Name: Darth Vader, Formerly Anakin Skywalker
Gender: Male
Rank: Sith Lord
Serves Under: Emperor Palpatine
Location: Death Star
Mission: N/A
Vader had resumed his position at the window of the command center on the Death Star. Tarkin had been getting reports about the Mercenary they hired for the past hour, so Vader had been unoccupied.
He watched the TIE-Fighters zip in around the Death Star, on their patrol. Vader had ordered some of the scientist on the Death Star to create a superior to the TIE-Fighter, as they were without protection. No recent reports had come up about the new ships.
An incoming transmission notification drew his attention to the man who sat in front of the transmitter. The man answered, paying no attention to Vader.
"It's for you, Lord Vader," The man stuttered, trembling as he came close to the powerful Sith Lord.
"Thank you," Vader dismissed the man back to his station with a flick of his hand. The man sat back down as Vader peered at the person who made the transmission.
Everet was sitting in a chair, looking at Darth Vader with a look of despair.
"As you probably already know, the Skyhopper and the Rogue One are headed straight for the Death Star. I'm coming for my pay."
"You shall find none," Vader hissed, his vocabulator emitting the sound of venom in his voice. "You are a working part of the Empire. Murder is not tolerated, unless of Rebel uprisings. You shall not return to the outer rim, or anywhere not within in the reach of the Empire. You work for me, and Palpatine," Vader emphasized on his and his master's name. Today was not a good day.
"You cannot force me to-" Everet began.
"I can and will enforce this. You will be a part of the Empire, whether you like it or not. You will die otherwise," Vader would have smiled if he could under the mask at his unforgiveness.
Everet eventually submitted, letting it go.
"Now, I want you to bring the ship to the Death Star. I shall deal with it as I see fit," Vader commanded. Everet sighed, then nodded. The transmission ended. Vader shook his head. Some peopleā¦
Name: Everet GaJar
Gender: Male
Rank: Mercenary
Serves Under: Galactic Empire
Mission: Bring the Rogue One back to the Death Star
Everet told the pilot to slow back to realspace so he could combat the ship.
"Coming into realspace. The Rogue One is slowing,as well," The pilot reported.
"Fine. Open the supply hatch, but keep the barrier. I want to attack them directly," Everet grabbed his black weapon, that had killed many. He had found it in the remains of the Clone Wars, and kept it in remembrance of his father. His father was a Jedi of the order, but not a master. He had died in Order 66, when the clones turned on him.
Everet had used the kyber crystal from his father's lightsaber to make a gun/lightsaber hybrid that he used now, the beautiful thing it is. Even though he wasn't supposed to make attachments, his father still fell in love with a woman, and they had a child. It was Everet.
The supply door opened, but a transparent blue wall stayed. If it didn't, Everet would be sucked into the vacuum of space, and die due to lack of oxygen. Or freeze first. Probably the latter.
The Rogue One had a supply door, as well, but they didn't have the advanced weapons Everet did.
A long rifle with an attached scope lie a few feet away from where Everet stood. Why not? He asked himself, while walking over and picking up the rifle.
After a few seconds, Everet had set up his little station; It consisted of the sniper rifle in front of him, the lightsaber gun, and a few other small blasters, just in case.
He aimed his rifle at the opening door. Within, he knew the Jedi or Rebel Sergeant stood there, armed with a blaster ready for his death. The blue door did give Everet air, but it didn't protect him from bolts.
As he expected, the Jedi swung around the corner, lightsaber ignited. His other hand held a basic blaster, aimed at him.
Everet, without hesitation, lowered his head down so he was eye level with the scope.
Down the scope, Everet could see a crossbar, and it's center point was the Jedi's chest. He fumbled for a second for the trigger, then pulled it.
The red bolt flew forth from the barrel, which got progressively a lighter shade of black to gray to white.
The Jedi deflected the shot with his lime-green blade, sending it flying elsewhere. Everet cursed, then fired again. The two ships flew in sync, so one wouldn't hit another. If he wasn't trying to kill someone, Everet would have admired the pilot who flew the Rogue One. He had skill. Too bad he had to die.
A man in a leather jacket, leather pants, and a short blaster stepped out, with his gun aimed right at Everet.
Speak of the Devil that's him, Everet cursed. Who was piloting the ship?
A plan rushed into his head. "Do a backwards flip, to get behind the-" He shouted into his com, but it was too late. The pilot jumped, a rebreather on his mouth. A light blue bubble surrounded him, protecting him from the death-cold of space.
I-Is that the force? God, he's powerful, Everet grabbed his blaster/lightsaber, preparing his muscles for the tense battle.
The Pilot landed in the supply hanger a moment later, his face showing as much surprise as Everet's. His eyes were open wide, revealing sky blue eyes. His jaw was dropped, complementing the eyes.
"Impressive. Unfortunately, it is time for your end," Everet aimed at the pilot. His index finger coiled around the trigger, savoring every moment.
Then he shot.
