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Jase Denora
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 Post Posted: Fri, May 27th 2011 11:21pm    Post subject:
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The Denora's Fury skirtedthrough the sky as Jase strained the ship to dodge the growing number of fighters in the air. The fight was becoming increasingly frustrating, especially since he was only trying to distract. Three more concussion missiles erupted from the aft launcher,taking out two more of the fighters. "Sahana! Converge your firing lines, two turrets each!", he shouted back, wanting to get a heavier concentration of fire on each enemy.

Slowly and surprisingly, the enemy fighter groups began withdrawing. Why would they pull away?, Jase thought to himself, taking the opportunity to put more distance between himself and the TE fighters. "Someone give me a report!", he shouted into the com, hoping to reach Dryas again. "Why are they retreating?! They have the clear advantage!"
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Han Solo's world was darkness. It weighed heavy on his being, ebbing and flowing as it danced before his eyes and seeped into the very recesses of his mind. It clouded his thinking, allowing his mind to freely wander in an endless sea of memories that enveloped his soul like a dense fog. In this dream-like state, he saw phantoms and other visions from his past fading in and out of the gray mists. A dark-haired young man with a fake smile...a decrepit creature wearing a dark cloak with glowing eyes... mechanical monsters on eight legs with spindly arms, reaching out...reaching out...

None of it made any sense. They certainly didn't belong together and yet, all of them had one thing in common - an overwhelming sense of betrayal surrounded them all. In fact, it was so intense, that each time those faces entered his mind, it threatened to suffocate him. His reaction was a self-induced panic that only brought the darkness around him with more density. It was caging him in, closing in around him and blocking out the answers he so desperately needed...

His ears were ringing now, growing louder and stronger with the rapid beating of his heart within his chest. Soon, the ringing had turned to a dull hum, a very distinct hum...something he had heard ad nauseam in another place and another time.

Then...CRACK!

Han's eyes snapped open, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat, as awareness came flooding back. It was bright and painful at first and then slowly, with each blink of his eye, the blurry shapes in front of him began to materialize. It was a human form, small and lithe with the telltale contours that marked the figure as female. She would have been a comforting sight if not for the nasty looking whip she wielded in her left hand. And not just any whip - the thong, fall and popper were ablaze in shimmering light, the same type of brilliance that had been made famous by the blade of a lightsaber. Well, that explains the strange humming in my ears...and the crack...

The painful reminder made him wince and he instinctively reached up to rub at his still throbbing ear, only to discover that he couldn't move his hands. They were bound above his head, every minor movement causing the chains to clang noisily in their mountings. It was a crude method to detain someone, but it proved effective in showing him the reality of the situation.

His wanderings in the dark place and the figures he had encountered were no dream - they had been real. They represented Kalin Lohden, the dark Sith-like man and the droid that had snatched him off of the Falcon's hull. All of them had played a significant role in his betrayal and the plot that had led to his eventual capture. He had been right about Lohden and it was going to cost him big time for not acting on it when he had the chance. He was now stuck in a holding cell with plain walls and a flickering overhead light, sitting on the cold floor with his hands chained as a very pissed-off woman stood over him with a whip. It sounded like something out of a bad, sexual fantasy, but Han knew that wasn't the case. It was much worse. This was the beginning of a nightmare.

The woman took her cue to speak, her voice smooth and velvety as if she were addressing a long lost lover. " Han Solo, the Reckless Corellian." Her eyes glittered with intensity in the dim light and it was that very gaze that made Han squirm. She was enjoying this way too much.

Still, the words she had uttered hadn't been lost to him and he mentally winced at her self-proclaimed title for him. "Really? That's the best you could do? Sounds like something you pulled from a holovid," he responded with what sounded like a hint of annoyance. It was his method of building up his defenses to prepare for the worst.

"Gotta be more original than that." He trailed off, his eyes roaming up and down her thin form. "And judging by your looks, you're more than capable."

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Morgan ZIM
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Even after disabling whatever he could find in the shuttle that looked like it would make it easy for the Empire to find him, Morgan still took the precaution of landing a safe distance away from where the Shape’s signal was coming from. It also served the secondary purpose of trying to avoid alarming Norrteth as much as he was able, assuming the Gand hadn’t been overrun or scampered off and found his own gang of escapees.

After re-arming himself and putting all his armor back on, Morgan exited the shuttle and proceeded the rest of the way in on foot. It was disturbingly quiet, and he guessed that much of the wildlife had taken notice of the bombardment that had been going on in the nearby city and decided to hightail it out of the area.

The Shape itself looked like it was doing surprisingly well. Aside from the damage he remembered it taking when he had jumped out of it, it appeared that Norrteth had done a good job of safely landing it, and had also taken the precaution of doing his best to camouflage the ship. A large number of tree branches and other assorted foliage had been pulled over the ship, helping it to blend in with the surroundings and make it more likely that any Imperial scouts wouldn’t pay it much attention. Odds were that the Gand had kept the power levels low, too.

If Morgan didn’t have access to his own tracking signal, he doubted he would have had any idea where to look for it.

”Just hoping bugeyes didn’t skedattle.” Morgan said as he continued his way towards the ship, eventually entering what passed for the clearing it was located in.

As he came in close, he could hear something rustling through the foliage behind him. Holding out hope that it was Norrteth and not wanting to do anything that would make things go badly, he simply stood in place and looked the ship over to try to get a mental image of what would likely need to be fixed for the ship to get off planet, let alone out of the system.

“Freeze.” He heard a voice come from behind him, one he recognized well.

”How rude.”

”What’s he problem, buddy? Don’t recognize me?” Morgan asked, then turned around and was all to happy to see the very familiar face that waited for him.

The blaster pointed at him, he was less pleased by, but that was lowered soon enough.

“This one is surprised to see you alive. But pleased by this turn of events all the same.”
”Good to see you too, Norr’.” Morgan replied.

The two grabbed one another forearms and Morgan gave the Gand strong pat on the shoulder, then they both turned their attention back to the Shape.

”Did a pretty good job landing it.”
“It helped that you took care of the pursuers. As stupid as your decision was.”
”Hey, I warned it was probably one of the dumber ideas I’d ever come up with.” Morgan replied, then turned to look at Norrteth. ”Worked though, didn’t it?”
“That is true.” Norrteth admitted. “What happened after you fell out of the sky?”

Morgan removed his helmet, then took a deep breath and exhaled both slowly and loudly as he considered the events from the past twenty four or thirty six or forty eight or however many hours it had been since the two of them had been cursed with the grave misfortune of having shown up on this now-miserable planet just as it was scheduled for invasion.

”Would that be after the first or fifth time you feel out of the sky?” ZIM mused.
”Yeah…long story short?” Morgan started. ”Ran into a building, got thrown around by a Jedi who then hired me to escort him to his ship, almost got my hands on a lightsaber, got shot at by some Imperials, hooked up with a bunch of other refugees, got shot at by more Imperials, shot back at and killed said Imperials, was overrun by still more Imperials, was left for dead by this real unholy ***** of woman with whom I currently share a mutual feeling of loathing…”

Morgan paused for a moment to get in a good solid breath and finish up.

“…was picked up by still yet more Imperials, escaped from said Imperials, stole their ship, and then flew here to meet back up with you.”

After letting the events settle, he turned to Norrteth.

”What about you? How you been keeping busy while I was gone?”
“This one can’t complain.” Norrteth said, considering Morgan’s abridged tale. “Landed the Shape, got it covered up, and have been working on seeing what repairs can be done with what is available.”

”Well then.” Morgan said, cracking his knuckle. ”Let’s see what we can’t do about getting this ship off this planet.”

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Rylii Kuat
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 Post Posted: Sat, May 28th 2011 06:54am    Post subject:
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He was sitting in Tseneca's chair, when the room went dark, the lights began to fade and he could feel his skin prickle against the senstation. She was coming. He readied himself, knowing that this was only happening in his mind, and took a knee and bowed his head. She spoke instantly, it seemed the formalities were being skipped, she must have Han Solo. "A job well done, Kuat. Put the boy under, I wish to speak to him."

Rylii felt his body shiver and he came around, the warmth and light of the consoles returning to his vision. Rylii attended to the young Kuati, using persuasion in applying the first sedative. The second was much easier, he wasn't really able to refuse, and the third was a simple prick and inject. He felt strange drugging the young Pallanen, but it was necessary. Rylii crossed over and connected his comm device to the computer, "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, SAMM... I just need a minute." Rylii said, and sent an overwhelming amount of data into the AI's systems. It would take five, maybe 3 if the computer was as good as Tseneca bragged about, but it would be enough. He glanced up and saw the Khan land on the other side of the cave. Lucas was speaking now, most likely to the Lady of the Sith, his eyes fluttering.

"Who are you?" The boy asked. "Why me?" Rylii retreated, but kept listening. "I don't want this. I wasn't meant for this. NO-" He stepped into Alisson's room for a moment, collecting a small device on the desk, before stepping back out. "I understand" came Lucas's voice through the hull, but he heard strange noses, he was going into shock or something.

It was the last he heard before he was out of the ship, running across the cave lines. The ramp had just closed when Nico came around the corner, it would look like he never left the ship, buying him some time to run. They had more numbers than he thought, it looked like many of them were able to escape with their lives... except for the the cyborg, he wasn't present. He might've made it out on the Falcon. It was a shame if he hadn't Rylii kind of liked the guy, and rooted for him to put Nico down.

They opened the Blight Leaper, Rylii wondered if Lumiya would have enough time... The redhead emerged from the ship, she walked first towards the Khan then back out and towards one of the larger rocks. Rylii was about to run, but he noticed she had disassembled her lightsaber. She must've been really concentrated, as he was able to get pretty close.

"Hey!" He said, kinda loudly. It startled her, causing her to mutter a swear, before turning around. He had his blaster out, and she raised her hands. "Look, I just want to talk..." He carefully set the blaster down and she used the Force to collect it into her hands, turning his own weapon against him. "Fair enough. But I could've blasted you a minute over there."

"All right, out with it. What's going on Kuat?"

"Lucas needed three, he can tell you why when he wakes up. I did it at his request, I came out here to get rid of this." He opened his hand, it was communicator, exclusive to the Blight Leaper crew. "It belongs to Alisson."

Sara walked over and took it from his hand, "She's been communicating with the True Empire. I think they got to her on Necropolis..."

"Why would she-"

"She's not like you and me, Sara." He said. He noticed since growing up that she had never aged. She wasn't real. "I dont think she is doing this on her own free will." Sara seemed to ponder this, "Think about it. Why wasn't she with us in the forest? What happened to Tseneca on Bespin? Who has the ability to forge medical facility computers? She does..."

Rylii watched as Sethe rounded the corner. Rylii assumed he had heard everything. He waited for their response...
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The two bounty hunters went through the ship to get a full assessment of what its condition was, both in what it was currently capable of and in regards to what kind of repairs could be done in their present situation. Once their list was completed, they returned to the Shapes cockpit, where Norrteth activated a hologram of the ship for easy reference.

”So what do we have?”

”Let me see if I have this summery right.” Morgan said. ”The main hyperdrive is apparently shot.”

“Correct.” Norrteth said as the engineering section of the Shape hologram began blinking red. “The ship took damage that was not noticed there originally. Hyperspace it still achievable, though. The backup system appears to have been un-touched, but travel time will be greatly increase.”
”Better than nothing.” Morgan said. ”The shields, meanwhile, seem to be repairable.”

As the engineering section matched the rest of the ship, the shields began blinking red to replace it.

”They’re heavily damaged, but I think I might be able to get them operational again.”
“What do you have in mind?” Norrteth asked.
”It looks to be mostly a power issue. The generator itself doesn’t look too bad. If I take the power that would normally go to the weapons and give it to the generator itself, I should be able to get them back up and running.”
“So repairing the defense systems in exchange for dropping the offensive systems.”
”Temporarily, yeah.” Morgan admitted. ”But the turret is still gone, no surprises there, and there’s absolutely no way we’re going to be able to build a new one in our present situation. At least, not at any point in the near future. The rest of it isn’t going to be much good for getting us past the ships in orbit.”

“The shields won’t be much good either, considering last time.” Norrteth said.

”He has a point.”

”I have been thinking about that, actually.” Morgan replied.
“You have a plan for getting past the blockade?”
”One of us, at least?”
“One?” Norrteth asked skeptically. “Fine. Share it.”
”We don’t need to blast our way out or try to outrun them. We just need to keep them from shooting at us or otherwise try to haul us in long enough to get free and hit a safe hyperspace jumping point.”
“How do you propose that be done?”

”The shuttle.” Morgan said matter-of-factly.
“What shuttle?”
”The Imperial shuttle I stole. I still have it parked not too far away from here. Using that, we can pretend we’re returning with a prisoner and their captured ship, fake that the shuttle is damaged, use and that to get us out to a point where the Shape can high-tail it out of here and jump to hyperspace. At that point, the shuttle can run intercept and get in the way of any lasers or tractor beams that would otherwise snag the main ride.”
“That won’t fool them for long. They’re not stupid.”
”Doesn’t have to.” Morgan said. ”Just long enough.”

Norrteth didn’t say anything. Morgan could tell he was less than receptive to the idea.

“You mentioned it would get one off the planet.”

”Yeah. See, I don’t think we have the parts here to remote control the shuttle from the Shape. At least not in a manner that I would expect to keep the Empire off your back long enough. So I’d be piloting the shuttle, then once the Shape is away, I’d get out of it when they try to either blast it apart or tractor it in, then take a rigged up jet-pack to fly to the nearest ship, sneak inside, and hide out till I find a means of stealing another ship and flying it out of there.”

”I don’t like this plan. It sounds really stupid.”
“That plan sounds unwise.” Norrteth said, echoing ZIM.

”Well, yeah, it’s not the smartest idea in the galaxy, but it’s the best I have. I think that as long as I keep my head down and don’t try to attract any unwanted attention, I’d put better odds on me than most at my ability to keep hidden till I can find a way to temporarily turn off the systems I need to keep them from stopping me when I steal a shuttle or something.”

“This one is not thrilled at the idea.”

”Look at it this way. We could go with this plan, or we could simply wait around trying not to be discovered, with no idea if we’ll ever get a better opportunity to get off the planet, and probably abandoning the Shape to the Imperials if we ever do find a different option..”
“When you put it that way, Norrteth supposes there’s not a lot to loose from giving it a try.
”That’s the spirit.” Morgan said, giving the Gand a strong, firm pat on the back. ”Let’s get to work!”

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Selena Krauss
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 Post Posted: Sat, May 28th 2011 06:14pm    Post subject:
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Small orbs of light hovered throughout the room, casting enough brightness for dinner, just at a comfortable level. She watched two orbs spin and dance in the air as the door hissed opened, the now beautified and dressed for the occasion, Tseneca Lowry-Fink escorted by a pair of their robotic corps. Cosmetic and medical technologies had thrived in the Outer Rim, the young heiress to the bacta world looked a good five years-younger, with the mortal wounds completely healed, including some that had happened over the years. The dress was a designer brand, something Krauss had selected, with heavy Thyferran influence. "Welcome to the table, Miss Lowry." She disinclined to refer to her as Fink, not here.

The droids stepped inside, standing directly behind the chair left open for the brunette. Around the table were some of the finest officers of the Empire, at least those participating in the Outer Rim theater of their Grand Admiral's sweep. Krauss was in full Imperial uniform, as were the rest of her company, the small talk stopping to allow Tseneca to take a seat at the table. Her eyes scanned the room, no doubt noticing some of the trinkets they had picked up. "The lights..." Krauss said, removing the napkin from the table and signaled for the dinner to begin, "came from a civilization we encountered six years into our exile." She traced along the room, "While I would have loved to serve a meal from our worlds in the Unknown, I'm afraid we have quite the appetite for things... a little closer to home. Perhaps tomorrow you'll get a taste of where we've been... like Bakura has today." She smiled.

The waiter filled their glasses, "Hail Grand Admiral Daara Zend!" Selena Krauss rose to deliver the toast, but paused as the scoundrel of a woman remained seated. Her comrades also froze, but as Krauss touched the glass to her lips, they promptly followed. "Your disrespect is dutifully noted, Miss Lowry."

"What is the point in all this?" Tseneca's words were loaded with venom as she touched the fabric on her body. "Am I your prize, like the lights? The paintings and sculptors in this room?"

Krauss grinned, "You are much smarter than the holo-programs paint you as. We have only so much to go on, you know." She watched as the first dish emerged, returning the napkin to her lap as she collected the fork on the side to pin a vegetable. "These are from Coruscant." She pointed to the dish, "We're not far from the epicenter of the galaxy, are we gentlemen?" The officers chuckled, spooning or forking their own private selection of entrées. "Go on, I selected something from Thyferra to make you a little...at home. Though if you cooperate, we can take you there a lot sooner if you prefer something fresh."

"I'm not hungry. And I find this whole charade a bunch of banthashit. You're not getting anything out of me."

Krauss waved her finger, "Now, now!" She sounded like a mother scolding a young child. She took another sip of the wine, this particular choice was from Bastion. "The wine is from the Imperial homeworld, Bastion."

"Rebel scum," General Barkas scoffed, sipping, then making a face, "It'll be much better when I've landed and removed that civilian from office....what was her name?" Krauss cackled at the joke, they all knew about the Jendob family, they had made the Empire's list. Shayera was near the top, just behind her filthy husband. No one deserved that title, Krauss thought, No one but Zend.

"Forgive him," Krauss chuckled, looking to the Thyferran, "We must not forget our manners, General. But while war and politics are on mind, where exactly does Thyferra stand?"

She stuck another vegetable into her mouth, waiting for the answer.

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Sara stepped a few feet away from Kuat, if he tried anything at least she’d have breathing room. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she just couldn’t. She spun the thought around stunning Kuat so the others could interrogate him, but the thought did only that, spun.
“I wasn’t on Necropolis. Or Bespin, so I couldn’t vouch for those.” Sara countered. “But Alisson was at the Bakuran Hospital in the bomb shelter. She was injured. And the security clearance, anyone with enough skill could do so.” Sara’s eyes dropped slightly, “She can take a punch, a broken arm with no pain…”

“I can’t sense her, like I feel you, but not her, at all.” Sara confessed. She took her own comlink out, contemplating on contacting H6 to figure out where they were, or if they were still in the bunker. “I’ve wondered about that.” She decided to not break comm silence with the Empire on their tails.

“How can I trust you? After all, you did steal The Leaper, and I’m pretty sure Lucas wouldn’t ask for those injections.”

“I don’t expect you to. I just wanted you to listen.”

Sara took a chance, she placed the blaster down on the ground, still within reach of her with the Force and said. “Well, don’t you think I’ll believe a word you say, but I’ll listen.”

Then Sethe rounded the corner.

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Tarison landed on the Bakuran surface as ordered. His shuttle had landed at the spaceport epicenter of Salis D’aar, where he would meet with his detachment of stormtroopers. Obviously by now word had spread that a Sith was among their ranks, that truly they had gone back to the Era of The Emperor and Lord Vader. Save that they were led by this Zend, they had the Sith on their side. Though soon enough, they would bend to their own will and follow their orders. Not Zend’s.
He met with the Field Commander in charge of the detachment. Var was straight and to the point, “Where is this insurrection, commander?”

With an answer from the commander, they were off to Gesco City with a detachment of forty stormtroopers.

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The blaster fire was intense, but none above Var’s skill with a saber. The stormtroopers followed Var into the insurrectionist’s compound, slaying all in their way. A hiss of his saber was followed by blooded screams from the rebels. In all, four stormtroopers were dead, while the ill-prepared rebels had lost scores, and seven were captured and sent on their way to the Imperial ships. Var’s position in The Empire was now assured as troopers commented, with conclusions that no one could hear them, that Var was the new Imperial Fist to replace Vader after so long. Time will tell if he fit the description.

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”This isn’t going to work.” Morgan heard Norrteth say over their link as the two of them flew their ships towards the Imperial blockade.

”This is a real bad time for him to get cold feet.” ZIM said, ecoing Morgan’s feelings about Norrteths doubts.
”We can’t exactly turn around now, can we?” Morgan said back to Norrteth, on board the Shape. ”Just keep telling yourself we’ll get out of this alive, and fly close and casual. We don’t need to fool them for long, just long enough.”

The cyborg had to admit he could sympathize with the Gand’s feelings on the matter. With Morgan flying ahead in the stolen Imperial shuttle he had temporarily dubbed the Facade and Norrteth flying close behind in the Shape in an attempt to give the impression the damaged ship was being towed it, it wouldn’t take much for their little con game to fall apart. And when, not if, that happened, they wouldn’t last long for the much larger and more powerful Imperial capital ships to tear them apart.

”Yeah. Just need to last long enough.” Morgan repeated to himself, trying to keep from getting the same jitters about his idea that his friend appeared to be getting.
”Stop it, you’ll make me nervous.”

Continuing to wait for the Empire to try to contact him, Morgan took several deep breaths to calm himself. He would need to avoid any signs of nervousness when he replied to their hails, even with the aid of the system he had put in place to make it easy to imitate the effect of comm. static.

One mistake too early, and they’d never make it far enough for the Shape to make the jump, and Morgan would never get to use his improvised Jetpack he had prepared for when he would need to abandon his shuttle.

”Sure didn’t take me long to come up with a new topper for one of the dumber ideas I’ve ever had in my life.”
”Well, you know what they say. History is made by stupid people.”
”Even ignoring the part where I can’t remember having ever heard that phrase before, that really wasn’t very re-assuring, ZIM.”

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"Gotta be more original than that." He trailed off, his eyes roaming up and down. "And judging by your looks, you're more than capable."

He was bold, living up to everything she remembered about the man. He was always full of arrogance, the man walked around like he deserved to be worshiped, quipping the Rebel officers with his little pieces of reality. Lumiya had stopped buying that a long time ago. She switched her lightwhip off sending the room into a much more darkened state, illuminated only by a single light. "You're older Han, I thought I'd start on a ground you might remember." She poised her words, hoping they'd sting whatever ego he'd try to drown her with. "They always had to dumb thing down for you, give you a blaster to make yourself useful. You still shooting first? It would be an impressive feat for such an old dog."

She felt around in the Force collecting and tethering herself to the room, soon she'd be able to manipulate objects, but that was much easier than trying to get inside the Corellian's head. His guard was up, but time would wither that away. He'd be twisted and contorted into any man she desired. Would he emerge a drunk? A savage? Crazed? It was interesting what mind games could do to a man, she had spent several years tormenting some of the finest minds in the galaxy, bending them to her will, oh how the dear late Emperor would be so proud. The results were different with each, one could never accurately predict how they'd end up when she was through with them. Han would prove the most interesting mind, one that she had been looking forward to most. Maybe he should know just how much...dedication she was willing to put into this.

"I have waited for this moment for a while, my dear old friend." She let the last word tingle through the fabric of time, it was unlikely she'd be able to place her, at least, after Luke Skywalker shot her down. She looked different, more machine now, but with the parts came power, and with power, came new resolutions. But she had to continue pressing his buttons, she needed him flustered. It would make the visions he was about to experience all the more vivid. "Or, perhaps, we can talk about Leia, your dear Princess? She'll be here soon, I can feel the Empire gunning her down and if she survives - and judging by the state of that old ship of yours now - it is unlikely. But. If she does... I will be most pleased to have you both."

He was about to speak, in fact, she was surprised he hadn't already, but she added, "Be careful Han. You have children now. I know where they are, and I will get to them, just like I got to you." Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin Solo, incredible Force-users. She had debated on whether or not to take one of them as an apprentice, but their lives had lacked a certain keystone that would open their minds to the Sith teachings. Their exclusive access to Master Skywalker made it much more difficult, and she preferred to lurk around in the dark, than having suspicions arise in the midst of carrying out her plan. That was where Lucas Pallanen-Davad came in, a rising hope in carrying out the Sith Order into the new generation.

She took a step forward, ready to receive whatever verbal lashing Han was ready to give her... beneath the breathing apparatus, she smiled. So it begins.


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It was as if the world had turned upside down, and she had fallen into some crazed and evil wonderland of a proportion that made her mind reel. She could try to feign indifference as she had always done, but Tseneca was stock terrified of what lay ahead of her, of the fate of her friends and loved ones, of the fact that she was unarmed, in the belly of a massive star destoryer, in nothing more than a flimsy evening gown. She felt like a circus freak in front of these people, and she knew that, in truth, she was.

It had taken only a half the day of work by technicians to see to her wounds. She had been removed of her scars and nicks, felt very little pain in the process due to whatever local anethetics they'd used to right her. Her ankle, which she had feared unusable, had been mended and set, and through some kind of technological wizardry, she now wore pretty silk slippers as light as air and bore her full weight on her leg. She had reason to thank them, but this was all so backward that there was no possible way she could hold them in anything but contempt. It was obvious, sitting there among them, that Krauss cosidered her a child, or a pet, and kept her only due to curiosity, if not anything more sinister, Tseneca could not tell.

"We must not forget our manners, General. But while war and politics are on mind, where exactly does Thyferra stand?" Krauss speared another vegitable and snapped part of it off with her teeth, like some viper. She fixed Tseneca with a stare that was a mix of irony and blatant curiosity. a dare. If the woman wanted to play "ambassador's visit" Tseneca would humor her. The name of the game was politics.

Tseneca took a sip of the liquid in front of her and allowed herself a few seconds of power. She set the glass down. "Sovereign. Surely you know that commander Krauss."

The woman set her fork down bemused. "I was under the impression that the planet was imperial controlled, yes?"

Tseneca leaned forward. "oh certainly, of our main export you can be certain of that. But the Empire doesn't give quite as much stock to the government as much as it does the Bacta. As long as the Bacta flows, the government may do what they wish, the evidence of that is in the way they handled my... disposal... of Dmitr Bakh-Lowry. They didn't bat an eye."

Krauss nodded in mock sympathy. "Ah yes, I had heard about that... debacle. I was under the impression that Dmtir was a hard pressed and innovative man."

"He was a psychopath and a coward."

Krauss just nodded. "And so, as a result, there's common ground between the Vratix and the rest of the planets citizens, yes?"

Tseneca eyed her. "Yes."

Krauss shook her head. "Pity, that." She turned to the man on her right hand. "General Itok, is it not more prudent to have a government more sound in its ruling?"

Tseneca interrupted, even as the fat general nodded his head in immediate agreement. "If by 'more sound' you mean species preferential, I would have to stop you there, commander. There are hundreds of Vratix on that planet bolstering the production of Bacta. It is, morally and obligitorally, useless for humans only to assume rule of the planet and its resources."

Krauss leaned forward. "Is that why you abandoned your post to regency?" Her eyes gleamed at the small yet sharp point she had made, subtle excommunicating Tseneca from her command of power at that table.

Tseneca swallowed, but was not intimidated. "There are many reasons to leave my post. The planet is held under fine rule and management. To its people."

Krauss went back to eating, chuckling slightly. "So young." She sighed. To her, Tseneca could assume easily, a planet was only as good as its iron-fisted authoritarian. It was the same stance her uncle had taken when he'd united the cartel and ruled the planet as a dictatorship. Krauss thought she was naiive, and perhaps she was a little, but uncommon cruelty of her planets citizens was not a way to assume power, that much she knew for certain.

She tilted her head ironically. "And what about you, Commander. If its a charade you want, you've gotten me fully enthralled. What is your motivation here?" She gestured to the finery of the room, the crystal of the glasses, and the swarm of oppulence that choked them all at the table.
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Sethe had his blaster pulled and it was aimed, quite nicely he had to admit, between Rylii's eyes.

"Nothing to listen too." Sethe said, cornering him like a rat against one of the rocks on the clifftop. "Not nearly enough words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours that can lead me to believe that you didn't hand my girlfriend over to slaughter, that you didn't try to kill her on Bespin, that you didn't steal her ship, or that you didn't just drug Lucas into a stupor."

Rylii held his hands up. "Ah, well, that last one I will admit to."

Sethe made a show of switching his blaster from stun to kill. "Talk Kuat."
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”Imperial Shuttle, identify yourself.” came first contact finally over the comm.

”Showtime.” ZIM said.

With one last deep, relaxing breath, Morgan opened the channel.

”This is Imperial Shuttle Bakura Delta-Five Morgan replied, having pulled up the shuttles actual current designation before having left the planet. ”We are currently returning with captured *zzz-ZZzz—zzz* from the planets surface.”

Using a switch he had set up, he cut his communication part-way through, allowing him to fake the effects of a comm. error.

Bakura Delta-Five, could you please repeat?” Came the reply. “You broke up there for a moment.”

”Initial contact, successful.” Morgan thought, please that they hadn’t automatically deducted or assumed things weren’t as they appeared.

”Apologies about that.” Morgan replied. Currently transporting captured rebel combatants from the planets *zzzZZZzz*ystems were damaged during an attempted escape *ZZ-zzz-zZ* re-capture, communications among them.
”Bakura Delta-Five, please hold.” Said the individual on the other end.

Reassuring himself with controlled breathing during the comm. silence, Morgan continued to fly on forward.

”Not much further, not much further, not much further.” Morgan repeated to himself, not entirely sure how true that was.

”Bakura Delta-Five, you are currently being followed by an unidentified craft. Please explain.”
”Bakura *ZZZ-zzzZZ* currently towing said ship.” Morgan replied. ”Ship belongs to current prisoners, who are believed to be high-*chzzzzzzZz*viduals. We have reason to suspect ship is carrying *zzzchz*le information and intelligence.”

A few moments passed without any response.

”Crud. I’m overplaying the static, aren’t I? I’m overplaying the static.”
”No, Morgan, you do not break on me now.”

”Imperial Shuttle Bakura Delta-Five, please proceed.” The response finally came. ”Do not deviate from your present course. You are being very closely watched at the moment, so be advised that we will not tolerate any funny business.”
”Thank you, Bakura Delta-Five out.” Morgan said, the let loose a breath he didn’t realize he was holding back after the channel closed.

”They bought it!” He said with a grin. ”We’re going to pull this off after all.”

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Tseneca played the diplomat well, almost convincingly so. The doors opened and the second course began. It was a meat, a delicacy depending which planetary system you were in. This particular dish was from Sol, the Mon Calamari homeworld. Their oceans would boil soon enough, and all their trash floating in the galaxy filled with rebel officers would quietly buckle under the full might of the fleet. "And what about you, Commander. If its a charade you want, you've gotten me fully enthralled. What is your motivation here?"

Several of the eyes of the table flashed towards her, they were no doubt thinking the same. It was strange how perfectly attuned the woman was to conversation. She allowed the dish of the foreign sea to fill her bowl, it seems the chef prepared it as a soup instead of her usual, a bold choice for a dinner she chose with great detail. She took a sip, sucking the spoon and smacking her lips as the broth hit her tongue. "Delicious!" She said aloud, quite entertained by the liberty taken by the cooks. Krauss continued, leaving the bowl mildly clean before she answered the question. "It is no secret the importance of the bacta substance, both in civilian and militaristic applications. If we were to disrupt the flow of the product, wounded soldiers are less likely to return to the battlefield."

She broke off a piece of bread, collecting what was left of the broth and chewed, dabbing her lips with a napkin. "You know as well as I do, that is a numbers game from there."

General Itok spoke boastfully, "It would be a year, three at most, before the entire collective military of the rebellions were completely vanquished."

Krauss cackled, holding up her glass, "You, my dear, are our secret key to victory. You are an Imperial citizen, and fall under Zend's amnesty policy. Perhaps you would be inclined to deliver the strategic layout of your star system." A what a prize the world of Thyferra would be. "But enough about politics, we haven't had the main course and I feel like the room is a little heated. Perhaps a lighter topic?"

Tseneca remained quiet for a while, half deciding to try the soup, before she eventually gave in and spooned a small portion. It only took one try before she placed the spoon back on the table. "I don't know what you're playing at Krauss, but I will not -"

"Ah-ah-" Krauss interrupted, "Now, now, Miss Lowry. Please, this is a dinner where options are merely discussed. No decisions." Below the deck, she had the means to coerce the woman, but the technology had never been tested on those sensitive to the Force. As annoying as the Jedi were, they had their limits and wonderful shortcomings, their own pride and ability to miscalculate their own abilities... She was almost hoping Tseneca would refuse, but such a political prize could not be run through the beta testing of their instruments. No, she'd need a lesser individual to fit that test rat's position.

With renewed topic in mind, she adjusted her voice, making it much more serious, a tone that no one in the Empire would dare question, and those that have, were scrapped off the command deck, "I wish to discuss an officer of the True Empire, one that has earned the title of Commander." The Generals and various fleet commodores stiffened. They knew the direction she was taking them. "Emmett Fink is currently considered Missing in Action, and I am positively sure that you can provide my comrades and I with a little insight into what actually happened to him."

She paused adding, "And this particular fact, my dear, requires you to be absolute. You will not lie, you will not mislead."

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Tseneca studied Krauss. There were a number of things she could or could not say here, but when it came down to it, it was less a matter of keeping herself alive that she minded, and more of the fact that nothing would go the way she orchastrated it because she didn't have any power.

"And if I don't comply?" She answered the woman.

"We have ways of making you comply." Krauss said without a beat. "The details, though, are not polite for dinner conversation and present company, you understand."

Tseneca nodded. "I feel that, with what you wish to know, the price of such is much more than what you willingly admit." She toyed with her napkin, not meeting the gazes of the officers at the table. The heat was such that you could cut it wide open.

Krauss pursed her lips. "It would seem, my dear, that you are in no position to be making demands."

Tseneca fixed her gaze directly at her. "then you will find I'm not as cooperative than I would appear."

Krauss slammed her hand, palm first on the table, clattering dinnerware and utensils as she did. She twisted her hand into a fist struggling to maintain her composure. "I think you understand whats at stake here. If you do not tell me what I wish to know, I will gut that bastard child out of you where you sit."

Tseneca raised her chin defiantly. "Then this dinner has become not so much a social obligation than an instrument of slaughter. It is as they say, feed the mouths of your people and subject them to the most gruesome entertainments. This child, as you say, Commander Krauss, is no bastard, I assure you."

Krauss stood slowly, her chair scrapping across the floor. She leaned forward, her wieght supported on the table. "You dare mock me..."

"No." Tseneca whispered in a malicious voice dripping with sarcasm. "Gods forbid it, I wouldn't dare."

Krauss snapped her fingers and the two guards at the door made a move forward. Tseneca was quicker, sweeping her hand to the side with one swift movement and pinning them both to the wall with the force before they could reach her. They clawed at their throats as she held onto their windpipes collectively. She allowed only a thin stream of air into their lungs, if she was diligent, they would do little but pass out. That would save her the trouble of them.

There was silence, other than the gasping of the guards. Moments later the silence was broken by the slow clapping of Commander Krauss. A cruel grin had spread across her face. "Very good.... very good. I believe I have underestimated you Tseneca Lowry."

"Fink" Tseneca said sharply.

"Ah yes... and why is that?" she made a gesture with her hands. "You may release them, I assure you no harm will come to you." She took her seat again and signaled for the desert course. Reluctantly, Tseneca released the guards, who slid to the floor in a daze. With cautious movements, she took her seat again as watched as the servers brought in some kind of iced jelly. The thought of eating it turned her stomach even more than the vile woman who served it.

Krauss laced her fingers and looked at Tseneca as if bemused at a child who has done something cute. "My dear girl, surely you understand why it is I care so much about this. Emmett Fink, after all he was, was my confidant. All this, this work, was primarily his you understand? He was a brilliant mastermind, Emmett, and so dedicated."

Tseneca tilted her head. "Which is, im sure, why he left."

Krauss was the ever-patient matron. "That, my dove, is the golden question. Why desert what one has so lovingly and painstakingly built? Why go through the trouble. One moment he's trailing that Nico woman, and the next... poof. Vanished. What I want to know is, why." her voice was far off, even as she looked at Tseneca, eyes glassy with a hidden mirth, or an unconquered rage. "What has become of our man, Emmett Fink? And I want you to tell me. Now." Her voice hardened.

Tseneca weighed her options. They were minimal. There was absolutely nothing here that could help her position, and of anything, to this horrid woman, the truth might burn more than the lie.

"Very well." Tseneca set her napkin on the table lightly. "Emmett Fink is dead."
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The cheesecake was from Coruscant, the sweetness filling her mouth in one delectable sensation after another, Tseneca's words only made the dessert that much better. Krauss hid her joy at the statement from her comrades, General Itok slammed his fist on the table in a dramatic fashion, shouting, "You little witch, tell us everything." The other men looked completely frustrated, wild or satisfied with the delivery of the news. Fink was a much different command style than Krauss. The Empire both feared and respected her, but with Fink, they adored him. He had won their hearts through his cunning feats and bold moves on the battlefield, becoming one of the True Empire's rising action stars. Officers would fight to be under the direct command of the becoming legend, Emmett Fink.

She sliced into the cake and took another bite, it really couldn't get any better than this. A longlost Sith had revealed itself and down below their precious Corellian was receiving the torture of a lifetime. It was a shame she was missing it, but the thought of curling up in bed to watch the recorded footage, brought a thin smile of enjoyment to her face. "Gentlemen," Krauss let out, surprised by the negative reaction they harbored for the news. "Please." The news was not exactly what she was expecting, but in a galaxy full of deception and lies, she could not go on this whim and believe whatever hogwash Tseneca was attempting to deliver, he might be perfectly well, and just a deserter. Was she concealing her lover? "Girl, I've been extremely patient with you. You will tell us exactly how and where this occurred. I want witnesses. Footage if you have it."

"I told you, he is dead." She repeated dryly.

"God damn frakkin' bitch," General Itok muttered, his pork-fashioned body trembling as he stabbed at the remains of his cheesecake.

"Miss Lowry-Fink," She decided to add the surname, and then a thought occurred to her. Why had she demanded the use of the last name, and defended the non-bastardness of her child? It was a curious notion, if she knew Fink was dead, it was possible she was with him. Krauss signaled one the guards to approach and whispered into his ear, "Get me her medical records." The guard swept out of the room, then returned not a minute later, and handed her a data sheet. Krauss triumphantly handed it back and continued as though nothing had happened. "Miss Lowry-Fink, it has been the most informative of dinners, as sparse as the conversation may have been. The facts remain, you are prisoner aboard my ship. I have tolerated your Force-frustration used a moment ago, but the next time you threaten my men with your magic, I will not be so forgiving."

She used the napkin and tossed it onto the table rising, which caused her officers to do the same. Tseneca took the time to finish her cheesecake then rose. Krauss continued, "Your stay aboard this ship could be made as luxurious as possible, and while I am sending you to a holding cell, if you wish to cooperate on matters concerning Thyferra, I will upgrade your accommodations. Until then, you are nothing but a rebel-rat, one that will squeal all the secrets festered in that thick skull of yours. But not today."

Droids clamped the Force-restraints, "Commander, you'll regret this."

"I doubt that very much, Miss Lowry-Fink. Thank you for the brilliant evening, and not using the Force to kill me. I believe you understand, that I am your only ally here. Your baby has been spared on my account, and will continue to be nurtured as long as I see progress in Thyferra's assimilation into the True Empire. Total and complete cooperation, and I will release you. You can give birth and grow old in a charming villa, with a young suitor of your choice. Refuse to cooperate and you will find that we have discovered horrible, harsh planets that have made Kessel look like paradise." One by one her officers parted the room, each collecting a final look at the Thyferran. Some were curious or uninterested, others were filled with hatred. Krauss passed and in a slow manner, and with happiness she wished her a "Good night" before slipping out and into the hallway.

They would meet again tomorrow.
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Lucas felt the injection of the first sedative, his eyes closed and when he opened them he was inside his mother's office at Kuat Drive Yards. The office was surrounded by space-viewing glass, the stars filled with Imperial Star Destroyers of all shapes and sizes. On this particular day, an Executor-class had returned from the deep confines of Bastion's defense grid. His mother had invited him along so he could watch one of their most powerful designs enter the system. The long vessel was lit in a cool blue, elegantly gliding across space, before it parked into a small loading dock. His mother rang over the technical specifications. In this moment, he had never wanted to become the CEO of KDY more than that day.

But now, in this dreamlike state, his mother was absent, and the room was cold. He could the numbness drain the feeling from his body, feeling what he believed it was like to be a ghost. He walked to the viewing glass window, the Empire's greatest power docked in the same port. Was he dreaming? Or reliving this memory? He felt movement across his shoulders, it was a strange sensation, a woman with long hair stood on his side. She was beautiful, decorated with an honor from the Rebellion, her uniform of the signature starfighter corps that flew under the legends of Wedge Antilles and even Grand Master Skywalker: Rogue Squadron.

"Hello Lucas," Her voice was entrancing, much like Firi's had been on Iego. He listened, not wanting to interrupt her speak. "Fascinating. I've never seen anything like it. Not for a long time. Thank you for sharing this with me."

"Who are you?" He asked a little perplexed by her sudden appearance.

"My true name is Shira Brie." The woman answered.

"But you're better known as Lumiya." Lucas could sense that was who she was, she wasn't hiding any more.

"Yes." Was a simple, yet overwhelming answer. He had felt her presence for so long, but now, he knew. She wasn't a Jedi, nor was considered a 'Dark' Jedi. Her nature was something else, something that had been forgotten, yet vigorously warned against in the Jedi Order. Everyone was tempted to seek information about the Sith, but they were responsible for some of the greatest horrors in history... how could anyone want to be like that?

"Why me?" Lucas asked, searching his own soul now. Was he capable of the kind of atrocities associated with Vader? Luke had preached about redemption, but for some, that was impossible. Like the Emperor.

"You are meant to join me, young Pallanén." Lumiya said, "I am your future, the Sith Order is your destiny."

"I don't want this. I wasn't meant for this." He shouted, trying to resist, trying to pull his body out of this vision, but for some reason, he couldn't. What happened, why couldn't he come out of this. He looked to Kuat, his homeworld and it burned. The once perfect Star Destroyers laid in ruins, the Executor broken and in pieces. "NO!"

Lumiya, in the form of Shira Brie touched his shoulder, "This is Kuat's future, if you are to remain a Jedi. You will lose your home, in all sense of the word. Your friends, family and people will burn. Your achievements left to text of history, that will be swept under Zend's Empire." Lucas dropped to his knees, it was more than unbearable. "I can teach you the ways of the Force. I can teach you to communicate like how I am able to reach you now. I can teach you the tactics that are needed to save Kuat, save the galaxy from these binds of tyranny, in this shattered hope."

Lucas surrendered, he couldn't stop her any more, and he could sense she was right. He needed to learn, not that he would take the mantle of the Sith, but he should learn the powers of the Dark Side, even if he would one day refuse to use them. "I understand." He said, and maybe she knew what he was thinking. She conceded nonetheless and allowed him to continue.

"You will meet me in person, soon." Lumiya said and the next thing he saw was Vera Nico's face. He came around, his entire body freezing.

"That was close, do you remember what happened?"

Lucas tried to recall, flushing the memories of his conversation with Lumiya out of his mind, at least, for now. "Rylii and I were flying the Blight Leaper away from the spider walker, we detected it had a lock on us, and he figured if we flew around, it would buy some of the other ships more time. We landed, and he gave me a pain-killer for my back." He remembered the man with the red blade. He was a Sith. Lumiya must've been the reason why he didn't kill him.

"He gave you three." Nico held up the vials.

Suddenly it all made sense, Rylii was working for Lumiya the whole time. He sighed, he should've seen that his intentions weren't what he made them appear to be. Lucas sat up, his head was pulsing with the counter Nico had injected him with. It was going to be one hell of a day.

"Where is he?" Lucas said.

Lucas and Nico walked out of the Blight Leaper only to catch Sethe with a blaster pointing straight towards Rylii's head. Using the Force, Lucas collected it out of his hand. "Sethe, we don't have time for this."

"Damn it, Lucas, he tried to kill you."

"No, he didn't." Lucas admitted, "I couldn't concentrate enough, and I thought it was important to try and contact my master, Anakin Solo. The only way I could do that is if I was sedated." It didn't really matter if Sethe believed him, some Jedi were capable of such a feat, just this ploy was considered dangerously extreme, "I think it might've worked."

"I thought you already sent him a message by Nico's ship?" Sethe questioned.

"I had, but he doesn't know about...." He wasn't sure if he should say, especially with the Bothan. His kind loved to talk and gossip, but he went out with it any ways, "the Sith." He walked over and handed Sethe his blaster, while helping Rylii up. In Kuati he said, "You have a lot of explaining to do. But I'm in."

Rylii smirked, giving Sethe a pat on the back as they walked back to the Blight Leaper, saying, "It's about time."

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There was something that Dryas felt was off about Lucas. Especially compared to before they had all been overrun by the Imperials. He couldn’t put a finger on what it was, but there was something about it that worried him. It was as though the Force was trying to tell him something was amiss, but among all the confusion he was having to deal with in the Invasion and the brief appearance of the Dark Jedi back at the camp, it was impossible for Dryas to know what. For all he could tell, it was trying to warn him about another imminent attack upon the shelter the escapees had found.

He decided to step aside for a moment and try contacting Denora again. Perhaps he’d have a better idea what was going on if and when he arrived.

“Master Denora.” He said into the comm. link. “If you’re receiving this, the ships have landed in a small mining village, it’s not too far from our previous location. We’re currently the caves to help hide our signatures, but I think that if you can get a link on my signal, I should be able to guide you in.”

As he waited to see if he would get a response from the Jedi Master, he decided to find Lucas and see if he could get any answers the old fashion way.

“Lucas, you alright?” He asked the fellow padawan, trying to be as friendly with the question as he could manage. For all he could tell the man was simply still shaken up about his close encounter with the dark force wielder. “I can’t help but sense there’s something…wrong.”

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Sara sighed and placed the blaster next to her while Sethe, Lucas and Kuat left back towards the Leaper. She still had a lightsaber to repair. Quickly dusting off the different components, she placed them out on the rock next to the casing, closed her eyes and concentrated. She could hear the metal in front of her clicking and clanging when they lifted into the air. She could feel the different components slowly whirling around. She opened her eyes cautiously and guided the different pieces into alignment. The crystal floated alongside the assembly, waiting for it’s turn to be placed in.

Sara first made sure all the other pieces aligned correctly, when she was satisfied, she gestured the crystal to take it’s place in the center of it. She guided her hands around the saber, slowly allowing each piece to click together. Finally the casing slid over the components, she twisted it shut and she thumbed the activation switch.

The sunshine yellow blade shot out in a stable form, and Sara was happy to have her primary weapon back and operational again. This was the first time she had maintained her lightsaber since leaving Sean’s ship. At that thought she deactivated her saber and stood. She gestured towards Kuat’s blaster and pulled it towards her. I’m not trusting Kuat with a blaster, she knew her way around a blaster, and was quickly able to access it’s own maintenance panel. She jammed it in the stun setting, disconnecting the kill setting all together, wiring the stun setting into there as well. It could be set back, but only with a few minutes of work. Satisfied, she closed it back up and switched it to kill. Aiming at a rock and fired at it. It didn’t move, but it arced with ions. Switching to the stun setting she tried it again with the same results. At least he couldn’t harm anyone now.

“What are you doing, Jedi?” Nico asked behind her.

Sara said in forthcoming, “Rigging Kuat’s blaster to the stun setting only.” She glanced at Vera, tossing her the blaster to do her own inspections. “We could give Kuat the illusion that we’re trusting him, and no one would be killed if he showed his true colors again.”

As long as Nico wasn't trigger happy towards the crew, she could be friends. Or The enemy of my enemy version of a friend.

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”Here comes the tricky part.” Morgan said as the two ships came ever nearer to the Star Destroyers. They were nearly at the point where he would need to break his flight path, and he wanted to make sure to be ahead of the Imperials on the other end to increase his chances of survival. Readying the switch that would give his ship the appearance of an engine malfunction, he reactivated the comm.

”This is Imperial Shuttle Bakura Delta-Five. He said. ”Be advised, we are experiencing *zzzZZZZzzz* technical difficulties. We appear to be having trouble with the engines.”

Delta-Five, please explain. We are not seeing anything on our end.”

”We’re experiencing trouble piloting the ship. We believe it’s previously undiscovered damage *zzz-chzz-zzh*ners during their escape and re-capture. Give us a minute, we should be able to correct and get back on course.”
”How long do you estimate, Delta-Five?” The imperial on the other end asked.

”Let me see…” Morgan said, pretending as if he were to get them an estimated time frame, then hit the switch. The shuttle shook a little as a controlled explosion detonated on the outside of the ship and gave the appearance of a more serious problem.

”My apologies, Delta-Five cannot make an assessment at this time. We have just lost one of our engines. We are trying to compensate.”
”Stand by, we’ll bring you in with a tractor beam.” The response came from the other end.

”Negative, we don’t know how that’ll affect the damage to the shuttle.” Morgan said, hoping to delay just *chzz-ZZhc*it longer. ”Give us a moment to try to get a full assessment of the damage, we’ll see if we can’t get it under control.”
”Excuse me?” The Imperial on the other end said, either not entirely sure that he had heard Morgan right, or not sure if Morgan knew what he was saying.

”Give us a *zzzz-ChZZZ*…”

However, no response came the Imperial ship this time.

”Hello? This Bakura Delta-Five. Do you copy?”

”I don’t think they’re buying it anymore, Morgan.”
”Yeah, that was on my mind too, ZIM.” Morgan said, and switched the comm. to the Shape

”Norr, the con is up. I don’t know if we’re close enough, but it’ll have to do. It’s make it or break it time!”

He accelerated the shuttle to top-speed, and soon enough he could see the Shape starting to pull out ahead of him.

”Bakura Delta-Five, explain yourself!” came a command from the Imperial comm. system.
”Sorry! You’*chZZZZZ*n’t under*ZZZZ*”

He flipped the switch and cut the channel entirely.

”Norrteth, they’re going to fire at us any time now. Please tell me you can make it!”
”Almost there! Need a few more seconds!”

Morgan flew the Façade close behind the Shape doing his best to make the two targets as confusing as possible.

”Shape is clear!” Norrteth reported.
”See you on the other side!” Morgan said back, then pointed the back of the shuttle towards the nearest Star Destroyer. Jumping out of his seat, he put on the jury-rigged jet-pack he had assembled and backed up against cockpit access hatch.

He just had enough time to see the Shape zoom off and vanish into hyperspace before he pressed the button that opened up the shuttle.

It wasn’t just the cockpit door, either. Another quick modification he had made, Morgan opened up both the cockpit and the shuttle’s main hatch at the same time, letting the rush of oxygen leaving the ship pull him out and get him off to a running start towards his target and away from the doomed shuttle craft.

”WOO-HOO!” He shouted as he watched the shuttle get further an further away.

Looking ‘up’ towards the Star Destroyer, he saw a burst of light, and then one of its laser cannons fired. The blast passed by Morgan an uncomfortably close distance. He could literally feel some of the residue energy as it passed him by, and had it come much closer, it would have undoubtedly killed him. Looking back ‘down’, he could see the shuttle explode as the cannon hit it, leaving Morgan alone in the expanse of space.

Alone with several Star Destroyers and however many Imperials awaited him on board each one of them, including the one he was flying straight towards.

”Here’s where the fun begins.”

Morgan carefully controlled his pack to put him in a better flight position, activating the jets only as much as was necessary to do the job. He had only a limited amount of fuel. If he didn’t make it to the ship by the time he ran out, odds were he’d never make it at all. At least not alive.

It took some time before Morgan began to get in close to the gigantic ship. When he did, he quickly activated his pack and made a serious effort into slowing himself down. He would have to be moving at a very slow speed if he wanted to get around the particle shields. That, at the moment, was his main problem. Even if he slowed down enough to avoid going splat upon its hull, it was another matter entirely to ensure he wouldn’t bounce off or be killed on impact by the physical shielding. He had to trick it – and that required moving slow enough to not register as posing any danger to the ship at all as he got close enough to touch it.

The ship continued to come closer, and Morgan continued to use his fuel as carefully as he could while slowing down. It was a careful balance to maintain, one between fuel conservation and not going too fast. It required his total concentration, something even ZIM recognized, which was enough to keep him quiet as the cyborg bounty hunter closed in.

Ten meters.

Five.

Three…two…one…

And ever so gently, Morgan touched down, safe and sound, and activated his magnetic grips to keep himself there.

”Ladies and gentlemen…the hunter has landed.”

Looking around at the new, desolate terrain, Morgan tried to get a sense of where he was.

”And now comes the easy part.”

Slowly beginning his walk along the hull, Morgan began to search for an entrance. If his efforts weren’t to be in vain, he would need to find a way inside.

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The chains rattled above his head, the links swaying back and forth as he shifted position so that his gaze was angled away from the masked woman. She had started out slow and simple, merely trying to lure him in with taunts rather then inflicting him with physical pain. At this point in the game, it was crucial that he stay closed off to her, his face an emotionless mask as he stared off at the deep shadows on the far wall. She would have to do more than poke fun of his age or remind him that he hadn't been a favorite among the Republic military.

She undoubtedly realized this and switched tactics to focus her attention on family. Han inhaled deeply through his nose as she mentioned Leia, only to let that breath out in relief at the news of her escape - or potential escape. It was comforting to know that she was free of the Empire's clutches and she still had a chance. That's all that mattered.

In fact, that bit of information seemed to bolster his confidence. He shifted his gaze so that he was now looking directly at her. It was now becoming clear what her intentions were and for Han, it was all too familiar. He was bait - just like all those years ago on Bespin. Bringing his kids into the conversation all but cemented that fact.

"Not so much kids anymore," Han quipped, flashing a confident smirk as he studied her. "They're Jedi now and if you bring them here, you're gonna have your hands full. Good luck trying to get outta that one."

He shifted again, allowing the chains to rattle once more. "Where'd you come from anyway?"

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Jase smirked, remembering the mining village from one of his flyovers during the skirmish. "I will meet you there, Dryas. Stay on your guard. I sense many disturbances in the Force on this day.", he said into the comm. Swinging the ship around, he probed at the Force, trying to make sense of the encircling darkness. There was a nagging feeling that the Empire was not the only threat he would face today.

Sighing, Jase had Sahana take the controls and instructed her on how to reach the village. Walking through the corridors to his personal cabin, he stroked the walls of the ship lovingly, appreciating the many times its weaponry and maneuverability had saved his life. Not as often after becoming a Jedi, but he certainly would not have survived his career as an assassin without the Fury.

Upon reaching his cabin, he stepped inside and shut the door. Sitting on the floor, he let out a slow sigh and closed his eyes. Concentrating completely on the Force, he let his consciousness slip into the living energy. It took all of his focus and concentration, even a physical toll as he felt his heart palpitating slightly and his pulse race. He finally found the faint signature he was looking for, straining his mind with the distance he was attaining. He only had enough focus to send a simple message, hoping the recipient would understand. Had it not been for his mastery of precision control, this never would have been possible.

Luke. Bakura. Empire. Jedi. Solo. Trouble.

Opening his eyes, he gasped heavily as he staggered and stumbled to a cabinet, gripping his chest as he felt the heart attack beginning. The strain had been too much. Fumbling weakly, he found a syringe of his heart treatment and jammed it into his chest, eyes widening as he suddenly found himself able to breath again, his pulse slowing down and the palpitations subsiding. As Sahana landed the ship, he stood slowly and exited, heading to meet Dryas and the others. He had only included Han in his message to Luke due to the relationship of the two. He would soon find out just how right he had been about the trouble involving the former smuggler. Jase simply hoped his message had managed to make it across the Force and galaxy to signal the Grandmaster and most powerful Jedi Jase knew.

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Force Specialty: Precision Force Manipulation

Saber Form(s): Vapaad, Denora Akimbo Style

Favored Techniques Force Choke, Telekinesis, Shatterpoint, Force Lightning[/b]

Combat Skills: Close combat, sabotage, multi-weapon usage, ship to ship[/b]



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Tseneca was stripped of her finery, and thus with her hair done immaculately and piled neatly atop her head, her makeup tastefully applied, was given an imperial grade jumpsuit because, as her captors explained, her clothes had been burned due to filth and blood.

Thrust into a heavily lined cell, she stripped the top of the jumpsuit off and knotted the sleeves and torso about her waist, allowing herself the freedom of a ribbed sleeveless undershirt. She looked at her bare arms, examining their length, down to the pale ovals of her polished nails. They'd gone to extremes in fixing her up, really and truly. And for what? A double-edged treaty with Thyferra? Almost recreational information about the disappearance of Emmett Fink? She felt like a victim of unlikely circumstance.

But then she remembered the faces of the men at the table when she had told them Emmett was dead. The alarm, the remorse. The fact that they had obviously held him in high regard distressed her. She took a seat on the hard slab that would suffice for a bed here, and leaned her elbows on her knees. Emmett had reappeared, as if he'd never been gone, and had helped her rebel against her uncle. of all that, hed said he had deserted, but their time had not been about catching up as much as it had been about being with each other. What Krauss portrayed was not the Emmett she knew, but a monster, capable of frighteningly gruesome deeds. She needed to know that this hadn't been the case, but a facade, and feared heartily that it wasn't.

The silence was deafening. If there was one thing about containment, it was the fact that it was insanly dull. Her guard had removed the cuffs, but even in here...

She closed her eyes, pushing outward with the force, trying desperately to hail anyone, to let them know she was okay. Lucas... Kyp... Lucas...
After a moment, she opened her eyes and blinked. There was absolutely no telling if anyone could here her. It was a one way street.

***

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, half-asleep while sitting up. She drifted in a kind of unreality, not even bothering to think on a solid plane, when suddenly, she heard a terse tapping, like pin needles on durasteel.

"What...?" She whispered to herself. She listened, as the tapping came in short stops and starts, then stopped for a prolonged period. She thought, then, that maybe she'd been dreaming, but then it started again, just a decibel louder than before.

Tseneca stood, pacing the length of the cell, trying to pin point the noise. There. At the back wall. She crouched and pressed her ear to the wall, letting the sound get louder.

She listened to several more sequences before her mind caught on to what it was: Mon Calamari blink code, translated into taps rather than lights. She placed her hands on the wall, trying to feel the vibrations as well as the sound. It was a little pointless, but she was trying desperately to remember the series of blinks in lieu of the sounds she was hearing. The longs and shorts were letters, with the breaks signaling ends. The message was short, but it was as if a veil had been lifted around the fourth or fifth repetition.

4 short-3 long- 2 short-1 long-2 short- 3long- 1 long- 3 short

Coral

Tseneca felt a wash of relief, excitement, and the adreneline of one who doesn't have the power to do anything. She knocked twice softly on the wall and the incessant tapping of Coral Callatros, alive and hopefully well in the next cell stopped as she waited for a response. Knowing that now with the communication barrier breached, they would be able to speak freely through the wall, Tseneca searched her brain for the right sequence, then used the tip of her nail to tap out the most primitive thing she could:

Here...Tseneca
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Sethe followed Lucas and Ryles back into the ship, leaving Sara and Dryas out by the cliff face. He watched the two, backs to him, board the ship and go down the crews corridor, taking the third compartment and shutting the door behind them.

They had moved past Nico, who also watched them go, arms folded. She glanced at Sethe.

"What-?"

He shook his head, beleaguered and uneasy. Also slightly angry. "He wouldn't let me shoot him..."

Nico gave him a short, almost understanding smile . "Well. I suppose you shouldn't then."

"Tell that to my gut. That pretty boy's bad news. I think both of them are lying. He says he drugged Lucas to help him contact Anakin, and Lucas confirms it."

Nico leaned against the entry frame. "But if their not lying, then whatever grudge you're holding seems pretty pointless."

He looked at her, catching her eyes. He didn't feel well, could feel himself slipping, needing more sedative. The stress of the situation was almost too much. He walked away from Nico into the medbay without another word, but she followed him.

"I didn't have you pegged for shoot first ask questions later." She said, matching his pace even as they entered the tiny clinic.

He met her gaze, feeling sweat form on his forehead, and heat rise in him, making his collar itch fiercely against his skin. Looking away, He removed his jacket, trying to get some relieve, and removed the folio from his breast pocket, laying it open. "If I was like that, I would have shot Ryles on sight. But I didn't."

"You're a softy." She said, her voice low. She moved toward him even as he fumbled shakily with the vial and the saringe. His fingers were clumsy. She took the needle from him with slender hands filling it from the vial and tapping out the bubbles. She was watching him all the while, her clear eyes gauging him. She really was beautiful...

He tried to shake the cobwebs from his head, the illusory demons that were contorting his vision. He felt angry and hot and... well... other things all at once, and the sensation was not comfortable. His ardour was overbearing, and he knew it was lent to the disease, not himself.

Nico took his arm and ran a finger lightly over the inside of his wrist and up to his elbow, watching him all the while. He felt himself nearly lose it, breathing heavily against the touch, his body raging. Frak...

She slid the needle in and pressed it, releasing sedative into his bloodstream like a tidal wave. Then, she brought the spot on his underarm where she'd just injected him to her lips, allowing him one last moment of animal agony before the sedative claimed him. Her hot breath and soft mouth grazed the sensitive skin there and he tried not to wince openly as the diseases instinct trickled away and he was left with the realization that, even after the fact, he was still fueled by the same strange desire for her in that moment.

She released his arm and smiled with what he could only see as a nearly imperceptable cruelty.

"Oh, you're fun." she cooed, and left him standing there stock still, burning, and very confused.
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The Kuati conversation was small, before it was interrupted by the Bothan Jedi. Lucas had seen the man around, though the two had never officially talked beyond the basic pleasantries. His concern was keen, and Lucas could feel him trying to make sense of everything that was happening, but more specifically, what was happening within his own mind. The disturbances in the Force were all too awkward when attempting to walk this thin line of deception, and those sensitive to their tremors could make heads and tails of what was going on. He had never had to conceal it to this depth before. "Lucas, you alright? I can’t help but sense there’s something…wrong."

Perhaps it was sincere, the question, but Lucas could not tell who was who nowadays. "Maybe you should get your hand fixed up." He pointed to Rylii's left fingers, "I'm curious to know how exactly that happened any ways."

Rylii smiled and left, retreating back into the Blight Leaper. His eyes glanced over the Bothan, no one else was around. "I'm not fine." He admitted honestly, there was no point in lying to someone who could see right through it. "But I'm not talking to you about it." It didn't come out harsh, more nonchalantly, almost in a joking matter. He needed to play this off. "The whole damn planet is a mess, my emotions are scattered. With Tseneca missing, and her child..." He let his voice trail off, "I think you can understand. I just need to meditate, wrap my head around everything."
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