caliban22 said
I watched rebels. Not bad, kinda cheesey at time, but not bad over all.

Gisk said
I'm just now on that episode, with the inquisitor. He's freaking awesome, so far.Though, does it ignore the canon of Force Unleashed?

Gisk said
I see. Did you see I've continued the collab?

Gisk said
Oh I know, but if only he can make them, it's a powerful bartering chip he has, you know, in case he needs to trade for something...

Sep said
No-one mess with the formatting of my docs. Not the colours, nor the bold nor the type of text. If you want it set up your way make your own Gdoc. This is set up the way I like it and makes it easy for me to read.

Ghes watches as the stars became pinpricks again as the Pride of Mandalore reverted to real space, immediately alarms began blaring and he sighed dragging himself from his datapad where he was watching a old holodrama. “What’s going on?” Was called out, not to anyone in particular.
“One contact, not Mandalorian. Not DFT and it’s broadcasting a distress signal.” Ghes turned his head, “Sensors?”On the main viewport a holographic display formed, holding tight to it.
“Sensors indicate Freighter analogue. She’s adrift right now, looks like so far she was only programmed to get here and hasn’t done anything since.” Ghes looked at it for a minute, if Tiberius was right then there was a pirate force out there posed to, foolishly, attack Mandalore. Though this couldn’t be a scout, it was too poorly planned.

“Open a hailing frequency. Prepare to tractor it into the landing bay. Demand to know who they are and what they’re doing in Mandalore space.” He heard the call go out to the ship.

“Attention Unknown Vessel, you have entered Mandalorian space. Identify yourself and your occupants immediately and your intentions here or you will be fired upon.”

David twitched in his half conscious state at the sound of a voice coming over his comm. He opened his bleary eyes and pressed on the button that opened the communication both ways.
“B-7, unnamed freighter. Owned by Dav..” he stuttered a moment and continued speaking in clipped, pained sentences, “David Starsea. Injured in a pirate raid. Seeking medical attention. Mandalore was closest planet.” He paused a moment before adding, “No other passengers. Traveling alone.”

Ghes held pause for a second. Pirates, this close. Especially if Mandalore was the closest habitable world. “Lifesigns?”
“Confirmed. Only one sir.” Came the reply from the officer who stood at a nearby console, pouring over the details on the vessel. The name didn’t seem familiar so they had to work with what they had.
“All right, power the tractor beam and reign him in.” He stood up, donning his own helmet. “I want a squad of commandos ready in the bay and internal turrets ready to blow that ship away the moment it does something… iffy.” He heard a slight chuckle from one of the officers.
“Yes sir.” The officer pressed a button on the console. “You’re being brought aboard, you will be given medical attention and later we shall discuss your payment. Prepare to be boarded.”

“Acknowledged,” David said over the comm. Then, as it went dead, he dropped to the floor and picked one of the floor panels up. He tucked his lightsaber away underneath, and put the panel back down, laying leaned against the console, waiting for help.

Ghes walked down the breadth of the ship to the hanger, running up and into the freighter as it was pulled aboard, signalling as he moved through it commandos moved into other rooms. Comm crackled through his helmet informing him that it was clear but he kept pushing to the bridge, finding the man wounded there. He didn’t say anything, just remained stoic in his helmet. He clicked his comm on “I need a medic and a stretcher on the bridge.” It took several minutes but up came another Mandalorian, this one elderly without the helmet while two youngers carried the stretcher.

They lifted the man up and onto it however as soon as he saw the wounds, Ghes held up his hand. They were stab and cut wounds. But they had been cauterised, and before there was no extensive bleeding or extra burnt flesh that led him to believe it had been done at the same time as the stab wound was made. He walked up to the now still stretcher. “Who did this to you? Where did it happen?”

“Korriban,” David gave a hint of truth, and then continued lying, “Orbit. Boarded, left for dead. Was looking for old treasure. So were they.”

“And what exactly, was it you were looking for on Korriban for? That was worth the long and treacherous journey?”

“Don’t know. Abandoned world,” David kept lying even as his vision faded to black, “No one to stop me. Easy money. Pirates had it easier. Just had to take it… from…” His eyes rolled back and he spoke no more, his head falling back onto his pillow.

Ghes shrugged it off. Something was amiss but he wouldn't find out anytime soon. “Have him stabilized then sent down to to my clanstead. Tell my wife I’ll follow soon after. I still have questions for him.” With that he took one last look at the bridge, then walked out.

Cale Tucker said

Cale Tucker said
No-one mess with the formatting of my docs. Not the colours, nor the bold nor the type of text. If you want it set up your way make your own Gdoc. This is set up the way I like it and makes it easy for me to read.

Sep said
So? What's wrong with that?

Gisk said
Uh, hey Sep? Are we supposed to do another collab? Or do I post on my own now? Because I'm not sure what I'd do on my own.

mattmanganon said
Sorry, this decided to post itself whilst I was still writing it.