Jason Erthos, Commander Hammer, and Captain Erin-Aboard the Resurgence
As the leaders of the various ships spoke with their crews and delegated who would go to what place on what missions, Jason sat in one of the officer's lounges with Commander Hammer, the Clone, no, man who lead the Clones of the 302nd Clone Legion and Captain Erin Gor'shan, the single fiercest woman he'd ever met in his long career in the military. The lounges were usually open to everyone in the crew, making them more crew lounges than officer, but this particular one was just for the three of them today. On the table between them sat a game of three way Pazaak and at the moment, the Supreme Commander found himself loosing to Erin. "Seems I can't catch a break today. I fold." Hammer grumbled before folding as well, leading to the Captain collecting a nice sized pile of credits.
"Appreciate the extra money, boys, but I don't think Pazaak is the reason we're here." Jason picked up his cards as Hammer started dealing again and nodded.
"You'd be right, Captain. As you're aware, I've offered to lead the way to Alderaan to meet with House Organa and attempt to recruit them as allies. The
Second Chance has volunteered to be transport for the endeavor, and I've agreed so long as they don't object to me bringing along the Scorch Guard." Erin shakes her head.
"I dunno, Sir. That one member of their crew seemed a little TOO eager from what Strafe said." Jason made a mental note to remind the clones who run interference during the delegation meetings that talking about it BEFORE an official report was put out needed to stop, but he nodded.
"He was, but his heart was mostly in the right place. Captain, I called you here to give you your official assignment and you aren't going to like it. Commander?" As Hammer faced Erin with a grin, the woman groaned.
"Oh hell no! It better not be a trip t-" Hammer cut her off.
"You'll be joining the Glasgow along with your fireteam to Coruscant to find out what's what and who's who. Anubis is likely already focusing the bulk of his religion there and I want you and your team to find out where exactly that power base is meeting, along with further objectives you'll find on your mission briefing on your datapad."
"Och, I should have known, what with you buttering me up with a few rounds of Pazaak first. Alright, so I'm going, can't argue that. Does the ship already have our dossiers?" Jason nods as he stands the Hammer hands everyone back their decks.
"Sent them ahead some time ago, we already have the green light to send you over when we're ready. Think you all can stay undercover?"
Erin nods, though her face is grim. "Aye, though we'll still be rigging distractions if any of the groups cover gets blown. Better to be prepared than not." Nodding, the trio heads for the door. "So lads, same time next week?" Laughing, the three exit the lounge and head down the hall.
"We'll see if we're all still alive in a week, Captain. May the Force be with you." The captain gave a salute as they walked.
"And you, Supreme Commander."
Jerus Je'and-Prepping for a Hunt
Jerus ran the preflight check on the
Shadowed Hand for what had to have been the hundredth or two hundredth time in the hangar, the
Inquistor-Class fighter humming like the day he had last started it, at least two years prior. He and Samus had spent much of the last four days, when they weren't busy with their own projects, practicing her ability to address a Hutt without ending up either a snack for it's rancor or smeared on the ground outside their compound by a turbolaser turret. The bounty hunter was prideful, which was well earned based on what he'd seen aboard the Imperial ship, but the two of them were unknown here, no name and no reputation.
Finally convinced he couldn't wait any longer, he headed out of the hangar and off to find the orange armored hunter. Asking around got him pointed in the right direction quickly and before long, he was standing at the same table as Samus and the alien from aboard the
Aegis. "Well, not much reason to delay much longer. We should head out, unless your ship master needs Samus for something?"
Bail Organa sat in the dining hall alone, swirling a glass of red wine absentmindedly in his hand as outside the room, the House of Organa, stalwart supporters of the Republic and democracy. Of course, in the short couple of days it had been, the head of House Organa had watched democracy fall and the Republic crumble and be replaced with an Empire. The only good news, as he'd stumbled upon the slaughter of the Jedi as well, was that Master Yoda had found Anakin, who had recalled the entirety of the 501st to his location and were now enroute to the planet with the clones in tow.
He could hardly believe that anything else of insane measure would happen, but then, as he took a small swig of the wine, he knew the Force worked in mysterious ways.
Planet Dxun-Clan Ordo encampment
"Again!" The two Mandalorian warriors, clad in little more than their everyday clothes, squared off again before launching themselves at each other, blows raining down in an effort to try and find openings and exploit them. The Clan Chief, Temari Ordo, watched from nearby as numerous other warriors, of varying ages but all experienced fighters. Death Watch, the dishonorable rats lead by Clan Saxon, had tried numerous times to recruit them, but had failed each time.
Now, this Galactic Empire scoured the stars for pockets of resistance and rebellion, quelling them before they can grow and Temari despised it. There was no glory to be had in hunting those weaker than you, but then she was considered old fashioned by the standards of the likes of Clan Saxon and Clan Fett. It didn't matter though, as it would be her Basilisks and warriors to retake their home from the Empire, not those of the traitorous Saxon.
