Mos Eisley - Tatooine

[Clash]

Clash let Vothe an his operatives search, disarm, and restrain him. He was anticipating the break out he was about to preform and hopefully only the Blacksun will suffer casualties. As he got off of the transport and onto the Star Destroyer he knew that he had to find Dordjooba and talk to him if he wanted to stay it was on him and then Clash was on his own but he had to try to help Dordjooba because it was his job and duty.

[Sasori]

Sasori had not cared that his shot to the man's head had missed. By any accord his Master had been freed for the moment, and Sasori had to run like hell to even be able to survive. Jumping up from wall to wall, Sasori climbed and scaled his way up to the rooftops of the building he was in. Hopefully Black Sun troops had not come to this place as of yet and were hoping to only surround the building. Using his speed and stealth to his advantage, he moved from rooftop to rooftop until he was halfway in between his former location and the Spaceport itself.

 

The Assassin observed as Dordjooba and Clash were both taken into Black Sun custody and marched into a ship being delivered to whatever location they were made to go to. Sasori could not on his own kill each of the Black Sun operatives and their leader, Vothe. The Operatives were armed to the tooth. Sasori could kill them all off one by one, and Vothe as well in the end, but Dordjooba and Clash would have been sent off before he would be able to end the villains lives and his movements would have been for naught.

 

If I finish my bounty that the Lord himself asked of me to do, perhaps I can trade my substantial reward for my comrades. Perhaps I can barter and get his aid and enact revenge upon the Black Sun.

 

With this though Sasori only had one option, and one road to go on. He silently slunk into the Spaceport and entered his Skipray Blastboat and set off for deep space.

[Zed]

After making the minor repairs Zed climbed off the top of the Brisk. Zed got back inside the Brisk went to the cockpit sat down in the pilots chair then flipped a few switches and the ship zoomed up off the planet into space. Zed liked the stars and just wanted to spend time drifting through space. Zed took out a death stick from his pocket as the Brisk broke the atmosphere of the planet and headed out into space.

[Vothe Kyrik]

Vothe popped the hatch on his borrowed TIE Defender. New orders from Daisaku... he thought, heading over to the detained Hutt guard, Clash, who was bound in powered manacles. "Come with me," he said. He then pointed the guard towards the nearest door, making as though to relocate him to a detention center, walking behind him and guiding him with the occasional push.

 

Some hired hands and mercenaries would have problems with carrying out Smash's orders at this point. Some would consider such an act as was about to be carried out dishonorable or cowardly. Some would think that it was simply disrespectful to do such a thing.

 

Vothe Kyrik, however, was not such a man, and even now he picked his moment to coincide with the time when they were in the middle of the hangar with no cover and no loose objects that could be manipulated if this didn't work right away.

 

Deftly he paused during midstride. Clash took another step, having no way to tell that Kyrik wasn't still right behind him. That step put him just out of arm's reach of the assassin, who then dropped the hidden blaster from his right sleeve into his palm, raised it to point at the back of Clash's head, and pulled the trigger. This unspeakable act was the murder of an unarmed prisoner. It was effortless, smooth, and totally undetectable by the target; everyone else in the hangar would be able to watch but the action too quick for them to so much as shout out a warning.

 

<< Killshot Requested >>

[Smash Daisaku]

OOC: Sorry this isn't longer, but I'm going to start ”œpre-gaming”

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

The Hutt seemed in dire straights as he was shuttled into the Star Destroyer. His prospects seemed bleak and the ruthless Black Sun seemed relentless, but something struck Dordjooba as slightly odd. The entire time he was being detained, even as the Hutt was placed within a detention cell they only really had one guard with a gun trained on him. It seemed in a pivotal spot, but the fact seemed very exploitable when the time came. However, that chance seemed almost improbable within this context, but as Dordjooba laid eyes on the massive Star Destroyer from the shuttle a small idea flitted through his mind.

 

Within the shuttle he sat, keeping up the appearance of the submissive prisoner, his hands shackled within powered braces. Dordjooba's hands were in what you might call the Hutt's lap, and the expression he wore was one of worry mixed with a small amount of anger.

 

They guided the large Hutt with military escort in no determined direction within the Star Destroyer. The front right guard had his gun trained on Dordjooba's head as indicated, replacing the guard before still following Voethe's orders, but Dordjooba noticed one small flaw within their plan though as they moved.

 

Now came the difficult part. How would he detain the guards? How much do these men fear the Hutt if at all?

 

Dordjooba decided to try his luck as they approached a rather large corridor with random obstacles strewn about. Regardless of fear or no, Dordjooba took another look at the guard aiming at his head and charged him full force, full speed. No man alive could focus his shot with a 4000 pound Hutt crushing down on him when he was standing within 5 or so feet, but the Hutt had to act quickly pertaining to the other guards because while he had planted the one guard upon the ground the others would no doubt quickly moved to take up his aim, so without further hesitation Dordjooba slithered quickly down the hall in zig zag patterns barely dodging blaster bolts as they came nipping at his neck and lodging them selves within his stomach. It seems Smash had sent a few to detain him more heavily with what looked to be an officer leading them, but their addition was futile for just as the entourage approached him he was barreling through them at full speed”¦ The words of the flunky weren't heard as the array of flunkies strewn before him smashed into a bowling pin pattern as the overgrown Hutt ran for his life sending Black Sun agents spraying everywhere”¦

 

No doubt by now there was an alarm sounding and even more minions on their charge, but Dordjooba rushed through the halls like his life depended on it, zooming his body throughout the complex getting burned left and right. His pain was tremendous, but his head held its grip upon his body and his body remained in tact as he slid roughly into the large hangar accompanied by whatever; at the time he didn't really care. His eyes fell upon Voethe and Clash, but they also fell upon a Lambda Class shuttle nearby within the hangar itself. Dordjooba perched himself aside the door to the Hangar along the back barrier of the floor he was on. There were stairs in front of him, but nothing except a height and barrier behind him, and as men would no doubt file out of the large sliding door to the hangar he held his tail ready to swat at each one knocking them into the barrier that led all the way down to the bottom level where the ships were kept and where Voethe held Clash's life within his hands. Each flunky would feel the full impact of his tail”¦ Fury raged within the Hutt's eyes as he continued panting due to the exertion. Looking about, Dordjooba quickly found a trash unit nearby. His shackled hands sprang to the lid of it trying his best to wrestle it off. Within which, the task was difficult and Dordjooba almost lost focus on his tail, but as soon as the unit surrendered its head, Dordjooba used it to shield his head from any fire that might've erupted from down below as he swapped sides and started to slither down the steps keeping a close eye on both sides of himself and using the shield as a buffer. He moved at a good speed so as to ward off any who would follow, but he kept prepared...

 

”œClash! look out behind you”

[Smash Daisaku]

With a great interest, Smash Daisaku vigilantly watched the bizarre mayhem occurring within his ship through a series of nearly omnipotent surveillance cameras. It was amusing, like watching a video game, because at any moment, on Smash's command, the riotous prisoner's fun would be over, and one more deadbeat Hutt would fall into the pages of history as a disgusting, worm-ridden bag of fifth, who had messed with the wrong people. Playtime for Dordjooba was over.

 

”œWho does this fat tub of shit think he is?”

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

((Post culled by Mod's request))

Edited March 19, 2009 by Guest

[Clash]

As Clash was waiting to be escorted somewhere to be detained he was thinking of the previous events that led up to being held captive on a star destroyer owned by the Black Sun. A little bit ago he was on his ship looking for a job and somehow he ironically took a job delivering a package to the Black Sun on Coruscant where he had a hat on his with a gun added on. While he was thinking of the faces of the people in the background he saw a shady figure in the back, he knew he had seen it before and after a little recap he knew who it belonged to”¦ the man who had ”œcaptured”

[Jidai Geki]

Dorjooba, that last post was completely over the top. You posted the layout of someone else's craft, as well as accomplishing a ridiculous amount in a single post- and this time, you were facing not one but two PC's whom you all but ignored. You also freely admitted that Dorjooba cannot pilot at all, yet can somehow intuit the controls of a Lambda-class shuttle well enough to blast a hole through a ship's hull and maneouevre the craft out through the hole. You also interfered with an unresolved killshot that you couldn't possibly have reached in time to affect.

 

Smash, one small caveat regarding your post: you posted cutting all power except the lights, then posted ordering the turrets brought online. The way I see it, it's one or the other; you can't have power off and turrets on.

 

Dorjooba, your last post is nulled in its entirety; you are still being confronted by Smash and his men, who are raining stun bolts down on you. If further posts contain any of this unfair, illegal RP'ing, I'll award Smash an instant capture.

As for Vothe's killshot: nothing wrong with the attempt at all, ethical issues aside (which obviously count for nothing in a killshot): you pulled on and shot at unarmed prisoner's head at point-blank range. Barring some very inventive countering, there was not a lot Smash could have done.

 

And as for the defensive post, Smash: you posted using a thermal detonator, despite the fact that Vothe posted disarming you, and there's really no way you'd be able to get out of the way fast enough.

 

KILLSHOT SUCCESSFUL

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

((I understand my mistake and I should've posted after the KS anyway - thank you Geki - I think you will find my next post to be devoid of any over the topness... at least I hope anyway...))

 

With Stun blasts covering him and an ambush obvious the Hutt's face widened into a great smile, "If I had gone with you Smash and became part of your retinue I would surely have received a horrible initial impression if I had just surrendered to your attack wouldn't I? We work int he Black market... How would it look if I just gave up and then was put on your retinue? Think about profits before you go sailing into people again... Anyway... As a parting sentiment... Here" Dordjooba made sure to show that he wasn't reaching for a weapon, feeling being lost slowly but surely in his thick Hutt form acknowledging that at any moment they could kill him. Dordjooba pulled a remote from his pouch and as he pulled it he pressed two buttons that did seemingly nothing on the SD, but would mean something somewhere else...

 

Then, after he had held the remote in his hand for two seconds, he plopped the small mechanism into his gullet forbidding anyone elses grasp to fall upon it. After a small gulp erupted from his form the large Hutt, with as much momentum as he had left shot forward and attempted to eat smash with every acknowledgment of the threat it posed on Dordjooba's life...

 

His living was not part of the plan...

[Smash Daisaku]

In the space of heartbeats, Smash Daisaku, in his mind ”“ stood alone, facing Dordjooba, the massive Hutt who held solid, overweight, girth upright before him. The Huttlord had extracted a small handheld device of unknown origin. Seeing it raised, Smash's eyebrows lifted in response ”“ in sheer concern, wondering if it was a trap or perhaps the ignition to some sinister tool or caper devised to reply to the Black Sun war, which had arrived like a cruel, cold demigod in the night. The device was not scanned as a weapon, but what foul trap would it commence? Someone so fat was unlikely to pull any punches. That moment of shock had come and gone. His eyes were sharp on Dordjooba ”“ that fatty and swollen crime lord who had refused to submit to the ever expanding sphere of influence of the Black Sun.

 

After that moment, the hefty Master of the Hutt Clan, leaped forward, like a ball of solid water, and therefore seemingly heavy. As it sailed at Smash like a Tsunami of calories and meat, the Master of the Black Sun wondered if there was some way he could force the Hutt to lose some of that weight, perhaps through a low carb diet, or maybe some combination of portion control and exercise, but then, a new idea struck Smash Daisaku. Something more immediate. Something well, within his overly prepared brilliant, scientific grasp. With a gesture rehearsed hundreds of times, Smash Daisaku flipped his hands back, pulling forth the large shotguns strapped to his back, with lightning speed and flicked them forward, and discharged both shots in Dordjooba's face.

 

With that, the other guards surrounding the room all aimed and prepared to fire as well.

 

<<<<((((<---(666)----(KILL SHOT REQUESTED)----(666)--->))))>>>>

[Vothe Kyrik]

Vothe watched Clash hit the ground, a smoking hole in the back of his head. It wasn't honorable, but it got the job done, Vothe thought, turning away from the scene and scanning the hangar. The way things were going, it didn't take long for him to pick up on the situation--the stupid Hutt Dordjooba was apparently attempting to flee, using his thick hide to protect him from harm. He seemed to do that quite a bit.

 

The Anzat wasn't sure if his presence could make a large difference at this point, but he now worked his way in the direction the Hutt had been taken, hoping to intercept him if things went poorly. He kept his blaster pistol in his hand--he just might need it again before the situation ended.

[Leialla Clia Madornja]

((I do not wish to defend as it was my wish to die anyway and at this point any defense I make would be godmodding as the distance is really ridiculous to dodge...

 

Also, I want this to happen but I will be back when I am back and smash won't know... No matter how hard he might want to...))

[Jidai Geki]

Since Dorjooba willingly forwent his defensive post, there is no reason for Smash's killshot to fail.

 

KILLSHOT SUCCESSFUL

[Smash Daisaku]

Smash Daisaku's weapons discharged into the body of the great Hutt, slowing him down considerably, and causing his arms to reel back. Tossing his shotguns to one of his men, Smash grabbed one of Dordjooba's flabby arms, and slapped the large slug in the face.

 

”œLet this be a lesson to all, such as yourself, who would willingly stand in defiance, willingly, against my Black Sun.”

[Master Prophet]

(OOC: Previous Post)

 

His jetpack's engines cut and his metallic boots slammed against the ground; the sand sliding beneath his feet as he sunk an inch or two. Through his helmet, he took note of two imperial watchmen who stood outside the northern gates, neither patrolling nor standing on guard; he assumed they were on leave. In either case, they didn't seem much interested in his approach, and for a moment, he appreciated the deception of being within the armor suit. It had been months that he had this feeling of freedom, but he was lonely, although he probably wouldn't admit it.

 

He missed being able to walk, just to enjoy the stroll and the stretching of his legs.

He missed his conversations with strangers, and learning from their different upbringings.

He missed everything.

 

He had casually walked past the troopers and had even gotten a slight head nod and a raise of a hand that passed as a wave. He thought for a moment how different the situation would have been if he weren't wearing his helmet. Would they raise their weapon? Would they lay it down for him? Call for reinforcements?

 

It didn't matter, because he WAS behind the mask, his deception”¦ his new face. So he had no choice but to play the part, ”œhail the Empire.”

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

Mirdala looked up from mopping up the latest spill from a very inebriated patron that was so intoxicated that he couldn't even hold his drink, let alone get the contense from the glass to his mouths. She'd cut him off and he was in the process of pleading with her as she took in the tall armored stranger that had just wandered through her door.

 

It also helped that she and her husband had rigged a silent sensor system to alert whoever was behind the bar of a new arrival as soon as they stepped through the door. Nevertheless, she smiled up at the stranger, his identity safely hidden behind the anonymity of his helmet.

 

Being of the Mando'ade, Mirdala and Tracyn would definitely notice the subtle differences between armor styles and types of the locals or at least those that passed through often. This man, statuesque though he was compared to Mirdala's deceivingly slight frame, was most definitely not a regular and normally her warrior senses would have been triggered to high alert due to this fact, but for some reason she was not set ill at ease by this individual. She nodded for him to approach as she shooed away the too far gone patron, gently chastising him in her slightly accented Huttese.

[Master Prophet]

(OOC: Previous Post)

 

The metallic voice that came from the helmet softly spoke one word to her; ”œSu'cuy”

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

Mirdala was not surprised in the least by the Mando'a greeting, for the most part anyway. It was widely known that she and Tracyn (at least under their assumed names respectively) were at least at one time, of the kandosii Mando'de, though their true identities remained a secret.

 

However, her curiosity was piqued so she followed, nodding to her husband that he was to attend the bar directly for the moment.

 

”œI am looking for a Mandalorian woman and you fit the description.”

[Master Prophet]

(OOC: Previous Post)

 

He moved inside the back yard apartment, lowering his head to fit inside the doorway, the apartment opening up allowing him to stand at full height again. Still unsure if this was who he was in fact looking for, he spoke again looking for confirmation; "My informant gave me information that I may find help from a Mandalorian woman in the city of Mos Eisely. I submitted myself to the will of the force and it has led me to your bar.”

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

Again she raised her eyebrow. A curious stranger indeed. She had been less than happy with the changeover in power of the planet, but had never done or said anything to reveal as much. As she considered his words for a moment her "other sense" almost seemed to prodding her to respond to the man.

 

Again she nodded, then asked, "And did this source give you a name to call this woman?"

 

She was quite curious to know who it was, but then again if this man were a Jetii, perhaps it was John that had sent him her way.

 

"I will help, if I can. The last I heard the galaxy was at peace, though I can't say that Imperial control has been exactly good for business." She was pacing back and forth, before she disappeared into the cooking area of the dwelling, continuing as she gathered some food and drink for the guest.

 

"I do have a friend of my own among your ranks, an old friend. I've yet to speak with him since the regime change."

 

She came back out with a plate of bread and nerf curd and a pitcher of water and two glasses and sat them on the table, gesturing for him to take a seat as she did the same.

 

"I always knew that this galactic wide peace would be short-lived."

[Master Prophet]

(OOC: Previous Post)

 

He wasn't exactly sure how Raek had known her, possibly through other mutual contacts, but he convinced Stevenson that the only way for his mission to be an ultimate success was with her help. Sly realized that he may be coming on strong, but he didn't have time to explain, or the time to convince her to help. He knew that every moment that past by, the hunt continued and whoever was looking for him, was making progress.

 

”œHe did,”

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

So this stranger, no the legendary Sly Stevenson, knew her true name, though very few had ever seen the face to go with it and lived very much longer, most just knew the armor. This meant that whoever had directed him to her, really knew her for her, rather than her line of business.

 

"Verd ori'shya beskar'gam, indeed vod[/v]," a quick smile, the greatest extent of expression that she'd exhibited so far, crossed her face as she tore off some of the bread and chewed on it, swallowing before adding, "besides, I've never given much attention to those silly broadcasts, both sides of any conflict seek to name and blame the other, is this not true? I know what rules my heart and mind, my own truth. That is what I know, and that is what I stick by."

 

"I do have the connections that you speak of, and would be glad to assist you in putting them to use, even lending a more personal hand if you need it."

[Master Prophet]

(OOC: Previous Post)

 

Sly returned her smile with what resembled his own smile, never showing his teeth, the corners of his mouth just slightly turned upward. In reality, he hadn't smiled in years and he couldn't remember the last time that he was truly happy with his life. Things, as they were, had become so complicated these recent years with all the hunting, betrayal, and deception. The hunting was something that he knew all too well now, and he thought it was bad when he was leader of the Jedi Order; that was just a warm up. He was more machine now than man, figuratively speaking; he lacked many of the characteristics that made up any normal human. His body had become accustomed to lack of sleep, scarcity of meals, and consistent dehydration. His heart hadn't felt compassion for anyone in a long time, the world he knew became darker and more difficult to find joy. All things considered he was actually in the best shape of his life from years of being on the run.

 

Sly actually knew very little about her, only what he told her which was provided to him by a spy network contact he had used many times in his years of being on the run. Raek had become a loyal friend to Stevenson, even though they had only met a few times; they shared the passion together for the destruction of the Empire. Raek had once told Sly that if the information Sly was giving ever came back to him, that he would gladly be tortured and killed before giving anything to them. Not just because they shared the same view on the Empire, but because they had become brothers over the years, and as each mission became more successful and the holonet began to report, Raek took just as much pride in the mission as Sly had.

 

Assassinations.

Rebel rescues.

The destruction of weapons facilities, ships, and personnel.

 

All had been completed with the information Raek had supplied. Sly was grateful to his little bothan friend, for the endless information he provided which had ultimately led him here.

 

”œI appreciate your assistance in any way possible. I've slipped some, imperial entanglements, coming into the city.”

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

Mirdala smiled wider, ”œThere are those that might call me ”˜terrorist' as well vod,”

[Master Prophet]

(OOC: Previous Post)

 

”œI will accompany you to Concord Dawn and assist you in acquiring what you need”¦”

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

So he does know Raek, she thought, more than a little amused.

 

Mirdala nodded once, leaving the table and going to the back room, emergeing a few moments later with a large ruck sack containing all that she would need for the journey. Her armor was safely stowed in her ship at the hidden jump point elsewhere in the galaxy.

 

"I'm ready whenever you are. I've already buzzed my husband so he knows that I'll be out for a bit, nothing more. I've sent our personal droid ahead so he should be warming up the ship. As a merchant, we've got take off clearence as needed to resupply, so no worries about being held up there."

 

She took one last swig of her drink and moved to the door. Stevenson was already on his feet and at the door. She followed him out, locking the door once more behind her before the pair made their way back to the courtyard.

[Cathair Breslin]

The planet of Tattooine had always been a place of conflict. Where once had been lush forests and beautiful oceans, only sand existed. There were mountain ranges but they were not the snow covered mountains that dotted the peaceful planet of Alderaan. These mountains were harsh and rough, and only the most hardened of individuals could survive amongst them.

 

A lone Lambda-class shuttle burst from hyperspace and made its way towards the desert planet. the pilot and co-pilot watched as the world slowly turned on its axis, bringing both suns to bear over the world. Each man had made several runs to this planet and knew the best approaches to take to avoid coming in too close to those blazing stars. Before punching through the atmosphere, the pilot turned and addressed the commander of this mission.

 

"Lt. Breslin. Where would you like us to put down?"

 

The commander was a young Imperial Stormtrooper recently promoted to his position. After only being a full Stormtrooper for a few weeks, he had been sent to the Imperial stronghold world of Foy where he had been taken under the wing of Captain Deton Rustic and promoted to Lieutenant. Shortly after that he had been sent to Coruscant to assist in the capture of a terrorist, formerly of the Jedi Order. Where the Coruscanti police had failed, Breslin had succeeded alone. He had back stepped the Jedis escape flawlessly and followed him to the back water planet of Tattooine. Being an out of the way Imperial world, noone would have guessed the former Jedi Master would have come here. But he had, and now Cathair had arrived to bring him down.

 

"The two most likely destinations are Mos Espa and Mos Eisley. The smaller settlement is Mos Espa, a better place to hide from us. But Stevenson would know this as well. If I were him, I would make for Mos Eisely. More of our people there, also making it the least likely place he would be."

 

Turning his attention to the pilot, Breslin spoke sharply and swiftly.

 

"Head to Mos Espa first. I want to drop off three men to search that settlement. Then make your way to Mos Eisely."

 

"Yes sir."

 

Plotting into the coordinates for Mos Espa, the pilot began to ready the weapons and shields of the shuttle in case something went wrong. Both pilots had flown in combat situations before. Each flying starfighters and shuttles through large scale battles and simple skirmishes. They had also been the drop off for several on-planet strike teams. They knew the drill. Come in close, drop off the troops, blast out. And that is exactly what they would do for three men being landed at this location.

 

In the cargo area. All twelve Stormtroopers were making sure their weapons and armor were ready for a fight. They knew in all likelihood that they would be facing a Jedi Master in a fight to the death. Each man knew their chances, and were prepared to die in service to the Empire. Lt. Breslin slapped a fresh power cell into both his E-19 rifle as well as his combat pistol. Allowing his pistol to spin on his finger, he silently slipped it into his holster and strapped it in tightly. After witnessing the destruction that the Jedi Master had caused in the apartment, he did not want it falling from his side should he be thrown across a room.

 

He watched as each of his men checked their own weapons, making sure that if they had to fight, they would be at their most efficient. The ranking officer watched as his two snipers prepped their weapons, each being awarded medals for their marksmanship in the war against the Rebel Alliance.

 

"TK-856, 729, and 590. I want you three to exit the shuttle upon arrival at LZ Bravo. You will be search the settlement of Mos Espa. If you find anything you will keep eyes on the target and inform me. DO NOT make a move on the target without myself being present. After you have searched the town, have local LEOs put the settlement on lock down and make your way to Mos Eisely. If we find him, we will radio you and you will need to make your way here as quickly as possible. Do you copy?"

 

"Yes sir."

 

Within moments the shuttle reached the LZ and opened the landing bay door. The three Stormtroopers leapt to the ground, each covering a different direction allowing the other to land and make their way. As the shuttle rose and veered toward Mos Eisely, the three Imperials made the short trek to Mos Espa.

 

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Back on the shuttle, Cathair turned his attention to the remaining 9 men. He knew beneath each of their helmets their expressions would be grim, their eyes cold and hard. He knew their minds would be focused on the same thing his was: the capture of Sly Stevenson. But he had another burden on his mind. Unlike most Imperial officers, he did not view his fellow soldiers as expendable. Each of them mattered to the cause. Each of them swore an oath of fealty to the Empire. He would not sacrifice their lives just so he could survive. Or so that he would look good.

 

"Alright men. I am not going to lie to you. If we do encounter the target, he will resist. It is in his nature. He murdered four of our brothers just to steal one of our shuttles. He could have stunned them, could have used this power known as the Force to erase their memories. He could have done one of a number of things. But he had them kill each other. And people say we are the monsters."

 

This brought a chuckle from the men. He knew the public opinion of the Stormtrooper Corps. Monsters sent by the Emperor to terrorize the galaxy and its civilians. But they were just soldiers. Soldiers in a war on terror.

 

"Some of us won't make it back from this engagement. But I promise you this. You will not be forgotten amongst your brothers. We will fight on. We will bring about the end of this rebellion. We will restore glory to the Empire."

 

"LZ Alpha approaching sir."

 

Turning to face the landing ramp, Cathair hefted his blaster rifle and stepped forward. He would be the first one to plant his boot on the ground. If there was any resistance, he would either destroy it to give his troops a chance, or take the brunt of it and let his troops know what was happening. As light burst into the shuttle cargo bay, Cathair slowly made his way down the ramp. Allowing his eyes to roam the hangar bay, he noticed no trouble and so lowered his weapon. Within seconds, the 10 Stormtroopers had exited the shuttle and stood about the entrance of the hangar.

 

"Captain Walker, take the shuttle above the settlement and keep an eye out. If any ships leave the area, I want to know about it."

 

"Yes sir. Will do."

 

The Stormtroopers watched as the shuttle rose from the ground and made its way into the air.

 

"Lets move boys."

 

Each soldier had been given a picture of the target and as they passed the citizens of Mos Eisely, they each showed the photo and requested an information they could be given. After several minutes, they had received no intel on Sly Stevenson. Turning his back to his men, Cathair noticed two fellow Stormtroopers walking through the alley near a cantina.

 

"Halt."

 

The two "Stormies" stopped and made their way toward Lt. Breslin. Holding up a holo photo of the Jedi Master in his bounty hunter armor, he requested any information on the subject. From behind the black eye lenses of his helmet, he watched as the soldiers looked at each other before one responded.

 

"We saw him enter the cantina some time ago sir. We did not see him come out, and paid him no mind at the time. But now he did seem slightly hesitant as he passed us."

 

"Mos Espa unit, target sighted in Mos Eisely Cantina. Get here ASAP. Squad fall in."

 

Within seconds, his entire squad surrounded him. He looked around at them and saw each was itching to get the target. Even from outside their helmets, he could almost see the smiles on their faces.

 

"325 and 664, I want both of you on rooftops with your rifles trained on the doors. 325 the front, 664 the backdoor leading into the yard. Let me know if you see the target making his way into our out of either door. Since 395 has the Flechette Launcher, I want him going in first. If you see his lightsaber ignited, I don't want you to hesitate for a second. Other wise don't fire unless we have extreme resistance. The rest of us will be right behind you. I want all weapons set to stun. He won't be able to deflect stun blasts. Snipers, com me when you are in position. Move out."

 

He watched as both snipers made their way in their respective directions. The sniper covering the froont door made his way up a flight of stairs and disappeared on the rooftoops. The second disappearing through a back alley. Flipping the rifle from kill to stun, Cathair and his unit plus the 2 from the alley made their way towards the entrance of the cantina. Breslin watched as 395 stoof to the left of the door and prepared to breach. Being an Imperial world, Cathair did not want any innocents killed in this mission. It would be up to the Jedi whether innocents would die today.

 

"In position."

"In position."

 

"GO."

 

Imperial Stormtrooper TK-395 opened the door and rushed inside. His flechete launcher at his shoulder, prepared to unleashed hundreds of razor sharp pieces of shrapnel. Less than millisecond later, Cathair entered behind him, E-19 rifle raised, shouting to the patrons.

 

"Imperial Stormtroopers, every down now!!."

 

As his men filed into the cantina, he watched as most customers fell to their stomachs and covered their heads, not wanting to risk a confrontation with the Empire. As all his men entered the cantina, Cathair felt something was wrong. It didn't feel right. Where was the bartender? Where was Stevenson? Narrowing his eyes beneath his helmet, Cathair cursed loudly.

 

"Lieutenant. I have movement in the backyard."

 

Spinning on his heel, Cathair brought his rifle to his shoulder and pointed it directly in the middle of the doorway and waited.

 

"Eyes open men. 569, prep a flash bang. On my signal drop it."

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

((I have permission to post as Adenn...oh and you might want to check the Holonet, page 4...about halfway down about the new rules...))

 

Hearing the commotion up front Tracyn swore under his breath as he came back from the back room, carrying a few bottles to restock what the intoxicated patron had depleted and wasted. Why in the hell did the Imperials have to be so pushy?

 

With a sigh he pressed the appropriate button on the remote.

 

In the months following their acquisition of the cantina from the then-leader of the Empire, a little over a year and a half ago now, they'd shored up the defenses and shielding of the location. Part of that shoring up was to install EMP shielding in the walls of the establishment, and to install EMP generators through out the building, a defensive measure against the use of blasters, power-based pistols, and grenades and the like. And the locals teased them about keeping hardcopy records, little did they understand the pre-planning behind it.

 

No sooner was that button depressed, but all of the stormtroopers within the walls of the cantina would now find their all of their electronic-based weapons inoperable by a high-powered EMP blast that, due to the shielding in the building, was strictly contained to the cantina itself.

 

"Now then boys," Tracyn began, leaning against the bar, placing both hands in plain sight so as not to further the threat, "Would you mind telling my why you saw fit to barge in to my bar and inconvenience my patrons? I dare say that subtlety would have been the better course of action friend."

 

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Outside, Mirdala was by the side gate that led to the alley way taking care with her head wrap and cloak, making sure that it was secure and completely hid her identity. She sent a secured radio transmission to the service droids at the local port to prep Tracyn's dummy ship as well. Better to have them both up, just in case. As she was wrapping her head wrap, there was something her "other sense" was telling her. "I can't shake the feeling that something's not quite right..." she mused as she moved to unlock the side gate that was along the back alley and just to the side of the stair case that led to their apartment.

 

Her suspicions were confirmed a moment later when she heard the hum of the EMP pulse from within the cantina. Either one of the patrons had gotten stupid again, or they had more guests, these of the less friendly sort, at least towards her current guest. She felt that it was the latter.

 

She had her side arms ready and waiting at her side, however her main job was to get him to Concord Dawn, but he was the Jedi Master so she looked to him to take the lead on whether or not they should engage.