Beyond - Legends Rebellion Book 1: No Rest For The Wicked (Updated 7/27)

Title: Rebellion Book 1: No Rest For The Wicked
Author: Nightvision91
Timeline: ABY 230
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and so do all his characters. Any characters created by the numerous Authors of Star Wars material belongs to them+ any characters I created belong to me.
I am making no money off this and I hope you enjoy this exciting adventure.
Characters: Mostly all OC's
Notes: I hope you all enjoy this story!


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Rebellion: Prologue
“No Rest For The Wicked”

The Rodian fell to the floor with a thud making it the only noise heard in the entire room. All the other patrons of the Cantina that were still alive were huddled together in a group surrounded by Sith troopers. Blaster smoke still filled the air as some Sith moved the bodies of the array of patrons who had chosen the wrong day to visit the cantina. Darth Trucido looked down at the Rodian he had just dealt with spitting down at the useless waste of his time. He scanned the room taking in what he had been told was a safe house for Rebels operating out of this area. So far his men had searched the entire building, and had found not even a single trace that Rebels used this location. If they had then they had covered their tracks far better than he had been prepared for. However it was his job to find any information on the nuisance the Rebels had been to the Empire.

“My Lord we’ve searched the surrounding area.” A trooper said marching over to him. Trucido could feel the fear inside the trooper as the man paused a few feet away from him. Trucido had earned a reputation for not favoring those who brought him bad news. In fact his latest informant lay dead near the entrance of the cantina. His head however had rolled near the center where the Rodian lay. “Our equipment has picked up no sign of any hidden doors, or underground facilities.”

“I want all of them placed in the center of the room.” Trucido said in a low dark tone. Not even daring to question him the trooper began to issue the order. Trucido smiled at the screams of cantina patrons as they were ushered like animals. Some of the troopers slammed their weapons into the backs of those who tried to make a break for it. “You all chose a very bad day to come out here. I can be a generous person. However I have grown irked by these Rebels. Now you all get to enjoy what they will get in time.”

“Please we don’t support the Rebels at all! We have children with us!” One human male cried from the crowd. A trooper fired a blaster into the air to silence the room as others began to speak out. Trucido motioned for the troopers to move back to the entrance. Removing his hood he revealed a face of a human that by all means seemed normal. In fact others had said that he was an attractive man by all means. Yet it was his blood red eyes which gave people their nightmares.

“That touches my heart.” Trucido said smiling at them. He turned to his troops who knew well enough what was about to happen. One of them pulled out the equipment that would be used to broadcast this message across the galaxy. A sinister laugh came from Trucido as he turned back to them and raised his hands into the air. Electricity poured from his finger tips, and slammed into the crowd sending everyone to their knees. Screams filled the room as Trucido did not stop until all of the room grew quiet once more.

“Let it be known that I will find you Rebels.” Trucido said as he put his cloak back over his face. None of the troopers said a word as he made his way to the entrance. A Duro reached its hand up for help, but Trucido merely motioned for his forces to shoot anyone who remained alive. “I want this disgusting place wiped off the planet. Inform our dear friend Lord Izon that his information has run dry lately. I would hate to report to the Council of her failures.”

 

The Sith are ruling again in the future and treating rebels like scum

 

It seems that way indeed Earlybird. Thanks for the read!

 

Rebellion
“No Rest For The Wicked”
Serota, Outer Rim –
The Darling Jawa dropped out of hyperspace in a shape that made it seem like it was about to fall apart at any minute. In fact as it moved towards the small system a piece off the aft hull broke off , and drifted into the darkness of space. It almost slammed into a transport that was making its way out of the system which raised the ire of the Captain aboard it.

“Maybe don’t go so close to me next time?” Avena Ray commented over the comm as she fiddled with the control panel. The reply she got back from the Duro made it clear she would get no such apology. In fact the transport came so close to ramming her that she had to send the Jawa diving down into the midst of Serota traffic. “Fine don’t have any manners towards a lady. Knowing the way the Galaxy works you’ll need my help down the line.” She shouted weaving the Jawa through the massive lanes of shipping traffic trying to get to Serota. If she had to guess it seemed like the families that ran the small planet had picked up their security scans. That meant more credit out of her pocket to pay the smuggling haven. Which also meant she would have to scavenge for enough to pay for a simple meal.

“Transport 1123J we’re picking up that you’re leaking drive core.” Serota security, or mostly hired gun said to her. She picked up three of their fighters approaching her as she leaned back in her chair. For once she thought she had gotten out of a job cleanly, but it appeared that the Jawa had once again been shot to kingdom come. “Want to tell us what you’ve got that made you such a target? Seems like you were a big target for someone to shoot at you so much.”

“Oh you know just the latest fashion from the Core.” Avena replied in a sarcastic tone. She knew well enough that the ships were trying to get scan on her haul, but wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what she had. Unless the smuggling clans had poured in an immense amount of credits for some new gear she hadn’t heard about yet. “Imperials have some of the best taste if you ask me. There’s some lovely lady attire I could give you. Might go nice with your eyes.”

“Don’t waste my time. You’ll be charged double fees to land. Plus two thousand for what you’re leaking into the traffic.” The security officer stated clearing just making up the prices. Still she knew better than to argue with them. She had witnessed a poor refugee who had been taken for nearly five thousand. “We’ll escort you down to your landing bay. You know the rules of the land I take it?”

“Not my first time riding a Rancor.” She replied as the security fighters lead her towards the planet. Her eyes caught an array of other security vessels doing the same job on a number of other ships still waiting to land. “You guys have picked up security around here. Some big party going on you want everyone to play fairly on?”

“You check the holos at all?” One security pilot asked as they led her to the far end of Serota’s capital city Krako. By all means it was a beautiful city that could rival any in the Galaxy. Save for it was one of the most corrupt, and had the underground networks to rival what the Hutts used to have. A landing pad that seemed close to falling apart seemed to be her destination.

“Last job had me a little too busy to check up on the state of our great Galaxy.” She replied honestly knowing that the pilots would ask what it was. However do to the honor code the underworld had they wouldn’t push her on it.

“Seems that a cantina in the mid-rim got the Sith clean out a few days back.” One pilot stated as Avena started her landing sequence. The Jawa creaked and groaned as if it would fall apart in a matter of seconds. “Big Sith Lord had the scene broadcasted across the Galaxy. Apparently it was a message to the Rebels. Not that it will do any good.”
“Don’t believe in the Rebels?” She asked taking in the latest news. A Sith clean out had become a common thing in the Galaxy. Still thinking of all those who died merely to send a message was a hard thing for anyone to take in.

“As a kid sure. It was a good bed time story to hear.” The pilot answered honestly as Avena made her way to the landing ramp from the Jawa. It took her a while to fiddle with it to lower as she made her way to the cargo hold. “Now from what goes around they got wiped out. Sith are just making sure no one else tries anything.” The pilot finished as the squad headed back to the traffic that awaited them. Avena didn’t say anymore as she tied her long blond hair back in so it would be out of her eyes. She hadn’t been able to check on the state of the cargo since she had left the Mid-Rim in a hurry. Being chased down by Sith gave little time to be sure you would get a decent pay.

“Alright looks like you all held up rather well….” She muttered to herself thankful none of the containers had been cracked. The temptation to check them was almost irresistible, but she held herself in check. She could guess the containers held a number of things from weapons, or the latest drug. It didn’t matter to her. The Empire had made it clear that any smuggling would be met with arrest if you were lucky, but most of the time it was death. A clicking sound caused her to draw her blaster in a second as she turned back to the containers.

“Hello? Captain Ray?” A voice called turning her attention from the noise she had heard. Taking a deep breath she tried to refocus herself as she headed to the landing ramp. Standing at the bottom of the ramp was an elderly man who seemed a tad impatient as he looked up at her. “I’ve been checking the security channel for days wondering when you would arrive. I’m Liam the one who hired you.”

“Nice to finally meet the one paying for the repairs of my ship.” She replied in her best Captain tone she could manage. She had imagine Liam to be more of a younger fellow, but by the looks of him he seemed more than able to handle himself. The beard which covered his face also covered a scar that ran from his left ear to the base of his neck that she noted.

“Does seem like you had your share of trouble.” Liam admitted as she motioned for him to come aboard. For a brief second she thought she noticed an object strapped to his belt, but she brushed that from her mind. Everyone in the Galaxy these days had a weapon on them at all times. “I hope it wasn’t too much of a challenge for you?”

“No running from a Sith Cruiser is what I do on a daily basis.” She said with a grin that he did not return. His eyes were only locked on the cargo crates that had taken up space in her ship. Again she heard the odd sound as Liam seemed to pay it no mind. “Still got to admit it was odd to be chased down for a simple smuggling run.” She admitted hoping to get some sort of answer from him. Instead he merely dropped down to a knee to run a hand across one of the containers.

“Well let me buy you a drink for your troubles at least.” He offered getting back to his feet. Looking at him closely now she could see he had more scars that ran from his face, and even his arms. Whatever life this man led was one that had its share of trouble. “Then I can pay you for your hard work, and also see if the new cantina has anything good to eat.”

“Good I was going to hassle for more pay anyway”. Avena admitted as she led Liam back outside of the ship. As the landing ramp closed the older man led her towards the market district where one could buy a variety of illegal things if they so chose. Leaving the docking bay six figures emerged from the shadow, and began to follow them.

 

trouble is brewing. A nice update

 

Man, this Darth Trucido is creepy. I'm really enjoying your characters. Great start.

 

Rebellion
“No Rest For The Wicked”
Imperial Information Network, Coruscant –

Lord Izon stood facing the view of the Capital City before her. Her eyes were shut, but she reached out and felt the energy of the city. She held her hands behind her back as her hood covered her Twi’lek face in the darkness of the room. It was law within the Information Network that little light could be used. She had thrived in the depths of darkness as a child. Her former master had once blinded her for three months forcing her to use only her hatred of him to find her way out of the mine he had dropped her in. Now she had used that hatred, and power to establish herself in this spot of power. She wished she could have been there when the Sith had taken this world from the broken Galactic Alliance. To witness the greatness of their power. Instead she had been stuck working on jamming the Alliance communications. Though she had watched the vids with awe as the Sith Elite had landed in front of the Jedi Temple. A smile still touched her face when she recalled seeing so many Jedi fall.


“Lord Izon?” Her aide Lieutenant Zan asked breaking her from the memories. She tensed slightly to let Zan know he had chosen the wrong time to disturb her. Though Zan had been the best aide she could find he knew well enough this was her time to focus on the greatness of the Sith. “There is a message from Lord Trucido. I was told it is the utmost urgency you reply.”


“I assume this has to do with his recent slaughter.” Izon commented turning back to her aide. He kept his posture perfect as he looked down at the ground. She had made it known that no one was able to look her in the eye save for her fellow Sith. All else were beneath her, and not worthy of that honor. Zan turned and led her towards her massive desk that sat in the middle of the massive room. “This is will another waste of time. I want you to look into those reports of Pirate activity near the Mid-Rim in the meantime Lieutenant.” She ordered as she took her seat. Zan bowed low as he turned and left the room. Tapping a button a hologram of Trucido appeared a few feet away from her.


“I was prepared to receive one of your many excuses for not being able to speak with me Grand Inquisitor.” Trucido said with disgust in his voice. As usual The Emperor’s Kath Hound as he was referred to spoke to her with his hood covering his face. Izon could tell he was upset which clearly meant this discussion was already pointless. “Did I thank you for that information about the Rebel Cell? I must tell you that it was as usual useless.”


“Should I remind you that I said it would become a Rebel Cell in time?” Izon began as if talking to a student. She kept her composure knowing that Trucido wanted to elicit a reaction from her. If she gave one he would inform the High Council that perhaps she had lost her use as Grand Inquisitor. It was no secret amongst the Empire that he wanted her position. “That my sources had told me that the Rebels were in talk of moving supplies there. It was their hopes to create a small haven for them in that sector. Now however thanks to your eagerness, and urge to create attention the Rebels will vanish even more.”


“Had you listened to me earlier Inquisitor the Rebels would have been wiped out months ago at Rhen Var.” Trucido sneered pointing a condemning finger at her. As she imagined he still held a grudge for the loss he had received from the handful of Rebels that had escaped his attack on their hiding spot. Even though he had caught his fair share he had urged the High Council to launch a full attack to wipe them all out.


“Should I pass that onto the High Council when I speak to them today? I am sure they would be pleased to hear about your displeasure in their commands.” She said in a tone that held no emotion in it. Trucido did not flinch from her threat, but merely laughed his sinister laugh that he used to show his pride.


“Always using the Council as something to hide behind.” He retorted as his gaze focused to something she couldn’t see. For a moment she thought perhaps he would simply shut down the channel, but instead he returned his attention to her. “That is the difference between you and I. I do what the Council truly needs. You are simply something they put up with.”


“Yes that is why you report to me.” Izon said with a sinister smile upon her face. This hit the mark as Trucido clenched his fist, and made it clear his anger at her. One day she would crack him, and then she could be done with him. “Now shall we continue to banter, or would you like the information I have?”


“I’d rather go to Black Sun.” He replied gravely not looking at her anymore. This was no revelation to her. Word had reached her that the Sith Lord had hired numerous people inside Black Sun to feed him information so he wouldn’t need Izon.


“Yes and we would have yet another mess caused by you to handle.” She corrected him as she looked down at her mechanical right hand that she moved. She tapped a button on her desk as an image of a planet appeared. This made Trucido look somewhat interested as he took in the planet. “I’m sure you are familiar with Serota. An out of the way system run by a crime family.”


“Yes I believe it was Lord Xion who allowed them to continue their business for their help in crippling the Galactic Alliance in that sector.” Trucido said reciting it as if he was a student once again. All Sith had been through the years of history of their order.


“Well done.” Izon stated as she leaned back in her seat. A door to her right slowly slid open as she merely motioned for the new arrival to remain where they were. “A few days ago there was transport of ours attacked at a refueling station in the Mid-Rim. From what reports we received it was a smuggler who just arrived at Serota. The transport was carrying weapons, and also droids to be sent to the capital.”


“You want me to chase down a Smuggler?” Trucido asked disgusted about the idea.


“No I want you to track down someone whom I believe has ties to the Rebels.” Izon began in a serious tone. She looked directly at her Sith ally as he seemed to still be not interested. “Or would you like the Rebels to receive more weapons? Perhaps you could even find a Jedi….” She let the last word linger knowing the rage it would create within the man. For a moment he remained silent as he looked down at something she couldn’t see.


“You have a unit on the system?” He asked.


“Yes I do. It’s a small reconnaissance unit. Nothing serious that would do well in capturing this Smuggler. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if they all were taken out.” She admitted not caring for the loss of life in the slightest. In fact she rather enjoyed finding those individuals who she wished she could cut down herself.


“I will handle this.” Trucido said as the hologram vanished. A massive Wookie appeared at Izon’s side as she got to her feet. The wicked grin still upon her face. If worse came to worse the Smuggler would die, and then she could report to the Council how her friend had failed once again. The Wookie grumbled that it was time to go as she allowed it to lead her out of her office.


“I foresee that our dear little Trucido won’t be off his chain for much longer.” She stated with pride.

 

The plot thickens! I like Izon. Very evil yet intelligent. Great update.

 

Thanks for the read. Yes Izon is someone who has many plans in motion at once.

 

Trouble for the rebels?
Izon is a powerful character

 

“No Rest For The Wicked”

Avena found it almost impossible with Liam as he weaved his way through the crowd with somewhat of a certain grace attached to him. So far she had run into four people while he led her to this cantina he had talked about. Thankfully he had intervened when she had knocked down a poor Duros who worked at the docks. Picking up her pace she walked alongside of the old man as he pointed to what looked like more of an abandoned building.


“Don’t let the looks deceive you.” He began as if reading her mind. For some reason she felt the urge to keep a hand on her blaster as they approached it. Two men walked out of the cantina, and one of them threw up almost on her feet. The other laughed before he fell down to the ground with a thud from over drinking. “This is the best spot on this planet. Patrons can be hit or miss, but you won’t find a better cantina.” He added as they entered the cantina. It was rather small inside when she looked around. It only had a few tables scattered across it, and the bar seemed almost empty save for a Devorian working behind it.


“Grey beard good to see you!” The Devorian said revealing its razor sharp teeth. Liam nodded to the bartender as he led Avena to a table near the back of the cantina. They passed a group of Aliens who were engrossed in a game that involved taking shots of some drink, and then apparently arm wrestling with another. “Shall I get the usual for you? Or perhaps I can tempt you with the newest shipment we got from Tatooine?”


“I’ll have to pass today doing business.” Liam replied as the Devorian nodded its understanding. Without missing a beat it turned to a group of six people who had walked in. It went into a speech about welcoming them to the Cantina, and that any violence would be met with double the violence. “If you believe it he used to be an aide to a Senator back with the Galactic Alliance.”


“Now he runs a Cantina?” Avena asked wondering how an individual went from an aide to running a Cantina close to falling apart. The six new arrivals sat a few tables away from them, but seemed engrossed in their own discussion. She didn’t pay them any attention as she was ready to get her payment, and look for another job.


“Galaxy gets turned upside down you get whatever job pays.” Liam admitted as he pulled out a datapad from the pack he was wearing. For a brief moment he looked about the Cantina, and then returned to the datapad. He slid it across the table so that Avena could look at it. “My employer is prepared to pay you the agreed upon 5,000 for retrieving the shipment. Also another 3,000 for bringing it here as quickly as possible.” He said as she studied the contract they had agreed upon. She let out a whistle at 8,000 credits she had just picked up. It was the most she had been paid in a long time, and she might even be able to properly pay for repairs to her ship.


“Didn’t think you would pay the full amount.” She admitted handing the datapad back to him. One of the Aliens who had been playing the game passed out onto the ground as the Devorian cheered at this. The Alien’s friends if you could call them that began to pickpocket him for anything he had on him within seconds. “Usually I get some line about how I was late, or that the price had been changed. I should have found work with your employer a lot sooner.”


“Well my employer likes to stay under the radar.” Liam said in a soft tone to make his point clear. When she had received this job she had begun running through all the possible people she had just signed up to do this job for. She had been able to scratch some out, but was still left with a number of unknowns. “However if you would like to receive an additional 5,000 I do have another job that I would like to offer you.”


“I don’t sleep with anyone who could be my father.” She replied off the cuff realizing how stupid she must have sounded. Her eyes fell upon the floor as Liam merely looked back at her, and let out a laugh.


“Thank you for sharing that.” He said still laughing as he changed into a serious tone. Again he looked at the six people who had arrived only a few moments after them. One of them seemed to have moved a little closer to their table. “I need transport to somewhere rather quickly. In fact I am sure my employer would give you 7,000 to bring me along with the supplies to the location I’d give you.”


“7,000 just for a transport?” She said stunned at the stroke of luck she had finally run into. All her life it had seemed she only got the worst the Galaxy could offer. A drunk gambling father who had vanished after making bets he couldn’t pay up on. A ship that was closer to falling apart in a matter of seconds. “I take it you won’t tell me it now?” She asked hoping that the old man would crack. Instead he merely kept his stone face as she felt a hand upon her shoulder.


“Yes why don’t you share with us where you plan on going.” The man said as Avena turned to see it was one of the six who had come in after them. His friends had also gotten to their feet as she noticed some of them pulling out blasters. However a wave of fear ran down her spine as she saw the one who had a hand on her shoulder had a lightsaber in another hand. “I am sure the Empire would love to go along with you. In fact why don’t you let us pilot in our ship?” The man offered looking only at Liam.


“I’m terribly sorry, but this is only a two person trip.” Liam said shaking his head. The others in the Cantina had moved away from their tables unsure about what was about to occur. Taking a deep breath Liam looked at the man who had spoken to them. “Now I must ask that you remove your hand from my pilot. If anything were to happen to her I would be stuck on this planet.”


“Speak with respect to a Sith.” The man said clamping his hand down tighter on Avena’s shoulder. His grip seemed more like a machine as pain raced through her shoulder. Her hand clasped her blaster as she caught Liam’s gaze. His eyes seemed to be telling her to keep calm. “Now you two will come with us. Then we can talk about your employers who I am sure would love to meet us…..” He began as the next second he went flying across the room. He slammed into the far wall, and slid down to the floor as Avena pulled out her blaster and rolled to her left.


“Jedi!” The Sith roared getting back to his feet. He pulled out his lightsaber igniting it as the others with him began firing towards Liam and Avena. She barely managed to rolled behind one of the tables as she looked over at where Liam stood. He seemed to change right in front of her as he stood up straight, and held a green lightsaber in his hand.


“Yes. The ghost stories are true.” Liam said as he deflected some of the blaster bolts with ease.

 

Love to see the Jedi appearing. An exciting update

 

“No Rest For The Wicked”

Cathedral Casino, Orbiting Ryloth –

“These new dancers you hired seem a little under my expectations. I had such high hopes from what you had reported MC4.” Tarko Var said walking past the newest additions to his casino for the fifth time now. Every so often he would stop, and study one of the hopefuls who had been waiting hours for him to make a decision. He looked at a female Zarbrak that merely made him shake his head. No one would pay to watch any of these dance. In fact they would probably pay for them to go away. Anyone who wanted a job on the Cathedral knew how long it took just to be able to get an interview there. Thousands were turned away dashing the dream of working on the most popular Casino in the Galaxy.


“My apologies master.” The assistant droid stated turning to face its master. MC4 had been around long enough to see how Tarko treated anyone who disappointed him. In fact only two days ago his master had destroyed two Assassin droids who had failed to handle dealing with someone who owed Tarko a great deal of money. “I followed the orders you had laid out for me. These were the best applicants for the new club you opened.”


“Best to be working in the docking bays.” Tarko grunted motioning for them to be lead out of his sight. Snapping his fingers one of his many aides walked over with his usual strong drink. He drank it in mere seconds as he tossed the glass onto the ground. The Twi’lek celebrity as many viewed him fell down onto one of his many seats, and looked at the massive monitor which gave him views of every section in the casino. “Where have all the beautiful girls gone off too MC4? Do you remember when I hired that lovely human female? Why can’t there be more like her?” He groaned snapping for another drink to be brought his way.


“I do not know how to answer that Master.” MC4 admitted as Tarko scratched his head for a few moments. He sat up in his chair as he noticed a small fight break out between some patrons in the death match arenas. It was broken up in mere seconds as security fell upon the disturbers of Tarko’s favorite sport. “It could be a number of reasons why good work has been hard to find. Perhaps it has to do with the Empire.”


“Everyone blames the Empire for everything. Need I remind you MC4 just how many Imperial officers we have at this Casino right now? They basically paid for the new additions we added.” Tarko replied getting up from his seat. On another monitor he watched such an Imperial officer enjoying a private dance in one of the back rooms.

A grin came upon Tarko’s face as he imagined the credits he would rake in from this.

“That or those Rebels.” He added with disdain in his voice. Mentioning the Rebels made him clench his fist in anger. The whole Galaxy was an utter mess to him. There was no way to be on one side if he planned to keep his small business alive. Though he knew well enough how it usually would end. The Sith no matter how hard one person tried in the end would always prevail.


“Sir if I am not mistaken do you not send supplies to the Rebels? Unless I am mistaken you also give the Sith information on your associates within Black Sun.” MC4 commented as Tarko turned on him in an instant. A blaster appeared in his hand as he aimed it at the droids head. The look that the Casino owner gave was one of utter fury as he kept the blaster next to the droid. “Are not one of my orders to keep in contact with a Rebel whom we send the supplies to?”


“Let me make a few things utterly clear to you MC4.” Tarko said in a whisper that only the droid could pick up. For a moment he didn’t say anything else as he took a deep breath to calm himself. Though he could easily afford a new droid MC4 had been his most trusted of them all.

“I hate the Sith, and I hate the Rebels. Both of them have left scars that I will never forgive them for. I have only one reason to help those Rebels. One reason, and if that reason goes away I will personally lead the Empire to the Rebels. The same goes for the Sith Spawn themselves. There is no black and white to this Galaxy anymore. Just what you can hold onto.”


“Understood Master.” MC4 replied as Tarko stepped back to view the monitors again. He placed the blaster back in its hidden location as he clasped his hands behind him. “Considering your current state should I tell the Rebel contact that you are unable to meet with them?”


“She’s here already?” Tarko asked turning back to the droid. There was genuine interest in his voice as he couldn’t help but crack a small smile. He tapped a button on the console as the only image on the screen was of a young female Twi’lek who matched his blue skin tone. At the moment she seemed to be talking to a small droid that rolled along after her.

“No we can make time for her MC. Tell her we can meet she knows the way. She is my daughter after all.”


The Darling Jawa, Serota –
The lid to the container slid off slamming into the floor as the figure inside got to his feet. He let out a sigh of utter relief as he took a deep breath of fresh air for what felt like the first time in years. Aches ran throughout his body as he had been cramped into that container for days now. He would have to talk to his friends about who they hired for this mission. A series of beeps caught his attention as he turned to the container next to the one he had been stuck in. Dropping down to a knee he fiddled with it as the container opened. An astromech droid gave off an array of noises as the man laughed, and sat down on the floor.


“Not a pleasant trip for you either R7?” He asked as the droid replied in a manner that made him laugh. The droid was able to work its way out of the box, and rolled a few feet around the cargo hold. It beeped at him clearly letting out its pint up aggression from the flight. “Yeah it was a rather bumpy trip I admit. Wonder who they tricked into doing this trip anyway.” He replied as he decided to take a tour of the trip. His hearing from inside the container was slim to none, but he had been able to notice that the Captain of this ship had left. Taking casual steps he began his inspection of the vessel that had hauled him from Sith Space.


“Doesn’t look all that great to be honest with you R7. I’m surprised it even held up against the Sith.” He admitted as a clicking noise caught his attention. For a moment he thought he had just imagined the noise, and then the landing ramp suddenly began to lower. A feeling ran through his body that this was not the Captain coming aboard the ship. He dropped to a knee as he watched three cloaked figures walk aboard the ship. One of them ignited a lightsaber as he cursed under his breath.


“Never an easy trip.” He muttered.

 

Tarko is an interesting figure with MC4
and ending again with a cliffie