Star Wars Jedi Purge RP ( Redux )

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Drugg had been walking for about 2 hours and Mos Eisley was barely able to be seen in the distance. "Few hours" Shasta said while looking straight ahead. He then noticed some things in an... armor with what looked a human gun. Guns weren't too common in his village but a few of the warriors had them though these looked different. He took his staff off his back and held it in his hand. His mother and him had found it in a human flying thing. It was mostly empty and only human metals were scavenged but his mother had gave him the staff which she said was an extremely rare human metal. However he didn't know it was Beskar or Mandalorian iron...

"Well, alright." She responded to his mention of a few hours away. She was a bit uneasy still, though she hoped that the stormtroopers would just pass without raising a fuss with her. Though they began to approach them, their white armor shining the suns off of them in blinding fury. Their black rifles were out, though they didn't appear to be ready to use them. Though they may just be trying to look like that, just in order to disarm any suspicions they have.

They pulled up by the bantha, that Shasta named Drugg, and one waved their free hand at Keya. There was about five of them in total, all armed like typical soldiers. One thing she was wondering was why they were out in the desert on foot, it was very strange. "Citizen, you must identify yourself!" Said the one that waved them off. Though it was strange, they likely had a reason for doing so. She turned to Shasta to see how he would react, but some him holding a staff of some sort. She hoped he didn't plan on something that might get them into trouble.

Shasta turned to the men confused. He noticed the green human was uneasy. He hopped off Drugg and told him in sand person to stay. He then said to the men "Citizen? What is a citizen"? He held his staff close to him in a ready position. The mens' armor was all the same which disturbed him. Every single person in his village had customized clothing and other stuff even if only slightly. His skin began to get prickly feeling as fear started to arise in him.

[The Untied Federation of Russia]

A man walks up to Rex.

"I heard you are bounty Hunter." The man said.

"Yes, I am." Rex said.

"I have a job for you." The man said.

"What is it?" Rex asked.

"I want you to kill this man." The man said showing Rex a holopad of of the Wanted man.

"Were is he?" Rex asked.

"He and his Bandit gang have a village it's 23 miles from here." The Man.

"How much will i get paid?" Rex asked.

"10,000 credits." The Man said.

10,000 Credits?! Rex Thought.

I should do this job.

"Okay i will go and kill him.

"Good." The man said.

"I hope he dies a painful death." After he said that he walked away.

[Sulania]

"Well, alright." She responded to his mention of a few hours away. She was a bit uneasy still, though she hoped that the stormtroopers would just pass without raising a fuss with her. Though they began to approach them, their white armor shining the suns off of them in blinding fury. Their black rifles were out, though they didn't appear to be ready to use them. Though they may just be trying to look like that, just in order to disarm any suspicions they have.

They pulled up by the bantha, that Shasta named Drugg, and one waved their free hand at Keya. There was about five of them in total, all armed like typical soldiers. One thing she was wondering was why they were out in the desert on foot, it was very strange. "Citizen, you must identify yourself!" Said the one that waved them off. Though it was strange, they likely had a reason for doing so. She turned to Shasta to see how he would react, but some him holding a staff of some sort. She hoped he didn't plan on something that might get them into trouble.

Shasta turned to the men confused. He noticed the green human was uneasy. He hopped off Drugg and told him in sand person to stay. He then said to the men "Citizen? What is a citizen"? He held his staff close to him in a ready position. The mens' armor was all the same which disturbed him. Every single person in his village had customized clothing and other stuff even if only slightly. His skin began to get prickly feeling as fear started to arise in him.

Keya watched as Shasta confronted the Stormtroopers, not knowing what the word citizen meant... Which greatly confused her further, but he was raised by Sand People so it shouldn't really be surprising that he doesn't know what a citizen is. Well, either way, she needed to intervene in order to get out of the situation. She hopped down from the big Bantha and felt as her boots hit the sand of the wastes of Tatooine, the heat emanating through the soles of them and reaching her feet.

She turned to face the stormtroopers, pushing herself in front of Shasta in order to better view the Stormtroopers. "What this fine young man means to say is, sir, is that we are on simply on our way to Mos Eisley spaceport." She said, attempting to set the tension at ease. "This young man is just trying to get to Mos Eisley, and I'm accompanying him for protection. We aren't doing anything illegal, I assure you. Isn't that right, my dear boy?"

[Bearon]

Tython
With keen eyesight, Vikan scanned the dilapidated ruins of the Ancient Jedi Temple. The place could have passed as a little slice of Raxus Prime or Ord Mantell, but still bore some obvious signs of the order. Vikan swiftly spotted some old insignia of the high council, and while his gut told him it was a bad idea, the place had a certain allure to all Jedi, a calling, to see the ancient walls of the most venerable Masters. It had been abandoned for thousands of years, and yet, it could still have felt like home to many Jedi, it could have been the home of many Jedi.

"It could still be the home of many Jedi..." Vikan thought, and idea swelling in his mind.

There was a crunch, as some unknown best marched through the forest. Grunting, the Zabrak walked from the undergrowth and began to enter the great building. The vaulted halls were more or less intact, with only chunks of roof missing, and a great number of plants slowly invading. Vikan found the place fascinating, he had heard stories of the wonders of Tython, but the pure energy that flowed through this place was astounding.

Vikan journeyed through the building, eventually coming to what was once the High Council Chamber. Chairs lay dusty and moldy in their places, as they stood in Tythons Prime. He turned back down, before finding a small tunnel, blasted into the rock.

"Catacombs," Vikan thought, igniting his emerald green Lightsaber to shine the way, as he journeyed down into their depths and secrets.

Making his way down the long winding pathway that led to the temple catacombs Aaron was assaulted by memories of his time spent here in the past with his master. An image of him when he had been 10 years old and his master giving him a piggy back ride down the ruins of the temples ancient catacombs appeared in his mind. That was the day he and his master had arrived on Typhon after nearly a year of being stuck in a compact Republic transport. His masters clone commander had been as serious as ever setting up a perimeter around the catacombs and clearing it out of any dangerous animals. The clone had been named Shanks and after Aaron had toured the ancient Jedi ruins whilst on the shoulders of his master he had played with Shanks and the other clones. Over the years as he and his master studied the ancient ruins and gathered ancient Jedi artifacts the clones had become like family. Until the day they had betrayed him a his master.

Aaron could remember it with perfect clarity. He had turned 13 recently and his master had decided to show him a special Jedi tome he had uncovered. Aaron had gone to the ship to transmit the data from the tome to the council and when he had returned Shanks and two other clones were standing behind his master and had pulled out their guns. Aaron had cried out and tried to knock the guns out of the clones hands but by the time his master turned around it was too late and he lay dead on the floor the clones merciless gaze switching from the now dead master to Aaron frozen in shock and horror. "No..." Aaron cried as he crumbled to his knees "No... Master..." The clones turned their guns to the hysterical Padawan ready to gun down the child they had helped raise without mercy. Grey screamed out in a cry of pure anger and loss collapsing the ceiling of the catacombs and burying the clones in a pile of rubble and debris as he cradled his masters body.

Aaron was awakened from his reverie as he felt the presence of another force sensitive approaching his location "What the kriff?" Vale thought to himself as he concealed his force presence and turned off his glow rod. "He must have made his way into the temple while I was in my trance." Aaron thought to himself as he crouched in a corner and awaited the strangers arrival. The approaching figure seemed to have no malicious intent though Aaron did sense darkness as if the being was conflicted. Whatever the being's intent he was approaching fast and would arrive in less then a standard minute. Deciding that standing around would be his death if the being was a threat Aaron unlit his Lightsaber and swung as the figure rounded the corner.

[Great Franconia and Verana]

Tython
Vikan grunted as he slid under the buzzing lightsaber, the smell of burning hair telling him that the blade was much too close for comfort. Vikan had sensed the boy, had sensed another in tune with the force, even with all the energy that swirled around him. But, he had not expected this.

Vikan span to face his attacker, emerald Sabre held high. A young boy, no older than 16 stood before him. The Zabrak lowered his blade, raising en eyebrow.
"A boy," he grinned, deactivating his saber.

"It is not wise for your to blindly attack strangers. You never know how fast they could be. Your swing left your guard open, I could have killed you had I wished."
Vikan pointed at Aaron.
"Your lucky I dont wish that."

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Shasta turned to the men confused. He noticed the green human was uneasy. He hopped off Drugg and told him in sand person to stay. He then said to the men "Citizen? What is a citizen"? He held his staff close to him in a ready position. The mens' armor was all the same which disturbed him. Every single person in his village had customized clothing and other stuff even if only slightly. His skin began to get prickly feeling as fear started to arise in him.

Keya watched as Shasta confronted the Stormtroopers, not knowing what the word citizen meant... Which greatly confused her further, but he was raised by Sand People so it shouldn't really be surprising that he doesn't know what a citizen is. Well, either way, she needed to intervene in order to get out of the situation. She hopped down from the big Bantha and felt as her boots hit the sand of the wastes of Tatooine, the heat emanating through the soles of them and reaching her feet.

She turned to face the stormtroopers, pushing herself in front of Shasta in order to better view the Stormtroopers. "What this fine young man means to say is, sir, is that we are on simply on our way to Mos Eisley spaceport." She said, attempting to set the tension at ease. "This young man is just trying to get to Mos Eisley, and I'm accompanying him for protection. We aren't doing anything illegal, I assure you. Isn't that right, my dear boy?"

Shasta hears the girl and although not fully understanding a mysterious sixth sense tells him to play along. He moves his staff into a walking staff position and says "Yes". However he still remains a bit fearful so he moves over to Drugg and starts petting him saying in sand person "if I and her get attacked run". The Bantha makes a mooing like sound saying to Shasta "I will". The Bantha then rubs it's face on Shasta in a sign of affection.

[Bearon]

Keya watched as Shasta confronted the Stormtroopers, not knowing what the word citizen meant... Which greatly confused her further, but he was raised by Sand People so it shouldn't really be surprising that he doesn't know what a citizen is. Well, either way, she needed to intervene in order to get out of the situation. She hopped down from the big Bantha and felt as her boots hit the sand of the wastes of Tatooine, the heat emanating through the soles of them and reaching her feet.

She turned to face the stormtroopers, pushing herself in front of Shasta in order to better view the Stormtroopers. "What this fine young man means to say is, sir, is that we are on simply on our way to Mos Eisley spaceport." She said, attempting to set the tension at ease. "This young man is just trying to get to Mos Eisley, and I'm accompanying him for protection. We aren't doing anything illegal, I assure you. Isn't that right, my dear boy?"

Shasta hears the girl and although not fully understanding a mysterious sixth sense tells him to play along. He moves his staff into a walking staff position and says "Yes". However he still remains a bit fearful so he moves over to Drugg and starts petting him saying in sand person "if I and her get attacked run". The Bantha makes a mooing like sound saying to Shasta "I will". The Bantha then rubs it's face on Shasta in a sign of affection.

The clone captain C-1418 looked suspiciously at the girl before moving his eyes to her companion. "Where did you get this bantha? Only Sand People ride these things."

[Sulania]

Shasta hears the girl and although not fully understanding a mysterious sixth sense tells him to play along. He moves his staff into a walking staff position and says "Yes". However he still remains a bit fearful so he moves over to Drugg and starts petting him saying in sand person "if I and her get attacked run". The Bantha makes a mooing like sound saying to Shasta "I will". The Bantha then rubs it's face on Shasta in a sign of affection.

The clone captain C-1418 looked suspiciously at the girl before moving his eyes to her companion. "Where did you get this bantha? Only Sand People ride these things."

Keya looked back at the Bantha named Drugg, and then back to the trooper questioning them. She never liked the outfits, the emotionless cold stare she got back from them always sent chills down her spine, even in the hot desert of Tatooine. There was quite a good bit she didn't like about clones, even back when she was a girl, they really rubbed her the wrong way. She was good at hiding that fear though, as it made them look suspicious if the troopers were to pick up on it.

Now, she had to focus on answering the question she was asked. "Well, the bantha are a little common especially considering that a lot of rogue ones have been seen since people started making raids on Sand People bases. Lots of them tend to get out and are taken by farmers and such for reasons, and this handsome beast just happens to be one of them." She then wet her lips with her tongue, as they were chapped from being in the desert air for so long. "We're riding it because it's probably one of the cheapest modems of travel. It's a lot cheaper than renting one of them speeders, at least in the markets of Mos Espa which is where we're coming from."

[Bearon]

The clone captain C-1418 looked suspiciously at the girl before moving his eyes to her companion. "Where did you get this bantha? Only Sand People ride these things."

Keya looked back at the Bantha named Drugg, and then back to the trooper questioning them. She never liked the outfits, the emotionless cold stare she got back from them always sent chills down her spine, even in the hot desert of Tatooine. There was quite a good bit she didn't like about clones, even back when she was a girl, they really rubbed her the wrong way. She was good at hiding that fear though, as it made them look suspicious if the troopers were to pick up on it.

Now, she had to focus on answering the question she was asked. "Well, the bantha are a little common especially considering that a lot of rogue ones have been seen since people started making raids on Sand People bases. Lots of them tend to get out and are taken by farmers and such for reasons, and this handsome beast just happens to be one of them." She then wet her lips with her tongue, as they were chapped from being in the desert air for so long. "We're riding it because it's probably one of the cheapest modems of travel. It's a lot cheaper than renting one of them speeders, at least in the markets of Mos Espa which is where we're coming from."

The Captain stared at the woman for a moment before saying "Mind if I check your story with the Captain stationed in Mos Espa. As you of course already know all citizens of the Empire are required to sign in when entering Galactic property and sign out before leaving. It'll only take a moment."

[Sulania]

Keya looked back at the Bantha named Drugg, and then back to the trooper questioning them. She never liked the outfits, the emotionless cold stare she got back from them always sent chills down her spine, even in the hot desert of Tatooine. There was quite a good bit she didn't like about clones, even back when she was a girl, they really rubbed her the wrong way. She was good at hiding that fear though, as it made them look suspicious if the troopers were to pick up on it.

Now, she had to focus on answering the question she was asked. "Well, the bantha are a little common especially considering that a lot of rogue ones have been seen since people started making raids on Sand People bases. Lots of them tend to get out and are taken by farmers and such for reasons, and this handsome beast just happens to be one of them." She then wet her lips with her tongue, as they were chapped from being in the desert air for so long. "We're riding it because it's probably one of the cheapest modems of travel. It's a lot cheaper than renting one of them speeders, at least in the markets of Mos Espa which is where we're coming from."

The Captain stared at the woman for a moment before saying "Mind if I check your story with the Captain stationed in Mos Espa. As you of course already know all citizens of the Empire are required to sign in when entering Galactic property and sign out before leaving. It'll only take a moment."

Ah fuck... Keya thought to herself when the trooper said that. Since she herself had been smuggled in to the area, she obviously couldn't have checked in to any sort of thing like that. Maybe she could still go along with it and perhaps there would be some Mirialan that did in fact check in that did match her identity and name. Though heavily unlikely, it was something. Besides, they wouldn't kill her for not checking in to some sort of checking post or anything. Would they? "Umm, sure. I don't remember checking in or anything like that though."

[Bearon]

The Captain stared at the woman for a moment before saying "Mind if I check your story with the Captain stationed in Mos Espa. As you of course already know all citizens of the Empire are required to sign in when entering Galactic property and sign out before leaving. It'll only take a moment."

Ah fuck... Keya thought to herself when the trooper said that. Since she herself had been smuggled in to the area, she obviously couldn't have checked in to any sort of thing like that. Maybe she could still go along with it and perhaps there would be some Mirialan that did in fact check in that did match her identity and name. Though heavily unlikely, it was something. Besides, they wouldn't kill her for not checking in to some sort of checking post or anything. Would they? "Umm, sure. I don't remember checking in or anything like that though."

The Captain's eyes narrowed "The screening is unavoidable. And it is... hard to forget." I'm going to have to run your citizen identification against the galactic database. Your card please." Despite remaining polite the Captain's tone allowed for no opposition and his hand was held deadly still as he awaited the two travelers identification. His right hand lightly thumbed along his F13 blaster as he awaited the woman's response.

[Sulania]

Ah fuck... Keya thought to herself when the trooper said that. Since she herself had been smuggled in to the area, she obviously couldn't have checked in to any sort of thing like that. Maybe she could still go along with it and perhaps there would be some Mirialan that did in fact check in that did match her identity and name. Though heavily unlikely, it was something. Besides, they wouldn't kill her for not checking in to some sort of checking post or anything. Would they? "Umm, sure. I don't remember checking in or anything like that though."

The Captain's eyes narrowed "The screening is unavoidable. And it is... hard to forget." I'm going to have to run your citizen identification against the galactic database. Your card please." Despite remaining polite the Captain's tone allowed for no opposition and his hand was held deadly still as he awaited the two travelers identification. His right hand lightly thumbed along his F13 blaster as he awaited the woman's response.

Oh lovely She again thought to herself when he asked for her card to be identified. Now they were going to figure out who she was, so either she hands the card and faces a possible arrest in the case that they know about her being a smuggler or she goes blasters blasting. Again though, it's not like they were going to summarily execute her on the spot. There was likely going to be an arrest if anything and then imprisonment, which is a lot better and provides more odds for life than firing on a larger group of highly trained troops. So she did as he asked, and handed him her credentials to be IDed. Which was obviously not going to turn out well, but it's a lot better than dying. "There you go." She said to the trooper with a bit of scorn.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Shasta starts sensing that there might be some hostility so he slightly moves his staff to a more ready but still looking like a walking position. He takes a small capsule he scavenged out of a holding thing in his clothing and opens it. Inside is a small amount of water. Drugg could go a day or two from now without water but he couldn't so he drinks the water left in there and puts it back in his clothing. He then pets Drugg some more on his back.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Over Tatooine

It is said that, in space, no-one can hear you scream. The void, emptiness of space barred any sound from passing to the inner ear, as was intended with sound. Indeed, in orbit around Tatooine, no-one could hear you scream. You could, however, hear the universe gasp for breath when a new player entered the stage, a player that would shape and alter the course of the Jedi Purge, and shift the chances of victory towards the newly formed empire. Silently, like everything outside an atmosphere, but more threatening because of it, a Venator-class battle ship slipped into orbit over the desert planet. Her markings were black and white where once the proud red and yellow of the Republic had adorned it. If ever there was a sure sign the Republican days were over, it was this battleship. All the air of liberation and freedom, the hue of democracy and liberty that had always shone from such a battleship had disappeared, replaced by oppression, suppression and fear. It was a sign of what was still to come.

After a short while, the hangar bay on top of the ship began to open. The strip of black metal opened to both sides, revealing a narrow slit along the length of the battleship. Immediately, two ships shot out of the hangar bay, into the empty darkness of space. They headed straight for the planet, without delay. These were LAAT/i gunships, Low Altitude Assault Transports, two of them, with the same black and white markings as the battleship that had carried them. Their distinct engine roar heard from the inside, they sped undetected into the atmosphere of their target planet. Inside the one going ahead, the colonel of the group and captain of the battleship, Jaral Vastra, briefed the two gunships one more time over their objective. He was plainly dressed, like a well-to-citizen of the empire. This civilian dress was another part of the strategy. Precision and knowledge of the plan were key to success in these kinds of missions. Normally, the empire would barge in, destroy a few cities, execute suspected rebels before leaving behind a garrison to administer. Those were normal imperial tactics. Here, however, with the secret nature of this group pf stormtroopers, that would not work.

“Alright, last briefing. Everyone, listen up! General Skywalker… I mean, Darth Vader, has issued us with precise orders regarding this planet. This is the suspected hiding place of an old Jedi master by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Because of the history of the planet, many of Vader’s enemies might be driven here, something that is of key interest to us. The LAAT/i’s will drop us off outside the city of Mos Eisley, here.”

He pointed out the location of the city on a hologram of the planet. It was directly below them, closing in fast.

“There, you will stay hidden, just in range for a quick reaction. I will move into the city to acquire information, maybe to get some bounty hunters interested in general Kenobi. If I find enough information, or if I come across some vital interest myself, I’ll call in the gunships, and we’ll have ourselves a bureaucrat cookout. How’s that for an afternoon?”

Laughingly, but serious in their response, the stormtroopers answered with a “For the empire!” before dropping silent. The gunships had dropped to almost surface level, and where now speeding across the empty desert. The side-doors opened, revealing the desolate, dusty ground beneath them. This planet was almost devoid of water, which was so plainly obvious it wasn’t even fun anymore. Every kilometre or so, a moisture farm sprung from the ground, all without any action going on around them. Within half an hour, they were on the best possible spot. A few hundred metres outside Mos Eisley, behind a sand dune. No roads were close, and a rock formation provided perfect cover for the black ships. There, they wouldn’t be noticed. Colonel Vastra mounted a speeder bike, one especially customised to look like a civilian speeder, which he used to shoot towards Mos Eisley.

Half an hour later, he found himself in a cantina, the most reliant source of information on any planet such as this. It was a dimly lit place, dust and dirt seemingly oozing from every crack on the hole it could find, the same way criminals and thugs were oozing in from every crack in the universe. Never before, outside of Republican (Now Imperial) detention facilities had he seen so much bounty in one place. It was a miracle these people were not collecting on each other, Jaral thought to himself, while sipping a mysterious brown liquid from a glass. Just as the thought that, an overgrown lizard who had been talking to a Mandalorian drew forth a crude vibroblade which the continued to plant in the leg of the aforementioned Mandalorian, taking that particular thought out of the mind of the Imperial colonel. It was rumoured that Jaba had a taste for Imperial officers, something that made Jaral very glad that he was in civilian clothing.

After a while, he got into a conversation with a Bith, who had just before been ungraciously turned down by a weirdly-pleasant looking girl sitting at the bar. Jaral had only noticed her once before, while she was ordering her drink to go just a minute ago. The conversation with the Bith went quite well, Jaral was finally getting the idea he was getting somewhere. The introduction was quite straight forward.

“Let’s talk business” Jaral would say, to initiate a conversation.

“I’m looking for especially talented young fighters. I have a grudge with a certain Imperial Captain, and I need a certain kind of fighter to help me give him his due.”

The part about having a grudge with an Imperial Captain was quite true. Him and Tarkin had never really gotten along.

“I’m looking for former Jedi. Force-sensitive fighters. Laser-sword wielders. The more the better. I need them fast, because the Emperor has placed a big bounty on any Jedi still alive.”

With that last sentence, he sowed a few extra seeds of destruction for the Jedi order. The rumour about the bounty would travel far and fast throughout the bounty-hunting circles. There would be nowhere to run for the old traitors of the galaxy. The Bith, still a bit distraught at his failed attempt with the fair lady at the bar, was quick to respond. He seemed very, very certain, something one should always look out for when gathering information. Really sure people usually have some goal to achieve.

“Yeah, that bitch that just walked out of the cantina. Her punch was way too hard for any normal Twi’lek to give. Must be something behind it, I’m sure. Don’t give her too easy a time, if you find her.”

The Bith took another large gulp from the brown liquid. At that moment, Jaral could’ve sworn he heard something fizzle in the Bith’s throat.

“If she isn’t a Jedi, please to me a favour and dispatch of her.”

Jaral wasn’t too sure what to do with this information. Of course, it was clearly a kind of ruse. This barbarian just wanted to have revenge for his rejection, and he thought the man in front of him was the perfect opportunity for that. Jaral would have dismissed the calim entirely, if it wasn’t for the strange look the woman had. He’d only seen her once, but there was something in her eyes. Indeed, Twi’lek women were not known to hit a hard punch, and the only real fighters of that race were part of the Jedi order. Had been part of the Jedi order.

“I’ll look into it. Anything more?”

To that, the Bith answered negatively. Jaral thanked for the info, left a few credits for the trouble, and then left the cantina, stepping over an either unconscious or dead Rodian with a swollen face lying on the floor. Soon after leaving the cantina, he caught the Twi’lek woman again. He grabbed his communicator, and signalled the captain he’d placed in charge of the two gunships.

“X-4567 Y, this is colonel Vastra. Prepare your men for action, I might have acquired a target. I need you to react within a minute.”

“As you wish, colonel” was the immediate answer.

Luckily for him, the woman halted by a market stall, where all kinds of meats were being sold. She seemed a bit off-world, not entire focussed on the task at hand. She looked like someone with distant memories and a broken past, something that was always interesting. If she wasn’t a Jedi, she might have been useful as an informant of some sort, or an agent for his cause. Jaral stood beside the woman, pretending to look for some kind of special meat between the skinned womp rats and banta testicles. He already knew a perfect beginning for a conversation.

“It’s a scam, really. All these meats have become so much more expensive since the Empire. I bleed my company dry to pay all these taxes those white-masked spectres ask of me, and even then it’s not enough! I barely keep enough money for myself to buy banta meat once a week. It’s no living for a moisture farmer anymore. Wouldn’t you agree?”

[Great Franconia and Verana]

Mos Eisley

"“It’s a scam, really. All these meats have become so much more expensive since the Empire. I bleed my company dry to pay all these taxes those white-masked spectres ask of me, and even then it’s not enough! I barely keep enough money for myself to buy banta meat once a week. It’s no living for a moisture farmer anymore. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A voice shook Eris from her reverie, causing her to nearly drop the broiled womp rat back into the stall. She turned to face the man. The force twinged about her, sensing danger.

"Yes you're right."

Eris eyed the man placing her purchase back down onto the counter. Her years in the Republic's intelligence corps had given her an expert eye when it came to taking the measure of a man. The stranger was clearly aristocratic, his bearing giving away a ram-rod straight posture despite his ragged clothing. He was clean shaven, and had a presence about him, a feeling of authority and power.
"More to this man than meets the eye," Eris thought. "But then again, half the people in Mos Eisley have a dark past, or secrets they must keep. Its probably nothing"

"The Empire's new taxes have driven most of the people into poverty, if they were not there already," Eris said to the stranger. "Its quite saddening really, I buy anything anymore without the empire reaching into my pockets."

She handed over another credit from the merchant and received a jar of unknown contents, but the liquid within was a sickly green. She picked up her broiled womp rat and turned to leave. She could still sense the danger, the force rippling around the man like water. She could tell he wanted something...

"Enjoy the fleecing," she said to the stranger, "Its how things go around here."
She began to walk away, back to the tightly backed huts of the slum district, where she now made her abode.

She threw a look over her shoulder. The man was still looking at her, even as she began to morph into the crowd.
He unsettled her, as a hunter unsettled his prey. She felt her robes, sliding her fingers down a long, metal hilt. Her saber was still there, as was her wallet.

"He was no pickpocket," she thought, as she passed a line of beggars in a dark alley. She continued down the street, thinking of her encounter in the market...

[The Untied Federation of Russia]

After Rex talked to the man he left the small town and went out to the Desert.

"Okay time to find that guy." Rex said walking through the hot sand.

Rex sighs.

"Once i get the Credits i'm getting out of this hell hold."

[Great Franconia and Verana]

Coruscant
"Watch your flank," a stromtrooper cried over the comm system.
"She is too fast," cried another.
"Fire, bring her down, bring her down," yet another said, clearly terrified.

Commander Tona sat uncomfortably in his chair, listening to the chatter from the relative safety of the landing craft. He was staring at the consoles, as one by one his strike force was decapitated, sliced in two or otherwise killed. His team was being slaughtered, by a foe Tona could not see. He had been patched in to the slums security cameras, yet, even has he poured over the monitors, he could never see the assailant, just the result of her handiwork, be it a sizzling gash along the chest, or a hole burned right through the troopers abdomen. And yet, Tona sat, staring, unable to move, unable to think of what to do.

The Commander turned to his two guards, also staring at the live footage.

"How hard can it be for one Jedi to just die?" he raged, staring at the screen. "How many troopers left?"

"3," a hard said. "No sorry, now two. Make that one sir. Or maybe, none sir."

Tona span to the trooper. "This one woman killed my entire platoon!?"

"Yes sir."

The other soldier pointed at the screen. "Commander!"

In one if the boxes, a black and white figure marked onto the screen, surrounded by dead stormtroopers. The woman was cloaked, but her long lekku, and pointed hood made it clear. She was a Togrutan.
The woman paused in the centre of the frame, and looked at the camera. With a flick, a small metal object was in her hand, and a brilliant sapphire blade had sprung forth. She smiled under her hood, and threw the blade.

The screen was replaced with static.

"Trooper," Tona said, fear seeping into his voice. "What sector was that?"

"001 Commander. She is on her way."

As he finished the sentence, a long blue beam of light suddenly pierced the landing crafts hull, sticking right into the soldiers head. His helmet was no match for the saber, and he fell, his Armour crumpling as he fell onto the deck.

The blade made a swift circle, melted metal marking its path. The circle was complete in seconds, and with an unknown power, was torn off the roof of the vessel. A red hand reached into the ship, and grabbed the second trooper by the throat. With more force than expected, the slender hand tore him from his seat, and out into the night of Coruscant.

There was quiet.

Tona drew his pistol, and moved closer, edging towards the hole. With a crash, a stormtroopers helmet came clattering down onto the floor, the neck singed and burned. Tona dived back ito the corner of the ship, as the helmet was soon followed by the cloaked woman, who landed like a lithe predator. Tona raised his weapon but it was wrenched from his hands, as if by magic.

The woman lowered her hood, chuckling. She had deep red skin, with large white patches around her eyes. To other men, she may have been a beautiful woman. To Tona, she was a disgusting alien, yet one who clearly had him at her mercy.

"Is this really the best the Emperor could do?" The Togrutan asked, readjusting her gloves. "Pity."

"Please, don't kill me, have mercy."

The woman smiled, and placed a cool hand on Tona's cheek.
"You know nothing of my order if you think I am going to kill you."

Tona gulped, as his vision faded and he lost consciousness.

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Aliya Tiral leaped onto her bed, the metal frame groaning in protest still her actions. She looked about her humble apartment, and smiled. She had sure scared the shit out of that officer.

"He had it coming." She said no nobody. She looked at one of the many statues sitting on her desk. One of them looked in her direction, as if judging her.

"Don't give me that look. He was going to kill me. He would have killed me had the roles been reversed. Plus, I think when the recruits at the Academy find their Commander tied atop the flagpole, with naught but his cap on, they might have a laugh or two."

She held our her lightsaber, the simple hilt belied weeks of construction underneath. She smiled peacefully, and began to meditate, waiting for the new day.

[The Untied Federation of Russia]

~At a hidden bandit camp~

Mary is tied to a chair.

"Let me go!" Mary shouted.

"Or what you can don't do anything without you're lightsaber?" The Bandit leader asked holding Mary's lightsaber.

"Plus we will let you go once we give you to the Empire little Jedi."

"How is the Empire going to find you?" Mary asked.

"I mean you're camp is hidden."

"I will use a beacon." The Bandit leader said pressing a red button on a small device.

"You will pay for this." Mary said.

"Will you just shut up already." The Bandit leader said putting tape over Mary's mouth.

"There that should keep you quite." The Bandit leader said leaving the building with Mary's lightsaber in his hand.

[Sulania]

Shasta starts sensing that there might be some hostility so he slightly moves his staff to a more ready but still looking like a walking position. He takes a small capsule he scavenged out of a holding thing in his clothing and opens it. Inside is a small amount of water. Drugg could go a day or two from now without water but he couldn't so he drinks the water left in there and puts it back in his clothing. He then pets Drugg some more on his back.

The trooper ran the card through the proper channels and found her name on several records, some unsavory records to say the least. He pointed his gun at Keya in a threatening motion, and his fellows did the same. "You're under arrest, ma'am." He said through his emotionless helmet. His black rifle trained on her, ready to fire if she made any sudden movements.

Seeing no real way out of it, she raises her hands in the air in surrender. While being arrested was definitely not her ideal chance at getting to Mos Eisley, it was certainly going to get her there and she might be able to escape while there. Who knows? The arrest might be for her benefit after all, although her name will then have an even worse record than before and adding 'murder' or 'escape from custody' would effectively make her a sought after fugitive as far as the Empire was concerned. Either way, she was stuck. She couldn't get out of her current predicament through violence, and making a move for her gun would get her shot dead before she even reaches it. She was beginning to wish she had a lightsaber like those fancy Jedi her father told her stories about, she heard about how they were able to deflect blaster shots and that would definitely come in handy.

But she didn't, so she prepared herself for arrest.

[Seno Zhou Varada]

Shasta starts sensing that there might be some hostility so he slightly moves his staff to a more ready but still looking like a walking position. He takes a small capsule he scavenged out of a holding thing in his clothing and opens it. Inside is a small amount of water. Drugg could go a day or two from now without water but he couldn't so he drinks the water left in there and puts it back in his clothing. He then pets Drugg some more on his back.

The trooper ran the card through the proper channels and found her name on several records, some unsavory records to say the least. He pointed his gun at Keya in a threatening motion, and his fellows did the same. "You're under arrest, ma'am." He said through his emotionless helmet. His black rifle trained on her, ready to fire if she made any sudden movements.

Seeing no real way out of it, she raises her hands in the air in surrender. While being arrested was definitely not her ideal chance at getting to Mos Eisley, it was certainly going to get her there and she might be able to escape while there. Who knows? The arrest might be for her benefit after all, although her name will then have an even worse record than before and adding 'murder' or 'escape from custody' would effectively make her a sought after fugitive as far as the Empire was concerned. Either way, she was stuck. She couldn't get out of her current predicament through violence, and making a move for her gun would get her shot dead before she even reaches it. She was beginning to wish she had a lightsaber like those fancy Jedi her father told her stories about, she heard about how they were able to deflect blaster shots and that would definitely come in handy.

But she didn't, so she prepared herself for arrest.

Shasta's eyes went wide and his mind went in confusion. The word arrest confused him was it like a kill or take or something. These thoughts went through his head for only half a moment but there were many thoughts all at once with a mysterious tingling. Then he twirled the staff around and hit the trooper's gun without thinking a loud crack of electricity came out electrifying the gun. He didn't even think about it before twirling the Beskar staff and small biof electricity coming out. During this he never thought about it just did. And Drugg like ordered took off to a safe distance thinking crap crap crap...

[The Untied Federation of Russia]

Rex got on top of a hill and looked over the horizon and spotted a little bandit camp.

"Bingo." Rex said to himself and walked towards the camp.

"Stop right there." Two Zabrak bandit's said.

"What did i do?" Rex asked.

"Stop playing games you are traspassing our camp." One Zabrak said.

"Really?" Rex asked.

"Well i'm sorry but." Rex got out his pistol and shot the two Zabraks in the head.

"I have a guy to kill." Rex walks away from the dead bodies.

[The Fascist American Empire]

Malinche peeked around the corner of an old warehouse. There wasn't anyone following her yet. Good. She slumped down onto the ground, burying her face in her hands. She really shouldn't have done that. Not only had she broken the Jedi Code by giving into her anger, she had brought infinite amounts of attention to herself for what? To destroy a picture? What good would that do? Just in case, she felt her hip. Good, her lightsaber was still there.

She had no idea how long she sat there, but it only felt like a few minutes when she heard a group of people running towards her position. When she looked up, instant fear gripped her. They were stormtroopers. They stopped when they reached her, and the captain walked up to her.

"Excuse me ma'am, have you seen a Jedi run through here, humanoid species, female."

She felt instant relief. "No." she replied calmly, "Nobody came through here that I saw."

"Alright. Thanks anyway." The troops went off on their way again, looking for the humanoid, female Jedi that they had just spoken with.

I guess the newer recruits are dumber so that they'll obey the Emperor more easily. Malinche mused. Then terror gripped her again, what if it suddenly dawned on the Captain that he had passed his target? She immediately got up and ran off.

[The Untied Federation of Russia]

Rex keeps on walking through the camp looking for the bandit leader then six bandit humans came out of a building.

"Stop right there Bounty Hunter!" One human bandit yelled.

"Give up or you'll die."

"Do you really think you can kill a skillful bounty hunter?" Rex asked as he got his blaster and shot two of them in the head.

"You're going to pay for that!" A human bandit yelled shooting at Rex.

Rex got behind a wall.

"That was close." Rex said to himself.

[The Fascist American Empire]

Malinche stopped for a bit. Her legs were about to give out from under her. She was right in front of what seemed like a cheap apartment complex. Surely the troopers were off of her trail by now. She sat down on the front step and gathered her breath. What was she going to do? Should she fight? Should she hide? Should she go on a suicide mission and try to Palpatine? Should she look for other surviving Jedi? Should she -

"Hey you!" somebody shouted at Malinche before a blaster bolt whizzed just a millimeter away from her head. The second shot was deflected when Malinche ignited her lightsaber. Her reflexes just barely protected her, but a few bolts managed to kill a few stormtroopers, making it progressively easier to defend herself. She leaped to the side while throwing her lightsaber at the stormtroopers, beheading one before her lightsaber returned to her. She then deflected two bolts, hoping that someone would help at least distract them.

[The Untied Federation of Russia]

Rex shot four shots at the Bandits hitting three of them.

A bandit shot a bolt at Rex, Rex got behind a wall before the bolt can hit them.

These guys don't know when to give up do they.Rex Thought as he shot two bolts at the last two bandits.

"Finally." Rex said then he saw the bandit leader.

"You must be Rex I Presume." The Leader said a evil grin on his face.

"Yeah that's me, Why are you asking?" Rex asked.

The Leader chuckled.

"You came a long way to kill me but you will fail." The Leader said getting his blaster out before the Leader can shoot Rex,

Rex shot a bolt at the leaders head killing him.

"What did you say about me failing?" Rex asked with a small grin on his face Rex search his body and found Mary's Lightsaber.

"What the heck is this thing?" Rex asked looking at the lightsaber.

Rex looked around.

"I better make sure there's no more bandits here." Rex went inside a building and saw Mary tied to the chair.

"My god are you okay?" Rex asked untying her hands and removing the gag out of her mouth.

"We need to get out of here now." Mary said getting up.

"Why?" Rex asked.

"The Empire is going show up any second now."

"Jeez did you do something that ticked the Empire off?" Rex asked.

"No they are hunting me down." Mary said.

"But why?" Rex asked.

"Because I'm a Jedi." Mary admitted.

"Your a Jedi?!" Rex asked.