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

[Bazmund]

Chapter 1 - A Test of Loyalty

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A smoky back room, with a small table and a half dozen rebel officers, smugglers, and small time pirate lords gathered around it. They pored over blueprints and plans, and at least one was chewing something probably narcotic to help with stress.


"They're here."


"About frelling time." A pirate growled. "We've thrown too much in with you to not get the payoff now, understood?" He shouted, obviously tense.


"Relax, Kama." A smuggler chuckled. "I know these Rebels - and I know the bounty hunters they've hired, though the Cathar lady looks new. Speaking of..." He straightened up and delivered her a charming wink. "Has anyone bought her a drink yet?"


"They'd better be good. We have too much ridin' on this." The pirate grumbled, sitting down and pulling out a deathstick.


"Everyone, welcome." An old woman's voice rose above the others. For someone as ancient as she looked, she was also surprisingly upright and tall, and had the air of a terrific military commandant about her. "I am Commander Aleksandra, and I lead these rebels."


A pirate growled lowly in the background.


"In coalition, temporarily, with these pirates."


He stopped growling, placated.


"You're here for one reason, and one reason alone. That reason is... to provide us with a truly Fantastic Distraction."


The heroes looked puzzled for a moment, and Falcone - or Ket, rather - looked angry at what she had been dragged into suddenly. She would probably have been ok with anything but either the rebels or the Empire, honestly. She could deal with pirates and slavers - she was pirates and slavers - but not this.


"The Empire has, we believe, constructed a superweapon of unprecedented power. It is called the Death Star, and it is believed to house within it enough firepower to destroy entire planets. We don't mean merely burn the surface- that's been done before- we mean complete destruction of the celestial body itself, and if that does not scare you, then you're significantly braver than I am. Also dumber, no doubt."


She turned around to the table, and the heroes of Rogue 2 - as they would be known within the hour - gathered behind her.


A button was clicked, and a hologram flickered to life in the air in front of them, blue light glowing like the end of days in the darkened room.


"This is the Dominator, a Star Destroyer battleship upon which the plans to this superweapon are believed to be kept."


She turned back to them.


"You will not be stealing them for us."


"Instead, you will be providing the Empire with noise and disturbance to investigate whilst another team of specialised spies and pilots is launched in total stealth to steal them. The security around these plans is tight enough to ensure the complete failure of any of our plans to acquire them without first distracting the Empire, so you'll need to make a long series of very big, very painful holes in the Imperial Infrastructure, in order to stop them from achieving victory."


"In other words, lads, a suicide mission." One pirate interrupted.


"Yes." Commander Aleksandra agreed sadly. "Almost certainly. But absolutely necessary, and we have nobody else who would be able to reliably complete it. You are all the best in your fields, though you did not until now have any affiliation with us, and we believe that you might last long enough to help us win this. Once and for all."


She turned back to them fully, her eyes shining with what might have been the last hope she'd ever feel, given the proximity of the Imperial Fleet at that very second.


"We need you to be Rogue 2 for us. I haven't sugarcoated it because we will not resort to the ways of the Empire, and we will not have you coerced into this, or lied to."


"But please. I've never begged for anything in my life, and I'm not going to start now, but if you don't help us now, all will be lost. The Dark Side and The Empire will have won."


"Forever."


"What do you say?"

 

[Funkybub]

Jadean sat there in utter silence, listening to the old commander talk to their entourage of renegades, bounty hunters, pirates and honourable folks.


Jadean knew what he needed to do. He knew this would be the way to redeem himself. The horrors of that village still ran through his mind every single waking moment.


This was the way he was going to be remembered. Remembered as a hero of the Rebellion, maybe evening bringing an end to this plague which had spread through the universe.


“I’m willing to do it.” Jadean said, raising his voice to break the silence which had fallen upon the room.


Meanwhile, Ket sat beside Dorran, twiddling her fingers. She had no intention of staying here, well it seemed as if she was being dragged into this.


“Wait. Why am I here if you’re trying to recruit people to do suicide missions?” She sighed before speaking aloud. “I couldn’t care less about your stupid suicide missions. Both the Empire and The Rebels are corrupt scum.”

 

[Bazmund]

The Commander smiled sadly.


"Perhaps. But one is worse than the other - as it always is. And if you're asking why we asked Master Dreiss here to bring you along, it's because the first task we have is a very simple one, but it requires someone who knows the layout of a certain base."


A new image flickered to life on the holo-projector. An asteroid.


"I assume you are familiar with Oovo IV?"


The asteroid rotated so that a large structure was visible, on the other side, enveloped tightly in what appeared to be an energy shield designed both for defense, and atmosphere maintenance.


"Home to Desolation Alley, one of the mightiest, highest security prisons in the known galaxy." The Commander introduced it.


"Also currently home to Moda Svelta, the baddest pirate to ever pirate!" A pirate growled. "Our crinking Captain, caught by those Imperial dogs!"


"Savin' 'er son from the very same, nonetheless." Another pirate shook his head sadly.


"They also have a good friend of ours in prison right now." One of the smugglers said, cool, and collected. "Gentleman by the name of Jem Soren. Ladies, you may already be acquainted with him, he, uh... he really gets around. We'd like him back too."


"Not to mention the thirteen rebel agents, officers, and spies they've managed to capture - all of them awaiting interrogation and termination."


"You're to use Ketrina Declasen - also known by her alias, Falcone Ventini - to access the compound and find the prisoners, and then extract them in the most spectacular war possible."

 

[Funkybub]

Key raised her hand. "On one condition. I get my armour back." She said, knowing the information she retained was key to the success within the operation.


"You let me have my armour and let me actually in a combat role. If you accept those conditions, I'm in"

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Point
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"'Suicide mission' is right," Rhia muttered under her breath. "Organa didn't mention springing pirates from their cages, either."


But she remained quiet and watchful as the other said their piece or detailed the plan. At Ket's conditional offer of acquiescence, the Cathar shook her head.


"Listen, Ketrina. You've got a reputation through that alias of yours, and I don't need to tell you that it isn't a great one. What's with the sudden change of heart?


"Hell." She stood up, arms crossed and eyes suspicious. "I'm not sure whether I can trust any of these people you want me to work with, Aleksandra. You say we're the best in our fields: well, what are those? I don't know these people from Space-Adam. You talk about a suicide mission. Yeah, okay. I get that. But trying to invade one of the most heavily guarded installations in Imperial control with people I've never met before, let alone worked with, is the real suicide."


There was a brief uncomfortable pause. Shrugging, Rhia glanced vaguely in the others' direction.


"No offense. You're good people, I'm sure. But what the Commander is proposing is just bad tactics. I don't mind dying, but my death better Sithing mean something.


"Though a stiff drink could certainly make things easier to accept." She grinned, a mixture of good natured fun and predatory hunger, and looked toward the crowd of smugglers. "I think someone suggested buying me one?"

 

[Bazmund]

The smuggler gave a devilish grin.


"Oh, absolutely. What's your poison?" He sauntered over, cool as carbonite.


"Yes, you're all the best in your fields. I don't know or care what they are, to be completely honest with you. I just know that you never would have gotten this far without that - I mean, come on, do you really think you were all chosen randomly? Senator Organa chose you for a reason, just as the rest of you were allowed to overhear our agents talking about suicide missions for a reason."


The Commander growled.


"As for my tactics, child, I assure you that they're some of the finest in the rebel alliance. I wouldn't have lived as long as I have if they weren't, now would I? You're all strangers to eachother now, but nobody is a stranger after you've fought beside them, and if we've really taken as long as we have for this, you're all going to have to fight beside eachother just to get out of here alive."


Outside, Imperial corvettes came out of hyperspace, and began scanning the locale, largely unaware of the illegal and off the grid space station currently being used by the rebellion.


But they wouldn't stay that way for long.

 

[jole875]

Doran had been listening to everyone talk for quite a while, it did make some sense. He wasn't very sure about this though, a suicide mission on an imperial ship? Say if he didn't die did he get to keep the ship, he didn't much mind dying like that for a good cause but what if he survived?


"Alright I'm in, but I want to know one thing. Why'd you meet us here and not on a rebel base. Mighty brave of you to do this in public, there's bound to be imperial agents around." Doran said with a slight grin as he started going through each of his pockets taking out anything unneeded.


Like a being covered in cold water Doran shivered, he was having a really bad feeling a few seconds later he could hear large ships coming out of hyper space. "Well shit," Doran paused to pull out his blaster and turn around, if imperial agents were in the cantina they'd be waiting right outside the door,"Who's gonna go out first I certainly don't want to."

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Point
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"Oh, absolutely. What's your poison?"


"Anything that'll make this decision easier. The best decisions aren't made sober, after all."


The Commander's rebuttal to her went largely ignored. The question was never whether Rhiannon would join in this craziness; rather, she'd merely felt things needed to be said. Having said them, she was fine with doing as she was told.


Or what the circumstances demanded. She'd just received the glass of alcohol when Doran leapt up, blaster in hand. His reaction was good, displaying battle readiness, but his words were another manner. Throwing back the drink and saluting her generous smuggler with the empty glass, the Cathar pulled free her own weapon and stalked toward the door.


"Then move aside, you damn hut'uun. We're all gonna get shot at. The order that we do isn't important.


"Hey, Aleksandra!" She glanced back. "We've all got our own ships, I'm guessing. Where are we rendezvousing? Be good to know where to meet up to begin our assault from."


Shouts and the sharp crack of a few blaster bolts echoed through the door. Baring her teeth, Rhia turned back to it and clenched her free hand, preparing to grab the first Imp that came into their room and blast their guts out.

 

[Bazmund]

"Assuming they survive the Imperial assault, you can find us on an abandoned Separatist listening post, out in the Rishi system." Aleksandra shouted as the new group of heroes exited the back room, and she began barking orders to her men.


As the group burst out into the cantina to find a squad of stormtroopers opening fire on the patrons - who were fighting back quite admirably, in fact.


"Go!" Aleksandra roared, and went out ahead of the heroes, putting down stormtroopers with frightening efficiency.


Meanwhile, Darran began to perceive a... minor disturbance in the force.


Something much darker than what he had felt in his companions.

 

[Funkybub]

R2-B9 had sneaked past the Imperials as they began their ‘spice search’. Upon hearing the blasters ring out from the Cantina, Jadean pulled out his own blaster and readied it, preparing for the upcoming battle about to commence.


As the doors slowly slid open, Jadean fired the first shot, hitting an Imperial Stormtrooper directly in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.


Running to cover, Jadean popped his head every few moments, mentally preparing and planning a route back to his Freighter. Within moments, he had a fully developed plan in his head, ready to take it.


Meanwhile, Ket had remained quiet despite being questioned by what was believed to be called Rhia. Hearing the sound of blasters begin to fire, Ket ran beside Darran.


“I guess I could use a blaster and a ride to this mission. Care to be a darling?”

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Point

~

Exposure and Escape
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Rhia scowled.


"The Rishi system? And a Seperatist base? What the he-"


But Aleksandra had already begun commanding the wild eyes group of pirates, smugglers, and rebels, who in turn has began storming out back the way they'd entered. It seemed, however, that the Cpmmander intended them to move a different direction. Scanning the room, she spotted it: a far door in a shadowed corner. She cursed, eyeing the ensuing fight. It didn't sit right, not participating. But they had to get to the next step. Turning away, Rhia raised voice, trying to be heard over the din.


"Oi! You lot of Distracters! We've got a better way out, one with less opposition." Pointing with her free hand, she took off at a quick jog toward the backdoor she indicated. "Let's go!"


Suddenly she stopped. The smuggler who'd provided the earlier drink was down not two feet from her, propped against an overturned table with a gaping hole from an Imperial blaster bolt in his chest. Kneeling beside his body, she smiled.


"Thanks for the drink, friend."


With a kiss on his forehead, the Cathar stood and ran, determined to make the retreat as ordered.

 

[Bazmund]

"Sure, why not? Give you a blaster so you can shoot me in the back and steal my ship, why don't I? You'll have to try harder than that." He snapped back at her, before unsheathing his vibroblade, and drawing his blaster.


They proceeded carefully through the station together, taking the less crowded route around the outer ring of corridors, where the strange, alien off-duty style shops were.


"Shh." He said suddenly.


A pair of stormtroopers were approaching them, from down the opposite end of the corri-


Blaster bolts! Everywhere! They'd activated the fully automatic functions of their blaster rifles, and were unleashing bright red hell on the pair.


"You know what? Fuck it. Don't betray me, Ketrina. I can find you again if I need to, and I'll win the fight again too." He sliced her bindings with his vibroblade, and thrust the blaster into her hands.


"Cover me!" He ordered, as he skirted around the partition between the shop they'd ducked into and the next one, edging closer to the stormtroopers.

 

[Bazmund]

The smuggler looked up for a moment, not quite dead.


"It was a pleasure, Kitten. Maybe I'll see you again some time, eh?" He said weakly, before his eyes fluttered shut, and his body went limp.


Only time, and how cute a couple the pair of them would have made, would tell if there was any way he could be made to survive his injuries.

 

[Funkybub]

Ket nodded as she received the blaster in her hand. Crouched beside a pillar, she heard the command of ‘cover me’ barked to her from Darran. Peeking her body around, Ket fired the blaster once, hitting one of the many Stormtroopers slowly approaching the pair. Another shot erupted from the blaster, this time just passing by Darran.


Hearing the two Stormtroopers hit the ground, Ket checked the corner from around the pillar once again. It was clear. Taking a large breath in, she paced herself from behind the pillar, heading towards the landing docks, where she had been transported from mere minutes ago.


Meanwhile, Jadean did the same thing. Finding himself on the opposite side of the cantina, narrowing avoiding the large majority of the Imperial Stormtroopers. Firing in countless directions, Jadean was also out on the landing dock, running towards his own small freighter which was docked in the central of the docking bay.


Running up the ramp, Jadean returned the shots being fired towards him, unaware if his shots even hit their targets. Climbing the ramp, he slammed his hand onto a button which raised the metal ramp, folding it into the ship.


Breathing in, Jadean remained his composure and headed into the cockpit, firing up the ships engines. As the engines fired up, R2-B9 rolled in to the cockpit. Turning his head, Jadean smiled as his spacecraft rose into the air, leaving the space station.

 

[jole875]

Doran ducked under a table, really storm troopers everywhere. After pressing a few buttons on his wrist he issued a command and he could hear his four droids mowing down stormtroopers just outside the cantina. Before he could get to his feet he took a blaster bolt in his shoulder, it grazed his arm but sent him back onto the ground on his back.


Writhing in the pain he growled as a shadow came over him, a stormtrooper covered in blood stood over him. With a sigh he rose his green hands in surrender but before the stormtrooper made a move he fell forward after taking a few blasts in the back.


Behind the trooper stood three of Doran's droids, helping him to his feet and giving him his pistol he smiled and said,"I owe you one." Doran had always liked droids, maybe they could be turned on you but when your an engineer like Doran fail safe programming comes easy.


Like a fish in water, Doran sped through the streets behind him his fourth droid had rejoined them. When he made it back to his ship he saw that two dozen stormtroopers were inspecting it and had an engineer trying to hack into the landing bay doors.


Stopping just before he was seen he dived into an alleyway and began pressing commands on his wrist. After a few seconds the landing bay door lowered and as soon as the stormtroopers began boarding blue blaster bolts started flying out of his ship.


Before the troopers could react more than a dozen were on their backs dead or so injured they were acting dead. Coming out from the alley he was hiding in he began blasting stormtroopers like they were in a firing line. Behind him his four droids were letting loose with automatic blasters.


It didn't take long to deal with the stormtroopers, after blasting the last trooper through the back after he tried running he turned his attention to the engineer who was hiding behind a few crates. "Get their weapons on board, I'll deal with this," he walked past the crate and turned to the engineer who turned out to be a chiss woman. "I hope you had fun trying to get in my ship," with that simple statement he stunned the woman and took her pistol and jogged onboard to his freighter. When come on board he saw that inside several more of his droids, which were in ill repair had been there to shoot the stormtroopers when they attempted to get on board. Though like a shift in the wind he could feel something a dark presence, Doran's own force sensitivity wasn't very strong but he could still feel it.

(His ship ^)

 

[Red Thunder]

The Outer Rim


Rendezvous Point

~

Traitor
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The backdoor was the way to go, it seemed, for there was absolutely no opposition on the other side of it, nor in the corridor beyond it. Gripping her pistol tightly, distrustful of the emptiness, Rhia moved briskly, keeping as silent as she could.


The path stayed true, as did the lack of stormtroopers. The occasional sign directed Rhia back toward the docks, and as she proceeded, she felt herself slightly disappointed with where she found herself in this mission. Once again she, the soldier, was required to play the part of the rogue, the scoundrel. Alone, too; if the lack of echo was any indication, none of her fellows had followed her. Cursing the lack of combat as well as the lack of companionship, the Cathar turned the last corner to the docks.


And almost ran straight into a trooper. He pulled up just as quickly as she did, both equally and momentarily stunned by the other's appearance. Rhia recovered first. Sprinting for a discarded crate she'd just passed in the hallway, she squeezed off a few rounds from her blaster pistol. Every single one went wide of her enemy, scorch marks in the far wall her only reward. Peeking around her cover, she scowled as she viewed her handiwork. Blasted weapon looked intimidating in her hand, but unless she was at point blank range it rarely did her any real good. It was times like these she missed her shoulder cannon most.


A rain of blaster fire broke her introspection, and she ducked back behind the duraplast box. The stormtrooper was carrying a Sithing rifle; she certainly did not want to get stung by one of those. She held her position, boding her time to see what her enemy might do.


The energy blasts stopped suddenly, and a digitally altered voice called out.


"You're a damned traitor, Trex." Where had she heard that voice before? "And you're not gettin' outta here alive."


There was the telltale click of the rifle's magnetic grip activating as the trooper placed it on his back. It was followed immediately by the rasp of withdrawn metal and the buzz of s vibroblade. She smiled in spite of herself. At least this Imp was willing to fight honorably. Checking first to ensure it was safe to do so, Rhia stood up and holstered her pistol.


"Depends on who you talk to, Lieutenant Jenson, sir." She'd hit upon it: it was an old battle buddy of hers in basic training, a prodigy in knife fighting. Sure enough, the stormtrooper, golden shoulder guards denoting his rank, held a vibroknife comfortably in his hand. Shaking her head, Rhia rounded the crate and put her hands up defensively. If Jenson had been an expert in knife work, she was definitely accomplished in hand to hand combat. "C'mon, Adam. You really think you're doing anyone any good, serving the power hungry imperial tyrants?"


He was grinning cruelly. Even with the helmet on, she knew it: she could hear it in his voice. "You think I care what they are, or what they want? I get to kill for them, and that's all that matters."


Twirling his blade, he sprinted forward, and Rhia, expressionless, rushed to meet him.


~~~~~


She was on her ship five minutes later, a few cuts and shallow stab wounds the worse for the wear. The Revenant, a beat up TL-1800 that had seen better days, lifted off the deck. With a last look of farewell toward her old friend, she activated the thrusters and was soon in hyperspace, making decent time toward the Rishi system and their next rendezvous point.

 

[Bazmund]

As another stormtrooper appeared down the end of the hallway, running just into range and then raising his rifle, Darran leapt out of the shadows in the shop he had ducked into, and, feeling the familiar hum of his vibrosword's vibration cell coming to life, swung it down directly on the barrel of his blaster, shattering it satisfyingly.


"Fu-" the stormtrooper began, before receiving a vibroblade swing to the helmet, and going down instantly, blood leaking through the cracked visor.


"Move up! We have to get the ship! I'll give you your armour back when we're there, and then we have to g-"


He turned back around at the last second, sensing something coming.


It was a stormtrooper.


With a stunstick.


Crap. Those things could short circuit vibro-cells - and the resulting explosion was not something you wanted to be holding when it happened.


"Shoot him!" Darran shouted as he ducked a blow, and sidestepped another one, using the rarely seen and highly coveted fighting style of "nope."

 

[Funkybub]

Hearing the command barked to her by her captor, she nodded. Readying the blaster, Ket’s fingers hovered over the trigger before she pressed down, releasing a large bolt.


Shit. She missed.


Another shot was taken, hitting the Stormtrooper in the back but not fully wounding him.


The attention had turned from Darran to her. Remaining in her position, she fired several more blaster shots towards the stunstick welding Stormtrooper.


Firing more blaster shots, most were deflected by the stunstick.


Until, she got a direct shot direct in the Stormtrooper’s head, killing him. Falling to the ground, the Stormtrooper caused a loud thudding noise. Peaking from the cover, Ket ran towards the loading dock where her captor’s spacecraft was docked.

 

[Bazmund]

"Good enough!" He shouted, racing for the ship as well.


Slamming down on the button, the door to his ship's interior hissed open, and they ran inside.


"Armour's in the cargo bay, don't you turn on me now, Ventini!"


He dived into the cockpit and started up the engines, thanking the nature of the force that he had opted for the quick startup mod.


The engines flared to life, and eventually they were beginning to get some lift, the ship rising in the air as stormtroopers flooded into the hangar and began blanketing the hull with blaster fire.


"Turn on the autoturret!" He bellowed, trying to keep them steady against the repetitive impact of energy blasts.

 

[Funkybub]

Feeling their spacecraft slowly raise up, Ket made her way to the cockpit, sitting in the co-pilot/first mate’s seat. Sitting herself down, Ket followed the orders barked by her captor, pressing the button which caused the auto turret to jump to life.


“Well, since that’s up and running, I’m going to check on my gear.” She declared, standing herself up and slowly walking towards the cargo bay, venturing through metallic hallways.


Arriving in the cargo bay, she found the armor placed in the corner. Kneeling beside it, she gave it a quick look over, scanning the various metal parts and what nots.


Some minor damage to the helmet. Her binocular device still worked fine. The ventilation system had been scuffed but nothing she couldn’t fix. And the waste purifier, completely broken.


Piss.


She could try to fix it once they somewhere somewhat safe.

 

[Bazmund]

"Ok, let's just get out of he-" He was cut off by a low rumble as the ship found itself forced back down on the landing platform, and the dark presence that had been dwelling uncomfortably in the back of his mind found itself thrust to the forefront of his attention.


"Sith spit!" He cursed, as he grabbed his vibroblade and ran to the loading ramp.


"Keep trying to get the engines going, I'll go take care of our little problem!" He shouted back to Ketrina as he opened the ramp and leapt out of the starship.


There. An Inquisitor. Young and stupid, but strong with the force.


"Ah! Nice of you to join us, bounty hunter." He snarked, twirling his lightsaber, one half of it ignited, nonchalantly.


Behind him, a squad of heavily armed, painfully elite looking stormtroopers.


Darran said nothing in return.


"What wasted potential you have. You clearly don't realise it, but one such as me can easily sense that you are a force sensitive, and not of negligible power either. Perhaps this is why you have been as successful as you have been, Bounty Hunter, but your success will end today. You will die here, or be taken prisoner and die elsewhere."


He finished the slow, elegant twirl, and raised himself in a fighting stance.


"But thank you nonetheless, for this fine opportunity to show my men how a real swordsman does battle."


Darran shook his head, and raised his own weapon, ready to duel.


Their blades met in a shower of sparks, and repulsed eachother instantly, as any resistant material colliding with a lightsaber will.


They moved with blinding speed, Darran panickedly matching the blows of the rather enthusiastic Darksider he had been matched to.


The Inquisitor slashed left and Darran parried the strike hurriedly but simply. He was too inexperienced for a real fight and it showed, this Inquisitor. His strikes were too wide and always telegraphed.


They locked blades, the lightsaber hissing and growling as its heat wore away the protective cortosis weave on Darran's sword, and began to bite into the metal.


And then Darran retracted one hand, a single arm easily matching the strength of the overconfident student of the Dark Side, as he snarled and roared against him.


Darran smiled, and punched him in the face, straight on the nose, before tearing his lightsaber out of his grasp, switching the blade off, and beating him again on the side of the face with it.


"Incomplete is your training, young one. A shame. But thank you, for letting me show your men how a real swordsman goes about his work. Goodbye!"


He back-pedalled onto the loading ramp - when the Inquisitor's fist closed around his throat through the force, and dragged him backwards onto the floor.


"Venti-" He began to choke, struggling to pry his fingers away from his throat using the force in return.


"Such talent, for one so untrai-" The Inquisitor's eyes opened wide suddenly, and he sat up, his grip relinquishing for just a moment in his shock.


"But you aren't untrained, are you? Jedi scum!"


In the moment the grip on his breath was loosened, Darran screamed for help.


"KETRINA!"

 

[jole875]

Doran had felt the tremor in the force, then he heard a faint cry for help. He couldn't tell exactly who was calling but the voice seemed familiar in some way. Reaching up into his cloak and toward his right shoulder he could feel the hilt of his saber but with a thoughtful sigh he dropped his hand and jogged down the steps of the loading ramp.


The call for help wasn't far it was somewhere else in the area, after a quick look through the shipyard he saw what he was afraid of. An Inquisitor, several levels below himself, behind him he could hear the clanking of his droids.


With a huff Doran jumped down from one landing platform to another, soon enough he was just above the fight between what he believed to be another rebel agent and the inquisitor. If it came down to it he'd go down and fight the boy sith face to face, but right now it seemed to be more than just a bad idea.


He gave the inquisitor and his squad a good look, if Doran could take out the troopers then the inquisitor would go running like a worm in dirt. Taking out his DL-44 he aimed down the trooper that seemed to be an officer and with a quick silence breaking blast he was gone.


For a few seconds it was silent, the troopers confused of what happened then Doran let out a chuckle and said,"You look like a bunch of spooked Banthas! Kill em all!" With his simple command the droids behind him took a step forward revealing themselves, some of them were the ones from his ship which were half broken or missing parts but in all nine of them, in an instant they started shooting out automatic blaster bolts down at the troopers and so did Doran.

 

[Bazmund]

The troopers, though startled initially by the loss of their sergeant, were unperturbed by his sudden falling, as Stormtroopers are trained to ignore fallen comrades. He also probably wasn't dead, as although stormtrooper armour very rarely blocks enough of a blaster bolt for the soldier in question to remain awake and standing, they generally spread the energy out enough for it to not be a mortal wound.


And so they turned and returned fire.


And, because battle droids do not have a historically brilliant reputation for their durability, aiming skills, or general intelligence, Doran's droids were destroyed easily and neatly by the imperial troops, much to his surprise, as they had somehow lasted more than ten seconds in a real fight anyway.


A few stormtroopers fell, but they remained calm and soon wiped out Doran's protection.


He screamed in terror at the prospect of having finally met his match, and drew his lightsaber hastily to begin deflecting blaster bolts.


The imperial troops backed off however, when the inquisitor turned his attention to the new Jedi.


"Two Jedi heads for Lord Vader. I'm sure I'll be promoted for this - you have my enduring gratitude, Rebel!" He screeched as he launched himself furiously at the formerly overpowered Jedi knight.


To his credit, Doran did manage to shoot the Inquisitor - notice that Inquisitors are not Sith as that breaks the rule of two into a million pieces - once in the foot, but Doran lost his arm for his trouble - the one holding his lightsaber - and found himself being force choked.


Until the Inquisitor found the time to line up his lightsaber and literally behead the nautolan.


And then bisect him.


And then slice at least one of his legs off.


All in one fluid motion too.


And with a powerful force push, the former 'Jedi technician' was spread rather uncomfortably around the corridor he had come marching down, so gung ho.


The Inquisitor was in the middle of reaching for the dead Jedi's lightsaber when it flew out of the severed hand still grasping it, and into the palm of a newly recovered Darran Dreiss, who had just gained his breath back in the time it took to remove a powerplayer.


He ignited it, and carved through the stormtroopers who had been careless enough to turn their backs to a Jedi knight - even a fallen one - until the inquisitor growled once more, and leapt into a fierce saber lock with him, their lightsabers burning white, and fiercely so, at the point of contact.


Glancing over his shoulder and noticing that the auto cannon had been sliced in two by the inquisitor at some point, Darran made a point of calling Ketrina's name again.


"KETRINAAAAAAAA!"

 

[Funkybub]

Hearing the chink of the auto turret fall to the ground, Ket jumped to her feet as she sat in the cargo bay. Something was happening. She had zoned out. But as soon as she heard her name being called, she knew what was needed.


Picking up her blaster rifle, she slung it around her neck, preparing for battle. Tightening her armour, she ran from the cargo bay onto the loading ramp, pressing down her helmet as she ran.


Arriving on the loading ramp, she noticed the number of Stormtroopers surrounding Darran. Raising her rifle up, she pressed down on the trigger for a few seconds, sending a number of red blaster bolts out, hitting several of the troopers, killing them.


All the Stormtroopers were defeated. Leaving only Darran and the Inquisitor. She knew what was needed.


Hearing their two lightsabers connect and deflect each other, Ket moved around the cramped hall, attempting to get behind the Inquisitor.


After a short period, she managed to get behind the Inquisitor. Pressing her finger down on the trigger, the blaster bolt hit the inquisitor, causing him to fall to the ground, not totally defeated.

 

[Bazmund]

The once-Jedi delivered a sharp kick to the Inquisitor's face, and retreated onto his ship as the young Darksider fell backwards, screaming and clutching at his broken jaw. At the moment he hit the floor, Darran sensed in him great fear of the consequences for failure, and great pain for his-


Well yeah, the jaw was broken, after all.


"Come on, Ketrina, we need to leave!" He shouted, running to the cockpit and opening the starmap.