War has once again plagued the galaxy. The now formed Republic is at a stalemate with the Empire who's gaining more and more influence in it's sector of space. With the truce between the factions, various neatural factions begin to take a breather and formulate their tactics and whether to join either side or not.
The old Barloz-class freighter, just departing the smuggler moon of Nar Shaddaa, soared through the ether of space. Despite it's less than appealing appearance it was a fast ship on it's way to remote planet in the Outer Rim known as Felucia. The crew of said freighter were doing a job of delivering a small package. A Toidarian had brought them the small case and another bigger case with the first half of the payment. The captain of the crew had at first thought that the whole thing was a prank but the fact that there was enough credits in the first half of the payment to completely overhaul the Krayt Mother and then some completely pushed that thought aside. The credits were good, really good and seemingly very simple job. It was too good to pass up as credits were getting hard to come by with the truce between the Empire and the Republic. The instructions were simple too, don't open the case and don't bail out of the deal with the credits. Simple and often had the captain come across such instructions. He had taken both cases and brought them to the old freighter that would get a nice overhaul after the job and then some. Upgrades, maybe. He took the package to a secure smuggler's compartment after notifying the crew of their job and client who had wished to be called Mr. Red. Some might have thought it was bad news taking the package but they needed the credits bad and this was too good to pass up. No one knew when they'd be able to get a deal good enough to sustain them. Bounties and Hunters were everywhere and often ended up with a loss of limb to either party.
The space between Nar Shaddaa and Felucia were under the rule of pirates and worse scum. Arooga the Hutt, probably the most powerful crime boss in the Outer Rim and then some, had a rival there and very little power and authority. The guy in charge, The Pirate King, was notorious for his crew grabbing ships and crew, stripping the former apart for parts and valuables and selling the latter to flesh-houses or just as their own personal entertainment. It's even said that he was in possession of some grade-A Republic and Empire war ships which made it quite the threat indeed. It was clear why the Krayt Mother was hired for the job as a large force would've attracted way too much attention to the Pirate King. Certainly this job would be most interesting.
Thalen sat in the main pilot seat of the old freighter, the cracked leather creaking as he moved around and made a few calibrations. They would need to exit hyperspace in a particular sector of the Outer Rim and engage the stealth module so not to be seen by any pirate scanners. They would pick them right up when in hyperspace with some nifty gadget of theirs. This was the quickest route to Felucia and worth the risk as the Krayt Mother's stealth module was one of the few things on the ship that didn't have to be kicked 5 times to get working properly. It only needed to be kicked twice.
In the seat next to him was Serana, silently watching his every move since that's what Thalen preferred and kept him happy enough for her to be satisfied. She had her arms crossed as he tinkered with the old ship, quite used to its lack of wanting to do anything without being abused. At times, she imagined the ship to be a masochist. She snapped out of that daydream to look over at him. "Are we there?" She asked, uncrossing her arms to sit up more.
"Not yet. It's still a bit longer. Gotta slip past the pirates as this is their space" Thalen said as he slowly pulled the lever that would get them out of lightspeed and then engaged the stealth module. The blue light that would've indicated that it was engaged flickered and after giving the dashboard a firm hit it stayed on and shone brightly. "There we go. Now we won't be seen by any scanners that these guys might have. I've set the right course and autopilot is on. We should be good for now. Now I'm hungry and gonna get something to eat" He said and stood up from the old leather seat and headed to the galley which was just around the corner. While there he passed his astromech, R9-C5 or just Rusty as he liked to call him as the durasteel plating on the droid was a rustic color and had a rustic personality. "Hey there buddy" he said as he passed the rolling trashcan, patting him on the domed head before he entered the small galley where he started to prepare himself a hot gizka sandwich.
"Get me something too." Serana had said before he left, watching the controls to make sure nothing would be malfunctioning as it had done once or twice before. She soon got distracted by the view from her spot, quite enjoying just watching the scenery, not that there was that much. As she did that, she made sure no ships were around that would be able to spot them or anything similar. When Thalen took too long to her liking, she got up and headed towards the galley.
The sun was rising on the Republic capitol world of Coruscant. Civilian swoopcrafts flying by in an orderly fashion with officers keeping an eye so things would go smoothly. The skyscrapers gleamed in the sunlight as did the large senate building where senators and other politicians were debating about how to approach the truce between them and the Empire. Away from the senate building however was the Jedi Temple, the bastion of the Jedi Order. Guards patrolled the courtyard of the Temple and inside, Jedi of various ranks went about their teachings and training and mentoring. They were also housing what remnants there was of the Imperial Knights who had suffered a mighty blow by the Empire at the start of the war. Very few were left now, barely two dozen or so. They were treated like any Jedi and with the utmost respect.
The Jedi Council was in order where the masters were having their own meeting about the Sith and their involvement with the Empire. Other Masters that were not apart of the council mentored younglings and padawans. Knights trained and meditated by themselves or with each other. It was seemingly peaceful but was in truth oblivious what was about to happen.
A cloaked figure scaled the outer walls of the Temple, a wrapped bundle on it's back as it got close to a large vent. The figure checked a small wrist monitor and saw a timer on it. When it went to zero, the figure punched in a code and a holographic field seemed to encase it´s hand before it began to just push back the vent energy shields as if they were curtains. The figure went through the shield and then with a flash of red beam opened up the vent before entering. Time was on the line and the Jedi were about to receive a message that they would soon not forget.
Jaice Varien, an ambitious Jedi Knight, walked into the Temple and a smile crept up on his face as he entered his home. Through the Force he felt the familiar presence of many Jedi, some of which he knew perfectly. He felt no other presence that would have ill will towards the Jedi either which made him glad. They had some angered civilian mob approach the Jedi Temple two standard weeks ago as they were refugees and other folks that had lost much to the Empire. Things were more peaceful now though some of the older Jedi were still at some unease. Jaice walked through the great hall and looked around, hoping to see any of his Jedi friends.