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Jonathan walked the corridors of the cruiser, rubbing a welt on his arm that was hidden beneath the sleeve of his uniform. That Tracy girl certainly hits harder than I expected, thought the bruised man. He remembered an angry grunt, and then flying through the air some ten feet or maybe more. Even after being led to his own quarters, dropping his luggage and making his way to the hangar, his arm still throbbed with dull pain. Now the Major's warning makes some sense. The hangar doors opened, revealing a massive room with assorted mechanical arms hanging from the ceiling and coming up from the floor. Resting among them were several sleek look

The shuttle's hold was cramped as the Jensaarai sat at the end of the hold with the Galactic Alliance Special Forces sat in seats astride the hold.  It would have felt spacious if not for the six speeder bikes of different models sitting in two rows of three in the center.  The Alliance forces wore a fairly thin set of personal armor so as to be able to conceal it under robes or long coats.  Iunha's now donned her own armor save for the mask, and wore a brown set of robes over it while her apprentice donned a long coat similar to several of the troopers. According to the briefing, the planet they were heading to was a long abandoned urban wo

"Well, that was embarrassing," commented Oostfen as he stepped out of the interrogation room.  "But thankfully there was ample evidence proving we were chasing something." Renj stood up from a chair across the hall, gesturing with his cuffed hands, "so does that mean we are free to go then?" A Republic Navy officer stepped out behind the Twi'lek, commanding the officers keeping watch, "they are free to go." One of the guards pulled out a remote, and with a short sequence of beeps, the cuffs clicked open, releasing the remaining suspects.  Uthierav opened her eyes as she left her meditative state and stood.  The guard nearest her looked rel

Looking out the transparisteel canopy of his Rendili Core Engineering Inwati Mk.IV, a pale blue Twi'lek shifted the HUD Monocle over his right eye as his ship approached the Coruscant checkpoint.  He used to be a high risk smuggler of goods.  After upgrading his ship's hyperdrive to a class-half drive though, he took up the business of express deliveries of freight and passengers, he could charge the same as he had done before at only a fraction of the risk. He looked back at his human male copilot, the young man had only recently reached the age they considered adulthood, and the man's father retired himself from that seat and entrusted it

Ren’Vhan watched from the hangar bay while the Violet Ray aligned itself within the launch strip as the Dorsal Bay Doors opened above it.  The blast marks on its hull were superficial, it was the Mandalorian’s suggestion to make it seem as though the ship had been attacked recently and that the captain and co-pilot had been killed during the escape from a pirate capital ship.  They delayed their schedule by roughly half an hour to make it more believable.  They’d arrive in Fel territory with their shipment of contraband, get their credits and immediately return to Argunah and arrange a deal for the Admiral. Most were even w

A grey haired human man stared at the viewscreen, an Asteroid Belt sat just beyond the wall of darkness that lay outside the transparisteel view port to the side of the room. The double blindness of the hibridium cloaking device limited its active combat applications... but the tethered holocams allowed them to retain function in the observational phases of an operation... so long as you could adequately disguise the camera poking out of the cloaking field. A small clutch starfighter came in from the edge of the view screen... another security patrol no doubt. The tri-winged TIE would have been an odd sight back during the war... but it's be

540,000 years ago, the Caelestine were once mere humans, toiling under the tyranny of a malevolent demigod, Tenabres... serving as mere slaves to his favored race, a combative race of humanoid lizards.  The ancient Caelestine were a broken people, lacking a will to fight, only having will enough to struggle to survive off the meager scraps allowed them by their brutish masters and Demigod they worshipped.  A mysterious woman wandered into one of their shanty towns one day.  Though her appearance far too clean to be counted among the slaves, but also clearly human in appearance.  She was known simply as the traveler in the hills.  Her eyes emp