The two replacement fighters exited the hanger on the Impaler. As they did so Seveth and Greel saw Teslief’s personal fighter heading for the fighter bay. They could tell she was flying line of sight by the jerky reorientation to the hanger. Just behind Teslief was Evran’s fighter with multiple scorch marks and running one engine.
Seveth fired up her comms. “Are we clear to go reengage, Darth Teslief?”
“You’re clear, but leave some for us.” Continue reading
Following the arrow on his holo-comm, Lousro fluttered slowly through the swamp. “Ooh, that’s an interesting looking vine. I wonder if it’s edible?” Lousro pulled it out of the tree.
Ao blankly stared at the vine. “Planning a stew master?”
“Yes, a little cooking experimentation. I don’t like the rations supplies we were given on the ship.” Lousro picked up a couple of grubs from the wet ground. “These remind me of home…they probably taste just as bad, but it won’t hurt to check.” He tossed them in one of his pockets. “See anything interesting?” Continue reading
The four Sith peeled off from the fighter screen and turned to engage a group of six enemy fighters.
I’m going in. Evran did a quick corkscrew and shot blaster fire at the nearest fighter. He expected to get laser fire in return. Instead, he saw small meteor-like projectiles covered in something similar to fire, which was impossible. When it struck his shields it broke through. It skittered across his hull and then smashed into his port engine before bouncing off into space. Kriff! Continue reading
Lousro fluttered up an overgrown staircase, his toydarian wings struggling against the damp air. As he crested the stairs he saw Ao with his comm out. “Oh, has Tate gotten in contact with us?”
Turning to face his master, naoutolan tentacles whipping from the movement, Ao fumbled with the comm. “Master Rohao, I just hung up. Do you want me to call him back?”
“No, just send him a holo saying we’re going to be out of contact again. We’re going to explore a little.” Lousro stopped hovering and hopped a few times toward Ao. “We’re going to find the source of Dark Side corruption here, and maybe put a stop to it. Are you up to that task?” Continue reading
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Rushing down the corridors Evran began to notice some strange behavior from the crew. They seemed to be moving sluggishly, almost unable to get out of the way of the Sith rushing to battle stations. Evran dropped battle meditation on the four Sith so they could communicate telepathically.
What’s going on? We’re not moving faster with the Force, so why is the crew so slow? Seveth asked, using her cat-like reflexes to dodge between two crew members. Continue reading
The ship sealed behind Ao as he left with Lousro to explore Dagobah. T8-T3 sealed the ship and turned on the security. After a while, the maintenance droid entered a low-power mode. He had no tasks left to do on the ship so he activated a custom sub-routine that a Jedi Master had given him. Master Evr’t was strange, even for a Jawa. She was a Jedi for one, and she also respected droids as living creatures. Unfortunately, she had died early in the war, but he still had this program from her. After a moment of spooling the subroutine kicked in and T8-T3 began to dream. The program collected memories then rearranged them and displayed them as a sensory overlay. T8-T3 had tweaked the parameters over time to produce more and more realistic dreams. Continue reading
As the last one of the borders was finally disposed of Teslief glanced toward the massive creature and saw the newly arrived ship and the Impaler launch fighter screens.
The Cathar glanced at the fighters. “Weren’t we trying to expend as few resources as possible here? Why are they sending out fighter screens?”
“I don’t know, but we need to get back inside the ship. We need to scramble our fighters too.” Teslief turned and started toward the nearest airlock. Continue reading