Name: Darth Vader, Formerly Anakin Skywalker
Gender: Male
Rank: Sith Lord
Serves Under: Emperor Palpatine
Location: First Death Star
Mission: N/A
Vader's raspy breathing, something he had come to ignore, overpowered the sound of footsteps behind him. Through the Force, however, he knew Grand Moff Tarkin was approaching him.
Updates about the Coruscant Mercenary, I suppose Vader would have sighed if he could.
"Lord Vader?" Tarkin said behind him. Vader technically couldn't hear him, as his "ears" were replaced by sensors. They gave him meaning, directly to his brain. Never will he hear the same. This was one of the many transformations that came with his midnight black appearance.
"Yes?"
"The Mercenary on Coruscant failed," Tarkin paused. "However, he is not dead. He has escaped. What sh-"
"Send a supply ship. Bring him back to the Death Star. I want one of our best pilots manning the ship, do you hear me, Tarkin?" Vader's voice was one of unforgiving pain. That, too, was something that came with the package.
"I do, Lord Vader. I will send one right away. What should we do with the Rebels? A Jedi has been detected among them," Tarkin nodded.
"Bring the Jedi to me. Kill the rest, for they are of no use to us," Vader emphasized on "no". The vocabulator was excellent at detecting voice changes, but it could never truly match Vader's human voice.
"Is that all, Lord Vader?"
"Yes. Now go with haste. The more time we lose, the more chance of the Jedi returning to the Rebellion."
Name: Everet GaJar
Gender: Male
Rank: Mercenary
Serves Under: Galactic Empire, Currently
Location: Atmosphere of Coruscant
Mission: Return to Death Star
Everet sighed in relief when the Rebel Sergeant fell away from the Cockpit/Escape pod. He slouched in the chair, relaxing his tense muscles. His armor was lost, and it was a sad one. The Sergeant was something else…
His line of thought was cut off by a notification.
"An incoming transmission from the Death Star, huh? Put 'em on," Everet gulped. Vader would be livid with his failure, and his way of taking out his anger usually resulted in someone's death.
A transparent, blue apparition of Darth Vader appeared above a small metal circle known as a transmitter.
"You have failed," Vader observed, keeping a calm demeanor. A light blue line rippled through his image.
"Yes… The Rebel Sergeant was powerful, though," Everet sighed.
"Powerful?"
"He used the force! Bent my armor like a piece of paper! Couldn't shoot him, the bolts strayed away from him." Everet let Vader comprehend the information before saying, "Killing two force users wasn't in the job description!"
"I understand this," Vader's tone turned to an agitated one, "But you should not rely on it. I have sent an Empirical Supply Ship to your coordinates. Stay where you are."
"I will try. My ship can shoot the cockpit off like an escape pod, so I'm there. The Rebel Sergeant fell trying to catch me, though. I think he's dead."
"A shame. He could have been of some use. Very well, at least you slowed the Rebel's attempts for the base on Coruscant. For this, you will be payed."
Everet suppressed a, "Yes!".
"Though I will pay 2000000 Empirical Credits for another job. Will you accept?"
He cursed. This was the cache for being payed in full. He didn't really have a choice, so he said, "Of course."
"Good. My ship should be here any moment. I shall see you soon." Vader's imagine faded, leaving Everet seeing through the light in the cockpit that came back on.
"This will be fun," He sighed as he left the atmosphere of the planet.
Name: Antony Quer
Gender: Male
Rank: Sergeant
Serves Under: Alliance High Command
Location: Core Worlds; Corusa Sector; Coruscant Subsector; Jedi Temple Ruins
Mission: Kill Mercenary Everet GaJar
Commanding: 25 Troops
Remaining Troops: 1
Antony almost fainted as the Jedi Temple drew nearer. It struggled to keep conscious, and did. When the Temple was almost upon him, he rolled to break his fall. He could feel the Force rush through him to try to save him.
It succeeded.
The roll left his sides and legs weak, but he survived. An involuntary groan escaped him.
"H-Hello? Sergeant Antony? Antony can you hear me?" Jerl's voice erupted from a communicator in his pocket.
"J-Jerl? Yeah, I'm here…" Antony groaned.
"Where are you? I saw you jump up to the ship, jump on top, but I couldn't see you after that," Jerl sounded worried.
"I'm at the Jedi Temple ruins… you?"
"Heading there. I can see it. I'll be there soon. Did the Mercenary escape?" Crunching grass followed his voice.
"Yeah… Get here soon, I'm dyin'" Antony chuckled.
"Don't joke like that," There was an usual serious tone in Jerl's voice.
"Fine, fine. Just hurry up."
"Will do," The transmission cut out.
Now what? Antony thought. What could a person do, lying on the ruins of the Jedi Temple?
Five minutes later, Jerl showed up in the ship that brought them to Coruscant. It was a Shuttle SW-0608. After stealing the Death Star plans, it was renamed Rogue One. Antony jumped up into the cargo area, with a boost of the force. We met up in between these areas.
"We need to get into the planet's orbit. The Mercenary left the atmosphere," Antony reported. Jerl nodded.
"I'll take the guns, you pilot," Jerl suggested. Antony was kind of thrown off by this, as he expected Jerl to want to pilot it.
"'Kay."
"''Kay'?! ''Kay' Is all I get?! God, we're doomed," Jerl muttered as he made his way to the gunner's area.
Antony strolled over to the pilot's seat, sighing in awe that it was his. He sat down on the leather-covered seat, saying to himself, "This is right…"
He picked up the shining, golden com that laid on the controls. He put the long bar against his forehead and secured it snuggly behind his ears. The microphone rested on his left cheek.
"This is Captain Antony Quer, Jerl are you ready?" Antony said into his com.
"Yes I am, sir," Jerl adjusted his com after he finished speaking, producing a scratching sound on Antony's end.
"Then let us be off!" Antony smiled as he pulled up on the yoke, causing the ship to aim towards the sky. With a slight push of a button, the engines shot them towards the blue sky.
"Did I ever tell you why you didn't pilot this ship the first time around?" Jerl's shaky voice came over the com.
"No, I suppose not. Why?" Antony applied more speed to the ship, quickening it towards it's destination. He could hear Jerl hit his head on the wall beside him.
"Because you suck," Jerl apprehensively admitted.
"Shut up," Antony grinned. Once they reached orbit, Antony could see the ship.
"Do you have sight of the ship?" Antony asked Jerl, referring to the guns, not his eyes.
"I have sight, positive," Jerl reported.
"You may fire at will," The second Antony gave the command, red blaster-fire emitted from a place that Antony couldn't see, though he knew where it was. The red plasma bolts flew across the empty space, like a red shooting star.
They hit an invisible object a few meters away from the opposing ship. Though it made no direct damage, Antony knew it was a good shot.
"Direct hit, sir. Deflector shields are damaged, and will soon be non-existent," Jerl reported smugly.
"Good. Continue fire. Make sure they can't make the jump to hyperspace," Antony could almost see the confusion in Jerl's eyes. "It's an Imperial ship; They could only be going back to the Death Star. It would be fatal to let them escape."
"Yes, sir."
They continued like this for 10 minutes, the Rogue One firing at the Combatorial-Imperial-Skyhopper, until Jerl's voice came over the com.
"Sir, they are sending us a transmission. Should we answer?" Why would they be sending a transmission? To negotiate peace? Unlikely.
"Put them on."
"Yes, sir."
A blue ghost of the Mercenary appeared over the gray disk. "I am Everet GaJar. I would like to tell you one thing: See ya later, suckas'!" Just as Everet stopped speaking, the ship jumped to hyperspace.
Antony harshly cursed under his breath. "Jerl, where are they headed?"
"The only place they could be," Jerl smiled.
"The Death Star" They said at the same time.
"Follow them."
