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"It is as I predicted," Aatos says to himself after glancing over the holonet news. He was especially interested in the Kashyyyk assault topic. He had knew the Kashyyyk would be the first planet attacked. A backwater planet, home to a barbaric species. Their support of the jedi had brought this on themselves.

Aatos turns and walks away from the news terminal. He pulls out his personal data com, and looks it over. His credits from the previous kill had been transfered and he had several new messages. The one that struck his interest most, was a client who wished him to meet him right outside the Kashyyyk atmosphere. It offered more credits than all the other requests combined.

His mind was set. This deal would not only make him fairly rich, but most likely cause him to get involved with the war. He knew that this was a better chance than ever before to make a name for himself in the galaxy. Aatos had reached the starport and was ready for launch. He set the coordinates as specified in the request. His ship lifted off and was in space in minutes. He now sat back and awaited his destination.

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Elyse arrived at the landing docks, then made her way to one of the several cantinas in the area. Once inside, she went over to the bar, "Corellian whisky... make sure its Whyren's Reserve" she said, somewhat surprised to see anything other than a serverbot, it seemed more and more places were using them now. "And make sure its a clean glass.," she added, taking a closer look around the place.

"Of course... here you go..."

Elyse said nothing, but tossed the payment onto the bar and took her glass, heading off to an empty table where she sat, idly drinking it, trying to decide where exactly to make her next move. She knew she needed to head to somewhere where there would be other Force users; preferably Jedi, so they'd be able to defend themselves better. But then, no one knew where most of the Jedi had gone.

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Sarzum stared at his screen and shaked his head. "So they've decided to attack Kashyyyk? Bloody fools, fighting and winning from a wookie is hard but trying to achieve victory on their homeworld is nearly impossible!" He chukled. "Altough it would be a worthy fight, hunting wookies in those great trees achieving the greatest honors a Mandalorian can get in battle..."

He sat still, lost in thought for a moment. "Maybe I should go there, there's always credits to be gained at a warzone..." Grabbing his helmet and placing it over his head he walked out of the booth, said a goodbye to the serverdroid and headed for the docks.

Giving his accescode to the security droids at his private dock he entered and stared at his black beauty. A Firespray patrol and attack craft also used by the legendary Bobba Fett and his father Jango Fett. If it was good enough for tehm it was good enough for Sarzum and the holding cells were ideal to hold even the most exotic aliens.

Sitting in his chair he pressed the controls and lifted his ship of the ground into space, typing his destination on the navigation console, destination Kashyyyk.

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The Dawn of a New Age

Aatos's ships arrives at the destination. "Please identify yourself or face imminent destruction," he hears from a transmission. "This is Aatos Cain, I got your message and am willing to accept your offer. I would like to board, so we may discuss matters more personally," he says as he ends his transmission.

"Okay, you have been cleared. Please dock your ship with ours and come on in. We will be expecting you on the bridge." Aatos sees the rather large ship appear, and begins moving toward it in a docking procedure. "Geez, you would think with a war raging, they would want to stay a little further away," Aatos says to himself.

Aatos enters the vessel and begins to walk toward the bridge. He is greeted by two guards in mandalorian grade armor. "We will escort you to the bridge Aatos," one of them says as they gesture to him to follow. His senses tell him that this may be a trap, but there is no feeling of hostility, so it may just be a legitimate job.

"Aatos, my old friend," a familiar voice bellows. He recognized this voice from his youth. If he was right, it was Razma, his former trainer and friend of his father. "Razma, this is rather unusual. Of all the people to hire me, it is you," he says with a slight grin on his face. "I knew that I would call upon you one day. This is a bit sooner than I had hoped, but you seem to have become a great man," Razma states with a straight face.

"I have a feeling this has somthing to do with the recent war against the jedi, does it not?"
"Why yes, it does. I know you have a fierce hate for all things force sensitive, and I know that you have the skill and training to kill multiple jedi at a time," Razma exclaims.
"So you want me to join you in your quest for the galactic purge of the jedi?"
"More specifically, this battle. We cant land mass fleets on the planet with its current defenses. We need people who can go in solo, and drop these defenses and create a diversion in hopes of us getting on the surface. This is one of the few jedi allied planets, so you will get your share of jedi to slay, and a huge payout."
As long as I am promised pay, and the right to slay any jedi I come in contact with, I will take the job."
"Then you can prepare yourself here, and when you are ready, we will launch you onto the planet in a pod, as to draw the least attention."
"Sounds good old friend. I will be back for my ship and pay old friend," Aatos says he goes silent and walks away. "I'll let you know when I am ready," he shouts over his shoulder.

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Eylse finished her glass of whiskey with a satisfied sigh, then got up and headed to her ship, an old Porax-38 starfighter, retrofitted with a clamp for locking onto large vessels, not to mention almost completely re-built. Sitting in the cockpit, she tapped into the holonet through the ships comm, running a pre-defined search that she had set up to help with her search.

Immediately, the message about the attack on Kashyyyk appeared. It didn't particularly surprise her, nor catch her eye; the end of the report, however, did. She coudln't find the Jedi, and didn't think she'd have much luck doing so in the near future. The Sith may be my only real option... she thought, then retraced her memory. She had overheard rumors that the Sith had made their way to Mustafar.

Her fingers flew over the controls, quickly sending a takeoff request, and getting clearance. Moments later, she had broken free of the atmosphere, and engaged her hyperdrive.

It wasn't a long way to the landing pad where Ta'Lan had left his ship. It was a relatively secluded landing strut, suspended over one of the nigh bottomless canyons that weaved their ways across the surface of the colossal city. He owned a YT-1930 that was modified with a permanent Q9 unit interface, so it could be piloted by a single person. When not staying in his master's home, hidden away on an obscure planet beyond the outer rim, the Zabrak would practically live in this ship. After paying the appropriate departure fees and boarding his vessel, Ta'Lan swiftly left the planet. "No need to stay here longer than I have to..." He thought to himself, now feeling a little calmer for being off a core world at a time like this. He waited until he was in orbit to review any messages saved for him, or setting a course, engaging the small holo-emitter set into the metal ceiling. It illuminated the room almost on it's own as it cast the blue tinted image of a Cathar man dressed in similar garb to the man viewing the transmission, though showing no insignia of ability or rank in their martial art. He spoke in a higher pitched voice than one would expect, though something about his voice had a calming effect on Ta'Lan. This was his master, Porshara. A Jedi who left the order of his own will after taking a wife, whom he now lives with in self-imposed exile past the outer rim.

"Hello again, my friend. I hope that you've had success on Coruscant, Moralis has kept you in her heart...I don't want anything to happen to you, we both know times are strained. Regardless, I want you to go to Kashyyyk, there are friends there that I'm deeply concerned about...The Mandalorians have attacked." Ta'Lan grimaced at this news, not only did he not enjoy the endless forests of Kashyyyk, but the endless forests of Kashyyyk crawling with Mandalorians didn't sit well with him at all. "I have every confidence in your ability, my student. May the Force be with you." He smiled and the image faded, leaving Ta'Lan alone once again. Removing his cloak and plotting a course for Kashyyyk, he sat back in the pilot's seat in the cockpit of the modified freighter.

It always made him smile to see the vibrant blue glow of hyperspace envelop the ship to propel it far across the galaxy, the hum of the hyperdrive pulsating through the ship with a steady vibration. Now that there was nothing to do but wait, Ta'Lan stood and headed back into the living area of the spacecraft, brushing his fingertips across the plasteel of the meter and a half tall droid set into the floor as he passed. He unclipped the metal device that made him uneasy on the surface from the back of his belt, holding it up before him as he idly strolled towards the larger cargo hold at the aft of the ship. It looked like it belonged on the safe end of a broadsword, albeit with the crossguard removed. Around the rough metal shaft, he had tied a strip of grey cloth to aid in gripping the weapon and though the emerald held in the pommel seemed completely ornamental, it could be removed and fashioned into another focusing crystal should there be the need. There was an almost undetectable release switch under the metal that kept the emitter shroud in place, which he thumbed. This caused the hilt to spring upwards; exposing a small control panel set into the chrome underneath, allowing the Zabrak to activate the weapon, alter the intensity of the blade or even the length to a certain degree.

As he stepped into the hold the lights came on automatically and he made for a computer panel on the wall to his right. After a moment of fiddling with the controls, 10 slats in the wall behind him opened and 10 corresponding training drones hovered out. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and stretching out with the Force, Ta'Lan ignited his viridian lightsaber.

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Morlev was watching the screen intently.
"D**n Mandalorians!" He said hitting his thigh.
Everyone stared at him and he began to walk away. A stranger came up to him and said " What is wrong with the Mandalorians and GA?"
Morlev turned away and began walking and then the stranger said
"Hey I was talking to you." He then attempted to hit Morlev but he dodged and hit him and they began brawling. Eventually Morlev got him to the ground and began using the force to choke him without anyone noticing and once the man was weak enough he began walking away. After a few seconds some police (Or whatever they are in Star Wars) came towards him and one said "Stop, why did you attack that man?"
Morlev replied "He attacked me and I fought back."
The man looked at him angrily "Well the other people said that you insulted the GA/Mandalorians."
Then Morlev said with a smirk on his face "I suppose."
The man aimed a gun at him and said "Give up and nothing will happen boy."
Morlev then raised his hands and let the man come towards him and when he came close enough he grabbed his lightsaber and slashed his head off then ran. The crowd began yelling and others chased him but he managed to get away and hide.

Sarzum's firespray, the Black Hawk dropped out of hyperspace just above Kashyyyk. Sarzum pressed some buttons to lower his powerusage making his ship flying in 'stealth-mode'. Sarzum checked his scanners and smiled. "So they haven't got the time yet to create a decent blockade around the planet..."

Activated a secure comchannel he started to broadcast. "This is mercenary Sarzum DeVir for both the GA and the Mandalorians, anyone interested in aquiring a good merc of good reputation? If so then make a decent offer, I'll be sending my bankaccount in the following transmission." Sarzum ended the transmission shortly after that and patiently waited.

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The Dawn of a New Age

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