"Old Grudge"
by Gherig Hoff (NPC+)
Reeve
Location: Armored Freighter, FOE-HAMMER
Date: Vadris 6, 4ABY
***
The crime lord Gherig Hoff's eyes were fixed on the display screen before
him. His face was twisted into a sinister grin... at last, he had located
the biggest thorn in his side.
Hoff looked up from the screen at the Rodian aide who stood before him.
"You are sure of this information?" Hoff asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Absolutely," the Rodian replied in his own language. "These security tapes
were stolen from the Thanatos docking-facility two days ago."
Hoff returned his attention to the screen, and his grin widened. The image
on the video clearly showed a man dressed in fine, black clothing
disembarking from a small transport freighter. Hoff recognized the sword
that hung at the man's side... the same sword that had lopped off Hoff's own
hand, two years ago.
"Excellent," Hoff said, turning the monitor off. "I want the bounty I've
placed on his head to be doubled. And make sure every bounty-hunter on
Thanatos is aware of it. I want to see Reeve's head on a fucking platter
before the week is out, do you understand me?"
"Of course, Mr. Hoff," the rodian nodded.
"Meanwhile, have the lieutenant change our course to Tae'Karada," Hoff said.
"I want to be there when Reeve dies, if at all possible."
"As you say, Mr. Hoff," the Rodian nodded again, before turning and exiting
Hoff's chambers. Hoff smiled again, then looked down at his right hand. It
looked normal enough, but it was synthetic... a little going-away present
that Reeve had given him before disappearing.
Since that day, two years ago, Hoff had harbored a special hatred for Reeve,
but the man had proven to be too resourceful for Hoff and his spy-net to
keep track of. Hoff was not the most powerful crimelord in the galaxy -
indeed, he was somewhat minor - and so Reeve managed to slip through his
fingers.
But now, Hoff had finally tracked him down...
There would be no mistakes this time around. Reeve would die, Hoff would see
to that. No matter how much he had to pay some stinking bounty hunter to do
it, Hoff would make sure that Reeve's days were numbered.
"Mr. Hoff," a voice came from the comm-unit on Hoff's desk. "Our course has
been changed, and we shall reach Tae-Karada in approximately three days."
"Excellent," Hoff smiled. "Have you made certain that the bounty on Reeve's
head is common knowledge?"
"Aye sir," the voice over the comm replied. "In a few hours, every bounty
hunter on Tae'Karada will know Reeve is there."
"Good," Hoff nodded. "Very good, indeed."
***
Location: Thanatos
Reeve emerged from his small room in the back of the cantina. It was a
squalid place to have to stay, but it was the best that could be found in a
place like Thanatos. Reeve resolved that he would spend no more time in this
desert than was absolutely necessary.
After a quick breakfast, Reeve returned to his room and grabbed the satchel
he had stolen from Budo Pumbular. It still held the wealth of credits, but
that was not what Reeve was immediately interested in. Instead, his
attention went to one of the satchel's side pockets, from which he produced
a small, syringe-like object full of a strange, purple fluid.
Reeve held the fluid up for a moment and regarded it. This was the serum
that was vitally important to Reeve's life... without it, he would waste
away and die in less than a week. No one in the galaxy knew how to make it
except for Reeve, and Reeve took care to ensure that he always had enough
serum for him to safely get by.
Reeve took the syringe and plunged it directly into his heart, his face
betraying no sign of pain. As the purple fluid disappeared into Reeve's
body, his eyelids fluttered and his fist clenched and unclenched. Finally,
once he had finished, he removed the syringe and returned it to the case.
Immediately, he could feel the serum working its way through his veins.
Once that had been taken care of, Reeve left his room and headed for the
street. Today, he would have a look around Thanatos, see what information he
could dredge up about the local crime-bosses. He had plans on offering his
services to one of them, but first he had to know who to ask.
***
As Reeve walked out of the cantina, a Cathar male watched him leave. Then,
he rose and strode over to his friend, a Twi'lek.
"Is that the one?" the Cathar asked.
"That's him," the Twi'lek replied. "Gherig Hoff is offering 20, 000 credits
for his head."
"Good," the Cathar smiled. "I hate it when they want them alive. How much
time do we have?"
"Hoff is on his way to Tae'Karada," the Twi'lek said. "Be here in about
three days. That, and just about every other bounty hunter on the planet has
heard of this job. Some of them won't touch it - I guess this Reeve character
has a reputation. But there are others who are a bit braver..."
"Then I guess we'd better not waste time," the Cathar said. He and the
Twi'lek rose from their table and headed for the door.
"Marked For Death"
by Reeve
Joren Kurr, Bounty Hunter (NPC)
Jooka Vee, Bounty Hunter (NPC)
Location: Thanatos
Date: Vadris 6, 4ABY
***
"You're the one looking for work?"
Reeve looked down at the weasely-looking man who stood before him. It was
obvious he was scum, but Reeve had heard that this particular piece of scum
had connections that might prove to be of value. Even so, Reeve was loath
to have to actually stand in the presence of a human so loathsome. He
wished he could snap this man's neck for daring to exist, but fought the
urge and forced a smile instead.
"Yes, I am," Reeve nodded. The man nodded back, before turning and spitting
a wad of saliva and phlegm off to the side. Reeve's fist clenched, his
desire to crush this man's throat nearly overpowering.
"Alright," the man nodded. "I represent a powerful... businessman. He's
located in New Plouton, but he often does some scouting from here in
Thanatos when he's looking for new talent."
"May I have this benefactor's name?" Reeve asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not just yet," the man said. "Hell, I don't even know who it is. I just
know one of his recruiters. I can set up a meeting... if you got the creds
for it."
Reeve sighed, and reached into the black satchel. He produced a handful of
credits and tossed them in the man's direction. The man's eyes lit up as he
saw how much Reeve had given him.
"Great!" he said. "Alright... I'll tell the recruiter you're interested.
They'll get in touch with you in about five days or so."
"Why so long?" Reeve asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Dunno," the weasely-looking man shrugged. "My guess, they want to
double-check your background. Anyway - they'll find you, don't worry."
"Very well," Reeve said. "Now, get out of my sight. I find your presence
offensive."
If the man was put-off by this remark, he did not show it. Instead, he
seemed more focused on the credits rather than Reeve's opinion of him, so he
obediently scurried off and disappeared around a corner. Reeve watched him
go, before turning and heading back the way he had come.
***
"Jooka," the Cathar said to his Twi'lek companion. "He's moving."
"I see it," the Twi'lek named Jooka replied with a flip of one of his
head-tentacles. "Where is he going?"
Joren Kurr, the Cathar bounty hunter, watched as his target moved down the
street and rounded a corner, into an alleyway. He turned and flashed a
toothy grin at Jooka.
"He just headed into the alley," he said. "Too good to be true."
"Box him in?" Jooka asked, his hand moving down towards the handle of his
blaster.
"Right," Joren nodded. "Go around the other side. Hurry, don't let him get
by you."
Jooka nodded and ran off in the other direction. Joren watched him go for a
moment, before turning and following Reeve into the alley.
***
Jooka smiled to himself as he ran. He couldn't help it - this was always the
part he loved best.
Jooka had only been a mediocre bounty-hunter before he'd hooked up with
Joren. But once he had met the Cathar, things had changed. They had worked
together on one bounty, agreeing to split it down the middle. Of course,
Jooka had been suspicious of betrayal, but to his surprise, Joren had kept
his word and split the bounty.
The two of them realized they worked well together, and decided to partner
up. Between the two of them, they had never failed to collect on a bounty.
Already, they were beginning to make a name for themselves in Thanatos, and
Jooka was sure that before long, they'd be more feared than any bounty
hunter in the galaxy.
As Jooka rounded a corner into the alley, his smile faded. He looked around,
seeing no sign of their target. At the other end of the alley, he could see
Joren, his blaster in hand, looking around with a confused expression.
Jooka and Joren moved down the alley towards each other, meeting in the
middle. Joren looked around again, then at Jooka.
"Where did he go?"
"I didn't see him," Jooka said. "He couldn't have just disappeared!"
"You must have let him get out on your end, Jooka," Joren said, shaking his
head.
"No!" Jooka protested. "I'm telling you, he didn't come out on my side, he
must have--"
Jooka stopped, mid-sentence. He saw the flash of light too late to do
anything about it, but the whole thing still seemed to move in slow motion.
He saw the long, metallic blade shoot out of a shadowy area between two
buildings, plunging deep into Joren's chest. He saw his Cathar partner's
teeth and eyes clench tightly shut, as blood began pouring down his body.
With a sudden jerk, the blade withdrew and disappeared into the shadow
again. Joren's legs gave out, and the Cathar tumbled to the street. Jooka
could see his lifeless eyes staring off into the distance... Joren was dead.
Terrified, Jooka looked back to the shadow where the blade had come from,
and saw the target emerge. His sword was drawn, his eyes full of darkness,
his face twisted in an evil smile. Jooka tried to raise his blaster, but was
too overcome with fear to do it. He fumbled, dropping the blaster to the
street.
Seeing he had dropped his weapon, Jooka pressed against the opposite wall of
the alley, too terrified to run, to fight back, to do anything but stare
into those dark eyes.
Reeve's hand shot out, grabbing Jooka by his collar, and lifting him into
the air. He brought the Twi'lek close to his face, his smile reducing to a
slight smirk. Jooka shook with fear, his eyes clenched tightly closed.
"Tell me," Reeve said softly. "Why are you following me?"
Jooka could not respond - the words stuck in his throat.
"I'll ask you again, and then I'll take a finger," Reeve said, his voice
calm and emotionless. "Why are you following me?"
"Th-there's a b-b-bounty on y-you," Jooka said, trembling.
"There's always a bounty on me," Reeve said. "Tell me something I don't
know."
"The price j-just doubled..." Jooka said. "The c-crime lord n-n-named Hoff."
"Hoff," Reeve said, shaking his head. "Still chasing me after two years..."
"H-he knows y-you're here," Jooka said. "He's d-d-doubled the bounty, and
h-he's coming."
"What?" Reeve asked.
"He wants to make s-sure you're d-d-dead," Jooka said. "S-so he's coming
here. H-he'll be here in three days."
"Three days," Reeve mused. "And I assume that every bounty hunter in the
system is aware of the bounty?"
Jooka could only nod. Reeve sighed.
"Well, thank you very much for the information," Reeve said.
"W-will you let me go?" Jooka asked.
"No."
Jooka suddenly felt a biting pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw the
long blade sticking through his body. He began to feel weak, and everything
went black.
***
Reeve pulled his sword out of the dead Twi'lek's body and wiped it off
before returning it to its sheath. After making sure no blood had gotten on
him or his clothing, Reeve leaned against the alley wall and stroked his
chin, considering what he had learned.
Gherig Hoff was an old enemy of Reeve's. They had met face-to-face once
before, and Reeve had chopped the crime-lord's hand off during the exchange.
He could have killed Hoff, but had decided it wasn't necessary...teaching
the crime-lord a lesson would be sufficient.
Hoff, it seems, was not about to let such an insult go unpunished. For two
years, Hoff's bounty was on Reeve's head. Of course, there were so many
bounties on his head for varying amounts that Reeve hardly took notice of
one more.
But now that Hoff had doubled his asking price, Reeve felt he was in for
some...difficult times.
No doubt, other bounty hunters would try for him, and these would not likely
be as foolish as the Cathar and Twi'lek that Reeve had so easily spotted
following him out of the cantina that morning. Reeve couldn't dodge
bounty-hunters forever.
But there was good news - Hoff was coming.
Reeve smiled. If he killed Hoff, the bounty on his head would disappear, and
with it, his problems.
Reeve emerged from the alley, silently considering his good fortune. Fate
had given him the opportunity to take care of an old grudge. And if Hoff was
arriving in three days, that meant that Reeve would have ample time to deal
with this problem before meeting with the crime-lord recruiting agent.
Reeve was looking forward to what the next few days would have in store.
"Matters of Security, Part 2"
By: Amii'a Val'or (NPC+)
Col. Merk Krie (NPC)
Lt. Sul Fhurr (NPC)
Location: Mega City of Midgar, Gallor
Date: Vadris 6th, 4 ABY
***
The Freedom's Venture had touched down outside of Midgar. The ship was cloaked and came in
undetected. Amii'a and her escort, a special-ops team, exited the craft and made their way to the
rendezvous point where they were to meet their contact. They traveled by foot to a small village
outside of the Mega City by the dark of night.
Amii'a had traveled to the planet to gather more information on the state of affairs of the world.
She was accompanied by a small covert team under the leadership of Colonel Merk Krie, an old friend
from her days in the Rebellion. Colonel Merk Krie had been an officer with the Imperial armed
forces, an elite Stormtrooper. He and his closest friend and team mate, Lieutenant Sul Fhurr, had
defected to the Rebellion several years before the defeat of the Empire on Tae'Karada. To the galaxy
they were long dead and forgotten, to the New Republic, were they ever caught behind enemies lines,
unacknowledged and disavowed.
"Copy that Beta 3," Merk said into his microphone. "Beta 3 says the perimeter is secure, no
movement."
Amii'a stood by his side, dressed in an all black field uniform as was the rest of her team. She
nodded in acknowledgement.
Where are you? Amii'a thought to herself as she surveyed the immediate area and took account of
those who were with her.
They had been waiting outside of a small village where they were to meet their contact, a reliable
informant. He was overdue.
"How much longer are we going to wait, Colonel?" a female voice whispered.
"As long as we have to, soldier," Merk answered. "You have your orders, when they change, you will
know it. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Beta 1, we have movement," a voice informed over their secure com-link channel. "I repeat, we have
movement, sector 4."
"Beta 3 acknowledged," Merk replied. "Beta 2 can you confirm?"
"Affirmative, Beta 1. We have a yellow and white Gallor Hound, I repeat, a yellow and white Gallor
Hound, Beta 2," Lt. Sul Furr said.
"What?!"
"Sir, yes sir, it's a dog. Standby," Beta 5 replied. "The dog is now pissing on a tree, I repeat, he
is pissing on a tree!"
The team members shared a snicker in the humor of it all.
"Alright, cut the chatter, Beta," Merk commanded. "I didn't know your contact was a canine," he said
to Amii'a who just rolled her eyes.
The dog came loping up to the team, tongue wagging and tail flying. It found Amii'a and plopped to
the ground on its back, kicking its paws to the air and whimpering for attention.
Amii'a bent down, spying something attached to the dog's collar. She removed the cylinder, a
com-link.
The dog sat up and pawed the ground, once, twice, once, and three times again. Amii'a smiled
knowingly.
She set the com-link to the frequency of 1, 2, 1, 3 and the comlink came to life.
"I am sorry I could not come in person, I am hung up elsewhere," a familiar voice chittered over
the secure com-link.
"Apparently so. What is going on?" Amii'a asked both in amusement and some annoyance.
"It is turning into a mess here I'm afraid. Diplomats have gone missing in the wake of the Duke's
passing. An emergency meeting of other representatives have been called. There is talk of civil war,
my friend. I fear darkness is again descending upon Gallor. You must contact the representative
at once, this is all I have for you at this time, I am sorry."
"Acknowledged. Where can we find her?" Amii'a asked.
"She will contact your employer soon enough, Gallor is in need of help. My furry friend will lead you
to a safe house. I have already left word with the representative that you will be there. When she
can, she shall contact you. I must go now, someone is coming."
The com-link went dead.
"So..." Merk said, looking at the dog. "We are to follow the pooch and take this man's word?"
"Yes, we are. He can be trusted, I assure you. We have a job to do, Colonel," Amii'a stated.
"You're the boss."
Amii'a smiled. She retrieved her datapad from her back pack. She punched in a few codes.
"What are you doing?" Merk asked.
"I am accessing the Freedom's Venture's long range communication, to send word back home."
Amii'a punched at the data pad again and then proceeded to type a message:
have made contact. diplomats have disappeared. political unrest. awaiting contact from
representative. will report in 048 standard hours.
Amii'a packed up the data pad. "All right, let's move out."
She whistled at the dog, and he trotted off into the woods. Amii'a and her team followed.
"Hate and Fear"
by Daemor'rah
Quinlan Vos
Xora [NPC]
Location: Kessel Maximum Security Prison
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
"I'm impressed. I thought you would be a lot easier to
break," she said as she looked down at her vibroknife.
It was smeared with blood, that slowly worked its way
down the blade. "I have cut you once for each of my
questions that you have failed to answer... Where
shall I cut next? An eye? An ear?" she asked with a
wicked grin, then pointing the bladed weapon at his
throat. "Your throat?"
The New Republic guard had both his feet and arms in
huge bindings that immobilized him and made impossible
any attempt to escape or even move. But he could still
see and speak. He looked at the white skinned woman in
front of him and merely frowned. "Might as well take
my tongue, too. I'm not trained to answer questions."
"You're trained to be fodder. Trained to die for the
New Republic..." she nodded. "In fact, you're only
alive because of me. Just tell me what I want to know
and you'll go free. Perhaps to start a life on your
own... Why were you aligned with Quinlan Vos against
the Hutts?" she asked.
"I am Advanced Recon Commando A-17, New Republic Army,
under the Command of General Sulkov. That is all I am
authorized to reveal," the trooper answered.
"Why were you aligned with Quinlan Vos against the
Hutts?" Daemor'rah demanded again.
"I am Advanced Recon Commando A-17..." the trooper
began again.
She sneered and waved a dismissive hand at him. "You've
just consigned yourself to a painful death, trooper.
The spice mines here are a real terrible sight," she
told him as she walked out of the room.
As she stepped out she was greeted by one of the guard
chiefs. "Aidus, throw the trooper in with the Jedi.
Perhaps he will be less resilient once he's seen how
we've brutalized a Jedi..." she told him.
"Yes, ma'am. And how does the Jedi himself fare?"
the guard chief asked. "He has resisted conventional
interrogation. But his body is weak. The muscle
maggots we fed him are eating the last of his physical
strength as we speak, even though it can ultimately
kill him..."
"That would displease me, Aidus," Daemor'rah said. "I
don't want him harmed. Not yet."
***In Quinlan Vos' Cell***
The New Republic guard fell onto the floor as he was
thrown inside the cell. Xora rushed to help him stand
up, but the guard wasn't too badly hurt. Just a few
cuts, but mainly superficial.
"You're not dead!" she exclaimed.
"Not yet," the trooper said as he got up. "How are you
doing?" he asked. Alas, he didn't need the answer to
his own question. The girl was free, but the Jedi had
manacles tied to the ceiling that had his arms pulled
up.
"I was waiting to know on your condition," Vos said.
"I'm ok. Though I don't expect to survive my next
interrogation," the guard nodded. "I assume you have
devised an escape plan?"
"First we need these manacles off!" Quinlan said as he
looked up to a few pipes that ran the ceiling. He used
the Force to bend them to a breaking point and water
began to gush down.
"Great!" the trooper sighed. "Now we either drown or
die electrocuted!"
"Or the water shorts out our manacles," Quinlan Vos
argued as the binders broke free from contact with
the water. Once free, Quinlan rubbed his wrists and
nodded. "Now, let me concentrate on the door..." he
said.
As the door was pushed violently off its place, all
three came out of the cell, making sure that no one
knew they were free.
"We need to release the other prisoners," Quinlan said
as he began to move out of there.
"Smart move!" Xora agreed. "A mass jailbreak will
create confusion..."
***Main Tower***
A prison guard came in rushing through the doors. He
was obviously in a hurry. "Commander, the dungeons are
flooding!"
"Vos..." Daemor'rah grunted as she turned to face the
prison guard who had just come in.
***Back in the Dungeons***
The first prison guards to arrive at the corridor had
faced only a few prisoners. The floor was now covered
with water, which made it easy to follow the sound of
the fleeing prisoners. They eventually caught up with
Quinlan, Xora and the New Republic trooper.
"They don't have any weapons! Kill them!" one of the
prison guards cried out.
Quinlan immediately jumped high up with the aid of the
Force, in a dazzling forward somersault. "You think
I'm unarmed?" he asked as they fell on the guards. One
went down as Quinlan kicked him, while another was
severely pushed into the wall and knocked out. The
last one that remained didn't have time to fire his
weapon, as the Jedi master pulled it from his hands
and stunned the last guard with it.
"I thought the maggots were eating you from inside
out!" Xora said in amazement.
"I used the Force to kill them as soon as they used
them. But it was useful to let them think I was
helpless," Quinlan explained.
"I'll never make that mistake!" the New Republic
trooper grinned as he picked up one of the prison
guards' blaster rifles. "But, even we can't defeat an
entire army. We should slip out while we have the chance."
***Upper Levels***
"What's the disturbance this time?" a prison guard
asked another as they walked patrol of a corridor.
"I don't know... Something about escaped prisoners,"
the other one replied.
"And I was hoping for a real fight," the first guard
laughed. But as he did so, Quinlan and the NR trooper
jumped down from the ceiling and each grabbed one of
the prison guards. Quinlan merely placed the guard to
sleep, but the Recon Commando immediately broke the
neck of the guard.
"I told you to use restraint!" Quinlan argued.
"But then I wouldn't have my hands free..." the
trooper answered as he shot towards two more incoming
prison guards, killing both of them. "...for any more
unexpected surprises."
Xora came in behind them and looked at the corpses. At
first she was somewhat shocked. It reminded her of her
brothers. But she dismissed that idea and grabbed a
blaster off one of the dead guards.
"We can't be slowed down by your conscience," the New
Republic trooper said.
"We agreed to slip out quietly!" Vos reminded him.
"It's too late for that. Let's just hope that I shoot
faster than they do," the trooper answered. "This way.
I was brought here. We're near Daemor'rah's appointed
chambers."
They found the chambers empty, but their things were
there, including Master Vos' lightsaber and the New
Republic Recon Commando's gear.
"The landing padds are near. I was awake when we got
here. I think I know the way there..." Xora stated.
Both men nodded and they made their way out.
There were two guards outside, near Daemor'rah's ship.
Other than that no one else could be seen. Silently
but swiftly, Quinlan and the Recon Commando moved in
close behind them and knocked them out, while Xora
guarded the entrance to the building, should anyone
come their way.
"Can you fly that?" Quinlan asked as he pointed out to
the ship that was docked just nearby. Daemor'rah's
ship.
"We're getting out of here before she finds us," the
trooper nodded as he began to follow Xora who was
already making her way to the ship.
"Too late!" Daemor'rah called out. She had just got to
the landing padds herself. "I'm surprised you're
fleeing. I would have thought you'd want revenge," she
said as she came forward with her lightsaber in hand.
Vos took a small leap back to gain a defensive distance
and took his own lightsaber in hand, igniting its
blade. "The first goal in any battle is survival. You
should know that," he told the white-skinned woman.
"Very well then!" she grinned as she charged upon him.
She came down with a fierce strike but Quinlan fended
it off easily. He was about to counter it, but she
kicked him back first.
The Jedi Master regained his balance and came forward.
His blade clashed with Daemor'rah's as they moved. She
tried to strike him in the legs, but he jumped over
her blade.
When the blades crossed and stopped each other, they
were close by. Her ship, however, was already in the
air, with the New Republic trooper guiding it. The
ramp was lowered and he hovered nearby, waiting for
Quinlan. Xora was at the base of the ramp to help if
needed. Prison guards were coming by, and surrounding
the place, with blasters at hand.
"Surrender and I will make sure you do not die here,"
Daemor'rah told Quinlan.
Quinlan smiled. "You have my pity, Daemor'rah. You
could have been a great Jedi Master. One of the best
and brightest in the Jedi Order..." he said just
before he took a backwards somersault into the ship's
ramp.
Daemor'rah looked up at him. "Your Order has failed,
Master..."
"And now, you fail yourself!" Quinlan told her from
atop the ramp. "Let go of your hatred and fear! It
will not make up for anything! Certainly not for Aurra
who wishes your return!" he added as the ship began to
move out.
The prison guards opened fire, but Daemor'rah turned
back and used the Force to push them down and make
them miss their target. There was one prison guard,
however, who was left intact, and he was using a scope
to aim at Xora. Alas, as soon as he fired, Daemor'rah
threw her lightsaber onto the air, blocking the shot,
and took the weapon off the prison guard's hands,
punching him clean off.
She turned to face her ship and Master Vos one last
time before they flew off and Quinlan was able to see
the tears mount up in her eyes.
"He stole your ship?" Aidus asked as he approached
Daemor'rah.
The white skinned woman safeguarded her lightsaber and
wiped her eyes for a second as she saw her own ship
disappear from sight. "He stole more than that..." she
answered in a whisper as she left the scene.
***Onboard Daemor'rah's Ship***
Xora sat down in the cargobay with Quinlan at her
side. She couldn't believe it... "Why? Why did she
save my life? I mean nothing to her! I have tried to
kill her and I hated her!"
Quinlan sighed with a soft smile. His last words to
Daemor'rah had been a possible final key and he had
felt the turmoil come to pass in his former padawan.
He looked at Xora and nodded. "A Jedi preserves life.
She let go of her hatred and she does not want any
revenge for you attacking her. In fact, she might even
regret what she did to your family..." Quinlan told
her.
"She didn't kill me before and saved my life now..."
Xora said. "No matter how much grief she has given me,
I owe her my life. Twice."
"Then let go of your hatred for her as well and seek
to life a long and peaceful life from here on," Vos
told her. The girl merely nodded and both walked to
the cockpit. They were safe now. But Quinlan still
wondered what would happen to Daemor'rah...
"The Legend?"
by Tidus Highwind
Quistis Knox
Elina Kasn - NPC
Bazon Zak'Keeer - NPC
Location: Cantina in New Plouton
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
Elina entered the cantina and saw that many species
were here, the sound of live music animated the
cantina bar. Elina saw that it was absolutely full, so she
sharpened her senses, but nothing, the place was clean.
Good, father doesn't know what is... Her thoughts
broke right there when she felt something. It came from
the back of the room. She glanced in that same
direction and only after a minute she saw that there was
no cause for alarm, but the person seemed afraid,
nervous.
Elina walked every pace as she saw in the person's
face fear like a wild animal captured and inside
a cage. Elina saw that the woman with black hair was
entering a state of panic. She could hear the woman
trying to breathe, like she was suffering from an
ancient disease called asthma. Elina approached the
woman. "Don't fight it!"
Quistis barely could breathe; a huge pain came from her
chest, she was scared that something was wrong with
her. "Who are you? What do you want?" Quistis spoke
like she barely had a voice on her throat.
Elina kneeled herself and placed her hand over Quistis'
chest. "Breathe at the same time as me," Elina said.
Quistis was much afraid to hear her. "Let the pain
flow through you."
Quistis did what the strange woman said, then the pain
started to dissipate and Quistis calmed down. "Who are
you!"
"I'm the woman that has a job to offer you." Holy I
thought she was going to die. "Are you alright now?"
Quistis nodded. "How did you know to make this pain
go? Why do I have this pain?"
"I'm not the person you want to give the answers."
Elina paused as she took a seat in front of Quistis.
"But next time you feel this way let your body
dissipate the pain."
Quistis looked at her like she was saying the truth,
that soon she would get some answers, but her body
expression... She couldn't read her body expression.
Also her voice... Where do I know that voice? she thought.
"Look, Miss Kasn, thank you for helping me in whatever
I was feeling, but what is this job that you need me,
that you can't hire another person?"
Elina smiled. "You can call me Elina and this is a job
that will interest you, something that might change
the way you see things and might possibly change your
life." Elina looked back as Tidus and a hairy
person accompanied Tidus. Elina recognised him as a Bothan.
"Tidus, darling." She kissed him on the lips. "This is
Quistis Knox, the one I told you about."
"Ah, Miss Knox, a pleasure. Ever since Elina talked to
you, she has being saying that you are the only one to
do this job. To help us is Mr. Bazon Zak'Keeer,
specialist in temples especially the one we are going to."
Quistis shook the hands of both men and nodded.
Everyone sat at the table. The Bothan took the seat in
front of Quistis and Elina sat next to Quistis while
Tidus sat next to the Bothan and in front of Elina.
"So what is this job about? I know that it has
something about the Forgotten Temple of Dathomir?"
Bozan spoke like he was speaking basic for many years.
"Bozan, what can you tell us about that temple for our
friend Quistis, since she is the one still in the dark
here," Tidus spoke as he forced a smile towards
Quistis.
Quistis understood very well that this was one of the
other things that she would escape barely alive like
Gallor.
"Well, the Forgotten Temple of Dathomir was built by a
very old civilization and it is said to hold one
of the Legendary Swords of Time. What makes me
reach this insane conclusion is that we found
destroyed temples in Dathomir and none has the same
architecture of this temple. Of course this temple was
discovered only a few months ago, since it was buried
by snow and ice. So it has to be in there!" the Bazon
said.
To Quistis it was all nice, but Bazon was talking to her
in a different language.
"Miss Quistis do you know how big this is? We are on a quest to find the legendary sword of Nagori..." Bazon
said.
Quistis opened her eyes by surprise. "Nagori's sword?
You're saying inside this temple is the legendary sword
of Nagori? The Wakizashi?"
Elina was caught by surprise. "How do you know it is
called Wakizashi? I found out only a week ago that the
sword was called that after months of research! Who
told you?"
Quistis thought for a moment. How did I speak out loud
the name of a sword which I never knew? "I... It
simply came... I... I just knew it!"
Tidus glanced to Elina and nodded. They were somewhat
speechless. "Was it mentioned to you by anyone?"
"No. My father all night before I went to bed told
stories about Nagori's exploits. I know that he made
it up, but I'm absolutely sure that he never mentioned it
to me." Quistis nodded. Or has he? This was becoming
confusing, because Quistis was beginning to wonder if
her father told her or not.
"Ok, that was strangely freaky..." Bazon said. "It was
probably mentioned to you and you don't recall, either
way isn't it exciting?"
"Yes it is. The Legendary Sword of Nagori..." Quistis
stopped and realized something. "You know what this
means? If the sword exists Nagori once in some
lifetime existed." This could be the biggest find in
the Galaxy at least to the ones who knew well the
legend of Nagori. "So why do you need me? Why don't
you go there and collect the sword yourselves?"
"Well, because the information says that the sword is
not for everybody; you have to be accepted to enter
and in that small group you have to show that you are
worthy of the sword."
"So you need me to go inside and collect the sword, is
that it?" Quistis approached the table, she didn't
realize yet that the pain was all gone.
"Pretty much," Tidus responded as he glanced to Elina
and made a gesture for Elina to tell something.
"Well, you bring back the sword to us and you will
receive the payment." Elina smiled.
Quistis thought for a moment. If she stayed here she was
going to end up bored beyond imagination; if accepted
she had to go inside the temple to collect a legendary
Wakizashi sword that once belonged to Nagori. it was
obvious which option she was going to take. "You can
count on me!"
"Great!" Elina said, with a smile. "You won't be sorry,
I promise. We are all going to meet in two hours on
the hangar. Be prepared." Elina got up. "One more
thing: don't tell this to anyone, there are a lot of people
that want that sword for the wrong reason, so please
keep your mouths shut about this," Elina replied as
she looked to the other people and agree. She then
turned to Tidus and smiled. "I will join you in the
hangar momentarily. I need to take care of business
before I go."
"Ok, don't take too long." He kissed Elina as she got
up and exited the room.
Quistis also got up and exited. She felt again the
sharp pain, but in using what Elina told her, the pain
didn't hurt much, but it continued to hurt her, but
nothing compared just only touching on Nagori's sword,
the legendary Wakizashi.
Minutes later Elina entered one of the dark alleys
of New Plouton and waited. Out of the shadow exited
another woman. "Sister, got to see you again." She
hugged her sister and looked to her face.
"It is good to see you too. Did you have any trouble?"
Elina's sister asked.
"None, father doesn't know about what we are
planning."
"The candidate?"
"She accepted, Sister. She also said the name of the
sword without knowing," Elina said as she saw her sister
walk to the near wall.
"That is the sign that she is the correct candidate.
Once she gets the sword you know what to do?"
"Yes, Sister," Elina said. "There is one thing: she
still doesn't control it. I thought she was going to
die right there. She is not prepared for such things!"
"She will, soon. Trust me, Sister, we only fail when
father discovers our plans. If not we have still a
chance to change our plans. Make sure that you arrive
there and Quistis will do the rest." Elina's sister
smiled.
"I still think that it is too risky in trusting a sword
like that to someone that has no training," Elina said
as her sister approached her.
"You have little faith, sister. If she learns the truth
slowly she will be able to accept it, but if she
learns all at once she will never accept it. Our
friends will do the rest."
Elina glanced to her sister's eyes. "I hope you're right
that she will become what you want her to be. Or f..."
"Elina, you will see when she is doing the quests to
prove she is worthy of the sword, then you will see
that she is the one." Elina's sister paused. "Go, your
boyfriend is waiting. Shaken, Sister!"
"Shaken, Sister," Elina said as she walked away. She
only hoped that her sister was right about Quistis. If
not they were going to lose someone too valuable.
"Retribution, Part 2"
By Girra Xel Xux-Zallir, Smuggler/BountyHunter (PC)
& Laerron, Assasin/BodyGaurd (NPC)
Location: Lath's Bar, Yallder District, New Plouton
Date: Vadris 6th, 4ABY
***
"What'll ya have, missy?" the Balosarian barkeep asked Girra.
"Rodian Ale," she replied to the green haired man with the pair of retractable antennapalps poking
from his coarse hair. "I hear it's a specialty here, no?"
"We have the meanest Rodian Ale this side of the Outer Rim, yes," he answered as he poured the
liquid into a mug and then handed it to her.
Girra sat at the bar sideways on the hover stool so that she could have a view of the
establishment. She had disguised herself the day before, using skin tone enhancements and a
temporary hair dye. Her normally blue hued skin was now a pinkish tone, and her gossamer white hued
hair was turned a violet. She had applied synthetic tattoo markings upon her face and arms, to
further add to her disguise. She had thought it to help deviate from her facial features, the bone
structures that demanded a person's unique facial design. She now looked like a Zeltron, a trashy
Zeltron by the way she was dressed.
"Is there uh...anything else I might get for ya, girlie?" the scoundrel behind the bar asked with a
hint of his desires in his voice. "Perhaps a little something stronger and more relaxing than that
ale, if ya know what I mean?"
Girra took an apt drink of her mug and swung around to the Balosar. "Why don't you go take a
healthy dose of whatever garbage you like to take," she said coolly, "and fuck-off."
The man snorted and turned away as another patron was trying to get his attention for a drink, and
cursing the barkeep's maternal heritage. Girra swung back around and surveyed the floor, taking
stock in the people that were present, and especially of the man in the corner, a red skinned
Elomin.
Laerron was sitting in a corner booth with several females of different species, a Twi'lek, an
Arkanian, and a human. He seemed to be having quite the time, Girra noted, and hoped he would be up
to a fourth female to join his party.
Girra got up and walked over to the table. When she reached the table she traced her fingers along
the outer edge of the table top and winked at the man. The females showed themselves with
displeasure and disapproving glares at the new female to encroach upon their little get-together.
"Well, what have we here, ladies?" Laerron asked with the hint of some inebriation in his voice. "A
Zeltron! Magnificent you are, yes come on over, darling, come, come."
Girra smiled and took a seat. "What are we celebrating?" she asked as she made herself comfortable.
"Oh, we don't need her, do we girls?" the human woman said with pouty lips to Laerron.
"Yeah, common, Ronnie, I thought it was just us? We don't wanna share!" the Twi'lek whined.
Pathetic whores, Girra thought to herself with a sarcastic smile in reply to the females'
complaints.
"Now girls," Laerron replied, "You know there is plenty of me to go around, and besides, as good as
the three of you are, and the fun we have together, this is a Zeltron! She is born and bred for
pleasure, and she doesn't have any inhibitions about anything we would like to do, now do you, my
dear?" he directed to Girra.
"Why now, I surely do not, anything goes tonight, Ronnie," Girra replied, mimicking the sultriness
of the women about the Elomin man. "I plan on doing things to you you couldn't possibly imagine!" Girra
said with enthusiasm at her double meaning.
"See! What did I say?! Hahahaa! Come on now, girls, let's go enjoy ourselves!" he said with an
enthusiasm that he wouldn't have if he knew who he had just invited.
The group filed out of the booth with the Twi'lek and the human in the lead, Laerron took Girra in
his hand and the other woman in his other as they headed for the door.
They crossed the street and continued on their way. As they were rounding a corner the two women
backed up into Girra, Laerron and the other woman with slight screams of shock, surprise and fear.
An unmistakable growl of a Wookiee came from the shadows as a the hairy being stepped out into the
dim light of the street.
Laerron shoved Girra and the other woman away from him as he drew a blaster. The Wookiee snarled and
spittled at the man's reaction. He was quite a sight, knotty and dirty fur, a cybernetic knee
replacement, and missing teeth in his foul mouth. He appeared to be under some influence by the
glazed look in his eyes.
"Filthy mongrel," Laerron spat as he prepared to fire.
Girra spun and kicked the Elomin, knocking him forward into the Wookiee.
"Chakka!" Girra commanded.
The Wookiee obeyed and snatched Laerron's blaster arm, forcibly disarming him and breaking the
man's wrist in the process. The Wookiee was not what he seemed, not entirely.
Chakka had been saved, by chance, when Girra had confronted Morg and his Nikto lackeys a few days
before. He had been a glitterstim addict, broke, let go, and had had his knee bashed in by the
crooks that Girra had dealt with that night. Girra had taken the Wookiee with her, and helped him
back into some better health over the course of the last few days with bacta treatments and a
cybernetic knee implant for the one that had been destroyed. Chakka had been trying to keep clean
for some time before Girra had happened upon him. He didn't look a whole lot better than before, but
he was getting there, from the inside out. He had sworn his allegiance to her that night, making a
life-debt to her for his rescue, albeit an indirect rescue. Girra wouldn't hear anything about it at
first, but for some reason she had a soft spot for the Wookiee.
Chakka threw to Girra her trusty Death Hammer, and she waved it about to the females who had
scattered.
"I suggest you bitches high-tail it out of here, unless you would like to suffer the same fate that
will befall him," Girra ordered to the females.
They didn't think twice, nor did they waste time in heeding the woman's words as they hurried off.
Laerron was knelt to the ground holding his wrist and trying to get back to his feet. Girra took a
couple forceful steps toward him and gave him an apt kick to the stomach, knocking the wind from the
man. She then raised her blaster and swung it down upon the back of the man's head, knocking him out
cold.
Chakka huffed and woofed in amusement.
"He won't think it's too funny once he comes to," Girra said with no amusement in her voice. "Laerron
is very dangerous, we are lucky we caught him in such a state."
Girra had spent the last few days, and more credits than she really cared to, gathering information
on Laerron's where-abouts and habits. She happened to find that he was on a little indulgence spree
the last few days, and Girra couldn't resist. She thought herself a fair fighter and skilled
bounty-hunter, but she knew Laerron was a skilled killer, a cold-hearted man who lived to hunt and
kill other beings. Girra could hold her own in most situations, and she was fairly skilled as a
hunter herself, but she was no killer; Laerron was a killer, it was his specialty, his life's work
and passion.
"Let's get him to the speeder and get back to the Helix, Chakka," Girra ordered. "Ronnie here is
going to wake up to a big day tomorrow!"
"Twisted Ambition"
By: Nieme Yaresh
Dani
Talara
Location: Thanatos; Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
For their help in retrieving Jadda's property, Nieme and Dani had been
granted the use of a small squad of the Hutt's enforcers. Of course, as
soon as they'd returned the overgrown worm his prize, he turned around and
sold it. That he'd sold Raeila off was of particular frustration to Dani
who cared for her, and had hoped to provide some protection for...for her
friend. Yes, she decided, at the end there, Raeila was my friend...and I
can't protect her now.
And now, to top everything off, all of their slaves were gone. It saddened
her greatly, and made her a little angry. But, there were other options.
She looked up at Nieme and sighed dramatically. "I miss our slaves, Ni,"
she said. "I think we should take our newfound army and go get ourselves
some more slaves."
"It's always the same thing, isn't it?" she asked dully. She was sprawled
atop their bed with arms and legs dangling over the edges. Her look was one
of boredom. "We lose a slave, we gain a slave...in the end, it's all
pointless distraction." Nieme huffed and pounded a fist into the mattress.
"I want the damn palace, Dani, so we can have as many slaves as we want at
any time!"
Dani smiled seductively. "Then let's go retrieve Talara and Ferrig, and
then kick that tentacled bitch off our throne."
Nieme smirked hungrily and lithely rose onto her knees upon the bed.
"Exactly what I was hoping you'd say." She chuckled and leapt off the bed.
"Get dressed! We leave in an hour!"
Dani let out a low, growling purr as she slipped off her couch and started
toward the second floor. "Oh, I definitely feel like taking over a planet
tonight." With that, she disappeared upstairs to get herself ready.
***
"Talara...."
Talara Sorenne's eyes opened slowly as sleep fell away from her. Beside her
in the bed, she felt Ferrig's chest against her skin. She knew that if he
were found in here, they would both be in big trouble...though, she
couldn't help the desire she felt for him, the need to be at his side, to
have him at hers. And, she couldn't forget the beautiful sex they shared.
As she heard her name again, she came more fully awake. She smiled, an
almost giddy joy filling her. "My Mistress," she whispered.
Nieme chuckled throatily as she leaned her elbows on the open window ledge.
"It's been too long, my love. Won't you come outside and join us? Dani and
I have a surprise."
Talara grinned and slipped out of the bed. She padded quietly over to the
window where Nieme waited. "I have missed you, my Mistress," she whispered.
"I've kept both Zari and Ferrig safe for you here." As Nieme stepped back,
Talara slipped out the window, and a moment later was standing before Nieme
and Dani.
"Our dear girl," Nieme purred and cupped her cheek tenderly. "We haven't
much time. Collect your things. There's something we need to do tonight,
and we want you by our side to do it."
Talara smiled up at Nieme. "Of course," she whispered. She started to turn
back to the window, giving Nieme a momentary glance at her bare backside,
before turning back again. "Should I get Ferrig and Zari?"
Her grin was sultry and savage at once. "What do you think, dear girl? Do
we not deserve something extra special?"
"Oh, you do," Talara answered quickly. "I'll be right back." And, she was
gone, scrambling back inside.
"Such a good little slave," Nieme observed, then pivoted on one foot to
face Dani. She was smirking. "Those stupid Jedi don't know the first thing
about securing loyalty. We'll have all their Padawans before the year is
up."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," Dani said as she stretched languidly. "I
especially would like to get at that young thing that came to rescue our
dear Zari. The attitude would have to be changed, but his body was quite
desirable."
Nieme chuckled as she pressed into her lover, both arms circling her waist.
"Maybe we can convince Dargus that he prefers being evil again. Then...we
will be complete."
"We could try," Dani said with a salacious smile as she reached out into
the Temple, feeling for Dargus. When she found him, she gave a delighted
squeal. "Oh, but we'd have to convince him to get out of Jae Dyn Brael's
bed first."
Nieme snorted. "What does he want with a fat, pregnant woman anyway?" She
moaned with delight as her hands smoothed over Dani's rear. "He'll regain
his senses soon enough...I hope. It would be a shame to have to kill him,
too."
"Oh, I know," Dani said with a delighted purr. "It is so fun to be wicked,
but sometimes the killing is so difficult. It is a shame to waste a
potential source of pleasure."
"Like Raeila?" Nieme smiled knowingly at her lover. "We'll get her back
for you, don't worry. I know how fond of playing with her you were."
"We have so few slaves that are so capable of pleasuring," Dani said. "She
was positively masterful. Though, with a little more practice, I think
Talara might be just as good. She is very talented."
As if on cue, Talara appeared in the window again. She tossed a pair of
bags out, and then climbed out herself. Once she was on the ground, Ferrig
appeared and handed a still-sleeping Zari to her. The young blonde girl
was as naked as Talara and showed no signs of waking. Tala held her
protectively while Ferrig climbed out the window. As he was doing so, Tala
leaned in and gave Zari a kiss. She smiled as Zeezee stirred
slightly. Ferrig kissed the top of Talara's head, then took Zari from
her. He was bare-chested and wore only a pair of leather pants. One of
the two bags was his, the other Tala's. They didn't pack any clothing for
Zari, knowing that would be Nieme and Dani's preference.
Talara gave them both a beaming smile. "We're ready," she said.
Nieme stroked Zari's cheek, while smiling at both Tala and Ferrig. "Our
happy family, back together once again." She inhaled the damp night hair
deeply and sighed. "Just one more piece needed, and it'll be perfect."
Joining Dani by her side, the two women stealthily marched back towards the
forest with their obedient slaves falling in step behind. The Jedi were
none the wiser.
***
Two black specters stood on the edge of the divide, black cloaks flaring
and flapping on the wind like infernal wings preparing to carry them from
the rooftop towards their destination. Hand resting on the hilt of her
lightsaber, Nieme turned her eyes from the Arcadian palace and its
scintillating, ivory exterior to grin at her lover. "Is it time?"
"It is time," said Dani, a smile curling her lips and her eyes seeming to
glow from the light coming from the palace. "I like our beach home, but
this is so much better. When we're done, I want Oot Kovan to dance for
us. And we need to finish our job with Zari; I just hope we can find an
artist as talented as Turg."
"Talara will help us find someone," Nieme assured her lover. "Just as
she'll help us now." She smiled over her shoulder at the girl. "Won't you,
dear Tala?"
"Of course," said Talara brightly. "I will help you in any way you
desire." She was still bereft of clothing, but felt no qualms since this
is how Nieme and Dani, her mistresses, preferred her. Another month from
now, however, and the chill that slipped through the air would be much
worse...though, being near her mistresses kept her warm enough.
"So, obedient. I am glad we gave her a second chance. I believe she will
be a perfect protégé."
"As long as she ceases getting herself rescued," Nieme quipped dryly. She
said not another word as she focused her senses on the palace, questing
through the corridors for guard placement, sentry droids, surveillance
devices, and the quickest way to Oot Kovan's bed chambers. A satisfied
chuckle announced Nieme's successful search. "Let's go. Talara...you know
what you have to do."
"I know, my Mistress," Talara said as she edged forward, ready to help make
Nieme and Dani the most powerful people on the entire planet. "I will be
the distraction so that you can get inside. Then, once I elude the guards,
I'm to meet you in the throne room."
"Where you shall witness our crowning glory." She smirked. "Literally."
With a snap of her fingers, Talara scampered on her way. They watched her
go for a moment, then Nieme clasped her lover's hand and squeezed it. "If
all goes well, we'll be Empresses."
Dani took in a deep breath and let it out. "Oh, I do like the sound of
that," she said. "And, tomorrow, we start bringing the people of this
lovely little planet to their knees, so that they may kiss our feet and pay
us homage."
Nieme giggled. "My thoughts exactly." Then she took the plunge with her
lover and stepped off the building's edge.
"Taken"
By: Dani
Nieme Yaresh
Talara Sorenne
Zari Zathmir
Ferrig Mullerin
Oot Kovan
Location: Arcadia, Tae'Karada
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
She could feel him, sliding in and out of her as her own voice cried out
with delirious pleasure. It had been going on since they'd arrived at this
place, though she did not know where it was. At first, she had thought she
was with Cole, at least until he'd whispered in her ear and she knew it was
Ferrig. She could not fight him, and a part of her did not even want to.
It seemed to go on forever. With him inside her, her taking him into her
mouth. On and on it went, and by the end, she was crying. For as good as it
felt, for as nice as Ferrig was, he wasn't Cole. Zari wanted Cole, kept
hoping the door would burst open and he would come in to save her. She knew
he couldn't save her from Nieme and Dani, but from Ferrig? She knew he
could. But, how would he ever find her, not now.
The orgasms came in a rush, and when he was done, Zari curled into a ball
and cried. Nothing he could do would break her out of it. She just wanted to
be safe and home.
***
"To the left," Dani whispered. "It's a clear spot." Talara's distraction out
front would give them the opportunity to get inside. As long as the Jedi
stayed away, they would soon be exactly where they desired. Nothing could go
wrong now. "Ready?"
Nieme smiled ferally and kept one hand on her lightsaber. "I have been
forever." She caught Dani's lips in a greedy kiss, then giggled and shot
forward into the courtyard. Surveillance devices fizzled and popped as Nieme
and Dani used the Force to affect the electronic machinery. With the guards
occupied by a very nude Talara, and no way to see what was occurring via
cameras, Dani and Nieme moved with ease.
When they reached the large doorway that would give them admittance into the
palace, Dani ignited her blade and plunged it into the door. The doors had
been constructed to withstand a barrage of blaster fire, but there was
little it could do against a lightsaber. It was, however, slow going. As she
continued cutting through the door, Dani grinned at her lover. "We'll need
to replace this once we kick that tentacled freak out."
"Durasteel is so drab anyway," she quipped, and when Dani's blade had carved
a near perfect circle out of the door, Nieme flicked her forefinger at it,
directing a pulse of Force energy from its tip. She giggled as the hunk of
metal flittered inwards and crashed to the ground. They ducked through the
opening and were down the corridor at a brisk run before it skittered to a
screeching halt. Talara! Nieme hollered in her mind. You're needed.
Finish up!
Though Talara was talented with the Force, she did not have the skills yet
to send back messages. What Nieme did receive, however, was the mental image
of her acknowledgement.
"Great Hall is through there," Dani said, pointing. "If Oot Kovan is still
up, she'll be up in the eastern wing."
"Right," Nieme nodded and clasped her lightsaber into her hand. She left it
deactivated after noting the current lack of resistance.
Sentry droids were making their rounds of the corridors, but paid no mind to
Nieme and Dani; without the command to attack sent from the central
computer, they wouldn't register them as threats, and until their presence
was noted by a humanoid security officer, that command would never come.
Nieme didn't doubt, however, that Oot Kovan had far more intelligent droids
guarding her personally, and then the fun would begin.
As Dani and Nieme continued further, the sound of bare feet on tile could be
heard coming up from behind them. A glance back revealed Talara hustling to
reach them, a look of excitement brimming on her face. "They were very
distracted," she whispered with a grin.
Nieme smiled appraisingly. "I can imagine, my dear. Now go on ahead of us.
If you encounter anyone else requiring...distraction, you know what to do."
Talara grinned, showing that she knew exactly what to do, and then she
skipped on forward to make sure there would be nothing to stop Nieme and
Dani from taking over.
"She does have a very cute ass," Dani said with a smile. "If she does well
in this, I hope to reward her later."
"Even if she doesn't," Nieme pointed out, "I'll still do so." She giggled
and turned down the next corridor, the one that would hopefully lead them to
Oot Kovan, soon-to-be deposed High Regent.
As expected, there was a larger contingent of security surrounding Kovan's
likely location, except the guards consisted of humanoid soldiers in black
armour, not the easily dispensed droids she was hoping for. Nieme frowned.
"Well...at least we might be able to make them slaves."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," Dani said. "Though, all that restrictive
armour will have to go. Once we take this place, we'll need to get our own
soldiers in here so those meddlers don't try to take it back from us." She
readied her weapon. "Go ahead, Talara. Go show all those men what you have."
Not needing any more encouragement, the young girl started forward, moving
her body sinuously to entice the soldiers. For a moment, it looked like it'd
worked marvelously. All of them looked, and Dani knew that within their
armour their mouths were gaping. She wondered if the groinal area of their
armour was getting a little tight as well. She could sense one of the guards
having difficulty as Tala moved over to him and ran a hand over his chest.
Her moves were very dance-like, and she had them enraptured. But, both Dani
and Nieme knew it wouldn't last long. "Come, my love, before they start
fighting over her. They'll all get their turns...we just have to make sure
they understand that."
And just as Dani completed her statement, nearly all of the soldiers looked
away from Talara in unison and began advancing towards Nieme and Dani. Those
remaining sought to apprehend the naked girl. Nieme's eyes widened briefly.
"That was too quick..."
"Far too quick," Dani answered. "She'd distract me for longer than that. I
think this is about to get fun." She brought up her lightsaber and ignited
it. "There may not be much left of them after all."
"We must try to salvage what we can," Nieme reminded her and activated her
own weapon. Sharing a fierce smile with her lover, Nieme said, "See you at
the end, my love."
With that, both young women charged into the fray, protecting themselves,
Talara, and trying not to injure the soldiers too badly. As the fight
continued, the door that the guards had been guarding whooshed open to
reveal Oot Kovan in a nightgown. She took one look at what was going on and
then called out to those in the fray, trying desperately to put an end to
the fight before too many died here. Then she saw who it was the soldiers
were defending her from, and an icy fear gripped her. This was going to get
very bad.
"Hello, Twi'lek!" Nieme hollered. She growled as her blade slashed across
the breastplate of one soldier, cutting through it but only nicking the
flesh beneath. It was enough to send him staggering backwards. Her grin was
vicious, and each guard she subdued brought her a step closer to Oot. "I do
love that dress, High Regent. Your curves" --she gritted her teeth and
knocked another soldier in the jaw with the butt of her hilt-- "are
especially sumptuous."
"You will leave this place at once," Oot hissed, "or I will have the
authorities notified. The Jedi will be here, and they will stop you. Go now,
and you are free."
"The Jedi?" Nieme cackled. She hopped back to avoid a blow from one
gauntleted fist, and instead of severing the hand to keep her potential
slave intact, she issued a solid wave of Force essence at him. He clattered
against the wall, leaving a fissure in its surface. "The Jedi," Nieme
continued without barely missing a beat, "could hardly escape with their
lives the last time they encountered us. Surrender!"
"Never," Oot called back, and stepped back into her room. She tapped the
control, and the door began closing.
"How very coy," Dani called. "She wants us to chase her."
"I believe she does," Nieme mused.
Hungry for a taste of the Twi'lek, Nieme parted a knot of guards with a
gesture and dashed through the path cleared as their bodies sailed to either
side. With enhanced speed, she managed to reach the door before it sealed
and drove her blade through the tiny crack. "Open up," Nieme sang, peering
through the opening and grinning. "I won't hurt you...much."
From within the room, Oot screamed. She had to get away, get free from
these two and contact the Jedi. She knew if she stayed here longer, terrible
things would happen. But, trapped in her room, she had no where to go.
"Okay, okay," Nieme teased, "you don't have to beg me." Her low chuckles
were lost amid the shrill hiss of her lightsaber and the creaking of metal
as her blade was angled forward. Using the doorframe for leverage and
channeling strength from the Force into her weapon, she slowly managed to
push the door wider. The door activator's servos crackled and sparks
showered from them, until the door gave and slid open. Standing in the
doorway and grinning darkly, Nieme saluted Oot. "A pleasure...or at least it
will be." Then, she stepped through.
Oot screamed again, though she knew that the one she knew would protect her
wouldn't be able to hear. Kambra had gone to the Drogen Shipyards for a
meeting with the New Republic Security Advisor. He would take this very
poorly when he found out. She could only hope he didn't blame himself. And,
Oot Kovan wasn't going to go down without a fight. She hefted the lamp from
beside the bed and brandished it as a weapon.
This earned a delighted laugh from Nieme, who made quick work of the lamp
with a wave of her hand. It shattered against the wall, and as Oot's eyes
darted quickly to follow it, Nieme launched herself at the Twi'lek. Tackled
onto the bed, Nieme held her lightsaber across Oot's throat, casting a
sinister purple glow upon her face that created twisted shadows of her
features. "This is what you were bred for, Twi'lek," Nieme whispered as one
hand smoothed over Oot's chest. "Don't play modest with me."
"Leave me alone," Oot rasped, though she dared not move. "Please...just go."
"I'm afraid we can't do that," Nieme pouted. "This palace is ours now...as
is Tae'Karada." She smiled serenely as her fingers brushed against the tops
of Oot's breasts. "You see, Dani and I have been waiting a long time for
this. You don't really expect us to give it all up now, do you?"
Oot couldn't help a gasp as Nieme's fingers found a particularly sensitive
spot. "They won't let you," she said. "Just like with Tarkin. They'll fight
you. How can you win?"
She giggled and pushed herself upright atop Oot, straddling her shapely hips
as she sat tall, proudly. "Because, dear Twi'lek, we have the Force on our
side." With a deft, precise motion of her lightsaber, Nieme dragged the tip
down the front of Oot's nightgown, splitting the material in two and
exposing both pink, heaving breasts. Nieme chuckled throatily. "Now...do you
submit?"
"What will become of my people if I do," Oot rasped as Nieme grasped one of
her breasts with a free hand.
"They will serve us, of course," she answered and lowered her lips to Oot's
chin. "Just as you will...."
As Nieme's teeth dragged over her flesh, the touch sent a warm rush through
her body. Oot knew she had no hope, no choice. "So we'll just be your
slaves, and made to satisfy whatever cravings you have. What difference does
it make if I submit or not? You'll just take what you want anyway."
"If you submit," Nieme purred as her hand slid to Oot's belly, "there won't
be any pain."
That was all she could ask for. If she submitted, they wouldn't be harmed.
If she did, it would mean that those in the palace would be the subject of
abuse, and she couldn't subject them to that. "Then I submit," Oot
whispered.
She chuckled. "A wise choice, Twi'lek." After a kiss placed on Oot's
trembling lips, Nieme rolled off her and landed upright with feet on the
ground. "Now," she said, aiming the tip of her lightsaber at Oot's forehead,
"get up and call your people off."
Oot was ready to cry, but she managed to keep her composure as she pulled
the tatters of her nightgown together to cover her nakedness. With a glance
back at Nieme, she started toward the door.
"No surprises," Nieme warned as she followed behind. "I would certainly like
a taste of you, but if you anger me, I won't scruple to kill you."
Oot stepped through the door where the fighting was still going on.
"Alright," she called out, her voice ringing down the corridor. "The
fighting will stop. For the sake of ending the bloodshed, we are
surrendering. We will cooperate fully to the demands of our captors and
remain their prisoners." She glanced back to Nieme. "Good enough?"
She smirked. "Now, we're going to the control room so you can announce it to
the rest of your garrison. Agreed?"
"Of course," Oot said. She nodded gravely, gave a few quick orders to the
troops in the corridor, then started off to the control room to surrender
the whole palace to Nieme and Dani.
As Nieme steered the Twi'lek away, she smiled triumphantly at her lover.
Victory and conquest was finally theirs.
***
Zari Zathmir watched out of the window overlooking the courtyard. Nieme and
Dani where getting ready to address the people. They had Oot with them, and
she couldn't help feeling sorry for the Twi'lek woman, especially
considering the costume they'd given her. She looked behind her where Talara
and Ferrig stood in each other's arms. She wanted to cry.
As Dani and Nieme stood together with Oot Kovan between them, Dani smiled at
the Twi'lek. "You won't cause problems?"
"No problems," Oot said softly, defeat clear in her voice. "I will cause you
no problems."
"Good." Nieme shoved the alien forward, the separated pleats of her leather
skirt swinging as she stumbled towards the holoprojector. There was nothing
beneath to prevent exposure of her bare thighs and crotch; the slave brand
was there for all to see, as were Oot's breasts under the sheer fabric
draped over her torso. "Now, present us to the world...and don't forget the
appropriate honourifics."
She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, not even as a dancing slave.
But, now here were Nieme and Dani, dressing her in barely anything that left
her body almost bare for all to see. Both Nieme and Dani seemed to take
great joy from reaching beneath the pleats of her skirt.
"People of Tae'Karada," she said before the projector, "I bring to you
today, news of change. In these times, change is inevitable, and after the
fall of the Empire, Tae'Karada has been in transition. Now, I present to you
the new rulers of the planet. They seek obedience and peace, and those who
support them will receive great rewards. Those who oppose will be punished
harshly. I give you your new leaders. Empress Nieme and Empress Dani, the
sovereign rulers of Tae'Karada." She bowed low and stepped out of the way
for Nieme and Dani to take their places before the camera.
They still wore their black cloaks, but had borrowed two of Oot's finest
dresses for their first appearance to the world of Tae'Karada. Their
lightsabers remained in plain sight. "This, people of Tae'Karada, is the
beginning of a new era," Nieme announced. "For so long you have suffered
under the oppression of High Princes who hadn't what it took to lead this
planet to glory. Then the New Republic conspired with the Jedi of this
planet to place this pathetic creature" --she gestured to Oot in all her
defeat-- "to oversee the well-being of Tae'Karada. And through it all, were
your best interests in mind?" She snorted disdainfully. "Of course not."
"We," Dani called out, "as your new Empresses, will see to your needs. We
understand that people just want to live their lives without meddlers
interfering, and that's what you shall have. Provided the proper tributes
are made, and the appropriate respect is shown, your lives shall be your
own. And, as your leaders, it is our solemn vow to see that you live the
lives you deserve."
"With much sex included," Nieme added, then giggled. "Oh, and if you pesky
Jedi are thinking of trying anything" --she extended a hand and clenched it
into a fist, causing Oot to fall to her knees with a gag-- "we'll have to be
naughty."
With a flick of her wrist, Dani shut off the holoprojector. "Oh, very good,
Oot," she said. "I think you deserve a reward for that."
Nieme grinned. "As do I." She cut her eyes to Ferrig and Talara. "Take her
to your room. Loosen her up for us."
"Oh, with pleasure," Talara purred. "Would you like for us to bring Zari
along too? I'm certain she could help us."
The young girl was still peering out the window when Nieme turned to
appraise her. Even from that distance, she appeared to tremble. Nieme
chuckled. "No...leave her to us. I have some questions for our girl."
Talara grinned and slipped an arm into Ferrig's. "Of course," she said.
"Come on, Ferrig, let's go get Oot all ready for her new mistresses."
Without a word, they went off together, taking Oot along with them. With a
grin, Ferrig slipped one hand under Oot's skirt as they disappeared through
the door.
"Zari!" Nieme snapped her fingers at the girl as she and Dani moved to Oot's
high-backed, plush chair. Nieme sank down into it and pulled Dani onto her
lap. "Come here and visit with us. We haven't had much time to catch up,"
she purred.
As Dani sprawled in Nieme's lap, Zari approached slowly and sheepishly. The
fear in her eyes was more than evident, but she knew she had more to fear if
she didn't obey. She stopped before the throne, head bowed.
"What's this then?" Nieme clucked her tongue. "Are you afraid of us, Zari? I
thought we were friends."
At first, Zari was only able to stammer the beginning of a reply, then
finally managed to sputter, "I don't want to be hurt."
Nieme feigned insult, then reached out for her hand. "Why would we hurt you?
It's not your fault those intrusive Jedi stole you away from us." Then, she
smiled darkly. "Unless you wished to go with them."
"You hurt me last time," Zari whispered. "You made me bleed. It hurt very
much."
"But I promised to be gentle," Nieme told her softly. "Don't you like us?"
Zari took a couple steps closer, and then reached out to put her hand into
Nieme's. "I like you," she said in a shaky voice. "Sometimes...I get afraid
though."
Nieme chuckled and tugged Zari forward with a single jerk. "Well," she
confided, peering into the girl's wide eyes, "you should be."
Zari couldn't help cowering, even as Dani's hand trailed up and down her
hip. "I'll be good," she whispered. "I'll do whatever you want...just...just
please don't hurt me again."
"Then stop whining and go practice on some of our newest acquisitions,"
Nieme snapped and stopped her swinging hand before it could connect with
Zari's cheek.
Zari scampered away, but stopped a few meters from where Nieme and Dani
reclined together. "You want me to...to have sex with them?"
Dani smiled. "Yes, love," she said. "Actually, with all of them. We're going
to conduct a poll of all our new slaves later, and any who say they were not
pleasured and pleased by you will earn you fifty lashes. And, tomorrow, Tala
will find us a place to get you some modifications to make you even more
potent as a lover." To emphasize, she drew her hand over her crotch,
stopping to slide the fabric aside to reveal the twin rings to their young
slave. "You will be perfect, my pet. Now go...there are a lot of slaves for
you to get to."
As Zari stumbled away, Nieme giggled and added her own hand to where Dani's
still rested. "Being rulers has its benefits, doesn't it, my flower?"
"Oh, it certainly does," Dani whispered. "And, you can just keep doing that
if you'd like. You have beautiful hands, my star."
"I know," she murmured against her lover's ear. After delivering a gentle
nip to its lobe, Nieme chuckled and pulled back. "But...there isn't time for
play yet. We have to make sure this palace is secured. The Jedi will no
doubt come calling soon."
Dani sneered. "They'd better not ruin our fun this time," she said. "And, if
they stop us from decorating our Zari tomorrow, I will be very upset. I want
her to have a ring just like yours." For emphasis, she reached over and
caressed between Nieme's thighs. "She'll be perfect."
"No," Nieme sighed, leaning her head forward to kiss Dani's bare shoulder.
"She's a liability, my love. If she doesn't stop resisting...we'll have to
send her back to the Jedi short one head."
"She'll stop resisting," Dani said. "I'll make sure of it personally. We
just give her time, and stop tormenting her. Now, let's go get this place
defensible. The Jedi will arrive soon no doubt. We'll need to be ready to
push them back. I think the shield will be useful."
"As do I," Nieme agreed, patting Dani's rear to encourage her to rise.
"Perhaps a modulating frequency? That would make it difficult to penetrate."
She chuckled and trapped Dani in an embrace as they both stood before their
throne. "But," she breathed, brushing her lips against Dani's and gently
thrusting her hips forward, "I do so love penetration...."
"Oh, so do I," Dani cooed. "And, tonight, if all goes well, I want to try
that new FleshMorpher. Some real penetration for you."
Nieme snickered as she twirled away with Dani in her arms. Dark as their
intentions were, it could not be denied they had found the beginnings of
true happiness in the palace...even if it was at the expense of an entire
planet.
"Padawan Friendship"
by Aurra Sgall
and Vaya Bek
Location: Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
Aurra was sitting down on the center of the room with
her legs crossed. She had her lightsaber resting by
her side, along with a small metal box, and her hands
resting on her knees. With long and concentrated
breaths, she was meditating. She had found it one of
the best ways to relax and to gain an insight on
recent events.
When she was done, and after having felt in touch with
the whole of the Temple and herself, she opened her
eyes and picked up her lightsaber. She opened the box
and took two training remotes from within it. Igniting
her lightsaber made the training drones come to life,
as they began to circle her.
She moved fast and just a second before the first shot
came, blocking it in perfection. The second drone then
shot from behind, and Aurra didn't even have to look
behind her shoulder to block it. She merely placed her
blade alongside her back, deviating it. But the drones
were set high, and with her front open there came one
more shot from the first drone. Aurra had to step back
while circling her blade to catch that one, and then
leaped to the side to catch a more defensive stance.
The drones circled each other and moved around her. She
breathed deep and moved her lightsaber. First to the
left and then to the right, and going into a rampart
of circling movements and sending each bolt away from
her. The drones seemed to increase their speed, but so
did Aurra. About five minutes later she was getting
very tired and safeguarded her weapon. And as soon as
she did so, the drones shut themselves off.
Aurra placed her lightsaber on her belt and picked up
a small towel she had lying on the ground, wiping her
forehead from its sweat. It was then that she noticed
Vaya standing at the door.
"Hey, Vaya!" Aurra smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Aurra," Vaya replied with a smile. "I
hope I wasn't distracting your training, I couldn't
help but to notice, very impressive."
"Thanks!" Aurra said as she bowed her head slightly.
She placed the towel over her shoulder and picked up
the drones to place them back in the box. "So, what
are you up to this morning?"
"Here let me help you with those," Vaya offered.
"Nothing much really, I was going to meditate for a
time and work on some training, but I'm way-open for
suggestions," she said with an inviting grin. "Have
you seen Talara around? I haven't seen her since I was
in with the Council the day before."
"Actually, now that you mention it, no I haven't," the
blue twi'lek girl replied. "But we can still practice
together if you want. I have the day off so I was
going for a run in the woods and perhaps to the lake.
Maybe you'd like to come along? We can even practice
some lightsaber duels near the lake," she offered with
a smile.
"That would be great, Aurra, I love to go for a run now
and then. Of course the last time I was in the woods I
cracked my head!" Vaya joked. "I would like very much
to practice with the sabers with you, I have a
training saber, I don't dare use a real one just yet,
though I have one from a friend before I came to
Chimaeria."
Aurra smiled gently. "Yes, we can use training sabers
so we don't hurt ourselves. Normally I use them when I
practice against Master Kal'Aran also. Do you need to
get anything before we go? A towel perhaps?"
"Yes, let me grab one," Vaya said. She got one from
within the room.
***
About an hour and a half later the two girls reached
the lake. Its waters were cold, but then swimming was
not why they had come here. The scenery was beautiful
and there was a small cascade of water that came down,
making the flow of the water the only permanent sound
that seemed to mingle perfectly with the sound of all
the wild life that spread around.
Aurra breathed deep and took a sip of water from a
canteen she had with her. She then offered it to Vaya
for her to drink.
"So, have you had any good lightsaber training?" she
asked her new friend.
Vaya took a drink of the water and smiled her
appreciation to the other Padawan.
"I believe I have had some good training, yes," Vaya
replied. "I'm sure I have much to learn. Master Vorrel
decapitated me yesterday afternoon!" she laughed.
"Practice makes perfect I have heard," she said as she
withdrew her training saber and thumbed it to life.
The snap-hiss of the lightsaber was simultaneous with
the violet blade's extension from the hilt. Vaya gave
the blade a bit of a twirl in her hand, took a battle
stance and grinned at her opponent.
"On-guard!" she exclaimed with a smile, offering a
duel with her fellow student of the Force.
Aurra grinned and extended her arm to the side. On her
sheer will, the training saber she had tied to her
waist jumped into her hands. Igniting it, a yellowish
blade hissed and extended itself. Aurra twirled the
blade in a cross and once more to her right side with
a circular motion.
"Ready when you are..." she smiled as she met Vaya's
blade with her own.
Violet and yellow hued blades clashed with the thrum
of energy and the crackling of the two blades meeting.
Vaya spun her saber around the other girl's blade,
forcing it to the left as she spun around with her
body to attack. Her blade was met with the clashing of
Aurra's again.
Vaya had often lost herself in her imaginative lives
when she was younger, when she was in service to Moff
Fairevax. With her skills of mimicry, Vaya often
pretended she was someone else, from somewhere else,
living a different life. She would wander the
promenades of Cloud City and talk to strangers and
shopkeepers, using a voice and dialect that was not
her own. It was her way of dealing with the stresses
of such a terrible life, an escape from reality. When
she had learned that she was Force sensitive, Vaya had
often imagined herself a great Jedi, like the ones
from the Old Republic. She spent many hours
day-dreaming that she was a valiant warrior of the
Force, fighting for the rights of others against those
who would do them harm. As she mock-battled with
Aurra, she felt her dreams coming true, in a sense.
Vaya was no longer that child, and though she had a
long way to go before ever becoming a true Jedi
Knight. Vaya felt more alive, centered, focused and
felt herself with a purpose when she was training in
the ways of the Force.
Master Vorrel had told her that her apparent confidence
may, or may not, prove to be a hindrance in her
progression towards knighthood. Vaya took the
comment to heart, though deep down she felt that she
would never succumb to such arrogance. She had known
too much humility and submission in her life to ever
think herself so above other beings, and that her rare
gifts through the Force were her salvation from that
awful life. She simply felt that she had to be
confident that she could learn, apply and accomplish
all that was set before her.
Vaya and Aurra continued their dance with the
sabers, parrying and thrusting, spinning and lunging.
On the attack, on the defensive, back and forth, both
girls showing their skills and utilizing the lessons
they had been taught.
She is very good, Vaya thought to herself, feeling
no shame in her own skill nor any jealousy at the
other's.
Aurra grinned as she parried Vaya's lightsaber, while
stepping off to gain a better stance every now and
then. She is good, for someone without much time on
training... she told herself. Better take this up
another level!
With that thought, Aurra moved from defense to offense
and moved faster, although with the same precision she
was already using. She spun her training saber and in
the last second clashed it against Vaya's. The blue
skinned twi'lek girl pushed her friend's blade to the
side and quickly pushed her back with her foot.
With Vaya now a bit further away, she ran towards her
and leaped over her in a somersault, twisting in mid
air to strike down on her. Of course she would never
come down too hard as this was merely a game...
Vaya threw herself to the ground, rolled on her
shoulder and spun around to meet the blue skinned
Twi'lek who had vaulted to the air above and behind
her. With one knee on the ground she took a defensive
posture and brought her saber up as if to block, but
instead disengaged the blade, followed through with
her motion and attempted to kick the girl's feet out
from under her.
Aurra simply had to raise her first foot to dodge from
Vaya's attempt to sweep her feet, but took a step back
as well. She used the momentum from Vaya to pull the
lightsaber from Vaya's hand, since it wasn't too well
gripped. Now with two lightsabers in hand, Aurra
looked at Vaya with a smile.
"You should be more careful. I now have your weapon
and mine..." she said. "And although that does not
mean certain victory, it certainly gives me a very big
advantage. Do you yield?"
Vaya slumped to the ground in defeat, a look of
surprise and a playful pout about her mouth.
"Aurra one," Vaya said. "And Vaya zero. I yield...this
time!" she said with a smile. "Nice move, by the way."
Aurra safeguarded both training sabers and tossed one
at Vaya. "Thanks!" she smiled. "It took me quite a
while to perfect my lightsaber skills, but Master
Kal'Aran says I'm getting better by the day. But I
still feel I have much to learn, as I'm not even close
to some skills I've seen with Kael Selrid or Master
Quinlan Vos," she admitted. "But you're pretty good as
well! To be honest, I didn't think you would be this
good."
Vaya caught the training saber and nodded in
acknowledgement. "Thanks, Aurra," she smiled with
appreciation. "You will undoubtedly become very apt in
the skills of the lightsaber. Myself, I have just
trained hard. When I was first taken in to be trained,
it was a whole new life, not that my life before was
gratifying. I have just dedicated myself to learning
and improving on the skills I have been taught."
Vaya looked around for a moment and took the scenery
in. It had been a pretty good morning; she had enjoyed
the run and enjoyed dueling with her friend. Vaya had
an ethereal sense that she and Aurra were to be life
long friends. She remembered stories from the Old
Order of Jedi, how Padawans grew up and trained
together, formed life-long bonds of trust and
friendship. Vaya never had a real friend before, she
was quite pleased to have one now.
"Well, Master Vorrel had said she had wanted to get
with me to go over a training schedule," Vaya said. "I
ought to get back and find her in case she is looking
for me. Are you coming back to the Temple, Aurra?"
"Yes," Aurra nodded with a smile. She had hoped for a
friend such as Vaya, as she and Talara never got too
close as friends. And besides her there had been Nieme
and Dani who seemed more enemies than friends now, and
Daemor'rah who had left the Temple, which left Aurra
with no one else but Taran. But Vaya reminded Aurra
very much of herself. They seemed quite similar in
character. "I'm glad you stayed with us. Perhaps we
can practice together more times!" she smiled as she
started to walk back to the Temple with Vaya at her
side.
Vaya smiled. "I am glad I was able to stay as well,
and to meet you, Aurra. I would be most pleased to
train with you more, or just hang out and talk or
whatever."
Aurra smiled with a nod to her new friend. It really
felt great to have more Padawans to share things with.
It was curious, but it seemed that since Dani and
Nieme had left the Temple that most Padawans came in
and out of the Temple. And then there were the lone
ones, like Cole. Even Talara seemed to disappear now
and then, which made Aurra wonder. But Vaya seemed a
different type of Padawan. More serious, more focused.
A bit like Taran and herself. And that made her smile.
"Found, Part 1"
by Zion "The Worm" Xandler
Raeila Selrid
Kael Selrid
and Laedra Vorrel
Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
Zion was already up, while Raeila was still sleeping. He had ordered
breakfast by one of the best catering companies in New Plouton.
Probably one of the best he had ever seen, really. The table was set
with a wide selection of the best natural fresh juices, the best
bread, jams, cold meat products, fruits, among other things.
Zion looked out the window of the tall building. It was winter, but
the skies were still clear and blue. A nice winter weather, really.
He took a sip of one of the fresh juices and thought to himself.
Finally, he decided that it wasn't totally right and picked up his
portable intercom. He knew that the Jedi at the Temple had a
communication device on their computer, but Raeila was supposedly the
one who knew how to operate it... But then again, how hard could it
be for anyone to learn?!
He typed in a short message and sent it, telling the Jedi that Raeila
was safe from Jadda the Hutt and was staying with him, and that he
would bring her around to the Temple that same afternoon.
Not sure she'll be glad I did this... Zion told himself as he
thought of the way Raeila would react.
"Working already?" Raeila, in a loose-fitting robe and unbound hair,
was leaning in the doorway when he turned. Her smile was bright and
the weary, sorrowful look from the previous night had all but
vanished. She rubbed her left shin with her bare right foot, exposing
a substantial length of thigh as the robe's flap fell away. "Is this
a breakfast meeting, then?" she went on, then chuckled. "Am I
invited?"
"You're the main guest!" Zion grinned as he passed on the table and
picked up a plate with wild berries from Kashyyyk. "Try one of these.
They're really very good!" he said as she took one. "I didn't know
what to order, so I ordered almost everything, really..." he said as
he walked back to the table and filled up a glass of juice for
Raeila.
She gave a sound of delighted approval when one of the plump, red
berries was crushed in her mouth. "I wish I could eat all of this,"
she mumbled around her mouthful. "Is breakfast always this
extravagant around here?"
"Not as such, I'm afraid," Zion laughed. "But if you have the money,
then catering and service is of no problem!" he smiled with a
courteous bow. "I thought you'd like something different. Plus, we
didn't eat much yesterday, so... I thought you would be hungry," he
said.
"I am." She smiled at him softly. "Thanks. And thank you for tucking
me into bed. It was far more comfortable than sleeping on that couch
probably would've been."
"It was ok," Zion smiled. "But I do have something to tell you. I
took the liberty of warning the Jedi just a few minutes ago that you
were safe. And that you were with me. I'm not sure they know how to
check on messages at the Temple, but maybe we should go there this
afternoon..." Zion told Raeila. He then sighed at the whole idea. "I
don't think it would be fair to let them worry about you now that
everything is well. Especially...especially your husband, Kael."
Rae sighed and moved solemnly towards the nearest chair. "I should
probably talk to them," she agreed. "But...I'm not even sure I'm
ready for that."
"I'll go with you, and I'll be there for you if you need me. But it
is the right thing to do," he said, even though he himself didn't
like the idea of going very much.
"I know," she whispered and smiled at him as she reached out a hand.
"But join me for breakfast, first? Then you can help me to work up
courage enough to take that step."
"I wouldn't have it any other way!" Zion grinned as he sat down with
Raeila and took some grapes from a plate, plucking them out one by
one as he ate them along with his juice and some fresh bread.
Both looked up from the feast laid before them as the door chime
sounded. Raeila looked to Zion apprehensively. "Are you expecting
someone?"
"No. Not at all," he replied, somewhat surprised at the door chime.
He got up and walked over to the door then pressed the intercom. The
image appeared on a small screen. "It's Kael...and someone else," he
said dumbfounded. He took a deep breath, and then decided to open the
door. "Err... Hi, Kael. I assume you got my message. Didn't expect
you to get here though."
"Thank you," Kael said with a smile. He gestured to the woman at his
side. "This is Jedi Master Laedra Vorrel. She's been assisting me in
trying to find Raeila. We received word this morning that she might
be with you."
"Yes..." Zion mumbled. "But, how did you manage to find me here? In
the message I sent I told you that I would come around to the Temple
with Raeila today but I didn't say where we were..."
"I-I'm here," Raeila called from behind in a small voice. She was
wringing her hands nervously.
Zion's question was completely forgotten at the sound of Raeila's
voice. "Rae," Kael called with heart hammering in his chest.
"Raeila?"
Her eyes were filled with apprehension as she stared across the hall
at him. She shook her head slowly and stepped back. "I...I didn't
expect to see you...."
Zion didn't really know how to react. But since they were here...
"Yeah, why don't you come in?" he asked as he motioned for the two
Jedi to enter.
"Thank you," Laedra said as she stepped inside and up to Zion.
"Perhaps you could show me around this lovely apartment," she told
him with a meaningful smile. "I'm sure Kael and Raeila will be
alright alone."
Zion looked at Raeila for a second. He wasn't quite sure she wanted
to be left alone. On the other hand, Kael was her husband and they
did have things they had to sort out in their lives. Zion looked back
at Laedra and nodded. "Sure..." he said, forcing a small grin. He
passed Raeila and rubber her arm. "If you need me, just call," he
whispered to her. He then turned back to Laedra and smiled at her.
"This way. Let me begin by showing you the balcony. It connects to
one of the bedrooms. Where we stand, is the living room, of course!"
he smiled as he led her out of the way. Ultimately he also wanted to
be left alone with this other Jedi Master, for he too had questions
he wanted to ask.
Kael just watched Raeila for several long moments before he finally
spoke. "You're looking well," he said, noting her new clothing and
the new colour in her cheeks. He could tell that there were trying
times before that. "I missed you so much, Rae. I...I could barely
think straight without you near."
She smiled wanly and wrapped both arms around herself. "You missed
me? Did you...did you miss Nieme, too, when she left?" Rae was
surprised that the question had escaped, but still waited for his
reply.
"No," Kael answered. "I didn't miss Nieme, and I don't miss Nieme.
She's a menace and needs to be stopped before more innocent people
are harmed...or worse."
Raeila bit her tongue, silently fuming, then blurted, "And that's why
you slept with her on our wedding day?"
The look of surprise on Kael's face was that of a person who'd just
been punched in the gut. "No," he finally said. "Anything that
happened then between Nieme and I...it was because I was confused.
There was so much happening, and...and I wasn't right in my mind. I
didn't mean to hurt you...I didn't know what I was doing...but...but
I ended it with her for good after that. She wouldn't take no for an
answer, and I wasn't strong enough to resist then."
"Then why did you marry me?" she whispered. "And when did you plan on
telling me?" Rae narrowed her eyes. "Or had you planned to at all?"
"I married you because I love you, Raeila," he said. "I married you
because despite everything that's happened in my life, you're the one
I think of first, who's in my dreams, and in my heart. I didn't say
anything because after we were married, I just didn't think of it
again. It was a part of my life, a part of my past, that I didn't
want to think about again. I'm very sorry I hurt you, Raeila, but
once I became your husband the doubts went away and I knew where my
heart truly was. Since I took my vows, I have been faithful and I've
never even desired to stray."
"Then why didn't you come for me!" she hollered, tears spilling from
her eyes. "You don't know the things that have been done to me, Kael!
And through it all, I thought of you, and why you weren't there for
me!" Raeila sobbed. "Why weren't you there?" she whispered.
Kael closed his eyes, tears of the pain she was feel building there.
"I tried," he said softly. "I tried to come for you, to get to you.
They drove us away the first time. Oh Raeila, I tried to get to you,
but...but I couldn't do it alone. Nieme and Dani, they have to be
stopped...and...every turn, they were causing more trouble. The Jedi,
we're spread so thin... For not rescuing you from that, I don't think
I can even ask you to forgive me, Raeila. They were...I wasn't strong
enough to get to you. I'm so sorry..."
"Did you try?" she asked. Her eyes implored him for some reply that
would restore her faith in him. "Did you at least try?"
"Yes," Kael answered. "One time I did get inside. The others...the
Hutt's security was too tight. I spent many nights there, just
watching, looking for an opening. But...even if I got inside. I saw
you...sometimes in the Hutt's palace...one time at the pod races. I
could never get close enough though."
"Dargus Kandran did," she told him. Her eyes shone with bitter
resentment. "He didn't have to fight through waves of soldiers, Kael.
He just did it! No thought involved!" Raeila whimpered, and gripped
the sleeves of her robe in trembling fists. "Zion saved me...
everyone tried but you...." With renewed confidence, Raeila raised
her chin high, yet could barely look at Kael. "He's taking me away
for a while - a place where I can...I can recover. I should probably
go with him..."
"At the time Dargus Kandran walked in there, everyone thought he was
still dark. Zion doesn't run with the good guys, Rae, and he spends a
lot of time around criminals. I'm a Jedi Knight. It sounds like you
wanted me to sacrifice myself to get you out of there, to throw my
life away. I couldn't just walk in, Rae, because of who I am. How did
Dargus get you away, Raeila? What did Zion offer to get you free?
And, what do you think I could have offered Jadda the Hutt to get you
free?"
"I don't know, Kael," she whispered. Raeila sucked in a quivering
breath, and exhaled a sob. "Everything with Nieme...then wasting away
with that Hutt.... I dreamed about you, Kael...and you never came. I
was so lonely, Kael...and all I could think was that you'd gone back to...to
her and left me there to rot."
"I would never do that," Kael whispered. "I wouldn't leave you there.
I didn't want to leave you there. But...but there was no deal I could
make with the Hutt, nothing I can think of. I don't have any money,
and...even with my training, I'm only one person. When Koran, Laedra
and I came to rescue you...we couldn't stop them, not with Nieme and
Dani there. I dreamed of you, I tried to get to you...but that slug
had you too well protected...too guarded." He took a step toward her.
"It was torture for me, to not be able to swoop in to rescue you.
And, then Dargus just walks in and takes you away. And...and whatever
Zion paid for your freedom. I couldn't match whatever they offered,
Raeila. And...and now you think less of me. I'm no longer your hero,
and...and you want to go off with another. I'm sorry I failed you, my
love."
Any lingering hatred she had harboured for Kael was rapidly dispelled
in the face of his sorrow. She realized, then, that it hadn't been
hatred at all. It had only been fear that he had chosen Nieme over
her, and had left her with Jadda to rot so they could finally be
together. His grief made that nothing but a foolish notion. "Kael,"
she whispered. Her hand reached out to him and connected with his
cheek, growing wet with tears. Raeila sobbed and rushed into his
arms. "Thana, Kael! I missed you so badly!"
He hugged her so fiercely, for a moment he thought he might end up
crushing her. He kissed her face, finally finding her lips. "Oh
Thana, Rae," he rasped, "my life has been...it's been a nightmare
without you in it. I'm so sorry, so very sorry I couldn't get to
you...to save you." He found her lips and they kissed. "I'll make it
up to you however I can. Maybe...maybe, if you still want to
go...maybe Zion has an extra spot..."
"Maybe," she affirmed, breathing heavily against his lips and
clinging to him desperately. "Kael...it was so horrible.... I
just...I have to go, get away for a while. I-I have to forget."
Kael held her close, not wanting to let go, never wanting to let go
again. "If you want me to," he said softly, "I'd like to come with
you, to get away. I don't want to be away from you, Rae. I don't want
to be away from you ever again."
Rae's smile had faded when she pulled back to look at Kael. "I...I
want that...but what about Ferrig? Kael...where's Ferrig? Who's
looking for him?"
Kael smiled. "He's at the Temple," he said. "We retrieved him Zari
and Talara just the other day. They got away from Nieme and Dani and
went to a friend of Zari's. I guess he's a good friend of Jae Dyn
Brael's. He contacted her, and we went out to get them."
Rae beamed. "He is?" Laughing happily, she tightened her embrace and
kissed Kael fervently on the cheek. "He's okay! I-I want to see him!
Maybe...maybe they could come with us, too...if Zion would allow it."
"He's doing alright," Kael said with a grin, then kissed her. "As
long as Zion's alright with it," he said, "I don't see why not. We'll
just need to clear things with Master Laedra as well, since she's
Talara's master."
"We'll worry about it later," she whispered, then lay her head upon
his shoulder with a sigh. "I want to start over, Kael. I want all
this to be just a horrible dream."
"Being away from here will give us the chance," he said softly. "We
can start over together, and plan our new life. I don't know if we're
quite ready, but...but do you want to...to try for a baby? Our
family. It might be just the start we're looking for."
"A baby?" she breathed dreamily. "More than anything, Kael...but
let's fix things, first. Though" --she smiled warmly-- "that
shouldn't take long, maybe just a couple days locked in a room
together?"
"I think that'll do it," he said with a warm, loving smile. "Things
will be better from now on, Rae. I'll do everything I can to make
them better. You want to go find Zion, and see if there's room for
more on this trip?"
She nodded brightly and hastily kissed him once more before sliding
out of his hold. "I won't be long," she promised. Caressing his cheek
fondly, she declared, "I love you still, Kael Selrid. You'll never
stop being my hero. I promise."
"And, you'll always be first in my heart, Raeila Selrid, from the day
I vowed I was yours until the sands finally claim me."
Raeila giggled gently and rubbed the tip of her nose against his.
"Always the romantic," she teased, then turned and scampered away,
the train of her robe flaring out behind her.
Kael smiled, then started walking slowly in the direction she'd gone.
As he moved, he couldn't help noticing the lightness he felt, the
freedom from worry. The day had turned out much better than he'd
hoped.
"Found, Part 2"
by Zion "The Worm" Xandler
Raeila Selrid
Kael Selrid
and Laedra Vorrel
Location: New Plouton
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
"This truly is a lovely place you have, Mr. Xandler," Laedra
commented once they'd reached a balcony on the second floor. She
leaned over the railing, and smiled approval at the cityscape below.
"You are a hard man to find, you know?"
"Yes... I always seem to be running around," he had admitted. "But,
I'm curious, how did you find me?"
She smiled enigmatically. "I have my sources, Mr. Xandler, much as
you have. I assume that is how you managed to procure Mrs. Raeila
Selrid?"
"No..." Zion shook his head. "Actually that was just sheer dumb luck.
But I was fortunate to get her out of the Hutt's lair and cease to be
his slave, with the added bonus that he will not be coming after her
any more!" he pointed out. "How long was she there? And why didn't
you get her back?"
Laedra smiled serenely. "She was there a matter of weeks.
Unfortunately, as Jedi, we must live by certain codes - ones
prohibiting us from barging into the Hutt's palace and stripping him
of his...prize. Rest assured, Mr. Xandler, that we had not planned on
leaving her there."
"Well, even so, leaving her there seems a lot worse than to go
through some disgusting life. And Hutts are always open for
business," he argued. "You of all people should know that. But, in
any case, she is safe now. Which leaves me but one question. About
Kael... Was he always just with her? I hear he wasn't faithful as a
husband," Zion commented.
Laedra turned her back to the balcony to regard Zion. "That is not my
place to say, Mr. Xandler, and not your place to ask...unless you
have more than a passing interest in the strength of their
relationship." Watching him with an unreadable expression, she asked,
"How long have you loved her?"
Zion frowned at first and waved a dismissive hand as he glanced at
the sight they had from the balcony. He then sighed and let his eyes
roll down to the ground for a second. "Since I found how special she
was," he told Laedra. "But know that I did not save her so she could
be mine. In fact, nothing happened between us. But I do care for her,
and as a friend I would like to know just how much Kael loves her."
She seemed satisfied with the sincere answer, and turned again to
join Zion in gazing past the balcony. "Only Kael and Raeila can
answer that, I'm afraid. And more than anything, she does need a
friend after all that has happened, Mr. Xandler. I hope you can truly
be that for her."
"I always have been. And I always will be," Zion told the Jedi woman.
It actually sounded more like a promise than anything else.
"Actually, Raeila might very well be my only friend. I don't trust
anyone, but I have found myself trusting her."
"And is that why you failed to inform us of her rescue?" Laedra asked
pointedly.
"You've got it wrong, Jedi lady!" Zion laughed. "You see, first of
all, I didn't plan her rescue because I didn't know she was there in
the first place. That was an on-the-spot decision. So, I couldn't
inform you of something I didn't know I was going to do," he pointed
out as he pointed his hand at her. "And secondly, it only happened
yesterday. I did, however, inform you today - actually only a few
minutes ago - that she was safe and that I would be bringing her by
the Temple. So don't give me sarcasm, because I did a heck of a lot
more than you did, and certainly more than her own husband!" Zion
told her rather loudly. It didn't really matter that he spoke loud
because the windows were sound proof and they were shut anyway, so
Kael and Raeila would never even notice it.
Laedra took his heated reply with a gentle smile and little else. "We
do thank you for rescuing her, Mr. Xandler. Raeila does mean much to
us. And, I do not sense any ill-intentions toward her on your part.
But you must see that you stand in the way of her relationship with
Kael. He is a Jedi, and feelings of jealousy can only lead him down a
dangerous path. Even if you care nothing for Kael, you must see how
that would affect Raeila."
"Oh, so your solution for his problem is that she ought to suffer
and be kept inside a crystal glass case? Is that it?" Zion asked. "It
certainly seems that she cannot have any friends, or at least that if
she does, she has to consult you first... Consider this, Master Jedi,
has Raeila been happy lately with Kael? Tell me, have you seen her
laughing?"
"Again, Mr. Xandler, that can only be answered by Raeila and Kael. I
am not informed about the details of their relationship. But if you
truly are concerned, then you must decide whether to confront the
matter or not." Laedra nodded her head towards the landscape and
commented, "A beautiful view, truly. Though, it is often best to
observe such visions from afar." She smiled meaningfully at Zion.
"Don't you agree?"
"Yes, I see that no matter what I might say, you will simply hide
under the rules that you yourself create. And you call that a better
life?" he asked with a tone of sarcasm. "I may not battle around with
lightsaber and dodge blaster shots all the time, but courage and
honor cannot be gained by saying so. Fact, you didn't save Raeila and
didn't have the guts to try. Fact, you think what's best for others
without consulting them. Fact, you believe you can do whatever you
feel is ok because you think it," he pointed out.
Zion then looked away and dismissed the scenery, even though it was a
beautiful one. "I will promise you one thing. No one runs my life but
me. And it's no secret that I don't like Kael. But it has nothing to
do with wanting Raeila for myself. I'm probably not worthy of her,
but neither is he! So, I leave the choice to her. If she wants to go,
then I won't stop her. I have not spoken ill will of Kael to Raeila.
Not this time at least. But you are not all powerful and not all
knowing, and you cannot convice me that she will shed no more tears
over his actions. So don't expect me to help them get together
either... Now, is there any other thing you might be wanting?
Otherwise, I think you three are ready to leave."
"Zion," Raeila whispered from behind them. Her expression was one of
confusion bordering on sorrow. "What's going on here?"
Zion turned and looked directly into Raeila's eyes with a bit of a
cold expression. "Nothing. Just having a chat with this Jedi woman
here. Now, I have much to do, so I won't take your time," he said as
he handed Raeila a small digital padd. "Here are two tickets for the
resort on the Beaches of Spira. Everything's paid for, so you may go
with your husband, Kael. Just make sure you don't forget to write,"
he told her as he made his way inside. "Cylo will see to your
needs... Have a nice day!"
Raeila regarded the padd with increasing perplexity when coupled with
Zion's reaction. Narrowing her eyes, her fist snapped closed around
the device and swung back with her arm. "Jerk!" she shouted after
him, then let the padd fly. It bounced off Zion's back, and clattered
to the ground. Laedra stood back and watched, masking her surprise
with neutrality.
Zion stopped and looked over his shoulder for a while. Though it
might hurt him to have Raeila against him, there was no way he would
step down from his decision on Raeila and Kael. "Cylo," he called
out, making the digital woman appear. "Make sure Miss Raeila and her
husband get all they need. Have her things sent over to wherever she
desires. I will be leaving now, so I will see you later."
"Very well, Zion," Cylo nodded.
Rae did nothing to hide the pain in her eyes as she stared back at
Zion.
"Raeila," Laedra said softly. She came up beside her and touched her
shoulder lightly. "Come. Let us go."
But Raeila continued to peer at Zion until he finally retreated.
Fending off tears, Raeila shrugged off Laedra's hand and dashed away,
shouldering past Cylo. Zion moved hastily, for he was already gone
when she reached the hallway. Laedra stayed on the balcony for a
moment longer, sighing to herself. This was a triangle Kael could not
afford to be tangled in. She required a long talk with the young Jedi
Knight.
As Zion got out of the building he looked up. Once more it seemed
that Raeila had chosen Kael, even in spite of him not being faithful
and leaving her within the lair of a Hutt. "Shouldn't have left like
that..." he mumbled to himself as he got on his swoop bike. He took
his pair of sunglasses and placed them on, then turned on the bike.
He then took a moment to grab what looked like a comm device and
talked into it in a low tone, then speeding off down the street.
Above in the apartment, Cylo made her way towards Raeila. The digital
woman seemed quite human in her movements, even being just a
hologram. She looked at Raeila for a moment before talking. "I have
received a message from Zion. He apologises for his departure, and
wishes you to take that trip with your husband. He claims it is the
wedding gift he promised but never delivered."
Raeila narrowed her eyes at the hologram and quickly swatted at the
stray tears. "You can tell him I don't want anything more from him."
She whirled away from Cylo and shouted as she bolted down the stairs,
"Ever!"
"The message shall be delivered. And your clothes? Where shall I send
them to?" Cylo asked, now looking at the Jedi who was still in the
room.
"Incinerate them!" she hollered up at the hologram.
Laedra shrugged at Cylo.
Cylo bowed to the Jedi. "Is there anything you will be requiring?
Transportation perhaps?" Cylo asked Laedra.
"Nothing, thank you," she answered. "But please do tell Mr. Xandler
that he is making a grave error. This was not what I had in mind when
I suggested admiring Raeila from a distance." And inclining her head
at the hologram, Laedra departed to join Kael and Raeila.
"I will," Cylo promised. She watched the Jedi depart and had the door
close behind them. She then turned to have the chores that were set
out to her be done and the tickets collected from the floor and set
on the table. Zion would not be pleased...
***
When they got outside, Kael put his arms around Raeila. "We'll still
get away. I have some money saved up, we can find a planet and just
get away from all this for a little bit. If that's what you want,
Rae. I think we could both use a little time away from here."
"We can do that anywhere," she told him with a wan smile. "Maybe
even a day in the desert or Arcadia..." Raeila stopped at the
speeder and turned to face Kael. "I don't understand what happened,"
she whispered. "What did I do wrong?"
"I don't know," Kael said softly. "I don't know if it was because of
us, or...or if it was something else. Perhaps, in time, whatever
damage was done can be healed. In the meantime, how would you like
to spend a week with me on Riga?"
Raeila sighed. "Let's just...go home now, Kael."
"I agree," Laedra concurred from within the speeder. "It is late."
Kael nodded. "Alright," he said, then opened the speeder hatch for
her. Once she was settled into the speeder, he climbed in as well
and indicated with a nod that Laedra could take them home. And as
they sped away from Zion's home, Raeila couldn't help one last,
longing gaze through the window for a friend lost.
"Matters of Security: Part 3"
By: Amii'a Val'or
& Cara Landross
With: Merk Krie
Sul Fhurr
Location: Gallor
Date: Vadris 6th, 4ABY
***
Amii'a and her team, led by Colonel Merk Krie, had left the village outside
of Midgar and had returned to the Freedom's Venture hidden in the forest
outside of the capital city. Kitanna had to be on her way to attend to the
mounting troubles that were plaguing her world since the death of Gallor's
leader. When they arrived, a new addition to the team had arrived, courtesy
of Theen Fida, the New Republic Ambassador to Tae'Karada, and one of the
leading members of the forming League of the Outer Rim; a social-political
endeavor of corporate and political leaders throughout the Outer Rim who
strived to act as a shadow government by which member worlds promoted
greater economic and political freedoms and prosperities for their worlds,
outside of the political red-tape and diplomatic maelstrom that plagued the
young New Republic.
"Cara Landross I presume?" Amii'a asked, holding out her hand in greeting.
Amii'a knew that Theen had some things in the works to help her, and to help
the situation on Gallor, she had received his latest report just prior to
leaving the village, in which he informed her of Cara's arrival.
Cara stood there looking at the woman. The data she'd received hadn't been
specific, but she knew someone was going to meet her. She just looked at the
woman's hand. "Yes, I am Cara."
Amii'a raised an eyebrow at the woman's callousness. "Well then, welcome aboard," she said. She
continued to introduce the two leading members of the strike force, Merk and Sul.
"Well, here is the current data for the mission at hand," Amii'a explained as she walked towards
her ship. "We are to rescue the Gallorian Councilors from a prison on this isle," Amii'a continued
as she thumbed a device in her hand, and a holo of the prison on an island flickered to life upon
the table that had been set up by the ship. The team had already began to unload supplies and
equipment from the ship.
"We are going to have two teams," Merk spoke up from behind Cara as he joined the two women. "Both
teams will go in by sea from opposite directions, here," he pointed at one side of the isle, "and
here on this side. The first team will knock out the power generator, enabling the second team just
enough time to enter the disposal tunnel within the cliff wall, under the sea undetected. The back
up generator will turn on within minutes, it isn't a lot of time, but should be enough for the team
to
get inside and make their way into the complex."
"The second team will help draw attention to the far side of the isle and give us more time to enter
into the complex," Amii'a further explained. "We have a ship in orbit, standing by with
reinforcements of a sort, more like a diversion to keep the prison forces occupied while we
infiltrate and knock out the back up generator before acquiring the imprisoned Councilors."
"That will be the easy part," Lt. Sul Fhurr spoke up. "The hard part is getting out. Prisoners will
be loosed upon the facility, an added distraction and interference, however, they are hardened
criminals, murderers and the like that would see us dead just as any other person that crosses their
path. We will have civs in our charge, their well-being and freedom is our top priority. We will
have to commandeer a shuttle from the landing pad there," he pointed to the holo.
Cara frowned. "I don't know what kind of information you had on me, but this isn't my kind of job.
I'm a mercenary...and I don't come cheap. I'm good at what I do...and to tell you the truth, this
isn't my usual cup of coffee. I can fight," she patted the weapons at her side, "I can pilot a
ship...which explains the ship I came here on...but those 'civs' will be in your charge, their
well-being and freedom is your top priority. My responsibility is to finish this task and get the
credits owed to me."
She grabbed up a data-transceiver from her pouch and carried it over her shoulder. On it she had a
number...the number meant the number of credits it would take for them to pay for her services. "This
isn't negotiable. I want half before we start, the other half when we're done." The number: 1/2 a
million credits.
Amii'a punched a few codes on her own data pad and showed the screen to the woman. "You will get
your money, mercenary, if that is all you are concerned with. The creds are available for transfer,"
she said with a bit of disdain in her voice as she handed the data pad over. "Transfer your funds so
that we may get on with this."
Cara pressed her thumb to the padd on the data pad, this to be able to transfer the funds she'd
required. Once done she glanced at the holo imager, something she hadn't bothered with, much, during the
entirety of the conversation. "So, you and your people get the 'civs', and I get the rest, sounds
fair to me." She sounded a little smug...a little too smug apparently.
Amii'a didn't know where Theen got this woman from, she thought, or what he was even thinking, all
she knew was she had better be every bit worth the creds they were forking over for this endeavor.
"Well, let us keep in mind then, Miss Landross," Amii'a replied with some smugness of her own. "That
you are getting paid to fight, but the fight is for the safety and rescue of the civs."
Colonel Krie spoke up before the tension in the air outright exploded.
"Landross will be with Beta team, priority one: knock out the power generator and run interference
with the security on that side of the island. Once the shields are down, deploy the cargo Theen had
procured in your ship, Cara," he said looking directly at her, speaking of the small force of relic
battle droids that had once been the feared armada of the long past Trade Federation.
Lt. Fhurr passed out several small devices to all the members. "These are friendly-beacons, much
like a starfighter would have programmed in its weapons systems," he explained. "Just attach them to
your headpieces, and the battle droids will recognise you as friendly, they are all auto-programmed
and set to wreak hell on everyone and everything that does not have one of these babies on." He
threw a few extra to Amii'a. "And don't forget to place them with the rescuees or they will be
turned into bantha fodder."
"Alright then," Colonel Krie continued. "Alpha team is with me and Amii'a, infiltration into the
complex, location and extraction of the civs. The sooner the power generator is out, the sooner we
get in, the longer Beta team keeps their defenses occupied, the better odds we have of getting out
with lesser obstructions."
He then tapped a remote control and two spherical objects rolled from the ramp of the Freedom's
Venture.
"And that is where these two bad boys come in," Krie smiled as the spheres unraveled and a blue
force-field shone around the droids armed with repeating blaster carbines for arms. "Droidekas!" he
exclaimed. "Same programming as the battle droids, separately slaved though, of course. Their
programming is minimal and basic at best, they are ancient junk, but will serve their purpose."
"Now wait one damned minute. I didn't agree to this. I help with the fight getting out or I don't
help at all." She wasn't about to join in on this venture just to be sitting on the sidelines. "I
wasn't told I'd be sitting on my ass waiting for those who were having all the fun to come back
out."
"Well, we didn't want to bother you with having civs amongst us," Amii'a stated. "Cara will have
point with Alpha team, then," she said, having waited for the woman's disagreement with assignment.
After all, Amii'a thought to herself, she has a half-million worth of creds to earn.
"Your skills and experience are valued here, Cara," Amii'a said with more genuine friendliness to
take the sting from her last words. "Else you would not have been contacted for this job. But let's
remember one thing, this is as much a diplomatic mission as a tactical one, we need quick thinking
and sharp shooting, but not a trigger-happy-hot-head. Peoples lives are at stake, your payment is as
much in that respect as it is for your services as a warrior."
Always the diplomat, Amii'a hoped to get through to the woman. Her skills and help would be a value
to the mission, but if she remained in the apparent cocky and loose-cannon type that Amii'a took her
for, she would be a liability. Amii'a didn't know anything about the woman, but she trusted in
Theen's judgement, and if this woman is what he had procured, even if he didn't actually know her,
then so be it. Amii'a knew her type however, she wasn't the first that she had come across and had
dealings with, their stories varied like the star systems, but one thing remained the same, they
valued money, they valued their livelihood, and when in the thick of it all, they came through.
She smirked. "Oh nothing to worry about, I'll do the job, just that you now know that the civilians
are your complete and total responsibility...you protect them, and I'll do what I can to get you
out."
Colonel Kriev called out to the small encampment, "Alright people, lets move out!"
"Drawing the Line"
By: Talara Sorenne [NPC+]
Dani
Nieme Yaresh
Keeve Shivral
Jae Dyn Brael
Dargus Kandran
Yara Brael [NPC+]
Location: Palace of Arcadia, Arcadia; Jedi Temple
Date: Vadris 6, 4 ABY
***
Talara lounged gracefully at the foot of the thrones occupied by Nieme and
Dani. She'd changed into clothing, a set of curve-hugging leather that
seemed to greatly accentuate her youthful figure. She wore no weapon since
Nieme and Dani didn't trust her with one quite yet. She looked around and
once again noticed that Ferrig, her lover and the love of her life, was not
present. She'd have to reconsider the love of her life part if he continued
to stay away, occupied in the large bed where Oot was still being kept. They
had taken to each other, that was for certain. She'd spent some time
watching them together, and couldn't deny how enticing and exciting their
bodies looked as they writhed together. She'd even helped a little a