Fandom Star Wars: Twilight of the Force (Open)

[BabyBundt]

The rough ship landing jarred Charlotte awake, it wasn't the best way to be woken up.. but with the ship the way it was.. She was surprised Elena had managed to land it without blowing the both of them up. Rubbing the rest of the blood from her face, she stood and began to make her way to the exit to find a med droid or something of the sort to attempt to heal the cut on her head so it didn't get infected, not really caring if it scarred, she just didn't want to die from it. At least all the muscles in her body didn't hurt as badly as then did when she first relaxed. Not that the pain had gone away completely, she had been thrown around the gunnery bay in such a way that she should've been knocked unconscious. It was about that time that her elbow was grabbed. She turned to look at Elena as she asked her to keep all that happened between them and all that she knew a secret.

"I might talk be a bit of a loud mouth, 'nd I might sound stupid, but I ain't dumb." She said as she grin back at Elena. "I've got a date with a wit' some medi-gel. Another scar for the story book!" Charlotte said as she point her thumb at the top of her head. "If anythin', I'll meetcha' at the local tavern for a stiff drink, maybe share some of my scar stories, that is if yer interested in hearing them, I got a pretty good on that I got from a fish face that makes a good story! I promis' y'll enjoy it! If I don't see ya at the tavern, then I'll take it help arrived, 'nd got them repairs for th' skiff . Jus.. Don't leave me 'ere. Not to fond of this planet. Now, if y'll excuse me, I've got bigger bura fish ta fry!" She grinned once more and shrugged. If she was left behind, she could still find another way off the planet, but she hopped that Elena would keep her around. They had been through quite a bit together for the short time they'd known each other. Besides, she'd kinda grown fond of the Jedi, which she'd never thought would happen. She'd never met one that she'd liked, although there weren't many to meet to begin with.

The cantina she knew best was too far for her to just walk to, one that she knew the bartender had some of the best alcohol for curing the pain she was in at the very least. But finding someone to take her there was next to impossible, considering the way that she looked so banged up that some people would think that she'd bring them trouble. That being said there were probably some local cantina's nearer to the starport, but she didn't know those. Twisting her face in thought, she shrugged to herself and began her search for one. Surely Kesi's cantina couldn't be the only place with a pain curing drink, right?


((Where: The Cantina on Zygerria|| Mentioned: XxJadePhoenixX ))

 

[Jackson123]

Hecate

Resurgent class Star Destroyer
Geostationary Orbit of Cantonica

After spending hours listening to the after mission debriefing, and then some on the paperworks, Kitori returned to the naval aviator quarters a bit later than she intended to. The aviator quarters are designed with common rooms that leads to four cabins, each cabin are shared by 6 person with bunk beds, thus two squadron of pilots would share a common room. There is a gathering going on when Kitori walk through the door, TIE air crews talking, laughing, young men and woman bragging about their achievements today, although there wasn't much fighting for most of them. Shamrock 4 had returned, the old model imperial shuttle found him with only some bruises and scratches, he had just been released from the sick bay and barely warmth his seat when Kitori came in, talking about the anxiety of waiting in the barren wasteland of Cantonica for the rescue.

Because strong liquors are not allowed on board the Star Destroyer, the closest thing that can freshen you up are Carbon Freeze, there's also a silver kettle that provides coffee. As far as food goes, there are chips, spiced salt biscuits, all sorts of fast food from the base exchange (BX) store, and the ice cream machine that would sometimes be broken, and when that happen the morale of the squadron would suffer, so Kitori and the other squad leader had also learned how to repair the ice cream machine as their unofficial duty.

"Attention!" Shamrock 2 shouted to the room when Kitori came in, with a smile on his face. "Welcome home, lieutenant."

A coffee mug printed with the name and hull number of ISD Hecate was handed to Kitori.

"Thanks Gator." Kitori referred to her wingman with his callsign. "Shame we didn't shoot down that Courier-class today."

"Nobody could expect that move coming." Gator said as he raise his paper cup "and, well, a toast for our fallen comrade. Mav, that crazy son of a gun, I thought he would've make it through for sure."

"We got cocky and let our guards down, we can't let it happen again." Kitori took a sip of the hot dark coffee, almost choked on it's strong scent.

"We have all sorts of drinks back here" a voice came from the back of the cabin behind the kitchen table, it's Brownie, the brunette girl with her brown hair tied in a pony tail, fresh out of First Order Academy. “Merenzane Gold, Tatooine Sunset, Whyren’s Reserve, you name it.”

“You better watch out, if the captain caught you with all those good stuff you’d be in a world of hurt. And I’d like to have that Merenzane Gold thanks” Gator said to Brownie in a cheerful manner.

The gathering is more uplifting than Kitori expected. In a sense, it’s like a vigil for the fallen, a way to remember the deceased and for the living to try to convince themselves that won’t happen to them.

On the main bridge, the report from CIC regarding the hyperspace tracker had reached the captain.

“The tracker device had the signal traced to the area within Chorlian sector and Wyl sector.” XO reported

“The two whole sector?” The captain said in a dissatisfied tone “There’s 11 system in that two sector combined.”

“Aye capt, and she might escape when we commence search, but it’s the best lead we have at hand right now, better than aimlessly searching the whole galaxy.” The XO shrugged.

“That said, I’ve heard of a Mandalorian merc operating in Zygerria system. Very resourceful fellar, would you grant me permission to fetch him to help us conducting manhunt?”

“Permission granted number one. Do what you can.” The First Order star destroyer captain nodded before returning to look at the outer space outside the bridge viewport. “Prepare ship for hyperspace jump after everyone return, set course for Chorlian sector.”

 

[BabyBundt]

The sounds of boot steps softly echoed down the many hallways aboard the Hecate. Those boot falls belonged to Rhaegar, the shiny just out of boot camp. The hallways were thankfully empty, save for the random repair droid or gonk droid. He cleared his thoughts as he glance down at the instructions his CO had given him before he'd left boot. They were surprisingly helpful to pinpoint the location of the Shamrock's living space. If he didn't have it, he was sure he'd be lost in a desert with out an oasis with how many winding hallways there were on this cruiser. He stopped at the living spaces door, removing his helmet, tucking it under his left arm. He them ran his hands through his hair, slicking it back.

He then hit the button to the door, took a small step so that he was in the doorway, and snapped a hand up to his forehead. "Second Lieutenant, Rhaegar requesting permission to enter!" He said with such a stiffness and the way he held himself it was clear he was a Shiny just out of boot. There wasn't much the leader of Shamrock could do. The order came down from the top so he couldn't be turned away, and they needed another to replace the recently fallen pilot. It was unceremonious, to say the least, and if he was in their position he wouldn't like it either.

He'd never forget what his CO warned him before he left boot. 'Listen Rhaegar, You're a bright pilot, but don't let that go to your head. Don't doing anything rash nor try to prove yourself by doing something stupid! That'll just lead to you dying quicker. Just do what the squad leader says to do, and don't try to be a hero by doing something fancy. Understand?' It was something that he would not easily forget. He didn't want to end his career early just because he was sure he could take down the enemy and ignore his captain's orders. No, That's certainly not what he wanted.. Glancing down at the people in the room, it seem they were drinking to their fallen comrade, one that he was replacing so quickly. He did feel bad, but what could do? Orders were orders.

 

[Jackson123]

"Feed me to the fishes of Naboo, this guy looks like he's straight out of some civilian Gliding Club." Gator said with incredulity in his voice.

“You guys are getting reinforcements this fast? Back in my days we often down to 4 guys and still have to fly combat missions meant for 12 TIEs.” The leader of Kentra squadron said, his callsign is “Old Timer”, rather uninspiring, as the callsign suggest, he had been serving in the TIE Corps since the time of Palpatine, now flying recon for the Hecate.

“Pretty sure this won’t be the norm for us neither, Old Timer. They probably just happens to have spare pilots for us.” Gator said while drinking his Merenzane Gold from the paper cup.

“Enough with the teasing of our new wingmate, Gator.” Kitori finally spoke up, she gave Gator a warning gaze before she turn her attention to Second Lieutenant Rhaegar. “So, welcome to Shamrock squadron, I’m the squadron leader, call me Kitori. If you have no questions, you’ll be flying with us as Shamrock 4.”

Kitori then turn around and talk to the pilot who had parachuted earlier today, the young man with blonde hair had a roll of bandage around his head and some adhesive wound dressings on his face, but nonetheless seems to be in good spirits “Wolfpup, you’re now our new Shamrock 3. You and our Rookie over here, you two will be wingmate in an element (unit of two plane), show him the ropes.”

“Aye aye, lieutenant!” Wolfpup stood up to greet Rhaegar “I’m Wolfpup, as you can see, you’ll be my wingman. Come with me, I’ll show you around.”

“Here’s our sleeping quarters, this is my bunk, you’ll use this one under mine, used to be Mav’s. We weren’t expecting back up so quick so we haven’t have time to sort out his stuff yet.” Wolfpup said with a lugubrious tone in his voice.

On the wall of the bunk bed, there’s a big poster of a holodrama, an old Imperial propaganda holomovie about TIE fighter pilot that was obviously made for recruiting purpose. A guitar lies on the bed, used to the point of visibly discoloured but the strings are well maintained, you can look at it and already picture how tiresome it would be to constantly listen to guitar music as this guy’s roommate. Next to the guitar, a book is laying there, with a bookmark being placed almost 3/4 to the end, but it’s obviously the owner won’t be finishing it anymore.

“Well, I guess you can keep them if you like, otherwise we’ll see if we can send them off to his relatives. Guy was a big fan of those holodramas, always quoting those lines, ‘I feel the need......the need for speed!’ Haha. damn idiot....anyway, I’ll leave you to it then. You can use that locker for your belongings, it’s empty.” Wolfpup returned to the squadron gathering after he finished showing the newcomer around.

 

[Skyrte]

Janah Jorvedd - Location: Town of Chriffa Serne, Zygerria​

The Mandalorian sat on the riverbank happily, savoring each sip of cool, crisp water, and savory warm soup. Occasionally using the spoon to scoop the short tube noodles, vegetables and diced hen into his mouth to chew. He had been spoilt, food here was delicious, and their spiciest dishes barely compared to what the Mandalorians did to their cuisine. He preferred it. He could easily imagine his uncles and aunts in the wooden akaata'yaime gawping at him when he would tell them about the food here, then immediately cooking up a big pot of traditional Mandalorian Tiingilar, a spicy stew, and cramming several spoonful's into his mouth forcefully. It was the kind of stew that that essentially disabled him for an additional hour after eating, it was a popular rumor that tiingilar would burn your nose hairs if you smelled from the pot directly, that wasn't entirely true. For that to happen, you had to add a special pepper that some Mandalorians nicknamed The Ghost. Primarily because it was a common prank to spike a friends dish with it when they were visiting, and the threat of it loomed over every stew that your friends served you. He smiled at the many times he was able to distinguish the odd bowl out, his friends and family even went to substituting ingredients and adding other things aside from ghost peppers, to test Janah's olfactory and culinary skills, he always managed to beat their challenges. It was one of the things he was known for, back home.

By the time he finally finished the soup and water, he had been entirely dried off, and his armor had a nice, clean shine to it once again. It was good for presentation, some Mandalorians kept their armor clean and shiny right up until an operation, then they scrubbed it with mud and dirt to make it dull and dirty, to blend in with the environment. Many even outright skipped that step and painted their armor in a matte color to begin with. Janah slid his helmet back on, sealing it with a hiss, and got up, stretching once more. He picked up the tray and walked into Kesi's Cantina. It was a nice, smaller cantina, crowded now by a group of newly graduated Chriffa Serne militiamen. He trained them hard, once Janah saw that they had the resolve. The town had a culture and traditions apart from the rest of Zygerria, where everyone else prided themselves on the traffic of slavery, Chriffa Serne prided themselves on the export of traditional goods. No slavery added. Everything was hand crafted by Zygerrians, for the rest of the galaxy. The Republic, before the Empire's takeover, and the Republic now, loved it. Guilt free culture. Traditional Zygerrian pottery, mead, wine, baked goods, food mixes, anything and everything, it was made here, and the town had the backing of several very wealthy Republic groups and families. And now the backing of a Mandalorian Clan. He smiled, he liked this side of Zygerria. Er... the just over 12, mostly head on desk napping, water in hand, group of militia looked at Janah and waved, saying quiet greetings. Janah liked the cultural side, not the hung over after a night of heavy drinking side, of Zygerria. The Mando nodded back, opting not to say much to them, knowing that their hangovers were much worse than his. He continued to the bar, a simple, straight bar in the simple square cantina. Right behind the bar, there was the shelf of spirits and drinks, and behind that was the kitchen visible through the bottles and cracks between the bottles. It was well lit, thanks to a series of large windows, showcasing the town, castle, plains and orchards around it. Large lamps suspended on the ceiling lay cold and dark, their light not yet needed. There were only a few tables and chairs in the center of the cantina, most of the seating was in large benches and tables on the sides, it looked more like a restaurant with a nice bar, than a bar with nice food.
"Delicious as always Kesi." The Mando complimented, "A perfect breakfast."
"You flatter me, Mando." Kesi replied back, leaning on the bar in front of her, "What's your plan for the next few hours?"
The Mandalorian shrugged, "Maybe... maybe visit Drafan and his little gang of misfits. They took my blasters and vibroknives, I'll let them keep it, they've been bugging me and their parents about a blaster this entire time. Make sure they know how to use them properly, and I'm sure they'll appreciate being trained, a little bit, by me."
Kesi smiled and shook her head, "I don't know how you put up with them."
"Lots of younglings back home." The Mandalorian replied, "They always want to learn something from someone, hear stories from the ones coming back, demanding promises of gifts from the ones leaving."
"Is that why you sent so much home?"
"Caught me red handed. I'm not gonna drink two dozen bottles of Chriffa Serne wine by myself, sorry." He chuckled, "Well, maybe on a bad day I will."
"If the wine brings more of you to visit, I won't complain." Kesi replied.

Then something beeped. It was a short, three toned beep, and the Mandalorian looked down at his belt, tilting his head.
"Is something wrong?" Kesi asked, concerned.
"No, just a HoloNet call. Home would only call if there was an emergency, and they were calling everyone to muster." The Mando pulled out the HoloNet communicator off of his belt, a disk shaped device, beeping and blinking with lights. He read the ID. "First Order?" He wondered aloud, probably a bounty hunt, and a serious one at that, if they were calling through the expensive HoloNet. He looked back to Kesi, "Have to put my mean business face on, I'll sit over there," he gestured with a thumb. He walked over and sat at the empty half of the cantina, clearing his throat, hummed a little, making a siren noise and bringing it up and down in pitch, no doubt making the caller wait a little by now, before accepting the HoloNet communication.
A hologram appeared in front of him in the icon of the First Order, the sender hadn't activated video communication yet, and no doubt the symbol of the Mandalorian Mythosaur appeared on their end of the call. He flicked on the video, and the communicator scanned in front of it. A blue tinted Mandalorian warrior, sitting down at a wooden bench and table appeared in the First Order Star Destroyer. He wore thick armor, and though he only had a pauldron only on the left shoulder, it wasn't an indicator of inexperience. A thick, well stocked belt, with a bandolier attached to it, looping around his left shoulder, crossed his body. Under his armor, he wore a thick coat, trailing down to his knees forming the iconic Mandalorian kama skirt. The Mandalorian was sitting with his armored shoulder forward, his arm resting on the table, while his right hand and legs were obscured partially by the table in the hologram. He sat confidently, with an air of superiority around him, with the way he leaned slightly to the left, and the way his head was tilted slightly up, as if he was looking down on the communicator.
"What is it, Imperial?" The Mandalorian asked, his voice carefully neutral, and an octave lower than his normal speaking voice.

 

[Jackson123]

"Mr Janah, the First Order would like to hire you for your assistance in our operation. We're hunting for a fugitive, our intelligence had confirmed she is recently hiding in the area around this sector. With your reputation in resourcefulness, we're confident that our chances of success would be greatly benefited from your support."

The communication officer appearing in the hologram demonstrated the appropriate poise of an Imperial officer without appear overbearing.

"This is the suspect we're pursing, her name is Elena Connor, as you can see, a Jedi padawan, but also a thief, smuggler, housebreaker and burglar." The hologram image had switched to show Elena wielding her lightsaber around the house of Duke Mecetti's estate. "She had stolen the private vessel of Duke Mecetti and fled in this direction. Beforehands, she had carved a path of carnage in everything that was on her way, this is the scene of her escaping from local authorities in Canto Bight..."

The scene then show the aftermath in the casino, table flipped, chandelier crashed, bloods, blast marks, in the area once full of civilians "Several people were injured, including two children who are still in intense care unit, having got lost from their parents in the confusion, and there's a waitress our paramedic found near the crashed chandelier, married with two children, we spent hours pulling out pieces of glasses, on top of saving her from almost trampled to death, she would've died if our paramedic had arrived 3 minutes later than we did."

"Mr Janah, the Mandalorian had always fought proudly as warriors against the Jedi. We understand from records that you're not fond of the anti-Jedi mindset and believe it's time to move beyond the old antiquated traditions, but would you like to assist us in bringing this particular one to justice? And of course, your effort will not go without compensation, if you decide to accept our offer, the First Order will pay you 50,000 creds up front as prepayment, and 25,000 creds per week before the contract ends. For the Jedi's successful arrest, we'll pay 350,000. Here's the contract."

 

[XxJadePhoenixX]

The floor of the hangar was a bright sparkling white epoxy, so new that you could smell it. While there were mechanics working on various repairs, on the squadron's TIE fighters, the noise level was low because of the sound-absorbing walls. In the midst of all this organized chaos Galen Fletcher stood at the center of it all with a datapad in one hand and a digital pen in the other. "Shamrock 3's TIE fighter is a scrap heap," a young non-commissioned officer said as he stood nearby giving his report. "The port solar panel on Shamrock 4 was recovered but the state of its condition is irreparable. We may be able to use parts from Shamrock 3 to repair the damaged wing."

Galen nodded, paying only half of his attention to the young officer. "Do it," he said idly, mostly to himself.

The young officer looked at him, noting the distant look in his eyes as he tapped his pen upon the datapad. "Word is Shamrock squadron already got its reinforcements," he said. "Figured they'd be down a pilot for at least a week."

Of course, Galen already knew something the young officer didn't. Scuttlebutt around the ship was that Shamrock 3, codenamed Maverick, was already on his way out. He was hotheaded, frequently disobeyed orders during combat deployments, liked to show off, etc. He was already in the process of being reassigned, his deployment on Cantonica was to be his last combat mission with Shamrock. No doubt he didn't want to be showed up by the young Jedi whose exploits during her escape were being talked about all over the ship. She demolished almost a third of Duke Mecetti's estate making it painfully obvious she'd never flown a ship before. Still, the way she navigated her ship through mountain ranges and canyons was nothing short of extraordinary. It probably rubbed Maverick the wrong way. Either way, his replacement, Rhaegar, was more level-headed but fresh from the academy and green as a varacttyl's feathers.

"How's the rest of Shamrock squadron," Galen asked, changing the subject.

The man looked down at his notes. "Shamrock 1 and 2 are mostly fine. Some minor laser scoring along the hull, crews are already replacing the hull plating."

"Good," Galen answered, he lowered the datapad and pen to his sides and started walking the length of the hangar. The young officer followed along behind him.

"Did you hear we arrested nearly a dozen women from the surface," he asked. "Rumor is they got ties to the Jedi."

Galen's expression became perturbed. He was here on the hangar deck when the shuttle carrying the prisoners arrived. The women were all dressed in rags and malnourished. It was obvious they lived a rough life on the surface of Cantonica. None of them seemed like particularly vile people. "Have you seen pictures of the Jedi," he asked idly.

The officer shook his head. "No."

"Well, I have," Galen answered, "She's just a child."

The young officer looked annoyed. "A child that demolished a townhouse, killed two of our men and left a swath of destruction at a local casino."

Galen had seen the after-action reports, but he still had his doubts. Could a young girl like that really cause as much damage they say? What about the prisoners? Most of whom were in their late fifties or sixties. They couldn't possibly be a threat to the safety and preservation of the First Order, could they? "Finish decommissioning Shamrock 3," he said finally, "I want Shamrock 4 fully restored by end of shift."

Then he turned and stalked away, heading over to check on his other crews...


[Location: Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Hecate / Mentioned: Maverick ( Jackson123 )]

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Charlotte was the first to disembark the ship, Elena followed shortly after. While the other woman left the starport to go find a cantina Elena met with Rev on the tarmac beneath the ship. "Fething hell, Elena," the Duros exclaimed, "How'd you even manage to get this thing to fly?!"

Elena looked back at the ship, it's hull pockmarked and covered in blaster scoring. Parts of the ship were twisted or bent, possibly caused by the sudden jump to hyperspace in atmosphere. "It, um... Looked better before I stole it," she said sheepishly.

The Duros gave her a stern look. "What's going on with you, girl? You stealing ships now?"

Elena winced and looked away. He was right, this behavior was not very characteristic of her. Before if she needed transport to another system she would simply pay someone to take her there. No one expected her to try and commandeer a ship, nor had anyone ever hired her to do so. She had the Force but no training and the damage she left behind as she tried to escape spoke volumes about her inexperience. "I didn't have a choice," she said finally, "Diggs tried to turn me over to the First Order."

The Duros looked surprised. "Why the frell would he do that?"

The young Jedi simply shrugged and shook her head. "No idea," she lied, "but I need this ship to get me to Nar Shaddaa, Fanty's waiting for me."

He looked back up at the ship behind them. "Well, I could probably get your hyperdrive going again at least, but you're gonna have to spend some time in drydock to repair the rest of it."

"Thanks, Rev, let me know if there's anything you need," she told him, then she spun on her heel and headed back up the boarding ramp into the ship.

"Where are you going," he called after her.

"To find a bed," she answered, "I could use a nap."

She was only telling half the truth. While she did feel tired she mostly needed some time to herself. Surprisingly, the interior of the ship managed to survive the escape mostly intact. The various foodstuffs and cooking supplies in the galley were all tied down and secured. A few objects here and there were scattered on the floor, but it wouldn't take long to clean. She explored each room of the ship one by one until finally she came to what she thought might be the captain's quarters. It was the largest living space on the ship and one of the most luxurious. This room, like all the others, had a bunk built into the wall, but the rest of the space was decorated for comfort. There was a large c-shaped couch in the center of the room sat in front of a glass cofee table with a gold frame underneath it. Various bookshelves and cupboards lined the room and hanging from the wall in front of the couch was a large holovid. There was a round table in one corner of the room with a pair of seat-backed stools around it. In the far wall there was an indented seating area in front of a transparisteel window through which she could see the various crews operating in the berth outside.

Elena closed the door to the room behind her then pulled her poncho up over her head before tossing it across the back of one of the chairs around the table. Then she crossed over to the couch and sat down, pulling the satchel off her shoulder before setting it on the coffee table in front of her. She carefully opened the bag then pushed down the sides to reveal a small, semi-transparent cube that emanated a dim blue glow. She had taken it from Luke's vault before the destruction of his temple and never had a chance to put it back. Luke would have scolded her if he caught her with it, but she couldn't help it. She felt like her training wasn't progressing fast enough. She understood the basics, probably better than most of the other padawans, but there was one student whom she could never beat, Luke's nephew, Ben Solo. Everything seemed to come easy for him and it grated on her nerves. He took it all for granted and she hated that. She worked harder than most but it was never good enough. Even when she started training with the holocron it still felt like Ben was leagues ahead of her. Now it was the last remaining remnant of the Jedi, besides herself, of course.

With a slight hesitation she reached out and placed her fingers around the smooth surface of the holocron. As soon as her skin touched the device a vision seared its way into her brain. She saw flashes of the temple's destruction, young padawans their flesh on fire, screams echoing throughout the halls, a trio of dark figures kneeling before a shrouded creature and her own memories of being buried alive amongst the temple ruins. Almost immediately she let go of the holocron and the visions faded. This power of hers she didn't understand it. It came and went on a whim, she didn't control it. Her first memory of the visions happening came from when she was ten. Back on Vorzyd V when she stole Master Skywalker's lightsaber and was paralyzed by memories of his past. That was how Luke had discovered her and why he brought her to his temple for training. Even after years of studying the Force she still couldn't control it. With an exasperated sigh she pulled up the sides of the bag again and sealed it shut before tossing it onto the bed. Then she laid back on the couch stretching out her limbs with one arm draped over her face covering her eyes. What she needed to do right now was get the hyperdrive fixed as soon as possible and leave this world. No doubt the First Order wasn't far behind her and they needed to be on their way to Nar Shaddaa before they arrived...


[Location: Starport, Zygerria / Mentioned: Charlotte ( BabyBundt )]

 

[BabyBundt]

Sitting at the counter, Charlotte ordered the strongest, stiffest drink they had. The owner nodded and turned around preparing a drink for her. After a moment, the tender turned around, setting a drink before her with a smirk. "Careful with that now. Might make your insides you outsides!" He proclaimed loudly. "Damn, I hope so, ya wouldn't believe th' day I've 'ad!" She said as she tip her head back and took the entirety of the cup into her mouth. Frowning for a moment, she spray the contents back out into the tenders face. "What in th' name of Caraya's soul is this crap?! What kinda bantha piss water is ye' tryin' t' pass of as a drink 'ere! I a'int paying for tha' fodder, tell yeh tha' much!" She shouted, slamming the cup down onto the counter top. The Bartender was clearly taken aback, but after he'd clean the spit from his face he looked over at the large Houk standing in the corner and nodded at him.

The Houk made his way quickly over to the bar and grabbed Charlotte back the back of her shirt. Had she'd known that there was a Houk in the building, she might've been less rude, but at the same time, she wasn't going to be hoodwinked into paying for something that tasted like bantha piss, or what she assumed it might taste like. "Yer' comin' with me." The creature said, lifting her up and making her way toward the exit. "Yeah? Well ya can blow it out yer exhaust port, ya big oaf!" She shouted at the Houk, making an obscene gesture at the tender, who just shook his head, and began to clean the counter top. There weren't any patrons in the building, and now she knew why. They served poodoo here.

As the Houk tossed her out the exit, the air flying past her... Charlotte couldn't help but wonder about her life choices. Why she didn't go to Kesi's cantina? Sure it was a long trip but it would've been worth the time. Instead, she was flying through the air, staring back at the giant Houk that was now turning around so that it could head back inside the cantina. Then she hit the ground, sliding on her back speedily, so much so that she ended up flipping over, sliding onto her head and finally landing on her stomach. She just lay there , her hair undone, spread out around her head, and just breath. "What in th fraggin' name of Kwath did I do the deserve this?" She asked no one in particular, as she roll over onto her back, and stare up at the sky. "Is it cuz I went on this wild adventure fer no reason? Cuz I was lazy and didn't wanna make the travel to Kesi's cantina?" She once again spoke to no one in particular, other than the sky above her. Sighing, Charlotte push herself up, pushing her hair from her face, and returned to the ship.

She didn't feel much like drinking now, she just wanted to sleep. Her entire body hurt, but that wasn't going to stop her. No way, no how. So, Charlotte began to clumsily make her way back to the beat up ship that she'd only left, what, 'bout half an hour ago? If Elena was still there, she'd at least have someone to complain to.. That is if she was willing to listen of course. After reaching the starport, seeing Rev's people doing what they could for the ship on it's last legs, she enter it and finally collapsed inside it. "Elena, yeh' still 'ere?" She shouted face down on the floor, as the entrance closed behind her. "I could... Well, could use a bit of 'elp. Need ta rest somewhere.. anywhere ta be perfectly 'onest" Not keen on asking for help, but she was currently running on empty and felt like what the ship she was on probably did too.

(Where: Starport on Zygerria || Mentioned: XxJadePhoenixX ))​

 

[BabyBundt]

Rhaegar enter into Shamrock's quarters, expecting the be ribbed and poked fun at because of his demeanor, but he was glad to be part of the crew now. He didn't know the extent of what had happened other than one of their crew had been taken down, and that another had been taken down but survived the situation by bailing out.. But that was all he knew. Why the other didn't bail out was a mystery to him, but he didn't dare ask, it was too soon for that. "Pleased to meet you Wolfpup. I won't let you down!" Rhaegar followed him on the tour of the room, listening to everything he was told, logging the important bits into his head so he was sure to remember them.

When they came to the recently deceased bed, and all the things that he'd own, Rhaegar didn't mind how forward Wolfpup was being with him. Listing off all the things that Rhaegar could keep or they could return to the family. He couldn't help but think that keeping a dead mans objects was bad luck. Call it superstition, call it being stupid, whatever you wanted... But he absolutely wouldn't keep anything here. Shaking his head he said to Wolfpup "No, it's bad luck. Just return them all to his family. I'm sure they'd appreciate the things that belonged returned to them." Nodding, he follow him back to where to group was posted up, and stood in the back. He had nothing to add to the conversation, at least no yet. All he needed to know was whom he would be following which he found out already, so the most important thing had been answered.

He leaned back against the wall slightly and listen in on the conversation, hoping to hear something interesting that he might be able to comment on. He already seemed to be welcomed into Shamrock's ranks, as far as he could tell, and he had an inkling that some of the members might eventually have questions for him, and he'd answer all of them without hesitation. Rhaegar was happy that his CO had him transferred him here, to this crew. He was sure to learn more that simple training could ever teach him, and from what he could currently tell.. Kitori seemed like a great leader and her men seemed to respect her.

((Mentioned: Jackson123 ))
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[Skyrte]

Janah Jorvedd - Location: Kesi's Cantina, Town of Chriffa Serne, Zygerria
Communicating with F.O. Communications Officer​

The Mandalorian listened to the professional First Order officer, who spoke with respect and stood at attention. The Officer briefed him on the contract with quick, concise information. Despite his dislike for Imperials, he respected their candor and efficiency. Elena Connor was the fugitive, and the Officer called her a Jedi. The Mandalorian suddenly stiffened. The hologram switched over to a camera view, showing her path of destruction, and herself, wielding the iconic jetii'kad, the Lightsaber. The First Order Officer accused her of thievery, smuggling, breaking and entering, and grand theft. He was surprised, the First Order had video evidence of her crimes, they couldn't fake that. Why was a Jedi doing these things? From all the stories he heard of Jedi, they weren't criminals, using their powers for chaos and destruction. That was the hallmark of the Dark Jedi, the Sith. Janah scowled under his helmet. The Officer then showed video of the aftermath, hurt civilians and a damaged casino. To which Janah silently scoffed, it was an appeal to his emotions, to vilify this Jedi, Elena Connor, even further. Then the Officer appealed to his honor, citing the history between the Jedi and the Mandalorian warriors. This Officer knew what he was doing, and Janah looked at the video footage of First Order medical staff aiding the hurt civilians. Janah personally hadn't had any experience with the First Order, they were a shadowy, mysterious faction of the Imperial Remnant, in the eyes of most of the galaxy, at least to those who knew of their existence. The common folk of the galaxy had no idea the First Order even existed, they didn't care to know the grand politics of the galaxy. And this faction seemed to actually care for people, it would endear them to their cause, but Janah knew that they were ruthless. All Imperials were.

The Officer then spoke about payment, and that caught Janah's attention. 50 thousand up front would be able to buy him the blasters to replace the ones he just lost, and pay for any transit he needed. An additional 25 thousand per week would cover the cost of room and board, and the successful arrest of this Jedi would net him a very large stack of credits, 350 thousand. Enough to buy a trio of surplus T-70 X-Wings from the New Republic, quite easily. He was now fully focused on the Officer.
"A Jedi." Janah finally said, it was said that the true purpose of a Mandalorians training was to defeat a Jedi or Sith, that everything you would learn from childhood to adulthood would be so that you could beat one of the most dangerous foes in the galaxy, and in all of history. It would certainly be a test of his abilities. He thought back to the stories of force-wielding warriors that he had heard. Maul, the Usurper, who took the Mandalorian Throne, moved like a furious whirlwind. The Self Exiled, Ahsoka, like a tornado of blades, once decapitated four Mandalorian warriors in a single acrobatic jump, who helped Bo-Katan liberate Mandalore from Maul. Luke, the Grand-Master, destroyed an entire platoon of Imperial Dark Troopers single handedly, flowing like a winding river, with the calm, the deadly rapids, and the thunderous waterfalls, that comes with a river. Luke was the one who fractured the Empire. A Jedi or Sith were the ones who shaped the galactic landscape, like a force of nature they could change things for countless billions with their actions. This was why the contract was so lucrative. He was being hired to stop one of these forces of nature, and he had been trained from childhood to do so.
"You want me to bring in a Jedi, said to be able to poison minds and make people think thoughts that aren't their own? Who can deflect blaster bolts with their swords and use their powers to lift entire walkers? Who waged a war that plunged the entire galaxy into flames? You want me to take in one of those in, alive?" The Mandalorian questioned, he paused before asking, "...Is this a Jedi, or a Dark Jedi?"

 

[Jackson123]

Hecate
Resurgent class Star Destroyer


Trillions of stars shining, their rays of light travelling through billions of light-years, and finally reflected off the hull of the Star Destroyer, shines in silvery grey, with the name Hecate emblazoned underneath. There is no end to the darkness of the universe, an infinite void, the absolute zero temperature, cold beyond imagination. Yet, the galaxy, large as it is, is a stone's throw away in the eyes of civilizations, who can long been able to harness the power output comparable to their stars and travel from locations across the entire galaxy.

This part of the universe is called the "Chorlian sector". The Hecate steadily sails in the orbit of the planet of Zygerria, homeworld of the Zygerrian species. The system was situated on two minor trade routes, the Listehol Run and the Shaltin Tunnels, making the planet a more lively trading post compare to other locations in the Outer Rim, if it wasn't already an attraction for it's another characteristical goods already--slave trade.

The Chorlian sector is home to two habitable system, Zygerrian system and Malachor system, the planet on Malachor system is not currently inhabited per se, it was a planet shrouded in mystery, thousands of years before the rise of the Empire there was an ancient battle at Malachor's Sith temple between the Sith and the Jedi Order, which saw a superweapon activated, killing and petrifying all the participants of the battle.

It’s not impossible that the Padawan had went there, but considering the damage her ship suffered before she engaged the hyperdrive, it highly unlikely she would go on another adventure to an ancient uninhabited planet, thus Zygarria became the planet the First Order decided to be their temporary headquarters in this search operation around Chorlian Sector.

As the conflicts between the First Order and New Republic rages on, commercial planets like Zygarria which were watching from the sidelines, are in contrast full of life and vitality. Unaffected by the tragedy of war, they have made a fortune from it. All the weapons, food, uniforms, intelligence, ore, and even slave trafficking ---- were bought and sold in large quantities.

From the bridge of the Star Destroyer, the captain looked out over the silvery metallic armoured deck extended towards horizon before him, covered in intricate patterns like an infinitely vast silver etched circuit board, a few shimmering merchant ships sail through the distant stars, occasionally disappearing silently into hyperspace. The space dust brought over by the Star Destroyer’s own hyperspace jump is being ionised, becomes a cloud of dull red light that ponds over the silver hull.

One of the merchant ship wanders too close to the Destroyer's Control Zone, from the bridge he could saw that merchant being promptly intercepted by CAP (combat air patrol) fighters, the merchant complied with the engine stop order, and a troop transport full of stormtroopers was sent from Hecate to perform boarding inspection.

When the officer see the merchant master, he got the impression that the ship master has led a rather irregular life. A Zygerrian male in his late 20s, already with a half-bald head, a ring of unnecessary fat, a pale face, and a dull expression. Can't really blame him, at this moment all he can do is pray that the First Order captain is a sensible man, otherwise, if he thinks they are spies, then the whole merchant ship is in danger of being reduced to atoms by turbo lasers.

After checking the license, registration and manifest, the officer led the stormtroopers to inspect the cargo bay. A bunch of slaves of different species were chained miserably in their cabins. They all seemed to be poor, sitting or lying down on their bunks, with only few food at their sides. The cost of carrying slaves are only a one-tenth of the cost of carrying people on a passenger ship, and all slaves on a cargo ship are legally regarded as cargo, so in the event of an accident, the ship's company is exempt from liability for lost of life.

"They are all criminals condemned to slavery in accordance to Imperial Decree A-SL-4557.607.232, officer. These are the paper." the Zygerrian said in a subservient attitude. According to the decree, citizens could be enslaved as punishment for "crimes against the civil order". The ship master know what he is doing, if it had been a New Republic officials, he would get away with a sum of bribe, but dealing with the First Order needs to be more careful. In the eye of the First Order, the New Republic is still nothing more than an illegitimate rebellion, while the Order is the only rightful governing body, successor of the Empire, including their law. This is not to say the First Order officials can't be bribed, but their system are indeed more strict with more idealist in the rank.

The officer looked around, and saw the slaves are mostly women and children, some are even elderly and toddlers.

"I see." the inspection officer nodded. "Is there enough food and medical supplies on board?"

"As a matter of fact, we could use some infant milk powder, artificial protein and, laundry powder."

"Very well, sergeant, spare what supply we could for them." "Aye sir!"

"Everything seems to be in order." the inspection officer closed his book of checklist when the boarding inspection is finally concluded, he then shook hand with the merchant ship master "Bon voyage, gentlemen."

Captain Matthias witnessed the slave ship vector out of the control zone of Hecate, it was at this moment the second lieutenant came into the bridge and whispered something into his ears.

"Is that so?" the captain raised one side of his eyebrow "Summon Galen to my quarters later." (intent interaction: Galen)

He returned to look outside the window, the planet of Zygerria looks like a beautiful blue marble ball floating in the void of space.

"XO, contact port authority on Zygerria, send them the hull registration number and physical description of the Courier Yacht we're hunting, request information regarding that ship, have they been here, have they landed, I want everything we could know from them." Captain said to the Executive Officer of the Star Destroyer.

"Send out our scouts squadron for surface scanning. Also, I want 500 of our probe droid down the planet surface to conduct search operation."

From an outside perspective, sprinklings of Imperial probe droids numbering in several hundreds starting to came out from the star destroyer and began their descent to the planet surface. If it turns out the Jedi padawan wasn't on this planet, the Hecate would not waste time to recover these probe droids in short time, rather just move on to the next planet to stay surveillance, they have enough of these droids on board.

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"She identify herself as a Jedi, the padawan of war criminal Master Luke Skywalker." the communication officer informed Janah.

"We will back you up with support should you need it, but yes we want to bring her in alive for questioning, there are other crimes that we believe she is involved in. She is a dangerous individual, so we will spare what we can to assist this task, from sending stormtroopers, walkers, to, say, orbital bombardments from our star destroyer on low orbit, if you believe that could help in bringing her in alive." (intent interaction: Janah).

 

[XxJadePhoenixX]

Elena awoke to the sound of someone pounding on her door. With a groan she got up and groggily crossed the room to answer it. On the other side she found the Duros, his eyes wide in panic. "What? What is it," she asked.

"You gotta go," he said, "Now."

The Jedi didn't quite connect the sheer worry she could hear in his voice. "What is it? What's going on."

Rev grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out into the hallway. "Port authority was asking about this ship," he explained, "Lotta jumpy people around. My guess is something big is going on and since you mentioned the First Order...," he left the rest hanging in the air.

Elena's eyes widened. "Charlotte," she said quietly, her heart beginning to race. "I need to find Charlotte!"

She ran back into the passenger lounge where she found the woman lying on the floor calling for help. Elena made a face, the air around her reeked of booze. "Rev, help me get her up!"

The Duros shook his head. "You've got no time for this, girl! You need to go now!"

Elena was already in the process of trying to help Charlotte to her feet, but at Rev's insistence she stopped then looked up at him. "Will the hyperdrive work?"

He nodded. "Should be enough to get you to Nar Shaddaa, assuming the First Order doesn't get you first. Hopefully, you won't have to use that," he added, pointing at the lightsaber hilt clipped to her belt.

Elena looked down at her waist and realized she wasn't wearing her poncho. She looked at him in shock. "Rev, I...," she started but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"It's alright, kid, I always knew there was something special about you. Now go, hurry!"

"Thanks, Rev," she said as she stood and sprinted to the cockpit.

She quickly powered on the drives, repeating the process she had discovered on Cantonica. She waited until Rev had completely disembarked the ship before raising the boarding ramp and taking off. She eased the craft gently into the air, letting go of the controls and stepping around the console long enough to power on the shields. Then she quickly got back in her seat and rocketed out of the starport. There was a brief radio call from port control about an unauthorized departure, but she ignored it. Instead, she focused on her scanners. At the extreme end of her sensor range she could see a First Order star destroyer in extreme orbit near Zygerria. Four blips representing possible TIE fighters or scouts had just launched from the destroyer and were heading straight for the planet. Elena angled the ship away from the destroyer and her scouts and pushed the throttle to max. The Courier probably wouldn't survive another jump to hyperspace in atmosphere so she needed to get out of the planet's gravity well as fast as possible. Putting as much distance as she could between her and the scouts behind her she quickly climbed the ship up into the stratosphere and beyond. An alarm blaring in her ears alerted her to the fact that the star destroyer had scanned her ship and more blips began to appear on her scanners. The First Order was launching TIEs. She had the benefit of a headstart and a speedy ship, she just hoped she could get far enough away from the planet to jump to lightspeed before the TIEs could get into weapons range, but just in case...

"Charlotte," she shouted into the ship's PA, "Charlotte, I'm going to need you to shake it off! I need a copilot!"


[Location: Courier-class Yacht leaving Zygerria / Mentioned: Charlotte ( BabyBundt )]

 

[Jackson123]

"A Courier class is taking off, bearing 3-5-0 mark 3-3-0, 2000 km, bogey transponder no response." The search radar operator reported "She's accelerating, reaching orbital escape velocity...IFF still no response."

"She's too far off for tractor. Standby Concussion Missile!" Gunnery officer said, the advanced concussion missiles carrying within Hecate's many missile launchers are capable of tracking targets for a longer period of time, while having the blast rating to eliminate a fully-shielded starfighter or troop transport with just a pair of impact.

"Data logged, missile tracking, ready to fire." the weapon control officer called out.

"CIC, Bridge, secure fire control. We can't be sure that was her flying the ship yet." The intercom from the captain said in a stone-cold voice. He then switched the comm to speak to the whole ship.

"All hands. This is the captain. The unidentified vessel had refused to respond to our message, but what you are about to hear, the enemy commander will be unable to censor or screen from her crew. The message will be transmitted in the form of electromagnetic radiation, it will directly interacts with the metal hull of the target ship, converting electromagnetic energy into acoustic sound to the air inside their ship. They'll get it straight to their ears."

The captain then turn to the radio operator on the bridge. "Ready?" "Yes sir, speaker on, all set." "Good."

"To the commander of the Courier yacht. From commander of the most immediate Star Destroyer. If you continue refusal to acknowledge our request that you stop the engine and identify yourself, I disclaim responsibility for the consequences, unless I receive an immediate answer. Repeat request, stop your engine and identify yourself. End of message."

The captain then waited to see how the Courier class yacht would respond, would they comply or would they continue to jump into hyperspace without regards, if this is the Jedi flying, then most likely the latter, her modus operandi indicates she has a task to fulfill.

This job would be a lot easier if I had an Interdictor-class heavy cruiser by my side, the captain thought to himself. Then again, sending two starships after a single Jedi isn't the most effective way to distribute resources for what the amount the First Order can afford to spend.

"Should I send the Shamrocks, sir?" The air officer asked.

"Not this time air boss, they just returned, let them have the rest, send other squadrons."

 

[BabyBundt]

"Ugh.. Yer being too loud, ya damned fool" She grumbled out hearing Rev's voice, pushing herself up onto her knees, hair matted to her forehead. She pushed herself up onto her knees and glanced around the room. Charlotte could've sworn she'd heard not only Rev's voice but Elena's as well. Twisting her mouth as she slowly pushed up and made her way to a chair in the lounge. Wiping the dirt and hair off her face, she lazily glance around the lounge. She pressed her forehead into her palms and slowly shook her head. What else could possibly go wrong? She probably should stop asking that, however, because it seemed when she thought all the bad things were over or when she asked whom ever was listening to her thoughts out there.. Something else seemed to go wrong.

Her head shot up as she heard Elena's voice calling out to her to quickly make her way to help her up the cockpit. Cocking her head to the side, it was far better than being down in the gunners nest below. Raising up, she made her way up to the front of the ship as quickly as she could. Sitting beside Elena, she grinned at the girl, her hair flopping around in the air as she did. "Had a rough go a things back there. So, did Rev's crew manage to fix the skiff up right? We getting outta 'ere, or is sumthin' goin' out there?" She said calmly to Elena. Not really having a grasp of what was actually going on, but the exasperated look on her face and the fact that she wasn't in the mood to hear what had happened back on the planet told Charlotte that it was something serious.

Straitening up, she turned back to the front of her seat, and to the control panel before her, taking in the mood of the room. She could tell it was no time to be joking around. Speaking seriously, she readied herself. "Eh, okay. Tell me what I need to be doing. Let's get off this rock as quickly as possible." Her speech patterns had changed completely. No longer did she sound like some backwoods kinda person, she was obviously serious and knew that it was no longer time for playing around... at least for now. "Elena, Tell me what you need, and I'll do it, Pronto. No hesitation. Fill me in on what's happening. I don't like being in the dark."

 

[XxJadePhoenixX]

Elena opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get a word out a man's voice filled the entire ship.

"To the commander of the Courier yacht. From commander of the most immediate Star Destroyer. If your continued refusal to acknowledge our request that you stop the engine and identify yourself doesn't end, I disclaim responsibility for the consequences, unless I receive an immediate answer. Repeat request, stop your engine and identify yourself. End of message," the voice said.

The Jedi just looked at Charlotte and shrugged. "That," she answered. "First thing I need you to do is angle the deflector shield. There should be a button or a control over there or something. They're coming from behind, so divert power to rear shields."

Elena kept the ship pointed straight ahead. She had the engine kicking out as much speed as it could muster, bringing them further and further from the star destroyer. After a few seconds an alarm went of, letting her know the First Order capital ship had a lock on them. The First Order captain gave her one last chance to comply and she ignored it. A second alarm went off, alerting them to two missiles speeding right for them. Elena tried to coax more speed by switching power from essential systems to the engines. She borrowed power from weapons and shields to get a small boost from the engines but it wasn't enough. The missiles were still gaining on them. Finally, she gave up and turned to Charlotte.

"Take the controls," she told her.

Charlotte looked surprised, she was about to voice an objection but Elena had already flipped her seat around. She closed her eyes and reached out with one hand towards the incoming missiles. All she had to do was trigger the warheads and the missiles would explode. It wasn't exactly something she learned at the temple, but she hoped it wasn't much different from manipulating a lock. With her face scrunched up in concentration, she focused on the closest missile first. The seconds felt like minutes as they passed, her mind working its way through the inner workings of the warhead. Caressing propulsion systems, fuel, payload and guidance systems with an invisible hand. After what must have felt like an eternity she heard a sudden explosion from somewhere behind her. One down, one to go, she thought as she focused in on the second missile. This one was harder than the first. It was much closer now than it had been before and the panic welling up deep inside her was distracting. Without even realizing it she started talking to herself.

"Almost got it, almost...," she muttered quietly. "There," she cried at last followed by a second explosion that rocked the ship.

Alarms were blaring all over the cockpit and the ship was sent veering out of control. The shields were also down, but they had absorbed most of the blast. Elena was tossed out of her seat and fought to get back up. With the ship in a tailspin it was hard to stand. FIghting against the g-forces she pulled herself back to the pilot's seat and sat down, grabbing the controls and fighting against the spin. Another alarm went off indicating another lock from the Hecate. Elena wasn't waiting around to try that again, she punched in the coordinates for Nar Shaddaa and activated the hyperdrive. The ship came out of its tailspin just in time for the stars around them to elongate then disappear, being replaced by the blue and white tunnel of hyperspace. The two companions allowed themselves a moment to breathe. That was when a sudden thought entered Elena's mind.

"Of all the systems within a jump of Cantonica the First Order followed us exactly to Zyggeria," she said aloud, mostly to herself. Then she stood and turned to leave the cockpit. "I need to make a phone call," she announced, "If you need me I'll be in my room."

Before leaving the cockpit she reached out a hand behind her then summoned the briefcase from beneath the copilot's seat to her waiting palm. "I'll separate your money, don't worry," she threw back over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bowels of the ship...


[Location: Courier-class Yacht enroute to Nar Shaddaa / Mentioned: Charlotte ( BabyBundt )]

 

[BabyBundt]

"Of course, they found us again.. What a surprise." Charlotte exclaimed, rolling her eyes. She took the controls from Elena, picking up the transceiver. "Listen here, you empire scum. I don't know why your so intent with shooting this vessel down, but all I've got aboard is some credits I won from a casino and that's about it! Now frag off and I'll get back to business." She said, grinning at Elena. She doubted that they'd believe or listen to her, but at least she got to tell her mind to the New Order. It'd probably make them angrier than they already were, but at this point, what did it matter. She accelerated the skiff toward the inky darkness that was space. She wasn't a pilot, by any means, but she knew the basics of getting to space. "Did they repair the hyperspace drive or do we have to put-put to where you wanna go?"

"Oh, and forget about the credits. I'll get them later after we get you to where we need to go." Charlotte picked up the comms again. "Besides, you cheeky bastards, do you know how much you cost me in repairs on my ship?! You'd better recompense me for what I had to pay, else wise I'll start spreading the stories that you attack people for no reason!" She once again grinned at Elena widely, laughing to herself after she'd said to the new order comms man. She wasn't expecting a friendly response, but at the very least hoping that she'd given them pause. Enough so that they'd get a moment to escape and warp to where Elena needed, without being quickly followed by them. Of course, by the time they'd realized they'd been hoodwinked, they'd follow where they'd jumped to. They seemed extremely keen on getting their mitts on Elena, and now that Charlotte had become her friend... She wasn't gonna let that happen without a serious fight.

She flew the ship into the sky, breaking past the atmosphere and Charlotte waited for coordinates and then she'd engage the hyperdrive. She was somewhat excited to meet this person that Elena was looking for, particularly with that case of credits. It seemed incredibly important to Elena, and she seemed worried about getting there as soon as possible. Charlotte thought that with her on board, that she'd slowed her down, but now that things were getting more and more serious... Well, now was the time to get moving and get Elena to where she needed to be...

(( XxJadePhoenixX || Jackson123 )))​

 

[Jackson123]

“Radar contact lost, sir. She had jumped into hyperspace.”

The captain seems slightly chagrined, but it’s also an expected outcome in his mind.

“CIC, Bridge, what happened to the missile?” He said to the intercom.

“The last data log from the missile suggests it’s been manipulated by the Force to self destruct.”

“The Force...seems she’s more powerful than we expected.” Captain murmured to himself. But at least now that’s confirmed it’s the Jedi on board that vessel, and if the transmission were to be believed she is accompanied by at least one female, with the cash she got from the deal in Canto Bight and maybe more. Interesting.

“Hyperspace tracker, got any signal?”

"Very confused echoes, sir. It looks as if she disappeared....no contact” the tracker operator reported.

As expected. That’s just a prototype after all. The captain could imagine how handy this device would be once the teething issue had been solved, but that would take some time to to work out all the problems.

“She’s given us the slip, number one.” Captain let out a sigh and said to the executive officer.

“What’s your next order, Captain?”

“What do you think? Nothing we can do at the moment.” Matthias shrugged “All hands stand down from general quarters, set condition three...oh, and don’t forget lunch time commence as usual. We’ve been chasing that Jedi whole night and morning, everyone must be ravenous by now.”

“Aye aye sir. All crew stand down form general quarters, set condition three, lunchtime commence as usual.”

The captain nodded.

“Sir, I’ve got report from the ground team.” The second lieutenant walk into the bridge.

“It seems you could bring me news every time you walk into my bridge, second lieutenant." "Sir?" "Report.”

“We’ve located the berth where the suspect had docked her yacht, the ground team found the security footage from the port authority, and we’ve identified a man that the Jedi had talked to while she was there.”

“Is that so, then, who is this man?”

“A Duros, goes by the name of Rev. He looks like and sounds like he’s hiding the truth when we interrogated about where the Jedi could be heading to, currently we have locked him up in solitary confinement.”

Solitary confinement, that means tiny cell that contain a bed, sink and toilet, with meals delivered through a slot in the door. Overhead light kept on in the cell at all times. A week like this would surely be enough to break a civilian into talking, but the First Order might not have this kind of luxury in times they can spare.

“Outstanding, second lieutenant, good job.” The captain said, a smile was brought to his lips. The XO noticed it, it was the Captain’s first attempt at a smile today, unlike the Executive Officer who almost always maintained a ‘business as usual’ fake smile, the Captain always brought with him a serious demeanour. Perhaps it boded well, perhaps they will eventually catch the Jedi afterall.

“Captain, if I may, can I oversee the interrogation?”

“Of course, number one. Of course. But that can wait, let’s have our meal first...How’s the contract with the Mandalorian you’ve talked of going?”

“Still negotiating the details, sir.”

“Ha, professional have standards, carry on then, I’ll be awaiting the good news.”

(Mention: Skyrte )

 

[XxJadePhoenixX]

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, Elena. What are you talking about? The First Order followed you through hyperspace? That's impossible," the holographic image of Fanty said. He crossed his arms and gave her a flat stare.

"I know," Elena answered in an exasperated tone, "but they did it somehow!"

Fanty's expression changed to one of concern. "Are you suggesting they could follow you here?"

She nodded. "Yes. They could already be on their way."

Fanty rubbed his chin thoughtfully. If they came out of hyperspace at the same time then Elena was as good as caught already. That is, if what she was saying was true. If not he would have to make plans to ensure they couldn't find her. That was going to be difficult on Nar Shaddaa. Known as the Smuggler's Moon, Nar Shaddaa was home to criminals and bounty hunters both. Fanty had an agreement with the local Hutt syndicate to run his business here, but that didn't give him carte blanche to control every bounty hunter on the planet. Elena was going to have to leave almost as soon as she arrived.

"Alright," he said finally, "when you get here bring your ship to my private hangar. I'll pay off the port authority to ignore your arrival. That's gonna come out of your cut."

Elena winced. That was going to be a pretty hefty sum, no doubt. "What about the First Order?"

"I'll deal with them, don't worry," he assured her, "Just get here as fast as you can."

Then the transmission cut and the holocommunicator powered off. She picked it up off the floor and shoved it back into the shoulder satchel laying on the bed. She turned around and ran her eyes over the room. This ship was extravagant beyond her wildest dreams. She doubted the person she stole it from was going to let it go so easily. She would have to dump it at some point, preferably after the First Order loses her scent. Right now she would need this ship to stay one step ahead of them. With a sigh, she crossed over to the doorway and left the room. She headed back to the passenger lounge and wandered into the galley. She found some bottled water in a refrigeration unit then headed back out into the lounge. She practically fell into an empty seat at one of the tables, not quite realizing how exhausted she was. She took a swig of the water and spent a moment to savor the taste of it as it hit her tongue. The lounge was easily the largest room on the ship. There were tables for eating, couches for lounging, holovids large and small dotting the walls at all the seating areas and even a full-sized bar full of liquor from places she couldn't identify. She could probably cut ties with Fanty and make enough money on her own just selling the things on this ship, even the ship itself.

A moment later Charlotte entered the lounge and headed straight for the alcohol behind the bar. "The meeting with my client is set," Elena told her, "He says he has a plan for dealing with the First Order. I just hope it works, I could really use a nap."


[Location: Courier-class yacht enroute to Nar Shaddaa / Interacting: Charlotte ( BabyBundt )]

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Galen tried really hard to calm his nerves to no avail. Getting a call to come to meet with the Old Man was never a good sign. An invitation to the Captain's quarters meant either a promotion or a chastisement and Captain Matthias rarely handed out promotions. As he took the turbolift to the upper decks his mind raced trying to figure out why he was summoned. It couldn't have had anything to do with his work. His performance in his duties was nothing short of exemplary. He ran a tight ship down in the hangar bay and his crew was one of the best in the whole of the First Order. WIth a sigh he tried again to relax his shoulders as the turbolift doors opened permitting him access to the upper deck. He headed down the corridor to the Captain's quarters trying his best to ignore the growing lump in his throat. There were two guards posted outside Matthias' quarters, as soon as they saw him one of them rapped their knuckles on the door. The Captain permitted him entry and the guard hit the button to open the door. Galen quickly stepped inside then immediately snapped to attention.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"


[Location: Resurgent-class Star Destroy, Zyggeria / Interacting: Matthias ( Jackson123 )]

 

[Skyrte]

Janah Jorvedd - Location: Zygerria

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Janah rose an eyebrow at that comment, that the Grand-Master Jedi, Luke Skywalker was a war criminal. This contract had his attention and curiosity. He glanced down at the file, containing the contract and its information, on his Heads Up Display, and had the file stored away. The offer of essentially unlimited support also was surprising, bounty hunting contracts usually never had support like this. It was more like he was being hired as a third-party specialist for a military operation.
He sighed.
"I won't take the contract, yet. I want to see this Jedi for myself. I'll prepare, and send a message if confirming if I want to take the contract or not." The Mandalorian said, there was a lot to think about, and a lot to prepare for. Especially considering he didn't have any blasters, at all, but they didn't know that. "You'll hear from me later." He finished, shutting off the HoloNet communicator. As soon as the communication was cut, he leaned back on the bench and sighed loudly.
"Are Jedi really like that?" Kesi asked,
"No, Jedi are peace loving, self-defense preaching warrior-monks. Which makes this contract even more curious. This is out of character for them, I want to find out why. Though stay out of the way of a Sith, they're the ones you should look out for." He explained, speaking normally now, "Still, they're so rare now that hardly anyone's ever seen one. I can count the number of people who have seen one recently on my two hands, maybe one, and my people tend to be magnets for those sorts of Force-wielders. Or they're the magnets for Mandalorians, either works." He said with a shrug, "I should head out. I've got a lot of shopping to do on Nar Shadda, I know a few armorers who enjoy my company there. May I have two bottles of the uh... we'll go with the Abrax Cognac." He put down the credits on the counter for the alcohol.
Kesi went and grabbed the two bottles, putting them in a bag for him, "Careful there, getting drunk on Nar Shadda isn't such a good idea."
"I'll be light on the Abrax, thanks though." Janah replied, taking the bag, and heading out of the cantina.

...

Janah walked into the starport and went to his hanger, the open top, circular hanger held a well cleaned dark grey and orange starfighter. It was sleek, narrow, shaped more like an archaic aerospace fighter than a modern starfighter. But that gave it advantages. It was an aggressive ship, in name and in design. A Fang-Class Starfighter constructed by Sorosuub and MandalMoters, an extremely quick and maneuverable, tried and true, battle tested fighter preferred by the Mandalorian people. In the right hands it was a vicious craft, and the Mandalorian pilots that trained Janah loved to run simulated battles, with no holds barred, thanks to them, he learned enough to get approved for one. And he was a decent enough pilot too, capable of besting a couple Mandalorian fighter pilots, though he was never able to get the better of the true aces.
The starfighters cockpit opened and he jumped into the seat. "This is Zen Mode, requesting take off."
"Negative Zen, airspace is to be clear for another 10 minutes." The Air Traffic Controller responded.
"Huh?"
"Look for yourself, Zen."
Janah looked up from his controls to the ATC tower and saw the ATC himself through the glass, the man pointed at a screen on the back wall, and the Mandalorian lowered his rangefinder to zoom in on the screen. It was a news show, and apparently the First Order was in orbit, and had launched missiles at a yacht. And strangely enough, the missiles detonated before hitting the yacht, by themselves. No countermeasures or anti missile systems were launched by the yacht. Then the yacht jumped to hyperspace. Janah squinted at the sight, and sat back down, giving the ATC an appreciative nod. Several hours later, after an uneventful take off, he had jumped to hyperspace to Nar Shadda, landing at a familiar, small, secure spaceport. And only moments after that, he found himself in front of a familiar weapons store, a bottle of Abrax Cognac and two glasses in hand.

 

[Jackson123]

On board the Hecate, when referring to the captain’s quarter, it’s usually referring to the stateroom near the navigation bridge.

Nice and compact, a bid bigger than most officers stateroom but not by much, simple durasteel panelling, a desk that comes with cabinet, a head and a 6ft long sleeping berth that he can close off with a curtain. The stateroom is always squared away and tidy, like the captain himself.

There’s another cabin down in the lower deck that is meant for the captain to resides, with a big meeting room, a nice office area, it’s own kitchen and a beautiful dining area, the bed is also larger and more comfortable, that cabin is designed with elegant wooden panelling carved with decorations, to accommodate the extra hazard, halon tanks were installed next door to flood out all the oxygen in case of fire. But Matthias rarely use that cabin, it’s reserved for meeting or guest entertainment.

As the captain of a Star Destroyer, he is always on duty when the ship is out in space, and he wants to ensure he could respond quickly to the bridge when the OOD watch calls upon him for emergency situations. Matthias believes most of his classmates from the Imperial Naval Academy had done the same after they had taken command of their own boat, doesn’t matter if they’re those small corvette or these mighty Star Destroyer.

“Galen, please, take a seat.” The captain eyes upon the senior chief petty officer and gestured him to sit down on a chair. He then went over to take out a set of cups, and poured two cuppa of tea.

"Deychin tea, ported directly from the planet of Shili." Using the tweezers to put in two sugar cubes, Captain Matthias slowly stir the tea with a silver spoon without hitting the wall in the small cup.

"All these years, you had performed with a meritorious record in your service, Galen." Matthias said inattentively, as if he was simply addressing the weather today. "Men of your talent, experienced petty officers like yourself are without a doubt what forms the backbone of our war effort. I believe you to be a brave and a skilful soldier, which, of course, I like. I also believe you do not mix politics with your profession, in which you are right. You have conscience in yourself, which is a valuable, if not an indispensable quality. You are compassionate, which, within reasonable bounds, does good rather than harm even in military service."

"And yet, Galen, I think it best for you to know that there are some things in regard to which, I am not quite satisfied." the old captain placed the silver spoon in the tray and picked up the cup, take a sip of tea, breathing in the rich aroma. "I know you have questions you want to ask, regarding our recent operations. I don't have any problems with questions or doubts, now that we are in the private of my stateroom, you may ask what you want answer to. This conversation is only between you and me."

(Interaction: Galen XxJadePhoenixX )

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The water fell from the tap above Rev, being tied down immobilised in this tiny cell, and he couldn’t see the water droplets before they landed safely on his head... he could only hear them...

He could only feel the cool droplets exploding as they hit the hard surface of his head.

The dripping had started ten minutes ago... or was it ten days? his concept of time was eluded as the only thing that could grasp his attention were the cool droplets running down his face.

Drip

Eight Thousand Fourty-Two

Drip

Eight Thousand Fourty-Three

Drip

Eight Thousand Fourty-Four

His can feel his mind slowly deteriorating in anticipation of when each drop will fall. He feels as though the water is eating a hollow in his forehead like dripping water would eat a hollow in a rock

All the Duros could hear was the menacing, hollowing sounds of the drops of water. The one spot on his head that they’d kept hitting was now numb, Rev could feel the patch of skin that felt frozen compared to the rest of his head. Rev didn’t care about anything anymore, Rev just wanted them to turn off this damned tap... Rev WANTED THEM TO TURN IT OFF! This couldn’t get any worse......

The cell open with an unexpected bang, Rev is downright glad of it when two First Order officers drags him out of his cell.

“Stand still. Eyes to the floor.”

A squad of stormtroopers passed by in front of him in synchronised steps.

“Walk on.”

They stopped in front a room. Dull and white all around, a big glass is placed on the wall, but Rev didn’t know that was a one way mirror——not that knowing it would help his situation.

In the middle of the room, a man in grey uniform is sitting behind a desk.

“Sit down. Hands under your thighs, palms down.” The interrogator calmly ordered, Rev hesitated for a bit, but eventually did as he said. That was for the odor sample that the First Order would later collect from the chair pad.

“What do you have to tell us?” The calm voice asked.

“I know nothing, and done nothing.” Rev tried to play tough with all the courage he can muster

“You’ve know nothing and done nothing...” the Interrogator cracked a twisted smile to his lips “Then we’d like to jog your memories a bit, Mister Rev. Explain this, earlier today, you are captured in this security camera footage. Who is this woman?”

“Her name is Elena, Elena Connor, I...I own her a favour from a trouble I ran into with the Guavian Death Gang, that's all I know about her."

"Your friend just fleded from this system. Where is she heading to?"

"I don't know, she didn't even tell me she's going to leave or she had stirred trouble with the First Order for that matter! I first heard about it from the News like everyone else!"

"Then, what were you two talking about on the berth?"

"Just her ship's hyperdrive is broken and needs repair. Nothing else." Rev's cocked his head to the side and shuffles his feet, and look away from the interrogator.

The Interrogator quickly jotted down several sentences on his note.

"How is Isabella?"

"Who?

"Your wife, Rev. I'm sure you know your own wife's name?"

"I do, but how the kriff do you?"

The interrogator tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. Rev had began to sweat.

"I'm simply wondering how your wife is."

"She's... fine, why the kriff do you care?"

"She's lovely, and your beautiful daughter too, Sophia. Lovely people, all of them."

"What are you getting at, here?"

"Just saying I would hate to see them abducted and executed just because they happened to be unwittingly married to a wrong person. Wouldn't you agree?"

The interrogator pulled several papers from his files piled up on the desk. Photographs. He flipped through them slowly for the benefit of the mechanic. An orbital surveillance photo of Isabella walking to the grocery store. Another photo of her getting the newspaper. Photos of the school, of Sophia at the playground, playing hid and seek with her friends of same age.

"Want to see them again? how about you tell your girl here why you did this." The interrogator said calmly as the closed door is being knocked.

To the horror of Rev, his wife and 6-year-old daughter is present outside the interrogation room under the escort of stormtroopers. Being in an unfamiliar place, the terror plainly evident on their faces. "Did you do this, daddy?" the child daughter softly asked.

"Like I said. Lovely people, and I'd hate to-" The interrogator said as he pulled out his SE-44C officer's blaster pistol from his holster.

"Enough!" Rev's features were twisted in anguish. "Enough...Just... just don't hurt my family."

"That depends on you." the interrogator gestured the stormtroopers to take the girls away "You have my word that no harm will come to them, as long as you cooperate."

"Elena...she told me she was heading to Nar Shaddaa."

"And who is it that she is working for?"

"I don-"

The interrogator violently chambered a round into his blaster.

"A man named Fanty! Oh for force-sake, she is working for a man named Fanty in Nar Shaddaa!"

As Rev became visibly worn out, on the other side of the one way mirror, the Executive Officer nodded in approval with his iconic smiles "This kid has some funny ideas! Let the captain know we've had the information we need."

 

[BabyBundt]

Charlotte nodded as Elena spoke about needing a nap, and if the ship could fly to where they needed it to go.. Well she'd go and nap right along with her, and was one of the few times in her life that she wished to have a droid around. Shrugging and pulling her hair back behind her head into a lazy bun, she smirked at Elena "Go ahead hun, catch a few winks while you can. Might as well make use of this fancy yacht while we still have it, besides I bet there is a comfy bed in here that was..." Charlotte caught herself before she said any more, waving her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that. Just go find a comfy bed in here. There's gotta be one, I'll be upfront of ya' need me!" Turning to walk away from Elena, Charlotte laughed to herself, wondering what just might've happened on these beds and chairs, pretty much anywhere in this upgraded fancy ship. It gave her the shivers and she decided not to think about it.

Sitting in the pilots seat, she stared into the multicolored place that was them in hyper speed. It was amazing to look at, but she knew at the end of where ever it was leading them would be safe at first, but if the New Order, the damned nerf herders had anything to do about it, they'd find them some way. It made her wish that she'd dealt with Rev, because if there were any camera's in the space port then they'd see Elena dealing with Rev. And if they got their frakking hands on that footage, well they'd find some way to get it out of him. Charlotte didn't have anyway the New Order could hurt her. Anyone she knew was out of the New Orders reach or were dead. They couldn't threaten a damn thing outta her, but with Rev.. He had family, and the New Order was not so kind that they use his Daughter to pull information outta him, the shukking scum they were.

They burst out of hyper drive a short distance from the planet Charlotte recognized as Nar Shaddaa. 'Now what in the stars does Elena want here? Just who was she looking for on this planet?!' She thought as she scratched the back of her head. She brought the ship to a slow cruise, just to let Elena rest a bit more. Twisting her face in thought as she stare at the planet from where they were. It was clear that Elena had gotten herself into the wrong crowd, unless she was using them to get information. Even then, they'd probably be more likely to blast her in the back rather than give her what she'd wanted. She looked over her shoulder with a worried look, then back to the planet. "This don't bode well Charlotte. You just keep finding a bigger shovels to make the hole that you're digging even deeper.." She said softly, shaking her head. Shrugging once more she said aloud "At the very least, you're life isn't unexciting! One adventure after the next, and someone to join you through them!"

(( XxJadePhoenixX ))​

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[XxJadePhoenixX]

Elena was on her way back to the cockpit when she overheard Charlotte talking to herself. One adventure after the next, she thought. This isn't an adventure, this is my life. I don't even know what I did to deserve this. The first time the First Order came looking for her they called her a fugitive, but they never specified what she was guilty of doing. The Jedi temple had just been destroyed, she barely survived, her life was in a tumble and suddenly she was wanted by one of the most powerful entities in the galaxy and she didn't know why. Everything she did after that was for survival. She had to keep moving because if she ever stopped the First Order would catch her. With a sigh she entered the cockpit and set a pile of credits down on the console in front of Charlotte before sitting down in the pilot's seat. The pile was the exact amount of credits Charlotte had won before Elena unceremoniously ran into her. Without saying a word the Jedi took over control of the ship from the copilot and banked the vessel away from the starport towards Fanty's private hangar.

"Look, the person we're about to meet values his privacy. He doesn't know you, so don't expect a warm welcome," Elena said as she angled the ship down into the lower levels of the city. She didn't say much after that, she wasn't feeling very talkative, unlike Charlotte who talked enough for the both of them.

Fanty's private hangar was deep down among the lowest levels of the city, away from the neon lights of the of the surface. Elena piloted the ship down into the hangar and carefully lowered the vessel to the ground. This time she made sure the ship made contact with the ground before cutting the engines. Outside in the hangar bay she saw three people waiting for her. Fanty and his person guard and one other, a one-armed Mandalorian. Fething hell, she cursed under her breath. She hit the switch to lower the boarding ramp then left the cockpit and exited the ship, but not before stopping to get Fanty's money. Charlotte was right on her heels but said nothing, she could tell there was a change in Elena's demeanor.

Once outside Fanty stepped forward to greet her but Elena cut him short but shoving the briefcase into his chest. "Why are you here," she asked the Mandalorian.

Fanty fumbled with the briefcase a bit then looked between her and the Mando. "I didn't call him," he said, "He came here looking for you."

"Well, here I am. I'm fine, now you can go," Elena told him.

Jacen Kryze, a Mandalorian from the House of Kryze shook his head. "You know it doesn't work like that, Jet'ika," he said, "I swore an oath to return you to your people."

"My people are dead, Jacen, and if you keep trying to raise me you'll be dead too. I can't lose anymore friends, so please," she begged him, a look of anguish in her eyes.

He looked at her then back at her friend. Elena, realizing her manners, suddenly turned to Charlotte. "Jacen, Fanty, this is Charlotte. She helped me out on Cantonica, I wouldn't have been able to escape if it weren't for her."

"Then it seems I owe you a debt," Jacen said, stepping forward and offering Charlotte his hand. "Elena is my..."

"Daughter, kind of," Elena interrupted him, "The Mandalorian word for it is foundling. I met Jacen shortly after leaving the temple. Long story short, the Mandalorian code forbids them from leaving abandoned children to their fate so Jacen adopted me. For awhile, at least. Then someone more powerful than me came looking for me and, well... Let's just say when we first met he had two arms."


[Location: Fanty's Hangar, Nar Shaddaa / Interacting: Charlotte ( BabyBundt )]

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Galen let his shoulders relax, but his back was still rigid. He still had some questions as to what this summons was about but when the Captain started talking it suddenly became clear. The things he said about the Jedi in the hangar. That young officer ratted him out. He looked down at the cup of tea he held in his hands but refrained from taking a sip. "Sir," he began, trying to choose his words carefully, "This girl we're after, she's about the same age as my daughter before she...," he left the rest hanging in the air.

The loss of his wife and daughter to pirates still hit him hard even years after it had happened. It was why he joined the First Order navy in the first place. He believed in the message of restoring order to the galaxy, but he didn't anticipate that his service would eventually have him trying to catch a child. "It's just, this mission--doesn't it feel like the force we brought to bear was a bit excessive? She shot at our men with a blaster and used a laser sword to cut open a door. The mission dossier says this girl is extremely powerful, but I just don't see it. I mean, there are legends, but does the Force even really exist?"


[Location: Hecate / Interacting: Matthias ( Jackson123 )]

 

[Jackson123]

"Do you think we're putting codswallop into our official documents, Galen?" the captain seems to find the question amusing in it's nature "And, despite the force we had deployed to have her capture, she got away, hasn't she? Just the psychokinesis power she utilized to disarm our missiles in of itself had already prove the level of power that she possess. And, on top of all that, I never thought you were one that would judge a book by it's cover. If it had been a middle aged muscular man that had shot at our comrades with a blaster, would this same question be linger in your mind right now?"

He took another sip of the well brew Deychin tea.

"Galen, this isn't a sports game, it's not about the spirit of fair play. We need to achieve our goal with best chance of success, minimizing the collateral casualties that would cause in the process. And that girl, she hold the information we need, a vital information that would have assist in toppling the New Republic and end this war quickly. Of course, final victory will still be ours even without her, the corrupt bureaucracy of the New Republic is not build to last, but if we had succeed in this task, billions of tragic deaths, like your wife and daughter, could be avoided in the course of next few years. It is inevitable that our First Order and the New Republic will come into conflict, and what we're doing today is to lessen the damage, nothing to do with personal animosity."

The captain paused for a moment to finish the cup of tea he had in hand.

"What I now ask of you is military success, and I will personally take the risk of my decisions. The Hecate will support you to the utmost of her ability, which is neither more nor less than she has done and will do for all level of commands. The crew of a starship is a family, Galen, all eighty-two thousand of us are in this together, there's no secret that can be kept for long. I fear the words of you having doubts on the task we are working for will turn against you, as the commander of this vessel I shall assist you to put it out as far as I can, because neither you, me, nor Grand Moff Tarkin, if he were to be alive again, could get any good result out of it had such spirit prevails. Wouldn't you agree?"

 

[BabyBundt]

Charlotte remained silent throughout the whole conversation, which was abnormal for her. She did want to comment on things that were happening but Elena had asked her to be quiet, so that's what she did. Keeping an eye on everything that was happening, knowing that the planet they were on was not a kind one. A place for back alley gambling and a place that the Hutt's ruled over. So, needless to say, it was not a safe place to make deals at. But, she trusted Elena to know what she was doing, but still she kept a hand closer to her blaster. Not so much so that it was obvious that she was doing so, but if the need arose, she'd be able to quickly draw it out.

It gave her pause when she heard a tone change in Elena's voice... One that Charlotte wasn't used to hearing coming from her. It almost sounded like she was begging or pleading to one of the people. Raising a brow, she watched as one of the people walked toward her offering a hand out to her, thanking her. He was interrupted by Elena who explained what the man was going to. "It's nothing. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for here, and I don't mean that in a bad way. To be honest, I didn't care for the kid at first, but she grew on me." She said with a wide smile. "Although, I bet she sometimes prefers I weren't with her. At least tha's what I think anyhow." She said glancing over at Elena, grinning "But don't worry none, I ain't goin' no where. She's stuck with me. No matter what she says!" She said as she laughed out loud. "Though I imagine she'd prefer a quieter companion, eh Elena?" She said, prodding her in the side with her elbow.

Smirking at the pair of people who Elena knew, Fanty and the Mando, watching them as they finished the deal that apparently that Elena had started with them. Her mood had eased as the Mando had greeted her and that was the only one she was really worried about. Fanty didn't giver her much pause. Charlotte was sure that she should still be worried about him, but really if the Mando had worked for or was a companion of Fanty's, then it proved to her that he had some reach on this planet. Still, Charlotte didn't feel comfortable being on this planet for too long. She'd never been here before, and If the New Order DID decide to chase them here, they'd have a hard time getting to them here. They'd have to deal with the Hutt's first and she knew that the Hutt's that resided on this planet did not care one bit about what the New Order wanted, so at the very least they'd be a little safe from them. For a little while anyway.

If the Hutt's did decide that them being on the planet would cause too much trouble for them, they'd hand Charlotte and Elena over without a second thought. Charlotte hoped that it wouldn't come to that, but the New Order were relentless, so it could eventually happen. Even if Elena did happen to have associates and friends living here. Keeping her worries to herself, for the time being she tried to enjoy the current company and silence from the New Order. She needed a break from everything that had happened on the previous place they'd been. Hoping to not get tossed around, and hoping for a strong drink for keeping Elena safe.

(( XxJadePhoenixX ))
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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Chuka Struk​

The shop was dimly lit, just enough light covering the shop and it's wares to show what was available for purchase. Each item had it's own low-level spot light, highlighting it to better present it's appearance. Only three being occupied the shop at this time. The shop owner and their assistant were behind the counter, letting the sole patron peruse the items without interruption.

The patron stood by a selection of exotic and oddly shaped blades, some curved to look like talons to rip and rend soft flesh, and others thin and straight like a laser beam designed to neatly pierce almost anything. The light glinted off the armored vambrace as he reached down to test the heft of one of the blades. Not that he needed a replacement or one to offset his Kal dagger that was nestled on his left hip. His hand flipped the slightly curved blade back and forth before his gauntleted fingers began to walk the weapon through his fingers, as if he were thinking about something.

The angled T-shaped visor on his helmet turned to the shop keeper, nodding and casually tossing the blade onto a pile on a table in the center to the shop, before he moved to a grouping of blaster pistols. There were an assortment of surplus Imperial and Republic blasters with a few Westar's in the mix. "At least there's some quality in the mix." He muttered as he handled a Westar 35, before setting it down to pick up a Bluebolt Blaster. Shrugging as he tossed it into the growing pile, adding a DC-17 as an after thought.

The armored warrior moved to the selection of long arms, which displayed a mixture of energy weapons along with slug throwers and other kinetic launchers to off set the standard array. Under the helmet he raised an eyebrow, turning to give the shop keeper an appreciative nod at the addition of the unconventional choices. The Mandalorian had just picked up a MK II Paladin rifle when the door opened and another armored, but unarmed, and familiar warrior entered carrying a bottle and two glasses. "Su cuy'gar, vaabir Ni copad at kar'taylir meg ru'banar?" (You're still alive, do I want to know what happened?)

[Location: Weapon Store - Nar Shadda / Interacting: Janah Jorvedd ( Skyrte )]