:Coruscant-Palpatine's office:
:32 BBY:
Sheev Palpatine, was publicly known as senator Palpatine and the father of Ezra Kryze-Palpatine. But those who knew his true plans, knew that it was but a façade. For he was also the Sith Lord Darth Sidous. Apprentice of the late Darth Plagueis and master of two Sith. Darth Maul and his son. Whom he had designated Darth Bridger. Resting within his office, eyes overlooking the sprawling cityscape outside. Constantly clocking his force signature from the Jedi drained his energy deeply.
Eyeing the skyline closely, he sighed. Turning round, he glanced down at his table, the holoprojector remained blinking. Raising an eyebrow in interest, Palpatine activated the projector. "Queen Amidala." Amidala remained seated, watching Palpatine closely. "Senator Palpatine. We've had to stop on the remote world of Tatooine to repair our damaged hyperdrive."
Palpatine's eyes narrowed, his gaze never falling from the Queen. "Queen Amidala. I will see to it that you are brought back here safely. My son shall be on his way to escort you to Coruscant." Amidala nodded. "We shall await his arrival." Palpatine watched as the imaged flicker to nothing, glancing round, Palpatine blinked. Things had already driven away from his masterplan. Admittedly, it was not significant in terms of importance. But it did give him new ideas. 'Perhaps making my son seem like a hero while using the Darkside will cast doubt upon the Jed?'
Grinning lightly, Palpatine slowly put on a black robe. Ensuring that all doors were locked and closed. Palpatine activated the holoprojector. "Master" Greeted Maul as he rested upon a single knee. Palpatine slowly lifted his head. "Rise Darth Maul. I want you to head to Tatooine, there you shall find Queen Amidala and two Jedi. Kill the Jedi and bring the Queen to Coruscant." Maul bowed. "As you wish my master." The image of Maul vanished in seconds, glancing back, Palpatine chuckled lightly. Soon, the image of Ezra appeared. "Ezra, I need you to head to Tatooine and stop Darth Maul from killing two Jedi. Then escort them and Queen Amidala back to Coruscant. Do not be afraid to reveal your force signature to them. And do not kill Maul." Ezra nodded. "I will see that it's done father."
:Somewhere near Onderon:
:32 BBY:
Ezra slowly stood up, his beskar'gam armour was coloured lightly, orange lined the edge of each individual plate. Lined along his helmet, sat the symbol of Clan Kryze, the symbol itself was colour in a crimson red. The T visor was also crimson red, the rest of his armour was a pitch black. The bodysuit beneath was a deep jet black.
His hair was long, reaching down just above his neck, a dark blue in colour. His left eyes was Sith yellow, while the other was a bright blue. Upon his back, rested a jetpack. The Jetpack itself was black like the primary colour of his armour. Resting over his right shoulder was a small cape.
Resting by his upper legs, sat two holsters, within them, sat his two Westar blasters. Strapped to his waist on a belt, rested two lightsaber hilts. Both were similar to the Darksaber, one of them being an almost exact copy while the second's blade was a different colour.
Connected to his lower arms, were a pair of vambraces. Within them, rested a rocket launcher, flamethrower, shield emitter, blaster and paralysing darts. Loaded into a small compartment on his belt, rested a few thermal detonators.
Walking forward, Ezra eyed the crew of battledroids around him. To him, they were a disposable force. Cannon fodder to be used at will, expendable troops. He hated them for their poor programing. But they still served a purpose, even if they were incompetent. His ship, a Keldabe class battleship, an old Mandalorian capital ship. Had been heavily modified to suit his agenda.
Ezra himself had ensured the ship's weapon systems were updated, with several newer weapon types employed. Alongside the normal armament of heavy turbolasers, heavy ion cannons, mass driver missile launchers, heavy tractor beams and shield leecher weapon. Ezra had placed proton torpedoes and concussion missile launchers.
Stepping onto the bridge of his warship, The Phantom's Wrath. He came to a stop, his eyes glanced out the window, eyes scanning the visible hull. Narrowing them, he sat down upon the throne. Raising his head slightly, he spoke. "Set course for Tatooine." The Mandalorian warriors crewing the bridge were quick to act fast. He had completely refused to use droids for his entire crew. Instead, his father had to recruit a few Mandalorians to help crew the ship.
Having a crew of flesh and blood helped him work quickly. Being extremely young, 14 years. Ezra was often looked down upon, a factor that he often used to his advantage.
"Captain, how long till we arrive?" Ezra asked, his helmet resting upon the arm of his throne. The captain himself was a member of Clan Tren. A Clan loyal to Ezra and Ezra alone. His eyes were a dark amber. His hair was cut short, black in colour. Hi skin was toned a light tan, his body structure was lean, but strong. His Beskar'gam armour was coloured red and orange. His clan symbol shaped like a claw.
"Three hours sir." Came his reply. His voice was strong, deep. Fit for leading. Ezra made a small nod. His gaze moving away towards the blues of hyperspace. "You have the bridge till I return." The warrior nodded. His eyes shifting to focus upon the blue tunnel.
:Tatooine:
:32 BBY:
Maul stood silently in the night. His sith yellow eyes sweeping the landscape before him. The soft desert sands of Tatooine moving as a light breeze blew through. Breaking from his gaze, Maul turned slightly, his left hand moving to a small console of buttons upon his right arm. Watching with anticipation, Maul eyed the three probe droids as they flew off towards Mos Espa.
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Walking along the sands by the Dune Sea. A lone droid walked. The rusty red plating somewhat standing out as the sun slowly rose. His orange sensor's scanning for his target. Moving in the distance, a small clocked creature moved. A pack of them slowly moving in upon the droid.
Closing in on their target, a figure emerged. Blood red eyes watching them. With a small smile, the figure moved forward. Blue skin showing as he moved along. Wearing a grey outfit, a belt housing a small blaster pistol. A few thermal detonators and a communicator. Equipped with combat gear obtained from an extinct race within the Unknown Regions. It's purpose was so that he didn't draw unwanted attention. Slowly stepping forward, he cleared his throat. Speaking quietly as he eyed the group of Jawas. "I would advise you turn round." The Jawas quickly spoke to each other, one of them glancing over the Chiss.
"That droid belongs to me, now leave." He replied. The Jawas quickly turned, fleeing fast. The Chiss slowly raised his head, eyes meeting the droid's sensors shortly after. "They won't be of any concern 47. But it would be best if we keep moving. Another encounter gives our target a higher chance of escape." The droid gave a small nod. His sensors turning round as the two partners moved on. Their target moved ever so quickly. One who could turn the tide of war to the favour of the Chiss.