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  1. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Tatooine

    Mos Eisley Cantina...

    The Mos Eisley Cantina was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, but ever so often a pretty face would walk on in. The woman brushed dark hair over an olive-skinned ear as she walked past the cantina's scanners, nodded at Wuher behind the bar as he gave a young man a glass of water. Little did that poor young man know that on a desert planet, that simple glass of water would cost him more than any spirit.

    An alert older man - he looked to be only a few years older than she was, at middle age - was looking about. He was battle-scarred and worn, very...rugged. No moisture farmer. He looked like an offworlder, and the woman approached, grinning slyly. "Help you find something, mister?" She rested a hand on his chest. Armor beneath.

    TAG: Sawn

    Kashyyyk


    Landing platform...

    That was not a Wookiee ship. It was Corellian. A YT-1300 freighter, by the looks of it. The Trandoshan mercenary growled his approval. It would make a fine trophy.

    For, frankly, they weren't just here to slave. As his ship skimmed through the wroshyrs, searchlights waving to and fro, he was looking for absolutely any salvage. Unfortunately, the owners seemed to be there by the ship. Unfortunately for the owners, that was - the crew of Trandoshans would have the ship, without a doubt, and it appeared that one of the pilots was a Wookiee with an absolutely beautiful coat. Trophies and more trophies. The Trandoshan pilot muttered a prayer of offering to the Scorekeeper to let him know that soon he would receive bounty. Two warning shots from the turbolaser cannon, and the Trandoshan ship began to put down. All twenty crew members readied themselves to disembark, take the ship, and then take the village.

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  3. Sawn_Kassal Jedi Knight

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    Calo Fett
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Cantina


    the woman approached, grinning slyly. "Help you find something, mister?" She rested a hand on his chest. Armor beneath.

    The Old Mandalorian was stopped in his tracks as the woman placed a hand on his chest, flashing back to a time long ago briefly, Calo was quick to grab her by the wrist and throw her hand aside, glaring at her as he did so. ?You can find someone else to rub on? Only his deceased spouse had touched him in that way and he should be damned if another woman would. He didn?t take kindly to flirting.

    Instinct told him this wasn?t just some bar flirt, she was connected to someone, somehow. He was a fresh face, which made he and his partner targets. Now whether this woman was connected to the Noghri or not, he didn?t know. He doubted it considering Noghri probably didn?t trust humans at this point.

    ?Since you asked, I?m looking for someone who might know how to get in contact with the Noghri. Been having some trouble with sandpeople, need to find out what I have to do to get them off my back?

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  4. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Tatooine

    Mos Eisley Cantina...

    "You can find someone else to rub on," the gruff man, said, betraying his warrior's way as he grabbed her wrist and flung her hand. But he seemed to respect a similar bent in her, and spoke more fittingly. "Since you asked," he went on, "I'm looking for someone who might know how to get in contact with the Noghri." Ah, the woman thought, so that was his game. "Been having some trouble with sandpeople, need to find out what I have to do to get them off my back."

    The woman grinned. "Trouble with sandpeople?" She raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "How'd you manage to bother them so quickly? I mean...having only been here under these two suns for a few hours." She gestured towards one of the cantina's alcoves. "Let's have a seat and chat, eh?" She unzipped her jacket, revealing the tight suit beneath, and walked ahead of him, switching her hips.

    TAG: Sawn

    Naboo


    The factory...

    The factory loomed out of the swamp on complete lockdown. Techs ran out onto the campus to be met by two strangely clad emmisaries: two dark Jedi, servants of Emperor Palpatine, stepping out of the mist. The terror and confusion of the Imperials filled the air as the black helmeted engineers scrambled. Some were stuck inside. Naboo birds flew high into the air and small animals scattered as the klaxxons blared.

    One of the men was garbed in red and the other, black, and one of the head techs approached them, rightly assuming they were being sent to investigate. "Smell of smoke and burnt flesh. We're trying to lock down the problem. We have to locate it, first. Should be all sorted out soon and then we'll be back to optimal functionality. We're fine, here. How are you?"

    TAG: Mitth, Kev-Mas
  5. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

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    IC: Han Solo
    Landing Platforms, Kashyyyk

    Even with the welding goggles pressed firmly to his face, the glare from the laser blast nearly blinded him and caused the welding torch in his hand to slip. A string of curses emanated from his mouth at the botched weld and he was in the process of slamming the equipment down onto the hull when the second laser blast sliced through the air and bounced off of the permacrete around the landing struts. This time, Han didn't hesitate. Pushing the goggles up onto the top of his head, he caught a brief glimpse of an old freighter pushing down through the trees before it disappeared below the canopy. Han pressed his lips together grimly at the realization. There was no doubt they were responsible for the attack and there was no doubt they meant business.

    "Chewie! We got company!" Han shouted as he crouched down and rolled towards the edge of the hull, already reaching for the blaster strapped to the side of his work coveralls. Trandoshan slavers had been an ongoing threat since setting up shop on Kashyyyk. So far, they had been able to ward off any attack, but over the past couple of weeks, things have been getting worse. The attacks were coming more frequently and they weren't just targeting Wookiees any more - they were taking a liking to more civilian targets and Han had a feeling that was what was on their list for today. "And if they're after what I think they're after, we gotta move quick," he added as an afterthought.

    Chewie poked his head out of the crawl space he had been working in and uttered a questioning growl in Han's direction, which was quickly met with a reprimand.

    "No! Don't worry about that now - there's not time for that!" he growled, now starting to see shapes move about in the jungle before them. "Just get in there and get her ready. We may have to make a quick exit and when we do, I don't want to be sitting out here spewing smoke!"

    The Wook let loose another series of grunts, this time not sounding very optimistic.

    "GO! I'll hold 'em off down here and buy you some time!"

    Still not entirely convinced, Chewie lumbered up the landing ramp and did what he was told. Only when he was certain that Chewie wouldn't continue to protest, did Han make his way to the bottom of the landing ramp and take up position behind one of the support struts. Hopefully Chewie would do the smart thing and get the belly gun online...

    That's when the firefight started.

    TAG: Matt, Xani
  6. Sarge221 Force Ghost

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    Zaydin Demasca
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley Cantina


    Zaydin's brows had risen slightly at the price given to him when it came to a simple glass of water. That had to be just as much as any of the imported brandies that they sold here. The Mandalorian's brows soon settled, however, and with a nod of his head he handed over the credits to the tender so that he could secure his drink, having been supplied with money along with ships and weapons by his Mandalore. Again the slightly raised brow when Zaydin saw how...cloudy...the water looked within the glass and he took a tentative sip.

    They use evaporators, he remembered as soon as his tongue detected the metallic taste. Strangely, the question of how the denizens of a desert planet gathered water had been as curious to him as the Noghri and their Tusken allies and Zaydin had sought information as to how hydration could be sought on Tatooine.

    Moisture evaporators and moisture farmers. When he had first read of actual farmers whose greatest harvest involved water, the Mandalorian had thought it as a tad ridiculous. The price of staying hydrated he supposed. What was that one lesson he had been taught? Two percent water loss for mild dehydration, fifteen percent for death? Something like that.

    Ignoring the taste of metal, Zaydin took another sip before turning around in his seat, letting his back rest against the bar as he made the appearance of taking a long, slow look around the interior of the bar. He found Calo in only a few short moments, and Zaydin froze in mid-sip upon seeing the older Mandalorian before approached by a similarly older woman. His glass at his lips, Zaydin held it there as Calo spoke some words with the stranger...and then moved on with the woman peeling away some of her clothing and making suggestive movements.

    Zaydin raised his glass then to take a sip, mostly to momentarily have the container obscure his sight from the scene. Women were something that Zaydin wasn't unfamiliar with but for some reason he needed a small distraction from the sight. There was a twinge of discomfort and the Mandalorian hoped that the metallic water would help erase the feeling.

    Despite his reaction, however, he told himself that Calo would not be so distracted from their current mission with hints of fulfillment of such a base need so, when he lowered his glass, Zaydin nonetheless kept watch over other Mandalorian.

    TAG: Matt, Sawn
  7. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Kashyyyk

    Landing platform...

    As the ship was suffused with the energy of impending kill, the de facto commander of this expedition found himself clawing his way to the bridge, past his slavering men. He needed to have a chat with the pilot. The Empire had long trusted the commander to do his job - in fact, it had been his clan that had first led the Empire to the incredible resource that was the Wookiees - and Bossk wasn't about to let his men's excitement and unprofessional behavior sour their relationship with the men in charge. Finally, Bossk snarled at Grakkk, the pilot, and Flupp, his co-pilot.

    <<What the kriff,>> the bounty hunter asked, <<is going on?>>

    <<Booty!>> Grakkk hissed.

    <<Corellian ship,>> Flupp added, <<Shiny. Heavily modified.>>

    Bossk growled and squinted through the front viewport. Sure enough, a YT-1300 sat on a landing platform, the pilot scrambling. Frankly, the ship didn't seem to be in working condition, but Corellian ships were reliable - Bossk's own ship, the Hound's Tooth, was Corellian - and, worst comes to worse, it would make good salvage. <<Fine,>> Bossk relented, <<but don't waste too much...>>

    And then he realized what he was looking at. YT-1300's were common vessels but this...this wasn't just any tramp freighter. Bossk's eyes nearly popped out of his scaly face, and he unhinged his serpentine jaw with the force of his surprise, forked tongue tasting the air in vain. <<FOOLS!>> He yelled, <<That's the Millennium Falcon!>>

    The pilot and co-pilot whooped and snarled before Grakkk sobered up as he brought the ship down. <<Should we contact the Imperials?>>

    The pause was long, but in the end Bossk bore his teeth and shook his head. <<No. Chewbacca's pelt is mine.>>

    * * * *
    First order of business, the Wookiee thought, was getting the belly gun online. In the cockpit, the controls needed some forceful coaxing - Chewie banged the panel with a fist - but the gun responded and lowered. The engines, on the other hand, coughed and whined. Chewbacca grimaced. Typical. He roared the update to Han, but the sounds of a discharging blaster meant he probably wasn't listening.
    * * * *
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    After laying down enough fire to make a safe landing, the mercenaries spilled forth from the freighter's berth, approaching guns blazing. Rumor had it this wasn't just any Corellian ship - this was the Corellian ship. No mistakes. A human male stood on the landing ramp firing back and taking cover, but he hadn't hit anyone yet, merely delayed the advance. It wasn't until the ship's belly gun started chugging away that the Trandoshans truly began to worry. Those that could climbed trees. The rest hunkered down.

    TAG: Solo
  8. Kahn_Iceay Force Ghost

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    Muri Mikaru
    Solace
    Mandalore


    The Human Stain

    The descent to the surface of Mandalore was uneventful. No communiques, no fighter flybys, nothing. Why should there be? Mandalore had nothing. It was dust, and wind, and metal, what was there to do? Where could any single shuttle go on the scared world that they could not see? Mandalore, once proud and stubborn, was now nothing more than a giant ball stained by a humanocentric Empire.

    Muri felt the anger swell inside him as he let his mind wander into such thoughts, and he pushed them down, redirected his mind to more current pursuits. There was a job to do, one that would require his mind clear. Taking in a deep breath he left the cockpit as Sheero started a 180 degree turn on the repulsors to bring the shuttle into the hangar backwards, both to make loading cargo easy, and to easily haul it out if things went sour.

    Waving to the team of Echani plus Golla who were unhooking their harnesses to follow him Muri moved down the center of the ship. Passing the refresher and weapons locker, and passing through what had once been part of the cargo area and had been turned into a room for Muri just after the battle in 6BBY when he had no quarters on the first Lining they entered the cargo bay.

    The segmented door screeched and slowly started to slide up onto the ceiling as the ramp descended down to the deck of the hangar revealing the Security team that had already been dispatched to 'greet' the shuttle. Taking effort to not look at the stormtroopers Muri produced a datapad with a copy of the transport contract on it and handed it to the Officer standing in the center of the group.

    "Morganus Emori," he started using a false name and records, "Captain of the Ivory Aspect, supposed to be picking up a load of minerals and cargo for shipment." He gestured to the empty cargo hover pods awaiting crates and cargo, trying to resist the urge to repeat, and memories of, the events of three years ago when he addressed another Imperial Security Officer and team above Kuat.



    Tag: Matt
  9. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

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    IC: Han Solo
    Landing Platforms, Kashyyyk

    As blaster bolts started to fly, ricocheting off of equipment and the natural scenery that surrounded them, Han was barely aware of the crackling that was emitting from his comlink. Every so often, an angry feral growl could be heard over the speaker - most likely Chewie trying to update him on the pre-flight status...or lack of - but there simply wasn't time for him to stop and check. That was a good way to end up with a blaster hole through your chest.

    In fact, even that brief distraction had nearly cost him everything. One lucky shot had needled its way under the cowling of the Falcon and impacted with the hull directly to Han's right. The resulting explosion spewed sparks and flak in every direction, pelting Han with the hot residue and driving him to his knees with a yelp. Burn marks now littered his exposed flesh and work coveralls as he winced and gave himself a once over to ensure that he was alright before repositioning himself. A close call, but he would be fine - nothing a little bacta salve wouldn't fix later.

    Lifting his blaster, he returned to the fight, squeezing off several shots into the onrushing lizard horde just as a thundering streak of repetitive fire joined the fray from behind him. The mechanical whirring that accompanied it confirmed what Han initially thought as soon as the first bolt appeared - Chewie had managed to get the ground buzzer operational.

    With a smug grin, Han watched with renewed confidence as the horde did an about-face and started to retreat to the trees to escape the deadly fire. For those that remained plastered to the permacrete, he decided to give them a parting gift of his own. As he started to backpedal up the landing ramp, he littered the ground with quick, continuous fire. When smoke and debris started to obscure his view of the attackers, he disappeared into the interior of the Falcon and smacked the release for the hatch.

    He started towards the cockpit at a light jog, but something continued to nag at him - something about this whole thing didn't seem right. Running wasn't exactly what he had in mind when the attack began, but if they had a ship of their own, they would fare a better chance in the air than they would on the ground. Trandoshan muscle wasn't something he wanted to mess with and he would rather lure them into an old-fashioned chase, where he knew his piloting skills would bring him out on top.

    And then it hit him - the ship. When the Trandoshan freighter had descended below the trees, there was something about it that had seemed awfully familiar. Han had seen that ship before...up close and personal. It was the Corellian made Hound's Tooth, belonging to none other than the notorious Bossk.

    "We're in trouble, pal," he announced to his co-pilot as he pushed his way into the cockpit. "See those brutes out there?" He pointed out the viewport, not even bothering to sit down just yet. "That's Bossk and his men. I recognized the ship when it went down earlier."

    He allowed that revelation to sink in as he finally assumed his position at the controls. "What's our status?" he asked after a moment, his eyes frantically scanning the console readings. "I hope you managed to get all of those systems back online or this is gonna get real interesting."

    TAG: Matt, Xani
  10. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Mandalore

    The Surface...

    Bored, the Imperial officer pretended to skim the credentials. Everything seemed in order. Mandalore was a boring assignment in a subpar part of the Empire, far from the action seen on so many other worlds...all he saw now was ragged ship captains - some human, some disgusting aliens (he must remember that under the new Emperor, aliens were not as reviled...) - all just looking to turn a profit hauling. Better they do the dirty work when so many Imperial crewmen had more important things to do...but not him. Oh no, not him. Just Mandalore and credential checks for him.

    "You'll find the cargo through the loading bay doors and down the corridor. It's rigged to repulsor sleds and marked for your ship to your specifications. Mess halls and 'freshers past the loading bays." With that, he waved the Echani through.

    TAG: Kahn

    Kashyyyk


    Landing platform...

    Bossk watched as the boarding ramp closed shut like a reptile's mouth, quieting Solo's gun but not diminishing the threat of the ground buzzer. No matter, Bossk thought as he shouldered his concussion rifle. Beyond the Falcon, from below its perch in the wroshyrs, the Hounds Tooth hummed back into view, canon trained and its cargo of soldiers already dispatched. The Falcon sat pinned between burly Trandoshan mercenaries and a fully capable Corellian vessel, one that could fly, which was more than could be said for Solo's ship.

    Running a forked tongue over his teeth, Bossk snarled the command to advance, and his men picked their way through the greenery, avoiding repeating blaster fire as the Falcon smoked and its boosters flashed impotently.

    TAG: Solo
  11. Kahn_Iceay Force Ghost

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    Muri Mikaru
    Mandalore

    Cargo Relay Station


    The officer looked bored out of his mind, almost like he'd spent his entire assignment here trying to yawn himself to death, and that was potentially a good thing. Bored personnel became sloppy, tired minds were easily distracted and prone to mistake. So Muri nodded and listened like a good little freight captain as the officer went about the location of the cargo and the services the base had to offer.

    Taking the datapad back Muri gave the man his best faux smile. "I appreciate the offer, we all could certainly use a cup of caffa that isn't from instant, but with the tight schedule we've got to run to get this cargo of yours to its destination I don't think we'll have time. Next time we're out here maybe." With that he gave the officer a kind nod and waved for his the crew that had come with to follow him.

    As one might have expected the base was pretty darn empty. All the mining was pretty much automated, it'd take far to many laborers, or since its the Empire, Slaves, too work the mines to get any productivity from the Beskar. So what was on the planet and living was security, maintenance, and command officers. They passed a few stormtroopers as they walked, giving them kind nods despite the disgust such an act brought up.

    Finally, after not even five minutes they arrived at the loading bay, and as promised there was the cargo, all wrapped up and sitting on the sleds. "Alright, lets double check the cargo make sure everything's secure then lets get all of this back to the ship. Can't goof around for long, we gotta time schedule to keep after all."



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  12. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Mandalore

    Space...

    Space swirled, and the fleet emerged from hyperspace.

    The mission was clear: the Imperials and those that aided them in the continued rape of Mandalore were the enemy, and they must be destroyed, removed forever from the system so that the precious beskar of the mando'ade wasn't shipped away to clothe dar'jetii. As such, not much care was taken on the reversion - ships that were in the way were destroyed, Imperial and tramp freighters alike. The pittance of a Star Destroyer cover given to Mandalore scrambled. Reinforcements would be forthcoming, but hopefully the Mandalorians would be finished with their mission by then, would have a foothold on their former world.

    The first act of the Imperials was predictable: all communication between any but essential Imperial ships was immediately jammed, including those of civilian ships, until the situation was better understood. Stranded, shuttle pilots and freighter captains could do nothing but dodge turbolaser blasts and take cover. But in space, the Mandalorians pummeled away at their enemies, all looking towards Mand'alor and his son for guidance.

    TAG: Kahn, Sarge
  13. Kahn_Iceay Force Ghost

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    Muri Mikaru
    Mandalore

    Desperate times...


    Things were going well for once. Golla and the team had been checking and securing the cargo getting everything ready for transport and Muri had been over looking their progress. For the first time in a good long while it seemed like everything was gonna go according to plan. And as if on cue, the cargo facilities lights went read and the annoying wail that is an Imperial Alarm Klaxon started to ring in his ears.

    Instinct was of course to go for his gun, but that was cut off when static blared in his ear. "Captain!" It was Sheero, and he certainly didn't sound happy. "We got trouble. Topside detected a massive Mandalorian fleet exiting hyperspace. I guess it hit the fan hard cause the Imps have jammed everything, I can't raise anybody topside."

    "Kriffsticks!" Muri cursed as the team looked at him, "Alright we'll be there as soon as we can, warm the shuttle for lift off. Everybody grab a cargo sled and head to the shuttle we need to make sure this still gets where its going." No use in letting up the facade of working for the Empire if it was still working. Lets hope everybody topside remembers the escape plan for situations like this..."

    Orbit

    Space around Mandalore roared with battle as Imperial and Civilian forces engaged the Mandalorian forces that had appeared. But the Silver Lining II was a bit of an exception. The Mandalorians did nothing to separate her from the group she was as much a target as the others, but she didn't fire back. No her weapons were offline, instead every ounce of power was being fed to the engines and shields as both systems roared to life.

    But unlike the others preforming similar actions she did not flee, did not break for open space. Instead the bulk cruiser dove down into the atmosphere of the ruined Mandalore. Her outer most layer of shields flared angrily as they were buffeted with heat and friction. The plan was, in this case, to put atmosphere between them and their attackers, to move at full atmospheric speed and avoid assault, and when the time came, pick up the shuttle and haul it till they saw streaks.


    Tag: Sarge, Matt
  14. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

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    IC: Han Solo
    Millennium Falcon, Kashyyyk

    The freighter lurched with protest, emitting a sickening whine as Chewie struggled to get the engines online. To make matters worse, the repulsors decided they didn't want to cooperate either and ended up spewing a thick cloud of smoke when Han attempted to switch them over. To say this was turning into a very bad idea was an understatement.

    "I think it might've been a mistake to replace those components today," Han muttered under his breath as he continued to fight with the system, trying everything he could in a last ditch effort to get them to fire. Outside the viewport, the angry horde was drawing closer and it was only a matter of time before they reached their position. Chewie was quite aware of this and was taking his frustration out by slamming his fists into the console.

    "I know! I see 'em!" Han snapped back, furrowing his brow as he struggled to keep his own concentration. "Just keep on the guns, we're bound to get lucky and hit one sooner or later..."

    Chewie woofed quietly in response as he turned back to the controls and Han had to admit, the Wook was right with his sentiment. Things were looking very bleak and what options they had left to aide them in an escape were fading fast. With half of the systems offline or not responding to any commands, they only had one real chance left.

    "Actually, take over for a sec, I got an idea," he announced as he quickly rose from his chair. He didn't even bother to look over as the Wookiee started to question him with some concern. If the past was any indication, Chewie had every reason to be concerned, but Han was confident this would work. "I'm heading back to the engineering bay...see if I can give the drive units a little kick start."

    Without waiting for a response, Han slipped out of the cockpit and sprinted down the access corridor toward the engine room.

    TAG: Matt, Xani
  15. Sarge221 Force Ghost

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    IC: Sel Nephrite
    Mandalore Space


    They all came out from hyperspace. Keldabe-class battleships, Crusader-class Corvettes, Aggressor-class Star Destroyers, Dreadnaught-class heavy cruisers. Everything that the Empire had once thought they owned, what they thought they could steal and use, now barreled towards them as Dunelizard fighters, Basilisk War Droids, Krayt gunships, Kimogila heavy fighters, StarVipers, and Pursuer-class enforcement ships blasted out of the hangars of the warships and sped towards Mandalore and it's Imperial defenders.

    We've come to take everything back.

    One battleship known as the Relentless was at the lead of the gathered fleet. Upon the bridge, the Mand'alor that had taken on the same name as his flagship stomped forward to peer out of the viewport that offered him a front row seat at what had to be their return to glory. For surely this was a sight that the Old Republic had dreaded seeing upon the opening of the Mandalorian Wars, when Mandalore the Ultimate and his warriors broke out of the Outer Rim and invaded Republic space. Well, now the Empire would see that they were not immune to such fear that this sight would cause.

    "Full power to the mass driver," Sel spoke, not even glancing back to look at his bridge crew. His gaze was focused solely on the Imperial Star Destroyer that was in orbit. It was going to be the first to fall, crushed under the amount of firepower that the Mandalorians had gathered over the years. And upon seeing such a symbol of Imperial might being swept away with ease, the rest of the Imperial defenders would crumble.

    The Relentless, joined by it's two sister ships the Gladiator and the Verd - each battleship able to compete against a Star Destroyer - drifted towards the Imperial capital ship. As they approached, Sel listened to the reports coming in, of the growing energy and power that was being drawn from the reactors and used to power the mass drivers of each of the three ships. Twenty percent...fifty percent...ninety. Upon one hundred percent, Sel gave the word to fire.

    The floor shook beneath the Mand'alor's feet as his flagship fired it's mass driver followed by the other two battleships. Soon, what looked like three tails of orange light blazed towards the Destroyer; each one, in reality, a large, solid slug weighing several tons. Such projectile weapons, while not uncommon, were rare to find on capital ships and Sel was pretty sure that the Imperial crew would have no idea as to how to react to the threat, especially the damage it would cause. The slugs would pass through the shields of the Destroyer, allowing them to strike with the full, kinetic force that propelled them. If the Destroyer even managed to survive such a salvo, it would probably be too crippled to fight back when the Mandalorian ships closed in to finish it off.

    That would hardly be the end of things, however.

    "I want starfighters not currently engaged with the Imperials to focus on any transport they see," continued Sel. "Disable the ships if you can with ion cannons but I do not want to see one ship jump into hyperspace. What they carry belongs to us and I will no longer watch as the Empire steals from us."

    It was not just Mandalorian vessels that moved to obey Sel's commands. Amongst the Keldabes and the Crusaders were a pair of Nebulon-B Frigates, escorted by Corellian Corvettes and Gunships that blazed a trail in front of a Mon Calamari Cruiser. It was not just the Mandalorians that had retreated to the Unknown Regions. Any rebel forces that had managed to survive the ravaging by the Imperial counter attack that had been initiated by Emperor Skywalker and learned of the rallying Mandalorians had joined in the exile for safety and a chance to fight another day. There were even captured Imperial Star Destroyers that were part of the fleet. X-Wings, B-Wings, and A-Wings - fighters that had also been developed and used by the Rebellion - were mixed in wit
  16. Sawn_Kassal Jedi Knight

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    Calo Fett
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Cantina


    No doubt she knew now was beneath his disguise, it was possible he was walking into a trap. She also knew that he wasn?t a local, which meant she was, or had been a residence for sometime. However, if she had any connection to the Noghri and Tuskens, she would probably give him up to them as a prisoner. That being of course if she could subdue him long enough...

    For now, he decided to play along, fighting back the urge to tell her to stop trying to seduce him because it was failing miserably, though he wasn?t as old as he appeared, he nevertheless had learned in his years that women were deceptive creatures and most of them were not to be trusted.

    While her back was turned, Calo made it a point to look back at his partner and give him a look at clearly signaled ?Be on your guard.? Turning back towards the mysterious and attractive woman, he followed her into the alcove, mindful of her, the bar patrons, and his surroundings.

    TAG: Matt, Sarge
  17. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Tatooine

    The Mos Eisley Cantina...

    Allowing herself to slide into the couch in the cantina's alcove, she motioned for the warrior to sit. When he did, she crossed her legs and reclined, adopting a smirk in the further reduced light. Somewhere in the background the Max Rebo Band played - rescued from their service in the Hutt palace, they now played gigs around the desert world.

    "So tell me, offworlder," the woman said, "why are you really here? I take it you still want to talk to the Noghri..."

    * * * *
    "You don't look like you're from around here, friend," said the young man as he sidled up to the bar. The harsh light of the bar glinted off his dark skin, revealing the yellow stripe painted across his face. "Buy you a drink? We don't get many visitors. Tell me what's going on offworld?" The young man wore a spacer's jacket and a low-slung holster and, on his face, a friendly grin.

    TAG: Sawn, Sarge
  18. Sarge221 Force Ghost

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    star 5
    IC: Zaydin Demasca
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley Cantina


    It was no sooner that Zaydin caught Calo's look to be on their guard then the Mandalorian caught movement at his side and the voice that spoke up. Turning his head slightly, Zaydin saw a dark-skinned youth dropping down on a seat next to him.

    "I have a drink," the Mandalorian replied and, suiting words with actions, took another sip from the metallic-tasting water in an effort to show his sincerity and give him a few more seconds to think of what to speak. Calo had said that their cover story was that of farmers and, despite how this man recognized him as an offworlder, Zaydin knew that he could still work with it.

    "The usual," he continued once he gulped down his latest sip. "Empires fighting everywhere. Figured that the best place to go to is the one that an Empire isn't at. Maybe make a life as a farmer." He shrugged.

    He noticed the yellow line that was across the newcomer's face. Zaydin's brows knitted in thought, having remembered in his studies that there was a race that did something like that ritually but he couldn't remember the name at the moment.

    TAG: Matt, Sawn
  19. Sawn_Kassal Jedi Knight

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    Calo Fett
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Cantina


    Taking the seat offered to him, Calo situated himself with one hand resting on his leg, the other resting on the table, aimed toward the inquisitive woman, fingers taping against the table?s surface, reclining as he did so. If he sat up straight he might give away more information than she needed to know, like his military background. Obviously he didn?t look like most of these farmers.

    ?I told you why I?m here, I seek protection from the sandpeople. I grew up on Dantooine fighting off Kath hounds and Kinrath my whole life, but they don?t walk like men, they can?t formulate a plan of attack, they can?t fire a blaster or use blades or a staff. Tuskens can, which is why I need the Noghri?s assistance. Came here to avoid the Empire?s occupation of my homeworld,? Calo leaned in close to the woman ?anymore questions? Perhaps there?s more skin you?d like to flash that may entice me into telling you everything you want to know??

    One thing anyone who really knew him could tell you, Calo was blunt. He didn?t sugarcoat things nor did he water it down so it didn?t offend. That was for fools who wanted to be liked and admired, he could give a kark about being anyone adoring him or enjoying his company.

    Something crossed the old Jango clone?s mind. ?You want to know a great deal of things about me, yet you haven?t told me anything about yourself. Not the best way to start a trustworthy business relationship. Bad form, very bad form?

    TAG: Matt, Sarge
  20. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Tatooine

    The Mos Eisley Cantina...

    The man was blunt, that was for sure. ?I told you why I?m here, I seek protection from the sandpeople. I grew up on Dantooine fighting off Kath hounds and Kinrath my whole life, but they don?t walk like men, they can?t formulate a plan of attack, they can?t fire a blaster or use blades or a staff. Tuskens can, which is why I need the Noghri?s assistance. Came here to avoid the Empire?s occupation of my homeworld,? he leaned in close across the table, ?anymore questions? Perhaps there?s more skin you?d like to flash that may entice me into telling you everything you want to know??

    "You don't like what you see?" She said, grinning. "You know I hear the Mandalorians are very tolerant of that sort of thing. Admirable. And you are a Mandalorian, aren't you? I'm more and more sure of that." She leaned in, too. "At the very least, the skin means you don't notice the blaster leveled at your crotch. Learned that from an old associate. Forgive me, friend, if I don't believe a man who's only been on this world a few hours already has Tusken trouble but, hey, if you talked to them like you're talking to me, I can see why they wouldn't like you."

    ?You want to know a great deal of things about me, yet you haven?t told me anything about yourself." The man shook his head. "Not the best way to start a trustworthy business relationship. Bad form, very bad form?

    The woman was undaunted. "Trustworthy? You come to my world asking questions and lying and want to talk about trust? Let's start with my answers, friend, then I'll see if I want to give you yours."

    * * * *
    "I have a drink."

    "I meant," the young man said, "something with a little more kick to it. Wuher, two Corellian ales. Y'know," he said again to the offworlder, "those don't come cheap, here. How about you give me some answers in return."

    "The usual," said the young offworlder, inspecting the line of yellow face paint, "Empires fighting everywhere. Figured that the best place to go to is the one that an Empire isn't at. Maybe make a life as a farmer." He shrugged.

    "Well," the young man said, spinning on the stool to face the same direction as the offworlder, "and it's important you know I'm mostly unarmed before I say this, but if you're running from the Empire and wanted to make a home here...why'd you feel you needed to come in shooting?"

    TAG: Sarge, Sawn
  21. Sawn_Kassal Jedi Knight

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    Jul 29, 2008
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    Calo Fett
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Cantina


    "You don't like what you see?" She said, grinning. "You know I hear the Mandalorians are very tolerant of that sort of thing. Admirable. And you are a Mandalorian, aren't you? I'm more and more sure of that." She leaned in, too. "At the very least, the skin means you don't notice the blaster leveled at your crotch. Learned that from an old associate. Forgive me, friend, if I don't believe a man who's only been on this world a few hours already has Tusken trouble but, hey, if you talked to them like you're talking to me, I can see why they wouldn't like you."

    ?The only woman who ever caught my eye died along time ago,? he replied, his stone cold expression unchanging. For the first time in their whole conversation, Calo smirked then chuckled at her declaration. ?Seems you are connected, you know people very well. That says something, few see beneath our armor which makes identifying us out of it all the more difficult. I must say I?m impressed with your identification of me?

    The impression he?d got had been correct, she wasn?t just some bar flirt looking for a good time. ?You don?t seem to know as much about Mandalorians as you?d like to think...you see I?ve been around a long time and this is not the first nor the last time I?ll ever have a blaster aimed at my crotch. Little did you realize, the hand I have under the table we?re sitting at has a spring loaded blade pointed at your crotch and...? clenching his hand on the tabletop into a fist, a vibro-blade brandished itself, tearing through his disguise, it was aimed directly at her chest.

    ?You can shoot, but even if you do that and kill me, my muscles will tense and when they do: both of these blades will launch and I truly doubt you?ll have time to dodge either of them. So if you?re willing to throw your life away so recklessly, then shoot. I don?t fear death?


    The woman was undaunted. "Trustworthy? You come to my world asking questions and lying and want to talk about trust? Let's start with my answers, friend, then I'll see if I want to give you yours."

    ?Let?s get one thing straight: I didn?t see any holos of you around, so this isn?t your world. It belongs to the Noghri. Perhaps I do like what I see, but I?m not enticed by women anymore. I lost my wife to the Empire years ago. She was a Jedi Knight and our unborn child died with her.?

    Sad, he?d never been one to tell others his tragic past. No real birthright, no family, no home. Most Mandalorians had an upbringing. He just had training and a mission: to kill. That mission had been wit him his entire life. Only in the last 3 years living amongst the Mandalorians did he learn the glory of battle. It wasn?t just about killing anymore, now it was about protecting his people, his daughter and nephew.

    ?I?m here because I need allies, which is why I?m seeking the Noghri. I?m a clone of Jango Fett, a bounty hunter long deceased. Part of a Grand Army created for the Old Republic. After it collapsed, we were absorbed into the Empire. Some of us didn?t agree with the Empire, so we struck out on our own.? Calo?s expression had eased, but his blades had not yet lowered, he still didn?t trust the woman.

    ?Now that you have your answers,? he clenched his fists, a mechanism inside the vibro-blade mounted gauntlets clicking, signaling that they were armed and ready. ?I want mine.?

    TAG: Matt, Sarge
  22. Sarge221 Force Ghost

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    IC: Zaydin Demasca
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley Cantina

    "How about you give me some answers in return."


    Zaydin only knew what angle the man was getting at. Having just arrived on Tatooine, there were very few things that would warrant the attention of someone like this man who would just randomly buy a stranger a drink with the explanation of wanting answers. Either the man was more then curious about what the Empire was doing and wanted answers from an offworlder or...

    Despite the warning the man gave soon after, Zaydin paused for an extra couple of seconds before he would drink his water, giving himself time to think if he should just go ahead and kill the man and do it right when the words left his lips.

    "...why'd you feel you needed to come in shooting?"

    Just a quick stab and slice with the vibroblade the man would've been instantly gutted - barring any armor - if Zaydin did indeed think of going through with the deed. Or a quick draw with his blaster to the head. That's what he would've done in any combat situation anyway. But he wasn't meant to be picking fights right now; engaging and killing wasn't his primary agenda. He was supposed to be infiltrating, gathering answers, discretely and quietly.

    Though right at the get-go it seemed as if their cover was already blown. Guess their explosive entrance was a bit too explosive.

    Nonetheless, Zaydin did what he thought was best: lie.

    "I don't know what you're talking about," Zaydin finally replied. Digging into a pocket, Zaydin produced the necessary amount of credits and set it down on the table next to the offered Corellian ale that he hadn't even so much as glanced at. "I think there's a bit of a mix-up."

    There was always blasting and slicing in case that didn't work, and already Zaydin was ready in case his new friend decided to be a bit more forceful with his questioning.

    TAG: Matt, Sawn
  23. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

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    IC: Leia Organa
    Kashyyyk

    Leia's eyes snapped open.

    The twins were in danger.

    One of the few things she and Han had agreed on completely was that their children would not be raised as Jedi. Han still seemed to dislike the idea of Jedi on principle to begin with, and for her part Leia was determined that Jacen and Jaina would not be forced down the Jedi path by circumstance as she had been. That they would be Force sensitive was unavoidable, but there would be time enough for that when they were old enough to choose their own path.

    Of course, when it became obvious they were instinctively learning to use the Force like other toddlers learnt to walk, Leia began teaching them some techniques to keep them safe. How to hide themselves in the Force. How to tell when other people were near. And how to call her if they were in trouble.

    Like now.

    In the blink of an eye, Leia was on her feet, meditations forgotten. She reached out in the Force, soothing their fear, reassuring them that she would be there soon. The two of them were not far away, playing with Lowie in the upper levels.

    Summoning the Force, she ran.

    TAG: Matt (for the exact makeup of their forces and etc)
  24. BobaMatt TFN EU Staff

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    Kashyyyk

    Upper levels...

    Lowbacca smelled weapons, Trandoshan slavers, and the sterile armor of Imperial stormtroopers providing extra muscle and oversight. Kashyyyk was under near constant assault by the Empire and the Trandoshans, and Lowie, who had to deal with this as a matter of culture, did not want his friends - they were like cousins - to suffer, too. And with their talents, their shared talents, they were worth more than average slaves.

    Lowbacca held his cousins underneath his much stronger arms, high in the trees. The reptile-men and the stormtroopers were undaunted, searching with the lights on the end of their blasters. They just had to hold out...just until Leia arrived.

    * * * *

    The Trandoshan advance was slowed by Chewbacca's fire from the belly gun, but that could be automated. The immediate problem, as Han fiddled with the drive units, was the Hound's Tooth, circling above like a carrion bird, waiting to pounce the minute the Falcon took off. That could change. Chewie scrambled from the cockpit to the quad cannon, and mounted the ladder to the topside mount. As he took aim and pulled the trigger, the ship shuddered with the force of the blasts. Into his headset, Chewie growled for Han to call the Princess.

    TAG: Xan

    Mandalore


    Open space...

    Beviin's commlinks were fuzzy. A general breakdown of formation seemed to confirm - the Empire had jammed all non-Imperial comms. Still, the Mandalorians could manage. Beviin kept his eyes peeled for any activity needing his immediate attention, and it wasn't long before he found it. It was important to the Mandalorians to maintain control here, and an unidentified freighter - possibly Echani? - making a break for the atmosphere was not conducive to control. With hand motions, Beviin's and four other basilisk war droids zoomed towards the freighter, landing on the ship's hull and beginning to dig. Completely disabling the ship was no the aim - getting inside and persuading them to calm down and stay out of the mix until the battle was over was key. Once through the shields, the hull came away easy.

    * * * *

    Surface...

    Boba Fett stood over the boy. Allegiances were not his style, but dad may have wanted it this way. As the Q-class shuttle shuddered to the ground, Fett and the boy were the first out and into the base. Imperial prefabs were all the same, and Boba Fett knew them better than any Mandalorian. No time to break codes this time, though. Explosives worked just fine.

    TAG: Sarge, Kahn

    Tatooine


    The Mos Eisley Cantina...

    "I know you're a clone," the lady said, "I've seen more than one of you in my day. If you came here looking for allies, friend, maybe you shouldn't shoot at them and try to sneak around. We're friendly, 'round these parts, to those that are friendly to us. You need allies? I'm with the Noghri. What do you need allies for? Were you sent by Sel Nephrite? You'd think if you were looking for help you'd be a little less confrontational."

    * * * *

    "You're lying," the young man said, running a hand through his wavy black hair. "I can tell. Trust. I'd like to know where you're from and who you're with. My friends and I may be able to help, that's all." He gestured towards the bottle. "Corellian Ale is pretty good. Honest."

    TAG: Sarge, Sawn

    Naboo


    Inside the facility...

    The building was on lockdown. Mild panic prevailed as it was evacuated through some of the few open exits. Systems were shut down and being checked. The important thing was that no one move, no one tamper. That would make getting higher very, very difficult.

    TAG: Bluebeast
  25. Sawn_Kassal Jedi Knight

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    Jul 29, 2008
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    Calo Fett
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Cantina



    "I know you're a clone," the lady said, "I've seen more than one of you in my day.?

    ?Funny,? he said with a grin, ?I didn?t think there were very many of us roaming the galaxy out in the open after the formation of the Empire,? perhaps there were others still out there, no doubt suffering from the same advanced aging as he. No doubt they were Imperial dissidents and would rally to the Mandalorian cause, finding them however was a much bigger problem.

    ?If you came here looking for allies, friend, maybe you shouldn't shoot at them and try to sneak around.?

    ?Only beings I?m guilty of shooting were Imperial stormtroopers. I wouldn?t think they?d of been missed. I don?t kill without reason, it?s dishonorable. So you?re mistaken, I haven?t shot at any of your people, last time I checked you were the one trying to shoot me? he gestured down toward his crouch with his eyes then met again with hers.

    ?We're friendly, 'round these parts, to those that are friendly to us.?

    Still they were locked in this rather sticky situation, her blaster pointed at him, his blades trained on her. It seemed neither one of them wished to give ground. ?Mos Eisley? Friendly? Forgive me, but those two in the same context seem about as out of place as a rancor at an Ewok?s game of sabacc,? between his wife and Zarith he had inherited some sense of humor over the years, it was just rare for anyone to coax it out of him.

    ?You need allies? I'm with the Noghri. What do you need allies for? Were you sent by Sel Nephrite? You'd think if you were looking for help you'd be a little less confrontational."

    ?That?s right. Sel sent me. He seeks to make the Noghri our allies so that we can use their trade routes that once belonged to the Hutts as a means of attacking the Empire. We also could use some extra manpower and another safehaven. War?s are best fought from several parts of the galaxy, not just one. How was I to know you weren?t an Imperial spy? Some bounty hunter? Perhaps all the time in the Tatooine heat has made you forget what this place was like before the Noghri took over. You have to be on your guard?

    TAG: Sarge, Matt
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