Zeshaun stuck his head out of the engine of his Toscan Starfighter. He saw Drak walking into their hangar, Zeshaun gave a wave of acknowledgment and went back to working on his engine.

Drak went over to his Warspite and started up the engines to start the systems check. Zeshaun put in a final adjustment and went back into the cockpit to to another systems check. everythings seems all set

"Hey Drak hows Avenger doing?" Zeshaun shouted.

Zeshaun and Drak had named their ships because when Zeshaun was a mercenary he named all his ships and they thought it would be cool to do the same now.

"All systems are green, hows Vendetta." Drak shouted back.

Zeshaun gave a thumbs up. They both started their engines and repulsor lifts. Zeshaun slowly lowered Vendetta onto the attatchment on his freighter, Valkyrie, and turned off the engine. They were getting ready to go off with some of Zeshaun's old mercenary friends and check out a situation on Thyferra. It seems that a gang named Bayushi has been bribing a factory to make give them informtation and bacta.

Gres came out of the freighter followed by 3 other trandoshans in various armors and suits. "Good to be working with you again Zesh." Gres said.

"Thanks for taking time off from Akodo to work with me." Zeshaun said shaking his hand.

Gres is now the leader of Akodo, the old trandoshan mercenary group that Zeshaun was part of before he joined the Vast Empire.

"This is my friend Drak, he's going to come along and help us." Zeshaun said pointing to Drak as he climbed out of his fighter. Drak waved.

After a short breifeing about the jumps through hypserspace and how and where they would land they boarded the ship. Gres and the other trandoshans climbed into the passenger seating of the freighter. Zeshaun and Drak took seats infront of the controls.

"Setting coordinates for hyperspace." Zeshaun said to no one in particular.

"All systems are green." Drak said.

"Repulsors on." Zeshaun said.

The ship lurched as it came off the ground a little.

"Thrusters!" Drak shouted as the ship sped out of the hangar.

"Hyperspace in 3...2...1...now!" Zeshaun said

The stars around the little frieghter became long streaks of light and they were off.

OOC:

Warspite=Avenger
Toscan=Vendetta
Frighter=Valkyrie

When Drak seperated from the Valkyrie Zeshaun realized that they would need to land the Valkyrie somewhere for Gres and the other 3 trando's to get off.

"This is frighter Velkyrie, Imperial code: 774-866-5629/9045, requesting clearance to land." Zeshaun commed in.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't you just ask for clearance to orbit?" A voice crackled in.

"Yes, sorry for the confusion we actually need to land." Zeshaun said.

"Alright giving you clearance." The voice said.

Zeshaun piloted in Valkyrie and set her down next to Drak's Avenger. Zeshaun saw Drak walk into a bar. Zeshaun quickly locked up all the controls and payed the toll for parking.

Zeshaun, Gres and the other 3 mercenaries walked into the bar and saw a man try to pull a gun on Drak. Zeshaun quickly grabbed his DC-15 blaster pistol but before he could do anything Drak slugged the man in the face causing him to drop the gun. Suddenly about 15 men jumped out of the tables around them, all brandishing pistols.

"Looks like we picked the wrong fight." Gres said looking around.

Zeshaun grimaced. "Let's see if we can talk our way out of this."

Zeshaun stepped forward "Please, our friend didn't mean any harm, you men pulled the gun on him and he was just acting in self-defense."

The man got up from the ground and wiped the corner of his mouth. "We'll take it this time but you better watch your backs." The group of men pushed past Zeshaun and Gres and left the cantina.

"GET OUT OF MY BAR!" The bartender came rushing over screaming.

Drak dusted himself off and walked out. Zeshaun and the gang followed. "I think it's best that we leave you three," Zeshaun pointed to the three trandoshas. "to guard the ship for now, we don't want any trouble getting off of here. Gres and I will go with Drak."

They nodded and went back. Zeshaun ran to catch up with Drak. "Well now that we have introduced ourselves to them what should we do."

Drak took off his helmet and smiled. "Well we need to find a hotel for the night and then we can think of something after I've had something to eat. back in the bar, I didn't need your help I could have taken them all."

Zeshaun took off his helmet and laughed. "I'm not so sure." 

Drek, Zeshaun and Gres walked down the street looking for a good place to stay. They found a decent hotel and got rooms. Zeshaun went to his room and lay his stuff on the floor. He started up the tub and was ready to take a long bath when he heard a crash from down the hall. He stuck his head out the door and saw some smoke coming from the elevators. He heard some voices shouting.

"Quick their  in rooms 142, 143, and 144!" Zeshaun looked up at his door and saw that it had the number 143 on it. He shook his head. what have we gotten ourselves into.

Zeshaun went to his bag and hostered all three blaster pistols, put some thermal detonators and flashbangs into his pockets, slung his rifle over his shoulder and ran out.

Zeshaun noticed that they surprisingly had E-11 blaster rifles, the standard issue of stormtroopers, not normally used by gangs and thugs, these guys must be like the mafia, they're not just plain old mobsters. Zeshaun thought as he fired a couple shots off.

Zeshaun's flashbang left all the Bayushi stunned for a moment leaving  a huge opening. Zeshaun mowed down a couple of men before they recovered. Zeshaun watched Drak carry a body into his room then come back out taking the anti-armor into his hand

oh shit... Zeshaun jumped into his room to take cover. As he heard a body drop and someone fell hard on top of him. Zeshaun let out a grunt. Suddenly a huge arm of fire scorched the head of the man on top of him.

"Blast it Drak." Zeshaun said shoving Drak's body off of his. "Do oyu always have to do that?"

Zeshaun heard Drak chuckle under his helmet. Gres came running into their room. "Is everyone okay, I took care of what was left of them."

Zeshaun nodded and Drak gave a thumbs up. "We're leaving this place right now." Zeshaun said getting his stuff that was still on his bed.

"No, I took one of the guys alive" Drak said.

"Is he awake?" Gres asked.

"He could be if you want him to." Drak said.

"Wake him up and I'll quesetion him. Get ready to leave." Zeshaun  left the room with Drak.

Drak woke him up and tied him up to a chair. The man jumped when he saw Zeshaun's rifle pointed at his head. "Tell us where we can find the rest of your friends." Zeshaun said in the most menacing voice he could muster.

The man just shook his head. Zeshaun nudged his head with the tip of his rifle. The man looked up.

"I'll kill you." Zeshaun growled.

"Okay, okay, we were supposed to meet our guys at the Black Cat Cantina on 476th avenue." The man said shaking in fear.

"Thanks." Zeshaun turned to leave the room but whipped around and fired a shot into the mans head. He was dead.

"Why'd you do that?" Drak asked.

"He knew where to find us." Zeshaun left the room.

Zeshaun reloaded his gun and peered out into the hall. The elevator was obviously out of order so they would have to take the stairs.

When they stepped out onto the street there seemed to be no trace of the struggle that went on 16 floors up.

"We need to find a taxi." Gres said hailing a cab.

They stepped into the cab and sat down. "Where to gents?" a deep rough voice asked from the front of the cab

"Can you take us to the Black Cat Cantina?" Drak asked.

"Are you crazy? No way am I going near those guys not for 100,000 credits." The man said.

"How about 500,000 credits." Zeshaun asked, holding up a large wad of bills.

The man eyed the bills and then took them. "Fine but I'm not going to wait for you."

Zeshaun just shrugged as the cab sped off toward the cantina.

OOC:

dude can you try to keep things like consistant with my story writing... like i never threw a flashbang but you said you got hit by one. stuff like that and leave space for speach so it's easier to read.

Zeshaun watched as the man whipped out a stun blaster and shot at them. There was no way for them to dodge the shots as they were within hand reach of the man. Zeshaun felt the burning impact of the bullet hit his stomach and his world went black.

When Zeshaun awoke he was in a dimly lit area surrounded by stacks and stacks of boxes. I must be in some kind of storage area. When a guard walked by Zeshaun feigned unconsciousness until the man walked around the corner then looked around again. If I can find out where this place is I can call up Gres and the boys to come bail us out...I wonder where Drak is? Zeshaun thought as he realized that his good friend was nowhere to be found.

"Hey he's awake!" A man yelled. Zeshaun turned to see a guard looking at him.

Zeshaun watched as about a dozen men clad in powersuits came out from between the stacks of boxes. All men seemed to be armed with at least a vibrosword and most had an E-11 blaster with them.

"Go tell the boss that the trandoshans awake." One of the men scampered off. "Bring this guys friend over here."

Zeshaun saw Drak was also tied up to a chair and now Drak was sitting next to Zeshaun. "Hi." Drak said, gloomily.

Zeshaun just gave a nod. He saw that their armor was on the ground next to some crates along with all their weapons and explosives.

"So nice of you gentlmen to join us." A man stepped forward. "You had gotten such a big name for yourselves that we just had to meet you."

Zeshaun just looked down at the ground and tried not to make eye contact. The man started to pace back and forth infront of Zeshaun and Drak.

"Would you like to tell us why you felt the need to anger one of our leaders then blow up 12 good men at a hotel?" The man asked.

Zeshaun and Drak both didn't answer. The man obviously wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, seeing at how frustrated he was getting.

"Maybe this will put you in a more talkative mood." The man said brandishing a pistol and putting the barrel just centimeters from Zeshaun's forehead.

Zeshaun shifted his eyes and saw that Drak was in the same situation as him.

"Who hired you?" The man growled.

"We are from the Vast Empire." Zeshaun said.

"Stormtroopers? This would explain their armor and guns, we should get out of here. Who knows how many more are around." A rodian said.

The man talking to Zeshaun gave the rodian a dirty look. "It doesn't matter." The man turned back toward Zeshaun. "Now if you don't tell us where to find the rest of your friends you two will die and we'll just find them ourselves and finish them off."

Damn, what are we going to do. If we tell them we don't have any friends they'll just kill us but if we tell them we do they won't find any and then kill us...wait... Zeshaun thought a an idea.

"Where should I tell them to meet us." Zeshaun asked. Drak gave him a strange look but Zeshaun ignored it.

"That's more like it, tell them to meet us at the 79th building in the Capsize storage yard." The man said throwing a commlink at Zeshaun.

Zeshaun called up Gres. "Hey, bring everyone to the 79th building in the Capsize storage yard, bring everything." Zeshaun gave the commlink back to the man. "There you happy."

"Yes, very." The man spun on his heels and gave an order. The men lined up behind him and they left around the corner.

"What was that? We don't have any stormtrooper friends down here." Drak said as soon as they decided it was safe.

"I called Gres, if everything turns out right we should be out of here. I told him to bring everything, he will bring all three ships and we will just blow this place up then hop up into space until we can find another way to get in without being noticed." Zeshaun explained.

Drak just nodded. All they had to do was wait.

Zeshaun almost let out a booming laugh when he saw Gres throw the gas. This was an old trick that they used all the time when they were mercenaries. The trando's were immune to this gas and no other species known is immune to it.  Zeshaun pointed over to Drak who was nearly passed out on the floor.

"You think he's alive?" one of the trado's asked.

"He got a god whiff of the gas." Zeshaun said walking over to Drak,

Drak's head turned toward him"Ah, hes alive." said one of the trando's, "He can probibly hear us now. Drak? your going to be fine. Were trandonshans, and are impervious to this specific gas. Were getting you out of here." The five of them lifted him up and dragged him out of the building.

Zeshaun lifted him into the freighter, Valkyrie, and lie him down on the bed. "Drak I trust you can fly a starfighter in your state." Zeshaun said.

Drak grinned "You bet I can."

"Take good care of Avenger, I'm not going to buy you another one." Zeshaun said as he climbed into Vendetta.

Zeshaun left the freighters to the other trando's. They flew up into the atmosphere and were in orbit before the national security could even ask them for clearance.

"Stop and turn around now, or you will be fired upon." A voice came in over the comm.

"Zesh, we got 15 fighters launching into orbit." Drak said nervously.

"Vendetta to control, we cannot stop but we can give you a clearance code, is that good enough." Zeshaun said quickly.

"I'm sorry sir but you must stop your ship so we can search your freighter, you tried to escape without clearance." The mechanic voice said.

"WE CAN"T STOP!" Zeshaun yelled, he sighed "we are being chased, if we stop we will be caught."

"I'm sorry sir, we are forced to fire on you." the voice said.

"evasive manuevers now!" Zeshaun said.

All three ships started speeding away from each other and doing evasive stunts.

"Heads up boys, it looks like we have 10 more fighters entering orbit, hold on, they're unmarked, they're not from the security force." Gres said sounding confused.

what the hell is going on Zeshaun thought as he watched on his radar as fighters startered to disapear. The security force started to shrink as the 10 new fighters fell upon them. In a matter of minutes the security force was in full retreat with only 4 of their 15 left.

"You owe your lives to Bayushi." A deep voice came in.

oh hell

"Come with us or we will be forced to kill you." the voice said again.

"Who's up for some target practice?" Drak asked as he positioned himself to face the remaining fighters.

"Drak you crazy sonofabitch." Zeshaun said with a smile as he turned his fighter around as well.

Only 7 fighters remained. "So it's about 4 each I guess." Zeshaun said just thinking out loud.

"Don't forget about us you greedy trando." Gres said bringing the freighter around.

"Alright boys let's do this!" Drak said letting out a war cry and speeding toward the fighters.

Zeshaun watched in horror as the back of the Valkyrie burst into flames. He had to keep himself from turning on the Y-wing and blowing it to pieces, although it would probably destroy him first.

"The Bayushi will see you now," said a mocking female voice over the comlink.

Zeshaun grimaced "Fine, you win."

Suddenly a huge capital ship jumped in from hyperspace, it was a long thin ship that cast a shadow over Zeshaun and Drak.

"That's a Modular Taskforce Cruiser, I've only read about those in books." Drak gasped.

Zeshaun had no idea what he was talking about since the only experiance with capitol ships he's ever had was during his time as a mercenary. It looked very powerful and Zeshaun was sure he didn't want to mess with it.

"Lead us in." Zeshaun said in a defeated tone.

The Y-wing turned and rocketed toward the huge ship. A sudden lurch signified the tractor beams were pulling him in. He saw that his freighter and Drak's ship were also being pulled in. He waited patiently as they were loaded into the hangar.

"Welcome aboard gentlemen." A women about Zeshaun's height with shoulder length brown hair greeted them. "I am Cynthia, Captain of this ship."

Cynthia was surrounded by at least a platoon of soldiers all clad in the same dull gray armor. They carried what seemed to be the E-11 blaster rifles. I wonder where they got their hands on those Imperial weapons. Zeshaun thought as he stepped down. I guess there's no chance of escape with this many soldiers on board. Zeshaun sighed.

"Please follow me to the meeting rooms." Cynthia instructed turning on her heels and heading out the door.

Zeshaun and Drak folloed. Zeshaun motioned for Gres and the other trandoshans to stay with the ships incase the soldiers decided they wanted them destroyed.

"Have a seat." Cynthia motioned toward two seats across from hers on at a table.

Zeshaun cautiously took a seat. "What do you want from us."

"Well, you know our secret, so we either have to kill you or you can join us." Cynthia said with a smile, leaning back in her chair.

"And what if we refuse." Drak said with clenched fists.

Zeshaun laid a hand on Drak's shoulder to keep him in his seat.

"Well, we have over 450 ready crewman that would happily get rid of you." Cynthia said, her smile widening.

over 450 crewman! That's way to many to get away from. Zeshaun thought.

"We accept your offer, we will join your gang." Zeshaun said abruptly.

Drak gave a confused and angry look at Zeshaun. Zeshaun gave him one of his 'I'll tell you later looks'

"That's wonderful, please stay in here while I get some nice men to show you to your rooms." Cynthia walked out the door.

The second the door closed behind her Drak started blabbing. "What do you mean we're going to join them, I refuse to"

"It's either that or we die, we can spy on them while we are working for them, and it will make us seem more on their side." Zeshaun explained.

"I still don't like it." Drak said leaning back in his chair.

Well, your gonna have to live with it. Zeshaun thought letting out a sigh.