Disclaimer: I don't own any of the names, places, or anything else involved with Star Wars at all. So don't bug me. And I definitely do not own HK-47 or anything about him. He's just a great character
This is a story about Capt. Gurt Regald, a fictional Republic Captain during the Old Sith Wars (A.K.A Kotor Era) and his numerous and interesting adventures, with HK-47, who joined up with him after the Jedi Exile left to find Revan. I will post more if there is interest.
CHAPTER ONE: Skies of Onderon
The stars littered the sky like the kipt beetles of Kashyyyk as the Decadent II came out of hyperspace above the planet of Onderon with an inaudible zip. It floated weightlessly for a few moments before banking left towards Onderon where the fires of rebellion could be seen from outer space. It came to the atmosphere, where it banked again and halted. A single fighter could just be seen leaving the hanger, and flying towards the moon of Duxn.
On the bridge, Republic Captain Gurt P. Regald stood, surveying the planet below. His planet. Home. Gurt was a tall man, intimidating to some, but not to those who knew him. He had formally crew cut greying hair, unusual for his age, but then again, he was not normal. He had seen more fighting than most men, and saved more ungrateful Jedi than one man needed to. Yet he somehow always got out of jams like that. Some kind of creepy luck, no doubt, he had always thought sarcastically. He reluctantly turned his gaze off the turmoil below him as the doors to the bridge opened. Private Dorango Huran walked in from Communications. Well, not walked. He more or less ran in, saw Captain Regald, and slipped over in his eagerness to salute. Gurt hid a small smile. Some of the junior soldiers were good sources for amusement
"Captain" the private said, snapping into a straight salute.
"Yes, private?" Gurt asked calmly. The situation appeared worse than he feared, but he needed confirmation "Do you have word from the planet?"
"Yes sir. It appears Onderon is in a state of civil war," the Private said. Gurt slapped his own forehead.
"Have you looked at the window recently? A child could say as much" Gurt snapped. The private recoiled
"Sir, it is deeper than that. There is a sith ship on the other side of the planet!" Gurt took a deep breath. The only this worse than Jedi were sith.
"Damnit" Gurt said to himself. He had faced sith in his time, but they weren't exactly a flight over Tatooine. The doors opened again to admit a red, skeletal figure. HK-47
"Statement: Master, HK-47 is ready to serve" Gurt nodded absently. He always was ready to serve. A homicidal droid is not a likely companion for a high-ranking Republic Captain, but neither is a sniper rifle. Most captains stood to the side while their men shot. Not Gurt. Not ever. He got into the action and always got out.
"We'll engage. Circle the planet. We'll try and take them by surprise" The private saluted, then nervously walked out of the room. There were rumours surrounding that old captain. He always got out, but no one knew what became of the Decadent I…