Fandom Star Wars: Resistance. Episode 1: First Strike.

[Master Attano]

Star Wars: Resistance.


Episode 1: First Strike.
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It is a time of darkness. Darkness and despair for the citizens of the Republic and the galaxy.

For with the fall of the Jedi came the rise of an Empire that has dominated the galaxy. It’s might strong and unyielding. Enforced through cruel and vicious action, supressing discontent and destroying peoples’ lives who chose to resist them without mercy.

Discontent has festered long enough however and whispers of defiance are beginning to spread. A spark all that’s needed to light the flames of rebellion. It is in this climate that you, an anti-imperial of some nature, have received a mysterious letter, inviting you to a meeting on the Hutt dominated world of Nar Shaddaa. A planet riddled with scum and villainy of every nature. In this letter it was promised that decisive action would be struck against the Empire, and that you all possessed skills that would mean the success or failure of the mission.

Trap or not, you have decided to investigate this letter to its source. A bar in the lower levels of the central city being the meeting place.

Good luck, and may the Force be with you. The Empire has eyes and ears everywhere.​

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[Jason Carlile]

Sorin arrived on Nar Shaddaa. He was in casual clothing with a backpack slung over his shoulder. Normally he would've taken his own ship to his own hideout. But he had a feeling about this letter. It said meet in a bar on the bad part of town in this sector of the city. "What bad part? That's the whole planet for you." he chuckled and his blaster pistol on his belt with his many gadgets and tools. Sorin was sitting on a passenger ship which just touched down. People were overlapping in conversation. Some in hopes of becoming a bounty hunter. Others drug dealers, some to just get away from the Imperials. Everyone here had their reason. Including Sorin.


When the ramp opened everyone including Sorin walked out. The best type of disguise is among numbers. Granted no one should know he was a former Jedi. The way he dressed should help. His lightsaber was in his pack. But he hasn't used it in forever. After getting off the platform and into the city he felt the city. It's a beast.


After sometime looking at illegal weapons and consulting his contacts about his shipments of stuff and making a few calls, he decided to be on his way to the bar. Hands in his pocket he made his way. People asking for bounties or selling him drugs or weapons he pushed them all away. He made his way into the bar and picked a booth and sat. And asked for a drink for a human and waited. He had his blaster in his hand and leaned back. The force felt different in this area. But He shook it off and waited for someone to ask for him.


It was strange. One day a physical letter was taped to his window. He grabbed and read also with a datapad with directions. Normally Sorin would've throw it out. But a physical letter surprised him. So he packed some gear and left for the space port. He didn't trust it but he'd be a fool to let it go unnoticed. At least here what they have to say. They may be assassins but then again it may be something crazy.


Sorin got his drink and slowly sipped. Waiting on whoever or whatever called him here. This cesspool and planet of desperation.

 

[Natevess]

After saying goodbye to the crew of a large freighter, Dedan quietly walks down the ramp of the ship, and onto the cold steel platform of Nar Shaddaa, a white cloak fluttering behind him in the wind , occasionally revealing the legs and lower chest plate of a set of red and black Republic Era Clone Armor. After walking through a series of metal platforms Dedan looks up in front of him at a large building, what appears to be a pub. He then taps on a button on the side of his helmet, the input registering through the cloak. Dedan's visor then lights up a shade of bright blue, a map being displayed on the inside of the helmet, a small portion or it circled in red.


"So, this is the place.... Better be damn good for me to have to abandon my crew like this.." Dedan mutters to himself as he enter the building, immediately sensing an odd presence. He feels slightly surprised that he hasn't even received a second glance for the sniper rifle shouldered on his back, or the vibrosword sheathed at his hip, then realizing that most of the other patrons weren't any different. While he walked to his seat, he turned his head and locked glances with an odd man (Sorin) at one of the booths, seemingly recognizing him. He then played it off as his imagination acting up, and found his seat, waiting for whoever the letter was from.

 

[Mireille]

Argenta arrived on Nar Shaddaa not the most pleasant of places to be, she had sneaked aboard the freighter, after receiving a letter of unknown origins. It had contained a request, to meet at the bar of the lowest sector of this befallen world. Taking care to not be spotted getting off the ship, she managed to slid on her mask, and began walking down the street. Not much could be done about the smell, or the mysterious brown puddles on the ground around her. Making her way into an alley, she put her twin pistols on her side, and her sniper upon her back. The odds of this being a trap were moderate. She knew that much, but as a bounty hunter she had been led into many traps before, it wouldn't come as a surprise to her.


Making her way carefully around the city, taking the back alleys to make sure as to not get into any confrontation before necessary. Using the directions given as a guide, but not without almost getting into conflict, she could see people robbing each other, and even a fire fight almost breaking out. This world, or at least this city was in poor shape. Then, again she had only arrived in what seemed the underworld part. Possibly, the other parts of the city could be better. Not wanting to risk staying out much, longer she hurried to the bar. Then, slowly began down the steps into the main area noticing a man sitting in the booth, but not making eye contact. Argenta settled into a dark corner of the bar, and leaned against it. Awaiting whomever, or whatever called upon her. At the very least with her back against the wall, nobody could sneak up on her.

 

[Allcure]

Mai sat begrudgingly in the co-pilot's seat, a pout painted clearly across her face. Every now and then she would lean forward to flick a switch or make adjustments to the controls to ensure their steady descent as they drew nearer and nearer to Nar Shaddaa. She had been working on the ship around a month before Coren received the anonymous letter. Of course she had snuck a read of it and the lure of adventure, of exploration, just the pure mystery of it was enough to keep her awake at nights! She was ecstatic when Coren decided to at least check it out. Though less so when he told her he would be going alone. Though she understood how dangerous the planet was, growing up on tales of the crimes that were committed there and the scum that committed them, they only made her all the more eager to investigate the surface herself. She wasn't one to be scared easy.


As they came in to land she flicked a button on her gauntlet, summoning the blue tinged projection of Freya in her palm. "Freya I know it's unlikely but check for any landing procedures for the planet or any officials we can register to." She said simply


"Sure thing" The AI spoke softly, disappearing from her palm to complete her task. Satisfied that they weren't going to get into too much trouble for the unauthorised landing she turned to Coren deciding to try one last time. "Look I know you think it's too dangerous... But I'm telling you now that I'll be fine. I'm sure there won't be anything that you can't handle." She chirped, hoping the not so subtly flattery would swing his opinion in her favour.

 

[Uncultured]

"No way kid, count your blessings that you won't be in a gunfight and if I die you get the ship so you got something to look forward to" said Coren dryly, hoping to end the conversation before it became an argument.


She was young and didn't know a lot about the hive city they were pulling into, this place was a haven of crime and amoral behavior and even without the chance of ambush, Coren didn't want the girl to go planetside. On the chance that it was an ambush, she would be up shit creek with no paddle, she had no real training, and no experience with combat. He didn't want to be responsible for her death and that was a very real possibility if she decided to go to the meet.


One thing could be said for the girl, she had guts if she wanted to go down there, and she was a valuable part of the crew. Not only was she apt with mechanics and flight, she was the only other person on the vessel and Coren had grown far too used to the company of droids. Not only did he want her safe to maintain a clear conscience, he wanted her to be safe because he actually cared, something that he rarely did.

 

[Allcure]

"So leave Freya in charge of the ship! She's more than capable of flying this thing and you know it." She spoke, still grumpy. "Besides even if it is an ambush there are so many people on this filthy rock I'll blend right in. Look this is one of the first times I've actually been off world and I'm not going to sit in this tin can while there's an entirely alien planet to explore. I promise if it is a trap I'll find somewhere safe to hide until it dies down... Please?" She half begged, turning to face him and bringing her hands together.


She understood what Coren was trying to say but her lust for the new and strange was unstoppable. She had to see the planet, it wasn't a question. She simply preferred to do it from behind Coren. As ambitious as she was she wasn't an idiot and had heard plenty of stories of how dangerous the planet could be. Before she could say anything else a blue light flashed on her gauntlet and she turned her palm upwards as Freya appeared once more. "I couldn't find any procedures or officials but I have located a spot in which to land. I checked the logs, the encryption was easy, the owner last parked there a week ago before leaving for business, he isn't back for another three days." The A.I. gushed, pride clear in her almost human voice. For an A.I. Freya was scarily human, right down to showing emotions and experiencing her own thoughts.


"Thanks Freya, I'll chart a course now." She replied, as the ship headed towards the vacant lot. It didn't take long and she made one last adjustment to the controls as the ship came into land, docking in an open space. "I am going planet side, whether it's with you or alone I'm not staying on this ship." She stated bluntly folding her arms. It was a bluff, but she hoped it would do the trick.

 

[Uncultured]

Coren looked through the observation glass on the prow of the bridge towards the hive city that was growing closer to the two, his face grew meaner in its complexion as the ship grew closer to the docking station for the man hated hive cities almost as much as he hated the empire. Everything about these city planet hybrids rubbed him the wrong way, from the pollution to the endless crowds of people to the way he felt small and trapped within the confines of such a place. It was funny to him that the ship hadn't landed yet and he was already looking forward to leaving the damned city, the only positives he perceived in their arrival on Nar Shaddaa was the fact that in all likelihood they wouldn't be on the planet for more than a day or two and that law enforcement was quite scarce within the crime ridden hive city they were now docking in.


"You give that goddamn A.I too much credit, you weren't there when it misread prepare for takeoff with prepare for takeout and it opened the main entrance for an incoming delivery driver, damn thing almost got the ship boarded with that stunt, and don't get me started on the time it thought I said Zandor instead of Mandelor and I ended up in the wrong sector for it" said Coren with a ghost of a smirk upon his lips. He doubted she could sense it, but within his words was the faintest hint of sarcasm, for no matter how much he berated the ship and its mercurial A.I he still loved the damnable thing. To say the least he shared a love hate relationship with the vessel and its computer and even though it had given him some scares and some setbacks the old freighter had pulled through when it counted the most on more than a few occasions.


"At the end of the day this ain't a prison ship, if you want to come it's up to you..... but before we go to the meet up I need to see an old associate.... alone" he said, emphasizing the last word after a brief pause. "You can wait by the rendezvous point while I see this old S O B and trust me, I'm doing you a favor keeping you away from the old lecherous bastard" said the smuggler in a stark and emotionless tone.