The Dark Times - The Game

[Marko Ragnos]

It is now one year since the end of the Clone Wars, and the Galaxy is still trying to recuperate. With Dooku and his Confederacy of Independent Systems crushed by the Grand Army of the Republic and its commanders, the Jedi Order, everyone thought the chaos would end. It didn't.
According to the reports of thousands of clones, and even the Supreme Chancellor himself, the Jedi Order --protectors of peace and democracy for thousands of years-- was trying to place the mantle of galactic rulers upon themselves, starting with an assassination attempt on the Chancellor's life. Fortunately though, Palpatine survived, but he was forced to do something terrible... he had to eliminate every single Jedi in the entire Galaxy.
But the end of the war didn't just bring bad news. It also brought us the first Galactic Empire, created by Supreme Chancellor --now Emperor-- Palpatine to establish a just and safe society. In the words of our glorious Emperor himself it is a government of laws, not of politicans.
But, as mentioned earlier, that was a year ago. With most of the Jedi Order wiped out and the survivors living as fugitives doing their uttermost to stay hidden from the Empire and its dark followers, the Galaxy could finally let their breath out and begin to re-build the worlds ravaged by war. Or so everyone thought, just until recently. Just a few weeks ago, reports began popping up from all over the Galaxy concerning various groups of Separatist Remnants attacking Imperial outposts and convoys. Unbeliveable as it may sound, it actually seems like some people wants to hurt our glorious Empire. Now who would like to do that?

Quite many, I'm sure, answered Ergeron Onasi in his mind as he listened to the Imperial HoloNet report broadcasting from a viewscreen on the wall behind the bar of the cantina. His eyes though, were focused on the bottom of his glass as he drained it of some kind of sweet non-alcoholic beverage. Putting the empty glass down on his table, the tall Epicanthix stood and headed for the exit. As he was about to walk out the door, he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey," it said. "Fancy paying your drink there, boy?"
Turning to face the source of the voice --the Iridonian bartender behind the bar-- waved his hand and mumbled "I don't have to pay for my drink."
His eyes seemingly entering a distant world, the Zabrak repeated Erge's statement.
Damn, though the Epicanthix. It's good to be a Jedi sometimes.

[Morridini]

Wrol don't really get the chance to relax these days, this is why he makes sure to enjoy every bite of his food as much as possible. After his meal is done he leans back in his chair and looks at the other people in the cantina, and also keeps a vary eye out for any danger. Then all of a sudden he noticed something. Did I just see a Jedi mind-trick? Leaving his payment at the table Wrol rises and starts to move after the human No, he doesn't smell right, some kind of near-human I think. He took one last look around the room before leaving the cantina.

[Marko Ragnos]

Walking the scum-filled streets of Oed Mantell, Onasi had to keep his eyes open for clone troopers --or stormtroopers as they were now called-- patrolling the capital city of Worlport. No place was safe anymore, especially not for Erge. For he was a Jedi outlaw.

The last year had been hard on him. Constantly travelling from system to system to avoid detection by the Empire and their Jedi hunters led by a fearsome Grievous-like character called Darth Vader. And then it was the bounty hunters. Four times in a year now, Ergeron has been tracked down by bounty hunters trying to collect the considerable bounty placed on the heads of all Jedi. Another reason for the ex-military commander to stay on his toes.

Passing a pair of misfit droids, Onasi paid a glance over his shoulder. In the crowd behind him he could see the head of a Whiphid raised above the crowd like a hideous hot air balloon. The Whiphid's eyes were focused on him. Erge could feel the sense of urgency rising within him. Whiphids were known to be great bounty hunters. Onasi didn't want to stick around and see if this one was. Picking his pace up, the Jedi headed for the docking bays, and the safe sanctuary of his ship...

[Morridini]

Damn, he's spotted me! If he is a Jedi I must talk to him. Wrol thought as he saw the Jedi increasing his speed. Looking at the direction of the possible Jedi, Wrol realized that he was heading for the Spaceport. Lucky for me I know a short cut. Wrol cut into an alley a brisk pace, heading for the Spaceport.

[Kommandant Felix]

Tatooine: Cantina

"Cheers," Gryph Kier called out to his employer while raising his glass of Corellian ale. She was a human woman named Kira, a fairly young woman (about late 20's) with long blonde hair and glaring blue eyes. He knew very little of her, but he had recently shipped some very expensive and very secretive "hardware" for her and some little band of insignificant rebels that appeared to hate the new galactic order. It was unusual to see her, a vision of such magnificent beauty, in a seedy cantina. But it appeared as if she wasn't alone, as two Weequay guard flanking each side of her.

As for Gryph, he was just relieved that he could pay off some of his old debts, with perhaps enough money left over to smooth over the new Imperial Garrison Commander, who it turns out was human after all.

At least he isn't one of those blasted clones, he thought. Like machines, they are...and impossible to bribe.

He smiled and sipped his drink, staring contently into space. Returning after a moment of thought, he turned to the woman seating in front of him and addressed her directly.

"So, when do I get paid?," he asked idly. His eyes narrowed as he saw the smile drop off her place and replace itself with a cold expression.

"You've done good work, that is true," she replied slowly. "But I'm afraid we're a tad bit broke. As a result, you're payment has been...delayed. Just know that you have our good graces."

"Good graces my @%#. I broke through three Imperial entanglements for you. THREE! Just to deliver some piece of crap equipment for your pathetic group of rebels. There's no way I'm taking an IOU from the likes of you!"

He raised his voice, and he could see several patrons of the cantina turning to stare at him. She looked panicked for a second after observing the same thing, before subtlety changing her position.

"Shut up," she hissed, "Or we're all done for."

"Listen lady-" Gryph continued, starting to rise from his chair. Suddenly, however, the words died from his mouth as she started to smile in a very pretty way.

"Either you shut up or... well, it won't be pretty," she whispered so only he could hear.

Taken aback, Gryph pondered what the heck she was talking about. Suddenly feeling a slight pressure near his midsection, however, he looked down. Much to his surprise, a blaster pistol was pressed against his crotch, from under the table. She smiled innocently at the sight of his bewildered countenance.

"Crap," he muttered. "Now what?"