo's hadn't sent him the information yet just the destination, he hated that fat stupid Hutt and would love to kill him, even for free.

[Jedi_Poo]

Dax braced himself as the transport ship shot out of hyperspace near the Kamino system. Starlines returned to little spots of light in space. As the ship returned to normal speed, Dax made his way to the man that he had saw earlier that day back on Yavin 4.

A man he thought he knew, someone that he fought along side in previous engagements with the Empire. He wasn't for sure if that was the same man. It had been a few years and Dax wasn't sure if this unidentified man was his old battalion buddy. Dax probably thought that he was just someone that looked like him. Yeah, this is probably some guy who resembles him, thought Dax.

As the ship edged closer to the watery planet. Dax made his way up to the man. Dax saw the man come out of some kind of daydream. The man looked over his shoulder to see Dax approach. "Hey soldier, by any chance were you in the service under the SpecForces for the Rebellion. You look like someone I know." Dax said.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jorrak looked up, breaking out of his memories...but only for a second. As he gazed into the face of the past, he gasped, "You!"

Jorrak stood on the small bridge underground, looking at his commander, Dramlin. He then looked at his companions, Dax, Evanson, and Roberts. Dramlin nodded to him, and Jorrak got to work setting the explosive.

Suddenly, the comlink in his helmet started squawking, "Mission Aborted, Mission Aborted. The Package has been delivered. I repeat, the package has been delivered."

The team each looked at each other, knowing that they had taken too long. Yet, it was the commander who suggested that they took the long way around, to avoid detection, even though it was unnecessary. They each in turn eventually turned their stare on Dramlin. The man grimaced, obviously tormented by his thoughts...perhaps of the penalty of failure in the Empire. The man lifted his blaster rifle...and shot the explosive that Jorrak was setting.

A blinding flash and heat rolled over Jorrak, blinding him temporarily and burning into his helmet, scarring his face permanently, turning him into an almost unrecognizable person. As he lay on the ground, he could barely see out of the corner of one eye. Dax was gone, probably thrown off the bridge by the force of the explosion, and Evanson and Roberts lay on the ground, each with a blaster bolt through the head. Dramlin disappeared, leaving Jorrak helpless on the ground...but very much alive.

Jorrak remembered crawling for ages, eventually reaching a medical station, that healed him and let him go. However, he spoke in his sleep, and the people there told him the real story of Dantooine...what the Empire did to the planet.

Jorrak returned to the Imperials, only to face ridicule and a dishonorable discharge for his actions in the failed mission...evidently he "incorrectly set off an explosive that resulted in the death of his entire team." He then remembered searching and finding the Rebellion, fuelled by his thirst for revenge.

He solemnly gaped at the man before him, as if he was a ghost. He had changed much from a young man, and now his vengeance was replaced by the need for peace. His weary face really showed his age. Just before the man appeared to start saying something, Jalek, a member of the commando team, bust in, looking at the two of them with mild surprise, before saying,
"Boss, it's time to suit up. We're approaching Kamino."

[chewbaca]

On the trip to Tatooine, Hosr and the spy spared multiple times. This the spy said was to test his skills. Each time they spared Hosr would win, except the first time, Hosr wouldnt count that as a win because it was dumb luck he had won that one.
After the last sparing round the spy asked "How do you always have new moves when we spar, and how when hit with a blow that would have knocked most out you comeback with vigor than before?"
" I have adapted many moves people hav used on me in previous fights to compliment my fighting style. Always never comit to moves that require your apponent to do somthing like you rely on, you must be able to change moves mid-attack.
When I was a child on Mandalore the prefects of the school i attended would beat me for stealing from them and fellow students, and fighting. When they beat me I would fight back often leaving me inmobile due to broken bones, and me out cold. So after years of this I built a high level of tolerance to pain. I also push pain to the back and forget it, as I do with most emotion."
"Why?" asked the spy
"They get in the way make you think ilrationally and slower in combat emotions can take the milisecond you need before you die. Thats why I win. You think with the heart and plan to many moves ahead, that wastes time you need."
Not speaking for a few minutes, the spy when he did speak he was inturrupted by the sound of the two minute alarm. "Well i guess we have arrived."

[Vesper]

Rab was still befuddled as to why his squadron had been transferred off the Executor after only a week, albeit temporary. He didn’t have time. An order was an order and for the sake of this mission the 118th TIE Squadron was assigned to the Imperial Star Destroyer Dominus along with five other squadrons about to be spewed into the orbit and atmosphere of Kamino. All they waited for was for the ship to leave hyperspace.

Rab made a brief com test to his squadron, then to the bridge, then to the other squadron leaders, then again to his wingmen. Erosis, a twenty something prodigy and one of the rare women in the service, had his left wing, and Nye, his classmate and friend, had his right. Erosis of course, was completely androgynous, though she still retained some feminine qualities, mainly through her jaw line and lack of muscle tone.

The signal came and with an intimidating roar of Ion Engines the TIE fighters exited the hangar and into Kamino’s space.

[Jedi_Poo]

As Dax stood there waiting for the man he supposedly knew, another unknown man entered the room, "Boss, its time to suit up. Were approching Kamino." Boss, was this young man under the supervision of his old commrade. Or was this just a mirage of a man he thought he knew.

He saw there old commander draw up his blaster rifle and aim at the explosive that Jorrax was holding. Then there was an explosion of fire and heat. As the fire grew there was no way that Jorrax survived. The concussion of the blast threw Dax off the edge of the bridge. Falling rocks from the explosion showered his fall to oblivion...then out of instinct he reached for his grappling hook and launched it to the side of the bridge.

The hook stuck and managed to hold as the weight of himself tried to pull it from the rocky ediface. As he pulled his way to the top there was no sign of Jorrux. Only two dead bodies, those of his other commando team members. Then there was the problem with their traitor commander. Like he expected there was no sign of the commander, named Dramlin. Dax thought to himself that this sorry piece of bantha fodder would pay if he every found him. For Evanson and Roberts who where shot down in cold blood. For Jorrux who was probably blown into the next galaxy. And for himself who Dramlin probably thought was impaled on the sharp rocks below.

As he snapped back to reality, he noticed that the young commando had left and Jorrux and him were left alone again. "I know who you are...Jorrux. Trust me I have as much hatred toward Dramlin as you do. It costed you your personal apperance. It costed us two good commandos. We will have or vengance in this life or the next. But as for know wefocus on the mission on hand. Then we continue our search for that traitorus slug." Dax said. He strapped on his shoulder holster and checked his charges on his blasters.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jorrak looked into the eyes of the man he had worked with for years, with a new purpose. He would not seek revenge, as many people often did, because it would eat him away from the inside. He would not get even. He would do justice. He would bring to justice Dramlin, Drase, and all those who made people suffer for the sake of ambition. He finally got up, without saying a word and, after briefly suiting up, made his way to the cockpit.

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Upon arriving, he looked towards the other three commandos of their team: Drack Kanee- a Bothan who specialized in technical weaponry and engineering, Drav Moonlighter-a middle aged human who was the pilot and used the heavy weapons, and a man who was simply known as Jalek who was an all around soldier for the team. Each person around was already suited up for battle- Drav and Drack wearing the typical commando uniform, and Jalek wearing a beaten and scuffed armor that was reminiscent of the Clone Wars. As Jorrack looked at the scarred man, he wondered if he had indeed played a part in the infamous war that transformed a Republic into an Empire. He had served with the man for quite some time, and the man was still wrapped in mystery, never saying anything about a past or a future--just the present.

Before Jorrack could continue his train of thought, however, a warning sensor beeped on the console. Jorrack looked at the console, frowning.

"It appears as if we are not alone," he stated bluntly." An Imperial Star Destroyer has entered the system. Let's make this quick, getting what we need before they find us."
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The small transport entered the atmosphere of Kamino. Scouring the planet, the ship landed on a battered landing pad on what appeared to be the only inhabited settlement, one that was full of holes and blackened by many blaster bolts. Whatever had happened here, it was messy. The man next to him, Jalek, gazed at the landing pad intently, as if it were an unresolved ghost of the past.

Jorrack looked at his team, which, for some odd reason, included an extra man. "Let's lock and load!" he said as the ramp lowered, revealing a welcoming party consisting of a dozen different races, all pointing blasters towards them.

[Miasmo]

The high moon of Corellia poured a soft light onto the yellow plains below, setting a dull and washed out backdrop for Kalrinsh’s victory. His prey, his bounty, was on the run.

Kalrinsh stood. Kalrinsh watched.

His red eyes were aglow with calm anticipation, his victim fleeing like a madman through the whipping waist-high grass. It wouldn’t be long now before he reached the crest of the nearest hill to pass out of sight.

Kalrinsh waited. Kalrinsh swallowed.

The man conquered the hill and left the quiet sky behind him for the wolfman to watch.

Kalrinsh sniffed the air. Kalrinsh licked his lips.


Vorule Carbinash stumbled and nearly collapsed as he descended the hill, thick grass feeling like tar around his legs, every blade a servant of death. He didn’t want to steal another glance behind him, didn’t want to see if those eyes of burning coal made their way over the peak. Every stride across the thick plains brought screaming whispers to his ears, fighting with the wind to scrape his eardrums. And every screaming whisper sounded certainly like the narrowing gap between a Shistavanen wolfman and his prey.


Kalrinsh began his pursuit. The wolfman exploded into a fierce, two-legged pace that well surpassed Vorule’s pitiful human limits. But Kalrinsh was holding back. Just before reaching the point where his prey had disappeared, his two-legged pursuit transformed into a full-fledged, pure and carnal, four-legged death charge. He leaped from the top, saw Vorule in the distance, then landed and gathered speed through the feeble blades around him. His nose was his eyes now.


Vorule could resist no longer, peaking back for an instant, greeted only with wavy grass and starry sky. His hopes rose twofold before they dropped tenfold. While he may have been given a head start, he was by no means anywhere near safety. That’s how it had always been with his rituals. He had never wanted to hear civilization, not even to see it as he performed his spiritual duties. But because of his insistence on isolation, Vorule’s plight and inevitable demise would not be seen or heard by those same beings. He slowed to a stop and let his heavy breath and pounding heart welcome either a quick rest or his defeat. He wiped his brow and turned around to gain more than a simple glance of what lay behind him.

It was a quick death. A blur of dark fur and two glowing streaks of red preceded the sinking of razor fangs into his jugular only by a fraction of a second. He barely heard the satisfied growl of the Shistavanen as it gnawed savagely on his neck. The sound quieted. The stars faded. Blackness reigned.

[Vesper]

"Attention all fighters, our sensors have picked up extra lifeforms on the surface then our recognaissance showed, there's obviously some activity going on down there. All squadrons prepare to enter the planet's atmosphere in sector 423."

"Mark." Rab switched his channel to his squadron's com, "All fighters prepare to enter atmosphere at sector 423."

"Understood."

Flights were dull until combat started, Rab begun the usual procedural directions, "All fighters prepare to break formation in event of anti-aircraft fire, all fighters prepare to follow attack pattern 1138."

The seventy two TIE fighters began there swift approach on the planet. Whatever was down there, it wouldn't last long...

[chewbaca]

Stepping off of the spacecraft into the Hot Tatooine air, Hosr squinted as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. When his eyes had adjusted he noticed that two humanoids with their faces covered had entered the pad. One told him to drop his bag sand open them up for inspection. He also said he was with the local police, but seeing his face covered and no obvious insignia that was typical of police forces Hosr knew that to be false.
Hosr dropped his bags and knelt to open one, then the other longer one. When he di so the other humanoid stepped forward "Now Step away". As Hosr stood and as he did he pulled the modified Scout enforcer.
Pointing it at the two humanoids he asked "What is it you want, with my bags, for i know you aint no "police"?"
"We are with uh whats his name uh ..." stutered the first one.
" Worggo" Hosr finished for him.
"Yeah, yes we're with Worggo"
"Wrong answer" Hosr said as he shot of his right leg. Shifting to his partner " Now who are you and what do you want with my bags?"
"They are with Worggo" said the spy as he stepped back out of the ship with his blaster raised, not knowing what was going on." The one you shot is relatively new. He's good help your partner I'll take him to Worggo." He said as he holstered his blaster.
After Hosr had slung his enforcer across his back, he zipped up his bags then jogged to catch up to the Spy.

[Jedi_Poo]

"Lets lock and load." Dax remembered the words so clearly. As if he had heard it in another life or a life he wished he could forget. Something that Jorrak said made him flinch at the sound of the words. Don't loose your train of thought. Focus on the mission and you will succeed. Dax thought to himself.

Just as he opened his eyes to see the ramp open up, there were dozens of blaster rifles and pistols rising up to point in their direction. "Oh no....not again." Dax said as the sudden execution line drew there aim at him.

[Darth Kitana]

Vierna was all geared up and moving through the sand dunes on Tatooine to where the Rodian Informant would be waiting when suddenly another form appeared on her scanners.
'Damn it' she said to her team of Rebel operatives who were accompanying her on the mission 'someone else is looking for the Rodian. And by my guesses it's the Empire!'
'I suggest we wait it out until they have done here' voiced a Rebel operative.
'What, so the Empire can kill our intended mission. I don't think so. Turn off all electric equipment. If we can sense them surely they'll sense us soon' Vierna told her team. They did so.
'Right. Let's silently move to the informant and see what information he has to offer us about Worrgo the Hutt'.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jorrak instantly started firing, diving sideways while squeezing the trigger on his blaster rifle multiple times. The bounty hunters instantly scattered, each finding cover behind various objects in the landing pad. A hail of blaster fire pelted against the ship, doing no damage. He ducked behind the landing gears of the shuttle/transport he was in, using it as cover to fire at the bounty hunters. He took several down, but there appeared to be plenty more to spread around.


Suddenly, out of the clear blue, he heard Drav yell out: "We have Imperial Bombers on our radars."

Things made much more sense now, he thought. The information must involve Imperials and they are cleaning up the operation.

Jorrak looked up quickly and noticed that there was a clear pathway into the facility. He looked for Jalek, but the soldier that always had saved his butt was missing in action, perhaps still inside the ship. Having no choice, he yelled to his former teammate, Dax.

"Dax, I need you and Drav to provide cover fire while me and Drack infiltrate the complex. Try to neutralize these guys before we come back...this is going to be fast and furious."

Without waiting for a reply, he motioned to Drack and charged forward, dodging several blaster bolts that the hunters sent his way. He pushed open the doors of the facility and continued inward.

[Marko Ragnos]

"Rise, my friend. You have done well," the Emperor told the Chiss kneeling infront of him. The Emperor's agent stood, the wind tugging at his long dark robes. The two were standing on a landing platform at the Imperial Palace. It was nightfall, and a few rain drops had just started to fall. "As a reward, I will give you this, as I assume that your weapon was destroyed during your duel with the Jedi on Dantooine." From underneath his robes, Palpatine produced a small matte black cylinder. He gave it to the Emperor's Hand. "This is your new lightsaber." The Chiss thumbed a red switch and an orange blade sprung to life. The alien spun the hilt in his hand a few times. Perfect weight.
"Thank you, my master," he said in his usual low, raspy voice. "I will weild it with greater care than I did with my previous one."
The Emperor nodded in approval. A smile spread on his disfigured face. "I'm sure you will, my child. I'm sure you will."
The Chiss spun the blade a few more times before deactivating it and clipping it to his belt. "My next assignment?"
The Emperor turned around, and slowly walked towards the door. "You are free to do whatever pleases you for the moment, Raven Darkham. I will contact you when I have something new for you."

The Chiss, Raven, bowed to his master's back and turned to his ship, a black modified Theta-class T-2c shuttle. He was going for a drink at the local cantina.

[chewbaca]

"You dont make friends easily do you?" asked the spy as they procided down the sidewalk.
" I see no need if friends, but an ally ill take a few of those when i come across them." Hosr said in reply.
" Well this is where you'll stay free of charge till you earn enough to get your own place." The spy said motioning to a rundown inn. " Heres a comlink you will be contacted when Worggo is ready to see you."
Hosr walked in to the room he was given and knew he was going to find someplace else to stay. He unpacked what few things he had and strapped on his twin blaster pistols and walked out and locked the door.
He walked out onto the street and took a right as he did he was bumped into and felt left blaster being lifted out of its holster. Spining around he had his other one drawn. "Drop it now." The person began to run and Hosr shot him in the back of one of his legs , making him fall. The few people around began to look at him.
Picking up his blaster, he rolled the theif over and noticed he wasn't much older than he. "It will teach you to be more subtle. Learn take with out touching victim so much and it becomes harder to be noticed" Hosr adviced before he turned and walked down the street.
Soon after ward he walked into a local cantina.

[darth scourge]

Dead bodies lay on the steel floors of the bunker that had just been infiltrated by the Elite Stormtroopers of the Empire. Sgt.Maj Miskin walked up to a Rodian, who was on his knees with an E-11 rifle pointed at his head.

"Your the one we want aren't you" Miskin said quietly to the shivering Rodian

"Look around you. Your men didn't see what was coming to them. They're all dead." Miskin said showing no remorse

"Sir, shall I call the dropship for evac" asked a Stormtrooper

"Affirmitive soldier, and get this green piece of trash bindered up, Moff Drase will be want to personally speak with this" Miskin explained to an almost full squad of stormtroopers

Omega squad all got their gear ready and prepared to wait for the dropship to come out of orbit and pick them up. The terrified Rodian stood with his head down whilst a few Stormtroopers mocked him quietly.

[Vesper]

It had taken three patrols of the sector for the sensors to lock onto the abandoned city. Tipoca City, on the other side of the planet, was locked down, and if it hadn’t been for some increased heat activity it might’ve become difficult to find the city.

“All fighters aim at the windows and support columns, follow manoeuvre procedure 231 A.” Caelus veered to the left and began firing at the damaged and seemingly abandoned platform city, pulling up within a few metres of the platform. He flew along the curved wall, engines roaring, and as he came over the top of the platform he noticed something – a previously unseen landing platform, surrounded by larger buildings or higher platforms – and sitting still in the middle was a medium sized transport.

Caelus switched the comm to contact the Dominus “EX-91-2 to Command. We’ve found them. I repeat, we’ve found them”

“Command to EX-91-2, please state for the flight record what you’ve found.”

“Our objectives.”

[Darth Kitana]

Vierna and her comrades had seen the Imperials infiltrate the bunker on Tatooine and now they were using high tech equipment to listen to the ongoings inside.
'They have the Rodian' a Rebel agent told Vierna.
'Damn. We're going to have to use attack plan Omega' Vierna decided, rubbing her forehead.
'Team, activate the signal. When they arrive and the fighting starts we must infiltrate the bunker and get the Rodian out'.
A man activated the signal for plan Omega. Vierna watched around in anticipation, feeling quite safe in their hidden location.
Gradually a sound began to grow from upon the Dunes. Bantha's came into view of the two setting suns of Tatooine. Tusken Raiders had arrived upon hearing the signal they believed to be one of their own. The Alliance had procured it in such needed cases like this one and so rarely used it.
Vierna watched intently with her grey eyes as the Tusken Raiders looked around in confusion. Upon seeing the bunker they moved towards it.
Again, Vierna watched as the Sand People engaged the Imperials outside the bunker in fighting.
'Soon we will be able to enter. When the fight breaks out fully we must enter in with these' she said, pulling out what appeared to be armour.
'Bothan design. It will render us almost invisible to the ignorant eye. We must be in and out with the Rodian. The Alliance is counting on us'.
Her team suited up and waited. The wail of Tusken Raiders echoed around for miles. Vierna waited.

[darth scourge]

While Miskin's unit was waiting for the dropship they heard a large amount of firing outside the bunker.

"You two go and see whats going on outside" ordered Miskin

Two Stormtroopers ran outside whilst the others got into a defensive formation. Outside the Stormtroopers saw the rest of their platoon engaging in a firefight with a band of Tusken raiders.

One of the troopers ran into the bunker and alerted the rest of the platoon

"Sir were being attacked by Sand people" shouted the Stormtrooper

Miskin gave a signal to his troops to move out and engage the Tuskens whilst turning his head to glare at the Rodian, who had his eye on a nearby computer terminal.

"Oh, you have something in there dont you Rodain" Miskin asked quietly to the Rodian whilst moving over to the terminal.

The Rodian had a look of worry as Miskin activated the terminal. Miskin, having quite a good knowledge of computers managed to access the database. As Miskin went into the files directory he got a message on the screen

Password required.............

Turning to face the Rodian, Miskin held his modified E-11 against the Rodian's skull.

"Now it doesnt matter to me whether your alive or dead, tell me the password, otherwise your bug-eyed brains will be all over this bunker" Miskin asked the Rodian politely

"Okay Okay the password is I love Mynocks" whispered the Rodian.

Miskin typed in the password and a new screen came up. After a minute of browsing Miskin found a hidden file which read

Your excellency Worrgo. We have found some vital components on our salvage hunt on Kamino. Our slicer managed to access information we have found on old datadisks regarding the Kamino cloning process, the process used to create the soldiers from the clone wars.
Our sources tell us that the Empire destroyed all the data it had on Kamino cloning processes due to the new cloning processes they use with some of their newer soldiers.
The information should be on its way to you as I write this message. Think of how much credits some warlord will pay for information like this. You could even look into this and start your own army hah. Anyways I hope we done a great service to you Worrgo.
Your faithful servant Teeku

"Well it looks like we wont be needing you after all" Miskin said as he pulled the trigger on his E-11.

The Rodian fell face first to the floor whilst the rest of the troops looked on in awe through their helmets.

"Download this data, this is the information Drase was looking for" Miskin said to his unit.

Once the data was downloaded Miskins unit proceeded out into the firefight with the Tusken raiders.

"Now where the hell is evac" asked Miskin as he shot a Tusken off of its Bantha.

[Marko Ragnos]

It was around midnight, and if it wasn't for all the bright lights of the Imperial Center, the place would've been pitch black.
The Emperor's Hand, Raven Darkham, had just landed his ship outside the Double Deuce cantina, in the more fancier parts of the galactic capital. The cantina was one of the largest drinking and gambling establishments in the Core Worlds, and also Raven's favorite place to hang out between his assignments, when not training or spending time with Palpatine, his master.
He passed the two guards at the door, dressed in customized Coruscant Guard armor, and walked inside. The alien was met by the lobby's bright light, the sound of gamblers from the casino on the left, and the sober low voices from the bar itself on the right. There was a band of Bith musicians playing a well-known song from Tatooine in the back of the lobby. Raven took left, entering the bar.
After taking a seat in a dark corner of the bar and ordering a glass of Sullustan gin, he inspected the other patrons. None of them were standing out from the rest of the crowd. He noted that it was mostly regulars, such as himself, there.
"Your drink, sir." Raven flinched as the Zeltron waitress spoke. She had somehow sneaked up from behind.
The Chiss nodded his approval and took the small glass from the waitress' tray, and waved his hand, making her forget all about him. He knew it wasn't good for his job to attend at public places like this but he couldn't resist. Therefore, every time he visited, he had to make the staff, aswell as the other patrons, forget about him.

Half an hour and three drinks later, Raven left the DDC and headed back to the Imperial Palace to get some sleep.

[chewbaca]

Walking into the cantina, and approached the bar, "Give me some Mandalorian Wine" He told the bar keep. He seated himself on a near by stool, and glanced around the room. As he looked around the room he marked those who might cause a problem.
He sat there sipping the wine for a couple of hours before he felt it nessecary to return to his room for rest. As he got up a man from down the bar began to approach him. This man had walked in earlier, he had seemed to be looking for someone. " You shot my brother, and you will pay with your life."
"Who is your brother?"
"The man you tried to take your blaster so he could sell it to pay of my debt with Worrgo."
"Well, i dont know what to say. You are fighting to reclaim your brothers honour, i will not fight you but i will help you. See that man their?" Hosr asked gesturing to a man who was sitting at a table. The man nodded' Walk up and sit a cross from him tell him that if he doesnt give you 100 credits his family will burn. Sound desperate, or it will never work."
The man walked over to the table, and did as Hosr instructed. 100 credits where exchanged and the theifs brother got up and walked over to Hosr. "Thanks" he said.
Before he stopped Hosr stated " Walk past me and out the door."
Hosr followed the man outside. He turned to go to his room for some sleep.

[Coltonxx]

Thion layed buried in the sand with a tan blanket over him, only the very tip of his rifle would be exposed, serving under Sgt.Maj Miskins in the elites Thion would stay back for sniper support. He watched them engage the tuskens from a distance and a smile swept across Thion's face as he looked into the scope. He was about a thousand feet away, Thion loved long distance. They couldn't touch him, and wouldn't even be able to see him from this distance.

He peered into his scope looking for the best shot, "Perfect." were the only words to escape his lips as he came across his shot.

Two tuskens stood side by side firing at the bunker, placing the crosshair on one tusken's head he squeezed the trigger. The blast soared across the sands and connected - Hitting the first one in the head and flying through to hit the second. They dropped to the ground and Thion contined to look for another shot, a group of tuskens began to rush at the bunker. He squeezed the trigger, the first blast hit the tusken in the throat. A second blast shot out and hit another tusken in the chest, the third shot hit the remaining tusken in the forehead.

Thion scanned the field of battle and took his sight on a bantha, with two quick shots that hit the bantha in the side. The bantha began to fall over and the tusken ontop fell with it, the bantha toppled onto the tusken crushing him. Thion smiled, his E-11 sniper was by far his favourite, given that he had modified it highly. Infact, Thion usually spent most of his salary on his weapons and armour.

Thion quickly dissmissed his thoughts and focused on the battle again, setting his sights on two more tuskens he quickly squeezed his trigger twice removing them from battle.

[Miasmo]

Kalrinsh strolled through the wide, gloomy hallway just inside the entrance to Worrgo the Hutt’s palace on Ylesia. His escort, a mumbling Nikto who was obviously not pleased with his assignment as ‘door greeter’, followed not far behind. He didn’t look familiar to Kalrinsh, though it was always hard for him to tell with Niktos. Probably a new recruit. He smelt new, not yet layered with the subtle scents of vileness that the regulars possessed.

The other notable scent that caught the wolman’s attention was the smell of reek meat only recently starting to cook. The Reek Feast. I almost forgot. I’m glad I have something to exchange for a hefty plate, a mug of ale and a seat at the big boys table. He smiled softly, patting the melon-shaped bulge in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.

It was always in good sense to notice changes in the Hutt’s operation between visits. Publicly, it showed an interest in the different aspects of the business he was in, which gave the impression that he actually cared for the Hutt Cartel, that it wasn’t just business. Privately, it gave him forewarning of changes in alliances and recent troubles spots to avoid or utilize in conversation. He did enjoy the environment, no harm in taking pleasure there, but he did not feel bonded to the Hutts. They were responsible for him discovering his call as a bounty hunter, but they were not responsible for the call itself. Kalrinsh could not give debt to anything for the call, so the best he could do was continue to excel in his work.

The same skeletons of aquatic creatures adorned the arches he passed underneath. The same soft echoes of uneventful chatter bounced off the engraved walls of Nal Hutta inspired design. No recent upheaval, it would seem. With his superior sense of hearing, he identified several voices as frequent associates of Worrgo. Even a bounty hunter that he’d not seen since shortly after he became a hunter himself. He would have to find time to trade stories before he left the palace.

Their trek to meet Worrgo was coming to a close when an angry outburst of the ruthless Hutt warned somebody not to take him for a fool. Kalrinsh waited for the inevitable sentence of death, followed by an approving and excited clamor from the crowd, but it never came. He and the Nikto turned left under the last arch which opened up into Worrgo’s main audience chamber. He saw the offender, an unknown Devaronian, leaving the Hutt’s presence without company. That meant Worrgo’s mood was not to be uplifted by bloodshed. All the better for Kalrinsh. That meant it was he who would deliver news to raise his spirits, and that paid well in more ways than one.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jorrak ran through the base, barely pausing to neutralize any threats in his way. He left that to Drack, the Bothan who he had mentored from way back, when he first joined the Rebel Alliance. He rushed through the base, following the tracking signal that had been placed in the Rebel Spy they were supposed to find. At the end of the hall, he found the signal. The rebel spy sat, bruised an battered, before a man and a Wookie. The Wookie snarled and backhanded the spy viciously. The man looked like a typical smuggler, one that had been through too many wars. He had greasy black hair and a scar across his left cheek. He turned towards the spy.

"I don't have any time to waste. Who are the intruders that landed here? Did you contact them? Either you tell me who you were trying to contact, or I'll have my Wookie friend tear you limb from limb."

The spy shuddered at the thought, but bravely refused to speak, instead shaking his head (along with his entire body).

Without warning, an alarm sounded on a nearby console. The man quickly walked over to the console, and gave a short yelp.
"Imperials! You contacted the Imperials, you rat?!!!?"

He quickly lifted his pistol and shot the spy through the head.

"We don't have time for this. Weebacca, prepare our forces for departure. We've been here too long already. We have to report back to Worrgo."

Suddenly, Drack, having finally caught up, tripped over his own feet in a clumsy maneuver, sprawling out in front of the entire scene.

The man looked over, and instantly realizing that something was amiss, seemed to blast something on the counter with his blaster. Jorrack quickly brought up his blaster and shot the man in the head.

Brutal, he thought, But it had to be done. It was self defense.

He turned his blaster on the Wookie, only to be hit with a glancing blow from its fists. Even though it was poorly aimed at the last second, it still send Jorrak sprawling. Seeing stars, he only vaguely noticed when the Wookie grabbed a vibroknife from the table. The Wookie raised it high, preparing to gut Jorrak.

Out of nowhere, a blaster bolt sizzled through the air and struck the Wookie in the neck area, sending it down without a grunt. Looking over to his partner, he could see Drack's pistol smoking.

Jorrak got up, and looked over at the counter. Still dizzy, he noticed that the man had blasted a datapad on the counter...but still a part of it was burned into the screen.

Goods Sent...Worrgo....Tatooine

Jorrak looked over at his partner and smiled.
"I think we're going to Tatooine".
************************************************** ****

Running quickly through the building, he had very little time to marvel at the wonders of Kamino. The Kaminoans were a very advanced race, and their cities were marvelous, but now they were a ghost of the past. After the Imperial crackdown, the cloning cylinders had been destroyed, and the Kaminoans enslaved. Jorrak was relieved to see fresh (rainy) air as he approached the end of the tunnel, his comrade a couple steps behind him. Before he could get out of that place, however, he heard a huge crash. He turned in the direction of the noise.

He barely had a glance at an enraged Wookie as it busted right through the wall, wielding two Ryyk blades. The Wookie gave a howl of pain and anger, and rammed its swords through Drack. The Bothan screamed, his pain blending with the Wookie's. Drack's anguish echoed throughout the facility, his blood gushing from the wound. The Wookie pinned him to the wall, and his screams went silent. He was dead.

Jorrak looked over in disbelief, at the scene of horror before him. He shot the Wookie several times, but it appeared to shrug off the damage. The Wookie tried to withdraw his swords from his fallen prey, but one was wedged too deeply into the wall...even he could not retrieve one of them. A tense moment passed between Jorrak and the Wookie, both staring into each other's eyes, both eyes reflecting the hate of the other. The silence was broken only by a slight whistling.

A small object whistled through the air, landing in front of the Wookie. The sonic detonator exploded, blinding the Wookie and causing it to fall to the ground. Jorrak was momentarily blinded, but he quickly recovered, to see his savior.

A lone clone soldier stood in the doorway, looking over the scene. Dressed in battle scarred armor and wielding an DC-17 rifle, the man analyzing the figure through the helmet of a clone engineer. Jalek patted his old friend on the shoulder.

"It looks as if I arrived just in the nick of time" he said, sardonically. He looked over to see the Wookie getting up, wielding a Ryyk sword.

Jalek looked over at his fallen comrade, stuck up on the wall. He turned to his friend, and handed him an object, one of the ancient lightsabers of old.
"Take it my friend. It is one of two that I stole from a dead Jedi long ago. May it serve you better than its former master."

Jorrak could only manage out a simple "Why?", even though he already knew what the answer was.

"Simple", Jalek stated flatly, as usual. "I'll hold him off while you get away. You need to survive and get whatever information you can off this planet."

Jorrak looked at his friend for a moment, emotion shining in his eyes. But the Wookie was recovering fast, and looked angrier than ever. So Jorrak ran, calling his remaining teammates to get in the ship. He looked back, to see Jalek igniting a lightsaber, its blue blade reflecting in his visor.The Wookie snarled and rushed the man.
************************************************** ****

The transport barely made it off planet. Dodging several Tie Fighters, the small shuttle escaped into the atmosphere. As Jorrak looked back, he was imprinted with one remaining scene:

He saw a lone man dueling against a Wookie on the landing pad, both evenly matched. The blue blade flashed multiple times, revealing the skill of a true hero. Finally, Jalek dodged ducked and rolled, escaping the reach of the deadly Ryyk blade, and jabbed his lightsaber into the flank of the Wookie. Jalek looked up, and took off his helmet, and looked up as the transport ascended into the clouds, and the tie bombers closed in. Jorrak last saw Jalek running into the building, trying to gain shelter from the oncoming "storm".

[Vesper]

The transport had gotten away, complete with the homing beacon they had attached to it while the pirates were still in the city. It had been difficult, Caelus had to open his cockpit and lean over the edge of the wing to drop the beacon, midflight. But they managed. Caelus assigned two of his flights to pursue it out of the system while the remaining fighters, with the aid of a flight of bombers and some support fire from the Dominus, which now flew insidiously in the dark atmospher of Kamino, sunk the city, drowning all the rogue rats that had remained inside it.

*****

"You let the transport get away?" The captain of the Dominus screamed across the conference room.
"We had our reasons."
"What reasons? Your assignment was to go to the city, destroy it and any pirate forces you encountered -- and you let them get away, without so much as a committed chase."
"If you're trying to get me discharged you should just say it. Everything I did was in line with protocol. If you claim my squadrons actions were useless, pehaps you should look at this." Caelus threw the handheld tracker across the table.
"What is this?"
"The location of that transport."
"You installed a tracking device?"
"No, I used the force."
"You're not funny."
"You're an incompetent hack."
"You do not want to cross that line Lieutenant."
"What? I'm not under your command captain, I'm here to ensure that you don't destroy something that is valuable to Lord Vader. Last time I checked, he outranked you."
"In the future I advise you to check your facts Lieutenant. We received a transmission from the Executor half an hour ago, you're being re-assigned to the Dominus. We'll be acting under the directive of the Executor, because one ship can only be in so many places at a time. And seeing as I am now your direct superior, you are suspended from all flight actions for a week and are to be placed on serious probation for disobeying directives and insuborbination. If this type of behaviour continues I will have you court martialled." The captains shrivelled, scarecrowed face stared piercingly at him with a look of schadenfreude, "Now who's funny lieutenant"

[darth scourge]

Dozens of Tusken corpses lay on the deserts sands outside of the bunker. Half of Sgt.Major Miskin's platoon stood exhausted after the moderately long firefight that ensued.
"Well done men, these savages can be nasty work. I know a unit that was wiped out altogether by a tribe of these vicious...things, excluding the one that escaped to tell the story...me" explained Miskin

"How did you manage to escape if you don't mind me asking sir" asked a curious Stormtrooper

"Well there was 12 of us on a routine training mission with some new recruits just graduated from Carida. We thought they were ready for some desert assault training." replied Miskin

The Stormtroopers all gathered around Miskin as he expalained more

"It was dawn. The transports dropped us about 6km outside of Mos Eisly. The training combat droids were dropped 2km further into the wastes. As we approached we began our assault on the droids, who didn't last very long. All of a sudden we heard a high pitched kinda roar, one that we could'nt work out. Rocks began to fall and we heard slugthrower shots. Some of the troops fell instantly whilst others took cover behind the rocks"

"I take it that these Tuskens were responsible" a Stormtrooper asked

Miskin gave a nod and continued

"About twenty-five to thirty of these savages came down charging at the rest of us. Troopers fell all around us until there was about three of us. My superior officer tried to make a run for it but was trampled by a raging bantha. There was two of us left as the Tuskens edged closer to us. I thought I was about to meet my maker until the Tuskens just turned around and took off rather quickly"

"They just took off, just like that" asked another Stormtrooper before Miskin carried on

"Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the largest beast I have ever seen came out of a crevice in the rocks. Corporal Teen, the only other survivor stood there cowering whilst the beast moved closer to him. I watched in horror as the beast devoured him. I tried to make a run for it but the creatures tail slammed me into the rocks. I only remember waking in a medical facility bed in Mos Eisly. Seems like some explorers found me. I will never forget that night in the wastes."

Miskin lowered his head as if trying to forget what had happened. Above the platoon was the transport that proceeded to land in an open space meters from the troops

"Ok me all in" Miskin ordered as the troops entered the transport one by one. Miskin, whilst holding the data disk, was the last to enter and strapped himself in. The transport took off leaving the golden sands of Tatooine behind and the battle with the Tuskens that had just occured. Sgt.Maj Miskin leaned his head back and fell into a deep sleep as the transport made its way to Anoat.

.................................................. .................................................

The commercial freighter landed at Nar Shaddaa's spaceport. Passengers one by one left the freighter and made their way into the city interior. A fairly tall, dark haired man exited the freighter and looked around.
An air hostess came running out the freighter
"Mr Harrak you have dropped this" shouted the hostess

"Oh thank you very much, I cant afford to lose this" said Crev Harrak, placing his bounty hunter guild badge into his pocket.

Walking out of the spaceport, Crev made his way into the cantina where a shady group were sitting chatting about current events.

"Did you read on the net, the Imperials have started bombing some water planet" Crev heard whispered

Pretending to go about his business Crev couldnt help ovehearing the conversation

"It makes you wonder who's actually there, seeing this as it all goes on. Probably some nut who gets kicks out of putting stuff like that on the net." one of the group said, a Rodian male with dark green skin.

"Hold on a sec, I think that guy is listening in on us" another Rodian said standing up, pulling a Vibroblade out

"Id sit back down if I were you, Rodian" Crev explained whilst equipping a vibroknuckler

"Now you die for talking to us like that" the Rodian said as he went for Crev, but managed to be on the receiving end of Crev's knuckler.

The Rodian fell backwards on the cantina floor. The others looked at each and ran out. Crev sat back down and motioned over the bartmaid.

"Throw a cold one over here would you" Crev shouted as he got confortable thinking about his strategy for the hunt he had just taken.

[Coltonxx]

Thion watched from the distance as they were picked up by a transport, standing up Thion turned around pulling off a sand-coloured blanket revealing his BARC speeder. Jumping ontop he powered it up and sped across the desert. Grabbing his comlink he spoke into it, "Sgt. Miskins, I take the objectives have been completed..I'am enroute to the barracks to catch a lift and rendevous with the rest of the platoon."

Thion continued speeding across the desert at high speeds, he approached a local barracks and slowed down upon entrance. Leaving his speeder at the entrance he nodded to the stromtroopers guarding the entrance, as he entered the barracks he stopped and saluted an officer as he walked past. Thion approached a room knocking on the door, "Who is it!?" yelled out a voice behind the door.

"Sir, it's Thion sir." Thion replied being polite as possible.

The door slid open and Thion removed his helmet, stepping in he saluted the man at the desk infront of him. "At ease soldier, what can I do for you Thion." said the man.

Thion placed his hand back at his side and said, "Captain, I'm here about my transport to rendevous with Sgt. Major Miskins."

The Captain replied, "Ah yes, Change of plans though I'm afraid..You've been reassigned for another mission, an assassination to be more exact."

Thion was intrigued and spoke out, "Of course Captain, May I ask who it is?"

The Captain replied with a smile, "The best kind of kill, a rebel"

Thion smiled and nodded his head, "Thank you Captain, shall I inform Sgt. Major Miskins?"

The Captain shook his head slowly saying, "That would not be necessary, we've already informed him, you are dismissed soldier..You will be informed on your objectives tommorow morning, rest up."

Thion saluted the Captain and turned around heading to the soldiers quarters to catch some sleep.

[jedimasterElizabeth]

Elizabeth sat down on the cold stool, waiting for the mission to be given from her commanding officer... She sighed as some others members had went into the office and got their missions.

Am I doing the right thing? She thought deeply. She just became a member of the Rebel Alliance for 2 months and now she could go for a mission. But yet she sighed, she knew that she would not be here if her Jedi Master was still breathing... Since the Order 66, she lost everything; her master died in the hand of Darth Vader, her home planet exploded, her family were no where to be found and the most important thing was she was clueless about the Force and it will just 'activate' anytime. Elizabeth herself never touch a lightsaber before. She just love to swing around with a wooden stick, pretending to train her lightsaber's skills.

And now, she had to hide her true-self and kill some Stormtroopers with her modify Mandalorian heavy blaster that she got from a stranger when she stepped in the Rebel base for the first time.

Elizabeth buried her face in her hands," You will be fine, Elizabeth... You're a Ex-Jedi. Please acting like one!" She murmured.

Then, the heavy steel down slide opened. A female Zabrak called out her name, "Elizabeth Levendon!"

[Coltonxx]

Early in the morning Thion was report to the captain, entering the office Thion saluted the captain and awaited information on his target. The captain rubbed his eyes looking as if he was up all night, "Ah yes Thion, Im sure your waiting for your assignment..Well, a few days ago an Imperial officer had abandoned the army, local soldiers have reported spotting him in Mos Eisley, we have reason to believe he is meeting up with rebels to join them and give them information..And that must not happen, you are to track him, see what he is up to..Wait to see if he does meet up with any rebels, upon them revealing themselves you are to leave none alive..There is a shuttle waiting outside to drop you off, dismissed." he said in a rough voice.

Thion saluted the captain and turned around and began his way out of the barracks. Thion carried 3 bags full of equipment onto the shuttle, wearing regular clothing he could not reveal himself as an Imperial once in the city. As he began to sit down in the shuttle 4 more soldiers ran into the shuttle, "We were assigned to assist you." said the closest one.

Thion nodded lightly and they sat down on the seats opposite of Thion, "All ready back there?" said the pilot as he turned around.

Thion spoke out, "Yeah we're all good, lets get moving."

The shuttle lifted off the ground and flew forward towards the city of Mos Eisley, "We should be there in about an hour" said the pilot.

Thion sighed lightly and leaned his head back, looking back up to the other 4 soldiers infront of him he said, "So, what unit are you guys in?"

A different one said this time, "We are scout troopers."

Thion nodded to his response and replied, "Understand one thing, you take orders from me..This is an important mission and I don't want you getting in my way."

The 4 men nodded in agreement as Thion finished speaking, "Upon arrival you two on the right are to watch spaceports and try to find any information, and you two on the left are to look around the apartments and such, find out where this guy is staying..I will take local cantinas and restaurants, I trust a picture of this guy has been sent to your datapads aswell?"

The 4 nodded and revealed their datapads to show a picture of the target, Thion leaned his head back once more and closed his eyes, "We better land soon" he thought.

[chewbaca]

As Hosr would have guessed as soon as he fell asleep his com'link rang. "Yes?" he asked.
"I work for Worrgo, in ten minutes a knock will be at your door, wait one minute then pick-up the data pad the knocker will leave. It will have details on a job,move quickly to get it finished. The quality of this job determines weither you are aloud in good by... Click" Hosr got ready while he waited out the ten minutes. Strapping on his aromor on and belting his DCs around his waist, slinging the enforcer across his back, over all of this he placed a dark drench coat he had aquired from a hobo on corusant.

When the knock came Hosr ran through a few quick drills to get the blood flowing, to his muscles. A minute passed he stepped out side picked up the datapad and countinued walking shuting the door behind him. "You moving already?" asked the Housekeeper noticing this bag he had in his left hand.
"No, just gotta get this over to an old friend" Hosr replied, motioning to his bag.
Stepping out and walking into the alley , he removed the datapad from his pocket he began reading it.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Target Name: Los
Target Description: Large heavy set male human, has a large scare on his left cheek. Although large in appearance he is agile and moves fast.
Job requested: maiming but no death, 1000 credits.Maiming resulting in death, 500 credits. The body must be unreconisable based on visual appearence.
Probable location: Hangs out at the cantina on the west died end of town.
Notes: carries a blaster on right leg; must know he will run inside to get help if he is startled to close to the cantina.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Well this should be fun" Hosr murmed to himself as he removed a simple double edged knife from is bag and slipped into his left boot.

[jedimasterElizabeth]

She jumped up nervously, walking into the chamber without talking to the secretary.

"Welcome again, Elizabeth. Are you ready for your first mission?" asked the commander, looking at her curiously.

She turned away, "I have no idea how to reply that question."

Commander Felix stood up from his chair and walked toward the confused member, "I know that you are special. But it doesn't mean that you could skip this mission. After all, this is your test to fullfill your destiny to become a Spy."

Elizabeth replied furiously, "It is not what I meant. I just... I just..."

The commander padded her shoulder and sighed, "You are ready in any circumstances. I got the feeling that you will go through any problem that you will face."

She stared at the 45 years old commander, "I don't know. Sometimes I feel that I do not belong here-"

"-you are. There must be a reason that lead you to the Rebel. To me."

She released herself from the commander. Still frowning, "Just give me the job."

He smiled and showed her someone that she never saw before.

A male Bothan bowed at her like a true gentleman.

"Let me introduce my best friend, Zun Krun. A true Rebel Spy.", Felix told the young rebel. "My friend here had agreed to guide you through this mission. You may say he is your personal mentor."

Elizabeth was amazed. She had never saw a Bothan before... And plus, he was her new mentor?!

"He? My new mentor? I thought spy are working in solo."

"Not quite. My last apprentice became a Spy for 5 years now and she had a partner following her around," said Zun politely. "It seemed that your favourite student is strong headed."

"How you know that I am strong headed?" shouted Elizabeth. " Please don't any judgement before you knew the truth. Especially me!"



*Commander Felix... I know... I just got from someone in GS.

[Vesper]

"What do you mean you're suspended?" Erosis said as she shuffled through her locker.
"He just suspended me."
"Did you provoke him?"
"A bit."
"What do you mean a bit?"
"I called him a hack"
"Are you insane?"
"He was about to suspend us all anyway for not shooting down that transport. Plus it's true, if he'd stayed in orbit that ship wouldn't have gotten away at all."
"How in the force did you make Flight Lieutenant."
"Sucked up to the right people."
"I'll assume you don't mean that literally,"
"I didn't"
"So how is this going to effect the rest of us."
"No idea, he'll either appoint an interim Flight Lieutenant, from the squadron, or appoint one from another squadron, or promote one."
"So basically you don't know."
"Yep"

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Captain Seilton paced the Dominus' bridge like a guard dog, "Captain, the communications link to the Executor has opened, but it's weak," Seilton walked across to the console and pressed down on the button,
"This is Captain Seilton of the Dominus to the Executor, we await further orders."

[Marko Ragnos]

Raven Darkham
Emperor's Hand
Imperial Palace, Coruscant

The Hand's room was located deep in the catacombs of the Imperial Palace, the biggest structure on Coruscant, the Imperial Center.
The room was richly decorated with everything from Holo-photos of wanted Jedi to ancient friezes, one of them which had belonged to Palpatine during his reign as Supreme Chancellor, depicting one of the many battles of the Great Hyperspace War.
Sitting at his bronzium-plated desk was Raven, inspecting his brand new lightsaber. About eighteen hours before, Palpatine had given him the weapon, and Raven had immideately come to like it. But one thing disturbed him. It was a standard single-phased lightsaber, and he was used to double-phased ones, so that he could shorten the blade if necessary.
But that had been easily fixed. Now, when the blade was twisted, the orange blade was reduced to half of its size and turned dark blue, almost black in colour. Ideal for assassinations.

All of a sudden, Raven's personal communicator beeped, and he answered.
"Yes, my master?"
"Raven, my child. I have a new assignment for you. Come to my office," said the Emperor.

[jedimasterElizabeth]

The bothan nodded and turned to his old friend, "She IS head strong...I can't train a girl like that. I give up."

Elizabeth ogled to Felix, her eyes helped her to talk, "I demmand a new master! Not him!"

"No changing, Elizabeth!" Felix threw the idea of changing-a-new-master away. He glared at Elizabeth, "I thought you agree any mission that I gave you?"

"MISSION?! You just appointed me to this-this-this thing!" She pointed hardly to Zun and continued," and you haven't give me a job! I agree to take a mission but on SOLO. Read my lips, SO-LO."

Zun sighed, "Don't tell me that I have to take her as my apprentice, Lix. I had become your friend since the Order 66 and I had never beg you for anything."

Commander Felix slapped his face hard in disappointment," You guys will get along. Trust me." Ignoring the two people who were arguing for a change, he said, "Well, your mission is to find the assassin who killed almost hundreds of of our men in Dantooine-"

"You mean the Dark Jedi?" blurred Elizabeth.

"Don't make judgement before you see the person. Maybe he is just a simple assassin who got tons of lucks," replied Zun calmly.

"What do you expect that luck could help him to kill hundreds of our men?" Elizabeth fought back. "Fahut died in this very mission. You should know that she is the best spy the Rebel Alliance ever had. Am I right, Commander?" She stared a t her 'boss'.

"There is no news about her since last two months doesn't mean she is dead, Elizabeth." Felix sighed.

"And now you want me and this-whatver to solve the puzzle?"

[Kommandant Felix]

A pile of rubble floated in the seas of Kamino. The small city had been sunk by Imperial bombers, but piles of rubble still littered the choppy seas. Remnants of bodies lied all around, some in pieces, some not. The sea swallowed most of them.

This particular pile of rubble, though, was part of the ancient gateway to the outer world, to the landing pad from which clones had departed many years earlier. Kamino had been much grander in those days, before the Empire had come to crush the Kaminoan resistance and enslave what survivors remained. Before the now infamous Boba Fett had led the 501st Stormtrooper legion against the planet, destroying most of the cloning facilities and buildings. Not many people lived on Kamino nowadays, especially due to its roaring seas and unpredictable weather. Those who did were often smugglers, looking for some relief from the bounty hunters on their tail.

And so the pile of rubble drifted, remembering better days, being haunted by the ghosts of the past, the days of the Republic, the Clone Wars, the Empire. A large wave swelled, about to overtake and bury this part of history forever.

And a garbed hand burst forth from the remains, revealing the figure of a man. A man wielding the armor of the past, battered and beaten. A man bearing the face of Jango Fett...

[jedimasterElizabeth]

Zun shook his head in disbelieve, "She is clueless as usual..."

"What clueless? I am not!" Elizabeth fought back. She was impatient and turned to Felix. "Just tell me the mission,Commander."

"I had told you, Elizabeth. Just leave this planet and go to Tatooine to search and bring him back to this station for further interrogation. Do you copy?"

Elizabeth saluted him and exited the room without replies or questions. But Zun stopped her, "Hey, we can't just go like that."

Shr turned to him, "What we? There is no we. I work on my own."

"Elizabeth, you will need me."

"Need you? For what? Having romance? Oh, sorry. you're not my type." She just continued walking out from the chamber, into the archway.

Zun just closed his hairy eyes. He seemed to be meditating.

Then, the stubborn girl heard something talking in her head, " I can help you..."

She just shouted in the corridor, "Shut up!"

[Miasmo]

Kalrinsh picked at a piece of reek meat that had managed to wedge itself in between his molars. The feast was good, and he had earned it. He was slouched against the back of his low chair, gazing across the dinner table at Worrgo’s latest prize. It also happened to be Kalrinsh’s price of admission to the Reek Feast. The head of Vorule Carbinash stared back at him, through water, through glass, terrified. He was not sure any dessert Worrgo could offer him would be sweeter than this.

He met the Hutt’s sleepy, slitted eyes, nodding in appreciation of whatever it is Worrgo thought the wolfman should be appreciative of. Worrgo managed a subtle nod in return. It was an honor to receive any acknowledgement from a hutt after such a grand meal. Kalrinsh was very much pleased with himself.

The hunt hadn’t been difficult, or even exciting. The man had stolen a case of precious oils from Worrgo. The fact that they were his personal bath oils did not make the kill any less meaningful. If anything, it made it more. Not even a petty crime such as this would be attempted on Worrgo after today. Not unless the thief was already a marked man.

“Make use of it while you can, Kal.”

Kalrinsh sneered as he turned his head lazily to look at his fellow hunter from the past, a human by the name of Zingar Cooves. He was glad Zingar asked him to ‘make use’ instead of ‘enjoy’. It showed that he understood the game.

“I was top ronto around here last week,” continued Zingar, running his hand through his tousled mohawk of charred silver. “Pretty much up until you pulled that guy’s head out of your magic bag.” Zingar looked at the head and couldn’t help but admire it as much as everyone else did. “Still, I think Worrgo would’ve been more pleased if you’d brought him in alive. It couldn’t have been that hard, eh? Surely worth the extra credits.”

Kalrinsh leaned forward and picked up his mug of ale, a thick green brew. “I wanted the kill, I got it. Worrgo wanted to see the look on Vorule’s face when I caught him for stealing bath oils. Bath oils! Well, there it is.” He mostion to Vorule with is mug in hand. “Win, win.” He downed his dring and wiped his muzzle.

Zingar grinned at the wolfman, one tooth missing right up front. “So what’ve you got planned next, wolfman? There’s no way this one could satisfy you enough.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No way. You track this goon for stealing a hutt’s bath oils, chop off his head and get a belly full of reek in return. That’s it? Not your style.”

Kalrinsh slouched even further into his chair as he settled down for a short nap. He yawned, flashing intimidating teeth, all intact. “You’re right, that’s not my style. Take a closer look over there, won’t you?”

Zingars smile slowly disappeared. He rose from his chair and walked casually over to the bowl next to Worrgo, appearing only to give an appreciative inspection of Vorule’s lifeless head. He looked it over as Kalrinsh had advised. It was not a clean job, to be sure. Zingar had heard Kalrinsh to be quite the perfectionist sometimes, this was just sloppy. He looked back at the wolfman for further explanation, but Kalrinsh was already drifting into sleep.

It was the second inspection that revealed the meaning of his words. There was a reason it was sloppy. There was a reason Kal wanted the kill. Chopping his head off? Kalrinsh was right. Definitely not his style. His eyes returned to the napping wolfman.

Kalrinsh licked his lips, sweet dreams already painting his slumber a lovely red.

[Marko Ragnos]

Raven Darkham
Emperor's Hand
Coruscant, space

Aboard his black-painted Theta-class T-2c shuttle, Dark destiny, sat the Emperor's Hand inspecting some star charts of the Outer Rim, more precisely the Bothan sector. He had been given the task to eliminate an entire platoon gone rogue after being forced by their superiors to slaughter innocent civilians, who were belived to be working with the Rebel Alliance.
The platoon had last been spotted on Bothawui, the homeworld of the furry Bothans, known for being master politicans and spies. Somewhere on the planet, the platoon had set up a base, or that was what Palpatine's source had told him. He had also said that it required an army to storm the place, but both the Imperial Army and Darth Vader were too public. The Emperor wanted this to be kept as quiet as possible, because a defection of an entire platoon might affect the rest of the troops of the Imperial military, making them want to do the same.
This wasn't going to be one of the regular assassinations that Raven was used to. This was going to be nothing but a massacre.

"Well, I better get going," the Chiss told himself after studying the star charts one more time. This is going to be another blue milk run...
The assignments were becoming easier and easier, or maybe it was just Raven getting better and better, and he was tired of all the quiet assassinations and all the spying. No one even knew of his existance! He knew he wasn't supposed to think like this, but he couldn't help it. He wanted something more to his life. Something to care about, someone to love... anything! He just had to tell Palpatine when he got back... he just had to.

[Coltonxx]

Barely even an hour after they landed Thion had found his target, he watched him as he sipped on a drink in the cantina looking like he had not a care in the world. Thion bit his lip, he wanted to run up to him and rip him apart for defying the emperor like that. But he kept his cool, he called to a twi'lek waitress as he sat in his seat near the corner of the room.

"Get me a beer would ya" he spoke to the waitress.

She nodded and turned around heading towards the bar, Thion observed his target still. The traitor sat at the bar and drank, his movements became clumbsy and his speech was slurred - he was drunk. With a wide turn the traitor spun around smacking Thion's beer out of the hand of the waitress. Thion bit his lip and stood up, "Now he's gunna get it" he said under his breath.

Thion marcher over to the traitor grabbing him by his throat and proceeded to drag him outside of the cantina, "He is too drunk, he won't even remember this" he thought.

The man squirmed as he was dragged out too drunk to react, Thion began kicking him in the stomach as he squirmed on the ground. Pulling him to his feet Thion punched him in the face a few times before pushing him back to the ground. Placing one knee on his chest Thion sat ontop of the man and began punching him in the face over and over, normally Thion kept his cool but one thing he couldn't stand were traitors - plus if he couldn't remember it didn't happen right?

Thion stopped after a moment and the man's face was beginning to swell up and his mouth and nose began bleeding. Thion stood up kicking him the side one last time, the traitor laid on the ground holding his side groaning in pain. The man reaked of alchohol as he laid there, Thion shook his head disgusted by the man who lay before him. Thion adjusted his coat and headed back to the apartment where he made base, a voice came over his comlink, "Thion, we have confirmed where he is staying..Believe it or not he is in the same apartment complex as us..He is in apartment 027."

Thion replied, "Good work, I've already made *contact* with the target..Im returning to base, as should all of you."

[Kommandant Felix]

Voices...echoing into the mind of the fallen one.

"This is definitely one of ours..."

Falling into and out of consciousness...

The edge of death.

Flashes of visions, partially from the past and partially from the present...maybe even the future.

Flashes of a slender necked creature, with big eyes and smooth gray skin. Slender fingers, easily manipulating...so easily manipulating.

Training Days, full of learning...battle tactics...history....spontaneity.

Holding a blaster, aiming... bullseye.

"This one is special...we will give him strength."

The edge of death.

An echoing voice...
"Remember your Imperative. The supervision of the Republic..."

A mask. Rather than living the truth, the mask is adorned.

A mask, covering the face of a man that once was, but is no more...

Flashes, images, sounds, smells...all converging...into one.

The Force...is it real?

Jedi...So many fallen...

It is time to embrace your destiny, and right that which you have sown.

Seated on the edge of death, the fallen one awoke, removing the mask for the first time, shedding the scars that had endured for years.

[chewbaca]

As Hosr waited for his target to exit the cantina, a Man was drug out and severly beaten. Hosr laughed at the sight of the helpless drunk getting pounded, an another sober man. Hosr held in a chuckle as the man answered his com, then left. The drunk left a few minutes later once he recovered enough to stand and stagger home, strangly in the same direction as his assalint.

Thirty minutes later his target left the cantina and walked relativly straight towards the edge of town. Hosr followed behind but not to close. The man turned down a scarcly lighten street. Hors followed and silently gained ground, once he was in stricking distance he sliced at the back of the mans left leg. The man fell and Hosr stepped on his back to keep him from rising. Hosr decided to take the mans scalp as proof of the job.

After scalping the man he returned to his room and waited while he waited he cleaned is guns. He nodded off for a while, and was awoken by his comlink going off.

[Kommandant Felix]

Jalek woke up after what seemed like years. He stared into the face of a Kaminoan, one of the cloners that had made his entire battalion.

"You!" he snarled. He looked into the face of his creator, Taun We. "I thought you died when we raided your planet?"

"Jalek," Taun We commented, getting to the point as usual. "We need your help. It has come to our attention that you have broken through the primitive thought control process that was imposed by us in the beginning, and we need you to stop the Empire, before its too late, for all of us."

"We've been analyzing your cellular structure, and we've found something interesting there. It appears as if your cells have been corrupted to the point where they cease to rapidly age. Because of this, we decided to do some augmentations to your skeletal frame, making you stronger than ever."

Jalek looked at his hands, new strength flowing through them. He smiled and said, "Where do I start?"

[jedimasterElizabeth]

Elizabeth's Domitory

Things getting weird as she thought of the voice calling in her brain. She never had this experience before and it is hurting her. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes,thought back.

What is that voice? She murmured.

Then,she knew something. Something that could make her become more than a Rebellion's Spy-A Jedi. She could take revenge on her Master and her family' killer... Become what she should become.

But everytime that the girl thought of revenge, she remembered one of her dreams... No, a vision. A vision that could change her life...Forever.

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Switched her lightsaber off but still holding as firm as she can. Anger in her flowing like volcano and it is unstoppable. She stared at the corpse of the figure lying dead on the floor, his head was been cut of from his hairy body. Thinking hardly, what have I done? She shook it off. I did what I must.

" Good, Elizabeth...You have completed the test."

She turned to the voice, but the only thing that she could see was a dark tall figure and replied furiously,

"Now give me the thing that you promise to give!"

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"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! " The comlink beside her rang violantly.

She just snapped off her dream and answered the call.

[Coltonxx]

(Sorry I've been gone, been busy for a while)

Thion sat impatiently in his apartment along with the others that accompanied him, Thion fidgeted with a knife in his hand, "Oh, how I would love to drive this into his heart" He thought violently.

"Sir, I see him" one of them would whisper as he peeked out the window

The lights in the apartment were off, effectively covering them in the shadow to spy on this traitor, for now they would watch his movements closely, "Soon enough..Soon enough" Thion would whisper to himself.

Sitting on a small stool Thion continued to peer out the window and watch him stumble to his apartment, he appeared to still be drunk, and the beating would have disorientated him slightly aswell. But something else would happen, four men dressed in civilian clothing would approach the traitor, seeming almost concerned at the sight of his injuries that showed on his face. Slowly the traitor would guide the four into his apartment, "Rebels" Thion would mutter.

That one word was all that was needed to alarm the other four, almost instantly they started to gear up in order to be prepared for anything that might go down. Thion would suit up aswell, slowly sliding on his armour and helmet he would continue to gaze out the window. Another sight excited Thion, another four would knock on the traitor's door, this time they were in full battle-gear, "Specforces" Thion would mutter again.

The four with Thion seemed ready to charge and attack but Thion would hold up a hand, "Hold on now, they must have a leader or something..Just wait, I want blood aswell" Thion would whisper.

Reaching over to a cabinet Thion would grab his rifle from the top of it; strapping it over his right shoulder. One last person would approach the door of the traitor, the rebels sure weren't afraid of showing themselves so openly around here, probably because the lack of imperials in this district, this one donned the clothing of a rebel of higher rank.

"Ready yourselves, and make damn sure you follow my orders" Thion would say without even so much as turning his head from the window.

[chewbaca]

"Job acomplished?" asked toe man on the other end of the comlink.
"Yes"
"Good place the proof in the table drawer outside your door. In the drawer is key, this key will lock and unlock the table drawer, thats where your money, target info, and any proof of complition will be placed and must remained locked at all times. If you move leave the location of new address in drawer. Clear."
"Clear" Hosr said as he opened his door and place the scalp in the drawer.

Shortly after the conversation with the man on the comlink, Hosr heard footsteps outside is door. Noticing that footsteps had not been heard retreating away from the door. Hosr stood and moved silently towards the far corner of the room. Half way to the door their was a knock.

[Kommandant Felix]

Tatooine, thought Jorrack. Maybe some evidence will come our way if we search the planet.
He pointed out the outskirts of a small settlement to the pilot.

"I don't recommend landing anywhere near Mos Eisley, especially since the Imperial authorities are most certainly looking for us there. I think we should land near that small settlement there, and we can travel to Mos Eisley from there. It will greatly mask our presence. We can then find out about Imperial activity from there."

The pilot nodded, and Dax also agreed. Dax had been strangely silent for the entirety of the trip, bothered by thought not easily deciphered. It looked like he was troubled, by Jorrack left him alone. There was more important matters at hand.

[chewbaca]

Quickly stepping to look through the peek hole, Hosr un holstered his guns. Peering out, the hall was black. So black he couldnt see the table or anything. He stepped back and opened the door.
The person on the other side was startled for a minute. She, a humanoid, said "I need your help.Please!"
"What is it?"
"I think im being stalked." Hosr reconized the female from the bar.
"Ill try."

[jedimasterElizabeth]

"Elizabeth."

"Elie, I think you are thinking to much," the voice of her Twi'lek roomate called out.

"What are you talking about, Vuntia?" She replied.

"You know what I am talking about Elie! Why don't you just accept the mission? And you are going with the famous Bothan Spy! Zun Krun!"

Elizabeth was annoyed," He is not that great, okay?"

"At least he is better than you, Elie. You're just a newbie."

"NEWBIE?" Elizabeth shouted through the comlink. "I am the best during my trainning-"

"-Your trainning. Not this kind of mission. Plus, you are going to Tatooine to find the assassin. Not everyone could have the privilege to take that mission," Vuntia interruped.

"Yeah, all the best crews of ours died. And now Felix want me to perish too? Along with the Bothan?"

"Hey," her friend in the other side sounded to be tired by her complains. "Just think about it. First, you could fry the worm out for imprisoned you for the Empire and I know, after this mission, you could become a Lieutenant!"

The strong headed girl frowned, "But, I felt something will go wrong in Tatooine and Zun wasn't just .....Zun."

Vuntia smiled although Elizabeth couldn't see her,"Well, that is the fun side. Accept it, Elie. Please."

There was a slience. She took a deep breathe and replied, " Yes. I will do it."

Maybe Zun could teach me more than just spy skills.

"Great! Your ship is ready! You may go now."

"NOW?!"

[chewbaca]

As the female left he began to watch follow at a healthy distance to determine if she was being followed. After several minutes he noticed that she was being followed and figuring him to be a street thug, moved to the front of the females path to intercept the pursuer. As she passed him the thug made his move. Grabbing at the female to yank her into an alley.
Half way to his target his hand stopped short, as a result of Hosr hand latched on to the bothans arm. This followed closely by a quick twist of the arm to incapasitate the bothan.
Quickly unsheathing his knife Hosr asked the bothans business with the female.
He replied " She mess with my boss and now she pay."
"Whos your boss" Hosr demanded.
"Why should i tel... augh" he screamed as Hosr dislocated his shoulder.
"Warggo."
Hearing this Hosr quickly released the Bothan and walked in the direction the female ran off in.

[Darth Kitana]

OOC: Please fill me in as have got back from uni and can now commence in the story line woo hoo!

[Darth Kitana]

Name: Vierna Hunzrin
Species: Human female
Faction: Rebel Alliance
Character Class: Rebel Spy
Appearance: Vierna is about 5 foot 8 with long black hair and piercing grey eyes. Vierna's figure is shapely and the woman is well groomed, being involved in her line of work.
Background: The 29 year old was born on Alderaan, a cousin to Queen Breha Organa and Raymus Antilles and therefore a member of the Alderaanian royal family. However, instead of spending her time in the palace grounds with her family and joining the diplomatic route her family usually folllowed, the woman moved to Coruscant and joined a newscasing station where she met secret Rebel Agent Tura Raftican. Already aware of her families involvement in the Rebel Alliance Vierna decided to aid Tura in their gathering of information for the Alliance. Vierna was also in contact with Bria Tharen, whom she had met on Alderaan before moving to Coruscant. When Alderaan was destroyed by the death star Vierna vowed to bring down the Empire at all costs, keeping her background secret whilst on Coruscant incase her motives to be discovered from her heritage.
At hearing the destruction of the Death Star at Yavin Vierna's hope was restored in discovering her second cousin Leia Organa still lived. Awaiting information from the Rebel Leaders Vierna and Tura continue to gather information from contacts on Coruscant and core planets.



Vierna awoke in her bed on Coruscant. It was early morning and a light rain had begun to fall outside where it was still dark. Senator Canna Omonda for Chandrila was currently under arrest for 'crimes against the Empire', which Vierna knew not to be true. The woman had been tortured into admitting a false statement and was scheduled to be executed at the Emperors New Year Festivity. Tura Raftican and Vierna had previously broadcast this on Coruscant news, hoping the Alliance would come to the Senators rescue.
Well thought Vierna, her regal tone inciting her feelings I shall have to get as much information in relation to the Senator as I can, if i am to aid her.
The woman sat up from her bed, looking in the mirror to see her raven black hair all tangled at the back of her head.
'After I sort out this nest' she said aloud, her voice causing the lights to come on in her apartment.

The woman later travelled through Coruscant public transport until she arrived at the destination she had set out for in order to aid the Senator, although the Senate had been dissolved. Vierna travelled to the lower levels of Coruscant where an informant for the Rebellion owned a Night Club. The woman's name was Clairel Amidala, yet Vierna knew her to be Pooja Naberrie the Senator for Naboo prior to the collapse of the Senate. Entering the Night Club Vierna looked out into the Night Club and saw her informant sat overlooking documents, among other things.

[Darth Kitana]

bump

[Darth Kitana]

OOC: I'm just gonna throw in a new plot line
Pooja Naberrie looked up from the data pads and holo disks infront of her to welcome Vierna to her Night Club. The woman looked very much the station of a Senator, her formal disposition and confident demeanour permeating her and her surroundings. The Night Club was the same as most on Coruscant, biright illuminous lights on most walls, couches and repulsor lift stages scattered around, complete with many bars catering drinks from over the galaxy.
'Welcome to my, ahem, home' Pooja said, taking Viernas hands in her own and kissing the woman lightly on the cheek. Vierna looked at the ex-Senator. She looked very much like the previous female Senator of Naboo, Padme, which was not surprising at all seeing as the woman was her aunt. Yet Pooja seemed much more angry, with a slight rebellious edge.
'Pooja, or should I say Clairel, how nice to see you again' Vierna said, taking a seat at Pooja's instance.
'Indeed' the woman replied, pushing her long brown hair behind her. 'I beleive Canna Omonda to be executed at the Emperors festivities. It's disgusting, in the Old Republic such debase acts would have never taken place!'
'Different times Clairel' Vierna stated, something she seemed to be replying to most things these days.
'I take it you need information regarding the whereabouts of Canna's imprisonment?' Pooja asked Vierna.

[Cassus Fett]

OOC: Need to know where i can put my character in the story line.

[chewbaca]

ooc: you can run your character in with mine to start off with.

[Darth Kitana]

OOC: Cassus you can join with my plot line should you wish. About to give info to rebels regarding Cannon Omanda's imprisonment and her attempted rescue on Coruscant in the Imperial Star Destroyer Lusankya where Ysanne Isard the imperial leader is currently holding her.

[Cassus Fett]

OOC: Ok, my characters a bounty hunter though will he fit in?

[Cassus Fett]

Standing near Pooja was a figure dressed in a black Mandalorian Neo-Crusader Armour, he was listening into the conversation. From what he had gathered so far, his assistance might be taken well, for some fee of course.

His right hand was just touching one of his two Westar-34 pistols that were attached to the upper part of both his legs. He scanned the room through his visor, which had allowed him to focus entirely on the conversation going on next to him as the built in sensors usually used in battle were monitoring everthing else.

"I'd take it you'd need some man power behind that little operation you might be planning?" He said interupting the women, "I'll help out for a fee of course"

[Darth Kitana]

Pooja seemed not to be unnerved from the sudden presence of a bounty hunter in Mandalorian Neo-Crusader armour. The woman stood from her desk and turned to Vierna.
'This is Carth Ravtik' Pooja began 'He is a bounty hunter and usually works with the Hutts Cartel. Carth, this is Vierna Hunzrin, cousin to Queen Breha Organa before her demise on Alderaan'. Vierna looked to the floor as a wave of grief passed through her. Most of her family had been killed on Alderaan, with only two brothers and a sister as well as some cousins surviving due to their presence elsewhere. Pooja continued 'However, although working for the Hutts, he has been on board the Lusankya before and will be able to show you specifically where Canna Omonda is imprisoned.'
Vierna looked to Pooja, then back at Carth. 'She is on board the Lusankya? How do you imagine us to get on board? I am only a spy, and the Lusankya isn't just your average Imperial ship.'
'Vierna, you don't really have any other options. The Rebel Alliance at this moment in time is concerned with the Emperor and the plans he now has in light of the destruction of the Death Star. You must aid Canna Omonda, the woman will be executed otherwise and the Imperials shall yet again take another innocent life'. A light of pure anger fused in Pooja's eyes then. Vierna felt her grief, pain and sorrow as if she herself was feeling it. Pooja's mother and father had died at the hands of the Empire. Sola Naberrie her mother had taken her own life valiently to save others from the Empire, blowing up an enormous regiment of Stormtroopers with her. Her father had been executed by the Emperor, and it was this that fuelled the womans hatred for the Empire and her willing ability to help.

'Carth' Pooja began 'I will pay any price you ask to aid the Rebel Alliance and Vierna here in rescuing Canna Omonda from her fate with the Empire'. Vierna knew Pooja to be a Rebel sympathiser but to outright pay mercenaries to aid them was shocking to even the Rebel spy.

[Darth Kitana]

OOC: Chewbaca where is