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Gorwooken looked the shuttle up and down. He said, looking at it again. , pausing, he continued.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the hard pavement could be heard down one of the many alleyways in a city on Ord Mantell. The ragged looking man in torn clohtes hurried along trying to evade notice of anyone who may have been watching. He comes to a the end of the alley and stops, looking around nervously he spots a dark figure from the way he just came.

"Wh..Who are you," he asks nervously as the the figure approaches him. Coming closer the fightened man sees what appears to be a man clad in black scout trooper armour with a black cloak that reaches down to his boots. Horror comes to the man's eyes as he realizes who has been following him. He reaches for his blaster and attempts to shoot at the figure. But the man in black is too quick for him, in one motion the armored figure pulls out a blaster pistol and shoots the man's hand. causing him to drop the blaster.

"On your knees," the armored figure commands the frightened man, who does so. Pulling out another blaster pistol identical to the first one he places it against the man's head.

"Jastor Grax, you are wanted for the murder of four members of the Arrlon family, all innocent of any crimes. How do you plead?" the armored figure says.

"Pl...pl..please l..let m...me go. How much are you getting paid? I'll double it, I h...have big friends you know. Just please let me go!" Grax pleads.

"I am the harbinger of death to the wicked, the cries of the innocent reach my ears and they cry for justice, you who have committed grave crimes against humanity shall now feel the wrath of the righteous, I am the angel of death," and then the man pulls the trigger on his pistol. The body of the murderer Grax slumps over lifeless as the man starts to walk away.

Turning on the comlink in his helmet the man starts to talk to an entity on the other end."This is Iust, the job is done, Jastor Grax won't be harming anymore innocents. You know where to place my payment." Iust Zalera, bounty hunter, destroyer of the wicked, has sent another sinner to his final judgement.

Link found himself looking down the buisness ends of at least 10 blaster carbines, each one gripped by someone who clearly knew how to use them.

Link thought quickly. Gordo's goons would probably fire on him the minute he tried anything. What he needed was a diversion.

He flicked a glance to Narrek's lightsaber, frowned at the idea, and then looked to the goons.
"Dare this one ask what you're planning?" He said casually.

"Shooting you." A burly twi'lek said as he flicked off his stun setting. "Jedi are worth big cred nowadays."

"Worth twice as much alive, you know." Link said helpfully.

"Yeah, but what guarentee do we have you wont try any of those jedi mind tricks? Its safer to just shoot you and take your corpse in."

Link subtly waved his hand. "I wont use Jedi mind tricks."

The Twi'lek didnt blink.

"He wont use Jedi mind tricks." The Twi'lek said with certainty.

"You're too smart to be affected by Mind Tricks."

The Twi'lek smirked. "I'm too smart to be affected by mind tricks."

"You're a pretty, pretty, girl."

"I'm a pretty, pretty, girl." The Twi'lek found himself saying.

The surrounding goons attempted to suppress a chuckle as a Rodian smacked the twi'lek upside the head. The Twi'lek blinked and shook his head vigorously, whipping his head tails about. The pale alien snarled at Link.
"Oh, thats it, you're as good as dead!"

Link suddenly detected a rather familiar stench in the air. Got to keep them busy...

Link shifted his gaze over the Twi'lek's shoulder and smiled with relief. "Lord Mirdalan! You've made it!"

The Goons' eyes opened wide and they spun around to find....their ship sitting right where they left it.

The sound of a sword clearing it's sheath was clue enough they've been duped, and hastily they turned to face the armed jedi, now with a snarling strill at his side.

"Gentlemen, this is Lord Mirdalan. Lord Mirdalan, say hello to the thugs of Gordo the Hutt."

Like a coiled spring Mird hurled himself at the Twi'lek goon, grabbing the alien's head in it's massive jaws and pulling the thug down.

Link threw himself at the startled goons and cut one down as the tibanna started to fly.

Dissapointed, the clawcrafts made their ways back to the Stormhawk. As Vaan was sitting contemplating his next moves, a junior officer ran in screaming something about a reported group of pirates in orbit near Yaga Minor. As it wasn't a large jump from his current mission, Vaan decided it would be in his best interests to investigate this. Aprehending the pirates might be killing two mynocks with one slugthrower: he could not only get into the new Empire's good grace, not something absolutely necessary; but generally pirates new all sorts of things, and they could perhaps lend a lead to these saurians.

The Stormhawk jumped to Yaga Minor.

" I see. No doubt Veron's death was no mere accident, however, even you mut know that without any real evidence, we cannot jump to conclusions. " " I'm aware of that. But, should the Sith be involved, it's most likely a pre-war strike to weaken their opposition in ways of eliminating an economic source if nothing else. " " Of course, that could be as far-fetched as anything else at this point. Besides, it's unlike you to show concern over something you heard by spying on something through your droid. Why the sudden interest in someone else's affairs? " " I dunno. Something just feels... off, with this one. " Angel and the Jedi were then silent, thinking. The silence was broken after a few moments when the Jedi motioned to a large rock. Moments later, it was floating in the air, being held in place by the 2 of them pushing it in opposite directions.

The metal soldiers dropped onto the hull of the Corellian Action Ix and set to work with cutting tools, attempting to breach the hull and commence boarding operations. There were eight of them standing on the hull, their feet held their by magnetic grapples looking at their tools with glow red eyes.

There was no warning for them, the lightdisk spun silently in the vacuum of space, its brilliant golden blade cleaved through the neck of the first soldier, sending a barrage of sparks and metal debris. The second soldier turned just as the disk reached him. It sliced him in two, hip to hip. The disk spun lower and bounced off the hull, before it struck a third metal soldier, cleaving its leg off at the kneecap. The disk spun onward, lost in the vastness of space. Two enemies were down, a third damaged, and five more remained.

They turned to the source of the lightdisk and saw saurian shape in brown and red battle armor, its feet held to the deck by magnetic plating. It raised a carbine and fired blasting the damaged soldier and sending parts scattering. Across an open comm channel Calra’s voice echoed, “One.” The five remaining soldiers lifted blasters and opened fire.

Calra tapped her magnetic boots and pushed off, hurling herself upward, out of the path of the deadly bolts. Now floating away from the hull she leveled her carbine and fired for a second time, and just as before another one of the droids exploded with a silent burst of gas and metal, “Two.” The metal soldiers kept firing as a thump which transmitted through the hull echoed in their audio sensors. One of them turned to see a second Rapora level a plasma pistol. Revak fired once then twice, missing the droid but closing the gap.

The metal soldier lifted its blaster carbine and fired, sending brilliant red bolts arching toward him. With the force he grabbed the metal structure of the hull beneath him and pulled it upward, putting a durasteel shield between him and the metal soldiers, “What are these things.”

“Don’t care,” Calra answered as she blew up another droid, before rotating above him with the armored suits thruster system, “Three…” Neither Rapora had encountered droids before. Now that they were facing these mechanical thugs Revak felt a ping of pride, if only the Rapora could create the minds of these creatures, what weapons we could make.

Revak spun out of cover as fast as the magnetic boots would allow and fired and pair of bolts blinding, missing the targets. Calra fired again, missing by mere centimeters this time and putting a divot in the ship’s hull, “Four…” The three remaining droids turned their attention back to her. With another flash of golden plasma Calra destroyed one more, “Five, empty!” Calra grabbed at a weapon at her belt. Her last lightdisk came spinning down; slicing apart the last two droids before careening off into space.

Revak watched it go, frowning, Calra had managed to loose both of the lightdisks. He’d have to make more. Glancing upward Revak stared at the slowly moving hulk of the PB-950 and watched as Calra sped upward rotating in the empty space. She landed neck to the engine clusters and beckoned him upward. Revak deactivated the mag boots and shoved off, hurling himself at the craft. A brilliant beam of red light from the ship’s laser shot past him speeding off into empty space. With a thump he hammered into the hull of the light-corvette and nearly spun off into space. Calra grabbed him and pulled him onto the deck, and Revak sighed with relief as he reactivated the magnetic boots. Calra glanced at the hull, “Find the power generator. Will you Revak.”

Through the force he stretched out his senses and smiled, “It’s under your feet.”

“Good, get back to the transport.” Calra answered as she drew her lightsword and activated it, “I won’t let this pirate truble anyone else.”

“Be careful,” Revak answered as he leapt from the corvette. Calra started cutting a round plug and pulled it clear exposing the power generator beneath. She smiled coldly as she punched the expended power pack from her carbine and loaded another, “Be sure to get to the other side of the transport.”

“Roger,” Revak answered moments before impacting against the Corellian Action IX. As swiftly as he cold with the boots he clambered onto the opposite side of the transport.

“Be ready to help me get behind cover.” Calra called as she switched the carbine over to full power and deactivated the magnetic boots. She kicked off and sighted in and waited, at thirty meters she fired. The golden bolt sliced into the generator, and with a belch of plasma it began to loose coolant. The transport was coming up fast, maybe she wouldn’t need…

Then the corvette exploded sending debris scattering across the space. A giant hunk of metal spun toward her, talk about being fragged she thought. Suddenly she felt a gloved hand grip her and space spun. She was behind the transport, with Revak gripping her knee. With a clang she could here from the hull the hunk of metal slammed into the ship. But they were safe.

Damaged the tiny convoy changed course to the nearest port, a little known world called Ord Canfre. They left behind an expanding cloud of gas and debris, a mark of battle but little more.

Once the paper was signed, Taris was officially an Imperial planet, and Elladan was instated as the local commander, the Chiss was allowed to discuss his plans in free confidence. "I'm on a schedule right now, Lady Minister. Pressures are forcing me to go to Bestine, and then Onderon, and I can't tary here any longer than three days."

"Understandable," the Twi'lek added. "If I were in your position, I'd try my hardest to keep what unity there is in order."

"Yes. Before I leave, I will tend to Taris' defense, as my duty is. How many people are in your police?"

"Planet-wide, about ten million," Delra answered. "Mixed species, and mixed jobs. The police has soldiers, as well as office workers and technicians. Police vehicles include about three hundred tanks and speeders." She handed the chiss a datapad.



Deciding what to do, Elladan returned the datapad. "I want one million of these forces conscripted. Volunteers accepted as well. Fill in the spots with any candidates you can find. I'd ask for just anyone normally, but I need experienced people."

"Of course.."

"Also, I need a large building, preferably a starship factory. Are there any available?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," The Twi'lek offered. "Last week, Tibanna Airdesigns went bankrupt and had to sell the building to the government. It's available as soon as you need it."

"Excellant." Elladan made a mental note, and then sent the data off to his ship. "I'll have it retrofitted into a factory as son as possible. Detre?"

The Noghri bodyguard who Elladan had chosen for himself stepped forward, and affirmed his presence with a hiss. "Yes?"

"Send word to Narudu's Hand. I want the technical party I requested for brought to the planet to organize work on our new factory."

Delra inquired further. "What will be produced at the new facility? Weapons? Ships? We need to know so we can hire the appropriate people and droids."

"Ships," the chiss replied. "Similar to Victory Star Destroyers. Perhaps also Predator fighters. How soon can construction be done?"

"Since we're simply renovating, less than a week," the Twi'lek replied. "Beyond that, results will depend on your employees and the workers."

"Good enough. Space defense, now?"

He handed over another datapad. "We have an old Golan III space station we use to house any craft we have. It's defenses are up to par, and can take on anything less powerful tha a Super Star Destroyer, disregarding the fact that it has no engines."

"A sound defense...," The chiss reviewed the pad for several minutes, then returned it. "I have nothing to add that I cannot. Maintain what is there. In the future, when our ships are ready, we can add my new vessels. Combined with planetary defenses, everything is safe."

"Glad to hear it," Delra sighed. "Can I offer you a room to stay in for the evening?"