Corellia

[Silas]

Jacen watched the man get up.

 

"Hope you slept well. I've established contact. We can find out what he knows and get out of here."

[Kal]

"Yeah I slept well. You have rather nice seats here. Whats the game plan now Jacen. Are we gonna meet with him in person or we gonna get the info here in the ship.

[Silas]

"We have to get the info from here. He doesn't trust strangers."

 

--open comm channel--

 

"Okay, Cadio, I need all the information you can muster about the Nargals. We need it fast. It is kinda important.

 

I wonder if he would let us land?

 

And Cadio, would you mind if we landed. I trust my friend here with my life?"

 

--comm silence--

[Cadio Sikaot]

--comm--

 

I don't have much. You might try Kheldar Vos Correli at the Last Call. And no, you can't land. You know my policy Jacen. Sorry. Come back soon, but you must leave now.

 

--break comm transmition--

[Kal]

Kal would not take lightly to what Jacen said. He would do everything he can to make sure he lived up to what trusting his life in some one elses hand meant to Jacen. For now he simply watch and waited while Jacen tried to talk his conatact into a face to face.

[Silas]

--reopen comm--

 

Cadio, I'm coming down. You're going to have to shoot me out of the sky if you don't want me there. I need to speak to you. Plus this man could have some use for you in the future.

 

--silence comm--

 

Jacen turned to Kal.

 

"Do you trust me. He has been known to shoot me out of the sky. He's done it once before, and if I hadn't had my droid I would have died. But I've become a better piolt since then, but I'll leave it up to you."

[Kal]

"Do what you have to do. I trust you. Take us down and lets get this info he has."

[Silas]

"Okay, hold on. This is about to get tricky."

 

Jacen flew towards the small building he knew so well. A bolt flew past the ship. Jacen dove as two more bolts came up. Jacen spun and dove many more times than he cared to count, but managed to safely land on the landing pad.

 

"Whew, we made it. You might want to be caustios, like I said, he doesn't take well to strangers."

[Cadio Sikaot]

"Blast, he made it through. If this person with him betrays me I'll have both their heads."

 

Cadio made his way to the landing pad. He stood there with a look of anger on his face.

[Kal]

Kal found the rather quick landing to be a bit lighter for a perosn who dosent like company. Still he was on the ground safe. As Kal left his seat and started to prepare himself he asked only one question to Jacen.

 

"So by cautious you mean watch him or do you mean be ready to draw, but not to kill." He said that as a joke, but sure enough as they both neared the exit Kal was extermly careful.

[Silas]

"The later. Before we leave set your weapon for stun, I always do, and yes, I'm serious. He doesn't have a feeling for strangers."

 

Jacen and Dragon walked down the ramp in unison. Jacen told Dragon to stay where he was and walked forward.

 

"Cadio old buddy how are you doing?"

[Kal]

Kal set his blasters to stun and hung back near the ship watching and hopeing nothing bad would happend.

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio watched Jacen approach. He embraced him and whispered in his ear.

 

"Get your info and get out. Come back without the baggage next time."

 

Cadio broke the embrace and lead both men towards his master computer in the facility.

[Kal]

Kal followed without saying a word. He simply was lead to a master computer. Seeing as he was an unwated guess he let Jacen get the infomation that they would need to complete their mission.

[Silas]

Jacen nodded and followed him inside, motioning for Dragon to do so also.

 

He sat down at the master computer and looked through the database for a half an hour, but he came up dry.

 

He turned to Cadio.

 

"Looks like you don't have anything useful, so I'll see you around. Hope next time it is on better terms. Come on Dave, lets get out of here."

 

Jacen walked back towrads his ship with Dragon in tow.

 

"Looks like it is either your contact or KVC. Sorry, he just isn't very friendly to strangers."

 

Jacen boarded his ship and sat at the pilots seat. He had installed the pilot and co-pilot seats to reform to the person sitting in them.

[Kal]

"Lets hed to Naboo then. My source and I ended on a some what bad note last time, but time heals all wounds I hope." Kal inputed the cordiantes and headed for what was once his home.

[X7_X9]

High in orbit with in the Corellia system, the KVC shipyards were performing with in their normal galactic known excellency. Ships from all over the galaxy were being built, repaired, or serviced. Like much of normal day to day life in the Corellia system, everything was normal.

 

Among the constant traffic of the system, a single flaming starfighter exited hyperspace close to the shipyards. Once reverted to realspace, the fighter flew to one of the central complex stations. Before the engines finally burned out, the ship landed with a small scrape landing on the hanger floor. From the cockpit emerged a large man dressed in an old rebel pilot uniform. As servicemen ran to assist, they heard laughter coming from the smoking pilot, "Ha ha ha, wow! I actually lived!"

 

Once the ship was in for repairs, the man took some time to explore the public areas. On his journey he noticed one of the many security card carrying officers out for his morning routine. "Excuse me my good sir. Could you show me to the facilities?" The pilot asked. Being a good KVC employee, the officer complied. Soon they made their way to one of the countless species friendly restrooms.

 

The officer led the pilot all the way to the door of the restroom when the pilot grabbed the man and forced him into the empty facility. The officer's surprise was short lived as his neck was forced into an 180 degree twist. Once dead, the pilot took out the security card and reprogramed it via the standard Imperial hacking tools given to any machine. After all was ready, the pilot took out a silenced disruptor and destroyed the officer's body.

 

Soon the officer was back on his routine after he was through in the restroom....

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio sat in his office pondering the information he had just learned. He didn't know which side he should help. He was sympathetic to both sides, but in the end, his friendship won out. He pulled out his comm and sent a message to Jacen.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

As the faux KVC officer steps back into the corridor, he finds himself suddenly pinned hard to the ground with force that would crush the bones of even a wookie as the grav trap does its work, followed by a ray shield. Being the primary shipyards of the galaxy's richest citizen meant money for security was not an issue. Armed droid guards, packing both ionization cannons and suped up blasters appear on the scene, swarming the intruder. The moment an unschedueled survey was asked for, some warnings went off, made all the more apparent by cameras showing the foul murder (even in the restrooms, a lesson learned from the Link's break in), coupled with a small chip, giving the employee authorization, giving a null on his biosign readings.

 

"Halt right there... Authorization denied... Surrender, you are surrounded..." Pinned and trapped as he was, it was still X7-X9's move on how he wanted to deal with matters.

 

All around, alarm klaxons go off as security is mobilized and CorSec forces below are called up to deal with matters.

[X7_X9]

The grav trap was enough to pull the nanites off the droid and onto the floor. Underneath, the cloned flesh of a human replica droid resisted the urge to follow the nanites. With all it's strength, the droid slowly uprighted itself and looked to the droids. Knowing the big wigs were watching, the droid lifted up a simple card board sign.

 

The droid itself was a standard Black Sun Human Replica Droid, the only one however modified with X7's nanites. The droid itself didn't have X7's natural capabilities, save for basic hacking and fighting protocols. What made his droid unique however was the small proton warhead located in the chest.

 

The sign read "boom".

 

In a split second both droid and parked fighter with its natural complement of torpedos exploded. The calculated explosion was enough to send a small chunk of the overall space station flying straight into a golan platform. Once it tore through, the debris began to form a chain reaction that would slowly destroy most of the shipyard....

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

The reaction from control was swift. Droids had been sent to isolate the "rebel" pilots craft in short order- doing a quick data-jack & disable. They had enough interesting information gleaned before the whole thing went up in a giant ball of fire.

 

Two things saved the ship yards. First, a massive freighter, half complete and docked in the shell was fired, up, keeping the station steady and mobile. Though it shook the structure, it compensated for any push or pull given by the thunderous detonation. Second the long, almost skeletal frame started to break apart- of its own accord. The long, rib like frames were given an emergency manual disconnect along the metal "vertebrae", sending the damaged section spiraling off into the void and destruction. The assault droid was vaporized, nanites and all when the shields dropped and fire was launched in the narrow seconds before the proton torpedo went off.

 

Lives were lost and expensive damage was done, estimated in the tens of millions of credits. Insurance reports were filed, estimating it would take a week to get the shipyard back up to full capabilities and for estimates to be properly placed. Not the happiest situation, but it could have been far, far worse...

 

After that the shipyards, en mass, pulls into hyperspace, vanishing on high alert for repairs- dissapearing after a thorough scan to avoid worse assaults.

[Andon]

Talon was fast. Damn fast.

 

Before Colos even had time to react the Jedi Master had already pressed the initial stage of his assault, leaping effortlessly over his opponent as the experienced warrior brought Andon down to one knee and kicked him forcefully across the torso. He rolled across the ground, kicking up dirt and rocks in the process before the Knight could come to a complete stop from the power of Talon's strike. He'd gotten him”¦ and he had gotten him good. Slowly Andon rose to his feet, brushing the dirt off of his clothes as he did so with his free hand; his weapon wielding hand loosely down by his side as the tip of his emerald blade barely kissed the earth.

 

”œWe both know it's only arrogance if you boast your abilities beyond their actual capacity. You and I are well aware of the fact that I never boast”¦”

[Dashel Illioni]

Dashel watched the spectacular results of the terrorist plot on the shipyard, and the just as effective response to it. He shook his head in frustration.

 

"What use a Jedi if the galaxy takes care of itself?"

 

He left the orbit of Corellia and headed to the Helix station.

 

"There is much that I have to learn. Perhaps by training others I might learn what I need to learn."

 

As soon as he has safely exitted the system, he enters hyperspace heading for Helix station.

[Talon]

”œWe both know it's only arrogance if you boast your abilities beyond their actual capacity. You and I are well aware of the fact that I never boast”¦”

[Jin Valzano]

The Red Star dropped into Corellia, the six shifting wings repositioned as the dragon shaped ship came in low and blazed across a open plane of land. The heat from the thrusters caused a wake of fire to follow behind it.

 

After an entire field was set ablaze the ship set down on a far off platform. Jin stepped out, a large smile on his new blue face. He walked off into the cityscape.

 

***Day Two***

 

The massive fire had caused a huge panic as it had already gotten so far out of control within the first hour that it now was burning over a thirtieth of the planets surface. For some reason emergency personnel weren't even alerted to the threat until 24 hours after it started. All of the News agencies reported that apparently some one had sabotaged all of the satellites around the planet and had made it impossible for them to send reports between one another.

 

Jin watched the news as he stared at the drink in front of him. It wasn't to his liking. These liquors while flammable left a strange smell in the air when burnt. He was pulled away from the ale when he lifted something for him pocket and stared at it. It was a comm. message requesting pay for services rendered. Jin shrugged and tossed the device into the receptacle droid.

 

About a block down the street he noticed a massive billboard stating the notoriety of Correllian Ales and how they were the number one export of the planet. A pure white smile appeared on his lips as he considered how he should proceed.

 

***Day Two - Hour 11***

 

Three hit men had surrounded Jin. They demanded payment for the hacking of the satellite systems. Apparently Jin's credits had bounced after they scanned them. Jin just stood there and waited until finally one of the mercs stepped forward and slammed the butt of his rifle into the Criss's head. There was but a single back step before his right foot slammed into the pavement below, propelling him forward, his right arm came up into the armed man's chin and sent him flying backwards. The last two hired guns each unloaded a single round into the blue body which sent it to the ground wailing in pain. One of the men moved forward and secured the fallen mark while the other turned to assist there comrade. However there was no trace of the third gunman.

 

Jin had walked a few blocks in his new skin and chose to acquire some new threads. His new apparel consisted of a hooded cloak which he used to hide his newly acquired face and the rifle that came with the upgrade of tan colored skin.

 

He set off to find the nearest brewery.

 

***Day Three***

 

Jin took several tours within the immediate area and learned many things about the major export and how the facilities worked. He constantly had to remind himself not to start torching the place just yet because it would be too noticeable and wouldn't allow him to complete his over all objectives.

 

***Day Three - Hour 22***

 

Jack pot. Jin had been wandering around trying to find the most suitable way to carry out his plans when he found a small rag tag group of individuals blaming alcohol for the massive fires searing the planets surface. One of banners read, "The loose juice makes wild fires." They were about 23 of them all together. Some might have just continued on. However Jin knew an opportunity when he saw one. He approached the man shouting the loudest.*

 

I could assist you in your struggle. For I know the woes of alcohol. There is only one way that we can stop its flow, the flow that plagues this galaxy and burns this planet.

 

The crowd stood and listened in intense fascination.

 

***Day Four***

 

It had taken hours of speeches of liberation before Jin was finally rewarded for his efforts. A young child in the group approached him and gave him, her acceptance. This caused each and every member in the group to step forward and acknowledge his supposed hate of liquor and also his leadership potential.

 

***Day Four - Hour Seven***

 

Jin told the others of his plan to recruit more under there wing. Especially a well known man who was the main engineer for the breweries base line structure across the planet. His daughter had died when a reckless flyer who was under the influence had manually landed on her as she was walking home.

 

He sent a group of five to go see what they could do to gain his favor in the coming days. The rest of them were sent out to recruit others. Jin personally joined them to lend his apparently excellent BSing ability to there recruitment.

[Skye Organa]

The shuttle arrived on Corellia, Skye taking a deep breath of the fresh air as she stepped off the shuttle, following the escort into the CEC building. The paperwork done, Skye took possession of the ship she now named "Serentity". The YT-2000 was fully converted to the Healer's needs. On the journey she had also realised the Force was returning to her. Now she could feel it through her veins once more. It wasn't gone from her forever as she had feared.

 

She led Krishna and I-Nine to their new ship, their personal effects having been transfered while business was being done.

 

"Our new ship love. What do you think of the name "Serenity"? Like that one or should we choose another?"

[handofthrawn]

With a flicker of pseudomotion, the Night of Vengeance emerged from hyperspace. ShadowFett had come to Corellia to complete the minor task he had set out to do well before getting involved in a massive battle against Mandalore and Piccolo, the latter of which didn't survive the encounter.

 

Now the Mandalorian guided his ship down towards Coronet city, the planet's capital, receiving landing permission without having to speak--2277 was there for that reason among others. The ship was even registered to the droid, so Fett's presence could go unnoticed unless one recognized his ship by its name or apparent modifications, including the relocation of its quad laser turrets.

 

Soon the YT-2000 was docked appropriately and the experienced bounty hunter departed from the boarding ramp. He took with him a hover-sled with several boxes on it, each loaded with phrikite ore from the sixteenth moon of Gromas. It, when mixed with tydirium, would form an alloy called phrik, which was one of the three metals in the galaxy that could withstand a lightsaber blade--the others being Mandalorian Iron and cortosis. It was lighter even than Mandalorian Iron and possessed the attribute of being laser-reflective; ergo, incoming laser fire would ricochet off of it rather than be absorbed.

 

There were suitable facilities on Corellia that could produce phrik if provided with tydirium and phrikite ore, and tydirium was very common--in fact, it was used in durasteel. Fett quickly found a place where he could purchase some and made a credit transfer for a good amount of it, for money was not scarce for him.

 

Loading the boxes of tydirium onto his hoversled, Fett then proceeded to a factory that produced ores. Upon arriving, he asked to speak to a manager, who came promptly. Whether his speed was attributed to Fett's reputation or not was unknown, but it didn't matter to the Mandalorian.

 

"I'd like to make this phrikite and tydirium into phrik alloy," he said. "And I'd like to be there when it's done so that I can personally oversee how the alloy is put to use--I need modifications for the equipment I carry on or with me now."

 

The manager nodded. "We can arrange for that, for a price."

 

"I'll pay as much as you need," Fett answered.

[Skye Organa]

With the force newly returned to her, her connections were opened once more. The life forces pulsing around her once again. She was still waiting for an answer from Krishna, a pain striking at her heart once more,

 

"FYNN NOOOOO!!!!!"

 

She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face with the intensity of her pain. As Tares had created a bond with her so long ago, with Fynn's permission she had created a bond with him. That strong bond had now been severed and Skye felt that loss keenly, intensely.

 

"No no no no no!! He can't do this to me, he can't. He's already destroyed my family... why did he have to destroy my padawan as well..."

 

Her words were puntuated by sobs, Skye automatically blaming Tzeentch for Fynn's death as well, because he had never liked her old head strong padawan. Many had been the time she had to defend her old padawan, protect him from him. So regardless of if he was at fault or not, the blame was cast on Tzeentch as the one who had betrayed her so badly and had cursed her. Tear streaked eyes looked up at her son, eyes that hardened as in a brief moment in time she wanted revenge, revenge for her family that had been destroyed, her old padawan now dead,

 

"You wanted to know how to kill your father? I can give you that means. I can teach you how to starve his body of oxygen, I can teach you to stop his heart so his mortal body will beat and breath no more."

 

Her sobs wracked her body, her eyes going to the ground as she thought about Fynn. She'd felt something special from Fynn from the moment she had taken him on as her padawan. It had been why she had asked if he'd wanted the bond created between them rather than letting it be created naturally as she had with her other padawans.

 

Skye had always easily established bonds with those around her. Like the bonds of friendship she had forged with Darla. Niv! Skye's thoughts turned to Fynn's padawan, she knew Niv was with Darla and that Darla would look after her. Pulling out her comm link, she sent Darla an encrypted and secure message, through her sobs. The other two would know just as she what had transpired. She told them where she was headed and to meet them there. She needed to release these negative feelings, needed to find her serentity, find her inner peace. Her breathing, though still sobbing, attempted to deepen to rid herself of the hateful feelings. While Jedi were known to use righteous anger at times, she had no place using it herself. She was a Healer, she was better than this...

 

Life had to go on and the remaining needed to stay together. She dragged herself to her feet, heading to the cockpit. They needed to be gone from here. She lifted the ship up, pointing it to the stars and taking off into hyperspace as soon as they were clear. She'd pocketed the new remote caller and would organise the ship once at their new destination.

[handofthrawn]

ShadowFett was led to a back room with a furnace of its own, where he was required to wait while the alloy was being formed. Patience for him equalled discipline, and he welcomed every chance to practice it. So as he waited in the room's corner, he didn't twitch a muscle. It took almost an hour to form the alloy, but he hadn't flexed a single muscle in that time voluntarily.

 

Only discipline of this level would give him full control of himself in battle. He had proven himself against Piccolo on Gromas, but now all he could think about was his next taste of combat. Such was the thirst of a Mandalorian.

 

"Alright," he said when the workers he had paid looked to him for instruction. "First, I'd like a vibroblade. Next, an underlay for my armor--I have a datapad containing its specifications and measures right here. If there's extra after that, I'd like my assault rifle reinforced."

 

The men set to work while Fett waited, once again silent and unmoving, as a figure of stone.

[Skye Organa]

Having only silence from her son, Skye felt she would have to get in more control of her emotions before going to him. She knew she'd let her pain influence her words, her remorse for it obvious even through her other pain. Serenity lifted off, heading into space. She had ensured there were no tracking devices, nothing to show where she was going to.