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Darmus Onn

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Darmus was in the process of packing his bags for his long-term trip to Nar Shaddaa when his attention was claimed by the large screen in the living area that usually played bad western movies. The Holonet News came in with an urgent broadcast that interrupted one of those debate programs Darmus couldn't be bothered with to pay attention to and yet when the youthful figure appeared, his bright eyes stole the ranger's attention.

The speech started off with the usual dribble. "Galaxy is bleeding, but I have the bacta patch to fix it" but then something made Darmus drop whatever he had in his hands and fold them into clenched fists. "He has some nerve," the old ranger hissed as Emryc used the destruction of Ranger Command and the massacre of Darmus' friends and fellow rangers in his obviously political speech. Even worse, he showed footage of the very events Darmus couldn't even talk about to his friends. Suddenly his head was spinning and his body was drained of energy as he barely managed to find the couch and sit down. Kriff, he realized he was trembling.. he had been so focused on finding the people responsible for the attacks, so focused on planning to arrest and bring to justice the Eclipse.. who were hiding outside FWA space on the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, that he never stopped to process just what had happened. Everyone had died.

Cold sweat rolled down his left temple as he tried to calm his quivering breath. Whatever he thought of this politician using his fellow rangers to push his agenda.. he found himself still agreeing to the sentiment. The Jedi and their war were responsible for all those deaths and yet the Republic and the FWA still entertained them as keepers of the peace. A long time ago he had thanked Jedi Master Oren Zapan for his help with investigations, but like Darmus the Jedi had changed since then.. and not for the better.

It took a while for Darmus to claim back control from his panic attack and despite himself he found some amusement as a smile slowly crept onto his features. "Maybe they'll need their own rangers?" he asked himself. A ranger service in the Outer Rim without the meddling presence of the Jedi and Sith.. that actually sounded pretty good.


 

Dusty Desperado

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Dusty was on Nar Shadaa, preparing for the big job with the Ranger Posse. He had just finished with his set and was taking a break while looking for his partner. On the holo there was some finely dressed man with pointed ears. "You know what I want, Reggie." the tender gave him a non-committal grunt as he slid over some bluish silver glowing drink and he took a long sip from the glass as he refocused on the holo. "Hmmm wonder if he likes to switch hit?" he mused. "No matter, I flip so many men they call me the skillet." he said with a debonair laugh and a nudge to the finely dressed man beside him.

Dusty would turn from the holo with his back against the bar as he continued to sip his drink, several of the women (and men) of his following were dancing and calling him over and he just offered that sly grin before waving them off. What Dusty felt and what Jaxon Clane believed could have been two very different things ninety percent of the time. But in this, they agreed. The Independent Systems needed them most.
 
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Roland Rook

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The Sector Ranger Captain was out on work when he heard his comlink chirp. Maybe one of the Lieutenants was asking for him to make due on the flat cake he had mentioned. Looking at the messages he saw it was one of the group conversations.


{Messages from yesterday or before}
(LL) or, you could just give us the
recipe...


(RZ) sssh but then the cap
won't make them


Fine.

You owe me.

(LL) YAY

(RZ) Victory!
--today--
(LL) Seen the "A.I.S." broadcast?
if that's what they're going
to call themselves...

(LL) Thoughts about Emryc Thorne guy?


(RZ) They're talking about Lt Aran too.

Reply: | . . .
He didn't know what he was reading on his latest text chain. So that told the Mandalorian he needed to get back to his ship and check in probably. He pocketed the communicator without replying.

"Can I go now?" The voice of the trandoshan bounty hunter that sat across the table from Roland. Their claweds hands were on the table were the Captain had told them to keep them for the time being. He had said please and everything. "You're the bounty hunter Trazzok...this is the Guild's bar. I'll leave" There were were arguably more imposing figures in the cantina. The Mandalorian held out a hand for the the Trandoshan to not get up.

Leaving the establishment and heading back to the Cobalt Viper. He could see another screen and projector showing the same channel along the public street. When the man got back to his ship he rewatched the broadcast in full. Checking communications, he wondered how many eyes and ears had already witnessed the message and how many systems were already taking action.

It was politics. Roland didn't like the way that Emryc spoke but that was because he didn't like the rancor kark that usually came out of any politician's mouth. It would be the type of conflict that was fought between senators, world leaders and corporate suits.

The broadcast didn't tell the Captain about the direction accept for one of changing for the better. The focus of it being the independent systems would probably mean the Free World Alliance along with the Sith Order and Five Syndicates would be the next major players. The words of the man were clearly directed in frustration towards the Sector Rangers and the Jedi Order, using the outrage. Seems pretty standard

A long and tired sigh came and went from him. He didn't have control over others people's actions. There was lot to feel, a lot to take in. The man found himself trying to think back when this began.

Slaughter on Mimban... the Arcanist and everything he was involved in. His accomplices, even after that, the associates probably kept going. The same happened when it came to the gangs in Hutt space.

Roland didn't say any of this aloud. There wasn't any point since system governments and organizations would change in due time. There was a balance that the galaxy didn't see that the Mandalorian people felt. The balance brought by catastrophe.

Rise or fall, the planets and they moons, their satellites and asteroids would change hands and then return before changing again. His day to day life would have to deal with the likelihood of hampered work. New rules and regulations and borders would get drawn up for the appropriate changes in due time. But the Mandalorian wasn't the face of public relation and he didn't have any more of a voice than the other Outer Rim natives.

However, it did bring back thoughts about his own origins. Slavers from Crimson Dawn, the spice trade, waring Mandalorian tribes on the run from oppressive cultists, life was far from easy in the Outer Rim. The Man had his doubts and questions, they were the type that would only be soothed with time and observation. As a man of action, he expected Emryc Thorne to live up to that. "--or maybe you're no different." The broadcast blinked out. There was work to do.

 
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Eisa Wex

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Looking up through transparisteel canopy of the dorsal turret, the spacer's eyes rolled at the swirling blue vortex that had engulfed the ship as it made its jump from Ryloth to Druckenwell. Everything for the most part seemed to be normal, Minerva was in the cockpit taking her turn keeping an eye on the helm controls, Curse was roaming about the ship being, well her usual self - the odd clang and chittering being heard originating from various points of the ship every now and then. The spacer whilst to a degree starting to find herself a bit restless now 18 hours into the journey, took a quick swig from her freshly opened beer before walking towards the galley and living area of the Rim Hopper.

Slumping down onto the seat near the ships holonet terminal, the spacer leaned fully back into the seat before propping her feet up onto the metal desk surface. Her cybernetic hand reaching over for the key pad, before soon afterwards proceeding to press the channel cycle key. The screen flashing away from what had proven to be a rather disappointing episode of a clone war era action series focusing around a clone commando unit, and flicking into what looked like a talk show breaking out into a cat fight between two Twi'leks "Crap.... Garbage.....Watched all of My little Bantha..... ew no.... Boring.... ooooh" Eisa muttered as she continued to flick through the various channels before coming to a stop on the image of a blonde, silver eyed man dressed in a suit standing behind a podium.

Taking a quick swig from her beer, the spacer reached over to grab a handful of popcorn before trying to force herself to sink further back into the seat as much as possible. Shovelling a mouthful of popcorn into her mouth as she continued to watch the man give a speech. "Let me guess.... possible spy movie... and this guy must be the villain" Eisa spoke out, mostly to no one, but playing true to a bad habit of constantly talking and trying to figure out the plot of what ever she was watching.

The speech progressed, as did the continuation of reaching for more popcorn and taking sips from the beer. The suited figure talking at great length over how free systems would no longer stand idly by whilst force powered terrorists wreck havoc or something along those lines, most of the dialouge was being drowned out by the sound of popcorn either rustling or being chewed. The spacer's emerald eyes panning over the corners of the screen looking for the slightest hint of maybe an assassin sneaking up, perhaps the stereotypical tell of a turn coat body guard, or even a red targeting laser dot - but yet the screen and camera remained focused purely on the silver eyed man.

"Kark me this scene is long" The spacer groaned before leaning over a bit to the side to get a better reach at the terminal's keypad. "Just what movie is this...." she continued as she tried to call up the channel info key. "Oh for Kriffs sakes its the news....sod this!" Eisa cussed as the channel information popped up, reading The HoloNet News Network before the channel change button was swiftly pressed once again, resuming the endless flicking through the holonet broadcasts until something took her fancy.

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After a few more minutes of seemly endless flicking between channels, the spacer eventually came to a stop on something with a bit of action in it, a good old fashioned shoot out in the middle of some dusty settlement between Storm Troopers and what she figured must be a bunch of gritty rebels. But before she could once again settle back into the depths of her seat, an almighty crash could be heard from down in the cargo hol - before the entire screen flashed red, along with the sound of warning klaxons, and the interior lighting shifting into a red strobe

"Curse!!! What in the Kriff are you wrecking now"
 
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