Jag walked out into the corridor after hearing Etan shout something in shriwook. He knew the language to a certain extent. When Jag realised that he was asking were he was he knew it was about what he said to that droid...

He said in a loud voice, "Etan. Did I hear you call my name...?"

Etan turned around and advanced towards him...
 
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"The fate of the free world is in the hands of a bunch of hustlers and thieves" XXX2
"Say hello to my little friend" Tony Montana
"Im going to make him an offer he cant refuse"
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" Godfather

Jag quick to recover looked at Sayah. He said, "Well at least we still have our limbs intact. If you need me I'll be checking my weapons..."

Jag walked off leaving Sayah with that look of surprise still on his face. Jag walked in to the compartment before the nav console and re checked the coordinates again. Satisfied he walked into the living quarters where Sayah just finished talking to Halos and Jag dedcided to introduce himself



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"The fate of the free world is in the hands of a bunch of hustlers and thieves" XXX2
"Say hello to my little friend" Tony Montana
"Im going to make him an offer he cant refuse"
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" Godfather

Sayah walked towards the crew quarters contemplating the Wookie and his annoying droid. He just hoped that Etan would try to bring the droid with him though. He might have an opportunity to "accidentally" vaporize it. However ,if Etan tried to release his stress on them again he would show the furball he was not someone to be dismissed lightly...

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TRP/PFC Sayah/1SQD/2 PLT/1 COM/1 RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Sayah sat on a bunk and pulled off his arm armour. He then removed the ebony coating of his artificial hand and deactivated it before pulling out a hyfrospammer and a kit containing spare parts. He opened up the "palm" of the mechanical hand and added a metallic spherical objetc. He connected several wires and closed the palm before continuing to tinker with the fingertips. He removed the standard fingers and replaced them with some specially modified ones that might be useful on the coming mission. He made sure the non-standard side power coupling was well attached before reconnecting the hand to the clone commando armour. He heard someone coming and looked up... 
 
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TRP/PFC Sayah/1SQD/2 PLT/1 COM/1 RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Raigen plopped down into the easy chair pilots seat and strapped in. The panel in front of him stretched from one side of the cockpit to the other. He flipped the switches above his head and powered up the repulsor engines. The ship slowly rose from the floor of the hanger. Raigen placed his feet on the directional pedals and pushed forward with his left foot and backward with his right. The Hawk slowly turned around to face the blue shield of the hanger. Another switch flipped would raise the landing gear and seal the ship in an airtight state. Raigen's voice would come over the ship's com system, "Ok everyone, we're lifting off. Halos, get to the cockpit. Everyone else, we are about to enter hyperspace so in about two minutes, strap yourself into one of the acceleration seats."

Raigen put up the com transceiver and went back to the controls. The small computer screen on the panel would read out a clearance prompt. Raigen entered in one of the random codes he had memorized and the blue shield disappeared. The Gray Hawk's sub light engines shot the ship forward with amazing acceleration. They had gone from 0 to 100 MGLT in about a second, slamming Raigen back against his seat. The freighter would gain distance from the super star destroyer so that they could make a hyperspace jump without the destroyer's gravity well generators getting in the way.

Halos reached the cockpit shortly after. Raigen would address him, "Two jumps, the first to a space station mid way, the second to the actual location, understand. Don't answer!" It was harsh but that was how it went in this business. Halos nodded. "Good, tell none of the others. I had the others input false coordinates to throw them off. No one can know all of the information. The real coordinates are on the datapad under your seat!" Halos nodded once more and reached under his seat for the datapad. He handed it to Raigen who plugged it into the terminal and uploaded the contents. "There seems to be some issues with the crew, getting dangerous. I've been in my quarters watching the security camera feeds. I'll need you help to disarm them. It's come to my attention that they have some grenades on board. Nothing against them but if anything goes wrong they could blow this whole ship out from under us. Once we're in hyperspace we'll make sure there are no stray grenades around. Then we'll do the briefing, understand?" Raigen waited and halos Nodded again. He pressed the large, semi spherical, blue button on the control panel, propelling the Gray Hawk into the blue abyss of hyperspace.
 
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FM/SCRW Raigen/Nazgul 1-3/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) [VC:B]

[Red Dragon Order]
CC CO SC/SMar Raigen Tei-Yehn/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

Etan secured within the smugglers holding bays, thinks about the mission at hand and how he will fit in.

He knows there are larger are issues at hand, i.e. How can he keep his best friend C3pwo at his side, while at the same time defend him from the likes of Sayah.

Sayah has already reported to kill C3pwo if he accompanied this mission.

Etan has much thinking to do, and more than one issue to resolve. For example, where is his place in this mission. He had wanted to talk to Raigen before,but he was indisposed. Now, Etan required a full shcedule. Something to keep his mind occupied and his time off breaking bones as he had so much wanted to do before.

Etan never required or even needed grenades or any type of  explosions. He was an explosion waiting to happen. He can't wait for the star burst to end, as his kind calls it.

When hyper-speed ends he will be ready to come out of hiding along with all the answers to everyones questions.
!60 plus words? is that okay? for now?
 
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Etan, knowing when he was wrong, followed Jag Fel to the proper acceleration ready room. On the way he roared in his Wookie way "It's just that you don't know what me and that droid have been through together."

Entering the room Halos Bok and Sayah greeted him. " Come on Wookie, have a seat next to me" Sayah beckoned.

Etan, reluctant at first, plopped his big ole Wookie butt, right next to Sayah. Etan wasn't going to argue the point anymore. He had had enough. He knew in his minds eye though, that, that droid would end up saving someone yet.

It was purported ,that, that particular droid had been built personally by a Jedi Knight. And, although modified on several occasions, was still a droid of much ingenuity.

The droid had been handed down to him from his human smuggler uncles Hans and Lans. Although Etan never quite understood how two brothers could be of different human races. One being White and the other Black. But what did that matter? He was their Wookie nephew. So?

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Sayah sat next to the Wookie, not sure why he had invited the furball over. He had never liked Woookies, not since a nasty little incident on Kashyyk in which he had been framed for murder and nearly been pulled apart by them. Shaking the unpleasant memories from his mind, he decided to give Etan a chance and turned in his seat. "Look I'm sorry if we had a misunderstanding but protocol droids like that get on my nerves and even if Jag and I were a bit tactless, you weren't exactly polite either. So let's let bygones be bygones and focus on co-operation. We won't last five minutes if we can't think about anyting but shooting each other in the back. Let's just stop this right now, OK?"
 
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SM/Com Sayah/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(L)

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Raigen walked out of the cockpit and walked to the main quarters. It seemed full enough. "Ok guys, we're now in hyperspace en route to the target. But before we do anything, there is going to be a change of plans. It has come to my attentio that some of you have heavy weapons on board. While the outer hull of this vessel is rock solid, its stripped on the inside for space and weight. Which means, if you have any explosuives, grenades, grenade launchers, or anything stronger tha an espo riot gun, place it in these containers." Raigen placed his foot on the deck of the foreward compartment and stomped twice, four square pannels on the deck popped up revealing small weapons racks.

"So if you will all gather up the heavy stuff, we can get moving. Don't worry, you will get them once we reac the target." The crew slowly ean to load the weapons onto the racks. The racks closed and Raige flipped on the holo projector. A Providence-class cruiser appeared. It was large, a kilometer long in length, and very ominus looking. "This is the target, a trade federatio cruiser. Sayah may have seen one, they used these above coruscant in the clone wars. This one was made earlier, a prototype we think. It was headed to the Naboo Blockade but something happened, we don't know what. We will board the ship here, in the fighter docking bay, and then take this elevator to the bridge. We'll need tohold the sip and scout it for inhabitants. Kill ayone not Imperial or RDA. You will know they are RDA by a Red Dragon tatooed on there forehand. We wil the prep the ship and await the shuttle transporting RDA crewman who will pilot the craft to location 3. Halos is in charge when I am unreachable, after him...well...my own droids wil take over. They are on standbye."

Raigen exited he foreward compartent and headed for the cockpit. Wanting some down time, he hadn't slept well in a while.
 
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[Red Dragon Order]
CC CO SC/SMar Raigen Tei-Yehn/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

Jag not really caring about the few grenades in his minh he brought put them in the container. When Jag walked back to the acceleration couch's he said, "Boy am I glad I brought those EMP grenades..."

Sayah laughed and said, "Tell me about it."

"So what did Raigen mean by the fact that you'd been on some of those ships before?" Sayah took a deep breath and explained his history.

When Sayah was finished there was an awkward silence that lasted until Jag started talking about the reason they might require a cruiser to 'accompany' them on their mission.

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[Red Dragon Order]
SM/Com Jag Fel/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

"The fate of the free world is in the hands of a bunch of hustlers and thieves" XXX2
"Say hello to my little friend" Tony Montana
"Im going to make him an offer he cant refuse"
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" Godfather

So the human Raigen was taking a chance with trusting the soul Twi'lek on the ship over the others.  Halos Bok could tell from the beginning that Raigen hadn't asked him to go on the mission out of a complete hunch.  Raigen knew stuff about him before he had confronted him in the Enlisted Club.  The question was how much did he know?  It was something he would have to investigate further in.

It was after the briefing and he was now alone in the crew quarters again.  He found it amusing how the others had to turn in their "big" guns and explosives and Halos didn't have to give up a thing.  His fetish with light weapons and armor on land made his fighter pilot philosophy ironic.  If he had the choice he would always pick some thing with a lot of armor and firepower.  This was apparent in a recent mission against the RS insurgency where he was the only one to pick a gun boat over the faster, TIE model options.  He watched Jag Fel enter the crew quarters.

"So, any idea why he made you second in command?" asked Jag.  "Considering that you didn't have to turn in any weapons either, you and Raigen must have some kind of 'business' history?"

"To address your second comment first, the reason I didn't have to turn in anything is because the biggest thing I have is an Espo Riot Rifle," replied Bok.  "I don't need heavy weapons to get the job done."

"From what I have seen and heard of you I can believe that."

"To your original point, I have no idea why he would choose me to be number two," Bok half lied&


2 Years Ago...


The alley in the middle of Verinian City was completely empty.  The sound of machines filled the urban jungle that was the industrial sector.  The air smelled unclean that filled Bok's lungs as he made his way through the alley way.  One man was pushing a hover platform loaded with crates that were much longer than they were wide.  There were 4 more men covering the flanks of the cargo, guns at ready.  In these troubling times the Slashers needed to be ready for anything.  They went another 20 yards or so before coming to a complete stop.  Halos walked up to a set of rusted, 12 feet high blast doors and proceeded to slide open a slot that revealed a key pad.  He punched in a code and stood back.  The two doors parted, dust fell from their edges.

The Slasher party brought the goods into the abandoned factory.  Out of the shadows of century old machines walked the buyer and his thugs.

"We got what you ordered right here," said Halos.  "The question is if you have the credits to pay for this all?"

"Money is fine and all, but I have a better proposal," replied the consumer. 

"If you are talking about spice, we are not interested," said Bok grimly.

"I was thinking of something a little more valuable than that...your lives!"

All of a sudden lights came on and the small Slasher party was surrounded from all sides and above.  But by that time there was an open crate, a lid on the ground, and a big gun known to all Verinians as the shrapnel gun slung to Bok's torso.

"I guess this is deal off then..."

 
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[Black Hand]
SC/LtJG Halos Bok/1st Element/Gulf Flight/Hunter Squadron/Ace Wing/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Navy/RDA(H)

Never under estimate the power of stupid people in large numbers, unless you have a lot of cookies to throw in opposite corners to distract them.

Sayah eyed the Wookie warily, still not really trusting him. On the other hand, he had no intention of getting a second artificial limb or of spending a month in a bacca tank. He touched his knuckle and felt the reassuring bulge of his vibroblade. He could use it and use it well but had no intention of using it unless absolutely necessary. They may be working together but Sayah still din't trust him...

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[Black League]
SM/Com Sayah/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(L)

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Jag sitting in the lounge having a game of sabaac with Etan who surprised Jag by actually being good at the game. Just when Jag was about to win the hand- bluffing of course- Etan let out a distressed howl and from what Jag coul understan he was saying something about smoke.

They jumped up from the table simultaenuously and ran towards the source of the smoke. If there's a fire there isnt even gonna be a mission... When they reached the source of the smokein the sleeping quarters Jag was releved to see that there wasent a fire but it was just Sayah who by the looks of things who's hand was malfunctioning.

He looked over Sayah's shoulder. Seeing that it was a standard model Jag immediately knew that it was the power cell. He picked up the spare one and handed it to Sayah. "The best way to replace energy cells without doing damage to the circuits is to cut the wire in the service modue."

Sayah didnt even look up so busily trying to fix his hand he just nodded and took Jag's advice.

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[Red Dragon Order]
SM/Com Jag Fel/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(O)

"The fate of the free world is in the hands of a bunch of hustlers and thieves" XXX2
"Say hello to my little friend" Tony Montana
"Im going to make him an offer he cant refuse"
"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" Godfather

Sayah downed Jag with a well aimed kick, sending him sprawling face first to the ground, and glared. "Anyone else got any comments?" he asked.
He replaced a motivator and flexed the hand, secretly relieved it hadn't completely melted. To test the strength level he placed a fragment of metal in the palm and clenched. The metal fragmented.
Satisfied, he got up and headed for the lounge...
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[Black League]
SM/Com Sayah/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(L)

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

Sayah. really riled now, stunned Jag with a well aimed jab at a pressure point, grabbed his arm and pushed him into a seat. "It wasn't funny." He pulled on his arm armour and walked away.
P.S. Jag, if that is your navy sock puppet don't use it in the Quick, Dead, and Foolish.

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[Black League]
SM/Com Sayah/Task Force 1/Eta Squad/2nd Platoon/Red Company/1st Battalion/KBcC Helsa/OFF/Army/RDA(L)

"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo