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  1. Renn Hamis

    Naboo

    Renn frowned in curiosity at Tares' hasty departure, then simply shrugged. He was only one unimportant being in the galaxy, completely in the dark concerning the workings of the higher powers. Abandoning his drink to evaporate in the conditioned air, the Corellian stepped outside onto a gracefully constructed balcony, and marvelled at the serene silence of Naboo's environment. The former bounty hunter had seen much of the galaxy, as his profession required him to constantly travel, but he rarely stayed on any planet for a significant period of time, especially for any purpose other than business. He took in a deep breath, sampling Naboo's unpolluted air like a fine wine. The pure, unbegrudged air slowly ground away at years of stress, and Renn found himself reaching a state of relaxation that he was more accustomed to while drunk. Now that he had no causes or concerns that were pressing for his time, perhaps he could finally enjoy a planet. The Corellian took a few minutes to gather a small amount of wilderness equipment: extra rations, an insulated blanket, extra charges for his BlasTech, but survival in Naboo's hospitable climate was so simple that the meager resources he took with him were probably unnecessary. A lifetime ago, Renn Hamis told his commander, Forn Dodonna, that he always enjoyed exploration. He had always enjoyed familiarizing himself with every facet of an area, and the knowledge he gained often came in handy at surprising moments. So, Renn's boots made a tiny mark on the nearby grasslands as he spent the entire day wandering the gently sloping countryside. He did not return for the night.
  2. Renn Hamis

    Naboo

    The Corellian's expression suddenly turned dark. Even though Renn truly wanted to make something out of his previously sinful life, the fact remained that he believed that he had nowhere else to turn. The Rebellion--Renn had betrayed them both because of the mishandled battle of Coruscant, when the Rebellion first seized the planet, and to follow his commander Forn Dodonna. Open Sky--Renn simply couldn't continue his service to the organization after they had killed Alliance servicemen in a ruse that went too far. The Jedi--if Kirana Sunrider knew that he was training to become a Jedi, he would constantly be under suspicion. He almost took a hasty swig of his Corellian ale, because Tares' question caused dreaded memories to resurface. "My entire life, I've been what most sentients consider to be swamp scum. I've been a beggar, a thief, a bounty hunter..." It was public knowledge that Renn Hamis used to work as a bounty hunter for all parties, though his main clients were the Bounty Hunter's Guild and the Empire. "After being a criminal working for only myself and depraved filth, being a legal bounty hunter was almost a relief for my conscience, at least until..." Then a shutter seemed to close over his hazel eyes and he finally reached for his glass of ale, taking a long, uncomfortable gulp. The incident that he nearly mentioned was a bounty that he undertook for the Empire. Renn had killed time and time again for credits, but agreeing to kill her was something that haunted his memories. The Corellian was relieved that he had completely failed that particular Hunt, but even taking on that contract was a crime that he never forgave himself for. "I eventually got out of the trade, to try to make something out of myself. After I wore out my welcome with the Rebellion, I wasn't sure where else to turn. I was considering the Jedi, but it simply didn't feel right." Of course, that might have been the fact that their Temple came under heavy attack mere hours after he arrived at the edifice. "When your 'janitor,'" Renn smirked. "Gave me instructions to come to Aracoun Morion, I knew that I had to see it through."
  3. Renn Hamis

    Naboo

    Renn Hamis' unnamed E-Wing came out of hyperspace with the classic flicker of pseudo-motion, and the pilot inside the cockpit wondered aloud where his teacher had landed on Naboo. As usual, Fourty-Two offered a bit of advice, made lucid by the snubfighter's display boards. The Corellian followed the drive emissions of a considerably larger craft that had arrived before his snubfighter and soon landed at a convenient landing pad, near a large structure that was possibly an old family's villa. With some discomfort, the new Shadow climbed out of the E-Wing's cockpit and slid down to the tarmac.
  4. "Later, then." Renn Hamis nodded to his sparring partner, then replaced the wooden sword with a completely unnecessary, albeit fanciful toss that landed it directly in its slot. The Corellian proceeded through the Shadow Order's stone temple, planning on searching for a hangar of some sort where he could borrow a spaceworthy vessel--any vessel. Much to his surprise, his own E-Wing was waiting for his use, and Fourty-Two answered his unspoken question with an explanation with a series of cheerful chirrups that he had no hope of deciphering. The new Shadow crammed his body into the snubfighter's cockpit, and he was off-planet in a few moments.
  5. Their combined offensive seemed to succeed, because Renn Hamis and Jazeon Veraxous managed to at least force Tares into changing his tactics. The Corellian was skilled with a sword, but it was clear that he was just barely managing to hold off his teacher's slashes with his own wooden blade. It was only a matter of time before his edge in experience and training allowed him to break through his desperate defense and punish him. That wouldn't do at all. Seeing no other solution, Renn managed to parry Tares' wooden sword slightly out of line with a deft twist of his wrists. Although the tactic wasn't enough to counter his attacks with a sudden thrust, the Corellian had just enough time to make a desperate maneuver. He threw his own body backwards, falling to the floor head-first. Just before his shoulders hit the training mat, his legs came up to kick him in the gut. If this worked, Renn would gain some valuable space to recover. If not... he would effectively be at his teacher's mercy unless Jazeon stepped in.
  6. Renn grinned as Tares seemed to effortlessly evade both their attacks. He was glad to meet an opponent who could thoroughly trounce him and not even allow the Corellian to enjoy the luxury of seeing him sweat. It seemed as though his unusual experiences in the Rebellion, Open Sky, and his old profession as a bounty hunter had left their mark on him by giving him a taste for the masochistic. But there was no time to reminesce, as Renn had the body of a Jedi Knight stumbling towards him. The Corellian advanced towards Vortex to avoid the living projectile. As the hapless Jazeon Veraxous narrowly missed falling over his shoulders, Renn sidestepped opposite to his flightpath. Continuing his sidestep, he used his momentum to fuel a diagonal slash towards his shoulder...
  7. And here came the beating that Renn was expecting. At last, Tares had requested that both of the new Shadows attack him, and it was now time for the Corellian to show how much--or how little--he knew about melee combat in comparison to the Shadow Master. Renn smoothly rose to his feet and nodded quickly to Jazeon. With only the slightest of hesitations, he returned his wooden sword to a two-handed grip and settled into a practical sword-fighting stance. He slowly advanced towards Tares, then engaged him in a flurry of conservative slashes to his midsection that were designed not to present much of a challenge, but simply to initiate combat and allow Jazeon to increase the pressure on the teacher.
  8. Taken slightly aback by Jazeon's wholehearted acceptance of the new Shadow, Renn didn't speak as they shook hands. He only nodded in courtesy and accepted the wooden sword, treating it as respectfully as he would an actual blade. The first step to a cure is admitting that you have a problem. Renn resisted smirking at that thought when he started to answer Tares' philosophical question. He had no doubt that compared to the former Jedi Master he was quite a fool. A competent and experienced fool, but still, a fool. "I've always seen a blade as a weapon--a tool. Its main purpose is for battle, it's meant to be used to kill people. Of course, if you wanted to study how a swordsman uses their weapon, you might be able to find some hints as to how their mind works and what strategies they might use in other situations."
  9. Renn wasn't sure how to respond to Tares' philosophical observation about the nature of combat, so he remained silent. Although the ex-mercenary certainly enjoyed training and could find a morbid satisfaction in dueling a truly worthy opponent, he had never thought of combat as anything other than an unfortunate act that was sometimes a necessity. And yet... he knew that with each battle he was involved in--some of which he didn't even survive--he came away a stronger, more experienced person. Flaws in his technique, and even his character, were exposed. But wisdom through battle? He was a simple man, and this idea was entirely new to him. The Corellian remained still, seated on the training mats, and let the Shadow reacquaint himself with his old apprentice.
  10. "I know a bit--I'm a bit rusty on my hand-to-hand combat skills, though." There was no point in evading the truth; although Renn had seen more fighting in his thirty-two years than most people ever saw in an entire lifetime, most of that combat was with firearms. Hamis was quite confident that he could handle most opponents with a blaster rifle or a sword, but he rarely ever fought with his bare fists, and it had been a long time since his last sparring match. The Corellian joined the Shadow on the training mats, and inwardly prepared himself for a beating. There was no mistaking Tares' words as an invitation to spar, and if Tares used to be a Jedi Master... Renn's previous experiences with Jedi Masters didn't boost his confidence in his abilities to fight them.
  11. "But..." Renn was about to point out the destruction of the Jedi Order and the oppression of the Empire that soon followed, as well as any number of tragedies, massacres, and terrible disasters that had occurred, but it was clear that such a philosophical debate wasn't in order at the moment. The Corellian hadn't even begun his training and knew almost nothing about Tares' point of view, so he accepted that any counterarguments he had were completely uninformed. As the two men walked through the temple's hallways, Renn watched a pair of Shadows engage in a friendly sparring match, deftly exchanging blows with a grace that he couldn't have imitated on his finest day. "That's why you lead me here. You thought I had a potential for your Order, and that I'd accept your philosophy instead of the Jedi." It wasn't a question; only an conclusion. "And it seems you have a message."
  12. For the duration of the journey to the stone temple, Renn Hamis was uncharacteristically silent. He made no comments or observations; he simply followed the Shadow's lead to the edifice. The Corellian couldn't shake the feeling that he had just done something that the stranger didn't approve of. Not that he was especially worried, but it was all but obvious that this Shadow was a man that he would need to please later. He finally spoke up after the two men reached the temple and the Shadow introduced Renn into his Order. "Thanks, but I have questions. Who are you, and what is the Shadow Order?" Nearly everyone knew about the Jedi and Sith Orders, but as Renn's host had already explained, the Shadows preferred to remain hidden from the face of the galaxy and act without notice.
  13. Staring down at the blade that was now resting uncomfortably to his trachea, Renn Hamis tried to follow the lustrous line of the dagger's edge to the blade's owner... but he couldn't see anything in the shadows. His eyes still hadn't completely adjusted to the darkness, and not being able to see his ambusher's face unnerved him. For all he knew, there might have been an actual man wielding that blade, or it could be suspended by a booby trap... or this... Shadow Knight, or whatever he called himself, might be using the Force to levitate the dagger. At least one thing was certain. Renn would have to leave his life behind at this moment. The most obvious way would be to refuse the stranger's offer, have his throat slit and be left to die on this mysterious planet. The other would be to accept his offer, and find out what divine truth he was offering to reveal to the Corellian. His hazel eyes flashed down towards the offending blade one last time before making eye contact with the Shadow Knight. "Point taken." He inwardly groaned at his awful, unintentional pun. "I'll join; teach me your ways, show me whatever truth you're hiding... just get that fracking dagger away from my throat." Renn's tone was dry, but it was clear that the weapon was an unnecessary bargaining tool; the Corellian's curiousity was enough motivation for him to accept his offer at this point.
  14. The stranger's answer, or lack thereof, only succeeded in making the mystery surrounding this man even more murky All he really explained was that Renn had managed to catch himself in forces that he couldn't understand yet. He snorted softly. "Right. Riddles. I thought about taking a lesson in how to speak that language, but... such is life. In between fighting for the Rebellion and bounty hunting, I never really found the time." By now, Renn was just speaking because he had no idea what was happening, making dry wisecracks because he had nothing to say that was relevant to their mind-bending conversation.
  15. Renn nearly flinched at seeing a lightsaber ignited in his face and swung uncomfortably close to his body, but there was hardly anything Renn could do about it if Tares decided to attack him. However, he didn't have to formulate a futile defense, because it was only the trip wire coiled around his ankle that was severed. When Hamis returned to the much more comfortable standing position, he returned his vibroblade to his belt. "Your message--you mean the one delivered by that careless janitor at the Jedi Temple? Yeah, I got it." He couldn't help but cast a glance at the stranger's lightsaber as he followed him down the path. "I've only seen Jedi--or Sith--with lightsabers, but you're definitely no Sith. Are you a Jedi?"
  16. "What the--" Renn Hamis tried to twist his ankle out of the crude sling, accomplishing nothing but twisting his ankle as he was hoisted into the air. He simply hung limp for a couple of seconds with a resigned expression, as though he was resisting the tempation to roll his eyes at his clumsiness. Renn glanced upwards and noticed with dismay that the rope had coiled tightly around his ankle, pinning his vibroblade to his ankle and making escape a much more difficult proposition. The Corellian continued to swing from side to side as the black-clad stranger made his presence known and tried to twist his body to face his detainer. "Oh, just great, lovely view, really." Still swinging slightly, he offered his hand to the stranger. "Name's Renn Hamis; you don't happen to be in the business of hunting men, are you?"
  17. "I knew I shouldn't've left home without my coat." Even though Renn spoke good-naturedly, he was somewhat bewildered by how it seemed that the most commonplace people would play a part in this trail of bizarre clues. For a moment, the Corellian considered the possibility that this was simply a conspiracy to lead him away from civilization and eliminate him without so much as a whisper from the rest of the galaxy. That thought was almost enough for him to think better of following the old man's directions and simply fly away and try to offer his services elsewhere. You've already gone this far, Renn. What's some time spent hiking in the mountains compared to light-years of travel already? Besides... The man reflected grimly. If whoever laid this trail used all this effort to kill me, they deserve to finish the job. Nodding in farewell to the old farmer, Renn took the patriarch's advice and headed up the path through untamed wilderness. About an hour later, he was cursing himself for not taking the time to stretch out his legs before setting out. Had Puffi Maa been with him, the psychotic droid would have probably made use of this ripe opportunity to point out the flaws of the organic body and even offer to remove his legs so he could get prosthetics. The thought alone made Renn crack a grin and made the dull sensation of stiffness seem distant. Come on, old man. What are you waiting for? As the trail began to narrow and climbed into the mountains, the Corellian's pride got the better of him and he began to jog.
  18. "So, this is Aracoun..." Renn checked the piece of flimsy that he still kept in his tunic's pocket. "Morion." R7-P0, who Renn decided to nickname "Fourty-two" because of his tendancy to answer everything that Renn said, regardless of whether he wanted a reply, whistled a brief comment of agreement and automatically set the E-Wing's autopilot to take them to the coordinates that Renn received on Coruscant. Until the E-Wing landed, there was nothing that Renn could do other than admire the planet's scenery. A few minutes later, the E-Wing landed on Aracoun's surface and Renn painfully crawled out of the snubfighter's cockpit, wincing slightly at the cramps that had built up in his legs. The man sat on the E-Wing's port wing, and spoke to the empty wilderness surrounding him. "Uh, hello, anyone out there? This janitor on Coruscant kind of beat me up with his mop, and for some reason he told me to come here..."
  19. ((Quite frankly, I've hated roleplaying two characters with one alias, so... Puffi Maa and Renn Hamis finally part ways. And believe it or not... I'm still here. I've had Internet problems the last few days, and I really don't want to abandon this alias.)) Puffi Maa slowly withdrew from his terminal, and glanced at his organic partner, who was staring out the bridge viewport. The Corellian was apparently lost in his own bleak thoughts. "So, Renn... how's it feel to be a traitor?" The droid kept his tone light, but the Correllian flinched, as though the words physically wounded him. When he finally spoke, the words came out as a croak. "I've felt better." Renn didn't even bother turning from his view. He just stared at the blue planet in the distance, the final resting place of the crew of a Golan platform. Men that Renn was indirectly responsible for the death of. For possibly the third time in his life, Renn felt ashamed of himself and his actions. He knew that with the destruction of Rebel craft and the Golan platform, it was impossible for Open Sky--if the faction still existed--to hold the moral high ground. In reality, that Rebel captain was correct; they had betrayed the Rebellion. How did it come to this? I never intended--we never intended for this to be anything more than a hit and run, not to kill Rebels. We were supposed to be allied with the Rebellion... That was what Forn Dodonna had said at the founding of the vigilante faction. Separate, yet allied with the Rebellion. And now... they were fighting against their allies. With this battle, they had betrayed their former comrades... and Renn had betrayed Forn. The one woman that had the guts to give him a chance at honor. And Renn had shoved it back in her face, and practically spat on her grave. Renn vaguely heard the scrape of metal on metal, quickly followed by a sharp puff: the distinctive sound generated by a smoke grenade's detonation. Fooled into thinking there was a fire raging on the bridge, a group of specially equipped MSE-6 maintenance droids sallied forth from a maintenance duct to put out the "fire." Renn turned to ask Puffs what was going on-- --but he wasn't there. The droid was nowhere to be seen. For the first time in years, Renn was now completely alone, alone to face whatever fate awaited him.
  20. ((Ah... we have no weapons. Kirana kindly took them away from us, but said nothing about our fighters. )) As Tycho Kosk was issuing his launching orders, Puffi Maa and Renn Hamis were working on a project that they felt was essential to the survival of the Rejuvinator: the defense against the boarding crews, and locating and finding that damned backdoor program. Puffi Maa had already slapped an embarrassed bridge officer out of his terminal with a metallic tentacle, and was poring through the programming in the main computer, trying to find the backdoor, scrolling through thousands of lines of code per second. At the very least, he felt a twinge of grudging admiration for whoever had programmed in this backdoor; it was extremely well disguised. But he would find it... and find a way around it. It was only a matter of time. Meanwhile, Renn began poring over a schematic of the ship's hull, identifying weak points where a boarding crew could cut in: airlocks, weak sections of the hull, areas that housed vital subsystems. Only two boarding craft? They're not out to take the ship... this is a rescue mission. Renn began speaking to himself, clearly in deep thought. "Wait a second... wait a second... there's no point in trying to cut in from there; they think we can't bring the shields up. No point in taking the comm systems... Could it be... "Puffs--I have an idea." "Wow. Who'da thunk it." Puffi Maa didn't even look up from his terminal as Renn began outlining his plan. However, by the time that he finished his explanation, even Puffs had to admit, his tactic was unconventional, crazy, and had the potential to cause a lot of collateral damage--all traits that the demented droid admired. "Renn, there have been times when you've confused me, and times that I've been downright ashamed of you... but occasionally, you impress me. Now, quickly--get the troops ready to repel boarders! I'll have this done in a Coruscant Minute!" The former bounty hunter took one moment to consider why he was taking orders from a droid, then ducked into the hallway to join the swarm of soldiers jogging towards their battle stations.
  21. Renn Hamis

    Bakura

    Mon Calamari: one of the Rebellion's primary shipyards. It would definitely be well defended, and Renn sincerely hoped that they weren't building any capital ships at the time. If they were.... things could get very nasty. Relax, Renn. Focus on the task at hand. Worrying about it will get you killed. Renn tried to keep his mind occupied elsewhere as he took the Warwitch into one of the Rejuvinator's hangars. Beside him, Puffi Maa was already preparing the freighter for a battle, his robotic mind apparently elsewhere. As soon as Renn landed, he reported to the bridge.
  22. Renn Hamis

    Bakura

    When Kosk and Geki/Mammon opened the door to the discussion room, they found Renn bellowing at Puffi Maa, practically red-faced with anger. "That is absolutely nothing to joke about! Even pretending to toss a hidden mic on someone, in the middle of a secret base, could get us thrown in the brig!" "Relax, Renn. It could have been any number of things--a sudden, unexplained spasm in my servomotors. After all, I've been needing a good lube for a while." The tentacled droid's tone turned sinister. "Or, perhaps, one of the many--how did you put it? Ah, yes, 'quirks in my programming.'" Renn stopped dead in his argument. "What the--you weren't supposed to hear that." Puffi Maa actually chuckled. "I wasn't 'supposed to.' That phrase means nothing--" "--not when someone's dealing with you." Renn muttered out of the side of his mouth. "Shut up, Renn. If you haven't noticed due to your illogical temper tantrum, Mr. Kosk has returned." The former bounty hunter jumped about a centimeter into the air, hastily turned around, and tried in vain to cover his embarrassment. "I... ah... a slight misunderstanding between a man and his insane droid partner. He pretended to throw a hidden mic on your clothing," he shot Puffi Maa a resentful look. "Probably just to see if I would panic. Mission accomplished, Puffs. "But no need to worry. Your conversation was not recorded." ((Just having some fun at Renn's expense, that's all. He didn't hear nothing. Let's move along.))
  23. Renn Hamis

    Bakura

    Renn was torn in his support. Even though he greatly appreciated the irony behind Vash's plan, he wasn't so sure about engaging the Rebels. He also knew the risks of the plan backfiring. Then again, he used to be a bounty hunter, one of the most despised professions in the galaxy. Being loathed wasn't anything new to him. "If we inform the Rebellion, we run the risk of the deception being exposed if a high-ranking officer is captured. It's happened before." He experienced a brief pang as he remembered Forn Dodonna. "If that happens, all of our plans will come to naught." He sighed heavily. "Sadly, I think that it may be best that we follow through with this plan with minimal contact with the Rebellion. If the campaign appears coordinated, our enemies will suspect a hoax. "I can see only one problem with this plan. Eventually, the campaign will have to escalate. I've never met Geki, but I know his reputation, and I know that he would never hold back against an opponent."
  24. Renn Hamis

    Bakura

    Renn practically ran into the briefing room, embarrassed at being late. Puffi Maa followed in a few seconds later, his metallic tentacles clinking coolly on the floor. "I... ah... sorry, sir. Apparently I failed to hear your initial request for your meeting." Puffi Maa muttered something under his "breath" about careless, forgetful organics and that Renn could use a cybernetic implant so this would never occur again. If Renn heard, he gave no indication of it. "Reporting, sir."
  25. Renn Hamis

    Bakura

    Renn stood at attention in the bridge for a few seconds, then realized why everybody didn't seem to recognize him. It was that damned SEED helmet covering his face. With a groan, he slid the helmet off. "Reporting for duty." If Puffi Maa was capable, he would have rolled his single eye.
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