"Keep moving scum, we don't have time waiting on you!" The guard shouted as he kicked forward Raidek. Gannis in front of him kneeled down to help him up, but was met with an electro-staff to the sides. Gannis yelped in pain as he was forced to get up.
"Keep moving! The Warden doesn't have all day!" The other guard shouted.
"Get up Raidek, I don't like being shocked." Gannis said. Raidek shakily stood up as placed his cuffed hands down low as to not agitate the guards again. With one final shove they were lead to the main facility before they were blindfolded and gagged. They were again dragged like dolls towards a set of confusing and twisting tunes before they finally stopped in a unpleasant and fish-like smelling office, backed up by what seems to be a salty aroma. The guards roughly took off their blindfolds and gags to reveal a tall figure staring meekly into a fish tank.
"Mr. Loto, nice of you to join us." A low deep voice began. "I'm Orys, Orys Dh'ankes'yk. It's not everyday we see political families in this prison, it's truly an honor to see someone from the planet with a celebrity status."
"Well, I aim to please my fans." He coyly smirked, but was met by a fist from the guard.
The figure chuckled before he turned around and revealed himself to the two. He was a tall and muscled Karkaradon with a sharply mouth that would make anyone feel intimidated. His skin was black that faded to white on his front body, his dark eyes flecked gold as he stared them down. He placed his clawed, web hands on the desk, and sat down in his chair chuckling quietly as he further examined the duo.
"I understand that you've been charged with Treason and Terrorism, big charges that equal big punishment. Of course with your political status, and a few quick holocalls with your grandfather, it seems that you'll be getting off easy."
"Define 'easy.'" Gannis said.
"Let's just say that the torture droid is busy this week." The warden husked, leaning back. "But, first degree treason and first degree terrorism both result in the death penalty. And beheading is still used on Dantooine and the blade is eager to meet the both of you. Get then out of my sight." Orys finished with a grin. Gannis and Raidek looked at each other and gulped, before they were turned around again and started to be gagged and bound. They were dragged away and continued down the hall, where they continued down to the confusing and narrow halls.
"Wait, they got arrested?!" Seilo just nodded as Lana sat back down and rubbed her temples.
"Well, how did they get into trouble?" Calon asked as he comforted Lana.
"Apparently a witnessed recognized him from your little battle from Coruscant. He reported it since it seems that he somehow got to Dantooine that same day and saw him on the same platform." Seilo explained. "Got new mission details from Dirk, he wants a breakout."
"Damnit Raidek, of all the times to get caught…" Jerriko murmured under his breath. "So Seilo, how will we break him out, we dress Calon up as an Imperial again and just take him to the prison?"
"Something close, but not nearly." Seilo activated the holoterminal to reveal a Pantoran man who scarily almost completely resembled him, the only difference being slight cheekbone structure, the gold eyes and instead of a beard, had a mustache.
"Who the hell is this guy?" Calon gazed in astoundment, the resemblance was almost uncanny.
"This is Jared Askri, a smuggler that's heading to the same prison as Raidek. Iced been charged with distribution and smuggling of class 1 narcotics. His transport to the prison had been delayed by us and we were lucky enough to have someone who looks like him. Right now we have Jared and the prison transport at the base."
Seilo turned off the holoterminal and folded his arms. "The problem that we face is that our way of extraction is still in development. Apparently there's a Riley character has been developing a ship inside the base. Is there any way to contact her?"
"As luck would have it she's here. She's talking to her brother right now." Lana commented.
"Let's head back to the base, and we'll go on from there." Seilo finished.
Alia stared pensively at the sleeping man, his chest heaving and dropping. This Jayce has been out for almost an hour, he definitely needs a checkup once he's back at the base. Lana opened the door to the medical bay, Spot following her and beeping excitingly.
"How's he been doing?" Lana asked sitting down next to Alia.
Alia sighed and lean back. "I've might of hit him too hard, he's been out for a while, and I was thinking that I should take him to the medical staff at the base."
Jayce started to stir as he opened his eyes. "Ugh, uh…" He mumbled.
"Looks like he's waking up." He slowly started to sit himself up, before he started to panicked at the unfamiliar scenery.
"Where am I?! Who are you!?" He startledly said. Alia claimed him down by placing her hand on him comfortably. "Woah, I feel a lot calmer…" Jayce whispered.
"How did you do that?" Lana asked.
"Old Jedi trick, they'd use this on toddlers and babies at the temple. I manage to figure it out." Alia said.
"That's cool, that's a cool thing to learn." Jayce dreamily added. "And your pretty, really pretty…"
Alia gave a small nervous laugh. "Sometimes they'd admit some things that pop in their head."
Once Jayce was completely calmed, Lana leaned close and started to speak to Jayce in Mando'a. Alia listened without a clue as they converse in the foreign language.
After a few minutes of this, a knock came onto the door. Alia and the others looked at the viewport, Jerriko mouthing Alia behind the door. "I'll be back, get whatever you can out of this guy." Alia stepped away and the two again talked in Mando'a.
The door slid open as Alia began to talk to Jerriko. "So what's the deal about that handsome kid inside?"
"He tried to take my lightsaber. But he was being chased with Calon and Breaan so they just picked him up. Another Raidek story." She smiled.
"Speaking of Raidek." Jerriko trailed off. "He went and somehow got himself captured along with some spacer that Lana knows. The guys at the base are planning a good ol' switcheroo with someone that's going to the prison as well."
"Who's involved in the operation?" Alia asked.
"Breaan and I will be acting as guards, Calon will be the prisoner and everyone else will be at the base or at the extraction ship, thanks to Riley."
"This thing just gets deeper doesn't it before we get higher doesn't it?" Alia sighed.
"Yes it does, Alia, yes it does."
Dev Majen stood at the Imperial Garrison at Sundari with only himself and a slew of body bags for his former team. Seven were laid out as the other three were wounded in battle against an entirely after the departure of the smuggler's ship. Some overly patriotic Mandalorians attacked them in a fit of defending the traitors. The ensuing chaos quelled, but at the cost of his team. Dev was told that the injuries were too severe to return them to combat and that they'd soon be medically discharged from service.
Dev pinched his nose bridge and heard footsteps. Dev turned around and saw that Vrega walked up to him and stared down at the fallen commandos.
"Remember, nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la.''*
*Not gone, merely marching far away.
"Thank you for the sentiment but that's not what you're here for is it?"
"No, Sion and the Inquisitor requested your presence inside the Commandant's office. I recommend you shouldn't keep them waiting." Vrega advised, before he went away to do whatever he does. Dev sighed and put on his helmet and calmly walked towards the Imperial building.
He turned the gray corners and the blank walls until he read the plaque indicating the Commandant's office. He politely knocked and the door slid open not a moment later. Inside were Serpion Sion, the Emperor's Hand and an Inquisitor, who was not known by any other name known to Dev, and an aged man with graying hair and a hooked nose whose face was set still in a emotion of contempt.
"Ah, Captain Majen, please sit down. Our friends from Coruscant have something to say." The Commandant spoke, pouring out some Alderaanian wine. Dev somberly sat down next to Serpion who shot him a strange smile. Vrega entered the room later and leaned next to the door, quietly viewing the scene before him.
"Captain Majen, it seems that you are in need of a team of that unfortunate incident after those traitors escaped." Serpion began, activating a holoprojector. "There happens to be a squad already in need of a new Captain, and I recommended you as a replacement. Despite your blunder of not capturing the rebels and your men dying doesn't mean I don't have hope for you."
"What are the specs on the new team then?" Dev asked enthusiastically. If the Hand was being so nice to him that must mean something bad is going to happen."
"Unfortunately, since the bulk of our shadow troopers are out trying to stop another rebel group called Rogue One, we have a group of Storm Commandos who were trained from childhood to fight."
"From Childhood? How old are they?"
"This was before the clone wars, there was a secret group of the judicious branch of the Old Republic who felt like war was eminent and started to search for special candidates for a possible clone army or just for a special forces team. They've been in our use since the switch to the Empire and should be in their twenties if not younger." The commandant answered.
"Yes, as I was saying," Serpion glared at the Commandant harshly before continuing. "These are highly trained soldiers, and they're now under your command."
"Fantastic, where do we start from here? Are we planning to return to finding Calon?" Vrega interrupted.
"I'm not too sure, so far we are instructed to find out where he is but so far we haven't had a clue." Amon spoke up. "I think he's working with the bigger Rebellion, rather than his own doing."
"And that's where we hit a block. Haron has been busy with local politics and such and hasn't been contacted since we've been on Mandalore."
"Needless to say, we will be here until we get orders from Haron. And Dev, get ready to debrief your new team, they'll land shortly, meeting dismissed." Serpion concluded.
Dev stood and saluted before he left the room. he walked passively to the landing strip as he saw a Lambda Class shuttle descending on the platform, marked with marking reading "Special Forces". He sighed and walked towards the shuttle with little excitement in his face, just waiting until he had the chance to find and kill those rebels, especially Jayce. A new team, what a stroke of luck.
The ship landed peacefully inside the hidden base as Dirk waited patiently for the crew of the smuggler's ship. Once it landed, it opened with most of the people pouring out, including Riley.
"Hello Calon, we need your crew urgently in the planning room. And you are to follow Breaan to the medical bay for your disguise. Lana will also assist you." Dirk said, wasting no time on formalities. Breaan and Calon rushed towards the medical bay with Lana close by, and wasted no time going.
Breaan, Lana and Calon reached the medical bay, only a few privacy barriers up as Breaan directed them towards the right one.
"Can you do a Pantoran accent Calon?" Breaan asked, turning the corner down a hall.
"Is this alright? Hello, I am Jared Askri, a smuggler." Calon said, his voice and pronunciation slightly different.
"That's good enough, let's see this guy." They reached an isolated room and opened the privacy barrier. Strapped to the bed was Jared Askri, who was angrily trying to shift himself off. He stopped his thrashing as soon as he saw Calon, before questioning his appearance.
"I didn't know I had a human twin, guess dad or mum was busy." Jared lightly chuckled. "What's all this? Is this why I was stopped and dragged out here instead if going to prison?"
"Just shut your face Jared, where's the medical droid?" Breaan wondered.
A medical droid so appeared behind the trio. "Hello, I am D3-7G, I'm the medical droid who's gonna help you switch these two."
"Medical droid? Why do we need a medical droid?" Lana questioned.
"We need both of them to be here and do a DNA mask so that Calon's pigment could be like Jareds and he could pass their tests." Breaan answered. "Calon, shave that beard
"Is that necessary? Couldn't we just paint Calon and switch out his pee?" Lana questioned.
"We can't, apparently there's something in the showers that makes any type of available paint wash off. This is the best way to pass him as Jared. Calon, go shave your beard into a moustache, there's shaving tools inside the refresher."
Calon nodded and hurried away. The droid came close with a syringe in its arm, probing near Jared with the needle dangerously close to his face.
"Be still Mr. Askri, I need a blood sample from you." D3 injected the needle to his arm and drew out blood, before Jared started to complain again.
"What are you gonna do with me huh, Gonna kill me?"
"Depends on how you act." Was all Breaan said. Calon came back with his face shaved and in a set of the same prison clothing as Jared. Calon sat down next to them as the droid began announcing his plan.
"The blood will contain a temporary DNA mask and pigment altering protein, once it's completely inside it'll last for 48 standard hours before it'll disappear." D7 explained. "The iris in your eyes will also change temporarily to match Jareds."
"Good to know, will this be painful?"
"No, but you'll feel a slight tingling in the areas affected. My work here is done." D7 announced. He scooted away as the area of where the needle entered Calon was now starting to tingle, and slowly turning blue.
"Wow, it's already turning blue." Calon stated, fascinated at the slow blue mass spreading azure on his arm now covering his forearm.
"We're almost late, we gotta go to the prison convoy or else they'll suspect something." Breaan noticed. "Let's get a move on."
Jerriko whistled as he saw the ship that was to rescue his friends was finally uncovered, a Corellian VCX-100 freighter, modified with gun turrets from old Republic gun ships and a some Basic that read "The Unknown Vigil" with other paintings and symbols rebellion and other things. "This is the pickup ship?" Jerriko asked, gliding his hand down its side.
"Yeah, took me a while to modify it, but this is it, mostly." Riley smiled back, happy that she impressed someone with her ship. "The thing is that it doesn't have shielding, I had to make room for the cloaking device so one good shot from a TIE or a turbolaser would take this puppy down."
"That explains why we are using it for extract only right?" Jerriko asked.
"Yup, now we're just waiting for the Calon guy to go." Riley opened the ship's hangar and entered inside the ship as she invited Jerriko. Inside, she started to talk to him about the the crew details.
"I've been over the plan with Breaan already, and I've got a good plan with the crew positions." Riley activated a holoterminal with the ship showing. The part of the ship she highlighted were positioned with the names of of who was suppose to control them.
"Lana and i will be inside the cockpit, you and Breaan will control the turrets on the top and front and Alia will manage the globe turret from the republic gunships. Once we get an all clear from Dirk we'll slide into the prison nice and easy." Riley casually laid back and put her arms behind her head. "In no time we'll have your paladin and his friend."
"Padawan, not paladin." He corrected. "Besides that i think we're ready."
Then, Alia, Breaan, and Lana came inside the ship. After another explanation of the plan, the crew watched from the ramp as the stolen prison shuttle flew off, with Calon inside, awaiting for his call to rescue their friends.
Gannis stood silently as another big alien shoved him at the lone waiting for food. Gannis fell to the floor as the ugly brute laughed his way in front of him. Raidek helped him up as Gannis brushed himself off.
"Of course, dirty criminals…" He muttered angrily as he picked up his plate. "I should've said no to Calon."
"Why didn't you?"
"I thought he would owe me after, he really does now." Gannis frowned at the plop of gooey chunks that dipped into his plate. Raidek grimaced as the same happened to his plate, before he followed Gannis to a table.
They sat down and talked quietly as guards dressed in armor passed by and gave them dirty looks. Gannis took a quick gulp of his food and made a face at the taste.
"Ugh, this food is disgusting." He commented. "We need to get out of here."
Raidek gagged at the taste of his own food and quickly put the fork down. "I'm pretty sure the Rebellion will get us, and then you can talk to Calon about your deal."
Soon, a stranger say down next to the two, his sudden appearance startling the two. A tall Pantoran man, set with a moustache and tattoos and everything. He eerily had a striking resemblance to Calon, but he seemed to be ignoring the two as if they're not there.
"Hey, who are you?" Gannis asked, some intimidation in his voice.
A Pantoran accent replied rather quickly and friendly.
"A friend." The man smiled. Raidek's face lit up as he began to realize who it was.
"That's you, isn't it Calon?"
"Yes it is." Gannis relaxed a bit and crossed his arms.
"That's a pretty good disguise, good thing that Raidek recognized you." Gannis chuckled. "I trust that you have a plan for our escape?"
"The plan is to start a riot and escape in the courtyard from a pickup ship with our crew. Don't know how we can start once though."
"Yeah before that," Gannis said. "I want to discuss my compensation for this whole debacle, was your shipment successful?"
"It was, fifty thousand credits. Let me guess, you want a cut?"
"Yeah, I do. Have you spent any of it yet?"
"Just about two thousand for supplies."
"I want ten thousand." Gannis quickly finished.
"Fine. That it?" Calon inquired.
"For now, yes." Raidek coughed to interrupt the two.
"Uh, back to escaping? I don't want to be beheaded in a few days."
"Right." Calon reached under the table and brought three very small colored earpieces, designed to match their surrounding color. "These were placed from a man on the inside, put these on and we'll communicate when we are separated. Now, who's the big guy running camp?"
Raidek quickly chimed in. "That'll be Orys whatever-his-last-name-is, he decided to give us a special greeting with us. After that we got assigned our cells and here we are now."
"There's a reason why this prison is out here and secluded but close enough to supply routes." Gannis put out. "The Pit, they call this place, because no one can ever get out and it sucks anyone in."
Calon are his food absentmindedly, use to the grimy taste of ready-to-open food for years. He smiled as he finished the last of it "Well, get ready for a historical event, because we're gonna be the first to escape."
A/N: This will be a new chapter type in planning to do, splitting it up in parts because the story arc will be too large to use in one chapter unless it's gonna be a 9 to 12 thousand word chapter which will take me like 2 months to write so yeah. as you may noticed I usually do one small arc per chapter with our main heroes and some subplots with the villains. Or ark east I think I do anyways. The new character introduced is Orys Dh'ankes'yk by Karmaisms. I've been sick lately so that explains the amount of time writing this.
Next chapter will be TRBH or Loyalty, whichever I finish first.
And speaking of Loyalty, it's a new story about Star Wars with a little twist, I'm looking for OCs so check that out if you will!
May the force be with you, Big Bravo out!