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Sara Soto
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 Post Posted: Fri, June 24th 2011 05:48pm    Post subject:
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Sara leaned back, her eyes scanning the tree-line for any movement while she thought on an answer towards the Jedi. She had only vaguely heard of his title as a Master, maybe one thing of being a council member. She wasn’t around when they had showed up at camp last night. Satisfied that nothing had changed, she turned to Denora. She nodded on the manipulation of it, though she had just barely gotten the handle of it.

“I’m not certain.” She said, answering towards what she was seeking with her powers. “I’m not part of the Order, I’ve only known of my sensitivity for a month or two. I just want to get control of it. Understanding, to answer.”

Sara found that she could relax with mild use of the Force, instead of a full meditation. It didn’t substitute, but it helped pass the time in between. She pulled her lightsaber out, slowly so Denora wouldn’t think she was drawing it to attack him, and concentrated on balancing it on the tip of her finger. It’d pass the time while Denora gathered his own thoughts, and she hadn’t done this since she got to Bakura, and the emitter portion of her lightsaber would jiggle as she concentrated on setting it straight with the Force.


No big. Get some action. Though maybe we could delay it just a hair (Nothing in IC, like it'll be a while before they show up, just so people in the camp can RP and such before another battle scene)

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 Post Posted: Sat, June 25th 2011 04:04pm    Post subject:
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"It's taking a long time," Kris said, breaking the silence between him and Coral. "What do you do?"

Coral shifted her head, "I guess the cats out of the bag, I'm an intelligence officer. I work for the New Republic."

Kris smiled at this fact, she had brains, beauty and a kick ass job. He had never met a spy before, well, at least a spy for working for another government. "I think we're going to die up here." Coral noticeably rolled her eyes and laid on her back. It was weird to see her sprawled out against the floor, but he walked over and joined her nonetheless. The floor was cold, almost freezing so he sat up. "How can you stand that?"

Coral laughed, "It helps, believe it or not..." She lifted her bruised fingers, "Kris, I know you are from Kuat, but by the sounds of your accent, you've been on Bastion lately, haven't you?"

"Yeah, wow, you're pretty good at this whole spy stuff. What else can you tell about me?"

"First, what were you doing on Bastion. Were you studying?"

"Yes."

"Good, I think you know how to slice into these computers, but you opted out of it, why?" She sat up now, her face looking for something, like she was trying to decipher what he was really about. "You went to the cybernetics academy, didn't you?"

Kris felt a little exposed, though it couldn't be a lucky guess. "Care to explain how you arrived at that, Miss Coral?"

"When we were sending a message to the surface, you bypassed three main subroutines before handing the console over to me. I handled the rest.... Would you care to offer me some information on Bastion?"

Kris laughed, "So I could help you out in your career?"

Coral shifted uncomfortably, "I don't think Tseneca will succeed, and if she does, my life cannot be bargained with. I have many secrets."

Kris looked at her, "So you want me to sell out my government, so you can save yours?" He folded his arms, "No thanks."

Coral opened her mouth, but suddenly the battledroids in the corner started to move. One advanced towards Coral, the other towards Kris. Coral was up against the wall, but Kris knew they couldn't fight, not in the conditions they were in. The droid wrapped his hand around Kris's shoulder and commanded, "Walk."

He did, giving Coral a glance, before he was escorted out of the room. He was paraded around the deck, some officers stopping to get a glance of him, but none of them seemed shocked or kept their glances for more than a second or two. Something told him, they had seen many walk this path before. When he arrived, it was the private office of the fleet's commander, with Tseneca limp in the corner. "Sorry for the mess!" The Commander cackled and asked the droid to seat him at her desk. Kris complied, staring at the fallen pregnant woman. He saw her stomach cave in and out, she was breathing.

"Hello." He gave an innocent response, hoping to play more on his age now, than anything she might've learned. She took a moment to stare at him, her eyes glancing around his face and around his body, before leaning back in her chair and kicking her feet up and onto the desk. Classic Imperial uniform boots with several medals of a accommodation speckled on her uniform. Kris understood the ones present as gifts from the Grand Admiral for duty, honor and achievement.

"You like these?" She suggested towards the three medals on her uniform, before her hand opened a drawer and began pulling out more. "I have a few dozen of these." One by one the Commander explained the various medals until she grew tired of the task, instead she looked over to Tseneca and then back into his eyes. "She tried to spare your life, my young Kuati brother. You see, you and I, we're more intertwined than any other people in the galaxy. Your home world has created the finest vessels in the galaxy, and supplied the Empire with the tools necessary to secure and defeat any foe. Your mother is of considerable importance, and her abilities to broadcast on a very popular holonetwork... is not taken for granted."

The woman smiled, nudging a small box of what looked sweets, "Candies from Sol..." The Mon Calamari homeworld, "They are quite delicious. If the fish-people know how to do anything, its make a proper sweet. Go ahead, try one." Kris didn't move, but the look on her face suggested she was mildly offended. The Commander rose from her seat and continued, "Very well then, on to the more serious nature of things."

A droid advanced and its hands clamped down and around both of Kris' arms. "Your mother is to be given a message from the Grand Admiral." Kris breathed, Zend wanted to speak to my mother?! "As a token of faith, we are returning you to her. But in time, we will expect she does something for us." The Commander smiled while retrieving what seemed like her favorite sweet, she took a bite, "Exquisite! "She delighted, before rounding her desk and shoving the rest of the treat into his mouth. He felt the substance hit his tongue, before she whispered something to the battledroid.

The droid picked him up and tossed him across the room, Kris felt the wall and a snap in his arm, his reflexives hard tried to spare his impact, but it cost him his right hand. He cringed as he landed, the cold surface and hard drop made him spit out the candy. He cried out softly, cradling the hand that was broken as both Krauss and the droid advanced, but it was the woman he was more afraid of. She took her boots and stepped on the hand that had snapped on impact and slowly she pressed down, he bit his lip, holding his mouth shut as he screamed in pain.

"Your people have remained with self-proclaimed Emperor Ams Jendob, and his pathetic attempt to rally the Imperial Remnant. We are disappointed in them. If your family refuses to join the Empire, perhaps we will see to it that another rises up and takes its place in your spot." Krauss spat. The droid's fingers bent down and in a controlled motion, it sliced open his exposed arm, up to his shoulder. This time Kris screamed, the pain echoing in her office as he felt the coolness of the metallic flooring be replaced by the warm liquid of his own blood. He howled, pulling his arm towards him as the droid released him.

It wasn't over as the droid slammed its fist into his thigh, he felt the muscle and the skin tear, but the bones broke. Kris cried out again, this time stirring Tseneca in the corner. It took a few moments, but sheer horror lit up in her eyes as she came around, but something around her neck and arms must've restricted her speech and ability to call to the Force. Kris looked away, still calling out in pain.

He began to cry, the warm tears spilling over his cheeks and onto the floor. He hated the Empire, if this is what it was, he hated everything about it. He hated being a Pallanén-Davad if this is what it meant to be one. "Now," the Commander picked up another treat from her desk and tossed it onto the floor very close to where Kris was standing, "Lucky for the both of you, the Grand Admiral sends a message, a message of hope with a token of good faith. We are not the monsters we can be, more the monsters we have to be. As you can see, we can be very lucrative allies or your very worst nightmare. For Tseneca, we are delivering you and your comrades a free pass off of Bakura. But in this, comes consideration of future alliances. Until we meet again, Miss Fink."

She gleamed as another droid hoisted the pregnant woman up, and with a carefree dismissal of the hands, she was taken away. "And for you, my dear boy, is a bittersweet message. Politically, I am returning your life to your mother, and in the process, showing her how much of a friend, the True Empire can be to our brother and sister Imperials so patiently waiting on Kuat. Soon we will come to liberate you from the clenches of the fake Emperor... soon."

With a deviant smile she turned to the candy jar and happily pulled out a new treat. She tossed it onto the floor, half expecting the other one she had tossed to have been eaten and for Kris to thank her for generosity, but Kris had done neither, except wither in the pain inflicted. "Oh, have the TIE fighters escort the Blight Leaper to my ship. You're to be united with your brother, who I am told, was the reason you were....asked into coming here." Krauss did a small curtsy, "My royal sire," she said in a sarcastic tone, before departing from the room....
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 Post Posted: Sat, June 25th 2011 05:05pm    Post subject:
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Morgan made several more transfers along the turbolift, eventually making his exit several decks above where he had first entered the ships vertical lift system. He was pleased when he got there to find that the corridor was empty, allowing him to continue his path mostly unhindered. Passing through the back-end hallways, he continued to keep out of sight until he reached a turbolift that would take him directly to the detention zone – right back where he started.

Morgan summoned the turbolift, watching his back as waited for it. Upon hearing the door start to open, he saw that it was full of Stormtroopers.

”Hello there.”

It didn’t take long for them to guess who they were looking at.

“There he is!” The lead one shouted.

Morgan aimed his rifle and shot the closest trooper in the chest, clogging up the doorway long enough for him to arm a grenade and toss it into the lift. He moved to the side as he tried to order the lift doors to close again, avoiding getting shot at least half a dozen times. While the door didn’t finish closing before the explosive went off, it did its job all the same, and the angles of the lift door kept Morgan from getting hit by the blast.

Looking back inside the turbolift, Morgan could tell the thing probably wouldn’t be very useful to him anymore, and so called up an adjacent lift. Once inside, he was quick to once again take a position on top of the ‘roof’. As he was carried to the detention area, he put away his rifle and pulled out a glop grenade.

”Why that one?”
”Cleaner.” Morgan said. ”Can’t be causing too much destruction this time.”

When the door opened below him, he peeked through the opening in the lift ceiling, then tossed the grenade into the room. It exploded soon after, filling large parts of the room with a solid adhesive. Morgan dropped down through the ceiling as the grenades stopped emptying themselves, re-opening the turbolift doors and opening fire on the few Imperials who weren’t caught in spray radius.

Some of the Imperials had retreated back down the corridor, however, taking up defensive positions and firing back at Morgan. With the immediate area cleared, Morgan took cover in the control in the control pit.

“You’re dead, you hear me! Dead!”

Morgan looked to the sound of the voice, and saw an imperial officer who was trapped behind a solid layer of foam. The hunter aimed his rifle at the man, then shot at him, purposefully missing him by mere centimeters, hoping to shut the guy up.

Returning his attention to down the corridor, he fired a few warning shots that kept the remaining security personnel back so he could find the data screen listing where prisoners were being kept. When he found it, he went back to the corridor, shooting down a trooper who was trying to make an advance.

This continued as Morgan tried to find out where Tseneca and the other two were being held, but much to his chagrin, he discovered they weren’t listed.

”They’re not here.” Morgan said when he came to the realization. "They're not here!"

Giving himself some cover fire, Morgan retreated back to the lift doors, and planted an explosive charge.

”ZIM, find out where they are, and get me a map that leads me to em!”

With more cover fire, Morgan jumped back into the security pit and blew the charge, opening up the turbolift doorway. Leaping through, he let himself fall down the lift shaft, with his repulsorlifts at the ready to catch him somewhere down below.
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Jase Denora
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 Post Posted: Sun, June 26th 2011 03:22pm    Post subject:
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Jase let out a slight sigh, keeping his eyes closed and his focus on the Force. "To truly understand the Force, you must first realize what it is. The Force is a tool. Moreover, it is a living tool. Think of it as a soldier under your command. If you are hesitant or even the least bit unsure of yourself, it will reflect your lack of confidence. However, if you allow yourself to let go of uncertainty..."

He reached out with the Force and her lightsaber disassembled before her her eyes. The individual components floated around her, suspended by the precision and skill of the Jedi master. "Then it will gladly do your bidding..." The components came back together again quickly, completely reassembled as if it had never been handled before.

"Light and Dark... such fuss is made over the principles of Jedi and Sith. What you will never be taught in the Order's academies is that the two must exist together. There is no other principle than skill. To master that, is to master yourself. Discipline is the greatest asset a true Jedi can have. This is what is taught in my academy."
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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]



"Master the Force. Master your emotions. With these two tools, you will be feared by your enemies and your peers. Nothing else matters for the strong."

Please, please, PLEASE...... do not open the box....

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 Post Posted: Sun, June 26th 2011 04:41pm    Post subject:
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Sara looked up towards the cool night sky while she put together what Denora was saying. “Well, I’m not sure on that point of view of the Force, but it makes sense.” She shrugged with her answer.
She held her lightsaber that had once been completely disassembled before her eyes. It would have taken her some concentrating to even undo the internal mechanical locks, let alone disassemble it quickly and just as quickly assemble it again.

“The Order never seemed like a road I was going to take, just something I needed to do to get control of my powers.” She turned to Denora, his eyes still closed. “Where’s this academy of yours?”

It’d be wrong to say Sara wasn’t interested, in the time she spent inside the Jedi Temple on Coruscant while they were worrying about Tseneca, she wasn’t too impressed. Impressed with the scale of it, but not so much as the academy itself. Dantooine never appealed to her as well. What was the harm in inquiring about Denora’s academy, or even seeing it before making a decision?

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 Post Posted: Sun, June 26th 2011 10:30pm    Post subject:
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Somwhere between waking and sleeping, both of which were unsubtle in their agony, Tseneca realized that her face was boiling.

That cant be right...

Even under what she knew was sedation, even with the cloudy sound of life support and the subtle low pull of a bacta drip, she could feel the skin of her face bubbling and pulling off of her skull.

She screamed, a horrible blood curdling scream as full consciousness came over her and her body took control. She was in, by far, more pain then she'd ever been in in her life.

She tried to open her eyes against the bright lights of what she knew was a med bay, but they were swollen shut, and crusted at the ends. She tried to struggle but her spine wouldn't obey her brain.

She heard a murmer of voices then the sound of someone approaching. She recognized the strange spearmint and dull ruminant tinged breath, and the voice that followed. Krauss.

"Take this into consideration." The woman hissed. "You think you are in pain now, cross me once more and you have no idea what pain is." The woman lifted her head, and spoke to the medical droid. "Leave her the way she is, but keep her, and the child, alive. We want her in good form for her delivery, we have a message to send." There was a click as Krauss turned on her heel and excited the room.

She could hear the droid approach her, a newer model. It pressed whatever tool it could to her face and she howled out.

It did the equivelent of a tsk. Then spoke. "I don't understand why she wont let me repair you. It seems counter intutitive. You humans are strange."

She found her voice, finally, dry and arid. "Whats—wrong--?"

The droid continued to tap at her, each touch like a lightning bolt, even through the pain killers.

"the weapon is made to shut your nervous system down temporarily, in order to enable you. At such close range however...." It cut to the chase. "You have third degree burns over much of your face, and second degree burns on your spine where the first blast hit. Most of the damage you've sustained is reparable, but I have applied grafts to the sites that require it. The damage to your nerves--"

She grunted, cutting it off. It was obvious that the orders given the droid would be followed, but the thing took its job seriously when it came to health. "---Baby--" She muttered.

"Perfectly heathy." The droid continued its probes. "Its unflailing in its resiliance, even so early in your state."

The relief she felt outweighed a good portion of the pain she was in. The baby was safe. Through all of this. She felt herself sigh, although it was possible that this was because of the continued sedative the droid was pumping into her. She let oblivion take her just as easy as it would have been sleep.
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 Post Posted: Mon, June 27th 2011 12:06am    Post subject:
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We have--

Sethe jerked awake at the sound of SAMM's voice over the speaker. He snorted to catch his breath and rubbed his face, grazing two day old stubble that was growing far past what he had once considered rugged looking.

"Wha-what?" He fumbled and licked the corner of his mouth. His lips were dry. He had been in a very deep sleep.

A transmission. We have a transmission.

"Well, put it through." Sethe snapped, grumpy. He leaned forward in the captain's chair and read the words scrolling across the screen rapidly.

20: ISD. Com. Krauss. Sub: Coral Cal. A/W Tseneca; Morgan; Kris P-D. Assit Req. URGENT

"Oh my god." He hissed, staring at the screen. "Oh my god. They're alive." He pressed a button on the in-ship comm. "Jonas--" There was a pause. And a sleepy voice came back over. Lucas' voice.

"He's asleep. Whats wrong?"

Sethe's brain did a 180. Lucas and Jonas... he decided against thinking about the implications, bed games aside.

"I've recieved a transmission from one of the ISD's in orbit. Its from Coral."

It didn't take long for Lucas to get to the bridge. Not only was his hair tossled and his eyes bleary from sleep, but he was considerably underdressed, having not bothered to put a shirt on.

"What does it say?" The young man slid into the co-pilots seat and scanned the memo. His brow furrowed. "I thought maybe I was wrong..."

"What?" Sethe frowned at him.

"They have my brother." He was speaking more to himself then the Sethe. "I don't understand it, if they managed to get a transmission out, then that must mean they aren't being held."

Sethe shrugged. "Or Coral managed to slip something out in the interrim, you know how she is."

Lucas shook his head. "No. somethings happened. Look. She says that Morgans with them."

"You think they've managed to escape?"

"As unlikely as it sounds, yes." Lucas looked at the computer and typed in something.

"What are you doing?" Sethe said watching.

"Trying to pull up some kind of a schematic of Krauss' ship. If its an older model, one my family might have manufactured, I might be able to find something of a soft spot on it..."

Sethe looked out the view port into the dark sky. Dawn was approaching.
"I don't know how we'd be able to infiltrate something that big..."

Lucas looked away from the computer screen and at Sethe, his voice hard "You want to just sit here? I didn't take you for that big of a coward. A scoundrel, yes, but not a coward."

Sethe grunted. "Why does it always turn into this with me and you?" He asked the younger man. "This fighting."

"Easy." Lucas said. "I don't like you"

"Well that's obvious enough." He shook his head. "This isn't about me, Lucas. Look at the big picture. If we all die, then there'll be no one to save them. And what about the political ramifications... This isn't just one of our classic shootout. This is a highly sensitive--"

"So now you're a politician?" Lucas scoffed.

Sethe felt his adrenaline start to spike. How long had it been since his last dose? He shook his head and cleared it. "Look, what I'm saying is that we need to come up with a better plan."

"You do that." Lucas clicked off the computer and hoisted himself from the chair and away from the console"In the meantime, I'm going to act."

The kid flipped on a couple of switches, alerting the ship into a standby mode, and started heading out the cockpit.

"I love her, Lucas." Sethe called after him. The words startled even himself, and the boy stopped dead in the middle of the entry way. He didn't turn back around, his hand against the jamb. there was a deliberating pause.

"Then prove it."

With that Lucas left the cockpit, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.
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Lucas returned to his quarters, flipping on the lights as he did, alienating the Kuati playboy resting in his bed. "Rise and shine," He said sarcastically, tossing Rylii his clothes, "We're getting Tseneca." Rylii rubbed his eyes, before tossing the covers off his body. He slipped across the room and retrieved his many clothes laying on the bed's end, before finally protesting.

"Are you absolutely insane?" He had his pants on, before he walked up. "She's as good as dead up there, and we aren't any better if we try to rescue her!" Lucas opened his clothing locker and retrieved some of the items he hadn't touched since their shopping at the Kau Kau shopping center. It had felt like ages since they played the holo-cyber war game. Only nowadays, the war was very much real, and they couldn't afford a reset. Lucas retrieved the blue shirt, the color had reminded him of the water at his favorite cove on the sea with a white seashell colored jacket, before dropping his pants for something much more stylish. "Oh yes, let's just suit up in Ku'armani and save the damsel in distress."

In a quick flight of anger, Rylii was pinned against the Blight Leaper, his usually cool and beautiful demeanor was now twisted with fright, the Force rippled his skin as it pulsed with the invisible energy. Lucas tightened the sensation, forcing Rylii to cough due to lack of oxygen. Several seconds passed before Lucas released him, "I've had enough of your games, Rylii. I may not have all the answers for your dealings, but the one thing I will not tolerate is the dismissal of Tseneca's well being. Is that clear?"

Rylii clenched his throat, before yanking his shirt off the bed and pushing past him. He stopped short of the door, "Don't ever do that again. Or I will kill you." He tugged his head through the top of the shirt and disappeared, as Lucas sat on the bed. He had lost control, but that was beside the point. It felt good. Lucas flipped his hair, if he was going to have a run in with the True Imperials, they were going to get a sense of how Kuat handles the rescue of one of their own. This Commander Krauss would pay a price, one that could very well be inconceivable if Kris or the life of Tseneca's baby was threatened or damaged.

Lucas returned to Jonas and softly woke him, explaining the situation. Eisley rose without question and suited up, arming himself with a pair of blasters on both sides and a larger assault rifle across his back. As he tied his shoe laces he wrapped a vibro-dagger around his ankle and looked up. "Let's get her back."
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Everything was clouding together in his mind, swirling around in a giant mass of pain and suffering. In fact, it was becoming extremely difficult to distinguish the line between the nightmare and reality. Had a hulking combat droid really broken his arm? Had he really witnessed the decapitation and untimely death of his wife? Did he really hear his own voice in his ears, screaming in agony at both the mental and physical pain he thought he felt?

These questions continued to accumulate in his mind, threatening to drive him completely insane...that is, if the exposure to this kind of torture didn't accomplish that first.

But then he heard a voice. It started somewhere off in the distance, echoing in a near whisper before steadily growing in strength. He realized after a moment that the voice was female and that she was calling his name.

Han's eyes snapped open with a start and he gasped, soaking in his current surroundings with wild eyes. His confidence sunk even further when he realized that his situation had not changed and that he was still in the same damned cell and the voice he had heard belonged to the same damned witch. At least, in this reality, Leia was still alive - a small spark of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation. A sneer crossed his features at the revelation, but that quickly twisted into a grimace as a fresh wave of pain coursed through his right arm.

Glancing up, he frowned at the unnatural angle in which his arm was set in the bonds that held it in place. Already, he could see the bruises lining his exposed flesh and the swelling that accompanied it. He also took note that his hand and fingers were also beginning to swell as they hung limply from the shackle that pinned his wrist to the wall. He realized that not everything he had imagined belonged to a passing nightmare. There was no doubt that his arm was indeed broken in several places and it would probably require a long and quite painful rehabilitation.

The witch, seeming to take notice of struggles, stepped forward and decided to add to the situation by taunting him even further. "Where were we?" she mused in a mocking tone, obviously enjoying every minute of it. "Oh, yes...Anakin."

Han narrowed his eyes and glanced at the woman, the mention of his youngest son stirring up even more unwanted emotions inside of him. The subject was not one he wanted to expand upon, especially after the argument and the impending refusal to assist in the management of Solo Enterprises. Father and son had been divided after that and it may have even led to some rash decisions for the company, which Han was starting to regret. It not only was straining the relationship between father and son, but it was also effecting his marriage as well.

"I...dunno what you're talking about," he mumbled incoherently, finding a spot on the wall beyond Lumiya to stare at. "The kid cut off all ties to the company - he won't help you."

He finally glanced at her again with a sneer, his voice now gaining more confidence. "Looks like you failed to do your homework, sister. You new at this? If you're ambitious enough to go after Luke Skywalker, I thought I would be dealing with someone with a little more experience. Guess I was wrong."

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They had finally caught on to his act. That was what went though Morgans mind as he began to find it more and more difficult to get around the ship after ducking back out of the detention area. They were finally figuring out where to find him, and there had been a considerable increase of troops and droids as a result.

He had also noticed something else.

”I think they’re trying to herd me. Or something.” He commented as he considered the various pathways he was being driven down as he tried to keep from getting caught.

He couldn’t help but notice that certain avenues were easier to go down than others, as if the Imperials wanted him to do in that direction. They were trying to lead him somewhere specifically.

Morgan tried to have none of it. On at least a couple of occasions, he proceeded to break through weaker ‘walls’ of resistance, which made it even more clear after doing so that they were not as prepared for when he made it through to the other side.

It was in this mess that Morgan wasn’t able to give the map his full attention, and it was by that means that he found his way back down to one of the hanger bays, just around the time that one of the Imperials shuttles was arriving.

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Kyp arrived at the camp with Allison, H6, and the new addition Azlyn. Throughout the night Kyp had made his way around the camp, catching up with those who had been absent from his mind for sometime. The Master's had convened in silence with one another. He had come to the same realization as Master Denora. Death trap. There would be nowhere to run if the Imps above caught word of their position.

The quite of the camp was stirred as the Blight Leaper's engines roared to life. He was not going to be left behind this time. There was no doubt it was important. He had missed much and because of it he had no been around to defend those who he cared about.

Kyp bounded onto the boarding ramp as it shut, paying no mind to who else was coming. He could feel the presences on board but also a sense of foreboding. Everything was not as it seemed at Bakura.


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Sethe was finishing take-off procedures about forty-five minutes later when another figure came in through the entry way.

"Well look who it is." He said as Kyp Durron came into the cockpit. The Jedi master looked around dolefully. "Where have you been?"

Kyp shrugged. "Busy."

Suddenly a beeping came from the console and Sethe turned to look, engaged as he was in prepping the ship. "SAMM?"

Four or five TIE's, coming in hot.

"Droyk" Sethe rushed to the console, and Kyp did the same, sliding into the co-pilot's chair. Then, he hit the comm. Wherever the rest of the crew were, they needed to be warned.

"Hey guys... we've got company..."
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Tarison stepped out of his shuttle, one provided by the Imperials themselves. A team of ten Stormtroopers fell in line behind him while he exited the shuttle. Ahead of him he saw a bile looking concoction between a human and a droid enter the hangar, blaster fire trailing behind him. The troopers under his command aimed their rifles at the man, but Tarison could sense he’d be a much worthier challenge than those rebels he faced on the surface. He lifted his hand in the air, the soldiers reluctantly lowering their rifles to a standby position. Tarison stepped forward a few feet, repeating the same gesture to stormtroopers arriving behind the cyborg.

With a thought, his lightsaber landed in his palm, and activated the blade. Though he had only used a single blade during his duel with Kyp Durron, he thumbed the secondary switch, another dark, blood red blade emitted out of the back of the saber’s hilt.

He readied himself, exercising his flexibility with the double-bladed saber by twirling the blades dangerously, but comfortably close to his body. Prepared, he gripped the hilt with both hands and leapt towards the cyborg, bringing his body into a twirl towards the cyborg’s midsection.

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Sethe didn't know exactly how many transmissions he sent out to the TIE squadron before they took liberties to answer back. If they were trying to kill them, the white flag of multiple communiques being shot upward to them would hopefully stave off the attack.

"Frigate Blight Leaper, do you copy" The military prim voice of one of the pilots came clearly over the ships comm.

Both Lucas and Jonas, as well as a harried looking Nico wandered into the cockpit, behind Sethe and Kyp, listening to the communication. Sethe noticed Ryles at the back, arms crossed, leaning against the door jamb.

Sethe hit the button. "Droyk it, I've been trying to--"

The voice cut him off, as if he hadn't been speaking at all. "This is Squadron twelve, we have orders from fleet commander Selena Krauss to escort this ship to hers, respectively."

Sethe snorted. Respectively. Nicely said. Lucas moved forward and shoved Sethe aside, none too gently, tapping the comm button.

"This is Lucas Pallanen-Davad of Kuat. Of course you wont mind my asking 'what for?'."

There was silence from the other end.

"Because of course," Lucas continued, exchanging a look with Sethe. "You would have to think us fairly incompetent to proceed unbidden with a full TIE escort. There is a war on... you understand our predicament."

Now, it was very possible that the pilot would have no idea the exact nature of his orders, but Sethe had to trust that Lucas knew what he was doing. The younger man was far more adept at diplomacy than he.

The channel picked up again. "We have been charged by commander krauss to grant you passage to her ship, and ensure deliverance of associated parties there."

At that, Sethe saw Lucas blink. He heard an audible intake of breath, as Ryles muttered. "They're giving them up?"

Sethe shot him a look that made the kids jaw clench tightly. Then he looked between Lucas and Kyp.

"Do you think its a trap?" He asked the two Jedi.

Kyp was staring at the console, calculating. "Awfully thick set-up for a trap."

Lucas' brow furrowed. "They went to avid lenths to attack us in the forest, I'm not sure this is uncalled for."

There was a contemplative pause. "Gentlemen." Nico's voice broke through the silence. "You were looking for a breakthrough. This seems as good a one as any."

Another silence, this time, letting her words sink in. Then, taking the initiative, Sethe hit the comm. "Very well, squad commander... take us to your leader."

The air that filled the cockpit then was an uncomfortable one, the tension thick. So there they would tread... into the beast's den.

When Sethe spoke, his voice was dry. Not with fear, no, never that. But with a horrible dread. He spoke to no-one in particular, but everyone all at once.

"Fire up the converters. Lets get this show on the road."

Leaper crew is heading for Krauss' star destroyer, flanked by a TIE squadron. See OCC plot forum
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The good news was that the new arrival had taken care of the troopers that had been chasing after Morgan. The bad news was why.

”Sith.” Morgan cursed as the man came at him with his double-bladed lightsaber.
”Obviously.” ZIM replied.
”Well, that too.”

Morgan held off on shooting at the guy, waiting until he came in close, then jumped over the swing of the dark jedi’s blade. With the help of his repulsorlifts, he kept himself in the air just long enough to deliver a solid kick that caught his opponent off-guard, hitting him in the chin and knocking him onto his back. Morgan landed on the other side as both men hit the flight deck.

The cyborg kept going, only turning around long enough to fire his rifle in hopes of getting a lucky shot off. Not surprisingly, though, the force-user was faster than that, successfully deflecting the shot.

”Bravo. Sorry I can’t stay, but I’ve so much to do and so little time.”

Leaping up onto the shuttle his opponent had arrived in, Morgan across the top of its hull as he tried to make his way to a different exit. He heard the sound of the sith as he leapt onto the hull in hot pursuit of Morgan. His rifle still in one arm, Morgan pulled a blaster pistol and looked back to fire off several shot in order to give him something else to worry about, not caring much when ever single shot was deflected off in various direction.

”You don’t think you can take him?”
”Frankly, I don’t really care about finding out right now.”

But as he reached the door he was headed for, he soon discovered he wouldn’t have much say in the matter. It was closing, and there was no way he’d be able to slip through in time. A glance around the hanger made clear that it was the same case for the rest of his potential exits. He had little doubt that there were other, less obvious passageways he could get out though, but as long as he had the cloaked fellow breathing down his neck, he’d never get a safe opportunity to try to use them.

”FRAKKIN’ SITH!” Morgan exclaimed as he looked back towards said cloaked one, and barely succeeded in limbo-bending backwards to duck under another swing of the lightsaber.

His servo-motors allowed him to upright before the follow-up swing, and Morgan took advantage of the opportunity to counter-attack. He dropped his blaster pistol, grabbed the rifle with both hands, and swung the butt of the gun across the man’s face, knocking the hood off his head.

Not letting up on his attack, Morgan followed up with a punch to the man’s gut, grabbed the man’s cloak to slam his forehead against the cyborg’s helmet, and then followed through with a junk shot – with as much strength as he could muster, Morgan drove his foot straight into the dark jedi’s ‘man parts’.

The dark jedi leaned over in pain, but was not quite ready to succumb to Morgan’s beatdown. Dropping the rifle, Morgan quickly wound up his droid arm and finished with an uppercut.

”SHORYUKEN!”

The cloaked individual briefly popped up into the air before once again collapsing on his back, though Morgan could clearly tell he still wasn’t quite out of it yet. Picking up the rifle and the pistol, Morgan set the smaller weapon for stun and prepared to pull the trigger. He was pretty sure lightsabers couldn’t block stun shots, and he would be better safe than sorry to knock out the jedi before finishing him off for good.

”And here I thought you’d be a challenge.” Morgan said, unable to believe how well he had actually just done.

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The Blight Leaper's weightless feel as she hovered above the ground was always the most awkward, the sudden lightness the freighter created as the engines activated. Lucas looked out the window as the ship rose, staring into Sara's eyes. His fingers nostalgically touched the glass, and he reached out to her using the Force and their private connection that had formed inside the Sarlacc. It was a gentle prod, a touch of goodwill. It lasted long enough for the ship to lurch forward, the effortless glide that Tseneca was so gifted with her ship wasn't present, as Sethe piloted them upwards.

Lucas dropped his gaze to the lightsaber on the side, he feverish polished it as best he could, but paused with one ladylike fingerprint remained. It was Tseneca's print, the last before she dropped it. He touched it endearingly, believing she would be safe and in one piece, despite the circumstances. He removed his finger and there against the metal hilt, their prints were merged into one. He affectionately returned the lightsaber to his side, noticing the vivid presence of stars and Bakura's moon. Even though he couldn't hear the TIE fighters, he pulled their signature sound from all his childhood memories, watching the machines he grew up with play for the other side. It seemed wrong, perverted almost, that his mother's creations were escorting him to a Star Destroyer which held his friend, and then there was Kris.

Lucas took a moment to calm himself, wanting to first see the youth as okay, before scolding him in ever choosing to come to Bakura. He was fidgeting with his own lightsaber, when the hangar bay of the ISD engulfed them. Lucas felt a nervous twitch, a lurch in his stomach.

"All right, we're here." Sethe breathed to them, and they all waited for something to happen.

"Remain still," Commanded the TIE fighter who had been navigating course adjustment orders and while en route, had ordered the complete and utter power down of all weapon signatures. If anything were detected, the deckhand would activate an internal turbolaser, and the ship would be obliterated. Lucas tried to feel the serenity of the ISD, the collective workmanship of everyone on board that would allow the behemoth destroyer to operate perfectly. Oddly, it was the opposite. Sheer chaos and cloudy murk surrounded the vessel, nothing could penetrate the strange murky aura, except perhaps, the Jedi Master who opened his own thoughts on the matter.

"He's here." Master Durron said suddenly, his eyes looked over to the right side of the ship and they saw him. The same man Lucas had dueled, the same man that had assisted in the death of Han Solo.

"Master Durron," Lucas said suddenly, "I engaged him on the surface...." His voice trailed off before picking up several seconds later, "I lost." He stopped again letting that feeling of powerless and defeat soak into his veins. He let the misery of not-being-good-enough fill his mind with regret, remorse and anger. But he flushed it out, letting it all go as he took a couple of breaths.

Alisson finally emerged from the medical bay, her hands touched his shoulders, and it helped the last tendrils of the defeat retract from his body. "It's all right, Lucas. If it weren't for H6 and I..."

Master Durron shot her a look, "Yes?"

Lucas laughed at the gesture of Alisson's comment, she hand't intended to insult him, but perhaps she had. The laugh died quick as they noticed his stance wasn't just aggressive, he was actively engaging someone here and now. And when they noticed who it was, Lucas rolled his eyes, "Morgan." Master Durron unclipped his belt and started to move towards the boarding ramp. Lucas reached out, grabbing the Jedi.

"Master Durron, we can't. It would jeopardize Tseneca's safety, and my brother." He tried to sound like he wasn't begging the master from intervening, but Morgan's life wasn't worth damaging any kind of hand off from the True Empire. This kind of diplomatic gesture was extremely rare, especially from those used of serving under the deceased Emperor Palpatine. If they wanted Morgan dead, so be it. He died for a good cause, and that was that.
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Tarison waited, on his back and offering himself as a weak opponent. Make the weak feel like they’re strong, he had proven time and time again. Even in his age, he wasn’t harmed much at all due to his connection to the Force, aside from a bruise or two that wouldn’t hinder his body. He panted heavily, feeling the watching stormtroopers in the hangar suspecting defeat for their new Sith Lord.
”And here I thought you’d be a challenge.” The cyborg pointed his weapons towards him. He made a note of him switching to a stun blaster, and he inwardly smiled. He had mastered a technique to channel and absorb stun weaponry. It only effectively withheld a handful of bolts, and he wouldn’t stand much of a chance if a hangar full of rebels fired on him with stun rounds, or ones designed bring down Hutts or Wookiees.

The cyborg pulled the trigger, the wide spanning bolt encompassing him. Shock encompassing the stormtroopers as well as they took aim towards the cyborg. Var didn’t pay heed to that however, concentrating on absorbing the energies. Slowly he stood, the cyborg verbally debating with himself like there were another person beside him on how such a thing were possible. Tarison gestured and his double-bladed lightsaber returned to his grasp, deflecting a stray blaster bolt fired in his direction. Var stood straight, a sadistic smile emerging from beneath his hood, of which he pulled over his forehead with an invisible hand.
“Oh I assure you.” Var spoke to answer the cyborg’s rebuke. “I have just begun.”

In the distance, while he slowly approached the cyborg. He felt the presence of Durron and Davad. Most curious.

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The Imperial hallways felt much longer when he was injured, even though he had begged for bacta or any kind of pain relief, the droids marched him down the hallway without a sign of acknowledgement. He came to the room he had left Coral, and as the door hissed open, Kris found what was left of her. It seemed the Empire wasn't going to hand her over in mint condition either, or the damaged condition she was in earlier; no, they had to make it worse. They were escaping this ship and her commander with their lives, but their pride, composure and their physical well-being had been shot to hell. Kris didn't try to hide his tears from her, because she was crying as well. By the looks of it, the droid had scratched her entire body, leaving slash marks across her chest with dark red liquid dripping from the wounds.

On the way to the hangar bay, they had connected with Tseneca who was covered in burn marks across her face. He hadn't noticed them while he was being tortured, but now, it was hard not to notice them. Kris lowered his head as they were walked through the corridors. He turned left when the droid nudged, and right when he was shoved. As the hangar doors opened, he watched in a slow dramatic fashion as the cyborg who tried to free them, fight off an older man cloaked in black wielding a red lightsaber.

The moment he had stepped foot on this vessel, it had been a nonstop chaotic nightmare. Nothing was like he was used to back home. Tseneca attention was focused on a non-Imperial ship docked in the bay. "That's your ship?" Kris said, he caught himself off in the surprise of the distaste in his tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He wasn't used of freighter travel, even if it did look like a decent ship.
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"Commander, we've got an incident. You know the cyborg we've been navigating towards the hangar? Well, the resident Sith has decided to take it upon himself to put him down, only, he's not really succeeding." One of the internal security officers reported just as Krauss entered the bridge. She took note of the incident, preferring not to respond right away. She had almost forgotten of their new allies, and Mr. Var's presence on the surface had helped put down a nasty little rebellion that could've altered their transgression to their next target: Bespin. His effective advance allowed them to end any resistance Bakura could procure, at least, without any assistance from the outside.

"Has the intelligence officer accepted?" Krauss inquired of one her interrogators. He was thin, in fact, she never saw him eat anything in their eleven years of serving together. He grew a longer mustache, almost pushing the very nature of the uniform code, but he was so talented in his profession, that she tolerated it.

"She has, Commander." He bowed slightly and disappeared off the bridge.

Krauss sat in her chair, "I want reports from the planet immediately. Hail the captains of the Mirage, the Raelstorm and the Imperial Glory. I want them reporting personally in my briefing room within three hours."

"Yes, commander. And what of the hangar deck confrontation, should we quell it?"

"No, evacuate our personnel. Have my droid pilot and the TIE fighters leave the hangar, then prepare to vent the entire section into space. We'll allow Mister Var his fun, while allowing our prisoners to board their selected escape vessel. Was it successfully tagged?"

"Yes on all counts, Commander."

Krauss smiled, and laughed at the play by play they received in the duel between Master Var and the pathetic cybernetic worm. She could tell the Sith was toying with his prey, she'd remember to praise him on his showmanship. She took a glance at Tseneca and through the security footage, though mute to her ears she said, "We'll meet again Fink. We'll meet again." Then released a hysterical cackle as Var advanced....
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The Droid had been charged to remove the bandages from her face and body before the guards came in to retrieve her. If anything, the machine was, as odd as it would seem, almost apologetic. It said nothing as the stormtroopers grasped her firmly by her upper arms and hauled her bodily from the medbay. It didn't help that she still couldn't see properly through the heavy disfigurement of her face, and swollon eyelids.

There were no repulsorlift gurnys, and there was no care taken. There was only the rough handling of the guards dragging her down the long corridors of the star destroyer.

"Where--" She gasped, trying to breathe let alone speak. But they shook her roughly, which drilled pain back into her damaged back. She grunted and took pains to shut up for once.

The march down the hall took what felt like hours. Somewhere in that time, as if in a single act play, they were joined by a similar guard dragging Coral and Kris along as well. Kris muttered something that Tseneca could barely make out, and Coral was silent as a stone. They were both just as poorly put together as she, if not worse.

They were less brought, as unceremoniously dumped onto the cold durasteel of the hanger foredeck. Tseneca slumped to the ground, continually unable to hold herself upright, and gasped as the deck found her body. She counted her blessings. It would be much much worse once the drugs wore off and she had to handle herself cold turkey. She tilted her head to the side, ignoring the pain and listened, struggling to make out sounds in the din of the hanger bay. And she felt. For once in a long while.

There was a lot going on. The sounds of a lightsaber not too far away, and the ting of blaster fire, the smell of ozone in the air, and...

She tilted her head, the small parts of what she could see revealing the massive outline of what was definitely not a clean cut imperial grade ship.

"Is that your ship?" Kris's voice carried over to her. He was leaning a little against her arm, also not quite able to get to his feel. She nodded a little, the motion ill suited for her, and winced.

Lucas. She took in a breath. Lucas was... here? and... Kyp. She felt a wave of relief as she reached out, calling to them. But something told her they already knew. And if they didn't, then...

"Lucas Pallanen-Davad... I believe I have some things that belong to you." Krauss's voice came loud over the ship's speaker. It was as if the woman was everywhere at once.

Don't dignify her with an answer... Tseneca tried to send him these thoughts, but the rash young man she had known for such a while was already perched to respond.

"Commander Selena Krauss. How good of you to invite us aboard. Let me assure you that if any of my party is beyond repair, the Kuati family wont simply stand by. In fact, taking my brother in particular as a hostage was a very foolhardy mistake on your part."

The Commander didn't cow at this. "Large words, little prince, large words." She slowed. "But, as you can see we are offering them up as a gesture of good faith. Now I suggest you take them and leave my ship. Immediately."

Suddenly, as if on cue, warning alarms began to sound in the hangar dock, and Tsneneca could feel the heavy booted feet of many officers and troopers slamming against the deck, in the opposite direction of the hangar entrance. She could hear the solid shutting of lockdown.

"Oh my god, she's evacuating the dock." Kris said, and Tseneca was relieved that at least one of them could see what was happening. Tried, very much in vain, to sit up at least, but she was like a wet rag, and collapsed back onto the deck. She knew what was happening. Krauss was going to open the hangar doors. They had to get into the ship. Now.

Suddenly, for the second time in a month, she felt strong arms pick her up and brace her. She took in the all too familiar musty smell and heavy pulse of the one who had grabbed her and felt a wash of relief. Sethe.

She leaned her head against the space between his neck and collar bone, trying not to cry out as the fabric of his jacket scorched his face, or the muscles of his arms jostled her hurriedly up the ramp of the Blight Leaper.

"What about Morgan?" She heard him yell out.

"Leave him. He can take care of himself." Someone shouted back. Jonas. It was Jonas.

Morgan? "No--" she hissed through her teeth suddenly alert. She struggled against Sethe even as he gripped her tighter.

"Mesh'la, we don't have time..."

She fought again and he almost dropped her, but propped her up instead on one of the inside alcoves. "Don't." She breathed. "We can't leave without him." She gripped his fingers, urgently. Morgan had tried to save them, had come back for them...

She waited as he calculated for a split second, then, "Droyk." He cussed and turned, jogging down the gangplank.

Like I said, I left this relatively open. Jawa, let me know it you have any problems. You can do with Sethe what you will, or not, and I'll play along. Alex, I assumed Lucas and someone else is tending to Coral and Kris. Thats open for you as well :)
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Kyp was stopped mid-stride by a firm grip on the cuff of his robe. Turning he found it to be Lucas. The two exchanged eye contact, Kyp's eyes clearly showing his distaste for the situation but also for Lucas touching him. "Let go of me," he said in a stern voice. "Tseneca is my friend too, I have not and never will bring her harm."

While he had been speaking Sethe had taken the initiative and moved towards the boarding to retrieve the slumped form of Tseneca from the hangar deck. Kyp was able to reach out again but this time he felt pain in Tseneca's form. What have they done to you? He almost didn't want to know.

The awkward silence of the ship turned to heavy breathing as Sethe, Tseneca, and Kris boarded the ship. Kyp could not hear much over the voices and clambering of deck plate beneath boots expect for her protest about leaving the one called Morgan.

Still standing at the bridge Kyp looked outside then to Lucas whose face had turned from defeat to determination. He wanted revenge where none could be had. Killing in anger would do him no good. The room had been filled with a heavy air. He knew what he must do.

"Not this time, young Davad." Kyp slipped off his robe and threw it over the top of one of the unoccupied seats. Grasping his blade firmly in his right hand Kyp then reached out and removed Tseneca's blade from Lucas' possession. It had once been his own and the crimson blade held many surprises that he had also copied into his new saber. "This is not yours, much like this fight."

With that the Jedi Master turned despite protest and walked out onto the cold durasteel hangar. With a snap-hiss of energy the two blades came to life as Kyp ran to enter the fight.


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Lucas lowered Kris into the medical bay, he sensed Master Durron leave the ship, no doubt to engage the Sith and assist Morgan. "What are you doing here?" Lucas breathed, not wasting any time in figuring out how he got himself into this mess.

"Can we talk about this later?" He breathed, slathering his wounds with a significant amount of bacta and wrestling with a pill jar of pain relievers. Coral appeared next and Lucas was about to introduce them, but it seemed that pleasantry was already exchanged.

"I think I'll kill her." Lucas stated, looking at the both of them while taking the facial damage of Tseneca into account. "I'll frakking kill her." Thinking of the ways the Commander responsible deserved to get it.

Kris looked up curiously, before returning to his work, handing the jar over to the female companion. Coral applied some under her left eye, before finding the mirror. She expelled a large amount of air in a disgusted outward gasp, "Gods!" She looked herself over several times, "You know, you can see yourself in the reflections on the panels and what not, but this is just....frakked up."

Lucas returned his attention to his brother, allowing Coral to gasp and shriek at new observations. "You okay?"

"I'll live. Nothing permanent." Lucas could tell the youth had been emotional, to say the least, but somehow he was holding it in. Restraining the raw form of pain, the feeling of being hurt on the inside and out, from showing. Maybe it was Coral, or maybe it was him. He had always been a bit harder on Kris.

"You know, this is going to take a whole team of doctors." Coral was pointing to what looked like her own personal hell of a mug shot. A year ago he had handled some of Coruscant's worst underground problems, before being dispatched on interplanetary missions. The types of life he'd encounter was always a bit more harsh than the typical Kuati bust back home, often jailing a man or woman that looked roughed up, about the same as what she looked now. Still, the Imperials had been cruel and held nothing back against her.

Lucas walked over to Kris and put his arms around his brother, at first, nothing. But then, the overwhelming amount of emotion finally broke. Kristopher was allowed to express everything he was keeping bottled up. Lucas held him for a while and when his back turned, it seemed Coral excused herself, though he half-remembered her saying she was going to check the progress on the bridge, before taking a very long shower. I guess now was a good time for the crew to find out that KDY had fixed the 3-minute shower policy.

Kris wiped the tears from his face and nodded in a somewhat formal completion of his fear, anxiety and pain. He picked up the bacta container and opened it up and began applying a thick solution to his legs. "I guess its nice having Tseneca around." He gestured to the jar, and Lucas laughed.

"Yeah, it kinda has it perks."

He ruffled his younger brother's hair before slipping out of the medical bay, explaining he better motivate Master Durron and the cyborg to get aboard before the Commander flushed them into space. As he almost made it to the ramp, someone pushed him against the wall and held him there. Lucas struggled, but then he was released. It was Rylii. "Damn it, Riles."

Rylii looked more upset than he had ever seen him. He was usually calm and collected. He spoke in their native tongue, probably because it was faster. "Listen Lucas, I have so much to tell you. And no time. I don't know what this is." He gestured to him and Lucas, "But I feel something, you have to know that."

"Rylii, I don't understand, what is going on?"

"Lucas.." He tried to find the words, "You've known me since we were kids, right? You know that I wouldn't hurt anybody. You know this right?

"Yeah, sure."

"Lucas, something happened to me. It was the night before the ceremony for the Amon'Ra, his sixtieth birthday. Do you remember that four years ago?"

"Yes."

"Someone brainwashed me, someone is playing around in my head, and I have no idea who it is. It's a girl, a woman now, I think.

"Rylii what's-" Rylii closed the gap between them and he was whispering now. His face was so close, Lucas felt his skin prickle at the whisking of the air by his breath.

"Lucas, it's Valexxia. She has this hold on me. She made me do something." And he stopped, he was shaking now. He returned to Basic, "I was the reason Tseneca was captured. I fought her, and gave her off to the True Empire. Valexxia, she was with me on Bespin. She got into my head, and I was the one who tried to kill her. But I didn't have any kind of control...." His next question came quickly, "Don't be angry, instead, try to sense it. Can you sense the truth? Can you sense it, Lucas?"

Lucas struggled with everything he was hearing, he was angry and felt betrayed. He stood up for Rylii when everyone was out for him. He believed in him, believed his family would restore the proper honor to his name. He reached out with the Force and pinned Kuat against the wall, with the Force so tightly spun between them, a flick of his fingers would kill the noble. Instead, he closed his eyes and reached out. He searched Kuat for the truth, attempting to sense any kind of lie.

"It's the truth, Lucas!"

Lucas couldn't find any faults in what he said. Rylii believed in everything he was telling, and if he wanted, he could pry the image of Valexxia out of his head. She metaled with Jonas, and now it seems she had Kuat as her play toy. Who was next? Lucas released him and allowed him to embrace him, though Lucas pushed him away after a bit. It was after Rylii pulled away that Lucas noticed he had been injected. He tried to reach out with the Force, but he felt the sudden surge of the tranquilizer, and the ability to bend the Force disappeared.

"Lucas, I have to go. I want to be here... but I can't. She'll kill me." Lucas watched him, as he cradled Lucas in his arms.

"Kuat?"

It was Kris.

Rylii turned around, you could hear the surprise in his voice. "Little Kristopher?" He adjusted his tune, "Here, take your brother, quickly. I have to warn the others."

Lucas felt the shift of his weight, the last glance of Rylii Kuat before he disappeared around the corner. Lucas used his last connection to the Force to sense Kuat leave the ship, before collapsing into the black.....

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The bridge of the Blight Leaper had never been so tense. With Tseneca slopping over one of the consoles allow Sethe to tend to her wounds and Alisson demanding they take off now, Jonas wasn't quite sure what to do. Master Durron and the cyborg who had disappeared after the attack seemed to be locked in a conflict, but they were losing precious time. Alisson walked over, "You will engage the engines, or I will take command of the ship and do it for you."

Sethe turned around, and a propped up Tseneca looked at her.

Jonas gulped, and pushed the ignition switch as she spun around. "You Kuaties can't handle a little heat, eh?" Jonas hovered the craft, circling about, providing a significant amount of time to allow Master Durron and the cyborg to jump on board, before he retracted the ramp. But it was too close to call, he wasn't sure if they made it or not, before they left the hangar of the Star Destroyer.

Coral appeared on the bridge next, it seemed everyone was stopping in to add their two bits or new information that would make the situation worse. "Lucas is knocked out pretty bad, we should stop at the nearest NR base."

"Which is?" Jonas said, adjusting their trajectory to avoid the majority of the blockade. It was awesome, in a terrible way, to see such a military presence. He had never seen anything like it.

"Bespin. We go to Bespin."

Alisson nodded to Coral's suggestion, "We need the medical facilities, then we will make the jump to Kuat."

"Yes, ma'am." Jonas said sarcastically, before tugging on the hyperdrive stick.


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”You gotta’ be kidding me.” Morgan said as the force wielder approached him, the first stun shot not taking the man down as expected.
”Again!” ZIM insisted, not that Morgan needed the encouragement.

Morgan raised the blaster and pulled the trigger again, certain that even if he had taken one stun shot, he couldn’t possibly take multiple. As the man continued to advance on Morgan’s position, however, that certainty was shaken as the blasts continued to have no apparent effect.

”Not possible!” Morgan said as he began backing up, trying to keep some measure of distance between himself and his opponent.
”Then explain why he keeps coming.”

The attempt to buy himself more time clearly did not amuse the cloaked one, who leapt over Morgan’s head and landed behind him, trying to slice the cyborg in half from above has he landed.

Seeing what was coming, Morgan put away his rifle as his opponent jumped over him. He then popped out a grenade, and left it to lie at the dark one’s feet as he rolled out of the way of the attack, armed and ready to blow.

To Morgan’s disappointment, the dark jedi leapt away from the explosion, rather than throwing it away as he had hoped. Raising his rifle, Morgan resumed shooting at him again, this time with regular old blaster bolts. Rather than aiming straight at him, however, Morgan tried to shoot for the legs and arms, hoping that he could throw the older man’s aim off rather than giving him a perfect means to deflect the shots right back at a him.

It was to no avail, as the shots were blocked all the same, with one even hitting the Rifle Morgan was carrying. Morgan dropped it out of his hands in reaction, only to find himself flying across the hangar bay before he could make his next move.

”YeeeAAAAAggghhh!” He found himself yelling, and then quickly realized he was moving freely. Morgan planned to use his lifts to take to regain control as started to come right-side-up, but slammed into the side of the shuttle before he got the opportunity. With a thud, fell on his back to the deck of the ship.

Though he quickly came to, he couldn’t help but notice that the dark jedi was practically on top of him flying through the air to land on top of him, saber aimed down to stab him through the chest when he did so. Morgan knew there was no way he could get out of the way in time, and steeled himself for imminent pain that would come when it happened. No doubt, death would follow soon after.

Neither of those things took place, however. The dark jedi certainly landed, but the saber failed to reach him. Instead, a pair of sabers wielded by another jedi were held mere centimeters from Morgan’s body, blocking the killing blow.

(You’re up, Kyp. Figured that your follow up post could cover the part where Kyp and Morgan get away from Var and get aboard the Leaper, possibly even covering where the ship gets to hyperspace to deal with the fact that the ship has technically already left. Let me know if that doesn’t work for you.)

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It had been a few moments after the Leaper had left with an escort of TIEs that the Fury was powered and tracking the ship’s movements. It was heading to one of the Imperial Star Destroyers in orbit, one in the center of their formation. They waited a few moments later, and the Leaper was gone. Denora’s ship had it’s tricks in it’s conduits, tracking the Leaper to the nearest New Republic Outpost in the area. Bespin.

Nico was powering her own ship, likely to pursue the others while one of the newest arrivals joined her. H6 was approaching Sara in the cockpit with Jase while the Twi’lek, Zabrak and Dryas quickly packed what supplies were left at the makeshift encampment. Jase gave the droid a concerned glance.
“He’s my droid.” She looked at the droid’s worn, rustic-red chassis. “Six. Add the current ship compliment to your Friend Or Foe processors. Friend category if you’d please.”

Statement: Done, Sara.” H6 gave a glance to Jase. “Master Denora. By your permission, may I operate the dorsal turret for if and when we depart?”

Jase waved it off, concentrating on the sensors instead. Something must not be right, Sara could feel it. Why would they let the crew escape? Unless…

Sara peered over to the sensors at the right instant. An ISD disappeared from the screen, many more winking out in a similar, but opposite direction from the Leaper. They had something planned, but they weren’t going to find out what unless they bypassed the remaining three Star Destroyers.

Though she hated the thought, she pulled out her comlink and contacted Nico. “Nico, if I know you like I do you’re following the Blight Leaper. Permission to come aboard?”

No need.” Jase spoke up. “Sahana, Dryas, Netiri, finish up we are leaving.

Sara nodded to the Jedi and re-contacted Nico. “Cancel that. We’ll see you in orbit.”

“Copy.” Nico replied plainly.

Sara glanced back at Denora, “I’ll take the ventral turret, unless one of your Jedi hasn’t claimed it already.”

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