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  The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 8, 2009 3:12:52 PM    View the profile of Havock 
The transport shuddered as it decelerated out of hyperspace. Havock glanced up briefly from her datapad to look out on of the small viewports at the now visible stars. It had been a long couple of weeks. RAIDERS were back on the trail of the Nymins Watchers, after being called back to base after they let the Viceroy get himself kidnapped. That might have been a failure, but like Jeg said the more important thing was to find out who had ordered the kidnapping and now they had a chance to actually do that.

“How many more of these blasted jumps do we have to make?” Njall leaned against the chair between Havock and the aisle. He looked bored, and she could understand. They had been making these short jumps and course adjustments to catch up with the Watchers who were already in transit to whoever they were delivering the Viceroy to.

She smirked. “This should be the last one Njall, just try to relax. And read that data file, I would prefer that we all be ready when the time comes.”

He nodded as he walked away and fell back into his chair next to Beta a few aisles up. Before they departed from Tadath, she and Beta had debated about who was going to drive the transport. She had already planned to bring a pilot along, so they wouldn't have to. Beta was still sulking about that she was sure.

She scratched her head and went back to studying herself. She still hadn't worked out exactly how they were going to get on board a transport which would presumably be in mid-flight. They knew from their intel gathered on Qiilura that the Watchers were traveling in an E-9 Explorer Transport, and this particular E-9 would have a distinctive symbol on the side of it.

There was absolutely no way for her or anyone else to know Viceroy Ay'Tim's condition at this point, or even if he was still alive. Still the ship should hold the information they needed about whoever had ordered the kidnapping in the first place. She hoped.

The engines engaged and she could see the stars blur for hopefully the last time this trip. The Mu2i Transport accelerated and they were in hyperspace once more. Havock looked over at the gungan who was snoring loudly across the aisle from her. She shook her head, and she returned to her data.

An arm fell across her lap causing Havock to raise her eyebrow but not look up from her datapad, it wasn't like she didn't know who it belonged to. “You don't really expect me to believe you're still asleep do you?”

“Aww, you're no fun.” Jaenna turned in the chair and rubbed her face. “Are we there yet?”

She smiled. Frankly, Havock probably should be the one taking the nap. None of them had had much rest lately, something she hoped to rectify after they returned from this mission. She turned her head to see green eyes staring back at her. “Soon. That was the last jump. Then, we get there and I still don't know what in the hell we are going to do.”

“You'll figure it out, maybe Aeos or Decembrist could come up with something...creative.” Jaenna smirked.

Havock laughed softly. “Yea, creative or suicidal. We need to figure out a way to not destroy the watcher's transport, board it and, heh, what...negotiate with the terrorist? But yea just the disabling part, I can figure a way to destroy it, which does nobody any good. If we could disable it, maybe Beta could fix it if we needed it to still be flyable.” She sighed. “Go ahead and get everyone ready, in about 30 minutes lets brief them. I'll make sure we have a solid plan by then.”

Their squad was shrinking lately. Joamer left, Karash needed to take care of some personal business and took leave, it just seemed like nothing was going right of late. The whole situation was stressing Havock out to no end, and the lack of sleep was not helping either. All she could hope for was for everyone to survive the mission and maybe  a few things to go as planned for a change.


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Okay RAIDERS, remember these guys? We never got to meet them but we are about to. We will be moving pretty fast at this point so get in your posts, right now we are traveling towards the Watcher's transport and we will be boarding the vessel. No they are probably not going to ask us to stay for dinner, plan on them being QUITE hostile. We do not know the condition of the Viceroy or if he is still alive, you will find that out once the Watcher's vessel is secure. Have fun, and as usual any questions let me know.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 8, 2009 6:16:22 PM    View the profile of Aeos 
“Give it back to me!”
A deep chuckle rumbled.
“I want some love Aeos, gimme some love” Decembrist demanded playfully while he waved a datapad about above her head.

The shorter woman made a move to jump, but as if realizing the childishness of all of this, settled back into crossing her arms and staring her partner down.

“Screw love, give me it back to me, I need to finalize orders!”

“Now really Aeos, you should leave the thinking to me, you’re doing fine at looking pretty, we can’t have that talent compromised by frown and stress lines,”  Rustam said in a feigned voice of concern. He tutted at her and waved one index finger.

“Decembrist, you’re provoking her if you continue that,” Jae commented dryly from her seat. She was reading her holomag while casting a curious and bemused eye every while at Aeos and Decembrist who at this point was the source of amusement to the whole squad.

“He’s provoking me? I am provoked” Aeos muttered in a low voice while casting Jae a dark side glance. The latter arched her eyebrows and hastily pulled her attention back to her holomag.
“All I want is some love darl-“

“Go to hell, give it back to me or I swear…” Aeos unclipped her whip unconsciously from her utility belt.

Decembrist took a step back but the grin still kept at his face. His eyes twinkled demonically playful at Aeos. He took out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one stick out with his mouth before holding the small box to her.

“Now, Aeos, it takes absolutely no muscles to stand still. But when you’re moving, and all that stress, you really should think about inserting one or two micro-adjustments to the forehead-“

“That’s it. I’m going to kill him, “

“Aeos!” Havock’s voice called out.

“Nah, leave them Hav, I wanna see this, and we have a few minutes to kill,” Jae muttered while she shoved her holomag aside. Screw pretense, she was enjoying this little side-show the troopers put up.

“We might have a few minutes to kill, but I need Decembrist in working condition,” Havock muttered her eyes gleaming with mirth from next to Jae.

“Hi! Who says I will lose?” Rustam glared at the two commanding females. A few chuckles sounded through the cabin from their fellow troopers. Aeos smirked playfully at him. Her anger was slowly disapating knowing she had more or less won this time. She extended one hand toward Decembrist. He sighed and dropped the datapad into her hand.

“I’ll go drown my sorrows next door, “ he muttered dramatically while his one hand scratched a stubble chin.

“Decem, I need you sober!” Havock called out again.

“You need me sober, you need me active, you need me here…point is Havock…honey, you need me,” he played at the Squad-Leader. A low cough sounded next to Havock.
“Back of fly-boy,” Jae muttered.

“You need me to Jae, though you won’t admit it, don’t worry, I can deal with both of you and the estrogen,”

“Take a seat Rustam and shuttup, Jae, we need to discuss our plans. Aeos I believe you have the information on our ship upfront, so please, if you can,” Havock pulled herself out of her seat and grabbed Jae’s hand to pull her up. She gestured with one hand at Aeos to move out of the cabin.

The three women quickly left for a private room, where Aeos logged a cube into the table which would activate a holographic display of the ship they were about board. She blocked out the small droning sound which the holograph emitted and focused her eyes towards her squad-commanders. At times, she still felt uncomfortable with the relationship they maintained, feeling it placed pressure on their capability to command the squad, but they have done fairly well in their recent missions, and if their relationship strengthened their resolve, then it was fine with Aeos. The two women seated themselves next to another on the crescent bench while Aeos remained standing.

“The E-9, “ Aeos muttered as she the holograph flickered. She extended the holopad which Decembrist stole earlier towards Havock who took it without losing her glance on the holograph. After a few seconds, her attention redirected itself at the datapad.

“Stronger hyperdrive then we have,”

“No, I had our ship modified a month ago, amongst other things, the hyperdrive was replaced,” Jae commented as she stole side-glance at the holograph while reading with Havock.

“Question is how to board it though,” Jae muttered distractedly. 
Aeos coughed softly at this causing both women to look up at her questioningly.

“Aeos?” Havock questioned with raised eyebrows and curious blue eyes.

“Yeah, I might have something for you,” Aeos muttered with a lop-sided grin. Jae arched her eyebrows again at Aeos and then glanced at Havock with a resigning sigh.

“Jae, don’t be pretensious, you’ve had your fun share of suicidal ideas before as well,” Aeos said earning a soft laugh from Havock. The ASL narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“Let’s hear it then,” Havock demanded.

“Fine,  I suggest we board through the cargo bay. It’s the logical door for us to use. Thus far, there are no previous cases of people crazy enough to board something so small as a E-9. Not in our Imperial Database, so we’re going blind here. We trace and calculate their next click or the next coordinate where they should make another hyper-jump. Havock, you mentioned that you have stationed an agent already in their midst-“ Aeos glanced at Havock seeking another confirmation for the information from Havock.

“Yes, she should delay them long enough for us to make the boarding but the question is how,”

“Well, once they are delayed, I suppose the only way would be is to get out of this ship with our space-suits, get the door open, get in and close the door without triggering their alarms before they make the jump
“Havock, when time comes, we can signal her to get ready, right?” Jae interrupted.
“Yes, we can, she and I have already agreed on a plan,” Havock replied.
“Through the cargo-bay is a network of crawlspace reserved for technicians-“ Aeos continued.

At this point Aeos, turned the cube once in its socket and activated the schematics of the ship to show up.

“to access other parts of the ship.” Aeos concluded and stepped away, to allow the squad-leader a bit of thinking space. Aeos might be a strategist, but Havock was the one who had to ensure her squad’s success and survival.

“Spacesuits is suicidal, but I guess this will have to be our plan,,” Havock scoffed, but her eyes remained fixated on the schematics in front of her.  This was going to be a tight fit.


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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 9, 2009 3:33:13 PM    View the profile of Decembrist 
The entire squad was assembled in the airlock, justly nervous about the trip to the outside. Aeos and Havock had aided the pilots of RAIDERS’ shuttle in projecting the path of the Watchers so as to intercept them in between Hyperspace jumps. Like Aeos, Vasili understood the reason for multiple jumps thanks to Navy training. If you don’t want people to follow you, if you want to hide your trail, you stop your jump and change directions. It was the space-flight equivalent of backtracking or walking in a circle to throw pursuers off.

And thanks to inside information combined with savvy physics-ing, Havock now knew where to toss her squad into the vacuum of nothingness outside. Oblivion awaited the RAIDERS.

This maneuver, however, was not out of norm for the squad. Historically this was the shit that was asked of them. There was a reason why spacesuits were so readily available upon the transport.

The spacesuits themselves were black and minimalist. They were bulky, but in terms of spacesuits they were light and agile – complete with self-propulsion units, Comm equipment, and an hour’s worth of oxygen. The boots, conveniently enough, were magnetic to enable easy attachment to ships. The visor provided light filtering as well, enabling the user to view the black of space clearer and not blind themselves if they were to look at a star. Of course all this wasn’t absolutely necessary. If all went well, the Squad wouldn’t be outside for more than three minutes.

“This is a pretty badass plan, ladies,” Vee remarked through a cig as he checked the torso of his suit for holes. He scanned the airlock at his comrades suiting up, blowing smoke through his nose, snorting, as he watched Grahim trying to fold up his floppy ears to fit the helmet on. The whole situation was playing out like a holovid – like pirates plotting to hijack cargo. Ironic, considering the name associated with the Squad.

Apparently a little stressed at the danger of the stunt, Havock, wrung out, clipping her boots on, started issuing commands. “Beta, Njall, would you please help our Gungan friend out? And Grahim, when you get your ears into that helmet, double check the loadout and make sure we all have the right gear.”

He did so, being the Weapons specialist, pulling out the M66-SDs from the crate that would carry them across to the Watchers’ ship and checking to make sure the silencers were all screwed on and the energy cells were full. The rest of the Squad was clipping their helmets on as the Lance Corporal triple checked his work.




“Alright, pilots, we’re good to go. Open the airlock,” Sgt. Caldwell Comm’d to the cockpit. Grahim and Decembrist looked to the backs of the five other Stormtroopers, the two each holding a handle of the crate that held the loadout. “Hold position until we give the go,” the ASL followed up. The pilot confirmed as the airlock doors released pressure, the stereotypical hissing of air escaping around them signaling that the only thing that kept oblivion from taking their fragile bodies was a couple layers of spacesuit.

As soon as the doors revealed space, Decembrist emerged from Vasili. He took a big drag from the smoke inside his helmet and started humming the Navy March. “Geez, Vee. You do remember your track record for space, right?” Aeos joked.

She was right, it hadn’t been a successful flight record for him. “Oh I surely do, love,” he retorted, “I also remember carrying you from your crash site.” Then again, neither had it been for her. She scoffed and the doors opened fully.

“Alright RAIDERS, on me,” their SL announced. She tapped the joystick on her wrist and the subtle propulsion engines on her suit pushed her forward out of the ship. It took considerable courage to be the first one out, courage that Vasili noticed. One by one, the rest took off. Njall was eager to get out there, laughing almost insanely as the warrior instincts kicked in. Beta lifted off, followed by Aeos, making their way in loose formation to their Leader. Decembrist looked over to Grahim, nodding his head, and the two lifted off with the weapons crate. Starfruit was the last out, making sure the weapons made it safely.

The group stopped fifty meters from the ship, floating stagnantly in dead-space. “Ok boys, hit stealth mode and stay in communication range,” Caldwell once again issued to the pilots. The ship closed up the airlock and shot off away from the group until the darkness of space made it invisible. Seven different breathes echoed over the Comm, the only sound they would hear.

“Did anyone else just get an intense feeling of ominous doom?” Vasili spoke up as he looked around and saw nothing.

“Stay cool, Rustam,” Sgt. Katash ordered.

“The ship can come get us if we miss the Watchers,” Aeos added, sounding a little exasperated at the situation.

Decembrist picked up on this, “I’ll hold you as soon as we’re out of these suits, Ae. Don’t worry.”

“AAAAARGH DEC!” was all she could manage before an explosion of light appeared a ways off. The whole squad stared in awe as the Watchers’ ship dropped out of hyperspace and floated towards them.

“This is it people!” Havock announced. “Get your boots ready, we’ve got ONE shot.”

They all maneuvered into position, adjusting themselves as the ship drew closer. There was no way the pilots would be able to pick out seven small objects wearing black, floating in the middle of space. All the RAIDERS had to do was time themselves so their boots landed on the hull, then it would be a quick walk to the cargo bay door – which, according to their leaders, would be opened from the inside.

Flawless, their landing. All seven of the troopers attached to the hull as it slipped through space. “Come on, let’s get to the cargo bay before they enter hyperspace again.” It took effort walking across the ship, fighting the magnetic pull from their boots.

“Whatsa… happens when wesa… don’t makes it to the doorsa?” Grahim struggled to say as he picked his feet up, moving in tandem with Decembrist.

“Imagine how it would feel to be sucked through a straw and you’ve got the basic idea,” Njall answered apparently un-phased by the struggle.

“Shit… shit…” A Rustam-smoothie was all Decem could think of now. It would taste amazing, but really it wasn’t the outcome he preferred.

“It’s just up here!” Aeos called back from the front – she knew where she was going, having read the schematics. What a God-send the light pouring out of the cargo bay was. The Squad climbed over the lip of the entrance and planted itself inside. Everyone, even Havock who took that first step into the abyss, was relieved to be inside a ship again.

“Look sharp,” she said, exasperated. “As soon as the pressure to the airlock is restored, strip yourselves and grab a gun. Don’t shoot anything yet, but don’t trust anyone who approaches us. I’ll let you know if it’s our insider.”

The pressure indeed was restored, as indicated by a green light near the airlock entrance. All at once, the squad unclipped the gloves, boots, helmet and torso of their suits. The plastic clanked as it hit the floor, revealing the Shadowsuits the entire squad was wearing. Grahim quickly popped open the weapons crate and everyone grabbed their Silenced SMGs.

“Don’t forget your headgear!” Starfruit whispered, already wearing hers. The “headgear” she referred to was a simple headband outfitted with an eyepatch that had a heads-up display, similar to the visors on Stormtrooper helmets. They all adorned them, covering their right eyes with a green lens. Decem peered around through this new toy, which highlighted the other members of the squad as “FRIENDLY” as his gaze passed over. Grahim pulled out some concussion grenades, while Aeos and Njall pulled out some demo-charges they stowed.

Havock was running through the plan when the airlock door sighed open. The entire squad spun around and aimed their guns at the interloper. Seven little red dots fluttered on the chest of a woman with her mouth gaped open.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 10, 2009 4:30:22 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
“Bright! It’s Bright star!” Aeos cried out in soft whisper. She brought her weapon down and proceeded to push Decembrist’s aim off as well.  The collection of red spots on Brightstar’s torso soon left and the squad sighed in relief. They were not yet compromised.

The woman opposite them smiled nervously. It was good to see friendly faces again. She hated being alone on this ship.  Aeos lunged at Brightstar and hugged the taller woman. It was so good to see her face again.

“What I wouldn’t give to be in your shoes right now,” Decembrist mused. He grinned at her crookedly.

"Good to see you havent changed Vasili," Brightstar muttered in a grin over Aeos' shoulder.

“Glad to see you folks are acquainted with her, but we really need to move on now,” Havock muttered while she extended a hand out towards Brightstar who at this time had been released by Aeos. The two women shook hands.

“Welcome aboard Sergeant,”
“Thanks,”

Brightstar sure did make an impression with her flaming hair and violet eyes, though it was the sincerity in her face which caught people off-guard most of the times.

“Bright, where can we access the crawl-tunnels?” Jae asked stepping forward next to Havock. The rest of squad quiet down from their whispered discussions. Now, it was business time.

“Here, I’ll show you, “ Brightstar replied. She proceeded deeper into the cargo-hold and led the squad towards a small ladder which went right up and disappeared through a small opening of what will be start  of the tunnels they would enter.

“Stats on the people onboard?” Havock inquired as her eyes studied the opening.

“Two female pilots, two assisting pilot bots. One male technician. One prisoner, three escorting females.”

“One male technician you say?” Jae commented, she cocked her head with a few degrees to the left.

“Yup, the boss couldn’t find a female technician, poor guy though,”

“So, you would say, they don’t pay attention to the guy?”

“No, not really, they don’t even bother with his name, he got clean through the screening process, what more do they need?”  Brightstar replied.

“Jackie!” a voice suddenly called out. The squad alerted into a defensive start, their weapons aiming towards the entrance.

“Down here, just checking if cargo is secured, found some mice!”  Brightstar shouted back at the voice.

“Ya, get your ass up here, we’re jumping in a few,”

“Sounds good!” Brightstar answered. She turned to the squad and gestured them towards the ladder.

“Bright, any chance of sending the technician to meet us?” Havock inquired with a sly grin.

“Sure, I could arrange that,” Brightstar answered back, she waved at the squad and disappeared again leaving them alone.

“Why ya need the technician?”

“Well, if they barely pay attention to him, we can replace him,”

Njall and Beta glanced up excitedly.

“Not a chance, you two. We need someone a bit more experienced,”

The squad glanced at Decemrbrist who stepped back.
“Nu uh, I aint going in there, those women will kill me,”
“As in that never happens Rustam?” Aeos inquired sarcastically. Her partner glanced at with narrowed eyes.

“Enough, chit-chatting, squad, proceed into the tunnels. Spread out and explore. And please, whatever you do, don’t make a racket. Decembrist and I will wait here for the technician to arrive. We’ll chat with him for a few minutes of course; we can’t have the technician changing his personality when he returns to the ladies in the front.  Be prepared for the hyperjump. It might hurt.”

The squad nodded, and one by one the troopers disappeared through the opening till Jae followed at last, leaving Havock and Decembrist alone. These two quickly made themselves comfortable among the small boxes and other cargo, using the shadows at their disposal in the best manner possible. Mistakes at this stage would be suicidal.

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November 10, 2009 8:57:44 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright, or rather Jackie, entered the bridge bearing the confidence granted her by years of surviving more than she should have. A confidence that she had never really had a problem portraying to anybody. However, armed with the knowledge that there was a VE squad on this ship and that they were relying on her to provide them with what they needed to get the job done gave Bright an adrenaline boost that helped to burn off the fatigue of the last few months.

Of course fatigue and total emotional upheaval had always been a part of Bright's life. It was also the main reason why she had resigned from the VE in the first place. She had been on a headlong barreling roll towards burn out from which no one was ever known to come back from. So she did the only think she could think of, she ran. Not something she was proud of, but it was something she had come to terms with. If coming to terms with, meant doing everything and anything possible to cause trouble for the NR in the Mid Rim territories.

It was a surprise when she had been approached with the chance to help the RAIDERS. She wasn't sure at first that it would be the best thing for her, but having lived on the outside for so long and constantly dodging detection by NR forces and bounty hunters, all Bright wanted was to bring back the feeling of worth back into her life. This was a way to do it.

Of course Bright had never imagined that she would ever see friendly faces again. So seeing Aeos and Vasili again was as much a shock to her as it was for them. And having them on board had in a way helped her to see what she had missed about....what was that word? Home? A smile threatened to erupt on her features before Bright brought the urge under control.

"Jackie, where's your head at?" One of the pilots asked as hyperspace was locked in again. "Don't tell me someone like you gets homesick?"

Bright stared at the woman for a moment before sighing and blinking. She brought her hand to the back of her neck and rubbed tense muscles. "Hell, Dhalis, you've had us jumping all over known creation and back again. Is it so hard to believe that I could actually have feelings?" Bright cocked her head and smiled tiredly. It wasn't really an act, she was just playing off of real feelings that she'd been pushing away for a long time.

"Not so hard, I was just beginning to wonder when it would show." The pilot turned back to her duties and left Bright to gather her thoughts in peace.

Having gathered herself, Bright set about her next task. A simple glance around the bridge said that the technician was not there. Knowing were to look, Bright left the bridge quietly and slunk through the shadows to the Tech's quarters. Turns out he was already out his door and on his way to the bridge when Bright caught up to him. "Oh hey, Jackie, heard you found some mice in the cargo hold." He said with a nervous smile.

"Yeah, I did," Bright replied putting a hand on his shoulder and steering him, gently but firmly, in the direction of the cargo decks where she had left the RAIDERS. "I thought you said that you'd found a way of getting rid of those little pests, Techie?" She asked.

"I-I-I did, I thought." He said with a noticeable stutter.

"Well lucky you we get to see what the trouble is with your traps." Bright said as they entered the hold. In a way she almost felt sorry for the poor guy, almost.

"O-o-oh kay w-where did y-y-you see them?" He asked as they the hold. He turned only to find a couple of guns pointed in his direction.

"Huge mice, huh?" Bright said tightening her hold on the man's shoulder.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 10, 2009 4:07:36 PM    View the profile of Decembrist 
The single man in employ under the matriarchal Watchers dropped his jaw and popped his eyes in fear as he realized what was happening. He couldn’t possibly know the full extent of the situation he was in, but a woman putting a chokehold on him and two other people in espionage-like combat uniforms pointing guns at his chest were signs enough.

Katash dropped her SMG away from her target. “Alright, we don’t have much time. Take of your clothes.”

“Wha- wha- wha- what?” the man stuttered. Vasili cringed, unsure if the Techie was just scared shitless or if he’d have to try to portray a speech impediment.  “Y- y- you guys aren’t c- c- crew!”

“Ma’am, I dunno if I can act this dumb,” Decembrist said at Havock.

“Don’t worry Sergeant, you’re a natural,” his commander responded mock-reassuringly. D’Jonoc smirked through the strain in her face of trying to keep the Techie still.

“Now then,” Katash continued, “I believe I told you to take your clothes off.”

“What are you g- guys, m- m- m- m- military or something?”

Brightstar released her hold on him to enable the application of her elbow to his neck. The poor man fell forward onto the ground, moaning.

“Hey, l- l- l-isten, I never liked w- w-orking here anyways. I- I’ll cooperate!” he whimpered.

“Good, because you’ve wasted enough of our time.” Havock and Brightstar stepped away, mumbling things about how things were going to go down on this ship. They left Vasili to get his own cover ready.

Luckily enough, the man in question who he was supposed to imitate had some similar qualities, aesthetically. They must’ve been aboard this ship for a while because the Techie’s face was stubbly and his dark hair thick and greasy. Being the only technician on the ship probably meant little sleep hours, and the dark rings around his bloodshot eyes were evidence of that. If the crew really hadn’t paid much attention, Vasili may be able to pull this off.

“Really sorry about all this,” the Stormtrooper said as the other man got up, rubbing his neck. Vasili placed his SMG down on the crate he was now propped up against and pulled a zipper down on his Shadowsuit and produced a pack of cigarettes from inside. “Here,” he offered the technician, who took it with trembling hands. Vee lit both cigarettes and the two men shared a moment together. “You should really be giving me that jumpsuit,” after a minute of the technician staring at the wall.

“R- right,” was all he managed to reply. The man handed over all his accessories: various datapads, electronics, some wire cutters, and a set of keys. He seemed like a shell, like he knew what was coming. It wasn’t unjustified to think that his road ended here, on a spaceship full of ultra-estrogen feminists, probably getting paid next to nothing, because as soon as he handed over the folded up jumpsuit, Vee grabbed his SMG.

One short motion produced a burst of muffled gunfire. Blood splattered out the back of the technician, unable to bring himself to make any sort of resistance. Vasili dragged him across the floor and into the airlock, taking his possessions and his identity.
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November 11, 2009 11:04:59 AM    View the profile of Havock 
“Dammit Natisha!” Lianne stomped into the cockpit to find her first mate and Dhalis just about ready to make another jump to lightspeed. Her hand flew to her pistol as the pilot bots on either side of her twisted at her entrance. “I swear one of these days I'm going to shoot those creepy things you bought.”

Natisha didn't look up, she continued to input the jump data into the nav computer. “You're just mad I didn't spend the money on that rifle you wanted. Now that was robbery at the price that vermin was charging.”

Dhalis laughed next to the other female pilot. The leader rolled her eyes and leaned her elbows on the pilots chair. The truth was piloting was far down on her list of skills, not that she was going to ever admit to that fact.  “That gun was gorgeous, these...things, are ugly not to mention useless with you too around.” She sighed. “What was the commotion about a few minutes ago, I was napping.”

“Oh that was nothing. Jackie found more mice in the cargo bay, she sent the moron down there to sort it out.” Dhalis waved her arm which was caught by Natisha and placed back on the controls, that was one woman who hated to be distracted while she worked. She loved this ship, even named it The Andreadis after something from her childhood. Leanne never understood how pilots could become so attached to things like ships, but again this was just one of those things she was destined to not ever completely understand.

Leanne stretched, her hands grazing the top of the cockpit. “I'm sure Jackie can handle that then, I'm going to check in on the others.” She sneered at the pilot bots as she turned and walked towards the crew area of the ship.

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Decembrist cringed as he approached Havock wearing the techie's jumpsuit. She was half-standing and half-leaning on the ladder at the entrance to the crawl-tunnels the rest of the RAIDERS were exploring.

Aeos, Grahim, and Beta had gone starboard and were heading for the cockpit to assess the situation there. While Jaenna and Njall handled the port side of the vessel, gathering information on the main crew area. With Decembrist now in a position to cover the tech areas, the ship was basically covered by the squad.  It wasn't the first time RAIDERS had been reduced to using tunnels to make their way through a transport, and Havock was familiar with maintenance tunnels from her time as a vehicle crewman. Hopefully that meant that they would be able to pull off this crazy plan without any problems.

“This outfit is cramping my style.” He clipped on the utility belt while pulling and yanking on the stiff material.

“That's probably because it was made for a girl tech, now keep your voice down.” The look of horror on Decembrist face as he realized she was probably right was priceless. “Bright went back to the crew area so she's not missed. Head that way.” She pointed to the entrance to the cargo area. “She will nod you in the right direction, then just look busy for gods sakes. I'm going to try to catch up with Jaenna and Njall on the port side.”

He nodded and put a small device in his ear. “And I'll be able to hear you on this thing?” It must have had some feedback he grabbed his ear just has it got set into the ear canal.

She sighed. “Yes, and they shouldn't be able to detect it. If you tap it you can comm us, but don't do that unless you are clear, and I mean triple check you're not being watched Vee.”

“I have done this before, ma'am.”

Havock rubbed her temple. “Just do your best not to get shot.”

“Aww, I knew you cared about me.” He leaned closer with his hand on the ladder she was leaning against.

She raised her eyebrow. “Not really, but the paperwork I would have to do would drive me insane.” Sounds of movement made them both glance towards the entrance. “Get moving Vee.” She yanked the cigarette he was about to light out of his mouth.

“Hey!” She stuffed it back in the pack and jammed it in his breast-pocket.

“No smoking, now get to work.”

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“So he still hasn't woken up then? What the hell did you give him Tane?” Leanne peered into the makeshift cell that held their prisoner. Ay'Tim Reynoldo was a stout man, whose clothes alone could feed a family for a month. She detested people like him, that flaunted their wealth in such a way. In this case, all that did was make her current job easier. 

Tane was sitting with her feet propped up next to the cage like structure in the supply room, she had been enjoying the holomag she was reading and it annoyed her to no end to be stuck with baby-sitting duty in the first place. “Look Lea, I gave him the same dose we gave the last one. How the hell am I supposed to know how long he will be out? Frankly, I prefer him quiet.”

Leanne sighed and leaned against the cage. “Just keep an eye on him, I've got a bad feeling all of a sudden.”

“Must be something you ate, cause he's about as exciting as watching paint dry on a pod racer.” Tane lifted the mag and kept reading.

Leanne scratched her brown hair and moved back into the crew area, catching a glimpse of that techie heading for the engine room. “Hey you.” She moved in fast and he collapsed against the wall and tried to avoid eye-contact with her. Something about him seemed different, but she had never really paid attention to him anyway, Natisha had brought his stench on board when she claimed she couldn't find a woman to do the job. “Did you finally take care of that mouse problem?” He nodded solemnly, still keeping his head down, such timid creatures.

“I know one thing for sure. I'm never letting Dhalis talk me into transporting food cubes for the Hutts again, first the smell now this never ending mouse issue.” She looked at the tech with disgust and took a step back. “What are you still standing there for? Go on get to work.” He didn't wait even a moment, his body spun and he practically ran towards the engine room.
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November 13, 2009 11:31:03 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright entered the engineering room shortly before Decembrist burst in and headed directly to the far corner and began working on something, or at least he looked like he was working on something important.

"Hey, be careful would you." Bright called out, ice in her voice. She didn't like talking to Vasili like that, especially since she just saw him again after a long stint away from any sort of friendly faces, but she couldn't allow the others to see that she felt for him, in anyway. "Natisha will kill you herself if you hurt this ship." Catching Vasili's eyes she could only hope he could see the warning in her eyes.

For as long as Bright had known Natisha, the woman had always proved to be a match for her in almost all of her skills. Though Bright did have to admit that Natisha was a slightly better pilot and a bit of a better shot with a blaster. However, Bright had always been proud of the fact that the other woman had never been able to overtake her in direct hand to hand combat. Of course neither had Bright been able to overtake Natisha. When the time came, Bright was almost afraid to face down the hardened woman.

As she watched "the Technician" work, someone else had entered the Engine Room. Bright being a jumpy person naturally tensed before she realized that it was only Dhalis. "Hey, Jackie." The older woman said. "I'm headed for a rest, 'Tisha wants you in the Co Pilots seat in two minutes." Dhalis sneered at the technician and then added, "Do anything to this ship and I'll be the one holding you, Little Rat." Without another word Dhalis exited the room and headed to her personal quarters.

Decembrist smiled as she left. Bright could only imagine that he was thinking that he wouldn't mind being held by Dhalis at all. Bright was certain that he had noticed that Dhalis was actually rather pretty for her occupation. Perhaps the only one besides Tane that didn't have a single scar adorning her facial features. Her hair was the perfect hue to blend in to the shadows and her eyes were the shade of hard sapphires. They had a tendency to glitter menacingly whenever her gaze fell upon a man of any age.

Bright let Vasili's mind linger a bit on Dhalis before she kicked off the wall and made her way to his side. Smacking him hard on the back of the head she said, "I hope you know what you're doing because if this ship ends up destroyed you won't have to worry about those two coming after you, I'll do it myself." Bright smiled at her old friend and comrade and winked. "Just be careful, Vee. Dhalis knows how to handle herself and that vibro blade in her right boot. If you face her down, keep an eye on her left hand."

"Worried about me, Bright?" He asked in a whisper. "Since when do you worry?"

Bright smiled a distant smile then strode out the door. "I always have."

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The bridge was quiet as Bright entered. Silently she made her way to the co-pilot's seat. Natisha was in the pilot's seat with her head leaning back on the small pillow that Bright had given her only three weeks before. A small smile played on Bright's lips. "Glad to see you actually do use it." Bright said sitting with a sigh.

Natisha's eyes remained closed as she sighed. "I'm tired, J, I'll forgo the sarcasm if you will." She pushed a stray strand of reddish gold hair away from her face.

"Done." Bright replied as she monitored the controls for any anomalies. This was a side of Bright that was often suppressed. The side that craved the freedom to just jump from system to system, to go where she wished with no worries and no idea of what lay ahead. She was sure that now she would never be rid of that feeling. For as long as she's been with the Watcher's, she'd never been able to get rid of that sense of duty and responsibility that had ruled her actions as a trooper in the VE.

Natisha watched the younger woman. Bright could feel her gaze, but she pretended to remain oblivious. If anything Natisha was much more suspicious than Leanne. If Bright did anything that suggested that she knew that Natisha was watching her, Natisha would be on her so fast that Bright would have no time to react at all.

So instead Bright just continued to do what she was doing.

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Dhalis couldn't sleep. Rarely could she ever but she was sure that she would at leas be able to get an hour. As busy as she'd been lately she should have been able to sleep like a baby.

She sighed and ran her fingers through her shadowy hair. She rubbed the back of her neck and smiled. It was only a few hours ago that she had caught Jackie doing the same thing. She had to admit the girl had promise. If it hadn't been for the fact that Natisha and Dhalis had both voted that Jackie be kept with the crew, Jackie would probably still be on Ruusan. And after six months of working with the scarred red-head, Dhalis finally found a way to see the intense sensitivity underneath the hard outer shell.

Deep in thought Dhalis almost would have missed the falling body if it hadn't almost hit her. Throwing herself back she drew her vibro blade and straightened as the other person got up.

"Oh shite!" The other woman said as she straightened, her blue eyes wide yet suddenly focused. "Havock is going to kill me." She muttered just as Dhalis flew at her in charge.
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November 14, 2009 8:40:50 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
As soon as Aeos had disappeared through the opening to the service tunnels, she took lead with Beta tagging behind her on her heels. The poor trooper has lately seemed a bit off-colour  and was even more silent and reserved than usual.

“Scared Beta?” She looked back towards him, focusing her one uncovered eye on his face. The younger trooper shook his had and motioned for her to continue her way. For a few minutes they continued in silence till Aeos heard the familiar high toned squeaks of Grahim who had finally caught up with them.

“The others haves splits with Jae, yousa needs to go the front she said to mesa,” he squeaked at her agan.

Aeos cringed and nodded her head. His accent could sometimes get on her nerves.  And not too the mention the fact that volume control was quite difficult for the gungan at times though he wasn’t doing too badly right now.  Maybe he had finally taken her up on that speech therapy she once suggested to him mockingly.

“Gah!” she hissed softly and scolding her softly for not paying any attention to the small tunnel in which they were crawling. One of her hands had landed in a oil puddle a few meter back and it was with this same hand she had tried to wipe the hair small drops of perspiration out of her face, effectively smudging it black and oily.  She sighed and motioned for the two troopers behind her to continue. It was with difficulty at times that they climbed through the ship’s inner-workings bending their bodies and shrinking it to fit holes and ledges. Clearly anything technician working on this ship had to have a small build to complete his work successfully.

“We should be there in a bit,  these tunnels are crossing across the living quarters, the- oh crap!’

Coincidentally, earlier that day, Dhalis had called in the technician to fix the cooling vents which were installed in the roof. The technician completing his task, failing to screw supported grate which held the ‘door’ to these tunnels intact securely, with the consequence that Aeos fell right through as soon as her whole body weight had crawled onto it. She could only pray that Grahim and Beta would get away from the grid they were crawling in as fast as possible should Natisha decide to investigate it.

She scrambled to her feet, eyes wide and intense.

“Havock is gonna kill me” she muttered to herself softly. The woman opposite her launched at her, vibro-blade held offensively and swiped at Aeos’ face. The smaller girl dodged the swipe lithely and stepped back into the wall. With herself pinned to the mall, her opponent smirked and closed in. Aeos’ eyes narrowed while her instincts made the calculations to get out of this predicament. With only one option, Aeos lowered herself and pushed her one leg into the wall before pushing it off, barreling at the woman in a well-aimed tackle to the stomach. Her opponent had not predicted such stupidity from Aeos and was caught off guard and out of breath. While she had not completely recovered physically from the tackle by Aeos, her mind was already planning five steps away, and with a gasp Aeos fell to the floor when Dhalis plunged her dagger into Aeos’ upper thigh.

At that moment, the door burst open as Aeos was about to strike back Dhalish with her own withdrawn dagger, but with a accurate shot from Jackie’s pistol, Aeos could only lean back against the wall, numbed from the feeling that was spreading from the flesh wound in her leg.  Aeos tried blinking out the spots of her eyes, and she tried fighting the vast amounts of detached focuses which was seeping into her mind. She felt as if she was floating. She stared numbly at the needle Dhalish discarded into the bin next to the door, but she found her face forcefully redirected by Natisha. The latter stared at her coldly and Aeos felt a hard blow to her head.

“Tech must have snuck her aboard,” she heard someone mutter. Aeos tried to keep control over her motor functions but her legs gave way limply and she slid to the floor.  She closed her eyes and shook her head, forcing herself to remain awake. She opened them again. This time she was in the other side of the room! Aeos grunted in surprised.  How did she get over here? Did she really fall unconscious just now? And for how long? Had they been talking?  Aeos moaned while trying to fight the after-effects of the drug pushing up through her throat.

“Why not kill her?”

“She’ll fetch a good price”    she heard someone reply.  What was her name? Jackie…yes Jackie. Jackie wouldn’t hurt her. Aeos’ head spun as she tried to recall any information about her current situation, but it was with a shock that Aeos found herself at blank.

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November 14, 2009 11:42:49 AM    View the profile of Decembrist 
It was so very tempting to stay away from messing with the ship. Vasili had no formal training with vehicle machinery, which would be perfect for sabotage. Alone in the engineering room, as well! Damn, this was opportune. There were even a couple levers labeled “Hydraulics” within reach. One won’t hurt… There was just enough low humming from the ion engines to cover him.

But as if from the divine, a voice appeared in Decem’s head. “Decembrist, what’s the situation?” Havock was checking in. They must’ve been progressing nicely to be able to monitor Vee so closely. The new Techie placed his index and middle fingers on his ear and spoke, “This is boring, Havock. Couldn’t I just start having fun with all these buttons and screws?” He twisted a loose bolt on its screw, tinkering with the thought of bringing this ship down.

“What? No! Dec, I meant the situation with Aeos. What’ve you heard?”

Suddenly, all joy derived from the thought of sabotage was lost. Something about the way Sgt Katash asked this made Vasili concerned – something was going on. “Beta and Grahim said that she was compromised. You need to be there FIVE MINUTES AGO DEC.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Vee replied, only one goal in mind; save the damsel in distress.

Grabbing a massively heavy wrench off a nearby machine, the man who the Watchers thought was their technician managed a few steps towards his goal before running into his first obstacle. That obstacle happened to be a fire extinguisher slamming into the side of his head. Vasili crashed into an engine and fell to the floor. A squealing in his ear indicated that the earpiece Comm was broken. He picked himself up to his hands and knees, fighting a large, sudden headache. There was blood streaming down the right side of his face causing blindness in his right eye. “You’re coming with me, Little Rat. You’ve got some questions to answer,” an anonymous voice said from somewhere in the room.

Standing up warily, Vee’s blindness enabled Dhalis to strike her vibroblade into his left shoulder. The Tech-doppelganger roared in pain and instinctively struck down on the woman’s vibroblade-clutching arm with the wrench he was holding. She doubled over from the blow, leaving her blade lodged in his shoulder. From this position Vasili pulled his wrench upwards, driving it into Dhalis’ face and sending her backwards to the floor. She groaned miserably but would not get up.

I just got friggin’ stabbed! What the HELL. At least Dec was following orders, he recalled Havock telling him not to get shot.

Insanity was washing over Vee at this point. A certain bloodlust which he tried so hard to suppress with vice and chauvinism was emerging, brought about by the blood pouring from his shoulder and forehead. He removed the HUD Headband from his head and picked out the shards of plastic-screen from his skin. Then he stuck the headband in his mouth and bit down hard, preventing him from screaming too loud when he yanked the knife from his shoulder.

Aeos could wait. This woman, the one Vasili might’ve liked if she was any less of a witch, was what he had his sights on… violation of a different manner than the norm.

Being in the engineering room, there were all sorts of useful tools just lying around. Quickly Vee grabbed some duct tape and kneeled over Dhalis. He roughly flipped her over and taped her wrists together, then her ankles, then over her mouth. Then, with much struggle, he climbed on top of a machine and dragged Dhalis up, lifting her so her bound wrists suspended her on an appendage hanging from the ceiling.

Insanity in full swing, blood in his eyes, Vasili hopped down and grabbed Dhalis’ own vibroblade and cut her shirt off…




The small congregation of Watchers surrounding Aeos drew their pistols when the lights cut out. The dim, blue emergency lights popped on and the ship shuttered. Lianne was livid as she stepped out of the room and yelled up the main corridor, “Natisha, what the hell is going on?!”

The pilot yelled back from the cockpit, “We’ve… lost power. Lots of it. The Hyperdrive engine is down, as well as the Primary Life Support systems. We’re running Auxiliary on everything!”

All the Watchers were thinking one thing: the Techie. “Natisha, monitor all systems but STAY ALERT for yourself,” Lianne barked, “Jackie, you stay here and make sure he doesn’t come to collect his friend. Tane, come with me. We’re heading down to Engineering.”




Decembrist held his breath as the footsteps approached. He slid his unhealthily slim body in a crevice off the main corridor as two women appeared. Stripped out of the Tech uniform, down to his Shadowsuit, it would be hard to spot him in the dim blue anyways. The women passed, one sounding infuriated. “… suspicions about our intruder. Did you see what she was wearing? Not to mention an automatic weapon…” He could not wait for them to return from the scene he just set, so he slipped out after them and towards where they emerged from, hoping to find Aeos.




Tane almost didn’t hold her lunch down as she and her commander entered the Engineering Room. It was atrociously hot, filled with steam; probably the result of cracked life support power lines. The blue light highlighted an already sickening atmosphere. Through the steam they made out a figure hanging from the ceiling. Lianne approached unphased.

Dhalis hung naked, her eyes screaming because her mouth could not. Her blood coagulated on the floor below her. The last moments of this woman’s life were spent in torturous agony. Carved into her torso, in menacing, jagged characters:

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November 17, 2009 12:31:54 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Guilt filled Brightstar's mind. She could only remember one time in her life that she had ever intentionally harmed a comrade and friend. She was just glad though that this time she did not have to kill the second. As Leanne and Tane left, Bright turned to watch Aeos.

Her friend sat on the floor, propped up with her back to the durasteel wall. Bright could see the confusion in the woman's face and the lack of recognition when their eyes met. Was Tane's dose too much? Did Aeos even remember what had happened? Bright's eyes furrowed in thought. She had to find a way to keep Aeos and the rest of the squad safe. It may not have been her duty to before, but she was making it her duty now.

Heaving a sigh, Bright made to turn and check on the other prisoner when a strong arm wrapped itself around her neck.

"You shouldn't have done that." The voice sent chills up Brightstar's spine even as air was being cut off from her lungs. That was Decembrist's voice but it was a tone that Bright had never before heard the man use before.

Fighting for breath, Bright managed to choke out, "Vee, stop!" Her world darkening with each fight for breath.

The hold on her loosened and recycled air filled Bright's lungs. She felt her head jerked back and just as suddenly she was free. She spun around and met Vasili's eyes, except they were not the eyes she remembered him having. Startled by this, Bright stumbled back still greedily gasping for air.

"Bright..." Decembrist stumbled over his words. "You look like one of them." And Bright realized that was as much of an apology as she was ever going to get from him.

"Kriefing Hell, Rustum." The scarred women said massaging her neck. "I'll kill you later. For now watch her, I don't know what she remembers, if anything." Bright said indicating the blond woman now staring in their direction with wide eyes.

"Where are you going?" Decembrist asked taking hold of Bright's arm as she made her way around him heading for the entry.

Bright locked her eyes on his. It still unnerved her to see that they were still different then she last remembered, but she held his gaze defiantly. "I'm going to go see what I can do about evening the odds in favor of our friends." She said prying her arm out of the bigger man's grasp.

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The cockpit was shadowed, not a happy environment for Natisha to work with at all. Every time she heard something she jumped and she could swear that things were moving in the shadows. Maybe Jackie was right, she was just too paranoid. Looking over the controls, Natisha growled. What was wrong with her ship? And where the hell was Dhalis?

"How does it look?" Jackie asked from directly behind her. Natisha jumped and instinctively lashed out with a back hand.

"Damn it, Jackie." The pilot breathed. "It doesn't look good. I don't even know where the hell we are, the loss of power dropped us out of lightspeed and the hyperdrive is out." Natisha threw her hands in the air.

"I'm sorry my friend." Jackie said softly.

Something about the way she said it made Natisha turn and look at the violet eyed woman. It took Natisha a moment before she figured out that everyone had been wrong about the technician all along. "You."

Jackie's eyes held hers. And then the other woman nodded. That was all that Natisha needed to launch her out of her chair. She had been betrayed, and the betrayer would die.
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November 17, 2009 9:45:24 PM    View the profile of Havock 
Stuffy, tight, smelly even. Gah, Havock was hating these crawl-tunnels right now. And to top it off Aeos was missing, Decembrist was distracted by something, and her group seemed to be the only ones still in the tunnels.

“I think we are over the storage area, but there are way too many voices for there to just be supplies in there.” Njall had stopped over a small opening, Jaenna was less than a foot in front of him. It had taken quite an effort to catch up to the pair that had already made it to the midsection of the ship by the time she made it.

She edged up squeezing next to Njall so she could hear the conversation below. The storage area was farther towards the bridge than they originally had intended for their group to go. When Aeos had commed in with her problem, they three decided they may need to continue forward.

It sounded like an uncharacteristically timid Aeos and Decembrist talking below them. “Ae, doesn't sound good Hav. And I think that guy in the cage-thing might be our Viceroy.” Jaenna whispered as she pointed through the grate.

She nodded. “He fits the description we have, and I guess I need to get down there to check them both out.” Havock touched her private com. “Rustum, coast clear? You can just nod if it is.”

Decembrist twitched, he was just staring at Aeos, the whole scene was just off in some way she wouldn't be able to figure out until they got down there. He looked around then nodded. The grate was off a second later and the three troopers dropped through to the RAIDER controlled storage area.

“Njall, seal that door, try to make it look like its jammed rather than locked if you can.” Havock walked forward and touched Decembrist on the shoulder. He jerked and grabbed her wrist, twisting it. She immediately dropped her knee and pushed in grabbing the front of his shirt with her free hand. “Vee. What in the hell are you doing?”

He blinked and his grip loosened. “I...she needs medical attention.”

Havock stepped back from him and glanced to Jaenna who was flexing her right fist and glaring at Decembrist. “Jae, talk to Vee. I'm going to check on Aeos and the Viceroy here.”

She pulled out the small medical pack she brought with her, and knelt in front of Aeos. Her eyes were wide and dilated. She had a bleeding wound in her thigh, which looked like a stab wound from a dagger, and scorch marks on her hand from a burn.

She looked at Havock curiously but didn't say anything as the squad leader sealed the thigh wound and placed a bacta patch over it to help with the healing. The burn she only had a salve that would have to suffice until they could get to better medical supplies. As for her eyes, she knew that was the effect of some drug they had given the combat engineer.

“Ae, you know who I am?” She blinked and her head rolled lazily as she tried to focus.

“Umm, yea. You're...” She looked like she was about to nod off to sleep, the medic tapped her face to get her attention back. “Havock.”

“Well thats a good sign. Okay Aeos, you're going to need to deal with that fuzz in your brain for a little while longer. The good news is your brain will be clear soon, the bad news your head is going to hurt like hell at about the same time.” She smirked as the other woman groaned and leaned her head back against the wall.

Someone had managed to get the cage open, it didn't matter who at that point. She just walked through at checked the Viceroy's vitals. He was strong just completely unconscious. “Geeze, I'd hate to know what they gave this guy. He's completely out, but seems fine other than that.”

“Bright went to deal with the other pilot.” Jaenna grumbled as she walked up and closed the cage door behind her.

“Okay, where are Beta and Grahim.” She looked around at the lack of response and blank faces. “Great. Well then, lets assume we have at least two more of these Watchers to deal with, since at this point I don't think they are going to tell us anything. Jae you can hack into their computer and figure out where we were supposed to be going. Beta, if we find him, can fix the ship enough to fly. And everything is going to be fine, after we find the gungan and vehicle crewman we misplaced.”

This was not looking good, and neither were the RAIDERS in the room with her. Njall unjammed the door and they got ready to sneak around the ship. Although Havock got the impression she would find trouble before she found her missing troopers.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 19, 2009 4:23:47 PM    View the profile of Aeos 
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Not a good post, but something to keep us going  I hope,



She shook her head and tried recalling the face in front of her, connecting it to a name.
The man gave her a soft-slap through the face while the other hand gripped her own tightly, his eyes slightly wild with perspiration rolling down his temples and dripping from the scruffy and unkempt hair.
“Aeos, baby, its me Rustam,”

She grasped in vain at the flicker of familiarity in her mind, but she lost it within moments again.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you at a hospital, and the people will take care of you,” he continued babbling, ignoring the flickering lights and tremor lurches of the ship. He steadied her with one hand, while he searched her for any new scrape which made have appeared while he blinked.

“Decem, I need you to land this thing,”

Furious dark eyes glared up to meet with Havock’s strong stare.
“You have Beta,”
The Squad-Leader who wouldn’t be caught off guard twice by this darker presence which emitted from Decembrist deepened her frown.

“You’re a fly-boy, more that Beta can say for himself, this is an order. Now do it, and Bright could use some help sorting out at the front, I need to locate my missing men. Aeos will be fine here, “

The trooper stole a reluctant glance at his seated partner who only glanced at them stupidly blinking. He sighed and pulled his fingers through his hair. He gave her a squeeze on the shoulder, and got up to leave through the door. Havock shook her head and sighed.
“Now, Aeos, could you not do something stupid while I check on the rest of the squad?”
The girl grinned and nodded. Havock sighed again in resignation before leaving again through the door to attend to the viceroy and Jae.

She kept to herself and her silence, occasionally risking a shut-eye and other times racking her mind for some form of memory. 
A few minutes later an angry yell sounded through the ship. Beta…
Havock stormed into the room again, she faced screwed up in concentration.
“Looks like Beta found another Watcher,” she muttered to Aeos while she dashed around, trying to access the room light, her medpack might be needed soon…

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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 19, 2009 8:03:52 PM    View the profile of Decembrist 
Vasili arrived in the cockpit to a Brightstar that was huffing in the co-pilot’s seat, banged up and exhausted. He had to pause for a second to resist the urge to jump out and strike her down, still a little edgy from the incident in the engineering room. But he didn’t have to ask who she was or what just happened… the bloody knuckles and gashes on her face said it all.

“You kill ‘er?” Vee managed as he sat down and spun to face the controls. The thought of death wasn’t a far cry right now, given the events that surrounded the lack of power on the ship. He popped a cigarette in his mouth, thinking finally, and looked over to see what Bright was thinking in absence of speech. ‘Jackie’ didn’t move. “Oh. Shit.”

The former Sergeant was breathing, Dec could tell that much from where he was sitting. Taking a drag, he stood up (first checking to see the ship wasn’t going to crash into anything) and approached cautiously. There was a visible pulse in her neck, but Vasili placed his index and middle fingers up to it just to make sure. There was a sickening impulse to wrap his entire hand around her as he noticed the caking blood on his finger - which he pushed strongly to ignore. It was indiscernible whose blood it was. It could’ve been Dhalis’, Aeos’, or even his own.

She was still wearing those clothes, the ones that hid the flesh of a Watcher waiting to be carved into.

But she’s not Jackie. She’s Brightstar. She’s a friend. Let her rest. Said a voice inside his head that was not his own.

Sit down, buddy. You’re not done yet. Oh, and don’t crash this time, yeah? A third distinct consciousness spoke up.

Vasili started to calm. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth between the two fingers that had just checked for life and fell into the pilot’s seat. The steering column brought a cold discomfort as Vee gingerly wrapped his fingers around the handles. The last time he flew anything it blew up as he watched from a parachute. This time was different, though. There were no enemy flyers, no hyperdrives to blow up from the cockpit (previously destroyed manually), and no ground to fly into.

While thinking of the possibilities the thought of “success” came up. Vee took a moment to appreciate that possibility, taking his smoking hand off the handle and bringing it to his mouth. Of course that begged the question of where they were heading. Right now there were practically dead in the water with no warp speed option. He flipped a switch, a blinking light flickering to life nearby. Then, pulling down a radio from the panel to his left, twisted a knob.

“This is Decembrist of the E-9 class explorer vessel Andreadis hailing all channels, distress code Victor-Echo-Utah-Delta…” he called out into the fuzz of dead-air. This move, rather ingenious as far as basic piloting goes, provided in-the-know listeners with a secret code: “Vast Empire Universal Distress”. The pilots of their shuttle would undoubtedly pick up on this. Vasili held his breath, hoping his Navy training would be good for something (which historically it hadn’t been).

After minutes of silence, “Explorer Andreadis, this is the Mu2i class transport BarnStormer, we’ve locked on to your signal and opened a secure channel,” Vasili released a breath of smoke at this news. Far oooooout! “How’s everything going, Sergeant?”

“We’re dead in the water boys, no Hyperdrive. Sergeant Katash has the rest of the Squad cleaning up. We’ve got basic engines online, but we’re going nowhere fast.”

“Alright Andreadis, send us your coordinates and hold your course, we’re coming in to grab you. Finish up your business and prepare to initiate docking procedures. ETA thirty minutes.

Vasili inhaled a breath full of smoke and held it.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 19, 2009 8:57:30 PM    View the profile of Demented 
Demented and Karash sat outside Platoon Sergeant Tanus Solvona's office patiently, yet still eager to be on their way towards a new assignment. Alex Spickler had never been on a mission as a foot soldier for me and could barely sit still. Karash threw a quick look but refrained from saying anything.

Demented had been in 'command' positions within a Naval squadron before and knew how to handle pesky looks such as that. He simply ignored it and waited until the two were in the Platoon Commander's office.

"Gentlemen, you will be pleased to know that we have the location of your squad. You two are being dispatched immediately to rendezvous with them and assist them for the duration of their mission. Any questions before I send you on your way?" Tanus informed them.

"Just one sir, do we need to supply our own transportation?" Alex asked sharply.

"Yes, do you have a transport capable of hyperspace?" The Commander responded. Spickler gave a quick affirmative before Tanus handed him the coordinates of his new squad. "Good luck, you're gonna need it." Tanus said as he glanced at Karash. The pair gave a sharp salute then left the room. Their bags were already packed and waiting outside the Commander's office, so Demented showed Karash the way to his Modified Mindabaal Custom Yacht.

"Here she is," Demented said. It was his pride. The trooper had spent a lot of wrench time getting the ship just to his specifications.

"Hopefully it works better than it looks," Karash said sarcastically. This, again, aggravated Demented. But no worries, Demented thought, I have a surprise.

*****

It took a good half hour of prep time for Demented to get the ship thoroughly inspected and ready for departure. He started the engines and pulled the ship off the ground flawlessly. Accelerating, Demented punched in the coordinates and told Karash to prepare for Hyperspace.

"Your seatbelt is in the first room to the right, bud." Demented advised. He heard the door shut, and a moment later, Karash began yelling.

The restrainment straps must be working properly, Demented told himself as he flipped autopilot on. The door opened as Alex passed the room, he just gave a smirk towards Karash and kept walking.

Karash yelled a simple, "Hey! Lemme outta here!" for forty-five minutes before Alex came back and let him out.

"Now, no more sarcastic remarks," The Private First Class said. Karash gave a simple glare and walked out to the main, 'living' room of the yacht. Alex flipped on a holo of the current mission and they began taking notes to be more prepared for their upcoming mission.

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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 20, 2009 6:50:49 PM    View the profile of Karash 
"Hopefully it works better than it looks," Karash said in his usual sarcastic manner.

“Now Karash I think you need to try to be more accepting in evaluation of new things and others. Whenever you see something you are intimidated by you react sarcastically and defensively, this would contribute to your stress levels. Maybe if you allow new things in then maybe they can help.”

The words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the all that had happened to him within the past few weeks. Karash had admitted himself to an ‘institution’ on medical grounds but really it was just a way to escape the real world, which was not being very pleasant to him at that particular time. ‘Allow new things in’ that had not gone very well so far as he had basically ignored this new trooper and reverted to his old sarcastic ways when speaking to him.

“Well not anymore.” Karash stated to himself.

It was not too long before Alex or whatever his name was, Karash did not learn names too quickly, instructed Karash that they were ready for takeoff and h had better get aboard. The ship from the inside looked considerably better than it did from the outside and Karash began to feel slightly more comfortable.

“Your seat-belt is in the first room to the right, bud." The trooper said with a grin on his face.

Unsuspectingly Karash entered the room and was about to make himself comfortable when a series of detainment straps wrapped themselves around him. He automatically yelped and tried frantically to either get out of the hold he was in or reach for his weapon to start shooting things. Not too long afterwards Demented walked past and did nothing but stare at Karash.

‘How dare he! Once I am free from these I will personally see to it that he is wrapped up!’

Time continued to float by as Karash struggled against his restraints ever hoping he might get free and then deal with his captor.

"Now, no more sarcastic remarks," said the Private as he finally freed Karash.

Ready to get up and pounce on to the trooper Karash prepared himself when suddenly that same irritating voice popped up in his head ‘be more open, kinder, more accepting’. For some bizarre reason Karash listened to his conscience and poured all his anger into a glare that he hoped that Demented had seen and recognised. The two troopers sat in a small room taking notes on the mission that was waiting, Karash withholding any other emotion other than peace and calmness. There was a small beeping sound that the ships pilot went to investigate.

“Looks like it’s them, a distress signal is being sent out. We should be there soon.” He said.

Karash could offer nothing in return but a small nod as he still could not bring himself to speak to his former captor. Demented just went about some business that Karash did not pay attention to. ‘How dare he just try to talk to me after what he did! Screw this acceptance and free love nonsense as soon as we meet up with the RAIDERS, he’s going to find out just how sarcastic I can be.’ With that thought they just continued to drift towards their destination not knowing what would meet them.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 21, 2009 3:30:32 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright could hear everything. Her eye's however refused to open. Never before had she ever had to fight so hard to stay alive. Well, with the exception of facing off against a Noghri. The thought sent an invisible shudder through her mind. That was one experience she did not want to repeat.

Hearing the exchange between Decembrist and another pilot, Bright took the moment to gather herself. Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes to find and get rid of Leanne and Tane. The battered woman heaved a heavy sigh, that ended in a cough. Although Bright was sure there were no busted ribs, she was absolutely certain that they were badly bruised.

"Where's Sergeant Katash?" She asked as she sat forward holding her aching ribs.

Vasili just stared at her. Though he appeared to be calm, Bright was sure he was fighting with some sort of urge to kill her just now, so she waited. "Cargo Hold." He said without looking at her.

Bright nodded and dialed the inter-ship comm system channel for the cargo hold. She was taking a risk that Leanne or Tane would hear her but she had to put the rest of the crew on alert. Waiting for someone down there to answer the comm channel was nerve wracking for the former sergeant.

"Rustum you had best have a good reason for calling me down here on this ship's systems." Bright smiled as she looked over at Vasili who looked almost properly abashed.

"Yes, Ma'am I do." Bright said formally and all business now. "I have to warn you that there are still two Watchers on this ship somewhere."

"Tell me something I don't know, Brightstar." Havock replied.

Bright rolled her eyes at the use of her full call-sign. "We have thirty minutes in which to rid the ship of both threats. Vee and I have the cockpit secured. But if you need any assistance I'll be more than happy to oblige."

"No, remain with Decembrist. We'll be fine down here. Havock out." Bright sat back and stared out the view-screen for a moment.

"I need a change of clothes." She muttered to herself. "And what I wouldn't give for my Flyhighs about now." She wasn't sure when she'd started talking to herself like she was, but she was sure that thinking out loud like that had helped to keep her sane during lonely times on this ship. Always she had been thinking of what she'd thrown away and what she craved to have back.


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November 21, 2009 9:53:17 AM    View the profile of Grahim 
Grahim woke with a terrible pain in the back of the head. Hata hata mesa isa in bombad trouble, mesa need to report to Havvie. Grahim thought and tried to move but noticed that he was straped to a chair. He saw beta on the other side of the room.

“Beta isa yousa okeeday?”

“Don’t talk!” A women yelled before she continued. “So you are awake, Alien scum.”

“Mesa isa not una scum, yousa isa una scu…” Grahim said before he the woman’s got a fist in his stomach.

“You only talk to answer questions, understood scum?” The woman said. Grahim nodded as answer. “And if you don’t answer my questions I won’t hesitate to kill or cripple you.” Grahim saw that the woman were serious, his only thought was that she were a monster from his worst nightmares.

Grahim tried to think up a way to get away or tell his squad were he was. He knew that he and Beta would be killed if they would have to stay there to long. Beta was not longer conscious he had fainted when the woman had broken his leg because he did not answer a question. Grahim wondered why she used so terrifying methods to get information, surely Grahim had used them on people to but not to this extent, or at least that were what he hoped.

“I hope you can answer my questions better?” the woman said and laughed. Grahim gulped. “Why were you sent here and who helped you onto the ship?”

“Itsa was Leanne whosa hired us to get rid of some people.”

“Who was it you was ordered to get rid of?”

“Una was Tane, den dere were Dhalis, Jackie and Natisha.”

“I don’t believe you!” The woman yelled. “But if what you say is true I can’t trust Leanne.” She knocked out Grahim.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 21, 2009 9:04:42 PM    View the profile of Havock 
Havock dropped to her knee as they were about to pass a partially open doorway. There was yelling, it sounded like the remaining two Watchers.

“You are insane, Tane. You let these two dick heads convince you that 'I' caused this mess?” Leanne pointed at her chest then picked up another random item and threw it at the other woman.

“The slimy one, it knows our names, Lea. Would you like to explain THAT?” She kept her pistol trained on the leader as she moved around the small island in the center of the room full of more projectiles for Leanne to use.

Someone groaned, it sounded like Beta. Unfortunately for him, Leanne was right next to the poor PFC when he started to come around. Leanne laughed as she tossed Beta like a rag doll through the doorway, just barely missing Jaenna. Havock put her hand on the other woman's shoulder to stop her from running directly into the room and tackling one of the women. “We need to help Grahim. I think you and Njall can go around, come in the room from behind them.”

“What the hell do you mean, 'help Grahim'. Wait, you are not going in there alone, Hav.” She glanced behind her ASL. Aeos was watching the cargo hold, until they could get her some better medical help she needed to stay put. Decembrist and Brightstar had the cockpit secured. Which left Njall, Jaenna and Havock investigating the remaining Watchers.

“The leader and someone named Tane is in that room, right there. We out number the two of them. I think we stand the best chance if I distract them while you guys go around.” Havock could see through the broken door the dark haired leader was cursing and throwing items around the room that looked like a kitchen unit, while the other one, Tane, continued to point her blaster at the woman.

Havock motioned to Njall to come up next to her, Jaenna's eyes were still glued to her but she had to ignore the green orbs for now. “She's distracted, on my mark head to that hatch and come in the back entrance to the kitchen. Be ready for a fight as soon as I give the signal.”

“You got it, Hav.” A rather large crash prompted Havock to nod and Njall took off towards the door on the far side of the room, he knelt down and waited for Jaenna. 

“Okay Jae, you ready?” When she turned to look at the woman she cared about way more than she should have, she knew immediately that she was about to get yelled at. “We don't have time for this, Jaenna.”

She inched closer and angrily whispered. “That crazy pistol waving bitch right there is not going to ask you who you are. And the other one just threw Beta like he was nothing through a door, dammit Hav-”

Her hand on the other girls shoulder seemed to silence her rant for the time being. The hands falling on both of their shoulders should have caused them to turn around, but it didn't. They were locked in a stubborn contest and the winner was yet to be determined. “I can cover you from here, will that solve the problem ladies?”

Havock's eye twitched but she still didn't turn away. “You sure you're up to it Ae?”

“Yes.”

Jaenna made an exasperated sound before releasing her clenched jaw to mutter. “Fine.” Once the coast was clear she ran up next to Njall and the two of them went through the hatch to double around.

Havock stood up and walked through the broken door just as Leanne was about to slam a pan into Grahim's face, for what looked like not the first time. Tane still had the pistol raised and pointed at her leader. Between angry and jumpy she wasn't sure which was more likely to get her killed at this point.

“I wouldn't do that. If I were you.” Havock leaned against a refrigerator unit near the entrance and directly across from the back exit to the room, where Jaenna and Njall should be entering.

“Who the Hell!!” Tane's target quickly changed to Havock and Leanne dropped the pan slowly and took several slow steps in the same direction.

“You ladies having fun with your fishy friend there?” Havock pointed at Grahim, and nonchalantly placed her hands in her pockets. At the moment she was just stalling, so it was better to act as though she never saw Grahim in her life, when actually she was looking him over for any obvious injuries. It was becoming clear RAIDERS would need a whole medical frigate after dealing with these Watchers.

“She asked you a question. Who the Hell are you and why are you on MY ship?” Leanne's hand brushed against her blaster rifle which was clinging to her hip.

“Ship?” She looked around in mock confusion. “I thought this was a space station. Heh, me and my poor sense of direction.”

“Can I shoot her now, Lea?” The leader looked actually a bit confused and came up to stand next to the other woman then seemed to inspect Havock.

“Haha.”

Now that pissed them both off. “What exactly do you find funny, intruder?”

“She needs your permission to shoot me, thats amusing. What, can't decide when you want to fire your gun all by yourself, little one?” That did it, Tane stepped forward growling curses more than speaking them. She raised the pistol right to Havock's temple and dug the barrel in. She looked at Tane and smirked calmly, which only infuriated the woman more.

Just as she was about to pull the trigger her body jerked and she blinked looking deep into the blue eyes watching her calmly. Her arms went limp seconds before her legs gave out and she fell to the floor from the fatal shot to her upper back. Once she fell Havock locked eyes with Jaenna and winked, then took off running at the leader who was standing there in shock at what had just happened.

The woman reached for her blaster but it was too late. Havock ran into her full tilt knocking the air out of Leanne's lungs. That didn't last too long though, she was better at hand-to-hand combat than Havock had given her credit for. She quickly shifted her weight and started to punch Havock in the stomach repeatedly.

Coughing she rolled away from the angry leader, giving her enough time to now get her blaster rifle out. Havock kicked up knocking the weapon up sending a bolt into the ceiling, then quickly rolled to her knees and up to her feet before Leanne could recover.

“Seriously, who are you people?” Havock didn't answer, she nailed Leanne in the jaw with a right hook sending the woman staggering back. “You're on my ship, how in the hell did you all get on my ship.” She wasn't even fighting back, she knew she was beaten. Havock hit her with her left fist causing her to spit some blood.

Leanne just smirked and reached behind her. Havock drew her weapons then her eyes went wide when she saw it wasn't a blaster of any kind the beaten woman was grabbing. “Run!” She shouted behind her. Njall grabbed Grahim and ran through the door. Jaenna couldn't see it right away and lagged a bit. Havock grabbed her and they fell through the door just has the explosive Leanne had in her hand went off, destroying most of the room.

She stayed there for a few moments thinking about everything that had just happened. At least the room had been central and away from primary systems. As long as they didn't need to eat, its destruction shouldn't effect anything.

“Hav?” She blinked and lifted her head. “Comfy?”

Havock rolled her eyes and smirked. “You okay?” Jaenna nodded as she was finally released when the  squad leader rolled to her feet and stood. She glanced over to Aeos who didn't look any worse than she did before.

Havock walked over to where Njall was kneeling between Grahim and Beta. The gungan had a concussion and a few bumps and bruises beyond that but he would be alright. Beta on the other hand had a broken leg, and definitely a few broken ribs, but he was awake.

There was a noise which caused all the conscious troopers to look towards the cockpit. Decembrist came into the room. “Some help has arrived, the men are on their way over. And apparently they have medical supplies.”

“Good we need it.”



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okay so Demented and Karash you can come over to the Watcher's vessel now. Beta will be heading back in Demented's ship and we will be staying. We still need to find out who paid for the Watcher's to kidnap the Viceroy. The rendezvous is closer than we think and these guys are going to find us, so we will need to impersonate the Watcher's to stay alive at first, but also to get that information. If the Viceroy wakes up he is not going to be happy about his situation. I'll get you more info on the actual people who we we will be dealing with tomorrow. Sorry I had to stop where I did, but I'm literally falling asleep and anyways its your guys turn to have some fun
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November 21, 2009 10:17:12 PM    View the profile of Brightstar 
Bright sat forward in her seat as she felt the explosion that rocked the ship. "Emperor's black bones, Can't any of you keep from destroying this ship!" She said standing and checking if any of the internal systems were damaged.

Decembrist watched Bright, fiddle with controls and knobs and check readings. Flags of color appeared on the woman's pale cheeks. It occurred to him that Bright cared for this ship far more than she did about those who had commanded it. "Seriously, you betrayed them but you want to keep the ship?" He said.

Bright stiffened at the word "betrayed."

------Flashback-------

"Traitor!" Natisha had yelled as she panted in the corner near the entrance. "After all we have given you?" She spat blood. "You chose strangers over us."

Bright panted in her crouching stance. Blood ran from a scalp wound, a gift from underestimating Natisha's speed. She said nothing and let her eyes do the talking. Natisha could never understand. These people were everything she had been and could be again. Bright's silence only served to enrage the blond woman opposite her.

Bright was hard put to dodge Natisha's lunge this time and instead took another hard hit to the ribcage that sent the air from her lungs. In a way Bright had felt she deserved the beating she was getting but now she was certain that Aeos would not appreciate having her chance to beat Bright herself taken from her.

Bright dropped and rolled allowing Natisha's next attack to slide harmlessly over her head. Bright then stood tall and took her familiar fighting stance. "You will never understand, Natisha."

But it was clear now that the other woman didn't want to understand. She had seen blood, she wanted Brightstar dead. Natisha came at Bright in a feint and quickly switched course and came around with a backhand at Bright's left temple. Bright blocked and countered with an unorthodox open palm strike that slammed hard into Natisha's unprotected shoulder. It was a shatter strike that Bright had learned as a child from her instructors on Bakura. She had never seemed to get it right as she had never had the will to cause that much damage to someone that she had come to care for.

The effect on Natisha however was as it should have been. She cried out but that was not enough to drown out the sickening crunch of bone beneath Bright's palm. She jumped back and came back in with a close fisted right hook that caught Natisha across the jaw. And again Bright struck bringing the heel of her other hand up against Natisha's nose and shoved up with the strength of all her years of survival.

Natisha fell to the ground, shuddered twice and exhaled. She did not move again and would not ever. Bright looked down at the dead woman. "Sorry 'Tisha." She said quietly.

--------End Flashback------------

"Bright?" Decem gripped her shoulder tightly and shook slightly.

Bright's eyes focused on Decembrist and scowled. "What?" She said sourly.

The taller man took a step back and held up his hands. "Just wondering if you're alright." He said "You just seem to care about this ship alot. I didn't even know you knew how to run a ship."

"Well I do," She said calming herself and returning to what she was doing. "If that explosion was what I think it was, We don't have to worry about the other two Watchers."

"Well that's a relief." Vasili said as she sat at the pilots controls again and took the incoming call on the comms.

She didn't hear much of what was said, but whatever it was it was good news according to Vee. She watched as he made his way to the cockpit entrance and then called out. "And tell them to stop destroying my ship."

Decem only waved his hand and walked away. Bright sighed and turned her back to the console she was looking over. closing her eyes she slid to the floor and put her head in her hands. The word Betrayer echoing in her mind.

"What have I become." She whispered to herself.




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Yes folks this is all part of Bright's character now. Natisha is not the only person she has betrayed during her time in retirement. As such she may seem to second guess herself often. Keep in mind that she's still a deadly opponent but she will often remove herself mentally from forming any sort of bonds.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 23, 2009 4:35:44 PM    View the profile of Karash 
Karash and Demented entered the ship which held the RAIDERS, on first impression the ship seemed to be normal. However on closer inspection it was clear that there had been one hell of a fight, this did not surprise Karash however Demented looked a bit taken aback but nevertheless the troopers continued to make their way through the ship trying to find any sign of life.

“What do you think happened here?” Demented asked, seemingly forgetting the previous problems between the two.

‘Oh I can talk now without getting tied up... Remember keep calm.’
Karash paused before answering the trooper, “Considering the RAIDERS are here... well just about anything can have happened.”

The two troopers continued to walk in silence trying to find somebody, even Karash was starting to become unnerved at the fact there was no one here.

“Don’t move!” a booming female voice cried out.

Both Karash and Demented froze on the spot but Karash knew that voice and he answered quickly because he knew that patience would not last long. “Havock, I expected a better welcome than that.” Karash spoke with a smirk on his face.

For just a moment there seemed to sense of relief and happiness of Havock’s face that was quickly replaced by the more stern expression which she had previously. “Karash they didn’t tell us it was you, who is that?” Havock spoke in reference to Demented.

“Private First Class Demented transferred from the Navy and placed into RAIDERS, ma’am.” The trooper spoke with an embedded sense of respect.

“Navy you say, well then they could use you in the cockpit. Get up there trooper, I will fully brief you later.” Havock spoke with a reciprocal tone of military proficiency.

Karash shot the trooper a scornful look as he trotted off towards his destination, but his attentions quickly turned to Havock and now Jaenna. “So what the hell has happened here?”

“You seriously do not want to know but we sure could use your help now. Most of the squad is injured in some way and Hav is too busy to deal with it all on her own.” Jaenna spoke before the SL could.

“I am actually quite surprised you all managed to stay alive.” Karash was actually grinning as he spoke ‘more open’ he thought to himself. “Hav I am surprised to see you are relatively unscathed.”

“That is quite enough from you trooper.” Havock said jovially. “But seriously how are you Karash?”

“No time for any of that now, there is work to be done.” Karash said, in his slightly more serious and usual tone.

Karash simply nodded and let the SL and ASL get back to their business, he was sure they had a lot to do or at least it looked like they did. He did not really know where he was going or who it was that was hurt or even if it was peoples that he was familiar with. However he continued to walk through the ship, for what could have only been a few minutes, thinking to himself; ‘Why did I come back to this business? It will not help me in the slightest, who the hell is that?’
“Come on then who are you and what’s wrong?” Karash spoke readying himself for an attack.

“Karash? Is that you?” The clear voice of Aeos spoke out.

“Yes it is but there is no time to speak as you people seem intent on getting yourself killed without me.” Karash stated sarcastically.

“Nothing serious just a leg wound and head injury.” She spoke slowly but nonetheless Karash felt it necessary to inspect further.

Karash looked at the stab wound and checked her head and every now and then let out a little sigh. “She hasn’t done that right...humph... oh dear...” Karash continued to mumble until his comm. device buzzed.

It was a message from Havock stating that Jae was trying to get the long range communications devices back up and running and that she wanted Karash to come up and check the Viceroy. As he walked back through the corridors of the ship, towards the Viceroy, Karash’s initial concerns seemed to evaporate and once again he was happy to be with the RAIDERS.

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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 24, 2009 12:07:22 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
By the time that Decembrist had returned to the cockpit, Bright was already in the pilots seat pulling up the navigational logs for the last standard month. Noticing his return she pointed back out the cockpit. "Engineering, Pal. You broke it, you fix it." Though she didn't fully look up at him, Bright's eyes indicated that she could see him quite clearly.

"And you are you?" Bright asked the other man that had entered just after Decem. To him she gave her full attention.

"Private First Class Demented, Ma'am." Bright visibly cringed at being called ma'am. "I'm a transfer from the navy and placed into RAIDERS Squad. I have order's from the Squad Leader to be here, Ma'am."

"Don't call me ma'am." Bright said with a scowl. "If you must call me anything, call me Bright, Or Brightstar. But not ma'am, I'm not a member of the squad I'm just the one who got them on board." She sighed and ran a hand over her face and through her hair. She winced at the cut just above her hairline. Finally she shrugged and pointed at the copilot's seat. "You sit there. Pull up damage reports, and don't hold back anything that seems unimportant. I've gotta find out where exactly we are and where we were headed."

The PFC did as Bright told him too with a short nod. She watched him for a moment to be sure he actually did know what he was doing before turning back to her own task. God's all bless! Was it really necessary to jump that many times, Dhalis? Bright asked silently. The list she had finally managed to pull up on her console seemed almost endless.

"So, Ma'am," Bright shot the new man a glare that could burn. "I mean, Brightstar, is that your given name?"

Bright continued to stare. Was this guy really trying to make conversation with her? After all she'd been through in the last few hours, and indeed the last few weeks, Bright almost snapped.

"Actually no, it isn't her given name." A familiar masculine voice said behind them. Bright turned her gaze upon Vasili and raised a thin brow. "Hey, don't look at me that way. Jae and Hav sent me away. Apparently they don't trust me to fix it more than harm it." Bright noticed that the man could actually look at her now.

Part of that may have been do to the fact that she had made a quick change while he was gone. She no longer wore the garb of a Watcher. Instead she was wearing something that made her feel almost human again, her lizard hide armor. She never went anywhere without it and she had been so certain that she could find some use for it on this ship sooner or later. She was glad now that she had it.

"Well then what is her given name?" Demented asked. His curiosity was beginning to bug the injured red head.

"Cool it, Brighty, he's just making conversation." Vee said folding his arms. "Unfortunately, Demented is it?" The PFC nodded as he glanced back at the console he was at. "Not too many people actually know it."

Brightstar rolled her eyes and then stood. She pointed at Decembrist and then pointed at her chair. "I'm going to go check on the progress with those Long range Com's." With that she left the too conversationalist to themselves. Besides two former navy guys were better than one, and she needed to see what had happened in Engineering. She was sure though that she wasn't going to like it.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 24, 2009 3:07:26 AM    View the profile of Aeos 
He’s name his Karash.
“Karash? Is that you?”  she asked. Slow. Unsure.

“Yes it is but-“
He continued on and one, and she heard herself vaguely responding to his questions. She knew his name! His face.

Havock entered into the room, Aeos stole a glance at her Squad-Leader and sighed. She still failed to recognize her. Karash muttered again at her and left to check up on the next patient.

She sat still as he had ordered through his mumbles, and tried to keep her leg as still as possible. About two hours had passed since he had gone and Aeos groaned in boredom, pushing her head to the wall behind her. Currently she was applying pressure to the wrap on her leg, keeping it there while waiting for Karash to return. She remembered his face. Even if she failed to recall her own name, the memory of remember this slightly sarcastic introverted individual gave her a form of hope.  The lanky latter reappeared at the door. Aeos smiled softly, he didn’t even know she was suffering a memory breakdown. The Squad-Doctor took a seat next to her again, mumbling again while he took her hand away from the wound on her leg to inspect the bleeding.

Slap.

Karash stared wildly at Aeos who was now heaving in rage.  His left cheek bore a red imprint of her hand. His one hand gingerly touched the slapped side of his face. His eyes flashed.

“Aeos-”

“You don’t touch me again,”

The woman stood up abruptly, and limped out of the room leaving a bewildered Karash behind.  Blind with fury Aeos stomped down the corridor. She couldn’t believe the nerve of some people.  They don’t even know each other, and he’s has the nerve to be feeling her legs.

Smack.

“Aeos!”  Something or someone called out underneath her. Flustered Aeos untangled herself from Brightstar. Once the two ladies had assembled themselves back into composure, Brightstar inspected Aeos.

“Karash took a look at your leg yet?” she inquired.
Aeos glanced at her confused.

“Blond-dish guy, not very talkative,”

Aeos blushed, realizing suddenly about whom Brightstar might possibly be talking.
“Err,”  she started.

“I’ll take you to him, you really ought to take care of yourself,” Brightstar clucked in mirth. Despite the front, and despite her lack of memory, Aeos caught the absence of humor in her friend’s eyes.

Suddenly the ship jolted. Brightstar lost her grip on Aeos along with her balance, and the two woman tumbled once again to the ground.  A shadow leapt over their floored bodies.

“Jae!” Brightstar called out, pulling herself upright.

“Either our viceroy’s friend are early, or Decembrist really screwed this ship over, I’m on my way to him to find out,”  Jae called over her shoulder at Brightstar. 

The woman heaved her shoulders again, definitely feeling the frustration of this mission looming over her. She glanced down at Aeos who sat with her head between her knees, groaning.

“Geesh, Brightstar, what in seven hells are you doing here? And what happened? I just remember pulling on a spacesuit,”

Brightstar sighed again and pulled Aeos to her feet.

“You haven’t missed a lot; let’s get you to Karash,”
“Karash is here?” Aeos asked excitedly, grinning through the one big wince she had displayed on her face.  It was always good to see returning faces to the squad.

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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 24, 2009 9:08:50 AM    View the profile of Havock 
Havock stomped through the narrow hallways of the ship. It was starting to seem like every new room she went in had yet another problem for her to deal with. Walking up to the door leading into the cargo area, the door failed to open completely sending her arm and shoulder through the small opening and the rest of her to an abrupt halt. “Kriffin' Hell.”

With a sigh, she pushed her way back to the other side of the door and whacked the controls. The door made a pitiful whining noise but opened. Rolling her eyes she found Njall moving the bodies of the Watcher's into the air lock. “How's this going?”

He stopped and looked completely exhausted. “Almost done, one more...body, and I can open the air-lock and get out of here.” He looked over a bit fearful at his candor. “Ma'am.”

“Its okay Njall. I wouldn't want to be in here any longer than I had to either.” She nodded and patted him on the shoulder before turning and heading back towards the main crew area.

Havock saw a still very out of it Aeos and Brightstar on the floor, which distracted her enough to miss Jaenna running right into her. “Ow.” She was about to continue when a jolt hit the ship sending them both falling into the wall. The other two women were back on the floor. “Jae check them, I need to see whats going on. Then you get back on the computer we need to see what data we can find.”

“I know, most of the files are corrupted, but yea, you're right.” They broke off and headed in their respective directions.

Havock ran a tired hand through her brown hair. There was way too much to do and not nearly enough time to do it. She had a drugged Viceroy that they needed to get back to his home planet. A group of who knows what coming to get the Viceroy in less than three hours. And, just for fun, a ship that was falling apart at the seams.

Decembrist and Demented were trying to get a handle on the various alarm lights that were blinking on the control panels around the cockpit. It was nice, at the moment, to have not one but three former navy pilots in RAIDERS. “What's the situation in here?”

Decembrist grumbled a bit before waving a hand at the eager PFC who was about to formally report. “Bright went to check on the long range comms. Hyperdrive still seems to be shot to hell though. The jolt was the port hydrolics...rebooting.”

“Right.” Havock rubbed her temple. “Geezus Vee, you really did have some fun in engineering, didn't you?”

“Ma'am, if I may.” Demented flipped a few switches then turned to face the SL. “I think I know how to fix the hyperdrive.” She motioned for him to continue. “I saw some supplies in the cargo bay that we can use, the majority of the damage was caused by cutting of primary wiring.” Decembrist scoffed and she sent him a glare. “If I can find the right wires, the actual fixing is time consuming but not difficult.”

Havock nodded. “Sounds good, get on it Private.” He jumped up and left the cockpit almost running into Njall who was entering the hatch behind her.

Her comlink crackled to life. “Hav, its Karash. The Viceroy is finally coming around. You didn't do this to him right?”

Havock rolled her eyes. “No Kar, he was like that when we found him.” This really was the last thing she needed. She was glad the man was getting better, bringing him back in a coma would do nothing for public relations. But right now there were way too many other things to worry about.  She looked over at Decembrist, who had leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "Karash, where is Aeos?"

"I bandaged her hand, and had her to lie down on a bunk in the crew quarters. Something tells me she didn't stay put though, that kind of behavior would be typical for this squad."

She shook her head. She had missed Karash's sarcasm. "Okay, someone will be there in a second."

She leaned over and looked at the stars out the view port. They were stuck here, for now, if they couldn't get the ship moving they would have to deal with these people who had paid for Ay'Tim to be kidnapped. A thought entered her head, she didn't like it, but she couldn't deny that it had a point.

“Vee.”

“What?” He muttered not moving from his comfortable position. “Is there any reason you need to be in the cockpit right now?”

He popped open one eye and looked over at Havock. “No. Well...someone needs to babysit the comm, just in case our anonymous friends show up, or Ord Mandell security finds us.”

She turned and glanced back at Njall who was still standing patiently behind her leaning on a pilot droid. “Okay.” She stood up straight, trying to talk herself out of the crazy idea she had. Knowing this would not end well, but she just couldn't see wasting a good opportunity. “Vee, go to the storage room. Karash is there with the Viceroy. As long as Ay'Tim is stable, tell Karash to leave and then I want you to find out everything he knows about this kidnapping. Specifically, if he knows who is coming to get him. Do remind him that it would be far more convenient for us to just leave him here to be collected.” She was digging in her pockets for something as she finished the last sentence.

He slowly dropped his legs and turned to look at her. “So you're going to leave me alone, with him, to get information. After today, you really think thats a good idea.”

“Yes, I'm going to leave you alone, with him, and this open comm, which I'll be monitoring.” She dropped a comlink into his breast pocket and put a receiver in her ear. “Do try not to yell.” She motioned for Njall to sit in the co-pilots chair. “You get to sit back and watch the comms for now. If you hear anything or the long range ones start to work, let me know.”

Turning to leave she stopped and looked back at Decembrist. “Vee, try to keep the guy in one piece, don't make me stun you its just more work for Karash and I.”
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 25, 2009 3:44:47 PM    View the profile of Karash 
‘Well that must be the fabled Viceroy’, Karash thought to himself as he stood across the room from the unconscious man.
“Hav, its Karash. The Viceroy is finally coming around. You didn't do this to him right?” He was actually being serious rather than sarcastic.

Karash walked over to the man and crouched down, Karash just sat and watched the man for a moment; he wanted to make sure he didn’t get a slap from this particular patient.

"Karash, where is Aeos?" Havock’s voice rang out once again.

‘Hardly relevant in the circumstances, but what do you expect?’ Karash thought just before he spoke, “I bandaged her hand, and had her to lie down on a bunk in the crew quarters. Something tells me she didn't stay put though, that kind of behaviour would be typical for this squad.”

"Okay, someone will be there in a second." The voice of the squad leader rang for the final time.

By this point the Viceroy appeared to be trying to sit up and Karash decided that it would be best to back off slightly; people could be unpredictable even when they weren’t sky high on painkillers. The Viceroy eventually did manage to sit up and slowly opened his eyes, the man looked like he had been in a comma for the past decade.

“Wha...” The Viceroy swayed heavily and had to steady himself.

“Nothing to worry about just let me take a look.” Karash marched up to clearly unnerved man and began to prod and poke him, just give him a quick check over. “Everything is fine; just let someone know if you start to feel unwell.” With that final remark Karash stepped out of the room and back into the corridor.

He just stood there for a few minutes hoping that this person Hav was sending down did not bring him the message that yet another person needed some medical help. Then the ever loud thumps of, clearly a mans, footsteps began to make their way towards Karash, growing louder every time.
“Decembrist do you think it wise from them to have chosen you for this task, considering your performance today.” Karash spoke with as much sarcasm as he could.

Decembrist just glared at Karash and asked “Is he alright.”

“He is fine as far as I can tell, just try to be gentle. Any problems let me know.” Karash tried to walk away before his fellow trooper could speak.

“Hav wants you to go and check on Grahim.” Decembrist seemed to sense that Karash was trying to get away because he smirked as he spoke those words.

‘Why did I become a medic, why not a Vehicle Crewman. Just drive around a bit, nice and easy.’ Karash stormed off towards were he assumed Grahim was, this part of the ship looked as damaged as the rest of it but never the less it seemed to be ok, considering what had happened on her.

“Alright then what is wrong with you?” Karash spoke as professionally as he could.

“Karash Isa heard yousa was back!” The Gungan seemed quite happy to see Karash.

“Really I hadn’t noticed.” Karash grinned sarcastically and carried on speaking, “So what is wrong then.”

“Mesa got bopped on the head with thesa pot and maybe a fewsa bruises on the body, but mesa is fine.” Grahim was ever optimistic.

Karash still felt the need to just make sure that the Gungan was alright so he walked up to him and gave him the once over, “Slight concussion maybe but apart from that just a few bruises.” 

“What shall mesa do?” Karash could tell that Grahim was anxious to do something to help.

“Just wait here for now, I am sure Havock will find something for you to do soon.” Karash smiled as he turned and left the room.

‘Please can this squad stay alive long enough for me to have a quick break.’ This was Karash’s final thought before he began to walk aimlessly once more.
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November 25, 2009 8:31:32 PM    View the profile of Demented 
"Blasted hyperdrive modules,"  Demented said. "Always have to breakdown at the worst times."

Alex was by no means a mechanic, however, he wasn't going to show incompetence while any of his squad members were around. He looked the unit over arbitrarily. He didn't know what he was looking for, but with him searching it over, it made it look like he knew what he was doing.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. Spickler pulled out a commlink that is a direct, secure link between his commlink and his old friend, First Lieutenant Stormz. It took a few tries before he finally was reached.

[Good day Crrewman,] Stormz growled.

"With all due respect sir, I'm a Private First Class now," responded the new Army member.

Stormz grumbled a response followed by a chuckle. [So what's on yourr mind?]

"Actually, sir,  I was hoping to gain your assistance on a problem we are having with our hyperdrive." The Private explained the problem to Ph'rranix and paused for a response.

[Have you checked the fastenerrs that hold it to the floorr? They sometimes rrattle out which causes the hyperrdrrive motivatorr to cease operration. That is a good way forr it to destrroy the ship as well though.] The Wookiee informed. Demented checked the bolts and realized that five of the eight had been shaken loose.

"Could that be all?" Asked Demented.

[Usually, howeverr, if it is loose enough, their may have been a damaged piece.] After a thorough inspection, Demented was glad to say that nothing was damaged.

Exchanging their goodbye's, and a long list of thank you's, Demented placed his commlink back onto his belt and returned to his Squad Leader.

"Hyperdrive repaired ma'am." He said cheerfully.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 25, 2009 11:50:13 PM    View the profile of Decembrist 
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Really awful. Have fun.


We have ourselves a politician!

Probly should cut his silver-tongue out before he can use it.


“No,” Decem muttered, shaking his head at the two friends inhabiting it, “Not yet.”

The Viceroy of Qiilura looked up with a frown, his eyes revealing the confused, contemplative thought process going on behind them. “Son, you need help?” he asked, no doubt trying to stall or sweet talk his way out of whatever Vasili was there to do. With a shaky hand the interrogator pulled the cigarettes from inside the breast of his Shadowsuit – no response. “Please, smoke gives me a headache,” Reynaldo requested eloquently, reaching up to his head realizing that the sedatives he was given already were doing a number on his head.

Vasili dropped his eyes down to the floor as he slid a crate over to face the slouched, bound prisoner. The Viceroy leaned forward, trying to pick up on what the other man was mumbling. It was a melody… some sort of music. It was soft, sad, and long; nothing like modern music, at least nothing like modern music on Qiilura. The old man would’ve never gotten it: jazz. It wasn’t for his crowd. Jazz was associated with lust, unruliness, and being ‘cool,’ something that politicians were incapable of experiencing. 

And it stopped short, interrupted by smoke. Vee picked his head and eyes up, shooting the smoke out into Reynaldo’s face. Now he looked Ay’Tim straight into the eye, his wide-spread, leaning-forward posture exuding a sort of insanity that made the prisoner uncomfortable. It was now that the Viceroy noticed the staining blood on the black of Vee’s Shadowsuit.

“You need medical attention, Son,” the man again tried to stall.

“The next thing that comes out of your mouth better be useful, Old Man,” Decem said coolly.

“I have nothing to help you with. I know nothing!” exclaimed the man, emphatic and convincing.

Obviously a lie, brother. The deep voice came back. You see how he ruffled his belt as he said that? The voice was right. A lifetime of gambling left Vee with the attuned sense of lie-detecting. Don’t let him play you, bud’. Vee sucked on his cigarette.

“Tell me why anyone would want to kidnap you, man.”

“I’m the Viceroy of a planet!” the old timer exasperated. “What could anyone possibly NOT accomplish with me unable to run things?”

Good point the high voice spoke up. Use your head, idiot!

“What’s goin’ on in the Senate?”

“Excuse me?”

“You speak Basic, old timer? I said: What. Is. Going on. In the Senate?” Vee’s voice started to escalate, though the relaxed contortion of his face would indicate no such thing. “Dig?”

“I believe the current issue at hand is… funding for domestic industrial cultivation.”

“The players?”

“Pardon?”

“Who are the big names? Who wants what? Who doesn’t like you? Gimme somethin’ or I’ll take somethin’.” At this point Vee pulled out the Dhalis’ vibroblade and laid it on the crate between his spread legs. “I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Well, uh, I was taken the first day of deliberation… but, annually the biggest voices are Andr and Lectione.”

“And that means?”

“The Representatives from the Judson Corporation and the Finance Committee.”

Alarms started going off, triggered by a frenzy of thoughts from the three consciousnesses. “Judson Corporation? A private company has a seat on the Planetary Senate?” A red flag. Supergiant companies were usually up to bad business. “This Andr guy… he been doing anything suspicious lately?”

The Viceroy looked solemnly past Vee’s mad eyes. “Well?!”

“I can’t say anything. My duty is to the people of Qiilura-“ he was cut off by Vee jumping up and grabbing his throat, then, as Reynaldo gasped for air, his tongue.

“Your duty is to tell me who the hell is behind all this, old man!” with the vibroblade pointing down onto the exposed muscle. “I will cut your goddamn, politician tongue off !”

“Ouri Andr is deir represendadive!” Reynaldo said, panicking and restricted. Vasili let go, but kept the knife in his face. “He approached me weeks ago, blackmailing me for control of my Gem Mines. I don’t know what they’re up to!”

Ay’Tim grimaced. He was struggling telling this. “I accepted initially… but I had to back out! What would the people think if the Reynaldo Mines were signed over to Judson?!”

Friggin’ politicians. Don’t they know shit? Big bad Man comes and blackmails them and they back out of it for public appearance.

Decem was disgusted by this point. He flicked his burnt-out cigarette to the side of the storage closet and unzipped the torso of his suit. Reynaldo stared, disgusted at how the blood from the stab wound made Decem’s sickly abdomen look.

“Son… you really do need medical attention.”

“I am SO sick of how you talk, man. Am I your son? AM I YOUR SON?!” Unreasonably angry, Vee pulled out one of the standard combat engineer explosives Aeos had brought on board. Dhalis had stripped her of them when she was caught, and so did Vee strip Dhalis. Once again he proied open the mouth of Reynaldo, this time shoving the explosive inside. From inside his Shadowsuit he pulled the roll of duct tape that he had used to hang Dhalis and used it over Ay’tim’s mouth and around his head.

“You see this toy, old man?” Decem asked rhetorically, holding the detonator in his hand. “Shut the hell up for a while.”

Judson Corp. Vasili shut the storage room door behind him.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 26, 2009 12:22:42 AM    View the profile of Brightstar 
After helping Aeos to a place where she could rest and effectively dodging the other woman's questions about what Bright was doing here, at least for now, the former sergeant found herself walking the ship. Her violet eyes remained wide awake despite the fact that she had had very little sleep in the last thirty-two hours. For now she was running on adrenaline and.......fear.

Yes, Bright was sure of it now. She was afraid, but she was unsure of what she was afraid of. In less than three hours, unless they could get this ship in flying order, it would all be over. And she would again be hunted. This time by the VE as well as the NR. Not to mention the Tracen Alliance had it out for her too. She grimaced and steered her thoughts away from such dangerous memories. Instead her thoughts turned to more recent events.

Rounding a corner, Bright almost literally bumped into a woman she most assuredly should have been avoiding more than Aeos, Havock. She blinked once and apologized for her lack of attention.

Havock stared at Bright for a moment before asking, "Might we talk somewhere private?"

Bright thought for a moment. She wasn't sure this was at all a great idea, but she wasn't about to say no. For one thing she was out numbered and out gunned. For another, this was a piece of what she used to be. The VE was on The Andreadis and they weren't going anywhere anytime soon. "This way." Bright said leading the other woman to a small private chamber stored with crates and boxes of clothing and spare parts. Bright took a seat. "What can I do for you,Sergeant Katash?"

"You can tell me what you know about where this ship was going and why the Viceroy was the cargo." Havock asked. She remained standing with her arms folded across her torso.

"I'm not going to like what happens if I don't give you an answer that you believe, am I?" Bright asked in her matter of fact tone. The truth was she didn't know a whole lot about this last contract. She wasn't even sure she wanted to tell this woman anything, especially if she was capable, as she appeared to be, of linking the dots. Bright had done some bad things since resigning her post in the VE. And in the interest of survival, Bright wanted to keep her secrets her own.

"No, you likely will not care for the outcome at all." Havock replied.

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Gah! so short. Well Hav, Get the info you need. Feel free to coerce it out of Bright in anyway you feel you might have too. I give you permission.
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 26, 2009 8:26:32 AM    View the profile of Havock 
“Dhails and Natisha, they were the pilots, so all the jumps I have no clue what that was about.” Havock raised her eyebrow. “Sorry, yes I know they were avoiding detection, but the why is what I don't know.”

She narrowed her eyes and the red-head in front of her. A few of the others had worked with Brightstar before, but she had left the VE, that made Havock weary to trust her completely. For all she knew, this woman could be planning to turn the squad over to the same people for some extra credits.

“You have to know at least who hired you.”

“No Havock, I really don't. Leanne didn't like to share business. She gave us orders thats it. Now there are things I overheard sure, but they have nothing to do with this job. I swear, okay?” She was starting to get agitated with the SL, which wasn't a good sign.

“Okay Bright, fine, you know nothing, that's fine. Jaenna already hacked into the computer and knows that some company hired you guys, Judson or something. That's not what I care about. What I care about, is what your intentions are now.” Havock crossed her arms and sat down across from the other Sergeant.

Brightstar seemed to study the other woman for a long time. At first she was taken aback and ready to come back at her fighting, but then her expression changed. As if she realized that she would be thinking the same thing if the roles were reversed. “I'm with you, I have no plans to betray a VE squad.”

She leaned forward, dropping her voice to a whisper, brining up all those nightmares she had of smelly men threating her as a child. “Good, if you do, just make sure you know that it would be a suicide mission. No matter who survived, if anyone, you would die. Do I make myself clear?” Bright nodded but didn't look phased in the least. “Right. We still have some time, but we need to get out of here.”

“I agree.”

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The alarm klaxons rang and echoed through the bandaged vessel. Havock ran through the halls to get up to the cockpit. Early, its early, why is a proximity alarm going off.

“What the hell is that?” Njall nearly jumped on the roof as she came barging in. He started to frantically utter sounds and look around at the control panel. “Move.”

“I got it.” Brightstar came in the cockpit and grabbed him by the arm then pushed the private back farther in the cramped room so that she could get into the co-pilot's chair. “Oh thats not good.”

“What?” Everyone in the room echoed.

“Its them, they are early.” She spun around slowly in the chair, the alarms forgotten. “They want to board with a small party and get the Viceroy.”

“Shit.” Havock didn't even notice Jaenna walk in and stand next to her.

She blinked and leaned on the pilots chair. “Can we fly this bucket of bolts?”

Brightstart flinched slightly at the snipe of what was now her ship. “The comms are good, and primary systems are all online, except the hyperdrive.”

“Except the hyperdrive?” She looked at the controls and sure enough the repairs were done but the  hyperdrive was still rebooting, it would be twenty minutes or so before the navcomputer linked up again. Havock rubbed her eyes in frustration, they did not have time for this. “We can't get away from them, so we need to stall them. Ideas?”

“Um, Hav.” Karash pushed his way into the cockpit. “I could tell them that the Viceroy can't be moved in his condition, allergic reaction to the drugs, perhaps.”

“You can't tell them anything, they think we are the Watchers, and you are a man.” Karash scoffed and huffed at that. Havock would have laughed or at least smiled at the senior medic's reaction but there was no time for that.

Jaenna was lost in thought, her voice barely a whisper when she finally spoke into the silence. “But we could.” The comm cracked again asking for clearance to dock, and the klaxons kept beeping. “Hav, we could pretend to be the Watchers, just to stall them.”

They would insist upon docking, that was unavoidable. But they may be able to convince them that the Viceroy was in frail health and needed to stay put, even for an hour, just until they backed off and since the hyperdrive were finished, as soon as they were clear they could get away. It could work, maybe.

“Karash, Vee, Njall, Dem, go find Grahim and hide. Bright tell them we have a problem but they can come over if they like, Jae you come with me.” They walked out into the crew area as the men scattered into their hiding places. Aeos was leaning against the wall rubbing her head, she still looked so confused. “Ae, the bad guys are coming. Why don't you stay in the cockpit and monitor comm traffic, okay?”

She nodded glancing oddly at Jaenna as she passed them both and headed into the cockpit. “She still doesn't recognize me. This whole thing is just a mess Hav.”

Havock made sure her weapons were prepped and ready. “It'll be fine Jae. Just relax and act like you hate all men.”

Karash came out of the storage room walking briskly past the two women. “The Viceroy is ready. I knocked him back out, like that was good for him, after seeing what Decemrist did. I locked the cage, as well, now I'm going to go cower somewhere.” He continued to mutter something as he walked into the engineering area.

“Five minutes, Havock.” Bright came walking up to the two of them. “These aren't the guys we usually deal with, so they won't know names or anything like that.”

“Stick with aliases for now, you are set Bright. Jae and I can be Leanne and Natisha I guess.” Havock rubbed her neck. Brightstar wondered over towards the cargo hold where the people from the Judson corp would be arriving.

“Hey.” She looked up to find Jaenna standing in front of her looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

Scratching her head she took her hair out of the pony tail to fall loose. “You know what, I am kinda tired. What do you say we just ditch these guys and take a vacation?”

“Okay, yeah, you're fine.” They both smirked. A loud click came from the cargo area in the back of the ship.

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“Hav, they're here.” She watched as, less than a minute later, five men filed in the room, Brightstar followed them with her hand on her blaster.

Havock had been around scummy men in her past, she was adopted by a man who led a gang. Before that though many of her younger years had been spent being kept as a prisoner by the Black Sun gang. She couldn't remember everything that happened, but her nightmares had always given her more than enough material to pretend to act like one of those bastards.

A man with dark hair and a goatee stepped forward. “Decided to keep us waiting, the boss doesn't like that.”

Havock crossed her arms and walked right up to the man. “What makes you think I give a damn?” She knew what they wanted and the faster she could get them off the ship the better. “Look, meatbag, your weak little Viceroy, had some issues with the medication we gave him to shut up. Apparently if he's moved he'll die. And from what I've been told that is not the condition your boss wanted him in. Trust me if it was we would have had a much more pleasant trip.”

“I want to see him.” He sneered they were still standing nose to nose.

“I want you off my ship, until he is ready to be moved. But I suppose since you asked so nicely I might just give you the full freak show tour on your way out.” She bumped his shoulder as she walked past him to lead them into the storage room that contained the once again sleeping Viceroy. “See, we got him. Once he wakes up he's all yours.”

“Fine, once he is on our ship you can have the rest of your payment then.”

Havock stared daggers at him then turned and led the group into the cargo hold and watched as they left the ship.

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“That's not going to keep them for long.” Bright came up next to her.

“It doesn't have to, now lets see if we can get the damn navcomputer linked back to the hyperdrive and get the hell out of here before we have to come up with something else.”
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  RE: The Watchers, part II (RAIDERS)
November 26, 2009 3:11:28 PM    View the profile of Grahim 
Grahim had found a smugglers hatch in the hall just outside the room were he and Beta had been tortured by Tane. Grahim were hidden from the people that would come and take the Viceroy. Mesa hopes disa exchange goes as wesa planned. What happens if itsa does not? Grahim thought and started to get really frightened. Mesa should notsa trust anyone.

Grahim started to hallucinate in the cramped smugglers comparment. Grahim started to hear voices. “You are just a lousy gungan.” Havock’s voice said.
“Grahim you can’t do anything right, you are just a burden to the squad.” Jaenna’s voice started right after Havock’s.
“But Grahim, you know that they are right. The only reason we are keeping you in the squad is to bet how long you can survive in field service.”

Grahim started to scream to keep the voices out but it didn’t work so he started to talk with the voices. “Why haven’t yousa said disa before? Why are yousa so mean? What has mesa done to yousa? Mesa isa trying to help yousa!”
“So you think that you are going to help us by getting into trouble all the time.” Bright said.
“Do you know why you went into reserves after such a short time in Wraith?”
“Mesa needed some time for mesa self.”
“Oh that is how you remember it, then I will enlighten you.” Decem’s voice started. “Ron asked you to go get some time for yourself because he did not want you in Wraith. He hates you, I hate you and all the members in RAIDERS hate you because you’re a goggle eyed freak.” Decem ended.
“Havock and Jae don’t hate mesa!” Grahim said desperately trying to convince himself that he was right. But then the crushing blow came. “Your father did not die in a fight against Stormtroopers, he hated you because you were an unwanted surprise so he left the fastest as he could to get away from you.” Demented’s voice said.

Grahim bashed the smuggler’s compartment open in an attempt to find Demented, the thing that demented had said was unforgivable. The voices in Grahim’s head were still talking.

Grahim saw a person in front of him he could not see who it were or if it were a enemy or friendly You better attack it before it attacks you. A voice said. Grahim listened to the voice because it had such a gentle and soft voice, he took out one of his knifes and jumped the person and drove his knife in the shoulder of the person when he realised it was Jae he had attacked. When he looked around he saw that Bright and Havock were looking at him and that there were other unknown persons there as well. Deysa were right mesa don’t do anything right. Grahim thought.
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