Name: Antony Quer
Gender: Male
Rank: Sergeant
Location: Dantooine
Mission: Kill Everet GaJar
Gene whistled happily for a few seconds before Antony realized it was using Morse Code. Most droids without vocabulators speak Morse, Antony cursed.
Antony stood from his crouch. He walked over to the main area. Jerl sat reassuring Auspa about everything that had happened. When he walked in, Jerl lifted his head to gaze at Antony.
"How'd it go?"He asked, oddly grim. A few beeps shot from Gene's head dome, signaling his presence.
"Fine, if you ask Gene," Antony grinned.
"Gene?"
"I call him Gene. His real name is 'GN-F4', but I liked this better," Antony explained. Gene screeched a long, high whistle.
"Got any spare vocabulators?" Antony asked, finally getting to the point that he came into the room for.
'Actually," Jerl dug through the pile, "no, but I have this."
A holopad was in Jerl's emptiness of the 'pad made Antony believe it was turned off, but the blinking cursor said otherwise.
Gene beeped high and quickly, then uttered a series of different pitched bloops.
The holopad cursor moved, as words appeared on the screen. Jerl tapped a button in the corner of the screen.
"Oh!" A robotic voice translated into Basic. "I see! It's a sensor translator. I've seen these in different droids when I was a droid of the Republic!"
Antony was shocked. "Was that you, Gene?"
Gene beeped again, and the 'pad translated, "Yes, of course! Who else is speaking Morse?"
Antony slowly shook his head. "I-I don't know! Just surprising!"
Silence.
"Where's Everet?" Auspa spoke up.
"He should still be in the room, what do you mean?" Antony responded.
"I just-" Auspa started, but was cut off by an explosion.
Everet summoned a lightsaber from his bag, and ignited the blade. The blue bladed buzzed into existence.
Antony's Force-enhanced reflexes had forced him to summon a lightsaber to his hand as well. A green blade ignited from the hilt, in front of Antony's face.
While Antony never thought about his facial expression, Jerl did. Hate, destruction, and negative thoughts whirled inside his head. From the emotions, Antony drew power.
Jerl's mouth opened, but no words came forth. He couldn't help Antony in his moment of blind rage.
Antony screamed and rushed Everet. Everet stood fast, until Antony drew within a meter. He then leaped in to the air, then landed behind Antony.
Antony stopped, and spun around, but Jerl was already grabbing his lightsaber and giving chase to Everet. Everet ran a good 30 meters before Jerl caught up with him.
Everet swung his lightsaber, which was held in a horizontal position, towards Jerl's chest. Jerl blocked, then attempted to counter attack.
Everet then kicked Jerl in the stomach. Jerl doubled over, then got hit on the head by the butt of Everet's lightsaber.
Jerl lifeless body fell to the ground as Antony ran up to Everet, crazed expression on face and a simple, green lightsaber in his left hand.
Everet raised his lightsaber into a vertical position, then blocked Antony's attack. He brought his down on Antony, while Antony recovered from the running. Antony's body seemingly flung itself to the side, as if something else was controlling him.
Antony panted for breath, but still stabbed at Everet. Everet blocked with a down motion, then came up on Antony's wrist. Antony jerked his hand back, and the blue lightsaber destroyed his green one.
The buzz of the plasma weapon ceased as Everet brought his hand through nothing. Everet, lightsaber in the air near his head, turned and kicked Antony with the heel of his boot. Antony went flying, and landed motionless a few meters away, just like Jerl.
Name: Everet GaJar
Gender: Male
Rank: Imperial Mercenary
Location: Dantooine
Mission: N/A
Everet gasped for breath, then recovered. He let the blade of blue plasma go back into the hilt, and crouched. His knees hurt like all hell, but he didn't care. All he could think about was the 200,000 credits he had lost for being a fool under Darth Vader.
Everet's rage grew, until the next thing he knew he was running back to the ship. He knew what he needed to do. The hard dirt slapped against his boots, but he paid it no mind. He could only think about the life-changing decision he was about to make.
Once he arrived, he saw a frightened girl peering at his bag of lightsabers, which there was many inside. She spotted him, and plucked one out.
"Wait, don't-" Everet started, but she pressed the ignite button.
Blue plasma shot out of the hilt, and buzzed light into the room. "S-stay back!" She shouted, trembling.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt you. I need some help with your friends. I've switched sides," Everet said. When she didn't appear convinced, he added, "Look, if I was still with the Empire, I would have killed you already," She kept the lightsaber, but followed him.
He ran with Auspa, whose name he had learned when he asked, to the site of the combat. The two bodies lie on the ground the same way Everet left them.
They picked up and dragged the bodies to the ship, where they were set in bacta tanks. The liquid started it's work, and Everet could see the results. The two stood there for a few seconds, just staring at the tanks.
"So why... did you, change sides?" Auspa nervously asked, her head turned towards the tank containing Jerl.
"Darth Vader."
"Oh," She said, like understood what he was, or what he did.
Antony's eyes shot open a few minutes later, and panic encompassed them. His left hand moved towards the oxygen mask he wore, as if he was going to take it off.
Once he realized what would happen if he took the mask off, Antony released a shock wave of Force. It destroyed his bacta tank, and the wires he was connected to.
His clothes flew to him, and wrapped around his wet body. The insides were covered with liquid resistant material, so he paid it no mind.
"Wait! He's on our side now!" Auspa shouted when Antony was preparing to leap at Everet. Antony hesitated, but leaped anyway. Everet threw his hands up to protect himself.
Antony landed, and Auspa screamed, "Stop!"
Antony cringed as the scream of bloody murder hit his eardrums. Everet used this opportunity to shove him off, and jump up. Antony gritted his teeth and glared at Auspa.
"He's on our side! He's not trying to kill you!" She reasoned.
"I would have already killed her and stabbed you had I been on the Empire's side," Everet used the same statement he had for Auspa on Antony.
Antony hesitated, and relaxed his muscles. "Seriously?"
"Again, you'd be dead."
Antony thought it over for a minute, then mumbled, "Fine."
"Good. I assume you're recovered, if you're out fighting already?" Everet asked.
"Yeah, I feel great actually," Antony admitted. He was getting along with Everet just as fine as Jerl, like they'd been friends for the longest time. It was the oddest feeling.
"I should tell the High Command about you..." Antony thought out loud.
"Yes, you probably should," Everet was studying Jerl in his bacta tank.
"So what's up with this guy? Lightsaber, Force abilities... Vader told me every Jedi had either been killed or degraded their title so low, they couldn't even be classified as a Jedi," Everet asked after a few moments of studying and thinking.
Antony chuckled, then said, "I honestly don't know, either. He was a regular troop, and suddenly he's a Jedi," Antony shrugged. "I dunno."
"Hmm... Maybe I'm not the only one you should be telling the Command about?" Everet giggled. Auspa turned to him and gave him a look, as if to say, "Really?"
"Sorry," Everet sighed. He hadn't been content with life until he met these people, whatever you would call a group containing a semi-Gray Jedi, a Force-using makeshift Jedi, and a slave girl from Dantooine.
Antony put a hand to his head. "Something wrong?" Everet asked.
"No, just... bacta liquid... I think..." Antony groaned. "I'm going to lie down..." Both Auspa and Everet nodded.
Antony stumbled off, towards the cargo area. Everet was suspicious, but it might ruin the new-found trust between the two to go investigate. So, Everet stayed put.
Auspa turned towards Everet so subtly, the only reason Everet saw it was because he was expecting it. Had he not, he might not have seen her eyes.
The eyes glared at him, evaluating every aspect of him. They were a sea of knowledge, beauty, strength, and unfortunate circumstances. Everet could see why, now, Jerl took her with him.
Everet, out of the corner of his eye, looked back. They stared at each other for a while, until Everet could stand it no longer.
He turned, and faced Auspa full on. She turned away, quickly, to stare at Jerl. Everet fought for her attention, subtly and quietly, but he could not catch it, no matter how hard he tried.
Everet gave up after 5 standard galactic minutes. He slowly walked upstairs.
He heard voices, and saw a blue light emitting from the room from which he had been kept.
"-And don't do anything else, until you bring him here! Do you hear me, sergeant?" A voice said from the room. It was thick, heavily accented. Everet realized it must have been Admiral Ackbar.
"Yes, sir. And the Jedi?" Antony responded.
"Bring him here. He will be punished and questioned," Everet crept towards the door, and peered his head in.
"Punished, sir?" Antony asked.
"Yes," A female voice responded. The hologram, that had previously shown Admiral Ackbar in a chair, now showed Mon Mothma standing next to Admiral Ackbar. "With charges of deception of the Rebel Alliance, Overridden Profile, and Possession of an Unauthorized weapon." The words faded into the air, leaving it dead quiet.
"Please," Antony responded, adjusting his collar, "That won't be necessary... I'll have you know, Jerl saved my life on more than one occasion. Without possessing an "Unauthorized Weapon", I wouldn't be here right now."
"We can't have the troops thinking they can evade charges for doing good with them... Command relies on discipline, and without discipline, the Rebel Alliance would be no more than a weak, unsupplied, hopeless annoyance to the Empire. No, this is necessary, sergeant," Mothma replied. Everet knew Antony's thoughts on it, as they were the same. He knew it.
Antony slowly lowered his head, and said, "Yes, sir," with defeat in his voice.
"You are dismissed, sergeant," Ackbar commanded, and ended the transmission.
Everet took his head out of the room, and leaned on the wall beside the doorway.
"I know you're there, Everet. Just come in," Antony sighed.
Everet slipped inside, and saw Antony leaned against the wall. "Hi," Antony waved sarcastically.
"I heard what'll happen to Jerl," Everet sighed.
"Yeah, I saw you," Antony breathed heavily. "I suppose you want to know what will happen to you?"
"Yeah..." Everet admitted.
"You'll be punished for kill 24 troops, and then used as a rebellion trooper," Antony's eyes flicked down.
"Oh," Everet wasn't surprised. "What's the sentence?"
"24 lashes with a low-tuned light-whip," Antony looked down subtly.
"Where'd they get a light-whip?" Everet asked, knowing how rare they were.
"You. Once I told them what you had, they suggested that. Before they used real whips," Antony gave a sad smile. He looked exhausted.
"I'm sorry for... Ya' know..." Everet sighed.
"Yeah... It's alright. But now you're officially a part of the Rebel Alliance," Antony said, more for himself than Everet.
"Yeah..." While they sat there, lost in thought of the future, the galaxy was going to meet a new foe, stronger than any droid like it.
Name: Grand Moff Tarkin
Gender: Male
Rank: Grand Moff
Location: Death Star
Mission: N/A
While waiting for Princess Leia of Alderan's meeting with the Emperor to end, Tarkin noticed a transmission from an unknown caller.
As he expected, one of the officers answered. A rugged man stood in front of the transmitter, deep bags under his eyes.
"Please, give me audience with the highest commanding officer available," The man said.
"State your business!" The officer barked.
"Classified."
"We won't-" The officer started.
"Give the transmitter to me," Tarkin commanded harshly.
"Y-yes, sir. I assume you heard-"
"Yes! Hush now!"
Tarkin looked at the man. "What do you want, Doctor Nycolai Kinesworthy?"
"I have finished him. Early. All he needs to be is trained and equipped," The man said proudly through his beard.
"What have you named him?"
"N-K Necrosis, but I assume you want a new name?"
Tarkin thought it over for a minute. "With the approval of Vader and the Emperor," Tarkin smiled coldly. "We name him Commannder Morphis."