*Aboard the Galactic Remnant Lenis-Class Star Destroyer "Resolution" *
On the bridge the Resolution's the captain walked back and forth in front of his viewing monitor, the only thing that gave him a visual look outside of the ship since the bridge was deep within the Resolution's thick hide. He was worried. Very worried. His ship was the capital ship patrolling this sector as the Galactic Remnant spread its self-thin trying to cover every entry point the First Order could use. The Captain cursed the New Republic, because of their years of restricting the Galactic Remnant they now can't properly protect themselves!
The Captain glanced at his "fleet" of just his one Star Destroyer, and half a dozen corvettes. He should have an entire fleet of Star Destroyer with him defending this sector! But they're all patrolling different sectors of the Galactic Remnant's borders or protecting their Systems from possible First Order invasions. Across the Galaxy the First Order swept through systems, any system that didn't surrender and join them where forced to join, and the Galactic Remnant could do nothing without exposing our own belly. Furthermore, First Order forces where becoming braver around the border, now openly attack our convoys, at the moment the Convoy escort could easily repel them, but if a Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer attacks one of those convoys... carnage. So, the Captain paced.
Than the Radar Officer came up to him and said. "Captain, we have a small craft that just left hyperspace. Based on our scanners, and the make, model, and identifiable features of the craft, it seems our old Friend "George" is paying a visit."
The Captain nodded. George was a good fighter, and if he could convince his superiors to pay the man. He'll fight with them. "Alright, bring him in."
The little ship wouldn't respond to any of their calls, so they had to attach a tractor beam and pull it into the hanger. The Captain made his way down to the hanger where he saw the modified TIE Bomber cockpit module that George used as his own personal starfighter thing. A couple of Anti-Border troopers stood by, waiting to welcome George aboard the ship, but there was no movement from the small ship. The Captain shook his head, George must think the Troopers are here for him. "Don't worry George, we're not looking for a fight!" Nothing. The ship's hatch remained sealed. Was he asleep?
The Captain approached the small ship just as a young officer came running up to him, stood there for a moment as he caught his breath, and reported. "Captain, we just finished a bio scan of the ship, at first we thought it wasn't needed, but after our calls went unanswered we checked, the ship is empty Captain!"
The Captain quickly digested the information, and barked out, "Open it!"
Two troopers climbed the ship, a peeled the hatch open. The Captain than climbed up and peered inside. Like the boy said, empty, but there were clear signs of a struggle, George was forced out of this ship, that much he could tell. The Captain jumped down, and barked out, "Place the ship at high alert, get the crew to their battle positions, and get me some damn reinforcements!" The hanger busted into action as pilots scrambled, cargo trucks loaded ordnances, and Astromech droids were placed into their space crafts.
Once back on the bridge, it was like a busy beehive as one part of the ship communicated with the other. To an outsider, this might just look like pure chaos as one crew member runs form one said of the bridge to the other, and back again, but to him, he could tell it was perfect order.
His Second Mate who was in command of the bridge while he was in the Hanger addressed him, "Captain, is this all needed?"
A few of the younger crew members gave a glance hoping to see something exciting as the Captain responded. "Yes, George is a highly trained, high experience, and extremely deadly man. Whoever was able to peal him form that ship got either very lucky or is equally skilled, and they're still out there. The ship most recent log places the ship a mere 20 minutes out when it unexpectedly exited hyperspace, then it went dark. This could get dangerous."
His Second Mate nodded his head, happy with the answer he got, and continued with his job, as the Captain looked at a hologram of all nearby systems. "Where are you George?"
*25 minutes earlier*
George was awoken by a probing finger. He didn't want to turn around to look at the one who was pocking him. It required too much energy, so he growled out. "What Zharzhet?"
She flicked his ear, and George placed a mental note to always were his helmet around her as she said. "Don't get grumpy with me Old Man. I'm just wondering how much longer till we arrive, I'm starting to cramp up, and I need to move."
George rubbed his tired eyes and hated how long it took for his eyes to focus on the controls as he read the hyperdrive's ETA. "Soon."
"How soon?"
"Soon."
"But how soon is soon?"
"Soon."
"...Please give me an answer."
"Soon."
Zharzhet leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms. "You know George if we're going to be partners-" wrong words.
George swirled in his chair and placed a blaster to her forehead. "Listen up kid, first off we're not partners okay? My only partner is now severely pissed at me and will probably kill me the next time he sees me, and second off, when I say we'll arrive soon it means we'll arrive soon! Now shut up, sit there like a good girl, and I might not turn this ship around, and give you back to Helios!"
Zharzhet took the message and didn't respond. She just kept her arms crossed and sat there as George re-shifted himself into his chair. George grabbed his helmet that was sitting on the console and put it on cracking his neck while he was at it too. George really hated getting old, but he knew it was a fact of life. George let out a deep sigh and pondered on what he'll do next. They're currently fleeing to the Galactic Remnant, but for how long?
The First Order is gathering around their borders, and soon they'll strike. When that time comes they'll probably beg George to aid them, maybe even give him his own planet if he asked, but this wasn't the kind of War George enjoyed fighting. There's no planning going on, nothing like a proper board game. Yeah pieces are being moves around, but neither side is using deep thinking, just move here, take that piece, move there, lose a piece, move back, gain a piece, then repeat till you have no more pieces. No strategy, and no planning, or at the least, not the kind of planning that gives George the thrill that is planning one's move, and seeing it fall into action. George will need to think this through. He rested his head back, and closed his eyes so he could better think, but beeping from the console pulled him back, just as the ship was suddenly, and violently ripped from hyperspace.
George cursed out, "Bantha dick!" as he struggled to regain control of the ship as it tumbled, and twisted, knowing all too well what's happening. He got the stabilizer reengaged, did a 180-degree twist, and put the thruster on full throttle though George knew this would prove fruitless... He should have got that engine upgrade.
Zharzhet leaned forward and said. "Interdictor field?"
George nodded. "Yup, and I think we both know who it is."
Zharzhet weakly whimpered out, "Helios?"
George turned around and gave her a questioned look. "What? This far out? No, it's the First Order. I can see their cruiser on my scanners, it's moving in to get a tractor beam lock on."
Zharzhet grunted in frustration. "I wish you had a gun turret on this thing! I could shoot back!"
George replied with, "I'm glad I don't have a gun turret on this thing. If you shot at them they'll shoot at us, and this tin can can't hold up that much, this isn't my personal cruiser, girl."
Zharxhet flung her arms out, "So we're going to do nothing?!"
George saw the approaching TIE, and a boarding shuttle. So, no tractor beam after all. Smart. "No. I have a plan."
"What's the plan?"
George flicked some switches, and the ship powered down. "This."
"You're surrendering?"
George nodded. "Yup."
"I thought you were all about fighting!
George finished shutting the ship down, and watched the First Order TIEs close in. "And I am, though how can I fight if I'm dead?" George heard the *clung-junk* of the First Order boarding Shuttle latching onto George's hatch, and soon it popped open, and a dozen or so blasters where shoved into their faces. The StormTroopers were gathered around the hatch's edge aiming their blaster down at them. George could see past them into the boarding shuttle, they were in a large room, the troops bay, where the troopers would flood through these very hatches into enemy ships. He only saw a single ladder than went up to what he assumed to be the cockpit.
Zharzhet flung her helmet on, and whipped her own blaster out, but before she could shoot, George yanked it out of her hands "George!"
"I said I have a plan!"
"Yeah, you do! I don't plan on surrendering!" Than all the blasters shifted to her, and a voice George instantly recognized boomed out.
"I'd listen to the man Girl." A slender figure descended from the ladder and slithered between the StromTroopers. "He's very Old you know, so he knows a few things or two, plus this isn't his first time in this situation."
George than said. "Yeah, nice job not using the tractor beam this time."
She gave him an evil glare and said. "You killed 35 of my favorite troopers! I'm not some Imperial Dog George, I do like my men." she patted one of the StormTrooper's helmet and said to them "Get these two out of there so we may talk on the same level."
George didn't like being touched, and as one of the troopers tried to grab his arm, George punched the trooper, grabbed his arm, and broke it, and he would have done more, but the other Storm Troopers pulled their wounded friend away from him. George heard a yelp, then a familiar *crack* turning around to see Zharzhet breaking the next of the trooper who tried to pull her out.
Blasters cocked, troopers took a stand back, and aimed the two of them up, but didn't shoot. The lady looked very pissed, giving her injured, and dead trooper a sorrow look, before saying, "I knew this wouldn't be easy, but I figured you learned not to kill my men from last time!"
George shrugged, "Yeah, but to be fare it wasn't me who killed that one."
She glared down at him, "We both know you'd have killed the other one as well."
George shrugged again. "Care to give a slap on the wrist, and let us go? I have a meeting with the Galactic Remnant, and I don't wish to be late."
The Lady smirked, "Don't worry. We'll send them your ship."
George gave Zharzhet a glance. "My ship? As in with at me in it?"
"Correct." The Lady than nodded at the troopers who switched their blasters to stun and fired.
An unknown amount of time later George awoke in a First Order cell aboard what he assumed to be the First Order Cruiser "Dominating Flower". George rubbed his head, figuring out that he didn't have his helmet, nor his armor, instead he was wearing a simple outfit of a light shirt, and a light pants, both where very frilly. He then noticed that his was hand cuffed with really big, and bulky cuffs designed to weigh you down, his feet where in a similar pickle, with an energy chain connecting him to the wall. "Damn. They did remember from last time." Luckily George was able to stand, and once he was on his two feet he did a swirl taking in the rest of the cell. It was large for a cell, roughly 6 by 8 meters, bunking for around 6 to 8 with the cots ling the walls, and being three high, a latherin, an energy shield separated them from the hallway outside, the energy shield's controls where on the opposite wall outside in the hall, and George wasn't alone in the cell.
Zharzhet was in the cell with him, she was on one of the cots, the second hieghest off the ground, still out cold from the Storm Trooper's stun blasts. She was in a similar situation as he was, her armor was stripped away revealing even more Quadrachion features George had previously not known of, but unlike George she only had cuffs around her wrists and wasn't even connected to the wall. This was his ticket out of the cell, and hopefully off this ship. He wanted to get his ship from the Galactic Remnant before they decided to go through its hardware. Lot of embarrassing things it hides under all its circuits.
George waddled over to the cots, and gave the one Zharzhet was on a good, and roughly smack from his cuffs. This woke her up, and she looked up at George confused before giving her surrounding a good look over and seeing where she was. "Is this part of the plan to?"
George glared at her. "It is now. Get up, we're leaving."
Zharzhet nodded with a stern look and jumped off the cot causing her equally frilly outfit to flop up revealing well-toned abdominal muscles. She then walked over to George and said, "What the plan?"
"You any good with computers?"
She nodded, "Somewhat. What you got cooking in the oven?"
George waddled over to the energy shield inspecting it saying, "I never use the oven, and I don't cook my plans, I develop them..." The energy shield was a no go, the humming told him it was electric, and would possibly hurt a lot. He then looked at the little outcropping on the wall his energy chain was connected to, "You think you can deactivate that?"
"I said I was somewhat good with computers. Does that look like a computer?" George glared at her, and sighed, and walked over to it, "I may not be an expert on energy chain things, but-" She gave the little outcropping a smack from her cuffs and the energy chain sizzled and vanished. "-I think this one was of poor design."
George gave her an approved look and waddled back over to the energy shield. "Know we need to figure out how to deactivate this." He looked at the controls on the opposite wall outside the cell, and really wished he had Helios, and his magical powers, though for some reason this gave him an idea. He waddled over to the little outcropping, and quietly tore it off the wall revealing wires, and a rather large, and long power cable. Just what he was looking for. Putting his body weight into it, he managed to pull the cable out of the wall with the end that was connected to some power unit spitting sparks out. He picked it up, careful of the sparks, and said to Zharxhet, "We won't have much time once we get out, so we'll have to be fast."
Zharzhet watched George carry the cable over to the energy shield and said. "What's you plan?"
He paused about 2 meters from the shield and said. "I'm going to overload the shielding's batteries causing them to explode."
"Wait, what if there they aren't powered by batteries?"
"It'll still overload the power distributor."
"What if there's a whole squad of troopers waiting for us?"
"There won't be. This lady is too cocky, and plus she doesn't want to waste her troopers on low assignments like guarding a prison cell. They probably only have a couple of droids or something."
"What if it bounces off?"
George shrugged, "Than I'll get out of the way." He took another step back, and tossed the live power cable at the shielding, but just before it touched the shielding it went dead, as did the shielding as a squad of troopers, and the lady came into view.
She gave him a wicked smile, and chuckled saying, "Really? You think that was really going to work? I mean just how stupid do you think-"
She didn't get to finish as George lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her neck as the troopers aimed him up. He gave her throat a squeeze and said. "Un-cuff me, or she dies!"
The troopers gave each other side way glances before the Lady wheezed out, "Do as he says!" She sounded actually scared. Her life had never been placed into the hands of men like George, and she knows just what he's capable of.
The troopers hesitated than one walked over, and un-cuffed him, the Lady than wheezed out, "Now let me go!"
George smirked, and said, "Sure." than he shifted his hands top the front, and rear of her head, and with a little tug he snapped her neck with a loud *crack*. He then tossed her lifeless body at the trooper and charged them. He smashed into the first trooper he could, tackling him to the ground, breaking his neck, grabbing his blaster. He then began to blast the other troopers away. One trooper shot at him, but missed, and he was the next body on the ground. Another trooper tried to rush him, George used his own momentum against him, and redirected him into a wall before filling his back with blaster bolts. George than used the blaster to club the last trooper to death before walking over to Zharzhet, and un-cuffing her.
Zharzhet rubbed her writs, and said, "Was that part of the plan?"
Geroge nodded, "The whole time." He then tossed her a blaster and said "They'll have our crap in the armory. It shouldn't be too far away, so we better move quickly, and quietly." Than the alarm started to blare. He looked at Zharzhet and said, "This is where the fun begins" and they ran out of the brig shooting a few of the security droids they ran into. They then entered the hallway, shot a stormtrooper, and his pal and began to run for the armory. They quickly got to the armory, shot another trooper who was inside, and got their gear on. When Geroge, and Zharzhet got their helmets on, Zharzhet asked. "How did you know where the armory was?"
George checked his blaster to make sure it was alright and said. "Because I've dealt with the First Order before. I've been on this ship more times than I care to admit."
She chuckled, and took a heavy repeating blaster she saw on the weapon racks. "How often do you get captured?"
George picked up a few grenades noting how his own grenade storage was getting low and said. "Not often. I typically do jobs for the First Order, capture a Resistance member here, assassinate a dude here, or simply bring them goods."
They headed for the door as Zharzhet said. "You've worked for the First Order? Why are they trying to kill us than?"
As they entered the hall, and shot three StormTrooper who were not expecting them, He said. "Because last time they asked me to try and capture General Leia from the Resistance. I respect that woman too much, and I told them to sod off. I than sold some First Order info to the Resistance. They didn't like that all too much. They captured me, told me I had to do this job, or they'll torture whatever info they can from me, told them to sod off, ended up killing 35 troopers and escaped." They got to some elevators, and they climbed into the one that would take them to the hanger.
Zharzhet asked, "What kind of ship are we looking for?"
"Preferably one with a hyperdrive." The ship than shook from what George could only think to be an explosion. The ship was under attack.
Zharzhet came to the same conclusion and said. "So, the alarms weren't for us."
George shrugged. "Seems like it." The elevator arrived at the hanger. The hanger was in chaos as fighters took off, pilots ran to their ships, ground crew members got the ships fueled, and loaded with ordnances. George spotted a shuttle close by, and with all the chaos they managed to slip by, and board the shuttle after dealing with the shuttle crew. George got an idea real quick, and went to the shuttle's ramp and yelled out, "How down there, we could use a hand!"
Two troopers heard them, and when they came up the ramp George stunned them, took their armor, and weapons, and rolled their bodies down the ramp, and blasted out of the hanger before anyone knew the better. George inspected the gear when Zharzhet asked, "What the hell George?"
He shrugged. "You can get some good deals on the black-market for this stuff."
She shook her head as she piloted them away from the First Order cruiser, and when they got far enough away they got a good view of who was attacking the ship. It was an old MC80 from the Rebelion, but now with a Resistance logo on the wings, and a Galactic Remnant Lenis-Class Star Destroyer. Zharzhet chuckled and said. "That ship is screwed." she than started to pilot them towards the Galactic Remnant ship, but George stopped her.
"We don't want to go to them in a stolen First Order shuttle! Plot a course for one of their worlds, that'll give me enough time to call head, and let them know what's up."
Zharzhet nodded, and once the calculations were in they jumped to hyperspace.
