Star Wars The New Republic: Sith Arise

[Nacho]

Mesh'la caught up with Gin, something he didn't want. But he didn't stop once she reached him, he kept running, not exactly knowing why as he wasn't trying to ditch her.

He heard something go off in Mesh'la's gear, another transmission. She patched Gin in on the transmission, but he disposed of his comlink. Using the transmission being transmitted to Mesh'la, Gin took advantage of that and tapped into the force the aid him in running much quicker.

Gin wasn't able to think straight. How could it be that the Clones are turning on the Jedi? What could have caused this to happen? If he needed answers, surely the place to go was with the Jedi Council and seek their advice.

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As if being on some hit list wasn't bad enough, what Gin laid his eyes on next was clearly something he wasn't expecting. A legion of Clones being directed up the steps of the Jedi Temple. Had he not known what the Clones were up to earlier, any type of guess could have answered the question as to why they were headed inside. Did the Jedi inside the Temple know that this was coming? Were they prepared? Gin's mind was filling up with questions he couldn't seem to answer. But standing around watching what could be the demise of the Jedi Order was something he couldn't stand to do.

Not being too far from the Temple steps, Gin ran in their direction. The sight of the Clones marching up the steps was something of a terrible sight to lay eyes on, but what he laid his eyes on next, was something that was much worse. It was basically an all out war withing the walls of the Jedi Temple between Jedi and Clones. Gin stood frozen at the doors, looking around, not being able to bring himself to do anything. For a moment, his mind went blank. Surely if a Clone laid eyes on him then and there, he would have been an easy kill.

Once his senses came back to him, there really was nothing to do but to help his fellow Jedi.

Out came the green blade from his lightsaber and started charging at the nearest Clone to him, tackling him, instead of slashing him with his lightsaber. But on the ground, the clone pointed his blaster straight at Gin's face. Not taking any chance, Gin drove his glowing blade directly into the Clones throat, taking him out. But that Clone was just one of many. Gin had to constantly watch his back as an ambush could have taken place at any moment. At any direction you could think of, both Clone and Jedi were falling to the ground. In the midst of the frenzy going on, it occurred to Gin, the younglings. The idea couldn't have come to his mind at a better time, there was something rather extraordinary that he was feeling. It couldn't have been the Clones, nor could it have been one of the Jedi. This felt much darker. Filled with some anger. He didn't know it at the time, but this feeling he was picking up would eventually lead him to the young padawans.

Now, Gin was mainly on the offensive, killing off the droids wasn't his biggest priority now. The closer he got, the stronger this dark presence got. This lead him to the door of the High Council Chamber. The halls seemed empty, quiet. He slowly walked to the door, and it slid open. Inside the room, a dark-hooded figure stood in the middle. But the most horrifying, were what seemed like lifeless bodies of young children on the floor, and the cries and whimpers of others crowded in a corner, fearing the man before them. As the man turned to face Gin, the face that was behind the hood surprised him.

"An...Anakin?"
Young Skywalker didn't answer, just kept his eyes locked on Gin. The dark presence he was feeling was surely coming from Anakin. But it was so hard to believe.

"You're sick! How could you do this?! They're just children!"
Again, Anakin didn't answer, but a smirk broke across his face. Gin could feel it, the bodies on the floor were left lifeless, he couldn't feel their presence the same way he felt the presence of the others that would have surely met the same fate had Gin not arrived.

It was as if Gin's presence didn't do anything to scare off Anakin. He turned and began walking to the remaining younglings. In an attempt to stop him, Gin slung Anakin to the right, slamming him into the window with force push. He rushed in front of the younglings, shepherding them from the monster in the room. As Anakin got up, Gin kept his lightsaber in hand, twirling it around, awaiting the inevitable strike that would soon come from Anakin.

[Colonel Caboose]

Mesh'la tried to follow Gin, but she stopped at the temple doors as Gin ran in and began attacking clones. Mesh'la couldn't intervene. The clones were her family, and the jedi were Gin's. Mesh'la would have liked to help her clones killed the blasted jedi, but in truth they wouldn't her clones. They were Spaarti clones, grown up on Centax 2 and weren't the Kaminoan clones she knew. They were slaves to GAR just as well, but they were more mindless and even less free thinking than the Kaminoans. Mesh'la decided to try and find another less direct route to Gin, the jedi were already doomed, and even if she wanted to help it would be pointless and get put herself on the line which in the end would put her commandos in harm.

Mesh'la watched as a jedi strayed towards the door and tried to escape the onslaught. She could see the panic in his eyes and could tell he was going to attack her out of fear. She dodged under his swing and flung him over her shoulders sending him rolling down the stairs. He stopped a few steps down and was turning around to throw his lightsaber it seemed, Mesh'la shot in square in the head. The shot were strong and toppled him over and Mesh'la saw a glimsp of his cold lifeless face and how young the jedi was. A few clones who saw the incident came running.

"Halt this is a restricted area, suspects are to be killed or detained..." Mesh'la fired stun shots at the two clones She clicked her gauntlet activating the signal for a hot pick up hoping Gin would be quick.

"Mesh'la its time to meet me at the extraction point, friend or no friend." A'den said. Mesh'la cursed.

"Understood father..." Mesh'la ran down the steps and stopped at the jedi. Mesh'la closed his eyes and ran away down the steps and towards the extraction point.

[Nacho]

As Gin expected, Anakin was the first to strike, sending out a stream of blue lightning from his hands. Gin was quick to block the attack with his lightsaber, keeping himself in front of the younglings.

Anakin leapt in the air, landing inches away from Gin. Both their lightsabers locked, the hue illuminating their faces in green and blue. Gin pushed Anakin with his shoulder, knocking him back slightly. Gin ducked from a swing that came from Anakin that would have surely taken his head off from his shoulders had he not ducked. As Gin ducked, he swept his foot over Anakin's feet, causing Anakin to fall. Before he hit the floor, Gin again force pushed Anakin into the wall.

"Come on young ones, lets go." The door remained open, that way no time was wasted in trying to get it open because in the stress that Gin was in, he probably wouldn't be able to get it open. Whispering to the kids, he told them to keep running, that he'd met them at the first corner. If anything happened, if they came across anything to scream. He knew Anakin wouldn't let them off too easily, and that force push wouldn't keep him knocked out for long, and he would surely go in pursuit of him and the younglings. Leaping up onto the top of the doorway, keeping himself balanced in the little ridge that sticked out from the door, he waited for Anakin to come out. And not a moment too soon. As soon as he stepped out of the chamber, Gin pounced on Anakin, knocking him flat on his stomach, using his left foot to keep Anakins arm pinned down, and his right foot on his neck. Gin ignited his lightsaber and placed the blade next to Anakins neck, slowly waving it, taking out some of his hair in the process. As Gin was about to deliver the strike which would finish Anakin, a group of Clones came rushing into the scene. Unbeknownst to Gin, the younglings had stopped running when they heard the sound of Anakins body dropping to the floor. Some of the Clones began firing at Gin, while the others started opening fire on the younglings. It was because of that that Gin knew that they didn't keep running, reflecting the fire directed at him back to the Clones, taking them down, Gin got out his phrik staff and sent it in the direction of the other clones, driving it through their abdomens,, impaling them, leaving them dead on the floor like a kabob. Anakin was able to get Gin off him. And as he stood up, he fired lightning at Gin, sending him flying back into the Council Chamber, stopped by one of the chairs that were there to seat the Jedi Masters. Gin sat in pain, barely to move as the lightning numbed his body. The smell of burnt hair and leather came up to his nostrils. He saw Anakin approaching him with his lightsaber drawn, knowing that this was the end for him. Gin just smiled, content with the fact that although his attempts to save the young ones, he at least tried, and went down fighting. He was ready to accept death, and join the others who have fallen within the Temple walls tonight.

"NOOOO!"
The sream of a little girl broke the silence in the room, and a chair flew across the room, hitting Anakin over the head. Gin quickly turned his head to find a Twi'lek girl still inside the Council Chamber. He had thought that they all ran out with him earlier. This event of salvation seemed to rid Gin of the pain he was currently in. He got to his feet, getting his lightsaber from the groung, and scooped up the girl. He ran towards the window, breaking the glass, and dropping down to the floor. Getting the feeling back on his legs from the impact, Gin looked up from where they had just fallen, threw the girl over his back, clipped his lightsaber back on his side and began running away from the Temple.

He had escaped Mesh'la and her Commandos, and now this. He was surely going to be a target now. Luckily, there was one person whom he could trust no matter what. And that's where he was headed now.

[UnknownSoldier]

I struggled trying to get into the cockpit, but I had to get out of here. All that was here was murder. 'eh... i-if I can,' "Ah! Jeezes that hurts..." If I can get up off the planet I could look around to see for other planets or something, but I have to do something.'
I had gotten into the front cockpit and pulled the top down, it was hard to use all the controls with the side of my thigh armor scorched with a blaster hole in it with a burning sensation to the bone in my leg. Slowly, I got her into the air. Not soon after I changed all of my comms to the public channel to see what I could pick up. Getting up and out of the atmosphere I started to scan for other planets, but no luck. All I found were gas giants and moons. But then the scanner picked up an active trade route, and I headed toward it. I sat the LAAT beside the trade route with multiple freighters and such passing by, many of them looked very able to hold my LAAT, but if they would personally allow me onboard was another thing.

"This is Captain Fixer, a clone Captain of the Republic. I understand not many of you are really into the Republic, but something has happened. Something terrible, betrayal, murder, I need support and need to get out of here. The Republic has fallen to something much worse. If anyone can, please send a message back to the codes in this broadcast, this message will repeat as long as it can, or until I run out of air. Fixer out."
I sighed and took a calm breath, making the correct settings and it started to broadcast. At the time I started to think, 'you know what if none are on a public channel, and on their own personal channel. Well with what I did back there it's probably best for me to stay gone... now I have to wait'. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat, cramped and stuck permanently in it, as the only way out was to open the top hatch, meaning suicide. As I closed my eyes I started to remember back in the training facility, remembering saving the jedi, fighting with A-... I decided then to just take a nap.

[Nacho]

Gin began distancing himself from the Temple. Not only did he have himself to look out for, but now he had a Twi'lek girl to look out for as well.

As if Gin's luck couldn't get any worse, both him and the Twi'lek ran into a group of Clones.

"Hatl!" The lead Clone said. But immediately right after his orders, he began to open fire on Gin with the other Clones following in as well. Gin quickly threw himself to the left where there was a bin to protect him and the girl.

"Stay here OK. I'll take care of this." Gin said to the girl. She nodded. Gin got out his lightsaber, and like a boomerang tossed it to where the Clones. Taking some, but not all out, it did stop the volley of fire coming from their blasters. The lightsaber came back to Gin's hand, and he now felt in total control. One by one, he went through each one of the Clones, striking them down with a strike from his weapon.

"It's done, come on." Gin grabbed the girl by the arm and threw her back over his back. He kept running, looking to his surroundings to make sure there were no signs of anymore clones. And if there were, to be ready to confront them. But it was probably that he wasn't looking good enough, the sound of a blaster going off, then the shot hit Gin on his right left, causing him to fall on his knees. He tried standing up, but the pain made him fall back down.

"Do you see anything?" Gin asked

"No" she responded.

Gin took a few deep breaths and stood up, shaking a bit as soon as he was on his own two feet. The shot to his legs made it impossible for him to keep running, it was now more like he was dragging his right foot. Each step hurt more than the last, but stopping now would surely make him an easy target, so he chose to kept going.

If Gin didn't know any better, there were some Clones hiding up high somewhere. Because not too much later, two shots went through his stomach, and another through the right side of his chest. Clone or not, they didn't stop at those two shots, because Gin was not alone. They could have thought that Gin was dead, but there still the matter of the Twi'lek to take care of. Not knowing what went on behind him, the purple Twi'lek ran off somewhere to go hide. Gin was still breathing, but not able to move very good. Even though it was dark out, and they couldn't see their shooter, Gin didn't have to see this person to know from where he was coming from. The blaster shots gave his location away. Gin raised his arm and swung it, soon someone screaming over the air, followed by a loud thud on the ground followed, letting Gin know that he got their sniper.

Once he was taken care of, the girl came back and tried to help Gin up to his feet. If the leg thing was painful before, he was now really in a world of hurt because of the new shots to his body. Lifting only his upper body, she struggled to drag him, although she didn't know where she was going, it was still better than waiting for him to get back up. Gin pushed her aside, causing him to fall down. He tried blocking out his pain to make himself stand up. He got the Twi'lek again, and started walking.

"Almost there."

The time that followed, a very nasty wheeze like sound escaped Gin's mouth with each step, he stopped every so often to catch his breath as he felt that he was unable to breathe right at times, and also to let the pain subside a bit. They were now in the underworld of Coruscant. For some odd reason, Gin felt much safer down here. Chances were that there were some shock troopers down here, but Gin decided to play his chances. Besides, they had made it to their destination.

Gin walked into a dark, empty bar, walking in for the first few feet, before collapsing onto a table, taking it down with him to the ground. The man behind the bar quickly rushed over to Gin.

"Oh no. Gin my boy what happened." The bar owner was a Trandoshan named Vorron whom Gin had known for quite a while now.

"There's been some sort of rebellion on the upper part........ Clones attacking Jedi. I had nowhere else to go."

It was a good thing that the bar was empty on that night. Vorron lifted Gin, and threw him across his shoulder, and took him outside to where his speeder was. The bar now would be looked after by his wife while he went out and took care of this little problem. He had a warehouse not too far from his bar. Somewhere where he could keep Gin safe.

[Colonel Caboose]

Mesh'la was now almost to the extraction point. There was though one stop in her trip she didn't see. There was a checkpoint up ahead for clones searching for jedi. There was a mass crowd trying to move through the checkpoint, but it was obvious they weren't going to let anyone slip by so easy. As she neared the the checkpoint a clone walked up to her. "Halt..." the clone demanded, Mesh'la's hands tensed up wanting to grab for her blaster, maybe word had gotten out she didn't execute Gin, or that she was an eye witness to the jedi massarce.

"She's fine let her through." A voice came from almost out of no where, she turned to see her father in his mandalorian armor making a B line towards her from the other side of the check point with two members of Sigma squad, her father's squad who took the hardcases.

"Yes Colonel." the clone said and returned to checking other citizens. A'den ushered Mesh'la to follow her.

"Sabre squads waiting with the rest of Sigma we need to move now..."

"Ma'am allow me to check your luggage or, AHHHHHHHH!!!" A high pitch scream was heard from a clone, Mesh'la turned around to see that a group of jedi had sprang out of the crowd after failing to pass the checkpoint. There was a dozen of them, it seemed to be a mix between perhaps jedi masters or knights with younger jedi presumbly padawans. Clones quickly rushed to the area, but there weren't enough to handle them. They cut through the clones like butter and made their way towards Mesh'la.

"Damn jetii!" Her father yelled as a padawan tried to slice him down with a failed swing. A'den stepped back and duck to avoid another two swings, the padawan having left himself open allowed A'den to move in and get a clean punch to the face knocking him out. An angry knight rushed A'den and sliced him across the chest but was met with disbelief as his lightsaber skidded across his chest plates. "ot going to happen." The knight still in disbelief failed to react as A'den gave a quick blow to his stomach toppling him over and allowing A'den to finish him off with his own lightsaber. "Let's move before this gets worse!" He yelled to Mesh'la and the others.

Mesh'la watched as the two Sigma members started to retreat, failing to see rodian jedi knight and her padawn move toward them squeezing between them and slicing them across the chest and backs. The two commandos fell to the ground in agony. Mesh'la yelled angrily and fired her blaster at the padawan, as he tried to run away, Mesh'la nailed her in the head making a quick kill, Mesh'la tried to hit the jedi knight, but she deflected her shots and continued to run. "Hut'tuun(coward)!!!!" Mesh'la yelled as the rodian jedi got away.

Mesh'la ran to the Sigma's. "We're alright Ma'am we'll make it." Sev said as he stood up, it seemed the lightsaber hadn't done too much damage to him at least.

"I can't feel my legs, there not there!" Vin yelled in panic, but they were there, Mesh'la feared that his spine may have been damaged from the lightsaber, but they would have to worry about his legs later.

"Sev, get him to the ship!" Mesh'la yelled.

"Understood Ma'am." Sev replied as he picked up his brother and carried him to the ship as he continued to freak out about his legs. Mesh'la turned to see that a group of clone reinforcements had arrived and the scattered bodies of the jedi, except she couldn't see her father. She saw that a crowd was forming of citizens, but clones quickly rushed to push them back as two medics ran through. Mesh'la hurried and push through the crowd and saw her father collasped on the ground next to a dead Twi'lek jedi with a vibroblade stab to the abodmen. Her father had a lightsaber wound through the one of the cracks in his chest plates.

"Mes...mesh'la....beautiful... mando'a..." He tried speaking, he was shaking and Mesh'la quickly knelt down and took her helmet off.

"Yes, yes buir(father). I'm here, I'm here..."

"You, must be strong.... the manda calls... you...are chieftain now... look after my ad'ike (children)....." A'den's head went limp and a medic clone pushed her back and tried to start his heart up again, but it was over. He had died, Mesh'la looked to the dead jedi and saw his lightsaber, she knelt down and wanted to spit on him, but she knew better than to disgrace the dead, even a dead jedi. She saw his lightsaber lying in his cold lifeless hands, she pried it from his hand and attached it to her belt. Mesh'la saw a lone clone sitting down in the corner, he looked phased.

"You, what's wrong with you ner vod?" Mesh'la asked trying to push the whole thing off like a dream.

"sorry I don't speak whatever language that is." Centax 2 spaarti clone, Mesh'la thought to herself. "Though that man just saved my life. The jedi were about to slice me in more than a dozen ways when he jumped into the fray and took them down one by one, but my I was still struck with fear I wasn't able to get out of the last jedi's way on my own and he knocked me away taking the blade through his back and turned and finished the jedi himself. A man risked his life for some clone who doesn't matter. This world is so different with amazing and terrible things..." The clone said still feeling the guilt.

But your not some clone, your a man with the right to make his own destiny... Mesh'la thought as she looked at him, a grown man, who was nothing more than a child on the inside. Mesh'la placed her helmet it on and looked at the lightsaber, it took 8 jedi to take down one man, but not just any man, the man with more Mandokarla (someone who's got the right stuff.) than anyone else. I'll have to top that to take my father's place...

[Assallya]

Jarl Sakarth, Captain of the starship "Pride of Mandalore", leaned back in his chair and considered the communication playing over the speakers. A distress call, from a ship that lacked hyperdrive. By intergalactic law he was required to heave to and render any and all manner of assistance but then he didn't usually play by the rules or laws. Why should he, after all, when the Republic's finest didn't follow the laws?

A captain Fixer of the Republic was asking for help. It was a clone, a bloody clone. It had to be. Why should Jarl care when the Republic cared so little for their fleshy droids? Still, Jarl wasn't the type to abandon someone to the depths of space. Better, he thought, to rescue the poor bastard and put a blaster bolt in his head than to let him slowly suffocate.

"Bring us about," he ordered his crew, "deploy the marker buoy warning off our contact. This area, if the Republic Army is doing operating below, is too hot to exchange cargo. We'll rescue this poor bastard and see what he's whining about. Who knows, maybe there's some profit to be had from whatever it is he's crying about."

They waited for several minutes, to decrease the amount of time Captain Fixer would have to react to their imminent arrival. They didn't want the clone thinking too hard or working to figure out just who Jarl Sakarth and his ship was. No, they wanted him relieved and eager for rescue.

"Patch me into the comm system," he ordered and waiting a moment for the proper buttons to be pushed before he began his string of lies, "Captain Fixer. This is the cargo vessel, 'Waters of Naboo', approaching your co-ordinates. We stand ready to assist and will arrive in one minute."

[Nacho]

Vorron, a middle aged, heavy-set Trandoshan had been a close friend of Gin's ever since they had it out with each other one drunken night at Vorron's bar. Ever since, for some odd reason they were friends. Vorron was a man that ran his own little underground empire, nothing too big. He owned his own bar, sold stuff on the black market, and other stuff like that. He had a warehouse where he stored all his merchandise. The booze, glass cups, old ships, weapons, all things that needed some repairing were stored here. Vorron set Gin next to the door, he saw that his skin was turning pale, and his chest was violently pumping up and down as he seemed to still have trouble breathing due to the sounds of his wheeze.

"Gin, you're still with me right?" Vorron said, slapping him a few times across the face.
Gin's eyes popped open and he raised his arm and have Vorron a thumbs up without saying a word. Vorron turned to the Twi'lek girl and saw a worried look on her face as she looked to the dying man before her.

"What's your name sweetheart?"
It took a while for her to answer, but she eventually did in a shaky manner.
"Vizzal"
"OK Vizzal, do me a favor. There's a a large closet. Inside that closet, you'll find a medpack. Bring it over here quickly."
Vizzal did as she was told, and ran to the closet Vorron told her about. Vorron got Gin by his face, removing the hair out from his face. He reached into his side, and pulled out a knife, and began tearing off his clothes. Gin started to laugh as Vorron was doing this, it was more of a mixture of coughs and chuckles.
"Don't you get any funny ideas there Vorron"
Vorron didn't asnwer but was relieved that Gin was still somewhat conscious.

Vizzal came rushing back with the medpack in her hands. Vorron took it from her hands, and opened it, taking out several bacta patches. Gin lifted his hand up and extended it towards Vizzal, getting her hand, and squeezing it. Given the status that he was in, it wasn't a hard squeeze. Vizzal figured she took it as a sign on thanks from Gin because she brought the medpack.

Something about the bacta made Gin completely knock out. He let go of Vizzal's hand, and his hand dropped to his side, his head also dropped down. Vorron put his head back up, slapping him again and calling his name. He then went and checked for his pulse. He found it and was relieved that he was still alive.

"Don't worry Vizzal, he's fine. I think his body just went out so he can get some rest."
Vorron picked Gin up and started up a staircase inside the warehouse. At the top, was a room that looked like it would be more suited for an office. But it wasn't. Most noticeably inside this office-like room was a large bed on one side, and a large couch on the other.

"Don't worry about him. I've known Gin for years, and he's one touch man. He should be fine in the morning." Vorron said as he laid Gin down on the bed.
"He'll be safe here don't worry. I have to go back to the bar and check on some things. I'll be back."
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Vizzal stayed sitting next to Gin at his bedside for what seemed like hours. Vorron eventually did come back and saw Vizzal at Gin's bedside.
"You still haven't gone to sleep?"
Vizzal didn't answer, just shook her head.
"I know you must be worried about him, but I guarantee you that he's going to be fine." Vorron lifted Vizzal off the chair she was sitting on, and guided her over to the couch on the other side of the room.
"You can lay down here. I sometimes sleep on this instead of the bed."
Vizzal started to lay down on the couch while Vorron went into a cupboard and pulled out some blankets from it. He threw the covers over her, and then rubbed his reptilian hand over her braintails as she started to doze off.

Back on the lower level of the warehouse, Vorron had contacted someone that was to smuggle both Gin and Vizzal out of Coruscant. Given what he got from Gin earlier, Coruscant wasn't probably a safe place for a Jedi to be at the moment.

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When morning came, Vizzal was the first to wake. She immediately looked to where Gin was and saw his chest normally rising up and down from his breathing. She was glad that he made it through the night and lived. She got up from the couch and went downstairs, hoping to find Vorron. He has nowhere to be found, but she did find a note posted on the wall saying that he went off to get some items. Vizzal started walking through the mazes of broken down machines, inspecting each thing she passed almost as if she knew what she was looking at.

Upstairs, Gin was barely waking up. He stayed laying flat on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. His mind wasn't able to let him remember the events of last night which made him wonder as to why he was where he was in just his briefs. He got up and sat at the edge of the bed, seeing his body being covered with bacta patches. Seeing those patches reminded him of what happened, it was the Clones. The pain was still there, he still felt a bit sore, but it wasn't as bad as it was last night. He started making his way downstairs. Once he set his eyes on the warehouse, he knew exactly where he was. He slowly walked down the stairs, holding on to the guard-rail. Vizzal heard the footsteps of Gin coming down the stairs, and saw him. She immediately rushed over to the bottom of the staircase and hugged Gin tightly. Gin squinted as her hug hurt his still sore body.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little bit better. I could be feeling worse. Where's Vorron?"
Vizzal handed Gin the note. As soon as he finished reading Vorron's note, Vorron came in through the door, carrying some luggage bags.

"Ah, good morning to you two." He said pulling the rest of the stuff in. "How are you feeling son?"

"Much better Vorron thanks to you."

"Don't mention it lad. It's nothing."

"What's with the luggage?"

"Based on what you told me last night, you're a wanted man. It's too dangerous for you and Vizzal to stay on Coruscant."
How delightful of Vorron to tell Gin what the name of the Twi'lek was. Up to now, he didn't know what she was called.

"I got someone to get you out of here. These bags are your stuff. I took the liberty of purchasing you some clothes, and other essentials for where you'll be headed. I also packed in your lightsaber in here. It's best this person doesn't know you're Jedi. I made up a story about you being on the run from some very bad people, so stick to that if he asks."

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After breakfast, and a wardrobe change, Vorron's smuggler came in through the door.

"You must be Gin." He was a human. Tall, bronze skinned, cowboy-looking man.
"That's me."
"Name's Bennet. I will be your pilot for today."

Gin turned over to Vorron, walking towards him and pulling him in for a hug.
"I can't think of anyway to ever thank you for everything you've ever done for me."

Vorron hugged Gin back and laughed. "Oh come on son, you're making it seem as if you're going to be gone forever." Vorron turned around, and opened one of the bags, taking out a bottle from one of it's pockets. "This should tell you where it is you're headed."
Gin took the bottle and saw that it was Corellian rum. Gin's preferred drink. Gin unscrewed the cap, and took a sip from the bottle, then handing it to Vorron. He took the bottle from Gin's hand, and took a drink as well. Getting the bottle back from Vorron, Gin looked to the floor as tears began to escape his eyes.
"Thank Yajaa for me as well. And tell her I said goodbye" Gin said looking back up, wiping the tears from his face. Yajaa was Vorron's wife.
"She wanted to be here to say goodbye as well, but somebody has to be in the bar at all times. Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets your message. Now go on boy, I don't want to tear up as well.

Bennet's transport was a few kilometers from where Vorron's warehouse was. Vorron packed the bags into the same vehicle he used to transport Gin from the bar to the warehouse, and gave Bennet the keys to it.
"Just park it, and the Mrs. and I will come for it later."
Gin didn't want to look at Vorron as they started to leave, he just raised his hand, and waved goodbye to the Trandoshan.

[UnknownSoldier]

The air was running out, it had been a couple hours and the only reason why I hadn't died yet was because I was asleep, breathing a lot less. I woke up half dazed and weak, the comm system erupting with a mans voice. 'Waters of Naboo? Oh this'll be fun, wonder what other things they have to say,' "Listen, you have to be careful! The rest of the Republic has gone AWOL, they are killing Jedi and anyone else in the Republic. They are standing by over at Felucia as we speak. If you're really with Naboo they might be after you." I said as I grabbed the controls, seeing the cargo vessel and pushed towards it. Leaving the Republic and going rogue made me feel like some salvager pirate in an old rig, floating about space. It was a very odd feeling indeed.

"Is it possible for me to land somewhere, maybe in your cargo hold? I can't leave the cockpit of the LAAT ship..."

[Assallya]

Jarl Sakarth smiled. Couldn't leave the cockpit, his shiny left buttocks. Those clone suits had limited air supplies but were sealed tight. They had to be because the LAAT wasn't in its standard configuration. He'd scavenged a few junkers from various worlds the Separatists and Republic had fought upon. There was a lot of credits to be made there. More from salvaging the CIS droids but plenty enough from both sides.

"Our Captain doesn't trust us," Jarl said to his men, wry amusement plain on the cyborg's half face, "He wants to ride the trigger of his rocket launchers all the way into the bay."

The CR-90 Corellian Corvette crept ever closer to the armoured landing craft. Roughly fifteen times the size there was very little to fear from the small ship, particularly when the Pride of Mandalore had been designed specifically to chase down and capture small transports for their cargo. One of the best things about chasing smugglers was that they didn't report being robbed to the authorities.

"Shall I scramble the fighters sir?"

The Pride of Mandalore had four fighters magnetically docked with the vessel's hull and hidden behind duraplast cowlings. Duraplast was cheap, easily replacable but a pain to fit back into place. He preferred not to use the fighters as much as possible.

"No," he countered, "Stand by Ion Control. Prepare to fire on my mark."

He really shouldn't have to fire. Disabling the vessel with ion cannons would blow out circuts and display panels which would all need to be serviced. Hopefully this clone was as cool headed as his brethren. There was thing that could be said about Jarl Sakarth. He wasn't a murderer. That he left to the Jedi. He figured twenty men with blasters aimed at the clone, and in particular a laser cannon assembly would quell any thoughts of defiance this Captain might have. It had worked for a hundred transport captains in the past.

"That's affirmative on forward cargo bay," Captain Sakarth replied cheerily, "transmitting flight path for your navi-computer now. Be advised we're not a Venerator and don't have a large landing area like you're used to so I recommend letting the computer handle the landing."