Fandom Star Wars - Rogue 2 - A Fantastic Distraction [[CLOSED]]

[Bazmund]

It is a time of unrest in the Galaxy.


The evil Galactic Empire, under the dominion of the ruthless and unscrupulous Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, holds all under their boots, and rule with iron fists and blaster fire.


But there is still hope.


A small band of rebels, known informally as the Rebel Alliance, has finally made a breakthrough in their plans to stop the Empire's new superweapon - the Death Star, a battlestation capable of destroying entire worlds.


They have a plot to steal its schematics.


Rogue Squadron, under the command of Rogue 1, will be performing the daring and extremely dangerous mission involving the actual theft - but the Empire is too strong, too watchful, too smart to steal from.


So...


They will need a Fantastic Distraction.



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This RP is based around the unheard exploits of the Elite Rebel team known as - or rather, unknown as - Rogue Squadron 2, or Rogue 2 for short. Their one job, their sole mission, was to provide enough of a distraction to the Empire for Rogue 1 to successfully steal the Death Star plans from under their noses, and naturally this job was even more dangerous than the theft itself.


To accomplish this, Rogue 2 would have to undertake a series of dastardly and unbelievable raids on Imperial bases, pulling off the impossible, to make the Empire blind to the real threat. It was a brilliant, and yet terrifyingly risky plan. It would have made a fantastic story...


... if any of them had survived it.


Sadly, in order to make Rogue 1's mission possible, Rogue 2 were forced to make the ultimate sacrifice to the cause of the New Republic, to the Rebel Alliance - and any who were not killed were either taken prisoner and never seen again, or went so far into hiding that even to this day, they would not know the Empire had been defeated.


Of course, that's why the rebels only chose suicidal maniacs in the first place, right?

Welcome to Rogue 2, Hero of The Rebellion.

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[Funkybub]

Standing around a table deep underground on Dantooine, stood several different Rebel commanders.

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“Our reports are coming in from our spies within the Empire. The reports are saying the Empire has developed some type of super weapon.” Commander Roberts spoke, looking down at her notepad. Her pale white skin was a stark difference to her fire red head which ran down her.


“What’s different about this one Ma’am?” A lower rank officer asked, looking up the Commander.


“Well Captain, the reports coming in claim that this new superweapon is a space station. Roughly the size of a moon.”


The entire table let out a shocked gasp. The size of a moon? How could that have happened?


“As we speak, we’re forming Rogue Squadron. This squadron will be running raids on a number of imperial bases, attempting to find the schematics to the super weapon.” The various commanders, generals and leaders spread across the table nodded their heads in agreement. The idea was good.


“But Ma’am. This mission, the Empire will be able to see them coming! We may have a squadron composed of some of the best pilots in the Rebellion, but against the Empire’s weapons, they’ll be shot down instantly!” “


We’re also forming Squadron 2. This team will be the main distraction for the team. We’ll need some fighters who are willing to die for us.” The leaders spread across the table nodded in agreement.


“Okay, send the message to the spies.” The order was made.
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Rogue 2 was about to be formed
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[Bazmund]

Darran set the ship's computer to calculating their course for the hyperspace jump to his next destination - a run down spacestation in pirate territory, where he'd been ordered to meet the Rebels - before rising from his seat, stretching, and wandering back to check on his captive.


Falcone Ventini. Or rather, Ketrina Declasen. She guarded her secrets well, but there are few things that can truly remain hidden from the Force - especially when the person hiding them doesn't know their captor can use it.


He could only wonder at the fear his presence caused her. She bore pain, that one, and perhaps he reminded her of its cause. Or perhaps she could not comprehend the source of the power and gravitas that he radiated when he glared at her.


And he did glare.


He did not like this woman. Not for her bounty hunting, not for her murders, not for all the stains on her history but one - slavery.


Truthfully? He had been keeping an eye out for her a long time before he had joined the rebellion, and begun seeking some form of redemption for his cowardice - some way back from the pseudo-dark side he had fallen into. He had made it a quiet goal of his to personally bring her to someone who cared about justice - even if it meant handing her over to the Imperials.


Tyrants they might be, but they knew how punishment was done.


He pressed a button on the steel grey of the interior wall, and a door to the cargo compartment hissed open, clicking as it slid into the wall. She was bound - and very securely so, if he might compliment his own well practiced technique - with thin durasteel cords, to the wall of his Starship.


He scowled, and walked up to her.


"Ventini." He said simply as a greeting, before removing her helmet.


And then he smiled thinly.


"I don't know why the Rebels wanted you, but I can't imagine their punishments for your crimes are going to be at all enjoyable. Well deserved, too." He tossed her helmet to the side.

 

[Funkybub]

Smugly smiling, Ketrina looked at her captor. Even if she was going to die, she was ready. The man mentioned the Rebels. Ha, they were only offering a third of what the Empire was offering for her alive. Actually, that’s a bit of an insult.


“If it’s anything like I’ve seen of the Empire, they’ll probably just shoot me and end up missing several times.” She spoke softly, looking the man directly in the eyes. “You look wise, so why are you going to the rebels when you could get three times as much if you go the Empire, who would actually kill me properly?”


“And you think they’ll believe it’s me if you hand me in standard clothes. Give them the helmet as proof and they’ll claim you stole my helmet. Hand me in without my armour and they’ll see you as a man who has kidnapped some random trader in Falcone Ventini’s armour. What’s it gonna be old man?”

 

[Bazmund]

"Why am I giving you to the rebels? Good question. How will they know it's you? You're not as subtle as you think you are. People know your face. At least one of those people works for the Rebellion. Besides." He leaned in, just slightly.


"I'm infinitely more trustworthy than you. And evidently more dangerous, if my capturing you is any indication - which it is."


He leaned back out, and approached the workbench in the same room. He had subdued her with his vibroblade, and whilst the weapon was resilient and strong, her armour was hardly soft. He needed to mend some nicks in the blade, which is an easy task when you have a metallic restorer on hand.


He warmed up the restorer, and began running it along the blade, like he was wiping it.

 

[Funkybub]

“Whatever you say buddy, whatever you say.” She spat back at him instantly. Crossing her legs with her hands tied tightly behind her back, she looked up at the man.


“You still didn’t answer my question. Why not the Empire?” She inquired, watching him begin to fix his vibroblade.


“And since I’m going to die anyway, I want to know exactly who you are. I know you’re a bounty hunter so that makes you instantly untrustworthy in my eyes.

 

[Bazmund]

"Why not the Empire? Because they're filled with people just like you."


He looked over his shoulder at her, and hatred flared in his eyes for a moment before he calmed it and looked away.


"Slaver scum. I'll tell you nothing of me."

 

[Funkybub]

Ket laughed at his response. “Slaver? That’s a new one in my books. Who’s offering a bounty for that one?” She questioned.


“They’re full of people like me? Ha.” She retorted. “Both sides, Empire and Rebel are full of scum. We’re all scum. Hell, you’re a bounty hunter, making you pretty scummy yourself.”

 

[Bazmund]

"Perhaps - and yet there is a more complete set of morals in me than there has ever been in you."


He laid his vibroblade down.


"We will be arriving soon. You'll go in with me, a blaster to your back, and binds tied even tighter than they are now. The rebels will take both of us - though our paths from then onwards we be somewhat different, I feel." He smiled thinly.


"Whatever they do, I hope it hurts, and that the pain never leaves you."

 

[Red Thunder]

Nar Shadda


the Last Resort bar


Midnight, common galactic time
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She'd left her armor, and indeed her shoulder cannon, aboard her starship. Given this seedy moon's reputation for enthusiastic criminality, it had seemed the smart thing to do. About her, patrons of the Last Resort moved from bar to booth, from dancer to drink, each trying to pay as little attention to the others as they could manage while still having a good time. It was the safe thing to do; one could never be sure when some big shot crime boss might decide to hold a meeting within the bar's degenerate walls, and it was safer to avoid even the appearance of interest in anything but your own business.


Rhiannon Trex had business, to be sure, but she didn't have the foggiest idea what that business was. Senator Organa's instructions had been clear enough: go to the Last Resort, get a shot of Corellian brandy from the bartender, sit in the corner booth farthest from the bar, and wait. She'd given him a really dirty look once she heard that plan. Sneaking around, playing under the table...she hated it.


But war drives us all to do things we wouldn't usually, I guess.





Snorting to herself indelicately, Rhia threw back the shot. At least in her street clothes, a non-descript dark brown jacket, black pants, and a blood red scarf, she tended to blend in with the locals.


In the back of her mind a warning bell went off, and the Cathar immediately pulled the glass away from her face and looked around. But nothing had changed, and the crowd continued to mind its own business. Forehead tense in frustration, Rhia glanced down. There on the table just before her lay a single entry datapad. Hesitantly she keyed it on, half expecting it to explode. Instead it flashed to life, displaying the code phrase Exogarth eats everything, as well as coordinates set back within the deeps of the Outer Rim. Rhia stared at it suspiciously. More Sithing spy work. Shaking her head, she scooped up the datapad and stalked out of the bar, leaving its unwashed denizens to play the game of subtlety and misdirection that she so thoroughly hated.

 

[Funkybub]

“Whatever you say Captain, whatever you say.” Ket spat back instantly at the man, leaning herself back against the cold steel of her ‘cell’. “Just wake me up when we get there.”


Meanwhile, sitting at the bar of the space station's cantina , R2-B9 at his side was Jadean Isan. His journey across various star systems had guided him here. A sleazy bar in the middle of nowhere. Brushing his hands through his long hair, he stared blankly at the wall behind one of the droid bartenders, his mind was simply repeating exactly what that Jedi said in his dying breath many years ago.


Until R2-B9 suddenly let out a number of beeps and woops. Twisting his head, Jadean looked down at his droid companion.


“No, we’re not staying here forever.”


The green R2 unit let out another series of beeps.


“We’re only staying until either our friend comes along or I get bored and decide to leave.”


Jadean knew it was going to be a long night in this bar.

 

[Bazmund]

"Move." He said simply, jabbing his blaster pistol into the base of her spine. "Don't think of trying to start anything, because I'll just shoot you, and nobody will care. I've done several hand offs here and they know who I am - and they certainly like me more than they like you."


They walked slowly through the corridors of the space station, past small bands of pirate, off duty, and past other bounty hunters, too. One of them occasionally congratulated Darran on another quality catch - and one of them went so far as to smack Ket's ass as she went by, chuckling sadistically.


"You're quite a soft bounty hunter, really, so I'll wager you've never actually been this far into the outer territories."


He smiled. Thinly.


"All the more entertainment for me."

 

[Funkybub]

Ket just sighed as she was pushed through the space cantina, her hands still bounded. Once they reached the bar, she turned to her captor.


“Do you, get off on abusing me? Patronising me is kind of low. Anyway, since I’m going to die, care to get me a drink?” She asked sarcastically.


The new arrival caught the attention of most of the cantina. Including Jadean. Jadean recognized the man. The man had been on his radar before, when he was in the Empire. Darran or something like that. Nothing much arose but Jadean knew the man from somewhere.

 

[Bazmund]

"No and no - but I'm certainly going to have one. Jas, you know my favourite, bring it over will you?" The barman nodded and grumbled about churros or something.


"Booth in the corner. Sit down opposite me and keep your hands above the table. We're waiting for some other operatives to arrive, and then the handler will approach us."


He jabbed the blaster into her kidney.


"And I don't much care what you sense in me, or how many other men you've seduced over the few years of your wasted, too short life, if you try something silly I will simply shoot you dead, and almost certainly enjoy myself far too much in doing so. Now please sit down. And be quiet."

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Coordinates

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Bail Organa had slipped her some of his private funds before she left, intending her to make use of them to further her goal. And she had: the small freighter, barely worthy of the term, pulled into the derelict space station's docking bay, firing its repulsors intermittently to make as smooth a landing as possible. Soon after Rhiannon emerged down the loading ramp, still in her civilian gear. A quick look told her plenty: just like the bar back on Nar Shadda, this place was almost certainly full of interesting and quite possibly deadly people. The corner of her mouth pulled back in a grimace, and she strode into the hallway, pausing only briefly as she saw a man with some female at gun point moving from one corridor to the next. She shook her head. Empire or Republic, it seemed like this kind of work would always find a foothold. Bounty hunting. Ugh.


The Cathar found the cantina not too long afterwards. Not only did it seem to consist of the majority of the small metal island in space, but every turn she came to gave directions to get there. And, too, the ruckus blasting from its open doors echoed through the corridors. Cautiously, her weapon hand brushing the grip of her blaster pistol reassuringly, Rhia stepped within the archway.


Her practiced body guard eye was immediately drawn the even the vaguely familiar. From her position at the entrance, she watched as the man she'd seen from before nestled his blaster into his prisoner's side and escorted her into a corner booth. Trusting her instincts and filing both the suspicious fellow, his prisoner, and their position in the back of her brain, Rhia stepped up to the bar.


"Oozing Rancor, on the rocks and on the hop."


She placed a credit chip on the bar of a denomination she was certain far exceeded the cost of the drink, even in this backwater station, hoping that her generosity would inspire a bit of volunteered information from the barkeep. For his part, Jas looked up from the drink he was making, the sizzle of cooking churros on the stovetop near him filling the ears of those in his immediate area. With a noncommittal shrug, he went back to finishing his previous order.

 

[jole875]

Doran made his way through the market of Nar Shadda, he had gotten word that an import of a dozen old pit droids was stolen from a freighter. He always wanted some pit droids, they always proved to be a useful bunch of extra hands. He had been searching for them for the past few hours while he was on the planet, it was just luck that he was told to meet up with some other rebel agents here. Behind him four old security droids painted white made sure no one tried pick pocketing Doran. From time to time they'd have to stun someone that was getting a little to feely. He was quite annoyed, to the point that he began throwing bolts and screws that he found on the ground at the shops he considered to be a pigsty or worse. Finally after cussing an old trandoshan out he decided he might aswell go to do whatever mission he had been given. He just hoped that this time it didn't involve the hutts, Doran really doesn't like those overpriced slugs. Walking through the doors of the cantina he could almost instantly smell the odor of the scum in the underground. He didn't usually go walking into cantinas but it obviously wasn't his choice. Walking straight to the bar he got the attention of the barkeep,"Get me some blue milk." The barkeep only replied with,"No Droids." Doran never understood why they did this but with a flick of his hand the four droids went walking straight for the door. After being served his blue milk he made his way to the booth that was supposed to be the meetup for him and the other operatives. After making his way through the sabacc players he eyed the patrons already sitting at the booth, setting his drink down on the table he smiled and said,"I'd hope you are people supposed to be sitting here or I am going to have to shoot you, just kidding." Doran sat down with a chuckle, sipping on his blue milk.

 

[Funkybub]

Feeling the blaster dig into her kidney, Ket flinched her head listening to everything her captor was saying. She was fine with dying. Nothing scared her about that.


Sitting herself in the booth opposite her captor, she raised her hands and left them on the table. Sitting upright, her eyes scouted around the cantina, staring at the various creatures and humans spread amongst the bar. Creatures of different size and shapes sat doing their own thing; eating and drinking mainly but some creatures could be seen in the corner.


Standing at the bar, Jadean kept drinking the bland fluid he had ordered and been ordering for the night. All until he watched Darran sit himself down with a female prisoner.


Wandering over to the table, Jadean stood with his R2-B9 at his side.


“Well hello old friend.” He said, directly to Darran. “Darran Dreiss. It’s been a few years.”

 

[Bazmund]

Darran held his finger up at Ket for a moment, to keep her quiet in case she felt like mouthing off.


"Jadean." He said, squinting for a moment, before grinning and standing to shake his hand. "It has been a few years hasn't it? What happened? Why are you back here at this place? I thought you took to working around Kessel - plenty of new, foolish smugglers to catch there, trying to outdo that one ship, the Centenary Hawk or Millenium Falcon or somesuch."


He sat down again, and moved up a little.


"Have a seat, my friend. Allow me to introduce you to Falcone Ventini - my latest bounty, and an absolute failure to impress." He turned to her for a moment. "The stories made you out to be much more than you showed yourself as."


And then the Nautolan came over.


"Shoot us? My friend, you have no chance of succeeding with that. If I can bring down the reputed Falcone Ventini, I can certainly bring down y-" He stopped.


He felt something. A ripple in the Force.


He looked around for a moment, already knowing its source, but still expecting some dark side adept to be hunting him - as he had felt more than once through the years.


And then, back to the Nautolan.


He leaned forwards, and hushed his voice, speaking almost entirely through the Force - a trick the Jedi were taught to ensure that those they wished to hear them would always be able to, whilst not entirely eliminating, but minimising the risk that anyone else would be able to. It's how Jedi are able to talk to eachother whilst they're meant to be on stealth missions.


"I'm not entirely sure where I've seen you before, but if you're carrying a lightsaber now, I suggest wholeheartedly that you give it to me immediately."


He quietly drew his blaster under the table, hoping that Jadean would follow his lead and do the same.


Just like an inquisitor, it would be, to hide under the guise of a droidmaker, to root out force sensitives - and he had been sloppy with hiding himself lately.

 

[jole875]

Doran slowly placed his blue milk down, which he had drunk all of. He like the counterpart questioning him, leaned in very close. With a loud chuckle he whisperd,"And I'll make sure to hand over my clone army of hutts. People haven't seen lightsabers in ages and if I had one I would sell it for extra parts, I hear they're pretty useless to be honest with you." Doran didn't know where this human got the bright thoughts to ask about his lightsaber, but if he showed concern he would break the mask of his lie. It had been quite a while since a Sith could feel him, the last one was a young twilek girl that was too slow on the draw. "But on a serious note, I am quite hopeful you are the people supposed to be here. I would be very embarrassed to be in that situation," Doran said with a slight smile as he tried to get the last drops of blue milk out of his cup. Doran wasn't much of a fighter anymore he usually lets his droids take on his adversaries but in this case he'd have to do this himself, if it got out of hand.

 

[Funkybub]

"I've been around Darran. You know me, smuggling is risky business but it pays a fair amount." Jadean said, taking the hand of his fellow friend and smuggler. "That isn't Falcone Ventini. First of all. Falcone Ventini was last seen on Naboo a few weeks ago. And second of all, look at her. She's scrawny and weak! I believe you've been duped my friend." Jadean said, laughing at his companion's apparent mistake. Jadean was fairly good friends with Darran despite the war crimes he had carried out under Imperial Service. No one knew of that.


Listening as the Nautolan walked over, Jadean watched Darran's hands move to his blast. Slowly his hands fell to his own blaster, holding onto his blaster very softly.


There was a sense of uneasement between the 4 people. All until Ket spoke aloud "Hey Blue Milk Boy, get me a drink and I'll make it worth your wild."

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Coordinates

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She didn't even wait for the Nautilan's reply. Rhia had seen the bounty hunter pull his blaster, recognizing the movement rather than actually seeing the weapon. Admittedly she knew nothing of who this Nautilan was, nor what his business was with the humans with whom he spoke. And in all honestly getting involved in some dispute of which she was completely unaware of the details, on a backwater station in the Outer Rim where no one would honor her credentials as an officer of the Imperial Guard, with absolutely no back up was certainly not the wisest course of action. But as ever, her training and morals kicked in. As the Nautilan tipped his glass back and tapped the bottom of it to get the last drops of his drink, the Cathar bolted toward them with an almost unnatural speed.


She appeared on the Nautilan's right side. Planting a foot behind his, Rhia pulled hard on his right shoulder with her left hand, yanking him backwards and out of the line of fire. At the same moment, she whipped her blaster off her belt and shoved it into Darran's face pointedly.


"Put 'em away, boys. This place was peaceful until you started that nonsense." Her golden eyes looked hard from Darran to Jadean and back again. "Let's not have trouble."


@Funkybub @Bazmund @jole875

 

[Bazmund]

The cantina stopped and fell deadly silent. The patrons watched and waited, indifferent to the outcome but already entertained.


"Do you truly know who you are protecting, young one?" Darran smiled unfalteringly. The Force would guide him if he needed it.


It had kept him alive far beyond it had any reason to, and maintained the connection with him for a lot longer than he deserved.


"That nautolan is..." His words faded, though, when he felt her, too.


The Force. Slightly. Weakly. Not enough to be a Jedi, perhaps - not without extensive and unnatural training, that can only be found on the Dark Side.


But The Force.


You know, he actually hadn't felt this many force users together at once since before the purge.


Well. Not without most of them being darksiders at least.


"... And so are you."


He holstered his blaster and rested his hands on the table.


"Sit down, both of you." He said quietly. The other bounty hunters were beginning to look with suspicion now, rather than amusement.


"And for your information she is most certainly the Ventini girl. I do not make my moves without being sure, and I feel it to be true - and you know the accuracy of my feelings, they've saved your life more than once."

 

[jole875]

Doran let out a puff of air as he watched the situation unfold, he messed with the command console on his wrist for his droids.


The last time something like this happened it ended up with him having to fight his way through a dozen stormtroopers with his droids at his back, but then he had seven.


Using his right hand he pushed himself off the ground and upright, while dusting himself off he chuckled and said,"The more trouble you cause the more the bounty hunters in here will look to take your prize."


After taking a seat at the booth he nodded to the unknown patron that had attempted to protect him,"I would have had your back if people started shooting other people," Doran said with a soft tone, trying to show his gratitude.


"But in a sense I think it's apparent we are on the same side," Doran said trying to get the attention of a waitress.

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Coordinates


Rhia bared her teeth, scowling at Darran. Her blaster was still up and ready. "I don't think I will sit. Standing suits me. Especially when blasters start getting pointed at people. And especially when I'm underestimated.


"Or patronized. 'Young'? You can't be much older than me, bounty hunter. Even if you are looking really gray on the sides."


Nevertheless, Rhiannon did reholster her pistol, though she remained in a state of readiness. Hands on her hips, her golden eyes stared at Darran's. Hard.


"So my new pal and I have something in common, huh?" Her tone echoed the look of incredulity on her face, though she spoke quietly, mirroring the caution he'd displayed when making the implication earlier. Rhia pressed on in spite of the Nautilan's remark, unintentionally rude though she was being. "And just whatever might that be? I'll tell you right now, if you know anything about me, you'd best provide a good explanation as to how. Cause I got something important to do, and I can't have any loose ends."


Her right hand dropped to caress her pistol grip, the implication clear.

 

[Bazmund]

"Nothing. Nothing at all." He smiled.


"But please. Sit. Something in me feels that our meeting - even if it was a tumultuous one - was not by chance."


From the opposite end of the cantina, a figure in a traveller's cloak and armour, with a sturdy combat blaster at his belt, and a scar across his eye, grey and milky from the damage, strode over.


"You make noise. A lot of it. It's fortunate that we do not need you for subtlety. All of you stand, and follow me into the back room, immediately. I was having some fun watching you quarrel, but a contact has informed me that a small Imperial fleet went into hyperspace in a nearby system, and their trajectory matched our location. We may have as little as 15 minutes before they arrive, and another five on top of that before they seize the station."


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