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 Post Posted: Wed, June 29th 2011 02:21pm    Post subject: Bestal III, Varada Sector
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BESTAL III

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BESTAL III, Moon of Bestal Secundus, Bestal System, Varada Sector (Grid I-19, 50.239.-2)

The third of the four moons of Bestal Secundus (#ref 4489302-138849-139). A jungle moon long discovered but unexploited and uncolonized due to it's remote location, relatively harsh vegetation and terrain, and lack of viable resources.

Terrain:
The geology type is standard, several continents and oceans, with several mountain and hill ranges spreading across the continents. Semievergreen Seasonal jungles cover most of the planet, changing to Monsoon Forest near the coasts, equators and riverine systems. Small polar caps.

Population:
There are no sentient species, nor notable fauna or flora. Fax Ventures maintains the only habitations onplanet, mining and harvesting camps housing contract workers.

Economic:
Fax Ventures currently owns the commercial rights to the only galactically marketable product of the moon, medicinal seeds from the Vortal Tree. Vortal Trees and their camps are found along the equator. Bestal III contains refining and loading for ore mined from the nearby Kadal Asteroid Field.

Technology: Non-existent.

Culture: Non-existent.

Politics: Fax Ventures and it's workers espouse no ideology nor allegiance.

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Outside the system orbit of BESTAL SECUNDUS, Kadal Asteroid Field

Like a falling star, Slen'das Pathfinder scout ship dropped from the sky and into the lower atmosphere. Sonic booms rippled like thunder across the clear sky. As the shooting star neared the planet's surface, it began to level out it's dive.

They had decided to switch ships for the final run. They had tracked Golak Orn's ship from system to system as they made their way deeper into the Outer Rim. The Bestal System was past the Lipsec Run, deep in the Varada Sector. In short, the Bestal System was nearly on the edge of the galaxy. After pulling an infodump from the Archives, and completing a sensor focus of the planet, they noted the presence of technology far away from the mining and harvesting camps located around the equator.

Slowing now, the Pathfinder hugged the terrain, sweeping over ranges and nosing among the tallest of the trees of the forest. In a clearing among the layers of forestation, the Pathfinder set down and settled it's skids among the moss and ground vegetation. Amid venting gases and ticking noises as the ship cooled, the scout ship's portal blossomed open, and a landing ramp extended to the forest floor.

Cragus and Slen'da descended warily, listening past the ship's cooling and into the nighttime noises. Slen'da paused a moment, taking a deep breathe of the moon's air. Floral, with the heavy scent of woods and other vegetation. A natural setting, and one of true beauty. Looking up in the blue-hued nightime sky, he looked at the magnificent view of Bestal Secundus, and the other three moons of the gas giant.



Taking one last look around him, he returned to the ship, guided out a pair of speeder bikes. Only kilometres away was Aach Een, the man who had irrevocably changed Slen'da life. The layers of guards, droids and defence Aach Een and his master, Orn, had insulated themselves within would only delay the inevitable.

Kickstarting the speeder bikes, Cragus and Slen'da speed off into the dark, the whine of the repulsor coils fading away in the distance.
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 Post Posted: Wed, June 29th 2011 07:20pm    Post subject:
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BESTAL III: Outskirts of Palace-Musuem

A leaving their speederbikes in the valley below, they crept up to the crest of the slight rise and halted. Following Cragus 12's lead, the Bothan took out macro-binoculars and dug his elbows into the red dirt of the planet. Carefully shading the 'binoc's lenses against glare, the pair panned their 'binocs.

The valley was brightly lit in the morning sun, violet-white clouds overhead, and blue-white Bestal Secundus still dominating the horizon. It's skyline framed by the gas giant, a large complex lay nestled into the far side of the broad valley.

The largest set of buildings within the walls drew their attention first. A perimeter of circular transparent biospheres, alternated with rectangular walled warehouses surrounded the hub, which appeared to be a massive squat tower. Covered corridors stretched between each the biospheres and warehouses to form a circle, while a another set corridors stretched spokelike from the central tower to each outbuilding. The tower itself was clearly of sterner construction, sporting military grade walls, sensor arrays, and even a pair of quad laser batteries on the roof. Repeating blasters were set up on blisters at the corners of the building, covering all approaches to the complex. Between the main complex and the stout grey walls were open killing fields. Between the tower and the watchers was the landing field, the blackened stones holding several parked ships. Once was Muurian Transport they had tracked from Llanic and the Guildship; a couple of others were military-grade shuttles and transports, and a pair of Gauntlet snubfighters, each with Fax Ventures badges on their wings.

On the far side of the squat tower however, was a mansion that seemed more suited to a Coreward residence than the wilds of the Outer Rim. Of modern design and constructed of brighter materials, it stood out even at this distance. The mansion was located on the far wall of the complex, and beside it Slen'da noted the gatehouse which seemed to be the only ground-level portal to the entire fortress.

Dotted around the perimeter walls, the open fields, and on the tower itself were silhouettes of guards. Slen'da panned his electro-binoculars over the complex several times, trying to gauge their strength. Undoubtedly dozens, it appeared; Orn must value his privacy as much as he does his collection. Slen'da zoomed in on a pair along the walls for a closer look. A pair of Gamorreans sprang into focus; heavy-set, carrying various cudgels, axes, spears and knives. One or two of them had blaster rifles with the trigger guards cut off, presumably to allow their fingers to fire the rifles. Mentally, Slen'da sighed to himself.

"Just Gamorreans; nothing either of us can't handle." Slen'da said contempuously. Cragus gave a grunt. "Look at the tower guards." Slen'da did so, and recieved a surprise.

"Wookies! And what are around the Wookies.. are those stormtroopers guarding Wookies?" Slen'da asked, indicated several humanoids, each wearing pieces of stormtrooper armor. Cragus gave a negative.

"No, but they are probably ex-Imperial.. and the Wookies are all carrying bowcasters. There's only one outfit that I know that combines renegade wookies with ex-stormtroopers, and the badges on those shuttles and transports confirms it. That's the Aurodium Sword. They're a big, tough, well-armed, well-trained security outfit, and have decades of experience protecting and guarding VIPs."

"I've never heard of them."

"I doubt you would, they specialize in escort and security contracts, not burning and looting around the Galaxy. They're also part of the the Brotherhood of Mortalis, a loose network of thousands of individual soldiers-for-hire and mercenaries, as well as dozens of major mercenary outfits." Cragus paused another moment, the gave a sigh of defeat. "With the Aurodium Sword here, this job just got a lot harder. We need to pull back and get help, some more firepower."

Slowly, Slen'da turned a stone face toward the bounty hunter. Cragus continued, knowing he needed to convince Slen'da, to avoid both of them getting killed in some foolhardy Jedi stunt.

"Slen'da, there is nothing that I would like more than to be able to get down there and take out Aach Een and Golak Ooyl. The Gamorreans have great hunter's senses, but are relatively easier to infiltrate. But the Sword are a different level. I have experience against the them, and I didn't succeed. This isn't fighting conscripts or criminals; this is a hardened organization that takes it's job extremely seriously. The Sword uses the latest sensor and military equipment and employs only veterans."

"We could try to snatch the both of them by stealth, but we don't have the plans to the complex, nor are we likely to get them. There are two separate mercenary companies down there, dozens of them. In addition, we don't have the right equipment to infiltrate past the Sword's active and passive sensors, or even blow holes through that fortress wall. On top of that, the moment the shooting starts, Oolak Garn and Aach Een will most likely bolt to their escape ships, and we'll lose surprise, and most likely our prey. THINK. We can leave quietly now, and bring back the supplies and backup firepower to deal with the guards and any surprises. Or go down their raise an alarm, and go down fighting."

"As much as I hate -hate- to say it, we need more than just ourselves here." Corask Slen'da stared at Cragus's mask, his features stonelike, his facial fur flat. In Cragus's tone, Slen'da recognized the truth. But his emotions was too strong, and momentarily, were turned toward Cragus 12. His eyes were eerie, and the gold flecks in the purple eyes seemed to glow.

"Are you afraid of these mercenaries, Cragus? I can sense your fear." Cragus fought a flare of anger and resentment at the intrusion.

"We all live with some fear, Slen'da. But do not mistake my concern for your actions with cowardice." Slen'da continued to stare hard at Cragus 12, and reached a decision.

"I will yield to your experience with these matters. But if these monsters slip away while we gather your "force", I will consider you part of the problem instead of part of the solution. Is that understood?" A flat undertone gave Cragus pause, and he raised an eyebrow underneath the his visor. Clearly, Slen'da was holding on to his emotions by the edge of his teeth. Cragus nodded, wary.

"I understand. Let's get back to the ship, make orbit, and get in communication with the Baron. I think we can do this with a small team, but I need to make some contacts, and we some backing from Calrissian to hire them."
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Hyperspace, enroute to the BESTAL System

They had agreed to exit lightspeed early to avoid setting off sensors deeper in the system. Using the asteroid fields as cover, the Claw infiltrated the system. Cragus 12 refused to let anyone else pilot his ship, so he and his personal droid GX-88 took turns in the cockpit. It was slow going, and marked by tension during the long flight in.

* * * * *

They were sitting in the small lounge in The Claw. Cragus 12 had come down from his turn in the cockpit; the droid GX-89 was currently at the controls.

Slen'da was a quiet person by nature, and they easily ignored him as they caught on their each other's exploits, talked of other bounty hunters, contracts, and the ever-present simmering conflicts along the Outer Rim. Talk ranged from Boba Fett's new female partner, the recent Guild Auction, to the renewal of the Sepan Civil War.

Slen'da, in spite the negativity displayed toward him by Tark and the coolness shown by Mist, was fascinated by the attitudes newcomers to the ship. Each revealed their background in their mannerisms, values and personailities.

Mile Tark was obviously hostile to the New Republic, and to the Jedi in particular. Not surprising, since his legendary father had adamantly believed in the New Order. Moxin Tark had killed hundreds of Rebel and New Republic personel in his day, and reputedly a few Jedi as well. For someone raised in obscurity on an Outer Rim agriworld, he held very strong Core attitudes, exhibiting some of the same attitudes and views as someone out of the COMPNOR schools. Naturally, he supported Palpatine's "New Order" Empire, and disparaged both the Galactic Union and the New Republic. Somehow, he also mimicked Imperial attitudes in his hands; cold, brutal, arrogant. So was his reputation; he preferred death marks, and killed all those in his path to the target. His skill with blasters and weapons for infighting were becoming a legend of their own, although always in his father's shadow.

Stavrin Hevix, on the other hand, was quite open and genial. Despite his reputation as a master of entrapment and the ambush, he did not seem as cold and calculating as such a reputation would suggest. If not for the wrinkles around the eyes and a sometimes inward stare, his chosen profession seemed not to affect him much. Perhaps if and when Slen'da saw him in action, he would be different.

Mist was different from both. Rumours had it she was the legendary armour-clad and helmed enforcer for Moff Sarne's old Kathol Sector Empire, and then turned on him and killed Sarne over some unknown greviance. She took off her helment and disappeared into the Outer Rim, building up her resume with an impressive history of captures and deaths. Her speech was always businesslike, cool, to the point. When she gestured or moved, it was with a fluid grace that suggested more than just combat training; a dancer perhaps. Her face too, was an unknown story. Scars tracked and networked across her face, and her wavy blonde hair now had more white in it than yellow. Only her eyes remained untouched, a bitter vitality beneath the patchwork of age and hurt.

The conversation waxed and waned, but Tark was restless, suspiciously eyeing the Bothan for most of the evening. Finally, Tark decided in his own way to take the bull by the horns.

Turning to Cragus, and pointedly ignoring Slen'da, he said, "So, what is this Republic religious freak doing here, anyway?"
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Inbound Vector, The Claw, BESTAL System

A tense pause filled the room, as the occupants recovered from this unexpected turn. Hevix spoke first.

"That Jedi is the best thing going for us on his mission. I've seen Jedi in action, and while I can't explain their powers or their religion, if he's on our side", gesturing with his hand at the Bothan, "this mission will be a cakewalk."

Tark scoffed. "I don't care what Republic propaganda has been spewing about the Jedi, Emperor Palpatine was right to destroy their kind. They spread weakness, lies, and division wherever they tread."

"Now that's Imperial propaganda!" Hevix replied, heatedly. "Palpatine feared them as a threat to his vaunted "New order". His Order killed not only tens of thousands of jedi, but billions of people who opposed his tyranny."

"Tyranny? This galaxy needed order! It always has! The Emperor was the best thing in taking command and controlling the Galaxy. He was the Chancellor of a decrepit Republic, he saw what was needed to preserve our liberty and galactic peace. We all know that the Republic was corrupted by the Jedi, and even it's biggest threat, the droid armies of the Confederacy.. who do we blame for starting what we call the Clone Wars? A Jedi by name of Dooku. It was their attempt to openly take control of the Galaxy. When they saw that their armies were failing, the rest of the Jedi turned on the Chancellor and the Senate. Palpatine was forced to turn the Republic into the Empire, to prevent wider conflict."

Now it was Hevix's turn to scoff. "The histories I was taught spoke of Dooku turning to the Sith religion, the same that Palpatine was."

Cragus 12 broke in. "So they say, these days. But what are Sith and Jedi but two sides of the same credit chip? I saw many of Palpatine's Sith-cultists myself. They weren't any better than any Jedi I've met, and sometimes a lot worse."

"Well, I've heard those rumours of that," Tark admitted, "but overall, the Emperor they served preserved our way of life, and maintained galactic peace and order by mercilessly hunting down the Jedi and all the poison they stood for. Besides, they I couldn't blame the Sith for revenge. The Jedi themselves spread lies and hunted the Sith for thousands of years, after all. You had to take any measures necessary to exterminate vermin. The Emperor and his officers represented order and justice, and used it well."

"Oh, the Empire used, disposed and betrayed their agents all the time, and expended even their most loyal." a new voice broke in, softly. Mist had taken a side in the argument, most likely her own.

Tark said dismissively, "Sacrifices and purges in a time of trouble. Many people sucked up to the Empire and the Emperor not for any true belief in the values of COMPNOR, but simply to gain power under the current system. Such cynics and sycophants should have been and could have been purged by any means necessary."

Mist's eyes blazed and then hardened into a killing-stare. "You youngling know not of what you'd speak. If not for the respect I hold for your father, Mile, i would flog you here and now. You know not what you speak; and were only in swaddling clothes when Palpatine fell, and his Force-wielding Sith minions fought not only the Rebellion, but each other to replace him. They destroyed billions of people in their petty quests for power. Such is your Imperial Remnant."

Tark "I can agree with that.. more religious freaks, this type of the Sith variety. Without Palpatine's strong hand to keep them in line, they probably turned back into Jedi and turned on one another."

Cragus 12 responded evenly. "Well, whatever you all think," emphasizing the word all, "this Bothan is here on the request of our employer. He's part of the contract; so see that we accomplished our tasks. So whether you like it or not, Mile, he's coming with us, and he's going in with us."

Tark sulked, undefeated. "Fine. A contract is a contract. But keep him away from me; if he needs help, he won't get it from me. But if you turn on us, Jeedai, my father taught me ways of defeating you, and I will kill you myself."

Slen'da, although the point of interest in the conversation, spoke not a word. His soul was filled with anger and did not trust himself to speak. Nor did he do so now.

Not taking his eyes from Tark's visored stare, Slen'da nodded.
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Valley of Oolak Goyl 's Palace-Museum, BESTAL III

In the long night of the third moon of the gas giant Bestal Secundus, the hunting party crept, crawled and slithered through the perimeter sensors and alarms.

Two Gamorreans huffed and snorted on their long patrol circuit. There had been no action here since Golak hired them. Despite their employer's feelings of insecurity, the Gamorreans often enjoyed the countryside, hunting and trapping through it on their off-days.

Suddenly, one stiffed, his porcine nose raised in the air. The other one was instantly alert. Turning their snorting and grunting noses this way and that, they sought the source of the new odour. Silently, from behind them, two armoured shadows rose up and reaching for their mouths, drove long daggers into the backs of the Gamorreans. With squeals muffled, they fell to the ground twitching and shuddering.

"I had forgotten about their sense of smell." One of the armoured shapes said.

"Let's move," said the other "and hopefully they didn't raise an alarm. Three other shapes joined the first two, and together, they they watched the scene below

Ahead of them, the white-walls and unlit windows of the layout made the mansion seem deserted, or empty. Stretching out on either side, massive grey-shadowed walls swept out and far around; in the middle and the far off distances stood the dark mass of the storage complex and the brightly-lit landing field, respectively.

The palace was silent; no alarm blared nor siren wailed. No lights. In fact, everythign was as it was a few moments ago except for two cooling husks of Gamorreans, bloodpool gathering behind their wounds.

Satisfied, one of them made a hand motion, and the hunting party continued to creep down the slight hillside.

* * * * * * * * *


Palace of Ooyl Golak

They crept through the portal, all in shadow and darkness. The hallways were dimly lit; with no sign or guard or servant. Scattered through the main hallway were busts, sculptures and other pieces of artwork. Slen'da darted glances around as followed Mist step-for-step. Many of them were unfamiliar, however some where famous pieces, missing for years or decades. The figure in front, Cragus 12, made a hand-motion, and the rest froze.

"We have to go through the main audience chamber to reach the living quarters." He whispered. He received four nods in confirmation.

"I've set a few explosives to cover our retreat." Hevix whispered back. After a moment's hesitation, they approached a massive doorway, and the moved into a darker, more spacious room. Though they could not see the far walls in the dark, they could tell it was a large room with a high domed ceiling.

Single-file, they moved on.

Without any warning whatsoever, the lights were turned on, brilliant against eyes accustomed to pitch blackness. As his eyesight recovered, Slen'da looked about to see the far three walls of the lined with Gammoreans, Wookies, Humans, and a host of other species, all equipped with weaponry and armour from a hundred worlds.

Cragus said something unprintable.

In the center of the back wall, an obese Twi'lek and a slim, athletic Iridonian stood, flanked by both Wookies and Humans clad in pieces of Imperial stormtrooper armour. The Twi'lek smiled obscenely, and spoke.

<We tracked you scum the moment you destroyed the Gamorreans.> the Twi'lek gloated. <We allowed you this far, to answer for your transgression.>

<Who sent you, thieves?>

Cragus straightened to speak, but before he could, Slen'da snapped.

"You call us thieves?" The gold flecks glowed in his eyes, his facial fur thrashing as he spat the words. "You, the murderers of hundreds? The treasure-thieves of a hundred worlds! We're here to collect one thing, you and Aach Een, dead or alive!"

But the Twi'lek was unfazed. "Nay, you have come to steal what is rightfully mine."

At that, dozens of guards levelled their weapons. Before anyone could shoot however, enormous explosions erupted from the front hallway, behind the bounty hunters. Hevix had ignited his explosives, and in the concussion and the flying debris. Bounty Hunter and Mercenary alike scattered in the debris. Blaster bolts flew everywhere as Goyl and Een slipped out through the doorway behind them.

Mist rose on her rocket jets, firing wrist-mounted missles down into the mercenaries surrounding them. Two, then three rose from the mercenaries crowd, and Mist disappearing in the high-arching halls of the
-blowing a hole in the roof, she darted through, her three pursuers darting after her, firing.

"Come on!" Slen'da snarled, carelessly deflected blaster bolts with his lightsaber. We can't lose them"
He darted after them, slicing down two mercenaries that got in his way.

Cragus 12 charged after him, firing from his wrist-laser to cover their exit.

Behind him, standing like a rock amidst the blaster-fire, Mile Tark stood like a rock with pair of vibroswords strapped to his back, holding a heavy repeating blaster in a two-handed grip, sweeping the chamber with broad volleys. Hevix crouched close to him, using his dual blasters to good effect, holstering one occasionally to throw an explosive.

One of those explosives brought down the doorway into which Cragus and Slen'da had moved through, breaking the team into three.
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*a little rough, but I'm finally back on the wagon.

Palace of Ooyl Golak

Blasterfire flashed and zinged off the walls by Slen'da's head, and Cragus twisted his torso to return fire, using his left arm to steady the bionically-attached repeating blaster on his right. Corask, leading peeked around the next corner, then pulled his head back and held his lightsaber in the guard position.

Two massive Wookies rounded the corner, their wickedly long and sharp claws already reaching back to deal the two killing strikes. Slen'da slashed the first across the chest, then swung back to amputate a limb off the second. A third swipe toppled both Wookies to the floor. Weakly mewling and smelling of burnt ozone and dank hair.

A new burst of fire sent Slen'da bounding back to the corner for cover. As Slen'da recovering, Cragus leapfrogging him and took a look around the corner. A squad of Aurodium Sword mercenaries were using toppled display cases for cover. Cragus dug into his utility belt and withdrew a plasma grenade. Throwing it overhanded, he lobbed it into the defenders. With a glaring yellow flare, the plasma grenade lifted one mercenary over the impromptu barricade and dropping him on the other side. When the Jedi and the bounty hunter leapt over the barricade, there was much scoring and charred remnants, but otherwise no sign of the defenders. A few blaster bolts came from behind them, but as yet, their pursuers had not yet caught up to them.

There were also, as yet, no sign of the other bounty hunters. Hevix, Tark and Mist had gone their separate ways, and although booming explosions and blasterfire sounded distantly from other parts of the complex, Slen'da and Cragus had not yet heard from them. For the last few minutes, Cragus and Slen'da had moved swiftly, attempting to outrace their pursuers. The Aurodium Sword mercenaries knew their business well, and kept attempting to move squads to delay their progress, while the main pursuit caught up to the duo.

Suddenly, a rippling set of booms came in from overhead. An answering set of booms came from one direction - the guns of the air defence tower tracked and spat energy back at the Claw.

"That'd be GX-88 dropping the Connor nets on the landing field." Cragus 12 grimaced. "It better have gotten all of them. The sound of the freighter's passage died down within a few moments, and the guns fell silent shortly after. The blasterfire from their pursuers picked up as more caught up to the main body.

"We'd best get moving before Een use their secondary bolt-holes." They picked themselves up, and moved toward a large portal. With Cragus firing back at their as yet distant pursuers, Slen'da ignited his lightsaber and drove it through the locking mechanism. They doors shot back into their berths, and Cragus and Slen'da darted through.

And stopped. The world and the sounds of the firefight faded away before the sights that greeted them. They had entered one of the large geodesic domes they had noted on the map, but the interior was crowded, literally jammed vegetation and plant life, from grasses to towering plants and trees.

All the shades of green, yellow, blue and red were planted around them, or hung in tiers around them. The panes of geodesic dome filtered the Bestal for far different growing conditions. Small stonepaths wound through massive trunks, well tended gardens and small pools and streams. Birds and small wildlife chittered, sang or squawked in the trees and within the foliage. All was peaceful and calm.

Despite the master of the palace's evil designs, this place was alive in the Force.

Cragus 12 broke the spell. "It's like a bloody jungle in here."

Slen'da snapped back into the moment, back into the smell of ozone and smoke that had wafted in behind them, and the sounds of blasterfire and explosives rose back up into a crescendo.
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