Ryloth's Imperial Garrison

[Vladimir Faust]

Still showing no visible sign of emotion, Faust issues one last short order.

 

"Take the Jedi Kirlocca to the Jedi's ship." He points to a storm trooper commander. "You know the message I wish to deliver. Do so by accompanying Kirlocca. If any harm befalls the Wookie, there will be hell to pay."

 

Kirlocca is wheeled out and put on board Talon's ship, with coordinates for Ilum given to the computer and a cleared route out of Ryloth is markated to the ship. The storm trooper fills ill at ease, assuming that the Jedi's R2 unit would greet his appearance with nothing less than antipathy.

 

Back in the medical chamber, Faust turns his attention back to Talon, motioning for two guards to move forward and bind him. The calm mask and cold veneer falls off his face and once more his blue eyes dance with an icy fire, his smiling drawing back to reveal teeth like the fangs of a ravenous beast. In a surprising move, Faust intended to keep his promise- Kirlocca would go free and Talon would take his place... right to the bitter end.

 

"A noble bargin, Master Jedi," Faust purrs. "I cannot be entirely disdainful of your courage in this situation." There is the faintest click of stun cuffs from behind, along with the sounds of several weapons being ready in case of any last minute contigencies. "However, such nobility I'm afraid, such a great and kindly gesture as the one you made here, is likely to be your last, slowest, and most painful mistake." His smile widens once more, the light in his eyes full blown with malice. "We'll be going to Cardia, Master Talon. A Jedi of your outstanding reputation will make a great prize for the Dark Lord himself to despense with."

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca felt the force once he was able to. But Kirlocca was unable to do anything due to the fact that he tried to kill himself off to free himself. In his unconcious mind, the jedi master wanted to be free...*

[Talon]

Talon felt the steely grip of the stun-cuffs locking his wrists together.

 

”œAs I said before, Mr. Faust, I will willingly endure the fate that awaits me.”

[Snowtropper]

Barreks photoreciptors slowly came online along with the rest of his body. He sat up and saw the world clearer then ever before. He looked to the doctor and said, "it appears to opperation was a sucess". His voice sounded almost like it had before though it had a bit more of a metalice echo to it. He then opened his right palm and acitavted the magnets inside it.

 

He pulled his weapons towards him and with inhuman accuracy caught them in his hands and holstered them. After standing up he then focused the magnents on one of the medical droids. With a slight movement of his wrist he threw the droid across the room and it smashed into the wall sending parts to the floor. Barrek then made a nosie that resembled a laugh and said, "it appears you'll need a new droid". He then walked out of the room, his meatalic feet hitting the floor with a soft metalic tap.

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust's smile is beatific. He leaves one simple communique for Amon, recognizing him as the highest commanding officer here on Ryloth and orders a trasnport readied.

 

I'm taking the Jedi Talon to Cardia personally. Leave a briefing for Slicer upon his return. Keep up the defenses as you are in charge of this garrison for the time being.

 

Having sent the cybermental comm off, Faust walks beside his prisoner at a close- yet not too close distance as they make for the spaceport. En route, the Jedi is given a careful, if not invasive search for any weapons or surprises and in a direct, military fashion releaved of them. The shuttle carrying the unconscious Wookie, the astromech droid, and the stormtrooper was already gone from orbit and barring some accident, more than half way to Ilum. While some may suggest he just gave up the Wookie without a fight, Faust had plans with in plans working in his twisted head and a bargin in good faith was the start...

 

"Your reputation in combat is something I wish to test one day," Faust states. "Something that has earned the Dark Lord's respect to be sure, but given your other history with in the Sith order, that respect will not save you from a most unpleasant end." His voice is once more calm, though there's a sharp under current. "Pray to whatever merciful will you believe exists in the Force that the Dark Lord dispatches you himself, or he will turn you over to me." They board a large transport, containing prisoners, slaves, and other assorted military supplies. For the Jedi, knowing full well that at this point it was only Faust's ysalmari field muting his powers, the Imperials dug out an old piece of innovative technology- the universal energy cage- and deposited the Talon inside, leaving him hovering helpless in its midst.

 

"Should that happen," he continues, surveying the surroundings and giving them a susinct nod of approval, "I intend to break you like I've broken others of your order. The Wookie was too easy, too damaged to begin with to be of much fun or much of a threat even if left to his own devices." The animal grin returns as the transport lifts off. Below, Faust's familiar ship takes off on its own, following the transport. "Death will be the end, but only after I destroy your noble spirit and cosign you to the depths of madness." The tone in which that threat is delivered suggests to the observing eye, that the bastion of madness lay with in the sadistic hunter, a wrathful cup which was always more than willing to pour on those who fell under his power. "Like your former leader, like the billions who died on Coruscant, Kashyyyk, Naboo, and other worlds, you will break. It is inevitable... Then, when you see reality for what it is, you will be a truly fitting opponent."

 

With that, the transport clears orbit and vanishes into hyperspace, though the hunters slow, deadly laughter seems to echo behind in space.

[Snowtropper]

After the fitting of his armor on his robotic skelton Barrek resembled something along the lines of a Phase III dark trooper. After a few tests the doctors said that he would need to become adjusted to his new body and until then he wouldn't not be able to go in to combat. So for the next fourteen planetary cycles Barrek was on mandatory leave. Barrek soon had preped his ship and left the planet following the deignated routes to through the atmosphere. Once he was clear of Ryloth's gravity, he entered hyperspace cordinates for Tatooine. He then jumped into hyperspace speading through to the desert planet.

[Amon Goeth]

Goeth sat behind his desk with his feet propped up, leaning back in a causal and relaxed state. He had recently been informed of his position as the new commander of the Ryloth Garrison. The Magna guards present at the faculties were reprogrammed and put back to their tasks.

 

He sent out a message, informing the soldiers on the base that a Slave Labor camp was to be designed and built for the native Twi'leks to work in. He would have this place doing something useful for its Empire in No time.

[Slicer]

He was out of the place in a matter of moments. As soon as he awoke he recieved his armor, this time he had taken precautions in order to have it built. As he donned it he was informed that his new ship had arrived, Naturally he boarded that too. He needed to go check on something. Then he would comprise a hit list and execute it.

 

Boarding his new ship he scanned it for... special devices and finding none blasted off into space.

[Amon Goeth]

The commandant of the Ryloth Garrison, Amon Goeth, stood on the Balcony of his large house placed up atop a hill. From the Balcony he was able to view all of the camp and much of the Imperial base and its security. He was pleased with the way things were going; the camp was producing a large quantity of munitions for the Navy and Army now at minimal cost.

 

He lifted his partially gone cigarette to his mouth and let it hang there for a few moments before he inhaled a bit of it. For all the good he was doing for the Empire he still felt something was lacking, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on just what it was.

 

He turned his gaze to the workers in the far west courtyard, they were supposed to be working on the foundation of a new barrack, but not all of them were working. What appeared to be a young female was sitting down on the job, when he had not granted the animal such a thing. They didn't need breaks; beasts deserved no such pleasures.

 

He stepped inside his room and lifted his rifle from its position against the wall. He rested his hand on the cold steel of the bolt that kept the bullets locked in place. Gingerly he pulled it back to make sure that the weapon was loaded and seeing that it was, he stepped back out onto the balcony.

 

Amon pulled up a seat and sat the rifle against the edge of the balcony, flicking the ash off of the tip of his smoke then returning it to his mouth before continuing. He raised the large weapon and balanced his elbow on the marble top of the ledge. Goeth's weapon was leveled upon the Twi'Lek. Soon his cross hairs rested on her heart and he fired the weapon. The reverberations of the gun shot could be heard for miles

 

The ground behind the sub-species erupted as she fell forward; dead. Amon traced his tongue over his teeth, cleaning away a bit of the food he had for breakfast then proceeded to pull the bolt of his gun back and load another shell into the chamber.

 

He would soon have to get dressed and venture down into the yards and find himself a new servant to take care of his house, keeping it clean and cooking. Not a task that pleased him, but one he had to do personally”¦lest one of the men screw it up somehow.

[Sasori]

An entire fleet of transports exited over the planet of Ryloth. This particular shipment of troops were the last remnants of the Caridian Battalion settling down on the planet below and unloading its mass amounts of Officers, Troopers, Pilots, and the like. Nokrt himself was at the helm of this intrusion upon the Garrison here, but he had little choice in the matter. Whatever his Master had planned it would be done precisely and he had to evacuate the lush everglade world of Carida for the dank, dusty wasteland of Ryloth.

 

Nokrt moved up to the commanding officer of this establishment((AMON GOETH)) and informed him of why the rise in established troops here had gone up 400%. with that Nokrt turned and left his Lieutenant to ensure the Imperial detachment from Carida arrived in comfort and with that he left the system aboard his YT-1300 and went off towards the stars.

[Sasori]

Nokrt returned to Ryloth after a frightening message had reached hisears form Master Dagon. The time had come for drastic measures and Nokrt was to be the center of such action. He quickly landed his ship called Venom division to him and took off toward the escalating battle above Haruun Kal. He had each of his men board a separate TIE Defender and the squad took off toward Haruun Kal, Nokrt with his special device in place.

[Guest]

Bellus came to an abrupt halt from hyper drive. The freighter hovered above the Empire's garrison planet. The huge monk aboard turned his comm on.

 

COMM--This Brother Tiberius pilot and captain of the Bellus. I ask permission to land in your spaceport. --COMM

 

Tiberius switched the comm off and pushed his hood back. The monk's head was almost bald, but the hair that was there was shaved into the imperial symbol. All the Brothers of Tiberius's sect had this shaved into their head on their initiation, along with a huge tattoo of the imperial symbol and a K on his back, it was the symbol for the Imperial Monk's. The Imperial Monks were a secret and old cult. Each monk joined the ranks of the Imperial Troopers and fought for their Emperor-God Khorn. Tiberius was the last of this sacred order, and he was fulfilling his destiny.

[Sasori]

Nokrt landed his ship at Ryloth seting it down quickly and making his way out of the shuttle his hair still mangled and his body still covered in a wild display of human blood. the Chiss Lord went to his command center to find his Liieutenant awaiting him, of course not in the way that Nokrt had shown up.

 

"Who is waiting out in space for authorization Lieutenant?"

 

"A recruit I believe sir, should I bring him in?"

 

Nokrt paid no attention but leaned over to the comm device his blood stained finger pressing firmly on the COMM trigger.

 

COMM--Tiberias--

 

"Imperial Recruit, the bulk of this force is returning to Carida momentarily. If you wait in your vessel for about two hours you should be able to join us on our way back to Carida."

 

END COMM--

 

Nokrt stood and looked to his Lieutenant.

 

"Give the depolyment orders...its time to go home."

 

The Chiss meanwhile went to the nearest barber and had his hair cropped so that it was even. His long beautiful and menacing hair was now gone and he looked liek a good CEDF boy once more. He put on his Imperial unifrom now with a cloak over it to keep his ties to the Sith strong and made his way to the command vessel and they exited Carida along with the lone vessel (TIBERIAS) to Carida.

 

(Post once here than at Carida Tiberias)

[Guest]

Tiberias listened to the COMM and was a little disappointed. The Imperial Monk was hoping to land at the garrison, a place were his Brother's joined the Imperial ranks. The garrison was almost a sacred ground to the Monks, but nonetheless he followed his orders.

 

The two hours passed by fast, for Tiberias was meditating and praying to Khorne. His arms were spread wide, palms facing up. The Monk was stripped down to his pants. His shirt, sandals, and robe were tossed to the side. A low chant was being emitted from the monk's lips, his eyes rolled back. The prayer stopped abruptly and Tiberias stood up in front of a statue of the Emperor-God Khorne. The monk dressed again, and returned to the cockpit. The monk turned his thrusters on and followed the fleet.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Dropping off the ships per request, along with the storm trooper, Earl Starkiller collects his fee from the Imperials for towing services. With a cordial farewell, he takes off again, lighting up a thick cigarra. After an in house repo order from the CEC on a Corellian Corvette for the Seneferian Chancellory, which fell behind in its payments, he planned to spend some time on some R&R- some gambling, drinking, pleasurable company, and a new box of Endorian cigars.

 

Life was good.

 

With that thought, he and his crew take off into hyperspace.

[Guest]

Exiting hyperspace above Ryloth, the Hutt company ship slowed down to a hover in the upper atmosphere of the planet. Reaper grabbed the comm unit and sent down a comm to the Imperial Base located there.

 

Comm to Imperial Base

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This is Reaper Grimm, Hutt Assassin. I am here to retrieve my ship from your hired repo man. Requesting permission to land and pay the fines.

 

- Reaper Out

 

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End Comm

 

Reaper patiently awaited a reply from the Imperial Base.

[Guest]

Realizing no one was home, Reaper became slightly aggravated that he wouldn't be able to get his ship back. He thought back to when they first found their ships had been taken off of that god foresaken planet. Then he remembered the name of the company, Kheldar Vos Correlli Enterprises. "Hey, isn't that on Coruscant?" he thought to himself.

 

"Hmmm, then maybe i should start there." Reaper said to himself. He turned to the Captain of the ship and told him of his plan and where to go. Moments later the ship left the atmosphere and headed for Coruscant, or atleast, the Last Call. It seemed a good of a place to start as any.

[Rihn]

Dropping out of hyperspace, the Marauder-class corvette and two Discril-class attack cruisers positioned themselves over the Ryloth system. For the most part, everything was quite and the space protection was minimal to say the least. Moving in for an attack run, the three warships opened fire, easily destroying all of the Imperial fighter support. It was clearly no match for a compliment of three large warships such as these.

 

Ending the skirmish, the battleships moved on to their primary target. Locating the imperial base on the planet below, the warships locked on. Opening fire, they began their bombardment as buildings and soldiers exploded below.

 

Meanwhile, Rihn sent a message to Commander Orsa.

 

"Commander. We need to make sure to leave nothing left. Of course, if we can...let's not target that impound. At least, not just yet. Open the fighter bays and set some stealth agents to the impound."

 

"Sounds good, sir."

 

Grinning to himself, Rihn thought back to the fateful day when his ship was stolen and moved to this base.

 

Pay back sure is a B*%^#!

[Rihn]

((legal double post))

 

Finding no further resistance, the bombardment commenced. Focusing their firepower only on the Imperial base below, the Hutt ships began to level the buildings. Dropping into the atmosphere, the two Discril-class attack cruisers quickly swooped down. Ruthlessly bombarding the base, the Marauder-Class corvette soon launched it's fighter bays.

 

Swarming out of the corvette, two M22-T Krayt Gunships, two M12-L Kimogila Heavy Fighter, two G1-M4-C Dunelizard fighter, two M3-A Scyk fighter, and two modified Alpha-3 Nimbus-class V-wing starfighter blazed towards the planets surface. Then launching its shuttles, the Hutt's twi'lek commandos invaded the Impound.

 

With the current damage to the base and the land forces, the skilled commandos found minimal resistance, especially since the Impound wasn't a top priority. Reporting back that they had secured the compound, Orsa responded.

 

"Good job commandos. I've forwarded Rihn's ship information so that you can give access and by-pass his security protocols. Meanwhile, empty the Impound. Split up and grab every ship you can find in there of any value. Then get back up there. Orsa out."

 

Meanwhile, the second shuttle of commandos and mercs had a very different mission. Split into three divisions, each took on their open dangerous assignment. All the while, the single pilot needed to fly the first shuttle to the Impound made another run to the corvette before returning planetside and landed his ship beside the second shuttle.

 

Group one, Krayt Gamma, was assigned to an armorment raid. Fighting their way into what was left of the armory, they collected all weapons of value they could find and salvage.

 

Group two, Krayt Theta, moved in one the remains of the imperial base of operations. They job was to collect whatever information was available about Imperial troop movements, base locations, and troop compliments per base. Granted, Rihn would have liked to being by attacking a base of more strategic value than this small outpost. However, such a blind attack would be foolish and in order to gain the information he would need for such an attack, attacking the garrison here was his best bet.

 

Group three, Hutt Reapers, quickly set out to collect whatever imperial slaves had survived the attack. Quite possibly these slaves could have come across or overheard knowledge of imperial information, plans, or strategies during their servitude under the Empire. Even if nothing came of it, however, it would be worthwhile to have a few extra slaves.

 

Group four, Hutt Alpha, was assigned to salvage what was left of imperial group and naval weapons, such as ships, heavy and group assault vehicles, and the like. Even damage, the Hutts were confident they could repair and reserve them for future use.

 

Meanwhile, having been given the ok, the the Hutt modified Imperial style escort carrier dropped out of hyperspace to aid in the pick up. Setting down on the planet's surface, the vessel would be used for loading of the larger vehicles and equipment, while the various smuggling vessels accompanying it would be utilized in the the movement of the captured slaves, aquired data, and stolen weapons.

 

Aided by the Discril-class coverfire, AST-5 Armored Sentinel Transports, as well as the swamp speeders, and all terrain attack pods deployed from the escort carrier, it was only a matter of time before each group fulfilled their assignments. With blazing efficiency, the well trained twi'lek commandos and elite mercs accomplished their various jobs with only moderate losses.

 

Once finished, troops inside the carrier poured out to aid in speeding the stolen goods transportation process.

 

All the while, Commander Orsa smiled as he monitored the operation from above.

 

Sending Rihn a comm, he reported, "Well, General, it seems it worked. I had my doubts. I know we've done such operations so smaller privates and other who have opposed us, but the Empire! This is just about as crazy as crazy can get."

 

Rihn smirked, "Not so much when you realized that the Empire is predictable. I personally wouldn't have sacrified the Ryloth base in exchange for our palace. Our palace has little strategic importance. Other than a figurehead for our recruiting and operations in the Tatooine system it's of no value. And for what? Slaves? Umaga only had some 500 hundred personal slaves present there at any one time. Whoopy! They got some slaves. I'm willing to bet we killed more of their slaves here than they will aquire from us in their childish raid."

 

Orsa laughed, "So that's what this is about then?"

 

"No. Not exactly. Our organization is designed to be mobile. That's the only way to run a criminal organization. It's really the only way to get away with illegal activities because if we were stationary, the police forces would have a location to target and shut down our whole operation. The point of this attack was to regain our palace losses and gain tactical Imperial data."

 

"Yes. I'm sure it will come in handy."

 

"Of course it will. We don't have some of the galaxies best slicers and hackers for nothing! The truth is, we aren't going to win with a head-on assault. The only thing we can do is nickle and dime them until they start to feel it."

 

Orsa chuckled a little, "I guess that makes cents."

 

Completely missing the pun, Rihn replied, "Of course it does. You kill 500 of my slaves, I kill 1000 of yours. You kill 500 of my men. I kill 1000 of yours. We may or may not win in the end, but we're not going down quietly."

 

"Excuse me, sir," one of Orsa's officers interrupted. "The group forces report that they have finished their operation and are ready to vacate the system."

 

"Thank you, Lt. Rihn? You hear that?"

 

"Yup. Finish leveling the last of their buildings and then jump to hyperspace. I'll encode your next coordinates on route."

 

"Yes, sir!"

 

"Oh...and Orsa..."

 

"Yeah?"

 

"Congratulations on your first successful Imperial raid. May you see the success of many more."

 

Orsa grinned widely, "Thank you, sir. You know." Orsa chuckled a little, "I think I'd like that. Orsa out."

 

Ordering a quick strike on what was left of the Imperial garrison and leveling it to the ground, Orsa regrouped his fleet forces, including their newly aquired ships, and jumped to hyperspace.

 

The rubble was littered sporadically with Hutt holopads.

 

For violation of Hutt Cartel Criminal Code §17311.27 the "Illegal Occupation and Eviction" rule, your ships, vehicles, and all equipment are being impounded. You are charged 1,500 credits per item for this offense, as well as a 5,000 credit towing fee and 5,000 credits in impound fees. However, being that you can't afford that, all your property now belongs to the Hutt Cartel. Upon surrender, you may reclaim your merchandise.

 

For all your funeral and burial service needs, please contact Hutt Underground Services at 0768-17134-768-27489506. Ask for "Your maker."

[Slicer]

He was suprised to say the least, to think that the place had been leveled to teh ground, wasn't news, but to actually see it was disturbing.

 

The hero and ch ampion of the ryloth people had returned, if only toa sses the damage the Empire had taken in the mini war against the hutts.

 

He still remembered much information and so he found it realitivly easy to not only land but to poke around at teh scattered remains of the battle.

 

disgusting creatures those Hutts, but this could still serve my purposes.

 

He accessed the force, and after hunting through tons of debris, he found what he was looking for, or perhaps what he wasn't looking for. Retrieving the green diamonds, he reseled them in a container before moving onto the next task. Which inadvertly was collecting a few nutrient dishes that were still in the required shape to hold the creature he felt he was going to need soon.

 

He tossed about five in, after cutting thruogh the now one story building wuith his lightsaber. Then with his small business concluded he started up his ship and left this godforsaken place.

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust lands at Ryloth, met by a small Imperial company of various crew and soldiers. His cold eyes survey the remains of the former garrison, as well as the Hutt holonotes, some of which still survived amid the rubble. He has one brought to him after some examination to detect any traps or tricks. Though he initially scowls at the messages, he chuckles when he is finished hearing it.

 

"Cheeky bastards," he laughs. "I'd have their insolent heads for this, but that is a war long won and done beyond a decisive doubt." Faust turns to an aide for his newest venture, one of the few survivors of the original garrison. "See what you can do about hiring some of the Twi'lek commandos and mercinaries that did this. On the down and low though... I'd rather not have the official anti-human policy turn away any useful talent. I shall also be in contact with the Hutt's newest leader. After we've re-established ourselves here, I think he shall be most interested in hearing about how he can tap this planet's lucerative... manual labor market... for the mutual profit of his organization and the Empire."

 

The reconstruction begins slowly as the old base is cleared out for a new design. Per the general's twisted commands, extra room is given for training elite troops, as well as for holding, interrogating, torturing, and painfully executing prisoners and slaves. Slowly, the durasteel walls are raised, employing a quad-set of planetary turbo lasers and ion cannons behind a limited orbital shield. Using Faust's ties, contacts are made with the local government, assuring that the old garrison would be for the planet's defenses and that no interference would be made with local politics- save for stimulating certain parts of the economy.

 

The garrison is re-settled, with Faust having a special training room and holo-simulator put in. Faust quietly settles in, sending reports out to the Emperor's command center of this development, as well as to the Hutt lord. Finally, his elite troops, survivors of his Gala and Manaan missions are summoned back for further training and honing in the art of slaying force users.

[Reagan McGreggor]

After a bit of a vacation with the kids, and then some business that needed taking care of Reagan was finally able to catch up with what was really important... Faust.

 

She landed her ship and made her way quickly to where he was... she stood outside for a bit listening to him, and then using the techniques he taught her, she masked her presense, and made her way in behind him... quietly coming up behind him... As he sat down, she slowly bent down and kissed his neck... being caucious of his reaction, she made sure to move quickly away from him before he thwacked her.

 

"Hello Darling, have you missed me?"

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust, busy training his troops, appears to pay no heed to Reagan as she makes her approach. Though he did not feel her presence in the force, the soft sound of footsteps, the sound of breathing and the scent of hair all but screamed to Faust of her approach. He does not even give a faint smile, lest he inadvertantly give some cue to the elite corps whom he is training in the art of a specialized form of swordfighting using a modified gunblade that was one part swordbreaker and one part flechette launcher. During the practice for reloading and properly maintaining said weapon, he took a seat.

 

His eyes close in that brief moment, finally smiling, as Reagan makes her approach, and delivers her kiss. Faust gives a small sigh and a faint smile as the question is posed to him. His response is of course swift and deftly executed. Faust's hands suddenly spread out as if he were about to attempt a simple move. Instead Reagan finds herself literally swept off her feet and lifted around into his lip in an austentatious display of his force powers where he promptly enfolds her in a tight bear hug.

 

"And that concludes our lesson for today," he orders. "Be wary, be calm, and be patient when dealing with force users and they can fall right into your lap." Catching something in Faust's tone and expression the troops hurry out, giving their leader some privacy. There are a few smirks along the way, though Faust notes they are carefully guarded.

 

When Faust and Reagan are alone, his voice is dry, even laconic. "You did an excellent job masking your presence," he states, "though I still had five other senses that were able to pick you up. If I was not so... familiar with you... I doubt I'd have thought much of it." Tacturn as ever, that was Faust's way of saying a definitive "yes" to her question.

 

Standing up and carrying her in a sitting position on his right arm, he continues on. "It's been a bit lonely, scourging the galaxy. I've been running errands for Black Sun and the Empire- laying seige to a few star systems, ordering the seizing of bases, and even picked up a few free lance Mandalorians to do my bidding in harrying the Rebels and their allies. Your absence at the tournament was noted, but if it can't be helped." he shrugs.

 

"Though," he adds cheerfully and with a chuckle, his eyes glinting- not with malice or anger, but with quiet mischief, "you better have a good excuse."

[Reagan McGreggor]

Reagan laughed at Faust in spite of herself. She should be angry at him for not letting on he knew she was there... but she had missed his face...

 

"Oh, but I do have an excuse... a good one... I was with the children, and they are very much a handful to say the least. and then there was the business side of things that I needed to handle... We do still own business my dear and we can't be neglectful of it while we are out having fun too... So I made a a few more million and put it in the accounts... Then it was a bit of a pain trying to pinpoint your exact location to meet up."

 

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips... "But, now that I am home... I missed you... "

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust kisses back, turning it into a drawn out affair. When their lips finally part, he gives a wolfish grin. "True enough, though I'm willing to wager I probably had more fun earning my credits." In addition to work for the Empire and drawing the benefits from that, Faust remembers fondly a few loose bounties he took care of since they last parted ways. "Though I think tonight may offer the most fun we've had since are last meeting." Once more a deep kiss presents itself and Faust's inner fire is turned to what might be viewed as a constructive end.

 

"It's been too long since Naboo, where I do thank you for the back up. As you no doubt heard, I finally had it out with the Jedi leader when I sacked Gala. She's not dead, despite what you may have heard and is currently rotting in an Imperial prison until I have the tools at hand to break her properly," Faust gives a small chuckle. "Though I doubt this one will be as fun to break... Not nearly as stern as the last one was..." He gives another low chuckle. "Ah well, in due time..." Leading Reagan by the arm, he gestures around him. "I'm currently training a squad of elite force hunters for taking down Jedi and rogue Sith. The Empire's offered me many resources to aid in my hunts and it's been a very worthwhile investment. As for Black Sun..."

 

Faust gives a few silent comm commands, once more having an elaborate dinner set out for the couple, recounting the details of the coup attempt, the truce, and the uneasy peace worked out among the Vigos, all for the Daisaku legacy. Left unspoken is the promise he would find some way to use his connections to silently benefit Reagan's smuggling operations. When he concludes, they reach the dinner table, leaving the training hall behind.

 

"And I should apologize for being so active lately. Much has been happening of late that has required my attention." Two bottles of wine are at the table- one a fine bloodwine of an old and human vintage, the other a more conventional white wine. Light opera music, Faust's favorite plays in the background, though lightly enough to set a mood without hopefully grating on Reagan's ears. "Well, now that we're together... here's to us." With that, Faust raises his glass of red up. "And to a brillaint future ahead..."

[Reagan McGreggor]

Reagan lets the choice of music go...for the moment, and lifts her glass... "To us"... She took a sip and put the glass down and started to pick at the food that Faust had set before them... After idly chatting about the kids, and their comings and goings... what they have been up too, and the business end of her escapades... she put her fork down and smiled at him...

 

"I have missed you, and now it is time to get back to business. I'm hearing rumors around the galaxy... I here there might be some ewoks running a muck, and most of the jedi are just sitting doing nothing as usual... and I hear that the alliance is running low on pilots. Shame they can't get good pilots... "

 

Reagan took her wine again and smiled as she took a sip and look mischieviously over her glass at Faust...

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust's smile is broad, his eyes deep in thought. "They would be hurting, though they're probably more in want of ships. I'd know since I was behind an attack that completely decapitated their shipyards over Sullust." Faust laughs and recounts his story about how he snuck aboard an elite strike team left to a lesser officer and watched as Sullust fell, which in turn lead to his devistating and gruesome attack on Gala.

 

"I think that we should eventually pay them a follow up... If we can knock out Mon Cal," he thinks quietly, "the Rebels will lack shipyards and with a few more strikes," he makes a cutting motion with his hand. "A devious idea you've given me... Perhaps after dinner and some more private discussions, we should turn our attention to putting Onderin's pathetic crew out of business once and for all." Faust drinks deeply, savoring the thought and the taste. "and I have just the unwilling dupes to aid us in this."

[Reagan McGreggor]

Smiling at him... and just the thought of how those private conversations will end... "I love how your mind works Faust. we should definitely do soemthing privately... " she winked at him and watied to see if he got that hint.

[Vladimir Faust]

The private conversation lasts until early in the morning, leaving even one of Faust's stamina exhausted. Recouping on a few scant hours of sleep, he rises early, leaving Reagan in bed and resumes his merciless drilling of the troops. Special instruction is given in the art of picking off force users by sniping- demonstrating the use of special cryogenically preserved bullets- almost pure cortosis around a cold preserved set of ysalmari cells that extneded anull force field around the bullet and the bullet alone...

 

"... which makes it small and undetectable in the force and unblockable by and Jedi tricks or sixth sense manuvers. Lightsabers and their ilk cannot stop them as they will pass through the fizzled blade. You should have at most, three of these on any one assignment. They are expensive, but they are worth the price. Use them wisely and well."

 

In the background, the infamous assassination of Kashyyyk is played out, showing the head of a long dead, now forgotten Jedi Master as it burst like an overripe melon.

 

The lesson concluded, Faust pulls aside the survivors from Gala and Manaan, giving a few sharp and explicit commands for the training of this squad, given to be given to one Faust personally promoted.

 

The early morning session complete, Faust departs back to his bed chambers, once more in his steely white armor and trench coat. Faust takes Reagan in hand hoping she had sufficient time to rest.

 

"Mayhaps, luv," he murmurs softly in her ear. "we should go home before embarking on this new plan... Seeds have been sown elsewhere to destroy the weakling fools, but I think its time we started reaping ourselves, hand in hand."

[Wyhl the Hutt]

-comm to Faust-

 

Though it is rare I wanted to comm you personally. Your personal backing is much appreciated. It has been some time since my royal hand has been at the helm, but I ensure you that the Hutts while under my control will always be good friends with you.

 

Soon enough the Hutts will return to their former glory. I have set into effect the beginning of the end for a certain group of individuals. If you feel so inclined to partake in this extravaganza victory would be ensured!

 

They will not even know what hit them.