Quite the nice haul. At least a 7 bajillion gallons at least of the blood and other gooey bits hung from the ceiling. Those nice men left such a fun surprise in exchange for a few measly thermal detonators. Yes yes yes, Crusty was quite pleased. When the Captain said, "Crusty, were blowing the bridge, heavy contact expected " she was SOO excited. When the bridge doors were finally forced open she couldn't help but toss a few- or a dozen, she lost count. Of course the Good Captain praised her, or assumed he did, he made the most fascinating war cries before rushing into the bridge with the rest of the boyz. But when they got in there the bridge was a bit of a mess (she noted that shes gotta increase the thermal output, ash was much easier to clean), luckily those boarding thermal grenades of hers were specially crafted not to fry equipment toooooooo much, but the bodies were pretty much goop at this point. Looking around the captain seemed displeased, like...like he just lost a valuable...thing, but he perked right up when the ANTI-CAPTAIN was still in one piece, AND breathing. The good captain gave him one of his famous close shaves, cleaned him right up. You could say he was quite AHEAD. BWAHAHAHAHA. Crusty cracked herself up.

The captain told us to back up the cargo, but he gave us EXPLICERATE orders not to blow up any of the other crew. Eh, you can't have 'em all. We got the booty (kek) shipped up and packed down. Hopefully Captain remembers to buy me that fancy new thermite purifier I asked for the last haul with this new booty(double kek). I ran up to him again and gave him one of them Imirial Saloots that we so frequently saw in the the (dead) crews.

"Cargo ready CAPATAIN! Can I blow this mother up?"

"You have one minute, make it count Crusty, burn every cargo container not on The Copperhead" Duke Siliscus said before walking back to 'The Copperhead'. They would give the cargoship a kick start towards the closest hub world, which was luckily not too far away. Chances were the crew would be fine, but they might starve, or freeze in their journey through space.

"Not my problem" Siliscus thought, a smile creeping onto his face. He'd already planned their next mission, they were headed to the Mazi sector, it was one the Empire planned to colonize. Fresh sectors meant no laws, which meant the perfect hideout for a smuggler like himself. The worlds were probably rich with untapped resources and people to exploit. He'd need to find a a way to establish a foothold though, that would be the hardest part of the expedition.

Burn...hmmm...burn...buuuurn. Now if you think about it, explode is a lot like burn. Some might say its Burn 2.0: The Explodening, coming to your theaters next lunar cycle. So by this logic what the Captain really said was,

"You have one minute, make it count Crusty, Burn 2.0^tm every cargo container not on The Copperhead."

She got right to work, the captain was real strict with these time limits. A few detpacks here, thermals here, concussion here, here and... here.

Total time: 45 secs, NEW HIGHSCORE. LEVEL 2 GET.

She scurried right behind the heels of the Good Captain, he even held the boarding tubes open for her! What an honor. The Copperhead, was good to go, resident pilot-man did his space magic. Crusty looked out a port hole, the nice folks were well on their way to port the captain so gracio-KABOOM-aaaaaaaaand it blew up.

Gaping hole where cargo bay should be. Check.
Imperials being ejected to deep space. Check.
Secondary explosions in the reactor. Check.
Yup they're dead. Woops. My condolences, acceptable loses and all that jazz.

"Note to self, Burn 2.0 is not effective when wanting to keep the ship in habitable conditions. Captain condition: *she looked up on the wide-eyed captain* moderately miffed."

Location: Mazitec, the outpost

The holographic image of the Imperial officer highly adorned with his badges and medals addresses the outpost. With his whitish grey hair cut short in the military style and strong jawline the high ranking officer named Commander Rei reads from an official document.



The image of commander Rei dissipates as Jedi master Chata takes his place. The Blue Nelvaanian with his black hair and tribal tattoos addresses the Jedi of the outpost.



With the tasks distributed the occupants of the outpost are left to their duties.

The holocron suddenly cut off, M-0018 still staring blankly in the area the picture had been. The squad had been assembled again for the latest briefing. His other squad members seemed restless, whether be it nerves, excitement or... cowardice. Unforgivable. A weakness of the mind. Troopers must be impartial, treat this as any other order. An order that all of them must comply to. His role would probably dictate a place in the recon party, the terrain outside the outpost walls were perilous, he hypothesized that his skills would be required sometime or later.

He noticed that the Jedi were not in the same briefing room. Inefficient. Difficult to have non-military personal follow regulation -as seen by their behavior- and to have objectives be relayed in sequence rather than in parallel reduced combat efficiency. This new empire's lack of control of the Jedi council troubled him... No, those are traitorous thoughts. Again, a weakness in his part. Undying loyalty. Undying trust to the Empire. He must comply. He will comply.

He saluted to his commanding officer, standing at attention as he awaited orders.

Jade was watching the duel between the two Jedi Knights with fascination as that was how good she wanted to be with a lightsaber some day. After some time she stood up from her spot stretching her back before leaving the training room and looked around. "They will find me when we are ready to head out." She muttered to herself as she headed down the hallway wandering aimlessly to who knows where.

She some how found her way to the command center where the Imperials were all gathered together and that was when she spotted the one soldier that had been in the training room with them. "Are you heading out with us to explore the planet?" Jade asked the trooper as came to stand next to him as she watched the rest of the Imperials walk around.

Cade and Styxx had a good spar. Their padawaan left sometime in the middle, and the two dueed to a stalemate before respectfully bowing and heading to where they would receive their orders. After hearing of his assignment Cade nodded and turned to find his padawaan. He searched the hallway, but found no sign of her at least until he came to the imperial briefing room.

Cade entered the briefing room his black cloak flowing behind him to find his apprentice. He noticed her conversing with an imperial and decided to intervene. Stepping beside the two Cade interrupted the conversation. "Padawaan we are to accompany them on the ground, head back to your quarters and assemble your gear I shall meet you outside in exactly seven minutes" Cade said before waling away.

He had been addressed, not by an officer, but the noncompliant Padawan. Asked if M-0018 was to "help explore." Naive, she made it sound as if this was Class I Paradise World, free of dangers. In addition, she was unaware of how Troopers operated. It was not M-0018's place to decide which post he is assigned to. And most importantly it was not the his place to express his opinions on the mission. Surprisingly he found her ignorance... amusing.

He accosted himself. Thoughts of leisure were hazards to the mission. They compromised security. He cannot endanger the squad. As such he felt the girl must be informed of her mistakes and made aware to standard operating procedures. Remembering the prearranged speech for such a misconduct, M-0018 prepared to speak but before he could continue Knight Cade stood between them and ordered her immediate redoubt. Commendable, he must have recognized both the padawan's and M-0018's folly and wished to resolve it. It is for the best, a trooper had no business teaching Jedi. However M-0018 recognized an unacceptable behavior, animosity to an ally.

M-0018 was again confused. The Padawan's blunders, while intolerable, were benign, so it couldn't have been directed towards her knowing their apprentice-master contract. Had it been M-0018? Illogical. M-0018 had acted with proper conduct and gave fair treatment to the Jedi. Perhaps it was standing Jedi orders to operate under comm silence with the Imperials? Unlikely, combat efficiency would be severely hindered. M-0018 couldn't wrap his mind around it. The Jedis served as a constant source of strife.

Padawan Jade waited for the troopers response until Cade showed up and told her to go get her gear. She huffed and turned around leaving the room without another word as she made her way to her room. She didn't like when she was bossed around, but knew that she would have to listen to her masters if she ever wanted to become a Jedi Knight.

When she get to her room she quickly grabbed her brown coat as well as some a few bits of equipment that could be stashed in her belt that had pouches on it. After she made sure she had everything she needed for the excursion she fixed her hair in the mirror before throwing on her hood and headed to the entrance to the base where Cade was waiting. "Well Master, what do you think we will find out there?" She asked her Jedi as she looked out at the surrounding wilderness where they were supposed to explore.

Darth Majies stands within a circle drawn into the ground fixed with many different Sith symbols and markings. The circle is meant to enhance his dark side powers, the power that flows through his veins the blood of a true Sith. Count Vorrik an orange skinned Quarren who is also a student of Majies. The count is dressed in black pants, shirt and belt with a black cape that drapes back and wraps around his frame. His black boots match his black gloved hands that grip the neck of a prisoner.



Vorrik says as he pushes the Jedi padawan out in front of the Dark lord Majies forcing him to kneel. Count Vorrik backs away slowly as Majies slowly gazes towards the downed padawan. The dark lord extents his hand with his clawed fingernails. Suddenly a ghostly chain is sent spearing into the padawans chest, causing him to shriek in agony. Majies slowly pulls and tugs the chain until the padawans ghostly soul is removed from his now limp body. The hollow smoke like ghost chained to the dark lords throne to suffer always.

Cade was meditating when his apprentice approached. Sensing her presence he stood and nodded to her. As she stared into the wilderness Cade was preparing a swoop bike for the two of them. She asked him what he thought was out there and he didn't know what answer to giver her but the truth.

"To be honest Jade i do not know. Most of my incursions have been during campaigns and wars."

Captain Yarrick gazed at the large knight sitting across from him in the Transport shuttle. Even with the Knight armor on he could see the man's massive figure. The captain had seen bigger men, hell he'd killed bigger men, but something about Knight Drazhar made him nervous. It wasn't his personality, Drazhar was actually fairly easy to get along with, it seemed to be blatantly obvious but Yarrick just couldn't point it out.
"It's my willingness to die" Drazhar said, his deep voice calmly echoing through the ship, "That's what's making you uneasy."
"Did the force tell you that" Yarrick said cracking a smile. The knight smiled back, and Yarrick realized he was right."Didn't expect a guy like you to be like this, honestly I was expecting you to be a lot harsher and rough around the edges"
"Just because I exist to serve and die for the emperor doesn't mean I can't make a few friends along the way. No reason to breed contempt with someone that'll be behind me firing a blaster anyways"
"Yeah I guess you're right, they tell you who we'll be fighting out here anyways? They've been keeping me in the dark" Yarrick said, realizing he'd let his curiosity best his judgement.
"I don't know much, either they're keeping both of us in the dark or they don't even know" The knight said, before adding, "I have a feeling they didn't send a decorated vet and a Knight out here for no reason though"


An intercom announcement cut into the conversation "We are beginning our descent, arriving on the outpost in 3 minutes, or 1 if we fail to properly land"
The landing was fairly smooth, and took about three minutes. Captain Yarrick and Knight Drazhar undid their safety belts and stood up. The blast door at the rear of the shuttle depressurized and lowered with a satisfying hydraulic Hssssssssss. As soon as the men stepped onto the landing platform they realized just how beautiful the planet was. A lush forest sprawled in every direction, off in the distance a small mountain range sprouted from the ground, and a river separated part of the dense forest.

"Of course I'd be forced to stay here, place looks like a fooking vacation planet and I'll be organizing guard patrols." Yarrick said disdainfully
"I'm almost ashamed that we will be fighting in such a gorgeous place, but It'd be an honor to die for the Emperor here" Drazhar said before looking down at the Captain. They both began to laugh, and Yarrick realized he no longer felt nervous being near the Knight.

M-0018 went through a mental list of equipment requisitioned for the squad on their upcoming excursion when an Imperial Transport appeared over the treeline. He looked to his squad, the other troopers hadn't expected another guest appearance. One of his squad-mates had laughed and hoped in was some smokes and a some hot Twi'lek ass. Unlikely, the Empire had banned the consumption of sentients' flesh for quite some time. Still the oncoming ship was unexpected, but noting the previous loss of a trooper, reinforcements were welcome.

The transport finally landed, with a hiss the passenger doors opened to reveal an Imperial Knight and Trooper. M-0018 rose to attention and saluted the newcomers finding as one was a Knight and the other, according to his helmet's IFF was, a captain. His squad shortly followed suit. M-0018 couldn't help but feel relief, the lack of actual authority had made his squad lax- not to mention the Jedi-, hopefully the authority of the Knight and the experience of the officer would finally bring much needed order to this outpost.

His squad was restless, a weakness of the mind. He was not. He knew his duty. He fixed his gaze on the officer, patiently expecting new orders.

Captain Yarrick quit laughing and looked down at the troops on the outpost. The troops looked as though they'd done nothing since landing on the planet, come to think of it, if he was their CO and just now arriving they probably haven't been doing anything.
"Meet me in the barracks in half an hour, full field inspection. I don't want to see any of you missing, if you are missing ,there will be severe consequences. If the barracks is out of order when I get there this entire company will be reprimanded, any individual failure will result in company punishment." Yarrick barked. "Unbelievable, just un-f*cking believable"

"The men do not seem to be insubordinate, the time they've had has made them relaxed. They will likely make good troops, once whipped into shape." Drazhar said, moving towards the area he was told would be his room. He would need a few rounds of sparring practice, and some PT.

The long interspace travel has made my muscles soft. He thought to himself. What kind of man can die valiantly with soft muscles. After dropping his belongings off, he immediately made his way to the training simulation room.

Yarrick was impressed by the Trooper's Barracks. Their weapons and armor were all in order, the Barracks was somewhat messy, but he could find no true fault in the Company. While walking along the lines of At-Attention-Troopers he noticed something odd, something very odd. One of the troopers was a clone. He made a note of it, and continued down the line of troopers. "Who has been in charge up to this point" He shouted throughout the Barracks, "Whoever it was, you owe them very much. It seems like they've kept you in line and out of trouble here". After the inspection Yarrick walked back to his office, and began reading the reports of the Company from the past few weeks.

"Well Master, looks like this will be a first for both of us." The young Jedi said with a smile as she got onto her swoop bike. At that moment an Imperial shuttle flew overhead and touched down at the other side of the base where the landing pads were located. "i wonder who just showed up." She wondered to herself before revving up her bike.

"Race you to the treeline Master." Jade told her Jedi Master before blasting off into the high grass that surrounded the base forging a path for the Jedi as she headed for the treeline located a mile and a half away.

Rad'qet rose to his feet after he finished his meditation. He felt his mind resharpen and walked towards the door. It felt as though he had honed his mind, as if it were a blade. Everything felt organized. The feeling would fade as he learned more and as he used his powers, but he relished the feeling as the door slid open.

The Long dark robes Rad'qet wore during meditation dragged against the floor, he pulled them off and threw the robe back inside the meditation chamber. He brought his usual robe over to him using the force, and put it on. The cold of the ship cut at his hands and feet until he donned the robe once again. However as soon as he stepped into the mid-section of the ship his hands and feet rejoiced at the warmth. By keeping his meditation room cold it allowed him to slip into his comatose state easier.

Once he had moved into the navigation room and cockpit he realized they were nearing the moon. He played the holo-message from Majies and felt a null sense of annoyance. Rad'qet had come to the system for the artifact, for HIS artifact. His time was not to be spent playing errand boy for Majies. Rad'qet shook his head, the holocron would be useful on its own, and Rad'qet would be the first to study it.

"Izin, when you are ready I need to talk to you." Rad'qet said, he had no idea if she was awake or not. He sat in the Pilot seat looking over the navigation maps and watching Majies' holo-message once again. Majies could probably kill Rad'qet if they were forced to duel, but Rad'qet knew that would never happen.


Duke Siliscus' looked over the report that the voyaging ship had sent before he lost contact with it. One planet in particular, Mazitec, interested Siliscus. The amount of possible toxins and drugs that could be extracted from the flora along with possible poisonous fauna made Siliscus drool a little. Of course this was all hypothetical, no one had been on the surface of Mazitec yet. For all they knew the atmosphere was full of chemicals that would kill a man in an instant. But that also made Siliscus drool a little.

The Copperhead stopped at the last possible hub Planet before they made their hyperspace jump. He found the merchant of a familiar black market organization and dropped off most of the stolen goods. He bought food and fuel for the journey, along with a few trinkets and a porno holotape. The rest of the credits were wired to "The Grey Boar" shipping Co.

Siliscus thought about leaving the Jawa Boy, Crusty, on the surface, but decided that it would be an injustice to the poor people who inhabited the trade port. Still, the boy should be glad Siliscus didn't beat him to death for exploding the cargo ship. That was, until, Siliscus realized no one would know that it was he who raided the ship. All records had been wiped by the Tech-head before leaving, and all the witnesses and been sent to deep space. It was good that they probably wouldn't be tracked, he didn't want anyone knowing about his soon to be gold mine.

Izin had studied almost every word, every phrase, and had her own notebook to write down her own thoughts about what her master had given her. Unfortunately, she had fallen asleep whilst writing, and jolted awake once Rad'qet's words reached her ears. She was lucky she had fallen asleep in the corner of her room, otherwise she would have fallen off of her bed. Her notes were still in her hands as she quickly surveyed the area, and slowly put them down. "Yes Master!" She called back to the other person on the ship, and made her way to his location. He wouldn't have called her if he was in his meditation room, so the cockpit seemed to be the only logical choice.

Making her way to her master, she stood before the man and bowed, staying quiet and waiting for her orders.

Rad'qet didn't even look up from the holo-message, it was the fourth time he'd watched it.
"The ruins on the moon... they are... they're submerged. The holocron is within a temple, and the temple is three kilometers under water" Rad'qet said, a visible look of stress appeared on his face for a moment. Yet in one moment it disappeared, and Rad'qet looked up at the girl.

"I don't know if we'll be able to make it that deep, even using the force. I've done the calculations and the water pressure at that depth would be close to 2000kg/4300lbs a square inch." Rad'qet put a hand to his temple and closed his eyes. His breathing flattened out and he waited for a moment.

"The slightest break in concentration at that depth would be deadly. There is no way we can both go. I haven't a clue how we're going to retrieve this damn holocron."

The new captain had finished inspection and withdrew to his office to undoubtedly look over mission details and prepare a company punishment for the abhorrent mess the barracks was in. 2 cots were out of regulation by 1 whole inch in their creases, a trooper had left his locker unlocked and worst of all a layer of dust a settled on a shelf. Unacceptable. The squad had dispersed taking the Captain's leave as a break of attention. Typically M-0018 would have kept position until ordered but he felt it mission imperative that in the absence of an NCO and the condition of his squad that the status of the outpost be discussed with the Captain.

He kept form as he marched to the officer door, gave the expected 2 knocks and monotoned, "M-0018 requesting permission to enter. This unit deems it necessary that the Captain be kept up to date on outpost logs and previous recon outcomes."



The trip to the one of the Good Captain's fences was a harrowing one. The captain looked like he was ready to vent her out the airlocks! Yeesh, it was just a little explosion and murder of civillians. Still she felt awful guilty for it, she avoided him during the venture and even kept her ordinance "maintenance" to a minimum. When they reached planetside she feared history would repeat itself when the Captain told her to count the number of smugglers present in a nearby bar. Luckily he returned with a big ol' grin from his fence. Must have been big.

*GASP* Maybe he bought her that thermite purifier!
...
...
Nope, just a more of his "Special Time" books.

Still she spoke, "So...uh... captain, now that we're done with the thing. Whats next? Exploiting natives? Raping of the earth? Widescale genocide? Hit job? Or... or... I got it! Planting live mines on a pre-industrial planet for laughs!?

She looked up expectantly, the Captain always had the best ways to spend a weekend.

"Well, only one of us should go." Izin stated. She believed it was rather obvious it was either one or none, but she felt the need to say it anyway.

"But, which one of us should go?" She asked rhetorically, tapping her chin in thought and looking up at the ceiling. She could go, being younger, having a large amount of potential, and being more expendable than her master.. On the other hand, her master could go, who had much more focus and experience than she did. If something did happen to Rad'qet, though, his mind will be lost and he will become one with the force. It wasn't as common for a Sith to become a Sith ghost, and while she certainly didn't think that her master would be unable to achieve such a feat, it was rather unlikely.

After a moment of silence, the Twi'lek woman looked at her master seriously and nodded slightly. "I believe I should be the one to go." She told him. "You have more value and knowledge than I do, and we can't risk losing what you've learned. I know what you've taught me, and little else. I might not have as much skill as you, but you wouldn't have taken me from Ryloth if you didn't think I had potential."