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Post by Rain on Sept 27, 2011 20:02:47 GMT -5
Han
Sora was Leia's step-father, a fact that would have previously made me hold my tongue. But she had virtually disowned him at this stage, and after talking with her on the Falcon I knew that we shared the same view on the matter.
"I think you all know my opinion at this stage." I replied, "Sora was our friend, so going up against him won't be easy. But the way I see it we have no choice. Whether or not he can be saved is irrelevant at this stage. What is important is that we continue to do what we were doing before this whole situation came up. We have to do our best to make sure that the people of this Galaxy are safe."
I paused a moment and looked around the room. "You all saw what Sora did to the Jedi, what he did to good and innocent people." I looked towards the hologram of Kurt and Winter. "And it's getting worse, right?"
Winter nodded. "Yes. Sora is more reckless than ever. He puts the people to one side, ignores them, sometimes even harms them to reach his goals. Crime rates here on Coruscant are at an all time high, and Sora doesn't even seem to notice."
"We can't just launch an all out offensive on him." Bria interupted, "We would be crushed. We don't have that kind of firepower."
"I'm not saying we should do that." I replied, "But we can't just sit back and watch him destroy everything we worked for. We need to do something..."
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Post by Revan Jast on Sept 27, 2011 20:53:18 GMT -5
Selas crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table. "All valid points. Han is right, though. Someone needs to do something. All throughout history, the Republic, the true Republic, that is, and the Jedi have always done one thing, no matter who was the enemy: kept the people's best interest in mind. Yes, it hurts that a close friend is now threatening to wreak havoc on all that we've established and built since the fall of the Empire, but a threat is still a threat, and it has to be taken care of."
He nodded towards Bria. "Shes right. We don't have the firepower to face him head on. He has all of the Republic behind him, although those numbers may or may not dwindle, given his most recent activities. I'd like to think that the common people support the Jedi order, but after what we saw with the Empire, I sometimes wonder if that's true."
Kurt nodded. "I know a fair amount still do. Do not forget that it has been a generation since then. I would imagine that the older people remember very well what went down then, and would not be begging for a second helping. Also, we may be able to sway the younger people to our side as well."
"Let's not forget races as well," Selas said. "I know from experience that the Mandalorians have no love for the Republic. I'm sure I could have some influence there."
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Post by hk47fan on Sept 27, 2011 21:02:44 GMT -5
Miss Haltzilakas
I nodded at both Han and Selas. "Both of you have valid points; everyone makes good points," I said, speaking the truth. I didn't disagree with anything they had said. "I agree that we need to take action, but whatever we do, it's going to take time and caution. It has only been a few years since the Galactic Civil War ended; I don't know if the Galaxy is ready for another full out war."
"As the Baronness' body pointed out, we do not have the bodies or the resources for such a war against the former Captain," Kossk interrupted. "However, the building process must begin now."
"If we do this," I said, still sounding very calm and re-assuring, but firm. "It is going to take us a long time; it's going to be different. It won't be like the last war. We are going to have to be very careful. There is no telling how long it will take us to actually make some kind of strike against Sora. Are all of you comitted to this, no matter how much of our lives it takes?"
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Post by Rain on Nov 16, 2011 12:03:26 GMT -5
Han
I grabbed one of my DL-44 blasters and sat it on the table. Symbolic gestures weren't usually my thing, but I would make an exception this once.
I looked at Miss H. "Whatever it takes to make this Galaxy a safer place for my children. I'm in."
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Post by Revan Jast on Dec 20, 2011 0:07:44 GMT -5
Selas nodded. "I am fully committed, for my friends and my family. You have my word."
"Fuck getting paid," Kurt said, smirking. "Sign my name on the list."
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Post by hk47fan on Dec 20, 2011 0:19:54 GMT -5
Miss Haltzilakas
I took a deep breath; this was a huge commitment. It was a huge step; one that was either in the right direction or one that would get us killed. Either way, however, it was worth it. "Then it's settled. We must stop Sora Trok and what he is doing; we must restore dignity to the New Republic. Not for our own sakes; not out of some sense of revenge, but for the Galaxy. So that our children, and our children's children, can live in a universe of happiness, not one of darkness."
I stood up; this would probably be one of my more inspiring speeches, but everything I said was true. I'd done this before, but this speech seemed to hold more weight, for a far smaller audience. "It could take years. In fact, it will take years, but it will be worth it. We will fight Sora; we won't fight him in the dirty, underhanded way that he fights us. We won't destroy the Galaxy and innocent lives just to dethrone him. But we will deal with this with honor and respect; the honor and respect that a person deserves. Our forces will be small, but I have a feeling that they will be mighty."
"What shall we call this group?" Kossk hissed. "If we are to take the fight to the Captain's body and his government full of corrupt souls, what will we call ourselves this time?"
I hadn't thought of a name; that had probably been the last thing on my mind. "Rebellion has already been used, as we know, and somehow I think this is going to be different than the Rebels and the Imperials," I said thoughtfully. "Yes, this is different. This isn't the Rebellion."
I looked out the window, past everyone else, into the Bespin night sky. Everything was silent, peaceful; no one would have any clue what was going on inside this meeting.
"It's the Resistance."
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Post by hk47fan on Dec 20, 2011 1:22:35 GMT -5
THIRTEEN YEARS LATER....
The Galaxy had come a long way in thirteen years; it had aged. For many, it seemed that as the years went by, darkness continued to eclipse the universe. The government that was once lauded as a relief, the New Republic, has become stricter and harsher with every year. Under the leadership of Supreme Admiral Sora Trok and Chief-of-State Hunter Solon, the government's capital of Coruscant had become almost too secure. While crime ran rampant on the planet, the planet was entirely locked down, so much that very few civillians could come and go from the planet. Other planets under the NR's governship, which was most of the Galaxy, could feel similar pressure.
The Galaxy was also at war again. A small group, the Resistance, had sprouted up not too long after Trok's cracking down began. The Resistance, led by enemies and traitors of the New Republic, was determined to dethrone Trok from power and restore the Republic to it's earlier years. The war was not huge yet; only small scuffles had occurred between the sides, but nonetheless, this warranted Trok to keep his government's guard up. He is determined to crush the Resistance, and its leaders, no matter what the cost.
To the general public, the war is treated as an attack by terrorists; the Resistance leaders, who's identities remain unknown to the citizens of the NR, are labeled as evil people who wish to destroy the very foundation of the New Republic. Rumors abound across the Galaxy about the source of this war; some say that they are old friends of Trok's, angry and bitter about his actions when he began his charge against crime. Other rumors say that they are people wishing to restore the Imperials to power. Then, some rumors simply paint them as people wanting attention.
Currently, the war between the Resistance and the New Republic is reaching a boiling point; it has been discovered that the Resistance has agents working for them inside the NR's system. The identity of these double agents is very closed to being discovered by Trok and his forces, so the leaders of the Resistance are scrambling to rescue their people in time. If they don't get to them in time, the result could be disasterous for everyone.
Meanwhile, underneath the war, are many other stories and hardships; new lives crop up and try to find their place in this war-torn Galaxy. They try to meet expectations, to live up to legacies, to find out who they are and fight for what they believe. Others travel the Galaxy, isolated from this main conflict, seeking to forget who they are and start anew, with people surrounding them that understand them. Then, certain others try to fight for their own brand of justice; they try to find their own peace. Get their own satisfaction in somehow, someway. Then, on top of all of that, there are those who wish to return after years of darkness, years of isolation, to reclaim what they lost.....
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Post by Junk Angel on Dec 22, 2011 17:16:21 GMT -5
The ghostling went down the ramp of the spaceship and breathed in Coruscanti air again. It had been years since she last did and she had grown into a woman since then. A woman that screamed spacer with ever single inch of her body, the greasy clothes, muck marks here and there and eyes that had seen more worlds than most people could count.
She traced her hand over the other forearm slowly going over greaves of inlaid gold. Been a few years since she had that done. Used to be a hit among smugglers. Though it didn't work good on most either.
She sighed and leaned against the ship looking into the distance. Never expected to find herself here hired by rebels. Hell they were no different to the official government to her. Sem didn't trust either. She trusted almost no one in fact. Well maybe apart from Pirates and smugglers, thiefs and scoundrels. She didn't trust them to keep a promise, but to act like they ought to. Those folks were raw and true to their tenets. They served only themselves and made it clearly apparent. Sure you could find a few oddballs here and there, but nothing out of the norm.
The new empire, she really didn't care to care it by it's official name, and the rebels were a different matter. They'd use far flung words on fighting tyranny, giving peace bread for all and whatever. The jedi used to do the same. But in the end they just really served only their interests, No matter what bullshit they spewed.
Hell she still didn't understand why Li was so keen on them even today. A quick smile passed across her lips at the though of the man.
She also still didn't understand why he decided to break off with the Mayko, to be her partner on the Cranky hearse. Just didn't make any sense. He and the chick were done for each other and he instead went allong with her bitching on the way he flew.
To be honest Li was really the better pilot, but Sem was the better tech and gunner and she knew it. She had been so often in the belly of the junkyard ship that seemed to be almost falling apart at every moment that she considered it a part of her almost. A home in a way.
She shook her head again and pushed away from the ship. They had a job to do in the place if they wanted to eat anytime soon. For some reason Sem finally let Li to talk her into taking a run for the rebels, an extraction even. But at least none of the imperials had any clue on why tjhe two might be.
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Post by Rain on Dec 23, 2011 10:40:09 GMT -5
LiLi stepped out into the daylight and stretched after the long and uncomfortable journey. Sem didn't stop complaining about how he flew the whole time, even though he insisted that they had to fly casual. Speeding in would attract unwelcome attention. Still, after thirteen years he had gotten used it. Li was now 27 years of age, just weeks away from being 28. Li Sem, his dress sense had changed considerably over the years. Where before he was neat and tidy, now he was unkempt. His brown hair which came just below his ears had a windswept appearance, and his his clothing was visibly worn. The only thing that hadn't changed was that his face remained clean shaven. He held activated his comlink. "Mayko, you there?" "Reading you loud and clear, bright eyes." Came the response. Mayko and Nines, two of their former crew mates from the Wild Karrde had arrived a few days earlier. Although Li and Sem had departed the crew a few a few years back, they collaborated with Karrde and his team frequently. They were the closest thing the two had to family, other than Tomcat and Rain. "Sem and I will meet you at the Nexu's Den cafe in one standard hour." He said through the comlink. "Good idea." She replied. "It'll be better to meet up in a public place. We can blend in.""Oh, yeah... thats useful I guess, but to be honest I just want some food." He answered, "That was a long flight. I'm starving!" There was a pause from Mayko, before she spoke again. "Whatever. Don't be late."[/i[
Li put away his comlink and took another deep breath. He had a bad feeling about this mission. The four were here to rescue Winter, a Resistance double-agent, who was working for CoruSec. Li and Sem had encountered her a few times, but had never spent any considerable amount of time with her. Her cover had been blown recently and she sent a distress call to Cloud City on Bespin. Apparently she had just about made it out, and was hiding out somewhere on the planet. She didn't have time to send too much information, but managed to get her co-ordinates across. Talon Karrde got involved upon request from Han Solo. Usually Karrde made a point of not getting involved in the war, but since Solo had gone through the trouble of locating and contacting him, he figured it was pretty important. And Karrde wasn't one to turn down an old friend in a time of need. Li caught wind of this, and volunteered himself and Sem, much to Sem's dismay. When this was over, people would know that they were still alive after all these years.
As Li and Sem came to Coruscant to meet up with Mayko and Nines, Karrde and the rest of his crew, along with the kids who were now only about 13 years old due to their bodies re-adjusting to the aging process after thousands of years in stasis, had gone to Bespin, to meet up with the Resistance.
Li glanced over at Sem. "Alright, we should get going."
Ben Solo
"Dad! Dad wake up!" Nine year old Ben Solo exclaimed, as he nudged his sleeping father.
Han groaned and pulled the bed sheets over his head. "Uh... what time is it? It must be 7am... and it's my day off."
"It's quarter to six actually." Ben corrected, "But come on dad, you have to get up! It's you're birthday!"
Han groaned again. "Thanks for the reminder kid... but I'm not really in a celebrating mood. Think about it, this time next year I'll be forty years old. You know how old that makes me feel?"
"Oh come on, dad, it can't be that bad!"
Han pulled the covers back from over his face and looked at his son. "Trust me. Have I ever lied to you?"
Ben thought for a moment. "Well... there was that time you told Tylan and I about you and uncle Chewie once being trapped on board an Imperial ship with a horde of zombie stormtroopers after you."
"Not you two Ben!" Han moaned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Why does no one believe me!?"
"Dad, I'm nine! That's old enough to know that zombies don't exist."
"Sure they don't." Han agreed, giving up on the matter. "Where's your mom?"
"Right here." Leia said as she entered the room holding a tray of homemade pancakes. "Ben got me up an hour ago. We brought you breakfast in bed. You're birthday treat."
Han felt panic rush over him. He loved Leia more than life itself, but as beautiful and smart as she was, she was a terrible cook. Leia noticed his worry and laughed. "Don't worry Han, Ben made these. I just helped out." She said as she handed him the tray.
Han breathed a sigh of relief. He was now wide awake. "Thank the Force." He said as he tucked into the pancakes. They were pretty good. Ben obviously took after his father in the culinary department. "Wow, these are actually pretty nice! You've got some skills, kid!"
"Your welcome." Ben said with a smile. "But you better cheer up!"
"With food this good it's hard not to be happy!"
OOC: Yeah, whilst writing that second part, the intended that the whole thing was supposed to lead somewhere. But half way through the post I kind of forgot... so ah... yeah thats why it went nowhere really
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Post by hk47fan on Dec 23, 2011 15:44:21 GMT -5
Sora Trok
I sat at my desk inside of my large offfice, on the top levels of the capital of Coruscant. I looked out at the planet before me; one giant city. Life continued on throughout the planet, no matter what the chaos was inside the government. Civillians lived and they flourished; more importantly, they did it safely.
And it was all thanks to me. I had spent years worth of resources and tireless effort to protect this planet; to protect this Galaxy. Coruscant was the planet that I lived on, so it was obviously the easiest to keep under my thumb, but I ensured that any other planet under the NR's control would be just as safe. So that the good people in this universe could live prosperously.
And now that was in jeopardy; in fact, it had been for many years. The Resistance, a small group run by people full of bitterness, had been trying for years to dethrone me and destroy my efforts. Of course, they had not succeeded, but even I had to acknowledge that they were a threat.
They had managed to infiltrate the New Republic. Infiltrate my government; all of this time, all of these years, they had an agent that was right under my nose and leaking information to them.
Winter. One of the few that I had thought remained with me, on my side, had been feeding them so much for all of this time; she was a top officer on Coruscant Security. But she'd never been loyal at all. She, throughout all of this, had actually been a traitor.
Just like all the others.
The door to my office flew apart, and in came Rhynna Volt, the Head of Coruscant Security. Rhynna was a loyal soldier; she always followed my orders. However, at the same time, I wasn't sure how efficient she was. Evidently, she had been Winter's boss all this time and missed this little detail. Now that Winter had been discovered and was on the run, I'd called Rhynna up here for an emergency meeting.
Winter had to be caught, and punished; she couldn't escape Coruscant.
"About time you got here," I growled, boiling anger in my voice. I was highly disappointed in Rhynna. "I can't believe you missed this. We found out that there was a leak in our intelligence months ago; I specifically ordered you to find out who it was and remove them. I told you to make it a priority. This was a mole in your security force."
Rhynna stood before me, hands folded behind her back. She nodded slightly. "Supreme Admiral, I have been fervently working to find the double agent. I investigated every lead that we were given and I tried to find more," she began. Before she continued, I stopped her.
"Yes, and every one of those leads was false. While you spent months arresting and killing the ones that you thought were the leaks, Winter was continuing to give our information to the enemy," I spat.
"We never had any information that led us to believe that Officer Retrac was working for the other side until recently. Any other evidcnce pointed us elsewhere," Rhynna said, in her usual diplomatic, emotionless tone. "However, I take full responsibility for my part in all of this. I was not able to find the correct double agent until it was too late. But, Admiral, I do not believe that is why you called me here. Now, we need to find her and arrest her."
"Yes, let's hope you can make more progress on that than you did on your previous investigation," I remarked. "The fact that she was able to escape is still ridiculous to me. Do you have any idea on where she is hiding?"
"I have my officers searching every sector of the planet. All spaceports are under heavy lockdown; anyone coming in or out is under inspection before they are allowed to land, or depart. CoruSec is positive that she is still on Coruscant," Rhynna explained to me, reverting to even more of a business-like tone.
"The Resistance will come for her, rest assured of that," I warned her, mulling over the situation at hand. "They are too emotional and sentimental to leave one of their own to fend for themselves."
"We are prepared for them, Supreme Admiral; we are keeping watch over everyone who arrives on the planet. They won't be able to get to her," Rhynna assured me.
"Find her. Search every inch of this planet until you find her," I ordered. I would not let Winter escape; she had to be brought for justice. She'd betrayed me and the New Republic, and she could not get away with that.
"The search has already begun, Admiral."
"Good. You are dismissed," I said, motioning for her to go.
Rhynna nodded, and turned to exit; I activated my comm on my desk, directly linked to my secretary outside my office. It was time for my next appointment of the day. "Send Kurt in," I said.
"Of course, Supreme Admiral," the secretary answered. "Oh, and your wife is here; she wishes to see you."
"Tell her I'm not available at the moment."
Miss Haltzilakas
I walked into my office on Cloud City, with what looked like an entire legion following behind me; Selas Taban, one of the co-leaders of the Resistance, and Talon Karrde, a smuggler who we had called here ourselves. Not only them, but a few from Karrde's crew were here, as well.
It was early in the morning, and Karrde had just arrived; I felt the need to greet him personally, and Selas joined me. As the leaders of the Resistance, the people that brought him here, it was only right that we greeted him ourselves. Han, the other leader of the Resistance, had the day off.
"Welcome to Bespin," I said with a light smile as I took a seat at my desk. Lando and Bria had graciously chosen to give me an office to help with our efforts; technically, Bespin was neutral, but Lando had been great in giving us a place for our base of operations. The office was nothing fancy, but it was needed.
The past thirteen years had been long and hard; a lot of work, and seemingly, barely any considerable progress. But every day, we got closer; and every day, it was worth it. We had to keep our heads up; even after all of these years, I had tried to keep my spirits up, just like they used to be. Thankfully, Selas and Han seemed to do the same.
"Both of us would like to thank you for coming," I said, gesturing towards Selas and myself. "All of you. We desperately need your help right now; Winter is in danger, and we owe it to her to get her out of this. She's one of us, and we can't get onto Coruscant ourselves. We need all of you."
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Post by Revan Jast on Dec 23, 2011 16:43:41 GMT -5
Kurt
"The Admiral is ready to see you," the woman said.
Kurt Jervada looked away from the paintings on the wall and nodded at the woman. With a hiss, the bulletproof doors on the other side of the room slid open. He passed through the entrance, raising one hand in greeting as Volt passed by. The merc was dressed in his usual garb: very dark military clothing, bulletproof vest, elbow and knee pads, high tech rifle on his back, pistol in a holster on the side of his belt. He had various gadgets stuffed in all his many pockets, to boot. In short, the man was a walking army, and he had the skills to show for it.
"Good morning, Admiral Trok," he said, nodding at Sora. His blue eyes locked onto Sora's, never wavering.
Selas
"Winter has been invaluable to us," he said, "but I fear we all knew this day was coming eventually. Sora is extremely paranoid, and with good reason. He has dangerous people close to him at all times... and suffice to say, not all of them are on his side."
The years, unsurprisingly, had not really taken a toll on Selas Taban. His face looked a tad bit more weathered, and he had dropped the full beard, going for a goatee instead. His hair wasn't quite as wavy as it used to be, either, and it was slightly longer, but for the most part, he looked the same as he did over a decade ago.
"I'd warn you that this is an extremely dangerous job, but I feel that it's not needed. What isn't dangerous, these days?"
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Post by hk47fan on Dec 23, 2011 16:56:51 GMT -5
Sora
I nodded at Kurt as a greeting, and motioned for him to sit down; I wasn't as displeased with him as I had been with Rhynna. "Time is of the essence, so I suggest we get right to business," I said.
Kurt had been one of my best men ever since I had taken on a more assertive role in the New Republic; he wasn't an official employee of CoruSec, or the military. He was simply my personal mercenary. He did many of the jobs that no one else could do. He was very useful to me. He was able to be fast and clean, which is something I couldn't say for many others. When there was a high-priority job, he was the man to call. I'd lost count of how many people Kurt had killed for me over the years.
"As you know, we've been thrown into a bit of a mess; CoruSec has flown into chaos," I told him. Kurt was nothing more than a mercenary, but I did like to keep him informed on what was going on, when I needed him. "Of course, the public can't know of how much unrest this is causing us. I wouldn't want them to be alarmed."
I paused for a moment, before continuing. "Winter is on the run; she knows that we are on to her and she is running scared. While this stops her from giving any more of our classified information to the Resistance, I refuse to let her get away with this. She betrayed me; she betrayed the people of the Republic."
Kurt had worked with Winter personally many times; she had assisted him on jobs that I had given him. And yet, through all of that, she was working for the other side. "You know how high up Winter was in our ranks; while we know her true intentions, she is still a smart woman. She could attempt to access any information inside our database that she wanted to. That is another reason why she must be found."
I continued to keep my eyes locked with Kurt's; I could not turn away. He needed to know the seriousness of this situation. "I have Rhynna and CoruSec on the hunt for her, but I don't know if they will be able to get the job done. They fumbled their way through the investigation of trying to discover who the agent even was; if they find her, that will be fantastic, but this is too critical to let it fall solely on their shoulders. I can't let Winter escape Coruscant. At least not alive."
I was silent again for a moment, letting Kurt take all of this in, before I finally gave him his assignment. "I want you to hunt her down."
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Post by RobbyL9 on Dec 23, 2011 19:23:45 GMT -5
Taris, how do I hate thee, let me count the fucking ways!
This couldn't be happening. How could this be happening? What could it mean? Was this really the fate that the Spirits had dictated? To be laying upon his back, helpless? Ammo drained, health packs shattered or used up. The pain in his chest, ironically, didn't seem to matter. It was nothing compared to the overlapping pain he had suffered for the last... what was it now, THREE years?!
To be honest he stopped keeping count a long time ago. Time seemed to hold little meaning anymore. It was like he was trapped in a void, an eternal prison where time and endless routine toward the same goal were his gatekeepers. How did he ever end up here? What could possibly bring him back to the planet he had hated since he was barely a man.
"Why? Why?" he asked the cloudly sky, pushing up his visor to see it unobstructed. -- "Why? Why?" his friend demanded "You swore a long time ago that you were out of this. We quit after you met her. I quit after you did, we agreed to it."
"You should know better than me bro. I'm broke. The money I stored up from our glory days is gone. Any more and I start drawing from you know where and that just ain't something I'm gonna do."
"Bud. Look you don't have to do this. You and me together we can do this ourselves. And you've heard the story, everyone keeps saying it's an urban legend. I seriously think you should consider-"
He just wasn't having it. "Bro, they're calling me up. Give her my love. Hope I see you soon." With a button press, the communication link was severed again. -- And that was it. For the sake of money he decided to brave the slums of Taris once again. Money. Was that seriously all it had ever been about? Even now as he laid bleeding, he wondered if the trip away from home, the becoming a mercenary, all of that had ever actually been to make a difference in the galaxy.
A fitting line of contemplation, it seemed. As soon as this thought crossed the lone and dying man's mind, the clouded sky began to rain. So he would rot into oblivion with all the rest of the bodies which surrounded him, the grisly markers of his own handiwork and now his eternal companions.
Yet somehow, as he lay there dying, bleeding from blaster points, projectile wounds and who knows what kind of internal injuries, a sweet sense of peace began to come over the mercenary. He realized in that moment that his overall mission wasn't about money. He reminded himself that for once he had served a purpose greater than himself, a purpose only he could possibly understand and righteously fight for.
The eyelids felt heavy, it wouldn't be long now. The rain now stormed over him, washing the gruesome crimson lake from beneath him. He closed his eyes, hoping to fall mercifully asleep before dying and perhaps see her face one more time. To fall into a dream, the one place where he would ever see his love's face again and the two of them could touch.
Even now his blood-loss induced delusion taunted the mercenary with visions of this woman. Her brown skin, graceful figure, determined eyes and thick black hair stood before him, enveloping him in the most beautiful and ethereal of visions. For a brief second causing him to wonder if he hadn't crossed over already or was on the cusp of it.
"Navit. My love. I am so sorry. I am here because of you. Because of us. If my failure here today means that I must forever be forbidden from you then so be it." Amazing how impending oblivion brings out the poet in even the most unlikely of people. "It is no less of a punishment than I deserve for letting her... F-for letting.."
His words couldn't form. The mercenary's breathing labored and his joints tremored ever so slightly. His lips turned blue and the dull chill of death embraced him before he could go on. So, this would be the day that the mission finally ended in failure. The day that a husband was unable to avenge his wife's murder and a father could not protect his daughter from the darkness.
This day had seen the end of Blades the Mercenary.
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Post by hk47fan on Dec 23, 2011 20:02:58 GMT -5
Caitlin Trok
Our patrol speeder zoomed towards the scene of the scuffle at what seemed like warp speed; Taris wasn't the Resistance's base of operations, but we had been trying to set up a fairly strong foundation here. Our influence may not reach far, but every location that we had was a bonus for us. Taris was under the control of the New Republic, but it was so far in the Outer Rim, it was easy for us to stay hidden. Being in the Lower City, and not the Upper City, helped as well.
Dr. Uli Divini, a longtime co-worker of mine from Bespin, and myself had taken leave from our jobs on Cloud City to join the Resistance forces here. They had a hospital and often needed medical assistance from professionals. Today was one of those times.
Conflict with the forces of the NR didn't happen often, but today, it had; it seemed that it had been a direct assault on the Resistance. A team of soldiers attacked one of our patrol teams, and a small but fierce battle ensued. We had gotten a distress call from the team warning us a while ago; now, Uli and I, along with another patrol team, were zooming through the Lower City to get to the scene where the fight had taken place.
We needed to see if it was still going on, and who needed help. There wasn't any way that someone wouldn't come out of this without an injury or two.
The rain was starting, which didn't help matters; trying to clean up a mess in the pouring rain was never easy work, but it was something that we'd just have to deal with. Even the Lower City, buried underneath buildings and platforms, wasn't safe from a storm or two.
"I don't have a good feeling about this," I whispered to Uli. Something in my gut told me that this would be a lot different than we expected.
Finally, the speeder pulled to a stop, and it was not hard to tell that we were at the battlefield. Bodies were everywhere; no one was standing. All of us immediately hopped out of the speeder, weapons at the ready, as we began to scan the area.
"Uli, you check on those people over there," I said, pointing to several downed Resistance troops. "I'll check over here."
I began to examine the bodies, while rain wetted my hair; I leaned down and checked the pulses of each and every one that I passed, but the result was just the same: They'd been wiped out. However, to be fair, the fate of the NR soldiers didn't seem to be any different.
"This is awful," I muttered, as I passed a few more bodies and checked on them. As my eyes scanned the ground, an interesting sight caught my attention: A man lying on his back, with something on his head that looked like a mask. He didn't look familiar.
I immediately leaned down and felt his pulse; I waited for a moment. Nothing. I continued to try to feel for one, pressing down on his wrist.
Finally, I felt something.
He was still alive. Barely, but he was still alive.
"Uli!" I called, looking for my co-worker. I looked at all of the Resistance soldiers. "I've found someone that's still alive! Come on, we have to get him back to the hospital!"
I turned the man over, observing his face; no, he didn't look familiar. But that didn't mean that he needed to be left to die.
"He's not even one of ours," one of the Resistance soldiers spat as they walked over. "Probably one of the NR scum. Leave him."
"If we don't do anything, this man will die, and I'd like to think that we all have enough honor to not leave someone to a death as horrible as this," I shot back, continuing to examine the man and his wounds. "He's lost a lot of blood. We have to work fast. Get him onto the speeder!"
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Post by Rain on Dec 24, 2011 8:28:47 GMT -5
Uli
Uli understood the soldiers reluctance to help the injured man. A decade ago Uli would have felt the same way. But he had realised that this war was not about killing all of your enemies, at least not for the Resistance. He also realised that it was inevitable that in many cases it was kill or be killed, but this war was really about gathering more to their cause. That was done a lot better with compassiom than with agression.
Sora Trok was officially one of the "bad guys" now, but that didn't mean that all of the NR's forces were. The guys you had to really watch out for were CoruSec. They changed from a planetary defence force to the NR's main offensive force. Some of the most ruthless killers in the galaxy worked for CoruSec, and some of the smartest too.
"Good work boys." He said to the soldiers as they hefted the man up. He looked like a mercenary of some sort. A pretty dangerous one Uli was betting. But he knew better than to judge by first appearances.
Hi comlink started to beep. So he answered it.
"Doctor Divini."
"Uli, it's Nilia." Said Nilia Karr. Nilia was the daughter of Nora Karr, a woman who stowed aboard a ship headed to Bespin with her children thirteen years ago. The family was granted a home by the Calrissians, and Nora took up her old job as a nurse. Uli and Caitlin worked with her until she died after catching a deadly disease working in the field on Felucia. Nilia became an aid worker, helping civilians who had been affected by the war, and he brother Skivv, known to all as Sky, became a mechanic and part time resistance pilot.
"I'm just letting you know that the woman I brought in the other day, the one you operated on, she just woke up. It looks like she's going to be OK, so I'm going to take her out of intensive care." She continued.
"Thats good news Nilia." Uli replied with a smile. It was touch and go for a while with that woman. It was always a sign that his job was worth doing when someone pulled through. "Since you're taking her out of IC that means we'll have a free bed, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Good. Caitlin and I found a man who is in dire need of medical attention. Looks like we're going to have to take him straight to theatre. I need you to prep the bed in IC for when we are finished operating."
"No problem." The woman replied, as Uli jumped back onto the speeder. "I'll get right on it."
"Thanks." Uli replied before switching off the device. "Alright let's go soldier."
The speeder took off, on the way back to the hospital, and Uli turned to Caitlin. "He looks pretty cut up, we're going to have to operate fast. By the looks of things it'll be a long procedure, if he survives the full length of it of course. I could use your help."
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