War on the Horizon

Chapter 1
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    War on the Horizon Chapter 1

    Tybalt Zenith point, June 8, 3007

    “All hands, we are ready for the jump,” went out to the small fleet of four Jumpships and eighteen assorted dropships attached to the collars.

    “Here we go again,” I muttered to Sheppard as we floated in space, ready to begin the transition to the next star system.

    “I don’t know why you hate the transition so much,” the other officer said with a chuckle. “I certainly don’t feel anything.”

    “I might have some form of TDS,” I shrugged. “Because I get really trippy visions sometimes during the couple of seconds it takes to jump.”

    “That is sort of strange,” Sheppard agreed. “But we’ve fought together long enough that I can ignore the craziness that happens just by being around you.”

    “I’m just hoping that the Overlords we pieced together are able to make the trip,” Paige chimed in as she floated into the compartment. “We’ve got enough salvage from Tybalt to make ends meet, but I’m concerned about vetting and finding our new recruits.”

    “We’ll make it work,” I said as the ship seemed to lurch, the transition from the Zenith point not as smooth as it normally was. “Anyone else feel that?”

    “Yeah,” Paige frowned as a voice came over the comms channels.

    “Colonel Hull, you might want to get up here to the bridge of the King Henry V,” Captain Victoria Jewel’s voice came through clearly.





    30 BBY, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “Any idea where we are?” I asked as we looked at the small amount of traffic around the system that we were looking ‘down’ at.

    “Not a clue,” Jewel shook her head. “None of the stars make any sense to our navigators either.”

    “Any communications signals we can pick up on?” I asked.

    “There are a few. But they’re not in any language that we recognize,” came the response from the Communications officer.

    “See if we can translate things into a format that their computers can understand and send a message out,” I ordered.


    “Sir, it looks like there’s some sort of fight going on down there,” The sensors officer reported. “I started scanning and taking pictures as soon as we jumped and they’re just now coming back with what it looks like is happening down on the habitable world.”

    “Let me take a look,” I said as I accepted the noteputer and began to navigate through the data. “Looks like some sort of forest fire, we’re too far away to get a clear enough picture of it,” I sighed. “Detach the Stings and the Leopards,” I ordered. “I’m taking some volunteers and we’re going to see what’s going on down there and if we can get an idea of where we’re at.”

    “Copy that sir,” the officers began to move and give the orders. “You should probably get ready to transfer over though, it’ll take a bit to shift things around.”





    Four days later…

    “Looks like they might be pirates, sir,” James Malcolm, the captain of the Leopard that I was aboard reported. “We’re seeing some activity that lines up with typical pirate behavior, including the taking of slaves.”

    “Intel satellites deployed?” I asked.

    “The Sting released them earlier,” Captain Malcolm reported. “The Telemetry from them is what we’re using to base our assumptions on.”

    “Alright then,” I sighed. “We go in and rescue the locals from the pirates. Maybe they’ll have an idea of what the surrounding area looks like. I’d like to get back to the known space if at all possible.”

    “Aye sir,” Captain Malcom responded before turning to his bridge crew. “Get ready for a hot drop!”


    –
    –


    The twin Leopard Dropships descended through the atmosphere, closely followed by the two Sting assault dropships with their platoons of Mithril-clad infantry.

    “Alright, we need to keep an eye on our lines of fire,” Peterson informed the infantry. “We don’t know who’s friendly or not down there, and from what little we could see from orbit there appears to be pirates attacking civilians. And not a lot of resistance from the civvies. Our job is to eliminate pirates and secure this world from any more pirate attacks.”

    “Are we doing this one Pro Bono, sir?” A noncom asked.

    “Think if it as a sample of our services,” Peterson grinned. “Once they understand how valuable we are we’re going to probably get paid steadily until we’re able to find our way home.”

    “Whatever you say, boss,” the noncom shrugged. “I’m here for the long haul.”

    “Just remember to keep track of what you’re shooting at and what is behind it,” Peterson reminded them. “We’re not sure what the buildings will be made of and we don’t want to unintentionally kill anyone who is not a pirate.”

    “Wilco,” the teams responded as the dropships eased down and opened the ramps to allow dismount.

    “You know your jobs,” Peterson said over the comms channel. “I won’t get in your way.”

    –
    –

    Moving my Warhammer, I walked my mech over to where the pirates were, the sensors picking up multiple ships landed in a small cleared square of the forest.

    “We’ve got what looks like temporary shelters and ships parked over through the forest,” I called out, on the TACOM channel. “Archers should keep clear and be ready for indirect fire. “Crabs and Toros be ready for quick-fire if necessary. Peterson, I want you and your infantry to be ready to move in and clear everything out once we have the shock and awe part done.”

    “Copy that,” Peterson replied. “We’ll go ghost through the trees and be ready when everything pops off.”

    “Magscan can’t identify the material the ships are made up of,” I said as I cycled through the various settings on the Warhammer’s computer. “I’m also not registering any tanks or other AFVs or IFVs. Whatever air cover they had looked to be on the ground with them.”

    “I’ll split off teams to go ahead and seize the ships and fighters,” Peterson replied. “Any idea what kind of numbers we’re looking at?”

    “Nothing is moving enough for me to get that kind of info at the moment,” I replied. “I’ll inform you once I’ve got a more clear picture of what’s going on.”

    “Copy that, Colonel,” Peterson responded. “We’re setting things up now. I’ll contact you once we’re in position.”

    “See you on the flip side, Captain,” I replied as I nudged the Warhammer up to cruising speed and began moving as fast as I safely could through the trees. “Hull, out.”
     
    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 2

    Sanal Adra shivered in fear as she shied away from her captors, the pirates had come to their small settlement and taken everything that they owned. The small conclave of Torgruta’s, Humans, and Twi’leks had settled here because they thought it would be out of the way and they would be able to find peace, but still, the pirates had come.

    “Aren’t you a lovely one,” a gruff voice said as a Bothan looked through the bars at the slaves. “I think I’ll have you keep me company tonight-”

    “You’ll do no such thing,” another voice said as the captain of the pirates walked in. “We don’t touch the merchandise until after we’ve ensured our getaway. This is Tarkin’s territory, and we’ll be needin’ to get out if we want to cash in this payday. They don’t take too kindly to our type running free around here.”

    “Now, start getting them fitted with the bomb collars, it’s better that we not give anyone reason to try an’ do somethin’ stupid.”

    “Hey boss,” a Sullustian spoke up. “I’ve got the other two Gozanti’s loaded and the light freighters are close too.”

    “I’m thinking that the Boss shouldn’t be the boss anymore,” the Bothan spoke up, his eyes shining red in the low light.

    “Tresk, you idjit,” The captain sighed. “You shouldn’t a gone and done that,” the captain’s hand blurred as his blaster exited the holster and flashed, a new hole appearing in the Bothan’s chest. “Did ya really think that I managed to obtain one of these by chance?” The Human shifted his coat, showing off his trophy there. “I’m the fastest gun in this sector, and there’s a reason why I’m still the captain.”

    “What do you want us to do with the body?”

    “Leave it for the carrion,” the pirate captain spat. “Then get ready to leave, there’s a profit to be made.”

    The Captain then left the Gozanti class cruiser that was his current flagship and stepped out into the clearing, looking up at the stars as he sighed.

    “We’ll have to hit another sector after we pass through Nal Hutta,” He muttered to himself as he considered the trees. “This sector is too wary for us to hit it again this year.”

    As the words left his mouth, the ground began to shake, causing him to look around in worry, this world wasn’t known for its earthquakes, but it wouldn’t be the first time he had encountered something that was known only to the locals on a world.

    “What in the Corellian Nine Hells was that?!” a human asked as he finally regained his footing. J

    “No idea,” The captain shrugged. “But I think we should start prepping for takeoff.”

    Then, a massive bipedal machine stepped out of the darkness of the forest, the ground shaking with every step as the machine stepped on a pirate as it tried to flee in terror.

    “This is Colonel Mark Hull of the Marksman to all pirate scum,” Lay down your weapons and surrender and we may consider having mercy on you. But I’m honestly hoping that you don’t.”

    “What is it saying?” Someone asked the captain as they hid in the ship.

    “We shut down the protocol droid when it started acting crazy,” another pirate whispered as if worried that the machine might hear them.

    “Power up the quad cannons,” the pirate captain ordered the human who was shaking in fear. “That outta do the trick on scaring this thing off.”

    The pirate just nodded, the shaking stopping as he grabbed a death stick and lit it before inhaling the vapors, climbing into the turret seat as his nerves stilled.

    The turret moved and fired four bolts into the mech, staggering it a bit as it began moving, avoiding the shots before disappearing back into the forest.

    “Good shots son,” the captain congratulated the gunner. “That’ll teach them a lesson.”






    “Everything alright sir?” the pilot in the Archer beside me asked.

    “Armor state yellow,” I replied. “Whatever that was it was the equivalent of two Large lasers it just moved slower.”
    “Peterson, you’re clear to move in,” I ordered. “They don’t seem to have anything bigger than small arms.”

    “Copy that, Colonel,” the grin on Peterson’s face could be heard over the comms channel. “We’ll handle the scum.”

    “Everyone else, we’re on standby if they need reinforcements.”

    –
    –

    Sanal watched as the pirates cheered for some reason, the slaves being ignored for the time being aside from having the bomb collars attached to most of them.

    Swallowing briefly, she reached for her collar, a small strip of metal that she had concealed in her headdress now being used to jig the collar’s locking mechanism loose so that she could remove the bomb attached to her head.

    Sanal stopped moving as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, concealing the strip of metal once again and observing as something appeared out of the darkness of the forest, a small group of pirates vanishing.

    Curling into a ball to make herself smaller to see, Sanal continued watching as the pirates disappeared in twos and threes until only a small handful were left, the pirate captain only taking notice after one of the people he had been speaking to stopped responding.

    “What’s that then?” the captain challenged as he pulled out his blaster in one hand, his hand moving his coat out of the way while he grabbed the trophy hung at his belt. “Who goes there?”

    “Your worst nightmare,” a voice replied in a language that the captain didn’t understand as an armored figure quickly crossed the distance, a handful of blaster bolts impacting the figure but not causing enough damage for it to stop, the blaster being slapped out of the hand as the captain ignited the trophy in his other hand, a violet blade of light springing forth and cutting into the armored figure.

    As the armor melted away, the figure jolted back and away from the sword, drawing what appeared to be a blaster from its hip and squeezing the trigger, a loud “bang” echoing through the clearing as the pirate captain collapsed with a large hole in his head, the blade in his hand staying ignited as he hit the ground.

    “Medic!” a call came as the figure collapsed, but not before grabbing the blade’s handle and finding an off switch, this was his now, and he would be keeping it.
     
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 3

    “What is going on?” Sanal asked as the people who looked like Mandalorians swarmed their downed comrade, a few of them breaking off to enter each of the Gozanti Class cruisers.

    One of those groups of six entered the ship that Sanal was on, the bars of the cage being the only thing that separated her and her fellow prisoners from these Mandalorians.

    “We’re captives,” Sanal tried to explain, not getting anywhere as an unfamiliar language was spoken between the armored figures.

    “They don’t understand us,” a human murmured. “And we didn’t have any protocol droids in the settlement.”

    The ground shook for a minute before a group of the giant bipedal machines stomped into the clearing, one of them with giant blasters for hands kneeling and a ladder appearing as a new armored figure began climbing down.

    “Do you think that’s the leader?” A Togruta asked.

    “No clue,” the human shrugged. “It looks just like the other armors just a bit smaller.”

    “Probably has to be smaller to fit into a cockpit,” Sanal remarked, her engineering background helping her out. “But it looks like it’s just a smaller variant of the larger armor.”






    Sighing, I stretched out as I popped the hatch on my Warhammer, throwing the ladder down after I exited while locking the systems down.

    “You said there was something I needed to see?” I asked Peterson as I walked past.

    “Yessir,” the infantry commander replied as he led me into one of the ships. “I don’t think we’re dealing with what we’re used to.”

    “Fuck me,” I muttered as I palmed my face, realizing exactly what it was that I saw. “Peterson, we’re going to have to be very cautious for the next little while. I don’t know what planet we’re on, but I know where we are.”

    “You got an explanation behind that, sir?” Peterson asked.

    “You took a historical entertainment class in high school right?” I asked.

    “Yeah,” Peterson shrugged. “It was only for a semester though. Why?”

    “You ever remember watching Star Wars?” I asked point blank, not even trying to cover anything up.

    “Wasn’t there something like only three of those movies made?” Lieutenant Mathis spoke up as he made himself known. “I’ve seen some of the old toys at some museums before.”



    “Yeah,” I replied. “I think we somehow ended up there.”

    “What makes you think that?” Peterson asked.

    “The purple laser sword in your hand face it away,” I snarked. “Three hundred years ago they had just done a massive graphical overhaul of those movies and imported them into tri-vid format. I remember watching them during the collapse of the Star League.”

    “We’re screwed,” Mathis deadpanned. “There's some sort of giant empire out there that likes destroying planets with giant super weapons.”

    “For now, let’s see if we can find one of those translator droids,” I said as Peterson shut the lightsaber off. “We need to be able to communicate with those people somehow.”






    Sanal exhaled in relief as the bomb collar was completely removed from her neck, the armored figure who did it gesturing for her to follow him to a small tent that had been set up with food clothing, and water.

    “Thanks,” Sanal tried to say, the figure just shrugging and using hand gestures to communicate.

    Then an ancient-looking rust-colored droid was set down in the middle of the tent, the armored figure who brought it in used a booming voice to gather attention in a way that you paid attention to regardless of the language.

    Standing up from her plate, Sanal considered the droid and moved closer to inspect what the problem might be, eventually finding that there were three restraining bolts on the protocol droid, one of which was a direct power inhibitor.

    “Let’s get you off of here, shall we?” Sanal muttered as she used the knife she had been given as an eating utensil to pry the bolt off, the photoreceptors flickering as the droid’s power began cycling through it properly again.

    “Joyful Statement: I am reactivated what meatbag must I thank for this?”

    “That would be me,” Sanal said, drawing the droid’s attention.

    “Mocking statement: I’m surprised you were skilled enough to manage to remove the correct restraining bolt, meatbag.”

    “We just need you to translate,” Sanal growled. “If you don’t want to cooperate I can always put the restraining bolt back on.”

    “Threatening statement: you are lucky that I am currently incapable of my full functionality. You meat bags are fragile.”

    “That’s it,” Sanal said as she grabbed the restraining bolt again. “I’m shutting you down.”

    “Appeasing statement: I will translate what you need me to. “

    “Good,” Sanal smirked. “Means I won’t have to put the bolt back on you or turn you into scrap.”

    –
    –

    “Are you an HK-50 model or are you the original HK-47?” I asked the rust-colored droid which triggered a lot of memories.

    “Insulted reply: How dare you assume that I am one of the lesser droids?”

    “Well, that answers that question,” I muttered as I looked at the droid. “Well, seeing as you’re capable of translating for me, I’m going to hang onto you. Should you prove to be trustworthy for long enough, I may even reactivate your assassin droid functionality. Until then, you’re going to work as a protocol droid, with both of those restraining bolts active.”

    “Protest: I can be of great service to you beyond that of a translator!”

    “I’m aware of that,” I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need you to be more than a translator at the moment. Besides, I know your history, and Revan was the only one who was capable of holding you accountable. I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you.”

    “Acceptance: I will do as you wish until I have time to position myself for escape.”

    “I didn’t expect anything else,” I sighed. “Freaking HK, even in a separate universe you’re not user-friendly.”

    “Negotiation: Once I have completed translation protocols we can discuss fees. After all, I am always open to the chance to kill more meatbags.”

    “I’ll think about it,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to promise anything though.”
     
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 4

    I watched as the remainder of the dropships in our fleet began coming down through the atmosphere, the early morning light turning from a dark-lit sky to midday due to the fusion torches as they fell through the sky toward a clearing that we had marked out.

    “Good thing there were some plains nearby,” I said to Peterson as we shaded our eyes. “Otherwise we might have started a forest fire with all of the brush around here.”

    “Yeah,” the other man shrugged. “I’m just glad that we managed to work out the salvage with the locals. I’m just as happy killing pirates as the other guys, but I like getting paid for things too.”

    “Agreed,” I replied. “We’re giving the locals their goods back in exchange for setting up shop nearby until we get our bearings.”

    “Still freaks me out that there are real aliens around,” Peterson said as the ground shook, the dropships touching down. “The fact that they’re so human almost makes it worse.”

    “I’m just glad that the infantry was disciplined enough to not freak out when they first saw them,” I sighed. “Admittedly though, that might have been because half of them were sexy blue women.”

    “It certainly doesn’t hurt that a good portion of the rescued civvies makes for good eye candy,” Peterson grinned. “We’re lucky the Marines are guarding the Jumpships or someone would have already tried sleeping with one of them.”

    “Paige keeps her people on a tight leash,” I laughed. “I’m more concerned about some of our dependents and civilians reacting violently to the surprise,” I glanced at the Overlord that had just touched down, the mechs beginning to unload as the Buccaneers began offloading their cargo of dependents and prefabs along with the foodstuffs that would be supplying the entire group. “This world seems like a decent place to get established, with plenty of open space to set up our prefabs and start working on a more permanent base.”

    “Didn’t the locals say this was located near a trade route as well?” Peterson asked with a raised eyebrow.

    “Indeed they did,” I replied as I turned away from the ships unloading their cargo.

    “Not going to go down and directly supervise everything?” Peterson asked.

    “No,” I shook my head. “I’m going to delegate for once. Besides, we’ve got to finish working things out with the local civvies. And I’m going to have to find their equivalent to an elementary school teacher so we can start working on their languages.”

    “Yeah,” Peterson scratched the back of his head. “I’ll see if we can get one of those ships we captured up to the Argo, R&D will probably want to take a look at it.”

    “Just have Rook keep those datapads we took from the pirates. I want to see if there is any sort of compatibility between systems so we can try to communicate that way,” I said with a shrug. “After you’re done working that out make sure to get some rest, your wife is going to chew me out if I keep you too late.”






    Sanal walked out of the trees and stared in awe at the buildings that were being constructed, the soldiers that had helped kill the pirates were now assembling prefabricated metal structures and running power through what already was beginning to resemble a small town. As she looked on, a handful of tall bipedal droids began building structures that seemed intended to house more of the droids, the walls and beams being held in place as men and women suspended from cabling began welding everything together.

    “It’s quite a sight isn’t it?” The leader of this group asked, his words being translated by the rust-colored droid beside him.

    “Yes, it is,” Sanal admitted, waiting for the droid to continue translating before she continued. “What is your plan for us now that you have established yourself here?”

    “Well, we’re going to be seeing if we can get some instruction on the local languages,” the man replied. “Then we’ll head over to the capital city and see what work there is for a group of mercenaries like us.”

    “If you are looking for another engineer, myself and a few others have been looking for work since the settlement was established,” Sanal offered, wanting to get a crack at some of the technology she had gotten glimpses of.

    “We’ll see,” the man replied. “We’re going to take time to get everything set up here first.”





    July 3, 3007 AD, 30 BBY, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories


    “I see we’re making progress on the language front,” I observed to Sheppard and Peterson as we watched one of the few linguists that were in our crew continued to work on a dictionary and translation book with one of the local teachers. “It’s probably not perfect, but it’ll be better than nothing until we can get more of those translator droids or learn the local language.”

    “Colonel, Captains,” a voice greeted us from behind.

    “Lieutenant Hober,” I nodded at one of the pilots that had been responsible for the initial Sting that we had refit. “There something you need?”

    “We’re receiving transmissions from space, but we’re not yet able to translate what they’re trying to communicate with us,” the man stated. “We’re sorting through various formats to see if there’s a computer language that we can communicate through something that’s familiar to both of us.”

    “Alright,” I sighed. “I take it Rook is already on site?”

    “Negative,” Hober shook his head. “I sent one of the gunnery officers to track him down, so he should be there around the same time you are.”

    “Sheppard, Peterson, start getting our people into the shelters and organize our defenses. I don’t want us to be caught with our pants down if things turn out for the worst.”

    “Wilco,” Peterson said as he turned to Sheppard who was still in a wheelchair. “Let’s get you set up in the command center, I’ll start getting the Partisans and Rifleman up and coordinating our triple A while you start getting the rest done.”

    “Right,” Sheppard nodded. “I’ll start communicating with our satellites while we’re getting things ready. We know the Argo is hiding in the shadow of the moon, so I’m not worried about it, but we should be ready to send our ASF up to support just in case.”

    “Hull’s already going to be on one of the Stings, so we’re going to have to make do with what we have if he decides to take both of them up,” Peterson sighed, “I wish we had gotten more of a break, but I guess we’re stuck with what Murphy decided to hit us with.”

    “Let’s hope things end up working out,” Sheppard sighed. “And that Mark doesn’t wind up pissing off whoever’s up there like he did Colonel Wolf.”

    Author’s Note: Unless specified otherwise, the conversation between Sanal and Hull was translated using HK-47. I also went back and fixed chapter 2 to reflect the language barrier.
     
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 5

    “So, they can hear us, but we can’t understand each other,” I sighed. “That’s just great.”

    “We’ll have to get HK in here to translate,” Lieutenant Hober said. “And hope that everything goes well.”

    We brought the rust-colored droid in just as we finally managed to tune the communications systems to something that could send and receive audio.

    “HK, we’re going to need you to translate for us,” I said to the ancient droid. “Don’t try to get us into a fight and I’ll figure out a way to let you loose on the galaxy once again. Do we have a deal?”

    “Agreement: Should you keep your promises then we will have a deal,” the droid’s eyes glinted menacingly. “Threat: Should you decide to not keep your end of the bargain then I will break free and kill all of you meatbags.”

    “Bargained well and done,” I responded. “Now get to translating, I want to know if we’ve got a fight on our hands or not.”

    “This is Commander Wilhuf Tarkin of the Outer Regions Security Forces, we are responding to the call for aid that was transmitted,” HK translated.

    “We good to transmit, Hober?” I asked.

    “Should be,” The officer and pilot of The Archon’s Favor replied with a shrug. “Let me double-check everything first though.”

    I nodded as the man began running through the various settings and controls before giving me a thumbs up.

    “This is Colonel Mark Hull of the Marksman Mercenary unit, we fought off a pirate raid a couple of weeks ago and have been operating as a defense force ever since. You can land and ask questions in person if you wish, or we can continue over the comms channels. The choice is yours.”

    “Colonel Hull, we will be landing and interviewing the local authorities as well as yourself, please do not fire on our vessels or it will be taken as a sign of aggression and we will respond in kind.”

    “Copy that,” I translated through HK. “You may want to bring a protocol droid with you though, we’re still learning Basic and I’m currently speaking through a droid myself.”






    “You ready?” Sheppard asked as we looked at the sky, watching a trio of ships come down with what looked like ASF escorts.

    “Yeah,” I replied as I adjusted my uniform, the trio of us who were going to be present all in the same uniform. “Good thing we still had paint for HK,” I gestured toward the robot who was now painted black with gold trim. “Better to give a good first impression.”

    The ramp of the lead ship began to lower, a uniformed man stepping down with two escorts with sidearms at their hips, the caps on their head perfectly straight and the uniforms squared away just as their officers were.

    “Commander Tarkin, I assume,” I greeted the officer with a firm handshake as HK translated for me.

    “Colonel Hull,” was returned. “I was concerned that you were pirates merely masquerading as mercenaries, but it appears that you are indeed professionals. Now, if you’ll bring me to the current leadership of the settlement we can begin getting the legal proceedings out of the way.”

    “Of course,” I replied. “The main settlement for the planet is several kilometers away, so we’ll need to take a transport over. I made a circle in the air with my hand and a truck began pulling up, the military vehicle giving a low roar as the powerful engine brought it over.

    “No repulsors?” Tarkin frowned. “Why would you go with such an inefficient means of transportation?”

    “Because it’s more rugged,” I replied. “It might be limited, but anything that floats has other issues that something with treads or wheels don’t.”

    The group followed me into the armored truck, the normal gunner’s position sealed off while we began heading toward the one big city that was the capital of this world.

    “How many ships did the pirates have?” Commander Tarkin asked as we sped down the dirt path that led to the capital.

    “Five ships,” I replied. “In lieu of being paid, we are being allowed to keep the ships as long as we return the stolen belongings.”

    “Are any of the pirates alive for further interrogation?”

    “There might be one or two, but they weren’t high up enough in the ranks to know much of anything,” I replied. “We’re going to be going through the computer systems though and we’ll relay any information that might be important to the proper authorities.”

    “The ORSF will be grateful for any information on pirate-related activities that you might come across,” Tarkin stated. “And will offer a bounty on any well-known pirates that you might happen to come across whether you bring them in alive or dead.”

    “We’ll keep that in mind,” I said as I leaned back, considering the offer. “We’ll have to discuss proper contracts and negotiations at a later date. For now, we’re going to need to focus on the here and now.”

    “You are correct,” the younger man agreed. “I must verify that the local government has indeed hired you to act as a planetary defense force.”

    “We’re still in negotiations for that,” I said with a shrug. “So right now we’re only obligated to defend the section of the world that we occupy.”

    “I will still examine the contract,” Tarkin said with a small smile. “Should it come out that you are forcing them into this then the ORSF will intervene.”

    “I’m a mercenary,” I scoffed. “If I did not keep to my word then I would be out of work.”

    “So you say,” the stoic man replied. “But if I took every man that said he was honorable at his word then I would be a fool indeed.”

    “Well, we’ll just have to see if I’m telling the truth when you examine the documents that I’ve been working on with the planetary government,” I shrugged. “I have no need to lie for this. But I understand your point all the same.”





    Back at the Marksman temporary housing facility…

    Lieutenant Hober continued touching up the nose art on The Archon’s Favor, the curves of Katrina Steiner becoming more detailed as he focused on her face today, the pinup becoming more and more lifelike as he worked on it.

    “Still working on it?” the other Sting pilot asked as he sat down with some chow.

    “Yep,” Hober replied as he added another small dab of paint to fill in some color that had been lost on reentry. “I’m gonna get it detailed to the point that one day people are wowed by it.”

    “Dude, they already are,” the other pilot gestured at where the Outer Regions Security Forces soldiers were eyeing the pinup. “I think you’ve done pretty well on it too.”

    “There’s just something missing from it,” Hober sighed as he put the paint away. “I’ll figure it out one day.”

    “Well, I think I might have to start working on something of my own to compete,” the other pilot muttered.

    “You don’t want to turn this into a competition,” Hober grinned. “Because I’ll get the other dropships in on it too.”

    “Nope, we’re doing this,” the woman laughed. “I’m gettin’ the tankers involved too,” She tied her hair back into a ponytail. “May the best art win.”
     
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    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 6

    “Well, it looks like the correct forms are in the process of being filed with the local government,” Commander Tarkin said as he looked over the datapad that was halfway filled out in both the local language and in English thanks to some protocol droids. “Now, if you’ll show me the bodies of the pirates that you eliminated, I may be able to authorize early payments on any that had bounties on their heads. In this sector at least.”

    “My word is my bond as a mercenary,” I replied. “If I did not keep to my word then no one would be willing to hire me,” I shrugged. “Keeping things legal is important if we want to be able to market our services.”

    “I suppose that is true,” Tarkin considered with an inquisitive expression on his face. “We should return to my ships so that I may make my report. Then we can discuss the possible bounty payments as well as if there is any work that the ORSF might have for your group in the future.”

    “I’ll arrange the vehicle for our return,” I said as I turned to leave. “We’re going to be settling our main base here for the foreseeable future. We’re not far from the trade routes and we should be able to do some good here.”

    “That you will,” Tarkin gave a brief smile. “Pirates are everywhere on the outer rim, and anyone who is willing to stand against them is a friend in this day and age.”

    –
    –

    The ride back to the base went by in with very few spoken words, Commander Tarkin working on his reports as the remainder of us simply were enjoying some music that the driver had put through the system, the bagpipes and electric guitars piping through the sound system of the truck.

    “What manner of music is this?” Tarkin asked through HK.

    “It’s Celtish rock,” I replied over the music, banging my head to the beat. “You just can’t beat the pipes when it comes to an instrument when they’re done well.”

    “The pipes?” Tarkin raised an eyebrow.

    “The bagpipes,” I shrugged, waiting on HK to translate for me. “We’ve got a handful of people who know how to play them well back at the base, I’ll show you when we get back.”

    “I look forward to seeing what strange instrument you people possess,” Tarkin replied. “Maybe I can acquire some of these recordings to enjoy on my own.”

    “I’ll ask around and see if we have any copies of the music,” I replied. “I can’t guarantee that we have anything though.”

    “That will be fine,” the commander responded. “I am not looking to take someone else's belongings.”






    “Thank you for being willing to cooperate with me,” Tarkin said one last time.

    “It was no problem,” I replied with a smile. “Once we’re ready to head back out we’ll meet again. Until then, keep in touch and let us know if there are any pirate strongholds that need to be cleared out.”

    “I will do so,” Tarkin inclined his head as he shook my hand. “And will keep your people in mind should the ORSF need assistance in the future.”

    The man walked up the ramp to the lead ship and shortly afterward, the ramp slid up, the ships taking off in formation while their ASF moved to an escort pattern.

    “That looked like it went well,” Sheppard said as he moved forward in his wheelchair, the prosthetic attached to where his crushed leg was previously twitching as he slowly worked it through the motions. “Think we’ve got a good future here?”

    “I think we do,” I replied as I turned and looked at the base we had begun starting up. “I think we’ll have to begin getting ourselves dug in here though. We want to make this place the last thing that anyone wants to target.”

    “I’ll have the engineers onboard the Argo start working on getting production of the guns worked up,” Sheppard replied. “Until then, we’ve got to get the navigation down and start working on figuring out these new ships. We’ll be stuck using them until we’re able to get our own ships up to their specs.”

    “Which could take a while,” I replied. “So until then, we’ve got to use the funds that we got from the bounties on those pirates to start working on acquiring samples of the local tech and seeing what can be done to incorporate it into our own. The Researchers on the Argo are going to be very busy for the next few years.”

    “Well, we’ve got some people that want to join up from the locals,” Sheppard said with a shrug. “Might as well see what they know after we’re done getting them up to our standards.”

    “Worth a shot,” I shrugged. “Now, I’m overdue for some rack time. So I’m going to leave the current paperwork and other crap to you and Peterson, I’m going to bed.”

    “Copy that, Colonel,” Sheppard replied. “We’ll hold down the fort while you get some rest.”





    July 15, 3007/30BBY Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “Alright people, we’ve still got a lot of work to do,” Peterson said as they sorted out the jobs for the morning. “There’s still plenty of defensive positions to be set up and the remainder of the prefabs to be put in place and assembled. After that, we’re going to have to assist with getting the small number of farm animals and crops that we brought with us. If we want everything to go well we’ve got to be self-sufficient, then that includes food.”

    “Well, won’t be any different than back home, I guess,” one of the infantrymen shrugged. “Farms are just about the same everywhere.”

    “Some of the machine shops on the Argo are going to be dedicated to churning out some machines that will help with do the heavy lifting for our dependents when it comes to farming, but we’ve got to get everything started.”

    “Let’s get to it then,” the junior officers started directing their platoons while the noncoms kept everyone in line.

    “Well, no matter where you go, it’s bullets, beans, and bandages that keep the war machine running,” I observed as I helped out with getting the beginnings of the farms up and running, the Jabberwocky industrialmech that I was piloting idling beneath me for a minute. “Let’s just hope that we’ve got enough seed to start with,” I sighed “We’re still not sure if we’ll have any allergic reactions to the local foodstuffs, and we don’t want to find out the hard way.”

    “Agreed,” Peterson replied over the comms network. “An army marches on its stomach, but feeding our troops foodstuffs that we’re not sure about would be a recipe for disaster.”

    “Well, hopefully, we can find out if the local food is safe without any issues and in a controlled environment,” I said as I began to work again. “But I bet that we’ll find out through some marine, mech pilot, or soldier getting drunk at a bar and eating something they shouldn’t.”

    “That’s a sucker’s bet, and you know it,” Sheppard chimed in from where he had been listening in.

    “Sure is,” I chuckled. “It sure is.”
     
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 7

    March 1st, 3008/29BBY Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “Well, if we have too many more of these events I’m going to run out of these,” I chuckled as I passed out the cigars. “I’m down to the last of my good ones as it is.”

    “You sure you want to use these up?” Peterson asked. “I mean, you already handed some out at Sheppard’s wedding.”

    “I’m sure,” I replied. “It’s tradition. Now let’s get this fire going and these cigars lit. It’s not every day that we celebrate a newborn.”

    The small campfire crackled as we all lit our cigars and pulled our chairs up closer to the fire.

    “So, got any names picked out?” Sheppard asked as he began pouring some small glasses of whiskey and handing them out.

    “I’m leaning towards Francis,” Peterson replied. “After Rachel’s grandfather. But I’m not settled on anything yet.”

    I sat in silence and puffed on my cigar, looking up at the stars of the unfamiliar galaxy.

    “You got any input on the name, Mark?” Jack turned to me.

    “Nah,” I shook my head. “I suck at naming things. I’m content to just listen for a bit. Names can be y’all’s department. Besides,” I shrugged. “I’m not exactly the one who should be helping out with that part of things given I’m taking 1st Battalion to go pirate hunting.”

    “You secured that contract?” Thomas asked.

    “Yep,” I replied. “Even managed to negotiate the rights to any ships that the pirates have.”

    “That is good news,” Jack replied. “But that’s enough about work. We’re going to have to get Rachel a place where she can actually rest for a while. She’s been acting like the Marksman’s mom for the last few years after all.”

    “We’ve got some of the other moms helping out,” Thomas smiled. “They’re going to be helping out around the house and making sure that we’ve got enough food to keep us going. God knows I’m a right terror in the kitchen.”

    “So that’s why you’ve been eating ration packs instead of fresh food for the last few training exercises,” Jack laughed. “I thought it was because you actually like the taste of them.”

    “God no,” Thomas chuckled. “I’m just hopeless in the kitchen and Rachel was busy doing something or another. So that was all I had.”

    “Well guys,” I finished my cigar. “I think I’m gonna hit the sack, I’ve got to organize the battalion and get Paige’s Marines together in the morning. You two try not to burn anything down overnight.”

    “No promises, Mark,” Jack laughed. “No promises.”





    April 5, 3008/29 BBY Patriim system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “Alright folks, I know that we’re not exactly using our best gear for this, but we’ve got a good hit on the pirates that we’ve been chasing across the sector. Seems they’ve fled to this system and aren’t going to be able to leave given the damage we’ve caused so far. Now, I know that we’re slightly outgunned given they’ve got an older model Lucrehulk.”

    A hologram of said Lucrehulk appeared behind me, the donut shape seemingly comical until you took in the modifications the pirates had made.

    “Paige and her marines are going to be aboard The Archon’s Favor and User Friendly, the rest of us are going to be running distraction while they board and begin clearing out the ship. Wardog is on escort while the Gozanti cruisers focus on the remainder of the ships. Remember, anything that’s salvageable we’ll load into the hanger bays of the Lucrehulk and bring back with us, any questions?”

    “Just one,” Paige smirked. “How many Jolly Rogers are we adding to our kit?”

    “One skull and crossbones per ship,” I said, that was the agreement.”

    “And if the ship has other ships docked?” Paige asked.

    “It still only counts as one,” I laughed. “Now get to your designated ships, and let’s get this party started.”

    –
    –

    “Alright Marines, listen up!” Paige shouted in the troop bay of The Archon’s Favor. “We’re here to kick ass and take names. Keep an eye out for any slaves or civilians that they might have onboard, but aside from that you’re weapons-free. Kill them all.”

    “This is Lieutenant Hober, I’ll be your pilot for today’s activities, please remain in the upright position and get ready for combat, because we are closing in on our target.”

    “Copy that, Hober,” Paige responded. “Just let us know if it’s going to be a bumpy ride or not.”

    “I’ll do my best to keep it from being too bumpy, but no promises,” Hober responded.

    The Archon’s Favor sped towards the hanger bay of the Lucrehulk, the Strike ASF escorting it pulling ahead to punch a hole in the deflector shields as the Sting class dropship approached.

    “Hang on!” Hober shouted as the dropship moved into the hanger, its thrusters spinning around to slow it as the Marines onboard dropped out of the dropship, the pirates onboard opening fire as the Marines quickly moved into cover.

    “Get down!” Hober barked over the comms as he removed the safeties on some of his weapons. “I’m clearing out some of the scum for you,” AC/20s began firing, supplemented by laser and SRMs, clearing out most of the pirates and allowing the Marines to move forward and into the ship proper.

    “Thanks for the assist, Hober!” Paige said as she looked around the hangar, signaling for the fireteams to move into their assigned sectors to begin clearing out the ship.

    “I aim to please,” Hober responded, the grin evident in his voice. “Let me know if you need some more firepower brought to bear.”

    “Wilco, Paige out,” Paige responded as she closed the comms channel. “Alright, Marines, move out, watch your corners, clear your sectors, and we’ll all go home.”

    “You heard the lady, last one to clear their sector buys beer for the whole team,” A noncom said as the marines moved through the ship.

    “Good luck, marines,” Hober said to himself as he looked at the men and women moving through the ship. “I’ll hold down the fort here.”
     
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 8

    “Clear!” Echoed through the room as Paige’s Marines swept the ship room by room.

    “Captain Paige, we are clear in our sector,” the Lieutenant in command of this group broadcast. “Permission to move forward into the next sector.”

    “That’s a negative, Lieutenant,” Paige responded. “Hold your position and bunker down, we’re hoping to flush some of the pirates your way.”

    “Copy that, ma’am” The Lieutenant replied before turning to his platoon Sergeant.

    “Sergeant, I want these positions readied to be the Anvil to the Captain’s hammer.”

    “Roger LT,” The Sergeant said as he began barking orders. “Does it look like we’re on vacation to you?! He screamed at one Marine who was leaning against a wall instead of being on alert. “Get your ass moving and prepare to engage the enemy!”

    “Aye, sir!” The fireteams of Marines began shifting things around to get good fire positions, concealment, and cover arranged in time.

    “Hope you’re ready,” the marines heard over their comms. “Because the party’s coming to you.”






    “Sir, we’ve got a handful of starfighters closing in on our cruisers,” the pilot of the Gozanti that I was on reported. “And while we’ve got more guns on this thing since the refits, we’re still going to be outnumbered here.”

    “You’re the pilot here,” I replied. “Do what you need to.”

    “Wardog squadron, this is Black Flag, we have enemy ASF on approach and we’re busy handling the enemy cruisers. We’d appreciate a save right now.”

    “This is Blaze. We’re kinda busy at the moment, but I can split off a trio of ASF to help engage them.”

    “I’ll take what I can get,” the pilot replied.

    “This is Chopper, moving to rescue our slow movers now,” a new voice came over the comms.

    “That you, Motormouth?” The Gozanti pilot asked. “You owe me a drink if I’m recalling everything correctly.”

    “We’ll have to call it even after this,” Chopper chuckled. “Now, you’ve got six bogeys on your six, we can handle three or four of ‘em, but we’ll need supporting fire from your guns.”

    “You’ve got it,” The Gozanti pilot turned to me. “Hey Colonel, you wanna hop on a gun?”

    “Where do you need me?” I asked.

    “Take the hatch back there and you should have one of the turbolaser turrets that we haven’t replaced yet, the controls from there should be similar to your mech.”

    “Got it,” I replied as I unstrapped myself and seated myself behind the turbolaser. “God we’ve got to replace these things,” I muttered as I looked at how open my position was. “We did up armor these things. Right?”

    “Yes sir,” the pilot replied. “It’s double layered with mech cockpit glass and the transparisteel that these guys use. And that’s before we get to the deflector shields.”

    “I’m trusting you on this one,” I said as I began spinning the turret, catching sight of one of the enemy starfighters. “Bogey at our three, I’m engaging.”

    Spinning the turret, I began tracking and firing the turbolaser, the targeting computer feeling extremely slow and clunky compared to my battlemech’s.

    The enemy fighter began evasive maneuvers, trying to dodge my shots and that of the ASF that were chasing it.

    “Fox two!” Chopper’s voice sounded in the comms, a flurry of LRMs hitting the enemy starfighters and sending it spiraling into my guns, scattering shrapnel all over the ships as we moved past.

    “Scratch one,” I reported. “Thanks for the assist, Chopper.”

    “Don’t thank me yet,” the man laughed.” We’ve still got three more to take out.”

    “I’ll pin them down, you finish them off,” I said as the Gozanti shook a bit from enemy fire.

    “You got it, Colonel,” Chopper responded as he peeled off, heading for the other starfighters. “I’ll force them into your line of fire.”





    “Medic!” A marine screamed as he pulled his battle buddy back to where the corpsman was stitching marines back together.

    “Set him down here and get back on that line!” The medic ordered, his visor shining menacingly in the emergency lighting of the Lucrehulk.

    The marine just nodded and got back to his firing position where he began firing in short controlled bursts.

    “I want somebody to take out that MG!” The LT said as he began laying down fire, another pirate falling to his accurate fire.

    “Belay that order, Lieutenant,” Paige’s voice echoed for a moment. “We’ve got it taken care of.”

    An explosion sounded in the next room before gunfire echoed in the halls while intermittent blaster fire began to die off.

    “That was the last of them,” Paige reported. “Get the wounded back to the Archon’s Favor. We’ll begin dealing with the bodies.”






    “Yeehaw!” I yelled as the Gozanti spun and began moving at the enemy cruiser that the ASF had come from. “Stay on 'em, they’re not getting away from this.

    “Open a hole and we’ll finish them off,” Chopper said. “We’ve still got some ammo for the guns.”

    “You heard the man,” I said as I began firing the turret at the cruiser. “Light the sons of birches up!”

    The turrets of the Gozanti began firing at the enemy cruiser, its deflectors flashing and then falling under the coordinated fire.

    “Nice!” Chopper cheered as he and his two wingmen moved in, a spread of SRMs, PPCs, and Autocannons hitting the ship's hull, opening up a hole and punching through, causing secondary detonations that finished the cruiser off.

    “I don’t think there will be much salvage from that one,” I chuckled. “But nice job out there folks.”

    “It’s good you have you in the void with us, Colonel,” Chopper chuckled. “We were worried you’d be a ground pounder for life.”

    “I’m an equal opportunity soldier,” I laughed. “I like to go anywhere that there might be action.”

    “Alright, we’re about bingo on fuel and are low on ammo. We’ll rearm on the Leopards and be back for more support as needed,” Chopper relayed.

    “Copy that,” I said as I climbed back into the ship proper. “We’ve got it from here.”






    “How many wounded do we have?” I asked Captain Paige as I sat down on the bridge of the captured Lucrehulk.

    “We have about two dozen casualties in total,” Paige reported. “Three KIA and we’ve got another three that are going to have to be medically retired unless they choose to get some prosthetic replacements.”

    “That’ll be up to them,” I sighed. “I’ll get to work on the letters and payouts for their families. Assuming they’re actually here with us that is.”

    “Well, the Lucrehulk is secure, and there’s a handful of ships in the hanger too,” Paige reported. “We haven’t had time to inventory the loot that they had stored aboard either.”

    “We’ll sort all of that out when we get back to Beloria,” I said. “Now let’s get this ship moving back to base.”

    “I’ll get on it,” Felicia said with a smile. “Got our work cut out for us if we want to make this thing useable for our long-term plans though.”

    “That’s all things for later,” I replied. “For now, let’s get back home.”
     
    • Chapter 9
    • War on the Horizon Chapter 9
    May 9, 3008, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “Alright people, we’ve had time to lay our dead to rest and you’ve each had time to come up with plans for the massive hunk of junk that we limped back home. Now, I need ideas, before I just strip the thing for parts and use the funds and parts to bring the rest of our dropships up to speed.”

    “We’ve got a few options,” Sheppard stepped forward. “I took the liberty of compiling all of our plans into one big proposal so we weren’t here all day.”

    “Good,” I said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Death by PowerPoint isn’t something that I wish on anyone.”

    “Option one,” Sheppard gestured for a junior officer at the meeting to pass out the related paperwork. “We keep the thing and eventually pay for refits to use it as a mobile logistics base. We can cut some costs by using the Argo’s machine shops to produce factory components and basically have a mobile supply of spare parts wherever we go.”

    “I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop,” I said as I stared at the paperwork.

    “It’s going to cost a lot of credits,” Peterson said from where he looked at the numbers. “As in, I looked up the cost of commissioning a brand new ship from the famed Kuati Drive yards or the closer Sullust, and it was only marginally cheaper to refit it this way.”

    “Damn,” I whistled. “So, we’re going to put these in two piles, plausible, and implausible.”

    “Which one does this fit into?” Paige asked as she took a sip of her coffee.

    “I haven’t decided yet, so let’s move on to option two,” I replied.

    “Option two is that we park the Lucrehulk in the asteroid belt, strip the engines, and hyperdrive, and then use it as a factory and training ground as well as mining base,” Sheppard said. “The costs are still pretty high, but we can avoid most of those costs by stretching them out and using the Argo’s machine shops to start production on slightly smaller machine shops, then by using what materials are in the belt to boost production of things we’re going to need. Such as small arms and all the way up to the big stuff like PPCs and lasers.” Sheppard paused to allow us to catch up. “With the amount of space onboard a Lucrehulk, we can strip out entire sections and use them for training purposes, and with two hangers, we can even set aside one portion of the ship for just production.”
    “Alright, I like that idea, let’s mark it down in the plausible section,” I said as I set that set of papers down. “How many more of these do we have?”

    “Well, considering you asked everyone who was E-3 or higher to submit potential uses,” Sheppard glanced down. “We’ve got about a dozen more of these proposals to go through. And this is after I had the people down in admin shrink the ideas that were similar down into single proposals.”

    “Alright then,” I sighed. “Paige, you got more of that coffee?”

    “Yeah boss, you want some?”

    “Just go make another pot, we’re going to be here for a while,” I said to laughter all around.

    –
    –

    A few hours later…

    “So it’s settled then?” I asked, looking around the room.

    “Yeah, option two mixed with a bit of five is our best bet,” Sheppard summed up all of our thoughts.

    “Then I guess we draw everything up and get word to the engineers,” I said with a groan as I stood up. “But first, we’re all going to get some rest, these kinds of meetings always somewhat suck the life out of you.”

    “Want me to let Kaylee know her Leviathan is getting an upgrade?” Paige asked before I left.

    “Sure,” I shrugged. “Might as well let her know that she’s getting the first real modifications for any of our jumpships.”

    “Now it’s your turn to do the paperwork,” Sheppard tosses a stack of paper on my desk before leaving. “All of these are forms we have to fill out before we bring the Whirlwind in for the refits we want.”

    “Well shit,” I muttered as I looked at it. “Looks like you’re going to have to go pirate hunting to pay for some of the trees we’re cutting down.”

    “Nah, we’re selling the Consular class cruiser and the starfighters and goods we found on the Lucrehulk to pay for all of this,” Sheppard snarked. “But I’m joking, the admin team took care of most of the hard work, and shrunk the paperwork down to something that we can do on one of the fancy datapads that the locals use.”

    “That’s a relief,” I sighed as I imagined my hand cramping from actually filling out the paperwork by hand. “Now get out of my office unless you want to help with this part of the work.”

    “I’m gone,” Sheppard laughed. “Don’t work for too long, we’ve still got to check in on the locals that decided to join and see how their training is going.”

    “I still don’t know how they managed to get the Neurohelmets to work with those damned headtails and Lekku in the way,” I muttered.

    “Beats me,” Sheppard shrugged. “But I’m not paid for that sort of thing.”

    “Fair enough,” I shrugged. “I’ll see you at the officer's barbecue in a few days.”

    “We’ll be there,” Sheppard said with a laugh. “Just make sure to keep the grill running well until I get there to make sure everything’s working properly.

    “I’ll have you know that those hamburgers were just fine until someone decided to throw away my old-fashioned charcoal grill,” I balled up a piece of paper to throw at the smug bastard.

    “Hey, we’ve all got to upgrade sometime old man,” Sheppard laughed at my snarl.

    “Just get out of here and go bother someone else,” I threw the piece of paper at my laughing executive officer. “Unlike some XOs, I have actual work to do.”

    “Have fun Colonel,” Sheppard closed the door behind him as he laughed his way out of the building.

    “Sometimes I don’t like my staff,” I looked at the proposals that we had sorted through and how we had narrowed them down. “And then I remember that I’m the one that chose them.”

    “Need some help, sir?” Dunham asked, the massive man poking his head through the door. “I saw Sheppard walking out with that smirk of his.”

    “Nah,” I shook my head with a wry grin. “I’ve got the man handled. As you were, lieutenant.”

    “See ya, Colonel,” Dunham said with a small wave. “Enjoy the paperwork.”

    “I’m gonna bury them in paperwork if they don’t stop bothering me about it soon,” I said as I began going through everything. “Mark my words, vengeance is coming for you all.”
     
    • Chapter 10
    • Chapter 10

    30BBY/7947 Coruscant Reckoning Calendar, Eriadu

    “Did you enjoy your last voyage before retiring from the ORSF?” Gideon asked his brother with a small smile on his face.

    “I did,” Wilhuff replied as a matching smile appeared on his face. “And while I intend to pursue office here on Eriadu, I have had some thoughts in regards to how we can begin dealing with the pirate problems among the Outer Rim.”

    “Oh?” Gideon asked as they began walking toward their home. “And what new ideas have presented themselves to you, brother?”

    “The creation of the ORSF has helped to rid the immediate area of pirates, but it has also called into question our own neutrality in some ways,” Wilhuff responded with a sly look in his eyes. “So, I would like to begin placing inquiries into the local mercenary and bounty hunter guilds, should they be willing, we will begin paying them to help rid not only our sector of the pirates that plague us but also of those who might be our rivals.”

    “Hmm,” Gideon chewed on the idea for a moment. “While this would help alleviate some of the sentiments that our rivals have about us, we would have to establish payment protocols and look into the laws that have been established. After all, there are many in the Republic who will not be happy that the condition of the Outer Rim is improving.”

    “We shall also have to balance this within our family’s budget should we pursue this idea,” Wilhuff said as he entered the house and took off his coat, hanging the ORSF uniform jacket up for the last time. “I would not seek to drain the coffers of Eriadu without proof that this will work.”

    “Yes, a case for testing should be made,” Gideon considered. “Wilhuff, allow me to explore this idea as the Minister of Defense before you attempt to do anything drastic, a failed idea could cause your political career to end before it begins, and I would spare you that if at all possible.”

    “We’ll discuss it more over the next few weeks,” Wilhuff poured himself a glass of water. “After all, I have some time before the campaigning for the election begins.”

    –
    –

    “Enough!” Wilhuff said as he stood up from the table. “You have convinced me, Gideon. I will back off and allow you to spearhead this plan of ours.”

    “Good,” Gideon smiled. “We’ll need you to begin gathering allies within the Republic anyway, the laws surrounding this have many loopholes, and we need to take advantage of this and get you into office before someone attempts to make things harder for us.”

    “I have already spoken to a few Senators that I met in my work,” Wilhuff said as he sat back down. “And the Chancellor seems to support my bid for office as well.”

    “Then you are already moving in the right direction,” Gideon smirked. “Now, we should begin setting you up for further success, greatness is not given to us, but must be seized.”




    A few months later… 7947 Coruscant Reckoning Calendar, 500 Republica, Coruscant

    “I assume everything is going according to plan?” Hugo Demask asked Palpatine as they sat in the privacy of Palpatine’s private quarters.

    “Some things have not gone quite as we have foreseen,” Palpatine replied. “Eriadu and the Tarkin family appeared to be swayed by a new potential ally, and it took me some extra time to reestablish myself as the one who they would need to look to for a solution in the Republic.”

    “I take it that because of your focus in that area that our plans may have suffered in others,” Demask said as he sipped at his wine.

    “Unfortunately, I have been unable to focus on persuading Dooku as I once intended. He still sits on the precipice, but I have not yet been able to balance him towards one direction or the other,” Palpatine shrugged. “I intend to see how far I can push him before he tips over into the dark.”

    “Remain wary of that one my apprentice,” Demask said with a tone of caution. “He served as a Jedi Shadow for many years and is a master duelist in ways that the Order has not seen in centuries.”
    “I believe he will succumb to the temptation,” Palpatine waved his hand dismissively. “It will just take some extra time. It is nothing that the Grand Plan has not accounted for.”

    “The Grand Plan is always subject to change,” Demask sipped at his wine again. “The future is ever in motion, after all.”




    Same time, in the Jedi Temple, Coruscant

    “Can you not see how far the order has fallen?” Dooku asked the Council, many of his old friends looking as if they were bored of his arguments once again. “The Senate is corrupt, and if the Republic continues to push the Outer Rim away then it will end in disaster.”

    “You are no longer a part of the Order, Dooku, and while we respect you and the position that you once held, we cannot continue to focus on your arguments when there is much to be done,” Windu stated a bit coldly. “You are welcome to continue visiting the Temple, but your anger is dangerous to those within the Temple.”

    “Anger?” Dookue scoffed. “No, old friend, it is frustration that I feel, and disappointment in those who I thought were responsible enough to act.”

    With a flourish, the old man left the room, his cape fluttering behind him as he regained his bearing.

    “It has been some time,” A voice greeted him as he entered the Temple Gardens, a small figure smiling as he turned to face her.

    “Yaddle,” Dooku gave a brief smile. “It is good to see you, old friend.”

    “I sense that you are deeply frustrated,” Yaddle said as she gestured for her friend to sit next to her as she herself settled into a meditation stance. “Come and meditate with me for a minute, and then we will speak of the things that cause you to worry so.”

    Dooku settled into a meditation stance with a heavy sigh, the exhale seeming to cause stress to leave him as he connected to the Force.

    “Relax, allow your body and mind to rest,” Yaddle spoke. “Every being needs rest, even someone as stubborn as you.”

    The two friends continued to meditate for a time before they both rose to their feet.

    “Now come,” Yaddle began walking out of the gardens. “Tell me your worries Yan, and allow me to help shoulder your burdens.”

    –
    –

    “I see,” Yaddle said as they stopped in a barren corridor that saw little use. “I have accepted an assignment and I think that you should accompany me. I believe it will help to ease some of your fears.”

    “I very much doubt that there is anything that will cause a serious change there,” Dooku replied.

    “I am asking you to trust in me,” Yaddle held up a hand to stave off any arguments. “You have nearly convinced me that what you see is certain, I merely wish to have some time to reflect on it and desire the company of one of my dearest friends as I do so.”

    “I will have to set up a capable steward,” Dooku stroked the slight beard on his chin as he considered the idea. “But I suppose that it is worth the time if it convinces you of what it is that I see.”






    “I was not aware that this was a ship that the Order possessed,” Dooku said as he observed the slightly more heavily armed Consular Class Cruiser that awaited them in the hanger bay of the Jedi Temple.

    “Because it is not one that the Order possesses,” Yaddle smiled. “This ship belongs to Master Faye, she has been tasked with finding younglings among the Outer Rim and seeing if they will have a place among the Order.”

    “Dooku!” Faye greeted the man as she walked down the ramp. “It has been some time since I last sensed your presence in the Force.

    “It has indeed been a few decades,” Dooku replied. “Much has happened since then.”


    “The Force cares not for age or time,” Faye replied. “Now, it is time that we departed.”

    Yaddle just looked at Dooku with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, eventually following the Count on board the ship as the ramp was raised back into the ship.






    “I do regret doing this,” Sideous smirked as his master’s life faded away. “But your time has long since passed, old friend.”

    Turning away from his master’s corpse, Sideous began inputting the codes that would allow him to seize control of Plageius’ massive fortune.

    “The Tabloids shall have a field day with you,” Sideous smirked. “And I shall be able to accomplish much while chaos reigns.”







    August 15, 3008/7947 Coruscant Reckoning Calendar Sullust, Sullust System, Sullust Sector Outer Rim Territories

    “This is a lot of work,” the person in charge of the shipyard bay we were hiring said as he looked over what we wanted to be done to the Whirlwind. “The Engines look to be in remarkable shape for their age. But the Hyperdrive needs to be upgraded to modern standards. Then, you want enough weapons and armor that if you didn’t have the proper authorizations I’d have had to report you to the Republic for attempting to build a Warship.”

    “We just want it brought up to some modern standards,” I replied with a smile. “The Shields are the biggest investment here.”

    “Well, you seem to be paying for everything up front,” the man sighed. “Most of the refits will be done in about three months, and we’re not allowed to accept full payment for this sort of thing up front or I’d be offering you a discount.”

    “Somebody filed a lawsuit, didn’t they?” I asked.

    “Yep.”

    “Some people just ruin this sort of thing for everyone,” I chuckled. “The Captain and her crew have asked to watch the modifications and we’re paying extra so they can learn how to repair our equipment.”

    “I did see that,” the man replied. “It’s a bit unusual in this day and age, but it used to be commonplace enough. We’ve got the paperwork sorted, and as long as your people don’t get in the way of the actual work it shouldn’t be a problem.”

    “Alright then,” I said as we shook hands and I authorized the payment. “I’ll be back to pick up the Whirlwind in three months. Try to take good care of her.”

    “She’s in fine hands,” the man smiled. “My boys and girls know how to take proper care of a ship.”



    Author’s Note: The beginning and middle sections of this chapter take place during the months following the Marksman’s arrival in the Star Wars Universe. The Butterflies have begun flapping, we shall see where they end.
     
    • Chapter 11
    • Chapter 11

    November 4, 3008/7947 CRC, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories


    "How's everything coming, Mac?" I asked McAllister as I entered the massive garage.

    "Fookin great!" The giant of Irish descent scooped me up into a hug. "Blue er's a Godsend, and a right wiz with the numbers!"

    "You're one of the new hires," I said to the Twi'lek as soon as I was released from the bear hug. "Colonel Hull," I stuck out my hand to shake.

    "Sanal Adra," the Twi'lek replied as she responded with a firm grip. "It's a pleasure to work with people who love this kind of thing as much as I do."

    "McAllister is one of my most valuable resources," I smiled. "And he's damned good at his job. I'm really only here to pick his brain about some stuff."

    "Well, we've been doing some tests on those walkers of yours," Sanal said as Mac went back to his work. "They're terrific machines, but the modifications that he wants to make just aren't ready yet. Could be a few years before we're able to mount the Repulsors and Deflector shields like he wants."

    "I'm not here about that," I smiled a bit. "I'm about to head back over to Sullust to collect the Whirlwind, and I was going to see who he had assigned to take over the Dropship program."

    "Actually, you're talking to her," Sanal smiled. "Your tech was simple enough to pick up, and its longevity is something to be admired, so I spent a lot of the past year learning everything I could about it. And when you combine that with my degree and background in ships and engineering."

    "Got it," I smiled. "I know that we managed to piece together a refit for both of our Stings fairly early on, but I was curious to see what your thoughts were on the Spheroids that we've got."

    "Turn them into Command and control centers," Sanal said bluntly. "Add in some of those machine shops that you've got and turn 'em into logistics hubs. They're going to be decently fast when I'm done with them, but you're going to lose out on some of the capacity for the walkers and tanks that you've got," she shrugged. "Stick with the Aerodynes for rapid delivery of your combat systems, once we get the repulsors mounted on the combat vehicles and properly tested you should be able to drop the tanks from any height short of low orbit and they'll be fine."

    "Any other thoughts?" I asked.

    "Your Starfighters are awesome," her eyes lit up. "And they'll really turn the tide in space if you can get some proton torpedoes or something else to supplement them with."

    "Some of our spheroids are already specced out for carrying ASF," I pointed to the Union CV that was parked in the distance. "And I wanted to retain the ability to use the Jumpship collars to carry some of our ships."

    "Let me talk some stuff over with the other techs and engineers," Sanal said as she pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down on it before stuffing it into her jumpsuit's pockets. "I'll have Mac send you a memo when I've got more detailed plans for the upgrades."

    "I'll do that," I chuckled as I let her get back to her work, the sense of urgency in her voice and actions told me that our conversation was over.

    "Gotta love the engineers," I walked towards where the Archon's Favor was waiting to take me to Sullust. "Always busy doing something or another."





    A few days later…

    "Now, it took an extra two months for the refits to be finished," I told the owner of the yard. "So I expect some really good work."

    "It took us a bit longer because we had to wait on some parts, but I think you'll love what we've done to her," the man smiled as he showed off the Whirlwind in her rebuilt glory.

    "Now, working around that fancy drive of yours was a bit of a pain at first, but then we looked at your requirements and my people went a little crazy at the power levels that we were able to crank out of the thing. This ship is probably the fastest ship in the whole galaxy right now," he pointed at the Lucrehulk engines that looked shiny and new. "We tuned the engines to provide the sorta thrust that you normally get out of a starfighter, and with the addition of the artificial gravity generators and the extra power from the generators we were able to put some serious deflectors on this thing."

    "So we've got speed and defenses," I said as the tubular design of the Jumpship was shown on a holographic table. "What else are we working with?"
    "Well, given the modular nature of the ship, we were able to build a framework around it," a layer of the hologram peeled away to reveal the original ship. "Essentially giving you a double hull, and then we worked out from there. You've got eight Quad Turbolaser batteries with overlapping lanes of fire, and two proton torpedo tubes. Now, I wasn't allowed to add anything else to that due to the current laws in place, but we did add over a dozen modular hardpoints so you can add or remove weapons as you desire. Then, we took the hyperdrive and sold it to a collector, that thing was worth more than the refits that you wanted to be done. We then greased a few wheels and bought a class 2 hyperdrive and installed it," the man grinned. "With a backup class one hyperdrive if you need a bit of speed."

    "Why not just install the class one as the main drive?" I asked.

    "A class 2 hyperdrive is the fastest I'm legally allowed to put in a ship as the main drive unless you've got authorization as a planetary defense force," The man shrugged. "But there's nothing in the books about what class your backup hyperdrive is required to be."

    "Alright," I said after a moment to take everything in. "What do I owe you?"

    "Nothing," the man said with a grin. "In fact, I owe you a bit of money, that collector paid a lot more credits than this refit cost, so I'm willing to do another one of these if you've got one."

    "Unfortunately, I don't have another hyperdrive that old," I chuckled. "I've got another ship that's virtually identical to this one if the extra credits are enough to refit it as well."

    "We'll start on it when you bring it in," the owner said with a grin. "I'll run some numbers and get back to you with a price."

    "Pleasure doing business with you," I shook the hand of the shipyard owner.

    "Likewise."

    –
    –

    "Hey boss," Hober said as we began attaching to the Whirlwind's collars. "I gotta ask. What's the odds of me being able to transfer?"

    "Feeling small?" I chuckled.

    "More like outgunned," the man replied as the Whirlwind began moving away from the shipyard. "I think we might need to do some modifications to the rest of our stuff if they turn out that good."

    "I think a large part of it is that there just aren't shipyards like that in the Inner Sphere anymore," I said as the strange glow of hyperspace filled the cockpit. "And now that there are yards available it almost seems…" I trailed off.

    "Unreal," Hober agreed. "Our DroST refits were the first new design or refits to come out in centuries back home."

    "And a fine job that you and that team did," I patted the man on the back. "We'll get your ship up to speed soon enough," I leaned my chair back. "Besides, I doubt anything in any universe would like to take your Sting on in the atmosphere."

    "Damn straight," Hober chuckled. "This is my flying blender of a dropship, and don't you forget it."

    "I'm gonna go get some rest," I allowed my head to hit the comfortable back and neck rest of the chair. "Wake me up if anything interesting happens."



    Author's Note: The Force Composition page has been updated with some of the ships that have been modified. Some things have been left out simply because I haven't written the changes into the story yet. Also, I can't give the actual details of the mods in an informational as I used to in Blood on the Horizon. Mostly because Megameklab doesn't exactly have quad turbolasers or hyperdrives.
     
    • Chapter 12
    • Chapter 12

    January 20, 3009/7948 CRC Eriadu System, Seswenna sector, Outer Rim Territories

    "Willhuff, there are Jedi here to see you," Gideon leaned down to speak into his brother's ear. "You might want to cut this session a bit short."

    Willhuff didn't respond, merely nodded before turning to the rest of the council that he had been meeting with.

    "I apologize," Willhuff said as he stood up. "I will have to leave this meeting a bit early, but I ask that you put together a list of the various topics that we were to go over, I will review them and respond accordingly when I have the time."

    Governor Tarkin then left the room, his small cape of officer flowing behind him as his brother Gideon left with him.

    "Beareaucrats?" Gideon asked with a slight smirk on his face as Willhuff sighed.

    "Indeed," Willhuff replied. "And they all compete for funding as well, so they are incentivized to pursue my favor in every way. I understand why our family has used this method in the past to pursue efficiency, but I shall have to find a different method, the amount of posturing sickens me and makes getting things done a painful and slow process."

    The two brothers walked until they reached a small suite that was set aside for visitors.

    "The Jedi are just through here," Gideon murmured. "I've not met any of them before, so remain cautious."

    With a nod, Willhuff signaled to Gideon for the door to be opened and he walked through.

    "Greetings Jedi, I am Governor Tarkin, it is a pleasure to have you on Eriadu. To what do I owe the pleasure of such a meeting?"
    "I am Jedi Master Faye," A beautiful woman said with a slight smile. "This is Master Yaddle," she gestured toward the small green creature. "And then we have someone who is no longer a Jedi Master, but has left the order to serve his home planet of Seranno; Count Dooku."

    "An interesting group of people," Tarkin raised an eyebrow. "I assume there is a reason for so many masters to be in the Outer Rim for once."

    "I go where the Force leads," Faye spoke as all of them sat down. "But Yaddle and Dooku are trying to see what the core problems of the Republic at large are currently."

    "Then you have come to the right place," Gideon spoke up. "Our family has spent at least three generations trying to get the Republic to realize what a mistake the Ruusan Reformation was and how to prevent the rise of piracy as has happened over the last few hundred years."

    "Really?" Dooku asked. "Please, tell me more about what you have done to try and curtail the pirate problem. Serrano had many problems with them that were only worsened by my brother allowing them free reign to gain more power."

    "Well, for starters, we managed to establish the ORSF as a force that can pursue pirates beyond that of what a simple planetary defense force is able to, and recently, we have been experimenting with hiring both bounty hunters and mercenaries to ensure that those who are not willing to sign the treaty that allows the ORSF its ability to pursue pirates into those who compete with us in the Republic," Tarkin explained as he made a holographic map of the Galaxy appear above the table they were seated at. "Now, your homeworld of Seranno is separated from us being able to truly help by being on the other side of Hutt space from us, and so we would have to pursue other options to assist you. Especially considering the Republic is once again denying us the extra funds to truly deal with both the pirates and the likes of the Trade Federation, who are extorting raw materials from many worlds and selling the finished products back at severe markups."

    "What must be done to solve this problem?" Dooku asked as he stroked his goatee. "And do you believe that there is a sudden malice behind the lack of assistance rendered?"

    "Well, to expand on the issues that have become worse since the Ruusan Reformation-"




    March 15, 3009/7948 CRC, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    "Hey Hull," Peterson caught my attention before I boarded the Messenger. "Got a few minutes?"

    "Yeah," I replied. "What's up?"
    "I think I want to retire and just maintain the local garrison and militia," the infantry CO said as he stood in front of me. "Rachel is glad that I'm home a lot more, but I feel like I should be a more stable father figure."
    "That's perfectly understandable," I smiled. "Just take some time to think about it and discuss it with Rachel first. I'm fine with it provided you do that and get a good CO to take over," I glanced down at my watch. "Now, I've got to go and negotiate this contract so we can get paid for dealing with some of the pirates that are harassing the trade routes."

    "Who you going to be negotiating with?" Peterson raised an eyebrow.

    "Trade Federation is offering a pretty hefty contract for these pirates," I shrugged. "Seems they've been causing problems, and we're the solution."
    "Just make sure to get the salvage in writing," Peterson said with a grin.

    "I always do," I smiled back. "I'll be back, Thomas, you and Jack just make sure we've got people on standby for some rapid response for when I get this done."

    "What was it you said?" Peterson asked. "The fiercer the foe the sweeter the salvage!"

    "That's it," I smirked. "Let's hope they're a pretty fierce foe then."

    —
    —

    "It's kinda nice out here," Jack confided in Thomas as they sat out on the man's back porch with mugs of beer in hand. "I haven't been shot at in months."

    "It's certainly a different galaxy," Thomas chuckled. "I think Rachel was less than impressed with the 'Sexy blue alien' fetish being a reality here though."

    "Erica is somewhat quiet on the subject," Sheppard grinned. "But I've been looking for a ring that I think will suit her. So I've been avoiding even talking about the sexy aliens."

    "Drive flare," Peterson stood up from his seat as he looked at the sky. "We don't have any scheduled visits for the next day or so."

    "This is Major Sheppard," the XO of the Marksman responded on his comm. "Major Peterson and I have visual, escort her down, but make sure she's far enough away from our ships that we can destroy the ship if necessary."

    "Yes, we're on our way now," Sheppard responded to whatever it was that was said. "Standby for further orders."

    —
    —

    "I'm Jedi Knight Elvijus Rowbroa," a brown robed figure greeted the armored figures at the bottom of the ramp. "I'm here to evaluate your younglings for force sensitivity."

    "You're here to do what now?" Sheppard asked. "This is a secure base, and I'm going to need to see some authorization. And you're crazy if you think that I'm going to allow you free reign of a military facility without an escort."

    The self-identified Jedi Knight moved his robe to the side, flashing a lightsaber while the Mithril-clad infantry snapped their rifles up to aim at the brown robed figure.

    "Keep your hands where we can see them," Sheppard ordered. "If you make any move to reach for your weapon we will put you in the ground!"

    The Jedi allowed his robe to cover the lightsaber again as he moved his hands up. "I do not seek conflict at this time."

    "Stay on your ship until further notice," Sheppard stated. "We're going to contact the capital and verify that you're not some pirate seeking access."

    "Thank you for your courtesy," the Knight bowed diplomatically. "I shall do as you have instructed."

    The brown robed figure climbed back into his starship and the ramp sealed itself behind him.

    "You good, sir?" Mathis asked.

    "Yeah," Sheppard exhaled. "Get on the horn with the capital, I want information on these Jedi and why they'd want to take a close look at our base of operations."

    "Copy that sir," Mathis responded. "I'll get on it, immediately."

    "Hopefully they respond quickly, I don't want to start an interstellar incident while the Colonel isn't here," Sheppard muttered under his breath. "A war is the last thing this galaxy needs."
     
    • Chapter 13
    • Chapter 13
    March 16, 3009 Local Sector Trade Federation Headquarters…

    “This contract looks good,” I looked at the Neimoidian who was in charge of this sector of the Trade Federation’s business enterprises. “But something feels off about it,” I stared at the bug-eyed alien for a moment. “And, these pirates have been almost exclusively messing with the Trade Federation. Which means that you’re not telling me everything.”

    “Everything that you need to be aware of is in the contract,” The Neimoidian stammered. “It is all legal and within the guidelines that you yourself put forward.”
    “If my people die to a lack of information on this contract, I won’t be waiting for the Republic to dole out justice,” I stated firmly. “I’ll be taking it into my own hands, and the courts won’t be able to save you.”

    I stopped talking to stroke the handle of my sidearm for a minute, allowing the tension to grow for as long as I felt it was needed.

    One minute passed as I leaned on the table in front of me, looking over the paperwork once more as I sweated the Trade Federation executive out for a bit.

    Two minutes passed, and the Neimoidian had begun sweating while I allowed the silence to continue. eventually, I set the datapad down and simply leaned back in my chair and waited, I was going to get the information that was missing before I accepted this contract.

    After five minutes of silence had passed, I stood up and began going through the motions of preparing to leave.

    “Wait,” Klol Vendot said before I left the room. “There is some information that your forces might find useful.”

    “And what might that be?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

    “This current pirate might have once been a member of the Trade Federation until a few years ago,” Vendot spat out. “Since then, he has not only stolen from us but also the other people of this sector.”

    “So this is hush money,” I realized. “That’s why you wanted the pirates dead and why the salvage rights are so good.”

    “If this information leaves this room, the Trade Federation will come down on you with all of its might,” the Neimoidian seemed to find his spine. “And I will personally see to it that your little group of mercenaries meets their end.”

    “As long as you keep your end of the contract then we’ll keep ours,” I replied. “We’re not oathbreakers or contract breakers, after all.”

    “Then I suppose we are in agreement,” Vendot said as he passed me the datapad again. “With our discussion now concluded, will you please review the contract one final time before we go about our respective business?”
    “I’m going to call my lawyer and have her take a quick look at the contract,” I said. “She’s waiting on my ship and should be able to be here shortly.”

    “Given our own use of lawyers, I cannot fault you on that desire,” the Neimoidian stuffed his arms into his sleeves. “Please, summon her so that we may go our separate ways.”





    March 16, 3009/7948 CRC, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories
    “I apologize, Major,” Knight Rowbroa bowed once again. “This is my first time visiting this world and as such, I mistook your base for the capital.”

    “We accept the apologies, but we’re still not going to allow you to just wander the base unattended, if you want to have a look at the noncritical areas, then you’ll have to be treated like every other civilian visitor, sign in at the gate, and follow your escort,” Sheppard informed the Jedi. “Also, I’d recommend you not use a weapon to showcase what your position is in the future,” Sheppard nodded at the lightsaber on the other man’s belt. “The last time we encountered a weapon like that it was on a pirate. And I don’t intend on any of us having to get replacement limbs anytime soon.”

    “I’ll take that into consideration for future visits to worlds among the Outer Rim,” Rowbroa smiled calmly. “I am new to being a Seeker and have yet to form the relationships that most Seekers build with the worlds that they frequent.”

    “What is it that Seekers are trying to accomplish?” Peterson asked, his arms crossed.

    “Our aim is to find those who are strong in the force so that they might be properly trained,” the Jedi Knight explained. “Most Force Sensitives are not capable of the feats that are expected of the Jedi, and so they are instructed in the ways of the Force and then assigned to the Explorer Corps or the Agricorps, or one of the other areas so that their talents might flourish in the different environments.”

    “We’ll need a lot more information before we’ll allow anything resembling a permanent presence on the base,” Sheppard stated. “Now, if you’ll kindly return to your ship and make your way to the capital, we’ll do some research and decide how to handle the Jedi Order as a whole in the future and how to deal with their representatives.”

    “Perfectly understandable,” Rowbroa gave a small bow. “I thank you for your hospitality and hope to foster good relations in the future.”

    “Likewise,” Sheppard, replied. “Likewise.”





    Eriadu System, Seswenna sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “We need to replace our Senator,” Tarkin muttered to Gideon. “Our most recent anticorruption investigations have revealed that he has been taking bribes from various factions that are not in line with what we have been trying to accomplish in the sector.”

    “Agreed,” Gideon responded as a frown appeared on his face. “The discussion with the Count of Serenno did little to discourage the fears that we’ve had regarding the Republic.”

    “Eriadu and her allies have been supporters of the Republic and that which it stands for thousands of years,” Willhuff stated. “But should this state of affairs continue then I am afraid that we shall have to see what options are available to us.”

    “Governor, I have the latest reports from the bills that went through this past session of the Senate,” an aid reported via the communications terminal. “Would you like me to send them to your personal datapad?”

    “Yes, thank you,” Willhuff replied.

    “Well, shall we review what the Senate has decided?” Gideon asked.

    “I certainly hope that they have not ignored our funding requests yet again,” Willhuff said with a note of frustration in his voice. “I nearly committed part of the ORSF to secure the rumored shipyards of Zonoma Sekot a short time ago.”

    “I am grateful that you allowed me to talk you out of that blunder,” Gideon smirked. “It would have been disastrous to the Seswenna Sector and to Eriadu’s reputation as a whole.”

    “Now, let us see what the Senate has decided,” Willhuff opened up his datapad and a holographic text of the bills passed this session.

    –
    –


    “So, not only are we not getting the funding,” Gideon summed up what they had just read. “But the Chancellor, who promised to assist us, is allowing the Senate to investigate us for misallocation of funds.”

    “We don’t get any funding from the Senate to fund anything with,” Willhuff snarled. “We are able to afford the ORSF due to likeminded worlds on the Outer Rim deciding to contribute to the eradication of pirates.”

    “We have nothing to hide though,” Gideon said with a grin. “So when they come to find this misallocation of funds, they will find nothing.”

    “Where was our Senator staying before we had him removed?” Willhuff asked with a raised eyebrow.

    “The 500 Republica,” Gideon replied. “Why?”

    “Sell the apartment and use it to build homes for those in areas where they are having issues with overpopulation in the cities,” Willhuff smiled. “And find our Senator a secured apartment in the middle class areas of Coruscant, it is time that our representatives remember just which area of the Republic they represent.”

    “I begin to see why you decided to pursue this career,” Gideon said to his brother. “There is much to do if we are to secure ourselves as a bastion for anticorruption measures above and beyond what is to be expected.”

    “Their investigator is not named,” Willhuff said as he glanced over the text. “I assume it will be either a committee of senators and representatives, or it will be Jedi, either way, we must be prepared.”
     
    • Chapter 14
    • Chapter 14
    March 30, 3009/7948 CRC Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories

    “So, we’ve got our next contract,” I informed my senior staff. “Our target is a Neimoidian who decided to take his handful of ships and turn pirate,” I showed an image of the Neimoidian in question on the screen behind me. “He has four ships at his disposal according to the Trade Federation. Two Munifex Class Light Cruisers and two Captor Class Cruisers.”

    “I take it you want me to attempt and take at least one of their ships? Paige asked with a grin on her face.

    “That’s part of the plan,” I grinned back. “Now, I managed to convince them to give us complete salvage rights in the contract. Now, I’m fairly certain that’s because they expect to be able to flip the self-destruct switch on their droids and ships. But I’ve got an idea.”

    “Alright,” Sheppard said after a minute. “I’ll bite.”

    “We’ve got three of the most common trader ships in the galaxy right now,” I clicked the remote and the Gozanti class cruisers that we had taken from the original pirates popped up on the screen. “Now, even though we’re not Mandalorians, I’ve heard people in the sector calling us that simply because of the Mithril that we use all the time,” I shrugged. “We’re going to use that as bait. Mandalorian armor is very valuable to collectors and others who want to make a quick buck on the black market. So, we’re going to be spreading rumors that a shipment of our armor is going through the sector with only a few of those snubfighters we captured for escorts.”

    “Only one of those Gozanti’s has any smuggler hideaways on it, though,” Captain Jewel brought up. “So what’s the actual plan? ‘Cuz that’s not going to work if they dock all of the ships up.”

    “As far as we can tell, the sensors here aren’t able to figure out precise life signs. Just like how ours can’t,” I smirked. “Which means that we can put our people onboard in Mithril and just leave it in low power mode, with only the oxygen recyclers on and no one will be able to tell that our people are in them.”

    “So you make them think my Marines are the armor we’re shipping,” Paige smiled wickedly as she considered the idea. “They won’t know what hit them.”

    “We’re also going to be putting the trio of Locusts that we brought with us and placing one on each Gozantu. The extra firepower will come in handy if all of their battle droids are active,” I showed what the enemy cruisers were going to look like. “Now, the pirate will likely be on one of the Captor class cruisers, the one with the Droid control will be slightly modified. If we want to be able to take and hold the ships, then we’re going to have to capture the captain ASAP. Or the Trade Federation will be able to trigger the self-destruct on their droids and a good portion of the ships will likely go with them.”

    “Sheppard, you’ll be in overall command of this mission,” I looked at my XO. “Paige, I know your Marines are good, but I’m going to be giving you some of Peterson’s soldiers to assist,” I held up a hand. “It’s not that I don’t think your Marines can do the job,” I explained. “But there is the potential of up to seventeen thousand droids or more to fight through. I’d rather have a few more numbers on our side.”

    “Wasn’t going to argue, Colonel” Paige replied. “I know that we’re outnumbered on most ops. I was just going to ask if you were going to be on this op.”

    “I’ll be present,” I replied. “But given that I’m going to be roleplaying the merchant fleet captain I’m not likely going to be able to be in command.”

    “Alright,” Peterson said after a minute. “We’ll have to work something out so that you get the most protection available, but I think this will work in theory. It’s the application that I’m worried about.”

    “I’m going to ask for volunteers for the crews,” I responded. “Same with the snubfighters. No one will be there that doesn’t want to be.”

    “Less worried about that and more about our CO being taken out in the attack,” Paige said what the senior officers were all thinking. “So, we’re going to have to tweak a few things, try and see if we can figure out a way for you to be exposed to less risk.”

    “I was exposed to more risk against the Big Mac,” I tried to argue. “After all, I took on an Atlas in my Warhammer.”

    “Yes, in an armored cockpit surrounded by as much armor as is possible on that mech,” Sheppard retorted. “We’re going to find a different way.”

    “Fine,” I sighed. “I know when I’m outvoted.”

    “Thank you,” Sheppard smiled. “Now, the basis of your plan is solid, we just have to adjust a few details…”

    –
    –

    “Hey Sheppard,” I said to my XO as he began boarding the Gozanti that was being used as the main decoy.

    “Yeah?” the man turned to face me.

    “Good hunting, and make sure to bring our people back.”






    “This is where the Sith that Kenobi fought fell,” Dooku murmured to Yaddle as they began inspecting the underground passages. “And his ship was not something from the Outer Rim, but something custom.”

    “It could have only come from one of the wealthier worlds of the Republic,” Yaddle agreed. “We should begin investigating where the ship came from. Perhaps that will point us in the right direction.”

    “Yaddle,” Dooku said after a moment. “We have long been friends, and I wish to be honest with you. I believe the Sith are at the core of the Republic and have been subverting both it and the Order for years to accomplish what they want.”

    “Then help me find the evidence,” Yaddle said quietly. “Should it be there, then I can convince the Council of your words.”

    “And if they refuse to listen?” Dooku asked.

    “Then I will leave the Order with you, and we shall find another way to deal with the threat that the Sith pose to the Galaxy,” Yaddle said confidently. “And we shall bring as many Jedi as we can convince of the truth with us when we depart.”

    “Then we shall search out the truth and see where it leads us,” Dooku said with a small smile on his face. “But first we must return to Serenno, I have to see to the needs of my people before we continue the investigation.”

    “Then let us inform Master Faye of our decision,” Yaddle nodded. “She has been most patient with us, after all.”
     
    • Chapter 15
    • War on the Horizon Chapter 15
    April 5, 3009/7948 CRC

    “Anything yet?” Sheppard asked as he scratched at where the prosthetic met his flesh.

    “Nothing on the scopes,” the Twi’lek replied. “But it takes time for those sorts of rumors to hit the Holonet.”

    “I’ll pretend to understand what it is that you just said,” Sheppard leaned back in the chair. “I’m still trying to figure out what all of the phrases and such that y’all use here mean.”

    “Wait, someone’s dropping out of hyperspace,” the copilot reported. “Looks like it’s the pirates we’ve been waiting for.”

    “Hey Paige, looks like we’ve got company,” Sheppard said, the comms system beeping in response.

    “Locking up our armor systems now,” Paige replied. “We’ll be on standby for transport to the enemy ships when we get boarded.”

    “Attention merchant ships,” a Neimoidian greeted via hologram. “I am the pirate Yisk Grenkka. You shall stop your engines and prepare to be made guests on my vessel. I do not wish to kill any of you, so do not resist.”

    Sheppard nodded at the Twi’lek pilot.

    “This is the freighter Hold Harmless,” the pilot replied. “We’re powering down now, the rest of the ships will follow.”

    “Good,” the hologram smiled. “Prepare to be brought onboard, there is much we need to discuss.”

    The hologram winked out of existence.

    “Well, it looks like we got what we wanted,” Sheppard said with a smile. “Let’s hope the rest of the plan works.”






    “You say that the ship vanished before it reached the Kuat Drie Yards?” Yaddle asked the Judicial officer.

    “Yes, master Jedi,” the man nodded. “The team that was escorting it never arrived, and we found their ships drifting a couple of systems off of their scheduled route.”

    “How curious,” Dooku said as he stroked his goatee. “Do you have the route that was planned as well as the scans taken from before it was to be delivered?”

    “We have the old scheduled route,” the officer shrugged. “Not sure what use it’ll be, but our preliminary scans would be on file back on Coruscant or Naboo.”

    “Thank you for your time,” Yaddle gave a small bow and then began walking back to the ship they had borrowed from the Naboo for this. “We shall recommend your hard work to your superiors.”

    “I’m just doing my job,” the man nodded his head. “At least as much of it as I’m able to these days,” he said under his breath.

    “May the force be with you,” Dooku said as he turned and began walking away, his cape fluttering as he did so.

    “It appears we are heading back to Naboo,” Yaddle said as she boarded the ramp of the ship.

    “Indeed,” Dooku responded. “It is curious just how much seems to come back to this world in the Mid-Rim.”

    “The ties here are an interesting one,” Yaddle agreed. “But I find it most curious that the ship disappeared and that no one has reported any sightings of ships like it.”

    “Hmm, that is interesting,” Dooku sat down in the cockpit and began piloting the ship. “If it had been captured by pirates, the Hutts, or any other major criminal we would have heard of it by now.”

    “Which means that it was likely orchestrated by the other Sith,” Yaddle agreed. “I think we should follow the charted course before returning to Naboo, there might be something there that the Judicial forces missed.”

    “Plotting course now,” Dooku shrugged. “I shall have to return to Serenno after we are done with this part of the investigation. An absent ruler does no one any good.”

    “We shall return you to your world, Count Dooku,” Yaddle smirked. “But it will be in good time.”






    “Ahh, it seems that I am meeting with a man of style,” Yisk greeted Sheppard as he stepped off of the ramp, the duster billowing around him as he walked onto the Captor class Cruiser.

    “There a reason you’ve stopped us?” Sheppard asked.

    “I merely seek to inspect the Mandalorian armor that you seem to be transporting,” Yisk smiled, his battle droids stepping up behind him menacingly. “Now, if you’ll be so kind as to surrender your weapons, we won’t have to start killing anyone.”

    “You heard the man,” Sheppard said as he allowed the blaster to be taken from him. “We’re not here to stir up any trouble.”

    “Good man!” the pirate captain cheered. “I’m rather civilized and would hate to have to clean blood out of everything. Now, show me these suits of Mandalorian armor. I have yet to see Beskar with my own eyes after all, and I hear it is quite the material to work with should you be able to acquire it.”

    “Alright,” Sheppard sighed. “I’ll take you to the suits, but I want my crew and ships left alone.”

    “My good man, I do not wish to take secondhand scraps of ships, my own is enough for me. I desire the armor, and then I will leave you to continue on your journey.”

    “There a reason you split my ships up among your own?” Sheppard asked.

    “To prevent you from getting any clever ideas,” Yisk smiled, the image making Sheppard recoil on the inside. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt after all.”

    Sheppard opened the door to the cargo hold, revealing two dozen Mithril suits powered down and upright, guns slung and holstered for effect.

    “It is a different design than I am used to, I must admit,” Yisk said as he poked one of the suits and tried to push it over. “But it is possible that these are older than the current designs the Mandalorians use, and even if they are not made of Beskar they should fetch a good price on the markets.”

    “Just take them and leave,” Sheppard snarled. “You’re already leaving me profitless here, just be done with it.”

    “I shall instruct my droids to begin removing the suits from your other freighters,” Yisk put his arms in his billowing sleeves. “Now, you and your crew shall be joining me for dinner, it would be most vexing to me should you refuse.”

    “Fine,” Sheppard bit out. “It looks like we get to eat here for the evening,” he glanced at the crew and made a subtle hand gesture, causing them to relax a bit. “I assume we’ll be allowed to leave once the meal is concluded?”

    “Of course!” Yisk announced. “I am not a barbarian. I am merely a high-risk trader of rare and priceless artifacts.”

    “Get on with it, Sheppard,” Paige muttered into the comms device. “We’re stuck until these droids have parked us in the main holds.”

    Sheppard nodded, seeming as if he was agreeing with Yisk.

    “Now, come quickly, there is much to do!” Yisk moved down the ramp, his robes and droids following him and encircling the group of volunteers. “My droids will unload your ship and ensure that it is refueled, you will not lose all of your funding over this, I cannot continue to conduct trades with you if you are not able to continue on this route in the future, after all.”

    “I’m not sure I’ll be continuing on this route given the dangers it seems to possess,” Sheppard said as he glanced backward, seeing the droids struggling to carry some of the Mithril.

    “Those things are remarkably heavy aren’t they?” Yisk commented. “I must say that your crew must be extraordinary to be able to move all of them and keep them in position for so long.”

    “They’re valuable,” Sheppard shrugged. “And my people are very good at what they do.”

    “I see,” Yisk hummed. “I suppose we shall find out what value they fetch.”

    “I guess you will,” Sheppard shrugged.

    “Now, where was I?” Yisk asked. “Ahh yes, I was going to give you a tour of my latest acquisitions, one must always use the chance to enhance their reputation. I’m sure you understand.”
    “Reputation is important,” Sheppard agreed. “Many things rely on having a solid reputation after all.”

    “So you do understand,” the Neimoidian waved a hand and the door opened ahead of him. “Now please, enjoy my collection. I assure you, it is of the finest taste and quality.”

    “Don’t kill him yet,” Paige said. “We’re being positioned at the end of the room you just entered if I’m reading the layout of the ship right. Once he reaches the end, we’ll be in a prime position to strike.”

    Sheppard tapped the mic taped to his twice to acknowledge and then continued walking behind the Neimoidian, his hand continuously twitching for the small handgun that was hidden on his person.

    “Just hold out a little bit longer,” Paige calmed the other man down. “We’ll get this bastard. You just have to wait.”
     
    • Chapter 16
    • Chapter 16

    “Over here, I have quite the collection of Jedi and ancient Sith Artifacts,” Yisk waved at a lit trophy stand. “They have taken quite a while to collect, and I have had to brave many an ancient battleground or destroyed fleet in order to acquire some of them.”

    “That certainly is interesting,” Sheppard nodded. “I take it the Jedi don’t know that you possess these artifacts?”

    “I may be a civilized man,” Yisk shook his head. “But I am not a fool. The Jedi would end my business ventures before I even began them if they knew that I possessed these treasures.”

    “Anyway, onto the rest of my collection,” Yisk gestured for the crew to follow him. “Up next, I possess the prototypes for some starfighters that have yet to hit the open markets.”

    “I take it someone gave you a tip that the prototypes were about to be transported?” Sheppard asked.

    “Why indeed,” Yisk smiled. “It seems that you possess some insight. I possess many contacts from my old position as an enforcer of the tyrannical Trade Federation. Why, the reason I departed from the Federation is that they were attempting to remove the parts of my collection that I spent my own funds and time collecting. These are the things that I worked hard for. Why would I give them up to someone who has not earned them?”

    “I take it they didn’t even ask politely,” Sheppard opened up his stance a bit.

    “Of course not!” Yisk threw his hands up. “They acted like barbarians, even tried to coopt the droids that I personally purchased. They wanted to take everything that I had worked hard for and use it for themselves.”

    “And you made the hard choice,” Sheppard nodded.

    “I reprogrammed the droids to respond to only my authorization,” Yisk agreed. “And then I ordered them to dispose of the crew that were still loyal to the Trade Federation.”

    “Dispose of?” Sheppard asked.

    “I had them thrown into the brig until I reached an appropriate world,” Yisk grinned. “I then gave them their agreed-upon severance packages and tossed them into the airlocks. I am quite certain that they are enjoying their payout as we speak.”

    “I’m starting to feel bad for the guy,” Paige chimed up. “Sounds like he’s been stuck alone with nothing but these droids for the last few months.”

    “Well, we are now at the end of my collection,” Yisk said as he gestured to where the suits of Mithril were now stored. “I thank you for your contribution. Now, if you’ll follow me, I will allow you to have a pleasant meal and then be on your way.”

    “I’m afraid that’s not how this is going to go down,” Sheppard said as he nodded at Paige. “Now, as a civilized person, I’m sure you understand that this isn’t personal.”

    “What? How?” Yisk questioned as he raised his hands in surrender, a quick gesture having the droids drop their weapons as he did so.

    “We’re the Marksman,” Paige said as she cuffed the Neimoidian. “We were hired by the Trade Federation to stop you from preying on their ships as they went through the trade routes.”

    “I have not harmed a single person!” Yisk protested.

    “We know that,” Sheppard sighed. “Look, we have to finish the job we’re contracted for. But we do have some wiggle room. So, we’re going to have a chat. And hopefully, at the end of this, we’ll be able to work out something that satisfies both you and the Trade Federation.”





    “Yaddle, we must ask that you return to Coruscant,” Master Windu said. “You have been pursuing a lead that seems to leave nothing but dead ends.”

    “I am sorry, but I cannot return at this time,” Yaddle frowned. “Dooku is right, there is something that lurks here. I can feel the Dark Side Permeating the area.”

    “Are you certain that this is the course you want to set yourself on?” Windu asked.

    “If I can prevent even a single friend from falling to the Dark Side then this is worth it,” Yaddle responded. “I will do as I must. You and the Council may do the same.”

    “Be cautious,” Windu crossed his arms and set his stance. “I do not approve of the direction that you are headed in, but I will not stop you from preventing a friend from falling to the Dark Side.”

    “Thank you,” Yaddle smiled. “I will speak with you at a later point in time.”

    “May the force be with you,” Windu cracked a rare smile. “We’ll be in touch.”

    –
    –

    “I take it your conversation with the Council went well?” Dooku asked.

    “About as expected,” Yaddle nodded.

    “Ahh, so better than I feared,” Dooku smiled wanly. “We are approaching Naboo now.”

    “We shall have to charter a ship to return to Serenno,” Yaddle sighed. “I do not wish to separate at this point, but you must return, I can sense something dangerous in the Force.”

    “I have felt much the same,” Dooku sighed. “Something is interfering in our investigation. But I must find what is threatening Serenno.”

    “Perhaps there is a way to accomplish both tasks,” Yaddle considered. “Do you still possess the comm channels to the Tarkins?”

    “Yes,” Dooku replied. “Do you believe they would be willing to offer assistance?”

    “I am uncertain,” Yaddle hummed in thought. “While they seem eager to protect the Outer Rim, their focus was on their own worlds and those who aligned with them currently.”

    “While they were broadening that group, they might not be willing to assist a world on the other side of the galaxy,” Dooku frowned and stroked his goatee. “But they might be willing to point us to someone who will assist.”

    “That may be the case,” Yaddle shrugged. “While it is time that we must take out of our journey, it may be time that is necessary.”

    “It is a good thing that I do not have to charter a ship then,” Dooku smirked. “I had my personal vessel flown to Naboo while we were investigating the stolen ship.”

    “Good,” Yaddle smacked Dooku on the back of the head. “Please inform me next time you make a decision like that. I do not like being surprised.”

    “I’ll try to do so,” Dooku laughed a bit at the expression on Yaddle’s face. “You green troll.”

    “It seems that you have not suffered enough recently,” Yaddle’s eyes narrowed. “I believe I have not educated you in the folly of your youth in far too long.”

    “I do not believe that you are capable of facing me on a level playing field,” Dooku replied. “But I welcome a duel all the same.”

    “Hmm,” Yaddle agreed. “Set, the field of battle will be. Only once we are finished with our tasks.”

    “No backward speech,” Dooku chided her. “You’re better than that.”

    “Hmm? Better than that, am I? Forgotten, you have that much older than you, I am.”

    “Now there are two of them,” Dooku kneaded his forehead. “What have I done?”
     
    • Chapter 17
    • 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.”
     
    • Chapter 18
    • 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…"
     
    • Chapter 19
    • 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."
     
    • Chapter 20
    • 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.
     
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