Star Wars STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!

IC: Kasumi
Hangar Bay/Guest Quarters

Kasumi watched as others left the hangar bay. Somehow she had managed to stay on her feet with the sudden jolt ship now towing another. She had stayed behind….just to take everything in. She had left her safe haven for this? She found herself fighting for a group of people that…she was unsure if they believed what they were fighting for anymore. She walked around the hangar bay taking a look at everything, taking it in, and making mental notes as to where things were. As she left she nodded to the guards that were there, and headed to get something to eat.

She walked into the mess hall….and looked around again. There were some people laughing in the corners, others talking quietly. She knew that once she entered all eyes were tracking her. After all, she was the new comer. She took what healthy food she could find, making sure that it could be carried in her pouch and had a tea pot filled with hot water and she left just a quietly as she came.

She walked to her guest quarters and nodded to the guards who opened the doors for her. As she stepped in, she heard the door shut behind her. She set the food down on the table and added to the hot water leaves from a small pouch. The leaves were her own mix of teas that she had been working on while on Degobah and had almost gotten in perfected on Endor. She let it steep for a moment as she took her belt off, making sure that the herb bag and her saber were close by.

She sat on the bed and turned on the holo of her home of Alderaan and the pictures that Master Yoda had been able to recover for her. Her family meant the world to her, she sipped her tea as she watched the pictures change. Her memories flooding back and she let them come. Her mother and brother were all she had…and growing up they made sure that she was shown everything. There was a song that was passed down from her great great grandmother through the family....and to each generation it meant something different. She had kept an audio of it…and she activated the holo.

Play Music

Now, with a few cups of warm tea, some food, and her family surrounding her along with the music that she remembered hearing growing up, Kasumi lay down and closed her eyes. Sleep took her, and she found herself dreaming of happier times, times with both of her Masters, times with her brother, and her new family of Ewoks.

The song filled her dreams and with each not the stress left….and she found her peace again. She silently hoped that others would be able to do that same.

Tag: Fress and Bravo

 

OOG: The below post was going to be part of my Intervention Stories (not all posted below), which I never got up due to DRL at the time. Enjoy. Some information regarding Lasso's posts are below:




Please read the following “dream posts” involving Jason Lasso found in the In-Character game thread of Intervention; these dream posts will help you (the reader) understand these events better. The following dates of the posts are as follows (in chronological order of happening):

- Jason Lasso/Steven Neil: [Bravo username; 3 posts] 1) "7/27 8:26pm", 2) "8/8 4:50pm", 3) " 8/10 1:46pm"
- Jason Lasso (Family's death, "The Organization", Corellian spaceport): [Bravo username; 4 posts] 1) "10/1/10 10:47pm", 2) "10/24/10 9:29pm", 3) "1/21 9:55pm", and 4) "1/22 2:57pm".
- Jason Lasso (Imperial convoy destruction; after the post below): [Bravo username; 1 post] 1) “10/26/11 6:34pm”



IC: Jason Lasso
Guest Quarters, Sword of Justice, leaving Planet of the Exiles, Northern Stretch


Lasso tossed and turned in his sleep...


*****[Dream Realm]*****



Jason Lasso
Coronet City, Corellia, spring-time, eight months ago (from start of Intervention; immediately following events found on post dated "1/22 2:57pm”), night time



Lasso stared at the Imperial stormtrooper officer in black armor, while his eyes also shifted here and there and surveyed the white armored stormtroopers who moved around to encircle him.
“So,” Jason breathed with death in his words, “This is how it ends. The Empire kills my parents and now, you’ve come to finish the job…with overkill. No honor even in your dirty deeds.”

The stormtrooper officer in black laughed, “Son, we’re the Empire. Overkill is our middle name! Why take the risk...?”

“I will kill you before all this is over. Mark my words.” Lasso slowly moved his right hand towards one of his WESTAR-34 blaster pistols to his right. He was sure the stormtroopers saw the slightest movement and was wondering why he wasn’t dead yet…and why the stormtrooper officer was backing away with a look of horror on his face, with several stormtroopers retreating with him for protection.

Did Lasso’s own threatening words have that much of an impact to avoid death today?

Something bumped up against his right leg and Jason looked down to see a stormtrooper helmet, with the entrails of a human neck poking out from the bottom! Now Lasso was horrified and followed the red blood trail from the stormtrooper head to it’s point of orgin: a headless stormtrooper body, who quickly collapsed, like his other comrades from behind, all of their throats slit nicely from behind. Standing behind the unfortunate stormtroopers were several humanoids in black ninja suits with masks covering their faces. Their eyes were a solid blue.


From behind these “ninjas” jumped several more from “below” the landing pad and landing on the pad where the starfighter, the astrodroid, Lasso and his Corellian Sand Panther Bugger, and the Imperials all stood. These ninja grew cylinder objects from behind the small of their backs and activated double bladed red lightsabers!

All of the Imperials were backing away now from Lasso, focused more on the ninjas then they were Lasso. They were all nervous, their body movements betraying as much; they kept looking back to their officer, awaiting orders to fire, then back to the ninjas. It appeared that the Imperial officer was about to shout orders, then several ninjas dropped from behind the officer and his troops, their double bladed red lightsabers quickly taking the troops down. Then, from somewhere off in the distance, several invisible blaster sniper bolts took the remaining troops down.

Lasso was hard pressed to turn his head this way or that way fast enough to catch all the action. But ill regardless of that, the lightsabers were shut off and no sounds had been made outside of sudden yelps by the Imperials.

The ninjas stayed where they stood and didn’t approach Jason, but that didn’t stop Lasso from unhooking his blaster from his holster on his right thigh. He had the blaster mid way out of the holster when the doors opened from inside the spaceport and a humanoid male walked out. He wore a black business suit, black sunglasses, and a black trench coat.

“You can lower your blaster, Mr. Lasso,” the man said, then turned to a group of ninjas and spoke something in a language that Jason didn’t know; all the ninjas disappeared as quietly as they had showed up.

Lasso slowly put his blaster away and tried to regain some of his confidence with a smart comment, “Isn’t it too dark for sunglasses?”

The man smiled, “Yes, it is. But I’m more concerned about things unseen then things seen, Mr. Lasso. The Organization sends their regards.”

“You cut it close,” Lasso replied.

“Yes…sorry about that. The Empire kept their movements rather quiet. But as soon as we heard, we mobilized as quickly as we could.”

“And them? The ninjas? Who are they?”

The man smirked, “Close friends. The Organization has contacts everywhere. You’ll need those contacts in the future when you become a mercenary with The Mercs.”

“The Mercs? A mercenary? I’m no mercenary. I just want the Empire to pay for what they did to my parents.”

“As you wish. But I’m here to tell you what will happen, not what you want to happen.”

“And who do you think you are? You can’t tell me what I will do.”

“Your right, I can’t. But a power higher then you and I, higher than the Empire, can. And I have been given the authority to speak on that higher power’s behalf.”

The man cut Lasso off, “You better get going. Security will be here shortly. The fighter is fully fueled. The Organization plays a bigger role then you think, Mr. Lasso. Remember, wherever you are and if you are by Corellian assets, The Organization is close by and ready to help you. Good day, Mr. Lasso.”

---

Nar Shaddaa, two months later (six months ago from the start of Intervention)

START MUSIC: Sixx AM – Tomorrow



The remnants of the amber fluid of Whyren's Reserve stared up at Jason from the glass; it was, now, his one escape, and it was gone. Like everything else. The roughness of his shave, the cold eyes, and the ragged look of his clothes he had bought back at the Corellian spaceport two months ago told the story. He was a man looking for…hope.

“Another one stranger?” Asked the male Herglic bartender.

“Yea,” Lasso said, adding in mumbling words, “Another one,”

The bartender grabbed Lasso’s glass and soon the unlucky Corellian wanderer had another drink, “Thanks,” Jason mumbled.

“Say,” The bartender started, “You look like a man down on his luck. What gives?”

Jason was silent for a moment as he stared at the fluid, took a sip, then as he put the cup down, looked up at the Herglic, “Empire.”

The bartender nodded as if he had heard the story before, “Ah. Familiar story. Want to get something off your chest stranger? This is your second day here I’ve noticed.”

Jason shrugged, “Nothing much to tell really. The Empire came in, killed my family, and now are hunting me.”

He bartender nodded; it was clear the possibility of an easy bounty wasn’t on the forefront of his mind, “Sorry to hear that. Well, you won’t find many friends of the Empire here. You should be safe here, stranger.”

As the bartender parted to other parts of the bar and to other customers, Jason sat there for a long moment, slowly drinking his Whyren's Reserve.

He couldn’t avoid tomorrow. He knew that. But he wanted to avoid it.

Tomorrow would be hell again. It would be another day of running and another day of trying to find his way out of this self-made hell of his. But he knew there was no way out, he knew that the course had to be finished. The measuring line had been drawn and he had to measure up to the measure.

But how many dead Imperials did the measuring stick of revenge take? Where was hope in a dark place like this?

Jason smirked.

Hope was now an illusion…a dream that wasn’t worth hoping for anymore.

Sometimes, morals and ethics had to be put aside for the greater good of the galaxy and one had to do what had to be done. In Jason’s eyes, that was his truth now…doing what had to be done to revenge his parents’ deaths and help crumble the Empire. To do what needed to be done for the greater good of the galaxy.

Finishing the rest of the alcoholic liquid in his glass, he put the payment on the bar table and walked out. It was night outside as he put his hands into his jacket and walked down the semi-crowded walkways. The usual humans and aliens asked for or to sell Death Sticks, others for money or drink, still others for food and others slept along the walkway in sleeping bags. Some you had to avoid or risk getting ran over, some walked with purpose to the next bar or the next illegal blaster sale, while others, like Jason, were trying to find a meaning to this life.

Jason had traversed several levels and had taken plenty of turns, lifts, and stairs and found himself at a part of rundown hotel rooms. He was reached the metal roof covered darkened corridor with the room and doors, found his room, and entered and closed the door behind him.



END MUSIC: Sixx AM – Tomorrow

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Minutes later that night, Nar Shaddaa



Lasso grabbed the bottle of Whyren's Reserve from the lower kitchen cabinets, poured himself a glass, and walked over to the table. Jason’s hotel was small, with a bed along one wall, a small kitchen on the other wall, with this little worn and dented metal gray table in the middle of the two with two similarly worn and dented metal gray chairs on either end. A refresher was tucked away on the wall opposite the front door. A single light (with another smaller light in the refresher) hung from the ceiling above the table that gave the hotel room its light. It was dim, at best, but did its job in the small room.

“Dude,” Jason to the astromech droid besides the table, “Would you go with me through hell and back?” The astromech droid beeped and whistled in droid speak that Jason had learned on his two year journey. “Good,” Jason responded, drowning the last of the Whyren's Reserve from the glass, “Because I think I’m in hell.”

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*****[Present Time]*****



Jason snapped awake---sitting up in bed----full of sweat, his heart pounding. He looked over to Dude, who was just coming out of sleep mode. Both Master and droid locked eyes.

Then, "He"'s words from their fight in the Johnny Boy's briefing room came to mind: "Because, like you, I lost everything. I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just... poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed so you'd be spared your pain. [8]"

Tears and grief choked Jason as he started to cry. He wasn't crying for his dead family...he cried for his own actions after their death.

Soon, he fell back to sleep. But the dreams came again...


TBC (Tag JediFalcon and Coffee_Ninja???)


References:

Batman Begins; Henri Ducard (2005, movie) [8]
- Removed the "But" before "I know"

 

IC: Planetary Taskforce soldiers, Vella Gulf Go Team, Sword of Justice hangar
Location: Northern Stretch


One of the soldiers that had been inside the compound, stepped up to the Queens Guardsman that he had seen fighting, and looked up at the bulky warrior.

"You guys absolutely ruled down there," the Kings Army trooper exhalted, beaming up at the red-clad Guardsman.

"Uh, thanks?"

The soldier turned and beckoned over some other soldiers. "You should seen this guy, spinning his force pike and shoving it in the faces of beings swarming us inside the complex."

"Uh-" Another soldier replaced his attempt at a sentence with efforts to keep his last meal down. He bent over, glanced at the vertical pike that the Guardsman was holding, saw and smelt the caked biological detritus, and couldn't hold it in.

"Oh man!" Other troops jumped back out the way, "Clean up on Aisle Twelve!"

"Hey, we got cleanup on most of the vehicles here!" A distant voice called from somewhere across the hangar, "Aisle Whatever will have to wait!"

A couple dozen Queens Guardsmen, Kings Army Soldiers, Naval troopers in soiled uniforms, silenced and looked round as the first semi-armoured blue-suited Go Team members in their conspicuously clean gear, descended the ramps of the two shuttles.

"Oh, here they come. Where were you when we were fighting on the Planet of the Exiles?" One of the former group asked, to murmurs of support.

A vac-suited person lifted off his helmet, and breathed in the shipboard air. "Us? We were trying to find a way through the energy shield."

"While we were down there doing the real work, eh?"

"Hey, at least we succeeeded in our mission," a Go Team tech pointed out, "Twenty-plus guys sent to replenish the SoJ, done. Find a way to break out of the energy barrier trapping all of us her, done." He indicated the semi-circle of his detractors. "The entire drokkin' crew sent down to turn off one shield generator...how'd that go for you?"

Tag: no-one, unless you want to answer for the troops who went planetside.

 

IC: Beskaryc Taab/ Atin Taab
Crusader, AB 1-1-B-5

Atin watched through the transparisteel bubble of the Crusader's upper quad turret as the pair of ARC-170s escorted the Mandalorian ship towards the edges of the system. He made sure to train his guns away from the to ensure that no hostile messages were inadvertently sent, but he still had little idea of what was going on. One minute they had been fighting alongside the Imperials, the next they were retreating from the battle and not long after that they were under escort from the force that they had preveiously been fighting. And buir had said that tey might have a new client. Atin's head was spinning, he didn't know what to make of all this.

The grav seat lurched as the Crusader settled down on its landing struts. They must be where ever it was they were supposed to be. From his vantage point Atin could no longer see the fighters, so he climbed out of the gunner's position as his father cut the power to the guns. Making his way through the ships corridor he arrived in the cockpit just as buir was finishing the shutdown sequence. Atin took a seat next to him and placed his buy'ce on the console.

"Powering down all non-essential go systems. They saw us put down so they know where to look for us. but I don't want any unwanted guests to observe us this time." They? They who? Atin was still confused and he told his father as much. "I don't know who they are either, but they were waiting for the Imps down there." His father sighed. "They must have followed one of us." "Is that what happened buir, they followed surprised us so you switched sides?" Atin asked a bit of venom creeping into his voice.

The response was quick and violent as Taab broght up an elbow that crunched into Atin's nose which started bleeding profusly. His head jerked back under the force and hit the upper console behind him. "We don't run, and we don't switch sides at a whim. Our contract was up. We upheld our side of the bargain and our payment was delivered. Once that happened we were free agents again." His father was completely calm, as if no elbow had just been thrown, and Atin's face wasn't dripping blood all over the deck. "The Imperials had every chance to hire us to help them with their newfound problem, they didn't. This new group, whoever they are, might."

Atin pinched his nose, trying to stave off the flow of blood. He didn't think it was broken, it had been more of a "love tap", then any real attempt to do Atin harm. "And what of the Imperials we left behind, the Professor and Simone? Don't they matter?"

His father turned to him now, gazing into his eyes coldly. "No." Atin started again. "But how could we just leave the..." But Taab interupted his son, sounding more tired now. "At'ika, we are bounty hunters, mercenaries. We don't care about the people we work for or the cause they represent. We fight because it is who we are and what we do. We get paid as a way to seal the contract. When it is paid off and the contract is done, so is the bond between employer and employee."

"So we just let them go to whatever fate awaits them?" His father looked away now looking at the consoles and double checking that everything was shut down. Finally he whispered a reply "Yeah, that's what we do."

The bleeding was already starting to subside. Atin's nose would be sore for a bit, and he would have a bump on the back of his head, but he should be none the worse for wear. He wanted to shout out at his father that this was not how he wanted to be, that he wanted to fight for justice, for the safety of people who couldn't fight forthemselves. But he didn't. He knew his father didn't care about such concepts. His father stood up and laid a hand on his shoulder before leaving the cockpit. "Don't worry kid, it gets easier."

---

Taab left the cockpit behind, he knew his son would clean up the blood spilled onto the deck. While he did that Taab headed aft to replace the spent warhead from his jetpack. Things would get easier for his son. Taab remembered when he was a new minted super-commando. He had wanted so badly to take on any job that would hurt the Republic and the Jedi that had killed his father at Galidran. It had taken Jango himself to convice him to take on the job of training Republic Clone troopers on Kamino prior to the war. His time spent there, among other Mandalorians doing the same thing, had stripped him of any political idealism he once had. And when the Clone wars had started, he and his group had taken on jobs for both sides. Taab never wondered if he had personally killed any trooper that he had trained. But he knew other's did.

Arriving at the armory, he replaced the warhead, alone with his thoughts. At'ika would come around, he just needed some time spent with other mercenaries, even aruetiise ones. Hopefully this group they were to meet would provide them that opportunity.

---

Taab had returned to the cockpit in time to see the landing craft make an overhead pass of the Crusader. He had briefed his son on what had gone on and the message from the data burst. Atin still wasn't happy about it, but he was curious. Taab decided to not interpret the flyover as an attempted show of force as much as an idication that his potential new clients did in fact know where they were going.

A few minutes later one of those unknown ground vehicles approached the ship. "Buckets on, we have guests." Atin moved to the forward cargo bay and after making sure his buy'ce was locked down and sealed, de-pressurized it. He then opened the cargo loading doors and unraveled a rope ladder for their guest to climb aboard. They weren't all of the same frequency here yet, so he gestured to them, holding up just a single finger. Buir had been quite insistant on that. Only the one they were to negotiate with was to be allowed on the ship. The others could wait outside, in cold vacuum.

Atin backed away from the cargo door now, waiting for their guest to come aboard.

TAG: Intervention.

 

IC: Viper Two
Troop Bay, Heavy Armored Personnel Carrier, airless rock


Jacques Petain looked up the ladder and looked back to his escort, "Stay here."

"Sir, is that appropriate? Considering the environment, sir."

"It'll have to do. I knew the risks when I joined the Navy. I may be a noble, but I'm not a fool."

"Understood, sir. We'll be here if you need us."

"I know,"Jacques turned around and nodded to the mercenary and climbed up the ladder. The start of any business relationship was trust...even if that trust was with some of the most untrustworthy types in the galaxy.


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Crusader


The cargo bay was pressurized and one of the helmeted mercenaries nodded to the Jod Captain; Jacques nodded and allowed his suit to depressurize before taking his helmet off. He held his breathe, more by fear then a lack of trust, then took in a deep breathe. Recycled star ship filled his lungs.

"Thank you," Jacques said, more so for not suddenly killing him, "I hope my display of being alone will illustrate my trust in this transition. And you may do a bio scan and find that I have nothing on me other then my person this single sidearm, which," The Captain handed the pistol over, "You may have. If you'll kill or capture me, I don't think a blaster pistol will do much good against people of your skill."

The mercenaries were oddly enough quiet. But, yet again, they were mercenaries and were waiting for the deal. Jacques sighed, putting his helmet between his elbow and armpit, "I am a middle man. And, not much more information I can give beyond that. Know that I work for very powerful and very rich people. I have standing orders from my government to investigate any Imperial involvement and anyone who work with them. That is all I can tell you...for now," Jacques dug into his equipment belt and handed over a Credit Chip, "One thousand credits up front for information, useable information regarding Imperial involvement with a Outlaw Tech ship known as the Javin Bucket, the captured Imperial cruiser Delicate Delinquent, and the mercenaries known as The Mercs . Another five hundred credits to talk with the people higher in rank then me at a different location. Deal?"



Tag Bardan_Jusik

 

IC: SGIS - Mission Supervisor Lim, Agent Devon Robie, Lucrehulk-class base ship.
Location: hidden nebulae


The synthdroid Lim looked asround the command deck of the Lucrehulk-class battlecruiser that was her domain; she had no real reason to venture off the bridge.

Lines of blue-shouldered B1 battledroids worked consoles, while a salmon-coloured Calamari female in white, one of several dozen they had evac'd off Mon Calamari many years back, ahead on an Imperial invasion.

"Hey."

"Hey."

The MonCal held up a datapad. "Imperial Intelligence have been noticing some unusual launches off several diverse planets. Apparently simultaneously. Duro, Kashyyyk, Ryloth, others. Double-I were checking for patterns, and noticed this, but they don't know what it means."

"Any track on the Johnny Boy or the sensor readings related to its disappearance that Yav sent us?"

"No, Ma'am." She nodded to a rodian standing over a light table in the far corner of the command deck. "Devon's collating a list of distress calls from stricken Imperial vessels across the galaxy. Some, the Empire are responding to, others, apparently not. We suspect that the ones being ignored are related to this Project Red Zero."

Lim nodded. "Okay, keep looking for the Johnny Boy." She turned and strode over to the light table, where Devon looked up at her approach.
He pointed a four-sided blue shape which represented an Imperial cruiser. "These vessels, if they are being left to their own devices, represent places that Yav can get resources to re-supply or upgrade his interdictor. You thought of getting him to bring it over to SGIS, instead of this Prophesy he mentioned?"

"Whatever is going on with the Kingdom of Jod, and the Mercs, it has the potential to hurt the Empire, and that makes these Mercs our allies, even if they do not yet realise it." Lim looked down at the indicated ships. "So what sort of equipment can we get for them, or Yav's crew get for themselves."

Devon cocked his head. "Well, the most obvious with a basic Immobiliser 418, is a stronger shield generator, that can have her stand up to turbolaser fire, cos at the moment, even this ship would rip through his ship like paper. Also, you said they were developing a torpedo launching capability; we could get them some supplies of torps."

"Okay, work up a list. We'll let Yav know." Lim turned from the rodian, and looked over her crew. "Any word from Mitch?"

No-one had heard anything from the twi'lek operative. He was off attempting to rescue a rebel pilot captured by the Empire at Christophsis.
The news of her capture and impending execution was big news on the official holo-channels.

Tag: no-one

 

IC: 122nd Hard Heads
Survivors, Space Station, Northern Stretch


The shuttle carrying the survivors of the shattered squad emerged through the tangles of the Northern Stretch. In front of them were numberless ships in the distance and a larger then life space station further in the background. The shuttle was on auto-pilot and flew towards the waiting armada of ships.

Holy stood up and said to himself out-loud about his lost leader, "Damn Cap, what a trip..." Holy turned to Havah, "Do you know what this place is---"

"We're being hailed!" One of the pilots barked, "From the Preeminent...ah, anyone know what a King II-class Battleship?"

"Holy, your it," One of the soldiers said, "Your the big cheese now for the 122nd."

The other soldiers nodded in agreement.

"Okay," Holy nodded, then looked to the pilots, "Put them on the loud speaker...for this King II-class Battleship."

"Unidentified shuttle, this is the King II-class Battleship Preeminent. You are transmitting a friendly signal in regards to a Echo file. State your business or you will be fired upon."

In the distance ahead, a larger version of a original King-class Battleship with two bridge towers approached on a intercept course. Her weapons were reading online and sensors tracking the shuttle's movement.

"Ah..." Holy started, "This is Staff Sergeant Holy of the 122nd Hard Heads, special detachment to the House of Royal Intelligence. We have important information regarding the main control station for the Northern Stretch Defense Grid."

"Stand by."

Holy looked at his fellow soldiers and Havah, "Stand by for what? To get blasted?"

The massive King II-class Battleship's shadow was starting to cast a shadow over the shuttle and darkened it's view.

"Ah Holy?" One of the pilots said.

"What do you want me to do?" Holy defended, "A shuttle against that? We minus well be sheep to the slaughter!"

"Unidentified shuttle, you are clear to proceed to Actualize Station. A fighter escort will fly you in. Welcome back 122nd."

"Thanks Preeminent," Holy said in return, "What is this place?"

There was no response and instead the Battleship flew over them, it's engines leaving a wake that rattled the shuttle. Soon, two X-Wings dropped from the massive battleship and escorted them in.


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Actualize Station


They had landed in a smaller hanger bay for shuttles, not one of the main docking stations for capital sized warships. When they had left the shuttle, they were greeted by several squads of Naval Guard spread out in a loose defensive formation and a stiff looking Royal Intelligence officer in front of them.

"Captain Paulsome?" The officer asked, confused. The rag-tag looking 122nd all looked sorrowful. The officer nodded, "I see. Who's in charge?"

Holy stepped forth, "Staff Sergeant Holy."

The intelligence officer turned his head to the leader of the Naval Guard; the leader in turn motioned for his guard to leave with him. Soon, the hanger bay was empty except for the 122nd, Havah, and the intelligence officer.

"And the status of the AI?" The officer asked, turning to Havah Jeth, "It was your sister's creation, you must know by now."


TAG Mitth_Fisto

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IC: Captain Rick Taller
Unknown Planet


The Johnny Boy shot free from the crumbling world, flying through falling debris from higher mountains up above. All the time Taller was at the Helms controls, grinning like a child to fly the JB again, but all seriousness as well.

Soon the Johnny Boy flew through what appeared to be a mirror-like bubble area in space, the imagine of Actualize Station and the Northern Stretch on the other side in the distance.

And, in what appeared like moments, they were at Actualize Station. "Okay," Taller said to himself, "Weird."

He then flew the JB towards the station and orbiting warships.


NO TAG (Mitth_Fisto, I am going to suspend Taller/JB until they need to reappear in the story here soon to make posts easier on us both with college. )

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IC: Jim Palso
Ready Room, Delicate Delinquent, Berroll's Donn star system


“Alright, Captain. What have you got for us?”

Palso shared a look between both Williams and Yav as he laid his data-pads, star map, and DD diagrams on the desk and then sat down. He unrolled the star map, pointing up to a region of space known as the New Territories and then closer towards the planet of Ansion. "Blue Star Space Station. Today, a struggling business space station; before that, a Old Republic Battle Station before the Battle of Naboo and during the Clone Wars, a Battle Station serving the Clone Army. Later, a Monitoring Station for the Empire watching the Unknown Regions. After being bought out by a business man after the Empire decommissioned the station, it saw its high and lows in business. In my time, after the fall of the Empire at the Battle of Endor, a rust bucket falling apart. Regardless, its been a save haven for smugglers and dealers.

"I looked at what the DD needs. And, without calling attention ourselves like the Javin Bucket did, the best place to get it. I go there, the DD goes opposite. It'll draw any would-be trackers off of trail and confuse the Empire as to what our intentions are. I'll meet up with you guys in the Kingdom of Jod. Which," Jim dug into his vest pocket and handed the elf a data chip, "The only way to enter the Kingdom of Jod without Red Space travel or a sleeper colony ship to span the difference in space travel time. Its a worm hole. Stable, kept up by Royal Intelligence. Outside of the House of Royal Intelligence, us three are the only ones who know its true location. And, without the proper codes which are encrypted on that data chip and will self destruct if anyone tries to access those codes, the cloaked defense grid around the worm hole will blow you to bits.

"I can get what you need for the DD. Hull plating, weapons, upgrades. You name it. All on the down low too. It'll cost us a lot though. Anyone have a small planet they own for the secrecy it'll take to transport this stuff half way across the galaxy? And buy it in the first place without record?"


TAG Sith-I-5

 

IC: Fress Colias
Guest quarters Sword of Justice
16 hours later

Fress looked around the dark room as a blue transparent figured stepped forward causing her to frown. She stepped towards the figure as the figure gave a grim smile. “Darin? Why are you here?”

“You have to promise me something first, don’t do anything rash,” Darin started out slowly causing Fress to nod in agreement. “Brice is in Imperial custody and you will need to rescue him as soon as you can.”

Fress felt her heart drop down into her stomach with the news. The only link that can verify that she is still alive through her son. “How?”

“Imperial Raid, they said the family was suffering from a contagious disease. Ahsoka and I have been taking turns staying with him,” Darin explained. “So far he is healthy and unhurt. That’s all you need to know.”

Fress’s eyes flew open as she slowly sat up in bed. Brice was on her mind now. She had to get to him. First she had to find out where they were keeping him. In her current predicament all she could do was sit here and hope they never harm him. Darin and Ahsoka were keeping tabs on him and that helped a little but it wasn’t enough. She had to fight down every urge of going after him. Soal just painted a target on his back.
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Fress slowly made her way to the mess hall. She didn’t realize how long she had been asleep for and could use some food. She hoped Cody and the others got some much needed rest. She did feel more alert and better. She grabbed a few things from the table and sat down in a corner table and slowly worked away at her meal. She hoped to get to Brice in time, but at the moment there was nothing much she could do for him.

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IC: Kasumi
Guest Quarters


Kasumi dreamed for several hours and woke suddenly when she felt a presence of her master. She hadn’t felt his presence in a while through the Force….he had made this journey at his own peril….and for what? That she would never know. She closed her eyes and did her best to try to send him a message to travel safely and she got up and walked over to her bag and retrieved her flute and playing.

Play Music

She let the notes help her mind focus and help her nerves calm down after the last few missions. Sure this group was rough around the edges, but there were those that truly believed in what they were doing. There were Jod military members that knew that they believed, and there were Mercs that did as well, however, there were others that questioned why they were here. The Force had brought her here for a reason, and she would stay until it moved her back home…back to Endor.

She put the flute down and put her belt on and left heading towards the mess hall. She entered the mess hall and went to get some tea and food. She saw Fress sitting by herself….and she had a feeling something was wrong. She quietly walked over to her and smiled.

“May I join you?”

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IC: Fress Colias
Mess Hall Sword of Justice

“May I join you?”

Fress glanced up from where she was eating the food on her plate and silently gestured to the seat with a short nod. “Yes you may,” she answered with a slight worried smiled. “The first chance I get and they don’t need us as much, I have to leave immediately,” she explained with desperation in her tone.

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IC: Kasumi
Mess Hall

“Yes you may,” she answered with a slight worried smiled. “The first chance I get and they don’t need us as much, I have to leave immediately,” she explained with desperation in her tone.

Kasumi sat down and watched Fress stab at her food. Kasumi poured a cup of tea and set it down in front of Fress and poured herself one.

"I know you are worried, and I have a feeling I know what about. Fress, when the time comes please know that I want to help you. For now, is there anything I can do for you?"

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IC: Yoda
Dagobah


Yoda watched through the thick jungle of Dagobah as the Aka'jor-class shuttle from the Kingdom of Jod flew back upwards from the swamp that Yoda now called home and headed to space. It's blue engine exhaust fading with distance quickly.

Yoda calmly turned around with the presence he felt, "Not surprised to find you here. Hmmm."

"Yes Master Jedi, you know me too well by now..." Lord Alic Torfa replied.

"Coming near it is," Yoda said matter-of-factly as he walked, with cane in support, towards his hut. Two Queen Guardsmen stood in the distance, their forms lingering in the fog as a stark reminder of the war coming upon them all.

"I thought the Queen wanted you to remain on Jod to oversee the resistance movement to the COR," Yoda said, stopping before reaching his hut.

"Yes, Master Jedi. That was the case. But developments have happened that need our attention."

Yoda nodded, a ear going up in interest, "Development new that unheard of I am?"

"No Master. But council. The war is coming and there seems to be nothing that we can do to stop it."

"Change you cannot stop."

"Yes Master Jedi...but our forces. And the Empire. Look at what the Emperor did to the Jedi Order..."

"The Emperor's weakness is his strength. The Empire is vast and powerful, yes. But too big. Too powerful. Where there will be a young Farm Boy from Tatooine to rise up and fulfill the prophecy of the Chosen One of the Force, you must also do what you must. All depends on the courage of a few. A Farm Boy to crumble a Empire and a Kingdom to ensure his legacy. As the Force will protect the off-spring of Anakin Skywalker, you must too trust that the Force will not allow all of you to be destroyed. Loose many...yes. Sorrow...yes. Pain...yes. But victory there will be. Wait 18 years I have for the Empire to fall. Eighteen years of the memories of friends from the Jedi Temple on my mind. But trust I did in the Force for eighteen years. And trust on I will. And so must you."

"Yes Master Jedi," Torfa bowed his head and started to leave, but Yoda called out, causing him to turn around half way back to his Queen Gaurdsmen escort.

"I hear the Forces of Light are gathering near Corellia. Soon, Project Zero will be destroyed. And with it, new alliances will form. New allies. New hope. A new future."

Torfa nodded and continued on towards his escort. Yes, many months before the Jod Civil War, his hope for the Prophecy was high. But now, between a civil war at home and a Galactic Civil War aboard, Torfa knew that the Jod alone couldn't muster the forces for a protracted two front fight. Even with the Strategic Command Army and the new status reports putting the new warships from Hope on a positive schedule for completion, alone, Torfa knew they would only last several months before their resources ran out and their forces were destroyed or no longer effective on either front.



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IC: Captain Yavscout, Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Ready Room, level CT6, Delicate Delinquent
Location: Berroll's Donn


Palso shared a look between both Williams and Yav as he laid his data-pads, star map, and DD diagrams on the desk and then sat down. He unrolled the star map, pointing up to a region of space known as the New Territories and then closer towards the planet of Ansion.

Tim stood and looked down at the starmap, his knuckles on the edge of the coloured flimsi, while the elf leaned forwards, but remained seated, his gaze switching from Palso's face to the map, and back.

"Blue Star Space Station. Today, a struggling business space station; before that, a Old Republic Battle Station before the Battle of Naboo and during the Clone Wars, a Battle Station serving the Clone Army. Later, a Monitoring Station for the Empire watching the Unknown Regions. After being bought out by a business man after the Empire decommissioned the station, it saw its high and lows in business. In my time, after the fall of the Empire at the Battle of Endor-"

Both Mercs exchanged pointed glances at the spoiler.

"-a rust bucket falling apart. Regardless, its been a save haven for smugglers and dealers.

"I looked at what the DD needs. And, without calling attention ourselves like the Javin Bucket did, the best place to get it. I go there, the DD goes opposite. It'll draw any would-be trackers off of trail and confuse the Empire as to what our intentions are. I'll meet up with you guys in the Kingdom of Jod. Which," Jim dug into his vest pocket and handed the elf a data chip, "The only way to enter the Kingdom of Jod without Red Space travel or a sleeper colony ship to span the difference in space travel time. Its a worm hole. Stable, kept up by Royal Intelligence. Outside of the House of Royal Intelligence, us three are the only ones who know its true location. And, without the proper codes which are encrypted on that data chip and will self destruct if anyone tries to access those codes, the cloaked defense grid around the worm hole will blow you to bits."

His face close to the table now, Yavscout gloomily sucked air through his teeth. "Can't say I am overly keen to be taking the 'Delinquent through a wormhole." He looked up at his Chief Engineer. "Would she even make it?"

"I'd have to scan the wormhole; crunch some numbers, but..." Williams looked pensive. "I'd be happier if we installed another capital ship-grade shield generator. We could use it to strengthen her structural integrity for the trip."

Palso continued with the hard sell. "I can get what you need for the DD.-"

"How about a Red Drive so we don't have to go through the wormhole?"

"-Hull plating, weapons, upgrades. You name it. All on the down low too. It'll cost us a lot though. Anyone have a small planet they own for the secrecy it'll take to transport this stuff half way across the galaxy? And buy it in the first place without record?"

Yavscout leaned back in the chair, steepling his fingers over his chest. "Cost us? We don't have a whole lot of assets to sell to raise buying money, Cap'n, and any jobs we take on are supposed to help us gather a fleet of allies, not raise funds."

"Now don't be so hasty, Youngster." Tim interjected, looking back at Yav. "We got a hold full of TIE fighters that we got no use for, and just one of those Sentinel-class landing craft goes for about two-hundred and forty thousand creds, new. We have assets."

"So, we have funds," Yavscout conceded, looking directly at Jim. "Spare planet's no problem. I don't own one, but I can arrange free access to a little mudball called Bogden."

Yav's SGIS' colleague, Mitch Nifesta, got his missiles from there, and the few colonists on that depressing agri-world didn't really care about what happened outside their isolated little towns.
That would not be a problem.

The elf's eventual calm was interrupted by the sharp fleshy sound of the Chief Engineer slapping his own forehead, and looking back at the elf in an apparent dawning realisation. "Patch-4!"

Yav's eyes widened as he remembered the garbage world covered in space wrecks where no less a personage than Captain Rick Taller himself, had said he used the place for spare parts and to pick up new security droids. "Patch-4."

Tim was ignoring the Corellian entirely now, he and Yav staring at each other in disbelief. "How could we have forgotten about it?"

"Low level perception filter...and maybe we're a bit thick! Hey, you think Taller's legs are still there?"

Williams shrugged. "Not much use to him now, even if he hadn't been kidnapped."

"S'pose." The SGIS undercover leaned forward to look at Palso. "Captain, we may have a cheaper option."

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OOC: Yav and Williams' Patch-4 exchange is inspired by the Dr Who episode, 'The Time of Angels'

 

IC: Fress Colias
Mess Hall Sword of Justice

"I know you are worried, and I have a feeling I know what about. Fress, when the time comes please know that I want to help you. For now, is there anything I can do for you?"

Fress gave a short nod. “I appreciate the offer and I will keep it in mind,” she pushed the rest of her plate of her half eaten meal aside. She did feel slightly sick at the thought and didn’t think she could finish it. She took a sip of the tea then placed it down. “Darin came to me just before I woke up. There was an Imperial Raid on Corellia, Brice was taken into Imperial custody, once they realize that he was adopted. It won’t take much for my alias to be blown wide open. I need to get to him before word reaches Vader. Darin and Ahsoka are taking turns keeping watch over him. I’m stuck here while my son is in danger. It’s frustrating.”

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IC: Zieleb-Xan ‘Mac’ Macja
PX-4 MCB, TIE hanger, Delicate Delinquent

Mac weighed the options and realized that he too had not been assigned an actual living space either so that only left the PX-4 in the TIE hanger. They walked down to the hanger in an almost awkward silence. The entire way down Mac kept mulling what he was going to say to her. He really wanted to stay away from the cheesy holo-drama line of ‘it’s not you it’s me’ but really it almost summed it up.

As they settled into the mobile command base Mac just started talking, “Listen Aurora, I’m not sure how to put this because I’m not one hundred percent sure what I’m feeling anymore. All I know is that we got involved with each other at a time when we were both coming down from the emotional high of combat. And ever since then I have noticed things changing.

“I wish I could say, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’, but to be perfectly honest it is you. I landed myself with the MERCs in the midst of the fight over Droxu and mistakenly thought I was rescuing you from that Jod guard in the hanger bay. We got together, headed out on the mission to the Block, got jumped by the Empire, and you froze. I revealed to you my secret, tried to teach you some techniques in the cockpit, and you vanished. I gave you a secure way to contact me and still nothing.

“Now there is this darkness that surrounds you in the Force. It’s like you want people to get close, but still you keep us at an arm’s length. Fress, Master Zat, Kasumi, Havah, we all have tried to help you but you always seem to vanish in on yourself. So before any of us can help you, you need to help yourself.” Mac hesitated to continue, but knew Aurora needed to hear what he was going to say. “The Force has spoken to me and I have seen the dark that clouds your future. I wish there was something that I could do to prevent it from happening, but you are the only person who can help you now.

“Those moments we shared on the Johnny Boy feel like they were a lifetime ago, and that’s saying something coming from an Erphaean. I think what is best, for both of us, is that we leave those moments where they are, in the past. From this moment forward we should just be what we are, mercenaries hired to do a job.”

With that Mac got up and headed out of PX-4.

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IC: Beskaryc Taab/Atin Taab
Crusader.

Taab watched silently as the man came aboard and then aft to the Crusader's lounge. "Thank you, I hope my display of being alone will illustrate my trust in this transition. And you may do a bio scan and find that I have nothing on me other then my person this single sidearm, which you may have. If you'll kill or capture me, I don't think a blaster pistol will do much good against people of your skill."

It wasn't a brave act, simply an acknowledgement of the current situation and an attept to show trust. Taab appreciated it for what it was and looked the weapon over casually before handing it back. "I am a middle man. And, not much more information I can give beyond that. Know that I work for very powerful and very rich people. I have standing orders from my government to investigate any Imperial involvement and anyone who work with them. That is all I can tell you...for now,"

Taab took the credit chip and flipped it over between his gloved fingers several times, but he still said nothing. A middle man. Typical government contract then, the true leadership, the real movers and shakers, never took risks like this. At least not themselves. They left that to underlings, such as the man before him. Taab's eyes darted to Atin behind his T-Visor, hoping that boy had caught that as well. If not he would be reminded of it after this middle man left the ship.

"One thousand credits up front for information, useable information regarding Imperial involvement with a Outlaw Tech ship known as the Javin Bucket, the captured Imperial cruiser Delicate Delinquent, and the mercenaries known as The Mercs . Another five hundred credits to talk with the people higher in rank then me at a different location. Deal?"

The Mercs? There was that name again, and Taab certainly had an interest in them. Just what was this middleman's (and his superior's) interest there? This was an opportunity, but it could also be a wild bantha chase, and the payment was too low if that was going to be the case. He looked around the lounge slowly, as if contemplating the deal as offered, though he had already decided on his next course of action. He came back to look at the middleman now through his T-Visor. "For someone claiming to represent rich and powerful people you sure are lowballing us. Triple your offer and we have a deal."

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OOG:


Sith-I-5, here is the start of the better explained Jod money reserves.



IC: Jacques Petain
Crusader, airless rock


"For someone claiming to represent rich and powerful people you sure are lowballing us. Triple your offer and we have a deal."

"Triple?" Jacques considered his surroundings, both here and elsewhere. Here, the apparent Captain or "leader" of the Crusader was quite honest, handing his blaster back. A course, it could have been a ploy to just murder or capture him as soon as Jacques turned around to leave. But, unless you were a murderer for the pleasure of taking someone's life---which Jacques found beyond thought---you wouldn't be taking this much time to do it already....and by the armored mercenaries' equipment, they hadn't spent a life time doing such things to their future clients. It would have been bad for business and future client referrals.

Now to second thought. He was too low of a rank to know the "true" answer to this thought, but he did have his brother in the House of Royal Intelligence to know a few things "unofficially" that "officially" didn't exist. One of those things was the Kingdom of Jod business interests in the outside galaxy in connection with the super secret Corellian organization known as The Organization. Officially for the super secret Corellian spy and mercenary network, the Kingdom of Jod didn't exist; even their own top level field agents were told the same "party line," so in case they were ever captured, no links could be made. Unofficially, through shell corporations between the Kingdom of Jod and The Organization in hundreds of small business ventures across the galaxy with Corellian ties, surplus money that would go to the CEO and Board of the Directors went to the Kingdom of Jod instead; the "CEO's" and "Board of Directors" were Organization or Royal Intelligence agents working for the Corellian and Jod spy networks. Many of these "small business ventures" were multi-billion credit revenue ventures, most often flying under the "big corporate" radar for hundreds of years, dealing on planetary and star system levels too "small" for the larger galaxy-spanning corporations to bother with. Multiple businesses, multiple accounts where the credits went. When someone ever snooped around too much, the House of Royal Intelligence was there to make sure no loose ends existed...in fact, in many cases, the person ceased to exist from all governmental record in the known galaxy.

If the Galactic Republic, Galactic Empire, or the Rebel Alliance ever knew how entrenched the House of Royal Intelligence was to their civilian business corporations, educational institutes and colleges, news corporations, and even their most sophisticated intelligence networks, the shock would kill most---but the Jod ever hardly used this advantage against others, even in times when the galaxy was at the brink of war and millions or billions would die in the coming conflict. The Jod only used their advantage in terms of safe guarding Jod, the Prophecy, or helping those in need and bringing justice to the galaxy in a quiet, but profound way. Never too loud to be found, yet never too softly to be investigated. Just right as to stay unknown.

The Secret Galactic Intelligence Service had some close, too close, in identifying the House of Royal Intelligence, the Organization, and the shell corporations one time many, many years ago. Whatever the "result" of that was, Jacques didn't know, only his brother did. But he was sure it was because the SGIS and Royal Intelligence came to a mutual understanding for the better good of the galaxy...or so he would have been lead to believe. Whatever the circumstances in terms of money or other services transferred between both sides was, Jacques didn't know, or even if it ever happened. And he was sure if he asked, he would have Royal Intelligence knocking on his door next to ask a few questions. It wasn't like Royal Intelligence didn't know about the SGIS snooping around and it wasn't like the SGIS didn't know that the House of Royal Intelligence was watching them closely. It was all shadows and mirrors, one of the many reasons why Jacques had chosen the armed services and his double college bachelor brother by age of 18 had gone into the House of Royal Intelligence. All of those partying nights had caught up to Jacques, while his grade hawk brother stayed home and studied and studied and studied.

So, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't like the Jod---or more precisely the House of Royal Intelligence---didn't have money to burn. Hell, they could wipe their faces with it after a meal. And with all the cost-cutting measures the armed forces of Jod had taken over the years, even the cost-cutting measures of their civilian way of life in the home planet of Jod, Jacques could only wonder where all those extra credits saved over hundreds of years went to. It didn't go to the military paychecks, that much was clear. A secret military build-up or maybe a secretly owned planet? The possibilities were endless, assuming the money went where it was supposed to...which got Jacques thinking: it now made sense why their civilian college and military schools were so good at what they taught, they had the money to support better education.

Jacques looked at the mercenary leader, "Deal," and handed over the necessary credits.


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IC: Kasumi
Mess Hall

“Darin came to me just before I woke up. There was an Imperial Raid on Corellia, Brice was taken into Imperial custody, once they realize that he was adopted. It won’t take much for my alias to be blown wide open. I need to get to him before word reaches Vader. Darin and Ahsoka are taking turns keeping watch over him. I’m stuck here while my son is in danger. It’s frustrating.”

Kasumi nudged the food back over towards Fress. "You need to eat a bit more my friend. I know you are worried, but there is no reason for you not to eat and regain your strength. Without your strength you are not going to be at your best. And if I read you right, you always want to be at your best. Do you know any more as to why they would take Brice if he was adopted? There are a lot of children out there that are adopted. Are you worried that they will do a DNA test on him in order to find you?"

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IC: Yoda
Dagobah


Yoda shuffled into his hut, going quickly to warm up his little home with heat from the stew pot. After that was done, he sat down next to it, warming his wrinkled green hands. Yes, he had felt her. Kasumi. The Watchman had taken his words and had done what she felt best: go to the Mercs. Yes, distances had been great for the Master and Student since she had left Dagobah. But, it seemed, that the Force had brought the Student close again to the Master.

Yoda had stayed quiet, but he knew Kasumi had felt him. Least he broadcast himself in hopes of connecting to his Student, the Emperor's spies would have surely known he was alive. Yes, his first trek away from Dagobah since his home here, but one that had carried many risks with it. Too many if the Emperor would of found out where he was hiding.

No, for now, he had to stay hidden. Obi-Wan Kenobi was keeping an eye on the boy on Tatooine, while Bail Organa kept an eye on the girl on Alderaan; while "keeping an eye on" the girl was a bit of a under statement and rather "trying to keep up" was more accurate of the girl's tendency to do some rather...rash things like lead the Rebel Alliance. Nothing too major, right...considering you were a Imperial Senator during the day and had visits with the Emperor, the evil ruler that you were trying to destroy. Maybe if Obi-Wan could keep the boy quiet on Tatooine, Yoda wouldn't feel like the worrying grandfather about his grandchildren!

Yoda calmed himself. He was old and needed a nap. Yes, a nap. The youngsters of the galaxy were making him older everyday. At least Kasumi made him feel like he did something right with the younger generation.

Soon, he wished to see Kasumi. But for now, a old friend came to visit. Yoda smiled as Qui-Gon Jinn's Force Ghost appeared in his hut, "Too long old friend."

Qui-Gon Jinn smiled, "Yes. But I come with a warning. And with hope."


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IC: Jim Palso
Ready Room, Delicate Delinquent, Berroll's Donn star system



"S'pose." The SGIS undercover leaned forward to look at Palso. "Captain, we may have a cheaper option."

"Really?" Palso sat down in the chair for him, leaning back and resting his right leg half bent sideways over his left thigh; he crossed his arms over his chest (not in anger, but in interest) and said, "Tell me..."


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IC: Jason Lasso
Guest Quarters, Sword of Justice, Northern Stretch


Lasso snapped awake. H rubbed his blurry eyes as he looked at his chrono. How long had he been asleep? None of it really mattered, only that he was awake and he felt rested. The memories he had lived through in his dreams must have exhausted him to the point of passing out some time later on. Better that they stay memories and not relive themselves in the world of the present.

Getting up, Lasso threw on some causal clothes: tan cargo pants with a blaster belt around his waist, black boots, a blue shirt, and his Mercs Jacket. He reflected on the jacket. He had received his jacket after the Events at Asteroid One...but were those Mercs still here? Or, had the Mercs become lost in this Jod Prophecy? Who were the Mercs fighting for anymore? Were they fighting for Jod or for themselves? Who were the Mercs anymore?

Instructing Dude, his astromech to stay behind and recharge, Lasso headed out of his quarters. His stomach was raging for food.

Reaching the local Mess Hall, Lasso didn't think much about sensing the Force or looking for who's who when he entered. He kept to himself, looking half asleep still, and not kept up in the grooming department what-so-ever. A 3 day old shave covered his face, his hair which had grown out looked shaggy, and his his consistent yawning all told the story of someone who didn't want to be bothered at the moment.

Throwing the military-grade mess hall glop on his tray, Lasso went to go find a seat...


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IC: Captain Yavscout, Chief Tim Williams, ready room, Delicate Delinquent
Location: Berroll's Donn


"Really? Tell me..."

"The Mercs..." Yav hesitated. Taller wanted the planetoid kept secret, but Palso was a Merc too, now, wasn't he? "...have a garbage world whereCaptain Taller used to frequent, plunder the wrecks for the good of the team."

Williams, still standing at the side of the table, looked down at the elf. "Captain? How about Palso does his thing, his way, with a shopping list from us; and we take the DD over Patch-4 to secure and install a better shield generator to bolster our defenses."

Yav looked from one of his officers to the other. "Works for me."

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IC: Jim Palso
Ready Room, Delicate Delinquent, Berroll's Donn star system


Palso stood up, clasping his hands together, and looked at Williams, "I'll be in the hanger bay Chief getting the Hunk of Junk ready. Get me that finalized checking list in," Jim checked his wrist chrono and looked back up at Williams, "In one hour. With the Captain's approval," Palso looked at Yav, "I'll be departing in that time frame...?"


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OOG: Working on a college paper today, but I don't think it'll take too long. Just have to do some research together really quick and piece the paper together. Should be back online within a few hours. As soon as you get a tag back to me Sith, I'll have a longer post ready for Palso's departure.

 

IC: Captain Sard(SG-12), next to the Hard Eight
Location: Ord Pardon


The Sardonic Gully Jumper had settled into the shadow cast by the much larger Lancer-class frigate, and an armed Sard, flanked by two stormtroopers stepped onto the cooling sands, his boots sinking into the deep granules with every step, got hustled hurriedly up the frigate's boarding ramp into the air-conditioned staging area where the Gully Jumper lived, along with the shuttle they had lost during the 'Delinquent mission.

"Welcome back, Captain." Saluted one of the crewmembers inside the ship.

"We were lucky, Sir." opined one of his stormtrooper guards as he now led their trio to the nearest set of turbolifts.

"Funny. I don't feel lucky," Sard seethed. He was mad as heck, furious at the unprovoked attack on his people. "Who the hell were those people? The Rebels?"

"I am reviewing the footage now, Sir." Sard knew the trooper was referring to the record and playback facility that the white helmet was capable off. "No obvious signage on the vehicles or shuttles that I saw, though admittedly, only certain Rebel units are into that kind of advertising. They were too trained to be pirates, Sir."

The turbolift doors opened onto the bridge.

"Where are they now?" He demanded as he stepped out onto the littered command deck. The place was bathed in blue lighting, and several, too many, metal panels were exposed, showing wires and fibre-optics.

"The hostiles have mostly evac'd the star system, Captain." The sensor operator reported, not needing to ask who 'they' were.

"Mostly?" Sard echoed, dropping huffily into a nearby seat while his new guards hovered.

"The forces that attacked you retreated to the capital ship we warned you about, and that jumped to lightspeed, while a smaller vessel and two Aggresive ReCon-170 fighters departed planetary interface and went after the Crusader beyond our sensor range. Could still be in-system, or maybe they have gone."

Sard spun slowly in the chair. "I am not happy not knowing what is going on."

"Hard Eight from starfighter, Chris Torrent. Have answered your distress signal. How do you copy?"

The captain and sensor officer exchanged glances at the voice filtering out of the communications console.

Sard gestured that they should answer. "Have him check out where we got attacked, see if there are any survivors, or enemy dead."

"Sir. Chris Torrent from the Hard Eight. Many thanks for responding. I am sending you the coordinates for where the captain was attacked. Please can you do a fly-past for survivors?"

The response came back straight away. "Understood. On the way."

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IC: Fress Colias
Sword of Justice Mess Hall

"You need to eat a bit more my friend. I know you are worried, but there is no reason for you not to eat and regain your strength. Without your strength you are not going to be at your best. And if I read you right, you always want to be at your best. Do you know any more as to why they would take Brice if he was adopted? There are a lot of children out there that are adopted. Are you worried that they will do a DNA test on him in order to find you?"

Fress glanced down at the bowl with a frown. “Obi-Wan said something similar,” she commented dryly as she slowly ate another piece. “I made sure Brice’s documents could not be linked back to me. The problem is if they do a maternal test, then they will know the death scene was a set up. As far as the Imperials are concerned, I’m no longer alive.”

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IC: Kasumi
Mess Hall

“Obi-Wan said something similar,” she commented dryly as she slowly ate another piece. “I made sure Brice’s documents could not be linked back to me. The problem is if they do a maternal test, then they will know the death scene was a set up. As far as the Imperials are concerned, I’m no longer alive.”

Kasumi smiled at the mention of Obi-Wan. That was a name she hadn't heard in a while, and was someone she would like to see again soon. She had already sensed her master earlier, and she knew that he had done that on purpose. To be so close to him again....and then not....was a lot to take in. It meant to her that he was still alive and the emperor had not found him....and that was all she needed to know.

"Well, maybe C.T. and Circuit can help once we meet up with them again. They could keep an eye on the Imperials, and may be able to steer them in the wrong direction as to who the mother is. It's a long shot, but it may by the time that we need. And, they can see what the reason was that the family was arrested to start with. Something tells me that a disease was probably not the cause."

Kasumi took another sip of her tea and snacked on the small amount of food that was infront of her. The space diet still hadn't really settled in her stomach as quickly as she would have liked, but it was better this way too. She was allowing her body to adjust slowly, and that was good. She also has seen Lasso walk in.

"Fress, is it just me in this or is there something different about Lasso. Not quite dark, but not quite light either. I think the pain that has stayed hidden is being coaxed to the surface more and more. Not to mention the attitude he gave when the rescue team came.....and the Sith he thinks he can face on his own. I fear that he is going to try to do too much on his own, not realizing the group that is behind him has the same goals, maybe not the same means to the end, but the same goals. I can only hope that he will not destroy himself or others before he learns this."

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