Chapter 12 The Drifting Ship
As soon as the Prophets of the Darkside had arrived on Coruscant, they began their training under Vader once he had returned to Coruscant, he had not really spoken to him much since he had gotten back as he had sent him off to train the Prophets of the Darkside at the academy. They had been sent to the most recent constructed academy here on Coruscant, or Imperial City as Palpatine preferred to call it. He had heard reports from some of his imperial spies that indeed some Jedi did survive Order 66, and some were apparently hiding on Coruscant, somewhere. Whether they were still here in the shadows, or gone elsewhere, remains to be seen. Palpatine heard his commlink go off, somebody was contacting him. He reached his hand out going across his desk and pulled it over to him. He answered it. He immediately realised who it was, it was the contact from Naboo.
"Your counterpart said you wanted to speak to me?" The figure said. He was cloaked, as if he was trying to remain hidden, from being seen.
"Yes," Palpatine said. "I want you to help arrange an accident to befall Senator Padme. She must be taken care of."
"Your Excellency," The figure said. "I'm afraid Padme has gone."
"What do you mean gone?" Palpatine demanded.
"Didn't your apprentice mention it?" the cloaked figure asked.
"Mention what?" Palpatine demanded, growing angrier with every passing second.
"Bail Organa, came a while ago and he took Padme with her." The figure reported.
"Senator Organa," Palpatine hissed his name. "If they return inform me at once. Have them both killed. They are traitors to the Galactic Empire."
"Yes your Excellency." The contact said. Then he ended the message.
Why didn't Vader mention it when he had returned? The question ran through his mind. He had not sensed anything from Vader when he had been in the room, apart from anger, and rage.
After the meeting with Aerien in his office, Cad Bane was allowed to stay at their headquarters in one of the guest rooms waiting for General Grievous return to Nar Shaddaa. It only then dawned on him to contact Zedo the Hutt, although he should be the one contacting us. He took out his commlink and contacted the crimelord, Zedo. Within a few moments, Zedo appeared as a small hologram in the commlink.
"Ah, Cad Bane," Zedo greeted. "Not heard a word from you for days."
"Sorry, I got caught up in the middle of something." Cad Bane said. "General Grievous should be returning from...Naboo soon." The planet had slipped Bane's mind, and thankfully he remembered it.
"Oh good. We've had a few delays recently because of those terrorist attacks. They've imposed a few more police patrol ships and what not. So we're just waiting for all the clear." Zedo said.
"Ah, right." Bane said. "I'll see you around then."
"Make sure you are ready for the next time the cargo ships leave with the spice." Zedo warned.
"We will be." Bane said, hoping it would be true.
"Good, I look forward to seeing results." Zedo said. Then the hologram disappeared.
It was now late evening; the Tantive IV had landed on the ground just outside of the capital city Iziz. There would be some human officers looking after the ship, and Padme's children, C3-PO and R2-D2 were supposed to be doing that job.
"We always ending up doing these types of jobs, Artoo," C3-PO said to R2-D2, after Padme, Garm Bel Iblis, Bail Organa and Mon Mothma had left for their meal with Senator Lagin Aquis and the ruler King Tamul.
Artoo beeped affirmatively, but sounding slightly more positive.
"I know they are Padme's children, and the hopefully the future for us all." C3-PO said.
The four senators were escorted into the great palace on Iziz, from the royal guard. They came through the main double entrance doors that were grand in their own right, with golden handles, that went about seven or eight feet maybe even nine feet off the ground, swinging wide open, giving even the tallest of people being able to walk through the door and nowhere near the tops of the doors. But what was on the other side of the doors was absolutely stunning, they came into a huge grand entrance room, with corridors going straight on, to the left and to the right. In the intersection of the left and right corridors, were two huge golden statues—you could see them before you even came through the doorway. One golden statue was of an enormous eagle like creature and the other statue of all things, was a snake of some sort. The floors were carpeted in a dark red colour.
"Wow," Padme said in awe as the guards led them down the middle straight corridor.
They finally came to the end of the corridor with another set of doors in front of them. The doors opened revealing an enormous dining room, with an enormous long table in the middle of the room with many smaller round tables dotted around the room. There was a performing stage on the far side of the room. There were doors on either side, in the far corners of the room. There were two people sat at the table, one Bail Organa recognised as Senator Lagin Aquis, and the other was most likely the ruler of Onderon, King Tamul. There were human servants in the room, as well as security guards and droids on guard duty as precaution. The four senators were escorted to the table.
"Ah, my guests welcome to the Iziz Palace," King Tamul greeted, with a huge smile. He gave each senator a hand shake. They then took their seats at the table. Bail and the others could see that King Tamul was a lot younger than Lagin Aquis, with long brown hair, a young looking face, dark blue eyes, wearing the royal robes. He was wearing silvery white robes, with a strange hat type thing.
"Nice to meet you, King Tamul," Mon Mothma spoke first.
"Yes of course it is," Tamul said. "You can call me by my first name, Zen."
"Right, well obviously we here-" Lagin said, trying to move things along but was cut off.
"Ah, would any of you like any wine?" Zen Tamul asked.
"Yes please," Garm said.
"I'll pass on the wine thanks," Padme answered.
"Same here," Bail said.
"I'll have some though," Mon Mothma said.
"What about you Lagin?" Zen asked him.
"No thanks," Lagin said with a deep sigh. Zen called over one of the female waiters and asked her to get two bottles of the finest Onderonian wine that they had to offer. "Shall we get down to business then?"
"Yes, perhaps we should." Zen said. "What is it you have come to propose then?"
"So far we have been going around searching for people who want to take a stand against the Empire. So far we have been searching for senators who signed the Petition of 2000." Bail answered.
"We need to start up a network of different resistant groups, work together with different strategies." Garm Bel Iblis said.
"We are willing to co-operate with you, as we too have been hit rather hard. Though it may become slightly difficult as the Empire is placing regional governors in different sectors for rulers and government leaders to report too. To make sure everything is going correct. They apparently must be payed through our taxes, which means they go up slightly as well. The Imperial Governor is having a special house built for him out in the city. With imperial troops coming here, and stationing them here."
"So it will be hard to move around." Lagin Aquis said.
"For me it will." Zen said, his turn to sigh. "They will have their guards swarming all over the place."
"Which means, you will have to stay here, and stay in charge," Mon Mothma said.
Soon, after what had seemed to last for years on end, the two mechanics had finally finished the repairs. Grievous had then taken them back down to the surface and giving them a small tip on the way there. Grievous had dropped them off in the spaceport as quickly as he could and then went back into the space and returned to the New Hope. He was now on back on the bridge, and they were preparing to leave this planet and system, hopefully for good, as they say though...you never know.
"Set course for Nar Shaddaa," Grievous gave out the order.
"Yes General," OOM 2X responded. "We are set to go now." As the New Hope left Bothawui's orbit, it then soon went into lightspeed. Without any problems so far.
"Do you have any ships or troops that you could lend then? Or somewhere we could use as a base for now?" Garm Bel Iblis asked.
"Normally this would be difficult. But you're in luck, we do have a makeshift base up on one of our moons. Dxun has a base on it. For using the forest and training for soldiers. You may have seen it on your way here." Zen said.
"Oh," Bail said. Trying to recall when they did arrive.
"Well there's four moons that orbit Onderon, Dxun, Suthre, Evas and Daghri. We do have older mining facilities on them too, you might want to check them out. Though two of them aren't in use any more. It slips my mind which one is." Zen said.
"Right," Garm Bel Iblis said. "How are we going to keep in contact then?"
"Well im going to place Lagin Aquis and another man who has the highest military ranking in our army, General Vieran Teros." Zen said. "In charge of the resistance, but as far as the Empire is concerned, I have nothing to do with it."
"Then maybe it is best if your General and some of your best soldiers leave with us then." Garm Bel Iblis.
"That would be risky." Zen said, trying to decide what to do. "So much pressure. If I lose my best soldiers, and everything goes wrong here, we won't be able to fightback."
"The problem with that if you did try to fight back, the Emperor would send his best soldiers, you would be overwhelmed and forced into submission or imprisonment, slavery." Garm Bel Iblis said. "Death, torture."
"We know that." Lagin said.
"Do you have any allies anywhere?" Bail Organa said.
"We don't really," Zen said. "We don't have many enimies either apart from the Empire, and the usual, pirates, mercenaries, bounty hunters etc."
"The usual then," Garm Bel Iblis said.
"Well I'll contact General Teros after dinner," Lagin said. "And tell him to contact you, and you can ask him any questions about the army."
"That sounds good to me." Bail said.
Vader was stood in one of the many huge training rooms in the academy. Here in front of him were the Prophets of the Darkside adepts, but from now on they would be called the Imperial Inquisitorius or Inquisitors that would be the secret division of Imperial Intelligence, they would after their training report directly to Vader or even straight to Palpatine if the need call for it. He had two of the so called adepts stood in front of him. He needed to see if they were worthy and reliable enough to be in this academy. Whether or not they were strong enough.
"Only the strongest, most powerful survive," Vader said. "The ones who are weak will only try to pull you down, and aren't strong enough to fight."
Both of the adepts stood there, taking in everything he said. One of them was called Menance, and the other called Tenalis. Vader tried to read their emotions, they were showing none apart from anger, hate, and wanted to impress their new masters.
"You need to prove how strong you are," Vader said. "According to our intelligence, a Jedi named Jethir, survived order 66, and has been found to be hiding on the planet Byss. Byss is in the Deep Core, not too far from Coruscant. We have an imperial freight complex there, as well as a military base on the planet, and the Jedi there has been causing a few problems for them. Your task is to find him and his friends or allies, and either turn him to the darkside if possible or kill him." Vader said. "You may take one of our shuttles to Byss. The General in charge of our base on Byss is called General O'dor. You may work together. You may go now."
"Yes Lord Vader," Both of them gave their new master a bow.
"Use any weapon you can," Vader said, looking down at the weapons they had clipped to their belts. They both had a blaster pistols hanging from their belts along with a what looked like a lightsaber, but he knew it wasn't; it was a lightwhip. Much better for long range attacks, and clearly they had been using them at their academy on Dromund Kaas. Then again isn't that what the blasters are for? Vader thought to himself.
The two adepts then left the room, followed by Vader. Some of the other adepts were being trained by their own strongest leaders Cronal and Virak. Though they had yet to prove themselves in front of Vader, but he didn't underestimate them at all. When he read their emotions they were colder than the depths of wild space itself.
So far everything was going well, Grievous thought to himself, as he stood there on the bridge. The old Trade Federation Cruiser was running well, engines fine, hyperdrive good. They still had enough life support, as well as food for the rest of their journey. He looked around at the bridge, all the droids were stood there at their stations keeping an eye on things as well as Ahsoka at her station with her brand new astromech droid, that kept an eye on their navigation and all that business. There were other Jedi on the bridge meditating away, and relaxing. With all these Jedi onboard, I should buy something to keep at least some of them entertained, like a dejarik board or a set of cards so they could play sabacc, or a game of Pazaak. Grievous considered, but then he thought,Jedi might not want to gamble, you never know though.
"No sign of any problems?" Grievous asked.
"No general," OOM 2X responded.
"Nope, all clear," Ahsoka said.
"Good," Grievous nodded in agreement.
The journey continued. Some of the Jedi had been off this Cruiser since they left Coruscant, how they can cope with that is rather baffling. Then again that dimwit Gunray has been on here longer, but he's just a pest. Grievous thought to himself. The alarms suddenly went off. Then a second later, they dropped out of lightspeed, almost predictably, the ship jerking and rocking like a ship out at sea during a storm.
"What's going on?" Grievous demanded. "What's the status of the ship?"
"I'll just run a diagnostics," OOM 2X said.
"I don't know," Ahsoka said, as they were sitting ducks in space.
"Sir, the report says there's nothing wrong," OOM 2X said. "The hyperdrive is working fine. It will restart. The Engines are fine. Live Support is fine."
Now this was a surprise, Grievous thought to himself. "Then why did we drop out of hyperspace?"
Everybody on the bridge went silent. They had no answer. Not even the astromech droids could think of a reason. Suddenly the alarms went off on the ship.
"What is it now?" Grievous demanded.
"Sir...there appears to be an object floating in space ahead."
"What where?" Grievous turned to look at the forward viewports, but could only see black, and light from the stars in the distance.
"Ahead of our position." OOM 2X said. "Sir it seems to be emitting some sort of force field. And some sort of frequency."
"You sure about that?" Grievous asked, still not seeing the ship or whatever it was. "We didn't see it when we last came."
"Maybe its just continiously drifting through space, so we would've missed it when we came." Ahsoka suggested.
"Possible," Grievous considered. "Let's just move forwards until we reach it. Is it showing any readings or signs of life?"
OOM2X checked on his display screen. "No it isn't."
Grievous could finally see the ship they had found, it looked rather large from up here on the bridge, maybe a small corvette or a light cruiser. It was moving at a very slow rate, like a tectonic plate on a planet.
"Does it have life support?" Grievous asked.
"Yes, it does," OOM 2X answered.
"Does it have a hangar bay?" Grievous asked.
"Yes," OOM 2X answered a second later, after checking his display.
"Let's get a team together then." Grievous said. "Oh, another question, can you scan it again to make sure, that there aren't any other chemicals in the air?"
"Yes," OOM 2X replied. It took him a few seconds, as the New Hope scanned the unidentified cruiser. "The air onboard is made up of the normal compounds, Oxygen, Carbon Dioxide etc, no dangerous or harmful chemicals in the air."
"You will need to stay here, and in charge, in keep contact with us at all times," Grievous said, looking at Ahsoka.
"Yes Sir!" Ahsoka said affirmatively.
Cad Bane had been invited to have an evening meal with this man, Aerien, he didn't really trust him, even if for now he was being friendly; it could all change in a moments notice. If he ever crossed Bane, he wouldn't think twice about shooting him. Or if Zedo wanted him dead, he wouldn't mind at all—in fact he would take great pleasure in getting rid of him, if it helped Zedo the Hutt. But for now he was going to remain a guest at this base under his control. He came into the main hall room, of the base, there were small groups of people sat at small tables, and one large table in the middle of the room, where Aerien, Edwin and Vicila was sat at the table. There were a few other people sat at the table.
"Over here, my friend," Aerien waved him over.
Bane walked over to the table, and sat down at the last empty seat on the table.
"Ah this is the first time we've had a get together like this for a while," Aerien said.
I wonder why that is, the thought crossed Bane's mind, but thought he doesn't want to hear the trivial answer of it. Bane glanced around at the large number of waiters, some being droids and others being aliens or humans. "What would you all like to have to drink?"
Bane sighed, this is going to be a long night, he thought.
Grievous and his team that consisted of R3-T4, K'Kruhk, Jabidus Inspra-a human male Jedi Master and Dovish Grey-a human male Jedi Knight. The last three had decided to join Grievous on his exploration of his ship. He knew of K'Kruhk, and had fought him. But he had never met or spoken the other two Jedi until recently, they had come to him asking him what was going on, and he had indeed told them the truth and they had decided to come with him.
"Let's go," Grievous said, as he opened the exit ramp of the Lapiz Cutter, he climbed up the ramp first, and the others followed. He sat down in the pilots seat, with K'Kruhk taking the co-pilot seat. R3-T4 had to be locked by a restraining bolt, for take off and what not, so he wouldn't move about. The others sat in the passengers seat. Grievous powered up the engines, as soon as they got the clear from OOM 3C in charge of the hangar bay, they flew out of the hangar bay and out into space. They flew ahead of the New Hope by a few meters. They could see the moving ship a fair few feet ahead, drifting off to the right, very slowly, as they had mentioned earlier.
"What do you think happened?" Dovish asked, no one in particular.
"Your guess is as good as mine." K'Kruhk said. "Can't make assumptions until we see what happened on it first."
They flew around the ship, tilll they arrived where the hangar bay was located. The hangar bay doors were unsurprisingly left open, suggesting that whoever was onboard left in a hurry, however the force field was still up-that protected the inside from the vacuum. As they flew down into the small hangar bay, firstly they noticed that the lighting was still on-so that goes in the theory of the power being still on. Secondly they saw that there weren't any other shuttles in the hangar bay, but there was something else. There were human and alien corpses, about eight of them on the ground, spread out. There were also parts of dead droids scattered across the ground.
"Oh my," Dovish said as he looked past K'Kruhk's shoulder. Grievous brought the Lapiz Cutter down on the ground avoiding the dead bodies. As soon as the engines turned off, Grievous opened the exit ramp. They all got up from their seats, with Dovish and Jabidus Inspra getting off the shuttle first. Grievous released R3-T4 from his or its restraining bolt. After they had gotten off the shuttle, they walked over to the bodies. Grievous looked at their bodies, without touching them yet. Because the bodies were burnt, there were holes and burn marks in their clothes..as if it had been hit by acid or some sort of alkaline maybe. The dead aliens also had these marks too. There was blood on the ground as well.
"Can you do a scan of their bodies?" Grievous asked R3-T4.
R3-T4 beeped in agreement. He used one of his built in scanners, and scanned over one of the bodies. R3-T4 beeped something.
"Ah," Grievous said. "I could do with a datapad that translates what he said."
"Any datapad can do that," K'Kruhk said.
"Do any of you have one?" Grievous asked.
All of them shook their heads.
"Damn." Grievous said. He looked around but there was just scrap.
"Well it looks as though they were fighting each other," K'Kruhk said.
"Somebody might have gotten away." Dovish said. "Because of the hangar bay doors. No one would have opened them, unles they had a ship they could use."
"True." Jabidus said. "But its possible that somebody let the intruders on, from the inside. Opening the doors for them to come on. Which makes sense I guess, or they were trying to escape and left the doors open by accident, and the enemy came on board then."
"All possibilities. Another possibility is that the enemy were on board all ready." K'Kruhk said.
After their meal with King Tamul, he allowed them to stay in the palace till the morning as guests. There was enough rooms upstairs, either on the second or third floor. Senator Lagin Aquis, escorted them to the bedrooms.
"We will contact General Vieran Teros early in the morning," Lagin Aquis said.
"That will be good yes," Padme said.
"Thanks again for letting us stay," Mon Mothma said.
"Yes, but its not me thats letting you stay," Lagin Aquis said. "Thats down to King Tamul."
"What do you mean?" Dovish asked, K'Kruhk, not understanding what the older Jedi had meant by his last comment.
"Well, the crew could've taken the enemy onboard, maybe as prisoners or casualties. And they struck out when the crew made their mistake." K'Kruhk suggested.
"Let's move out of the hangar bay." Grievous said. They started to move towards the nearest door. Grievous tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. It was tightly sealed. Grievous took out two of his lightsabers and ignited them. He thrust both of them through the door, and cut up and down forming a large rectangle shape in the shape of a door, that was big enough to fit all of them through. After he had finished cutting the door, he took out the lightsabers, and pushed the cut metal after he had put his lightsabers away. It fell down sharply with a loud bang. Grievous stepped over the metal slab and pushed it out the way, so it wasn't a problem for the others. Once again in this corridor, there was another littering of dead bodies, burn marks on the walls, blood on the ground.
"More," Jabidus said, shaking his head.
"Let's keep moving." Grievous said. "We need to get to the bridge, to find the logs, see if they left any sign of what happend."
"And find a way of stopping that magnetic field thing so that we can re-enter lightspeed," Jabidus added.
"Oh yes, that's right," Grievous said, that had left his mind already. They came to the end of the corridor, and once again the door had been sealed. "Odd that this door is also locked." He said as he took out his lightsabers again and ignited them. He cut through the door, slicing it in a downward motion, and then going back up and across to make the rectangular shape. He took out the lightsabers, and this time he kicked the metal slab down with his right foot. The metal slab fell down backwards and crashed on the floor. Grievous stepped through the doorway, and deactivated his lightsabers, and moved the slab to one side. In this corridor there were slightly less corpses etc, how warming.
They kept on moving, making their way through the cruiser. Going from one corridor to the next. It was time consuming, and they yet had no indication if they were heading towards the bridge, or the engine room at the back.
"They look like they've only died recently," Jabidus said, as he walked past another corpse. Suddenly he stopped, he sensed something on the ship, a disturbance in the Force. "Wait."
"What is it?" Grievous asked, turning around, and looked at Jabidus. He looked confused and puzzled. The other Jedi did as well. "What is it?"
"I sensed something, there's a disturbance in the Force." K'Kruhk said. "There's something evil at work here."
"There's nothing here, apart from us." Grievous said. Let's just hope machines don't lie, Grievous thought to himself. "Let's keep moving." He took out his lightsabers, remaining cautious now.
Soon enough their patience was rewarded. As Grievous cut down the fifth or sixth door, it revealed the bridge, another load of corpses, and a droid. It was broken, but still together. Not like the other droids.
"A droid." Grievous said as they walked onto the bridge. Grievous looked at the droid, it was an old fashioned assassin droid, its light were out-he reasoned it might be an assassin droid because it was holding a blaster rifle. They made their way over to the navicomputer. From looking at the display screens, they looked as though they were still working.
"Do you think we would be able to fly this ship?" Dovish asked.
"I'm not sure." Jabidus said as Dovish recklessly punched a few buttons into the navicomputer, bringing up the captains log in the process.
"Careful." K'Kruhk warned. Suddenly his senses tingled once more. Something wasn't right about this ship...
The Imperial shuttle came down over the Imperial military base, on one of the many landing pads. They had seen a man dressed in green uniform, with several medals, obviously that was General O'dor, awaiting their arrival. There were also the Clone Troopers, other human officers and the brand new stormtroopers, that were slowly being introduced into the Imperial Army. On the other landing pads were two other shuttles and a few of the V-wing starfighters. There was also land vehicles based here, such as All Terrain Scout Transports (the walkers) and TX-130T Fighter tanks. Menance and Tenalis came down the ramp of the shuttle. They walked off the landing pad and walked over to General O'dor.
"Ah, greetings," General O'dor greeted them, without a smile on his face. His face emotionless and stern. "We have tried looking for the Jedi, but he or she continues to evade us."
"We will get it done, General." Menance said.
"Ah good." O'dor nodded, agreeing with him. "We can aid you if you need help."
"We will take it from here for now." Tenalis said.
Ah, so they won't take the help when they need it, only when they're in dire desperation will they need aid, O'dor thought to himself.
"Let's get this hunt going then." Tenalis said, confidently. They made their way into the nearby forest, there were plateaus and mountains beyond that, and further up north there were several cities with huge population numbers. They had passed the cities on their way here, and flew out over the forest as the base was built rather secluded while Imperial Freight Complex was built much closer to one of the cities.
We may need those other soldiers after all, The thought crossed Menance's mind.
"Actually, you could do a survey of the forest here, while we head up into the nearest city for recon." Menance suggested.
"Of course," O'dor replied. Ah so you do need our help, good thats what we're here for, he thought to himself with some satisfaction.
His mind couldn't seem to grasp what was going on this ship, or what had happened. K'Kruhk felt that tingling sense again. He turned around and looked at the way they had just come. There was nothing stood in the doorway, no immediate danger.
"What is it?" Grievous asked, noticing his cautiousness.
"I'm not sure," K'Kruhk said. He turned around and looked at the log that Dovish had found by accident. The last record, was recorded only two days ago, but the earliest one was from about a month ago. Too far back. The second to last one was dated about three days ago.
"Open the third to last one," Grievous said. "Then go through to the last one, so it will make easy reading and flow properly." K'Kruhk opened the log by pressing on the screen, at the record he wanted. The screen changed, and was showing a diary entry, as expected. It was dated about four days ago. K'Kruhk read it aloud.
Captains Log,
It's been four days since we fled our homeworld, when we attacked by those vicious creatures. We fear we might be the only ones left from Niros. But today we found this ship, that forced us out of lightspeed, it sent out this distress signal. They may have been sending out a magnetic field of some sort, we didn't think to check. We found travellers onboard the ship, their not from our homeworld, elsewhere. We don't know. We had decided to take them onboard as our guests because their ship was in a dire condition and they were going to all die. We don't understand or know who they are. They might be a problem. We were heading to Nar Shaddaa, as there are supposed to many job opportunities and places to live there. It's not Coruscant, but hey we can't complain. Apart from meeting those aliens, nothing else out of the ordinary.
Captain Argin Dean
"So they had picked up some travellers on their way," Jabidus said.
"I've never heard of the planet Niros," Dovish said, shaking his head.
"Go onto the next log." Grievous said.
"Right," K'Kruhk said. He went back and then selected the second to last log. He opened it.
Captains Log,
It's been five days since we fled our homeworld. We seem to be encountering problems with our hyperdrive. We keep dropping out of lighspeed almost as if someone was tampering with it. But that was the least of our problems. One of the crew was found dead in his quarters, he had burn marks of some sort all over him. His whole face had been burnt of, as though it had been hit with acid. And now we've started having problems with our droids too. They've started malfunctioning, and losing control. We don't know what's going on. Our "guests" onboard don't seem to be in the slightest bit concerned of what's happening. They keep to themselves. Which is better i suppose. But hell it seems as though they've got something to hide. Some of my crew members are beginning to distrust sooner we get to Nar Shaddaa, the better it will be for everybody. Firefek, this is my ship, and even I don't understand whats going. Who or what killed one of my own crew.
Captain Argin Dean
"It seems they found a dead man with burn marks, the same ones we found on their corpses," Jabidus said.
"Still don't understand whats going on," Dovish said.
"Open the last log." Grievous said.
"As you wish," K'Kruhk said. The Jedi Master opened the third log.
Captains Log,
It's been six days since we fled our homeworld. Yet another man has been murdered but this time we saw who did it. It was indeed our so called "guests". We recorded it from one of the onboard holocams. But now they know we know that they killed our fellow friend. We don't know who or what they are. It could've been our old enemy in disguise, but our latest discovery has put that theory out of the window, they seem to have a unique, supernatural ability, that is far more dangerous than any of the assassin droids we have onboard, in fact perhaps even two abilities that we've never seen before in the flesh. It's too late now. They will start killing us all off, one by one.
Captain Argin Dean
"The idiot didn't mention what ability," Grievous said.
"They're all dead now, right." Dovish said. "There aren't any more records after that."
"Have you found a way to turn off the magnetic field?" Jabidus asked.
"Looking for one." Grievous answered as he moved to yet another display screen.
"Maybe its best to turn off all the power." Dovish said. "And get off this ship as fast as we can."
Master Yoda was meditating in one of the small chambers onboard the New Hope. He had just felt yet another disturbance in the Force. He could feel it radiating from that corvette or cruiser..or whatever it was that General Grievous and a group of Jedi were investigating. Master Yoda got up from his current legs crossed seating position and opened the door and made his way to the bridge
