Now I'm imagining her as the Grinch after his redemption. Being a smartass, troll pranking random Whoos as he bursts out cackling at random.
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Chapter 17
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Chapter 17
7948 CRC Eriadu System, Seswenna sector, Outer Rim Territories
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice,” Dooku bowed slightly to Wilhuff. “I know that you must be busy.”
“It was a pleasure to speak with you before,” Wilhuff smiled. “I hope that your travels have gone well.”
“Unfortunately it seems I must return to Serenno sooner than I expected,” Dooku frowned. “I have felt a stirring in the Force and I fear that something disastrous is about to occur.”
“Ahh,” Wilhuff’s smile turned bitter. “The Force.”
“I understand your skepticism,” Dooku said. “But I have found great success in the use of the Force to assist in my endeavors throughout my years.”
“I see,” Wilhuff sighed. “Let us sit and discuss the situation a bit more. I think it will enable us to find a solution.”
–
–
“Wilhuff!” Gideon burst into the room, apologizing furiously to Dooku as he moved around his brother’s desk. “You need to see this.”
Gideon switched on the holopad before connecting it to the communications terminal against the wall.
“Serenno has been unable to meet the demands that it agreed to in our contract,” a member of the Banking Clan stated publicly. “And as such, we are repossessing the properties that were mortgaged. Should we receive the correct payments, we will return the land and other properties that were seized.”
“Can they do that?” Wilhuff asked. “It seems like they intended to take the whole world.”
“Serenno does not have anything that would produce enough wealth to pay off all of the debts incurred by my family and the world currently,” Dooku sighed. “My brother was a wastrel and nearly destroyed Serenno. Now it seems I must clean up the last mess that he made before his death.”
“It’s not just Serenno that the Banking Clans are acting against,” Gideon pointed out a small section of the Holonet showing current market prices of goods and services. “Plenty of planets among the Mid and Outer Rim are facing economic upheaval. The Republic as a whole may have to tighten their belts.”
“Buy why act now?” Dooku asked as he stroked his goatee. “Surely they would earn more in the long term if they waited.”
“If the banking clans own the properties they can directly profit from the proceeds,” Wilhuff explained. “If they begin hiring workers of their own or producing droids they will soon be capable of matching the Trade Federation.”
“Leaving the Outer Rim’s fate tied to tyrants,” Dooku muttered. “I assume that the Senate is useless?”
“The Senate is currently discussing the market crash,” Gideon sighed. “They are more concerned with how this will affect the core than the effects this may have on the Outer or Mid rim.”
“The corruption grows with every passing day,” Dooku sagged in his chair, his age showing for once. “If you’ll send me that list,” Dooku met Wilhuff’s eyes and an understanding was reached. “I believe that I will have need of it soon.”
“I will send it to your Comm,” Wilhuff said before turning to speak softly to Gideon. “Now, I’m afraid that there are many things I have to do in order to secure Eriadu against further harm from what the Senate may do.”
“I will take my leave,” Dooku agreed. “Thank you for your assistance. I hope that we may remain allies in the future.”
–
–
“I take it the meeting went well?” Yaddle asked as Dooku boarded his ship.
“I thought you were supposed to return to Coruscant,” Dooku grunted.
“And leave you alone when you are in distress?” Yaddle shook her head. “I think not. I have watched many friends pass away, I will not see you wither away while I remain distant. No, I will go with you and render aid where I am able.”
“It is good to be among friends again,” Dooku smiled sadly. “But I fear that this is a journey that I must walk alone.”
“No one should journey alone,” Yaddle chided him as she strapped herself in. “It is when we are alone that we are most vulnerable.”
“You know, this isn’t exactly what I meant,” I raised my eyebrow at Sheppard as four cruisers landed next to the rest of our dropships, the Gozanti’s coasting in and setting down in between while the starfighters flew to the airfield.
“Well, the guy had a pretty nice deal,” Sheppard gestured to the Neimoidian that was looking at the house we had promised him. “He didn’t even really try to fight. To be honest, he reminds me of a Lyran middleman who got hung out to dry.”
“What’s your other reason?” I asked, my arms crossed across my chest.
“He’s got connections we might need,” Sheppard shrugged. “If there’s even the slightest chance of him knowing people that could get us more ships and production then we should take that chance.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “We can use the droids to start working on some of the things the Engineers have cooked up.”
“Oh?” Sheppard asked. “Anything interesting?”
“They took one of the Ballista up to the Argo to get a good scan of it,” I pointed at the artillery piece that was in various pieces. “And it’s extremely simple to manufacture. As is the standard ammunition.”
“Anything else we going to work on?” Sheppard asked. “Artillery is king on the battlefield, but we don’t exactly have the means to produce the rest of our gear aside from the most basic of spare parts.”
“We’re working on our combat vehicles,” we walked over to the motor pool. “The Mechs is actually the hardest thing to build a factory for. The tanks we have are mostly internal combustion powered, and we do have the plans for the Toro and the Talos from the Taurian colony.”
“So artillery first, then what, the Partisans?” Sheppard asked.
“Yep,” I nodded. “We’re working on fleshing out our combat vehicles and ASF before we move onto the mechs. AA and Artillery are going to be critical in the future. Plus, we’ve got to sort out how we’re going to be organizing our doctrine from here on out.”
“We do seem to be taking on more personnel than I expected,” Sheppard nodded at the training grounds where drill instructors were screaming at new recruits. “I take it we’re going to start standing up new Companies soon?”
“Probably going to be some extra battalions sooner than later,” I shrugged. “We’ve got quite a few of the Twi’leks that seem to think signing up with us is the best chance they’ll have to learn some combat skills. In fact, most of the people that have joined have been Twi’lek women.”
“I wonder why that is,” Sheppard mused.
“No clue,” I stopped walking as we approached the HQ building. “But I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll find out,” Sheppard said as we moved into the building. “Think we’ll have any more big contracts now that we’ve accomplished this one?”
“I think we’ll get a break for a bit,” I replied. “We need to get our newbies trained up and finish work on the Lucrehulk in the belt. There’s still a ton of work to be done.”
“Figures we just have more work to do,” Sheppard grinned.
“Would you have it any other way?” I replied. “Adapt or die, my friend.”
“Just make sure there’s ammo and beer at the end and I’m with you,” Sheppard laughed. “Now, we should probably get to the main debrief.”
“Yeah, I want the details of what you arranged with the Neimoidian,” I nodded. “Hopefully you didn’t screw us over.”
“Don’t worry,” Sheppard grinned. “I think you’ll like what we arranged.”
7948 CRC Eriadu System, Seswenna sector, Outer Rim Territories
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice,” Dooku bowed slightly to Wilhuff. “I know that you must be busy.”
“It was a pleasure to speak with you before,” Wilhuff smiled. “I hope that your travels have gone well.”
“Unfortunately it seems I must return to Serenno sooner than I expected,” Dooku frowned. “I have felt a stirring in the Force and I fear that something disastrous is about to occur.”
“Ahh,” Wilhuff’s smile turned bitter. “The Force.”
“I understand your skepticism,” Dooku said. “But I have found great success in the use of the Force to assist in my endeavors throughout my years.”
“I see,” Wilhuff sighed. “Let us sit and discuss the situation a bit more. I think it will enable us to find a solution.”
–
–
“Wilhuff!” Gideon burst into the room, apologizing furiously to Dooku as he moved around his brother’s desk. “You need to see this.”
Gideon switched on the holopad before connecting it to the communications terminal against the wall.
“Serenno has been unable to meet the demands that it agreed to in our contract,” a member of the Banking Clan stated publicly. “And as such, we are repossessing the properties that were mortgaged. Should we receive the correct payments, we will return the land and other properties that were seized.”
“Can they do that?” Wilhuff asked. “It seems like they intended to take the whole world.”
“Serenno does not have anything that would produce enough wealth to pay off all of the debts incurred by my family and the world currently,” Dooku sighed. “My brother was a wastrel and nearly destroyed Serenno. Now it seems I must clean up the last mess that he made before his death.”
“It’s not just Serenno that the Banking Clans are acting against,” Gideon pointed out a small section of the Holonet showing current market prices of goods and services. “Plenty of planets among the Mid and Outer Rim are facing economic upheaval. The Republic as a whole may have to tighten their belts.”
“Buy why act now?” Dooku asked as he stroked his goatee. “Surely they would earn more in the long term if they waited.”
“If the banking clans own the properties they can directly profit from the proceeds,” Wilhuff explained. “If they begin hiring workers of their own or producing droids they will soon be capable of matching the Trade Federation.”
“Leaving the Outer Rim’s fate tied to tyrants,” Dooku muttered. “I assume that the Senate is useless?”
“The Senate is currently discussing the market crash,” Gideon sighed. “They are more concerned with how this will affect the core than the effects this may have on the Outer or Mid rim.”
“The corruption grows with every passing day,” Dooku sagged in his chair, his age showing for once. “If you’ll send me that list,” Dooku met Wilhuff’s eyes and an understanding was reached. “I believe that I will have need of it soon.”
“I will send it to your Comm,” Wilhuff said before turning to speak softly to Gideon. “Now, I’m afraid that there are many things I have to do in order to secure Eriadu against further harm from what the Senate may do.”
“I will take my leave,” Dooku agreed. “Thank you for your assistance. I hope that we may remain allies in the future.”
–
–
“I take it the meeting went well?” Yaddle asked as Dooku boarded his ship.
“I thought you were supposed to return to Coruscant,” Dooku grunted.
“And leave you alone when you are in distress?” Yaddle shook her head. “I think not. I have watched many friends pass away, I will not see you wither away while I remain distant. No, I will go with you and render aid where I am able.”
“It is good to be among friends again,” Dooku smiled sadly. “But I fear that this is a journey that I must walk alone.”
“No one should journey alone,” Yaddle chided him as she strapped herself in. “It is when we are alone that we are most vulnerable.”
“You know, this isn’t exactly what I meant,” I raised my eyebrow at Sheppard as four cruisers landed next to the rest of our dropships, the Gozanti’s coasting in and setting down in between while the starfighters flew to the airfield.
“Well, the guy had a pretty nice deal,” Sheppard gestured to the Neimoidian that was looking at the house we had promised him. “He didn’t even really try to fight. To be honest, he reminds me of a Lyran middleman who got hung out to dry.”
“What’s your other reason?” I asked, my arms crossed across my chest.
“He’s got connections we might need,” Sheppard shrugged. “If there’s even the slightest chance of him knowing people that could get us more ships and production then we should take that chance.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “We can use the droids to start working on some of the things the Engineers have cooked up.”
“Oh?” Sheppard asked. “Anything interesting?”
“They took one of the Ballista up to the Argo to get a good scan of it,” I pointed at the artillery piece that was in various pieces. “And it’s extremely simple to manufacture. As is the standard ammunition.”
“Anything else we going to work on?” Sheppard asked. “Artillery is king on the battlefield, but we don’t exactly have the means to produce the rest of our gear aside from the most basic of spare parts.”
“We’re working on our combat vehicles,” we walked over to the motor pool. “The Mechs is actually the hardest thing to build a factory for. The tanks we have are mostly internal combustion powered, and we do have the plans for the Toro and the Talos from the Taurian colony.”
“So artillery first, then what, the Partisans?” Sheppard asked.
“Yep,” I nodded. “We’re working on fleshing out our combat vehicles and ASF before we move onto the mechs. AA and Artillery are going to be critical in the future. Plus, we’ve got to sort out how we’re going to be organizing our doctrine from here on out.”
“We do seem to be taking on more personnel than I expected,” Sheppard nodded at the training grounds where drill instructors were screaming at new recruits. “I take it we’re going to start standing up new Companies soon?”
“Probably going to be some extra battalions sooner than later,” I shrugged. “We’ve got quite a few of the Twi’leks that seem to think signing up with us is the best chance they’ll have to learn some combat skills. In fact, most of the people that have joined have been Twi’lek women.”
“I wonder why that is,” Sheppard mused.
“No clue,” I stopped walking as we approached the HQ building. “But I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll find out,” Sheppard said as we moved into the building. “Think we’ll have any more big contracts now that we’ve accomplished this one?”
“I think we’ll get a break for a bit,” I replied. “We need to get our newbies trained up and finish work on the Lucrehulk in the belt. There’s still a ton of work to be done.”
“Figures we just have more work to do,” Sheppard grinned.
“Would you have it any other way?” I replied. “Adapt or die, my friend.”
“Just make sure there’s ammo and beer at the end and I’m with you,” Sheppard laughed. “Now, we should probably get to the main debrief.”
“Yeah, I want the details of what you arranged with the Neimoidian,” I nodded. “Hopefully you didn’t screw us over.”
“Don’t worry,” Sheppard grinned. “I think you’ll like what we arranged.”
MarkWarrior
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So,they could produce other things,but decided to start with artillery?
Good choice.
Aside from that - could SW tech schoot missiles ? If not,some better HIMARS would be useful,too.
Chapter 18
MarkWarrior
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Chapter 18 Palpatine/Jedi Temple Interlude
"Master Yoda, Master Windu, I hope you can assist with this crisis," Chancellor Palpatine greeted the two Jedi Masters as they entered the room. "The entire Republic seems to be ready to rip itself apart over this economic matter.
"Not much there is, we can do," Yoda shook his head. "Only able to help as we are requested."
"That said, there are a few Jedi who we can assign to assist in matters where the usual systems in place are struggling," Windu said as he took a seat.
"Hmm," Yoda mused. "The Banking Clans, able to do this. Explain, can you?"
"I'm afraid I'm not an expert in these matters," Palpatine frowned. "I have had to rely on my advisors to instruct me on exactly how badly the Republic will be impacted by this."
"Survive, the Republic will," Yoda said as he hummed thoughtfully. "Arrange, for Knights to be available, we will."
"Thank you for your time," Palpatine smiled softly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, the Senate is to meet in an hour and I must make preparations."
"Of course, Chancellor," Windu stood up. "Please keep us apprised of the situation."
"I will make the Council aware of anything of importance," Palpatine stood up to see them out.
–
–
"It seems that your plan is succeeding beyond even our best predictions," Mas Amedda said as he and Darth Sidious looked at the data. "The Outer Rim is crumbling, the Mid Rim is struggling, and the Core seems to be trying to ensure their worlds remain secure."
"Yes," Sidious said as he looked into the future using the Dark Side of the Force. "The Grand Plan had to be changed some. But the results will be the same. I have foreseen it."
"And what of the army that you intended to create?" Amedda asked.
"Master Syfo Dyas was easily persuaded to go off on his own," Sidious smirked. "His creation shall still serve its intended purpose."
"And what of Count Dooku?"
"He will still fall to the Dark Side," Sidious faced the window. "It is only a matter of time. And then he will seek me out, eager to learn how to master his newfound powers."
"You have a mission for us?" Obi-Wan asked the Council.
"The Banking Clans and Mandalorians are currently having issues," Master Windu explains. "Duchess Satine Kryze has requested a Jedi presence to ensure that the negotiations go as planned."
"I am unsure that I am the right Jedi for this," Obi-Wan says after a moment of silence. "Given my past experiences, I may not be an objective and impartial representative."
"Your past experiences are why you were chosen for this," Windu replied. "We believe you and your Padawan will be necessary for the mission."
"Will of the Force, it is," Yoda speaks up. "Go, you must."
"Very well," Obi-Wan bows. "We will depart tomorrow."
"What experience do you have?" Anakin asked once they had left the Council chambers.
"I'd rather not speak of it unless it becomes relevant to our mission," Obi-Wan frowns. "Now, we must speak to your teachers and inform them you will be completing the rest of the year's coursework remotely."
"Why?" Anakin asked. "I thought being on a mission meant we didn't have to do the work."
"Would you rather do the coursework while we are on a mission, or spend months having to do extra work to catch up when we get back?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "The choice is yours."
Anakin groaned and started stomping through the halls toward his Astrogation class.
"I need to meditate," Obi-Wan sighed. "This mission is going to end in disaster, I can feel it."
"Master," Ferus Olin looked at Siri. "Is there a reason we're heading into the Outer Rim? It was my understanding that we were to return to the temple."
"That was before we were requested to aid Serenno," Siri said as she entered the new hyperspace coordinates. "The galaxy stands on the precipice. And we may be what brings it back."
"Isn't Serenno ruled by one of the Lost Twenty?" Ferus asked, blowing a stray hair out of his eyes.
"Yan Dooku is a wise man, one that served the Order well," Siri explained, her blond hair shifting as she looked at the teenager. "It is believed that we will be the best fit for the task. The alternative was that Obi-Wan and his padawan were sent."
"Skywalker?" Ferus scoffed. "We both know that his need to "improvise" has led more than one of our missions to near disaster."
"I am aware of your issues with Padawan Skywalker," Siri replied. "And I even understand them to some extent, but Obi-Wan had a rough start to his apprenticeship as well. Yet here he is, an exemplary Jedi Knight."
"I understand that there will be other padawans that start shaky," Ferus sighs. "But Anakin is not just on shaky ground. He's building a foundation on emotions that fly all over the place. He has no control."
"Maturity will come with age," Siri laughs. "Give it time. I think you'll find that things will change as you grow older. Now, I believe we should both get some rest and then meditate. We do not know what lies ahead at Serenno and should be prepared."
"Yes Master," Ferus moves to the entrance of his cabin and opens the door. "I'll be ready for whatever comes tomorrow."
"This, is not what I expected when I was told they were mercenaries…"
"Master Yoda, Master Windu, I hope you can assist with this crisis," Chancellor Palpatine greeted the two Jedi Masters as they entered the room. "The entire Republic seems to be ready to rip itself apart over this economic matter.
"Not much there is, we can do," Yoda shook his head. "Only able to help as we are requested."
"That said, there are a few Jedi who we can assign to assist in matters where the usual systems in place are struggling," Windu said as he took a seat.
"Hmm," Yoda mused. "The Banking Clans, able to do this. Explain, can you?"
"I'm afraid I'm not an expert in these matters," Palpatine frowned. "I have had to rely on my advisors to instruct me on exactly how badly the Republic will be impacted by this."
"Survive, the Republic will," Yoda said as he hummed thoughtfully. "Arrange, for Knights to be available, we will."
"Thank you for your time," Palpatine smiled softly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, the Senate is to meet in an hour and I must make preparations."
"Of course, Chancellor," Windu stood up. "Please keep us apprised of the situation."
"I will make the Council aware of anything of importance," Palpatine stood up to see them out.
–
–
"It seems that your plan is succeeding beyond even our best predictions," Mas Amedda said as he and Darth Sidious looked at the data. "The Outer Rim is crumbling, the Mid Rim is struggling, and the Core seems to be trying to ensure their worlds remain secure."
"Yes," Sidious said as he looked into the future using the Dark Side of the Force. "The Grand Plan had to be changed some. But the results will be the same. I have foreseen it."
"And what of the army that you intended to create?" Amedda asked.
"Master Syfo Dyas was easily persuaded to go off on his own," Sidious smirked. "His creation shall still serve its intended purpose."
"And what of Count Dooku?"
"He will still fall to the Dark Side," Sidious faced the window. "It is only a matter of time. And then he will seek me out, eager to learn how to master his newfound powers."
"You have a mission for us?" Obi-Wan asked the Council.
"The Banking Clans and Mandalorians are currently having issues," Master Windu explains. "Duchess Satine Kryze has requested a Jedi presence to ensure that the negotiations go as planned."
"I am unsure that I am the right Jedi for this," Obi-Wan says after a moment of silence. "Given my past experiences, I may not be an objective and impartial representative."
"Your past experiences are why you were chosen for this," Windu replied. "We believe you and your Padawan will be necessary for the mission."
"Will of the Force, it is," Yoda speaks up. "Go, you must."
"Very well," Obi-Wan bows. "We will depart tomorrow."
"What experience do you have?" Anakin asked once they had left the Council chambers.
"I'd rather not speak of it unless it becomes relevant to our mission," Obi-Wan frowns. "Now, we must speak to your teachers and inform them you will be completing the rest of the year's coursework remotely."
"Why?" Anakin asked. "I thought being on a mission meant we didn't have to do the work."
"Would you rather do the coursework while we are on a mission, or spend months having to do extra work to catch up when we get back?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "The choice is yours."
Anakin groaned and started stomping through the halls toward his Astrogation class.
"I need to meditate," Obi-Wan sighed. "This mission is going to end in disaster, I can feel it."
"Master," Ferus Olin looked at Siri. "Is there a reason we're heading into the Outer Rim? It was my understanding that we were to return to the temple."
"That was before we were requested to aid Serenno," Siri said as she entered the new hyperspace coordinates. "The galaxy stands on the precipice. And we may be what brings it back."
"Isn't Serenno ruled by one of the Lost Twenty?" Ferus asked, blowing a stray hair out of his eyes.
"Yan Dooku is a wise man, one that served the Order well," Siri explained, her blond hair shifting as she looked at the teenager. "It is believed that we will be the best fit for the task. The alternative was that Obi-Wan and his padawan were sent."
"Skywalker?" Ferus scoffed. "We both know that his need to "improvise" has led more than one of our missions to near disaster."
"I am aware of your issues with Padawan Skywalker," Siri replied. "And I even understand them to some extent, but Obi-Wan had a rough start to his apprenticeship as well. Yet here he is, an exemplary Jedi Knight."
"I understand that there will be other padawans that start shaky," Ferus sighs. "But Anakin is not just on shaky ground. He's building a foundation on emotions that fly all over the place. He has no control."
"Maturity will come with age," Siri laughs. "Give it time. I think you'll find that things will change as you grow older. Now, I believe we should both get some rest and then meditate. We do not know what lies ahead at Serenno and should be prepared."
"Yes Master," Ferus moves to the entrance of his cabin and opens the door. "I'll be ready for whatever comes tomorrow."
"This, is not what I expected when I was told they were mercenaries…"
Was it supposed to end there?
MarkWarrior
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Yes. It was deliberate. Anything more would ruin the set up for the next chapter.
MarkWarrior
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So,typical sailor.
He's just short of the threshold to qualify for the James Tiberius Kirk of the setting. Although EU Obi Wan definitely did cross that threshold
Chapter 19
MarkWarrior
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Chapter 19
"They do not appear to be the same as the other mercenaries that were on Tarkin's list," Yaddle agreed.
"There are so many of them," Dooku said as he looked over the newly manufactured spaceport. "And they are much better equipped than the others that we spoke to."
"Hmm," Yaddle agreed. "It is as if we have stepped into the past and we're greeted by one of the armies of the Jedi Lords."
"Good morning!" A cheerful voice called out. "I'm Major Sheppard, the Executive Officer of the Marksman Mercenary company. I believe that we spoke earlier this week."
A dark haired man stepped forward, the way he moved implying that he was dangerous.
"Indeed we did," Yaddle gave a small bow. "Jedi Master Yaddle at your service."
"Well, if you'll follow me I'll give you a tour of what is allowed to be seen by the public," a polite smile appeared on Sheppard's face as a truck pulled up. "Please, after you."
"You are not what we expected to find," Dooku eventually spoke.
"I take it you've met our competitors?" Sheppard asked.
"Yes," Dooku nodded. "They were… Less than impressive."
"They seemed to be less uniform than your group," Yaddle reclined in her seat.
"We're not from around here," Sheppard said as the truck came to a stop. "We're from a pretty remote area of space and merc groups spring up all the time. Some of them are more like the group you encountered. But the most successful ones tend to be a bit more professional."
"I see that you possess a modest fleet of ships," Dooku says as he looks at the visible sections of the base. "That may be needed if I am persuaded to hire you."
"You won't run into a more professional force in the Outer Rim," Sheppard looks at the new recruits with pride. "Is there anything specific you'd like to see?"
"I was hoping to meet Colonel Hull," Dooku replied. "Is he present?"
"Colonel Hull is on one of the training fields," Sheppard points in the distance at where flashes of light are fading in and out. "We're training our new artillery crews and he's helping out as a forward observer."
"May we speak to him?" Yaddle asked. "We wish to make an informed decision."
"Of course," Sheppard smiled. "You're going to want some ear protection though. Artillery is loud."
—
—
"Kilo-1, no joy," I say as I look at the grid that I had indicated. "You were off by a few hundred meters."
"Copy that, sir, our observer's still working on callouts."
"Hey, Hull!" Sheppard's voice cut into my comms. "Got some potential customers that wanted to meet you!"
"One minute! Kilo-1, fire for effect!"
The training shell hit the target, flinging chunks of dirt and grass into the air.
"Good effect on the target, Kilo-1!"
"Glad to hear it!"
"Keep training, I'll be back to check up on you," I hopped into the nearby jeep and drove back to where the Ballista were parked.
As soon as I laid eyes on a familiar form, my heart leapt into my throat and the hair on my arms stood up.
Allowing myself to feel the fear for a minute, I took a deep breath and steadied myself before I parked the Jeep and got out.
"I'm Colonel Mark Hull," I greeted one of my nightmares. "I heard you wanted to speak to me."
Dooku frowned at me for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I wish to see what sort of man would seek to build something like this."
"Then let's hope you like what you see."
"I wouldn't say we were working for the good guys," I answered Yaddle's question. "But we were working for the least bad of the nations back where we are from. When you've been locked into a war for two centuries, there isn't really a "light" side to pick from. Only varying shades of gray."
"Then how do you claim to be doing the right thing?" Dooku asked. "If you come from such a world, surely morality is ambiguous."
"Sure, I can see how you would think that to some extent," I shrug. "But everyone in our unit operates under a code of conduct. There are things we will not do, and lines that we refuse to cross. I'll not claim that we're perfect. In our line of work, eventually a civilian will get killed or something will go wrong and we have to pick the least bad of several options. But for the most part, we strive to maintain a standard of excellence."
"And how do you enforce these 'standards of excellence'."
"The punishment depends on the crime," I reply in between sips of coffee. "Minor offenses like petty theft for example tend to be docked pay and a week or two in the brig. Major offenses… Well, it depends on the crime. Murder and rape get you sent to a firing squad immediately. Grand theft involves a hefty fine and removal from the unit with all pay. The rest of it is really on a case by case basis."
"Hmm," Dooku strokes his goatee. "And are you willing to follow the orders of the one who hired you?"
"To a certain extent," I glanced at Yaddle. "But we prefer to maintain independent command structures from our employers unless the contract specifies otherwise."
"Give me the night to consider this," Dooku stands up. "Should I hire you, we can discuss the terms of the contract then."
"Seems fair to me," I stand up and shake his hand. "I'll be around."
I waited until the two Jedi left before turning and walking into my house, collapsing into my chair as the emotions I had stuffed down bubbled up.
"I just met Dooku," I exhale. "And I'm still alive."
Grabbing my notepad, I jotted down a bunch of notes for the fine print of the contract to go over tomorrow before collapsing in bed as a lump of weary flesh.
"And we get to do it all over again tomorrow," I sighed, rolling over and closing my eyes, the darkness allowing me to drift off to sleep.
"That man," Dooku said once he and Yaddle were safely back on his ship. "Did you sense that?"
"Yes," Yaddle nodded. "A sudden jolt of fear that he buried deep within."
"What reason would he have to fear us?" Dooku paced for a minute before sitting down. "It is of no serious consequence anyway."
"But why were they at the bottom of Tarkin's list?" Yaddle mused.
"The Marksman seem to be new to this region," Dooku stroked his goatee. "They likely have not built up the same reputation that the other groups have."
"I think I shall speak to Colonel Hull tomorrow, and see if we can work out an equitable arrangement."
"Tomorrow then," Yaddle agreed as she moved to her cabin. "Let us hope for a quick resolution."
"A Jedi is never late, nor early, but arrives precisely when the Force requires it," Dooku teased before moving to his own cabin. "Good night Yaddle, thank you for remaining with me in these dark times, a friend has been most needed."
The door slid shut behind him.
"The darkness still hovers over you, old friend," Yaddle sighed. "But I will do what I can to drive it back."
"They do not appear to be the same as the other mercenaries that were on Tarkin's list," Yaddle agreed.
"There are so many of them," Dooku said as he looked over the newly manufactured spaceport. "And they are much better equipped than the others that we spoke to."
"Hmm," Yaddle agreed. "It is as if we have stepped into the past and we're greeted by one of the armies of the Jedi Lords."
"Good morning!" A cheerful voice called out. "I'm Major Sheppard, the Executive Officer of the Marksman Mercenary company. I believe that we spoke earlier this week."
A dark haired man stepped forward, the way he moved implying that he was dangerous.
"Indeed we did," Yaddle gave a small bow. "Jedi Master Yaddle at your service."
"Well, if you'll follow me I'll give you a tour of what is allowed to be seen by the public," a polite smile appeared on Sheppard's face as a truck pulled up. "Please, after you."
"You are not what we expected to find," Dooku eventually spoke.
"I take it you've met our competitors?" Sheppard asked.
"Yes," Dooku nodded. "They were… Less than impressive."
"They seemed to be less uniform than your group," Yaddle reclined in her seat.
"We're not from around here," Sheppard said as the truck came to a stop. "We're from a pretty remote area of space and merc groups spring up all the time. Some of them are more like the group you encountered. But the most successful ones tend to be a bit more professional."
"I see that you possess a modest fleet of ships," Dooku says as he looks at the visible sections of the base. "That may be needed if I am persuaded to hire you."
"You won't run into a more professional force in the Outer Rim," Sheppard looks at the new recruits with pride. "Is there anything specific you'd like to see?"
"I was hoping to meet Colonel Hull," Dooku replied. "Is he present?"
"Colonel Hull is on one of the training fields," Sheppard points in the distance at where flashes of light are fading in and out. "We're training our new artillery crews and he's helping out as a forward observer."
"May we speak to him?" Yaddle asked. "We wish to make an informed decision."
"Of course," Sheppard smiled. "You're going to want some ear protection though. Artillery is loud."
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"Kilo-1, no joy," I say as I look at the grid that I had indicated. "You were off by a few hundred meters."
"Copy that, sir, our observer's still working on callouts."
"Hey, Hull!" Sheppard's voice cut into my comms. "Got some potential customers that wanted to meet you!"
"One minute! Kilo-1, fire for effect!"
The training shell hit the target, flinging chunks of dirt and grass into the air.
"Good effect on the target, Kilo-1!"
"Glad to hear it!"
"Keep training, I'll be back to check up on you," I hopped into the nearby jeep and drove back to where the Ballista were parked.
As soon as I laid eyes on a familiar form, my heart leapt into my throat and the hair on my arms stood up.
Allowing myself to feel the fear for a minute, I took a deep breath and steadied myself before I parked the Jeep and got out.
"I'm Colonel Mark Hull," I greeted one of my nightmares. "I heard you wanted to speak to me."
Dooku frowned at me for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I wish to see what sort of man would seek to build something like this."
"Then let's hope you like what you see."
"I wouldn't say we were working for the good guys," I answered Yaddle's question. "But we were working for the least bad of the nations back where we are from. When you've been locked into a war for two centuries, there isn't really a "light" side to pick from. Only varying shades of gray."
"Then how do you claim to be doing the right thing?" Dooku asked. "If you come from such a world, surely morality is ambiguous."
"Sure, I can see how you would think that to some extent," I shrug. "But everyone in our unit operates under a code of conduct. There are things we will not do, and lines that we refuse to cross. I'll not claim that we're perfect. In our line of work, eventually a civilian will get killed or something will go wrong and we have to pick the least bad of several options. But for the most part, we strive to maintain a standard of excellence."
"And how do you enforce these 'standards of excellence'."
"The punishment depends on the crime," I reply in between sips of coffee. "Minor offenses like petty theft for example tend to be docked pay and a week or two in the brig. Major offenses… Well, it depends on the crime. Murder and rape get you sent to a firing squad immediately. Grand theft involves a hefty fine and removal from the unit with all pay. The rest of it is really on a case by case basis."
"Hmm," Dooku strokes his goatee. "And are you willing to follow the orders of the one who hired you?"
"To a certain extent," I glanced at Yaddle. "But we prefer to maintain independent command structures from our employers unless the contract specifies otherwise."
"Give me the night to consider this," Dooku stands up. "Should I hire you, we can discuss the terms of the contract then."
"Seems fair to me," I stand up and shake his hand. "I'll be around."
I waited until the two Jedi left before turning and walking into my house, collapsing into my chair as the emotions I had stuffed down bubbled up.
"I just met Dooku," I exhale. "And I'm still alive."
Grabbing my notepad, I jotted down a bunch of notes for the fine print of the contract to go over tomorrow before collapsing in bed as a lump of weary flesh.
"And we get to do it all over again tomorrow," I sighed, rolling over and closing my eyes, the darkness allowing me to drift off to sleep.
"That man," Dooku said once he and Yaddle were safely back on his ship. "Did you sense that?"
"Yes," Yaddle nodded. "A sudden jolt of fear that he buried deep within."
"What reason would he have to fear us?" Dooku paced for a minute before sitting down. "It is of no serious consequence anyway."
"But why were they at the bottom of Tarkin's list?" Yaddle mused.
"The Marksman seem to be new to this region," Dooku stroked his goatee. "They likely have not built up the same reputation that the other groups have."
"I think I shall speak to Colonel Hull tomorrow, and see if we can work out an equitable arrangement."
"Tomorrow then," Yaddle agreed as she moved to her cabin. "Let us hope for a quick resolution."
"A Jedi is never late, nor early, but arrives precisely when the Force requires it," Dooku teased before moving to his own cabin. "Good night Yaddle, thank you for remaining with me in these dark times, a friend has been most needed."
The door slid shut behind him.
"The darkness still hovers over you, old friend," Yaddle sighed. "But I will do what I can to drive it back."
Chapter 20
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Chapter 20
"This is the way to start your morning," I smiled as I sat on my front porch, a mug of coffee in hand I smelled the early morning dew and watched the horizon begin to glow a brilliant sapphire and gold.
Leaning back in the rocking chair, I took a sip of the liquid gold and exhaled. I was content and would enjoy this moment while it lasted.
"It is not often that I witness someone truly enjoy a morning such as this," a voice said from just out of my view on the left.
"Master Yaddle," I turned my head so that I could see her with my good eye instead of my blurry peripheral. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"I am curious," Yaddle walked up the steps. "May I take a seat next to you and ask some questions?"
"Of course," I replied as I stood up and made to move inside. "Would you like some coffee?"
"I will accept a small cup," Yaddle smiled. "I have not had this 'coffee' before."
Moving just inside the door, I opened the cabinet and get another mug out, pouring some coffee into it before stepping back outside onto the porch.
"It's a bit bitter," I handed her the mug. "But I enjoy it," I sat back down in my chair. "Now, you had some questions, and I'll answer them if I can."
Yaddle simply sipped at her coffee and looked out at the same horizon that I was for a minute, enjoying the peacefulness of the dawn.
"I do have questions," Yaddle said as she used the force to slowly rock her chair. "But they can wait for a time."
At that, I relaxed my shoulders and continued to sip my coffee while I read the leather-bound book that rested beside the rocking chair.
Finishing my coffee, I set the book back down before turning my full attention to the diminutive green figure that was seated beside me.
She simply continued to sip at her own mug as she seemingly faded away into observing the local star as it rose over the horizon.
"You are interesting," She said after a moment of silence. "You seem just as content here as you are leading your people," Yaddle rocked back and forth in the chair. "Why continue to act as a mercenary?" She finally asked. "You could have retired on this world, and done whatever you wanted as a wealthy man. So, tell me, Colonel Hull. What is it that drives you forward? What is it that you truly seek and desire that only this way of life can provide?
I paused for a minute, thinking about the questions that had been asked and slowly digesting them before searching myself for the answers.
"I was born too late for the Age of Sail and Exploration," I said after a time. "And too early to roam and make the great discoveries of the stars above. And yet, there is always this burning desire to step forward and seize the future with my own hands, to take destiny and break it over my knee," I paused to breathe. "Or at least, that's what I thought for nearly a decade. Nowadays I realize that the great adventure that I had sought out for so long was right in front of me. Unfortunately, it was far too late a revelation for me to be able to do anything about it."
I stopped for a minute, taking a breath and shoving the lingering sorrow to the side yet again.
"I'm a mercenary because I've come to love this kind of life," I finished. "I love the people that I work with, and I enjoy seeing the people underneath me grow and become a part of something more than any one person. I do this because I'm here to stay, the life of a soldier is harsh but fulfilling, and to be completely honest," I looked Yaddle in the eye. "I always wanted to be in the military, and this is the closest I've ever been to that. These are my people, and I will endeavor to take care of them as long as I am able."
"I see," Yaddle said as she closed her eyes and considered what I had said. "I will meditate on this," she rose from her chair. "It was a pleasure to share a drink with you, I will see you again when it is time to negotiate."
"Well?" Dooku asked with a raised eyebrow from his meditations.
"The man is a good choice," Yaddle settled down beside him. "I believe that he will hold to his convictions and promises, provided that we do the same."
"He will have nothing to fear from me," Dooku exhaled, the force seeming to flow in and out as he channeled it. "I have decided on a course of action."
"Oh?" Yaddle asked.
"I need you to go back to the Temple and gather those who would be willing to assist," Dooku's eyes snapped open. "I will take these Marksman and drive the Banking Clans out of Serenno, then, I will petition the Senate to intervene."
"And if that does not work?' Yaddle asked. "What will you do then?"
"That is something that I still need to meditate on," Dooku confessed. "But the words that the Tarkin brothers spoke have lingered with me, and I feel that I must consider them more."
"I will see if I can borrow a ship from the Marksman," said as she thought about their conversation. "They may be willing to allow us to negotiate the uses of one of them as a part of our contract."
"I will discuss it with Colonel Hull," Dooku agreed. "After all, we must make haste, I can sense that there is much that hinges on this."
"Hmm," Yaddle agreed. "Ahead of us lies a crossroads and we will see what comes of our decisions. But know this, regardless of what you decide to do in the future, I will remain by your side old friend."
A weight seemed to lift off of Dooku's shoulders as the force flowed into him, the man seemingly de-aging a decade as he stood up. "Thank you," he swung his cape up onto his shoulders. "I am ever in your debt, Yaddle. Now, we have much to do and little time to do it in."
"Agreed," Yaddle stood up and began to follow him. "The time to move is now."
Author's note: Sorry this is a day late. I really didn't feel like writing yesterday. On top of that, I rewrote this chapter between 6-7 times and I'm still not satisfied with it, but I guess I'll have to live with the results on this one.
"This is the way to start your morning," I smiled as I sat on my front porch, a mug of coffee in hand I smelled the early morning dew and watched the horizon begin to glow a brilliant sapphire and gold.
Leaning back in the rocking chair, I took a sip of the liquid gold and exhaled. I was content and would enjoy this moment while it lasted.
"It is not often that I witness someone truly enjoy a morning such as this," a voice said from just out of my view on the left.
"Master Yaddle," I turned my head so that I could see her with my good eye instead of my blurry peripheral. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"I am curious," Yaddle walked up the steps. "May I take a seat next to you and ask some questions?"
"Of course," I replied as I stood up and made to move inside. "Would you like some coffee?"
"I will accept a small cup," Yaddle smiled. "I have not had this 'coffee' before."
Moving just inside the door, I opened the cabinet and get another mug out, pouring some coffee into it before stepping back outside onto the porch.
"It's a bit bitter," I handed her the mug. "But I enjoy it," I sat back down in my chair. "Now, you had some questions, and I'll answer them if I can."
Yaddle simply sipped at her coffee and looked out at the same horizon that I was for a minute, enjoying the peacefulness of the dawn.
"I do have questions," Yaddle said as she used the force to slowly rock her chair. "But they can wait for a time."
At that, I relaxed my shoulders and continued to sip my coffee while I read the leather-bound book that rested beside the rocking chair.
Finishing my coffee, I set the book back down before turning my full attention to the diminutive green figure that was seated beside me.
She simply continued to sip at her own mug as she seemingly faded away into observing the local star as it rose over the horizon.
"You are interesting," She said after a moment of silence. "You seem just as content here as you are leading your people," Yaddle rocked back and forth in the chair. "Why continue to act as a mercenary?" She finally asked. "You could have retired on this world, and done whatever you wanted as a wealthy man. So, tell me, Colonel Hull. What is it that drives you forward? What is it that you truly seek and desire that only this way of life can provide?
I paused for a minute, thinking about the questions that had been asked and slowly digesting them before searching myself for the answers.
"I was born too late for the Age of Sail and Exploration," I said after a time. "And too early to roam and make the great discoveries of the stars above. And yet, there is always this burning desire to step forward and seize the future with my own hands, to take destiny and break it over my knee," I paused to breathe. "Or at least, that's what I thought for nearly a decade. Nowadays I realize that the great adventure that I had sought out for so long was right in front of me. Unfortunately, it was far too late a revelation for me to be able to do anything about it."
I stopped for a minute, taking a breath and shoving the lingering sorrow to the side yet again.
"I'm a mercenary because I've come to love this kind of life," I finished. "I love the people that I work with, and I enjoy seeing the people underneath me grow and become a part of something more than any one person. I do this because I'm here to stay, the life of a soldier is harsh but fulfilling, and to be completely honest," I looked Yaddle in the eye. "I always wanted to be in the military, and this is the closest I've ever been to that. These are my people, and I will endeavor to take care of them as long as I am able."
"I see," Yaddle said as she closed her eyes and considered what I had said. "I will meditate on this," she rose from her chair. "It was a pleasure to share a drink with you, I will see you again when it is time to negotiate."
"Well?" Dooku asked with a raised eyebrow from his meditations.
"The man is a good choice," Yaddle settled down beside him. "I believe that he will hold to his convictions and promises, provided that we do the same."
"He will have nothing to fear from me," Dooku exhaled, the force seeming to flow in and out as he channeled it. "I have decided on a course of action."
"Oh?" Yaddle asked.
"I need you to go back to the Temple and gather those who would be willing to assist," Dooku's eyes snapped open. "I will take these Marksman and drive the Banking Clans out of Serenno, then, I will petition the Senate to intervene."
"And if that does not work?' Yaddle asked. "What will you do then?"
"That is something that I still need to meditate on," Dooku confessed. "But the words that the Tarkin brothers spoke have lingered with me, and I feel that I must consider them more."
"I will see if I can borrow a ship from the Marksman," said as she thought about their conversation. "They may be willing to allow us to negotiate the uses of one of them as a part of our contract."
"I will discuss it with Colonel Hull," Dooku agreed. "After all, we must make haste, I can sense that there is much that hinges on this."
"Hmm," Yaddle agreed. "Ahead of us lies a crossroads and we will see what comes of our decisions. But know this, regardless of what you decide to do in the future, I will remain by your side old friend."
A weight seemed to lift off of Dooku's shoulders as the force flowed into him, the man seemingly de-aging a decade as he stood up. "Thank you," he swung his cape up onto his shoulders. "I am ever in your debt, Yaddle. Now, we have much to do and little time to do it in."
"Agreed," Yaddle stood up and began to follow him. "The time to move is now."
Author's note: Sorry this is a day late. I really didn't feel like writing yesterday. On top of that, I rewrote this chapter between 6-7 times and I'm still not satisfied with it, but I guess I'll have to live with the results on this one.
I liked it for the Mark-Yaddle interaction. It might prove more interesting if you're able to get into Yaddle's head and use her as the POV.
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I plan on diving into Yaddle’s backstory and learning what makes her tick this week so I can develop her more as a character for this.
Getting a real Jedi's "sense" of Mark could be a really interesting way to peek into both of their minds. First, for an inside peek at Yaddle and an experienced Jedi, and second, for the unblemished look at Mark w/out Mark's personal 'taint' influencing the view.
When they know each other better,they really should show Dooku SW movies !
Chapter 21
MarkWarrior
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Chapter 21
June 7, 3009/7948 CRC Serenno, Serenno system, D'Astan Sector, Outer Rim Territories
"Well this is a terrific birthday present," I looked at the holographic overlay of the space surrounding Count Dooku's world. "The Banking clans are using Trade Federation droids?"
"It's the cost-effective method," Dooku shrugged. "Most people who can afford it utilize the Federation in one way or another."
"We outnumber them in space," Jewel said as she studied the map. "And they haven't moved to engage us yet."
"Based on what reports I was able to get from my people, the palace has been made the headquarters of the current Banking Clan leadership," Dooku highlighted his palace on the maps that we had available. "I care not for the palace, it can be destroyed if necessary. But I believe they will have hostages, and I would like to retrieve them if possible."
"Peterson," I glanced at the infantry officer. "I'll need you to detach a platoon to see to the hostages. "Count, I'm not sure what military experience you have, but I know that you probably have value in a special forces role. So you'll be attached to that platoon if you're willing to go with them."
"That is acceptable," Dooku nodded. "I would like to remain informed as to the status of your objectives as we continue though."
"If we're not jammed you'll be kept in the loop as possible," I agreed. "Paige, you and Jewel have control of space, I want those cruisers either dead or seized. The choice is yours. Sheppard, Peterson, we've got some work to do."
"Watch your sectors, and remember that we have to secure the LZ before our tanks and artillery can offload," Sheppard ordered. "And remember to watch your fire, we want civilian casualties kept to a minimum."
The pod around his mech turned cherry red as it began descending through the atmosphere, the ceramics handling the heat and then turning as thrusters began firing to brake the momentum.
"This is Colonel Hull, we've got light resistance at Nav point Alpha, beginning to unload now."
The pod around Sheppard's Cyclops fell apart and the attached jump pods fired, slowing the Assault mech down before detaching using the explosive bolts.
"Rifle Actual is on the ground, we're engaging the enemy," Shepard fired his pair of Medium lasers into a small group of droids, the metal evaporating under the heat.
"Enemy appears to be mainly infantry with a handful of tanks," Erika Lamb reported as the Triumph descended and began offloading tanks, artillery, and Mithril-clad infantry. "Pulling back to the rest of the company now."
"Sting," Dooku looked at Sergeant Packer. "What an unusual name for a ship."
"She's the first of her class," Corporal Rook offered. "Her and the Archon's Favor were refits of a much older class."
"Hold on tight!" the pilot said over the comms. "We've got enemy AAA, I'll get you on the ground, but I might not be able to stick around for fire support."
"Opening bomb bay doors!" the ops cargo bay Noncom yelled. "Get ready to drop!"
"Go go go!" Packer's platoon fell from the dropship, their jump jets flaring as they descended while rifles eliminated the few droids that were waiting.
"We're green," Packer reported. "You're clear to leave, Sting."
"One moment," the dropship turned around, eliminating any holdouts on the ground. "Once you take out the AAA give us a call. We'll be on standby for fire support."
The Sting took off, vanishing off into the horizon.
"Alright Count," Packer turned to the old man. "This is your palace, that leaves you on point."
"There is one place where they would have set up over the others," Dooku ignited his Lightsaber. "Follow me."
I shifted the torso on my mech to the left as I sniped the last tank, the twin beams of Manmade lightning crippling the armor.
"That's the last of the armor," I reported to Peterson. "You should be clear to engage the rest of the droids."
"Sheppard, how's navpoint Bravo?" I turned and began looking at my Tacmap.
"Clear, we're advancing toward the mines now," my XO paused. "They've got a helluva lot of turrets guarding this place though."
"Check and see if Wardog is available for tasking," I advised. "They can probably clear some of that up for you."
"That's a no-go," Sheppard sighed. "The Turrets are in high population areas."
"Looks like we've got a slugfest on our hands then," I looked at the indicators on my map. "Let me know if I need to route reinforcements over to your location, Hull out."
I then stomped on my pedals, breaking into a sprint as a handful of fighters strafed the area where I had been.
"Where's our AA?" I narrowly missed the lead fighter with a PPC.
"A little busy, Colonel!" a burst of AC fire shattered the first two fighters. "Linking my computer to you now."
Using the help from the AA computer that the Jagermech possessed, I led one of the two fighters for a bit and then made it vanish from the map as an Archer did the same.
"Thanks for the assist, Sniper Actual."
"Happy to help erase anything that flies!" a cheerful voice replied. "Nice hits sir, maybe one day you can join us here in the AA club."
"While I'm sure Kallon is pleased that we're killing more things that fly," I chuckled. "We're not here to spread the word of 'if it flies it dies'."
"Whatever you say, Colonel."
"Peterson, I'll leave the city to you," I turned and began moving to Navpoint Bravo. "I'm leaving a mixed company of armor and mechs to assist with the heavier elements."
"Copy that sir, I'll keep you informed."
"So, what is this?" Yaddle asked as she entered the cleared cargo bay of the Archon's Favor.
"Oh, this is a tabletop RPG," Lieutenant Hober gestured to a seat at the table. "I'm GMing, and we just started a fresh game. I've got a few character sheets prepped if you want to join."
"I am intrigued by this," Yaddle sat down. "Now please, explain how this is played."
"Well, this is going to be a one-off dungeon crawler that I homebrewed up. But I based it off of an old Pathfinder book that I had lying around," Hober handed her a small bag of dice. "Pick your character, and we'll get started."
Author's note: Next chapter. Hostages, reactions, and Mandalorians.
June 7, 3009/7948 CRC Serenno, Serenno system, D'Astan Sector, Outer Rim Territories
"Well this is a terrific birthday present," I looked at the holographic overlay of the space surrounding Count Dooku's world. "The Banking clans are using Trade Federation droids?"
"It's the cost-effective method," Dooku shrugged. "Most people who can afford it utilize the Federation in one way or another."
"We outnumber them in space," Jewel said as she studied the map. "And they haven't moved to engage us yet."
"Based on what reports I was able to get from my people, the palace has been made the headquarters of the current Banking Clan leadership," Dooku highlighted his palace on the maps that we had available. "I care not for the palace, it can be destroyed if necessary. But I believe they will have hostages, and I would like to retrieve them if possible."
"Peterson," I glanced at the infantry officer. "I'll need you to detach a platoon to see to the hostages. "Count, I'm not sure what military experience you have, but I know that you probably have value in a special forces role. So you'll be attached to that platoon if you're willing to go with them."
"That is acceptable," Dooku nodded. "I would like to remain informed as to the status of your objectives as we continue though."
"If we're not jammed you'll be kept in the loop as possible," I agreed. "Paige, you and Jewel have control of space, I want those cruisers either dead or seized. The choice is yours. Sheppard, Peterson, we've got some work to do."
"Watch your sectors, and remember that we have to secure the LZ before our tanks and artillery can offload," Sheppard ordered. "And remember to watch your fire, we want civilian casualties kept to a minimum."
The pod around his mech turned cherry red as it began descending through the atmosphere, the ceramics handling the heat and then turning as thrusters began firing to brake the momentum.
"This is Colonel Hull, we've got light resistance at Nav point Alpha, beginning to unload now."
The pod around Sheppard's Cyclops fell apart and the attached jump pods fired, slowing the Assault mech down before detaching using the explosive bolts.
"Rifle Actual is on the ground, we're engaging the enemy," Shepard fired his pair of Medium lasers into a small group of droids, the metal evaporating under the heat.
"Enemy appears to be mainly infantry with a handful of tanks," Erika Lamb reported as the Triumph descended and began offloading tanks, artillery, and Mithril-clad infantry. "Pulling back to the rest of the company now."
"Sting," Dooku looked at Sergeant Packer. "What an unusual name for a ship."
"She's the first of her class," Corporal Rook offered. "Her and the Archon's Favor were refits of a much older class."
"Hold on tight!" the pilot said over the comms. "We've got enemy AAA, I'll get you on the ground, but I might not be able to stick around for fire support."
"Opening bomb bay doors!" the ops cargo bay Noncom yelled. "Get ready to drop!"
"Go go go!" Packer's platoon fell from the dropship, their jump jets flaring as they descended while rifles eliminated the few droids that were waiting.
"We're green," Packer reported. "You're clear to leave, Sting."
"One moment," the dropship turned around, eliminating any holdouts on the ground. "Once you take out the AAA give us a call. We'll be on standby for fire support."
The Sting took off, vanishing off into the horizon.
"Alright Count," Packer turned to the old man. "This is your palace, that leaves you on point."
"There is one place where they would have set up over the others," Dooku ignited his Lightsaber. "Follow me."
I shifted the torso on my mech to the left as I sniped the last tank, the twin beams of Manmade lightning crippling the armor.
"That's the last of the armor," I reported to Peterson. "You should be clear to engage the rest of the droids."
"Sheppard, how's navpoint Bravo?" I turned and began looking at my Tacmap.
"Clear, we're advancing toward the mines now," my XO paused. "They've got a helluva lot of turrets guarding this place though."
"Check and see if Wardog is available for tasking," I advised. "They can probably clear some of that up for you."
"That's a no-go," Sheppard sighed. "The Turrets are in high population areas."
"Looks like we've got a slugfest on our hands then," I looked at the indicators on my map. "Let me know if I need to route reinforcements over to your location, Hull out."
I then stomped on my pedals, breaking into a sprint as a handful of fighters strafed the area where I had been.
"Where's our AA?" I narrowly missed the lead fighter with a PPC.
"A little busy, Colonel!" a burst of AC fire shattered the first two fighters. "Linking my computer to you now."
Using the help from the AA computer that the Jagermech possessed, I led one of the two fighters for a bit and then made it vanish from the map as an Archer did the same.
"Thanks for the assist, Sniper Actual."
"Happy to help erase anything that flies!" a cheerful voice replied. "Nice hits sir, maybe one day you can join us here in the AA club."
"While I'm sure Kallon is pleased that we're killing more things that fly," I chuckled. "We're not here to spread the word of 'if it flies it dies'."
"Whatever you say, Colonel."
"Peterson, I'll leave the city to you," I turned and began moving to Navpoint Bravo. "I'm leaving a mixed company of armor and mechs to assist with the heavier elements."
"Copy that sir, I'll keep you informed."
"So, what is this?" Yaddle asked as she entered the cleared cargo bay of the Archon's Favor.
"Oh, this is a tabletop RPG," Lieutenant Hober gestured to a seat at the table. "I'm GMing, and we just started a fresh game. I've got a few character sheets prepped if you want to join."
"I am intrigued by this," Yaddle sat down. "Now please, explain how this is played."
"Well, this is going to be a one-off dungeon crawler that I homebrewed up. But I based it off of an old Pathfinder book that I had lying around," Hober handed her a small bag of dice. "Pick your character, and we'll get started."
Author's note: Next chapter. Hostages, reactions, and Mandalorians.