Prologue

"Sier Hou!" shouted a prison guard into the mess hall. No one came forward. "Sier Hou, you've got a visitor!" He shouted again. That time a male Gossam stood up and walked over to where the guard stood.

"I am Sier Hou." The Gossam said in Basic, presenting his ID chip to be scanned. He was short, standing at around 4'6", and had wrinkly, gray-blue skin and short brown hair. He had three fingers on each hand, which was normal for Gossams, and long, skinny legs. He wore the customary orange prison suit.

"Follow me." The guard said after confirming Sier's ID. They walked down a long hall that led to the visiting area. Sier wondered who would be visiting him this late in his sentence, it had been six months, and the word of his imprisonment wouldn't have traveled that slowly, besides, he knew no one who would visit him in prison even if they did hear about it. As he entered the room, Sier noticed a few other prisoners conversing with visitors and an open seat with a male Rodian visitor on the other side of the glass. The guard led him to that seat. "Here you go. Fifteen minutes."

"What do you want?" Sier said to the Rodian after the guard had left. He had a darker complexion for his race, though it was still a green, and wore a red shirt with a rust colored chest plate and shoulder and arm guards.

"Now is that anyway to treat your old pal Reis?" The Rodian replied

"It might be." Sier, having never seen this Rodian before, knew that the Rodian was putting on an act about knowing him, and that he was expected to play along. Something was happening, and he was somehow involved. "So, what are you here for?"

"Well I was just here to say 'hi'. I wanted to see how you were doing" Reis said in a somewhat friendly voice

"I'm in a prison, it's the best. Free food, a free roof. Just the best." was his sarcastic reply.

"Come on, you should have known better than to get caught for whatever it is you did." Reis said, gesturing with his hands. "By the way, what did you get canned for?"

"For exercising my right to live in Coruscant." Sier answered bitterly.

"Right, just because Gossams are being persecuted, doesn't mean they're throwing random Gossans in prison for no reason." He said; however, it was at this time that Sier noticed the repetition of the hand gestures Reis kept making. It was also very familiar. After a few seconds he recognized what it was. The Gossam's second language that is spoken through hand gestures, that every Gossam learns starting from a young age. He said 'In two days, you'll get help. We need you. Accept or die.'

"It's true. These guys would probably have pulled the first Gossam they saw. Unfortunately it was me they saw first" Sier said to cover the end of the message.

"Well, it's only been a few minutes. How about you make a good impression to the guards by being done quickly?"

"They'll probably think I'm up to something." Sier said honestly

"Well it's been a pleasure talking with you again my dear friend. I'll see you around." Reis said standing up and leaving.

"Guard! I'm done." Sier shouts toward the guard

"Your fifteen minutes aren't up. I hope you're not up to anything." The guard said coming over to Sier and directing him to follow. Sier just remained quiet as he was led down the hall back to the mess hall.

Two Days later

Sier was in his cell waiting for the call to lunch. As was usual at this time he would scheme, plans of escape and reestablishing his small but profitable company that the Galactic Republic thought was "illegal". The Republic authorities would never have targeted him had Shu Mai, the leader of the Gossams and the Commerce Guild, not joined the Confederates. Before any major schemes could surface the buzzer rang, signifying all the doors opening and lunch. Sier and his fellow inmates headed out of their cells and toward the mess hall. As the group neared Seir's favorite place in the facility, someone poked him in the back. "Hey Buddy." The person whispered. Sier remained silent. "Hey Buddy, I've got something I'd like to tell you." The other person said again, poking him in the back once more

"Then say it." Sier said

"No no, you need to be looking at me." The stranger replied

"Then wait for the mess hall." Sier said planning on losing him in the mass of bodies that would be present.

"Nah man, I've got to tell you now." The stranger said, obviously aware of Sier's plan of losing him. Sier looks over his shoulder to a human only slightly taller than him, standing at 4'9" Sier guessed. He had a blond flat-top haircut and a beard long enough to touch his chest. He had dark tanned skin and wore an orange prison suit also. "Listen I'm new around here, and I was wondering, because no one messes with you, if…"

"Alright shut up, the answer is no." Sier said looking forward and cutting the stranger off. Sier did catch the hidden message. The man spoke with his hands, just like the Rodian two days ago. He moved his hands when he spoke, to the common eye it would look like he just gestured as he spoke, but to Sier he was using the Gossan's secret sign language. He said 'Be ready in three minutes.'

Sier entered the mess hall where the mob had already arived. The guards only intervened if a brawl started, but that did happen often enough. Sier waited for an opening then dashed in and grabbed a tray and dashed back out, waiting for his next chance. He saw his chance and went for the main course, meat flavored slop. He managed to get some and dash out, then dash right back in as an opening appeared and get a good amount of vegetable flavored slop. He then went over to an open table, looking around to see only a few other inmate seated with their food. As soon he sat down he looked over at the serving table, just as it exploded.

Sier's reflexes caused him to lift his tray in front of him hearing a loud slap! as some of the food hit it a millisecond later.He set the tray down and saw guards rushing toward what was left of the serving table. It was an even bigger mess than it was before. The explosion had sent food to the far reaches of the mess hall and had knocked everyone close to it over and stunned them, the closes ones probably unconscious or even dead.As most of the guards moved over to the destruction to assess the situation, Sier noticed his human "buddy" from before moving toward an unguarded exit.Sier followed. As the human reached the exit he looked back to see Sier moving towards him. He motioned for him to hurry. As Sier got there the doors opened to two republic guards who looked down at them, then turned around as both said at the same time "Follow me." The human followed them with confident steps, as Sier followed with more cautious ones. The "guards" led the prisoners to another door that was guarded by two more guards, who were shot with stun rays by the two supposed guards who were escorting Sier and his human companion. The guards then led them down several flights of stairs to the lower levels and into the energy room.

The guards led them to an energy-cell box which they proceeded to remove from the wall with relative ease, to reveal a tunnel about 5 feet tall and 4 feet wide. "The master is waiting," one of the "guards" said.

Sier and the human then went into the tunnel. "So who are you?" Sier asked the human stranger after the energy-cell box was replaced.

"My name is Argon Duli," the human replied. "I'm a bounty hunter, and I was hired to get in here and get out with you, alive."

"And who's your boss?" Sier asked, his voice echoing slightly

"Our boss. He's your boss too now," the bounty hunter Argon replied.

"Since when? I don't even know who this guy is."

"He's either your boss, or you're dead in that explosion back in the mess hall," Argon said nonchalantly.

"Whatever, just who is he?" Sier said annoyed. Sier knew when he owed someone and in this case he owed whoever got him out a great deal.

"His name is Rune Haako. A Neimodian with the Confederacy," Argon said

"Wasn't he in charge of the Naboo blockade?" Sier asked recalling hearing something about it from the news.

"No, that was Viceroy Gunray. Rune was Viceroy's second-in-command. They got out, before the blockade blew up." Argon answered.

"Well I'm surprised he got past Coruscant's atmosphere without being detected or shot down."

"He didn't, I'm here to take you to him. He's in Confederate territory."

"Very well," Sier said as they exited the tunnel to a cave with a ship on a cleared patch. The ship was a small two man spacecraft sized to fit smaller creatures, like Sier, or dwarf humans, like Argon. It was of a semicircle shape, maybe 15 feet long and 20 to 25 feet wide at the widest, with a cockpit centered in the back and two laser cannons mounted side-by-side in the front middle; they were obviously modified or completely added on. It was painted with a green and tan design, probably for a small amount of camouflage, though it wasn't in a camo design. "Is this your ship?" Sier asked, thinking that under normal circumstances a bounty hunter would want something bigger for the more common bigger species.

"Yep this is my ship. It's not my normal ship; that one's much bigger, but this one was gifted to me as part of my payment to rescue you. Say hello to The Mother's Daughter." Argon said opening the cockpit from his wrist consul as he climbed on to it.

"What's your other ship's name?" Sier asked climbing up after Argon to the seat behind the first that Argon sat down in.

"Pride," He said with, well, pride. "I've had her for a very long time and she's never failed me once."

"Yes, good to know." Sier said not really caring. Argon started up the engines and took off out of the cave and into the air. The flight was silent except for the beeps of the machine as buttons were pressed or as statuses changed. They made it to space without going through any sort of security. 'Some sort of loophole these guys must have found… or made.' Sier thought to himself. They stopped at a nearby refueling station on an asteroid in a compression bubble.

"There's a change of clothes behind you so you can get out of that very inconspicuous convict outfit of yours." Argon said, grabbing a military style backpack and pulling out an under suit and light armor. Sier swiveled his chair around to see a similar backpack on the floor with some less than fancy Gossam clothes in it, but seeing as the financial state of most Gossams since the Commerce Guild joined the Separatist, the clothing choice would indeed be inconspicuous. He changed in his half of the cockpit while Argon changed in his. When they finished, Argon put both pairs of jumpsuits into one back pack and threw it into a trash bin with a fire in it. Then he filled The Mother's Daughter up with fuel and left the station.

"It's going to be a good 7 days before we get to where we're going." Argon said prepping the ship for a jump to hyperspace.

"Where are we going that's 7 days away?" Sier asked annoyed that he'd have to spend 7 days in such a cramped place with Argon.

"Don't worry. We'll be stopping off at a bunker of mine 2 days from here to pick up Pride, then it's 4 and a half more days to our destination."

"And where is our destination?" Sier asked annoyed.

"Oh it's a nice place, beautiful forests, nice mountains, just hope we don't crash when we get there. People have been known to do that." Argon said cheerfully.

"Endor? You're taking me to Endor?" Sier said unamused.

"Yep. I'm taking you to Endor." Argon replied quietly.

AN: Hello anyone who decided to read all the through the Prologue and Thank you very much. This is my first fanfiction I've written, though not the first story I've written; however, my writing could probably use to be improved. With that said, any and all criticism is appreciated. Any flame will be ignored. Just adds to my comment count. Lol.

I don't have a time schedule set up at all, I'm a senior in high school so time is scarce, and I have the first five chapters planned and after that I'll have to start making it up so yeah. Expect Chapter 1 later this evening though. Thank you all again who reads this. Hope to see again next Chapter.

-TheGreatNate