Star Wars: Dusk to Dawn

The Good Fight
Sometimes requires greater sacrifice.

“So, we should go catch a couple of drinks sometime.” I said as I followed her lithe form up the ladder.

“We are on a black op to assassinate an imperial loyalist, and all you can think of is trying to hook up with me?” Fera snapped back.

Can’t blame a guy for trying.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be all seriousness..” I said, toeing the line. An imperial scout speeder zipped past us and that shut my mouth well enough. We climbed the rest of the ladder in silence. It turns out President Laudin was harder to get at than the Imperial High Command. He rode everywhere in laser proof speeders with a heavy military escort. Riots in the nearby towns had forced him to tone down the military escorts. The people were afraid, and this was our chance to take him down and loosen the Imperial stranglehold on this sector. As we set up on the roof, I was hoping it would be quick and clean. There was a heavy police presence, including some riot squads ready to rush in if the President’s diplomacy plan (something he’d never been very good at anyway) failed, We’d timed the patrols for a good few minutes before we made our ascent. I’d placed the reflector pad on the building behind where they’d set up the stage in the dead of night. The problem with El Presidente, was that he had too much faith in his security forces. Our informant in his office had given us the location of the bandstand and patrols for only a sum of 10,000 credits. Not bad when you considered the political implications that we could reap from it. We already had infiltration teams on the ground rallying rebel supporters to swoop in and take over.

I adjusted the facing of the reflection pad through my wrist computer. I hated the damn thing, but if it got the mission done. The crosshairs settled on the back of Laudin’s head just as he began his speech.

“I know that tensions have been high. People are scared. The military presence is threatening to many of you. It is important to remember…” he began, sounding much like a preacher at the pulpit. Preaching to sheep. Sheep that we hoped to awaken.

“We’re good.” I whispered to Fera who had set up with her personal blaster rifle, toned a dark anodized purple. It blended with her brown fur and light armor quite well, if I do say so myself. Her concentration was infallible. “600 meters to reflector. 200 meters from there.” I added, checking the range. Thankfully we didn’t have to worry much about wind. Lasers and all, pretty great stuff. With any luck, the confusion from the reflector pad would lead to enough chaos to let us slip out to our waiting ride a few blocks back. It was going to be a cakewalk.

As we lay prone on the roof, getting ready for the prime moment to strike, I found myself listening to his speech. It’s weird, listening to the last words of someone you are going to kill. Especially when they don’t know it’s even coming.

“The rebels have been a scourge to all of us. The increase in military maneuvers is to ensure all of our safety.” His young son walked onto the stage.

“Safety for everyone.” he said, putting his hand on his sons head.

“What the hell is the kid doing out there?” I whispered.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re here to do a job.” Fera muttered back.

“I won’t hit the kid.” she added. I could tell from the tone of her voice, that wasn’t what she was worried about.

We are killers. Assassins, even. But we aren’t heartless. We recognize each of our actions has an effect far reaching, miles beyond what we can see coming from it. This kid was just part of the risk assessment. Just another part of the job that as much as neither of us liked it, had to happen.

I knew it had to be done. I knew we’d be wasting months of prep-work. Several lives would be lost in vain too. All because of political trickery in bringing his son onto the stage to win the hearts of his people.

Fera’s rifle swayed a bit.

“You alright?”

“I’m not happy about it either. Let’s just get it done.” she said, the indecision clear on her face.

Her finger slipped past the trigger guard.

“The true enemy of the empire lies within the rebels. Those bent on destroying all that we love.”

And just like that, a surveillance droid swooped into her line of fire, taking the shot like a Herglic bouncer could take an uppercut.

“Shit!” she exclaimed.

The broken droid spiraled out of the sky.

“These are the very people who have been threatening our safety. These are the people who want to take your children from you. Take your lives from you.” I could see him gesturing towards our building.

Without missing a beat, he went on.

Someone had sold us out. He’d planned all of it. The informant. The placement. The riot squads. Why hadn’t we seen it coming?

We didn’t have time to figure that out as we ran for cover. Blaster fire peppered the rooftop from the riot squads but left us momentarily unscathed. As we ran I pulled my blaster pistol and shot out one of the vents on the nearby buildings.

“We’ve stirred up the hornets nest. Meet us at the next intersection. We’re taking a shortcut.” I said as I booted the ventilation cover out of the way and we slipped inside.

“Where the hell are you coming from?” the Bothan asked. Julen K’ya was more of an infiltrator than a pilot, but we’d have to make do. If I knew anything about the guy, he was loyal as hell, and had been part of enough recovery teams to know how to get someone out of a sticky situation. As we crawled through the narrow ventilation ducts, we could hear the troopers filtering in below us.

And then we heard that terrifying phrase “They’re in the vents!” blasters went off everywhere. Both of us took hits as the ducting started to collapse. I grunted as I felt the cauterized wound stiffen the muscles in my leg.

We made hard cover a moment later, hearing a good portion of the ducting collapsing into the squad below.. I pulled my pistol again and shot out the next grate. Just below the vent, I could see Julen’s speeder hovering.

“Where the hell are you?” he said, sounding more distressed by the second.

“Up above you. Hold it steady.”

“You guys really aren’t going to…”

Fera jumped off the ledge, landing gracefully in the back of the speeder.

I tried to get a running start as my leg protested every bit of power it gave me. I jumped, and grasped at the edge of the speeder. My claws scrabbled against the smooth surface, sliding off. I was going to fall to my death, and that would be the end of Drokar.

Luckily, Fera’s quick reflexes saved my hide. She dug her claws into my arm, not out of spite, but out of leverage. Somehow, she managed to drag me back into the seat.

“Can’t you be a little bit more gentle?”

“Gripe later Dro, we got company!” Ju’len said. I looked behind us, expecting a tail to be coming after us, mainly one of those gunships.

Instead I was greeted by a duo of spec ops troopers, rapelling in from on of the overpasses we were passing under.

“Come quietly, Rebel scum.” one of them ordered, blaster drawn.

“You bet.” I said, raising my hands slowly.

Fera did the same.

“You in the front! Shut it down.”

“Fat chance of that.” Ju’l replied, slamming the throttle to maximum. It gave us just the edge we needed.

As he stepped forward with binder cuffs, I slammed my forehead into the front of his mask. As for the result,well, sometimes being hard-headed isn’t such a bad thing. He reeled back trying to bring his pistol to bear. I drop kicked him, stumbling him back. He tried to catch his balance, but ultimately failed and slipped off the speeder. His partner didn’t even stop to try and grab him. Even I cringed at the dull metallic thud of his life ending against some high pressure pipes climbing one of the cities many skyscrapers.

“I’m going to get quite the bounty off of you two.” he said, pulling a vibroblade.

“Fortunately for you, the bounty prefers you alive, but It doesn’t say anything about maiming.” he said as he lunged at me. I dodged back, narrowly missing the blade. He trained his pistol on Fera, who was trying her best to pull hers, but settled on kicking his leg out. He went down to one knee and I was on him like lightning. I threw punch after punch, working his lower body quite a bit. Fera went to put her blaster to his head but a trailing gunship full of troopers fired a salvo her way. Luckily, they were forced to pull away as the metal canyon narrowed into a residential sector. The blasters were on stun, but it was still enough to put her out of the fight leaving her sprawled across the rear seats. Her armor had soaked up a good deal of the shot, but two troopers making accurate shots to the face will ruin anyone’s day. To make a shot like that meant that they had been planning this for awhile. They’d pulled the best troopers from the other end of the system from the looks of it.

“Take care of them, Dro.” Ju’len said as he dodged an oncoming speeder. “Kind of hard to concentrate with Imps jumping around in my back seat.”

“Easy for you to say.” I muttered, wiping a bit of blood from my face.

We were screwed if we didn’t do something fast. “Hang on guys, I’m going to try to lose them in the industrial sector.” Ju’len warned, making a hard left. We all struggled to stay on our feet. I used the moment to dive onto the Spec Ops Imp. I pinned him to the rear of the speeder and was planning on throwing him off. Instead of fighting me off, he caught me off guard and grabbed my right wrist. I tried to wrench my arm away, but he had a death grip on it.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this you cur.” he spat at me through gritted teeth as he sunk the vibroblade to the hilt just under my armpit. I felt the warm rush of blood as he severed an artery clean through. I cried out against him, feeling the strength fading from my arm in his clutches. With my good arm, I pummeled his laughing face as best as I could, still he hung on, knowing it was only a matter of moments before I wouldn’t have the strength to fight anymore. He even managed to block a good deal of my punches. His blade sunk deeper into my armpit, taking out muscle and tendons with ease. I crashed down on his elbow, hoping to end his butchery. I stunned him with it, but he kept trying to stab in again, I managed to dodge a few of the strikes, but I could already feel the blood loss hitting me like a cargo shuttle.

“Looks like you’re going to die just like every other alien scumbag I’ve killed.”

Then, through my wavering vision, I saw Fera’s blaster pistol up against his head, her face twisted in a snarl of vengenace and hate. “Looks like you chose the wrong side, you Imperial bastard.” she quipped as she pulled the trigger. I’m pretty sure the last five shots weren’t necessary, but I wasn’t in any condition to complain.

“Shit, he’s losing a lot of blood.” I heard Fera say as she grabbed the medkit from the back seat.

“Ju’l, there’s a launcher back here right?” I asked.

“There’s a PTL back there… fuck, Dro, you’re hurt bad.” he said, glancing back for a moment. I could hear the worry in his voice, but I didn’t care to hear it. We were still in dire need of a miracle or we were sitting ducks for the shuttle tracking us. It would soon be open enough for them to get at us and they’d blow us out of the sky. That is, unless we did it first.

I ignored him as I grabbed for the launcher.

“Dro, sit down.” Fera ordered.

I grabbed for the launcher, barely able to lift it with rapidly failing arm. I winced in pain. At this rate, I was going to blow us out of the sky myself.

Fera shoved me down into the seat with an exasperated sigh and set her sights on the tailing gunship. We’d just rounded a bend, so they had little idea what was waiting for them. All the better.

I heard the tone indicating a lock and watched the rocket fly straight towards the cockpit of our Imp friends. The pilot tried to pull up just as he went to pass under another maintenance overpass. The cockpit caught on the overpass just as the rocket slammed into the belly of the shuttle. I couldn’t help but smile as the fireball blossomed.

“So, how about those drinks?” I said wearily as we sped off to our rendezvous while Fera worked on stabilizing my arm. I passed out some point between her saying “You’re ridiculous, Dro.” and “ I think we can do with some booze.”

Even with modern medicine, it’s pretty hard to reattach an arm that hasn’t had bloodflow for three hours. Dead tissue, mostly. The things you learn the hard way I guess. I’ve been working to get smooth movements with the arm. All in all, it just feels unnatural. Of course, I had a nice covering done up for it to make it look more real, but I still knew it was fake, and that was enough. Shockboxing just wasn’t going well for me these days. The doctor suggested I use it to keep my skills up while “taking it easy”. Frankly, I suck. I seem to always be second too late on the dodge, or a too short on my distance for my punches. I’m tired of getting my ass shocked. I’ve been spending more time on the range lately. Master Char even suggested I take some leadership classes. He said that sometimes even the most unfortunate of accidents can turn out to be a boon to us and our allies. I took him up on the challenge since I wasn’t doing anything but pissing myself off in the ring.

Strange thing was, it’s not that bad. Not that bad at all. Officer Drokar does have a pretty good ring to it, I think. I could do with being the one to dish out the yelling and commands for once. We’ll see where it goes I guess.

Pleasantries and Poison
A Stupid Animal's View

Drokar sat at the table, putting on the best servant act that he could muster. Considering acting was not his forte, it was surprisingly impressive. “Yes, well, I would sit my dumb animal with the other servants. I don’t want that filth stinking up my table.” Drokar suppressed a growl, and fought down an overwhelming urge to beat the man with his soup bowl. “Yes,” Zan spoke, “Sit over there, you disgusting beast.” Drokar knew he didn’t mean it, but all of this was certainly getting to him. He gave a low grunt as he picked up his plate and walked away, feeling the eyes of the diners upon him.

He got up and sat down at the far away table, next to a silent Duros who moved farther down the table when he approached. That good ol’ Shistavanen charm… He busied himself with observing the room, watching the patrols movement. He couldn’t be affected by any of this here, and he had to keep himself occupied. A few tables over, Zan and Impella expertly wormed there way into the lives of the senators. Still, all Drokar could do was sit here and observe. For the filthy animal that he was, it did have its’ perks.

This was not Drokar’s comfort zone, that much was certain. He didn’t like milling about in the background. Used to the more upfront operations of stealth and fighting. He was no noble, and his countenance certainly didn’t help him in this arena. Nearly everyone seemed to move to the other side of the room from him, keeping their distance. It wasn’t something he was unfamiliar with, but the rebels seemed to be less fearful. He had left his home to experience the universe, not be shunned by it.

The next few days entailed more reconnaissance, and feeling out the security patrols. Zram was more than ready to leave this place, but Bromm made it no easy feat to get in touch with him. Bromm unsettled them all, it would seem. They had discovered assassins among the guardsmen, disguised in body but not in action. Their habits gave them all away. They were highly trained soldiers, every one of them. This was going to go down, and it was going to happen quickly and violently.

The plan was to poison the senator to give him a reason to leave his gala, and then slip him out of the compound disguised as their driver. It was a longshot, but it would have to work. There was little other option with Bromm sniffing around every little corner. Again, Drokar played the part of the “dumb savage” as they went to steal some poison from the medical station. Zan took the lead.

“Do you have something for my stupid beast here? He seems to have eaten something out of the garbage. Perhaps something to get it out of his stomach?”

“Why would you need that? It’d just throw up on it’s own anyway.”

“Well, I’d like to expedite the process.” Zan replied.

“Hang on. Here, we’ll give it to him for you.”

While Drokar sat hunched over, vomiting in a bucket, Zan pulled a few vials on a shelf. The thing’s he’d do to give the Imps a run for their money.

Drokar thought back to that moment as he watched Zram retch with the same violence as he had over the toilet. Uncomfortably, he stood waiting with the man’s driver outfit.

“Ugh, there really wasn-” Zram said pausing to continue expelling his stomach “another way?”

Drokar shared a look of understanding. “Your not the only one that had to do some less than enjoyable things around here.”

The door was being tampered with as several of the assassins began to try to break it down.

“Come on, get dressed, we need to get moving. Now!” Drokar said, handing him the costume.

There would be more violence yet to come. More times to prove his prowess as a warrior. It took all of them to pull this mission off, even if Drokar couldn’t see it. Protection: That was something that Drokar was good at, and he would certainly live up to that.

‘Stupid animal…’ Drokar thought as he readied himself in case the soldiers burst through the door.

‘Let me show you what a stupid animal can do.’

(I might actually write up another one of these. This was fun, though I’m too lazy to proofread because we have more Star Wars to play I think. So fuck it, errors and all… here ya go.)

The Resistance
A Warrior's Life

The streets swarmed with people. It seemed every citizen had taken to the streets to retake their city. Drokar smiled. A streetful of warriors, ready to do battle with the empire. He’d seen far too much bloodshed and horror at the hands of the empire. His mind drifted back to the attack on his friend’s ship, the attack that had landed him with the Republic Military. He’d played the trade lanes for years with Arturo, the young human spacer. The ships hull had looked like swiss cheese. Arturo fought with the controls as circuits overloaded, lighting the cockpit with arcs of electricity and sparking equipment. The ship was dying, and both of them knew it. The YT-1200 was a sturdy ship, but it could not withstand such a brutal beating. “DRO! GET IN THE GODDAMN ESCAPE POD!” Arturo yelled. Drokar shook his head. Not now. Not here.
There was work to be done. As the two groups approached, Drokar could see the commander, surrounded by a large human body guard. They locked eyes and Drokar knew, instantly that the large human was his. Two violent people in a violent world. It’d been quite some time since he’d had a real challenge. Stormtroopers could be dangerous in numbers, but Drokar had become practiced at fighting the throngs of them that would flood this battle.
In the distance, a massive explosion rocked the city. Their earlier raid had gone successful as a bright explosion rose in the skyline. It was the trumpet sounding the battles beginning. Drokar eagerly jumped into the fray, brutally mowing through stormtroopers, never losing focus on the man with his hands clutched at his chest, looking over the cowl of his breathmask as he watched his nemesis cut through his forces. There was a look of respect in the eyes, even if it was simply that he was a worthy adversary.
The hordes melded together, blaster bolts flying to and fro, some friendly fire, some finding their true targets. Drokar made his way up the steps as one particularly gung-ho stormtrooper rushed towards him. The trooper charged with a vibro-knife. “Take this you rebel scum!” he screamed. Drokar caught his arm in the midst of the charge, swiftly disarming the knife. The trooper was stunned as Drokar grabbed the back of his head and made him kiss the concrete steps. The helmets crack seemed to rise above the din of the fighting. The body slumped motionless against the steps and began to tumble.
Zane stepped out to meet him, hands still clutched at his chest. “Drokar… Now you will meet your reckoning.” His voice seemed somewhat raspy. Perhaps he needed a losenge. A losenge of fists. (Fuck it, this is too hilarious not to put in here.)
The massive human began to charge towards Drokar, slowly building speed as he rushed across the steps of the city senate. Drokar’s fur bristled. He’d been waiting for this fight since the beginning. A true challenger to his skill. Zane’s blow hit Drokar with an earth shattering amount of force. He heard a bone crack as he stumbled back, trying desperately to suck in oxygen after having all of it forcibly removed from his lungs.
‘Good hit…’ he thought as he charged back in, undettered. His own flurry of fists and claws struck Zane. It seemed like it should have been a debilitating hit, with the power that he had struck Zane with. Drokar felt a pang of worry as Zane simply stepped forward into the blow, bringing his own fists to bear again. The next blow caught Drokar right in the side of the head. His skull racked with pain and the dull roar of what had normally been shell-shock. Suddenly, he was back on his homeworld.
A nameless voice spoke, in a brightly lit jungle, the night sky bright above them under a moon.“Young ones, the warrior must never quit. You are the staunch defenders of all we hold dear. You are the torch in the darkness, the specter in the night. You are the first to enter, and the last to leave the fight.” the voice paused.
“A warrior shows no fear….” The voice faded as he snapped back to reality, the pain being the first sign that he was back as he stumbled backwards up the stairs, trying to regain his bearings.
“A coward, I see.” his enemy spoke.
Drokar growled. That one had struck a nerve. A new fury overtook him. He got a running start, jumping into the air and hoisting both fists above his head for what would be a brutal hammer blow. “I AM NOT A COWARD!” he roared as his fists and body tangled with that of Zane. The mask cracked off of Zane’s face as the blow seemed to cleave into his head, bones and cartilage crunching as the two of them tumbled down the stairs. Drokar managed to stay on top of Zane, still hitting the non-responsive attacker.
The cracking gave way to a wet ‘splat’. Drokar stopped. He threw his head back, releasing a roar of victory that rose above the battle, reaching to the stars themselves. It was primal, it was pure. Around him, the rebel troops pushed forward, beating the last of the stormtroopers back. Many would die. Many would be captured. He was proud to be on the front lines with such passionate souls.
The image of the dead shistavanen family, riddled with blaster bolts came to mind. He ran forward, eager to join his allies, and hopefully finish off a few more imperials.

Victory and Defeat

I had been with the special forces group for a few months, and quickly grew accustomed to the brawn in our trio. Being the diplomat in the group wasn’t easy, especially when Zan and Drokar always fought over who had the greatest take downs. Zan was the Jedi, often letting his anger out of control, but with a constant smarmy demeanor. Drokar was some sort of wolf-like man-beast. I didn’t yet have free time to learn more about his species, but he was never satisfied unless his fists flattened at least one enemy for his daily diet of dominance. Not to doubt any of us, but while we had our own way of accomplishing missions, we didn’t always agree or listen to one another.

Our current mission was to dismantle a bomb placed on the in-bound train to the city. We had help from some of the clone troopers in the area, flying to the rendezvous point to intercept the assailing train. It was bound to be covered with droids; inside and out. The ship began to shake from the turbulence, and I squinted my eyes to try and see my teammates, but didn’t have the best nocturnal sight. The side hatches slid open, pouring sunlight straight into our eyes and drawing us towards the edge with the pull of the sudden wind. I clung onto some of the seatbelt straps bolted to the wall, bracing myself for a bumpy landing.

“Gentleman,” Zan nodded to Drokar, then turning to me. “Lady.” He flipped backwards through the air in a dazzling display of acrobatics, landing safely on the roof of the moving train.

“He’s such a show off,” I muttered, tucking back a strand of my loose pink hair. Drokar grunted and jumped off of the ship in suit. Zan and Drokar waved for me to hurry up, so I took a deep breath and leapt through the air. I barely made the edge, precariously teetering backwards before Zan waved his hands and used the force to pull me safely on board. I pretended to vomit from the back of the train as he winked at me. The clones were the last to join us. Scrapper was the head of the pack, and another Jedi by the name of Master Char came with us as well.

It didn’t take long for the battle droids to notice us and to begin firing weapons at our group. Everyone but me rushed ahead. I didn’t have the strength like them, let alone weapon knowledge or tactical expertise, but I still held a blaster just in case. Every night before a mission I readied my blaster, cleaning it thoroughly and going through the motions of take down points on an enemy. Unfortunately, I had just been released a new blaster model and didn’t read the instruction manual. I assumed it would work the same as the last one.

Drokar tore into the nearest droid, ripping its limbs apart and scattering bolts and live wires across the hot metal of the car, letting them slide off and into the quickly receding distance. “Who’s fuckin’ next?” He growled.

Zan was deftly slicing through droids himself, cleanly decapitating a handful of them at once, kicking their heads over the edge as well. I tried to help shoot one of Zan’s droids, but nothing shot out of my blaster when I pulled the trigger.

“Take the safety off,” Zan shouted. “Do you need a tutorial?”

“I know,” I snipped back, looking around my blaster for the safety. “I just got this model.” I took another shot at an oncoming droid, making a direct hit with its neck and severing the main artery of its system, paralyzing the droid as it futilely cried out for help. The momentum of the train sent it sliding over the edge. The wheels squeeled and crunched over the metal, sparking the droid’s last words.

“That may have been one of the most depressing things I’ve ever seen. You couldn’t even put him out of his misery?” Zan pressed, raising his hand and neatly tossing another droid off of the train.

“I can’t cut through them like butter, Jedi,” I snarled.

Both of us turned our attention on Drokar as a heavier battle droid advanced on him, taking a near pointblank shot at his head. Zan shot a bolt of energy from his palms and lifted a shield in between Drokar and the blast, deflecting the laser back at the droid, blasting a hole through its center panel.

“Pay attention, man,” Zan hollered, wishing he could smack Drokar for his carelessness. Drokar howled in frustration, clotheslining an incoming enemy.

“Guys, help!” I called, taking laser fire from a new group of droids that appeared from the back of the train. I collapsed to the ground, wincing at my wounded shoulder. This was exhausting. Why did I submit my resume to this place?

“Gotta save my bro!” Drokar roared, trampling everything in his path on his way to rescuing me. The first droid’s arm was ripped off and wrenched back like a baton, whipping forward with full power and sending the rest of the droid’s body off into the distance. My gun finally kicked into action and I blasted the second droid so hard it flew through the air and hit a bird in the distance, both exploding on impact. “Oh my gods,” Drokar exclaimed in his deep, guttural voice. “Maybe you are worth something.” I decided to take it as a compliment.

“Let’s get going,” Zan waved for us to jump from car to car. I hesitated. Hurdles were never my thing in gym class, and I didn’t really want to drop thousands of feet into the ravine below. Somehow I managed to make it.

“I’m going to ruin this guy’s day,” Drokar pounded a fist in his palm, making a complex arrangement of martial arts moves, confusing the droid that ran up to greet him with a blaster.

“Does not compute,” the droid beeped. “Fighting style unknown.”

While Drokar and Zan created a path through the firing machines, I targeted one of the bigger droids further up and set the laser sight on its visor. It began punching itself in the face, attempting to hit the laser point until the droid no longer moved, collapsing to the roof of the current car.

“The Separatists sure make them high quality, don’t they?” Zan laughed.

“To be or not to be—-“ Drokar held a head in his hand. “Aw, fuck it.” He bashed the head into another droid, and elbowed the still standing machine until it toppled from the moving train. He finished off the last couple of enemies and we took a second to catch a breather.

Zan decided to not waste any time and jumped over the side of the train, crashing through the window and sending glass flying in all directions. I knew there were more enemies down there when I heard his light saber cut through some solid objects.

“I’ll hold down the top of the train,” I gestured for Drokar to slip inside of the train through the safety hatch. He eyed me for a moment before hopping down the hole, echoing his landing across the tracks. I watched as Drokar dropped down to all fours and leg sweeped four droids at once. Once that car was clear, I hopped down the hatch as well.

“You know there was a hatch, right?” I eyed Zan, placing my hands on my hips.

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have looked as charming sliding in through the hatch,” Zan grinned. I shook my head. Even in the most serious of situations he had to take the long way.

The city started to draw closer and I pointed it out to my teammates. We were only a couple of minutes away from the city limits. We battled through another room. Drokar crashed through a couple of teetering crates, taking out two droids on the other side. I ran past them to try to get to the control panel room on the other side; supposedly where the bomb was stationed.

“You! Stop!” A mechanic voice sounded behind me. I blasted the droid with a twist of my good shoulder, instantly dropping it where it stood. “Are they all gone yet?” I asked. No sooner did I vocalize my frustrations than an entire new troop of droids marched in through the car door. There were too many of them this time. We couldn’t possibly fight them off. Zan and I lowered our weapons, Drokar snarling and refusing to put his fists down. A noise from above us had us all take a step back. A bright red circle melted into the roof of the car, crashing down onto the close-knit group of droids. Master Char jumped down and forced them all out of the car windows, tearing a large gap in the metal.

We thanked Master Char for his help and ran into the bomb room. I hacked into the bomb and immediately realized that it was hardwired into the train.

“Impella, you know what you’re doing, right?” Zan eyed me worriedly, looking out the window to see how closely the city was.

“Uh, sure,” I typed a few more keys on the touch screen. “There’s no way to dismantle the bomb without stopping the entire train. We’ll have to come up with something else.”

One of the clones stepped into the room. A man named Corbett. We explained to him the situation and he radioed for the ship to blow up the pylons on the bridge. Zan and I had some difficulty climbing up through the hatch, but Drokar had no problem taking a full leap.

“You don’t have to show off, Drokar,” Zan said. Drokar grumbled to himself, not having a comeback. The two of them easily slid into the ship as it pulled up along the train. I jumped at the last second and was hoisted up by my two compatriots. We didn’t get very far away when a large explosion rocked the gun ship violently. We managed to save the city.

We returned to base, and I was glad when Zan and Drokar finally finished their who’s better contest. Head of command needed us to debrief the situation. Zan needed to speak with Master Char on his own, so Drokar and I went with the clones to the debriefing meeting.

“I’m surprised you were involved in the fighting this time around,” Scrapper patted me on the back, maybe a bit too informally. I gently nudged his arm away, giving him a winning smile.

“I could have done better if my gun didn’t glitch,” I patted my holster. After some convincing he walked away to speak with some of his superiors.

After a few minutes Drokar and I noticed Scrapper walking back the other way, blaster trained on our Jedi friends.

“Corbett, what’s going on?” I turned to the clone trooper who had just been on the mission with us. He had his weapon out as well, but was more hesitant in heading over to Zan and Master Char.

“Order sixty-six has been issued,” he responded, sweat dripping down his conflicted face.

“Order sixty-six?” I questioned. There were many things about the far span of galaxies that I knew, but this terminology I was unfamiliar with. “What does that mean?”

“The elimination of all Jedi,” Corbett answered, running towards the soon-to-be skirmish.

“I think we should pack our stuff and go, Dro’. Something’s not right.”

The two of us ran towards our allies, watching as Scrapper pulled up his weapon, training it on Zan and Master Char from ten feet away. Drokar managed to disarm them, while I tried to change their minds about what they were doing. None of them would listen. The message was too far ingrained in their minds. Zan deflected an attack aimed at Master Char. The clones were closing in.

“Get to one of the ships!” Drokar shouted. “I’ll take care of these guys!”

Corbett decided to help out our side, but he was concerned about his trooper brethren, not wanting to kill any of them. I shook my head, not understanding who would have issued such an attack on Jedi, and ran for one of the usuable ships. The closest thing I could see was a freighter ship on the opposite side of the hangar. I looked behind myself to see Drokar attempting to steal a web blaster away from some of the clone troopers.

Zan suddenly ran past me with Master Char, fighting a path to the same ship I had my sights on.

“Are you with us or against us?” Zan glared at me.

“I’m with you,” I panted, finally catching up to him. I was clearly out of shape. “Just really slow.”

Zan raised his hands and brought a gigantic mechanical crane to life, crashing the neck into lines of clone troopers.

It’s like he doesn’t even care that he’s hurting all of those people, I frowned. He’s scarier than I thought. I glanced behind me to see if Drokar was in sight. Come on, Dro’. I made it to the ship and walked up the platform to the safer haven of the ship’s innards. I was so out of breath that it took me a few seconds to catch my bearings.

“Impella, get the ship started!” Zan shouted from the entrance I just walked through. “I’ll guard you.”

“Right,” I heaved, slugging to the controls. “On it.” I booted up the computer with relative ease, sighing when all of the lights showed green. Thankfully it didn’t ask me for safe-mode or a user password like last time. Although a Freighter probably didn’t have much to guard.

The ships terrain window popped open, and I gasped as I saw more Jedi’s lives being extinguished. The light of their sabers instantly zipped out of sight. I hoped they would reappear, but things were going from bad to worse. Getting the engines up and going was proving to be more of a hassle, but Corbett helped them get going. I’m pretty sure all he did was hit the fuse box with the butt end of his hydro-spanner, but it didn’t really matter how it started at that point. The engines sputtered to life and Zan ran to the front of the ship.

“Thank you, my dear,” Zan gently moved me out of the way and belted himself into the pilot’s seat. He laid the ship’s arsenal on all of the clones below, keeping away from Char so he could get to the ship. I stared in disbelief from the dark corner, trembling from the massacre that was occurring in front of me.

How can Zan be doing this? How can he murder all of these people? We were friends with these people less than fifteen minutes ago.

Zan moved the throttle forward and managed to pick up our remaining allies. Drokar carried Master Char’s injured body onto the Freighter. We were all worried about him. I made a quick note that he was still breathing. Maybe we’d have time to get out of here and then use the med kit on him. Maybe not. We flew out of the hangar and out into space, only to be met by an onslaught of rebel ships.

“I want as much energy and shields as you can get!” Zan shouted orders.

“Doesn’t anyone care about the dying guy in our ship?” I blanched at Char’s immovable, blood stained body.

“We’ll all be dead if we don’t get out of here!” Zan retorted, dodging in between ships.

Drokar diverted the ship’s power to fully utilize it with our engines, while I activated some panels for the defense system. We watched as the system activated a targeting system for any incoming weapon fire. The engines began to overheat as the ship took on some injuries. Corbett managed to cool down the engines as the overheating began to start fires.

There wasn’t much else I could think to do, so I knelt down next to Master Char and pulled out the med kit. I patched up his wounded shoulder and gave him some medicine for the pain. Master Char kept his eyes closed and silently meditated.

Jedi are weird…I mused to myself.

I helped boost up the shields as smaller ships began to swarm ours. Drokar activated the communications line, which took far longer than we would have liked. I assumed that the antennae took more time to elongate in its old age. I tried to send out a deceptive message to change the coordinates of the other ships, but fumbled with my words. Something about non face-to-face conversations increased my anxiety. Drokar aided the distraction by shooting one of the bigger rebel ships, taking down its power supply and deploying all of its escape pods. We sent out an encrypted s.o.s. signal to make the other ships think it was in trouble. As they all converged on the sitting ship, Zan yelled for me to override the hyperdrive lock on the ship. We sped off into safety.

I can’t leave these idiots now, I looked around at the assembled crew. Zan, Drokar, Char, and Corbett. They’ll die without me.

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


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