Space

[Cassandra]

"Cassandra. We are here." Alice said in a noble voice, allowing only her owner to hear.. "Detecting....Small arms fire in two areas."

 

"Scubby, we are here. En Route to planet." Cassandra said, doing her hair up into a Kiffar Bun again. "It looks like a decent city...If these are the coordinates."

 

Outloud she spoke to her AI, Alice. "Alice, drop of the Aequitas here. Then lets hit planet side."

 

All that was done was a small lurch of the shuttle as it's cargo was dropped, a 9 meter long Fighter. Then a red light lit up on the dashboard. "Dropping down to the Hannari sector, Also a message has been sent to Captain McNamara alerting him that we are here. Personally I would not have done it, but we are professionals now.

 

(Continue on Chandrilla, Capt McNamara will be my NPC, I have a big plan for him, and Stonebanes Forces.)

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Ar-Pharazon's ship cruised through hyperspace”¦

 

He contemplated the nature of his own existence”¦

 

Everyone had believed the former Galactic Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith, Ar-Pharazon the Golden, was dead somewhere, or perhaps mired in retirement, until he reappeared at the Sith Temple on Coruscant, and a good many Sith probably wished him truly in his grave. Ar-Pharazon was a legend, a most dreadfully uncomfortable thing to have alive and staring at you. Half the epic tales about him came close to impossibility, while the rest were seemingly beyond it, even among those that had proof. It was said he bent the Sith Order where it suited him, altered custom, went his own way and often dragged others with him.

 

Ar-Pharazon accepted his burden ”“ a curse, a secret knowledge that he, in and of himself, because of himself, through and for himself, was better than any other living soul in existence. He was inherently more important, greater, and better, per se, than anyone. He was destined to be better than everyone else. Even if he lived a life that accomplished nothing, the lame-ass actual doers of the galaxy, in their own individual might and earnest epicness, were still lesser men than he, by right. It was a burden that he gave himself, based on an immortal and immutable proposition that he himself put into place, through his own unlimited power, in simply asserting himself the greatest, most important person in the history of time, and even of uncertain futures yet to come. He had that power, because he decided to assume such power, based on the fact that only he was great enough to make such an assumption. He understood, embraced, and reveled in the timeless fact that even in an infinite number of alternate realities, he would still be better than anyone. He would still be the most important person ever. His actions would eclipse any hero, villain, god, king, emperor, magistrate, creator, prime-starter, or any mover and shaker, whether literally or philosophically. By the sheer fact that he had made his decision, and through the powers that he gave himself, because he could, Ar-Pharazon was a cut above anyone else, forever.

 

He loved contemplating the highest goods, which of course included himself.

[The Chameleon]

The man behind the Mandalorian armor had a serious tone about his face. He looked into a computer for nav points. He plotted his lonely trip through the Maddel Sector and into the Unknown Regions. His ship was ready to go for the next three years. He wasn't coming back till he found what the master was looking for. The man, known as Six punched in coordinates and entered hyperspace. He would find them....

 

 

Meanwhile...In the Deep Inner Core;

 

 

Another man in a heavier set, more militaristic armor plotted hyperspace points just as Six did. His brother in arms sent them all a message that he was leaving for his mission just shortly before Khomm came up in the Nav Computer. Five cursed. He had to make several small jumps to reach the planet in an orderly fashion. Five had his mission and entered hyperspace. He would not fail in his search.

 

Four others were sent on their individual tasks but all were less dangerous than Five and Six's assignments.

 

Four was sent to Anoth

 

Three was sent to Yavin III

 

Two was sent to Pzob

 

Then the last man, the one known as ONE was on his own mission to Korriban. The dark side planet. Raped and Pillaged over and over again, the once pillar of darkness was nothing more than a pissing grounds to merc's. But when your own research told you where to go, it was easy enough. The man pulled on his mask and descended to the planet. The Six would retrieve their goals. There was no failure option for them.

[Fynn Relmis]

The infinite black cradle of space comforted Fynn as he left hyperspace at a particularly quiet hub. The old y-wing had been holding pretty well, even so, Fynn did a few inflight checks, just to be safe. As the small two person fighter prepared for another jump, He had time consider what was next. He'd lived the last years of his life as a shade, never fully committing to anything, flitting from end of the galaxy to another. Even during his short sting on Coruscant, he lived in various places. Something in his mind would not let him stay put.

 

He looked at his reflection in one of the dark screens in front of him. There the face of an aging mercenary looked back at him. The scar he'd picked up on Coruscant was deep, and ran the length of his face over his left eye. The vibro-blade had left his eye intact, but the deep wound had gotten infected. Without the money for bacta he had used what he remembered from his old Master to fix it as best he could. Unfortunately, his powers were not as they once were, and like the diminished surgeon he was, the injury was only partially healed. He liked the scar though, it reminded him of what he was now.

 

He considered staying in the coreworlds. He'd do an odd job here and there, but nothing ever seemed solid. His mind always turned back to the jedi. He considered messaging his old master, just to catch up on old times. He thought better of this though, for if he returned there would always be the questions...Where had he gone? What had he done... why was his aura so...puzzling? Was there anything left of the mighty knight he'd once been?

 

Fynn smiled at the thought of seeing Darla again...and what of Darex? It was then that his past actions came back to him like a roaring bantha. His actions had made him a pariah, and his ego and pride had probably cost him his friends. No, those old bridges were, if they still existed, damaged and possibly even dangerous.

 

His future in doubt Fynn turned towards a planet that he decided was best. His nav computer lagged behind however, and soon he found repairing a broken relay. The future, for a moment at least... would wait.

[Fynn Relmis]

The repairs went faster then expected, but Fynn never anything that was expected. As he completed the mid-flight rewiring, his mind slipped back to the past. He remembered his training at the hands of Master Skye, how her careful and pleasant voice had soothed his troubled mind. Yet he felt beyond that now. There was something else...

 

Tares... Tares....

 

That was the name his mind kept fixating on. The man was a master of force, but not of the light side or the dark, Tares was a man of many contradictions. Husband to Skye he was the grand master that had trained Darla, His aura was so distinctly gray, and he lived in that area more comfortably then anyone he'd ever known. Perhaps, he could...

 

Fynn rubbed his temples. Did Master Tares still train students? What if he rejected him out right? The questions were quelled after a mere moment. There was no 'what if', Fynn would ask and the man would answer. The question now however was where to look. It was a fair bet that wherever Skye was Tares would be close behind. But Yavin was too far, and besides there was no way to know if had been moved again.

 

That left... Tython. Someone there had to know his old master location. Awkward as it might be, Fynn knew no other way.

 

Fynn grimaced. It had been so long, would the jedi even recognize his name... or worse if they did he felt he was more likely to be spat upon then welcomed. Still, he knew in heart that it was the only path left to him. The jump drive powered up, and in a moment or too the coordinates and path were locked in. The old y-wing jumped, leaving the depth of empty space in it's wake.

[The Chameleon]

Three returned to common space, his task complete. It was miraculous, that he obtained the DNA so quickly. Considering the species he obtained was supposedly take the second longest, he was the first to return. He sat in his Star Fighter. Waiting for the signal for Kamino. He waited and slept.

[Smash Daisaku]

A sleek vessel, known as the Golden Dawn emerged from hyperspace, seemingly in the depths of space. Smash Daisaku wasted no time in preparing for his meeting with the mysterious Sith liason.

 

”œUnfortunately, we have arrived,”

[Ary the Grey]

The protocol droid had done well, or so Ares had surmised. It was the Sith's gambit, really, contacting the head of the organization to which he was bound to murder three of its officers. The reborn Darkfire might have been a clone, but he certainly wasn't a stupid brainless one. He understood exactly the implication the Dark Lord had put him in, to commit not only an act of war against, as his genetic memories served, a historical ally of the Sith, but also put himself on the top of their hit lists at the same time. While such nuisances were easily dealt with and Ares had full reign of the Force as only a Master could, it would better serve his purposes, and furthermore the Sith's best interests, if his orders were carried out in an intricate manner.

 

It was the droid, however, that was diplomatic enough to snag the attention of the crime syndicate's leader, and secure a meeting with the powerful man. The Dark Lord wanted the heads of three Black Sun officers, and interestingly enough in a large enough crime syndicate where politics and favors were fluid and Vigos rose and fell, there was a large probability that Smash Daisaku had some people in mind that he'd like to make an example out of. They would both walk away the victor, Ares with his orders fulfilled and Daisaku with his light work taken care of by a very imposing Sith, sending a chilling message to anyone else in his organization that might think to step out of line.

 

The small shuttle popped into realspace to find the other vessel already waiting for it, and Ares donned his hood and mask, ready to meet the leader of Black Sun. After the ships docked and he was escorted to where the man was waiting for him, Ares waited as the protocol droid walked up behind him, and began to speak for him as Ares communicated to the droid by his implant.

 

"Darth Ares wishes to convey his utmost gratitude in your eminence allowing an audience with him. Of course, you already know the terms of this meeting, his orders, and any possible outcomes. Have you decided upon a designated target? Master Ares is eager to complete his task."

 

The very presence of the obsidian-clad man was enough to put fear into most people, but he expected at the most only slight unease from a man so used to dealing with the devil. Of course, he also expected to potentially be back stabbed, and was more than prepared to exercise his full powers to prevent just that. Smash Daisaku, as the leader of Black Sun, was also its highest...officer...

[Smash Daisaku]

Prince Smash Daisaku smiled a cold smile. ”œDarth Ares, is it? Your master must have a real problem retaining friends,”

[The Mouth of Ar-Pharazon]

As his ship sailed through hyperspace, the Mouth of Ar-Pharazon lounged in a fraying hammock. He would let his droids do the driving. It was easier that way. Looking over his datapad, he saw that no missions of immediate importance were pending. There were a number of secondary objectives that Ar-Pharazon had assigned to him, which included researching a new planet to destroy, scout potential apprentices, and build an entire spacecraft comprised of human bone. ”œAll of that can wait,”

[Ary the Grey]

As the naked women began walking all about him, Ares felt much more at ease, knowing this interaction would certainly be a smooth one. In an act of trust, he removed his hood and mask, revealing a very young and healthy face of one Aryian Darkfire, and yet if Smash would have recognized him he'd know the man to be impossibly younger than the real one. He handed his armor accessories to the droid as he lit up a death stick and began eying the women, specifically their posteriors...Darkfire was most decidedly an *** man. Even though they were appealing to the eye, he was a warrior, and no mere woman could seduce his convictions. He really had no time for it, much as he was tempted to play. Silently, his implant spoke to his droid, who again spoke on his behalf as the Sith exhaled puff after puff of thick menthol smoke.

 

"Unfortunately, Master Ares must take care of his task. As for the acolytes, Master Ares wishes to express how they were in a way deserving of their fate, ignorant and unskilled enough to be captured by your men. Should you capture more in the future, it would be well if you spared a few of them, but culling the herd has never been an issue among other Sith. As you set the example in your own organization, so must the Sith in theirs."

 

Aryian nodded his head shortly in appreciation, his eyes then flicked to the nearest woman who appeared to be running her hands all over her own body for his pleasure. He winked with a smirk, then turned to leave for his shuttle, his droid shuffling behind as the Sith perused the contents of the datapad. The droid turned suddenly, awkwardly, as if the Sith had an afterthought.

 

"Darth Ares would like you to consider these men terminated. He will attempt to cause minimal damage to your other personnel and facilities, but depending upon their actions and abilities, there is really no guarantee. Should that occur, compensation will be arranged."

 

With that, the droid shuffled down the hall to the shuttle bay, and Ares's shuttle immediately left to deliver its pilot to his mission.

[The Chameleon]

Three received a message to return to Taris. He threw his fighter into hyperspace. A slight twist in the Force followed him. It was just a twist.

 

~~~

 

There was a dozen new agents on the task force. One of the more, blend-able agents was already in place. The other, Codename SEVEN, was sent in search of something of great power of the Dark Side.

 

Alternatively, Codename EIGHT was sent in search of something almost of equal power, on the opposite side of the spectrum. A man of great talents, he would not fail in his task.

 

~~~

 

The leads were solid. The agency would once again be resurrected. They just needed for the DNA to come back from the lab. Then speak to Kamino, and wait for Five to return.

[Smash Daisaku]

And so Smash Daisaku found himself on his huge bed, in a room full of fine furnishings and beautiful women. Upon consideration, he deemed it wasteful and unnecessary to fly the Golden Dawn back to the hidden Darkhaven construction zone, if only to return shortly to again meet the Sith warrior now known as Ares. Making two trips would prove bothersome. So, Smash bided his time impatiently.

 

”œAll right. I'm sufficiently drained,”

[Zalis Krales]

As Nimbus prepared to pull out of hyperspace, Zalis contacted his charter to the bridge. Though he made sure to make the call late, just in case it was a trap waiting for him. Upon exiting lightspeed, Zalis was greeted with a scene of empty space, minus for a space station that was clearly out of commission and floating dead in the water. Making a sensor sweep to make sure that there was no other ship near the station, he found it all clean. Off to his right, he could see what appeared to be some sort of asteroid field. Had his coordinates been slightly off, he would have had to navigate them. As he waited for his passenger to make his way to the bridge, Zalis scanned with his eyes for a good place to attach the ship for boarding. With the information that Calmin gave, some where in the fourth ring of debris of the station would have all of the valuable stuff. It didn't take him long to find a good place to latch on.

[Calmin Ayion]

Calmin walked onto the bridge to see the once mighty Helix station in pieces before him. The Miraluka had seen it once before it's demise, but only while delivering techs to the station. He wasn't even allowed to board it. The Jedi sure do keep their secrets. But then again, so do the Sith. He looked off to his right, he could see what appeared to be a meteor shower or an asteroid field. None of the files he had said anything about there being such a thing present at the battle site.

 

"Where do you suppose that came from?"

 

Calmin instantly realized from the body language that he could read from Zalis, that his pilot didn't hold any trust for him yet. He had come to understand that most spacers, whether Bounty Hunters, Smugglers, or Mercenaries; the result was all the same for them. They didn't trust people easily. Not wanting to annoy the man that he needed to help pull of the vulture heist, he changed the subject.

 

"It looks like parts of the station went into lock-down. We may need to override certain sections of it so that we can easily move to get everything off without having to make multiple trips. "

 

Deciding that he really didn't want to spend time in the cockpit with someone whom didn't trust him, he turned around in preparation for the heist.

 

"I'll go get the suits ready."

 

With that, he turned and went to do just that.

[Zalis Krales]

Zalis was glad when Calmin left the cockpit. There wasn't much he really wanted to say to the Miraulka. He didn't much like working for him, and he hadn't spent all that much time doing so. Maybe he was being spoiled by the Hutts. They gave him a job to do and then left him alone. When they did need to speak to him, they made sure a female contact was almost always present. Maybe Calmin should hire a beautiful Twi'lek to aid him from now on. With that thought, Zalis smiled as he brought Nimbus close enough to dock with the station. It took him a bit longer then he would have liked, but he had to make sure he would be able to load everything in and out. Also, it helped when an easy escape was needed.

 

Walking back into the the cargo hold that held his docking tube, he found Calmin with a suit already on. He made sure to put his on in such a way that his eyes would always be on him. It didn't take him long to get all suited up. From there, he quickly attached the docking tube and then opened the hatch and climbed in. Upon entry, he activated a glow stick and held it close to his blaster. If there was any danger, he wanted to be ready to blast the Force out of it.

[Calmin Ayion]

Calmin followed Zalis down the tube with his own glow stick in hand. As he landed, he could see the Nautolan securing the room. There was no real point to it, the station had already been abandoned by the Jedi and her staff shorty after breaking apart. Looking down at his datapad in his hand, he took a moment to see the layout of the station. After that, Calmin lifted his finger and pointed down a hallway.

 

"The majority of the valuables will be in that direction."

 

The Miraluka began to make his way in that direction. He didn't have a weapon with him for a few reasons. One, Zalis carried one. Two, He knew that carrying a weapon would only put more distrust in Zalis. Three, the station was empty. Zalis was just paranoid enough to carry a weapon. They first came to a door which had sealed itself shut to protect whatever was inside from the harsh vacuum of space. Calmin was quick to get the door to open from it's emergency lock-down. The journey was slow, due to the flooding of vacuum throughout the station, but he knew that the pay off would be far greater. As he began to walk into a room to check out if anything would be left behind, Calmin found his first valuable. A single lightsaber hilt sat on the ground of a personal quarters.

 

"Our first first catch."

 

Calmin turned towards Zalis and pointed at the lightsaber hilt.

[Delta73]

A comm appeared for lord Daisaku from Delta.

 

"The new station has been completed sir. I recommend going to inspect the facilities, alone of course, until you deem it time for the new station to be revealed."

 

This communique was of course encrypted and unseen other than Daisaku himself.

[Smash Daisaku]

Smash Daisaku received Delta's transmission.

 

”œGood,”

[Zalis Krales]

Zalis carefully walked up to the object that Calmin indicated with his hand. He took a glance at the object and then towards Calmin. Zalis did this a few times before he gave a very quizzical glance at the Miraluka.

 

"A cylinder. We went through all of this trouble for a cylinder. A simple cylinder that has nothing on it. There's no buttons, now place for a glow fixture, no nothing. A cylinder."

 

Zalis was a bit upset that he went out of his way for something a simple and stupid as a cylinder that he could easily find on his own ship. Why Calmin had him fly all the way out here in the middle of space to collect a metal cylinder.

[Calmin Ayion]

Calmin frowned at the reaction he had gotten from Zalis. It wasn't totally unexpected, but it wasn't typical either.

 

"It's a lightsaber hilt. It holds no buttons because it's activated by the Force alone. Trust me, it's worth a lot to some private collectors on the blackmarket. It's worth the risk. Now, keep searching for stuff that could be worth credits."

 

Calmin quickly put the hilt in one of the large bags that he and Zalis carried. Once it was secure, he began to seek out more valuables. Hopefully, it wouldn't take either of them long enough to find enough valuables to make a ton of credits.

[Zalis Krales]

Zalis couldn't understand whom Calmin would sell a lightsaber to that could only be activated by the Force. The market was very limited to those whom used the Force unless there really were collectors out there whom wanted such a thing. It seemed silly to him to attempt such a sell. He did his best to ignore his complaint and went back to work looking for other stuff to sell. He found at least two holocrons within ten minutes of looking along with a few other random stuff that looked important. He didn't fill his bag as much as he would like, but he hated being in a station that was once occupied by Jedi. He turned towards Calmin and indicated that he was heading back to his ship. No point for him to continue to look for stuff that he didn't much understand anything about.

 

As he entered his ship, he placed the bag in the cargo hold and walked up to the cockpit. Shutting the door behind him, he took of the helmet of his spacesuit. Flipping a switch or two, he began to warm the engines of Nimbus up so that he could easily leave this station behind and get paid for the job. The sooner Calmin made it back on board the better.

[Karys Narat iv-Adas]

The Black Heart a heavily modified Vanguard-class gunboat makes a single jump to the deep of space before it's occupant inputs another set of co-ordinates to Coruscant...or more specifically the sith temple on Coruscant.

 

It's sith lord occupant was returning to the place of his rebirth.

[Calmin Ayion]

Calmin spent a few more minutes on the station then Zalis did, as he was intent on filling the bag up. The more he had to sell, the more credits he could make and turn into profit for the longer run. After about ten minutes passed from when Zalis left, the Miraluka decided to then head back to the Nautolan's ship. As he re-boarded it, he gave a shout to Zalis.

 

"I'm back on. I'm shutting the hatch now."

 

Throwing his bag to the side, he quickly shut the hatch so that Zalis could take off. It was clear that Zalis wanted to leave and be gone of him. Hopefully, upon arriving back at Outer Heaven, he would be able to leave the captain alone and never have to see him. Of course, that would all be after he paid him for his slightly not so hard work.

[saberforce]

Space; Onboard Corellian Pride:

 

Tros paced within his own private quarters. It was a ritual for him during space travel. He was unable to sit still or find sleep. Within his own mind, he could pull close to a thousand reasons why, none of which would ever be considered valid. Luckily, the ride from Corellia to Coruscant was a short one. Deciding that his time within his quarters were useless to him, he grabbed his jacket and left them. Making his way to the galley for a snack or perhaps a very strong drink. Most of his crew were asleep, minus for his pilot, so he was able to help himself and remain in thought. Pouring himself a small glass of Corellian Merlot, he sat down in one of his chairs. Surprisingly, the chairs was very comfortable. But then again, he wouldn't skimp on anything for his own comfort.

 

I'm in for a big up hill battle. These new fuel sources that were reported would cost the Galatic Alliance billions of credits, but how do I get them to see the pay off? Senator Balhann might be my target ally if I am to pull this off. His thoughts were instantly interrupted as the console nearest to him emitted the familiar sound, informing him that they were about to come up on Coruscant.

[Zalis Krales]

Calmin took so long that Zalis almost began to fall asleep at the control. Upon hearing him shout that he was back on the ship, Zalis prepared Nimbus for takeoff. Right after he heard the hatch shut, he detached the landing claw and quickly pushed the throttle forward. Activating his comm control, he gave Calmin a quick understanding of what he should do.

 

"Secure the cargo and then strap in. I'll be making the jump into lightspeed shortly."

 

Carefully, he maneuvered his ship out from the station's broken down parts and out into open space again. It was a slight shame that the Death Star was nowhere to be seen during such a time as this, if only for him to brag about escaping such a massive space station. Instead, it appeared to be nothing more than an average vulture heist. As he cleared, he set the coordinates for Outer Heaven and upon the navcomputer receiving them, made the jump into hyperspace.

[Delta73]

With the destruction of Naboo completed, the Marie made 935 micro jumps, and 27 Mediojumps, and finally, 14 Macrojumps.

 

She stayed in Hyperspace for several days, hidden and safe, as the murderers made their get aways.

[Nishant]

On the small transport, Nishant was able to acquire a certain new attire, which was scruffy and ill-fitting cotton that seemed lifted from Tatooine, but he did not mind. It was in the interests of those he left behind him that he now did what he did aboard this transport. Firstly, he dumped his datapad into the waste chute, which the captain would later expel into space, he knew.

 

As a child Nishant had learned from his parents all the spiritual practices of his people, and while he had been very early in recognizing the flaws (whether philosophical or otherwise) in such practices, he knew that this one was tried and true enough that it would do now what he needed it to do. It required the most precise visualization. Nishant melted into meditation, sank himself deep, and entered into that practice which allowed for a Chalactan to withstand any pressure on the mind, and neutralize the sensation of pain in the body, and hide away perfectly what they did not want found. It was the most practically valued skill of his race, to be able to hardwire their organisms to unconsciously deny access to the truths they know. He visualized the Jedi Temple, and erased it, hid it away within the endless maze, and he visualized Ashla, and hid it away again, somewhere other than the Temple, and he visualized Tython, and pushed it even deeper. Then he built for himself a new truth, and it was that this ship had come from Tatooine, and he had gone there from Corellia instead of with his master.

 

And when he opened his eyes much later, it was so to the very core of his being.

[Queen Namari]

A chrome plated diplomatic barge sailed through hyperspace, on a mission of dire importance. A collection of two dozen elder statesmen and diplomats from Naboo were gathered around a very young woman, who knelt down on the bridge of the ship. Various colored flower petals were strewn around her, on a thick red rug.

 

”œI am Annalynn Memara,”

[Adenna Alluyen]

From Tython, en route to Coruscant

 

After they had lifted off from Tython, Adenna absorbed the news of Naboo in silence. It was to be expected that someone would cause problems, but what disturbed her was that there were rumors that Jedi were behind it. She didn't believe that for one instant, but there were many who already hated the Jedi that would.

 

"Yes, it is a tragedy. I fear that there are too many in this Galaxy that do not like peace and will struggle against it," she said. "Grandmaster Kitt will know it soon enough if he doesn't already. It is not our assignment to deal with it, we have other travesties that need our attention. A few hundred are dead there, but there are millions or billions of slaves. We need to do what we can to free as many as possible, even if we can't get them all."

 

She looked over at Sandy. In such a small ship, they were pressed close together with little room to move. She abandoned her hopes of catching a nap on her own and hoped they would sleep sometime before reaching Coruscant so they wouldn't be exhausted. "I hope you have read what you gathered from the Library. Read what it is like to be a slave, soak in the misery and terror of those who are constantly under threat of death simply for displeasing their slavemasters. Recognize the evil that is slavery, but be careful.

 

"Do not hate the slavers or even slavery itself. Hatred will get you nowhere and will make you like them. Instead, focus your feelings around sympathy for the slaves themselves. Wrap the hope of freeing them around yourself to guard against the darkness that is slavery. When we start freeing slaves, soak in their joy at being free and use it to fortify yourself. I hope to spare you the fighting, but even so you will see things that are not pleasant."