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"You are quite the character. It's a shame we have to eat you now." 

 

The tapping of Dhonarr’s foot stops. Eyeing the Tusken Raider skeptically, Dhon responds, ever ready for a fight.

 

“I’ve heard all the stories about you Raiders, doll. The trading in exotic aliens. The cannibalism. The raiding people with harrowing stick weapons. I did my homework. But quite frankly, after meeting one in person I think I can take you. I’ve taken out entire Kiltik nests! Yes. Plural! Trust me. I wouldn’t be worth the meal. My combat training plus these muscles would be stringy and all the fur would get in your mouth and--”

 

Interrupting him with her sudden outburst of laughter, Dhon gets the sneaky suspicion that the Tusken is either toying with him or is now trying to play off her comments after realizing that the risks of attacking him well outweighed the reward. And Dhon didn't need to be able to read her facial expressions to know that her laughter was probably due to the latter. Once the fearful realization of his combat prowess set in, such nervous laughter was almost inevitability really. After all, he’d solo’d multiple Kiltik queens and had a full suit of the custom chitin armor to prove it! 

 

He didn’t blame her, though. Greater men and bugkin alike had caved and cowered in fear when facing the mighty Dhonarr. And if he is being honest, even he would have been scared of himself, too, especially if he was a tiny ragdoll looking creature in a gas mask unknowingly threatening a giant professional feller of Kiltiks!

 

Dhon grins proudly to himself and stands a little taller as the Tusken’s laughter begins to dissipate. But their moment is quickly interrupted by a pair of new arrivals. Another of the ragdoll bandits and the woman of the hour. She didn’t look totally like she had in the recordings but she is most certainly the blue flower peddle girl Dhon came her for.

 

 "Ah. Here they are now."

 

“We are ready if you are. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

 

"Rose, this Cathar here has been tasked with returning a piece of your armor."

 

The Tusken woman confirms it but the moment Rose first spoke, any potential doubts quickly evaporated. This is most definitely her. Dhon excitingly finds his mission mere seconds from being completed. 

 

Muttering to himself, he grins, “All I have to do now is--”

 

Que Operative Sunshine and the whatever that is coming from down the hall. Yet another interruption to spoil his moment of triumph.

 

“It is surprising they ever get anything accomplished,” Dhon grumbles to himself, “What...with all these interrupts and disorganized--”

 

"The Master has returned," Tusker beams. "He is here, on Tatooine, with his first act as Head. He calls us to Anchorhead."

 

Dhon laughs for a moment, "As Head. Anchorhead. Hahahaha! Nice one, doll. You are getting wittier with your wordplay. Well done."

 

But as the totality of Tusker's words actually set in, Dhon’s face immediately shifts to one of annoyance and slight irritation.

 

"And you, Cathar, are welcomed to join us if you wish.... No jokes this time.”

 

“Wait, wait, wait. So you are telling me Operative Sunshine made me ride out to the middle of nowhere during the hottest part of the day in a dilapidated deathtrap of a speeder to meet Rose... who would be coming to Anchorhead all along, with everyone else, anyways?!”

 

Dhon shakes his head and squints his eyes at Operative Dusk, “If you were that starved for the company of a refined gentleman and storyteller such as myself, we could have just had a drink at the bar and waited. I’m sure this entire operation wouldn’t have fallen apart without you.”

 

Pausing to look around at the motley crew and for the source of the maniacal laughter and crazy person dancing from only moments before, Dhon sighs.

 

“On second thought...” Dhon begins as he tosses the helmet over to Rose, “Catch, girlie. Don’t say Uncle Dhonarr never did anything for you. Special delivery from the regal Roar Roar Roshan himself.”

 

Dhon barely manages to keep a straight face before turning to look back in Tusker’s direction, “As for the offer. I appreciate it. I really do. And I’m at least stuck with yall until Anchorhead ‘cuz Sunshine here is my ride. But I'm a free agent now! Can't say that I've been that for a long time! I was thinking about exploring my options in my fancy new spaceship Rose got me..." Dhon clears his throat to politely add, "if it’s all the same to yall, of course. So much universe to explore and so many paydays to be made!”
 

As he concludes, Dhon rubs the fingers of his free hand together and grins. He is finally free at last!

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Operation Archorage Part I

 

Anchorhead, a place some would call the captial city of Tatooine, others the capital den of scum and villainy. For Remo, it was so much more. As the droid stop atop the ridge, Zepex beside him, his calculations were infinite. Tatooine could be so much more than a backwater desert planet, it could more than a mere den of pirates, smugglers, assassins and their ilk. And his vision, albeit incorporating it into it, Tatooine could be the capital of the rising Black Sun from the ashes of it's old former. And that was just his absolute intent.

 

Hearing the roaring of machines coming from behind, R3-M0 turned to great those whom have held true to their oaths and creeds, the select few whom still held honor among thieves, the faithful. As Dusk, Draven, Tusker, and Swaav poured out into the setting twin Suns, Remo saw faces anew and old alike gathering before him, the singular shared newfound purpose glimmering in their eyes.

 

Zepex stepped forward as Remo's translator, first offering a friendly hello to the only Vigo present @Skarr before turning to Tusker, Dusk, Draven, and Swaav. "Master Remo thanks you all for both your trust and your patience during these trying times, especially after the loss of Dark Sun and the betrayal of Delta - Seven Three." His gaze shifts between the five current members, letting Remo's words be heard despite the R3 unit's incapability to be truly heard outside binary coding. "But Master Remo does not wish to dwell upon the past either, instead focus on rising from the ashes left in the previous's wake. Forget the past of warriors, forget the past of militias. For here on out, we return to our roots as Assassins, Smugglers, Pirates, Criminals...."

 

Remo rolls forward past the five members of Black Sun that he recognizes and gazes upon @Rose Cariadus, @Wyvernfall and @Durose Roshan, inquisitive about their potential, especially the one he recognizes as Mandalorian. With a few bleeps from his form, Zepex translates it to their "Welcome." before Remo returns to the front. His photocepter glowing a vibrant red against his green and white form, it was time to get serious.

 

As Remo's binary voice begins, Zepex is quick to translate. "Now for the reason you've all been summoned. Anchorhead has a lot of history, especially among the Hutts. It's been theirs for as long as they have held a presence upon Tatooine." Remo's gaze shifts to @Wyvernfall. "But now is the time to claim it for ourselves. There is rumor of a known Associate of the Hutts here in Archorhead, a Krem Dor'phan who often rendezvous with a childhood friend, Oshan Cremp, outside the Hutt's Palace. Find and follow this Krem Dor'phan until he leads us to Oshan Cremp. Once we capture Oshan, Krem is expendable. But Oshan needs to be taken back to Mos Espa alive. It's the only way we can attain the codes to and the whereabouts of the Palace's underground entrances. Any questions?"


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Rruror’rur’rr did not voice much opinion as he was herded along with the others. Frankly, he was watching Rose for cues; the whole thing was just so foreign. Approaching the crest, Rruror’rur’rr’s eyes fell on the droid that began to speak and inwardly, he despised it. He had not come this far to serve an abomination. Before he could voice his concern to Rose though, the droid had addressed them and stared at Rruror’rur’rr. ‘Perhaps he knows . . .’

 

The Hutts had, like all interlopers and offworlders come uninvited to their world. At least they tended towards leaving Rruror’rur’rr’s people alone. Still, if this abomination was determined to drive the slugs from the planet along with their entourage, Rruror’rur’rr would gladly take part. After all, desert surveillance and tracking were a Tusken specialty. Looking around the group, Rruror’rur’rr worries. With such a ragtag team, their quarry could easily detect them and escape. ‘Perhaps this droid was not so smart as it thought it was.’

 

Nudging Rose, he whispered, “I know of this palace. It is a stronghold of those who seek to use our land to hide.” Then raising his voice and waving a hand to catch the attention of the leaders, “My people know the area well. I have gazed undetected on the stronghold countless times. Would it not be prudent to send a small trained group,” he shot a glance in the direction of the pretend tusken and her blind comrade, “after the targets, so as not to accidentally alert them? I am sure Rose and I and,” he gestures towards the Cathar standing by he and Rose,  “the predator, could easily fetch your prey without giving away your plans.” 


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With all the excitement and commotion surrounding the arrival of this “Remo” guy, Dhon honestly couldn’t resist the curiosity of actually meeting him in person. 

 

“I guess I’ll tag along, Miss Sunshine,” Dhon smirks as he get into the landspeeder. “After all, I still owe you a Tatooine Sunset. I make good on my debts. I’m a Cathar of my word.”

 

Thankfully, the ride back is mostly uneventful. Long but uneventful.

 

Back in town, Anchorhead looks mostly like it had when they left it. It is a little less busy and slightly tinted a mixture of purple and orange with the setting of Tatooine’s twin suns, but otherwise, the only real change is the introduction of the new contact. The Black Sun Vigo greets them upon their arrival.

 

"Master Remo thanks you all for both your trust and your patience during these trying times, especially after the loss of Dark Sun and the betrayal of Delta - Seven Three." 

 

Dhon leans towards Operative Dusk a little as he whispers poorly, “Who or what is Dark Sun and Delta - Seven Three?”

 

"But Master Remo does not wish to dwell upon the past either, instead focus on rising from the ashes left in the previous's wake. Forget the past of warriors, forget the past of militias. For here on out, we return to our roots as Assassins, Smugglers, Pirates, Criminals...."

As the droid rolls up and “looks at” Dhonarr of Cathar, Dhon raises an eyebrow at it. He figures it must be assigned to scan him or run his profile or something. As it moved away, the Cathar mumbles to the others beside him.

 

“This whole thing is odd enough as it is without the presence of a random R2 or R3 or whatever this unit is running around scanning us, am I right?”

 

"Now for the reason you've all been summoned. Anchorhead -- claim it for ourselves. -- Find and follow this Krem Dor'phan -- to Oshan Cremp. -- But Oshan needs to be taken back to Mos Espa alive. It's the only way we can attain the codes to and the whereabouts of the Palace's underground entrances. Any questions?"

 

Dhon frowns a little. The droid anxiously beeping in the background is making it annoyingly hard to pay attention to what the alien Vigo is saying. Dhon has a feeling, nevertheless, that he had been able to gather most most important details at least.

 

“Stalk, snatch, and grab,” he mumbles to himself. “Sounds easy enough.”

 

Any further comments are abruptly cut off, however, when the Tusken with them speaks up. Dhon turns to listen.

 

“My people know the area well. I have gazed undetected on the stronghold countless times. Would it not be prudent to send a small trained group, after the targets, so as not to accidentally alert them? I am sure Rose and I and, the predator, could easily fetch your prey without giving away your plans.” 

 

Dhon grins, “The Predator. I like it. Dhonarr the Predatarr. Heh heh heh.”

 

Turning towards the Vigo, he adds, “I think the Ragdoll Bandit has a point. He, me, and Miss Mandalorian could probably handle this ourselves. Sounds easy enough. And I’ve seen her fight! Plus, raiding and kidnapping shouldn’t be much different for RB. And my ‘speciality is tracking being that I’ve spent so much time in the wilderness of Cathar. It’s not quite dunes, but there’s plenty of savannas and some more desert-y areas. All I’m wanting to know is what kinda pay are we talking about?" 

 

Dhon pauses for a split second and his eyes come to rest on Rose and nods his head in her direction, “If her bank account is any indication, you all pay pretty well. And I happen to be fresh out of work and light on money. Plus, it sounds like these little people you have us chasing are worth a little something. And if it’s only us it's a three way split, so we are saving you money in the long run. I’m just sayin’. Show us the money and it's a done deal, your magnificence.”

 

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Remo begins to chuckle quite hilariously in binary as Zepex chuckles rather awkwardly behind his Master in response to the Tusken's words. So much so, that Zepex briefly worries that Remo may have fried a circuit and goes to check the small R3 unit only to be brushed away. As Remo begins speaking in return, Zepex translates.

 

"Master Remo questions if you mean the old Hutt Palace that sits destroyed upon the cliffs? Zepex briefly inquires, allowing a brief moment of response before Remo begins speaking again. "No. That is a farce. The real Palace lays beneath Anchorhead itself, long ago constructed by Dordjooba the Hutt himself, last of the noble Hutt Houses to grab hold of Tatooine. Now its merely under the control of the Hutt Cartel by way of a lesser Hutt."

 

Remo looks at Zepex who looks at his Master in return before both gaze at the beings before them. 

 

"Master R3-M0 doesn't care how you go about tracking and acquiring the intel, only that it's done and Oshen Cremp is brought to Mos Espa alive for the extraction... There's a shiver in Zepex's voice as he translates the final part. "... So that Remo can extract the Intel himself."

 

With that said, Zepex steps aside and Remo stares at the Cathar with only what could be described as a smile in his photoreceptor eye, an eerily long beep followed by a boop with no telling what was being processed through his tiny mainframe.


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The starship emerged from hyperspace over the lonely sandy planet of Tatooine, and with little effort from its pilot or crew, succeeded in acquiring docking clearance at Mos Eisley spaceport. Perhaps the ease came from the loud declaration that this was a ship belonging to one of the illusive Sith Lords, or perhaps it was because of the promise of such a ship bringing some much needed credits to the lonely casinos and bars of a mostly deserted planet. 

 

Either way, the once apprentice to the Dark Lord, Telperien Ar-Pharazon in all her stature came most willingly to the barren world. 

 

The force had willed such a thing, and so Telperien would answer. Some of the local spies had told of a sith apprentice left abandoned, and the Dark Lord in all his grace, had dispatched the nightsisters. Nightsisters, who through no fault of their own but blood, could not access the force but through talismans and chalk summoning circles. The people of the weak blood, the Myrkengodi, the priestesses of the Sith Lords. And Telperien was their leader. And on the desert world of Tatooine, the Nightsisters of Coven Myrkengodi stood out like a Corusca gem in a coal pit. 

 

Their heavily tattooed skin, dark leather, and pale skin set them willingly apart, and in their company came the tall Telperien. She carried little save her yew bow and a quiver of arrows that was slung at her belt. The yew boy remained in its soft leather cover on a strap that crossed her muscled shoulders. 

 

She ducked to enter the Cantina and as her eyes adjusted they narrowed against the smoke of deathsticks. 

 

“I am looking for the one called Camik Rhonik.” 

 

Her voice was soft but it carried throughout the entire cantina, carried by the will of the force, which cut through the music of the band like a knife. 


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As the soft voice carried through the cantina, causing a moment of silence from the patrons. The silence a clear indication that they did know this name though this was not the kind of place that tongues wagged, at least not without the proper incentive. 

 

As if by the will of the force a figure appeared in the door, He wore a worn cloak with the cowl deep enough that it covered his facial features. The cloak while worn was one well cared for, the holes and tears were sewn together and did a good job of covering his body hiding any distinguishing marks. . 

 

”Who are you to be asking for him?”  The voice was rough and raspy like the sands had blasted his vocal cords. Despite not being able to see his face and eyes, the intensity of his stare would be easily felt. There was an intensity to it that most would not be able to maintain.


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A grin pecked at the side of Telperien’s face until she finally let it spread across her pale face. She reached back and let bot the Bow and bag of arrows at her belt fall to the sand encrusted floor. One of the pale girls behind her faithfully catching the leather wrapped bow before it could fall completely. Telperien took a pace towards the cloaked and cowled man and flicked her hand towards the band which had faithfully kept their tune. 

 

The electronic harpist cartwheeled into the wall behind his instrument and the drummer followed suit. Hurled as if lifted by an invisible hand. The charm at her wrist glowed a faint turquoise, the yellowed diamond emitting off a scant green light that disappeared as quickly as the music did. Her voice now carried like a silver wind, booming thorugh the establishment like a thunder stroke.  

 

“The King of the Stars, he who sits on a throne of blood and bone. The Dark Lord in his high hall. The unnamed bane of the Jedi Order and Galactic Alliance. Fret not for the Sith Lords of Korriban bid Camik to return to their service.” 

 

She maintained the grin as a few of the bar patrons reached for hidden weapons.


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As the two band members flew into the wall there was a shuffle of noise as nearly every hand in the cantina now had a blaster of some kind in it and was pointed at the new commer, and at Camik in turn. The feeling in the bar was that of waiting, but was it to wait for some unknown signal or was it waiting for the newcomer to move again no one could be sure. 

 

The hooded figure did not seem perturbed by this turn of events though. As the newcomer stepped closer to him, giving her short speech, his stance did not change. 

 

”I have been left on this sorry excuse of a planet for all this time and they have deemed me worth enough to return to their fold? Has their numbers thinned so much that they are forced to remember what they have forgotten”


He paused for a moment without looking around then spoke again. ”You have come with your proclamation but what makes you think the music lovers in this cantina will let you leave?”


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“You have been called. So you will come.” 

 

Telperien let her eyes travel from one patron to the next assessing the room full of muscled men and women like a predator would a flock of nerfs. They were strong, full bodied, men and women of the dirt. And it would be so easy. She licked her lips. Letting saliva fill the broken cracks on her lips from the lack of humidity. She did not answer the man’s question, instead she reached out her left hand the talisman on her wrist glowing a bright red.

 

One of the patrons jumped at her with a fist flying for her high boned face. 

 

She shouted a dark word of command and the force fell to her will. Billowing in its triumph through her talisman where it began its terrible work. Her hand twitched up, catching the man under the jaw, and as her hand grasped his throat his blood began to boil. 

 

Viens opened with an explosion of red steam and the man collapsed in a welter of gore. 

 

And so the fight was on.


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”I have been call, so I will go.”  

 

As more patrons jumped into the fight, others started to open fire on the newcomer, Camik simply turned and walked out of the cantina without a second glance. 

 

”The only question is will I be taking your ship and leaving you with my broken one or will you be on it as well?”  Truth be told Camik couldn’t care less and his voice indicated it. Only the newer patrons of the cantina would be trying to attack her with fists. The smarter older patrons would simply attack her with lots of blaster fire. It wasn’t that Camik had trained these people but he had been in the cantina enough times that smarter ones, that is to say the ones that survived, had learned messing with a Sith was not good for one's life expectancy. 

 

If that rabble managed to take her down she wouldn’t have been worth much as a Sith anyway.


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Telperien shrugged as the man turned and left the Cantina at a slow even pace. She reached to her waist and pulled the ancient lightsaber that was hanging from a loose corde of bound leather from her waist. Its red hue overpowering the soft lights of the dim cantina. A few patrons were knocked out of their bloodlust from the very sight of a lightsabre, but not many, and in a cacophony of ‘snap-hisses’ the hue of the bar turned a bright, stunning, red. 

 

This was too short a range for the bows of the sisters, so they would make due with the weapons of the Sith Lords in their stead. Her first blow, carried by the quick struck fury in her heart dashed a rodian across the bartop, and her sisters made the work of the rest of them as quick, and as bloody. In the space of just several seconds over a dozen deaths occurred, satiating the bloodlust of the Dathomir Witches, and bringing a fierce grin to the face of their leader. 

 

She strode through the still twitching bodies and walked easily to catch up with the erstwhile apprentice. 

 

“Camik, your ship awaits you. Though if you would prefer another demonstration of useless killing, I am sure we would be more than happy to oblige.” 

 

She indicated the Sith warship with a sweep of her arm, and smirked as she walked towards the starship at a brisk pace.


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Camik’s stride never wavered as she caught up to him.  ”You misunderstand me. I did not require such a demonstration. I simply commented on the situation. I have known them long enough that they don’t take offense lightly, and flinging the band around is something they would take offense to.”

 

As the ship came into sight, Camik reached into his robe and pulled out a data tablet and imputed something.  Shortly thereafter a loader droid came up to the ship bearing a smallish crate. 

 

”Is this my ship now or simply my transport off this Force forsaken dustball?  Either way now that my things have arrived I am ready to go. ”

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Telperien scowled as the rest of the nightsisters came aboard after her. 

 

“This is neither of our starship, it belongs to the Sith Empire. Perhaps if you live out the next couple months you can have one just like it.”

 

The decking rocked underfoot as the ship began to journey from the atmosphere of the sand planet. She gestured to the dining table as one of the very young Dathomiri laid a small plate of hors d’oeuvres on the table. It was some meat and cheese faire, not overly delicious, but it wet the appetite. 

 

“Tell me of your journeys since we last met Camik.”


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Camik sat down at the table, taking a bite of the offered food. It was better than the junk he had been eating for far to long, but then anything with any kind of flavoring was. 

 

He took a moment to compose himself before he responded. ”I was sent here by my Master to search for one of his contacts. It seemed that that contact did not want to be found by me and the fight that ensued left my ship a worthless husk, leaving me stranded on that planet.” 

 

He did not go into many details past that. This woman look familiar, he knew that she was Sith but there were still things that he would not trust her with. He had given her an answer to get one back in return. 

 

”A far more important question though is what is the state of the Galaxy at large, and specifically our organization.”


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Telperien shrugged as she took a bite of food.

 

“The Sith Lords rule an empire that has yet to reach its final expanse. Our master has begun an assault on the planet of Corellia and Mon calamari, in an effort to shut down the pitiful rebel alliance once and for all.” She took another bite. “Cut them off from their centres of industry, of production, and the resistance will fall apart.” 

 

She pondered another bite, but placed the food back onto the plate in front of her. 

 

“There is plenty of opportunity for glory should you desire it.” She glanced up. “Do you desire it Camik?”


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Camik took another bite as he was asked the question. ”I am glad to hear the Sith lords are cutting the rebels off from their industry. I am sure they will try and put a strong fight which just makes it all the more sweet when we take it from them.” 

 

He paused for a moment taking in her obvious question. ”Of course I want glory, is there a Sith out there that doesn’t? Though I am not one that feels the need to flaunt my power racing head first into battle.  I do not need my glory to be acknowledged by the galaxy.”   Perhaps it was a character flaw from him but he viewed himself as a bit more subdued than that.  Being well known in the galaxy had its advantages as well as its advantages. 

 

”So I suppose my question is where are we headed to first?”

 

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“We go to the planet of my ancestors, and from there we can finish your journey into Lordship.”

 

Telperien clapped her hands and one of the sisters jumped to attention, making a firm bow and then ran to the cockpit. Telperien’s eyes flashed as she looked back to the Apprentice. 

 

“Of course, the gaudy representation we see in the holos of the Sith Lords, like Ar-Pharazon the Golden, or even the majesty of the Old Sith, hurt the eyes. They do not carry with them the Gravity of our struggle, they only carry with them pride. And a pride for what? What did they accomplish?”

 

She took a long drink from her cup. Letting the wine flow across her tastebuds. “They accomplished nothing. They were a failure that only brought an untold suffering to the galaxy for no gain.” She shook her head so that her plait of hair bounced from should to shoulder. “We must move beyond that infantile approach.” She caught hold of her seat with one strong hand as the sudden acceleration pushed against her as they disappeared into hyperspace. 

 

“Now we go to the jungle.”


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