Myth Hunter

"These people were in contact with me. Transmissions were intercepted and they sent forward their interest in help ing us to me. Many of them are friends. Some are aquaintences.

"And I agree about needing to sort out what we need to do. When they each arrive, I think we need to sit with them and talk with them. Find out their purpose, their skills, their honesty. We can also use that time to tell them about us. I will bring a code... like the Jedi code... and we can also use that."

Myth looked at Indy. "I'm sure you have some great ideas. And a deal more thought about all this. Forgive me if I have been... less than myself of late. I have had a lot on my mind with all that is happening."

"Exploring would be fun till some of our guests arrive. Besides... I need to know where the ballroom is

"Speaking of guests. They should be arriving soon. There are some who are willing to assist in the instructing of Death Strikers... and then we have some who need that very instructing. But we need to do is find out what our new instructors know so that we can have specialised teaching."

Two ships entered the atmosphere of Altyr 5. Landing on the flat surface to the side of a large building.

Shutting down the systems on her ship, Myth headed aft to the boarding ramp. A cool breeze reached her as she stood at the top of the ramp. In front of her a large building sat.

The Base for the Death Strikers.

While waiting for Indy to unload, Myth sent several messages out. Anyone who was to help instruct, and anyone willing to learn. Some should be arriving soon. And there were still things to do.

Myth finished packing things into her ship. "No, I got everything into mine. I think that's all anyway."

Taking one final look at the old building Myth wished it a gentle farewell. Things were now in motion. Things were now heading for Altyr 5.

Myth and Ami boarded their ships and took off. For the final time, the two ships left the atmosphere of Naboo.

Myth smiled. "No. I have not been there before. But no doubt I will soon. I think... perhaps we should start packing. We will need our weapons and training supplies. Plus our food supplies and such. Do you think it will all fit in our ships???"

Myth read the message again, exciement rising in her throat. This was great news, fantastic news.

Rushing for the communications room she sent a quick message to Ami. Things were starting to happen. And they needed to get moving. There was a lot to be done, and they still had people to pick up on their way over.

Finally. The Death Strikers would begin their training.

*Myth sighed. There were a lot of things they needed. but none sprang to mind that they could get easily fom the city."

Just... bring back some... fabrics. I think I'll make myself some new outfits while waiting around here.

"ok, I'll see what the senate has approved for us and then, I believe we start looking for some teachers and students."

With a smile, Myth made her way to the communications console. She sent a query to the senate and sat back waiting for the reply.

*Myth shrugged*

He was an old... aquaintance. Very sweet bloke. Charming as well. But, well. *Myth sighed* Neither of us really had respectable jobs, and in that sort of thing you can't trust anyone. So, despite how much I liked the guy, I just couldn't bring myself to trust him. he was very clever when it came to undercover espionage and stuff. It was awesome to watch him work.

But then, things changed. I moved into a another group, he went his own way... and you know. Things dissipate after a while.

... well, most things do.

*Myth steered her ship through the atmosphere of Naboo, heading back to DS Base1. Nothing interrupted her as she landed and headed inside for a refreshment. The strikers should be starting up soon enough. And then... it will all be fun from there on in.*

Myth watched as Indy headed off in her ship and then boarded her own. Setting course for the Galactic Gunshop. Myth took off and followed Indy out of the atmosphere.

Myth frowned with concern. "hmm, we will need to get the disco ball then. Shall we shop for a Disco ball??? While we're out we can try and pick up some possible Strikers."

"well, we'll ask people specifically first, to get the initial numbers. Anyone who isn't already part of some group should do well. General advertising as well. We might put up a few messages in public places. That might grab some of the attention..."

"Curiosity can also be our ally. I'm getting some pics done up properly for the Death strikers. But for now, we'll see if anyone bites on this one."

Myth stopped as a thought struck her. "I wonder if my old friend is still running his club. That would be a great place to pick up potential strikers. I'll have to get in touch with him. But if we can get Fight Club aligned with us, that would be great. And one more thing...

... Did you remember to install a disco room???"

Myth tasted the food in front of her as she thought on the question.

"We should get anyone we can atm. But as to what they will do... that will depend on their skills. We should tests for them. Anyone who manages to defend and fight using the tools around them shall become a Death Striker. But we will also need pilots, cooks, information gatherers, anyone good with technology... splicers and such. It'll be a big recruitment drive."

Myth took another bite of food before she continued on. "Invitations can go out to anyone who is good. but if someone walks in the door... well, they may have to be trained and tested. But we won't turn them away without reason. Everyone can be used... one way or another."

Myth landed on Naboo. Standing at the base of her ships ramp, she stared in awe at the construction before her. It was a great base. It gave off the feeling of... home.

Wandering through she found Indy.

"This place is amazing. I can't wait to get things started."

((ok, thanx Chrissie.))

Myth grabbed a part of her friend and yelled to Taren. "BACK WAY!! FOLLOW ME!!"

The two rushed against the crowds of panicked beings, heading for a small hidden escape at the back of the cantina. A few others were escaping that way along with them, those who knew about it.

Once outside they headed at a run for the space docks. A lot of offworlders were trying to get clearance for take off, obviously the attack had shook up a fair few people.

"We need to head off to the cloning facility. We need to get Ami back. You have your own transport don't you??? We can meet there."

With a nod, the two women went to their ships. Ignoring the static of space control, Myth lifted and headed for space. Time was esential.

((One Hit Kill... I thought that was illegal.))

Myth twirled around. A smile spread across her lips. "We always make sure we have some sort of fun when we get together. Dancing is the best fun."

Clapping the band as they finished off one song and started up another, Myth bagan to bob to the music. The girls dancing caused quite a few strange glances at them... but mixed up in their dancing, they were totally oblivious.

Myth looked between the women sitting at the table. The Strikers were looking like a promising lot. But it was still small.

"Ok, we need a base of some sort... and a way to build an army. Death Strikers are usually women... Hapen warriors initially. Men were always in the background roles. Supplies, training, all that sort."

Myth looked around, the cantina. The hot dry weather... well call me an Aussie and ship me to Hoth. I feel at home.

"How do you feel about basing it here... or would you prefer to have a cooler climate???"

Myth shrugged. Her past was... not all that stable. "Well, some time ago I recieved some training from a Jedi Master. But I never followed through... the Jedi stole my sister away from me. And every now and then I sense which path I need to take. I may not follow the jedi, but I know when to listen to intuition. So when I saw myself with some people on Tatooine... well, you can tell."

Trying not to give away too much info, but letting them know her reasons, she gave them what she could.

Myth looked the sith over. She was an impressive sight. With Lightsabre and all. And she might fit the Death Strikers well...

"Well, it's nice to meet you Taren. Why don't you take a seat??? The Death Strikers were a group of women on my home planet. They helped defend the people during a small war that broke out when I was young. My mother was one of the commanders. I learnt a lot from her. We use anything and everything we can find in the way of ammo. Rocks, sand, food... This might actually suit you."

Eyeing the sith warily, Myth took a sip of her drink, letting Taren think it over.

"Still interested??"

Myth smiled. "Kewl. We will be the best Death Strikers in the Galaxy. Do we all have our own ships?? and weapons???"

Myth sighed. "Not of recent, no." Which is probably why I'm looking for something to do now."

Myth smiled as a thought came to her.

"Hehe, we should get the Death Strikers started up."

"It's been going pretty well." Myth replied after swallowing a mouthful of pancake. "Helping out a friend here and there. Learning more about the galaxy and it's inhabitants. Delivering bombs disguised as ships... you know, the usual deal. What about you??? what have you been up to lately???"

I swear I invited so many people to this, and only the three of us remain. How are we supposed to have fun with just us three girls????

hmm, actually, that might not be so bad. Psycho death strikers

mwahahahahahahahaha *cough* damn dry air.

*The bartender brings a large tray over bearing three drinks and a large plate of pancakes*

Ah, right on time.