Star Wars CLOSED Star Wars: Episode V: Twilight of the Force II: A Father’s Fate

IC: Chancellor Feyna Organa
Front Plaza, Senate Tower, Senate District, Coruscant

She gave Isolder's hand one more affectionate squeeze before she released him, trusting him to behave himself.

The crowds were making quite a fuss over Graul, as all manner of spectators and reporters pressed around him and Captison. From here it was difficult for Feyna to make any sense of all the noise, to gauge the peoples' reactions to this reveal, but no one was throwing anything, at least. She didn't need a riot on the Senate steps.

At one point, Graul managed to catch her gaze across the plaza, and his expression almost seemed...apologetic? Feyna couldn't quite tell at this distance, and even if she was reading him right, she wasn't sure if he meant it or if it was an act for the cameras. Though, he did have a lot to apologize for.

Gradually, Graul and Captison made their way through the crowd to where Feyna waited with Isolder, and Winter standing on her other side. She could see Isolder forcing a smile—Graul was probably lucky that this first encounter was so public and exposed, actually; her Prince would likely have had some choice words for Graul if this were taking place in a more private setting, and Feyna would have been less inclined to quiet him. Here, though, he would play along and mind his manners, and so would she.

Feyna likewise managed a courteous smile, and found it was easier if she reminded herself that it wasn’t all about Graul personally, that tonight was about welcoming Bakura to the New Republic.

Captison seemed genuine in her politeness as she greeted Feyna and Isolder. From what little she was able to garner from what had been publicized throughout Bakura’s campaign, Feyna knew that Gaerial Captison had connections to several of Bakura’s higher-up political families, but what her relationship was to Graul, Feyna wasn’t sure, nor did she particularly care. Their linked arms suggested at least friendship, if not more, though Captison was closer to Feyna’s age than Graul’s. But Feyna and Isolder’s romance had been the target of so much gossip (nothing unusual there; tabloid rumors were just part of political and royal life), she made a point not to judge others’ relationships, especially when she didn’t know all the details.

"Madam Chancellor, Your Highness." Gaeriel curtsied, offering her hand to Feyna, while Isolder held his out to Graul.

Feyna gave Gaerial a nod, taking the other woman’s hand kindly. “Ms. Captison.” Her gaze shifted to settle on Graul, and she was careful to keep her tone light and calm. “…Senator.”

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Galen Marek
Coruscant, Ship

He put up his hand to silence Huyang.

The force. Actually he felt a subtle, almost muted whisper. Galen felt the immediate urge to follow it. Fate. Destiny. The force calling.

Yet there was something else. Something more urgent. A threat. A hostile consciousness. It went beyond the planet. It was part of something bigger.

"The Sith. I believe the Sith are here."

What could they be after? The Senate? The Chancellor? The Jedi?

"Start the ship and follow me at a distance." Galen said and summoned the force, jumping to the gangway above and then up and up. Quickly he made his way to the shatterpoint, using the force to make leaps from one level to the next impossible for anybody without.

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Ka'rta
Mandalore's Estate, New Keldabe

Right away as Madelyn fell to her knees Ka'rta was with her helping her up. Her head snapped up as she heard the alarms as the smoke from the docks rose into the sky. As Arthur came close, the warrior pulled her helmet off her belt and pulled it over her head. Behind the visor her eyes seethed with anger. Now of all times to do this, right when they were spending time together.

"All Mandalorian Protectors…" she started nearly growling into her com, summoning the security force of Mandalore. When she got no reply she snarled about to jump down somebody's throat before Owen informed them that jamming was in effect. Ka'rta's lip curled.

"Vode, Manda'lor," Tor's breathless voice reached her mother's ears. "Something's wrong with Alfred. He just started crying."

"Ad'ika," Ka'rta started, "I think I know what's wrong." She gestured towards the rising smoke cloud. Tor's eyes widened, not in fear, but excitement. She would get the chance to work with her mother, to get right into the middle of action.

"Tor, stay here look after Leia and Alfred."

"Buir," Tor shot back with pain and anger in her voice, "They have Arthur and a cadre of guards around them they don't…"

"And they will even more protected with you there."

"Buir," The word flew from Tor's mouth like a curse the anger and rage rising in her blood. "You promised we'd go hunting."

"Boar not criminals."

"Same difference. How will I know how to do these things if you won't let me?" The young woman stepped up coming as close as she could to her mother craning her head up to look into Ka'rta's cold stare.

"There are times one must stay back, must let others deal with the immediate threat while they protect what is most important. When one must know their place." Ka'rta's form loomed over Tor, but the young woman wouldn't be moved.

"And there are so many things I need to learn, need to see."

"There will be time later."

"We need to hurry." Madelyn said firmly.

"Tor, stay here, look after Leia and Alfred that is final."

"Buir."

"I've spoken." Ka'rta said in a low tone, a hard edge in her voice that sent a shiver up Tor's spine.

"I hate you." Tor cried out, though the girl made no move to disobey her mother. Instead she turned around slumping her shoulders forward as she moved with the gaggle of children and guards.

"I have the Oisk parked nearby." Ka'rta said moving briskly towards her light freighter that had been destroyed and put back together three or four times now. The frame was still the same, but nothing else was. The armor laced with Baskar, the engine the latest from Mandalmotors capable of speeds the old Oisk could only dream of, the weapons far stronger than the simple laser cannons it had previously, not to mention the personal armory she had expanded little by little since that day 14 years ago.

"You're being too hard on her." Mirdala chided his wife.

"There is much she still needs to learn." Ka'rta shot back not breaking her stride.

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IC: Gil Fortis | Combo with Sinrebirth
Back street with Berko, Senate District

The more Gil stepped forward through the alley, the more he wanted to hold his nose. He was beginning to wonder how far off he’d been with the sewer comment, given the growing stench. Still, he continued, the light swinging from one side to the other to illuminate the path.

As he began to swing from left to right, the flash of purple stopped his sweep, and his rifle barrel jumped up to reveal the robed man. As Orloc, as he said his name was, lurched further into the light, Gil had no doubt this was who Berko had caught a whiff of. Clearly, the man was drunk.

“Hey, right there is fine,” he said, taking a half step back while trying to keep his tone somewhat non-threatening.

“It’s one of those religious nutters, going on about Him, whoever ‘he’ is.”

Gil was about to comment when the man began his clumsy advance, causing Gil to take a few more steps back to keep adequate space between him and the stranger. A close-range scuffle, if there was going to be one, was not on his agenda today, and he wasn’t about to discount the man simply for being drunk. If anything, it could make him more volatile and unpredictable.

Then the man staggered and tripped, showing his palm and the explosive hidden under his robes. All at once, Gil knew he was far closer to this guy than he wanted, or needed, to be.

“See the Truth!”

At the moment, the only truth he was seeing was that if the detonator went off, the three of them were officially in the history datacrons, and likely the morning news as a footnote to whatever was happening at the Senate. Trying to increase the distance, Gil continued to back up, his rifle trained on the Acolyte’s torso and mind recalling training from many years past. Without armor, two pulls. With, follow the recoil up. Watch for hands and detonator lights…Berko had better be watching our backs…

“Listen, this doesn’t have to end in a problem,” Gil said, hoping to avoid the bomb. “Let’s get that coat off, remove any surprises and put them safely aside, and then we can relax and we can talk about truth, ‘him’, or whatever else you want to discuss. Alright?”

The Acolyte’s drunken swagger was gone; it had been an affectation, a ruse, merely designed to get closer. As he stood to his full height, the man grinned beneath his beard, revealing a suicide vest of sorts.

“You know nothing of the Truth,” he sneered, spittle bursting from his mouth.

Berko pursed his lips, letting Gil keep point, and the man continued to ramble.

“Step aside, heretic, and I shall present the Truth to the Senate, live on the HoloNet!”

The Rodian took that to mean that the explosive had to be a lower yield than he’d first wondered; otherwise the man would have just triggered it now – the Acolyte had to be closer to make his point. But he could hardly communicate that to Gil, and he kept his rifle pointed at the Acolyte’s head, sure to keep an eye on the shadows for any other shape.

By this point, Gil was convinced there wasn’t going to be a peaceful end to this and was searching for a way to stop the Acolyte’s advance. He also knew that the Senate guard needed to be informed, preferably before any detonations. Thinking fast and trying to catch the man in the middle of his rants, Gil jammed his off-hand against his radio to try and get the transmit button to stick on. Maybe the Senate security HQ would get an earful and get to work. He then readjusted his aim off the bomb vest to the man’s knees, trusting Berko with a shot up higher. If nothing else, he would make sure this guy didn’t walk right up to the Senate.

“Look, I don’t want to open fire, but I will if you give me no choice. Let’s put the bomb vest away. We’re alone in this alley, so we can talk, but we can’t let you around to the front of the Senate.”

As he spoke, Gil weight the options. Clearly, the bomb wasn’t large enough to level the entire area, much less the Senate from here, so that could give them a chance to run if they crippled this guy. However, that still didn’t solve the issue of the bomb being triggered. If they aimed for a kill, they ran the risk of a dead-man switch going off with them too close. He grimaced at the thought of all the bad options, but the man’s advance meant he had to do something fast.

In the end, he settled on somewhere in between, and prayed the surprise from it would buy them a moment. With a grunt of unease, he pulled up the rifle and put a single shot into the Acolyte’s lower neck, hoping for a small miracle. He then immediately turned to run for it.

“Go! Get out of the alley!”

He grabbed at Berko’s sleeve as he hustled back the way they came, listening for sounds from the detonators, and hoping his trick with the radio had gotten off some kind of warning.

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IC: Gil Fortis
Back Alleys, Coruscant

As soon as Gil felt far enough away from a potential blast, he ducked into a spot of hard cover and took a glance back. Panting, he realized his high-risk gamble had paid off. Not only had he and Berko gotten away from Orloc, but he was now spotting the other Acolytes moving in, which would have no doubt swarmed them if they had simply stood where they were.

“You worked out that the explosives couldn’t reach the Senate?”

Gil shrugged and gave him an uneasy smile.

“Rough guess. Otherwise there was no stopping us from becoming a smoking crater, right? Why else would he want through if he had to get closer?”

As he spoke, blaster fire shot past Gil’s cover, making him flinch a bit.

“Listen! He’s probably got a dead man switch wired up to that vest. I took a risk trying to disable him, but he could bleed out, or worse keep going. We-“

He was interrupted as a bolt from a blaster struck the wall next to him, prompting him to tip the muzzle of his rifle out and fire off a couple rounds in hopes of sending the new combatants scurrying for cover. At the same time, the radio sprung to life finally.

“This is Captain Girdun; Gil, Berko, report!”

Gil fired off a few more shots before grabbing his comms.

“Gil here. We’re under fire from Acolytes of the Beyond behind the Senate. One contact has a bomb vest, more with blasters. Looked like a couple parties split off.”

Pausing for another volley of shots, Gil tried to gather his thoughts and maintain composure. He wanted to get as much info out as possible before things got too hairy, though his window was rapidly closing.

“Bomber is down, but still rigged. Blast yield is unknown. Over.”

With that, Gil replaced his radio and put his full focus on the firefight, leaning out just enough to start aiming shots more on-target. In his mind, he was counting his lucky stars that they hadn’t been blown up so far, but also trying to figure out what next. Here they were, stuck in a tight alley with at least 3 gunmen and a bomber set on going straight through them to the Senate, and others likely moving to either flank or simply go around them. As much as he wanted to worry about the possible flankers, he knew they couldn’t let the other Acolytes get to the bomb.

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Joren Sole
Landing Platform, New Keldabe

Joren hissed out and stopped, seeing the Mandalorian was injured. A second explosion rocked through the city and he stopped his way into his ship. Instead he fell one knee and returned fire, grabbing the man called Marek and dragging him into cover. His shots were badly aimed and mostly served the purpose to get the acolyte spectators with their guns to take cover.

"Can you walk? We need to get into the ship!" He yelled at the man.

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Mace Windu
Dreamspace...

"A dead Sith joins us. Well, the Skywalkers story will end. Just not how you imagined it, did you?"

Mace Windu shrugged, choosing to ignore the Sith presence. The dreamspace had shown him many ghostly whisps of evil, and he'd walked Beyond Shadows to visit and gain wisdom. Skywalker was his target, here.

"The real question, Anakin, is whether someone else's story is set to begin

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OOC: A combo with @Sinrebirth

IC: Qwi Xux, Jyn Erso
Location: Aboard Rogue One

Qwi felt like a prisoner already.

Here she was aboard some alien ship being taken to Force knows where with two people that basically wanted to blow her brains out thanks to something she did when she was younger.

What possessed people to act like animals to come up with something so vile in their heads that they would equate that to using it against a person?

Before getting on board Jyn had explained that basically the bomb was a distraction. That terrorism was'nt her thing. Qwi snorted inwardly, how naive. You wouldn't have done it if you wanted to kidnap someone, you might as well have grabbed her when she most vulnerable, like at the University when Pascale wasn't around.

A creepy looking alien was keeping an eye on her and a gun too. She tried not to tremble and tried to be strong, it was what Pascale had taught her if she was ever caught in a sticky situation. He had taught her how to handle a blaster, some self defence techniques and to basically be as strong as she could. It was all well and good in a normal situation but this was not normal.

Pascale. She nearly broke into tears again. The love of her life was back on Nouane and probably wondering where she had gone. But the comforting thing was that he was going to find her eventually but hopefully not before it was too late. And then she would explain everything to him, why she did it, why she chose the Empire over everyone else, why she thought her designs would be used for good not evil. Anything she could think of that she wanted to tell him, she would.And perhaps they could live together forever.

However she had to get past this equation, basically a hostage situation it also depended on how she answered Jyn's questions. And it seemed she was being put in the same list of war criminals that had arisen after the New Republic came to power. He lover was of course one. She could understand why some went underground, although they were not all like her and trying to atone for her crimes. And handing yourself in was a one way ticket to jail or death. Perhaps she could be spared and actually do some good.

But the interrogation was about to begin. And Jyn began with a name she instantly recognised her eyes widening. Bevel, her mentor at the Eadu research station. Now she wished he was dead. He disgusted her with his lies and deceit, at the station he had seemed like a father figure to her, guiding her in her designs. But in the end he was like Grand Moff Tarkin, a complete monster and she hoped he rotted in the fires of the deepest part of whatever Hell he was in.

“I haven't seen or heard from him in years” she said trying to keep her voice calm “I last saw him back on Eadu, no doubt working with your father on the Death Star designs as well. How were we to know that he was actually creating not just one monstrous weapon but perhaps two with the Separatists seemingly getting their hands on our designs. He helped me design things that could have been used for good in my mind instead he wanted to use them along with Grand Moff Tarkin for evil and to destroy whole worlds, to bring systems into line with the Imperial regime”

She narrowed her eyes her face turning a deeper shade of blue in anger “Me, your father and others were deceived but it seemed your father had a bigger idea of what was going on than I or the others did. And we never knew until it was too late. And I hope, Tarkin, Bevel and others rot in an inferno which is as hot as the brightest sun for what they did.” she calmed down a little “Perhaps I should too, but at least like your father I tried to atone for my sins”

Tried by... hiding? By getting a steady job and shacking up with another war criminal?" Jyn scoffed slightly. "I couldn't get him without getting some major heat from Black Sun, but I'll come for Rouser soon enough."

She sneered. "You can thank Recusant Ike for that. Seems he has his own plans for the former Underlord."Jyn shook her head, before looking back to Qwi.

"So if you've never heard from him, how do you explain the same ship shadowing Nouane that did his prison ship before he vanished?" Jyn held out a datapad. The image was evident. It was a peculiar design, part TIE, part something else - and nothing like that had been in the Imperial armory fourteen years ago.



"Well?" Jyn said, as her colleague hefted his blaster to head height, pointed at Qwi.

It was concerning Qwi that Jyn was so casually talking about Pascale and Ike like she knew details about them. And Ike having plans for Rouser?. She had liked him more than Pascale did, he could be insufferable at times but he had become a friend to them both. Would he lead him into trouble or worse?. Who knew but she didn't like the sound of it.

But Black Sun seemed like they were keen to protect their former leader, so much so that even Jyn would not mess with them. It would work to Pascale's advantage but for how long?. And Bevel it seemed was still alive?.

She couldn't think about that now. Jyn then produced a datapad with a picture on, it looked like an unfamiliar design, one that she had only seen drawings of. She studied it carefully memorizing every curve, nut and bolt. She was trying to ignore the fact there was a blaster aimed at her head.

"Whatever you have planned for my lover you had best be careful" she replied still angry "Pascale is more clever than you realise. If Ike has plans to harm him like you, you can both join Tarkin and the others in Hell"

She leaned back watching them both closely, she could end up getting herself injured or worse here but she had to try and plead her case here "I've only seen designs for this ship, there were rumours that this ship could be created but with someone else, a sort of joint venture. I don't know who they could be. But what I can see from the ships arrival is that someone wants scientists, obviously to either build something or perhaps take us away somewhere"

Qwi shrugged "Your guess is as good as mine. But an alien ship watching places is a bad sign. This could be a scout for someone, someone who could arrive in the galaxy to make trouble"

Jyn sighed. "I think you're telling me the truth, but that's what he's for." She gestured to her alien comrade, who stepped forward, pressing his blaster to Qwi's head.

"What about the other scientists? Tol Sivron? Feyn Vann? Rasett Milio? Stinna Draesinge Sha? Nasdra Magrody? They're all missing, after all. Picked up by these ships." Jyn spoke, and the alien pushed.

"Surely you've kept in touch with at least one of them?"

Qwi began to tremble again as the alien pushed the blaster right into her head. All she could see in her mind was Pascale and his smiling face and handsome features and she wondered whether this would be the last image of him she would ever see. She was telling them the truth, could they not see that by now?

“I swear I have had no contact since I left the Eadu station!. I thought they were all dead or had run away after the project was completed. All I did was head to Nouane and I never spoke to them again!. I didn't know that someone was going to start kidnapping us all for some reason!”

She looked up at Jyn “And if they have come for them they will come for me, the ship near Nouane proves it. So either you kill me now, hide me somewhere or put me in a prison where nobody can get to me. But if you still have me it would mean danger to you and your comrade here”

Jyn waved off the other. "Alright, that's enough."

A guttural exchange followed, and lightning quick, Jyn came up with a blaster pistol under the aliens chin. "I said that's enough."

In short order he stepped back, glaring and then heading off in a huff. Jyn fished out a reprocessed ration pack from her pouch, tossed it to Qwi. She went to leave, but held back."Don't be too hard on him; the Empire took everything from him, too. But you need to give us something to work with. Think, Qwi, or we'll have to think for you."

With that, she locked the door behind her, leaving Qwi in the room alone.

Qwi was thankful they had decided not to blast her head off. She had convinced them enough that she knew nothing regarding the mysterious fighter nor that she had made contact with any of the scientists from Eadu station. Both were true, she had never had contact with the scientists, she had never wanted to see them again after she found out the truth. And the ship she had only sees bits of pieces of in drawings.

It looked like a work of art though, curved lines, a beautiful design yet it looked like it could blast you to bits if you tangled with it. A TIE cockpit with alien designed wings, someone must have the technical expertise to craft it. There was possibly one but she didn't know if that person was still around.

And if it was that person kidnapping scientists then she could be in danger. There were only rumours of this person existing but maybe they were true. And if they wanted her and the others it could be a bad sign. That they wanted them to design something.

Possibly even worse that the Death Star. That thought made her shiver in fear.

Pascale she thought biting into her ration bar (it wasn't as nice as her and Pascale's cooking) if you can hear me, please stay out of trouble…

Because I might be getting into some.

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Name: Huesunne Suials
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Age: 25
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Personal equipment: Lightsaber, blaster pistol
Personal ship: Grim’s Delight
Faction: New Republic Military
The Force: Yes
Bio: Huesunne’s parents ran a Hutt owned bar on Nar Shaddaa. His father was a dark Jedi turned high enforcer for the cartel and Huesunne grew up idolizing and surrounded by the crime life. Where his father saw a life of opportunity in the underbelly of the galaxy, his mother saw no future for her young boy. With both his parents being force sensitive, it was no surprise when his father discovered Huesunne’s affinity. He took the boy under his tutelage and from the age of 13-17 Huesunne worked as his father’s partner enforcer. It wasn’t until his mother became ill that she expressed to Huesunne that there was more to life than being the hired muscle of criminals. She convinced the Hutt who owned their bar that Huesunne could be more than just hired muscle if given the chance and that she would trade the remainder of her life is he would send Huesunne far away from his father for a chance at a different life.

Huesunne never saw his mother or father again as he was pulled off the streets of Nar Shaddaa and sent to school in the Core Worlds. He embraced this second chance and, after he finished school, commissioned into the New Republic Intel arm as an investigator and he hopes to go back and find what became of his parents with his newfound status.



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OOC: Another combo with @Sinrebirth

IC: Pascale Rouser, Ike, Zekka Thyne
Location: Yanjon Hospital, Nouane City, Nouane

Whilst waiting for Ike to wake up Pascale got to work. First was to the spaceport and to have Firenze fueled up and ready to go. Next it was to start making contact with his old comrades, mostly within Black Sun.

He had only wanted to use these contacts in emergencies but now was the time to utilise them. Especially since the love of his life had been whisked away by agents of the New Republic or independent mercenary's working with them. At the moment he couldn't think of where they could have taken Qwi. The only place at the moment would Coruscant as that was where Feyna and Aryan and the rest of the New Republic were meeting up.

Ike meanwhile was as chirpy as ever and was even giving Pascale a little history lesson too about the Clock Tower. "Aren't you the most happiest person in the galaxy right now. Good to see you alive and well at least" Rouser said with a smile "It was a shame about the Clock Tower, I would have liked to have explored it more one day"

Someone then arrived looking like he had just bought the most expensive robes on Coruscant. Pascale still thought his suit and Panama hat looked more presentable though. His skin though was the most noticeable thing about him.

As the conversation continued Ike seemed surprised that Pascale had called his old friends but what did you expect to do when your girlfriend was in trouble? As Ike introduced them to each other Pascale gave a nod to the colourful person. He had seen Zekka's name thanks to the information he had been sent regarding Black Sun's operations.

And then Ike dropped the bombshell: he WAS the new Underlord. And he was willing to let the title go back to Rouser. And then another one: it turned out the Zekka was a double agent, giving information to Qi'ra. The Dark Lady herself.

Pascale had wanted the quiet life, doing odd jobs and settling down with Qwi. But that had been interrupted. Perhaps it was time to head back to the big time. And he could make things more difficult for the New Republic along the way. Perhaps still go on some adventures too himself and break his love out of whatever prison they transferred her to. Then when it was all done, he could either choose to remain Underlord or pass it onto a worthy successor, run away with Qwi and settle somewhere they could never be found.

Pascale shook his head "You are so full of surprises aren't you Ike, you kept that little tidbit close to your chest" he chuckled "Perhaps you should put your feet up, relax a little. After all, even heads of criminal organisations needs rest"

Ike shrugged, looking innocent to all accusations.

He straightened up "Maybe perhaps I should retake the mantle. Perhaps working in the shadows would be the best way to work. Plus my Omwati lover as you put it is my life and she deserves to be free and to enjoy her life despite her sins. I'm a mercenary, but we love each other for who we are even if we have both done bad things in our lifetime"

Zekka eyed Ike, and Ike gave the man a look that involved raised eyebrows, as if inviting Zekka to comment. Perhaps even daring him. He didn't.

He turned to Zekka narrowing his eyes "I decided to keep things quiet, especially since I had disappeared off to the other side of the galaxy and the organisation was in disarray. I wanted to make a new life for myself, still doing the things I enjoyed and having someone to share it with. Her name is Qwi Xux and she was mine until the New Republic took her. I never asked to be Underlord again but I will take the mantle on to make sure Black Sun remains one of the best underworld organisations in the galaxy, and to possibly retrieve that which is most dear to me"

Pascale's voice turned a little bit sterner "However I will not tolerate double agents. I am not a barbarian unlike that murderer Ananke but if you betray anything again perhaps I will reconsider having you chained up somewhere or perhaps sending an assassin after you. You work for me now, not her." He rubbed his chin in thought, "Perhaps you could report to us regarding Crimson Dawn for a change. Plus we need to keep an eye on the competition right?" Rouser smirked at him and then Ike.

Ike nodded, and Zekka paled. He was lucky to be leaving the meeting alive. In the past, he would not have done.

Pascale then turned serious again "So to business then. I have been restless these last few years about getting back out into the galaxy. So what has happened in my absence?"

Ike looked to Zekka, and Zekka belatedly caught on. "The pool for business has basically shrank. Hutt Space is always what it is, but most of the neutral states have joined up with the New Republic. The Hutts, Nouanese, Corporate Sector and Mandalorians are still independent, and there is give smuggling across the borders of the latter three, but the Imperial Remnant has fully joined the New Republic and their 'customs union' thingy offers free trade so smuggling is dead. Kessel isn't part of Hutt Space proper anymore, and nobody has been able to plot a job through the Maw Nebula for years. The only known route was blocked up by the New Republic, so all the Spice has to run up the Kessel Run, which is heavily patrolled."

"I was trying to find historic records on Nouane of an older route through the Maw Cluster, but I don't have the expertise." Ike said. "It would be pretty lucrative if we managed to find one. But I imagine we'd have to go a lot older to find a way through."

Zekka nodded. "The Hutts, Crimson Dawn and Black Sun are all that remain of the criminal underworld, and Crimson Dawn has been pretty active beyond the frontier, but we don't have maps to keep up. So, that's a thing. We tried to locate Qi'ra Ananke once, but she's a ghost. And everything underground ends up winding back at the Acolytes of the Beyond."

Ike didn't add anything; he wanted to see Rouser's thoughts on this so far, and what he knew of the Acolytes from being respectable.

Pascale listened intently, radiating concentration as they both spoke. It seemed the smuggling trade had died off thanks to the New Republic and the Imperial Remnant. Qi'ra had disappeared into a black hole but the Dawn were still active, and with three syndicates left they would all be fighting for business.

"First things first, I have no interest in getting into a war with the other syndicates" he said folding his arms "We are depleted enough and that would only embolden the New Republic to finish us off. And I don't like to see people fighting over a piece of meat like animals"

"From what Ike has told me, Nouane may be about to join the New Republic too, so that's one less neutral world. And if I get found out then my stay here will come to an end. So we need to find new places, new routes and the only way you can do that is to go further back in history there must be a route some ancient civilization used, we need another library or I'll see if there is anything in my archives" he similed "Some people would kill for a new route"

Pascale then had a eureka moment, "If we cannot trade in spices, how about antiquities. There are treasures out there yet to be explored and there are collectors out there who would pay millions of credits to get them. Even the New Republic or Imperial Remnant couldn't say no to having a decoration or two to liven up the place" he grinned a predatory smile "And I know just where to find them. And it wouldn't necessarily be smuggling they could be disguised as legitimate deliveries. We could make a fortune and put Black Sun at the top of the chain. But we also need to keep an eye on the others, make sure we get to these new routes first as well. And to make sure Qi'ra stays in her hole, she'll probably still want me dead"

Rouser then frowned "From what I have heard the Acolyte's of the Beyond are a bunch of nutters who are basically non Force sensitives worshiping those that wielded the dark side of the Force mostly the Sith that had died. I believe Yupe Tashu was their leader, I don't know if he is still about. They basically hate the New Republic and want to basically resist them" he waved a hand in dismoissal "They should not affect us too much, the New Republic however…"

Ike coughed. "I did have an expedition planned to Critons Point, it's a quarantined world, since the Empire took over - but it's supposed to contain one of the oldest libraries in the galaxy..."

"... but I was too busy keeping an eye on you," he grinned.

Zekka took a moment to think. "What of us masquerading as Acolytes? It's all sparkly purple robes and all. Dress up Black Sun operatives, and we have a chance?" He turned to Ike. "And what's this of Nouane joining up? Is this because of Bakura?"

Another shrug. "Probably. Nouane was about to start haggling concessions if they handed all their war criminals over. I gather they had a list of names they revealed." Ike looked neutral. "Not much else I can add to that, but we won't be able to stay here forever." His voice dropped. "They'll be watching."

Pascale had heard of Criton’s Point, it wasn't so much on people’s “Most Visited Library” list but it would have to do. There wasn't much choice but to try it and see if they could get on the world.

He nodded at Ike “Good call, many historians have tried to get there with no success, it has a very strict quarantine. However one scientific expedition did get there, apparently I heard they were going to do an archeological dig there.” he smiled “And perhaps you being too busy keeping an eye on me may have helped a little at least, although getting shot was not in the plan. I guess us Underlords do stick together”

He turned to Zekka “I don’t know if dressing up as potential terrorists could help although I am sure that you and Ike would love to dress up in those purple robes, it would be right up your alley” he chuckled “It could be a possibility, but we could also be an archeological expedition, perhaps a new one or another team helping the team there” he shrugged, “I am no master tactician so these are just my thoughts”

He looked at them both “I think we should proceed to Criton’s Point, it’s worth the risk since Nouane may not allow us to stay here much longer. Gather a crew of operatives, my yacht can hold eight unless you want to take another ship as well. Firenze is being fueled as we speak and I need to head back to the residence to grab some things. Or we can meet close to Critons Point and head in, whichever you prefer.” He looked at them both “You are both more than welcome to join, I need to know you can still be trusted Zekka” he then turned to Ike “And it depends whether you are discharged from hospital and wish to broaden your horizons” he then dropped his voice to speak to Ike “And I don’t know who they are”

Zekka choked. "Do I have to come?"

Ike shrugged. "Well I can't, can I?" His voice had an air of challenge. "We need to keep Rouser in play, and the sooner we get some new hyperspace routes, the sooner we can bypass our competitors."

Swinging back to Rouser, he narrowed his eyes. "I can be trusted; spying for Ananke wasn't particularly soul warming. She's a murderess, and every moment talking to her is cheating death with those Force powers." Zekka shifted into his robes more. "Alright. I'll help; my subordinates can sort it out. I'll hire some mercs for the job, and let Ike know what their names are so he can vet them. I know how this works."

"Indeed you do," Ike said. "Go on, then."

Zekka stiffened slightly, before nodding and heading out. Ike looked back at Rouser. "You need to go home; get ready, and I'll send one other person to assist. He's been in touch with me for a few years now, and we've worked together before. You may have heard of him, a s he's been reported dead until recently."

Ike began to drift, though, his eyes lidding slightly. In his hand was a controller for the pain meds, and he'd triggered it and his focus was drifting.

"Arb, is his name; Arb Skynxnex."

And then he was gone, asleep, recovering from his near-fatal blaster shot.

And so it was decided.

Pascale would have to head home first and get changed into one of his signature suits and of course top it off with his signature Panama hat. Then it would be on to the weapons and then his tools, just in case. His datapad he carried with him at all times, just in case he had to send anything to his private archive. He would also pack a bag with Qwi's bits, stuff she would need if they ever broke her out.

Arb Skynxnex. So that sadistic brute had come back. In the underworld he was known as an enforcer on Kessel and boy did he love to show it. Rouser thought he was a liability, too rough even for him, and he had worked with quite a few rough types.

And being Underlord again meant that you had to work with all the scum and villainy in the universe. It felt strange to have that title back again, to be the leader of one of the most powerful criminal organisations in the galaxy. But if he was going to get Qwi back, he had to use anything and everything at his disposal. Perhaps he may even keep the title afterwards, he would see.

Although he was concerned about Ike saying that they had to keep Pascale in the game as if he was a chess piece to be used. He was his own master, the master of one.

Qwi he thought I will keep my promise to come for you. Right now I have to get my hands dirty again. Sorry.

He thought about his exotic and intelligent lover and he smiled. They would be back together soon. Rouser gently squeezed Ike's arm "Rest well Ike, no doubt you are going to need it"

It was time for Pascale Rouser to once again step into the shadows….

And become the Dark Prince once more.

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Darth Zorn
Personal Ship, Unknown Planet

Darth Zorn eyed the creature and then folded his hands behind his back. Another apprentice of Sidious. Well, now it had sealed it's fate probably. But not yet.

Vengeance. He wanted no vengeance, he wanted to fulfill his destiny. But how could a feathered fool like her understand that.

Zorn was aware the "risk to his plan" was probably a ruse. But the other Sith was the truth. He felt it.

"So how convenient you can tell me only about this risk if I come to your home and take care of that Sith." Zorn smiled. Then nodded. "Cockpit is yours. Take me there."

This creature had a good idea who he was. It understood his Sith order and ambitions. The problem was he had seen and suffered manipulation by Sith before. So he was letting the game unfold. This was more interesting then a disturbance in the force. His father was unlikely to reveal himself so easily. But this creature was a threat. One he needed to understand before ending it.

Hanging his lightsaber back at his belt he followed the creature to the cockpit.

"Where is your home?" He asked as they arrived in the cockpit.

Could this be a trap by his father?

No, that was not Anakin Skywalker's style. It felt more like a trap by this creature. A trap for his mind probably. It tried to lure him into it's game. Which was so much more interesting than a simple attempt to kill him. It probably underestimated him, which was not surprising. There never had been a Sith with blood of the Chosen One in his veins.

"Darth Tempera, proceed our operation in the order we agreed upon." Zorn gave the order through his comm, letting his right hand subtly know he was not alone through the force. He also wanted the creature to know he would not slow down.

"If this is a trick to keep me from claiming my destiny I will rip your soul from your body and feast on it. You understand?" Zorn had leaned forward and whispered the words into Vergere's feathered ear.

He meant it and his sincerity was radiating into the force.

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Tor
Mandalore's Estate, New Keldabe

The young warrior looked up to the sky as her mother's ship shot off into the sky. Her heart still burned with anger, a rage that had nowhere to go. It just welled up inside her building and building as she watched the Oisk fly out to the horizon. Her jaw clenched breath coming in deep angered breaths.

"We can go hunting if you want. It doesn't have to be your buir."

"But I was promised I'd go hunting with her!" Tor yelled back turning her full fury onto her father, a man that had done nothing to deserve it. She was just angry, angry and being denied something she was promised, something she had been looking forward to for most of today.

"You have so little time left as a child. Enjoy it; it'll be over soon enough."

"I'm done being a child!" She shot back with more fire on her words than a flame projector. "I'm done standing on the side, done just watching my Buir fly off at a moment's notice, leaving me behind to just watch. She's taught me and trained me and for what!" Her voice echoed over the grounds. "I have all these skills all these talents and I never...ever get to use them! What the shab am I doing then! Why have I been wasting time sparring leaning under buir, when the chance comes up to use them I'm always left here, to look after Alfred and Leia!" Her hand thrust almost accusatory fashion at the two younger children. "I'm not some di'kut ad'ika that doesn't know which end of her blaster to hold! I can help, I can fight, I can do more than just stand to the side and let you two handle everything...I can stand on my own!" She turned away throat a little raw from her shouting her face squished into a snarl. As she marched away she found a rock and sat there turned away from the estate looking out into the forest her knees held up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her knees pulling them close.

A second explosion sounded in the distance. Her head turned around looking to Uncle Owen and Aunt Jerrod's craft...she could steal it...how hard was it to pilot one of those things anyway. Her gaze moved over to Leia, the young girl had shown an affinity for piloting.

It could be useful.

Ka'rta
New Keldabe City

The Oisk made the trip quickly, the plume of smoke making a good landmark for her to follow. At a distance it was difficult to tell the exact location, once they got closer the target was clear. Though it was very specific, Oyu'baat Cafe. Mandalmotors tower was understandable, the center of Keldabe, the home of a main supplier of war material. It was usually the start of any attack. The Oyu'baat, was an institution, a civilian institution. It furthered nothing, but to spread fear. However they came to the wrong planet for fear.

The Oisk landed wherever they pleased, having the codes for the Manda'lor and the crest of the 'Dar'Solus' clan plasted on the hull was a free pass to land anywhere there was space. Ka'rta led the way her hands on her pistols. The accusations were already flying. New Republic, Hutts, Nouanese, it didn't feel like any of those. She looked to Madelyn waiting for orders, until the third explosion rang out, and blaster fire joined it.

The hand of the Manda'lor pulled close to the leader of all Mandalore pistols drawn.

"Blaster fire from the space port and explosion from deeper in the city." She reported, "Jamming still in effect." She said checking her coms. Her eyes swept over the crowd looking for anyone that didn't belong before moving towards the active combat. Not so much to protect the innocent. More to end the fighting before the city got too torn up.

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Anakin Skywalker
Dagobah, Dreamscape

Anakin smiled at Master Windu's question.

"Oh why don't you tell me again how you despise the prophecy and turn around to look for your next chosen one, Master Windu?" Anakin shook his head. "Every moment that passes a star dies and someone's story begins."

He decided to wake up.

"I'll leave this discussion to the two of you."

WAKE UP!

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Galen Marek
Coruscant, Alley

This was not what he had expected!

Galen watched the scene below. Two ... guards of sorts and a pack of cloaked men with weapons. None of them was a Sith. Nine with guns, one with a bomb. The one with the bomb concerned him most.

There was a connection ... barely recognizable. Maybe had he been better at these things ... but he was convinced this was somehow linked to the Sith. A cult maybe? Smart if the Dark Lord had recruited non force users. They would be impossible to track back to him. For the security services at least. Galen had now taken up his trail.

First he would ruin whatever plan they executed though. Every grain of sand in the machine of Darth Zorn was good.

He acted quickly, holding himself at the wall with one hand like a free-climber he spread the other and ripped a heavy metal plating from the other side. He made it vertically drop on the bomb and the man who had it to suffocate the explosion and kill the man before he could set it off.

Then he allowed himself to drop down into the midst of one of the cloaked figures groups and ignited his blue blade. It began it's dance, killing two of them and cutting the arm of the third off.

"Take care of the others!" He shouted to those guards pointing at one group of attackers and turned to the third group reaching out with the force to pull them away from the crowd and back into the alley. With his blue blade he approached the three ... ready to eliminate the danger before interrogating the wounded one.

The Jedi would hear about this. He was having limited time now.

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IC: Leia Skirata-Linnett
Mandalore's Estate, New Keldabe

Leia felt a little offended at the accusation but squared her shoulders and let her father take Alfred in his arms. She knew Tor was angry, but Leia was also sure that her mother and Ka'rta had their reasons for keeping Tor with them. When Tor went off by herself Leia followed her to the rock and looked at the young warrior.

"I know you love us Tor." Leia smiled a little and lightly punched her in the shoulder. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lowered her voice. "But you can't go off on you're own. You're too important to us."

IC: Madelyn Linnett
New Keldabe City

Madelyn reached out with the force as citizens gathered around her and called for order, "Whoever attacks us will face all of Mandalore." Madelyn pointed out, trying to find anyone who didn't belong.

"Ka'rta gather as many warriors as you can. We need to end this before it gets worse." Madelyn said quietly. "We also need medical attention for our Vode." She pressed her back against Ka'rta but did not draw her darksaber yet, instead choosing to wait and figure out what was going on.

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Mace Windu
Dreamspace

"Oh why don't you tell me again how you despise the prophecy and turn around to look for your next chosen one, Master Windu?" The former Jedi shook his head. There was so much pain, there. Understandable. But still: dangerous. And yet (and Windu saw this as a glistening shatterpoint), perhaps galvanizing. "Every moment that passes a star dies and someone's story begins."

"Yes. And, like it or not, we're characters in this story."

Anakin didn't respond to this. He looked between Windu and the hooded figure. "I'll leave this discussion to the two of you."

And with that, Skywalker was torn from the dream. Windu sighed. He turned to face the apparition of Palpatine. There was nothing left for either of them, here. Windu asked simply:

"A son? Really? How? When did you have the time?"

And then Windu exited the dream himself.

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OOC: Combo w/ @HanSolo29 and @Sinrebirth
IC: Chancellor Feyna Organa and Senator Aryan Graul
Senate Tower, Senate District, Coruscant

It was a bit of a relief to finally be out of sight of the media, but that didn’t mean that Feyna was going to just relax and let her guard down. Though Graul was being perfectly professional so far, she still wasn’t sure how genuine was being; she hadn’t been very good at reading him fourteen years earlier, and there was no telling what sort of person he was now, and the underlying tension remained.

Isolder thankfully didn’t lay into Graul as soon as they had retreated from the public eye, though Feyna worried for a moment when he started trading verbal jabs with Captison. But while some of their points rang true, the tone of the exchange seemed—to Feyna, at least—more like light banter than real hostility.

Nonetheless, it might be in both sides’ better interests that Isolder and Graul not be in such close proximity to each other for much longer, so Feyna gave no protest to the suggestion that Captison and the Prince leave them for the time being. “I believe that would be best, yes,” she replied. “We can rejoin you when we’ve finished here.” She looked to Graul; she didn’t expect him to argue, but if he insisted that Captison stay, then Isolder stayed as well.

Isolder nodded,and Captison took the profferred arm, linking arms and smiling. "Thank you, Chancellor."

Whatever Aryan had to say about it, Gaeriel was making a decision for him. With a bat of her eyes at Aryan as if innocent, she allowed the Prince to lead her from the room.

He didn't need to look back; Feyna would eat Aryan alive.

With their respective partners gone, Feyna turned her full attention on Graul. She was not particularly happy about his return to the political stage; with the litany of charges against him...he was either very bold or very foolish. Maybe both.

She was careful not to show such displeasure, though. Things were already shaky enough with this Bakura situation, and the last thing she needed or wanted was for them to think that she was antagonizing their new Senator right off the bat.

Feyna took a seat in a nearby chair, and gestured for Graul to take another. “Congratulations on your election, Senator,” she began smoothly. “Quite an accomplishment, considering the obstacles you must have faced.”

Aryan exhaled through his nose and came around to the side of the table, his hand trailing idly along its edge as he watched Gaeriel retreat from the room at the Prince’s side. It had been a tense couple of minutes, but thankfully it had passed without incident. In that sense, the years had certainly proved beneficial – instead of openly engaging in the debate to make a personal statement and exacerbate the situation further, Aryan had been able to practice restraint and maintain his composure. Of course, it probably helped that he had also been mildly distracted by a subtle stirring in the Force – a quiet murmur that had touched his mind across the vast crowd. Either way, this had been his first true test since returning to the political scene, and he had passed with relative ease.

Acknowledging Organa with a slight nod, Aryan accepted her gesture and took the seat directly across from her. “Thank you, Madam Chancellor,” he replied in an equally cordial tone, leaning forward to fold his hands upon the polished tabletop. “I certainly appreciate that.”

He paused for a moment to consider his words carefully. “I won’t lie to you – it has been a long and arduous journey to reach this point after everything that happened, but I maintain that we all deserve a second chance. It’s about forgiveness and the healing of old wounds. We can’t carry on and enter a new age if we continue to squabble and dwell over the mistakes of the past. That kind of backward thinking could potentially destroy us from within – we must learn from those mistakes, perhaps even embrace them, and build upon them as we move into the future.”

Aryan offered a small smile and dipped his chin marginally. “I know my presence may not be welcome here, Chancellor, but I intend to make things right.”

It took a bit of effort for Feyna to maintain her neutral expression, somewhat cynical of his talk of mistakes and second chances. Yes, they’d both made mistakes during the war, some grievous…but there was a difference between a mistake, and a crime, and while Feyna didn’t believe that Graul was guilty of everything he’d been charged with, she wouldn’t say that she felt justice had been served, either. And there were plenty of Senators who would probably agree. At least he seemed prepared for the backlash.

But again, they weren’t here to talk about the past—though there were things she would have liked to ask, questions left unanswered for fourteen years, but they could wait a bit longer. Tonight was about the future—specifically, Bakura’s future in the New Republic.

“Your Bakurian constituents appear to agree with you,” she observed; she still wondered whether he’d been elected out of spite, but she hoped that Bakura wasn’t deliberately trying to stir up conflict. “At this point I think the question is, what can we do to make this transition less…grating, for them?” Other neutral territories considering membership would be watching these events carefully, and Feyna wanted to avoid this reluctant friction in the future.

A hint of a smile flitted across Aryan’s features before he settled back in his seat, adopting a more relaxed posture now that they had moved on to more practical matters. He was fortunate that Organa had not decided to press the issue – at least, not at this moment. She could have easily derailed this whole meeting by pursuing her own personal agenda, but the Chancellor had demonstrated more civility in that one decision than he had previously given her credit for. Despite her personal feelings, she seemed willing to give him a chance, and he certainly wasn’t going to back down from that challenge.

“From my own personal experiences, I understand that the Bakurian people prefer a more centralized system,” Aryan began casually, slipping right back into the usual political rhetoric that he had grown so accustomed to, almost as if he had never been away. “They are attracted to the idea of consolidating power, creating maximum efficiency, and thus binding the worlds of the galaxy together. Bakura is simply seeking a strong foundation upon which they can build upon...and contribute to in a positive way.”

He canted his head to regard her as that same impish grin returned to his lips. “They are a proud people who laud themselves on their values of law and order. It’s understandable that they feel a great deal of apprehension over this union and how it will affect the principles they hold dear. If you can alleviate those fears and provide a strong, unified approach, I can guarantee a smooth transition. It will be the first in a new era."

To Feyna, some of it came off as rather contradictory. The Bakurians valued law and order, but had deliberately ignored the New Republic’s warrant for Graul’s arrest; wanted unification but had elected as their Senator a war criminal whose mere presence was bound to create further division.

But she wasn’t about to point that out to Graul.

“With the Senate as divided as it is, that might be easier said than done,” she warned, though not too gravely. “Not impossible, though.” The Senate was split into dozens of separate parties, all with their own opinions and beliefs, which may or may not run parallel to those of the Bakurian people.

But Feyna was more concerned about those Senators who may be nursing grudges from the war. She was making an effort to look past Graul’s history and focus on Bakura, trying to put her best foot forward in the hope that the rest of the Senate would follow suit, but she couldn’t guarantee that they would. She eyed him cautiously. “I don’t believe that Bakura should suffer repercussions for your past, but I cannot promise that other Senators will be as willing to tolerate you for the sake of a smooth transition." It wasn't meant as a personal attack, simply a warning of what he might have to face from his new colleagues. "Now that your election is out in the open, the next session will give us a better idea of where everyone stands."

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IC: Gil Fortis
Back Alleys, Coruscant

Gil flinched hard when a piece of metal suddenly fell and landed directly on top of the fallen Acolyte, resulting in a muffled explosion that shook the immediate area. Whether he had been right about the dead man switch on the bomb or not, it mattered very little now, and they were all still breathing. For that, he was thankful. Now, however, he had a stranger with a blue glowing blade standing in the middle of the Acolytes, though thankfully he seemed to be with Gil and Berko, if only for the moment.

Given the bomb had just been neutralized, Gil would have loved to share that detail, and he hoped his radio was still stuck on the open channel, but he had other issues at hand, namely the rushing attackers. As soon as Berko took the hit, Gil inched out and placed a blaster shot directly into the chest of the offending shooter, dropping him to pavement.

With a swing of the rifle barrel, Gil opened fire on the other two. By this point, they were close enough that he had no excuses, at least in his mind, for missing them, and they both dropped with a few squeezes of the trigger. It was now that Gil finally got a look at the mystery man holding the glowing sword. From what little he knew about lightsabers, he knew they could cause more than their fair share of damage, and blue was usually a good sign as long as you weren’t making trouble. Otherwise, his understanding of Jedi and Sith was as solid as a peat bog on Dagobah.

Looking from his cover, rifle still up, Gil looked over at Berko, noticing the blaster wound on his arm.

“How bad is it? Got any stims with you?” He glanced back and forth from Berko to the Jedi, keeping an eye on danger while making sure his partner wasn’t about to expire on him.

The wound recalled memories of his own similar experience while still in the military, and the scar he carried as a souvenir on his shoulder. The thought of it made his left shoulder itch, as if it were seizing the moment to get attention even though it had long since healed over. He had been lucky to get away with only the scar. Others in his squad had not been so lucky. Though he hadn’t been partnered with Berko long, he didn’t want him joining those squad mates who hadn’t walked away from that fight. He hoped the Rodian was as lucky as he’d been.

Gil waited a moment to make sure he was clear to move, then quickly moved to where Berko was. He knelt in front of him, still facing the ongoing fight, then reached back to a pouch on the back of his belt and opened it to produce a small med kit and stim injection.

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Anakin Skywalker
Dagobah, Dreamscape

Anakin gasped. The Sith. He felt them, he felt their power as if they were right next to him. It was real and it was ... undefinable. He had never felt something like this before. He had faced many evils. This felt different.

Dark robes. A room. Nowhere was his son. It was his doing though.


Then he saw Padme. He almost smelled her. Almost felt her.

"You are a memory, are you?" He felt the tears in his eyes. His hands trembled. "So they start getting to me I guess. Who would more perfectly represent my need to act? I know I am not as strong as I made Master Windu believe. I know I am not as sure. Yes, I starve our son. I oppose what he has become by not confronting him. But he becomes stronger. Every second he grows more powerful. I allow it. Have I waited too long?" He raised his eyes and looked at her.

"Look at me old stubborn fool. Resisting destiny, Obi-Wan and all the Jedi by turning peaceful just when everybody wants me to grab my lightsaber and be a warrior. I wish you were here. I could need you clarity." He stepped to the projection of his wife. "I am afraid, Padme. I am afraid I am making a mistake. No matter what I do."

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Joren Sole
Landing Platform, New Keldabe

Joren made good use of the offer and dived out of cover quickly making his way into his ship. Then he looked back and saw the Mandalorian had not followed him. He realized he probably had to return the favor, aimed and opened his cover fire with a well aimed shot at the closest attacker, before wildly shooting at them to make them go for cover. "Come!" He yelled, ready to punch the button and close the ramp as soon as the Mandalorian got on board.

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