Star wars, Beyond the saga (Still accepting)

A Long Time Ago
, In A Galaxy, Far Far Away


The galaxy is at peace, as the never ending conflict between the Galactic Republic, and the Sith empire comes to a close. Both sides of this war, which has lasted millions of years, agree to a treaty. A peaceful coexistence was created. Planet's belonging to them, only by choice. Not by force. Jedi continue to be guardians of the galaxy, while the sith keep to them selves. Staying in their respective planets. Scarcely communicating with the republic. Only a few Sith venture out to continue relations with the rest of the galaxy.

To continue a beneficial peace, both Jedi, and Sith agree to re continue a peace they had not shared since the order of the grey. Allowing each other to once again study under each others respectful teachings. This even goes as far, as Jedi consular Aron Mead transferring to the Sith home world of Koriban. The Sith continue to grow as they open up more to the republic. Creating their own Embassy on Corasuant.

But all is not well forever. The peace has slowly struggled, as suspicions flow. Only fueled as Jedi consular Aron Mead died mysteriously. Causing much tension between the Jedi, and the Sith. Emporer Prothero send's hisown student, Conner, and his brother Conal on to a diplomatic mission. Where they are to meet a new Jedi consular, D'ras Var. On Tarsonis VIII, the Republic flag ship. Hovering over the planet, of Dantooine. Guarded by fellow dark Jedi, the two sith lords eagerly, await their audience with the young Consular. Conner eager to bring peace back between them and the Jedi. Conal included...

Or is he?....


OOC:For you traditionalists out there. Enjoy the start of our role play with this famous tune.)
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Conner stared into the glass. Watching as Tarsonis hover's into view of his brothers ship. "-Weeeeh-It is a big one." He said, after a long whistle. "But, the emperor's ship is still bigger then anything else out there." Conal then step's into view. Adorned in his black robes. Walking up to the glass, he stares at the ship. "Nothing has, or ever will be as grand as the death star was. Before the rebels blew it up a thousand years ago." He told his brother, not at all impressed at the republic ship. "We can tear right through that with our armadas, and many more along with it. But still, we play peace keepers." Conal turned to his brother. A serious look on his face. "You don't have to come." He said, placing his hand on his brothers shoulder.

"And let you get all the credit? I don't think so. Besides... Your my brother. I cant let you do this alone... What if they have a trap waiting..."

Conal lowered his head a bit, with A discouraging face. "They wont do that. But thank you for your concern brother. I assure you. You shouldn't worry for me. Come on now, we have a meeting to go through."

The two brother's then make their way to the docking bay. Their guards at their side. As they entered the ship. They were escorted by Republic troopers into a large room, with men and women sitting around a round, large table. "I am Lord Conal Kendrin, it is a pleasure to meet you all." He said to the men and women. They were all republic representatives. All important, to their home worlds. All diplomat's, who represented their leaders, and peoples best interests. "Where is the Jedi?" He asked as he sat down in his own chair. Conner did as he was told to do, stand, listen, stay out of it. "He will be joining us soon enough." A female twilek answered. "I see, well then..." He then looked up to his personnel guard, and assassin. "We will have to make do with all of you." He said. Conner was utterly surprised. Just before... His brother was so plight, and he felt Conal actually was for peace. But, now he sees it.. The treachery hie would never have believed unless he seen it for himself.

The Sith assasin's began to kill all in the room. The troopers, the diplomats. Not a soul left alive. "Brother! What are you doing!" Conner shouted. "I told you, you didnt have to come." Conal then gave him a sinister smile. Once troopers entered the room, he quickly switched his tone and face, to that of fear. The manipulating bastard pointed to Conner. Shouting out, "He.. He killed them all!"

Conner had no idea what to do. And made the foolish choice, he ran. The troopers chasing after him, guns blazing. More guards join the chase, as droids attempt to block his path. Turning on his saber, he strikes down the droids. And throws his saber towards the guards, slicing through them all before returning into his hand.

He fought his way through the ship, reaching the escape pods. But, before he can escape, his brother appears, slicing at him with both his blades. "Conner.." He said, as Conner narrowly dodged his brothers blow. "In order for my plans to work, you need to die." He said, as Conner stood back onto his feet. Conner, still confused drew his blade. He swept his blade towards Conal's feet. As Conal jumped over his brother, kicking him in the back as he landed. Conner falls to the ground, with a thud. "Weak as always." Conal said, as he walked over to his brother. Placing his boot on his back. "I guess I just killed the man who murdered all those poor people up stairs." Before Conal can stab into Conner. Conner threw his brother against the wall with rage, using the force. He then sliced his blade across Conal's face. Nicking it, with a horrible gash. As Conal screamed in pain. Conner ran into the escape pod, and launched it. Hanging on tightly as the pod plumitted into the atmosphere of Dantooing.

Josh sat alone within a Room in the Jedi Temple on Dantooine. He moved a loch of hair from his pale face. He was kneeling down his aber on his hip,his eyes closed. He opened them after a few minutes of utter slience and calm. He slowly stood and as he did he Flex his right hand and the Cybernetics moved seemlessly to that of an organic one.

He had Sensed a disturbance within the Force. His blue eyes that had once been a violent yellow only a few years ago scanned the sinple training room. The windows were open and a calm breeze blew into the simple stone walled and floored room. His robe blew open alittle revealing the Beskar Armor under it but the Knight robe covered it like an over sized cape almost. The Black and Crimson armor under his robe was recently repaired since his last mission and as the last standing member of his family he was Charged by Tradition to wear this sacred peice of armor. He was of Mandalorian Birth but taken long ago to become one of the best Warriors in the Galaxy... A Jedi.

Josh looked out into the lust green feilds of Dantooine. He was half expecting a Padawan to wander in and seek advice from the seasoned Knight to figure out one of his Old Master's Riddles or Questions. He missed his old Master but after he attained the Rank of Knight after a long Road of punishment and earning his place back within the Order after his Foolish Mistake. He sighed deeply as he touched the brutal looking Cybernetic arm and he knew the pain ran much deeper then flesh and bone.

A ship exited from hyperspace with a familiar shudder. D'res var's stumach gave a predicted jolt as it did every time a ship exited hyperspace. In his youth he had suffered from horrible space sickness when flying however he had over come that sensation through his training, and now it only left him with a bad taste in his mouth. He turned to his young padawan lightly pointing out the ship.

"Did you know that there was once a ship nine times the size of the death star. Compared to what we use today it was over kill but the Intimidator was called a 'super star destroyer' It would have been large enough to fit that thing in it's hanger." He said giving her another brief history lesson. "It was destroyed in a super nova it caused. A lesson in humility for all who know of it."

He paused for a moment looking at the ship an odd sensation creeping through his spine. Surprise and then silence. He stopped his ship the small cruiser wouldn't have stood a chance against anything those two ships had on them. He looked and watched for a moment looking out through the view on deck.

Meeting with two sith lords was not exactly a day he would have called fun, but it had been the man who trained him that had died, and with a sick twist of fate his promotion to the council had been caused by his former mentor and friends death. With a card like that how could he not have been flagged for the signing of this treaty. even so he could feel the disturbance, the ships sensors picking up the small escape pod. "Elaine? What do you sense from that pod?" He said checking for himself a sense of panic and fear, he still had his padawan double check half to test her skills with divination through the force, and partly because he wanted more time to think on a plan.

Lisa Jones had woke up with thoughts on her mind that was disturbing her greatly. She had lost her master and so far she had not found one with out a padewan. She was worried she was not going to contuie her training. She then heard about a Jedi knight that might teach her a thing or too. Would he teach her more ways of the force or turn her down. She quickly got ready and while she did so she felt something different in the force.

She stepped outside of her small hut on Dantooine. She closed her eyes for a minute feeling the force and she shivered from the disturbance she felt. She then walked to the temple and when she walked in she saw Josh. She pulled a strand of black hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. she slowly made her way closer to him.

Two hundred meters. A pretty easy shot. Titus pulled the binoculars away from his helmet. The man in the red painted scouttrooper armor had waited long enough. He had been hiding out in an empty crate for long enough. Now was the time to take the shot. Quietly, Titus brought his sniper rifle to the ready. The target was just about done with his business. The target: a Rodian named Ido. Wanted dead. Twelve thousand credits. Too easy to pass up. Titus looked through his scope. He was surprised he would be the first to take this fool out. He was just some scum someone wanted dead. There were no body guards and no security of any kind. The credits were good though. Ido was apparently a swindler, which was becoming apparent as Titus watched the Rodian work. Cheating people out of their hard earned credits was an easy way to get a bounty hunter to deliver a death sentence. Ido began to walk away from the ship he had more than likely just stolen from under the nose of the unsuspecting customer. Poor bastard. At least the credits would be back to him easily. Titus had the shot, and pulled the trigger. A blast sounded, and Ido dropped. The few people at the secluded hangar scattered. In that moment, Titus stood up and ran out of the crate. He rushed to the body and searched it for something to positively ID the bastard. When he found the ship license, he was pleased. Titus bolted before any police or security could show up. Titus ran through the streets and into a back alley to disappear. The alley was disgusting, and reeked of garbage. After taking the time to pull garbage away from his speeder, Titus mounted his rifle and took off. He blended in with the rest of the speeders. Now it was time to call in the bounty, and get a nice drink at his favorite bar to celebrate. It didn't take long before he pulled up to the bar. He parked his speeder, and locked it up. For safe measure, he rigged it to self destruct in case of any poor bastard wanting to steal it. Titus removed the helmet and looked upon Dantooine with uncovered eyes. What a planet. He took the communicator off his belt and called up his contact.
"Titus Rond?" came a muffled voice from the communicator.
"Right here. Ido is dead," he said. Titus was very short, sweet, and to the point about his work.
"Good. Good! And the proof?" the voice asked. Titus, who was actually on video with this unknown person, held up the lisence. The voice cackled. "I hope he died like a coward,"
"He never heard the shot," Titus retorted. "I trust the payment will be delivered by tonight?" he asked
"Of course. Send me the information," the voice said happily. Titus typed in the information of where to send his credits."Thank you Titus. You helped a lot of people. Over and out," the voice said. Did he say that to make Titus feel better? No need. It was just work. The bounty hunter put his communicator back on his belt, took a deep breath, and walked into the bar.

The cruiser emerged from hyperspace, revealing the republic flag ship, Tarsonis VIII into view. What a large ship. She thought to herself. There was a sith ship hovering not far from it. Elaine could not help but notice his master's face turning sheepish. It seems that space sickness hasn't gone completely from him. Master D'ras Var turned to his young padawan, giving her a brief history lesson about the super-weapon called Super Star Destroyer. "Thank you for your wisdom master, I didn't know that. I thought the death star was the pinnacle of Sith's weapon of mass destruction." She paused before continuing. "To think that something more dangerous than the death star existed.. it made me feel how fragile this universe is."

She watched as her master stopped the ship's thrusters, the two black orbs in his eyes staring at the two ships hovering not so far from each other. Then, she began to feel it too, a slight disturbance in the force. "Master! Do you feel it too? Shouldn't we investigate on what's going on?" She said, feeling worried for the republic diplomats aboard.

Moments later, the ship scanner detected an escape pod just ejected from the republic flag ship. "Elaine, what do you sense from that pod?" Her master asked her. She focused her heart and mind, feeling the fabrics of the force around her. "A force user master.. and an expert at that." She replied, waiting for her master to come up with a decision.

Casriel walked slowly down the hallway in the ship his head held low the stolen clothes feeling awkward and constricting on his body. He had his orders and he would follow them out as best he could but he hated how he had to lower himself to playing the part of a simple servant on a jedi ship. He stopped himself as he lifted his head feeling the power he would always recognize as his master upon the ship he allowed a small smile to creep it's way onto his face. He knew that this next part would be one he would enjoy thoroughly and would likely dream about for the next few nights. He made his way quickly down the hall and slipped into a room he heard the door slide shut and was about to began the next step when he noticed another being in the room.

His eyes quickly moved to the small Bith that stood in the room who had not yet noticed him. As he watched the small being turn around he quickly used his fine tuned control of the force to collapse it's throat keeping it alive but cutting off it's ability to make any sort of noise. He held the Bith against a wall waiting for the proper moment to end his puny life. Casriel felt his blood began to boil at the thought of the ripple in the force he knew would soon come over him. As soon as he felt the disturbance in the force he had been waiting for signifying the next step he quickly snuffed out the little bith's life dropping the body to lay limp on the ground. He stood motionless his eyes gazing absently at the corpse as he reached out with the force to his master and his young brother "watching" their actions. As soon as he felt his masters brothers movement off of the ship he snapped back to the present and took a shallow breath preparing for the next part. He slowly walked out of the room he had been waiting in and made his way towards the ships control room his pace steady as if nothing was wrong and he was almost just taking a leisurely stroll.

Josh looked down a hallway and he saw one of the Padawans walking towards him. He turned his back and crossed his arms behind his back and he closed his eyes and he reached out using the Force to see what the cause of the shiver within the Force could of been. He searched deep and into the many lives on the Ships in orbit of the Planet trying to find it.

He heard the Padawan's footsteps enter the circular room he was in. He opened his eyes and he let out a breath he was holding in and he looked out the large window infront of him towards the green feilds where the farmers grew their crops. He was not ment for a life of peace. He was a Warrior at heart. His birthing as a Mandalorian and his orphanage and him being brought into the Order was sudden but in his Heart his passion for War was not a Jedi feeling... it was a Mandalorian desire. His passion made him a great practicer of Juyo but its Passion driven attacks lead him within the Dark side once before. He breathed in deeply smelling the sweet air of the spring time of this planet. He was used to living in Combatzones and Battle Grounds fighting Pirates and Rouge Sith Lords and Fallen Jedi.

He looked to his Cybernetic arm and the thought of his past Sins he knew also considering his once fall into the Dark side had cost him his Arm and two people their lives. He knew no matter how much Good he did for the Order he would Always be a Jedi Knight. Never would he be able to become a Master. He turned finally to look to the Padawan whom had entered the room now "Good Afternoon Padawan." He said noting her robes before his blue eyes landed onto her face she could clearly see the dull tinting of old yellow in his left eye as he did so.

D'res listened to his padawan giving a small smile. There was much in her words that he wanted to play with but he decided instead on making his padawan think about her words. "I never said the sith built the intimidator." He said with a soft voice almost absentmindedly as he looked over the controls. Hopefully his words would spark some thought in her young mind, but he had other pressing matters then directing his padawan's meditations with what he had just felt he was almost sure that the Tarsonis VIII was out of bounds.

If that was correct he had too assume that the ship would act hostile too them in which case he needed a way to get both him and his padawan to safety. There was also the question as too why a force user would be in an escape pod and why the ship wouldn't simply blast it too oblivion. None of the situations are what he liked, but he decided on a route with the most likely chance for survival. He started to type down automated commands into the ship, working on an easy solution for it's computers to handle giving it a course and then he stood up. "Right too the escape pods." As he spoke the ship gave a slight shudder as it's engines started to pick up speed.

The orders were simple the ship would make a speeding dash towards the planet, stopping in orbit, where all of it's scrap parts and escape pods (7 total this was a cruiser after all) would eject where they would fall to the planet below. it had emergency orders to eject them if it detected any fire from the ships in the same way. In this way he wasn't just counting on the larger ship firing on the cruiser he was counting on it, the two of them would be lost in the debris field and difficult to pick up on. there higher speed also gave the pods more reaction time as their weapons would have to adjust. However with their weapons being some of the most advanced in the fleet he didn't think that would be long.

He practically pushed His padawan out of her chair as she shoed her towards the escape pod they would share. "This would be part of today's lesson... how to explain the loss of a cruiser to the jedi council... This is a life skill you will learn to appreciate when you are my age."

"I never said the sith built the intimidator." Master Var said nonchalantly. She could feel that he was holding back on his lectures. He had more pressing concerns to attend to. She put a deep thought on his comment, but was soon disrupted when the scanner detected an escape pod ejected from Tarsonis VIII. She decided that she will look into the intimidator in the jedi archives once she had a chance to do so.

She watched her master, awaiting his command. She didn't know why his master looked disturbed. Padawans are always briefed on a need-to-know basis. She only knew that there was a meeting between the sith, the republic representatives and the Jedi. She and her master would be the ones who represent the Jedi interest. Things spark into action when her master suddenly input a command into the navicomputer and urged her to get into the escape pods.

Before she even reacted, her master pushed her out of her chair. Together, they ran towards the escape pod. Once they were secured in the seats, her master gave her her today's lesson. She listened intently to his every words before replying, "Should we go now?" her hand readying to press the launch button.

Lisa smiled at him but just as she did so she shivered she did not know why but something was making her very uneasy. She did not like living at the temple and seeing all the other Padawons with her masters so she was known to skip lessons from time to time and just wounder around. today was different today she needed a master and soon even if it was just some Jedi Knight. she could not break that feeling in the force and knew she be an easy target if she did not get help soon.

She looked at his eyes and saw in his left eye a tinting of yellow. She even looked him over and knew something bad happened to him to cost him to lose an arm. She took a bow and said "good afternoon Jedi Knight ". she took a pause trying to clam her nervous down before she added "something in the force bothers me and scares me Jedi Knight".

Josh raised his eyebrow and he slowly walked towards her and he seemed to look in the distance beyond the room beyond the Temple even "Some bothers me aswell Padawan." His robes blew alittle so she could look past his Knight robes and see his Mandalorian Beskar armor under it. The Grey and black primary tones of the Armor and she could faintly see gold on his shoulders but his robe covered the most of it.

He looked at her senseing her emotions "Something troubles you padawan more then this disturbance." He walked around her now his arms resting behind the small of his back. He seemed like an Officer inspecting a Soldier almost. "I sense... Fear... uncertaincy.....Doubt.... " He walked infront of her now and his multi colored eyes rested on hers now "Not everyone come to seek out Joshua valka Jakkel unless they are in a dire means for knowledge or something is hunting them. Now you don't seem like the kinda Padawan who goes out to the local Bars and messes with the Locals so What can I offer you then?" He tilts his head as he asks her the question his eyes never leaving hers.

Lisa nodded and listend to what he had to say. she watched his every move as well studied him. She watched him walk around her and she felt like she was a meat that was on expection she hoped she would pass . She then answered his question " yes its the fear of not knowing what is causing the disturbance and finding out what it is when one is not ready". she hoped that would please him much and help her with her training.

She nodded her head and said "not seen in the local bars much do not like how fights start so easily i prefer sitting at home with a good book and a nice drink in my hands". she then took a deep breath and said "Sir Knight what i hope you can offer me is more training in the ways of the Jedi so that when trouble comes rolling our way i can survive it";.

Kfoooom... The atmoshpere range out a whining explosion, as he hit through it, and hurdled down below. Conner hung on tightly, confused at what had just transpired. His brother just killed an entire group of diplomats, blamed it on him, and is currently doing god knows what else on that ship. "Dam..." He said as he looked at the floor. "How could I not see this?..." He had no windows to look out to. Windows are structural weaknesses for such small pods. And were no longer used. So he had no idea where he was landing, if he was landing at all! For all he knew he could be drifting off into the unknown. Lost in space. But, his question soon had answer's. As another boom scrapped against the pod. As it reached mock 1, and crashed into the cold earthy dirt of Dantooing... He slowly crawled out. Crawling to a nearby tree. As his head rang like crazy. He soon drifted into a deep sleep... His body resting, and healing.


Conal looked at the blood on his hands. Then, to the reflection of metal on the ship. It wasnt a very good one, but he can see enough to know he did not want to look any further. Seeing the burnt, scar across his once beautiful face. With a deep breath, concealing his incredible hatred towards his brother right now. He began to telepathically communicate with Casriel. 'Finish your mission quickly. We must not linger too long. Once this ship is sabotaged, get to my cruiser. I would rather not leave one of my greatest assets behind in an exploding vessel... Make sure to leave some survivors, we need the republics outrage.' He then began to walk up, and deeper into the vessel. A few minutes later, reaching his cruiser. The crew was in panick, as the Sith he left behind were left to wreak havoc. To die, and kill under the guise that they were commanded by Conner. All fools, manipulated into a foolish sacrifice. Explosions can be heard out in space. As those very sith took control of the command center. And started firing onto the other cruiser. Which, by Conals senses had two smart jedi, whom already fled to the planets surface. "Are you hurt lord Conal?" A trooper asked as his squad came to his aid. Conals hand still grasping onto his burnt face. "Nothing I cant live with. Come, we must evacuate the ship." The troopers looked towards the other men. Marching down the halls to attack the sith ' 'traitors' ' . "But sir.. With all due respect we must take back-" "Then die, and not take my kind offer." He then began to walk towards the dock where his cruiser was held. "Wait, well come." Their leader said, as they hurried to follow him aboard. As part of the very few survivors that there will be. Cowards, such coward conal thought. But, he needed to keep under his lie, just long enough for his plans to come into fruition.


Diana sighed as she looked around the bustling bar. A haven for delinquents, wannabe gangsters, bounty hunters, and swindlers. She couldn't understand it but her father seemed to have made a place where all the slime of dantooing wants to come by and have a drink. And, she hated how they all looked at her. Almost all any way. She has been hit on a few times, but always turned them down in her shy, sensitive way. But, she seemed so weak that, a few times a man would try and have their way with her. But, she can always count on him... The only person she doesn't mind looking at her.

She looked around, at the band playing old classics in the corner. The dirty, stained walls. The rust floor. The rusty counters. It was a pit, no matter how hard she tried. But, she at least made a decent living. Knowing that if she had to, she can thrive off this bar. Her bored expression soon turned into a bright smile, as she sees who walks in from the door. "Titus!" She proclaims, as she hurriedly get's a glass. "What would you like to drink?... I mean.. How was your day Titus?" She fumbled with her words. As she filled the glass with ice, and awaited his answer. Of course she was happy to see him. He was her only friend in this whole pit of a backwater town. The only things good about it, was Titus, and the jedi temple off the coast of this town. The threat of jedi keeping most slime and villainy in check.

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Var gave a signal too wait. Not telling her why as the air became more and more intense between them. If she moved before their cruiser was shot at then not all pods would eject on time, and they would be shot out of the sky before they made it to the planet. He didn't have to wait for long as a few seconds later the pod gave a heavy shudder as it launched into space the windows showing the ship a moment later being destroyed by enemy fire as they were hidden in the debris field. "Now even if they wanted too fire at us, and knew which one we were in, the reckage of our ship means they can't." there was a slight brag to his voice as if he was boasting superiority over the enemy.

Unfortinatly as the pod got caught in the planets gravitational pull his face pailed his dark eyes actually closing though nautolans rarely had need of their eye lids they did poses them, and Var's eyes were sealed shut for the moment. When the ship gave another shudder the jedi master breathed lightly suppressing the illness he was feeling. Though he was failing on that front his body still went through the meditations as the pod started to fall from space. "Unfortinately my briliance does not save us from the fact that Re entry without a ship... is a bitch." He swallowed back the bile he was fighting. He knew he was giving his padawan a poor example.

"I'll try... not to aim in your direction." He said giving a weak smile towards his padawan.

Titus smiled and walked right up to the barstool in front of Diana and took a seat. "Hello again Diana," he said and laughed at her question and fumbling with words. "I'll have some brandy if you have that. If not, give me whatever Twi'lek drink you think looks good," he said. "Oh, and to answer your question about my day: It wasn't bad. Collected a bounty, so I figured I would celebrate a little bit.". Titus looked around the bar. For the most part, it seemed like the usual crowd. "No one giving you trouble today I hope," he said and looked at her. Damn she was beautiful. "Especially the military boys. Back when I was a stormtrooper, all they would talk about on shore-leave was how beautiful Twi'lek women were. I was one of them," he said with a wink. Titus loved to tease Diana too, and how could he not? She was the sweetest woman on the planet, and always blushed when complimented, even for the bad ones. "If you need any help just let me know. I love kicking drunk perverts and other bounty hunters out of here," he said and placed the credits on the table. No matter what the drink, he always tipped her well, since she was probably the closest person to him on the planet.

"E.T.A. ten mics." A light, very excited sounding voice said over the com. The voice belonged to Zacharia Balvor, but he preferred to be called 'Zeek'. "Affirmitive. Zeek, bring up the ship schematics on my hud. Highlight my point of entry."

Inside Eshin's helmet, the hud flashed and up came the ships hull schematic. It was an Imperial freighter, an older design but still capable if maintained properly. He had to hand it to the imperials, if they knew how to build anything, it was a ship. But they always made them with at least one fatal flaw that made exploiting them very easy. The screen flashed, a green light blinking repeatedly on a spot on the outer hull. "Got it. That's the point. Latching on and cutting in won't be easy. But they aren't going to be looking for someone cutting into the ship. They're sensors will think it's debris."

"Good. I'll take care of the rest. The Ion bomb is already armed. Once the switch goes, I'll have five minutes at the most before it's..."

"Boom...one fried ship engine and a disabled ship."

The Imperials had an illegal smuggling operation going on, one that involved the planet Dantooine. The planet wasn't of much importance, but it was a middle ground: a stopping point. His purpose with the ship was to infiltrate, hack any relevent information, and disable the ship. Eliminate any resisitance. Should be cake.

Eshin closed his eyes and focused. His abilities, as well as those of all of Echo Units', were none too similar to Jedi, except in one regard: They focused on concealment and detection. He could hide himself from force users, masking himself with the environment as well as being able to sense the life around him. It was just like his unit was named after: an echo in the force. Eshin concealed himself in his focused state, scanning the ship. One force user. 'And right near the console I need to get to, wouldn't you know it?' "Eshin, You're right on top of it, E.T.A. thirty seconds." And Eshin became a shadow to the ship...

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It took less then a minute to breach the hull, the small, one man ship he was issued by the client had already burned up. Standard strategy: make the enemy believe the anomaly was a small astroid, and only caused miniscule damage to the hull. Eshin moved silently, short vibro blade drawn and held backhanded, at the ready. He weaved around corners, using the ships rooms and dimly lit corners to keep from being noticed. He kept a small schematic of the ship on the hud of his helmet, showing him his exact location. Eshin was like a ghost, and when he slipped into a room with two guards, he hesitated not for a second. Vibro blade swung, first guard fell, blood spraying from his neck and onto Eshin's armor. The Imperial trooper dropped to the ground with a thud. The other noticed noticed just as Eshin struck his windpipe with his free hand to muffle him, while at the same time driving the vibro blade into his back, severing his spinal column. Two dead. More to follow.

Eshin secured the doors, leaving a minor encription in them to make them unlockable unless someone was a hacker. Most of the crew were Imperial troops, not engineers. The bodies wouldn't be discovered.

He was almost at the room, and knew the dark Jedi beyond the door he was seeking would be much more than just a regular challenge. He could sense it. But he knew the sith thought of himself as better, thought of himself as something superior. So to him, Eshin didn't exist. And that was EXACTLY what Eshin wanted...

(Part One: Infilitration. Status: Complete)

"Oh ok, I will see if I still have some." She said, as she turned to the shelves. Grabbing a tall green bottle, and pouring brandi into the glass. "No one today. After last night, who would? I feel sorry for the poor Ratataki..." She said, as she sat back down. She then instantly blushed. Obvios, due to the beat red color on her cheeks, over her blue face. "W-well.. I mean.. D-Do all guys really find twileks so... A-Atractive?" She asked, stumbling at her words again. She twiddled her index fingers together. As she nervously looked away. "Why do you have to be such a tease!." She said, with a sour, playfull look on her face.


Meanwhile....


"Conner..." A voice said. Calling out to the young man. "Conner..." It said again. Conner was surounded in darkness. He felt as if he was falling through an empty void, where nothing except darkness existed... "Is this death?..." He asked himself. As the voice grew louder... "CONNER..."

He looked to see a blured image walking near him. He winced at the blinding light, so unwelcomed in his dark void. A place he deserved to spend eternity in. "Conner." The voice said again. As she stood in front of him. "..M-Mother.." Conner fell to his knees, grabbing onto her dress, as he clung to her. His arms around her waist. Hugging her deeply. "Whats going on..?" He asked. "Am I dead...?"

"No, your not dead, only asleep. Come on, stop embarassing yourself and get up." Conner stood on his feet, a bewildered look on his face. "If I am not dead, then why visit me?" He asked, as he crossed his arms. "Why not visit Conal, and fix this whole mess for me. If he goes about saying that was me.. I can kiss my apprentice ship goodbye to the emperor..."

"Is that all you care about? When your brother betrays you?" "Yes, of course? Nothing is more important then power, my brother was just... Clever, and beat me to the punch..." He looked down, avoiding eye contact. "You honestly expect me to think you would do the same? No Conner, there is more to you, or life, then power. More important issues have been set into motion. Your brothers plans, will tear this galaxy apart. Cant you feel it... The events he has set into motion... He is your brother, the bond you share makes it clear to you. That he must be stopped." "OH, and with what army? Because he has one. The emperor has one. The-" "The jedi has one." His mother interrupted, with a small smile. "What? What do you mean? You dont honestly expect the jedi to even begin to listen to me?" "No, I expect you.. To do the right thing."

She then, flicked him on the nose. And, instantly, he woke up. Gasping for air, as he stood from the tree he sat next to. "... To hell with what you have to say mother. To hell with the galaxy.. I wont risk my life for anyone other then me!" He said to himself. As he collected his gear, from the crashed pod.

Casriel stopped in his tracks as he heard Conal's voice in his mind. Closing his eyes ever so briefly he responded yes my lord as you wish it I shall be at the ship soon with the sabotage complete and your brothers name on the lips of the jedi. He then opened his eyes and stared down the hall crouching slightly he lifted a hand and tore the servants clothing from his body. His usual robes fell to the floor and he smiled at the feeling of freedom the change of wardrobe gave him. He quickly reached into his robe pulling out a mask that he had aquired specifically for this mission. The mask completely covered his face two slim slits allowing him a view that cut out his peripherals but he had learned long ago that relying on his sight would only get him killed. The mask was simple and silver with a single marking on it that if caught on a camera and studied would lead back to Conner Kendrin. He hadn't planned on making a show of his sabotage but since his master had requested speed he had changed his plans slightly.

He took hold of the force and pushed off with his foot using the force to help him he moved swiftly through the halls his speed allowing him to remain a blur to the average individual as he sped past. He could only sprint for so long so he pulled back a little short of his destination and simply ran normally the rest of the way. He rushed the door slipping through behind a fellow sith who made his way in. He knew these were his masters pawns and were all meant to die at least one of them holding something that named Conner as his master. He quickly pulled his saber igniting only one side of it and along with the other sith slaughtered the rooms enhabitants in mere moments. He almost felt sad that he slaughtered these weaklings without providing them more pain. Focusing on his task at hand he turned his head facing a camera directly allowing it a perfect shot of his mask and the mark before he held his hand up destroying it and any others in the room.

As soon as the camera's were all dead he began to hastily sabotage the ship. The red light and siren that came on as a warning let him know he had done his job properly. He then turned his blade to his fellow sith and with ease moved from one to the other slaying them each in turn as he told them they would be remembered for their sacrifice. Before leaving the room he tossed the mask to the floor and quickly reversed his robes immediately followed by his own saber sliding into his stomach in a spot that though it would look nasty would not hinder him in any way. Stashing his saber he pulled his hood low and walked out of the room his hand across his stomach as he made his way to the landing bay.

Though originally meant to be captured he looked up at the oncoming force of soldiers heading towards him and quickly pretended to be helpless. "Help please sith everywhere in the control room they're killing everyone I barely escaped with my life." he hoped they would buy his lie and move past him without confrontation. When they spoke and told him to hurry to an escape pod and stay out of the way he thanked them and watched them disappear into the room before he stood and quickly rushed away from the room. He made his way to the docking bay with a speed that showed his power with the force but thankfully saw no persons on his route. He stopped at the door to the bay which held his masters ship and concealed himself with the force before slipping through the door and quickly onto the ship hiding himself away in a small room hidden within the ships design meant for smuggling him unseen. There was where he waited for his masters return to the ship.

(Part Two: Assassin) (Status: In progress...)

Eshin's breath was calm. He was always like this: like a serene sense of peace had come over him. He could feel the power emanating from the sith in the next room. Not wanting to fight a sith head on in ANY situation, Eshin looked around the area for something or some otherway into the terminal room. He checked the schematic, and low and behold, a maintenance shaft was located a few meters back, which lead strait to the air duct into the room.

Climbing in and maneuvering silently through the maintenance shaft, he reached the air duct with relative ease. He found the sith had not moved an inch from where he had sensed him before.

Eshin found a small vent in the air duct, peering through it as he tried to get a visual on the force user...and couldn't see him. At all. 'Curious...I sense him right in the spot I'm looking at...' This wasn't good. Eshin had to still get in there. He had no choice. Eshin slowly and silently removed the vent, taking his time. Using the cloaking device on his suit, he dropped in and rolled to the edge of the rectangular room, lifting the active cloak on his suit before it overheated and hiding in the shadows of the darklit area. He coul see no sign of any sith there...but then he felt it. The life form he had sensed, it had a string attached to it...a string of life energy leading to the back of the room, behind the console.

Eshin moved into position, using his cloak in the more lit areas until he could see him, the sith meditating behind the console. 'Clever...not clever enough though.' Eshin took out a small, round device. One of his smoke bombs, it also contained a flash shield that was activated for only around five or so seconds. It was weak, but simulated a human body if hit with a weapon. Eshin dropped the smoke bomb...

And it went off, sending smoke in either direction, almost instantly filling the room with plumbs of the gas. At the same time the shield activated. And the sith fell for it. Leaping from a sitting position behind the wall of computers, the sith charged into the smoke, slashing wildly due to his inability to 'sense' the individual in the room. His lightsaber sparked and flashed as it his the shield. Similar to a lightsaber hitting an individual head on. "Insolent whelp. You thought you clever, concealing yourself. Even the force betrayed you..." And Eshin lept from the shadows, darting straight for the sith and slashed out with his vibro blade. It connected with the lightsaber, the sith barely managing to deflect it as Eshin made a follow up attack: and upper cut that dragged the blade vertically up the sith front, cutting him wide.

The sith staggared and dropped his lightsaber, it rolling down the stairs to his left that led away from the console. Kneeling now, blood flowing from his chest, he gazed up at Eshin in his bloody power armor. "Jedi? No...too brutal. No lightsaber...Khaa KhAA...and you have no robe. What...are you?" The sith asked. Eshin gave no answer, bring his vibro blade slowly up. The sith reacted immediately using the force to pull his lightsaber to him and igniting it all while swinging it at Eshin's side...and Eshin made no effort to block the blow. The lightsaber blade bounced and crackled against the side of Eshin's armor, Eshin swinging his blade into the sith's chest.

The sith gurgled, sputtering as blood came out from the wounds to his lungs. "H-how...how could you..." Eshin again, did not answer as the sith's eyes rolled, and he fell back dead, the lightsaber extinguishing itself as it rolled away from the body. Eshin immediately turned his attention to the console, working furiously to find the information on the cargo contents. He had no time to read it, but by now, people would start noticing that the two he had put down earlier had missed their patrols, and he needed to be in the engine room before then.

Downloading all relevent data, Eshin spun on his heels, sprinting out of the room. "Zeek, quickest route to the engine room, NOW!"

(Part Two: Assassin) (Status: Complete)

Josh looked at her and he smirked to himself and he walked back to his window to look out into the distance "You seek training.... Prove you are worth training" he ignited his saber and the deep blue colored saber came to life in his hand and he stood with the saber point pointed down and to his left since he was holding the saber in his left hand. He had to relearn so many teachings because he once favored his right over left but with the loss of his right he had to relearn. He stood there waiting for her to make her move to see how see would fair again him.

Lisa nodded and with quick movements hers was out and a blue color as well. She pushed her robe behind her. she then took the saber in her right hand and the other held out to her side. she not only used the saber to attack but also the force as well. she used the force to knock them off guard then come in for the strike. She did not attack Josh right away but stood there watching his every move and said "ready when you are";.

Elaine pulled her hand back as soon as her master gestured her to stop. She was a bit confused at first as why her master was waiting. If they were in an immediate danger, they should launch the escape pod immediately. However, Elaine never questioned the orders given from her Jedi superiors. This personal code made her a favourite among the masters and trainers at the academy, as most padawans were usually quick with their emotion and liked to question the orders of their Jedi superiors. Suddenly, the pod let out a heavy shudder before launched itself to space along with the other pods.

Elaine witnessed in horror as she saw her master's cruiser blasted into scrap metals. It was then when her master explained his previous intention as she looked outside the window and realized that the debris of the cruiser and the other pods provide the pod protection against enemy fire. "Smart move, master." She said with an uneasy smile but soon noticed her master became peckish enduring the gravitational pull. She couldn't help but look at him, worried. "Are you okay, master?"
"Unfortinately my briliance does not save us from the fact that Re entry without a ship... is a bitch." Master Var said, swallowing his bile. "I'll try... not to aim in your direction." He said before giving a weak smile. She couldn't help but to return his smile weakly. Even though the situation was funny, there was still a threat that her master is going to puke. Puking in a pod while it was in a gravitational pull is not a good idea.

Var's stumach was about as unstable as the air around them as the pod began the painful process of re entry these pods didn't so much as fly as they did crash safely and strapped with the world closing in at them Var's eyes were shut closed as the pod spun and shuddered turning the 'landing' into a desperate fall into orbit. they broke atmosphere quickly enough but that only left them with the joy of air friction that was slowly building the pod could take it but her master clearly could not.

The nautolans eyes were sealed shut in meditation that was clearly not helping his complexion. Part of him was waiting till his padawan broke out into laughter over her masters aversion to space and air travel. He would have been humiliated by it but he also would have understood it. As they hit a particularly bad patch of air travel his stumach learched one of his four hearts pounded at the wrong moment and it all came rushing into his mouth, he turned away from his padawan undoing his seat and letting the artificial gravity hold him as he fell down and let go of his lunch. "..." he wiped his mouth clean as if too say not a word about this.