Star Wars Star Wars: Episode IV: Twilight of the Force: A Father’s Legacy - Game is now OVER!

IC: Senator Feyna Organa
Royal Palace, Aldera, Alderaan

She missed.

Her shot glanced past Lok’s head, close enough probably to singe hairs, but missed just the same.

But before Lok had time to respond to her attack, Feyna heard a sound like a starship engine above them, followed by the firing of a laser cannon. She quickly covered her head with her arms as debris showered down from the ceiling, and Anakin Skywalker literally dropped in, landing between Lok and Bail.

Feyna had never been more relieved to see anyone in her life, and couldn’t help glaring at Lok with a now-you’re-in-trouble smirk. As Anakin challenged the Dark Jedi, Feyna grabbed her blaster and another of the fallen Deathtroopers’ weapons and scambled over to her father.

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Han Solo
Millennium Falcon

Han rolled his eyes and put down his hydro spanner. "A what?" He asked Chewie through intercom. Chewbacca growled. "Pal, that sounds like some Wookiee legend to me. And not a very good one ... listen, we can power up our guns. Anything that is made of flesh and blood ..." Chewie growled again. "He did what?" Chewie confirmed Han had heard right. "Then call him and tell him to come back and we blast this thing with our guns to ..." Again Chewbacca did not let him finish his sentence. "Of course the rock blocks the signal."

Han sighed and let the spanner drop. "I am with you in a second, lock down the Falcon will ya?"

He made a short detour to the weapon locker and took out the EL-16 rifle he had once won on Yantooine. He readied it and also took a portable lamp. Then he made his way down the ramp, looking at his Co-pilot.

"So how big are these things?" He asked Chewie and the Wookie growled back.

"Great, just great." He said and followed his friend into the caves.

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IC: Pascale Rouser
Location: Cave of the Beloved Mother, Mimban

Pascale was wandering through the cave feeling a little pleased for himself.

It seemed he had the jump on everyone and he hoped soon enough that the crystal would be his. His hope was that it was not too big to get back on board Fortuna and make his escape while everyone else was still trying to deal with the Imperials.

As he made his way deeper into the cave he found that murals themselves emitted a glow which was kind of impressive actually as there was no light in the cave. Pascale was glad he did not have to get a glow rod out.

As he continued on he read the murals telling a creation myth that sounded jaunty yet ominous in some way. Especially the last part about not trespassing, being on death’s door and being dead for sure unless you supplicated to the Old.

Whenever searching for ancient treasures there was always a myth, story or tale attached to them as well as many poems or puzzles which complicated matters in order to get the the prize. It was a given in archaeology that X never marked the spot.

But these tales always fascinated Pascale as to the origins of artifacts and the civilizations that either worshiped them or created them. He may be all about gathering credits to himself but most of the time he enjoyed studying the legends behind the treasure.

And it looked like he was following the right path judging by the picture on the wall.

Impressive he thought studying it a deity with a crystal. Perhaps the Coway worshiped this individual believing he or she brought it to them. They thought it was a magical rock but it is so much more and has more potential than they could ever realize.

Time to move on, but Pascale would have no inkling at all that he was in danger….

Nor that Han Solo and his faithful Wookiee friend were about to hopefully rescue his backside.

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Luke Skywalker
Palace on Naboo, Bedroom

Luke saw her look to the window. That path was blocked now, but the door was still an option. Deep down he knew he would not take either of them. He would not run. He would fight and he would make them pay for this attack. He would show he was more than able to defend Naboo, just as his father had asked him to.

"Go ahead then." He said to the woman, his hand extending and taking the bed she had hurled at him up with the force. He waved aggressively forward and hurled it right at the two Dark Troopers. They were human after all, he understood now. The girl would attack, he was ready for that as she steppped forward, but she was weaker in the force, more easily drained and more easily exhausted. He brought the hand he had used to guide the bed immediately before him and send a wave through the force ... a wave containing all his will, all his raw untapped power and ... all his anger. She would follow the bed right into the Dark Troopers. He would show them he was not a powerless kid they could play with. He would show them what power he really held! The power of the force, the birth privilege of a Skywalker!

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Obi-Wan Kenobi
Royal Yacht, Alderaan System

Obi-Wan stepped out of the yacht and heard his former apprentice over comm. "Senator? The advice from your husband is a wise one. I suggest you take care your protection and leave the Dark Jedi to me."

"Leia, protect your mother. She is the target." He nodded to the young woman. "Trust your feelings." He smiled at her and the turned to the direction he expected their attacker from.

He felt in the force the hunger of the Dark warrior. He was coming to them. So Obi-Wan decided he would wait for him and he calmly unclipped his lightsaber from his belt.

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IC: Leia with Padme and Obi-Wan on Alderaan

Leia heard her father's crisp comments as he said:
"I see the not-landing-order did not exactly go through. Leia, take your mom back to the ship and get her two hundred meters above the scene."

This was reinforced a heartbeat later by Kenobi's urging:
"Leia, protect your mother. She is the target. Trust your feelings."

Leia was torn upon assessing the situation: first the attack and now the presence of Dark Jedi. She wanted to be close to her father, not just for the excitement, but out of concern. He was an adept warrior, none better, but still ...
She was, however, also able to see the bigger picture and could agree with the soundness of the advice to get into safety.
"All right, Mom. Let's head back to the ship."
Her mom was a woman of action, but she was also a shrewd strategist and would know that getting under relative cover would be the sensible course.

Leia turned back to the ship decisively.

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IC: Qi’ra
Aboard the Aurora, arriving at 500 Republica, Coruscant

Qi’ra absently adjusted the rancor-hide gloves she had just slid onto either hand, her eyes and mind focused elsewhere – on the present to straddle between the past and future. It was hard to ignore certain events and how they weaved into things that have already come to pass, history being an amazingly intricate animal. History factored heavily into her future, all she needed to do was help guide it along a path of her own making.

Having relocated to the Aurora’s penthouse office along with Arb and Sentan Moor, the Lady of Crimson Dawn was preparing for their imminent arrival on the planet-spanning metropolis below. As the yacht entered atmo and began its descent, there were skirmishes in the skies all around, obviously provoked by the Emperor’s recent announcement. They maintained their course without much issue - the Imperials were too preoccupied to pay her any mind, though the ship’s sufficient weapons array remained hot and ready per her original command.

All in all, she wasn’t concerned. She knew they would continue on unimpeded.

After a quick approach, they closed in on Aryan Graul’s luxury residence – a bit overdone and showy for her tastes, but that was to be expected from a politician, no? These sleemo-types had to keep up appearances and prove their worth through wealth, not by actually doing anything of substance for the people they supposedly served. They held office for their own selfish needs, that had always been clear to Qi’ra. Frowning, she watched out the large viewport and eyed an Imperial shuttle hovering by a large, smoking hole in the side of the building. It was on the senator’s level and would be their perfect way in. Just as she thought to have it blasted out of their way, however, it abruptly fell away into the abyss of buildings below, seemingly shoved aside by invisible hands…

Her frown turned into a smirk, wondering without emotion just how Mr. Graul was faring against such a capable, strong enemy.

“I hope Aryan is safe,” Qi’ra heard Moor murmur as if in opposition of her own thoughts. Apparently. She shook her head slowly, knowing that most if not all of the compassion he outwardly seemed to have for his boss was false. The aide had secrets that only she had uncovered, things that should anyone else learn of would undo him in every way a man can be undone. He would be ruined. As such, he was hers and he had a lot more to share with her in due time. Which, of course, he would.

A quake, minute but felt, ran beneath her feet right after the Aurora had settled into a hover at their point of entry. It hadn’t originated within the vessel and sure enough, a trigger alarm on the desktop console alerted her that a foreign chemical substance awaited them below.

“Let’s go, gentlemen,” she decided, turning to face them after quickly assessing the read out. Whatever toxin had been fired off in Graul’s apartment – likely by the foolish man himself – would dissipate swiftly due to the sizeable opening in the outer wall. The upper Coruscant winds would leech out most of the danger, though the area would remain hazardous to an unknown degree. Snatching a gas mask from one of her desk drawers, she expected her subordinates to do the same on their own. Her personal squad of mandos that waited dutifully by the lift doors were protected by their notable helmets, and while she originally intended them to follow her, it appeared it would have to be the other way around due to this irritating turn of events.

Qi’ra straightened her jacket, her long brunette hair pinned up high and out of her face, and proceeded to push the rest into motion as she moved to the lift.

At the bottom, the doors slid open to reveal that massive breach in the building’s exterior, a thick yellowish haze flowing steadily outward as permacrete continued to crumble at its edges. With a single wave of her hand, she sent her commandos ahead of her. “Secure the area, do not engage,” she instructed as they filed by, not yet placing the mask over her face. Glancing then to her spy, she looked him over once, casually, assuming he would have some sort of direct comm link to the apartment’s owner.

“Mr. Moor, try and get ahold of your boss and instruct him not to launch any more of his toys, please.”

She peered through the haze and into the rooms beyond, looking and listening. Waiting.

“Elan Colla,” she suddenly called out. “I believe you and I should have a chat.”

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IC: Leia on the Yacht
At Alderaan

The assault ship, which had been lying in wait, aimed 4 forward lasers on the yacht.
‘Oh we are in trouble,’ lamented Threepio.

Panaka retorted with irritation:
‘You always say that we’re doomed when I’m flying!’

‘Yes but Mistress Leia is a Jedi, Captain Panaka,’ Threepio said, without so much as a hint of remorse.

Padme laughed with genuine amusement in spite of the danger they found themselves in.
‘You hear that, Leia? You’ve got Threepio’s vote of confidence!’ Leia's mom said.

"Oh, well, I guess that's something." Leia snarked with an ironic tone.

The assault ship roared up beneath them, opening fire the moment it was within range.
Leia was ready.

She pumped up the shields to maximum and aimed their own weaponry back to the assault ship, then maneuvering farther out beyond targeting range.
Leia checked the scopes and decided it was best to aim to the cover of Home One.
She sent to her father a silent wordless message that she was working to keep them safe, not enough to distract him, but to assure him of one less worry.

Across her twin bond, she felt something dark and roiling, and her stomach clenched with ice. Luke, what in the Force have you gotten yourself into?

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IC: Madelyn Linnett
On Board The Osik, Mimban

Madelyn was aware of two things as she woke, the her pounding headache that seemed to come and go, and that she had something attached to the back of her head. She tried to smile when Master Zey spoke, but it came out as a grimace. "I feel like..."Madelyn took a deep breath, shaking. "...like I just had a shot of Tsiraki." Madelyn quickly added, "Not that I know what that tastes like." She looked away from Master Zey. He doesn't need to know about that.

"Where are we going now?" Madelyn asked after a few minutes. She looked at Master Zey again feeling a little clearer then she had a few moments ago. And then she paused, reaching out with the force. There was always a chance someone else could feel this, but Madelyn didn't think anyone else who was force sensitive, besides her and Master Zey; were on board, let alone in the vicinity. There's something wrong...it feels like triumph. Like they know what they are going to get.

Madelyn pulled away suddenly as her headache came back full force, and tried to shake it off. "Master, I think there's someone else besides the Black Sun. Whatever just came out of hyperspace feels powerful."

And then, an unspoken word.

Dangerous.

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IC: Ka'rta
Mimban

The mandalorian pilot grit her teeth as her ship rattled under the fire of the armored transport. She'd lost sight of the gold armored Sun Guard and was going off Ven's directions. The shields took another hit and soon those blasts would be hitting the hull might even bring her down. However she wasn't about to give up on her friend. It was a tense few moments as she heard Ven stain to heave the large frame of Owen up onto the Osik. Her mandalorian comrade didn't need to tell her twice pulling hard on the controls and rising above the battlefield.

"We’re cut-off from you and each other - the TIEs are arriving," said Van, voice tight. She had gotten to altitude and was following Bladeborn's directions when the message came through. "We’re going to have to head into orbit and go dark, or something." With thirty some fighters between them she knew they wouldn't make it through. The deep shadow of the Imperial Star Destroyer loomed over them. Whatever welcome they had was well worn by this point. Ka'rta was moving with all due haste out of sensor range and away from the fighters.

There was a bit of feedback over the channel before Van's voice filled it again, "What the -" he uttered. "Goran? Goran!"

Checking her sensors she wasn't reading Goran's signature.

"That's what you get for playing hero." she muttered under her breath. There was no pain in her chest, no grief that she felt over his loss. This was the business, you put yourself at risk, you take the risk that you could die, and get handsomely compensated.

"Shares being split three ways, then." Ven sniffed a little, was that some emotion she was hearing in his voice. Maybe she was just reading too much into it.

"Shut up, Ven," Van snapped. "Ka’rta, don’t let my brother kark things up. He’ll get you involved in some kind of grand scheme to avenge us against Coruscant. Call me when you’re done with the Coway, and I’ll hook up with you. I’m going Dark now."

"Understood." She replied simply, "Believe me, I don't plan on going above and beyond. Mercenaries rarely get medals, and there isn't much money in revenge." She should know, she'd spent a year trying to track down the people that attacked her parents. She did it until she had barely enough credits to feed herself. She had to take some very dirty jobs to keep fed, and refuel her ship. "Also don't feel like bringing the full ire of the Empire upon me this month."

Soon she settled a little getting into the rhythm of flying. Then she heard the distinct sounds of heavy booted feet stopping at the doorway. Bladeborn moved leaving the seat open for Owen to take.

"Go on. Get it out of your system, Ka’rta." He said leaning back exhausted.

She let out a breath of her own, her anger rising inside her.

"What were you thinking?" She started rhetorically turning her helmeted gaze toward him. "Trying to outrun an AT-AT like some Jetii, Shab Owen you're not that young anymore, you can't keep taking risks like this. I'm not always going to be there to pull your shebs from the fire. How many times have I saved you because you went and did something di'kutla." She said this knowing fully that he'd save her from her own stupidity just as many times. "You know how close I came to getting shot out of the sky trying to save you? Very damn close, I only did it because not even I would dare face Jerrod if I failed to save you. With the fighters I doubt I'll be able to contact her for a while. If she was in atmo she would have torn you to pieces and I wouldn't stop her. Once we land I'm going to tell her everything." She hadn't really taken a breath her face turning red under her helmet. She was a woman of dichotomies, not shedding a single tear for her Mandalorian comrade perishing, yet berating her friend for nearly getting killed. It was hard for her to be as detached with Owen and Jerrod. They picked her up when she had no one, gave her a start in the business when they had no reason to, and saved her life more times than she could count.

They meant a lot to her, the only people that could get her cold blood hot.

"When are you going to admit it, you're not the same spec ops fighter you were in the Clone Wars. Don't you have enough saved up? If not couldn't you take a consulting job get off the front lines." The anger had worked itself out now all that was left was genuine concern. "If you need some help I'm about to get a huge payday, I can split it with you." It pained her to say it to sacrifice the credits she put her life on the line, shed blood to earn. If it was anyone else they would have to kill her to take even a single credit from her but, for him, for Jerrod.

She would do anything.

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Luke Skywalker
Palace on Naboo

Luke looked down at his hands and hesitated for a moment. He felt the shock of what he had just done. In a way he had known what he was about to do and how powerful he was. In a way it completely surprised him. He had tasted a power he had always known was there and yet ... he tasted it for the first time nevertheless.

Mace Windu was there, he realized as he woke up from his shock. His presence was a burning beacon in the force. "I take care of her, he is all yours." Luke hissed out. He considered the reinforcement to be quite much the end of this. Windu was a legend with the blade.

They talked about his destiny. But he had listened to his father and ignored them. Only he was Master of his fate. The voice of the Dark Jedi was in his mind, but the same time Master Windu and his helpers closed in on him.

Well, we shall see how masterful you are. Luke send him back instinctively. It was a mocking answer. The man probably had not heard the many stories about Master Windu he had heard. Luke considered him a dead man, no matter how old the Jedi Master of Vaapad was nowadays.

Luke immediately refocused as the lightsaber was tossed to his injured opponent. "Touch it and you die." Luke simply said, ignited his blade again and walked with decisive steps over to the woman. Now the need to kill her was not so ... overwhelming. Maybe it was because he had shown his dominance. It was not entirely gone though and secretly he knew something inside of him hoped for her to try. He brought his blade up ready to attack her on her weak side where her vision was obscured by her injury if she dared to even hint of going after her blade.

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Anakin Skywalker
Alderaan Palace

It all happened very fast, yet a combination of prediction, adrenaline and force enhanced reflexes everything seemed to slow down the events for Anakin.

Feyna was grabbed and thrown at him and Anakin reached out to stop her flight with an extended arm. The Dark Jedi was already on his way to attack, his lightsaber up high to crush down on Anakin in one devastating blow. Anakin realized the term Dark Jedi was probably not entirely right. This man was never trained in the Jedi arts to any extend. He had learned to kill. Lightsaber combat was about surviving longer than your opponent. Sedriss had just chosen the one attack not allowing himself to defend himself.

The fight was over, all Anakin had to do was bring it to an end. He leaped aside, letting go of the Princess. Her landing would probably not be too soft, but she would be alright. His lightsaber made a quick swing as the Dark Jedi landed next to him bringing down his lightsaber inefficiently where Anakin had been a second ago. Anakin did not go for the quick kill like his younger self would have. Instead the tip of the blade cut through the man's side, burning it's way through his internal organs. The pain was apparent in the force.

Then Anakin attacked. The Dark Jedi managed to defend himself despite the pain. Anakin did not give him a second to talk, think or recover. There was no desire in him to discuss philosophy, no need to outsmart the man, no urge to reply to his words, no joy in besting him, no pride in his superiority and no need to proof his worth. This here was necessary.
That was exactly how Anakin dealt with it. A necessary act of violence.

Anakin's series of attacks was fast and efficient. Left, right, low, right again. Then, when the speed and power of his attack had taken enough of his injured opponents balance a single powerful strike pushed away the enemies blade and finally Anakin pulled his blade up with one elegant move. He saw the opened and terrified eyes of the Dark Jedi and life faded from them. He had probably realized in this last moment how inferior he had been all along. Even that meant nothing to Anakin. There was no satisfaction in ending a life. He deactivated his lightsaber, as the man who had called himself Sedriss fell apart, his body cut into two halves between the left hip and right shoulder. With his hand he called the lightsaber of the fallen enemy into his hand and turned away from him.

"Feyna, Bail, are you alright?" Anakin asked and looked above. Padme and Leia were in danger. He could feel it. "Do you have any fighters nearby? Padme needs help. She is in her ship." He knew he could not help her. He had chosen to save his friends and trusted them to deal with whatever danger awaited his family. Obi-Wan was not with them anymore. Finally he looked at Feyna. "Sorry about messing up your shot. Was a good one." He smiled at the young woman, he had known since she was a child.

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Mace Windu
Naboo...

Windu kept his weapon trained on the dark one. "At my service? Somehow I doubt that." He backed deeper into the room, giving himself more room to move. He hissed to his companions: "Guardians, you have your mission. Sweep the house." Chirrut made his way, but Baze hung back hesitant.

Windu heard the boy, too: "I take care of her, he is all yours." The boy's face had his father's fire, but his mother's soft roundness. They knew each other by reputation. But there was so much anger, so much darkness. This was everything Windu had feared in Anakin. He felt the boy approach the fallen woman. "Touch it and you die," he growled at her, broken and battered as she was.

"Center yourself, boy." Windu didn't turn to face him, but allowed his presence to wander in the Force like a hand on the young man's shoulder. "You're playing into their hands. You have a fire in you. I can teach you to control it without letting it destroy you. But we have to make it out of here whole. Don't give them pieces of your spirit."

As he drew closer to the opposite wall, away from Brandl's vermillion blade, he also drew closer to Luke.

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IC: Pascale Rouser
Location: Cave of the Beloved Mother, Mimban

Pascale continued on looking at the murals and wondering where to go next when he heard sounds coming from behind him.

As he turned around one hand reaching for the blaster in the belt of his trousers he saw a towering brown haired Wookiee coming towards him. There was no way Pascale could shoot him and live to tell the tale. Following behind was a scruffy looking human, probably the Wookiee’s partner in crime. Rouser hoped that this was not the competition otherwise they could end up in a standoff.

The Wookiee growled at Pascale, luckily Shriiwook was a language Pascale understood. Unfortunately before he could reply a creature decided to make its appearance looking rather deadly and ready to fight.

What the bloody hell is that?

There were many creatures in the galaxy that had never been discovered or creatures that looked like they came from fairy tales or nightmares. This creature looked like it could kill you and eat you on sight a creature born of nightmares.

And it’s quick enough and fast enough to even knock a Wookiee over, this is not good….

As his hand gripped his small blaster he saw the Wookiee’s bowcaster flying which whizzed past Rouser and landed nearby. Rouser was in no shape to fight this creature and if he fired the creature could be so agile that he would end up hitting the hairy furball.

To pick up the bowcaster would possibly get the creatures attention and tear it away from its present position and come after him. He also wasn't sure about handling the weapon either he could end up going through the wall.

Thermal detonators were also a no no as it could bring the cave down on top of all of them. His vibroblades would be more used to close quarters combat.

The Wookiee was then knocked out by the creatures tail and Rouser now had to make a decision. He didn't like it but he would need some help. He shouted at the Wookiee’s partner.

“Your partner is out and unless you want us all to die we might need to take this creature out before it has us for breakfast lunch AND dinner!”

He pulled his blaster out and took aim hoping that when he took a shot he would not miss…..

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IC: Senator Feyna Organa
Royal Palace, Aldera, Alderaan

Feyna wasn’t exactly appreciating getting thrown around like a rag doll.

Lok—or Sedriss, whatever he was called—tried to throw her at Anakin, but the former Jedi dodged and pushed her off to the side, to relative safety. Instead of trying to get back to her father again, Feyna crouched down with her blaster and stayed where she was, rather than move and risk being used as a human projectile again.

For all his arrogance, Sedriss didn’t last long, and the fight was over as quickly as it began. Anakin disposed of the Dark Jedi with brutal efficiency, his sapphire blade slashing through and across Sedriss’ torso. Feyna grimaced and looked away as the two halves of the man’s corpse slid apart and fell to the floor with a sickening thud.

"Feyna, Bail, are you alright?" Anakin asked.

“Yes, I’m all right,” Feyna said, to reassure both him and her concerned father as she got to her feet and brushed herself off. She would probably wake up tomorrow with a few new bruises, but she wasn’t seriously hurt.

Anakin looked upward. "Do you have any fighters nearby? Padme needs help. She is in her ship." He added something else, a comment on her attempt to shoot Lok, but Feyna was distracted by the still-present dangers.

“We're still being jammed,” she pointed out, worry creeping across her face. “We can’t contact the hangar from here until we get comms back up.”

And there was the other pressing concern. “There’s another one of them.” She nodded toward Sedriss’ body. “He was going after Mother.”

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Han Solo
Caves, Mimban

Han had followed Chewie deep into the caves, relying on the tracking skills of his friend. His species were natural trackers and hunters. Actually he felt more like back up until they met the beast. It had lured them into a trap. It had simply outsmarted Chewie. When it dropped it all happened so fast Han barely had time to leap back and his partner was already out, rolling to the side unconscious after dropping down to a lower level so quickly he barely had realized it. Han realized one snap of the beast giant jaws was all it needed now to kill his best friend. He acted more instinctively than anything else pointed his rifle up and fired at the roof above the beast ... sending debris and some stones down on the beast.

From below the voice of Rouser came up. Han got a confirmation Chewie was out, but he knew he had no time for a chat.

"Hey! You ugly thing! Don't you dare to ignore me!" He yelled firing a salvo at the body of the creature below to give his words a little more urgency. Then he stepped back to lure this creature away from Chewie and up to his level.

He took aim and hissed out air. "C'mon. You messed with the wrong Corellian!"

Rouser had to be close and hopefully he would take care of Chewie.

That was his last thought before realizing his plan might work, but attention of a beast was probably a pretty bad thing. He quickly needed a new plan.

Han turned to run if he had to. Half to lure it away and half to escape the imminent attack. First and foremost though to lure it into the more narrow tunnels they had just come from ... where his smaller size would be an advantage.

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IC: Ka'rta
Mimban

"It was a job, and we took it. Money’s only so good if you have someone to share it with, you should know that... and this job stank," Owen said, his voice quiet not roaring like Ka'rta's was a few moments. Ka'rta kept her eyes forward navigating her hulking freighter thought the blackened mist. Her lip quirked a bit, share it with someone. Yeah right, that was something she'd put in the far back of her mind. She doubted that she would find someone like Jerrod, someone to be her long term partner in this life of danger, excitement and in some cases poor life choices. "I’m not spec ops anymore, sure, but you’re still family…"

At this she frown shifting her gaze only slightly to narrow her hidden eyes. She'd opened her mouth to say something but, her uncle continued.

"Jerod is missing," He said with no segway, no build up. Good thing Ka'rta was already sitting or she would have needed to hearing that news. Her jaw tightened recalling coming across her parents ship, dead in space, and the decks stained in blood, too much blood. "I was hooked in to my shuttle’s feed until one of the Pyke goons blew it up on purpose. Her B-Wing might have been the one who made it to hyperspace, or it might have been the one which caught a turbolaser. I just don’t know." He spread out his hands in a sign of defeat or just resignation. "We have a rendezvous planned for four days from now, at the Works on Coruscant. No better place to go dark after a job than there. So I won’t know until I get there, unless I risk a HoloNet message."

"We Owen, we won't know until we get there." She corrected him. "I wouldn't risk the Holo-Net right now, too many eye and ears that could be listening." Her eyes looked up where the Imperial Blockade remained.

"Jerod wanted us to take the job," He turned the chair away looking back down the length of the ship. "She wanted us to keep an eye on you." Again she set her jaw, she didn't always need them to protect her. "I know, you’re a big kid now. You can handle anything. But we’re thinking of retiring, and she wanted to be sure that you could. One last job, then we’re gonna take up farming." He looked back to her and she met his gaze for only a moment, that soft grin on his features. It sounded nice, being able to just walk away from the life before it killed you. There were some nights, when it was cold and the only sound was the hyperdrive chugging away, when she would think about her parents doing that. That they were out there somewhere settled down, maybe with another kid, or a few. It was better thinking about that then the alternative, them being dead and their bodies being taken so their armor could be stripped from their corpses. "Sounds typical that you’d end up saving me." He continued bringing her out of her introspection.

"Anytime old man." She replied just as softly.

"Well that’s what we were planning, anyway."

"Then that's what we're going to do, I'll wrap up my job here and after that we'll make our way to Coruscanta together. If she's not there well, the Empire better hope that the Pyke's destroy that ImpStar up there. If not I'm hunting it down and killing every crew member aboard." Her voice lowered holding the cold edge of a woman that meant what she said. She would dismantle that flying monstrosity bolt by bolt if she had to. She would avenge her aunt.

"We can talk about it later, I have something to deal with." She turned her head to look over her shoulder shouting down the hall that the Medbay was off of. "Pykes get up here." She shouted at full volume her voice nearly echoing down the metal corridor. "Need to talk to you."

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IC: Madelyn Linnett
Mimban, Coasting

Madelyn listened as he Master spoke of the Dark Jedi and nodded in agreement although she felt a little confused. She hadn't thought the Rebels would be interested in a kyber crystal. But it wasn't her place to question them. The Rebellion or a fraction of it had freed Lothal. So they must have a good reason for being here.

She tilted her head, but she had heard her Master speak clearly quiet as he was. Madelyn felt others emotions more easily, it was part of why she had gotten into so many fights at the Jedi Temple. Master Kenobi had told her once that "I am stronger as part of the Jedi Order than I could ever be alone.” . It was true that she was a loner, distancing herself because she was reckless and quiet, preferring the wild nature outside and books that remained but Madelyn also knew how grateful those younglings were that she had come to their aid. But I'm not sure if the Jedi Order is making me stronger. As Master Zey asked Madelyn what she felt about the crew she tried to quiet her thoughts and reached out, slowly working her way through the force to the crew of the Osik.

Ka'rta that's her name. Madelyn nodded to herself, eyes shut. "She's upset Master." Madelyn told Master Zey. "She misses her Aunt. I think she was killed recently." Madelyn could feel the anger, the need for revenge. "Owen seems exhausted, but he..."Madelyn frowned, like she couldn't quite place his emotions. And then a surge of anger from another part of the ship. "The other man, Ven. He's really angry. I think he might..." Madelyn took in a sharp breath, snapping open her eyes as another headache hit her, she barely had time to recover before Ka'rta called them to the cockpit. "The Mandalorian wants us to see her." Madelyn slowly dragged herself off the bed, aching; though she swayed when she stood up, Madelyn slowly walked out, tossing her Master a weak smile as she walked toward the cockpit. When Madelyn reached it, she did her best to stand at attention even though another wave of pain went through her head.

"Linnet reporting as ordered Ma'me."

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General Grievous
En Route to Mimban

In contrast to Cirvan, Grievous is quite used to being the dominating force in a duel. His tactics are most often geared toward overwhelming his opponents and this is certainly proving to be effective in this particular duel. The General continues his advance on the Baron, relentless and savage, but tempered with the unexpected grace of a rigorously trained duelist flaring with every form of lightsaber combat in existence to the day.

Grievous is confident and he’s angry, his confidence growing ever more with the death of one of Cirvan’s comrades. Indeed, you mess with the reek, you get the horns. It would be a good lesson for the Baron to take away from all of this. Sadly and true to his word, his cybernetic monster of a teacher for this lesson has no intentions of letting him live to remember, much less apply it. However, in that split second between living and dying, something happens that Grievous had not anticipated. The detonation of the ion grenade incapacitates his droids on impact. Unfortunately, he cannot remain unscathed either.

He can feel it; that terrifying loss of control of his heavy exoskeleton. His lightsaber-wielding limbs suddenly fall to his sides, losing their grip on the hilts of his weapons, which disengage and clatter to the floor. No matter how much he tries to resist, his knees buckle under him and the mighty cyborg General collapses to the floor, painfully reminded that though he is not a droid, he shares more similarities with them than he does beings of flesh and blood. It is a hard and bitter pill to swallow and it infuriates him, yet leaves him helpless to act on his fury. For now.

Cirvan should have fled when he had the chance. The droid he had thrown never made contact with Grievous as he was already down. In that fleeting moment when the General was disabled, he could have run and began searching for a way of escape or at least delivered the death blow to his incapacitated captor, but no. Something holds him back. Compassion for his brave cybernetic comrade, perhaps? Whatever it is, it buys Grievous enough time to regain some use of his faculties. Silently, the monster rises and with vengeance coursing through his synthetic veins, he takes hold of his weapons once again.

He stalks up behind Cirvan, ready to do what the Baron should have done to him a moment ago, but once again, the General is caught off guard. The lightning emanating from Cirvan is quickly attracted to his metal body and deals him a bit of punishment, eliciting a roar of agonized fury from the beast, but he refuses to succumb a second time. Instead, he moves swiftly with the intent to backhand this subversive with enough force to snap his neck.

“Give it up, filth,” he snarls, “I have the means to reunite you with your lost love and the sooner you surrender, the sooner I can deliver those means to you.”

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Obi-Wan Kenobi
Alderaan, Alderaan System

They had a ship here. The Empire was well-prepared. Obi-Wan realized there was nothing he could do now except trust Leia to take care of this herself.

He faced the Dark Side warrior and his focus shifted fully to him. He was all that stood between the warrior and his prey.

Obi-Wan calmly watched the man inhale a substance that seemed to multiply his rage and Obi-Wan simply brought his blade up, then above his head and his left arm to the front forming a victory sign. As the man came closer he remained in his stance.

"You cannot pass, Darksider." He said with his serene voice and awaited the attack. It came. Rage and brute force and the need of a quick kill defined his enemies actions. He answered it with patience, calm and concentrated moves and his own will. He summoned the force and his saber was almost guided by it.

Obi-Wan calmly blocked the attacks, not stepping back or dodging any of them. His lightsaber moved quickly, but without aggression. It was obvious the man was not used to battle an opponent with his experience. He did not attack though, but instead remained defensive. He would wait for his enemy to make one mistake. Rage would lead him to make one sooner or later. Rage and anger were not good advisors. They were destructive, but they were also blinding those who wielded it. Obi-Wan Kenobi knew this. He was waiting for the rage of this man to be his undoing.

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