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

[Zions Rebel Court]

Bogan was breathing heavily, still infuriated with his apprentice. He inhaled, and held it in, letting his fury feed his power, storing it away for when he would next meet Niphiliak. He gripped the arm rests of his throne, shutting his eyes tight. Bogan had not released the dark energy that flowed through him in many weeks, and he could feel it eating away at him. The dark side was a powerful weapon, but if it was not unleashed, it would destroy its wielder from the inside out. To anyone else, his pain would be unbearable, possibly even fatal, but he shrugged it off, as only Bogan could. Just as he subdued his pain, Bogan was alerted that his droid, Licom, had requested to see him. The dark lord breathed a sigh of relief. He sent word to his guards to allow Licom to come up to his observation deck. Licom was programmed to train Sith, and though he wouldn't waste it all on the droid, Bogan could now release some of dark power that tore away at him.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

as the Vengeance drifted in orbit around Bastion Licom made his way to the observation deck and hit the opening button for the door. The darkly robed figure slowly approached the throne, the light from Bastions sun glinting of the lightsaber at it's waist. Slowly Licom kneeled, before looking up at it's master.
"Master, it is good to see you again."

[Junkyland]

Darkstar, Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

Drogat: You are aware of my journey, are you not?

The old Ryn starred intensely at Zanch to study him. Though he may be familiar with the journey, it was still not certain if he was here to help, or sabotage. If most of the creatures in the Galaxy knew what Drogat was doing, and believed he was not just crazy, then they would be out to accomplish the same task for themselves. Whether this was for greed, power, or to seek knowledge, one could not be sure. The bounty hunter Drogat had seen leaving the Star Destroyer was proof of this. However, Zanch seemed to react differently to this then Drogat had previously expected. In fact, as he studied the Zabrak, he noticed a very familiar look. It was the look Drogat had given his adoptive father and savior, Malenya. The look symbolized the thirst for not just knowledge, but for wisdom also. He could see glimpses of himself in Zanch, which was a subtle reminder that there was still hope for this Galaxy.

Zanch: I am, and I seek permission to join you.

Drogat: May I ask how you know about this?

Zanch: I can not divulge that information at this time.

The Zabrak’s real intentions may never even be explained, but one thing was for certain; he meant no harm. Though he did not speak of this, Drogat was certain that Zanch was in search of the wisdom that he was searching for himself. Also, the Ryn could use help with this journey. Drogat was low on funds, had no transportation, and was in danger that could exceed his defensive capabilities. Together they were safe and the Galaxy was theirs to explore.

Drogat: Very well, I give you permission.

Zanch continued to stand in the doorway, but a smile of gratitude came over his face. It appeared slightly devilish at first, but Drogat knew this was just how Zabrak’s smiled; they were incapable of smiling any other way. Zanch then nodded towards Drogat in a most respectful fashion and began to head towards the cockpit.

[Iander]

Niphilliak had chosen Anchorhead for several reasons. For one, it was far away from her master, who would surely kill Niphiliak if he learned of her plans with the Ghul-Ras Holocron. She wasn't sure if it truly was worth the risk she was running in order to obtain it. Nor was she really sure what it did. But other Holocrons of the time told of the secrets hidden within this very one, and she had finally found it - in the very tomb of it's creator, right next to his sarcophagus. Niphilliak had reached a shop that sold spaceships and parts for the former. Although her back pained her still, she was always on the lookout for a unique ship to add to her already impressive collection of ships. Still somewhat limping, she entered the shop and asked to see the collection. "Right this way" the Twi'lek shopowner said as he gestured towards a door in the far end of the room.

As she entered the open-topped yard with tall walls surrounding it, she walked around, slowly. Her back was killing her and her leg limping behind her, but she was determined to find something. A bigger blaster cannon, an experimental fighter, virtually anything that could be of use to her. She was very dissapointed, however, to discover little more than parts for civilian ships and severely out-dated speeders. "What a waste of time.." she thought to herself as she left the Twi'lek's shop, heading further into Anchorhead.

[Junkyland]

Darkstar, Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

Once Zanch’s footsteps ceased, signaling he had reached the cockpit, Drogat began to ponder the conversation he just had. Putting the journey aside, having a companion could prove to be the right move. Drogat recalled Malenya saying that one mind can study the Galaxy, but two minds can change it. If Zanch was as eager to learn as Drogat believes he is, then this could be the start of something great. After several minutes, the pilot finally came back to Drogat’s cabin and leaned against the doorway. Black grease covered his forehead and he was still sweating from the hyperspace trouble.

Dandon: Sorry about the wait, she seems to be falling apart suddenly.

Drogat smirked to himself at the thought of the pilot thinking this had happened over night. From what he could see in the engine room and the overall appearance, this ship has been suffering from lack of maintenance for quite some time.

Dandon: Well, anyways, I’m guessing you want your credits back.

With Zanch wishing to join Drogat in his journey, it was essential to use the Darkstar as the transportation to the next planet. However, the ship was in no condition to make any hyperspace jumps in the near future. Drogat stroked his beard as he began to consider all of his options.

Drogat: That may not be necessary, Captain. May I ask you how long it will take to repair the stabilizer on your freighter?

Dandon: Hmmm . . . Once we get the parts, I would be simple to install. But that’s not the problem, it’s the credits.

Drogat: What do you believe the cost will amount to?

Dandon: Ummm . . . Most likely 5500 credits to get one that will last.

Drogat: Do you have sufficient funds for this?

Dandon: With our spare credits combined with your payment, we might have about enough.

Drogat: Very well then, I will allow you to keep my credits in your possession in exchange for continued travel on your vessel once it is fixed.

[Zions Rebel Court]

Bogan nodded, still not looking at the droid. "Licom, activate training sequence 42b. Skill level: 5." This was Licom's force training sequence. Bogan had no need to practice his lightsaber combat, he just needed release. As Bogan turned, he sent small charges of force lightning through his body, the energy and slight sting strengthened him, and prepared him for his bout with the droid, that he would surely win. Shrugging off his cloak, followed by his armor, Bogan was left with only his trousers and tunic. He stared down the droid, his yellow eyes glowing with passion and hate, and took his stance. "Begin!"

[Carcharhinidae primari]

A part of Licom wanted to protest, as the droid had actually come over for a completely different purpose. His misgivings were overridden by the controls circuits hardwired into his processors; Acting almost like a subconcious the circuitry shut down Licom's holographical disguise and routed as much energy as possible to the repulsor and electrical emitters. Right as Darth Bogan started the session another circuit cut in, but this one was more devious; A legacy of Licom's original designer, it applied a random influence to a training session.
Sequence 42b, overidden. 42a enacted. level 7.

Licom began with a wide, sweeping pull from the repulsors, creating a wave-like effect around leg-height in an attempt to unbalance it's opponent.

[Zions Rebel Court]

The sheer intensity of Licom's initial attack caught Bogan completely off guard. Fractions of a second before he would've been blasted into the window, Bogan managed to leap over the wave, and landed several meters behind Licom. Before the droid could to react to Bogan's evasion, he used his force speed to launch himself at the droid, and projected a flurry of force lightning at it.

[Carcharhinidae primari]

With the lightning striking sparks on the various parts still exposed on it's back Licom began a risky move, flinging itself into the air with it's own repulsors in a attempt to let the sith lord charge on through below it, but it was a more controlled maneuver then it would appear, and would finish with the droid landing in a burst of lightning if Bogan would continue as expected.

[AETEN II]

Hoth Asteroid Field
CR90 Corvette Imperator's Meeting Room

An ectrostaff was ignited and slammed into the floor at the head of the triangular table by a droid of obvious age that stemmed from his clothing. Besides the cape, it bore resemblence to what one would wear on Tatooine to survive a sandstorm, thick dusted robes and torn farbric that was tied around his head and only exposed his red photoreceptors, giving the droid and even more menacing appearance. However, he did not intend to intimidate. Those that gathered at the table were all bloodthirsty psychopathic assassin droids whose brutality in combat would make an ARC trooper blush. Scanning all those before him, the old Magnaguard then took a seat and spoke.
"Now commences the three-hundred-and-second tri-annual meeting of our collective. Ei-Gee-Eighty-Six-Forty-Four, how has your progress with your current contract with the Empire progressed?" The leader asked of a flickering hologram of an IG-86 assassin droid in the middle of the table, arms folded and various gears clicking as it created a response.

"Near perfection Ei-Gee-One-Hundred-Seven-Hundred-Seventy-Seven, the Jedi that the contract was for is dead- 'Master Zypher' is incapable of protecting his covenant of Jedi on Taris in death. I have received five-thousand Imperial Credits as payment, as the Empire is now capable of sweeping through the previously safe, safe haven for Jedi and Force Sensitives that Zypher protected and hid with his life. As such, we have had a fair monetary gain and gain in favor of the Empire. I shall now head to our scheduled rendezvous point on time. That is all" Now finished, the assassin droid promptly ended the discussion and headed back to its ship, after of course it ensured that the Imperial Ensign who had handled his transaction relayed their droid's collective planned holonet number changes for the next galactic week.

"With Ei-Gee-Eighty-Six-Forty-Four's contract complete we shall now enter our next message of discussion- further introduction to the Empire. With the obvious fact that his current incarnation of the Galactic Empire is stable and shall remain in place for several decades, it in our best interests that we increase the number of contracts we complete for them and improve our image. One, we must quickly purge all memories of our less desirable missions from the knowledge of the Galactic Empire. Two, we must attempt to take every single logical contract and successfully complete it. Nothing statistically unlikely of being completed, but nothing statistically easy. We must appear to be both successful, and successful at contracts that have a fair margin of failure. This will ensure that the organics view us as reliable, and thus hire us more often. Three, advertise our alliance with the Sith, and no longer take any contracts from the Alliance. We must publicly ally ourselves with the Empire and their cause, as well as make additional credits by selling information we have on any Jedi, Force Sensitives, or rebellious sects that we have gained over our decades of operation. As we had to do with the first Galactic Empire however, ensure that we still retain the ability to backpedal without drawing attention. We do not want any future regimes that seize power and hire us to believe us loyal to the organization that they overthrew. I will be meeting with an Imperial Agent at Coruscant today to exercise a favor and further spread our name across Imperial Hierarchy. Once that is done, you are all free to start taking as many good contracts that you can get from the Empire. That is all."

[Junkyland]

Darkstar, Lumchugger’s Hub, Bescane

Though his travels had been put on hold for longer than he had expected, Drogat was very pleased that the Darkstar was finally fixed and ready for departure. It would only take several more minutes for Zanch to finish installing the stabilizer, so the Old Ryn and the pilot began to prepare the freighter for launch. Dandon was sitting at the main controls while Drogat busied himself with one of the side panels in the cockpit. He was checking the status of the shields, since it was safe to assume that they too were not up to code like the rest of the ship. Drogat did this quietly and tried to not attract any attention from the pilot. By checking the shields, it was possible that Dandon could assume that he was expecting a firefight in the future. Though this was true, Drogat did not want to alarm the pilot.

Since Drogat had the discussion with Zanch in the cabin, a friendship began to grow between the two of them. Though this could possibly be a temporary partnership, the Ryn believed that this was the start of something great. In any spare time that they had while repairing the ship, both of the creatures would share their knowledge of the known Galaxy. Zanch was very young and lacked the experience that Drogat processed, but he was more than eager to learn. One could sense that both of them respected each other greatly. However, though Drogat and Zanch were bonding during this short period of time, both believed it was the right move to leave Dandon out of their journey for the time being. Their travels could become very dangerous, and the less Dandon was involved, the safer he would be.

Once Dandon was done fiddling with the controls, he stretched his arms and leaned back to look at Drogat.

Dandon: Well, she’s ready for departure. Now, can you just give me the hyperspace coordinates already?

Dandon grinned because Drogat said he would not divulge the coordinates until it was time. Though he tried to get them often, the old Ryn continued to be secretive. Drogat did not break his concentration while checking the shields when he answered.

Drogat: Tatoonie.

Dandon: Tatoonie, really? I was afraid you wanted to go somewhere more dangerous since Bastion.

Drogat: No, no. I do not seek danger, only knowledge.

Dandon: Well, whatever you say.

The pilot began to enter the hyperspace coordinates as Zanch entered the cockpit. He looked over to Drogat nonchalantly and nodded. Their plan was ready to be put into motion; it was only a matter of time now.