Shipwreck

[Vi-Stri]

The vents were long, but Mulako would find safety in a grate that led down to a quiet room. Where was this place? That wasn’t clear, but wherever it may be, it looked to be some sort of brig to hold prisoners. The cells had no bars but instead held shield generators to keep the prisoners separated from the crew. However, because all power on the ship was deactivated, so had the barriers. All the cells were empty, all but one. Inside Mulako would find a quartet of suits that almost looked like the armor worn by Stormtroopers. Now a dull shade from the dust and dirt, the garb of men who served at the tail end of the Clone Wars lie here, with nothing of their formers owners except for their bones. Beside them, there were two items of note. The first was a metal cylindrical object, a lightsaber. Sitting under this weapon was an old datapad, still in working order. The only information on this object were text entries and a good number of them, showing that one of the prisoners here had kept a log of the ship’s activity at some point.
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The droideka continued its shots on Nagorral, but it found that it just couldn’t penetrate the Wookiee's impromptu shield. With no way to rotate its guns to aim at the furry feet of its prey, the machine gave chase. Rolling into a ball, but more importantly, deactivating the shields that protected it, the droideka rolled down the room.

 

[Brendan Love]

Adan saw the droideka start rolling. This is the perfect chance to take this bundle of screws out. He opened up his hand compartment where he had one thermal detonator and threw it, landing right where the droideka was heading, but far enough away from Magorral to not damage him.

 

[Brendan Love]

*Nagorral*

 

[Darby Shelton]

Still searching the Anticipation, Haven Garrett could swear he heard voices. Well, one voice, female. He couldn't tell where it was coming from, except that it was coming from below him. The female sounded upset, or angry. Haven knew these were two very different emotions, and made sure his blaster wasn't on "Stun". Haven wasn't sure what was down there, but he'd fallen into traps before.

As Haven descended the stairs, he suddenly picked up on the sound of blaster fire. It was miles away, definitely not on board this ship, but somewhere on the freighter the Anticipation was docked on. Haven couldn't worry about this now, if he got distracted at this point, whoever else was on this ship could get the best of him.

"Deep breaths, mate. Just cause you're out in deep space doesn't mean you get to lose your cool." Haven didn't get nervous easily, hardly ever. He'd served under the Hutts his entire life, if they can't rattle your nerves, what can? Even still...he felt his brow dampen as he walked the dark hallway. Suddenly the banging started up again, and Haven could finally tell where it was coming from. A door, a small door, almost stuffed onto the side of the ship. "A closet,"Haven thought to himself,"or maybe a water heater room." Haven didn't know the schematics of the ship, he'd never even seen it in person up to this point. Rumors passed around through the bounty hunter world of a ship that always found treasure. A ship that always made it out of anywhere filthy rich. Haven always wondered what a ship like that would be like, and he had found it.

Haven stepped up to the door, trying to still his heart. "Hello in there, lady. I assume you're a lady. I also assume you didn't lock yourself in there, or barricade this door yourself. Which means one of two things, you're an enemy to the people that put you here, or you're very unlucky. I'm not betting on the latter." Once Haven started talking, he calmed down. He liked hearing himself talk, he always sounded smooth and in control, his voice a low baritone, even and steady.

"So little lady, if you are, how about you tell me what went down here? I'd very much like to know." Despite Haven Garrett's soothing tone, he still had his blaster pointed chest-height at the blockaded door.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

The grate that until recently was held in place in the ceiling fell to the floor with a metallic clang as Mulako broke it open and squeezed out of the ventilation shaft and onto the floor of the derelict prison cell. It was obvious by the age of the ship and the rust on the walls that the last time these cells held anybody was generations ago during the clone wars. A quick inspection of the prison cells revealed that only one housed anything of note. Inside one of the cells sat the corpses of three clone troopers with their trademark armor faded and gray. One of the clones appeared to be clutching something. "What did you hide from thessse droidesss?" Mulako muttered to himself as he severed the man's hand from the item and found that it was a light saber. Mulako pocketed the weapon as well as the datapad, he didn't have time to read old logs of a doomed prisoner and needed to focus on finding the captain. He gave the cells another quick once over before leaving the prison block and making his way down a hallway, looking for a floor diagram or signs of his party.

 

[Vi-Stri]

The thermal detonator exploded in a fiery eruption, engulfing the droideka and sending pieces of metal and electronics across the room. The machine had been defeated, and so had a few open boxes of treasure, the weaker stuff crumbling and the sturdier items thrown to the floor. The second team was now safe, but at the cost of their secrecy, as that explosion could be heard on many places in the ship; it was surely heard by the others, but only time would tell if they’ve alerted another unknown threat.

Unsure on who or what was still alive after that liberal use of explosives, Gomorrah slowly peeked out of her cover, immediately relieved that it hadn’t been any of her allies blown to giblets. “Hey!” She called to Nagorral and Adan. “You guys alri-“ What would have been “alright” instead became a scream, as something had pounced on the girl and began grasping at her body.

The confusing part was that the something in question had been Nae, and while Gomorrah assumed that she’d be maimed in this confrontation, the Kel Dor was only attempting to pull the strapped rifle from the redhead’s body, her struggling only making it harder to do so. “Just… Give it to me!” Nae yelled in frustration, which was met with a mediocre punch to the alien’s stomach. Strained cursing of “Bitch!” and “Frack you!” could be heard, but it was unclear who was slinging the mud at whom.

She eventually managed to take the weapon from her subordinate, knocking her to the floor once more. Gomorrah scrambled back in the direction of the others as Yasser loaded the rifle and aimed it… at her captain. Another bang reverberated through the room and the glass tube that Vants had been trapped in shattered, spilling the Twi’lek and the liquid to the floor. Tossing the rifle aside and pulling the tubes from his body, Nae struggled as she pulled Marlow to a stand. “Somebody help me get him back to the ship! Then we’ll come back for all this…”
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Lisa’s heart jumped at the sound of another, but was he with their enemies? Apparently not by the way he spoke. A smug grin crept across the mercenary’s face; this could be her chance to get free from this cramped prison. “Unlucky is an understatement.” She started in a wistful tone. “Me and my allies came after this ship after a deadly group of pirates stole it from me. We tried to end things peacefully, but they wouldn’t give us that luxury. We boarded, they murdered my men, and then took me prisoner.”

Haven wouldn’t be able to tell if this tale was made up of lies or not; the way Lisa spoke, she was just as charismatic as the man on the other side of the door. “Listen, I’m just trying to get back what belongs to me. If you’d help me, I’d be happy to repay you. All I need to do is send a message to my friends, this could be finished within the hour. I’m unarmed, and I can show you the ship’s registration so you know you’d be helping the right people.”

 

[Darby Shelton]

Haven listened to the lady, focusing hard on her tone. After she was done speaking, Haven realized he learned nothing. He had no idea if she had lied to him, or if her words were true. Frankly, it didn't matter to Haven, if money was promised, he figured it'd be worth the chance.

As he weighed his options, a resounding BOOM echoed from the freighter. If Haven was right, which he usually was, that was a thermal detonator. Why the people inside needed to resort to that, Haven didn't want to stick around to find out.

"Alright, darling, looks like you got yourself a deal. I'll get you out of there, you get me out of here. Anything away from the Hutts will do." Haven shoved the debris out from in front of the door, and sprung it open. He scanned the female inside quickly, and he held his blaster up, pointed away from her, in an indication of partnership.

"Whatever we do, we need to do it quickly. Whoever's inside that freighter sounds like they're trying to blow it apart."

 

[Caligula]

Garoosh couldn't wait for Gedro to answer, so he made the decision himself. If Gedro wasn't going to check on the Anticipation, then Garoosh had to act. He was about to command the Super to investigate, when a thought flashed in his mind. What if the second team met the Super halfway? They wouldn't be able to determine whether or not it was friendly and judging from the encounter with Gedro, neither would the Super. Garoosh had to make sure that his teammates were safe while also checking on the ship. "If only I was made of metal." He grumbled to himself. But that moment of anger sparked an idea in his mind. That spark quickly lit a fire.

Garoosh smiled bigger than he had in a while as he quickly got to work. He cracked open the droid's processor unit again and began to search for a couple specific wires. It only took a second before he found them; the wireless command receiver. Every droid had these wires, especially battle droids, so that their owners could communicate with them and give them orders. Garoosh was simply going to hijack this droid's signal. He fiddled around with several other wires, flicked a few switches, and adjusted some bolts before inspecting the final product. He had rigged up a personal wireless transceiver that allowed him to communicate directly to the droid. He also tapped into the droid's optical systems, making him see whatever the Super saw. As a precaution, he also connected to the Super's vocal processor. After fixing the settings around a little, he looked at his data pad. It looked like an old school coding computer, a clear example of just how old these droids were. The cursor blinked and was waiting for him to type a command.

"Okay. Let's see what this bad boy can do." Garoosh said to himself. First he tested out the voice controls. He typed [Speak: Hello Garoosh]. The droid hesitated for a moment before the words came out. "Hello Garoosh." It butchered the pronunciation but at least it spoke. Satisfied with his creation, Garoosh moved on to step two. He typed [Command: Locate Hanger] and pressed ENTER. The Super Battle Droid sprung into action and began quickly marching down the hallway, almost like a jog. Its gun arm was primed and aimed forward, ready to shoot whatever Garoosh told it to. He could see everything the droid saw on his data pad and updates on the droid's status, including ammo and armor. However, there was something odd about the ammo counter. He saw two numbers; one for the blaster ammo, and one for another weapon. There were no icons but the second number was significantly smaller than the first. It got Garoosh thinking as the Super continued on its mission, its metallic feet warning anyone of its approach.

 

[Narsi]

Nagorral stalked forward, throwing his "shield" to the side as he went. Growling to grab Nae's attention he roughly grabbed Vants and slung the Twi'lek over his shoulder with one arm. Looking around cautiously, Nagorral crossed back across the room to grab his axe from the ground in his free hand. For several moments, the Wookiee remained still listening for any sounds and scenting for any other droids. Finding nothing, Nagorral pointed towards the door with his axe and jerked his head at Adan.

Leaving the others behind to follow, Nagorral charged out the door and started up the steps with the captain bouncing over one shoulder. Holding his axe forwards so it would encounter an enemy first, he slowed to a jog as he retraced the path back to the ships. His mind was racing, he didn't understand what was going on but he could feel a sense of danger emanating from everywhere. The droids, the riches, and now the Captain's surprise appearance. Something was off and Nagorral wanted to be somewhere more secure. A place such as the Wanderer, where he and Adan couldn't get boxed in. Nagorral slowed as a he heard distant clanging off in the distance along with a wiff of a slightly familiar scent.

 

[Brendan Love]

Adan followed Naggoral, seeing that he was going back to the Wanderer. 'Good idea', He thought. Many things were going through his head as they went. The main question is what is going on. This is all happening too fast, and they haven't gotten anything of use yet. He guesses that he'll just go with it and whatever happens happens.

 

[Vi-Stri]

The door to the storage closet slid up, revealing shapely legs clad in a pure white armor. It rode past her waist, up to her heavily clad chest, finally revealing Lisa’s face and her arms which were raised high above her head, with a small slip of paper grasped in her left hand. She stared back at Haven with sharp almond eyes, and her pillowy lips curved upwards as a token of friendliness. “Here’s that registration I promised.”

Giving the paper to Haven, he would find that this document was made out to one Lisa Cult for the ship known as “Anticipation”, with a signature and stamped approval from the Imperium itself. That meant one of two things, either this was the real thing, or a very well-crafted forgery.

Not bothering to have the paper returned to her person, Ms. Cult instead proceeded to the cockpit and began fiddling with the switches. “Damn it!” She hissed. “The core’s been damaged! We can’t leave like this…” She spun her chair around, now focusing on the communications. “Messina, it’s Lisa. I’m alright! We’re in Shipwreck right now, those bastards left to…” She peers out the front window, only now realizing they had landed in a giant wreck of a ship. “We’re in a freighter it looks like. Good, that makes it easier for you to find us. Get here, fast. I don’t know when they’ll be back. Oh, and get in contact with the Araki triplets. I owe them a favor and if these guys intend to do to us what they did to Esi and Loggins, we’ll need ‘em!”

With the push of a button her message was sent, and that was that. Their location was now known and the Munificent would get a whole lot more crowded in the near future. “We should probably find a safe place to hide until they get here.” Lisa explained. “What was your name again?”
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Eyes squinted and a scowl planted firmly on her face, Gomorrah leered ahead at Nae while she followed along. Her gun was hanging by her back again, but not without a scratch from its hard journey to the floor. She wanted to say something. To throw obscenities, to demand some sort of compensation for the misdeed; If only she had the guts to stand up for herself.

Though the stairs gave them all time to think about the situations they had gotten themselves into, and for most of them one word might prevail, “wrong”. Something was amiss, and more than anything Gomorrah just wanted to get off this scrap heap and head back to a more civilized part of the galaxy.
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Paranoia was a dangerous thing.

The clanking sound of the droid echoed up and down the stairway, which Mulako would find rather easily upon coming to a map of the ship. He’d need to go down to find his targets, who were ahead by a few floors.

They were almost back down to the ship but it was killing him.

Anticipation.

Gedro clasped his blaster with a firm grip, shadowing both Garoosh and the droid. What was going on down there? Why was there a commotion down by the ship? Most importantly, could Garoosh be trusted? Because one thing was racing through the mind of the Zabrak, and it was that the Filvian did it. He either alerted somebody about their location, or he ordered his astromech to let the prisoner free. He half considered just shooting Garoosh in the back, but then he’d have to deal with a wild Super Battledroid. No, if it had to happen, it’d come later. Right now Gedro had to focus on himself, because that’s all that mattered.

 

[Darby Shelton]

Haven Garrett followed the lady to the cockpit, keeping his eyes on the paper she had handed him. It looked official enough, but it's not like it mattered to Haven. He needed a way out of here, and since Lisa Cult had not instantly tried to murder him when he set her free, she seemed ally enough. Whoever was inside the freighter appeared to be the enemy, so whether Lisa meant him harm or not, the enemy of my enemy blah-blah-blah.

They needed each other for now, she for his added protection, and he for a way out of deep space. Haven Garrett could fix his star fighter with no issue, but when Lisa said the core of this ship was damaged, Haven knew that was beyond his skill to repair. He tuned back in to her asking for his name.

"Haven Garrett, miss. Bounty hunter for a good while." Haven usually threw his occupation into his introductions. Regular folk didn't like hearing they were around someone who killed for money. It helped him assess people based on their reactions. "You might know the ship just a bit better than I do, so if we're hiding, I'm following you. Which I'm sure won't be painful on the eyes." Smooth. Man, was he smooth.

 

[Caligula]

Garoosh was beginning to get stressed; he had to control a Super Battle Droid, while making sure it didn't go out of control and kill everything, a bug pirate on the loose, a missing captain, and a paranoid, skilled gunman standing in front of him like a bodyguard, or an assassin. Seeing how the Filvian didn't have much combat experience, he had a feeling that if Gedro turned on him for some reason then that'd be lights out. He needed more droids, and he just so happened to be surrounded by dozens of Battle Droids. If things went south, he needed to have a backup plan. Gedro still seemed uneasy after the whole, Super Battle Droid thing. Right now he just needed to sit tight and keep everything calm.

The Super Battle Droid continued its heavy jogging, its mission still clear. Nothing would stop it as it continued down the stairs. After a minute or two of loud running, the Super finally made it to the hanger. It stopped just inside the threshold and began to swivel around, scanning the area with its red eye. It detected three ships in the hanger; the Anticipation, the ship that the Wookie and other human came in on, and a star fighter. The picture was a little unclear so Garoosh couldn't tell the type from this distance. A new ship meant a new person on board; from the size and design, Garoosh decided that the ship was meant for only one pilot and possibly a droid. He didn't like it at all.

After reaching the hanger and completing its mission, the droid began to move on its own and started to walk over to the Anticipation. Garoosh watched as the Super scanned more thoroughly. Garoosh cracked a smile when he saw Data on the screen. His little pit droid had managed to get three more piles of Vulture droids near the cargo bay of the Anticipation. He was doing what Garoosh had told him to, no doubt about that. Luckily, Data didn't seem to notice the hulking mass of battle droid standing behind him. The Super simply moved on, seeing how the pit droid didn't have any combat abilities, and started to move towards the nearest entrance.

Suddenly it detected movement nearby and moved rapidly to face it. Garoosh was shocked by what he saw. The Wookie from the other ship was standing near one of the entrances, Captain Vants strung over his shoulder like an unconscious ragdoll. Behind him was his human companion, Nae, and Gomorrah. Garoosh quickly realized how badly things could get as his fingers flew across the virtual keypad. The Super instantly focused on the group's weapons and aimed its gun arm. "Threats detected. Engaging."

"No no no!" Garoosh whispered as he typed as fast as he could. [Command: Disengage] [Identify: Friendly Units] ENTER

The droid hesitated for a second before acknowledging the command and putting down its arm. "Friendly Units identified. Disengaging." It turned on its heels and began to head inside the Anticipation. If it encountered anything, it would shoot before it spoke, unless Garoosh had anything to say about it. He sat quietly with Gedro while all this took place.

 

[Narsi]

Nagorral eyed the massive droid suspiciously as it stalked into the Anticipation. The slight scuffle behind him told of his party doing their own observing of the unexpected development. Seeing the big droid poised to shoot made him painfully aware of how exposed he was, even with the captain acting as an informal meat shield. It made him think wishfully for his previous shield back in the room of riches. That thing had stood up to blaster fire very nicely. Nagorral shrugged as he turned to his group, that ship had sailed.

Nagorral slowly let the captain down to lay against the wall as he flipped on his translator. " I hope your all ready for whatever is going down right now. I'm assuming that droid we just saw is on our team, I'm also assuming that the new Starfighter over there is evidence of another problem and the pilot is getting into trouble on the Anticipation." Nagorral pointed at Nae and Gomorrah, " You two should try to sort out the problem on your ship." The Wookiee turned to Adan," I would recommend getting the Wanderer ready to go, we need to be ready to leave quick."

Nagorral turned picked his axe off the floor and hefted it onto his shoulder, he then turned towards the Starfighter," I'm going to go disable that fighter, if we need to leave, it could be a huge threat." The big Wookiee started stamping towards the small A-wing, swing the axe in muscle loosening swings as he got closer.

 

[Brendan Love]

Adan turned and ran back to the Wanderer to get it ready to go. As he ran, he was wandering why a simple grab and go turned into such a hassle. He had so many questions unanswered but they will stay that way for a while longer. After a run that felt like ages, he finally made it to the ship. As he got closer, he saw that the hatch to get in was open. "That's strange. I'm sure I closed it." Then he got a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Riva." He ran inside to see if she was in there but she wasn't. That dog is one of the only things that he cares about. "Nonononono." He left the ship, forgetting to turn it on, and left to find where she went.

 

[Vi-Stri]

“Frack…” Seethed Nae through clenched teeth. First her captain, now the droid, ship, and their hires wanted to leave? “Who said anything about leaving?!” She started to trudge to the Wander to confront the crew, only to stop to look at the new ship, and then back at Vants and the girl. “You stay here with him.”

Gomorrah gave no word in reply, still feeling on edge from what had transpired minutes before. Just a nod, which the Kel Dor found satisfactory. Bounding after the droid that entered the anticipation with a pistol in her clawed grip, Yasser intended to make things right by her subdued leader.
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“Hey, you hear that?” Lisa whispered, oblivious to Haven’s smooth remark as she peered down the hallway. The deep clunk of the battle droid’s footsteps could be made out from their position, each step with the feel of the ticking of a clock hooked to a bomb.

Grasping his hand, the two fled briskly through the ship as Lisa racked her brain trying to think of someplace to hide. Halting suddenly, the Mandalorian woman eyed the door in front of them as if to assess if this place would suffice. It seemed it would, because she’d push the access button to reveal a mid-sized room that was bare except for a few containers and a control panel along the far wall.

Letting go of Haven's hand, Lisa inspected the panel. “This should work fine…” Pressing one of the buttons set in motion the wall itself, a long horizontal piece near the bottom rising up with a large immaculate bed rolling out. Lisa jumped in and motioned for Haven to follow. “Get in and push that button!” She ordered, motioning for the switch that would send the bed, and the two of them, into the wall.
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“What? What is it?” Gedro questioned with a hint of annoyance on his breath, obviously perturbed by Garoosh and his objections to the datapad. “Is there something you want to tell me Garoosh?” The man stopped, only two floors away from the hanger. He could hear something, was that clicking? With caution he removed his blaster from the holster, head turning this way and that, until a look of rage came over him. He pointed the gun at his furry acquaintance, stepping back to make space between the two. “It’s more droids, isn’t it!? You’re gonna use those machines to take out everyone else and then have them sail everything out so you can take all the salvage, right?!”

 

[Darby Shelton]

Haven HAD heard something, and having Lisa confirm that the noise was not part of the regular ship sounds was not comforting. It sounded like a droid, but combat droids were nonsense these days. They were unreliable, but one running amok in the ship wouldn't be grand, regardless of reliability. As Haven pondered why a combat droid was on board at all, he was suddenly yanked along by his hand. Lisa led him down the hallways and corridors until the two of them stopped in front of a room. The room was empty, with nowhere to hide, unless they planned on hiding behind a container.

This was a poor idea in Haven's mind, until Lisa stepped to the panel and revealed a bed hidden in the wall. This was HARDLY the time for extracurricular activities no matter HOW smooth Haven was, but then Lisa told him to push the button again. Haven had a feeling he knew what they were doing, and he wasn't thrilled about it.

"I've never been much for hiding. Then again," he stated under his breath, "not a big fan of dying either." Haven tapped the button, then slid in as they were both taken inside the wall of the ship.

 

[Narsi]

Nagorral breathed heavily as he stepped back to survey his work. His arms were tired, his fur matted with sweat but the results were very satisfying. What had once been an A-Wing in need of repairs was now a ship that would never fly under its own power again without extensive repairs. The engine vents were smashed shut, the wings wrenched out of alignment, the viewport shattered and the ships inside components smashed to heck. Granted, it had taken a good deal of effort but he felt better now that he'd let off a little steam.

Nagorral slowly started walking towards the other ships, stretching his arms out to loosen the cramps from his extertion. When a loud familiar bark caught his attention. Nagorral turned his attention to a side alley hidden behind the Anticipation. Out of the alley dashed a large orange Akk dog with a piece of metal clenched in its mouth. Nagorral's eyes widened and he shouted, "Riva, come here!" Riva, at the sound of her name and the familiar sight of a known companion dashed up to Nagorral and dropped the piece of metal. Nagorral eyed the massive animal in front of him with a certain amount of neutrality as he bent down to look at the metal. It appeared to be just another hunk of metal but it had an interesting scent clinging to it, likely that was what attracted Riva to it at all, besides the aroma nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

The Wookiee cursed as a thought occurred to him, he sprinted to the Wanderer with Riva loping alongside him, her new toy clenched firmly in her teeth. An inspection of the ship revealed that it was neither ready to go, locked, or occupied by Adan. Nagorral looked around frantically for the human before concurring that Adan had likely gone off in search of his pet. A pet that was nowhere near where Adan was searching which meant Adan was looking for something he wouldn't find. In a ship full of droids, armed crew, and freaks of nature like Nagorral that was a dangerous quandary. Nagorral cursed again as he looked around, unsure of what to do. The "girl" tending her captain nearby was watching him apprehensively and he couldn't just leave her alone. The Kel Dor had gone investigating on the Anticipation and Adan was missing. Nagorral realized he had to wait right now, he couldn't go off chasing Adan if the ship was unattended with unknown hostiles. He couldn't leave the "girl" alone either. Nagorral slowly settled back to lean against the Wanderer, watching for anything unordinary wondering about Adan, for all he knew the human could be under attack right now by a some ungodly green killing machine or some other oddity.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

The staircase leading back to the hanger was deep and long as Mulako scurried his way down the metal steps, stopping in his tracks as he heard voices from down below. He peered his insectoid head over the railings to see Garoosh and Gedro bickering about salvage. He instantly recognized the Zabarak as he was one of the few crewmembers that seemed to know captain Vants. Quickly but quietly Mulako made his way down the stairwell without making a sound as he snuck up behind Gedro. He could barely contain himself as the promise of a fresh meal and the first part of his revenge had essentially been served to him on a silver platter. Mulako drove one of his razor sharp scyth-like arms through Gedros shoulder blades and began to drag him up the stairs, leaving a trail of blood as the Zabarak thrashed and screamed in pain.

Mulako managed to drag Gedro up the stairs where he through him against the wall as his body bounced off with a clang before crashing into the floor. Much to Mulako's surprise, the Zabarak was still alive. He made a mental note on how strong his species was before stabbing him multiple times in the chest, thus ending his life as Gedro went limp. Mulako immediately dove into his newly acquired meal as the famished Yam'rii had not eaten in the past week, savoring the tender flesh that most sentient beings where known for. After Mulako had his fill he disregarded Gedro's mutilated body and journeyed back down the stairs, his blade-like arms in a ready position should Garoosh round the corner with his newly acquired droid.

 

[Brendan Love]

Adan wandered the halls of the ship looking for Riva. But couldn't find her. He was starting to worry. "Come on. Come on." He started whispering. He walked at a faster pace and glanced around more frantically, his blaster in his hand. He turned a corner and 9 super battle droids met eyes with him, all turning their guns at him. "Not again." He raised his blaster and shot, hitting one in the right of their chest, slowing him down a little. He then got back behind cover.