Star Wars: The Holo-Quest [RP [IC]]

[Iander]

Acclamator, space over Bastion

Darth Niphilliak stood on the bridge of the Acclamator, an Acclamator III-class Super Star Destroyer, only slightly shorter than her master's Executor-class Revenge. Looking out at the universe in front of her, she could not help but think of how lucky she had been. Given the size of the universe, Bogan could've picked anyone as his apprentice, yet the force had brought them both together at Bastion at the same time. And now, merely three years later, she was plotting how to slay him. Using the communicator built into her armor, she contacted her training droid, Licom.

"Licom, meet me in my training chamber in ten minutes. I feel the need to chop something to pieces." she said and put her communicator offline, rendering him unable to respond. She liked the complete silence of the bridge, only broken whenever a crewmember coughed or a navigation-computer let out a slight noise. She took a deep breath and exhaled heavily before turning on the spot, walking towards her quaters located at the bridge's rear, which made it somewhat vulnerable but gave her 'a great view'.

Using her secret code on the control panel, she opened the heavy blast doors and entered. On her right was her personal bedroom, ahead of her the 'living room' and on her left, the training Dojo. All doors within her quaters had been made so that they required a code on a control panel or simply the force to open. Pushing the heavy blast doors of the Dojo open, Niphilliak entered. The Dojo was 20 meters wide and 50 meters long, and Sith-emblems decorated the walls. In each corner was a four meters tall statue of a Sith Lord, one of Darth Revan, one of Darth Sidious, one of Darth Bane and one of Darth Plagueis.

Niphilliak sat down and meditated, focusing heavily on the Sith Code of the old days;

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

Niphilliak knew what the goal of her life was: The restore the Sith Empire to it's former glory. But to achieve this, she knew, she would have to dispose of her master, a task not easily accomplished.

A handy link for the OOC thread

[Junkyland]

Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

The room became silent as Drogat stroked his long, white beard. He studied his sabacc cards intently as he tried to determine his next move. It was actually quite simple, but the longer Drogat postponed his drawing, the more restless his opponent became. The Ryn’s yellow eyes darted up quickly to study the rather large human sitting across from him. After several seconds, the man’s muscles tightened as he gripped the cards even tighter. An angry expression came over his face, but Drogat could sense the doubt buried deep inside of him. Before it looked like the man was about to burst, Drogat placed one of his cards down to discard it and smiled slightly. As a few seconds went by, the entire room waited in anticipation for the results. Suddenly, a feeling of satisfaction came over the face of the other man. He placed his cards down, face up, and let the entire room start in an uproar. The cards totaled at -23, giving him a near unbeatable score.

Human Man: Like I said, no creature in this Galaxy can beat me!

The other men in the bar cheered louder as the man reached for his winnings. However, before he did so, Drogat tossed his cards right on top of the man’s hand. The strong man hesitated for a second, and then buried his head into his hands. The whole room fell silent again as they stared at his 23 score. Drogat smiled slightly and lifted himself up out of his chair. He quickly scoped up his 200 credit winnings and began to head to the door. Several of the other men in the bar pushed Drogat slightly as he walked by, but his walking stick kept him from falling over. Once he was out of the bar, he took a deep sigh of relief and began to make his way back to his small, temporary room he had rented. With his new winnings, Drogat would now be able to focus on his journey. Life was about to change for him, and he knew it. The Ryn knew the key to get to the next step of his journey was close, very close. As Drogat reached his destination, he stuck his hand into his pocket and stroked his amulet.

[Treko]

Coruscant, Galactic City, Underlevels

The Underlevels smelt of smog, sewage, and other unearthly things but it was a smell that most people in the Underlevels were used to, and they could hardly tell the difference from fresh air to a complete pile Bantha crap. "Hey, Ausdi. You there buddy." asked a raspy voice which came from the commlink in his helmet "Yes, I'm hear. I'm also quite busy." replied Ausdi as he slowly edged himself along the confines of the dark alley. "Sorry to hear that, but could you hurry it up a bit." asked the raspy voice which began to wheeze, "You said you wanted this mission as clean as possible." replied Ausdi as he pulled out one of his DE-10 blaster pistol's and aimed it at the back of a guards head who was guarding a nearby door, with a quick squeeze of the trigger, the guard was lifeless. "What was that!" shouted the raspy voice in nervousness, "Nothing you need to worry about." replied Ausdi as he turned off his commlink, rendering the old man incapable of trying to reach Ausdi. As the guard's body laid lifeless on the cold steel floor of the Underlevels, Ausdi dragged the lifeless corpse back into the dark alley before searching the man for a key card into the building. The corpse was still warm but that didn't thwart Ausdi from looking for the key card in the guards ammo pouches and pockets, as seconds passed into minutes, Ausdi finally found the key card and headed towards the door and opened it.

Inside the confines of the building was upbeat electronic music and strobes lights, people from all across the galaxy seemed to be pouring into this one small club. "I hate clubs. Who wants to spend hours on end dancing?" Ausdi thought to himself as he began pushing through the crowd of dancers trying to make his way to the VIP area, the dancers themselves quickly began to move out of the Mandalorians way after they noticed where he was going. The club seemed to grow silent in anticipation of the moment, Ausdi with his raised DE-10 blaster opened the room to the VIP area and aimed it at a young man who had women surrounding him. "What are you doing in here!" shouted the young man as he looked around for his guards, "You're my paycheck." replied Ausdi as he fired off a blaster round into the man's forehead. The girls around the corpse began to scream in fear as Ausdi got closer, "Don't worry I'm not here for you." said Ausdi as he used his HUD to scan the man's face, "Target: Kudo Varush, Terminated. Return for immediate pay." stated the electronic HUD voice as it finished up with the scans of the corpse. With a smile, Ausdi left the VIP room and exited the club where he came in from, as he stepped out of the club he activated his JT-12 jetpack and took off towards the dry docks where his ship was being stored.

The dry docks of Coruscant weren't that far but the trip almost depleted Ausdi's fuel for his JT-12 jetpack, but that thought seemed to erase from Ausdi's mind as he saw his employer in front of his docking bay. "Kudo Varush is dead and I want my payment." said Ausdi as he looked at the old man who fiddling with his thumbs, "I'm glad you killed Kudo, but it was supposed to be silent. I'll be giving you half of what I offered." replied the old man in his raspy voice, Ausdi grabbed the old man through him against the steel wall, "The deal was for 15,000 Credits, I expect 15,000 not 7,500." Ausdi said in anger as he unsheathed his vibro-dagger and began pressing it into the old man's abdomen. "Alright, alright!" shouted the old man as he fumbled through his pockets and pulled out the card that held the credits, "That's what I like." Ausdi said in happiness as he thrust his vibro-dagger into the old man's abdomen before taking the card. The man was bleeding out, but that didn't stop Ausdi from leaving him there to die, after the confrontation, Ausdi entered the docking bay and walked up the ramp way of his YV-100 light freighter. "Lets get off this rock." ordered Ausdi as he looked at his crew of mandalore's who nodded in acknowledgement, as the crew ran start up, Ausdi returned to his quarters where his datapad was sitting on his bed. With a loud yawn, Ausdi slid his helmet off and placed it on his bed before grabbing his datapad, "Mission complete." Ausdi said to himself as he checked off the mission and put his availability to open for service.

[Camicon]

Mos Eisley, Tatooine

"Heyheyhey, be careful with those!" Jennsen shouted, fighting to be heard over the omnipresent sounds of speeders and debauchery that floated through the Mos Eisley spaceport. "Hey! Any of those drop, I'm not paying for 'em!"

The target of Jennsen's ire was the crew of humans (and a rodian) that were offloading the shipment of water, and machine parts, from the Lady Sefa. She'd watched them work on the ship beside hers (now preparing to take off) and felt that they'd been somewhat less than careful in their work. Not that she was actually concerned that the shipment would be damaged. She was more worried about them scratching Lady's loading ramp. Turning away, Jennsen inhaled a deep breath at exactly the wrong moment, gritty sand flying into her face and down her throat. She was left hacking for a few moments, before her lungs were clear.

"I told you to wear that scarf." a deep, scratchy voice said from behind Jennsen.

"Yes, Dell, you've only said that about a hundred times since we landed."

"So why haven't you put it on yet?"

Jennsen shot him a dark look, while slowly pulling a striped scarf overtop her mouth and nose. "Go help Mari prep the Lady. I'm going to see the dockmaster about the pay." Dell nodded his head, and slowly began walking back towards the YT-2400 light freighter.

Jennsen went the opposite way, heading towards the small office sunken into the side of the spaceport wall, reserved for the dockmaster. She pulled a small whistle from her belt, blew into once. Though it produced no sound audible to the human ear, the short and sharp sound cut through the low murmuring chatter of Mos Eisley quite clearly. From the Lady Sefa, a sand coloured blur burst out from the cargo bay, and was at her side in seconds. A Corellian Sand Panther, by the name of Nymeria, slunk to Jennsen's side. She went unnoticed by almost everyone in the hangar, matching the colour of the ground as well as she did, but those who did notice her made sure to keep their distance.

Reaching the door to the dockmaster's office, Jennsen slammed her fist into it twice. From inside, the sound of scurried movement and shuffling paper could be heard. Some swearing as well, muttered, but still vile enough to make a man blush. The door swung outwards with tremendous force, forcing Jennsen to take a quick step back, or risk being flattened by the solid durasteel. The dockmaster, a Gran, looked up at Jennsen and seemed about ready to unleash a torrent of abuse, when he noticed the Sand Panther at her side, crouched with raised hackles. Before the Gran could say anything, Jennsen cut in.

"I'm just here for my pay, Doell. My employer said he gave it to you."

Doell the Gran, not moving his eyes away from Nymeria, shuffled back a few steps and pulled a credit chip from a pocket inside his vest. He held it out on shaking hands, dropping it into Jennsen's outstretched palm. Jenn held it up to the light, briefly examining it, before pocketing it. She looked back at Doell, and though her mouth was covered, the Gran could plainly see the anger stirring behind her eyes.

"We agreed on ten-thousand, Doell. Where's the other five?" Doell was shaking near uncontrollably now, Nymeria having slunk forward past Jennsen's leg. Jenn snapped her fingers, pointed to the ground at her side, and Nymeria did a slow circle, sitting down where Jenn had pointed. "Where is it Doel?"

"V-Vo-V-Vokil only gave me five-thousand! I swear! Please, this was all he gave me! Don't feed me to that beast, I swear I don't have the other five-"

"Where is he, Doell? You tell me where he is, we're square."

The Gran pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket, scribbling an address and some direction onto it. He pressed it into Jennsen's palm, saying, "He's only here on business this week. This is where he's staying. He plans on leaving sometime tomorrow."

Jennsen turned on her heel, walking away from the Gran. "Dell, suit up. We're paying a visit to Vokil. Mari, get the ship prepped and keep her hot. We may have to leave on short notice." Jenn released the button on her comlink. "Nymeria. Ship." The Sand Panther loped off towards the Lady Sefa, disappearing into her bowels once again. Dell came out, moments later, clad in his suit of Mandalorian armour, blaster rifle in hand with a string of concussion grenades hanging over his shoulder.

"Ready." He said, once he reached her.

"Let's go." Jennsen led the way out of the hangar, with fire in her footsteps.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

Super star destroyer Acclamator
LCTD would have sighed if it could. Sure, it was a droid, it knew that. But it was also programmed to be as close to a sith without the capacity for betrayal and was annoyed at the offhand manner in which it was summoned and then dismissed. It finished putting the magnetic stabelizer and field shroud back onto one of it's training lightsabers, as Lady Niphilliak had damaged it with a sweeping strike during their last sparring session, and walked down the cargo ramp out of it's ship. The droid spent most of its 'personal' time aboard its own starship, an as-yet unnamed gladius-class light frigate, currently landed in the aft cargo hold of the Acclamator. It was better then most places on the super star destroyer, since most of the crew were, if not downright suspicious, only polite around LCTD because it was 'owned' by Darth Bogan; Something the droid found irritable. it made no effort to hide itself now however, as it would be good to remind the crew that their job is to follow orders from their superiors. No matter who, or what, those superiors might be.

It did use it's holographic systems to blur it's hand as it entered the code to the lady's quarters, as a precaution. If anything was to happen it would not be held responsible, no matter how unlikely it might seem for such an event on the bridge of a flagship. LCTD was early, around 5 minutes after the call, and carefully slipped through the bulkhead as it opened, closing it soon after. Darth Niphilliak was not the only one to give him commands after all, and Darth Bogan had ordered him to keep her on her toes as much as possible. With this in mind the droid activated it's holographic systems, mimicking a robed Twi'lek and retuning his training sabers to a bright green colour. The disguise wouldn't fool her for long, but it would likely last long enough to at least give the impression of a person cloaking her presence in the force. This was, after all, the first time he'd showed up early or unexpectedly.

When the doors to the Dojo opened, the robed figure standing outside slowly stepped in, two ignited lightsabers held outward. And LCTD mimicked a young adult female voice when he said:
'Darth Niphilliak, your reign is over'

[Iander]

Darth Niphilliak was on her knees in the far end of the Dojo facing the statue of Darth Revan, when what appeared to be a Jedi entered. She abruptly opened her eyes as the Jedi broke the silence. She looked over her shoulder to see who had so rudely interrupted her meditation. Wondering how the Jedi would've gotten in in the first place, she arose to her feet. "You dare challenge me?" she said in a threatening voice as she freed her lightsaber from her belt. With the push of a button, a red beam emerged from the silver hilt as she lifted it over her head, entering the form of the Mylock; Soresu. Niphilliak was counted amongst the best Soresu users of the world, if not the best. "Your move, Jedi" Niphilliak said as she slowly walked towards the challenger, still wondering how anyone else would have achieved entry in her dojo. "Could it be Licom?" she thought to herself as she came ever closer.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

With a faint grin Licom moved sideways, using the repulsor of it's right arm to close the blast door, ending with one blade forwards and one held back in the opening of the Makashi stance, carefully pacing with a grace unsuitable to one in a full robe, but it did not matter over-much as Niphilliak seemed to have taken the bait. The first blow was a feint, darting forwards for a rapid strike with the left blade, one easily deflected, and a follow up with the right. the droid did not expect to come through with either blow, but it still 'felt' that soresu was too passive for a sith, and always tried to make Darth Niphilliak aware of it's shortcomings.

[Junkyland]

Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

The smell of decaying food and engine fuel permeated the room as Drogat walked into the lobby of his resting area. Though it was small, there was still room for two chairs and a desk, which the owner sat behind. He was a human, but at first glance, it would be hard to tell. Several scars covered his wrinkled face, and a nose that could only be described as a birth deformity. However, despite his unappealing looks, Drogat had found him to be a fairly nice man, which was difficult to find on such a hardheaded planet like Bescane. Over the past two weeks when he was not out studying or scamming the locals, Drogat found it quite pleasant to just sit in one of the battered chairs and discuss some current events that were happening throughout the Galaxy. But, alas, the Ryn was intent to further his journey then develop a companion. With his new found wealth of 1000 credits, he may be able to purchase a quick ride to the next planet on the Braxant Run.

Drogat smiled weakly as he passed the owner, who smiled back, but was obviously intent on counting his money at hand. Once Drogat reached his room, he quickly went inside and closed the door. The room did not have much furniture; just one small bed and a sitting chair. But, that’s all the Ryn needed and he was happy with it. Lying on the chair was Drogat’s travelling pack, which was all ready to go. Three of his Galactic maps were scattered on his bed, but he quickly swiped them up and threw them into his pack. It was time to leave this planet, so Drogat got his 50 credits ready and hurried back to the lobby. Once there, he tossed the credits due to the owner on the desk and they said their farewells.

[Iander]

Deflecting both strikes from the Jedi with the greatest of ease, Niphilliak couldn't help but feel that it was all a bit - fake. Taking a quick step back to dodge another half-hearted strike at her, Niphilliak turned off her lightsaber and jumped backwards. "Licom, no one can move that freely in a robe." she said as she shook her head. "Why do you insist on hating my Soresu?" she asked, although still holding her lightsaber in her left hand, should the Jedi turn out to be a real one after all. Niphilliak had practised her Soresu for years, to the point where it may almost be called perfect. She had learnt it and developed upon it, refining it into a style that would appear defensive but had incredible offensive capabilities. A very balanced technique indeed, the style of Soresu Niphilliak fought was a unique one that only she mastered after many years of hard training.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

'Soresu is typical of the Jedi.' Licom responded in his more usual voice, dropping the disguise and attacks for a moment. 'a technique revolving around pure defence is unsuitable for a sith, unless backed up by a more aggresive style. The problem lies not in your unquestionable mastery, but in the ethics of the style itself.' it waved one of it's arms, as though describing, but followed up with a blast of energy from the lightning emitters. moving for a follow-up strike should the blast not be deflected.

[Zions Rebel Court]

Bogan arose, feeling fully rejuvenated after a day of meditation. Over the last three years he had built a grand Sith Empire that stretched across the Outer Rim, and even a few planets in the Mid Rim. If nothing else, Bogan was proud. Proud of himself, and though he knew she would one day turn against him, he was proud of his apprentice, Lady Niphiliak. He alone brought the Fel Empire under his rule, but since that moment, she had been his right hand. When Bogan had to manage his empire, it was she brought his will down upon all those who opposed him. He had a live feed to the Dojo, and as always, Licom alerted Bogan when Niphiliak had requested a training session. Bogan watched as the two dueled, Licom in the guise of a Twi'lek Jedi. Bogan couldn't help but feel responsible for how well she fought. Even more impressive, he thought to himself, was how quickly she realized she was not fighting a Jedi. Bogan immediately sent her a message over the comm, ignoring her current conversation with Licom. "Lady Niphiliak. I see you've bested Licom's disguise in record timing."

[Iander]

Niphilliak turned on her lightsaber as soon as she saw Licom's hand arise, and swiftly blocked it with her lightning reflexes. Right before she struck back, her master spoke to her over the communicator, which surprised her enough to throw her strike off, missing Licom completely as her Lightsaber's beam hit the reinforced durasteelplate that made up the floor. The Lightsaber bounced off of the plating and force of the attack pushed her own hand back, and had it not been for her quick reflexes turning off the Lightsaber, she would've cut her own head clean off.

"I have master, it was easy. His distate of my Soresu gave it away" she said, wondering how Bogan had managed to contact her through the communicator, especially since their bond meant he could simply communicate with her through the force - and how he'd seen Licom and herself battle in the first place.

[Zions Rebel Court]

Bogan activated Licom's holoprojector, as his form changed into that of the Dark Lord Bogan. "My Lady, do you forget who this droid serves? I can see what this droid sees, hear what it hears. Just because I do not always take advantage of this, does not mean I cannot." Licom, as Bogan, stood tall before Niphiliak. "But you were too distracted once the fight was over. Had an assassin been in the room, do not be so sure that we would be speaking. You have come a far way since I began your training on Bastion, but you still have much to learn. In fact, I have more training for you. Finish with Licom, then report to my quarters on the Revenge. I have returned to Bastion. Move with haste, my apprentice." With that Bogan ended his projection and went to his observational quarters from his ship. He had not been to Bastion in over a year, his management of the Empire, and its expansion had kept him away. He peered down over the still smoldering ruins of the old Imperial Palace. His victory over the Fel, and the defeat of those who tried to restore the Fel still gave him a grand feeling of accomplishment. Their anguish and destruction still fed his power. This was where his reign began. This is where he became Emperor. This is where the galaxy first submitted to his will, and after that day, a chain reaction occurred that has now left over half the known galaxy in the palm of his hand.

[Treko]

Coruscant, Galactic City, Dry Docks

Ausdi looked at the datapad and gave a slight smile before placing it in a cabinet that was hanging over the bed, as he retracted his hands from the cabinet he noticed one of his Mandalorian crew members standing at the doorway. "Ausdi, where do want us to jump to?" asked the Mandaloroian who was looking over the engines through the use of a datapad, "Make a jump to Bastion." ordered Ausdi as he walked out of his quarters and headed over to the cockpit. The confines of the cockpit were quite spacious and the crew loved the openness, Ausdi didn't mind his ship, he was glad he was able to carry more supplies but above all he was just more of a starfighter person. "Ausdi, we're leaving the dry dock." stated the pilot as he checked the flight instruments before pulling back on the controls, "Good, as soon as we reach orbit take off for Bastion." replied Ausdi as he walked over to the instrument panel and began to look over the fluctuations and energy being dispersed before heading back to armory section of the ship.

The armory was a sight to see, multiple blasters hung on the walls and ammo containers were placed evenly throughout the interior of the armory. After taking in the sight of the armory, Ausdi slid off his JT-12 jetpack and placed it onto a work table that was only a couple feet away from him and the entrance. Ausdi looked at the jetpack and gave slight smile before using his tools to take apart the jetpack, piece by piece. Ausdi was looking at the insides of his jetpack when he felt the Ablaze lurch backwards then launch forward, "We have entered Hyperspace. The trip to Bastion shouldn't take very long." stated the pilot who quickly turned off comms, "Finally." Ausdi whispered to himself as he began to put his jetpack back together again. After looking through his jetpack, Ausdi began to disassemble his gear and tried to increase the energy released by both of his DE-10s.

With a a new smile on his face, Ausdi began to spin his two DE-10s on his fingers before sliding them back into their holsters that were hanging on Ausdi's armored thighs. As the smile began to fade away from Ausdi's face, the Ablaze lurched backwards then took a tight left bank, "What the hell was that!" Ausdi shouted over his commlink as he picked himself off the floor of the armory. "We came out of Hyperspace to close to an Imperial Star Destroyer!" replied the pilot as he took another tight turn to avoid the edge of the Super Star Destroyer, "We did what!" replied Ausdi as he ran towards the cockpit. The ship was a sight to see, it was x20 large than the Ablaze and it looked like it could destroy a freighter with a simple cannon. Ausdi looked at the pilot in anger as he looked at the Super Star Destroyer once more, "We're probably in deep shit now." stated Ausdi as he gripped both of his DE-10s tightly.

[The Keystone Federation]

Somewhere on Tatooine

Shiva rode towards Mos Enthas of Tatooine, hunting her usual targets and finding her usual contractors. As her Land Speeder zoomed through the hot sandy terrain of Tatooine, an establishment appeared through the hot mirage, consisting of a few large structures, which seemed to be a sort of landing dock for visiting spacecraft, this was definitely the place she was heading. As she neared Mos Enthas, 'traffic' picked up as Land Speeders and vehicles of all sorts zoomed by her left and right, coming out of the city. She slowed her speed as she neared the packed city of Mos Enthas and she pulled her vehicle behind what appeared to be a bar, most likely the one her contact had informed her to visit.

She stopped her Land Speeder and exited through the door, putting on her helmet as she did so, to protect her identity whilst inside. She walked through the doorway, the bar became silent as she stepped in, although the band kept playing, those in the bar turned from their conversation to see the armored bounty hunter glimmering in the sun as she stepped into the bar. Shiva ignored them and continued toward a bar stool, next to it a man who had motioned her over, the man was the one responsible for her bringing to Tatooine, he promised a fair award for the killing of his partner. As she sat down the man held out his hand and grinned, "Ah, the bounty hunter has arrived, eh. Nice to meet you, uhh Shiva, is it?" Shiva however, completely ignored the man and grabbed her drink which had been poured by the bartender, her mask opened and she through back her head as she swallowed the contents of the glass.

Understanding that Shiva meant to do business instead of greetings and making friends, the man continued with his contract, "Uh, well, I see, I'll just give you the contract already. Around 30 miles north from this city, there is a small village, inside the village is a man, simply known as the 'All Seeing One' Usually, I'd just flick this man's problems off of my shoulder, however recently has gotten himself into some problems with me and my clients. He has no regard for my client's or my racing equipment, I give him parts to borrow, he breaks them, I give him money to buy parts, he never pays me back. So, this is why I come to you, you go, you kill this man, and you get your money; oh and keep in mind this man has his own little..well militia, hence the reason I never just went and killed him myself."

Shiva nodded at the man's contract before letting out an almost whisper of acceptance, "I'll see what I can do." She threw back another one of her drinks before exiting the bar, her face mask going back down as she walked out. She jumped back into her Land Speeder and began speeding towards the man's proposed location.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

Licom was surprised at the sudden takeover by Darth Bogan, it knew that it could happen, and would likely happen many times more in the future, yet it was always left.. angry. It could not object, of course, nor counter the programming that allowed the sith lord to use his sytems for communication with his apprentice, but another part of the droid's programming resented being used. as such, it kept the holographic disguise up after the link with Darth Bogan was finished, yet moved back inside the disguise, almost to the point of appearing out of the back of the holographic Darth Bogan. Licom would wait for lady niphilliak to strike the holographic shadow in front of it, and then try to seize the initiative for a short while.

[Junkyland]

Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

Drogat silently studied his surroundings as he walked through the spaceport. It was loud, crowded, and had a very pungent smell. Since Bescane was largely made up of factories, most of the shipyards had vessels that were under contract to transport raw materials for them. However, Drogat did remember that the young Rodian who brought him here from Jaemus docked in the far end of the spaceport, which was apparently where all non-company owned vessels stay at. As Drogat made it to the back of the spaceport, he spotted one ship in particular that was not only in terrible condition, but the man beside it looked to be very simple minded. This was right in Drogat’s price range.

As the Ryn approached the human pilot, he greeted him with a warm-hearted smile. He wore a red, tattered space suit and had black hair which he slicked back with oil.

Drogat: Good morning. I take it this is your freighter? It’s an YT-2400 model, am I correct?

Human Pilot: Right you are. This baby here is called the Darkstar, you’ve probably heard of it. She’s pretty famous around these parts.

To no surprise, Drogat had never heard of it, but the key for a good price was to keep these pilot’s egos in place.

Drogat: Well of course I have, why else do you think I decided to come to your ship first?

Human Pilot: Heh, so I guess you’re looking for a fast ship?

Drogat: Yes, it’s about time I leave here.

Human Pilot: Well, where do you need to go, anyways?

Drogat squeezed his walking stick tightly as he stared into the eyes of human pilot.

Drogat: Bastion.

The pilot chuckled to himself softly before responding to the old Ryn.

Human Pilot: What business could you possibly have going there?

Drogat: I, I enjoy travelling. It’s just the next stop on the Braxant Run.

Human Pilot: Well, if you ask me, I think you would be better off heading the other way.

Drogat: Why? Are you not on good terms with them?

Human Pilot: Eh, nothing big.

Drogat: Then why do you not want to take me there?

Human Pilot: Well, okay. But I’m not risking myself for something cheap. For that distant, I’ll need 2000 credits.

Drogat stroked his white beard as he contemplated his next move. He was down to only 950 credits, which was actually a very reasonable price for that distant. However, the presence of the Galactic Empire there was so strong that it could bump up the price for these wanted smugglers.

Drogat: Hmmm, would you be willing to take me for 900 credits and this Galactic map from around the time of the Old Republic? This alone could fetch you 2000 credits to the right buyer.

He then dipped inside his pack and pulled out the map. The pilot stared at it briefly before answering.

Human Pilot: Deal. But we must leave right now, my copilot Zanch has this ship are prepped for departure and I would like to get this done as quickly as possible.

Drogat: I sense a little discomfort in this trip for you.

Human Pilot: Me? I’m Dandon Feif; I’m scared of nothing.

Drogat quietly chuckled under his breath as the pilot started to head on board the ship. He could tell that a bounty of sorts has to be on this ship, but as long as the airspace was not heavily polluted with the Empire, they would be fine. The Ryn knew the dangers, however, but this had to be done. Bastion was the next destination in his journey to unlock the mystery of the Galaxy.

OOC: I apologize if this post is too long. I just kept typing and it got a little out of hand.

[The Keystone Federation]

Somewhere on Tatooine

The sun set on the Tatooine horizon as Shiva's Land Speeder zoomed through the open deserts of the barren Tatooine landscape. Suddenly, as if on queue a small village appeared to the West of Shiva's position. Pressing a few holographic icons on her heads-up display, the Land Speeder sharply ripped to it's right and sped towards the village. Her visor on her helmet came down as she neared the outcropping adobe houses on the outer edges of the village. A Jawa ship could be seen in the distance as Shiva focused back on the village, as she came down the main road between the houses, the Land Speeder came to a stop as the side doors opened and she slowly stepped out of the vehicle. A man in a robe walked past, Shiva stopped the man with her hand, coded in the tight armor outfit she was wearing, " The 'All Seeing One', do you know him?" The man's hood fell down as a gust of wind came by, revealing light grey hair, he pointed in the direction of a large adobe style hut with a man and a few Jawa's standing out front, they seemed to be making some sort of deal with a few droids.

As soon as the man caught wind of what was going on he began to run to the back of the hut, Shiva kept a fast-paced walking speed as she neared the large hut. She pushed a few Jawa's out of the way as her propulsion jet-pack warmed up, she zoomed into the air and straight over the large hut, landing right back in front of the man as he tried entering a Land Speeder. Her visor went down, revealing to the man that she wasn't the usual male bounty hunter, but a female bounty hunter, "You have unprofessional relationships with a man, gives away parts, gives you money, and you don't repay him? Why? I'm curious, amuse me before I have your head and ruin my once good day." The man didn't respond, but suddenly jumped to the side, at least 20 men quickly jumped out from the man's hut; surrounding Shiva as her bounty began running away. She nodded and smiled, "Well, well, well, it seems the 'All Seeing One' has a few protectors, oh how I love a great challenge." her visor went down as her jet-pack lifted her instantaneously off of the ground and back-flipping over the men and right back in front of the bounty.

To avoid further complications she quickly shot the man directly in the forehead with her DL-44 Blaster Pistol. In a gruesome manner, she made quick work of his hand, and took some local currency from the man's pocket. She put the currency in the man's hand and closed it tight, sticking it in a compartment in the back area of her armor. The small guards of the man, now completely confused, ran in terror as they noticed the man's mutilated body. Having distracted the guards, Shiva got back in her Land Speeder and sped back towards Mos Enthas to collect her bounty.

[Iander]

"Yes, master.." Niphilliak said, even though she knew he couldn't hear her anymore. "Okay, you silly droid, come 'ere. Let's see how thick that armor of yours is." she said and attacked the hologram, inside which she'd expected to find Licom. But when she realized he was gone, confusion overcame her, as she swapped back to Soresu instinctively.

Acclamator's bridge
Colonel Sarnech was keeping watch on the bridge now that Niphilliak had left for her personal quaters. Tired of walking between the crewpits of the bridge, he stopped and had a break whilst looking out of the huge window on the bridge's front, showing the impressive hull of the oversized Acclamator. Apart from updated weapon systems, the Acclamator was more or less just a scaled up Acclamator-class Assault Ship from the Clone Wars, specially built by Niphilliak's orders.

"Colonel, I'm picking up something weird on the scanners.." a man in a crewpit said. "By the Death Star, it's a ship.. It's coming right at us!" he continued.

"Turn on the Gravity Well, quickly!" Sarnech ordered. Inside the hull of the Acclamator were two Gravity Well Generators hidden, and these could be turned on at any given moment.

"Yes sir!" someone else replied, and shortly after, a YV-100 light freighter appeared, right in front of the bridge. Clearly shocked, Sarnech barked out his next order.

"I want that spice-chewing son of a mynock locked up immediately! Activate the tractorbeam, and notify hangar Z-11 that they'll have guests shortly.. And send a platoon of Stormtroopers down there, tell them to storm the ship and stun the crew!" he ordered as he shook his head.

[Treko]

Ablaze's Cockpit

"Ausdi, they've got us in a tractor beam!" shouted the pilot has he struggled with the controls and instruments of the Ablaze, "Have you tried increasing to maximum speed." replied Ausdi as he held onto one of the cockpits chairs that was shaking fiercely due to the tractor beam. "I'm trying it now." replied the pilot has he increased the power of the ship which did nothing, "Damn! Prepare to be boarded." ordered Ausdi as he ran back to his personal quarters and slid on his black Mandalorian helmet, as Ausdi brought up his HUD he felt the ship continue to shake fiercely. After checking his gear, Ausdi ran to the lounge area where his three crew members were strapping and prepping their gear for the inevitable boarding of the Imperials.

As time passed a loud thud could be heard all around the ship, "We've landed in their hangar." Ausdi whispered to his crew as he pulled both of his DE-10 blasters out of their holsters and aimed it at the boarding ramp of the Albaze. The anticipation was unbearable to one of the crew members who couldn't stop shaking, "Calm down." ordered Ausdi as he aimed his two DE-10 blasters back at the boarding ramp, awaiting the for the imperial assault to come. Two members of his crew were armed with DLT-19 heavy blaster rifles while the third one was armed with a modified E-11 blaster rifle, all of the were decorated in the same Mandalorian armor, but others had stronger wills than other.

[Junkyland]

Darkstar, Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

Once Drogat made it up the access ramp, he sniffed the air inside of the Darkstar. It had a stale feeling to it, but it was an improvement compared to outside. Dandon must had hurried to the cockpit, since he was out of view almost immediately after he left. This was not a problem, though, since Drogat knew his way around an YT-2400. After so many years of travelling from planet to planet, there tends to not be very many unfamiliar ship models. So, without wasting any more time, Drogat hurried to the cockpit and found Dandon and his copilot; a tall and muscular Zabrak by the name of Zanch. The Zabrak was busy fiddling with the controls when suddenly the Darkstar came to life and began to hover off of the ground.

Dandon: Let’s get a move on, Zanch. In and out; it’s an easy trip.

The copilot just nodded in agreement, but his focus never left the controls. From what little Drogat has observed of Zanch, he was quite impressed by his overall presence. Dandon looked back at Drogat, who was calmly studying his surroundings.

Dandon: Down the hall are three spare cabins if you need them, take your pick.

Drogat: That will not be needed. This should be a very short voyage, am I correct?

Dandon: Well, alright. I suggest you head on down to the galley then. I will be there shortly to discuss your payment.

Drogat: I will have everything ready before you arrive.

The Ryn said this last sentence with a smile while standing up. Drogat could sense that he was not welcomed in the cockpit, so it was best to just stay out of sight for the rest of the trip. As he made his way down the corridor of the Darkstar, Drogat noticed not only the rust spots everywhere, but several components on the wall that were either damaged or outdated. It was a little unsettling being on a ship in such a condition, but this was not the first time it had happened.

As soon as Drogat reached the galley and took a seat, the ship lurched forward slightly. He had to use his walking stick to help his balance, but it quickly went back to normal. The Darkstar was now in hyperspace, and it was only a matter of time.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

Licom followed up on her flicker of confusion, now matter how brief, by reigniting a single blade and charging through the dissipating hologram, lightsaber held high and moving down with a barrage of strikes typical of the Juyo form. Though being a droid left Licom unable to properly channel the force for this intense form, it could make up for this deficiency slightly by being fast, accurate and strong in and of itself.

[Iander]

Blocking Licom's strikes with only little trouble, Niphilliak finally found her footing and struck back using a blend of Makashi and Soresu, creating a very defensive technique relying on the aggresiveness of her enemy to destroy him, deflecting swiftly and attacking even faster.

Hangar Z-11
A platoon of 36 stormtroopers were readying to storm the ship that had been identified as the Ablaze, a known smuggler's vessel and rumored to be the ship of the freelance mercenary and wanted criminal Ausdi Cahel. The stormtroopers had their weapons set to stun and several smoke grenades were readied for the possible upcoming battle, as a Lieutenant made a last call for diplomacy.

"Ausdi Cahel, you are wanted for crimes commited against the great Lord Bogan's Galactic Sith Empire. Come up with your hands up or face extermination!" the Lieutenant threatened.

[Treko]

Blocking Licom's strikes with only little trouble, Niphilliak finally found her footing and struck back using a blend of Makashi and Soresu, creating a very defensive technique relying on the aggresiveness of her enemy to destroy him, deflecting swiftly and attacking even faster.

Hangar Z-11
A platoon of 36 stormtroopers were readying to storm the ship that had been identified as the Ablaze, a known smuggler's vessel and rumored to be the ship of the freelance mercenary and wanted criminal Ausdi Cahel. The stormtroopers had their weapons set to stun and several smoke grenades were readied for the possible upcoming battle, as a Lieutenant made a last call for diplomacy.

"Ausdi Cahel, you are wanted for crimes commited against the great Lord Bogan's Galactic Sith Empire. Come up with your hands up or face extermination!" the Lieutenant threatened.

Hangar Z-11

"Oh, lovely. They give us an option to get blasted here or get blasted later." Ausdi said aloud to his crew who began to laugh at the cynical joke, as he though of a plan to get out of this situation, Ausdi had a smile on his face. With an energetic feel of power within his body, Ausdi ran back over to the armory where he opened a ammo container, he searched through the ammo until he found a couple of stun grenades and a class-A thermal detonators. After gathering the grenades, Ausdi passed them around to his crew who gripped their new found weaponry tightly, "I've to a conclusion, Officer. I rather stay aboard my lovely freighter." shouted Ausdi as he armed a stun grenade.

With a tight grip on the stun grenade, Ausdi lowered the boarding ramp and threw a couple stun grenades towards the platoon of stormtroopers followed up by a thermal detonator. As heard the stun grenades and thermal detonator go off, Ausdi activated his JT-12 jetpack and launched out of his ship with his crew of Mandalorians quickly following behind. With his two DE-10 blasters in hand, Ausdi began to fire rapidly at the platoon of stormtroopers while managing to avoid the stormtroopers "impeccable aim," while Ausdi took the fight to the stormtroopers his crew began dropping the rest of thermal and stun grenades onto the stormtroopers before firing on them.

[Iander]

The stormtroopers were taken by surprise as the mad bounty hunter attacked them, and orders were immediately given to switch the blasters to lethal and to shoot to kill. Panicking, the Lieutenant made some distance and called Colonel Sarnech over his communcation device.

"Sir, they're attacking, we're losing men" the young Lieutenant told his suprerior.
"Well, how bad can it be?" Sarnech responded, annoyed that the operation hadn't gone as smoothly as he had hoped.
"It's a bounty hunter, sir, and a damn good one too!" the Lieutenant said as he took a shot with his E-11. "I doubt we'll hold much longer!" he continued.

Sarnech sighed. "And all I wanted was a break.." he thought to himself and replied the Lieutenant: "Offer them a cease fire, and bring them to me."

With most of the stormtroopers now dead, the young Lieutenant threw down his gun. "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" he begged them. "My superior wishes to speak to you!" he finished.