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Drow Venn effortlessly cut his way through the halls of the transport ship. His privateer forces were outside hammering the defenses of the Imperial ship with laserfire and while they had distracted the majority of the fighters, he had managed to slip in and land his Y-Wing right in the hangar, along with a few other privateers. It was just a transport ship so the crew was relatively light and, thus, Drow and the former pirates were able to make their way through the halls with minimal hassle. That being said, this crew was a determined one and many of them refused to lay their weapons down. Normally, after a raid like this, the priavteers would offer their Imperial captives a chance to join them but the Ishi Tib Jedi had a feeling that there wouldn't be very many soldiers left to make that offer to when all was said and done.
His suspicion was confirmed when he and the other privateers burst onto the bridge. It didn't take long for most of the crew to be put down, although a couple of the privateers took blaster bolts to the face. But after a quick, if fierce, gunfight, the transport ship was theirs. Drow lifted the Imperial intelligence he'd been searching for and let the privateers have at it looting through the ship. Once they were done, they'd self-destruct the ship and try to make it look like an asteroid collision. As Drow began to walk away, he heard a cough from someone on the ground. It was the Imperial captain, still alive, if injured.
"Get the medical droid up here!" Drow called out to the privateers, hoping they hadn't already looted it.
"Please...my son..." the captain wheezed, her black curly hair hanging over her face as she struggled to get to her feet.
"Easy. What about your son?" Drow said, lifting an arm to support her. Perhaps he might not have been so gentle with the enemy but, ironically enough, his time as leader of the Jedi Shadows had made him gain some empathy for the Sith and their forces. One couldn't know the enemy fully without empathizing with them too.
"He's got the power. The one the Sith crave! My husband plans to give him up to those monsters! You must help him! You're a Jedi, aren't you?" the woman began to beg as the medical droid came round and began patching her up.
"It's that obvious, huh?" Drow asked, referring to the yellow lightsaber still in his hand. Although this was a Jedi operation, he was still technically banned so he wore a hood and face coverings to avoid detection from any prying Sith eyes. The captain ignored his joke.
"Please, I know what the Sith do. Take my son with you and I'll do anything...I swear..."
Now...
Drow stood with his arms outstretched for his "date" this evening. He was decked out in the finest military garb he could purchase and looked suitably gaudy. He was covered in too many scars to pass as anything other than a fighter so his disguise for this evening was that of a former Ishi Tib soldier who now worked as a military consultant for an arms dealer. And the arms dealer in question happened to be on his arm for this evening.
Alexandria Voran, Grandmaster of the Order was now undercover as a defense contractor. The two of them were on board a large pleasure yacht full of defense contractors, weapons dealers, ship manufacturers, Imperial admirals and other such beings that dealt in death and destruction. Ostensibly, this gathering was to celebrate the yacht's owner's birthday - a prominent BlasTech executive - but, in reality, this party was to serve as a meeting point where arms dealers and arms buyers could bump elbows and make backroom deals.
The Sith captain that Drow had captured from his raid, it turned out, had a husband who was the head of a blaster manufacturing company. He hoped that by giving his Force-Sensitive son up to the Sith for training that he might curry favor with the Empress and gain even more lucrative Imperial contracts for his company. Drow suspected that he'd married an Imperial captain for similar ambitious reasons.
But the captain did not want her five year old son turned over to the Sith and had begged Drow to help him. Recognizing an opportunity for Imperial intelligence, as well as empathizing with a mother looking to flee the tyranny of the Sith, the Ishi Tib had reached out to his old friend Alex and invited her along to this mission. It was partly because he knew that Alex and him could talk or fight their way out of this gathering of soldiers, Sith, dealers, and bodyguards if they needed to but also because he missed his friend and wanted to catch up. Plus, as Grandmaster of the Order during such bloody times, he figured helping a mother and gaining a Jedi youngling would be good for her state of mind.
"They should be here soon - I'll let you know when I see them." Drow muttered to Alex as they made their way to their table while they ate, surveying the room to see if he could spot the captain, her son or the arms dealer.
"In the meantime, the search for Calix is going well and the privateer raids have been pretty successful. I've been looking to mount another major Shadow offensive soon when the opportunity strikes. How you have been holding up with everything? I heard about Yavin. I'm sorry I couldn't be there but it sounds like you all didn't need me. How did the Security Forces fare? Any major losses?" Drow asked. The Ishi Tib missed Yavin IV but understood why he couldn't go back. To hear that it had replled the Sith invasion brought great comfort to him.
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Drow Venn effortlessly cut his way through the halls of the transport ship. His privateer forces were outside hammering the defenses of the Imperial ship with laserfire and while they had distracted the majority of the fighters, he had managed to slip in and land his Y-Wing right in the hangar, along with a few other privateers. It was just a transport ship so the crew was relatively light and, thus, Drow and the former pirates were able to make their way through the halls with minimal hassle. That being said, this crew was a determined one and many of them refused to lay their weapons down. Normally, after a raid like this, the priavteers would offer their Imperial captives a chance to join them but the Ishi Tib Jedi had a feeling that there wouldn't be very many soldiers left to make that offer to when all was said and done.
His suspicion was confirmed when he and the other privateers burst onto the bridge. It didn't take long for most of the crew to be put down, although a couple of the privateers took blaster bolts to the face. But after a quick, if fierce, gunfight, the transport ship was theirs. Drow lifted the Imperial intelligence he'd been searching for and let the privateers have at it looting through the ship. Once they were done, they'd self-destruct the ship and try to make it look like an asteroid collision. As Drow began to walk away, he heard a cough from someone on the ground. It was the Imperial captain, still alive, if injured.
"Get the medical droid up here!" Drow called out to the privateers, hoping they hadn't already looted it.
"Please...my son..." the captain wheezed, her black curly hair hanging over her face as she struggled to get to her feet.
"Easy. What about your son?" Drow said, lifting an arm to support her. Perhaps he might not have been so gentle with the enemy but, ironically enough, his time as leader of the Jedi Shadows had made him gain some empathy for the Sith and their forces. One couldn't know the enemy fully without empathizing with them too.
"He's got the power. The one the Sith crave! My husband plans to give him up to those monsters! You must help him! You're a Jedi, aren't you?" the woman began to beg as the medical droid came round and began patching her up.
"It's that obvious, huh?" Drow asked, referring to the yellow lightsaber still in his hand. Although this was a Jedi operation, he was still technically banned so he wore a hood and face coverings to avoid detection from any prying Sith eyes. The captain ignored his joke.
"Please, I know what the Sith do. Take my son with you and I'll do anything...I swear..."
Now...
Drow stood with his arms outstretched for his "date" this evening. He was decked out in the finest military garb he could purchase and looked suitably gaudy. He was covered in too many scars to pass as anything other than a fighter so his disguise for this evening was that of a former Ishi Tib soldier who now worked as a military consultant for an arms dealer. And the arms dealer in question happened to be on his arm for this evening.
Alexandria Voran, Grandmaster of the Order was now undercover as a defense contractor. The two of them were on board a large pleasure yacht full of defense contractors, weapons dealers, ship manufacturers, Imperial admirals and other such beings that dealt in death and destruction. Ostensibly, this gathering was to celebrate the yacht's owner's birthday - a prominent BlasTech executive - but, in reality, this party was to serve as a meeting point where arms dealers and arms buyers could bump elbows and make backroom deals.
The Sith captain that Drow had captured from his raid, it turned out, had a husband who was the head of a blaster manufacturing company. He hoped that by giving his Force-Sensitive son up to the Sith for training that he might curry favor with the Empress and gain even more lucrative Imperial contracts for his company. Drow suspected that he'd married an Imperial captain for similar ambitious reasons.
But the captain did not want her five year old son turned over to the Sith and had begged Drow to help him. Recognizing an opportunity for Imperial intelligence, as well as empathizing with a mother looking to flee the tyranny of the Sith, the Ishi Tib had reached out to his old friend Alex and invited her along to this mission. It was partly because he knew that Alex and him could talk or fight their way out of this gathering of soldiers, Sith, dealers, and bodyguards if they needed to but also because he missed his friend and wanted to catch up. Plus, as Grandmaster of the Order during such bloody times, he figured helping a mother and gaining a Jedi youngling would be good for her state of mind.
"They should be here soon - I'll let you know when I see them." Drow muttered to Alex as they made their way to their table while they ate, surveying the room to see if he could spot the captain, her son or the arms dealer.
"In the meantime, the search for Calix is going well and the privateer raids have been pretty successful. I've been looking to mount another major Shadow offensive soon when the opportunity strikes. How you have been holding up with everything? I heard about Yavin. I'm sorry I couldn't be there but it sounds like you all didn't need me. How did the Security Forces fare? Any major losses?" Drow asked. The Ishi Tib missed Yavin IV but understood why he couldn't go back. To hear that it had replled the Sith invasion brought great comfort to him.
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