[Originally posted by J'Kal] everyone's stories has gotten me wanting to try my hand at it as well. I know I am no writer but here is my little contribution to the ever growing saga. A small dark Bothan peers out into the patterns of swirling light passing the windows of the AEG-77 as it traveled through hyperspace. A voice from behind him chirps out "you know staring into the void too long will drive you mad J. That's why Imperial SOP is to keep the widows covered". The voice comes from a skinny blue Rodian. The Bothan replies "Nemoo, you shouldn't talk about procedures, last I checked shorts and sandals weren't part of the uniform." The Rodian continues "I guess you do have a lot on your mind with the recent events. You knew that plan was too risky to be attempted. You attempted to warn them of the dangers but they wanted to risk the empire to catch a single rebel. We all knew their arrogance would be their downfall." "You know talk like that could be considered treason" A helmeted figure states as he enters the room from the turbo-shaft. "Yeah but everyone who would is now scattered across a debris field around Endor and it's moons for not listening to the intel and warnings we sent them, Bateau." A alert tone sounds as the ship drops out of hyperspace for a quick course correction. Data from a nearby satellite streams in to the ships computer as it re-calculates the coarse back home to Naboo. Seconds later the ship flashes back into hyperspace. The Rodian scans the information downloaded during the few seconds spent in real space. Visually shocked the rodian exclaims "flash comm from the base" as he flips a switch playing the transmission. *Emergency Imperial Transmission Incoming* *Imperial Code Authenticated* *Transmission Source: Grand Inquisitor Genteel
* "Captain Obiradd, abort Kessel mission!!! It's a trap! Rebel operatives set us up. IACC has been left vulnerable and I suspect all our leads have been falsified. IACC is under attack and I believe all our assets are investigating false leads. Watch your six! (As the transmission continues, it begins to become more garbled as if something is trying to jam the signal.) I'm evacu----the Command Center. Rebels have stolen pl---shield codes. No warning was given. I'll rendez--- with the 47th, if I can on Corusc....." *End of Transmission*
In a cold voice the Bothan states "We're already in route there is nothing we can do to speed up the jump. Prep the ship for combat. We may still be able to do some good once we arrive." The other two reply in unison "Rodger General Atomics". After what seems like an eternity for the crew the alarm sounds as they drop out of hyperspace at their destination. Sensors start flooding the crew with tactical data and scans from the planets surface. A concerned voice from the Nemoo states " The command center is a loss". "Bat, whats the status of the attackers" barks J'kal. "IACC and other bases were receiving orbital bombardment from a pair of MonCal Cruisers." reports Bateau. "The strikes have ceased and it looks like they moving off to jump out. tracking droids deployed. If they run they will not be able to hide" seconds later the cruisers flash away into hyperspace. "Awaiting your orders general".... "Hey J, we are about to drop out of hyperspace." Nemoo says as he pokes his head into J'kal's quarters. In the room he sees J'kal kneeling on a small pad in the center of the room. "haven't seen you do this in awhile" Nemoo continues "and what happened to your display case?" taking note of a small glass case that had been smashed freeing it's contents." J'kal replies it's no longer a decoration. I have need of it once more. I'll meet you on the bridge momentarily." Nemoo turns and exits the room and starts to walk back to the bridge. A voice from behind him ask "How is the General doing?" Nemoo stops and turns towards the voice "I'd guessing he is preparing to start a war, Bat." "About like last time then." Bateau replies "No. I think this time it may be worse" Nemoo states as he looks down towards the floor. The two men continue on their way to the bridge. Entering the bridge Bateau slips into the pilots chair checking the instruments ensuring all is well with the ship. The hum from the hyperdrive falls silent as the ship drops from hyperspace. Bateau starts to follow a coarse of the standard shipping lanes for the system. Nemoo sits down at another console starting to retrieve data from the sensors. The two men sit quietly doing a routine they have preformed countless times before. After a few minutes the Door to the turbolift opens and J'kal steps onto the bridge. "Nice of you to join us" jokes Nemoo. "Whats the status" J'kal asks in a calm quite voice. "The tracking droid the Nemoo and Xia designed worked great. It's continuing to transmit and looks like they have not detected anything as of yet" Bateau replies. Nemoo interrupts "Incoming transmission from ground control" Bateau flips a switch activating the commsystem "Hello, Chandrila control this is Freighter R65GT requesting landing clearance" The comm replies "Freighter R65GT, please follow the nav beacons and proceed to landing pad 56 zone 3" "You got it Chandrila control" Bateau replies adjusting the ships coarse and flipping off the comm. He glances back "All to easy" A young man runs down a docking ramp. He yells ahead "Guys, wait up!" Ahead of him is a group of four men in uniforms of the rebel alliance. "Finally, planetside again and about time we get some RnR." the young man pants slightly winded from the run from the landing pad. One of the men in the group, a Twi'lek, named Nicv'ra turns to look at him "Private Cass, why are we always waiting on you?" The rest of the group chuckles at the comment. "Sorry Sargent, Just trying to contact my family can't believe the war is coming to an end." "lets get a move on we have women to meet stories to tell and drink to be drunk" the Twi'lek says with a smile. The group heads away from the port into town towards the local cantina. Entering the cantina the men look around. The cantina was like many others in port town all over the galaxy. The men go over to a table off to the side close to the stage. On the stage sat a small figure strumming a Mandoviol. The melody being played was slow and somber and it did not seem like the other patrons of the cantina were paying any attention to the music. Off to the side of the stage were a few of the dancers who were sitting in a booth rather then dancing to the music being played. "Did someone die?" Nicv'ra exclaims "We should be throwing a party the empire has fallen and soon the republic will be restored" His comrade cheered at his comments. "So you thing restoring the republic is a good thing?" A small figure ask from a nearby booth. Sgt. Nicv'ra and his party look over to the voice and see a small figure in a cloak sitting in the shadowy booth. "Well of coarse" Nicv'ra replied with a tone of disgust in his voice. "Everyone should be happy that the Empire has fallen. Tyranny is being replaced by peace, freedom and justice and the Jedi order will be rebuilt to ensure that." "Peace freedom and justice." the cloaked figure chuckles "Your rebellion propaganda has you blinded. You have forgotten history. Your republic was flawed and corrupt. It sat in never ending committees while planets were attacked, it allowed, even sanctioned slavery. It sat idle while countless were died do to their inaction. As long as the politicians were not directly affected. And as for the Jedi Order being the protectors of 'Peace freedom and justice' that's even further from the truth. The order routinely slaughtered any who opposed their will and answered to no one. Taking babies from their families to be indoctrinated and used for their cause. The best thing the Empire did was to eliminate the arrogance and self righteousness that was the Jedi order." "Sounds like we have a Imperial loyalist" Nicv'ra replies stumped for substantive rebuttal placing his hand on his sidearm. The figure still sitting in the booth looking down at his drink lets out a small chuckle once more "There is an old Zabrak saying 'i'Shuree sjenor meni i'nuin' My enemy's enemy is my ally" the figure stats in a cold voice slowly raising his head. "enough talking about politics, lets discuss something a little more pleasant. You all are from that Mon Calamari cruiser that just pulled into orbit correct?" "uh, yeah" Nicv'ra replies confused by the figures question. "Good, then you maybe able to answer some questions I have" the figure continues "You recently were in the Naboo system, what were you doing there?" "We, liberated it from the Empires hold by taking out the garrisons there. Why is that your concern?" The Sargent replies looking even more confused. The figure brushing off the Twi'lek's question "Your shuttle just contained your little group here and the couple of troops that are still back at the landing pad guarding it, correct?" "Why is that any concern of yours" Nicv'ra states unsnapping the button on his holster. The rest of the men around the table seeing the actions of their Sargent stand grabbing on to their weapons. As the 5 men start to draw their weapons the cloaked figure lets out a small chuckle. "you don't need your weapons he states in a calm tone. Sargent Nicv'ra repeats back it the same tone "We don't need our weapons" as the five men remove their hands from their side arms. "we should go somewhere more private to continue" The cloaked figure continues " "we should go somewhere more private to continue, follow me to the back room" Nicv'ra replies The six men all stand up and head back into the back room. The small musician on stage still playing the slow sad song shakes his head and lets out a soft chuckle. After a few moments the 5 uniformed men exit the back room and head for the front doors of the cantina. the small cloaked figure heads back to his booth taking a slip from his drink and softly states "all to easy". The group heads back towards the landing pad their mood change. The five men walked heads hanging down seeming troubled by something. "I can't believe what we have done" Private Cass mutters "how could we have let this happen". The group continues back to the shuttle heads down barely uttering a word. The guards left at the shuttle sees the group approach and wave them in "Sargent Nicv'ra, I wasn't expecting you back so soon" the guard states in a cheery tone. "Lets just get back to the ship" Nicv'ra replies, the other men remaining silent. "As you wish Sargent" The men all board the ship and as the pilot prepares for lift off. _______________________________________________________________ Nemoo finishes playing his song on the Mandoviol and turns towards the crowd as the audience gives a soft round of applause. He walks off stage and is greeted by one of the dancer. "That song was so touching and sad" she says as a small tear rolls down her cheek flashing a small smile at the little Rodian. Nemmo thanks the dancer for her compliments trying not to blush as he makes his way over to the corner booth. "You've gotten pretty good with that instrument. I hadn't heard you play in years" J'kal says pulling his hood from over his head. "Thanks J" Nemoo replies "I'm guessing your little talk went well with your friends." "yeah, I'm not sure what they have done but for some reason they seemed like they had a guilty conscious after our talk. I really hope that the guilt does not have them go and do something rash." J'kal says flashing a devious grin at Nemoo. "Ahh, so you resorted to using Jedi tactics I take it." Nemoo states taking a sip of his drink. "If you drop the Hokey religions the force can be used as an effective tool." a soft tone emits from J'kal's communicator "Hello Bat." J'kal stats answering it. "Just wanted to let you know that we can head out whenever you'd like the bird we were watching just flew away" the voice states from the communicator. "Alright, we'll be heading back your way" J'kal states ending the transmission. Looking back at Nemoo J'kal says with a smile "looks like we can get ready to head out." The hum of the shuttle's engines fades away as the it come to rest in the hangar of the Mon Calamari cruiser. "So how was the trip Sargent?" one of the deck hands ask. "The trip was fine. We need to talk to the Captain" Sargent Nicv'ra replies in a cold emotionless tone. Nicv'ra and two of the other men from the shuttle proceed across the hangar to a turbo-lift and up to the ships bridge. The doors of the turbo-lift slide open three men stand near motionless in the doorway. The Ships captain and first officer look up from the charts they had been reviewing. "Can I help you Sargent?" The first officer ask. "You can die" Nicv'ra replies as the three men raise their weapons and spray the bridge with blaster fire. The bridge crew caught unaware had no chance to react or defend themselves. Private Cass and another passenger head in the opposite direction through a set of heavy blast doors. They stare vacantly down the corridor as the walk towards main engineering. The two men entering main engineering stand in the doorway as the crew, obliviously grind away doing their work. The two men close and seal the blast doors into engineering. Blaster fire rings out as the crew members slump to the floor unable to react. In a matter of minutes the five men from the shuttle had taken complete control of the Mon Calamari cruiser and did so leaving the nearly five thousand crew members unaware that anything had just happened. <<<HOLONET-BREAKING NEWS>>> BORMEA SECTOR, CHANDRILLA — An explosion on board a Mon Calamari MC80 Star Cruiser leave thousands dead or missing. The Cruiser was docked at the space station orbiting Chandrilla and 6 other ships, including another MC80 star cruiser, where destroyed as the initial blast caused a chain reaction within the station. It is believed that the explosion was caused by the reactor on the MC80 going critical. Authorities would not speculate what caused the reactor failure but said they were investigating. The explosion occurred at approximately 22:00-GST spreading a field of debris that will be heading towards the planets surface. Ships from Bormea and surrounding sectors are racing towards Chandrilla in an attempt to contain the debris to avoid an ecological disaster. Officials said the debris was considered minimal so far because most of the piece would burn up in the atmosphere. The more massive piece that would pose a threat to the planet would not start entering for at least 2 days hopefully giving the cleanup ships time to reach the planet and neutralize the threat. Rescue teams are currently searching the area for any escape pods that may have escaped the blast. Current reports indicate it is unlikely anyone survived. Unconfirmed reports state there was a transmission from the cruiser just moments before the explosion. The contents of the transmission are rumored to indicate the crew of the cruiser intentionally caused the blast claiming it was the work of "Alliance to Restore the Republic." ...end transmission.