Now, considering how I was able to perform cosmetic surgery on a level that maybe only Amy Dallon was capable of along with being able to make and implant organs that would be at home in a Space Marine chapter, one would think that I would be working as a surgeon or doctor instead of a brute for hire. Except of course, for the rancor in the room of the fact that I needed only minimal tools besides some 'spare parts' in the form of recently slain and processed biomass and not a fancy lab and tools. Which meant, as far as the locals are concerned, that it was force fuckery.

Which meant that if I was open about it, soon enough the Jedi and Sith would hear about it. And here was the 'fun thing' about the post Russan Reformation Republic. Technically, being a Sith was not illegal. Hell, being a darksider in general was not illegal, strictly speaking as that was a religious matter and the Republic as a whole (even as it differed from system to system or world to world as usual) was tolerant in matters of religion. So long as you broke no other laws.

And Sith Alchemy, which my fleshwarping was close enough to count as, hell my enchanted gear as well, was illegal not because it was a 'dark side technique' (all of my skills were force neutral so far as I could tell) but fell under the bioterrorism and bio-weapons resection regulations. Because it was infamous not just for making war beasts, but for plagues and horrors that mixed them. Such as the Rakghouls. And so, knowing about it, in theory, got you placed on a watch list along with every other company that worked with diseases, even if it was research into how to cure them.

In theory. Because holy hell did the Jedi have sweeping powers when it came to those that were force sensitive. Now, it was not quite as bad as the PRT in some Worm fanfics were the Jedi would swoop in where there was even the smallest chance of someone involved being force sensitive and taking over the case while excluding any other law enforcement agency. At the same time, if they could prove that you were using force techniques as part of your criminal enterprise? They had pretty much free reign and dragged you off to the mysterious Jedi tribunals instead of public trials. To say nothing of effectively quarantining planets.

Not officially, but effectively. Granted, all of that was sort of secondary to what I was doing at the moment. Then again, as my armor glowed from the heat, my body shaking as I kept my legs locked together, the air buffeting me as I dropped down, there was not much to do while doing an orbital drop than listen to the Helldivers music tracks on repeat and ponder things. Sure, it was not very long, only three or four minutes, but that's why I was launched out of the torpedo tube.

Also, I was being paid to shock and awe, so better hit the ground running and never stop gunning. Even as the lasers started slamming into me... all that meant was that I needed to adjust my course, twisting my body. Because hey, slamming into the fortified position feet first before starting to shoot while still burning from reentry never got old.

Tra Rona

She looked at her fellow slaves, even as she looked over the tactical data, lips quirking into something like a smirk. "I'm just wondering, but he does remember that the shuttle is rated for hostile deployment as well as hot zone extraction, right?"

There was a snort, even as Navassi Padun snorted, Vasha Monishey just shaking her head even as Kih Kas gave a hum, as she looked over the books. "Please. Boss knows, but why would he bother? You know as well as I do that rule of badass is the only thing on his mind most of the time."

She weighed that as she looked at the red skinned togruta. "And the rest of the time?"

Kih did not even bother looking up as she spoke. "That would be us."

Now, that was worth a round of giggles even as she rolled her eyes. "You know, it comes to mind. The boss is able to upgrade our brains and make people smarter. So, why hasn't he..."

The orange skinned Navassi laughed. "I actually asked him that a while back. And he has upgraded himself, not just internally, but with four external augments." A brief pause. "Which you know, would be us." She paused again. "I mean, he pretty much got us to be sex toys, but also to handle a lot of the thinking so he could focus on fighting."

A moment of silence, before they all nodded as one. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Padmé Amidala

She was staring at the professionally dressed green twi'lek in front of her. "You are telling me that your company," she looked at the card proclaiming Rosengrim Applied Violence Solutions, "is interested in being hired tom fight against the Trade Federations occupation of Naboo." It was sad, as she looked over the card, that this was more support than what she had gotten from the Senate. "And what exactly are the going rates of this mercenary company, and you are aware that my access to more than my personal funds are limited due to said occupation, correct?"

The woman smiled. "As it is, the CEO her mentioned that he is not interested in financial compensation for this operation. Rather, he is interested in acquiring the ancestral Palpatine estate and fighting the Sith assassin that has been sent against you." The woman smiled, even as there was some tightness in her expression. "And, he has empowered me to clarify the reasons why. The Assassin to see if his force combatant protocols are effective, as he of course does not wish to use them against the Jedi, as for the second..."

The Twi'lek paused, her eyes on the datapad, before she twitched, leeku spasming, her smile wooden. "He has managed to track down a gateway to Hell to the estate and wants to enter it to test himself against beasts that exist beyond death and sanity." She twitched, before she spoke. "So. Professionally I am to try and encourage you to accept the contract. However, on a personal level, please don't."

She looked over the woman across from her desk, even as she looked between the woman and the card. Even if she did not really believe in the mythology, well, she had seen enough to be willing to accept that maybe they knew something she did not. Besides, this would be cheap help for her people, and she had a duty to them over mercenaries of questionable sanity. "Because its an elaborate suicide attempt?"

The twi'lek shook head. "No. I'm afraid he will take it over and stick ME with the day to day paperwork of running hell."

Padmé stared. And stamped her approval for the contract.

Darth Maul

He had his rage. He had his training. He had the dark side of the force. He even had a lightsaber. None of that seemed to matter. Mostly because the massive figure that slammed into the palace from orbit and punched him, leaving him with burns over a third of his body before the brute bellowed so loudly that he could feel bones fracturing. Because yes, he could try and move, as he fed his pain and fear and rage into the force, as he drew power... and yet, he could not move fast enough and the creature hit as hard as out of control speeder.

It was not fancy technique or footwork, it was simple, straightforward and the only grace was because it was of how fast the massive figure was moving. And then lightsabers slammed into the figures gut... and did nothing. Well, it went through the armor yes, but it stopped on skin contact. Suddenly, he had the mental image of this thing not needing the armor to do an orbital drop before a haymaker shattered his jaw into fragments., teeth splintering into bones as darkness loomed.

This was no duel, no battle, as power rushed in his veins like fire, hands catching his throat and waist, slamming his spine into that head. No... he was beaten to death by some brute he could barely feel in the force.

The last he heard was a single word. "Mediocre."

Qui-Gon Jinn

He paused, looking at Nute Gunray, prone on the ground as he was being sat on by what appeared to be a female togruta, three companions close at hand, all wearing what seemed to be high grade armor, nodding as they fingered their rifles. "So, we have the codes, the records and one enemy occupation leader. Along of course, with all the correspondence they had on their personal droids and their stores of blackmail."

Even with their eyes behind visors blocking sight, and a remarkably muted presence in the force meaning that he could not read the, he could all but feel the professional pride. "Of course, to be handed to the queen, so that even if he and the trade federation escape the in the court of law, she can remove their balls and masks."

He nodded, as honestly... he wondered why he felt that something did not happen that should have. Something to ponder, but it likely was not important.