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Alas, the quick duel and Kirlocca was out. Tobias held the pose as the wookiee walked out of the room. A glance at his departing friend and Tobias blew him a quick kiss, hopefully that dismissed the seriousness of the situation but spoke volumes all the same. As the door closed, Tobias swung the hilt in one his one hand. 

 

"I was looking forward to a free-for-all, would have been quite instructive." With a shrug and a smirk, he refocused on the duel at hand. 

 

He swung the blade in a reverse circle, and bent his knees slightly. Settling into a quick overhead defensive guard position, and waited. Lacking vision, he reached out with the Force, feeling the room. 

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“Thank you, Kirlocca. I’ll be in touch.” Even as Draygo began to unclip another of the miniature holoprojectors from her belt, the Wookiee turned heel and left. “I hope.”

 

A small crowd of sapients had begun to gather around the Jedi, a mixture of Rebel soldiers and a pair of robe-wearing Jedi from the clerical ranks of the Order. A few of the soldiers were murmuring unheard, but presumably appreciative remarks under their breaths--a Weequay passed a credit chit to one of her counterparts in the Imperial units of the Alliance. Extinguishing her blade, Draygo sighed and rolled the tension out of her shoulders. Now there was just her and the Kiffar.

 

The veteran Jedi bounced on the balls of her feet and twirled the lightsaber hilt in her fingers as through it was a stylus. Again, her hands moved towards the familiar double-handed guard of Ataru, but drifted to an uncertain overhand grip with the hilt directly over her head, the emitter pointed towards her back. An exceptionally learned practitioner of the lightsaber arts would have recognized it as a modification of a Juyo opening stance, albeit an emulation by a novice of the form. Still, what Draygo lacked in experience with that form she made up with enthusiasm, and she ignited her viridian blade and brought the weapon crashing down onto Vos’ guard.

 

A twist of her wrists brought the blade dangerously close to his ears, rather than the landing harmlessly against his own weapon. Even as the duel opened up again, Armiena kept a smile on her face and continued in a conversational tone. “I wanted to speak to you because you have unusual skills for a Jedi, the kind that make life miserable for people like the Sith.”

 

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Tobias felt her move- and he jerked his head back just as she was delivering a overhead blow to start things off. His body snapped and he moved backwards, just enough to dodge her attack. While there was a low murmur from the spectators, the Kiffar did not acknowledge the noise. Instead, he planned out a series of strikes and the transitions to each. Mind racing he focused on one thing and one thing alone- peace. He knew that if he started to think over this new Grandmaster he'd lose his temper. That same thing had almost just happened a few minutes ago... Wishing Kirlocca would have stuck around, he was a a bit of a grounding rod for Tobias, a calming presence, instead of just his mind telling him to be calm. That and a thousand other things. 

 

He paused here, responding to her statement, opening with a snort "I make life miserable for everyone, unfortunately, not just the Sith."

 

There was no room for pity in the statement, it was a dig at everyone else not understanding how he did things- and a dig against himself for the same exact thing. There was no backlash of emotion or anything from the man, just peace. He came at her with a low-high-high-low-low move that caused a few folks to goggle at what they were seeing. It was on this last blow, he flipped up and over Master Draygo and landed opposite of the corner where he started, facing Draygo. He landed on his good leg, and gently set his right leg down on the mat with ease. Holding this orange blade in his hand, he leveled his arm and dashed at her with only two steps- sweeping the blade in and engaging in another fury of blows. It was great to exercise and cross blades with another Jedi with skill, he relished it- but kept his mind and aura at peace. After a brief minute he let the momentum of a parry move from Armenia carry him backwards a few steps and he heaved a deep sigh and he adjusted his left arm- still in a sling- so that it was more comfortable around his neck. All the while holding the blade ready for the next move from her. If someone looked closely enough- they'd see a smirk on the Jedi's face. 

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Five golden medals lay buried in a sculpture of polished durasteel. Its foundation covered in a thousand flowers, lain by good wishers and grateful citizens of the Rebel Alliance. For as the five Iron Knights had been laid to rest beneath it, a million minds changed from fear to sadness, honour, and love. The Mandalorians of the Neo-Kyr'tsad had redeemed themselves fully. As Raven laid the wreath at its foot she placed her hand beside the inscription which read: 

 

“Here lies the Forlorn Hope. The Iron Knights of Mandalore who died restoring their honour and pleasing their Gods. May the darkness never touch them, for they have been refined into light. 

 

They have partaken in the Akaanati'kar'oya. And none can touch their splendour.” 

 

But now there were another thousand worlds to rescue.

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The Mandalorian, now alone but for the accompaniment of her combat AI, Hades, burst forth above Nar Shaddaa from the confines of Hyperspace. The assassin piloted the captured freighter, while six riderless Basilisks trailed behind. A small alert flashed up on her HUD, a message from some of her former Crusaders. 

 

She blinked at it with a single crimson eye and a small text in Mando’a began to scrawl. She couldn’t suppress a small smile of surprise 

 

Deathwatch had control over the Xaakzaamheid and were moving against Nat’ah and Beaihxeai 

 

Terra opened her com and requested a landing pad from the Rebel Base. There she would hopefully meet with the Empress once more.

Terra

To the Death...

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Raven walked along the Presidium causeway that overlooked the thousands of prefab housing units that had been bolted together for use by the countless refugees heralding from the path of the Sith Lords. The limp from her long captivity was almost imperceptible, but the tiredness in her back and knees told her that she was coming to the end of her abilities. The two silent Imperial Knights walked behind her, their white-grey cloaks covering their armour while she wore the simple Grey and black of an imperial officer. 

 

She had been such an officer for most of her adult life. Captain, Admiral, Senator, Empress, then what? Leader of the rebellion? No heraldic title came with that. Even if they regained the core worlds, and the gems of Kuat and Chandrila, would her new allies let her maintain control? OR would they set her aside for someone safe. Someone not imperial. Someone like the old Galactic Alliance had promoted. A feckless politician who only brought corruption with them? 

 

That was the most likely course. She could cross no Rubicons with the Jedi at her back. They had not supported the Imperial Remnant before, they would not likely support a soft authoritarianism if they returned to power. They would bow before the god of Democracy again, and would yet again willingly place their necks into the guillotine.
 

But that was a long way off. Gods could they even retake Centerpoint without completely exhausting their meagre force? 

 

Her eyes caught the dark red eyes of an old friend who was standing beside a Balilisk war droid. A hero of old and a hero new. Terra. Raven strode quickly forward and embraced the young woman. Kissing her on each of her cheeks before releasing her. 

 

“Thank you for coming my friend.” 


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In the skies above the duel worlds of Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta the new combined fleet began to prepare for its next mission. 

 

Rebel Alliance Fleet Command Flagship |Romanova|

KDY-Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Misericordia |25/25|

Axial Weapon Upgrade

Pocket Dreadnought Upgrade

 

Rebel Alliance Light Defensive Escort: Suppressing Fire |Alexandra|

Task Force Experience: Green (1xp)

RSD Praetorian-class Frigate Krasnoyarsk |3/3|

RSD Praetorian-class Frigate Voronezh |3/3|

RSD Praetorian-class Frigate Vladivostok |3/3|

RSD Praetorian-class Frigate Sevastopol |3/3|

NRE Senth-class Corvette Volga |2/1|

NRE Senth-class Corvette Nakhodka |2/1|

NRE Senth-class Corvette Voskresensk |2/1|

NRE Senth-class Corvette Kiselyovsk |2/1|

 

Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group |Anastasia| 

Taskforce Experience Green (1xp)

KDY Pelta-class Frigate Thessalonica |3/3|

KDY Pelta-class Frigate Adrianople |3/3|

KDY Pelta-class Frigate Strymon |3/3|

RSD Paladin-class Corvette Thrace |2/1|

RSD Paladin-class Corvette Corinth |2/1|

SSC Quasar Fire-class Cruiser-Carrier Constantinople |9/9|

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She saw the leap coming. Armiena had used a similar flip on her Padawan only a few days ago as a demonstration of Ataru acrobatics. While it worked

 

Draygo had come to this meeting with a plan. She’d even had a few minutes to come up with the faint outline of a plan, to try and empathize with the Kiffar Jedi--maybe even make an attempt at flattering him--but she detected the faintest hint of distraction. It would have been an insult to the Jedi to trace that emotion deeper, but she decided that her characteristic awkward attempts at tact were likely to result in disaster. What mattered here, she decided, was the fight--and blunt, open words.

 

She didn’t try to disguise her enjoyment at the fight, displaying it openly in a wide grin and a light in her eyes as she met each blow to her torso and legs with ease. Her lips twitching in concentration at the unfamiliar staccato rhythm of Juyo, she pressed upon Vos’ position--and immediately took a step backwards upon sensing the characteristic tension within The Force that signaled a Force-fueled leap over her head. Armiena saw that stereotypical acrobatic of Ataru coming--she had only demonstrated it to her Padawan a few days ago--and swept away any preemptive overhead slash as she fell back in order to intrude upon Vos’ landing position.

 

Draygo allowed the Kiffar a moment to adjust the sling around his neck, then it was back to the duel. It would have quickly become clear that this was an unfavored lightsaber Form to the veteran Jedi and that she had yet to pick up on its finer points of maneuver and footwork. What she did know, however, was to attack relentlessly--hips, ribcage, fingers, kneecaps, armpits, neck, no part of Vos’ anatomy was safe from the assault. The seemingly random slashes and thrusts, however, were inexpertly delivered and were overrun by her own footwork, causing her to stumble into a clash of their blades that resulted in her pressing ineffectually against the guard of his orange lightsaber.

 

Her eyes were suddenly wide, the veteran Jedi clearly not quite understanding how to extract herself from the bind of the orange and viridian blades towards an advantageous position. Even as their blades sparked and hissed against each other and the duelists attempted to work out a parry that would place them in a position of lethal advantage, Armiena had Vos’ full attention for the moment. “Don’t I know... it. It’s a lousy trade, learning how to kill your fellow sapients… and… unlike vibroknives or blasters, we can’t conveniently put ourselves in a holster.”

 

Armiena had never been much for talking while in combat, and the strain was evident in her grimace and the bead of sweat that was only centimeters from dripping into her right eye. 

 

“But people like us are useful.”

 

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(Apologies for interrupting whatever scenario is going on here, and not very good writing, still not too sure how this works)

 

Siolo Hajanga entered the Rebel Base. He had just been picked up by a Jedi escort after he was found to be force sensitive. As his ship pulls into the hangar, he touches his hair up in the reflection on the metal dashboard. 

 

Siolo confidently struts out of the ship, and though he is mildly annoyed that nobody notices him, he is still quite excited. He takes a glance around the hangar, looking for somebody who can tell him where to go first. 

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A loud booming voice shouted loud enough to echo through the hangar. "HEY, ININITATE!" From across the floor was a Zabrak standing with a Gand, a human male and two Mirialans, one male and one female. All dressed in very typical Jedi robes. The Zabrak was the one who stood tallest amongst them, waving at Siolo, the Twi'lek who clearly looked lost. "We are about to take a tour and get you guys settled in. Hurry up." The Zabrak turned and began to lead the other Jedi initiates into the main Alliance HQ. "You guys are beginning your Jedi paths at a good time. I am sure that you will all find what you are looking for within the Jedi Order..."

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However, they could be muzzled- but this was a thought that even Vos wouldn't want to bring to the forefront of his mind and let the evil idea out. He knew of three specific ways to sever someone's connection to the Force forever- and one to make the individuals intelligence drop to a that of a space slug. There had only ever been two being he had ever seen that were holstered in such a way. Banishing the though from his mind he reacted to her last statement- he threw his lightsaber. The Orange blade whisking through the air- at first straight at the Grandmaster- then it deactivated before making a clattering against the floor behind Draygo.

 

In the second before he deactivated the blade with the Force, Tobias started to sprint towards his opponent. About two thirds of the way there, he reached his hand back out to the Grandmaster- and pulled on the whole area around her. There was the a snap-hiss as a blade reactivated behind her. The reactivated blade was still a few maters behind her. But his cane spun and knee-level from directly behind her from against the wall where he had left it. Trying to distract her with the flashing blade and the sound of the reactivating weapon to hide the fact there was a silent instrument. Part of what he pulled on was Draygo herself, but just barely tugging at her, as the lightsaber and cane were his primary concern. 

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Many weeks had passed since Mythos made his initial return to duty, the Shistavanian Marshal awarded the Rank of Colonel by the higher ups for his work at Chandrila among other things. But for the overgrown hound, his return was just as he expected, a long and grueling climb upon the ladder of respect awaiting him. After his mental break at the hands of the Sith Magics at Dark Sun, the men were left wondering about his capacity for leadership, and above all, his capacity of resolve.

 

Was he truly fit to lead? Could he lead? Or was he past his prime, needing to be left out in the cold to whither and pass, allowing the younger generation to rise. These were questions he quite often asked himself as he trained his men and began his transition back into the life of a soldier. And yet one stood apart from the rest, an Echani Lieutenant Colonel by the name of Rai-Lin, five years his Junior, whom had made the Elder feel more welcomed than the whispers and gossip of the men that often swept the barracks.

 

Mythos sat in his Office when Rai-Lin made his approach, the grizzled Echani laying down the datapad with the Orders. Mythos grimaced, the long unwanted day of returning to battle now at hand against the very same forces that nearly destroyed him. Mandalorians were one thing, a culture to be respected for their honor and dignity. But the Sith were a whole other breed, chaotic and unpredictable, devious and foul. He would be the first to voice his displeasure in facing them again, but Orders were Orders, and Mythos would never disobey. Grabbing his gear, Mythos and Rai-Lin made their departure with Orders to ready the troops passed down the chain of command. It was time for his legions to prepare.

 

It wouldn't take long for the masked Shistavanian and the grizzled Echani to make their approach at the Presidium, the echos of their physical and mental scars evident even in the air, seasoned vets true and cold. Mythos eyes met the small Empress he had met once before, and out of respect, he knelt even if his form still towered over her own, Rai following suite. "My Lady."

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This time it was silence that was Vos’ response to her remarks--not even one of the glib comments that had irked her in the past. Draygo supposed that she had touched something of a nerve with her observation. That wasn’t entirely surprising, considering that she had all but accused him of being a killer, much like her. Vos managed to break away from the bind and dart away from the retaliatory swipe from towards his back, but being somewhat slower than usual with her inexpert command of that jerky slashes of Juyo, she was just slightly out of range and the tip of her blade was picked away by a defensive flourish as the Kiffar withdrew.

 

The veteran Jedi fell back on her left leg and raised her guard in anticipation of Vos’ counterattack. Her borrowed blade slashed upwards at the thrown lightsaber in an attempt to throw it upwards into the ceiling, only for the viridian to swipe through air.

 

Feeling the persistent tug of The Force behind her, Armiena lowered into a fighting crouch. Rather than simply bracing herself against the telekinetic pull and swatting away the rushing lightsaber with a defensive slash, the veteran Jedi leaped towards her opponent in a swirl of brown robes and a green blade. Spinning like an oversized top so that anything within half a meter of her blade was in danger of being slashed, her body raced with even greater speed towards Vos than the Kiffar’s pulled lightsaber.

 

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Siolo ran to catch up to the other initiates, he paused to catch his breath when he arrived at the main hall of the HQ. 

 

Siolo took a seat next to a young, Gungan Jedi. Siolo attempted to start a conversation, but was quickly interrupted by the instructor, who quickly began his speech... 

 

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The Zabrak stood and the front of the class and waited for the group to calm down. The excitement with everyone buzzed and it felt like it did way back when. The energy of everyone seemed to beam at the thought of becoming Jedi, which was still far off for many of them. As everyone settled in, he finally spoke. 

 

"I am going to review for you the very basics of the what the Jedi Order is built upon. Listen. Take in. After that, feel free to open questions. 

There is no emotion; there is peace.

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

There is no passion; There is serenity.

There is no death; there is only the Force.

A Jedi does not act for personal power or wealth but seeks knowledge and enlightenment.

A Jedi never acts from hatred, anger, fear, or aggression but acts when calm and at peace with the Force.

Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.

Jedi use the powers to defend and to protect, never to attack others.

Jedi respect life, in any form.

Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.

Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.

These words are a lot to take in, so I want for you to dwell upon them, and then ask questions. For even as direct of a code as this may be, it is also one the brings up many natural questions. And from one of our most beloved Jedi Masters who trained thousands of Jedi, they would have said that questions are the key to learning and understanding."

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Cloak enters the room just as the Zabrak reached the front of the room. He notices someone sitting next to a Gungan and takes the empty seat on the Gungans other side. Wondering why he was compelled to come to here of all places, he thought What is this place?  Who are these people? As he listened to the Zabrak speak he wondered Jedi?????? What's this have to do with me? The more he thought about it, things started to click.....

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Vos smiled, it was a bold move that his opponent rushed him in return. The saber and cane wouldn't reach Vos in time and while being blind, he couldn't use his other Force power to summon his hilt back into his hand. What he did though was collapse onto his right leg as he let the momentum carry him forward on the floor and he slid under Draygo. Letting the Force guide his actions, his hand shot up and connected with the hilt before it went past him. Knowing this was the moment the duel climaxed- he rotated back to Draygo- saber at the ready. 

 

She had known as well, and was in perfect position to line her blade up with his chest. His, was just slightly out of proper placement. Deactivating the blades, both Jedi Masters bowed to one another. As the betters settled their winnings and losses, Tobias nodded to his opponent. "That was a brilliant move, Master Draygo. Well fought." The man chuckled, and in one motion, he clipped the saber to his belt, called his cane over - which he had knocked out of the way when he caught the single hilt in his hand, and leaned on the cane. 

 

"While I fundamentally disagree that Force Users can be holstered- once you open that box there is no putting the contents back in the box. I do not wish to see my fellow Jedi..." He trailed off, chuckling at the realization of what he had just said. Both the seeing and the Jedi part. The smile turned serious as he continued, "...go down that path. People like you are useful, however people like me are dangerous. So, what task did you have in mind that would require our skills?" Tobias turned a touch more serious, wanting to get down to business. 

 

 

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Pim just looked down from the room they were in. "Whoa. That was wicked." She voiced her thoughts. "Too short though... Oh well." A sly smile spread across her face as she looked at the trandosian next to her. "Well, what do you think @Vox?" She asked him. 

 

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The Jedi Ace, still wearing the light blue flightsuit of the fighterbomber wing attached to the Rebel carrier group Methostopolies, walked through the low door into the reception area where a myriad of Jedi applicants and hopefuls were waiting. The orders had been clear, as the carrier group had been transferred to home defense of the rebel base, she was back to doing the tasks she had always dreaded. Teaching and mentoring. She would have much rather had the cramped cockpit of a Javelin or K-Wing then take on an apprentice, but the council was clear and she would do her duty. 

 

She closed her blue eyes and clasped the chinstrap of her helmet around her belt and then looked straight at the bearded young man who was sitting near the Zabrak applicant. She strode forward and offered her hand in a traditional human expression of greeting. 

 

“Hello I am Jedi Knight Britt and if you are interested I would like to talk to you about the jedi order. Are you interested?” 

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Realizing the woman was speaking to him, he thought about the question she posed. Was he interested? What other reason could there have been for him to have been led to this grimy part of the galaxy. Twisting the ends of his mustache and pulling on his beard he looked at the woman "Jedi Order huh? I don't see why not. Don't you have to have the 'force' for that though?"

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Britt grinned widely at the man's expression and slowly put her hand back down. Perhaps not every human had been raised in the core worlds and she did not let it bother her. Instead she squatted into a seat across from him and nodded, her dark hair bouncing around her ears as she nodded. 

 

“Of course we will need a formal test. But for now I can sense a small spark of the force in you, and fate has brought you here after all!” 

 

She looked him firmly in the eyes as he pulled on his moustache. Then she stood and motioned for the doorway. 

 

“If you trust the force, then follow me. I want to see what you are made of.” 

 

And she stepped outside, heading towards the refugee slums of Nar Shaddaa.

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Ya follow some chick you don't know, good idea.....what could go wrong. Glancing down at my wrists thinking of all the stories I've heard about Jedi losing a hand, I stand up and begin to follow the Jedi "so what are these 'tests' you mentioned?" 

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Witnessing the three Jedi Masters allowed Vox to see just what kind of skillset they had. To say he wasn't in awe would be a fools choice of words, and to say he wasn't impressed to a great degree was his own foolishness. The truth of it was Vox had seen even his own perform unique and dexterous maneuvers that would put a swordsman to shame, but this trio... They were beyond that level. There was nothing, not even the Nudono Chieftains of pasts, that could compare to these masters. 

 

Albeit Vox didn't have the awestruck expression more so a focused one, he was wordless of this sparring session. However it ended, the chieftain sighing finally when they disengaged and one stood, "Victor," over the other pair. He was disappointed that the fight didn't last long but was relieved to have witnessed such intricate styles of fighting. He also noticed how the sword-play changed from offensive forms to defensive, being a swordsman himself, Vox noticed that small tidbit. It was nice knowing the Trandoshan was not dealing with simple experts not amateurs, he was dealing with masters of their arts. 

 

"That was... Something." Vox finally replied to the woman, unsure with how to describe such art. And to him in finalized words, that's what he witnessed, art. 

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Siolo listened intently to the Jedi Master speaking, however, he still had many questions. After the Zabrak had finished, Siolo approached him and asked,

"I'm being honest, I have no clue what's going on here. Some Jedi just told me to come with him and it's not like I had much better to do. Apparently I was sensitive in some kind of 'Force' business. Is there someone here who could actually tell me what to do?"

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“Thanks for the spar,” Draygo smiled and handed over the hilt of the borrowed lightsaber. After having faced down both Kirlocca and Vos, she had broken out into an admirable sweat and she wiped at her eyes. “You’re pretty good. A tenth of a second faster, and that wouldn’t have worked.”

 

She glanced to one side. A number of Rebel soldiers and Jedi had gathered to watch the spar; a Gotal passed a credit chit of a small denomination to one of his counterparts on the Imperial side of the Alliance. Draygo had hoped to conduct this conversation in some privacy, but a Rebel sergeant broke up the gawking crowd with an faux-angry bark: “Back to work, you loafers! This is a sparring hall, not the fiddler’s green!”

 

Draygo had no idea who or what a fiddler was and just stared at the Weequay for a second. Eventually she remembered herself and drew closer to the Kiffar. “The Galactic Core is in a state of chaos. Yeah, the Sith managed to break the Galactic Alliance and occupy Coruscant, but I suspect that they are currently finding themselves burdened with an embarrassment of territory that they cannot possibly control--cannot possibly police or secure. Matters will be even worse after Outremer kicked them off of Coruscant. I intend to turn the Core into an ulcer that will bleed the Sith Empire white.”

 

“Borleias got hit shortly after Coruscant fell. It was never strongly defended, but it’s on the doorstep of… everyone: Corellia, Coruscant, Chandrila, Anaxes, even some of the planets in the deep Core. We don’t have the resources for a full-on invasion at this point, but what we can do is turn it into a perpetual nuisance for the Sith--sensor relays, tapping the local Holonet grid, local snubfighter wings, recruitment--one of the largest refugee camps is in the galaxy is just a few klicks from the old praxeum.

 

“Problem is, of course, most Jedi are not particularly good guerrillas. It’s not we’re supposed to be, but you and I…” Draygo paused, realizing that she was about to confess something that could potentially give the Kiffar some power over her. “I’ve always found it easier to identify as a common soldier. For me, the Rebellion was--is--home, and the robes never quite fit me very well.”

 

 

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High above the Rebel base, a battered Barloz-class Medium Freighter began to descend to Nar Shaddaa. Somehow, its pilot--an old woman of indeterminable but undeniably humanoid heritage--knew the Rebellion's most recent clearance codes and began a descent to The Red and Black.

 

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“Well…” Britt let her voice trail off as they rounded the corner on the large thoroughfare and found themselves staring at a makeshift bazaar. Large swaths of the road taken up by milling tourists, beggars, shoppers, and the stalls themselves. Which were heaped with second hand electronics, fruit, and off world vegetables likely grown in small backyard horticulture plots. 

 

“Tests to see if you have the moral character to be a jedi.” She grinned then led the way to one of the fruit stands where the seller eyed them suspiciously. She pointed to the scales he was using to measure his product. “For instance the law states that anyone using weighted scales is to be imprisoned for up to a year. It's a holdover from the imperial order that ruled this planet only a year or so ago.” She overturned the scales with a flick of her wrist where small micro weights could be seen glued on the underside. 

 

“So you as a Jedi, what should you do in this situation? Call the authorities? Or what justice will you met out?” The seller looked aghast from her face to Cloak’s. Off in the distance some of the martial stormtroopers, in their grey and green armour, that made up the mixed imperial/rebel security forces began to make their way over to them. 

 

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Cloaks face looked taken aback at what he had just heard. "A year of imprisonment? For such a childish glancing in a disapproving manner towards the shop keeper that had weighted the scales yet highly immoral action? That seems a bit extreme."  Eyeing the troopers that were heading in the general direction, then to the stones, then the shop keeper. "Throw em out."  Looking all around and noticing there were many people of varying species around, many of which looked like it may have been some time since they had eaten. I throw up my arms, point towards the shop keeper, and bellow "Hello citizens!! This kind shop owner has grown tired of watching people go hungry. For the next two hours she will be handing out free produce!! Please remember to thank her." Nodding to the shop keeper then looking to the Jedi and smiles "I suppose that solution balances out rather fairly."

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The Zabrak took a moment to look intently at the Twi'lek before answering him. His words were soft, yet somewhat confusing he was sure. "Perhaps there is no one here to tell you what to do. You were told to come along, and you came. The Jedi are not dictators. No one will tell you what to do, at least no one who is a Jedi. The real question is this; What do you want to do?" The Zabrak took a moment to fold his arms across his chest as he looked at the Twi'lek. 

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Britt nodded as her eyes kept firmly on the stormtroopers weaving their way through the crowded bazaar towards them. When they came closer she gave them a wave which they returned and pushed their way to where Britt and Cloak were standing. Their grey and green armour marked them as the colonial garrison, and though they wore the stripes of a sergeant and a corporal, the pair seemed differential to the Jedi knight and companion. The sergeant pulled her helmet free and gave Cloak and Britt a friendly salute as the crowd gathered to receive the freely given fruit and vegetables. 

 

“You lot always have a better way of handling things eh?” The stormtroopers voice, now unmodulated by the lack of helmet, carried the brisk accent of Carida. Marking herself as a refugee, much like those that crowded around the two jedi and two colonial stormtroopers. 

 

“We always try to find a medium between the laws of man and the sense of justice they should carry with them.” The stormtrooper grinned at that and leaned down to look at the pair of weighted scales. She noted the modifications and nodded to Cloak. 

 

“A good decision.” She scooped up the scales and together with her still helmeted companion walked back off to their duty station. 

 

Britt turned her eyes back to Cloak and shrugged. 

 

“A wise decision indeed Mr Cloak. You acknowledge the extremity of laws without advocating their breaking. A sound moral decision.” She gestured towards the stormtroopers. “They will follow their own laws, the Imperial Remnant always did. Even before they formed the rebel alliance with the ruin of our Galactic Alliance. It has not been easy for me to work alongside stormtroopers. Tell me of yourself, what is your story?” 

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Cloak nodded in turn to the troopers before they headed off. Nodding out of courteousy of course, then looked back to Britt as she shared her thoughts on imperials and nodded in agreement. "Indeed.  Not particularly a fan of storm troopers. I've seen to many harass good folks 'for the empire' in my days. As for me...Cloak trailed off for just a moment, never being one for self interest, instead opting for keeping a low profile. Well, there's not a whole lot to tell really. I was born on Corellia, My mother was killed when I was young, choosing at this time to keep the fact that he witnessed her murder at the hands of a Sith, perhaps maybe a dark Jedi, he was never really sure. never knew my father. Dropped out of school when I was 17, joined up with CorSec for a number of years, bought my own ship, left the military after the Sith decimated and took control of the planet, ironically became a private smuggler laughs had dreams for about the last week or so to come here, and here I am." Laughs again. Looking at the Jedi he smiled, his right hand dropping and touching his vibro knife to make sure it was still there. One of his many OCD habits. "What about you? How long have you been a Jedi? Family business or what? Not sure how the whole thing works. Although I have heard that Jedi kidnap force sensative children. Any truth to that? 

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Raven smiled enthusiastically as she saw the Shistavanen Colonel approaching them. The two imperial knights gave the colonel sharp imperial salutes as he knelt, and Raven reached out a hand to indicate that he should rise. He was a hero of the Alliance after all, and though she was still an Empress, she had no throne and did not feel comfortable with such a man kneeling to her. 

 

“A pleasure to see you Colonel. I hear that you will be joining us on the next assault on the Sith holdouts at Corellia. I have not had the pleasure of properly thanking you for your service to this Rebel Alliance. I have no doubt we will work together on many more occasions. You have my utmost trust.” 

 

She looked at the beskar clad Mandalorian. “And you may have met already but in case you have not, this is Mandalore the Bloody. One time enemy of the Galactic Alliance, and now hero. Her fleet and men will be joining us for the assault on Centerpoint.” 

 

She let her purple eyes glance towards the squadron of waiting shuttle craft. “Shall we?”  For it was time to journey again amongst the stars. 

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Rising, Mythos heard and heeded her words with respect, but felt no need for them. Praise was not what he sought, nor did he envision himself a hero. His ears furrowed back at the mere mention of it and he grimaced behind his mask as a shiver went up his spine and made his fur ruffle. Removing his mask that revealed the scars that laid beneath, he spoke, his voice coarse and rigged from the old wound across his throat.

 

"There is no need for praise, Lady Empress. I am merely a citizen of the Alliance, just as any other soldier placing his life on the line to protect it's freedoms and defend it from invasions." His gaze shifted toward the Mandalorian. "I'm afraid I've not had the pleasure, though I've faced many Mandalorians in battle when I liberated Hanna City from their clutches. Honorable and deadly, most of them proved to be. A true testament to those who call themselves warriors. Not like the Sith I faced."

 

As the little Empress offered passage, Mythos nodded. "I heard of the Sith's defeat at Corellia. Let us finish it then." Mythos placed his mask back onto his face, motioning Rai to follow. Outside the room waited Sergeant Major Jibbs. Jibbs saluted the Shistavanian as Rai departed, and soon Mythos and Jibbs made their way with Raven, with the First Light Infantry Battalion in tow. Truly, Corellia was blessed this day.

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