Indy
Bridger (IndyBridger@hotmail.com)
Indy
drummed her fingers on the edge of the communications console
in her
quarters. “Yeah, so, we all got
home safe, in a matter of
speaking.
Mike and Baron are going to be fine.”
Indy’s
friend Tag seemed overly cheerful on the comm.
“Well,
that’s
good.”
“Yeah,”
Indy frowned. “Why are you so damn happy?”
Tag
laughed. “My felinix is trying to
taste my foot and it
tickles.
Look, I need to go now. We’ll
talk later, OK?”
Indy
nodded. “Yeah, sure. Bye.”
The
image of Hoth with a red Alliance insignia and a pair of
crossed
lightsabers appeared on the screen, and Indy shut down the comm.
She
glanced at the chrono. “Aw, shaavit, I’m two seconds away from
being
late to that debriefing.” The way
her leg ached, she’d not make
it in
time. The bite on her leg had
become inflamed and painful, but
she was
taking some antibiotics to kill the infection rather than opting
for
bacta therapy. She headed for the
debriefing.
Fortunately,
she was not the last to arrive. She
dropped into a
chair
at one end of the table.
Mike
walked into the briefing room of the cruiser Imladris.
He noticed
that
everyone was looking bored, so he decided to tell a joke.
“Hello.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one...”
At that most of the
Auroras
yelled out “Stop!” Mike looked
down “What, did i miss seeing a
tripwire?”
he chuckled while a few Auroras groaned.
Indy
shook her head as Mike dropped into the chair next to her.
“Tag
gives her best.”
Mike
blinked. “You talked to her?”
Indy
grinned. “Who do you think got me
into this crazy outfit?”
She
gave him a little hug and turned her attention to the debriefing.
Mike
Bullian (KngCaldor3@aol.com)
Mike
stood up at the end of the debriefing and looked to his left. “Indy, you all right?”
He said, noticing that she was favoring her leg.
“I’m okay, just a little infection, nothing serious.”
Indy replied, a friendly smile spreading on her face.
I’m going to see Raven, he’s going to try to regenerate my leg, maybe
he could take a look at yours.” Mike said invitingly.
“That might help, this thing’s bugging the heck out of me.”
Indy replied, taking a limping step toward Mike.
“You’re not actually thinking of walking are you?”
Mike bent over and picked her up. “Now
isn’t this better.” Mike said
as he walked out of the briefing room and turned towards the crew quarters,
heading for Raven’s.
Raven
Conall (RavnConall@aol.com)
Mike
walked in carrying Indy and Raven look a little surprised at both of them
walking in, and then he realized he still had the ysalimiri siting on his head.
He smiles and set the ysalamari down on the other side of the room and
teleport it and it’s force blocking bubble into a cage that negated the force
bubble. Then he looked up at both of them smiled and said “You can put her
down ya know.” Mike set her down into a chair so she wouldn’t have to walk
and then he walked over to another chair and sat down. “Mike I’m gonna need
you on the table actually. It’ll only take 30 minutes.. so it’s won’t be
too long. And Indy, I see you have an infected leg. That’ll only take a minute
or so, and I would have you go first.. But I promised Mike his leg.” By the
time raven finished saying this, Mike had worked his way unto the surgery table,
with Raven’s help. Then Raven pulled up a chair and sat beside Mike “Now
this Might hurt a bit. Different people have different reactions to this.”
Raven slipped into a meditation state and as instinct started to levitate with
his legs crossed. Raven put his right hand about 1 centimeter above the point of
where Mike’s leg was severed and inspected it using the Force. He moved into
Mike’s DNA and started looking for the strand that was his leg. After 10
minutes of looking he found it. He started to reconstruct it accordingly. He put
it together in his mind, and then he set his hand down where Mike’s leg was
severed off. He started to change what the certain cells in the area were doing,
the cells started reconstructing the leg. Indy noticed the leg starting to form
on Mike and her jaw dropped a little in surprise. Mike saw her expression change
and he was still laying down he asked, “What?”, Indy pointed at his forming
leg, and Mike looked at his new forming leg and he smiled. After all, Mike knew
Raven could do it. The leg was formed, every hair, every muscle, exactly the
same as it was before it was severed. The Leg was finished 50 minutes after the
process was started and Raven slowly dropped to the chair and left his
meditation state. He looked up at Mike and said “All finished. Have a Nice
Day.” Mike tested his leg before he stood up and found out that actually it
worked quite well. He slowly stood up, not entirely trusting it, but then walked
over to the chair and brought Indy over to the table and set her down. Raven
smiled at her and said “This should be relatively easy, compared to what I did
to Mike.” Raven drifted back into meditation, his hand drifting over where her
infection was. His mind drifted into that area, and almost like a computer
interface, he sped up the antibodies attacking the infection. Then he added his
two cents into attacking them, till all the infection was either destroyed or
dead. The whole process took less then a minute. Raven exited his meditation and
said “All finished.” Indy too didn’t trust it at first, and slowly lowered
herself to the floor and tested her leg. It indeed worked as she found out. Mike
and Indy then left the medbay Raven had claimed way back when, for his services
of using the force to heal.
Mynok
(Mynok9985@aol.com)
Mynok
was one of the late ones to arrive. He arrived just in time to see Mike carrying
Indy off some where probably to fix both there aliments. Maybe he would go see
Raven to get rid of the various
cuts and bruises he had as well as the major headache he was gaining . He
wondered how some of the veterans of this kind of espionage were still alive. He
walked to his quarters to unpack. As he stepped into his quarters something from
the past suddenly struck him. He remembered the face of one of the dark Jedi in
fact the one he had fought with. He took out his saber. He looked at the end of
it and saw something the engraved picture of the dark Jedi. This saber had been
given to him by his fathers best friend shortly before the destruction of
Alderaan. he had said it had belonged to a powerful Jedi that was killed in the
clone wars. He had also said that he was related to him. That means that the
dark Jedi was a light Jedi gone bad and he was related to him. He sat down at
his holo link to call Commander Skywalker, he would know what to do.
Operation
1 complication set #1
The
Trial
Indy
Bridger (IndyBridger@hotmail.com)
Indy
was strolling through the hangar when she saw a battered
X-Wing
on the deck. It had dozens and
dozens of TIE kills painted on
the
side, and on the wings there were painted the image of Hoth with a
red
Alliance insignia and two crossed lightsabers.
Indy swore.
“*Shaavit*,
not so soon!”
Captain
Tag Rendar came around from the other side of the X-Wing,
her R2
unit trailing. “Gee, you act like
you’re not happy to see me.”
Indy
grinned and hugged her friend. “You
know I am. I just didn’t
expect
you so soon.”
“That’s
why it’s such a good surprise. Look,
I brought some
Whyren’s
Reserve and some rhyscate. Get your
unit together and we’ll
celebrate
your first mission’s successful completion.”
Indy
grinned. “Sure thing. Look, you might want to track down some
of your
other friends around here. I think
I saw Mike and Mynok about
ten
minutes ago.”
Tag
clapped Indy on the shoulder. “Now
that you’ve tempted me....”
The
pair of women headed off in opposite directions.
Orian (EricFlameG@aol.com)
Orian
just stared at the ceiling of his cell upon the ship. It was pretty plain. A
simple metal. The mission was also
simple. It would probably be his last, too.
Upon
the return of Aurora Force, Orian got a call from the commanders upon the
command vessel. Turned out he was “wanted for numerous crimes against the New
Republic”, whatever that meant. Odd, though, how nobody in Aurora Force knew
about it. But the commanders on the ship knew. That’s why they were standing
next to him, armed with their fancy little blasters.
He gave
a dark brown glare to the officers “standing watch” over him as he rose from
lying on his bed to a sitting position. What crimes had he committed against the
New Republic? ...maybe...
Two
years ago Orian had delivered a shipment of “sausage” (i.e. Explosives,
weapons, etc.) to somebody in the Outer-Rim territories. They identified
themselves as “rebels of the government.” Of course, he knew that the only
real government there worked for the Empire, so naturally he figured he would be
helping out the Rebels. Oh how wrong he was.
Having
received his pay from the “rebels”, he left Coruscant only to find himself
running right smack dab into a small flight group of TIE-Interceptors and a pair
of TIE-Bombers. Of course, Orian was flying in one of those “suspected”
Corellian Transports, so he figured they either found out about his transactions
with the “rebels” or just thought him to be somebody else.
Having
a seemingly Force-adept person as a gunner (seemingly Force-adept due to his
ability to generally read people’s minds—for a human) wasn’t a bad idea.
The TIEs made easy scrap. Unfortunately, the TIEs were meant to scrap HIM so the
“rebels” wouldn’t have to pay for the guns.
Not
until now did he know the truth. The rebels turned out to be Imperial spies.
Those Imperial spies managed to destroy a major rebel stronghold not to far away
from the dumping spot, and from then on the name of “Orian” was shouted
amongst the Imperials as a savior’s name. That was why he constantly changed
his name on the databases—to keep his name hidden from both the New Republic
AND the Empire. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
Unfortunately,
the NR found out.
He
would rather the Empire find out.
Then he
wouldn’t have to watch as his friends executed him for treason. Or have to be
guarded in a cell by one of his friends.
But it
was too late for that, now. They wouldn’t hear him out. That’s what made
Orian mad. They wouldn’t listen to him, no matter what he pleaded. They
instantly accused him of being an Imperial spy, sent to sabotage the Aurora
Force amongst countless other operations within the New Republic.
So now,
he just sat there, awaiting punishment. Those dull eyes turned back up to the
two officers guarding him. “Can I speak with somebody before I go?”
“No,”
snapped one of the officers. “You get no rights, Imperial scum.” That
sounded almost too Imperial for him.
Orian
sent a glance to the other officer, who said nothing. He only stood there. Back
to the grouchy officer he looked. “I have rights here, be I Imperial or New
Republic. I thought the New Republic was for justice, and rights, and humanity.
You are defacing it.”
Obviously
that hit the officer right in the heart—just what he hoped for. “All right,
all right ... who do you wish to speak to?”
Orian
pondered for a brief moment on what this would do to the officer’s career.
Allowing a prisoner access to speak to somebody. At that moment, though, he
loathed him, be him friend or enemy. “I want to speak to Indy.”
Giving
a nod to the petty officer, who stuck his head out the door and shouted “The
prisoner wishes to speak with Indy!”, he turned bright blue eyes back onto
Orian. “Granted.”
Obviously
the messaging system wasn’t too great, as all through the halls Orian could
hear “The prisoner wishes to speak with Indy!” “Call Indy!” “Orian
wants to talk to Indy!” “Gebble neddle kitu Indy!” “Beep-reet-beep
BEEEEP blewwwwwwwwwt!”
Mike
Bullian (KngCaldor3@aol.com)
Mike
walked up to the cell guard. “I
need to speak with the prisoner.”
“No
can do, one visitor allowed at a time and he’s expecting Indy.” The guard replied. Mike
reached out to probe this guard’s mind, not too strong of a will, good.
Mike reaches out to the guard’s mind with an influential push.
“You
will let me in to speak to the prisoner.”
Mike said calmly, but forcefully. The
guard opened the door and Mike walked in, the door shut behind him.
“Nice to see you again, I came as soon as I heard.”
“Now
you’re definitely not Indy.” Orian
replied warmly, at least as warmly as he could reply given his situation.
“I
think that this is wrong what they’re doing to you, and I know that you’re
innocent.” Mike said seriously,
though with a smile on his face.
“How
could you possibly know that?” Orian asked, slightly confused by Mike’s
statement.
“First
of all I can sense it in your mind, secondly I was the Imperial pilot that blew
up the rebel outpost, Twilight Colony.”
“What?!”
Orian’s eyes widened in shock. “why,
how?”
“I
was just starting out as a pilot, shortly after I ran away from my home.
I was supposed to take out the outpost’s main reactor so that the
Imperials could capture the powerless rebels more easily.
Little did I know that they set up your explosives as a chain reaction
that would destroy the whole outpost.” A
tear escaped Mike’s eye.
“I’m
sorry, I didn’t know.” Orian
replied sympathetically
“It’s
all right, anyway, I’ve come to offer my services as your lawyer.”
At this point the door opened and Indy walked in.
Raven
Conall (RavnConall@aol.com)
Humming
Imperial March a song he remembers from way back when as he starts walking down
the corridor. He was assigned as Orian’s lawyer for two reasons. One he was an
Imperial himself. Two, he was one of the highest ranking officers in the RS and
since Codyman couldn’t because he was the CO, he sent Raven hoping to throw
some weight to keep Orian. Raven Didn’t mind much at all.. He actually kinda
like doing things like this. Raven was of course in his dress uniform which
actually looked pretty good on raven, all his service medals weighing down his
uniform was his only problem. He flew in every battle the rebels took on, save
for the Battle at the First Death Star, and at the Battle of Endor, he was on of
the troops which helped take out the shield generator.. Did he get any credit
HELL NO! it pissed him off a little but, hell.. At least he was on the right
side. He continued walking down the hall.
He
reached the door just as it closed and when he entered Indy, Mike, and Orian
were already in there. “Having a little party are we?”, they looked at him
strangely, wondering why the hell he was there and he said “Oh yeah.. I’m
your assigned lawyer.” Mike looked at Raven, and Raven noticed that Mike was
wondering whether he should try to scan his mind. “Don’t try it Mike.”
Raven said. He handed Orian the papers that told him the charges against him,
his assigned lawyer (Raven), and what the punishment of the charge was.
Indy
Bridger (IndyBridger@hotmail.com)
Indy
entered the cell. “Orian, I heard
all about it. What did you
want me
for?” She patted her leg almost
nervously. “Look, I have a
friend
that you should really talk to....” She
glanced at Raven and
Mike.
“You two should, too.”
Orian (EricFlameG@aol.com)
Letting
out a heavy sigh, he looked at the three before him. He just wanted to talk to
Indy, but instead he got Raven, Mike AND Indy. Oh well. Dusting off his ragged
clothes, he rose to stand. “Looks like I’m in some deep fodder. Is there
anything any of y’all can do to get me out of here?”
Muddy
eyes turned between the three, seeking an answer.
Torin
Qel-Droma (Codyman@aol.com)
NEWSFLASH:
Lantare News: The Tide Has Turned
Today,
after what was believed to be a covert operation by Lantare insurgence
guerillas, the main imperial garrison of Jaggerbund was put out of commision.
Quickly after the internal attack, loyal lantare freedom fighters stormed
the garrison by the thousands, taking what was left of it under their control.
The internal strike was what allowed this force to take the palace,
turning water control back over to the people of Lantare.
The other garrision fell shortly after, weakening the Imperial Force
severely. The Empire has all but
been crushed on Lantare as a result of these recent developments.
Still, the freedom fighters are expressing some worries over their next
course of action. Their leader,
Tarik Yarlos, expressed some doubts: “We
were lucky to eliminate the Empire here, but we know they are sending a
battlefleet this way. We can only hope for some sort of intervention, as we cannot
hope to push back a battlefleet. Still,
we will fight to the end for our freedom.”
Indeed, it has been widely known for a few days now that the Empire has
sent a fleet towards Lantare, but it believed that the Rebel Squadrons has been
dispatched to deal with the threat. Still,
at this point it is still a rumor, and all we can do is hope and pray for the
people of Lantare, as they fight to keep their freedom alive.
Torin
turned his head away from the television and looked at Baron, who was sitting
next to him. Torin took a swig of
his drink and laughed a bit. “You
see Baron, things worked out as the should.
I did violate New Republic law, but things are unfolding.
We’ve allowed the people of Lantare to overthrow the Imperials.”
Baron shook his head.
“I
don’t know why I haven’t reported you.
I think it was the initial shock of you knowing what I was all about.
And still, the imperial fleet is arriving very soon.”
“Well,
I was more worried about the Rebel Squadrons arriving first actually.
I didn’t want them to find out about my little operation.
But look at it this way. We
freed the people of Lantare, got out of the system, and now the Rebel Squadrons
will collide with the Empire when they both arrive.
There will be no mass genocide, as the people of Lantare would have
experienced had I not brought the RS into the war, because the RS and Empire
will clash in space, in orbit around Lantare, not fighting over it.
The people are already free, and as long as the RS wins their fight, they
will remain that way.
“True,
in a way, but you had to assassinate an innocent man and throw a planet into war
to do it.” Baron sipped his
drink, waiting for a reply.
“If I
hadn’t, the RS would have sat back until it was too late.
The Empire would have killed millions.”
“Honestly
Torin, if you hadn’t thrown the planet into war, would there have been a need
for the Empire to wipe the planet clean?”
“They
were on the verge of war Baron, I just sped it up.
I brought the RS out of the red tape that has kept them out of war, and
now they can finally help put the Empire out of business for good.
What I did was far from moral, but in the end, I think it’ll work out
better.”
“Well
what is next on your agenda General Qel-Droma?”
“I’m
thinking beyond Minos Baron, possibly Aurora itself.”
As Baron was sipping his drink, he couldn’t help but nearly cough it
up.
“The
capital! You’re insane man!”
Torin shook his head.
“Nah,
just overly brave.” He smiled,
stood up, and walked away.
Kenta
Jelnor (OCSGAME1@aol.com)
“Kenta,
where are you going?”
Mike
called to Kenta from the other side of the docking bay.
“I
have to go. I’ve been summoned to the ‘Windstorm’ for a secret PBF
mission. After that, the ‘Remona’ and the RgF want to use my hide. And then
it’s back into the dropship for some grunt work with the Commandos. I got a
ton to do. I’d love to help here, but enough people are good lawyers that my
persuasion skills aren’t needed. Don’t worry, I’ll leave some Eyes for
you.”
“Okay
Kenta, see you later.”
Indy
Bridger (IndyBridger@hotmail.com)
Indy
led Mike and Raven to the guest quarters that had been assigned to
Tag.
The
door
opened with scarcely a sound. Tag
was sitting at a console with
her
back to the
door,
punching something into the computer system.
“Sitting
like that is dangerous,” Mike said.
Tag
half turned, a small blaster disappearing into her sleeve.
“I
learned
that lesson
a long
time ago,” she said. “The last
time I turned my back on someone
I
wasn’t sure of, I
almost
wasn’t in a position to do anything again.”
She glanced at Indy.
“Am I
to assume
that
this is about the Intelligence mess up I’ve spent the past month
trying
to fix?” Her
gaze
flicked to Raven and Mike. “Orian
is innocent.” She paused.
“As
are
you, Mike.”
Mike
frowned. “How...?”
Tag
rose. “How do I know? It was my operation at Twilight Colony. I
purposely
allowed
an Imperial spy know about the operation so all trace of it
would
be erased
without
wasting manpower. Unfortunately,
someone found out before
Cassie
did. I
know,
though, that Orian and Mike did nothing wrong.
Twilight Colony
was
ordered
destroyed
long before they ever became involved. Everyone
who worked
there
knew that
we
would eventually destroy our work.”
“I
hate to interrupt,” Raven said, “but who are you?”
Tag
smiled. “Your worst nightmare,
Raven Conall.” She extended her
hand.
“Captain
Tag Erin Antilles Rendar, former Alliance to Restore the
Republic
Intelligence,
New
Republic Intelligence.”
“Should
I know you?” Raven asked.
Tag
grinned. “I should think so.
I’m the only one who can clear up
this
mess.
Unless
you want to try your hand at it, which I sincerely doubt, given
your
own
involvement
in this whole mess.”
Raven
forced a smile and let go of the short woman’s hand.
“I’ll take
your
word
for
it.”
“Am I
the only one that wasn’t involved
in this mess?” Indy asked.
The
other three looked at her. The
answer was unanimous and in unison.
“Yes.”
Indy
nodded curtly. “All right then.
I’m going to go keep Orian
company.
Have
fun
tearing into each other.”
The
three officers watched her go. Tag
shook her head. “I should have
visited
more.”
Raven
and Mike looked toward her and nodded.
Mynok
(Mynok9985@aol.com)
Mynok
walked down the hall he stopped at the door that had Mike,
Raven,
and Indy standing in it. As he look in to his surprise he saw a
familiar
face which he had not seen since Hoth.
“Tag,”
he exclamied as he walked into the room.
Tag
frowned and stared at him for a moment. “Mynok?!
What are you doing here?” She
gave him a big hug, then held him at arms’ length.
“I thought you were dead! Look
at you!” She gave him a lopsided
smile, looking very much like she had as a much more raw young woman. “Well,
that’s what you get for never showing up at reunions.”
Mynok
frowned. “We had reunions?”
Tag
laughed. “Get out of here,
we’ll drink later.” She shooed
him
out and
got back to the business of briefing Mike and Raven.
Carlos
DeLong (BodoBaasJM@aol.com)
Carlos
met Indy in the hallway outside of Tag’s room.
“Indy,
could I have a word with you for a second?”
he asked.
“Sure.”
she answered.
They
set off toward Orian’s cell. Carlos
tried to figure out exactly how to say what he needed to say.
“I’m
not sure if Tag’s testimony will be enough in this case,” he said.
She looked at him quizzically. “I
heard what y’all where talkin’ about in there,” he explained, “and I’m
not sure that just the testimony of one witness will be enough.
Raven and Mike will help, but I think he made need a couple of people
higher up in the NRI to handle this one.”
Carlos said. He happened to
know two people who could help. Who
had also been involved in the incident. Who
were now the two top spooks in the entire NRI, not just the RS wing.
“And
I suppose you would know someone that high up, hmmm?”
she asked.
Carlos
grinned. “Yeah, as a matter of
fact, I do. If we can get the trial
delayed a few days, I can send Peregrine to Coruscant to get Chryson and Jhan
Shynar here.”
Indy
whistled. The Shynar’s were
famous in the New Republic. Know as
the NRI’s best Husband-Wife team, they had successfully pulled off espionage
and intelligence missions that all others said were impossible.
Chryson was now the DCI (Director, Central Intelligence) of the NRI.
Jhan was the current DDO (Deputy Director (Operations)).
Their testimony could get Orian freed.
“Carlos,”
said Indy, “If you can get them here, well get you your two days.”
“Thanks.
Orian is going to need it.”
Troy
Nexus (Troynexus@aol.com)
It was
a peaceful night so far, many of the commandos already retired
to
their quarters for the evening. There
was just a quiet hum of
machinery
heard through the docking bay of the Aurora Force’s ship. The
hum is
then overpowered by a louder screaming sound of twisting metal
and
torn engines from a shuttle entering the docking bay.
Startled by
the
sound, the ship maintenance officers all looked up from their game of
sabacc
and froze as the ship slowed to a stop. Grabbing
a comlink, the
head
officer, called for security, which quickly were there along with
some
other commandos that had heard about the unexpected visitor.
The
shuttle
shut down it’s engines and a ramp could be heard dropping onto
the
ground. The blasters all aimed on
the doors waiting for an intruder
to
shoot at. A small sound of the
doors opening was heard and in came
the
shadowy image of a battered soldier. The
shadowy figure looked
around
for a few moments, and then collapsed on the entrance floor.
A
moment later Troy Nexus woke up laying on a bunch of chairs that had
been
pushed together like a couch. Sitting
up and rubbing his aching
head,
he glanced around him to find he was in the AF Tavern or “Watering
Hole”
for the AF commandos. A smile
crossed his face as a medic came
sitting
in a chair alongside him. “Nasty
bump you got there.” she said
in a
soft soothing voice as she examined his forehead a little closer.
“Why
am I in the tavern??” said Troy a little confused on why he was in
a bar
instead of a medbay. “Well from
your constant babblings, you said
you
wanted to go to the bar while you were unconscious.”
“Well I have
missed
this place the last few weeks.” “Where
have you been anyway?”
she
said examining his head and listening hardly to his story.
“Well
it started when I was on my ship ‘The Twisted Raven’
and my
co-pilot
droid ‘C-63’ wasn’t operating correctly.
I thought it would be
fine
while we were in hyperspace on our trip back to base.
Next thing I
know,
I’m woken by sirens and red alert lights.
I got into the cockpit
and
found C-3 swinging it’s arms like
a crazed Wampa. It had destroyed
a lot
of the controls, and nav-computer. The
messed up droid wouldn’t
obey
commandos so I put it out of it’s misery with a blaster to the
droid’s
chest plate. It seemed the stupid
droid had downloaded a virus
and
wrecked the computer’s hard drive. I
did what I could to find a
replacement
and eventually got back to the base. It’s
been a pain, cuz
i know
I got a ton of work waiting for me. And
I’d like to get back to
them as
soon as possible. Thanks for
everything Doc.”
With
that Troy stood from the chair he had been sitting on and
staggered
over to the bar, ordered his fav drink, and then went over to
the
news monitor and checked his messages he’d gotten while he was gone.
Grimacing
over the many messages, he sighed and started going through
them.
“Hey! Aren’t you our
XO?” came the voice of a commando from
behind
Troy. “Yeah?
I’ve been busy. But I’ll
catch up pretty
quickly.”
“You do know drinks are on the house cuz of Torin’s
promotion.
And we’re all celebrating a successful mission.” said the
commando.
“Well thanx for the update.” Troy said with a smile and
ordered
another drink for himself, and offered the stool next to him at
the bar
to the talkative commando.”
Baron
(BaronCoop1@aol.com)
God, I
needed this drink. I have had the worst week. Shot, smacked, pierced, fell, hit,
healed, hit again, shot, drowned, audited (where did that one come from?), you
name it. I NEED this drink. Thank God Torin’s paying. I have never felt more
helpless. And no, it’s not just the alcohol. I’m not drunk. Yet.
I tried
my damnedest this mission, but only succeeded in getting the whole group further
in trouble. I thought I was dead for sure when those stormtroopers grabbed me.
It seems to me that this whole team has a few too many legendary heroes, Jedi,
and force-users. It might just be me, but it seems like this is far too
convenient. I can only think of two reasons why a group full of Jedi (who, last
I checked, were extremely rare) would be sanctioned by the New Republic.
The
first reason, is that we are a crack team of operatives who are the best of the
best, and can effectively use our combined abilities to wreak havoc among enemy
lines. Nah. If that’s so, why am I here? I have no ability in the Force
whatsoever. I would not have been included.
The
second reason seems to me to be more plausible. Actually, Admiral Ackbar put it
best when he uttered those famous words. “It’s a trap!” Perhaps we were
allowed to join forces, so that it would be that much easier to kill all of
these Jedi at once. That certainly seems likely, especially with this upcoming
trial (which you know is going to be extremely public). Who could benefit from
this? The Empire? Probably. But I wouldn’t rule out disgruntled soldiers who
were tired of all their hard work overshadowed by a few glorified Jedi. I’ve
seen them. NRI supervisors who rose high in the ranks, but were bitter, because
no matter how many battles they were in, or how bravely they fought, the only
thing people could remember about them was that they saw Luke Skywalker fly at
Hoth. Who cares if they shot a whole platoon of Snowtroopers. They saw a legend.
They become bitter fast.
Ah,
maybe it IS the alcohol talking.
Carlos
DeLong (BodoBaasJM@aol.com)
Troy
hadn’t recognized the commando at first.
He should have. They had
fought together one rainy night on Terrac
III. Not to mention having tried to
retake a ship from the Imperials that was already back in the hands of the good
guys.
“Long
ways since Terrac III, eh boss?” Carlos
said with a sly grin.
“Carlos!
I didn’t recognize you at first. Why
isn’t your name on the roster?”
“Probably
some technical glitch. We’ve been
kinda busy here lately.”
“Looks
like the battle went well. Too bad
I had to miss it.”
“Yup.
And now we have a trial. Orian
was arrested when we got back. Charged
with treason.” Carlos grimaced. He was still waiting for Indy and Orian’s defense team to
get him just a few days to bring in some help.
“What
happened?” Troy asked.
“I
know some of the details. I also
know two people who were right in the middle of it and who could help free Orian.
I’m just waiting for a delay...”
Carlos’ comlink beeped. “Yes?”
“Carlos,
this is Indy. The judge and jury
are going to be a little late. You
have five days. Better move it,
boy.”
“Thanks
Indy. I’ll have Peregrine moving
in no time. Carlos out.” Carlos turned to Troy. “I’d love to talk more, but I’ve
got to get Peregrine prepped up. See
ya around!”
With
that, Carlos ran out of the tavern, took the lift down to the hanger bay, and
gave Peregrine his orders. Go to
Coruscant. Pick up the Shynars.
Bring them back here. The
robot ship took off, flew a little ways away from the Imladris, and went into
hyperspace. The race for Orian’s freedom, for Orian’s life, was on.