This is it. The war was over but not the way the jedi imagined it. Order 66 had been executed and the jedi order was destroyed by all was not lost as there were still jedi left throughout the galaxy. Some joined the empire others lived in the shadows or stood up against the empire that now tore the galaxy apart. Would the jedi defeat the empire in the different sectors of the galaxy.

What is this roleplay about?
This roleplay is based after the fall of the jedi order and 3 years after order 66. you will play a jedi or a member of the rebel alliance. You can either work against the efforts of the empire or with it.

Rules
1) No Godmodding
2) Up to 2 character accepted per user. (unless given permission by GMs via PM)
3) Follow the rules of the TOC.
4) Have fun
5) For this Chapter chacaters from the pre-order 66 era are now available for players to RP as, a list is down below
6) Character sheet must be approved by GMS (@Tay Neir, @greyjedi125)

Also here is the OOC page, The Final Stand Out of character page.

Characters available

Obi-Wan Kenobi
Ashoka Tano
Kannan Jarrus
Ezra Brider
Luminara Undiule
Senator Bail Oragna
Reva (Inquisitor)
Grand inquisitor

Chacaters Taken

Darth Vader- @T4M1-7

Character Sheet

Name:
Species:
Faction: (Jedi, Rebel alliance or empire)
Age:
Weapon: (If any)
Physical description or Image:
Language:
Personality:
Droid: (if any)
Star ship: (If any)

Now let The Final Stand Chapter 2 begin.

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I'll kick off this Chapter with Tanal Jahid.

Name: Tanal Jahid
Species: Nutolan
Faction: Jedi
Age: 24
Weapon: N/A currently using Master Neirs saber
Physical description or Image: Green skin, large black eyes, tall and slim and a missing head tail.
Language: Galactic basic
Personality: Kind, warm hearted and unpredictable
Droid: R2-T6
Star ship: X-wing

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IC: Tanal Jahid

Previously in Chapter 1.

Tanal and his party came out of hyperspace and saw the vessel before them. He could feel the pain in the sith apprentice and the presence of Master Starwalker.

"This is it folks, Master Starwalker in within that vessel, me and Arito will push in and deal with Nammend. The rest of you will get Master Starwalker out and get him back to the main flagship. May the force be with us." Commanded Tanal it was not his first extraction and it would not be his last.

This time in Chapter 2

Tanal brought his ship around and they perpered to initiate the rescue when Tanal felt 2 different things happening in two different locations, the first came from below as Nammend fought Vader and Starwalker ran off. The other coming from much further away in hutt space as Safina and Farnun's plan went off the rails, but there was another with them from this distance Farnun and the other where faint but Safina's was as clear as day.

"Arito, are you in postion?" Asked Tanal

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Character Sheet

Name: Farnun Venat
Species: Human
Faction:Rebel
Age: 21
Weapon: Blaster Pistol, Vibro Shiv



Physical description: Tall, dark and handsome
Language: Galactic Basic, Corellian ( oh yeah, a bit of Huttese )
Personality: Impulsive, kind. Determined, empathetic.
Droid: None yet
Star ship: Y-Wing ( all gone now )

***
Previously in Chapter 1.

While on the run from the Empire - and luckily remaining a few steps ahead, Farnun ran into a couple of Jedi while in hiding. That’s when he met the beautiful Jedi Safina, which unconsciously inspired him to keep fighting the ‘good fight’. Doing so meant he could stay close to the inspiring Mirialan ( and the Jedi ), but this also meant a lot more Imperial entanglements, which he had been avoiding so earnestly in the first place.
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Chapter 2, ‘Lights Out!’

Nar Shaddaa! Likely the only place not crawling with Imperials, a place where one could do some decent trading’, if one knew how to game the gamers. To that end, Farnun and Safina travelled to the Smuggler’s Moon, on a mission to quietly obtain parts to build a lightsaber. Farnun brought Safina to an old ‘contact’, a Junker by the name of Babidi, whom he had aided some time before.

Farnun reached Babidi’s junkyard/workshop and tried to contact the diminutive alien, who at first seemed reluctant to admit him. Once inside, Babidi welcomed the pair by displaying Farnun’s wanted holo. He wished for Farnun to work off his ‘bounty’ in return for his ‘freedom’. A deal was reached, but a Trandoshan appeared with Gamorreans, who wasted no time attempting to cart off with Safina. There was sudden movement- and then: Light’s off!!

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Character Sheet

Name: Moff Hellyon
Species: Human
Faction: Empire
Age: 54
Weapon: Force-Pike, Holdout Blaster



Physical description: Dashing enough to be mistaken for a Graul.
Language: Galactic Basic, Coruscanti
Personality: Calculating, Ambitious, Militant, Manipulative
Droid: N/A
Star ship: ISD Armageddon

***
Previously in Chapter 1.

A man who prides himself in the Rule of Law, Moff Hellyon finds the Jedi and the rebels to be a collective band of tragic and foolish daydreamers who must be put to rest. He’s assisted Lord Vader in several ‘peacekeeping’ campaigns already and will continue to do so. However, he does seem to have an agenda of his own in all of this.
**
Chapter 2, Coruscant Bound!

The ISD Armageddon and all vessels under Moff Hellyon’s command have been recalled to the capital. Despite this, the very vigilant man still has his intelligence network and his informants keeping him up to date on his quarry possible whereabouts.

 

Name: Safina Ushali
Species: Mirialan
Faction: Jedi
Age: 19
Weapon: Lightsaber with blue blade
Physical description or Image:

Language: Basic, Mirialan
Personality: Demure, quiet, but occasionally mischievous, afflicted with the impatience and lack of emotional control common to many Padawans

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The story so far...

Having escaped from Order 66 while on Tatooine, Safina has been on the run in the Outer Rim, stirring up minor acts of defiance against the Empire and earning herself a reputation as a stubborn trouble maker amongst the Inquisitors that pursue her.

Then she met Tanal Jahid, and learned that a true fledging Rebellion movement was beginning - as well as perhaps the start of a new Jedi Order, bringing together other survivors.

She also met Farnun Vanet - a handsome scoundrel for whom she has developed feelings.

Safina has been sent on a mission by Master Jahid to collect the technical parts for a new lightsaber. She asked Farnun for help and together they travelled to Nar Shaddaa, looking to trade with its notorious black marketeers.

After meeting Babidi it became clear the Empire was looking for them, there was a price on their heads, and then the lights went out...

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*** GM APPROVED ***
IC: Safina
Nar Shaddaa, Gorga’s Court



“Now, you dance!” growled Sssurk. The hefty Trandoshan shoved Safina toward one of the tables circling the hall, where the despicable patrons whooped and pawed at her. A jerk on the chain connected to the quadanium slave collar around her neck reminded the young Jedi that refusal brought consequences.

Safina groaned. How could I have been so stupid?

Back at Babidi’s workshop, the hostility and danger had been rippling through the Force so strongly that even a dull Padawan such as she could not mistake the signs. Sssurk and his Gamorrean henchmen were undoubtedly bad people… But she was so desperate to help Farnun, she had ignored the warnings of her instincts and gone with them willingly.

Then, the moment… She thought she remembered turning and seeing the appearance of the armour-clad figure, but then everything had gone dark. The bruise on the back of her head told Safina that Sssurk had clubbed her unconscious.

She had awoken in a dungeon, clad in skimpy clothes not her own, and with a slave collar around her neck. Grop and Throt, the two thuggish Gamorreans, had roughly dragged her upstairs to meet Gorga the Hutt. On the way, she had objected to her clothing. But they had simply laughed and suggested she take it all off then.

Safina soon discovered that the giant obese slug called Gorga was not, in fact, interested in the nuances of Mirialan Animal-Spirit traditional interpretive dances. She was there to entertain the Hutt’s cronies and visitors in a different way.

But she had one advantage over this motley crowd. None of them knew she was a Jedi. The dilemma she had now was how long to put up with her ill-treatment. How long before she had earned enough credits to secure Farnun’s freedom?

Sssurk, who seemed to be Gorga’s chief ‘enforcer’, was strangely vague about that.

So, reluctantly, recoiling from the leering sentients surrounding her, Safina danced. She glanced at Gorga, reclining on his voluminous throne. While she kept him happy and gave enough time to each of the tables around the court, she avoided trouble. The music played, and she danced.

The proceedings were interrupted by a new visitor. A tall severe man in white blazer and black uniform trousers swept into the court and the music died. An Imperial security droid bent low to pass through the archway and follow the man into the court, but then took up position guarding the exit.

Safina stopped her performance and watched. The entire court had fallen into silence, and lots of eyes followed the Imperial officer – for that was surely who this was – as he approached Gorga’s throne.

Rasev – Gorga’s ill-tempered RA-7 protocol droid, shuffled beside its master and glared at the Imperial with huge, insect-like eyes. Gorga rumbled something in his deep voice and Rasev intoned in a grating, electronic voice.

“You come unannounced, Commander Snyde, into Hutt space. The mighty Gorga asks why? It is too early for the tithe collection.”

Safina slid to the side of the room, observing the confrontation. There was clearly a relationship of mutual dislike here. And Safina knew that Gorga could speak Basic. The use of the droid was a deliberate snub, an attempt to demonstrate Gorga would not lower himself to speaking the language of the Empire. But there was also a tacit acknowledgement by the Hutt that he did not wish to antagonise Snyde too much.

The Imperial brushed an imaginary speck from his white tunic. “I come not purely for official administration matters this time.”

Gorga rumbled incredulously. “Pleasure, then?” grunted the droid.

“Hardly,” muttered Snyde. “I come to offer intelligence to a business partner, as a favour.”

Rasev translated. Gorga awaited the rest. Snyde continued. “If you are holding any Jedi, now is the time to cash in on the bounty. Are you?”

Safina listened very hard now.

Through the translator droid, Gorga declared that he did not hold any Jedi and knew of none on Nar Shaddaa. Rasev added comments from the Hutt, “It seems your Emperor is not so mighty that these Jedi still run free in the Galaxy.”

Snyde waved a hand dismissively. “Not for much longer. We hold some of them and the Empire is about to spring a trap to end the Jedi forever. A prison barge awaits them, and on board our entire army of inquisitors as well as legions of Dark Troopers. This will be the last chance to claim any bounty on them.”

Safina’s eyes widened. “Where is this trap?” she blurted out before she could help herself.

Snyde turned slowly and glared at her. “What did you say, girl?”

Realising her mistake, but desperate to find out where the trap would be, Safina wracked her brains for a moment. Then an idea bloomed.

“Ryloth,” she said.

“What?” said Snyde.

Safina pointed at the translator droid. “He said you said Ryloth. When he translated just now.”

Rasev grunted annoyance at Safina, but Gorga demanded an explanation in Huttese. The droid turned and spoke to the Hutt.

“No, I did not say Ryloth,” said Snyde.

“No, I said he said you said Ryloth,” said Safina.

“What?” said Snyde. “You said I said Ryloth?”

“No! I said he said you said Ryloth!”

Rasev was having trouble keeping up with the conversation and translating it to Gorga, who was also becoming angry.

“This trap is on Ryloth?” boomed the Hutt, in Basic.

“Enough!” Snyde stamped a foot in frustration. “The trap is at Sullust.”

Safina immediately bowed her head and looked away. She said in a quiet voice. “Oh, I see.”

Though she had obtained the information she wanted, she knew it would come at a cost. As expected, Gorga pulled hard on her chain. At the same time, Sssurk grabbed her from behind and dragged to the Hutt’s throne.

“You will learn not to speak unless you are spoken to!” the reptilian hissed close to her ear.

“I apologise for this one. She is new. She will be punished,” said Gorga, now addressing Snyde in Basic. “Was there anything else?”

Snyde hesitated, looking Safina up and down. “The girl. Is she for sale? I will give you a good price.”

Gorga pulled Safina in close, a flabby arm wrapping around her naked hips. She braced herself, knowing what would come next. A slimy tongue flopped out and licked her face. Safina tried hard not to vomit.

“No,” said Gorga. “I like this one. Feisty, but she will learn her place.”

“Then I will be on my way,” said Snyde. “The next time you hear from me, the Jedi will be but a fading memory in this Galaxy.”

Gorga raised a goblet of wine in his free hand. “To the end of the Jedi, then.”

Snyde turned and marched out the hall, followed by his sinister security droid. Gorga released his grip on Safina, and Grot and Throt came to aid Sssurk, taking hold of her limbs.

“Take her to the dungeon,” said Gorga. “For discipline.”

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Name: Adon Haran
Species: Human Mandalorian
Faction: Independent Contractor (For GM: would start as a contracted Jedi hunter for the Empire, but with the ulterior motive of using the Empire’s info network to find and join forces with the Jedi in retaliation for the occupation of Mandalore. Outward indications of slain Jedi are mostly for show and reputation boosting with Imperial forces, and generally are discarded sabers he’s recovered)
Age: 34
Weapons: Extendable beskar gauntlet blade, beskar boot knife, wrist flamethrower, knee launchers, grapple launcher, Glie-44 blaster pistol, customized scoped slugthrower rifle (lethal, explosive, shock, and mercy rounds)
Armor: Brown and tan beskar’gam made of beskar, matching buy’ce (helmet) with integrated comms, thermal imaging, and weapon links, jet pack (without rocket, most of the time) featuring broken lightsaber components fused to the shell, brown flight suit and tan padded kama
Image:

Language: Basic, Mando’a, Binary, Jawaese, Rodese, Huttese
Personality: Adon Haran keeps most of his personal history close to his chest, given his line of work as a soldier-for-hire. While many Mandalorians find work as bounty hunters, Adon’s specialty lies with a very specialized area: Force users. Accustomed to hunting down and handling Jedi and the reclusive Sith alike, Adon has put considerable expense and effort into his armor and weaponry, from full beskar construction to specialized weaponry that comes as close as possible to going toe to toe with a lightsaber and keeping his head firmly attached to his shoulders.

With the announcement of Order 66, Adon has closely followed the progress of the Imperial Inquisition, going so far as to make contact with the Empire regarding tracking down the Jetiise. While he has so far primarily been an info gatherer, the direct confrontations have consistently been short and sweet, and tend to add broken lightsaber pieces to the collection fused onto his jetpack as a warning.

On the job, Adon is quiet, no-nonsense, and tactically minded. With most people, his armor and trophies do much of the talking for him, as does the general reputation of Mandalorians among most as fierce fighters. However, his off the clock personality can be quite the opposite, given the chance to relax with someone he deems worth getting to know personally. He enjoys pints of ne’tra gal over a game of Sabac, a deck of which he keeps on hand in case he meets someone who wants to part with their credits in rapid fashion.
Droid: “Droids just slow me down…or get shot.” – Adon Haran, on astromechs

Adon typically avoids taking on droids of any type, as he believes they are a hassle to keep up with and tend to draw fire entirely too much. To date, he has taken on a total of 7 astromechs over the years, only to see every single one be blown to pieces by blaster fire, or be pulverized by a charging Reek, in one unfortunate case.

Currently, Adon employs a specialized seeker droid nicknamed Prowler as an extension of his armor’s recon systems. The small, hovering droid is fitted with a pair of manipulator arms, scanners and sensors of various types, a small cutting torch, retracting scomp link, holoprojector, comms transceiver, and a few other recon-oriented tools. Prowler tends to shy away from combat, as the droid is not outfitted with weaponry. His role is more geared toward recon, slicing, and infil/exfil support for Adon.

Star ship:
Genet Galaar (“Gray Hawk”)


Previously, in Chapter 1:
Adon Haran encountered Safina and Farnun on the docks, unknown to them, and sent his seeker droid, Prowler, to tail them after recognizing tell-tale signs of a Jedi and learning of the bounty on Farnun's head. After tracking them to a junk yard, Adon found his way inside and came upon the pair as they were being confronted by a friend-turned-enemy and his HK droid. As Prowler cut the power to the facility, the party was sent into darkness...and chaos. What sort of situation will Farnun and Safina find themselves in when the lights return?

 

IC: Safina
Nar Shaddaa, the Dungeon of Gorga



Safina struggled as Grot and Throt dragged her down to the dungeons. Sssurk now had her legs gripped in his reptilian arms and led the way deeper down the stone steps.

It was sweltering hot and humid down here. They reached the room. They had a machine here, a kind of frame, reaching from the low ceiling down to the flagged stone floor. Safina guessed its original purpose was to dismember old droids – pull their limbs out of their sockets ready for recycling. Now they used it for discipline.

She had already endured an agonising session with the shock truncheons, as a warning on what would happen if she “displeased the master”.

Sssurk turned and flashed a grin with pointed teeth. “I always enjoy this part of the job.”

Safina decided this was the moment. Her slave collar had been uncoupled and left up above in the throne room.

She twisted in the grip of Sssurk and her legs came momentarily free. She used the hold of the Gamorreans on her arms as leverage and lashed out with a bare-footed kick to the Trandoshan’s head, sending him reeling.

Her skin was by now coated with a slick film of sweat in the heat, and she wriggled free one arm from her porcine captor’s grip, immediately gifting him with an elbow smash to the snout. Then, with her free hand she punched Throt in the snout, too. The Gamorreans squealed and fell backwards.

For a moment, she was free.

Safina struck a stance as the Throt and Grop surged back toward her. She took a breath. She knew what to do.

Safina remembered the Battle of Utapau. She remembered the surge of Force power that she had unleashed. Then, it had been an uncontrolled outpouring of hatred. Now, she acted calmly and with clarity. She had done it before; she grasped the invisible strands of Force energy and directed them as required. Her intent now was to save them from harm, not destroy them. It made all the difference.

She thrust out with her palms, and the invisible battering ram of the Force Strike slammed into Throt and Grop and threw them against the far wall, knocking them unconscious.

Safina took a fraction of a moment to reflect. She had never been able to do that before. Not with any consistency. A long ago lesson from Master Qiid surfaced in her mind, from a time when she had sulkily challenged the need for a Padawan to learn to build their own lightsaber.

“It’s just a technical procedure… how can it be so important?” she had pouted.

“You will learn, my young Padawan,” he had replied. “It is not the physical building of the lightsaber that counts, but the spiritual journey we undertake to reach that goal.”

For just that fraction of a moment, Safina thought she might understand what he meant. She was growing in her powers, but more importantly, in her understanding of the Force.

The moment was broken as a movement behind her heralded the oncoming attack of Sssurk. The 'Doshan had recovered and was lunging for her. Safina span and saw he had grabbed a vibro-halberd from a rack on the wall.

The young Mirialan stretched out a hand and another of the hafted weapons flew to her grip. She was growing in her confidence in the use of Force telekinesis, too.

They traded blows, clashing hafts then blades in a fearsome martial display down in the dingy dungeon. Sssurk was by far the stronger opponent. The ‘Doshan towered over Safina and was at least twice her weight. But the slender girl was quick and skilful, and did not try to stop blows dead, rather diverting and counter-attacking.

Sssurk became frustrated and reckless. The opening came. Safina pounced, falling into a crouch and slicing low with the halberd. She cut the reptilian’s right leg clean away, below the knee.

Sssurk collapsed, dropping his weapon and clutching the wound, gasping for breath.

Safina stood over him, the blade point of the polearm pointing to his chin. “Where are my clothes, you scumbag?”

“My leg! My leg! You cut off my leg!” hissed the crocodilian, writhing on the ground.

Safina shrugged. “You’re a ‘Doshan. It’ll grow back. Now, my clothes?”

She pushed the blade so that it touched his chin. Sssurk did not answer, but his slit pupils glanced sideways, toward a locker against the far wall. Safina skipped toward it and slashed the padlock with one swipe of the halberd.

The doors opened and she found inside a jumble of clothes and other personal items. They were women’s clothes… some looked like the dancing costume similar to that she had been forced to wear, others were more normal. She guessed they had been confiscated. As she touched them, echoes in the Force told Safina of the despair of those that had passed before her through this place. She turned and scowled at Sssurk.

Then she found her own minidress, bundled into a corner of the closet. With a surge of relief – and some disbelief – she found her lightsaber rolled up in the folds of the skirt.

There was no time to lose. She slipped the dress over her head and clipped the saber to her hip.

Sssurk saw the cylinder of the saber and said, “What even is that? Some kind of alarm transmitter?”

Safina shook her head. She should have been grateful for the stupidity of her captors, but somehow it saddened her that after only three years the galaxy was forgetting what the traditional trappings of a Jedi looked like.

She strode toward the ‘Doshan and ignited her saber. Now the azure blue blade extended with a snap-hiss and hovered dangerously close to his chin. His eyes widened.

“You’re… you’re a Jedi!?”

Safina lowered her stance and looked him in the eye. “Yes. And I have a message for your master. If he, or you, or anyone here lays hands on a woman without their consent again, I and my kind will come back for you. Do not forget it.”

Despite his astonishment, Sssurk regained some composure. “Your kind? Ha! The Empire will end your kind soon enough!”

Safina straightened, deactivated her lightsaber and scowled down at the Trandoshan. “We shall see about that.”

Then with a carefully judged surge of the Force she banged his head on the stone ground and knocked him out.

It did not take her long to find an escape route out of the dungeon, and she was fortunate that only one other guard had to suffer temporary unconsciousness along her way. But when Safina emerged onto the streets of Nar Shaddaa, panic threatened to take her again. The busy avenue outside the palace could have been anywhere on the moon. All manner of sentients barged past her, paying her no attention at all.

She had no idea where she was… or how to find Farnun.

Or maybe she did have an idea?

Safina had a hunch. It had come to her once before, while they were waiting outside Babidi’s workshop. She had felt something about Farnun. Was it just her own emotions for him clouding her mind, or was it an instinct?

Her masters had always taught her that a Jedi should trust her instincts. Safina’s confidence in the Force had changed dramatically in the last few moments. Perhaps there was another step she could take?

She closed her eyes and reached out with her senses. Then she tried one more thing that she had never achieved before. Safina issued a telepathic signal. It spread across the moon of Nar Shaddaa.

Farnun! Hear me! Help me find you!


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OOC: Big thanks to @greyjedi125 for the fun combo! Apologies for the wait, but...*drum roll commences*...here it is!

Farnun & Adon
Red Haze at the edge of Darkness

Babidi was betraying him for the Imperial Bounty on his head. A Trandoshan slaver and his guards were taking Safina captive. Now Red, the HK droid had a blaster rifle pointed at his chest.

How could things have turned out so badly so quickly?

Coming to Nar Shaddaa had been a very bad idea.

Sweat began to bead on the scoundrel’s countenance, as the mask of his confidence began to break. Farnun kept his arms up as his mind desperately attempted to seek a solution, any angle, but there was only that red fury at the edge of his eyes, beginning to creep in, seeping in its toxic mixture of fear and anger.

Farnun could hardly hear what was being said as his eyes darted back and forth. Once again the Empire was responsible for his troubles, this time in the form of the bounty, spurring greed, betrayal and misery.

The scoundrel glared at Babidi and Red, then he caught sight of the armored figure. Farnun’s expression did not change. He did not know who this person was, or their intention.

That’s when the lights suddenly went out!

Farnun wasted not even a fraction of a second as he cartwheeled to his left, his blaster was already in his hand. He fired a series of aimed shots at Red's photoreceptors, even while he was inverted in mid motion. Farnun knew that Red had an infra-red mode upgraded to his target acquisition package.

Red for his part was firing on Farnun, who had moved immediately, while Red had remained stationary. The HK droid was a great shot, as long as he could see. Farnun saw the sparks of his shots as he successfully took out the droid’s eyes, but he also felt a shot from Red hit him.

Farnun fell to to floor and grunted as he gritted his teeth in pain, blinking away, and letting the red in his eyes fuel his resolve. Turning, he fired several shots where he calculated a Gamorrean might be, seeing how they were not the most fleet footed of creatures. A sudden gurgling squeal rewarded his ears, even as he rose to his feet, his vibro shiv now on his left hand. The guard fell to the ground and Farnun made sure it would harm no one else, ever again.

Someone else was firing a weapon in the room, but the shots were not in his direction.

Focusing for a moment, Farnun tried to follow Safina’s scent, but he had lost it. There were too many conflicting scents mixed in the darkness and he’d wasted too much time already. He couldn’t even see what exit the slavers could have taken, which only increased his despair. The throbbing pain on his side wasn’t helping him think clearly either.

That’s when the auxiliary power generators kicked in and the lights came back!

Farnun squinted his eyes and quickly regarded the room. Safina was gone!!

With his weapon raised, he turned to see who was left. He had no doubt Babidi was long gone by now, but anyone else was fair game.

While Farnun was dealing with his end of the situation, the armored figure of Adon had advanced quickly at seeing the Jedi clubbed and shots begin to ring out. As far as timing was concerned, Prowler’s had been perfect. His own, sadly had been a bit sluggish, brought on by caution due to the newer arrivals. By the time he reached the HK droid, it had fired and been fired upon. As luck would have it, the droid’s eyes had been removed by blaster fire.

With a quick, heavy jab, the blade extending from his gauntlet took the droid in the back of the head and pushed right through to the front. As soon as the blade was retracted, the droid fell with a loud crash. There was no sign of the droid’s handler, however, even in Adon’s infrared optics.

Looking around, he spotted the Gamorrean dropping from being hit, and quickly pulled his blaster pistol for a single shot toward the other making its way from the fight. Without a squeal, it hit the floor and remained there, but their boss and the Jedi girl had already disappeared.

He then turned the blaster toward Farnun, and the lights suddenly snapped back on.

In the restored light, Adon held his aim, but quickly examined the young man, noticing immediately the blaster burns on his side. Unfortunate, but luckily not critical yet. He could work with that.

“Unless you think those things are going to help you against armor, I suggest you drop the weapons,” he said. “I won’t be asking a second time.”

While he left Farnun to blink in the sudden light and decide on his next moves, Adon’s free hand slipped around to the back of his belt and pulled free a small canister with a spray nozzle and a blue label. He held it in plain view to further encourage Farnun to drop the weapons.

Farnun regarded the man in armor, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as his lips tightened in distaste. Was this stranger here to collect the bounty in Babidi's stead? The man didn’t say, but the scoundrel wouldn’t put it past him. This one looked like a Mandalorian. As far as he knew, there were no ‘fake’ Mandalorians running around, just the same way there weren’t any ‘fake’ jedi. Especially now that they were being hunted by the Empire.

This one had to be the real deal- and given Mandalorian reputation…well, the math was easy, but still unpleasant.

“Fine.”

Farnun agreed, but grudgingly so. The look on his face would convey as much. Precious time was being wasted while Safina was being taken who knew were, for purposes he’d rather not speculate on.

As it was, he had a better chance in dealing with his present situation while conscious, rather than not. Slowly, Farnun crouched and placed his blaster and vibro shiv on the floor. He knew his withering glare would have no effect on the armored figure, so he glared at him just the same.

“What do you want!?” He nearly barked at the man.

His eyes remained on the armored figured. He ignored all else as his mind attempted to figure out how best to get to Safina, given his current predicament.

Adon patiently waited for Farnun to disarm before tossing the canister to him. The blue label now clearly indicated bacta upon closer inspection, which would heal the blaster wound on Fanun’s side. As the man demanded answers, Adon finally lowered his own blaster, though he stopped short of holstering it.

“First, you’re going to patch yourself up with that,” Adon replied. “You’re no good to me dead, or anyone else, for that matter. Certainly not your friend. The Jedi.”

His helmet inclined slightly toward the holoprojector showing Farnun’s bounty, which had regained power with the rest of the building. At the same time, his eyes were watching Farnun carefully, looking for any tells or reactions. Did he know who he was traveling with? Or would this be news to him?

“I had hoped to have both of you here, but one is better than none, for now. Once you’re fixed up, you can help me retrieve her. Shouldn’t be too difficult to find where she’s gone, and Nar Shaddaa isn’t the place for you to be running into Hutt territory alone with a bounty on your head.”

The scoundrel clenched his jaws and bit down on his ever surging, bitter frustration. This man had him 'dead to rights', and from what he pieced together, he seemed to be some kind of bounty hunter.

For the moment, Farnun did as he was instructed. With his free hand, he opened the side of the jacket he wore, which had been burnt through by the blaster bolt. Underneath it, he saw his ruined and blackened undershirt as well as the burnt flesh at the impact point. Farnun winced from the pain and crinkled his nose at the smell of it. Without hesitation, he sprayed the content from the canister unto the wound and couldn’t stop himself from sighing at the rush of relief he felt.

“I guess you expect me to be a grateful prisoner?” Farnun said, frustration still evident in his voice, even as he tossed back the canister at the armored man.

“Well….thanks, I guess.”

That was supposed to be sarcasm.

Moving his arm in a circular motion, Farnun found the pain had greatly diminished, much to his surprise. A bacta spray was not something he encountered very often.

“We need to find my…friend.” he now stated, his voice tight and controlled. It did not escape his notice that the armored man had referred to Safina as a Jedi, but he was not about to confirm it. At least not yet. But the armored man was right. Nar Shaddaa was a dangerous place - a very dangerous place to any who didn’t understand the unspoken rules.

As he waited for the man to respond, Farnun went over and turned-off the holo projector displaying his image and bounty.With a few keystrokes, he deleted the message. Dark thoughts were now clouding his mind.

He was worried about Safina. Not knowing if she was safe or if she had been sold-off was inwardly excruciating. But this…Mandalorian….was he a better option? The 'Mando would turn her over to the Empire to be executed just for profit. Would it be better for him not to know her fate, rather than ‘guarantee’ her capture if they came looking for her? Was that selfish of him?

Farnun made a fist and grunted, feeling himself boiling inside at the predicament. They were wasting time.

In that moment, Farnun was about to make a demand of the ‘Mando, when he heard a familiar voice, one only he could hear. Despite himself, his eyes bulged in surprise.

Farnun looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, his expression perplexed.

“Safina?”

He realized he had spoken her name aloud only after the fact, as if she could hear him. Farnun was suddenly unsure how to proceed, especially with his latest ‘captor’ in the room. But maybe, just maybe, there was an opportunity here.

Adon caught the bacta canister as it was thrown back and quickly stuffed it back in its spot on his belt. As Farnun walked around the room, he made no motion to stop him, and instead walked over to where Farnun had dropped his weapons. Scooping up the blaster, Adon looked it over, then did the same with the shiv.

He wasn’t oblivious to Farnun’s efforts to hide who the Jedi was, but he stopped and looked around as soon as the man muttered the name ‘Safina’. Aside from the two of them, there was no one with them for his helmet’s audio receptors to detect. If his suspicions were correct about the girl being Jedi, maybe this was some trick of hers. Until he could be certain, Adon tuned his helmet for lower audio frequencies, just to be safe. It was thanks to this that he heard the hum of Prowler’s repulsors as the droid floated into the room.

The droid gave a look at Farnun before bleeping low sounds at Adon, who nodded.

“Find us a ride. We’ll need to be quick, and make sure it has three seats,” he commanded to Prowler, who beeped and flew off again.

He turned back to Farnun, still holding onto the blaster he had dropped as he thought. Eventually, he tossed it over to him with a sigh.

“If you want to find your friend, you may need this,” Adon said. “But if I see the barrel aimed anywhere near me, I will drop you. I’m not generally in the habit of handing blaster to people with bounties, so don’t make me regret it.” He paused to let Farnun catch the blaster, and for the threat to sink in. “Maybe you’re just lucky I think the charges are a heap of garbage…” he added, under his breath. “In any case, neither of us is going to help her alone, so we go together. Once your Jedi friend is out of trouble, we’ll figure out…what comes next.”

A moment later, Adon’s gauntlet screen lit up with a message from Prowler. Their ride was here.

Farnun regarded this bounty hunter with a hard look, even as he caught his blaster back, then holstered it himself. He was no fool, nor did he wish to have himself killed foolishly. This was no time to be reckless, no matter how tempting it seemed.

It was curious: This 'Mando was returning his blaster instead of putting restraints on him. This was perplexing behavior for a 'captor'. Still, he couldn't bring himself to trust the man, there were always more layers to someone's motivations, that lesson he'd learned all too well. However, something the 'Mando said struck him.

'Once your Jedi friend is out of trouble, we'll figure out...what comes next.'

Farnun wasn't sure what exactly to make out of that, but it was certainly an unexpected thing to say, as opposed to: 'I'll be filthy rich after I turn you in'.

As it was, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter anyway. This was Nar Shaddaa after all, and he needed to find Safina as soon as possible.

'We're coming to find you.' Farnun thought to himself, completely unaware that his thoughts might be received.

Walking up to the 'Mando, he put his hand out.

"The shiv. I'll need that too." He said simply, fully expecting the weapon to be returned.

After a pause, Farnun flared his nose and made an expression of distaste. "Bet you the Hutts have her." The very idea galled him to the core.

For the first time, his gaze came up to meet that of the 'Mando's helmet. He looked at him squarely and with singular determination.

"Just help me find her." He declared.

That's when the 'Mando's gauntlet suddenly lit up.

Adon almost chuckled when Farnun walked up and demanded his shiv back. The man had guts, that was for sure, but handing him a shiv was more of a gamble than the blaster. Blaster bolts would skip off beskar, but knives could be wedged between armor plates into soft spots. Considering the obvious and understandable distrust between them currently, Adon wondered if Farnun would take his chances at close range and go after the Jedi solo. Not that he doubted his own close-range skills, but it was far more even footing there, and Adon preferred his fights slanted in his favor.

“One step at a time,” he replied, keeping the shiv on his belt. “I returned your blaster, but that doesn’t mean we’re on the same page yet. Work with me here and you’ll get it back. With any luck, you won’t need it.”

At the mention of the Hutts, Adon’s skin crawled as he imagined Farnun’s did at the idea. Hutts were slimy, their morals as much as their skin.

“Let’s get to your friend before they harass her too much. Follow me.”

Adon jerked his head toward the door and led Farnun out to where Prowler was waiting with a Metrocab landspeeder. When the door slid open, Adon sighed and shook his head at seeing Prowler plugged into the droid socket.

“I told you something quick. Besides, the droid in this is going to be a problem,” he said with some irritation.

Prowler beeped back at him as his scomp link arm rotated.

“What do you mean you overrode the droid module? Those things are on a municipal network. And yes, the XJ-6 was only a two-seater, but it was much faster, and it can fly at altitude.”

More beeps of various pitches.

“Blocked the data stream…”, Adon gave another irritated sigh, but finally waved Farnun onto the speeder. “Better hope you didn’t block the traffic database too.”

He climbed into the speeder and looked at Farnun again.

“Do you have any idea which of the Hutts has your friend? We’re going to be here until we’re both old and gray if we have to go calling on every Hutt on this rock.”

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IC: Gerald Starwalker

Gerald watched as the sith apprentice was killed. She was no match for Darth Vader. He ran away from the fight just as her body hit the cold marble floor of the ship. Lucky for Gerald Nammend had handed him his lightsaber before her death. He ran away until he came across an inquisitor. Gerald stopped short of running into the inquisitor. The inquisitor turned to face Gerald and he was surprised to see his former padawan. He had survived after all.

"Master Starwalker you survived, it's a long time no see" Said the inquisitor as he ignited his desc saber.

"I see you survived, but why have you joined the empire?" Asked Gerald as he ignited his own green bladed lightsaber.

"It's a way of life now, i hunt down the jedi, i survive, it's how things are now master" Replied the inquisitor.

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IC: Avinn Neir

Avinn had healed a lot since Tanal and the others had left. He was still weak at times but nothing major. He feared whether Tanal would be able to pull off the rescue, considering the size of the empire compared to the rebel alliance. Avinn entered the bridge of one of the newer ships. It was pretty big. Bigger than the scarlet vessel had been. The Tantive 4 was leia organa's personal ship and this was its twin sister in a way. Makes sense as to why they called it the Tantive 8. The rebel alliance had a few ships but they really lacked names sometimes. After all there were about 6 different twilights. Avinn sat down in the poilet's seat and it felt natural like he had flown the ship many times before, Which of course he hadn't. That's when it dawned on him. Some of the elements of this vessel were taken from other starships. In this case all the seats in the bridge were taken from ships just like the ghost. Which had also been what the Scarlet Vessel had been. That would explain why Avinn felt at home in it. Avinn ran his hands over the controls. Avinn then looked out of the view port and saw another ship that looked like the scarlet vessel. It was beautiful. Avinn then started to question why Falcon Squadron even had a flagship if they had a crew like the ghost. Avinn then got up and left the vessel and entered the scarlet vessel's sister. The scarlet Falcon. The original ship of Falcon Squadron before Tanal and Avinn went looking for more members of their crew. Memories then returned to the jedi master when Avinn had continued Tanal's training. Tanal was Avinn's padawan for a short time before Tanal ended it short by forming Falcon Squadron. That's when Avinn thought, if Tanal was training Safina, why couldn't Avinn train Tanal at the same time. He then fired up the Scarlet Falcon. oh how Avinn loved the sound of the Scarlet Falcon firing up. It reminded him of a lothcat in a way. Tanal then decided to try to get through to Safina and Farnun. Afterall it was about time someone checked in with the two.

"Specter 3, Specter 4, This is specter 2 how is your mission going?" Asked Avinn and he sat back patently waiting for a response.

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IC: Safina
Nar Shaddaa... ships in the void



Safina's eyes widened as she felt the response from Farnun. The touch of his soul was unmistakable.

"Yes, yes! It's me!" she said out loud. "I'm alright... I'm... Where are...?"

But at this point she realised the connection had broken. She had become too excited - too elated - and lost track of her control of the Force. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and tried again.

Farnun! Where are you?

Nothing this time. Safina sighed. Whatever steps she was taking in her understanding of the Force, it was still just beginnings. It would usually be about now that Master Qiid would lecture her on patience and order her to meditate for several hours before trying again.

Safina knew what the problem was. She was too emotional. Too excited. She had sensed something special in Farnun and it was clouding her thoughts. But knowing the problem and fixing it were two different things.

"There!" shouted a voice from behind her and the young Padawan turned. Some brutal looking sentients had emerged from the gates of Gorga's palace, heavily armed. Sssurk and the two Gamorreans had no doubt been discovered. It was time to get out of here.

Safina sprinted away and lost herself in the maze-like back-alleys of Nar Shaddaa. Using the Force to enhance her leaps, she easily avoided obstructions and soon put a healthy distance between herself and her pursuers.

Finally, panting in the heat, she found a dark corner and stopped to recover her strength.

"Farnun, where are you?" she said aloud, frustrated and bewildered by the strange city in which she found herself.

"Eh, you!" said a voice. Safina turned, startled to find another being in the alley where she had paused. It was a man clad in several layers of threadbare robes. The stink told her he had not washed for some time. He lumbered toward her and she backed away.

"Wait," he said. "I can help you!"

Safina paused and looked him up and down. A human, advancing years, with an unkempt beard. She put her hands on her hips. "Can you help me find my way through this city? I am looking for a friend. I'm... lost."

"Sure, sure!" he said without hesitation. "Old Lanny can help you. I know every street in this place."

Then he stopped and squinted at her. "You got any money?"

Safina bit her lip. "Well, I've got Republic credits."

The man laughed; a cruel bark. "No good, sweetheart." He looked her up and down. "But you know what? Someone looks like you, can make credits here easy. This is a stopover for long-haul pilots and crews. What these men crave is entertainment, get me? With those legs you could earn well as a dancer. And Old Lanny knows just who to introduce you to! Just promise me a percentage, do your thing, then I'll help you."

Safina made a sour face. "No thanks, I've tried that."

Somehow Lanny seemed to know what she meant. "The Hutts don't do business fair, eh? Yeah, I know all about that. Look, you seem like a nice kid. Where are you getting to?"

Safina sighed with frustration. "I don't know! I lost a friend..."

Lanny laughed again, but this time less harshly. "Don't know where you are, and don't know where you're going? Not sure anyone can help you with that, Sweetheart. My advice... start at the beginning."

Safina thought about that. The landing pad! She remembered the number from their descent and Farnun's negotiations over the comlink. She could start there and maybe find her way to Babidi's again. Maybe.

It was a start, at least.

She smiled at Lanny. "Thanks. That does actually help."

"Yeah, no problem, Sweetheart. Next time you come my way, maybe you can drop Old Lanny a few creds, eh?"

He stumbled off into the alley and Safina got the impression this was his home. She thought for a moment.

"Hey, wait, Lanny," she called and he turned. She ran up to him. As well as her exotic underwear, Sssurk had put several decorative bangles on her wrists while she was unconscious. Safina had not taken the time to remove them yet. They were hardly fine dress jewellery, but the metal at least might be worth something. She slid the bracelets off now and handed them to the old man.

"It's not much, but it's all I have," she said.

He appraised them and his eyes told Safina that she was correct - not much value at all. But perhaps a little.

"Yeah maybe a meal or two in these. Thank you, Sweetheart, and good luck. Main street is that way - there are signs for the main sectors."

They said their goodbyes and parted. Safina wondered if she would ever see him again. It was amazing how the Force worked sometimes, bringing together two souls, both lost in a hostile city, both able to show a little random kindness to one another before parting.

Like starships in the void.

She ran toward the main strip and saw the neon lights beckoning her out into the crowds again. She had another starship to find, and a big city to search for it.

And they were running out of time. She needed to find Master Jahid and warn him of the intelligence that she had heard. They were all walking into a trap!

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IC: Gerald Starwalker

The inquisitor launched at his former master raising hi saber towards his master's chest. Gerald leapt to the side and beraly managed to dodge the attack.

"Lopez, its not to Late to join us, you can help us bring down the empire that destroyed the jedi order." Gerald said hopeing to get through to his Padawan just as he had Nammend.

"It is too late for me, Gerald. Mu fate is sealed. I am an Inquisitor now. It may not give me much joy killing my former master but I have orders to kill you on sight. I serve many new masters now, Lord Vader, The grand Inquisitor even the emperor. I am a part of the empire's military and the things I have done there is no turning back. I hope you become one with the force my former master." Replied The inquisitor. Lopez was a male Zabrak. His skin was that black that Zabrak always were and he had gotten rid of his blue face paint only for it to be replaced by his natural red. He was pretty skilled with a lightsaber and with the force. Gerald knew as he was the one who used to train the boy. Gerald knew that Lopez had gone too far to turn. If Gerald died, he knew that he would become one with the force and join some of the greatest Jedi of their era, Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker included. Lopez swung his saber towards Gerald's head and Gerald managed to duck underneath it. His green blade crackled by his side. Gerald swung upwards from his position but his blade was ciaght by the blade of Lopez. The two engaged eachother in a Lightsaber lock. The two blade crackled against eachother. Gerald sensed a familiar presence nearby and know that they had come for him. Gerald was not leaving with Lopez.

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GM Approved

Name: August
Species: Human
Faction: Unaffiliated, with sympathies towards the Jedi
Age: 26
Weapon: Blaster pistol
Physical description or Image:

Language: Galactic basic
Personality: Dirt broke, trying to make some money in Nar Shaddaa while trying to avoid some bounty hunters who are hunting him for debt. He searches for anyone to help him.
Droid: None
Star ship: None

 

A combo with @Tay Neir

IC: Tanal Jahid, Lopez and Gerald Starwalker.

Tanal could sense the battle going on beneath him and decided he could not wait anymore. He ignited Avinn's lightsaber and jumped down into the hallway to see Master Starwalker engaged in combat with an inquisitor. Tanal rushed forward to assist his fellow jedi master. Tanal brought the yellow blade towards the inquisitors leg, hoping to try and bring him off-balance. Gerald sensed his fellow master jump down into the hallway and was not surprised when the yellow blade ignited and went for the inquisitor. The blade only just missed Lopez's leg.

"you have guts jedi." Said Lopez in response. He then one blade to bear on Gerald's right shoulder whilst bringing the other towards the other Jedi's waist. Gerald's green blade collided with Lopez's red blade. Gerald then turned to Tanal.

"'bout time, Master Jahid" Said Gerald irritated. The red blade of Lopez of his own green blade crackled right in the jedi master's ear. Tanal stepped back to dodge the blade of the inquisitor. He then turned to his irritated friend.

"Yeah, sorry about making you wait." Said Tanal sarcastically. Tanal then brought Avinn's blade to bear on the inquisitor's own shoulder. Lopez brought his blade to block Master Jahid's when they could hear coming up the hallway. Gerald's green saber then disabled the inquisitor's weapon an Gerald knocked t his former padawan The trap had been sprung. They wern't getting out of this. They just had to hope that the rebels knew about.