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Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Azure felt the slight shift as the ship jumped into hyperspace. He made himself nod in acknowledgement. It was hard for the Jedi, however it was equally as hard for the non-Jedi among them. Many had also devoted their lives to the Jedi Order, and couldn't seek solace in the Force that the same way he and his fellow Jedi could. He would need to remember to offer them a choice to leave them if they wanted to do so, after all they weren't being hunted for what they were. In the end anyone was free to leave, however the fate of the Jedi way depending on them now. This was a responsibility that could not be taken lightly.

As he came across Allira he raised an arm to try and grab her attention before he even spoke. "Master Allira. I was wondering if I could possibly have a word?"

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

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S T A R W A R S

L A W L E S S G A L A X Y

It is a time of conflict in the Galaxy, the Emperor is dead alongside his right hand man Darth Vader during the destruction of the Second Death Star above the forest moon of Endor during a battle that saw many of the Imperial War Machines Senior naval officers perish. As the Rebellion transitions into the New Republic all out war spreads throughout the Galaxy. A war, that is rife with opportunity.

Jabba the Hutt is dead, his sailbarge destroyed. The remaining Hutts, their numbered diminished, all vie for the scraps in order to absorb Jabbas vast criminal empire into their own. Meanwhile new players enter the field, Hutt Space is a buzz with activity as known Crime Lords rise up from the ashes of the fallen while the former Giants of the underworld try to maintain control. All the while forces of the Imperial Remnant and New Republic view the sector in chaos with greedy eyes.

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In this Roleplay, Players will be playing characters confined within Hutt Space. Political shiftings in the wider Galaxy, as well as within this area of space provides a rich canvas for players to make their own stamp on Star Wars history. Shall you fight with the New Republic to liberate those that have lived under the Hutts for centuries? Or will you seek the power that the Hutts once held for yourself? It is possible for a player to play as part of one of the GM controlled factions, to form their own faction or to alternatively act as an individual just trying to make a living in a dangerous galaxy. If you make a faction, you do not need to play the leader of the faction.

So far in the Roleplay we've had various events take place, Slavers have taken an entire population hostage, the Hutts have fought back against self made Warlords and the Imperial Remnant is trying to gather itself together!

If you have any questions, feel free to stop by our Discord or drop a message here. This is a good group of players, active and we're all friends. We look forward to welcoming you.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Alyx swung his blade around, about to move towards the man who carried the largest gun. However when the man pulled the trigger Alyx saw the gun suddenly go towards the ground, the shot landing harmlessly at his feet. Alyx grinned and then laid his blade on the ground. As if surrendering. One of the mercenaries leered as he turned his rifle towards Alyxs head. "What's wrong Imperial? Surrendering?"

Alyx chuckled slightly and shook his head. "No. My Master is taking part in the battle now."

Almost as soon as he said it the two mercenaries closest to him started clawing at their throats as an invisible force lifted them in the air, fighting against something they couldn't see. Then there was a snap as bones were broken within their bodies, Alyx didn't even turn as he heard his master land behind him, nor the instability of the red blade as it swung through the air deflecting bolts and cutting at mercenaries. This was not his battle now, his master had made it his.

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A Dreadnaught heavy cruiser dropped out of hyperspace above the world of Kintan without precident, without warning. It's shape cutting an imposing figure in space. What was even more imposing however, was the communication that came through open channels. "This is the Desolator part of the Hutt Fleet-" There was a sound of clicking as the Harch clicked his mandibles together. "-"be advised. You are under your first, and final warning to stand down and be boarded. Or we will destroy you."

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Koren stood up, and signalled for Sirka to follow him. Leading them down into what would have used to been quarters aboard the ship, in the ‘wing’ like portions of the vessel. In it there were steps up to a hatch, and through the hatch Sirka would be able to see a cluster of droids. “It’s not going to be incredibly comfortable. That’s a boarding craft, I have several. We’re going to go down, take control of that station-” The ship shook slightly, as weapons fire was sent out. Koren had to lean slightly as the vessel suddenly accelerated, before the inertia dampeners kicked in and he corrected himself.“-and end this conflict before it escalates any further. The last thing I want is to piss off the pirates, then they’ll want the station for themselves and that isn’t happening.” He sighed. No matter, everything didn’t always work flawlessly to plan. “You take that craft, I’ll take this one-” He pointed at a different one. “-We’ll rendezvous after boarding. Any questions?”

“I’m guessing your droids pilot these things.” Sirka commented as she looked up the steps, though their time seemed to be limited, so she followed up quickly with a more important question. “Well, I can’t protect you if I’m not with you. Where are we meeting up, exactly, and how quickly?” She asked.

“They pretty much fly themselves, point and shoot style methodology. In terms of breaching, we should land metres apart. We’ll be flying right along side when we launch to prevent any chance of being intercepted-” the ship shook as fire was exchanged. If this ship was damaged, the captain better hope that he did not survive the space battle. “-in terms of separate pods. It’s mainly a space issue, you’re going to take up a lot of room and these things aren’t really made for that. They’re used to small droids that don’t mind tight spaces, as such I’ll take my own ride down.” He moved up the stairs as his two droids floated into the craft. “You ready?”

Sirka gave a nod. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s end this quick.” She replied, lifting herself up into the cramped space within. It was an even tighter fit than usual for her, but she could see that Koren had obviously prepared for this possibility. Most of the droids had been taken out of this craft, leaving her just enough space for herself and her weapons. There were a few of those dark-painted commando droids folded up in one corner, but this craft was meant mostly just for her. She found the controls and readied herself to input the exact destination that Koren gave her. As he said, they were going to be doing a flyby, so they would not be in space for long.

“Get the Revenant’s weapons ready. Take down any of the larger vessels that are trying to take the Revenant out. Show them our full firepower.” Lalni ordered as she fired upon another TIE, then curved hard right in pursuit of the enemy craft. “Those of you that are able to, divert to attacking the ships targeting the Revenant. If she takes a single ounce of damage then I’ll have all your heads.”
Then a group of Marauder starfighters broke away from the large dogfight taking place around the station. Speeding off to defend the Revenant. That was her prize and Maker knew she would not let those Imperial deserters even touch her Star Destroyer.

“Scramble more fighters and bombers to assist in defending the Revenant. Burn every last one of those scum out space. Get in radio contact with our nearest corvettes and frigates, we may need them.” She exclaimed into her comm link.

As the Star Destroyer’s weapons were initiated, then aimed towards the approaching Defenders. Turbolaser cannons spread across the Revenant unleashed laser hellfire upon the enemy ships that dared to challenge its strength. More pirate ships leaked out of the Star Destroyer’s hangar.

Koren got in his own boarding craft, similar to Sirka however with more droids. Once he had belted himself in he slapped a button on the side of the craft, tapping his commlink to let Zhast know that they were ready to go. The light in the pods turned red, for both Sirka and Koren letting them know that it was about to drop. Within a second the Nightfury got close enough to the station that the pods shot off towards the station, the dampeners took a second to kick in pulling around in his harness. A few seconds later he slammed in it again as the ship made contact with the station, the arms of the craft tearing the metal open.

The droids activated and dropped down, blasters raised and firing. Koren dropped after them, falling to his knees for a second due to the shock. He wasn’t as young as he used to be and as of late he had been taxing himself a lot. He winced as he stood up turning to Sirka and pointing down a hallway as droids fanned out all around them. “The command and the control centre is that way. Lead on.”

Unlike Koren’s pod, Sirka was the first to drop out of hers, mostly so she could confirm as quickly as possible where exactly Koren was. This might have been an infiltration, but she was still being paid to be a bodyguard. Fortunately, the part of the station they had punched into did not have enough stormtroopers immediately in front of them to truly challenge them. Though, that would no doubt change quickly enough. Koren’s droids were already shooting by the time Sirka’s feet hit the ground, so she hefted up her E-Web and let loose indiscriminately onto the retreating stormtroopers.

As soon as Koren gave his orders, Sirka replied quickly, not taking her eyes off the direction of the enemy. “Got it. Just make sure to keep some droids on all sides of you.” She recommended. After taking a brief moment to confirm that she was on Koren’s comm channel, she pressed forward, keeping her weapon leveled at the hallway in front of them. The tight hallways would be perfect for it, and it would be particularly useful if they ran into any fortifications. She flicked out her nose-tongues frequently, searching for evidence of any nearby hostiles.

The space near [i]Revenant[i/] was a chaotic scene. As the Star Destroyer unleashed the full power of its armanant, the larger ships aiming to attack the massive vessel were hammered with turbolaser fire and ion blasts. Marauder starfighters zigged and swerved among the stars as they kept up the offensive, concentrating on any bombers. As the ex-Imperials attempted to assault the Revenant, its high powered shields took the brunt of any shots that landed on it.

The Marauders were in great shape, as long as they kept up the offensive. They were losing starfighters, but not nearly as many as their opponents. Lalni made sure that they were keeping track of every vessel they lost. She smirked widely at the [i]Revenant[i/] as it showed off its power. Over towards the TIE manufacturing station the space battle raged on, the pirate queen darted through the bedlam of combat, two of her underlings followed her trail in X-wings. Ensuring their supreme leader was protected, though she was holding her own.

“Those of you that can do so, fire upon the station with your fighters. Don’t do too much damage to it, but enough to force them to try to divert ships away from the Revenant in defense,” Lalni stated, then squeezed the triggers on her ship’s controls, unleashing a volley of laser fire at the station. It wouldn’t do any damage to it, but that wasn’t the goal.

Koren pushed on following the group. This wasn’t exactly what he had initially planned for this operation, however he was going to make the most out of it that he could. Sirka certainly seemed to be thriving in this environment, it was just a shame there was as much life being lost as there was. Koren tapped a button on his wrist communicator. “Have the Victorius drop out of hyperspace and enter escort formation with the Revenant. Let them know we mean business.”

Out in space an Imperial Light Cruiser would appear, it’s smaller and faster tracking guns taking aim on the fighters swarming around it’s big cousin. It’s intent alone let the crew of the Revenant know it’s allegiances before there was any form of communication. Koren tapped Sirka on the back as they neared a corner. “There’s likely to be some form of defenses around this corner, as after this there is the door to the command centre.” He held out a concussion grenade. “My throwing arm isn’t what it used to be, though I imagine you can make good use of this.”

Stopping just before the corner, Sirka took the grenade in her hand. Lifting up her head, she took another few sniffs of the air, but just ended up looking annoyed. “Hmm, hard to tell. Stormtrooper armor is airtight. But...the scents are stronger in that direction. Best to take the careful approach.”
Sirka shifted her gaze to the commando droids that had stopped immediately with herself and Koren. “Will they listen to me too? I want them to push in right on the detonation. I’ll hold the corner and lay down heavy fire. Just keep clear of my line of fire, machines.”

Sirka shifted her blaster cannon to her left side and moved up slowly to the corner, at least attempting to keep quiet. She let the back of the weapon rest on the ground as she took the grenade in her left hand, hovering her thumb over the button to arm it. Once the droids were in position, she armed the device and gave it a quick toss down the corridor. There were only a few seconds before the near-deafening sound that prompted Sirka to lean around the corner. Although she could handle some blaster fire, Koren had instructed her not to go around jumping in front of it, so she crouched down and exposed herself around the corner only minimally while the droids took the lead. She looked quickly for the toughest target on which to focus her heavy firepower.
“Captain, a vessel just emerged alongside us, helping to defend the Revenant.” One of the bridge crewmen aboard the colossal pirate ship said, the surprise evident in his voice. Lalni blinked as she noticed the Victorious’ appearance. Well, any help was good help.

“Excellent. Keep the defense of the Revenant as our priority. I want us to show our appreciation to our allies though, send a detachment of fighters to help defend the Nightfury. Keep up the assault on the station, utterly crush any of these deserter scum that dare to attack the Revenant.” The pirate queen stated with a wide smile. The space battle was clearly in their favor now. It was before, but the arrival of aid only increased that tilt.

She watched as concentrated laser cannon fire essentially sliced one of the larger enemy ships in half. She’d predict soon that some of the more cowardly deserters would attempt to flee. The Marauders would ensure no such thing occurred. She turned her attention back towards the TIE manufacturing station, as several smaller pirate ships hammered it with shots. Not enough to do any serious damage but an amount that would certainly worry the ones in command of it.

Koren nodded at the droids as they looked to him for confirmation, as the explosion rocked the hall Sirka leaned around. Blaster fire erupted heading out towards them, two of the droids got knocked down and Koren shook his head slightly. The more proactive he became, the more droids he lost. The more he needed facilities such as this to replace the ones he lost. IT wasn’t a cheap process. He peered around the corner, looking at the hastily built fortifications. Ten Stormtroopers crouched behind crates piled outside the door, one of them even held a heavy repeater.

He back as he tapped on his wrist device to get information on the Nightfury on how the operation was going on out in space, as the entire station shook from weapons fire. Things were going better on the outside than they were on the inside, that was for sure. It would all be over soon however.

After opening fire, Sirka did not relent. She saw the stormtrooper with the heavy repeater, which was a weapon that could do some serious damage, even to her. Resistant as she may be, Sirka was not immune to blasters, especially after repeated hits. Naturally, she placed all of her focus on him before he could focus on her. He was in a good position behind cover, near the rear of the defenders’ position, so he was difficult to hit. However, Sirka was not too concerned with accuracy. A continuous volley of cannon fire from her E-Web struck against the crates that formed the makeshift cover in front of him. Simple containers were not up to the level of fortification as the armor that an E-Web was capable of dealing with, so her shots scorched and burned holes through the metal. It rapidly chipped away his cover and left him more and more exposed. He was, of course, returning fire on Sirka, but his blaster was not quite as capable of tearing through the very walls of the station.

The droids were doing a good job of keeping the other stormtroopers’ attention, and indeed, were admirably effective in actually fighting as well. They were not like the cannon fodder of average B1 droids. They moved quickly to avoid fire, aimed accurately, and were altogether more survivable than the more mass produced battle droids. However, they were not invincible, and they did not have any cover to speak of to advance on the enemy position. If they wanted to get by without too many losses, they would have to push quickly and aggressively.
Sirka could see the barrel of her weapon start to heat up, but she kept up the fire on her target, until eventually she got what she needed. Out of the entire volley of bolts, she just needed that one good hit, center mass. It hit him in his stomach, and with his stormtrooper armor not being designed to deal with something so heavy, it penetrated with ease. Perhaps it was lethal, perhaps it wasn’t, but all that mattered to Sirka was that it kept him from shooting back. She finally let up on her suppressing fire to duck back behind the corner quickly and grab a flash grenade from her belt. She used the holographic slider to adjust its fuse just slightly, keeping it short.

“Flash out.” Sirka said through her comms, hoping the droids would know what to do with that information. Immediately afterwards, she activated the grenade and tossed it down the hall, though instead of backing up to hide her eyes from the flash, Sirka started to charge towards it. Compared to the first concussion grenade, it had a shorter fuse and detonated mid-air. Sirka’s triple-eyelids protected her from sudden bursts of illumination, but the same could not be said for Humans. Some of the stormtroopers were blinded, some turned away, but before any could reorient themselves, Sirka was already halfway to the closest stack of crates. The droids were running up along with her, and all of them were firing to keep the stormtroopers suppressed. It was a role that Sirka continued upon reaching the first stack of crates. She was able to at least partially obscure herself behind them, and heft her weapon up onto one of the lower crates to stabilize it as she spread out another torrent of automatic blaster fire in an arc onto essentially the entire defensive position. If she could keep up suppressive fire, the droids could move up for more precision shooting.

The Marauders continued to ward enemy fighters off the Nighfury all while pushing the assault on the TIE fighter factory. The space battle was clearly in the pirates favor now, the weakened Imperial deserter forces still trying to fight off the attackers. The Revenant’s turbolaser cannons ripped into the ships that attempted to damage it. The pirate queen kept her eyes focused on an enemy TIE fighter, as she and another Marauder chased the spacecraft before it went down in flames.

“Keep it up! I want any of those deserters that try to escape to be shot down.” Lalni stated as she continued her flight through the stars through the battlefield. She did not feel it would go on much longer, the forces defending the station were scattered and weakened.

She briefly wondered if it was possible for the Marauders to get their pirates inside the station. Then they could really pressure the ones in control of the manufacturing plant. Considering her deal with Koren, she figured it would be better to focus their attention on domination of the space outside the plant. They were in control.

The droids didn’t need orders to know to move up, moving quickly they jumped onto the walls with their magnetic feet and pushed on to the unsuspecting Stormtroopers. These troopers had trained to fight against insurgents, rebels. Not droids designed specifically for war, which is why as soon as Sirka had given them an opening they pushed up rapidly on the defensive position and wiped out the stormtroopers. Waiting at the door for Koren to push up he joined them at the door. “Route me through to the station comms via the Nightfury” He spoke into his commlink without so much as declaring himself, he didn’t need to. He was the boss after all.

“Listen, it’s over. I have control of the space, and I’m right outside the door into the control room. I don’t want bloodshed, if you are willing to work for me that’d be a much better arrangement than me having to find out what individual members of your crew are willing to work for me and are trustworthy, and which ones I need to send off to a private reserve-” He cut the comm for a second and turned to Sirka. “-I actually do have a private reserve. This isn’t slang for a prison or killing them, it’s quite nice actually. If you ever have anyone you want to relocate somewhere nice let me know-” He activated the mic again “-We don’t need anymore bloodshed. So what say you, is it over?”

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Azures feet clanked around the halls as he walked back to his garden, thinking the whole way there. Illum was no long term solution, he wasn't naive enough to believe that. Whomever the Dark Lord of the Sith was, he had likely somehow orchestrated the death of the Jedi and was likely manipulating Palpatine to reform the Republic into the Empire. These were trying times indeed, had he been a sentient he would have likely stroked his chin. Azure could not however ignore the importance in the world, if they were to rebuild the Jedi Order Kyber Crystals would be required to make their lightsabers, and they would be unable to afford every potential candidate the opportunity of the Gathering. Instead they would just have to recieve any old crystal which they had available, it wasn't traditional however these were not traditional times.

When in the privacy of his own room he reached to his chest compartment. It opening as his hand approached, below his actual true form there was a second compartment. Out of it he pulled a holocron and held it onfront of his photoreceptors. The square box held so much knowledge. He had been given this holocron and instructed on how to carve information onto it by Jocasta Nu herself. He had two of the holocrons, one was information on the order. Almost all deep space vessels of the Jedi Order possessed one, a way in the event of the worst that the crew could carry on. It was most likely to be used if the vessel crashed and the crew standed, however it would be useful in the current situation. The second he had logged almost one hundred and fifty years of exploration onto it.

Azure lowered his head, then stood up. Deciding to search out Allira. He needed the Knights counsel.

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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

The Runaway Prince

Koren smirked, and chuckled slightly. “I always have a plan-” Koren checked the chronometer he had on his wrist. “-That plan will be here anytime now.” He tapped his commlink. “Okay Zhast, lift us out. Nice and easy, not too fast. We don’t want to leave the system before our guests arrive.” Koren turned back to Sirka as the vessel eased out of the hangar.

“The thing is Sirka, you need to cover your bases and if you’re playing a trick on someone-” He shrugged. “-You need to make sure that they don’t realise they’re being tricked. That left me with little options, but I found a suitable candidate for the job.”

Sirka chuckled. “Luckily for me, I can keep getting constant updates on the exact emotional reactions for everything I say or do. For the vast majority of species out there, even the best liars can’t control the chemicals their glands involuntarily put out. It’s not 100% reliable, I’ll say, but it’s still damned helpful. I’ve become practiced at reading people, and those officers were making it easy.”

Koren had ordered the pilot take them off of the station, but it was clear to Sirka that they were not done yet. Honestly, she could not say that she liked the fact that she had not known the plan he intended. It made it hard for her to judge the best course of action when she did not know the endgame, but it seemed like things were going well so far. “Hmm, so what’s our role in this plan? Any way I need to be preparing?”

A short distance from the station a Star Destroyer emerged from hyperspace. Any that happened to glance out a window of the formerly Imperial station would clearly spot the impressive feat of spaceship engineering. Lalni was in the hangar, making final preparations for the mission. As the pirate queen was handed a datapad containing the names of all the Marauders flying out on the mission, she wondered how the ex-Imperials within the station would react upon seeing the Revenant appear.

“Let’s roll out you dogs! Give these Imperials a show. Whoever takes out the most gets a prize.” Lalni exclaimed loudly, the loyal pirates around her hollering in excitement as they pumped themselves up. Then each of the chosen Marauders piled into their personal starfighters, engines all across the hangar turned on.

Lalni climbed into her personal TIE interceptor, one she had flown as her personal flagship ever since they had captured the Revenant. Painted on the top of both wings was the distinctive insignia of her pirate band. She had one of the most skilled engineers within the Marauder ranks fit the interceptor with shields and a small hyperdrive, enabling her to use the full potential of the ultra fast ship.

She strapped herself into the cockpit, then flipped the engine on. Her interceptor slowly rose off the hangar floor, then rocketed out into space. Behind her a swarm of Marauders gathered, emerging from the Star Destroyer. It was a mixture of all kinds of starfighters, entirely united under one flag. They rocketed towards the station, as the Revenant ominously drifted in the backdrop.

The intercom of the ship buzzed on before Koren could reply. “Sir, we’ve picked up a Star Destroyer in system. Flying under the transponder Revanant, she’s launching fighters-” There was a brief pause, Koren raised a finger and mouthed the words to show he was expecting them “-The stations launching fighters to intercept, though they’re easily outgunned by the Star Destroyer.” Koren tapped the button to speak back.

“Thankyou, keep us updated on the battle and let us know as soon as the station opens a line of communication with us.” He tapped the button cutting off the microphone. “From you, I just need you to be ready. There’s no doubt going to be… unhappy Imperials when we return to the station. The thing with cowards such as those, that when they realise they’ve lost they’re like cornered rats. No doubt they’ll try and take me hostage to try and talk the pirates out of their attack. Thankfully I do have control over whether or not they stop, I am a powerful individual after all, however I do not intend to be a captive.” Koren leaned back in his chair. “Until then, sit back and enjoy the show.”

Sirka reflexively raised up her head at the voice over the intercom, then turned back to Koren as he continued. She hummed briefly. “Pirates, with a star destroyer. Interesting. I think these defectors might be realizing that they’re out of their league right about now. They were already frightened enough back in that meeting. But yeah, a cornered rat is dangerous.”

“Gives me the most deniability, the ship would have been removed from the Imperial Network after it was captured, thus the data on this facility wasn’t wiped from it. They saw the chance at increasing their power, and took it.” Koren shook his head. “Tragedy.”

There was a pause as Sirka paced for a few moments in thought. “Say, does it matter to you if any of these defectors escape? Or, if it turns to violence, do they all have to die?”

“Escape is not an option, dealing in death is generally distasteful and it’s not what I really do. Detain if possible, though don’t let them escape. I mean there’s nowhere for them to really go unless they slip into hyperspace, my messenger aboard the Pirate ship will have let them know that I expect no ships to get away-” A holo projection appeared of the station. “-A detachment of droids will make their way to the escape pods, to prevent anyone from jumping ship. I don’t want the risk of them being picked up in a pod by the pirates as a bargaining chip. The main hangar we’ll be landing it will be secured, teams will also secure the primary and tertiary hangar. We’ll make our way to the command deck to take control of the station. It’s a textbook infiltration of an enemy space station.” He sighed. “Just like the War all over again, though I imagine you don’t remember much of that.”

“Hmm, unfortunate. A cornered animal fights to the death, but give them a way out and they’ll take it.” Sirka commented. Reaching down beside her, she hefted up her E-Web and flipped a few switches to feed power into it from the generator on her back. She checked the power levels to make sure the calibrations she had made before were still being effective. Having never actually used it in combat before, she wanted to be particularly cautious about it. “I guess it will have to be a fight, then. Nothing I can’t handle, though. I imagine they’ll expect me to be tough, but most people don’t expect it to take more than a few blaster shots to take me down. I can draw attention away from you, or anything else, really. I’m not invincible, but I can serve my role best as the center of attention, in the middle of the fight. When it comes to the actual firefights, I’m sure I can open up some opportunities for you and your droids.”

“They’re scrambling fighters in defense, captain.” One of the pirates on the bridge in the Revenant radioed to Lalni as she rocketed towards the station. The encroaching swarm of Marauders followed around and behind her.

“Good. Let none of them escape, keep the Revenant ready strike down any that try to flee.” The pirate queen replied as the group of pirate fighters split and divided, shifting in multiple directions in any attempt to take down every single Imperial deserter.

The space outside of the station was ablaze with color as the battle began. Starfighters went down left and right, explosions littering the stars. The highly capable Marauders took an early advantage in the battle, picking off enemy TIE fighters one by one. Lalni did not doubt the intimidation factor of her Star Destroyer lurking in the backdrop psychologically affected the ex-Imperials. She flew down, before suddenly bursting upwards in an arc. Suppressing the button which controlled the ship’s blasters, she unleashed a fury of shots towards an unlucky opponent. As the enemy TIE exploded into pieces, two more suddenly attempted to get a drop on her, firing at her from behind.

“Got two of those bastards on my tail.” Lalni stated as she attempted to outmaneuver both of her chasers.

She flew aggressively, spiraling in an attempt the shake them. One landed several shots on her ship, impacting her shields but not breaking through them. They would if they kept it up. As she attempted to fly up and shift behind them, one of the approaching TIEs went up in flames. Then the other one, spiraling out before exploding in fire.

“Damn fine work, Rikil. You saved my tail. Keep up the pressure!” Lalni exclaimed with a smile into her commlink, before she locked onto another TIE.

Koren nodded. “I don’t expect you too jump in front of a blaster bolt for me, after all self preservation is important. All I need you to know is that should I be injured your pay will be cut, and killed well-” Koren shrugged. “-What pay?” He chuckled slightly in remarkably good spirits. He knew that everything was going as planned so far. People barely understood how the pieces were moving on the board all connected, or that was as far as Koren believed.

There was a second intercom buzz. “Sir, they’re launching a second wave of fighters. Including a squadron of bombers and blastboats and five Defenders.” Korens smug attitude faded slightly, however didn’t turn sour. It was possible that the station was packing something heavier, it did construct fighters after all. Tactical guile from the leader of the Marauders would keep the Star Destroyer from taking too much, if any damage.

The Defenders could be overwhelmed by numbers. Even in the hands of a rookie pilot they were devastating craft however numbers were not in their favour. Watching the battle play out two of the ships veered off towards the Nightfury on a direct course. Koren tapped his communicator. “Open a channel to them, now.” His voice growled slightly. There was a ping to indicate the signal was going through. “This is Koren Graeff of the Golden Exchange, I’m neutral in this conflict, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The voice of the Captain from before broke through the speakers. “We know you’re behind this Graeff. Call off the attack now, or get blown out of the sky.”

“I don’t know what you’re speaking about, they’re in Imperial ship they probably have records that weren’t purged as they won’t be connected to the Imperial Network.”

“Cut the poodoo Graeff. Call off the attack, no more warnings.” Koren sighed and clasped his hands together, looking up at Sirka.

“This Sirka, is why you always have a backup plan.”

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

For anyone wondering, this pace will likely stay slow(ish) simply due to, at times, having a high amount of interaction. I'm saying that for anyone that doesn't know, just so you know what to expect. That said, unless it comes to a busier time I'm going to throw a post out a week, and every two weeks move us on myself if it hasn't happened.

This is going to be interaction heavy, especially for the first couple of IC Months (we'll likely have a timeskip at some point around Illum), and I'd like to say that I'm discouraging collabs. I don't mind if it's a short post if you have dialogue in it with someone else, so long as the quality is high that's all I care about. With the proximity it's very likely our chars will walk in on one another, and interupt eachother.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Nar Shadda

Marrick eyed the conflict with Alix. Alix had to admit, Marrick wasn't what he had expected. He knew for a fact however that he had to prove himself more useful than Talbor, if Talbor got his claws into Marrick first Alix may as well forfeit his life. The two of them had worked well together this far, but the finding of Marrick more or less made Alix obselete. Talbor felt he didn't need the guard anymore, despite the fact that Marricks skills with a blade as of yet were... sub-par. Should Marrick come into a true fight with a skilled lightsaber combatant his chances of survival weren't incredibly high.

Ex-Imperials, traiterous scum. He didn't quite understand what the conflict between the Imperials and these two individuals was, however he wasn't going to stand by while people tarnished the name of the Empire by being common criminals. Desertion of duty and the like. He bowed towards Marrick. "M'Lord, I request the right to deal with this traitourous scum before we complete our mission. For too long have I had to sit idly by while the good name of the Emperor and the Empire has been tarnished by these petty criminals who go around wearing Imperial Uniforms as if it is their birthright."

Marrick eyed up Alix for a second, before nodding. Alix pulled his red helmet back onto his head and dropped down from the building, running his hand along it to slow his descent slightly, when he neared the bottom he pushed himself out at a perpidicular angle, into an arch and then a roll to break his fall. He sliced the bottom of his staff under a mercenaries feet knocking him to the ground as he came back up. He pointed the blade end towards the general. "You there! By command of the Emperor, relinquish your weapons, your uniform and your life."

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Koren walked down the ramp of the black cruiser, it had been a while since he had used the ship. It was well known in Hutt Space and he didn’t tend to like travelling around in something easily identifiable. After all, he liked to conduct most of his business in silence. This was something however where going in loud and proud was probably beneficial. After all it sometimes paid off to make his presence known, with his plan getting closer and closer to fruition now was one of those times. A space station, forgotten by the Empire orbited the Runaway Prince.

A shipyard to be specific, now Koren had waited and let the station be forgotten by all but it’s current inhabitants. A pirate band, former Imperials who used their knowledge on Imperial systems to try and purge as much reference to their base of operations as possible. They were good, Koren was just a little bit better… and helped them finish the purge to become anonymous. He hadn’t told them that he had been the one to help them yet, and he had let them quietly gain power in their little sector of space and become used with their capabilities.

Now it was time to cash in. He raised his arms as he saw Sirka in the hangar. Pointing back at his ship. “What do you think? You’re about to fly in Hutt Space History! The Nightfury!” He turned back and looked at the ship with a wistful look on his face. “Practically built the Golden Exchange with this beaut, before Paradise was even a Casino.” He sighed.

“Not quite as famous as the Millenium Falcon, but maybe locally famous.” He clicked his fingers and a couple of droids disembarked, helping Sirka with her belongings and loading them onto the ship.

“It shouldn’t be a difficult mission, we’re going to the Runaway Prince. More or less forgotten world, there’s an Imperial Shipyard there. Been running off the grid for the last four months, pretty much forgotten about. I want it, we’re going to go get it. Simple, huh?”

Despite what Koren said about the fame of the Nightfury, it was not a name that Sirka recognized. Though, she did not think he was lying. It was more likely due to the fact that she had spent most of her life solely on Nar Shaddaa, worrying about her own problems there. It was only in recent years that she had began moving offworld for work. Nevertheless, she took a few moments to observe the ship as he was talking about it. The model was nothing she recognized, and she was pretty sure it was the first of its kind that she had seen.

“Unfortunately, I’m the wrong person to ask about ships, famous or no. Spent most of my life planetside. Growing up poor on Nar Shaddaa makes you worry more about surviving moment-to-moment than dreaming about space. At least it did for me. My sister would probably recognize it; she’s always been a bit more of a dreamer. Anyways, I hope I can get that E-Web functional before we get there. It sounds like we might need the firepower.” Sirka commented.

Koren sighed. “Fair enough. Not everyones a ship guy-” As he signalled for her to follow him up the ramp he continued to talk. “-A Consular Class Cruiser in the Galactic Republic. They used to be ships to ferry diplomats around, the front pod literally detaches in order to save you. Think of it as a glorified escape pod. Fast, nimble and can pack a punch. Really it’s a good all rounder ship.” He pointed down a hallway. “Down that way are your quarters-” and he pointed up a hall. “-The main cargo hold and the cargo ramp are in that direction. Your weapons are all held up in there.” He pointed straight ahead. “Bridge, break room and all that is straight ahead.” He turned to face Sirka.

“Either way. You need anything else or are we good to go?”

Sirka was about to shake her head, but decided to actually consider his offer for a moment. “Well, if you have anyone that can help fix up that E-Web, I’d stand a better chance of being able to use it on this job. I’m strong enough to carry the thing around myself, and I already have everything I need to mount the power supply to a backpack. As long as I have time to calibrate the power source beforehand, I shouldn’t have trouble using it by myself. Otherwise, I’ll just use my regular blaster. Aside from that, I’m not very picky in terms of accomodations.”

Koren nodded. “In the main hold you should find a being named Onyx, go to him and give him what you’ve got and tell him what you need. He should have it ready by the time we arrive at the Runaway Prince.” He clapped his hands together. “This should be good, I’ve got a good feeling about this. It’ll be great.” He gathered his coat around himself and walked towards the cockpit. In the pilot seat sat a tall and sleek Kel Dor male. Koren nodded as he sat down in the co-pilot seat.

“Alright, Zhast, get us out of here.” With little more to be said the repulsors fired up easing the ship first off the deck, and then out of the hangar. Zipping away from Paradise at speeds that a ship half its size would struggle to match.

Sirka did not outwardly show as much enthusiasm as Koren, but she tended to default to a more professional attitude for her jobs when she did not know the client. If she ended up spending more time around Koren, she might end up learning more about what he really did and did not respect. His scent did not seem alarming at the moment, at the very least. For now, she followed Koren’s advice and went to collect her E-Web and its replacement parts to bring them to this “Onyx” person. She knew enough about blasters to maintain and work on them herself, but she was sure that whoever Koren had on hand would probably be faster at it than her.

After having time to gather what she needed, Sirka walked into the main hold, lugging the E-Web and its parts under her arms. All of it together was bulky, even in her hands, though she did not seem to have a problem with the weight. The ship itself was not crowded, so she assumed the light-skinned Besalisk, the only person in the hold, was the one she was looking for. He was actually about as tall as Sirka herself, though she was much more massive. She found the emptiest surface near her to set down all she was carrying. “Onyx, right? Koren told me to come here. Think you can get this working before we get to our destination?” She asked.