5 Years earlier from the present time

Deva had infiltrated all the way to Tython, switching from Medic to passenger, passenger to transportation official and then lastly to freighter pilot. She was now landing on the Jedi origin world and the beating heart of the Jedi Order. The thing about force sensitives was that they had an advanced detection system called the Force, they used as another bodily sense. But like all senses in humanoid bodies there were ways around it. In the game of hide and seek, the force could not change who someone was, it could only reveal what someone was hiding. If someone could convince themselves they were who they were, so they were. But being something you weren't and making another believe you were was incredibly challenging. From the moment the spy began posing a role he or she had to immediately become the role. Meaning thoughts prior to their mission or anything prior to their current role, went out of mind, out of heart and out of soul on a dime. This was the very reason that the Empire had been able to gather stores of information, as well as install spies and saboteurs within the Republic long before the war began between the Empire and the Republic.

"Dock, this is shuttle A-285-80D requesting permission to land. I have cargo ranging from droid parts to mechanical equipment." "Standby shuttle A-285-80D." Deva began searching through the ships onboard computer system until she found what she was looking for, "Captain Quesh Star." She said to herself reading from a list of recorded voice conversations. "Not very womanly, but I can make it happen." She said to herself with a grin. "Dock control to Captain Star, your cleared for landing at port 5." "Thanks Dock, and I prefer Quesh!" she growled grumpily like a spacer with a low paying job and terrible working conditions then shut off the com system with a loud slap of the button.

When Deva landed the shuttle she activated the landing ramp and walked out looking around. "What is this?!" she exclaimed. "Am I supposed to just eject my cargo anywhere? Or are you finely pressed gentleman up there in the control room gonna help a lady out?!" She barked. She was wearing a normal spacer's uniform with a white stained shirt and tight blue uniform military pants with a blaster strapped to her hip. "Dock workers are on their way Ma'am please be patient." One of the men in the control room informed. When the workers got to her she explained where all the cargo was then asked where the local cantina was located. "A cantina on the Jedi origin world? Spacer, you need to travel more or something. Jedi are all about control, there's not a cantina on this world." The worker replied. Deva Scoffed. "There's gotta be a drink somewhere here!" She said as she walked out of the hanger to let the workers do their job.

Deva went outside. "Where is a woman supposed to find a kriffen drink!" she cursed. Grabbing a few people's attention along with the right person's attention. Another freighter Captain walked up to her. "Hey, I hear yer lookin for a drink, let me guess they told ya there is no cantina or bar that serves drinks here on this force-users planet?" a dirty kept man asked as he walked up trailed by another. "Well as far as they know that's true. But there is a small building over by the medical bay that runs a secrete cantina, tell em Gird sent ya, they'll set ya up." Deva flicked a silver credit piece at him and winked. "Thanks kindly partner." "Surely sating an addiction is worth a gold credit." The spacer grinned. "If I had a gold piece to toss around, do you think id becoming to Tython?" Never the less she flipped him another silver credit. "Don't press yer luck to much stud, you'll live longer." She smiled and went on her way.

Once Deva had reached the small cantina and took herself a seat, she bought a mug of Hutt beer and took a nice long gulp wiping her lips with her sleeve. "I can't believe I got stuck with this flight, of all the kriffen places." The bartender laughed. "Boy if I got a credit for how many times I hear that in a day, I would be well on my way to living the life of a senator on Coruscant." She downed another long gulp. "Since the Jedi are so reclusive nowadays why do they not just send their own kind to grab their own freight? Seriously who would want to work anywhere near these Jedi, no emotions, no fun and they have no idea how us non-force users think." Deva shivered. "I know what you mean," The bartender replied as he dried some glasses and put them on the shelf. "Eh, doesn't matter now since they left Coruscant to go all reclusive on the Republic, I doubt if there's any jobs a non-force user would be able to obtain next to a Jedi on Tython." The bartender laughed again. "I don't suppose you've traveled much have you?" "That's the second time I've been told that. The correction is I haven't traveled much around Jedi." She explained as she took another swig. "Are you telling me that the Jedi actually do still use non-force users." She asked. "Of course, your own job proves it." "But I don't work beside Jedi." "True, but they still need droid maintenance workers, system workers, stuff the Jedi need their younglings trained up for. People who have the skill to teach and also those who can do the stuff the Jedi can't focus on, like simple yard work or temple maintenance." Deva smiled in her mind's eye and that was why she was playing this roll. "Well I gotta get back to my ship. Thanks for the drink and updating me on the way to behave around these force-sensitive types." She said as she flipped two silver credits on the table. The bartender smiled and nodded as she left.

Deva walked outside now looking for a maintenance worker. She scanned the area closely pulling out a death stick and lighting it for a smoke maintaining her current role as some sloppy looking freighter captain. She analyzed the entire area, recording the view into one of eight advanced implants in her brain. Then she saw it, a temple maintenance droid. Obviously it had the highest security encryption system to prevent tampering; however she was an elite of elites. The best the Imperial Army was able to dish out. Modified by mechanical implants to expand all natural features and training that could be downloaded into her, she was the epitome of eons of warfare and as far as she knew there were only three others like her. To summarize, a droid would not stop her mission from happening.

Deva walked over to the area where the droid was. "Hey droid," "Greetings Captain, how might I be of service to you this day?" It asked in its programed cheerful greeting. "Theres a maintenance worker in the forest that asked if I could grab another maintenance worker to help him. As far as I can tell you're the only maintenance worker around, so come on ill lead ya too him." She said as she led the droid to the middle of the forest nearby the Jedi Temple. "Captain, It appears that the mechanic is no longer working in this area. My service protocols only allow me to go so far from the temple, I must return to the Jedi Temple now." "That's ok, I could've sworn he was right here… well, he did give me this to give to you." She said and handed the droid an electro-stun grenade which it accepted graciously. "Thank you Captain, I'm sure the Jedi Temple will arrange compensation for-" the grenade went off and electrocuted the droid effectively disabling the droid and all its systems. "Droids…" she said to herself and began modifying the droid.

A few minutes had passed and Deva had successfully taken control of the droids central core processor and imposing her will on it through one of her implants. The results were she had transferred her consciousness to the droid and left her body on standby. She walked to the entrance of the Jedi Temple though it was indeed slow going due to the limited motor functions of the droid. While she waited to get inside she began to search through the droids memory files and found the location of the library where she could hack into the Jedi's personal files via a computer uplink terminal for maintenance droids specifically.

She had to admit, it was a pretty interesting experience literally being a droid and experiencing its advantages and limitations. Maintenance droids had multiple sensors in what biological life forms considered their eyes that allowed them to detect needed repairs in walls, or conduits or plumbing and so forth. Many of these visual sensors could also be used as an amazing detection system for biological beings, the ability to see heat from a biological being or to see a biological being through multiple solid walls could be a great advantage. Obviously a programed droid would not be able to think outside its programming but for Deva, it was perfect.

It wasn't long before Deva spotted an uplink terminal and walked the droid over to it where it plugged in. She began searching through the database after using the droids security codes to access the files and was able to retrieve the profile that she had come for. The young boy Keekay was currently assigned to a Jedi Master Val'tesh and they were currently finishing up a mission of great importance. Three Republic cruisers had been given orders to retrieve them and bring them to the Jedi Council on Coruscant.

Deva began making some calculations before making a decision. She retracted her consciousness from the droid and came back to her body where she stood up. She then hastened her way back to her ship where she received confirmation to depart. With the information on her target safely downloaded into one of her many implants she had successfully completed the first phase of her reconnaissance mission.

An hour had passed and she had forged a 99.8% accurate Republic order transfer for the Captain of the Republic cruiser Reconciliation, as well as give specific procedural instructions with the Fleet Admirals seal and signature so near to authentic that the computer systems would acknowledge it as the Republic Fleet Admirals orders. She had also repainted the medics armor plating to that of a Royal red honor guard delivering the orders "officially." Now she had to find a Republic shuttle that she could forge false credentials for, she did this by tapping into the space ports security cameras and sifting through the many vessels docked until she found the Republic shuttle she was after. Deva made her way to the shuttle and broke into it then rewrote the shuttles ID codes to transmit a code originating from Coruscant then began departure procedures.

A few hours later Deva arrived at Station 632-A barely making it to her target, which happened to be a midway refueling station where 3 Republic cruisers were finishing up their refueling protocols and preparing to depart. She got on the com system transmitting the false Republic transfer orders and awaited a response. "Shuttle Cor-532B, reduce speed, stay on your present course and await further instructions." The voice of some unnamed officer stated. After a brief period the same voice returned. "Shuttle Cor-532B, permission to dock granted, proceed to docking bay 3." "Acknowledged Reconciliation, proceeding to docking bay 5." She then took her shuttle into the docking bay landing with the exit hatch facing the open space which was unusual in itself.

When the Hatch opened and Deva walked down the landing ramp she was greeted by the Captain along with two Republic guards. The Captain and the guards gave a salute along with a look of confusion. "Where's your Captain trooper?" She asked Deva. "If you'll follow me she awaits you inside the shuttle." Deva lied through the helmets comm system. Deva let the Captain and her guards go in first once they were inside the shuttle and the three soon-to-be corpses turned to face her for questions Deva had already removed her dagger and slit the nearest guard's throat with blinding speed ending whatever risk of noise he could make. Then threw the blade into his counterpart's throat who fell to the ground making futile noises of gurgling screams as blood oozed from his throat. The Captain by now had drawn her weapon and pointed it at Deva, however Deva was faster and had met the pistol in time to grab the captains wrist where she snapped it with superior force. The Captain screamed out in pain and began falling to the floor but before she could hit the ground Deva grabbed her head and snapped her neck as well.

Now Deva was in a rush to get outfitted as the replacement captain knowing that someone probably had heard the scream. She undressed the Captain and got dressed into her uniform removing a few emblems and medals to ensure uniqueness in appearance at first glance. She realized the uniform was loose, more than it was supposed to be which would damage her first glance appearance to her new subordinates but that was recoverable. She hopped over to the console and executed the virus she had implanted then took the Captains belt, her gun on the ground and came to a stop just off the shuttles landing ramp to fasten the belt to her hip while the shuttle sealed the one barely alive guard and the two corpses.

Four guards came rushing over to her as she was walking towards the docking bay doors. "Where's the Captain?!" one asked as they all held their weapons at her. "Is this normal for this class of vessel to greet new Captains like this?" She said sternly as she held the datapad with the forged transfer orders. "Where is the Captain?!" He responded again but louder. She pointed to the shuttle lifting off on its own, twirling out to space and taking off. The guards relaxed seeing as how the shuttle was operating independently then in a flash disappeared into hyperspace. The younger guards lowered their rifles and stood at attention while the officer slowly lowered his.

"After you have verified my transfer orders, officer, you are going to check yourself into the med bay and have a full medical checkup." Deva said with authority in her voice. The officer took the datapad and checked it with obvious skepticism which instantly ceased when the computer confirmed the orders authenticity. He snapped to attention, "I will immediately report to the med bay." He said and handed his rifle to the nearest guard. "Now take me to the bridge." She ordered before following the guards to the bridge.

The three cruisers had departed from the station after their last passengers where onboard. In the time it took for them to board Deva had settled into her position as captain. She had also raided the Captains wardrobe putting on the more decent tighter dress uniform along with a dual pistol belt. During their journey in hyperspace Deva had casually observed the radar systems of the ship and waited knowing that the area they were going to travel was a disputed area. Then she saw them, 3 Imperial Battle Cruisers lurking in the dead of space, if they stayed on course in hyperspace they would simply be ignored because the fight of 3 on 3 was too much of a risk for the imperial navy at this time in the war. She walked over to a console and began uploading data to it. It was a virus that burned out the engines making it look like a malfunction and it did its job perfectly.

All of a sudden the bright lights of passing stars vanished turning into the scattered sparkling dots of the stars all around them. "Report, what just happened?" Deva asked her pilot. "My console is showing we're in hyperspace I don't understand it." He said as he began pressing buttons in search of an answer. "Answers people, status of our escorts?" "Nowhere in sight, however I am detecting 3 Imperial Battle Cruisers approaching on our starboard side." Deva turned to the starboard side and peered out the transparasteel window. She could barely make out the 3 Imperial Cruisers. "Ready weapons and go to alert status." She ordered as she began working on a console to "fix" the problem.

"Captain I'm receiving a message from one of the Imperial Cruisers shall I put it through?" The communications officer asked. Deva nodded, "Republic cruiser, power off your weapons and prepare to be boarded by the Imperial Navy." A males voice came over the com system. "Take aim on the nearest vessel and fire with all our weapons." Deva ordered. The weapons officer obliged and the Reconciliation's cannons lit up in a blaze gliding in silence across the void of space towards the oncoming threat. The ships shields held fast as it and its comrades drew nearer to the Reconciliation. It became blatantly clear to the bridge crew that their new captain had failed them terribly and they were about to be boarded by Imperial Marines.

Deva walked over to an internal com system that extended throughout the vessel and pressed the button to allow her voice to be heard throughout the ship. "All forces we are about to be boarded by Imperial Marines. Prepare for hand-to-hand combat in crew quarters." She said then shut it off. She then had all her bridge officers seal the bridge with their blast doors before arming themselves and getting in positions of defense. She knew full well that they would have mutinied against her if it had not been for the seriousness of their new situation.

It wasn't long at all before Imperial Troops had managed to break through the blast door which was a good foot thick of solid steel. They had managed to cut a person sized hole in the door and began to pushing through onto the bridge where they were greeted by the bridge officer's weapons fire. Their bodies began to pile up and clot the opening, forcing others to shove their own, out of their way to try to gain some foothold on the bridge before they too joined their fellow troops as corpses.

After a few minutes of holding the line Deva paused as her eyes fell on her young target outside with all the overwhelming number of enemy troops. She rushed to the door knowing that for him to die would be not only detrimental to her health when she had to explain the cause of failure of her mission to Venna, but also the simple fact that words like "failure and retreat," were not in her vocabulary. But to her surprise the young boy stepped through the hole alone with a large amount of dead Imperials behind him. 'Highly skilled, do not underestimate due to looks.' She noted and filed the mental note in one of her cranial implants.

During the entire battle Deva was analyzing the young boy, recording some visual feeds for Venna on his skills of combat as well as his thoughts when they spoke. Then she saw it, a Sith Warrior, a juggernaut from the looks of it. He was shirtless with black tattoos, common to the Sith and his species as a Zabrak. She knew full well the young boy had heard the news of his masters death at the hands of the monster creeping closer to them. It grinned in his blood drunk frenzy with a lust to kill the young Padawan of the dead master.

However as Keekay blindly charged him to accept the unspoken challenge Deva grabbed hold of him from under one arm to the neck and with her hips tossed him behind her in a fluid move on his backside. She then drew the two pistols she was wielding and aimed for the red demon. She began unleashing a volley of shots from one as she switch the grapple on the other knowing what was going to happen next. Once the Sith unleashed his force push using some of his energy to do so she knew he had effectively ended his life due to his own action as the grappling hook pulled her through the sheer force of it and right beside the Sith who had never considered someone without the force capable of surviving a bone shattering force push. She grinned back barely enough for the Sith to sense and ended his life with a shot to the base of his skull.

After the heroic incident had been accomplished she was hard pressed to find anyone who didn't know about it. The survivors spread the feat like wild fire, Keekay himself thanked her, her very target. It was in his eyes that she realized he was no longer just a target but someone of value and it made her uneasy for reasons unknown.

Present Time

Master Saysha and Padawan Keekay where standing around the strategy table with a few other Jedi's and Generals. "This battle may very well determine the outcome of Tholatin," stated Master Tin'gu. "The attack is based on a simple 3 pronged assault. The main force, or "force A" will move directly through the canyons to the center of the Imperial lines while "force B" will move up to the left flank of Imperial forces. As you can see the size of force B, they will be attacking the much smaller flank of the imperial forces as logical as it sounds to do so, such is not our objective to overwhelm the left flank." He pressed a button on the strategy table revealing force C.

"Force C will strike at the right but only on command given by force B which will be drawing the right flank of the Imperial forces to the Left. Im sure you have also noticed force C is much smaller than A and B. This is because force C is going to be our strike force. It is imperative that force C waits for orders given by force B because they will not last long against the heavy turrets alongside light infantry and droid firepower so those in command of units in C group make that clear to your subordinates. Are there any questions before we move out?" Master Tin'gu asked before dismissing all the officers.

"So my young Padawan you're clear on what your mission is?" Keekay nodded to Master Saysha's question. "Yes Master, I will lead Heavy Company of Force C and eliminate anti-infantry turrets and heavy weapons platforms so that our main force can get through." Master Saysha gave a satisfied grin and nod of approval. "Then, go with the Force and open the gates of victory for the Republic army." Keekay gave a respectful bow. "Yes Master and may the force be with you as well."

Keekay secured his armor and utilities then turned to his 1st in command, Lieutenant Aroy. "Commander Aroy, status of our troops?" "Ready to move out at your command Master Jedi," he replied as he snapped to attention. "Heavy Company, snap to." Lt. Aroy ordered. Keekay walked up to the crisp and clean cut uniformed men of heavy company. Each man looked like a body builder, they were all large men and humor could be found in a scrawny boy leading men twice his size. They carried the heaviest of weapons able to eliminate nearly anything on a battlefield and their armor was 4x's as thick as the average soldiers and weighed more than all their weapons and utilities combined, nevertheless they had the brute strength to maneuver in a battlefield effectively.

"Loyal troopers of the Republic, today all your training will be once again put to the test. We once again face the Empire in this renewed Galactic War on Tholatin. These rocks and canyons may appear to hold little to no meaning in visual value, however the strategic worth of this world is similar to that of a focal point. Across the edges of the galaxy the Empire is consuming our brothers and sisters in the flames of war, and it is now our turn to stand against the threat of tyranny. If the Empire takes this world, they will effectively have access to the Republics backyard. Follow me and let us put the name, Heavy Company in the history of the defense of the Republic." Keekay drew his saber and ignited the white blade holding it out to his side. "So long as a Jedi draws breath, the Sith will never conquer the galaxy, and so long as we have men like you the Empire's collapse is within sight."

He turned around and faced the long stretch of canyon they had to charge on foot for a good 5miles under heavy fire. "For the Republic and Freedom!" he roared as he led Heavy Company in an all-out charge towards their objective.