The Galactic War resumes throughout the galaxy. The Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic resume open hostility against one another, ready to finally put an end to war once and for all. All of the assets that each faction can muster are brought in in an effort to turn the tide of war.

To aid the Republic in the war, Colroc Jericho, the famed Voidhound, has united the privateers employed by the Republic into their own unit. The privateers continue to enjoy the benefits of their side ventures while under the protection of the Republic, as long as they oppose the Empire.

Over the past weeks, many privateers had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Finally, when all hope seemed lost, a lead is revealed, and the leaders of the privateers meet to discuss how to move next.

Port Nowhere had quickly became a second home to Colroc (the first being his ship, the Whirlwind, of course). Whenever he wasn't out on another smuggling job, he was at the spaceport. It definitely wasn't a bad place to call home. From the (discounted) drinks he could get at the station's catina and playing pazaak with the other privateers, Port Nowhere had its benefits.

What Colroc didn't like were the meetings with the leaders of the privateers. Although he was cited as the new leader of the privateers, he was a figurehead. Not that he minded his role as the face of the privateers, which certainly opened new doors and opportunities. The real brains behind the organization were the small group of leaders that stuck out. Out of the group, Risha and Rogun did most of the leading behind the scenes, with the others offering minimal contributions.

Colroc left behind most of his crew to the catina and took an elevator up to the floor that held the meeting room. He was already running late, not that he was in any rush to meet with some of the most deadly captains around. Although the Voidhound had reached a business deal with Rogun, the pirates that swore loyalty to him after the Voidwolf's defeat were ones to keep an eye on. Carac and Lunatta were merciless. Colroc was slightly thankful that Trizz'mal died in the opening shots of the Battle of Corellia, and was quickly replaced with someone less dangerous.

When the elevator door opened, Colroc started to whistle on his way to the meeting room. Once he stepped inside, all of the gathered captains gave him an annoyed look for his tardiness. He paid them no heed and took his seat at the head of the table. Everyone was in attendance: Risha, Rogun, Carac, Lunatta, and Leg'navak, a slightly overweight twi'lek that replaced Trizz'mal after his death.

"Good to see you all gathered here today," Colroc greeted.

"And we should start scheduling these meetings earlier than we intend to meet," Risha smirked with her comment. "Then you may be on time."

"Make it happen," Colroc winked, and turned to the rest of the captains. "First item of business is out of the way. What's next."

"We have a lead on our missing people," Rogun announced.

"Your missing people," Carac corrected. "All of my forces are accounted for."

Slowly, the Twi'lek of the group stood up. Out of the pirates and scoundrels of the group, Colroc was the least worried about Leg'navak (or, as he liked to call him, Leg). Trizz'mal's forces took the brunt of the damage during the Battle of Corellia, and when the dust cleared, Leg was the highest ranking officer of that unit. He was a nervous and easy-to-scare man. He had been indentured to serve on a pirate crew after being kidnapped. Despite not being a true pirate, he kept his forces in line well enough despite his nature.

"Well, Captain Jericho, sir," Leg coughed into his arm. "I, uh, did some research. All of the missing privateers had something in common: their ships were last docked at the Coruscant Spaceport."

"Not much of a lead, but it's better than nothing," Colroc noted. "I'll take Corso down with me to Coruscant. We'll investigate the spaceport, maybe check around some of the catinas, the usual works."

"Is this really necessary?" Lunatta asked, rolling her eyes. "The missing men are dead by now. We're better off employing replacements."

"Agreed." Carac nodded. "They knew what they signed up for."

"Overruled," Colroc declared. "We look out for our own."

"It's also bad business if it turns out someone is actively sabotaging our efforts and we do nothing about it," Rogun added.

"Still, I have some doubts about our investigators," Risha turned to Colroc, skeptical. "Maybe I should go with you and Corso, to make sure you two are doing your job."

"I see that you already miss being part of my crew," Colroc grinned. "Tell you what. Your old first mate spot is full but I could use an extra pair of hands if you really miss the adventuring life."

The idea to unite the privateers under leadership that understood them was Colroc's idea, but it was Risha who executed that idea. In doing so, she did sacrifice her role as first mate of the Whirlwind to better serve as an administrator, and to dedicate more time to retaking Dubrillion. Her role as first mate and the Whirlwind's mechanic had been taken over by Corso and Bowdaar, respectively. Still, the band of misfits did miss their resident queen.

"A tempting offer, but on second thought, I think I might take your spot as the head when you turn up empty handed," Risha answered, with the captains (excluding Leg), snickering.

"Fair enough," Colroc nodded.

"Uh, Captain Jericho, sir, but I think I could come with you," Leg offered. "It's my lead, you know."

"If you want, but if we're being honest, I expect this to be the work of a gang," Colroc stood up and smirked. "Go grab your scatter gun. We'll bust down some Black Sun warehouses to get to the truth."

"I'll, well, I'll pass," Leg bowed his head in shame.

"Roger that, Leg. Let's get back to work everyone," Colroc announced, then activated his communicator. "Corso, prep the Whirlwind. We're off to Coruscant."

With the meeting over, Leg returned to his own ship, which was docked within Port Nowhere. It was a transport ship with no weapons. Leg detested violence and wanted a quick end to the Galactic War. Still, he was worried that there was a price to pay for that quick end.

Leg sat in the bridge by himself, scatter gun in hand. He nervously watched the ship scanners, which reported that a ship jumped into hyperspace. He sighed in relief at first but realized that the hard part was next. He gulped down his fears and activated the holocommunicator by his chair. It pinged for a few moments before activating.

A holographic image of a slim man garbed in armor like that of a Mandalorian was projected.

"Rosu," Leg greeted nervously, scratching the scalp of his head. "Uh, just calling in to tell you that I did my part of the plan."

"Jericho's on his way to Coruscant then?" Rosu asked and was answered by a nod from Leg. "Good. I'll move in to finish phase one."

"And, well, you'll tell your employer that I did my part, right?" Leg brought up.

"You can tell him yourself when you complete phase two," Rosu told him, voice irritated and arms crossed.

"But what if you don't complete your part of the plan?" Leg quickly realized his mistake. "Not that I think you will, but, uh, well, I'm worried is all."

"Don't be: I always get my mark," Rosu answered with confidence. "Good luck on your end."

Leg opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could, the projection of Rosu flickered away. He sighed and collapsed down on his seat, groaning. He was putting everything on the line for the job he had. Plus, his secret allies scared him more than Carac or Rogun do. Yet, he assured his own doubts. As long as he held his end of the plan, he would be safe, and the war would come closer to its end.

For the most part, Corso followed Colroc's lead on Coruscant. He had been learning tricks from his captain ever since they started their partnership on Ord Mantell. Still, the tricks of being a good leader was something he was still picking up on. The promotion to first mate was new to him, and although he was giving it his all, he still had a lot to learn.

The search for the missing privateers was a slow investigation. Colroc first started at the Coruscant Starport and was able to get security footage on the hangers the privateers previously used. Nothing came up. And by nothing, it was clear that someone had sabotaged the camera feed. It showed the ship docking, nothing, then it departed.

"What do you think this means, Captain?" Corso asked, following Colroc out of the spaceport.

"Someone's definitely sabotaging us, and whoever they are, they're professionals," Colroc answered. "Definitely wasn't one of the gangs. They're sloppy. Which means we should check some of the less reputable cantinas for rumors. Maybe they'll know what happened to our people."

Corso saw the logic with that and followed Colroc to the airspeeder depot. The captain drove off with his first mate sitting beside him in the passenger seat. They left behind the gleaming skylights of Coruscant for the darkness of the planet's underworld, occupied by criminal gangs. Thankfully, after the defeat of the Voidhound, Colroc's reputation preceded him. No one would dare try picking a fight with him.

The duo checked out whatever cantina they could find. The rumors were very far fetched, but slowly, Colroc started to pick out small details, the kernels of truth. Someone was targeting the privateers. The two returned to a platform that overlooked an edge that overlooked the lanes of speeder traffic and fell to the end of the planet. Their yellow airspeeder was parked there, although they had no other destination in mind.

"Is that it, Captain?" Corso crossed his arms, slightly annoyed that their search was coming to an end. "We still don't know who we're dealing with."

"We don't," Colroc sighed. "But we do know there's a threat to the privateers. It's strange that out of all the places, they get targeted at Coruscant. It's only the more patriotic privateers that come here. So, we have them steer away from Coruscant."

"This doesn't feel right at all," Corso looked down at the ground. "We should be finding out who's responsible."

"And we will," Colroc placed a hand on Corso's shoulder. "Just not now. I wished I kept better track of contacts in Coruscant. Not sure if we can trust any of Darmas' contacts. I'm sure Rogun might have-"

Corso heard blaster fire, and before he could react, Colroc threw them both to the ground. The two scampered to take cover behind their speeder, the blaster fire following after them. Their assailant missed when the two smugglers took cover. Corso pulled out Torchy and Colroc unholstered his two blaster pistols.

Corso looked over the speeder briefly to get a look at their attacker. He ducked down when blaster fire struck the edge of the speeder. Still, he had his look. They were attacked by an armored man wielding two blaster pistols, just like Colroc. He had a slim build and his armor was dyed to be primarily red with hints of gray on the edge. The design resembled the armor of a Mandalorian, just like Akaavi.

"Looks like we're getting our chance to take down the man behind the disappearances," Corso grinned. "Ready when you are."

"On the count of three," Colroc nodded. "One, two…"

The two popped up from their cover. The two had formed a common strategy from years of working together. Colroc unleashed a steady barrage, forcing their armored attacker to seek cover behind a group of crates. Corso took careful aim and fired a few shots with Torchy. The blaster fire struck their attacker yet his armor endured the blow.

Now behind cover, their ambusher unleashed his own barrage upon the speeder. Colroc and Corso both ducked down to cover and took time to reload their weapons.

"Did you get a shot on him?" Colroc asked.

"The shot just blasted off his armor like nothing," Corso grunted. "This guy's tough."

"Time to call in the calvary," Colroc reached for his communicator. "Corsec, there is a shootout at- hello? Anyone there?"

"Something wrong?"

"My communicator not working."

"Maybe we're being jammed?"

Colroc thought for a moment, then gasped. "Corso, we're not dealing with a kidnapping. This is an assassination."

"An assassination," Corso repeated, trying to take in the news. "This isn't good."

"And this is the downside of being famous," Colroc sighed. "Corso, get the speeder on. I'll crawl in."

Corso nodded and clutched Torchy with both hands. With his battle armor, he would be able to endure the attack, although his head was exposed. Corso ducked out from his cover and took potshots towards the crates the attacker hid behind. The attacker returned fire and their respective shots bounced off of each other's armor.

Corso quickly hopped in the driver's seat of the speeder and activated it. Colroc quickly threw himself over into the passenger side and Corso sped away in the speeder. The two smugglers let out a loud cheer as they escaped from the ambush. They had an idea on who was behind the attacks on the privateers now as well. They just needed to get out of the jammer's field.

A blaster bolt fired into the dashboard of the speeder.

Corso and Colroc both looked over their shoulders. The armored attacker pursued, chasing after them with rocket boots.

"What is up with this guy?" Colroc snapped. "First he has some of the best armor, and now, rocket boots?!"

"Captain!" Corso called out.

"Right, take a left up ahead," Colroc commanded and stood up from his seat. "No traffic, so no risk of civilian casualties. Just keep the speeder steady."

Corso made a turn to the left, between two buildings. Their attacker pursued, opening fire. Colroc returned fire, both opponents firing twin blaster pistols. In the end, the smuggler had the upper hand over his foe. Their attacker was a good shot, but he had to worry about shooting, flying, and avoiding blaster fire. Corso sped up the speeder, intending to leave their foe behind.

With just rocket boots, the ambusher had no hopes of keeping up. Yet, he had time for one final barrage. This time, he focused fire upon the engines of the speeder. There was an explosion and the speeder leaned towards the right.

Colroc, who was standing up in his seat, was thrown from the speeder and started to fall with a scream.

"Colroc!" Corso yelled out.

Corso's attention was divided. He tried to keep the speeder steady, yet his attention was focused solely on the falling captain. Then, the attacker zoomed past him, towards Colroc. Corso cursed and pulled out Torchy. With careful aim, he took the shot. The blaster bolt shot into one of the attacker's rocket boots, and he lost control. He flew straight into a building, breaking through the glass windows.

Corso let out a cheer. But now, he lost sight of the captain. Before he had a chance to look, his speeder veered off into the side of the building. There was the crashing of glass and something hit the back of his head. Everything went dark afterwards.

When the dust from the battle cleared up, Corso was taken away to receive medical attention at the nearest hospital. His consciousness flickered in and out during the treatments. He wasn't sure how much time went by when he finally recovered. After the treatments were over, he was left alone in a room with a bed and a medical droid to look after him.

Corso immediately questioned the droid on what happened with Colroc and their attacker. The droid only responded with programming, telling him to rest, and that he had a visitor. Although frustrated, he remained patient. He hoped it was someone else from the crew, ready with answers.

Instead, a man Corso had never seen before entered the room. He was a young man with blonde hair and in a blue and white uniform. Corso recognized the man belong to the Republic Strategic Information Service. After the speeder accident, he expected that some authority would want to question him on what happened. He wasn't expecting someone with the SIS to be in charge of that.

"Gilliam Keasten, SIS," the agent introduced himself. "You will be cleared to leave and return to your life after you answer a few questions."

"Right," Corso nodded and sat up on his bed. "What do you need to know?"

"Do you have a clear memory on what happened?"

"I do. I didn't hit my head that hard."

"I just wanted to make sure. Start from the beginning, and try not to leave any details out."

Gilliam pulled out his datapad, ready to record any information Corso revealed. At first, he wasn't sure how much to reveal to the agent, especially regarding the disappearances and security issues of the privateers. He was a good man, even if he didn't follow the law exactly. Still, if anyone had any answers on where Colroc and his attacker were, it was Gilliam.

Corso revealed everything he knew. Starting from the disappearances of the privateers to the mission Colroc led for the investigation. He spoke in detail about the battle and included as many details as he could about his attacker. Gilliam asked questions for clarification from time to time, but otherwise, remained silent and recorded the story.

"Thank you, Corso Riggs," Gilliam put his datapad away. "That's all I needed to hear. You're free to leave now. The staff has your possessions, including your… collection of guns."

"Hold on just a moment," Corso stood up when he saw Gilliam turn to the door. "You need to tell me where Captain Jericho is. And what steps are you taking to deal with the man who attacked us? I'm not being left in the dark."

Gilliam sighed, then turned back to Corso. "Your unidentified attacker escaped. We searched where he crashed and didn't find him. Unlike you, he didn't pass out when he crashed."

"And the Captain?"

Gilliam hesitated, then looked up at Corso. "Captain Colroc Jericho is dead."

Corso looked stunned for a moment. "You're kidding."

"I'm not. I hate to be blunt, but it will be the only way you'll understand that he is dead. Jericho fell from the speeder with nothing to catch him or slow down his fall. He died on impact. It… it wasn't pretty. I am sorry for your loss."

Corso lost a lot of people he knew and cared for during his life. He lost family and friends alike due to the conflict around him. At first, he refused to believe that Colroc was truly dead. Ever since leaving Ord Mantell, the two encountered deadly foes, pirates and Imperials alike. It just seemed unreal for the famed Voidhound to fall victim to a long fall.

Corso fell back down on the bed and Gilliam left. As much as he hated to admit it, there was no denying the truth. Captain Colroc Jericho, the man who discovered Nok Drayen's treasure and defeated the Voidwolf, was dead. Corso placed his hands over his head, realizing how much he was going to miss his best friend.

The following days went by quickly for Corso. He had to be the bearer of bad news when he piloted the Whirlwind to Port Nowhere without Colroc. The news was devastating for everyone. No one one cried over his death but there was mourning for his loss. When the news was first shared, drinks at the cantina were free, in memory of the Voidhound. A lot of smugglers and pirates had a little too much to drink then, Corso included.

The next day, it was back to the normal routine.

There were some changes that came with Colroc gone. His role as the leader of the privateers fell to Risha, who scheduled more meetings with the other captains on how to proceed. There were talks of looking for a new officer to fill in the empty seat at the meetings. Corso heard rumors that Leg had a candidate in mind and was receiving backing from the pirates. He didn't know the exact details.

Corso was now the captain of the Whirlwind and its remaining crew. He made his intentions clear at first that they were going to find the man who killed Colroc and make him pay. Akaavi and Bowdaar both agreed to the mission and the only complaint Guss had was how dangerous it would be. Corso thought about returning to Coruscant and picking up on the SIS's trail on the attacker.

The day they were supposed to leave, Corso caught sight of Gilliam in Port Nowhere.

Corso watched him take the elevator up to the captain's meeting room. He knew that there wasn't a meeting with the captains. Asides from Risha, all of the officers were gathered in the cantina. Gilliam must have arranged for a one on one meeting with the new leader of the privateers. Corso waited by the elevator, figuring that if anyone could give him more hints on the mystery.

When the elevator opened, Gilliam and Risha stepped out from it.

"Gilliam," Corso greeted. "Did you find out anything about the man that killed Colroc?"

"That's classified," Gilliam said and walked past Corso.

"Classified?" Corso turned around. "You can't just leave like that, you know."

"That's enough, Corso," Risha ordered and walked by his side. "Look, you remember about how you wanted to go back to Coruscant?"

"Of course I do."

"I'm calling that off. That's an SIS investigation now."

"Oh come on!" Corso exclaimed. "Are we just going to stand by and do nothing about Colroc?"

Conflicted, Risha looked away from Corso. "Gilliam made a very compelling case to remain out of this. I miss him just like you do, but right now, we're staying out of it. We're not losing anyone else. I won't let anyone else from our crew die."

Corso sighed. "Risha…"

"Just go and take it easy for now," Risha told him and walked off. "There's a lot going on right now."

"Like what?" Corso called out. "What did he tell you to hold off on getting the man that took down Colroc?"

Risha didn't answer him and walked out of fight. Corso grew more frustrated from being left out of the investigation. There definitely was something going on if the SIS was trying to keep involvement of others down. He thought about going over the command and begin with his search anyways. However, he reminded himself that he had to be smarter. Colroc always had a plan and didn't rush blindly into conflict. He needed a plan.

Corso returned to the cantina on Port Nowhere to meet up with the rest of the crew. There were a couple of privateers off duty. Akaavi and Guss sat at their own table and Corso was surprised to see Rogun was with them, casually sipping from a drink. The crime lord didn't usually associate himself with others. Guss stood up from his chair and waved at Corso. He smiled and took a seat with the group.

"Corso, good to see you," Guss greeted. "Say, did I tell you what a wonderful job you're doing and I greatly appreciate that you still let me stay on board like Colroc did? I just wanted to-"

"Risha is taking us off the job," Corso interrupted. "Said that the SIS had matters under control."

"And are we really going to leave this to the SIS?" Akaavi asked.

"So, that's what the meeting was about," Rogun commented. "I tried to involve myself but the agent sent me off. Told me that the information he had was on a need-to-know basis. If they're not going to listen to me, I'll give what I know to the people who will."

"You know something to help us?" Corso asked, intrigued.

"Rosu Phorgi is the man you're after," Rogun revealed. "After I heard the description of who attacked you, I did a little bit of digging with some contacts."

"Well, don't keep us in suspense," Corso leaned in. "Tell us more!"

"Rosu's a Cathar bounty hunter. One of the more deadly ones at that. He was originally a boxer in the slums until he went against a Hutt trying to rig a match. The Hutt tried to get revenge but Rosu took up a blaster and shot his attackers dead. Just so happened that a lot of his attackers had bounties on their heads. He saw profit and went with it."

"What about his employers?" Guss asked. "Maybe one of them had a grudge against our late captain."

"He takes jobs from anyone and against everyone. He's good at what he does. Rumor is that he got his armor by strangling a Mandalorian target to death. Since then, he's been upgrading his armor."

"He either killed someone who thought they were Mandalorian or…" Akaavi paused. "Regardless, he'll pay."

"Let's not be rash," Guss raised his hands. "We don't even know where he is."

"He has an apartment in the Red Light Sector on Nar Shaddaa," Rogun smirked. "Whenever he's not on a job, you'll find him there. I'll send you the coordinates. Do whatever you want with it."

"Let's go," Corso stood up.

"Am I the only one opposed to taking on an armed and deadly bounty hunter in his home territory?" Guss complained. "I'll sit out on this one. Unless this means I'm off the crew."

"Coward," was all Akaavi said before leaving.

"Don't worry, Guss," Corso followed after her. "You stay here and make sure Risha doesn't find out where we're going. With both Akaavi and Bowdaar, Rosu won't know what hit him."

For the first time since Colroc's untimely end, Corso felt inspired. He was going to get revenge for his captain and take down a criminal at the same time. Best part is that he wasn't even going to get into trouble with Risha. He was ordered to not look for clues on Coruscant. She said nothing about looking for clues in Nar Shaddaa. He felt that Captain Jericho would be proud of his planning.

Corso accompanied Colroc to Nar Shaddaa when they were hunting down Nok Drayen's treasure. The planet still sickened him today. It was much like Coruscant. It appeared to be a glamorous city that covered the entire planet but had its own criminal element. While that was more controlled on Coruscant and covered up, Nar Shaddaa embraced its dark side.

After docking at the spaceport on the planet's surface, Corso led Akaavi and Bowdaar to the Red Light Sector. It was here where illegal stims were produced and sold before being introduced to the market properly. Spice dealers traded to addicts on the corner of streets. Overall, the city sickened Corso. His companions were more stoic when they finally approached the apartment complex that matched Rogun's coordinates.

"This is it," Corso looked at the building, arms crossed. "So, uh, how are we going to do this?"

«You do not have a plan?» Bowdaar asked in Shyriiwook.

"I didn't think this far ahead. Rogun didn't exactly give us a room number. How about you, Akaavi?"

"Third floor," Akaavi said. She had her gaze turn upward. "I saw a Cathar through one of the windows."

"You think that's our guy?" Corso looked up. "I can't see him. All of the lights are down."

"He has dark fur, and it's as if he is trying to hide," Akaavi noted, then marched forward. "He saw us. He remembers you. We must act."

"Right!" Corso followed after her. "Bowdaar, watch the door! If he slips past us, you're getting him."

Bowdaar roared in agreement and stood guard by the door. Akaavi and Corso rushed up the stairs towards the third floor. Akaavi pulled out her electrostaff and Corso pulled out Torchy. They ran towards the door that led to Rosu and took cover at its sides. They nodded at each other and Akaavi kicked down the door.

Rosu greeted them with a barrage of blaster fire and forced Akaavi back to cover. The bounty hunter saw their approach and had enough time to prepare for the attack. When the blaster fire stopped, Corso poked out of cover and took several shots with Torchy. He cursed to see that Rosu was quick to get back in his armor once he was discovered. Although he was careful to avoid the shots, those that did struck only stained his armor.

Corso ducked behind cover to reload and Akaavi sprung into action. She charged into the room and disarmed Rosu of both his blaster pistols with a swing of her electrostaff. She went for a jab but the bounty hunter stepped aside and placed both his hands in front of his face. Corso tried to take another shot but wasn't able to without risking Akaavi in his crosshairs.

Akaavi swung with her staff but Rosu was able to grab it by the hilt and step closer. He punched her across the jaw, and with his punch, he threw her weapon aside. Rogun mentioned that Rosu was a boxer before being a bounty hunter and that was starting to show. Akaavi landed a few decent hits but his armor protected him. Rosu attacked her head with a series of jabs. Ultimately, a single punch sent the Zabrak down onto the ground.

With Akaavi out of the way, Corso unleashed as many shots as he could with Torchy. They all connected with Rosu's chest, and although they didn't pierce his armor, they forced him back. The bounty hunter shattered through the window and fell down. At first, Corso was optimistic. The fall was going to hurt, armor or not, and Bowdaar was waiting for him.

Then, Rosu blasted away towards the sky with his rocket boots.

"Oh come on!" Corso kicked the wall. He sighed afterwards and helped Akaavi up from the ground. "You alright?"

"His punches were soft," Akaavi grunted. "He is no Mandalorian."

"I forgot about his rocket boots," Corso hit the back of his head. "How could I forgot about something that important?"

"It does raise another question," Akaavi turned, looking towards a datapad on a nearby table. "Why did he stay and fight when he could have run?"

"Of course!" Corso quickly picked up the data pad. "Come on, come on. Blast! All of the data is wiped."

"And our search comes to an end," Akaavi walked out of the room. "We're leaving. There is nothing more for us here."

Corso looked around the room, desperately looking for something that could serve as a clue. Yet, even in the darkness, he saw that Rosu was quick to get rid of any evidence on his role. He cursed and slowly followed after Akaavi. There was a lot more he had to learn about being a good captain. If only Colroc was around to show him the ropes more.

Next time, Corso was going to beat Rosu. He swore that the next they fought, he would stop him once and for all.

Rosu landed on a balcony and took a few steps forward. He was caught off-guard and nearly paid for it with his life. If he was a second slower, everything would have fallen apart. He always made sure that he had the upper hand with his targets and tried to never be caught off guard. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

However, Rosu had questions. He recognized the man who shot him out of his own apartment. Leg identified him as Corso Riggs, previously the first mate of the Whirlwind, and now, thanks to the death of Colroc, he was the captain. Someone leaked his location to the new captain. That was something he wouldn't tolerate from anyone.

Rosu took out his holocommunicator and activated it. A few seconds later, Leg answered, scatter gun in hand.

"I need answers, Leg," Rosu demanded. "Corso and his buddies just tried to take a hit out on me."

"W-what?" Leg stammered. "I didn't know."

Rosu saw that he was telling the truth. "I can't go back to my apartment. I'm going to need a new place. Speaking of, I'm still waiting for my award on taking down the Voidhound."

"Uh, about that," Leg rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Well, our employer needs proof of the deed before you get paid."

"I saw him fall to his death. Everyone knows he's dead."

"I know, it's just that, well, SIS was here earlier. I think they're trying to cover up the Voidhound's death. You know, bad for the war morale. So not everyone knows he's dead."

"I don't give a damn about morale," Rosu sighed in defeat. "But fine. I need you to get me back to Coruscant."

"M-me?"

"And I'm going to need more weapons. I'll meet you soon."

"Wait a minute!"

Rosu ended the call with Leg. Despite being a coward, he would come and pick him up or he risks their employer's wrath. Finding proof of the murder threw a wrench in his plans but he was professional. He hadn't missed a mark yet and he wouldn't start now.

"Guss told you?"

"Guss told me."

Corso sighed. When the Whirlwind returned to Port Nowhere, Risha was waiting for them, and she wasn't happy at all. The only way she could have known about their little venture was if Guss told her. Of course, the Mon Calamari would have told her anything if he felt threaten. And it was very easy to threaten him. Corso made a mental note to bring Guss along on his next adventure, if there was another one coming.

"We need to talk, Corso," Risha turned around and walked off. "Away from the others. You'll get your answers and that'll put a stop to any crazy plans you may have."

"It'll take a lot of convincing to get me not to avenge the Captain," Corso said and followed after her.

Risha made no comment regarding his declaration. A few minutes later, they took the elevator up and were now in the captain's meeting rooms. Risha took a seat at the head of the table and asked Corso to talk about what happened on Nar Shaddaa. Corso paced in front of her while sharing his story. Risha took a moment to think after hearing his story, making sure she was certain of what to say, then nodded.

"At least you can probably keep a secret better than Guss," Risha sighed. "Colroc's alive."

Corso was stunned by the news. "He is? You're not kidding me?"

"I'm not. He was badly injured when he fell onto a hanging metal beam, but otherwise, he's fine. He's currently under SIS protection."

"The Captain was always one lucky man," Corso couldn't help but smile, relieved that his best friend was alive. "Tell SIS we can keep him safe."

"We can't," Risha shook her head. "The attempt on his life was planned."

"And we know that someone is after him. We know what to expect."

"There's more to it than that," Risha hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Corso. "I doubt that Rosu just knew that the Voidhound himself would show up to Coruscant one day. Someone told him and there's only a handful of people who knew."

"Like me," Corso realized. "That's why you didn't tell me."

"You didn't seem like the kind of guy to backstab his best friend for a promotion, but I couldn't be too sure," Risha nodded. "The others, on the other hand, I still can't trust."

"The other captains?"

"They were the only other ones who knew. I'm not sure what they were hoping to gain. Maybe they were hoping to take his spot and lead the privateers but they all voted for me to do that. There's something working against us right now."

"So, what do we do now?" Corso asked.

"We let SIS do their job," Risha answered. "The Captain's safe as long as we keep his survival a secret. Gilliam assured me he had the best security for him. You will let this drop for now. Understood?"

Corso paused, taking a moment to think. "Loud and clear."

"And don't give any idea that you know what I told you either."

"I won't. It'll be hard not to tell the rest of the crew. Except for Guss, of course."

Risha smirked. "You're already thinking like a captain now. Colroc would like to hear that when he gets back. That's all I needed to tell you. You're free to go now."

Corso left the room, and once the door closed, he made sure that there was no one else around. Once he knew he was alone, he cheered loudly. Hearing that Colroc was still alive was the best news he had heard since he first thought that his captain was killed. Soon, everything would be back to normal. Colroc would return to pilot the Whirlwind and Corso would be his first mate, just like old times.

Still, Corso was worried about the traitor within the privateers. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the plot. If the pirate captain didn't sell out Colroc for his position, then it must have been for wealth. He doubt Rosu was the mastermind either. There definitely was a conspiracy, one that had to be taken care of before the Voidhound could return.

A/N: The name's Archer, and I'm glad to see that I get the chance to write fanfic for the Star Wars: The Old Republic.

I grew up with Star Wars, watching the movies and playing the games. I'm not too big on all of the Legends stuff, but I plan on playing loose with canon anyways. Nothing drastic (at least I think).

The idea for this is a series of stories and arcs. Think of it as SWTOR version of the CGI Clone Wars (both of which I love). Right now, we are in the "Death of the Voidhound" arc. And for the record, this takes place between the events of Act III and Rise of the Hutt Cartel.

Now, I'll admit one thing, and that's I've never written sci-fi before. Oh well. By writing this, I hope to grow better as a writer. If you enjoy what I have in store, feel free to follow the story and leave a review with constructive criticism.

Until next time.